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The Neighbor's

By: DevilishTexan



The day began like any other, hot and uneventful. Steve was away for another month-long business trip to Saudi Arabia. Aramco must have thought they were doing all the wives and girlfriends a favor by taking our men away from us for extended periods of time. But all it did for me was give me time to get better acquainted with my vibrator and the few porno videos we had. Not that I wasn't already more than familiar with either. My ten year marriage to Steve had left me with two wonderful children and a very intense longing for something more.

For a thirty-two year old woman, my body was still in great shape, kept up by exercise and careful dieting. My breasts were still a firm 34C, and my tummy and ass, were tight as when I was nineteen. Steve was also quite a handsome man although he was lacking in the bedroom - caused by his inability to think of my needs and his recognition of only his own. Our sex life began to wither after the birth of Justin, my second child. I suppose the Freudian idea of a mother/son relationship was true in the sense that I did tend to show more affection for my son at times than I did for Steve and I believe subconsciously he resented me for it.

As I cleaned the remains of the dishes from my breakfast, I heard a car door shut. This was something peculiar because we live in a very secluded upscale neighborhood with only one neighbor, who had moved over a year ago. We had become good friends with the neighbors Jan and David. We enjoyed parties in their back yard and quiet nights in their hot tub, where the idea of wife swapping had jokingly been brought up but to my dismay, never came to pass. Jan and I would often discuss our sex lives with one another and I was secretly jealous of the amazing lover she bragged David to be. Before we had the opportunity to make the idea a reality, David was transferred, leaving me unfulfilled and bored once again.

I walked to the window, expecting to see a realtor showing the house and was surprised to see a very beautiful woman walk towards it. She appeared to be about twenty-five and was absolutely stunning - well-dressed in a crème silk blouse that was stretched by ample breasts and a plaid brown skirt that came to just above her knees. Her long blond hair was tied in a ponytail and she had a golden tan that appeared natural. She was driving what seemed to be a newer model Mercedes convertible, so I assumed she was a realtor. I admired the car as she walked back out towards the yard and began to struggle with the realtor's sign, obviously trying to remove it. As I watched this woman, I knew that if she had ever expressed a desire for me I would probably entertain the idea. I had never been with another woman, but had girlfriends that had and often wondered what it would be like. Seeing this as an opportunity to meet someone who might be a new neighbor, I walked to the front porch and called to see if she needed help. 

"Yes, would you mind?" she answered. 

I walked down the driveway and about fifty feet to her yard and introduced myself. 

"Hi, I'm Cynthia Reynolds, are we going to be neighbors?" I asked.

"Yes. Hi, I'm Vanessa Stewart. And yeah, I'm moving in tomorrow. Well actually, my boyfriend and I." 

"Oh, is he at work now?" I inquired, kicking myself for being nosy. 

"No, he's been away on business but coming back in today”.

”How nice, mine's away for a whole month. It'll be nice to have some new friends". 

We removed the sign and brought it into the garage. I smelled the intoxicating aroma of her perfume, which was also a scent that I wore. Well at least she has class, I thought to myself. 

"So you say you’re not moving in till tomorrow?” I curiously asked her. 

"No, I'm just here to make sure things are in order and wait for Devon to have a look at it.” 

“So your boyfriend hasn't even seen the house yet?” 

“No, I picked it out, he just pays for it," she giggled. 

"Well that sounds like my kind of arrangement," I agreed. 

"Yes, it's the best arrangement I could ever hope for," she replied. 

Curious, I offered her a get-acquainted drink beside the pool, hoping to ply her with alcohol, and find out more about her arrangement. She agreed. Then without thinking I devilishly suggested she wear a swimsuit if she had one. She said she did and would be right over.

I was surprised by my brazenness and almost guilty as to why I would be aroused at seeing this woman half-clothed. But the thought of it did make me tingle in places that surprised me. I walked up the stairs to my bedroom and began to undress. I admired myself in our full-length mirror, thinking, not a bad frame for a mother of two. I double checked my pubic area to make sure my early morning shave had left no visible razor burn and retrieved my one piece French cut bathing suit. I had bought the colorful suit while on vacation in Brazil and it accentuated my hips while showing off plenty of cheek and my breasts. Overall, I thought I looked great and could compete with this younger, obviously better endowed woman.

I walked down to the kitchen where I began to mix margaritas, making them extra potent with the addition of Grand Marnier. I fully expected Vanessa to spill the beans on just what kind of 'arrangement' she had. After pouring the mix into the pitcher, I withdrew our bottle of Patron tequila from the cupboard, reserved for special guests (not that we ever had any). I called my mother, who had been keeping my children for the weekend, to make sure I wouldn't have any unexpected visitations and she said they were leaving for an outing at the zoo.

Just then I heard Vanessa at the door. I invited her in and apologized half-heartedly. 

"I hope you don't mind, I made a pitcher of margaritas. I don't know about you but I could use a good buzz on a hot Saturday by the pool."

”Oh noooo, that sounds great" she exclaimed. 

When she entered the kitchen, I almost dropped the pitcher. She was clad in only a tiny two-piece bikini with a top that barely concealed her breasts – breasts that appeared to be at least 34D and seemed to be natural. Her legs were toned and muscular and she had an ass any woman would kill for, round and firm. She was definitely a complete package. She did have the modesty to wrap her hips in a sarong that was quite lovely and appeared to also be silk. 

"I'm so embarrassed, all I had was this tiny suit," she apologized. "Devon usually doesn't let me wear anything else". 

“Oh that’s fine, and I hope I’m not being forward but you have a stunning body,” I told her.

“Thanks, I work hard for it and Devon wants me tight and toned, so it’s worth it. So, do you prefer Cynthia or Cyndi?" she quizzed. 

"Oh, either is fine," I responded. 

We walked to the pool and sat down on our chaise lounges. I poured us both a shot and offered a toast. 

"Here's to new friends, great success and great arrangements". 

We then began to drink the first of what became quite a few margaritas, as we made small talk about the neighborhood and common interests. We were both feeling heady when I decided to get to the meat of the subject. 

"So tell me Vanessa, I have to know. What is it you do exactly to have such a fabulous arrangement with Devon?" 

As she took another drink she began. "You promise you won't judge me before you hear the entire story right?" 

"Of course, who am I to judge? I'm just a bored, sexually frustrated housewife," I complained. 

"Well, my past is not what you'd call uneventful. I'm a formally educated woman who has made her own decisions and mistakes. I used to hold normal jobs but couldn't get past the boss wanting to have me on his desk, or the sexual innuendo and remarks from every male employee. The jealous backstabbing hens, with their romance novels and spiteful looks and gossip. So I quit the corporate world, and decided if I can't join em', beat em'. So I decided to use my body to earn my living. I danced, I did nude modeling and even made a porno in which I discovered I had an uncanny talent for oral sex." 

At this point I was falling over in rapt attention - or was it from the booze? I couldn't remember.

"Oh my God, what did you do?" I exclaimed, nearly falling off my chair. 

“I somehow managed to take an actor with a nine and a half inch cock down my throat without gagging, until he came in my mouth". 

Upon hearing this, my crotch began to tingle. I imagined her sucking off this well-hung stud and yearned to be the one in her place. 

"You didn't gag at all? You took him the way down to his, to his balls?” 

"Yep, all the way down Cyndi. And you know what else? I loved it. I felt so powerful and in control for once. I had this man at my mercy. I had never done anything like this before but it opened a whole new world for me sexually." 

"Oh my God! So what did you do after that? You said you only made one film?" 

"Yeah, the people in those movies are the worst, it wasn't for me. I went back to dancing and became a feature performer touring the states and Canada. But even though I made a lot of money the men were the same and so were the women. I was lonely, Cyndi. I dated, but most of the guys were losers and cheap, and I had had enough. I decided to take matters into my own hands. I had heard of video dating but I looked online and found an adult personals site. I knew that people with money were the ones having sex so this is where I went. I knew exactly what I wanted, knew what I could provide and placed an ad. It read: 

Gorgeous, bi-sexual, blond, tanned, articulate, educated woman, 26, 5’3, 36dd-24-34, submissive, with excellent oral abilities seeking very attractive, well built, well-hung, very financially secure men to be my keeper, my lover, my friend. You provide me the lifestyle to which I've become accustomed and I'll provide you anything and everything you need, whenever and wherever.”            

“Cyndi, the responses rolled in like a flood", Vanessa gushed. "I had a date lined up nearly every night of the week. Of course I had to cull the crème of the crop, which left about five percent. But the remaining few were champions. I went places and did things I've never done before. Then I was dating this one guy Paul, who was by far my favorite of all the guys I had gone out with. Well, one night I was dancing at the club and he comes in.  He's got this friend with him. Cyndi, you could have knocked me over with a feather. He was gorgeous, tall, muscular and definitely into me. Paul introduced Devon and said he had told Devon all about me and wanted to know if I wanted to enjoy them both. I was so excited about the prospect; I almost came on the spot."

"So what did you do?" I asked excitedly.

"Well to my disappointment, Devon declined. We had been drinking til almost three A.M. and Devon said he had to make a business flight at ten A.M. that day, so he left. But guess who decided to show up at the club two nights later? And the rest, I guess, you could say is history." 

“So what makes this Devon so special?" I asked, downing the rest of my drink.

"Well, first, he's incredible in bed. And he's hung like a horse," she giggled. "And his stamina is phenomenal. He has his own import-export business and makes more than enough for the both of us to live on anywhere we desire for as long as we want. He is gone sporadically but stays with me when I need him. And he makes me do the most delicious things that I would never do for anyone else. I guess you could say I'm his concubine of sorts." 

"But doesn't that make you feel used?" I asked. 

"Why? I can leave anytime I want and so can he. We are using each other to fill our needs." 

"Do you love him Vanessa?” 

”I suppose I do, in a way, but it's a business arrangement. Sure, we care about each other tremendously. I give him his space and he gives me mine." 

"But don't you wonder if he sleeps around?" I asked, puzzled. 

"Cyndi, he's an attractive, very successful man who happens to be a stud in bed. I share him and he shares me. But we do it together or we don't discuss it."

"You share him?" I stammered.

”Cynthia, we share everything when we’re together. We’re both very open sexually; that's our glue. He's very busy and when he works, he works hard - but when he plays, oh my God, does he play hard." "Cyndi,” she said as she paused, looking at me seriously. “Would you like to find out exactly what I'm talking about?" 

I couldn't believe what she had just asked me as I searched for an answer, fidgeting in my chair. 

"What do you mean? I could never cheat on my husband, Vanessa." 

"Cyndi,” she said, rolling her eyes. “You’re a beautiful woman. You deserve to be treated like one. You've already told me how frustrated you are sexually.” 

“But… but, I couldn't, Vanessa."

At that, her cell phone rang. 

"Hi baby, where are you? I'm at our beautiful new neighbor’s house, waiting for you," she told him, sounding like a young girl with a high school crush. "Come over and wear your swimsuit". 

"Vanessa, I simply can't misbehave," I told her. 

“Just meet him and then decide,” she responded.

I couldn't believe what Vanessa had asked me, but my pussy tingled at the idea of being serviced by this hot stud. 

"I think I need another drink,” I stammered as I quickly poured another for both her and myself. About thirty minutes later, a knock came at the patio door and a husky deep voice called out to us. 

“Right here baby,” Vanessa squealed as she jumped up, her sarong falling to reveal a firm, round ass visible in her thong. 

When Devon stepped through the patio door, I was floored. He was a sight to behold. All of at least 6'2 and the tanned muscular body of a swimmer, jet black hair and crystal blue eyes. But as I gazed at his body my jaw dropped as my eyes fell upon his nearly see-through black boxer cut swimsuit. His cock was magnificent. It had to be at least six inches long flaccid and almost as thick as my wrist. It bulged out of his swimsuit like a large sausage. 

Vanessa walked up to him, wrapping one leg around his body and kissing him deeply. 

“Hi baby,” she said, taking his hand and bringing him over to my chair. 

I stood up as he offered his hand and shook it, his soft manicured hands taking mine gently but firmly, melting me. 

“This is Cynthia,” Vanessa told him. 

"Pleased to meet you. I'm Devon Armstrong." 

"I've told her all about you, baby," Vanessa declared.

"Well only believe twenty five percent of what Vanessa tells you, the rest I'll make up for in goods and services," Devon chuckled. 

"It's your goods and services that I told her about," Vanessa laughed. 

Devon blushed, but was good humored about his girlfriend. And I was completely ready to surrender my body to him. 

“Would you care for a drink, Devon?" I offered. 

"Yes, I would," he said, taking the glass. There was a moment of uncomfortable silence until Vanessa spoke up. 

"Hey guys, you feel like going to sit in the hot tub so we can get better acquainted?"

"Well, I don't know", I stammered.

"I think I'd love to get to know my new neighbor better," Devon interrupted.

”What do you say, Cyndi?" Devon asked, holding out his hand as I took it without even thinking. I grabbed the bottle of tequila as we walked to their back yard, Vanessa leading, holding Devon's hand as he held mine. I think he knew by the way I looked at him that I desired him with every fiber in my body. I felt totally helpless as to what was going to happen and really didn't care. I deserved to explore the limits of my sexuality and needed it with an intensity that made me wet.

Devon was the first to step into the heated water as Vanessa flipped the switch, turning on the jets causing the tub to bubble. As Vanessa got into the water, Devon grabbed her pulling her onto his lap and kissing her. 

“It's good to see you, baby,” he cooed in her ear. 

I began feeling like a third wheel and started to get out. 

"Think I'll leave you two alone," I said as Vanessa grabbed my hand, stopping me. 

"No wait", she begged.

"Devon, Cyndi is having problems with her man satisfying her and I was thinking that maybe we could show her why were such a good team." 

I was completely shocked at her comment. 

“Well, Cynthia, what exactly have you two been talking about?” Devon asked.

“Well, she tells me you’re quite the lover.”

“Cynthia,” Vanessa interrupted, “I have to admit I find you very attractive and I apologize for being so forward but I could see the way you looked at Devon. You find him attractive and you did say you've been doing without.” 

“Well, yes, that's true,” I stammered, “but I'm married and shouldn't mess around without Steve here.”

“Well then, why don't you watch how I suck Devon's big, beautiful cock and then you can decide what to do.”

I couldn't believe Vanessa’s forwardness but when she removed his tremendous cock from his shorts I was filled with desire. His cock was beautiful. Even half erect he was as big as Steve was hard. I had never seen a penis the size of this man’s, not even in movies. It was extremely thick with a plum sized head and as long as my forearm. And his crotch was totally shaved which made it look even more the monster. Devon slowly stroked his awesome manhood until it was completely hard. It hung down slightly from the weight of it. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. Noticing this he asked me if I enjoyed watching him stroke his dick. 

“Uh um yes, yes I do,” was all I could stammer. 

Vanessa didn’t waste any time wrapping her hands around Devon’s ass and stuffing his muscle into her mouth like a woman possessed.

“Yeah, suck that cock baby,” Devon commanded. 

She stroked his huge member with her hands, her lips tightly around the shaft, moaning, never taking her eyes from his. He pushed her head down on his huge cock making her take more of it slowly until he was buried down her throat. I was amazed at Vanessa's abilities as she held his cock down her throat, digging her fingers into his ass, pulling him into her mouth as far as he could go. I couldn't believe she could fit so much of his thick cock in her mouth as Devon moaned, throwing his head back as he leaned on the edge of the tub. As she slid her lips back up his cock, she grabbed his shaft, and stroked him. As I watched the scene before me, I was unconscious of the fact that I had slid my hand beneath my swimsuit and was rubbing my wet pussy furiously. Vanessa was pumping his dick rapidly as she sucked the head, moaning all the while, watching him. She pulled his cock from her mouth and rubbed and slapped it against her cheek, savoring him as she looked over to me smiling. The two of them mesmerized me. She made love to his cock like he was the last man on earth and he totally dominated her, forcing her to take all of it, fucking her mouth, talking dirty to her all the while. 

"Yeah, that's a good girl, suck my cock, come on baby, take it down your hot little throat," he demanded. 

She slid her tongue down the length of his shaft sucking one of his smooth balls into her mouth, moaning, jerking the shaft. 

"Look at me, don't you look away or close your eyes," he demanded. 

She took his cock in both her hands stroking him as she sucked one then both of his balls into her mouth gently, never taking her eyes from his. 

"Do you like watching Vanessa suck my cock, Cyndi?" Devon asked me as Vanessa licked his balls. 

"Uh yes, yes I do." 

"Why don't you come join her then? I'd love to see those beautiful lips slide over my cock." 

I was frozen in shock. My pussy was throbbing and dripping from watching the two of them. I wanted to desperately but didn't know what to do. 

"Mmmmm, come on Cyndi, try him,” Vanessa beckoned, holding his huge pole in my direction. 

“No need to be nervous darling,” Devon responded. “Let me help you decide." 


The Neighbors



Visha was the average girl measuring in at only 5”2 145 lbs 42D breasts. So okay she was a well above normal. She never really ever had time for much else except work and school. She had never had more than a few minutes of conversation with her neighbors of three years. But someone knew her extremely well. They had memorized every inch of her. The exact size of her nipples. Right were the dimple in her ass was and her weekly masturbation schedule. She had had a job that allowed her more free time, but she despised herself for doing it once. Yes, she had danced naked for money at one of those dial a stripper things. She kept her face masked so as to keep anyone from knowing who she was. 

She found that she was extremely nervous it caused her nipples to protrude almost from under her tiny top. She hated the ruff hands of the men as they stuffed dollar bills down your cleavage. Smelling the sweaty and alcohol latent bodies. Grabbing at her breasts licking her holding her down grinding her ass into them. She could feel their erect cocks through their pants. One of the them even went so far as to try to finger her. Finally, it was over. That day she went home and scrubbed her body for hours. Although, she never did it again. No one could get close to her let alone have sex with her.

Now she worked a decent paying job its worked her hours long into the late night. She would do her usual routine slump through the doorway pull off her shoes and clothes and finish up the class work she didn’t do already. Then she would go for a shower and off to work like clockwork. She had no idea she had two extra shadows. That went with her everywhere including into her own house!

On one of her average days on the way into the house. She found that her door was open. She walked into her room to find a man riffling through her drawers. Sniffing her underwear as he put it in his pocket. She turned to run down the hall, but was close lined. Still a little disoriented, she felt a prick in her thigh. She looked up to find her legs in irons and blindfolded. Lifting her blindfold to peak around the room. The windows were spray painted over but she could see through a hole the high way that was not far behind her house. Suddenly, the door swung open. Oops, your awake forcing her away from the window. Cant have you doing that., says another voice. Well, now we weren’t expected for another few days but you left us no choice. Sorry, about being so ruff earlier.

Feeling her hands being raised above her head and placed into padded leather straps. Let us help you with your clothes. Her panties were the only thing left on her body. At this Visha, began to struggle and scream. 

I’ll do what you want just please don’t kill me!. Oh we wouldn’t ever do that to you. 

They then removed her blind fold to reveal that they were naked. There were her next door neighbors. But she had always thought they were gay. But your? Gay not actually just two healthy bi guys in serious need of some of your sweet little pussy to complete our happy little home.

We have watched you sine you moved here. And just as a reminder honey, you should really close that window in you room. You really give a show to any lucky guy that can see. 

That’s how we came to choose you.

While she was being lectured to by him. The other was burrowing his head in between her thighs sliding his long tongue up her thighs. Stopping only to kiss the thigh and leave little passion marks. With that the second pair of hands running over her breasts cupping them to raise them closer to his face. She could feel herself starting to moan with pleasure. She then begins to feel the juices from herself running down into his mouth wetting his entire mouth and nose. Slowly, he removes his face and inserts some fingers into her. Slowly, stretching the muscles till they allow the fingers to glide into her. Her nipples now being nibbled causing her to scream with pain and delight. Straddling her body placing his cock between her ample breasts. Having the head of it touch her lips as he squeeze his 7” inch cock between them. Trying to get it all the time deeper into her mouth. Her pussy being stretched to the width of her other neighbors cock. She was screaming into her second orgasm.

No longer struggling, just lying back allowing her body to be ravished by the two men. 

She was slowly turned to her side. Feeling a finger being worked in. Oh, its very tight my dear. But with a little of this it will soon be taken car of. She feels the warmness of the gel on and now inside her puckered anus. With that, he begins to work his mushroom head into her. Pushing her forward onto his partner still stretching her pussy. Being forced hard onto him feeling the swelling of both of them inside her. Feeling the loads of hot cumm exploding into her. She scream and shivered to her third orgasm. She lay there between the now limp members longing for more...



The Neighbors



This story contains scenes of interracial and bisexual sex. If that offends you, STOP READING! 

Chapter 1

The excitement was palpable as the four couples made their way to their suite on the cruise ship. They all lived in the same cul de sac in a suburb of a major city. Over the years, they had swapped babysitting, attended countless christenings, barbeques and graduations. Now the children were all grown and gone. After much discussion, budgeting and planning, they decide to take a cruise and share the four bedroom Presidential Suite. As they opened the door to their suite, the ohhhs and ahhs filled the air.

The suite was done in pastel shades of pink and blue. To the left was a large pastel blue divan. The coffee table in front of it was chromed metal with a glass top. In the middle of that table was a large fruit basket with a white embossed card. Written in calligraphy in black ink on the card was the word welcome. 

Two of the bedrooms were at either end of the spacious suite. The other two were on the wall opposite the roomy living area. The nearest of these wall bedrooms formed a short entryway next to the end suite. Each bedroom had a private bathroom with a shower. The living area contained a sectional sofa and dining table; the balcony ran the length of the suite with an eight person hot tub and another dining area. They splurged and had the bar in the suite stocked with their favorite beverages. On the bar was a magnum of champagne chilling in a silver bucket. Another card hung on a blue ribbon from the neck of the bottle. On it were the words" Compliments of the captain."

Bill, and Beverly Anderson, both 57, took the end bedroom by the entrance. They were married 29 years. They met when she worked as a clerk in his office. They were the only couple in the group with no children. Bev compensated by lavishing love and attention on her friends children. Although she had never cheated on Bill, she grew more flirtatious as she grew older. She was a big woman at 5'7", 190 pounds. Bill tends to be officious. However, he is comfortable with his small circle of friends. He loves his wife unconditionally.

Edward, 52, and June Summers, 54, took the bedroom on the wall adjacent to the entryway. They married right after college and had three children. While Ed tended to be a fitness buff, exercising and running on a regular basis, June eschewed all exercise. Her pear shape attested to that. Her 34C breast emphasized her big bottom.

John, 54, and Kathy, 50, Tomlin took the wall bedroom next to Ed and June. Their neighbors affectionately referred to them as Mutt and Jeff. John packed 220 pounds on his 6' 4" frame while Kathy was a petite 5' 1", 110 pounds. Their two children had not caused any appreciable change in Kathy's body. Her 34B set up pert and proud. Her waist was still waspish while the few extra pounds she gained only added a seductive roundness to her bottom.

Cleotha, 48 and Ramona, 47, were African American and took the bedroom at the opposite end of the suite. They had one daughter in college. Cleo was 6'2" 200 pounds. He worked out irregularly with Ed and was in reasonable shape. Mona was 5' 6", 170 lbs. Her 36C bosom matched her hips. She had developed a little pooch and was working out to reduce it.

The couples took their small carryon luggage to their bedrooms to change. The remainder of their luggage would be delivered later.

Ed Summer was first to exit his room. He wore beige swim trunks and black flip-flops. Salt and pepper hair covered his head and chest. He wore his hair longish, stopping in a full cut just below the lobes of his smallish ears. An aquiline nose sat above thin lips that always had the hint of a smile. His dark eyes mirrored that hint of a smile. His hairy legs were tan and muscular. 

He checked the bar inventory and chose eight flutes for the complimentary champagne. He sat the glasses on the bar. He bent at the waist looking for the corkscrew bottle opener, his back to the bedrooms, when Bev sneaked up behind him and pinched his butt.

"What the fuck...!" Ed bolted upright, grabbed the violated cheek with one hand and turned to see Bev smiling devilishly. Her bathing suit was an aqua bandini top with contrasting black bottoms. The hook and strap closure was designed for breasts much smaller than Bev's 38D. It strained to contain this excess of pulchritude. Her mules color matched the aqua top.

"Hi Sweety," Bev purred.

Ed shot a quick nervous glance at his bedroom door then scanned the others.

"Bitch, have you lost your mind? They might come out of their rooms any second!"

Before she could answer, her husband exited their bedroom and walked across the living area to the bar. He eyed his wife and his neighbor. Unbeknownst to Ed, he was aware they were carrying on a clandestine affair. He actually saw them having sex in the bathroom in his house. It awakened odd feelings in him, none of which was outrage.

"That champagne looks inviting, Ed! Pour it!"

"Bill, we need to wait for the others. Then we'll toast our cruise!"

In their shower, Cleo and Mona were having sex. Mona leaned against the shower wall under the showerhead the water streaming off her cornrows while her husband huge cock slowly moved in and out of her fevered pussy. They needed a quickie to take the edge off. Since they had entered the swinging life style, their sex was more intense, more pleasurable. In the year since they went to Vegas, they had shared many moments like this. Mona felt Cleo swell in her, shooting his seed deep in her womb, driving her to her own orgasm.

Mona turned and embraced her husband. Their lips touched in a long soulful kiss, their tongues played lustfully.

"We need to get out of here! The others are waiting for us!"

"Why don't we hang a Do Not Disturb sign on the door? We can see them after the cruise!"

"Silly! Are you going to clean up the mess you made?"

He knelt, took the natural sponge provided in their suite and soaped up her pussy. Mona spread her legs so he could clean his seed from her. He leaned forward and tried to kiss her still swollen clit.

"Stop it, baby! We'll never get out of here if we got started!"

"Fuck 'em! Let them wait!"

"Behave!" Mona took the showerhead and let them hot water rinse the soap from her pussy. She and her husband stepped from the shower and took turns drying each other. Mona lingered while she dried his cock and balls, pulling on his cock while holding his large balls in one hand.

"Now who is misbehaving," Cleo said.

Mona playfully swatted him with the towel and walked around the bed to her carryon luggage.

Cleo quickly slipped on black speedos and grey flip-flops. He liked the effect of people seeing the bulge from his cock. He sat on the bed and watch as Mona donned a black and yellow polka dot bikini. It was a mere wisp of cloth that tied on either side of her large hips. He watched as she adjusted it and inspected herself in the mirror. The top were triangles of cloth that did little more than cover her nipples. It barely contained her rich chocolate breasts. They both made a decision to let it all hang out for this trip. It might scandalize their friends but it reflected their new more open life style.

They exited their bedroom and saw their friends waiting at the bar.

June watched the roll of Mona's hips as she approached the group standing at the bar. That woman is like fine wine, she thought, she gets hotter and sexier as she ages.

"What took you guys so long?" John Tomlin towered over everyone. His hand rested casually on the soft curve of his wife's butt. His pale white hand was in sharp contrast to his wife's full bottom black bikini with a matching halter top. His swim short were almost knee length and a loud floral pattern.

"We had to christen the bedroom.' Mona smiled.

Kathy saw the bulge in Cleo's trunks and felt a quiver in her anus. Beneath that demure exterior, she was painfully shy. She rarely looking anyone in the eye. She was, however, a woman obsessed with anal sex. Her husband did not share her obsession. Early on, the marriage almost did not make it because of his distaste for anal sex. Over their 32 year marriage, they settled into a routine of monthly anal. She had well hidden toys she used in the interim.

"You two are impossible, Ed laughed" He poured the fine wine and held up his glass.

"To good friends, good times and good fun, he intoned as he raised his glass." As the couples drank their champagne, Bev, sitting at the far end of the bar, caught Ed's eye. She winked and ran her tongue around her lips suggestively.

Ed blushed deeply. His eyes flicked around first to his wife, June, and then to his travelling companions. No one saw Bev. What was I thinking about, he thought. I never should have done it. I never should have fucked Bev. 

Chapter 2

Now there was some history between Bev Anderson and Ed Summer. Although not planned, it became a seminal event in the lives of the four couples. Long time familiarity, chance and too much alcohol fueled it. It happened at the neighborhood BBQ earlier that summer. These barbecues rotated between the four families. That weekend it was Bill and Bev's turn.

As usual, Bev was in her cups. At 57, excess defined her. She drank more, flirted openly and wore less and tighter fitting clothes then the neighborhood women. Her husband not only tolerated her excesses but also seemed to encourage it.

After several beers, Ed was feeling no pain himself. These bi weekly get togethers were a chance to unwind and enjoy good friends. Years of association made them feel more like family.

They had solved most of the world's problems by the time they were half way through the first case of beer and the second pitcher of margaritas. Cleotha nudged Ed as Bev's full mature ass wiggled by in a pink sun suit that was at least a size too small. Amused, they watched as she made her way carefully into the house. 

Bill was a highly successful investment broker. In fact, his guests all benefited from his business acumen. He advised them all and managed their portfolios. Although short and stocky, he carried himself in such a way that he seemed taller. He stood ramrod erect, getting the most out of his 5' 8' frame 180 pound frame. 

Bill was as meticulous in his cooking as he was in his research for investments. He noticed with some frustration, that Bev had failed to bring out the special spice rub he prepared for the cookout. Unable to leave the propane gas grill at what he saw as critical juncture in the preparation of the steaks, he asked Ed to go inside and grab the spice rub.

Ed entered his house from the rear and saw the rub on the kitchen counter. However, He had to piss like a racehorse. He walked down the short hall turned into the bathroom and there was Bev, partially naked.

Her one piece pink jumpsuit was around her ankles, along with her panties. Even restrained by her pink lace Demi bra, her large breasts swayed as she tried unsuccessfully to pull up her sun suit. She had obviously just finished peeing and was struggling to pull it up. He could see her big ass in profile.

"Oops, sorry!" Ed was mortified. He stumbled backwards and turned to hurry down the hall.

Beverly was trying to balance herself on the sink with one hand and pull her panties up with the other. However, the alcohol was fighting her. Each time she would bend over, she would over balance. She would almost fall head first on to the floor. She would pop back up, curse and try again. She saw Ed enter and then quickly leave. "Ed, Ed," she shouted, Come on Ed, help a lady out."

Hesitantly, Ed slowly moved forward. Several beers diluted common sense. That and a many year flirtation caused him to edge toward Bev. How many times over the years had she flaunted that big ass and those humongous tits at him and the other guys? How many times had they nudged each other as she played the senior slut role? Now there was that big dimpled ass, bare and inviting. There was her pussy, covered by neatly trimmed mingled grey and brown pubic hair. There were those jugs, the barest hint of a nipple peaking above the edge of her bra.

She placed a hand on his shoulder, and reached down for her panties. Again, she overbalanced and fell forward, throwing both arms around his neck to check her fall. He reached out to break her fall and ended up with two handfuls of fat ass. His cock was rigid now. He was also scared shitless. If anyone came in, there was no explanation for this. Even henpecked Bill would be angered. And June, how would he ever explain it to June! Despite this, he squeezed her ass.

Beverly surprised him. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him deep and hard, forcing her tongue into his mouth. The odor of gin and expensive perfume invaded his nostrils. He cupped her ass and roughly squeezed it again.

Bev's hand trailed down and grabbed his rigid cock. "I want me some of this," she slurred. She undid the clasp on his Bermuda shorts and pulled the zipper down. They dropped around his ankles in a puddle of brown khaki. She unsteadily knelt on the floor and pulled his cock from his boxers

Ed looked over his shoulder at the open bathroom door. This was crazy! At any minute, someone could come in to use the bathroom and catch them. He was about to push her away when she licked his dickhead. "Aw fuck!" Ed moaned.

"Mmmm baby I love your cock! It's a perfect fit for my mouth!" Beverly ran her nose over the length of Ed's cock. "Mmmm that smell gets me so wet!"

