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Curiosity Satisfied

By: Barb36D



Special dedication to Amy and Lady 'L'

"Hi, this is Barb. Is this Amy?"

"Yes, this is Amy. Hello!"

"Hi...err, God, I can't believe I'm doing this!"

"Don't worry Barb. I've never done it either. I mean, I've never actually talked to someone I met on the Internet, never mind a sex website," said the youthful, feminine voice.

"It's just, I'm not really sure of...what we're even supposed to talk about. Ya know?" I asked and paced.

"Well, you have a very sexy voice. I just knew you would," she added, trying to calm my concerns.

"You mean, not bad, for an old broad?" I laughed.

"Hey Barb, we're gonna have to get past that age thing, OK? I mean it doesn't mean that much to me," insisted Amy.

"So, it doesn't bother you that at 50-something I'm old enough to be your mother?"

"No. If anything, it kind of turns me on! I don't think I have a mother complex, or anything weird like that. And, for sure, I’m not a lesbian. It's just that lately I been wondering what it would really be like..." She paused.

"What would it be like to have sex with a woman?" I guessed.

"YES, exactly. And, well, when I read some of your stories, specially "Sex in the Spa", it made me sooo hot!" She cooed.

"To be honest, it got me hot writing it too! I have to admit that," I agreed and blushed.

"God Barb, was that a true story? I mean did that really happen with you and your sister?" She begged.

"Pretty much so, yeah. Oh I took some literary liberties and embellished a few scenes, but for the most part..."

"WOW! Now I really am hot! Just the thought of you three mature babes gettin' it on like that for real! WOW! You must get all kinds of feedback?"

"Yeah Amy, I did! Typically, most of it was from my male readers, and that's to be expected. But, what I didn't plan on was the many sweet and erotic email responses from women!"

"Really?" She questioned, but I could tell by her tone, she wasn't surprised.

"There was one lady in particular, I mean beside yourself, that sounded really hot. Her name was... we'll just call her Lady "L", she had 40DD's and she wanted to..., well you can imagine. It was awfully inviting!"

"Hmmm. Maybe you should contact her, and I could watch the two of you make out?"

"So you would just wanna watch, is that it?" I asked pointedly.

"Well, it's like I said, I'm just bi-curious," she said timidly.

"Curious? Oh, I see! So, how much would it take to quench your curiosity?"

"I... I don't know," she stuttered.

"How far would you let my experienced hands travel up your curvilicious 22-year-old body?"

"I... I can't say," she whispered slowly.

"When I brush back your long brown hair, and lightly kiss your neck, are you  more than a little curious?"

"I..."

"When your dark eyes are mere inches from my blue eyes, and my hand behind your head cradles your lips to meet mine; when the passion of our first kiss offers only the desire for more and more seduction, will you still be curious for more?

"YES, GOD YES!!

"Me too, Baby!"

"Jesus Christ, Barb! I've never thought the first time I had phone sex it would be with a woman? You are something else, Honey!"

"So are you, Amy. So are you."

"Hey, I just had a thought. I've got some vacation time coming; maybe we should meet?" She asked, like a kid anticipating a new toy.

"I think that sounds workable!" I answered, with my own brand of youthful exuberance.

It was then, we made plans to meet at a neutral location that would be a comfortable driving distance for both of us. After some web surfing, I found a little bed-n-breakfast that seemed ideal. Many more heated phone conversations finalized our itinerary. In order to keep our meeting discreet, I suggested that I reserve a room in my name with Amy listed as my daughter. She was amiable to that arrangement, and we both eagerly awaited our secret rendezvous.

The days slowly came and went; the miles stretched on forever, until finally I caught sight of the interstate exit sign. Another 35 miles and our little hideaway was in sight. It was only then my heart sank. What if we didn’t turn each other on? What if there simply no physical attraction, or chemistry? God, what if we didn’t care for each other AT ALL? Worst of all, what if all this was an elaborate hoax set up by some sick pervert to do me in? But she sounded so sweet and sincere, I just HAD to trust in my female intuition. I was sure these thoughts were flashing through both our brains. Oh well, I’ve come these many miles; I can’t turn around now.

The old renovated Victorian house was just the sort of romantic abode I had imagined. A worn Persian carpet greeted me at the door and muffled my steps, as I made my way to a tiny counter with pigeon-holed mail boxes behind. I detected the wholesome smell of fresh-baked bread and rang the bell. Expecting to see some old lady clothed in 19th century garb, I was taken back at the appearance of a 30-something young man in shorts and muscle shirt.

“I’m sorry. Have you been waiting long?” Asked the smiling, dark-haired owner.

“Why no, I just got here,” I said, returning his cute smile.

“I’m John, and you must be… Barbara, right?” He offered his flour-covered hand.

I shook his hand, pretending not to notice the white substance. Glancing down at his tanned muscular legs, I caught sight of the powder and blushed.

“Yes, but you can call me Barb.”

“Dam, I’m sorry. I’ve got flour all over you,” he apologized and tried wiping it from my black knee-length skirt.

Wiping it only caused the flour to deepen into the fabric. Noticing his mistake, he knelt at my feet, pulled the skirt apart and tried his best to brush it off. Though his determination was commendable, I was becoming self-conscious by his overt actions. Intent on erasing his error, he partially raised my skirt

“That’s quite all right. Don’t worry about it. I can get it out later,” I said, lightly touching the top of his head.

I wondered what someone might think if they came in and caught sight of his maneuvers and location. With one hand halfway up inside the front of my skirt, he raised his face to look at mine.

“I am so sorry, Ma’am. Tell you what, if Carol can’t take it out, I’ll run it to the cleaners,” he said sheepishly.

“Carol?” I asked.

“Yeah, Carol’s my w-“ he started, when a female voice chimed in.

“His wife,” she continued.

Dressed in short-short denim coveralls with a pink tube top peaking through the sides, Carol eyed us with hands on hips.

“Trying to feel up our guests again, John. You naughty boy,” she scolded.

“Hi, I’m Carol. I see you’ve already met my degenerate husband,” she said grinning.

“Hi. I’m Barb. I believe we talked on the phone?”

“Yes, I took your reservation,” she remarked and moved me away from blushing John and toward the counter.

“Does he always…” I began.

“No. No, Actually I think that’s the first time I’ve caught him with his hand up another lady’s skirt!” She admitted, with a dry humor.

Her nonchalant demeanor coupled with her attractive good looks made for quite an appealing package. Her messy strawberry-blond hair framed a sunny red, right-off-the-farm face that sparkled with the age of a woman in her late twenties, I guessed. 

“How long are you planning on staying with us, Barb?”

“Well, I’m not really sure. Like I mentioned on the phone, it kind of depends on how long my daughter can stay. She’s attending college in New York. This is her summer break. I’m not sure if she has other plans,” I said, just as rehearsed.

“I see. Well, she hasn’t arrived yet. Can I show you to your room?” Said Carol smiling.

“You folks have a beautiful place here –very romantic!” I noted, as we climbed a long staircase.

“Thanks. We have had to put plenty of work into the ‘ole girl, but I think it’s worth it. Hope you don’t mind having your room down the hall from ours?” Carol asked.

“No. I’m sure that will be fine,” I replied.

“I only mention it because…, well, don’t let my Doris Day looks fool you. Sometimes John and I can get rather, shall we say, noisy,” she turned and winked.

“Hey, you two are a very attractive couple. I’m sure we’ll have no problem with a little “noise”, I said, beaming.

Carol opened a large wooden door into a bedroom that was simply gorgeous. White lace everywhere. Antique furniture dotted the perimeter, with two quilted, twin-size beds against the longest wall. Two fresh-cut flower arrangements stood proudly on both nightstands with a fragrance that was awesome.

“It simply elegant; just as I imagined!” I exclaimed and gave her a firm side-to-side friendly squeeze, with my hand on her shoulder.

She reciprocated by moving her arm across her ample chest and squeezing my hand. “I’m so glad you like it, Barb! I hope your daughter will too?”

“I’m sure she will. We both love Victorian houses and this… well this is PERFECT!” I said, gently pulling my hand from her grasp and down her arm. “Just look at this view. Is that your lake?” I said, walking toward the window.

“Yes. We’ll I mean, we have free access to it. Maybe you two ladies will join us for a swim later?” She asked.

“Sure, that might be fun!” 

“Hey Barb! Your daughter’s here. She’s on her way up!” I heard John yelling from downstairs.

Oh God, Amy’s here already! This is all too soon, I thought, trying to fix my hair in the oval mirror. Oh well, I could be waiting and pacing in anticipation, this way I have to just confront her sooner.

“Hi ladies!” She said, standing at the door.

I turned to catch the sight of a stunning brunette. God, how young she is! And beautiful! Is this the passionate girl I talked to on the phone? Is this the sexy beauty that wrote that suggestive email? One look in those naughty brown eyes and that room-filling smile, I knew it had to be her.

However, I instantly felt ancient and must have blushed beet red, when she quickly glided across the room to greet me. The fresh scent of her perfume and the nearness of her almost took my breath away.

