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By: callis



His eyes are bright and blue, glasses sliding down his nose and he yips and noses at my cheek. His tongue slips out and licks my cheek, grinning a decidedly dog-like grin at me.

"Silly puppy," I murmur, hand snaking into his hair, twining a few strands around my fingers and he clambers into my lap, nuzzling my thighs. "Puppy just wants to snuggle today, doesn't he? Wants to just lay in my lap as I work?"

He nods enthusiastically, tongue flopping out and he slurps my cheek, making a quick face before he does it again, getting my face covered in a layer of spit.

I laugh, wiping it off onto my pants. "Well puppy that's what you get when you lick people with facial hair."

A whuff and he settles down in my lap, my legs spread just enough for him to rest his head on a thigh. I chuckle and pluck his glasses off, lying them down on a table. "There you go, pup, nice and comfy?"

He hmms and licks at my fingers, sucking them into his mouth before pulling off, burrowing his face into my leg.

"And you're gonna be a good boy when I work, aren't you?" I ask, running a hand down his back and he arches against my touch.

"Yes," he breathes, squirming in my lap.

"Good boy."

He hums, curled up in my lap and I start typing, continuing until a warm wet tongue starts gently lapping at my skin.

"That tickles."

He giggles and continues nosing about my armpit, still humming.

"Puppy. That tickles." My voice rises a bit as I squirm around on the couch.

He raises his head out of my armpit, a look of complete innocence on his face. "It does, Sir? Oops."

I swat his thigh gently. "Yes. It does."

"Sorry," he says, flopping his head down on my thigh and nosing at my zipper.

"No, you're not, puppy. Lying gets you a time-out, remember?" I caress his cushy ass firmly, grinning as he presses against my hand.

"I remember," he mumbles, still nosing at my zipper and I glance down.

"You gonna pull it down with your teeth, pup?"

He nods. "Gonna try."

"Good boy."

He takes my zipper in his teeth and yanks. And falls off, nearly tumbling off the couch before I catch him.

"Silly puppy yanked a little too hard didn't he?"

He blushes, his cheeks red and he ducks his head nodding and trying again, gently taking my zipper in his teeth and pulling.

"Mmm, puppy know what he wants, doesn't he? And puppy wants his Master's hard cock, I bet."

He pants, tongue lolling out of his mouth as he finishes pulling my zipper down and stares at me expectantly.

I grin at him. "What?" I coo. "Does puppy want his Master's cock? Does him, does him?"

He barks, grinning back.

"Oh all right. I guess I can indulge you this time, you spoiled puppy." I work my hard cock out of my pants and let it spring forth.

He beams, diving onto it and a gasp slips out of my mouth as I feel his tongue licking at me.

"G-good puppy," I force out, pressing his head down against me and grinding his face into my crotch.

He lets out a low moan and I can feel spit soaking my pants.

"Mmm, puppy missed his Master, didn't he?"

Another soft whuff and I feel a wet warm tongue caressing my balls. I shiver as he moves up to the underside of my cock, tongue lapping at sensitive skin and I let out a happy sigh, my hand resting at the nape of his neck.

"Master missed his puppy too. Mmm, if you keep that up, puppy, you're gonna get all dirty and then I'm gonna have to give you a bath."

The licking continues in earnest, that tongue moving over my cock and I groan in pleasure, gently nudging him off and wrapping a hand around my hard dripping cock.

"C'mon pup, open wide," I say, rubbing up and down vigorously, my hand slick with precome and spit.

He obeys immediately and I love that about him, how obedient my puppy is,

he obeys and I come all over his face, lines of come dripping down his face and he licks his lips happily.

"And now you need a bath, puppy."

Another bark, his voice rising at the end and I laugh.

"Oh all right, I guess it was my fault you got dirty. But you still need a bath."

He presses his face against my pants leg and I groan. "Bad puppy. You could've licked that off.

Come on, get up, bathtime."

I get up and head to the bathroom, listening to his tags jingle as he follows behind on his hands and knees.

I slide my pants off and lean down to turn on the water.

"In the shower, pup. Time to get you all nice and clean."

He cocks his head at me quizzically, nudging my bare leg.

"You splash. And you already got my pants all dirty, puppy. Now get in."

He grins at me before climbing into the tub, shivering as the water hits his skin and he whines.

"Oh all right, I guess I can turn the heat up."

He sighs happily as hot water splashes against his skin and I pull out a washcloth.

"Time to get my puppy all nice and clean," I say, grinning as I slide a hand against his wet dripping slit and he lets out a low moan.

"Puppy's really wet down here, isn't he? Gonna have to get that area really clean."

I keep rubbing against him and he rocks back against my hand, gasping and groaning until finally he comes, coating my hand.

"Mmm, good boy." I press a kiss to his forehead and he licks my cheek.

I hum as I aim the spray nozzle at him, washing away the soap. "There we go, puppy. All nice and clean. Get out."

He sighs fondly, getting out of the tub and shaking himself, spraying me with water.

I squawk, swatting his ass. "Bad dog. You know better. Now I'm all wet."

He grins at me, taking my shirt sleeve in his mouth and tugging at it.

"You did this on purpose didn't you? You little brat. If you wanted my shirt off, all you had to was ask."

He barks.

"Yeah, yeah. See if you get a nice fluffy towel now, puppy. Come on."

I walk out out of the bathroom and he pads along behind me, tags jingling, and I strip off my shirt, tossing it on the pile of dirty clothes before flopping down on the bed and hunting for the remote.

He whines from the floor, nudging an arm.

"You want up, puppy? Roll over, first."

He rolls over immediately, displaying his adorable chubby belly, and I can't help but lean down and press a kiss to it, swirling my tongue around his navel.

"Good boy," I murmur against his skin, licking down the slight stripe of hair on his stomach. "Up." I pat the bed, pulling my head up.

He jumps up and it's not long before I feel a nose nuzzling my ass.

"And what do you think you're doing?"

The only answer I get is a soft "woof" and more nuzzling. Then I feel the scrape of teeth against me and my underwear's being pulled down.

"Oh I see. Well, all right then. I guess I can indulge you this once."

A lick to a cheek and he burrows his face between them, licking eagerly and I groan.

"Oh good puppy. Keep going."

He pulls back before licking around my hole, dipping the tip of his tongue inside.

I shift on the bed, gently nudging him off to take hold of my hard cock, running my finger along the tip and then urging him back on.

"It's okay, puppy, I just had to take care of something. Go back to what you were doing."

He looks down and a thin line of drool ekes its way out of his mouth, falling onto my hole. And he sighs happily, licking in strong solid strokes inside me and I moan in pleasure.

I stroke myself in time to his own, the sensations driving me mad until finally my vision goes white and I come, sending spurts of come over my hand and I whistle.

"C'mere boy. Come clean me up."

His tongue snakes over my fingers, getting between the fingers, slurping eagerly.

I shiver, shoving him gently off. "All right, all right I'm all clean. C'mere and cuddle."

He grins, woofing as he burrows into my side, licking my face.

"Love you too, pup."

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Angela and Leo Martin have been married to each other for six years and have been good friends with Denise and Kevin Williams for five of those years. Denise and Kevin have been married to each other for seven years and are roughly the same age as each other, and as Angela and Leo. They all live in Sydney, Australia. No attempt is made to mimic their charming Aussie accents.

Anything appearing between two solid horizontal lines relates to a thought process, not dialog. Words between dashes are sounds. A series of periods indicates a passage of time.

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Angela: Thank you for letting me come over, Denise. I'm really anxious and don't know where to turn.

Denise: Here, let me give you a big hug. You know that we're great friends and that I'm happy to be a sounding board, give you advice, or help you out if you're in a jam. What's the problem?

Angela: I...I don't know quite how to start. It's really...sob/sob...hard.

Denise: Hey, girl; lighten up. I've never seen you cry before – except maybe when we watched 'Sleepless In Seattle' on Netflix last year. Just tell me – what's wrong?

Angela: I...I guess, uh; well I guess I'll have to suck it up and just blurt it out; if I can't tell a good friend like you, who can I tell?

Denise: That's right; here, put your hands between mine; out with it.

Angela: Well...I think that Leo is having an affair.

Denise: What? I don't believe it; what makes you think so?

Angela: I don't know; maybe I'm just being paranoid, but the signs are there.

Denise: What signs?

Angela: Well, he's out every Friday night, and I don't think that he's going to play poker with guys from his office like he says. I saw Mabel Horton in the store and mentioned something about it and it caught her up short – even though her Brian is supposedly a regular.

Denise: Well, that's hardly an indication of cheating.

Angela: Maybe not by itself. However, I've also smelled perfume or body wash that aren't mine on his clothes after he supposedly plays golf on Sunday morning, and he makes some clandestine cellphone calls, or quickly hangs up if I approach him when he's on the cellphone.

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Denise: God this bitch is suspicious. I've got to throw her off the track.

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Denise: Oh; well, uh, I'll bet those are just confidential business calls.

Angela: He doesn't have any confidential business – all his business dealings are public, and his body language is suspicious when I approach. Plus, what about the strange perfume smell?

Denise: I'll bet that he just showers at the club after he's through playing. You haven't heard him talk in his sleep, or have suspicious charges on his credit card, have you? Those things might be much more significant than body wash from his club!

Angela: Uh, well, uh, no...except for one charge on his credit card for a lunch last month on a Saturday when I was visiting my mother. The charge was at Le Petit Créme Café in Darlinghurst – known as a romantic spot.

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Denise: Here's my chance to get her off the scent!

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Denise: Oh – ha, ha, Oh Angela; he didn't tell you? I didn't tell you? Ha, ha.

Angela: Tell me what?

Denise: I was in Darlinghurst that day shopping with an old school chum of mine and we ran into Leo and he treated the two of us to a light lunch. That was the closest place to where we bumped into him, near a sport shop that he was patronizing, I believe. I thought that I told you about that coincidence.

Angela: Oh – well at least that's a relief. I don't remember you telling me, but you might have. I've been so preoccupied with my suspicions the last couple of months that I really haven't been myself.

Denise: Well at least one of your mysteries turns out to be something innocent. I'm sure that the rest are too. I've never heard Leo express interest in another woman to me; I bet you're just letting your imagination run wild.

Angela: Maybe you're right. But...I hope this isn't an imposition...but, I hope that you could ask Kevin about it. He and Leo are good friends, just like you and I are, so maybe he's said something to Kevin, or has done something that Kevin finds suspicious.

Denise: Wow; I'll have to play that carefully. You know how 'got your back' blokes are, especially when it comes to Sheilas. If I play it right I might be able to find out something, though. You'd never ask Kevin yourself, would you?

Angela: Hell no! I'd never talk about my suspicions with a man, and I certainly wouldn't want to put Kevin in an awkward position; plus I'm sure he'd just tell me a porky.

Denise: You're right – he wouldn't be honest with you when it comes to Leo. Let me see what I can do. In the meantime, try and relax, I'm sure that there's no problem.

Angela: Thank you so much for listening to me, Denise. You've made me feel better. Don't get in a blue with Kevin about it, but if you can surreptitiously find something out from him, please tell me.

Denise: I will, Hon. Let me give you a big squeeze...things will be all right, you'll see.

Angela: Thanks, Denise. Bye.

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Denise: Hello, Mr. Leo Martin, please; this is Mrs. Williams calling.

Operator: I'll see if Mr. Martin is in. Please hold.

Leo: Denise – you're not supposed to call me at work.

Denise: I know, Leo, but your cell went straight to voicemail and I needed to talk to you immediately in case Angela calls you.

Leo: What? What's the problem?

Denise: Angela was just here asking me if I had any information about you having an affair.

Leo: Shit! Are you kidding me?

Denise: I wish that I was, but I'm not. One of the things that got her suspicious was the credit card charge at Le Petit Crème last month after that incredible fuck fest we had that Saturday morning; I told you to pay cash.

Leo: Well, I didn't have cash, and if you weren't so busy bouncing up and down on me you might not have dropped your wallet in my bedroom either.

Denise: Well, that's water over the dam; let me tell you what I told her so that you're on board – it will work. No worries.

Leo: OK.

Denise: I told her I was with an old school chum when we just ran into you while you were shopping at a sport shop. I didn't tell her my chum's name, but you can say that it was 'Bethany' if she brings it up, and I'll do the same. I can get a friend by that name to cover for us if needed.

Leo: That should be no worries; what else did Angela say?

Denise: A few other things – say, lover – why don't you come over and we'll talk about it. I might be able to provide a nice wet and warm place for your donger if you do.

Leo: Ha, ha – is that all you think about?

Denise: Maybe, you root rat.

Leo: Ha, you're the root rat! Listen, I have something to finish up then I'll get over there. You're not working this afternoon?

Denise: No, I have an early day tomorrow. Get here by two o'clock so that we'll have time for a naughty before Kevin gets home.

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--Squeak, crack, bam.--

Denise: You sneaky little bastard – why didn't you knock?

Leo: What's the point of having a key to your flat if I don't use it?

Denise: Maybe I'll forgive you if you'll pull that donger out for me right now; I've been fixating on it for the last three hours. –Zip-- Oh, look, it's been thinking about me too – get that doodle into my mouth right now.

Leo: Hungry little slut, aren't you.

Denise: -Slurp, slurp, glug- I'm going to deep throat this fucker! –Slurp, gag, slurp-.

Leo: Oh shit! That feels so fucking good! Oh fuck yeah! Get that top off, I want those tits. –Rip- I'm gonna milk those honkers you fucking slut!

Denise: Oh, fuck! Lay down you bastard, I need that donger up my cunt right now.

Leo: -Groan- How's that you skank. Oh fuck! –Slosh, gurgle, slap, slap-.

Denise: Oh, Jesus Christ – I'm cumin – ah, ah!

-Slap, slap, squish, grunt, grunt-.

Leo: -Groan- Oh shit, that was great – so motherfucking great! Your cunt has got to be the warmest, wettest place on earth.

Denise: -Groan, grunt, whimper- Oh, shit! I love that big doodle spitting in me – it feels so fucking good!

Leo: Hell yeah!

Denise: So, when are we going to run off, you root rat!

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Denise: I've got to get Leo to go off with me. I'm tired of Kevin's wimp ass, and sharing his big doodle with that bitch Angela.

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Leo: Be patient, Sheila – I've got to get my ducks in a row. It won't be long.

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Leo: How can I keep stringing this cunt along? She's a fantastic fuck, and I need to keep banging her, but there's no way in hell I'm going off with her.

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Denise: You always say that.

Leo: Hey, beautiful, don't pout. These things are complicated, especially with most of my money actually being Angela's. We'll find a way to go off together for a few days now and again, but to leave permanently is going to take some time. It'll be worth it!

Denise: I know – it's just that I don't like sharing you with that bitch Angela!

Leo: Hey, I pump more cream into you than I do into her, and I think of you when banging her; plus I have to share you with Kevin!

Denise: I haven't let Kevin fuck me for a fortnight!

Leo: Then why is that bloke always smiling?

Denise: Shit, I don't know – maybe he's really homo or something.

Leo: Alright, so tell me the rest of what Angela said about her suspicions.

Denise: I will if I can suck your cock again!

Leo: I can hardly refuse that, can I – it's so caked with our cums that it needs a good cleaning!

Denise: Yum...She's suspicious of you cutting off your cellphone calls when she comes around, of your poker nights on Friday, and your golf games on Sunday!

Leo: Well you are the 'her' that I 'poke' on Friday so I'm not lying about that; and I play three 'holes' most Sundays, your mouth, freckle and pussy, so I'm being straight with her; ha, ha.

Denise: You bastard – I'm not sure I'll let you stick that monster up my poor little arse – or 'freckle' as you call it – but in any event I don't think that we can tell her that. You need to be more discrete, and we need to change up our schedule for a while. Since, as you so subtly pointed out, she controls her family's money and we need to get some of that when we're ready to take off, be more careful. We can't have her finding out before we're ready.

Leo: OK, OK; I'll be more discrete, and I'll figure out how we'll change our schedule. Now get to work on my donger.

-Slurp, suck, slurp-

Leo: Oh, fuck yeah!

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-Ring, ring-

Denise: Hello, Denise Williams here.

Mason: Mrs. Williams, this is Mason White of Coles Supermarkets.

Denise: I don't like to talk to solicitors.

Mason: Oh, I'm far from a solicitor. I'm the head of store promotions and you've won our grand prize.

Denise: What? Is this a joke; I don't remember entering any contest.

Mason: Oh, I see here that it was perhaps your husband – Kevin is it – that entered the contest, but he used your loyalty card; and I assure you that it's no joke.

Denise: Oh; so what exactly is the grand prize?

Mason: A five day all-expenses paid trip for two to Singapore staying at The Regent Singapore five star hotel. It includes first class airfare, and all meals, full use of the spa facilities, and gambling money at local casinos. It is the best prize we've ever awarded.

Denise: Oh – WOW – why that's fantastic; tell me all of the details!

Mason: How about I send you a complete package with the information and with my cell phone number with it so that you can call with any questions!

Denise: That is so fucking fantastic – oh, sorry Mr. White, but I'm so excited I could pee my panties!

Mason: Ha, ha; no worries Mrs. Williams; I'm just glad that you're so thrilled!

Denise: Oh, I am; thank you and I look forward to receiving the package from you!

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Denise: Hello, Leo; glad your cell is on!

Leo: What's up, Denise?

Denise: You'll never guess – I just won a Coles lottery, a five day trip for two to Singapore staying at a five star hotel and with first class airfare, gambling money, everything!

Leo: Hey, that's great!

Denise: It will be great if I can go with you instead of smiley-face Kevin.

Leo: That would be wonderful, but how can we work it out?

Denise: In the two hours since the guy from Coles called I've already figured it out.

Leo: Ha, ha – you move fast when properly motivated, don't you?

Denise: Yeah, and getting your doodle in my pussy for five straight days and nights is real motivation. So here's the plan.

Leo: Go ahead.

Denise: We find a time when Kevin can't go and I tell him that the contest trip is only for that time period. I get my sister to cover for me and say that she's going with me, and then you schedule a business trip to Singapore for the same time period. You have business contacts there, I know – don't you?...Are you there?

Leo: Of course I'm here; I'm thinking...Yes, I do have business contacts in Singapore that I could visit for one day, and spend the rest of the time fucking you. Angela won't know if it's for one day or five. But how do we find out Kevin's schedule without making him suspicious?

Denise: You call him and tell him you're arranging a bloke's out-of-town golf outing and ask what his schedule is. If he's got some really essential obligations, and you can make it those dates, you tell me.

Leo: You devious little root rat! Ha, ha! That might just work.

Denise: Call him now, my pussy is already leaking in anticipation!

Leo: OK, OK, don't soak your panties yet!

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Leo: Kevin Williams, please; Leo Martin calling.

Operator: Please hold, Mr. Martin, and I'll connect him.

Kevin: Hey you old banana bender, what's up?

Leo: I'd rather be a banana bender than a Taswegian like you, you old bastard. Ha, ha.

Kevin: Is your memory or geography that bad – you know damn well that I'm a top ender. Ha, ha.

Leo: No worries. Listen, I'm scaring up a bunch of blokes for an out-of-town golf outing; are you interested, and if so do you have any 'no way' dates?

Kevin: I'm interested if we're playing for moolah; I need some spending cash.

Leo: If you can stand to bet it, I can stand to win it from you. So have you got any bad dates?

Kevin: Let me look at my calendar...Yeah; the 21st to the 27th of next month I'm involved in an arbitration that must go on – very important to both me and my client.

Leo: So there's no chance of it being canceled or delayed?

Kevin: Well nothing is impossible but the chances of it not going forward on those dates is one in a thousand.

Leo: I'll keep that in mind in setting things up – and make sure to save up your moolah so that when I kick your ass on the golf course you can pay up. Ha, ha!

Kevin: Yeah, right – let me know.

Leo: Will do.

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Leo: Hello, Denise!

Denise: Did you already talk to Kevin?

Leo: You bet – I was getting hard thinking about shoving my doodle up your freckle so it was either call him right away or beat my meat.

Denise: Ha, ha. Good choice. Save all that jism for me. So what did he say?

Leo: He's got a big arbitration the 21st through 27th of next month that there's only a one in a thousand chance of not going off; and it just so happens that I have a client in Singapore that would love to see me the 24th!

Denise: Damn we're good! Ha, ha. Get Angela primed, will you! I hope that she won't want to take the trip with you.

Leo: No way. She had a bad experience there during college and has no desire to ever go back.

Denise: I'm so excited that you'll need to shag me soon.

Leo: How about I come over as soon as Kevin leaves for work tomorrow morning.

Denise: I'll ring you the second his Lexus leaves the underground car park.

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Kevin: Hi, Denise, I'm home.

Denise: Oh, I'm so happy to see you love! I've got some exciting news!

Kevin: Give me a kiss first. –Smack- So what's this thrilling newsflash?

Denise: We won a Coles contest for a trip to Singapore! Do you believe it?

Kevin: No shit – I just entered that on a lark, using your loyalty card. I didn't think that there was any chance of winning, but I knew that my best girl always wanted to go there so I thought why not!

Denise: Don't you want to go there too?

Kevin: If it's with you, of course. But otherwise it's not on my 'top ten' list of places to visit. I'd rather go to the United States, or even Sheepshagger country.

Denise: Oh, don't be such a spoiled sport. We'll have fun. I hope that you can make it; it's the 22nd through the 27th of next month.

Kevin: What, are you kidding me? That is the worst time in the world for me, I have an arbitration that I simply cannot get out of. Don't pout, it's true.

Denise: You're not just saying that because you don't want to go with me?

Kevin: Of course not, sweetie. Come here. –Smack- You're a great kisser – I'd love to go anywhere with you. Can you see if you can change it?

Denise: Mr. White of Coles, when he called, was quite insistent that that was the only time frame acceptable. What should I do?

Kevin: Maybe you could get your sister Fran to go with you. Ever since she got divorced from Jeb she's wanted to travel.

Denise: Oh, darling, you're too good for me. –Smack- I'll ask her.

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Denise: God, this guy is so fucking stupid – but pliable. Maybe I'll give him a pity fuck before I go on the trip with Leo, enough to loosen up my pussy a little bit for Leo's big donger!

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-Knock, knock-

Denise: Why didn't you use your key today, Leo?

Leo: Last time you gave me shit for using it – plus I wanted to be doubly sure that Kevin didn't come back because he forgot something. I don't want anything to upset our travel plans.

Denise: Oh, you're so smart. –Smack- So did you tell Angela about your business trip?

Leo: It worked so well that I couldn't believe it. She said that she would just use the time to go visit her parents, and expressed no interest in going whatsoever. How did it go with Kevin?

Denise: The clueless shit went right along with it. He even suggested that I invite my sister Fran; I didn't even have to propose it. Now get your doodle over here so that I can see what I'll be getting for five straight days. But keep it away from my freckle until then, you bastard.

Leo: Your cunt is good enough for me! –Slosh, slosh, groan, groan, grunt, grunt- Oh fuck yeah that feels good! Oh fuck!

Denise: Uhmmm, fuck yeah!

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Angela: I'll miss you while you're gone, sweetie. I hope that you have successful meetings with your clients, and have some free time to enjoy yourself while you're there.

Leo: Thank you so much, honey. Should I call you at your parents' house?

Angela: Maybe one night, but don't put yourself out, I know that you'll be busy. So, are you sure that you don't want me to drive you to the airport and see you off.

Leo: No, don't waste your time. You can't get past security anyway and I can charge the cab to the client. Just give me a big kiss and hug goodbye. –Smack, squeeze-

Angela: Be good – love ya! I put a little surprise in your suitcase.

Leo: Can't wait to see it! Bye, Hon; love ya too!

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Kevin: So today's the big day; when are you leaving?

Denise: The taxi arrives in ten minutes.

Kevin: I've never seen you so excited – I hope that your trip meets your expectations.

Denise: Oh, I'm sure that it will – although I really would like it more if it was with you instead of Fran.

Kevin: Where is Fran?

Denise: She's meeting me at the airport.

Kevin: Oh. Now you're sure that you don't want me to see you off at the airport – I'll miss you.

Denise: I'll miss you too, sweetie; give me a kiss goodbye. –Smack- No need for you to waste your time bringing me to the airport. Thank you so much for cinching up my bag, I know that I had it too full.




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Kevin: No problem, I was happy to help.

Denise: Just knock 'em dead at the arbitration will you?

Kevin: Thanks, Hon. Have a great time.

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Denise: You know if you keep your hand on my thigh the whole flight I'll be dehydrated when we get there I'll leak so much pussy fluid.

Leo: I can't help it that I love your thighs. Just keep drinking water.

Denise: What an evil grin, you bastard. I am going to fuck you to death, you know!

Leo: Not if I fuck you to death first, Ha, ha!

Denise: You know, I can't believe that this trip came together so smoothly. Our poor, stupid, moronic, spouses never even had a clue, did they?

Leo: Not a clue. I think changing our fucking schedule put to rest any doubts that Angela had that I might be cheating on her. I love it when a plan comes together!

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Customs Agent: Singapore customs.

Muffled voice: Someone on Flight 265 from Sydney is a drug mule.

Customs Agent: Drug mule?

Muffled voice: He or she will be trying to smuggle cocaine into your country and sell it on the streets.

Customs Agent: Who is this?

Muffled voice: I will not identify myself – these are treacherous people and my life might be in danger. Do you want my information or not?

Customs Agent: Of course – what do you know?

Muffled voice: There are two possible people who might be the Flight 265 drug mule. Mrs. Denise Williams or Mr. Leo Martin. Got that?

Customs Agent: Yes, I do. Now what else...-click-

..............

Customs Agent: Mr. Martin, we need to inspect your luggage.

Leo: Uh, sure – what's the problem officer?

Customs Agent: Just stand in back of the white line, next to the police officers please.

Leo: Uh, OK.

Customs Agent: Mr. Martin, what is this white powder?

Leo: I don't know, I've never seen it before.

Customs Agent: You don't mind if I test it, do you – that was a rhetorical question, you have no choice....This is cocaine, Mr. Martin – you're under arrest. Now, Mrs. Williams, we need to inspect your luggage to.

Denise: Why – what are you doing to Leo – he never uses cocaine – what is happening?

Customs Agent: Stand next to the police officers, Mrs. Williams...This white powder wouldn't also happen to be cocaine, would it?

Denise: I've never seen that before, ever!

Customs Agent: Just like Mr. Martin, huh? ...This also tests positive for cocaine, Mrs. Williams. You are also under arrest.

Denise: No, wait – there has got to be some mistake – I'm not a drug addict...

.............

-Ring, ring-

Kevin: Hello.

Denise: Oh, Kevin –sob, sob – there's been a terrible mistake –sob, sob-.

Kevin: Settle down, Denise – what's the problem?

Denise: Leo Martin and I were arrested for bringing cocaine into the country, but we have never used cocaine, and we never saw it. There has to be some mistake. Can you help?

Kevin: What is Leo Martin doing there?

Denise: Uh, well, he was on the same plane, I guess. I just saw him after we de-boarded the plane. This is my only phone call, can you get me an attorney.

Kevin: Whose fingerprints are on the cocaine package?

Denise: They say only mine, but that can't be true. I never handled anything with white powder in it.

Kevin: They have to let you talk to the Australian Embassy. Tell them you want to see an emissary from the Embassy. If you're really lucky – actually it will take a miracle – maybe you can still fuck Leo while you're there. If there is no miracle, you could be executed. Singapore is the worst country in the world to bring drugs into – what were you thinking?

Denise: But, Kevin, darling...

Kevin: Shut the fuck up, Denise. You'll be divorced no matter what. There is no way that I'm staying married to a cheating drug mule. –click-

Angela: Just as you expected, huh darling?

Kevin: Angela, you're a fucking genius – and a genius at fucking too. Ha, ha.

Angela: Thank you darling, but you are my inspiration. I never had so much fun having sex before Leo and Denise drove me into your arms.

Kevin: They really are dumb shits, aren't they? How in the world did they think that they could hide their trysts from me, a former director of public prosecution and senior attorney, and you, a true genius with an IQ of 170? I am so grateful for their stupidity; they wanted to believe that the Coles lottery was true so they never even questioned it, and never even noticed that the tickets were purchased on their personal credit cards, or suspicious when we asked them to handle the plastic bags the cocaine went into.

Angela: I'm so grateful too. If we hadn't been forced together to decide what we were going to do about their affair I never would have had the opportunity to fall in love with you.

Kevin: It would have happened eventually; they just facilitated it. The first day that I met you I was attracted to you; I thought that you were the perfect woman; and when you were mortified by Leo's actions I took the only chance someone like me would ever get with a goddess like you – and I thank fate every day for our love!

-Smack, smack-

Angela: I can't wait for Leo's call. I don't think that I'll be as nice to him as you were to Denise – but then you're a nicer person than I am.

Kevin: Hey, she pushed me into your arms, why be too harsh with her?

Angela: So you have everything set up with the public prosecutor in Singapore?

Kevin: Yes, he's a good friend from University plus he has real money problems which you've solved, so there is a 100% chance that things will go as planned. If they sign off on the divorce terms we offer them they'll each get one year in a Singapore jail and then be deported. I think they'll take that rather than execution.

Angela: We'll be married by the time they get deported – and maybe even have a family by then.

Kevin: If I have my way you'll be pregnant by tomorrow morning, or at least by the time we get back to Sydney from our romantic vacation – too bad about the fake arbitration being canceled, huh? Ha, ha.

Angela: You bastard, stick that beautiful 'doodle,' as Denise calls it, back into my pussy and get to work.

Kevin: Not until I work it over with my mouth and fingers first!

--Ahhh, groan, suck, slurp, slosh—

Angela: Oh, fuck yes!



Play As I Say



It was one of those afternoons after it had rained in the morning where it was unpleasantly muggy. Even inside, even without having looked out the window, you can feel a sense of lethargy in the air that just discourages consideration of heading out, especially if you've been inside most of the day. It's hard to meander around a one bedroom apartment, but I was doing it. I went over and sat on the couch, pick up a book and begin reading. After looking over the same page longer than reasonable, restarting a few times without taking in much I put the book down. 

My mind is wandering, slightly distracted. Maybe horny, slightly depressed. I walk over to the kitchen, open the refrigerator without much forethought. Nothing in particular I was looking for. Shut the fridge, look out the window. Observe that the weather is indeed as crummy as it seemed like - no longer raining but just ambiguously wet outside. I ran through a mental list of things to do with my time that would provide immediate gratification. 

I couldn't bring myself to buckle down and do any of the productive things which, later, I'd look back on and appreciate my having done. With a well-practiced deftness I swivel the chair at my desk, sit down and slide into place. With equal over-practice, a brief sequence of keyboard shortcuts opens a web browser, turns on private mode, and takes me to a familiar porn site. I aimlessly look through the categories of pornography, less flaccid with anticipation, but still mostly soft. Looking at a list of porn categories is itself an act of self-definition - what kind of mood am I in, what do I want to see, to be today. So many of the categories have been over-watched, that is, I know if I click on the link I'll likely have seen all of the appealing ones except those uploaded since I last visited the site. 

I open up a couple categories - femdom, jerk of instruction, pegging, ass worship - you can tell what sort of mood I'm in today. I stumble across a video with an image of a clothed woman with tattoos and piercings, not so into body modifications in "real life", but on a female porn "mistress" for whom I am about to do something vaguely self-abasing it somehow seems like it might add something. She's wearing tight jeans and thin white tank top through which probably pierced nipples are vaguely visible. The title is simply "play as I say". I click on it.

She starts of with a routine where she gropes her own clothed breasts and makes the viewer aware of her tongue and bellybutton piercings by her sexual squirming and shirt-movements. "You like this body...Well you can't have it." Despite the somewhat trite themes, my penis stirs. Something about the appealing visuals makes whatever the woman says seem more well-scripted. "Are you feeling yourself get hard? Well you can take that little man-clit of yours out of your pants, but only touch it at the tip. Treat it like its a clit, not a penis." Somehow this seems deviantly erotic. "Go on, take off your pants and underwear. Sit there naked and horny for me you little slut." Slightly reluctant to concede to being a slut I nevertheless oblige this distant woman - but "just because I'm horny", I think to myself.

"Now, I'd fuck you myself with my large strapon," she says, "all the while denying you access to that little clit of yours. But that isn't worth my effort. You're going to have to fuck your own ass if you want to come for me. You want to do that...Good, I thought so." I pause the video and grab a strapon my girlfriend has used to fuck me. Unpause. "Now spit on that big toy you've gone and got for yourself and put it in your ass." As a few more similar comments ensue, I follow and put the toy into my now eager anus. At just that moment, the door to my apartment opens. The volume is up just too loud and the mistress-instructor shouts the next line, "Now fuck your ass for me you little slut boy, and don't touch that little clit of yours." 

