0 comments/ 87584 views/ 0 favorites Second Date By: The Pussy Barber I woke up to the sound of noise coming from the next room. It was daylight Sunday morning but I didn't know what time it was. I got up and wandered into the next room and found Barbara in the bathroom but the noise wasn't coming from her. She wasn't dressed yet and I asked her about the noise. Her 36" tits were making my horny again. She asked me how I enjoyed our date together and told her it was great. She said she loved it too and she was horny again. Just then she walked toward, me took my hand and led me to the room where the noise was coming from. She opened the door and on the bed a foxy girl and her boyfriend were in full swing. She told me it was her sister Janet and Mark. Janet was just as well build as she was and just as horny. Her boyfriend had his dick up her ass and she was moaning in pleasure. She saw us in the doorway and told me to come in. I looked at Barbara and she nodded "yes". I walked in and she followed me in. Now my dick was fully awake and wanted to get in on some action. I got in front of Janet and started kissing her and massaging the outside her pussy with on hand and caressing her tits with the other. Meanwhile, Barbara got behind Mark and stroked his long dick while he was sliding in and out of Janet. She pressed her body against his back and was starting to fondle the crack of his ass. My aching dick was begging for attention. Janet wanted to be massaged. So I penetrated her insides with my fingers. She moaned more as I gently stroked inside her. She was dripping wet and wanted more. As she moaned and got closer to her climax she kissed harder and we sucked on each others' tongues harder. She asked for another finger inside her. Not wanting to disappoint her, I entered another and soon after another. I didn't wanted to damage her and her pussy opened up and relaxed just long enough to let me in. Finally she yell "Yes! Yes!" I had entered my whole hand inside her up to my wrist. I moved my hand gently at the same rythem as Mark was sliding his tool in and out of her back side. Janet started shuddering in the wild ecstasy of orgasm and her juices came flowing. At the same time Mark started cumming, Barnara pulled him out and grabbed his tall cock and sucked on it to get all the cum. At the same time, I slowly took out my dripping hand in insert my waiting dick to feel the throb of her pussy. As her sensation subsided, I started feeling the massive pleasure wave build inside me. She sensed this, pulled me out, she laid back on the bed, slipped under me while I was on my knees, and placed my dick between her breasts and pressed them together so I could tit fuck her. She massaged her tits and nipples and I came and she spread the cum all over herself. By then, Mark was done with his load and when Barbara saw me cum all over her sister's chest, she let go of Mark's flaccid dick and started licking the cum off Janet's chest. The 2 sisters seemed to become desperately hungry for cum. They started pushing each other for a position to get the drops of cum. As my orgasm ended, they were both trying to suck the drops off my dick. I grabbed a tit from each girl to try keep cumming and have the moment last longer. As I relaxed, Janet lay quietly, still enjoying the sensations of her massive orgasm. Barbara was eager to get her turn, so Mark worked with her tits and started sucking on her pussy vigorously. Although he was still out of commission for a little while, he was glad to help out a girl in distress. Barbara arched back and tilted her head back as if the motion would draw his tongue deeper inside her. She wanted more and had a finger in her mouth as if she wanted to suck on a dick at the same time. Unfortunately, I wasn't ready for another round yet. Then Janet saw the desire in Barbara and got up and walked toward the closet and opened it. On one shelf was a huge rubber cock. It had veins like copper plumbing and must have been 12" long and 4" in diameter. It had the right flesh color and looked almost real. Janet stuck it inside her once about half way to get some of her pussy juice on it and went to Barbara. She gave it to her and Barbara started sucking on the end of it. She looked like she wanted to get the whole thing in her mouth. That cock seemed to be the thing she was missing for the moment. She came in a massive orgasm and shook the whole bed. Mark was still eating her and licked up all the juices that flowed from her. Then she started relaxing and absorbing the pleasure of the feeling of her orgasm. She put the rubber cock next to her and stroked it as she continued to enjoy the feeling inside her. We all relaxed quietly next to one another. I was thinking about the experience we had just had. I glanced at the clock and finally noticed it was 10:30 in the morning. The day was still young. As it turned out, we stayed with each other the rest of the day to try out some more new experiences. Second Date The Second Date… After constant badgering, emails and phone calls you finally agree to meet me for a casual dinner and drink date. It’s a warm Spring evening and as I am driving to the truck stop on Route 56, I run my check off list in my head, shaved legs, used lots of baby lotion so skin would be very soft. I manicured my nails the night before taking great effort not to smudge the polish. My long dark hair was in perfect place with the soft shiny banana curls falling over my shoulders. The outfit I picked out for the spring night was a simple pair of navy Capri pants, a white low-cut cotton gauze blouse with a white pair of slip on sandals. I had lost 35 pounds since the last time we met and I just felt like a million dollars. I was so nervous… I didn’t want anything to go wrong. I checked my make-up as I stopped at the 4-way stop. I look over at the truck stop and search for your truck. My heart starts skipping beats when I think about you standing me up. I had worked so hard for this night and you weren’t even there! My heart totally stopped when I seen you pull your truck into the parking lot. I noticed that my hands were getting sweaty and I try to calm myself down. I pull up next to your truck and step out of the car. With my stomach in knots I walk over to the truck, finally making eye contact with you as you step out of the truck. Seeing your beautiful eyes and long eye ashes I feel a small shutter throughout my body. Yearning for at least a hug, but don’t want to make you uncomfortable, I ask you where you want to eat. After great debate, we agreed on Chinese at a little restaurant in town and left together in my car. I can feel the tension in us both. You fidgeted with your jacket zipper the entire way to the restaurant. We talk about the weather and such on the way there, but I can’t quit thinking about how good you made me feel the last time that we met. As we get out of the car and start walking for the door, I feel your hand reach out and brush against mine. First instinct was to put my hand back out there and that’s when your fingers entwined around mine. This really started my heart beating faster. When we walk in I can sense a lot of eyes watching us. But that didn’t stop us from chatting and giggling all the way through dinner. Sitting across from you listening to you talk, I imagine feeling your mustache tickling my lips. Shaking those feelings off, we pay for our meal and decide to have a drink at a quiet bar. I suggest going to Roxie’s, a small country bar where I know we could have some drinks and play some pool. The bar is kind of quite, there’s only a few older men sitting at the bar. We played a couple games of pool and after you won the last game, you inform me that I HAVE to dance with you for losing my game. I just kind of laugh, but you walk over to the jukebox and played a slow country song for us to dance too. We danced to the song “We Danced”, which is one of my favorite songs. You held me close to you. So close I was afraid you could feel my heart beating. As you squeeze me closer, I feel your lips against my neck. You chuckle as you feel me jump when you blew in my ear. We stood there in each other’s arms long after the song ended. I finally whisper in your ear that the song was over you let go. When you let go of me and we started walking back to the table, my legs almost buckled. My nervousness about whether you were enjoying me and my company subsided when you ask me if you could give me a kiss. I didn’t have to say a word. You can see my answer in my eyes when I look at you. You lean closer and softly lay your tender lips on mine. It was such a light and teasing kiss it just wasn’t enough. But I’m not going to push. We sat there side by side with our legs touching as we talked and laughed about our everyday lives. All the while my thoughts dart in and out of that kiss and you holding me in your arms. Getting the nerve up or the beer finally loosening me up, I lean over and whisper in your ear that I’d like another kiss. You look at me and say, “I thought you would never ask!” Only this time when you lean over, you put your arm around me to pull me closer into you. You pressed your partially opened lips against mine, lightly pulling my lips apart so you can slide your tongue against my lips. Oh, what a hot kiss! That kiss started a burning inside me. When you reached for your beer I ran my hand up and down your leg letting it rest on your thigh. That’s when I noticed that you have the same arousal feelings that I have happening. A small moan escaped my lips as you put your arm around me tell me we should go but you don’t know if you can walk. Not wanting to make the situation worst, I remove my hand and excuse myself to the ladies room. Realizing that I have to take you back to your truck now and end this wonderful evening sobered my mood. I walk back to the table and finish my drink. I was having such a good time I didn’t want it to end, but I asked if you were ready to go. As walked to the car I felt you following me to the Driver’s side. I thought you were going to open the door but instead, you pulled me back to you. You turn me around and gently kiss my lips. Then just like before you gave me a long, deep, passionate kiss. I tried to compare it to our first meeting but I have concluded that all of your kisses are good! I hear your sexy sounding moans as you back me against the car and hold onto me tight. No rain tonight I thought. Sometime had gone by standing there in your arms when you stopped and said you need to get to the truck. Okay…here it goes. This is where he’s going to get me all hot and bothered and send me home again. Trying not to let you see my disappointment I get in the car and start driving back to your truck. I turned the radio on so that we didn’t have to talk. I didn’t know if I could speak without crying and I didn’t want you to see my tears. Then out of the blue you reach out for my hand and place it on your thigh. You run your finger over my palm causing me to giggle like a high school girl. My mind was winding. I wasn’t sure what was going on. The emotional up and down roller coaster was almost too much. As I pulled up to your truck, you pull me over to you and start kissing and biting my lips jabbing your tongue in and out of my mouth. Damn, there was some hot and heavy kissing going on in that car. Because I am afraid this could be the last time I get to touch you, my hands couldn’t stay still, I had them all over you, rubbing, touching and caressing you everywhere. When we parted for a breath of air, I placed my hand on your crotch and moved my fingers as if I were tickling your balls. You start rubbing and caressing my breasts. Then you stop! You pull me back and look deep in my eyes. You ask me if I am ready to go home. At that moment I couldn’t hide my disappointment any longer. “No, I’m not ready to go home but it sounds as if you are!” Before I could say another word, you opened your car door and told me to follow you. My heart started pounding faster. The anticipation, the alcohol, lust, everything was driving me insane. I followed you out of the truck stop and onto Likens road turning into the Best Western hotel. You walked over and opened my car door for me and you guide me by hand into the hotel lobby. Giddy with excitement, I smile as I listen to you ask the attendant for a room with one bed. Minutes later, we were headed down the hall to room 120. As you slip the card through the slot, I run my hands down your butt cheeks, reaching way under to cup your balls. As soon as you open the door, you quickly pull me in the room, slamming the door behind me. You pull me into you and kiss my neck. Both of us were running our hands over each other’s body. You lay me down on the bed and slide up next to me and start kissing me while your hands reach under my blouse and start rubbing my nipples. You start unfastening my Capri’s, standing me up you let them fall to the floor showing that I have NO undies on! You finish unbuttoning my blouse and remove my lacey bra. You just stand there and stare. I start pulling your t-shirt out of your jeans and you finish taking it off as I unfasten your jeans. You kick your jeans to the side and lay me on the bed. I notice you have a nice size bulge in your briefs. “That’s not fair, I’m completely nude, you should be too.” All you can say is “I can’t wait”. You lay down over me, kissing my lips and squeezing my breasts. Kissing your way down from my neck, I feel you suck my large nipples. As you kiss and suck my breasts, you run your hand down to my pussy and start fingering me. Feeling how wet I am, you moved your lips and tongue down to my crotch and started licking me like crazy. I was so turned on by this… You ran your fingers up to my mouth and I licked your fingers clean of my sticky wetness. Almost as soon as your tongue ran up and down my clit, I came. I was so turned on by all I couldn’t help it! You keep licking and sucking making me squirm, moan, cry and squeeze your head with my thighs. When you notice that my breathing has picked up and I was starting to buck your face, you slide one of your long fingers in and out of my dripping wet pussy almost sending me to the point. You keep your pace with your tongue and finger adding another long finger was more than I could take. I grab your head and push you deeper in me and cum all over your face. You look at me as you stand and to kick off your briefs. Damn, you are such a hot lover! All I wanted to do was make you feel as good as you made me feel. But again, you had other plans! You flip me onto my knees and stand behind me, slowly running your big hard cock down my pussy, teasing my clit…. before sliding it, inch by inch in me. It was nice, tight, warm and wet! After 3 or 4 thrusts you finally have it all in! I reach under to feel your cock as you slide it in and out of me. You reach up and grab my boobs, pulling me onto you deeper and deeper. I stay there… holding and sucking your cock in with my pussy… Feeling you fill me completely and perfectly. Each time you pull your cock out you feel my pussy suck on your cock. You are start moaning, calling me your “personal slut”, and smacking my ass as you fuck my cunt. I reach under and start rubbing my clit letting; my fingers touch your balls as they slap against my ass. As you are get closer and closer to cumming, you start really pounding me. Calling my name over and over as you feel my pussy wrap tightly around your cock. Faster and harder, then you slam it in hard and hold it there, shooting your load into me. I feel my pussy get wetter and hotter. You pull out and lay down next to me. I notice your cock is still hard… and it needs cleaned up! I run my hands up and down your bare chest, letting my hand brush against your cock. Finally, I lean over and started kissing you. My kisses were short as I worked my way down your chest and to your thighs. I kiss and lick your inner thighs making your cock twinge more with each lick. Finally I lick you from your balls to the tip of your cock. I watch your face as I put the head in my mouth and run my tongue over the ridges. You close your eyes and lay back to get more comfortable, smiling. I start licking your shaft like a small child would lick a lollipop. Your cock getting harder and harder. I start sucking your cock, taking in as much as I could without gagging, Keeping the steady rhythm, I gently cup your tight balls. Pre-cum oozes from the slit when I stopped sucking and stood up on the bed. I squatted directly over your cock and slid down on your hard shaft. You can feel my wet pussy as I bounce up and down on your cock. Rubbing my tits in your face you grab them and start pinching and pulling my nipples, sending shivers down my spine. I tell you that I am close to cumming and you groan you are too! Suddenly, I came and I cum hard, feeling it run down my thighs! You tell me you are real close to cumming. I tell you not to cum in me. I want you to shoot it all over me! Shoot it in my mouth! I quickly slide up off your prick and position my face over your cock with my mouth open and so you could see me… You grab my ass and slide a finger in my wet pussy at the same time ropes of white cum shot out of your cock and all over my face. Large streams of cum shot all over my breasts and nipples. I put my mouth over your cock and suck what was left remaining. You jerk around a bit and beg me to stop. Teasingly I tell you the only way I will stop is if you shower with me. … Second Date I had met Lisa through an internet dating service. We had already gone out on one date. Nothing in her e-mails or our phone conversations had prepared me for what our first date was like. Not only did we have sex, but it was definitely on the kinky side. I couldn’t wait for our second date. I picked her up at her house and we went out to dinner. We talked about our jobs, our ex-spouses, and a lot of other things. Only once did the conversation turn to sex. With my salad I had ordered blue cheese dressing. Leaning over to my side, she put her finger in my salad and pulled it out with a small dollop of dressing. Showing it to me she said “Remember what you promised last time?” I don’t remember making any promises, but I knew what she was talking about. She wanted me to go down on her after sex and lick up my own come. “We’ll see,” I said. She was getting a little upset. “No, I don’t see. Either you promise you’ll do it or you can leave right now.” “Ok, ok, I promise.” I didn’t want to do it, but I guess my desire to have sex with her got the better of me. At her place, we once again sat on her couch and made out. This time, however, she wasn’t reaching for my cock, so I made the first move. I slipped my hand under her dress and reached her panty-covered pussy. I moved off the couch and knelt in front of her, moving my head up towards her pussy. Her sweet scent smelled incredible. Moving her panties to one side, I began to tongue her pussy lips and licked slowly around her clit. It was getting to be too much for her, so she stopped me so she could undress completely. Now, totally naked, she sat on the edge of the couch with her legs spread wide. I watched her as she fingered her own pussy. I leaned over and began to suck the juices of her fingers before resuming eating her cunt. “Fuck me now,” she screamed. I pulled my pants halfway down my legs and my cock sprang out of my underwear. I moved my cock to her opening and began to slide it in. “Your cock feels so good inside me. Keep fucking me... fuck me hard” She was more vocal now than the last time we had sex, and it was turning me on. The more she screamed about me fucking her, the closer I was to coming. “Oh yeah... fuck me... fill me up with your hot come... and then you can drink it.” That was all it took from me. Hearing her say those words made me lose control and I came inside her pussy. I was spent and was about to get up when she said, “But honey, I didn’t come yet.” I knew what I had to do, so slowly I pulled out of her sopping cunt. She moved her hand down to prevent any leakage. I kneeled down in front of her and I could see me come starting to drip through her fingers. “Come on, hurry, before it all leaks out. Now, eat my come-filled pussy, baby.” I began to lick and suck her and I tasted my own come. She kept her hand on my head and squeezed her legs together slightly to keep me pinned. The funny thing was that my cock had got instantly hard again as soon as I began to eat her out. It was still hard after she came herself and finally let me up. “Did you swallow it, or did you save some for me?” she teased. “Swallowed it, didn’t have a choice with pussy in my face.” She laughed and looked at cock. “Looks like your ready to go again.” She moved to the floor beside me and began to suck my cock. “I want you to come in my mouth this time.” While sucking me, she wet one of her fingers in her pussy and then put it at the entrance of my asshole. This almost always makes me come right away. As soon as she had worked her finger in an inch or so, I came hard in her mouth. Not missing a trick, she kissed me and let the come slide into my mouth. I swapped it back into her mouth and then she swallowed it. “Did you like that?” “I suppose so...” “I think you liked it better than that. I saw how hard you dick was after eating me.” I didn’t know what to say. All I knew was that I had gotten involved with a girl who was into some freaky sexplay. I honestly didn’t know what to expect next. Second Date We went out for some good Italian food. We had a great meal, we talked about how we were only going to be friends, and she said she didn't know whether she would ever have sex with me. I told her without hesitation that she would. She looked at me and asked, "You think so?" I said, "Absolutely!" She asked me how I could be so sure. I told her that I knew because the chemistry was so strong and whenever we were in each other's presence we always needed to touch each other. She agreed. After all, our connection was a spiritually-sexual one. It's one of those things where the connection transcends all boundaries. When two people are driven together by fate and chemistry, they will stop at nothing to be together. After about an hour of talking, drinking wine and in general, enjoying each other's company, I said, "Let's go!" She said, "Yea, ok." I paid the bill and we left. No sooner than we hit the parking lot, we began to kiss. Those kisses were enough to make me lose all sense of time and space. There was some kind of magic when our lips met and it was so fantastic that neither of us could resist their power. We got into my car and continued to make out - all the while, groping each other, rubbing each other and hungrily trying to eat each other whole. She said, "I want you!" I said, "I want you too!" "What should we do?" She said, "Let's go someplace where we can be alone." I said, "Ok, I know a motel nearby." and so, I drove us to the motel and got us a room. As soon as we got into the room, we turned the lights down and started kissing again. We kissed all the while, trying to take each other's clothes off without breaking the kiss. We clumsily and impatiently yanked at our clothing while trying to continue kissing. I got frustrated and stood up and took my pants down. I got them down around my ankles and tried to get them off with no hands. She pulled me closer and began sucking my erect cock while my pants were still around my ankles. I succumbed to the pleasure of her warm, moist mouth engulfing my already sensitive cock. I held her head as if to express my intense feelings for her – feelings that were intensifying by the minute. I finally gave up, broke the kiss and tried to simply step out of my pants but they were stuck on my shoes and tangled in my underwear. I sat down on the edge of the bed and kicked my shoes off and then muscled my pants and underwear off and