“Hi MOM!” She exaggerated and threw her slender arms around me to give me a peck on the cheek.

The fake daughter-mother kiss sent a chill through me. I gathered my wits enough to introduce Carol to Amy and watched the two women exchange pleasantries. Observing these two young maidens made me feel uneasy and distant, considering the obvious age difference.

“Well, I’d better let you two get reacquainted. Dinner will be at 8 o’clock,” stated Carol, pulling the old door shut behind her.

The door slam seemed to echo in the long, nervous silence that followed. We just stood a few feet from each other and stared. 

“SO, did you have a good trip?” I stammered cautiously, trying to break the ice.

Another irritating silence; more staring. Suddenly her dark eyes started to well up.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“You don’t like me, do you?” She asked.

“How can you say that? No, I think you’re incredible! It’s just that…”

“What is it then? You keep turning your head away,” she noticed.

“It’s just… Amy, you’ll think I’m being weird,” I started.

“No. Go ahead. Tell me,” she said impatiently.

“It’s the age thing, Amy. I didn’t think it would bother me, but maybe it does,” I admitted.

“Oh, is THAT all. You had me scared,” she said relieved.

She came closer and took my hand in hers. Raising it up to her cheek, her other hand softly caressed my cheek. Watching her eyes dart from one part of my face to another, I tentatively returned the caress.

“Like I said before, Barb. You’re going to have to get passed that whole age difference thing. I want you to like me for WHO I am, not how OLD I am,” she said slowly.

Moving her fingers inside the collar of my satin blouse, she prodded the back of my head. This brought our faces within an inch of each other.

“And, WHO I am is VERY attracted to who you are,” she whispered, and lightly brushed her lips against mine.

I couldn’t hold back a second longer. The longing to meet her coupled with the desire to have her. I vowed to myself at that moment, now is not the time to think of how old I am; rather it’s how young she can make me feel! Closing my eyes, I kissed her wet inviting lips. Our mouths opened simultaneously and our tongues danced together like they were on fire.

“Oh God, Barb. You taste every bit as delicious as I imagined!”

“So do you!” I managed to say, as my kisses inched their way down her long supple neck.

She shook her long brown locks and lay her head back, revealing the top of her blouse for my discovery. I backed away to gain greater access. It was plain to see she was comfortable with me in a dominant role. I quickly unbuttoned her sleeveless oxford blouse and opened her tight fitted jeans. She flung her sandals off and tossed her blouse aside, while I peeled down her jeans. Feeling up the soft, yet toned skin of her unblemished thighs, I detected the familiar female scent of her. 

The sudden intoxication I felt for her made it dam hard not to reach over right then and rip her panties down. I don’t think she would have objected if I had. There was something inside me that wanted to savor these first tender moments and not rush things. She had said she was bi-curious. I wasn’t sure if that meant she’d actually been with another woman or not. If she hadn’t, then I wanted her first time to be as meaningful as it was for me; not some wham-bam-thank-you-lust that you expect from a man. Her sweet little moans told me she wanted more.

I got to my feet and we continued our passionate kisses. Running my hands over her shoulders, I gently pulled her bra straps down. That’s when her hands stopped me from going further. I looked into her eyes for approval.

“Two can play this game, Honey,” she said, and twirled me around by my shoulders.

From behind, she fixed my arms to my side and began unbuttoning my silk blouse. Nuzzling my neck, I let her strip off my blouse and unzip my dark skirt. She knelt and slowly unrolled my thigh-high black hose. I stepped out of my three-inch heels and fallen skirt, to let her finish my hose. Feeling her way up my legs and torso, I turned to face Amy again. Now she was at least 2 inches taller than I was in my bare feet. Still a very doable height.

“Barb. I hope you don’t mind, but there’s something I’ve been dying to try with you,” she said in a sexy voice, as she pulled my bra straps down. “Do you remember my first email?” She asked, reaching behind her back to unhook her pretty lace bra.

“I sure do Amy –every word,” I answered and reached behind to do the same to my full-figured bra.

Her firm c-cup sized tits seemed to stand at attention, as we stood bare- chested across from each other. With the height difference, I took hold of my sagging 36-d’s and raised them up to touch her hard nipples with mine.

“Oooh Baby, yeah! I love those big tits of yours against mine,” she said, playfully swinging her naked chest against mine. “I’ve never gone this far with a woman before. It feels so natural with you, Barb,” she brought her boobs tight against mine. We deep-tongued kissed each other. She gripped my wide bottom with both hands. “And… and I want more,” she panted.

I backed her up to one of the twin beds and had her sit on the edge. Staring up at me with sensuous but naïve eyes, I pulled my black satin panties down. Quietly I stroked her long dark hair, when she reached out and ran her slender fingers from my hips up my ribcage. Cupping each of my large tits, she opened her mouth and gently tongued my nipples. Erotic visions of her actually being my incestuous daughter raced through me, as she suckled in my areola.

“Ooh Baby, that feels soo good!” I purred. “That’s it Baby, suck Momma’s big tits. Ummmm yeah, suck ‘em hard!”

Amy accommodated my lust and sucked my nipples hard enough to get milk, if I had some to give. Her moans suddenly raised in pitch; she sounded more like a little girl. I felt and smelled my juices start flowing and my knees went numb. I tried prying her off of my swollen nipple, but her teeth locked on to the tip. This drives me crazy! Pinching my nipple between her teeth, her tongue-teased the very end.

Reluctantly, she finally let go of my tit and let me lay her down. Never once breaking eye contact, I reached down and pulled off her panties.

“See Mommy, I shaved for you,” she panted, and spread her legs open to give me a better view.

“I see that, Baby. You do have a beautiful pussy,” I sighed, and grazed my hand over her flat abdomen. “But we better pull these covers down. Wouldn’t want to soil Carol’s pretty quilt, now would we?”

Like a schoolgirl at her favorite sleepover, she quickly turned around on all fours and pulled the quilt and sheets down. The sight of her smooth tight bottom was too much for me to stand; I slid my hand between her thighs and fingered her wet lips. She froze immediately at my touch, lowered her head and let out a long moan. I slid two fingers inside her tight pussy and teased her anus with my thumb. Amy rocked back and forth against my hand. Turning her head back to make eye contact, she made sure I saw her every sweet expression, as we shared her first orgasm with a woman. Her climax must have been filled with adrenaline; she pulled away from my hand, turned around and jerked me into bed with her.

“God Barb. That was so much fun. Now, let me do you!” She exclaimed, and shoved her hand between my thighs.

“Whoa girl! Take it easy. This ‘ole lady needs time to catch her breath!” I begged.

“Oh nonsense. In your stories, the other woman gets to fuck you right away. Right?” She asked, and rammed her finger inside my pussy.

“Hey those are STORIES –just stories, Amy-girl! Remember, I’ve got 30 years on you. You’ll have to be a little patient with me. OK?”

“I’m sorry Barb. I didn’t mean to piss you off,” she apologized, and started to pull away.

“I’m not pissed at you, Honey. And please, don’t stop what you doing. I love the way your fingers feel inside me,” I said, and pulled her hand back to my shaven lips.

She gave me a devilish grin and found my clitoris. Sucking my boobs again, she worked my clit faster and faster, until I felt my body tensing toward a climax.

“Knock, knock. You ladies about ready for dinner?” Asked Carol from behind the door.

“YES, GOD… YES!” I cried out, spontaneously having myself one big orgasm. Amy wouldn’t let up on my pussy. Thrusting my pelvis, I started cuming again. “We’re coming…WE’RE CUMING!” I screamed.

“GOOD! Glad to hear that! We’ll see you in the dining room!” Carol yelled, thinking we must be nuts.

“Dam, and here I thought we’d have dinner in bed?” Quipped Amy, licking my juices from her fingers. “Oooh Mommy, you taste GOOD!” She winked, and dove head-fist between my thighs. The girl made up for her lack of bi-experience with enthusiasm. She licked, tongued and bit at my pussy like no man has ever done. Her brash technique was having the desired effect, but I knew I’d never make it through the night, if I let her continue. It took plenty of strength and all my will power to pull her off me.

“God Amy, where did you learn to eat pussy like that? That’s incredible!” I said, pulling her face to mine for a big, wet kiss. “You’d better save some of that for later, OK? I think we’d better head down for dinner, before they get suspicious, Don’t you?”

“Oh OK, Mom. If you SAY so,” Amy said reluctantly.

I threw on a short denim skirt and black halter-top. Amy said she would join us in a minute, so I headed downstairs. The long dining table was meticulously set with fine china, linen napkins and long candles. Handsome John had his back to me and was attending to the stereo. The slow, sexy R&B CD he picked seemed so out-of-place in this rural setting. When he turned around dressed in a full tuxedo, I was the one who instantly felt out-of-place!

“JOHN! I had no idea we were eating formal!”