A compromising moment for my girlfriend to walk in at. I notice two sets of laughs. Quicker than I can do anything my girlfriend and her friend from work take a look over at me. I've barely paused the video and use my hands almost-instinctively to attempt to cover my penis. My erection makes it impossible to cover all of my penis and balls. I'm leaning back, no clothes on, with a strapon clenched in my ass and my feet up on the desk. My girlfriend's skinny stature is complemented her slightly more voluptuous, yet tomboyish friend. 

"Mike, I tried to text you", my girlfriend Lauren says, still smiling a little awkwardly. "The phone was on vibrate", I tell her desperately. Her friend Sara, pipes up in a coy yet assertive voice, "I hope we aren't interrupting you". Sara laughs in a way that makes me feel truly humiliated. "Lauren told me you seem to like it up the ass, but I didn't realize you liked it this much." I feel slightly betrayed that Lauren had told her and wondered how descript she had been with how I responded while she fucked me.  

"We'll leave you alone," Lauren says almost trying to make amends. She turned to walk out of the room and Sara appeared to follow her. I slowly pull the toy out of my anus and felt a minor sexual frisson as it is wthdrawn which must of shown on my face, eyes closed. When I opened my eyes, I see Sara watching me aggressively. 

"Can I fuck him?", Sara asks confidently. She seemed to ask us both simultaneously. Lauren came back amused and smiled. Sara looked at me, "I'll fuck you so hard, you won't need to masturbate for a week." 

I ache for this woman to fuck me. She is effectively a stranger to me, but even more than the mistress whose videos I'd been watching, Sara probably knew my desires through conversation with Lauren.

"As long as he doesn't put his penis in you, sure go ahead. I get to help out," Lauren replies.

"Oh, he won't get to put that penis anywhere near my pussy. This is just going to be me fucking him until I'm satisfied. I like the prospect of making him moan like you said he would."

I feel even more embarrassed, but acutely aroused. If it is possible, I actually feel as though my anus was getting wet, preparing itself to be fucked by this woman.

Sara walks over to me and grabs the strapon from my hands. She puts a firm hand on my ass with a slap and then grips it dominantly. "I'm going to fuck this ass of yours and your going to come for me out of that little penis." Lauren is watching and seems to be enjoying my humiliation - she likes me too much to behave so harshly to me herself, but to see her friend do so, and me submit, clearly does something for her.

She pushes me onto the couch and puts the strapon down momentarily. She sexily unbuttons her blouse revealing her creamy white breasts hanging in a purple lace bra underneath. The lace weave of the bra partially exposes her areolas. My penis drips precum as I think of the texture of her breasts. She tosses her blouse aside. She's wearing tight jeans which she unbuttons and shimmies out of. She has matching purple lace panties on. She tugs on her bra-straps such that her breasts move around like a porn striptease. A nipple slips out of the top of her bra as they jiggle and I observe with arousal it is pierced. 

"Oh, you like the piercing", Sara says. "My clit is pierced too, but you won't be seeing that today", With her lingerie still on, Sara steps into the harness and fastens it. She looks over at Lauren who, now stripping also to her white cotton bra and panties gives a go ahead signal. 

Sara approaches me and pushes me onto my back. My ass is thoroughly eager, and as wet as I imagine Sara's pussy might be. Lauren comes over as well and starts stroking my nipples knowing this gets me going even more. The tip of my penis has dripped a few drops of precum which both the women observe. I close my eyes and arch my back as my nipples are stroked. 

"You weren't kidding. He's as responsive as a little horny girl when you play with him," Sara remarks. 

I am not insecure about my manliness, rather aroused by the humiliation of someone else thinking I am being pitiful. I could only focus on the pleasure from my nipples and anticipation of the impending thrusts from Sara. She would fuck me and could think whatever she wanted. I would be appreciative because I would enjoy being fucked. "Please fuck me. Fuck my ass however you like," I croak.

Sara takes her time, spitting onto her hands and rubbing it onto the strapon. She seems to enjoy delaying as long as possible. It gave her more time to see me eager and begging. Her wet finger touches my anus gently and she slides forward to touch the tip of the strapon against my willing hole. She slowly pushes the tip further, appropriately carefully. I gasp in sexual pleasure. Lauren kisses me, unable to resist the temptation any longer - seeing me in such a violated position made her almost want to mother me. "I love you," Lauren says. The mix of associations was intoxication, Lauren's affection and Sara's domination. 

Sara pushes forward and rhetorically asks, "Are you enjoying my fucking your tight little asshole?"

"Yes, keep fucking my ass."

Sara begins to increase her speed, with long hard thrusts pushing inside me. Her pure breasts, still in the lace bra jiggle innocently up and down as she penetrates me. I am mesmerized by the pleasure and the movements of her breasts. 

Reading my eyes, Sara slaps my penis hard and says, "It is rude to stare, but if you ask nicely I'll take off my bra for you." My penis got slightly flaccid from the slap and surprise.

"Please let me see your pierced nipples while you fuck me, Sara," I ask obsequiously.   

Sara fucks me with a few hard thrusts, then pauses to take off her bra. She does it slowly such that her milky breasts and erect nipples remain covered as long as possible before being exposed to my sight. To my surprise, Lauren leans over and begins sucking on Sara's nipple and fondling the other. It seems so natural and a calm, knowing smile slowly forms on Sara's face. Lauren backs off a little as Sara returns to fucking me with full intensity. 

My penis is still only intermediate hardness given after being slapped unsuspectingly, but I am psychologically aroused more than usual. Sara, still vigorously fucking, grabs my penis and balls in one hand unaffectionately and begins flicking my testicles in a peculiar way. My penis shrinks further. She continues to hold tight while.

"Your going to come just from anal stimulation, like a little anal whore," Sara says staring into my eyes.

Despite my penis being flaccid, I feel myself approaching orgasm. The strapon rubs the smooth interior of my ass and strong sensations stupefy my mind with pleasure. My balls tighten. Sara feels this, still grasping my genitals, and thrusts harder hitting a pleasure-point on the end of every thrust. Lauren stares openly and begins rubbing herself - she wants to come with me. I feel myself begin to spasm - Sara pounds unrelentingly - Lauren rubs vigorously. Sara smiles powerfully as my flaccid member spurts thick drips of cum onto her hand and onto my groin. 

The sensation of orgasming through my flaccid penis from her fucking my ass is an extended, heady orgasm. I feel a wide and dispersed warmth spread through my entire body. Lauren came just then as well with kick spasms and turned to kisses Sara instead of me. The choice leaves me slightly colder and alone. I feel a surprising affection for both of the women, most pronounced at this instant for the one who'd been mercilessly fucking my ass. Sara kisses Lauren lovingly and they embrace ignoring my presence while I lay there with the strapon still in my ass. They look thoroughly happy.    

"That was fun," Sara says to me, Lauren's hand resting on her breast. "You'd better let me do this whenever I want or I'll tell everyone at Lauren and my work what a whore you are for women fucking you." Though I knew I'd opt to let her keep fucking me, and enjoy it, a little part of me wished to be degraded even more by her spreading her stories - maybe more would decide to fuck me...



Play Ball



Ken stared at the wall of video screens at the terminal. He had a knot in his stomach that had been there ever since Shay told him that she was flying into Boston a couple of weeks before. The knot was getting even tighter now. He was just grateful that her inbound flight to Logan was on time - having to wait any longer to hold her again would have been absolute torture. He had memorized her flight and gate, but couldn't help himself from going back to check again and again, as if the video screen was his connection to her.

"Flight 2219, Gate C3" He read out loud. Knowing that the plane would be arriving soon, he started to make his way to the gate. He felt as if everyone was watching him walk through the terminal, wondering what was fueling the beaming smile on his face.

Ken finally got to gate C3 about 15 minutes before Shay's flight was scheduled to touch ground. The knot in his stomach was giving way to swarms of butterflies. Before sitting down, he double checked to make sure his shirt was tucked in. He grabbed the handkerchief from his back pocket as he took his glasses off, blowing moist breath on the lenses before cleaning them. Putting his glasses back on, he caught his reflection in the floor to ceiling length window overlooking the tarmac. He stood there for a moment or two, checking his hair, trying to make sure everything was in place. He finished fussing over himself and sat down in the waiting area. Trying to look casual, he grabbed a magazine and began to leaf through it. His mind was elsewhere - it took him couple of minutes to realize that he had been leafing through an issue of Family Circle. Sighing heavily, he tossed the magazine down on the seat next to him. He had given up trying to look cool. He wanted her there now.

A couple more minutes passed before a voice came over the PA announcing Shay's flight. The number of butterflies dancing in Ken's tummy instantly doubled, and he felt like a kid at Christmas as he watched the plane start to taxi off of the runway and make its way towards the gate. After an eternity, the gate doors opened and people began to make their way into the terminal. Shay emerged, carrying a medium sized bag. She was wearing one of his favorite sun dresses, and looked amazingly fresh for someone who had just spent hours in a plane. Her tan skin contrasted so nicely against the lavender of the dress. Her light blonde hair was tied back in a tight ponytail, with little strands of hair, her "thingys", sneaking out of the ponytail and framing her face perfectly. Ken stood there in awe of the beauty before him, and found himself speechless as she searched the crowd looking for him.

As Shay's eyes darted from person to person, a big smile took over her face as she saw him standing there waiting for her. Fighting the temptation to push through the crowd in front of her, she made her way over to where he was standing. She found herself finally before him and dropped her bag at his feet. Shay looked deep into Ken's dark brown eyes and reached up to wrap her arms around his neck. He sighed contentedly as he leaned down to her and kissed her passionately, without a single word being said. Ken wrapped his arms around her waist and effortlessly picked her up so that her feet left the floor. As he held her completely, Ken snaked his tongue into her mouth, exploring her and tasting her breath. They became completely unaware of their surroundings as the crowd of arriving passengers weaved around them. Time stood still for them both as they shared of each other in their kiss. 

After a long moment, Ken gently lowered Shay back into the ground. Only after making sure that Shay was firmly on her feet and had her balance did he break the kiss. Looking into her eyes again, watching them sparkle, he found himself completely overwhelmed by his emotion and he started to laugh, with a tear rolling down his cheek. Shay reached up and gingerly wiped the tear away with her index finger and smiled up at him.

"Welcome to Boston, baby" he whispered to her. "I thought you'd never get here."

Ken grabbed her bag in one arm as he took her hand and made his way to the baggage area. As they made their way through the airport, she filled him in on how her flight was. It never failed to amaze him that she could tell a story about how the stewardess passed out drinks and still find a way to make it funny. He lingered on every word she said to him.

As they stood at the baggage carousel, Shay started to press as to what sort of plans Ken had in mind for them during her stay. He just smiled back at her.

"As you always say to me, honey" he joked to her "We'll do something, even if we do it wrong".

"C'mon baby", she pleaded, as she pointed out her bag to him on the carousel. "Aren't you going to show me what Bawstun has to offer?"

"Gonna show you all that and more" Ken chided as he lugged her suitcase off of the carousel. "You'll just have to wait until we get there."

They finally made their way out of the airport and to the lot where his car was waiting. Ken popped the trunk and lovingly placed her bags inside. Once her things were securely in place, Ken looked up and smiled at her as he pulled a large plastic bag out of the trunk. He made his way over to the passenger side of the car where she was waiting patiently to be let in. He backed her up against his Honda and kissed her quickly, moving his lips down to her neck as he reached down with his right hand and unlocked her door. He reluctantly pulled himself from her to open the door. Ken felt a slight stir as she lowered herself into his car, the sun dress riding up her thighs a bit as she adjusted herself in the seat. She looked up at him once she had made her way inside and noticed him staring at her legs. 

"Kenneth" she admonished. "There's time for that later. Please close the car door and let's go".

Ken couldn't help but smile at getting caught. He nodded silently and closed her car door. He made his way around the front of the car swinging the plastic bag in his hand as she watched him through the windshield. He let himself in on the driver's side and slid in behind the wheel. He plopped the plastic bag down on his lap as he smiled at her and clicked his seat belt. She looked at him and the bag quizzically.

"OK, tonight is your first lesson about Boston" he explained to her. "If you are to experience nothing else about the city, you need to see this. He reached into his bag and pulled out a brand new baseball cap. It was medium blue in color and had had a white "T" on the front with red trim around it. Confused, she took it from him.

"Kenny, are you telling me that I came all the way to Boston for you to give me a Texas Rangers hat?? I mean, I'm happy to see you, but I could have gotten one of these at home."

"As always, my baby is so patient" he answered. "Once you told me you were coming I checked and saw that the Rangers were coming to town this same weekend. I figured that there was no better way to show you the best of Boston than to take you to a game at Fenway." As he was saying this, Ken reached into the back seat of his car and pulled out his well loved vintage Sox cap and placed it on his head. Shay followed suit with her new hat, pulling the ponytail out of the hole in the back.

"OK, we've gotta start moving if we're gonna catch the start of the game. We're bound to hit some pretty bad traffic on the way... but at least we'll have good company for the ride."

Shay smiled pretty as she nodded and placed her hand on Ken's thigh. He slid the Honda into first and began to weave their way out of Logan Airport, heading over towards Kenmore Square. Shay stared out the window watching the buildings go by. He blew a kiss to her without taking his eyes off the road as they entered the Sumner Tunnel.

"Just hang in there, baby, we'll be there soon."

Finally, once they emerged from the tunnel and got onto Storrow Drive, Ken pointed out the big Citgo sign rising above the buildings. "That's where we're headed, sweetie. Just a few more minutes now". 

Ken pulled into a parking lot a couple of blocks away from the park and paid the attendant. He jumped out of the car and ran around the front to open Shay's door for him. As she stood up she leaned in and pecked a kiss on his cheek. He grabbed her by the hand and started to take her up the hill towards Yawkey Way. The mob of people on the sidewalk forced them to walk one in front of the other, but Ken kept his right hand behind him so as not to lose her in the crowd. Shay looked around in amazement, watching the ticket scalpers hustle, watching the vendors with their shopping carts trying to sell everything from "Yankees Suck" t shirts to fake rolex watches. She kept herself as close as she could to Ken without walking on the back of his shoes.

Finally, at the top of the hill they reached the admittance gate. The entire length of Yawkey way was always shut down during games, and the street was lined with stands selling souvenirs, hot dogs, and watered down beer. Still hand in hand, they made their way from stand to stand, grabbing a couple of Fenway Franks and some beers to bring to their seats. Now with their arms full, Ken winked at her began to walk inside.

Ken led the way towards their seats and folded hers down for her so she could sit. He had paid dearly for these tickets - they were halfway down the first base line about 10 rows back. Ken had called in about 5 different favors to land them, but he figured that if he was gonna show his baby what baseball in Boston was all about, he was going to do it right He grinned over at her as Shay's eyes scanned over the field with excitement as the players warmed up in front of her. Ken pointed the Boston players out one by one to her, and she complained in return that they didn't have names on their jerseys. Tradition was obviously lost on her.

Just before the first pitch, Shay looked at Ken with a devilish grin on her face. He knew that look - she was obviously up to something.

"You a gambling man, BAWSTUN?" she teased.

"Depends on the wager" he answered back to her.

"Well, whoever's team wins gets to call the shots for the rest of the night"

"Shay, baby, I don't see how there could be a loser in this bet"

"Good then, we're on."

Ken leaned in to seal the bet with a kiss, but Shay immediately turned to watch the game, feigning interest in the action on the field and trying not to bust up laughing. Ken smiled to himself as he took her hand in his and rested it in her lap. Shay smiled and put her head down on Ken's shoulder as they both watched the game.

Ken began to get absorbed into the game as Shay began to look around watching the goings on in the stands. She rolled her eyes at the drunk frat boys falling over each other, spilling beer all over the place. She smiled softly as she watched a father with pencil in hand show his son how to score a game. She decided it was time for a bit of fun.

"Kenny, sweetie, can we get some peanuts?" she asked.

"Sure baby, whatever you want" Ken answered. The Sox were down by 2 and he was starting to get nervous. He paid little attention as he reached into his pocket for some money and waved his other hand to the peanut vendor down in the first row. Shay put her hand on Ken's thigh as he nodded to the peanut guy to toss the bag up. It was just the moment she had been waiting for. Her eyes widened as the vendor pulled back to release the bag of peanuts like a quarterback going for a deep pass. Just as he released, Shay slid her hand to Ken's inner thigh, grabbing his cock through his pants. He gasped and turned his head in shock to look at her, only to get pegged in the side of the head with the bag of peanuts. He snapped back to reality just in time to watch the peanut vendor double over with laughter in perfect unison with Shay's giggles. Ken begrudgingly passed down the money to the vendor as he glanced over at Shay.

"You got me baby" Ken muttered. "You better hope you win the bet."

"Don't worry Shuggar, I will" Shay bubbled back.

"Here, I do believe you said you wanted these" Ken grumbled as he handed the bag of peanuts to her.

"Oh no thanks, baby" she cooed as she smiled "I really don't care for peanuts."

Ken reached his arm around her shoulder and hugged her tight as he shook his head.

They reached the seventh inning stretch, and stood for a moment. Ken reached over and placed his hand on Shay's shoulder, rubbing it gently. As the crowd began to sing "Take me out to the Ballgame", Shay grabbed Ken back and pulled him to her, reaching up and wrapping her arms around his neck, staring into his eyes just as she had done at the airport. She stood up on her tiptoes and took his bottom lip between hers, sucking on it gently. Ken jumped a bit as Shay slid her right hand down his chest, over his stomach, and rested just over his cock, squeezing slightly. She felt him start to start to come alive in her hand, and moaned slightly as they continued their kiss. As the fans ended their singing and began to sit, Ken finally broke the kiss and looked down at her, the two of them still standing.

"You know, baby," he began. "There's bound to be nasty traffic getting out of here. Maybe we should head out now and beat the crowd."

Shay bit her bottom lip as she slowly nodded. "Whatever you say, Shuggar, but if we leave now, that means that I win the bet. My Rangers are still leading."

"Small price to pay" Ken answered as he grabbed Shay's hand and headed for the exit.

They walked back to the parking lot hand in hand, swinging their arms in between them as they continued along. They made minor small talk, and Shay started giggling as she realized Kenny was going out of his way to emphasize his Boston accent, knowing that she loved it. There wasn't much he wouldn't do to get a smile out of her. As they got to his car, Ken followed Shay to the passenger side of the car just as he had done before. He took her by the arm and swung her around so that she was facing him. Shay grinned and reached down between them towards Ken's cock, using her grip to pull him closer to her. As he leaned in to kiss her, he reached up with his left hand and cupped her breast through her sun dress, hearing and feeling her as she moaned into his mouth. His cock began to grow in her hand, and he began to wonder whether he should take he right there on his car or if he could actually wait until they got home. Suddenly looking up, Ken laughed as he realized that they were putting on quite a show for the parking attendant who was standing about 20 feet from them. Ken flashed a wink and a smile to the attendant as he reached around Shay and let her into the car.

They made their way out of the parking lot and headed out of the city. It was about a half an hour drive to home, and Ken knew that he was just going to sit and simmer the entire way home. Shay turned on the radio and found that it was on a local country station. She glanced over at him and smiled... she knew that he hadn't ever really listened to country music before they had met, but it seemed to be all he had on now. She sighed happily as Jimmy Wayne's "You Are" came on the radio, and she reached over the console to rest her hand on Ken's thigh, listening as he sang to her softly.

Finally, they pulled into Ken's driveway. Ken popped the trunk and grabbed her bags as Shay let herself out of the car. She followed him up the front stairs of the porch, playfully grabbing his ass as he put her bags down to unlock the door. He just smiled at her and motioned her into the house. Stepping inside, Ken placed Shay's bags on the love seat and turned to see her right behind him, close enough that he almost bumped into her as he turned around.

"Thank you for taking me to the game, Kenny" Shay whispered. "I had a good time."

"I'm glad, baby" Ken replied. "I hope you don't mind that we left early. I really wanted to get you back here and have you all to myself."

Shay smiled warmly. "That's OK, shuggar. Instead of watchin those guys play ball, we can just play a little ball ourselves."

"Well, we've still got that bet hanging over us, Shay. If I remember correctly, I have to do whatever you say for the rest of the evening."

"Oh, I haven't forgotten... your first order is to take me upstairs to your room. We'll continue on from there."

Without saying another word, Ken took Shay by the hand and led her up the stairway to the master bedroom. 

Rather than turning on the light, Ken pulled a lighter out of his pocket and began to light candles, bathing the room in a warm rich glow. He made his way back to where Shay was waiting for him and looked down into her eyes. he could see the candle light flickering in the pools of blue. Still watching the flames dance in her eyes, he reached up and brushed the side of her face with his hand, her head instinctively leaning towards his touch. He slowly brought his hand down her face, down to her neck, and down onto her shoulder. As he reached the shoulder tie on her dress, he pulled on it slowly, feeling the knot give way. Still silently staring into her eyes, Ken undid the knot completely, brushing the strings of the tie off of her shoulder. Reveling in the soft feel of her skin, he slid his hand back up to Shay's neck, resting it finally against the side of her face again. Reaching up with his right hand now, he placed his hand on Shay's left shoulder, pulling the tie loose.

Shay stood before Ken feeling only the swell of her breasts keeping her dress up. Her breathing began to increase in anticipation of what she knew was about to happen. She felt her face began to flush. As Ken placed his lips on the side of her neck, she felt a jolt of electricity shoot up from her pussy and radiate throughout her body. She wanted to react - she wanted to put her arms around him and hold him to her, but she couldn't move. Every nerve in her body was focused on the feel of his lips on her. She parted her mouth slightly and a sigh escaped her.

As Ken slowly kissed down her neck, he placed his hands on her upper chest, just underneath her collarbone. He slowly slid his hands downward, pushing her dress down in the process. As the palms of his hands grazed over Shay's nipples, her dress finally dropped to the floor around her feet, leaving her only in her white cotton panties. Gently, Ken began to squeeze her soft breasts and took Shay's earlobe between his teeth, biting it gently. As if suddenly being awakened, Shay reached up and quickly began unbuttoning Ken's shirt, almost ripping the buttons off in the process. After untucking his shirt and unbuttoning it completely, she assaulted his belt buckle, pulling on it blindly until it finally gave way. As she massaged Ken's cock through his jeans, feeling it throb through the denim, Shay used her other hand to undo the button. As she began to painstakingly lower his fly, Ken lowered his mouth down to her right nipple, sucking it between his lips. As he tasted the sweetness of her nipple, he shucked his shirt onto the floor, revealing the soft hair of his chest to her. With her nipple in his mouth, he began to hum softly, knowing that the vibrations from his lips would go right through her. Shay gasped as her left hand reached down into his unbuttoned jeans, her right hand sliding up his stomach slowly, weaving her fingers into his chest hair. Wanting to continue the tease in a more comfortable position, Shay withdrew her hand from Ken's jeans and pushed him backwards, causing him to fall back onto the bed.

Ken looked up towards the beauty standing before him. Shay licked her lips as she reached down with both hands to peel Ken's jeans off of him, dragging his boxers down with them. She jumped back a bit as his cock sprang out of his jeans to full attention. Ken groaned as his hardness was suddenly exposed to the slight coolness of the room. He watched her as she lowered herself over him, seeming to hover as she brought her face up to his. She lowered down and bit onto his bottom lip, tugging on it. With a smile on her face, she released his lip and whispered to him.




Play Ball



The last time I visited home, I passed the old sandlot. There is a house there now, but I could not help but visualise our old chicken-wire backstop, crude frisbee bases, and the pile of dirt we called a pitcher's mound. When the weather was good, all the boys in the neighbourhood (and sometimes the girls, too) would spend their afternoons playing ball on that vacant lot. 

As I drove by, I watched the new homeowner start up his John Deere lawn mower and ride around the lot like my dad used to do so we could play ball. I also noticed, with some astonishment, that the old oak tree on the corner still stood, and my thoughts drifted back to Pete Bradford, who used to sit beneath that tree and watch the rest of us play. 

Growing up, we were like most other kids. We were loud, rambunctious, and always in trouble for getting our good clothes dirty. We also loved sports. Baseball was my favourite, probably because my Dad also loved the game. I could rattle off pro players' stats faster than a Texas auctioneer, and I never passed up a chance to play. Most of the other kids shared the same passion for the game, and we usually had enough people to field two full teams.

Pete Bradford moved into the neighbourhood in the summer of '83. It was a good summer: Reaganomics seemed to be working, I got a raise in my allowance, and The A-Team was in its prime. Best of all, the pick-up teams I was on usually won. 

Every day, we'd gather on the vacant lot, choose teams, and play until our mothers called us home for dinner. And every day, Pete would sit in the shadow of that old oak tree while the rest of us ran the bases.

I never got to know Pete well. He and his mother moved in a week after summer vacation began, and they moved out just after school started again in the fall. Pete was the kind of kid who never quite fit in, and he knew it. We didn't actually exclude him; he just never asked to play, and we never invited him.

One day, towards the end of that summer, our team was losing. I was a team captain that day, and I felt the impending defeat especially hard. It was the top of the ninth, and the other team was up to bat. Two men were on, two outs, and we were down by one.

Danny Blevins was pitching; he was the best on the block and had been my first pick as captain. It had been a long day for Danny; he'd thrown a bunch of strikes, but we could tell he was getting tired. Unfortunately, Jeff Maxwell was up to bat. Jeff was the best all-round athlete on the block and he eventually went to Florida State on a football scholarship. I groaned as Jeff stepped up to the plate, imagining the other team's lead growing by three more runs.

Amidst the ballfield chatter, Danny hurled a sizzling fastball towards the plate. Jeff swung, and with a crack! hit the ball in a low, hard line-drive. Time seemed to stop, and everyone moved in slow motion. In horror, I watched the ball strike Danny in the chest. He doubled over and collapsed onto his knees.

I dropped my glove and ran in from my position at shortstop. I was the first to reach Danny, and I noticed that the ball had fallen into one of his hands. I jabbed my finger at Jeff, "He caught it! You're out!"

At that point, Danny groaned. His eyes rolled up into his head, and he fell over onto his side. He was unconscious, but he'd saved the inning. 

"Uh, Dave," Chris Kessler, my first baseman, pointed frantically at Danny, "I don't think he's breathing."

Being ten years old and not knowing the first thing about emergency treatment, I did what any other kid would have done: I started screaming. I pointed at Chris and yelled, "Go get Danny's Mom!"

Chris took off at a panicked run as the rest of us gathered around. Danny was breathing...slowly. His mother arrived just as he regained consciousness. She scolded him to be more careful and made him leave early for dinner. She told us that the afternoon was almost over and that we should be going home ourselves. Boys being boys, we had other ideas; as they say, "The game must go on."

However, we soon ran into a snag. Jason McGibbon, the other team captain and my best friend, said that we needed to find someone else to fill Danny's place in the batting order. I told him that we'd just skip over him to the next batter. There was a loud disagreement as our makeshift Rules Committee convened on the pitcher's mound.

To this day, I cannot remember why we decided what we did, but I'm convinced that Jason just wanted an excuse to make us forfeit because Danny's injury left us one player short. The consensus was that we'd have to find a new player or concede (of course, the vote went against our team; with Danny gone, they had one more player than we did). Ideas raced through my head as my eyes fell on to the old oak tree by the third base line.

"Hey, Pete!" I called, "You wanna play?"

With a mixture of astonishment and excitement, Pete struggled to his feet as best he could. "You really mean it?"

"Yeah," I replied, "You're up third."

We changed sides, and I hoped desperately that Pete wouldn't have to bat. After all, we just needed two runs to win. 

Rhett Brogan was up first; he was no Babe Ruth, but he made for a fair batter. Rhett let the first pitch go by. Strike. He swung on the second one and launched a short line-drive into right field. Single.

Scott Parks was up next. He stepped up to the plate and glared at the other pitcher. Scott was the nicest guy in the world, but he wasn't all that bright. His lack of thought in class extended to the ballfield. He used to swing at everything, including the awful first pitch he got that day. The ball popped up and was caught by Jeff at shortstop. One out.

I sighed and turned to Pete. He was grinning from ear to ear. As he hefted a bat, I said, "You just need a hit. Once you get on, we'll put a pinch-runner in."

He just nodded and hobbled out to home plate. Nobody said a word, and even the usual chatter fell silent. Pete stepped into the batter's box and set his legs in a wide stance. Bending over, he locked the knees on his leg braces and began to swing his arms in wide circles. I thought for sure he'd fall, but he was just testing his balance to make sure the swing wouldn't topple him.

Still grinning, Pete nodded to the catcher, who sent a signal to the pitcher, Derek Henderson. Derek wound up and threw the ball. It was a slow pitch; the ball lazily sailed across the plate, a clear strike. Derek got the ball back and went to wind up again.

"Hey!" Pete shouted, "You wouldn't pitch that way to Danny! Give me a real fastball!"

Derek paused, looking confused. His eyes drifted to me, then to Pete, and then back to me. He seemed hesitant, but didn't say a word. I just shook my head, not sure of what to do. Shrugging, Derek wound up and unleashed his fastball. Pete swung and missed; he must have misjudged his swing because he dropped the bat and began flailing his arms about wildly. The catcher caught him and set him upright again.

Undaunted, Pete choked up on the bat and waited for the next pitch. Derek launched another fastball and Pete swung. The crack! of a hit shocked us all. The ball grounded past the pitcher's mound, between the shortstop and second base, and rolled into the outfield.

Not expecting a hit, Rhett was caught flat-footed and began his run to second base late. John Whitaker came in from centerfield, scooped up the ball, and flipped it to Keith Washington at second in time to force Rhett out. All our eyes turned to Pete, who was running towards first base as fast as his crippled legs would take him.

For the second time that day, the life passed in slow motion. Pete was half-way to first when Rhett slid into second. We all stood and began screaming. Keith threw the ball to force Pete out at first. Chad Pullen slid over to cover the base. For the briefest second, it looked like he might make it.

"Go! Go! Go!" I shouted. The throw was late and Pete needed just four more steps.

My heart skipped a beat when I saw Pete fall. One of his braces collapsed and Pete landed in the dirt, a foot shy of the base. With a sharp slap! Chad's glove caught the throw and Pete was out in a double-play.

The other team celebrated while we did the losers' duty and cleaned up the lot. Everyone began to head home; most of us were already late and we didn't want to be in any more trouble. As I mounted my bike, I saw Pete still sitting in the dirt next to his broken leg braces. His mother must have seen what had happened because she was already out the door and on the way over. 

I rode up to him and asked if he needed any help. He shook his head and just grinned. I've never seen such a joyous smile since, nor have I heard laughter as elated as the day Pete Bradford fell in the dirt along the first base line.

I remember asking him, "Why are you smiling? We lost."

"I know," he replied softly, "But I played."



Play Ball



~I want to thank sexstringwizard for his ever present encouragement in my writing and my life. He was the igniter for this story. I also want to thank brettj for his wonderful assistance in editing this story and the others before, your help and friendship is truly appreciated.~

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Lexa grabbed the bed sheets with her clenched fists as she lay on her stomach. Her feet were on the floor and she was bent at the waist. Her body rubbed moving forward and back as Rob pounded into her pussy from behind. There was no talking, just the sound of the music in the other room and of their bodies smacking together.

Her eyes were closed, as she focused on the pleasure this gorgeous man bestowed upon her. She had cum many times in the last 45 minutes of their sweaty coupling. She was shocked, as she felt another one approach. He was rubbing her G-Spot as he moved in and out of her wet dripping pussy. This was her favorite position, with her feet on the floor she raised up on her tippy toes to angle her ass slightly in the air. She loved this angle. Without thought she reached her right hand down between her legs and teased her clit. Lexa felt him grab her hips and pound with animal vigor and increased speed. They both were lost in the pleasure of their joining and Lexa began to scream, as the ecstasy was too much to contain her shouts.

She heard a stirring in the dim lit corner of the room and tried to look. But his pounding cock pulled her attention back from the mysterious sound in the corner. Once again she focused on rotating two fingers over her raised clit as she gasped and moaned. She heard from behind her, a guttural growl. The primitive sound let Lexa know she was pleasuring her partner. She was aware of how the black satin sheets felt on her bare breasts, his musky smell and the sound of the rock music he had playing loudly in the other the other room. "Does it drown out my screams," she wondered briefly.

Lexa rotated her hips with each penetration. Her clit was tickled and his shaft was rubbing her G-Spot. Her rotations continued and all the sensations overwhelmed her. Her focus was not on anything else in the room. Her focus was on her pussy and him in it. The tingle started to spread through her pussy walls and she increased the friction on her clit. She felt his hand grab her long hair, to seemingly help hold her in place with one hand. The other hand grabbed her thigh and that was enough for her. Her constant moans had grown to yells and screams as the orgasm reached full power. She buried her mouth into the sheets to try to drown out the sound, but was pulled up by her hair to keep her mouth off the mattress. The screams escaped her mouth superceding the loud music.

