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A First Time for Everything

By: Trish Martin



I met Leslie when I was 18 and she was 21. We worked in the same hospital and on the same shift. After two weeks of working together a close friendship started to develop. One day while we were on our lunch break Leslie asked me if I knew of anyone who needed a roommate because she wanted to move out of her parents house. I told her I needed one to share expenses with so if she wanted to room with me she could. I lived in a two-room house that was given to me by my grandmother when she died so the expenses weren't all that much but I liked Leslie a lot.

She accepted and since we had that weekend off together we moved her in. Our life together stayed on a friendship level for a long time. We went to clubs together or just stayed home and watched TV. We became inseparable and people started saying if you find Trish you find Leslie when asked where one of us were. I found out Leslie was bisexual the same night she found out I was a virgin. It was on a Friday night and we had just gotten home with our dates. As soon as we got into the house our dates became total leeches so Leslie told them we were only interested in each other so take a hike. Of course they didn't believe her so she turned to me and kissed me very deeply.

Our dates said fine and took off. I decided I needed a drink. So I went to the kitchen and mixed us up some strawberry daiquiris and we started talking. Our conversation turned to sex as they normally did and Leslie said she was serious when she told our dates that she was attracted to me sexually. She asked if I had ever been with a woman and I told her I hadn't even been with a man yet. She looked stunned but didn't comment any further. We talked until we finished the daiquiris and then went to bed because we had to work the next day.

We weren't able to have a long conversation again until two weeks later. We were supposed to go away for the weekend with a couple of interns from work when they canceled so we decided to rent movies and get sloshed. When we were good and sloshed I told Leslie that I'd been having fantasies about us being together. She asked me to tell her about it so I slowly started to tell her the fantasy I'd been having. As I was telling her she leaned over and kissed me lightly, running her tongue across my lips.

Tentatively I kissed her back and almost immediately felt the familiar sensation that made my juices start flowing. She pulled away slightly and asked if I would allow her to show me the art of making love with another female. I must have looked frightened because she said I'm not going to push, it's ok if you don't want to Trish. I looked at her and asked what about the pain, I've always been told it will hurt real badly and I don't like pain. I'll be gentle when the time comes for us to go all the way. I just nodded my head ok. She said I'll be right back and with that disappeared down the hall towards her room. When she reappeared she was dragging her mattress with her. I stood up and helped her drag it in front of the fireplace. She walked over to me and started kissing me lightly at first then deepening it. I gasped when I felt her hand cup my breast. She then slowly started to undress me kissing the flesh she exposed. Do you like that she asked? All I could do was nod my head my ability to speak had left me. When she had me undressed all the way she said now it's your turn to undress me. In the beginning I was hesitant and then became bolder with her sighs of encouragement.

She began by teaching me the ways to please her. My first lesson was how to pleasure her with my tongue. She sat down on the mattress and said come and lay your head in my lap so we can talk without hurting my neck. So I did. She then cradled my head close to her breast and said, "Take one in your mouth and suck gently on it then slowly increase the pressure and add a little nibble but don't bite." I did as she instructed and soon had her moaning with pleasure. I switched to a more comfortable position while she lay on her back. I became a little bolder and started running my hands over her body like I did in my fantasy. As my hand reached her pussy I could feel her heat, then I slid one finger inside her warmth and she said, "oh yeah that feels good just like that." She spread her legs to give me better access and I told her I wanted to taste her.

"Yes love taste me!" she said. I slid my tongue down her slit slowly and gently barely coming in contact with her clit. She rose her hips off the bed encouraging me to increase the pressure but I kept up the teasing until she started begging me to let her cum. Her pleas made me wetter than I could remember being and I increased the pressure giving her the release she so desired. When her body had calmed down she tugged me gently up so she could kiss me and asked "How did you like your first pussy?"

"Hmmm," I said then we switched places and she was giving me the same treatment I had just given her. She began at the top of my cunt just where my lips began then slowly slipped her tongue down one side and up the other avoiding my clit completely. She would then use her tongue as a mini dick and push into me making me whimper and my hips move as if they had a mind of their own. By the time she let me cum she was holding my hands so I couldn't grab her head to keep her still long enough to push me over the edge.

Afterwards we fell asleep in each other's arms. The next morning by mutual agreement Leslie and I moved her belongings into my room. Every night Leslie taught me something new such as how to pleasure her with my fingers only, cunnilingus, how to rub our clits together so we both climaxed at the same time. She taught me how to use a vibrator on her as well as using strap on. But she never penetrated my pussy with anything but her tongue or ice cubes. She told me we were going to save that for a special occasion. The night before my 19th birthday we came home from work and went straight to bed, we were exhausted, so we fell asleep almost immediately after our heads hit the pillows.

The next morning we woke and showered together. We started kissing and then she was guiding my head down her body all the while I was nipping and sucking in the places I knew would drive her wild. When I came to the apex of her legs she opened for me and I brought her to an orgasm that if I hadn't been supporting her, would have made her fall. Then she returned the favor. After the shower she said she had some running around to do and would be back later. So I putted around the house cleaning up. When she returned I was taking a nap and she woke me up by kissing and nibbling my breasts. She said wake up sleepy head I have a surprise for your birthday.

I had completely forgotten it was my 19th birthday. I want to take you out to dinner so get up and put the outfit I bought you on. I got up and walked over to my dresser to get my underwear and she said, "No, you don't need any of those." I lifted up the outfit she bought me and saw it was a silky black dress that snapped down the sides. She said try it on and lets see if I got the size right, she did, it fit perfectly.

I told her I felt really weird not wearing any underwear and she said, "Don't worry after awhile you'll be glad your not." When we were ready we left for the restaurant and found out we were actually going to a birthday party, when I walked in and saw all our co-workers. During dinner Leslie kept reaching her hand under the table and playing with my pussy. I almost choked once when she inserted her finger and I started cumming. I was sure everyone new what she was doing but when I looked around no body seemed to notice what she was doing. The cake finally arrived and everyone sang happy birthday and then they started leaving to go to the club. They asked if we were going but Leslie told them she had another surprise for me but we might show up later. As we walked to the car Leslie kept smiling to herself. When we got in she took the drivers seat. On the road she reached over and started to play with my already wet pussy again. She said, "Ah you must of like that little scene in the restaurant huh."

I could only moan and nod. Just then she pulled over in a small area and got out of the car. She walked around, opened my door, turned me sideways spreading my legs and attacked my pussy with her mouth making me cum instantly. But she didn't stop there she did something new which kept me going. She inserted a finger into my pussy, since I had never had anything in there before it surprised me to realize I was cumin harder than I had ever cum before. When I had calmed down she stood up and walked back to get in the car again. Without a word she starts driving again. I reached over between her legs and felt her wetness immediately because she wasn't wearing any underwear either. I kept playing with her until she climaxed and then sat back to enjoy the ride. We reached home and Leslie came around the car to open my door again. When we were standing in front of the door she stopped me and took a blindfold out of her purse.

You must wear this love so I may prepare the final surprise I have for you. She put on the blind fold and guided me into the house. She sat me on our bed while she prepared the surprise. I could hear her moving around the room and things being moved but I couldn't tell what she was doing. Then I felt her take a hold of my wrists and tie them together. She helped me up and guided me to another seat. Once there she lifted and secured my hands above my head, then put me in a reclining position. I felt her take a hold of my legs and put something on my ankles, the she secured them as well. Next my legs were spread apart. It seemed like I had been sitting there for forever when I finally felt her lips brush across mine and she whispered, "Are you ready love."

"Yes," I said and she removed the blind fold.

I was sitting in a recliner that had a separate place for each leg with a soft cuff for a fastener. I looked up at my hands and noticed they were fastened the same way as well. Then I looked to where Leslie was standing and saw the table with all the different items on it. She was smiling when she said, "tonight I'm taking your virginity." I could only stare at her fascinated. She reached down and unsnapped my dress, then slid it away from me. She was wearing a robe and started kissing me. Her hand found my pussy and I was dripping wet with the anticipation of having her use all the things on the table. When she stood up and took off her robe all I could do was gape at her. She was wearing a strap on that looked so real. She walked over to me, put it to my lips and said, "Take me in your mouth love to prepare me for you."

I opened my mouth and slowly slid my lips over the cock. It felt silky and smooth but like flesh instead of plastic. When it was slick with my saliva she moved between my legs and began sliding the cock up and down my slit a few times. With each passing it made on my clit it brought me closer to orgasm. Then she slowly entered me until she met the resistance of my hymen. There she paused and leaned close to me saying, "This will hurt a little my love I'm sorry but the pain will only be once then never again I promise." With that she pulled out a little and thrusted deep inside while taking my cry of pain into her mouth. Then she stayed completely still and I could feel her deep inside me. Slowly the pain turned into that familiar feeling of an impending orgasm and I could no longer stay still. She let me set the rhythm and brought me to a mind shattering orgasm.

"Are you alright?" she asked.

"Hmmm," I said. Slowly she withdrew from me and went into the bathroom to get a warm wash cloth. She cleaned the cock and then applied the cloth to me. When she was done she unclasped my hands leaving them tied and then unclasped my ankles and told me to roll over. I did and she retied me to the chair.

"What's next?" I asked.

"You'll see," she said. I heard someone walk in the room and Leslie said, "Just in time." When I turned and looked there was on of the interns we were so crazy about. I looked at Leslie as she announced "Trish, Michael is here to help us initiate you into the art of having a real cock inside that wonderful cunt of yours."

"I'm honored to help in any way." He said with a smile as he walked over and kissed me. I watched as Leslie helped him out of his clothes, then led him in front of me. Taking his cock in her hand she put it to my lips and said, "Make him ready to enter you Trish." I took him in my mouth, felt him grow and harden as I sucked on him. I was scared and excited at the same time. Leslie kept her hand at the base of his cock and when she felt he was ready enough pulled him back out of reach. I whimpered from the loss of wanting to continue. I felt him at my opening and then he was thrusting into me.

"Oh god she is so tight and wet," I heard him say. Leslie came around in front of me and put her cunt in my face so I started sucking on her while I was whimpering from the pleasure Michael was giving me. We all three came at the same time. Michael pulled out so his cum went all over my ass. I could feel it sliding down my crack and it excited me all the more. Leslie moved away while Michael came back around in front of me and I took him in my mouth again. I could taste me on him and it was a totally exhilarating taste. I became so involved with his cock I had forgotten Leslie until I felt something probing my pussy. Leslie fitted a strap on to me backwards so it was penetrating me without the need for someone to support it.

Then I felt her probing my ass with one she had strapped on to her. Michael grabbed the back of my head and held me to him so I was taking him all the way in with him controlling the rhythm. Leslie slowly entered my ass and stopped when she was completely inside, she then reached around and turned on the vibrator of the strap on in my cunt. I was in ecstasy and started to move against her. This went on through three orgasms and then her and Michael cried out at the same time. For the first time in my life I was tasting a man's cum, while being fucked in the ass and loving it. They untied me after that and we fell on the bed together. While we calmed down Michael turned me toward him and kissed me saying, "Happy Birthday sexy, I'm glad I could be apart of it."

Then he slowly moved my head down his body again and told Leslie to come here. She straddled his face while I sucked his cock. When she cried out her orgasm I moved to kiss her. We switched places and she climbed astride his cock while I straddled his face. We came together in the finale of the evening.

In the morning Leslie got a call saying her mom was ill and she was needed at home so we said a tearful goodbye. Michael and I have been married now for 11 years and Leslie is coming to visit next week. I'm dripping just thinking about our reunion, she says she has a special surprise for us when she gets here that we are going to thoroughly enjoy.

A First Time For Everything



Catherine lived in a small town, just outside of Bakersville California. She grew up in a Christian household with her parents, and had no brothers or sisters. Becoming a teenager in a strong Christian household was a difficult thing to do, especially when it came to sexuality. Catherine was always taught that thinking sexual thoughts about the opposite sex, masturbation, and sex before marriage was wrong. Sometimes she felt closed in, and not allowed to be herself. Catherine did obey her parents, and continued to be the refined girl she was brought up to be. 

At 18, Catherine was sent to an all girls drama camp during the summer. She was staying for 3 weeks there, and was ecstatic to finally get out among other people during the summer months. Maybe her parents were finally letting go....

Her parents dropped her off at camp after a long 4 hour drive. She said goodbye to them, took her things out of the car, and went towards the main lodge. Catherine looked around curiously, seeing all kinds of new and exciting people she was waiting to meet. Some girls looked different than those in her small town. Some had different colored hair, some had piercings, and some looked just like her. Catherine had never thought of herself as ugly, just plain. She had somewhat wavy, plain brown hair down to the middle of her back, and dark brown eyes. She had smaller breasts and an average build and stood about 5'7". She never really thought of complaining about her looks, she just accepted them.

Catherine entered the building to find a large group of girls around her age and some which seemed older than her. They were all gathered around a large table which she assumed was for signing up and finding which cabin you stay in. Catherine eventually made her way to the table and received her map and location of her cabin, and went off to get settled in. 

Catherine was in the cabin, sitting on the bottom bunk of one of the beds emptying her luggage, when a girl walked in nonchalantly. 

"Hey, guess we're roomies in this hell hole". The girl said blandly. 

Catherine looked up shyly and said nothing. 

"My name is Julie, I'm from Lanely, California". She said, as she claimed the other bunk bed. 

"I'm Catherine, nice to meet you". 

Julie looked over at her and gave her a small smile as she continued to roughly take her belongings out of her suitcase. 

"This place sucks you know, its dull and uneducational. I don't know why my parents send me to this fucking place, suppose because they think I will stay out of trouble. I'm just glad that I don't have to room with a whole shit load of people this year. They stuck the two of us in this stupid cabin because they ran out of room in the larger ones". 

Catherine looked at her shocked. Not many girls she knew would even think of swearing like that. Catherine figured that her all girls school she went to, shielded her from the harsh extremities of the outside world, and she sort of resented her parents for that. 

Catherine continued to be reserved, not saying much to Julie. Catherine watched Julie unpack her things, and admired the way she looked. Julie stood about 5'8" and had a voluptuous frame that was framed by a mane of gorgeous curly black hair. Julie had really dark eyes that looked almost black. She wore tight black jeans and a tight white tank top, and just a little too much makeup. 

Outside, a loud bell rang out and Julie sat up and looked at Catherine. 

"Well, time to fuck off to orientation"

Catherine looked at her walk off, and noticed that her own eyes wandering to Julies tight butt. Scolding herself and her newfound thoughts, Catherine finished what she was doing and took off after Julie. 

In the orientation, about 50 girls sat down surrounding an alter like area where a large man stood talking about the camp and the agenda for the next 3 weeks. Catherine sighed, wondering herself why she was here. She didn't really have a huge interest in drama. Catherine looked around the room and saw Julie sitting a few rows ahead of her, and her mind wandered back to Julies nice ass. She couldn't help it, Julie had such a beautiful exotic look that she had never seen before. Julie must have noticed eyes on her, and looked back at Catherine and stared. Catherine looked away shamefully, not looking back for the rest of the orientation. 

For the rest of the day, there were assigned workshops, plays, and even movies that had to be attended. Julie was off in another group for most of the day, and Catherine felt a loss not being able to see her. Catherine felt stupid about that seeing as how they just barely met 8 hours ago. At the end of the night, everyone gathered around a campfire and talked about what they learned that day. A group of 4 girls had put on a skit for everyone as well. Catherine and Julie actually sat together at the campfire and small talked about their lives. A couple times, Julie had caught Catherine looking at her, but didn't say anything about it, she just smiled. 

On the way back to the cabin, Catherine and Julie were walking together through the trees, and entered the musty cabin. Julie lay on her bed, just beside Catherine's and sighed. Catherine took out her PJ's and was about to go outside, and find the bathroom to change, when Julie spoke:

"I'm not going to bite you, you can change in here. No need to get bit by a swarm of mosquitoes."

"Uhh, I suppose so, thanks". Catherine said, feeling very uncomfortable now. She has never changed in front of anyone except her mother before. Catherine turned off her light beside the bed, and discreetly changed into her PJ's as quickly as possible. 

Julie had already changed into a pair of tight sweat shorts, and a loose T-Shirt. The two girls never spoke that night after that. 

Catherine woke in the middle of the night to a ruffling sound beside her, thinking that it could be outside, she lay still, like a scared kitten. She just opened her eyes to look outside, and saw that it was actually Julie. Catherine was so naïve that she didn't even realize what Julie was doing until she remembered about a book she saw in the library about masturbation. Catherine had never even touched herself in that way or slept with a man. She tried not to breathe while she watched Julie rub herself but couldn't help but notice a tingling between her legs. Julie had the covers half off of her, and one breast was slightly out of the shirt, and she was pinching it furiously all the while, her hand was working on her little clit. Catherine found the look on Julies face more arousing than what she was actually doing to herself. Julie looked as if she was about to explode, all from what her hands were doing. Her eyes fluttered, and her soft moans made Catherine almost stop breathing. Julie's legs spread even more, and because of the heat in the cabin, she threw the covers right off of her body. Catherine was shocked that Julie wasn't scared about being caught, but Catherine was sure to pretend that she was sleeping as she was so fixated on watching Julie. Julie was still pinching on her right nipple, and gently rubbing her clit in a circular motion, occasionally dipping into her hole for juices. Catherine probably looked as red as a tomato watching this, but she couldn't help but just stare and hope Julie didn't see her watching. All of a sudden Julie arched her pelvis up in the air and let out a long sigh and started to convulse on the bed. Catherine wanted to see if she was ok, but Julie just started to lick her own fingers after the obviously wonderful orgasm, and eventually she pulled the covers back on went back to sleep. Catherine assumed she didn't see her watching and she had a hard time falling back to sleep after what she just saw. 

For the next few days, Catherine was even more shy around Julie, but still, the two became friends during all of the boring lectures and movies. They started to partner up for things and sit together at lunch and dinner. Catherine could still not get Julies rendezvous with herself, out of her mind. She became wet just thinking about it. The other night when Julie was sleeping, Catherine tried to touch herself like Julie had done the night before, but she quickly felt ashamed and stopped. 

Friday, the one night of the week where there isn't anything planned for the evening. Julie and Catherine sat in the cabin talking about anything that came to mind. It was very hot in the cabin, and Julie was wearing just a little tank top and shorts. Catherine had on tight leggings and a tank top. Julie had got up at one point and strode of to the closet at one point during their conversation and brought back a large bottle of vodka. She started drinking some then offered it to Catherine. 

"Isn't that illegal?" Catherine asked. 

"Yeah, so?" Julie replied. 

Catherine just looked at the bottle and thought she better not irritate her only friend in the camp, so she took the bottle and had a small sip. She winced at the taste and Julie giggled. Catherine's body quickly warmed up from the alcohol. 

Over the next hour, the two girls had finished over half the bottle and started talking about sex. They told each other about their fantasies, or in Catherine's case, a lack of. Julie listened closely as Catherine talked about her strict household, and her inability to talk about sex at home. She also told Julie about never being with a man and she actually admitted to her own thoughts about Julie. If it hadn't been for the alcohol, Catherine would never have spoke about it. 

They both dizzily finished off most of the bottle of vodka, and just started to stare at each other.

"Have you ever wanted to be with a woman?" Julie asked curiously.

Catherine was surprised she asked that, but she just looked down and didn't say anything. Julie walked over to her bunk bed, and sat down beside her. Catherine looked up to find Julie's vodka smelling mouth only 4 inches away from hers. Julie looked in her eyes and said; 

" I have been with women, but I want you to experience it now". 

And with that Julie touched Catherine's face gently, lovingly stroking her cheek. Catherine wanted to pull back and run out of the cabin, but she didn't. She felt mounted in place. Julie started to run her fingers along Catherine's pouty lips and down onto her neck. Catherine felt that familiar tingling between her legs and started to become wet again. Catherine just looked at Julie, not knowing what to do. She started to feel violated and very aroused at the same time. Julie leaned forward and put her lips on Catherine's ever so gently. Catherine kissed her back and within 10 seconds, they were exploring each other's tongues. Catherine had to catch her breath when the kiss broke. 

"Lie down Catherine". Julie said erotically. 

Catherine was so mesmerized by this that she lay down as asked. 

Julie lay beside her and got up on one elbow and with the other hand started to trace the contours of Catherine's face and neck. She started to kiss Catherine's face and neck as her hand moved down to Catherine's right breast. Catherine stiffened but Julie told her that she wasn't going to hurt her and Catherine relaxed a bit. Julie started massaging Catherine's breasts and found each nipple and gently pinched them. Catherine let out a quiet moan of pleasure. Slowly Julie found the bottom of Catherine's shirt and worked her way up over her flat belly and over top her bra covered breasts. She found the front clasp and undid the bra, letting Catherine's breasts fall out gently. She then lifted Catherine's shirt up all the way and began kissing her on the belly, tracing up towards her perky breasts. She found a hard nipple and began to slowly and gently suckle it. Catherine let out another sigh of pleasure and thought she would never experience anything like this in her life and was glad it was happening. Julie had both nipples standing straight up and marveled at her accomplishment. She put her had gently down towards Catherine's elastic of her leggings, looked at her, and gently kissed her as her hand slowly found her pubic mound covered by the thin material of her panties. Catherine involuntarily pushed her pelvis up as Julie's fingers found her little bud through her panties. Julie moaned at the feel of her shapely mound. She pressed on her bud with her finger and moved around in a firm circle. 

Catherine was already moaning and sighing out loud, lost in her pleasure. Julie sat up and started to remove Catherine's leggings, leaving her panties. Julie looked at Catherine's long shapely legs, and ran he hands up her calf and thigh. 

"You have the most beautiful legs". Julie said in wonderment. All Catherine could do was let out a delightful sigh, and at that moment, all of her inhibitions of this experience were gone. She wanted to touch Julie all over and give her pleasure. She tried to get up but Julie gently lay her back down on the bed. Julie straddled overtop Catherine and bent down to kiss her gently, then more deeply. Catherine's hands moved to Julie's arms then up over her back. Julie sat up and removed her own shirt and bra. Catherine couldn't help but stare and touch the large breasts of her newfound friend. She gently pinched her nipples and stroked every part of her breasts. Julie moaned softly, and then bent down so Catherine could taste her breasts. Catherine explored them with wonder and excitement as her hands moved down to Julie's tight ass, which she had been staring at for so many days. Julie giggled when Catherine nibbled on one of her breasts but Catherine couldn't help it, she wanted all of Julie. 

Julie then started back down Catherine's belly and towards her pussy. Catherine watched her as she went down and was curious about what she was going to do. Julie started to kiss just above her panty line, and then down toward her covered clit. She started probing and tonguing her clit and covered hole as if she was trying to pry through the panties. Catherine started to buck up towards Julie's hungry tongue, wanting more. Julie moved Catherine's panties down and off her gorgeous legs and came back up in between her thighs. Julie tried to spread Catherine's legs open more but Catherine felt that familiar uneasiness and Julie quickly made that feeling subside when she started to caress Catherine's little nub with her thumb. She kept moving in circles over the nub and went towards her tight hole for some juices. She started to slip in a finger when juices started to come out without any help. She slipped her index finger in and explored the inside of her friends canal. Catherine was already squirming on the bed, moaning in pleasure. Julie moved her face towards Catherine's awaiting clit and gently put her tongue on it, moving slowly, trying not to do things to quickly. Catherine's eyes opened wide with this new pleasure. Julie started to get quicker with her tongue and eventually Catherine was panting and squirming like a dog in heat. Julie put her lips around Catherine's swollen clit and started to suck and lick at the same time all the while her fingers working furiously inside Catherine's pussy. Juices were flowing out everywhere and Catherine was bucking wildly as if to get more of Julies tongue on her clit. Julie took out her finger, and slowly inserted another along with it. Julie continued to tongue Catherine's hard swollen clit and finger her, when Catherine started to somewhat panic and tried to move away from Julie. Julie knew Catherine had never had an orgasm before and didn't know what to expect but she still tried to keep her tongue working on her clit. Julie moved her fingers out of Catherine, and put them under her soft butt, trying to keep her in place. All of a sudden, Catherine let out a loud cry of pleasure as her whole body shook with a raging orgasm. Julie kept prodding her little clit as fast as she could and Catherine just kept cumming. Catherine felt every extremity of her body pulsate from this wonderful feeling and she kept moaning over and over. In about 5 minutes she stopped shaking and Julie moved back up towards Catherine's face. 

"What...happened to me?". Catherine asked, still slightly short of breath. 

"You had an orgasm". Julie said matter-of-factly. Julie was now extremely turned on after that experience, and Catherine had a feeling of what to do. 

Catherine flipped Julie over without saying anything and started to suck Julie's breasts, kiss every part of Julie. Julie was already moaning quite loudly. Catherine was totally excited about making Julie feel the way she just did. It may have been slightly premature, but Catherine went straight down for Julie's pussy. Julie stopped her though, and brought Catherine overtop her so she could access her as well. In the 69 position, Catherine bent over, and took her first smell and taste of a female. Without any experience, she was still able to make Julie moan and grunt in pleasure. She just kept working her tongue over Julie's large clit very quickly and occasionally putting a finger or two inside Julie's hole. In a matter of a couple minutes, Julie had 2 orgasms but the two girls kept working on each other for over an hour. They both were spent and drenched with sweat and love juices as they both lay down beside each other, stroking each other's face and hair and sharing in passionate kisses. 

"Did you like that sweetie?" Julie asked with care. 

All Catherine did was gently pull Julies glowing face towards hers and kiss her and they both knew this was something that was special.



A First Time...For Everything



Jonathan and Rita had first crossed paths over the internet; a gaming site both favored providing the introduction. They shared a love of writing, of words and they exchanged tales, stories all which finally led to their meeting.

He traveled to her for the first time, a stranger in a strange land but the lady who greeted him upon his arrival made him feel as if he had finally come home. She was a kindred spirit, a kind soul, one filled with a passion for life and its mysteries. He was smitten and in only a matter of days knew he had found that which he had sought for a lifetime.

Their passion was shared, their love quickly blossoming and as the weeks progressed they explored each others bodies with a kind, almost gentle touch, both wishing only to please the other. Their own desires secondary to the needs of their new found partner.

It was only one day when Jonathan was straightening up the small flat they called home that he came across one of the stories, his tales which he had shared with Rita, a slight smile playing on the corner of his lips. As he looked down upon the words printed there, his eyes took in several chapters, each highlighted, each detailing a specific desire, clues leading him down a particular path.

His smile grew wider, his mind reflective, remembering subtle hints, small movements, body language expressed but he had been so enthralled in her presence that he had not given them proper respect. Now perhaps though was the time to remedy that.

It was Friday afternoon when Rita was summoned to the receptionist desk for a delivery. A bit puzzled she looked upon not one but two separate offerings. One a vase, filled with "favorites", the two types of flowers she and Jonathan had discussed one day, the smile radiating on her face, the explosion of colors and scents filling the room. She noticed quite a few of her fellow co-workers milling about, each of them trying to get a better look, trying to appear nonchalant in their actions though not succeeding. There had been talk of this mysterious "Jonathan" but no sightings as of yet.

It was only when she opened the card attached to the flowers that Rita felt her heart skip a beat. Her fingers trembled slightly as her eyes read, "I think it's time we took things to the next level my pet. I would suggest privacy when you open your other surprise." It was signed Love, Jonathan.

It was moments later to the chagrin of those trying to watch that she shut the door to her office, putting the flowers down on the desk and then turning her attention to the package before her. She had several questions posed to her as she had made her way down the hallway but their only answer was a smile, her mind, her attention elsewhere. Sitting down, she pulled a letter opener from the desk drawer and opened the box, the first thing catching her eye was several sheets of paper sitting atop quite a few separate parcels. 

The top pages she recognized immediately, the story, the highlighted chapters, the hints she had left out in prominent view. The tale had been one of a young woman in search of submission and the story of the man she had found who introduced her down the path of her desire. She had drawn attention the words she had read over and over for days on end over so many lonely nights. She closed her eyes for a minutes, her body awash with the feelings his words had over her.

Finally, with a sigh, she turned the pages over until she came to one different from the others, this one written in a mannish scrawl and her eyes grew wide at the visage before her. "Hello my lovely, I have an assignment for you. In the boxes within are items I desire that you wear, you will change prior to leaving your work tonight and you will go directly to 1222 Harding Lane at precisely 8 p.m. tonight. There is a store there called "Guilty Pleasures", you will enter and you will go to the back of the store where against the wall you will find their fetish wear department. You will wait until the proper time and then you will meet a stranger, one who will change your life...forever. Do not fail me Rita." It was signed Lord Jonathan.

She stood there, her entire body shaking, a soft moan escaping her lips, remembering how she had at one time told him of a desire and he had granted her the wish along with a vessel to live out her fantasy. Her fingers shook as she picked up the first parcel, opening it and with eyes wide open began to lay out, the various items within.

It was precisely at eight that evening that she found herself in the rather high scale boutique. Her eyes grew wide as she gazed at the one piece leather cat suit on the mannequin before her. She reached out her hand to touch the material only to jump she heard a voice behind her speak, "You can tell a great deal about a person by what department they find themselves drawn to here."

She turned quickly to take in the sight of her lover, though in a different light from what she had seen in the past. The shirt was silk, victorian in time, the cuffs ruffled, a poet shirt she thought she had heard it called. The color a dark red, almost bloodlike, the pants black, the boots worn yet the same in color. He began o circle her as is surveying his prey, perhaps pondering his own purchase. Her breathing quickly became rapid, her pulse elevating, her head looking down, her eyes betraying her arousal.

His voice was soft, almost hypnotic in tone as he stopped behind her. His breath warm on her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. "Take yourself for example, dressed as you are in pure white. This is your first foray into this world though based on the way you were looking at garment the desire is strong in you, is it not?"

She could only stand there, not trusting her voice in reply as he went on to say, "For some they can go their entire life and not experience the feelings which even now are coursing through your body m'lady. I can show you, teach you how through your submission you can experience pleasure beyond your wildest dreams, your most decadent of fantasies."

By now her body was trembling, her mind lost to his words and the feelings they were invoking. His voice now if at all possible turned even softer, tinged with a kindness, like that which she had loved hearing from the moment they had met just a scant few weeks before. Her heart was touched to hear, "I would show you all this my beauty but even more I would swear never to bring you harm, my desire is your pleasure, not your pain. I would rather suffer that than to know I had caused you to, this I swear. All I can ask is for you to trust me, please?"

A subtle movement, a quick nod as his heart soared and he quickly once again began to resume his part in the play. "What is your name my beauty?"

Her voice was filled with emotion though only a single word was whispered, "Rita".

His too was softly spoke but the implication quite clear. "A lovely name for such a lovely woman. Well Rita, you must make a decision at this time. You can either follow me out the door and have all your questions answered or you can watch me walk away, left to wonder for all time what might have been. The choice is yours." He began to walk away only to stop and turn to say, "Oh, and the proper response to the question I asked in the future is one of two my beauty. You should reply Rita M'lord or Rita...Master."

With that he strode confidently past her, listening closely, suppressing a smile as he heard her heels following closely behind him. Seconds later they were out into the evening air as he held the door of the waiting cab for her and they were off.

The ride was a short one, the destination a familiar one, the flat which the two of them occupied. They disembarked but as they came to the front door Rita heard him say, "Turn around my dear." She looked to see him reaching into his pocket as she hesitated for a brief moment. "Very well my pet but know this each time you question my authority or my decisions there are consequences to your actions. You will receive a punishment, perhaps the kiss of the lash against your bare skin or something even harsher. I will allow you this one transgression because your are new but this is your only one. Now, turn...around."

Her body know was engulfed in the fire of his words, spoken so softly yet said with such conviction. Her fantasy in full flight and she simply allowed herself to act out that which she had played out in her mind time and time again as she had read his tales. She turned and seconds later felt the silk scarf cover her eyes, tied gently behind her head and she was thus, blindfolded.

"Take my hand Rita" and she did, meekly, the steps familiar to her but never under such circumstances, wondering where they might lead. Into the flat, the door being locked and then she being lead down the hallway to the master bedroom, the door opening, closing and his voice saying, "Do not move" as she stood there, waiting, wondering.

He was back at her side moments later, his hand reaching up to remove the scarf from around her eyes and when she reopened them she did so to a sight of a bedroom transformed, the only illumination the dozens of candles alit, flickering shadows, silhouettes of her and her lover playing against the walls, the bed laid out in preparation for a night of decadence. It was the addition of a hook directly above her though hanging from the ceiling, a short chain, fur lined restraints hanging from the end which drew her gaze and caused the sensation in her stomach, a fluttering of butterflies turned loose.

Jonathan stepped behind her, the sound of the zipper to the white linen dress being brought down and seconds later the garment lay in a puddle at her feet and he took in the sight of the lovely creature, dressed as he so desired from the package which he had sent to her employ. The vision was indeed attired in white, the lace bra and panties, the garter belt and stockings, the heels which adorned her feet. The crowing touch a ribbon of white lace which encircled her neck, tied in a bow in the back as she had been instructed.

Her still clothed lover once again circled her, purveying the object of his desire, watching as once again her eyes were lowered, her hands clasped in front of her as he finally stopped directly in front of her, taking his hand and gently lifting her chin so that her eyes were forced to meet his. Her gaze was a bit clouded, he knowing she was captured by the spell of the evening, one he was eager to enforce and thus he spoke again saying, "It is only in submitting to the desires of another that one can truly experience the freedom of allowing your body to let go, to undergo pleasure in it's purest form my dear and you are about to partake of that more intoxicating than any drug or drink. Let us begin."

Stepping once again behind her his voice whispered in her ear saying, "Tell me Rita, are you familiar with the term sensory deprivation?" Before she could answer the blindfold was once again in place, a gasp escaping her lips as her vision was once again taken but he was not finished, the sound of the chain in the ceiling being lowered and she felt him take one wrist and capture it.

Both hands were now locked away, the sound of the silver bond being pulled along with it her arms as they were lifted to the ceiling, a fantasy long awaited but now coming to fruition and she felt her body respond, to her amazement, without even a touch. Finally her hands were pulled taut, her arms pulling at the bonds but they were unforgiving, she was a prisoner, a vision which brought fire to his eyes and desire...to both of them.

She felt him as he stood directly in front of her, his presence so close though she was unable to touch him. Another gasp, almost a scream as she felt hands now encased in worm leather gloves begin to slide over her skin, the feeling like none she had ever experienced before. "Sensory deprivation my pet is when you lose one or more of your senses, such as you've done here with your sight and ability to touch and the other senses such as what you're experiencing right now take over. They magnify themselves to try and compensate for the loss of the other, making each movement so much more intense, don't you agree?"

His hands roaming all over her body, touching, feeling, coming so close to those places which she most desired yet never quite...finishing caused her breathing to become ragged, soft whimpers escaping her lips as her need grew quickly, the flames of arousal being fanned into a roaring blaze only to be denied. She felt the cold steel, the touch against her skin and she issued a brief scream, a shriek as she heard him say, 'Don't move my pet, the blade is sharp and we would not wish for it to slip now, would we?"

Seconds later the bra and panties had joined the dress on the floor and he felt his own mind relinquish control to his body and its needs, his mouth capturing her breast, sucking at the nipple, her back arching in reply, the skin so soft yet quickly growing so hard, his mouth ravenous. His arms drew her in close to his body, she unable to see, to return the touch, only able to experience and he was right, the feelings were so much more intense as he continued to play her body like that of a virtuoso. 

His hands slid down her body until they and his mouth found themselves on his knees, his mouth now reaching out to capture her, a tongue reaching out and with a sigh of his own tasting that which he so desired. Once again she could not stop the reaction of her body, his mouth finding her most secret of places, reaching in to find the center of her pleasure and capturing it as he had her, demanding, wanting, needing and as she felt the first wave of her orgasm begin to arrive she wondered if perhaps this might be what madness might feel like.