Bev knew she could suck cock. She had lost count of the cocks she sucked before she met Bill. There were also several since they married. Like a famous politician, she did not believe a blowjob was having sex. In fact, Bill married her because she daily sucked him off in the office supply room. One of the things she missed most in this outpost of suburbia was the occasional cock to suck. The mailman had been a regular until he retired and a woman replaced him.

Ed placed one hand on the face bowl to keep his balance. He looked down into her grey green eyes; he saw the wanton smile on her face as she looked up at him. "Fuck, Bev that feels so good! But this is just crazy!" Again, Ed nervously looked at the bathroom door. He could faintly hear the voices on the patio.

Bev lavished wet kisses over Ed's cock. She started at his mushroom head, kissed the head. Then she licked the underside of the glans, kissed it and licked down the underside of his cock. She could feel the pulsing telling her that she had him close to coming. Bev gripped Ed's cock at the base, squeezed it tightly, causing Ed to grimace. Then she took the length of his long thin cock down her throat. She hummed, sending waves of pleasure through Ed's body. Maintaining her tight grip on the root of Ed's cock to prevent him from coming, she tightened her lips around his dick as she slowly pulled it back.

"Motherfucker, Bev, don't stop!" Ed forgot about the risk of discovery as Bev slowly drew her head back, caressing his cock with her firmly pursed lips. He laid one hand on her reddish brown pixie haircut and mouth fucked her.

"Come on, big boy, I want that amazing cock in me." Bev walked on her knees to the toilet. She pulled the lid down and sat on it. She kicked her body suit off and spread her legs. "Come get some pussy, baby!"

Ed sank to his knees in front of Bev. He scooted forward until he could position the head of his tool at the swollen pulsating entrance to her pussy. He slid the head of his throbbing purple mushroom head up and down her swollen labia. "Say you want it, bitch!" He surprised himself with the coarseness of his speech.

Bev's eyes widen at her neighbor's words. Bill never talked to her this way. She liked it! "Fuck me, you bastard, fuck me hard!"

"You slut! I've wanted this pussy for a long time." Ed thrust hard and deep. He watched Bev's eyes widen as he bottomed out against her cervix. Beth sat back, bracing herself against the toilet with her hands. 

There was no passion, just drunken lust. Ed pushed her back against the toilet. They were dogs in heat. Thrusting, snarling and growling as they consummated their adulterous act. This was no long languorous sex. This was animal fucking. Thrust hard, plant your seed and get out! He felt her pussy contract as her orgasm overtook her. It drove his orgasm as her pussy spasmed around his cock.

And then they were finished. Sweat covered their seminude bodies. Their crotches were drenched in their juices. Now guilt crept in between them. Awkwardly, Ed crawled back. His cock pulled glistening from her dripping pussy. Almost obscenely, they watched his seed ooze from her pussy and drip to the tile floor. It formed a greyish white pool on the blue tile. Their eyes met over the evidence of sex, pooling on the floor between them. 

Somewhere in her drunken haze, Bev knew she had crossed a line. She was not worried about Bill; she was the dominant in their relationship. However, Ed was the first real cock she had since she married Bill. It felt good to be the one being used instead of the user. "Ed, you had better clean up and go back first.

He nodded dumbly. Ed grabbed a towel, wetted it and washed his cock. Bev's head bobbed as she watched him clean up. Then he rinsed the towel and handed it to Bev.

Bev shook her head. "You do it! Clean your jizz out of my pussy!" She was relishing the verbally abusive chatter.

"Look, Bev, we better...!"

"Do it, mother fucker!" Beverly screamed.

Ed knelt and wiped her pussy with the warm wet towel. "Jesus, Bev, you need to keep your voice down!" He parted her labia and wiped their combined juices from her vagina. Then he cleaned her vulva. 

Bev watched as her new lover washed her pussy. She often made Bill lick her clean after their sex. Perversely, they both loved it but for different reasons. She for the sense of power it gave her to have a man between her legs cleaning her. He because of the incredibly erotic taste of their combined juices. 

Ed stood, tossed the towel into the sink and pulled his clothes up. As he turned to exit the bathroom, he thought he saw movement. His heart beat like a trip hammer as he slowly stuck his head out of the door and saw no one. He breathed a sigh of relief and headed for the kitchen. He looked all over the kitchen and could not find the spice rub. 

"Bill, I couldn't find the spice rub!" Ed said as he walked back to the patio.

"Sorry, Ed," Bill stammered, a slight sheen of swear covering his face, "I have it!"





Chapter 3



Cleotha took over the bartending and prepared several pitchers of his very potent margaritas. Everyone over indulged. They toasted each other. They toasted the captain. Finally, they toasted the sailing as the ship moved away from the dock and into the channel.

As darkness fell, they retired to their rooms, excited about the cruise and full of affection for their friends. 

Later that night, Kathy and John Tomlin were in bed. They both had over indulged in margaritas. Their sense of adventure overcame the normal inhibitions.

While John was holding on to the spinning bed trying not to upchuck, Kathy was horny. She had bought the pink sheer baby doll pajamas with the thong just for the cruise. She also had a tube of KY jelly. Kathy thought that the exotic nature of the cruise would be perfect for anal sex. 

Kathy squirted KY on her fingers. She knelt on all fours, her small round ass pointing to the ceiling. She shivered as her finger entered her ass. Fuck, she thought, this is always such an incredible feeling.

As she slowly lubed her anus, she flashed back to her fundamentalist preacher father. He fucked her ass often, the whole time spouting bible verses about women cleaving only onto their husband. Her mother would kneel next to them silently praying while her husband plowed his daughter's pooper. When she met John, she was a virgin and addicted to anal sex.




The Neighbors



When she tried to stroke his cock, John pleaded he was too drunk. Frustrated, she got up and went into the living area. Kathy tripped over the coffee table and went down on all fours.

"Fuck," she exclaimed, "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she was struggling to stand when she heard a voice.

"Is that you Mona?" Too wired to sleep, Cleo decided to try the hot tub to see if that would relax him.

"Cleotha? No it's me, Kathy!"

"Hey Kat! I'm on the balcony in the hot tub."

Realizing she drank more than she normally did, Kathy placed a hand on the divan and one on the coffee table and levered herself up. She quickly grabbed the arm of the couch as the room began to move.

Kathy moved slowly toward the balcony. When she reached the sliding glass door, she leaned against it for support. "Oh hi Cleo. You couldn't sleep either?"

Cleo could just make out the outline of Kathy in the starlight of the moonless night. He could tell that she had on some kind of top that seemed to end around her ass. Then he recalled that his boxers were draped across a chair on the table. He had decided to do the tub nude.

"Uh...no...I couldn't! But don't come any closer. I'm naked!"

Kathy took a step back. "Why are you naked?" Her stomach fluttered. Painfully shy, she was uncomfortable around most men.

"Well, I'm in the hot tub and some people do it naked!"

Kathy was intrigued. She took a tentative step forward. "So you mean people get naked and get in the tub together?"

"Yes, they do!"

Kathy took another step forward. She could just make out Cleo. Kathy walked to the edge of the bubbling hot tub. Clouds of steam rose in the night air. She carefully put her foot on the step. Now, in the glow of the ship's lights and the starlight, she could see Cleotha clearly. "That looks like fun!"

"Well, it is! And it's relaxing!"

"Can I join you?"

"Ahh, you don't have a bathing suit on and I'm naked! Why don't you go get a suit and I will get one also?" 

Her resolve weakening, Kathy turned to go back to her bedroom. Echoes of her mother telling her that men only wanted one thing and then praying next to her while daddy fucked her ass flitted across her mind. Something clicked in her. Maybe it was the alcohol and the liberating atmosphere of the cruise. Maybe it was the conflict raging in her about sex with her father and his religious teachings. Impulsively, Kathy stripped her baby doll top over her head. 

"Wha...What are you doing," Cleo sputtered, "You can't get in!" Cleo started to stand. He realized he was naked and sat back down. He watched boggle eyed as Kathy stepped out of her thong. He could clearly see her pert little breasts. They sat like small round melons on her chest. At the middle of her breasts were two cherry pink pebble like nipples. As his gaze move down, he saw her flat tummy. In addition, just below that...he had to catch his breath...just below that was her pussy. Her blond pubic hair was neatly trim and almost transparent. Her pussy lips were pink and full, almost as though she was aroused. At the very top of her labia, he could just make out her large hood.

Kathy stepped into the tub and slid down into the water. "Wow, this feels great!"

"Um we shouldn't be doing this! Someone might see us!"

"Silly! They are all drunk and sleep! My John is so drunk he couldn't even...; she covered her mouth and tittered, "well you know!"

Cleo drank in the casual sexiness of his neighbor. Like any man, he looked at women he knew sometimes and wondered what it would be like to fuck them. Now his timid neighbor sat across from him buck-naked. His cock was getting hard. Then he realized if he got fully hard, his cock would stick above the water.

"I can guess!" Bill laughed. "Mona fell into the bed and I had to undress her!" 

The heat of the water was intensifying the effect of the alcohol. Kathy felt a little lightheaded. The starlight seemed over bright. The splash of the sea against the sleek hull of the ship seemed louder. Her skin seemed hypersensitive. She could feel every inch of it tingling and alive. There was a surreal quality to the scene. She felt out of body. She felt as though she was watching this other her sitting in a tub with this large Black man.

She shivered as a water jet shot water between her legs, deliciously tickling her pussy. Across from her, for the first time in her 50 years, was a naked man. A naked Black man!

John and Kathy Tomlin's sex life was ordinary. They were virgins when they married. John's family belonged to Kathy's father's church. From the time they were children, the assumption was they would marry. When Kathy turned 18, they did. When it came to sex, they grew up watching the animals have sex. So they did a lot of doggy style. In 32 years of marriage, they rarely saw each other naked and never showered or a bath together.

Her stomach trembled uncontrollably. It frightened her. The one other time she felt like this was the first time she and John had sex. "Did you do anything naughty while Mona was passed out?" 

"No," Bill laughed, "but I still might!"

"At least you could," Kathy said devilishly, "but I can't get John umm ready!" 

Cleo chuckled as he watched Kathy's nipples get hard. They went from small pink pebbles to pink grapes. Kathy giggled and pointed. Puzzled, Cleotha looked down. His cock was hard! The head was poking above the water. 

"Oh Jesus! I am so sorry!" 

"Oh you silly! I've seen a cock before! And it's a compliment that this old body caused all of that!" Kathy leaned forward and licked her lips. "And a damn nice cock too!" Inwardly, a part of her was shocked at her boldness. Daddy and John's cocks looked nothing like Cleo's cock. It was longer and fatter. Her anus twitched.

Cleo was trying to wrap his mind around what was happening when he felt Kathy's toes touch his balls. "Whoa! Now who is being naughty!" he laughed.

"Can I slide over there next to you?"

"Um sure, Kathy, come on!" He had no illusions about what was happening. Kathy wanted to fuck. He knew it would be okay with Mona. He was more concerned about one of his neighbors catching them.

Kathy stood. Cleo watched the water run down her body. Her blond thatch gleamed. She took two steps forward. Her pussy was even with Cleo's face. He could see the droplets of water hanging on each blond hair. Cleo reached out and gripped her slim hips in his hands. He slowly pulled Kathy toward him.

Kathy hissed sibilantly as Cleotha kissed her vulva. She placed both hands on his shoulders. Her eyes closed and her head rocked back. She groaned loudly as his tongue flicked between her pussy lips. Neither Daddy nor John EVER did this! It felt so wicked, so nasty, to be kissed down there.

Cleo ran his tongue up her lips and flicked his tongue against her clit. Kathy's legs parted, given him more access to her intimate parts. He could feel her thighs trembling.

Kathy thrust her hips forward, offering her engorged clit to Cleo. She was shocked at her wantonness. However, his mouth felt so evil, so wicked, and so good on her needy pussy. Her body shivered as he sucked greedily on her large clit.

Slowly she slid down his body. She felt his hand come between them and position his cock at her entrance. His strong hands gripped her hips firmly, pulling her down. She gasped as she felt his mushroom head pushed between her fevered pussy lips. "Wait, Cleo, wait, please wait!"

Cleo groaned in disappointment as Kathy's small hands pressed against his chest. She has changed her mind, he thought. He was tempted to force her down and thrust deep into her hole. However, he stopped. Then he watched as her hand went behind her. He felt it grip his shaft and move it back. "Oh no, Kat, not there!" He watched Kathy's face, her eyes closed, her lips pursed in concentration as she positioned his cock at her anus.

Her eyes opened and she looked deep in to his eyes. "Yes there, Cleo, I want your cock in my ass!"

Cleo's cock was larger than the average. Mona had to be welled lubed and even then, it took a few moments for him to slide in. Cleo was surprised at how easily he entered Kathy's ass. He watched her eyes widen as his tool entered her ass and travelled deeper in her bowels than ever before. Her head dropped to her chest, her eyes closed and spittle dribbled from the corners of her mouth.

Kathy felt Cleotha's balls hit her ass. "Wait, Cleo, wait! Let me get used to it!" She flexed her sphincter muscles. He was in so deep! It felt incredible! Even her father had never been this deep in her ass. She began to slowly rise and fall on his cock. The exquisite fullness of Cleotha's cock in her bowels caused her to groan and spontaneously orgasm. He felt better than daddy did. Kathy wrapped her arms around Cleotha's neck. Her chin dropped to her chest as she slowly, rhythmically moved up and down. Her eyes closed. Fuck, this feels good, she thought.

Cleo reveled in the exquisite tightness, the seemingly bottomless sheath his cock was in. As Kathy tightened and relaxed her sphincter and Kegel muscles, effectively giving him a handjob with her bowels, he thought how lucky John was to have a vixen like Kathy who loved anal sex.

"Fuck me daddy," The salaciousness of having another man's cock in her ass made her flashback to her father. Kathy looked into the ebony visage of her neighbor. A sudden twinge of guilt hit her. This was the husband of her longtime friend. Her friend's cock was buried deep in her ass. It was wrong, so wrong. Then from somewhere deep in her subconscious her daddy's words came to her. The lord made a woman's vagina for procreation. It must never be violated by anyone but the man she marries. Fucking his daughter's ass did not violate the tenet in the bible that said a woman should cleave only onto her husband.

Kathy began to move bounce up and down with an urgency. She could feel Cleo's cock penetrating deep in her bowels. Multiple orgasms wracked her body. She wanted him to come with her, to plant his seed deep in her intestines. This was not sex! This was not procreation! There was nothing wrong with this! This was just damn good ass fucking! She felt him thrust hard short strokes into her anus. He was coming and she was coming with him. She buried her face in his chest to muffle screams as long soul shuddering, life changing orgasm shook her body.

Cleo gripped Kathy's tight little ass with both hands as he pumped his seed into her bowels. Fuck, she felt good! And she was really into anal.



***

The persistent light knocking drug Bill Anderson from the depths of his drunken sleep. What the hell is that he thought? Gradually the room swam into focus. He glanced around and realized he was in bed with his wife Beverly. Jesus, he thought as he sat up in bed, how much did we drink last night?

"Room service, it's room service!

The words gradually soaked in. He recalled they had decided to have breakfast in their cabin. Bill's head throbbed as he rose from the bed and stumbled toward the door. Clad only in his boxers he opened the door. A large Black man stood at the door. He was dressed in a white waiter's uniform trimmed in black braid. As Bill's eyes focused, he realized he was looking at the chest of the waiter. The nametag read Aloysius, Dominica.

"Ah, yes, yes, ahh put the cart on the balcony. We'll eat out there."

The waiter moved into the living area. As he passed the open door to Bill and Bev's bedroom, he stopped suddenly and stared into the room. 

"The balcony, put the cart on the..." Bill looked to where the waiter was staring. Bev lay naked on top of the bed covers. The bottom of the bed pointed at the door. Her legs were spread with one leg bent at the knee. Even through her thick mat of salt and pepper pubic hair, you could see her pink pussy lips. Her large breasts splayed on either side of her chest. Her mouth was open and she was snoring loudly.

Bill stood frozen with one arm raised pointing at the balcony. His first reaction was embarrassment. This stranger was staring at his wife's pussy. Just as embarrassment changed to anger, he glanced down and saw the bulge in the waiter's pants. He froze as his own cock started to thicken.

A strange man was looking at his wife's pussy and they both were getting a hard on.

"Just...just leave it!" Bill stammered. He took the bill from the waiter and stood next to the bedroom door as he signed. He made sure the waiter had an unobstructed view of Bev's pussy. He slowly signed the card surreptiously watching the waiter's bulge. As he handed the signed receipt to the waiter, he realized they both were hard. The waiter had an impossibly large bulge in his uniform pants while the head of Bill's cock poked through the opening in his boxers

"Thank you, Suh," the waiter smiled, his eyes glued on Bev's pussy, "if you need anything just call."

What is happening to me, he thought, Am I becoming some kind of freak? In a daze, he grabbed his robe, donned it and walked out on the balcony. In the distance, he could see a thatch roof building announcing they were in Cozumel. He was concerned about his mental health. It could not be normal to want other men to see your wife naked. On the other hand, he thought morosely, or seeing her have sex with another man, a friend and neighbor.

Last summer he became impatient waiting for Ed to bring the spice rub. Finally, he went into the kitchen to get it himself. Ed was nowhere to be seen. Then he heard noises coming from the bathroom down the hall. He strode briskly down the hall on crepe sole shoes. As he neared the bathroom, he heard moans. Confused he slowed. Instead of bursting into the bathroom, he approached quietly. When he poked his head around the door, he saw his wife, Bev, on her knees sucking Ed Summer's cock.

Outraged welled in his chest. Beverly was on her knees sucking Ed's cock! Then he heard her describe how much she love the smell, the taste and how it felt in her mouth. He felt himself getting hard. Then when she and Ed started mouthing obscenities at each other before and during them fucking on the toilet, he almost came in his shorts! On the toilet, in their home they screamed curses at each other and fucked! He did come when Ed washed her pussy after they fucked. The obscene eroticism was just too much!

Then she looked up and saw him. She actually smiled! After everyone left that night she had made him confessed that, in a perverse way, he enjoyed it. Oh, they had their little games they played. She would slap his cock until he could not stand the pain anymore. In addition, she would make him lick her clean after they had sex. She made him lick her that night but all he could taste was soap. But he came again anyway! Just the idea that another man's cock had been in his wife's pussy and now he was licking her put him over the top. He wondered what she tasted like full of another man's come?



***

Bill looked down at his hard cock making a tent in his silk robe. Then he heard movement behind him and quickly stuffed it back in. Ramona Carter stood in the door of her bedroom, wiping the sleep from her eyes.

"Morning Bill! Is that coffee I smell? Yummy!"

Bill nodded dumbly, wondering if she saw his hard on. He watched as she moved past him and onto the balcony. The sunlight streaming through the suite made her white silk caftan semitransparent. He could see the outline of her full ass moving rhythmically as she strode toward the room service cart.

"Can I fix you a cup, Bill?" When she turned her head, he could see the outline of her breasts. 

"Yes, thank you, Mona! Two sugars and cream!" 

Mona smiled quietly to herself as she poured the coffees. She witnessed the tableau between Bill, the waiter and the sleeping Bev. She had wondered what Bill got out of the relationship. Now she knew. Bill was a voyeur and probably a cuck. Mona made a production of sitting in the chair with her back to the sun. She crossed her leg, being sure to pull her skirt high enough for Bill to get a glimpse up her caftan.

"Morning!" June Summer moved sleepily across the living area to the room service cart on the balcony. She was naked under her plush terry cloth robe. It was out of character for her but she was enjoying the laid back atmosphere of the cruise.

"'morning June," Mona said, "your other half still recuperating?"

"Good Morning," Bill offered, "how do you take your coffee?"

"Black!" June could not help but notice that Mona's white robe was virtually transparent in the brilliant morning sun. She could clearly see the outline of her large breasts dark against the white silk. As she accepted the coffee from Bill, she noted that Bill could not take his eyes off Mona's full athletic legs. I wonder if she shaves her pussy. She mentally shook herself. Lately she was having flashbacks to her long ago college days and her longtime relationship with Karen Adams.

Ed Summer join the group. He was clad in red plaid pajama bottoms and a tee shirt. He padded barefoot and poured himself a cup of coffee. He kissed June on the cheek and sat next to her. 

Cleotha joined in the friendly banter as he sipped his coffee. His hand rested familiarly on Mona's thigh. In turn, her hand stroked his thigh. This intimacy was new. Just a year ago, they were close to divorce. Like many couples, their daughter was the glue that held the marriage together. When she left for college, the marriage began to fall apart.

"Morning all!" john and Kathy Tomlin walked onto the balcony, followed by Bev. 

Kathy sat gingerly in a chair at the opposite end of the table from Cleotha. She and John did anal often in their 32 years of marriage, but it was always at her insistence. Now Cleotha had taken her ass and reminded her of how much she enjoyed it. She realized that she and Cleotha were staring at each other and quickly dropped her eyes.




Chapter 4

Their marriage on the rocks and divorce being openly discussed, Cleotha and Ramona Carter decided to vacation in Las Vegas. They wanted to see if they recover lost intimacy, to rediscover their lost sex life.

They met Carl and Ann Drew on the plane. Despite their vastly different backgrounds, they hit it off. Carl and Ann were 40something ranchers from Montana. They married out of high school, raised five kids and worked the ranch all of their adult lives. This was their first vacation in 25 years of marriage. 

For the first few days, they did the normal tourist things. They saw a couple of shows, including the Cirque du Soleil at the MGM Grand. It was after that show that they went to the margarita bar and drank their fill. Someone, they were never sure who, suggested they go to the Red Rooster. They all tittered at the prospect of going to an adult club. Carl was adamant that he and Ann were not going. Cleo and Mona were reluctant. Nevertheless, they all agreed to go and look.

They were all watching bug eyed as this woman gave this guy a blowjob. However, things really got out of hand when Ann saw a woman being licked. She watched entranced as the woman writhed as the man appeared to be trying to crawl face first into her pussy. 

"Come on, Mama, we had better go!" Though fascinated, Carl was uncomfortable watching sex acts all around them. He grabbed Ann's hand. Reluctantly, she allowed him to pull her away. 

While they waited for a cab, Mona leaned over and nibbled on Cleotha's ear. "He was good, baby, but I'll bet he wasn't as good as you!"

Before he could answer, Ann chimed in: "You have actually done that!" A light sheen of sweat covered her face. She kept shifting from one foot to the other. She nervously watched Carl's back as he tried to stop a cab.

"We used to do it all of the time," Mona said, recalling happier times.

"We have never done anything like that! Sometimes we leave the lights on but that's it!" Ann said.




The Neighbors



On the cab ride to the hotel Ann could barely contain her fascination with oral sex. The cab had three rows of seats. Carl and Ann were in the middle seat. Ann had to turn to face the Black couple. The alcohol and excitement of the swingers club made her a little careless. Her dress rose to her upper thighs, revealing her white panties between her full strong thighs.

"Isn't that nasty? I mean it must taste terrible!"

Carl dozed as Cleotha and Mona explained oral sex.

"Actually it tastes pretty good and it's the most intimate kind of sex!" Mona said with a coy smile.

"Mona and I will lay head to toe and lick and touch for hours!" Cleo mentally added that they had not done that in a while. He watched Ann's eyes widen as he placed his hand on Mona's thigh and pushed her dress up.

Ann unconsciously licked her lips as she watched Cleo push Mona's dress up until her black thong was exposed. Unabashedly she stared as Cleo's hand casually rubbed Mona's sex.

"Well," Mona said throatily enjoying Cleo's attention, "maybe Cleotha can give you a demonstration!"

Cleo smiled as he knelt in the space between the seats. Mona hiked up her dress. She turned, placing one foot on the floor and the other on the cab seat. Cleo kissed his way up her thigh. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the cab driver watching through his rear view mirror. Ann leaned forward, her perspiring face just above where Cleo's head moved sensuously up his wife's thighs, kissing and nibbling lightly.

Mona moaned as her husband kissed her panties. The sheer eroticism of being watched by the cabdriver and the Ann had her pussy dripping. She touched the back of her husband's head and lightly pressed him deeper. It hand been years since he did this and she wanted to relish the moment. Her other hand grabbed Ann's and squeezed.

Ann's pussy was wetter than she had ever been. Mona's hand felt hot and sweaty. Her hips kept thrusting up to meet Cleo's head. Ann felt her heart jump in her chest as Cleo pushed Mona's panties to the side. She gasped as his tongue licked out snakelike and flicked his wife's clit. She could see beads of moisture hanging on Mona's swollen pussy lips.

Cleo's cock was as hard as it had ever been. At 48, he had pretty much decided that semi hard was the best he could do. He frenched Mona's pussy forcing his tongue deep in her molten cauldron. Now he could hammer nails with it. He began running his tongue aggressively up and down her slit, flicking her clit on each up stroke. He felt his wife's other hand press Ann's hand against her thigh.

Mona was lost in lust. Her husband had not licked her in years and now he was bring her close to her orgasm. She pressed Ann's hand on her thigh. She began moving her hand holding Ann's up and down her thigh, slowly moving it to the top of her cleft.

Ann was transfixed. Her fingers were touching another woman's thigh. She could feel Mona's pubic hairs brushing against her hand. Mona moved her hand to her Mons. By this time, Ann was controlling their hands. She extended a finger and stroked Mona's hood. When Mona's hips thrust up, Ann's finger slid past Cleo's head and entered Mona's pussy. She could feel his tongue licking her finger and Mona's pussy.

Cleo leaned back and smiled as he watched Ann finger Mona's pussy. He glanced over and noticed that Ann was completely turned in her seat, her dress up around her thighs exposing her white panties. He turned and quickly thrust his head between her ivory white thighs. He kissed her panties long and hard.

Mona groaned in disappointment as He moved away from her pussy. She grabbed Ann's hand with both of hers and pressed it hard into her smoking hot hole. She moaned as Ann's finger dug deeper when Cleo kissed Ann's pussy. When Ann tried to pull her hand away, Mona quickly grabbed Ann's hand with both of hers. She hungrily licked her lips as she watched her husband push Ann's panties to the side and run his tongue through her labia.

Ann tried to pull away when Cleo kissed her pussy. In her panic, she clamped her thighs tight around his head. She struggled, trying to pull her hands from Mona's grasp. She felt her thighs being pushed apart. His tongue licked and lapped at her dripping wet love hole. An electric shock shot through Ann's body. Her struggling grew less. Her head dropped to her sleeping husband's shoulder. She pulled her hands free.

"Oh god," Ann moaned as her hands gripped Cleo's head, "Oh my god!"

Cleo sucked hungrily on Ann's clit. He watched as Mona undid her blouse. Then she pulled her bra over her massive tits. As Mona sucked on Ann's grape size nipple, Cleo added a finger to Ann's sopping wet pussy. She bucked against his fingers desperately trying to push his head deeper between her thighs.

"MGM Grand!" The driver leered, looking over his seat at the tableau behind him.

Cleotha rocked back on his knees, wiping Ann's juices from his face with the back of his hand. He watched Ann jump as Mona kissed her gently on the lips. Ann turned bright red under the neon lights as she came down from her arousal and realized what she was doing. She nervously pulled her bra down to cover her breasts, buttoned her blouse and arranged her skirt. She shook Carl violently until he groggily came to.

"What...!?" He was still drunk. He slid from the seat to the driveway and almost fell. Ann grabbed him as she hurriedly exited the cab. Without looking back, she dragged him across the lobby and into the elevator.

Cleo and Mona stared at each other in amazement. This was the first time they had done anything like this. They were scared at the bridge they crossed but aroused by the vistas this opened. Cleo paid the cab driver and they walked hand in hand across the lobby, their hips colliding gently.

In the elevator, Cleotha pressed Mona against the wall and kissed her deeply. Their tongues dueled as the elevator climbed toward their floor. Cleo's hands slid down and squeezed Mona's ample ass. He slowly raised her skirt until it was around her waist, exposing her black thong and matching thigh high seamed hose. 

"Baby, the security cameras!" Mona whispered as her husband sank to his knees.

"I don't care! Let them see me loving my woman!" He lavished kisses on her fragrant pantied pussy, causing her to thrust her crotch out allowing him access. A devilish thought crossed his mind as he pushed her panties aside and ran his tongue along the molten crevice of her labia. He reached behind her and undid the clasp on her skirt. Then he unzipped it and shimmed it over her full hips.

"Oh baby, no, no, they'll see us!"

"Let them! You are the most beautiful woman in the world. Let them all see me loving my woman!"

As the elevator door opened, Mona was clad only in her flowered blouse, black thong, black stockings and her open toed mules. Her toenails were painted a fire engine red to match her fingernails. Despite the intensity of her arousal, she glanced nervously up and down the hall.

Cleotha draped her skirt over his arm, took her hand and led her down the long corridor to their room. Nervously, Mona followed her husband trying to hide against the wall as she stared at the domes of the security cameras. At first, she was apprehensive about the cameras. Nevertheless, when Cleo pushed her against the wall, slid to his knees and slid her panties off, the thought of all those strangers watching her man make love to her thrilled her.

As Cleo licked her vulva, she stared into the camera and blew them a kiss. She pulled a perplexed husband to his feet. She knelt in front of him and unzipped his pants. She reached in and pulled his tumescent tool out. She smiled at the camera and then licked Cleo's tool from head to root and back again. Then she took him in her mouth. Her head bobbed as her husband looked down and smiled at his incredible wife.

"Unless you are going to get on your knees and we fuck right here in the hall, you had better stop!"

"Baby, we can fuck on the busiest corner in this town and give them a half hour to get crowd. I don't care! All I care about is you, me and that amazing cock!"

He pulled her to her feet and they walked the last few feet to their room.

***

Later, in their room, Cleo lay between Mona's large thighs. He was teasing her by just letting the moist tip of his tongue flick lightly at her engorged clit. Each time she tried to thrust her naked body up to increase the pressure he pulled back.

"Stopping teasing me!" Mona squirmed, at once hating and loving the sensual teasing. Her body was on fire with desire. The nightclub, the cab ride with Ann watching Cleo lick her had Mona's skin sensitive to every touch.

The soft tapping on the door caused them both to groan. "Ignore it," Cleo whispered as his tongue traced the outline of Mona's hood.

"Ramona, Cleotha, are you there?" The soft Western drawl of Ann's voice carried through the door.

Mona reached down and pushed Cleo's head from between her legs. As she slid back on the bed, he tried to grab her, to stop her from answering the door. Playfully, she used the palm of her hand to push him in his face. She strode nude the few steps to the door. She reached for the knob and pulled the door open.

Ann was not sure what to expect. After she got Carl in bed, she had sat fully clothed on the side of the bed thinking about what had happened in the cab .Conflict raged in her. She brought her finger to her nose. She could still smell Ramona's pussy. She licked it tentatively, wrinkling her nose at the salty sweetness. Her panties, still moist from her juices and Cleotha's licking grew wetter. The wetness was becoming uncomfortable. She was actually dripping, her juices running down her thighs. She stood, raised her skirt to her waist, hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her sodden drawers and pulled them down over her full ass. She felt the wetness against her thighs as she slipped them down around her ankles.

Instead of placing them back in her suitcase, she uncharacteristically kicked them across the room. She stood for a moment, her skirt around her waist. She turned and looked affectionately at her poor drunken husband. She let her skirt drop and patted it back in place. Ann walked to the door, opened and walked down the hall to Cleotha and Ramona's room. She was not sure what she was going to do or say. She was not even sure why she was going. She stood for a moment in front of their suite door. Several times, she raised her hand to knock. She glanced nervously up and down the hall. Then she tapped softly on the door. No answer.

She sighed. Maybe they were still out. Maybe they were in bed sleep. She rapped harder. 

"Oh I am sorry...I...I didn't...!

