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Taste Test

By: Spankx



David was a handsome man in his early fifties. Not having the fulfilling sexual life he would hope for, he often frequented the adult book and gift store. He fantasized frequently about anal sex but had never had the experience. He loved the XXX movies which helped fuel his fantasy.

It was a Friday evening when he found himself at the bookstore. He was quietly contemplating the choices of anal flicks, when two gorgeous chicks walked into his view.

He looked them both up and down and could feel his cock growing. "Down boy," he thought to himself. "These girls must be twenty years younger than you. They want a young stud, not an old fogie."

Mari, wearing a white cotton t-shirt dress, cut high in front and low in back, was very aware of David's gaze. She turned toward him so that he could see she wasn't wearing a bra, a closer look showed she wasn't wearing any panties either. Her black bush was very visible through her tight white dress. Suzette, a tall blonde, was dressed all in red leather. She wore a bikini vest with only a little leather lacing holding her huge tits in, her ass was draped in red leather as well, shorts with lacing up the sides and back. She did a 360 so that David could not only see her tits bounce, but could see her ass crack in the lacing of her shorts. Mari and Suzette giggled. David knew that he would not be able to hide his erection much longer. He turned away, wishing he could just stare at the girls.

David could hear the girls giggling and his curiosity got the better of him. He turned and saw them in the sensual oils and perfume aisle. They caught his gaze and Mari said, "Hey, good-looking, could we get your opinion on something over here?" David came over quickly, "Yes, ladies, how can I be of…..service?" He asked.

Mari and Suzette told David that they wanted to buy some sensual oil, but needed a man's input. "Yeah, I'd like to give them input," David thought to himself. He told them he would love to help them. Mari picked an oil, berry-scented, and held it under David's nose. "How's this smell," Mari asked. "That's not bad," answered David. "But, I wonder how it tastes," Mari giggled and put a drop on her inner thigh, under her short dress. David eyed her legs, wondering if she really was going to ask him to do a taste test. "Well, what are you waiting for?" she giggled. "Someone's going to think I'm trying to eat your pussy, little miss," David said reluctantly, "I don't think it's a good idea for me to get down on the floor and run my tongue on your inner thigh." David couldn't believe he was turning this down.

Suzette put her arm through David's and said, "Oh baby, if you are worried about someone watching, then we can go into the back room. I have some oils I need your taste test on also. But you know, it really would be fun if you just did it here in the aisle. Kind of dangerous, you know." 

David didn't believe it but he went to his knees and started running his tongue up Mari's leg. He was only inches from her crotch and it was all he could do not to go tonguing up there. "Hey, what about me?" Suzette said in a pouty voice. He looked over and she had unzipped her shorts and had put the oil just above her blonde bush. "Oh god," David thought and dived in. His chin nestled into her blonde curly bush as he licked right above it. 

"You've been such a dear," Mari said, "We want to repay you, so please stand up and we will do what we do best." 

David stood up with an extremely hard cock in his pants. Mari and Suzette went to their knees. Suzette pulled David's cock out from his pants and both Mari and Suzette giggled as they drew their mouths nearer.

David shuddered as he felt two sets of tongues lapping his cock. Mari and Suzette both sucked the head of his cock at the same time, each sucking on one side. While they sucked and stroked, David looked down in amazement. He wanted to pump his cock back and forth but held back.

Mari pushed Suzette back and said, "I want to suck the whole thing," With that, she sucked David's dick deep into the back of her throat. Slowly she sucked up and down the length of his shaft. While she was busy sucking, Suzette stood up in front of David and undid her bikini top. Her breasts rolled out of her tight leather top into his waiting hands "Pinch my nipples hard, baby," Suzette teased. David took a nipple in each hand and pinched while Mari sucked away.

Suzette then pushed Mari away, "Move over, Mari," Suzette said, "I want him to fuck my titties." She giggled. David had been wanting to pump and here was his chance. "Wait Suzette, you need a little of this," Mari said and poured scented oil over Suzette's breasts. 

Suzette then held her big tits up to David's cock and said, "Fuck my tits." David bent over a little and pumped away into Suzette's tits. He pumped and pumped until he finally could hold back no more. He shot his load all over Suzette's tits and groaned. Mari reached over and grabbing David's cock, licked his cock clean.

Taste Test



I noticed there were still few cars parked in front of our house as I pulled into the drive-way at 11:30 at night. My parents throw a birthday party for my sister Teri's 18th birthday and allowed her to invite bunch of her friends over to celebrate her big day, even though her real birthday was couple of days earlier during the week. I didn't want to spend the evening at home and spoil the fun for Teri, while she was entertaining bunch of her friends and therefore, went out to visit couple friends of my own. 

I parked my car and entered the house, grabbed two bottles of beer from the refrigerator and started to head upstairs to my room, when Teri came up from the basement with a big smile to greet me.

"Hey, you just got home??" Teri inquired with her wicked grin on her face.

"Yah, I see your party is still going strong.. " I responded and kept on moving towards my room upstairs. 

"Hey, Ray...can I talk to you about something?" 

"Sure...You want me to give someone a ride home or something?" 

"No, that's not it..I want to help settle a dispute between two friends..."

"What? " I asked turning around to see her standing at the bottom of the stairway.

"Can I come to you room and explain? I cannot tell you about it here.." Teri said as she was trying to hold back her giggle. 

"Sure.. This better not be a joke or something that you and your friends are trying to pull, ok.." I warned her as I began to smell that she was up to some mischief. 

Our parents were already in their bedroom watching TV, which is next to mine. Our father is no longer able to hold more than few drinks and stay awake on weekends, so usually our mother also goes to the room early, but often times she stays up little longer to watch a movie. 

I entered my room with Teri following me stem behind. As soon as she entered the room, she closed the door and sat on the bed as I waited to hear what she had to say. 

"Ok Ray.. I don't know how to start this... let me try.... Hmmm.. Okay, first you have to swear that you won't tell anyone this, whether you decide to help or not, do you promise? " Teri had trouble starting whatever she wanted to say, but she still had that wicked smile on her face. 

"Wait..a minute, what do you want me to swear to? Are you guyss planning a murder or something...?"

"No, Ray ...you may even like what I am going to ask you to do, but just in case, I want to make sure you never ever talk about this with anyone" Now I was puzzled. I nodded as I agreed to keep whatever she had to say as our secret and she continued with her words.

"Ok. Two of my friends here have dated the same boy. Even though they don't go out with this guy anymore, they want to find out the truth in what he said to both of them about something..." 

"What do I have to do with this guy and who are these girls?" I interrupted

"That's what I am trying to get to Ray, but you not helping..." Teri was little annoyed that I didn't let her complete her story and she let it be known by making her face.

"It is kind of hard to tell you... okay..This guy told each girl she was the tastiest...now they want to find out which one really is the testiest....do you follow me?" 

"No Teri, I don't....What do you mean by testiest?" I said as I had no idea where Teri was going and how I can help.

"I know I wasn't clear...Ok.. Let me try again....This guy had gone down on each girl when they were dating. So, he told each one that she was the sweetest and the best down there. Now you know.... They are all straight girls and no girl want to sample them down there and tell which one really is the best. So....hmmmm... I told them I can probably find a volunteer that neither one of them knew to taste them both and report....Can you?"

Woww!!! I said to myself. I never in my wildest dreams expected my sister to offer two of her friends puss's to me just like she just did. However, I still wasn't sure if she was teasing me or she was serious. I just didn't want to jump on her proposal and make a fool of myself in front of her friends and be the talk of her school. Yet, I cannot deny the fact that my cock growing beneath my jeans and now twitching continuously in excitement. 

"Teri, do I know these girls?"

"No brother, you don't. There are still six girls in the basement and two who are involved. We don't want you to have their identity"

"So, why do you think I want to stick my tongue in some girl's stinky ass? What do I get for doing that? You just want me to give them the thrill of their life for nothing?" I said hiding my excitement and seeing some opportunities to enjoy my evening. 

"Well.. If you promise to do it and follow the rules, then you will get a reward" Teri said with a big smile and glancing at my crotch, which now visibly enlarged. 

"What rules? What's the reward for my hard work, if I do it? 

"Stay here...I'll be back in few minutes with final details, ok" Teri said with a soft voice and planted a soft kiss on my right check as she left my room. 

I waited patiently to her to return with details of the plan that getting me more and more excited. I did get a glimpse at her friends earlier in the evening before I left to hang-out with my friends and don't remember seeing a single bad looking girl. It is true that I didn't see them up close, but the group of her friends can be easily mistaken for her schools cheerleader's. My sister Teri is also a looker. She stood 5'4 with shoulder length blond hair, soft blue eyes and then the rest of her was even better. She had been physically active all her life so she was always toned and tanned. From top to bottom, she was magnificent. Her grapefruit size breasts were always bouncing when she laughed, never restrained by the harness of a bra. Her waist was slim yet defined. Then her ass, having watched it sway many a time before, it was simply marvelous! But unfortunately for me, she is my little sister. I always loved watching her long legs, her round ass and bouncing breasts. But I never forgot that she was my sister. I think in a way, I was afraid to ruin our relationship by any inappropriate conduct. But we talked freely about things including sex and other topics that interested us. 