It hit her like a tidal wave, the crest of pure desire striking the shore only to be followed by another, each wave taking her higher and higher as he was incessant, not allowing her to take even a breath, her desire his only need, for now. Freed from the shackles of another, only responsible for her own pleasure his words once again rang true, her body a vessel of pure desire, the feeling an intoxicating one, one which she knew she must feed on and she surrendered to it as well.

He held on to her, his hands holding a body which flailed away, lost in it's own release and he reveled in the fact he had brought her such, knowing how much he truly wished for her to know his love. He could only imagine that which she was experiencing but as she finally began to calm he was not yet done, she needed, she deserved more and more was what she would have.

The chain was lowered, a hand on her shoulder gently pressing down until she found her knees. A hand in her hair, a quick pull, not painful but the intensity arousing as she heard as if from a distance saying, "Now my beautiful Rita, you will show me your thanks for that which I have given you." She felt his hardness against her lips, her mouth opening to give him that which he now required. 

Rita had provided Jonathan with pleasure like he had never known before, her gift to him, her mouth and he felt the familiar stirrings in his stomach as she bathed his cock in the softness that was her mouth, her tongue encircling the head, drawing him in deeper and deeper. He had lost himself in her time and time again, her talent for giving such pure pleasure amazing, the look in her eyes as she had done so in the recent past telling him she knew of her talent and was happy in doing so. But tonight was different and he forced himself to focus, to not allow things to come to their natural conclusion as he had one more surprise in mind for the beauty on her knees before him.

He had never been able to resist her charms before so she was surprised when he freed himself, a long drop of saliva escaping her lips, splattering across her bare chest as she gasped, the bonds which held her being quickly freed, only to once again recapture her, this time with her hands behind her back. The chain was pulled upward forcing her to bend at the waist and with that once again she cried out, this time though as his cock with a single thrust buried himself in her, his hands on her hips from behind and began to take his pleasure.

It was pure, animalistic lust, two meeting as one, the sound of his body slapping against hers, each meeting the others thrust, each of their needs. He knew after the pleasures of her mouth that he would not be able to last for a long time but he truly desired for her to join him, his hands reaching underneath her to begin to fondle at her breasts once again, pulling at her sensitive nipples, demanding her pleasure and her cries answered in reply. 

He felt it, his mind surrendering, his need overcoming his own careful planning and his body simply took control, furious in its pace and with that he felt her own shudder, the precursor to that which his now began. With a cry they both joined as one, their bodies exploding together, dancing in the candlelight, each giving of themselves until they were still.

Jonathan freed himself, his own legs a bit unsteady but as Rita hung there he could see her body nearing exhaustion and he quickly moved to free her. The bonds undone her body simply slipped into his arms and he picked her up, a soft smile playing at the corner of her lips as he carried her tenderly over to the bed, her body warm against the cool sheets, a sigh escaping as he laid her down.

Moving over, he lay down beside her, his hand reaching up to undo the blindfold, her eyes shining as they came into view, a combination of lust and love greeting him and his heart warmed to see such, his own smile kind in reply as she quickly moved into his arms and he held her closely. "Mine m'lady, now and forever...you are mine" and she lifted her head in reply, her eyes shy in response, her voice softly saying, "Yes m'lord...I am yours forever...Master."

THE END...FOR NOW.



A First Time For Everything



It was late - later than I'd meant to be out. 

I checked my watch, knowing I'd get the lecture of a lifetime when I got home. Why shouldn't I? It was ten o'clock on a school night, and I was still an hour from home. 

The bus should have been here by now. I'd been waiting here for half an hour already. If my parents had gotten me a cell phone, I'd've been able to call for a ride. 

No such luck. 

A bus stops on the street perpendicular to the one I'm on. It was headed westbound from the college. I had ridden that bus line from beyond that point to get here. As I watched, a guy not much older than me got off the bus and made his way across the street - toward the bus stop where I sat. I immediately pulled one of the headphones out of my ear - he was kinda cute. Maybe he'd wanna talk. 

No such luck. 

He stood a bit away from the bus stop. Disappointed, I went back to using my music to keep my mind off the ass-chewing I was going to get when I got home. I must have started singing loud enough for him to hear it, because he moved closer. 

About ten minutes later, a bus finally pulled up. I swiped my bus pass and headed for a seat in the back, which was emptier (and better for me singing). The guy from the stop - dark hair, thin face, medium height, friendly smile, hazel eyes - quickly looked away from me as I made eye contact. 

Suddenly, all I could hear was love songs. A few stops down the road, the guy got up from his seat and moved toward the back. The bus was almost empty now. He sat in the seat right in front of me, and I kept singing. He turned and smiled at me again - friendly, but a little mischievous. I suddenly realized that my luck was better than I thought. 

I smiled back at him. He got up and moved back another row to sit with me. He leaned into me and whispered in my ear, "My stop is the next one." I wanted to groan - there was no way I could get off with this guy and make it home before midnight. 

No such luck? Ha. It was my stop, too. So I got off the bus when he did, which made him smile more. 

My blood began to rush. I knew what happened when guys hit it off. I'd been in a similar position once, when I'd gone to a friend's house and... I shook my head to keep myself in the present. This guy was way hotter than any friend I'd been with. And he was probably a college student, too. 

"How old are you?" I asked him. 

"Twenty. Twenty-one later this month, though." His smile took on a littler nervous quality as we walked. "You?"

"You're not gonna walk away, are you? I just turned eighteen last month." His nervous expression deepened a little, but he saw the look on my face - passion and excitement, barely restrained. There was no need for restraint. 

"We can't go to my place. My parents..." He began. I nodded, muttering, "Same." We walked past a dark alley - the only way someone would see down it is if they shined a light. And it was much too narrow for a car. We both knew the other was thinking that, and ducked into the shadow together. 

First, our lips met. His face was rough, rougher than I'd guess by sight. He had some stubble on him. My cock instantly stiffened. I pulled him close to me so he could feel it against him. He pulled away a bit - not resisting, trying to drop to his knees. When I realized this, I let go. Down he went, unzipping my jeans in the same motion. My six erect inches sprang out, only to be hidden instantly by those lips, still twisted in that mischievous smile. 

I fell backward, luckily into a wall mere inches away. I shuddered with the pleasure of it - this guy was no amateur when it came to sucking dick. I would bust soon if he didn't - didn't - I forced him off as he got me closer to the point of no return, then grabbed his shirt by the collar and pulled him to his feet. 

I turned his head sideways and kissed his neck, feeling his stubbled cheeks against my smooth ones. My self control vanished in that instant, and I followed his example, dropping to my knees. I was a little less graceful about unzipping his pants, and his dick was a little less willing to simply leap unbidden into my mouth. 

Not because it wasn't hard. Not because it wasn't ready for my warm, wet mouth. Because it was huge. I had to undo his belt and unbutton his jeans to get the room to pull it out, and my god! This guy was hung! I grabbed his cock by the base, admiring it in the shadows. My tongue started where the hand was, then licked all the way down his shaft to his head. His circumcised head was beautiful to me, enrapturing. 

I opened my mouth as wide as I could, covering my teeth with my lips. He was so big, it probably was still a tight fit. I stroked his shaft while I sucked, going as deep as I could. With the other hand I stroked whatever I could reach - his hairy calves, his muscled thighs, the hand that touched mine as I tried to deepthroat his cock. Then I slipped my hand under his shirt and stroked his abs - abs! I had never seen abs in person, much less felt them! I was tingling all over, sucking and licking and stroking and rubbing. 

His hand touched mine again, taking it from his happy trail up to his relatively hairless pecs. My hand wandered, finding the thick hair of his left armpit before moving back to my left to find his nipple. I tweaked it gently as I sucked and stroked his thick, juicy meat. He moaned, kind of a shuddering gasp. 

"I'm gonna - I'm about to - OH!" He gave a powerful grunt and his back arched. I pulled away from him, but stopped pulling away while he has still in my mouth. I wanted to taste every drop. He unloaded on me, too. My mouth filled with a thick fluid that was somewhere between a creamy sweetness and bitter musk. I moaned, only now realizing that one of my hands - the right one, having withdrawn it from his chest - was furious pumping away at my own cock. I leaned my head back, swallowing the mouthful quickly before he forced his cock back in my mouth as another sudden squirt came from his delicious head. 

Then he looked down and realized I was jerking off, too. "Oh, no you don't," he said, standing me back up. He gave me the same treatment I'd given him at first (modified for my smaller size), except I felt his stubble scraping at my cock in the most excruciating, exquisite euphoric pleasure I had ever experienced. I moaned so loud, he knew what was coming. He dove onto my cock, swallowing it down to the base. He went up and down my shaft, but I told him not to, it was too much, I was - "Ohhhhh," I moaned, "No, never mind, don't stop." 

And then I burst, filling his mouth my own cum. He squeezed the base of my dick and pulled toward my head as he pulled it out of his mouth, forcing every last drop onto his tongue as he did so. 

I leaned against the wall as he stood, and he kissed me again, his breath tainted with the musky, faintly salty smell of my cum. "That was awesome," he said. 

I nodded my agreement. 

"You gotta cell phone?"

"No." 

He pulled a pen from his pocket and a slip of paper from his wallet, which he then wrote on. "There's my cell phone number and my email address. Hit me up sometime, I'd like to see you at my birthday party in a couple weeks. Or maybe just you and me for the after party." That mischievous smile. I was sold. 

"Yeah," I say, my face a lopsided grin. "Maybe again before that, too."

"Absolutely. I'll see ya around."

"Yeah," I repeat, a little starstruck. "Take care." 

I walked back toward the main street after zipping back up, then ran for it as the bus approached. I checked my watch again - just after 11. I was still going to get my ass chewed, but at least it was worth it.



A First Time For Everything



Author's note: I did this for the pleasure of revisiting Veranon's past. I will do this from time to time for my own enjoyment and to give some glimpses into what makes him... Him. Usually, these will be short novellas of fewer than 15k words and are completely optional in most cases. Often, they may just be sex romps. They will invariably be m/m erotica. Enjoy! P.S.: This one does contain m/m incest.

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A First Time For Everything

They were beautiful, those nude men with their glistening flesh and wet hair. They splashed carelessly, sometimes erotically, their gleaming bodies sliding seductively against one another in the shallow water of the calm lake. Veranon watched from the water's edge, his eyes on their bodies and his mind someplace else. He wanted to play with them, touch them but he was unsure, frightened even, that they would reject him.

Not long ago, he'd had a terrifying encounter with a woman, a young elf who tried to deflower the skinny young Forest Elf and in her haste, forgot how shy he was. Veranon thought he could go through with it and even found her body curvaceous and delicious to the eyes, her large breasts and erect nipples tantalizing, but even they had little impact on his libido. In frustration, she tried stroking his cock to hardness but nothing she did worked. Then she thrust his fingers into the wet opening between her thighs and he found himself utterly terrified. His cock not only grew more limp but he suspected his balls may have retreated as well as he fled from her, hearing her mocking him as he bolted down the path with his pants held tightly to his groin. He did not want a repeat of the prior performance, especially not with any of these men, who would far less kind than she had been.

Cringing from the memory, he did not hear the approach of the man who came up behind him and smacked his newly branded shoulder. He winced with the sudden pain that lanced across his back and up his neck and shot an accusatory glare up at his long-haired half brother, who was naked as the men splashing in the water in front of him. "What the fuck, you ass?" Veranon demanded hotly. He was branded only yesterday upon completing his adulthood tests so they were scabbed over and quite raw. There were two markings: a fox's black paw print on the back of his right shoulder blade and another one on his left hip, just above his hairless groin. Healing them with magic, he was told, would erase them and if that happened he would have to be rebranded.

He was not about to be rebranded. Branding meant scorching metal pushed into his delicate skin, pigment added to the wound and searing pain like nothing anyone could ever dream of in their worst nightmares. Veranon was not fond of pain, at all.

Thal laughed at his brother's insulted frown and shook his long , wet mane, showering the younger elf with droplets of cold water. "Don't be pathetic, Veranon. You're an adult now, or so you've convinced those who tested you. I remain skeptical, especially since your body remains pure as new snow. So..." Thal's dark eyes followed Veranon's original line of sight and he smiled wickedly. "Do you like what you see, brother?" he asked as he dropped himself by Veranon's side.

"I don't know. I don't think I'm allowed. Valensoril says that someday I will marry a girl from out-clan, the daughter of another clan leader but..." Veranon's voice trailed off as he caught sight of Thalizar's impressive cock with its tattooed shaft and large, thick head. He quickly looked away, his cheeks flushed.

"Veranon, you're attracted to cocks. Admit it! You couldn't follow Valen's wishes any more than I could." Thal leaned back to expose his body to the sun. He was more than aware of the effect his naked, well-muscled form had on his younger half brother even though it unnerved Veranon immensely.

Basking in the heat of Veranon's discomfort, he smirked and pulled on his cock a few times to stir an erection for Veranon's sake. The young elf blushed furiously and looked away again. "Go ahead... I know it intrigues you... Look, brother-mine. See it. Touch it if you like..." Thal whispered seductively into Veranon's scarlet ear, his lips close enough to touch, his breath hot enough to ignite a fire.

"You are sick! No! Never will I-I..." Veranon rose from the warm grass and stormed off, insulted by the laughter that followed him.

"Never say never, Veranon! The final words of failed resolve in my line of business," Thalizar laughed behind him as another man flopped down beside the older elf's body, taking Veranon's place. It both relieved and infuriated the younger brother since his attraction to Thalizar made life in his company difficult at times.

He ran hard and fast, his bare feet smacking the soft ground with each forward lunge. He had to escape Thalizar's laughter but it followed him in his mind long after his ears had left it behind. He was embarrassed, flustered and dismayed by his own body's betrayal of his desire when he thought of Thal's erect penis. It was a glorious, thick thing, perfect for holding, for sucking... For everything. He wanted it badly.

Yet allowing Thal the pleasure of proving he was right would not do. The torment would never end!

Veranon found his mother's modest habist, a small hut-like structure his fellow ground-dwelling elves made from branches molded and shaped by skilled hands and covered with animal skins and fan leaves. Magic fused it all together into one solid unit that grew with the forest around it. Alainala's habist was so overgrown with flowers and twisting vines that it resembled a small faerie mound. Veranon, by virtue of his recent success in passing his test, was now permitted his own habist, which was, unfortunately, still being built. This meant, of course, that he still had to live with his mother until the roof was sealed by nature and skins. He loved her but...

She was clan leader and strangely unsettling. She was, in a word, complex. Beautiful as a valley lit by the moon, dangerous as a stormy sea, serene as a gentle snowfall and wise as a sage, Alainala was everything an elf could be and more. She was approachable to all save her wary son, who found her overbearing and far too personal for his comfort.

Still, he really did need to talk to someone.

"Mother-?" He called as he parted the curtain and peered inside the dwelling.

"Back here in the book room, my love. I found you some tomes you need to read," Alainala called as Veranon entered the short hall. She poked her head out from the tight space she used as a tidy storage for her books and scrolls, her long, pale hair thrown over her delicate shoulder and looped around her arm. She smiled initially as she spotted him before fixing him with a raised eyebrow, her delicate head tilted slightly. "Kitling? You look... Disturbed. Are you well?"

He threw himself into a heavy, leather chair, the only piece of actual furniture (besides book shelves, book tables and book stands,) in the room, and sighed. "He did it again!" Veranon spat.

With a slight smile tugging at her ageless lips, Alainala walked over to perch her tiny bottom on the edge of the chair's arm. "Who did what, kitling? Mind reader though I am, still, unless you drop your mental shields, I cannot help you."

"Thalizar, mother! Thalizar! He-he messed with me again, implied I like men, offered to let me touch him!"

His mother gazed down at him thoughtfully for moment before she smiled and asked, "You don't like men, love...? I don't understand what the problem is... That Thal approached you in a sexual manner or that you found yourself wanting it?" She cut to the bone like a butcher with heavy blade. He cringed.

Veranon started sputtering at her in shock. "Mother! How could you condone this from him? He is my brother!" He emphasized "brother" with a little whine in his voice that made Alainala smile fondly at an old memory of Veranon, as a child, running from Thalizar while wailing, "Mother, he's picking on me again! Make him stop!"

She maintained that sweet, thoughtful smile as she enfolded her long fingers in her lap. "Technically, yes, but only by half, my sweet. I don't believe I am condoning his advances as much as refusing to condemn them. You know my feelings concerning consensual sex; 'to each their own and enjoy it however, with whomever, they please, as long as there is mutual consent.' Besides, I cannot say I blame him. You're beautiful, Veranon, and he knows this. We all know this."

His cheeks were flushed redder than his bright, red hair and he looked away shyly. "Being attracted to your own blood is wrong, mother," he muttered darkly.

"Why is that, kitling?"

"Because it is! There should be no reason why. It just... is."

"Human belief, Kitling, not ours in the clans. I am curious, however... By whose moral standard, my love? Yours? Certainly not your mother's! Perhaps your father's but Valen has never been especially open-minded about things. Are you saying you are like him, now?"

Veranon bristled at the veiled insult in her words. Alainala knew Veranon detested his father and suggesting even a remote likeness was a virtual slap in his face. Cheeks flushed with embarrassment and anger, Veranon rose from the chair and shot her a pained look. "I am nothing like Valensoril!"

"Then stop talking like him, kitling." She sighed and laid a gentle hand on his shoulder with a sweet smile. "Perhaps it is time you explored your sexuality a bit, yes? Find out what attracts you, whether it is a thick cock or firm breasts, and then go for it. I lost my virginity long before I was your age, you know."

The last thing he wanted to hear about were his mother's sexual exploits. He rolled his eyes and looked away. "Thank you, mother," he sighed sarcastically.

"I am only trying to help, Veranon," Alainala said softly as she pulled three books from the upper shelves, which she reached easily. "Your brother mocks you because you have made an easy target of yourself. You do know this, do you not? Perhaps he simply is trying to inspire you to decide to act."

"I'll not 'act' with him!" Veranon spat venomously. He took the three books from Alainala's long fingers and glanced down at them. "'An Historic Atlas of Rome.' 'The Assent From Crude to Refined France.' 'How the Scots Won the British Isles.' Why, mother?" her son whined.

"They're interesting. Read them. Maybe you will learn something useful within their pages. Is your home is completed, do you know? I asked them to install a bookshelf for you. Several, actually. You could put them on it if you like. If nothing else, they make for fine decorating." Alainala pulled her long, pale hair away from her path as she stepped out into the hall. She paused and fingered her nose for a thoughtful moment.

"Kitling, nobody can force you to do anything you do not want to do now that you have won your brands. I cannot force you into even mundane acts like studying. You see, eighteen is a special age, certainly, but eighteen and branded denotes true adulthood. It is rare for a child to be branded as young as you have been, you do know this, yes? It is admirable. Not even the great Valensoril can force you into an undesired marriage, as if I would allow it to begin with. Think on it. And do check on your habist, won't you?"

Veranon knew when he was being dismissed and now was such a time. Usually he was welcome, since, after all, her habist was his, too. For the time being, anyway. He took his books and walked down the hall. He paused before his bedroom but something drew his eyes to his mother's partially open door.

Within was a man, bound, gagged and tied to her bed with his legs spread wide. He stared in shock at the sight before blushing a deep crimson. "It's a cock, Veranon. A very stiff cock and I am about to wrap my lips around it. You really ought to try it!" Alainala quipped from behind as she pushed the door open. The elf on the bed waved his fingers at Veranon though he could move nothing else. Alainala's tone grew sharp as she barked, "Stop staring at my son, cur, and get ready for my whip. You've been very bad I hear!" She entered the room and slowly peeled away her long, shimmering gown as she walked. She was naked before she reached the bed.

Veranon did not see her take up the whip but he heard the strikes as they landed on the elf's thighs. Cringing, he clutched the books tightly to his chest, fleeing the habist and bolted for what would be his own charming abode. He hoped it was ready for him. He might have even prayed, had he had a deity.

He soon realized it was later than he thought, the sun a golden memory on the darkening horizon. Already, the sadistic sounds of night were replacing the innocent chirps and whirrs of day. Couples had descended upon shadowed alcoves for lovemaking and pleasures beyond Veranon's limited experience. He heard them rustling and moaning beyond his sight, something he was thankful for. Veranon was briefly distracted by the sight of two men sucking one another's faces, torsos and cocks pressed together right in his path. Blushing, he skirted them and wondered why they couldn't find a more private location.

He remembered the way through the lightly inhabited clan clearing he had to take, the winding ways and flowered walks that would lead him to his new home. Creatures of the night, frogs and chirring insects followed him on his way, adding an enchanted accompaniment to his pounding heart. Lightning bugs soon lit his path and danced joyously around him in their own sensual dance of pleasure, making Veranon smile in the cool breeze. This joining of bodies was one he could watch and enjoy without making him blush. It was almost enough to make him forget what his mother was going to do to that poor, bound elf who lay helplessly in her bed, or had done already by now. A part of him wanted to take his mother's place while the other sought escape.

When he finally arrived, he found himself standing before a habist that was still growing though it seemed mostly completed. Wisteria and jasmine bloomed among long tendrils of ivy and pale moonflowers. The aroma was intoxicating and he inhaled dreamily. He loved his habist-makers already for knowing his tastes so well. There was little doubt in his mind that his mother might have had a thing to do with it, as she had in many aspects of the lives of her clan. He was her son and the sweet, dimple-chinned favorite of the elders so he got almost everything he desired.

Happy to be home, he started to enter but stopped as he heard...something...odd...

...Moaning? Inside his incomplete house?

There were windows, several of them, Veranon knew. He just had to find the right one! Veranon ran from window to window until he chanced upon the one where the sounds were loudest. Clutching his books tightly to his chest, he raised himself onto his tiptoes and peered inside. The remaining light, a combination of waxing moon and waning sun, lit the room just enough to give Veranon a view of his brother unlike any he'd ever imagined. He quickly dropped down into a crouch, his eyes wide with shock. Had he seen what he thought he saw? Tentatively, he raised himself back up so that only his moss-green eyes and red-locked forehead cleared the sill. His eyes had not, in fact, lied to him.

Before him, on what would soon be his bed, Thalizar was face-down in a pillow, his back etched with glistening black lines and his long, midnight hair tangled in the hands of a man Veranon knew but didn't care care for. The other elf was slowly, powerfully, grinding his cock deep into Thal's ass as his teeth added additional impressions to Thal's pale shoulders. The black fluid oozed down his brother's neck and back, dripped onto the uncovered mattress, staining it. The scent was metallic, rich... The scent of blood. Veranon's stomach started to turn and he ducked back down, holding back the nausea that was coming. Rather than wince with pain, Thal leaned into it, moaning with pleasure. "Slow the fuck down!" the black-haired elf barked at his lover. "Make it last... And stroke my cock while you're doing it..."

"I can't divide my attention, Thalizar," the lover whined. Veranon briefly considered what his brother was asking and decided the request was not a difficult one. Grab and fuck, simple as that. He imagined it was him plowing his brother, his hand squeezing and jerking hard on the long, tattooed shaft and before he realized, his cock was as hard as those of the two men he was observing. Thal heard the sound of the books falling to Veranon's feet and started. The lover peered out the window and resumed his slow drilling into the assassin's fine butt with a shrug. "Nothing... Animals, probably," came the grunted response. "Stroke yourself. I'm too busy back here."

"Rennick, do as I say, now!" Thal growled.

"I'm tempted to go fuck your brother, Krae. At least he won't argue with me, weak as he is! He may be branded but he's still a boy, a very pretty fey boy, ripe for a good, hard beating and my stiff---"

Within the habist, Veranon heard Thal snarl, "Touch my little brother and I will kill you, dirt-eater! He's mine!" 'Mine?' thought the object of Thalizar's retort. His empathic gift did give him a strong sense of possession combined with anger from his half brother, something he'd felt before but thought of only as the elder brother being protective. He wondered if Thal really did lust for him and wasn't just teasing. His visits always seemed more for Veranon's sake than his own...

Rennick laughed loudly, mockingly. "Yours, Thalizar? Veranon is yours now, is he? Screwing him already, I see. I always wondered about you two. I see I wasn't---" Veranon didn't see the blow land but a grunt and a fleshy smack told him what his eyes could not show. Rage poured from Thalizar like heat off a brazier.

"Fuck you, Thalizar!" Veranon cringed and any attempts at pleasuring himself were dashed by the ensuing burst of violence in the bedroom. The sounds of a brief scuffle erupted followed by a thud and an indignant "Fuck!" as someone was shoved off the bed and knocked to the floor. Veranon suspected that someone wasn't his brother.

"I've had enough, Thalizar! If you want a submissive little cunt, fuck your brother or a woman. I won't let you dominate me," the other elf snapped. He snatched up his clothing and stormed off, seething.

Inside, Veranon heard Thal sigh and curse. Things had gone much worse than planned and Thalizar Krae was accustomed to having his way. He lit an oil lamp, which gave off a warm, flickering glow. "Veranon, you might as well come inside. Rennick is gone though I suspect he will be back. The promise of pain play is too much for him to resist."

Shyly, Veranon climbed into the window and leapt gracefully from the sill to the floor. "How did you know it was me?" He asked with a little tremor in his voice.

Thal stretched out naked in the center of the bed, which was easily large enough for two people. Veranon noted that it was plush, comfortable, human-made and expensive. It was perfect for him. Or would be if he could remove his brother from it.

Thal languidly rolled his dark eyes over in Veranon's direction and idly twisted a lock of black hair in his long fingers. "You have this nasty habit of empathically latching onto people you like. I can feel you when you are near as a result of it. So... Besides giving yourself a thrill, what were you doing out there?"

Flushed red with embarrassment, Veranon said, "This is my house, Thalizar. I heard noises..." Vaguely, he recalled his mother's books lying on the damp earth outside the window and promised himself he would retrieve them.

"Ah. You heard noises. Well, you've investigated and now you know what was causing them. At this point, you have two choices, Veranon... Either finish what that fool started or leave. I care not."




A First Time For Everything



His eyes wide, Veranon gaped at his brother's audacity. "This is my house! 'Tis you who should leave! The guest habist is for your use."

Thal sat up and stretched his long, muscular arms and torso. His body was hard, chiseled, etched with black tattoos and minimal hair that was concentrated around his thick cock. Veranon couldn't help but stare longingly, achingly at his brother's body. Absently, Thal scratched at the shallow cuts on his back with his slender fingers and muttered, "That bed is hard. This one is soft. Better for fucking."

"I... I had an experience with-with a maiden recently. It was bad. She made me touch her between her legs," Veranon confessed suddenly, unexpectedly. Thalizar gaped at him for a moment before rolling his eyes. "It was wet, smelled...odd. I couldn't get myself erect. She laughed at me, Thalizar. She laughed at me and said if I didn't get my cock up I would never be a true adult, even with my brands."

Thal fell back against the pillows with an irritated groan. "The point, Veranon! Get to the point!"

Flushing, Veranon fidgeted with his long, red-gold hair and said, "I, uh, think you may be correct about my, ah, sexuality. But I don't know how to know for certain without-without, um..."

"'Um?' Um-um what? 'Um-getting fucked by someone?'" Thal snapped in a mocking voice.

Veranon considered his reply carefully. He wanted Thalizar to be the one but he didn't know how to ask. The older elf was tricky, dangerous and just suggesting something like this could invite scorn or cruel laughter. "I... was thinking about it. Rennick seems interested in me... I thought, maybe, he might..."

The hand that grabbed Veranon's wrist was faster than the speed of a striking snake. It hurt. "Rennick wants to beat you senseless before he rapes your ass bloody, Veranon. That's his style of sex. If you think of going to him, he might kill you and I will not allow that to happen. Do you hear me?" Thalizar hissed through clenched teeth.

"You're hurting me..." Veranon gasped.

"This is nothing compared to the pain you'd be in if Rennick takes you. I like brutal sex, I enjoy being taken after a hard-won fight. It's a game that is not a game and it hurts and you bleed. You're phobic of both blood and pain. His way, my way, is not for you."

His wrist freed of Thalizar's strong grasp, Veranon said, "Then who would you suggest?"

Thalizar grunted and rolled over onto his stomach. "Nobody," he muttered crossly. "Heal my back, would you? The damn things itch and I want clean flesh when Rennick returns for the next round."

Biting his lip, the younger elf crawled onto the bed and looked down at Thal's naked back and buttocks, knotted with muscle and tattooed black against the pale skin. Thalizar's hair had begun to clot into the myriad cuts and bites on his body. He reached out and traced the wounds with his slender fingers, sealing them as they sent his weak healing magic into Thal's prone body. Veranon sighed with pleasure as the magic radiated from his fingers and was replaced by a heady euphoria that left him dizzy.

His cock was soon hard.

"I...I cannot experience this... Awakening... Alone, you know. I don't know who I am. I don't know if I am really attracted to men or if, somehow, I am attracted to... Nothing? I need to know! So, fine, Rennick is out of the question. Who, then? It's not as if I belong to anyone save myself. Whoever I lie with should be respectful and discreet. If it goes badly, I don't want to become the joke of the clan." By this point, the healing was done and Veranon was massaging Thal's shoulders and back absently, his hands gently kneading their way slowly down to his ass and back up to his shoulders. Thal moaned as he fought to stay awake under Veranon's ministrations. His massages were magic in their own right.

The older elf propped himself up on his elbow and peered through the curtain of his black mane at Veranon. He frowned. "You're serious about this...! What brought this whole thing on...? The girl you tried to fuck?"

Shrugging, Veranon pushed his brother back down against the plush mattress. "I'm an adult now. I have my brands. My hand should not be my only lover."

That sent Thalizar into a fit of laughter. "So you do know how to masturbate! There was a running bet among several of the elves in Valensoril's clan about your ability to please yourself. I am happy to say I've won."

"You didn't answer my question, fuck-head!" Veranon snapped. Indignant, the younger Krae drew his hand back and popped his older brother on the back of the head. Anyone else would have found himself sailing across the room but the assassin brushed it off with rare humor. Laughing, Thal rolled over onto his freshly healed back and slid his arms behind his head.

"Brother-mine, none of our clan will respect your privacy. You will be the butt of jokes, whispers behind cupped hands and before you knew it, your performance would be the newest gossip on every mouth. Why do you think I left? The fools gossip like washer-women with nothing to do!"

"Then who, gods damn it, is going to do it? I need this! I need to know where I stand!" Veranon cried as he grabbed Thal's wrists and held them tightly in his hands. Their faces were close, Thal's breath hot against his skin.

"You're trying to make me offer myself to you, aren't you? Because of what I told Rennick? I said that to protect you, you fool. Because we are brothers. No other reason." The words stung. Veranon dropped Thal's hands and pushed himself away, his head and his heart whirling. How had he misread what he thought were clear empathic signals?

"I-I see. Fine. I... I'm going to-to walk, right? Walk... I need air. I cannot breathe in here!" Staggering, Veranon found the window and launched himself through it as Thal rose from the bed, a bland expression on his face. He would have given himself to Veranon if he'd asked him to but the younger elf used women's tactics to get what he wanted and Thalizar did not play that game. It was shallow and indirect, Valensoril's effect on him after hours of useless training to strengthen Veranon's weak healing gift. It always had to be Valen's idea to stop the lessons so Veranon employed little psychological tricks to make his father think he needed a break.

The same tricks always failed on Thalizar, however. Veranon knew this yet his habits were ingrained. It was part of the reason his visits were often short but just long enough to ensure that Veranon was well and happy. He cared for his brother, perhaps more than he thought was healthy. If Veranon ever found out... The boy latched onto people like a leech, drawing the life out of them slowly. It was a fate Thal did not wish to face, especially since loving him would eventually hurt Veranon.

He sighed and looked out the window, feeling the cool breeze through his hair and listened to the sound of the night creatures all around Veranon's modest, yet wonderful, little home. The habist was away from most of the others, pleasantly isolated for a sense of privacy for Veranon's empathic peace of mind. It was as Veranon desired and it was perfect for him. Looking down, Thal saw three leather-bound books lying in the mossy earth at the base of the habist's wall. He climbed out through the window and gathered the boring tomes into his arms, wondering briefly why they were lying under the window before assuming that Veranon had been holding them while he was spying on Thalizar and Rennick. He decided to salvage them before opportunistic creatures helped themselves to the fine paper within the leather bindings.

As he pushed them through the window and started to follow them inside, he felt fear stab him through the gut like a cold knife. The sensation caused him to double over for a moment. Was Veranon projecting emotions? Someone certainly was and it felt nothing like Alainala's mind. It had to be Veranon! But why? He had left only moments ago. Then Thal thought about Rennick's mindset when he departed and how he might possibly return, eager for blood and hard sex. The thought sent a tremor of fear down Thal's spine. Rennick was jealous and angry. If he got his hands on Veranon...

The tall elf did not put his clothes on but bolted out into the forest, his long legs taking him in great strides over the across the forest floor. He could feel Veranon through his empathic bond and followed the undulating waves of terror until Thal found his younger brother, his body bent over a thick, fallen branch, his clothes shredded around him and his hands and ankles bound to one another so that he was helpless, unable to move. He was tightly gagged and Rennick was driving his finger into Veranon's virgin ass while he stroked himself into a hard erection.

The pale-haired forest elf grinned as he put a dab of lubrication, not nearly enough for a virgin male, onto the opening of Veranon's pink, puckered hole. The young elf was weeping, trying to struggle but losing against exhaustion. "Ah, you found us! He swore you would come for him. I had my doubts since you only care about yourself, Thalizar. But maybe we can do it together, hm? Give him the experience of a lifetime? I call first fuck, though...!" Rennick prepared to drive into his helpless victim but Thalizar stepped in and struck the would-be rapist hard across the face, snapping his head back and sending him sprawling.

Thalizar started to attack again but something about Veranon's head struck him as... Wrong. His hair, a brilliant golden, waist-long waterfall of sunset-reds was one of his many vanities, and his most prized. He was always doing crazy things with it, coloring it and fashioning it in different ways. Now it lay in hacked ruin, entire locks of it ripped from his oozing scalp and draped across Rennick's shoulders. The rest clung to Veranon's head in broken, blood-matted tangles or lay in glimmering strands upon the ground beneath him. Even in the moonlight, Thal could make out the bright color.

If fear had brought him to this place, rage barely kept in check prevented him from killing Rennic on the spot. A quick kill would have been too kind; Thalizar wanted him to suffer. This was his little brother. Annoying at times, perhaps, but beloved nonetheless. Nobody hurt his baby brother. 

Naked, unarmed, but boiling with so much anger he tasted it in his mouth, the froth of a pending storm within him. Rennick looked down at his knife, which was lying, covered in Veranon's blood on the ground. Thalizar saw it as well and lifted his lip in a snarl.

"Did you not hear me when I said that he is mine? I claimed him! You're taking what is mine, by rights, my flesh and blood as he is my brother. I told you that I would kill you if you tried anything..." Thal growled hotly as he stood over Rennick, who was wiping his bloody nose with the back of his hand.

The peace didn't last long. Rennick lunged fast and hard at his assailant, who grabbed him, used his momentum to flip him on his back. Thal then dropped to the ground, pressed his knee into the elf's sternum and bent his arm until the stocky elf beneath him was screaming in agony. Thal might have killed him. He wanted to kill him. But this was Alainala's clan and he owed it to the peaceful mother of his brother not to kill unless ordered to. He satisfied himself by snapping the elf's arm over his leg like it was a twig, his adrenaline adding unexpected strength.

Rennick's sobbing shrieks for help soon brought others to the small clearing. They spotted Veranon first and then saw Thal with Rennick gasping and choking on blood and snot and tears as he begged for mercy, over and over until his voice was harsh. He looked far worse than he was but he would live. For now. Outside of the clan, Thal decided the elf was wasted meat, a free kill that he would take for himself. He may not always appreciate Veranon's emotional ways but nobody caused harm to his brother, much less raped him.