Mona saw the indecision in Ann's eyes. She reached out, took her hand and pulled her into the suite, closing the door behind her. "No apology necessary!"

Ann's eye roamed from Mona's voluptuous nakedness to Cleo laying on his side naked in the bed. His large black cock lay like ebony pole on the bed. "Well, well, welcome Ann!" he said

Ann's heart was in her throat, her mouth as dry as the high plains of her Montana home as Mona wrapped her arm around her waist and ushered her deeper in the room. Ann was limp, pliable, and unsure of why she was there.

Mona led her to the bed and gently pushed her on to the bed. She looked at her husband said quietly, "You have unfinished business here!"

Cleo smiled and rolled to his knees in front of Ann. He raised the front of her dress and pushed her legs apart. The heat he felt as he went between Ann's legs was incredible. Her aroma was thick in the air and overpowering. Her thighs gleamed wetly with her flowing juices. He felt the tremor in her thighs as he alternately licked one then the other, lapping her juices. Picking up where he left off with Mona, he teasingly let his tongue caress Ann's large distended clit. He felt her tremor and her hands came to rest on his head.

Mona watched as her husband teased Ann. Her eyes moved from the erotic sight of her husband's head between another woman's legs to Ann's sweating face. She reached over and began unbuttoning Ann's blouse. She pulled the blouse from Ann's shoulders, revealing her white serviceable bra. The bra struggled to contain Ann's massive breast. Mona reached behind and undid the clasp. As she pulled the bra over Ann's arms, she could feel her shivering. Mona glanced down and could just make out Cleo's tongue and mouth teasing Ann's pussy. She leaned over, took Ann's breast in her mouth and licked her nipple.

Ann struggled to understand what was happening to her. A Black man was between her thighs doing unimaginable things to her while his wife sucked her nipple. Unbidden, a nonsense phrase popped into her mind: You are not in Montana anymore, Ann! Gradually Ann lay back on the bed. Shivers ran through her body as the combined ministrations of Mona and Cleotha sent waves of pleasure through her body. She watched as Mona switched from one nipple to the other. Then Cleo took her clit in his mouth and she involuntarily bucked against his head. It felt so dirty, so nasty to have someone kissing between her legs. Her hand went to the back of his head and she languidly rubbed it.

She watched as Mona kissed first between her cleavage, then her belly and navel as she worked her way down...! Oh god no! She was not going to do what her husband was doing! Ann's stomach knotted in fear.

Feeling Ann tighten up, Mona stopped her journey to replace her husband between Ann's thighs. She recognized that Ann was overwhelmed by sensations she had never felt. Mona recalled her one previous experience with a woman. It was amazing but scared the hell out of her at first.

Kissing her mommy pooch, Mona cooed, "Relax Ann! Just relax and go with it!" Mona kissed Ann just above Ann's Mons; her head bumped her husband's head. She turned, raised her head and watched his tongue teasing Ann's clit. Cleo looked up and they blew each other a kiss. Then Mona slid down, pushing her husband's head aside and replace him between Ann's thighs. She covered Ann's labia with her mouth and began French kissing Ann's pussy.

"Oh fuck," Ann screamed! She bolted upright. Her body trembling as though she had a seizure. Her hands flew to Mona's head. She thought she was going to push her away but found herself pushing Mona's head harder against her needy pussy.

Mona raised her head. "Just relax, Sweety, just relax!"

Ann fell back on the bed. Her stomach was heaving, her hips thrusting. Foreign sensations were running through her body. Her head lolled to one side. She realized Cleotha was laying head to toe next to her. He was slowly stroking his massive cock as he watched his wife down there between her legs. Then he let his cock go. He began to stroke gently his wife's beautiful mocha chocolate behind. Ann reached out and touched his cock with the tips of her fingers.

Cleo raised up, looked back and smiled at her. He scooted back, placing his cock next to her head. Then he rested his head on one hand and watched his wife ravage Ann's pussy. Ann reached over and rubbed the palm of her white hand over his black cock. The color contrast was stark, startling. She knew the whitish liquid leaking from his tool was pre cum. Her Carl did that too. Sometimes, on special occasions, she would suck Carl's cock. She knew what it taste like.

His sticky juices coated her hand. She brought it to her mouth and licked it. It tasted different from Carl's. She moved her head over and tentatively licked the juices oozing from his slit. Ann moaned as Mona's tongue slid up and down her slit. She moved her head over and took Cleo's cock in her mouth. As one of her calves sucking its mother's teat, her jaws went concave as she sucked on his big black cock.

Mona stopped licking Ann. She raised her head and hungrily kissed her husband. They both looked down at Ann, lost in lust and sucking a strange man's cock. They knew what their life would be like from this point on. They loved each other, but they would spice up their sex life by bringing others into their bed.

Ann groaned in disappointment as Cleo pulled his cock from her mouth. She watched as Mona lay back on the bed. "Get on top, Ann. We have something special for you!"

Ann rolled on top of Mona. She knew what she was supposed to do. She placed a hand on the inside of Mona's thighs and pushed them apart. The aroma that wafted from between Mona's legs made her head spin with lust. She placed her mouth over Mona's vulva and forced her tongue between her vaginal lips. Mona's moans told her she was doing it right. Then, unexpectedly, she felt pressure on her pussy. Then her pussy began to stretch as Cleo's cock slid smoothly into her dripping wet hole.

She felt a pain and a fullness she had never felt. Her head rocked back from Mona's pussy. 

"AW Fuck, fuck, fuck, she moaned as Cleo's considerable length filled her." Involuntarily her vagina clamped down, trying to stop this invasion.

"Easy, Ann, easy! Just relax! I'll go slow!" Then she felt Mona's tongue flick lightly at her clit from under her. Her hips thrust back and she felt Cleo bottom out against her cervix. She began to thrust back and forth, reveling in the unaccustomed fullness.

"Just give it to me, please, just give it to me!" Her large hips began thrusting back harder and harder. She screamed as she came. Cleo stopped and began running the tips of his fingers up and down her back.

As Ann's pussy leaked her juices, Mona ran her tongue from Cleo's cock to Ann's pussy and back again. As her husband began to thrust hard into Ann, she knew he was coming. She heard his breath became raspy, his stokes harder and shorter than the large vein under his cock began to throb. He was coming! She had felt this vein throb in her mouth before. She heard Ann scream again as Cleo's orgasm forced hers. Just as Cleo began to slow, she pulled his cock from Ann's dripping pulsating pussy and took it in her mouth, catching the last precious drops.

Cleo rolled off Ann onto his back, exhausted. Sweat poured from his body. His cock lay wetly, limp on his thigh. He watched his wife place her mouth over Ann's vagina and suck lightly, drawing his seed from Ann's pussy. Then she turned to face Ann. She took Ann's face in her hands, kissed her and shared Cleo's cum mixed with Ann's juices

The two women kissed and caressed each other's bodies while Cleo lay watching. He watched as they turned head to toe and languidly licked and touched each other. Mona found that Ann liked a light spanking of her clit. Ann, with Cleo's instruction, learned to tease Mona's clit with light wet licks of the tip of her tongue.

They licked and kissed each other's intimate parts for most of the night. Occasionally, they lay in each other's arms and kissed, their tongues playing in the recesses of their mouths. They smiled when they heard the soft burr of Cleo's snores. Ann took his limp tool in her mouth and kissed it. Then she offered to Mona who tongued the slit. The women fell asleep in each other's arms.

Ann woke as grey dawn intruded into their love nest. She could have stayed with them all day, but she knew Carl would be waking soon. She leaned over and kissed Mona, running her tongue around her lips.

"You going, Ann?" Mona said sleepily

Ann slowly pulled on her clothes. "Yes, I must! Carl...!"

"We understand!" Cleo lay next to Mona snoring loudly. Ann stepped around the bed, kissed, and licked his cock. As she started for the door, Mona stood and accompanied her. At the door, they engaged in a long soulful kiss. Then Ann left.






Chapter 5

There's no way I'm getting on that tiny boat!" June stood on the balcony with her husband and the rest of the group. Below them, the tenders were lining up to take passengers ashore in Belize.

"Come on," Ed pleaded, "it's perfectly safe!" Ed realized that he was fighting a losing battle. June had been reluctant to go on the cruise initially because she could not swim and her fear of drowning. It took the combined efforts of the entire group to convince her that cruise ships were safe. However, she was drawing the line at the tenders. She watched with apprehension as the tenders bobbed like corks in the water.




The Neighbors



Although less outspoken about it, Ramona had her own reservations. She was prepared to go if everyone else did. However, June's refusal gave her an out.

"Look, you guys go ahead. I'll stay on board with June!"

For the next few minutes, the party tried to convince the two women that the tenders were safe. They failed. June and Ramona stood on the balcony of their suite and watched the tenders ferry the guests to Belize. 

"Well," June said, "What shall we do with our free time?"

Mona glanced down at her diaphanous beige peignoir. She intentionally bought semi see through lingerie for the cruise. Since she and Cleo had entered the life style, she dressed more provocatively. They had no illusions about their staid friends, nothing was happening there. However, people tended to be more adventuresome on cruises. Who knew what might happen.

"I think I'll have a mimosa and chill on the balcony for a while!"

"That sounds like a damn fine idea!" June tugged at the belt to her dressing gown. "It's getting damned hot. Would you mind if I took off this robe?"

Mona laughed, waving her hand dismissively, "Girl, I sure don't mind. As long as I can relax also."

June noted Mona's even white teeth, the fullness of her lips and how her entire body moved when she laughed. My god, she thought, this is a beautiful woman! As they shrugged off their robes, she noted how Mona's breast hung like full ripe melons within the knee length gown. Her eyes trailed down over her full hips and well-shaped legs.

Ramona watched as June slipped off her plain white silk robe. It revealed a matching gown that stopped below mid-thigh. The faint blue lines of incipient varicose veins lined her large thighs. The gown swelled noticeably at her large hips but hung loosely from her shoulders and over her small breasts. All ass and no tits, Mona laughed to herself.

June watched the soft roll of Mona's butt as she walked to the bar to prepare their drinks. She is a more voluptuous woman than Karen was, June thought. She felt a small thrill as she recalled her lesbian relationship in college. It took her years to admit to herself that it was just that. A lesbian relationship. For three enchanted years, they reveled in each other's bodies. The snickers that followed them around campus meant nothing. Then, shortly after graduation, as they planned their lives together, Karen died in a tragic automobile accident.

For more than a year, she had mourned her lover. She was inconsolable. The necessities of life forced her back into the living. She met Ed Summers at the supermarket. After several of what she thought were chance meetings, she had agreed to coffee. Ed had helped bring her back to the world. She had not touched another woman in 30 years of marriage.

That was not quite true, June thought, as Mona prepared the mimosas. She flashed back to the barbeque this past summer. 

***

"Where the hell is Ed with that spice rub," Bill said, "I need to get this meat ready for the grill?"

June, Ramona and Cleotha lay side by side on their loungers. The frozen margaritas were Cleo's concoction. He used the classic 2:1:1 ration but he substituted Grand Marnier for the Triple Sec. The resultant cocktail still had the smooth orangey taste but packed more of a kick. Everyone could attest to that!

"He probably had to take a leak," June said with some difficulty, "besides; John and Kathy aren't here yet!" She watched with amusement as an exasperated Bill hurried into his kitchen looking for Ed and the precious spice rub.

"He is just a worry wart," Mona managed to say. As she went to sit up, she stuck one hand out for balance on June's lounger. Inadvertently, her hand landed on June's upper thigh. As she tried to lever herself up, she applied pressure to June's thigh and the sides of her vagina.

A thrill shot through June as the pressure caused Mona's finger to press against the lips of her pussy. When she looked up, all she could see was Mona's smiling face. Mona squeezed one more time then made her way to the outdoor bar for a refill.

***

June replayed that touch many times over the intervening months. She knew it as intentional. But was it fueled by alcohol? 

"So what do you think of the cruise so far?" 

"It's great," Mona said, "Cleo and I have been looking for something to do that let us let our hair down!"

"Mhmm, same here! Sometimes the sameness of your daily lives takes the excitement out of your marriage!"

Mona nodded. She watched June laying on her back with her legs slightly parted. That caused her gown to drop between her thighs emphasizing her pubic mound. "We went to Vegas a while back and got a little crazy. It changed our lives!"

June raised up on one elbow and turned toward Mona. She shielded her eyes against the morning sun. Mona was backlit, causing her peignoir to be almost transparent. She fancied that she could see the dark circle of Mona's aureole. "Really! What did you guys do?"

Mona laughed, "You know what they say. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas!" As June raised on one elbow shielding her eyes, Mona noted how the gown clung to June's large full hips. She recalled her grandmother called low slung hips like June's "breeding hips"

"My, my, now that sounds intriguing. Give me a hint! Ed and I need some excitement in our relationship!" Mona's full sensuous lips fascinated June. She always liked Mona's lips. They seemed made for kissing.

"Let's just say we expanded our views of what good sex is!" Mona laughed and turned to face June. "And I ain't saying more than that! Otherwise you would think we are terrible people!"

"Here, give me that empty glass! Maybe if I ply you with alcohol you'll open up!" Chuckling to herself about her double entendre, June swung her legs on to the deck, stood and stumbled as she reached for Mona's glass. Her hand brushed against Mona's breasts. "Oops! Sorry Hon!" June took Mona's glass and made the few steps to the bar. Lord, her breasts are firm she thought.

Mona watched June speculatively as she went to the bar to fix more mimosas. Did she just feel me up, she thought. Mona let her hand stray to her breasts. She lightly touched her nipples. They were hard as rocks.

Mona stood and started for the living area. "June while you are fixing the drinks, I'm going to change into my swim suit. This gown is getting hot!"

"I have an idea if you want to get a little wicked!"

"Oh! Well, I'm probably up for it if it doesn't involve corporal punishment or doing bodily harm," Mona said devilishly!

June was shocked at the idea she just had. And she was not drunk! Oh well! In for a penny, in for a pound. "Hang the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door and turn on the privacy lock. Let's sunbathe naked!"

"Really June? You don't want to see this old wrinkled body!"

"Bullshit! I've seen you in a bikini. You don't have anything to be ashamed of!"

"At 47 I have no illusions about my body. But ok!" Mona grabs her peignoir by the hem and pulls it over her head. "Well! What do you think? Put it back on?"

June froze as she watched Mona's playful models pose. Mona turned slightly sideways, one leg in front of the other. The gown puddled on the floor from one hand while the other was on her full hips, her head was slightly upturned. The sun seemed to caress her dark mocha chocolate skin. June stood wide mouth beholding her neighbor totally nude for the first time. Her nipples were hard and round like purple grapes. June felt her pussy getting wet and her nipples hard.

"Mona, girl, you got the body of 25 year old! I'll bet Cleo can't keep his hands of you!"

Mona laughed and pointed at June. "Come on! Your turn! Show me the goodies!"

June blushed furiously. This was probably a bad idea. She was enjoying seeing Mona naked and that was bringing back long suppressed memories. Still! "Ok, ok, I don't know why I suggested this. I'm going to look like pale pear!" June pulled her gown over her head and tossed it on the barstool. She held her arms out to the side, bent at the elbow and palms up. "Well?"

"Yummy! Now pirouette so I can see all of that black girl ass you got!" Mona unconsciously licked her lips. June was deliciously wide hipped. An image of kissing that magnificent ass flashed through her head. Careful, girl, this is a neighbor

"First you put the sign out and put the privacy lock on! I'd be mortified if someone saw this beat up old body!"

Mona ran lightly through the suite to the door. She retrieved the sign from the door. Opening the door slowly, she first stuck her head through the partially open door. She glanced up and down the corridor and saw no one. She glanced back and saw June watching her with an odd look on her face. Slowly Mona straightened, looked at June and smiled broadly. Then she stepped totally nude into the hallway.

June gasped as Mona disappeared into the hall. Quickly she covered the space from the bar to the door. There stood her friend, naked as a jaybird smiling broadly. Mona bent at the waist, reached out and placed the sign on the door handle. Then she casually walked back into the suite brushing past June. As Mona moved past her, June picked up the faint aroma of Mona's arousal. She also noticed that she had broken out in a light sweat.

"Oh my god that was such a rush," Mona tittered.

June touched Mona lightly on the shoulder. "Have you lost your mind? What if someone saw you?" She could feel Mona's skin shivering.

Mona rested her hand on June's shoulder. It was still warm from the sun. "Girl it was a crazy impulse! I don't know why I did it!"

"Mona that was so daring! I could never do anything like that! What if our cabin boy was out there?"

Mona laughed, "Now that would have been interesting!" The hand on June's shoulder dropped to her waist as she ushered her toward the bar after closing the door. The two friends walked back to the bar. Mona kept her hand familiarly around June's waist. For her part, June also let her arm encircle her neighbor's waist. Giggling like schoolgirls, they retrieved their flutes of mimosa from the bar. They dropped their arms and June preceded Mona as they walked toward the balcony.

Mona followed June, watching her large soft behind sway and jiggle. On an impulse, she pulled her free hand back and slapped her smartly on her ass. June squealed and jumped, sloshing mimosa over the edge of the glass and on her hands and breasts.

"Ramona Carter! You stop that!" June set the glass on the coffee table in the living area. She placed both hands on her ass and rubbed it vigorously.

Mona moved passed June with one hand raised and the other clutching her flute of mimosa. "I'm sorry! I seemed to be full of kinky impulses today!" As the last word left her mouth, June retaliated with a whack to Mona's ass.

Mona started, spilling fully half of her glass on her breasts and thighs. "Alright," she giggled breathlessly, "now we are even but we spilled most of our drinks."

"No problem!" I made a pitcher. Come on I'll get us some napkins to clean up and refill our glasses."

***

Privately, Mona was stunned by her own behavior. Hell, she thought, I only had one mimosa and I'm giddy as a schoolgirl. Maybe it's the relaxed cruise atmosphere or the fact she was naked. For some reason she felt a heightened awareness of her body. She could feel the orange juice sliding slowly down her body. There was a slight sting as it moved across her nipple. As she took the proffered napkins from June, she thought about going to take a shower but decided to wait. She noticed June watching her with an odd smile as she dabbed at her breasts with the damp towel. On another impulse, she took her breast on her hand, leaned her head down and licked the spill from her tit.

"Now THAT is something I'll never be able to do," June said, cupping her much smaller breast in her hand, "I'd need a neck like a giraffe!"

Caught up in the other worldly reality of the sea, the ship and being naked in the open air, Mona said, "look anytime you want to lick a nipple, you can lick one of these big suckers!" 

June's eyes widened at her neighbor's suggestion. She knew it was done in jest but it only added to the other worldly feel of the day. She let her eyes roam from Mona's long black hair in cornrows to her dark brown almond shaped eyes. She noted the fullness of her lips and the long aquiline neck. Then those breasts, those breasts that hung like huge brown melons with their ebony nipples. 

She fantasized about how it would feel to kiss each of those rigid buttons, how it would feel to have her face buried between those large full thighs.

"Earth to June!" Mona laughed. "Where you at girl?"

"I...I'm...uh sorry! I was just wondering what Ed was doing?"

"Girl, don't be worried about your man! He got my man, yours, Bill and two women for chaperones. He in good hands."

The women took their flutes and moved back out to the balcony. 

"Okay! Give," June ordered, "I want all of the salacious details of your Vegas rebirth!"

"Uh, I don't know!"

"Come on, Mona, you wouldn't have mentioned it if you didn't want to talk about it."

"Well, okay, but you swear you won't tell!"

"I swear, I swear! Give, damn it!"

Mona related their meeting Ann and Carl. About how they had visited the adult club. She when on to tell about Cleotha licking her in the cab while Ann and the driver watched. She finished by going into detail about the 3some with Ann and how Cleo had watched them make love.

As Mona related her story, she noticed June's eyes close and she began to squirm on her lounger. Her nipples grew from little pebbles sitting on the cone of June's breast to rigid peaks. Mona leaned over from her lounger and blew lightly on June's sensitive nipples.

"OH," June exclaimed as her eyes popped open. Her eyes widened as Mona transferred her attention to her other nipple blowing hotly on it. June felt the warmth of Mona's breath suffuse her breasts.

Mona leaned back and smiled at June. "Sorry, I couldn't resist! They looked so inviting!"

June smiled at her friend. She leaned over and let her finger trace the outline of Mona's nipple. She took it between her thumb and forefinger and rolled it back and forth. "Turnabout is fair play"' she breathed.

Mona sucked in a sibilant breath. She looked at June through hooded eyes. Slowly she leaned over and let her lips lightly touch June's. June's lips were soft, plaint, tasting faintly of orange juice from the mimosas

June let her tongue flick out and trace the outline of Mona's lips. Then she probed gently, slipping her tongue into Mona's mouth. They let the tips of their tongues softly touch and caress. June's hand slid from Mona's nipple to the curve of her breast. Her fingertips brushed softly around the curve of Mona's large breasts. Her hand slipped under Mona's breasts and slowly lifted it. 

"Yours are much bigger than mine," June said with a smile.

"Well you know what they say"' Mona replied breathily.

"Mmmm, yes I do!" June leaned forward, cupping Mona's breast and kissed her hard nipple.

"OOOOO," that feels good!" As she spoke, Mona reached out and let her hand lay lightly on June's waist. Her skin felt smooth and warm. Using just her fingertips, she moved down from June's waist, across the curve of her ample ass until she held one warm cheek in her hand. She squeezed lightly.

Mona elicited a groan from June when she placed her free hand on June's belly and pushed her on her back. Mona swung her legs off the lounger, stood briefly and knelt between the loungers. As her hands traced the outline of June's breasts, Mona kissed June's chin. Then she moved down and kissed the hollow just under June's neck. 

"What are we doing," June moaned, "what are we doing?"

Mona raised up, placed one finger on June's mouth. "SHHHHH!" she whispered. Mona ran her tongue over June's mommy pooch. She teased her navel with the tip of her tongue

"How does that feel, Mona breathed?"

"Mmmm, I'm going to give you about an hour to stop that,' June giggled"

"Only an hour?" Mona's voice was muffled as she kissed June's Mons. June opened her legs as Mona shifted to her knees between June's legs. She used her fingers to trace the outline of her vulva then let the tip of her finger slide up the outside of June's vagina.

"Mmm, your pussy looks like the petals of a rose. Your lips flare out." She sniffed delicately, inhaling June's aroma. She raised up and looked over the pooch of her belly at June. "But you definitely don't smell like a rose!"

June playfully slapped her neighbor's hand. "You'd smell randy too if I were between your legs!"

"Move over!" Mona stood over her friend and lightly pushed at her shoulder.

June raised up and wrapped her arms around Mona's bubble butt. She pulled her to her and kissed the valley of her sex. Mona's leg parted to let June's tongue enter her sex. June let her tongue slide up and down Mona's swollen glistening pussy lips. She forced her tongue between her lips and licked up and down, flicking lightly at her clit on the up stroke.

"Fuck that feels good!"

"You taste amazing, Baby!" Mona groaned loudly as June leaned back. "I love the way your dark skin turns pink inside. It's like opening a present and finding a gift inside!" June patted Mona's swollen clit causing Mona's knees to buckle.

"Move over, Mona said again." June slid over and Mona lay down next to her head to toe. Both women turned slightly on their side and raised one knee. The sounds of moans, groans and wet slurping filled the air as they feasted on each other's sex. Mona came first, oozing a fragrant thick cream that coated her pussy. Even as June hungrily licked it up, her orgasm overtook her as she squirted a milky white creamy liquid into Mona's open mouth. They collapsed their heads between each other's thighs.

June recovered first. She raised on an elbow and smiled down at her exhausted neighbor. "Shower first or drink first?"

Mona raised her head. "Let's shower first. Then go up on deck and get a sandwich!"

"Oh, so you are still hungry, June said with a devilish smile"

"Hussy!" Mona laughed smacking her friend's butt.

***

Later their friends returned to the ship. They found June and Mona laying on recliners by the pool reading and sipping rum punch.

Ed leaned over and kissed his wife on the forehead. She was wearing the one piece flowered swimsuit he liked so much. The sides had diamond cutouts filled by a mesh. It showed off enough skin to be sexy but covered enough not to be obvious. He marveled at Mona's voluptuous look in her red bikini with the fullback bottoms.

He watched as Cleo kissed his wife on the lips

"Well, Ed said, what did you guys do today?"

June lovingly stroked her husband's thigh as he stood over her. "Nothing special, Dear, We laid around and drank some mimosas, ate and did a little shopping. Girl stuff!"



Neither man notice the women's enigmatic smile



Chapter 6

John Tomlin worked his way through the bustling corridors. Thirty minutes ago, they returned from spending an enjoyable day in Belize. He particularly enjoyed the tour of the Mayan ruins. One of his casual hobbies was ancient civilizations. Not that he wanted to be or would ever consider being an archaeologist. It was more a fascination with how other people lived. He felt a little lightheaded from the rum punch they imbibed while touring the ruins, the shops and the gorgeous beaches.

Other thing he was enjoying about the cruise was that Kathy was not bugging him about anal sex. He frowned as he thought about how disgusting he found that. Early on in their 32 year marriage, it almost caused them to breakup. She wanted it almost every time they had sex. They finally settled into a pattern of once or twice a month. How a woman who was a virgin when they met could have such a filthy kinky obsession was beyond him. It definitely was not her upbringing. Her father was a Fundamentalist minister. Her whole family was bible thumbing religious nuts.




The Neighbors



He left the others on deck while he retrieved Kathy's sunscreen. He shook his head as he thought about how scatterbrained his wife could be sometime. Her fair skin burned easily. It was important that she always use a sun block. Somehow, she lost the cream they took with them. Dutiful husband that he was he volunteered to get some from the room. The rest of the gang was chilling by the pool. Bev had dragged poor Bill off to do some shopping and exploring of the ship. He shook his head ruefully. Now there was a pair! Uptight, straitlaced Bill and boozy flirtatious Bev.

He inserted his keycard in the slot and idly watched the lights flash and turn green. As he opened the door, he heard noises coming from Bev and Bill's bedroom. He opened his mouth to call out. Then he realized the sounds were of someone having sex. He grinned and quietly closed the door to the suite. It sounded like old Bill was in the saddle and giving Bev a good pounding. He was going to tip toe by their open bedroom door when the combination of rum punch, curiosity and voyeurism caused him to lean against the wall and ease up to the open door.

He wondered what they looked like having sex. He could hear Bev moaning and begging him to fuck her harder. He grinned. All old Bill was doing was huffing and puffing. He leaned against the wall adjacent to their bedroom door and sidled forward. He had to stifle a laugh. This was going to be fun. Slowly, stealthily he eased his head forward and peaked into the room

The first thing he saw was a huge sweaty black ass and back. Around it was some fat white thighs. The ass attached to the thighs was off the bed as it thrust up to meet the downward thrust of an enormous black cock. In the chair opposite the bed Bill Anderson sat, his Bermuda's around his ankles and his cock in his hand. John snapped his head back. What the fuck!? Some Black man was fucking Bev! Sweating heavily now, he led the wall support him. His knees were turning to water.

"Knock the bottom out of my pussy, you big Black motherfucker!"

The alcohol befuddled John's reasoning. He knew some Black man was fucking Bev and Bill was watching, but he could not figure out...! 

"Do you like watching me get fucked, Lover?"

"Yes, dear," Bill whimpered, "how does it feel?"

The black man raised up on his hands and knees, lifting Bev off the bed. He grunted repeatedly as he drove his cock hard into Bev. Her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist formed a swing. She swung back and forth to meet his powerful thrusts

"Fucking incredible! Better than your little dick! Better than Ed's"

Ed! Ed! John thought, Ed Summers?

He leaned in and looked again. The look on Bill's face was a mixture of lust and humiliation. His hands hid his cock as he stroked furiously. John's eyes drifted back to the bed. From his vantage point, he could make out the massive cock driving hard into Bev. Incongruously a thick white froth covered its ebony darkness. John pulled his head back. Sweat poured off his face. His tee shirt was soaked in seat. He glanced down and saw his dick was hard. He fought to control his breathing, fearing hyperventilation.

The initial shock wore off. Even through the alcohol fog, he began to realize what was happening. Now was what should he do? He could slip back out of the room and pretend he never saw it. He could go to a shop and buy sunscreen for Kathy.

John tiptoed across the door. He walked stealthily to his room. He collapsed on the bed, sweating streaming from his body. He and Kathy's life was sheltered. Shortly after they married, he accepted a position working at a factory far from their farm community. They had their children and raised them in the relative isolation of their small bedroom suburb. Like most guys, he heard about men who like to watch their wife get fucked. They called them cuckolds. He half believed that was an urban legend, like women squirting or orgies.

However, he just saw his friend watching his wife fucking that big black waiter. In addition, they were both enjoying it! And the way Bev was talking to Bill! So demeaning and he seemed to love it. John was unconsciously rubbing his cock as he thought about the scene he just witnessed. His mouth was dry. He continued to sweat. Unbidden, an image of Kathy fucking that waiter swam from the depths of his mind. As the image resolved in his mind, the Black man took on the appearance of Cleotha.

He slid his floral swim shorts down around his ankles and slowly began stroking his cock. He stopped, disgusted with himself. A phrase for his upbringing crept back in his mind. A woman must cleave only onto her husband. Kathy's father had pounded that verse into the minds of all of his parishioners.

He forced his cock down and pulled his shorts up. He walked to the drawer opened it and retrieved the sunblock. He exited his room and walked toward the entryway. He slowed, listening, as he neared Bill and Bev's room. He could hear moans and sighs. Dear god, were they still going at it? He tiptoed to the wall adjacent to Bill's bedroom door. His cock was so hard it hurt. He touched it, tempted to pull it out and...A man must not spill his seed upon the ground. Kathy's father had said that too when he railed against the evils of masturbation and the mental illness it caused.

John sidled along the wall. He lay against that wall, torn by indecision. He wanted to peek. He wanted to watch that massive cock pound Bev. He wanted to watch that huge dick in...! STOP! I am losing my mind. Why would Kathy's face replace Bev's? Why would he be fantasizing about a big cock in his wife's pussy? No, not her pussy! In her ass! Fucking her in her nasty ass, as she wanted him to do.

Cautiously, he leaned his head into the door opening. Bev was on her back. Her legs bent at the knees and between her thighs, Bill was...! Jesus Christ no! He was licking her pussy! But the waiter had just fucked Bev. He saw that. So what was Bill doing?

"Clean me up good, baby! Get all of his seed out!"

John heard Bill mumbled indistinctly. John stumbled past the open door and ran from the suite. He drew stares as he bumped into people in the passageway. He slowed as he reached the door leading to the deck where the pool was. He took deep breaths to calm himself. He must tell his wife. She would be shocked to hear what he had just seen. No, he would have to keep this to himself. His opinion of Bill and Bev changed forever but he would not expose their debauchery to the others.

He forced a smile on his face as he walked toward his friends laying by the pool. Farthest from him, laying on loungers were June then Ed. Ed, who fucked Bev and Bill, knew it. Next to Ed was Mona, chattering away with Ed. Next to her was Cleo. He and Kathy were talking. His vision blurred as he imagined Cleo fucking Kathy's ass. Filthy, filthy, filthy, he thought. I must stop these sick thoughts.

"Hey baby! Here's your sunblock!"

"Thank you, John! Would you mind applying it?" John dribbled the cream on the bare skin between Kathy's pink bikini bottom and her pink halter top. He made a desultory conversation with Cleo as he massaged the cream into Kathy's back.

"Get my legs too, Honey!"

"A man's work is never done!" he said as her shifted down to get her legs.

"Man, you know it! No matter what you do, they always want more!" Cleo laughed.

John squirted a thin white stream of sunblock down each of Kathy's legs. He started at her thighs and watched as his hands smeared the cream on and between her thighs. A vision of the white froth between Bev's thighs crept into his mind.

"Not so hard, Baby!"

