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Unbelievable

By: ineffable179



Ostensibly I was reading, but it was hard to keep my eyes focused on the page. I was sitting at a small table near the pool in my hotel, sipping an iced coffee drink and waiting for my traveling companions to wake up this fine morning. Probably it would be an hour or two, hence the book.

I was on my fourth re-reading of the same stupid paragraph when I glanced up again, forgetting what I was reading. The object of this glance was the young woman who had recently taken the table next to me. Long blonde hair, deeply tanned skin, average height, average weight, symmetrical face--in short, what many men would take to be ideally attractive. Not really the type I usually look for in a partner, but I couldn't deny that I'd love to get in her pants. Not that she was wearing any. She had come to sit and read the newspaper in a skimpy white bikini. Probably relished the furtive looks of men who knew they'd never have a chance with her. She certainly wasn't making any move toward the pool.

If that's the case, I'm sure I was helping to boost her self-esteem with my frequent glances. I couldn't tell, through her dark glasses, whether she noticed. I decided to assume that she did but not to mind. Probably I wouldn't ever see her again, after all...

But wait! What was that? "Sorry?"

"I asked what you're reading?" she clarified.

I was startled for a second; I hadn't expected to start up a conversation. Instead of saying anything I showed her the cover. "Is it interesting?"

"Yes, it is," I answered, getting my composure back. Sort of.

"It doesn't seem to be holding your attention," she replied with a coy smile. I still couldn't see her eyes; it was hard to read her. But that smile was inviting. Was there an opportunity here? Couldn't be. That sort of thing only happens in my fantasies.

"Well, I'm still waking up."

She lowered her glasses and peered over the top so I could finally look her in the eye. They were blue. Figures. "Are you?" was all she said. But her tone made this a playful accusation. I smiled, blushed, and looked away.

She leaned forward and put a hand on my leg. This movement brought her cleavage into my field of vision. I didn't look up as she said, "Listen, I want you to come back to my room with me for a bit." Now I looked up, eyebrows raised in surprise. Her look was smoldering, seductive. I couldn't believe this. The obvious interpretation of her meaning was too good to be true. Was she a prostitute? This doesn't happen.

Her hand moved up my thigh just a little bit--nowhere naughty, but the slight movement was suggestive enough. Then she stood up and took a few steps away, turning her head to look over her shoulder in what she surely knew was an incredibly sexy pose. "Are you coming?"

The intellectual part of my mind was playing through all sorts of wild explanations for this behavior, but another part knew what it meant and didn't waste any time in obeying. She led me into the elevator and pressed '8'. As the door closed she turned to me and took a step, putting her chest about half an inch from mine and looking up at me. "There's one thing," she said. "If you come into my room with me, you have to promise to do whatever I tell you."

My nervousness increased tenfold when she said this, and I started imagining sitcom-like scenarios in which I ended up handcuffed naked to a bed while she made off with my money. But I also found myself in a state of incredible arousal. I was aware of a mild discomfort where my erection was bound by my shorts, but I didn't dare adjust myself, or move at all. I was terrified of waking up and finding this was all an illusion. The elevator door opened. "I promise," I said.

She smiled, said, "My name is Sara," and stepped off the elevator, walking down the empty corridor with a bounce in her step. I followed more slowly, terrified by some of the possibilities I was imagining but unable to resist others. She unlocked and opened one of the many identical doors and held it open for me. I entered a room just like my own. The first thing I heard was the sound of the shower running in the bathroom. The second was the sound of the door being shut and locked behind me.

Sara walked around to stand near the door to the bathroom, then turned to look at me. She looked me up and down and then said simply, "Strip." I hesitated a moment, then pulled my shirt over my head and unbuttoned my shorts. I didn't dare pause to think about what was happening, and in mere moments I was naked. Sara's eyes went to my erection, standing out thick and hard. She smiled, but didn't move. She just stood there, still in her bikini, looking at me. I looked back, trying to focus on the soft curves of her body rather than the strangeness of the situation.

Perhaps a minute passed like this; though I was no less aroused I started to lose my erection. What was going to happen? Was I supposed to wait for her to tell me what to do? That had been my impression. But she wasn't doing anything. I took a step toward her; she held up her hand to indicate that I shouldn't come any closer. The shower fell silent. The bathroom door swung slowly open to reveal a tall, naked man. He ran a small, white hotel towel over the dark skin of his bald head and down his neck. I followed the movement downward, across his broad, heavily muscled chest. His dick was flaccid and hung between his thick legs. He made no movement to cover himself. He looked at me; I felt small and suddenly embarrassed by my nakedness, my own body that of a scholar rather than an athlete. Mercifully his gaze turned to Sara. She jumped at him, reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck (she could barely reach) and pulling him down for a passionate kiss. As they broke the kiss she whispered, "Look what I brought." He looked at me again, then down at Sara with a smile. She unclasped her hands and dragged them down between them. Her body now blocked my view, but from the movements of her arms it was clear that she was touching his cock. He closed his eyes. She pressed her breasts against him and started kissing his chest and making little moaning noises. My penis grew rock hard again as I watched.

After a bit Sara stepped back and her man lay down on the bed. His cock was now fully erect, and my gaze fixed on it. It was beautiful, long and hard and dark, definitely longer than my own. I mentally guessed it to be ten inches. I felt Sara's hand on my shoulder, and her lips brushed my ear. "Suck him for me," she whispered.

I was startled; I had become incredibly aroused at the prospect of watching these two beautiful people, but somehow I hadn't imagined doing anything like what she asked. I didn't move. "You promised," she reminded me. So I had.

I stepped gingerly forward, to the foot of the bed. Slowly I knelt, feeling the mattress give under my weight. I was between his legs, looking up at his hard cock twitching over his stomach. His eyes looked past me at Sara, for which I was grateful. I tried to pretend it was just she and I in the room. Gingerly I inched forward. Nervously I reached out with my right hand. Finally it touched another man's dick for the first time in my life. I lifted it gently until it stood more or less vertical, and allowed myself to be awed by its size. I wrapped my hand around it and tried to find a comfortable grip. It was strange, my fingers stretching along the flat side and my palm cupping the bulgy underside, opposite the way I hold myself when I masturbate. Once I had become accustomed to the feeling I started to stroke him gently.

Remembering the command that had brought me to this position I put my left hand on the mattress for support and leaned forward. I paused with his dick a couple centimeters from my mouth, partly out of anxiety and partly out of excitement at each new experience. I looked only at the massive cock before me--it looked so much bigger up close, and even though its girth was similar to mine, it seemed much, much thicker. I wanted to focus on it, to forget about who it belonged to and think only of this vision of phallic perfection. There is a reason there are so many close up shots in pornography--an erect cock, particularly engaged in some act of penetration, is a powerful sexual symbol that moves men and women, straight and gay alike. My sexual orientation was no obstacle to my admiration for the beautiful organ I held in my hand.

Finally my lips touched the head of his cock, and I jumped back, startled by the novelty of the feeling. Soon I was kissing all around the head, opening my lips a little to wet it with my saliva. My tongue snaked out and licked the ridge where the circumcised head of his cock met the shaft. I heard him breathe more deeply. I felt the bed shift, and I looked up to see Sara sitting on the edge of the mattress, leaning over to kiss him. She was naked now, too, and I admired the curve of her spine and her tight ass for a moment before returning my attention to the task at hand.

Reinspired by the sight of the lovely woman I was, after all, doing this for, I opened my mouth and took the head of his cock inside, sealing my lips around his shaft. It took me a little bit to get the hang of the movement, but soon I was sliding my lips up and down his cock. His dick was slippery with my saliva, and my hand slid easily along the part that I couldn't reach with my lips. I gagged a few times, trying to take as much of him as I could, wanting my first blowjob to be a good one. Tears came to my eyes, and I stopped what I was doing to wipe them away. Wanting a brief respite, I licked along the length of his shaft, and then boldly moved my tongue to his testicles. I gently sucked his balls into my mouth for a few seconds, then took his dick back in my mouth and began the up-and-down movement once more. I kept the strokes shallower this time but increased my speed.

There was no way to tell how long I kept this up, but it seemed like forever. He started to move his hips a bit and tense his muscles, encouraging me to keep going. I was getting tired, but tried to renew my efforts. Soon Sara's blond hair cascaded around the base of his cock, and I looked up to see her head resting on his stomach, her face turned to me, watching. She smiled. "Keep going," she said. "He's going to come soon. Make him come in your mouth for me."

I didn't think I had it in me, but I started moving even faster. The novelty had worn off and I wanted it to end, I wanted to do something easier, and preferably with Sara. Her encouragement spurred me on. "That's it," she said in a soft, seductive whisper. "Keep going. We're almost there."

Then she stopped addressing me and turned to her lover. "Are you going to come baby? Come for me. I want you to come in his mouth." Finally he let out a single, stifled groan and raised his hips off the bed. I braced for his orgasm, and after a couple seconds I tasted his warm semen filling my mouth. It was salty and tasted much like I imagined it would, but I wasn't prepared for the strange texture. I kept my lips sealed over him as his dick pulsed, waiting until he had settled back onto the mattress and the convulsions of his cock had slowed before carefully sliding off of him. I quickly swallowed and looked up at Sara, who gave his softening dick a quick kiss before sitting up and giving me a peck on the cheek.

"Now do me," she whispered and quickly lay down on the bed next to her lover. I moved over as well as she spread her legs for me. Her pussy was shaved and smooth, which excited me (my past girlfriends would not do that). This time there was no hesitation as I leaned forward, supporting myself on my elbows and grabbing her thighs to keep her legs spread. Before I touched her with my tongue, however, I held my head a couple of inches above her and just exhaled warm air onto her pussy. She squirmed and lifted her hips off the bed. I kissed her all around her moist pussy, continuing to tease her.

The mattress shifted as Sara's lover got up off the bed. I paid no attention, entirely focused on the task at hand. Finally I got my tongue into the action, licking from the bottom of her slit to the top, parting her lips and tasting her wetness for the first time. It was exquisite. She moaned. I pressed my tongue against her clit and slowly moved it back and forth. She lifted herself upwards, increasing the pressure momentarily.

I was startled at this point to feel a hand on my ass. I stopped what I was doing and lifted my head, but before I could turn to see what was happening, Sara firmly grabbed my hair and gently pressed my head downward. "Don't stop," she commanded, breathlessly.

Now there were two hands on spreading my ass cheeks. Sara's lover was hard again, and he had smeared himself with a lubricant--which I could now feel cold and slimey against my anus. I gasped and again tried to lift my head. I wanted to say something. I didn't know what--I was incredibly aroused and I didn't want to ruin the scene, I wanted to keep on pleasuring Sara. But I wasn't at all ready for my first anal experience, and I was terrified by the size of the dick that I knew was about to penetrate me.

But still Sara kept my head firmly between her thighs. "Shhh," she said. "You were making me feel wonderful. Keep going." I couldn't say no. I just shoved my tongue into Sara's pussy, moving it around, licking in a circle in order to press against every part of her vagina. She was incredibly wet and tasted wonderful. I tried to focus on that.

At the same time, I could feel an unwelcome pressure on my anus. I tensed, resisting the invader. But he was insistent, and soon he pushed through my resistance and the head of his well-lubricated cock was inside of me. It hurt. I grunted and stopped licking Sara. I couldn't focus on anything but the intense feeling of being penetrated for the first time. It wasn't pleasant, but at least he had stopped and wasn't trying to go any further.

Sara freed herself from my grip on her thighs and slid down the bed, moving further beneath me. I could no longer reach her pussy. She lifted my head and looked into my eyes. "Don't worry. Relax," she said as she let go of my head and slid her hands between us. I felt them grasping my penis, and she slowly began to stroke me.

Despite the pain, I was feeling more aroused than I had ever been in my life. I moaned as Sara started touching me. I felt like my testicles had been working overtime to produce sperm; it was as though I were ready to burst.

Sara's lover began to push forward. He moaned too, as my anus clenched around him. It still hurt like hell, but the conflicting sensations of pain and pleasure combined into a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach, which wasn't really pleasant but was entirely sexual. My bodied cried out for the release of orgasm. The dick in my ass began to move back and forth, though only probably half of it was actually inside me. Sara started stroking me faster. I tried to look into her beautiful eyes, but they were staring over my back. She was smiling at her lover, even as her hands continued to stroke my penis. I buried my face between her large breasts and gritted my teeth against the overwhelming sensations.

It couldn't have lasted very long, but it felt like hours. I began to get used to the pain, although it never really abated. The feeling in my stomach was almost more unbearable. I needed release. And then I got it. I hadn't even noticed it coming, but suddenly I was coming. My penis spasmed as I shot my semen between Sara and I. I felt the first warm splash on my chest; most of the rest covered her arms and hands. I cried out; it was the most exquisite orgasm I had ever experienced.

After I was done, the feeling in my stomach began to subside, as did my arousal. The dick in my ass continued to move slowly back and forth. I could still feel the pain of being stretched around his massive cock, but it seemed duller. I lay heavily on Sara's chest, trying not to move.

Finally I felt him pull out of me. Sara gently pushed me off of her; I rolled over and lay on my back with my eyes closed. I didn't want to look at the man who had just fucked my ass. I could feel the bed shift as Sara stood, and then I could hear water running in the bathroom. I tentatively opened my eyes. The bathroom door was open; through it I could see in the mirror Sara washing her hands. Her lover stood behind her, bending down to nibble at her neck and clutching a breast in each large hand. Sara was smiling happily and looking at their reflection. He had a hungrier look.

As soon as the water was turned off they ran quickly back into the room. He sat down on the bed next to me and stretched out, his shoulders leaning against the headboard. His cock was still erect, lying against his well-muscled stomach. Neither of them looked at me. Sara gave me no further instructions. She jumped onto the bed and straddled her lover, grasping his dick with both hands. She held it straight up and positioned herself over it, then swiftly impaled herself on its girth.

She moaned and closed her eyes as she started moving up and down, trying to take all of him inside her. I watched intently as inch after inch of his dark cock disappeared inside her. Finally he was all the way inside her. She leaned forward, brushing her nipples against his chest and giving him a long, passionate kiss. The she started moving her hips in circles slowly and whimpering. After just a minute or two she started screaming and digging her fingernails into her lover's muscular arms. She squeezed her eyes shut as she had an intense orgasm.

When it subsided she sat up straighter again and started to lift herself with her legs. Her labia clung to his massive dick as she slid up about half way, then plunged back down. She started slowly, but quickly progressed to swift, forceful movements. I was amazed by the strength and stamina she displayed.

The two of them gazed into each others' eyes, still completely ignoring me. I was beginning to get aroused again, but it seemed that I wasn't going to get much else out of this experience. I watched, enraptured, as Sara had a second orgasm. They changed positions, putting Sara on her back with her legs pulled toward her chest as far as they could go. Her powerful lover thrust into her again and again. She was moaning constantly; he would grunt occasionally. Now I was amazed at his stamina.

As Sara had her third orgasm, I started to feel like I was intruding. They were lost in each other and showed no signs of stopping. I quietly stood up and started to dress myself. I was disappointed that I hadn't gotten to experience what he was experiencing now. The whole thing had gone much differently than I had hoped. I wasn't quite sure how to feel. I opened the door and quietly let myself out. As I stood in the hallway, still listening to the loud noises of pleasure coming from Sara, I knew one thing for certain--the fantasy that had been fulfilled today had not been mine. But I certainly had one more to add to my own repertoire.

Unbelievable



Looking back, it was just like every other night, but due to the random occurrences, turned into a night to remember. I mean, I'd done the same thing 100 other nights during college, but just for one night, the laws of probability got thrown out the window, and I did something that every red-blooded American guy dreams about.

Like I said, it started like every other night. My new girlfriend Jessica and I had gone out to dinner at one of those restaurants that make the place in "Office Space" seem positively "flair free." Jess and I had been going out for only about two months, and I had yet to get her into bed. Well, I'd gotten her into bed, but only to sleep. I just hadn't closed the deal yet. But I wasn't a virgin; I knew it'd happen sooner or later, so for the present, I was happy just getting to know her.

That's because we really hadn't known each other before we'd started dating. She was a junior, a year behind me at school, but due to the fact I decided to change majors, she was in one of my classes, and since she was the only decent pair of legs in that class, I worked my miniscule amount of game and managed to become her lab partner.

Jess was gorgeous, if you like the tight 'runner' body. She was only about 5'4" and 120 lbs, but she had the longest legs I'd ever seen. She worked at them though. She'd run track and cross-country in high school, and still ran 3 to 5 miles a day. Combine those legs and matching tight little ass with long blonde hair and a million watt smile, and I felt like one lucky guy.

Tonight at the restaurant, she was dressed in a sweater that hid her B cups and a little black skirt with heels. I wore on a nice polo shirt and khakis. We looked altogether like the perfect little college couple out on the town, which we were.

After dinner, we decided to go to a party at a friend of hers' apartment. I had never met the girl, as she'd gone to high school with Jess, but they hadn't hung out much since going to college. The place was just off campus in a nice apartment complex. We got there around 9, with a six-pack each as a gift. We knocked on the door, heard "Come in," and made our way into the living room.

The apartment obviously belonged to girls, since it was clean and had furniture that didn't come from the side of the curb. I was standing there, looking around, as a towel-covered figure came around the corner. Wow! She was a knockout, almost as tall as me, with dirty blonde hair, decent legs, and a great set of tits that were doing their best to pop out of that towel. 

"Jessi!"

"Lizzy!"

The two girls then did the girly hugging thing, while Elizabeth's breasts still attempted to come up for air. I was concentrating hard on trying to mentally make that happen when I was introduced.

"Lizzy, this is Geoff. Geoff, this is Elizabeth."

"Hi Geoff. Sorry about not being ready, I just got back from the gym and lost track of time in the shower."

"Oh that's alright," I said as my moved in to shake her hand. "We're early anyways." I then went for the handshake, and got hugged instead. Since this hug involved her pressing her towel-covered chest against me and a whiff of whatever fruity shampoo she used, I didn't mind at all.

"Well I'm glad you guys came. Jessi and I have so much catching up to do. In fact, I think I'm going to steal her while I get dressed. Hope you don't mind."

Elizabeth then grabbed Jess's wrist and dragged her around the corner into one of the bedrooms, and I heard the door slam. I decided to amuse myself, and cracked open my first beer (well, since dinner) and attempted to find a decent CD to put on. I heard more giggling and talking coming from the bedroom as I sat down on the couch. 

As I was taking a look around the apartment, the front door opened again, and another girl came in. While Elizabeth was tall and curvy, this girl had about the same measurements (and maybe a bigger chest), they were packed into a body that couldn't have stood much taller than 5'. She was dressed in a button-up red shirt that was unbuttoned low enough to show the black tanktop underneath (and some cleavage) and tight black pants that showed no apparent panty-line, as well as a pair of high heels that while adding a couple inches to her height, still left the top of her head below my chin.

"Hi, I'm Zoe," She said, as she set down a couple cases of beer and shut the door. "And you are?"

"I'm Geoff, Jessica's boyfriend." I said as I got up to help her.

"Oh ok, Elizabeth's friend. Well I'm her roommate, who's tired from carrying this beer up those stairs."

"Oh, let me help you then, and I promise to only steal a few."

This earned me a smile, so I carried the beer over to the refrigerator, and helped Zoe clean out the fridge and then load it up. As she bent over the chilly fridge and I handed her beers, I noticed that along with a well-endowed chest, she also had rather long nipples, as they began to push out through her shirt.

As we finished loading the cases of cheap domestics into the fridge, Jessica and Elizabeth came out of the bedroom. Elizabeth was now dressed in a button-up white shirt with a lacy black tank-top underneath, and a pair of the tightest blank pants I had every seen. Unlike Zoe's; however, hers showed a definite thong line.

The three girls then proceeded to make me move all of the furniture out of the way, which I didn't mind, and set up a couple of tables for drinking games. While I was working hard, Elizabeth also retook control of the music, and soon, I was treated to the three girls giggling and dancing to whatever hip-hop dance number was currently topping the charts.

This was cut short with the sound of my cell phone ringing. I ducked into a bedroom to answer, and saw that it was from Peter, one of my roommates.

"Hey Pete, what's up.

"Not much Geoff, where you at."

"One of Jessica's friend's apartments. She's having a little shindig tonight."

"Oh nice. Is her friend hot?"

"Yeah actually, both her and her roommate are pretty nice. Why?"

"Mike and I are both just sitting around here. You think they'd let us stop by?"

"I dunno, lemme check." I peeked my head out into the living room.

"Hey ladies, two of my roommates are looking for something to do. Ok if they stop by?"

Elizabeth answered me first, as she ground her ass into my girlfriend. "Well, are they hot, and do they have beer?" She and her two dancing partners then started giggling at this.

"Well, I'm sure beer is a given, but I'm not really the best person to measure their attractiveness. Its Mikey and Pete, Jess, do they pass as attractive?"

Jessica giggled again and nodded. "Oh yeah, Pete's a hottie, and Mike's such a sweetie." I looked to Elizabeth, who nodded, and gave me two thumbs-up.

"Pete, they say you can show up, but you have to shower, dress nice, and bring beer." I then whispered a little lower, "And man, if you can bed either of these girls, more power to you. These girls are hot."

This excited my roommate, and he promised to make both himself and Mike presentable and be there in a half hour. I gave him directions, hung up, and headed back into the living room.

A little while later, Mike and Pete came in with yet another case of beer. I greeted them from behind one of the tables, where I was engaged in a game of beer pong with Elizabeth against two guys who had shown up just after the phone call. Normally I don't play beer pong, but Elizabeth was hugging me every time she made a shot, and that gave me a chance to feel her chest against me, as well as the chance to humiliate these two losers, who hadn't made a shot yet. Mike and Peter set their beer down, and came over.

"Mike, Pete, this is Elizabeth. It's her apartment, so be nice."

"Oh don't worry, we'll behave," Peter answered as he flashed his best smile. I could see he was taken by this Amazonian beauty. Pete's about 6'2" or 3", Blonde hair and a muscular build, and tended to be a real pretty boy. But he rarely met a girl this good-looking who could almost look him in the eye, so Elizabeth now had him entranced. Mike was shorter that me, with medium brown hair and freckles. He just said his hello's to Elizabeth and offered her a beer before talking to me.

After a minute, Jessica sidled up to me now, putting her arm around my waist and giving me a kiss.

"Hey guys, welcome to the party."

"Hi Jessica, how are you?" Mike answered, as Peter was now deep into conversation with Elizabeth.

"Great. Mike, have you met Zoe? She's Lizzy's roommate." With that, Jessica grabbed Zoe by the back of the pants, and pulled her over.

"Oww Jessica, serious wedgie. And with a G-string, that's not so fun. Oh, hi, I'm Zoe."

"So I've heard. I'm Mike, Geoff's better-looking roommate. Would you like help with that underwear problem?"

Zoe giggled at this, and reddened slightly, then shook her head no. Mike moved around to talk to her and Jess, and I went back to beer pong, although with Elizabeth' attention now on my friend, the hugs were gone.

The party went on for a while, and plenty of beer and Jello shots went around, until finally, around 2 or 3 in the morning. It was just myself, my roommates, the 3 girls, and some other random guys who were playing beer pong, though they could barely stand.

The rest of us decided a game of 'Never Ever Have I Ever' was in store. For those of you who never had the luck of playing this game, I'll explain it. Basically, the game goes around in a circle. Each player says "Never Ever Have I Ever..." and then follows with something they have or have not done. Any person who has done that act then takes a drink. So for instance, if we were playing, and I said "Never ever have I ever driven a car," and you have, in fact, driven a car, you'd drink. 

The game usually starts innocent and moves into a hardcore sexual inquisition, and this time was no different. We were all on at least our second beer of the game, and I had learned most of the sexual history of most people at the table, such as who had had sex on the beach and who had given road head, when Elizabeth's turn came up, she grinned devilishly at Jessica.

"Oh, I know what I'm going to say this time."

Jessica's face headed towards tomato, and she said. "Oh Lizzy, don't, I haven't told him..."

But Elizabeth wasn't listening and said, "Never Ever Have I Ever made out with someone of the same sex."

Everyone in the game then turned towards Jessica, who was sitting sheepishly next to me, as she sheepishly took a drink, as did Elizabeth. Jessica then looked at me, horrified.

"It was nothing, I swear. It was in high school, don't worry."

"I'm not worried, baby. I just want to know if it was Elizabeth you made out with." I put my arm around her, and pulled her close, letting her know I wasn't going to dump her for playing for the other team.

"Yeah, we were really drunk, and just, you know..."