at last... I was free. Then, I reached over and pulled her top off and then her bra. I pushed her down onto the bed, grabbed her pants and pulled them off with little trouble. I left her panties on and began to stroke her moist slit through her panties. I spread her legs further apart and began stroking her smooth tanned thighs. I turned her over and stroked her ass and ran my finger down the crease of her cheeks – just enough to titillate her and she let out a moan of approval. I grabbed her by the hips and began to pull her closer and dry hump her ass with my stiff and ready member. I ran it right down the crease of her ass – just as I'd done with my finger. I reached under with my right hand and began to rub her clit while I humped her rear end. I pulled her up close and then pulled her panties off, twirled them over my head and let them fly to I didn't care where. She laughed at my boyishness – I was so energized that I could have fucked all night. As much as I wanted her, that's exactly what I was thinking. I turned her over and spread her legs, stroking their length and feeling their smoothness. She has the smoothest skin and perfect legs and butt. In fact, whenever I would see her in those tight fitting pants she wears, I always get sprung. I was so ready to take her but I didn't. I leaned back so that my cock stuck way up and told her to suck me again. She eagerly complied and I just lost myself in that perfect moment. She grabbed my cock, began to stroke it, and started licking my balls. That drove me insane and I let her know it by saying Oh... that feels so fucking good! I sat up, pushed her onto her back and started working my cock slowly into her – not inserting the whole thing yet but just inserting it about an inch or two, pulling it out and rubbing her clit with it and then sticking it in a little deeper – working it in circular motions and putting in a little deeper. By now, she was sopping wet and I wanted to ram it home and really fuck her good. I got on top and started fucking her and kissing her as if my mouth was fucking her mouth. We both enjoyed kissing each other so much that most of the time while we were fucking; we continued to kiss. I reached down under her ass and cupped both of her cheeks, pulled her closer as I worked my throbbing cock in and out of her wet pussy. We fucked and fucked harder, fucked faster and fucked faster. We were at such a fever pitch now that we both got so hot that we had to stop and open the window. We did and then I wanted to get right back inside of her. I knelt between her legs, grabbed a pillow and placed under her ass. I pinned her legs up over her head and spread her legs wide. Now, I had her exactly where I wanted her. I inserted my cock back into her pussy and began to drive my creamy cock as deep as it would go. I love this position because you can really get the cock in deep. I drove it to the hilt and kept a smooth and consistent rhythm – fucking her harder. As I fucked her, her pussy began to make these sloshing sounds and that drove me crazy! I started fucking her in a way that would make more of those noises – as I did; she just got wetter and wetter. We slowed down for a minute - allowing our heart rates to come down a bit but we continued kissing and stroking each other. I wanted to taste her wet snatch so I pushed her down and began to suck her clit and massage her G-spot. She moaned and squealed and I took her to orgasm. I loved the feeling of her juicing in my mouth and cumming all over my face. Her lips were spread apart and wet – she grabbed my head and began to rub my face in the center of them as if she were trying to get my head inside of her. Damn! I loved it when she did that! I could have almost cum at that instant. When she was finished cumming, I gave her a big wet kiss and we kissed like that for at least a couple of minutes. I love the feeling of kissing when my face is all soggy with pussy juice. I think she loved tasting it on my mouth too. We stopped for a minute but my cock was still throbbing and creaming. I needed to cum now. So, I bent her over, held her by the hips and began kissing her ass. As I did, she said, "I have been having a fantasy of you doing that to me." I said, "Really?" Then continued kissing her ass. I grabbed her by the hips, had her grab the headboard of the bed and began to fuck her from behind. She responded immediately and started moaning and squealing – saying, "Yes!" "Oh, yes!" " I said, "Do you like that?" She said, "Yes... I love it!" She arched her back and started cumming again and I fucked her with one thing on my mind. I didn't want her to ever forget this moment or me. I drove her to another orgasm. This one was even more intense than the first one and I watched her hands on the headboard go limp. I was ready to cum and I knew that it wouldn't take me long at all. So, I fucked her as if I may never fuck again and just as I was about to cum... I pulled out and pumped my load in a stream that shot all the way up her back! I pumped streams of white milky semen all over her back and some landed in her hair. I pumped my cock until it was bone dry! And I do mean bone dry. After all, I was still hard as a rock. I fell limp beside her and we both just lie there making quiet moaning sounds for a few minutes. I thought to myself that this was the perfect way to end our second date. Second Date (True Story) M/F A few years ago I was on a second date with this beautiful Latina girl. She was in her early thirties, 130 pounds, long straight brown hair to the middle of her back, brown eyes, and had great feet. Her toes were perfectly tapered. This was our second date, and we were sitting in my truck after dinner in a public parking lot at about 10:00 pm at night. We were just chatting and laughing when during the conversation, she put her feet in my lap. She was wearing sexy brown high heeled sandals, and I kept glancing at her feet. During the conversation she said "Oh you like my feet don't you?" I asked her why she thought that and she said she noticed I kept looking at them. So as we talked I started to massage them a little though the spaces of her arches of her sandals. While I did this she smiled and wiggled her toes while in her sandals. My cock began to get hard from this while in my jeans which were just under her ankles. She said while I massaged her feet through her sandals, "you really like this don't you?" I said I did. She then said I could take her sandals off if I wanted. I took her sandals off which revealed a pair of perfect size 7 Latina feet. Her feet were so soft, a little wide, with perfect soles and those hot tapered toes. I massaged her feet for a few minutes and then tickled them a little which she giggled while we talked. My cock grew harder and harder especially after I was tickling her feet a little. She felt the hardness under my jeans and began to run her toes over my hard cock which was still in my jeans. My cock grew so hard I could barely contain them in my jeans and she finally said "do you want to let him out?" Without a word, I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my rock hard cock which came out between her feet. She cooed and immediately began giving me a footjob. She used her soles and toes and worked my rock hard shaft up and down. My precum lubed her soles which I was watching in the moonlight. She began breathing heavy and never took her eyes off her hot feet working on my throbbing cock. She worked my cock for over 20 minutes until I finally started to cum all over her hot, sexy, soft Latina feet. the first burst squirted all over her legs almost up to her skirt, the second all over the tops of her feet and down her sexy soles. She then told me in a very sexy voice to massage the cum into her feet which I did. After that she asked me to drive her home. When we arrived she asked me to come in. She made me wait in the living room and a few minutes later she came out in a pink lingerie outfit that showed her nice ass, and athletic legs. We made out for awhile in the living room and my cock began to grow hard again feeling her legs around me and her passionate kisses on my mouth and neck. We went into her bedroom and she laid on her back and put her feet in the air. I immediately began to lick and suck her toes as I took out my hard cock and removed her thong underwear to expose her beautiful shaved pussy. I continued to lick her soles and even tickled them a little while licking her perfect soles. She would giggle a little but still breathe heavy. At this point we were not saying a word, just enjoying each others body. I finally got super hard to where I could feel my heartbeat in my cock. I began to thrust my cock inside of her for the first time. Slowly inch by inch as she moaned. The whole time I am still licking both of her sexy soles and toes which were together and extended right in my face while she was laying on her back. I fucked her harder and harder as I feverishly licked her super hot soles! She was moaning more and more as I pumped all of my rock hard nine inch cock in her. She finally started to cum and I spread her legs out as far as they would go to get as deep as I could inside of her while she was cumming. She finally climaxed hard and she let out a scream as I felt her pussy soaking in wetness. Her feet curled and her toes pointed while this was happening. Upon seeing this I pumped her super fast with my big cock and I began to swell. She felt this and used her legs to hold me in and I exploded my hot cum deep inside of her pumping loads of super hot cum deep inside of her tight pussy. I still fucked her but slower now, licking her feet again. She giggled more and told me was more ticklish after cumming. I finally pulled my cock out and sucked and tickled her feet for a few more minutes. I ended up spending the night at her house that night. I was so turned on I fucked her three more times doing that same scenario to her from 1:00 am - 11:00 am. I watched the sun come up through her bedroom window while I was fucking her hot little pussy and licking her ticklish soles at the same time. I only slept about an hour that whole night. it was one of the hottest foot fetish / fucking experiences I ever had. Second Date "WHAT?!" Natalie screeched, "What do you mean you aren't going?" "I'm just too exhausted for the bar scene tonight," Carly replied sheepishly, "Steve and I are going to stay in and watch movies until we pass out." "Ugh, seriously," Natalie replied impatiently, "I'm all dressed and ready. I wish you'd have called sooner." "I know, I'm sorry kiddo," Carly said, "I'm sure you and Lisa will have a perfectly good time without me." "That's the bitch of it," Natalie complained, "Lisa bailed too." "Oh, no. That sucks." "Yeah it does," Natalie agreed, "Oh well, guess I'll just start washing this war paint off and put the stilettos away for another night." "Aw...," Carly began, "Wait a minute! Why don't you call Andrew?" "NO!" As if bailing on her weren't enough, was Carly seriously suggesting she call that weird guy she and Steve set her up with last weekend? "Wait, Nat, hear me out," Carly argued, "I know there weren't any fireworks or anything but that doesn't mean you can't hang out. You did like talking to him at least, didn't you?" It was true that Natalie and Andrew hadn't exactly hit it off romantically, but she had enjoyed talking to him. He seemed to be a pretty good listener and could comment on music, movies and most current events with knowledge and ease. The ability to converse intelligently was not easy to find, as evidenced perfectly by the blank stare on her most recent date's face when she'd asked him his opinion on the crisis in the Middle East, and whether he'd read Twilight. "Yeah, he was fun to talk to," Natalie agreed, "But he'll think I'm hitting on him if I call randomly and ask if he wants to hang out." "No he won't," Carly promised, "He was bugging Steve to hang out tonight, so I know he's looking for something to do." "I don't know..." "I'll send him a text giving him the heads up that you'll be calling," Carly insisted, "You guys will have fun. And he always offers to drive, so you don't have to worry about staying sober!" That girl knows me entirely too well, Natalie thought. Carly knew Natalie was far too responsible to ever let herself get crazy drunk without a reliable, sober ride home. "Well...ok," Natalie agreed with less-than-subtle reluctance, "Just as long as you promise me this isn't some last ditch effort to set us up again." "I promise," Carly said, "You two made it pretty obvious last time that there's no chemistry between you. Besides, all I'm really trying to do here is get myself out of the doghouse." With that, Natalie agreed to contact Andrew and ask if he was interested in meeting up for drinks. What did she have to lose? She was already dressed to the nines in a sheer black top with silver sequins along the low-cut neckline, over a white cotton tank. Tight, dark-washed jeans accentuated her round ass, and black peep-toe stilettos further lengthened her naturally long legs. She'd spent an ungodly amount of time on her hair and makeup, and was pleased with the results she faced in the mirror. She'd used charcoal shades of eyeshadow and lots of eyeliner to create a smoky effect around her dark brown eyes, and toned things down with a simple nude lip gloss. Believing correctly that her intense eyes and sparkly shirt were accessory enough for the evening, Natalie chose a simple onyx ring to complete the ensemble. Natalie decided texting Andrew would be less intimidating than calling. She had his number programmed in her cell phone from the previous weekend and used it to send him a casual message, "Hey Andrew, it's Carly's friend, Natalie. Just seeing if you were interested in going out for some drinks tonight." Before she had time to feel regret or embarrassment, (or wonder if Carly had remembered to send the feel-out message), Natalie's phone rang. Shit. It was Andrew, of course. Why did some people refuse to understand that a text message means you either can't or don't want to talk? "Hello?" Natalie answered nonchalantly. "Hey, Natalie," a cool, male voice responded, "It's Andrew, I just got your text." "Hi, Andrew," Natalie replied. "So, your friends bailed on you tonight, too, huh?" Cute. Very cute. Natalie immediately promised herself that the minute he started acting cocky, she'd come up with a raging headache, or a critically-ill cousin and bolt. "Yeah, they did," she responded with a forced giggle, "Carly mentioned you were looking to head out tonight, too." "Sure am. Seems like a shame to waste a perfectly good Friday night." "Want to meet at Artie's Tavern at nine?" "Sounds good," Andrew agreed, "But can we make it closer to ten? I still have to hop in the shower, and I'm coming from the other side of town." "Oh, sure," Natalie said quickly, "But if you'd rather, we can go somewhere closer to both of us---" "No," he interrupted, "Artie's is good, and I can pick you up if you want. Carly said you live off of Reed so it'll be on the way for me." "Oh, um...ok," Natalie fumbled. She certainly wasn't used to men this agreeable. Or generous. "Ok, great," Andrew replied, either clueless to her bewilderment or choosing to ignore it, "Text me your address and I'll pick you up at quarter till ten." Natalie agreed, thanked him, and ended the call. She had precisely an hour to kill and was already regretting letting Carly talk her into this. He obviously thinks this is a date, she thought, If he tries to pay, I'm fucked. The hour dragged by, until Natalie watched from her window as an older-model silver Volvo pulled up in front of her house. To her delight, he messaged her with "Hey, I'm here," instead of coming to the door. That would have been entirely too date-like. Natalie grabbed a red leather clutch and filled it with her credit card, photo ID, lip gloss and cellphone before heading out the door. She opened the door to Andrew's car and immediately noticed the last ditch effort he'd made to clear a spot for her by tossing all the crumpled papers, fast-food bags and half-consumed bottles of water into the backseat. His stereo was playing some screamer rock song she'd never heard at a fairly loud volume. "Hey," Andrew said, "Sorry I'm late." "It's ok," she replied, "Thanks for picking me up." "Do you like The Channings?"Andrew asked, pointing to the radio. "I don't think I've ever heard them," "Well, I don't know what kind of music you like, but I think they're great." "I like all kinds, honestly," Natalie said, "Whatever grabs my attention and feeds the mood of the moment." "And what exactly is your mood right now?" Andrew asked. "You really wanna know?" "Yeah," he boasted, "Tell me what kind of mood you're in, and I'll find a Channings song you'll like. Guaranteed." "In that case," Natalie flirted back despite herself, "I'm in the mood to get wasted and have some fun!" "Hell yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about," Andrew applauded, "And I have just the track for you." Andrew fiddled with the dials on his after-market CD player for a few seconds before a fast-paced, thumping rhythm filled the car, adding excitement and energy to the ride. "This is good shit," Natalie hollered over the imposing bass. When they arrived at Artie's, the place was already hopping. The majority of the lot was filled, and she could see through the front windows that people were already lined up at the bar. Andrew got out, and waited for Natalie by the trunk of his car. Why am I annoyed that he didn't open the door for me, she thought, This isn't supposed to be a date, remember? Together, they waited in the small line to have their ID's checked and armbands issued. Once inside, Andrew commented on the live entertainment. "This guy is great," he yelled above the noise, leaning into Natalie's ear, "Have you heard him before?" "I don't think so," she replied, "I love this song, though." Andrew made a run for drinks, which Natalie let slide only because she didn't feel like standing in line. While she waited, she scanned the room for an unoccupied pub table. The best she could scrounge up were two empty bar stools along the back wall of the room. Andrew turned from the bar carrying a Budweiser bottle and a mixed drink. Natalie waved him over to the corner she'd found and waited for him to navigate his way through the ever-thickening crowd. When he handed her the drink, she asked him what it was. "Alabama Slammer," he answered triumphantly, "A shot this fruity goes against my politics, but you said you want to get wasted, right?" Natalie sucked a deep breath in and laughed, "Cheers!" The sheer volume of the bar mixed with the high quality live entertainment eliminated the need for constant conversation. Nevertheless, the pair exchanged occasional sentences between songs. They discussed school and work -- Natalie worked full-time as a server at a high end restaurant while she studied communications part-time; Andrew was a cell phone salesman. "You mean you're that annoying guy at the kiosk in the mall wearing a bright pink tie who insists on accosting me on my walk from Macy's to Victoria's Secret!?" Natalie teased. "Close," Andrew corrected, "My kiosk is between Spencer's and The Pretzel Shoppe. And I wouldn't be caught dead in pink." They laughed and Andrew offered to pick up another round of drinks. After the third round, he switched to water and Natalie insisted on buying her own. Despite his declaration of Designated Driver status, Natalie insisted he allow her to treat him to a shot -- to thank him for saving her from a Saturday night spent home alone. Unable to agree on tequila or whiskey, Andrew flipped a coin and won. Armed with two shots of Jameson, Natalie could feel the familiar fuzziness slipping in around her as she made her way back to the table. She was being extra careful not to spill the drinks -- or reveal herself as a drunken klutz. They raised their shot glasses as Natalie, feeling giddy, introduced Andrew to her favorite toast: "Here's to you, here's to me, may we never disagree. But if we ever disagree... fuck you, here's to me!" After Andrew suffered his shot and stopped laughing hysterically, he noticed Natalie was a little unsteady on her feet. "Are you ok?" he asked. "Yeah, I'm feeling great," Natalie grinned, her sense of personal space a little impaired as she leaned in closer, "Don't worry, I won't get much drunker than this. I promise I won't let myself get sloppy." "Hey, as long as you don't puke in my car," Andrew laughed, "You can have all the fun you want to. I'll make sure you get home safe." Getting wasted in the company of a near stranger went completely against Natalie's politics. No doubt she was a partier, but never stupid enough to take the chance of getting herself into dangerous situations with unfamiliar men. Yet here she was, getting drunker by the minute with someone she'd only met once. Someone who'd driven her here and had been buying her drinks all night long. Where are the warning bells, damnit?! Despite appearances, Natalie decided this situation was a little different and inherently safer since Andrew was Steve's childhood friend. Somehow, Natalie believed if this guy were bad news, word would have trickled down via Carly at some point. "Well, in that case," Natalie agreed, "I'll have one more drink before we leave." Natalie made it back to the table with a respectable degree of agility just as the acoustic musician began the first chords of one of her favorite songs. "I love this song!" Natalie squealed, louder and closer to Andrew's face than necessary. "Me too," he chuckled, holding onto her waist to keep her from falling backwards. In response to his inadvertent touch (and all of the liquor pulsing through her veins), Natalie turned her back to Andrew and began swaying her hips to the music. Before she realized what was happening, Andrew's large, warm hands found their way to her waist once again. This time they landed a little lower, encasing her hips as he gently pulled her against him. Encouraged by his budding erection, Natalie upped the ante by grinding her ass against his crotch. Natalie's nipples stiffened in response to the wet heat of Andrew's breath along against the crook of her neck. She felt his hips begin to move in unison with hers as they braced themselves against the wall. Just as she began feeling a completely different sort of intoxication, Natalie was jarred into reality by the end of the song, leaving her in a puddle of sexual frustration and self-consciousness. "Shit, I didn't realize it was that late," Andrew said, blushing. "I didn't either," Natalie added, "I didn't even hear them say 'last call'." "Well," Andrew sighed, "I guess I'll go close my tab before they kick us out." Great, Natalie thought to herself, running her fingers through her hair nervously as she watched him walk toward the bar, I've made him uncomfortable by acting like a cat in heat. As the two walked toward the front of the bar and down the front stairs, Andrew kept a hand on the small of her back. When they reached his car, the only one in the back of the parking lot at this point, Andrew made no move to start the car. "I hate going home alone after the bar," Natalie muttered as she leaned her head back, the world spinning around her, "Such a waste of a good buzz." Andrew turned to face her, "I can think of better ways to use it," he said bluntly, as he placed his hand on her knee, running it boldly up her thigh. Natalie slowly turned her spinning head to face Andrew. The moment their eyes met, he moved in eagerly for a kiss. The tiniest moan escaped Natalie's throat in weak protest. Excitement overthrew reservation as Andrew used his tongue to part her lips and explore her mouth. His breath tasted and smelled deliciously of beer, strangely one of her favorite masculine