Curiosity Satisfied



I’d never been to a strip club before. Not by myself anyway. I’d gone to a few with my guy friends while I was in college. Just to hang out and have a few drinks with the boys, but never by myself. Let me tell you, I’m not a lesbian. I’m not even bi; at least not yet. I’m guess I’m sort of curious. The thought of fucking another woman turns me on. But I’ve never seen or met a woman who turns me on so I think I’m just not attracted to them. Besides that, I absolutely LOVE dick. The thought of a nice thick dick makes my mouth water. My fiancé Omar’s dick is the right size, shape, and thickness and keeps me more than satisfied at home. Lastly, I’m not in college anymore; I’m a successful executive. So taking all this into account, I had to wonder what I was doing at Strokers by myself on a Saturday night. 

Omar had gone out of town on a business trip and wouldn’t be back for another two days and my kitty was crying to be fed. I was at home smoking a little herb and trying to get some satisfaction from my favorite dildo, Junior but it wasn’t working and the weed only made me hornier. I decided I needed to be entertained a little and somehow I ended up at this strip club. I walked in and looked around for a seat. I found a table next to the stage and ordered a vodka and cranberry. Strokers is what I call a ghetto strip club. There are no G-string divas up in this spot. Ghetto rap music about hoes, pimpin, and ass is what blasts over the speakers and girls don’t do much more besides bending over and making their ass cheeks clap.

A half an hour and 5 drinks later, I was just convincing myself that chicks really didn’t turn me on when the DJ called Sinnamon to the stage. She was a beautiful, petite, caramel skinned sister with shoulder length hair that was pulled in a ponytail. She had on this black and white prison striped bra-top, matching boy shorts and, get this, matching socks paired with 5” black stiletto sandals! She just knew she was a ghetto queen. 

The DJ put on UGK-Let Me See It and she started winding and shaking her ass. Watching her, I felt my pussy begin to tingle. I tried not to look at her but I couldn’t help it. Something about her was so sexxi. A couple of guys walked up and threw some money on the stage for her to take the clothes off and as she bent down to get the money our eyes met. She winked at me and stared at me while she danced and took her clothes off. Now, every guy in there wasn’t just watching her, they were watching me too. She turned around, bent over right in front of me, grabbed her ankles and shook her ass. I could see her clit poking out between her shaved pussy lips. I’d felt my pussy get wet as soon as she bent over and seeing her clit I couldn’t help but lick my lips. She slid down to the floor and rolled over to face me. She stared right in my eyes and spread her legs so I had a full view of her pussy. I felt another gush of moisture between my legs. I had to look away. I couldn’t have all those men see me staring so I looked down at my drink until the song ended and she was off stage.

Even after she was offstage I felt like every eye in the place was still on me. I called the waitress over and ordered another drink. I needed a shot of something strong to calm my nerves. As soon as the waitress left the table this short ugly mothafucker walked towards me. 

“Can I buy you a drink?” he asked.

“I just ordered one but thanks,” I said.

“So,” he started. “You like pussy huh? I’ve got my girl at home. We can do something.”

I looked that little bastard up and down and rolled my eyes.

“I’ll pass,” I said dryly.

I told myself that this next drink was my last because between the weed and the alcohol I was obviously not myself. My pussy was still throbbing and I couldn’t stop picturing Sinnamon’s body in my mind. I was staring at the table when I heard the waitress say, “Here’s your Tequila shot.” I looked up but instead of the waitress it was Sinnamon.

“Thanks,” I said. “It’s $3.25 right?”

“How about I get your drink, and you get a private dance,” she said.

She looked almost arrogant when she said it. Like she just knew that she’d turned me on. I had to set her straight.

“I don’t think so,” I responded. “I’m not into chicks.”

She rolled her eyes and laughed at me.

“If you’re not into chicks,” she said in my ear. “Then why are you here by yourself and why did I make your pussy wet?”

I couldn’t say anything. It was true. My pussy was soaking wet and my clit was throbbing.

“You know you came here wanting something,” she said. “Why don’t you come to the back and let me give it to you.”

I drank my Tequila. Maybe she was right. I was turned on. There was no denying that. And with Omar out of town my pussy was aching to be touched. She took my silence as agreement and grabbed my hand as she led me to a back room. The room had dim lighting and a fake leather couch. She told me to sit down as she closed the door. I sat down and suddenly I felt really guilty. I didn’t know what I was about to do but I didn’t want to regret it. Omar knew I was curious but we’d always said that if I ever found a girl I liked we’d explore it together. I stood up from the couch.

“This is a mistake,” I said.

She turned around and walked towards me as she took off her clothes.

“You know, you’re sexxi as hell,” she said. “Nice and thick with those big juicy titties and big hips. Did you ever dance?”

Now she was standing right in front of me. At 5’9” I was taller than her. She couldn’t have been more than 5’6”, even with those heels on. She put her hand under my skirt and rubbed my pussy. My clit throbbed even harder and I felt dizzy with lust. Everything else faded from my mind.

“I told you your pussy was wet,” she said. “Sit down.”

I sat on the couch and let her lift my blouse over my head. She cupped my tits in her hands and licked one of my nipples through the bra before sliding the straps down my shoulders and pulling it down. My tits popped out and she dove for my left nipple. 

“Mmmm.” I moaned as I felt the hot wetness of her tongue then something cold that made me jump. She stuck her tongue out at me.

“You like my tongue ring?” She asked. “You’ll like it on your clit even more.”

She pulled my skirt up, spread my legs and buried her face in my pussy. I moaned as she licked and sucked my clit through my panties. I couldn’t take it. I wanted to feel the wetness of her tongue on my clit.

“Take them off.” I begged.

She pulled my thongs to the side and blew on my shaved pussy. I moaned in agony. She was teasing me. 

“Tell me to eat it,” she said.

“Eat my pussy. Please.” I whined.

She smirked at me then wrapped her lips around my clit and started flicking her tongue over it. I almost came right then. She flicked her tongue faster and I felt my pussy get even wetter and moaned and squirmed with pleasure. 

“Oh yes!” I yelled. “That feels so good.” 

She stuck her tongue in my pussy and licked up my juices, telling me how good my pussy tasted, then stuck two fingers in my pussy and rubbed them across my lips. I licked my lips and sucked her fingers into my mouth. She moaned and sucked my clit hard. I could tell I was turning her on. Consumed by my lust, I decided that if I was going to live out this fantasy I was going to do it all the way. 

“I want to eat your pussy,” I told her.

She got up and kneeled on the sofa next to me, poking her ass in the air. I knelt behind her, wrapped my arms around her legs and pulled her ass cheeks apart so I had a clear view of her pussy then stuck my tongue in her hole. Her pussy was so wet and I tasted pussy juice that wasn’t my own for the first time. Maybe it was the weed, maybe it was the liquor, but it tasted a better than I’d imagined and I loved it. I rubbed my lips in her juices before running my tongue between her pussy lips and finding her clit. When my tongue found her clit she made a loud groan. Finding the right spot, I flicked my tongue back and forth over her clit while she shook her hips.

“Yeah bitch!” She growled. “Eat that pussy. You know you like this shyt.”

I couldn’t believe how much licking her pussy was turning me on. My own pussy juices were running down my leg. I slapped her ass and licked her clit even faster.

“Lay on the floor, hoe.” She commanded. “I’ma sit on your face.”

I did as I was told and lay on the floor. She straddled my face and spread her pussy lips as she lowered onto my lips. Her pussy looked so juicy, my mouth was watering. I sucked her clit while she grinded her pussy on my face then I started flicking my tongue over her clit at the same time. Moaning and screaming wildly, she grabbed my head and pulled it towards her pussy and grinded on my mouth even harder.

“Oh, shyt!” She yelled. “I’m cumin! Don’t stop. Suck my clit. Oh, shyt!”

Her legs started shaking and I felt her juices running down my chin to my neck as she came all over my face.

“Damn girl, you’ve done that shyt before,” she said.

“Nah,” I said. “That was my first time eating pussy.”

“Well you sure as hell must be a natural then,” she replied. “I never came so hard before. I need to return the favor.”

She slid her body down mine and stopped when we were face to face. I thought she was going to try to kiss me but instead she stuck her tongue out and slowly licked every drop of her pussy juice from my face and throat. 

“Make me cum,” I begged. “I need to cum.”

Her pussy was just above mine and feeling the wetness dripping from it had my pussy aching. She slid down, threw one of my legs over hers and started grinding her pussy against mine. You could hear the wetness of our pussies slapping together.

“Oh yes,” I moaned, grabbing her legs pulling her closer. “That feels so good.”

We both sat up on our elbows and watched our pussies rubbing against each other. My clit started throbbing.

“Oh God, I’m cumming!” I yelled. “Oh God!”

“Come on baby,” she told me. “Grind that pussy! Cum all over my clit!”

My body stated shaking and quivering as I had my orgasm. Sinnamon grabbed my thigh and rubbed her clit in my pussy juice then moaned as she had another orgasm. Both of us collapsed on the floor breathing heavily.

We composed ourselves and got dressed, smiles on both of our faces. 

“So what’s your name?” She asked.

“Nikki,” I replied, walking out the door.

As I headed towards the bar I knew all eyes were on me but I didn’t care. I asked the bartender for a glass of water so I could sober up a little for the ride home. I thought of Omar and the guilt immediately set in. I had to tell him. We didn’t keep secrets from each other. I wondered how he’d react. Would he feel betrayed?