"No I don't baby, what happened?"

"She leaned in to my ear, so only I could hear her, and spelled it out for me.

"We got really drunk one night at my house at a sleepover, and made out with each other and even went down on each other a little. But it was the only time, I haven't done it since."

My mind was running as the picture of my cute little co-ed 69ing with the statuesque beauty ran through my head. I also wondered whether she would do it again.

"Ok" I said, "Enough of this kid shit. Let's play some truth or dare."

This elicited a chorus of cheers from everyone in the game.

"The only rules are: No leaving the apartment, no forced drinking, and if someone won't do the dare, they're out of the game and have to leave."

Mike, who was sitting on my other side, elbowed my ribs and murmured: "Can we get those guys out of here too?"

Everyone nodded, agreeing to both the rules and the thinning of the herd, so the girls cleaned some of the empties while Mike, Peter and I asked the beer-pongers to hit the road. They cleared out, drunkenly complaining they should be able to finish their game. Mike and Peter were settling back down, while I saw the 3 girls were deep into conversation, with Jessica apparently arguing with the other two. 

I strode over sat down on the couch, between Elizabeth and Jess. Zoe was sitting curled-up in an armchair on Jessica's other side, while Mike & Pete had pulled 2 chairs from the kitchen, and sat next to the lady of their choice.

"Elizabeth & Zoe, I'll let you two go first, since its your apartment. Who gets asked then gets to pick the next person they ask."

Elizabeth winked at me as I said this, and then answered, "Ok Geoff, I'll go first, and I pick truth."

Zoe thought for a second, and said: "Do you own a vibrator?"

Elizabeth nodded, biting her lip, and Zoe blurted out "I knew it! I hear it like every night. I thought maybe we had an insect problem, but then I realized what it was."

This received a chorus of laughs, and Elizabeth then looked at me.

"Ok Geoff, you're next. Truth or Dare."

"I'll take Dare," hoping not to have to reveal my own masturbatory habits in front of my girlfriend.

"Show us all that six-pack that Jessica was raving about earlier in my room."

I blushed a little, then pulled up my shirt to reveal my washboard stomach those 200 crunches a day earned me. The guys groaned, the girls giggled, and Elizabeth stuck a figure on it, saying "Oh, that is tight."

"Ok, enough free show. Mike, you're next. What's your poison?"

"Dare."

"Get us all another round."

"What?!" The group answered. "That's a copout." "Way too easy."

I laughed as Mike ran over and brought back 6 more beers.

"Hey, the man was thirsty. Zoe, you're up."

"Dare" she said, her look at Mike maxing out in seductiveness.

"Grind with your roommate. And I mean grind."

The girls are giggled, and Pete jumped over and turned up the song. The two girls ground with each other, feeling each other's legs and backs, and pulled Jess up along with them. And this, my friends, is the direction the game started to go.

We played a little longer, adding the rule that if the person was thought to be lying, they took off a piece of clothing. This amendment definitely encouraged lying, rather than discouraging, and soon we were all pretty much down to bras, thongs, and boxers, with socks thrown in here and there. We'd all had a few more drinks, and finally, Peter finally got Jessica to say "Dare" and got what I'd wanted.

"I want you and Jessica to make out."

"Ok, but only if she's ok with it," Elizabeth answered, moving over towards Jessica and pushing me off the couch. Jessica nodded, and my roommates both got 'shit-eating' grins on their faces.

"And making out means tongue action," Peter added as the two girls moved in towards each other. Elizabeth nodded at him, and leaned in, slowly, and gave Jess a light peck. Jessica smiled, and pulled Elizabeth closer to her, their mouths locking in a kiss.

I watched, entranced for a minute, and then looked over to see Zoe fondling one of her tits, and playing with the nipple through her bra. She caught me looking, smiled, and shrugged as if to say "So." This, I realized, was something to be explored.

Mike had also seen this, and leaned over to Zoe, and whispered something in her ear. She giggled, then turned around and kissed him. He pulled her down onto the floor, and they rolled around, making out in only their undies.

As Elizabeth and my girlfriend continued to swap spit, I started to rub Elizabeth's back and leg. Finally, Jessica grabbed my hand, and pulled it up to Elizabeth's breast. I was surprised, but went along with it, kneading the object of my attention for a large part of the night. Finally, I remembered Peter, and looked over to see him in a state of half excitement, and half disappointment.

Elizabeth finally pulled back from Jess's mouth and said, "Maybe we should go into the other room." Jessica nodded, and my jaw almost hit the floor. I was getting a threesome. But that sucks for...

"Peter too." Jessica added.

"Mike and Zoe too." Elizabeth added, that devilish grin returning to her face. "C'mon, I have a king sized bed in my room." With that, the night took another turn, which of course, was not a bad thing.

After we had locked up the apartment and moved into the bedroom, Elizabeth sprawled out on her bed, and pulled Jess and Zoe onto it with her. The three guys stood there at the end of the bed, staring at these three goddesses, wearing only their unmentionables, and lying on a bed in front of us.

"Ok guys, what do we do next." Elizabeth had taken charge, and we were all just along for the ride."

"I don't know gorgeous, what've you got for us?" Mike was probably the only one of us who could think in a situation like this, so he had taken over negotiations for the penises.

"Well, do you want a show, or do you want to play?" Elizabeth asked as she stroked Jessica's long blonde hair. Jess answered by moaning slightly.

"We'll take show first" Mike answered, and sat down on Elizabeth's desk chair at the end of her bed. Peter and I nodded and sat down on the desk itself, our boxers all now showing half-mast at the sight of these vixens.

Elizabeth smiled, and leaned over and kissed Zoe, who seemed hesitant, but went along with it. Elizabeth laid her back, and kissed her face and shoulders, then slid her bra straps down. As she kissed her roommate's chest, she reached around and unsnapped her bra. She removed it, but between her head and her long hair, we still couldn't see much. Elizabeth then flipped her hair a little bit, and Zoe's breasts came into view.

And what breasts they were. To call them a DD may have been an understatement. As if by magic, her breasts did not show the normal sag they should. What entranced me most though, were her nipples. I had a guess of their size earlier in the night, but in seeing them exposed, and excited, I was amazed. They seemed almost an inch long, and stuck out like two little fingers. Elizabeth began to suck on one and massage the other, which earned her a moan of appreciation from her roommate.

Although it seemed as if my eyes were held to this sight by a strong gravitational pull, I glanced over to see Jess watching me. She was smiling a knowing smile, and stroking Elizabeth's hair and back, and now that she saw me, she started to work down to her friend's butt too. She looked down at my cock, and I realized that I was about ready to pop out of my boxers. I looked back at her, and she smiled, then leaned over and kissed Elizabeth's shoulder.

Elizabeth by now had started to kiss down Zoe's stomach, and Zoe arched her back in appreciation. Her hand started to massage the inside of the smaller girl's thighs, and finally, onto the area covered by her thong, as she kissed along the hemline of the panties. Zoe was wearing a bright red thong that matched the shirt she had left in the other room, and it was starting to show a wet spot. She moaned again in appreciation, and pushed her hips up into Elizabeth's face. Elizabeth smiled at this, and turned to Jess. What she whispered, I couldn't hear, but Jessica moved over and helped her friend slide the small girl's underwear down her legs, and kissing down her legs as they did so. When they finally had them off, Elizabeth threw them at Mike, who caught them and sniffed hungrily. This got a giggle from the two temptresses, who then turned back to their prey.

At this point, my hard-on probably could have hammered in a nail, and I turned to see that my buddies were in the same shape. Peter was even tugging at his shorts to make himself more comfortable. I wondered to myself if it was proper to start jerking off, but realized that if present trends continued, I would probably need to save my strength.

Jessica had now latched on to one of Zoe's nipples, and from the few times that I had managed to get her to go down on me, I knew the girl could suck a golf ball through a garden hose. She looked like she was doing the same to Zoe, who pressed Jess's head to her breast. Elizabeth was now running her finger up and down Zoe's slit, soaking it with the wetness of her roommate. I was surprised to see Zoe was shaved, and began to wonder what other surprises like that were in store, as Elizabeth leaned down, and began to suck on Zoe's lips. Zoe groaned in appreciation, and moved her other hand into Elizabeth's hair, running it through the taller girl's mane of dirty blonde locks.




Unbelievable



Jessica now moved up and began to kiss Zoe. The two girls began to make out, broken only by Zoe's yips of "Oh yeah" as her roommate began to eat her out. Elizabeth moved into better position, so we could no longer see exactly what she was doing, but whatever it was, it made slurping sounds, and Zoe enjoyed it. Jessica had removed her own bra, and now had Zoe sucking at her small tits. I worried Zoe might bite down out of pleasure, but she seemed to be doing ok.

I saw that Mike had passed the panties to Pete, who now passed them to me. I sniffed Zoe's sinful goodness, feeling the silky goodness that had hidden her treasures from us tonight. I took one last good whiff, then tossed them at Mike, who seemed to really be enjoying Zoe's pussy odor.

I saw Jessica whisper something to Zoe, who shook her head no. Jessica then whispered again, and Zoe didn't answer. Instead, she shrieked from the pangs of pleasure moving up her body. Jessica then got off the bed, and came over in front of me. She leaned in, kissed me, and whispered in my ear: "Take off my panties, and I'll let you suck my tits." I did so seeing her trimmed golden goodness, and got in a moment of sucking before she moved off back onto the bed. 

She fondled and slapped Elizabeth's covered ass as she went by, then moved up and straddled Zoe's chest. Zoe opened her eyes, smiled, and nodded, and Jessica moved her hips up and shoved her pussy into Zoe's face. Zoe, who seemed to have no experience at this, gave it her best effort, and Jessica started to sway and thrust, enjoying the experience. It then hit me that perhaps my girlfriend was bi, as she seemed completely at home with having a girl lick her. And you know what, I was ok with it.

Her enjoyment was cut short by the fact that Zoe was approaching orgasm. And boy, did she let us know it. She was vocal, yipping and squeaking, grunting and moaning as the Amazonian Elizabeth dived into her peach pit. Finally she peaked, and in one great big "Yes... Yes... Yes...", thrashed around the bed, unloading her cream all over Elizabeth's face.

After Zoe finished climaxing, she was breathing heavily, and Elizabeth finally turned around to all of us. She had that devilish grin on her face, and it was obvious she was covered in Zoe's girl juice. She stood up in front of Pete, turned around, and flipped down her two bra straps. Pete reached up and undid the clasp, and she flung the bra into the corner before crossing her arms then turning around. Her fingers now played with her own nipples, teasing us.

Jessica moved over, kneeling on the edge of the bed, and reached around her taller friend, and took over duty of fondling the nipples. This allowed Elizabeth to reach out and fondle Peter's head, messing up his hair. Jessica started to kiss Elizabeth's ear and fondle her chest, before whispering in her ear. Elizabeth nodded, turned around, and laid Jessica back onto the bed, before crouching over her in a 69 position. Jessica's face and Elizabeth's ass were pointed towards us, and I now got a front row seat to watch my girlfriend eat out another girl. And yes, I enjoyed it.

Jessica seemed to know what Elizabeth liked, and had her groaning and moaning from the other end of the bed as she used her fingers, lips, and tongue to pleasure her old friend. Zoe was soon up and kissing Elizabeth's shoulders and head before joining her in eating my girlfriend. I couldn't see exactly what was going on, but when I saw Jessica's knees up to my ears, and she moaned out "Oh god, she's rimming my ass," It became rather clear.

This went on for several minutes, and I was entranced in watching my girlfriend munch box when Mike finally nudged me and asked, "How long do we let this go on? I mean, do we get to join in?" 

Elizabeth had heard him say that, and asked, "I thought you'd never ask. Girls, I think its time to stop tempting these boys before they waste their loads in their boxers."

With that, she stood up, came over, and straddled Peter, and started making out with him. Mike jumped over and took Zoe into the other room, leaving Jessica and I the bed. I came over, kissed her, tasting the pussy on her, and said:

"That was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. Why didn't you tell me you liked girls too?"

"You never asked silly." With that, she pulled down my boxers, and licked up and down my cock. I groaned, and then lied down on to the bed, giving her an easier time of sucking me off. She finally deep-throated me, which elicited a moan of appreciation, and after a minute of fucking my cock with her mouth, kissed up my body to my mouth. As she did, I looked over to see Peter, sitting in the chair, with Elizabeth straddling him. It was obvious from her movements they were screwing, and I could see that Peter seemed to have quite the tool. It wasn't the biggest around, but it had to be a couple inches longer than mine, and I pack a 9" gun. That was all I could see though, as Jessica kissed me, saying, "I've been waiting for this. Put that giant cock into me."

While considering the fact that my innocent little girlfriend was talking like a dock whore, I quickly rubbed my steel rod up and down her lips, before trying to push it into her. Due to our position and my size; however, this didn't work too well, and she said, "Ow, ow, this hurts baby. Please stop." She pulled me out of her, looked me in the eyes and said apologetically:

"I'm sorry, I know I never told you this before, but I'm still a virgin. I've eaten pussy and I've sucked cock, but I've never been fucked." I nodded back to her, and turned her over, onto her back. I got on top of her, and rubbed my dick up and down her. She was practically dripping onto the bed, so lubrication wouldn't be a problem.

"Ok baby, this may hurt a little, but then it'll feel good, ok?"

Jessica nodded, watching me. I pushed lightly into her, felt myself hit her cherry, and leaned down and kissed her as I pushed through it. She gasped, settling into the feeling of fullness that my cock gave her, then kissed me again, and started to shift around a little, letting me know that it was time for some serious fucking.

I started to push in and out, feeling her tight little vagina around my cock, and then starting taking longer strokes, finally getting into a good rhythm. She was enjoying it now, and pulled her knees up to her chin, showing her flexibility. This also tightened up her pussy, and it was the most amazing thing I'd ever felt. I kept going, knowing I wouldn't last long from all the lesbian build-up, but enjoying myself none-the-less.

She kissed my neck, and dug her fingers into my back as she moaned, "Oh my god, this feels so good" and "Fuck me baby, fuck me hard." I was getting towards that point of no return went I felt something warm and wet touching my balls. I turned around to see Elizabeth lying on her back, snacking on some scrotum, while Peter pounded into her. I smiled at her, and she smiled back, before starting to lick my girlfriend's ass. Jessica went nuts at this, and I felt her start to tense up, then shudder, and her pussy was flooded with warm girly goodness.

"Keep going, baby," she whispered, and I kept screwing. Soon I was reaching my climax though, and I asked her "Baby, where should I cum?"

"Cum in my mouth" I heard from below me, and turned to see Elizabeth smile at me. This put me over the edge, and I pulled out of Jess and stuck my dick in her friend's face, and started to shoot spunk down her throat. She moaned in appreciation, and sucked it down like a vacuum. I pulled out when I was done, and she and Jess cleaned off my dick of all the Jess-juice. The sight of this set Peter off, and Jessica leaped down and took his dick into her mouth, returning the favor. Peter grunted and moaned, and Jessica choked from the length of his dick, but held onto the spunk. She then came over, and kissed Elizabeth, and they shared the semen before cleaning up each other's faces, which Peter and I watched in awe.

From the other room, we could hear that Mike and Zoe were still going at it, from the squeaking of the bed, and the squeaking of Zoe. I stuck my head around the corner to see Zoe riding Mike, her back to his face. Her hands were massaging her own tits, as she rode him like a mechanical bull. Her moans were getting louder and louder, until I saw her spasm, biting her lip as she orgasmed. Mike kept pumping away, and she started riding again. Mike didn't last much longer though, and soon, he mumbled "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum." Zoe jumped off his cock and locked her lips around it. Mike thrusted once, then twice, then came into her mouth. Zoe swallowed it all like a good girl, then cleaned his cock of her juices after.

By this time, Jess had come up behind me and wrapped her arms around me. Elizabeth was standing next to me in the doorway, and I leaned over and kissed her bare shoulder. She turned and smiled, then kissed me back, as Jess moved her attentions down to my balls and cock, which she massaged.

By now, Mike and Zoe had crawled off the bed towards us. I now tried to decide whether the guys wouldn't mind me taking on both Zoe and Elizabeth. I realized the best way might be to get them started with Jessica first. I leaned back, kissed Jessica, tasting both her and Peter on her breath, and whispered "I want to watch you with both of them." She looked at me confused, and answered, "But you already did."

"No, I mean Pete and Mike."

"Oh. I get it. You want both of them."

I nodded, unsure of whether she would storm out. Instead, she got a grin on her face, took Peter's hand, and led him over to the bed. She sat him down, and Mike next to him, and started to suck them both off. Zoe now came over, and the three of us watched from the doorway as Jessica worked my roommates hard again, then positioned them so she had a cock in her mouth and her pussy.

The sight of my girlfriend getting double-teamed aroused me, but not quite as much as when Zoe and Elizabeth both dropped in front of me and started to run their tongues up and down my shaft, and all over my balls. I looked down at them, as my cock grew to full staff, and decided to move back into Elizabeth's room.

I took each girls hand, and led them in. I laid down on my back on the bed, my cock sticking up in the air. Zoe came over, and straddled my face, while Elizabeth jumped onto my cock.

I used my fingers to stimulate her clit as Elizabeth started to ride away. I could her the two female roommates kissing above me as I started to chow down on Zoe's box, licking here and there, as I kept making little circles around her clit.

Elizabeth was a master at riding a guy, and pretty soon, I felt her pussy flood in an orgasm. She didn't stop though, and kept riding me. Finally, I heard Zoe start doing her moaning thing again, and I kicked it up to warp speed, driving her pussy nuts, and she wet my face with her girl-juices.

She then rolled off to the side to recover, and I could focus on Elizabeth, whose pussy was wrapped around my cock, and whom I had been staring at all night. She leaned down over me, kissing me and letting me suck her tits, as I thrusted in and out of her.

Zoe had cuddled up next to me, her leg draping over mine as she stroked my chest and kissed my neck. Finally, she whispered in my ear something I hadn't expected at all.

"I'll let you fuck me in the ass."

This broke my rhythm with Elizabeth, who hadn't heard her roommate's dirty proposal. As if to increase her point, Zoe grabbed my hand, and led it around to her tight little ass, and slapped it on there. I massaged her ass, and reached up and played with Elizabeth's tits with my other.

Zoe reached up and played with the other tit, and Elizabeth came again, this one a big, loud orgasm that signaled the end of our copulation. She rolled off to my other side now, and cuddled up. I was now the meat in a knockout sandwich, and all I really wanted was a chocolate covered hot dog.

Zoe now got off the bed, and got back on it on all fours. She gave me a "Come hither" look, and I got off the bed, and moved behind her. Elizabeth propped herself up on her elbows to watch, as I moved in behind her roommate.

For lubrication, I started to just fuck Zoe's box. She was very wet, and it didn't take long before my cock was too. As I fucked her, I stuck my thumb in her box though, getting it nice and juicy, and plunged it into her ass.

She gave out a nice "Hmmmm," so I kept doing it, her ass puckering every time my thumb went in and out. Elizabeth realized what was going on, and giggled, "Oh my God Zoe, you're so dirty. You're gonna let him butt-fuck you."

Zoe nodded back, enjoying the vaginal attention. Elizabeth decided to get in on this, and crawled under her roommate. I soon felt a tongue on Zoe's clit as my cock went by, doubling the stimulation.

I decided it was time, and thrusted one last time before pulling out. Zoe then arched her back, presenting her brown-eye to me. I aimed my cock at her shithole, spit on it one more time, and then slowly pushed in.

I felt Zoe tense up, and knew by the tightness that this may be her first time. I held my position, and heard Elizabeth keep up her clitoral assault, knowing she had a first row seat to what was going on. Zoe relaxed a little, and I pushed in a little farther, feeling her tight little ass stretch around my cock. I pulled out a little bit, and pushed in a little farther. Zoe was completely relaxed now, but I took my time to work my cock in, until I felt my balls hit her pussy.

I then pulled out about halfway, and started a nice, slow rhythm. Zoe seemed to enjoy herself now, but that was probably due to the tongue-lashing her roommate was giving her. I slowly fucked her ass, feeling how tight it was, wondering.

"Zoe, is this your first time?"

She nodded, and I smiled.

"Zoe, you're a freak," her roommate added.

"Um, Elizabeth, you're the one eating her box as she gets fucked."

"Yeah, so, I'm bi. In high school Jess's nickname for me was Lezzy."

I laughed at this, enjoying the fact I was fucking a girl in the ass I had just met today, and my girlfriend knew but didn't care.

"And Jess, I started calling her Jizzy, because she always liked having my cum on her face."

I laughed at this too, thinking of the fact that my girlfriend might be very "Jizzy" when Mike and Pete got done with her.

Zoe was really getting into it now, and pushing back against me. I reached up and cup one of her massive tits, tweaking the nipple and feeling the weight of it in my hand. Zoe now moaned again, and her ass tightened up as she came all over her roommate's face. I was getting close to, so I decided what I was going to do.

I pulled out of Zoe, and told her and Elizabeth both to get on their knees. They did so, and Elizabeth started to jerk me off. I enjoyed it, and saw them kiss each other, letting Zoe taste herself, but finally, I felt that rush, and took over jerking duties.

Both girls opened their mouths and stuck out their tongues, and I gave them one shot each on the tongue, then one each on the chest, then dabbing the last little bit on Zoe's nose. Elizabeth then proceeded to clean Zoe's face, chest, before Zoe returned the favor.

As I sat down the bed, exhausted, Mike and Pete came back in, smiles on their faces. Jess came in behind them, her face and tits covered in cum. She had a big smile on her face, and her hair was a mess. Zoe and Elizabeth giggled at her, before walking over and cleaning her off with their tongues.

When they finished, Jessica and I decided to jump in the shower before leaving, while Mike and Pete decided to crash there. We all said our good-byes, and that was the only time we were all in the same place.

Jessica and I have been married for a few years now, but Elizabeth and I have something on the side, which Jess may or may not know about. Mike, Peter, and I went our separate ways, though we keep in touch, and Zoe was in grad school on the West Coast somewhere, last time I had heard.



Unbelievable



Whenever I think about this story, which is often, I usually end up with a rock-hard erection. First, I'm sixty-two, skinny, bald and about five foot three. A few years ago I married a widow about my age. Over time we seemed to hit it off immediately with her family, especially one of her nieces, Jane. Jane was in her late twenties, the oldest of my wife's brother's five girls, and a knockout. She was married to a football coach, and lived not too far from us. They had three great kids, and we began spending weekends together quite often.

One hot Sunday afternoon a few summers ago, we were all together around our pool, I sat watching Jane, her husband, and their kids horsing around in the pool. In addition, Carol the youngest of Jane's sisters was also in the pool. Both were tall, about five ten or so with long shapely legs. Where Jane was voluptuous, Carol had the slim boyish figure of a fashion model, which she was. Jane filled out her red one piece suit as though it had been painted on with a spray gun. Her nipples poked out against the wet top, while the cotton folded inward ever so slightly, between the lips of her pussy. Carol on the other hand, wore a skimpy flower patterned bikini that left little to the imagination. They both shared the same lovely faces that made them look more like twins than sisters.

I'd heard that Carol was in the process of getting a divorce, after only six months of marriage. Now, there was something to think about. I watched as she flirted brazenly with Rob, brushing playfully against him whenever Jane was distracted. Although he pretended to ignore her, I noticed that he kept himself low in the water, but when he stood up, the bulge in his trunks gave him away.

I wasn't wearing a jock, and I began to feel my half hard shlong begin to push its way down the leg of my shorts. Although I'm a little guy, I'm pretty well hung, if I do say so myself, just a hair under eleven inches, and thick, if you know what I mean. Fortunately I was out of sight behind the barbecue.

That night, after dinner and several glasses of wine, they were all chatting pleasantly in the living room, while I showed off my new stereo system with some dance music. Rob, ever the gentleman led Billie my wife on to the floor, as she grinned from ear to ear.

"C'mon, uncle Harry, let's show'em how." Carol stood with upturned palms before me, smiling gorgeously.

I was on my feet in a microsecond, twirling her onto the middle of the room. As she rocked to the music, her nipples bouncing free under her T shirt caused me to become aware of the weight swinging back and forth between my legs. Just then, the music changed, Rob traded Billie for Jane, and I got myself another glass of wine.

By the time I got back, Rob and Jane were out on the floor, so I got Billie and joined them. Rob, Jane's husband and I switched partners with every tune, just to keep everybody happy.