The other elves quickly had the quietly weeping, injured victim unbound while another peeled away his torn, bloody clothing away from from his body. Veranon whimpered with each piece of fabric removed and clung to his rescuers as Thalizar watched. Part of him laughed at his younger sibling's weakness while the other wanted to drive a blade across Rennick's throat.

Alainala, roused from her bed garbed in gossamer silks and looking as fresh as dawn, arrived with a maiden carrying her long hair, her hands clasped before her. She noted her son, who was now wrapped in a blanket, his face red and tear-streaked, shivering but quiet as someone held him tightly. Her lips were tight, eyebrows drawn and her anger was held carefully in check. Thalizar was still kneeling on Rennick's chest, refusing to allow him even a glimmer of freedom. "Rise, Thalizar Krae, that I may look into Rennick's eyes," she ordered softly. Thal rose after a momentary hesitation and stepped aside warily. He was not unscathed, his nose bloody and his upper lip fat where Rennick's impact had crushed it against his teeth. Someone offered him a cloth, which he refused.

The serene clan mistress touched her fingers to Thalizar's lips and face before kissing his cheek softly. "Thank you, my son. Thank you." She then turned her serene gaze down upon Rennick's prone body. Her expression grew hard, dark, bitter. There is a saying among the clans that within Alainala Sevinnia, there lies a warrior as fierce as any sell-sword and power as dark as the most terrifying dungeon. Rennick realized he was in danger as the tall elf-woman ordered him hauled to his feet.

Thal jumped in and helped jerk him brutally into a standing position. "You can speak, yes? Of course you can... We heard you begging for mercy all the way at my own habist. We waited once I determined Thalizar had you contained... He is frightening, is he not? Believe me when I say that when I am done with you, you will beg for the mercy of Thalizar's killing blades. I am far more terrifying."

Rennick bobbed his head several times as tears flooded his eyes anew. "Don't let him kill me! Please!"

"Kill you, child?" Alainala laughed humorlessly. "Oh no... You deserve a much different punishment. You attacked my son. MY son! My heir and my flesh and blood. This was a week of celebration for him and yet you decided to make it into a nightmare. I want to know why! I demand an answer!"

"Revenge...my lady!" Rennick gasped as the elf-woman slid her delicate fingers under his chin, forcing his eyes on hers.

"For what?"

"Thalizar...! He-he acted like Veranon was his! I was mad. Jealous. I saw Veranon and I felt... I don't know. I just needed to do something about it. I've always wanted him but this time I snapped. I took him-"

"TRIED to take him!" Thalizar interjected. "I stopped him before he could rip Veranon's ass open. I knew he was capable of it but that he would cross me after my warning... Death is too good for this piece of shit. Humans do this to one another, not our kind."

Alainala nodded slowly, her eyes locked on the would-be rapist's face. "I agree with Thalizar... You do not deserve the peace death would offer. But you must be punished accordingly... An eye for an eye would suggest that you suffer as my kitling did but I am not so cruel as that. However, I do think you should feel what it is like to be raped. You see, I have touched many, many minds and healed the terrors felt by victims such as my son's- and far worse. A mind-healer gets no reprieve from these but must continue to hold them locked deep inside until someone does something horrific enough to deserve becoming a kind of repository for all the pain of so many minds I have healed. I have never found a worthy enough candidate...

"Until you."

Rennick tried to flee but Thalizar and the other elf held him tight. Thal even kicked his legs out from under him enough to upset his balance. "Please! No! NO! I beg you! Please, spare me!" he shrieked in terror as the serene elf-lady touched her fingers to his chin. Alainala ignored his cries as she fixed her gaze onto his, sent her mind deep into his. Within it, she planted the rape memories complete with the fears, the terrors and the madness of all the victims she'd ever healed. There were many, most of them victims of humans but none of them, until tonight, from her own clan. It was a brutal, and just, punishment.

When she was done, she sagged against her helpers and raised her eyes to look at her son. Veranon seemed so small, so vulnerable as he pressed himself against the elf who was holding him to his feet. "Kitling..." She walked to him on swaying legs, her fingers outstretched to touch his face lightly. With that tender caress went away his terror, his sense of defenselessness- and his guilt. "Guilt, my love? But why? This was not your fault! Never, ever blame yourself."

"Thalizar warned me..." he murmured softly as she gathered him into her arms. "He warned me. I didn't listen. I was embarrassed, hurt by things he said and my assumptions... I shouldn't have left."

"No, Veranon. Rennick should not have attacked you. He had no right. But now he will never hurt anyone again. Will you, Rennick?"

The elf stared back at her with wide eyes full of fear and horror of all the memories and experiences of victims healed in times past. "There is one more memory you must have... Veranon's. His will affect you especially powerfully, I think, as his memories involve yourself. The perfect solution... The rapist seeing himself on the verge of being raped by himself. I could tweak that memory to complete the act in your mind, but I won't. The greatest fear comes in the moments before." After she said those words, Alainala gave him the memories that had terrified Veranon most.

She smiled cruelly and murmured, "I told you that I am far more terrifying than Thalizar. Now you know why those who manipulate the mind are the most feared magic-users among us."

Alainala backed away as if she'd touched something foul. Rennick stared at her in raw terror. "You are to be branded on your face as an exile, no longer welcome in the Earth Walker clan, after your injuries have healed, mostly. Until the day you are gone, you are to maintain your distance from my son. If you so much as try to apologize, I will pay Thalizar an assassin's bounty to strike you down! Are we understood?" Rennick nodded slowly as Thal smiled, his bloody teeth and mouth lending him an especially deadly visage.

He sagged to the ground, where Thalizar and the other elf let him go. "I broke his arm, Clan Mistress," Thalizar admitted with a smile. "And his breastbone. Maybe some ribs..."

"An accident while trying to subdue him, I assume?" she asked with a slight grin.

Thal shook his head. "Oh no. The breastbone and ribs maybe but I enjoyed breaking that bastard's arm. I wanted to kill him. He's lucky."

She hugged him tightly. "Bad boy, Thalizar. I'm so proud of you." After pulling away with moist eyes, Alainala touched his nose with her finger. "I will fetch a healer for him to mend the broken bones. Sadly, our only healer at the moment is Veranon and it will take some days for us to retrieve one for Valen's clan. I do not think my son is in the mood to bind his injuries. I will do it myself... Later. After I get some rest. I am so...tired..." She yawned and patted Thal's high cheek with her fingers. "Take care of my son. See him to his bed, would you? Be gentle."

"Rennick is from Valensoril's clan... Perhaps we could return him to them, branded? I am certain you would find plenty of willing escorts. If you want him to make it one piece, however, I do not suggest sending me... He might have an unfortunate accident," Thal suggested with a lethal grin.

That made Alainala smile as she hugged him again. Then she sagged in Thalizar's arms as a wave of exhaustion threatened to take her off her feet. Veranon rushed to her side and she held her son tightly in her arms one last time before indicating to her assistants that she was ready to return to her habist. "I like it. Tavris, Atarin, escort Rennick to a guest habist and after breaking your fasts, escort him to Valinsoril's clan. Thalizar, take good care of my son, be close to him and be gentle. Be an older brother. Be anything he needs you to be. And thank you. I will reward you appropriately."




A First Time For Everything



Thalizar did not think he could be what Alainala was asking for but he did approach Veranon stiffly. "Come on. I'll... stay with you tonight. Can someone bring us some fresh clothing before morning? To Veranon's new habist? And bedding. The bed needs bedclothes." The young elf pressed against his brother and Thal reluctantly allowed the comforting embrace as he led Veranon back to his new home.

When they arrived at the habist, the oil lamp had dimmed and the moon was high in the midnight sky, sending shadows across the wall. Veranon limped inside and sat down in a plush chair with the blanket tightly wrapped around him. His hollow gaze was on the floor. Thal raised the lamp wick, chasing away the dark and sat in another chair. He wanted nothing less than to be anywhere else at the moment but promises made to Alainala were not idly made. If he left, she would never forgive him. "I could still kill him for you..." Thalizar offered. "For a fee, of course. Assassins do not come free." He did not intend the comment to be funny but Veranon looked up and smiled anyway. His face was badly bruised, his lip swollen. Had he fought Rennick?

"Did you really mean that I was yours and that nobody else was allowed to touch me?" Veranon asked shyly.

"I make no claims of ownership, Veranon. There is no collar or leash binding you to me. But... I don't want you hurt. I fear that your magic makes you vulnerable to becoming abused by some of them. You are no warrior. You're frail."

Veranon rushed to his feet and dropped the blanket behind him. He all but ran into Thalizar's arms and pressed his mouth against the older elf's. They struggled briefly as Thal tried to gently pry Veranon off of him. "No, Veranon! You're exhausted, vulnerable and emotionally tapped. It's been a terrible night for both of us. I'll tell you what I'll do... Let's just relax the next day or two and when you're of sound mind again, I will consider taking you... Maybe." It was the most gentle Veranon could remember Thalizar ever being to him. It was strange and nice to feel cared for.

The look on Veranon's bruised and swollen face was pathetic. There were tears in his eyes and Rennick had done horrible things to Veranon's long, soft hair. Thal brushed away the moisture on Veranon's cheeks with his thumb gently. In the dark outside, it had been impossible to see the extent of Veranon's injuries but now it was impossible not to see. There were defensive injuries on his hands and arms. Anger welled in Thalizar's heart.

His eyes moved down Veranon's tightly muscled body, noted the pale skin stretched tautly over muscles that were hard, well-defined but elegant. His body was not especially powerful but there was a grace coupled with a strength that could easily be missed by the casual observer.

This observer was missing nothing. He did not ignore the cut that slashed across Veranon's new brand at his groin, the cuts on his arms, legs and hands, the deep slash across his chest, which Veranon was working hard to mend. There was blood and skin under his fingernails as well as dozens of bruises and painful welts. His back was caked with dried blood, dried spit, teeth marks and more bruises. Hand prints were clearly visible all over his body, especially his ass.

If Thalizar had been furious before, he was now in a seething rage like nothing he'd ever known. Veranon cringed fearfully as Thal's expression remained cool while his emotions created a firestorm within him that the young elf could sense.

"Did you put up a fight, Veranon?" Thal asked stiffly.

"I did. I hit him, bit him. It is why he tied me over that branch; I was making things very hard on him. He overpowered me, though. I did knock his front tooth out and I scratched the shit out of him. He tried to stick his cock in my mouth and I started to bite down. He didn't like that." Veranon explained with a smug grin of satisfaction, arms crossed proudly.

"I see. Well... Good. Let's get you cleaned up. You smell like blood and dirt and fear... And worse. he may have pissed on you. Ugh. Let's see if this place has a functional bathroom yet, shall we?" Thal was pleased to find that the bathroom was better than functional. In the ways of the thorough elves of Alainala's unique clan, the bathroom had running water and was even furnished with a selection of soaps and shampoos. The tub, like the bed, was of human make, made of porcelain and marble. It was large enough for two, however cramped.

"In. I will not wash you, Veranon. You are a big boy. But I made your mother a promise, which I intend to keep." Veranon started to fill the tub as Thalizar continued to look him over. "I never noticed your body before, not really. You've begun to fill in. It's nice. Perhaps I could consider starting something between us... After you've rested and washed."

The young elf flushed pink and smiled shyly. Some odd, confusing emotion tugged at him, made him want nothing than the sensation of Thalizar's strong hands on his body. But his older brother was right; his body needed healing, his mind needed rest and his spirit needed peace. He couldn't help but feel himself grow hard under the weight of Thal's gaze.

Once Veranon was cleaned up and the blood and grime washed away, Thalizar watched as his naked brother slid under fresh sheets and laid back in the bed. His green eyes were wide as he asked, "You're going to stay, aren't you?"

"That is the plan. I promised Alainala and I will not betray her trust." The older elf laid down beside his younger half-brother awkwardly and placed his arm over the slight body. Thal realized then that he should have bathed himself but decided it could wait. The boy needed him now and he would come first this once. After Veranon was better, after he was healed, then he could become more self-absorbed, more himself, than he was now.

Veranon slept that night and then slept most of the following day. Mind healing, like any kind of healing with magic, is as taxing on the person healed as to the healer. It wasn't perfect. But healing a fractured mind could save that person from terrors within themselves, bringing peace where once there was turmoil. In addition, he used his own meager healing gifts to slowly mend his torn flesh and soothe his aching muscles.

Yawning into the dim room lit by the late afternoon sun, Veranon awoke in the bed haphazardly made, wearing a shirt and nothing else with no memory of dawning one. His body was still sore, aching, and his fingernails were fractured. Something was wrong with his hair... Where was his hair? It was short, cropped to the scalp in places! He felt his head and, mortified by what he might see, he scrambled out of the bed in search of a mirror. He found one in the bathroom and stared at himself.

It was still very long but only in places. Rennick had chopped away at his vanity and left him unsightly. He was more annoyed than dismayed. Veranon touched his scalp and coaxed the follicles to push the new growth out much faster than it would grow naturally, using his power. Soon, his hair was down to his chest, as long as he could make it grow without fully taxing his energy. Any kind of healing left him spent, especially this kind.

After mending his scalp as much as he could, dressing himself and easing the appearance of his many bruises, Veranon walked back into the sitting room wearing soft, thin trews and his night shirt, open to show his pale chest, crisis averted. He was startled to see his half brother seated in a chair, one leg thrown over the arm eating a pear. "You fixed your hair mostly, I see. Your face looks better. You should eat! There's wine, meats, fruit, cheeses... Bread. How do you feel?"

"I'm fine, thank you."

"Good. I'll be leaving soon, another day or two. Maybe tomorrow. I just wanted to ensure that you were well before I left. Rennick is dead, by the way. He was found this morning, passed in his sleep... Or not. It was hard to tell."

"Was it you?" Veranon asked, his hands clasped before him. Thalizar ignored him and sucked down the rest of his goblet's contents with a shrug. Lying to Veranon was useless so ignoring him was the only option in a situation like this.

"Did you want to find out the answer to your question concerning your sexuality, Veranon, or did you decide to leave things as they are?" Thal asked impatiently, his hand reaching for the carafe.

Veranon snatched it and poured the cool, red liquid into Thalizar's outstretched goblet. "Nothing has changed, brother-mine. But now I know I want you for different reasons, reasons having little to do with my previously confused state. Rennick proved to me that though his approach was flawed, had he asked rather than forced me, I would have happily given in, though I dislike him as a person."

Thoughtful, Thalizar shrugged and swallowed his wine in one long draw. He then held out the goblet to Veranon expectantly, his eyes on the wall. "You seem to be handling your encounter better than I assumed you would. For some reason, I thought you would be in a fetal position, weeping inconsolably. Must have been Alainala's mind healing." He paused and shook the goblet. "Veranon... My wine?"

All his life, Veranon had played a timid, submissive counterpart to Thalizar's aggressive, protective, dominant role in his life. Never had he denied his brother anything. So, when he not only failed to refill the cup but plucked it away from Thal's fingers, the older man stared at him. Then Thal suffered further abuse at his brother's hands when the pear was removed from Thal's other hand. "What the...? Veranon...!"

The younger elf smiled and swooped into Thalizar's lap, straddling it with his thighs and planted his mouth firmly over his half brother's. This time, Thal wrapped his arms around the smaller body and returned the sweetly aggressive kiss. It was the only time Veranon had ever shown this side of himself and Thal was initially split on whether or not he liked it.

He soon decided he liked it, concluding that it was a surprisingly refreshing side to Veranon that Thalizar had not anticipated. Still, the young elf needed to learn about boundaries, particularly when it came to sex.

Feeling his temperature rise and his body swell in anticipation, Thal pushed Veranon back with both hands firm against the younger elf's arms. "Before you jump into your little seduction attempt, there are some rules. The first rule is that once you accept, there is no changing your mind. You become mine. Second, if you want this from me, you do what I say, as I say, no questions, no arguments, no balking. I teach, you learn. Period. Third, if at any point you displease me, I reserve the right to end it and never make the attempt again. Finally, this remains between us unless I decide otherwise. We are doing this only because I am curious and no other reason. You are pretty, brother-mine, and a virgin but that is the extent of my desire for you. Are we clear?"

Veranon nodded his head eagerly, sensing with satisfaction that Thalizar's interest in him went far deeper than even the older brother could fathom and remained perched on Thalizar's lap, his face bright with expectation. The older elf reached up and curled his long fingers against the back of Veranon's head then grasped a handful of the young elf's fine red-gold locks. He pulled him against his mouth in an open-mouthed kiss that wasn't painful but made Veranon wince with its intensity. Their tongues entwined, Thalizar roughly probing the younger elf's open orifice. He bit and nipped at Veranon's lips, which the young empath tried to emulate but struggled in the technique.

Then the kiss abruptly ended, taking Veranon by surprise as he was roughly shoved back again. "Did I displease you? I-"

"Shut up, Veranon, and take your clothes off. Stand still for me until I tell you to move. When I instruct you to do so, you will find me lubrication, do you understand?"

"Ah, doesn't it make more sense to fetch lubrication now, brother-mine? While I am clothed? Since I may have to seek it from elsewhere? I can assure you that I have none here."

Thalizar frowned and gestured towards the bathroom with his chin. "Your suppliers were thorough when they prepared your habist. I would check the cabinet under the basin... when I tell you to do so. Remove your clothes, Veranon. Now. And do not open your mouth again unless otherwise instructed or this is finished."

When Veranon reached for his shirt, Thalizar smacked his hand away and barked, "Stop! Don't remove your clothing like you're preparing for a bath! Slowly, tease me with your movements. Inch the shirt off your body, touch yourself. Seduce me!" Not that Thalizar especially wanted the show, still, if Veranon wanted to learn this was the best way. Besides, he enjoyed giving the young elf orders and seeing how he complied. Or of he could comply. It was his opinion that Veranon would not give up his virginity to him after the tasks Thalizar planned to put him through. It made him grin as he watched the shirt flutter to the floor after a particularly clumsy attempt at sensuality. At least he was entertaining.

Swaying his hips to a music only Veranon could hear, the young elf ran his hands over his body, the smile on his face showing that he was slowly beginning to relax, that he was having fun even. His delicate hands moved down his torso and slid along the sides of his growing erection. Thalizar felt his disinterest fade as he watched and he shifted in his chair for a more comfortable position. Perhaps Veranon was not as pathetic as he thought!

He wondered what compelled Veranon to turn around and present his small, tight ass as he continued to sway his body with a dancer's grace. The black-haired assassin then wondered when and how he'd become so hypnotized by the increasingly erotic movements of the younger elf's body despite his attempts to avoid it. He licked his lips as Veranon's pants slid down his thighs with his ass up in the air and his fine, virgin hole puckered and inviting him. The younger Krae's tight, small balls moved rhythmically between his thighs as he bent over so that his chin rested against his knees, granting Thal an extraordinary view of Veranon's naked backside. It was delicious to behold. He reached out and fingered the small, tight opening, his cock fully erect. It was too much, the temptation to take Veranon then and there almost overpowering him.

"Stop!" he said with more desperation than he intended. He wondered if he was addressing Veranon or himself, so lost in Veranon's body he'd become. "Undress me. Slowly. Make me want to take you. Convince me that I need to fuck you." Not that he needed much convincing at this point. Still, he needed to see how driven the younger brother was.

Veranon grinned, his eyes twinkled brightly with humor as he noted the large bulge in Thalizar's pants. The boy was learning quickly how to convey with his eyes what his mouth was forbidden to express. Frowning, Thalizar snapped, "My cock will take any man! You need to convince my mind, Veranon." The young elf smiled and stretched, his fingers running down his shaft in a long, languid caress. He was not especially long or thick but there was an elegant beauty to his cock that Thalizar found attractive. The head was proportional to the shaft and had a nice weight and curve he found appealing. There was a heavy bit of foreskin, which the young elf seemed shyly aware of as he rolled back the skin to expose the mushroom-shaped glans. It was pink, slightly glossy with a full rim ripe for licking.

After a bit of visual teasing, Veranon lowered his body and plucked at Thalizar's shirt, nibbling the buttons open one at a time. In between each nibble, he tasted the pale skin beneath and used his fingertips to tease the exposed flesh as he worked. Periodically, he would kiss Thalizar's lips, biting and sucking at them, using his tongue to playfully ignite fires Thalizar struggled to keep at a low smolder. Where had he learned these things? The boy was gaining a distinct edge, Thalizar decided with a frown. He needed to change the momentum before he embarrassed himself by ejaculating into his pants, something he'd never done nor ever would do. The young elf was talented, for certain, and instinctive in his pleasure-giving.

Before he could make his command or move himself, Veranon did something completely unexpected. Now that Thal's shirt lay on the chair, off his body, Veranon had begun his assault on the tight pants. They were open but rather than pulling them off as Thalizar expected he would, the younger elf was leaning over his crotch, perched up on his knees with his hands grasping Thalizar's thighs. His mouth was open and he was biting the bulge in Thalizar's pants! Biting it lengthwise and using his teeth through the tight leather to create the most delicious sensations. It was too much.

"Enough! No more... Stop! Stay on your knees."

Thalizar rose to his feet and pulled away his pants. He grinned wickedly. He still intended to bend Veranon over and fuck him but first, a challenge, a delay, to both extend his arousal and teach Veranon a thing about pleasuring men, something the picky young elf was not likely to enjoy. He bent over the chair, making himself comfortable, his ass high and right in Veranon's youthful face. "Lick my asshole, Veranon. Use your tongue to circle the hole, lap at it, tease it, all while using your fingers to probe it and stroke my balls. Be creative. Make it feel good."

There was anticipated silence and no action as the stunned, nay, mortified young forest healer likely sat on his knees with wide eyes. Doubtless Veranon would give up the game now that Thalizar had cheated. Ah well... It was fun while the boy was into it. He smiled with a sense of victory as Veranon hesitated. "You have permission to speak, Veranon. What's wrong?"

Veranon wasted no time as he began his panicked reply. "You SHIT out of that hole, you ass! You want me to lick it? Put my fingers inside it? Are you crazy?" The boy was practically sputtering as Thalizar listened.

"Are you saying, then, that we are finished here?" asked Thal smugly. "That you are incapable of pleasing a man? Because if that's the case, perhaps a woman is more your type. Men like ass, Brother-mine, which makes ass the ultimate test. They like it licked, and fucked and they like fucking it in return. It's not always neat and tidy and smelling like roses. It's dirty sex, plain and simple. If you don't like it, I'll fuck you and be done with this. I don't have time for your whining."

"I do but-but..."

"Lick it or we're finished," Thalizar ordered. For Veranon, as picky as he was and as new at this as he was, Thalizar knew the request was outrageous but he wanted to discourage Veranon from trying anything like this again. Teach him a lesson. Make him go elsewhere for his pleasures. Let him find a nice... The wet touch of tongue was so tentative that Thalizar didn't realize what he was feeling at first. The second one, a bit firmer and unmistakable, was bolder and teased the rim of Thalizar's well-plowed hole. For his amusement, the assassin passed gas right in Veranon's face and his left ass cheek received a well deserved slap that stung for several moments after the hand moved away. The tongue, however, remained in place. Both the erotically-charged swipe and Veranon's boldness impressed Thalizar greatly so he settled in to enjoy.

Not only did Veranon continue teasing and wiggling the firm tip of his tongue around Thal's dark opening, he plunged his fingers deep inside, sending waves of pleasure down Thalizar's spine. The boy applied pressure to the gland within his anus at the back of his cock, using his empathy (most likely) to perceive what was pleasing Thal the most. Indeed, the pleasure mounted the more and more Veranon played, even using his entire tongue to lick around, over and under Thalizar's sensitive hole. He even sucked his balls from behind, something few men in Thalizar's experience had done in life. The pleasure was exquisite. When Veranon pulled Thalizar's long, hard cock between his legs to suck from behind, the assassin called a halt, gasping as he pulled away and stood. There was no time for Veranon to fetch lubrication.




A First Time For Everything



He spat into his hand and reached out for the younger elf, who was no longer there. A breath later, Veranon was back, an open jar in hand. Thal scooped up a liberal amount of lubricant and applied it to his cock. "Bend over," he ordered. Veranon complied and Thalizar slammed his cock home, causing Veranon to howl in pain. While he plowed Veranon's virgin ass, he grasped the boy's cock, jerking it with his lubricated hand until Veranon sent forth a stream of white fluid onto the floor. He withdrew and slammed his cock home again and again, each thrust resulting in more agonized cries from Veranon. It must have been painful, so very painful but the boy had asked for it, begged to be shown what it felt like. Now he knew. Thalizar was doubtful he would ever ask again. A pity. The boy was exceptionally talented as a lover, especially considering he had never done anything like this.

He came inside Veranon, his spent cock remaining inside for a few moments while he bent over Veranon's back as the boy breathlessly clung to the chair. He smiled and softly kissed the young elf's neck and shoulders as he pulled away. A stream of semen, blood and more ran down Veranon's thigh as the other slid to the floor, breathing heavily. "Well?" Thalizar asked softly.

Veranon looked up at him from wide, moss-green eyes and waved Thalizar down to his level. The kiss he gave was unexpected, brutally hard, sexually intense and full of promise. Thalizar was thrilled and dismayed all at once as he realized what the kiss meant. Veranon whispered, "That was amazing... That was fucking amazing. It hurt like nothing I've ever experienced but it was wonderful, unlike anything I have ever felt. I want more! Even the ass licking was something incredible. I liked doing it! Did it feel good? How was I?"

Was the boy mad? Had he lost his senses? Thalizar was stunned as looked down at his younger sibling with wide eyes. "Didn't I hurt you?" Thalizar asked in shock.

"Yes... But... I think with practice it will feel better, don't you? The pressure of it... The slow, hard pressure and the way your cock throbbed inside me while you were ejaculating was like something from a pleasure dream. I want more! I want you to do things to me. I want... All of it! I want men, lots of men. Pretty men. Most of all, I want you."

Thalizar stared at his brother for several moments in silence. Puppy worship floating in the boy's eyes and it was disgusting. Yet... Thal was vain enough to appreciate being adored, even by his pathetic half brother. He grunted and looked away, muttering, "You... Talk too much. Go to the bathroom, Veranon, and clean yourself off. You're a mess. And get back in here."

When Veranon reappeared, a smile on his young face, his half brother drew him into his arms for a long, powerful kiss that rocked the young elf off his feet. Thalizar then swept him off the floor and carried him into the bedroom, which was divided from the rest of the habist by a curtain made of colorful, glittering beads that clicked musically together as they fell back in place behind the two men. They didn't break the kiss even as Thalizar laid Veranon down on his back and began to touch his body, slowly stimulating the soft skin with his fingers. It was the longest kiss either had ever shared with anyone and they didn't want to disengage, not even for a moment to breathe.

After many minutes of tender kissing, Thalizar murmured, "You aren't what I usually like, Veranon. You're soft. And you're you. But you're addictive, for certain. Damn me but I do want you. You succeeded, fool. Dare I say that you were... Better than expected. Decent, even. Happy?"

With a little chuckle in his throat, Veranon snuggled up to his brother and nodded. "Very happy... Now... What should you teach me next...?"

Thalizar, eyes gleaming, reached for Veranon's wrists and held them above his head as he lowered his body on top of the leaner elf's. "I have a full lesson planned for you... There's a first time for everything," he chuckled softly.

Fin



A First Time for Everything...



First and foremost let it be known this is a 100% true and accurate story of my first sex with a man. First of many at this point...

So no surprise here I'm sure but this story of experimentation happened my senior year of college. As a brief description of myself, I'm 5'10" and about 175 lbs, slightly muscular but no gym diva. I have bright blue eyes, light brown medium length hair, and hey, not trying to sound conceited but I'm good looking. I've been with more women than I can count. But hey this story isn't about girls is it?

As part of the story though I do have to tell you about Nikki because everything that happened was because of her. Nikki is an absolutely gorgeous petite brunette with perky c cup tits and a tight ass that just NEEDS to be eaten. She and I dated when we were in high school, when we both went off to different schools we decided together that things just weren't going to work out like that. But there were no hard feelings and we continued a great relationship as friends and we would fuck like rabbits any chance we got. 

Now I've always been a very sexual person, but Nikki just did something for me that made me want to do or try anything she wanted me to do. If it's kinky, we've probably done it. When we weren't together we had a habit of sexting all the time and especially playing "would you rather" and asking each other about perverted hypothetical situations. I remember very well when this happened because it opened up such a whole new and exciting world of sex. It was just a random Saturday and we were playing would you rather like we always do and she asked me if I'd rather fuck another man or let a man fuck me in my ass. At this point in my life looking back it's hard to believe, but up until that moment I had never even thought about sex with another man. But hey that's the game, and you have to answer. So I was thinking about it, it wasn't easy for me to answer, and I noticed the longer I thought about it the harder I got. It was literally exhilarating; I was breathing heavy and felt so kinky even thinking about it when I finally told her I'd rather be the one getting fucked. The way I saw it, if I want to fuck someone, I'll fuck a girl like I always had, but being the one getting fucked, that was something new that I found very exciting.

To my surprise she was very excited about my answer! Apparently she had some ulterior motives in asking the question in the first place. She told me she wanted to have a threesome with me and another guy. But she didn't want two of us so she could fuck two guys at once, she wanted to be in the background, watching me be, in her words, "a little slut." 

At first I told her outright, not a fucking chance, and that was the end of it for a long time. But secretly, and I didn't tell her this, I kept thinking about what it would feel like to basically switch roles and be the one with my legs in the air, or bent over on the bed, and I got comfortable with the fact that this was something I wanted, badly. I finally told Nikki I was game, but I was not about to do anything that my friends could ever find out about, and between my concerns and the fact that we lived a couple hundred miles apart, it was clear it was just too hard and it was never going to happen.

At this point I had really embraced the idea of sleeping with a guy, I was watching gay porn every now and then, and I was wondering how, or where I might meet the right to take my virginity. I knew there was no way I'd ever be so open to hit on a guy at a bar, or even to let a guy hit on me in public so I posted an ad on craigslist. Even though I was in a college town it took literally weeks before I got a response from a good looking guy. But eventually it did happen and we swapped numbers with him giving me his address. He was around my age but a little bit older, probably mid 20s. He was fit, not incredibly good looking, but he had this amazing cock I couldn't wait to get closer to. He (and I keep saying "he" because I never even got his name) had a townhome not too far from my place and for whatever reason he wanted to fuck in the garage. I had no problem with that so I got in my car and I drove to his place.

I have definitely never felt anything like the feeling of anticipation as I made that drive to his house. My mouth was dry, I was nervous, but I was excited and I was hard as a rock! When I got to his place he met me outside and walked me into the garage, closing the door behind us. I wont lie at this point I had some serious second thoughts. But I was there, and he was feeling me up, grabbing my ass like a girl and I was loving it. He told me he wanted to "see what I was working with" so I turned to face him, taking my shirt off first, the whole time keeping eye contact with him, then stripping out of my boxers and jeans so I was fully naked in front of him, some guy I had never met, whos name I didn't even know. I turned around and shook my ass a little bit and he grabbed it, one hand on each cheek and spread me open. I will probably never forget how that felt, it was so liberating. 

After just a couple moments of him feeling and admiring my ass (and asshole), I turned around to face him again, got down on my knees and began to undo his belt so I could get his jeans off. I was down on my knees, basically eye level with his crotch, and for the first time in my life I reach into another mans boxers and pulled out his dick. He was partially hard, but by no means hard enough for sex so I asked if I could suck it and he of course said yes. 

Keep in mind, for the visual effect of this scene, I'm completely naked, I am absolutely as hard as a rock, and I'm on my knees with his dick in my mouth for the very first time. And I sucked him like a pro. The longer it went on the more I got into it. By the end I had both hands working him while I slid it in and out of my mouth, periodically letting go of it to take his balls in my mouth. It took some time but eventually he was fully hard and I couldn't wait any longer. If you have never been on the receiving end of a hard cock then you might not be familiar with this feeling, but if you've ever been fucked, then you know the way your asshole is just begging to be filled. 

He told me to bend over against the wall and I did like I was told, arching my back and sticking my ass out as far as possible. Now like I mentioned, this dude was THICK and probably above average in the length department too, and the biggest thing I'd ever had in my ass so far was one of Nikkis slender fingers. And unfortunately, he wasn't exactly gentle getting started. He slammed his dick right in and it hurt, really, really, bad. I pulled away, he pulled out, and I paused a minute for the pain to reside, before I started fingering myself to warm up a bit. First one finger, then two, and finally three, all right in front of him of course and I could tell it was a turn on for him. When I was finally ready I told him to be still and I backed up into him slowly working his cock into me until I had the whole thing. He started pumping slowly and I couldn't help but moan it was so raw and sexual being penetrated, bent over against a wall. I reached back between my legs to hold his balls and gently stroked them the entire time. 

I was loving every inch of him and feeling every bit like a submissive little boy when he pulled out and stopped. I turned to look at him, hoping he hadn't cum yet. He told me to get down on all fours so he so I did. He pushed back inside me but he started to soften up and it wasn't working very well so I had him stop, I turned around, and I took him in my mouth again sucking until he was ready to go. We fucked in that position for awhile but I wanted to try other positions as I wasn't sure I'd ever have the balls to go through with this again. From doggy style, we switched to me getting on top, cowboy, and then reverse cowboy. We didn't spend too much time doing this because I wasn't sure how long he would last and I wanted us to finish with me on my back, legs in the air, and him fucking me hard with that big dick he had. And that's exactly how it happened. I was basically screaming by the end and when he told me he was going to cum, I grabbed myself and it took all of about two strokes before I had one of the best orgasms of my life all over my chest, with one burst even landing on my cheek, oops.

I laid there a couple minutes, breathing heavy and covered in cum while he stood up and got dressed. There would have been some regret on my part, I'm sure, if the whole experience hadn't been so fulfilling, and if it hadn't just felt so damn GOOD. And heres where this story ends, I cleaned myself off and got dressed, and he let me out with almost no words, almost like we hadn't just had some very raunchy gay sex on his dirty garage floor. I never saw him again or even attempted to contact him, but he was the first of one of, at this point, a pretty long line of dicks that I've had a lot of fun sucking and fucking! If you've never tried it, I highly encourage you, but be careful. You mind end up loving it like I do. Thanks to Nikki for proofreading this and if you liked this story tell me about it. Like I said this was the first of many encounters, and if theres an interest I'll write about other experiences as well.



A First Time For Everything



We've arranged to meet for a second time, it's taken some doing.

Our first meeting, in a hotel carpark in daylight, was brief and quite 'g' rated. You rode your bicycle, and were hot and out of breath. Clad in Lycra, tall and lean, you are quite fetching. I'm wearing my favourite purple dress, with newly done bright red acrylic nails, and matching lipstick. We talk briefly, about perhaps meeting to 'play', then we go about our business. We hug, I my goodness you are so lean and muscular.

Several email exchanges ensue, we decide we should meet, and see what happens. You are very gracious, and determine to let me set the pace. We agree to meet at a café, near where I'm staying.

I'm wearing a short white and blue summer dress, black 3"pumps and a smile, my favourite floral underwear underneath. As I walk down the street, the breeze on my smooth legs, I think to myself what a beautiful day.

You're late, and when you get there, you look like a nervous cat. It's then I realise what I've asked you to do, meeting a T girl in broad daylight. Ok for me, my own mum wouldn't recognise me, not so for you. We chat for a while, but I realise the torture I am causing you, so I finish my wine and we're away, back to my motel. As we walk down the street side by side, I so want to hold your hand.

Back in my room, I reach up and kiss you. You kiss back, fervently. Our hands wander, and you reach for my crotch. I'm tucked away, flaccid, but I am feeling very aroused. You undress me, briefly unhooking my wig. You suck my nipples, play with my little cock. I feel your crotch, and you are not flaccid at all. I kneel, and unzip your shorts, revealing pretty knickers, and a gorgeous cock!