Teri returned to my room after few minutes with big smile as she has worked out the plan. 

"Ok..Brother..You may have to pay me a huge amount for making your evening worthwhile now..." 

"So, go on..Remember I haven't agreed to anything yet. I need to everything in detail, especially on my reward if I do this"

"You will get a reward, I guarantee.. Now, four of my friends are spending the night here and they are getting ready to order a pay-per-view movie from the cable. I am going to tell them that I am going to drop off two friends at their houses and they are the ones who you get to judge"

"Ok.. What else?"

"Now...before they come to your room, I am going to blindfold you so you won't know the identity of these girls and you are going to stay in your closet till they are ready and positioned on your bed. After that, you get to sample each one for few minutes, let say up to about five minutes each, up to three times and going to rate them by, Juiciest, best aroma and best taste. Once you are done, you lay on your bed to claim your reward. I'll come back and untie your blindfold and you can give me the results then. Oh.. One more thing, both of them are going to be naked waist down and you can only touch that area only."

"So, what's going to be my reward?" I asked placing my hand over the crotch of my jeans to keep my dick from trying to burst out.

Teri smiled again glancing at my mid section "They won't tell me Ray.. But they promised to make sure that your reward will make you cum, how's that?" Now that was more appealing and I am more aroused than I could ever remember being. 

"And if you take your blindfold off, then the deal is off too, you got it?"

"I've got it.."

"How and where would you like them?" Teri questioned and I thought for a moment and said, "How about lying sideways on my bed with their faces down and backs sticking out?" 

'Ok, I'll make sure they will stay like that. Also, can you turn on your radio little softly, so our parents won't hear any noises coming from your room" She asked and I nodded in agreement and complied. 

With that Teri immediately went to work. She moved some of my clothes in the closet to a corner to make room to me to stand, cleared the area around my bed and found a dark cloth to tie around my eyes. Once she was done, I was escorted into my own closet, where I patiently waited for the excitement to begin. 

While waiting for Teri to return with two girls I am about to sample, it suddenly occurred to me that I better off without my jeans for the job that I just about to start. So, I quickly opened the closet door to allow be move freely to remove my jeans and got back in just when I heard soft footsteps by my door. I heard the door opened slowly, squawking noise of the floor to follow. My heart started to pound in excitement of being fortunate to participate in this never planned, never expected opportunity to have two young pussy's, I only hopped for in my wildest dreams. I don't think my dick ever even went limb since Teri first discussed the possibility and I waited for the invitation to start the act. I heard couple of soft giggles coming from Teri's friends as to tell me this was going to happen for real. And I hoped that they were as excited as I was and I was determined to make the most of it when the closet door slowly opened and pair of soft hands started to guide me in the direction of my bed. They must have turned the room light off and I couldn't even see a tiny bit of light through the blindfolds. 

Then, the disaster hit.. I froze to the sound of opening of a door outside in the hallway and few footsteps. I must have been in the middle of my room blindfolded with a hard dick almost sticking out of my boxes with couple of half naked girls. I slowly sat on the floor with my head stuck between my knees. I was afraid to remove my blindfold or for some reason I did not remove it. When I heard the same footsteps again, then the sound of closing a door, I realized it was most likely our mother going to the basement to check on girls and now she has retired to her room for the night. With that figured out, I was able to breathe once again and slowly crawl towards the bed hoping to find some breathing flesh. 

I was delighted when my right hand hit some smooth, warm skin. I moved step forward till my shirtless stomach felt the same skin and then I slowly started to measure what I found with my hands. I ran my hands over her silky smooth butt up her spinal code, then down to nice warm, silky thighs. I continued to caress her butt, while occasionally running my tongue over her skin. Her skin was so soft and warm that it set my passions on fire and even though she tried to close her thighs together, I kept on forcing my hand higher until I felt the crotch. I tucked my hand under her, cupped her crotch and planted my index finger over her clit and started kiss and lick her butt even more to get her aroused. I put my nose next to her thighs and to breathe in her aroma. Then I slowly, ever so slowly, I started to lick outer lips of her warm pussy, while keeping my left hand wrapped around her thigh to finger her clit. This girl was hot.... She lifted her butt little more off the bed to give me better access to my work area and started to grind her juicy pussy over my sticking tongue. I suspected it wasn't going to take long to her to have her orgasm. While she was busy riding my tongue, I decided to explore the girl who should be next. Reaching to my right, I touched another thigh again. It was also smooth and soft. But for my surprise, this girl appeared to be sitting on my bed rather than lied with her face down. I ran my hand up and down on her thighs, slowly feeling them up. 

The girl number one is still riding my tongue and I am now massaging her clit with little pressure to help her reach her orgasm. And you can tell by the movement of the bed that the girl # 1 may have totally forgotten that there was another girl, just few feet away from her. I slowly stuck my tongue out and touched her ass; she jumped, and moaned in delight, pressing her lovely ass into my face. Without hesitation, I buried my face and tongue as far as I could. As I did that, I shoved a finger into her pussy, going in a little, and then back out all the way, and then did it over and over again. I heard a moan and felt her thigh muscles tightening up around my face, now full of her lovely pussy juice running down to my chest. She moaned again softly not wanting to walkup my parents in next room and collapsed to the bed. And I was thrilled that I made one girl cum fast and hard. 

I crawl slowly to girl on the other side, whose thighs I had been massaging. Without wasting any time, I started lick her inner thighs and ran my tongue up to her pussy, as she was sitting on the bet and I found one obstacle, she was still wore underpants beneath a long shirt or a skirt. Hmm.. I thought. May be this one is little shy, but I didn't want her shyness or her panties to come between what I was contracted to do. I slowly slid my hand inside her shorts while still licking and kissing her silky smooth skin of her thighs and she did not object, which was a good sign. Then I gently, and slowly, spread this girl's legs apart. She offered no resistance, in fact she shifted her butt on the bed, so her pubic area was easier to get at. I started kissing way up her thigh, kissed until almost the very end of her thigh, then switched to my fingers, started back at the knees and gently traced way up her thighs. 

I moved down and kissed right where her panties started, moving it sideways to expose her now leaking pussy lips. I kissed again, a little higher near her groin while massaging her pussy. I smelt the aroma coming from her pussy as started cooperated by slowly lifting her butt again to allow me to move her panties more to free her pussy, now soaked and dripping. I lowered my lips to it and kissed gently and heard her moan in pleasure. I kept one index finger running over girl number 2's clit back and forth and moved my mouth down to the wet spot and gently sucked on the thin fabric. She was so turned on at this point she grabbed my head and forced it hard against her mound. I stopped long enough to gently remove her panties down off her legs and allowed the sweet aroma of her pussy to escape and mingle with aroma that was already filling the room. I eased her into my mouth and so she lowered her hips quickly, thereby filling my mouth with her delicious pussy. I used my fingers to massage along her slit as I licked and sucked her clit. Almost without warning, she let out a long, but weak moan and her body gave a heave, then she collapsed back onto the bed. I continued to lick and suck her clit while keeping her legs spreads. My dick was so hard now that it was becoming painful. I reached my left hand to find the girl #1, who I was to revisit and searched for her ass to reinitiate her by rubbing her there, when I felt soft skin landing on my right thigh and rubbing me up and down. Second later I realized the touch on my thigh came from someone's soft foot and toes. Hmm.. I thought. There must be another girl, girl #3 was indeed in the room with us. 

I placed my right hand on the foot that was on my thigh and traced it up to another hip joint. Yap... girl #3 was in the room and I have more work to do before I can claim my reward. Vision of three hot girls pinning me down to my bed and kissing, sucking and making me cum all over them entered my mind causing my dick to ooze with precum. 

Stopping what I was doing with first two girls, I picked up the foot that was rubbing my thigh with both hand and started to run my tongue between her toes. Then I took her toes into my mouth and sucked the slowly while caressing her leg as far as I can reach. That was enough to send girl #3 into ecstasy and I heard her moaning softly. I picked up her other foot, moving towards her and bending it at the knee upwards to me to get access to her pussy. I licked and sucked her left foot while roaming my spare hand over the soft, warm and silky skin of her round thighs. This girl was on fire... She scooted off the bed dragging her ass, stood up in front of me allowing me to lick her inner thighs and grab the end of her panties with my teeth and pull them down. I didn't have to do all the work as I felt her rolling them down her legs, then she bent down and landed a wet kiss on my lips, massage my dick with her soft hands back and forth making me moan and wanting me wanting to mount my dick her mouth her right there and then. But I knew that I wasn't ready to do that. I wanted to pleasure them as long as possible, hoping that they would do the same for me in return. I raised my hand up and found her face, lowered it to mine, where our lips met once more briefly. After a passionate kiss, I stuck my tongue in her mouth, allowing her to taste mixture of juice from there pussies. I massaged her glorious breasts over the light blouse she was wore then gently bit her nipples over the garment. Again, I focused my attention to her lower body by allowing her to stand with her left leg over my shoulder, as I was still on my knees. I resumed where I left of by kissing her inner thigh slowly while squeezing and massaging her splendid round buttocks and teasing her clit with my tongue at the same time. By this time, I can feel her hot juice dripping down sides of my mouth down my neck and soaking my T-shirt. That was a good sign, I thought and I was doing the job that I was hired to do. I was also pleased as I heard her moan and started to rock her hips rhythmically, as she was dancing to the moves of my tongue. Her moans started get longer as she was nearing what appeared to be an orgasm. She must have wanted me to stop teasing her and lick her pussy deeply and entirely when I noticed her body movement bed and hip movement towards my mouth, yet still keeping one leg over my shoulder to leverage her pussy movement. 