Just as I was getting up from the bar Sinnamon walked up and put a napkin in my hand. I looked at it and saw that she’d written her phone number on it.

“Give me a call if you ever wanna hook up again,” she winked. 

I put the napkin in my purse and smiled.

She leaned over and whispered, “Next time it’s free,” in my ear then strutted away.

As I walked out of the club I looked at the napkin and decided that I would have a nice surprise by the name of Sinnamon waiting for Omar when he got back from his trip.



Curiosity Satisfied?



I sunk down lower into the bath, letting the warm water swirl over my face. I sat back up, wiping the water away from my face with my hands. I let out a contented sigh and leant back against the end of the bath, my eyes closed. Seconds later they were open again, watching as he came back into the bathroom, two bottles of beer in his hand.

I looked at him, at his cock. It was hanging heavily, its thickness and his firm balls pushing it away from his body. I grinned up at him as memories of the last few hours came flooding back. He sat on the edge of the bath.

"You okay?" he asked as he handed me a beer.

I smiled up at him, taking the cold bottle from him, my hand over his for a few fleeting seconds.

"Great," I told him, "Just great."

I sank a little lower into the water again, and sipped at my beer. As I closed my eyes, I felt his hand on my cock, caressing me under the water. His hand reached for my balls, cradling them in his hand for a minute before stroking along my steadily thickening shaft again.

As he stroked me, intense feelings of pleasure washed through me. It felt so new to have another man's hands on my body, on my cock. But it felt so good, so right.

My cock was hard now, sticking up out of the water as he stroked me. Without taking his hand off my cock, he turned on the edge of the bath so that one foot was in the water on the far side of me. I moved my leg to make room for him. He was now sat almost across the bath. I sat up a little, my eyes now open as I watched his hand moving up and down my cock, as I put the bottle on the side of the bath and reached for him.

His cock was hot in my hand. Hot and hard, the blood throbbing through his shaft as I held him, as I stroked slowly along his length. We quickly built up a rhythm, wanking each other slowly, and then building up speed as we both moaned out loud. Water was splashing everywhere as he wanked me, his hand just a blur as it sped up and down my shaft. 

I could feel the cum building in me, ready to erupt. As I reached for his balls, his cock seemed even harder, hotter, in my hand. His balls tightened, and then he cried out, his cock and balls shuddering in my hands as his cum gushed from him, splashing onto me and into the water.

Even as he threw his head back as pleasure washed through him his hand was bringing me to an intense climax, my cum spurting over his hand, onto him, and into the water. He never stopped stroking me as the pleasure tore through me, as it reached every corner of my body, his hands far more experienced at this than mine.

I slumped back against the end of the bath again, grinning up at him as he slipped into the bath opposite me. We both reached for our beers, oblivious to the thick cum splashed on our bodies and floating on the surface of the still warm water. I held my bottle up in a silent toast to my new lover, and then closed my eyes again, thinking back over the last few days, to how it had started.

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It had all started two days ago, on Tuesday. No, actually it really started a few years ago, when I started to be curious about sex with another man.

Although happily – and faithfully – married for ten years to a wonderful wife, with two great kids, I couldn't drag my mind away from the thought of touching, of tasting, another cock. I tried to put it all to the back of my mind, to forget it, but increasingly that had become harder and harder, especially over the last year or so. It wasn't as if I was attracted to any particular man, I wasn't. But I did want to explore, to find out more about myself, to satisfy my curiosity.

Over the last twelve months, as these feelings had intensified, I had started to think seriously about how I could make it happen, how I could take that final step. But then, as is so often the case, it just happened.

I work as a senior IT Manager for a reasonably sized company. I love the work I do, and have got a good team around me. One of the problems of being in IT is that people always want you to sort out the problems they've got with their home computers. So, when Sean, a senior manager in another department, collared me in the corridor one day, I wasn't really surprised.

From what he said, it sounded like a virus or something. As he only lives around the corner from the office, I said that I'd ask one of my team to go home with him one lunchtime to sort it out. I told him that they'd be happy to do it in return for a couple of bottles of wine. Normally, this did the trick, but for some reason Sean hesitated, and looked very embarrassed.

"Couldn't you do it?" he asked.

As I looked at him, he continued.

"It's just that I've been on some websites and they leave traces behind, don't they? And I've downloaded some stuff that I'd prefer others didn't see. It's just that we've known each other a long time, and I know I can trust you...."

Although this all came out in a torrent of words, it was clear that Sean had thought carefully about this, about what he wanted to say. And then it clicked. It was well known that Sean was gay - after all, he'd never made a secret of the fact. I assumed this was why he was so conscious of the websites he'd visited, and the sorts of downloads he might have made.

As these thoughts rushed through my mind, I suddenly realised how much I had been thinking about Sean recently, how much I had begun to enjoy seeing him around the office - and how dry my mouth had suddenly become.

"No problem," I told him, trying desperately to moisten my throat. "How about Thursday? After work?"

My wife always takes the kids to see her Mum on a Thursday.

"That's great," he told me gratefully, "I'll get the beers in."

As he turned and walked away, I suddenly realised how hard my cock was, and how it was throbbing painfully in the confines of the jeans I habitually wear to work. I could feel my face blushing furiously as I watched Sean disappearing, my eyes glued to his ass in his tight trousers, as I wondered if he'd noticed, if he'd seen my reaction.

I stumbled back to my office and shut the door. It didn't lock, so I leant back against it as I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled my cock out. I shuddered as I stroked along my shaft, feeling the heat, the blood rushing to the tip. It felt longer, harder, thicker than I'd been in ages. The head was already wet with pre cum as I slowly pulled the skin back. I sighed as I pulled it back tight, loving the sensations rippling through me, loving the way my balls were tightening.

I had only meant to make myself more comfortable, but within seconds my hand was a blur as I stroked up and down my shaft faster and faster. I bit my lip to stifle my groans as my orgasm got closer, as visions of Sean filled my head. My mind ran riot, imagining his cock, his balls, his ass. I threw my head back as my cum erupted from my cock, as the intense pleasure of my release tore through my body almost painfully, as jet after jet of thick cum splashed into my other hand.

I stood, gasping for breath, looking down at the puddle of cum in my hand. Tentatively, without really thinking about it, I brought my hand up to my mouth and dipped my tongue into the sticky puddle. It tasted good, but before I could go any further I jumped as I heard voices outside my office. 

I quickly found a tissue and wiped my hand, pushing my cock back into my jeans as I threw myself into the chair behind my desk. I sat still, my heart pounding, but no one came in. I leant my head against the back of the chair and shut my eyes. I hadn't wanked like that in ages, and never at work. But the urge, the need, had been so intense, so over whelming.

I thought about Sean again. I actually know him quite well, having started at the company at about the same time. Again, I thought about how much I'd been thinking about Sean in recent months, how I'd started to see him differently. The realisation hit me like a ton of bricks – I wanted him!

Thinking back, I wasn't sure if the next two days passed very quickly, or extremely slowly. What I do know is that by the time Thursday evening came, I was a nervous wreck. I couldn't think straight, my heart was pounding, and my mouth was dry. I'd arrived back at work after lunch determined to cancel our meeting, scared of what might happen, but deep down wanting something to happen, hoping that it would.

But I didn't contact Sean, and at a little after six o'clock I found myself standing at his door. As I pressed the door bell, I suddenly felt calm and relaxed. I think I knew what I wanted, but all the doubts, the uncertainties, nagged at the back of my mind. After all, I told myself, it takes two, and Sean has never shown any sign of seeing me other than as a mate. As swiftly as it had arrived, the sense of calmness deserted me, and the nervousness returned. I was about to flee, when the door opened.

Sean welcomed me with his usual grin, and ushered me indoors. I followed him through to the lounge, where he pointed at the computer in the corner. I switched it on while Sean went off to find us some beers. While the computer wound itself up, I rummaged through the bag I'd brought with me for the discs I would need. When he got back, I was sat staring at the screen.

His "wallpaper" on the computer was a picture of a cock. A long, hard, beautiful cock. There were only a few icons on the screen, so nothing got in the way of the picture.

It started on the left, and stretched almost the whole width of the screen. On the left, towards the top of the screen, was the base of his belly, hard and flat, the slight pit of his navel clearly visible, his skin tanned and glossy. Below that was a mass of short, dark hair, thick and curly. At the bottom of the screen were his balls, big and firm, just begging to be cradled in my hand.

And in between was his cock.

I licked my lips as my eyes followed the length of the cock across the screen. Although it was only a picture, it seemed to be alive – alive and throbbing. It sprung out from the tight, curly hair at the base of his belly, the shaft thick and strong above his balls. There was a thick vein running along the length of it, and I could swear that I could see the blood pumping along the length of his shaft, feeding his erection.

The shaft was thick, and I could almost reach out and touch it, to feel the heat coming from him. Towards the end, it curved slightly upwards, giving it a powerful, almost arrogant, look. The skin was peeled back from the head, leaving it red, shiny and exposed. There was a drop of clear, shiny pre cum clinging to the tip. I could almost taste it, wanted to taste it.