I couldn't help noticing that as I danced with Jane, she was more than a little sloshed. She slurred her words and had trouble keeping time, which caused her to bump and grind against me. I became hard as a rock, and before I knew it, my pecker was sticking almost straight out from the leg of my shorts, caught between her legs. I could feel the head being caressed by the insides of her soft thighs with every step. She seemed not to notice at all. She was chatting pleasantly over my shoulder to Billie, who was seated while Rob and Carol danced. Thank God the song changed, I turned as if to check the stereo, reached down into my shorts and yanked my dick upward, trapping it in the waistband of my shorts. Now it was flat against my belly, and didn't stick out.

A while later I found myself partnered with Jane again, except we were now alone in a dark corner of the living room. Something on TV had caused an exodus to the den. I could feel her breathing hard into my ear to the slow beat of the music. Her left hand had had gone from my shoulder, and was stroking the head of my dick. When I squeezed her waist with my right arm, she thrust her pelvis hard against me, pushing the crotch of her suit aside. Because of our different heights, she exactly straddled the head of my upward pointing dick with the wet opening of her pussy. Now she had both arms around my neck and ground her wetness downward on to my cock. We were no longer dancing, we were all but fucking.

A horrible vision of my wife and Rob suddenly appearing before me, almost froze me dead. It didn't slow Jane down though, the insides of her thighs were moist and slippery, and she was breathing harder and kissing the side of my face and neck. The thought of Rob, and Billie (with a lawyer) shocked me back to life. I reached around her and lifted with all my strength, half carrying her through the sliding door out on to the dark pool deck.

"Jesus Christ honey, gimme a break, we can't do this!" I gasped, trying to push her away. She took a couple of steps backward, and flung the shirt off her shoulders. I bent to pick it up, and when I raised my head back up, she had slipped the straps of her swimsuit down her arms, so that she was naked from the waist up. She had both arms around my head and was rubbing my face into as fine a pair of tits as I've ever seen.

"Fuck it!" I told myself, whatever happens, happens. My cock was about to explode. 

I grabbed her arm roughly, and dragged her to the darkness between the garage and the fence. I pushed her against the garage, kissed her full on the lips, and tongued her hungrily, as I ground my dick between her wet thighs. I spun her around, grabbed her tits from behind, and licked her neck and ears. She began to sigh and moan rapidly.

Pushing her forward against the fence and over a pile of stacked firewood, I pulled the swimsuit down to her knees. Her long legs positioned her pussy perfectly for me to enter her from below. She was really juicy, and with a push, my head slipped inside her. She let out a squealy "ooooh!" as I slid myself all the way in against her cervix, then grunted "aah!" as I pulled back. When I plunged myself back in, she clawed my leg and pulled back against me with a loud "u-ngh." The whole thing became a series of jerks and spasms, punctuated by moans. After what seemed like a few seconds later, the walls of her vagina convulsed several times, grabbing me like a fist, and with a low groan she collapsed over the wood pile, paralyzing me in a long ball-draining orgasm.

Reality set in, I pulled out, and sat her on the wood pile, put the shirt back on and fastened a few buttons. Then I carried her through the garage to a bathroom that connected a guest bedroom to the garage. It was empty, I sat her on the toilet and locked the door that led to the bedroom from inside. I also locked the door to the garage, and sprinted back outside, stepped into the living room and grabbed a CD from the shelf, just as Rob came around the corner, and asked:

"Where'd Jane go?"

"She took off with the rest of you guys. I thought I'd change the music..., nobody's dancing." I said, matter of factly.

I took my time changing the CD, as Billie, then Carol came by to ask about Jane.

I went to the kitchen, poured myself another glass of Merlot, keeping my eyes open for any sign of Jane. I can't deny sweating what she might say or do.

The next time I saw her she was dressed and getting the children ready to leave.

"C'mon kids, tomorrow's Monday, by the time we get home it'll be past your bed time."

She sounded cheerful enough, as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened. As they left there were friendly hugs and kisses all round, except that Jane avoided me physically, and said only:

"We had a nice time, thanks for everything." Before giving Billie a big hug and a kiss.

As was usual, Carol threw both arms around me and gave a loud juicy smack on the lips; all I got from Jane was a curt: "Bye!"

I dreamt every day about the next time I'd see her, but we never heard from them, and whenever they were invited over, Jane begged off, using Rob's football, or something or other. The next time I saw her was at my wife's brother's birthday party, about six months later. I noticed she wasn't drinking –– just soft drinks or bottled water, and she avoided me like the plague.

Later, I finally managed to get Carol alone, I chatted her up awhile, before working my way around to the point.

"What's up with Jane, she quit drinking?" I asked casually.

"She hardly ever drank, any way." She answered, looking around, as if to see if anyone was near. "Haven't you noticed that none of us drink much?" She whispered.

She went on to tell me that her mother had a rare genetic reaction to alcohol, and that she had passed it on to three of the girls. She, Jane, and Marilu had it, but Dana and Sheryl did not. If any of them had any more than a couple of glasses of wine, they blacked out completely, and often did "crazy, wild stuff."

"Oh, like what?" I asked, extra attentively.

"I know I can trust you, uncle Harry. I've heard some stories about my sisters, but we never talk about it." After a brief pause, she went on. "I've never told a soul about my divorce..., it was at my husband's company Christmas party, I had too much to drink. When I woke up the next day, Tom had gone, without a word. The last thing I remembered was dinner; after that, my mind was a complete blank. Slowly over the next few days, flashes of what happened came back. Especially the part where Tom walked in on me with his boss –– on the pool table!" She said quietly. As I put my arm around her shoulder, the thought of her spread out on that green table had me hard as a rock.

"I wouldn't worry, though. Jane probably went a little over her limit, and blacked out, and because she couldn't remember what she did, or didn't do. She was scared that she...," in mid sentence she gave me a loud smack on the lips. "But that's ridiculous, what could possibly happen with our favorite uncle watching over us." 



Unbelievable



I had joined the Navy shortly after graduation. We were headed home to port after an extended cruise, my last as I was due for rotation to shore-duty and from there to an honorable discharge six month's later. Still several days away before we docked, I'd received a telegram from my mother. The fact she'd sent a telegram rather than a letter told me it was urgent. Worried, I quickly opened it the moment I'd received it, and laughed. Good old mom. My younger sister Cindy had finally come out of the proverbial closet as it were, announcing to my parents something I had known for a number of years. She was gay, and had finally gotten around to telling them. The only bad part as I saw it was in making that announcement, she had also informed them she was moving to the west coast where she had gotten a lucrative job working for a newspaper as a reporter.

As I finished reading the telegram, relieved that nothing of a serious nature had actually happened, my mother's final words to me were to look up my sister as soon as I arrived to see if I could convince her to change her life-style. Once again I laughed. I had every intention of seeing her of course, after all she was my sister, but I had no intention in "talking" to her as mother had asked me to. It had been over a year now since I had seen her last. Excited she would be living and working in the same city where I'd be stationed, I looked forward to spending time with her again.

I sent a telegram back to my mother telling her I was indeed anxious to see Cindy, though not for the same reasons she was. And wrote my sister letting her know when it was we'd be sailing into port.

When the day arrived, I along with everyone else stood by the railing in an attempt to spot those who had come to see us in. I wasn't too surprised to discover that I couldn't pick my sister out from the throng of wives and relatives who stood anxiously waiting for us to finally begin debarkation from aboard ship.

Finally it was my turn to leave. Throwing my duffle bag over my shoulder, I made my way down to the dock wondering if Cindy had ever received my telegram. I hadn't heard back from her after sending it, prepared to catch a Taxi to my sister's address that mother had given me.

"Jack?"

Hearing my name being called out was a bit of a surprise. But the familiarity behind the voice wasn't. Spinning around, setting my duffle bag down on the pavement as I did, I expectantly turned to see my sister standing there. Which she was of course, but I hadn't expected to see her looking as she was. It had been well over a year since I'd last seen her, but I wasn't prepared for the obvious change in her during that time. At just a little over five feet, Cindy had always been considered 'petite'. For as long as I'd known her, she'd always worn her light brown hair long. Turning, it took me a moment to realize I was actually staring at my little sister. Her hair was now blonde, and only slightly longer than mine was.

"Cindy?" I found myself actually questioning. 

The eyes, and certainly the smile was the same however. Cindy immediately came into my arms giving me a warm sisterly hug.

"Well? What do you think?" she said stepping away, spinning around in a circle.

"I like!" I said honestly, still getting used to this new look, realizing as I did that this was probably something else my mother had had to deal with though without expressing it in words to me.

It was also at that moment that I saw another woman standing a short distance away. Catching her eye, she smiled. She was strikingly beautiful. Unlike my sister, she wore her near coal black hair long, well down the middle of her back though at the moment it was tightly braided.

"Jack? This is...Melinda," Cindy said hesitating briefly before giving me her name. 

I wasn't sure if she'd considered saying something other than that, partner, or lover perhaps. But just in the way she introduced Melinda to me said it all. Turning towards her, Melinda extended her hand in greeting. As she did, I heard Cindy giggle.

"Oh for hells sake Mel," Cindy began, using the far more intimate acknowledgement of her partner by using the shortened version of her name. "He's my brother, he's family...just like you are. Give him a hug!" she said laughing.

I smiled, albeit a bit awkwardly as I wasn't sure if 'Mel' as Cindy had called her was quite prepared to be receiving a hug from me just yet. Melinda smiled back however just as warmly, and stepped into my arms.

"Cindy's told me quite a bit about you," she said easily as she hugged me.

The fact that I had been at sea for several months, away from any female contact became an instant reminder to me. The feel of Melinda's breasts pressed against my chest alerted me to a wakening condition that had no business occurring, especially under these circumstances, and I hastily pulled away breaking the unexpected hug. I'd only had one serious relationship during High School, someone whom I'd expected to settle down with. Shortly after graduation however, Daniel had gotten pregnant, and not by me. Which was the main reason I had enlisted in the Navy in the first place. To put things behind me, and find a way of dealing with the only woman I had ever known or even been with. Still, standing there hugging Mel reminded me how long it had been since I'd even held another woman, the rapid hardening of my prick ringing alarm bells inside my head. Fearing she'd notice, I pulled back stepping away. I was relieved when Mel showed no outward signs that she was aware of my awkward condition.

"Come on, let's get out of here," Cindy grabbed my arm inserting hers through it. 

I grabbed my duffle bag hefting it back on my shoulder. Cindy placed her free arm around Melinda's waist, and together we headed off arm in arm that way back to their car.

"I don't have to report until tomorrow," I'd said answering my sister's question. "I'll get an assignment to the barracks until I can find a place of my own."

"Barracks?" Melinda questioned.

"You don't have to worry about that Jack, you can stay with us until you can find a place," Cindy added firmly.

I shot Melinda a worried glance, but she merely smiled nodding her head. 

"We've already discussed it, there's plenty of room. You can have the sofa bed in the living room while you're there. Cindy and I share one bedroom, Veronica and Theresa share the other."

"Veronica and Theresa?" I asked nearly dropping my bag.

"Yeah, our other roommates," Cindy said easily. "After I moved here, I met the three of them at one of the local bars. We've all been the best of friends ever since. And don't worry Jack, I've told them all about you, and it was at their suggestion that you stay with us until you can find yourself a place to live."

I reminded myself not to mention a word of this to any of the guys I knew. Not that there was anything wrong with my sister being a lesbian, but staying with four lesbians was bound to cause quite a stir amongst my ship-mates.

We drove to their apartment in Cindy's truck. Sitting in the middle, Mel put her arm around Cindy's shoulders affectionately. It was evident they truly cared about one another, and though I had never been worried or concerned about my sister's preference for other women, I found myself assured as we drove that she was truly happy. By the time we arrived, I felt like I had known Mel a lot longer than thirty minutes, and felt totally comfortable around her as she was with me.

Which was a good thing, as I was about to meet Theresa and Veronica where my entire way of thinking was about to be turned upside down and inside out.

My sister might have been a lesbian, but she and Melinda were just as feminine looking as any other woman you'd see out on the street. When I met Veronica, though she didn't have that masculine appearance to her necessarily, the look in her eyes was one of no-nonsense. She managed to convey to me while gripping my hand firmly in greeting that she didn't take shit from anyone, especially men if they thought themselves superior. She too wore her hair fairly short, swept back behind her ears, dark brown though frosted. She had a nice chest, but I immediately discarded any thought in that direction out of fear that merely touching my hand she'd somehow be able to read my mind. To put it simply, I had no intention of getting on Veronica's bad side.

Theresa on the other hand was a sultry, beautiful looking woman with shimmering strawberry blond hair that fell well beyond her shoulders, though not quite as long in length as Melinda's hair was. With a fair complexion to go along with that, Theresa looked almost too fragile as though any time spent in the sun would wrinkle that baby smooth skin detracting from that porcelain doll look she portrayed. Shorter than everyone else including my sister, it seemed odd that she would be paired with Veronica, who was a good inch taller than I was.

"Come on Jack, dinners getting cold!" Cindy said, leading me into the dinning room

In honor of my homecoming, Veronica and Theresa had fixed a fabulous dinner. Sitting around the table, we enjoyed our feast, talking well into the night until before anyone realized it, it was past midnight. 

"Well, I guess we'd best turn in," Sis said with a yawn. "Big day tomorrow, we need to go clothes shopping for Jack," she announced to everyone.

I had very little in the way of 'civilian' clothes with me, which I had told sis about earlier. Which is when she came up with the idea of her and Mel taking me out shopping. 

"You'd best go first Jack," Cindy told me pointing down the hall.

I'd been made aware of the bathroom situation earlier. Cindy and Mel had a shower and toilet in the bathroom connecting their bedroom. The 'bath' and second toilet could be accessed on two sides. One from the hallway, the other from the bedroom Veronica and Theresa shared. Needless to say, time spent in the bath was at a premium, and I hurriedly made my way to one before the girls started preparing for bed.

By the time I immerged from the bathroom, Cindy and Mel had made up the sofa bed for me to sleep in. Veronica and Theresa had already disappeared into their room. As I usually slept in nothing but a pair of Navy boxers, I was very careful keeping the fly on them from opening, actually having to hold it closed with one hand. Seeing this, Melinda actually laughed.

"I think we also need to get him something to sleep in, or at least a pair of men's briefs while we're out shopping tomorrow," she added with a wink.

My sister joined her in agreement, looking down at my crotch as I attempted to hold the opening closed with my hand as I prepared to jump into bed.

"Good idea. Especially if either Veronica or Theresa gets out of bed to get something to drink later," Cindy turned looking at me.

"Why's that?" I asked curiously.

"Because, they both sleep in the nude. I can only imagine the difficulties that might cause if you should happen to be up when either of them came marching into the kitchen," she said with a wicked gleam in her eyes.

I felt my face turning crimson.

"Don't worry. I'm a pretty sound sleeper," I informed her. "Even if either of them does get up, I probably won't even hear them," I stated, trying to assure her I wouldn't make any attempt to spy on them, let alone anything else. Cindy giggled however without comment. But Melinda did.

"You don't know Veronica very well yet," she said with a hint of something else behind the comment.

I saw my sister cast Melinda a warning frown. "We had a talk about that already Mel," she said quickly.

Turning back towards me, her features softened and she leaned over to give me an affectionate kiss.

"Sleep tight big brother. See you in the morning!"

"Night sis, night Melinda," I replied as they turned to head off towards their bedroom.

"Goodnight Jack," Mel said looking back at me over her shoulder. "Sweet dreams!"

I saw my sister give her what I thought was a playful punch in the side when she said that. But I couldn't help but wonder if she had given me some sort of a warning at the same time. The bed was comfortable enough, and I was tired, so I soon drifted comfortably off to sleep.

It had been a long time since I'd been with a woman. Sharing an apartment with four of them, even if they were lesbians, with one being my sister, still had all sorts of thoughts racing through my mind as I drifted off to sleep. I began to dream. In my dream, I felt the soft touch of someone's hand slowly stroking me to hardness. Her soothing voice beckoning to me, arousing me with her words.

"Jack?" she whispered. "Jack, wake up," she continued to urge me.

The dream was too good. The touch of her hand was too good. I didn't want to wake up, whoever was calling me, talking to me, was interrupting the best fucking dream I'd had in a long, long time.

"I'm up," I said simply, giving into the prompting to open my eyes. In doing so, I frowned inwardly as the lusty images I'd been enjoying evaporated like a morning mist crossing the lake. Though the images had disappeared, the sensations continued. Which is when I realized that someone was indeed fondling my very aroused erection.

"I'll say you are!"

Now I really was awake as I sat up in surprise. Veronica was sitting on the bed next to me. The last person I'd ever expected to wake up and find stroking my cock, if I was to even pick one, was Veronica.

"What the hell?"

"Shhh, you'll wake everyone," she whispered.

I felt goose bumps suddenly appear all over my body. The sensuality of her voice as she spoke almost conspiratorial to me made the 'moment' we were sharing extremely erotic.

"What are you doing anyway?" I asked as her hand continued to playfully stroke my erection.

"Isn't it obvious?" 

"You know what I mean," I answered.

I didn't want the delicious sensations to stop, but I pulled away from her anyway, rolling over just enough that she was forced to withdraw her hand. Confused for one thing, nervous as hell for another, I was glad my eyes had now accustomed themselves to the darkness so I could see her better.

"Umm, unless I missed something, aren't you a...a..."

"Lesbian?" she finished for me.

"Ah, yeah, something like that. Which again begs the question, what are you doing since you are?"

Veronica laughed, though she did so quietly enough that there was no worry that anyone would have heard her.

"Believe it or not Jack, I was once married...to a man. Just because I prefer the company of women doesn't mean I still don't enjoy a good fuck once in a while!"

"Which you think I would be?" I questioned, still confused, still nervous, but growing more and more excited by the second.

"I don't know. I hope so. Unless you're not interested," she added.

Oh, I was interested all right. But I was also scared to death. Like I said, it had been a long, long time. The last thing I wanted to do, especially with Veronica was to have performance problems for one thing. And for another, I didn't want to become 'fodder' for her having something to laugh about later if I failed to pleasure her. Which with her being a lesbian was foremost on my mind at the moment.

"Well? You want to or not?" 

My cock answered for me, throbbing with interest, which she saw even in the darkness of the living room. Seeing that, Veronica smiled. Without so much as another word, I lay there watching as she reached down peeling the over-sized tee shirt she was wearing up and over her head. It was all she was wearing too. As the garment came off, Veronica revealed two of the loveliest breasts I'd seen in quite some time. Even in the few 'stroke' magazines, which had been my only source of pleasure up until now.

Veronica had large breasts, though not overly so. But she did have the biggest nipples I'd ever seen before. Her areolas nearly covered the tips of both breasts, dark brown, though complimenting her olive skinned complexion. She'd also had her bellybutton pierced, a tiny diamond stud nestled comfortably inside her naval. Even in the darkness it sparkled periodically as it caught the reflection of the full moon peeking in through the window at us.

Slipping into bed beside me, my hands automatically reached out to capture those twin orbs of beauty. She moaned as I did, drawing herself even closer to me, her hand once again seeking me out. As she did that, I wrapped my lips around one of those wonderful extended nipples, feeling the tautness of it as I tenderly licked, sucked and caressed it with my tongue. Veronica moaned once again, a little louder this time, reminding me when she did how precarious our situation was.

"Shhh," I whispered. "Someone might hear us,"

I heard a giggle.

"Someone has!"

Veronica laughed. "I was wondering when you'd come out to join us."

I first saw the shadow of another presence. Then, as Theresa crossed into the faint light of the moon that was sharing our bed, I realized who had giggled. Not too surprisingly as I certainly hadn't expected either Melinda or my sister upon hearing the sound of another's voice.

"Room for me?" Theresa asked already slipping into bed on the other side, effectively sandwiching Veronica in between us.

"Always," came the reply.

I watched as Theresa leaned over giving Veronica a very passionate kiss. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever witnessed. Still busily tonguing my way around her left breast, Theresa cupped Veronica's right one, tenderly toying with her already extended nipple, tweaking it playfully.

"Fuck I'm horny!" Veronica announced. "Come on Jack, fuck me!" she stated boldly. 

Lying on her back, Veronica let me know how she wanted me to do that by informing me to lay crossways to her. The reasoning behind that became immediately apparent as I slowly began to ease my prick inside that wonderfully wet cunt. As I began to slip myself inside, Theresa positioned herself over Veronica in a very familiar '69' position. Hungrily, Veronica began devouring her partner's pussy with a series of pleasurable flicks of her tongue, eliciting soft mewling sounds from Theresa as she did. Seconds later, Theresa lowered herself spreading Veronica's pussy lips apart with her hands baring the hard nubbin of her sex. Delightedly, I watched as she began spearing her extended clit with her tongue, licking that delicate sensitive piece of flesh while I slowly began thrusting my prick in and out of Veronica's pussy, matching the tempo of pleasuring that both women had set.

"Oh yes...yes. That's it. Just like that Jack, keep fucking me, just...like...that!"

Theresa periodically glanced up towards me, smiling whenever she did, ensuring that her tongue remained embedded inside her lovers throbbing quim. When she tentatively extended one hand to caress my rapidly tightening balls, I nearly lost it.

"Oh fuck!" I groaned unable to control myself. "Too loud!" I admonished myself silently, fearful that I would awaken Melinda, and worse...my sister. The last thing I wanted was to be confronted by her with my prick buried deep inside Veronica's cunt. Not only would it be too embarrassing to bare, I would in all likelihood find myself catching a taxi back to the base in the middle of the night. Even if this had been Veronica's idea, with Theresa merely complicating the mix, I wasn't sure how well my being with the two of them would be received by Melinda or Cindy. And as much as I was enjoying the unbelievable encounter, I continually glanced down the darkened hallway expecting to see either one of them or both coming in to investigate what all the noise was about.

"I'm almost there," Veronica purred, effectively driving away my fears momentarily. I began to increase the tempo and depth of my penetrations much to Veronica's delight.

"Oh yeah! Yeah! That's it! Just like that Jack! Keep fucking me, just like that! Theresa, suck my clit baby, suck it hard now...make me cum!" Veronica sang as the quiver of her excitement totally took control over her voice.




Unbelievable



My fear and nervousness, though not quite making me lose my erection, had in fact desensitized it slightly, just enough that I somehow managed to delay the still escalating need to empty my balls inside that warm wet cunt.

"Oh fuck Theresa! Suck it baby! Suck it! I'm gonna cum!" 

There was no soft whispering expression of joy in that statement. It was full out loud. Once again I glanced towards the darkened hallway, fully expecting to see my sister come bounding down it with every intention of throwing my decadent ass out of her apartment. In the meantime, Veronica continued to moan and groan in wild abandon as Theresa planted her face so firmly inside Veronica's pussy that I thought momentarily she might actually suffocate. 

Veronica thrashed about wildly for a moment, dislodging my prick in the process. Clamping her thighs together, she literally locked Theresa's head where it was. Theresa didn't seem to mind though, if anything, the sounds of her furious sucking on Veronica's pussy told me that she'd found a liquid treasure there and was proceeding to consume every bit of it that she could find.

To my surprise, the thunder of footsteps running down the hall never manifested themselves. Once again the room fell into a much calmer silence, though the sounds of both women attempting to catch their respective breaths still filled my ears with continued worry at discovery.

"Fuck that was nice!" Veronica sighed contentedly after a short time.

Glancing towards me, then glancing at my semi-wilted prick she addressed Theresa as she reached down to begin fondling my less than full erection.

"Ever see a guy cum before?"

Theresa shook her head no. "Never have," she added, emphasizing the point. "Always wondered about that though."

Veronica giggled lustily. "How about it Jack? You ready to put on a little show for Theresa and I?"

Before I could answer her however, she began stroking my cock up and down with some measure of purpose behind it.

"I don't think it will take him too long to cum. Thought he was about to do so inside me for a moment in fact," she expressed to Theresa as though I wasn't even there.

"Can I help?" Theresa questioned.

I felt her place her delicately small hand at the base of my cock while Theresa moved hers up effectively caressing and stroking the super-sensitive tip of my prick. Squeezing it, she produced a fat droplet of pre-cum.

"Hmm, joy-juice!" she exclaimed happily rubbing it all over the head of my dick, and down the shaft. "Here, you try it!"

Theresa and Veronica's hands exchanged places. Veronica now stroked the bottom half of my shaft, though she added caressing my balls to her stroking. Theresa having watched Veronica's prick-squeezing technique, easily produced a second even more voluminous oozing of pre-cum fuck juice, squealing unabashedly as it leaked out the tiny eye-slit of my throbbing member. She quickly gathered up the pearly droplet of moisture, spreading it all about the head of my prick until I thought I was going to come up off of the bed in orgasmic delight.