scents, and his lips were full and soft. Andrew brought his hand to the side of her face as he continued kissing her, while the other hand mercilessly kneaded the wet spot of denim between her thighs. Natalie willed herself to pull away first, knowing this freight train wasn't about to stop. Sooner or later, the rest of the parking lot would surely take notice. "My house," were the only words she managed. Silently -- but obediently -- Andrew started up the car and pulled out of the lot. The next song on The Channings album was a complex, melodious piece with whining electric guitar rifts and slow, cadenced percussion. Once again, it fit Natalie's mood perfectly -- drunk and suddenly horny. Natalie leaned over to Andrew and kissed his neck as she raked her nails up and down the inside of his thigh. Fumbling with his zipper until it was all the way down, she used her tongue and breath around Andrew's ear in an earnest attempt to drive him wild. Steering with one hand, Andrew used the other to help spring his generous erection free of its denim restraint. Natalie bent to his lap and began intently sucking his cock, eliciting low groans and sharp breaths from her tortured driver. Before she had a chance to finish the task at hand, Natalie felt the car come to a stop. She removed herself from Andrew's shaft and fumbled in her purse for her keys. Zipped-up and semi-composed, Andrew quickly got out and made his way around to her side of the car. Oh, NOW you want to open the door for me, she thought sarcastically. Finally inside, Andrew and Natalie groped and clawed at each other's clothes as they fumbled their way through the dark, empty house to her bedroom. Andrew clumsily helped her out of the remainder of her garments with an odd sort of tender impatience. Natalie did her best to remove his black and gray dress shirt without sending buttons flying all over the room. The naked pair fell onto Natalie's bed, ready for it all to be over in a matter of seconds. Andrew was the one who took the time to slow things down to a deliberate, enjoyable pace. He used his hands to slide Natalie's arms above her head and hold them in place as he nibbled her earlobe and kissed her neck. Leaning into her this way, Andrew could feel the swell of Natalie's soft breasts and the stiffening of her nipples against his chest. Releasing his hold on her hands, Andrew smoothed his palms over her arms, breasts, soft abdomen and hips. Redirecting his mouth and hands, he settled into the smallish, round globes he had been sneaking glances at all night. He pressed his face between them, using his thumbs to tease and twist Natalie's nipples. Andrew continued his mission down her firm thighs and back up, spreading them to reveal the soft, wet opening between. Andrew ignored his urge to "dive right in", teasing instead with kisses along her inner thigh before using his thumbs to spread her smooth, swollen pussy lips. He took in full view of her pink center and the taut, red bud above her entrance. At the first flick of his tongue, Natalie let out an involuntary moan and thrust her hips slightly upward to meet his mouth. Andrew alternated the speed, location and shape of his tongue until her movements and sounds made it obvious which combination drove her crazy. "Oh, GOD, Andrew..." Natalie whined, "You're gonna make me come..." Andrew slid his arms under her hips to hold them in place while using his whole mouth to suck gently on her clit as his tongue flicked her into a frenzy. The mixture of sensations sent Natalie far over the edge. She dug her fingertips into Andrew's shoulders before grabbing his head at the apex of her orgasm, thrusting his face farther into her slick pussy. Natalie pulled Andrew's head from her lap as she struggled to stop quivering. She saw a concerned look on Andrew's face as she pulled him in closer for a kiss. "What's wrong?" Natalie asked cautiously. "Nothing," Andrew struggled, "This is amazing... I just--, I don't--, I mean... I didn't bring..." "A condom!" Natalie cried a little too enthusiastically, "In the nightstand!" Andrew no more than retrieved the condom from the drawer before Natalie snatched it away from him. He smiled to himself as he watched the sweetly stubborn, intoxicated girl fumble with the wrapper, decidedly intent on applying it herself. Once the ring was free of its wrapper, Natalie pushed Andrew onto the bed and climbed on top of him, straddling his thighs. When she finished unrolling the condom on his cock, Natalie positioned her entrance over his throbbing tip. Andrew reached for her hips but before he could use his grip to thrust himself inside her, Natalie scolded him like an insolent child. "Ah, ah ah!" she chided, "You're at my mercy now." "Please..." Andrew begged. Natalie lowered herself slowly onto just the head of his dick, flexing the muscles in her vagina to tease him with a pulsing sensation. She raised and lowered herself only on this outermost end of him, enjoying watching him squirm and beg for more. When she could no longer stand the anticipation, she impaled herself on his diamond hard shaft. This surprise sensation produced a sharp, appreciative growl from Andrew's throat. "Ah... fuck," Andrew moaned, "That feels amazing." Natalie continued to grind firmly against Andrew's pelvis, keeping the length of him inside her. In an alternate move, she leaned forward to give his mouth easy access to her tits as she worked her ass up and down, faster and faster. "Girl, if you don't slow down," Andrew cautioned, "This show's gonna be over." Heeding his warning, Natalie climbed off and laid on her back next to him. Andrew hovered over her flushed, fair-skinned body and used his strong arms to part her legs once again. The alcohol pulsing through his veins didn't hold a candle to the intoxicating effect this woman had on him. Using his hand to guide his cock to the opening of her engorged pussy, Andrew ensured that she was ready before using a solid thrust to gain entrance. Second Date "Ah.....!", Natalie screamed. "Did I hurt you?" "No," she reassured him, "It feels fucking amazing. Do it hard. Fuck me hard." Thoughts of baseball, Grandma and root canals did nothing to ward off the heat brewing in Andrew's balls. Knowing it was a matter of seconds before he came, Andrew went for it with everything he had left. He fucked the tight, hot essence of this virtual stranger, an utterly fascinating woman he'd only just met, with a confidence he never knew possible. Natalie seemed to sense his struggle. "Come for me," she purred, "I wanna feel you come." Andrew let out a cry of relief, pain and immeasurable pleasure as he released himself deep inside of Natalie. After thrusting the last drops of himself inside the condom, he collapsed on her chest, shuddering and struggling to catch his breath. Both Natalie and Andrew knew the odds were stacked against them. They both understood that a drunken one night stand is hardly ever the beginning of a substantial relationship. Not knowing what awaited them the next morning, Natalie stroked Andrew's sweat-soaked hair and asked, "Will you stay with me tonight?" "Of course," Andrew grinned, "You did say you hate to be alone when you're drunk, right?" Natalie nestled herself in the crook of Andrew's arm in the fleeting moments before sleep overtook her mind. She smiled as she imagined tomorrow's conversation with Carly. Second Date This is the sequel to First Date. ***** Big brown eyes looked up at me and blinked slowly, eyelashes swishing, "I've never used a vibrator before." She said in a low voice, muffled by rumpled blankets. "Oh really?" I replied, surprised and intrigued. Scooting down next to her on the wrecked bed, I pulled a blanket over my legs, and leaned over to kiss her shoulder that a large, saggy shirt with extra-large arm and neck holes left exposed from the elbow to the side of her breast. "No I never have." She said smiling as I kissed up her bare shoulder to her supple neck. "I would like to, but I just never have, I don't know how to use one." Sitting back I took her slender shoulders in my hands, and looked into her eyes saying, "I would be honored to be the first one to ever use a vibrator on you baby!" Leaning up her lips were nearing my own and her shirt slid down, showing a sensual curve, and the edge of a firm brown nipple. My hand found her breast as our lips met, and as she covered my mouth with kisses, she whispered in my ear, "Would you really?" "Yes! Oh god yes baby! Do you have any idea what a turn on that would be? Just thinking about showing you how much fun a vibrator can be is doing this to me." I answered her quietly in her ear as I rolled her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Moaning she turned her head to look as I lifted the blanket from my lap. Glistening wet, my cock bobbed up, growing harder by the second. Smiling she leaned over, and kissed the head of my now fully erect member. I moaned slowly, "Oh god baby!" as she wrapped her long tongue around the head of my cock. My back arched, and I watched as my throbbing head disappeared in between her lightly parted lips. She let her tongue trail up into the cleft on the bottom, sending jolts of pleasure racing up my spine while she prepared herself. Suddenly the light teasing turned to a slick wet tightness as she leaned down, and swallowed my cock! I felt her tight throat swelling around my throbbing cock as her soft lips slid down to my balls. She withdrew, and as she slid off me I quivered with pleasure. Her lips never left my body, she pulled up, and I felt her soft wet lips on the rim of my cock for an exquisite second, then she thrust down onto me again, and I felt my hard on bump into the back of her mouth. She tilted her head, and my thick cock squeezed into her throat again! The heat of her mouth, and the pressure squeezing me when she took me all the way down was new to me and I leaned back and watched in ecstasy. I was so hard I ached, my balls tight, and tingling; her mouth slid down, and I watched as her supple young neck swell as she swallowed the head of my cock; soft lips brushed my balls as she pressed down, forcing my hard cock into her tight throat all the way. The sight of her lips down on my balls with my full length inside her was amazing, and as her beautiful lips pulled back, sucking my glistening shaft as she pulled up to the tip, I pulled her up to kiss me. I crushed her to me, sucking on her lips, and drawing her long, sensual tongue into my mouth. I smelled pussy on her gorgeous lips; she had sucked my cock clean. I basked in her scent sucking on her lips to taste her. I pulled her loose shirt up, and pushed her back on the bed. My hands slid down her sides, brushing her full breasts on the sides. Sweeping my arms up, I cupped her breasts, squeezing hard. Her lips still tasted like my dick, which tasted like her sweet young pussy. Silky skin slid under my hands as I felt her from her luscious breasts down her sensuously curving hips, and petite thighs. I groaned with the intensity of my desire for her, worshiping her beautiful body with my hands, caressing her, I wrapped my arms around her, feeling her arched back, fingers creeping down to massage her perfect round ass. I slid my hands up, and down her body, kissing every inch of her lovely pale skin, down her neck burying my face in her breast I kissed her perky breasts and nipples, running my tongue down between them, and kissing her cute stomach. I felt her skin quiver against my lips as my kisses fell ever lower. My mouth stopped just below her belly button, and I kissed to either side, and down her thighs, teasing her with a light brush of my bottom lip on her beautiful little hood. Soft pink skin throbbed as my lips passed by. She was moaning, and her hips were leaning into me, following my lips. I lay my head on her thigh, and leaning over I pressed my lips to the soft pink fold of her cute hood, kissing lightly, and drawing in a deep breath of her scent, letting its sweet perfume fill me. My mouth watered and she writhed in anticipation under me. Her hips lifted up to meet my lips, and my hands slid under her wonderful firm ass, lifting her delicious, beautiful vagina up. I kissed lightly once, nuzzling my lips against hers; I worked my mouth into her soft folds. Velvety soft skin parted for my tongue, and I tasted her tender pink clitoris as I licked firmly up. Fingers clawed at the back of my neck as I crushed my face into her perfect vagina, my tongue flattened against her softest skin, eagerly licking her down to thrust into her tight little hole, tasting her wonderful vagina, licking hungrily, and kissing her perfect small lips, and her tiny hood, sliding my tongue up to push back the tiny pink fold. Her cute little pink clitoris twitched under my tongue, and throbbed between my lips as I drew her tenderness into my mouth, and gently sucked and kissed her. She wiggled and twitched each time my lips closed over her beautiful clitoris, and as her spasms grew more intense I felt her ass in my hands, fingers caressed her round cheeks, smooth, and firm trailing fingertips around to the cleft, sliding down between sensual firm cheeks, her pert young ass tilted up at my continued touch, and my hands massaged her sexy cleft, finger following the line of her spine down her sexy amazing ass, and her cute little ass hole eagerly swayed with the rhythm of my finger rubbing circles around, and pressing in to feel her superb tightness. I ran my other hand around to grip her wonderful ass from the other side, squeezing her firm cheeks, spreading sensually as my fingers explored around her gorgeous ass, feeling her thighs, and ass all over, fingertips slide into her wet hole. Tight muscles squeezed my fingers, and I devoured her throbbing clitoris. My fingers thrust deep into her, slick with saliva. I rubbed my thumb against her trembling ass hole, slick with saliva my finger slipped into her. Groaning and raking my shoulders and neck, she started to shake, her beautiful ass, and her tight little hole began to twitch and quiver. Muscles clenched around my finger in a rhythmic wave , her cute little ass hole quivered around me, and the wave rolled through her hips, her vagina , tight, and wet around my other finger, pulsed with the waves of orgasmic pleasure, hips, and ass twitching, muscles throbbing, she came for me. Her beautiful clitoris pulsed in my mouth, twitching, and swelling, and she exploded in a hot wet frenzy, hot cum dripping from her throbbing pussy, I licked, and kissed her, licking her vagina clean, savoring the taste of her orgasm. She went limp as the orgasm peeked; I lifted her legs up and thrust my tongue into her still quivering hole, tasting her cum and feeling the heat of her perfect vagina in my mouth. Slowly pulling up I looked down at her still form. Perky young breasts thrust up triumphantly in the air, rising and falling, supple thin neck stretched out, and luscious lips parted on a face beautiful, and serene. Panting, and still wracked with after throws her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were closed. "Did I kill you?" I whisper against her skin as I lean down onto her, my lips on her stomach. A smile twitched the corner of her sensual lips, and she lay still. "It's ok, you're a sexy corpse baby." I climbed over her, setting my knees on either side of her beautiful hips, her hips, and thighs tight together beneath me felt like silk caressing my sensitive balls as I straddled her. Lowering myself down over her I felt my hard cock press against her soft stomach, my balls felt the exquisite heat of her amazing vagina as they nestled down onto her sexy v shaped lap. My mouth dropped down onto her erect nipple, teeth dragged across lightly, then biting harder, feeling her firm young breasts against my cheek I worked my mouth up her cleavage, kissing her lithe neck, up to her ear, licking her sexy earlobe. I trailed my lips across her cheek, and kissed the corner of her mouth. Reaching down I felt her hips, curving down to her perfect little vagina, her legs pressed the silky lips of her pussy tight together. I worked my finger in, touching her clit, and sliding into her still throbbing hole, I guided my hungry cock down, rubbing her soft stomach, and slowly working the head in between her delicious lips, up against her beautiful clit, Then I slipped down, and slowly the swollen head of my raging hard cock penetrated her tight hole. I lay over her, holding her under me, and let my cock slowly slide deeper into her. Her tight hole stretched around my girth, her hips together making her already tight pussy even tighter, the visual effect was wonderful, and the feel of my balls rubbing against her soft smooth thighs amazing. I pulled her long sexy tongue into my mouth, and kissed her hard while I thrust into her hard, and deep. slipping my leg over hers I spread her perfect, sexy legs wide, my hard cock eagerly filled her hot little hole, hips crushed together my balls felt her wonderful ass as I buried myself deep into her, and she screamed , gasping as I pulled her hips to mine and held her there with my full length inside her. I kissed her and I bit her neck, my cock gyrating in her well fucked, dripping wet pussy. I gripped her sexy young ass, feeling her sensual crease, her pert cheeks squeezing my fingers as I gently massage her sexy little ass hole, fingers slick with her come slide into the dark tightness and she clung to me harder, gasping. I felt her body quiver again, as my finger thrusts into her faster and harder, keeping time with my swollen cock. We fell into a rhythm that grew more intense with every thrust until I was slamming my dick into her as hard and as fast as I could, and she just stuttered a low moan, and convulsed around my finger, and my cock. Her tremors squeezed my cock wonderfully tight, her vagina quaked, and clenched around me as I thrust deep into her, and shot my load. Hot sticky cum filled her, and we fell down together, my hands on her breasts, my cock still pumping cum inside her. We lay there and fell asleep. Waking up I felt her warm skin against me, my cock nestled up against her lovely ass was hard again. My hands felt the sensual curve of her waist, lightly caressing her wonderful ass, and lifting a firm sexy cheek my throbbing cock slid into her steamy wet hole. She moaned, and her ass arched up, thrusting my cock into her, I pumped slowly, savoring the tight wet friction in her perfect vagina. I felt the tingling and warmth spread out, rolling up the shaft of my engorged cock, and exploding into her hungry pussy. Her wonderfully tight hole sucked at my throbbing member, squeezing me tightly, and drawing the last spurts of cum deep into her! I leaned over her, kissing her nipple, and saying, "Good morning baby." as the last quivers of orgasm faded away. She smiled, and with a sleepy, half open, eye looked back at me, murmuring some unintelligible reply. I lay there feeling her sexy hips, and caressing her perfect ass for a few minutes, watching my cum slowly dribble out of her tight little pink hole. I ran my finger down the seam of her beautiful ass, working my hand down between her lovely ass cheeks so I could feel the smooth tender skin of her ass hole. She stirred as I touched her, knowing that I had not made her cum yet I slid down, and wrapped my arms around her waist, hugging her sexy ass and snuggling my face next to her gorgeous vagina. I licked the hood of her clitoris, pulling the sexy little pink fold up, and taking her sensitive clitoris in my mouth. She moaned louder as I sucked and kissed her, fingers probing her velvety smooth hole, penetrating her slowly from behind. My other hand worked up under my undulating mouth, finding the wet tightness and slipping in .I let my fingers work the back of her sweet little pussy, and the front of her wonderful ass hole, in concert, and I felt her ass squeeze my finger, her vagina throbbed around my other finger. Keeping my lips on her I ran my tongue down to her vagina, tasting my cum, and her sweet pussy. Her orgasm nearly knocked my off the bed, her body gyrating wildly as her pussy exploded hot, sweet, girl cum all over my hands and chin. I slowly licked her cum off of her quivering clitoris, and thighs, licking my fingers to savor the taste of her orgasm. Driving in to town with her I kept thinking about what she had said earlier. I was half hard all day thinking about slipping a vibrator into her for her first time, anticipating her ecstasy when she felt it for the first time. It was almost like taking her virginity! Stopping at a curb we looked up at the big purple neon sign, lovers. Walking in I scanned the mannequins in lingerie, and the racks of sexy clothes, then we saw the wall of toys, and soon were inspecting various dildos and vibrators. She was shy but eager, and I helped her pick one that wasn't too intimidating for her first time, and that would fit in her tight little vagina. We bought the toy, and left after spending an hour just looking. I saw whips, and bondage equipment, and she told me she would like to try that too. We decided that could wait. I wanted to tear off her pants then, and there, and make her cum for me, but we had to wait. She opened her new toy in the car, turning it over and checking it out from different angle. Seeing the sleek purple shaft in her slender hands made me rock hard. Back at my place we retired for the evening, eager to try something new. Sitting on the edge of my bed I leaned over, and kissed her, she kissed me back, and I felt her long sexy tongue in my mouth. My hands found her waist, climbing up to feel her perky young breasts. Squeezing her nipples made her gasp, and twitch. My mouth on her neck made her back arch. Her full, firm breasts against my lips made me quake, and throb, hard nipples in my mouth, and she fell back on the bed, her loose shirt pulled up to reveal beautiful up turned breasts. I fell over her, my mouth running down her stomach, biting her pants, and pulling them open with my teeth. I nuzzled my face down, and breathed deeply of her intoxicating scent. My tongue slipped out, and licked down her lower stomach as I pulled her jeans down to her knees, baring her amazing hips, and the beautiful cleft between her gorgeous legs. Pulling her pants all the way off I lifted her silky legs up, spreading her wide, and as her thighs parted, her lips parted for my tongue, and I thrust into her steaming wet hole, devouring her sweet clitoris. I reached up, and took the new toy from the edge of the bed, and turned it on low. A pleasant humming sounded, and I teased the vibrator around her breasts, nipples, down her stomach, and slowly all around her quivering wet pussy. She gasped when I slid the vibrator over her silken hood, twisting her hands into claws on the blankets as the new sensation rocked through her in waves of ecstasy. I gently licked her cute pink hood up off her throbbing clitoris, and as I pressed the slippery vibrator against her she screamed. Her body flexed up, and I slid my tongue into her again, licking her sweet wet hole while the vibrator worked over her pulsating, firm clitoris. My fingers slid inside her, and thrust deep, while I kissed her soft wet pussy licking at her silky lips while the vibrator sent rolls of pleasure through her. I felt her vagina so tight, and wet, suddenly spasm, convulsing around my fingers, and her clitoris swelled, throbbing as she orgasmed. Keeping the vibrator on her I switched, and my fingers found her smooth folds. The vibrator stretched her tight lips, slowly sliding into her dripping wet hole, she screamed again as she felt the vibrations inside you sweet young pussy for the first time. Her body kept convulsing, orgasming, continually until finally she fell back, limp, and exhausted. I smiled down at her. Lying there in the after throws, spent, hair flying, lips parted