John massaged the cream into her thighs and moved down her legs. At one point his face was just above his wife's pert little butt. An image of another man's cock in her ass flashed in his mind.

"You okay, partner," Cleo asked," you look a little out of it!"

"I think it's the sun. I'd better lay down!" John lay down on his lounger next to his wife.

"Hi all!" Bev and Bill strode briskly across the deck. Bev plopped down next to John and Bill next to her.

They look so...normal...John thought.

"Well, guys, this is our last night at sea," Ed said, "Let's make it special and get a little crazy. What say after dinner we do the hot tub?"

There were murmurs through the group. Kathy shocked everyone.

"I think it's a great idea," she smiled coyly, "but let's get adventurous and do it nude!"

Mona and Cleo exchanged a quick knowing glance. June placed a hand on her husband's arm, glanced at Mona and smiled. Bill and Bev smiled and nodded. 

John was struck speechless. Before he could raise an objection, it was agreed.




Chapter 7

This was the last night of the cruise. The eight friends and neighbors sat around the dinner table sipping their before dinner aperitif. Each was lost in thoughts about the cruise.

Cleotha's hand lay familiarly on Ramona's bare thigh. She had shared with him her experience with June Summer. She told him it would probably be an ongoing thing between her and June but she was not sure if June wanted more than that. She loved her husband but just had that unscratched itch.

Cleo was cool with that. With him and Mona's new open relationship; they knew they could share their experiences and occasionally their partners. He had told Mona about anally fucking Kathy in the hot tub and her seeming fetish for it. Mona teased him saying she was not sure if that counted as sex.

Ed was acting as the unofficial host sitting at the head of the table. He stole a glance at Bev. He hoped they would hookup on this cruise but it had not happened. It was probably just as well. Those kinds of affairs usually ended badly with everyone getting hurt. Besides, she seemed unusually withdrawn tonight. She and Bill seemed to be uncharacteristically clingy.

June wore a diaphanous silky caftan and nothing else. For the first time in years, she was comfortable in her skin. Prior to making love with Mona, she had not realized how antsy she had been. She needed what Mona gave her. She placed a hand over her husband's and lightly stroked it. It took nothing away from this great man. Mona told her she would share their experience with her husband. And that was ok! It would be their secret

Kathy sat quietly as the idle conversation moved around the table. There was still a faint soreness were Cleo had ravaged her anus. She was certain it would happen again and several times more in the future. She loved her husband unreservedly and would never cheat in her marriage. However, daddy had taught her that anal was not sex so she was not cheating on this caring man.

John lay his hand on his wife's bare thigh. The thoughts he was having disturbed him. He could not talk to Bill or Ed. They were the cause of his discomfort. No, it would have to be Cleo. As soon as they were home, he would get him by himself and tell him about his disturbing images. And yes, he would tell him about Bill, Bev, Ed and Aloysius. He knew he could trust Cleo to be discrete.

Bill and Bev had discussed their situation. They decide the original idea of a few adventures a year was still viable. As they looked around the table, they speculated that they might keep it closer to home.

As they finished dinner, Bill stood. He held up a flute of champagne and offered a toast. "To good friends now and forever!" The others repeated the toast.

"Now," Bill said a little breathless, "as we agreed, we are all going to get naked and get in the hot tub."

Nervous titters sounded around the table as each in turn stripped off their clothes. Ed took June's hand and sprinted toward the tub. Last one in is a rotten egg!'



The Neighbors



This is a real-life story. It is not written in the usual style of "porno" stories, but rather like a story would be told between regular people. So if you're looking for silly and unrealistic language, and action, read something else. If you want to learn of real-life erotic experiences this should interest you.

I'm now in my mid-forties and have had a very interesting life that includes several interesting and erotic sexual experiences. I'm sure most of you have such experiences and still enjoy remembering them and being, once again, sexually excited as you recall each touch, word, sight, sound, smell, and feeling.

This is story relates some experiences I had while in my late teenage years with an incredible young couple in my neighborhood. They were in their late twenties or early thirties (I never asked, but I believe that's a good guess). I'll call them Bill and Sandy. I'll call myself Bobby. (I don't want to use real names because you never know who will read this and identify me or them).

Bill was very athletic and handsome. He worked as an engineer in one of the local businesses. He was very friendly and introduced himself to me and the other guys in the neighborhood soon after he and his wife moved in.

He put up a basketball goal in his driveway and invited all of us to use it any time. He often joined in and was much better than any of us. We also played football and baseball in their back yard. He played football in college, but was injured and had to quit in his freshman year.

Sandy was absolutely gorgeous! She was every guy's dream girl. You know, the cute cheerleader-type with big tits who gives great head. You know the look. She had a wonderful personality and a ready and beautiful smile that displayed perfect white teeth. Blond hair, sky blue eyes and a perfect body gave all of us teenage hormone factories an instant hard-on.

Bill often asked me over to work out with his weights in his garage. We would strip to our gym shorts and lift away. He would lead us through a grueling workout of arm curls, bench presses, and the rest. It was obvious he enjoyed the workout as well as my company. I must say that I also enjoyed them and found myself beginning to like Bill a lot. 

Sandy would often join us during the workout and mostly just watch, but sometimes would spot for us or do some light lifting herself. She would wear some loose fitting gym shorts (no panties!) and a tee shirt. When she would bend over, I would get a peek at her ass cheeks and just enough of her cunt lips to start my juices flowing. It was really "hard" to complete the work out.

During one of these sessions, Sandy doing squats with her legs spread! Her breasts were flopping around and her nipples were protruding through her tee shirt. She bent over to help Bill with a weight and stuck her butt up right in front of my face. I got a full view of her blond pubic hairs and the bright pink, puffy pussy lips that they protected. Good god, I could hardly breath! I'm sure my mouth was hanging open and my eyes popping out of their sockets.

She completed her assistance to Bill and saying she was going to take a shower, left us. Bill bench pressing; me panting with a gigantic hard-on.

Bill looked over at me and grinned his biggest grin. He said, "She's pretty hot, huh kid?" I just nodded, unable to speak. He glanced down at the big "tent" where my dick was and laughed out loud. "Looks like you could use some help there", he said smiling. "Huh", I muttered, "Oh, yeah." Then I could feel myself turning red. He said, "Hey, it's okay. Look at me!" I looked at his crotch and, sure enough, his dick was standing straight out too.

He smiled and pulled his shorts down and let his cock spring out. I almost choked! I had never seen anything like it. I had seen a lot of naked guys in locker rooms, showers and Boy Scout outings and had seen some pretty big dicks, but nothing like this. His cock was at least 9 inches long, as thick as my wrist, and had this huge head. It looked like a big apple stuck on a baseball bat!!

Again, I just stared. He took hold of it and started to slowly stroke it. I was finally able to look up and see he was still grinning. He said, "Okay, lets have a look at yours." I was taken aback. I was not a queer, and had never even thought about any kind of homosexual activity and certainly would never have thought of Bill as a queer. He seemed to read my mind and said, "It's okay, I'm not a queer or anything, but I do like sex and I'm sure you do too. Let's just have a little guy fun. I know you jerk off. I do all the time. Come on lets have a look. I can tell you've got a big one. I just want to see it."

There something about the way he talked that made me feel better, and, besides, I couldn't deny that my dick was about to explode. So I slowly pulled down my shorts. My dick sprang right up to attention. Mine was about 7½ inches long but not as thick as Bill's. The head was pretty big, but again, nothing like Bill's.

He looked and said with another grin, " Not bad for a beginner. I bet the girls like getting hold of that, don't they? How many girls have you fucked?"

I told him only two and named two girls in the neighborhood that I'd fucked. He gave an approving wink and said, "Not bad. I've been looking at them myself. What do think, would they go for an old guy like me?" I said, "I'm sure they would, if they could get that monster cock of yours in them." He laughed and said, "Oh that wouldn't be a problem. I've got this thing in more pussies than you could imagine."

All this time he was slowly stroking his cock. I'd grabbed mine too and was doing the same. He came over and said, "Let me do that." I was in no condition to stop him! He reached over with his right hand while switching to his left to jerk his own cock. He slowly began sliding his hand up and down moving my foreskin up and down my hard cock. It was wonderful. I sat slowly down on a nearby chair. I couldn't stand up much longer. He knelt down in front of me and continued to jerk my cock. He then bent down and gently placed his lips on the head of my cock. He slowly slid his mouth down until my entire dick was in his mouth. I groaned out load with pleasure. I'd never felt anything like that! He moved his head up and down stroking me with his hand as his head moved. I was in ecstasy! It only took about three trips up and down my cock before I exploded in his mouth. I'd never cum like that before. It was like my entire body shot through the end of my cock. I let out a muffled scream and cut loose. I filled his mouth over and over. He swallowed it all!

When I finished, I just collapsed and let out a huge sigh. He wiped his mouth with a towel and grinned at me and said, "I think you enjoyed that as much as I did." I said, "God I've never felt anything so good!" He said, " I know, I felt the same way the first time a guy did me". He said, "There's nothing better than fucking and eating pussy, but sucking cock is great too. Would you like to give it a try?"

I said, "I'm not sure. I've never even thought about it. I'm not a homo or anything."

He said, "Good grief, neither am I. I don't love guys or anything. I don't want a relationship with or move in with one. But I do like sucking cock and having a guy suck mine. I don't like kissing guys or butt fucking either. My college coach was the first man that sucked me, and he's the furtherest thing from a queer that you could imagine. He has a beautiful wife and several kids. He just liked cocks. I'm the same way. Nothing wrong or unnatural about that. I've discovered that there's lot's of men that like cocks, but are not gay."

What he said made sense, and I sure couldn't deny that I wanted to suck his cock. So I said, "Well, I'll give it a try", and got on my knees in front of him and took hold of his monster cock.

It was surprisingly light, but hard as a rock. It sort of curved up a little. I began stroking the loose skin up and down and watched, as the head got almost purple as I squeezed the shaft. I bent my head closer and put my lips over the top of the head. The smell was extremely exciting. The feel was something totally unexpected. It was sort of spongy and soft. I licked my tongue around it while keeping it in my mouth. As I squeezed the shaft and continued to move my tongue around the head, I slowly moved my mouth downward. 

His cock was so thick it was like swallowing a bat, so I didn't get but a few inches in. I moved my mouth back up and brought my hand back up with it. I continued moving my head and hand up and down and my tongue around and around over his dickhead. I could hear Bill moaning and opened my eyes and looked up at him. His eyes were closed and his mouth opened. He looked down and said, "That's great. It's like you've done that all your life. You're a natural!"

I wasn't sure how to take that, but I liked what I was doing. I was surprised at how exciting it was. I was getting hard all over again. I began to stroke my cock with my left hand.

I continued sucking Bill's cock for a couple more minutes when I could feel him tensing up. He said, "I'm going to cum! I'm going to blow your fucking head off, you little cocksucker!" I moved my head and hand faster as his cock got swelled up. Then he exploded. His cock shot load after load of warm, sticky cum in my mouth. I gagged at first, but then began to swallow as fast as he came. It was musky and salty. Again I was completely surprised at my reaction. I was enjoying it immensely!

Just as he was spurting his final load, I came. It was my second explosion in just a few minutes. As I let go of his cock, I just sort of collapsed in to a pile on the garage floor. We both did. We just sort of giggled at each other. Both exhausted, but completely satisfied.

Part II

I was vaguely aware of light applause coming from the door leading to the kitchen. When I looked up, there was Sandy standing in the doorway. She was completely naked! Her body was glistening with dampness from her shower and her face was slightly flushed. She was breathing heavily. She was totally awesome. She looked like a goddess. She gasped and said, " Good job, guys! That was quite a show, thanks!" As I scrambled to get my pants up, Bill said, "Glad you enjoyed it, but it was better from my perspective." Bill then noticed me, and said, "What the hell are you doing? The hottest thing on two legs just walked in and you're pulling up your pants?"

I stuttered something and just stood there again. I was getting pretty good at that.

Sandy looked at my half erected cock and said, "Bill that looks like a winner to me. How is it?" Bill said, "As good as it gets, babe, you should try it on for size!"

Sandy started walking toward me and said, "Don't mind if I do, sweetheart." She got as close as possible and put her arms loosely around my neck and looked me in the eyes. She smelled wonderful, and projected sensuality in her every move. She smiled, then leaned forward on her tiptoes and gave me the gentlest and most sensual kiss I'd experienced. Her tongue went all over my mouth like a snake. She pressed her hips into me. My dick flattened against her stomach. I could hardly breath. She broke off the kiss and started kissing and licking my chest and my nipples. I gasped out loud. I'd never had that done to me before and it was electrifying! She continued down my body as she knelled to the floor. When she was even with my cock, she took the head into her mouth and began to massage my balls. Her mouth took every inch of me easily. She played with my balls and sucked my cock up and down faster and faster. Her hand began to jack me off as she felt me tense. She began to moan deep in her throat. She took her mouth off long enough to say in a low, sultry voice, "I want your cum, all of it, now!" I exploded for the third time and came and came and came. She almost choked on it, but took every last drop. When I stopped, she let my cock slip from mouth and grinned up at me. "How'd I do, sport? Was I as good as your buddy over there?" I couldn't talk. I just nodded, exhausted.

Bill came up behind her and lifted her ass up. He started eating her out from behind. As he was cramming two fingers up her sloppy wet cunt, he asked me, "Have you ever eaten pussy?" I said, "Sort of, but I've never really learned how." "Then now's the time, buster. Get your ass down here!"

Sandy turned over on her back and lifted her legs up locked in her elbows. Bill pulled me around so I was looking directly into her pussy. She reached down and spread the lips wide. She was drenched! She had this incredible clit! I'd heard about clits like that and read about them, but had never seen one. It stuck out of a little hood-like fold of flesh. Bill reached down and with the tip of a finger, started to rub it back and forth. Sandy started to hunch her hips up and down and moan and twist her body. Bill said, "Here, suck on this and move your tongue up and down on it as fast as you can, like this." He demonstrated, and Sandy went fucking nuts! I lay down on my stomach and buried my mouth in her pussy. It was soaking wet and smelled wonderful. I took the stiff little cock-like clit in my lips and started moving my tongue over it as fast as I could. Sandy began to slam her hips up and down. She grabbed my head and pushed it into her pussy so hard I thought I would smother. We locked together like this for what seemed like an eternity. Then her entire body began to quiver and shake. She let out a moan like I'd never heard. Then she screamed out, "God, I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Fuck me, fuck me!" I didn't know what to do. Bill pushed me out of the way and slammed all nine inches of his thick cock into Sandy's cunt and began to fuck her like a wild man. I just knelt there and watched in amazement as they slammed into each other grunting and moaning. Finally, they both let out a final groan and collapsed.

After a few minutes, Sandy said between breaths, "That was wonderful! I find it hard to believe that you've never learned to eat pussy. You were fabulous. Now, you just lay back. As soon as I get my wind back, I'm going to fuck you blind!"

It was just a few minutes later that she straddled me and eased herself down over my cock. As I slid into her, she moaned "Oh god that's so good." As she moved slowly up and down on my dick, Bill stood by her and she took all of his nine inches in her mouth. She fucked me and sucked him until all three of us came almost together.

I was totally wiped out! I couldn't move. It was, by far, the best sex I'd ever had or even dreamed of. But there would be more to cum with Bill and Sandy!

Part III

There were other similar events with Bill and Sandy. Sometimes just Bill and I. Sometimes just Sandy and I. Sometimes all of us. That was a great summer.

That fall, I was raking leaves in their yard for Sandy. Bill was out of town for the week and she'd asked if I would help her out. She said with a wink, she'd make it worth my while. I could only imagine what that meant, and I was happy to oblige. I came home from school, grabbed the rake and ran down to their house. I started in the front and moved around the house to the back yard. While I was raking, I saw Mrs. Anderson who lived next-door go in to visit with Sandy. Sandy waved and smiled and asked if I needed anything to drink. I said no, I was fine, and returned to my work. I was a little irritated that Mrs. Anderson was there as I was hoping for my "reward" as soon as I finished. Oh well, good things come to those who wait, I told myself and kept raking.

I should point out that Mrs. Anderson was the mother of a girl that I dated occasionally. She was about 35-40, tall and reasonably good looking, but struck me as prudish and old fashion. She was always very strict with Betty, her daughter, and watchful when I was over there. Betty and I had had a few brief sexual encounters – mostly heavy petting and once she gave me a very forgettable blowjob. She gagged and almost threw up when I came in her mouth.

When I finished raking, Mrs. Anderson still had not left. So I just went up to let Sandy know that I was finished. As I opened the back screen door, I could hear soft moaning in the living room. I though it was the TV and walked around the corner. I almost stopped breathing when I saw what I saw!

There was Mrs. Anderson setting back on the couch with her big tits hanging out of the top of her unbuttoned dress, the bottom part of which was pulled up to her waist, and she was holding her legs up and wide apart. Sandy was kneeling in front of Mrs. Anderson with her head buried in her cunt and shaking it like a dog with a bone. Mrs. Anderson's head was thrown back on the back of the couch and her eyes were closed. She was holding Sandy's head and moaning, "Oh my! Oh my! You're wonderful! I've never felt anything like this!" Neither woman knew I was there. Hell, the whole football team and marching band could have paraded through that room and they wouldn't have noticed!

Once again, I was reduced to just standing there gaping with my mouth hanging open.

As Mrs. Anderson was getting closer and closer to coming, her hips stared to move faster and faster. Her moaning and talking got louder and more intense. Sandy had two fingers of her right hand pumping in and out of Mrs. Anderson's ass while finger fucking her own pussy with her left hand. What a sight!!! I was as hard as a rock and took my cock out and starting beating off furiously.

With a shriek, Mrs. Anderson's body gave a final twitch as she slammed her hips into Sandy's face that she pushed with all her might into her twat. She came hard then collapsed in a pile. Sandy, pulled her face out of Mrs. Anderson's sloppy cunt, wiped the pussy juices from her face and licked it off her hands. She pulled her fingers out of the well-fucked asshole a stuck them into Mrs. Anderson's mouth who lapped up every last drop without having the slightest idea what she was doing!

It was then that Sandy turned and looked directly at me, smiled and asked, "Enjoy that, stud?" She knew I was there all along. Mrs. Anderson gasped, sat straight up and tried to pull her dress down and up at the same time. She turned several shades of red and sputtered something like, "oh my god, what have I done!"

Sandy just sat down by her and said softly, don't worry dear. You're perfectly safe. Bobby here won't say a word to anyone will you Bobby?" I said, "No mam." Sandy stroked Mrs. Anderson's still exposed breasts, pinched a nipple and said, in fact, I think Bobby should join us." She signaled me with her finger and I started toward the couch.

Mrs. Anderson started to scrunch up on the couch like she wanted to just disappear. I said, "It's all right Mrs. Anderson. Sandy and I have done this before. There's nothing to worry about. Sandy said, "That's right Mildred, Bobby, Bill and I have been fucking each other for months. I thought it would be nice to share him with you. I know how much you like sex and he's the best stud I know next to Bill. I know you like big cocks since we've been fucking you for weeks." Sandy reached over and unzipped my pants. She took out my hard cock, and Mildred Anderson gasped out loud. "My god", she said. "See", Sandy said, "I knew you'd like him", and started sucking my cock.

Mrs. Anderson watched, fascinated. She put her hand between her legs and started to finger-fuck herself as she watched Sandy suck me off.

Sandy pulled off and said, "Here, honey, see what it's like to suck a teenage cock again!"

Mrs. Anderson eagerly grabbed my dick and started sucking. She was great! It was like she was starved to death for cock. She moved her head up and down and jerked my cock furiously. Sandy said, "Hey girl, slow down, you're going to rip that thing right off his body!" Mrs. Anderson just kept slurping and gulping my cock like it was her last meal.




The Neighbors



Sandy reached down and spread Mildred's legs open and got herself in between us enough to start licking Mrs. Anderson's cunt again. Mildred responded by taking her mouth off my cock just long enough to give out a big moan, grab Sandy by the hair, and resume her mission.

Sandy reached up and took my cock out of the vacuum and said, "It's my turn for some of that." I thought she meant my dick, but she meant Mildred's mouth! She pulled Mrs. Anderson down on the floor and straddled her face. Mrs. Anders grabbed Sandy's legs for support and stuck her whole face deep in Sandy's cunt and asshole. I could hear her lapping up that big clit. Sandy looked at me and said, "Get down there and fuck her silly." I was happy to oblige!

I pushed Mrs. Anderson's legs up and started rubbing her cunt lips with my dick. I was surprised to see an even bigger clit-cock than Sandy's staring up at me. It looked like a little baby's dick sticking up at me. As I rubbed it with my cock, Mildred started that moaning again. I slipped down and slid my dick in her sloppy wet cunt and pushed hard until I rammed all the way to the end. I began to fuck her slowly at first, then sped up a little. Sandy put her head down and started tonguing that huge clit. Mrs. Anderson started hunching her hips wildly and buried her face deeper in Sand's cunt. I slid my dick down to Mrs. Anderson's asshole and started slamming. The wet slapping of skin against skin filled the room. Just as I was about to explode, both Sandy and Mildred tensed and shivered and we all three released at the same moment. My cum dripped out of Mildred's cunt and Sandy hungrily lapped it up. Then she gave Mildred a deep kiss and they swapped cum. All of us then collapsed exhausted, naked and happy on the floor. Sandy looked up and smiled at me and asked, "So, did I make it worth your while?"

Part IV

As time went on, the encounters with Bill and Sandy declined in number as I got more interested in my own sex life, went away to college and, in general, grew up and away from my life at home.

There were several other encounters that were notable. Sandy told me about her encounter with an older lady she met at a cooking class. The lady, I'll call her Susan, was in her late fifties, but still attractive. She had large firm breasts, a slim body that was soft but still looked good, and a very pretty face. Sandy had mentioned her to me and said that she was going to "find out what was under that dress" someday. She said she could tell that Susan was bisexual and would be a great fuck.

Sandy told me later of her first time with Susan. Sandy had invited her over after class one night on the pretense of trying out some of the recipes from the class. Bill was home but was in the garage doing guy stuff. She and Susan were in the kitchen discussing the class and Sandy asked if she wanted to just have a glass of wine and relax. They could do the recipe thing another time. Susan said that was fine with her. Sandy got the wine and excused herself so she could get into something more comfortable.


Sandy went to her bedroom to change. She got completely naked and slipped on an oversized tee shirt she sometimes wore to sleep in. She turned around to go back to the living room and there stood Susan in the doorway smiling. Susan said, "I hope your not planning to leave that tee shirt on. After seeing what's underneath, I don't think I could stand it." Sandy said, "Not for long, I wasn't, and slipped the tee shirt back over her head. "Okay, Susan, let's get you out of those things and let me get my hands on you. I've been waiting for this since I first saw you." Sandy stepped closer and reached down and pulled Susan's dress up to her waist, She was pleased to see nothing but bare skin and the thickest patch of black cunt hair she'd ever seen. "Does Jim know you go to cooking class bare assed?" she asked with a smirk. "Sure he does, young lady. He's sitting at home right now jacking off ten inches of the thickest cock you ever saw thinking about me eating your young cunt! I've told him about you and told him I intend to fuck you silly. He can't wait to hear all about it. Now lay down, spread those legs and hold on!"

Sandy said what ensued was the best lesbian sex she ever had. Susan proved to be very experienced and very good. She'd brought a huge strap-on cock with her and fucked Sandy to several orgasms with it. She ate pussy like a pro and could kiss like a French whore. She left Sandy thoroughly satisfied and promised she'd bring "big" Jim with her next time.

That night Sandy related her experience with Susan to Bill. Bill said, "For god's sake why didn't you come get me?" Sandy said, "I wanted her all to myself, that's why. Besides, she's bringing Jim with next Wednesday. She says he's got the biggest cock in the county so we can enjoy both of them together.

Next Wednesday came and Bill and Sandy met Susan and Jim at the door completely naked. Susan and Jim burst out laughing. Susan turned to Jim and said, "See what I told you. Now let's get out of these damn clothes and start fucking."

The night was full of great sex, Sandy said. Jim did indeed have every bit of ten inches and his cock was as thick as Bill's with a huge purple head. Susan and Sandy had a great time watching bill and Jim take turns sucking each other's dicks. Jim fucked Sandy in the ass with his great pole. She said she thought he'd tear her apart, but she never felt better. It was a great story that made my dick hard enough that Sandy felt obliged to suck it dry. I was happy to let her.

Part V

As I said, I was enjoying my own sex life away from home and had one particularly good experience that I shared with my neighbor/lovers.

I was downtown waiting to catch a bus back to college. I had over an hour to wait and went to the men's room to take a dump before I got on the bus. I went into a stall and sat down. As I did, I noticed that a hole had been cut in the thin metal wall and I could see through it. I'd heard about "glory holes" but had never seen one. Just then the door opened to the other stall and a man came in. He pulled down his pants and turned to face the hole. I could see clearly thorough the hole and saw the biggest, blackest cock I'd ever seen! The guy stepped closer and started feeding this whale rope through the hole. It was incredible! His dick just kept coming. It wasn't hard, and just sort of hung though the hole down about eight inches or so. It was as thick as my wrist and had a head bigger than Bill's. It was black beauty! I was mesmerized.

I took it in my hands (yes both hands!) and started moving the skin up and down over the gigantic head. The cock grew and hardened. It was getting bigger and bigger. I'm sure my memory has exaggerated its size somewhat, but it seemed bigger than life at the time. As I stroked it and it hardened, I started licking the shaft and taking the head into my mouth. I stretched my mouth as wide as possible and took in as much of the length as possible. I started sucking up and down and moving my tongue around the head. It was wonderful! I could hear the guy breathing and moaning. I was able to get about four inches in my mouth and beat off the rest of his cock with both hands. It was like sucking off a great python! I must have sucked this guy for ten minutes before I began to feel his snake start to swell and buck. Here it comes, I thought. He's going to blow the back of my head off! His cum spurted out of his cock like a horse pissing on a rock! It just came and came. I must have swallowed a gallon of the stuff. There was cum everywhere! On my face, my shirt, my pants, the floor. Hell, probably the ceiling! When he finally finished, his cock went limp and he pulled it out.

I saw a long, bony finger slip through the hole and signal for me to stick my cock through. I stood up and put my throbbing dick through the hole. What came next was incredible. I have no idea what he did with his mouth to make my dick feel like that. It was the closest thing to blowjob heaven that I've ever known. In about thirty seconds I was shooting my load down his throat. He sucked it down like a vacuum cleaner. I thought he was going to suck entire cock down his throat! I couldn't quit cuming. I was still plastered against the wall when I realized that I was done and the guy was gone. I pulled my dick back through the hole, composed myself and went back to the waiting room. I never did see a black man in the bus station, so I have no idea who he was. I guess he just came in for sex and left. Lucky for me that I was there! Sandy and Bill both enjoyed that story, and found it necessary to fuck and suck my brains out in gratitude.

Stay tuned there's much more to cum!



The Neighbors



To put it bluntly, I like to fuck. I know what you're thinking: "Doesn't everyone?". But that isn't true. Everyone likes to climax, but not everyone truly enjoys fucking. To me, it's about much more than just getting off. Orgasms are great, but there is so much more to it than that. Really great sex is like a compelling novel: there's a beginning—an introduction. Tension is built up over time, and finally there's a point where everything comes together and you are totally taken in, and then there's a conclusion that leaves you satisfied, yet still craving more. 

In the middle, there are a million small details. The beauty lies in those small moments. I like the subtle glances across the room, when our eyes meet and we realize that we're both thinking the same thing. I like slowly undressing my lover, eagerly anticipating what's to come. I like being so hard that I feel like I'll die if I don't get inside her soon. I like the feel of my hand, sliding along the damp silk of her panties, feeling her warmth. I like the moment our lips meet and we both feel that mark. I like feeling her hot hand wrap around my rock hard shaft, teasing me, tempting me. I love the feel of my hands on her breasts, her hips, her ass. I love the moment when my engorged head touches her outer folds, and then I penetrate her and our two bodies become one. 

There are a million different ways to fuck, and I love them all. I can appreciate the beauty of being in a dark room, illuminated by a hundred candles. Our two bodies tied up in knots, writhing away beneath the sheets as we make slow, passionate love beneath the sheets for hours on end. 

I like the intensity of being overwhelmed by lust, when you barely make it in the front door. Two bodies crushed against the wall, clothes tearing as we frantically try to get at one another—incapable of waiting one second more. 

I like the thrill of slipping away in a dark alley or out of the way closet—lifting her skirt, pulling down my pants and struggling to keep quiet as we fuck, knowing at any moment that we could be discovered. 

I like the freedom of a secluded cabin, with no one around for miles to hear us moan, and scream, and call out to one another as the windows rattle and the bed creaks as I invade her body furiously and her nails imbed themselves in my flesh. 

I love to be on top. I love to be ridden. I love to fuck doggie-style. I love to be straddled. I like to be in charge, and I like to submit. I love to give head, get head, and sixty nine. I love it vanilla and I love it kinky. I like it morning, noon, and night. I love to be in her hand, mouth, pussy and ass. I love it in the bed, on the floor, in a chair, in the shower, in the car, on a table, on the balcony, on the beach and everywhere else. Like I said, there are literally a million ways to fuck, and I love them all. Why would anyone settle for just one way? 

Some people enjoy a one night stand or a short, meaningless fling, but not me. Maybe you can have good sex with someone you barely know, but you can't have GREAT sex. It takes more than just two horny people to reach the greatest heights of passion. There has to be intimacy. There has to be trust. There has to be a true connection of mind, body and soul. It takes time and familiarity to reach that point. 

I didn't always feel this way. Growing up, I was like any other guy. I was primarily concerned about myself. My own enjoyment was priority number one. Sure, I was willing to do the little things to make my partner happy. I made sure she was having a good time, but in the back of mind, the ultimate goal was always self-satisfaction. I made her happy, so she'd continue to do the same for me. It was about a year ago when everything started to change—when I started to realize that there can be so much more to sex and that I can find happiness just from bringing joy to another. It was about a year ago when I first met Michelle. 

It was the dead of winter when we first met. All but her eyes were hidden underneath several layers of clothing, so I can honestly say that her intelligence was the first thing I noticed about her. We were both out walking our dogs around the apartment complex on a blustery December night, and a conversation started up when our dogs decided to greet one another with the traditional butt sniff. Right away I picked up on Michelle's wit and charm. 

It wasn't until a few days later when our paths crossed once again that I learned she was beautiful. Our leashes got tangled once again, and after we managed to free the disgruntled dogs, she invited me over to her apartment for some hot cocoa. There seemed to be a natural rapport between us, so I accepted the offer. 

Once we got in the front door, the dogs took off chasing one another around the small living room. As Michelle removed her scarf, stocking cap, and burly winter coat, I realized that she was stunningly pretty. She stood about five foot nine, with a body like Marilyn Monroe. Her long blonde hair came nearly to her waist. She was gorgeous, even dressed down in her baggie olive cargo pants and loose black sweater. 

While Michelle busied herself in the kitchen, I took a look at the bookshelves in the corner of the room. I was surprised to see we had a very similar taste in movies, music, and novels. She told me to put in a CD, so I stuck one of the Beatles later albums in the stereo and took a seat on the couch. A few minutes later, she came in with the cocoa and some cookies. We sat chatting and listening to the music while the dogs played with each other in the center of the room. When the music stopped, we decided to pop in a movie. I ended up hanging out at her place until 2 in the morning. 

As I walked home with my dog, I marveled at what a wonderful time we'd had together. I couldn't remember the last time I'd just hung out with such an intelligent, beautiful woman. I was still thinking about her an hour later when I finally laid down to bed. As I drifted off to sleep I decided that Michelle was out of my league. A woman like her would never be interested in an average guy like me, no matter how many things we had in common. My last conscious thought was that I would not ask her out and risk ruining would could be a great friendship. 