"Oh yeah. He's getting really close now," Veronica said with amusement. "Just watch it that he doesn't squirt his stuff in your eyes. That fucking burns!" she announced, once again causing me to flinch knowingly, worried that I might accidentally do something just like that.

"Just tell us when you're there," Veronica said soothing my concern. "We want to watch it...not wear it," she added.

I felt the familiar tingling deep inside my balls. They had tightened considerably, especially with Veronicas caress.

I'm going to...cum!" Gritting my teeth, feeling my face tighten with pleasure.

I felt the first explosion, somehow keeping my eyes open as the rope of white pleasure flew from the tip of my prick. Taken by surprise slightly, Theresa had leaned back out of the way as though my cum if touching her would sear her flesh like sunlight to a vampire. Thankfully, Veronica took over from her using both hands to pump the second, third and fourth massive spendings from my lurching cock.

"Wow! That's certainly interesting!" Theresa said in curious wonder. "I've never actually seen a guy climax before."

"Well you have now!" Veronica responded still stroking my cock though it had quit erupting at the moment. 

Even with whatever limited exposure Veronica had had, the tone of her voice told me she too had enjoyed the experience. Perhaps more than she was letting on as she continued to softly fondle and pump my prick up and down even though there was nothing left except a few minor tremors still coursing through my body.

Veronica finally released me. Her hands covered in the slippery essence of my orgasm. Reaching over towards Theresa, Veronica cupped both of her partner's breasts, smearing my liquid pleasure all over her.

"Makes a nice massage cream," she giggled. "And I hear it's really good for the complexion too!"

Theresa tossed her head back in unexpected pleasure. Veronica spread the new found massage cream back and forth across Theresa's erect nipples, eliciting a deep-throated moan of ecstasy.

"Oh yeah. Do it again!" she quipped looking at me with a more than lusty smile on her face, which made me laugh.

"Glad to. Only it's going to take me a few before I can," I stated almost apologetically.

"Well, in the meantime then," Veronica said pushing Theresa down onto her back. "You can entertain yourself watching us!"

I watched as Veronica comfortably positioned herself between Theresa's legs. Theresa spread her thighs suggestively, almost obscenely so. It was wonderful! Moments later I watched as Veronica's tongue teasingly began to probe Theresa's slit. Looking up, Veronica focused on her lover's face anticipating her reaction as she began probing Theresa's pussy with her tongue. 

"Oh, God baby! That feels so fucking good!"

Veronica smiled, closed her eyes briefly and went back to tonguing Theresa's quim with a much more determined effort. Though out of commission momentarily, seeing the two of them together like this had already reawakened my arousal. With Theresa's breasts so available, almost begging for attention, I leaned over capturing both of her hard taut nipples, one in my mouth, and the other between my fingers.

"Oh fuck yes, that feels good too!" Theresa exclaimed as I continued rolling her marble sized nipples with both my tongue and fingers.

Veronica brought Theresa to the edge, twice, before stopping both times ensuring that her excitement level was at its peak.

"I'm going to fuck you now baby. Fuck you hard, and fast. It's time to make you cum!"

The way she spoke wasn't a suggestion, it was a factual promise. The fire of desire in her eyes seemed as though they were burning with anticipation as she swung herself about. Nestling her legs between Theresa's in a scissor-like fashion, the two women interlocked their long beautiful legs, wrapping them about one another. 

Still watching, mesmerized by the titillating spectacle taking place before me, I could also hear the delicious erotic sounds of their wet pussies coming together in an intimate kiss of flesh that can only be preformed by two women merging together as they were.

Needless to say, by now my prick was rock hard.

It was obvious by the way they so sensually moved together they'd perfected the pussy caress they were giving one another. It was also just as obvious by the subtle look Veronica gave me that any contact by me was neither wanted, nor needed at the moment.

My cock however now had a need of its own.

Grasping my shaft, I began a gentle slow stroking of it while watching the two of them together. Veronica continued to eye me, her eyes widening in approval as I began masturbating. The corners of her lips barely indicating a smile as she fought to give me one through the obvious pleasure she was receiving from Theresa's continued grinding against her. 

As their breaths became more and more labored from their coupling, the tempo of my stroking increased. No longer able to contain my pleasures quite so silently, I moaned watching them, drawing Theresa's attention to me briefly. The look on her face serene as she gazed momentarily at my prick, a sudden hard-felt press from Veronica triggering what would become the first of several multiple 'mini' orgasms.

"Oh...oh...oh," Theresa gasped.

I could feel the pressure building, knowing in that instant as I watched Theresa's face screw up in supreme ecstasy that I was about to join her. Veronica actually grinned this time, nodding her head as she spoke.

"Do it! Do it!" she near whispered.

I felt the liquid cascade from my prick. Not nearly as voluminous as it had been previously, too soon since my last, but the sensation was equally as thrilling as my seed spilled from the end of my cock. I fought to keep my eyes open, watching the two of them together as Veronica bucked wildly against Theresa in the throes of orgasmic delight, triggering yet another for her. 

Spent, I rolled over onto my back attempting to catch my breath listening to the two women attempting to do the same. A second later I felt a light brush against my cheek. The feel of both Theresa's lips and Veronica's as they kissed me on either side.

"Thank you, that was fun," Theresa whispered warmly.

"See you in the morning," Veronica added. "Sweet dreams," she purred standing up.

Like two Wraiths having drained their victim, they moved off back into the darkness of the hallway hand in hand, apparitions disappearing back into their bedroom leaving me alone with my thoughts. Though I was certainly awake, in a way it was as though I had just risen from a dream. Had I not felt the moisture from my spending running down towards my balls, I'd have wondered if I'd indeed been dreaming, rather than actually experiencing such erotic pleasures.

Seconds later, I followed Veronica's advise and sought the sweet dreams she'd assured me of when she'd left.

#

I woke to the smells of crispy bacon and fresh hot coffee. I stretched languishly enjoying the warmth of the morning sun as it caressed my chest in greeting through the window. 

I also had to pee. And I also had a morning erection, not exactly conducive to peeing first thing in the morning. Rolling out of bed, I quickly slipped down the hallway towards the bathroom, the sounds of someone busily fixing breakfast in the kitchen. I tried the knob, the door was locked.

"Occupied!" I heard Theresa's voice saying through the door.

"Sorry!" I responded stepping away, letting go of the doorknob.

"Try the other one," she offered.

Looking down, I saw my morning hard-on poking its head through the opening of my boxers. There was nothing for it but to tuck it away again and attempt to keep myself...and it confined until I could pee. Glancing towards my sister's bedroom I saw that their door was open.

"Thank God!" I told myself.

I quickly made my way over to their room, peeking inside before entering. Melinda was still in bed, asleep. I glanced past her sleeping nude form towards their bathroom, the door was open. Obviously it must have been my sister who was busy preparing breakfast in the kitchen. Lying on her stomach, there wasn't much to see really except the smoothness of her back. I stepped into the room as silently as possible walking past the bed towards the bathroom. Melinda stirred when I did, rolling over onto her side. I froze. As her breasts came into view, I took a moment to admire them before feeling my morning hard stiffening, reminding me it was going to be difficult enough as it was if I was still going to attempt to relieve myself. 

I stepped into the bathroom reaching to close the door and heard it squeak horribly as I did. 

"Why haven't they greased the hinges?" I wondered, telling myself as I did to do it for her later on in order to make myself a little more useful.

Only partially closed, I stepped over to the toilet, raising the seat also mentally reminding myself to put the lid down once again after I was finished.

I stood there trying to will my prick to soften enough so I could urinate. As I concentrated on that, the image of Melinda's nude form lying there in bed continued to complicate the situation. That...and the recollection of the wild evening I'd experienced the night before. Even so, I grimaced, straining to somehow force the stream of piss from my member, which was currently bent painfully at an angle as I pointed my stiffness towards the bowl. 

In order to ensure that I didn't piss all over the seat, the floor or myself, I stepped slightly away from the toilet. Placing one hand against the wall leaning forward aiming my erection directly into the bowl, I stood there gritting my teeth trying to force the issue.

"And to think I once envied guys who could pee while standing."

I turned my head seeing Melinda who now stood in the doorway of the bathroom, arms folded across her chest as she leaned against the doorframe watching me. She was nude, the soft tuft of neatly trimmed hair framing the outline of her lips though I dared not look at them any longer than a moment before tearing my eyes away to look directly into hers.

"Occupational hazard," I responded. "Nothing worse than a morning woody."

Melinda laughed. "This going to take very long?" she questioned. "I've gotta pee too!"

It was. Especially now. Once again I stepped away though not before lowering the seat, then bowing with a gracious wave of my arm inviting her to sit. She did. 

"Maybe this will help," she said teasingly. "Or I could turn the water on in the sink," she added.

A moment later I could hear the sound of her piss as she far more easily relieved herself.

It was, and it wasn't helping. Now I really had to go, but looking at her sitting there, her perky tits invitingly staring at me had only worsened my already painful stiff prick.

Melinda finished, unrolling a length of toilet paper, wiping herself, then standing lifting the seat up once again.

"No sense flushing until you're done. Waste of water," she stated matter-of-factly still staring at me.

I smiled at her, awkwardly. To make matters worse, now I was pee-shy.

"Sure you don't want me to turn the water on?"

I was about to give up. As silly as all this was, I was becoming embarrassed not to mention still being excited.

"Here, let me help," Melinda said walking around behind me as I stood there still pointing my cock in some effort to finally pee.

Before I could respond, I felt her hand reaching around clasping my prick forcing mine away.

"I don't really think that's going to help much," I said seriously now more pee-shy than ever.

"Well, the way I see it, we need to resolve one problem in order to take care of the other."

I was about to ask her what she meant by that when she began stroking my cock back and forth.

"Obviously, you can't pee when you have an erection. But can you cum when you have to pee?" she asked half-seriously.

"Guess we're about to find out," I said feeling my knees weaken a little, once again bracing myself by placing my hands back against the wall for support.

Standing behind me, I felt Melinda lean closer against me, her soft breasts snuggling against my back, her nipples digging firmly into my flesh. The feel of her tiny hands as they encircled my dick, alternating back and forth as she slowly pumped my erection was soon bringing about another familiar sensation that became more needful now than the other had been.

"Am I doing any good? Or do you want me to stop?" she questioned.

"Oh fuck...don't stop!" I said worriedly, wondering if she'd actually been serious.

Melinda giggled, continued to stroke me, and continued to press her small hard breasts into my back, rotating them gently against me while she did.

"You like that?" "I fucking love it," I assured her.

"That's good. This isn't something I normally do you know," she added reminding me in one fell swoop that Melinda was, after all my sister's partner. Which also told me simultaneously that I once again treading on thin ice here nearly causing me to lose my erection. And that would have been ok, since I still had to pee, but at this point my cock was becoming rather confused.

Once again I'd nearly given up telling her that none of this was leading anywhere when she sensed my hesitation. Increasing her stroke, she also began to gently knead my balls with her other hand. That did it. The delicious sensation of climax quickly began to manifest itself as I shuddered, feeling it begin to course through my body almost immediately.

"Soon?" she asked unnecessarily.

"Real...soon," I just managed, already feeling my orgasm begin.

I felt the first ejaculate leave my prick, watched as it splattered with a great deal of force into the water below me. Behind, Melinda was looking around me, watching as her handy work sent spurt after wonderful spurt into the bowl.

"Feel good?" she asked.

"Oh fuck yes!" I sighed in delightful ecstasy

Melinda finally released me, stepping back. Drained, though immediately feeling the urge to pee again as I slowly recovered, I heard the sound of another voice that had joined us there in the bathroom.

"Make sure you wash up, breakfast is ready."

It had been years since my sister and I had seen one another naked. Not since we'd been innocent kids anyway. And certainly never like this. Still leaning over the toilet, hands braced against the wall, I hurriedly glanced up, but she had already turned leaving the room.

"Ah oh," I sounded. "Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck...fuck! Shit Melinda, I'm sorry!"

"Don't be. It wasn't your fault," she stated. "If Cindy's going to be mad at anyone, it will be me, not you. I wouldn't worry about it."

Her assurance did little to assuage me of the way I was feeling. 

"Suddenly I'm not all that hungry. And at the moment...I no longer have to pee either!" I was surprised to hear Melinda laugh.

"Like I said Jack, you worry too much. There were a lot of things we discussed prior to your moving in with us. Just because we're lesbians doesn't mean that we're so close-minded to other possibilities, one of which was including you in a few of our sexual activities. Cindy told us that it had been a long time since you'd been with a woman. You really think we didn't consider the obvious sexual tension of your moving in here with us knowing that?"

Dumbfounded, I simply stood there looking at her. 

"Cindy knows how I feel about her Jack. She knows that I love her, and given our commitment, I have no intention of living anywhere, or anyplace without her either. But..."

"But?"

"Yeah...but. She also knows that I don't have a problem with her being with other women, or even a man occasionally. Not all lesbians feel or think the way we do admittedly. But the truth is, all of us either have curiosities, or have been with a man from time to time. Simply for nothing else than enjoying a good 'fuck-buddy' once in a while."

"Really? And Cindy feels the same way you do?" I asked in astonishment.

"Yes, she does. So, if she's mad or upset, its not because of what we were doing in here, its because she's actually being a little protective over her brother. She doesn't want to see you getting hurt again like you were. Veronica, Theresa and I all assured her that if any of us were interested in being with you, that we wouldn't use you, or mislead you in our intentions. Anything we do...if we all agree and chose to do it, is for nothing more than a little fun and a whole lot of pleasure. Now then, is that something you can live with and walk away from when the time comes?"

I could only nod my head.

"Good. Now, I'll go have a chat with your sister."

Looking down, she saw my totally flaccid prick.

"And I think you should be able to pee now," she added smiling as she left.




Unbelievable



She was right. I did.

#

By the time I had dressed and entered the kitchen, Cindy had finished cooking breakfast. Sitting down at the table, I looked for any signs that she was upset with me for what had happened in the bathroom. Cindy merely smiled however pouring me a cup of fresh hot coffee. Melinda finished making the toast and turned sitting down next to me.

"Everything ok?" I whispered.

"Everything's fine. Like I said, you worry too much," she whispered back.

Cindy leaned over giving Melinda an affectionate kiss on the neck before sitting down next to her.

"Everything is fine Jack, we talked. I just don't want there to be any misunderstandings or complications. As long as you understand that," Cindy told me.

Theresa and Veronica entered the kitchen a moment later. Just as I'd been warned about previously, Veronica entered wearing nothing more than a bathrobe that was more open than closed. Her full luscious breasts peeked invitingly at me as she sat down across from me pouring herself a cup of coffee.

"Well? Did you sleep ok?" she asked.

"Like a baby," I responded trying to avert my eyes away from the tantalizing bit of cleavage she was showing.

Theresa wasn't wearing much more than Veronica was. She'd thrown on a long tee shirt, but was braless. Her nipples pressed invitingly against the material, twin stiff little points that stood proudly off her chest. As she crossed the room towards the cupboards, opening one then reaching up to retrieve a coffee cup, her shirt lifted well enough away that her firm bare ass revealed itself.

Melinda had followed my gaze watching Theresa just as I had done. As I turned my attention away from Theresa's ass, I caught her eyes as they knowingly sought mine.

"I'm not surprised," Melinda said grinning wickedly. "Sounded to me like the three of you were having quite the time!"

I was glad I had sat my coffee down or I'd likely have spilled it. Obviously, they had heard and been aware of our fooling around. I quickly looked over towards my sister, but she too was smiling with no hint that she was upset by any of this.

"Certainly made you horny!" Cindy spoke to Melinda playfully.

"You didn't seem to complain when I started going down on you," Melinda retorted back. "As a matter of fact, I don't think I've seen you that horny in a long, long time!"

My sister actually blushed, but I saw her hand move beneath the table and knew she was giving Melinda an intimate little touch of assurance and acknowledgment of that factual truth.

"Ok, I admit it. I was turned on by what we were hearing. There, you satisfied?" 

Cindy must have given Melinda a little pinch as she jumped with a wince, as Melinda attempted to reach back giving her one in return. My sister scooted her chair back out of the way however just as she did.

"Ah oh...now Cindy's in for it!" Theresa laughed realizing what was happening.

I of course had no clue, used to my sister's antics, but not to the extent that I was about to witness here.

Melinda stood, determination clearly etched into her face. Realizing that, Cindy bolted from the kitchen heading towards the living room on a dead run. I hadn't as yet folded in my couch-bed yet however, creating a forgotten obstacle for Cindy as she entered the room. She hesitated briefly in trying to determine the best way to go around it, which was her big mistake. That momentary lapse gave Melinda just time to catch up with her, tackling her about the waist just as Cindy made an effort to get away by stepping up onto the bed rather than going around it.

"Gotcha!" Melinda squealed delightedly.

All of us had followed the action into the living room just as Melinda tackled my sister throwing her down onto my bed. Watching the two of them struggle, even though I knew it nothing more than a little rough horseplay, was still a little weird for me. Melinda who was easily the stronger of the two, pinned my sisters arms above her head with one hand, and with the other, lifted Cindy's shirt up exposing her breasts before clamping her mouth down around one of my sister's nipples.

Cindy caught my eye briefly, and I could see by the expression on her face that though not exactly mortified, she did seem to be a little nervous about having herself exposed in front of me this way. She struggled even more fiercely because of it I believe, catching Melinda slightly off guard with her newfound strength.

"Help me Veronica!" Melinda cried out expectantly. "She's going to get away!"

Veronica happily joined in the fray, taking over for Melinda, by taking both arms in hers once again pinning them firmly down on the bed above her head.

Now free to use both of her hands, Melinda reached down removing my sister's short-shorts, and panties in one easy swift pull. Still fighting every step of the way, though no longer looking towards me, Cindy continued to struggle though Melinda managed to yank everything off her tossing the shorts and panties onto the floor.

"No! You can't!" Cindy screamed in alarm.

But Melinda was having none of that. "Oh yeah? Who says I can't...you?"

I stood there in amazement as Melinda hurriedly buried her face in between my sister's thighs. Though still squirming, wiggling in an effort to escape, between the two of them I knew Cindy had no such chance in doing so. After a few moments of Melinda caressing my sister's slit with her tongue, she seemed to melt, giving in to the pleasured onslaught of her femininity. Even Veronica let go of her arms, pulling her robe entirely off from herself, then reached down to cup and fondle my sister's breasts while Melinda continued tickling her clit with her tongue.

Initially it had felt a little awkward seeing my own sister in such a provocative position. But as I continued to stand there watching this, I saw the look of pure pleasure spread across her face, transforming her from simply being my sister into a woman who was obviously very sensual and very, very passionate. It was obviously a side of her that I had never seen before.

Theresa had been standing slightly behind me off on one side. Up until now I hadn't paid any attention to her, too focused on what had at first been nothing more than a little rough-housing turned erotic. Subtle movement caused me to glance in her direction however, and when I did I felt my prick lurch with surprised wonder. Theresa was unabashedly playing with herself. Though one hand caressed her breast through the material of her tee shirt, the other was obviously fingering her exposed quim as she stood, legs slightly apart masturbating.

By now, Sis had taken a hold of Melinda's head, not necessarily guiding her manipulations, but letting her know through that contact just how good she was feeling. Veronica continued to caress my sister's tits, adding to her obvious pleasure. As for myself, I felt my cock was going to tear through the material of my shorts if I didn't do something about it soon.

"Come here baby," Veronica released my sister's breasts, motioning for Theresa to join her.

Lying back next to Melinda and Cindy, Theresa crawled onto Veronica and began lapping at her exposed cunt. Now I really did feel out of place. With nowhere to go except perhaps back into the kitchen, I could only stand there mesmerized as Melinda and now Theresa lay between their partner's legs side by side, orally pleasuring them both.

"Would you like to fuck Theresa?" Veronica asked me.

Stunned, I could only continue to look at her as though I had spoken the words to myself as though in some sort of weird fantasy dream. To be truthful, I wasn't sure I had actually heard what I'd heard. Theresa hadn't even indicated through any tell-tale change that I could see that she'd heard her either, which further confused me as she continued happily sucking and licking Veronica's pussy.

"Jack? Didn't you hear what I said?" 

I had heard her correctly after all, but it was still unbelievable. I didn't know how to respond except by taking a step forward that I honestly didn't remember taking. My prick stood stiffly, pressing against the front of my shorts finally worming its way through the opening of my boxers, which answered for me after a fashion.

"Here baby, lift your ass up a little so Jack can enter you from behind," Veronica instructed.

Three more steps and I found myself standing at the end of the bed, my hands gingerly cupping Theresa's beautiful heart-shaped ass cheeks.

"Go ahead Jack, slip it in. See how wet and ready she is for you."

It was impossible not to glance over towards where my sister was. She was just as curiously interested as I was in everything that was happening. Smiling, she winked at me nodding her head in approval as I felt the head of my cock nestle itself at the opening of Theresa's soaked split. Not quite sure of myself, I eased the tip in just inside her, feeling her wetness, assuring myself as well as her that I had no intention of doing anything that might hurt her in some way.

I needn't have worried. Without any warning, Theresa humped herself backwards effectively skewering herself fully on the entire length of my prick as it slid deeply inside her. 

"Ohhh!"

Theresa's sigh of pleasure were the only words spoken, but they were more than enough in telling me she was enjoying the sensation of my prick being inside her.

"You like that baby?" Veronica asked her. "You like the way Jack's prick feels inside your pussy?" she continued to coax.

"Oh, fuck yes!" Theresa finally exclaimed. "It feels good!" she groaned breathlessly.

Somehow Veronica managed to extricate herself from beneath Theresa. Sliding out of the bed, she came around to stand behind me. Theresa now buried her head into the bed, lifting her ass even higher as my cock slowly slid in and out of that velveteen pussy. Somewhat collapsing, I went from standing behind her, to lying on top of her as we continued our slow easy fucking. Now lying on the bed, I felt Veronica climb up on top of me. The feel of her exposed pussy as she balanced herself against my ass sent a flood of shivers coursing up and down my entire body. With me thrusting inside Theresa, Veronica in turn was humping herself against me in a combined coupling of pleasure that soon had the three of us moaning and groaning openly. Melinda had repositioned herself so that she and Cindy were now in a mutual sixty-nine, but they were being just as vocal about their enjoyments as we were.

"Harder Melinda, harder!" I heard my sister cry out. 

It was obvious she was on the verge of climax. Another first as I had never heard that form of excitement coming from my sister. The atmosphere was too supercharged with arousal and sensuality for me to think about it though. With my cock deeply buried inside Theresa's glistening quim, Veronica's silk pussy sliding up and down against my ass, the only thing I could think of at the moment was pumping my sperm into that hot sweet twat.

Like dominos falling against one another, I heard as well as felt Veronica as she found her pleasure while humping herself against me. Suddenly the small of my back felt especially wet. She was moaning almost continuously. She shuddered, and I felt the release of her super-slick moisture as her pussy exploded in a pure heart-felt joy. In doing that, I could no longer contain the pressure that had been building myself. I thrust deeply inside Theresa with a rapid succession of fucks designed to trigger my orgasm. I was past the point of wanting to hold off any more, it was feeling way too fucking good for that. Just as I began to empty my balls inside that marvelous cunt, Theresa reared back against me, nearly throwing Veronica off my back who was now clinging to me like I was a bucking bronco.

"Oh shit!" she wailed, then grunted deeply screwing up her face in climax.

Veronica had rolled off me by this time moving up to lie beside Theresa, kissing her passionately as she continued to enjoy her orgasm. Drained, I finally pulled out of her collapsing on the end of the bed. Not so much as a solitary word was spoken. Only the sound of everyone attempting to catch their breaths, calming and basking in the afterglow of passion we'd all shared and experienced with one another could be heard.

As I lay at the foot of the bed, I felt the gentle caress of Melinda's toes as she stroked my semi-flaccid penis. She did so without intent of arousal, just a soothing caring touch that continued to add to my enjoyment of simply being.

Time seemed to stand still. I have no idea how long we all lay there like that, unmoving except for the occasional reassuring touch or caress upon one another. After a time as we began to waken from our revelry, Cindy spoke.

"So much for breakfast...I'm sure it's probably cold by now," she began.

Theresa snickered, "Probably...but I'm still hungry."

"Me too, but I'm still horny as well," Melinda said jumping in.

"Sounds to me like we should go out someplace to eat," I suggested.

"Good idea Jack...afterwards," Veronica stated the first one to really stir as she moved over to nestle between my sister's outstretched legs.

"Afterwards?" I said watching as she bent to tickle my sister's cunt with her tongue.