slightly. She looked like Venus, and I lowered my throbbing hard cock down onto her divine body, feeling her warm skin against me balls, sliding my cock down her cute stomach, and rubbing the pulsing head against her wet, slippery clitoris. I thrust into her hard filling her completely with my aching hard cock, her heat enveloped me, and I slowed down, and just lay with my twitching cock inside her, relishing her tightness, and feeling her fading, orgasmic convulsions around me. I brought the vibrator out, and massaged her hard twitching clitoris while I slowly pumped inside her, then I slid the tip if the vibrator down to tease around the edges of her vagina. The vibrations felt amazing coupled with her tight pussy squeezing me, then I slipped the vibrator in next to my cock, stretching her exquisitely around my now vibrating cock! I slipped it back out of her as she was so tight it barely fit the tip in, and as she started to quiver and shake, cumming again, I exploded inside her with a groan, and a deep thrust. Her body shook and collapsed, and I lay over her letting my pulsating balls pump hot cum into her in slowly fading spasms. Turning off the toy I looked down at her sweaty flushed face, she smiled bigger than I've ever seen her before, and pulled me close in a tight hug that ended with a shower of kisses. Second Date Boi When they say 'you can't go home again' I never realized they meant you could go home but everything will be different. As for me, well after getting out of the service and then bumming around LA for another couple of years with nothing to show for it, I decided to go back to my hometown. The city was the same, old and boring but my old friends had changed. They all had married or moved, hell even my old job had moved as the factory had closed down. I was sitting in my old room looking through the phone book I had used since high school when I came across Mary's name. God she was a sexy number I think I had a hard on the whole time we were together. We had dated a little after school and although she had blown me off for another guy, she told me she had really liked me. Rather than call I figured I'd just show up at her door and if I got lucky I might worm my way back into her life. After knocking, I started to feel silly, what if she didn't even live here anymore. I just started to turn around to leave when the door opened. "Johnny, is that you?" She threw herself into my arms, "Come on in, I swear I didn't think you'd ever come back to this old dump of a town." "Wow Mary you sure look pregnant, who the lucky father?" "Oh, I don't know John, doesn't that sound bad? I hope it's my boyfriends but he loans me out to his friends a lot, so I really don't know. It doesn't matter cause he won't do anything to help raise it anyway." "So do you think he might loan you out to me for a little fun?" "Gee Johnny, I don't think so, I just do black cock now, I tell you it's like a drug I can't get enough, and Terry knows it." She sat down next to me and her short dress pulled up enough to show off her large thighs. I guess I was staring and when she noticed instead of calling me on it she pulled her dress up higher. She leaned back to show me she wasn't wearing panties. "I remember you use to eat me real nice, you know I do miss that Johnny. Would you like a little taste right now?" She spread her legs showing off her gash and I was so turned on I just got down on my knees between her legs and as I was putting my face into her pussy, I saw the tattoo right above her clit. It was the ace of spades and below it said 'Black Cock only' "Oh god that feels good, just like old times. I swear John you could never be my man but you sure could be my pussy boy." Here I was between her legs as she was belittling me and instead of making me mad it was exciting me. I started rubbing my cock, when she noticed she realized she was turning me on. "You like that don't you Johnny, well go ahead take out your little white boy dick. You wanna be my pussy boy, don't you?" I didn't stop eating pussy but I nodded my head yes. "OK pussy boy just so you know, I'm always full of black man's cum. Even as pregnant as I am they still fuck me every day so you gonna be eating a lot of spunk but hell I eat it every day and I like it so maybe you will too." The next day I met her boyfriend and was that ever scary. Turns out, he was a gangbanger from the projects and he sure looked the part. Mary was just fawning all over him and she looked like a kid on Christmas morning when he took her into the bedroom. I sat on the couch feeling intimidated while I listened to her scream to the world that she was cumming, she was cumming. When he had what he wanted from her he left merely saying 'later' to me as he walked out the door. When Mary didn't come out of the bedroom, I went to investigate, only to find her on her back with her legs splayed and a glazed look on her face. Without saying a word, she crooked a finger to me, knowing what she wanted I knelt at her altar to black cock to get my first taste of a black man's sperm. Her pussy looked red and sore and I could tell her lover had used her hard for his own pleasure. I watched his cum trickle out of her cunt and down the crack of her ass. I lifted her massive thighs thus spreading the cheeks of her ass, and then with my tongue I cleaned her lover's issue from her crack up to her pussy. Once her ass was clean I put my mouth over her cunt and tried my best to suck out the cum left inside her. I guess the taste is an acquired taste but the more I thought of being made to eat this man's spunk the harder my cock became. So that's my lot in life, I'm nothing but a cleanup boy and now I love the taste of Mary's pussy when it full of black spunk. Mary says her girlfriends call me the second date boy and all I'm good for is cleaning up jizz and I guess they're right. Also I guess I'll never get to fuck her, she says it's because she's stretched out so much by all the black cock she's had. She says there's no way she could feel my little dick inside her. Do I feel inferior, yes but what's strange is this is all such a turn on for me and it's what I want. Second Date Passion Last night was my second date with Jason. He's a bit of a geek, but is smarter than hell and has a wickedly dry sense of humor. My history with men is spotty at best, always falling for the chiseled Adonis type, easy on the eyes but in the end dim witted and often cruel. Jason is a real change of pace for me, not at all the type of guy that I usually find myself attracted to. Our first date was eerily chaste, Jason being the perfect gentleman opening doors for me and never once talking to my chest ... he really seemed to be interested in me, which left me with a tingle in my stomach as well as between my thighs after he left me at my front door ... no grope, no proposition, just a sweet soft kiss and a wave as he headed back to the waiting cab. I called him the next day to ask him to dinner the following Friday. He was surprised and actually admitted to me that although he had a great time the previous night had not held out much hope for a second date rationalizing that most women like myself were put off by his geeky looks and shy nature. I guess I should explain that 'like myself' refers to a 5'7" 110 lb frame with small C cups, a flat stomach leading to hips that are just curvy enough to defy being described as narrow, green eyes with deep reddish brown hair above and lips that most men call 'kissable'. Just to complete the picture, the red hair and green eyes come with fair skin and a few freckles ... I am definitely not the heavy lidded red head seductress type but rather the all American girl-next-door. I have a few very close friends, a great paying job, an apartment on the lower West side of NYC and a family that lives just far enough away for me to miss from time to time. I digress, because for the story to make sense you have to know a little bit about my nature and why last night was such a surprise for not just poor Jason, but myself as well. For our second date I got us into a place in Gramercy that is very hot right now (my job affords me a little influence in the restaurant world). Jason came straight from work, wearing a nice two piece with a very nice tie. He was obviously nervous and dropped the small bouquet of flowers he was carrying as he stepped out of the cab in front of the bar. My stomach did that little flip again as he abandoned it in the grey curbside puddle and quickly ducked across the street to buy another one from a street vendor before coming into the bar. I was sitting at a high table a few feet off the windows facing the street and he did not see me until he came inside. I stood up as he approached, a huge grin splitting his face, I leaned in to greet him with a kiss, I think I surprised him but he quickly recovered and I received the same warm sweet kiss that he had left me with on our last date. As soon as our lips touched I got the same stomach flip and tingle as well. I felt a little off balance as I was for the first time in a long time worried I might screw up on a date. A few drinks and stories of his hellish work week had me laughing and at ease, when our table was ready I found myself wanting to touch Jason as I walked around him to follow the host. The dining room was cozy and romantic, the tables were spaced enough to afford a feeling of privacy for conversation without being stuffy and artificially hushed. Jason held my chair for me and then sat down, that same grin still plastered on his face. We talked and laughed, he asked me more about my family and job and even got me to 'fess up to an embarrassing college moment or two. Four splendid courses came and went form our plates and I barely remember a bite. As we sat laughing and talking over the dregs of our second bottle of Syrah something in the back of my mind clicked ... I really like this guy. I am still amazed by what happened next ... the click in my brain was followed closely by a soft buzz in my loins that I hadn't felt in a long time. The waiter appeared with a short list of deserts, my eyes scanned without much interest until I saw fresh strawberries with sweet mascarpone at the bottom of the list. I ordered them and excused myself to use the ladies, Jason stood as I did and in that simple act sealed his fate for the rest of the evening. I had come from work to the restaurant in a dark suit that was really only appropriate because it was Friday. The skirt was a little above my knees and the blouse was nearly sheer with hidden buttons and a clingy but not quite fitted cut to it. I shucked my panties and hovered above the seat ... I patted myself with paper to dry myself and sucked in a little gasp as my own touch sent a jolt of pleasure though me. I dropped the paper and ran my finger between my slippery outer lips. I stopped with the tip of my middle finger just resting on my clit ... my knees were weak and I could feel a fresh wave of heat and moisture rippling through my pussy. I decided right then that there was no way I was going to bed alone. I stuffed my panties into my bag, took off my blouse so I could do the same with my bra and put my blouse back on leaving the top three buttons open. I returned to the table to find desert waiting and Jason quietly appreciating an aperitif. I bent over as I sat down and Jason blinked double and I for the first time caught his eyes below my neck. I gave him my best demure smile and commented that I wish I had thought to bring a change of clothes to work with me that day for our date. His cool was cracking and I felt my cheeks flush as he was obviously struggling a little to not be distracted by my stiff nipples poking at the thin fabric of my blouse. I pushed the bounds a bit more when I slid my suit jacked off my shoulders, my breasts jutting out as I wriggled free and hung it across the back of my chair. I was rolling now and felt almost out of my body as I brazenly reached up and popped the fourth button of my blouse, leaving it open to the very bottom of my breasts. Jason was without a doubt rattled and I was getting hotter by the second watching him squirm. I picked up a berry, dipped it in some cream and fellated it as I stared into his eyes, my lips and tongue openly working the berry like the head of a cock, white cream clinging to my lips. Jason shifted again, looked me square in the eye and said "if you are fucking around with my head I'll never forgive you". I didn't say anything, but dropped the pump off my left foot and ran it up his leg until I was rubbing against his groin and a positively raging hard on. To his credit, he managed at this point to smoothly and quickly pay the bill and get himself standing with my coat draped over his arm to hide his obviously tented pants. As we walked into the early evening air I grabbed and kissed him passionately, my mons pressed against his hip and his cock against mine. He kissed me back with urgency and quickly pulled me to the curb with him to hail a cab ... Friday night in lower Manhattan is no easy place to get a cab, so we started out walking in the direction of my apartment hoping to find a cab somewhere along the way. We stopped periodically to neck like high school kids against a park fence or street lamp, with each interlude growing more urgent. When we reached Sixth Avenue I saw a large department store and decided that I was going to take things into my own hands. Leading him by the hand I dragged him into the men's section and onward to the dress clothing. The store was middle up-scale and a commissioned sales clerk greeted us as we entered. I quickly told him we needed some off the rack slacks and a shirt for a last minute trip to the Hamptons that night. Jason played along well, he was smart enough to stay in the story without knowing why he was there. Pants and a few shirts in hand we finally made it into a large dressing room for Jason to 'try the outfit on' in. There were mirrors on all three sides and a little raised platform in the middle for a fitting to be done on. As soon as the door clicked I was on Jason, our hands were roaming and my breath was coming in short ragged gasps. I worked the fly on his pants and they slipped to the floor as I bent at the waist tugging his boxers down as I went. His cock stood out at me, glistening with pre-cum the head was purple and obviously over inflated, I flicked my tongue at the tip and then just wrapped my lips around the head. He was just the right size, not big enough to make it hard to suck him but my no means small either ... perfect. Jason was working my skirt up over my hips and commented on my lack of panties as his first finger slid into my steaming center. I was ready to explode and out of my head with lust ... I looked out of the corner of my eye into the mirrors and was rewarded by a multi angle view of myself sucking cock like a porn star while Jason plunged two fingers in out of my dripping pussy. Just as I managed to let Jason's head into my throat his finger dragged slowly across my g-spot causing me to moan deeply into his cock ... his hips bucked and he hissed that he was about to loose it just in time for me to get my thumb onto the vein under his cock and squeeze hard enough to halt his eruption. He groaned almost in pain but managed to gather his composure for a second while I dropped to my knees in front of him. Looking up at him from under his shaft I softly told him that the only place I wanted his cum to land was onto my face. I let go of the surging vein and frantically started pumping him with my hand while pointing the tip of his cock at my open mouth ... 'cum on me' I urged as he grunted and sprayed what seemed like a gallon of hot, thick cum onto my waiting tongue and face. Panting and flushed, he looked down at me and mouthed the word 'wow'. I winked and told him we needed to move before we were discovered. I plucked my panties from my bag and used them wipe off as much cum as I could, but the globs in my hair were hopeless so I just left them. We thanked the obviously suspicious salesman and Jason bought the pants and shirt before we left to get to my apartment, we didn't fall asleep (pass out from exhaustion) until dawn. Our third date is tonight .... I think we're going to order in. Second Date Rimjob I arrived a little early to my second date with Chloe. I was nervous. She was definitely a cool girl, but she had a mischievous aura about her - I never knew what she would do next. I guess that would be expected because for all intents and purposes she really was still a stranger, but I felt a crazy kind of energy being around her. Tonight I was picking her up at her apartment, a nice place downtown. I had met her a few nights ago. We hit it off extremely well, to my surprise. Chloe had a quick, wicked tongue, coming across as classy and polite, but with the ability to turn to bawdy, low-humor with ease. She was exciting, and I was looking forward to another fun night. She didn't let me come into her apartment that first night, being surprisingly chaste and proper that evening despite some suggestive comments over drinks. That said, I was hoping for a repeat performance, a good evening, and maybe staying the night if she was willing, but I was cool if she wasn't - no need to rush. In short, I didn't know what to expect tonight. I knocked on her door, waited a moment, watched the door swing open, and there she was. Wow. She was even more stunning than I remembered, her auburn brown hair flowing down her back, deep blue eyes holding my own eyes in place even though I wanted desperately to lower them to take in her incredible body. She was wearing a cute outfit: tight green t-shirt with a black mini-skirt and sexy high-heels. I was starting to have reservations about taking her out, knowing what kind of attention I would have to compete with. She diffused my worries with a smile, reached out for my hand and took me inside. "Wow. You look incredible." I offered, lamely. "Thanks. You're looking pretty sharp yourself!" Chloe responded graciously and led me to the living room. "This is my roommate, Jessica. Jess, this is Jack." Jessica was a pretty redhead, with bright blue eyes. Her hair was bouncing in a ponytail as she looked up from the couch and smiled, "Hello Jack. I've heard a lot about you. You be good to my girl here." She looked at Chloe, "So. What are you two planning for the night?" "Just thought we were going to hit a bar or two." Jessica wrinkled her nose at Chloe's response. "Any suggestions?" I jump in. "Yeah. You guys should stick around, hang out here." Chloe looked doubtfully at me. "I don't know. What do you think? Stick around for a bit? "Sure. I don't mind hanging out here for awhile, having a few drinks beforehand." Jessica stood up. "It's settled, then. Let me get you two something to drink while you think of something fun for us to do." She moved into the kitchen. I looked at Chloe and shrugged. "You have something in mind?" "Actually, I think I do. I don't know why, but I was thinking earlier that it's been a long time since I've played truth or dare, and it was always so fun! What do you think? It might be a good way to get to know each other a little better." "Sure. Sounds like fun - I'm in." "What about you? Want to play truth or dare?" Chloe looked at her roommate Jessica as she was coming back into the room with two glasses of some kind of alcohol. Jessica placed the glasses on the table, next to her own glass and bottle of wine, sat down on the couch and looked up. "You know I'm in, girl. But I'm telling you right now, I don't play this third wheel stuff. We're all friends here, right? You two can't just truth or dare each other all night." Standing there thinking about it, this seemed like it could lead to trouble. More specifically, Jessica seemed like she could lead to trouble - she had a manic glint in her eyes. "Of course. It's more exciting with a third person, anyway." Chloe assured her, taking a seat at the other end of the couch. "Good. So let's start! Me first. Jack..." Jessica paused and looked at me, up and down. Appraising me, I suppose, as if deciding how crazy a night I could handle. "Alright. Truth or dare, bad boy." "Straight to it. I'll play it safe. Truth." Still standing in front of them in the living room, I was starting to feel a little exposed. "Oh, no. There is no playing safe! Truth it is then. Ready?" Jessica leaned forward on the couch. "What is your most frequent sexual fantasy?" "Ummm. You know I'm on a date with your roommate, right?" Chloe smiled, "No, I think this is a good question. I'd like to know what I'm getting into." What to do? Play it cool with a fake, boring fantasy? Nah. The mood is light, Chloe and Jessica seem like they're fun and open-minded. Why not try being honest up front? "So?" Jessica prodded. "Ugh. Fine. I'll be honest. Ass licking." "What?!" Chloe and Jessica exclaimed in unison. "Whoa!" Chloe was nervous laughing. I don't think she knew how to process this new information about her date. She looked me in the eye, "Wait, giving or receiving?" "Don't worry. I'm a very giving guy." "Thanks for that, at least!" Chloe sputtered. Jessica burst out in a laugh. I started laughing with her, relieved that some of the tension in the room was draining, and that I wasn't being pushed out the door. "OK, so it's my turn then. Chloe, truth or dare?" "Wait, let's talk about your answer a little more." I shook my head, "Nope, your turn. Truth or dare?" Chloe was settling down. Jessica was radiating a supremely amused expression. "Fine. Truth." "Have you ever had your ass eaten before?" Chloe shook her head vigorously at the direction this game was going. "I can't believe we're talking about this stuff." "You started the game." She sighed. "Fair enough. One guy licked me down there a little bit, but I think it was by accident." "Believe me, that was no accident." "Fine, but I didn't like it. He seemed like he may have wanted to do it more, but it was so awkward." "So he didn't know what he was doing." Jessica jumped in, smiling wickedly, "You saying you'd do it better, Jack?" Chloe shot her a look. "I think I may be of some better service." I smiled at Chloe. She blushed heavily and glanced down, but I could see her lips were curling up in a smirk. "Your turn, Chloe." She looked back up and glared over at Jessica. "OK, Jessica. Truth or dare?" Jessica was practically bouncing up and down on the couch, "This is fun you guys! I am learning so much about you two..." She laughed again, "Let's do the truth, then." "What is your biggest sexual fantasy?" Jessica looked knowingly at me, "Well, now I think it's having Jack over here eat my ass out!" "Very funny, Jess, stay away from my date." "Fine, for you Chloe, I'll leave him alone. I guess I'd have to say, given my now limited options, I mostly fantasize about being on top of a guy while I'm sucking off another one. That's usually how they end, but the scenarios leading up to that vary quite a bit." Jessica was casual, matter-of-fact. A pause. "Is it my turn again?" "Go for it." I was anticipating anything at this point. Nervous. Excited. This was going better than I could have imagined. Thank you, Jessica! "OK, Jack, truth or dare." "Let's mix this up. Dare." "Yes! Finally! Alright then, Jack..." Jessica looked over at Chloe and gave a cat-like grin, "I dare you to come over here and lick Chloe's ass!" Chloe's mouth dropped open; mine must've been dropped, too, because Jessica was snapping her fingers between us while grabbing her drink. "C'mon you two, I want to see this!" Chloe glared at Jessica, "I am going to kill you!" But she stood up from the couch and started to turn around while unzipping her skirt. And then she smiled at me, the sexiest shy smile I've ever seen and muttered, "You want to do this, Jack?" My mind was buzzing. I decided I needed more