Lexa saw the man in the shadow after her scream. He was in the corner, jacking off, and he was watching Lexa and Rob orgasm together. Her pussy pulsated involuntarily and her molten juices spilled and gushed from her dripping down her legs. Both of Rob's hands grabbed her hips, pulling her and holding her. He seemed to want to touch as deep inside her as he could and with a few more thrusts she was held in place by his grip. She felt his cock swell, waxing and waning, as his fluid shot into her. She heard him yell, "Oh damn!" The influx of his cum continued as she squeezed her pussy walls to drain every drop from his sensitive tip. 

Her head was tilted with a cheek on the soft sheets. She watched the stranger in the corner now, as his hand was quickly moving over his shaft. She could only make out the shadows of him and his actions. Only seconds after Rob filled her to her core, the dark figure shot his cum out onto the carpet in streams. It seemed he was looking right into Lexa's eyes. She was amused and curled the corners of her lips into a smirk; amused that someone would get off by watching her fuck someone, but for some reason the thought gave her pleasure. Rob smacked her butt as she tried to stand on her weak and wobbly legs. Their cocktail of juices seeped out of her and down the inside of her thighs as she scampered off to the master bathroom. She decided to shower and stepped into the cascading hot water. Rob's bathroom was luxurious and urban. The cream and black tiles and accoutrements showed the style of the man who lived there.

She stood under the hot water and lathered her smooth skin and began to wonder, "Who is the guy in the corner?" Then she thought back to how the night began...

Alexandra, Lexa to her friends, was 28 and recently divorced. She had been trying to get out on the town as often as possible. Her ex-husband was an overbearing control freak. He could not stand her out of his sight, not even at a party together. She lived with it so long that it seemed normal to her. She was striking in her beauty at 5'4" tall, with long corn-silk blonde hair. Her firm body was the product of discipline and vanity. Lexa knew she turned heads just by walking by someone, no matter what she wore. All her clothes were short or tight, so she felt his possessiveness was somewhat justified.

It was when he turned physically abusive that Lexa knew she was done. The night he beat her severely and raped her was when her love and obligation to him died. She packed some bags that night with her swollen eyes and black and blue marks. She was limping and crying as he puffed on his cigarette on the back deck. The rest of her belongings were removed under the watchful eye of a police escort, and she did not see him again until the divorce proceedings.

Working in a law firm as a paralegal had its benefits. Lexa took her wife-beating, piece-of-shit husband through the coals and took a large part of his sizable earnings. 

It was a Friday, and an attorney she paralegaled for had tickets for the local Major League Baseball Team. His kids took ill, so he subsequently dropped the tickets in Lexa's lap. No one else in her firm wanted them, since the team was not great. The team had no chance for the playoffs with only 3 games left in the regular season. Lexa phoned her best friend, and two other friends, and they changed their plans for the evening.

Two rows back from the home-team's dugout, Lexa and her friends wiggled into their seats. They perused the people around them eyeing all the cute guys. None of the girls were really dressed for a baseball game. Every venture out held the possibility of meeting a guy, so they always dressed well and primped. All the girls wore short skirts and tight tops or camisoles tops. Lexa loved high-heeled shoes and how they made her firm ass look. She was in her short denim skirt and black camisole top with knit overlay. Her black heels lifted her calves and whole back side in an attractive way. Her new-found freedom put color in her cheeks and a new glint in her hazel-green eyes.

Lexa and her friends watched the baseball players practice before the game began. She realized that there were quite a few hot ball players on this sub-par team. Young, handsome and dressed in uniform, just the way she liked her men. The eye candy before her was well worth the trip out, and her smile broadened as she fidgeted in her stadium seat.

The girls laughed and carried on as they discussed which guy was hotter. Lexa announced that #4 & #12 were, by far, the most gorgeous. She watched their firm athletic bodies as they warmed up. Game time approached, and the guys headed toward the dugout. "Goody," Lexa clapped, "a closer look." As the guys filed in, she saw people tossing hats and balls and such with sharpies over the dugout for autographs and she got a bright idea. She slipped out of her tiny pink thong in her seat, to her friends surprising gasps and giggles. Lexa hurriedly rushed to the line of fans and pulled out a slip of paper from her little purse. 

She smiled at a guy nearby and asked, "May I borrow your sharpie?" He looked at her panties in her hand, smiled and blushed. He responded, "Sure," with a twinkle in his eye. She sat on the dugout carefully, since she was in a short skirt with no panties on. She did not want to put on a show with all the kids around. On the paper she wrote, "#4 & #12 could you please sign these ;) Lexa." She then dropped the sharpie with the panties and note over the edge and stood up to wait. 20 seconds passed and then she saw players, one by one, step out to peak at her, looking up smiling. She blushed slightly, but stood tall, waiting for her autographed panties to return.

She saw #4 and #12 step back and they were smiling at her, then at each other. She was excited to garner their attention and sat once again on the dugout to retrieve her memorabilia. One of the guys slid her panties to her, with their scribbled signatures in black ink squeezed into the tiny triangle of fabric that was the front of her thong. The other guy slid the sharpie and note to her. Lexa heard her friends giggling but refused to turn and acknowledge them. She was NOT going to share their attention.

Holding gazes for a few minutes, the guys waved to Lexa and ducked back into the dugout for the game. Lexa waved back, batting her eyelashes. She walked to the stranger she finagled the pen from and placed the pen in his hand, looked up and whispered, "Thank you." She sauntered back to her seat, not knowing if he responded or not. Her friends teased her relentlessly, but she didn't care, "They are just jealous," she laughed to herself. She looked down at the panties, trying to make out the signatures. The note fell to the ground, "They wrote a response," she yelled in her head. It read:

"Nice thongs. Nick Meadows #4," on one line and then, "I would like to meet up with you after the game, I will send for you at the 7th inning stretch. Rob Wilson #12"

Her heart leapt and her stomach filled with butterflies. Her friends asked what the note said. She let her friends read it and they teased her. In the end, they encouraged her to meet him. Lexa was a bit apprehensive, but decided to take their advice.....

The bathroom door opened and Rob entered. Even though Lexa was done showering, she lingered as he walked naked toward her. She watched his firm muscles shift and bulge with each step. She watched him open the door as the steam wafted out into the room. His brown spiked hair looked perfect, as if they hadn't fucked for over an hour. His marble blue eyes jumped out at her, twinkling as he blinked. At 5'6, Rob was short for a ball player, but the perfect height for Lexa. She pulled him to her, under the streaming hot water. She grabbed the shower gel and proceeded to lather up his body. She rubbed over his firm chest and rippled six-pack. "You are delicious," she said in a sultry tone to him. She watched him cup each breast and tease her nipples with his thumbs. He replied, in a husky voice, "So are you, I just can't stop touching you." Lexa felt that she had died and gone to heaven.

They began to touch and kiss. Once Lexa believed she had adequately cleaned him with soapy hands, she shut the water off. He pulled her out of the shower. She was amused as he quickly toweled himself, and then her, off. Her hair was still dripping down her back in trickles, as she was led back to the bedroom.

She stopped in her tracks as she saw #4, Nick, standing naked in front of the bed. She had an epiphany moment as she realized he was the dark figure watching them earlier and her smile broadened. She stood still admiring him. He was taller than Rob, at least 6'. Lexa felt so tiny in front of him. His tanned, firm, triangular shape looked sculpted out of marble and placed before her eyes to survey. Lexa felt Rob's strong hand on the small of her back where water had trailed down from her wet hair. She was being pushed toward Nick. When she realized what was happening she relaxed and glided toward him. Her eyes transfixed on his creamy chocolate-colored eyes. His eyes were so rich and delicious, with long curly lashes that a woman would kill for. He had a sleek masculine face and strong jaw, with piercing dimples that appeared as she saw him smile down on her naked flesh. They pulled each other into a kiss that deepened in passion and hunger. His naked flesh was pressed against Lexa's bare breasts pushing them down and her head was tilted up greatly to deepen the kisses.

His tongue danced with hers as she was aware of every piece of his warm body pressed to hers. She was on her tip-toes kissing this tall man, ever aware of his hardened cock pressed against her belly.

Out of the corner of Lexa's eye, she saw Rob sit down in a chair near the foot of the bed. She felt him watching them as they were rolling around on the bed, each giving and taking power. They flipped through various positions. Lexa rode Nick in the Reverse-Cowgirl while looking into Rob's glimmering blue eyes. Her pleasure heightened as Nick sat up and toyed with her clit. She moaned, and with that verbal release of pleasure Rob stood up. He climbed onto the bed facing Lexa. Without thought, she grabbed Rob's engorged shaft and he grabbed her breasts. Lexa was in the midst of her first threesome. Every slide, touch and groan heightened her senses. She rode Nick's cock in increasing speed and stroked Rob at the same pace. She came with a squeal and a sigh. Nick grabbed her shoulders and gently encouraged her to rotate to face him. She did so, slowly, careful to keep Nick's drenched cock inside her.

Rob slid in closer behind her. He brought one of his hands around to toy at her erect nipple. The groans Rob was making drew her attention back to him and she was sure he had taken over stroking his cock. As she continued to ride upon Nick's thick swollen cock, she reached behind her. She grabbed Rob's solid shaft. Again she began to stroke him paying particular attention to the smooth delicious tip.

Lexa was overwhelmed with her hand pleasuring Rob, Nick's huge cock stroking inside her and both men taking turns toying with her breasts and clit. She had never had an overload of her senses as this. Just as she thought she was overwhelmed with the intensity of pleasure and what they can do to her body, Rob started to toy with the outside ring of her anus and she jumped in reaction. He reached to her pussy a few times as she slid up and down, and Lexa felt him gather her expelled juices applying them liberally to her anus. Lexa was rising and falling upon Nick's shaft, as Rob inserted his finger into her tight ass. She nearly convulsed as her pleasure bursted forth. She screamed without trying and her warm liquid poured over Nick's cock and thighs and Rob's hand. The juices dripped down to the satin sheets causing a puddle. The feeling of her rupturing seemed to push Nick, as she felt his cock swell and release his seed into Lexa. It spilled out to join Lexa's nectar. Lexa was stroking Rob's cock, vigorously now, and heard him grunt as his hot seed hits her back, dripping down to the crack of her ass. All their juices were now spotting the bed sheets.

They all collapsed onto the bed, panting in the aftermath of their pleasure and Lexa drifted off into a deep asleep.

Lexa, Rob and Nick fuck all the next day, stopping only for food, beverages and sleep. They try positions that rocked Lexa's world and she found that Rob's shower was big enough for three. She learned that she liked these men a lot and felt unusually comfortable with them already. She knew she would want to meet up with them like this as often as she could. The weekend passed quickly. 

Lexa woke up at dawn on Sunday. She quietly walked to the bathroom and turned on the light. She looked back at the two sculpted specimens on asleep on the bed. She had a satisfied smile on her face.

She dressed quickly and wrote on a slip of paper: "Rob and Nick, thank you for an amazing weekend! Call me! Let's do this again real soon!" She knew if she did not slip out, she might never leave these two amazing men. With work on Monday, the idea was tempting, but not an option.

Lexa placed the note on the floor in the doorway so they would not miss it. She tip-toed out of the apartment, undetected. She stepped into the crisp early morning air. She knew they would call her, and if they did not, she had the most amazing memories she could have ever hoped for. She felt alive and ready to face her future, whatever it held.



Play Ball!



I love being a good little league Mom, but I also have a dark side that needs quenched from time to time. This day would quench that need in me, and then some, with an unexpected meeting after the game. "Play Ball!"

After sitting through a little league game, I was upset with the young umpire that made some horrendous calls. I loaded my gear and took the kids home. Afterwards I realized I had left my cell phone and went back, praying that no one had stolen it. When I arrived, the only person remaining was the young umpire, raking the field. He saw me looking and came to help. He unlocked the concession stand to see if someone found it and set it inside for safety. I found it lying on the counter and snatched it up then headed toward the door to leave. He blocked my exit and looked at me.

"Excuse me please."

"You aren't leaving just yet."

"Oh?"

He was in his mid 20's, almost 20 year younger than myself. For all intense purposes I could be his Mother. He reached a strong hand to my breast and stroked. I stood there in shock, but didn't move. He reached for the door, locking it. Mixed emotions flooded me. I should leave, but I wondered what this young stud had to offer. He towered over my 5'4" frame by at least 10 inches. His shoulders and back were cut into a distinct V, showing that he works out. A muscular tanned arm, covered with a light dusting of dark brown hair made me wonder how hairy his chest and cock were. In one stealth movement he pushed a box aside and grabbed me at the waist lifting my ass to the countertop. He shoved me back and tugged at my shorts and underwear, removing them. 

Not a word was exchanged between us. I reached up and grabbed at his t-shirt, yanking it upward to remove it from his chest. Panting, we were both ready to fuck like teenagers. He lowered his body and dove face first into my mature, shaved pussy. Between laps he made comments and sounds that made me hot as hell.

"I love the look of an older pussy, one that has been used and stretched. I hate little girl pussies that can't take a real cock. They whimper and whine too much, saying that it hurts. I want a woman that knows how to fuck and knows what she wants."

After I flooded his mouth he stood and dropped his shorts. Holy shit, his cock was huge! It was disproportionately large, even for his sculptured body. He gripped it with his hands, end to end. It was so big he had a hard time keeping it up. His hands moved over the end and took turns stroking to get it as hard as possible, while I watched in awe. At that moment I realized that this cock was going to invade my pussy at any moment.

"Are you ready for this, slutty little league Mommy?"

"Fuck you. You suck as a umpire."

"I saw you were pissed at my calls during the game. It turned me on."

He grabbed my body and pulled me upright and planted his mouth on mine. We kissed hard and sloppy, moaning and panting with anticipation. I grabbed his head and pulled his ear to my mouth. "I am older and I do know what I want. Are you going to fuck me or kiss me all day?"

He shoved me back on the countertop and demanded me to spread my pussy with my fingers. I did as he asked while he guided the tip of his massive bat sized cock to my pussy. He held it firm at my opening and grabbed my shoulders. The massive head slid in. I thought I would pass out from the wonderful feeling of fullness, but he was just getting started. 

"Fuck yes, damn your cock feels so awesome! Give me more!"

"Fast or slow?"

"Just shove that fucking cock in me, I don't care. I want it all!"

He held my shoulders tight and moved his hips a little. He gave me a couple inches. Pulling it out he shoved his fingers in my pussy to get more of my juices, slathering them over his semi-hard massive cock that was too heavy to stand erect. Grabbing my hips, he pulled my ass to the edge of the counter. He grabbed a rag and shoved it in my mouth to stifle any cries. 

He grabbed his massive cock and stroked it a few more times. "Sure you're ready lady?"

Nodding my head frantically, he knew I was ready. I had never seen a cock this size, let alone experienced one. It had to be all of 12" long. It was as big around as a pop can, because he couldn't get his hand around it completely, while he stroked it. I didn't know how I would handle it, but I damn sure wanted to try.

He beat the head of his meat against my clit a few times. It felt like a club. My fingers reached to stretch my pussy open wide for him. He moaned and mentioned how nice and pink it was inside, just waiting to be torn up. He held his hands on my hips after he planted the head of his cock at my waiting pussy.

With one swift jab he shoved the head and a few inches inside me. My back arched and accepted him. Wrapping his arms around my legs he raised them in the air and pulled me further off the edge of the counter. I had no control in this position, while he had complete control. He shoved my blouse up over my tits and ripped my bra apart in the middle, like it was nothing. My tits felt free, with sweat from the hot summer heat glistening on them, in the hot enclosed concession stand.

Grabbing my nipples between his fingers he pinched them and twisted them. I screamed into the rag in my mouth, but it muffled my cries. He let loose of my nipples and grabbed my round tits, squeezing them tight. Again I screamed, but nothing came forth. He let go of one of my tits and slapped my face. "If you think that hurt, wait till you feel my cock slip deep inside your tight ass."

Shaking my head frantically from side to side, I begged him to not fuck my ass. He just laughed and sneered down at me knowing he was in control. Grabbing my hips again, I let my legs fall on his shoulders. He pulled down on me while thrusting the rest of his cock up into my tight pussy. He didn't go slowly, he gave it to me hard and fast. I thought he was all the way in but he still had more. His cock stretched and tore at my pussy while he pounded away, driving it deeper with each thrust. Occasionally he pulled it out to the head, and drove it home again. The screams flowed from my body, which no one could hear. It felt liberating to scream and be used.

His enormous cock felt good and hurt, at the same time. I could feel my body building to a climax. He shoved it hard and deep again then sat there and stroked it in and out, in and out. My head rocked side to side. The pain and the pleasure intermingled, until my body burst and I pissed and squirted cum all over his cock. I reached my arms for his body. He grabbed me off the counter, holding me at the waist with in his massive arms. I wrapped my legs and arms around his body and held on for dear life while his massive meat bludgeoned my aching pussy. He lowered me hard and I felt it rip up into me and knew that I had taken his entire length inside my wet cunt.

"Oh fuck, yeahhhhhh! Now that I ripped you, your pussy is just perfect for my cock."

I yanked the rag out of my mouth, "Please, I want to ride your cock, please?"

He raised me off his cock and lowered my feet to the floor. I rubbed my sore pussy with my hand. It was hot and swollen from the abuse, but I wanted more so desperately that my body was shaking. He threw some towels on the floor and laid down. Straddling his waist with my legs my pussy lowered to meet his cock. He held it firm in his hand to keep the weight of it up. The head filled me first and felt tighter than before because of the swelling. Inch by inch I lowered my body slowly. I watched his face while I enveloped him with my hot swollen pussy. He had a look of agony on his face, but it was a sweet torturous look. I felt his cock hit bottom and I had not taken his entire length again. I rode his cock up and down, feeling it slipping deeper and deeper with each downward thrust. My tits hung in his face, dripping with sweat from the exertion and heat. 

What happened next made me want to crawl away and never be seen again. The handle on the door moved. I heard a key turn. My son's coach opened the door to find me fucking the young umpire. After the look of surprise wore off his face he entered and closed the door behind himself, locking it again. He never said anything to me but I could see the lust in his eyes. He stripped his clothes off and started stroking his cock, then began walking towards us.

He grabbed some Vaseline that the guys use on their new baseball gloves and shoved 2 fingers into the jar. Walking closer he continued stroking with one hand, while carrying the generous helping of Vaseline with the other. Crouching down behind me, the young umpire laid still and didn't say much. The coach got on his knees and began licking my ass. I couldn't help myself. I started moaning and pushing back against his tongue. The young umpire started moving under me, sliding his huge cock in and out again. His tongue rimmed my ass so good I came again and shot my juices down his cock. 

Coach laid his lubed fingers at my ass and worked the Vaseline into my tight hole, sliding his two thick fingers in and out. I have never experienced the feeling of having both of my holes filled at once. It's amazing. He stood up and crouched down placing his nice sized hard cock at my ass.

"I have always wanted to fuck somebody in the ass. It seemed this is my opportunity since you really can't do or say anything without giving yourself away in this compromising position."

"No please! I have never had a cock in my ass. I heard it hurts really bad!"

"Well I have heard it feels tight as a virgin pussy on a cock and I am going to find out."

"No please!"

He didn't listen. When I used my hands to try to bat him away he grabbed my wrists and pulled my hands behind my back. The umpire reached and grabbed the rag off the floor and shoved it back in my mouth.

"Go ahead Dad, no one can hear her now."

"Thanks son. I'm glad you gave me that idea about swiping her cell phone out of her purse earlier."

What the hell?! I was being double teamed by a father/son duo! They had plotted this entire thing. The son pulled most of the length of his cock out of me, while the father pushed his cock against my ass until the head slipped in. I screamed against the rag, but no one could hear me. His cock was thick but not nearly as thick or long as his sons. He let out a low groan and moan, while his cock slid deeper and deeper. Struggling against him was useless, so I tried to relax so it wouldn't hurt as much. When his body touched mine I knew his cock was buried.

"Son-of-a-bitch! That ass is so fucking tight I can feel it gripping my cock trying to squeeze the cum right out of it!"

He moved slowly at first, letting my ass relax more. The more he moved the better it felt until I found myself pushing back to ride his cock.

"I think this little slut enjoys this son."

"Yeah, she is one hot Momma!"

"I think she needs to feel both of us son. Give her all of that fat cock of yours, that I envy so much."

Grinning a wicked grin, the son grabbed my waist and began to lower me on his massive meaty cock again, filling every inch of my dripping pussy. The pressure of feeling both of them inside me was overwhelming. I felt the delicate tissue between my pussy and ass rip. Tears filled my eyes. The son pulled the rag out of my mouth.

"Are you ok?"

"Yesssss, yessssss, oh my Gosh yessssss.... FUCK ME!"

They went into high gear, fucking and pumping my ass and pussy at the same time. One slid out when the other slid in... back and forth, back and forth. My body tensed and I knew I was going to explode again.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum again! Oh My Goshhhhh, this is so fucking awesome. I love your cocks. Fuck me harder please! Make me cum and don't stop!"

They both slammed into me. The sound of our bodies slapping together was so hot. I felt the sweat off the father dripping on my back. The son grabbed my tits and squeezed them again, like he did earlier, then grabbed one and sucked it into his mouth. He sucked so hard he took ½ of my breast into his mouth. His other hand pinched and twisted my other nipple making me teeter between the feeling of pain and pleasure. 

My body twitched and slammed down on the sons cock hard, grinding his entire length up into my stretched, swollen and sloppy pussy. He held still and let me grind while his father continued to slam fuck my virgin ass. 

"I'm cumming son! SHIT!" He groaned and let out a sound that came from deep inside his body while his hot cum shot up into my waiting ass. Slowly he pulled his limp cock out and stood there catching his breath. The son and I rolled until he was on top of me.

He fucked me slow and deep, in a steady rhythm while he spoke down at me. "I can't believe you can take all of my cock. You are the first woman that has been able, without extreme pain. I don't like to hurt people. I like it when they enjoy it as much as I do."

He endeared his self to me with his words. He made me feel special, like the good little slut that I have always known I am inside. "Would you like to try something new?"

"What?"

"Would you like to see if you can fit your huge cock in my ass?"

He laughed, "I highly doubt if your virgin ass is ready for that."

"I play with toys, I had just never had a cock in my ass until your Dad's."

"Are any of your toys big?"

"Yes, some are, but nothing like your cock."

I could feel his cock growing inside me. I knew the thought turned him on very much, but he was enjoying being with someone that enjoyed his cock in her pussy, so he was apprehensive to give that up. He just kept moving in a rhythmic manner, in and out of my pussy, relaxing me more and more. Pretty soon I felt my body climbing again to that pinnacle. My hands reached to grab his taunt ass muscles, pulling his body into my sore pussy. My legs wrapped around his body and arched up to meet his cock. He drove it deep and then began that slow fevered stroke again... in and out... in and out, in a steady consistent rhythm. I pulled his body down against mine to feel his weight. My teeth found his shoulder and bit down slightly. Everything exploded inside me right after I tensed. My body bucked and grinded wantonly against his huge cock while I rode the wave. 

"Fuck me hard, pleaseeeeeeeee!"

He raised up and rolled my body again. My ass and pussy were poised in front of him. I was still riding the wave and needed to feel his cock inside me.

"Please, please, put it back in!"

My body jerked and twitched like a cat in heat, my ass and pussy wagging at him. He lifted his massive cock and put it at my pussy again then grabbed my hips. I was more than ready, I was hot and dripping and he knew it. He rammed his cock all the way up my waiting pussy, withdrew the entire length and dove all the way in again.

"Oh Fuck, I'm cumming again!"

He fucked me hard and deep while I squirted down my inner thighs then slowed.

"Shit, I can't cum! I keep looking at your ass and wonder if I should take you up on your offer."

"If you do, use plenty of Vaseline and go slow."

His father, having regained his self, handed him the jar of Vaseline. "Go for it son, I highly doubt you will receive another offer like this in a very long time, with your huge cock." "I don't want to hurt her."

"If you do, she will tell you. She hasn't been shy so far."

He kept his cock in my pussy and begin taking globs of Vaseline and shoving them into my ass with his fingers. 

"There, that should be good."

I started to take deep breaths to relax. I was already relaxed from cumming but knew I need to be completely relaxed to let him in. I knew it was going to hurt. What I didn't know is if it would hurt so much that I would have to stop, or if it would have me teetering on that fine line between pain and pleasure.

"I have 3 fingers in your ass and I have it full of Vaseline. Let me lube my cock and we will begin."

"Ok," I murmured while continuing to breath slow and deep.

I was extremely excited and scared at the same time. He finished lubing his cock and I felt the head of it resting at my hole. He reached to grab my shoulder for leverage while his other hand guided his heavy cock. Holding it there, he allowed me to push backward. I pushed cautiously feeling my muscles trying to relent. Finally the head popped past my tight sphincter muscle. I grabbed the rag and put it back into my own mouth this time, and bit down on it. He held his cock there until the initial pain subsided. 

With his father the pain subsided quicker, but with his massive cock it never really ebbed. I bit down on the rag and began to push backward again. The hard part was the first couple inches, after that it slid in better. Biting the rag, I stopped occasionally to adapt. He fought back sounds that were starting to come from inside him. I knew he wanted to grab me and fuck me senseless but he didn't want to hurt me so he took his time. 

Surprisingly I took the length of his cock in my ass much sooner than I did in my pussy. His hips came to rest on my ass while we both let out a sigh of relief. He began to withdraw and push it back again. I rode his cock and pushed against him. I grabbed the rag out of my mouth and threw it aside.

"Fuck it slow baby, fuck that ass slow and smooth like you did my pussy."

He grabbed both hips while I raised my body with my arms to look around. His father was waiting and shoved his cock against my mouth. I opened to take him, sucking and hungry. His son started moving faster, getting his rhythm. He withdrew the entire length and the head popped out. When he put it back, I screamed loudly from the pain of entry while I continued to suck his father's cock. He didn't withdraw it completely again but continued to stretch and fill my ass to accommodate his enormous cock. 

"Fuck, your ass is so tight!"

Pausing from sucking cock, "Fuck it hard now baby, work it up in there nice and deep. I love feeling like such a dirty little slut. Make me scream, give me that pain and pleasure that I love so much."

His father grabbed my hair and pulled it into a knot on top of my head while he drove his cock deep into my mouth. His son fucked my ass at a fevered pitch, never withdrawing it but slam fucking me so hard that my body moved forward, shoved his father's cock deeper into my throat. Gagging, sputtering and screaming they ravaged me and used me hard. 

"Come on bitch, scream louder, beg me to stop. Fuck, that turns me on so much!"

I let go of the single ounce of inhibition I had left and vocalized. Screaming, crying and begging him, while urging him on.

"Please stop, oh damn, my ass is ripping apart!"

"Take it bitch, take it all", he chanted as his cock withdrew and slammed back into my tight ass again and again.

His father pulled his cock out and shot cum over my tongue, while his son drove his cock as far up my ass as he could. 

"OH FUCK... I'm gonna cummmmmmmm!"

I felt his cock pulsing and pumping in my ass. When he started cumming he fucked me harder than he had all day, savagely. He pulled the entire length out and shoved it deep, repeatedly. I screamed loudly each time he passed my tight opening but it didn't stop him, it turned him on. I felt my body tense. An orgasm gripped me deep in my core. I'm not sure if it was from the pleasure, pain or knowing that I was pleasing them. My body shook, twisted and bucked against the huge cock in my ass taking everything he offered.

Finally we both collapsed on the floor in a heap. I felt his cock slither out of my ass and missed that feeling of fullness. After we cleaned up and dressed, his father unlocked the door. I left for home, torn bra and all, tucked under my shirt. My pussy and ass were extremely sore and burning but I would not pass up this opportunity if presented with it again. I love being a good little league Mother, but I also love feeling like a dirty slut. 




Play Ball!



As I drove away, I vowed to lay my cell phone on top of my purse at the next game.



Play Ball



"You need to do whatever I say tonight, right?"

Ken nodded slowly, completely hypnotized and unable to speak

"Good boy" she answered. "I want to taste your cock. I want to feel you in my mouth. You can't cum until I tell you to, though. Do we understand each other?"

"Yes, my Shay" Ken answered in a throaty voice. 

Shay began to lower herself down, starting by licking a circle around Ken's adam's apple. She sucked on the soft flesh just above his collarbone. Ken's cock seemed to strain upwards and get even harder as she moved her way down to his nipples, lightly scratching his tummy with her fingernails as she sucked his right nipple into her mouth. She released the suction on him to lap at his nipple in circles, her hand moving down further as she wrapped her delicate fingers around his twitching cock again. She slid her hand up and down on him, hearing his groans as she continued to kiss nibble and suck her way downwards, getting ever closer to his desperate erection. 

Finally reaching his cock, Shay held it by the base as she stuck her tongue out and swirled it around the head as if licking an ice cream cone. She took his swollen head in between her lips and sucked on him gently, repeatedly pulling her lips off of him, enjoying the soft popping sound it made each time her mouth left him. She knew that she had already built him up to the point that he was ready to cum, and it was only her demand that he wait for her that was keeping him from his release. She took his head into her mouth once again and began to move her hand up and down his shaft, jerking his hardness upwards into her mouth. With each down stroke, she lowered her mouth onto him a little more - an inch at a time, until he was completely buried in the warm wetness of her mouth. She pulsed her sucking slowly, feeling his cock grow even more inside her mouth, all the while sliding her tongue back and forth against the sensitive underside of his cock.

Ken was in absolute heaven. He was completely unaware of any of his surroundings - it took the effort of every muscle in his body to hold himself back from exploding. He let out a huge sigh as Shay withdrew him from her mouth and began to lick up and down his shaft, stopping each time at the top to tease the small slit with the tiny diamond in her tongue. As Shay continued her tongue bath, licking up all the precum, Shay reached down to hold Ken's now full balls in her hand. She squeezed gently as she licked him, reveling in the sense of control she knew she had over him. She glanced up at his face between licks to see the looks of sweet agony that were painted all over Ken's face. She knew it was time.

Shay ceased her licking of his throbbing cock and began to stroke him with her hand again, using a little more pressure than before. She scooted herself forward so that she was able to press the head of his cock against her soft breast. As she began to increase the speed of her stroking, she looked back up at him and whispered.

"Are you ready to cum for me now, baby?"

Ken couldn't answer. Every fibre of his being was on fire. She had driven him way beyond the edge. Shay took her hand that had been holding his balls and moved it forward so that her fingertips pressed on that sweet spot behind his balls. She could feel his prostate throbbing under her touch. She couldn't believe that he had lasted this long. It was time to let go.

"Now, baby... cum for your Shay Shay. Cover my tits with your cum."

Ken arched his back and screamed out her name as his entire body exploded. Thick spurts of cum shot out of his cock and all over her tits as his body was rocked with spasms. Shay continued to pump his cock as he twitched and throbbed in her hand. She had never seen him cum so hard and so long. As his body collapsed back onto the bed in a heap of tangled sheets and sweat, Shay began to slide the head of his cock over her tits, as if painting with the coating of cum he had just covered her with. Once she felt she had sufficiently milked his cock dry, she released her grip on it, proceeding to trace her fingers over her breasts and suck on them one by one. She smiled down at him as he recovered.

"OK, shuggar. You're doin great so far... now go get me a nice soft facecloth so you can clean me up."

Ken sat up and got to his feet. Shay giggled as he staggered a bit towards the door. He braced himself as he made his way down the hall towards the bathroom. He grabbed a facecloth from the linen closet as well as a large fluffy towel. Slinging the large towel over his shoulder, he went to the sink and turned the water on until it got warm. He submerged the facecloth into the basin of warm water and wrung it out, leaving the cloth damp. He couldn't help but smile at himself in the mirror as he turned to walk back to the bedroom. Shay was sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for him to come back, and stood to meet him as he walked back into the room. He was still a little shaky on his feet, and his clumsy gait made Shay smile again.

Ken took the facecloth and lovingly placed it against Shay's soft skin, beginning to mop the cum that he had covered the canvas of her breasts with. He softly moved the facecloth over her, wiping her clean. She watched his every move. He intentionally avoided her rock hard nipples, thinking that the terry material of the facecloth might irritate them Ken folded the facecloth up and placed it on the nightstand, never taking his eyes off of her.

"I think for your nipples, baby" he explained to her. "That you might need something a little softer than this face cloth"

With that, Ken bent down and licked all around her right nipple, tasting the sweet tang of her skin again this time mixed with a little of himself. Shay inhaled sharply as his tongue licked her clean. Once he was satisfied that her right nipple was clean, he moved over to her left one, repeating the process. As he finished, he pulled the towel from his shoulder and patted her soft skin dry.