With a start I realised that Sean was stood behind me. I've got no idea how long he'd been stood there, or whether he had seen my reaction to the screen – either on my face or by the bulge in my jeans. I grabbed the nearest disc to me, and fed it into the computer, praying for the programme to start up quickly.

As I worked at the computer, I was conscious of Sean watching me, maybe watching my reaction to the picture that appeared every time I closed a programme. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop myself from looking, from wondering what it would be like to touch, to taste that cock. My own cock was a throbbing bulge in my jeans. I desperately wanted to touch myself, to release the sexual tension building up.

Eventually, I was finished. It was just a virus, which was easily cleaned. I put some software on to stop it happening again, and then told Sean I was finished. As I spoke, he came across and stood behind me. I was aware of how close he was to me, of his after shave, of my bulging cock. He leant over and reached for the mouse, clicking through a few programmes he said had been playing up.

He did it slowly, each time returning to the picture of the cock. My eyes were glued to the screen, my mouth dry again despite the beer I'd been sipping at. When he was finished, he stood up behind me. Seconds later, I felt his hands on the back of the chair, and then he was spinning me around to face him. I looked up at him, opening my mouth to speak, but no words came. I couldn't help myself as my eyes dropped towards his jeans, to the bulge of his cock.

As I stared at him at the growing bulge, he dropped to his knees in front of me, his eyes looking into mine, before dropping down towards my cock. My breath caught in my throat as he silently reached forward and popped open the top button of my jeans. He lifted his eyes to meet mine as he deftly undid the rest, and pulled my jeans open.

His eyes dropped back towards my cock. I looked down as well. My cock was reaching upwards, trying to escape from my boxers. There was a huge wet spot where I'd been leaking pre cum. Sean's hands were resting on my thighs, still holding the edges of my jeans where he'd pulled them open. He looked up at me as he spoke, his voice suddenly husky with desire.

"This has to work for both of us," he told me.

I knew exactly what he meant. I nodded, not daring to speak, and then gasped as he reached over and squeezed my cock through my shorts.

I thought I would cum there and then, but somehow I controlled myself. I felt like I was hardly breathing as Sean moved his hand again, reaching out to ease the front of my boxers down, and away from my cock. I sprung free, my rock hard cock waving about in front of me. This time Sean gasped as he saw the length, the thickness, of my cock.

He slid both hands into the waist band of my shorts, and then moved them easily around to my hips. His hands felt surprisingly soft as they moved over my skin, over my trembling body. I shuddered as he began to ease my boxers and jeans down my thighs. I lifted my ass off the chair to help him, my cock waving about inches from his face as he stripped me.

His eyes moved between my cock and my face as he left me naked from the waist down. For a few seconds he sat back on his heels, his hands back on my thighs, his eyes on my cock. He leant forward, and I held my breath as he moved closer to my cock. His hands moved along my thighs, under my tee shirt and onto my belly. He leant forward, his hands sliding up onto my chest, his mouth hovering over my cock as it stood erect from my body.

I groaned with the tension, my need, as he looked up at me again. I slid my ass forwards on the chair. I was almost lying down, the muscles of my stomach and thighs tense as his eyes locked on mine. Still watching me, Sean dropped his mouth onto my naked, twitching cock.

I cried out as his lips slid slowly down my shaft, as he sucked me into his warm, wet mouth. His lips felt dry, almost rough, as they slipped down my shaft, as he scratched lightly over my nipples. He lifted his head away from me, leaving my cock wet and needing more. He slipped his hands back out of my shirt, and with a nod told me to take it off. I pulled it off, and then lay back in the chair again, naked.

Sean rested his hands on my thighs for a moment, teasing me, teasing us. He reached for my cock, and I felt his hands on me for the first time. He squeezed my hard, throbbing shaft lightly, before running his hand up and down my length. His other hand reached for my balls, cradling them in his hand. And then his lips, his mouth, his tongue, were on me again, sucking and licking me, tasting me.

The feelings surging through me were amazing.

His lips were sliding up and down my cock, his tongue swirling around my cock head as he sucked me deeper into his mouth. I eased my knees up, and my legs apart, as his fingers slid under my balls towards my ass. Sean moved easily with me as my hips jerked off the chair, as I drove my cock into his mouth, as I fucked him. He fingered my ass, his other hand moving along the base of my shaft in time to the sucking of his mouth, the jerking of my hips.

I was holding on tight to the edges of the chair, my head flung back, the muscles in my thighs and stomach rigid as wave after wave of pleasure tore through me. My cock felt solid, bigger and harder than I'd ever been. My balls felt like they could explode as feelings as intense as any I'd ever felt before flooded my mind and body.

My cock was deep in Sean's mouth now, his lips and tongue and hands tormenting me with pleasure. When I came, my cock and balls jerked as jet after jet of cum shot deep into his mouth. He sucked hard, drinking down the first five or six spurts of my thick, creamy cum before pulling away. I watched through half closed eyes as he wanked my cock, pumping the last of my cum into the air. It splashed back down, dribbling over my cock and his hand, splattering onto my belly.

I watched as he lifted his hand away from my wet cock and slowly licked his hand. I reached out and touched the back of his head as he dropped his mouth back over my softening cock and licked and sucked me, enjoying the last of my juices. Eventually he sat back on his heels, his hand still on my cock.

"That was fantastic, " I told him, my voice husky, "Thank you."

"My pleasure," he laughed, "I've wanted to do that for a long time."

I stared at Sean, taking in what he had just said. I only half heard what he said next, before responding automatically.

"You've got a great cock," he told me, stroking me gently.

"So have you," I responded.

"But you haven't ......" 

And then he saw me glancing across at the picture on the computer screen again.

"Oh – you think that's me?" he laughed, "Well, there's only one way you'll find out," he added as he stood up.

It all sounded so corny, but a few seconds later it was me who was kneeling in front of him, reaching for his jeans.

Strangely, as I knelt in front of him, naked, with Sean fully clothed and looking down at me, I felt powerful, and totally in control. My cock was resting on my thighs, and as I popped open the top button of his jeans, I felt it start to rise again as a surge of excitement, of anticipation, filled my mind and body. By the time I'd eased his zip down and pulled the two sides of his jeans apart, and was staring dry mouthed at the hard outline of his cock, I was fully erect again.

I glanced up at Sean, who was starting to undo his shirt. He shrugged it off, and dropped it on the floor beside me. I looked up at him, taking in his powerful chest and muscular body, the curly hair across his chest and stomach. I knew then that the picture on the computer wasn't him, but it didn't matter, nothing mattered but the next few moments. 

Sensing my uncertainty, Sean did nothing, said nothing. I stared at his cock, watching as it twitched beneath his underwear. I was still holding his jeans apart, but was slowly, without thinking, easing them down his thighs. Tentatively, I reached over, hesitated again, and then ran my hand along the outline of his thick shaft. We both moaned as I felt a hard cock in my hand for the first time. Sean shuddered at my touch, his cock seeming to press back against me in its eagerness to escape the confines of his clothes. 

I dragged his underwear down and his cock sprang free, standing out from his body, long and hard, inches from my face. I dipped my head quickly, and for the first time felt a cock against my lips. I opened my mouth tentatively and flicked my tongue across the tip of Sean's cock, tasting him, feeling him. By now, his jeans were around his ankles, and he pulled away for second to kick them off. Then he was naked in front of me.

Instinctively, I reached out to him. His cock felt hot in hand - hard, hot and incredible. I watched closely as my hand moved along his shaft, peeling his skin back. I wanked him slowly, almost mesmerised by the beads of pre cum appearing, from his soft moans. I moved again, licking the tip of his cock carefully, swirling my tongue around the tip, savouring the taste of his first juices. I eased him sideways, looking at his long, slightly curved shaft in profile, licking along his thick length.




Curiosity Satisfied?



My own cock was rock hard, jutting out from my body almost obscenely, twitching with Sean's, reacting to his moans, to our movements. My cock jerked as I felt him reach out to me, his hand resting lightly on my head, urging me forward gently.

I slid my hands across his thighs, over his hips, and around onto his firm ass. I cupped his cheeks in my hands, pulling him towards me. I moved my head, and the tip of his cock slipped further past my lips. I sucked hard, and took half his hard length into my mouth.

He seemed to fill my mouth completely. I sucked on him, feeling his hips rocking as he started to fuck me. I quickly got used to his movement, to him being in my mouth, to the sheer size of him. I sucked harder, pulling him to me, wanting him to fuck my mouth harder. I wasn't sure how I had imagined this would be in my past day dreaming, but the real thing was undoubtedly better, much better.

Sean's cries echoed around the room, his cock throbbing between my lips as his orgasm approached. I could feel his ass clenching as he fucked me, and then with a roar he came. The first jet of his salty tasting cum thumped against the back of my throat. I gagged and swallowed, Sean holding me tight now as his cum gushed into my mouth, as I drank as much of it down as I could.