friends like Jessica in my life. "Fuck yes, but should we go into the other room?" "No way!" Jessica blurted out, "You have to do this in front of me. Otherwise, there's no proof that you did it. Anyone who plays truth or dare knows that rule!" "Alright Jessica, then Jack and I are going to give you a show." She looked over at me, "Get over here and let's do this. And I hope this is better than the other time..." Chloe was now climbing onto the couch on her knees while her skirt slid down; she pulled her skirt under her knees and off past her high heels. Now she was just in a pink thong, her dark green t-shirt still on, and looking over her shoulder at me. She looked so incredibly sexy, and her ass was perfection, full and firm. I swallowed and raised my eyebrows at Jessica, "You know you're a pervert, right? You want to watch me lick your friend's ass?" Jessica giggled, "I'm the pervert? Please! You know this is turning you on like crazy! I'm just watching as a neutral, curious party..." Chloe looked at Jessica, "Yeah, right. I bet if I leave the room for a second, you'd try to get him to lick your ass. You're such a slut, Jess!" "Says the girl letting a guy she barely knows eat her ass!" They were both blushing and laughing now, so I thought I better move in before the mood changes in here. I walked quickly to the couch and, going to my knees behind her, started kneading Chloe's beautiful butt in my hands, watching her pink thong disappear in her ass cheeks, then reappear, barely covering her asshole as I spread her cheeks wide, then push them together again. Chloe had her eyes closed as she lowered her head to the top of the couch, her long auburn hair draping over her upper back. She was going to let me do this! I glanced at Jessica who was acting cool and comfortable on the other end of the couch, but I could see the nervous excitement in her eyes as she watched us. I winked at her, then lowered my face into Chloe's deep ass crack and slowly rubbed my face up and down between her butt cheeks while continuing to kneed them against my cheeks. Looking past her shoulder, I could see a smile inch up on Chloe's face as I slowly ground my face into her ass. The skin of her butt was so soft, and I felt the warmth between her cheeks as I breathed in deep. "Oh... That's nice." She whispered. Jessica was quiet, but I could feel her stare on me. "I actually like this! But I think you were supposed to be licking, weren't you?" Chloe teased. I saw her hand reach back as she pulled her thong out of her cheeks and over to the side. I pulled out of her ass and stared, awestruck, at her amazing butthole - a light-pink pucker, smooth and clean. In the corner of my eye I saw Jessica lean forward to get a view for herself. I extended my tongue, obscenely, trying to get a reaction from both Chloe and Jessica as I dipped it to the end of her pussy and dragged it up her ass crack, slowly over her anus and past. Her taste and smell were incredible, fresh and light. Chloe twitched involuntarily once I reached her asshole, but then I felt her tension leave her body as she sighed. I did this lick again, once, twice, three times - slowly every time. Then I gently spread her ass cheeks apart, and her asshole slightly gaped with the spread. I hardened my tongue and pressed firmly, but gently into the center of her anus, getting a little bit into her opening. "Okay... that's good. That's really good. Keep doing that." Chloe whispered, her head still lowered and eyes closed. By contrast, Jessica's eyes were wide open as she watched me rim her friend. "What do you think?" I asked her. Jessica was flustered. "Uhhh, I don't know. It's actually hotter than I expected. Fuck." She drank some more and reached for the bottle while she composed herself. "I thought it would be weird, but Chloe," she smiled at her friend, teasing, "You have a very pretty asshole." Chloe smiled back at her. "So what's turning you on, Jess? My ass or his tongue?" "Fuck you, Chloe. I'll trade places with you in a second if you let me!" Chloe laughed and flicked her hair to the side, "I don't think so... I kind of like how this is going. Now get back in my ass, Jack." She pulled her thong completely over the side of her cheek and spread her other cheek with her free hand. I smiled over at Jessica and shrugged as I extended my tongue again, and again gently pressed it against Chloe's butthole. This time, after I pressed my tongue to her balloon knot, I kept the pressure against it as I moved my tongue in a circle around her rim. I felt her hand move from pulling her cheek wide to the back of my head as she held my face up in her ass. "Ngh." She grunted, pulling me into her. I continued to run my tongue around her asshole slowly while increasing pressure slightly. I could feel her anus tensing against my tongue, but starting to relax as it got used to my probing. After a few minutes, I tried to shove my tongue up inside her asshole. Chloe gasped. I didn't get far, but I didn't pull out fully as I pressed again up her butt. "Whoa! His tongue is going up my ass, Jess! Fuck, it feels good..." "Wait a second!" Jessica broke in, "I thought the dare was only for him to lick your ass, not give you a full-on rimjob!" "Fuck you, Jess... don't stop, Jack. Don't stop. Aaaaaaaaaagghhh this is soooooo goood!" I am pushing into her again and again. I feel Jessica's hands on the back of my head, peeling my face out of Chloe's ass. "No! We continue the game. Get back, Jack." I sit back staring at her for a few seconds, then theatrically express my reluctance as I get to my feet. "Fine, Jess. You are such a bitch!" Chloe was having some trouble catching her breath. "Damnit Jack, you were right, that was sooooo much better than the other time." "And I didn't even get started..." I smiled, still a little dumbfounded and dazed. Chloe was fanning herself with her hand as she laid back into the couch, still only in her shirt and panties. "Damn, we'll have to get back to it later then. Wow." Jessica was looking between us, smiling approvingly at me. "Well, I guess you're up then, Jack." I ran my hand down my face to steady myself and tried to stay cool. "Alright, Jess. Truth or dare?" "Fucking dare. And make it a good one!" I looked over at Chloe. "Any suggestions?" Chloe was starting to come back to her senses. "Yeah. You got a good look at my asshole, now let's see yours." "Is that all?" Jessica stood up, removed her shorts and panties in one motion, got on her knees on the couch, and spread her butt cheeks lewdly apart, revealing her own pretty red rosebud. It was mostly just a dark-red hole, no ridges, and I found myself involuntarily drooling looking at it. "What do you think, Jack? Whose is prettier?" Jessica smiled back at me, her bright blue eyes sparkling. Chloe looked over at me dubiously, then back to Jessica. "Alright, game's over. Jack, let's go to my room." Jessica spun around quickly. "No! Wait, let's keep going. This is so much fun! I'll even dare Jack to eat your ass again. C'mon!" Chloe was just shaking her head as she walked over to me and grabbed my hand, leading us back to her bedroom. "Wait, Chloe! What am I going to do tonight, then?" "I think we've given you enough of a show. Go do what you do whenever you fantasize about fucking a guy and blowing another one." "Ugh. Rip-off! I want my money back!" I heard Jessica laugh as Chloe brought me into her room and closed the door behind us. "Phew... So it's just us now." Chloe's deep blue eyes locked onto mine. "You said something about not even started?" She gently pushed me over onto the bed. "Hey," I teased, "I thought you didn't really like it. Something about it being awkward?" She smiled. "Like you said, that guy didn't know what he was doing. You definitely do." She looked thoughtful. "You said that was your most frequent fantasy... what are your others?" "That's pretty much it. Whenever I need to get in the mood, that's what I'm thinking of." Chloe looked relieved and sat down on the bed, next to me. "Good. I mean, one new thing at a time for me." She gave me a mock-coy, shy look, "I'm a good girl, you know." "So what does this good girl want to do now then? I'm guessing we're not going out to the bar..." "What do you think I want to do? I didn't drag you in here for nothing." She stared at me intensely. "I want you to finish what you started. I thought that's what you wanted, too." "Fuck yes, I do. Thank you. Come here." I reach over and pull her t-shirt over her head. She unlatches her bra as I slide off her high heels then push her gently onto her back on the bed. "Oh. This is kind of a weird position to start in, isn't it?" "That's alright, we'll try a few out tonight if that's cool with you." "Baby, you're driving tonight, I'm just along for the ride." She watches me as I lean in to kiss her, then slowly make my way down her sexy body, taking each firm breast in my mouth before continuing my kisses down her tight stomach. I draw her legs together as I grab her thong and pull it down, then up and off her legs. I put my lips back on her belly and slide my face down, past her shaved pussy with a few light licks. She gives some slight moans of anticipation, and I reach under her thighs and push her legs back. I was now on my knees on the floor in front of the bed, with her gorgeous asshole perched right at the end of the bed, right in my face, while my hands held her legs back. Chloe reached up and pulled her own legs back further, raising her asshole a bit off the bed. I glance up to see her looking down between her legs at my face, waiting. I guess that's my cue, I thought. I move my face into her butt. I start my tongue low, in her ass crack, then slide it up to her butthole. Chloe tenses again at the feeling, but quickly relaxes with a moan. "Yes. That does feel good. Lick my ass some more, Jack." I continue licking, increasingly focusing on her anus. I flick my tongue rapidly in an up and down motion, then tilt my head sideways and repeat the action. "Oh fuck, that's nice. Keep licking..." she trails off. At this point, her asshole is in perfect position for my mouth to suck. I'm not one to waste opportunities. I plant my lips around her anus in an airtight seal, and gently suck in. She gasps. I start rhythmically sucking, releasing, sucking, releasing, sucking a few extra seconds, releasing. Chloe is rocking her hips with my mouth, gyrating a bit against my suction on her butthole. "Oh yeah, oh hohoho, yeah." She was murmuring through clenched teeth. I pull away with a smacking sound. "Open your asshole for me, girl. Reach down and spread it, ok?" I move my hands up to hold her legs back, while she reaches down and spreads her cheeks wide. I am surprised when she slips a finger inside her asshole. "Ohhhh." She groans as she slides her finger around, "Come here, Jack." She pulls her finger out and holds it to my face, "Taste this." I eagerly take her finger in my mouth and suck, savoring the slightly salty and sweet flavor. "Fuck, that's hot." She pants as she resumes spreading her asshole wide for me. I hardened my tongue and pushed into her gaping anus with a grunt. "Yes! Yes, yes, yes!" Chloe was chanting, now making something of a running commentary about what I was doing, "Yes, your tongue is up my ass, oh, wow, it's so far. Ungh. Yes, out and in, again, yeah! There you go, wiggle it inside there, keep it up in my ass. Hold it there. Ha! Yes! More, more, more!" I loved hearing her like this, and I continued my enthusiastic explorations of her anus. A few more minutes passed when Chloe startled and stared wide-eyed past me and what I was doing. "What the fuck are you doing Jess?" I turned around, and saw Jessica standing in the open doorway, holding a video camera up. "Shhhh. Don't mind me, you guys. I'm just enjoying the show." "How long have you been there." Chloe didn't sound mad. "Pretty much the whole time. You two were a little occupied, so you didn't notice." "This better not end up on the internet. I swear, I will kill you if it gets to anyone else." Second Date Rimjob "No worries. Personal use only, I promise." "Fine. Okay. But no interrupting." Chloe rolled over onto her stomach, now seemingly oblivious to Jessica's presence in the room. "Let's try this way for a little bit, Jack. That felt amazing, but my legs were falling asleep!" I laughed. "Sounds good, but now I have to worry about camera angles." I winked at Jessica, smiling back at me. I looked back at Chloe, lying face-down on the bed, legs slightly spread, waiting for me. She turned to stare over her shoulder. "What are you waiting for? My ass won't eat itself, you know." Jessica burst out with a laugh, "Whatever happened to my sweet, innocent Chloe? You are just a dirty girl, now!" Chloe smiled lazily, "I don't give a fuck anymore. Might as well join your club, right? And by the way, you're not supposed to interfere here, so please, keep the comments to yourself." Jessica rolled her eyes, but moved herself and camera into position, closer on the bed. I climbed onto the bed, between Chloe's legs, and pried them apart a little more to open her up a bit for the camera. OK, I admit, I was pretty excited at the prospect of seeing myself do this on video. I tried to ignore the camera, but I looked up at it as I returned my face into Chloe's beautiful butt. I resumed my tongue fucking of her ass, spreading her cheeks wide and extending my tongue before pushing deep into her dark hole. I did this slowly for effect, and I heard Jessica catch her breath as I pushed in and pulled out with a POP, waiting and watching as Chloe's gaping asshole closed up again. Over and over I did this; Chloe's hands were gripping the sheets hard as she arched her butt up to meet my face repeatedly. After a few minutes, she reached back with both hands and grabbed the back of my head. "Get..." panting, "...in..." panting, "...my..." panting, "...ass..." panting, "...you..." panting, "...fucking..." panting, "...slut..." panting, gripping my hair, pulling my face harder into her butt, my tongue sliding deep into her rectum. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yeaaahhh!" I felt her cum dripping out of her pussy, smearing against my chin. Her body was shivering against my face. I pulled my tongue out of her anus and looked at what I had done. Her asshole was twitching, quivering. Jessica looked over at me and mouthed, "Wow," her camera getting a good view of the aftermath. Suddenly, I felt Chloe's hand again on the back of my head, pulling me back to her butt. "Not done yet. You know you're not done yet, Jack." She started to slowly grind her ass up and down my face. It took every ounce of my will power, but I leaned back, "Hold on. Let's try a new position... I want you to sit on my face." Chloe smiled and let go of my head. "Yeah, okay. That sounds hot. Get up here." I climbed further up on the bed and laid down on my back. Chloe stood up, straddling my head, and I was looking up at her pussy and tits. She spread her ass, while Jessica got a nice close-up, then squatted down, carefully lowering her anus back onto my waiting mouth. With my mouth full of her asshole, and nose pressed against her pussy, I reached up and grabbed her tits with both hands, squeezing and kneading them. Chloe leaned back, bracing her hands on my waist, and started grinding her asshole against my mouth, forwards and backwards. "Mmmph," was all I could communicate, besides my own low moans of pleasure. "Yeah, keep doing that, hum into my ass." What? I wasn't even thinking about that, but my moaning was vibrating her asshole, providing an additional sensation for her to play with. I started humming while I licked and sucked her anus, my hands running all along her body now. Chloe was gyrating more energetically now, forward and back, in a circle, slowly then quickly then slowly again. I was loving every minute of this. She started to increase her pressure, bouncing a bit on my tongue, and I thought she was getting ready to orgasm again. Chloe panted, while grinding. "You know, this feels so unbelievably good. But I don't know if I can cum again right now, like this." "No problem." I mumbled into her ass. I slid my hand around her hip and reached between her legs; I could see and feel she was incredibly wet, and I easily found her clitoris, slightly raised. I returned my tongue to her asshole as I rubbed her pussy and teased her clit with my hand. She lasted about 30 seconds. "Ooooooohhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuck!" She cried out as her body racked convulsively to the pressures of my mouth and fingers. Her butt cheeks flexed against the sides of my face as I pushed hard into her asshole to feel her clench my tongue while she orgasmed. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck." Chloe continued to whisper as she continued to rub her ass on my face in a circle, slower and slower, calming down. "Well, well, well." Jessica sputtered, camera catching our dazed reactions. She sounded like she could barely breathe. Chloe looked down at me, exhausted, but with an enormous grin on her face. "I don't know, Jack... I don't think I'm done yet. What about you? Had enough of this ass?" I instinctively looked at the camera, and couldn't help giving a big stupid smile. I quickly composed myself. "Not even close to enough. Let me taste that thing." "Fucking-A you guys..." Jessica was holding the camera up to us, with her other hand up to her heart. "I don't know if I can take much more of this!" Chloe was starting to stand up, still straddling my head. "Well, you don't have to stay for the rest. You can take that video and get yourself off, then." "Oh no you don't. I'm catching the end of this." "Suit yourself." Chloe turned around to face my legs. She was pulling her ass cheeks open then letting go, teasing me. "Okay, Jack, I really like it when you..." "When I what?" I was staring at her pretty little starfruit, still wanting more than anything to taste it. "Well, I like it all, but right now I think I need your tongue deep inside me. Can you tongue fuck my ass some more?" She laughed. "Fuck, that is something I never thought I would say. See what you're doing to me, Jack?" "Get down here." I grab each of her thighs and pull her back on top of me. She quickly scoots her knees forward, positioning herself again, and reaches back to spread her butt cheeks just inches from my eyes. I gasp as she pulls her anus open, and I can see a bit into the deep red inside of her asshole. Unbelievably sexy. She leans forward to reposition herself just over my mouth, and I stick my tongue out, hard and wet, ready for her gaping anus. She drops her ass onto my waiting face. My tongue slides right up her asshole, and she takes it with a grunt. "Unh." I lift my head off of the bed, shoving my tongue as hard as I can into her opened rosebud, and start hammering my face and tongue into her butt like a piston. Her ass cheeks are making a nice slapping sound against my face that turns me on even more and I increase my speed. I reach both hands up to squeeze her breasts and hold on to them, using them to guide her whole body motions on my face. Chloe moves one hand to rub her pussy, and uses the other to grip the back of my neck and pace my tongue thrusts into her asshole. I wrap my arms around her hips and pull my face hard into her ass while she pulls up with her hand. She is riding my face, now, like a cowgirl, rocking back and forth, grinding her asshole on my mouth and tongue. After a few more minutes of this rimming, her moans are indecipherable, "Ohh. Uhn, yeah, mmmmm, in there... Oh, oh, ohhhhh, ahhhhahaha, oophmmm.... My fuck, Jack,ohhhhooooooohhhhh, yes, mmmm, yeah!" I am crazy with desire and eating her ass furiously, consumed by lust, and we are reading each others' minds with each thrust, probe, grind, kiss, lick, suck. Seconds become minutes, and we must continue in this position for at least half an hour, all while ever-present Jessica is circling around us, making small excited noises and comments, and capturing the moment on video. Chloe builds to one final, mountainous, explosive climax. "OoooooooooooohhhhhhOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!" Her juices are flowing all over my face, and I have the sense to continue rubbing and grinding my face into her ass and a bit in her pussy, while she returns to her senses and slowly calms down. Her grinding comes to a standstill, she leans back, butt still on my face, and breathes deeply in and out. We are both completely out of breath. "So Chloe... truth or dare?" I'm talking into her ass. Chloe laughs, totally spent, "Fuck... I need a break. Truth." "Was this your best second date, ever?" "Ha!" She wiggles her ass against my face and looks over her shoulder at me, "I think this might be up there at the top. Best orgasms ever, absolutely." "And that's a wrap." Jessica pulls back and shuts off the camera. "Alright you guys, I think I need to head out for a drink somewhere. Don't wait up." She leaves the camera on the counter. "Go ahead and take a look at your star performance, Chloe. I'll go through and edit it tomorrow. I think we definitely have some highlights." She raises her eyebrows at me as she saunters out the door. Chloe and I look at each other and smile. We enjoy each others' company for a bit longer, exchanging knowing looks and suggestive comments, always skirting just around talking about what we just did together, but sending enough messages that both of us know we will be doing it again, soon. Finally, it's time to call it a night. As I'm getting ready to leave, I can't help but try one more thing, for fun and to add a little more levity. "Thanks for an amazing evening, Chloe... Can I give your ass a goodbye kiss?" She smiles, and shakes her head in disbelief, "You know, I seriously never do this kind of stuff. You make me such a bad girl, Jack. Okay, get over here and kiss her goodnight." Chloe turns around, pulls down her panties and gives her ass a nice big spread, while I kneel down and take in the glorious sight of her butthole one more time. I sigh as I lean in and press my lips against her anus and give a long, lingering, smack of a kiss. Chloe giggles, pulls her panties back up, then turns around and slaps me on the shoulder. "You are such a bad boy..." After making our final goodbyes for the date, I am standing outside again, staring at the night sky, thinking about how amazing this evening had been. Better than anything I could have imagined, really. I start across the parking lot, when I see a shadow a little ways away moving quickly and deliberately towards me. As I reach my car, my heart thumps until my brain processes the sharp clicking noise of high heels, and I recognize in the dim light Jessica coming over. Wait, what was she doing here? "Finally, Jack! What else was there to do in there?" She comes to a stop and is now standing in front of me, in her tight light blue cami and white short-shorts, her red ponytail swaying slightly back and forth. I can't find words, just stare dumbly. "So you're going to make me say it, are you? Fine. I want to go back to your place. I want to do what you and Chloe just did." Whoa! What the hell is going on here? Is this some trick, to prove to Chloe that I'm not worthy of her? Is she serious? You would have to be blind and deaf to not recognize that she was definitely turned on by what we were doing... "I don't think it's a good idea, Jess..." I blurt out, without really thinking. "Oh, come on! Do you feel guilty about it? You barely know her! This is the second time you've seen each other, hardly what I'd call exclusive." "Well..." I stammer like an idiot. "Well what? Are you worried she'll find out?" "I guess..." Jessica cuts me off. "Believe me, I have way more to lose than you do if she ever found out, so you don't have to worry about me talking." She moves up to me, pressing