When she started to moan and grind against my face in earnest, I sucked her clit and fucked her silly with my right two fingers, while holding her ass cheeks with me left, squeezing massaging and occasionally running my middle finger in her crack. She came, gripping my face with her thighs and finger now stuck in her tight asshole and leaking cum down her thighs, and my fingers running down to my elbow. She gave me on hell of a ride, as her orgasm ripped through her. I was surprised how she managed not to make any loud noises, except for the moans when she experienced a shattering orgasm, or did she block my ear cannels with her thighs to block the noise? She rode me for bit longer and she collapsed sliding her ass down on my chest and landed on my lap, allowing her hot cum to ooze down my painfully hard dick. I slowly rocked my hips to feel her hotness around my dick, but I was careful not to rock too hard, knowing that it wouldn't take long to me to erupt. 

Minute later, the girl #3 got up to her feet and pulled me up slowly to my feet. I erected my upper body first, running my nose over her round thighs and wrapping my around her butt. Then I rubbed my dick between her inner thighs and let it settle between her parted pussy lips. I knew this girl was hot and she was longing for my dick now, but I wanted to enjoy them for another round, so I held her tight for a minute enjoying her soft skin and her aroma, till she pulled me by my dick and guided me to the girl #1.

I didn't want to waste any time as my dick was hurting from being erected beyond its limits and being deprived of unloading what has been boiling inside my sack for a while. I wanted to bring these girls to enjoy one more orgasm at least and go on to claim my reward. I quickly resumed the action from where I left off with girl #1. I kneeled between her legs and parted her pussy lips for quick action. The tip of my tongue played with her tiny ball of pleasure, as my hands carefully spread apart her petals allowing my mouth to fall inside her sweet center and consume her honey nectar. My tongue performed a thousand ballets and as her body began to tremble, my oral instrument of pleasure somehow knew how to dance on Pointe. To my pleasant surprise, it was girl #1 who performed the work. Her clitoris was located neatly in-between my lips, and I sucked on it as I would any lollypop. Suddenly, in reaction to the intense sucking and fingering I was giving the girl who I was serving on my knees, I heard moans and stiffening of her body. I kept my tongue tied tightly around her clit for a few seconds longer and I knew she was ready to explode. Her hips began thrusting into my face as the weight in her arms turn into the solid lead inside her whole body. I continued to suck every last convulsion out of her before I stood up and kissed her back, while running my hand under her blouse and massage her hard tits. Her tits weren't that large, but nicely fit between my fingers. I lowered my body to her, bringing my dick between her legs, slowly running it between her smooth and juicy pussy lips and she did not object. I continued with that motion while sticking my face between back of her shoulder and neck and proceeded to kiss her and tongue her ear as I did with her cunt minutes earlier. 




Taste Test



Encouraged by girl #1's reaction, I decided to add extra categories to the list of things to be judged on. Wouldn't it be nice to know which one of these girls have the tightest pussy and which one has the best feel. Hamm.. I thought. Why wait for your reward when you can claim it now. Besides, how often do you get three girls with their pants down and butts sticking on your face to you to do as you will? 

I reached between her legs and guided my manhood to the opening of her slit. With the head of my cock nestled in the entrance of her pussy, she didn't object, in fact she slowly rocked back and forth, pressing hard each time she came towards my cock. Each time she rocked her hip, my dick would venture a little further inside of her, until she finally completely impaled herself on my cock. Finally after long period of time, my cock was beginning to appreciate the hard work by mouth did. I held her by her hips to stop her motion to enjoy being inside of her. It was heaven, I have my dick buried a hot, wet, steamy, tight teen pussy, while my balls rested between her thighs. 

Now that we had full penetration and my shaft was sliding easily in her tunnel, she began to rock. It was like she was squeezing my cock with her hot pussy. "Oh my god, it's so warm! And I love this bitch" I thought and I wanted to yell out aloud. She moaned slowly, "Yummmmmmm" and started to rock her ass faster and harder. I was in intense pleasure and this girl was having her third or fourth orgasm. I kissed her neck and squeeze her breasts while she continued to rock her ass fucking me the hard. She continued to grind into me as I ran my hands over her tits for few minutes till she experienced a violent orgasm and buckled. I humped her slowly for another minute or so till I felt her body beginning to relax again, while running my right hand over the ass of girl #2, now waiting for her turn and withdrew my cock from her dripping pussy and moved towards the girl #2. 

I no longer had the patients to lick or suck for an extended period as my dick is now inpatient and dying for relief. I fingered the girl #2 while kissing her large melons, again over her blouse. Her pussy was so wet too, so without any hesitation, I ran my dick back and forth between her pussy lips, hitting her clit with my dickhead and massaging and sandwiching her clit between my dickhead and the thumb. Wanting to mount her to feel her wetness on my dick, I shortened my stroke to stop at her entrance. Then with the each new stroke, I started to knock on her entrance with my head, managing to enter my throbbing head and deciding to stop there for the moment to enjoy her wetness and to tease her to see how she would respond. Believe me, I wanted nothing less than to shove my entire dick in her wetness and fuck her like a mad man, but I was patient. Getting irritated by inaction, this girl started to scoot her hips towards me to get little more of my manhood in her, then bit more, till I corporate by sticking the entire length in one thrust. It was tight, but the sensations were more intense. I reveled in how I could feel the entire length of my shaft sliding in and out of her body. I held on to her ass as she continued to rhythmically squeeze my cock with each thrust of her hips. She picked up the pace as my cock hammed the inner most walls of her pussy. I wanted to stay inside her as long as I could. Once she had time to get adjust to my cock inside, she started humping, moving forward and backward in intense movement. My hips were thrusting deep into her. We moved with undomesticated need, racing toward her orgasm. She moaned and pushed towards me inviting more contact and tightening her pussy around my dick. I wanted to continue fucking her, my dick wanted to ejaculate so bad within her, but I had one more pussy to take care of. She reluctantly allowed me to withdraw my dick, as soon as she reached her orgasm. 

I dragged myself towards the girl #3, who welcomed me with a wet kiss. She led me by hand to the bed and guided me to land on her softly, making my face find a home between her breasts. Her breasts weren't as large as girl #2's, but larger than girl #1's and I thought they were very firm and wished I had the time, energy or the patients to spend more time playing with them. By now I was beyond ready for my release, but wanted to see if I could bring this girl to one more orgasm, this time with my cock before I shot my load. I dropped my hands to her thighs, stood up making her legs wrap around my torso. She reached and grabbed my cock and placed it between her cunt lips and started to hump, all this while controlling my cock with her hand. While I was enjoying the smoothness and the wetness of her inner labia, I wanted nothing less than to enter her and cum inside now. However, each time I tried to guide my head in her juicy pussy, she somehow made it slide upwards towards her clit, using her fingers.

I heard her breathing become ragged and felt more of her juices flow out of her cunt -- her signal of impending orgasm. In an attempt to help her reach her orgasm, I pushed my dick harder between her soaking puss lips, with a little wiggle at the end when the clit is being greeted with my dickhead. The stimulation on her clit and my throbbing cock sliding up and down her slit made her moan and she reached orgasm. Again, I kept my action till she started to relax her body. Her hand over me is no longer guiding my dick between her cunt lips and I felt my balls tighten and then a searing pain went through my ass as I felt a stream of boiling liquid racing towards my scrotum. I knew it was now or never to test the tightness of this girls pussy and so far she hasn't allowed me to insert my dick in her. So, I decided to force the issue while she was trying to recuperate from her last orgasm. I held my dick at the base with my hand, placed it by her dripping opening and entered her in one thrust. 

"Ohh.. no Ray, no" I heard a voice mumbling and trying to raise her legs in an attempt to dislodge my dick from her. 

"Ohhhh....shit, I am fucking Teri" But it was too late as I felt at least five or six long jets spew out of me into her womb accompanied by wild twitches.



Taste Test



My girlfriend Jill was almost 15 years older than me. She had just come out of a 'boring marriage to an insipid little man.'' and she was horny and eager for sex. I was 23 and very willing to accommodate her. She wasn't a super model but was tall, slim and pretty and after the marriage split her skirts got shorter and her heels taller and she gained a very sexy look in her eye.