Ken dropped down to his knees before Shay, bringing his eyes level with the S charm that pierced her navel. He gazed up and her and give a quick wink as he stuck his tongue out and slowly licked around the rim of her belly button. Shay began to giggle and then inhaled sharply as Ken began to twirl his tongue around her charm, then taking it between his teeth and tugging gently at it. Ken released the charm and slid his tongue into her navel as he slowly pulled her panties down over her hips and down her legs, letting them fall at her feet. Shay slowly stepped out of them as she placed her hand under Ken's chin, beckoning him to stand up.

"Lie down on the bed again, on your back."

Ken sat and leaned back on the bed, never taking his eyes from Shay's. Once he was finally laying on the bed on his back, Shay took a step towards him. She got onto the bed on her hands and knees. Ken could clearly see the smoldering flame in her eyes. It was stoking his own fire inside him, and he felt his cock begin to come back to life. As she slowly licked her lips, Shay moved up towards Kens face and swung her leg over him so that she straddled him, resting her weight on his upper chest. She looked down at him and waited a moment as he moved his gaze from her pussy up to meet her eyes.

"I don't think I have to call the shots on this one, Kenny... I'm pretty sure you know what to do."

Shay slid up onto her knees so that she hovered directly over Ken''s face. He stuck his tongue out and playfully darted it in between her swollen lips, feeling the moisture there immediately. Shay almost lost her balance and fell over as Ken's tongue began to explore her. His tongue and mouth began to get coated with Shay's juices as she gave herself in to the sensation and gently rocked back and forth, enjoying the slow fucking his tongue was giving her. Shay gasped as she felt Ken's tongue withdraw from her. Ken craned his neck up a bit and captured her hard and throbbing clit between his lips, pressing against it firmly. Shay's body initially tensed as the new wave of pleasure began to course through her, relaxing after a moment or two so she could focus on the gentle yet insistent sucking that Ken was doing in between her legs.

Once he felt as if Shay had begun to adjust to the sweet sucking and lapping that he was applying to her clit, Ken decided to raise the stakes a little and slowly slid a finger up into her, exploring her soft velvety wetness even deeper and more thoroughly than his tongue had been able to do previously. As his now slick finger began to slowly move in and out of her, Ken felt Shay reach down and grab two handfuls of hair. She became a slave to the rhythm of the probing finger inside of her, and could literally feel the throbbing of her clit each time Ken's tongue pressed against her inside his mouth. Her hops began to move back and forth, and yet more wetness began to leak out of her now sopping pussy. Ken knew that she was close and just needed that little push over the edge. He knew just what to do.

Sucking against her nub even harder, Ken began to hum loudly, allowing his lips to buzz against her. He heard Shay gasp and they both knew that she was well along her uphill climb towards a mind shattering orgasm. Without warning, Ken slid a second finger into Shay's tightness, and that was all it took. Shay cried out as her entire body shook and spasmed. Her fingers, still tangled in Ken's hair, curled and grasped at him as the explosion of ecstasy rocked through her. Ken could feel the quivering of her thigh muscles on either side of his head as wave after delicious wave washed over her. Shay's nectar poured out of her now, coating the beard on Ken's face, and beginning to drip down his cheeks and down onto his neck. It felt as each orgasm would start before the previous one was over. Finally unable to take the sensation anymore, Shay swung her leg over Ken and collapsed next to him, feeling him hold her as the aftershocks of her cumming continued to rock through her.

Shay just lay there for a few long moments staring at Ken as she caught her breath. Her eyes were smoldering, and he knew that she would soon be ready for more. Feeling her heart rate begin to slow a bit, she reached down with her hand and wrapped her fingers around Ken's cock, which somehow seemed even bigger and harder than before. As she slowly stroked up and down, Ken closed his eyes and began to moan in rhythm with her strokes. Shay leaned in to Ken's ear and began to whisper to him.

"Do you know what I want to do with this cock right now, Kenny?"

"Uh uh" Ken managed to utter in reply

"I want to feel this inside of me, baby. I want you to fill me up"

"Please baby... please" Ken whimpered back. He couldn't believe how incredibly aroused he was already.

Shay swung her leg over Ken again, this time straddling his hips. She leaned over Ken's face, her hands on the mattress on either side of his head. Ken strained his cock towards her, just burning to feel it touch her. As the tip of the head quickly brushed against her labia, he groaned loudly.Shay shifted herself over him slightly so that she could slide back and forth over the underside of Ken's cock. She watched him squirm as she slid back and forth over him, feeling him part her lips just slightly. With every stroke, Ken could feel his cock getting wetter and slicker with her juices. He was afraid that if she kept this up much longer, that he was going to explode.

As if sensing that he couldn't take the teasing much longer, Shay allowed the purple head to poke between her lips and rest at her opening. Ken's eyes shot open and looked at her as he felt the tip of his cock become engulfed in her warmth. Shay started to push downward, feeling her opening stretch as it tried do hard to accept the welcome visitor. Ken could see the look of concentration in Shay's eyes as she tried to take him into her tightness and it drove him wild. Finally, as Ken reached up to fondle Shay's nipples again, they both felt the head of Ken's cock pop into her. They simultaneously groaned in approval. Ken continued his assault on Shay's nipples as she slowly began to move, taking a fraction of an inch more of him in with each down stroke.

Ken felt his cock throb and twitch inside of Shay. He looked up into her eyes and saw right into her soul as Shay slowly raised and lowered herself, feeling the full length of Ken's hardness slide in and out of her tight grabbing pussy. Every time Ken slid out of her, he felt the wet warm walls of Shay's pussy struggling to hold him in. Shay began to pick up the pace of her riding as her mouth opened in a silent O. With each down stroke, feeling her clit make contact with Ken's pelvis, Shay started to speak in quick breathy grunts.

"Oh... God... You... Feel... So... Good... Inside... Me..."

Ken took his hands off of Shay's tits and put them on her waist, just at the swell of her hips, he pulled down hard, hearing Shay cry out as he sank all the way into her. Taking a moment to adjust to the feeling of being completely surrounded by her, Ken then proceeded to grind around in circles, moving under her. He could feel the hard nub of her clit grinding against him and knew that she was close.

Ken continued to hold Shay's hips as he thrust up against her, giving short quick shallow strokes into Shay's drenching pussy. Shay looked down into Ken's eyes as her breathing became quick shallow gasps. She put her hands on Ken's chest, grabbing at the soft dark hair there. Her breathing became faster and faster as Ken continued his baby thrusts into her. He was so ready to explode into her, but used all of his energy to hold back. He needed to feel Shay close and pulse around him as she came for him. He knew exactly what would push her over the edge. His eyes filled with lust, he looked up at her and mouthed to her.

"Shay, I love you."

Shay froze. She held her breath as every nerve ending in her body came alive and sparked with pleasure. A small cry escaped her open mouth as she felt her pussy clamp down on Ken's cock. Shay's entire body shook and trembled as she came all over Ken's manhood. It was exactly what he had been waiting for. Ken let out a high pitched cry as he emptied himself into her. Each jet of cum that erupted from Ken set off another wave of pleasure for Shay. They shook and held each other as they each soared through their mutual orgasm. Shay finally collapsed on top of Ken, completely out of breath. Lying on top of him, feeling him still inside her, she whispered back to him.

"Kenny, I love you too..."

Shay lowered her head onto Ken's shoulder as they drifted off to sleep.

Shay woke up to find herself alone in the bed. Next to her was a big soft towel and a white terry bathrobe. There was a folded note on the nightstand.

Baby,       

Was going to wake you when I got up, but you looked so peaceful. Jump in the shower and then head downstairs. Breakfast will be waiting       

Love you,       

Kenny

Shay slid out of bed and grabbed the towel and robe and made her way to the shower. Stepping in, she noticed how drained she still felt from the night before. She smiled to herself thinking about how she just needed a good cup of coffee as she began to rinse the shampoo out of her hair. Once she was clean, Shay stepped out of the shower and started to towel off. Her face lit up again as she suddenly smelled the aroma of coffee brewing from downstairs. "It's as if he knew" she thought.

Donning the robe, Shay wrapped her wet hair in the towel and headed downstairs where she found Ken reading the paper at the dining room table. There was a full spread before her. Ken had laid out a trayful of donuts as well as multiple plates of sliced fruit - strawberries, melon, and peaches. There was a place set for her, with the coffee already poured.

"Cowgirl coffee, just the way you like it, baby" Ken explained, not looking up from his paper.

"Thank you, Kenny," Shay answered, taking the mug with two hands and taking a sip. "What cha reading about, Shuggar?"

"The sports pages" Ken replied as he glanced up at her for a brief moment. "And we have something important to discuss."

"We do?"

"Shay Lyn, the Sox won the game in the bottom of the ninth last night." Ken tossed the paper lightly over to Shay, who opened it up and confirmed the score.

"You know what this means, of course, don't you, Shay Lyn?"

"No Kenny, I don't think I do."

"Well Shay," Ken said with a playful glint in his eye. "It means that I call the shots tonight, seeing as I really won the bet."

Shay took a big gulp of her coffee. "Kenny I think I'm gonna need a nap today."

Ken nodded slowly as he took a bite out of a slice of peach.



Play Daddy for Me



I had been called to meet my boss for a business conference in Scottsdale and had quickly packed and made my way to the airport.

The plane had leveled off and now there was just the constant drone of the engines and the air blowing down from the overhead vent. I leaned back and closed my eyes. It was at times like this that I liked to reminisce. My life had been a mixture of good and bad. I had a rebellious sort of childhood. My father finally divorced my mother when I was eighteen but was immediately sent to an all girls' school. 

I could sort of understand why, and yet I know that I could have straightened myself out if I were given the time. My mom was a tramp. She really considered me a thorn in her side and never spent time with me. She just wanted to have her boyfriends and drink. Nothing else really interested her so it was natural that I would be a problem for her. 

I was boy crazy, and probably still am. I'm still searching and I still love to experiment with sex. Hell, as long as I can remember my days began with my masturbating, and ended with another session just before falling asleep at night. Right from the beginning I was constantly trying to have better and longer orgasms and even resorted to using my electric toothbrush to get me there. 

The summer I turned twenty I was on vacation with my father. One night I got into the bar in the den and got smashed. Dad didn't really approve but wouldn't say too much since I was an adult and it ended up with him actually sitting down and sharing a drink. 

When ever I would stay with him on college breaks I would tease him by going thru his house in the buff and watching him try to avoid looking at me.

That night, well after midnight, I went to his bedroom and crawled in bed with him. It came so naturally to me, I mean the seduction part. He sleeps in the nude and mostly on his back so I just began to fondle him as he slept. Soon his cock was hard as a rock, and I became more and more anxious to have it. 

From that point on it was simple. I sucked him and jerked his cock until I figured he was almost ready to cum, and then I mounted him. It was beautiful, feeling his hard warm cock sliding deep inside me. I tried to move slowly up and down but eventually I lost control and began to moan as I neared my end. 

Suddenly he woke up and became aware of what I was doing. For a short while we struggled. I fought to stay on him with his cock deep inside me, and he was frantically trying to dislodge me. The more he twisted and turned, trying to lift me up and off, the more his cock moved in and out of my hot pussy, and finally he couldn't stop himself and he began to thrust up, plunging his cock in and out of my dripping pussy.

It was almost as if it were destiny, his need to cum, and my need to have him squirt his warm sperm deep inside me. That was the first time I ever came without actually getting my clit involved. And boy did I cum. It was intense, and long. I cried out and fell forward just panting and sobbing, "Daddy, oh daddy it feels so good doesn't it?" 

That night we came to an agreement. He would keep me satisfied, and I would keep him happy but no one was to know..... That was a summer of learning. He was a fantastic teacher and it was my father who got me hooked on swallowing cum. At first he wanted to pull out of my mouth but when he finally did shoot in my mouth and understood that I needed it, he went along with it. 

Mostly I would make him fuck my mouth first. That was when he was full and he gave me the most, the second time we would fuck and he took longer, but that's what I liked and needed. It was never the same and each time we would do something different. 

Sometimes I would kneel on the bed for him, at other times he would have me lay on my back, than there were times when he would sit on a chair and I would sit on his lap with his hard cock deep inside me and he would squeeze my nipples until I couldn't resist anymore and I would cum all over his thighs. Those were the times when I would quickly get off him and turn around so he could lick the creamy mix out of my pussy.

For four or five weeks he wouldn't let me have it in my ass, but finally one night we both were fairly drunk and he agreed. It was a learning experience but it was fabulous. Just to feel him deep up inside me, twisting and turning. To feel his thighs pounding against the cheeks of my ass and his hands on my waist, pulling me back hard, as his balls swung back and forth, slapping against my pussy, sent me over the top. 

It was strange, I was cumming again and again without ever having to play with my clit, but with him, I always got so excited that anything was possible. 

Two years later, when I was twenty, dad was killed in an airplane crash and because I wasn't twenty one yet, mom sent me to finishing school. Probably because her boyfriends were beginning to pay more attention to me then to her.

That was where I learned that I was definitely Bi. I would take sex in any form I could get it. Actually I consider having sex with girls more like mutual masturbating then really having sex. It's sort of like, "I'll do you, and you do me," kind of thing. Oh I didn't mind the kissing part, but I never was really turned on by it. It was sort of a way of repaying my partner for her help in satisfying me. Actually I think I was looking for some substitution for having sex with daddy.

I got really good at it too and all the girls would try to set up sessions with me. I was sort of the queen in that respect, but really there was nothing a girl can do to a girl that a guy can't do, and do better I learned.

After a year, I received my inheritance. As soon as I graduated finishing school, I started college. There I joined a sorority house. Again I was the queen and it was there that I met Teri. For the three years that we were roommates we satisfied each other in ways that were a combination of experimenting and really getting to know what we were all about. 

She is a lesbian and for almost a year I didn't realize it. She would date guys but always complain about the sex. Either they were too fast, too rough, or wouldn't do the things that she wanted and so on. I should have realized that she really didn't enjoy sex with them but could get off easily when I slide a vibrator in her pussy or would fuck her with a dildo or a strap-on. That always ended with my going down on her. Teri always needs at least four or five orgasms before she is satisfied. In that respect we were equal. By now I was spending all my free time in the sorority house either taking care of myself or studying. I stopped dating almost entirely because the jocks on the campus were a bunch of egotistical idiots.

That didn't bother me much because I was having good sex with a few of the girls and one of the instructors in my accounting class. But like everything else, the girls began to bore me, because they were predictable. And quite frankly Teri was right when she called the guys on campus, inexperienced oafs. 

I guess my father spoiled me and I was constantly comparing them with him. So now I was on the prowl again, but hopefully I think I've found my fathers replacement. 

My new boss is a real jock. He seems shy at times and at other times it's as if he can see right through me, just as my dad could. And I knew that, just as I had to seduce my father, so I would have to seduce Blake the same way.

Actually the seduction part gives me a mental high. I mean the plotting and planning really turns me on and now that he has promoted me, and my office adjoins his, I'm constantly watching him thru the open doorway, and that keeps me wet with anticipation. So now, I'm on my way to rendezvous with my boss and future lover. 

The rest of the trip was uneventful. At the hotel, I readied myself for dinner with Blake and our prospect. It was a sort of business conference with one of our clients, a woman named Barbara. I sat next to Blake as we discussed a pending contract. Barbara sat across from us and I decided it was a perfect time to begin because Blake couldn't really escape gracefully.

As my hand slid down between us, and up over his thigh, I could feel the outline of his cock thru his slacks. He moved uncomfortably but had to pretend that nothing was happening. The more I let my fingers graze over that area, the more he grew. I could feel the fabric begin to lift and soon I could actually wrap my fingers around that beautiful hard cock. 

At that point I was gently working my encircling fingers up and down his shaft and Barbara must have noticed my shoulder moving ever so slightly. She smiled over at me and suggested that we visit the ladies room. I really didn't want to stop, but was forced to. 

In the ladies room, Barbara asked, "Are you and Blake an Item?" I feigned surprise and nodded no. She continued. "Would you be willing to stop up at my room after dinner?"

"I'll have to see if it's all right with Blake," I answered. "Good," she responded, and with that we returned to the table. 

On the way out, I got Blake aside and whispered, "I think she wants to make out with me. Is that OK with you? I mean the contract and all." 

He shook his head no, then thought and whispered. "No, I mean not if you're against that sort of thing." "Oh, I'd do it for you Blake. I think I could manage it if you wanted me to." I was thinking to myself what a liar I was. I was an expert at this and really wanted to impress him but I wanted him to think I was sacrificing myself.

He just shrugged and we drove back to the hotel. I followed Barbara up to her suite and she made us drinks. I breathed deeply, wondering when it would begin. Suddenly she looked at me and asked, "Where's Blake? Isn't he in on this?"

Oh Ooo, I thought, a threesome and I wasn't prepared for this. "I'll call him and see what's keeping him," I volunteered. As she left the room I called down to Blake's room and explained the problem. "She wants both of us," I explained. "Will you? I mean, I will if you will." After a long pause, he agreed and I felt lightheaded at the prospect. This would be a fantastic way to break the ice. And I would look like the innocent little girl who just wanted to help the boss get a contract. 

Then Barbara returned. She had changed into a very revealing Teddy and looked good enough to eat. I chuckled to myself at my own joke. Her pussy was showing thru the flimsy fabric and though she was a mature woman, her trimmed womanhood was firm and tight, her waist thin and her breasts still had that supple resilience of a teenager. I would enjoy this more then I had even hoped.

Blake arrived as Barbara was mixing three more drinks. Blake surveyed the room but didn't show any surprise at the way Barbara was dressed, so I began to disrobe too. Blake stood there as if he didn't know what to do, so I discarded my last item of clothing and went to enjoy myself by stripping Blake. 

Barbara hovered over us as I removed his shirt and jacket. He kicked off his shoes and I squatted down to unfasten his belt and pull his slacks down. His cock was now reaching for the sky and proved difficult to free from the slacks. Fortunately he wore no underpants and both Barbara and I gasped when he was freed and suddenly his cock sprang up.

I wouldn't be exaggerating if I said he was seven or eight inches long and thick, really thick. Now I was staring directly into the most delicious cock I had ever seen. I thought back to daddy's cock, and made a mental comparison. Time blurs memories but I have to admit he was probably larger than daddy. There was no thought given, as I reached for it, and placed my lips over its head. Immediately my mouth filled with a mixture of his pre-cum and my own salivating fluids. 

Barbara had one hand on his shoulder and she was nibbling at his ear while allowing her other hand to fondle his strong chest. Then her hand wandered down to grasp the base of his cock and slowly she began to work his shaft in and out of my mouth. I shifted to kneel and now cupping his balls in my left hand, I began to suck harder. That's when I felt his body start to shake. He was like a puppy dog. He didn't seem to know what was happening and yet he loved it. 

It was Barbara who broke the spell. "Come with me. I want to have this in the bedroom. I want to taste the two of you and show you what comes with this contract." With that she led us to her bed and taking off the teddy, she lay back with her legs spread wide. 

It was a position that I knew ever so well. I straddled her head and lowered my pussy to her mouth. My face lowered to hover over her gaping pussy, and I motioned to Blake to move forward. Supporting myself on one arm, I grasped his cock and guided it to her pink portal. 

Being very slippery from our earlier enticement, he slid easily into her. Mere inches away I watched him stretch her vagina open and heard Barbara gasp as he began to thrust. Then she settled down and began to let her tongue dance up and down my own gushing slit. 

She was good. Her tongue would stab in and out for several seconds before she would return to taking long strokes up and down my throbbing slit. She was making kissing, smacking, sounds, as she would suck my labia and lap at the dripping fluids flowing down and into her mouth.

Blake was now thrusting slowly in and out. I pressed the top of my head against his abdomen forcing him back so I could lick her pussy. Then, after lapping up the creamy nectar, Blake would drive back in. We repeated this over and over again until I heard Barbara begin to gasp.

"Cumming! Oh yeah, I'm cumming! Pound it in Blake! Ah, yeah fuck me good! Yesssss," she hissed. "Give me cock. Now! Faster! Oh for the love of god I am, I AM Cummmminnnnngggg!"

Blake was astounding. He would pull all the way out, pause a few seconds, and then plunge back in. His ass swiveled back and forth as he fed his cock in and out. Her pussy was contracting almost as if it was kissing his shaft and that's when I felt her mouth return to my own aching slot. 

I don't know if it was watching that cock driving in and out, or the marvelous things Barbara was doing to me, but it began. A tidal wave started to rise within my aching pussy. I gasped at the speed with which I was responding. First the slow contractions, then harder longer ones, until I screeched out. 

'I'm cumming tooo. Oh Blake I'm Cumming too. Oh my baby let me cum all over her mouth for you." And suddenly I felt myself begin to ejaculate. It's a strange sensation. Almost surreal and yet it was something that I wanted to last forever and ever.  

Slowly I began to return to reality. Blake was still thrusting and Barbara again cried out. "Let me cum again. Oh my God it's so strong. Fuck me Blake. Shoot for me. Fill me!"

He was on the brink and I wanted it. He was about to spurt and I wanted it for myself. Faster and faster he moved and suddenly he let out a low growl as his balls retreated and the muscles of his abdomen began to contract. 

I yanked his cock from the slippery sheath in which it had been sliding, and lifted it to my lips so he finished spurting in my mouth. I gulped it hungrily and felt the stringy musky fluid flood my mouth with each pulsing eruption. I was suddenly remembering the taste of my fathers cum, and I fought to keep from crying out, as I so often did with daddy. Slowly it was over and I let his shaft slip from between my lips. 

Lowering my face I began to force my tongue deep inside Barbara's pussy hoping to glean what I had lost to her. That forced her to another tidal wave of screeching orgasms before I relented and rolled off her.

"Wow, that was like nothing I've had in a long time," Barbara gasped. "Me either I gasped," as I licked my lips. I didn't want it to end, but I couldn't find a reason to get Blake to go on. Barbara was satisfied, and even though I wanted him to take me next, I couldn't find a way to tell him. Slowly we dressed while Barbara paraded around the room in the nude. Finally we left and silently returned to our respective rooms. 

Needless to say we got the contract, but surprisingly Blake never even discussed what we had done or even once, make reference to it. It was as if he had shut it out of his mind. Then a week later he told me that he was going to take a week off and go up to his cabin for some fishing at the lake. 

I got panicky. I again fabricated a story and told him I loved to fish and how I missed doing it with my father. I guess I got to him because he became interested in talking to me about it. I even told him I had all my gear back at my place and was hoping to someday find someone to take me fishing. It was a bit forward I knew but I was almost forcing him to invite me to go along. I guess it worked because early the next morning he invited me to go with him.

I had to go out and buy fishing stuff. I didn't know a damn thing about fishing so the guy in the store gave me a quick lesson on how to cast and all that, along with selling me my fishing gear. I had to go out and buy some woodsy clothes; you know the flannel shirts and jeans that an outdoor sort of girl would need. 

Saturday, at five in the morning, we met in the company parking lot and he loaded my stuff in his van. After a rather quiet five hour drive we arrive at the cabin. He began unloading the van and we went into the cabin. 

I had been prepared to rough it. You know find bunk beds and a wood fired stove, but was surprised to find a beautiful spacious cabin which had a fully stocked bar and all the amenities like a lodge might have. What he had called a cabin was luxurious. 

He put my things in a guest bedroom and loaded his into the adjoining bedroom. There was a common fireplace that would warm both rooms and a bathroom in a hallway immediately outside. I was a bit disappointed because I had been thinking that we would be sharing the same sleeping quarters but it wasn't something that I couldn't work around. 

He lit the hot water heater and the stove before starting a fire in the living room. Although it was now ten thirty in the morning,he was anxious to get out on the lake. Then it began to rain. 

That made me perfectly happy, but seemed to upset him. I volunteered to defrost two steaks and made some lunch for us. By now we were chatting about things we enjoyed and the things we had in common. It was then that I asked him to call me by my nickname, "Kitten." My father always called me that and it was a secret name that he had given me when we had sex together. 

When Blake repeated it, "Kitten," I looked at him and saw my daddy. I wanted to throw my arms around him in the worst way but held back. I was going to have him and had begun on my plan to involve him in "role playing" with me.

Next I gave him some line about how the staff at the office thought of him as a father figure and asked him if he minded if I called him daddy. He looked at me as if I were crazy, but nodded yes. Then he said, "You know you're sort of close to me in age to be calling me daddy, you know." I nodded yes and blurted out: "yes, but your six years, two months and five days older, so I can call you daddy if I want." He looked a little shocked that I knew his age to the exact day, but he never suspected exactly how much I did know about him.

It took several false starts before he stopped calling me Sarah and got used to calling me Kitten, and now each time he called me that I could feel my face flush and my pussy begin to sort of quiver. At every opportunity I would call him daddy and after a while he seemed to accept it.

The preceding week, when we were seated together in the restaurant I had gotten him hard by stroking him under the table and he must have remembered that but he seemed to be avoiding that sort of intimacy here. That was making me crazy because that's exactly how my father behaved in the beginning. It was déjà vu all over again. Well I had overcome that reluctance once with alcohol and I could do it again with drinks. 




Play Daddy for Me



There was no TV reception at the cabin but a set was there anyway. I asked about it and he explained that when his pals came up they would watch video tapes. I asked where they were and began thumbing thru them. That's when he suddenly got flustered and had to tell me that the guys sometimes left some really torrid tapes laying around. 

Hell I had already picked two that I was ready to watch. He was upset. Again, exactly as my daddy would have responded and again I felt me body get hot and my pussy twitch. I put the tape in, but didn't turn the TV on. It was now somewhere around eight and the rain had stopped. The fire was burning and I fixed a pitcher of drinks. Stingers, with plenty of brandy and crème de menthe. Just enough ice to chill and very sneaky to drink.

This is exactly how it had started with my father and I wasn't going to change a thing with Blake. So far he was calling me Kitten, and I was calling him daddy. The roles had been established, now the plot was to unfold. I just hoped that it wouldn't turn into another wrestling match again because he knew that we had come close to having sex once already and I wasn't really a novice. 

By eleven thirty I had daddy slurring and a bit wobbly on his feet; I was feeling no pain either and decided to turn on the TV. Then I curled up next him on the sofa, and we kicked off our loafers. I cuddled up and lay my cheek on the soft flannel of his shirt as my hand traced circles on his thigh. Half way thru the video I was ready to jump on top of him and rape him but he just watched impassively. I suspected he was hot, but just didn't want to move too fast, yet I began to be more forward and let my hand move up to his crotch. Again I was holding the outline of his huge cock in my hand and teasing it by letting the nails of my fingers run up and down the rough fabric of his jeans.

By now I wasn't watching the video, I was watching him. I think I could have had him right there on the couch if I wanted, but the script called for me to seduce him in his bed and I was going to do just that. Fighting my urge to have him right here in the living room, I finished my last drink as we lit kerosene lanterns, then we went to our separate bedrooms. He lit the common fireplace between the rooms and I heard him crawl into bed. I did the same.

Around two in the morning, I crept to his door and peeked in. Just like my daddy he was sleeping on his back. I took a deep breath and prayed that he slept in the nude. Silently I moved to his side and held my breath as I pulled the thick comforter back. 

Yes, oh thank god yes, he was nude. I was wearing an oversize flannel shirt with the front open so my breasts and nipples were exposed. Softly I sat next to him and began to slide my right hand up and down his cock as my left hand held his balls. He was quick to respond, and within perhaps five minutes I had created a monster. His cock was like every girls dream, hard, thick and long. 

Releasing it momentarily, it lay on his tummy and extended almost up to his navel. Now I did exactly as I had years earlier, I lifted it to my lips and began sucking and sliding it as far down my throat as possible. He began to moan and after ten or fifteen minutes I was afraid he might cum before I could get him in me. 

Slowly I let go of it and lay his dick on his tummy as I threw my leg over him and held myself up on my knees. Now I reached down and lifted him up so the head of his cock was aligned with my wet cunt and gently began to lower myself onto it. I felt him stretching me open and I remembered how I had heard Barbara gasp when he entered her. Now I fully understood her surprise and stifled my own gasp.

It was going exactly as it had with daddy and I put my hands, palm down, on the top of my thighs and began to move up and down. I was delirious with the feelings that were coursing thru my pulsating cunt and I was again with my daddy. I lasted probably ten minutes before I lost my control, and during that time I had to stop myself over and over again, pausing to let the moment pass before starting again. 

Not able to control myself any longer, I was about to submit myself as the spastic contractions began. I lifted high and dropped down hard, thrusting him deep into my body. I needed to feel his cock press hard against my cervix. He woke up and stared upward with a startled look on his face. And just as daddy had, he began to try and dislodge me.

As once before, I lay down atop daddy and wrapped my arms around his neck and my heels locked under his legs. "Let me have it daddy. Don't take it out. Daddy, your kitten needs to finish, let me cum daddy, just let me have you, please." Probably more quickly than I remembered, he stopped struggling and began thrusting.

He really didn't try to dislodge me as had happened years earlier, and he was quick to surrender to me. Since I was already on the brink of cumming, it was only a matter of seconds before I felt my body begin to go into that period of elation that always ends in my orgasming.

It began as a series of hard contractions that took my breath away. Then I heard him moan, "Kitten, Oh God Kitten don't stop,keep going," and as if by magic I was again being fucked by my father. 

I can't describe the intense feeling of cumming with his big cock wiggling back and forth deep inside my throbbing cunt, but once it began, there was no way I could have stopped it even if I had wanted to.

His arms now held the cheeks of my ass in his palms and he firmly directed his thrusts deep into my spasming pussy. I gasped in his ear, waiting for him to again call me his Kitten, 

"It's so good daddy. Can you feel me squeezing your cock daddy? Will you shoot in me the way I like daddy? Daddy? Oh god daddy I'm gonna cum for you now. Oh yeah I'm cummmminggggggggg for you Blake. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck meeeee more!"

He didn't cum but I did! Oh god did I ever cum. It was the most intense orgasm I have ever had and it seemed endless. As it ebbed I clung to him, and just lay there gasping in his ear. He paused his thrusting as I tried to recover, and thats when he whispered in my ear.

"Is Kitten satisfied, or does my baby want daddy to keep fucking her?" I desperately wanted more, and between sobs I managed to gasp, "Yes, oh god yes, lots more. I want you to do it to me more. Oh god Blake your so big and it feels so good when I cum. Can I lay under you now? I like daddy to do it that way to me, will you please?"

My next orgasm was possibly more intense that the first. It was certainly longer and the muscles in my groin began to ache from the intensity of my contractions. Probably because I was cumming so quickly, he hadn't reached the point of shooting yet. I actually began rolling from one orgasm right into the next with perhaps a half minute between and I was gushing so much cum myself, that it ran down the insides of my thighs.

I was moaning and panting, trying to catch my breath and almost hoping that he would cum with me now, but I think I blanked out during my last time and found myself lying on my tummy while he continued to plunge his cock in and out of my swollen cunt as he lay on my back. 

"Wasn't he ever going to cum," I wondered to myself. Then I remembered the first time with daddy. I wanted to have him fuck my mouth so I could get his first load and taste him. 

I didn't warn him, I just rolled over, pulling him out as I crept to him on my hands and knees and thrust my open mouth down over his erect cock.

It wasn't the most comfortable position, but the taste of his wet shaft oozing and hard in my mouth, was somehow pacifying. I would hold still as he thrust in and out, then force him out as I licked the underside of its head, before returning it to my mouth.

My jaw began to ache from his immense size and I almost gagged once or twice as he plunged deep down my throat. At last I felt his balls pull tightly against his groin and I knew he was there.

"Gimmeeeee it now daddy! Feed me! Spurt it in your Kitty's mouth, Come on darling give me your warm cum, feed meeeeeee." He suddenly seemed to hold still. And almost as if he were in a trance, he held my head and cried out. 

"Here it comes Kitten, it's cumming for you. Take it! Take it all now baby, Drink me. Oh my god it's so good Kitten, swallow me!" 

That's what I wanted to hear. I sucked as hard and as fast as he spurted and yet he kept filling my mouth with the warm slippery fluid. When he was done I let him slip from between my lips and he lay next to me, panting. 

Although I had cum more than six or seven times I wasn't satisfied yet. I gave him my breast to suckle as he rested, and damn near had another auto erotic orgasm. I was already swollen beyond belief and there was a constant ache in my groins from having such intense contractions. My nipples were hard points that he kept tormenting and I was still slowly contracting when I twisted around and again put his cock in my mouth.