her tight, soft, warm body against mine, and looks up into my eyes. She whispers, "Look. Do you want to eat my ass or not? Simple as that. And I'm pretty sure I know your answer considering the stare-down you gave it earlier tonight." My heart was pounding again. I didn't even know what I was going to say next, it just poured out of me... Second Date Seduction November, 2007. Our second date. I lead Ian to the dining room and seat him on the chair, looking deep into his eyes. I start to strip him of his clothes, first scarf, then tie, slow buttons, never losing his gaze. Trappings released, I pull the rest off him, pants around his ankles till he somewhat quickly kicks them off... Still in my tight, clinging dress, I straddle him, and watch as his hands grip the seat, his head thrown back, eyes closed, ever so slightly biting his lip. I start with sweet kisses, teasing my body just above his, lightly brushing his naked cock, already thick and swollen. "I want to taste you," I breathe, whispering in his ear, and with that he grabs my waist, my hips, and slams me down against him. Already my wetness is soaking through my panties, the musky scent uncontained in the air. It's too much to take, me in heeled boots, dress hitched up, rubbing against his hard body. I begin to rock, leaning forward to nuzzle his neck, feeling his smooth, bare chest through the thin fabric of my dress. My hair is a shroud around us, trapping both our auras in a cocoon of magic. Reading my thoughts, he pulls my silky sheer panties aside and plunges first one, then two fingers into my sopping, wet cunt. He begins to move them in and out, slowly at first, building up his rhythm as I ride his hand. I'm losing control; low-pitched moans, guttural and raw, slip from my lips. He knows exactly what I want, this man, and bends to take almost my entire breast in his mouth, leaving it wet and shining. He closes his eyes and blows a cool stream of air; my nipple stands on end with the unfamiliar, welcome sensation. With lips pursed, his gaunt face and sharp cheekbones make an almost painfully handsome visage, and he lets the stream of air play over my face with a sense of tenderness, calming the moment. I lean over to again breathe in his scent, running my fingers through his thick hair, and suddenly grab it hard and fast. I intertwine my feet taut with his calves, and continue to ride his hand, biting his shoulder and scratching his back in a barely controlled heat. He reads my body and pushes back, his fingers working inside me, his thumb teasing me without. And I can feel it building, this pure, animal pleasure; I want to last longer, all night, even, but his skill and my desire combine till I contract in a noisy, uncontrollable cat-like fury. Bucking against him, he leaves his fingers inside my dripping pussy, finally resting them still. I clamp around him in frantic spasms for full, long minutes, gasping, the walls of my cunt squeezing against him tight as a sheath. ~~~ I want nothing more than to please this man, to indulge him any way he can dream of. He pulls his hand out of me, and I let out a small sob with its absence. He silences me with the palm of his hand, and I suck my own tangy, sticky sweetness off his fingers one by one, looking into his crystal clear eyes, glassy and heavy with want. I outline the tight crux of his jaw from ear to ear, this angular perfection only adding fuel to my lust. I move my own hand to his mouth, pushing in all four fingers, and he coats them for me, willingly, hungrily. I reach down and glide this wetness over his cock, still stiff and tall, drenched from the rush of my juices. I stroke him with my hands, and make my way down against his smooth, firm skin, tracing the sparse smattering of dark freckles with my lips. I kiss the first shining, salty beads off the head of his ready cock, then raise ever so slightly up, a thin thread of liquid trailing from him to my mouth. I lick around the swollen head, then down the front of his shaft, then slowly, delicately run my tongue from the base even lower, stopping at his balls and moving even farther below. He's arched against the chair, again gripping the seat. His low moans, his words, excite me even more, and I start to stroke his balls, ever so gently placing first one, than the other in my mouth, sucking slowly, caressing him softly with my lips. Neither of us can take much more of this hungry anticipation, and I lick the length of the shaft, glancing up at him one last time before diving back down to take his entire cock, from head to base, into my mouth. I can feel him deep against my throat, and he grabs my head, my hair to guide me. Feverishly I work up and down, sucking, moving, slowly then quickly, and again even faster, building up a rhythm that soon has him writhing. And then I feel a new firmness, as he stiffens even harder than before, clasping me firmly. His cock is literally pulsing in my mouth, and he moans between breaths, "I'm going to come..." And soon the movement stops, as he wrenches and cries out, clenching me from above, the rush of salty thickness filling my mouth. I wait a moment, his cock and his cum co-mingling together as one on my tongue. I breathe in, tasting him, finally, and swallow, deep and long, hoping he can feel my throat around him as I take in this ultimate essence. I rise up once more, clinging against his knees, the two of us panting in unison. He hugs me to him, hearts beating together in time. ~~~ But this ending is just the beginning, for after our short recovery he takes my shoulders, looks at me dark and deep, and says, "I'm taking you to the bedroom." Standing me up, he grabs my dress and pulls it over my head, trapping it around my wrists; he spins me around, plying my arms behind my back. Now as naked as he, he pushes me from behind to the bedroom, throwing me face-down on the bed. Before I can move, he's climbed on top, pinning me with his knees and forcing my legs apart. He uses his hands, both of them, to look at me as I blush into the bed, completely vulnerable, totally exposed. "You're wet again," he says, teasing slow circles around my entire swollen cunt, the opening, the lips, my clit, slowly up, down, around, just gently, driving me truly mad. "Do you want some more?" he asks, with a slight menace to his voice. I say, "Yes, yes...," moaning it, trying to rub back against him as he cruelly pulls his hand away. "What was that?" he says, "I asked you if you wanted more..." and plies his fingers through my hair, just a little, lifting my head ever so slightly off the soft bed so he can hear me. "Yes," I beg "Yes... More. PLEASE...", ever more crazed with desire. But I can't move, I'm still pinned. His hand now bears down on my head, harder, forcing me down, my every sound muffled. "Oh, poor thing," he coos. "I think I know what you want, but I still can't hear you." And I yet I can hear him, feel him stroking his cock, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Suddenly, I feel a warm, wet drip on the crack of my ass, and it drips down to coat the narrow slit between my buttocks. He rubs his cock against me, the wetness easing the friction as he guides himself smoothly against the valley of my cheeks. "Oh, oh... oh, my..." I think, as he continues to rub against my roundness, pleasing himself as he rides above me. But he soon moves the head down to the swollen parting of my pussy, and speaks again. Bending down to my ear, he whispers, "Do you want me to fuck you?" and lets me turn my head to speak. "Yesss.... Please. Oh, please..." I respond, again breathless with longing. "Hmmm... Well, I'm not sure... Do you mean it?" he responds, rubbing my opening again with his cock, teasing, pushing gently in, only centimeters, and pulling quickly back out. "Tell me what you want, Sola," he breathes, reveling in his power. "Tell me." "Oh god, fuck me!" I pant with a low cry, hardly recognize my own voice. "Now.. please... fuck me..." And with that he plunges all the way in with one stroke, as deep as he can go, grabbing my hips, my ass, kneading my body as he slams against me. I'm writhing in ecstasy, trapped beneath him. I can't get enough of this man, his cock, his hands, his breath, his words. I whisper my own lost mumbles into the air, and again he wraps his paw in my long, tangled hair and pulls, arching my back up and straining my neck to hear my gasps. He drops down lower and puts his rough cheek against mine, wrapping his arm around my throat. He never stops rocking back and forth above and inside me, clear and vocal with his pleasure. I've never felt anything like this before, this pure animal power, every inch of him pressed against me, in total control; I've completely surrendered. I can feel the tightness building up inside me, at my core, radiating out till I'm blinded with pleasure, tingling from hands to feet. The sides of my pussy cling and pulse against him, muscles tightening with a vice-like grip that threaten to milk the cum right out of him. And as I shudder and spasm, I can feel his own heat building up, as he emits a slow, fractured roar, getting louder and louder with every second. I can feel him coming, his cum long hot spurts that warm me from the inside out. I feel him ooze out of me, coating my inner thighs with a glassy shine. He collapses on top of me, his heavy weight a gift, my pussy still tightening around him with the aftershocks of only the greatest of orgasms. Breath in my ear, we nuzzle against each other again, slow kisses with swollen lips, gazing into each others' half-lidded eyes, fully sated and spent. We rest till he grows soft inside of me, and doze lightly, on and off till morning. Second Date with Dickhead Dear Glutton for Punishment, I have just staggered into the door from my second date with what’s-his-name, and had the uncontrollable urge to sit right down and write MYSELF a letter – {I know I’ve heard that before… maybe a song?} So here I am – pen in hand, bottle of cyanide in the other, awaiting the after-shock to slam dunk me into what I hope will be a permanent state of coma. After today, it’s the only place to be. It started out more promising than the first engagement – The entire neighborhood lined up on my front lawn as if waiting for a parade to come through. As I walked out my front door, my neighbors began shouting cheers and accolades of praise to me; the children clapped their hands in enthusiastic glee; the teenagers gave me the “thumbs up” motion as they nodded their heads in approving unison! Even our neighborhood church minister had his hands outstretched in the air waving motions of a blessing, as they all watched me drive off in my car for this “fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me” date. But the optimism for a successful second date soon vanished as a disturbing omen came into focus in my rear view mirror: these same neighbors - hypocrites all! - wagering bets as money exchanged hands - hands that were pointing at me as I drove off; as gales of laughter wafted across the neighborhood – with the minister’s wife keeping score as the bookie. I have now given the term, “a long shot” a whole new meaning, I’m sure. I arrived at his place at the agreed upon time, only to find myself banging on his door until my knuckles matched the crimson shade of nailpolish I was wearing. I knew he was home; his TV was on {I could see a porno tape playing through the door’s pane of glass that I just broke in my zeal to announce my presence.} By the time he arrived to answer, I had lost two of my acrylic nails in the Door vs. Glutton for P. match. It was a unanimous decision: the door had won. He greeted me at the door in what I’m certain was his “I’m-Too- Sexy –For- Myself” look; a pair of bright green speedo’s with a four-leaf clover on the jewels pouch and the words: “Today is YOUR Lucky Day!” Oh, yeah, let’s not forget the argyle knee socks to compliment the ensemble - did you get that? *** A R G Y L E *** KNEE *** SOCKS *** I entered his home out of masochistic curiosity to see what the finishing touches to this New Wave Armani creation would be, and tripped over man’s best friend – or, to be more accurate, Dickhead’s ONLY friend, a mangy, mobile flea farm of a mutt named “Slobber”, who, when eye contact was met, jumped up on my $65.00 Nautica top and commenced to suck face with me; leaving a waterfall of drool, canned dog food, and my eye makeup cascading down the front of said shirt. After the tackle was complete, the dander matted linebacker lumbered over to the sofa, where he promptly dug a deeper hole into the couch cushion; a geyser of foam spraying into the air; and made himself a cozy niche to gingerly lick his balls. It was at this time Dickhead offered me a chair while he finished dressing. I have to give him some credit - he did not suggest I sit next to Slobber to watch him clean up his ah...uhmm... act, but rather, on a beanbag chair that looked more like a puddle of melted gummi bears that was inflated to a maximum of six inches from the floor. I graciously declined, and stood watching in total disbelief as Mr. Fashion Statement continued dressing; reaching underneath the crater shaped, drool drenched, flea infested, dog dandruff- filled cushion and whipped out something that he … that he… put … on… over… his head… I hadn’t seen something this scurvy since the picture of Aqualung on the album cover. My lower jaw still hurts - hours later – from bunji jumping from its hinges as my mind tried to reject in self preservation, what my bugged- out eyes informed me was really happening - he was going to WEAR this rag!!! Dejavu` of the greasy spoon hit me - in both my memory - and my stomach – as I asked him if I may use his bathroom {I was relieved to find out I didn’t have to run across the backyard to a wooden lean-to to woof up my cookies}. Once the waves of nausea subsided and I assured myself I wouldn’t have to worship the porcelain god for the rest of the day, I fell to the weakness of the nosy first time house guest- I attempted to see what miracles of medical science were behind that one little metal door…THE MEDICINE CABINET. I had planned to be excruciatingly discreet in dissecting the shelves without his knowledge {after all, he was totally engrossed in pulling his one-of-a-kind savvy ensemble together} to gain insight into the hygienic life {if there was such a thing} of my host. I cautiously and quietly opened the door to an otherwise normal mirrored bathroom chest, and stared in utter horror at what lay in Pandora’s Box… The first shelf contained little more than the average fares found on a bathroom shelf; toothpaste, mouthwash, shaving cream, Band-Aids; all normal- all boring. As my eyes ascended to the second, third, and fourth shelves, it became apparent my fashion freak had more things to worry about than his apparel; he was obviously doctoring that age-old malady of…JOCK ITCH. There were creams, ointments, lotions, gels, wipe-on pads, and sprays; medications in bottles, tubes, jars, dispensers and aerosol cans; large size, small size, trial size, economy size; institutional size; every imaginable brand in the pharmaceutical industry – globally - was in this one cabinet for this one skeevy condition. As I closed the cabinet with the adage of “ignorance is bliss” reverberating in my head, I caught a look at my reflection in the mirror. The face that stared back at me resembled that of a prisoner who is on Death Row, as the last minute’s attempt to stay the execution are met with a recorded message on the Governor’s line saying, “ No one is available to take your call at this time”. I was dead meat. I sat on the edge of the tub; head held in my hands; as I closed my eyes and visualized the fashion plate’s cock all shriveled up; lumpy and bumpy; a sickly shade of green - the same shade of green as the four leaf clover on his bikinis; his manhood’s appendage looking exactly like a delicatessen barrel pickle. A tiny, soggy, twisted pickle. A wrinkled, baby gherkin pickle. I exhaled a long breath; praying that God would just end my romantically challenged butt and detonate my brain with a clot. I guess God was busy with other more pressing issues, and never answered my plea, so after a few more minutes of waiting for my badda bing – badda doom, I reluctantly got up, and walked back out to The Rocky Horror Show. I realized Dickhead had evidently been struck with a cerebral cramp himself, and actually decided not to wear the treasure of a tee that his scavenger hunt beneath the sofa cushion uncovered. He had his back to me; bending over the Champion of Saliva to hook him to a leash; as I exited the Room of Remedies for Cock Shock, and saw the image screen- printed to the back of the “on second thought” shirt... It appeared to be a HUGE naked ass; bent over; so big it took up the entire width of the tee. And something was protruding out of the ass; something with hair... and... a face? Before this hieroglyphic could be deciphered, he turned around and the meaning became revoltingly clear - the bold letters across the front of the shirt read... “YOUR PROCTOLOGIST CALLED – HE’S FOUND YOUR HEAD”. I find I can still speak – without a lisp – despite the absence of the tip of my tongue. Our plans were to spend the day at the amusement park - something fun; something clean; something normal. I should have been bitch slapped into reality right then and there – after all, I was with Dickhead – you can’t define normal. All was going relatively well; he even won a few stuffed animals to add to my collection – my favorite; an anaconda that I draped around me to hide the drool and cosmetic and dogfood stains the balls lapping bow-wow left on my shirt. Life seemed good – for a New York City split second that is, until... We both decided we were hungry, and stopped into a seafood place across from the funhouse. It wasn’t crowded {the only other patrons was a lady with her two kids}, and I knew it had really good food – unlike the “Diner of Diarrhea” we had visited on our first date. I ordered shrimp in a basket, and he ordered clams on the half shell. After today, I can never look at a raw clam again without slipping into a catatonic state. We were almost done eating; almost safe; when my date of monumental refinement and good judgment took the last clam off his plate, lifted it with both hands to his face, stuck out his tongue, and performed oral sex on it; moaning and groaning in mock ecstasy; murmuring “yeah, baby, let me suck you dry”... While I sat with my fork frozen in mid air; the retinas of my eyes scorched by the crude scene; my brain trying to reject the entire episode to protect my teetering sanity; the other three patrons also witnessed the same obscene freak show. The mom with her two children. The mom with her two young children. The mom with her two, now scared, now crying, young children. The mom that got up and took flight with the sobbing kids in tow - but not before she leaned over our table to tell the clam cumsucker that abortion should be retroactive - HIS abortion. So much for the “something fun; something clean; something normal” idea. After his warped, perverted attempts at dinner table conversation, we made haste departing - actually, we had no choice but to leave - the enraged manager was armed with a flailing sushi knife - and got in line to enter the funhouse ride across the way. We climbed into the car, put the safety bar down, and away we rode; as the doors of the entrance closed behind us; the car jolting on its track every few feet. We were in pitch darkness at first – the perfect opportunity for the raunchy Romeo to make his next slimy move... We weren’t in the funhouse for more than sixty seconds when he did just that – his clammy hands;{ no, they weren’t cold – they were “clammy” – from him holding one that he tried tongue fucking}; attempting to slip underneath my bra to cop a feel. I tried to wriggle out of his grasp, and as the car lurched, I caught my drool stained sleeve on the lever of the safety bar. In the now dimly lit green chasms of the ride, {eerily, the same nauseating shade of green as what I pictured his cock resembling right about then}, I grappled to release my sleeve; concentrating on it - and not on my lecherous Lothario. I guess Dickhead thought I was falling for his overtures when I didn’t {and couldn’t} push him away, and as the car jolted again, his groping paw popped the snap right off of my front hooked bra. As I tore loose from my captive state in panic, leaving the entire sleeve from the shoulder down married forever to the ride’s lever, I turned to hear the slick dick unzip his fly. My reaction, of course, was not to allow him to release his Pickle Plague onto the world, so I reached down with my other hand in an attempt to stifle his vim, vigor, and vulgarity, and caught the sleeve still attached to my shirt in his pant’s zipper as I attempted to pull it back up. It was a tug of war; with me trying to wrestle free my now one and only sleeve, and Dickhead trying to wrestle me into playing with his leper cock. It was not a pretty scene – my Nautica top in pieces; my bra hanging out of the opening where a sleeve used to be; looking as if it were a passenger attempting to jump to a lifeboat off the Titanic; my other hand looking as if it were surgically skin grafted to his groin. No, it was not a pretty scene at all – especially when the exit doors opened and the car lunged forward into the bright daylight. And it especially wasn’t a pretty scene for the people that were next in line for the ride; the next in line for the car we were in – the mother and her two young children. One look from the mother – who was beginning to foam at the mouth, and the two kids – that were now trying to pole vault jump to their mom’s neck for safety - prompted me to blurt out, “I can explain”... Permanent lifetime exile from the amusement park – with the threat of charges of indecent exposure, lewd behavior in a public place and a half dozen or so additional citings, made for one “ you can’t top this, can you?” afternoon. We beat feet to my car; but only after I had viciously yanked my sleeve cuff from his crotch - tearing a gaping hole in his pants where the fly used to be. Now everyone in the entire parking lot could see – and appreciate - his macho bikinis with the four leaf clover on them, and rejoice in the distorted knowledge that it was my “lucky day”. I then dropped off the Abominable Asshole; bid him a “Goodnight – it’s been real” between clenched teeth, and drove back here – to safety and sanity, and you; the first entry in my Post Traumatic Stress Journal. So, here I sit, writing this Date from Hell down on paper – in the hopes that I may look back at it about fifty years from now, and laugh. But, I don’t think it will be that soon. And I don’t think I will be laughing that hard. Wait... there’s a message on my answering machine......I don’t believe it - it’s the Dickhead! He’s begging me to call him back! Is he fucked up or what? I think I will take this opportunity –while I am the official neighborhood long shot on- the-edge, and call him back! What do I have to lose? My eight remaining acrylic nails? My dignity? I am in the deepest, rankest cesspool of humiliation now, thanks to him. No, I can’t let this chance slip by without telling him I know about his gross and hideous jock itch – that should begin, at least, to even the score. “Hello, Dickhead?... How's it hanging?"