Jill wanted to try every sexual twist we could think of and between our dirty minds we thought of a lot. She really got off on having a toyboy to play with as often as she wanted. She loved to give blowjobs, and reveled in being in control of my orgasm, teasing me for as long as I could bear it with her mouth. But as much as she loved giving head, she hated to swallow my cum. On the couple of occasions I has been carried away and held her head down as I spurted my seed into her gorgeous mouth she had acted like I had made her take some foul tasting witches brew.

We were in her bed. She was grinning at me, triumphant after keeping me on the brink of orgasm for what seemed like hours then finally allowing me release after I had begged for it.

"Ohhhh damn, I'm good!" She bragged, sitting astride my thighs with my softening cock still pulsing in her sticky hand. "I love how desperate you get. I love making you so desperate. You love it too, sweetie, don't you!"

I nodded, still panting and coming down from my orgasmic high. I was addicted to this cruelly sexy woman.

Admit it, sweetie, that was perfect!" 

"Almost!" I answered, my cheeky desire to break her smug look overtaking me.

"Almost, Almost!" She laughed mockingly. "Look how much you came!" She traced the streaks of cum on my stomach and chest.

"Perfect, until you took your mouth off me at the last moment." I couldn't contain the sheepish feeling and no doubt it showed on my face.

"You wanted me to swallow this lot, it's disgusting!" She said, swirling her fingers in the mess of cum on my stomach.

"It's not disgusting." I said defensively, "Lots of girls like it."

"Only in porn movies!" She mocked.

"No. Really." I groaned. "Girls like it."

"If it is so tasty, prove it." She said, leaning forward her dangling sticky fingers in my face.

"Oh, knock it off!" I tried to laugh it off.

But she was still holding my cock and her grip tightened. "Come on, sweetie. Show me how tasty it is!" She taunted, trailing her fingers across my lips. "Don't be shy, open up, sweetie. You can't expect me to swallow something you wont."

"What? Not man enough to prove what you have been claiming for weeks? Come on sweetie, one little taste wont kill you." She rested her fingers on my lips stroking them back and forth as she gripped my cock hard, staring me down until I gave in and parted my lips slightly.

"Good boy." She purred approvingly as she slipped two cum covered fingers between my lips. 

They were warm, slimy and musky. The salty tang was not bad and I ran my tongue along one finger. 

"There you go, sweetie. That's not so bad is it?" Her eyes still on mine, a grin on her face at my submission. "Now lick them clean!" 

I lapped at her fingers, cleaning them with my tongue. 

"You like it, don't you!" She read me easily. The feeling and taste of my cum was really quite sexy, the look in her eyes and the whole submissive act was very sexual and my body began to react.

"Oh, baby. You really like it!" She said with a little giggle. 

She drew her fingers out of my mouth, leaned down and kissed me, her tongue pushing deep into my mouth and thrusting hard against mine. As quickly as the kiss started, she broke it and sat back up, pushing her fingers back to my lips, this time dripping with gooey cum she had scooped off my stomach.

"Here you are sweetie. More of your lovely cum." I opened my mouth and took in her fingers, enjoying the sensation and the taste of my cum in my mouth. Without even thinking about it I began licking again, cleaning her fingers with long lapping strokes.

Jill was enjoying this. She started to stroke her fingers in and out. "Mmmmmm, good boy. Lick them clean, taste all that sticky boy cum." She was fucking my mouth with her fingers and I was sucking them eagerly.

She bent forward again, kissing me passionately. Fishing around under her pillow with her free hand. Stroking my now very hard cock, she grinned her dirtiest grin and said, "I have the perfect tool for you, little boy."

With that she pulled her hand out holding her big pink lifelike jelly dildo.

"Oh, no!" I said. Shaking my head, knowing that I would do it and a little scared of that depth of submission.

"Ohhhhh, yes!" She replied. "You really do need to do this for me, sweetie. This is going to be so hot."

She rolled her dildo across my stomach, coating it in my cum then offered it up to me. A strand dangled from the tip.

"Lick it!" She commanded. And I did. I stuck out my tongue and licked the cum off the end. She held in close to my mouth as I repeatedly ran my tongue over and around the thick fake bulbous head. Jill gave a little groan of appreciation. I looked up at her, she was really getting into this, looked as horny as I felt.

She pressed it against my half opened mouth and purred, "Suck it, baby. Suck the big hard cock."

I opened my mouth and took it in, playing along and loving it. Thrilling at the sensation of the big plastic cock filling my mouth.

"Oh, yessss." Jill moaned as I took the dildo in. She worked it in and out of my mouth, her sensually hooded eyes eating up the sight. She purred dirty encouragement: "Good boy, suck that cock, yeah baby take that big cock, ohhhh slutty boy suck on my big hard dick."

In one smooth motion she lifted up and forward and lowered herself onto my cock. She groaned in lust, her hot wet pussy sliding down my shaft easily. Her eyes closed in pure pleasure, she was very close to cumming and she was reveling in the exquisite sensations. 

She began to ride my cock. Her hips rising and falling slowly in my lap. My hard cock was feeling every ripple of her pussy walls grabbing and pulsing on me. She kept the dildo in my mouth, pushing it in deeper as she was grinding her pussy deeper onto my cock. 

She rode me faster and faster, unable to deny herself the release any more. She crashed her hips down onto mine faster and harder. I lifted to meet her every thrust, my body riding a waves of pleasure headlong into orgasm. She held the dildo in my mouth, watched me worship it with my mouth and applied pressure, pushing it deeper and deeper.

The dildo hit the back of my mouth, nudged the sensitive opening to my throat and my eyes bulged. She murmured "Ohhhh, fuck yessss, you gorgeous little slut!" She pushed more and I felt my throat gagging and my eyes watering. She ate it all up with hungry eyes and loved it.

She came in a torrent. Writhing on the full length of my cock, bucking and fucking wildly. "Fuck, yesss yesss yessssssssssss. And her desperate clinging pussy pulled me over the edge too, heaving and thrusting up into her as my own pleasure overtook the gagging.

I gasped as she released the pressure on the dildo. Drew in gulps of air as she took it out of my mouth. Fully satiated and spent, I lay panting below her as she played it along my lips again. 

"Fuck, that was good!" She said, softly. Her eyes were still full of desire and she still rocked her hips on my softening spent cock. She lifted up slightly and slid the dildo down between her legs. I couldn't see what she was doing but felt her move and her eyes closed and she moaned a deep pleasure driven moan.

I reached up and cupped her small pert breasts, stroking then squeezing her hard little nipples. She gasped as I pinched them then said, "Yeah, sweetie. That's what I need." 

I rolled and pinched her nipples between my fingers as I watched her ride the crest of another orgasm. Her hands were moving fast between us, thrusting up into her as she gasped and moaned before slowing again.

Her eyes opened and she looked down at me. "So good, this is so fucking good!" She was still riding some unseen orgasmic waves. "I've got to see it again." She said, and raised up. She was holding the dildo at her pussy, the bulbous base and shaft held along the length of her slit. Her lips were held open by it and the rest of it protruded from her like a real cock. 

Scooting up she moved so the head was at my lips. Her big desire filled eyes looked down into mine, a kinky smirk on her face. "Suck it, slut. Suck my big hard cock. I know you want to."

I was feeling sheepish and a little embarrassed and wasn't so sure that I wanted to, but I could never resist such a sensual aroused woman. I lifted my head to her cock and opened my mouth.

She groaned again. Her hips thrust forward and her cock slipped inside my mouth filling my senses with tastes and smells and that welcome fullness in my mouth. She fucked my face, one hand holding the back of my head, whilst I sucked greedily on her cock and reveled in the mixed tastes of her and I.

She called me her whore and her cumslut, bitch and gay boytoy. She told me to suck it and lick it and worship it. Getting more and more wild and aggressive, she pushed it deep so I would gag on it and held it away from me 'til I begged for it. Too soon she pulled it out of my mouth completely, dropped it on the bed and pulled my face into her pussy.

"Now do what you do best, slutboy. Eat my pussy, make me cum!" 

My tongue lapped the length of her lips and nudged at her swollen clit. She gasped "Yesss." 

Savoring the combined messy wetness of her pussy I lapped repeatedly. Focussing more and more on her clit I licked and flicked at it, sucking and tormenting it. My fingers rolled over her nipples then pinched them.

"Harder!" She demanded. "Harder, and don't stop."

I clamped my thumbs and fingers on her nipples pinching and squeezing and pulling at them. My tongue flicked her clit fast and hard and she gasped and cried out. Clutching my head to her crotch she bucked writhed and came hard, groaning and moaning and crying out in bliss.

Slowly she calmed down, riding the aftershocks as my tongue toyed in her folds. I released her nipples and cupped and stroked her breasts, her back and her perfect rounded ass. Finally she rolled off me breathing heavily. She laid down, her head on my chest.

"Mmmmm." Her hand gently caressed my cock. "I love how you always get hard when you lick my pussy." 

"I'm tired." She murmured, her breathing slower and more even. 

