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A Wonderful Life

By: fantasyhunter2



Note: This story depicts scenes of straight, gay and bisexual group sex. If any of these things offend you it is not the romance for you.

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Though it was already late in the day, I still had work to do before I could head home. One of my duties as Director of Corporate Training was to oversee our biannual management trainee retreats. These two month long retreats had become an important part of the company's internal employee development program. Our rapid growth over the last two decades had created a tremendous need for good managers. My program had a record of producing top quality candidates to fill that need. The next retreat started in the morning but due to other pressing duties I had been unable even to review the participants. I made it a practice to know the people I would be working with before I met them. Fortunately due to a slowing of growth the current batch of trainees was small; three men and three women. The groups were usually fairly well balanced as the company had a strict EEO policy in place. 

There was a downside to the group being less than half the average size. One of the undocumented fringe benefits of my position was the opportunities presented by trainees who were eager to go above and beyond in there effort to succeed. Extra tutoring sessions frequently led to sessions of a more intimate nature. I had never used force or coercion to gain this particular benefit. It seemed to just happen. Truth is the first time it happened I felt more like I was being sexually harassed than the other way round. Over the eleven years I had run the program there had been many trysts with future top performers in our management team. The nice thing being that once the retreat ended the relationship ended cleanly. The trainees went to their assigned locations which were generally hundreds if not thousands of miles from headquarters. An occasional email thanking me for all my help and the good times was the most that had ever come from these private sessions.

As a life long bachelor who doesn't tend to form long term relationships these short liaisons became something I looked forward to each time a new retreat started. It wasn't due to my lack of sexual relationships that I looked forward to these times. The truth is that I have lived what most would consider a rather promiscuous sex life. I tend to form more casual relationships in that area. Having multiple friends with benefits suits me best. It is the intensity of these brief encounters with near strangers that are so anxious to please that made my trainee hook ups so appealing. 

As to why I have never formed a permanent relationship the answer is very simple. I fall almost perfectly in the middle of Kinsey's sexual orientation scale. I am completely bisexual. I enjoy sex with both genders equally. This was something I discovered early in life. Though I had experimented some the first real sex I had was my freshman year of college. It was a threesome. My roommate and I shared what we called back then an easy girl. The evening inevitably included some crossing of swords which served to enhance the experience for me. After a couple more threesomes my roommate and I figured out that we didn't always need a girl in the picture. It soon became clear to me that I could never commit to just one person, because that would mean giving up half of my desires. 

I read the list of names of the current batch of trainees: Roger Armstrong, Sarah Bennett, Philip Castlemen, Liam Fitzpatrick, Ronda Germaine, Kim Turner. There truly isn't much that can be discerned from a name alone. At least in this case there were no gender ambiguous names. Fortunately, I was provided with a folder on each trainee that contained a great deal of information. The first one I opened was labeled Sarah Bennett. I was already acquainted with Sarah. She was a headquarters employee who had been with the company seven years. Her current position was assistant office manager for customer relations. She was being considered for a move to the CEO's office. The new position would move her from supervisory to management status. The company felt the trainee program would be a good thing for her. I figured she was not a candidate for special sessions. On top of her working in the same building I worked in she was by all accounts happily married and devoted to her family. In addition, since she was local she would not be staying in a hotel like the other participants. Although, as I stared at the head shot photo attached to the folder I had to admit that she was someone I would like to fuck. I already knew she had a killer body and very pretty face. Looking at the picture reminded me of her oh so kissable lips that I just knew gave great blow jobs. 

The next folder was that of Roger Armstrong. He was 26 and had just finished four years in the Marines. His head shot showed his blond hair was still cut to Marine regulations. His blue eyes sparkled at me from the folder. His description indicated that along with his handsome face came a buff body. I was sure I would enjoy getting naked with him. I was equally sure that despite his single status he wouldn't be into same sex play.

I tossed aside Roger's folder and picked up one marked Liam Fitzpatrick. His green eyes peeking out from a face partially covered by a mop of untidy brown hair immediately caught my attention. He was a cute young man that clearly did not bow to convention. Almost every head shot I saw on such folders looked like the person had just come from a stylist. Liam's picture looked more like he had just crawled out of bed. It was a good look on him. His stats, 5'9" 155 pounds told me he very likely had a compact sexy body. Though I generally gravitated toward taller men, the contrast of my 6'1", 195 pound frame with a smaller body seemed an interestingly erotic sight. Liam was 25 and single which made him a possibility for extracurricular activities. But his academic record showed him to be a hard worker and high achiever. Those types seldom needed extra tutoring or favors they imagined fucking me would bring. 

Ronda Germaine at 35 was the oldest of the batch. She had been recruited from our competition. She was already an accomplished manager but had requested to attend the first available retreat after her hire. She had been with our company for seven months and her record was exemplary. She clearly didn't need my help and even if she did there was an item on her résumé that indicate she wouldn't be using her body to curry favor with me. Under affiliations she listed her membership in two non-professional organizations: The National Center for Lesbian Rights and The National Gay and Lesbian Task Force. I have nothing against lesbians and have even slept with a couple who like to occasionally feel a live warm cock inside their pussy. But I couldn't imagine that a person so out that they put such affiliations on their resume would have anything to do with straight sex. The fact that she listed a life partner on her benefits sheet pretty much cemented that opinion. 

The third man, Philip Castlemen, was 30 and married with two children. He was a computer programmer who aspired to move into management. His goal was to one day be in technology management. However, our company did not believe in having managers anywhere that did not know our core businesses. If Philip wanted to break into IT management he would have to first successfully manage outside of the technology area. His head shot showed him to be a pleasant enough looking guy; just an average Joe. In fact almost everything in his folder indicated he was pretty much an average guy. Though I knew average guys who were married and by all appearances were totally straight sometimes sucked cock on the side, there was nothing to suggest Philip's possibilities in the folder. Of course even if he had never had his lips on a dick before, he had put forth a lot of effort to get into training program so he might well be willing to go the extra mile.

The final folder was marked Kim Turner. She was 27 and single. However, the freckled face that looked out from a head full of red curls looked much younger. The little bit of cleavage I could see in the picture indicated she had the ample breasts of a mature woman. Add to the picture her 5'2" hundred and fifteen pound frame and I could see she was likely a little bit of dynamite. Nothing I enjoy more than a little redheaded spitfire bouncing up and down on my rigid pole. However as I was approaching my forty-fifth birthday I had become increasingly aware of how it looked for an older man to be screwing young women especially ones who looked as young as Kim. Besides a cutie like her likely had a stable of hot young studs standing in line to fuck her. Still as I contemplated those big tits and red curls bouncing around as she rode my cock I couldn't help but reach down to my crotch and rub my growing bulge through my slacks. 

My review of the new crop of trainees complete I had decided the chance of extra curricular activities was slim at best. I was also horny as shit from my fantasy musings about fucking each of them. I decided to call an old friend of mine, Tom Hastings. I had known Tom for twenty years. I had known his wife for fifteen of those years. Before he got married Tom and I were friends and occasional fuck buddies. The sex continued right up to his wedding day. Even though he had been open with Cheryl about his past gay encounters and she was accepting of his being bisexual, he had decided to go the straight and faithful route. A few months after their honeymoon Cheryl admitted the idea of Tom sucking cock turned her on. Their experimentation started by him talking about sucking cock while she sucked him. It moved to him sucking a dildo while she watched. Neither had the nerve to suggest what they both increasingly wanted; bringing another man into their bed. 

Though all this time Tom and I had remained friends and I became more acquainted with Cheryl. For whatever reason Tom had never told her that I was one of the guys he had had sex with in the past. About a year and a half after the wedding Tom was at my apartment. He told me all about their sex play. He added that all the fantasy had made him crave a real cock. We took care of the craving in my bedroom. He sucked me for hours coaxing three loads from cock. I had never seen a guy happier to eat cum. A few weeks later I got a call from Tom. He wanted to meet me because he had a favor to ask. I figured he just wanted to suck my dick dry again and invited him to my place.

As it turned out Cheryl and he had made the decision to bring another man into their bedroom. Their idea was for her to watch as Tom sucked and got sucked and maybe fucked. The other guy wouldn't get involved with Cheryl except to watch her masturbate or get eaten by Tom. He had already told Cheryl that I was bi and a former sex partner of his. I thought the whole idea sounded fun. I liked being watched, Joe was a great cocksucker and had a nice cock that I enjoyed sucking. In addition, though we had only down anal twice he was a pretty good fuck for a guy. I have never been a big fan of anal intercourse at least not when there is pussy to be had. But if Cheryl wanted to see her man take a cock in the ass I was happy to accommodate. There was one other incentive. Cheryl has huge tits and I had wanted to see them bared since I had met her. 

Cheryl is about 5'5" and easily fifty pounds heavier than what the charts recommend. While she is not what anyone would call a BBW she definitely has more than the required padding. Even though she had small love handles most of her extra weight found its way to her tits, hips and ass. She was a curvy, chubby bundle of sexual energy I soon learned. The first time I arrived at their house for a date I was greeted by Tom who was wearing only a robe. After showing me in and fixing me a drink he called Cheryl to join us. She was wearing an extremely sheer sexy nightie that was not made for sleeping. It was made of a translucent plum colored material that left almost nothing to the imagination. Her large tits filled the top perfectly and the material showed off her nipples and big, dark, round areolas. It was clear that she kept her pubic hair neatly trimmed. I could see the dark circle above her cunt that constituted all the hair she had below the waist. Suddenly I wished our evening was going to include more than just seeing her body. 

She smiled clearly enjoying the way I was ogling her. She told me how anxious she was for the festivities to start. I simply said there was no need to wait and stood up. I could see the surprise in her eyes as I stripped naked while she watched. I saw something else in her eyes when she saw my half-hard cock for the first time. I had forgotten that I was at least two inches longer and a lot thicker than Tom. From her expression I assumed that my cock was bigger than any she had had in the past. Her breathless comment confirmed my assumption.

"Oh wow, damn Tom you didn't tell me what a great cock your friend had!"

I decided that there was a chance for more than looking.

"Yeah, it is a nice piece of meat," Tom agreed as he walked over and got on his knees in front of me. 

He shrugged his shoulders and his robe puddle on the floor behind him revealing his nakedness and his erection. Cheryl smiled and took a seat in a large comfortable chair beside us where she could have a ring side seat. Tom winked at his wife as he took hold of my cock. I felt the familiar swirl of his tongue over my helmet as his fingers deftly fondled my heavy ball sack. He kissed and licked up and down my shaft eliciting appreciative coos from his wife. The moans I heard as he took my cock into his mouth caused my attention to move from my cock sucking friend to his masturbating wife. Her nightie was pulled up fully exposing her bare pussy to my eyes. With the fingers of one hand she had spread open her full, pink, fleshy pussy lips. One finger of the other hand was hidden, buried deep inside her dripping cunt. It was obvious she was teasing her g-spot while using her thumb to play with her clit. Her gaze was fixed as if she was mesmerized by the sight of her husband swallowing my rock hard cock. I smiled and winked at her as I took Tom's head in my heads and began to control the action. She smiled back as I slowly rocked on my heels fucking Tom's willing mouth. 

"I want you," I mouthed silently in her direction as my cock went deeper into Tom's mouth.

Soon my cock was in his throat and his nose in my pubic hair. Tom had more cock sucking practice than his wife knew. He had been deep throating cock for a long time. A few minutes later he had to stop to catch his breath. I casually moved the two feet that separated us from Cheryl.

"Need any help with that hot pussy?" I asked breathlessly.