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Keeping my relationship with Michelle strictly platonic turned out to be the best decision I could have made. I didn't feel obligated to try and impress her, or seduce her, or put on some façade. When we ran into each other, she got to see the real me without any of the normal smoke and mirrors I put out for other women. As a result, a friendship blossomed quickly between us. 

At first, we'd just run into one another a few times a week when we were out walking the dogs. Occasionally I'd end up hanging out at her apartment. Eventually, we started making plans to hang out. We'd go to movies or dinner together on the weekends. Sometimes we'd just go out for a few drinks. We complimented one another perfectly and always had a great time. Even when we disagreed on something, the arguments were good-natured and nobody walked away angry. 

In only a matter of month, she had become my closest friend. We talked everyday, either by email, in person, or on the phone. We got dinner together frequently. She became my confidante—when anything went wrong, she was the first person I turned to. If I had problems with work, or women, or just life in general, I'd ask her advice. We got to know everything about one another. I learned that she moved to the south because she felt her life had become stagnant. She'd only had one serious relationship, and after 6 years together she'd finally realized it wasn't working, so she left New York to get away and try life somewhere new. 

By June, the two of us had become inseparable. Michelle hadn't dated anyone regularly since I met her, and I was having a bad string of luck, so we were spending most evenings together watching old movies like "Bonnie and Clyde" and "Chinatown". We were sitting in her apartment on the first day of summer when things changed between us forever. 

It was a sweltering day. A violent storm had come through in the afternoon, knocking out the power for the entire apartment complex. I wasn't happy about the lack of air conditioning, but Michelle was having a much rougher time than I. She was sweating up a storm as she sat on the floor getting her ass kicked in Trivial Pursuit. 

"I swear I'm going to melt," she groaned for the hundredth time. 

"Oh...poor Princess Michelle," I teased. "Would you like an ice bath?" I took some ice out of my glass and dropped it down the back of her loose, black tank top. 

She jumped at first, but then relaxed. 

"Actually," she said, "that's not half bad." 

"You're psychotic," I said, tossing another piece of ice in her direction. She caught it and started running it along her arms. She shivered as little goose bumps popped up along her biceps, but she was also smiling. 

"Shit! That feels good," she groaned. "You should try it." 

"No thanks," I responded. "Some of us can handle the heat." 

"Whatever!" she said. "I'm not ashamed to admit I prefer the cold." She continued to run the ice up and down her arms until it had melted. "If you're not going to do yourself, will you do my back then?" she asked. 

I agreed, and Michelle moved over and sat between my legs. She leaned forward and pulled her long, blonde hair up, exposing her neck. I took another piece of ice and placed it on her shoulder. She moaned like a porn star in response. 

"Oh, that feels sooooooooo good!" 

I suddenly felt a little awkward, but I didn't want her to know, so I continued with the ice. I slid it along her shoulder, and then down the back of her neck. She moaned again, then untucked her little black tank top from her red plaid skirt and lifted it a bit. 

"Do me here," she said, pointing at her lower back. 

She moaned again and squirmed a bit as I obliged. Although I tried to fight it, sexual imagery was flooding my mind. Suddenly, I realized I was getting turned on. I remembered that Michelle was sitting right between my thighs and I tried to reposition myself before she could feel what was happening, but as I started to slide back, she turned and flashed me a knowing grin. 

"Feels like someone's having a little bit too much fun with this," she said with a wink. 

"Very funny," I responded. "It's just a natural response. I guess we should stop this." 

"Sure," she said. "I don't want to do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable." 

"I'm not uncomfortable," I protested. "I'm just not sure where this will lead, and I don't want to ruin our friendship." 

"Fine," she said coyly. "I was just trying to cool off. If you can't handle it, I guess I'll do it by myself." 

She took the small sliver of ice from my hand and lifted her shirt, showing off her pierced navel. She started to rub the ice along her flat belly. At the same time, she leaned back again, placing her weight on my rapidly growing penis. 

"Michelle, if you keep doing that it's only going to lead to one place," I said. "We don't want to fuck up our relationship, do we?" 

"Why does it have to lead there?" she asked with a wicked grin. "We're both adults. I think we can handle a little bit of teasing without caving in to temptation, can't we?" 

"You mean we can do this, without ending up in bed together?" I asked. 

"I can hold out," she said. "But I know you're a man, so you're weaker. I'll understand if you want to leave now." 

She grabbed another piece of ice from the cup and started towards her bare stomach. I paused for second, thinking through the situation. 

"Fuck this!!" I finally said to myself. "If she can hold out, so can I." 

"Give me that damn ice," I said. 

She handed me the cube and leaned back. She squirmed about, deliberately rubbing her ass against my stiffening cock. 

"Fucking tease!", I muttered to myself. 

I took the ice and placed against her belly ring and held it there until the metal was nice and cold. Then I started sliding it upward and around her stomach, leaving a wet trail on her pale skin. With my other hand, I grabbed a second piece of ice and slid it up and down her arms and over her shoulders and neck. Michelle moaned loudly in response. 

"Are you feeling any cooler now, Princess?" I asked. 

"Actually, I think I'm getting hotter," she teased. 

"Well it could be all the clothes you're wearing," I responded. "Maybe you need to take off a layer?" 

I figured my comment would put an end to her teasing and we'd both have a good laugh and then I'd rush home to masturbate. To my surprise, she wasn't done playing. She sat forward, grabbed the hem of her shirt, and with one quick motion pulled it over her head and off. She tossed it aside and leaned back. Looking over her shoulder, I could see that her large breasts were barely contained by the flimsy burgundy bra she was wearing. 

"You may continue," she said with a wicked grin. 

Unwilling to lose the battle, I grabbed three fresh pieces of ice. I kept one in each hand and slipped the other in my mouth. I placed my left hand on her left knee, and slowly began to work my way down Michelle's thigh. I pushed her little pleated skirt up a bit before slowly sliding back down towards her knee. Then I switched legs and repeated. 

Meanwhile, my other hand was roaming around her belly again. I slid the ice along the bottom of her bra strap. Her large, hard nipples were starting to poke through the thin, gauzy fabric of her brassiere. I was aching to drop the ice and fondle her breasts, but I refused to cave into temptation and prove Michelle's "men can't help themselves" mentality correct. 

With the third piece of ice dangling from my lips, I placed my mouth by her throat and started to circle it. I slid my slips along her neck, moving up her jawbone until I reached her ear. I ran the ice cube around her ear lobe and then back down. Michelle turned to face me and I could see the lust in her eyes. For a brief moment, our lips met. The ice slipped from my mouth to hers. Her pierced tongue slipped inside my mouth for just a second, and then it was over. She pulled her head back and smiled at me. 

"I'm sorry," she said teasingly. "I know you're trying really hard, Mr. Science, but I still don't feel any cooler. If anything, I think I'm even hotter than before you started." 

"Still too much clothes," I said. I placed my hand on the clasp at the front of her bra. "Maybe if we undid this." I was sure that would be enough to make her back down. 

"If you think so," she said with mock seriousness. 

"What?" I said. She'd caught me off guard. 

"Go ahead—unhook it," she answered. 

I was stunned. I grasped the clasp in my fingers and started to undo it. I paused for a second, waiting for Michelle to stop me. When she showed no signs of interrupting, I snapped the clasp and her full breasts spilled out. I couldn't help staring. They were flawless. 

"Maybe when you get done gawking you can put some ice on my nipples," she said coyly. I could tell she was having a great time teasing me. I wasn't about to let up—either she would back out or start begging for sex. In either case, I wasn't going to be the one to crack. 

I reached in the cup and grabbed some more ice. I took one of her soft orbs in my hand and held it, while the other hand guided the ice to her already erect nipple. She gasped loudly. For a second, I was certain she was about to cave, but she managed to regain her composure. I started circling each of her nipples with the ice cube, and Michelle moaned out her delight. At the same time, I put another cube of ice in my mouth and started to glide my tongue around her neck and ears once more. 

"Still hot?" I whispered in her ear? 

"On fire," she responded. 

"I'm running out of places to put the ice," I said. 

She flipped her skirt up, revealing her tiny burgundy panties. "How about here?" 

I was a little surprised, but I'd also become unflappable. I unzipped her skirt, and she stood up and wriggled out of it. She sat back down between my thighs wearing nothing but her little silk panties. She'd mentioned on many occasions that her clit was pierced, and now I could see the outline through the thin fabric. 

Every part of my body wanted to end our silly game and carry her to bed—every part, except my brain. It would not give in, and so I settled in for yet another round. 

Her panties were already soaked, even before the ice touched them. I thought she was going to cum right away from the way she acted when the ice first touched her pussy. Through her panties, I slid it up and down along her slit, pausing at the clit each time. With my other hand, I held ice to her nipples and twisted and tweaked them. 

She was squirming furiously now. Michelle rubbed her ass frantically against my cock. I couldn't tell if it was her natural reaction to my touch, or if she was just trying to break my will power. Either way, I held onto my resolve. 

Determined to make her give in, I grabbed the gusset of her panties and pushed it aside. I found her wet pussy open and ready. I let my ice cube slide between those lips and up inside her. 

"Oh shit!" she cried out. 

"Still on fire?" I asked with a laugh. I could tell I had the upper hand now. 

"Burning up," she cried out. 

"Maybe this will help." 

I took a second ice cube and slid it into her pussy. Then I followed it with two fingers. I stirred the cubes around inside her. All the ice was gone, so I just fondled her breasts openly with my free hand. Michelle's hips bucked up, forcing my fingers deeper inside her. With my thumb, I flicked at her clit piercing as I finger fucked her. She turned and kissed me feverishly as she lost control of her body. She bounced her hips up and down, taking my fingers into her again and again. 

I continued to knead her breasts and kiss her roughly as my hands invaded her cunt. Michelle moved faster and faster. Her cries got louder with each thrust. Finally, with one long, animalistic moan she started to cum. I could feel her pussy clenching my fingers as the waves of pleasure rushed through her body. 

Michelle laid motionless for several minutes trying to catch her breath. Finally, she opened her big green eyes and peered at my face. I pulled my two fingers out of her wet vagina. 

"Fuck me," she said. 

"What was that?" I said jokingly. 

"I said ‘fuck me'," she answered. 

"I don't think so," I said, mocking a serious tone. "I mean, I wouldn't want you to think that men are weak. I'm perfectly capable of holding out." 

"Don't hold out," she pleaded. "I don't want you to." 

"No," I said. I really enjoyed having the upper hand. "Actually, maybe I should leave." 

Michelle rolled over and nearly pinned me on the floor. Her bright green eyes were locked on mine. 

"Don't leave," she said. 

"Are you going to call me weak?" I asked. 

"No, you're not weak." 

"Who's weak, then?" I asked. 

"I am," she said. "I'm weak. Now stop playing these stupid games and fuck me." I smiled wickedly, refusing to give in. "Pleeeeeeeease," she started, "Please fuck me." 

She slipped out of her tiny panties and guided my fingers to her wet cunt. 

"See how wet I am," she said. "Don't you want to fuck me?" 

"No," I responded. I was dying to pounce on her, but I was having too much fun with our little game. 

She kneeled in front of me and started to unbuckle my pants. I offered mock protest as she opened my belt. She popped the button and then slowly slid the zipper. Although I still feigned disinterest, I lifted my hips slightly so she could tug my pants and underwear down to my knees. My rigid cock sprung free. 

Michelle kneeled on all fours between my spread legs. Her large tits dangled seductively. Her pouty, full lips were just inches from my engorged cock head. With one hand, she reached up between her legs and started to rub her swollen, pierced clit. She moaned seductively as she toyed with her own body. 




The Neighbors



"Pleeeeeeeease funk me," she moaned again. "Pleeeeeeeease." 

I don't know how I managed to resist. I just sat there, frozen like a statue. I wanted to throw her down and fuck her like an animal, but I maintained my composure. 

She crawled closer to me. With one hand still in her pussy, she leaned forward and placed her lips on the head of my cock. It was so sensitive that I couldn't help gasping for air. She paused for an excruciatingly long moment to moan with delight as she started finger fucking herself. I watched in agony. My will power was fading away. 

Michelle plunged a third finger into her cunt, then leaned close one again. With her long, pierced tongue she licked my shaft from base to tip. My heart started pounding faster. For a brief moment I thought I was done—I felt like I would explode. I was growing weak in the knees. She was moaning louder from her own touch. Michelle leaned forward one final time, made an "O" with her lips, and deep throated my throbbing cock. 

I thought I would cry tears of joy because it felt so good. She bobbed her head up and down my shaft rapidly, teasing me with the metal stud in her tongue. Finally, I snapped. I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her away roughly. She looked up with a shocked expression on her face, but when she noticed the look in my eyes everything became clear. 

I jumped on Michelle. She went sprawling backward on her back as I straddled her on my knees. Somehow, I managed to strip out of the rest of my clothes. I pressed myself against her hot, naked flesh and slipped two fingers into her gaping, wet cunt. She called out my name as I started to finger fuck her. At the same time, I rubbed my aching cock against her stomach. My lips danced along her neck and then downward, showering each of her tits with kisses, and tasting each of her large nipples. 

Michelle moaned my name over and over, until finally I couldn't resist her any longer. I pulled my fingers from her pussy and held them between us. The two of us eagerly tasted her juices. I took each of her legs and lifted them up, throwing them up above my shoulders. She laid flat on her back on the carpet with her pussy open for the taking. I lined my aching cock up and started to fuck my closest friend for the first time. 

I tried to go slow. I wanted to continue with all the teasing. I pushed the head just inside her lips. I could already feel her muscles clenching, inviting me to go deeper. Slowly, I invaded her vagina. I buried my entire shaft in her hot wetness. I grasped both of her thighs and jerked her back, slamming her body into mine. I held her tightly, but Michelle managed to squirm a bit. 

"Fuck me," she pleaded. "Fuck me, baby." 

As much as I wanted to tease, I couldn't fight it any longer. I withdrew my cock slightly, then slammed it back home, pulling on Michelle's thighs for leverage, forcing myself deeper with each thrust. She called out my name and encouraged me. I was mesmerized, watching her sexy body contort and her large tits bounce with each hard thrust I delivered. 

We were both in heaven. Every word Michelle uttered seemed to spur me to new heights. 

"Harder," she cried. "Fuck me rough." 

I continued plowing my cock into her depths. I could feel the moment approaching. Michelle's eyes were closed, her head cast back. I closed my own eyes and started to moan louder, whispering her name. 

"I'm going to cum, Michelle." 

"Me too" she answered. "Do it. Cum in my pussy, baby!" 

That's all it took. I felt my balls contract and I cried out loudly as my body shuddered and erupted inside her. Michelle was right with me. I could feel her muscles gripping my cock, milking it as she voiced her delight with one long, sensual moan. 

Even though it was only a few moment, my orgasm seemed to last forever. It was the most intense I'd ever experienced. Finally, the two of us ended up side by side on our backs in the living room floor, trying to catch our breath. 

It was Michelle that spoke first. 

"That was amazing," she said. 

"Uh huh," was all I could manage. 

She leaned over and kissed my cheek softly. 

"I told you we wouldn't end up in the bedroom," she said with a giggle. 

I rolled on my side and smiled at her. 

"Who says the night's over yet?" I asked. 

Michelle smiled and laughed heartily. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me passionately before getting up and heading to the bedroom. I followed, of course. The time for playing hard to get was over, and I was eager to see what else the night had in store. 

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When life throws you a curveball and you somehow end up in bed with one of your closest friends, you basically have two choices the next morning. Choice one is that you can turn the page to a new chapter in your book of friendship and a love affair can blossom. Chances are, if the two of you are such good friends then you already know you have a lot in common, so there's a good chance that a romance can develop. 

Option two is that you can call it a one time thing, and then wait for your friendship to dissolve because you'll never be able to be quite as open and honest as you were before that one night of passion. 

Anyone who claims there might be another option is either a liar or a moron—possibly both. There are some things that are tattooed on your brain forever once you've experienced them, and no matter how hard you try, they can not be erased.. The sight and sounds of one of your friends naked and sweaty, crying out your name as they reach the heights of sexual bliss is one of those things that you'll never erase. Once a friendship has crossed that threshold there is no going back. Things have changed, and you can't undo them. There are people who try to fight that truism all over the world. After our night together, I found out that Michelle was one of them. 

I slept well that night, which is unusual for me. Normally, on any given night I toss and turn and wake up frequently, but after making love into the wee hours of the morning, I was exhausted. I was completely satisfied on both a physical and emotional level for the first time in years. The power had come back on sometime during the evening, although neither of us had noticed at the time, so the room was comfortably cool when the two of us drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. 

I woke up around noon. Michelle was still in bed, but it looked as if she'd been up for a while. She had put on some clothes at some point. When we went to sleep, we had both been nude, but now she was wearing an oversized silk pajama shirt covered in pink and white pinstripes. She was leaning back against the head board with her knees up, and I could see her tiny white panties. Her eyes were wide open and she was staring off into space, seemingly lost in deep thought. She didn't even notice that I was awake. 

I laid there watching her for several moments. I couldn't believe how pretty she was. I'd known she was gorgeous since that first day we shared cocoa in her apartment, but I'd never really focused on it. Now, as I laid there in bed, I admired the way her long golden hair glistened in the sun. The light seemed to catch her deep green eyes and make them sparkle. Her full lips were so supple and kissable. Her pale skin looked like porcelain, and I recalled how smooth her thighs had felt as I touched them the night before—they were like silk. 

Just watching her sit in bed was making my cock grow hard. It also made me realize that I was in love with her. How could I not have known? The feeling must have been growing all along, but I'd subverted if for months because I feared rejection. I'd been content to have her in my life in any way and afraid to ruin that. Now I realized how strongly I felt about her. I knew why I'd been bored and disinterested in all my recent dates. In my mind, I'd been comparing them to Michelle. The girl I'd been dreaming about was right under my nose all along, and now I finally had her. 

Laying naked in bed, I suddenly felt underdressed next to her. I quickly realized the remedy to that problem. I stirred noisily to let Michelle know I was awake. She jumped at first, and then offered me a wan smile. I sat up and placed my arm around her shoulders, pulling her to me. 

As I leaned forward and kissed her she made no offer to resist, but she wasn't enthusiastic about it. Her lips parted and she listlessly returned my affection. My hand slipped to the front of her silk shirt and I opened the top few buttons, exposing her large tits. 

"I want to fuck you so bad, Princess," I whispered in her ear. I took her hand and placed it on my rigid staff. "Can you feel how hard I am for you?" 

She nodded and wrapped her small hand around my stiff member. I groaned loudly and finished unbuttoning her shirt. It hung open, exposing her gorgeous breasts. I started fondling each of them gently as she slid her hand up and down my cock. It became a piece of steel in her grip. 

After several moments of stroking, she wrapped her hand around the head of my dick and started jerking me off. She squeezed it tightly and gave good firm strokes. My eyes rolled back in my head. I buried my face between her tits and laid beside her as she gave me the hand job of the lifetime. I wanted her to stop so we could make love, but I was powerless to say anything. It was too intense—felt too good. I could only muster one phrase. 

"I'm going to cum," I groaned. 

"Mmm," she responded. "That's it. Cum for me, baby. I want you to cum. I want you to be happy." 

She squeezed tighter, causing me to gasp for air. She tugged rapidly on my cock, repeating over and over again that I should cum for her. My body started to shake and quiver and all of a sudden I felt myself exploding. Thick gobs of cum erupted from my hard cock and drizzled down her hand. I watched with delight as she cleaned it off with her tongue, and then I collapsed back into the bed. 

Michelle sat quietly for a moment, then re-buttoned her pajama shirt. She slid down so she was laying right next to me in bed. She kissed my cheek gently and held my hand. Finally, she started to speak. 

"Last night was beautiful," she said. "I loved every moment." 

I agreed whole-heartedly. 

"That's why I hate to say this," she began, "but it was a mistake. I've thought about it all morning. It was a mistake." 

I don't remember much of what was said after that. The whole conversations seemed like a horrible nightmare, and all I wanted to do was wake up. Michelle recited some lines that she had obviously been practicing over and over in her head for the past few hours. It was the type of typical psychobabble that is mass marketed to the masses in women's magazines and on afternoon talk shows. She talked about how she'd just got out of a long term relationship and how she was really "digging her freedom" and how "it's not smart to jump right into another relationship." They were they type of weak excuses I'd expect from a lesser woman, but never from her. There was obviously something between us, and to throw it away based on such tripe seemed ludicrous. 

I let her talk without saying much of anything myself. I didn't know what to say. I wanted to tell her I loved her. I wanted to let her know that I'd been in love with her for a long time, and that I wanted to be with her. I wanted to say a lot of things, but in the end I was virtually silent. That all-encompassing fear of rejection had returned, and I just wanted to hold onto her in some way, so I agreed when she said that we should forget about what had happened and let things go back to the way they were before. 

When I walked home, I felt numb. My head was spinning. My heart was aching. I wanted to run back and tell her the truth—tell her that we were meant for one another—but I didn't do it. I just went home, took a shower, and went back to bed with tears running down my cheek. Never before had I gone from elation to depression so quickly. 

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The next few months were hell. I dated occasionally, but no one held my interest. My thoughts were obviously with Michelle. No one complemented me the way she did. No one made me smile or laugh the way Michelle did. Hoping to find someone else was an exercise in futility. 

As for my friendship with Michelle, it was deteriorating rapidly. She wanted to play make-believe and pretend like nothing had happened between us. She wanted our relationship to be the same, but it never was. 

At first, things between us went smoothly. We hung out an talked and laughed. We went to the movies and got dinner together. But from my point of view, nothing was as it had been. I was constantly thinking of ways to make her realize that I loved her. Instead of being one hundred percent open with her, I was hiding things that I didn't think she'd approve of, and I was constantly trying to talk up my good points. 

Then there was the sexual element. I couldn't get our night together out of my mind. Michelle had always had a penchant for wearing tight or somewhat revealing clothing. Of course I'd noticed in the past, but never really dwelt on it. But after our night together, every time her skirt was a little too short, or her blouse was a little too tight, I started to get aroused. Every time sex was mentioned in a movie or on television or just in some joke Michelle told, I started replaying that night in my mind. Every time we sat too closely on the couch I would dream of wrapping my arms around her and ripping her blouse open, exposing those large, supple breasts to my hands. I dreamed of slipping my hand up under her skirt and working my fingers up into her pussy. 

Ninety percent of the time we were together, I was either thinking about how much I loved her, or how bad I wanted to fuck her. It was tearing me apart. Every night when I went home alone my heart would bleed. I wasn't sleeping well and I wasn't eating much. I found myself crying sometimes without provocation. 

Naturally, my feelings put a strain on our relationship. Things would go well for a few days at a time, but then I'd start to strongly insinuate that we should be together. I'd make "jokes" about how we should hop in bed together, but it was obvious to both of us that there was some truth in what I was saying. We started to fight. It was never about what had happened that night, but that obviously lurked just beneath the surface. The fights got worse. There were accusations and malice, followed my tons of phone calls and apologies the next day. Things reached a peak in late August. 

We'd just been out to dinner at a trendy restaurant and came back to my apartment and to watch a movie a movie. After watching a female lead rip some innocent guy's heart out, I couldn't resist making a snide remark. 

"They should have named her ‘Michelle'," I muttered. 

That's all it took to start a fight. It seemed like the two of us were always on edge lately, ready to start something at the drop of a hat. In a matter of minutes we were in each other's faces. As Michelle got louder and angrier, I grew more sullen and depressed. I hated arguing with her. I was aching to just take in her in my arms and hold her, but she wouldn't let me. 

Finally, after a particularly vicious tirade, Michelle turned for the door and started to storm out. 

"You know," I said as she stood in the doorway, "This is like being married, but without any of the good parts." 

"And what are you calling the good parts?" she demanded. 

"That night in June was good," I said. 

She stepped back into the apartment and slammed the door behind her. There was a fire in her eyes. 

"Is that all you want?" she blurted out. "All you want is to fuck me?" 

I stepped closer to her. I could feel myself getting angry. 

"Yes, Michelle," I said sarcastically. "That is all I want. All I want it to fuck you. I put up with the torture again and again because all I want from you is a piece of ass, because that's so hard to find." 

She was dressed in a short black skirt, boots, and an oversized white men's dress shirt. She opened the top two buttons, showing just a hint of her cleavage. 

"You just want to fuck me," she snarled. "Come on then. Come use me for your whore." 

I stepped closer to her so my face was inches from hers. 

"You just don't get it," I said. I was looking directly into her eyes. I almost told her how I truly felt—that I was in love with her. That I didn't just want to fuck her—I wanted to be together with her. But I chickened out. "You just don't get it," I repeated. 

She seemed to ignore me. My words were going right past her. 

"Come on. Fuck me," she said again. "That's all I'm good for, right?" 

Her words were really getting under my skin. 

"Shut the hell up, Michelle. You keep acting like a cunt, and I'm going to treat you like one," I said. 

"What's the matter?" she taunted. "I'm giving you what you want. Aren't you man enough to take it?" 

Suddenly my blood was boiling. I slammed my body against hers, pinning her against the back of the closed doors. I grabbed her the tails of her untucked shirt and with one angry motion I ripped it open. Little buttons went flying through the air. She had on a lacy white bra that clasped in the front. I snapped it open, freeing her big tits from their prison. 

My lips were only inches from hers, and our eyes were locked together. 

"You want me to fuck you?" I demanded. "You want me to fuck you like a whore?" 

She just scowled at me without speaking. I felt her hand sliding up my thigh and she rubbed it up and down my hard cock. 

I didn't need any more encouragement. I was going to destroy her. 

I pushed her hard against the door and roughly lifted her skirt. She had on a little white thong which tore away easily. Her pussy was dripping wet. I crammed two fingers into it as she managed to undress me. 

She jerked my cock angrily as I finger fucked her. Our eyes were still locked together—neither of us would break our gaze. I worked my fingers in and out of her with increasing speed. She bit her bottom lip, determined not to moan, but she couldn't keep it in. 

She stopped playing with my cock, seemingly lost in her own world. Her eyes were locked on mine, but there was no longer any fury—she seemed to be floating in a far off world. 

"Oh fuck," she moaned. "Don't stop." 

I did it faster—harder, and in a matter of seconds I could feel her pussy clenching. Michelle came hard and her juices ran down my fingers. I could tell her anger had subsided a bit, but mine was still running rampant. 

Before she'd even finished cumming I pulled her away from the door. She looked sexy in nothing but her knee high boots and tiny skirt. I glanced over at the couch, only a few feet away. I slung her towards it. I leaned her over the back of it and hoisted her skirt up, revealing her gorgeous ass. I placed my rigid cock at the entrance of her pussy. Michelle turned around quickly. 

"Not there," she said. "Fuck my ass." 

I was surprised at her request, but I had no problem obliging. I twisted my hand in her long blonde hair and pulled back as I forced my cock into her tight little butt. She nearly screamed from the sensation. 

"Fuck me," she whimpered. "Fuck me hard." 

I had no problem obeying. With one hand twisted up in her hair and the other roughly kneading her tits, I started pounding away in her ass. She grimaced and groaned and screamed my name as I drove into her again and again. The louder she moaned, the harder I fucked. I could feel my anger dissipating as I plunged into her repeatedly. 

It didn't take long to reach the point of no return. She was calling my name, begging for release. I gave a few final, forceful thrusts and she exploded. I recognized the sounds of her orgasm from that night a few months before. I couldn't resist joining in. My testicles seized and then I exploded, filling her up with my hot cum. 




The Neighbors



We stood there motionless for several moments after it was over. Finally, I pulled out and Michelle got up. She gathered her things and asked to borrow a shirt. I gave her one, and she went home. 

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After that night, everything turned to shit. We didn't talk for a few days. Finally, Michelle dropped by under the pretense of wanting to borrow a movie, but I knew she was really trying to offer an olive branch. We ended up hanging out for a while, but it was awkward. This time it was both of us that wanted things to go back to the way they were before. Both of us wished that night had never happened. The sex had been amazing, but emotionally, things had been bad. There was too much anger; too much hostility. The memory of violently taking her in a blind rage made me nauseous. 

Of course, there was no way to put that night out of our minds, and although we tried to go on for the sake of our friendship, it wasn't happening. We spent a lot of our time together in uncomfortable silence. There were emotions boiling beneath the surface, but neither of us wanted to bring it up. I don't know what Michelle was thinking, but the only thing on my mind was that I couldn't live without her. I was in love and nothing was going to change that. Every moment I spent with her was like an emotional evisceration. It was agonizing to be that close. I didn't want to be next to her—I wanted to be inside her. Inside her body. Inside her mind. Inside her heart. 

It started to feel like we were walking on eggshells around one another. Neither of us wanted to get into a fight again, so we mostly just talked about inane bullshit. The bond between us seemed to be falling apart. I'd go home and lie sleepless for hours just wishing she was beside me in bed. As the days passed, the insomnia got worse. I started getting depressed. Finally, in the beginning of October, I decided I couldn't take it anymore. I had to get away. 

I decided to take a week off from work. My boss owned a cabin high up in the Smokey Mountains that he used for vacations. He'd always told us that any of us could borrow it any time we liked. I took him up on his offer, packed my things, and headed out of town. Before leaving I wrote a note to Michelle and slipped it under her door. 

"Michelle: 

A millions times I've tried to say this, but I've never had the courage. Now, it's reached the point that it's tearing me up inside, and if I don't let it out, I feel as if I'll explode. 

I'm in love with you. 

I have been for some time. I don't know when it started, but I've known it since last June, when we first spent tonight together. I tried to deny it—I tried to "just be friends" like you wanted, but I can't. I can't hide my feelings and my emotion any longer. 

I'm in love with you. 

There are a million other things I could say. I could try and tell you tell you why and how it happened, but that stuff really isn't important. 

I'm in love with you. 

That's all that matters. I can't live like this anymore. I can't stand to be with you, but not WITH you. You are all I think about. You are the first thing on my mind in the morning, and the last thought when I go to bed. Every original thought I have, I want to share with you. I think of you when I'm happy; I think of you when I'm sad. There is not a single moment that passes when you don't cross my mind. 

Again, I can't live like this anymore. I can't go on. I can't do this. I can't be "just friends". I have to have all of you or none. That's the only way this can be. 

If you don't love me, I'll understand. You are the most perfect woman on the planet in my eyes, and there is certainly no reason you should be spending time with a guy like me. But if you do love me, or if you feel anything at all, then come let me know. I'm going away to the mountains. I've left you a map. If you come, then we can sort this out together. If you don't, you needn't worry about me bothering you. My stuff is already packed, so I'll simply leave the apartment complex when I get home and you'll never see me again." 

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I arrived at the cabin on Sunday night. The next four days were the worst of my life. The place was high up in the mountains and set back far from the road, so it was rare for anyone to drive by. Anytime I heard a car I couldn't stop myself from rushing to the window, hoping it would be her. 

Although the place was fairly modern with a nice kitchen, there wasn't a television or telephone. I'd purposely left my cell phone at home, wanting to avoid any outside communication. I stocked up on groceries at the beginning of the week and brought along plenty of books. I tried to occupy my mind with reading, but I had a very hard time absorbing any of the words. I had to re-read pages two or three times. My mind just kept drifting away to Michelle. 

By late on Friday, I'd given up hope. I was miserable, because deep in my heart I'd always felt that she was harboring feelings for me as well. It was hard to face the reality of rejection. I spent most of the day lying on the couch with tears in my eyes. All I wanted to do was sleep. I was getting ready for bed, even though it was only seven o'clock, when I heard tires on the gravel driveway. The bright lights from a car blared through the windows. I assumed it was just someone turning around in the drive, and didn't even bother to head to the door until I heard the knocking. 