He was good. I mean I had him hard again in less then a minute and quickly mounted him again, but this time I had him sit on the edge of the bed as I sat on his lap with my back to him.

I don't know if it was the position, or the fact that I was so swollen, but he seemed to be even larger and with each thrust it felt as if he was pushing against my cervix. It was a different sensation, but one that kept me begging for more. I was almost constantly gasping for air, although he was doing all the work, and some minutes later, he helped me off his cock and had me kneel on the edge of the bed.

He was a satyr. He wasn't exactly like my daddy, because he never seemed satisfied. I had met my match, but wasn't about to be the first to surrender. I felt his shaft force its way deep into my slobbering cunt and again he begin to slip it in and out. I rocked forward with each thrust and had become so sensitive and engorged by now that my pussy clung to his cock and was being pulled in and out with each driving thrust.

They say a woman can go on indefinitely. That may be true if she isn't orgasming constantly as I was. My clit was so swollen and sensitive that my labia was caressing it with each thrust and I was moaning incoherently and drooling. When he pulled out, I thought he was going to cum on my back but suddenly I felt his slippery shaft nudging at my ass. 

There was a moment of helpless fear. I had taken daddy up the back way, but Blake was larger, and longer. I tensed up but he slid a finger forcefully in and began twisting it around. I remember relaxing just before feeling another finger joining the first and they both began to twist and turn. 

My body began to surrender and I let myself go. I wanted his cock deep in my ass and didn't really even consider how big he was. As a matter of fact when he did substitute his cock for his fingers, I felt more then heard a sort of soft pop as he went in. Thats when I wet the bed. I had let myself release my bowels and my bladder along with it.

Strangely I wasn't the least bit embarrassed. It seemed so natural and a warmth came over my body. I never had been able to cum having my butt stimulated although I did use a butt plug on occasion to intensify my masturbating episodes, but this was so different. I had daddy's hard cock deep inside my ass and just knowing it, started that frenzied delirium that always happens just before I orgasm.

I guess most men pull out just before they cum or that's what I was led to believe but Blake rode me right up and thru the end. He suddenly began plunging in and out faster and faster and held my hips as he forced his thighs to pound against the cheeks of my ass. 

"Gonna cum baby. Want it deep sweetheart? Oh god kitten, daddy's gonna give you another load of cum...... Geeeeezzzzzzzzzzzussssssss here it comes baby, Take it all now!" and at that exact instant I came again and collapsed on the wet cold mattress and lay there panting.

I remember him getting up and showering and returning with more wood for the fire, then he crawled in bed with me and we spooned as I drifted off. 

The next morning he was up before me and made breakfast and coffee. He was still nude so I didn't make any effort to get dressed either and went into the kitchen. Quietly going up behind him I spun him around and pressed my nipples against his chest. He smiled down at me and put his hands on my waist and sat me on the counter.

I don't ever remember having been had sitting on a kitchen counter before, but I must admit, sitting like that with my legs parted and his big cock plunging in and out of my already puffy cunt, was something dreams are made of. The top of his cock raked my clit with each stroke and within moments I was biting on his shoulder trying to stop from screaming.

This was Sunday morning and I was going to be with him in this lodge until next Sunday. By nightfall he and I had fucked at least four more times and I was a rag doll. He was insatiable and was always doing the most outlandish things with me. I was constantly recharging my toys and running them down as he tormented me.

And then there were those times when he blindfolded me and would tie me to the bed and pretend to rape me. Sometimes he would torment my nipples with ice cubes, or put them up inside me pussy and fuck me with them there. Often he would masturbate me until I was gushing milky white cum and he would lick me until my clit poked up enough for him to suck into his mouth. It was useless to even try to resist or hold back because I always failed.

I had started a dangerous game of "lets pretend" and it had turned into an orgy of sexual delights that I wasn't totally prepared for. By the time we returned the next Sunday, I was totally addicted to him and actually would beg him to lock the door to his office during the day and take me as I pulled up my skirt and stretched out across his desk. 

Rapture is a word that might describe the feeling of orgasming for most women, but what he had taught me to experience was well beyond that. I would go into a frenzy with the need to be taken through climax after climax and I was no longer striving to make it better. It can't be any better.



Play Date



Hello my name is Ashley and I would like to share a very erotic story with you. It happened to me about six weeks ago. . . and I’m still cumming from it, I swear.

I am a 38-year-old married woman. I guess I would say I’m average build with a nice ass. . . yea I’m proud of my firm ass. Well anyway, I will just jump right on into my story.

I came home from work on a Friday about 2 hours early. I have the coolest boss sometimes. Well, as I walked into the house I heard the faint sounds of a girl moaning. At first I thought that I might have to go kill my husband. As I slowly walked down the hall, I recognized the moans as my 19-year-old daughter’s. As I approached her bedroom door, I couldn’t help but look in. Since I thought she didn’t have a boyfriend, who would she be with? As I peered in I was taken by total surprise. There was my very beautiful daughter sitting on the face of another extremely sexy woman. This other woman must have been at least 30. 

Right then I felt a pair of hands on my hips. My heart raced. I had been busted watching my daughter perform lesbian sex. I turned around to see it was another man who was returning from the bathroom to join in on their fun. My eyes dropped to his incredible cock. It was a full 8-9 inches long and at least 3 thick. My dear God, I wanted that in me as soon as I seen it. Now I have been married for 15 years and never really thought about cheating. . . yea I have entertained the idea of another man, but what woman hasn’t? He never said a word to me. Just looked me right in the eyes and kissed me. It wasn’t long after his wonderful tongue left my mouth I squatted down and began to suck his magnificent tool, trying to deep throat him. But it just wasn’t possible. 

I had not noticed that the moans from the room had stopped. It wasn’t long and I felt a hand tracing up my inner thigh up my skirt. I froze, I didn’t know what to think. I had an assumption that it was one of the girls. My thoughts were soon confirmed as I heard my daughter’s soft voice, “Don’t worry Mom, she knows how to make a girl feel real good. Let her have you.” I was relived that it wasn’t my daughter’s hand that was now working its way under my soaked panties. But, I have to admit that the thought of her right there as I was sucking the most wonderful cock and getting fingered by a very sexy woman. . . well it was hot as fuck. 

Soon I felt sensations in my body like no other. His cock began throbbing in my mouth. I was sure he was going to cum down my throat so I slowed up. Her fingers were buried in me from behind. She was slowly massaging my g-spot. My God, it was electrifying. I heard my female lover begin to moan so I knew where Shelly was. She must have been licking her sweet pussy because I could hear the sucking sounds. 

I finally stopped sucking my new lover’s cock and stood up. . . the fingers that were in me felt so good but I needed to get up before she made me pass out. I turned to face her and seen the look of total pleasure in her eyes. There she was on her knees with my daughter lying under her, licking her tender pussy. . . God that looked good. I said I would like to try that. . . I have never tasted pussy but have wanted to. My daughter then slid out from under her and said I should go get undressed and meet them back in her bedroom. She asked me to get my dildos too because she couldn’t find them earlier. Now I was shocked to hear she knew I had dildos. . . but ok, I was up for any thing. 

I returned completely nude with my 2 dildos and my vibe. I walked in to see Shelly on her knees taking that cock in her wet pussy. . . I could hear the sounds of her pussy juices letting me know how wet she was. I walked up to the other lady and handed her my collection. I looked her in the eyes and asked her to make me cum like I have never before. 

She slowly kissed my neck and nibbled ever so gently, sending waves of pleasure through my body. She laid me on the bed right next to Shelly. I could feel her body pressed against mine. I looked over to see her beautiful tits swaying as her lover was slowly pleasuring her tender cunt. My female lover began to work her way from my neck down to my nipples. By now they were rock hard and just dying for attention. She knew exactly what I needed. She slowly and gently circled them with her tongue. Then she bit down on them ever so slightly. She applied more and more pressure over the next few moments. I was in a complete daze. I think I had an orgasm from her biting my nipple but I honestly don’t know. It was like the whole world stopped and every thing ran into one. I could feel the walls of my cunt gently spasming. I could feel the warm afterglow of an orgasm but it was like I got there with out actually cumming. 

At this point, my daughter’s moans had filled the room. She was overtaken with lust as she was trying to slam back into her lover’s cock as hard as she could, but he was stopping her and still pumping her very slowly. For just a slight moment I wished I was her. 

But that thought was soon replaced by my lover’s fingers tracing up my inner thigh again. I knew where she was headed and I wanted her to get there as fast as she could. My swollen lips were aching to be touched. I needed some kind of release. My clit. . . ohhhh my poor clit. . . it needed to feel her tongue. It had been months since I was last eaten out and it wasn’t even that good then. 

Soon enough I felt her warm breath upon my silky smooth pussy. My body was tense, waiting to feel her lick me. It felt like an eternity. Finally, she began to massage my clit with her tongue, slowly circling it. From top to bottom there was no part of my soaked sweetness she did not explore over the next 20 minutes. I just lay back and let this woman work her magic on me. My God, it was like she was in total harmony with my body. She took care of my cunt’s every need. She knew exactly where to lick, how soft, how fast, and how hard. As I felt my orgasm building, I lifted my legs as far apart as they would go so she could easily tend to my every need. 

My right leg was now draped over my daughter’s stomach. . . since she had rolled over somewhere in the middle of my enjoyment. I was in total amazement that this man had not cum yet. She was getting her pussy fucked like every woman deserves. I found myself staring at her pretty face and watched her biting her lip as it looked like she was about to have another orgasm. I don’t know why, but I found it to be extremely hot that she was right there next to me getting laid. Now I never had a thought of doing anything with her, but it was hot watching. 

My lover must have sensed my new level of excitement because she took me one step further. She was licking my tender clit and then started to push a dildo up into my ass. The mixture of pain and pleasure as the dildo worked its way up my virgin ass was awesome. No one had ever touched my asshole before, but I could not deny the erotic pleasure of it as she worked her skilled tongue around my clit and into my cunt. Soon she had the full 6 inches of my dildo buried in me. I felt the sensations in my body building. I knew I was about to cum so hard the whole block could feel it. 

I turned my head just enough to see the sensual look in Shelly’s face. It was indescribable, and soon I realized just why she had that look. I looked up at her lover and noticed he was filling her cunt with cum. From where I was, I could tell it was a monster load. He came for what seemed like a minute straight. He pulled out of her pussy and I could tell than that she had another orgasm. 

Then something happened that sent me into oblivion. My daughter sat up and then turned around and got into a 69 with me. Now, it’s not like we were going to do anything to each other. She got up there so she could get a good view of my pussy as I was about to cum and so that her lover’s cum was dripping out of her very pink pussy and onto my face and in my mouth. The taste of this man’s hot cum mixed with sweet pussy juice was enough to put me over the edge. Soon I was sent into total orgasmic bliss. I had the most wonderful woman licking my hot cunt, I had a very lovely dildo in my ass, and I had a perfect looking pussy dripping sweet juices on my face.

I think that by the time I had finished cumming, the whole neighborhood heard me screaming. The only way I can describe it is to say it was the best orgasm I think a person can have with out having it put you in a coma. I’m not sure what all happened next, but I found myself waking up in bed about an hour later. 

Later, as I was making dinner, Shelly bounced in. She looked so cheery. . . can’t imagine why. She looked at me and said, “Same time next week?” And of course I wanted more. I had not felt that man’s cock, nor had I had the chance to taste my female lovers sweet pussy. 

Well, it’s been six weeks now, and I have been laid six different times, each with its own unique eroticness. I will tell you about those when I have more time. For now, I must go masturbate.



Play Date



I just pulled up to one of my best friends house, when I seen her talking to this guy who had just moved a cross the street from her. " Hey Lacy, who's the stud?" I asked her while making it to her top step. 

"Oh he just wanted to come say hi and get to know us neighbors."

"Yeah right, anyway have you talk to Justin today? I tried calling his mom house but I got no answer." I said to her while we proceeded in the house. Justin is my other best friend.

"Yeah he told me he was going to be a little late to our play date." A play date is when we would all get together once a week mostly Friday when we were all off and do something together like watch movies, go out dancing or just stay home and play video games.

Lacy proceeded to tell me how Justin had a real date with this guy who he been checking out for a while. I wanted to go pick up some things for tonight before it got too late, so I told Lacy to get dress so we could go and get back before Justin got there.

We went in wal -mart and came out with shit we didn't even need, oh well.

By the time we got back to Lacy house Justin was standing out there with a smile so big I could see the corn he had eaten. "Where you bitches been?" he asked as he kissed both of us on the lips. 

"No I think the question is where were you, that you couldn't answer your phone for your best friend?" We all walked in the house. Lacy was putting the food up while I talked to Justin.

After getting everything put up Justin told us of his date and how it wasn't all what he thought it would be like. "Did you fuck him?" Lacy ask while getting closer to hear.

" Hell no I told you he was boring and had nothing much to say, I do have standards."

We all laughed. I asked Lacy to put on the first movie so we could get things started but she wanted to eat first, so we ordered pizza and sat around laughing at Justin's date.

By then we started to see lighting, but no rain, thunder but still no rain. About an half hour later the ran began, it poured hard and heavy. We were deep into the movie when everything shut off. No lights no television, no nothing. Justin got up to see what caused the power outage but the rain was coming down so hard he couldn't see. We were sitting in the dark holding each other and talking about how we met and who liked who, when the door bell rang. We thought it was a police officer coming to check on us but it was her next door neighbor. He wanted to know if we were ok. As soon as Justin laid eyes on him he invited the guy in. "What is your name my man?" Justin asked. 

"I'm David" he said with his sexy deep voice. Lacy and I were already drinking but when David got there Justin began to drink too and so did David. "Lets play a game." Justin said looking at me to say "I WANT HIM." 

"What kind of game?" Lacy asked. 

David jumped in and said "Dare, let play Dare."

"Don't you mean Truth or Dare?, that's for kids I am 25." as if that was such a big age.

"No he means Dare, I heard of it before but I never played. How do you play it?" Justin asked.

"Well we dare each other to do something and you must do it, or else."

"Or else what?" I asked. 

" Or else you have to drink this whole bottle of vodka." Justin jumped in before David could speak.

So we decided to play, David went first. "What's your name?" he asked pointing to me.

"I'm Shaka."

"Ok Shaka I dare you to go kiss Lacy."

"That's an easy one."

"You didn't let me finish, I dare you to kiss Lacy in the mouth for 15 seconds." ok well she is my best friend, and it is just a game, so I can do this, I told myself. I walked over to Lacy and got on my knees, grabbed her pretty red hair, pulled her head back and tongued my best friend. For some reason my young pussy became wet. She was kissing me back.

"Ok damn, time is up over there." Justin said as he pulled us apart.

"Your turn Shaka." David said.

"Ok David I dare you to go over to Justin and kiss him in the mouth for 20 seconds." I told him with an evil smile on my face.

That's not fare I only gave you 15 seconds."

"Tough shit get going Mr." Lacy told him.

Justin was so excited he walked over to David so he wouldn't have to get up. David stood up and grabbed Justin by his dreads, pulled his head back, and kissed Justin very hard. Lots of tongue acting, that shit turned me on.

"Ok my turn again." David said while wiping his mouth and sitting back down.

"How's that." I asked. 

"You gave the dare to me there for it is my turn." that shut me up real quick. So this time David dare Justin to go suck Lacy's right nipple for about 15 seconds. Justin did not look to happy about that, but he went over to her and pulled her right breast out and began to suck on her nipple. It must have felt real good cause she closed her eyes and began to moan out loud. "Don't be enjoying it too much bitch!" Justin told her with a smile on his face, as he got up to go back to his seat. I was getting hotter then a stove. My pussy was wet and ready to be fucked. Now it was Justin's turn he dared Lacy to go and suck on my right breast. She didn't walk over to me she crawled. I think everyone got a hard on watching her sexy body come a cross the living room to me, I know I did. 

She pulled out my right breast and licked around my nipple I slid down in my chair as if I wanted her to get on top, then she put my nipple in her mouth and began to suck on it. Oh god was she making me want her I had forgotten she was a she and that she was my best friend. When she finished she looked at me as she got up as to say, "It's on now me and you later." It was now her turn she looked at me then to David then back to Justin and said "I want you David to let Justin Suck the head of your dick for 15 seconds." David looked as to say what the fucks wrong with her, and so did I, but Lacy just smiled and looked over to Justin who was also smiling. David unzipped his pants and Justin pulled out David's dick and put it in his mouth, moving up and down slowly but only on the head. My mouth was wide open and so was my pussy. It must have been real good cause David slid down in his chair and his hand went on Justin's head and his mouth was more open then mine was. "Ok ok that's enough of that." Lacy said while sitting up in her chair. It was now David turn and he looked like he was going to get Lacy back. He told Lacy to go eat my pussy for 20 seconds. She didn't seem to mine and at that time neither did I. I pulled down my panties and pulled up my skirt. She walked over to me and open my legs she did this like she was a pro. I looked at her and she smiled at me, then she dove her face right into my pussy, playing with my clit with her tongue, nice a soft yet her tongue was stiff, it was just right I began to moan out with pleasure, she takes her hand and grabs my right breast which was still exposed. Damn did this feel good. I wanted to take her in that room and eat her pussy as well. 20 seconds passed but everyone was enjoying watching her eat me we didn't realize time was up. I wanted her to stay down there forever. But she wanted to tease me so she stopped and went back to her seat. I was lost for words. Lacy had a big ass smile on her face and told Justin "Let David Fuck you in the ass." the room got quite. Justin looked over at David and asked Lacy 

"For how long?" 

She looked at the clock on her wall and said "For 15 minutes." I was shocked I never seen this side of Lacy before, and I knew her for 18 years. David went over to Justin pulled his shorts down and shove his big dick right in Justin's ass. Justin yelled out in pain but pleasure. David started to go faster and deeper, the more Justin yelled the deeper and faster David got. We couldn't take it no more I seen Lacy walk over to where they were fucking, bend down and open David ass and started licking it, he turn around without stopping looked at her and smiled. I walked over to her looked at her and rubbed my hand against her breast, then I walked over to Justin, where he was getting the shit fucked out of him. I leaned over toward David and began to tongue him down. I felt someone touch my nipple and squeeze it. It was Justin, he was touching me and it felt so good. I then put my leg up on the sofa and put Justin's hand on my pussy, and he stuck his fingers in my pussy. I moan and began to fuck his hand. Next thing I knew David was inside my wet pink pussy, Justin was sucking on David's balls, and Lacy was sucking Justin's fat black dick and I was eating Lacy's red haired pussy. No words were spoken just good old fucking like crazy. I was eating her pussy so good, she was fucking the shit out of my face, and Justin had her head, fucking the shit out of her mouth. Then the lights came on...... silence, nothing said, we look around at each other and slowly got up. 

The fun was over cause the lights came on. David parted himself and left Lacy, Justin, and I just standing there naked, looking at each other. "Now what?" Justin asked.

"Did you enjoy our play date?" Lacy asked. We looked at her and started laughing, we both said yes and got in the bed together, and went to sleep. So now every week on Friday we all get together even David and fuck like rabbits, and that's the new meaning of our Friday night Play Date.



Play Date



It is 2:30 on a Friday afternoon. You have just pulled in the driveway after dropping Susan off at work. I pull in right behind you. You are surprised because you weren't expecting me until dinner time.

"You're early," you say smiling at me. 

"I have planned a play date since Susan is working till close tonight and the time we have allotted after dinner isn't enough for what I have in mind." I explain.

"Really baby, just what did you have in mind?" you ask.

"You will see lover." I reply while getting a small bag out of my truck. "But first we have to prepare you for the evening's festivities." I explain. "Let's go in and give you a shower."

You unlock the door and Hilde and Gretl your two Dachshunds give you their usual happy greeting. I follow you in and lock the door behind us, then move through the house closing the blinds.

"Ok, lover, time for your shower. Meet me in the bathroom naked."

You go into the bedroom and hastily disrobe, getting a little excited because while we had taken a shower together many times, I had never given you a shower. Your mind wonders just what I have in mind.

I have the water temperature just right when you enter the bathroom. I pull the shower curtain back a little then motion for you to get in the shower with a wave of my hand. 

I remove a soft sponge from my bag and hold it under the stream of water then I squirt on some body wash that I picked up at Bath and Body Works just for today. I stand behind you in the shower and slowly wash your back. The freckles from the Summer sun are fading but they are are still visible and I think of you laying in the sun next to the pool and dozing. What a beautiful thought, my little Sun Goddess....God how I love her.

I rub the body wash over you in slow circles, a clean, flowery smell fills the shower as the scent of the body wash mixes with the hot water. I wash down the small of your back and over the bubble of your nicely shaped ass, forcing the sponge into the crack. Then I wash down the back of your thighs and stop to tease the sensitive spot on the back of your knees, and then I was your calves.

I put my hand on your shoulders and turn your around so that I can wash your front. You kiss me as your turn to face me and I taste the water running off your face as our tongues meet and dance with each other.I lick your lips and the roof of your your mouth as you open it wider to get as much of my tongue inside you as you can. Your hard nipples brush against my chest and your hands reach for my nipples. You run your thumbs over my hard nipples then reach for my rock hard cock because you feel it pressing against your smooth belly.

"Not yet lover" I say. "You aren't ready for my cock just yet, we have a lot of time." I say as I push your hand away. "This is only to prepare you for what is to come yet today."

I put the sponge with the body lotion down and reach into my bag for a clean, soft cloth. I wet the cloth with the water and then put some of your facial soap on it and I slowly and sensuously wash your face.

"Time to remove all your body hair, my love. I want to feel nothing but your satin skin today."

I reach into my bag and remove a tube of woman's shaving gel and a brand new razor. I start with your underarms then get out of the tub and have you place one leg on the toilet seat and I shave it. Then the other leg. My nipples and cock are getting even harder as I contemplate shaving your wonderfully sweet pussy. I pat you dry there with a towel then remove my trimmer from my bag. In a minute all the longer hairs are gone. I get the gel out again in in a few minutes your are as smooth and silky as the day you were born.

Going back to my bag I remove some moisturizer that has the same scent as the body wash and massage it into all of your satin skin. 

"Can you put your makeup on while I feed the dogs lover? It's just about 4 o'clock." I ask.

"Of course baby" you reply.

You proceed to put your makeup on and I feed the dogs and then let them out.

"Don't come you of the bathroom yet lover, we aren't quite finished getting ready." I tell you, while I am putting on the cologne you bought me. "Just call when you are finished with your makeup."

You hear me moving around in the bedroom and you wonder what I am doing. You get a little more excited at the thoughts of what I am preparing in the bedroom.

"Ok baby, I am finished with my makeup." You say. "Do you want me to come in the bedroom now?"

"No, lover, I have some more things for you in the bathroom." I reply.

You look down at my bag and wonder what is in there still. I come into the bathroom and from my bag I remove padded box. I open it and you see that it contains jewelry. A diamond stud earring set and a set of ruby earrings set in sterling silver come out of the box first.

"Put these on my love, the diamond studs in the top and the rubies in the bottom." I say.

A sterling silver necklace comes out next. It's 36 inches long and I place it around your neck and admire how it drapes over your perfectly shaped breasts. A new silver anklet and a ruby ring complete the ensemble.

I take you by the hand and lead you into the bedroom. Your eyes get wide as you see the satin comforter and pillow shams and they sparkle in the candle light. I lead you to the bed and arrange the pillows so that you have a thin one under your head and a couple bigger ones under your bottom to raise it so that you are accessible to me. I take your right wrist and pull it up to the headboard. You hadn't noticed the satin scarves threaded through the wrought iron decoration on the headboard before. I quickly tie your right wrist to the headboard and then the left. I then reach under the pillow and bring out the blindfold. I secure it around your head, taking your sense of sight away. A couple seconds later and I have your ankles secured to the bed frame with two more scarves.

I reach over and hit play on your boom box and the make out CD that you made for us so long ago begins playing.

"I will be back to please you my love" I say as I slip out of the room.

Your mind wonders just what comes next. After what seems like an eternity but is only ten minutes because that's all the longer I could wait I slip silently back into the bedroom. I am able to move very quietly on your new carpet and you aren't sure that I am really there when you feel something soft and warm brush your cheek. Then your nipple. It feels different then anything you've felt before and you wonder what it is. 

I am wearing a mink massage mitten. Soft, warn and relaxing, they are meant to be used to relax someone but used in the right way can be very stimulating. I slowly work it over your breasts and nipples, your stomach and sides and you laugh a little because it tickles your sides. I rub it across your legs and your soft feet and over your pubic mound being careful not to let it get wet with your hot juices that are beginning to leak out.

I lay next to you and kiss you while I rub the mink mitt over your body. We kiss long and deeply and you press your tongue into my mouth like you want to possess me. You are moving your hips, humping the air looking for some relief and I pull the mitt off and toss it on the floor and you suddenly feel my finger at the bottom of your swollen pussy lips, spreading them open and getting soaking wet. You kiss me harder as my finger moves to the top and makes a circle around your had clit. You moan as I touch the tip of your clit while I am licking your face and neck like it was an ice cream cone. My finger traces circles around your hard clit and I pay special attention to the upper left part where you are so very sensitive. My kisses and sucks and licks move my way down your satin skin to your clit. I put both thumbs into your sopping wet pussy and spreading the flushed lips wide open I put my tongue into the bottom and lick my way up to your clit, spreading you open farther with my chin and soaking my beard in your sweet juice. I purse my lips around your clit and suck it into my hot, waiting mouth. I cover my teeth with my lips and hold your throbbing clit between then and run my tongue back and forth over the tip of your clit.

With my hand I am spreading your hot juices all over your thighs and down your crack. When I have you sopping wet down there I insert a fingertip into your hot, tight little ass and make a circle to spread it open.

My mouth is still working on your clit and I have a thumb hooked into the bottom of your pussy, pressing down and giving you that full feeling as if somehow you had my mouth on your clit and my cock in your pussy. 

I work two fingers into your tight ass and you moan louder and take in a deep breath. Suddenly you feel the pressure of my fingers leave your ass and you feel a little empty, but a moment later you hear a buzzing and you feel the vibrator I bought especially for your ass pressing against you. I slide it in and you cry out just a bit because it surprises you.

I suck and lick on your clit until you are ready to come.

"Oh baby, that's the spot, don't stop!!" you gasp. "Oh Donnie, make me cum!!"

My tongue picks up speed and you are thrusting your hips into my face and every time you do the vibrator in your tight ass moves, giving you a new sensation.

"Oh Donnie, I'm cummmmmmming!!!" you cry out. You pull at the restraints because you want to hold my head between your legs. You cum hard in my face and I am pulling you into my face with my hands under your bottom.

I continue to suck at your clit until you are trying to push me away because of over stimulation. Then I lay next to you and start kissing you and you lick your cum off my face. 

As soon as you are relaxed and breathing normally I slide down and untie your legs. Sliding between your legs I put the engorged head of my cock against your swollen pussy lips and slide into the silky, hot wetness that is your pussy. The place I belong. 

I start slowly and begin pumping in and out. You are so we we are making a sloppy nose as I pick up the pace, pounding your wet pussy. You thrust up against me, timing your thrusts with mine.

"Oh Donnie, fuck me baby...pound me!!" you moan. It's a new sensation with the vibrator still in your ass and I pound you until I am worn out and you are close to cumming again.

Our pubic areas are sopping wet from all of your juices as I pull out of you and reach down and take the vibrator out of your ass. I put my hands under your bottom and lift you up with your legs against my chest and I put the head of my cock against your ass and push in. 

I am a bit bigger then the vibrator and it hurts for a minute but as you get used to me I start moving, slowly at first. You are so tight and I am so turned on that I cum in just a minute, my hot cum shooting into you.

I slide my cock out of you as it begins to go soft and put y head back between your legs and lick you to your second orgasm.

I remove the blindfold and untie you and we hold each other tight and I say;

"Let's take a nap baby, we still have 3 hours before we have to pick up Susan.



Play Date



Diane, my wife, and I have developed a very liberal attitude about sex. After a couple of years of marriage she had lost most of her inhibitions and now enjoyed sex and showing off her body. Sometimes she was even willing to share herself for me. We had started with a longtime friend of mine who had always had an eye for her. She had protested but later admitted that she had secretly been hoping to do a threesome with Gary and me.

We had converted one of the spare bedrooms into a playroom where we could enjoy sexual activity outside of our own bedroom. The bed was a king sized bed with a canopy frame that contained decorative railings around the top, good for binding one of us. There was a dresser that contained clothing, a couple of vibrators and other toys. A camera was mounted in two corners away from the bed and monitors sat on a entertainment center, along with a DVD player. An eye hook was in the ceiling between the wall and the foot of the bed with a chain hanging from it. 

One Saturday afternoon in the fall I started to get working on getting Diane in the mood for a little afternoon delight. I found her in the kitchen at the sink rinsing some dishes from lunch. I came up behind her placing my hands on the counter on either side of her. I leaned forward nuzzling her neck and kissed the back of her neck. She leaned into me so I wrapped my arms around her. 

She covered my arms with her own and asked, "Okay. What do you want?"

"You." I breathed into her ear. "Right now."

I turned her around still wrapped in my arms as she hugged her arms around my neck. I kissed her lightly on the lips and smiled mischievously at her.

"Let's go to the play room and see what kind of girl you really are."

I took her hand and led her into the play room where we resumed our embrace. I let me hands wander over her body, rubbing her ass over the tight pair of jean shorts she hand on, up the small of her back, pulling her t-shirt up as I moved my hand. When her bra was exposed I stopped my movement and undid the snap. Then I continued to pull her shirt up over her head and she moved the strap of her bra allowing it to fall to the ground.

I kissed my way down her body sucking on each nipple and giving them a good massage. Her breasts are a firm C cup with small nipples. I moved down her body lingering only a little at her navel, nipping at her piercing there. I reached down and undid the snap of her shorts pulling the zipper down in the same motion. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of her shorts and underwear and slid her them down her long athletic legs. She stepped out of the pants now clad only in her birthday suit.

"I like this outfit on you," I said with a leer. "I think I'm going to enjoy this."

I pushed her back slightly and stepped towards the closet. I pulled out a new play toy, a bondage swing, and showed it to her. She looked at it, not realizing what the straps would form. I reached up and grabbed the chain hanging from the ceiling and connected the swivel ring from the swing to it. Diane continued to look quizzically at the new toy that hung like straps. I took her hand and clasped the binding from the swing around her left hand.

"No. Please. I'll be good," she playfully resisted as I cuffed her other wrist into the swing.

Coming around behind her, sliding her ass onto the narrow support strap, raised her legs and snapped the cloth cuffs around her ankles. Now she was suspended from the ceiling

.I started stroking her body, caressing her tits and pinching her nipples. I tugged at the rings she had piercing her nipples. She would sometimes wear a gold chain hooked into each of the nipple rings which kept them hard and visible under her thin blouses.

As I walked around the room Di expected me to pick up one of the toys to please her. Instead I found the blindfold we has gotten some time ago. It covers the eyes about the same was as a sleep mask to block out light.

"Let's try a little sensory deprivation. First, I am going to blindfold you."

"Why?" She was nervous now. "What do you plan to do?"

"Well, with your eyes covered you won't be able to see what I going to do to you. Or when or where I'm going to do it."

"Oooooo." That sounds naughty." Now she was getting bolder.

"When you get used to that, I'll put your iPod on with the headphones. That way you won't be able to hear when I going to get you." 

I had stepped in front of her now and ran the back of my hand over her breasts. The nipples got hard again and I pinched one in my fingers. I put the blindfold over her eyes and checked to make sure she couldn't see anything. I stepped around her and spanked her on the ass.

"OW!" she exclaimed. Now she was squirming around unsure where I was or what I was going to do next.

"See? You couldn't see that coming," I said as I reached between her legs and buried a finger inside of her.

Instead of squirming Diane began to move against my hand. I let her continue to rub her pussy against my wrist and hand before sliding it free.

"Awww. Come on. I was just getting started,' she protested.

"This ain't your game to make the rules. You're helpless now. You're helpless until I let you go free." I had stepped up behind her and was talking into her ear while my hands caressed her body. Her tits felt so good as I lingered on the nipples, squeezing the tit and pinching her nipples. She twisted her body against the constraints of the bondage swing trying to get free. I walked around between her legs suspended in the air and pushed my crotch into her ass while my hands continued to work their way over her thin curvy body. I kissed her stomach and then took a little nip on her clit. This made her jump slightly and goose bumps covered her body.

"Your beautiful," I whispered. "I love how you let me do these things to you. I love letting other men see you, touch you and I love watching other men fuck you."

Her body shook with shivers as I continued to play with her, stroking and touching her all over. I moved around. stroking her legs and I kissed her knee. I began kissing my way up the front of her legs and my tongue found her pussy. She was wet and squirmed as I started to eat her. She wrapped her legs around my shoulders and was fucking my face.