"Yeah...after we all cum again," Cindy agreed sighing contently.

Melinda moved up to sit upon my rapidly stiffening member.

"Let's work up a really healthy appetite Jack," she said smiling at me.

So we did.



Unbelievable



She couldn't believe this was happening. Her heart was beating hard and fast. She could feel the pulse in her throat and hear the rapid thrum of it in her ears. She felt warm and flushed, even though she was completely naked. The surface she lay on was soft and molded comfortably under her. The fur tickled gently along the edges of her skin. She was acutely aware of the kiss of it against the lips of her freshly shaven labia. She felt a warm masculine hand on her foot, another under her knee bending it and lifting her foot off to one side and setting it against...something. She could feel fur under her foot and comfortable support under her knee. The hands moved to her other foot and repeated the process so that she was spread eagle, reclining slightly. She realized that her behind was very close to the edge of whatever platform she was laying on. The possiblities inherent in such a position were not lost on her.

She felt the air against her private soft places. It felt cool compared to the warmth that was building there. She couldn't see, but that really didn't seem to matter. Her nervousness was being replaced by excitement and anticipation. She understood why he had encouraged her to take a long sensuous shower and why he had helped her shave carefully. She understood why he had caressed and teased her, producing a pleasant state of low level arousal. She thought he was going to take her from the shower to their bed, but she was wrong. They had talked about this, sharing fantasies one night in the aftermath of their lovemaking, but she never thought he would actually bring her fantasy to life for her. It was unbelievable. Even the blindfold was perfect – soft and comfortable. She could smell candles and there was music playing softly. She didn't recognize it, but it had an undercurrent of heat that her body was responding to even though she had been unaware of it until that moment. She felt his hands caress her body as he moved to stand behind her. She felt his breath on her neck just before she felt his lips on her flesh. 

He kissed and nibbled softly at the spot she loved – right where her neck met her shoulder. It sent tingles through her body. His lips moved slowly and sensuously up her neck until he reached her ear. She heard his soft murmur:

"Relax and enjoy, baby. I'll be right here. Every one of the men you're about to meet adores bbws and is eagerly awaiting the chance to enjoy your luscious body."

His hand cupped her breast and gently squeezed her nipple. The jolt that she felt between her legs caused her to moan involuntarily. She was quivering with anticipation. Knowing what was going to happen, but not when, or who.....or how many.

She heard a door open softly somewhere past the end of her feet. Knowing that whoever had just entered the room had a clear view of her in such an exposed postition caused a rush of self-doubt and her knees began to move together in an effort to shield her womanhood.

"It's ok, baby. He likes what he sees. He's smiling...and stroking. He's hard as a rock, darling. All because of you," he said in her ear. She relaxed a little, but still struggled to believe that he was telling the truth.

Suddenly she felt a warm male hand come to rest gently on the top of her right foot. She jumped, startled, and started to pull away, but then decided to trust the experience that had been arranged for her. He would never hurt her, or put her in any situation that would embarass her. So she took a shaky breath and returned her foot to it's original position and tried to relax.

"That's it, baby, just relax and go with the moment. This is Daniel."

She felt Daniel's hand begin to slide up and down her foot. His movements were slow and gentle, but the slight pressure and squeeze of his fingers let her know he was not tentative. He was simply giving her time to get used to him. She felt his other hand on her left foot and she relaxed further under his touch. As she did so, her legs opened and she felt Daniel step in between them. He began to run his hands up and down her legs, moving a bit further up her leg each time. He made a low humming sound of appreciation in his throat. He inhaled deeply, and exhaled slowly as his hands moved up her legs, over her hips and across her belly. He caressed her belly, squeezing the soft flesh slightly. She knew he was enjoying the feel of the extra padding she carried and that made her smile.

She shifted slightly so that she could fully open her legs and press her belly into his touch. He leaned forward and pressed his face to her belly while his hands fondled both breasts. She could feel the tip of his hard cock brushing her between her legs. 

Her hips lifted as her body attempted to complete the most primal of human connections. After all, she'd been in a state of arousal for the last hour and a half thanks to the shower and the other preparations. She was more than ready for some release. Daniel lifted off her and she felt his fingers brush her pubic hair. She liked to keep the natural hair in the front and shave underneath where she was most sensitive. He ran his fingers through the hair and murmured, "Nice." He rested his palm on the hair and she felt his thumb stroke along the smooth shaved skin. She was breathing quickly now....anticipating his touch on her throbbing clit.

His thumb reached down, almost to her opening, and pressed in easily, finding the warm slipperiness between her inner labia. She felt his thumb slide upward, parting her labia and sliding up to her clit, spreading the slipperiness. When he circled her clit with slight pressure, she moaned and opened her legs as wide as she could. He continued to use his thumb in slow circular movements to massage her clit and her labia, occasionally dipping into her. All her attention was focused on his hand and the pleasure he was causing with his easy movements. 

He removed his hand, and before she had time to register disappointment, she felt the smooth, round head of his hard cock in place of the thumb. He used the head of his cock to circle her clit, then slid it down to her hungry opening and back to her clit several times. Each time, her hips moved with him, encouraging him to slip inside her. He had brought her nearly to the point of orgasm with his caresses, and she longed to complete the journey. She wanted him inside her.

Finally she felt him press into her opening. She let out a soft, encouraging moan that was almost a whimper. He entered only a little ways, then retreated. He entered again, a bit further this time, and again retreated. He worked his way slowly forward until she felt him press completely into her. He retreated once more and thrust smoothly and deeply into her. He let out a groan of pleasure, and at the sound, she tumbled over the edge into waves of pleasure. He stayed still inside her until she began to relax. Then he placed his hands on her ample hips and began a slow, steady, purposeful stroking rhythm.

She couldn't believe how wet she was. Daniel slid in and out of her effortlessly. His pace gradually quickened and his breathing became more rapid. She felt her pleasure rising with his until they were both moaning with every stroke. She knew, even though she couldn't see him, when he hit the point of no return. He was going to have his release no matter what.

His strokes were rapid and deep. His hands gripped her hips and pulled her into every stroke. He gave three hard, fast thrusts and she felt him begin to pulse inside her. He groaned with pleasure with every pulse. She began to climax right along with him and his groans intensified. She knew that he felt her orgasm and that it was intensifying his own.

Daniel stayed inside her until her spasms subsided, then he slipped out of her. He caressed her belly, then her damp pubic hair and finally allowed his hand to trail down her leg as he moved away. She heard the soft snap of a condom being removed and she felt sheepish when she realized that the wetness she felt between her legs was all her own.

"Hmmmm. That was so sexy. I think Daniel enjoyed it very much," her lover whispered in her ear. 

She was still trying to catch her breath, but his comment made her smile. She liked knowing that she had pleased both him and Daniel. She was still smiling foolishly when she heard the door open again.

Her lover chuckled in her ear, "Ok, baby. This is Peter....no pun intended."

She giggled and heard Peter chuckle softly. It was a sexy, deep chuckle.

His chuckle shifted to a growling purr in the back of his throat as she felt his hand cup her left breast. Her smile faded as arousal began to build again. She loved having her breasts played with and hoped he wasn't planning on stopping soon.

He lifted her breast slightly, letting it's weight rest in his hand. She felt warm breath on her skin as he leaned forward to brush his lips along the curved side of the mound he held. Her nipple was tingling...longing to be touched. But he continued to kiss and nibble his way to the underside of her breast without so much as brushing the nipple. She felt his other hand begin caressing her right breast, exploring the shape and heft of it. She began to squirm a bit and gave a soft moan that was part pleasure, part frustration. Her protest had no effect. He continued to tease all over her breasts with fingers, lips and tongue without ever touching her nipples.

Finally, his mouth moved toward her left nipple, but stopped short of contact. She could feel how near he was and raised her breast toward him. He didn't let her make contact, but she felt a brief, brushing contact on her other nipple. The tingle that brief contact shot through her made her gasp, partly because it was unexpected. Before she could exhale, she felt him pinch that nipple gently between thumb and finger. Her exhale came out as a moan. Without warning, his warm mouth closed firmly over her left nipple and began to suckle. At the same time, he began to roll the right nipple between his thumb and forefinger. 

"God, yes!" she gasped as she used her hand on the back of his head to hold him to her. She could feel him using his tongue to roll her nipple and he used pressure from lips and teeth to broaden the area of stimulation. It felt amazing after the teasing. Soon he began to suckle more greedily as his other hand alternated between massaging her breast and tweaking her nipple. She felt like he wanted to eat her alive, yet he wasn't rough. The combination of eagerness and control had her clit aching.

Suddenly she felt hands on her inner thighs, opening her legs. She heard what sounded like casters on a stool and then someone was settling between her legs.

With the feeling of warm breath in her ear she heard her lover murmur, "Nathan's going to take care of that clit for you, baby." 

"Oh, thank God" was her only thought as she opened her legs.

Peter continued to fondle her breasts and suckle her nipples while she felt Nathan use his thumbs to spread her damp labia. She felt him lean toward her and then his tongue was exploring the inner side of her outer labia. He took long tastes of first one side, then the other, barely grazing her clit before starting back at the bottom. His hands were confident on her body which let her relax and give herself up to the pleasure he was giving her. He was clearly familiar with full, fleshy women and was comfortable using his hands to open the lips for access to the sweetness.

Her hand reached out and closed, almost of it's own accord, on Peter's hard cock. She stroked him gently, exploring with her hand, but her attention was mostly focused on Nathan. Nathan was taking long swipes with his tongue from her moist opening to her hard clit and back again. He gradually increased the pressure and she moaned, grinding into him.

His lips closed around her clit and he suckled it like it was a nipple. His tongue rubbed gently and she could feel the climax building inside her. She moaned and wiggled against him as his tongue and lips seemed to be everywhere at once - her clit, her opening and her labia all received his skilled attention. Her pleasure built gradually, as it always did with oral stimulation, but she was definately on the road to a terrific orgasm. He eagerly continued to lick and suckle and her hips began to gyrate in a thrusting motion. She longed for something inside her to help her continue the climb toward release. She felt him slip two fingers into her and she gasped, "Oh yes. Don't stop. Don't stop." She didn't remember putting her hand on his head, but it was there. She wasn't holding him there, she just wanted to be sure he didn't stop. She was grinding more and more frantically into him, thrusting herself down onto his fingers, striving to bring her orgasm to fruition. She could hear the pitch of her moans rising, becoming louder the closer she got to release.

In her ear she heard, "Oh yeah, baby....that's it....cum for us....that's it, baby."

She felt Peter thrusting his cock in and out of her hand while his fingers continued to stimulate her nipples and squeeze her breasts. Nathan thrust his fingers in and out of her, keeping time with her thrusting. Suddenly, she was there. She ground down onto Nathan's fingers and pushed her clit tight against his mouth. Her back arched, thrusting her breasts into Peter's hands. She let out a groan that was nearly a scream....and she WASN'T a screamer. Nathan kept his fingers inside her- she could feel them wiggling as the walls of her pussy spasmed around them. Nathan let out a muffled groan of pleasure as he pressed his face tight to her body and used his tongue to lap her juices.

Gradually the spasms subsided and awareness of her surroundings began to return. She was breathing hard and her heart was pounding. She realized that she had Peter's cock in a pretty firm grip, and she loosened her hand. She felt Nathan's fingers slip out of her pussy and he gave her opening a final lick before his face lifted away from her. She realized that the men were chuckling and making comments to one another about how hot that was and about how intense her orgasm had been. They sounded like they had really enjoyed it.

The last of her doubts about her body and about this experience fled. She was safe and with men who found her sexy.....and she was going to enjoy herself to the fullest!

As she caught her breath and had a drink of water, their hands roamed over her body. The gentle stimulation made her skin tingle and kept her from drifting off into post-orgasm languor. They weren't finished with her yet and she began to wonder what would happen next.

She knew that Peter was on her left and that Nathan had moved to stand on her right. In the process of caressing her, Nathan's hand moved down the side of her face and she could smell herself on his skin. She had a sudden urge to taste, so she guided his fingers to her mouth and began to lick and suck his fingers, one after the other. She could taste her juices and smell her musky scent.

He let out a soft, "Damn" as he felt her tongue exploring the fingers in her mouth. She knew he was probably imagining what it would feel like to have his cock in her mouth. She was wondering about the same thing and decided to find out. She reached for him and he helped her hand find what it was seeking. She decided there were times when a blindfold could be inconvenient, but she loved not knowing who was there. For all she knew, they were men that she knew in her life using false names so that she wouldn't make the connection.

Her hand closed on Nathan's cock and she found him to be rock hard. She rolled toward him so she could stroke the shaft slowly with one hand while the other explored his balls. She felt him widen his stance a bit and change the angle of his body to make it easier for her to explore. He was natural above and clean shaven down below. His balls felt full and heavy in her hand and she took turns rolling them gently between her fingers. The head of his cock was smooth and she felt a drop of precum emerging, which she used to help her thumb slide in slow circles over the head. She was pleased to discover that his cock was on a level with her mouth and that it was easy to use the head to gently caress her cheeks and slightly parted lips.

She allowed her tongue to caress the head and used it to explore the round smoothness. She allowed her saliva to flow onto him and get the head wet and slippery. She began to use her lips, too, exploring and caressing only the head of his cock, gradually slipping her lips over the head so that it was completely enclosed in her warm mouth. Her tongue kept exploring and caressing as she advanced and retreated in a slow rhythm. She took a bit more of his cock into her mouth with each advance until she could feel the head touch the back of her throat. She held him there for just a moment, savoring the feeling of her mouth being totally full of hard, smooth cock.

She used her hand and mouth to give several slow, sensuous strokes while her tongue continued to wiggle. Nathan let out a low moan of pleasure and began to move slightly with her. She stroked him a few more times, then retreated almost completely off his cock. She tipped her head to the side and slid her lips down the shaft and back up to the head, still providing stimulation with her tongue and allowing saliva to coat the shaft. She did the same to the other side, then took the now very wet and slippery shaft in her hand and stroked slowly while her tongue played over his smooth shaven balls. She closed her lips around each one, sucking it gently into her mouth and rolling it with her tongue. She pressed her face into his sack and lapped at his balls, all the while, continuing to stimulate the shaft and head with her hand.

He was breathing more rapidly now and the muscles in his legs were tensing. She didn't want to make him cum, so she stopped stroking his shaft and merely held him while she used her tongue to lick him from base to head and back again several times. She fondled his balls gently as she took him into her mouth once again. She used long deep strokes, with some suction when only his head was in her mouth. Her tongue couldn't get enough of exploring him, and she found herself quickening the pace.

Nathan was moving with her, fucking her mouth as much as she was sucking him. Again, she felt his muscles start to tense and noticed that his balls had pulled tight against his body. He was ready to cum, but she wasn't quite ready to let him.

She lifted her mouth off of him and stroked him gently, letting the arousal ease off. She shifted her body and used the head of his cock to tease her nipples. She explored the tight, wrinkled skin of his balls, and let her index finger caress the hard ridge below them. He moaned with pleasure and used his hands to press her breasts around his throbbing cock. He was producing so much pre-cum by now that after a couple strokes, his cock slid easily between her breasts. He pressed into her and began to pump in a rhthym that was sure to end in an explosion.

She fondled his balls and continued to apply pressure underneath them. His breathing became more ragged and he seemed to hesitate. She wanted him to cum on her creamy white chest, so she tugged gently on his balls to encourage him to keep stroking. He let out a husky groan and began to pump in earnest. It wasn't long before she felt warm liquid splash across her skin, accompanied by the sound of a deep groan from Nathan. She purred with pleasure and swore she could feel every drop. It was so warm.... Nathan gave one final thrust and stepped back from her. Her fingers began to spread his cum on her skin. She used it to lubricate her nipples which she rolled and pinched lightly as she rolled back onto her back.

"I don't think Peter can wait anymore, baby" said a chuckling voice in her ear.




Unbelievable



At the same time she felt hands spreading her knees and Peter's hard cock pressing into her. He filled her completely with the first thrust. His hands clenched her hips and he began to thrust fast and hard. She continued to play with her own nipples, working Nathan's cum into her skin, matching the thrust of her hips to Peter pace. She heard Peter begin to growl deep in his throat. The growl became more pronounced and deeper with each thrust. A few more hard thrusts and he exploded on a prolonged growl. The sound and the feel of his cock pulsing inside her sent her over the edge into an orgasm of her own. Her moans of pleasure mingled with Peter's.

Before her orgasm had completely subsided, she felt Peter slip out of her and move away. She felt like she'd been cut off mid-orgasm. The experience was incomplete. This thought had barely registered when she felt someone else between her legs. She felt something firm and rounded pressing into her. She realized that another man had taken Peter's place. The head of his cock felt larger that Peter's.....more bulbous. It stretched her opening pleasantly, but caused no pain.

As he began to stroke in a slow, easy rhythm she heard her lover say, "Baby, this is CJ. He's always had a fantasy about being able to walk up to a woman and just start doing her. He was watching Peter and he couldn't take his eyes off your sexy body displayed like you are."

She heard CJ murmur, "Feels so good...so hot and tight."

Hearing this sent a thrill of excitement through her body. She loved knowing that she was turning him on and that he enjoyed watching her and being inside her. Her pussy was twitching with aftershocks from the orgasm Peter had given her and from the adjustment to CJ's size. His strokes were long and easy, and he made little sounds of pleasure as he moved in and out of her. His hands explored her thighs as he moved. He opened her pussy lips and rolled her clit under his thumb, all the while keeping up a steady rhythm. He took his thumb off her clit and reached to hold her breast. He leaned forward and began to suck one nipple while he rolled the other one between thumb and finger. She wondered what he thought about tasting Peter on her skin. She found the thought incredibly arousing.

Her hips began to move with CJ, and his pace began to increase. He slipped his hands under her shoulders, right over her shoulder blades, and lifted her slightly, pressing her breast to his mouth. He moved his mouth to the other breast as he continued to hold her. His hands were large and his arms were thick and strong. She realized that he was a tall, big man and the way he was holding her made her feel feminine and vulnerable in a pleasing sort of way. His steady thrusting combined with the stimulation to her nipples was moving her quickly toward yet another orgasm. Her breathing quickened and her movements became more urgent as she surrendered to his strength and to the sensations he was causing. She slipped her arms between his so that she could reach down and put her hands on his hips. She pulled him into herself, fast and deep. As she reached the peak, she wrapped her legs around him and used them and her hands to still his thrusting.

He remained still, deep inside her as her pussy spasmed around his cock. She ground her clit against him and moaned with every wave of pleasure that rippled through her. She heard CJ say,"Oh, damn, I can feel her cumming....She's squeezing my cock.....oh, damn that's hot."

As her orgasm began to subside, she released her death grip on his hips and he straightened. She loosened her legs and felt his hands slide under her until he was holding her ass. He said, "God, girl, that felt so good....I've just got to fuck you."

He lifted her slightly and pulled her onto his hard cock. She put her hands at her side to steady herself and gave herself up to the sensation of being pulled onto his thrusting cock. His thrusts were deep, fast and hard. His length was perfect. He could ram himself completely into her without hurting her. She loved the feel of his hands on her ass and his balls slapping into her with every thrust. She had barely recovered from the last orgasm when she was stunned to feel herself building toward another one. The steady thrusting, his hands on her ass, his balls slapping against her, the sound of her wetness - all were combining to move her toward that peak of pleasure. CJ was breathing hard, his hands gripping her ass. Every thrust jarred her body and ground her clit. He was deep in her, fucking her with short, fast, hard strokes. He began a low chant: "Oh, god....oh, god.....oh, god......oh, goooooooood". As he came, he pulled her onto him and held her there. She felt her pussy tighten around him, squeezing in rhythmic spasms of pleasure. She moaned with him and felt him shudder as each of her spasms caused intense sensation for him.

Finally they were both spent, and he worked his hands out from under her. She relaxed, catching her breath as he moved away from her. 

She settled herself in her original position and spent a few moments recovering and having another drink of water. She touched her damp pubic hair softly and caressed a nipple. It was almost as though she were making sure everything was still in place. It was hard to believe this was happening.

Someone took her hand and moved it gently off her nipple. Warm lips took it's place, licking and suckling. Then she felt warm lips on her other nipple as well. Oh, it felt so good...two set of lips...four hands caressing her.

"That's Peter and Nathan taking care of the girls, baby. Now I'd like to you meet Alex.

She felt someone settling himself between her legs. Hands ran slowly up both her thighs with gentle pressure, encouraging her legs to open fully. She felt his thumbs caress both sides of her slit, first on the outside, then pressing gently inward and exploring the moist interior. He slid both thumbs from her opening to her eager clit and back again several times. The double stimulation was interesting, and when both thumbs dipped into her at the same time, she moaned with pleasure. He stroked in and out of her, still using both thumbs, pulling them apart slightly on the outstroke producing a pleasant stretching sensation.

She felt his hands slide further apart as he leaned forward and began exploring with his tongue. He took long licks from her opening to her clit and back again, moving his tongue from side to side and taking a moment to give her clit a quick suck each time he reached it. God, it felt so good. She opened her legs as much as she could and drank in the sensations. His hands shifted to her thighs, and she felt him push her legs up and apart so that he could reach her more easily. Just as her hands were moving toward her knees with the intention of holding her legs in the position he wanted, she felt Peter and Nathan each take charge of a leg.

They held her legs up and open, but didn't pull or stretch them in a way that caused pain. She felt the lips of her pussy open and felt Alex bury his face in her wetness. He suckled her clit until she was moaning and longing for something inside her. His tongue moved down to probe her opening and she found herself hoping that he would stay there for a while. Instead, she felt him reach down with his tongue and circle her asshole. She normally wasn't all that interested in that kind of thing, but tonight she found her body responding with a jolt of pleasure and a gasp that Alex took as encouragement.

She felt Peter and Nathan shift position so that they could curl her up a bit tighter and make it easier for Alex to reach her asshole. He ran his tongue from clit to asshole several times, spreading slippery pleasure with every stroke. Then his face and hands lifted away from her, and she was left wondering what was happening. Her question was soon answered when she heard the unmistakable sound of a bottle of lube being popped open. She felt the cold lube splash on her clit and begin to roll down her slit toward her ass. Alex's finger soon followed. He ran his finger up and down a couple times, spreading the lube before he began to concentrate on her asshole.

He made slippery circles using slight pressure as he leaned forward to suckle her clit again. She didn't know when she had begun playing with her nipples, but she realized she was madly rolling and tweaking them. She was sliding her asshole back and forth across Alex's finger, enjoying the way the tip of it was slipping in and out of her. He wasn't going in deep enough to hit the second band of muscle yet, so there was no resistance or discomfort. 

She felt him lift his face from her and heard him sit back. He put the palm of one hand on her pubic hair and continued to stroke her from opening to clit with his thumb while he gently slipped his finger a bit further into her asshole. To her amazement, the inner band of muscle opened readily to his touch. He used plenty of lube and gave her a few slow, gentle strokes. Then she felt him slip his finger out of her ass. She felt mildly disappointed until she felt something slim and cool pressing into the opening.

She heard her lover's voice in her ear, "Alex has your favorite plug, baby. If you want him to stop, or ease up, just say so. This is all for you, so whatever you want to happen will happen and nothing more."

At that moment, what she wanted was that slim butt plug inside her. She loved the smoothness of it, and the way it was tapered meant that it stretched her gradually and never caused pain. As if he was reading her mind, Alex began to slip the plug in and out of her in slow, smooth strokes. Her hips rocked, moving her ass down onto the plug in time with his strokes. His hand continued to stimulate her pussy. The combination of the plug and his thumb dipping in and out of her pussy was amazing. The moans she let out each time he did that soon had him skipping the trip up to caress her clit and only using his thumb to dip in and out of her pussy while the plug continued to stroke in and out of her ass.

She was so lost in the sensation that she barely heard a murmurred consultation between the men. They soon had her full attention, however, because she felt the plug slip out of her ass and Alex's hands disappear from her body. She felt the beginnings of confusion, but then a combination of murmured instructions and encouragement from the hands on her body led her to understand that she was to turn over.

With their help she was soon on her hands and knees with her ass in the air. Supports were adjusted so that she could lay her head and upper torso down. She felt incredibly exposed and aroused in this position. She felt hands slipping under her, cupping her breasts and rolling her nipples. She felt more lube running down her ass, and Alex's thumb pressing against her asshole. He didn't penetrate, just pressed and rubbed. Then she felt the head of his cock rubbing over her clit. He slid it back and forth a couple times, then pressed smoothly into her. She began moving back and forth on his cock almost before he started stroking into her. The combination of his cock inside her, his thumb on her ass and the stimulation to her nipples was driving her crazy. 