She just nodded. As Tom watched I went to my knees between her widely spread legs. She continued to hold her pussy lips open as I went to work with my tongue. I bathed her large throbbing clit and sucked her puffy labia. I slipped one of my fingers inside her and let her use her finger to guide me to her special spot. Together our fingers worked the quivering walls of her pussy while my tongue danced around her clit and over her sweet juicy outer lips. When she came it felt as if a flood gate had opened. She squirted a torrent of juices on my face as she screamed her delight at the power of the orgasm coursing through her body. When I pulled my head from her crotch I looked back to see that Tom had been jacking his cock while watching me eat his wife's cunt. I wanted more of her and his expression gave me permission to go for it. I moved up her body and pulled down the top of her nightie exposing her huge milky orbs and magnificent nipples. I went to work sucking and licking her tits to the sound of her delightful squeals. She still had her fingers inside her pussy as I did my best to suck in the ample flesh of her delicious tits. Then she gave me permission to take what it was clear we both wanted.

"Oh god, fuck me, please now!" She panted.

It was clear she was not asking for Tom. It was my dick she wanted and my dick she was going to get. I grabbed her hips and nudged her to roll over. She willingly slid into position bent over the chair with her big ass pointed at the sky and her cunt wide open. I dug my fingers into her flesh as I rammed my aching cock home. Her hot wet cunt easily took every bit of my cock. I humped her deeply keeping my balls press to her body. I turned to my old friend and beckoned him to come to us. He released his cock and scrambled to the side of the chair not really knowing what I had in mind. As I continued to fuck his wife I grabbed his ass and moved him so that his cock was pointed at my face.

"I am going to suck Tom's hot cock while I pound your sweet pussy!" I growled in her ear as I reared back and drove my cock home again.

She turned her head to see me swallow the top half of her husband's twitching cock. I sucked him as best as I could while fucking Cheryl. Her ragged breathing and thrashing body told me she was nearing another peak. I knew Tom wasn't far behind. I felt her juices pour out down my cock and over my balls as she screamed her passions again. Then Tom's cock jerked and filled my mouth with his salty goo. I pulled my mouth off of his cock and found Cheryl's lips as I came in her pussy I pushed Tom's cum into her mouth with my tongue. In another minute I fell back and she rolled over panting and sighing. Tom dove between her legs and began to lap up the oozing mixture of our combined male and female juices. I watched as her body was racked with a series of seemingly endless orgasmic peaks. When she could stand no more and pushed him away, Tom practically pounced on me. He devoured my semi-erect dick sucking his wife's cunt juice from it and causing it to fully reinflate. This time he didn't stop sucking until I shot a load in his mouth and down his throat. The date ended with Tom fucking Cheryl on the floor while I watched. 

It wasn't until the second date that Cheryl got her fantasy of watching Tom take a cock in the ass fulfilled. Since then we have had many dates and fulfilled many fantasies. Cheryl's passion and desire during those sessions always amazed me. Many times after both Tom and my cocks were spent she would want more oral or even pull out a dildo for us to continue fucking her. It seemed like she was lost in some frenzy of sexual need at times. Over the years they tried other guys and one couple. None seemed to provide the fulfillment our threesomes did. My thing with Tom and Cheryl is the closest thing I have to a long term relationship. The sex is great and I care for them more than anyone else I have ever known. Cheryl has even expressed a kind of romantic love for me and indicated that they consider me another husband in their relationship. Their decision not to have children keeps things from becoming complicated. 

When I talked to Tom the night of the review we decided on a date for the following Saturday night. When I hung up the phone I opened my pants and took out my cock. I opened a porn magazine I had in my desk and began stroking my growing meat. It was only Tuesday, my desires wouldn't wait until Saturday. I spilled my seed into a clump of Kleenex while reading a photo captioned story about a bisexual orgy. 

The next morning I met the current crop of trainees in person. They were pretty much what I had expected from reading their dossiers. Except for one thing; none of their pictures had done them justice. They were all really good looking and to top it off had great bodies. It was the sexiest group of six people I could imagine assembling outside of the playboy mansion. After telling them a bit about myself and the program I started the first class exercise. It is a team building thing where the participants each have to speak for fifteen minutes about themselves. The idea is to begin to establish a connection between the participants. The nice thing about a small group was the reduced time it took to get through such exercises. When we had eighteen people, it took the whole day when combined with my talk. That day it only took a few hours to get through the required material which allowed me to offer some social time to continue the getting to know each other theme. All six of them were unusually forth coming with their personal talks. 


A Wonderful Life



This is my inaugural story, my 'first shot up the tubes' as it were. No one else has edited it, so I am fully responsible for the contents and errors. I have another much longer story in the works (@60,000 words) that is being edited and I am learning from that. 

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This is only one of my daydreams, so it might seem a little disjointed but I hope it strikes a chord in some of your hearts. Please vote, and feel free to comment. Now for the story...

"I'm sorry, old woman. I should have done this years ago, but I wrote this letter to let you know my thoughts and how my life has gone since that day. I can't find your current address, so I posted it online and hope you're still alive to read it. 

The day I caught you, my new 18 year-old brown-eyed virgin bride, fucking our 40+ year-old neighbor in our marital bed, I had no choice but to divorce you after less than a year of marriage. You weren't on birth control and he wasn't using a condom. 

When I saw you two, it was obvious that you didn't care. You didn't care if you got pregnant by another man and you certainly didn't care about me. I'm glad the marital dissolution went fast and easy. 

A year later, I found myself in a whole new world with a young blonde, green-eyed girl who knew nothing about anything sexual. I met her in a little coffee shop not far from where I worked. She was a beautiful but shy virgin, and I was determined to get to know her. 

It took months, but we finally started dating. That went on for a few more months before I finally enticed her into my new, post-marital, bed in my new apartment. Once we got the extended preliminaries out of the way, this is how it went. 

"Feel that little hole between your legs where my finger is now? It's where a man joins with a woman. My cock and your pussy hole are a perfect fit." 

"My pussy hole? But, I don't understand. Is this what the bible says about a man and a woman being together as one?" 

"That's exactly what it means, and I want to be one with you. Do you want to feel what it's like to be one with someone else, like me? I mean, you don't have to if you don't want."

"I would like to know what that's like. But I'm a little scared. How can we join? When I play with myself, something in there stops me. There isn't any room for you in that hole in me, maybe an inch or two and you're too big for that. It wouldn't be any good for either of us." 

"That's okay, darling, joining will fix all of that. It usually hurts the woman the first time but you'll find the joining can carry you away to the stars and you will love it like nothing else." 

"Well, I trust you and if you're sure, then I want to join with you. I just hope it doesn't hurt too much." 

"Honey, I wouldn't hurt you for the world and after this I never will." I said as I lined my cock up in between her lovely lubricated pussy lips. 

It took a few minutes of pushing and wiggling around but I finally had the head of my cock inside her. Working ever so slowly, I finally felt her hymen or rather what was left of it. Her sporting activities had pretty much shredded it, but there was enough left to let her know that she'd been joined with. 

I let her know that I would have to push through to complete the joining. She nodded and told me to just do it quickly and get the pain over with, so I pulled back an inch and rammed through the membrane. I stopped immediately after I got through to allow her to adjust to having my more-than-midget cock inside her tight passage. 

After about two or three minutes, I felt her move back against me as if trying to see how deep I could go, and I began to work deeper and deeper until I felt her cervix stopping the tip of my cock. I still had three inches outside, but I wouldn't need those today. 

This little girl, as in 5 foot zip and about 98 pounds, wanted to feel a man inside her and now she had one. Her legs came up and she began kicking her heels against my ribs as if she was on top of a horse instead of bareback under me. 

Sliding almost all the way back out, I reversed course and slowly short-stroked my way back in to the bottom. She kicked more. I moved faster. She kicked harder and faster. I stroked faster and harder. That was repeated until she began to vibrate and, at that I began to hammer her tiny tight little pussy with long fast, hard strokes until she went ballistic. 

She was screeching and clawing and kicking like a dervish, and bucking like that one bronco I'd never broken. But I was determined to break in this little filly in just the right way, so I slowly backed off the pace and power until it was just long slow and easy strokes from top to bottom, and around and round. I knew she was really close but I figured the first time should be the best time, and most memorable at the least. 

We kissed until she settled down and her breathing was almost regular, before I gently began building up the pace again. Within a few minutes, she was back to the screeching thing. I kept it up until I felt the walls of her pussy begin to flutter against my cock, and immediately began to ease back off as before. 

I repeated that routine until she grabbed me by both ears as I was hammering her and told me in no uncertain terms that she would tear my ears off my head if I didn't finish the joining this time. There were to be no more delays, it was O-time. I gave her what she wanted. 

As soon as I felt her pussy clamp down like a vise and she bucked up into an arc, I nailed her back down to the bed and held her there as I went off with her. I could feel every one of those eight long shots of cum shooting straight through the center of her wide-open cervix. 

Her pussy was convulsing around my spewing cock and her legs wrapped around my waist held my cock in at maximum depth, as her hips moved in every possible direction and dimension. I was still locked to her cervix and kissing all over her face. It felt like we were sharing souls as I looked into the depths of her emerald eyes. I remember thinking it was a good trade - half of her soul for half of mine. 

Her pussy didn't get any wetter until I moved, and then off she went again. This time, she squirted like only a woman can, soaking my cock and balls and thighs. The whole time, she was yelling about how hot, hot, hot it was and that it was spreading all the way up to her throat.

When I flagged, I eased out of her and shoved a folded pillow under her ass to keep what was left of her her juices in, to join with that womb-filling load of cum I'd shot into her. I wanted this little vixen to conceive my baby. 

I licked her to another two orgasms after I pulled out just to make sure that if she had an egg or two waiting, she would pop them out for me. It's a rare woman who doesn't like a sweet, gentle licking after being inseminated. At any rate, my troops would be guarding her gate. 

By the time I left her bedroom that afternoon, if she hadn't been passed out, she would have been sloshing around with the four loads of my semen in her womb. I would do it again and again until I got what I had claimed as mine. 

Sure enough, three weeks later her period was late and we applied for a marriage license. Three days after that, we were married. And have been for the last 60 years. The first night of our honeymoon, her period showed up. It didn't matter to me, not one bit. I loved her and joined with her that night just to prove it, if nothing else. 

Well, the years flew by. Now, our kids are nearing middle age and our grandkids are in Ivy-league colleges. Our home, the summer cabin and winter condo are all mortgage-free, as is our big-ass motor home; and we've got a few 'mil' in the bank. 

My wife's ass is the same size it's always been; her tits don't sag; and can you believe that she still pulls me upstairs to "nail her to the bed" at least twice a week...at our age? We are both still healthy and athletic; and the kids and grandkids visit all the time. How's that for a good life? 

Do you remember that small business I was talking about creating when we got married, well it finally got its start. It turned out to be quite a bit more than I wanted to deal with, so I sold it when I was 40 and we 'retired' traveling around the world for a few years before settling down where we wanted. 

I was able to keep track of you for awhile, though I don't know why. Sorry I missed all the weddings, but after ours they all seemed redundant. 

I just wanted you to know that, six decades ago, I forgave you. I still remember clearly and still feel that angst, but I haven't hated you for what you did. I think of you frequently. A man never forgets his first love, or his last. In fact, I've thanked you thousands of times over the years, every time I kiss my beautiful wife and the rest of our family. 

I hope you've had the wonderful life that I obviously couldn't give you. Thank you for giving me mine. Know that you'll always be my first love, just not my last.

Goodbye" 

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Someone smarter than I once said, "Living life fully is the best revenge." I agree; but luck, loyalty, and perseverance all play a major role in that. 