Already set up, I pounce on your cock with my mouth, taking it in as deep as I dare. I've watched an internet tutorial this week, determined to drive you wild. I've only ever sucked one other cock, 20 years before, and it was a disaster. You respond, shivering, murmuring my name. I taste precum, you push my head further onto your cock. It's obvious, you are loving this. It's getting very hot, very quickly. All self-control has evaporated. I stand, we kiss and fondle, and I ask if I can sit on your cock. I've never been penetrated before, and you are huge, but I so want you in me. We scramble for a condom, and I straddle you, trying to bring you into me. In all my eagerness, it's very difficult, when I do get you in, we hear a pop. Condom has ruptured. We try again, you start to touch me and I ask you not to. I'm worried that if I get aroused, the guilt will overcome me. You've become a little flaccid , I'm worried I've done something wrong. A few thrusts feel incredible, but you ask if we can lie on the bed and come together.

So I hop off you, and you start pulling on that beautiful cock. I try and help, you explode on your stomach, I try and kiss your cock, but it's too sensitive.

Overcome with guilt, you clean up. We talk about how you're feeling, I recognise those feelings too well. I feel like such a selfish bitch for not letting you play with me. We embrace, and you head off.

I feel so empty without you in me, and so bad I caused you to feel that way. We're both married, and though all this is secret, we would hate to hurt our partners. You've been so wonderful, allowing me to explore in a safe way.

In the coming weeks we email back and forth, talking about what's happened, how we felt. We both struggle with self-hatred and guilt, in the end we decide to meet again. I quietly decide to let you do whatever you want with me, and we set a date. 

That's another story...

Once bitten, twice horny

Finally, we are able to coordinate another time together. I've found a much quieter place, for discretion (and possible noise) reasons.

This time, I'm wearing something a little hotter, I deliberately don't use foundation and perfume, much as I'd like to. My eyes are extra dark, sultry. We originally plan a half day together, which falls through. So, so hard to get time together.

You arrive, having got directions. You look as nervous as I feel. We hug, then kiss for a bit. We undress each other, which is so hot. You say you'd like a shower, I kneel down and suck your cock, for a minute there I don't think we'll get any further, with you shivering, and pushing me down on you. I stop, and you turn me around, kissing my neck and stroking my cock, which is growing! You make me horny, but this is a first. You whisper in my ear 'I want to fuck you'. My response, 'yes please'.

Scramble for condoms, I bend over the bed and you lube me thoroughly, gently pushing your huge cock into me. It takes my breath away, and I say 'easy'. Not keen that you break me. Slowly you stretch me, building rhythm, meantime lubing and stroking my cock. The sensation is like nothing I've ever felt. You start pounding away, my legs are like jelly, I want more and more, deeper and deeper. You can see I'm about to collapse, so you get me to lie on the bed on my back.

I hold my legs in the air, and you resume your pounding. I'm overwhelmed, you're stroking me faster and faster. I feel like I'm going to pass out, then it hits me like a wave.

'I'm going to come' I scream, at which I do. All over my tummy. You pull out, and start pumping your cock furiously, then you explode, our cum mixing on my body.

Then the guilt. We clean up, and spend a few minutes talking about what has happened, resolving to keep talking as we come to terms with what we've done. We have one last kiss, and embrace, and you are gone. I feel spaced out, such an intense experience.

As the weeks pass, we start to converse again, talking about the next time. The anticipation builds.

Put us together, we can't keep our hands off each other. Self-hatred, despair, mixed in with incredible passion. This is the life we have, one of contrasts.

But that's another story...



A First Time for Everything



"Hey I'm home. Hattie? Are you there?"

Dave closed the front door and sniffed the air. Something was different. The house smelled of furniture polish and it was eerily quiet; no deafening Xbox game playing coming from the living room, no thumping music blaring from the bedrooms above.

"Hattie, kids?" he called. 

"It's just me," said a voice from the kitchen.

Dave walked in to find his wife standing at the sink with the hoover in one hand and an opened bottle of wine in the other. She took a swig as he approached.

"Everything alright?" he asked.

"Just cleaning up," she shrugged. "Drink?"

"Do I get mine in a glass?"

"Sorry, course you do. I'm a little nervous," she tittered.

"Oh? Why? Are we expecting visitors?"

It certainly looked like they were. The kitchen had been scrubbed from top to bottom and positively gleamed, in fact, the whole house shone like a new pin. 

Dave eyed his wife suspiciously. Something was going on. He suddenly noticed what she was wearing; a new dress with matching shoes, expensive ones by the looks of them. The dress was midnight blue with a low-cut front and fitted waist which showed-off Hattie's petite figure perfectly. The shoes were elegant with stiletto heels that enhanced the shapely slenderness of her legs. She looked fabulous, very sexy but it wasn't exactly the attire he'd expected her to be wearing to do the housework!

"Are you sure you're ok?" he asked as she filled a glass with wine and handed it to him. 

"Fine, yes fine," Hattie stammered. Her lips quivered as she spoke making the glossy lipstick she was wearing shimmer. 

Lipstick? Hattie never wore make-up.

Dave frowned. "What's the occasion? And where are the kids?"

"They're at your mother's. We have a Friday night without them for once."

"Do we?" A smile spread across Dave's face. He liked the sound of that. He and Hattie rarely got time alone. "So that outfit's for my benefit? You do look lovely."

Hattie lowered her eyes, guilt-ridden. "Yes...well...sort of." 

"Hattie? What's going on?"

Hattie bit her lip. "I've done something a bit rash, darling."

"Oh? What?"

"Please don't be angry with me," she squirmed.

"Why would I be angry?" asked Dave taking a mouthful of his drink. 

"Because I've booked a call-girl."

Dave choked spraying wine across the kitchen. "You've what?" 

Hattie drew a deep breath, "I've booked a call-girl. For us."

"That's what I thought you said!" Dave gasped. "Why? When?"

"She's coming tonight, soon actually. Oh my goodness, look at the time! Do I look alright? Is the house ok? I've been cleaning up for hours and..."

"Hattie, slow down. Tonight?"

Hattie nodded. 

"I don't understand. Why?"

"It was that conversation we had, you know, last month at the restaurant. I...well...I couldn't get it out of my mind."

"Conversation?" Dave shook his head, "what conversation?"

"The one we had following our disagreement."

"Oh," said Dave, "that conversation." 

Hattie was referring was a rather heated discussion which had taken place during a rare night out at a restaurant the previous month. The conversation had been on the subject of their love-life and had started out amicably but turned into a full-blown slanging match after both of them had admitted to finding sex with each other dull. Hattie had called Dave an "uncaring bastard" whilst he accused her of being frigid. Infuriated, Hattie had thrown a glass of wine over Dave's head and stalked off to the toilets leaving her shame-faced husband alone at the table, smiling bravely as their fellow diners shot him disapproving looks. 

Thankfully the evening hadn't ended that way. Once Hattie had calmed down she'd apologised and the discussion had resumed, without the emotional outbursts. Lack of time, constant tiredness and the demands of work had all been blamed for the unsatisfying sex and both partners had agreed that their marriage as a whole was in no danger of disintegrating. 

It was at that point in the conversation that Dave had jokingly suggested they should do something more adventurous in bed. They could watch porn together, buy some sex toys or even bring in a third party to spice up their lovemaking. He'd suggested a call-girl, one who'd do things for them both. 

Dave stared at his wife as she stood in their kitchen in her new dress awaiting the arrival of a real prostitute. "Oh Hattie, I wasn't being serious! It was hypothetical, a fantasy."

"Well it shouldn't be. Why dream when you can have the real thing?"

"Because we're a middle-aged married couple with kids. We don't do things like that."

"Why don't we? What's stopping us? Why does middle-aged and married have to mean boring?"

Dave gaped at his wife. "You've actually booked a call-girl?"

"Yes. She's from an Escort Agency I found on the internet. She's not a cheap prostitute who leaves cards in a phone box you know, she's expensive and classy."

"Classy? Really? A woman who sells sex?"

"Technically she's selling her companionship."

Dave snorted.

"She looks nice and she sent me a lovely email," Hattie protested.

"Did she? Well that's alright then! Oh Hattie, do you actually want to watch me fuck another woman, for real?"

Hattie smiled, "she's not just for you. I want her too."

Dave's jaw hit the floor. "You want a woman?"

"Yes. Does that surprise you?"

"YES!"

"Disgust you?"

"NO!"

A light tapping at the door interrupted them. Hattie turned pale. 

Dave raced to the door and peered through the spy hole. "She's here," he whispered. "Least I assume that's her. She's been dropped off by a Chauffeur. Oh, nice car too." 

"That'll be her," squeaked Hattie. She took another swig of wine.

"Oh God, Hattie, what should we do?" asked Dave with a tremor in his voice. "Should we hide and pretend not to be here?"

Hattie shook her head. She put the wine down, smoothed out her dress and steadied herself. "I want this Dave. I think we should go through with it but if you have doubts I'll send her away."

Dave exhaled loudly. "She's already paid for, yes?"

"Yes, non-refundable. We have her for an hour."

"One hour? Right, ok." Dave shrugged. "I never expected this you know. I didn't ask you..."

"I know. Look Dave, we're not getting any younger and both of us are fed-up with our routine. So let's change it, let's have some fun. I can't have another conversation about how boring our love-life is..." 

"I get it." Dave's eyes met his wife's and a smile spread across his face. "What the hell! Let's do it, let's be naughty. Hey, there's a first time for everything, right?"

"Yes, there is," Hattie agreed. The knocking came again. "You'd better let her in."

Dave pushed back his hair and straightened out his tie. "Ok, here goes."

Hattie's loyal husband had grave concerns about what he was about to do but in spite of that he found his penis throbbing at the idea of experiencing a threesome. It would be his first and it was something he'd never dreamed could happen – not in a million years! He was blown away by the thought of fucking another woman with his wife's permission! 

Feeling light-headed he grasped the door frame for support before mustering-up the courage to open the door. He forced a smile as it swung inwards, one that was quickly replaced by a lustful leer.

"Hi I'm Chastity," said the quiet spoken, immaculately well-dressed beauty standing on the doorstep. "You must be Dave?"

Dave gawped at her mutely, his mouth open, his cock twitching. She was gorgeous! Tall and curvaceous she had rich dark skin, glossy hair and perfect make-up applied with subtlety, not caked on. She had an air of sophistication about her, an intelligent gleam in her eyes and a truly dazzling smile. The girl at his door didn't look anything like Dave had imagined, she didn't fit his image of a whore at all.

"I have got the right house haven't I?" Chastity enquired glancing between Dave and his terrified looking wife. 

"Yes you have, erm, Chastity?"

"I know," she smiled, "all my clients find that amusing. It's my real name, I didn't make it up. Um, may I come in?" 

"Oh yes, sorry," stammered Dave turning red in the face. He stood aside to let her pass.

Hattie remained motionless, her expression one of sheer panic. She watched in silence as Chastity unbuttoned her overcoat, slipped it off and handed it to Dave. 

"First time Dave? Don't be shy, I'll look after you," Chastity assured him. "Do you like my dress?"

Dave's eyes wandered up and down Chastity's body taking in the expensive dress she was wearing. It showed off her fantastically curvaceous hips and offered a tantalising glimpse of what he could now see were phenomenally large breasts. They were incredible, at least double D's. Hattie's choice of Escort was very sexy and he couldn't tear his eyes away from those breasts. 

"You look..." Dave swallowed hard as his throat dried out. 

Chastity smiled serenely and ran her carefully manicured fingertips down his arm before turning her attentions to his quietly shaking wife. "You must be Hattie? So pleased to meet you," she said warmly. "I believe both of you would like my services tonight, is that right?" 

Hattie's face turned scarlet. "That's what I specified when I made the booking." 

"Have you changed your mind?"

"No," Hattie croaked.

"Good, I'm glad about that," said Chastity gently, "I'm going to enjoy playing with you. I do like your dress, it's beautiful. The colour matches your eyes."

Hattie's cheeks blossomed into a deeper crimson and the heat in her face wasn't the only warmth she was experiencing - her cunt burned with lustful anticipation as Chastity's presence stirred-up deeply buried feelings of intense longing. 

Chastity held out her hand, "shall we make a start Hattie? I don't bite...unless you want me to." She took a step towards the nervous wife. "What would you like to do first?"

Hattie fidgeted. "Maybe you should ask Dave?"

"No Hattie, you booked me. I think that gives you first choice, right Dave?"

"Um...er...yeah," he concurred.

"I'm very amenable, Hattie. Tell me what you'd like? We can start slowly."

"Show me your breasts," Hattie blurted out, taken aback by her own directness. "Show them to me and let me touch them. I want to feel your nipples harden when I stroke them."

Dave gasped. He'd had no idea his wife liked women and never thought he'd hear her asking to play with a woman's nipples. It was shocking yet strangely erotic. His pulse quickened pumping more blood into his cock. 

"Would you like to see them here or in the bedroom?" Chastity purred. "Where would you feel more comfortable?"

Hattie glanced around anxiously. Curtains would be twitching all along the street at that very moment, she knew that. She and Dave didn't have many visitors and certainly not beautiful young women like Chastity. There was also that chauffeur driven Mercedes; that would have them all talking for months. All eyes would be on her house and the living room was dreadfully overlooked. The master bedroom faced the rear garden, not the street, so was much more secluded.

"In the bedroom," she instructed quickly, "it's the first on the right upstairs."

"And your husband? Is he going to watch or wait for us to finish?" 

"Oh watch, definitely," said Hattie moving towards her husband and taking his hand in hers. "We both want to enjoy ourselves."

"Of course you do. Very well." 

Hattie led the way to her bedroom with Dave taking up the rear. Dave couldn't help checking out Chastity's ass as she mounted the staircase; curvaceous yet firm - gorgeous. He loved the bouncing movement of her ass cheeks inside her tight fitting dress and the way her stocking clad legs flexed as her red stilettoes clicked on the wooden steps.

"In here," instructed Hattie. "I hope it's ok."

The master bedroom was spacious, clean and immaculately tidy. Hattie had been busy since she'd got home from work and the bedroom, like the rest of the house, was spotless. The bed was freshly made with crisp white linen and a vase of white roses stood on the highly polished dressing table. Their scent pervaded the air as the trio swept in.

"Very nice," said Chastity looking around. "You have a lovely home."

Hattie blushed. 

"Well, where do you want me?" asked the call-girl. "On the bed?"

Dave saw his wife freeze so he slid an arm around her waist, kissed her cheek and ushered her forwards. "Go on," he urged, "live the fantasy."

Hattie tip-toed gingerly forwards whilst Chastity slowly unbuttoned her dress and slipped it off. Beneath were black lacy undergarments and hold-up stockings with wide elasticated tops. Chastity's dark skin was flawless and glistened with body oil which gave off a delicate floral scent. Her magnificent breasts sat cradled in a dangerously skimpy bra, her prominent nipples showing through the semi-transparent material. Chastity eased off her shoes, placed them neatly to one side and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Do you like what I'm wearing?" she asked Hattie.

Hattie nodded her eyes wide.

"Would you like to touch my lovely big breasts?" 

"Yes please. Are they real?"

"Hattie!" gasped Dave shocked at her bluntness.

Chastity smiled, "oh yes, Mother Nature gave me these. Touch them, here, feel."

Hattie's hand moved tentatively closer until it came into contact with the call-girl's flesh. She touched Chastity's right nipple, caught her breath and withdrew her fingers as if scolded.

"Here, let me." Chastity took Hattie's hand in hers and placed it firmly on her breast holding it there. "Do you like that?" she asked softly.

Hattie shuddered, a soft moan emerging from her throat. "Yes." Hattie's fingers traced the outline of Chastity's round breasts and circled her rapidly hardening nipples. Hattie gasped and looked deep into Chastity's eyes as desire overcame her. "I'd like to suck them. Can I do that? Will you take off your bra and let me taste you?"

"Of course, I'd like that. I'd love to feel your soft lips on my nipples."

"Strip everything off," Hattie demanded. "I want to see you naked."

"Oh God..." groaned Dave his hand grabbing the solid erection beneath his trousers.

Chastity flashed a perfect white smile in his direction, "Dave, would you like to touch my breasts as well?" 

"Oh God yes!" He uttered, his voice choked.

Dave suddenly found himself as nervous as his wife but he was dying to see those enormous trussed-up titties of Chastity's fully exposed and to touch them...he hadn't fondled breasts other than his wife's in a very long time and he yearned to take Chastity's magnificent orbs in his hands and nuzzle his face between them. 

"You may have me as soon as I've made your wife come," the sexy temptress promised.

Dave nodded. He didn't mind standing back to watch Hattie play with Chastity, it made him enormously aroused. He wondered how far Hattie would go. Would she let Chastity make her come? The call-girl seemed to think she would. Oh God he hoped so too, that would be so hot. His wife brought to orgasm by another woman...he was going to make a mess everywhere watching that!

Dave's penis was rock hard and pulsating. He wanted to fuck Chastity too. He wanted to fuck her hard but he was willing to wait.

Chastity rolled down her stockings down her shapely legs and slithered out of her panties. Her pussy was clean shaven and a golden clit stud glinted as she moved. She was a young woman in her mid-twenties and her curvy body was toned and firm. She brushed her long black hair over her shoulder and flashed a wicked smile at Hattie as she unhooked her bra and slipped it off her shoulders. Fully revealed her beautifully rounded DD breasts were a sight to stir-up any man...or woman. She had a pair of firm, perfectly rounded orbs with dark prominent nipples. She jiggled them playfully as she leaned towards Hattie.

"Do you want to kiss them?" she breathed with a sultry smile.

"Oh yes."

Dave looked on in stunned silence as his wife sank onto the bed beside the voluptuous young call-girl and buried her head between her enormous breasts. Hattie's tongue flicked in and out, licking Chastity's soft mounds before her mouth settled over an erect nipple. Hattie clamped down hard, sucking ravenously. She'd never taken another woman's breast into her mouth before and it was so soft and warm... 

"Oh, you're delicious," she groaned. "umm, I want more. I want to taste all of you."

Hattie's hand travelled down Chastity's toned abdomen and onwards between her legs. She felt the metal clit stud and the soft wet slit beyond. Her heart-rate increased sending her blood rushing noisily through her veins as her excitement built. She gazed longingly at Chastity, at her soft brown eyes, her rich dark skin, her perfect curves...she was so sexy. Hattie closed her eyes and slid her fingers smoothly inside the call-girl's slippery hole.

"Ooh, that's lovely Hattie," breathed Chastity, "but wouldn't you prefer it if I did that to you?"

Hattie's eyes shot open. She'd had never had the pleasure of being finger fucked by a woman nor had she felt the velvety softness of a woman's tongue on her sensitive clit. She longed for both and the promise of fulfilment set her whole being alight. 

"Strip me, I want to be naked," she panted as her cunt throbbed.

"And would you like me to lick your pussy for you once you're comfortable?"

"Oh fuck yes." 

Chastity smiled, "then that's what I'll do. Come closer Hattie, let me undress you."

Hattie allowed Chastity to unzip her dress and pushed it from her shoulders revealing the cream coloured satin bra and panties she was wearing underneath. A cream suspender belt hung from her hips it's dangling clips holding up a pair of gossamer thin flesh coloured stockings. 

"Lovely," commented Chastity "very sexy. Would you like to keep those on?"

Hattie smiled, a sly, seductive smile completely different to her previously nervous grin. "Would you like me too?" 

"I fucking would," uttered Dave from behind them. "Please keep it on. You look fucking stunning."

A beaming smile lit-up Hattie's face. "Really?"

"Look what you've done to me!" Dave pointed to the bulge straining against his trousers. 

Hattie giggled her eyes sparkling. She felt sexy and alive for the first time in years and pleasing Dave was a big part of that...not all of it though. 

"Lie back Hattie, get comfortable," instructed Chastity. "Dave, why don't you undress and sit on the bed next to us. I've seen an erect penis before you know, you don't have to hide it," she smirked at Hattie's husband.

Dave blushed. He still wasn't completely comfortable having Chastity in his bedroom but his penis begged to differ; it felt like it was on fire and desperately needed releasing. He quickly unzipped his trousers to liberate it. "Oh yes," he gasped as it sprang forward, erect and hard. He pushed his trousers to the floor and kicked them off before setting to work on his shirt and tie. Once free of his restricting garments Dave took a pew on the bed, his cock grasped firmly in his hand. He stroked it hard as the sight of the two beautiful women beside him filled him with lust and the aching desire to fuck. He jerked away, his speed increasing as his wife lay back and opened her thighs.

Chastity eased herself on top of Hattie, stroking her flat belly and covering it with lipstick smothered kisses. She moved Hattie's silky panties aside exposing her neatly trimmed landing strip of golden curls and delicate pink slit. Dave heard a lustful cry of pleasure issue from his wife's throat as Chastity's long, wet tongue made contact with her clitoris. Chastity began to lick Hattie's cunt, twirling her tongue over her sensitive nub and probing inside her. 

Hattie had never felt so horny. Being with a woman was everything she'd dreamed it would be and Chastity knew exactly how to touch her to make the juices ooze from her soaking hole. 




A First Time for Everything



"Oh fuck! I think I'm going to come," she groaned as Chastity's agile tongue flicked her clitoris, teasing and stroking her to the brink of climax.

"Do it," Chastity purred, "I want to taste your girlie-cum. Do you squirt?"

"I don't know. Oh God..." 

Hattie began to twitch as her building orgasm sent spasms through her. She turned her head to look at Dave and was startled by the look of deepest lust he returned. Dave's eyes were fixed on her, not Chastity. She hadn't expected that. 

"Kiss me," she murmured to her beloved husband, "kiss me."

Dave rolled towards her and their lips met, parting as they did so, their tongues entwining. The couple whose sex-life had been "dull" kissed each other passionately whilst their paid for sex-godess gently inserted two fingers into Hattie's slick tunnel, rubbing her g-spot and bringing her straight to climax. The couple's embrace was broken apart as Hattie's body began to buck uncontrollably. 

Hattie threw back her head and arched her back. "Yes, YES! Right there, Yes!" she screamed as a shattering orgasm the like of which she's only dreamt about made her lose control. 

The whole neighbourhood must have heard her cries but Hattie didn't care; she was having the best sex of her life and nothing was going to stop her!

Dave was loving it. "Oh fuck, you horny bitches," he grunted, "that's so fucking hot!"

He watched Chastity finger-fuck Hattie until her orgasm passed and Hattie went limp. The call-girl then proceeded to lap at her Hattie's sensitive pussy, sucking up her juices and licking her clean whilst Hattie sighed with utter contentment. 

Dave was stunned. He'd never seen Hattie have an orgasm of that magnitude and couldn't believe how much it turned him on. And now it was his turn. He'd often wondered what it would be like to participate in a threesome but had never expected to experience it for himself, especially with Hattie. He'd thought she was too prudish to experiment, too unadventurous. He'd grossly underestimated her. He lay on his side gazing as his wife as she purred away at hands of the delectable Chastity. His throbbing penis pained him and the smell of pre-cum filled the air.

Dave stroked himself harder but kept control. He didn't want to ejaculate before he'd had his turn with Chastity. His breathing came in rasping gulps, his blood raced. God he needed to fuck. He yearned to sink his length into Chastity's tight pussy and feel the warmth of her tight cunt gripping him.

"Me now, my turn," he begged desperate for relief from his torturous erection.

Chastity lifted her head and wiped the sticky residue of his wife's secretions off her lips. "Of course," she said softly. "You've been very patient. It's your turn now."

Dave enormous swollen cock throbbed, the veins standing proud, the tip purple with blood. "I'm close already," he groaned.

"So I see," she smiled "How would you like to finish off? Blow job? Hand job? Would you like to try ass fucking me?"

Dave shook his head. "No, nothing kinky. I want to bury my cock inside your cunt and fill you with my cum. Can I do that Chastity?"

"Yes Dave, you may." 

"Hattie? Can I?" He needed to ask, he wouldn't do anything without her approval. 

Hattie sat up and blew him a kiss. "Do it my love," she breathed with a saucy smile. "Let me watch you have a good fuck."

Chastity winked at Dave and lay back. She opened her legs offering up her perfect shaved pussy with the tantalising golden stud. Dave was filled with overpowering lust but something made him hesitate. Did he really want missionary position sex when he could have anything? That wasn't right, was it?

"Turn around," he commanded, "I want to take you from behind."

Chastity pushed herself up on her elbows. "Mmm, decided to do something different have you?" She crawled towards him, leaned close and kissed his lips playfully. "Doggy-style happens to be my favourite," she mewed, "nice and deep."

She turned around and knelt on all fours at the edge of the bed exposing her glistening slit. She was wet, soaking, her sticky white juices oozing out from her slippery hole.

"Oh fuck!" groaned Dave, "you're so fucking hot." 

He moved up behind her positioning his solid cock against her soaking slit. 

"That's it baby, fuck me, fuck me good and hard," cooed Chastity with a wink at Hattie.

Dave pushed. "Oh fuck!" 

Guttural grunts issued from Dave's throat as his seven inch erection slid smoothly past Chastity's swollen pussy lips and sank all the way inside her. She felt so good and so different. She was tight, much tighter than Hattie and her cunt muscles gripped him with unexpected force. 

"Oh fuck!" he yelled again at the sheer pleasure of it. He withdrew his penis, almost entirely, then plunged it back inside Chastity's hole slamming it in hard. "Fuck!"

Fucking Chastity felt heavenly. Dave had been faithful to Hattie for the whole of their married life and he loved her more than anyone but the thrill of burying his penis into another woman's cunt was indescribable.

"Oh you feel so good and your cock is huge. Fuck me harder," urged Chastity.

Dave obeyed; nothing would give him more pleasure. He thrust deeper, harder, lost in the ecstasy of fucking such a tight cunt. He fumbled for Chastity's pendulous breasts and grasped them firmly, the heavy roundness filling his hands. Holding tight he drove into Chastity with animal passion whilst Hattie looked on, her own body throbbing with desire at the sight of her husband fucking the exquisite whore who brought her to such a wonderful climax.

"Now whose love life is dull?" she mused contentedly.

Chastity began to moan, softly at first then louder. She locked her arms against Dave's increasingly violent thrusts and felt his balls slamming against her wet pussy. 

"That's it Dave, ride me, make me scream."

The pressure built-up in Dave's balls, so intense it made his head spin. Suddenly he felt hands on his back, soft lips on his shoulders. Hattie was beside him kissing him and caressing him as he thrust his penis into another woman's cunt.

That was too much...grunting loudly Dave climaxed shooting a huge load of cum deep inside Chastity's hot tunnel. He continued to slam hard into her, filling her up with his creamy seed as the waves of his orgasm made his legs tremble. 

"Oh yes Dave, YES!"

Chastity threw her head back and screamed as Dave triggered her own orgasm. Her cunt muscles contracted tightly around Dave's penis holding him in a vice like grip which squeezed out every drop of semen. The two of them writhed together, bucking and panting whilst Hattie looked on, the disgustingly lustful scene making her smoulder inside. She kissed her sweating husband's back whilst he slowly withdrew from the call girl's dripping cunt. His rigid cock glistened with a slippery mix of cum and cunt juices and Hattie's pristine sheets were stained with bodily fluids. 

Hattie didn't care. The look on her husband's face was one of pure gratification and that was all that mattered.

"Shall I clean you?" asked Chastity quickly recovering her composure after her own surprisingly intense orgasm. 

"No, I'll do it," smirked Hattie impishly.

Dave caught his breath his sexy wife launched an attack on his groin.

She slipped his penis deep into her mouth and started sucking at it making greedy slurping noises as she lapped up every drop of creamy goo adorning his fading erection. Her tongue swirled over his sensitive glans and licked along his shaft right down to his balls. 

"Mmm, delicious," announced Hattie coming up for air. "You're all clean now my love. You however," she said to Chastity, "are not. May I? Please?" 

"You want to clean me?" Chastity asked with amusement.

"I want to eat Dave's cream from your pussy."

"Fucking hell Hattie!" gasped Dave. "This I have to see!"

Chastity laughed, she couldn't stop herself. Clients didn't usually offer to eat her pussy but Hattie seemed eager. Shaking her head in bewilderment she lay back and opened her legs once more. "Well Hattie, if you want to be a cum-slut here's your chance. I'm full of your husband's cream. Look how it keeps it keeps oozing out of me."

"Oh God yes," uttered Hattie her head disappearing between Chastity's soft thighs. 

Dave observed his wife's actions in stunned amazement. He watched her tongue lap greedily at Chastity's saturated cunt sucking out the cream he'd deposited inside it. He watched her hoover it up into her mouth and swallow it back, groaning with pleasure at the taste. Hattie's tongue swirled over Chastity's clitoris stimulating her to excrete more juices which she sucked at with puckered lips. Dave couldn't believe his eyes.

"Fuck Hattie you're so hot," he murmured, "so fucking hot."

Chastity let out a piercing cry and began to writhe on the bed. Clients didn't usually turn her on and her orgasms were an act. Not that night. Dave had triggered a genuine orgasm and the one Hattie teased from her with her nimble tongue was the best she'd experienced for a long time. Her body bucked and thrashed and her legs trembled as she fought the urge to slam then shut around Hattie's face. Chastity's orgasm was long and hard and with Hattie's continued stimulation she wore herself out with wave after wave of delirious contractions. 

When the waves subsided Chastity collapsed onto the bed sweating and drained. "Oh God," she gasped, "I didn't expect that."

Hattie ran a hand lovingly over the girl's prone body and pressed her lips against her mouth. The kiss lingered just long enough to make the call-girl purr. 

"I enjoyed that," Hattie whispered in Chastity's ear.

"Fucking hell, so did I!" chipped-in Dave.

Chastity laughed and ran a shaking hand down Hattie's arm. 

Hattie responded with smile and a kiss before crawling, catlike, up the bed towards her awestruck husband. Straddling him she took him in her arms and held him in an embrace so warm and loving, one reciprocated by Dave with equal tenderness.

Chastity rolled off the bed and got to her feet. She felt a little unsteadily. She took a deep breath, gathered up her belongings and started to dress. "Time's up I'm afraid," she said to the entwined couple. "I have to go...unless you pay for another hour. I'll willingly stay."

"No need," replied Dave, hugging Hattie tightly. 

Chastity smiled, "I thought you might say that. It was lovely to meet you both. I do hope we'll see more of each other. Make sure you ask for me when you make another booking."

"We'll be sure to," said Dave. He watched 

Chastity buttoned up her dress and smoothed it down. 

"I'll find your coat and show you out," said Dave politely.

Chastity waved a hand, "no need. I know where my coat is and my driver's outside." She blew a kiss at Hattie and Dave. "Until next time," she said as she slipped on her shoes and quietly let herself out. 

Hattie and Dave sank back on their pillows, their arms wrapped tightly around one another, their eyes glazed over.

"Thank you," whispered Dave kissing his wife's forehead affectionately.

"You're welcome. Did I do the right thing then? Or I didn't overstep the mark?"

"What do you think?" Dave smiled. "Hattie, I was thinking, can we err, you know, do that again sometime?"

Hattie raised an eyebrow, "that good huh?"

"Oh yes," he nodded.

"I can't afford her again, sorry. She was very expensive."

"I could pay and besides you have got a birthday coming up."

Hattie's sexy smile illuminated her face. "So I have!"



A First Time for Everything



An empty locker. An emptier locker room.

Apart from Danny Russo, the 18-year-old kid stuck in the limbo between high school and college.

He chewed at his fingernails, kicked at the floor. He did whatever he could to take his mind off the situation at hand.

It was all so absurd. Maggie Turner, his best friend and secret crush, a secret he planned on taking to the grave or at least to Palmetto Community College, wanted to try something different.

She was adventurous like that. Fun. Exciting. Playful. Nothing was ever out of the question. 

That was her power over him. Danny, while many things, was not adventurous. Never had been. In his and Maggie's various escapades, he was the reluctant voice of reason.

He just didn't like going outside his box. But he'd do it for her.

But this time was a bit different. This was a much more drastic change of pace.

Maggie Turner had invited Danny Russo to join her on her first trip to a nudist colony.

He couldn't say no for a lot of reasons. Some out of loyalty. Others out of boyish instinct.

He'd get to see her naked and they'd get to hang out, just the two of them. What a strange and enticing possibility.

Their parents didn't know, of course. They believed the cover story - a day at the nearest amusement park.

Well it would certainly be amusing but not in the roller coaster sort of way.

The car ride there was almost unnaturally natural. Maggie loved to talk. Danny loved to listen. Both did what they did best.

But the topic of the day's activity never came up.

Maggie tried desperately to convince him to see a new movie. Danny relented with little protest.

But he could hardly keep his hands steady on the wheel. Every inch of him burned, tingled. Quaked.

He was scared out of his adolescent mind.

Yeah, being nude with this wonderful girl was a dream. But that also meant he'd have to be nude.

And that was a problem.

Danny had never been nude in front of anyone since his mom gave him baths in the sink.

In locker rooms he dived into the stalls. He'd never needed to be nude at the doctor's office, thank God.

And now his every insecurity surged to the surface.

He was pudgy, or at least his six-pack was nowhere to be found.

He wasn't very defined, or at least nobody would mistake him for a Greek god.

But one thing terrified him most of all - the bane of so many men's existence - his penis.

He treated it like his own little secret, pardon the pun.

He never bothered to measure but he knew it was small. He was positive.

He could feel it shrink in his pants, the denim of his jeans rubbing at its head.

Then the next thought of Maggie naked would reach into his mind and it would grow again, threatening to strain the very same denim.

And now she'd see it in all its tiny glory.

And he could think of nothing else. Thank God she was talking. It was something of a distraction.

Until they parked at the Sunny Acres Nudist Colony.

Then Maggie went suddenly, worryingly silent.

There were only a handful of cars there. A squat building sat at the edge of the lot, dwarfed by a high, tree-covered fence that seemed to blot out even the sun.

If you didn't read the sign, you'd think it was a wildlife preserve.

And they sat in the car, silently, for a moment.

Then Maggie said it.

"Well we can't get naked in here." Just as quickly she darted out the door.

Danny did not. Hearing her say the words made everything so real. As real as the almost full erection threatening his pants.

It all hit him.

Her robust, wonderfully round breasts. He had no concept of measured size but they were big enough for his liking. A little more than a handful he guessed. Her curvy, strong legs. He'd heard some guys say there was too much meat on her bones. And for the most part these were guys who wouldn't stand a snowball's chance in South Florida with her. 

As she stood outside the car, a vision in the early day light, he imagined her naked for just a second.

Lightly tanned skin. That smile that could blind a room. The lines of her body all confidently arcing together. 

He got out of the car before he could get any harder. Still, he had to put his hands in his pockets or risk blowing his cover.

The front office of Sunny Acres looked like the standard Motel 6 lobby. Bright walls. A few generic paintings of trees and beaches.

But most Motel 6s did not have a naked man at the front counter.

He was somewhere in his 60s, if Danny had to guess. Fit, presentable. He was leaning over a nearly chest-high desk which covered all the concerning bits.

But he was welcoming as could be.

"Welcome, young folks, to Sunny Acres! We don't often get people your age."

"Well there's a first time for everything," Maggie beamed, almost hiding the waver in her voice.

"That's the spirit, my lady! Now are you two here to visit for the day?"

"No we're just here to ogle," Maggie joked. Danny forgot to laugh.

But the man did. He even leaned back and pantomimed covering himself up in faux-embarrassment.

"Oh please no! I don't got no britches on!" He laughed warmly.

So did she.

Danny swallowed hard.

"So that'll be two day passes. Forty five dollars, if you please."

Danny got the money out. He offered to pay for them both. She didn't protest.

The man took it kindly, counted it and put it in a lockbox behind the counter.

In his motion, both of them got a flash of his equipment.

Danny tried not to look for fear of it being far more impressive than his own.

Maggie couldn't help it. She'd never really seen one before. And this glimpse was too short to glean much.

"So is this your first time?"