She felt him pause in his stroking and use his hand to still her motion. Then she felt the plug slipping into her ass again. Oh, God, he was going to fuck her ass with the plug and her pussy with his cock. The dual stimulation had her clutching the fur in both fists, gasping and moaning like she rarely had before. After a bit, Alex's thrusts became more urgent, and she felt him remove the plug from her ass and grab her hips in both hands. God, she loved the feel of his hands on her ass while he fucked her. Suddenly she heard a sharp slap and felt a sting on her right cheek. She gasped with the pleasure of the sound and the sting. She began to rock back onto him more urgently. Again, she heard and felt a sharp swat on her ass. She loved the sound and the feel of it. She loved not knowing when it would be coming again. She felt her orgasm building. She knew she wouldn't cum until he did...it was always that way for her with doggy style. But she also knew that when she did cum, it would be a good one.

Alex was breathing hard. Using his hands to pull her onto his thrusting cock. Every thrust was a small slap to her ass. Her breasts were jiggling in the hands than were still playing with them, adding to her pleasure. She felt Alex lean forward and wrap an arm around her. His fingers found her clit and ground it while his arm pulled her back onto his cock. His thrusts were short, deep and urgent. He soon straightened, put his hands on her hips and thrust long, deep and fast into her. With a loud groan, he thrust into her one last time and she felt his cock throbbing inside her. She tumbled right after him. Awareness of everything but the exquisite waves of pleasure coursing through her vanished and she was lost in sensation.

When awareness returned, she was gasping for air and bathed in sweat. Alex was no longer inside her and the muscles of her legs and arms were trembling from exertion. She heard a door close softly somewhere past the end of her feet. She sensed that the others had gone, and that she and her lover were alone.

He gently slipped the blindfold up over her head, and she blinked for a moment to clear her vision. They smiled at each other and he bent to give her a lingering kiss. It felt so good. This one part of her body had been left untouched by the others. It had been reserved for him. Then without a word, he helped her off the platform she'd been lying on and onto a matress that was on the floor nearby. The sheets were fresh and it felt good to stretch out on their cool, smooth surface.

He lay down beside her, leaning over her to kiss her again. Her arms went around his neck as his hand slid down to softly touch her moist womanhood. His voice was husky as he said, "I know you're probably worn out, baby, but I've just got to be inside you. You're so beautiful, and sexy. I love you, and right now, I want to be as close to you as is humanly possible."

She nodded and he rolled on top of her. He slipped easily into her, the weight of him familiar. She revelled in the feel of his skin against hers. His mouth closed over hers and they kissed deeply with him just resting inside her. As the kiss deepened, she wrapped her legs and arms around him, holding him close. Her heart was full with love for him and amazement at the experience he had arranged for her. He rose above her and began to stroke in and out of her. His eyes were closed as he focused on the sensation. It felt so good to have skin to skin there, too. She didn't mind condoms, but she loved being able to do without...an experience also reserved for him.

Her hands moved to his chest, playing with his nipples, her eyes closing as she surrendered to the sensation of joining with him in love. She didn't think she had any orgasms left in her, but as he built to his peak, she discovered that she was climbing right along with him. Their bodies moved easily together, the product of long familiarity. As long as he'd waited, it didn't take him long to reach his peak. Even so, she reached hers first. She gripped his hips and ground against him. He instinctively paused in his thrusting, knowing that this would increase her enjoyment. He felt her spasm around him and that pushed him over the edge into a release of his own. He thrust into her, filling her with his juices, then collapsed on top of her, catching his breath.

She lay, drifting in the aftermath of their lovemaking, enjoying the weight of him. Soon he rolled off her and gathered her in his arms. She snuggled close and let herself begin to drift off to sleep. A faint smile was on her lips, and just before she drifted off completely she whispered one word....."Unbelievable".



Unbelievable



Captain James immediately knew something was wring when he was awaken from his deep cyber sleep and saw that he was still several years away from reaching the atmosphere of Earth.

Space debris as well as his ship was being pulled toward the largest Black Hole he had ever heard of. It was sucking everything into it, even light. He turned the ship around and applied the power to the limit. It wasn't working. In fact nothing he tried was working. He was still being pulled back toward it. 

He was able to send out a last ditch message to Earth detailing his situation. He was going to die!

He turned the ship back around as he decided that if he was going to die at least he was going to face it head on. He watched the screen as the Black Hole became larger and larger till it completely filled the screen. Then there was only blackness.  

Captain Williams slowly opened his eyes. He couldn't believe what he was seeing on the screen....stars...lots of stars. As he got his bearings, his mind told him that this couldn't be possible. He wondered if he was dead.

He quickly dismissed that notion because he now knew exactly where he was. He was on his way...Home!?!

On the screen in the distance was the unmistakably beautiful blue and white planet of his...Earth. He couldn't explain what had happened. Maybe the Black Hole had taken him on a short cut home. Whatever had happened didn't really matter because he was going home at last.

He tried to contact NASA and laughed out loud when they responded. He was given final landing instructions, and put the ship on automatic.

As he settled back awaiting the landing, he thought to himself that he should check himself to ensure that he hadn't changed in any way. Being a movie buff he had fantasies that he had turned into one of the Fantastic Four. He would have loved to be the Human Torch. He laughed himself till his side began to hurt and then again waited on the landing.

The landing went perfect and everything looked just as he had left it. 

The women was still just as beautiful and hot as ever. He couldn't wait to be with one but that would have to wait for now. As expected he was debriefed and put into an isolation chamber where he would spend the next several days before being given a clean bill of health. He was given something to help him sleep and soon was fast asleep. The next morning he awoke very hungry and was told that breakfast would be sent to him. He decided to take a long overdue shower. He looked at himself in the mirror and was surprised to see that he didn't need a shave. 

He removed his robe and stepped into the steaming hot water. The was when he first felt it, the cool air between his legs. He looked down his body past his muscular chest, flat stomach, and...Screamed!!

The guards and medical staff came running immediately. They found Captain Williams sitting on the floor of the shower covering his genitals. 

"Would everyone please leave except the doctor? Williams begged.

Doctor something is wrong! Something is terribly wrong!"

"What is it, Captain?"

"I don't know how to say this."

"Just come out and say what is bothering you son."

"I am a man right? I mean I am a male? But I have a...have a..

"A what Captain?"

I have a vagina doctor," he said in almost a whisper.

"Well yes you do Captain Williams and it is a very healthy one too. We did a complete check of your entire body and everything is perfect."

"Maybe you didn't understand me doctor. I am a man but I have a vagina when I am suppose to have a cock!"

"A cock, is this some type of joke Captain?"

"Joke? This is no fucking joke Doctor! Look for yourself!" He removed his hands so that the doctor could closely examine him.

The doctor looked him over and again told him that there is nothing wrong with him.

"Nothing wrong? Have you ever seen a man with a pussy before? I had a cock when I left on this flight and now I don't. So don't tell me that there is nothing wrong!"

"Seen a man with a pussy before, you asked me? Only every last breathing male on this planet is all."

"Every last male on this planet? You are a fucking lair! This is insane!"

He started to panic so the doctor called the guards to subdue him and he was injected with something to keep him calm. 

Captain James Williams kept fighting with them even after the injection. So the doctor had an idea. He removed his clothing and showed James his own clean shaven vagina. James stared in disbelief and passed out. 

He was later given a interview with the medical staff and the higher military staff. He was allowed to sit in a chair facing them but still found himself chained and unable to move.

"Let me see if I have this straight. Men here have vaginas and women have cocks?"

"That's correct Captain"

"Do girls here still have boobs?"

"Of course! Captain you said something about where you came from Men have the cocks, is that correct Captain Williams?"

"YES!"

"And this place you came from is called Earth?"

"YES! YES! What is wrong with you people?"

"Captain we are afraid that you will be required to stay in the isolation chamber longer then expected until we find the reason for your memory lapse."

James knew that there wasn't any use trying to convince the people of this Earth that he was from another exact Earth. It even sounded crazy to himself, but he knew that was the answer. It had to be the Black Hole had somehow has transferred him to this Earth by mistake.

But who would believe him?

He realized that he would have to accept his situation for now in order to be released. Over the next several long weeks he had to learn everything there was to learn about having a vagina as if he was a very young girl back on his home planet. He learned about birth control....having a period....buying panties and even using the bathroom. He developed a much better understanding and acceptance of the women back on his home planet. He accepted his fate and soon learned almost all there was to know...almost all.

Finally his day of release was at hand. He was summon to his doctor's office for a final briefing. 

"Captain James Williams, we are releasing you, but in my opinion you should stay with us for some additional counseling. Especially if you really do believe that at one time you had a cock and that it was you that penetrated the females. It's going to be a whole new ballgame for you now and a guy has to be very careful out there because a woman will do or say anything to get in your panties."

James couldn't stop laughing, but finally told the doctor that he knew how to talk to the opposite sex. They were still females and a smooth line worked then and it will work now.

"May I call you James? Listen James your cocky attitude is just the thing to lead to your downfall. Some females can be very ruthless and aggressive when it come to bedding down a male. You are not ready to go out in the world with that frame of mind, in my opinion!"

"Thanks Doc, but I can handle myself. Can I go now?"

James returned to his apartment, or at least what used to be his apartment on his home planet. As he headed up the stairs he met two girls coming down and thought to himself this would be a perfect time to lay his line on them.

"Hello ladies, nice day isn't it?"

"Hey baby, you sure do have a nice ass!"

"What?"

"Oh a dumb one. She said you have a nice ass and I bet your cunt is just as nice!"

"My what?"

"Hey wait a minute. You are that space guy aren't you? I saw you on TV. You just came back from that space mission didn't you? I bet you are hard up for some cock baby?!"

"I...I..."

"Hey space guy come and sit on my missile! Houston, we have a hard-on! I've got ten inches for you bitch, want it?"

James turned and ran the rest of the way to his apartment. He slammed the door shut and locked it. He couldn't believe how vulgar they were to him.

He got a drink of water and sat down trying to get his thoughts together. Surly they were just a couple of drunks. He would do much better at the clubs tonight. He decided to take a shower. He went to the bedroom to dry off and sat on the edge of his bed. For the first time since he had returned he took a look hard look at his vagina. He put a mirror between his legs and examined himself closely. Then looking around the room as if to check and see if anyone was looking, he inserted a finger into himself.

It felt so wonderful as he moaned out loud. Caught up in the moment and needing relief, he began to finger fuck himself. His finger was soon coated with his juices and he could both see and feel his clitoris swell and extend from under its protective hood. He rubbed his slick fingers over his engorged clit and soon was masturbating full blast. He laid back on the bed and was taking turns finger fucking himself and masturbating. His orgasm was fast approaching and he couldn't have stopped it even if he wanted too...which he didn't!

I'M GONNA CUM! I'M GONNA FUCKING CUM! I'M...OHHHHHH!!

His orgasm started in his vagina and quickly spread out to his entire body. His legs stiffen and his breath came in short grasps. When it fully hit him...he screamed at the top of his lungs!!

"Oh My God! The feeling was so intense!"

The sexual after glow was unlike nothing he had ever experience in his life. He wanted to be held. He wanted to be kissed and told how special he was.

Holy Shit his body was responding like a...well, like a girl's. This was getting out of hand and he had to get his confidence back. The best way to do that was to go out tonight and pick up some hot babe! He rested as he thought about tonight but he couldn't deny the tingling sensations he was still feeling between his legs.

He had to admit to himself that he was a bit rusty on club hopping but he soon found one called the Dew Drop Inn. As it turned out it was a combination of a bar and truck stop. From the very first moment he walked through the door he could feel all eyes on him...or rather on his ass! It wasn't because anyone there recognized him he soon understood, it was because he was fresh pussy and fair game!

One of the side effects of having a vagina was that his ass and hips grew wider and more shapely with a natural curve. So even though he was trying hard not to stand out, his jeans hugged each and every curve showcasing his assets. 

Still it unnerved him to know that every woman here was watching his ass and wanted to fuck him. How do females back home deal with it?

It wasn't too long before it started. The first one to approach him was a lady truck driver that looked like she could punch her way through a brick wall.

"Hey there, you pretty lil thing. What is someone as fine as you doing here all by yourself?"

Not looking her in the face, all James could say was that he only came in here for a nice cold beer. He excused himself from the bar and went to one of the small tables in the room. 

Another female approached him..."Did it hurt?"

"Excuse me?"

"I wanted to know if it hurt?"

"If what hurt?"

"If it hurt when a angel like you fell from heaven!" She laughed at her own remark thinking it was witty.

James excused himself and went to yet another table.

He had barely sat down before another female came over to his table.

Not another one, he thought to himself. 

However this one seemed nice and wasn't rubbing her cock as she stared at him. So he let her join him at the table. She said her name was Tisha and she has just gotten off work and came in to unwind. He found out that she was single and didn't want to go home alone. As he listened to her, James found himself warming to her and just having her at his table kept the other vultures away. They make small talk until a slow song came on and she asked him to dance. James longed for the feel of a female in his arms and readily accepted. She was a very good dancer and when she pressed her breasts against his chest he found himself becoming aroused and thus wet between his legs. This was a new sensation for him and he had to admit to himself that he liked it.

She laid her head down on his shoulder, and for the briefest moment things were once again as they would have been back home. He was at peace for the first time he could remember in such a long time. But then reality came slamming back to him when he felt Tisha's cock began to harden and press against him.

His body was responding to hers. They were doing a slow grind on the dance floor and to be honest he liked the feeling she was causing him to have. Her hands slid down ever so smoothly onto her ass. Her harden nipples pressed further into his chest. When her rock hard cock jerked, he pulled away suddenly.

"What's wrong James?" she asked.

How could he tell her that everything was wrong! He was responding to her cock for god's sake....Her dam hard cock! This wasn't the way it was suppose to be. This was wrong. This was unbelievable!

Yet as easily as it was to understand it, it was equally hard to explain it to her. He didn't know what to say, so he just looked down at her bulging cock. When she saw what he was looking at, she covered herself up.

"I...I...I am so sorry James! I didn't mean to get turned on, it just happened. Please don't be mad at me!" She cried.

Tears came into his eyes. He didn't belong here. His mind would not accept things as they were here. He told Tisha that he had to go. She walked him out to his car trying her best to put him at ease. It didn't help and he got in his car without speaking a word to her.

"Here James" she said to him. "At least take me card and know that you can call me anytime day or night and I will be there for you."

He put the card in his pocket and drove away without looking back. 

He wondered what was wrong. Why did he react that way? He liked her a lot and he could tell she liked him as well. 

The a small voice in his head spoke up..."I will tell what is wrong. She was turning you on. She was turning you on big time. You were getting to the point where you wanted her to...fuck you!"

He had admitted it, at least in his mind. It was true for a moment there he did want her to fuck him. Was that so wrong? Was he losing his mind or having a breakdown?

At a stoplight he saw another club called "The Black Tigress". He was tired of feeling sorry for himself and the least he could do is get drunk.

He pulled into the parking lot and went in. As his eyes adjusted to the dim light inside, he saw that it was filled with 90% black women. He sat at the bar and ordered a wine cooler. 

What was happening to him? Why didn't he order a more manly drink like whiskey on the rocks or something like that? Was he beginning to change completely now that he had a...well you know. He could feel all eyes once again on him, but he was getting used to that. Before he could finish his drink, the bartender brought another before him and explained it was from the table where three beautiful black females were sitting and smiling at him. 

He thanked them for the drink and they motioned for him to come over and join them. They were smiling and seemed friendly enough so he did.

"New in town, baby?" one of them asked as he sat down.

"Yes, actually I am new in town."

"Well welcome to The Black Tigress. Guess you can see where it gets it's name from" she laughed. "My name is Tyra and these are my friends Fallon and Jen."

James shook their hands and began to tell his name when Tyra stopped him.

"We know who you are, sugar. You are Captain James Williams. You just returned from a very important space mission."

"That's correct" James said very impressed.

"Hey sugar, your drink has got to be flat by now. Let Fallon go get you another drink from the bar."

He didn't noticed the knowing glance the two women exchanged as she left for the bar. When she returned, they all gave a toast to the Captain's safe return. James emptied his glass in one gulp.

Here he was a Captain in the United States Air Force..graduate of the University of Kentucky..second degree from Columbia University, and he never had a clue that they had just spiked his drink!

They made small talk and made sure his glass never got empty. He realized that he was becoming very comfortable around these ladies. Tyra asked him to dance about 30 minutes later and she led him to the floor. He was feeling good, and didn't think anything of it when Jan rubbed his ass as he passed her on the way to the dance floor He just smiled.

"Oh this is my slow jam, sugar. Hold me real tight!"

He held her tight and when he felt her nipples digging into his chest, he once again felt himself getting wet. In fact he was beyond wet...his panties were soaked! He felt her cock press against him and he pressed back. She turned his face up to hers and their lips came together. As her tongue was exploring his mouth, her hands were massaging his ass. James responded to her every move. He wanted her to fuck him hard and deep!

He wanted her to place her large cock inside him so badly. What should have been a disturbing thought given his recent frame of mind now seemed so natural. He didn't give it any thought, he just wanted it to happen!

He would have let her fuck him right there on the dance floor if she so desired. Still kissing his hands came up and massaged her breasts causing her to moan into his mouth. The song ended but they stayed glued together on the dance floor She finally broke their kiss and lead him back to the table. The other girls all seemed excited as they headed back to the table. 

Fallon asked, "James do you know what they say about black women? Without waiting for a answer, she said "that we have bigger cocks!"

He tried to think and focus on what she was saying but only could muster a silly grin. 

Jan asked "So what do you think about that James?"

Before he could say a word, Tyra grabbed his hand and put it up under her skirt. Her cock was hard and throbbing. Under normal James would have recoiled in shock, but under the influence of the drug, he was in heat. He wrapped his hand around her cock and began to stroke it gently. She was so dam hard he thought to himself happily. 

Fallon began to undo his jeans. When she didn't meet any resistance she put her hand down inside his panties.

"Oh shit, baby! Your dam cunt is soaked and is so fucking hot!"

James spread his legs wider to give her better access. Then Tyra pushed his head down under the tablecloth and her skirt. Her cock was throbbing right in his face and he wasted no time sucking it into his mouth. She tasted so good!

His pants and panties were down around his knees now and he was throwing his pussy to the expert finger manipulations of Fallon. He was moaning but because his mouth was full of black female cock, he couldn't be heard to anyone beyond their table.

"Baby, you are a natural born cock sucker! Suck this motherfucker! Make me cum down your throat!"

Speaking of cumming, James was well on his way of having his orgasm. Fallon would alternate between massaging his swollen clit and finger fucking him… which had the effect of driving him insane with lust!

Taking his mouth off the fat cock, he screamed…"DON'T STOP BABY! PLEASE DON'T STOP! I'M GOING TO FUCKING CUM SO HARD! FINGER FUCK ME BITCH! MAKE ME CUM! FORCE ME TO FUCKING CUM! OHHH SHIT! OHHHHHH!!"

He threw his pussy to her hand as hard as he could. For a moment he loss all coordination and the only thing he could do was grind his cumming cunt to her. Then he went back to sucking her cock and could feel her stiffen. He told her to cum in his mouth. Tyra pushed his mouth back down on her cock and shot her load of hot thick cum all the way down the back of his throat. James swallowed every drop of her precious semen. He wanted more! He wanted to feel a cock deep inside of him!




Unbelievable



"Ok girls, you have had your fun. Now lets take him somewhere where I can fuck this bitch"' Desi yelled at the other two girls. They straighten James up and when he was presentable, they left the club.

They were immediately surrounded…"STOP THERE! I AM A FEDERAL AGENT AND YOU ALL ARE UNDER ARREST!"

"What the Fuck?" Says Tyra

"PUT YOUR HANDS ON THE TOP OF YOUR HEAD AND STEP AWAY FROM CAPTAIN WILLIAMS!"

"Hey we didn't touch the bitch" Jan yelled at them.

With his mind still cloudy from the effects of the drug, James was so confused about what was going on that he also put his hands on the top of his head and waited to be arrested.

"James, are you alright?"

He looked up and saw it was the doctor from the base. "Hey Doc, what are you doing here? Hey, I got three of them and you are welcome to join us. They are so fucking hot!"

"No, Captain. They gave you an illegal substance and they will be spending the night in jail."

"Illegal substance? What are you talking about?"

"We suspect that you have been given the latest Date Rape Drug that makes you very susceptible to any sexual suggestion."

"Get out the fuck out of here!"

"No, we are very serious! Allow me to demonstrate…back at the base I have this large dog with the longest and wettest tongue you have ever seen. It is rough and he will lick you so long you will lose count on how many orgasms you have. Lets go back to the base and have him eat you out, ok?"

"OH MY GOD, YESS!! He couldn't get in the SUV fast enough. "Come on Doc lets go!"

The Police took the women and the agents went back to the base with the doctor. Captain Williams was once again placed in the isolation ward cussing and screaming because there wasn't a dam dog to perform oral sex on him. They gave him something to help him sleep and within half an hour he was out for the night. The next morning in addition to waking up with a hangover and a major headache, he was totally disappointed in himself. During his talk with the doctor, he hardly spoke at all.

"I made a dam fool out of myself, Doctor!"

"Now Captain, don't be so hard on yourself. Once they gave you the

drug, you wasn't responsible…"

"I'm not talking about the drug. I am talking about the whole night. I thought that I had seen it all. I thought that I knew it all. I had no idea the extent that women would go to get in my pants. My God, how do the females back on my planet…er, I mean the way I thought things were…how did they deal with it? How do I know that the next person who is nice to me isn't that way only to get me in bed?"

"You have to assume that they all want to have sex with you, but a lot of them also want to get to know you and spend non sexual time with you. You just get a feel of things after a while. Remember it is you that will decided who you do and do not sleep with."

James continued to improve with each following session with Doctor Reed and his staff. One of his staff members was a beautiful woman named Doctor Joyce Rivers. Whenever the subject of the session turned heavily on sex, Dr. Rivers would always join in to give a woman's perspective. James was beginning to accept his situation and was learning more and more about dealing with his sexuality. One day Doctor Reed had to leave the session and James found himself alone with Joyce. At first he didn't feel comfortable with only her in the room, but she put him at ease and very soon they were talking openly.

"So Captain, Doctor Reed is very pleased with your progress."

"Thanks!"

"But you know I am glad he got called away because it now gives us a chance to talk. I understand that you have never had intercourse. Is that right?"

"Well, yes it's true. I am afraid that I know very little about it now. Back home things were so.... He stopped in mid sentence and sobbed. "Oh, I have seen the tapes the doctors brought me and read up on it, but it still isn't the same as actually being there, you know?"

"I understand, and I totally agree with you. May I ask what do you do when you get aroused or horny? Do you masturbate?"

It took him a moment to reply he was so taken back by the question. He decided to be totally honest with her.

"Yes, I masturbate. Also don't tell the doctor but once I went into town and found myself in front of an adult bookstore. I went in and looked about for a while and there on the wall was this life size dildo. What was cool about it was in addition to being life like in every way, the back of it had this suction cup so that you could stick it on the wall and back up to it or even place it on a table and climb on top of it. I couldn't take my eyes off of it. I did indeed purchase it and some nights when I can't stand the pressure any longer I"…he stopped talking and looked at Joyce crying once again.

She had a light film of sweat on her forehead and her nipples were pushing hard out in her bra. Although he couldn't see it, James knew for a fact that her cock was throbbing rock hard. He smiled to himself that he had this affect on her. What power he now had between his legs. Should he go on?

As if reading his mind, "Please go on Captain. I am a professional and you can tell me anything."

"Ok, anyway some nights when I am so horny I can't stand it. I stick the dildo to the wall and back up to it until it is firmly inside of me. I ride it as hard as I can and after a while I usually reach up under me to get myself off with that cock planted deep. When I reach my climax, I can feel my...my pussy gripping and releasing the cock in me. It is so intense. So I guess you could say I have had a cock inside of me but not a real one."

He gave her his most wicked smile. The Doctor's Assistant was clearly shaken by the image he had just placed in her mind. She stood up to go and it was then that James could see for the first time clearly her cock was bulging in her pants.

She quickly covered it with her clipboard. "Well, that will be all for today!"

The sessions continued and then came the day that Doctor Reed felt he was ready to go back out into society. He was given a car, several credit cards and some cash. The government was still very interested in him, but he must be allowed to have a life beyond the base. James went to the Mall and enjoyed the looks he was getting. In fact he had made sure that not only were his pants tight but that they clearly showed his panty lines. He didn't know what had came over him but he enjoyed it with a sense of pride. He went shopping and went to a nice restaurant for lunch. Several nice women came over to his table to join him but he told them he was waiting on a friend. He actually was getting the hang of it.