A Wonderful Life After Dark



"Carl, I gotta call Michael. I'm worried sick about our babysitter not being here yet." Abigail told her husband. "Did you call her back?" Carl asked.

"Well she said she'd be on her way. And usually she's fast. In twenty minutes we gotta leave or we'll be late. She has to be here by now."

"Ok, get Michael," Carl said as he fixed the bow tie of his tuxedo before the dresser mirror. 

She punched the numbers on the phone and a male voice came through after one ring. "Michael, you're aunt Abby."

"Oh hi auntie how are you?" Michael said. 

"I'm fine, thanks. Sorry to bother you in such short notice. I need a favor from you Michael? The babysitter I hired this evening is not here yet. I wonder what happened to her. You're uncle and I have a very important occasion to attend to and we need someone to stay in the house to watch over the kids? Would you come here please. Anyway they're on the bed right now and sleeping. We'll be home past 1 am I suppose."

"No problem, auntie I can come right away. I've nothing important to do tonight. I'll see you in around 10 minutes."

"Oh terrific. Thank you very much Michael. You're a darling. I'll just give you what I have to give to that babysitter."

"Keep it, auntie, I'm cool."

"No Michael I insist, I can pay even more."

"Alright Auntie if that'll make you feel good."

"Good, take care Michael," she said sighing a feeling of relief and hung up.

Later after 10 minutes Michael arrived in his motorbike.

"Auntie, you look gorgeous!" Michael said as he buzzed her on the cheek when they met at the doorway. 

"Hmmmwhaa! Good of you to make it," she said kissing the air by his face so as not to smudge him with lipstick. "If the babysitter arrives then it's up to you to stay or not. The money is under that lamp."

"I'll stay if the baby-sitter is beautiful," he said as he walked in the house with Abby.

"Well, she is! But don't let the devil get into you. She's a sweet, sweet girl and I like her very much and so I'm really worried why she hasn't arrived yet. Be nice to her Michael if she ever comes in." 

"I will."

"Promise?"

"Oh auntie, you worry too much."

"Oh I just hope nothing happened to that girl on her way here." 

"Oh there you are Michael. Thanks a lot for coming. I really appreciate it having you here. How are you doing?" Carl said showing up and grasping his arm and shaking his hand.

"Fine, uncle. Looks like this is some big night happening."

"You could say that. Buzz me in case of any emergency. The number is attached on the fridge door. I need a man rather than that little girl 'cos we're coming home quite late."

"Of course. Have a nice evening uncle," Michael said and Carl nodded approvingly. 

"Carl we better run along now, Michael you know your way around just feel at home ok?" Abby came back in putting a shawl over her elegant evening gown.

"Sure, sure auntie. I'll be fine here and I'll check on Bobby and Maryanne from time to time."

Five minutes after their Volvo sped away the doorbell rang. Michael peered into the peephole of the door and recognized a girl with long, curly dark hair. He opened the door. "So you are the baby sitter?" he said with a spurt of surprise as she looked familiar. 

"Guilty. I see that I have a replacement?"

"God, what happened to you?"

"I had an accident down the road. Two cars were chasing each other and I avoided them. My bike fell off the ravine and I was thrown out down a creek. I'm bleeding. Something pricked my bottom."

"Oh yes, you are. Come in, come in. Any other injury?"

"Just some other scratches," she said cutting her glance to the side of her bottom where it bled the most. 

"Uncle is a doctor, we can find some medicine to fix that."

"So you're the nephew. I can recognize you. We're from the same school right?" she said as she walked right in and then collapsed down to the floor."

"Yeah, I see you around in the campus. I'm Michael," he said and as he turned around he heard a thud. "Geez, what's hap...!"

Michael crouched down to the floor. "Hey, hey, snap out of it. C'mon don't die on me here." Michael said cradling the back of her head and holding her face thrashing it side by side by her chin. Her eyes were half-closed and only the whites showed. 

The girl was pretty. Her hair was a mess damped with mud and her hooded velour heather gray top suit were torn at some places. Her jeans were mixed with mud and blood that ran from around her hip. 

"Should I call 911?" he muttered to himself as she was not responding. Instinctively, he placed his ear on her chest while grabbing her wrist and sensing a pulse. "She just might have fainted. Oh, Christ what'll I have to do? I'm dumb in this kind of situation. Splash her with water? Carry her to the sofa? And soil it with blood?" 

Michael thought hard. Still down on the floor, he raised one knee and rested his elbow there with his thumb between his teeth and took a once over look at her crumpled body on the blue carpet. The velour top she wore supplied his assumption that she was not wearing a bra underneath.

"Guess I'm a bit lucky tonight. I could check her boobs," he muttered leering privately to himself. Between her drawn up hooded top and jeans circling low about her waist, her stomach and navel showed. Suddenly he was tempted to unzip her top and his hands went into action. Nervously, he choked on his drool as he carefully negotiated with the zipper.

Finally. "Oh, Christ these are pin-up boobs!" He looked at those fulsome pair warily and he was glad they were not damaged. He bent down his head and smelled the flesh of her boobs letting the point of his nose rubbed on the sleeping rosy nipple. "Hmmm, she smells like a baby." Then he heard a muffled moan from her and quickly pulled back the zipper. "Oh babe, I'm sorry I..." he uttered startlingly as he was suddenly attacked by guilt. She was regaining consciousness. Then her eyes popped open wide. "What happened to me?"

"Are you okay? I'm afraid you fainted." She sat up. "Ouch," she cried and put her hand on her tush where the pain originated. 

"C'mon let me help you get up," he said and held her by the hand and shoulder. She rose up to her feet, staggering a bit. 

"I need to check this thing in the bathroom. Will you bring me there?"

"Of course," he said and led her with his one hand curled around her waist while he held her arm that was slung on the back of his shoulders. Inside the bathroom she braced her hands on the marbled counter sink and leaned into the mirror and looked at herself. Then she straightened herself up and her fingers worked on her button-fly jeans and then pushed it down revealing a floral bikini messed up with blood at the right hip unmindful of Michael staring. She lifted a bit of the panty leg at the side to look at the extent of the wound. "Could you check this if it needs stitching?" 

Michael bent down a little. "C'mon take a closer look," she said unabashedly. 

"I'll get a wet cotton to scrub the blood," Michael said and opened a medicine cabinet to look for those first aid stuff. He grabbed an Acrinol bottle, cotton balls, a pack of gauze strips and some plasters and put them on the sink table.

Michael crouched down and stared up close at the flesh and swabbed the wound with damp cotton balls and when the blood were blotted out lacerations appeared in varying degrees of cut but not gravely deep. 

"No stitching needed for this. It is just a nasty scratch. You'll live. This would suffice," he said showing the bottle of Acrinol to her. "I'll apply this on then put a gauze over the scratch then plaster them presto."

"Mind if I take a shower first before you put those on so I could clean myself and all the other scratches?"

"Go right ahead, good idea." 

"I left my backpack outside the door, could you get it please. I have some extra clothes in there."

"Okay," he said and got up and left the bathroom. Some sweet girl, huh. He murmured to himself. 

"Thanks," she said and stripped down her clothes all the way and dropped them on the heap on the tiled floor. She entered through the shower enclosure and scratched her pussy a bit then sniffed her fingers. Then her hand turned the knob to adjust the water temperature. The soothing warm water cascaded on her. She found not much scratches all around as she soaped her body. Only that of her butt cheek took the nastiest cut. She wondered how she survived from that fall. It was a perilous accident. She had climbed her way up from that ravine through those shrubs and thorny plants without bothering to check her bike as it was dark. The shallow creek had drenched her clothes but they somewhat dried a bit when she walked all the way to the Silvers' house. Now she felt better and heard Michael came in with a knock and placed her backpack near the shower stall allowing himself a glimpse of her naked body through the smoky glass enclosure. 

"Here's your bag. Ah...how shall I call you?"

"Sara. Sara Melendrez. And you?" she called out. 

"Michael Sanders," he replied peering his eyes wide open through the glass until he was able to make out the faint nipples of her ample boobs and dark bush down her center as she turned to speak to him. "Thanks for the help, Michael and before you go, hand me a towel please."

"Here," he said handing the towel out for her as she pushed open the sliding door almost giving him a full view of one boob which bounced out."

"Don't mention it, thank God you're alive," he grinned. Oh aunt Abby, don't go home yet, check out in some hotel with uncle and have yourselves some good time. Sara's some babe with a body to die for. He thought to himself as he turned his back and moved out of the bathroom.

Michael called out from the outside and asked if he could get her any drink. 

"Oh go get yours first and I'll decide later as soon as I'm out of here."

"Okay," he said and proceeded to the bar and decided to try Scotch. 

Later she was out lifting her head as she swept her hair up with her hands by the sides making the curly tresses tumble down at the back of her head. Her face was now scrubbed clean showing a nice arc of forehead, thick but trimmed eyebrows, smoldering eyes, upturned nose and angelic rosy lips. She was now wearing gray yoga pants cut at the calves and a yellow cotton top, no bra to disrupt the nice swell of her knock-out boobs.

"So what'll you drink?" Michael asked solicitously.

"What are you having?"

"Scotch." 

"Then I'll have the same. I could use something like that. Just like those scenes in the Wild West when cowboys take them in the bar after some brawl or gunfight."

Michael went to the bar with an amused look and poured small amounts into two glasses.

"Michael can I ask you something directly to the point?"

"Shoot cowgirl," he said as he handed her the drink. She took the glass but before lifting it to her mouth she shot the question. "Are you gay? I heard rumors in school you're one of them."

"You believe the rumors?" He asked in a gentle voice.

"I don't know that's why I'm asking you."

Michael cocked a brow. "There are many gays in the school but certainly I'm not one of them. Why do you ask? Do I look like one?"

"Hard to tell. Yes you're right, there's a lot of good-looking hunks in the school and what a waste. And you got a great looking bod," she said her eyes flashing some flirty signals.

"So are you," he jibed.

"You take a good look at me in the shower, didn't you?"

"Can't help it. I'm not a guy made of stone not to appreciate a piece of...ah...a human work of art."

"To us, Michael," she said raising her glass grinning her charming best and Michael touched it with his. "Yes to us," he said and they both drank the amber liquid. 

"Whooh, fiery, huh?" she hissed her tongue and rolled her big eyes.

"Do you drink?"

"Oh this is first time. Not bad." She giggled, her face blushing quickly and looking prettier every inch of the way. 

"How do you feel now?" Michael asked with eyes bright with optimism.

"A lot better. I won't bike again at night. I'm lucky to be alive."

"Aunt was worried that something might have happened to you that's why she called me."

She shook her head in dismay then suddenly gasped at the thought which made her hand flew up against her startled mouth. "Oh we forgot something! You're gonna put the bandage on the scratch," she mused out loud. 

"Oh yeah, this story won't be completed without that."

"What?" 

"Nothing, I'll get those stuffs. It's silly I've forgotten about that too," he chortled and walked hurriedly back to the bathroom.

When he returned to the living room, she was lying face down on the sofa. 

"Michael, I'm glad you're not squeamish on blood." 

"It's life. Proof of life. Without it then there's death."

"Some words to live by. You can pull down my pants. I'm in your hands," she said with eyes closed and lips smiling feeling measurably relaxed. 

Michael put the medical stuff on the coffee table and sat next to her side. Carefully, he pulled down her velvety pants up to where it was convenient for him to work on the big scratch. She had a healthy glowing pink bottom like a baby's skin encased in a maroon thong so it didn't hide the scratch on her ass cheek.

Michael sneaked a glance at the stairs suddenly thinking that the kids might be coming down and looking at them. Fortunately it was all quiet up there. No kid sneaking down and then he glanced at his watch. An hour had passed since his aunt and uncle had left. 