A frigid blast of air hit me in the face as I opened the door. I was honestly stunned to see Michelle standing there in a long, black trench coat. I didn't know what to say. 

"It's really cold out here," I said finally. 

"Yeah," she responded. "I heard on the radio that it might snow." 

"It's a little early in the year for that, isn't it?" I asked. 

"I guess," she said. 

We just stood looking at each other. Suddenly, I was extremely embarrassed about my letter and felt like I'd make a terrible mistake. Finally, she spoke. 

"I don't know what to say," she said. "I just know that I had to see you—I couldn't let you just walk out of my life." 

"Well, I guess that's something," I said. "Why don't you come in?" 

She stepped inside and I helped her with the luggage. I placed it in the second bedroom, not wanting to be presumptuous about anything. 

We took a seat on the couch and ended up talking for hours, although we avoided the most important subject. To me, all that mattered was that she'd shown up, so I wasn't going to press anything. She knew how I felt, so I could wait on her to open up. We talked about her drive up, and she talked about her week. I told her that I'd mostly been reading and taking some day hikes over the past few days. Despite the fact that we were conscientiously eluding the issue at hand, the conversation went well. 

We went to bed early. Michelle was tired from the travel, and the months of sleeplessness were still wearing on me. For the first time in a while, I felt comfortable and content, and I knew that sleep would come easy. We went to separate rooms, but before she left, I gave Michelle a kiss on the cheek. It wasn't planned, but it just felt like the thing to do. 

It was only a couple of hours later when I woke up. The room was ice cold and chill bumps covered my body. I turned on the lamp and went to the bedroom closet, hoping to find extra covers. When I couldn't find anything I decided to go to the living room and build a fire. 

I walked out into the main room of the cabin. The windows were not covered and I saw that it was snowing. At least an inch was on the ground already. Moonlight reflected off the ground and created a white light that came through the window and illuminated the room eerily. 

Wrapped in blankets, I took a seat on the large faux bearskin rug in front of the fireplace. Matches, kindling, and wood were all in a rack near the hearth. I'd just gotten a small blaze going when I heard footsteps behind me. 

I turned to see Michelle approaching. She was wrapped in a thick wool blanket and seemed to be half asleep. 

"I thought I heard some noise," she said. "It's so cold in my room." 

"Sit down here," I said. "It will be warm in a minute." 

She shuffled over and took a seat beside me. Her blanket slipped a little bit revealing her bare shoulders and the thin straps of her burgundy slip. 

"That's not exactly winter attire," I said with a smile. 

"I didn't think it would be this cold," she responded. "It's only October." 

We sat quietly for a while. Michelle seemed to be in a zombie-like trance watching me play with the fire. After plenty of tinkering, the fledgling flame slowly transformed itself into a roaring blaze. The warm, orange light make the room seem cozier than the pale, cool moonlight. 

The two of us leaned back against the couch. Michelle took our blankets and layered them so they both covered the two of us. We sat silently staring at the fire, both of us tired, but neither feeling sleepy at the moment. 

After a while, Michelle leaned her head on my shoulder, the way she'd done a hundred times while the two of us sat on her couch watching movies. But this time was a little different. Without thinking about it, I slid my hand around her waist. The cool satin of her slip felt sensual, and I could feel her heart beating slowly. As she gazed into the fire, I stared at her face. She seemed not to notice. 

There was no master plan on my part and no hidden agenda. Things just seemed to unfold naturally, as if they were meant to be. I started to run her stomach through the thin fabric of her gown, but not with the intention of seducing her—it just felt like the right thing to do. 

Michelle reacted almost immediately. She turned to face me and our eyes locked upon one another. I could feel myself getting lost in her stare, and I welcomed it's embrace. 

Slowly and deliberately, Michelle leaned closer to me. She placed her lips to mine. With our eyes opened we kissed one another. Her lips parted gradually, giving way to my tongue. There's an undeniable spark between us, and our eyes remain open and locked together. The kiss is not overly passionate, but the intensity and intimacy is overwhelming. 

The kiss ended, and without speaking, Michelle returned her head to my shoulder. I started to rub her stomach once more. I felt her move beneath the covers, and a second later, she was rubbing my thigh. 

It's obvious to both of us what's happening. This time, there was no game playing. There were no muddle emotions—no lust mixed with animosity. There was also no urgency, no need to rush things along. 

Michelle inched her hand up my thigh, causing my cock to stiffen in my pants. My entire body seemed to be tingling. She unsnapped my pajama bottoms and her hand crept inside. At the same time, I brushed her hair aside and exposed her neck to my lips. She moaned as I started to kiss her along her bare shoulder, moving upwards. 

Our lips met again and we kissed long and hard. When it broke, Michelle had her hand wrapped tightly around my cock teasing me. I gasped loudly and looked into her eyes. 

"I need you, Michelle," I whispered. 

"In time, My Love." 

Her words sent shivers up and down my spine. Did this mean that she felt the same way about me? Did she love me? 

I tried to think through the situation, but as Michelle began stroking my cock, I lost all ability to think. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back as she slid my pants off, exposing my rock hard cock to the chilly night air. 

She placed her nails at the tip of my penis and traced a leisurely path downwards. I shivered in response. I opened my eyes as she wrapped her hand tightly around my shaft. The sight made me even harder. She gave my cock a firm tug, causing me to grunt loudly. 

"You're going to make me cum," I blurted out. 

Her only response was a wicked grin. She moved so that she was straddling my legs and covered my cock with the hem of her silky slip. She wrapped her hand around the fabric and gripped my cock, then started stroking. The satin eliminated all the friction, and her hand flew up and down my shaft rapidly. 

I started calling out her name. My entire body was trembling. I arched my hips, ready to explode, and then suddenly she stopped. 

"What the fuck?" I almost shouted. 

"Maybe we shouldn't do this," she said seriously. 

I just stared at her, shocked. 

"It's a bad idea," she added. She started to stand up and walk away. I sat dumbfounded for a moment. She glanced back as she walked away, and I suddenly recognized the playful glimmer in her eye. 

I jumped up and wrapped my arms around her waist. She turned and embraced me, and we kissed long and hard for several moments before collapsing on the bearskin in front of the fire. The cool, thin satin gown felt nice against my body, but it didn't stop me from rapidly removing it from her body. Her little matching panties follow, leaving her completely naked. 

We rolled about kissing and fondling one another. Michelle ended up on her back. I kneeled in front of her and parted her legs, exposing her pussy. The moisture caused it to glisten in the firelight. I leaned forward, absorbing her intoxicating sent, and then I flicked at the small metal hoop in her clit. 

Michelle gasped, and then spread her legs farther, inviting me in. I buried my face between her thighs. Eagerly, I tasted her sweet nectar and sucked on her clit. She started to writhe about on the floor as I delved deeper, eating her pussy as if it were my profession. I brought her to the brink of orgasm, then pulled back, teasing her the way she had just done me. 

Again and again I went down on her, nibbling at her clit and tonguing her pussy. I took her right to the brink and then I stopped repeatedly. As I pulled away for what seemed like the hundredth time, she managed to wriggle away from my grip. 

"Two can play this game," she said. 

She pushed me onto my back and straddled me. With her pussy just inches from my face, she leaned down and flicked her pierce tongue at my cock. Her hot mouth enveloped my manhood as my tongue once again found her sweet cunt. 

Involuntarily, I started thrusting upward, forcing more of my cock into her mouth. Her hips rocked back and forth as well. I ate her pussy while she continued to deep throat my throbbing cock. We took turns teasing one another, bring each other to the edge, and then stopping. As she sucked hard on my head, I pulled her clit with my teeth, bringing her within reach of ecstasy, then I stopped, slamming the window shut before the could get through it. The competition continued, although we both knew it would end soon. 

Her head continued to bob up and down my shaft, teasing me with her mouth and tongue. At the same time, I focused on her clit. I alternated between flicking it, sucking it, and biting it. We were both moaning loudly. Finally, I gave in. I couldn't stand to tease her any longer. As I worked her clit, I slipped two fingers into her wet vagina. She gasped and her body tensed, preparing for release. 

She gave my cock one final, hard suck, drawing me over the edge with her. I kept sucking on her clit as my cock erupted into her mouth. Her frenzied orgasm didn't prevent her from taking down every last drop. 

When we pulled apart, we just sat gazing at each other, struggling to regain our composure and catch our breath. I ran my fingers through her long, beautiful hair and Michelle smiled. She caressed my cheek with the back of her hand. She continued to smile as she slid her hand from my cheek down to my penis, and I knew our night was just getting started. 

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Michelle laid naked on the bearskin rug, attempting to catch her breath. The blazing fire had raised the temperature of the room considerably, but it wasn't the only reason her body was glistening with sweat. Her vibrant green eyes were locked on my cock. 

Despite having just came, I could feel my manhood stiffening once more. I'd spent so many nights fantasizing about Michelle. Now that she was there for the taking, I wasn't going to be satisfied easily. I curled my index finger up, beckoning her to come hither. She came hastily. 

As I sat on the floor, leaning against the couch, Michelle stood above me. Her swollen, pierced clit dangled inches from my lips. I leaned forward, taking it in my mouth again. She moaned loudly and stood still for a second, letting my tongue please her. I swirled it around the piercing and then down into her vagina. She placed both hands on top of my head as if to balance herself and began to moan loudly. She rocked back and forth, burying my face between her thighs. 

"Oh shit," she finally moaned. "I can't take this anymore. I have to have you." 

She straddled me and sat down, impaling herself on my cock. The sensation of her hot pussy caused me to gasp loudly. For a moment, I thought I would cum right away. I grasped her hips tightly, trying to prevent her from moving. She seemed to take that as a challenge. With all her might, Michelle fought me, bouncing herself rapidly on my shaft. 

I wanted to resist. I wanted to last much longer, but in the end, she won. I felt the muscles of her pussy milking my cock and I couldn't hold out. It erupted, sending my hot cum deep inside her. I closed my eyes and groaned loudly. 

When I opened my eyes, Michelle had a mischievous smile on her face. She was obviously proud of her achievement. 

"That couldn't have been very satisfying for you," I said. 

"On the contrary," she responded. 

"But you didn't get off." 

"I think I'll still get mine," she said with a coy smile. 

She stood up, letting my flaccid cock slide back out of her pussy. I watched her ass as she walked towards her bedroom. She stopped in the doorway for a second. 

"Are you coming?" she asked. 

I immediately jumped up and followed her. 

Her room was dominated by a large bed. She went to the nightstand and turned on a lamp, illuminating the room slightly. She pointed at a chair in the corner. 

"Why don't you take a seat?" she said. 

I obeyed, and she sat down on the foot of the bed, facing me. I watched as she put two hands between her legs. 

"My pussy is SO wet," she said suddenly. 

She slid a finger inside her vagina. 

"Look how easily that slides in," she said in a sultry tone. 

I sat watching as she slowly worked the one finger in and out of her cunt. She started to moan slowly as she did it. 

"MMMM, baby," she moaned. "Are you ready to fuck me again, yet?" 

I looked down at my cock and sadly realized that it hadn't returned to a fully erect state. I shook my head slowly. 

"That's too bad," she said with pouty lips. 

Then she worked a second finger into her pussy. 

"I'm so ready for you." 

Michelle spread her legs a big wider, making sure I had a clear view, and leaned back on the bed. With her thumb, she teased her pink clit while two fingers delved into her muff. I wrapped a hand around my own cock, trying to coax it along. 

Meanwhile, Michelle was really getting into it. With her free hand, she grasped one of her hard nipples and gave it a twist. A sexy little squeal slipped from her lips. She worked a third finger into her cunt and started fucking herself faster, moaning loudly all the time, narrating her actions, begging me to come and fuck her. 

I started to stroke my cock frantically. I could feel it getting harder, and I was aching to stuff it in Michelle. 

She started lifting her hips up, flashing me her ass as she drove up to meet her hand. Her other hand continued to work over each of her nipples, going back and forth from the left to the right. 

"Oh shit," she started to moan. "I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum." 

She started calling out my name in a higher voice as she pounded her cunt with her own hand. My cock was now rigid as I watched her thrash about in the sheets. She screamed loudly as she came, and then fell back in a heap, trying to catch her breath. 




The Neighbors



My wife Sharon and I met our new neighbors at the Labor Day BBQ. Ken and Barb were another typical early 40's couple working hard trying to make ends meet. Their 19 year old son Jimmy was there. He was a quiet kid. I guess like all kids his age he really didn't want to be there, at least not around his parents. The five of us got to talking about different things and Ken mentioned that Jimmy was having a hard time finding a job. Of course I mentioned the old standards like mowing a lawn or two, or painting a house. Jummy did say that he liked to paint. Sharon had the idea that if he was willing that he could come on over and paint our dining room. This could be a blessing as I hate to paint. He agreed and we set it up for the up coming weekend.

Jimmy rang the door bell right at 9:00 AM as agreed. Sharon greeted him saying to both of us that she was on her way to a baby shower that I had totally forgot about. Now I was stuck in the house literally watching paint dry. 

Jimmy got started as I watched some tv in the next room. Wearing an old painted pair of gym shorts I would say he had painted before, or at least attempted it.

As Jimmy was painting I couldn't help but notice that his shorts were very baggy and short. As he was sitting up on the top of the ladder I could see up his shorts so much that I could tell he "forgot" his underwear this morning. Guessing he did that for my wife's benefit. I laughed to myself and didn't give it another thought. Poor kid got excited for nothing.

I left Jimmy to finish painting the high wall above the archway going into our dining room and went out to tinker in the garage some. After a few minutes I came back in and saw he was progressing nicely. The only section left was directly above the door and with 10 foot ceilings he had quite a time reaching for it. 

It was somewhat humorous to see Jimmy only from the waist down. The top half of his body was covered by the top of the arch. But what really got my attention was the rather big bulge in his shorts which he seemed to have to move from side to side as he painted from one side to the next. Again laughing to myself I knew why his shorts were full of paint smears. Oh to be young again. 

Then it happened. As Jimmy was stretching to reach the ceiling and pushing down on his bulge his cock slid out of the left leg of his shorts. Wow, this kid had some piece of meat. He must've thought I was still in the garage, because he was openly tugging at it as to bring it out in the open more.

"Do you like what you see Mr. Smith?" he said from behind the archway.

I was busted and didn't have a clue what to say to him.

Again he spoke up. "It's ok if you want to watch, I don't mind." With that he climbed down a couple of steps so he could see me eye to eye.

Leaning against the ladder he slowly unzipped the shorts and let them fall past his knees. Here was this 19 year old kid in my house totally naked leaning against my ladder with his 1/2 hard cock in his hand.

"Some of the guys at school say I have a big cock." still stroking his cock about 10 feet in front of my face. "What do you think Mr. Smith?"

What was happening to me. I still couldn't say a word. I just kept on watching his hand slide up and down that huge shaft of his. 

Reaching out his free hand he gestured "come on Mr. Smith, don't be shy." As in a daze I reached for his extended hand and let him pull me to him.

Jimmy was now stroking faster. I next felt a hand on my shoulder pull me even closer. He stopped suddenly. It was then that I saw the true size of Jimmy's monster. He was every bit of 10". God, it looked so good hanging straight out from his body all be itself.

"Go ahead Mr. Smith. Give him a kiss." I was somewhat hesitant until I felt Jimmy gently massaging my neck. I wanted to run, but it was like I stuck there in time. Mesmorized and in awe of this young man's hard cock. Watching the pre cum leaking I leaned forward looking up at Jimmy as I felt his rubbery cockhead bouncing on my lips as he kept stroking it. I did kiss it a few times. I was afraid to look down. Feeling his cockhead pushing I slowly parted my lips looking down at it as he entered my mouth for the first time.

That was all it took. I knew what Jimmy wanted and was going to give it to him. I grabbed both sides of the ladder to steady myself and Jimmy and tried to take as much of him as I could. I was getting off on the slurping sounds I was making riding up and down on that fat cock of his. The faster I went the more noise I made and the hotter I got. I could now feel my own cock throb in my pants. I never knew sucking cock would be like this. 

About half of Jimmy's cock was buried in my mouth when I felt both his hands on the back of my head. I just looked up at Jimmy and opened my mouth as wide as I could letting him know I was ready. Inch by inch I could feel him go deeper and deeper until I felt him at the back of my throat. Knowing what Jimmy was after I pulled off alittle bit, took a deep breath and forced myself on him letting him spear the back of my throat. I breathed through my nose as I could feel his cock penetrate into my waiting esophagus. I had done it. I was sucking cock. Feeling the outside of my throat with my hand I could feel Jimmy's hard shaft sliding in and out. 

He asked me if I was ready. Immediately I knew what Jimmy wanted and moaned yes as best I could. Jimmy was pistoning his cock even faster now. I felt his cock swell even larger as he began dumping volley after volley of his seed down my throat. Man, did he ever taste good. It was hard for me not to choke as he continued pounding my face. I surely didn't want him to stop either.

After what seemed like eternity Jimmy began slowing down, his cock softened in my mouth. I kept sucking his cock slowly as he was still feeding me his cum. 

Wow. What an experience. Jimmy asked if I was done or wanted some more. I asked what he had in mind............to be continued.



The Neighbors



I was packing up my last few boxes and was side tracked by the door bell. I was startled as I was not expecting any company. As I approached the door I realized it was Karen from next door with her husband J. 

They were a good couple minus the few stares they received from being an interracial couple but they never seemed to be fazed by this. 

He was an attractive man tall and fit, he had hazel eyes and had the most sexual yet manly walk that was clearly due to what was lying between his legs. And Karen was not one to be ignored she had long black hair that curled right at the tips, perky D cup breast and a butt that was firm yet round and hips that just made me envious.

I wasn't the beauty queen but I was good on the eyes short brown hair, golden brown skin and legs that should have been insured based on my ex's thoughts. 

I answered the door and realized they were the going away party; they brought the not so traditional Bacardi lime and some Mexican food that smelled divine. 

As I invited them in we made small talk on how quickly I packed and immediately went to set up a place to eat, after all I was moving.

After eating and having a few drinks we began to engage in small talk on what's in the news, the upcoming elections and the joke on me making the move from the big city to this small town in ND. 

All of a sudden there was a loud boom and out went the lights, rain and thunder. This startled the heck out of me and next thing I knew my head is nestled on Karen's chest. 

I felt so awkward but slightly aroused she smelled just like roses and baby oil, her skin so soft and her perfect breasts were like a pillow underneath my head. 

I craved to lick her plump breast slowly making my way to her nipples. My clit started to get wet as I thought of me caressing her breast and making circles around her erect nipples as she moaned for me to take my warm tongue and treat her wet pussy as if it was ice-cream that was melting. 

I was suddenly awakened from my day dream with the words we better go; a sudden sigh exited my mouth as I walked them to the door. 

It was pouring outside and there was no way I was making the long drive that night so I decided to take a shower and plan to stay for the night. 

I ran the tub and added a few drops of baby oil to the water. As the water ran the warm water rose and sent a subtle shiver from my clit to my breast. I sat back and slowly caressed my breast lightly caressing my nipples as they harden with every flick of my finger. As my breast harden I cupped my size C breast in the palm of my hand and began to suckle on my nipples, the warmth from my mouth sent tingles throughout my perfectly erect nipples. 

I then slowly caressed my tummy and my hand slowly began to rub the lips of my pussy this sent an ever so light throbbing between my legs. 

I then slipped my fore finger in-between my lips and let my finger slip into my moist pussy, as I slipped in and out I could feel the tingle of pleasure through out my body and as it intensified I slipped in another and another finger until I had my whole hand hitting every pleasurable spot inside my pussy.

I could feel the warmth of my juices and removed my finger to taste my sweet nectar.

As I got closer and closer to ecstasy I ran my clit with my other finger and as I rubbed harder I could feel the tingle throughout my body and then I exploded the warmed that was felt inside my clit was now tingling my whole body.

As I exited the tub my pussy still pulsing from the first orgasm I heard a knock on the door, it was nearly 1:00 am, as I looked out of the peep-hole there was no one.

I turned to walk away and there it was again I opened the door to see Karen there.

Before I could ask what was wrong she slipped her had up my rob and began to rub my clit ever so slightly as I moaned in pleasure J walked in and began to lick and suck my nipples with so much intensity but so calm that I cam from that act alone. 

But they would not stop they locked the door and escorted me to the blanket on the floor. 

They both were ready, naked perfect bodies revealed as they took off there coats. 

J's penis was erect and it was thick and long a 9 incher at least his chest was rippled with muscles and his round butt was perfectly shaped. 

Karen's breast stood at attention her nipples hard but not completely erect, her pussy was cleanly shaven not a hair in site and she was so wet that you could see it glisten from the candle light.

As J laid on the floor he grabbed me and position me right over his warm, juicy mouth he took his tongue and slid it in between my lips and began to suck my clit, he never took his hand to part my lips he aloud his tongue to part and paid attention to every part of my wet, throbbing pussy, which immediately sent chills throughout my body, he would alternate from sucking my clit to taking his tongue and inserting it into my vagina making a satisfied moan every time he would taste my pussy juices.

Karen all the while licking and sucking my erect nipples with so much passion that I wanted to cry from pure pleasure, She then took J's 9 inches of hard cock and sucked on it like a pro with every thrust she was able to put another inch down. Every wave of pleasure J felt was translated on my pussy; he would flick and nibble so lightly. As he exploded in Karen's mouth I exploded in his filling it with cum and juices from my now engorged and throbbing pussy, but I wanted more.

Karen then directed me to lick her pussy and although I never did this before I felt like I was a pro and apparently it felt that way for Karen also. 

Karen ordered me to taste every inch of her pussy and lick every drop of K goodness that trickled out her moist pussy.

I inserted two fingers and firmly flicked my tongue back and forth across her clit as I began to suck on her clit she exploded in a cry that surely woke up the neighbors. J walked over with that smooth, sensual walk and grabbed my breast and with a little of the pre cum moisten my nipples the warmth mixed with the cool air drying my wet nipples felt so good it sent a rush of warmth throughout my body making my pussy muscle contract at the pure pleasure of it all.

As Karen came to lick my nipples she took her warm tongue and explored every inch of my body from my navel to the arch in my back, as my body responded to these sensations I felt an immediate sense of pleasure like I've never known every inch of J's hard cock penetrated me from behind, he thrust slow and then harder and harder until I cried out for him to fuck me until I exploded, Karen then took out a two sided dildo and gestured for J to penetrate me from the back she was ready to work the front and that she did she first licked the intire dildo every single inch and the site of her made me crave her more. 

She inserted the head into my now dripping wet pussy and slowly inserted the rest in her. 

As she rode that cock it went deeper and deeper in my pussy, while J stood from behind and thrust harder and harder. 

As they kissed and I licked Karen's nipples we all burst with pure ecstasy pussy juices running down our legs as J's hot nectar ran out my ass, J licked the juices from me and Karen as Karen licked up the leaking cum trying to waste none.

We laid there in pure bliss still rubbing and occasionally sucking until we fell asleep.

The next day we indulged ourselves in a little tongue play and then went our separate ways. 

But promising if I ever came back to town we would teach each other all the new tricks we learned while we were gone.

And since I have an upcoming vacation I have already planned my trip and all I need to pack is a pair of pants/shirt for when I return.



The Neighbors



One of the best amenities to my last apartment was my next door neighbors. They consisted of a mother and her two daughters.

Veronica, the mother, was a teacher, around my age and, like me, was divorced. About my height, she was on the taller side for a woman, and very attractive. You could tell that she had been very beautiful when she was younger, but had gone through a lot in life, and it had all taken it's toll on her.

Her oldest daughter, Beth, was in her junior year at a local college and drop dead gorgeous. The best part about her, though, was that she either didn't realize just HOW gorgeous she was, or didn't care.

Lastly, there was the youngest daughter, Meghan. She was in her first year of college, and a younger, thinner version of her mother. She gave me a good idea of what Veronica must have looked like in her teens and early twenties.

All three women helped me when I moved in, and I helped them when things needed repairing in their apartment. We all got to be pretty good friends, even to the point of having a few holiday dinners together.

The apartment complex had a pool, and during the hot summer days, it wasn't unusual for them to ask me to go with them, so that they had a male figure to ward off any unwanted attention. Not that I minded, having three beautiful women to accompany. The girls always wore bikinis, and Veronica was usually in a tight one-piece that showed off quite a bit of her fine figure.

One day, all four of us were there, and Veronica was sitting next to me, sunning herself, while the girls swam. I watched as she looked over at her daughters, and then sighed.

"Why the big sigh?" I asked.

"Oh, I was just remembering when I had that kind of body," she replied. "That was a long time ago."

"Well, at the risk of being too forward, or sexist, I think that you still have a great body," I told her truthfully.

"Please," she responded. "I'm twenty-five pounds heavier that they are, and at least twenty years older. Gravity's been a bitch on my body."

"You've also had two kids, and, as you pointed out, have twenty years of fighting the elements of aging," I told her. "As I said, in my not-so-humble opinion, you look great."

"Well thank you," she said. "But I've also seen a couple of the women that you've brought home, and I can't even compete with them, much less my own daughters."

"If I may be so bold," I told her, "you can not only compete, you can put up a hell of a fight."

"Believe me," I continued, "if I thought I had a chance, I'd ask you out in a heartbeat." 

Before anything else was said, her daughters started yelling to her to take a dip in the pool to cool off. "That sounds like a good idea," she said quietly, as she got up and dove into the water.

I silently thanked the inventor of dark sunglasses as I watched her and her daughters moving around in the water.

The following Friday, I was getting out of my truck in the parking lot when Veronica pulled up next to me. We started talking as we walked into the building together, and I sensed that something was bothering her, so I asked her about it.

"It's nothing, really," she told me. "I've just got a lot on my mind, and it's been a long week. Between teaching summer school, and dealing with my ex, I just need some 'me' time."

"Well, if you're not doing anything later, why don't you come over tonight, I'll mix up a batch of Margaritas, and we can sit on my balcony and get nice and drunk," I suggested.

She looked at me for a long second, and then smiled, replying, "That sounds nice. I'll stop by after dinner."

A few hours later, Veronica was knocking on my door. As I let her in, I took a nice, long look at her and smiled. She was wearing a light sun dress and a pair of sandals, and she had let her long, auburn hair down, something that I had only seen her do a couple of times.

"Wow. You DID lose some weight," I told her as I led her to my balcony.

"You can tell?" she asked.

"Oh, yeah!" I replied. "I thought you looked different when we were talking earlier, but I can really tell, now. With your hair down, you look even thinner, too!"

"Thank you," she responded, blushing lightly. "I've got to do something to compete with my daughters."

"Honestly, you don't have to do anything to compete with them," I told her. "Hell, I think that they've got to compete with you."

"Oh, stop," she told me, as she sat down. "But, thank you, again."

I brought out a pitcher of Margaritas and we started working our way through it as we sat and watched the sunset.

"So, what's bothering you?" I asked finally, as we were about halfway through the pitcher.

"Can I ask you something?" she asked, as she took off her sunglasses and looked at me.

I had never noticed just how beautiful her dark eyes were until then, and I was speechless for a second.

"You can ask me anything you want," I told her.

"Did you mean what you said the other day, about asking me out in a heartbeat, if you thought you had a chance?"

"Absolutely," I told her. 

"Well what makes you think that you don't have a chance?" she asked.

"Well, as busy as you are teaching, and with your daughters, I didn't think that I had much of a chance, and to tell you the truth, I didn't know if I was your 'type'," I said.

"Well, first off, I really don't have a 'type'," she started. "Second, the girls are old enough that they have their own lives."

"What about those women that I've seen you with, though?" she continued. "One of them had to be at least fifteen years younger than you."

"What about them?" I asked.

"Well, looking at them, I wouldn't think that I was YOUR type," she said.

I laughed, and replied, "Well, just like you, I don't have a type, either. I look at each woman individually and decide whether or not I like them."

"That's a good, and unfortunately unique, policy to have," she said, sipping on her drink.

We continued to knock off the pitcher of Margaritas and talk, and I watched her. She truly was a beautiful woman, and it almost seemed like she was getting her youthful looks back as she lost weight.

We soon finished off the pitcher, and I asked her if she wanted me to make another one. "Why not?" she replied. "I like sitting out here, and I'm not going anywhere tomorrow."

"Good answer," I told her, as I stood up and grabbed the pitcher.

She walked inside with me and told me that she wanted to run next door for a second. As I was finishing mixing the next pitcher, Veronica walked back in, looking very happy. "Well, both girls are out for the evening," she said. "So, I don't even have to worry about getting home anytime soon. I'm glad that you invited me over tonight, otherwise I'd be sitting there all alone."

"I'm glad you took me up on my invite," I told her, walking her back onto the balcony and handing her a full drink. "Because It would really be a waste for both of us to be sitting alone tonight."

"To not being alone on a night like this," she said, raising her glass.

"Especially when there's such a beautiful woman so close," I added, clinking my glass against hers.

I saw her blush as she took a drink, and she replied, "Well, thank you."

As I looked at her again, I noticed that she had undone two more buttons on the front of her dress, and I could now see a little lace peeking over the top.

"What?" she asked, seeing me look at her.

"Nothing," I answered. "I'm just enjoying my view."

"Stop it," she said, blushing again.

"Am I making you feel uncomfortable?" I asked, not wanting to scare her off.

"Uncomfortable?" she responded. "No, not uncomfortable."

"At least, not in a bad way," she added softly. 

"I'm making you uncomfortable, in a GOOD way?" I asked, teasing her.

"Kind of," she replied. "Between the Margaritas and your smooth talking, I'm getting a little...warm."

"Well, we have a whole pitcher of Margaritas, and we can't let those go to waste, so would you like me to stop my 'smooth talking'?" I asked, smiling at her.

"Not at all," she replied, smiling back. "It's been a long time since a man's complimented me like this."

"That's a shame," I told her.

"So why haven't I seen any of your 'friends' around lately?" Veronica asked, trying to change the subject. "Honestly?" I replied, "I just decided that I wanted more than just a momentary fling. Don't get me wrong, the 'sex simply to have sex' concept has it's upsides, but I still think that it's more enjoyable when it's with someone that you care about, and want to be around for more than just sex."

"The 'friends-with-benefits' type of relationship?" she asked, eyebrows raised.

"That's one way to put it, yes," I answered. "At our age, we can get to be too busy to have a 'traditional' relationship, but I don't see any reason why we can't still make love with a friend, but not be IN love with them."

Veronica didn't say anything while she sipped her drink and looked at me. 

"I've scared you," I said after a couple of minutes.

"Not at all," she replied. "To tell you the truth, I'm intrigued."

"Oh, really?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. "Intrigued, how?"

"Well, considering that I AM too busy to have a 'traditional' relationship sometimes, that I haven't had sex in...WAY too long, I'm very attracted to you, and I'm very horny right now, well, you do the math," she said, smiling at me and standing up.

I was speechless as I watched her walk into my apartment, carrying her glass and swaying her hips. Seconds later, I jumped up, grabbed my glass and the pitcher, and followed her inside.

She was leaning against my kitchen island with her feet crossed at her ankles when I walked in. 

I was smiling as I walked up to her, and I reached around her with each arm, putting the glasses and pitcher on the top.

As I placed my hands on her lower back, I leaned in to kiss her. She put her hands on my chest and held me away for a second.

"We need to get a couple of things straight, before anything happens," she told me, looking me in the eyes.

"I do not want to be just another notch on your belt, or your bedpost," she said. "If this is just a one-night-stand, the forget it," she continued. "I like you, a lot, and if we're good together, I want this to be a regular thing...or as regular as our schedules allow."

I took a half-step back and lifted my shirt above my waist. "First, I don't wear a belt, and as you'll hopefully soon see, I have no notches on my bedpost."

"Second, I don't want this to be a one-night-stand either," I said. "I find you extremely attractive, both physically and mentally, and that is what I'm looking for. And if we ARE good together, you can bet that this will be a regular thing."