We both drifted towards sleep like that. Jill more sleepy than me, but softly mumbling about how good the sex had been, her hand wrapped round my halfway hard cock keeping me awake. 

Then, out of the silence, she murmured ; "We're going to have to find you a boyfriend, a real cock for you to play with."

My mind raced, shocked but aroused by the idea.

"Mmmmm. Somebody likes that idea!" She purred, feeling my cock harden in her hand.

Somebody did!



Taste-Test



The Year of Experimentation (which actually lasted a lot longer than just that one year) had all begun one lonely wind-swept and off-and-on rainy late Sunday afternoon. After what he had considered to be a moderately successful visit to his estranged family up in the city (his wife had taken the kids and left him-she was far too success-oriented for his ways, and some time ago she had yelled at him that she was sick of being tied to a 'nobody loser' and off they'd gone. Now he visited once a fortnight and over those months had felt the distance between himself and his offspring get wider and wider as they were drawn into her whirlpool of 'be somebody' 'stand out from the crowd' and so on. Now he knew they merely tolerated his visits and him out of a politeness which he sensed would not last much longer. But anyway, today's visit hadn't gone too badly): so after he had left them he had driven the hour long drive back to the seaside suburb which had once been home to them all, except that now apparently it was a 'place for losers to live and hide', a suburb he really liked because of its proximity to beautiful beaches and good fishing and nice old-fashioned pubs: he had driven back but not wanted to go home. It was early enough still to have put his car away and made the short walk to his favourite tavern, but he didn't feel like that at the moment. So he drove down to the fore-shore, parked in one of the deserted car-parks (only deserted because of the time of year and the weather-in summer they were permanently full), locked his car as per the instructions on the sign-"Look, lock, leave"-(look at what, he had always wondered), and climbed the stairs up to the walkway which separated the beach itself from the parks and barbecues and lawns and playgrounds of the foreshore area. 

He leant on the rail and looked down at the beach and out to the ocean. The beach was deserted of course-the wind was strong and very cold-and the ocean was annoyed today, waves whipping into the beach, choppy and angry looking. The ocean looked lonely today, just as he felt lonely. How had it all turned out so lonely? But he shrugged his shoulders as he so often did nowadays. It had taken him months to acknowledge that life had not turned out as he had hoped, and that now, when it seemed to have all gone so wrong, there was nothing he could do about it. Maybe there was, but if so, he could not see what, despite hours, days, months, trying to figure it out. 

He shivered in the wind, and lit a cigarette, turned and sat on one of the benches looking out over the sea. It would probably be best to just go home, leave the car, go to the tavern for a couple of hours, pick up some takeaway and go home. It was too cold here, and being the only person there as far as he was aware just added to his feeling of lonely helplessness. At least at the tavern there would be people and noise, even if most of them were much younger than he.

But that odd urge that had entered his thinking months ago, and now would not go away, told him to at least stay for a while. He had heard somewhere-no, be honest, he had looked it up on the internet-that this park was what was known as a cruise area, that at night, after all the family picnickers had gone home and it was dark, this was one of those areas where middle-aged men like himself wandered in the hope of meeting up with one another or with younger men, to do those things two men might do with each other. 

And that now was what attracted him here, even though he had not yet found the courage to come here at night time actively looking. But he was interested. After more than half a lifetime of heterosexuality, he had for some months been very interested in what it would be like to stroke another man's cock, to watch the semen erupt from it, to taste it, to take that semen in his mouth, yes even to take the cock in his mouth, to savour the thick fluid in his mouth, and swallow it, and enjoy doing something that in all his upbringing and life-style and acquaintances and knowledge was forbidden and taboo. And the urge had just grown stronger and stronger over these months, and he wondered if he would ever have the courage to do something about it, beyond the aimless wandering around the internet looking and doing nothing.

Neville crushed the cigarette butt under his foot and sighed, as the people he worked with had noticed he did so often nowadays, and tried to find the will to leave. But despite the wind and the occasional little spits of rain, he felt happy there, as happy as he ever felt now anyway, and he lit another cigarette, and tried to put the curiosity out of his mind-I'll never have the nerve anyway, was his thought whenever the urge to do something different came into his mind, and this urge was certainly very different-and said to himself that it was too early for them anyway so he needn't worry about having to make a decision of any sort, and he would stay here another half hour, and when he turned his head to look at his watch his eyes wandered up the pathway that led, at the other end of the park, to a café and restaurant precinct, and he saw him, and a pain dug at his stomach.

The young man was about thirty metres away up the path, walking in his direction, and even from that distance Neville could see he was, yes, there was only one word-the young man was beautiful. Neville looked past him, not wanting to appear to be staring, then cast his eyes around in a circle, looking out to the ocean, then back to the young man; despite himself his eyes lingered on him for a few moments, then he turned and made a pretence of looking behind himself, then back out to the ocean, so his eyes could look again at the young man, close to him now, then he looked down at the ground, his mind going over all he had seen. An extraordinary face, roundish, that would have been called beautiful on a woman, on a young man just amazing; a slim, slender build, about medium height. The young man had very pale almost white blonde hair, cut stylishly, sitting just below his collar. He was wearing tight black jeans, very tight, a white polo shirt (that sort that just has the three buttons at the top) and a white fleecy lined jacket. Neville, as inexperienced as he was with this sort of thing, could see that the jeans were deliberately that tight to accentuate the bulge inside them, and he felt his own cock wanting to bulge in his trousers, the casual slacks he had worn for the family visit.

The young man stopped just a metre from the bench Neville was sitting on, looked around, smiled at him, then went over to the rail, leant on it, looking out to the ocean, and Neville looked at the young man's arse, small and slender inside the tightness of the black jeans, and it occurred to him that the boy-when you're over forty someone around twenty is a boy-wanted him looking at his arse, so Neville did, and asked himself did he dare speak to him.

This was what the urges had been about all these months, this ever-strengthening desire to experiment with male sex, and here he was, a young man, beautiful and slim, leaning over the rail, letting him look at his arse. Neville felt utterly flustered-here was an opportunity, and all he could think about now was leaving. But that beautiful figure kept him on the bench; his fingers trembled as he lit yet another cigarette. Say something, the urges yelled at him. But all he could think was-what if I'm wrong, what if he is just an effeminate looking young man, and if I say the wrong thing, that would be very rude, and probably hurt his feelings, and Neville hated ever doing that, and especially to someone so beautiful. He decided to finish this cigarette then leave; it was all a stupid fantasy anyway.

The young man turned and leant that pretty bum against the rail, and Neville could not for some moments take his eyes from the bulging front of his jeans. 

"Hi," said a soft, gentle voice quietly.

"Hello," Neville answered, his mind in overdrive searching for something to say, anything to keep the boy standing there a little longer, lifting his eyes to his face. It was an oval face really, large green eyes and small nose and mouth. A woman's face, Neville thought. His cock twitched and the urges said 'this is what you have been wanting.' The young man smiled at him, a gentle, kind smile, showing small white teeth, then he pushed against the rail, walked across the path (it was only a metre and a bit wide) and sat on the bench next to him, just perhaps ten centimetres separating their hips and thighs. The boy smelt wonderful, Neville could smell his deodorant, and the hints of some sort of body cologne. 

"You look sad and lonely," the young man said.

"Oh...I just like looking at the ocean..." how lame is that, Neville howled at himself, hating his shyness.

"It's nice looking at the ocean," the boy said, "so big and mysterious...so angry sometimes, so cruel," there was a soft, beautiful laugh, "so the ocean isn't all that nice really, but it's nice looking at it I guess." And the tone of his voice revealed that he didn't really think that at all, that he was merely being polite.

There was an awkward silence, and Neville wished he knew what to do or say next.

"Do you come here often...to look at the ocean, I mean," the young man asked.

"Not actually to here, no," Neville said. "I live not far from here though, and I often walk on the beach near my place."

"Oh," was the reply. "I hope I'm not intruding, you know, on you," and there was genuine politeness in the boy's voice.

"No, not at all," Neville said. "I guess you are right. Sometimes I do feel very lonely." There, was that the right thing to say, would that give any of the necessary hints, or however this sort of thing was meant to work? You might be wrong, the voice-of-habitual-caution said strongly in his brain. And anyway, do you really have the nerve to go through with anything like this?

"It's just that sometimes men who come here..." the young man said hesitantly, "you know...they want things...you know?"

"Oh?" Neville said somewhat hoarsely, doing his best to give the impression he didn't have the faintest idea what the boy was talking about.

"Yeah...you know...experiences...um," and his trailed off.

"Oh, I see," Neville answered, trying to act surprised. The young man changed the subject, he wondered if maybe he'd been wrong, still, there was the way he had been looking at him. He knew that look very well. 

"Is it all right if I have a cigarette?" he asked him, and he turned a little so that their knees were touching, and neither pulled away.