"Geez, you have kissable ass, if I may be bold enough to say so."

"Hmmm, no one's ever kissed my ass except my Labrador pet and he licked it up while I was getting my underwear in the drawer."

"He's now probably missing you," he said as he applied the Acrynol on the scratch. She giggled. "He's an intelligent dog." 

A silent pause stretched a bit. "That's not stingingly painful as I thought," she said feeling the coolness of the medicine. 

"Well, it's got anesthesia in it. Your wound will heal fast with this and when you change the bandage you'll have to apply this again until you see that it's been dried and healing. I'll give this to you to take home."

"Gee, thanks."

"There you go."

"Will it have a scar?"

"Not if you put cebo de macho on it after it's healed."

"What's that? Is that macho semen in English? Would you give that too?" she said throwing a side glance at him with a naughty look in her eyes.

Then she felt a whack on the other side of her ass cheek. "Ouch! What's that for?" She yelled up a start. 

"For giving me an uncomfortable, aching hard on," he said scowling. 

"You're lucky. I can cure that!" she said and rolled up herself out of the sofa and stood before him, thoroughly amused. "Now sit back and relax and watch how I'll give relief to that aching muscle," she said kicking aside his foot to spread his legs. She hitched up her low-lung pants and dropped on her knees on the carpet before him.

"Have you done it before?" he asked eyes open wide and bright.

"Have you had it before?" she retorted posing between his legs. Michael couldn't answer at once.

"Let's see if its kissable too like you said about my ass."

"Oh geez, Sara you're making me too excited," he said as Sara eased her hands down his belly raising up his T-shirt up and staring down thoughtfully at his bulging erection through his jeans.

"I'll take it slow and easy, till the swelling subside," she said with a sexy grin deftly unzipping his jeans open and slid her hand inside. "I think it had swollen very, very hard like you said. Tsk-tsk-tsk" she made that sound in her mouth making herself looking serious as she went her way through the folds of his underpants and grasped his cock. He looked away and rolled his eyes. 

"Oh this is a humdinger!" she said offering him a dimpled smile. Sara used her moist curly brown hair to wrap around his now exposed cock and pumped it gently. "Geez, Sara, the kids" he said, torn between desire and caution. 

"Don't worry that's why I'm covering it with my hair just in case," she said and ran her tongue around the head. The head jerked responsively at the feathery moist touch of her tongue.

"Oh God! I won't be able to stand it," he croaked adoring her ministration and the alluring scent of her freshly shampooed hair.

She laughed and took it deep in her mouth, wetting the entire shaft and then withdrawing three-quarters of the way. She sucked the tip so hard he felt like it would fly off. "Oh Sara!" he said running his hands through her hair. "I'm gonna come now," he breathed raggedly his face distorted with the agony of bliss. 

"Oh no!" she said tasting the first spillage in her mouth. She quickly moved over to the side and scooped his spurting semen with her other hand so they won't spill on the carpet or hit her shirt. "Aarghhh," he grunted tensing and lifting his butt. She continued pumping him till all had pooled in her palm. 

Later, as it was through, she stood holding carefully her semen in her hand like it was a C-4 bomb. "What shall I do with this? Put it in a bottle, store in the fridge and apply it later on my healed scratch so it won't scar?" she said as her other fingers wiped off some spill outs that formed droplets at the back of her hand. Aunt Abby is a tidy woman so she thought. 

"Hey I'm not a quack doctor. Pour it down on the plants," he said keeping his cock back into his jeans. 

She laughed a delicious laugh and went over to the ornamental plant and wiped her hands carefully on the big leaves. "Nice idea, look how shiny the leaves are now." 

"How was it? That's my first if there's any consolation to you," she said feeling somewhat triumphant.

"Really? That's my first too. It's a wonderful life," he said shrugging up his shoulders.

"Now what?" she asked.

"Go wash your hands. I'll go check the kids first."

"No, let me take care of that. I'm the official baby sitter. I'll wash my hands upstairs and check on them. Now you go wash your dick or prick or whatever you call that 'cos I'm gonna be back and I want some more."

"Okay perhaps I'll grab a quick shower."

When Sara came back Michael was just getting out from the guest bathroom. "Bobby and Maryanne are sleeping and dreaming in the fairyland," she giggled. 

Michael had worn back his Diesel T-shirt and jeans but no underwear this time. 

"Sara what are you doing in school?"

"Studying, of course," she said. 

"What?"

"The fine arts of giving head," she said and laughed heartily. She looked at the nonplussed response of his face. "I'm just kidding. Look at that face," she giggled. "I'm studying Global Dancing. And you?"

"Well, ah I'm in my junior in Business Management."

"Hmmm, then I'll have somebody to consult with in the future if I ever think of putting up a business. Like a school for mastering oral sex," she said laughing again. 

"You're funny. Dancing, huh?"

"Yeah. Michael, I think I am a very good dancer. I have Latin blood coursing in me. I can do any dance in this planet and I can prove that to you tonight. So put on some music and I'll dance, moonwalk, cha-cha, boogie or even lap-dance on you if you care to stick out your fat cock from your jeans. How about it?" 

"Okay, I'm like a dirty producer auditioning you here if that's what you want," he said and went to the audio CD rack to find something."

"We still have time, don't we?"

"I guess so. It's only about 10:30. They told me they're gonna be back at past 1 am."

"So we'll still have plenty of time, huh?"

"Say, Sara how come you're comin' to me like you're ah...ah an experienced girl?" He stammered. 

"I'm not what you think I am. I'm still a virgin. I turned only 18 last August. After this accident that happened, I thought life is really short. We only live once so why not make the most of what life can offer. Here you are, a handsome guy, gorgeous body and cock... I could have rotten and die in that ravine for all I know without having tasted sex even once. I survived and that may have changed my attitude towards sex. Don't you like what I've done to you?"




A Wonderful Life After Dark



"It's the greatest gift in my life for goodness shake! I never knew that this night God or the gods would send me a beautiful cocksucking babe and make me confuse whether I'm in love or what."

"She smiled. You have a religious and dirty mouth. What a combination. What have you found right there?" 

"Oh gotcha!" he exclaimed pulling out the CD soundtrack of the movie From Dusk Till Dawn. "I saw this film and it had good music in it. And wow! I remember Salma Hayek dancing in this movie with a guitar and song back up that is so sensual. Okay let me find that track, plunking down the CD onto the sliding tray. This is beautiful. I guess this is it, track number 13..."After Dark by Tito and the Tarantulas," he said examining the CD sleeve at the back of the case.

"Oh is that the vampire flick of Robert Rodriguez and Quentin Tarantino?"

"Yep."

"That's cool. Let's groove it on," she said enthusiastically with hands on her hips. 

"Hey, you remind me of Salma Hayek," he said gazing into her eyes and down on her enticing boobs with two awakened dots poking the fabric. 

"Do I look like her?"

"You got her height, boobs and Latin spunk and spirit."

"I'm aware of that. That's why I wear loose tops when Mr. Silver is here 'cos he keeps lookin' at my boobs. And I don't wanna cross your aunt, she's a nice lady."

Michael laughed. 

"Now get your drink, sit down and relax and let's begin the show. We ain't got all night. And I want to see that you're junior is also watching me so bring him out!" Sara said. 

Michael carried the remote in his hand and flopped down on the sofa and looked at her standing sexily over the table. "Hey where's junior, bring him out so I can have an audience participation here. 

Michael conceded and opened his pants pushed it down to his knees and touched his fat flaccid cock as if to wake him up. With his cock and balls on show she smiled and cleared away the things on the coffee table but merely pushed her Scotch glass out of the way so she wouldn't accidentally kick it out to the floor while doing her act. "I'm ready Michael, let's hear the music," she said and Michael extended a hand and punched the play button of the remote for that particular track and the music came on. "Yeah this is the music," he sighed.

Sara began her dance, swaying her hips provocatively and proving her way to raise his limpid cock like how those towel-headed Indians would coax the snake to rise up from its hiding basket. 

The slow tempo, bluesy guitar sound started to lather her lush sexy body to the sensual moves of a belly dancer. Her hands graciously demonstrated and coordinated the art of seduction with her shimmying body. 

The lyrics of the song poured out from the vocalist: 

Watching her Strolling in the night So white Wondering why It's only After Dark 

In her eyes A distant fire light burns bright Wondering why It's only After Dark... 

The guitar wailed into an emotional cry and Sara was so into it as she began shedding her clothes in a manner exotic dancers would do. Michael had drained his drink and apparently his exposed cock was slowly rising like the sun from the east. 

Sara retained her bikini thong which incidentally looked like what Salma Hayek wore in that movie. Only Sara had more pubic hair that showed a bit at the top of her g-string as her belly undulated. Truly her boobs were captivating, almost like small balloons jiggling heavily. Her waistline was so narrow like they were confined so long into a medieval corset, but her tummy had a slight roundness and the hips were voluptuously curvy matching the shape of her bike-toned thighs that really made her whole body look like an hour-glass figure. Her butt as she turned to the side was equally prominent and they jiggled nicely like her boobs.

"Wow, I can't believe this. Jason would go insane if I tell him about this," Michael muttered to himself. He remembered his room mate Jason, a sex-starving creature who always talked about dreaming to get laid with some vixen with bazoombas that could get him drool at a count of three. 

Sara turned around and bent a little to show her slow-swaying ass and rolled down her g-string showing her backside beaver that took Michael's breath away. The plaster naturally marred one of her ass cheeks but nevertheless the sight was still awesome.

When she was all naked, she turned to face him and bared her dense bush at the center of her gyrating hips. With deftness and flexible body movement she reached down for her Scotch glass on the table. After several hip-swiveling, shimmying and sex-thrusting motions, she raised her right knee in front of him and poured the remaining amount of Scotch over it and the liquid ran down her shin and to her foot. 

"Michael lick them before they drop on the floor," she said offering her candyapple-painted toe like a funnel into his mouth. 

Michael opened his mouth and let the trickle go in from her cute toe. And then sucked and licked the liquor from her toe and on the instep trailing his tongue upward her leg to her knee and the inner thighs until his face was brushing her wiry bush and pulling her ass toward him. Now she stood on her feet tip-toeing both or bending her knees as Michael explored her with his tongue and lips. She groaned and sank her fingers into his hair tossing her head back and loosing into the sensation of his alcohol-tainted tongue that was stinging her wet pussy. 

Michael ate her voraciously like his life dependent on it. And she came with an explosive silent bang that poured out her juice to Michael's crazed face. Her hips shuddered in dazzling undulation and she growled and growled with gratification.

After that powerful orgasm, Sara unhinged Michael from her and pushed him back to the sofa and he understood that she was now going to dance on his lap. The raw, sensual music fueled her passion as she ambled down and straddled his lap. She was kneeling on either side of him her thighs were spread giving him an in-the-flesh view of her body with some scratches on but otherwise a flawless expanse of skin. Her mammoth breasts swayed before him blurring him with dizzying desires that distracted his peripheral vision. Perching her feet on the sofa on either side of him she bent back her body like a contortionist artist with her hands on his knees laying bare before him her dark beaver and urging him to inhale her sweet arousal. His hands held her hips and slowly licked up through the furrow of her curly nest and circled his tongue around her now exposed bud of desire. She moaned the most exquisite sounds he ever heard as he sucked it in his mouth and pushed a finger into her glistening moistness. When he pulled out his finger it looked like it was dipped in oil and he put it in his mouth to taste the slick.

"Oh Michael, how does that taste?" she asked panting.

"Wow, it tastes like pure root beer," he said. 

Michael's cock was no longer the leaning tower of Pisa but the Empire State building projecting from the cradle of trimmed dark brown hair. Sara could see his bare balls all scrunched up to his body.