"Yes," Maggie said quickly, looking up from his waist.

"Sure," Danny forced.

"Ahh two first-timers. How exciting. Here's how it works. Go down that hall. To the left are the men's locker rooms and the women's to the right. Go in, get naked and stow all your stuff in whatever locker you'd like. Then walk out into the Acres."

Danny couldn't move. Maggie grinned as best she could.

"That's it?" Maggie asked.

"That's it," he smiled. "Being a nudist is just that simple. O' course seeing as it's your first time we understand if you don't want to go all the way naked at first."

Color returned to Danny's face.

"How clothed can we be?" he managed.

"As much as you'd like, but we recommend sticking to swim trunks or underwear until you're ready."

Danny still took some solace in that.

"But where's the fun in that?" Maggie asked to no one in particular.

The color didn't last long in Danny's face.

"You've got the attitude, kid. Now go and have fun. I'm Frank. Come to me with any questions you may have."

He gestured to the hallway across the room. That dreaded, foreboding hallway.

Maggie and Danny walked across the seemingly unending lobby, reached the hall, and turned in their own respective ways.

The sign - MEN - looked like a death sentence to Danny.

Maggie wasn't so startled, but she wasn't her exuberant self either. So she tried a joke -

"See a lot more of you in a few."

She disappeared inside. And Danny may as well have curled up and died.

But he ventured inside.

As he was entering he caught a glimpse of a naked man exiting.

It was just enough to send a jolt through his system.

But now here he was.

Staring at a locker. Still in his t-shirt, jeans and tennis shoes. Soon to be in nothing more than a smile.

Should he even keep his boxers? She certainly won't be keeping anything. Not after that joke. Would she be disappointed if he wasn't naked right away?

He pulled off his t-shirt. His skin burned.

Even alone, in this big open room, he felt exposed.

The wall-length mirror by the exit showed his pale skin. He tried not to look at it.

Then his belt, which seemed to take an eternity to get off.

He flung off his shoes as he let his jeans hit the floor.

Every step was painful. 

He pulled his feet through his pants and took off his socks since he was in the neighborhood.

All that left were his boxers. 

Navy blue. Boring. Bland. Not unlike Danny. But the unmistakable print of his semi-erect cock bulged at the front.

He swore to himself. Punched a locker.

No amount of meditation would make it go down.

He stopped his tantrum for a moment. And pulled his boxers down.

It flopped out, gently pulsing over nothing in particular. A big vein ran up its top. Another source of insecurity. And its head, much bigger than the rest of it, swelled. Again, he hated it.

He looked in the mirror. Naked and alone. His dick sticking out from him, staring at the ground ahead. 

He turned beet red and pulled his boxers back on.

His cock bulged uncomfortably, but he wasn't ready for the ridicule.

He turned to the door, the exit and strode as proudly as he could muster.

It led to another hallway, this one with a lone exit - a door to sunshine and nudity.

He walked the interminable distance to the light and stepped out.

Sunny Acres was about a city block wide. Grass. Trees. Plenty of lawn chairs. Several pools. A snack bar. Various games fit for playing outside. And a host of naked bodies, mostly around retirement age.

Danny flinched. His penis twitched. But Maggie was nowhere to be found.

"Nice legs."

He froze. If possible he would've jumped out of his skin.

He turned. Slowly.

Maggie was standing behind him.

Fully clothed.

His penis, thankfully, shriveled. But the red on his face was impossible to hide.

"Thanks, I guess. I'd love to see yours." The second he finished saying it, he hated himself. It was a subpar James Bond line. Not a Danny Russo line.

She cocked an eyebrow and blushed.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I mean why aren't you less clothed?"

"I was more nervous than I thought. Sue me."

He wished he could, honestly. She got to see him in his boxer-clad glory. That was at least something. And she was supposed to be Ms. Adventure.

"So are we going to keep standing here or walk around?" she asked.

Danny gestured her forward.

She led the way across the property. 

The nudists already present gave them some glances. Particularly the still-dressed Maggie.

The ironic strangeness to that wasn't lost on Danny.

The first person they came across was a nice woman named Allison. A lifelong nudist in her 50s. As ordinary as your English teacher. It boggled Danny that such a normal woman would be a nudist, flaws and all. 

Still, his penis did grow a little when he looked at her breasts. And that scared the hell out of him.

She asked the usual questions about interest, why they weren't naked, etc.

"And you. Why don't you let the little guy free?" she asked of Danny.

The blunt forwardness of the question hit him unaware. He was turned on, embarrassed and confused at once. He could feel the pouch in the front of his boxers fill.

"I'm still getting used to it." Nervous laughter peppered his every word.

Maggie was noticeably flustered.

The next fellow they met was named Joe. A shy man of about 65. His age showed but he didn't seem to mind. He only really said his name and that was that.

Maggie snuck a peek at his penis as it poked out from his chair. Not much to see. Almost like a thumb, really.

She wondered what Danny's looked like. And it wasn't the first time today she had.

Brett was a different story. 40 or so. Loud, belligerent. But well-meaning. He called the pair from across the yard.

"I think we have some intruders."

Danny shrank. Maggie laughed.

They explained themselves. He clapped them both on the back with big, impressive arms.

He must've been a bodybuilder. He was pretty well-defined but not as much as in his prime. His cock, Maggie noticed, was also rather small. Or small to her, considering her lack of experience. It looked a bit like a thin index finger.

That said, she kept sneaking peeks.

"So have you built up your courage yet?" he asked.

"Almost," Maggie said.

"I have a headstart on her, so that's something." Danny nudged Maggie with his elbow.

"I can help that," Brett said before Danny could figure out what was about to happen.

In a flurry of motion and hands, Brett slipped his fingers in the waist of Danny's boxers and flung them to the ground.

"There." 

Danny couldn't do anything but let his mouth hang open for a few solid seconds. His cock out for the world to see.

That was all Maggie needed.

As soon as Brett started moving she could feel her adrenaline pump. She could feel her skin redden, warm.

And she watched as Danny's dick jumped from the sudden loss of its hiding spot. She only got a little peek before he covered it with his hand, although the head still hung out by his thumb.

He pulled up his shorts and stormed away.

"Oh I'm sorry," Brett said. "I was just messing around. I figured he'd do it sooner or later."

Maggie apologized herself then followed Danny.

He wanted to curse the gods of small penises, break a lot of expensive China and get the hell out of there.

It was a bad idea from the start.

Before he could get into the changing room, Maggie stopped him.

"Don't be like that."

"I'm sorry. You didn't just have your, uh, shortcoming exposed to your crush. So excuse me for being like that."

She stopped. Something caught her.

"Wait. Did you say crush?"

It's entirely possible Danny would've ended himself if he could've.

But he couldn't. So he hurried into the men's locker room and sat.

There was another man inside who was just about to get undressed. He must've been in his 30s. 

Danny didn't pay him any heed.

"I thought the idea was to be naked," the man said.

Danny shook it off.

"I'm not getting naked. I tried. Didn't like it."

"Why not?"

"Not my thing."

The man, left standing in his own briefs, looked long and hard at Danny.

"Can I take a guess?"

"No."

"You're insecure, aren't you?"

"And you don't understand the meaning of the word 'no.' Nobody's perfect."

"What about?"

"Huh?"

"What's to be insecure about?"

Danny finally looked at him. He was overweight but with clothes on nobody would ever notice. His boxers were the only thing left covering him. He didn't really look but he could see the man's cock hang against his underwear as he took off his socks.

"I mean why are we all here?"

"I'm going to assume you mean nudity and not existentialism. In that case, why worry? It's a body."

"I know but it's mine and I hate it."

"Well that's healthy."

Danny turns away from him.

"I bet I know what it is," the man said. "You seem to have no problem showing your upper body and legs."

"What are you getting at?"

"You're worried somebody will see your willy."

Danny almost laughed at the word.

"Sure, for lack of a better term. My willy."

"Well why are you worried about it?"

"It's small, alright?"

"How small?"

"I've never measured."

"So how do you know it's small?"

"I just know."

Silence hangs for a second. The man still holds onto his briefs.

"Show me."

Danny leaps up and faces the man.

"What?!"

"Show me. If you think it's small, let me see it."

"No!"

"Why not? We're at a nudist colony. I'll show you mine."

"Um. This is a first for me."

"I've been doing this for years. I was worried like you. Now I'm fine."

"So what do you mean show you?"

"Look me in the eye. Put your hands in your boxers. And push them down."

"And you'll do the same?"

"I don't have to-"

"No. I feel like it'll help." Danny didn't really feel anything besides nervous tension. He had to get over his damnable fears. Maybe showing a guy first wouldn't be so bad. Maybe this was a first step.

He slipped his fingers into his boxers, feeling the elastic tighten on them.

The man did the same with his briefs.

"See? So far so good. It's easy."

"Ha yeah."

The man started pushing his arms down, lowering the briefs.

Danny could feel his breathing quicken. He followed suit.

Still looking him in the eyes, Danny could see the dark start of pubic hair at the man's waist.

He could feel his own start to lose its shelter.

The man's penis started to get exposed.

Danny looked down for a second.

"Ah-ah. Don't do that. I get one peek."

The man looked down briefly.

Danny's cock was already half out. The look forced him to pull his boxers back up.

"C'mon. You got this."

Danny pulled them back down. He could feel the elastic run over his sensitive head.

The man's penis flopped out and he let the briefs hit the ground.

Danny looked him in the eye as he let his fall as well.

"How do you feel?"

"Not horrible," Danny said.

"We're both exposed. So what?"

The man raised his arms. His penis hopped a little.

Danny looked.

"Now you can look if you want. But know that everyone else can, too."

Danny covered himself.

"Now that's cheating."

Slowly, Danny pried his fingers off.

He stared at the man's own member.

It was thick, at least he thought so. Not very long. Maybe three inches or so. A small head.

Danny stared at it curiously.

"Any longer and I'll have to charge you."

"Sorry. I'm sorry. I've never really seen another one before or at least been allowed to stare at one."

"That's fine. But I'd be careful if I was you."

He pointed to Danny's crotch.

Danny looked down. Horror.

He was almost fully erect. The excitement of being naked and seeing someone else naked with him was too much.

His cock throbbed and twitched. And this man was seeing it all.

"You got nothing to be worried about, kid. I'll see you inside once you've taken care of that."

The man exited, leaving Danny with his engorged cock, alone.

Danny could hardly do anything. He was too excited, too nervous and too embarrassed.

Then he heard it.

"Danny. Come back out."

His cock shrank.

He grabbed his boxer shorts and flung them on.

All his embarrassments flooded back.

Danny walked solemnly back down the hall to the light.

Once he stepped outside, he saw her.

Maggie Turner. Naked. Kissed by the sun.

Her breasts perked in the morning light. Tanlines couldn't be more evident but Danny didn't care. She was a curvy vision. Perfect in his eyes.

"Feel better now?" she asked, clearly blushing.

He did. And he didn't. His boxers were starting to bulge. In the back of his mind he wondered if he'd explode right there.

"Yeah. I really do." He tried not to stare.

"Now I'm the one with the headstart." 

"Looks that way."

"Can I even the score?"

He didn't know what she meant.

"Sure I guess."

So she walked up to him, nipples poking at his chest, slipped her hands in his boxers and pulled them down and she knelt.

He couldn't look.

But she could. And she did.

Out sprang a thick, heavy, hard cock. At least to Maggie.

A big vein ran down it, throbbing. By her estimation it must've been about seven inches at least. And it was inches from her lips.

"Oh my God."

"What? Did I do something wrong?" he asked in earnest.

"No, no. It's just... you're hard."

"Oh God. I'm sorry. I feel awful-"

"Don't."

She couldn't help but stroke it with her soft, caressing hands.

"I had no idea you were this big."

"Neither did I," he said, as she rose to her feet.

His bulging cockhead brushed at her waist. She bit her lip.

"Well most of the girls know how big all the guys were in high school, but you never came up," she said.

"I always changed by myself."

She grabs his cock and softly tugs at it.

"Well I don't see why. I was surprised when Brett pantsed you."

"Why? Did it look tiny?"

"No, no. It was really nice. Bigger than any of the ones I saw here today."

"You know I think I could get used to the nudist lifestyle," he said, standing a bit prouder.




A First Time for Everything



"Me too," she said, stroking him as they walked into the men's locker room.



A First Time for Everything



As I get older, I have an ever present fantasy of sharing my wife with another man. I'm not a cuckold and I'm certainly not lacking equipment, I just have a strong desire to see her be completely consumed. 

We both are in our early 30's and we've been married for 5 years. Our sex life is still amazing. We tend to each others needs, explore each other's fantasies, and keep an open communication. Like most happy couples, we've run into situations that push our boundaries and lead to us spicing up things up a bit. Between fetish clubs, swinger parties, and just your everyday nightlife in NYC, let's just say we've had our fun. However, I've yet to provide her with that one particular experience.

This is how the story begins:

I was going to make this happen. I was going to find my wife another stud for her pleasure. The catch was that I wasn't going to tell her. I figured the adrenaline of the surprise would only add to the fantasy. It's a strange thing cruising for another man to fuck your wife with you. My first instinct was to find a stranger. I don't think she or I could deal with the awkwardness of inviting a close friend or even a casual acquaintance into our sex life. Looking online seemed like easiest way to begin my search. 

I posted an ad on Craigslist and opened up an account on Adult Friend Finder determined to find a match. What came was a slew of duds. All I got were creepers who sent one line of text followed by a blurry dick pic. It was incredibly difficult to find someone I thought would both turn my wife on and respect our relationship at the same time. Also, my standards were ridiculously high. You see my wife is a drop dead gorgeous lingerie model who nearly stands at 6 feet and has big dark eyes that match her beautiful long dark hair. It sounds like a bold lie, but it couldn't be further from the truth. I absolutely couldn't settle for second rate. 

2 weeks went by and I nearly gave up my search until I received a very articulate well formed email from a guy who was in NYC on business from Italy. In brief, he was looking for a sexy, sane couple to play with and attached a couple of perfectly normal G rated pictures. Something about his email gave me a very good feeling and I followed my gut.

His name was Marco and he was 33 from Milan. He was a handsome guy, he matched my height at 6'0, and had a light olive complexion with dark close cropped hair that had a slight curl to it. He definitely had a young business man vibe about him, but with out the douchiness of your typical Wall St. guy. Needless to say, I think my wife would approve.

He told me that he was staying at a sexy, luxury hotel room in Tribeca and that he'd be happy to host us during a weeknight. I accepted, but explained that I'd like it to be a surprise, so we came up with a plan. I told my wife that a friend at work had a free night at a hotel downtown and gifted it to me. In doing so, I told her we should make a night of it. I told her to put a sexy dress on and meet me for dinner and drinks before we enjoyed our little stay-cation.

The day arrived and I was acting really fidgety. Noticeably so. I kept spacing out at work didn't get much of anything done. The idea of executing this gave me a ton of anxiety, but also left me extremely horny. I had to hide my throbbing erection for much of the work day.

After work, I raced downtown to the hotel to meet Marco in person. It was awkward at first. Looking into the eyes of a man that would possibly be deep inside my wife in just a few hours. The meet and greet was important for the simple fact that I realized that I had chosen well. He was extremely friendly and had a very calm and relaxed demeanor. We didn't talk about the sex, but I made it very clear that he was to follow my lead and treat us both with respect. He gave me an extra keycard to his room and told me he was looking forward to the experience.

I set off to meet my wife at the restaurant and I was the first to arrive. The waiter brought me a drink and I as I was taking my first sip I saw her enter the dining room. The way she entered made the entire room fall silent for what seemed like an eternity. She was wearing tall black heels followed by the shapeliest dress of black silk i have ever seen. In the most tasteful way possible it looked like it was painted on her 38" hips and natural double D breasts.

Dinner was incredible and lavish and it felt fun to splurge on a random weekday. We had one last round of drinks and then I suggested that we go check out our room. In the elevator, on the way up to the 27th floor, I told her that she looked exquisite and she leaned in to kiss me and reached down to give my cock a subtle squeeze. She was just as horny as I was and she had no idea what was about to happen next.

We got to our room and before I opened the door, I took off my black tie and told her that I wanted to blind fold her with it. She nervously agreed. I gave her a look and trusted that she couldn't see. I opened the door and it revealed an unbelievable room that put most New York City apartments to shame, plus the view was incredible as well. I led her inside, I put some music on and then returned to her gently caressing her body and kissing her neck. She let out soft sighs and smiled at my touch. All the while, Marco was sitting on the sofa completely quiet watching us wearing a devilish smile.

I moved behind her while kissing her neck and started to unzip her tight, beautiful dress. The zipper went down slowly and reached a point where it fell to the ground revealing her big, perfect tits as well has the rest of her striking figure. Marco was staring in awe and sporting a not-so-subtle erection. Nervous on how to proceed I motioned towards us and decided to just go for it. I was still behind her caressing her hips and ass while kissing her neck. She continued to smile in glee and sigh at the sensation and sensory deprivation. Marco was right in front of her now and I nodded to him. Without hesitating he bent down and took her erect nipple into his mouth and gently sucked. 

She jumped when her body realized what was happening and let out a series of short breaths. I whispered to her that she's ok and that I'm with her and that I may have invited a friend. At this her fear turned into an almost maniacal grin. Marco continued to fondle and suck on her tits with a gentle passion and my wife continued to enjoy herself even more. 

With the blindfold still on, she reached down and squeezed my hard cock through my pants and began to unfasten my belt. She dropped to her knees and took my pants down. Marco took this as a cue to step away and take his shirt off. She freed my 8" cock from my pants and immediately put it in her hungry mouth. With her other hand she reached blindly at where Marco had been. Using some kind of mystical female sonar, she found his bulging crotch and stroked him through his pants while she slobbered all over my aching hard on. She took me out of her mouth and pivoted over to Marco and began to unzip his pants. As his cock flung out of his briefs, I slipped off her blindfold.. 

She looked at his big, thick uncircumcised dick and she smiled at it Then she looked up at him and said, "hi," before taking him into her mouth. I just stood there examining this undeniably hot scene. Marco was not quite as long as I was, but he was definitely thicker. I loved seeing her raw sexual passion being taken out on this stranger's cock. His eyes were rolled back into his head and he was moaning. I stepped closer and she released him from her mouth and took both of us in her hands and stroked looking up and smiling at us. She knew she was in for a fun night.

We led her onto the bed were I buried my face into her soaking wet pussy. While i was busy, Marco was getting acquainted with my wife kissing her and squeezing her tits with both of his hands. I could hear muffled moans as I began to intensify the stroking of my tongue. Being very focused for a while I looked up to notice that Marco was kneeling next to her head as she sucked his cock some more.

She couldn't take any more tease and demanded that one of us fuck her. Marco gave me the honors, but I insisted that he go first. I wanted to watch my wife get fucked from a 3rd person perspective. I knew how hot she was and I knew how good she felt, but nothing solidified those feelings more than when I watched another man take her for the first time.

He placed her feet on his chest and lowered his thick cock into her tight aching pussy. Even with all of her wetness, she was incredibly tight. I watched him enter her inch by inch. Once he found a groove, he began slowly pounding her deeply making her wail in delight. She motioned for my cock and wanted me near her. She looked into my eyes and she didn't even have to speak to tell me that she loved this idea and loved my dirty mind for making it happen.

We continued for awhile taking turns fucking her and getting sucked at the same time. One of the walls in the hotel room was a large scale mirror and it was particularly hot watching the scene. It was like being in a porno starring us. The more we fucked the more creative we got. I had her on all fours on the bed, while i stood and fucked her from behind. Marco was relaxing in the bed receiving an incredibly slick hand job while his balls were being licked and sucked.

And then it was time.

I pulled out and slid my wife on top of Marco and placed her on his cock. She sat still kissing him while he was deep inside making her entire body quiver. I leaned down and dove my tongue into her asshole providing it was even more lubrication than what was already there. She clenched realizing what i was about to do, but gave no sign to stop. I reached down and slowly guided my cock into her ass. 

It wasn't easy or quick, but Marco and I managed to fit our hulking cocks inside of her at the same time. I hadn't felt tightness until that moment. Almost like a well functioning machine, we began alternating our thrusts making her screams inaudible. She yelled, "don't stop! Harder! Faster! Stuff me with those cocks!" I've never seen her more ravenous for sex than in that moment. We fucked her hard and we fucked her long until Marco tapped me on my leg. I knew he was about to explode. And so was I.

I gently pulled out of her ass and she flipped on her knees in front of us. Like a crazed, proud slut, she presented her tits in her hands and opened her mouth wide. She commanded us, "give me your cum!" "Shoot your hot fucking load into my face!" Marco looked at me and I nodded knowingly back at him and he stoked him cock more fiercely and let out and long groan as his cock exploded in four quick bursts filling up my wife's mouth and drenching her chin in hot cum. She swallowed most and the rest dripped down to her waiting tits. She turned to me and said, "your turn baby, give it to me." I slowed my stroking, increased my grip on my cock, and took a small step back. At the point of no return, I squeezed the head of my cock tightly and shot my cum all over her tits. 

Both of us dazed and confused over an intense orgasm, we couldn't help but notice her bright smile piercing us with her face glistening in cum and her tits covered and dripping. 

We cleaned up, we showered, and shared a bed together. My wife cuddling both of us and drifting to sleep, exhausted from our well organized fuck fest. We both worked in the morning, but it was completely worth it. She woke me up the next morning quietly and kissed me. Marco was still sleeping. She said that she had on of the best nights of her life and that she couldn't imagine that experience going any better. I told her that I'm so happy I have a such an amazing wife that I can be so open and honest with. I asked her if we should head home and let him sleep, but she said "I think before we leave we should say goodbye first and I know just how to do it." I smiled as she got on top of Marco and put his sleeping cock into her mouth.



A First Time For Everything



Driving down the road only blocks from my destination, I begin to have second thoughts. Here I was a 28-year-old man, good job, great friends, and a sexy girlfriend. Now I was about to risk it all for a chance at a fantasy that had haunted me for months now. 

I was about to have my first homosexual experience. I had wanted this for so long and now I was only minutes away. The butterflies in my stomach were going strong as I rolled closer to Jeff's house. 

Jeff was an 18-year-old guy. He was still in High School and was completely out as a bisexual. We chatted, emailed, phoned, and traded pics for months, all behind the back of my girlfriend Allison. 

Jeff was 6'1, 175 pounds, short brown hair, and beautiful blue eyes. He worked out and played a couple of sports at school. He was in very good shape. His chest was so sexy and strong. Jeff was smooth, just the way I liked. His cock from the pictures he sent was about 7 inches long and cut. It was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen. 

As for me, my name is Brad. I'm not nearly the hot specimen that Jeff is. He doesn't seem to mind though. He just wants to be with an older man. I'm 5'10, 180 pounds, black hair, and brown eyes. I have some extra weight on me that I would love to lose, but I'm not all that bad. My chest has some light hair sprinkled over it and is still pretty attractive. My cock is my best feature. It's 8 inches and very thick. My girlfriend Allison can't get enough of it. 

My brand new dark blue Chrysler PT Cruiser rolled up to Jeff's block. I scanned the addresses looking for 2367. There it was, a cute white house with a nice garden in front. I parked across the street and took a deep breath before walking towards his house. I have to admit, I was scared. I thought crept through my mind. What if Jeff had lied about everything? It would have been easy to steal someone else's pictures. I would just about die if Jeff weren't who he said he was. 

I was at the door now. Thoughts were racing through my head at a very rapid pace. I could still bail if I had to. It wasn't too late. I shook my head and forced my hand to the buzzer. I pressed and it rang. My heartbeat was going crazy. This was the most craziest and exciting moment of my life. 

The door opened and there stood Jeff. He looked just as the pictures suggested. I was relieved. One worry down. 

"Hey, you must be Brad," Jeff said through the screen door. 

"Uh, yeah, that's me alright."

I walked into his house. His parents and siblings were gone for the weekend, so it was just he and I. 

"Brad, let's sit and get better acquainted," the high school senior said to me. I eyed his tight butt as he sat on then old couch. 

"So....", I managed to say. I was such an idiot. 

"Brad, you look a little nervous. Don't worry I won't bite. Unless you want me too."

We both laughed at that comment. It eased the tension a bit. 

"Yeah, I am nervous. This is all so new to me."

"Don't be. I'm the same guy you've written to, talked on the phone for months. We are just gonna take our relationship to the next level."

"Yeah, I know. Nice place you got here," I blurted out. I was still nervous. 

"Brad, sit next to me. We both know this is why you're here."

Jeff's hand patted the space right next to him on the couch. I smiled sheepishly and sat next to the 18 year old. 

"Can I put my hand right here?" 

Jeff put his hand high on my thigh. My black jeans felt as if they weren't there. I could feel the heat from his hand. Jeff then leaned over and kissed my forehead, my nose and brushed his full lips against mine and smiled. Damn this boy knew what he was doing. I was putty in his hands at that point. 

"I'll go slow for you Brad."

Once again he leaned his cute face over towards mine. His lips locked onto my lips and we were kissing. Very slowly he kissed me, no tongue yet, but very sensual. His hands were running along my thigh making me so hot. 

Then we started. His tongue flew into my mouth and my tongue instinctively did the same to him. We were making out. My hands were caressing the hair on his head, his hands along my back. I was making out with another man. My mind was delirious as we went at it for several more minutes. 

Jeff then stopped and smiled. He was so adorable. His blue eyes and cute button nose drove me crazy. This is the man I was going to fuck. No, the man I was going to make love to. He slipped his hands under my tight black T-shirt and began taking it off. I raised my hands as he slid the shirt up. Before slipping the shirt off, he gently kissed my armpits. Shivers ran through my body. Now, totally topless, Jeff began his work on my already erect nipples. His hot tongue lathered them and sucked on them, as I never knew I wanted. 

RINGGGGGG!

The phone rang. It startled me and briefly woke me up from my dream state. Jeff whispered something about the answering machine and continued licking my nipples and kissing my neck. 

The answering machine picked up. 

"Jeff, this is dad. Pick up the phone, I know your home. We need your help. We left the tickets on the bedroom dresser. Pick up!"

Jeff slid off me and towards the phone. He took the cordless to another room and I just sat there catching my breath. 

A couple minutes later, Jeff came into the living room swearing. 

"I'm so sorry Brad, but I gotta drive down the airport and give my parents their plane tickets. There flight was delayed so I have time, but I gotta go now."

I was shocked. I got up and began putting my shirt back on and heading for the door. 

"Hey sexy," he kissed me, "I'll be back in an hour or so. Hang out here. My house is your house."

"Really, you still wanna do this?"

"Brad, I couldn't wait for this moment for months. Of course I want to do this. I want you."

I smiled. This was so surreal. Another man was telling me that he wanted me!

I kissed Jeff passionately as he went out the door. I watched as he hopped in his old Chevy Nova and drove off. 

Dejected and still horny, I had no idea what to do. Kissing and making out with Jeff was so hot and now I'd have to wait. I sat down on his couch and thought about what to do. I decided to snoop around the place. 

I walked into Jeff's room. It was the normal teenagers room. There were posters of hot girls, bands, and sports pennants everywhere. His bed was unkept and he had dirty laundry lying across the floor. At his desk was his computer. The very same machine that we first connected. It was already on so I decided to connect to the net. I checked my e-mail and then began searching for some hot gay pics. 

That's how all this stuff happened with Jeff. I was horny and pissed off at Allison for not wanted to have sex. I had been bi curious for a while now. I hadn't any experiences at all, just my fantasies. I'd look for pics on the net of hot guys blowing each other. Men kissing men turned me on as well. I posted a few ads, but none of the men appealed to me. I wanted a guy with a great body, cute face, and a horny appetite. Personal ads weren't working so I hit the gay/bi chat rooms. I'd cyber with these men, as I'd masturbate with one hand and type with the other. In one of these chat rooms, I met Jeff. We chatted and he seemed cool. Jeff was pretty near where I lived, only 20-30 minutes away. I will never forget when he sent me his picture. I was in awe. He was hot! His pic consisted of Jeff with his shirt off showing me his awesome chest. He had on plaid boxers with a little surprise sticking out. You could see his penis, not all of it, but enough to get you thinking of how it would taste in your mouth. 

Jeff and I became fast friends. We e-mailed each other almost everyday. We shared fantasies and told each other of our sex lives. Jeff was bi and very out. His parents, friends, and his whole high school knew. Most of his experiences were with men. Jeff would explain in breathtaking detail of the hot nights he would spend with the athletic jocks and horny brains at school. I remember asking him why he never told me of his exploits with girls. He'd explain how the girls at school thought he was disgusting for being bi. I later began to think that was just an excuse. Jeff never got very excited when I talked about fucking my girlfriend Allison. 

Weeks past and I finally sent some of my racy pictures Jeff's way. He loved them. He told me jacked off looking at my body almost every night. We then began our phone relationship. I was falling for this boy and hearing his sexy voice only made it worse. The two of us engaged in some pretty heavy phone sex along the way. Telling each other what nasty thing we wanted to do to each other. Jeff would tell me that he wanted to sink his cock into my tight round ass. I told him I wanted to slide his cock deep into my mouth and swallow all his teenage cum. We did this for over a month and all without my live in girlfriend finding out. 

Jeff began to talk about getting together and backing up all the talk we made to each other. Being inexperienced, I was scared. Having cybersex was one thing, meeting was another. I wasn't sure if I was ready yet. Jeff kept pressuring me for weeks, promising nobody would find out. I finally gave in. I had realized that I really wanted Jeff. I wanted to feel a man's naked body next to mine. I wanted to experience sex with a hot young stud. 

That brings us up to this weekend. I told my girlfriend Allison that I was going fishing with some buddies. I had to tell my buddies to back up my story. They of course wanted to know why. I didn't tell them about Jeff, but hinted that I would be getting some. They wanted to know all about "her" when I got back. 

This leads me to where I am now. I was in Jeff's room with my pants down looking at gay pornography. I'm stoking my 8-inch cock furiously trying to get off before Jeff came back. 

"That guy's ass is good enough to eat, don't you think Brad?" a strange voice startled me from behind. It was Jeff and he was smiling from ear to ear. Just adorable. 

I got up and began pulling up my pants. Jeff wagging a finger at me told me to leave them down. He stepped towards me and cupped my naked ass and kissed me like I've never been kissed before. It was so soft, wet, sensual, and yet so masculine. Jeff layed me on his bed and continued probing my mouth with his tongue. His hands had found my manhood and were gently stroking my cock. He got up from me and winked and left the room. What now, I thought?

My teenage lover came back with a bottle of wine. Jeff popped the cork and took a swig. He passed the bottle to me and I did the same. He then kissed my lips and we both tasted the strong flavor of the wine on our tongues. He once again removed my shirt and kissed my nipples. I loved the way he was pleasing me. My eyes closed and I cooed encouragement toward my 18-year-old lover. 

"Ooooh," I cried as a cold liquid fell on my chest. 

I looked up and saw Jeff slowly dripping the wine on my chest. He smiled when our eyes met and hurried down to slurp up the rich juices. He then licked his way down my chest to my tummy. He stopped and dripped wine in my navel. Jeff's tongue sucked the juice up while fondling my balls. 

I cried in pleasure as I felt Jeff's mouth inch down my treasure trail and between my thighs. He kissed and licked the sides of my cock. My member twitched and was about to explode as the sensations of another man licking my penis was too much. Then I felt the cool wine droplets fall on my cock and balls. The coolness of the wine halted my cock's pending eruption. 

Jeff smelling my hot sex along with the sweet smell of the wine slid my thick penis into his mouth. His mouth was like a sauna, hot and steamy. I felt his tongue caress the sides of my cock. The room was getting hotter, my head started spinning, and my cock was as hard as it ever was. Jeff was fucking my cock with his mouth. My golden brown balls were smacking up against his face while I was moaning and groaning in absolute rapture. 

"Uhhh Jeff, I'm gonna cum, ohhhh, yes, this is so good, ahhhh, yessss"

Jeff slipped his lips off my rod as I came. My orgasm shook me like a freight train. I came so hard and long that I totally forgot about Jeff. When it ended I smiled as I saw Jeff's face moving towards me. His face was covered in white slimy cum. It was all over his eyes, nose, and lips. It was the hottest thing I had ever seen. Cum was dripping off his face as our lips met. As we kissed I tasted my own cum in Jeff's mouth. It tasted salty, but good. I began to clean my lover's face, slowly by surely enjoying the taste of cum with each lick. I could only imagine was Jeff's cream would taste like. 

After finishing my cleaning, Jeff slid down my sweaty naked body and began to suck on my balls. I felt it and it felt good. Unfortunately my cock was spent. The poor guy had been worn out by an experienced cocksucker. 

Jeff lifted my legs up in the air and began to devour my asshole. I could feel his tongue probing me, moistening my anus. It was a whole new pleasure in which I've never experienced. It looked like it was going to be that kind of day. 

My eyes were closed and I felt like I was in a dream state. I quickly awoke as I felt the tip of Jeff's cock enter my ass. He was gentle and patient, but my ass was tight and the pain came quickly as he eased himself in. My asshole expanded to make room for Jeff's penis. It stretched and I winced as he continued entering me with his 7-inch cock. 

Then Jeff stopped. He had filled my ass up. I could feel him inside me and with a little fear and a lot of excitement; I waited what was to come. Jeff began to pull out and then back in. Through the pain I began to feel pleasure. Seconds later the pain subsided and all I felt was joy of having a big fat cock in my ass. 

Jeff began to quicken his pace. In and out, in and out...I began to moan his name. Jeff, who up to this point hadn't said a word, began to talk. 

"Oh yes, I'm fucking your hot ass!"

"Yessss," I cried.

"Your so tight, uhhh yeah, Brad, how do you like your first ass fucking?"

"Ohhhh, yessss, I love it!"

"You're my little bitch aren't you? You need my cock!"

"Yesssss!"

"Say it!"

"I need you hard cock, ohh yesss, faster, I'm your bitch, fuck me Jeff, fuck me!"

Jeff was pounding my ass furiously. His balls were making loud slaps as he thrusted into me. I was moaning Jeff's name, as he was mine. We both were in total ecstasy. I was fingering my nipples and Jeff was stroking my cock as he fucked me. My cock was back and ready for more. 

"Uhhhh, yesssss, Brad, ohh, your ass is so good, I can't hold off any longer, uhhhh."

"Jeff! Oh yes, Jeff! Fuck me like your little slut. Cum in my ass. I wanna feel you hot cock cum inside me, ohhhhh Jeff!"

My cock exploded once again. It was pointing up in the air and cum was flying all over me. Jeff, still stroking me stuck out his tongue and caught a few drops of my cum. This proved too much for Jeff as I heard him moan loudly, his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he came. 

I felt the muscles in his cock spasm and warm liquid spewed into my body. Stream after stream flowed as Jeff moaned and cried. I could feel the warmth of his cum in me. My cock was still spasming as he dumped his whole load in my ass.

Suddenly Jeff was done. He slowly pulled out and I heard a pop when his cock left my warm ass. I could feel cum dripping out of my asshole as Jeff laid next to me. He still had his shirt on so I quickly remedied that and sucked on his erect nipples. Jeff was exhausted. Quite frankly so was I. Both of us on our back with flaccid cocks looked at each other and kissed. I whispered the words "Thank You" to him. Jeff put his finger on my lips to keep me quiet and kissed me gently. We rolled up next to each other and melted into each other's arms. In that position we fell asleep, two naked men, holding each other after the most intense most electrifying sexual experience of our lives. 

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A First Time for Everything



Chestnut Falls, 1949

My breath had become ragged as I pumped my dick harder. I closed my eyes tighter and tried to ignore the sound of my mother's vacuum cleaner coming from downstairs. Why did she insist on beginning her housework so early in the morning? I bit my lip and pumped faster, then slower, softer. My bed was creaking. It was no use, it just wasn't going to happen. Not this morning.