I pulled her legs off my neck and stood in front of her again.

"Nice?"

Almost breathlessly she replied, "Yes." 

"Just wait."

I walked out of the bedroom to the living room where I knew I would find her iPod loaded with music. Her music is rather loud with a great amount of base and drums, so it would be perfect. As I entered the room I saw her working to determine if she could get loose.

"Won't do any good. You can't get loose until the straps are loosened." I explained. "Now with the music blaring you won't be able to hear anything. And you can't see anything. Its called sensory deprivation and gives you a whole different outlook. Being blind and having the load music will throw off your balance, your sense of timing and how and what you feel. And, you won't be able to tell who's doing it you."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHO?" she demanded

"Remember your fantasy about having an unknown lover fuck you that you told me about? Well, you're going to have that fantasy fulfilled today. I've invited a friend, or friends over to play."

"You didn't. You wouldn't. You wouldn't just let your friends in here to play with me like that." Her voice was weakening now as she was trying to convince herself that this couldn't be happening.

About that time the doorbell rang and Diane instinctively turned her head. 

"Now who could that be?' I asked as innocently as I could muster. "Better go see. But before I go, let me put these headphones on for you.."

Diane was trying to swing away from me and was using her arms to cover her ears. I pulled the ear-bud headphones out of her case and, after a short battle, got them into her ears. I turned the iPod on before I left the room to answer the door.

At the front door I greeted a couple of guys and invited them in. I offered them seats in the living room, offering to get them something to drink. We all enjoyed a cold beer and chatted about sports and other unimportant subjects for about a short time, before I excused myself to leave the room.

I walked into the play room finding Diane hanging in the swing exhausted from trying to free herself. I walked over to her and grabbed both of her nipples and squeezed. She let out a loud yelp at the sudden surprise. I reached up and pulled the headphones off.

"You better be quiet. They may just come in here thinking something is wrong. I just want to make sure you're ready."

"Ready for what?" There was a little apprehension and a little excitement in her voice. 

"Take the blindfold off so I can see what's going on."

"Nope. I'm going to put the headphones back on and go get the guys to come in here. I just might let you out of the swing, but only to cuff you to the bed instead."

I walked out to the living room and both young men stood.

"Is everything okay? We though we heard a scream."

"Yes. That's why I asked you both to come over here today. I have a surprise for you both. Follow me, please."

We walked down the hall to the bedroom and I pushed the partially open door open fully. 

"Wow!" was the first response I heard from the blond headed one. "Is she a prom star or something?"

"No, she's just a play thing."

I walked up to her and pulled the headphones away from her ears, letting them rest around her neck, and turned the volume down. 

"Diane, say hello to your guests. They're here to play with you, anyway they want."

"They? How many of them are there? What are you going to do to me?" She was twisting in the swing trying to remove the mask that blinded her.

"They are going to fuck you wherever and however they want to use you. Now, if you continue to carry on, I'll just have to use the ball gag." I turned to the two young men who by now where stripping out of their cloths.

"Condoms. Gentlemen. There is a box of them on the dresser. Whether you fuck her pussy or her ass you have to wear condoms. Trash can's over in the corner and paper towels are also on the dresser. Enjoy." 

With that I kissed Diane on the mouth and told her to just lay back and enjoy. Then I slid the headphones back over Diane's ears and headed out of the room.

"Oh, by the way, I'll be watching. There are two cameras recording everything."



Play Date



I don't know what this says about my self-confidence, but I've often noticed that what attracts me to a woman is how she looks at me. Give me a look that says "you're kinda nice" and I'll do anything for you, it seems. Or so my wife, Jill, has pointed out on a few occasions, and she should know. I practically wrote her papers for her our senior year in college, and all because she tugged a stray lock of long blonde hair over one ear and told me, in so many words, that I looked like I was a smart guy.

Fifteen years later, I was apparently staring at another woman at our son's basketball practice, because Jill startled me by whispering "She's kind of cute, isn't she?" into my ear.

I quickly looked away. "Who are you talking about?"

"Who else, Doug? The young little blonde cutie on the bleachers over there. She looks sorta like me: I guess I should take that as a compliment."

I tried to deny it, but we both knew I was busted. I'd been stealing glances at the bleachers, and at the young woman, ever since the game started. She did look a bit like Jill - blonde, athletic, well-dressed. Squared away. Her white blouse was tailored, but not too tight. Her jeans flattered her figure, especially her trim little ass, which I got a chance to admire when she walked down to the court to give her son (her step-son, I later learned) a water bottle. But they didn't look like she was poured into them. And she was wearing neat little brown loafers on her feet, not fuck-me heels like a desperate housewife or beat-up tennis shoes like some of the women who'd given up on life and kept the fifty pounds they'd gained after their third pregnancy.

And then she'd smiled at me, which was when she really hooked me, and I didn't even know her name (Not that I'd wanted to - Jill was my one and only). A smile that indicated there was nothing more natural in the world than that one of the team dads would make appreciative eye contact with one of the team moms. Nothing pervy about it at all, even if she was 8-10 years younger than us.

It was another two weeks before I had a chance to say hi to her. Jill had been teasing me about my renewed interest in William's basketball practices, but one night she had to go grocery shopping and I volunteered to take him. Her name was Anne, and her step-son Charles was becoming one of William's friends on the 12 and under team. My heart nearly stopped when Anne said "we should have a play date." I must have done a bit of a double-take, because she laughed softly and said "that is, I could bring Charles over. He's told me all about your basketball goal in the driveway. If you think that would be okay."

I controlled my emotions enough to say that I thought William would love it, and that I'd check with Jill about a good time. Later that night, I made it a point to give Jill the task of calling her to confirm details, although it didn't stop her from teasing me. "Oh-ho, got her to come over, have we?" Jill talked to Anne quite a while on the phone, in the kitchen while she stirred soup. I strained to hear some of their conversation, but William had the Wii cranked up with some noisy game and I didn't hear much.

After awhile she came in and sat down next to me. "Soup's on, when you're ready."

"What did they have to say about Charles coming over?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

"She. Feminine singular. 'They' is a plural neuter pronoun, and sometimes used as a cop-out."

"Okay, grammar Nazi," I hissed into her ear, laughing, not sure why I was whispering. "What did she say?"

"I invited the whole family over Friday night. Charles and William to practice until they're worn out, supper to follow, Charles staying over because they have a game that Saturday morning."

"Okay, so her husband's coming too?" I said, neutrally.

"Don't sound so disappointed. She's not sure, really. He's got to get his other son over to the ex-wife; technically they're both supposed to be there but Anne doesn't think it's a problem. Usually the ex-wife is reasonable, and they all get along great. Anyway, her husband, Charles Sr., has to work until 6 and then get his other son across town; Anne said he'll probably tell her to start without him."

"That's what she said," we both whispered to each other flatly, giggling. I stole a kiss from Jill while William wasn't looking; I needn't have worried that he would look away from the flat screen TV and the explosions occurring there.

***

That night, lying together in the dark, Jill decided to play one of my favorite games in bed, which we call "I'll tell you mine if you'll tell me yours" -- what stray sexual thoughts had plagued us that week. As usual, I had to go first. I told her about one of our new contractors in my I.T. firm, a shapely young lady from India who likes to wear saris. I told her the thought had crossed my mind that I'd like to ask her to show me how she puts that thing on, preferably while we were alone in my private office.

"You're sure that's the main thing you're thinking about this week?" Jill asked as I caressed one of her nipples and she rubbed my cock through my underwear.

"Your turn," I said.

"The whole time I was talking to Anne, I was fantasizing about you with her."

"Really?" I said, hoping that the immediate perking up of my erection wasn't too obvious.

"Yep," she half-whispered, half-moaned as my fingers trailed down her abdomen and curled through her trim bush. "Kind of narcissistic, really. I thought it would be as close as I could come to watching us together, not counting those videos, of course. Like an out of body experience for me. Poor you, though. Not much of a fantasy. She looks so much like me; it would be a busman's holiday."

"I think it would be okay for me. In our fantasy world, of course."

"Of course. Darling, could you go down there for me first? I promise to make it up to you."

Actually, I love giving my wife head; she likes to talk like it's a chore because she's just a little bit on the dom side in bed. I eagerly scooted down and began to cover her thighs with kisses as she squirmed into position; her sock-covered feet on my back. As I began to lightly tongue her outer lips, she began to squirm; she was way more turned on than she normally was at this stage. I went very quickly to inserting my tongue in her. I could have sworn that she had a bit of an orgasm from that, but she didn't seem to want me to stop, so I pressed on, gently stroking her clit with my thumb, which was covered with her juices. When she began to buck against my hand I gently inserted two fingers and lightly pinched it all together; thumb and fingers on a slippery slope. She threw her head back and moaned. She thrashed so hard I was afraid I would hurt her, then she shuddered and stopped.

"Oh, sweetie, I know I said I'd return the favor," she said when she caught her breath. "But can you fuck me really hard first?" She pulled my underwear off of me, then turned over and stuck her ass in the air.

"That's returning the favor, in my book," I said, caressing her ass and running my hands down to cup her breasts as I easily slid into her wet pussy.

"Oh, god, faster and harder. I know, baby, but I know how you like your blow jobs, too. Pretend you're fucking Anne; you've bent her over the side of the hot tub..."

I nearly came on the spot; as it was I had to stop or it would have been all over. "Oh, you do like that idea," she laughed as she pushed back on me mercilessly. "Oh, fuck her hard, baby, fuck her hard."

That took me into that plateau where, strange as it sounds, it feels so good you can't quite come. I took Jill hard and fast for about two minutes after that, our bodies slapping together, Jill cursing and telling me to fuck her harder. She started coming, and then so did I; I wanted to pull out so I could spew it all over her back, but she kept me trapped, receiving my spunk deep up in her pussy as she sighed with satisfaction.

***

When Anne and Charles came over, her husband wasn't with them. Anne had the practiced look of a single mom, even though she had no children of her own. Charles and William went outside to practice their dribbling and shooting skills. We sat around on the sofa in our rec room downstairs drinking wine. Jill had grabbed the seat next to Anne on the love seat, which suited me fine. I lay back on the couch and took turns looking at them both. You wouldn't confuse one for the other, but they really were the same "type" - blonde, toned, and narrow-waisted. Anne was in a sleeveless dress with a skirt that didn't quite make it to her knees. The main difference was the breasts: Jill's were larger and looser, while Anne's were smaller and perkier. I fought back images of taking one of Anne's entire breasts in my hand, and rubbing on her nipple until it hardened.

We made the inevitable small talk; I was an IT guy, Jill was a lawyer, Anne was - well, she called herself a homemaker and part-time interior designer, but I got the impression that her husband made most of the money and that they had a maid who did most of the work around the house. Charles was her step-son, but she seemed to genuinely adore him. It was a nice conversation, but it served to build that wall of normalcy around the weird fantasies Jill and I had gotten off on. We were all married, upper-middle class people in the suburbs, and that was probably that.

As I was thinking this, Anne's cell phone rang and she was in a brief conversation with her husband, twisting a finger in her hair. "Okay, see you tomorrow," she said, and ended the call.

"I guess we're not waiting dinner on him, then?" Jill asked, taking another sip of wine.

"No, he's not coming home tonight," she said as she reached for her glass.

I tried to keep my jaw from dropping with the implications, since we all knew he was gone to take his other son to his ex-wife's house. Jill tried to give her a chance to cover: "He's going out of town, then?"

"No, he's presumably sleeping with Amy tonight." Anne drank some more wine.

I gave up on trying to keep a straight face. Jill, never one to shy away from the obvious, simply said "Oh my," sympathetically.

Anne laughed. "I can't really complain, can I? I started out as the 'other woman,' and Amy divorced him because she wanted to be single so she could run around too. Charlie is a great husband and father and takes great care of us; he just works a lot and likes a little variety every now and then. Mostly it happens when she's going through a bit of a dry spell, as it were, and she calls and asks if she can borrow him back for the evening. C'est la vie, and I'd rather it be this way than dealing with a bitchy ex-wife. She even comes over sometimes."

I adjusted my legs to avoid my interest in this developing story becoming too obvious through my jeans. Jill asked "How does Charles Jr. take all this? And his brother?"

"Oh, they don't understand all that's going on. He grew up with Charles and Amy, so it probably doesn't occur to him that it's odd for his father to stay there, and when she's come over, she's had her own room. It's kind of like a sleepover! Sorry, we are way into TMI territory, aren't we?" Anne said, putting her glass down. "I think his brother Stephen is starting to catch on, though."

"And to think that Doug felt guilty because I caught him looking at you a few weeks ago," Jill laughed.

I felt like crawling under the couch, but Anne said "That's okay; I was looking at him a bit, too." They were both laughing at that when the boys came down the stairs, hot and sweaty from their play, instantly switching us into parental mode.

"I'll get some pizza on order; how does that sound, boys?" Jill asked, to enthusiastic cries of joy.

"Why don't you get into the shower while we're doing that, sport?" I asked William. "Charles brought his stuff to stay over, right?" I asked Anne.

She nodded and took the cue, which was good; I don't like telling other people's kids what to do "Charles, why don't you take a shower after William does? I'm sure he can show you where the towels are."

"Okay, Anne," he said, which sounded strange until I remembered Anne wasn't his mother. There was a little reluctance in his voice I couldn't make out, until I remembered how shy I was as a 12 year old to undress around other boys.

"Actually, Charles, there's a shower in the guest room. I'll show you where everything is," I said as William, with the obliviousness typical of his age, had already taken off to his room, which also had a shower in it.

"His stuff is in the car; I'll go get it and see you up there," Anne said as we made our way upstairs.

A minute or so later, Anne found us in the guest room. I'd gotten towels for Charles and shown him where more were to be found, and as Anne entered Charles braced himself for the embarrassment of someone unpacking his underwear in front of someone else. She spared him this, simply putting his bag on the bed and saying "It's all in there, dear," and retreating. As we went down the bedroom hallway, I stifled a giggle. "What?" Anne asked.

"Poor guy," I said. "When I was his age I was so easily embarrassed by stuff like this."

"Oh, yeah, you're right. My brother was like that. I guess girls don't go through that as much. Or rather, so much we get used to it." We had stopped in the dim hallway, and I could hear the showers start up on both side of us. "Say, how many showers do you have in this house?"

"I had one put in all three rooms over here on this side and there's another in the master bedroom, which is down the hall."

"Wow."

"It's our dream house. Make sure Charles knows he's welcome anytime."

"Thanks. We like sleepovers," she laughed as we descended the stairs to the main living area and the kitchen.

"I'm off to pick up the pizza," Jill called from the door by the garage. "Make yourself at home, Anne." The door closed.

"She's not getting it delivered?"

"We're just a mile or two outside their delivery area. We like this local pizza place, but one of us has to go get it." We picked up the wine glasses we had brought up earlier, and I motioned her over to the kitchen table. "Speaking of embarrassing, my wife has a way of prying stuff out of people. I think it's the lawyer in her."

Anne laughed. "She didn't exactly pry it out of me. Wine acts like sodium pentothol on me. Cheers," she said, and we clinked our glasses.

"More?" I asked, picking up the bottle and smiling at her.

"Why not? You know all my secrets already," she said, moving her glass over for me to pour. "You haven't revealed many of yours, though. Your wife and I did most of the talking."

"Oh, I'm but a humble IT guy. I'm an open book. Like any other kind of engineer, it's strictly tab A into slot B. Uh, so to speak. God, that was tacky..." I said as she started laughing.

After she stopped: "I bet there's more to you than that," she said quietly, looking directly at me. Her legs were crossed, and her skirt was riding up a bit. I tried not to look at her legs. I thought I could feel a little heat coming from her, which wasn't possible; I wasn't sitting that close. Perhaps it was a faint scent. "So is Jill's life with you as complicated as mine?"

"No," I said, breaking the eye contact by drinking again. "Just one spouse apiece. I will admit, sometimes when we're trying to get William everywhere he wants to go, with all the hours we work, we've joked about needing an extra spouse, and wondered where we could get an 'ex'."

"Sometimes two is better than one," she agreed, whereupon one of those awkward silences ensued. It was either kiss her or start telling her about my job.

"So I mainly do I.T. application security, if you were wondering..."

***

"I left her alone with you, the boys were upstairs, and you started babbling about your job?" Jill exhaled with a laugh that sounded like a sigh.

I took my mouth off her right nipple long enough to say "Jill! I've never cheated on you. We were just talking."

"I know," she said. "I wasn't saying to rape her. I'm just amazed that with all that build-up you didn't neck with her a little, or something."

"I don't neck with every woman I meet, either. She might have slapped me."

"Oh, she wouldn't have slapped you. She might have raped you, is what might have happened," she giggled. "Ohhh, I like that, keep going."

"I don't know if she likes me like that."

"She likes you like that. I saw the way she kept crossing her legs. She told us all about her love life. She didn't have to do that."

"It sounds a little complicated."

"Uhhngh. Shut up and fuck me."

***

On the next play date, Anne arrived in jeans and a sweater. "I can actually go to the game tomorrow, guys," she said as we began to eat our salads, later on. "Big Charlie has Stephen and is picking up Charlie after the game, and I don't have any clients to meet."

"Great!" Jill said. "One of these times you should just stay over with us."

"Oh, I just live up the way." I began to watch the eye contact between the two of them. The boys were also paying attention to the conversation. "Not much point, really."

"Well, the boys like staying up late and playing games," Jill said. I nudged her with a foot. What the hell?

"Yeah, Miss Anne, that would be awesome!" William said, helping himself to a breadstick. He seemed innocent of everything, except maybe of having been coached a little.

"What do you think of that, Doug?" Jill asked me.

I shrugged, trying not to slosh my wine glass as I did so. "Our casa is your casa. Whatever you ladies decide." I smiled, trying to make sure I was doing so with my entire face. Exciting as I found Anne to be, I felt like we were heading into major mixed signals territory.

Lest you think Jill and I were experienced swingers, we really weren't. I'd had a brief affair early in our marriage, when we were both stupid kids. Jill hadn't known; I felt awful about it, ended it, and eventually confessed about a year later. She wasn't happy about it, but she forgave me and I spent the next year trying to make up for it. During that time, while she was trying to decide whether she was over it, she made it a point to flirt with every man we both knew. As far as I knew, that had been the extent of the extracurricular activities. We weren't prudes, but we knew the difference between fantasy and reality, and we knew how damaging an affair could be. Or so I thought.

"Why not stay with us, Anne?" Charles Jr. asked. "It'll be fun - we could all play a game on the Wii."

"It's tempting, but to be honest kids, I'm a little sloshed right now. I shouldn't be going back for clothes and stuff, and when I go later I'll be tired and just want to crawl into bed."

This perked me up. I didn't want anyone to drive drunk, or tired, for that matter. I was about to say something when Jill spoke. "Nonsense, come upstairs and I'll find you some things and a toothbrush. You're about my size." On one level I was glad she said it; on another I wondered where this was going to lead. To be honest, I practically knew where this was going to lead.

We finished dinner and we all wound up playing on the Wii. After the kids beat the grownups on several games and it started to get late, we made them go to bed and we started doing stuff with Wii Fit. Yoga and red wine are an interesting combination.

Anne got up on the balance board and began to do a yoga pose. As she began to fall over to one side, I reached over to steady her,, and she came down into my arms like we were slow dancing.

"Hi," she said, as Jill laughed and applauded.

"Maybe we can watch a little TV before bedtime," I suggested.

With what seemed like a little subtle manipulation from Jill as to who sat where, I wound up sitting between the two women on the couch, our stocking feet propped up on the coffee table, watching a romantic comedy. A large bowl of popcorn was placed on my lap by Jill, and both women reached for it mindlessly as we watched. I knew from having watched the movie before that there was a bit of a steamy scene coming up, and I wondered what their reaction would be. They both dropped kernels of popcorn on my shirt and pants leg from time to time and picked them off of me, which can be hotter than it sounds, especially when they turned sideways to me and reached across my chest, their breasts brushing my shoulder and chest.




Play Date



The expected love scene came on; nothing outright pornographic, just enough to get the movie the obligatory R rating. The man and woman in the movie, who had shown mostly hate for each other up to then, suddenly started tearing each other's clothes off and having barely-veiled sex on a spiral staircase. Only strategic camera angles, the occasional long shot, and strategically-placed banisters kept it from being completely graphic. Her breasts and his buttocks were repeatedly, although fleetingly, exposed. Both women seemed to get off on it; I could feel their bodies warm up and when I stole a glance at Anne's chest, I could see her nipples harden. Just then Jill gently grabbed my chin and turned my face her way - I thought to playfully keep me from looking at Anne, but in fact, she began to kiss me deeply.

"Hey, no fair, I don't have anyone here to kiss," Anne laughed.

"I never said I wouldn't share," Jill said, turning my face back toward Anne, daring her (and me) to kiss. Another nervous laugh escaped her, then she licked her lips and kissed me. I tried to keep it friendly and not like I was going to eat her face, but Anne pushed the envelope. She licked my lips lightly and quickly, then explored my chin and neck. I could feel an erection forming. Jill began to kiss me too, and then Jill and Anne began to kiss each other as well. They both put hands on my chest, for leverage as much as anything else.

It might seem that this should end with us all naked on the basement rug, but after a while we began to look at each other, then up at the stairs. The boys were supposed to have gone to bed, but boys didn't always do what they were supposed to. Just like grownups.

After the love scene, we backed off and watched the rest of the movie, which was almost over. My erection subsided, though perhaps not my aching balls, but something told me Jill would be more than happy to take care of that once we got to bed.

Jill showed Anne to her guest room, which was the closest one to our bedroom. When she came back into our room and locked the door behind her, the look in her eyes told me she was horny and ready to go. We were naked in a few moments, and she got on top of me with little prelude. I almost came when she pushed herself down on me, but as we got into a fast rhythm I became fascinated with her lustful exuberance, and focused on ways to push her over the top. I rubbed her large breasts and tweaked her nipples with my thumbs, pushing them together as she whispered "harder, harder, harder, harder, harder" in an increasing moan. I wondered if Anne could hear us, and the thought triggered a gushing orgasm on my part, answered by Jill's barely-stifled grunt of satisfaction a couple of thrusts later.

A moment later, Jill was lying on her back, holding a cloth between her legs, staring up at the ceiling. "What was that all about?" I asked, meaning everything that had happened since dinner. "Are you trying to get me to have another affair?"

"It's not an affair if we're honest with each other," she finally whispered. "Right?"

A nervous jolt ran through my body. An orgasmic after-shock, or because of what she was saying. "Are you sure?"

"I don't even know if she wants to play with us. Her life may be complicated enough. But she's so pretty, isn't she?"

"Yes," I admitted. "She is. What do we do about it?"

"I don't want to push anything or make her feel strange. It would kill William if Charles wasn't his friend anymore."

"It would kill me if this came between us. I've been there before. Nothing is worth that."

Jill gathered me into her arms at that, and soon we were asleep, exhausted.

***

I woke up later. I could tell by the darkness it wasn't morning yet, but I had no idea how long I'd slept until I looked at the clock radio. One a.m. - we'd been in bed maybe an hour at most. Jill wasn't in bed with me. I could hear a shower running; it wasn't the one in our room. I put on my underwear and a t-shirt and walked down the hall, curious.

The door to Anne's bedroom was open halfway. I looked in; the room was dark, but I could tell by the bathroom light that no one was in the bed. I stole into the room, and could see the shower stall reflected in the mirror. Either Jill was down in the kitchen having an insomnia attack and I was about to just spy on Anne taking a shower, with no real way to explain why I was there, or...

But Jill wasn't in the kitchen. I could see two female figures, shadowy through the steamed up shower door. I saw nipples pressed up against the glass. From the shape of the breasts, I figured they were Anne's. I knew how Jill got into anal play in the shower. She had a long, thin dildo she liked to use on me, fucking me in the ass with it while she reached around and jacked me off. The flexible, slippery shape would gently stretch my anus and run over my prostate like a finger. It made me come quicker than anything; Jill often did it when she wasn't much in the mood herself (which wasn't often), or when she was a little bit mad at me.

Of course, with Anne, she could be using a vibrator in her vagina, which I imagined to be covered with a little tuft of blonde hair, like Jill's. Or perhaps waxed.

I heard Jill whisper "Do you want it?"

"Oh, yeah, I need it. Slow, slow, I'm so nervous," Anne moaned.

"Relax. Lean back into me. You have such a sweet little ass."

Now I knew why Jill was so interested in me being hot for Anne. She wanted her for herself. Not much surprised me about Jill anymore, but this was the first time she'd brought someone else into our sex lives together, and I wondered how much had transpired in an hour to get from not wanting to "make her feel strange" to this. I felt horny, left out, and a bit lonely. I didn't see any way that me getting in the middle of this would pan out, so I started to pad out of the room and back to our bedroom, not sure what to think. I guess I'd given her permission, or she took it that way. As I started to move, I heard Jill's voice, a bit strained. "Doug?"

Shit. "Yes?"

Jill lowered her voice, and I couldn't hear her until I stepped into the room. The smell of sex was surprisingly strong. I could see the shadow of Jill's arm, and it seemed she was still keeping the rhythm up, slowly "...to bed with us?" Jill concluded.

"What?"

"No, Jill, I don't have to..." Anne said, weakly, obviously finding it hard to concentrate on speaking.

"Can Anne come to bed with us?" Jill said, as if she was a little girl asking permission to have a friend over.

"Okay," I said, still processing it all, but happy to be included, anyway.

"Be there in a minute," Jill said, exactly like she did most nights of our married life, as if she were just brushing her teeth.

I went back to our bedroom. Take my clothes off? What to do in the meantime? Read a book? I got under the covers and was staring at the ceiling when Jill came in, surprisingly soon, leading Anne by the hand. They were both wearing different pairs of Jill's plain flannel PJs, and I laughed in spite of myself as Jill closed and locked the door.

"Hi," Anne said, as she had when she nearly fell on me playing the Wii, and she climbed into bed on one side of me. She smelled like sex and a shower. Jill got in on my other side, and I turned to her.

"She's the one who needs some attention," Jill said, pushing me back to Anne. "You sort of interrupted us, you peeping Tom. I've already come once tonight."

I looked Anne over while she looked nervously back, and finally said "What do you want?"

"Touch my breasts," she whispered. I unbuttoned her top slowly, and she began to tremble with anticipation. Lying on her back, they were almost flat, but her nipples were small and had rock-hard points. Her toned chest muscles rippled between them. I licked her nipples and gently used my teeth, switching between them and tweaking whichever one I wasn't licking with my thumb. She began to writhe with pleasure; knowing Jill she'd been on the brink of an orgasm already when I'd appeared.

Jill reached from behind me and began to rub my cock. I started to kiss down to Anne's navel. "He's really good with his tongue, Anne. Would you like him to go lower?"

"I would love it."

"Take off your pants."

Anne took off the pajama bottoms, leaving her naked except for Jill's favorite pair of panties - a black silk thong. I immediately got even more excited when I saw it. I went down between Anne's legs and she put her legs over me as I kissed and licked her thighs. She was moaning and practically humping my face already, so I closed in on her wet, fragrant pussy, first licking around the thong, then moving it to one side, just like I did when Jill wore those same panties. Her clitoris was wet and engorged, and, as it turned out, she had light downy pubic hair, much like Jill's, but not trimmed as closely.

I couldn't see much from this position, but when I felt weight shifting on the bed, I looked up to see Jill's perfect, slim ass settling down around Anne's face as Anne began to lick and suck on Jill's pussy - with great effect, from the sound of the stifled moans Jill began to make as she played with her own breasts. Jill had taken off all of her clothes. I bent down to Anne's pussy again, stroking the clit with my tongue. Both women began to buck and squirm, finding a rhythm.

Anne began to peel off the thong. I was still wearing underwear, which Jill tugged at as we all adjusted positions. Anne suddenly seemed a little shy. "Can I; can he...?"

"You want to fuck him, don't you?" Jill teased, taking one of Anne's nipples into her mouth.

"You're okay with it?"

"Long as I get to watch."

"Doug, would you?" she asked as I returned to licking her hardening, slick button.

"Would I what?" I asked. That was mean, but I was getting turned by her youthful shyness and unsureness. I felt like Jill and I were partners in seducing her.

Her face was flushing from arousal and shame. "I need it so bad. He hardly ever touches me." I moved up and placed my cock at the entrance to her pussy. She began to hump against it, working it in. She was tight, still nervous.

"Are you on the pill?" Jill asked, and Anne nodded. I was glad she remembered; it was starting to feel too good to stop. Her pussy was hot and tight and slippery. I was halfway in. Jill was laying to one side, no longer touching Anne, playing with her own nipples and cunt. I was on top of Anne. We were in the missionary position, having married-people sex like Jill and I hardly ever did.

I took her mouth with mine, and we began to kiss, frantically at first then more tenderly as we began to soothe each other's pent-up lust. My desire to come was building, and it felt like hers was too, but the pleasure we were giving each other made me want to prolong the moment. Her pace slowed under me, and she began to milk my cock with her tight cunt muscles. She lay back on the pillow, her face flushed, her mouth open. Her strong arms ran up and down my back. Her erect nipples brushed my chest hair. I looked to the side - Jill was laying on her back, fingering herself to the same sultry rhythm., her eyes half-closed, drinking in the sight of us.

Jill's large, dark, nipples were hardened to points. I reached over to stroke one, and began to feel the surging, tingling sensation in my balls. Anne's eyes opened wider; she could feel my strokes deepening and my breath becoming ragged. "Oh, I'm coming," I sighed into her ear, still fingering Jill's breast.

"Come in me," she moaned, and I pumped hot come into her as her pussy convulsed, squeezing my cock again and again.

***

The following week, I got off work early and Jill suggested we go to the antique furniture store where Anne worked, to look at some chairs. It was a musty old store in the trendy part of downtown, and when Anne came out to greet us she was elegantly dressed in a sleeveless white silk blouse and plaid skirt. The blouse was a little on the sheer side, and the skirt came to that perfect schoolgirl length, riding the swell of her toned ass and thighs. Any shorter and it would be an obvious come-on, but as it was it undoubtedly got many appreciative looks from the husbands when their wives went shopping.

"Well, hello," Anne said. "I'm the only one here. It's a slow Friday afternoon. Kind of warm, don't you think?"

"This blouse looks cool," Jill said, touching it on the shoulder in the appraising way women can get away with.

"Yeah, but I picked a bad day to wear wool," she said, laughing, picking up her skirt and flapping it a bit as if it were a fan. We made our way to the chairs we were here to see, and quickly made our selection. Anne tagged it and took some notes, then we walked back to the sales desk, Anne's ass twitching ahead of me.

I tried not to look. I'd thought about the other night, and didn't see how taking on another lover was going to work for either one of us. We'd talked a little about it; Jill seemed reluctant to shut the door on it entirely, but hadn't talked about it since. When we arrived at the sales desk, Anne was smoothing her skirt with her hands repeatedly, as if to dry them.

I looked up further from the skirt, and saw that Anne's nipples were visibly hardening through the thin fabric.

"That's the problem with silk. It shows your nipples every time," Jill said, moving down to stroke her breast. Anne wasn't laughing any more. She took a few deep breaths and caught Jill's hand by the wrist; to stop her, or so I thought. But then she led us further back into the store, into what seemed to be an area for employees, with a plain leather couch

"It's just the right height," Anne explained.

"For what?" I asked.

"To bend me over and fuck me."

And that's how I found myself with my pants off, Jill sucking me off while fingering herself with her hand in her pants. Anne had already assumed the position and had a finger in her pussy; she'd either stripped off her panties or hadn't been wearing any to start with, and her skirt was around her waist. The skirt and her heels were the only things she was still wearing. Her blouse and bra were on the couch.

"Is he hard?" Anne sighed.

"I'm getting him hard for you," Jill said when she came up off my dick. Her blowjobs were usually slow and subtle; this one felt like she was trying to suck the jizz right out of me. It was almost a relief when she guided me to the waiting, gaping, entrance to Anne's vagina. I was so aroused that I had to go slowly to keep from blowing my wad; Anne was soon pushing back and gasping for me to go harder. My hands were on her sides for support. As I began to pick up the rhythm, I was surprised to feel something cool and slick pushing against my anus. I looked over and saw Jill's big purse, and realized she'd been carrying a few of her toys and apparently some lube. I sighed and spread my legs a bit more as I continued to slowly push into Anne; I wasn't in a position, literally to stop Jill, and I figured I might as well make it as comfortable as possible.

With every thrust, the dildo Jill was aiming at my sphincter invaded me a little more. I began to realize it was bigger and firmer than the one she usually used. I was repulsed and entranced, in pain and feeling the pleasure, hoping the pressure wasn't crushing Anne underneath.