Sara let Michael hold her breasts and suck her nipples taking as much flesh as he could take with untamed joy. He felt the caress of his pleasure-giving mouth deep in her heart. In return she moved down and pressed his imposing cock up against his belly and sucked his nuts one after another. 

"Fuck! Yeah, fuck!" Michael growled lifting his ass off the sofa. Sara pressed him down and curled her hand at the root of his cock and she licked the underside all the way to the tip and took it all in its entirety into her mouth. Michael blabbered deliriously as she fiercely gave him head. When she pulled out for air, she leaned in to him and sandwiched his cock in between her boobs. She let him squeeze her boobs and pressed them against his cock as he bucked underneath. It was amazing to see his cock slide in and out of those balloons. 

Unable to contain his excitement, Sara straddled his lap and grabbed hold of his cock and rubbed it against her most delicate skin folds. As soon as the corona was poised at the entrance of her dripping, burning, virgin flesh, she braced her hands on his head then on the shoulders, circled her hips a few times and then sank tentatively acquainting herself with the dimension, the power and strength of his desire for her. He held her waist for awhile then reached out down to the center of her with his thumb, rubbing the exposed clit and savoring that nice indescribable feeling of touching that tiny swell of a nub that could make you bite a rock. That made her more pliant enabling her to reshape, and mold herself into the steely contours of his cock. Then she moved up and down and faster when the barrier was knocked off.

Michael slammed up meeting her every delicious down thrust. Blood oozed from the bandaged wound and Michael having touched the weeping sanguine fluid thought that she bled when her hymen got broken. However as she continued hoisting up and down in a mindless ecstasy and his pelvis was moving to her rhythm, the sensation was rocking him hard to his very soul and sweeping him with intensity. He couldn't care less of the blood. Gripping hard his shoulder, she grounded her body against him, wanting more and always more. 

Having her dominated him for awhile, he flung her body on the sofa so half of her was lying down one foot to the floor while he slung the other over his shoulder. Squatting in between her, he entered her anew and continued the age-old motion of the mating rite that he was now getting accustomed to. As he plundered her tight hole her downy wet pubic hair were plastered to either side of her open pussy lips and her love juice was streaming down her ass crack and onto to the sofa. It was a good thing that the sofa was upholstered in faux leather and not some fabric that could make the blood and love juice apparent. 

"Fuck me harder, Michael...I'm coming, shove it all inside, I want all of you!" she wailed with choppy breath, her flushed big boobs rising and falling, with each shallow pant and churning as his thrusts accelerated. 

As Michael delved deeper into her and saw her mouth opened, gasping in sheer ecstasy, he drew himself down on her and kissed her ears, her throat and as he sped up his thrusts, her mouth. Their tongues gloriously entangled as they soared to the heights of their pleasure. Sara sank her fingers in his hair loosing herself with each thrust of his tongue and each pumping caress from his manhood. 

Then she clasped his head away and..."Oh god, Michael I'm coming...I'm coming ohhhh!" she burst her words as the tidal wave of her arousal gushed from her. Michael felt her body shudder and she clutched his shoulder for support. Michael rose his face and grunted over and over until releasing a cannonade of his own arousal into her, surrendering into its long and hottest release and joining Sara into the world they both have never been. Sara had wrapped her legs tightly around him and bit her bottom lip as she stifled her scream. Deep inside her she felt the staccato spasms of his release long enough to match her own engulfing waves of pleasure. 

Even as Michael collapsed on top of her he pressed his still hungry lips over hers. He could feel that he was still strongly and involuntarily pulsating inside her while her inner muscles continued to contract and milk every substance from him.

At last Michael pulled out from her with his cock bathed with their mixed substances and lay beside her.

"You just made love to me. How do you feel now?" Sara asked.

"Like I was reborn into something that up to this moment I couldn't describe the wonderful feeling."

"Me too. I never knew that it was this good. Sometimes accidents are not life-threatening and they can be as joyful as this. We didn't even know each other. We haven't dated. We never dreamed this would happen and it did. If I haven't met that accident you'd never be here tonight and I never would have bumped and grounded on you otherwise."

"Have you been in love before with a guy?"

"No, I think I'm still too young enough to know the difference between having a crush and being in love. Did you ever know that?"

"No. What happened tonight was like it was so natural. Like you and me getting into this physical act like we have to do it. We're like joined together to accomplish a mission."

"You're right. Very natural. What time is it Michael?"

"Oh it's half past 12. Let's clean up and... well, I'll take you home later after they arrived."

"I still wanna be with you Michael. You've just transformed me into a woman. Can you bring me to your home?"

"I got a room mate. Let's just check in to a hotel after we get paid for this."

"What?" She raised her eyebrows.

"For baby-sitting." 

She laughed. "If baby-sitting could always be like this..." she trailed off kissing Michael over and over again and added, "It will be such a rewarding job."

"Let's go check the sleeping angels." Michael said as they've put back their clothes on.



A Wonderful Life



Roger the former Marine told as a bit about his time in the service. He also told us it was the sudden death of both his parents in a car crash that made him decided to leave college and his directionless life and join the Marines. As sad as the parent's death was the even sadder part of his story was what he told us about his fiancée. He was engaged to his high school sweetheart when he left for the Marines. She had promised to wait for him and they planned to get married as soon as he settled into Marine life. After basic training they had a brief time together and then he was posted overseas for a year. Next time he came home he found out she had gotten married to some guy she was fucking behind Roger's back. She had gotten pregnant and married while Roger was away and never said a word. Through the whole year she kept of the pretense of their future together and her love for him in their letters. Roger was crushed. 

The rest of his time in the service he never even considered romance. He said that his only sexual outlet was an occasional visit to one of the prostitutes that plied their trade near military bases. After his separation from the service he went home to sell his parents house and end that chapter in his life. His ex, who was still married and spitting out babies, came to see him. She had had two more in three years since they last talked. She begged him to forgive her and told him how miserable she was without him. They ended up having sex which he said was the worst mistake he ever made. Afterwards he asked her to leave her husband and go away with him. He was even willing to raise her kids. She said she couldn't leave the guy but if Roger stayed in town they could still make love. Roger threw her out and left town crushed again. He had met a woman just before joining our company that was helping him talk through all of his issues. They had agreed to wait on sex until he got through the trainee program. 

The next to speak was Sarah. While her story was far less sordid and sad it was no less personal. She told us about marrying and having children young. It seemed she wasn't as happily married as she let on at work. Though she didn't outright say it there was some indication of some psychological abuse by her husband. The gist of her tale was how much she was looking forward to the possibility that a better job would afford her an opportunity to be independent. Clearly she wanted out of her marriage. 

Philip was next and told a basically happy tale of the all American dream life. Good job, house in suburbia, wife worked part time, two good kids that were on the honor role and so forth. There was clearly something missing in his life though. As it turned out two things were missing. The first was excitement and fun. That is why he had applied for the management training program. He figured if he couldn't spice up his home life at least he could make work more interesting and challenging. The other thing missing was sex. His wife very occasionally consented to allow him to take care of his business. He intimated that she had fucked like a rabbit when they were dating but after a few years of marriage informed him that sex was for making babies which they were done with. She granted him the occasional exception because she knew men had needs. Liam seemed a little unsure of what to say when it was his turn. He even apologized for not having any significant issues to mention. He told us about college and his degrees and his honors. He did manage to come up with a story about a girl that dumped him for another guy but even that wasn't much of a big deal since he was only dating her for the sex. 

Ronda also had no bad things in her life. She was a happy well adjusted lesbian. She had known all her life that she preferred her own sex. She told us about her activism in the GBLT community. She told us about her life partner who was a stay at home wife and artist. This was a significant thing because it meant that Ronda was not alone in her hotel room. Her partner was able to come along and do her art work at the hotel while Rhonda attended training. 

The cute young-looking redhead Kim was the last to speak. My initial assessment of her being a sexy, big breasted, bundle of raw energy seemed right on target. Her story was a bit of a surprise. She had had a long sexual relationship with both her uncle and a cousin during her high school years. The uncle was her mother's very much younger brother who was only a couple of years older than Kim. The cousin was her father's nephew who was her same age. Later therapy led her to understanding that these simultaneous incestuous relationships likely led to her promiscuous early college days. Before she got control of herself she had slept with literally hundreds of guys and a fair number of females. She also was very honest about her enjoyment of sex and said that she didn't regret her wild days. She was still single and not really sure about the whole one partner for life thing. I was pretty sure the eyes of everyone in the room lit as she told her story. After all they would be the people closest to her over the next two months. Since she didn't do one night stands with guys she met in bars anymore she was likely to be looking for a partner or partners that fit her new sense of herself.

As I listened to all of these rather intimate tales of these peoples lives I once again marveled at how well that particular exercise worked. While this group opened up a bit more than usual it wasn't the first time I had heard such intimate tales in the years I had facilitated the program. I decided the person who had invented the excise was a genius to be able to figure a way to get people to open up so to near strangers. After Kim sat down Phillip raised his hand.

"Mr. Hammond, we have all told rather private aspects of our lives. You gave a nice canned bio but it lacked the substance we all offered," He said calmly.

Before I could respond Rhonda piped in, "Yeah, what gives? It is hardly fair to expect us talk about this stuff and you just tell us boring stuff about your job."

"Well first please call me Gary. Second, the purpose of the exercise is for the six of you to bond as a group. Finally, I did not ask any of you to reveal anything specific. It is just in the nature of the exercise for people to open up, some more than others," I replied before anyone else to could add a thought.

"BS!" Kim and Roger said as one.

"You said you wanted this to be a shared experience and then you pull this routine like you are the teacher or in this case the therapist. Gary that won't work here and I think you know it," Roger added.

"Yeah we don't even know if you are married or what. So how about it Gary?" Kim asked.

I am not sure how anyone could have resisted the redheaded cutie.

"Ok fine. Let's see," I began. "I am not married. I am likely too selfish and I don't think I could ever commit to just one bedmate for the rest of my life."

The nods I saw told me I had at least partially quelled their need for me to go quid pro quo with them on my personal life.

"So you like to sleep around then?" Kim asked with a wicked smile on her face.

"Here is the deal; I am bisexual so I like to keep my options open." I said rather proudly. 

My sex life wasn't exactly a secret though I couldn't remember having ever said out loud in front of a work audience that I was bi. I went on to say that like everyone I had had some unpleasant romantic experiences but nothing really bad. That seemed to satisfy them and I ended by inviting them to join me for lunch and more talk. We all learned a lot more about each other during the lunch. Since we had had such a successful first day already I sent them off on their own for the afternoon. I secretly wondered if any of them might end up in bed together. About an hour after lunch I had a surprise visitor. Kim stopped by my office.

"Hi, I thought you would be at the hotel enjoying the pool or something," I said as I let her into my office. 

"Well I am not the kind of girl that likes to do things alone. I was hoping maybe you might be able to take off and show me some of the town," She said in the sexiest voice I had heard in some time.

It would have taken a devote monk to turn down her request. Even if I hadn't known that she was a redheaded sex fiend her demure demeanor and sexy way would have easily convinced me to drop everything and take her anywhere she want to go. We drove around for a bit with me pointing out the mostly mundane spots in our little town. I parked when we got to our town's version of Central Park. It is both smaller and less interesting than its big cousin in New York but the gardens are a nice spot for a walk and it was a beautiful day. We ended up sitting on a bench in a secluded spot talking. I was painfully aware of our age difference which would look to be even greater to a passerby. 

"There is something I want to tell you, but I don't want you to take it wrong," She said innocently after awhile. 