I lay in my bed and desperately tried to remember last Saturday night. I had taken Principal Pullman's daughter, Emily, to the drive-in movie. We arrived late and the show had already started, but that didn't matter to us because we weren't there to see the movie. I don't think we had been parked for two minutes before Emily was leaning over me, pulling at my pants, and sucking on my dick like a starved pup. It was incredible.

When I had gotten word from my buddy, Bryce Rockwell, that Emily was a sure thing, I knew I needed to strike fast. I caught up with her during lunch on Friday and we made a date for Saturday night. And then, there we were: sitting in my convertible at the drive-in, my head back while the screen flickered above us, and little Emily slobbering on my rod.

I didn't last long - who could with a girl like Emily? The girl was a natural-born cocksucker. I bust my nuts into her mouth and she kept on going like a champ. She worked her tongue around my johnson, savoring my gunk, moaning for more. I have to admit, I'm a gusher so I was more than able to oblige and filled her pretty little mouth until she was forced to swallow it down. She kept her lips firmly sealed around me and I unloaded another fresh batch for her to taste. I was weak by the time she had tamed my throbber and was softly licking me clean. When she was finished she wiped herself up and flashed me a cute smile. I wanted to hold her, to have her lean into me, but she seemed ready to go home soon after. When we pulled up to her house she jumped out of my car and when I asked when we'd go out again, she just smiled, waved me off and dashed up the front walk to her house. I knew then that I wouldn't have another date with her; she was finished with me.

And now, here I was, lying in my bed on a Tuesday morning, thinking about her and feverishly trying to rub one out before I had to get up and get ready for school. But it just wasn't happening no matter how hard I tried. I was desperate to feel Emily's mouth on my penis, just once more.

The vacuum had stopped. "Steve, are you awake?" my mother called from downstairs. "It's time to get ready for school or you'll be late!"

My hand stopped, there was no use, it just wasn't going to happen this morning. Frustrated I kicked my sheets off me and sat up. My dick was a bulging hard-on. I huffed as I began to unbutton my pajamas. At the ripe age of eighteen, the agony of sexual frustration was killing me.

"Steve?..."

"I'm awake," I called. "I'm getting ready now, I'll be down shortly."

I pulled off my top and threw it down on the ground. My penis, poking out from beneath my pajama bottoms, guided me like a compass to the bathroom. This was going to be a long day.

***

When I arrived at school I immediately began looking for Emily. My penis had gone down a bit, but was still chubbed just enough to be uncomfortable. In my mind, I was certain I could find Emily, she'd see me and instantly recognize the spell she had over me, take pity on me, and give me the relief I needed.

The halls of Madison High were bustling; the bell would ring in less than 10 minutes. I needed to focus. Maybe if I booked it over to her locker I could catch her. I made a beeline to where she would be when suddenly I saw her. My heart sank. Emily was leading Arnold Caulfield by the hand into the school library. I froze and watched as the two of them ducked in through the door, Arnold checking behind them to see if anyone had caught them. It was obvious what the two of them were up to; it was evident in their body language, the way Emily led Arnold by the hand, the way Arnold followed. Of course, the chub that was tenting in Arnold's pants foretold all too well as to what would come next. My chance with Emily had expired. I was history.

I turned around, defeated, and made off for my locker.

***

The morning had been excruciating. My first three periods dragged on and on, and I was certain the final remaining fifteen minutes left in Mr. Cooper's fourth period biology class would last for an eternity. Emily was seated on the other side of the classroom by the window. I couldn't help but stare at her as she twirled her pencil and I watched as every so often she would place the end of it delicately against her lips. She must have had an oral fixation, yet another reason she drove me wild. But she didn't even glance my way. She was listening to Mr. Cooper's lecture, shutting me out completely. I watched her play with the pencil, I saw her tongue gently grace the end of it as it rested gently on her soft, pouty lips. The blood was rushing to my penis again.

My eyes began to bore into her. 'Emily, Emily,' I thought. Maybe I could send her my thoughts telepathically. 'Emily, please. Do it again. Please. Put your mouth on it.' I imagined us sneaking away, out of class and into the boys' bathroom. She'd push me up against a stall and drop to her knees. She'd be craving me, needing my dick, hungry for my sperm. She'd pull my pants down and I'd be ready for her. She wouldn't waste any time with kisses, or licks, or strokes, she'd just bury herself down on me, and start sucking me with everything she had. I would thrust slowly into her face, my dick gliding in and out of her mouth, down and out of her throat. I'd look down at her and know she would be mine, and only mine. She'd look up at me with her big, beautiful green eyes peering over my johnson as it stuffed her face. And then, I would lose all control. My balls would be ripe and ready to burst forth all their juices. I'd clutch Emily's head, I'd open my mouth and cry out, "Emily! I'm going to — "

"MR. ANDREWS!" The voice was booming and knocked me out of my daydream. I looked around. I wasn't in the boys' bathroom. I hadn't been pushed up against the bathroom stall and Emily had definitely not been sucking my dick. I blinked; members of the class were snickering.

"Ye — yes?" I squeaked.

The class laughed.

"Mr. Andrews, are you with us now?" Mr. Cooper asked.

I licked my lips, my mouth had become dry. I nodded. "Yes, yes, sir," I replied, embarrassed.

"Good," Mr. Cooper said. "Then perhaps I can proceed with the lesson?"

Mr. Cooper returned to the blackboard and continued with his lecture. I was out of sorts. I shook my head and looked back over to Emily. She was still completely unaware of me. But something caught my eye. I looked. Sitting right behind Emily, David Potter was smiling at me. Was he looking at me? I blinked, looked around the classroom and returned to meet his eyes. He was definitely focused on me. I gave him a curt, friendly smile and then ducked my head down, pretending to write something in my notebook.

The bell rang. The class jumped to its' feet as everyone slammed their books closed and made a dash for lunch. I sat in my seat, still bewildered from my thoughts. I noticed someone approach my desk.

"Are you ok?"

I looked up and saw David hovering over me with an expression of concern, tinged with delight.

I forced a smile. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." I replied. "Just tired."

"It looked like you were out of it," he joked.

I made a face. "No, just trying to stay awake. You know how Mr. Cooper can drone on."

"Definitely," David replied. "Well, it's lunch time; I guess I'll see you around."

I gave David a nod and he walked off. I sat there at my desk for a moment, puzzled. David and I had never been friendly with one another, not that were was any animosity or anything, we just ran with different crowds. We didn't hang out together, we hadn't really spoke to one another — why was he so concerned with me now?

My boner had died down so I stood up and gathered my things. I was ready to blow. Maybe, with some privacy, I could rub one out in the bathroom during lunch.

***

In the boys' bathroom I splashed some cold water on my face. I dried myself off and stared into the mirror. I had made up my mind; I'd lock myself into one of the stalls and quietly jerk off. I could cum into some wadded up tissue paper, flush my junk, and then I'd feel back to normal. I'd get Emily out of my mind and I could find peace again. No problem. I'd do it.

Suddenly the bathroom door opened and in walked David. "Oh hey!" he called when he saw me. "What's up?"

I couldn't meet his eyes. I felt guilty about my plan; could he see the embarrassment on my face? Did he suspect something?

"Everything ok?" he asked, concerned.

I nodded. "Yeah, yeah, everything's fine." I lied.

He stared at me. He wasn't convinced. "Really? Because you look really stressed out."

"Seriously, I'm fine," I tried to laugh it off but my mouth was becoming dry again. There was an awkward pause.

"I saw you staring at Emily Pullman during biology class." David said. "And I also saw you fixated on her during english."

I swallowed hard.

He snickered. "Man, you've got it bad!"

I made a face. "What?"

"You know what I mean," he replied. "You're smitten with her. You can't get her out of your head!"

I was silent, frozen.

"She's gotten you under a spell," he said. "And it's a bad one!" He laughed.

I dropped my head and looked at the floor. There was no use in lying. David could see everything as plain as day. I hadn't been aware of just how obvious I had been.

"So, tell me, what did she do to you?" he asked. "I've heard rumors around school that she's become the new all-star at Madison, teasing all the boys. So what did she do? She give you handjob?"

I was stunned.

"I hear her head is incredible." he said. "That's it, isn't it? She gave you head." He started to walk closer to me. "Is that it? Man, and that's a tough spell to break. That's what's got you so worked up, isn't it? You want more."

I swallowed again; I didn't know what to do. How did he know all this?

"Well, I hate to break it to you," he sighed. "But the thing is, with a girl like Emily, she only gives it to a guy once, and that's it. You're on your own now, pal."

"How do you know?" I blurted out.

"Because that's how these girls are at Madison!" he laughed. "Everyone knows that."

A knot began to tie in my stomach. My groin began to ache. Was he serious? Would I never have another chance with Emily? Would I feel this pain, this unsatisfied feeling forever?

"But, there is one thing that can help you out," he said.

I looked at him. He was walking closer toward me. "What's that?" I asked.

He smiled at me. I could see the mischief in his look, the sly way he looked at me. He knew I was about to jerk it, it was too obvious. He was going to call me out on it. His tongue parted his lips and he paused for just a moment. "I'll suck your dick."

My eyes widened. I was shocked. "What?!"

"I'm serious," he replied. "I'll suck your dick. I can do it better than she can. I've been doing it for a lot longer, and I know, firsthand, what a guy wants."

The knot in my stomach began to unravel and I became lightheaded. The thought of a blowjob right then and there made my head spin. I don't know what had come over me; I'd never once in my life wanted to be with another guy, but at this moment it was proving to be too irresistible. The offer to feel a warm mouth on my thick, aching throbber was too good to pass, regardless of who was offering.

I looked into his eyes. I had to admit, David was a cute guy, he always had been. Tan skin, brown hair, brown eyes. He had a toned, solid build, probably from all his years on Madison's swim team. He definitely wasn't an Emily, but right now I didn't seem to care. I felt his hand touch my side; it was an odd feeling at first, but I closed my eyes and went with it. I thought of his mouth, how it would feel. I could always pretend it was Emily's, right?

David leaned into me and held me. "Emily doesn't appreciate you the way I do," he said. I was slightly taller than him, for which I was grateful; I prided on being the dominant one. He nuzzled into my neck and moved his hands along my back. I welcomed his touch. "You're so handsome, Steve. So strong, and masculine."

It was easy to give myself to him. I was so horny, craving physical contact. David was affectionate with me, soothed me and gave me the attention I was desperate for. He planted kisses all along my neck and held me tight. He brought his hands over my chest and squeezed my pectorals and rubbed my biceps. He raised my arms and lifted my shirt up and over my head. I dropped my hands back down to my sides and he kissed my chest muscles.

"You smell so good," he whispered between kisses. His tongue flicked at my nipples and he began to nurse on one. I dropped my head back and I felt my hand slowly raise and rest on the back of his head as he sucked on my nipple. His mouth moved over my chest and explored my upper body.

"Let me see those biceps," he said through his kisses. A sheepish smile appeared on my face. I flexed for him and he swooned. He kissed my arms and sucked on my firm, bulging bicep. He gravitated toward my underarm and began to lick my armpit. My eyes rolled back into my head as his tongue massaged my tender skin, unfettered by my underarm hair.

While his mouth moved over my body, David's hand began to slide down toward my groin. It almost tickled until his hand rested over the growing bulge inside my pants. Gently he rubbed my swelling mound while he feasted on my nipple.

"I want to suck your dick," he whispered.

I let out a soft moan at the thought of finally receiving release. I looked down at him and our eyes met. With my fingers in his hair, holding him to my chest, I kissed him gently on the lips. "Suck it," I ordered.

David dropped down to his knees before me and immediately began to unfasten my belt and pants. He leaned into my groin and kissed the bulge though the fabric. My dick twitched. He curled his fingers over my waistband and pulled my pants down, freeing my manhood. My dick was harder than ever, primed and ready for him.

He moved closer and began to lap me up, taking in my strong, masculine aroma. "You smell so good," he moaned. He placed his hand around my shaft and lifted it up, exposing my balls. Delicately he began to lick my nuts. I let out a soft sigh at the feeling of his tongue against the soft, tender skin of my ball sack. He tongued my balls with long, deliberate strokes, moving in deeper and licking up my sweat. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of him loving me, caring for me, wanting me.

David began to stroke my shaft with his hand. He opened wide and took my balls into his mouth. Then, ever so gently, with his mouth full, he stuck his tongue out and swept it back behind my scrotum. My eyes were beginning to pop out of my head. I looked down at him, I had to see him; David was looking right back up at me with his big, beautiful brown eyes. I could see the hunger inside of him, the pleasure he took in tasting me, and the satisfaction my testicles were providing him.

David let my balls drop from his mouth; he repositioned himself and placed his hands on my thighs. My dick was throbbing, aching for more. He flashed me a little smile and without breaking eye contact, he opened his mouth wide and took me inside completely. A guttural moan escaped from me. His tongue was unbelievable soft, much softer than Emily's.

Naturally, my hands came up to rest on the sides of his head as he began to suck my cock to a steady rhythm. He was salivating and I could hear the swishings of his mouth as it worked me into a frenzy. He brought a hand to cup my balls and his fingers teased my taint. Slowly and methodically, I felt my cock going down deeper and deeper into his throat. His tongue moved back and forth along the underside of my throbber, as it slowly teased me down further and further into the warm recesses. His lips were moist and tender and stroked the base of my johnson as his mouth sucked me in further.

David was still making eye contact with me, watching me intently, determined to satisfy. He brought a hand up to my chest and caressed my pectorals, and gave my nipple a tiny pinch. The swishings of his mouth were becoming louder. His mouth was incredible, so warm, so wet, so soft. I couldn't help but begin to thrust, creating my own rhythm, forcing my cock into his face. He moaned with delight.

"Oh my god," I gasped.

David brought his hand to my shaft and dropped my cock from his mouth. "Does it feel good?"

I nodded and licked my lips. I wanted to say 'yes' but nothing came out; I was becoming breathless.

David could see I was speechless and was unable to converse coherently. He snickered and gave my dick a tug. "I told you I could suck a better dick than Emily; I know what a guy wants."

And, boy, did he? Emily had given great head for sure, but this was beyond anything I had ever experienced before. My toes were curling inside my sneakers. I could feel the sweat forming in my underarms. I gripped his head for leverage. He was driving me wild — and he knew it. He opened wide and stuck his tongue out. He slapped my dick on top of his soft, pink tongue. With each slap, my dick landed firmly against his tongue, splashing in his spit. His eyes became soft, "I want to taste your cum."

My heart skipped a beat. He was incredible. He began to plant soft, moist kisses on my cock head, his lips pursing themselves around the swollen glans. He didn't have to ask for my cum; at this point, with the sexual frenzy he had me worked into, he was a fool to think he had any choice in the matter.

I tightened my grip on the sides of his head and forced him down onto my fuck pole. "Just suck!"

He moaned loudly as I buried my cock deep into his throat. I didn't thrust, not now — right now I just wanted to see how much cock this boy could take. Slowly, I buried myself deeper, his throat opened up. He began whimpering, his eyes watered, but still I pushed myself down further. Almost there, just a little bit more. His whimpering was building. "Just take it! Take it!" I instructed. "You're doing good, almost there!"

He braced himself on my thighs as I pushed further. His nose was skimming my bush, only a few more inches. He pushed his tongue forward, through the seal of his lips and he was completely open. I pushed forth further and his face buried itself into my groin. I was firmly lodged down his throat.

"Good boy!" I exhaled. "Good boy." I held him there for a moment and reveled in his achievement. The tears were running down his cheeks. He had had enough. Slowly, I pulled out. David gasped for air and wiped his eyes. He looked up at me and smiled.

"You ready for more?" I grinned.

David nodded eagerly. "Yes."

I laughed. He was eager to please.

With newfound zeal he took me back into his mouth, brought a hand to my shaft and began to pump feverishly. His mouth milked me, the suction nearly knocking me off my feet and brought my head back into the game. It was time.

I ran my fingers through his rich, brown hair as his head bobbed back and forth on my flesh rocket. With the one hand pumping my shaft, he used the other to tickle my balls. And then I felt it. There was an explosion in my balls, my nut sack tightened, and my cum began it's journey to David's waiting mouth. "I'm cumming!" I cried, nearly doubling over David as he sucked unwaveringly. "I'm cumming!"

David pulled my dick from his lips and began to jack me off over his gaping mouth. He flicked his tongue over my dick slit and lapped up the first drippings of my boy juice. And then, I unloaded. The first discharge of spunk blasted from my cock and landed perfectly on his tongue. David's eyes widened with satisfaction. The gooey landings pooled and then slid down his tongue toward the back of his throat. My dick spasmed and a second discharge escaped, a thick, creamy wad streaking across his smooth, unblemished skin. It was beautiful but I didn't want to waste anymore of my gunk. I forced myself back into his mouth and David greedily accepted.




A First Time for Everything



The jizz that had pooled at the back of his throat increased the temperature in his mouth. It was amazing - the hot, humid environment of my new cum dumpster. My balls erupted again and another splash of sperm invaded David's mouth. David moaned in ecstasy; he was clearly loving it, savoring my salty flavor.

David was being a real champ. He swallowed my junk, and with it, he took me down further. He allowed me to pump into his throat for which I was more than happy to oblige. As a natural-born gusher, the dick milk surged out of me, drowning him. But from his sounds, it was obvious David wanted more.

I gave him one last blast of nut juice. The tidal wave of my seminal fluid poured over his tongue and filled his mouth to the brim. My dick basted in the warm, syrupy juices. David moaned softly and ever so sweetly, he opened his throat wide and swallowed his lunch.

I remained inside his mouth for a moment, unable to move. His soft tongue was coated with my mess and it was clear he relished in the lingering taste as he nursed on my softening member. He licked me clean and allowed my penis to drop from his lips.

My eyes were still closed, my head back against the stall, one of my hands still holding David's head. I remained still for a few moments; I was certain I'd wobble over and fall if I tried to walk. David was quietly laughing.

"Are you ok?" he asked with a wide grin.

I dropped my head to look down at him, my eyes glazing over. "That was incredible!" I breathed.

David bit his bottom lip, beaming up at me. He placed his hands on my thighs and gave them a gentle squeeze and began to rub them up and down. "Are you good to walk?" he laughed.

I smiled at him. "I think so."

A brief moment passed and then David flashed me another smile, playful and mischievous. "You know, if you're not completely spent, I can think of something else we could do."

I was still trying to catch my breath and wiped the sweat from my brow.

"If you're up for it, of course," he added.

I couldn't imagine what David had in mind. What could he possibly do to top this? He was a champion cock sucker, the best I'd ever had. I couldn't imagine anything coming close to the head he had just given me. But my curiosity was piqued.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

David got up on his feet and gave my penis a gentle tug. "Pull your pants up, and come with me."

***

We were still in the middle of the lunch hour when David lead me out of the boys' bathroom. He told me to follow him, which I did like a puppy dog. The hallways of the school were empty, the students and teachers were busy in the lunchroom and faculty lounges, no doubt.

When we approached the boys' locker room he took my hand and led me inside. "What are we doing here?" I asked.

He led me to a bench on the far end on the room. "We'll have more privacy in here; coach and the team won't be in here for an hour."

Suddenly, David turned around, released my hand, and planted a firm, passionate kiss on my lips. He brought his hands to my face, and without even realizing it, I wrapped my arms around him. We stood there in the dark, empty locker room in a tight embrace, kissing. His lips were unbelievably soft — soft, sensual, and delicious; I could have kissed him all day.

My head was swimming, my body becoming weak once again, my heart full of emotion. Not more than three minutes had passed since I had been leaning against the bathroom stall, pants down with my junk hanging out, having just been given the best blowjob of my life, and here I was, wanting nothing more than to strip down naked once again and have David suck on me. I still wasn't satisfied, I wanted more.

I released my embrace around David and began to tug at his clothes. I furiously began to unbutton his shirt, unfasten his belt and unzip his pants. His hands were also flying over the fasteners of my clothing. Neither of us could undress the other fast enough.

My dick was becoming hard again, and as I tore away more and more of David's clothing, I realized there was something else I wanted. As more and more of his flesh, his smooth, unblemished skin came into my view, my eyes began to wander over his body. His chest was smooth, not as muscular as mine but nonetheless solid and defined. His arms were strong, his waist enticing enough that I reached for it, spun him around and grabbed him with both hands. His stomach was flat and tight, my hands moved over it and grabbed and pulled his pants down to the floor, and that's when I saw it. His ass was a smooth, pink, delicious bubble. My hands reached for it and planted themselves over his gorgeous, supple cheeks. I gave them both a firm squeeze and David let out a whimper of pleasure. I was salivating; hungry for his ass.

I crouched down behind him and gazed at the beautiful sight. The curve of his ass was almost too much for me. A million ideas ran through my head at the sight, but the first thing I acted on was nothing less than primal instinct. I buried my face into his ass cheeks. I was over the moon; it was release, in itself. His ass was soft, but firm, smooth and malleable. I breathed in deep; he was so fresh, clean and soft I couldn't help myself. Sheer instinct forced my tongue out to taste the precious, bountiful flesh before me. My tongue made it's way directly to his tender pink asshole.

David let out a breathy moan as my warm tongue penetrated him. I drove my tongue in deeper, tasting his insides, exploring undiscovered territory. His cheeks squeezed my face with their adorable, pillowy quality. My hands clutched at them, forcing them apart. I swirled my tongue around his little hole; David was moaning louder. His sphincter was tiny and cute, and I was careful to be gentle with it — for the moment. I pulled back a bit and allowed my face to run over the soft, precious flesh of his butt cheeks. I had on many occasions found myself buried face deep in a girl's tits, tasting the soft bosom, but nothing could compare to this. Nothing I had ever experienced prior to this moment could supersede the ultimate perfection of David's luscious ass.

I realized my dick had once again become a raging hard-on and was desperate for attention. It would have been easy to get David to suck on it again, for him to make love to it with his mouth and milk it, siphoning my balls of their fresh seed, but my mind wouldn't let go of his ass. David's adorable bubble butt was hypnotizing me. I wanted it. More of it. The ideas were flooding my brain — his ass, my dick. What would it mean to bring them together? What would I do exactly? I gripped his ass tighter and brought my dick toward it. I wanted to explore it with my manhood. The thought of his cheeks squeezing my cock, the movement along my shaft, it was all coming together. His tiny, little hole — his precious, tender little hole, it would be so tight, so perfect.

I bent David over the bench. He lowered obediently, serving his ass up to me. There were no words between us, they would have been superfluous — David and I both knew what was going to happen. His ass was ready for me.

I took my dick into my hand, the pre-cum dripping from the slit. David, leaning over, waited patiently. I drove my dick into his darling little tush. There wasn't much resistance between his cheeks; his flesh was smooth, and his body was hungry for me. The tip of my dick kissed his puckering rosebud and I placed my hands gently around his waist. I pushed forth and David let out a whimper. I tried to push again and David yelped.

I ran a hand over his back, "Relax," I whispered.

David took a breath. "It hurts."

I licked my lips. I didn't want to stop, not now. I wanted this more than anything. I had an idea. I spit into my hand and lubed up my cock; this had to work. "Hold on, baby," I whispered. "Let's try this again."

With my hand gently holding my penis up to his tight, little sphincter, I aimed directly ahead and pushed myself forth, deep inside his cavern. David let out a loud wail, I saw his hands grasp the bench tighter, but the feeling over my cock was unbelievable. It was the tightest thing I'd ever stuck my dick inside. I almost lost my balance as I buried myself in deeper as the pleasure intensified. His insides were clutching at my shaft, urging it forward. I stuffed my cock deeper into his butt until my groin met his ass cheeks. Pressing forward, I has buried to the hilt.

I placed two steady hands on his waist. David was quivering with pleasure. Slowly, I rocked my hips back and pulled myself out of his chute, careful to leave my cock-head nestled inside. David moaned with pleasure. "Do it again," he whimpered. Slowly, I rocked my hips forward and entered deeper into his warm cavern. "Yes!" he cried, clutching the bench. "Go deeper."

I pushed forth, exploring further, holding him tighter, and then I retracted, faster this time. David braced himself for what was to come next. I had warmed him up good and now it was time for the real action. Gripping his waist, I began to build a faster, steady rhythm, forcing my dick in and out of his boy pussy. His anal cavern, though tender, warm and inviting, was still unbelievably tight — maybe a bit too small for my penis, but at that point I didn't care. My dick was engorging, stretching his ass as I built up speed, faster and faster, in and out, as I pummeled him relentlessly.

Our fucking soon became violent as I began to tear up his ass. David threw his head back and I grabbed him by his hair and rode him into submission. His butt was perfect for pounding, his voluptuous cheeks cushioning the blows I drove into his rectum. The muscle tone in his arms glistened with sweat as he strained to hold himself up. I bent down over him, wrapping an arm tightly around his waist, and thrust inside him faster.

I was beginning to gasp for air. His ass was working it's magic on my jackhammer, the veins running along my shaft were pulsing. I could feel my nuts tightening and releasing as my sac slammed up against him with each blow. It wouldn't be much longer.

"I think I'm gonna cum soon," I whispered into his ear, panting.

David moaned. "Yes," he replied. "Cum inside me."

My balls were boiling, nearly ready to nut and deliver the goods deep into David's tender little asshole. The room began to spin around us when the sweat from David's body caused my hand to slip and I lost my grip around his waist; I nearly fell backward when I caught myself and something incredible happened. David propped himself up, bracing himself firmly on the bench, and began fucking himself on my cock. I was awestruck at his resourcefulness, his resilience. He was impaling himself with my dick, steadfast and determined to be fucked hard. I watched him as he bounced himself against my groin, his ass as it pounded; I didn't have to do a thing but relax and enjoy the pleasure he bestowed upon me. I brought my hands up and clasped them behind my head, pumping out my shaft for David to service.

"Oh my God, yes!" David cried. "Your dick is so big!"

His ass became tighter and tighter as my dick began to engorge inside it. The mushroom-head of my cock was swelling to an incredible size, corking David's anus airtight. Undeterred by the pain, David fucked himself on my flesh pole harder and faster. And before I knew it, it was time.

"I'm gonna cum!" I cried.

"Yes!" David called out. "Cum inside me, baby."

My fingers interlaced themselves tighter behind my head. I began to thrust again, forcing myself deeper into David's ass. His whimpers grew louder but it was clear they were anguished pleadings for more. I gave him more — I gave him the fucking he was desperate for, the masculinity for which he hungered. And then I gave him the ultimate gift.

My balls erupted and my sac tightened. David let out a gasp as my dick swelled to enormous proportions and my flesh cannon began to fire rapidly inside his little hole. The first blast shot forth, slamming up against his prostate, sending David into a climax of his own.

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" he cried.

Just as my dick fired a second blast of seed up his butt, David began to convulse and his dick shot a wad of cum atop the bench, splashing in all directions. I dropped my hands from behind my head and grabbed him by the waist. His eyes were rolling into the back of his head as a second thick rope of cum lassoed out of his dick slit and splattered onto the floor.

Pounding into his ass, my dick pumped another round of dick milk inside his sphincter, coating his insides. David, almost to the point of losing consciousness, did his best to hold himself up and his dick shot one last hefty squirt of jizz.

David's ass was full but I wasn't finished just yet. My thrusting had slowed down considerably, but I was still pumping the boy full of ball juice. Panting, I dumped one last, hearty helping of man butter deep into his rectum. My dick sputtered and I drove it forth as far as I could, deep inside David, my legs beginning to shake. David moaned with delight, it was obvious he didn't want it to end.

I let my dick reside inside him for a moment or two, and then slowly, I began to retract. The withdrawal was difficult, his ass did not want to let me go. My shaft emerged, shiny and wet, and finally the head of my cock popped from his little blossom. My sperm began to pour from his ass and pool on the bench with his own.

I backed away from David, my legs still shaking, the sweat dripping down my naked body. The room smelled glorious of musk, boy sweat, and cum. David dropped down onto the floor and examined the mess we had made on the bench. Slowly, he inched himself toward the sticky, white mess and began to lick it up. Slurping and drooling he ate our sperm and relished in the salty, pungent taste of men.

I stood there, fascinated, unable to move from exhaustion and watched him greedily devour our seed. He was incredible, so sexy and formidable. When he was finished he scooted over to me on his knees, my dick hanging heavy and flaccid in his face. He used his tongue on my prick, licking me clean. He took me inside one last time and gave a firm, final suck, pulling out the last remaining drops of my semen, ensuring my balls were drained dry. When he finished he looked up at me with his deep, beautiful brown eyes. He wiped his chin and gave me a playful smile.

"Did that feel good?" he asked innocently.

I tried to smile, but I was still fighting to regain my composure. "That was —" I breathed. "That was incredible!"

He bit his bottom lip. "Was I better than Emily?"

Huh? Emily who? Holy cow, I couldn't believe it! I had completely forgotten about Emily. I smiled at him. "You are far better than Emily!"

He laughed and jumped up from the floor. "We'd better get dressed. Lunch hour is almost over."

We cleaned up and got dressed. The bell would ring in just minutes and I had math class to attend and David would be off to study hall. "So, you like sucking dick right? Like you really enjoy doing it, right?"

David's eyes lit up. "Boy, do I!"

I smiled at him. "Well, keep it up! Your incredible at it. You have real talents."

David was beaming.

As I stood there, buckling up my belt, I thought about my situation. I had lost Emily, she was over me, but the fact that there was a guy like David close by to help me out made me realize there were still plenty more great things out there. More experiences, more opportunities. I had a feeling that the best was still yet to come.

David and I waved goodbye and we left the locker room. The halls of Madison were bustling again with student activity as I made my way to my locker. There was a strut in my step; I felt invincible. David had cleared my head and I felt like I was on top of the world. I felt like a real man.

"Andrews!" a voice bellowed from behind me.

I turned around and saw my buddy, Bryce, running toward me. "Hey what's up?" I asked.

He had a suspicious look in his eyes. "Andrews, you're going to be at baseball practice after school today, right?"

I nodded. "Yeah, of course, why?"

"Good," he said, throwing a soft punch at my shoulder. "Don't be late. In fact, you might want to get to the locker room a little early this afternoon..." he was trying to hide a smile.

"Ok, why? What's up?" I asked, genuinely intrigued.

"Don't worry about it," he replied cooly. "Just be there; I got a little surprise for the team, that's all. Be there, locker room."

Bryce brushed past me, gave me a firm pat on the back and darted off to class. I looked back to watch him go, confused. What did Bryce have planned for the baseball team? I turned around and began to walk to my class when I saw Emily. She was staring right at me; she had been watching Bryce and me the whole time, standing there clutching her school books to her gorgeous breasts. When she saw me looking back at her, she smiled. I was in a frozen daze. I smiled back and gave her a tiny wave. She laughed, turned away and walked off down the hallway. After a couple steps she turned back and gave me another brief glance. I licked my lips. She had looked at me, right at me! And I hadn't been dreaming, not that time!

I smiled to myself. How could I ever expect to go to class now? Emily had just smiled at me, making my day. And what was this surprise Bryce had planned for the baseball team? The final bell rang. Gee wiz, I'd better hurry! Down the hallowed halls of Madison High, I darted as fast as I could to class.



A First Time for Everything



This is my first straight sex entry, please leave any comments on possible ways for me to improve. I hope you enjoy this story that involves adults just over the age of 18, exploring together.

*****

The doorbell rings suddenly, and my heart jumps into my throat. I stand and straighten my outfit nervously. "I hope he'll like it," I think to myself as I readjust the see-through black and red baby doll halter dress I had picked out earlier this week. 

I turn the doorknob and step back into the shadows, so that he can see me, but the rest of the world cannot. Isaac stood with the most adorable, dumbfounded look on his face in the threshold of my front door, completely speechless. I stick out my hand for him to take, and he does, letting me pull him inside. I lock the door tight behind him, and calmly and quietly lead him to my room. 

I push him lightly down onto my bed, straddling him in the same motion. I take the hem of his blue T-shirt and pull it over his head, revealing the beautiful chest underneath. I take the back of his head in my hands, turning his face upward towards mine so that our lips can meet. Still in shock, Isaac's hands are glued to his sides. I take his hands, with their long, graceful fingers and place them on my voluminous backside, hoping he'll get more involved. It seems to work as he throws himself more into what is turning into an impressive make out session, but that's not what I'm looking for.

I pull away, smiling down at him like a hunter looking at her prey. I push Isaac back, turning him slightly so that we are laying across the bed long ways. I kiss him with one hand tenderly resting on his face, while the other reaches up to find what I had stored under the pillow earlier. I take the new, leather blindfold in my hand, breaking our kiss.

"Do you trust me?" I whisper with all the confidence I could muster. 

"Uh huh," Isaac mumbled, trying to pull my head down to reconnect my lips to his. I duck my head down suddenly, and bite sharply into his exposed shoulder. "Ah! What?"

"Do. You. Trust. Me?" Spitting out every word, making sure he's taking them all in. 

"Of course babe." He says, smiling up at me. 

"Close your eyes." He looks a little tense, but does what he is told in the end. I secure the leather over his eyes, letting him feel the texture he desires so much. He shivers, realizing what I'm doing. I reach over to my nightstand and take out the leather wrist restrains, and I take first one wrist, then the other, while kissing him softly. I wrap them around the bars of my iron headboard, adjusting the straps so they are just tight enough to keep him right where I want him. 

I take the final item of my perfect fantasy out of the draw, the breathable gag ball with the fine leather strap sliding nicely through my hands. I kiss him one last time.

"Open," I instruct, his mouth goes wide the second I speak. I put the ball into place between his sweet lips, wrapping the strap around to the back of his head. I kiss my way down his chest, circling back up to lightly bite at his nipples. Isaac arched his back, moaning into the gag. I flick my tongue lightly over both nipples, making them hard, but not as hard as the growing bulge that rest against my leg. I lick and bite my way down his torso, reaching his belt, which I undo and remove with gusto, throwing it to the floor. I pull his pants down hard, revealing tight, red boxer briefs that can barely containing the treasure they are hiding. 

I pull those down too, letting the generous girth underneath spring free. As I rub my hand lightly over his member, his fists tighten in the cuffs, and he breathes hard around the gag, wanting to touch me too and getting frustrated at his inability to do so. I remove my hands entirely, waiting for his reaction. He starts to thrust into the air, begging me to touch him, and getting more frustrated by the second, judging by the huffs and puffs he is trying too hard to make audible around his pretty gag. 

"Do you want something, little boy?" He nods vigorously, quiet now to better take in my every word. "Do you want my mouth on your pretty cock?" He fights his binds, and kicks out, wanting it so bad, wriggling with desire. "Aw, cute boy wants it so much. Say please." The overzealous attempts at syllables were fun to observe, but I don't make him struggle for long.

I bend down, using my hand to guide him, taking is hard dick into my warm, wet mouth. Licking around the tip, then gently wandering down to as close to the base as I can manage. I repeat the motion, letting my throat become accustom to his size, and slowly being able to take him into my throat. I take my other hand and lightly message his balls, feeling the pressure ready to burst within. 

"Cum for me baby," I say while pausing for a second, then resume my efforts with a much faster speed. He gasps. He rolls back and forth to the best of his restrained abilities. And finally, I feel his balls tighten more as warm goo fills my waiting mouth. I swallow as much as I can manage, the rest dripping back onto his softening dick. As he releases his last bit of cum, I move up to his face, and remove his gag, kissing him deeply with the taste of him still on my tongue.



A First Time For Everything



"Lisa's off today, can I help you with something?" 

Tina knew immediately the guy was Lisa's ex and she didn't want to tell him where she was. He looked around slowly and avoided the question. "NO baby I'll find her my damn self." He looked through her then walked off and Tina shivered inside. She took the plates she had picked up back to the kitchen and told Irene she'd be right back. "Hi can I use the phone it's important, she squeezed by Tinker and he knew from the look on her face she was serious. 'What's going on Tina? "Oh hell Lisa's ex just showed up and the last time he was here she got beat up something bad."