... Second Day of School Note: Thank you so much for making "First Day of School" the Lesbian Story of the Year in 2003. It was obvious from the beginning that there had to be a second day. Here it is. I hope you enjoy it. * * * * * My first year as a third grade teacher was going well. Much better than I had expected, in fact. The kids were great; my principal was great; and the other third grade teacher—Lisa—was, well, more than great. Our relationship was growing stronger by the day. We got together at least once a week for a meal at her condo and dessert in her bedroom. On weekends it was not unusual for me to arrive on Saturday and leave on Sunday. I loved Lisa. Her maturity compelled me to grow a little myself, and I thanked her for that. My insecurities faded when we were together and that even carried over to my real life. Better yet, we were able to carry on our relationship without raising suspicion at school. Since both of us were fairly attractive, single and young...I had turned 24 in February and Lisa was 31...the other teachers were constantly trying to set us up with guys. Lisa, of course, would have never been interested. I had lost nearly all interest in men since school opened. It would take a truly special man to pull me away from Lisa at this point. It was much more likely that she and I would be living together before my second year of teaching. March rolled around and our thoughts turned toward the end of the school year and the approaching summer. Yes! Three months off. Endless morning showers with Lisa, kissing and licking until we couldn't cum any more. Heaven. We were sitting in my classroom at the end of the day when the subject of summer came up once more. "Chris, I meant to ask you," Lisa started to say. I looked up from my lesson plans as she continued. "I noticed you had a lot of history books on your bookshelf at the apartment. Mostly Civil War." When she trailed off, I jumped in unsure of where this was going. "Yep." "Have you studied it much?" she asked. "Sure. It goes back to when my grandparents lived in southern Pennsylvania. We would visit them and sometimes head over to Gettysburg. Then in school I did reports on it. I guess I just never gave up the interest." "That's neat," Lisa said. "I was wondering if you'd be interested in doing something this summer." She hesitated again, but this time I let her go on. "Chris, I know this is being very forward...and asking a lot...but..." "God, Lisa, I hate it when you do this. I thought I was the insecure one. Maybe I'm rubbing off on you." Lisa laughed. "Ok, ok. Well, for years I've wanted to visit some of the battlefields myself. Maybe hit Gettysburg and Antietam and The Wilderness and farther down into Virginia. Would you consider going with me if I went this summer?" My heart leapt. I tried not to let my elation become too obvious as I looked up into her blue eyes. Lisa went on. "I've done some research on the Internet and there are great bed and breakfasts at each stop...for around a hundred dollars or one twenty five a night. With breakfast," she exclaimed excitedly, as if trying to convince me. "Well, duh. Maybe that's why they call them bed and breakfasts," I said dryly. "Chris Spivey. Stop it. I'm trying to be serious." Our laughter eventually spilled out into the empty hallway. "You would want me to go with you? Really?" I asked. Lisa looked back at me coolly. "I wouldn't go without you." Now my heart was racing uncontrollably. I wanted to jump on her, but remembered we were still at school and not on her couch. "When would you go?" This was a stalling tactic on my part as I could care less when she wanted to go. I was going. "Maybe July. After the Fourth. It might not be as crowded then." It was no use playing with her any more. She had to know from my smiling face I wanted this more than anything. My mind alternated between the excitement of revisiting historic sites I hadn't seen in years and the ecstasy of having Lisa to myself in beautiful, old country inns. "Sure. I'll go." "Yea," Lisa cried out as she leaned over from her chair and hugged my neck. "Some night when you're over we'll sit down and plan it. Ok?" "I can't wait," I said. What I really couldn't wait for was the opportunity to kiss her passionately and feel her wonderful body next to mine. But we were used to dealing with those desires in school. A couple nights later I was sitting with Lisa at her kitchen table, wine in half empty glasses and two dozen or so pieces of paper in front of us. Lisa had printed out web sites for the bed and breakfasts she thought we should consider at each stop of the tour. Now she was trying to organize them by city. She held one in her hand and stared at it. "Oh. This one is outside Gettysburg. Look at the four-poster bed in this room. Isn't it great?" Lisa turned the page toward me and I admired the dark wood of the posters. In my mind, I pictured Lisa lying naked on top of the cushy quilt that covered the bed. "It's beautiful. I'm not sure I would want to get out of it in the morning," I sighed. "Maybe I won't let you," Lisa answered quickly. Half an hour later we had the printed information categorized. Lisa refilled our glasses, but before she could sit back down I stood up, grabbed my glass and clutched the woman's hand. "C'mon. Let's take a break for a little while. We have until July." Lisa recognized the look on my face. It was there each time we ever made love. She came to learn that when it was there, nothing was going to stop me. She took her wine glass in her free hand and I pulled her into the living room. When we got to the couch I took her glass and placed it on a table along with mine. I turned and looked at the woman I had grown to love, standing tall and beautiful in front of me. Lisa and I enjoyed taking turns being in control. This was my turn...and she waited patiently. I moved until our bodies barely touched at the waist. Face to face, with desire beginning to build a bond between us. I ran my fingers up her bare arms and over the top of her t-shirt, across her shoulders. I moved to her neck and her chin and her face. With her face cupped in my hands, I kissed her. Lisa played this part very well. She hardly moved. So, I forced my tongue into her mouth. She responded in kind, but only with her tongue. Her body was otherwise frozen in place, but burning for me underneath. I turned my head in an effort to taste more of her. I pulled her head towards me, feeling her short blonde hair intertwine with my fingers. Our breasts pressed against each other and I could feel her hips begin to move into mine. As I ran my tongue over her lips for the last time I could feel her body losing control. I moved my hands down her back and inside her jeans. Lisa's panties were soft and silky under my fingers as I squeezed her butt. The woman couldn't wait patently any longer. She kissed me again and pulled me to her. I felt her hands disappear inside the back of my shirt, then slide around to my breasts. Lisa kneaded my smallish boobs, which desperately needed the wetness of her mouth on them. I knew it wouldn't be long. We both began to pull the other's shirt off at the same time, causing us to giggle. "Geez," I said sarcastically. "You must be horny. I thought I was going to get to do whatever I wanted." "Do whatever you want. Just get naked first," she replied while throwing my shirt on the floor. Her's quickly followed. The dim light in the room made her breasts appear even more appealing, with dark shadows between and beneath the two ample tits. Our hands began to roam over each other's naked upper bodies. As often as we had done this in the past several months, the thrill was still intense for me. I hoped it was the same for Lisa. She allowed me the pleasure of being the first to taste the other. I took her left breast in my hand and pushed it up to my wet lips. Lisa loved to have her nipple licked and very lightly bit. So, I concentrated on it for a while, letting it grow harder under my tongue. Eventually, my mouth engulfed as much of her breast as it could. Lisa pushed it farther into my mouth and pulled my head hard against her. I frantically licked and sucked and nipped at the nipple until moans of pleasure came from deep inside my lover. Lisa began to lower herself onto the couch, taking me with her. At first I tried to stay connected to her breast, but ultimately I had to let it go before I hurt either Lisa or myself. As she got settled onto her back, I leaned over her to the table holding the wine glasses. I dipped two fingers into my glass and brought several drops of wine to my right breast. I repeated the process and covered another portion of the same breast. Before I could get it down to Lisa's mouth, she was raising her head and reaching for my tit with her hand. I watched a single drop of wine fall onto her face before she was able to surround the wet area with her lips. Eagerly she licked and sucked on my breast. I felt her tongue glide over it from side to side, top to bottom, scraping across the nipple several times. My pussy tingled. I wanted to reach inside my jeans and feel the wetness. Instead, I leaned up again and got more wine on my hand. This time I spread it on Lisa's breast and tried to bring her the same pleasure she had given me. I devoured every drop and left a few of my own from my tongue. We were both ready to explode, knowing what delights awaited us. Nothing Lisa had done since I began seeing her ever disappointed me. She had made me cum in many ways, in many positions. Each night we seemed to find new ones. I reached once more for my glass and brought it to us. I lifted Lisa's head gently with my hand and let her take a drink. I did the same, then we tasted it on our tongues as we kissed deeply. In the excitement, a small amount of wine spilled onto Lisa's chest, causing her to shriek in the middle of our kiss. I returned the glass to the table and my mouth to her body. A thin stream of clear, white wine had found it's way to her navel. Starting at that point, I began lapping up the spillage, taking an occasional light bite at Lisa's skin. She half giggled and half scolded me to stop. I knew she didn't mean it. Especially when I got to the base of her breasts and the valley between them. Once all the excess wine had been accounted for, I buried my tongue in her mouth one last time. I had other places I wanted it to be. My hand got there first. Lisa's jeans always allowed me to slide my hand inside. Front or back, it didn't matter. Standing. Reclining. It didn't matter. At the moment I was on top of her, reclining with her, when my hand snuck under the snap and wiggled under her panties until reaching her clit. Just then, my mouth settled on her right breast. The combination of sensations always produced the result I wanted. Lisa's ass rose off the couch as she strained to meet my hand with her body. Rubbing gently, I let her squirm a little. I would tease her before making full contact with her soft clit. Tonight she wasn't in the mood for too much teasing. I watched her hands unsnap the jeans and pull down the zipper. Lisa opened the jeans and slid them down a few inches, giving my hand a chance to move more freely. She settled back down on the couch and concentrated on my mouth and fingers. Inside her panties I could now reach down to her damp pussy and draw some of her juices up over her clit. Within a couple minutes I could feel the clit lengthen and harden. She was almost ready for me. I lifted myself from her and stood next to the couch, looking down on her long, lean body. I opened my jeans and pushed them down my legs. Purposely taking my time, I leaned towards her and slowly lifted my feet from the pants. My breasts hung over her and I watched Lisa's eyes take them in. When I stood back up, her eyes moved to my panties and legs. Just as slowly, I removed the panties and let her see my neatly shaven pussy. One small strip of hair extended above my clit, which ached for her touch. The feeling I got from watching the look of desire on Lisa's face was always indescribable. I wanted her so much. A moment later I had her jeans and panties off. We were naked again, loving each other again, just as we'd done so many times in the past. But it never got old. My body was on top of hers. We rolled and kissed and moaned. I bit at her neck and shoulders before licking and sucking both breasts again. I felt a little lightheaded either from the wine or from desire...or both. By the time my mouth reached her clit I was feeling better. Now I could concentrate on making this woman cum. My tongue grazed across her skin, then dropped to the sweet wetness between her legs. I entered her and licked the inside of her cunt. Lisa's ass rose off the couch as she tried to fuck my face. Finally, I returned to her clit. "Oh, baby," Lisa sighed. "Right there. Suck me. There." She didn't need to tell me. My mouth clamped down on the engorged clit and I began to roughly lick and suck on it. Both of my hands slid under her and grasped her ass. I pulled her up to me; tight against my face. It only took a couple minutes for the familiar sounds of her pending orgasm to start. Lisa screamed my name, put her hands on both of her nipples and began rolling them between her fingers. I felt her body get tense in the seconds before her release. Then it began and Lisa came with the usual erotic intensity. Her body thrashed under me. I struggled to keep her clit between my lips and used my tongue when I felt I had lost it. Lisa's cries of pleasure made me want to cum so bad, but I knew I had to wait. My goal now was to satisfy her the best I could. Her hands clutched at her breasts while my lips and tongue tormented her clit. Lisa shuddered several times as I licked her and moaned loudly with approval. I continued my attack until she began to crawl up the couch away from me. This was always my indication she was about done. One final good lick and Lisa was spent. I watched her put her hands on her forehead for a second before pulling back her frazzled hair. With my head resting on her thigh, I just looked at her magnificent body. "God, Chris." I let her rest for a few seconds. Then, she spoke again. "I did not teach you that. You've been lying to me all this time. You HAD to have had somebody before me." "Nope," I said quietly. My fingers were tracing around her clit. "You're it. You just make it easy to love you." Lisa rolled onto her side. I saw her reach above her head for the drawer in the little table that held our glasses. She slid higher on the couch to peer inside the drawer and my heart began to race again. Soon, the drawer was pushed shut and Lisa was returning to her prone position. My eyes immediately locked in on her hand. Past experiences in this place with this woman had taught me to look. I began to feel my body tingle all over. She had pulled out the metal one. The long, slender, silver metal dildo that I loved so much. I watched as Lisa slid it erotically into her mouth and sucked on it. She smiled. It was going to be a very good night. Spring arrived in the next few weeks and the school year wound down. Lisa and I talked informally off and on about our trip in July, but never got around to making reservations at any of the great bed and breakfasts that she had found. This was due more to laziness than any second thoughts on our part. I was more concerned with getting through the remainder of the school year without totally screwing something up. My lesson plans looked great on paper, but would they work in the classroom? How would the kids start to act now that the weather was warmer? Would a parent go ballistic on me for some unknown reason? It ended up that a parent was my biggest problem, but not for the reason I anticipated. His name was Bill and he was gorgeous. Tall. Light brown hair and the cutest butt I'd ever seen. Bill was about thirty and became a single parent two years ago. He became my problem when he showed up after school one day to ask if his daughter, Megan, was progressing in math as well as I thought she should be. We ended up in my classroom with the door closed. This guy was so nice I almost got over the feeling that Lisa was across the hall spying on us the whole time. Each time I looked into his gray eyes I felt a twinge of guilt. This guy could almost make me forget nights with Lisa. "I know girls and boys are supposed to be different in the development of math and English skills," he was saying, "But she is so behind where her older brother was at this point." I nearly missed his pause, an obvious attempt to get a response out of me without asking a specific question. "Uh, well, I think Megan is exactly where I would expect her to be at this point based on her ability at the beginning of the year," I stammered. My legs were crossed and I nervously pulled my skirt over my knee. One hand fiddled with a button on my blouse. "I certainly would never consider holding her back." Bill sat up a little straighter. "Oh, that wasn't what I was getting at. I was...ah, just...you know. I was worried about her and I wanted to hear it from you." You could cut the tension with a knife. I was a complete mess inside. How could I possibly be expected to give this man a logical explanation to what was going on with his daughter when my mind was mush? Bill was everything I liked in men. He was older, very mature, showed his emotions and, so far, showed respect to younger women. Well, at least this younger woman. I could hear Lisa's door close and the sound of her shoes fading away in the hallway. Did she slam that door on purpose? I believe I convinced Bill his concerns were premature at best, maybe totally unfounded. We agreed that if he felt Megan needed help during the summer he could contact me and I'd arrange for a tutor. Then it happened. Right after we exchanged phone numbers. "And can I call you for purely social reasons?" he asked shyly. It was impossible to get mad at him. My attraction to him had to be obvious during the previous half hour and now all I could do was smile and look down at my knees, barely visible again under my skirt. The hesitation must have disappointed him immensely. "I...well, sure. Yeah." I looked up at him and Lisa's face flashed before me. This was going to be hard. "Great. I would enjoy that," he said. "Now I guess I better let you get home." "Oh, it's alright. We're used to working over." We did spend another five minutes just chatting about stuff and I felt somewhat more comfortable by the time he was leaving. I was telling myself he wasn't like all the other jerks I'd known in my life. And dated. And why was I thinking in terms of dating this guy? If he called I'd probably go out with him. But long term? Nah. Maybe. Of course the phone rang that evening. "When are you getting married?" "Oh, shut up, Lisa. God. One parent conference and you think I'm married," I said sternly, holding back my smile. "OK. When are you going out?" I waited, thinking of an acceptable answer to that one. "He's supposed to call." "I knew it," Lisa nearly shouted on the other end. "You are...you're..." "What?" I asked. "You're driving me crazy." "Listen, Lisa. This doesn't change anything with us. Nothing could. He seems like a really nice guy and he might want to go out. So what?" I could hear her take a drink. "So he might want to get married next." "And I'll say no. What's the big deal?" I didn't sound at all convincing, I'm sure. "Will you think of me when you're in bed with him?" Lisa asked. "You ask a lot of questions, girl. When are we going to finalize this trip, anyway?" Second Day of School "Don't change the subject. And I don't know. Anytime you want." I didn't want to get angry or allow Lisa to blow up, which I sensed she wanted to do. I thought the sooner I ended this conversation the better. "Hon, I'll talk to you tomorrow. I'm tired right now, OK?" Lisa sighed. "OK. Bye babe." If the reason for her call was to ruin my night's sleep, it worked. I tossed most of the night, weighing the advantages and disadvantages of going out with Bill. There were plenty of both and by morning I had convinced myself I was capable of seeing both Bill and Lisa. Perhaps Lisa didn't realize I was fully capable of seeing this guy and not losing my affection for her. It might even be fun. He called two days later. I was nervous talking to him, which I took as a sign that I really did want to go out. So we made arrangements for dinner a couple nights later. Lisa was sure I was holding back information when I told her our plans. It sounded like a simple meal with a new friend and that was my intention. So much for intentions. Bill really was a nice man and when he said the kids were with their grandmother and did I want to come over...well, you know. Of course I did. We were on the couch. We were comfortable. We were laughing. We were kissing. We were naked. It all happened so fast. And it was great. No toy in Lisa's magic desk drawer could match this man's cock. It felt SO good to once again feel a man inside me, throbbing, thrusting. He used every finger, his lips and tongue and that wonderful cock to make me cum twice the first half hour. He came inside me. He came in my mouth. Only once did I have to clear Lisa's image from my mind. To her credit, she didn't rub my nose in it at school or when we saw each other. It didn't seem as though she was in competition with Bill. This certainly made it easier for me as my friendship with Bill bordered on becoming a relationship. Bill and I saw each other about once a week. We didn't always have sex. When we did, it was very good. When I had sex with Lisa, it was very good. Life was good. Neither of them had to know that it was hard on me living this "double life", for lack of a better term. I really did feel guilty, but not ashamed. We're allowed to have more than one friend, I reasoned. And I still considered Lisa a lover and Bill a friend. But I'm sure that didn't help Lisa any. Nor, in fact, did I actually tell her that. Oh well. Finally, the last week of school arrived. Plans for the July trip were finalized and reservations had been made at the most appealing bed and breakfasts. Somehow along the way, this trip had become some sort of seminal journey that would ultimately determine whether I maintained a steadier relationship with Lisa or Bill. Nobody forced me to think this...except me. I guess I wanted a sign. I truly had nobody else to turn to. I had an older brother who did not think at all like me and would have been the last person on Earth I'd ask for help regarding relationships. My father died of cancer at a young age and my mother never understood me. Was I the only sane person in my family? I'd find myself asking questions like this at the strangest times. I'd be in the shower letting the water flow through my hair and over my long, lean body. Well, OK. Maybe tall and thin described me, but I imagined in books they would describe me as long and lean. The author would say I had ample breasts and shapely hips and creamy thighs. As the water flowed, my hands began to caress my body. Sometimes they were Lisa's hands and sometimes they were Bill's. Whoever they belonged to, they ended up on my ass and between my legs. Usually they held soap until I was lathered up...in all respects. Then a single finger would concentrate on my clit. A hand would hold my breast and squeeze my nipple. Soon, a second finger was working my clit and my breast was being pushed against my body, kneaded roughly. I tilt my head back and feel the water strike just above my breasts. My nipples tingle. Water drips off them rapidly, flowing over my stomach and down my legs. My hand frantically rubs my clit until I lean forward against the shower wall. Now the water is streaming down my back and over my ass. One finger is inside my cunt. Then two. My clit demands their attention and they comply. I imagine Lisa's body under mine, her breasts begging to be sucked. Bill is behind me, thrusting his hard cock into my dripping cunt. Short, sharp cries echo inside the shower. I cum a second time a couple minutes later. I'm not sure who caused that one. I just know it happened. I smiled at the fact it could have just been me that made myself cum. It was a pleasant thought. "Hello." I looked at the clock. Did it really say 8:15 a.m.? Who the hell