"Of course," Neville said, and took the packet from his shirt, and offered it. The young man took a cigarette from the box, and his fingers brushed on Neville's, and Neville thrilled at the warmth of his skin. He offered the boy his lighter, and the boy said,

"The wind could make this tricky," and again the beautiful soft laugh. He turned towards Neville's shoulder, and ducked his head, and his hair brushed that shoulder and Neville looked down at the boy's neck and the smooth skin of it, and the urges said go on, he wants you to, but Neville was too cautious and he just let himself enjoy the closeness of him. He could smell his hair, clean and fresh and recently shampooed, and when the boy had turned himself his thigh pressed closer against Neville's and the warmth of it was tantalising, and the urge voices in Neville's head were winning, and the cautious voice had retreated, not yet defeated, but very close to submitting. Their thighs were touching all the way down now from hip to knee, and Neville did not want him to move. The cigarette lit, the boy sat back up, but he kept the pressure of his thigh against Neville's. He'd had enough experience with this to sense that the older man was very nervous about all this, but also very interested.

"So," Neville asked him, "what is your name?"

"My friends call me Demmi," the young man answered. Neville laughed softly.

"And your not-friends, what do they call you?" trying to keep it light, the scents and warmth of the boy so close to him, leading further towards giving in to the urges-no, not giving in, but doing something he wanted to do, out of character sure, and out of the ordinary definitely, but still something he really wanted to do, but would he be able to find the words, and dare say them out loud. The boy let out a soft sort of half-grunt, half-giggle.

"Faggot, queer, poof, stuff like that," Demmi said. All out in the open now.

"Oh...that's not nice," Neville commented, for some strange reason feeling protective towards the young man.

"No...but...you know...true I guess, and I stay away from people who think that way as much as I can."

There was a pause again, not awkward this time.

"Do you mind if I ask how old you are?" Neville asked.

"Course not. I'm nineteen, I'll be twenty next month, here..." and he reached behind him and pulled a slim wallet from his back pocket, and showed him the photo ID that particular state used. It was all in order, and Neville saw what the Demmi was short for, but said nothing. He had always hated his name too. "I always need it to get into bars." He laughed that beautiful soft laugh again.

Again some silence as Neville racked his brain to come up with the words to explain what it was he wanted to do. He wondered if there was money involved, didn't ask because he thought that might be offensive, and wished he had read up more on the art of the seduction of a beautiful young man. Demmi broke the silence. He had put his cigarette out. He turned his body towards Neville again, again the extra pressure of his thigh.

"What do your friends call you?" he asked very softly, in what struck Neville as a perhaps slightly put-on attempt at a seductive voice.

My friends, Neville wondered. Did he have any friends? Not really. Acquaintances, work colleagues, people he knew to talk to at the tavern. But friends-no, and it was becoming more and more obvious that he couldn't even count his family as friends. Under the veneer of politeness, it was becoming more apparent that they despised him, probably hated him. He sighed and shrugged his shoulders again.

"Neville," he answered, and looked now out to the sea, not wanting to look at the beautiful young man, wanting to flee from here to the safety of the tavern and his home and living alone.

Demmi sensed, strongly, the sad loneliness in the sigh and the shrug. He liked this man already, though he wasn't sure if anything was going to happen here.

"You're lonely," he said, very softly, and gently, and started to trace little circles on the top of Neville's thigh with his fingertips. The weather was cold and windy enough that he was confident they were alone there. "Is there anything you'd like to?" He continued, just as softly, "maybe something new or..."

So the boy had figured him out, Neville thought, and he is inviting me. How to put it so as not to sound coarse or cheap or tasteless? This is it, he told himself, right now is the opportunity, the chance you have contemplated all these months. It was either walkaway now, and no doubt regret passing up this opportunity, or explain, force his nervous self to take the chance and go ahead with it. With trembling fingers (which Demmi noticed) he lit a cigarette, and decided.

"I don't want to offend you..." he said.

"You won't...I promise," Demmi interrupted.

"But...I 'd like to touch you... to..." he shifted the cigarette to the hand away from the young man, "to touch you here..." there was a roaring in his ears and his stomach convulsed at the daringness-as he saw it-of what he was doing. He put his free hand at the front of Demmi's jeans, put his fingers against the bulge, could sense his cock through the fabric, he did not dare pause now, I'm doing it, a voice in his head triumphed, I'm touching him-sort of. "I want to stroke this..." and he traced his fingers along the ridge Demmi's slowly hardening cock was making in his jeans, "I want...I want to watch you come, I want to watch it come out of you-taste it." There, it was all said. And he didn't feel wrong or ashamed or anything. Just scared.

This is different, was Demmi's first thought, he wants to get me off, it's usually the other way around.

"That sounds really nice," he said. He pressed a hand to the top of Neville's thigh, into the valley between his thigh and his crotch, sensing the older man's erection. And he was sensitive enough to the feelings of others to appreciate what an effort it had been for Neville to tell him all that. "Is there somewhere we can go?"

Neville had never, in his imaginings about this, considered this aspect-where? He sure as hell wasn't going to do anything in the public toilets, and his timidity would not allow him to take what amounted to a complete stranger back to his house.

"My car is over there, but, people..." There was always of course the possibility that someone might come for a walk or jogging, and the idea of being seen doing something like this terrified him, not because of its sense of not-usualness, but because in this, as in pretty well everything in his life, he was frightened of being noticed.

"Up the road further," Demmi said, still soft and gentle and, to Neville's ears, comforting, "there are some boat ramp carparks, and it's getting late, and in this weather they'd be deserted anyway." It was winter, and even though it was not even five o'clock yet, the cloud cover was darkening the sky already.

"Ok," Neville answered, and stood up, and was not surprised at the violent trembling in his legs. Now or never. Am I really going to do this? He started walking towards where he had parked his car, pausing so that Demmi could walk alongside him, very close.

"Nice car," Demmi commented, as Neville opened the front passenger door for him, and Demmi noted that gesture and appreciated it, and sat himself down. Odd thing to do? Neville asked himself, and then: are you sure you want to do this? But he silenced the caution-voices. He did want to do this; he was not going to back out now. The urge voices had won.

He knew the boat ramp areas that Demmi had referred to, and he drove the car out to the road that ran along the beachfront, turning north and carefully, concentrating fully on what he was doing, his mind though somewhat foggy from the anticipation of what was to come. It reminded him of that evening at Uni, years ago, when a girl had agreed to go home to bed with him, his first one, and his brain had lost all clarity for what seemed like hours.

"I know there are several along here," he said. "Is there anyone in particular we should go to?"

"Not really, miss this one, go to the next one." The one he wanted to miss had a bad memory for him. Neville didn't question it, but drove on. It wasn't far. He pulled onto the crushed limestone drive that wound through some sand dunes, to a large area that was set right back from the road, hidden anyway by the sand dunes, and it was deserted. No-one would go out boating on a day like this. He pulled up at a far edge of the open area, in a little by-way that was itself partially concealed from most of the rest of the car park. He turned the engine off, resisted the urge to have yet another cigarette, decided maybe it would be better not to try to kiss Demmi's pretty mouth.

"Um...shall we get in the back seat? Might be more comfortable?" he suggested. Without speaking the young man smiled at him, such a melting, kind smile, opened his door, got out, then sat himself in the spacious back seat. He was excited by what the older man had said he wanted to do, though a little unsure of what he exactly intended, and of what was expected for him to do. Surely just getting him off wasn't all he wanted?

Neville got in the back seat and shut the door on his side, grateful here for tinted windows. Outside the light was still good enough, he hoped, for him to be able to see what it was he wanted to see, but only just. Fuck it, he thought, and turned on the interior light. It showed up all Demmi's best features, the flawless skin of his face, the lights of his hair, the gentleness of his expression. The urge-voices were completely in charge now.




Taste-Test



"So, what do you want me to do?" Demmi asked softly.

"Just, um...can I undo your jeans?" Neville asked.

"Of course," Demmi replied, and put one hand in Neville's hair as Neville reached for the button of the jeans, proud and surprised that his fingers weren't trembling. He undid the button and slid the zip down, the tips of his fingers fully aware of the bulge just below the zip. With both hands he opened Demmi's jeans, feeling surprisingly confident in what he was doing, ignoring the rushing sounds of nerves in his ears, fully focussed only on what his hands could feel. Under the jeans the young man was wearing pale blue jocks, and above the band of those was very pale white skin, the paleness of skin that was not exposed to the sun very often, if at all. His right hand reached into the soft pale blue fabric, and brushed the hardened cock, then he curled his fingers around it and pulled it gently into view. 

This moment-this closing of his fingers around Demmi's hard cock, was one of the times of his life Neville would later always refer to as a Great Moment of Liberation. He savoured the warmth and hardness of the boy's cock in his fingers, I've done it, he triumphed to himself, and without any more thought closed his whole hand around it, delighting in the warmth and hardness and smoothness of it against the palm of his hand, against the skin of his fingers. He slid his hand along the shaft of Demmi's cock-it was so pretty-and the head of it brushed against his thumb and forefinger.