After what was probably only a few moments he pulled away. I grabbed his cock, and jerked it back and forth, his cum pouring out on to my hand and chest. My own cock was painfully hard. Sean leant down and grabbed me. He was pulling on me for only seconds before my cum was spurting out of me in an arc to splatter against his belly.

He dropped to his knees in front of me. We were still holding each others cocks, both of us gasping for breath. I knew he was about to kiss me, but I didn't mind. It wasn't something I'd thought about doing, but it felt so good, so right, as his lips met mine and we shared the taste of my cum. Sean pushed me back a little, and licked our sticky cum from my body. I did the same the same for him, never letting go of his cock. We kissed again, tasting each other.

With a grin, Sean reached out and passed me my beer. He stood up, and pulled me to my feet. Picking up his beer, he led me up to his bedroom. I followed him upstairs, my eyes locked on his ass, wondering about the next few minutes, the next few hours. We relaxed on his bed, chatting easily as we drank from the bottles of beer, totally at ease with each other, with our nakedness.

I reached for him first, eager to touch him again, eager to feel his hardness in my hand, in my mouth. This time I took my time, caressing his cock and balls, weighing them in my hand, feeling and licking my way around every ridge, every contour of him. 

Sean eased himself back onto the bed, his hands behind his head. From where I was, knelt between his outstretched legs, my hands resting on his thighs, I cast my eyes over his strong body, taking in the contours of the muscles across his chest and belly, along his arms and legs. My eyes stopped at his cock, which was lying at an angle up onto his belly, his balls full and heavy beneath. Slowly, he drew his knees, my hands sliding down his legs as he exposed more of himself to me.

I took his cock in my hand again, feeling the blood coursing through him as he became harder at my touch. I ran my hand along his shaft, and then down onto his balls. Leaning forward, I took his cock back into my mouth, running my tongue around the head and then down his shaft as I sucked him in deeper.

I rested his cock on his hard belly and licked slowly down his shaft, leaving it wet and glistening as I moved onto his balls. He had shaved them, leaving them smooth for me as I licked across them before sucking one, and then the other, into my mouth. They felt firm in my mouth as I sucked them gently, as soft moans of pleasure escaped both our lips. 

Tentatively, I moved lower, running my tongue below his balls and towards his ass. Sean's hips lifted off the bed as I poked at his ass, as he groaned at my touch. I ran my tongue as deep as I could, tasting him as he moved his hips against me. Glancing up, I watched as he stroked his own cock, wanking slowly as my tongue penetrated him. 

Sean dropped his hips back onto the bed, and reached to pull me up to him. We kissed again, our cocks touching. As our lips met, he reached down and squeezed our cock's together, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. But that was forgotten as he pushed me gently backwards onto the bed. I knew what he wanted, what I wanted, and lay down on my front, my ass raised slightly into the position I imagined he wanted me to be in.

I felt Sean's weight as he moved above me. I shuddered as I felt his cock dragging across my leg and ass. I realised that I could see him in the mirror in front of me. He seemed to tower over me as he moved his cock until it was resting along the tight crevice between my cheeks. As he pressed down, I felt the strength of his cock against me, his chest against my back. I eased my legs further apart, feeling his cock harder against me as he moved slowly, rocking his body to slide his cock between my cheeks.

I moaned and shuddered as my body relaxed, as I got used to Sean being above me. Waves of pleasure washed through me as I felt his cock head running across my puckered hole, every part of me wanting him to go further. I looked up at the mirror again as I felt his weight lift off me. He was kneeling between my legs, his cock looking enormous as he leant over and picked up a tube of lubricant from a table beside the bed.

My heart was thumping as I watched him smoothing some of the lubricant over his cock. He slid his hand up and down his shaft, his eyes on mine in the mirror. I saw him looking down at my exposed ass, and then I felt his hands on me, pressing down on my cheeks, caressing me. His hands felt cold, but then hot as he traced a finger down between my cheeks, stopping at my tight hole.

I gasped as the tip of his finger entered me. Even that felt huge as he pushed it slowly into my ass, fucking me slowly, gently. A second finger followed as he opened me up for what was to follow. After a minute or two, his hands were gone, and I felt the tip of his cock against me. He moved back over me, his cock pressing against me. Through the haze of pleasure, of anticipation, that surrounded me, I heard him telling me to relax, his mouth close to my ear.

Sean pressed down, and seconds later I had a cock inside me for the first time. As his cock head stretched and then entered me, followed swiftly by the first inch or two of his hard cock, I cried out as a wave of pain tore through me. Sean held still, his cock inside me, and as quickly as it came, the pain was gone, replaced by a numbness, and then an amazingly deep sense of pleasure. Only then, as I moaned softly, did Sean press down again.

I groaned as Sean eased his thick cock deeper inside my body. As each extra inch of him entered me, the pleasure I was feeling seemed to reach further, until his cock was buried inside me and I was tingling all over. Sean held still again as I got used to him, to the thickness, the length, the strength of his cock. And then he began to fuck me.

He started slowly, but then drove his cock into me harder and faster, his balls slapping against mine. It felt as though I was being pounded into the bed as I gripped the edge of the mattress, as each thrust of his cock magnified the pleasure I was feeling. We both cried out when he eventually came, as his cum erupted inside my ass.

I felt Sean's full weight on top of me as he slumped forward, his throbbing cock still buried deep inside me, his breathing harsh in my ear. As each jet of his cum pumped into my ass, a wave of pleasure shot through me. My own cock was hard, painfully hard, beneath us. I tried to lift my body a little, and slide my hand down to my cock, needing release.

"No," Sean gasped, as he realised what I was trying to do.

He lifted himself away from me and rolled me onto my back. As he lay down beside me, I automatically reached for his cock, still slick from me, from his cum, from the lubricant. He held my cock and kissed me gently, his lips warm against mine, his tongue insistent for the first time. Gradually, my overwhelming need to cum subsided, only to be replaced with a growing need for Sean.

As soon as Sean rolled onto his front, and then pulled himself up onto all fours, I reached for the tube of lubricant. Sean watched me closely, telling me to take my time, as I followed his earlier lead and rubbed the cold gel all over my cock.

I shuffled across the bed on my knees, my rock hard cock waving in front of me. Sean moved his hips and ass, encouraging me towards him. I moved closer, my cock touching his ass for the first time. He felt hot against me, and just as eager as I was. Sean moved back against me, guiding me towards my goal. He angled his hips towards me as I raised myself a little off the bed. Leaning forward, I pressed my cock against his ass.

As Sean relaxed and moved with me, my cock slipped inside his body. I gasped as his warm flesh wrapped itself around my cock, just the tip at first, but then more as he sucked me into his body. I groaned as my cock slid easily into him, until all of me was buried in his ass, his tight flesh holding me. I leant down hard, determined to hold all of my cock inside him. I thought that I would cum there and then, as he throbbed around me. Slowly, that feeling subsided and I began to fuck him.

I fucked him slowly at first, feeling him around me as I eased my cock almost out of him, and then back again until my balls rested against him. I gradually speeded up, fucking him harder and faster as he guided me, as he moved his hips and ass to encourage me. As I fucked him, Sean dropped onto the bed, with me lying on top of him. Awhile later, I felt him pushing back, and we rolled onto our sides, my cock still buried inside him.

As I continued to fuck him, I reached around him and grabbed his cock. He was hard again, his powers of recovery amazing. I wanked his cock while I fucked his ass, my cock, my hips, my hand, moving as one, moving in a rhythm that had us both cumming in no time.

I cried out as my cum erupted from my cock. Sean pushed back against me as I drove in hard, sending the first jets of my cum deep into his body. Then I moved again, pumping my cum into him in warm, thick jets. As I came, Sean cried out. I wanked his cock harder, feeling the cum bursting through his cock and spaying onto the bed. 

We didn't move as we laughed at our release. I lay close to Sean, my cock still inside his ass, my arm still around him, his cock still warm in my hand. We didn't speak for a minute or two, and then Sean suggested a bath. 

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"A penny for them."

Sean words brought me back from my day dreaming. I grinned at him.

"I was just thinking about tonight," I told him.

"Good thoughts I hope," he told me, before adding, "No regrets?"

"None," I assured him, "None at all."

But we both knew that it would soon be over, at least for tonight. Reluctantly, we got out of the bath, and after drying off went back to Sean's bedroom to finish our drinks. We lay on the bed, happy to be naked together. We were lying at opposite ends of the bed, and before long it seemed the most natural thing in the world to be reaching out to Sean's cock.

I stroked him gently, pulling the velvety soft skin back and forth as he cock grew in my hand. Pretty soon he was hard again, his cock long and thick. I wriggled down the bed, and soon tasted him again, his cock sliding easily between my lips as my head bobbed up and down.

Sean reached for me, cradling my cock and balls in his hands, making me grow. I glanced down at my cock, astonished how easily he could make me hard, astonished at much I'd cum, how often I'd cum, how hard I'd been over the last few hours.

I rolled onto my side, and drew Sean's cock deeper into my mouth, my hand wrapped around his firm balls, my finger sliding easily between his cheeks and across his ass. He rocked his hips as he lay opposite me, fucking my mouth softly as I sucked and licked at him, my lips sliding along his shaft, feeling every ridge, every contour of his cock. His mouth and hands moved across my body, over my chest and belly, around my hips and ass, before settling on my cock.