was calling me at 8:15 a.m. on a Saturday? "Hey, babe. Hope I didn't wake you." "Damn it, Lisa. It's eight fifteen. It's Saturday. Of course you woke me," I said, pulling the blankets up against my bare breasts. "Well, good. It's tradition that the first day of summer vacation starts with breakfast out. I'm buying." She sounded way too cheerful. Despite her assurance the night before that she was staying home, I suspected she'd either been drinking or, worse yet, seeing somebody I didn't want to know about. "Tradition? With who? Are you feeling guilty because you've been cheating on me?" I rolled onto my side, adjusting my panties with my free hand. Lisa made some sort of disgusted noise. "Cheating? Who's the one that should be feeling guilty about cheating here?" "Is that what you call it?" I asked. "Doesn't dating sound more realistic?" "What do I have to do to get you back?" I could tell Lisa was smiling. She had used this line before and always smiled when she said it. The kind of smile that made me melt. "We'll talk about it over breakfast. Let me kick this guy out of bed and I'll be ready," I said. "Oh, fuck you. Let me talk to him," Lisa demanded. I just laughed. "Oops. You scared him away. What time are you picking me up?" "Pick you up? I'm buying. You pick me up," she said. "God. All right. What time?" "Nine thirty." "I'll be there." I waited just a couple seconds, then added with a giggle, "Stop it. That tickles." "Go to hell, Chris Spivey." The phone line went dead with a loud click. It was going to be a fun summer. We used the breakfast to rehash the school year and try to establish where I was professionally. It actually was very pleasant and useful time spent. One thing about Lisa: she tells it like it is. Yes, I knew my lesson plans needed work, but hearing it from her cemented the idea. It was only at the very end that our trip was mentioned...by me...and Lisa seemed genuinely excited about going. I was too, but didn't want to show it for some reason. I think in my mind I wanted her to get the satisfaction of making it a good trip for me, which I knew she would. June flew past with lots of attention paid to my dirty apartment and just a little paid to Bill. We went out; we fucked; we laughed. Megan was being very good about the whole thing, but I wasn't quite ready to consider her a daughter yet. Not by a long shot. Finally, we got through July 4th with both relationships intact. Maybe I should say I got through. I doubt that either Lisa or Bill had any doubts about our relationship. I suppose I could have asked them about it, but who wants to spoil perfectly good sex with conversation? So one day I found myself in a car with Lisa heading for Gettysburg, Pennsylvania and points south. I was eager to see the battlefields and even more eager to work on my pathetic tan. I had done a lot of bike riding during May and June and had a bikers tan. Las Vegas, with its topless sunbathing areas, would have been a more appropriate trip. But this would do. We stayed at a fabulous bed and breakfast outside of Gettysburg, which had actually served as a stagecoach stop in the 1800's and a meeting place for Confederate generals leading up to the battle. The place reeked of history. Large oak beams rose along the walls and stretched across the dark ceilings of the dining room and bar. After spending the late afternoon and early evening on the battlefield, we came back for drinks in the "pub". There were only a half dozen rooms at the inn, so patrons were few and far between. A few couples came and went the first half hour and a handful of locals stopped in for no apparent reason beyond checking out the guests. Second Day of School It occurred less than one hour later when Lisa and Carol were standing next to each other looking out the window at the lights of the village. Nobody was talking, just looking. I saw Lisa put her arm on Carol's back. Carol seemed to nudge slightly closer to Lisa, then drop her head onto Lisa's shoulder. Lisa's arm slowly wrapped around the other woman in a semi-hug. In one smooth, natural looking movement, the two women faced each other and embraced. Lisa was an inch or two taller than Carol, but they looked marvelous together from where I sat. Their eyes met fleetingly before their lips came together. Lisa was brushing back Carol's brown hair when the kiss became more intense. This was my first experience watching two women begin to make love and it excited me. I knew how splendid a kisser Lisa was and I was just a little jealous of Carol. Lisa and Carol were fully enclosed in each other's arms, their heads turned to one side to allow their mouths to lock together. The kiss lasted a full sixty seconds before they separated briefly and gazed at each other. Without saying a word, Lisa began to unbutton Carol's blouse. My body shook with anticipation at the thought of this very pretty woman being naked before us. Surely, she won't let this continue, I thought. I felt the wetness between my legs increase as Lisa's hands worked their way down Carol's blouse. When she got to the bottom and pulled the blouse out of Carol's shorts, I was able to see most of Carol's right breast. Even in the dim light and across the room, it looked nice. And still no hesitation on Carol's part. She watched Lisa with virtually no expression on her face. Lisa waited for just a second after the blouse was unbuttoned and untucked. Then she lifted it off the woman's shoulders and down her arms. As Lisa placed the blouse on a chair, my eyes could not leave the magnificent breasts that were just uncovered. They were smaller than Lisa's, which were about the only other breasts I had to compare them to. But their shape was perfect and I wanted to run across the room and take one in my mouth. Before even Lisa could have the pleasure, Carol was lifting off Lisa's shirt. As was normal for her, Lisa did not have a bra on and the two of them stood within inches of each other admiring the other's body. They hugged again, the breasts pressing together. Another kiss. This time with hands exploring each other amid audible moans of passion. Second Day's Initiation I wake up in the morning to find the sun shining directly into the room and feeling sore. I look to my right and You're not in bed. I then hear the clicking of the keyboard and know where You are. I climb out of bed quietly and step behind You and plant a kiss on Your cheek. My breasts hang over Your shoulder and You give my nipple a tug. You smell like soap and I watch as You upload the pictures You took last night. "I laid out the outfit I want you to wear today. I suggest you get in the shower. It still may be early, but I'd enjoy a blow job before we leave. Plus you need to have something inserted." My eyes wandered to the desk top and I see the anal plug and baby oil. I kneel down and rub my hands along Your left thigh and Your head turns as You look down on me. "slut, I don't want the blow job now. I want to cum on your face and have You rub it in like lotion so both you and I know it's there, but no one else will. Go shower." My shoulders sink and I stand up and begin to walk to the shower as You spank my sore ass. Thank God I have a small studio apartment with my own shower and kitchen. If I hadn't I don't know what my parents or even siblings would've thought had they heard me last night. I couldn't keep it in. I felt like an animal last night and Master had opened me up more than I thought He ever could. I walked into the bathroom and saw the towel He laid out for me, but not the clothes. "Mast..." It occurred to me that the bathroom window was open and I rephrased what I was going to say. "Where are my clothes?" I yelled to my Master. He got up and walked into the bathroom to me. "They are in the room. I will dress You and wash You. I will also put the lotion on your body and then I'll enjoy the blow job you will give me, slut. Now, turn the water on to your liking and get in." I climbed into the shower and started the water. Once it was at the temperature I desired I hand You the soap and You begin to lather the soap in Your hands. Your hands roam my arm and You move to my armpit and spread the soap as You slide down my breasts and You spread the soap as Your hands massage my breasts lathering the soap and making sure the nipples are hard as You pull on them. "Spread your legs, slut." I do as I am told and You rub the soap slowly along the inside of my cunt and You look up at me with a smile. "Put your hands on your head, slut." I interlock my fingers and feel You tug at my clit. "Like that, slut?" "Yes, Master." "Good." You stand put the soap down and reach for my shaving cream and shaver. You begin to shave my legs and finish with my cunt making sure it stays nice and bare. Once You're done shaving me You tell me to wash my hair and watch me carefully as I do so. After I'm clean and shut off the water You open the towel for me and tell me to step in. I do as I'm told and Your hands begin to dry me off. "little one, you look gorgeous with these little marks across your ass. Did you enjoy that part last night?" "Mmm, yes I did, Master." "Good, my little one. Good." You reach for my favorite lotion. "Place your hands on your head." You begin to apply the lotion to my body. It stings the welts on my rear and Your hand slides between my ass cheeks and You apply lotion to my anal crevice. You rub in circles and a little moan escapes my lips. "Feel good, little one?" "More than You know, Master." You kiss my neck. "Good. I want you soaking all day. I want you ready for my cock so I can take your cunt when I please to. No matter where. Are you ready to please me that way?" You begin to apply the lotion to my breasts and I moan. "Oh yess, Master. I am so very ready." "That's a good slut. A very pleasing slut." You apply some lotion to my cunt making it burn a tad, but at this moment in time it feels just right. You spend time rubbing it into the skin of my cunt and I moan knowing that the wetness between my legs is caused by You now and not the shower. I feel Your cock brush against me and when You step in front of me I see the hardness and wonder when I get to please You. You squeeze the bottle and let a drip fall onto the left side of my neck. You let this slowly run down to my left breast as You apply lotion to my elbow and begin to rub it in. You squeeze another drop on the other side of my neck and it continues to slowly sneak down to my breast. You rub lotion on that arm as well and by the time You get back to my left breast the lotion has already met my hard nipple and You place the bottle down and rub both breasts and I close my eyes and moan. Your hands leave my breasts and You smack my pussy. "Relax, slut. How will you make it through the day if you're already so worked up? I don't need you cumming when you give me my blow job." "Yes, Master." "Go into the front room and wait for Me. We need to get the plug in your ass and get you dressed. Then I want my blow job." You stepped aside and spanked my ass as I walked to the front room with my hands on my head. You come back with the baby oil and a long spaghetti strapped dress with flowers that reached to the middle of the lower part of my legs. In Your other hand You held a white lacy push up bra. The dress was pale and I knew from previous experience of wearing it people could see through it and You knew that. I guess that's why You chose it. "Place this bra on and then I'll put on the dress, little one." You slide the dress over my head and stand back to admire me. "Lean over that chair and raise your dress over your ass. Keep your ass high and relax your muscles." I do as I'm told and I hear the baby oil being squeezed onto Your hand. "Hold your ass open, little one." I open my ass and I tilt my head watching You in the mirror across the room. You rub the oil on my passageway and slide a finger in. "Mmm, I can't wait to fuck your ass tonight, little one. I'll love my cock buried deep inside this tight little hole." You finger fuck my ass while I watch and I feel my wetness seeping out of my cunt and dripping onto the top of my thigh. Another finger enters and I moan. You remove Your fingers and slam the dildo in my ass. "You're such a slut. I was enjoying that almost as much as you were, but only one of us will be cumming before the party." I watch in the mirror as You remove Your shorts and move the coffee table. You sit on the couch. "Stand up, slut." I do as I'm told and feel the dildo readjust to my anal cavity. "Feel good, slut?" "Mmm, yes Master." I look at You as You begin to slide Your hand up and down Your cock. "slut, should I be doing this or should your mouth?" "My mouth, Master." "I'm glad you think so too. Now get on your knees and crawl of here to take care of me." I raise my dress and get on my knees and I crawl to You. When I reach You I take Your cock in my hand and bring it to my mouth. I see Your wetness on the tip and I lick it slowly rolling the wetness in my mouth and place the head of Your cock into my mouth and roll my tongue over the slit. "Mmm, that's right, slut. Do you like sucking my cock while that dildo is far up your ass?" Your hands grab hold of my damp hair. "Oh yeah suck that cock. If you don't make me cum slut you'll be sleeping on the floor of the bedroom. Make me cum, slut." I lower my mouth down on Your cock and I feel the tip hit the back of my throat. I try not to gag because I know how much You despise that. "Oh yeah, bitch. Just like that. More of that." You say and I move faster on Your cock wanting to rather taste Your cum instead of having it sprayed on me, but I must follow Your wants and needs before my own. Your hands grab my head and You begin to fuck my mouth and I grab Your balls and feel they're tight and I know You'll be cumming soon. "Will you swallow it all, slut?" I moan and squeeze Your balls and You moan as You fuck my mouth harder and begin to shoot Your cum deep into my throat and the muscles in my mouth make slam Your cock deeper and You pull Your cock out and let the remaining cum spray onto my face. I swallow what was in my mouth and watch You breathing heavily on the couch. Following Your prior instructions I rub the cum on my face into my skin. As I do this I see a drop of cum on my dress. Your eyes catch me looking at it. "Rub it in, little one. The dress is so pale no one will even notice." You bend over as You get up and kiss my forehead. "Go fix your hair and make up with out wiping any cum off. You can only place make up on your eyes and lips. Make it a tad bit whorish though, little one." You walk towards the room and then comment. "Don't touch anything below that skirt while I'm away." I sat there on my knees for a moment and sighed as I stood up seeing a wet spot on the material that was between my legs. Damn I felt so good. So damn horny and I knew this was only the beginning. I stood up and rubbed Your cum into my dress licking my finger afterwards and I went to fix my hair and makeup. Better to keep my mind occupied than to think about how horny I was. I applied perfume to my wrists, my cleavage and neck. I wore my hair up the way You like it. When I next saw You You were dressed in shorts and a button down shirt. "little one, you look amazing. I'm thinking we will definitely be fucking before tonight." You kiss my neck and I hold You close as I feel You raise my skirt. First Your hand travels to the front touching my sex and then moving towards the anal plug buried inside me. You pushed it a tad more making sure it was secured. "Mmm, just checking." "Master?" You pull away from the embrace and look at me in the eyes. "Yes, little one?" "I just wanted You to know I hope I can please You enough today. I hope that when we leave this house and see my family You can keep this as discreet as possible also. I do not want my family thinking terrible of me." "little one, you are My slut and I can treat you however I desire." I sighed and looked away. You turned my face to meet my eyes. "But I respect your wishes and your family and I will not let this out to them. You have my word." I beamed. "Thank You, Master." The yard is covered in balloons and the wind is whipping them in every direction. The wind is also being just as playful with my dress as I held it down with my left hand as You held the right hand. On the drive over You had me lift my dress and sit on the seat bare assed as well as my cunt visible and legs spread wide open. This was so that You could see it and touch it when You chose to, as well as other drivers and passengers. I stared straight ahead with my breasts pushed outward, another request of Yours. We mingled with the crowd sat and ate with Cindy and Ron, two close friends. "I cannot believe how windy it is out here." Cindy mentions and You agree. "Personally, I think everyone should go inside." My eyes meet Yours and Your eyes dance with excitement. You grab my thigh and my nerves are kicked up a notch or two or maybe possibly ten. Cindy stands up and grabs her plate. "I'm going to mention it to Sue. She should move this whole thing in." Ron follows her as she walks away. "Anything to get a bigger crowd in the house, huh?" "Of course, my little one." Your hand slides up my leg and You ask. "How's that plug?" "Uncomfortable, but nice." I drank the rest of my beer. "Thanks for asking." "Oh anytime, little one." I stood up slowly and You smile. Your hand slides down my ass and You check the plug. "Making sure it's in there good." "I hope no one saw that." "Who cares, little one? No one was even looking. Get me a beer when you're up and don't forget to bend over at the cooler. Don't squat. It might slide out and then you'll have a bit of explaining to do." "Yes." You walk up behind me as I'm bent over and You whisper. "I can see that little black plug sticking out of your ass, little one. It's turning me on something fierce. Let's sneak away now, slut." Slowly I stand up and look at You nervously. I glance down and see the bulge in Your pants. "Do you want to explain my hard on as well?" "No." A smile appears on Your face and You ask, "No, what?" I glance around and say, "No, Master." Your left hand encompasses my right one and You lead me into the house. "little one, you go to the bathroom upstairs first and I will follow. Be naked and be prepared for me." "I'm beyond prepared. I'll be naked for You." We walk into the house and my aunt Josie stops us at the door. "Sweetie, you look so happy today. It's nice to see that glow on your face. Is this your someone special?" "He's special alright." I smile and You squeeze my hand. "Dear, what's on your dress? Did you drop some of that dressing on it? It's dried up now you should go wet it." I look down and realize she's speaking of Your dried cum. "I'm actually going to get it wet now. I noticed it earlier." You look at me and smile. "Maybe you can show me the bathroom then, little one." Aunt Josie smiled and said, "How cute! Eugene, how come you don't call me your little one?" I chuckle as I lead You up to the bathroom. I lock the door to the lodge and You unlock it. "Aren't we taking enough risks, Master?" "slut, I want to have sex no matter where we are." "Master, this is my family. I don't need to give anyone of my family members a heart attack." For a moment You look at me. "Lock the door, slut." I lock the door and You tell me to remove my dress and to turn the light on. There is a storm moving in and it makes the sky pitch black within minutes. By the slamming of the screen door I knew then every one is definitely coming inside. The storm is scaring them in. "The window is open, slut. If you don't want your family to hear you'd better keep it down. I'm not removing the plug either ,slut. I want you to be full." I remove my dress and begin to cross the room. "Uhm, your bra as well, little one." The room is an extra television room but is used mainly for the kids and their video games. I pleaded inside that none of them would want to play while I am. I remove my bra and toss it on the love seat. You have Your shorts unzipped and Your sitting on the couch. "Climb on top, slut." I do as instructed and You lead Your cock to my cunt and slide in deep inside of me as I moan. "You've been dripping all day for this. Haven't you, my slut?" I have my hands on Your shoulder. "Ohhh yess, Master." You smile. "Now, slut, don't rock your hips. Just hold me inside of you and enjoy the feeling." I smile and Your lips kiss my breast and nibble on my nipple. You lightly bite the nipple and pull at it. "Ohhh Master, can I please move? I need to fuck You, Master." "Just hold it there, slut. Stay still." My hips deny me and they deny Your orders. You smack my ass. "What did I say, slut?" A knock at the door and I jump trying to get off of Your cock and You pull me back down hard. "Hello?" The voice says. It's my nephew Joey and I look in Your eyes. "Answer him." You whisper. My eyes and heart scream NO! "Joey," I begin not knowing what to say next. "I'll be out shortly. I'm having a private conversation." "Ok, we'll wait right here." "We'll?" I whisper to You and You grab me and lay me on the floor. You push Your cock harder inside of me. "Look at me, slut. I have a hard cock and I'm buried deep inside of your cunt. I'm going to have to release this urge. If not everyone will know what we've been doing in here. Understand?" "Yes, Master." You slide out of me and slam back in over and over again. I'm arching my back and I wrap my legs around You as You fuck me harder and harder. I'm beyond full with the anal plug and I start to gasp and moan louder. You clamp a hand over my mouth as You fuck me allowing me to breathe out of my nose and I cum hard breathing through my nose. Your cock is still hard. "Stay naked, slut. My cock needs your attention and you are to swallow all of it. If you don't I'm going to place it in your hair." I place my mouth on Your cock and grab hold of Your balls. I slide my mouth up and down on Your cock and then I slide my finger between Your ass cheeks and find your anal cavity. I begin to rub and feel You stiffen quickly inside of my mouth. "Oh yess," You moan loudly and You grab my face fucking it harder and I feel Your cum squirt deep into my mouth as I swallow every drop. You smile as You begin zipping Your pants up. Quickly I stand up and begin to dress. I fix my breasts once they are in their bra and checking my hair and make up as You unlock the door. "There you go, Joe. The room is all yours." My eyes glance the room and I smile as Joey walks in with four of his friends. All of them are around their pre-teens and as I look them over I wonder if they heard You moan. I smile as they go straight for the games. "little one, are you done in there?" I see You as I turn into the hall and kiss Your lips. You taste Your cum and smile. "I hope they didn't hear You, Master." "They're barely teenagers. They need to learn about this sooner or later." "Well as long as I'm not their teacher I don't care how or when they learn it." You kiss me again. "We need to leave soon. I want to get you home and naked. I can't wait to be alone with you." "We'll leave soon. Don't worry." Sue comes up the stairs and sees us. "What are you guys doing?" She gives us a smirk and You say, "Just making out." A chuckle and then she says, "Oh sure you guys are. The boys are playing games right?" "Yeah," I answer quickly. "We were talking in there and they just got into the room." "Well we'll be cutting the cake in about five minutes so get to the kitchen while I wrangle them up." You kiss my cheek. "Whew!" I breathe deeply and You say, "We'll leave after the cake. Not directly, but soon after." You pull away my dress and kiss the front of my breast, just above my bra. You walk away and I look back at Sue and the lodge. Hoping no one knew or smelt the sex lingering in the room as I follow You down the stairs to go have some cake.