"Was that the time she was out for three days and didn't want me to visit her?" Tina nodded, She was pacing back and forth when she finally spoke. "Get your ass out of the house he's back. NO, god no, I wouldn't tell him a thing. Lisa please don't be foolish. When's he coming over?" The fucking court's crazy then, why should he have a right to see Timmy?" No he hasn't been drinking; at least I don't think so." Lisa you call me every half hour and if you don't I'm calling the police you hear?"

"Damn" she whispered as she sat down abruptly and looked at Tinker. He waited for her to speak. "She says Jason's coming over, but she doesn't know when, can you call her about work or something in a half hour and then I'll call her in about an hour?"

"If you think it will help sure, but don't you think it might be better to call and kinda warn Jason." Tinker asked?"

"I was thinking I might but I hate to interfere in her life that much." She was undecided about it and thought she'd wait for awhile. Tinker went back to his paper work and his mind was quickly on other things. 

"Karen! HEY wait up girl." She stopped and looked around and saw Julie running for the elevator. "Hey Julie, How's Kevin doing?" She caught up and smiled at Karen, "Damn girl I got rid of his ass a month ago," she grinned and caught her breath. Then pushed the falling hair out of her eyes. "Shit, I have to get this cut" she blew a puff of breath up and laughed as it flipped around. "How's married life?" Karen almost blushed, "Oh my god I love it," she turned to Julie and grabbed her by the arm then she really smiled, "I'm not waiting for the damn phone to ring, and Get this." She bent towards her ear and whispered to her…"I'm not horny all the time now…WELL I AM, but I do something about it." They both laughed and headed for the elevator. "God I hope it's a slow day, Mondays are usually the shits."

"Probably four gall bladders waiting for us."

"OH MY GOD DON'T EVEN SAY IT." They both laughed again. 

Kalo greeted Tina and smiled. "I not used to you here in daytime, is nice change."

"Ya Tinker worked it out so Lisa and I could have two days a week off together every other week." She smiled thinking about what she would do with two days off at the same time. "How is Kathy working out in music booth, Kalo pointed to her as she went down the stairs."

"Oh she's getting really comfortable, she wanted to come in on her day off and set up the booth more to her liking." They entered the kitchen and Tina said, "what you doing here on your day off, If Tinker sees you he'll have a fit."

"We have delivery of new meat supplier I want to make sure is all good." She laughed. "OK, but if I was you I'd avoid him" and she smiled at Tinker coming across the room. She Left Tinker and Kalo to talk, then went down the stars to say hello to Kathy. "Hi" Kathy turned around and smiled at Tina. "Hey boss, want to dance across the floor and see if the sound level is better, I got some complaints Saturday night."

Kathy was a lot better at this then she thought but Tina figured she'd grow into it in time. "Kathy, you worry to much, everyone's loving you." Tina asked her if she'd like a coke and then just started pouring one for her. "Here take a load off. What are you going to move I have a few minutes I'll help you."

"Just the CD racks I need them closer to me." They unloaded the racks and moved them and Kathy started putting the CD's back into the shelves in a proper order. She turned to Tina. "I promised a friend I'd drop off her boxes she left at my place so I really appreciate the help, I told her I'd meet her at four and it's a long drive."

"Hell this could have waited."

"Ya I know but I'm trying to keep busy. My girl friend and I just broke up and I'm not doing really well with it." Tina was shocked for a moment but recovered. Kathy smiled and quietly told Tina "I'm a lesbian, Will that bother you?" Tina didn't know what to say for a moment but finally said, "I don't know why it should." Her head was trying to see how her feelings actually thought about it. Kathy looked at her worriedly, "Look I'm not going to hit on you, honest."

"It's ok really" Tina was relieved to know she didn't have any feelings about it at all. "Look I have to get the dinning room ready I get off in a half hour and as soon as I'm done I can leave, It takes me an hour to catch the damn buss if I'm not out there in time." Kathy looked up; "You live with Lisa right? I can give you a ride if you want, I live right off of Pagiet square." Tina smiled "god I didn't know that, small world huh?"

"Ok if you're sure, I could help you with the boxes." That would be cool, I hate to have to face Janice alone." She wrinkled her nose. "Meet you up stairs ok?" 

Tina called Lisa one last time and was worried when it took more then ten rings to get her, "You ok girl, I'm on my way home soon."

"OK good, Oh thank god, he got there then, how did that go?" She laughed "No shit I bet he was surprised, well fuck he's built like a tank. Just told his ass to calm down and leave huh?" God I'd have loved to see that." She thought about Lisa and Jason as she set the dinning room for the dinner crowd. 

The drive with Kathy was fun and Tina was surprised to find she liked being with her and it was surprisingly comfortable. Carrying the boxes in was kind of hard as she seen Kathy looking at her ex and her new friend, watching the two of them tease each other and then having a hard time controlling her self. Kathy was almost in tears as they finally got to the car. She slumped forward on the steering wheel and cried softly. "Kathy why did you bring the things over for them, they could have done it themselves." She was feeling so bad for her and didn't know what to say or do. Kathy looked through the tears running down her face "I just couldn't say no."

"We were together for almost five years, ever since high school." Tina thought about what it felt like to feel alone and empty so she reached out and hugged Kathy "Look my roommate is going out, Why don't we split a pizza and have a glass of wine." Kathy looked through her glassy eyes and tried to smile. "Oh god that would be so nice, you sure you're up for it?"

"Ya just take me home to change, I hate being in my work clothes when I'm going out." She squeezed Kathy quickly and clasped her hand smiling. "But let me drive ok?"

"OK" Kathy said softy. "Tina," her voice was soft and very warm. "You don't need to do this you know, I mean, Well you know."

"Oh god Kathy, it's ok, If it's about your being a lesbian, I honestly don't care." I don't feel much about anything anymore, to tell you the truth." Kathy looked at Tina and said, "Maybe we both have things we need to get over." Tina didn't answer her; she was driving and remembering. Kathy looked at her then slumped into the seat and just looked out of the window at the passing street scene. 

The evening slowly turned into the most fun Tina had in months, Kathy told her about discovering she was a lesbian in high school and she was funny as she admitted all the problems she had keeping it from her parents and friends. "What about you?" Kathy finally said "Is your secrete to dark and deep to tell?" Tina looked at her and sat back. "Kathy, If it got out at work it would cause me a lot of embarrassment." her voice was soft and very unsure of her self. Kathy looked at her and said "Then don't tell me ok, because if you do and it ever came out I'd be the one you would blame." Tina looked at her eyes and saw the caring inside of them. "Oh my god Kathy I feel so different with you, I don't know what it is but I feel like we've always been friends." She looked around and smiled "Take me home with you and we'll talk ok?"

They spent the evening lying on the floor, drinking wine and talking. Tina talked about the past three years and told Kathy everything, It was like casting off the rest of her costume and letting her see inside of the real Tina. Kathy just listened to her not saying much. She did finally reach out and held her hand. Tina finished and Kathy looked at her and softly said. "Tina you just got lost for awhile that's all, and I'll never tell anyone, it's none of their business anyway. Tears started running down Tina face and she tried to control them but they wouldn't stop. Kathy moved to her and hugged her, their faces were touching when Tina felt a tingling starting in her and she knew she wanted to kiss Kathy, maybe it's the wine she thought. She pulled back and looked at Kathy, then they slowly drew together, as there lips met Tina shook inside. She felt herself falling into Kathy's arms and knew what lay ahead was going to be something she never expected in her wildest dreams. Kathy held her and kissed her tenderly, every movement she made was slow and loving. As Tina's fingers unbuttoned the front of her top she looked at Kathy and she shivered. 

"Do you want me to stop?" Kathy asked. "No" she whispered to her "Oh my god no, not this time." Her voice was shaky and her head was spinning as Kathy pulled her blouse off and then her bra. When her warm lips touched the tips of her nipples she stiffened up and pulled Kathy into her body. Kathy was everywhere, it seemed like she knew everyplace to touch and tease. As her fingers slowly entered her, enfolding her tip between her fingers she stiffened up humping them and wildly kissed her. She almost didn't know how they got there but she felt the bed beneath her and then Kathy's lips touched her center. Her fingers found Kathy's hair pulling it hard, then touched her cheeks softly as Kathy began to slowly lick her everywhere. 

"Oh my god, Oh my god, please," she moaned, "please come up here so I can do things to you too." Kathy stood, then pulled her clothes off all the time looking into Tina's eyes. Getting back on the bed she swung her leg over Tina's body and moved up further so she could easily reach her. Tina watched her own fingers caress Kathy's firm butt, lingering over her warm skin and then she drew her down as she timidly licked her folds for the first time. The feeling on her tongue was slippery and the taste was the most erotic thing she had ever imagined. It was engulfing her mind so much she kinda drifted in and out. The third time she cam they were tenderly kissing each other's lips and pressing their bodies together slowly.

Tuesday: 

Tina looked at the early light of dawn and felt Kathy besides her she thought about what she had done and wondered if it was something she'd be ashamed of in a few hours or days. She rolled to her back and Kathy's arm went around her. She looked at her and saw the smile she had. "Morning baby." She whispered to her. Kathy saw she was deep in thought and knew she'd be thinking about what she had done. "Is it ok? Please say its ok." Her voice was soft and pleading. Tina smiled and said "Ya I think its ok, yes it is, I'm just trying to decide if I'm a lesbian." She rolled to her and moved the strands of hair back from Kathy's face. "Your so pretty, If this had to happen I'm so fucking glad it was with you." Kathy lifted up and moved over Tina's breast. She stroked Tina's hair and laid her head on her, "I wish you were a lesbian, but your not. I don't even think your totally Bi-sexual, I just think you needed someone safe to hold and love last night." Tina thought about that and took her time. "I've always liked boy's," she admitted. "But this was incredible, my god I never felt anything like this." They both looked into each other's eyes and Tina knew she didn't want it to end it yet either. "Kathy" she said softly, "I can't promise you anything."

"I know, but I'll take it for as long as it will last."

"Why would you do that." Tina wondered out loud. "Because last night I knew Janice was right, We grew out of our relationship, I knew the moment we kissed I could love you so it made me think about how I was feeling." Tina shivered inside and looked at her closely, she reached out and touched her face. "Kathy… If we continue this I never want to hurt you, I've fucked up to many things already. Please lets always be friends." Kathy slowly nodded her head. "Ok, hey your off today and I don't have classes until late this afternoon, What do you want to do?" Tina grinned and pinched her nipple, "first lets shower and then lets fuck, I don't know what I am right now but I know I'm still horny I haven't had sex in over a year." She kissed her "and it felt so good" Kathy smiled, "god you're a dream come true. Want to live with me, You said last week your looking for a place to live."

"Kathy I can't, I really need to live alone for awhile, I don't understand why I just know I do."

"K, shower then?" Tina smiled. "Oh my god yes. Right now."

"Breakfast?"

"Ya," she whispered, "you, And then coffee, and then lets go out and get some sticky buns."

" Ok look." Kathy smiled, "How about us, and then sticky buns and then coffee?"

"o…K baby," Tina slowly kissed her.



A First Time for Everything



When boiled right down to it, it really was just one of those typical girl meets boy type of tales, sort of.  I was a freshman in college with clouds of thoughts floating in my head about world peace, end to starvation, cure for cancer, and of course recycling.  I spent the summer picking up litter around the outskirts of my father’s country club thinking I was changing the world one cigarette butt at a time.  It’s amazing what a few years of drunken stupors will do to the “save the world” mentality.

I met Matt inevitably since we were in the same residency complex which held the only dining hall that served edible food.  He was one of those captains of the football team type of guys. You know, he was the tall good looking type with a million dollar smile.  I was in lust the moment Robin pointed him out with her baby carrot stick.  Unfortunately he was oblivious of us or half the room as he made his way to a crowded table of sweaty jocks straight from the gym.  There were girls with barely anything on just draping themselves on him while Robin and I admired in silence from afar. 

Now Robin wasn’t my room-mate but instead I was graciously flung into the supporting role in my room-mate Jillian’s melodrama.  To try to describe Jillian and to put her in an organized stereotypical box, tagged and labeled alphabetically, would be quite a feat therefore I will try to describe her actions instead.

Our first meeting was moving on day. I had carried, more like dragged my over-loaded suit case up three flights of stairs through the hot August day, bitching and moaning at each step to only find that my room already occupied. 

Using the key I picked up at the Bursar’s office I opened my home for the next nine months of my life.  The ancient door swayed open heavily to reveal Jillian on her knees, hair tossed back with her bright green eyes wide opened giving some guy a blow job.  It was not that I hadn’t seen blow-job in progress before, slumber party 1991: Becky Lehman’s father porno collection, it was that I had never had the act performed right in front of me.  

He had his head back with mouth agape and his hands firmly around her head using her mouth as he thrusted his hips in a frantic manner.  I could see that they were both completely clothed except for his jeans that were amassed around his ankles and the slit of his boxers were wet and stretched opened.  Her fingers were running up and around his swollen balls as though she was egging him to blow his wad into her mouth.  I could smell the sex in the air, but even knowing that he was moaning aloud I couldn’t hear a thing past my own heart beat.  Her breasts were bouncing as she braced herself, wrapping one arm around his ass.  She was staring at me now with a glint in her eyes that had a profound effect on me.  I could see how wet his dick was, truly glistening from her saliva.  It’s amazing how much detail that can be absorbed in mere seconds.  Pulse pounding and against my own will power I felt my nipples push hard against my padded bra.  I shook myself free from the moment and to my surprise I didn’t drop my bags and bolt out of there.  Instead I tilted my head to one side and pursed my lips in a quandary and calmly took two steps in.  There was nothing really needed to be said for it obvious there weren’t any indications that either of them were eager to stop.  I slid my suit case with my foot just far enough in so I could close the door.  Panicked, nervous, excited and frightened I tried to calmly stroll the busy hallway and down the over heated stairs.

I kissed my mother on the cheek getting the last of my possessions from the “Soccer Mom” white mini-van and hugged my father fair well.  I wondered if they thought my awkwardness was due to it being my first time away from home.  I didn’t make any notions that it was the frozen image of my new room-mate with a mouth full of cock burned into my brain.  

“I wouldn’t want you guys to be driving in the dark.  It’s no problem at all.  I’ll just wait for the elevator to free up to move the bigger things.  I love both of you so much and going to miss everything.” I said as sincerely as I was jumping for joy inside.

I stood smiling as they drove off with my mother in tears and my father day-dreaming about sitting around the living room in his boxers. Once I saw the tail lights of the van disappear around the corner I grabbed a few light bags and turned to make my trip again.  This time around I made sure my trip back up the stairs was slow and cumbersome.  As I labored over each step, not by the weight of my bags but the weight of the thought lurking through my mind, I ran short speeches in my head on how I was going to address the situation.  After all couples do stuff like that all time.  Not necessarily in from of perfect strangers, but they still did, right?  Room 3C with the huge white dry eraser board hung on the outside had its door slightly ajar and I sighed in relief in my approach.


Jillian whose birth certificate name was plainly Jill added the extra letters to provide an air of sophistication, she commented to me while we unpacked our belongings.  I was just happy she brought the VCR and refrigerator.   She was definitely taller than me, by three inches or so with auburn hair and curves that would make the roads in Tennessee jealous.  Not only that, she probably had the biggest set of breasts I had ever seen on a girl my age up to that point.  It wasn’t long before she was just referred to as JUGS by the guys on campus and a few professors too.

“I know what you were thinking when you walked in here, what a slut, right?” she asked almost rhetorically as she tossed into the empty drawer her bras and panties clumped together.

“No I wasn’t.  I’m sure you’ll miss your boyfriend…” I tried to continue in an understanding tone.

“Hell no, he’s not my boyfriend!  He’s the RA on our floor, Mr. Hall monitor himself.” She chuckled.

I made the observation at the time and thought it somewhat peculiar that the two of them were together.  Even I could not see all of Jillian I could however, see all of him and well it can be said he was somewhat lacking in the looks department.  He was tall and gangly with mossy brown hair and a huge nose, huge set of canines and skin that reminded of my grandmother’s.  He was so thin that his bones seem to protrude out as if he wore his skeleton on the outside, thus he was dubbed “Bones”.

“Listen you are going to thank me in the long run.” Jillian stated with her hands on her hips and eyebrows raised. 

I had to admit at the time I thought it was the grossest possible thing she could have done, but eventually it did pay off two months later when “Bones” caught us with a bottle of Citron Absolut in our “no alcohol” room.  I still think it was gross and the images still haunt me some nights when I can’t sleep.

The first few weeks went on with nothing quite exciting besides the torrid stories Jillian would tell me and all the other girls of our floor.  We painted each other’s nails and put on our mud masks listening in awe.  I couldn’t believe that someone my age had done all the things that she talked about.  It terrified and intrigued me all at once.

One afternoon Bones was playing Ultimate Frisbee outside with the guys and hollered at Jillian as we crossed the Quad.  We had all intentions of ignoring him when like a dog chasing a cat tied to a pole, I lurched back tight and taught in seeing Matt running across the field in one of those thin nylon shorts.  I was gasping.  It took no time at all for Jillian to link the two events together and started to turn the gears in her mind.  We sat on the bench watching the rest of the game and I pretended to finish my reading of the Symposium.  

I stared relentlessness but there was nothing that I could do about any of it.  Every time I was able to tear my eyes away I would be drawn back, utterly captivated.  It was as if I was in one of those dazes that felt like a warm blanket from the dryer, sweet, soothing, and oh so difficult to emerge from.  That was until the moment he raced passed me catching the whizzing Frisbee behind his back only a foot away.  He stopped to smile that amazing smile in my direction and I was stunned.   I could have sat there for the remainder of the day watching his body glide across the ground.  I even thought I saw a droplet of sweat falling from his eyebrows, glistening, yes glistening.

“All right Heather we get it.  We all get it, now can we take a moment from your case study of Mr. America and go?” Jillian rolled her eyes to the back of her head sighing in the direction of Robin who had mysteriously appeared from no where.

“Hey…. Yeah… Robin…. when did you…umm get here?” I asked still befuddled and searching for words in between my blinks of distraction.

“Uhh like ten minutes ago."  She snapped.  “It’s time for apple sauce.”  Robin said walking towards the dining hall.

She had been on an apple sauce and carrot sticks kick for the past month stating she couldn’t possible eat anything else from the place.  Some how she had spotted one of the food service workers pouring the smashed fruit from one of the plastic containers one day and deemed the food to be sanitized enough to eat.  I never asked her about the baby carrots though.  I personally just avoided the thing they called “Lime Light Chicken” with a greenish tinge and orange glow about it.

After taking my time selecting and taking chances on what was laid out before me and scrapping the skin off the vanilla pudding I went to search for the girls.  When I came into the dining hall I spotting Jillian sitting by Bones and I choked on thick air.  I thought I would have to find other seating arrangements that evening, but low and behold Robin was just on the other side of the table flipping her gorgeous blonde locks back.  She always did it to draw attention to her graceful swan like neck.  Puzzled and surprised that either of them would pay that much attention to Bones I forced myself in their direction. There was an open seat besides Robin so I maneuvered myself there.  Sliding into the seats I gave a wondering look in Jillian’s direction.

“Oh Heather have you met Matt?  He’s Bone’s ex cell, no rather room mate from last year.  He’s a senior.” Jillian said pretty much as a matter of fact.

Matt smiled in my direction and things actually started to fluttered inside of me.  I was breathless and wordless, a combination that rarely occurred in my life. He had hazel eyes and long eye lashes that girls would have killed to have.  I must have had said something which made him nod his head in agreement.  So that was that, our first so called romantic encounter, but back then I considered it serendipitous.

Over the next few months I would see him on campus and have coffee at the MT cup every once in awhile but the chemistry seemed to be only on my side.  He kept calling me his favorite buddy and copied my lab notes.  I hated being in that situation.  I hated that he had the upper hand all the time and I had no say on when I would see him or even talk to him.  This truly messed up my once average self esteem.  Resulting in me never even considering calling him, just trying to be where he might be.   I guess I turned out to be a mild stalker of some kind.  He never acted like he minded so much, smiling and waving when he saw me.  The frat parties were the worse, the girls were always around and I didn’t even have the nerve to be one of the well glossed girls orbiting around him.  A mutual friend of ours told me one day that Matt was the type of guy that every girl wanted to be with and every guy wanted me be.  I laughed it off and said something corny like I just saw him as a good friend or something boring like that.  And every time he would mention what a good friend I was I’d kicked myself knowing that I had already labeled myself that for him.

On nights alone when Jillian was out on one of her numerous dates I would contemplate the reasons why he wasn’t attracted to me.  I never really had difficulties with guys before and it wasn’t that I hadn’t been out with other guys since I got to college, but it just pained me that THE one that I wanted didn’t want me. Standing in front of the mirror nude, I’d studied my body thoroughly.  I would trace my shoulders and collar bones feeling the smooth outline of my frame.  I circled the tense areolas of my breasts down to my flat stomach and my sensitive hips bones and thighs.  Then move to my jaw line and my lips that were small but full, to my slightly upturned nose and high cheek bones.  I had the typical Asian eyes, dark and refined cast against ivory skin still tinged with the summer rays.  My hair laid rest to the middle of my back which would tickle when I walked around naked.  I scanned looking for something, something that might be just off.  On one of the evenings when I was staring at myself in disappointment something happened that I couldn’t speak of for years.  

“Oh my! Having fun alone I see.” Jillian purred bursting in the room.

I grabbed my terry cloth robe and threw it on quickly.  Thank God she was alone and drunk, maybe she’d forget about the whole thing.  Shockingly Jillian ran behind me standing so close I could feel her breath on my skin.  She looked at me through the mirror, like she had never done before then swallowed a kiss from my neck.  It was so erotic to feel her soft and tender lips against me.  I quivered in her embrace as my breathing fluctuated.  She came to rest her head on my shoulders wrapping her arms around my waist and letting out a sweet purr.

“You’re beautiful and he’s a dumb ass.” She said enveloping me in her kiss. I lost myself to her willingly.

It was desperately sensual the way her tongue slid between my lips.  I couldn’t stop her physically even if I wanted to, plus my body responded on its own accord without checking in with my head.  Holding onto the collar of my robe, she pulled it behind me leaving it in a puddle on the floor.  I felt so vulnerable like that, I used my hands to cover a little bit of myself.  I could taste the alcohol on her breath but I still couldn’t resist.  So tantalizing. She ran her fingernails along the flat spot just behind my ears sending a shiver through my body that ended right in the core of my being.  My stomach was tight, my breathing was tight and I could feel my nipples hardening then pressing up against her when she turned me around in her arms.  She had a quiet strength that I always imagined.  I loved her aggressive kisses that took what they wanted.  I gazed into her eyes searching for something, anything to rationalize what was happening between us, only to find a look                                                                                      of wanton lust.  I was fascinated and drawn to her.  I had never had anyone desire me like that.  Sure boys in high school had looked at me, stared at me but never with such a burning pull. I kissed her back. This time it was so soft that our lips barely touched yet it was like electricity that bolted through us.  I opened my eyes to find hers closed, I wouldn’t have ever thought she would close her eyes in a kiss.  She cupped my face with her hands holding me still as our lips mingled together and our hands stated to rove along each other’s bodies.  She was so soft I can hardly describe it even now. The warmth of her skin as I peeled off a layer of her clothes at a time proved incredible to the touch.  Running my fingers over her arms and shoulders I could see the goose bumps following my trail.  I bit my lip holding back.  I stepped back to see her body.  The curves and her womanly charms drew me in like a moth to a flame.  She was simple radiant the way she looked that night.  As she unhooked her bra her breasts fell out exposing her large nipples so pink and swollen from arousal.  Her breasts were large but firm from youth and moved with a child’s rubber ball like bounce.  I loved how they felt when I squeezed as much of it as I could with my hands. They were over flowing and I became lured and tempted to taste them. 

Each time I would run my hands over her awoken nipples she would let out a moan with a delicious smile.  Her lips were painted crimson red with dark kohl eye shadow that made her look so seductive.  I don’t recall when we found ourselves completely naked giggling in her bed.  Shyness stunned me.  I pulled the crisp white sheets over our bodies against her protest.  We kept giggling in the dark. Touching each other and comparing our bodies I found that I loved the difference between us.  She was softer everywhere than me, the feel of her round thighs, the way her ample breasts would lay against each other when she would rest on her side. The roundness of her hips curved to lead to the spot between her thighs.  My fingers tickled her there with light and soft caresses that barely ignited her senses.  I couldn’t stop rolling her large pink nipples between my fingers, pinching and squeezing them with my fingernails.  I knew the sensation she was feeling for they were the same as mine when her hands would deliberately drag over my breasts.  

  She kept whispering that it was all right, that everything was all right.  We laughed at my clumsiness as I lost my way around her body not knowing what I should do next.   She kissed me passionately and I couldn’t see anything but sparks against a blurry background.  Her hands pulled my small hips closer to hers as she started to grind her body against me.  I felt her nether hairs rubbing and ticking my lower belly.  I paused, hesitant and cautious of her subtle movements.  She smiled and adjusted for our height difference throwing her leg over with one of mine squeezed between hers.  I couldn’t believe how I wet I had become.  I told myself it was because my body was just responding to the physical touch, but I know how it was much more than that.  I could feel her pussy on top of my thigh pushing against me, her hard aroused clit at the epicenter.  I started saying something, whispering unknown words in her ears.  I felt my own needs starting to grow.  I mimicked her movements grinding my hips into her, feeling my body pulse in our gyrations.  Her kisses were tremendous, her hands were magical and our bodies moved together like waves pulsing and vibrating as one unit.  

I had reached a plateau of pleasure, not knowing if I was coming or going when her hand slipped between our two flat stomachs to my soaked pussy.  She sent me over the brink with her masterfully talented hands. It was a mere touch from her finger tip on my engorged clit that sent me.  My cunt lips were swollen and puffy, opened and inviting her fingers into me.  The heel of her palm pressed against my clit as she slipped two fingers into my eager hole.  When the first quakes came I sucked hard on her lower lip my body tensing and locking stiff.  The walls of my pussy closed tightly almost squeezing her fingers out completely.  Spasming they clamped over and over on her partially inserted fingers.  

“Let it out Heather… just let it out.” She whispered.

I cried out my pleasure, sucking in heavy breaths with each heave of my chest.  These were complete body shaking moans, no more like grunts that came from the pit of my stomach.  The lights went out in my head as the waves came crashing over me sending warm wet shudders all over.  Mmmm.. it was all so delicious and sweet but as intense as anything I could have imagined.  Jillian responded with her own echoes cued from my orgasm.  I was so excited just watching her reflex I was unable to move.  Her body was moving and shaking against me almost thrashing her hips erratically against my leg keeping her clit as the focus.  Shed grabbed my head in her hands and kissed me hard sucking my breath.  Her body eased and our lips parted.  She hummed as the intensity of her cum subsided.  Her lips parted and she let go of the breath she had held onto the entire time.  Her eyes opened and focused on me kissing my forehead lightly.  I cast my eyes down, becoming aware of my bare nakedness and the flow between my legs.  I buried my head into her chest as her fingers caressed my back.  I kissed her chest falling asleep in her arms wondering what would come of this tomorrow.




A First Time for Everything



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A First Time for Everything



A few months ago I had a great experience that was not only unexpected but unforgettable.

I had been seeing a friend off from the International Airport.   By chance I met a young woman who had just farewelled her parents on an overseas holiday.

She lived with her parents in a small country town on the West Coast and I had known her mum and dad before I moved to the city.  The daughter, I’ll call Jessie, was still in high school, and was now a gorgeous young woman of eighteen; some twenty years younger than me.  While we were having a coffee in one of the airport café’s she mentioned that she wasn’t all that keen on driving the long way back home in the dark, especially as she would then be there by herself.

I suggested that she stay at my flat and then continue the drive home the next day.  When she agreed I told her to follow my car back to my place.

When we arrived I put a couple of TV dinners in the oven to heat and opened a bottle of cold chardonnay.  By the time dinner was ready we were almost through the first bottle of wine; the conversation was moving well, going from one subject to another with ease.

The meal, accompanied by another bottle of wine, followed.  When we’d finished the meal we sat in the lounge, talking and savouring the wine.  Jessie said she loved wine and had been encouraged to drink sensibly by her parents from the age of thirteen.  I don’t think her parents would think that two bottles was sensible, but they were on holiday anyway.

While we talked, I told her that I’d always thought that she was very pretty and now thought she was a beautiful young woman.  This seemed to please her and she told me that she’d always had a crush on me too.  I put my arm around her, kissing her gently; she surprised me by returning the kiss very passionately.  I imagined the drink was having an effect on her.

After talking and listening to music for about another hour I said that I was ready for bed.  I showed Jessie her bedroom and went and got her a pyjama top.  She went to the bathroom to change and I went to my bedroom and undressed.  I didn’t know what to make of the returned kiss, so with a little anticipation I too only put on a pyjama top and got into bed.

A short time later there was a quiet knock on the door and she came in, looking anything but seventeen.  Her pyjama top just reached far enough to cover her pussy.  After getting into bed beside me she was quite embarrassed and nervous, she told me she had never been in bed with a man before.  She asked me to promise that I would not do anything to her as she was still a virgin.

I told her that I would not do anything to her unless she wanted me to.  I put my arms around her and kissed her a few times, saying how gorgeous she was and how fantastic it was being in bed with her.  I knew I would have to take things very slowly and keep talking quietly – if I hoped to have her surrender to me.  Every time I said how beautiful she was she snuggled up a bit closer and answered softly with a moan or a sigh.  After a while I slowly slid my hand over her smooth body, held her breast and felt the nipples starting to firm up.

By just brushing my fingers over her nipples they were soon hard and enlarged.  Each time I did this her body would rise up to meet my hand and she would start to take deep breaths and hold them before slowly exhaling.  I considered the time was right to proceed slowly and gently down the outside of her thigh.  After doing this a few times I brought my hand upwards on the inside of her thigh; she shrunk back a bit as my fingers pressed up to briefly touch her pussy lips.  I didn’t linger there the first few times.

When I thought she had relaxed enough I slid my hand down further and gently drew my fingers up and down the sensitive area between her anus and her vagina, her body twitched every time I did it.  She soon started to get quite wet and slippery and as I quickened the action it made her gasp.  Then as I drew my hand upwards again my fingers moved slowly up to the closed lips of her pussy, until I located her clitoris.  This almost made her jump off the bed, so I soothed her by asking if she wanted me to stop.  I knew that she was too worked up to want that…  She begged me to be gentle.

Just at the top of her pussy lips I could feel the firm shaft of her clitoris.  I took it between my fingertips and slid the hood that covered it backwards and forwards.  She began to get very excited and her kisses became even more passionate and urgent.  Then I slid the hood gently back so that her shaft was exposed for a moment.  All I did was gently hold her clitoris through the hood for about a couple of minutes, I could feel it swelling and firming between my fingers.  All the time she was moaning softly and her body began a gentle swaying motion.  When I let the hood go the bared clit remained exposed.

I gently spread her pussy lips wide… and this had a terrific effect on her.  Her body started to jerk upwards as if she was already being fucked.  I next placed my finger at the entrance to her vagina and applied slight pressure, but without letting it enter.  Soon I pushed a bit harder and my finger went into her up to the first knuckle.  It was still very tight and she pulled back slightly.  I kept my finger quite still until she got used to it, then she relaxed slightly.  I was soon able to slowly rotate my finger gently around the tight rim of her entrance.  When I thought she was ready I slipped my finger in up to the second knuckle.  Her pussy was really wet and oozing by this stage and her interior muscles were going frantic, tightening and relaxing.

Before long I was able to slip another finger into her and gently spread her apart as her hips rose and fell.  She was now reaching for my penis with one hand, but I would not let her get to it as I thought the size might frighten her.  I kept on telling her how marvellous she was, and shifted our positions slightly so that I could reach other untouched areas.

She now seemed quite brave and confident; I knew it was time to attempt to enter her.  I took my penis in my hand and started to rub it around her cunt lips until I was sure that she was slippery enough for me to penetrate.  She got a bit nervous at this stage and made me promise not to hurt her.  She said that although she was still a virgin she had been on the pill for over a year as a safeguard; I gave a sigh when I heard this…  no need to halt proceedings for a condom fitting performance.

I told her to spread her legs wide, then pulled my foreskin forward right over my penis, placing it at the entrance to her vagina.  Finally I pushed slowly but firmly and felt my cock slide past her entrance.  This made her gasp, and I attempted no further until she had relaxed a little.  All her cunt muscles were going wild at this stage so I put a bit more pressure on and felt my cock slide another inch or so inside.

Every time I went to push a little further she got a bit panicky, so I had to be content with easing back a little before any further attempts.  Without trying to get further I just let my cock rest inside her and set up a throbbing action.  This had an incredible effect on her, and although I teased her with this a while, I still had about four inches still to go.

At this point I suggested that she get on top so she would have total control of how much she wanted to take.  She agreed – by now she wanted everything inside her.  I said that we should roll over still joined together.  I cheated a bit on her, as I pretended it was very hard to keep my balance, and made strong thrusts as we changed position – on the second thrust I was home.  She had been too occupied with not falling off the bed and didn’t notice too much.

I told her that she now had every inch of my cock inside her cunt and how clever she was.  For a while I began to move in and out of her, with Jessie responding beautifully.  Then I increased the speed until we were both almost leaving the bed.  Our bodies slapped together feverishly.  Jessie began a low moan that got more guttural as she had her first orgasm.  Naturally, this finished me and I pushed deep into her as I came far, far inside.

It had been a long session and we were both fairly weary, so I slowly withdrew from her.  She rolled back on the bed and I curled up against her curved back.  That could have been the end of the night  -  but not so.  Less than an hour later I was starting to get urges again with such a gorgeous woman next to me.  I slowly moved my hands from her breasts down to her warm pussy and although she pretended to be asleep she responded by moving her pelvis.  Soon she was rapidly fucking my fingers.  I didn’t take long to enter her from behind as we lay beside each other.  I told her we could stay like that until morning as she wouldn’t get tired by my weight… and we could both do anything we wanted.

We were still together mid-morning, when she said she really needed to make a move.  I said: “Make all the moves you want – I love it!”  I told her there was another way we could make it before she left.  I asked her to get on her hands and knees and I would show her how.  When she got into position it was fairly easy to enter her as she was still stretched and juicy.  I asked her to lower her head onto the bed and keep her arse as high as she could.  This enabled me to get right in up to the balls.  After a few hard thrusts she said she was getting closer to coming and that she would like to finish off having me lying on her back – and that’s how we finished a glorious long session, with her legs spread as wide as she could get them and pulled up alongside her body as far as possible.

We both came at about the same time and lay there exhausted.  I told her that I would look forward to any return she might consider and that she must know that nothing would ever equal the fantastic time we had when she lost her virginity… but I would do my best to please her, anywhere, any time.


Bring back any memories?




A First Time For Everything



There are times my wife really surprises me. Like when she said she'd like it if we both could sleep with other people. It took me a month to come out of shock. We've gotten a lot closer since then. The latest surprise was every bit as shocking. I received an invitation to a very interesting party that some friends throw every year…one where anything goes as long as it's consensual. We'd been invited before, but declined attending, since my wife Jen wasn't comfortable with the concept. So when she said she'd like to go this time, I was floored. 

I figured we'd be fairly popular…while neither of us is a model, we're both "pretty people". Jen is petite, about 5'1", with the womanly curves that I love, which translates to good hips and an ample bosom. I'm about 5'11", blonde, and while I'm not a bodybuilder, I'm in pretty good shape.

I had thought we would play around a bit with some of the people we knew well, but didn't really think we'd go very far, as it would be our first time at this kind of event. I had no idea how wrong I would be.

The first indicator was in the car on the way to the party, when Jen looked at me and asked, "So, what are the ground rules tonight?"

"That would be up to you, dear," I replied.