The room echoed to our sucking and licking, to our moans and gasps, as we moved with each other, softly at first, but then harder, faster, deeper. We came more or less together, Sean's cum hitting the back of throat just as mine erupted from by cock, my shaft stiffening one last time as my cum poured into his mouth.

My cock slipped from his mouth as Sean turned to me. We kissed softly, knowing that it was time for me to go. Sean left me alone for a few moments, returning fully dressed, my clothes over his arm. He watched as I dressed in silence, only then realising how late it was. My cock and balls ached, and my ass felt sore. And it was wonderful.

Nothing was said as I left – but we both knew that it was just the beginning, that I was only starting to satisfy my curiosity.

THE END

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Authors Note:

This is the first time that I've written a story for the "Gay Male" category, and must confess to being a little nervous as I send it to be published.

I hope you've enjoyed it. As always, any feedback you can offer would be much appreciated. 



Curiosity Satisfied



“Oh didn’t Amy tell you? I’m sorry,” he said, eyeing my relaxed outfit.

“It’s not your fault. I’ll just be a minute. You folks go on and start without me.” I said, and started to climb the staircase.

Amy stood at the top of the staircase looking absolutely stunning. Her red, low-cut spandex dress hugged every delicious inch of her, and was the perfect compliment to her dark hair and deep red lipstick. There’s was no way I could be upset with her, looking like that.

“Oh, err, Mom! Gosh, I’m sorry! With all the excitement of meeting you, I forgot all about the formal thing, until you had already gone downstairs. Please forgive me?” She pleaded.

I gave her a motherly kiss on the cheek and slapped her rear end. I feigned being upset and said I would have to give her some proper punishment later. She seemed delighted with that idea. I quickly pried myself into the only formal thing I brought with me, a long, black, strapless gown with an extra long slit up the side. It was far too daring for the occasion, but it was formal.

By the time I got back to the dining room, the lights were dimmed to near extinction and all I could see, at first, was the flicker of candles. Amy said something sweet about my dress, as John pulled the chair out for me.

“Very nice. Very nice, indeed!” He said.

I half-turned to thank him and noticed his furtive glance at my cleavage.

“You’re looking quite handsome too John,” I smiled, and purposely let my eyes fall to his crotch.

“Dinner is served,” said Carol, pushing a serving cart to the table.

I thought my eyes would fall out of my head. She was dressed in the skimpiest French maid outfit I’ve ever seen. She must have seen my reaction.

“Hope you ladies are offended. John won a bet with me, and this is the result. You must know, I don’t usually dress like this for dinner!” She said, embarrassed.

The black and white outfit was a least one size to small for Carol. Her sizable boobs were pushed up and out so far you could see the tops of her areolas. The skirt was so tiny it covered virtually nothing when she bent over. With the thigh-high black fishnet hose and patent leather pumps, she reeked of sex. 

“It looks cute on you. You make a very sexy French maid!” I insisted.

“Thanks Barb. I feel a little better now,” said Carol from the other side of the table.

“I’m interested in knowing more about this bet,” said Amy, batting her eyes at John.

“Ah yes, the bet! Well, you see, the maid’s outfit is only part of the bet,” smirked John.

“Please John, let’s not bring up all the sordid details,” said Carol, taking her seat across from John.

The dinner fare of oysters on the half-shell and succulent steak was sexy. The slow background music was sexy. The four of us were all dressed sexy. So I had to conclude that Carol’s penalty had to be sex related. I was correct. What came as a surprise was to discover that Amy and I was the subject of the bet.

“I really can’t give you all the particulars right now, but suffice it to say, it definitely concerns you two ladies,” admitted John. “By the way Carol, dear, I believe it’s time for our desert!”

“Oh God. You are going to make me do this, aren’t you? You asshole,” said Carol. “I hope you girls won’t be too offended… John, you asshole!” She repeated and made her exit to the kitchen. 

Amy and I looked at each other with shrugs, not knowing what the heck was next. Within 3 minutes or so out came Carol with a flaming Cherries Jubilee. She served Amy and I and then sat the pan down in front of John. Taking a ladle full of cherries, she slowly poured them on her neck, letting each cherry and it’s hot sauce slide down her striking cleavage. John took hold of both her tits and sucked each cherry from her chest.

Amy and I watched in awe, as he savored each bite. Pulling open the elastic on her bodice, he fully exposed both of her big tits and smeared the sauce all over her bosom with his tongue.

“Wow. That looks like fun!” Cooed Amy, as she about fell out of chair trying to get a better view.

“It IS fun – and tasty too. Come here and see,” said John, motioning to Amy.

Carol seemed undaunted with performing her penalty, and I was getting hot just watching her mood change. John hoisted his wife up on the table and she threw her head back as the cherries continued to roll. Carol started to moan with each bite John took and apparently enjoyed having an appreciative audience. Amy stood behind John, reached inside her tight dress top and played with her own tits.

“Ummmm, this is the ONLY way to eat cherries. Want a bite, Amy?” He asked and turned to catch Amy touching herself.

Amy looked over at a smiling Carol and knew it would be OK with her. She glanced at me like a lost sheep. “Can I try one, Mom? It seems so nasty,” she paused.

“What do you say MOM?” John asked me, with extra emphasis on “Mom”.

Still holding on to the façade, I answered, “Amy, it’s up to you. Maybe just one wouldn’t hurt,” I said, really wishing it were me that was doing the cherry dipping.

“OK then. Maybe just one,” Amy eagerly stepped up to the table.

Carol spread her legs open to give Amy better access. Amy glanced down and stopped dead in her tracks.

“Your wife isn’t wearing any underwear!” She shouted.

“So?” Continued John, “Go ahead, have a cherry.”

There were two cherries resting nicely in Carol’s cleavage. Amy leaned down and licked one up. Carol let out a rather suggestive sigh.

“Yum, yum, they ARE tasty like this!” Amy said.

“Go ahead and have another,” urged John.

Amy leaned down again, but this time she opted to play with the second cherry. She rolled it with her tongue up and down Carol’s long cleavage. Carol moaned louder. John pressed Amy’s head to Carol’s chest.

“Go ahead and taste that yummy sauce too,” John whispered.

Amy’s eyes met Carol’s, as she swallowed the cherry and proceeded to lap up the sweet sauce from Carol’s boobs. Now Carol was really moaning. John gently moved Amy’s head from her cleavage to one of his wife’s hard nipples. Amy took the bait and began licking and sucking, much the same way she had done mine. Carol lowered herself back on the table to rest on her elbows. Amy compensated for Carol’s move and inched closer, until her leg was pressed firmly against Carol’s naked pussy. She grabbed hold of both of Carol’s jugs and alternated her sucking, all the time, moving her thigh harder against Carol’s bush.

“YES, YES, YES… OH GOD! Don’t stop, Honey! I’m cuming!” Cried Carol.

John and I, needless to mention, were completely turned on. I slid my hand inside the slit in my gown and began working on my own orgasm. John, on the other hand, wasn’t so coy about it. He unzipped and pulled out a healthy 8-inch cock. Watching him beat off took my mind off the girls. With Amy bent over Carol, her short dress rode up on her hips. John saw his chance from behind, and raised Amy’s dress up to show her pantyhose covered bottom. Sliding his fingers inside her waistband, he yanked them down, panties and all. Carol was now flat on her back with her legs dangling off the table’s edge. Her repetitive screams made Amy work all the harder on those glorious tits. So much so, that I don’t think Amy was fully aware of John’s full cock entering her pussy. Taking all this in was making me boil over. I threw caution to the wind, stood up and unzipped my gown. Peeling it down around me, I dropped my panties, which left me in nothing but my black thigh-high hose and heels.

Carol was slowly coming down from her climax, when she looked over at my naked body next to her. With a knowing look, she reached over between my legs and dipped her fingers into my wet pussy. After tickling my clit, she pulled her hand back, closed her eyes and licked her fingers clean of my juices. That was the only cue I needed. With one arm, I cleared away a path on the table behind her and crawled up to straddle her head. She reached up, encircled my cellulite-riddled thighs with her arms and pulled my pussy to her mouth. Now it was Amy and I who were the moan-makers.

John was really slinging his meat into Amy. Backing her up and thrusting her forward with each long stroke. Carol’s open mouth sucked in my pussy and her tongue ran circles around the insides of my lips. I massaged and tugged on her boobs, until my hands were covered with cherry sauce residue. Carol moved her hands over my ass and up my back to gently prod me to lean over her. My head slightly bumped into Amy’s, as I leaned down to form a perfect ‘69’ with Carol. I impaled Carol’s sweet snatch with my tongue, and hiked her fishnet-covered legs up to take an occasional taste of her asshole.

“Oh GOD! Mommy, he’s fucking me so hard! I don’t think I can make him stop!” Cried Amy.

“Is that a problem?” I asked, between licks.

“I’m not on the pill. Oh God, OH GOD! Now it’s throbbing inside me!”