"Ok, I promise I won't take it any way at all," I said as sincerely as I could.

"Well you know that stuff about you being bisexual that really kind of turns me on. As I said I have been with women and men so I guess I am sort of bi. I have even been with more than one guy at the same time. But those guys never touched each other. Hell one guy freaked when his penis accidently touch the other guys ass while they were switching places."

"Kim, I am not sure what you are trying to tell me, to be honest."

"I don't know. I just think it is so hot that a handsome, masculine guy can be so comfortable with sex with guys and still be well a man. You do know you are pretty hot?"

"Well thank you for the compliment. Which I can return times ten, because to put it in terms of hotness you are beyond smoking. But you do know that I am twenty years older than you?"

"Shit, Gary, what difference does that make? If two people are attracted to each other I don't think it matters what their ages are."

"Maybe not. But if this is going where it seems to be going I don't want you to be mislead." 

"How could I be misled? I started us down this path. I already know you are not a one partner man if that is what you mean. You should already know that I am not exactly a one man woman."

"Well what we know and what we end up wanting is sometimes different. But that isn't my real worry. I am concerned that it might affect our professional relationship. I can't give you any special consideration even if we pursue our attractions."

"Damn, you aren't saying you think I am attempting to whore myself into a good grade in your class are you teach?" She asked with a mixture of hurt and sarcasm in her voice. 

"No Kim, that isn't what I mean. I think you are sincere. I just know that sex often changes things."

"Yeah, well if you don't want to pursue things, that's cool. It would be too bad because I am sure it would be a hot time. But I do know how to separate what goes on when I am naked and what goes on in the light of day. I was with a few professors in my wild college days and none of them so much as added a plus mark to my grade in exchange for a blowjob. Nor did I expect them to do so. I have sex for fun not gain." "In that case there is a nice little hotel a few blocks from here. They have a decent restaurant. We could get dinner and go from there."

"I would rather have room service. Any chance there is a liquor store near here so we could have a cock tail before I have your cock?" She asked in that sexy voice that had nearly blown me away earlier.

I left her in the car at the curb while I bought a bottle of Crown Royal and six pack of ginger ale. Twenty minutes later we were sitting on the small love seat style sofa of a mini-suite sipping the rich liquor covered in only a splash of ginger ale. 

"So, Gary have you sucked a lot of cocks?" She asked almost innocently.

"You really want to talk about that?"

"I told you it turns me on," She answered as she slipped her hand into my crotch and squeezed my still soft cock through my pants. "What would be really hot would be to see two guys actually doing it."

I told her that I honestly didn't know how many cocks I had sucked. I also told her that I might be able to arrange for her fantasy to be fulfilled before she left town. By that time she had my pants open and my cock in her hand. When I suggested that the bed might be a more comfortable place to continue she asked me to wait a bit and got on her knees between my legs. She looked up at me as she stroked my hard cock.

"Damn you have a great cock! Who sucks it better men or women?"

"It is an individual thing, Kim. I have had both men and women that were amazing and I have had both that I had to stop because they were causing pain instead of pleasure." 

She giggled knowingly before taking my cock into her mouth. I definitely wasn't going to have to stop Kim. Having her suck my cock was pure bliss. She kissed and licked and sucked my cock until I was nearly delirious with pleasure. Then she stood up and danced around as she stripped naked for me. There was something oddly erotic about her freckle covered skin. Even her large tits were freckled. I couldn't recall having ever seen freckles on tits before. She also was a natural girl. She had a full bush of red flame surrounding her pussy. It was long and lush and I later found out very soft and silky. When she finished her little dance she crawled onto the bed cat-like and stretched out. She told me that it was my turn. My strip tease was no where near as erotic as hers had been. For one thing my pants were already half-way down and my cock was pointing skyward. I did manage to dance around a bit after awkwardly getting my legs free of my pants. She seemed appreciative of the effort anyway.

I crawled onto the bed intent on taking my turn eating her sweet young snatch. She squealed delightfully as I parted the forest of soft red fur with my fingers to reveal her tiny little pink nub. Her delicate labia were the only smooth hair free flesh around her pussy. The soft pink flesh looked delicious against the flaming red background. The lips small size allowed me to easily see the red flesh of her portal and didn't impede my tongues pursuit of her tiny clit. It was by far the most delicate unshaven pussy I had ever seen. Later she told me that she never shaved her pussy because she looked like a little girl without hair down there. She certainly did not moan like a little girl when I licked and sucked her sex while my fingers probed her pussy. There was no doubt that I was making love to a mature woman. 

"Oh my god, Gary. If you suck cock as good as you lick pussy, you must be a very popular guy," She moaned before her first orgasm made words impossible. 

After she had several more peaks I slide up next to her and gathered her tingling naked body in my arms. I held her damp flesh pressed to my body until she came back to earth.

"Fuck me but that was good!" She exclaimed. "You know I was thinking of watching you suck cock the whole time. Damn, I don't know if I ever came that hard before."

"Mmmmmmm, I am glad you feel good, baby. Now about that fucking you thing..."

She rolled over on her back, spread her legs and told me to come take her. As I moved into position she wrapped her legs around my torso. By the time my cock found its mark she had me trapped between her silky thighs. We quickly found our rhythm. Each time I thrusted into her I drove her into the plush mattress. Each time I pulled back her legs held tight and I lifted her cute ass off the bed. She exhorted me to fuck her harder though I felt as if I was in danger of breaking her small body under the assault. Then she did something that totally surprised me. When I again plowed deep into her, I felt the walls of her hot wet pussy take a firm grip upon my cock. The combination of her strong leg lock and her vice like pussy grip held me deep inside her. I felt as if her cunt was actually sucking my cock into her very core. There was no stopping the rising tide. Light flashed in my eyes, explosions went off in my head and my cock erupted sending my essence splashing against her cervix. The pleasure became so intense that it bordered on painful as she continued to hold me inside her and milked me dry. 

When again I could form words I gasped, "Oh my god, baby. You are one fucking amazing lay. Fuck that was beyond wild."

"Thank you sweetie, I liked it too. You have a great cock. Now be quiet and rest up while I call room service. We need to get you recharged. I want a lot more of my hot sexy cock sucking stud's dick!"

She kissed my cheek and then left me while she called in our dinner order. It was another ten minutes before I managed to get out of bed and go to the shower. She joined me and we washed each other thoroughly. It was a very sexy shower. We ate dinner in the robes that the hotel had thoughtfully provided. After dinner we had a couple of drinks and returned to bed. The next day was a bit rough after Kim and I fucked until nearly dawn. 

The next evening brought yet another surprise. When the day's session ended at four I went to my office hoping to quickly take care of any messages I had and head home. I badly needed sleep. Fortunately, Kim had understood when I suggested we wait for the weekend for a repeat performance during the one private moment we managed that day. I had a feeling she was probably already sleeping. There were only a couple of messages requiring my immediate attention and I was ready to head out by five. I was on my way out the door when the phone rang. It was Roger asking if I might be available for a private meeting. I made and appointment for the next afternoon as I was simply too tired to deal with anything.

The next day was Friday. I had my date with Tom and Cheryl looming the next evening. I had agreed to meet Roger after the day's session and Kim had slipped me a note asking about us having another date. I got her alone at lunch time and explained that I had some prior commitments and wouldn't be available until Sunday. She seemed actually happy with that. She suggested we start early so that we could have a good long fuck session. I agreed and suggested she come to my apartment around noon. I spiced up the offer by telling her I had some bi porn we could watch.

A half-hour after Friday's session ended Roger was at my door. The big buff Marine looked somehow very small as he sat opposite me in my office working up the words he wanted to say. 

"Gary, this is kind of hard to talk about. Fact is I never talked to anyone about it before. But oh shit maybe, well I don't know if I should even get into now."

"Well that is certainly up to you. But I can see you are really bothered by whatever it is. If you think I can help please give me a chance. I really want to do all that I can for you."

"Oh damn, wow. Well it is about being bisexual."

"Ok."

"I been wondering for sometime if I am that, or gay or just what."

"Did something happen that makes you wonder, Roger?"

"Yeah, I had sex with a man. Another Marine. It started soon after I got my heart broke by that cheating bitch!"

"Started? Does that mean we are talking about more than a one time thing?"

"Yeah it was off and on for a couple of years."

I stayed silent and let him tell me the surprising story of his one gay affair. When he got to his new unit after finding the love of his life married and pregnant he discovered that he had been assigned to bunk with a friend from basic training. At that particular base enlisted men lived in a dorm-like setting. There was a community shower and toilet area and the men were two to a room. At first having his friend as a roommate gave him a shoulder to cry on. He was in bad shape and spent many nights in his buddy's arms. One night the comforting became kissing and they ended up jerking each other off. He blew it off as a heat of the moment thing. They even talked about it and agreed it was something that just happened out of friendship and their mutual sexual frustration. A couple of weeks later things changed completely between them. Roger returned from the shower wearing only a towel as was common. His roommate was just hanging out. As usual Roger let the towel drop while he dug through a drawer for a pair of skivvies.




A Wonderful Life



"Damn man, I am sorry, but I can't keep this in anymore," His room mate said nervously, "I really want to suck that hot cock of yours." 

Roger just sighed when he heard the words he had been afraid to say. He walked over and stood naked in front of his friend. Corporal Dennis Macklin gave the first blowjob of his life as Roger caressed his head. The attempt was awkward and clumsy but resulted in Roger cumming all over Dennis's face, neck and chest. Without even pausing to let his pal clean up, Roger went to his knees and hungrily sucked on his fist cock. The Corporal's cock was rock hard and sticking through the fly of his boxers so Roger didn't even have to undress his friend. Dennis's load went down Rogers' throat. Though they didn't talk about it much over the next six months the pair had a torrid relationship. They at least tried about everything two men can do together sexually. Roger didn't really acknowledge his growing feelings for his friend until Dennis received transfer orders. 

Both of them were miserable after their separation. They managed to find ways to get in the same place at the same time as often as possible. Usually one or the other would take leave and come to a town near the other's base. They spent as much time as possible fucking on those occasions. In between Roger saw prostitutes mostly to convince himself that he still liked pussy. Almost exactly two years after it started it was completely over. The last time Roger had sex with Dennis was after Dennis's bachelor party. The corporal had met a female Marine and after a whirlwind courtship they were getting married. She was the only woman Dennis had been with during the two year affair with Roger. They had remained friends but their sexual liaisons ended. 

I related well to Roger's story as it paralleled my experience with Tom, although I didn't have the romantic feelings Roger seemed to have toward Dennis. I wondered if someday Dennis would decide he needed cock again and call his old buddy. Even more I wondered why Roger was telling me the story. 

"Wow, I guess it was hard losing Dennis after what happened with your fiancée?" I said trying to be supportive. 

"Well yeah I guess, but I quickly decided it was a good thing. I didn't have the will to give up doing that stuff with him. But I know I am not gay so it didn't make sense to me that I liked having sex with him so much. But the problem came after. When I knew his cock was no longer available to me I guess. Anyway, I sometimes think about other guys. Was a problem sometimes in the shower while I was still in the service. Since the service, every now and then I find myself wondering what some guy has in his pants you know?"

"Yeah I know."

"Anyway until the other day when you talked about being bisexual I never really considered that I might be bi. I guess I just thought it was a thing I went through. I mean I like the new woman in my life. It does worry me a little that I haven't been pushing to get her in bed. Makes me wonder if maybe I am really just plain gay. Like I said I never talked to anyone about this stuff. Dennis and I didn't really talk too much about the subject we just did it."

"Damn, I wish I had answers for you. But I really can't answer the question. Only you can know what you desire and if that is what you want for you life."