"Help her, Doug. Feel her nipples. You know how I like that," Jill said, bending over my ear. "It always puts me over the top."

"I can't let go. I'll fall," I gasped.

"You can't fall," Jill said, and I realized she had one arm firmly around my waist while she invaded my ass with the dildo. I reached down for Anne's breasts, and they were warm and sweaty, with hard nipples dragging across my palms. She was beginning to pant when the little bell on the front door jingled, and it startled me. I came hard, Anne frozen under me with fear that whoever was at the door would come back to the room.

And then Anne was out from under me and desperately grabbing for her bra and blouse. She dressed quickly and went out.I thought I saw semen trickling down the inside of her thigh.

A week later I was back in the shop to pick up the chair. Anne looked up when she saw me coming. I was alone; Jill had to work late, and I was picking up the chair during my lunch hour. "Hello," she said, looking tense. She looked around to see if anyone else was nearby. "Fine state you left me in last week." Louder "Will that be by check or a credit card?"

I pulled out a card and gave it to her. "Sorry, the doorbell rang - sorry if we made a mess. We tried to leave things as they were." She ran the card, not speaking.

"Here's your receipt," she said for the benefit of a manager on the other end of the store. Softly: "I didn't finish."

"I'm sorry, the doorbell rang."

"Come upstairs with me."

"What?"

"Come upstairs with me. You'll see."

"But there are people..."

"They never go up there. Besides, the door locks."

"I can't. My wife..." "She called me and said that when you come pick up the chair I should make you fuck me until I come twice. Until I'm raw."

My cock twitched at this. Without another sound, Anne walked toward the stairs, and I followed her.

It was hot and humid in the third story of the old building. Anne opened a door and closed it behind me, pushing a bolt through the door. She took off her clothes as she walked and was naked when she sank down on a mattress on the floor, covered only with some worn sheets and a couple of pillows. I sat down beside her, taking off my shoes and socks. She reached behind me and started unbuttoning my shirt.

When we were both naked, she put her hand behind my neck and pulled me to her. We began to kiss, groping at each other, no strategy, no direction. Her hand found my cock and began to rub underneath the head, jacking me off. I went down between her legs, mainly to keep her from making me come before we really got started. There was a lot of daylight coming in the window, and I could see her pussy clearly for the first time. Her untrimmed bush was light and downy. I took slow licks between my looks at it, watching it get darker and wetter. I pushed her knees up to her chest and looked at her small, tight little anus. My cock twitched. I began to lick her pussy from the bottom up, tapping the area between her cunt and asshole with my pointed tongue. I looked up to see how she was taking it. She was rubbing her breasts with both hands and staring up at the ceiling, glassy-eyed.

I decided I was ready for more attention to be paid to my cock, and I maneuvered us into a 69 position. I bathed her clit with my tongue as wet warmth began to engulf my member. She briefly took me most of the way in, then she focused on my sensitive glans as the warm, sticky air of the room dried the spit which coated my shaft. I tried to match her rhythm on her clit. I was about to come when she stopped, suddenly transfixed by her own impending orgasm, which made her clamp her thighs around my head. Her ragged moans were muffled as I tasted her musky come. I wanted to climax with her, but wasn't quite there yet, and knew she wasn't going to be able to control her mouth and teeth for a few seconds more.

While she recovered, I flipped her over onto her stomach and grabbed her wrists. I tried to push my aching cock into her pussy but she kept twitching away from me. Frustrated, I pushed her down on her haunches, revealing the neat little star of her asshole. With my free hand, I scooped moisture from her wet pussy onto my dick and her anus, then began to probe into her with two fingers.

She tried to squirm away from me, but every move she made seemed to bury my fingers deeper in her ass. When she began to rock rhythmically, moaning "uh, uh, uh" in an increasingly gutteral voice, I pushed the tip of my penis into her tight little opening. It didn't go in very far at first, and her cries turned to annoyed cries of pain.




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I bent down over her ear. "Beg," I whispered.

"I'm about to scream," she said through gritted teeth.

"Nuh-uh," I said, sitting back and breaking the rhythm. "You brought me up here. You're loving this, you little nympho. Now beg like a whore."

"Put it back."

"Put what back?"

"Your cock."

"Put it where?"

"In my ass. I need your cock in my ass."

"Please?"

"I need your cock in my ass, please."

I pushed back in. She began to relax, and take a little more of it. I felt her fingers brushing over my balls, and I realized she was frigging herself, one hand trapped under her body, her ass stuck up in the air, receiving my strokes as they sped up. It looked like she had a huge hole between her legs just made for my cock to piston in and out of it.

Her back muscles were rippling as she swayed with my thrusts. Her face was down sideways in the pillow, and she had a drugged look in her eyes. When they began to roll back, I knew she was beginning to come, and this time I was able to come with her, burying semen deep in her ass, which began to ooze out as I withdrew from her rectum.

"So are we even now?" I laughed, slapping her playfully on the ass.

"I need to be alone." she said, quietly. "Go take your wife's chair to her."

***

"Jill, I'm home. Where do you want the chair?" I called out to the empty living room. I heard her voice indistinctly from upstairs as she came to the balcony.

"Put it next to the sofa," she said, coming down, pointing to a spot and looking me over for the first time since I got back. "So was Anne there?" she said conversationally, flatly. "Anne said she might be out this week, but if she was, she was going to give your order to a guy named Frank who works there."

"Well, you should know," I laughed, still not grasping it. "You..." I stopped talking. She didn't know.

"I should know what?"



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This was my favorite part about my new house, the backyard. Ah, I thought, lying back on my float, privacy. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sun on my naked skin. I loved being nude, and here I could with no one to care. I chuckled evilly to myself, except my nosey neighbors, a more straight-laced pair could not be found in the city. They had come over after church on Sunday to offer me a casserole, welcome me to the neighborhood, and gossip about the other neighbors. What would they think to see me now?

My hand, which had been trailing in the cool water, lifted unconsciously to my breast, and began fondling the nipple as my thoughts transferred to their sons. We had not been introduced, I had a feeling there might be a reason for that. I had been watching them play one-on-one in their driveway without their shirts. When they returned from their runs, all golden tan and sweaty, I usually had to check my mail just then or water the flowers on my porch. My pussy was getting wet just thinking of them. Identical twins. 18 years old, tall, tan and buff, shaggy auburn hair, and, considering their parents, I had a feeling they were virgins.

My nipple was so erect it was hurting by this point and my pussy was so wet and needy that I brought my other hand up to rub my clit. My head pressed backward as my fingers slipped inside, pumping. My eyes were closed imagining the twins were working me over. I knew they had been watching me. I made sure to do aerobics in the nude when I knew they were home alone, and, of course, the blinds facing their house were left open. I pumped my pussy harder wanting to come. I opened my eyes a bit and glanced at the corner of their second floor. The only place one could possibly see my secluded backyard haven was one corner bedroom of their home, had I just seen that curtain move? 

I didn't really care as I felt jolts zing through me as my orgasm started. I pumped as deep as I could and pinched at my nipples loving that bite of pain. My fingers were flooded and I groaned as I came. I looked at that window once more. The two boys were standing there watching me. I took my fingers from my pussy and licked them, one at a time, hoping they enjoyed the show. I rolled off my float and climbed out the edge of the pool making sure to sway my hips and let them see every wet naked inch of me.

I wasn't usually quite so blatant, but, frankly, I was feeling a bit sex starved and lonely. I had been happily married for many years. My husband had died five years ago in a motorcycle accident. I still missed him, but life goes on. He was wild and crazy and we had had a passionate life together. He would not have wanted me to be tame. Recently, I had been feeling tame however. I had just turned 40 two months ago and moved to this small town only two weeks ago. I had had to behave and maintain a public image so my life had been pretty dull.

These boys could be just what I needed, I thought devilishly as I toweled off and entered my house. How long would it be before they were in my clutches? Hmmm. If they really were virgins, could I show them a thing or two? Initiate them? That sounded like a fun challenge. I climbed the stairs and entered my bedroom, which just happened to face that same corner one where the boys had been watching me from, and opened my blinds. I flopped down on the bed, grabbed my vibe off the nightstand and, hoping they might still be watching, fucked myself for all I was worth till I was screaming in orgasm.

The next day as I made my way to my hidden oasis to swim I wore only a Cheshire Cat grin and carried a certain pool toy, which I knew my two window watchers would enjoy. I launched my float out to the middle of the pool, then, I dived in and swam a few laps until I caught sight of the curtains in the corner moving. Glistening wet and naked, I climbed onto my float and settled in to give them a show guaranteed of a standing ovation. 

I lay back and got comfortable with my legs spread and trailing in the water on each side of the float. My hands were immediately caressing my breasts and pulling on my nipples. I bent my head down and lifted my breast high and proceeded to suck on it till it hurt. I then did the same to the other. I could feel my desire rising. I needed some cock in me. I needed to be fucked. I took my pool toy from the cup holder on my float. It was my largest waterproof vibrator, nine inches long and two inches wide, very filling. 

Using two fingers, I spread my pussy wide, and inserted my vibe into my wetness, one inch at a time. It slid easily into me, all the way. Mmmmm yes. I slid it out and slammed it back in, over and over, in and out. I was panting and groaning. By this time I had floated over to the side of the pool, conveniently my pussy was facing my audience. I propped my feet on the edge of the pool, my legs spread wide. I was going to cum hard and good. The thought of my audience spurred me on. The sensations were spreading. I could not hold back and screamed out loud as the waves began crashing though my body. My pussy flooded.

It was so good I could barely move once I had finished myself. I looked up at the window. The twins were standing watching me, each equipped with a pair of binoculars! Oh yes, they were ready. I wanted them. Tomorrow I would have them. I pulled the vibe from my pussy and proceeded to lick it clean as they watched, and I hoped drooled over the performance.

On the third day I made my way out to my pool in a very different way, completely, demurely attired in a one-piece swimsuit, my long, chocolate brown hair pulled up in a ponytail. I bit my lip to keep from grinning as I spread my towel on a lounge. I then slowly slathered myself with tanning oil and made my way down the steps and began swimming across the pool. Once in the center, I stopped and tread water. I looked up at their window, seeing them there; I beckoned them to come to me. I then floated on my back back to the steps and climbed out of the pool. I lay down on my lounge and waited.

Within minutes I heard the latch on the side gate, some rustling and whispering, then they appeared around the corner of the house and let themselves into the screened pool area. I carefully refrained from licking my lips as they approached. Twin sentinels of masculinity. I was filled instantly with longing and desire.

"Hello," I greeted them. "It's an awfully hot day. I thought you two might like a swim. We haven't been introduced by the way. I'm Catrina, Cat for short. And you two?"

"Scott," said the one that appeared just a tad bit taller.

"Steven," said the other. "Call me Steve."

"You two are so much alike that I may mess that up. Forgive a lady ahead of time?" I looked them over carefully noting their deep green eyes and the red streaks in their hair.

"Sure," Scott answered. "No problem. Folks mix us up all the time. Thanks for the invite but we have to head back to get our suits."

"No you don't," I responded, wondering how quickly I could push them. "My pool is clothing optional. There is a bathroom inside that door there where you can change and grab a towel."

I watched as they looked at each other. They seemed to be talking but didn't say anything. I had never been around twins before. This could be fun.

"Thank you Miss Cat. We'll change and be right back," Steve finally answered.

"Hurry back boys," I said as they walked away. When I was sure they were no longer looking I finally gave in and grinned like a cat and licked my lips in anticipation. As I had expected, they were back quickly, each with a towel modestly draped about his waist.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," I clucked at them. "So modest boys." I reached out swiftly and gave each towel a sharp yank. They fell to the ground exposing them to the light of day. Well hung just as I had imagined.

I was quite surprised when one of the boys, I think it was Scott, commented, "That makes you a bit overdressed Miss Cat."

"Hmm," I responded. "Maybe you can help me with that? I'll need to oil the spots I've missed." I rose from my lounge and slowly with many extra wiggles, peeled myself out of my tight suit until I stood before them naked and proud. I reached down and grabbed the oil. They surprised me again when they each held out a hand for some. Maybe I had misjudged their experience. I squirted some oil into each of their palms.

One of the boys stepped behind me, one stayed in front. They began at my shoulders and like a well-oiled machine they began massaging the oil into my skin. Their hands were thorough giving extra attention to my breasts, which were at attention, and later my ass and pussy. I was practically purring when they had finished. 

"You've done that before?" I asked.

"No ma'am," one answered. "But we have wanted to do that to you for days now."

"You are quite honest, aren't you?"

"Yes ma'am," said the other. "Our parents brought us up not to lie."

"Did they bring you up not to 'lie' with an older woman?"

"We were taught sex was to be respected. It is special."

"Well," I answered, "it is. Have you had a girl yet?" I bluntly asked, wondering.

"No ma'am. But..." the one whom I thought was Steve responded.

"But...?"

"Well, Miss Cat, we've got a DVD a friend gave up that's got porn on it and we've surfed some on the Internet," he admitted, blushing. "We've seen some things there."

"Then maybe you need to learn some things, some skills so when you find the right girl, you can treat her right. Then you both can enjoy the experience." I reached out one oily hand to each of them and trailed it down their chests.

"Yes ma'am," they responded in unison.

"That's good," and I pulled one toward me for a kiss. His arms wrapped around me and he showed no hesitation as my tongue plunged into his mouth. I felt the other twin close at my back, pressed up against my skin. His mouth was on my neck, biting and sucking. His arms wrapped around me, fondling my breasts. They both seemed to truly enjoy petting and touching.

I was slightly losing control of the situation as my desire flamed. I broke the kiss, a bit out of breath. "I thought you haven't been with a girl?" I asked.

"No ma'am," said the one at my back. His breath on my neck was like a warm caress.

"Neither of us have, Miss Cat," breathed the one I was kissing. "That doesn't mean we haven't kissed a girl, or wanted and imagined touching one as fine as yourself."

"Hmmm. I see. Well how about if I touch you boys a bit?" Without waiting for a response, I knelt down between them. I took one in each of my hands and began stroking their cocks in twin rhythms. Then, hungry for them, my mouth descended to feast. 

I swirled my tongue around the head of the twin on my right. I licked along his shaft before taking him all the way in to the back of my throat in one swift motion. While continuing to pump the other with my hand, I fucked this twin with my mouth. I glanced up at them. It was a very submissive position and I enjoyed it while I still retained my control of the situation. They both had their heads thrown back and legs spread and braced. I could hear the moans that they were trying to suppress.

I switched my mouth to the other twin's cock. Ah, I thought as my mouth engulfed him, this one is slightly bigger. He is the one who has moved to my backside twice now. Scott. Yes, Scott liked my backside. I would have to remember that. I switched back and forth between the two cocks twice more, enjoying the taste and feel of them in my mouth and throat. My pussy was drenched and ready.

I lifted my mouth and my hand traveled to their asses giving a firm smack as I began getting up from my knees. I felt a hand at each elbow as they both reached to assist me at the same time. I wanted cock in me. I led them over to the lounge.

"Lie down Steve," I ordered. He quickly complied. I straddled him, my pussy hovering just above the tip of his cock. "Your first pussy?" I quirked an eyebrow at him, "I hope you enjoy."

I sank myself onto his hard cock, taking him in all the way to the hilt in one swift motion. I could hear his indrawn breath. I wondered what it felt like for him. I raised my body off him to plunge once more. Scott was standing at my side. I took him in my hand to stroke him as I moved on his brother. Steve was already moving his hips to my rhythm. Fast learner.

"You want me too?" I asked Scott. He nodded. "You and Steve share, right?" He nodded again. "Then you can share my pussy. I want you both."

"At the same time?" Scott looked startled. The idea must never even have occurred to him before. Maybe they hadn't seen that on the porn they'd watched.

"Yes," I answered. "Now. Put your cock in my pussy with your brother's."

I leaned forward over Steve so that Scott could have access. It was too ingrained in the two to obey commands from adults so, although he seemed unsure, he came behind me. He ran his hands over my oily back, and caressed my ass, fondling the cheeks. Yes, he did seem to enjoy my backside. I filed that information for another day. 

I spread my legs wider as I felt his cock at my pussy. He pushed it inside hesitantly. I didn't want hesitant. I wanted to be fucked.

"Push in hard Scott," I said. "You won't hurt me. I want you both in me." 

With those words he pushed his cock deep inside to parallel his brother's. I felt stretched, full. It felt wonderful. I started moving slowly, creating a rhythm. They joined in after a moment. As they gained confidence, I think at first they thought they would hurt me, they began thrusting into me, sometimes at the same time, sometimes alternating. I could feel my building orgasm. I wouldn't last long. From the sound of their panting, neither would they.

Electrical jolts traveled along my arms and legs as my orgasm burst through me. I screamed out at the pleasure pain of it. I had tried many times during my marriage to explain to my husband what my orgasm felt like, either I had never found the right words, or a man just couldn't understand just as I couldn't understand what it was like to cum inside a woman.

As my pussy muscles clamped down on the twin cocks inside me, they both came. Their hot cum shot inside me making me more slick as it mingled with my juices. I was so full I could feel our juices oozing out of me. I collapsed onto Steve's chest and felt Scott lay his head upon my back. Mmmmm I thought, a sex sandwich.

After a few moments, Scott slipped out of me. I climbed off of Steve and he got to his feet. They both stood close to me, Steve at my front, Scott at my back, their hands roaming my skin, caressing me in afterglow. They did not understand this need for touching yet, but they would. I grinned knowingly and led them to the pool. 

After a quick dip I knew it was time for them to go. Their parents were nothing if not punctual and would be returning home from work before too long. The twins slipped into the little pool bathroom and came out dressed once more. Superman had nothing on them. They were just as handsome clothed as naked. I had thrown a sun cover up on over me as they changed. They approached me and I was once again sandwiched between them with one kissing my lips and the other nuzzling my neck. They would be fun to cuddle between on a cold winter night. 

"Did you enjoy your first time?" I wondered.

"Immensely," Steve answered.

"Most definitely," came Scott's response.

"Would you boys like to come back to play again?" I asked.

"Yes ma'am," they answered in unison.

"Then it's a date," I responded. "Feel free to use the pool whenever you wish, even if I'm not home. You better get going now."

They left, slowly making there way to the side gate. I heard the latch and the shuffling of grass as they let themselves out of the yard. I felt sated and satisfied still as I hadn't for a long time. I knew I would have them back soon.

Epilogue

Three days later I found myself sitting naked at the desk in my front room. I had been enjoying some chocolate covered strawberries and remembering that afternoon with the twins. My legs spread slightly and I began stroking my wet clit with one hand. With the other, I began composing an invitation. It had to be worded carefully in case the wrong eyes should see it. 

Scott and Steve As an older woman living alone, I find myself in need of strong help taking care of my extensive yard and plants this summer. If you both are in need of a summer jobs, please contact me and, with your parents' permission, we can make arrangements. Thank you, Miss Catrina

I grinned, sure of the boys' response. Their parents, always wanting to be good neighbors and teach their boys responsibility would be very unlikely to say no. I would have them all summer. I laughed out loud thinking of what might happen at our next play date...



Play Date



Sumita took off her coat, pulled her heavy mass of brown curls back into a ponytail, and sat down on the park bench next to Julie, her best friend since forever. Sumita's daughter Sangita, a little ball of energy in green ninja turtle sweats, ran off toward the swing sets in search of her favorite playmate. Julie sat back soaking up the sun, keeping one eye on her son Ryan lazily swinging away.

It was a glorious Spring Sunday, the first sunny weekend after an especially long, cold, gray, rainy Seattle winter. The cherry blossoms had emerged during the week, just as eager for the sun as the people, and little snowdrifts of pale pink petals accumulated along the edges of the paved walkways.

"Soooo," Sumita said to Julie, "first Saturday all to yourself now that you finally worked out Ryan's custody with Frank. How was it?"

"I'm just glad my deadbeat ex-husband is taking an interest in his son again," Julie replied with a sigh. "They had a good time together. Frank took Ryan to his first Mariners game."

"Nice," Sumita said, "but what about you? What did you do?"

Julie stood. "Not so high," she called out to her son on the swing set.

"But Mooooooom," Ryan shouted back, "Sangita's allowed to go higher."

"Sangita is older than you are," Julie said firmly, "and I'm not her mom. But I am yours, so keep it low."

Ryan gave his mother a rebellious look, but he obeyed. He knew better than to cross his mother. Sumita laughed softly at the exchange. Sangita had gone through the same phase a few years before and she'd gotten through it. Sangita stalled her own swing next to Ryan into a more appropriate arc.

"You were saying," Sumita reminded Julie.

"Oh, you know," Julie said. "Nothing much. Just a nice relaxing bath yesterday afternoon, curling up with a good book afterward."

"That was all?" Sumita asked.

"Pretty much," Julie replied.

There was something more hiding behind Julie's innocent smile, but Sumita didn't press it. Julie would open up when she was ready. She could never keep a secret from Sumita for long.

The two women sat in companionable silence for a while, watching their children playing. The kids had known each other since Ryan was a baby, and Sunday play dates (and the ice cream afterwards) were the highlight of the week for both mothers and children. Sangita was a surrogate big sister for Ryan, pushing him on the swings and pulling him up the jungle gym.

The swings got boring after a while, so they shifted to a structure that looked like a giant spider web inside the frame of a space ship. When a high pitched squeal came from the climbing mesh, both women jumped up as one and dashed over. Ryan had pinched a finger, and he was bawling. Julie scooped him up into her arms to comfort him.

"I'm sorry, Mommy," Sangita said, her voice trembling. "Ryan just slipped. I didn't mean for anything bad to happen."

"It's alright, Gita," Sumita said to her daughter. "It was an accident; nobody's fault."

Sumita was happy that Sangita looked out for the smaller children around her, especially Ryan, but worried a little about her getting upset at things she couldn't control. That was a problem for another day, though. Ryan's hurt finger was magically better after a kiss from his mother, and both children were soon happy and climbing again.

"How's work?" Sumita asked when they sat back down on their park bench.

"Same old, same old," Julie replied. "We ship in a few months, so we're locked down until then. I fixed two bugs last week, and that was all I did. Maybe an hour of coding, total, and then the rest of the week convincing everyone to take the fixes. It was absolutely insane. I had to go to shiproom and explain a stupid one line null check to the division VP."

"Seriously?" Sumita asked. "They're fussing over a null check? There are things I miss about that place, but every time I talk to you, I'm really glad I decided to leave."

"They're super-paranoid this release because of what happened last time," Julie replied with a shrug. "They'd rather leave in known bugs than risk opening a security hole right before shipping. And I don't blame them, even if it is a pain in the ass."

Julie was still for a while, watching the kids go up the jungle gym and letting the frustrations of the week drain out of her. "I do still like my job, Sumi," she said. "Most of the time, anyway. I just bitch to you about the annoying stuff."

"Bitch to me anytime you want," Sumita said. "I kind of like hearing about it. It gets a little lonely at home all by myself with Sangita in school all day."

"How's the book coming?" Julie asked.

"Pretty well," Sumita replied. "This one's more fun, since I'm writing for real programmers instead of corporate IT drones, but it's also more challenging, and Sandy has me on a tight deadline."

Sumita stood, gave Sangita a stern look, and sat back down. Sangita glared back, but she refrained from sliding down the fireman's pole. Ryan would have tried to follow her, and he wasn't coordinated enough to do that safely.

"I almost forgot," Sumita said, "the compiler team at the company agreed to give me source code access and a week of their time, so I'll be on campus the week after next."

"Cool!" Julie said. "We should have lunch. I'm sure Bhavesh and some of the other guys will come too."

"Great," Sumita replied. "I'm having lunch with the compiler guys on Monday, but I'm free the rest of the week."

Ryan wandered back to the park bench, dragging Sangita by the hand.

"I'm hungry, Mommy," he said. "Can we have our snacks now?"

"Go wash your hands first," Sumita and Julie replied in unison.

The kids disappeared into the restrooms. Sangita came out first, wiping her wet hands on her already muddy sweatpants, and Ryan came out a minute later doing the same thing. Sumita and Julie shared a knowing look and a giggle, and Julie pulled out a clean towel to dry Ryan's hands.

A bag of peanuts, two granola bars, and two juice boxes later the kids were back to the playground, this time on the merry-go-round. Sangita and Ryan each grabbed one side, ran as fast as they could to get it spinning, and then jumped on. Squeals of excitement followed.

With the children occupied and happy, Sumita's attention drifted back to Julie and the beginning of their conversation. Julie had gotten her hair cut a few weeks before - her practical, boring mom hair was gone, replaced by a short, spiky pixie cut. Sumita thought it looked great.

Half of Julie's attention was on the children, and the other half was focused inward. Sumita could see that Julie had something to tell her, and she knew her friend well enough to just wait for her to get it out.

"I met someone," Julie finally said, visibly relaxing after the admission.

"Oh, really?" Sumita replied. "Good for you, Jules. Tell me everything."

"Do you remember that tester, Brianna Markis, who used to work on the third floor?" Julie asked.

"You mean Big Brianna?" Sumita replied, "With the ... and the ..." filling the pauses with gestures indicating big biceps and big breasts.

"Yup," Julie replied. "I went out to a bar last night, and I ran into her."

"So, did she introduce you to an interesting guy?" Sumita asked, already suspicious of the answer. The rumor around the office had always been that Big Brianna was gay, and Sumita had no trouble believing it.

"Not exactly," Julie replied with a mischievous smile.

Sumita just looked at Julie, eyebrow raised, and waited for her to continue.

"Well, I felt like going out for a drink," Julie said. "I hadn't done anything like that, just me, since . . . since before Ryan was born. I wanted to go somewhere I could be myself and not have to worry about sleazy guys hitting on me, so I got on the bus downtown and walked up the hill to Wildrose."

"Come on, Julie," Sumita said. "You didn't go all the way into the city just because you didn't want men to hit on you. There are plenty of places on the east side for a quiet drink by yourself."

"I know," Julie replied, "but Cap Hill is exciting. There was an energy in the air that made me feel a little less like a boring thirty-something single mom from the suburbs."

Sumita's glare intensified. "Jules," she said, "you are a thirty-something single mom from the suburbs, even though I don't think you're boring. Besides, you didn't just go to Cap Hill; you went to the oldest women's bar in the city. There had to be more to it than just avoiding men."

"Yeah," Julie said. "I guess there was. I just . . . After Frank, I got to thinking about what I want from my life. I have a job I like and a son I adore, and that's more than enough, but maybe there's something more out there for me. I don't miss Frank . . ."

Julie's hands balled into fists, and she had to stop speaking. Even a year and a half later, the anger still bubbled up sometimes.

"I don't miss him," she said, spitting out the last word with venom, "but I miss being with someone, and I miss that nice, cozy, normal, two-parent family life. Couplehood, I guess."

"So you went to a gay bar," Sumita replied. "Strange place to go if you're looking for a potential husband."

"But don't you see, Sumi," Julie said. "I want to be with someone, but I don't think I want to be with a man. Maybe that's just my bitter, post-divorce self talking, but men don't really do anything for me. I'm not sure they ever did."

"You seemed to like Frank well enough before he cheated on you," Sumita said with barely veiled distaste for the man. "I hated him from the instant I met him, but you were smitten."

"You were right about him, okay, Sumita," Julie said. "You don't need to remind me again. You had Rajeev, this amazingly great guy, a beautiful wedding in India, and the cutest baby in the world. I just wanted what you had. Frank was sweet to me, and he wasn't a total loser like the guys I dated before him. He was my chance."

"So, what?" Sumita asked. "What are you trying to tell me?"

"I don't know," Julie said. "I just . . . I don't know."

Julie shut her mouth, and both women put on their practiced mom smiles. Sangita and Ryan had gotten involved in a game with the other kids on the playground that involved lots of running around and giggling and more than a little rolling around on the ground. Fortunately, there were no skinned knees or fat lips as yet, but Sangita's elastic ponytail holder had broken, and her hair was a wild mess. She and Ryan walked over to their mothers' park bench when the game broke up, both covered in wood chips from the playground. Sumita pulled a hair brush and another pony tail holder out of her bag when she saw them coming.

"Looks like you two were having fun," Sumita said.

"Yeah," Sangita replied with an impish smile. "Mommy, can you fix my hair?"

Sangita sat down on the bench next to her mother, and Sumita applied the brush to her daughter's silky black hair after picking out the biggest bits of debris. Sangita winced. "Mommy, not so hard," she said.

"Sorry, Gita," Sumita replied. The tension from her talk with Julie had come out in brushing her daughter's hair. She took a breath, calmed down, and started again.

When Sumita was done with Sangita's hair and Julie had brushed the worst of the dirt off Ryan's little boy blue jeans, the kids ran back off to the swing set. Both Julie and Sumita were grateful they still had the energy to play further, though Julie could tell Ryan was starting to tire.

"I'm so glad Sangita got my sister's hair instead of mine," Sumita said as she stowed the hairbrush in her bag. "It's a LOT easier to brush out, and it looks so pretty when it's not a tangled mess."

Julie laughed. "It is very pretty," she said, "but so is yours. A lot of people like curly hair, you know. Especially your husband."

Sumita gave Julie a brief, withering glare. This was about the thousandth conversation they had had about Sumita's hair.

"Tell me about last night," Sumita said.

Julie sighed, leaned back, and closed her eyes. "Last night," she finally said. "I moussed up my hair and wore my sparkly jeans - you know the ones, with the fancy back pockets - with a tight white tee shirt. Seemed appropriate for where I was going. My heart was racing as I walked up to the door. I don't know what I was expecting - some sort of magical fairy wonderland, maybe - but it was just a bar. Not quite as dark and dingy as most, but definitely a bar."

Sumita laughed.

"Every single person in the place, though, was female," Julie said. "Not one guy in sight. It was really nice. Brianna was at a table right by the front door, and she saw me and waved as soon as I walked in. I think she had started the night there with friends, but it looked like they had bailed on her. I figured, 'what the heck, somebody I know,' so I went over and sat at her table."

"And?" asked Sumita.

"She was really sweet," Julie said. "She asked me if I had maybe wandered into the wrong place by mistake. I told her no, I was where I wanted to be, out for a drink by myself, without any men around. She took a long look at me, like she was wondering if I had fallen and hit my head or something, and eventually decided she mostly believed me."

Julie paused for a while and looked toward the swings to make sure the kids were still okay. Sumita didn't say anything.

"I ordered a rum and Coke," Julie said after a while, "and Brianna and I chatted. At first it was just silly small talk, mostly about people at work, but after my second drink, I started telling her about Frank and the divorce and the rest of my sad life story."

Sumita snorted. "Jules, there's nothing sad about your life," she said. "You have a wonderful son, and you're a great mom and a great software developer. I'm sorry it didn't work out with Frank, but it's not your fault. He's the one who cheated on you, remember? With his secretary, no less."

"Yeah, well," Julie replied, "I can tell myself that all I want, but it doesn't always feel that way. Anyhow, Brianna listened patiently while I blathered to her, and eventually I ran out of things to say."

"I don't think I've ever known you to run out of things to say," Sumita teased.

"Shut up," Julie replied with a good-natured elbow. "Brianna was really nice, and I really need to get it all out of my system."

Sumita sat up straight and opened her mouth to object, but Julie cut her off. "To somebody beside you, I mean," she said. "I don't know how I would have gotten through those first six months without you."

Sumita sat back against the bench, mollified for the moment. "And then?" she asked.

"Brianna told me a little bit about herself, beyond just the work stuff," Julie said. "She's a lot more private than most people who work at the company, for obvious reasons. It's kind of hard to socialize with your coworkers when you've got this big secret about yourself, even if most people can guess at it."

"I'm sure," Sumita said.

"She's in a band," Julie said. "She plays the drums."

Sumita burst out laughing. The image of Big Brianna behind a drum kit was just too much.

"No, really," Julie said. "Brianna played a few of their tracks for me from her iPod. They're actually pretty good - the singer is a little screechy for my taste, but the musicians are all fantastic."

"If you say so," Sumita replied with a warm, barely suppressed laugh.

Another glance at the swing set reassured them both that Sangita and Ryan were not getting into trouble. Maybe another half an hour before Ryan was worn out and ready to go. Julie got quiet for a few minutes, and Sumita gave her time to think.

"She asked me to go home with her," Julie said. She was blushing, and her eyes were fixed firmly on her knees.

"And did you?" Sumita asked. "Go home with her, I mean?"

"Yeah," Julie said quietly.

"How was it?" Sumita asked, careful to keep her own feelings out of her voice.

"Oh, Sumi," Julie replied, turning to look her friend in the eye. "It was incredible. I never thought sex was all that before last night. With Frank, it was always a matter of just how much attention he had to give me before sticking it in, and then I just had to lay there until he finished, which was mercifully never more than a minute or two."