With his thumb he rubbed around the rim of the head of Demmi's cock, then over the top of it, noticing the little dip his thumb felt when it slid over the little opening, his thumb explored all over that beautiful cock's head, noticing also the added heat in it compared to the shaft. Then his hand slid down that shaft, down to its base, back up, slid down again, thumb on the upper side of it, other fingers sliding along the underside, feeling its heat and hardness, then back up, again thumb rubbed over the head, warmer now, flushed a darker pink, and Demmi moaned very softly, then whispered:

"Hang on," and realised straight away that Neville would probably think he was doing something wrong, so he put his hand on Neville's, holding it around his cock, and continued very softly, "Can I take my shirt off? I think I'm going to get a sticky stomach out of this," which, he thought, will be a nice change to a sticky mouth and face and sore bum.

"I hope so," Neville replied huskily. "That's what I want...if it's ok with you?"

"Course it is," Demmi said, and leaning forward slid out of his jacket, then pulled the polo shirt over his head. Neville watched admiringly, his hand still on Demmi's cock, not moving, but occasionally feeling a little pulsing in it as the young man's body responded to the grip of Neville's hand. He was beautiful. As Demmi lifted the shirt over his head, Neville looked into his armpit, completely shaved, smooth, and scented delightfully, his eyes wandered so slowly over the young man's body, the small hairless chest, little brown nipples, the sweet little belly button with a tiny silver piercing, a flat stomach, and it was then that Neville took note of the shaven pubic area, and it all looked so wonderful his own cock was loving it too, and he was more aware of it now, how hard it was in his trousers, and how it was twitching about with his excitement. Demmi pushed his jeans and jocks down to his knees, and settled back in the seat.

Neville's eyes returned to the young man's cock, he could see all of it, his hand resumed its movement up and down the shaft, feeling it grow warmer in his hand, Demmi had started moaning very softly. Neville looked more intently at the tip of his cock, noting how deep pink it had become, his hand moved up and down, his thumb, when his hand was at the top of Demmi's shaft, stroking over the head of it, feeling its heat, the tightness of the skin, waiting for the signs of what was surely to come. 

This time, as his hand slid down the base of the shaft, he let it go and cupped Demmi's balls, tight in the tightened skin of his scrotum ( what an ugly word, Neville thought) and held them for quite a few seconds, loving the warmth and weight of them, then slid his hand back up the shaft, gripping a little more firmly now, and Demmi's moans were a bit louder and more frequent, and Neville passed his thumb more slowly over the tip of his cock, and in the little hollow there felt the moistness, he looked at it closely, that tiny pool of clear liquid, and he wanted to taste that too, his hand let go and he placed the tip of his index finger into the eye of Demmi's cock, it was wider now than it had been before, and he scooped the clear liquid onto the tip of his forefinger, licked at it with his tongue, the only very slightly bitter neutrality of that early fluid delighted him, he kept it on his tongue as his hand returned to Demmi's cock, and stroked up and down still and raised his eyes to the young man's face, and it was flushed, and his eyes were intent on watching Neville's eyes, and:

"Faster," he gasped, and Neville's hand moved faster and faster up and down the shaft of the young man's cock, and Demmi was arching his back, and lifting his bum from the seat, and pushing his cock into Neville's fingers, fucking Neville's hand.|

In his trousers Neville felt hot wet spurts rushing up through his own cock, and he knew he was about to come too, and his hand moved faster and faster and then, it was a marvellous sight, a thick glob of white popped from the end of Demmi's cock onto his stomach, and Neville looked at it in wonder and delight, and then as he continued stroking and Demmi groaned a long, deep "Arhhhhh" a stream of white, like a long thick thread, burst from the young man's cock, Neville made his mind record how it streamed out so fast, up in the air just for moment, then fell to Demmi's stomach, lay along it like a ribbon, and Demmi relaxed, and Neville stroked once more, Demmi seemed to convulse, and then another large gobbet of white burst from the beautiful cock and landed in his belly button, and Demmi fell back again, took Neville's hand from his cock-it was aching from the pleasure it had just had, felt so hot, and more stroking would be too much, he wondered.

"That was wonderful," Demmi whispered gently, remembering then that Neville had said he wanted to taste him, and he put his fingers in Neville's hair and waited.

Neville loved the added intimacy of the boy's hand in his hair, adding to the intimacy they had just shared. His own jocks were very sticky now, and his breathing uneven too, in his mind he triumphed that yes, he had just made another man come, had watched him come, had watched that fluid spurt from another man's body. 

Putting one arm across the back of the seat, so his hand could rest on Demmi's shoulder, his other hand went to the glob of white, he scooped it up with his forefinger, surprised at how hot it was, and raised it to his mouth. He put his tongue out, took a little lick at the white fluid, drew it into his mouth, savouring the taste. It was warm, very warm, had a texture all of its own, and did not taste anywhere near as bitter as some of his reading had led him to believe it might. It was bitter, but not unpleasantly so, salty, perhaps comparable to unsweetened coffee, but with a distinctive taste that he relished, and knew he would remember forever, and wanted a lot more of. He was liberated. 

Neville put the whole finger in his mouth, sucked all the white thickness off it, held it on his tongue, swirled it around a bit, and swallowed it, tasting it still as it went down his throat. I will never get enough of this, he thought, his cock hardening at his new intentions. Demmi would not be the last young man he would taste like this.

"May I ...lick it off you?" he asked softly. In reply Demmi gently pushed his head down towards his stomach, Neville put out his tongue and licked along the thick ribbon of white semen. It tasted so good. He stopped half way up the boy's stomach, savouring the tastes and textures in his mouth, savouring also the scents of the young man's belly. He swallowed, then licked up the rest of the white ribbon. It is so hot, he thought, savouring it on his tongue and swirling it around in his mouth, the edge of bitterness gone now, it just tasted good, that was all there was to it. His mouth now roamed over the young man's beautiful smooth stomach, inhaling the scent of him, kissing the sweet skin here and there, reached his navel, where that last dollop of the thick white fluid awaited him. He put his mouth over the little hollow, his lips enclosing it, and sucked in, lapping with his tongue and sucking in at the same time. Another hot wet streak flashed through his own cock into his jocks. I will never get enough of this he thought, ignoring the little voice that replied that that was what he said about everything new he liked, and that pretty well always went bad.

He sat back up now, licking a couple of little drops of Demmi's semen off his lips, his eyes on the young man's cock. It had relaxed now, and Neville looked at how it appeared, resting as it was, pale and sort of half-curled. There was one more thing he had to do.

"Is it ok...would you mind...if I kissed it?" he asked Demmi.

"Of course not," was the reply: this is so different, he thought to himself. Here he actually felt safe and satisfied, and nothing hurt, and it all felt so pleasant and at ease.

Neville bent his head again, taking the boy's relaxed cock in his hand. It still felt very warm, and there was a suggestion of what it had just been like inside it, a sort of swelling inside it that Neville enjoyed feeling. He put his lips to the very tip of Demmi's cock, kissed it, could not resist, put his mouth over the head of it, closed his lips around the rim of the head and sucked very softly. Demmi moaned again.

Neville wondered, while it was relaxed like that, how much of it would fit in his mouth, and he opened his lips wider, and guided the shaft into his mouth, almost all of it, and slid his tongue around it. It tasted as perfection, and he concentrated on storing the memories of its taste and feel and texture in his mouth and in his mind, storing also all the different scents of this part of Demmi's body. But now he wanted to go and celebrate this great event, and with one last kiss on the tip of Demmi's cock, one last flick and lick at the sweet eye of it he sat up.

"That was all wonderful thank you Demmi," he said, wanting to kiss the young man on the lips, but not wishing to do anything that might spoil the whole atmosphere and memory of this occasion.

"Is there...is there anything you want me to do? " Demmi asked him, putting his hand to the still noticeable bulge in Neville's trousers.

"No, not now...it has been exactly as I wanted," Neville answered, feeling the slight pressure of Demmi's hand through his trousers onto his cock. That would be very nice, he thought, but celebration plans had taken over. 

Demmi felt a little disappointed-he wondered if being fucked by this quite different guy would be any different to all the others, but he did not want to make him angry.

"Here...I've got some wipes..." Neville said awkwardly, and very clumsily leant over the front seats into the glove box.

"Thank you," Demmi said, taking a couple and wiping the remains of all the stickiness off his stomach.

Neville got out of the car and lit a cigarette, somehow feeling obliged to leave the young man some privacy as he dressed himself. What an odd idea, Neville thought, and cast it away. Nothing was going to spoil this occasion. He would drop the young man where he wanted to go, take the car home, walk the fifteen minutes to the tavern, and celebrate these great moments.

"What should I do with these?" Demmi called from the back seat, holding out the wipes.

"Just leave them there," Neville answered. He planned on keeping them, at least until the next time. Demmi had dressed, and joined him standing on the crushed limestone. The wind was very cold, and now it was nearly dark.

"Well, if you're sure there's nothing you want me to do-or to do to me?" Demmi said, letting that last bit linger in the air. He would quite happily have got on his hands and knees on the back seat for this unusual man.