"I know that. I guess what I am looking for is someone who I can talk it all out with that has some experience that can help me sort my feelings out. Someone that I don't have to worry will judge me because I have sucked a guy's cock and had a cock in my ass."

"Well I can sure be that guy. But I think we need to be sure that is really all you want."

"What are you getting at, Gary?"

"Roger, I think you know what I am getting at. If I am wrong that is ok. I just want to be sure you know your own motives."

"What you think, maybe oh shit you think I want to have sex with you?"

"I don't think anything. I am just trying to be sure you are clear on what you want."

"Damn I am not going to lie. I have thought it some. But that is not the reason I wanted to see you."

"Ok, just trying to make everything clear. You should know I would likely say yes. You are hot. One hell of a body and I am pretty sure I have never fucked a Marine."

Roger blushed and mumbled his thanks for the complement.

"Why don't we go get a drink and some dinner," I added.

As it turned out we got some dinner and a lot of drinks. I somehow managed to get him back to his hotel room after we closed the bar. After I got his shoes off and his big body into bed I headed for the door. He stopped me cold with his next sentence.

"Shit, aren't you going to fuck me now that you got me drunk?" 

"Is that what you want?"

"It is what I really wanted from the moment I left the message, maybe before. I just couldn't admit until I got loaded." 

I knew I should have simply just left. But it wasn't like I got offers from studs like him all the time. I had never fucked any guy as buff as Roger. In addition I was dying to see what he looked like naked. I figured I wasn't really using him since I had made it completely his call. He was asking for it and I believed really wanted it drunk or sober. It just took the booze to give him the courage to ask. I walked to the bed and began undressing him. It wasn't an easy task. Even though he didn't resist me he didn't help much either. It was worth the effort. He looked even hotter naked. 

His genuine six-pack abs seemed to ripple up to his amazing smooth chest muscles. I wondered if he shaved his chest or the hair just rubbed off due to his taut muscles pressing tight to his shirts. His cock lay semi-erect in the soft blond hair on his thigh. I guess it would be about a half-inch shorter than mine and about as thick when engorged. His large low hanging balls were covered in the same soft blond fur that formed an enticing patch above his cock. His leg muscles were taut and nearly perfectly formed. I felt like I was about to fuck a living statue of a Greek god. I reached down and began fondling his cock. He smiled warmly at me as his impressive prick came to life in my hand. 

"Oh yes, that feels good," moaned in a sexy kind of drunken slur.

I stepped back and quickly stripped off my clothes before continuing. His smile seemed to grow broader as I stepped back next to the bed. I stood with my cock near his face as I returned to fondling his cock and balls. 

"Mmmmmm, looks good," He slurred as he reached out and took hold of my rigid pole.

He handling of my cock was rough and awkward. I didn't know if he had never learned to be gentle in bed with a man or it was the alcohol and length of time since he last had sex with a man causing his clumsiness. I hoped it wasn't simply his way in bed. Feeling a bit woozy myself I slipped into the bed and positioned myself so we were both cock to face. I began to gently tease his ball sack with my finger tips while swirling my tongue around his fat cock head. When the tip of my tongue found his little cum slit he moaned appreciatively. Soon he was mimicking my actions. He did his best to do to me what I was doing to him. We kissed and licked the other's shaft for a bit.

When I took his fat tasty cock head into my mouth I felt his body tense next to me. Using all the skill I had learned in almost thirty years of sucking cock I worked his twitching member with my lips and tongue. The pleasure must have overwhelmed him. He stopped paying attention to my dick and began to moan and thrash around. I was surprised by how quickly he came given his drunken condition. I was also surprised by the volume of semen he shot into my mouth. I tried to catch all of the seemingly endless stream of thick goo he fed me. Cum oozed out between my lips and his ejaculating cock. I felt as if I might gag if I didn't stop and swallow some of the thick treat that was filling my mouth. I pulled away from his still spurting cock and let his cum slide down my throat. I immediately began to lick the rest of his slowly oozing seed from his cock. He was a hard Marine with a very sweet creamy filling. It wasn't long before my gasping bed mate pushed my face away from his slowly shrinking cock. He was one of those guys whose cock got hypersensitive after cumming. 

I moved so that we were face to face and held his shaking body close to me. I caressed him and whispered how delicious his cum was as he slowly emerged from the fog of orgasmic bliss. My own hardness pressed against him. His warm furry flesh heating up my desires and need. I had been so engrossed in enjoying his cock and cum that I had forgotten for a bit my body's physical need. 

"Damn!" Was all he said as he slid his hand between us and slowly stroked my aching shaft. 

I wanted his lips on my cock, but I knew I couldn't push to hard with him. As he continued to pump my cock with his strong hand, I moved my hands down his muscular back. I cupped his firm buttocks wondering if there was any spot on his body that wasn't perfectly toned. 

"Oh fuck yes!" He moaned as I kneaded his alluring ass cheeks. "Gary, I want you to fuck me, please!"

I was stunned by his pronouncement. Only a few hours earlier he had sat in my office worried discussing concerns about his sexual orientation and now he was close to begging me to put my cock in his ass. I moved my finger to his tight hole to test his desire. He squirmed and sighed erotically as I teased the outside of his rim. When I broke the seal and pushed my digit into him he pushed back trying to capture more of my finger. 

"You are tight, big boy. We will need something to lube you up," I whispered as I worked my finger all the way into his body.

He slipped out of bed and walked to the dresser. After fumbling in his shaving kit he returned with a tube of KY jelly. He hadn't told me about his regular use of a dildo. He handed me the tube and bent over the bed. He didn't say anything. He just looked at me with pleading eyes. I was sure that he had planned to be bent over for me from the moment he asked to meet with me privately. It had just taken a lot for him to allow himself to be where he wanted to be. I moved behind him and squirted a generous dollop of the slippery jelly into his crack. I worked the cool lubricant into his hole. I worked on him until he loosened up enough for me to easily slide two fingers in and out of his ass. He clearly was experienced and comfortable having his ass fucked. I quickly covered my cock in jelly and moved the head to his waiting rosebud.

"Oh god, yes, fuck me!" He moaned as I pushed my cock head passed his rim and into his body. 

He pushed back causing be to go faster and deeper than I meant to go at first. However, he did not cry out in pain at the sudden invasion and stretching of his anus. He moaned erotically indicating his pleasure at being filled by my cock. He had easily adjusted to the girth of my cock. When I hit bottom he called for me to fuck him hard. I grabbed his hips and started riding the hot Marine stud. I drove my cock in and out of his ass going ball deep on each thrust and nearly exiting his hot tunnel each time I pulled back. He matched my pace, pushing his ass back to meet my thrusts and relaxing to allow me to pull back. Each time my cock found his prostate he cried out his pleasure and urged me to give him more. While the alcohol had not slowed down his orgasm it had a definite effect on mine. Combined with my recent dusk till dawn fuck session with Kim it seemed I might never ejaculate despite my extremely high level of stimulation.

After a long while I felt the walls of his rectum begin to grip and squeeze my cock harder. I managed to reach under him and found his hard jerking cock. He came almost as soon as my fingers touched the veiny shaft. As his dick spurted another large batch of cum onto the bed. I was deep inside him with my blass pressed to his toned ass. As his orgasm subsided his anal canal continued to flex and quiver around my shaft. My carnal screams echoed off the walls of the small room as I ejaculated into his bowels. We collapsed side-by-side naked on his bed after that. I awoke several hours later to his bear-like snoring. I slipped out without waking him. 

When I woke up around noon on Saturday, I called Tom to postpone my date with him and Cheryl. He was disappointed but understood when I explained that some things had come up with my current crop of trainees. I didn't offer details. I didn't think it would be nice to tell Tom I couldn't come over and fuck him and his wife because I was fucking two of the trainees and was exhausted. Sunday afternoon with Kim turned out to be as hot as our all-nighter. Fortunately we started earlier so I did get some sleep before Monday morning rolled around. 

I didn't see the trainees much that week. One of my assistants was in charge of the module being taught that week. Tuesday night I found out that Roger's ass loosened up just as easily when he was sober. Wednesday night Kim and I had what for us would have to be called a quickie. We only fucked for two hours. Thursday afternoon I was sitting in my office contemplating how wrong I had been about the sexual opportunities I would have with the current crop of trainees when I got a call from Liam. 

"Hello, Gary, I was hoping that we might get together some time soon. I am having a bit of trouble grasping some of the material Ms.Greyson is presenting this week. I thought maybe you might be able to offer me some suggestions to help. You know that I am very eager to do well."

I wasn't sure if his was a sincere request or a veiled attempt to kiss up to me. He definitely had seemed anxious to please. However I never turned down a trainee asking for additional help so I agreed to meet with him Friday evening at the hotel. As there was really no where else to meet I told him I would stop by his room. When I arrived Liam greeted me wearing shorts and a tee shirt with bare feet. I had not seen him in casual dress and was a bit surprised to find him so casually attired.

"I hope you don't mind my dressing down. By Friday evening I am generally ready to have as few clothes on as possible," He said with a big smile as he stepped aside to let me into his room. 

"No problem, glad you didn't go totally nude," I joked.

"If you weren't coming over I probably would be. I am somewhat of a closet nudist."

The nudist comment gave my pause to wonder what the cute diminutive young man had between his legs. I was glad to note that while his dress was unusually casual he did have the desk set up for business. His lesson book and papers were neatly arrayed on the top and he had two chairs at the ready for a tutoring session. I decided that he sincerely wanted my help with some issue. Once we set down and began to talk it became apparent that he was either stupid, which I doubted or had an ulterior motive for our meeting. His questions were very simplistic. After I disposed of a half dozen questions I was sure he already knew the answer too he began telling me what a great teacher I was.

"Gary when you explain this stuff it makes is so much more clear," He said in what I thought was an odd tone.

He was clearly very nervous. I was certain he had some scheme cooking. However, I wasn't exactly sure what he had on his mind.

"Liam, I don't think it is my skill that is making this seem so easy for you. Come on what gives?"

He squirmed a bit in his seat. I could almost see his mind working overtime to come up with a reply.

"Um, I was just thinking that there might be something I could do for you to thank you for all the hard work you do to make this great program possible," He finally managed to say.

"Well that stuff is my job and I like doing the work. Now if you have something outside of the work area in mind maybe you should just come out with it."

"I am a bi too. I am really good and my favorite thing is making my partner happy! I thought maybe you might like to have sex," He blurted out.

I had to fight to keep from laughing; partially because of his earnest proclamation about his sexual abilities and liking to please. But mostly because with that offer fifty percent of a group I had figured was unlikely to want to fuck me were now going to be bedmates. I had wondered about the little cutie's cock and likely wouldn't turn down a chance to see it and play. The added idea that sex would be mostly about my happiness sealed the deal.

"So just like that, you want me to fuck you, Liam?"

"Well if that is the way you like it. But I figured you would want more than that."

"Let's start slow and see where we end up. How about you get naked for me?"

He jumped to his feet and his shirt and shorts disappeared. Turned out he wasn't wearing underwear. His seven to eight inch cock was already fully erect. I motioned him to come closer as I admired his attractive cock. When he got close enough I began to fondle him. His reaction told me that he enjoyed being touched as much as I was enjoying touching him. I have always found the first time playing with a new cock to be fascinatingly erotic. With all the guys I have been with, I have never found two that were exactly alike. So many variables: Size, shape, cut, uncut, veiny, smooth, color variations, even feel and so many more minor differences. I moved my thumb to the tip of his cock and teased his little hole before bending and taking him in my mouth. He seemed surprised when I started to suck him. 

"Gary, I wanted to please you," He said between ragged breaths.