Sumita shook her head in sympathy. Julie had never been quite so blunt, but Frank's disappointing performance in the sack was not a new subject.

"With Brianna," Julie continued, "all her attention was on me, totally focused on my body. The way she made me feel wanted and special was so wonderful, and that by itself would have been more than enough."

Julie let out a dreamy sigh at the memory, and then got a wicked twinkle in her eye. "But she was very, very good," she added. "Oh, God, Sumita, she did the most amazing things to me. My head's still spinning. And then it was my turn, and I couldn't get enough. I wanted to make her feel as good as she made me feel. I wanted to sink into the softness of her body and never come out again."

Sumita sat quietly for that last bit, and a wave of guilt and fear washed over Julie's face when she came back into herself and noticed Sumita's blank expression.

"Sumita, sweetie, are you okay?" Julie asked. "Are you mad at me? Do you think I'm a horrible person for going to bed with Brianna?"

Sumita took a deep breath. "No," she said, slowly and carefully. "I'm not mad at you."

"Good," Julie replied. "Because it's been two years since I've been intimate with anything that doesn't take batteries. I think I ..."

"Julie," Sumita said firmly, "I'm not mad that you went to bed with Brianna. You deserve it, and if Brianna made you feel good, I think that's great."

"But . . .?" Julie replied. "There's a 'but' hiding there somewhere. I can tell."

Sumita took another deep breath, tried to maintain her calm. It didn't work.

"You're telling me this now?" she asked Julie, the question turning into a desperate cry. Julie looked stunned, as if Sumita had slapped her.

"We've been friends since Mrs. Miller's calculus class," Sumita said after regaining a measure of her composure, "and you never gave me more than a tiny hint."

"Oh, Sumi," Julie said, taking Sumita's hand. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Sweetie, I couldn't admit it even to myself. I never doubted that I wanted a husband and a family, and when I had that, I thought it was all I needed. It wasn't until after Frank left that I understood who I really am."

"I'm not mad; it's just . . ." Sumita said, and then looked away.

A soft rush of blood filled Sumita's ears. Her face felt hot and her eyes itched. "Things could have been . . . different," she said in a small, distant voice.

Julie just looked at Sumita, trying and failing to make sense of what Sumita had said. 

"Do you remember that day in the cafeteria at work?" Sumita asked after a while. "Before I met Rajeev, when I was still looking for a husband, and everything was so complicated. I ..."

"I remember," Julie said quietly, and Sumita fell silent. "I remember it like it was yesterday. You said, 'Everything would be so much easier if I could just marry you.' My heart jumped right into my throat. It felt like you had reached inside me, right to my core, and touched a part of me I didn't even know was there. But then I told myself you were just frustrated, and you didn't really mean anything by it."

"But I did," Sumita said. "It just kind of slipped out before I even knew I was saying it. In a flash, I saw all that was really important in a partner sitting there right across the table from me. It tore me up that I couldn't have the one person I really wanted."

Julie's mouth dropped open.

"And then I thought about going to bed with you," Sumita added, blushing. "That was, well . . ."

After that, it was Julie's turn to blush. The two women sat silently facing each other for a while, Sumita's hand in Julie's lap, folded between Julie's hands. Julie finally broke the awkward silence.




Play Date



"Wow," she said. "Just wow. I had no idea."

"Then you said ... something," Sumita said, "I don't remember what it was; all I know is that what I wanted was impossible, so I put it aside and stopped thinking about it. Except maybe it wasn't impossible."

"Do you really think?" Julie asked. "Could we have worked together?"

"We would have been great," Sumita replied, and a dreamy smile spread across her face. "It's so obvious now, even if neither one of us could see it at the time."

"I'd like to think so, sweetie," Julie said, "but I'm not so sure. It's still not easy for me to admit I'm interested in women. It might have been easier with you, but I don't know if it would have been enough. And anyway, you weren't any better. You were so desperate for a husband that you let your parents push you into an arranged marriage."

"Why do you think I was so desperate?" Sumita replied. "When I realized I was never going to fall in love with a man, I just gave up. Better to find a husband, even one I couldn't love, and have a child than grow old alone. I thought about the alternative, but it seemed impossible at the time, and I didn't think you were interested."

"Do you really think you could have taken that step, Sumita?" Julie asked. "Can you imagine how badly your parents would have freaked?"

Sumita let out a small, reluctant laugh. "I was petrified just telling Dad I was going to work instead of grad school," she said, "and that was a great job. I don't suppose coming out to them was something I could have done."

"Or to yourself," Julie said.

"Yeah," Sumita agreed. "I suppose you're right. Still, it's nice to think about what could have been."

Julie looked over toward the swing set, where Ryan was still swinging happily. "Maybe it is," Julie said, "but I can't afford to do that right now. I have to focus on my son or I'll fall completely apart."

Sumita put a gentle hand to Julie's cheek, and then pulled Julie into a hug. Julie let her head rest on Sumita's shoulder.

"I wouldn't change a thing about my life, Sumi, not even for you," Julie said. "Without Frank, I wouldn't have Ryan, and next to him, nothing else matters. You still have Rajeev, and I know how much he loves you. You didn't drive him away like I did Frank."

"Stop it!" Sumita replied, holding Julie tighter. "What Frank did is NOT your fault. He cheated on you, and he would have cheated on you no matter what. That's just who he is. You're better off without him, sweetie, and you know that." 

"I do," Julie admitted. "Doesn't mean I really believe it."

Julie sat up straight, wiped her eyes, and pulled a Kleenex out of her purse for her nose. Another glance at Ryan on the swing set brought the smile back to her face.

"Do you love him?" she asked Sumita. "I know Rajeev loves you, but do you really love him? We've never really talked about it, not since Sangita was born."

"I do," Sumita replied. "It wasn't easy, and it took a long time, but I really did fall in love with my husband. He knows that I'm, well ... I'm like you, I guess - not really interested in men."

Julie took Sumita's hand and gave it a comforting squeeze.

"He knew before I did, and he still loved me," Sumita said. "He waited for me to figure myself out, even when I was a terrible wife. Do you know, we didn't have sex for over two years after Sangita was born?"

"Jesus," Julie said, shocked. "I knew it was bad there for a while, but I didn't know it was that bad."

"You had your own problems, and I didn't want to pile mine on top," Sumita replied. "Eventually, when Sangita was so sick, I took a hard look at what was important in my life, and I decided Rajeev and Sangita were it. He's probably the only man I could love, but I really do love him."

"Well, I guess that's that, then," Julie said, letting Sumita's hand go. "You have your husband, and I know better than to think you'd break up your family for a fling with your crazy lesbian best friend. Still, I feel better knowing there was something there before."

"Oh, Jules," Sumita said. "If I could . . ."

"It's okay, Sumi," Julie replied. "I really am happy that you have Rajeev and Sangita. You three really are the perfect family, and having you guys in my life is enough for me."

"We're not perfect," Sumita said. "We..."

Julie held up a hand to cut her off. "Just let me have my illusions, okay," she said.

"Okay," Sumita replied with a laugh, and then put her arm around Julie's shoulders. "You'll find somebody too, you know. Somebody who's right for you."

"I hope so," Julie said, and rested her head against her best friend's shoulder. The emotions of the moment passed, and the two sat for a while in silence. The kids were still on the swing set, just barely moving.

Five minutes later, Sangita walked over, dragging a very tired Ryan by the hand. "Mommy, can we go for ice cream now?" she asked.

"Go wash your hands," Sumita replied. "They don't have a bathroom at the ice cream place."

Sangita did as she was told, with Ryan following so closely behind he almost went into the ladies' room by accident. The embarrassment of his error perked him up, and he ran into the men's room, glancing about to make sure nobody saw his transgression. Sumita and Julie shared a quiet laugh.

Hands washed, the kids were bundled into their car seats, and Sumita and Julie drove off to Redmond Town Center. They parked next to each other on the second level of the garage and walked down the stairs to the ice cream shop.

It was one of those places with a big stone slab where overly enthusiastic teenagers scoop out your ice cream and then mix in all manner of sweet things. It was still fairly new, and the Sunday afternoon line extended out the door. While they waited, Sangita and Ryan played a silly game involving lots of clapping and waving of hands, the kind of impromptu children's game where the rules are made up on the spot.

The line moved along quickly, and they were through the door before the kids got too fidgety. Once inside, Ryan put on his saddest puppy dog expression and looked up at Julie. "Mom, can I please have my own ice cream this time?" he asked. "Please, please, please, please, please?"

Julie and Ryan normally shared an ice cream, but lately Ryan had decided he was big enough to eat a whole ice cream by himself.

"Sure," Julie said. "Why not? You're getting to be a big boy, and you and Sangita played for a long time this afternoon."

Ryan jumped up and down in excitement, and Sangita joined him. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" he squealed.

"So, young man, what are you going to have?" Sumita asked him.

Ryan frowned and knitted his eyebrows together in deep concentration, as if this were the biggest decision he had ever made. Finally, he said, "chocolate with gummy bears."

"Gummy bears? Really?" Julie asked.

"Yeah," he replied. "Gummy bears."

"Okay then, kiddo," Julie said.

A skinny boy with bad acne and a friendly smile took their order. Ryan got his gummy bears, and then the boy mixed up the rest of the treats. Sumita paid for it all and put the change in the tip jar. They took their concoctions outside, found a table, and sat down to eat. The kids were in heaven for the two minutes it took to snarf down their ice cream.

"What do you say, Ryan?" Julie prompted her son after he licked the last trace of ice cream from his spoon.

"Thank you, Aunt Sumita," he said. Ryan hadn't quite figured out why he had an Aunt Sumita, to whom he wasn't related at all, but it didn't bother him. He liked her much better than Aunt Karen, his father's sister, who lived in Montana. Especially when she bought him ice cream.

"Thank you, Mom," Sangita added.

Sumita and Julie ate a little more slowly, taking the time to enjoy their treats, and the kids wandered into the play area next to the ice cream place while their mothers finished. With a jolt of sugar to fortify them, the kids had enough energy to play with each of the dozen-odd gadgets springing up from the rubberized play surface. Most of them made loud, silly noises, and the kids giggled in response.

"A whole afternoon without a meltdown," Sumita said to Julie. "I'd call that a success."

"The afternoon's not over yet," Julie replied. "There's still time..."

Sumita shook her head. Ryan had always been a handful. The kids chased each other in a circle around the play area before moving to the next diversion.

"So," Sumita said, changing the subject. "Brianna. Are you going to see her again?"

"Yeah," Julie replied. "I don't think she's the settling-down type, but she is a lot of fun. That's what I need right now, especially since I'm still getting used to, well, you know..."

"Good for you, Jules," Sumita said. "I'm proud of you. I know how much Frank and the divorce messed you up, and I'm glad you're moving on."

"I'm trying, Sumi," Julie said. "I'm trying."

"You know," Sumita said, "Ryan is always welcome for a sleepover if you need some time for yourself. Sangita would love it."

"Thank you, Sumi," Julie said. "I may just take you up on that."

At that moment, the kids finished their tour of the playground apparatus. Ryan was starting to fade, and Julie knew he'd be asleep as soon as he was buckled into the car seat. Maybe she'd get through the afternoon without a meltdown after all. Sangita was nice and mellow as well, even if she was past the age of the afternoon nap.

They all walked back to the garage together, and Sangita and Ryan exchanged an elaborate handshake before climbing into their cars to go home. Sumita and Julie lingered a while, not quite ready to say goodbye.

Sumita pulled Julie into a hug, and then kissed her lightly on the top of her head. "I love you, Julie," she whispered. "I loved you before either of us got married, and I still love you. Nothing can change that."

"I know, sweetie," Julie replied, and held Sumita tighter. "Thank you."

After a long, bittersweet moment, Sumita squeezed Julie tight once more, and then let go. "Bye, Jules," she said. "See you next week."

"Yep," Julie replied. "See you next week."

Sumita turned to her car, checked to be sure Sangita was securely buckled in, and then walked around to the driver's seat.

"Ready to go home, Gita?" she asked.

"Yeah," Sangita said. "Daddy's going to play chess with me before dinner."

"Is he?" Sumita asked. "That sounds like fun."

Sangita's expression changed, and Sumita suddenly had the feeling her young daughter was about thirty years old. "What were you and Aunt Julie talking about today?" Sangita asked.

"Grown-up stuff," Sumita replied, and felt her face flush. Sangita was a quiet kid, but she never missed a thing. "Aunt Julie's had a hard time since Ryan's dad left, and she's trying to get on with her life."

Sangita gave her mother a curious look but said nothing more.

Sumita started her car, backed out of the parking space, and followed Julie's car out of the garage. The kids waved to each other at the stoplight going out of the mall, and then Julie turned left toward her house in Bellevue.

Sumita turned right and drove home to her husband.

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This is a stand-alone prelude to a new story about Sumita, coming sometime in the near future, also featuring some of the characters from Evergreen Kiss. It will be called Reboot.



Play Date at Connie's



Karen and I should have gotten married. The great sex should have shown us how compatible we were. But we were young and stupid, both lousy at understanding our feelings, and worse at expressing them ... so we never thought of marriage and eventually we split.

A few years later we were both married to other people, both with 3-year-old boys, and she was living on the other side of the country. We emailed a few times a year, but that was all. So I was surprised one day when Karen called.

"Hiya Brent. Guess who?"

"No guessing, sweetie. If ever I don't recognize your voice ... somebody should check my pulse."

We spent a few minutes catching up, then she told me why she called.

"I'm going to be in your lovely city next weekend and I think we should get together."

I had never met her husband and didn't really want to. But I thought I should offer to entertain.

"We could have you and Rob over to the house for a cookout Saturday," I offered.

"Rob's not coming," she said. "It's just me and Teddy."

"Okay, I'd love to meet your boy and we could still have that cookout."

She hesitated.

"Does Ginny still work weekends?"

"Yeah, her hobby has turned into a business so she's working 12-hour days on weekends. Brian and I run errands and go to the playground."

"So maybe you and Brian could break free and come over to Connie's for the day?"

I was a little surprised at the mention of Connie. Karen and Connie had been best friends through college, and roommates for several years. But Connie had not approved of me when I was dating Karen. She thought I wasn't good enough for her roomie. In those days she enjoyed teasing me about my often-interrupted college studies and my bartending jobs. Connie and I never actually fought, but our relationship was far from close.

Connie graduated at the top of her class and was a law professor. She was also married to a lawyer and had a 4-year-old girl. 

"So ... you're staying at Connie's?"

"Yeah, she's got a big house with a pool. Her husband will be at some seminar in Chicago, but she's offered to play hostess. And I'm desperate to meet your little boy. I can't wait to see you being a Daddy!"

So we arranged to meet at Connie's house at midday the following Saturday. But before she hung up, Karen said something that started me wondering.

"You won't tell Ginny about our date, will you?"

I admitted that I probably wouldn't tell my wife I'd be seeing an old girlfriend.

"Good. Then we'll see you Saturday."

"Hmm," I thought, hanging up.

It never occurred to me that Karen has sex in mind because a few years into her marriage she'd developed VVS, or Vulvar Vestibular Syndrome. It's a little-known condition that makes sex painful or impossible. Her emails over the years gave me a few details and I gathered that her sex life had come to an end. Even masturbating was usually too painful. It was hard to imagine someone like Karen doing without sex, but she hinted she was celibate.

While waiting for Saturday to roll around, I found myself recalling some of the more intimate details of my time with Karen ... including some that involved Connie, at least second-hand.

Karen and I tried a lot of things in bed, and one fun thing was sharing our fantasies. That's how I found out Karen lusted after Connie. 

At first she would only tell me she had fantasies about making love to other women. For awhile I enjoyed asking her if she was attracted to various girls we knew, and I had great fantasies of her fucking them. I amused her by asking about a couple of girls in particular.

"Why would I be attracted to HER?" she said, after I asked about one girl.

"Well, I know you like athletic guys and SHE'S athletic."

"Hah, you have no idea!"

She was right. When Karen finally revealed that Connie turned her on I was surprised, but intrigued. They had always been close, but her sexual interest apparently started once when Connie noisily fucked a guy on their couch while Karen pretended to sleep in a nearby chair. Something awoke in Karen when she saw Connie's small tits bobbing and heard her gasp through an orgasm. Karen realized SHE wanted to be the one making Connie come! She waited until Connie and her partner left, then quickly masturbated to a powerful climax!

So I started fantasizing about Karen and Connie fucking ... and then I started telling Karen about my fantasies.

The first time, Karen was on top, riding my dick when I told her, bit by bit, about my fantasy featuring her and Connie. I told her I imagined the two of them kissing and undressing each other. I told her about my vision of them suckling each other's tits, and I told her in vivid detail about them in a 69, licking each other to orgasm.

At each stage of my lurid tale, Karen got more and more aroused, more and more wide-eyed, more and more breathlessly out-of-control. By the end she was fucking herself up and down on my dick like crazy while gripping me hard enough to leave bruises. Then she was overwhelmed by a sudden, powerful orgasm! Her typical orgasm was marked by long, full-throated groans, but THIS one triggered an ear-splitting scream of joyful completion!

After that I would occasionally throw gasoline on the fire of our lovemaking by describing my fantasies of her and Connie making love. That never failed to drive Karen into a state of lustful overdrive resulting in a powerful climax for her and a sore dick for me.0

I once asked Karen why she never tried to live out her fantasies with Connie. As much as she loved the idea of sex with Connie, she wasn't sure how her best friend would react. Karen was afraid of losing Connie's friendship. 

Saturday came, Ginny left at the crack of dawn and I puttered through the morning before dressing Brian and heading for Connie's. She lives in a seriously upscale neighborhood with huge houses surrounded by trees and tall privacy fences. Connie's house was one of the nicest, with six bedrooms, a huge kitchen designed for entertaining and a beautiful pool. I was feeling a little intimidated until Connie greeted me at the door like a long-lost friend and cooed tenderly over Brian. She picked him up and led me out to the pool where Karen rose to greet me with a fierce hug and a firm kiss on the lips.

Connie is a lifelong runner and Karen a dedicated swimmer so they both looked terrific in their bikinis. The healthy good looks of their early 20s had matured into something even more interesting in their early 30s. Motherhood had given Connie the tits she lacked in college and Karen had also filled out a little, though neither was carrying any excess. 

In addition, there were three young women in swimsuits around the pool and they came to be introduced. 

"Brent," Connie said, "these are my law students Allison, Terri and Rachel. Don't try to argue with them, or they'll rip you apart!"

Allison was holding Karen's boy, Teddy, a dark-haired wiggler with his mother's eyes and bossy tone. And Terry held Connie's 4-year-old girl ... curly, sweet and calm. I introduced Brian and his cherubic face and blond mop immediately made him the center of a circle of adoring women. Karen demanded to be the first to hold and kiss him and I could tell she was smitten. Then she handed him over to Connie and pulled me aside.

"Hidden motives are at work here," she whispered, sqeezing my hand. "These three are some of Connie's best students, but they're also desperate to have babies. Connie tells them to wait until after law school, but she also brings them to her house so they can play with her little one. Today they each have a toddler to crush on!"

And that's how it worked. Allison, Terry and Rachel swam and played with our kids while Connie, Karen and I lounged in the sun, drinking ice tea, talking and watching the fun. Rachel wound up taking care of Brian and I could see she had a serious case of baby-love, attending to his every whim and hugging him often. And after he got over his first shyness, Brian thought she was wonderful.

Connie had apparently mellowed over the years. She still teased, but her gentle jibes had none of the bite I remembered from college. And once she noticed my gaze wandering over her fine, full tits and she grinned and arched her back to show off her improved chest. That's something she would never have done in college!

Karen hadn't mellowed at all. She was the same brave, fiercely opinionated woman who had stolen my heart ... and other body parts. My heart rose in my throat the first chance I had to study her lovely face. There were some fine lines at the corners of her big brown eyes, and her thick brunette hair was carefully dressed. But otherwise she seemed like the same girl I had lost years before. 

Or ...not entirely. A small town girl, her swimsuits had always been average ... neither too revealing nor too concealing. But today's bikini lifted and displayed her large tits and I could see her nipples poking through the thin fabric. That was another change. Years ago her nipples had been flat and had taken a lot of teasing to bring to attention. Now they were standing up on their own. And her swimsuit bottom matched the small top. A quick glance showed no evidence of pubes between her legs, where she once had a thick mat.

Time passed, the toddlers tired and Connie's students took them in for naps in one of the guest rooms. The girls lay down with the babies to help them get settled, while Karen, Connie and I tiptoed away. Then Connie left to deal with something in the kitchen and Karen took my hand.

"Come with me," she whispered, leading me upstairs. 

She took me to a bedroom suite overlooking the pool that was clearly hers from the suitcases on the floor. She closed the door. 

"Now for MY hidden motive!" she said, putting her arms around me and pulling me into a deep, searching kiss. 

Ginny and I have a C+ sex life, hampered by the time limits of my job and her newfound career. The sex is great when we have time, but we rarely have time. So I was not exactly reluctant when Karen started tugging at my swimsuit. Then I remembered.

"Hey," I said, pushing her away slightly. "Won't your V-V-S ruin everything?"

She frowned and nodded.

"Yeah, it ruined everything with my husband, Mr. Missionary Position, but I've been thinking of ways around it, and I know you'll like my plan," she said, giving me a quick smile.

I didn't know what Karen had in mind, but it was sure to be very, very sexy. I felt guilty about cheating on Ginny, but pushed that out of my mind. Making love to Karen again was a dream come true even if she couldn't take my cock. But I wondered how I could satisfy her when her pussy and clit were off-limits.

"Don't worry about a thing," she said, reading my mind, "just follow my lead."

First she pushed my swim trunks down my legs and I stepped out of them. She took my stiffening dick in one hand and cupped my balls with the other. 

"Mmm nice," she said softly, stroking my dick. I was fully hard by this time and she inspected me closely, running a fingertip slowly around the head of my cock before tickling my opening. Her other hand gently rolled my balls back and forth exciting me even more.

In the old days Karen never did anything slowly, especially anything sexual, but now she seemed determined to take her time. She leaned her left shoulder against me while continuing to gently play with my works. That gave me a chance to unhook her top and pull it off her breasts. I reached under her arm and cupped her right breast, beginning to stroke her nipple with my thumb. Her nipples were darker and more prominent than before and this one responded by quickly growing hard. I gave it a gentle pinch and she looked up quickly.

"Yeah," she whispered huskily. "Do that."

So I began alternately stroking and tugging on her nipple, which soon stood out half an inch as if begging for more. Karen lowered her head, took my right nipple in her mouth and began to suck. I sighed with pleasure. Few women ever paid any attention to my nipples, but she was one of them, knowing how it turned me on. Whenever she was riding me cowgirl-style or sucking my dick, her fingers always started teasing my nipples. She looked up at me.

"I wish you had been there when I was nursing. I used to daydream about you sucking my milk."

I groaned, terribly aroused by the thought, and my dick pulsed in her hand. 

"I think about you soooo much and how we used to fuck ... especially since I got V-V-S and can't anymore," she said. "I have dreams about us fucking and I wake up so horny I can't sleep."

Her mouth returned to my nipple and her eyes watched my face as she alternated sucking, licking and biting me gently. Whenever she sucked or bit me especially hard, I groaned and pinched her nipple hard and felt her groan, too. We did that for a long time and just as my abused nipple was starting to get too sensitive, Karen switched sides and started working on my left nipple. Naturally my left hand took over tweaking HER left nipple. Slowly she stroked my dick, now hard as a steel bar.

Stopping abruptly, she pulled me down for a long, soulful kiss, then led me to the bed where she pushed me down on my back. She knelt between my legs and in one motion took most of my dick in her mouth. I felt my dickhead pressing against the back of her mouth, then with a quick, smooth push she took it down her throat! I groaned loudly and concentrated on not coming.

She raised her head and I felt my dick sliding slowly out of her throat, out of her mouth, until only the head was held by her lips. I groaned and gave a quick thrust, trying to spear myself back into her mouth. Slowly she slid her mouth down my dick until I felt resistance at her throat. Then quickly she took me the last two inches, her lips sliding again to the base of my dick. She did that a third time, and a fourth, and I knew a fifth time would see me filling her mouth with sperm. She knew it too, watching my face carefully. She let my cock slip out of her mouth and gently squeezed the head until my orgasm receded.

Karen then kissed her way slowly up my belly and chest until she was lying full length on me and we were kissing mouth to mouth, our tongues wrestling languidly back and forth. My hands stroked her long, smooth back and cupped her full ass, still covered by her bikini bottom.

"I almost made you cum," she said, "then I remembered my plan!"

She jumped off me and off the bed and sent her bikini bottom flying. Her pussy wasn't bare, but her dark pubes were trimmed very short. She got a bottle of lube from a suitcase and stepped up on the bed. She stood straddling me and looked down at me intently. The inner lips of her pussy glistened with moisture.

"You're going to fuck my ass, deep and slow, then ... ... harder and faster," she said, her chest heaving with excitement. "And when I'm ready I'm going to watch your face while you come inside me and THEN ... while you're filling my ass ... when I can feel your dick jerking ... just touching my clit should make me cum!"

It was Karen who added butt sex to our bedroom menu years before, first asking me to finger her ass when I ate her, escalating after a few weeks to full-fledged ass-fucking. I certainly enjoyed anal, but something about that forbidden kink really turned her on, especially when I came in her ass. She would get so aroused that just brushing her clit would send her over the falls. I didn't know if her plan would work, but I was eager to try.

Moments later Karen was on her back, her ass at the edge of the bed. She hooked her arms under her knees to pull her legs back and spread them wide, giving me free access to her ass. Her pussy looked nearly normal, only slightly red and swollen, but I knew the slightest touch could be painful.

I dripped lube into her crack and used my fingers to spread the slick stuff up and down. Then I covered a finger in lube and gently pressed the tip against her asshole. My finger penetrated a half-inch until she reflexively clamped down. A second later she relaxed again and I continued slowly sliding into her butt. Soon my finger was buried in her ass so I pulled it halfway out, coated it in fresh lube and pushed it back in. 

In and out, more lube, in and out. Karen was panting with arousal as I slowly, gently added a second finger to the first sliding in and out of her tight ass. 

"Don't stretch me any more," she panted. "I really want to feel your dick!"

So I quickly lubed my throbbing dick and pressed the head against her asshole. She held herself motionless while I pushed steadily against her tight ass, then harder.

"Yes, YEEES!" she moaned, "PUSH!" 

Suddenly, the head of my dick popped past the tight rim of her ass and was inside her. Karen threw her head back and groaned with arousal. 

"AhhhhHHHH!" DON'T STOP!"

I kept pressing and my rod slid steadily into her ass until finally I was buried in her to the hilt. She squeezed my invading member once, twice with her ass, still pulling her legs wide.

"Ohmygod that feels BIG!" she gasped, "Now out ... ... careful ... don't touch my puss."

Slowly I pulled back and my glistening dick slid out of Karen's ass. Then I added more lube and slowly I pushed back in. She breathed hard and sweat glistened on her forehead. Then out again, more lube and in and ... something broke my concentration. I looked up, startled to see Connie's face peering at us through the half-open door. I was sure Karen had closed it!

"What now?" flashed through my brain. "Does she know Karen planned this? Will she stop us?" 

But I didn't stop, I couldn't. I could only stare down at my dick sliding slowly in and out of Karen's ass while her best friend stood a few feet away, still in her swimsuit, staring transfixed.

In and out slowly, adding more lube, her ass gripping me like a fist, so TIGHT! And Connie was a couple of steps closer, her wide eyes fixed on my dick now sliding out of Karen's sweet ass. Connie took another step. All Karen had to do was turn her head and she'd see her friend's stunned face and wide blue eyes.

"My GOD!" Connie said quietly, but not so quietly that Karen didn't hear. Her ass clamped down hard on my dick and she turned her face towards Connie. Their eyes locked.

"You ... two ... are ... the HOTTEST thing I've ever SEEN!" Connie whispered hoarsely. Karen just stared. I stood motionless waiting ... 

Slowly, Karen licked her lips. Then she spoke. 

"Come here!" she commanded.

Connie took two steps and was standing beside me, her left arm touching my right. I remained motionless, my dick half-buried in Karen's ass. The two women stared intently at each other.

Then Karen let go of her leg and her hand darted out. Her fingers slipped unerringly into the crotch of Connie's bikini and she gasped and lurched against me. I looked down to see Karen's hand moving inside Connie's bikini and guessed from the angle she was pushing a finger into her friend's pussy. Connie gripped my arm with both hands and sighed as she felt herself penetrated.

"We can't!" she whispered, but there was no strength in her voice. And the next sound she made was a long, shaky moan of pleasure -- "Aaaaaahhh!" -- as her head swung loosely forward.

Looking down past Connie's fine, full tits and her flat belly I could see Karen's hand working on her friend's pussy, moving slowly in and out. A faint squishing sound told me Connie was already wet.

I reached behind Connie, unhooked her top and pulled it off. Then I put my arm around her and took her tit in my hand, kneading her firm flesh and tugging at the hard little nipple. She moaned again and Karen's finger fucked her faster. Connie was now thrusting her hips in a steady rhythm. She spread her feet to give Karen more room.

Connie moaned steadily, her groans coming closer and closer together as Karen finger-fucked her pussy and I abused her tit. Then she began gasping and cried out, and her whole body convulsed. 




Play Date at Connie's



"AAAAAHHHH ... AAAHH ... AAAOOOOONOOOO!" she cried. She started to collapse, but I held her hard against me to keep her upright. Karen, if anything, was fingering her deeper and faster. "WAAAAAH! OOOOO!" she wailed and the ripe smell of aroused pussy filled the air. Connie pulled my face to hers and kissed me hungrily, while groaning into my mouth, "UHHH .... UHHNHHHNN!"

Gradually Connie's orgasm began to fade and she found the strength to remain standing, though now her hands were visibly shaking. Karen was no longer finger-fucking her, but left her finger buried in her friend's pussy. On an impulse I reached down and pulled Karen's hand from Connie's pussy, lifting it to my face. Connie watched as I brought Karen's hand to my mouth and sucked her juices off Karen's finger.

"Ohmygod," Connie whispered, staring.

Then Karen recovered her hand and, reaching down, tugged at Connie's bikini bottom. 

"Take this off," she demanded in a low voice, and I released Connie long enough for her to shed her bikini bottom. She was barely upright again before Karen ordered her, "Get on the bed," and Connie knelt on the bed. 

Karen let go of her legs and slid them to my waist, and I needed a quick thrust to keep from slipping out of her ass. Meanwhile her hands and quiet instructions guided Connie into position ... with her back to me and her knees straddling Karen's head. In moments Karen was gripping Connie's ass as she lifted her face to her friend's pussy. 

"OOOOOOH...MY...GOOOOOOD!!" Connie moaned loudly as Karen's tongue drove into her slit and her nose nudged her swollen clit. Soon Karen's tongue was deep inside her friend, stroking tender flesh and tasting intimate juices. 

I made sure my dick was firmly buried in Karen's wonderful ass, then pulled Connie back until her shoulders and head rested against me. My hands were soon kneading her tits while my fingers tugged at her nipples. My glance met Karen's lust-filled eyes looking up from between Connie's thighs. I could tell she was eagerly devouring Connie's pussy. Experimenting, I found I could fuck Karen's ass with short, careful strokes, causing a muffled moan as she redoubled her oral attack. 

This remarkable combination lasted only a few minutes before Connie's whole body tensed and she began uttering loud, rhythmic groans as she started to come. Her hips thrust against Karen's mouth and her hands covered mine, crushing her tits against her chest. Then she screamed a high sharp scream, "AAAAAAAAHHHEEEAAHHH!" before seeking my mouth with hers for a deep, desperate kiss ... grunting as each orgasmic spasm struck. 

"Uh-UH-UNH-AAAAAUNNH"

Connie's orgasm and the friction of my dick sliding into Karen's ass sent me over the edge and I began thrust uncontrollably, shooting a massive load of hot sperm into her body while simultaneously groaning and fucking Connie's mouth with my tongue. 

And finally, Karen was coming! 

"Mmmmmph! MMMmmmph! MMMMMMMPHHH!"

Bucking and straining below us, her eyes screwed shut, her screams muffled against Connie's pussy, her hands gripping Connie's hips ... Karen came and came for what seemed like 10 minutes. I could feel her ass milking my dick, squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing.

Time passed, we untangled and wound up dead asleep, Connie and Karen wrapped in each other's arms and me spooning Karen. We woke up an hour later, refreshed, to the sounds of children playing in the pool. Connie and Karen kept smiling and stealing glances at each other. Then we crowded into the shower together, dressed and went to join our children in the cool water and warm sunshine.