"No, really, it has been wonderful," Neville said, pressing some money into the young man's hand, letting his fingers linger for a moment, the warmth of his skin.

"It has, I really liked that," Demmi said again, as he walked around to the passenger side, wow. The guy had given him double what he usually asked of men who wanted to fuck him.

"Is there somewhere you want to be dropped off?" Neville asked, starting the engine.

"There's a coffee shop near where we met," Demmi said. "Would it be all right to drop me there?"

"Of course it would," Neville said. 

Most of the short drive back was in silence, except that Demmi told him about a place up in the port city, called the Savanna Bar, often frequented by young men like himself. He said he himself usually went there on a Friday night.

Then they were outside the coffee shop, and after a few polite thank yous and so on, Demmi got out of the car and went in, and Neville drove off, to celebrate this Great Moment of Liberation.



Taste Test (abridged)



She had graduated from college with a degree in business marketing. Having a college degree was supposed to be the ticket to a well paid job, but the economy didn't cooperate. Instead she found herself working as a waitress in an upscale restaurant in a downtown hotel. Instead of writing ad copy and coming up with marketing campaigns, she worked hard to move the drinks and food. 

But marketing skills even in a waitress job should not be underrated. She was good at understanding a customer's desires and could quickly connect them to the drink or dinner specials being served. 

Her assigned tables were towards the back of the restaurant, in a Japanese themed seating area. The tables were low, and customers sat on low couches. Each of the tables was surrounded by 4 foot high soji screen partitions, both to compliment the design and to afford a degree of privacy for the patrons. The hotel guests, who were usually there on business, liked this area for happy hour business meetings or for quiet dinners with clients. 

Today she had an afternoon shift. Not a good assignment because business was usually slow until later in the evening. She hung out at the bar with the manager and bar tender and other waitress. Around 3:00 p.m. a convention must have finished, and a few people wandered into the bar or sat at the regular tables up near the windows. About 3:30 her first customer came in. A tall, well dressed man in a sharp business suit. He was alone, and stood for a minute surveying the restaurant's layout. When he saw the secluded Japanese area in the back, he smiled and made his way back there.

She found him in one of the screened off areas. He seemed a little surprised when she came into the room, as if he thought he could be alone in a public restaurant. 

"Good afternoon, sir," she said, "I think I may have scared you! Is there something I can get for you?" 

"Sure, sorry," he said. "I guess I was kind of sneaking off by myself. It's been a long day with too many people. A nice quiet glass of wine would be nice."

"Of course, sir. You're welcome to sit back here and I'll make sure it's very quiet for you. May I recommend a wine? We have an excellent selection."

"Yes please, I'd like a dry white. What do you recommend?"

She went through a short list of possibilities, and discussed the merits of each with him, and he settled on a white bordeaux. Although she was doing much of the talking, she was closely watching his eyes. Kind eyes. At first he had looked tired and maybe sad. But as they talked she saw him come alive, and saw his eyes had a little twinkle that matched his smile. She quickly realized that his eyes also had a tendency to roam, taking her in face and hair, then dropping to the floor, then sliding up her legs. 

She did have nice legs, and she knew it. The mini skirt with the center slit had a tendency to draw men's eyes, which of course was one reason it was one of her standard work outfits. As she left to get the chosen wine, she knew his eyes were following her. 

When she returned, he was relaxed, leaning back into the low couch. Serving drinks on low tables was a bit tricky, especially in a short skirt, but she had mastered the art of turning sideways to the customer, bending at the hips, and slowly lowering the glass to the table. Although his eyes were on her legs, he leaned forward to take the glass from her hand. She waited while he took the first sip, and pronounced the wine good. 

Usually she would leave the customer at this point, but he engaged in small talk about the wine, and then the restaurant, and was finding ways to keep her attention. 

"My my, what a flirt," she thought. But she also thought, "there aren't any other customers, and flirting with this guy isn't a bad way to kill a little time." So she lingered. 

He finished his wine fairly quickly, which presented an awkward moment. She really should clear his glass, offer another, or something, but she can't keep standing there just to talk to him. 

Her marketing skills quickly kicked in. "Sir, if you enjoyed that wine, perhaps you would enjoy our "Wine Tasters Selection." She went on to explain: "We bring you a selection of ten of our best wines for your tasting. Your only obligation is to buy a bottle of your favorite. These wines are rather expensive, but I have a feeling you'll like what you taste."

She could tell he liked that idea. Although he may have originally come to the restaurant for a quiet moment alone, the idea of having this pretty lady serve him a series of excellent wines was very appealing. 

When she returned she had a tray full of glasses. Both of them were smiling as she set the tray down on the low table. She knew he was enjoying the view of her tight ass under that skirt, and she didn't mind him looking. 

She started describing the first wine and handed him the glass. But as he reached to take it, his eyes were still on her legs and his hand slipped. Wine spilled onto her hand.

"I'm so sorry," he said, "I can't believe I was that clumsy."

"No problem," she said, "but I don't want you to miss your first tasting." She reached her hand out to him and he quickly understood. He licked her fingers where the wine had spilled. 

"Now that was bad," she thought, "I've never pulled that stunt with a customer before." But as she looked at him, all she saw was smiles, and she knew she had to kiss him. "But you can't just go around kissing customers," she thought. 

"Sir, there is some left in this glass, would you like another taste?" 

"Yes, if I could," he replied.

She dipped a finger in the glass, then reached out and gently wet his lips. She dipped again, and wet her own lips. "Taste this," she said as she leaned in to kiss him. 

Now this was nice. He was a good kisser. She giggled as they each took another sip of the wine, and kissed again, tasting each other.

This was also really crazy. By bending down to kiss him, she was below the 4 foot high soji screens, so no one could really see them. But still...

The first glass gone, she began to explain the origin and merits of the second glass of wine, a pinot noir. As she did so, he reached forward and gently took one of her ankles with both hands. As she talked, he felt his hands slowly moving up, caressing her calf, then her knee, and lower thigh. 

"Please sir," she said, "would you like to taste your wine now?" 

"Yes," he said, taking the glass, a sip, and then handing to her. She took a sip and handed it back. He wet his fingers in the wine and then touched the back of her thigh, spreading the cold liquid in small strokes. He took another sip then leaned forward and kissed her, just above the knee. She could feel the wine slipping out between his lips and dripping down her leg as he gently bit and sucked her leg.

This was really too much, she thought. She handed him the third glass of wine, forgetting to give the introductory lecture. She stood up straight, looking over the soji screen. She could see that the restaurant was still nearly empty, and the few customers were busy at the bar with their backs turned toward her. 

He was busy below the screen. With the third glass he was now dribbling wine on her upper thigh and then licking it off. Looking down, she saw that since he was still sitting in the couch, his face was at her crotch level. And his licking and eyes were moving upwards. 

"Oh oh, I think I know what's coming next," she thought as she reached for the fourth glass of wine and downed it herself without even offering it to him. 

He took the fifth glass himself. This was a sparkling white. She shut her eyes as the tingling liquid was applied to her inner thigh, and then to the edge of her panty line. 

She gasped when she felt a finger slip under her panties, then the cool liquid as poured the sixth glass of wine onto her panties, completely soaking them. He used his teeth to find and then gently bite her pussy lips through her panties.

"Stop," she said. He looked up in surprise. "Oh for God's sake, just please eat my pussy now," she moaned. She reached down and pulled her panties down and stepped out of them. He wasted no time. He was tonguing her slit as she reached out and took the seventh glass of wine and again swallowed it in one gulp. His mouth was full of pussy juice and he didn't need any more lubrication right now. 

She was looking out over the soji screen. Although no one was paying them any attention, she knew she couldn't have an orgasm in plain view of other people. She had to stop. Her hands and legs were shaking as she pulled him away from her pussy and shoved him back into the couch.

"Please, sir," she said, "I have to sit down now." 

"Ok," he said, looking at her quizzically.

"I mean sit down on your cock, for God's sake," she said. "Really, get it out now, I can't last longer." 

His pants were down and his cock was out in a flash. She practically fell onto it, stopping for an instant to reach down and position it before impaling herself. That did it, she starting cumming almost immediately. She was in her favorite position, grinding down into a guy's lap while he thrust up into her. She was trembling uncontrollably, her pussy soaked with wine and her juices and now, she could feel him cumming within her, long spurts filling her up. 

As her breathing slowed, she knew she had to move again. She rolled off him. They were both looking at the wet sloppy mess they'd made. "I'd better clean up fast," she thought, but first, 

"Would you like another taste sir?" She smiled and handed him the eighth glass, while taking the ninth herself. They drank quietly, smiling at each other, then gathered all the napkins from the table to clean up with. She left him with a kiss and the tenth glass to enjoy in private.

It had felt like hours, but actually, she was only gone from the bar for 30 minutes, not an inappropriate time for a decent wine tasting. When she came back to the bar, the manager looked up and asked "So, did he like it? Which bottle does he want?"

"All ten of them. Put them in a box and deliver them to his room," she said, showing the manager the room key she had slipped from his pocket. "He said he's never had such great tasting wine in his life."