Veronica smiled back at me, and said, "Good," just before she pulled my arms in and kissed me.

I heard, and felt, a soft moan as our lips molded together and our bodies pressed up against each other. Her arms wrapped around my body, and I slipped mine around her.

My hands started to slide up and down her back as our tongues danced together, and I noticed that I didn't feel any bra strap, and only a slight waistband for a pair of panties.

Our kiss started to increase in intensity and Veronica's hands began to travel across my back. One hand slid down and cupped my ass, and she pulled me in, hard and tight.

When she felt the bulge of my hardening cock press against her mound, Veronica moaned into my mouth and opened her legs slightly, pressing back against me. 

She slid a hand down and cupped my ass, pulling me in tighter to her body. I slid a hand down also, and cupped her ass, giving it a gentle squeeze and pulling her hips forward.

I then brought both hands in between our bodies and started to slowly unbutton her dress. Veronica moaned softly as I reached the bottom button, and opened up the dress. 

She released my ass and brought her arms to her sides as she shook the dress from her shoulders. I could see her chest rising and falling as her breathing got heavy. 

I smiled at her as I looked her body up and down. She stood before me in a pink camisole and a pair of matching loose-fitting shorts, cut high on her long legs.

"Wow," I said softly, stepping back in to her.

"Ohhhhhh," she moaned in reply, as I took her in my arms and kissed her again.

As I continued to hold her, she brought her arms up and started to unbutton my shirt. When it was completely open, I slid it off of my shoulders and let it drop to the floor behind me. 

I pulled her back to me and started kissing her again as she slid her hands along my chest, and then down to my waist. I held on firmly to her waist, sliding my fingers underneath the bottom of her camisole.

I backed my hips up as she started to undo my pants, not removing my lips from hers. She moaned again as my shorts dropped to the floor, and I stepped out of them, as she held on to my hips tightly.

My cock was rock hard and causing a large tent in my boxers as Veronica slid one hand down the front and gently squeezed it.

Pulling her lips from mine, she let out a soft gasp and a moan as she wrapped her fingers around my shaft, and the look in her eyes was one of pure want. With one hand still on my chest, she pushed me back slightly and looked down at her other hand.

As she started to squeeze my cock, I slowly slid my hands up over her camisole, until my thumbs were touching the bottom of her full breasts.

She sighed softly and her body shuddered as I slid my thumb up and over her breasts, lightly passing over her stiff, satin-covered nipples.

I leaned back in and kissed her soft lips, and then started to kiss my way down her neck. She held firmly to my head as I continued my way down her chest, pulling me in tight when my lips reached her stiff nipples, pushing out against the satin.

Veronica gasped again as I started to suck on her nipples, and her hand clamped around my hard shaft.

She started squeezing and stroking my cock through my boxers as I slid my hands down the sides of her body.

I softly nipped at her nipples with my teeth as my hands slid up her covered belly, until I was cupping her breasts in my hands.

"Ohhhhhhh!" she moaned, reaching her hand inside my fly and grasping my cock, as I held her tits up, pushing them even higher against her silky top.

I then pushed her tits together, getting her nipples as close to each other as possible, and I teased both of them at the same time, flicking my tongue across her top and getting the satin nice and wet.

Veronica raised her arms, reluctantly sliding her hand out of my shorts and releasing my hard pole, as I lifted the silky fabric over her head and dropped it on the floor. 

She moaned again as the cool air hit her moist nipples. I reached down and started to slide her panties down, but she grabbed my hands, stopping me.

Smiling at me, she reached her hands to my boxers, and knelt in front of me. When she was on her knees, she slowly started to slide my shorts down my legs.

Her eyes locked onto my hard cock as it sprung free, and she reached up and wrapped her fingers around my thick shaft.

"Mmmmm," she moaned, as she gently began to stroke the length of my rod. Looking back up at me, Veronica leaned in and began to wrap her lips around the head of my cock and slid her mouth down my shaft.

"Ohh yeah!" I moaned as I felt her warm, wet mouth surround me. I felt her moan around my cock as she tried to work her lips as far down my shaft as she could, and then started to slide them up and down my cock.

She quickly started moving her head faster, causing her long, auburn hair to go flying, as she began to work her magic on me. 

I soon discovered that Veronica had an amazing talent as she bobbed her head along my pole. I had to reach out and hold on to the island top for support as she continued to suck my cock, because I felt my knees buckling when she passed her lips tightly over the rim around the head.

"Oh my god," I gasped, when she began to concentrate on that sensitive area. "Baby, I've got to sit down, or my legs are gonna give out," I told her. "That just feels so good!" 

"Hhmmm," she chuckled as she engulfed my entire shaft. She then backed up and let my cock pop from her mouth.

"Ok, where do you want to go?" she asked, as she started to stroke my cock, wet and shiny with her saliva.

"Would you prefer the bedroom, or the living room?" I asked, watching as she flicked her tongue along the bottom of my shaft.

"I want our first time to be in a bed," she told me, standing and grabbing onto my cock, leading my to my bedroom. "Besides, I want to make sure that you don't have any notches on your bedpost."

I had to chuckle at that as I followed her down the hall towards my room. 

When we reached my bed, she turned my back to it and started to push me down onto the mattress. Instead, I grabbed on to her wrists and pulled her down with me.

She yelped as she fell on top of me and laughed. "What do you think you're doing?" she asked softly, as I rolled her onto her back.

"Just this," I told her, as I started kissing her throat and working my way down the length of her body.

Veronica sighed as I flicked my tongue across her stiff nipples and then continued down her belly.

"But, I wasn't done yet," she gasped when I reached her belly button. "I like sucking your cock. It's nice and thick, and stretches my mouth SO nice!"

"I'll let you continue," I told her, "just as soon as I even us both out."

With that, I started to slide her panties down her long legs, softly kissing her skin as I exposed it.

"Ohhhhh!" she whimpered when I reached the top of her mound. "Ok. I'll let you."

I continued sliding her panties down, kissing the length of one leg, until I pulled them off and tossed them on the floor. I then kissed my way back up the other leg, aiming towards her sparsely covered mound.

As I kissed my way up her inner thigh, she moaned loudly and opened her legs. When I reached the edge of her pussy, I saw how wet she was as her lips opened up for me. 

"Oh yeaaahhhhhhh!" she gasped when she felt my tongue slide up her slit, from her wet pussy slowly up to her stiff clit, dragging her juices along with it.

Her hips jumped, and she reached down and held my head when my tongue flicked alongside her clit.

"OHHHH!" she yelped, holding my head tighter as my tongue circled the hood of flesh covering her sensitive bud. 

Veronica started moving her hips up and down, back and forth, as I flicked my tongue around and across her pussy for a couple of minutes, until I took a long, slow lick, starting at her ass and working my way back up to her clit.

"Ohhhh yessssssss!" she moaned, pulling my face in tight to her wet slit. "That feels so goodddd!"

I started flicking my tongue, soft and fast, along the right side and tip of her clit, and she let out a long, soft sigh.

"Oh my god! That feels so good!" she moaned softly. "Don't stop!"

I continued to work on her clit, changing speed, pressure, and location as she moved her hips faster and started moaning louder.

I brought my hand up between her legs and gently placed a finger right at the wet opening to her pussy. She breathed in sharply when she felt the tip of my finger start to wiggle just inside her seeping hole as my tongue worked on the tip of her clit.

"Oh yeahhh!" she gasped as I slid my finger deeper inside her. I applied pressure on the top wall of her wet hole, and she started bucking her hips harder.

As her moaning got louder and her breathing got heavier, I started sliding my finger in and out of her pussy.

"Yess!" she gasped as I applied more pressure with my finger. "Oh, yeahh!"

As I slid my finger back, I quickly added a second finger, and slid them both deep inside her. I held them deep in her wet pussy and started wiggling both of them separately, reaching around her pubic bone and stroking her pussy.




The Neighbors



NOTE: I tend to post longer stories that are more deeply character based, so if you're looking for a quick one, turn back now. I hope you all enjoy PART 1. If I receive some welcome feedback, I may continue this story. Please read the CONTAINS note beneath so you don't find yourself accidentally offended. This is just fantasy after all...

{CONTAINS: corruption, innocent, married, milf, fingering, domination, blowjob, rough blowjob, facial, cum, cumshot, swallowing, dirty talk, masturbation, toys, bath, lesbian, redhead, babysitter fantasy, cum-slut fantasy, married fantasy]


"Thanks again for all of your help, Lana," Tina said to Lana.

Lana was Tina and Mark's neighbor. She just moved in a month back, a spritely little thing with long red locks and a fair complexion. Her voluptuous breasts were always bursting beneath her outfits, aching for freedom. She had a gorgeous smile and looks that stopped traffic any day of the week. Lana was a student teacher that had just graduated from the local University, though was still having trouble making ends meet. Tina and Mark overhead her stating her troubles over the phone in the laundry room one night when they decided to hire her as their part time babysitter. Tina and Mark had an infant son that they needed looked after while they went out on their weekly date night every Thursday night.

Tina didn't look like a mother, though. She was a rail thin, brunette with sharp features, piercing eyes, and short-cropped hair. She always dressed like a model and looked more like 21, then 31, which she actually was. Her husband, Mark, was a good-looking contractor with olive skin and dark features. Over a shared Martini one night, after babysitting, Tina had explained to Lana that she had met Mark while still in college. Tina and Lana quickly became friends and Lana really looked up to her as she considered Tina not only to be one of the cooler girls she had ever met, but one of the most mature and outgoing.

On a few occasions, they went out together to paint the town red. Other nights they stayed in and talked. Lana came to realize that Mark and Tina were that rare exception, a couple which truly loved each other. Lana envied them and boasted constantly about how she would be lucky to have what they had one day. However, due to her recent move and busy schedule, her love life had reached a rather embarrassing dry patch of late. And because of this, Lana developed a rather innocent crush on Mark (Mr. Saunders she still insisted on calling him). She knew Tina knew. Knew, and didn't care since it was just a schoolyard crush. That's what she liked about Tina... trust. She could tell her anything, and found, on many occasions, that she did. She was truly lucky to have both her and Mark in her life.

Mark and Tina were the best neighbors Lana could ask for. They were always there for her, even when she wasn't babysitting.

Thursday rolled around and Lana was once again glued to the television once again, just trying to kill time while Tina and Mark's little child slept soundly upstairs. When Tina and Mark finally returned home around midnight, they checked on their baby and thanked Lana after paying her.

"No problem, Mr. Saunders," she said.

"I really wish you'd call me Mark," he said.

"I'm afraid I just can't," she replied through a thin smile.

"But you can call my wife by her first name? Mr. Saunders... my Dad was Mr. Saunders. You make me feel old," he replied coyly. "Come, I'll walk you back to your door."

This was their routine. He insisted on walking her back to her door, just to be a gentleman. God, how could she not have a crush on this guy, she wondered? No wonder Tina was in love.

As they exited the apartment, Mark stopped Lana halfway between her door and their own.

"Lana, wait..."

Lana turned.

"There's something I'd like to ask you, well... it was something that Tina wanted me to ask you really," Mark admitted.

Lana scrunched up here face and looked up at Mark with inquisitive eyes.

"What's that? Why couldn't she just ask me herself?"

"Well, she's somewhat embarrassed, actually..." Mark stated.

Lana raised an eyebrow. "Embarrassed? Since when!"

"Well, she knows you're an adult and all. I mean, she's told me that she can have adult conversations with you and all... of course she won't tell me details, she respects your privacy... but she thinks very highly of you and thinks you're very mature for your age... which is why she wants to ask you this. But she wanted me to tell you that if this jeopardizes your friendship with her, she is truly sorry and wants you to understand."

Lana shook her head, taking it all in. None of it was making sense.

"Jeopardizes our friendship? What is it, Mr. Saunders? What's going on!"

Mark sighed heavily and leaned in close to Lana.

"Tina wanted to know if you'd like to come over tonight and have a drink while you watched her give me a blowjob."

Lana blinked, unsure that she had just heard the man she though she knew so well correctly.

"What?"

"I don't mean to offend you, but my wife has taken quite a liking to you and wanted to ask you. She thought you deserved to know that she wanted it to be you. We have quite an adventuresome sex life, and well, she was curious if you weren't seeing anybody, and if you were interested... if you wanted to come over and have an unforgettable night with us. It'd mean the world to her, and to me of course..." Mark admitted.

"Wow! Oh wow! Oh my God! I can't believe... I mean... she wants me... to watch her..."

"Very much so. We've talked about it a lot lately."

Lana shook her head incredulously.

"You've talked to Tina about having me watch her... give you a blowjob?"

"Yes, it's quite a turn on. I hope you don't mind my saying I think you're very beautiful and I'm very attracted to you. We're not asking you to participate unless that was something you were absolutely sure you were interested in. We just want you to watch..."

Lana considered, no longer sure what to think of the neighbors she thought she knew so well.

"Uh, well... I mean, gosh, if it's something you both want... and she wants it... then... sure, what the hell!"

"Great! Tina will be thrilled you said yes!"

And then Mark led Lana back to their apartment.

Mark led Lana to the kitchen counter where he told her to wait and then excused himself to the bedroom where Tina was presumably since she wasn't anywhere else to be seen. Lana waited there, butterflies in her stomach. What the hell had she just agreed to, she wondered? Was she really about to watch her neighbors, and one of her good friends performing a sex act like some perverted voyeur or porn star? Was Tina an exhibitionist? Did she really want this, or was this all Mark's fantasy? Something in the pit of her stomach told her that it was, in fact, Tina...

"Okay, we're ready for you..." Mark called out from down the hall.

Well, this was it, she figured. Lana got up and strutted down the hall to the master bedroom door, which was ajar. She pushed it open and saw Mark and Tina standing against the foot of their bed, both wearing expensive silk robes. Lana met eyes with Tina who smiled thinly at her.

"I bet you're asking yourself a million questions right now, girl," Tina said.

"I am. I didn't realize you guys thought so highly of me..."

"You have no idea how long we've both wanted this. We were both just so nervous to ask you, but I mean it when I say I don't want this to affect our friendship. If you're not entirely comfortable... you don't have to do this," Tina said.

Lana considered.

"I'm already here. I think it'd be weirder if I left at this point..."

Tina smiled.

"Okay, just so you're comfortable, Lana, I want to make sure you know exactly what is going to happen so you don't get too shocked. I don't want to make you uncomfortable or push you too far. I want you to know exactly what to expect, okay?" Tina said.

"Okay..."

"Good. Then here's what's going to happen. I'm going to take off my robe in a second, meaning I'm going to be naked throughout this whole thing. So will my husband. I'm going to get on my knees and give him an incredibly passionate and really sloppy blowjob. He might get really into it and I might even let him fuck my mouth and take full control during the act. Are you okay with that?" Tina asked.

"Wow! You get right to the point... uh, yeah, sure. I still can't believe I'm about to do this..."

"You're going to have fun, I promise."

Just hearing Tina talk about giving Mark a sloppy blowjob made pussy tingle in a way that almost felt alien to her. Butterflies were fluttering in her stomach as she considered how horny she really was.

"Also, I'm going to let Mark give me a facial at the end of this all. That won't offend you, will it?"

"Uh... no, I suppose not..."

"You know what a facial is, right, Lana?"

"I think so. That's when the guy cums on your face, right?"

"Right. Well, I just wanted to make sure. Some women don't like it, but others, like myself, love it... and I know my husband loves painting my face with his sperm, so anyway... he's going to cover my face at the end and then he's going to finger me until I cum... if I haven't gotten myself off already. Is that alright too?"

Lana's panties were starting to dampen.

"I guess it's going to have to be..."

Tina smiled.

"You don't have to do anything but sit there and watch everything..."

"Okay, sounds fine..."

And with that, Tina slipped the belt from around her silk robe and tossed it at Lana playfully.

"Why don't you sit in the bed here and just watch..."

Lana moved over to the bed and sat up on it.

"Make yourself comfortable, Lana. That's what this is all about after all," Mark stated.

Lana nodded and then lied down across the length of the bed and pulled up a pillow to rest on. She licked her lips in anticipation of what was going to happen next.

"You might want to take notes, Lana. My wife knows how to suck a cock like nothing you've ever seen..."

Lana burst out laughing, but her cheeks flushed from embarrassment.

"Oh my Gosh..."

Tina smiled and then pulled the robe away from her body and let it slip down around her body. Lana's heart began racing as she saw the beautiful wife, completely nude. She had small perky breasts with dark brown nipples standing at full attention and a flat stomach. Her eyes went wide as they fell to her pussy, completely bald. She obviously shaved recently or had a waxing done. It was incredibly hot since she could see her lips hiding between her legs and her aching clit hiding between. Tina smiled at Lana knowing that she was drinking her in, staring at her most private part. That was all the confidence she needed. Tina then dropped to her knees as her husband de-robed, his semi-erect penis hanging freely in front of her face. His penis was meaty, his bush neatly trimmed. The head was engorged already, aching for the attention of Tina's mouth.

Lana watched as Tina positioned herself in front of her husband's cock and grabbed the meaty object in her hand. She ran her hands all over it, slowly massaging it and kneading it like dough. It slowly, very slowly grew in her grip. Mark moaned and groaned as he looked down at his wife who mouthed, "I love you" to him.

Lana began to feel her pussy dampen even more. She shifted uneasily on the bed, attempting to shake the feeling. But damn, she was staring right at her crush's large cock being kneaded through her friend's brittle little fingers. She wanted to touch it so badly, but she couldn't keep her eyes off of Tina's body. How did she keep that figure? God, her pussy looked so tight for being a Mom. She wondered how often they did this, and how often her name came up. The thoughts made Lana's pussy moisten even more. 

"Doesn't mu husband have a magnificent cock?" Tina asked, looking up at Lana, her husband's dick in her hand.

"Mmm, yes, it's nice..." was all that Lana could manage.

Tina met eyes with Mark who smiled down at her. Then she opened her mouth and took her husband's penis into it. Mark exhaled in relief as he found solace inside the warmth of his wife's hot, wet mouth. Tina felt her husband grow inside her mouth and straighten to attention. She looked over to Lana with Mark's dick stuffed deep into her mouth and gave her a wink that caused the redhead to blush. Tina wrapped a hand around her husband's base and then began to bob up and down on him as he finally grew to full length. Lana could see Mark had incredible girth, and also noticed that Tina had a firm little ass every time she repositioned herself.

"Doesn't my wife have an incredible ass, Lana?"

Mark had caught her staring.

"Yes, its very nice. I wish mine was that nice," Lana admitted.

"Yours is just perfect, Lana. Don't you agree, sweetheart?"

"Mmmfffmm..." was all Tina could manage as she continued to blow her husband.

Tina took her husband out of her mouth and then began to lick all around his engorged head, twirling her tongue in circles around it, and then guiding it back into the welcoming warmth of her mouth. Mark felt at home inside his wife's mouth, but he craved deeper pleasures that only the back of his wife's throat could provide. So, Mark took his wife's head in his hands and guided himself past her gag-reflex and tonsils and pushed deep into her throat. Tina gagged on his cock immediately as saliva spilled out the sides of her mouth and her eyes watered over. Mark held her head tightly in place as Lana became nervous for Tina's well being, but then he released her and she was free of her husband, exhaling in relief.

"My wife has a talent for deep-throating me..." Mark admitted.

The use of language and dirty talk sent sparks flying through Lana's head, and electricity surging toward her groin. Her pussy was so wet that she knew her panties had soaked through. She hoped her jeans didn't soak through and give her secret away. "Wow... I thought she was going to choke..." Lana admitted.

"Nope, just a little..." Tina admitted as she returned to the aching cock covered in her own saliva. Lana found her hand on her breasts instinctively and was crossing her legs in a futile effort to stem the flow of hormones in her body. She wanted to touch her own pussy so badly, but she was too embarrassed, and not nearly as adventuresome as the couple in front of her. The first thing she was going to do when she got home was tear off her clothes and masturbate to blowjob porn like a horny teenage boy until she exploded all over her desk chair and collapsed on the bed, naked, from the impact of her orgasm. She imagined herself waking hours later, covered in a thin film of dried sweat and desire, her pussy still leaking. Why didn't she own a vibrator, she wondered?

"Lana, I hope this isn't too forward, but is this turning you on?"

Lana was back to Earth, watching her friend Tina suck her husband's dick right in front of her.

"Uh, no... I mean, yes, a little that is..."

"You look a little distracted and flushed. Don't let us hinder your own pleasure. If you need to do something to relieve that feeling, go right ahead..." Tina managed.

"What do you mean?" Lana asked innocently enough.

"If you need to masturbate..." Mark said as he slipped his cock back into Tina's mouth.

"Uh... I don't know..." Lana said, whole-heartedly unsure of the implications of Tina's insinuations.

Tina slipped her husband's cock from her mouth once again.

"I think it would be really hot to watch you touching your hot little pussy while I did this..."

"You do?"

"Well, hey," Tina began, gesturing to the soaking cock pointing right at her face. A long stream of saliva and pre-cum connected it to her mouth. "I'm completely nude and sucking my husband off right in front of you. My pussy is practically dripping on the carpet. If you got naked, it's not like you'd be in any further over your head than us. Besides, my husband is dying to see you na..." Mark stuffed his cock back into his wife's mouth without warning and began to slowly fuck her mouth.

"You want to see me naked, Mr. Saunders?" Lana asked.

"Oh God... I mean, yes, of course. I'd love to see what you looked... wow... looked like naked."

Mark kept drilling his wife's mouth as she finally gave up control and let her hands fall to her hairless cunt, running her hands all over her swollen clit and then deep into her sopping hole. Lana saw that Tina wasn't exaggerating. Tina was not just soaking wet, she was dripping all over her hands from excitement. Lana just watched as Mark's penis literally punched in and out of Tina's mouth like a piston, Tina's mascara running down her face. She started to make the most awful noise as she gagged on the cock being forced down her throat when Mark finally released Tina.

But she didn't stop rubbing herself for a second.

"We've both been dying to know if your drapes match your carpet... or if you have any carpet at all..." Tina finally managed while catching her breath.

"Oh my Gosh!!"

"At least tell us," Tina exclaimed as she repositioned herself and spread her legs wide, showing off her soaking wet pussy to Lana. Her lips were swollen and dark, her slit soaking wet. Tina's hands were covered in her own juices. Occasionally, she dripped onto the carpet as she kept frigging her clit like a crazed animal.

"You can see me..."

Lana swallowed hard as she accidentally unbuttoned her jeans. Had she meant to do that, she wondered?

"I do have a carpet... I like to keep a little landing strip." And with that, Lana slipped her hand inside her pants and beneath her underwear. "I want anyone who sees me naked to know I'm a natural redhead I guess..."

Tina kept rubbing away at her pussy as she watched Lana difficultly rubbing herself to the sight. Her husband stepped in and smeared his pre-cum all over Tina's forehead and she reveled in the act. Lana finally had had enough and pulled her hand from her pants and pulled up her shirt and slipped it off, revealing her lacy black bra beneath. She then unzipped her pants and hooked her fingers into the waistband and dragged them down her milky white thighs and tossed them across the room. She was wearing a pair of red panties that had obviously long since soaked through.

"Wow, looks like you soaked through those in no time, Lana," Mark stated.

Lana blushed.

"I guess I'm having a little more fun than I'm willing to admit here..."

Lana unhooked her bra and pulled it off her large, milky white breasts. She had large pink aureoles and rock hard nipples. She then slipped out of her panties, revealing a small, neatly trimmed landing strip of bright red pubic hair standing guard just above her clitoris, which currently ached for more attention.

"Spread your legs, Lana... I want to see the most private part of your body."

Lana spread her legs, revealing her beat red pussy aching for attention. Her own slit was soaking wet, her lips flushed and screaming for desire. Then, Lana found her fingers between her legs and lost herself to the moment as she began to rub her clit in front of Tina.

"Spread your lips, Lana. Show me the inside of that beautiful flower," Tina stated, using her fingers to spread her lips wide. Lana's eyes went wide, her pussy racing to conclusions as she saw the pink inside Tina's hole. Lana smiled and then spread her own lips for Tina who, in turn, saw Lana's own pink.

"Lana, why don't you use my wife's vibrator..." Mark suggested.

"That's a wonderful..." but Mark was back in Tina's mouth and she returned to her main goal. She started bobbing up and down on Mark, faster and faster, the room now tainted with the smell of sex. Tina took her husband out of her mouth and spat all over his dick. He then dragged it back across her face, smearing her makeup even more, and spreading more pre-cum across the bridge of her nose, across her right cheek, and all over her lips. Her face now glistened in the dim light, Lana could see.




The Neighbors



"She keeps it in the top drawer over there..."

Lana got up and stepped over to the dresser and opened it, a large bright pink vibrator staring right at her. But that didn't seem nearly as exciting as the stack of photos sitting beside the sex toy. Had they meant for her to see this, she wondered?

Mark and Tina both took in the sight and smiled devilishly at one another, both drawn to the redhead's perfect bubble butt, her naked backside fully exposed to them. She had fallen right into their trap.

"What are these..." she asked as she looked at the photos.

"Oh, I forgot those were in there," Mark said as Tina took the initiative and threw herself onto her husband, the whole of him flying back in her mouth, over her tongue and down her throat. She was impaling her mouth on it knowing what Lana was looking at, rubbing herself so hard that she was now leaking onto the carpet, a small wet spot growing beneath her spread legs.

Lana picked up the photos, the first one staring right at her seemingly a hardcore candid of Tina with a familiar penis stuffed deep in her mouth.

She flipped to the next photo - another blowjob candid, and then another...

"Wow, you took photos..."

And that's when the next photo shocked her. It hit her like a ton of bricks in the chest and took her breath away almost simultaneously.

It was a picture of Tina, her neighbor and friend, her face covered in a thick, bright white substance that she immediately recognized as semen.

Her face was drenched, completely covered. The substance was covered all over her forehead, and even plastered across her left eye. It dripped down both cheeks and awkwardly hung down from her chin. Some of it stuck to her nose and lips. There were awkward strings of it splattered in her hair and across her neck also. She looked like a glazed donut. What was most shocking too, was that Tina was smiling devilishly at the camera the whole time. Lana's face flushed and her heart pounded...

"Your face is... covered...in cum!"

"Yeah, that's what my husband is about to do to me!" Tina managed after she pulled the penis from her mouth.

Lana flipped through another couple photos, more candids of the same facial. Lana took the vibrator, and, without thinking about it, took it to her sopping wet cunt and shoved it in with so much force that she almost collapsed. She peeled through another photo, the next one depicting Tina with her husband's dick in her mouth, cum running further down her face.

Lana just lost herself to the feeling of Tina's vibrator penetrating her pussy, an impending orgasm building deep inside her sopping cunt. She wondered if Tina had washed the toy after she used it last, or if she was mixing her friends juices with her own. She reveled in the thought and wished she had smelled it first before tainting the object by shoving it insider of her.

"A girlfriend of mine let her boyfriend cum on her face, but she said she didn't like it... oh my God, this feels amazing... because... she felt degraded she said..."

"Some girls aren't comfortable enough to enjoy it, but I love it. I know my husband loves me, so how could I feel degraded if its what he wants?" Tina managed.

Mark then slapped his cock all over his wife's face as she started to laugh playfully. He then grabbed a fistful of her hair and slammed his cock so hard into the back of her throat that she gagged on it. Then he held her head in place and turned to Lana. 

"Lana, here, Tina wanted you to watch her face get fucked..."

Lana turned and watched as Mark began to piston in and out of her friend neighbor's mouth with such force and power that she thought he might as well have been fucking her pussy. Tina continued to rub herself haphazardly as her own orgasm began to build deep in her pussy, her whole body turning to electricity. Lana watched the cock rocket in and out of Tina's mouth as saliva spilled all over her chest and dripped down toward her naval. Her makeup was ruined, her hair a mess.

Lana turned back to the pictures and flipped through them some more... the next one depicted Tina scooping her husband's seed off her face and gathering it into her mouth for show... the next one depicted her mouth full of sperm... the next one had her sticking out her tongue, no more cum in her mouth... presumably she had swallowed.

"God, you swallowed it too. You must really love cum..."

"My wife loves it! She doesn't like to waste a single drop."

Mark kept fucking Tina's mouth, the unflattering sounds turning him on further, the wet spot beneath Tina's legs growing even more as she continued to assault her own clit.

Lana felt her own orgasm impending as she finally turned back to the debauchery behind her. Mark met her eyes and drank in the image of her naked, nubile body.

"I want you... Oh my God... I want you..." Lana finally admitted as she nearly collapsed, the vibrator reaching new depths and shocking her g-spot to attention. It felt like Heaven on Earth.

"What do you want Lana?" Mark asked.

"I want you to... do that to me..." she said, gesturing to the photos.

Mark stopped, the sound of his dick exploding out of his wife's wet mouth creating a popping noise. She coughed for air and collapsed to her hands. When she turned back to Lana, still recovering from the assault on her mouth, she didn't even recognize her. Tina's hair was matted up, dried pre-cum smeared over her features, pre-cum and saliva smeared all around her lips and chin. Lana just looked at her lustfully...

"Would you let Mr. Saunders do that to me... if it's alright... Jesus..."

She kept impaling herself, occasionally pulling out the object and dragging it all up and down her labia. Tina smiled devilishly and held out her hand. Lana looked at her confusedly and then she realized what the hot wife wanted... her vibrator back. She smiled nervously and then gave it to her, soaked in her juices and scent. Tina smiled and then ran it under nose, inhaling the intoxicating scent of the babysitter's aroma. She then stuck it in her mouth and licked it clean.

"What do you want my husband to do to you?" Tina asked.

"I want him to give me a facial..."

"Are you sure?"

"Uh, yes, I don't know... I mean, I think it looks really fucking hot."

"Lana, if you commit to this, you can't just go running to the bathroom and wash it off. I've been doing a lot of the work here, and I'm glad you could help... but I really want this cum more than you can know... but I'm willing to share if you promise to go all in on this."

"What do you mean... all in?"

"If my husband is going to give..." Mark shoved his cock back in his wife's mouth and then pulled it out and slapped her across the face with it.

"Thank you, honey... where was I... if I am going to allow this, you are going to take it like a proper little cum-slut and beg for every last drop. After he's done, we're both going to want to admire our... well... his handiwork."

"Covering a woman in your cum is like painting. Half the fun is admiring your work after you're done," Mark admitted.

"So do you think you'd be fine leaving a load of my husband's semen on your face for the rest of the night?" Tina asked genuinely.

"God yes! Please! I really need this!"

"Would you like your photo taken too?" Tina asked.

"Yes!"

Tina smiled as Mark began stroking himself in front of her.

"Then come down here..."

Lana bent down to Mark and was immediately bitten by the intoxicating smell and musky aroma of the large throbbing dick pulsating before her face. There was another smell that seemed more pungent, a smell Lana suspected was her friend Tina's sopping pussy.

"Then go ahead, grab it and beg him for it..."

Lana reached out and squeezed Mark's erect penis, testing the foreign object in her nimble hands. Mark cried out.

"He's really sensitive at this point," Tina stated. "You need to beg him for your facial if you're going to get it, darling."

Lana nodded.

"Mr. Saunders, will you give me my first facial?"

Mark began stroking himself in front of her face.

"Are you sure you want it?"

"I am."

"I don't believe you... I think I'll cum on my wife, I know she wants it..." Mark turned and pointed his aching cock into the path of his wife's face.

"No!" Lana shouted as she pulled the dick back toward her own face. "I really want you to cover my face. I want you to paint my face with your sperm and dominate me! Make me your little cum-slut like your wife. Teach me how to be like her..."

"That's better..."

"God, I want this so bad, I want to be covered in cum! I want..."

And then Mark screamed.