“John… JOHN!” I screamed to get his attention.

The sweat poured from his face and by his grimaces, I knew he was more than ready to shoot his load.

“Honey grab the base of your cock very tightly,” I spoke calmly. “Now John, Amy isn’t on the pill, so I want you to take it out and bring it to me now,” I said firmly.

He nodded, gripped his cock and whipped it out of Amy’s young love box. His bulbous cockhead was coated with Amy’s juices and the tip leaked a long stream of precum, as he quickly brought it to my mouth. Carol had my clitoris in her mouth and bit down, as John blew his white hot cum in my mouth. At the peak of my climax, there was no time to even suck him off. With my mouth wide open, his load spilled out onto his wife’s succulent pussy. This triggered Carol’s second or third orgasm; she bit down on my clit even harder. I lowered my head and slurped up his cum, eating her out again in the process. We answered each other’s orgasms like that for another five minutes.

Amy was definitely not content being a spectator. She went to her knees and took John’s semi-flaccid dick in her mouth, and sucked him long and hard. Soon his marvelous cock was at full mast. Amy took turns shoving it in Carol’s pussy; then into my mouth; then back to her mouth. Needless to say, John was in heaven at that point.

“I can’t tell whether I’m coming or going!” He exclaimed, as Amy pulled his meat from Carol’s pussy and stuck it in my mouth again.

“Oh one thing’s for sure Johnny –you going to cum! And, this time, it’s ALL MINE!” Said Amy, pulling down her tight dress to expose her firm 34c’s.

I climbed off of Carol and sat on the edge to watch the Amy and John Show. Carol joined me and asked for help undoing her maid’s outfit. I unzipped her and the two of us sat back down with nothing on but our black thigh-high hose and heels. Seeing her husband face-fucking the young girl turned her on again.

“You daughter is so hot!” Whispered Carol, stroking my boob.

“Oh, she’s not my daugh---,” I started, foolishly revealing our secret.

“We know. That’s what the stupid bet was all about,” admitted Carol.

“Oh really?” I asked.

“There was just something about seeing the two of you together, and the way you acted. Anyway, John bet me that you two weren’t related,” said Carol, scooting off the table.

“So how did you know that for sure?” I asked, climbing down to join her.

“The walls. See, the walls in this old place are damn near paper-thin, and we heard you girls, shall we say, getting to know each other,” she smiled, and peeled Amy’s red dress down.

Throughout our little chat, Amy never lost her focus on servicing John’s cock. She had no trouble deep-throating him, as we sucked her tits and toyed with her pussy. Sensing John’s impending climax, Carol jacked her husband’s erection, until he exploded into young Amy’s waiting mouth. She masterfully swallowed his entire load, and had an orgasm of her own at our hands.

After dumping two healthy loads of cum, John was wasted. The three of us women were just getting started. We left him panting in the dining room and went to the parlor. There was no room for pretense now, as we stripped off our remaining lingerie. The two big boobed women, Carol and I decided it was time to gang up on unsuspecting Amy.

“Hey, what are you two up to?” Amy asked, suspiciously.

Our leering eyes and roaming hands must have tipped her off that we were up to no good. We gently had her sit on an antique loveseat. Starting off on top, we French-kissed her ears, then her tender shoulders. 

“I want a taste of those firm tits,” said Carol, taking one of Amy’s tits in her mouth.

“Personally, I think her young pussy needs attention,” I remarked, and slithered to the floor between her long legs. 

Spreading her outer lips, I took my first taste of her fresh pussy. I’ve licked my share of pussy, but never one so silky smooth or delectable. Her high-pitched moan told me to carry on. Lifting her legs from the floor, I brought them over my shoulders. Her scrumptious, thick juices coated my face, as my tongue split her inner lips to find her clit. Her legs locked behind my head. Those toned athletic thighs gripped my head, as she frantically bucked against my face. I stopped tongue-teasing her clit and sucked on her swollen button. For the first time I tasted the semi-sweet juices of a real female ejaculation.

“Oh GOD! Mommy, DON’T STOP… DON’T STOP! Mommy, she’s sucking my tits SO HARD! OH GOD… OH GODDDDD!” She screamed in that little girl voice, and shot out more love juice.

Amy must have had three orgasms before I finally felt her legs go limp. She collapsed on the loveseat and sank to the floor, trying to catch her breath. Her extended swollen nipples were red, almosy to the point of bleeding. Carol, back on the loveseat, was still on fire; hastily trying to fist herself with one hand and tugging on her boob with the other. The well-built country blonde was too enticing to pass up. I leaned over and sucked on her other tit and replaced her hand with mine in her snatch.

“Oh Mommy,” she mimicked. “Are you going to fuck me?” She half-asked; then winced when I eased my slender fingers into her hole.

“Momma’s going to fuck you hard, Baby” I whispered, and forced my entire hand inside her vagina.

Carol’s eyes got as big as saucers, as her cunt lips tightened around my wrist. She let go of her boob and grabbed her knees. Pulling her legs up and wide open, her expression changed from lust to one of disbelief.

“Barb, I thought that fisting stuff was all make-believe!” Said a revived Amy, over my shoulder.

“Amy, does it LOOK real? Then it probably IS,” I murmured.

I could hear the wheels turning is Amy’s brain, as I continued to please Carol. Quick-as-a-bunny in heat, Amy joined Carol on the small loveseat and hoisted her legs to me.

“C’mon Mommy. Fuck me with your fist too!”

The sight of two desirable females showing their pussies like that was a bit surreal. My first feeling of amusement was replaced by the eroticism of the idea of fucking these two women simultaneously.

“Yes Mommy, I think that’s something we’d ALL like to see,” said John, entering the parlor, now completely naked.

Seeing him for the first time in the raw was captivating. His rock-hard abs and muscular upper body only served to compliment his strong legs and tight ass. Mister tall, dark and handsome was a regular stud. My right arm was on autopilot working his wife’s pussy, while my left hand massaged Amy’s delicate fuck hole. I always considered it the ultimate of compliments to have a man whack his boner in front of me, and this time was no exception. My wet pussy dripped with anticipation when he came at me from behind. He assumed a doggie-style position, leaned over and played with hanging jugs. I felt the warmth of his full erection slide down my asscrack. Grabbing hold of his cock, he inched just the tip of it inside my slippery lips and stopped.

“Don’t tease me John. Please?” I begged for more.

“Why not Mommy? See how you’re teasing Amy?” He whispered.

I realized Amy had never been fisted before, and she might not be able to deal with it. But this was no time to think of lack of experience. If I was going to get fucked, then so was she. It was as simple as that.

Lubrication was not an issue. She was every bit as ready as Carol; maybe more so. Bringing my fingers together, I slowly rotated them inside her outer lips. At the same time, John inched about a third of that lovely cock inside my anxious pussy.  I saw her body tense up, but I kept rotating and screwing my pointed hand into her vagina. John gave me another inch or so. I looked up to see Amy’s eyes roll back and she let out a loud scream.

“NO, NO! Mommy, I can’t take anymore! Please Barb!” 

My fist was in her to my knuckles, so I knew it might be painful. Deciding I’d better retreat, I started to pull back, when John flexed his cock and shallow-fucked my pussy. My need to have his full thick meat was too strong. I shoved my hand totally inside her. In turn, he shoved his entire length into me. Amy and I both let out equally loud grunts.

“OK, you pussy teaser, time to fuck Mommy GOOD, God Dammit! FUCK ME!” I yelled back at him.

He grabbed hold of my wide, mature hips and started giving his cock to me. From tip to base, he sank all of it inside me. Over and over again, until my body lunged forward with each strong thrust. This drove my hands deeper inside Carol and Amy’s cunts. The four of us alternated screams of pleasure and pain with primeval grunts. John was relentless and kept up his assault on my aging pussy. I felt myself cum twice against his stiff rod and wondered how much more I could stand, when he pulled his slimy organ out.

It flashed through my brain that he still hadn’t come yet. Suddenly I felt his slick prick at my asshole, and knew what he must be after. 

“Yeah Baby! Fuck Momma in the ass! Go ahead!” I yelled, and spread my legs wider apart.

He got to his feet, bent over me and slowly, but deliberately stuck his saturated tool into my puckered hole. Driving it deep in my rectum, I finally felt his balls on my pussy. From that point on, everything seemed like some twisted erotic dream. I went in and out of conscious awareness, while he drilled my ass non-stop. Like alternating pistons, I fucked Carol and Amy, until their orgasms became a blur. John’s rhythm finally slowed and I felt his hands tear into my hips. The wet warmth of his cum shot into me and oozed from my ass. I pulled my arms and hands from the pussies and tightened my ass to squeeze out any remaining spunk.

The three of them scampered off together for a communal shower. I lay flat on the floor in a crumpled, exhausted mess. I wondered how much more group sex, especially with youngsters, my tired old self could handle. 

At that moment, part of me longed to be back home in my old husband’s arms. Yet, another part was kind of looking forward to a night of quiet tender caresses with my new Literotica lover, Amy. Aah, the sweet options of being bi!