I let his cock slip out of my mouth to answer, "I am pleased. Your cock feels so good in my mouth."

I return to sucking him while moving my hands around. I played with his balls and caressed his supple ass. I ran a hand up his flat belly and teased his nipples. Each time I thought he was building to an orgasm I back away and let it subside. I teased him like that for nearly forty-five minutes. He was panting and sweating when I stopped and got to my feet. I quickly stripped off my clothes exposing my own needy cock. I touched his cheek and he dropped to his knees. He began to work on my cock; first with his tongue and then his lips. Soon I was deep in his mouth. He had not lied about being good. I felt my cock head run along the roof of his mouth and then press against the back of his throat. He took me still deeper. For a moment my cock head was being squeezed by the narrow passage to his gullet. Then he pulled back just long enough to get a breath. Then I was fully in his mouth and throat. His tongue was pressed to the underside of my shaft as his lips sucked me all the way in. His nose nestled in my pubic hairs.

"I'm cumming!" I cried.

He pulled back just enough to allow room for my semen in his mouth. His lips held tight to my spurting cock so as not to lose a single drop. When at last he released me I looked down to see he had cum in a puddle on the floor. I hadn't realized that he was jerking off while sucking my cock. My knees felt wobbly so I dropped back onto the chair.

"How do you feel?" He asked in a way that conveyed he really cared.

I told him that I felt fabulous and that he gave great head. Then I asked the same question of him.

"You give great head too. I came hard. Now that I know how happy I made you I am on top of the world, Gary."

I am not sure how, but I knew that we were done for the night. There wouldn't be any tender cuddling or kissing with Liam. I was happy, he was happy. It was a good evening. He sat on his bed naked as he watched me get dressed. We had a hug that was more like two friends than guys who had just sucked each others cocks, except for his nakedness. He said that he hoped I would come again soon as I slipped out the door. On a whim I decided to knock on Kim's door. She answered my knock wrapped wearing a towel. 




A Wonderful Life



"What a nice surprise," She giggled as she let her towel fall to the ground with the door wide open. 

I lifted her into my arms as I stepped into the room. We were locked into a deep kiss before the door finished slamming shut. 

"What a great greeting," I said with a lecherous grin.

I gave her ass a squeeze and set her back on the ground. She made no effort to cover back up. That was fine with me. As far as I was concerned she could keep that hot little body unwrapped all the time.

"So what brings you by, babe? Other than this," She purred as she squeezed my cock through my pants.

"You think the only reason I would come to see you is to dip my wick in your hot pussy? So happens I have a surprise for you and I also thought you might be interested in what I did this evening."

"Oh no I know you are here for my mind," She said with a giggled as she twirled around showing off her bare flesh. "I do love surprises and I am sure if you think your evening was interesting I am going to love the story. Want a drink?"

I happily said yes to the drink and was pleased to find she had stocked a bottle of my favorite spirit. I guessed that she was planning on entertaining me again. We sat on her bed sipping our drinks and talking. I asked her how she would feel about a foursome with her and me and another couple. She said she would love it as long as she got to see me suck cock. I told her that she might get to see a lot more guy to guy sex than that. I had already spoken to Tom about the idea and he and Cheryl loved the idea. I told Kim I would set up it and let her know what night. 

"Well I like the surprise so tell me about your evening baby," She insisted.

Without naming names I told her in detail about exchanging blow jobs with Liam.

"Jesus baby that is so hot. Anybody I know?"

"You don't expect me to kiss and tell do you?"

"I didn't hear you say anything about kissing!"

"There wasn't any other than cock kissing, baby. I think we should take care of my lonely lips right now."

She was all for that. Our lips quickly found each other and our tongue began a sloppy erotic dance. As we kissed she began tugging at my clothing like a desperate animal might try to claw its way out of a trap. It was obvious that she would never succeed in the task while we were cuddled up and sitting. I jumped up and shed my disheveled garments. She leaned forward and softly kissed my cock head.

"You can have me anywhere you want me stud," She cooed barely above a whisper.

I picked her up into my arms and laid her down on the bed. I crawled up next to her and our lips met again briefly. Then I began exploring her with my mouth. I went from her mouth to her neck to her shoulders, tasting her tingling flesh and enjoying her appreciative sighs. I kissed and licked and bit the freckled flesh of her luscious tits. She caressed my body wherever she managed to reach as she let me ravage her body with my hungry mouth. I kissed my way down her belly until I reached her flaming patch of fur. I nuzzled my face in her hairy snatch and drank in the aroma of her sweet pussy. I parted her lips and began to feast on her supple, moist, pink flesh. Kim's youthful exuberance seemed to invigorate me and give me the stamina of a much younger man. Her first orgasm came with a mixture of erotic moans and giggling laughs. As she peaked I tickled her soft thighs. She squirmed and feigned protest as her juices flowed freely. 

"Come here baby. Give me that big cock!" She squealed.

I kissed my way back up her body and slid in between her widely spread legs. My cock found its way to her quivering wet tunnel as if we were two matching pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Her pussy and my cock were a perfect fit. I felt as if a warm, wet, velvet glove had been slipped onto my cock. Her pussy embraced and caressed my manhood. Our bodies moved as if we were one creature. Pleasure washed over my body and filled my brain like some amazing drug. Reality melted away. At that moment there was only the two of us, joined in impassioned pleasure. My orgasm was again an explosion of color and sound. I was glad that she was cumming at the same time. I knew after my experience with Liam and the amazing climax I had inside her I would have nothing left for her. As it turned out I was wrong.

We laid together cuddling, caressing, kissing and talking for about an hour. Then suddenly she got a wicked look in her eye. She pounced upon me straddling my face while bringing her mouth to my soft cock. In seconds her talented lips and tongue had it coming back to life. I was soon rock hard and being deep throated by a wanton she-cat. She was wild and unstoppable. I of course had no desire to stop the pleasure I was feeling. The only appropriate response seemed to be to roar as the young tigress proved she was the best cock sucker I had ever met. Her pussy was glistening above my face. Even though it was dripping with juice she kept it high enough that I could not raise my head to taste her. Her knees held my arms making me the helpless victim of her amazing sexual attack. I could only hope to be victimized like that more often. My orgasm was almost painful in its intensity. My sensitive cock could barely muster a dribble of cum as my body rocked in sweet bliss. 

My flesh was covered in perspiration and the sheets below me were soaked. Every nerve ending tingled. My lungs struggled to take in oxygen. My cock became hypersensitive. My moans became a chorus of erotic raspy noises. My throat was raw and my lips dry as a man's trapped in the dessert. Still she did not release my cock from the grip of her sensual lips. She sucked me until my cock shrank down to a small shadow of its proud erect state. 

When at last she released my cock she lowered her hot wet cunt to my face. Her aroma filled my nostrils. She tasted of her own juices and my cum. She rubbed herself on my mouth and cut off all but a hint of air to my nostrils. I began to lick as if her pleasure was my only hope of survival. She was barely half my size and I could have easily pushed her away. Even though I was struggling to breath I had no desire to stop. I wanted to eat my tigress until she roared her pleasure to the jungle. It didn't take long. As my tongue found her clit she pressed her gaping pussy onto my chin. She was truly fucking my face. She bit into my abs to stifle her scream when she came.

Her body dropped on top of me. We lay there not bothering to turn, her cheek against my soft cock and her cunt still dripping on my chin. I am not sure how long we lay like that or if we napped a bit in the position. All I knew was I was feeling things for Kim I had not let myself feel for any other woman. When she finally turned around and kissed me softly I told her that she was the best cocksucker I had ever known. She squealed with delight and told me I was an amazing lover and her ability to suck my cock was because of that. We slept together in her bed, in that position, atop the sweat soaked sheets. I never felt more contented than I did with her body lying atop mine. 

The following Saturday I took Kim to Tom and Cheryl's house. My tigress hit it off well with my old friends. The four of us spent hours in the bedroom enjoying each other in various combinations. Kim later told me that seeing guys suck cock live was as hot as she imagined. Cheryl discovered a new fondness for licking pussy which really made Kim happy. Having Tom's hot wife lap at her cunt while he sucked my dick sent Kim into orbit. The four of us got together almost weekly for the remainder of the workshop. In between Kim and I spent a lot of private time with each other. I also made time for Roger and Liam. It was an exhausting two months. It was the first and only workshop session that yielded three playmates. What was really wild was my having to dissuade Philip when midway though the sessions he made a not too subtle attempt to make me his first gay sex partner. I simply couldn't handle any more sex at that point. I later learned that he and Sarah hooked up. Two years later they left their respective spouses and are now happily married. 

As I look back at that session from the vantage point of ten years, I am still amazed that a session I gave no promise ended up with me fucking half the participants. It could have been two-thirds or maybe more. The only one I am definite that I couldn't have bedded was Rhonda. We did however develop a nice fairly close friendship over the years. She and her life partner are still together. They have adopted two children and I attended their wedding in Canada last year. All six of the participants have been very successful in management and have risen in the ranks of the company. Liam who was so eager to please is now in charge of an entire division. He married a statuesque beauty who could be a super model. As far as I know his cock sucking skills have been retired. 

It took another year but Roger finally came to terms with his sexual orientation. While I am in the middle of the scale he is just a step below totally homosexual. We have become close friends over the years and manage to get together a few times a year with his partners blessing. Roger was lucky to find a great man that liked the idea of a semi open relationship. They each have a couple of guys they see outside the relationship and Roger occasionally finds a woman who doesn't mind a one night stand with a studly ex-marine who loves cock. 

It was definitely an amazing session with many surprises. I even found something I didn't previously believe existed; a soul mate. By the end of the two month session I was deeply in love with Kim. Two nights before she was to fly away and presumably out of my life I confessed my love. She broke down crying. When she recovered she told me that she had wanted to tell me her feelings for weeks but was honoring our agreement. That first night we had agreed that it was just for fun. As it turns out we both went beyond just fun by the second week. After we made love to seal our connection I told her about Liam and Roger. I pledged to tell her always when I fucked others. She offered the same thing but added I would already know since I would be there. She begged me to arrange some time with Roger the next night and let her be there to watch.

I was surprised when he actually agreed to go along with the plan. I could tell he was very nervous when he let Kim and me into his room. We started with drinks and awkward conversation. 

After a bit Roger stammered, "So how does this work?" Kim smiled and said, "If you mean the sex, there is no formula. I just thought it would be hot to see your amazing bod sans clothes and watch you two studs play. What else happens happens."

To my surprise Roger stood up and started undressing. No one said a word until he was completely naked. 

"Wow," Kim exhaled, "He really is amazing baby. How about a little comparison?"

I stood and undressed glad that at least my cock measured up to Roger. The rest of my body wasn't even in the same league. None of that mattered to Kim. I could see the love in her eyes as she watched Roger get on his knees in front of me and show off his growing blow job skills. We changed places and I sucked him while she masturbated. Later she helped guide my cock when I fucked his ass. The sex went long into the night. He fucked her while they traded off sucking me at one point. I could tell his heart wasn't in the fucking as much as the sucking. We all had a great time that night. 

About a year and half later Kim and I got married. The only reason we waited was it took that long to get Kim a position close enough to headquarters for us to cohabitate. I had worried that the long distance romance will kill our relationship but there was never a single issue. Kim and I continue to get together with Cheryl and Tom regularly. I retired five years ago so there are no more training workshop participants to fuck. My heart wasn't really in the pursuit after that year anyway. I occasionally get together with an old friend to take care of my cock needs. The only pussies I have been in lately are Cheryl's and Kim's. Neither of us has ever put restrictions on the other, but we found that for the most part all we want is each other and to occasionally share with others. As that corny old movie title says, It's a Wonderful Life!