He got several telephone numbers, and as he put them in his wallet, he saw the card that Tisha had given him. On a whim he called her and found that not only was she home but that she would love to join him for lunch. When she arrived, he saw that she was even more beautiful then he remembered.

"Oh James, I am so thrilled that you called me. I had almost given up hope you ever would."

"I am sorry it took me so long to do so, but since I have returned from my space trip, I have been in one session after another."

"I understand. Well, here we are now and I am not going to let you slip through my fingers again."

They both laughed and ordered lunch. Afterwards they went to a movie, did more shopping, and before long it felt so natural being together. James marveled that the Doctor was so right. He knew that he wanted Tisha to make love to him. The desire or urge to be penetrated was so powerful. He had never felt these urges before and they felt so natural. They ended up back at her home, and between drinks of wine, he opened up to her and told her everything. He waited for her reaction.

"So you came back with the delusion that you were from a Earth where it is the males that have penises, and we have…vaginas?"

"Yes, and it all seemed so very real. I can't explain it. Maybe I came back to a parallel Earth! Maybe it always was just in my head! I just know I was very uncomfortable with having a vagina."

"Excuse me for laughing, but that is a weird thought. How do you feel about it now?"

Placing her hand between his legs and allowing her to feel the heat and dampness there. "You tell me…how do I feel to you?"

She became immediately erect! "You feel so wonderful to me, James!"

Their lips came together in a deep, wet kiss. James opened his mouth and her tongue force its way into his mouth. He sucked it greedily as his hands began to roam over her body. He unbuttoned her blouse and lifted her bra up and over her breasts. Leaning down he sucked one of her breast into his mouth as she undid the bra and removed it. Her fingers continued to dig into the wet slit, pushing her panties deeper into the crevice. His breath was now coming in short grasps as her expert finger continued to play with his pussy. He wanted her inside of him!

His hands kept sliding slowly down her body until he reached her rock hard cock. Without any hesitation, he unbuttoned her jeans and reached inside of her shorts and withdrew her cock. It felt so huge in his hand! He took one more look at her face. She was so beautiful and caught up in the moment of passion her eyes took on a glazed over look. She smiled. James lowered himself and took her cock into his mouth. She tasted good! His mouth wetted her cock and she slipped ever so smoothly into his warm mouth. He would suck her a while and then stroke it faster and faster before putting it back in his mouth. She was moaning loudly. Her hand found its way inside his panties and parted his pussy lips, putting two fingers inside.

"OHH MY FUCKING GOD!! YES! YES! FUCK ME TISHA! FUCK ME! I NEED TO FEEL YOUR COCK DEEP INSIDE ME! FUCK MEEE!!"

She removed his pants and panties. After taking off his shirt, she pushed him back on the couch, and got in between his legs and started to suck his soaking wet pussy. He never knew such wonderful sensations existed. His pussy lips, now fully engorged parted open like a flower opening up to the morning sun. Her tongue accepted the invitation and enters him.

"OHHH GOD!!"

She drank his wetness as fast as her talented tongue could do so. Then it wrapped itself around his erect clitoris and sucked it into her mouth. At the same time, one long finger found its way into him, which caused him to grind his pussy to her hand pleading her to eat him…to make him cum! It didn't take much pleading!

"I'M CUMMING! I'M FUCKING CUMMING! OHHHHHHHHHH!"

She sucked his cum as it poured out of his throbbing pussy. James was now humping to her mouth as if he was being fucked. He held her head He held her head in his hands in such a way that the only part of her head that could move was her tongue. He screamed and began to grind his wet cumming pussy all over her face! She rode it out and when at long last he began to calm down she raised her face and told him that she loved him so very much. He barely heard her words, but knew what she was saying by her actions. He said "I Love You Too" between breaths. Her face had about as much of his cum all over it as she had in her mouth. She slowly kissed her way up his body. As she made her way, her full breasts would follow each and every kiss causing him to tingle all over. When she reached his lips, they kissed. She started to put on a condom, but he told her that he wanted to feel the real 

her inside of him. They kissed again and he tasted his own cum on her lips and then next wonderful sensation he felt was her putting his hand on her cock between his legs. Without any urging, he placed the head of her cock at the entrance of his steaming pussy. She plunged into him!

"I…I…SWEET JESUS! I LOVE IT! I FUCKING LOVE IT! DO IT GIRL! FEED MY FUCKING PUSSY!!"

Tisha fucked him as hard as she could. There would come time for gentle lovemaking, but for now…he needed to be fucked. She had never known of any man being this excited with her and it made her feel like a Queen. Their thrashing and moaning could be heard throughout the entire house. In fact it could be heard outside the house as well. Neighbors came to their windows to see what was going on…children ran home crying for their Mothers…dogs started barking!! If they thought that was loud, the very first time that her cock exploded and she came inside of James…he screamed so loud that grown people were running for cover…three neighbors actually called 911. As her cock was pumping inside of him it seemed to heighten every nerve in his pussy sending the most wonderful sensation throughout his entire body. He couldn't have asked for anything more, but there was more to come. Her cock seemed to grow thicker and she screamed at the top of her lungs and he felt her hot, thick, awesome cum squirt into him again and again! He went fucking wild!

"I FEEL IT! I FEEL YOU CUMMING IN ME! IT'S SO HOTT!!"

He loved it…he loved her… everything was at last right with the world. Afterwards, Tisha smoked a cigarette while James laid in her arms mellowed out to the max. He was lying in the wet spot and it didn't even matter to him. He had given his love to her and she warmly accepted it.

"Hey, James, you are on Birth Control aren't you?"

They both laughed out loud as he assured her that he is taking pills. He wouldn't let her turn over with her back to him and they both began to doze off with a contented smile.

(Meanwhile)

"Ok, Sergeant! You have brought me to the Isolation Cambers where you have committed Captain James Williams. Do you realize that the man is a fucking Hero?"

"Yes Sir."

"Then why is this man here under guard and why is he being put into a strait jacket right now? Speak up boy, and it better be good!"

"Sir, please allow me to turn on the speaker phone from inside. Now listen, General."

"WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON? I'M NOT CRAZY. IT'S YOU THAT'S FUCKING CRAZY! HEY GENERAL! I SEE YOU IN THE OBERSAVATION WINDOW. GENERAL…ARE YOU IN CHARGE HERE? TELL THESE IDIOTS TO LET ME GO! I AM NOT CRAZY! WHO PUT THIS FILTHY PENIS ON ME AND WHAT DID YOU DO WITH MY VAGINA? WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE? THIS ISN'T MY WORLD! THIS ISN'T MY FUCKING WORLD!!"

THE END??

Randi



Unbelievable



A casual observer of Sara Daniels would never realize just how angry she was right now.

A close friend or a family member might notice the tiny narrowing of the corners of her green eyes, behind glasses that she had tilted ever so slightly downward. They might spot the way her full, ruby lips pursed as she looked over the sheaf of papers in front of her--not like a lover might pucker up for a kiss, but rather like a Victorian maiden aunt might react on seeing a naked man in her bed. They might notice that her bun of flame-red hair had been pulled back just a little bit tighter than usual, with the deliberation of a samurai preparing for battle. Only those who knew Sara very, very well and were aware of her predilection for icy fury instead of fiery rage would understand the depths of her anger at this moment.

But if there were any such people in Sara's office, they'd have taken one look at Sara's face and made a run for it.

Sara's secretary, Miss Bleddows, was blessedly unaware of her employer's moods as yet, and as such thought nothing of interrupting the new headmistress. "Miss Daniels?" she asked, after a cursory knock on the door. "Miss Black is here, as you requested."

"Please," Sara replied, "send her in." She uttered the words with such cold precision that she could have cut glass with them. Miss Bleddows ducked back out, and after a moment, the door re-opened to admit another woman.

Sara looked at Veronica Black appraisingly. She was all too familiar with the woman's file, but Sara had never seen her in person before this moment. Veronica looked more like one of the students than an instructor, and a young prodigy at that; she was a waif of a girl, with the slim hips of a dancer and almost no chest to speak of, and long dark hair that was pulled back into a girlish ponytail. But one glance at Veronica's flinty gray eyes convinced Sara that she had the right woman...and that all of her suspicions about Veronica Black were true. "Please," she said after a moment, giving the word a biting tone. "Sit down."

"Of course, Miss Daniels," Veronica replied, taking a seat and gazing unflinchingly across the desk at Sara. Her feet barely reached the floor, but she held herself with the bearing of a calm, confident adult. Sara could tell that the other woman obviously had no suspicions of the tirade she was about to deliver. "What can I do for you, Headmistress?"

"As I'm sure you're aware, Miss Black," Sara began, theatrically glancing down at the papers in front of her, "I took over as Headmistress of Saint Agatha's College for Women three days ago. Naturally, my first step was to familiarize myself with my new staff. After all, the most important aspect of a successful university is the quality of the educators."

Sara deliberately paused just long enough to give Veronica time to wonder whether or not she was expected to respond, then continued. "Naturally, I expected a top-notch staff, given Saint Agatha's reputation as a first-class facility, and I certainly wasn't disappointed. Every teacher had a magnificent record of qualifications and honors. But yours, Miss Black, stood out above all the rest."

Veronica smiled modestly. "You're too kind, Miss Daniels."

Sara let her mouth curl into a cruel smile. "Oh, I don't think you'll believe that for long," she replied. "You see, your résumé happened to catch my eye almost immediately, due to your degree in medicine from Lady Margaret Hall, Oxford University. I was a Lady Margaret girl myself, and I'm always happy to see a fellow graduate doing well."

Sara had thought that perhaps Veronica would cringe at the implications of her statement, but the other girl remained calm and collected as she continued. "As it turns out, we have even more in common than just the choice of our alma mater. I returned to do post-graduate work at Oxford, and by the sheerest coincidence, it was during the exact period you claim to have studied." She looked sharply at Veronica, but saw no crack in the teacher's composure. "Unfortunately, despite being at the same school for two solid years, I have absolutely no recollection of your presence on campus."

"Our paths must not have crossed," Veronica replied smoothly. "Lady Margaret Hall isn't the largest college at Oxford, I know, but I still can't imagine that you made the personal acquaintance of the entire student body. I was a quiet student. You might simply have failed to notice me."

"No, but they do keep records of such things as attendance and graduation for just such a contingency. I contacted them, and they had no record of you even attending Oxford, much less graduating." She stabbed a finger at the sheet of paper in front of her. "And that's the most believable claim in this entire tissue of lies! I don't know how you managed to hoodwink the previous headmistress, Miss Black, but rest assured I am neither as gullible nor as slipshod in my researches as she was. I am fully aware that even the most cursory check of the claims you make in your curriculum vitae shows you to be nothing more than a liar and a fraud."

Veronica's mask of calm finally slipped then, transforming into a look of contrition so pathetic as to be almost theatrical. "Alright," she said. "I will admit that in my desire to get the position, I may have stretched the truth a bit here and there. But in my three years here, I think I've proven myself time and time again. Ask any of the girls here--they all love me. Ask the other teachers. They'll tell you just what a wonderful job I've been doing."

"I'm afraid that it's a question of character, Miss Black, not simply ability." Sara stood up and began to pace the room, each footstep sounding like the crack of doom. "A CV isn't simply a list of qualifications, it is a solemn oath, made from prospective employee to prospective employer. It is a promise of honesty and integrity, and to find out that you have not kept that promise in one area casts a shadow on your entire tenure here at Saint Agatha's."

Veronica looked honestly shocked at the idea. "But Saint Agatha's means the world to me!" she said. "I love it here--I only lied on my résumé because I couldn't stand the thought of not being able to spend my whole life working with the young women who pass through these halls. There was never any real malice, I swear to that."

"And just what is that oath worth now?" Sara said, standing over Veronica and glaring intently at her. "I cannot trust a woman whose foundation here at Saint Agatha's is a farrago of lies and deception. You will need to come clean with me about everything, Miss Black, if you wish to have even a hope of retaining your position."

"And if I do?" Veronica's confidence seemed to have completely deserted her now.

"Then I shall certainly factor it into my deliberations," Sara replied. More than likely, it would decide the question of whether to simply throw her out, or to have her horsewhipped first, but Sara would decide that after hearing what the other girl had to say.

"Alright," Veronica said. "As you already know, I didn't attend Oxford. I went here, to Saint Agatha's. The days and nights I spent within these walls were some of the happiest of my life, Miss Daniels, but circumstances prevented me from completing my studies here." Sara made a mental note to look up the girl's academic record. No doubt she left under a cloud of some sort.

Veronica reached over and picked up her résumé. As she looked it over, she continued to speak. "Let me see..." she said. "I never did an internship at Charing Cross Hospital in their physical therapy ward. Everything I know about athletics and sports medicine is entirely self-taught." Sara shuddered to think that this woman had been in charge of the university's physical education program for three years with next to no professional training in the prevention or treatment of sports injuries.

"I did not, in fact, win the bronze medal with the Olympic women's curling team in 2006," she continued, her eyes skimming down the page. "I actually don't know how curling is scored, exactly. I know it's kind of like shuffleboard, but I'm not sure what the brooms are for."

She flipped the page. "Where it says that I was published in the Lancet seven times, that should read zero. I do read the magazine, though. Well, not all of it. Just the things that look sort of interesting. Um, I have never won the Boston Marathon, I did not actually win a Nobel Prize for Medicine...oh! I'd forgotten I even wrote that one. No, I wasn't an early member of the Spice Girls. Although I did meet Posh once, she was doing a signing in Manchester..." She noticed Sara's eyes boring into her, and continued quickly. Again, though, Sara got that strange feeling of theatricality, as though the other woman was playing along with a private joke.

"I don't actually have any teaching experience prior to this--the other posts I listed are entirely made up. I don't even think there is a 'Byron University', actually." She blushed. "Sorry, I know I'm saying 'actually' a lot. Um, I didn't do post-graduate work at Oxford, either. Because I didn't graduate ever."

"I didn't do any work with the United Nations World Health Organization, I did not write Billie Piper's hit 'Honey to the Bee', and...ah! Yes, I didn't actually win a BAFTA. I did some summer theater, though, and several people told me I was quite good."

Sara's anger was practically incandescent by now. Turn out the lights, and she half-suspected one could see her glowing in the dark with rage. "I see," she said, spitting the words out furiously. "Is that entirely all?" Sara knew it wasn't; she'd read the ridiculous claims so many times she'd practically memorized them.

"Um, no," Veronica said contritely. "I didn't secretly get the OBE for rescuing Prince William from Iraqi insurgents during the second Gulf War."

"Oh? I never would have guessed." Sara gave the words a contemptuous spin. "So there are no more 'little white lies' on that CV, now? You've come completely clean?"

"Yes, ma'am," Veronica said hopefully.

"So your claim to be in the Guinness Book of World Records for 'World's Fastest Hypnotic Induction'?" Sara replied with scorn in her voice.

"No, that one's entirely true," Veronica said, springing out of her chair. She grabbed Sara's wrist with one hand, and the back of her neck with the other. She pulled Sara's arm down sharply and said, "Sleep."

Sara couldn't quite remember events after that. Everything seemed hazy, but she distantly recalled slumping rapidly forward as her eyes fluttered closed. She remembered sagging into Veronica's arms, the hand on her neck pulling her downwards with an almost irresistible force. The suddenness of the whole sequence of events had taken her completely by surprise, and she found herself in a state of dreamy confusion before she knew it.

Beyond that, her mind grew even more fuzzy. She could recall sinking down even deeper, feeling the thick carpet scratching against her knees as Veronica guided her down to the floor. She remembered the warm, soft feel of resting her head on Veronica's thigh, and the slickness of saliva at the corner of her mouth as she drooled just a little onto the other girl's skin. All of her memories were centered around her sense of touch; somehow, her eyes didn't want to open again once they'd closed.

She remembered some sounds, but not at all clearly. She knew Veronica was talking to her, but she couldn't remember the words. It was all very important and very logical, though, and Sara listened intently even as she forgot what she was listening to. It was more important to feel than to remember.

She also remembered a smell and a taste, but they were too unfamiliar for her to place afterwards. It was a sort of musky perfume, very thick in her nostrils, and a taste that was slick and deliciously salty on her lips. Sara remembered licking away at...at...at something warm and wet to get every bit of the taste she could, but she couldn't recall what it was. It didn't matter, she knew. She was sure to remember the next time she tasted it.

Other than that, it was all a blur for the next few hours. Just a vague impression of moaning and whimpering, and almost indescribable pleasure. Sara definitely remembered the pleasure, at least. Next to that, everything else seemed distant and unimportant, especially tiny and insignificant errors on Veronica's CV. Sara had already decided not to worry about them even before she woke up.

When she did wake up, Veronica had already left. Just as well, Sara decided. The young woman probably had lots to do, and Sara didn't want to get in her way. She'd made her point clear, even if she couldn't quite remember what that point was. It was unfortunate that she'd had to get so angry, but it was nothing personal. She quite liked Veronica. But with some people, you just had to give someone a good tongue-lashing to get them motivated.

THE END



Unbelievable Fate



Kevin Donnelly was a black haired hunk and his fiancée Bev a gorgeous blonde. Their friends all said they were the perfect couple. They looked like models when they showed up at the pool decked out in their skimpy thongs. They had spent spring break the last two years skiing at Crested Butte, Co. It was their favorite time of year. They skied, made love, and skied some more, relishing the few days they had at this time of year. Kevin made their usual accommodations and reservations, all was set. All, that is, except his fiancée. She dumped him one week after their plans were made. She left school, returned home and was marrying an old home town flame. Kevin was crushed, but decided to make the fifteen hour drive, determined to have fun doing what he loved, skiing.

Kevin cried for most of the trip. Every time he would think he had things under control, he would see something that would remind him of her. A car like hers, someone who looked like her, anything. And he would lose it again. He was so close now that he couldn't bare to turn back. He would have a blast, no one to wait on, just hit the slopes and off he would go. He cried to think she would not be there for him to wait on. He remembered how antsy he would get waiting on her to use the ladies room just as they were heading back out on the slopes. He wished she was here now.

He was almost across Utah, just at the Colorado line when he had to stop for gas. He pulled off I-70 into a one horse town and he doubted that the horse could run. He pulled into a garage with a Shell sign in front. He looked for a self service sign but didn't see one. He saw the attendant in the garage looking at a car and talking to the owner. Kevin decided to pump his own gas, he didn't want to stay here too long. The voices in the garage were getting louder, not the attendant but the owner. Kevin heard a ladies voice between crying and hysteria. He heard her all but scream at the poor guy she couldn't wait two days she had to be…and her voice tailed off. 

Kevin finished filling his SUV and headed to pay. As he entered the garage a red faced, black haired, blue eyed beauty stopped him dead in his tracks. This girl was so beautiful he couldn't believe she would be in a place like this. It was like seeing the Mona Lisa in a plane unfinished wooden frame. The mechanic was explaining that way out here they can't just run to a parts store and get parts. The delivery truck would be here in two days. He could order her parts and have her back on the road Tuesday, it was Saturday today. 

"TUESDAY, TUESDAY!" this babe was hot. "I HAVE…I have reservations that I will lose today if I'm not there by six, even if I called now and told them I would be late, they won't hold them, I didn't pay to have them hold my reservation. I should have been there THREE HOURS AGO!" She turned and looked at Kevin. "What are you looking at?!"

"A very distrait young lady." He said calmly. 

Kevin took thirty dollars out of his wallet. The gas bill was a little less, he told the attendant to keep the change. He started to walk out but something pulled him back. 

"Is there something I can do for you?" He asked her.

"No, no one can do anything to help." She answered.

"Well, how do you know until you explain your problem?" He replied.

"Ok…ok, I have to be in Crested Butte by six tonight to make my reservations. It's almost three. Can you get me there?" She said with a smirk.

"Yes." Was all Kevin said.

"What? What do you mean yes!" She asked with new interest in him.

"I'm headed to Crested Butte. I have reservations at the lodge there starting tonight. I did have them hold mine." He smirked back and headed to his car.

"Wait, WAIT!" She all but begged. "Will you take me?"

"You didn't ask if I would take you, you merely asked if I could get you there." He said, Kevin wasn't feeling any too generous toward the fairer sex just now.

"Will you take me, please?" She asked humbly. 

"Sure, get in." He said, deciding that the company might be interesting.

"Well, what about my car?" She asked.

"What about it?" Kevin returned.

"I can't just leave it here." She looked at the attendant.

"Why, the guy has to have your car here to fix it doesn't he?" Kevin offered.

"Yeah, I guess he does." She said.

The attendant agreed to fix the car for a set price and she could pay on her way back, and pick up her car. She loaded her bags into Kevin's car. He helped her, his caring heart getting the best of him.

She climbed into Kevin's car and ran her fingers through her black hair. Her dilemma wasn't over, they still had a three hour drive ahead of them and only three hours to make it in. No room for error. She was nervous to say the least but when they got on the road she calmed down.

They hadn't driven far when Kevin offered his hand and said, "I'm Kevin, Kevin Donnelly."

She shook his hand and replied, "Mandy Crawford."

"Glad to meet you." Kevin added.

Mandy took a deep breath and said, "Kevin, I'm sorry for my attitude right now. I am more than glad to meet you. You are a knight in shinning armor to me and I wouldn't blame you if you had left me in that hell hole back there. I still have to make it by six and we are a long ways off. I'm going to be juat a little anxious I'm sure, please bare with me. This has not been a good day."

Kevin told Mandy his sad story. About his fiancée leaving him. That he was trying to make the best of things. Mandy's sympathy for him was sincere and heartfelt. He finished his story with a few added details. 

"I told you all that to say this." Kevin said. "If I had left you back there I would not have missed a wink of sleep over it." 

Mandy sat there quiet for the next twenty miles. The scenery was magnificent. The mountains breathtaking. There was a light snow falling. She tried to climb into his shoes for awhile. She reached over and placed her hand on his arm.

"Kevin, whether you kick me out right here, or wait a few more miles or get me to Crested Butte, I am so sorry for your loss." She broke down many bricks in the wall that she had originally built. 

He gave her a half smile, not taking his eyes off the road. The trip was more pleasant after that. They talked and shared their reasons for coming to Crested Butte. She tried to get away this time of year every year. Her schedule at work was crazy and she reserved this week to get away alone and refill her spirit and refresh herself. Skiing was her passion. She had to get to the mountains at least once a year, more if she could. She was an assistant editor for a large magazine and the work load was always hectic. She had gone to work for the magazine straight out of high school forgoing college. A friend of her mothers had gotten her a job there and she had worked her way up to her present position over the past three years.

Mandy looked at her watch more and more the closer they got. They had passed Grand Jct. and were about two hours away. By the time they got to Gunnison, she was fit to be tied. Thirty miles to go and it was 5:30! Kevin asked if she would like to stop for a hot chocolate, teasing of course? She looked at him as if he were crazy. He smiled and she snickered but she was on pins and needles. 

Kevin pulled into the drive of the lodge at 6:05. Mandy jumped out and rushed in flying to the desk. The desk clerk was checking the reservation when Kevin got to her side. 

"What did he say?" Kevin asked. "Did we make it?"

Mandy just shook her head and closed her eyes and said, "I don't know he's checking on it now."

The clerk looked at the monitor and shook his head yes. "Yes ma'am, right here."

Mandy sighed a sigh of relief and gave Kevin a huge hug. She turned to the clerk to give him her credit card and saw a shocked look come over his face. He looked down at the next clerk working with a couple and back down at his monitor, shaking his head in disgust. 

"Frank, did you just use the Crawford reservation?" the first clerk asked.

"Yes." Frank answered and returned to his customers.

The clerk looked at Mandy stupefied. "Ma'am, I am sorry but that reservations is not available after all."

Mandy's heart sunk in her chest. Tears began to well up in her eyes. Nothing could keep them from flowing down her cheeks. She turned and headed back out the door. When Kevin reached her, the tears were flowing freely. The emotional roller coaster she had been riding all day was too much for her.

"Hi beautiful, can I buy you a drink?" He asked.

Mandy just chuckled through her tears once, wiped them away with her gloved hand and looked at him like a lost little lamb.

"Kevin, what do I do now?" She realized she had no where to go.

"Go to the lounge I think, if you want that drink." He was trying to put her mind at rest.

He put his arm around her and led her toward the quiet bar. The patrons were all getting ready for the nights activities. Kevin and Mandy were almost alone, better for her to cry. The waitress took their orders. Baileys for Mandy a Lowenbrau for Kevin. They sipped their drinks quietly. Mandy didn't have much to say. Kevin had plenty to say but he was waiting for the right time. Finally he broke the silence.