"How about Vegas rules?"

My mind went blank and my cock twitched. "You mean what goes there stays there?", I asked.

"Sure. Could be fun," she said.

So there it was. We'd given each other carte blanche to have a good time. This would either be one great evening, or a lead up to one hell of a fight.

We showed up a bit early, and helped by making a drink run for the hosts. By the time we got back, people had started showing up…many we knew, some we didn't. There was a brief introduction circle, and then we all got up and started mingling and partying.

I made some small talk with Liz, a buxom redhead I'd had a short fling with years ago, and with Vanessa, a very tall (6'1") blonde who I've always wanted to have a fling with. All the better, she had confided in me that she had the same desire…and wouldn't mind a round or two with my wife, either. Things were definitely starting to look promising for me, and it was time to see if Jen was enjoying herself, or getting a case of the wallflowers.

She was sitting where I'd left her, on the couch, but had been joined by someone we'd just met…a tall, thin man with a clean shaven head. I'd seen him earlier flirting with Liz, and now I watched him use the same formula on my wife. It was clear they were having a good conversation, and as they talked, he would lightly touch her, first on her forearm, then her thigh, never letting his touch linger. I had the distinct impression I was watching a master at work, and I took mental notes, since Jen and I have been together long enough that my normal flirtations with her are routine.

As they talked, he started letting his hand linger on her arm, and I could tell she was receptive to him doing so by her easy smile. He started lightly stroking her arm, then her thigh, then her calf, and then he gave her some sort of compliment…I could tell by her blushing smile, and the cute little way she ducks her head down when someone tells her she's beautiful.

While all this was going on, other couples and groups were doing things from make out sessions to light petting, and Liz caught my eye from where she was sitting on the floor near the couch. I made my way over to her, nuzzling her neck and purring in her ear. I delighted in the goosebumps I caused to dance across her flesh.

By the time I looked back to Jen on the couch, she and the tall, handsome stranger were kissing quite passionately. Evidently he had said the right thing, made the right move, and now he was finding out first hand how wonderful a kisser my wife is. I was a bit surprised, but not as much as I would be later.

Liz captured my attention by letting her lips and tongue slide across my neck, and drawing me close for a passionate kiss as well. I'd lost my shirt earlier, and she let her mouth wander down to my collarbones, my shoulder, and I gasped as she then licked a nipple. Over her head, I could see Jen and the stranger getting into it heavier on the couch, and our friend Dave had sit next to them to get a closer view of the passionate show. The stranger's hands were clutching at Jen's breasts through the fabric of her shirt, and she was moaning softly through their kissing.

Liz came up for another kiss, and I let myself be distracted by her as her hands roamed my torso. She recaptured my full attention as one hand lowered to rub my crotch, finding my already hard cock straining against my shorts from the overwhelmingly sexy situation. I looked at her and smiled, and my smile grew when I looked back to the couch: Jen's stranger had moved to the floor and had his hands up her skirt, while Dave was behind her and had pulled her shirt down so he could play with her breasts. The look of rapture on her face was intense.

Liz was intent on keeping my attention, and went to work removing my shorts. I was pleasantly surprised when Vanessa showed up and helped her with the task, laying down next to me on the floor. My pulse cranked up as Liz produced a flavored condom and covered my 7 inches with it, and Vanessa kissed me deeply as Liz took me into her mouth. I was in heaven. 

A quick glance at the couch let me know that Jen was in heaven as well, as the stranger had his face buried between her legs, and Dave was licking her nipples. I watched for a moment, and our eyes met…we shared a smile, letting each other know all was well.

Liz continued to suck my hardness, her head bobbing up and down, tongue swirling as Vanessa lay next to me, kissing me deeply as my fingers grasped and twisted her nipples. At some point, a man I didn't know, but that Vanessa certainly did, hiked her skirt up and began to lick her nectar in earnest, and we kissed all the more passionately through our pleasure.

I could hear Jen's moans intensifying, signaling an impending orgasm, and I sat up in the midst of my own pleasure to watch. And what a surreal image…Dave on her left breast, the host Bill on her right, the stranger between her legs, all with their mouths busy as she screamed out in ecstasy! I lay back down on the floor, my own orgasm wouldn't be far behind.

I heard myself starting to moan, and Liz picked up her pace, sucking for all she was worth…which was a lot, to say the least. Vanessa's cries started in my ear as her oral assailant continued to pleasurably torture her clit, and that was enough to push me over the edge. I screamed out, filling the condom with a powerful release of cum, and Liz continued suckling my cock, milking every last drop even through the latex barrier.

Liz was so incredibly kind, she removed the condom and cleaned me off with a towel, and then joined me in playing with Vanessa's breasts as she shuddered to her own orgasm from the man between her thighs.

I got up to the sounds of light applause, and blushed slightly as our audience let me through to the kitchen for a drink. I smiled to myself, amazed to be in this situation, knowing that it was more surreal than any of my most detailed fantasies…but so much more fulfilling. 

After a few minutes in the kitchen chatting, I went back to the living room to see that Jen and the stranger had reversed positions--she was now kneeling on the ground, his pants had been pulled off, her shirt and bra were gone, and she was bobbing on his cock, one hand grasping his balls, one tugging on her own breasts. I was amazed. It was as if a lock had been opened and the secret slut inside had been let out, and I hoped she never went back in. I sat down with some wine and watched for a while.

She alternated sucking his cock, which I estimated at about 8", and wrapping her tits around it and bouncing with just the tip in her mouth. He was moaning somewhat, and whispering compliments and commands to her. She was all in, and putting on a hell of a show. Truth be told, I had a twinge of jealousy at that moment, remembering how long it had been since she'd sucked my cock that way, but it passed quickly as my excitement took over. Being a good husband, I grabbed a flavored condom for her, and brought it to her, placing it in her hand. She looked up at me, and half smiled around the cock in her mouth. My own dick started to get hard again.

I sat next to the stranger on the couch, watching Jen pleasure him for another five minutes, my own member getting more and more rigid. Finally, I could take it no longer and joined Jen on the floor, behind her. I pulled her skirt up and over her back, and ran my hardness against her clit. Unfortunately, the height of the couch made the angle wrong for me to enter her from behind, so I just continued to rub her clit with my fingers and the head of my cock.

After a while, she opened the condom and put it on the stranger's long member, and looked back at me, the obvious question in her eyes. I'd never seen her so completely drunk with passion before as at that moment, and yet she still wanted to be certain I was OK with this. I nodded, and withdrew to a chair to drink a bit of wine and watch her play…I am very much the voyeur.

She mounted him slowly, letting him fill her, and he grabbed her breasts in both hands. I smiled, knowing how much she loves that very thing. Then she started riding him, slowly at first, and building speed. She didn't notice, but she was also building an audience.

She rode him hard for about five minutes before the first orgasm took her, and she began screaming and bucking harder. Amazingly, he kept right on fucking her, holding her hips and bouncing her off of his rock hard pole. She continued to scream out in time with each thrust, and slapping the wall behind his head with her palm. My smile widened, as I'm very familiar with that hand slap, having borne many a bruise on my chest from her deepest orgasms…he was giving it to her good, and getting her to a place that doesn't come often.

They continued like that, amazingly, and I counted off her orgasms as she screamed and bucked in the throes of passion. Finally, she stopped, after at least six, in need of a break. He took her hand and asked her to go upstairs as we in the audience applauded. She looked at me again, and I nodded my consent, and she went off grinning. In moments, we heard the same screams coming from upstairs.

It would be a good enough night and a good enough tale if it ended there, but it didn't. Vanessa wandered by me, and I caught her hand, silently leading her upstairs as well. I was getting the feeling that Jen had been picked up by a marathon runner, and I was still quite, quite horny.

I poked my head into the first room upstairs to see Jen on her back, legs up over the stranger's shoulders, and he was plowing into her with abandon in time to her screams. I watched for a moment as Vanessa fondled me from behind.

The next room was a nice scene indeed, with 3 couples intertwined in various ways. While a bit tempted, I wanted to have Vanessa to myself for a bit. The next room was empty, so we availed ourselves of it and laid next to each other on a makeshift bed on the floor.

We talked for a bit, opening up and sharing fantasies with each other, all the while hearing the sounds of passion from the other two rooms. With a sudden motion, I grasped her wrists and rolled her onto her back, my mouth seeking hers out for a passionate kiss.

I slowly trailed down the front of her, until my mouth came to her feminine treasure. I let my tongue dance into her, needing to pleasure her for pleasure's sake, and also from a sense of competition…I couldn't let her dark-haired friend be the best she'd had at this. I am sometimes a creature of ego, and I take great pride in my lesbian-trained skills.

In no time at all, her voice joined the choir of passionate screams around us, as I licked, sucked, teased her with every ounce of skill and lust within me. I took my time, playing her body like an instrument, bringing her climax out of her with a great scream of delight.

I crawled up to lay next to her, a smiling like the cat that ate the canary. As we lay together, I became aware of the lack of Jen's screams. I looked up into the hallway, and saw Dave standing there in a robe, watching the group show in the second room.

"Dave!," I called out, "Is my wife still fucking?"

"No, sir, I believe she's quite done," he replied.

"No she's not, send her in here!"

Jen walked in with a big smile, and cuddled up to me. Vanessa went to get a drink, and I pulled Jen on top of me, entering her with the ease of long practice.

"Enjoying the party?" I asked. She nodded, gyrating her hips a bit on top of me. She started fucking me slowly, kissing me deeply.

I noticed that Vanessa had gotten sidetracked in the hallway, as another of the men at the party was taking her from behind against the doorframe. I figured that fantasy would have to wait…I had wanted to have both her and my wife, but it wasn't going to happen this night. Needless to say, I didn't feel much disappointment as Jen started pushing all my buttons, swiveling her hips and squeezing me with her internal muscles.

"Do you like me being a slut?" she asked into my ear. "I just love the way a dick feels inside of me…"

Gods, but she knows how to push my buttons, and she was determined to make me come in record time. I moaned an answer in the affirmative, and grasped her breasts in my hands, pulling one to my mouth to lick and suck on her tightening nipple.

She leaned back, bouncing on me and rubbing her clit with her fingers, continuing to tell me just what a slut she must be, and how she was loving my cock inside of her, and how she was going to come so hard…and as she did, she took me along with her, both of us screaming out. 

The trip home was a long one, and she napped on the way. Crawling into bed at home, though, she looked at me and said "I must be a slut, but I need one more…" I didn't let her finish the sentence as I covered her mouth with mine, and drove into her again…

Needless to say, I doubt I'll never turn down an invitation to Bill's parties ever again. 



A First Time for Everything



During my time in college I attended a commuter university in my home city, so I still lived at home until I went to work full-time. I had a very active social life at the time since most of old high school friends and my new college friends were almost always around.

My bedroom was small and full of my stuff, as it was the only space of my own that I had. Almost half of that space was my waterbed. So when company was over, which was often, somebody sat on the bed and somebody sat on the one chair. One day my friends Deanna and Jenna had dropped by to visit. Deanna was a rail-thin brunette and Jenna was a 'plump' red-head.

Deanna was an old friend from high school who lived in my neighborhood. We had ridden the bus home together for quite some time. Jenna was a newer friend from college who had recently begun dating another of my old high school friends, who she had met through me. I had never so much as kissed either of them. We'd never even flirted. We were all unquestionably "just friends."

I was sitting on a chair with my legs up on the bed. Deanna and Jenna were both sitting on the bed. As we sat and talked Deanna made herself more comfortable by innocently putting her feet on my lap. A few minutes later she shifted her foot and accidentally rubbed my crotch with it.

"Sorry." she said. 

Jokingly, I said "Don't appologize. You can do that anytime you want." She got a coy little smile and left her foot where it was. We went back to our previous conversation, and slowly she started massaging me with her foot.

We kept talking and she kept rubbing me through my jeans, as if nothing was going on. She was making a game out of if to see if she could get me to stutter or forget what I was talking about, and doing a good job of it. She and Jenna were both getting a big kick out of this.

After a few minutes her foot got more brazen and I stopped trying to pretend I was having a conversation. I laid my head back on the chair and moaned.

"Ooh that's good..." I said.

She said "So you like my footjobs?"

"I'll say he does!" Jenna said, starring at the bulge I was making against my black jeans. "Do you think you can make him cum doing that?" 

"Let's find out." Deanna replied. 

She rubbed my cock with her feet for a long time, hoping to make me cum in my jeans, but I was nowhere near it. Suddenly, she sat up and put her hand on my bulge, gripping it hard and massaging it with her fingers.

"Oh, goddd..." I moaned.

Jenna sat forward and lifted my shirt over my head. Deanna ran her other hand up my chest lightly. Before long both of them where licking my chest, sucking my nipples, and teasing me with their hands. Then Deanna turned her attention back to my cock.

Jenna said "I think I had better just sit back and watch now. I have a boyfriend."

"Arumph..." I said. I'm not even sure what I meant, but I doubt it was anything particularly deep.

Deanna said "Are you going to cum soon?"

I said "The truth is, I've never cum from a handjob, not even my own. I always have to resort to... other means."

Deanna grinned like a cat with a cannary. She turned to Jenna and said "That sounds like a challenge."

"Go for it." Jenna laughed.

"I'll just keep rubbing you through your jeans," Deanna said "because I have a boyfriend too."

"You can do whatever you want." I replied. Then she told me to lay down on the bed. I got up to move and my cock nearly broke through my jeans it was straining so hard against the black denim.

"You really are enjoying this!" Deanna said.

"Well what did you expect?" I answered. She gave me that coy smile of hers again.

With me on my back she attacked my cock with renewed fervor. She rubbed it gently for awhile, then hard and slow, then hard and quick. I moaned and bucked in pleasure but was still nowhere near cumming.

Deanna said to Jenna "I don't think I can do it through his jeans!"

Jenna said "So take them off."

"Do you think I should?"

"You might as well now. What's the difference?"

Deanna turned to me and said "Do you mind?"

I launched my arm at my zipper and had my pants and underwear off in no time. My throbbing, erect cock stood eagerly at attention.

"Ooh..." Jenna sighed.

"Nice." Deanna said.

She wrapped her hand around my shaft and started pumping, slowly at first and then steadily faster. I just lay there moaning with my eyes rolling back in my head. After awhile she laid down beside me cradling her head on my shoulder, never taking her hand from my erection. She kept fondling and pumping me for about 15 minutes and I still was nowhere near cumming, not that I wasn't enjoying myself! She whispered in my ear, where Jenna couldn't hear "If it will help you, you can put your hand down my pants."

Deanna was a very skinny girl and she always wore very loose jeans. I easily slipped my hand under her jeans and underwear without Jenna being able to see what I was doing.

First I slowly rubbed her ass with the palm of my hand, squeezing it gently and checking out her curves. In all the time I had known her I had no idea that Deanna had a great figure hiding under all of those loose clothes she wore! It turned out that under all that tom-boy clothing, she was really fine! She had one of the cutest, curviest little butts I'd ever had the pleasure of touching.

I reached down the crack of her ass and found her slit. I wasn't the only one enjoying this! She was already so wet that I had no trouble at all sliding my finger into her. She was so skinny I had no trouble getting it in deep. She had an amazing pussy! The inside wasn't just soft and formless like most girls. Hers was lean and had a sort of ridged texture to it, almost herringbone. It was great. I rubbed her g-spot for awhile and then moved my finger back out to her clit and began circling and gently pinching it. All the while she slowly gave me the best handjob of my life. After about 5 minutes of this I could feel myself getting ready to cum.

"I think I'm going to cum!" I said.

"Good. About time" Deanna said as she picked up the pace.

I started fingering her faster, still without Jenna knowing, and my cock started to pulse. First just a little cum leaked out, then a little more, then I erupted all over my own stomach and Deanna's hand and lower arm.

"Oh god!" I said "No one has ever been able to do that! You're unbelievable!"

Deanna smiled coyly and said "Thank you." 

Then we just laid there holding each other for awhile, talking to Jenna about what had just happened and how wierd, but cool, it was. After a little while Jenna told us she had to get home and Deanna was her ride. So we all got in the car and drove to her house. She said goodbye and headed into the house, I'm sure to masturbate like crazy.

Then Deanna and I went back to my house to continue what we had started. 



A First Time for Everything



"Well good morning!"

I turned toward the now familiar voice that was approaching from behind me. I smiled and waved. "Good morning to you two."

It was Lydia and Tom, a couple I'd met during the last several days, and they were walking across the sand in my direction. I smiled as they approached. Lydia had on a wide brimmed hat and a colorful cover-up that was flowing nicely in the morning breeze coming in off the ocean that I'd just been looking out at before they interrupted my enjoyment of a Florida sunrise. Under her cover up was a one-piece swimsuit that disappeared under a comfortable pair of khaki shorts. Since I had on sunglasses I enjoyed another look at the lady from head to toes. I'd enjoyed several long looks at the lady during the week. Actually, I'd found it hard to keep my eyes off of her.

As they came up close I looked back eastward as a large pelican slowly floated across the water looking for its breakfast. The sun was now fully up and the sound of the surf hitting the sand mingled with the voices of other beach-goers moving towards the warm open spots to set up a morning of relaxing in the sun. It was my last full day of a nice vacation that had begun on a Caribbean cruise I'd won the year before at work. My wife and I had tacked a couple of vacation days to the end of the week so she could visit some family that lived in the city we'd sailed from. She'd taken off after breakfast with her sister bound for a day of catching up and shopping at a large outlet mall at the next city up the coast. I was on my own until dinner that evening.

Stopping beside me, Lydia put her hand over her eyes and peered out over the water. "What a lovely morning."

I smiled at the sound of her voice. Lydia and Tom were from Australia, and her pretty voice and (to me) exotic accent had attracted me almost as much as her pretty face and shapely body. They were on vacation here in the States, and the cruise we had just finished was only a part of it. They'd stayed in the same oceanfront hotel we'd been in, and were heading down to the keys for some deep-sea fishing in the morning. We'd enjoyed lunch with them only the day before. They'd become some newfound friends during the cruise. Being our age we had much in common and conversations just came easily.

"So what's on your agenda today, bloke?" Tom asked.

"A lazy day doing nothing but enjoying the sunshine. I saw on the Weather Channel that we were getting snow back home, and I don't want to think about winter at all until I step off the plane tomorrow. What about you two?"

I watched Tom's arm slip behind Lydia and tug her close. "I think we're going to just enjoy some good fun in our room today. Woke up a bit on the horny side myself. Too bad your lady isn't here, we'd ask you to join us!" 

I shook my head and laughed. Some good-natured flirting had taken place between all of us during the week, and I'd enjoyed it. Actually, the more I'd enjoyed just watching Lydia at poolside or on the dance floor the thought of her in bed with me had crossed my mind more than once. Harmless middle-age crazy fantasies. I decided to play along a bit.

"Oh, she'll be sorry to hear she missed out on that. She's said several times how much she'd love to get that good-looking Aussie gent into bed." I winked at them as I spoke.

"You know, Tom, I'm quite sure Steve would enjoy a nice threesome to pass his day away. I'm sure he's going to be very lonely left here all by himself." 

"Yeah, right," I said as I looked back out toward the surf and watched two young co-eds stroll by in their bikinis. 

I felt a hand on my shoulder, and turning my head, Tom leaned over and said quietly, "She's serious, friend."

Up to that point I was sure all our talk had been harmless flirting. But at this moment it occurred to me that perhaps it wasn't make believe after all.

He continued, "You see, we occasionally enjoy the company of some 'special friends', and to be quite honest we've had our eyes on you all week." As he spoke I felt Lydia step up to my other side and casually slip her arm into mine. 

Well, I must admit a threesome had always been a fantasy I'd enjoyed. It had usually been with two ladies, however. Oh I admit like most guys my age I'd watched more than one video of two guys sharing one girl, and yes, they were interesting enough, but I'd never thought I'd have an opportunity to actually participate. But the thought was "growing" on me as they spoke. Why not? Who's to know? 

"I'd have to warn you I'm a novice at such things."

"Let's just see where it goes, mate. No pressure, no rules. Stop or go anytime as it feels right," Tom said as he patted my shoulder and stepped back.

"You'll enjoy it, darling. Trust me," Lydia said, then she leaned over and whispered, "I'll fuck your brains out, baby. Come on, join us."

Well, that did it. Before long we were up in their suite looking out on the beach several floors below, and Tom was handing out beers from the little fridge. I was standing just inside the room and Lydia invited me to have a seat on the couch in the living-room area. 

"Tom and I have enjoyed sharing a bit over the years, and we've collected quite a few wonderful memories in the process. We don't go at it a lot, and we've been very selective in our friends, so you don't have to worry about bringing something home to your lady. So you know, we're both 'bi', and very open to enjoying whatever presents itself when we're with a friend or two. Everyone being comfortable is the main rule. If you're nervous about anything it hinders the... performance and enjoyment of the moment." Her voice sounded very relaxed and "matter of fact" about the entire issue at hand.

When I heard the word "bi" applied to a fellow male, I must admit a feeling of surprise came across me. I've enjoyed the sights and sounds of two women enjoying one another, but the idea of even being naked with another man was quite a reach. If I hadn't have been mesmerized by the lady in the room all week, I wouldn't even have contemplated being here. But this little revelation was beginning to break the spell a bit. I looked up at Tom who was leaning back against the little bar and sipping his drink.

"I, uh, like I said, I've never actually been in a 'sharing' situation, and I guess you know I'm fully straight."

"That's not a problem, love. 'Bi' means you swing both ways, and trust me," she said playfully looking over at her man, "I've got plenty to give both of you right now."

That did it. I could feel my cock hardening under my shorts and the lady looked and sounded so sexy at the moment my mind was beginning to forget the details. Without a word, Tom sat his bottle down on the counter and walked over taking Lydia's hand and pulling her up to himself. His hands slipped under her cover-up and he pulled her tight, their mouths meeting and beginning to kiss one another with immediate passion. Within moments it was clear they both had been worked up quite a bit by the entire preliminaries of the conversation to this point. I sat back and just watched the show, feeling a bit like the proverbial "fly on the wall". I'd always been a bit of a voyeur, and as I could see Tom getting into the lovemaking, I relaxed a bit at the whole "bi" concept. Obviously, he was getting very worked up by the lady's tongue working in and out of his mouth, and her nice full tits pressed up against his chest.

"Come on, mate, let's take care of the lady. Give me hand with her." 

Taking her hand, he led her back to the king-size bed in the adjoining room and sat down on the edge facing the mirror. Lydia sat down on his lap facing it. "She loves to watch herself getting fucked." With that, Tom's hands slipped around her and he began to knead and squeeze her breasts, still encased in the swimsuit. She leaned back into him and looked at me, smiling.

Lydia was a very pretty 40-something, short blonde hair and pretty dark eyes. She was clearly a mom, but everything was in nice proportion to everything else. Curvy, but not overly so. Very feminine with nice legs now beginning to open up on her lover's lap. She moistened her lips as she leaned back against Tom. She smiled up at me.

"Take her neck, man... she loves that."

Stepping up I lifted Lydia's chin and leaned forward. She was just about at the right height for me to enjoy her pretty face. Tilting my head, my lips found hers and she returned a hungry deep kiss, her tongue darting into my mouth as Tom's hands kept working her breasts. I felt her reach up and rub her palm over my now hard cock under my pants.

"Ohhhh, yes. Ohhhh, yesssss," she cooed as our kiss broke for a breath. 

Tom took one hand from Lydia's breast and put it on the top of her head, tilting it over. He wasn't rough at all, but firm. "There, go for it, man. She'll fuckin' take off like a rocket if you lick her right there." He pulled his hand free from her other breast and with his fingertip he stroked a long pass down her now open neck. I took his instructions and let my tongue follow his instructed path, then opened my mouth and began to lick and kiss her pretty neck. I felt his hands slip back between us and onto her tits. It was odd feeling someone else's hands there between the lady's chest and my own, and hearing his voice, but something about it was making me feel more confident and horny every moment. As I made little circles with my tongue, pressing the tip hard, the lady began to squirm and moan.

I stood back up a moment to catch my own breath. Tom laughed. "Told you. Here, enjoy these."

With that, he pulled her light cover up open and halfway down her arms, then tugged the straps of her swimsuit down behind it just enough to set her tits free, his hands helping to get them up on top of the built in bra. "There, kneel down enough for her to see over your head. She'll want to watch you suck her titties in the mirror, won't you, darlin'?"

"Oh, fuck yes. Suck them baby. Oh yeah. Oh, he's good, isn't he Tommy? Ooooo. Yeah. Mmmmmm."

I felt her hard nipples press forward into my mouth as I moved from one to the other, licking and sucking, my hands feeling her creamy full breasts. She wasn't too large or too small, and the swimsuit pulled just below them kept them fully up with her nipples pointing out. I licked over her tan line, and down her cleavage, and then circled each dark circle of tit-flesh, teasing her as the skin puckered.

"Fuckin' don't tease, Steve. Suck them. Let me feel your teeth."

Obviously, the lady wanted it hard and fast. I moved back as I felt her begin to stand up. Tom helped push her to her feet, and as soon as she was up, Tom pulled the cover-up down her arms and tossed it over on the floor. "Get her pants, man." 

I complied and soon she was kicking them off her ankles as she pulled her swimsuit down after them. There she was. Oh my. Lydia looked so hot. Her face was flushed with the moment, and she was still breathing very deeply. Her breasts were swaying freely now, not sagging but full and heavy. A bit of soft momma's tummy and a nice little "love handle" bulge completed her midsection. Tom put his hands on her shoulders.

"She looks good, doesn't she?"

"Very good", I responded. Lydia watched me as my eyes just drank in her soft gorgeous body.

"Look at this," he said, turning her around, "that ass feels fucking wonderful under you, man." Turning her back around he reached down her tummy. "Spread 'em a bit for our friend, love. Look at that cunt, man. I helped shave it nice and close this morning." Leaning down he slipped his hand down as she opened her legs enough for his fingers to slip back between them. I watched him slip his fingertips down between her lips and come up like he'd just scooped honey out of a hive. He held his fingers up for me to see.

"Look at that, man. Little horny lady's soakin' wet already." 

With that he put two fingers in his mouth and licked them clean. "Go ahead, take a taste man. Feel her up right in there. See what I mean? Fuckin' soaked. Taste it. She's sweet, man. Love the taste of her." 

I took his invitation, and as my hand slipped between her legs I saw her lean her head back on her lover's shoulder and close her eyes. He was right. Her pussy was dripping wet as my fingers slipped back and forth over her slit and slowly down between her folds. She opened her legs just a bit more as I slipped two fingers up inside her, and curled them just enough to press the into the top of her pussy behind the bone. Then slowly I pulled them out, stopping long enough to rub her clit a bit, then pull my hand out. He was right. Her juice covered my hand and smelled wonderfully musky and delightful.

"Taste it. Tell me if that ain't the best fuckin' pussy juice you've ever had!"

As I slipped my own fingers into my mouth, I became strangely aware that both of them were watching me lick up every drop.

Stepping back, Tom began to unbutton his shirt and kick off his deck shoes. "Come on, friend, strip down. Let's get comfortable. Give him a hand Lyddie."

The lady stepped forward and began to unbutton my shirt and smile at me. Leaning forward we began to lightly kiss as her fingertips opened my shirt and pushed it down from my shoulders. I helped slip it off and then tugged at my t-shirt. Lydia began unbuckling my belt. Pulling my head free and slipping it down my arms I suddenly got very self-conscious. There stood Tom, now fully nude. He wasn't much taller than me, and though a bit out of shape and overweight too, I still had quite a bit more tummy than him. But that wasn't the problem. Damn it. How could I compete with that? His cock was semi-hard and well over six inches and quite thick already, with more to come. I have known since the junior high football locker room I wasn't well endowed, but I'd never had to compare erections side by side. Oh as a teenager, I'd jacked off around a Playboy with a couple of friends, but even then we were much more interested in the Playmate of the Month than in one another's peckers. Pass around the Vaseline and the Kleenexes, and then discuss the lady's bush or lack thereof while we pounded our dicks until one by one we'd fill the tissue and tug our pants back up. I was usually the first to cum, so I'd get mine put back away before anyone's eyes would wander back down to my cock. The one friend who taught me to jack off did have a big cock even for 14, but I was more interested in his description of listening to his aunt and uncle fuck than in watching him get himself hard.

"Oh my. I can't compete with him, baby."

She was tugging my pants and shorts down. At least I was still fully hard as she did so, but mine was quite a bit more slender and just barely five inches all in (yes, I'd measured it long ago). 

"Don't worry hon, it's a lovely cock. Never circumcised, huh? I like that." With that, Lydia took it in her hand and pulled the skin back, kissing the tip and licking off the little droplet of pre-cum, circling the head with her tongue. As she did Tom put his hands on her shoulders and just watched as slowly my cock disappeared into her lovely mouth. He reached down and took his own in his hand and stroked it a couple of times, then slapped it against the back of her head a bit, working it up to its full stature. 

"She's a great cocksucker, mate. Come here, darlin'. Give me a hand, Steve. Let's get this little lady off."

Tom returned to the bed and Lydia sat back down on his lap, this time spreading her legs wide. His hands returned to her breasts and he began kissing her neck as she began to moan and sigh, one arm reaching back over her head to his neck as he licked and kissed up and down.

She looked at me. "OK, Steve, on your knees man. I want your face down between my legs. I want to cum all over your face, baby. I want to watch you eat my pussy." Her bossy tone actually kind of turned me on, and so I complied. As I knelt down, I must admit it was a new sight up close, her pale soft ass sitting on his hairy lap. As I let my fingertips open up her pussy lips, I could see his balls hanging down below as his cock disappeared up behind her against her ass. I could see her pussy throbbing, and her clit was obviously swollen. I took a preliminary lick up her slit, and then, feeling her hands on the back of my head, opened my mouth and began to suck and lick the top half of her pussy.

"Ohhhh. Ohhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhhhh," she breathed out, each gasp deeper. My tongue flicked around her clit and my hands ran up and down her legs. At the top they'd run into Tom's legs, but at the moment it didn't' matter. She was moving her pretty bottom and beginning to hump my face, grinding back to his cock and up to my mouth. I could feel her orgasm building. Another deep breath and I picked up the tempo of my licks and sucking.

"Oh yeah. Mmmmmmm. Ohhhhh. Oh fuck! Yesssss. Fuckin' suck it. Ohhhhhh."

"Is he a good boy, Lyddie? Sucking your cunt, isn't he? See him in the mirror? Eatin' that lovely bare pussy! Oh yeah. That's it."

Obviously they were both watching the scene in the mirror. I was fully engaged in my part of the "action", so no words could come from my direction, but I know I was making my share of noise. The thought occurred to me that I hoped someone had put out the "Do Not Disturb" sign or one of the housekeepers would get an eyeful.

"Oh Tommy, I gotta feel it. Ooooooo, baby! Put that cock of yours up in me."

I sat back on my heels as she put her hands on my shoulders and stood up. She looked down into my face and smiled between her moans. I saw Tom spit on his hand and lube the head of his cock. From my angle I could see his hand grip it and move the head up between her pussy lips. I kind of felt like a worker on a construction-sight helping guide a big girder into place. I smiled at the thought, but a tinge of self-consciousness slipped over me. Soon, the lady's voice broke the moment, and I re-engaged.

"There. There, baby. Oh yeah. You're in."

Lydia slowly sank back down on his lap, and I could see her pussy stretch open as she took him all the way up in. I thought I had front row seats to watch him fuck her, so I began to settle back.

"Oh no, buster. No way. Get back here. Ooooo. Oh yeah."

She pulled her lips back between her teeth as she began to move up and down his shaft. "I want to feel you mouth on my pussy again. You're sooooo fucking good."

Oh my. There was her pussy, soaked and gorgeous. I loved eating her, and my face was covered with her sweet cream. But there was a big cock in the way. There was no way to eat that pussy without feeling Tom's hard on working under my chin. 

"Fuck... now, man. Eat my cunt, you motherfucker. Now!"

That settled it. A man's gotta' do what a man's gotta' do. I bent back down and began licking her clit. It was a moving target, and soon I got lost in the effort to keep my tongue on it. I lost the sense of the situation, and just gave into it. As she drove her pussy down on his rod harder and harder, her hands gripped the back of my head and I felt the velvet of her soft inner thighs clamp around my face. It muffled the sound but I could still hear them up there working toward climax. I felt my tongue hit the base of his cock, and his balls slap my chin as she pounded harder. I couldn't pull up know. Her grip tightened in her fingertips and her thighs.

"That's it bitch. Good, isn't it? Go baby. Harder. Oh yeah. Ohhhhh..."

"Ohhh yeah. Oh yeahhhh. I'm gonna'. I'm gonna... yessssssssss,... fuck me. Harder baby. I'm... ohhhhh... yesssss... cum with me, Tommy. Cum with me."

At that my eyes opened. What the fuck? I'm down here! He's gotta' hold back! But her hot body is about to go. She's gorgeous. So hot. I'm trapped her anyway. Oh yeah, who cares. I kept licking and sucking harder as I could. Her pulsing pussy began to spasm and I felt a gush of liquid slip down my face. I knew her orgasm was hitting her hard, and that first squirt was from her. And then, I felt her whole body rise as Tom thrust up hard and deep, pulling her clit from my mouth. She squeezed her legs around my head trapping me momentarily without air or light.




A First Time for Everything



"Yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss. Oohhhhhh!"

Suddenly he must have shot a full load up inside her. My forehead was on her open pussy as she slammed back down, her pussy exploding again. Then I felt it. Hot lava-like goo was now seeping out from her down over my chin. Oh boy. That's a first. Lydia's legs opened as my head popped out and I gasped for air. Her orgasm was subsiding as she saw me unravel my legs and plop down on my big butt in front of them, watching his deflating cock slip from her and suck out great globs of white cum, dripping down and hitting the carpet inches in front of my legs.

I began to "come to" and realize where I was as I reached up to wipe off my face.

"Oh no, baby, let me help you."

With that the lady was down on all fours over me, and she began licking hungrily over my face, slurping up the little globs of his and her cum. She then kissed me deeply, and I felt her tongue in my mouth and her tits pressed against my chest. I smiled. My turn. She lifted herself up on her arms and slowly moved forward, lowering one of her nipples down to my lips.

"Suck it baby. Get me ready. I wanna' fuck you so bad. Suck me baby. Eat my tits. Oh yeah.... Mmmmm?

I was getting lost in the moment when I froze. I know the feeling of a tongue licking up the back of my hard cock. But her tongue was in my mouth. Oh my. Wait a minute. I broke the kiss and began to squirm.

"What's the matter, love? Shhhhhh. It's OK, baby. Tommy's just gonna wet it good so it will slide up inside me. Relax. It's OK. " 

Turning her head over her shoulder, she spoke to her lover. "Go ahead, Steve won't mind. Get it good and wet all over. Oh yeah, that's it."

She looked back down to me and giggled. "Your gonna' love it, hon. I'm gonna' fuck you so nice and good all day long."

Oh my. I felt the warmth of a hot mouth slip slowly down my still hard cock, all the way to the base. Lydia's mouth came down on mine, and I felt her tongue lick my lips. Oh, what the hell. I reached up and slipped my hand behind the lady's head and began to kiss her deeply, letting my hips respond to the moment and just slowly begin to grind upward.

"Oh yeah, baby, that's it." 

With that she sat up and turned around, then swung a leg over me and straddled my chest facing back toward her lover as he busied himself, his head beginning to bob up and down. She lifted herself up and scooted back slowly, positioning her pussy still hot and smelling of sex over my mouth and slowly lowering it down. Knowing what to do I began lapping at her lips

"Not too fast, dear. Save it for me. I promised him a good fuck. Oh yeah. Damn, he's good down there. Oh yeah." She began to rock and slowly grind her open slit over my face, my tongue licking every spot. "That's it. Oh, I love it. Ohhhhh yeah. I'm gonna'! Mmmmmmm.