Mark cried out and then something happened that Lana did not expect – a thick burst of cold white liquid exploded into her forehead followed by a series of thick white rivulets that shot out like ropes and splattered across her face. The first rope landed in her hair and strung all the way down her forehead, across the bridge of her nose, and cheek. The second rope landed on her lips and across her chin. Tina smiled in delight as she finally took control of her own orgasm and exploded on her hand just as another jet of thick white cum struck Lana in the right eye and splattered across her other virgin cheek. Mark then grabbed Lana's head with such force that it caught her off guard. He continued to shoot thick ropes of semen all over Lana's long red locks, across her cheeks, back across her forehead, and all over her lips... Lana then exploded in orgasm as she nearly collapsed.

Mark shook off the remaining drops into Lana's hair and across her forehead as he finally collapsed to his knees.

And that's when they got the camera...

--

Later, Tina walked back into the room with a cup of coffee for Mark lying on the bed, penis mostly flaccid, still soaked in his wife's saliva. She was a mess, but nothing compared to Lana who lied beside Mark, completely nude and covered in cum.

"How do you feel?" she asked.

"Wow..." the sweat had mixed with Mark's cum and had liquefied on her face. Her right eye was permanently sealed shut, the taste of semen etched into her lips forever. She felt like a whore, she had to admit, but she sort of liked it.

"You've never looked more beautiful, Lana. Having a face full of cum is humbling isn't it?" Tina asked.

"To say the least..." she exhaled.

"Right now, you belong to my husband."

"Belong?"

"Cumming on a woman's face is a man's way of marking his territory... right now he's marked you. Are you comfortable belonging to my husband?

"Wow... uh, yes..." Lana breathed, looking over at Mark who was obviously still recovering from his massive orgasm that continued to drip down her face.

"Great, then you're a proper little cum-slut. Why don't you go draw yourself a bath and give my husband and I a little privacy now. Bath crystals are already out, sound good?"

Lana considered and then nodded. Mark turned and watched the cum-faced redhead slip out of bed, her supple ass bouncing up and done a top both thighs all the way to their private bathroom. He turned back to Tina who smiled devilishly, her face matted with dried sweat and pre-cum. Much of her hair was matted awkwardly to her forehead and cheeks, her mascara still stained down her cheeks from the rough throat fucking she had received.

"God, you look so beautiful," he breathed.

--

Lana soaked in a tub filled with Epsom salt, bath crystals, and bubble bath solution that had all been laid out for her on the carpeted floor before the tub. Sensual shadows danced on the walls around her, illuminated and brought to life by scented candles that burned away on the marble counters outside the tub (they had also been laid out for her with a lighter). Clearly, Tina and Mr. Saunders had thought of everything to accommodate the guest they planned to seduce. But Lana wasn't complaining as she slipped further into the warm water. Mark's cum had all but dried or run down her face by now, but she still felt the sticky mess left in its wake. But she dared not wash it away. There was something about keeping it on her face that excited her and made her feel naughty. It was so forbidden. She closed her eyes and let her fingers wander over her breasts beneath the rippling water and down toward her naval. She ran her fingers through her pubic hair and teased the nub where her clit now hid, slowly pulling her lips apart and dragging her fingers over herself in an attempt to arouse herself one more time...

The door opened which shocked Lana from personal fantasy. She turned over in the bath and saw Tina standing, nude, in the doorway. She shut the door quietly behind her, revealing that perfect ass to Lana once more, and turned toward her. Something about her appearance seemed slightly distorted in the awkward light, but Lana couldn't quite place it.

"Hey," was all Tina said as she slowly approached her.

"Hey," Lana replied.

"I told Mark to take a shower down the hall. I didn't want it to get to crowded in here, but I hope you don't mind if I join you..."

"Of course not... it's your bath after all."

Tina smiled and stepped into the large bathtub on the opposite end of Lana and awkwardly positioned herself down into the water. When she finally sunk into place, the waterline dancing just over her dark nipples, Lana finally realized why Tina's features had seemed so distorted in the light – her face was now dripping with a thick batch of fresh cum. It was splattered across her forehead and clumped in her hair, hanging down from her eyebrows and oozing down her cheeks. A few rivulets clung to her neck and dripped down her chest toward her small breasts.

"Wow, you look... wow. I didn't think a guy could do that more than once," Lana attempted not to feign shock.

"My husband has excellent stamina and lots of practice. You look like you're still wearing yours... doesn't it feel wonderful?" Tina asked.

"It does, yes."

"Thank you so much again for joining us. Did you have fun?"

"Yes, very much. I never thought I'd do something like this in a million years."

"Well, if you're ever interested in doing something like this again, please let me or Mark know. I know there's plenty more we could show you..."

Tina's eyes were playful and teasing of adventures to come. What debauchery lied behind those eyes, Lana could only guess.

"What do you mean? Like what?"

"Well, my husband is no selfish lover. Today just happen to be his turn to chose, and this was what he chose. But hell, I love it too! But tomorrow night... that's all me, honey!" Tina bit her lip in anticipation.

Lana raised an eyebrow.

"And what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to have him spend all night eating my pussy like it were the last meal he were ever going to get on this planet and cum so hard my muscles are going to go rigid!"

"Wow! That sounds fun!"

"It will be... especially if you end up watching that too."

"I don't think I'll be able to hold myself back for another night. I barely could stop myself from wanting to, well, participate today..." Lana admitted bashfully. Tina just smiled playfully at her.

"Then maybe we're going to have to promote you," Tina said as she repositioned herself and crawled over to Lana, cum spilling down her features and running off her face in thick globules. Lana held her breath as she nuzzled up next to her. She could practically smell Mark's cock on her breath now. The scent of his seed bit into her and drove her wild. A familiar feeling built deep inside the nubile redhead. What was it about Tina that she was so drawn to, anyway? They met eyes and Tina smiled.

"Here, you haven't even tasted yet, have you?" Tina said as she scooped a thick helping of sperm from her temple and held it out on her finger to Lana who looked at it nervously. She looked back to Tina and then took her finger into her own mouth and sucked the foreign substance off it. The sensation was salty and overwhelming, but she loved it... and swallowed it right in front of Tina who smiled devilishly at her.

"What do you think?"

"Yummy!"

And then Tina kissed Lana right on the lips, so hard so that Lana locked them shut. But Tina didn't budge. Lana felt Mark's cum smearing all over her face from Tina's, and something inside her told her to let go – Tina's tongue slipped into her mouth and found her own. Lana played with Tina's tongue inside her mouth as she accepted the sloppy kiss. She began kissing Tina back, which drove Tina wild. She reached out and fondled the redhead's large tits and began squeezing them so hard that Lana almost screamed. Lana began to fondle Tina back, running her fingers over her hard nipples, tracing circles over them and then cupping her breasts awkwardly in her grip. That was all the permission Tina needed as she slid her hand deep beneath the water, over Lana's naval, and through her pubic hair. She pushed Lana's legs as far apart as the tub's length would allow and impaled her fingers inside the redhead – their eyes met – Lana's face was nothing but pure shock.

But it melted into Tina's eyes and Tina knew she had her.

"Why don't you come over tomorrow and let my husband and I take turns eating you over and over..."

"I've never been with a... oh God, that feels so good... have you been with a girl before?" Lana managed as Tina continued to finger her, in and out, in and out, and over and over. Her juices spilled from inside her and mixed with the bath water.

"Nope, you'll be our first, but I've thought about it for a long time and think it would be really fun... and I know Mark would really like it."

"Hmmm, sounds fine...but... I want..."

"You want something?"

Tina now started dragging her fingers across her inner walls and up against her pelvic bone by her g-spot, pressing down harder and harder with each single trace.

"I want to suck your husband's dick... and fuck his brains out, alright!"

Tina smiled and then withdrew her fingers from the redhead's cunt. Lana couldn't tell, but she was pretty sure the married woman was now playing with herself as well.

"I think that can be arranged," Tina said as she drew Lana back into another cum-soaked kiss, immediately plunging her fingers back into Lana. It only took a few more seconds of intense play inside her before her orgasm began building with such intense pressure against her g-spot that she actually tried to stop Tina from finishing – but Tina didn't budge and began fingering her even harder. Lana began to moan and then finally screamed out as she exploded into orgasm with a married woman's fingers inside her husband's cum leaking down both of their faces. A second wave erupted through her and rolled through her groin like a tidal wave that caused Tina just as much pleasure – apparently she had been masturbating as she too broke out in intense pleasure and undeniable ecstasy.

And then everything was calm.

They woke up in each other's arms an hour later when Mark knocked on the door and saw them both. Lana woke first, cheeks flushed from embarrassment. Tina awoke next.

"Hey," Mark whispered. "You two decent in here?" he asked.

"Yes, of course," Tina managed, rubbing the sleep and dried cum from her eyes.

"I think its time to give Lana her present, don't you?" Mark asked. It was then that Lana realized he was still naked, his penis hanging flaccid, but still magnificently between his legs. Lana couldn't help but stare, her mouth watering like Pavlov's Dog. She had tasted him and experienced him, but had not had him. Tomorrow, that would no longer be true. She was sure he knew that she was his too. But wait, what present were they talking about?

"Yes, I almost forgot!"

Tina slipped out of the tub, her nude body painted in the dim candlelight like Aphrodite's – completely flawless.

She watched Tina slip from the room and then met eyes with Mark.




The Neighbors



"I guess you two had fun without me," he said.

"Not as much fun as we're going to have tomorrow..." Lana flirted.

"Good to hear," Mark replied as his wife returned with a small jewel-case protected CD in her hand. She handed it to Lana.

"Here, for you..."

Lana took it from the naked woman before her and looked at it... it was completely blank. She flipped it over for any identifying words or symbols. Nothing. It was just blank. She looked confused.

"Just go home and pop it in your DVD player at home... while you're naked."

Lana smiled.

"I can only imagine what is on this thing..."

"Well the sooner you run home and let us get our beauty sleep, the sooner you'll know. Unfortunately some of us have to work in the morning. But the fun has only just begun..." Tina was now holding out her silk robe for Lana. She looked up at her and then stood up, letting the naked married woman dress her in front of her naked husband. Tina turned her around and drew her into a deep kiss.

"See you tomorrow, kiddo," Tina said.

"See you..." Lana said.

Lana then turned to Mark who was standing at the bathroom door.

"I'm looking forward to tomorrow, Mr. Saunders," she said and then squeezed his cock firmly in her grip. He breathed out heavily. Tina slapped Lana on the bottom.

"You little tease, get out of here!"

Lana smiled and then left the bathroom to gather her clothes off the floor of the bedroom, which reeked of sex. That's when she saw the photos of Tina's facial spread all over the dresser. She turned back to the bathroom.

"I'm taking these photos too..."

"Help yourself!" Tina called back. "Plenty more where those came from!"

Lana nearly collapsed right then and there.

--

When Lana finally got back to her apartment, still wearing Tina's silk robe that seemed to fit, she de-robed and stood naked in her dark living room. She glided on tiptoes across the carpeted floor to turn the thermostat up. Once she had done so, she turned back toward her TV and popped in the mysterious blank disc into her DVD player. A file menu appeared on the screen that Lana selected – the screen immediately filled with an image of Tina, on her knees, nude, in front of her husband who was aiming the camera down at her. Tina smiled up at Mark, just off camera.

"Is it on?"

"It's on."

Tina turned her attention back to the camera.

"Hey, Lana. If you're watching this then that means my husband and I have just had one of the most memorable experiences of our sex life. As a token of our appreciation, we wanted to make you something extra to remember your experience by. We trust that this will stay in your hands and be viewed by you and you alone. So, without further adieu, this is a special POV video in which I'm going to suck my husband's dick dry and then let him shoot the thickest load of cum all over my pretty little face. Afterward, I'm going to let him film me masturbating on camera just for you..."

Lana's heart stopped dead in her chest.

She wasn't going to be getting much sleep tonight.

TO BE CONTINUED...



The Neighbors



"Cathy? How do you stay sane with Jim gone all the time?" April asked her neighbor as they sat at her kitchen table watching her fix us each a cup of hot tea.

As she looked at Cathy, a slightly plump dirty blonde woman who was about the same age (early 40s) dressed in pink shorts and a white cotton blouse, April noticed that her white legs from the back, while larger than her own, were fairly muscular. Cathy walked a great deal in an effort to lose weight and the results of all that walking wear easy to see.

"It is hard sometimes but I've gotten used to it. The kids have adjusted to his absences and I guess I have over time. When we first got married, he was never gone. But these last ten years—I can hardly remember a Tuesday or Wednesday when he's been home."

Cathy walked to the table, carrying the cups with the tea and sat down in the chair adjacent to where April was seated.

April thought for a second as I took a sip of tea.

"Can I ask you a personal question Cathy?"

"Of course."

After a pause, April inquired, "How long have you been married exactly?"

Cathy laughed and said, "That's not personal April. We've been married almost 20 years. It'll be 20 when the fall rolls around." Pausing for a moment, she then continued, "It sure doesn't seem that long."

Looking out the window, April softly said, "That's not exactly the personal question I wanted to ask."

"Well don't be bashful. You know we're good friends and I'll answer anything I can for you," Cathy replied.

"It's hard Cathy. It's really a personal question."

"April: go ahead. If I don't want to answer it, I'll tell you that. But now you've got me really interested to ask me! You're killing me!" she said with a chuckle.

"Okay. But if you get embarrassed, just tell me and I'll run out the front door!" the redhead responded.

"I don't think you'll have to do any running my friend."

"My question is: How is your sex life? I mean, before you answer, let me say that mine is really poor. Eric and I rarely kiss anymore let alone anything more passionate or personal. We love each other but after 25 years, it seems like there is nothing left other than watching each other get undressed."

Cathy looked me in the eye and had a very slight smile on her face. A pleasant smile, not a smirk or anything like that.

"Well...let's see. Jim and I have, just like you, really slowed down over the years. When we first were going together and were really serious about one another, we were like rabbits—I remember being naked and in bed for entire weekends. There were times when Jim got an erection on Friday night and he'd still be hard going to work on Monday morning," she said with a laugh. "Goodness. Don't ever repeat that April! Jim would kill me if he knew I said that to you or anyone else!"

April laughed and replied, "Oh, we had those periods ourselves. I thought at one point that Eric's penis was permanently stuck inside of me. But what about today?"

Cathy sipped her tea, took a deep breath and said, "We don't do things like we used to. Jim still likes me to give him oral sex and that seems to be our favorite sexual pastime these days."

Unsure whether to ask Cathy for details, April decided that this was the opportunity to really open up.

"Do you, you know, with Jim during oral sex?" April asked nervously.

"Do I what?" Cathy asked.

"Oh gosh...this is so hard for me to ask you...you know, swallow him when he orgasms?" April asked, certain her face was red like an apple in embarrassment.

Cathy smiled and replied, "I do sometimes. Other times he comes on my breasts or in some tissues."

Embarrassed, April offered to Cathy, "That's pretty risqué Cathy. Thanks for being honest."

"No problem. I trust you April or I wouldn't have told you what I did."

April waited a moment and then asked, "What about when Jim's gone and there isn't any oral sex to give? Don't you get horny?"

"Of course. The older I'm getting, the hornier I'm getting. Or so it seems. I keep attributing it to hormones or something," Cathy replied. "But when that happens, I just take matters into my own hands."

"Into your own hands—what do you mean?" April asked.

"You know, I masturbate," Cathy offered.

"Oh, well, uh, you didn't have to share that with me Cathy. I appreciate it but I don't want you to get uncomfortable."

"April—if I didn't want to tell you that I masturbate, I wouldn't have mentioned it. I'm not embarrassed to tell you that. Everyone does it. Just don't pass that around the neighborhood! And before you say anything: I'm kidding, I know you wouldn't spread that around."

April paused and looked into my cup, thinking of what to say to Cathy's comment. Before she could reply, her blonde haired neighbor broke the silence.

"And I got a good silent vibrator so that helps a lot when Jim's gone and the kids are home."

April looked at her in shock. This was Cathy Moore, the neighborhood "straight A" housewife—and she is admitting she uses a vibrator?

"A vibrator? YOU have a vibrator? Really?" April asked in shock.

Cathy laughed out loud and said, "Don't make me feel embarrassed. Yes I own a vibrator. I call him different names but he's always wonderful. He is hard all the time, he is ready anytime I want him to be, he never asks me to swallow, never says he wants a threesome with my best friend and he never, ever cums in me," she said with a laugh.

"A threesome with her best friend?" April thought to myself but decided not to say anything about it right then.

"Wow Cathy. I guess I never thought of you, well, you know..."

"April. We all get horny. What's the big deal with me using a vibrator for a little sexual release?" she asked.

Cathy sat and stared at April, making her redheaded neighbor momentarily disappointed for having started this conversation. 

"Come with me," Cathy said as she took my left hand in hers and stood up. April did likewise and she pulled her friend out of the kitchen and up the house stairs. The morning light shined brightly through the windows along the stairway wall as April walked up the steps behind Cathy, noticing her rear end through her shorts and the obvious outline of her panties.

We got to the top of the stairs and took an immediate right into their master bedroom that looked out over their backyard. The large bed was still unmade with pillows and blankets in a pile towards the center of the bed. The blinds were open allowing the morning sunshine to create a bright environment.

"Excuse the fact I've not made the bed yet this morning," Cathy told me.

"Don't worry, my bed is in the same shape," April offered. 

Cathy motioned for her neighbor to sit next to her on the side of the bed (her side?) and as April sat down, she reached into the nightstand and rummaged around before pulling out a purple vibrator that was shaped similar to a penis. She looked at it a moment and offered it to April.

April took it in my hand and looked at it intently. She'd never seen one in real life—only on the Internet or a long time ago in some porno magazines her husband had.

"That's what helps me make it through the long weeks when Jim is gone," Cathy said quietly.

As April looked at it and mentally compared it to her husband's erect organ, she realized it was significantly larger.

"This is huge Cathy. Does this really, uh, fit you?" April asked nervously.

"Oh yes. It's perfect. Remember that we all expand when needed down there."

"Yes but it seems so large. I can't imagine something this big fitting inside of me," April replied.

"Want to try it out?" Cathy inquired.

"You're not serious!" was April's response.

"Sure. You can take it home and try it out to see if you would like a boyfriend like mine."

"Oh Cathy, I can't. This is yours and I wouldn't even know how to use it properly."

"April...it works just like your husband. You lay back, spread your legs and let nature run its course."

She looked April in the eye, her blue eyes sincere as always and dropping her voice to a tone of seriousness, said, "Do you want to see how it works?"

April didn't know what to say so she did what she always did when she was unable to decide: She froze. No response at all.

Cathy stood up and started unbuttoning her blouse as she looked at me. Her white bra come into view and soon the blouse was unbuttoned and she pulled it from the waistband of her shorts. Her breasts were large, maybe even a D cup, but April couldn't tell for sure from the white cotton bra she had on. She then reached to her waist, unbuttoned the waist button and then unzipped her shorts to allow them to slide down her torso, thighs and calves before they landed on the floor. April looked at her crotch and could see the ruffled cotton caused by her pubic hair through the thin white cotton hi-cut panties she had on.

"Cathy...you really don't have to do this. I mean, I can't..." April said with a nervous tone to her voice. April had seen Cathy in a swimsuit once or twice before but she was now in her neighbor's master bedroom and her neighbor was down to her open blouse, bra and panties.

"Slide down the bed April."

As April moved toward the end of her friend's bed, Cathy reached to her waist and pushed her panties down her torso to reveal her pubic hair and continued down her thighs before allowing gravity to drop them to her ankles, where she stepped out of them. Cathy's pubic hair was a darker shade than the blonde hair on her head and was matted from both the pressure of her panties as well as, April presumed, some moisture that her body had given off in the last few moments. She pushed her blouse open allowing her body's front to be covered only by her bra and the blouse on her arms and shoulders.

Cathy reached to the bedspread where the vibrator lay and picked it up. She looked April in the eye and said, "I like to pretend this is the cock of somebody I know. Just a fantasy of mine that I like to do. Today I think I'll imagine it belongs to Eric," she said with a smile as she laid on her back and pulled her knees in the air.

"Eric? That's my husband's name!" the redhead thought to herself instantly.

"Cathy—do you mean MY Eric?" April asked.

Smiling, Cathy put the vibrator in her mouth and licked it softly, as her eyes looked deep into mine but without a response to the question. As she pulled it out of her mouth, she simply smiled at me.

April's mind suddenly forgot her reference to her husband and as she realized that Cathy had put the vibrator, which had obviously been inside of her pussy many times before, in her mouth. "Does that mean she...?" April thought to herself. "No. She wouldn't do THAT!"

April watched as Cathy took the vibrator and twisted it to start a gentle hum. Cathy looked at April as she moved the device down her torso to her waiting pussy. For the first time, as Cathy's hand were at her waist and headed down to her pubic region, April looked straight at Cathy's pussy. It was the first pussy she had seen up-close in her life—and clearly the first one she'd ever seen in a state of obvious sexual arousal. Cathy's pubic hair was matted and April could see evidence of white fluid exiting between her lips.

From her reclined position, Cathy knew her neighbor was shocked by what she was doing but at this point she was so horny that even if April got up and ran out of the house, Cathy was certain she'd continue with her masturbation session.

Rubbing the vibrator along the outside of her obviously well lubricated pussy, Cathy watched April's eyes—locked in on her vaginal area. She'd never done anything like this before but Cathy was too far down the path to even think of stopping.

Slowly Cathy inserted the humming plastic penis slowly into her pussy with her right hand holding the end of the device and she moaned softly. Her eyes were now closed as "Eric" penetrated her pussy deeper. With her left hand, she moved it to her pubic region and softly ran her fingers through her blonde pubic hairs. As they softly rubbed the hair, she moved her index finger to her clit and softly rubbed the little pink nub.

April sat on the bed completely mesmorized. She'd never seen another female in such a setting and couldn't help but begin to feel herself becoming turned on. Cathy's closed eyes didn't reflect her very open pussy lips. April could see the moisture from Cathy's body both on the skin of her vaginal lips as well as on the purple plastic penis—'Eric' as she had called 'him.' April was well aware of the vaginal discharge from her own body but she couldn't recall seeing her own body producing the quantity that was slowly oozing from Cathy's own pussy.

As Cathy slowly pulled the vibrator in and out of her pussy, she continued to rub her clit with her left hand's fingers. She had quickly entered into a zone of sexual bliss and had almost forgotten her friend and neighbor was sitting only a few feet away from her. Never before had Cathy masturbated in front of another female—her husband was the only person who'd ever seen her pleasure herself and that hadn't happened in many years.

As the minutes passed, Cathy cracked her eyes and saw her friend staring at her pussy. April was completely unaware that Cathy was looking at her as she was so engrossed in watching the vibrator in Cathy's pussy. Saying nothing Cathy closed her eyes again and reverted back to her sexual bliss. 'Eric' continued to hum and 'his' in-and-out rhythm was clearly pulling Cathy towards an orgasm. Cathy took her left hand from her groin and reached up to her right breast, gently squeezing her erect nipple through the cotton cup of her bra. "Why didn't I take my bra off earlier?" she thought momentarily before removing her hand from her hard nipple and directing it back to her erect clit, which was now very moist.

Cathy could sense her vaginal juices were running down her butt crack and she sensed the bed sheet she was laying on was getting damp as well. She lifted her butt a few inches and readjusted her torso without removing 'Eric' from her pussy. Cathy could sense her orgasm was only moments away.

As April watched her friend tense her body and lift up to readjust herself, she realized her own right hand was at her left breast and was tweaking her own nipple through the T-shirt and bra that covered her body. For a split second she thought she should take her hand off her own breast but realized that wasn't possible. April was far too sexually excited to simply sit with her hands folded as if in church.

Cathy was oblivious to her friend's physical pleasuring. Her eyes remained closed and her body began to signal to her of the impending orgasm. Cathy continue to move 'Eric' in and out at the same rate but her fingers directing pleasure to her clit sped up. Cathy sensed her breathing began to get shorter and shorter and her leg muscles began to tense.

April could sense a change in her friend's sexual state of bliss. An orgasm was nearing and April wondered what her response should be? Should she remain silent or encourage Cathy through the peak of orgasm? She'd never seen another female have an orgasm but from her own personal experience with such pleasure, she couldn't help but sit with an envious gaze at her friend as Cathy's hand continued to maneuver the vibrator in her vagina as her body began to tense up.

Cathy felt a tidal wave of pleasure building up. Oblivious to the fact her friend and neighbor was at her feet watching her as she continued to masturbate, Cathy closed her eyes tighter and sped up the rubbing of her clit while not changing the motion or speed of movements of 'Eric' in her pussy. 

"Oooohhhhhh..." she grunted out as she climaxed. Taking a trio of deep breaths, her legs tensed up and then unwound like a rubber band being loosened. Her body was covered in a thin sheen of perspiration as the spasms in her pussy slowed. She thought momentarily, "I should have put a towel underneath—the sheets are soaked."

As Cathy fell back to reality she opened her eyes. Momentarily while in the throws of her orgasm, she'd turned off the world so it was a tiny bit of reality to open her eyes and see her friend sitting at her feet with a look of wonderment on her face. April hardly blinked—she just starred at Cathy and, as Cathy's chest expanded and contracted as she caught her breath, smiled at what she had just seen.

"April? I, uh, I...I don't know what to say."

After a pause, April replied: "Cathy that was about the sexiest thing I've ever seen. If you can get an orgasm like THAT, I think I'm going to have to get one of those!" referring to the purple vibrator.

Cathy felt like sleeping but instead she slowly pulled the vibrator from her pussy. Covered with her discharge juices, she reached with her left hand to shut the device off so it went silent. Cathy pulled the vibrator up to look at it and then saw April gazing at the plastic pleasure device as well.

"What the hell?" Cathy thought to herself and, with her friend watching, Cathy opened her mouth and inserted the well lubricated vibrator in her mouth. Tasting her own juices that covered the plastic device took her back to when she first learned of tasting her sexual fluids. Her tongue blatantly wrapped around the purple pleasuring device several times so as to allow April the opportunity to see Cathy making sure it was well cleaned by its owner's own mouth.

April had never thought to taste herself so seeing Cathy put the obviously sexually wet vibrator in her own mouth was a shock to her. It seemed so "nasty" to April but also quite erotic as well. She was now quite horny in her own way, certain the cotton crotch of her panties was soaked. She could feel the moisture without even touching down there with her fingers. It had been a long time since April was this aroused!

It was clear to the redhead that this wasn't the first time that Cathy had done this—she'd now seen her friend put the plastic purple penis in her mouth twice in a very short period of time—so Cathy was obviously less concerned about what her friend might think that April would have been. Pulling the vibrator from her mouth Cathy made a loud noise, emphasizing the fact she'd just sucked and licked it clean of her own juices.

With a smile Cathy looked April in the eyes and said, "So now it's your turn April. Are you ready?"

To be continued...



The Neighbor's Balcony



David couldn't sleep...again. Ever since he and his family had moved in two weeks ago, he had been having trouble sleeping. Now it was Friday morning, 2:30am, and he had a test at school during his second period class. He was pissed. Frustrated, he rolled out of bed and stomped into the bathroom to look for some sleeping pills.

After slamming several cabinets and drawers and not being able to find anything, he stomped back into his room and sat down on the bed. A light turning on in the neighbor's house attracted his attention. Thankful for the distraction, he walked over towards the balcony that was attached to his second-floor bedroom, separated by a sliding glass door, and peered out.

The neighbor's house was about twelve yards away, separated by a wood fence. On the second floor, directly across from David's balcony was another one just like it. David had never seen into the room because it was always covered by a curtain, but he assumed it looked just like his. Of course he had met his neighbors before, and he knew that they had a drop-dead gorgeous eighteen-year old daughter named Lily. As of that wasn't enough, the mother was pretty damn hot for her age as well, although the father was short and fat and seemed to be gone a lot. He had been looking forward to talking to the girl, but with moving in and school he hadn't had a chance to.

What had attracted his attention was that the light in the room across from his had been turned on. Feeling faintly disappointed that he couldn't see through the curtain, he was about to turn away when the curtain was pulled aside and the sliding glass door slid open. His heart nearly skipped a beat as he saw the neighbors' daughter walk out onto the balcony, holding the hand of another girl. Both were wearing boy-shorts and sports bras, and both looked to be very athletic.

Lily was about 5'8" with large breasts (about 28CC), a toned body and a smooth stomach where you could just barely see her abs rolling beneath her lightly-tanned skin; she had a supple ass and gorgeous, runner's legs. Her friend was thinner and seemed like more of a distance runner with much smaller breasts (maybe a 27B), defined abs and slender, more muscular legs. The cool night air had made both of them begin to nip slightly so that very little was left to David's imagination.

They walked out onto the balcony and stood for a minute, holding hands like lovers, just looking at the full moon before Lily leaned over and gently kissed the other girl's neck. She paused with her eyes closed as if savoring the sensation of tasting the smoothness of the skin before slowly brushing her lips up the neck until she reached the bottom of the earlobe. The other girl was clearly enjoying this, arching her back and softly sighing. When Lily reached her ear, the other girl giggled and shrugged her off, pushing her roughly against the balcony railing and kissing her hard on the mouth.

David was stunned. He felt awkward standing there watching the girls making out, but he couldn't take his eyes off them. Not surprisingly, he began to get aroused, and as the girls began hungrily grinding their bodies up against each other he began to rub his now rapidly growing hard-on through his shorts.

The other girl broke away and squeezed Lily's oversized tits, causing her to moan with pleasure. She then grabbed the bottom of Lily's sports bra and pulled it over her head and off, causing her tits to fall back onto her chest and David to groan out loud. He couldn't believe what he was seeing...his gorgeous neighbor's breasts were everything he had imagined them to be—if not more—and another girl was now sucking on them right before his eyes!

Lily's breasts were large, soft and perky. Her nipples were brown and stuck out proudly in the cool night air, surrounded by quarter-sized areolas. David couldn't help it, he groaned again and pushed his shorts down to his ankles, allowing his massive nine and a half inch cock to flop our grotesquely in the darkness.

The other girl had now shoved her hand down Lily's boy-shorts while still sucking on those bountiful tits. Lily was obviously in a lot of pleasure, grinding her pussy down onto the other girl's hand and alternatively moaning and gasping. David was rapidly stroking his thick cock, his large cum-filled balls flopping, precum oozing out the head of his dick slathering over the rest of the shaft, his eyes glued on the girls on the other balcony.

Lily was starting to shake uncontrollably, groaning loudly and roughly grabbing the other girl's tits. "Oh God, oh God," she groaned. "I'm cumming baby...yeah, that's it...oh God yes!!!"

Lily's shorts were soaked-through. Her tits flopped proudly in the moonlight. Her groans had turned to gasps and shrieks. She grasped the back of the other girl's head, digging her tongue into the girl's mouth as an orgasm rocked her body. It lasted almost an entire minute before it finally subsided, leaving her breathless but happy. The other girl withdrew her hand, licking with obvious pleasure her glistening fingers and sloppily kissing Lily.

This was too much for David. He could feel the familiar tingling sensation in the backs of his legs and the fiery surge of pleasure from the cum as it shot up through his cock. Eyes closed, he slammed his hand against the glass door he had been looking through as cum erupted from his cock. Spurt after spurt he came; his cum splattering against the window, against his chest, oozing to the floor. With each eruption he groaned as pleasure shot through his body.

Finally, after partially covering the door and himself in cum, he allowed himself to open his eyes...and froze. Both girls were staring wide-eyed across the balcony at him. They couldn't comprehend that he had just watched their most intimate encounter, nor could they believe how much cum he had ejaculated, although judging by the size of his balls, he had plenty more. Nobody moved for what seemed to David like ages, and then the other girl flipped him off and stormed into the house, cursing. Lily stayed for a moment longer, her eyes lingering on his massive cock, before she too vanished into the house, shutting the door and closing the blinds.

Needless to say, David was mortified.