"Mandy, why not stay with me?" Kevin watched for her reaction, and he got it.

"You can't be serious! I don't even know you. Three hours in your car doesn't make us roommates." She looked up at the ceiling and shook her head.

"Why not? You take the bed, I will take the sleeper loveseat. You close your eyes while I'm in the shower, and I will hold my fingers over my eyes while you are." He held his fingers spread wide open in front of his face, his eyes peering through the gaps between them.

She laughed but it quickly turned into a sigh. "Oh Kevin, what am I going to do?"

"Mandy. Let's go to the room and maybe we can get a clearer picture of the situation. I promise, I will only kiss you once and then I will leave you alone, promise." He smiled down at the forlorn beauty.

"Ok, but I'm not staying with you, I will tell you right now, I'm not." She said determined.

Kevin went to the desk, checked in and got his key. He got to the stairs and motioned to Mandy. She reluctantly followed. They got to the room and started looking around. Kevin left the door open to put Mandy at ease. 

"See, you take the bed and I will sleep here." Kevin said pulling out the hide-a-bed. 

He plopped down and laced his fingers behind his head. Mandy sat on the bed rubbing the blanket with her hand. She looked out the window at the mountain and the snow. The beauty was astonishing. She looked at Kevin but shook her head no. 

"Kevin, there's just no way." She said sadly.

Kevin was leaning on one hand now lying on his side looking at her. He looked down at the floor trying to think of something that would make it alright for her to stay.

"Mandy, I know we don't know each other. This is not a good situation but there seems to be no way around it. I am not interested in doing anything that will upset or make you think less of me. I will keep my hands and eyes where they belong if you decide to stay. We can wear sweats to bed. I will leave the room any time you need your privacy. I promise, if you wake me at midnight so you can have a good cry I am out of here." He said.

Mandy just sat and studied his face. He was honest looking. Extremely handsome, that might be her biggest fear, and he seemed honorable to the max. She stood and walked to the window. The beauty touched her deep, she could feel the calming effect the mountains working on her. She opened the sliding door and walked onto the balcony. The fresh mountain air filled her lungs. The peaceful silence was so therapeutic. The trees standing just a few yards away had snow covered limbs. It was a picture postcard scene. 

Kevin walked to the open door, "Hey lady, buy you diner?" He was still trying to put her at ease.

She turned and looked at him and smiled but her look was one of quiet confusion. She stared through him as if he weren't there. What was she to do? Where would she go if she didn't stay? Too many unanswerable questions. She walked back in.

"Might as well, nothing else to do." She said.

They headed to the restaurant in the lodge. The hostess showed them to their table. Their waiter was there soon after. He took their drink order and gave them each a menu. The food was great Kevin assured Mandy and it was on him. He hoped she would feel better after a good meal and a stiff drink. They ate their diner. Kevin tried to make small talk to put her mind at rest. He got several warm laughs out of her, all seemed to be going well. Then Mandy made him a happy man.

"You promise, when I take a shower or get ready for bed you're out of the room?" She asked.

"Promise, cross my heart and hope to die!" Kevin held up the boy scouts sign and crossed his heart with his other hand. 

She dropped her head back against the chair and just stared at the ceiling. Her mind had been racing for over an hour now and it was about out of track. She looked at Kevin again and said alright. Kevin signed the meal to his room. They left the restaurant and headed to Kevin's car to get their bags. When they got back to the room Mandy placed her bags here and there, claiming her space, Kevin took what was left. He didn't mind. They settled in for their first night together. Kevin had brought his fiancée's favorite wine and whiskey, he had bought it so he brought it, not really sure why. They sipped wine and stayed up talking and laughed when things got funny, until almost midnight. Mandy was lying on the bed and Kevin on the sofa. Mandy stretched and announced she was going to bed. She got up and headed to the bathroom. 

"Listen, Mandy while you're in the bathroom I will change out here, so let me know when you're coming out. I will beat you I'm sure but you never know. I know this will be awkward for a day or two and by then we will be out of here. It will work just fine, I promise." He said trying to reassure her.

She smiled back at him as she closed the door behind her. When she came out the lights were out and Kevin was in his bed. She wore her sweats, nothing sexy there. She wasn't taking any chances, after all, Ted Bundy seemed to be a great guy on the outside. She pulled down the covers and slipped into bed. 

"Hey, Mandy, you asleep?" Kevin called.

"Of course not, I just got in bed." She giggled.

"Are we going to ski together tomorrow?" Kevin asked.

"I don't know I haven't really thought about it." She replied.

"I bet I'm better than you." Kevin was feeling playful.

"Go to sleep Kevin." Mandy sounded like his mother.

From out of the darkness, a pillow hit Mandy in the face causing her to gasp with surprise. She threw it back and told Kevin to get to sleep. She could hear him snickering into his pillow. He made ruffling sounds as he rolled to his back in the bed. 

"Hey Mandy, this is going to be so much fun. Thanks for staying." He said.

Mandy just lay her head down on her pillow and closed her eyes. A smile crossed her beautiful lips. The fact that Kevin hadn't made a move or tried any usual boy tricks on her put her as ease. She liked this guy, things would be fine with them. That is if she could keep the little boy in him from starting pillow fights. Why do guys get such a kick out of girls having pillow fights? She dozed off with no worries.

About 3:00 in the morning a tree branch full of snow fell making a loud crashing sound outside the window. Mandy stirred from her sleep. As her eyes adjusted she saw the moonlight flooding into the room. The trees outside were wonderful, all aglow in the soft white light. As her eyes were closing she became aware of Kevin's soft breathing. She sleepily glanced at him just as her lids were half shut. The sight she saw brought them snapping back open. 

The sheet on Kevin's bed looked more like a circus tent than anything else. Her mouth fell open at the sight. Oh my gosh, she thought, this guy is enormous! What in the heck was he doing sleeping in the nude? She tried to forget what she had seen, she rolled over and tried to close her eyes and return to her peaceful slumber. But he had shattered the peacefulness of this night's sleep and he wasn't even awake. She couldn't resist, she rolled back, pulled the covers up over her nose and stared at him. Mandy had always tried to imagined what it would be like with a well endowed man. Her sexual experience had not brought one across her path. She didn't inquire of her dates about their penis size. On the rare occasion when she had allowed a man to take her they were always less than she had hoped for. They left her unsatisfied, unfulfilled. She wasn't starving for it but the sight of this huge muscle started her head reeling. Now that she has laid down so many ground rules it will have to be up to her to break the rules if she decides to let Kevin have her. Her hand slid inside the waistband of her sweats. She quickly pulled it back out, giving herself a good tongue lashing. Oh why had she thought of the term tongue lashing. She was getting deeper into trouble with every minute. She tried to concoct a way to lift the cover and get a good look. Now who was the one who couldn't be trusted.

Kevin's erection subsided dropping the tent and allowing Mandy to get back to sleep but the damage was done. She would think about this continuously. She was afraid she wouldn't be able to look Kevin in the face tomorrow. She thought what a fool Kevin's fiancée must be.

The sunlight filled the room as Mandy's eyes opened to the new day. She instantly glanced at Kevin. He wasn't there. She didn't hear noise in the shower, there were no sounds at all. She sat up in bed and looked around. His sweats were piled beside his bed. She assumed they had been there long before he fell asleep last night. There was a knock on the door, and a voice outside.

"Mandy, you decent?" Kevin asked through the door. "Mandy?"

"Yes, Kevin it's ok, come in." She was wiping the sleep from her eyes and yawning awake. 

Kevin was dressed in his ski pants, and sweater. He had two large cups of coffee. The aroma brought a smile to Mandy's lips. Kevin reach out handing one to her, she took it put it up to her nose and inhaled deeply.

"Oh, thanks Kevin. You're sweet." She said sleepily. He was holding up his end of the bargain she thought, he could have just burst into the room hoping to catch her dressing. 

"I didn't know if you used cream or sugar." He said tossing dry packets of both on the bed beside her. 

"No, black thanks." She replied.

She took a sip of the hot beverage. She blew on the lid before she took the next one. As Kevin turned to go into the bathroom her eyes dropped from his face to his crotch. Oh, she thought I am in big trouble with this guy. Something inside of her spoke up stating that she could use some trouble like this. She sipped her coffee. 

When Kevin came out of the bath he announced. "I will be down stairs waiting on you if you want to ski with me. If not I'll hit the slopes."

"Give me a few minutes, ok. I think I would like that." She answered.

She met Kevin downstairs in less than fifteen minutes. They ate a quick breakfast and headed to the lifts. They both had their own equipment so they were ready to hit the lift and get the day started. As the lift chair came around to pick them up, Kevin grabbed hold of Mandy's coat and pulled her into the chair and held her tightly until they were well on their way.

"Oh, sorry Mandy, old habit I guess. Won't happen again, I promise." He said.

"Don't worry about it Kevin, I'm feeling much better about the whole thing today, just relax and be yourself. You were a perfect gentleman last night, thank you. We're going to have a great day." She said.

"Oh no, you mean that, be myself?" He smiled at her with a way too devilish smile. "Ok, you asked for it."




Unbelievable Fate



He took hold of her coat and acted as if he were going to throw her off the lift. She grabbed hold of his arm with her left hand and the lift chair with her right. His eyes got wide as he teased her.

"I use to throw Bev off our first time up every year. That's myself." He teased.

"No, we can dispense with that old habit." She smiled at him, but didn't release her grip on his arm. 

Their first run was more of a competition than fun. They were both excellent skiers. She kept up with him at every turn. He was impressed and glad, no waiting like years past. They made it down the hill to the lift and headed back up. 

"Oh Kevin, that was so much fun!" Mandy was breathing hard. 

"Oh you know it!" Kevin was just as winded. "It takes a couple of runs to get my wind, this altitude is up there."

"I know, but doesn't it feel great in your lungs." Mandy added quickly, taking a deep breath.

Kevin looked down at Mandy's lungs. She noticed and got a little embarrassed. Kevin quickly took his eyes away from her and stared out at the beauty of the surrounding scenery. They were quiet for the rest of this trip up. Occasionally he would point something out and comment on it. She was busy trying to figure out how to get this guy to relax. How did she let him know he was no longer bound to the rules she had plainly laid out for him? She wanted to turn and look at him but she didn't. 

They took a break to eat about noon. They were getting their wind and the skiing was getting better with each run. They ate hamburgers, fries and water, they were both so thirsty. They ate and rested a few minutes after and headed out again. 

This ride up the lift Mandy laid her head on Kevin's shoulder. "Eating made me sleepy."

She didn't move it until they reached the top. She just closed her eyes and told Kevin to wake her went they got there. He put his arm around her, and looked down at her, dying to kiss this incredibly lovely young lady. He watched her beautiful face inside her goggles. She had the collar of her coat pulled up around her face. So sweet and innocent Kevin thought. They skied carefree the rest of that day. They were a great match on the slopes, one no better than the other. No waiting, no stops, off the lift and down the mountain.

They were making the last run of the day. They were skiing effortless down their favorite run. Kevin had stopped at the top of a particularly sharp down slope to watch Mandy's graceful decent. When she got to the bottom he would fly down and catch up to her. A blur shot past Kevin's eyes. A munchkin without fear blasted by and was approaching Mandy at breakneck speed. Kevin yelled at the little guy but he never even looked back. He blew past Mandy without giving a warning. He didn't hit her but upset her cut across the run and she went headfirst into a snow bank. Kevin flew to her side and slid to a stop as close to her as possible.

"MANDY! Are you alright?" Kevin yelled.

She just lay there looking at the trees above her. Kevin took off his skis and knelt at her side. He brushed the snow from her face and looked into her goggle covered eyes for an indication. Kevin was relieved when she began to laugh. He pulled her close and held her tight.

"That little butthead. Did you get the number of that truck?" Mandy said trying to let her sense of humor overtake her sense of embarrassment. 

"You're ok? Nothing broken? Mandy?" Kevin asked, his worry more sincere than she knew.

"No, nothing broken, at least I don't think so." She said, starting to get up.

Kevin held her face in his hands and kissed her frozen lips! They were soon warm and responsive. Kevin looked down at her his worry turning to passion. 

"Oh, Mandy, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do that, I was just so worried that you were hurt and I guess I just lost myself for a second there." He explained.

"Its ok Kevin." She said, keeping her hold on him.

He looked down into her incredible eyes, even through her goggles they were bright and piercing. Kevin helped her to her feet and they went down the hill slowly, more from the effects of the kiss than of her fall. She was thinking about what she wanted and how to get it and he was just thinking of her.

Kevin invited Mandy to join him in the lounge after their last run and she accepted. Mandy sipped her Baileys and Kevin tossed back a couple of beers. They were tired but it was a great tired coming from the effects of a wonderful day on the slopes. Mandy's thoughts could not stay away from her vision of Kevin in bed last night. She had wanted to experience a huge cock since she could remember, something inside her almost yearned for it. But how could she coax this guy into giving it to her? She is the one who laid the ground rules for their relationship. She said no unseemly behavior and Kevin was living up to that beyond belief. He was a gentleman among gentlemen. 

"Mandy, I really didn't mean to kiss you up on the slopes today. I was just so relieved when I saw you weren't hurt. Forgive me?" Kevin said looking at her through sorrowful eyes.

"Kevin, it's ok, really. I don't mind. I am totally comfortable with you and this whole situation. I am having the time of my life, spills on the mountain and all." She was dying to get in his pants and he was apologizing for a simple kiss?! She had her work cut out for her. What could she do? How about get to know him?

"Kevin, where do you live? Do you realize we don't even know where the other one lives?" She said hoping this would break some ice somehow.

"Mandy, no. I don't want to know. We are two ships passing in the night and I really think we should not dock or know what port the other one is headed for. Ok?" Kevin said, not wanting it this way but thinking it was best for both of them. Bev was still milling around in his mind.

This just knocked the wind out of her sails. Too bad her ship was a sailboat. She shook her head and agreed though. They returned to their drinks, Kevin thought he was doing the right thing toward this lovely lady that would soon be out of his life as quickly as she had entered it. The "out of the frying pan and into the fire" cliché came to his mind. Bev was still on his heart, why add a non-existent Mandy to that pain.

"Mandy, why don't you finish your drink and I'll run shower real quick and come back and then you can have the room to yourself." He asked.

Mandy shook her head. "Ok." was all she said watching him walk away.

Should she just get naked and bust in on him in the shower? That would scream hypocrite. She couldn't just come out and be that forward with him. She would love nothing better than to join him, and his wonderful cock, in the shower. Wonderful, she thought. How did she know that? All she had seen was a sheet standing up in the middle of the night. She had no idea…well a good idea…of what had been under that sheet. He was back in twenty minutes, ordered another beer and slipped into the booth across the table from her.

"All yours." He said. "Take your time."

She showered, letting the warm water run down her firm young body. Kevin had been standing in this very same shower just minutes before. She imagined him soaping his lovely huge tool. Did he get hard thinking of our kiss she wondered. Her hands were washing her body slowly, imagining him washing himself, getting it stiff, erecting at the thought of her. The desire was building in her to uncontrollable depths. She finished showering and stepped out and was toweling off when she heard his knock at the door, she stuck her head out of the bathroom door and said come in, and ducked back into the bath, closing the door. 

He was just outside! Only a few feet away from her. She stood and looked at her nude body in the mirror. Her hand lightly massaged the bush between her firm gorgeous thighs. Her hand reached for the doorknob, she turned it, but she let it go before it opened. She couldn't do this! She just could not be that way. He had to make the first move. But even when he had, by kissing her on the mountain earlier, he apologized for it! OH, what was she going to do?! She put on her sweats and joined him.

They sat and talked until diner time, then dressed and drove to a quaint little restaurant with great atmosphere. Mandy was getting desperate. She suggested they order wine, Kevin was glad to oblige her. They ate and drank and all was well with the world, well not quite everything. Mandy wanted to just sit and talk, so Kevin thought.

"Let's get another bottle, that was so good." She suggested.

Kevin had no objection. He was feeling good and another bottle of wine sounded great. He wrote her suggestion off to her wanting to stay in public rather than returning to the lodge with him. They drank wine, talked and laughed and enjoyed each other's company. Kevin was really falling for this girl but he would go to his grave having not touched her before he would do anything to offend her or make her mad or feel unsafe around him. Mandy fell for Kevin last night while he was asleep.

Kevin slipped the key into the lock of their room, opened the door and stepped aside to let her enter first. She fell back on the bed and threw her arms over her head striking the sexiest pose she could. He thought she was the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on. He fought the urge to lay down beside her. He reclined on his sofa bed.

"Ummmm, I feel so good." Mandy sighed.

"Oh, yeah, me too." Kevin replied. "That restaurant is the best, huh?"

"Ummmmm." She just murmured.

She laid there with her eyes closed hoping that he would come to her side. He didn't come. She looked at him finally and smiled at him. She got up and kissed him softly on the lips as she headed to the bathroom.

"Thank you so much for diner Kevin. You're so sweet. Thanks for the whole trip. Without you I would be shacked up who knows where in some hole in Utah. You saved me big boy, thanks." She smiled her sexiest smile and gazed hotly into his half drunk eyes and retired to the bathroom. 

Kevin closed his eyes thinking about making a pass at Mandy when she came back. The door to the bathroom opened, the light went out. Mandy just stood there in the soft glow of the light from the one lamp that was on. She walked slowly to Kevin's bed, and slipped her sweater off! She stood there naked to the waist in front of him. Her firm full breasts a feast for his eyes. She turned and moved to her bed. She slid her tight ski pants down her luscious long legs. As she bent over to pull them off, her black silk clad bottom greeted Kevin's eyes. She was firm, even hard. The shape of her legs was beyond belief, the absolute greatest he had ever seen. She pulled the bedclothes down climbed into bed and held the covers up inviting him in to join her.

Kevin slowly stood up and walked to her. He slipped his sweater off, his eyes locked on hers. She studied his chiseled chest and six-pack stomach. She couldn't wait to tangle her fingers in the thick black hair on his lower belly. He unzipped his loose cut jeans and let them drop. Her eyes moved to the swelling bulge in his bikini briefs. This guy was hot, so far beyond anyone Mandy had ever known. He turned the light off and slipped down in the bed beside her. She had come too far for that. She had just compromised her morals to this guy, she was getting her money's worth. She turned the light back on.

"I showed you mine. Now you show me yours." She said.

"Well, you didn't quite show me all." Kevin said.

He pulled the covers off and leaned over her. Taking the waistband of her panties with his thumbs and forefingers and he slipped them ever so slowly down her incredible legs. His hands and her panties were at her knees. His eyes were on her soft bush. He pulled them all the way off, his eyes were on her bush. He lifted them to face and inhaled her sweet aroma, his eyes were still on her pussy.

"Oh Mandy." He whispered now looking deep into her eyes. He dropped her panties to the floor and slowly slipped his fingers into the waistband of his briefs. Her eyes locked on him, the anticipation more than she could stand. When his cock flopped out, finally free of its cotton prison, Mandy couldn't believe her eyes.

"Ohhhh, Kevin!" She moaned, reaching for the smooth hood, she massaged the spongy head with her thumb.

He slipped his briefs off and closed his eyes at the sensation of her touch. It was growing longer with each stroke of her delicate slender fingers. He straddled her stomach, letting her study him all she wanted. Soon he was swollen hard, thick and horny, the head just mere inches from Mandy's sweet mouth. She looked into Kevin's eyes, the soft gentleman seemed to have disappeared and a hard horny madman was taking his place. So what, she thought, the moral snob in her was melting into a white-hot slut.

Mandy opened her mouth longingly and pulled on his enormous gorged cock. He slid up her body, pressing his thighs against her gorgeous breasts. She took the head into her mouth and lovingly licked it and smothered it with hot wet kisses. She leaned her head forward and sucked in all of it she could, there was still more than two-thirds of it to go. 

Kevin rolled to his back beside her and gently pulled on her begging her to return to the sweet treatment she was giving his dick. She followed his lead as if they had rehearsed this moment before. She ran her hands down his ribs and massaged his unbelievable stomach as her mouth returned to him. She held his cock firmly gripping with both fists, one on top of the other. Her tongue licked his shaft wetting it and then engulfed him down to her hand. Her head was slowly bobbing up and down, wallowing her mouth all over him. 

"OHHH Mandy girl, you are so, so sweet, honey." Kevin was going crazy.

"Kevin, you are…so…big. How big…I mean…do you know how long…it is?" She looked into his eyes, stopping her sucking long enough to give praise in amazement of his statuesque cock. 

"The last time I measured it was over ten and a half, but I would watch out if I were you. There's no telling how big it will get for you." He told her. 

Her eyes still gazing at him, she slipped her wet hot mouth back down on his organ. She stared at him as she again bobbed up and down. He stared back dreamily, their eyes locked in the passion of their lust. Mandy rose to her knees, stroked the length of the massive muscle and smiled at Kevin.

"You know what I wanted to be as a little girl?" She asked grinning sneakily.

"What?" Kevin sighed with labored breath.

"A sword swallower." She said. He smiled and shut his eyes. 

She slid his cock back into her mouth and began slowly lowering down onto it. She held her head back allowing it to slide into her throat. Soon it was half in, she was licking it getting it good and wet. Her mouth inched close to his pubic hair. Soon she had taken the whole thing in! She began pulling slowly off as if she were afraid she would hurt someone, her or him. When it was half out again she dropped back down and took it in again. Soon she was bobbing easily up and down. The longer she worked on him the easier it slid in and out. She began sucking him at a fevered pitch. Mandy finally had her well hung man and she was going to make the best of it.

Kevin suddenly pulled her head to his chest. "OHHHH…Mandy!…better slow down girl, save some for your juicy little muffin. Man, that's a first. You took it all."

He held her face in his hands and gazed lustfully into her eyes. He looked at her for a long time. He massaged her back softly with one hand and fondled her rock hard ass with the other. He started to kiss down her soft neck and massage her magnificent breasts. Her nipples were hard as rocks. Her flat, hard belly quivered as Kevin rubbed his hand down it. She was writhing like she was lying in a hot pan. She started to moan and groan and call his name. 

"Kevinnnnn… Oh, Kevinnnn…please, please, I need you so much." She moaned. 

His fingers reached her pussy and it was already soaked. He slid his finger inside her, she gasped and continued whispering his name, begging him. He slid another finger inside her and then a third. Mandy arched her back and sat up and took his face in her hands.

"Kevin, I love your touch, but please…Kevin…I'm ready for you." She whispered. "I…need…this." She reached between his legs and pulled his hot cock.

Their gaze locked on each other as his massive head reached the creamy lips of her juicy pussy. As the head penetrated her she bit down on her bottom lip, the anticipation of the coming inches driving her crazy. The first six inches made her dizzy. She moaned and writhed. The next three inches intoxicated her. Every stroke of this fantasy cock drove shivers through Mandy's burning body. 

"Oh my gosh, Kevin you are so awesome." She was half crying, half moaning. "I never dreamed it could feel like this, that anyone could make me feel so good. Nothing has ever been this deep, never…"

"Does that mean you want the rest of it?" He whispered in her ear.

She looked into his eyes, he was serious. "Oh, Kevin, that's not all, there's more?! But it feels so bigggg…" She whined and pressed against him. "Kevin I want all of you, please, please."

As the last two inches disappeared inside her, his cock touched Mandy in places she didn't know she had. She pressed her mouth against Kevin's ear and licked it and bit it and soaked it with her sweet hot saliva. He started hunching harder and harder with each long sweet stroke. She tucked her legs up to his sides allowing him to drive as deep as he could. Her wet lips moaned against his cheek, the sensations were so extreme all she could do was focus on the desire that Kevin was screwing out of her. The quivering started deep inside her where this fantastic cock was touching her. Each time his cock kissed the end of her velvet tunnel the quivering intensified. As the quivering turned to a quake inside her she pressed her mouth against his massive chest and began to scream.

"OhhhhhHHHHH KEVIN YES! OH KEVINNNNN! I…I… Kevin, Kevin, yes, yes." Mandy's scream melted into a soft moan as her orgasm subsided and she slipped into a state of disbelief. 

Her body stiffened against his. She wrapped her arms around Kevin's neck and thought, I'm never letting this guy go. He continued to pump against her. She held him close and got lost in him.

"Is it good for you?" She asked him.

"Ohhhhhuuuu…good, good? Mandy, I can't even start to tell you how good you are." He groaned in her ear never missing a stroke. "You're so hot, and so, so wet and wonderful."

She smiled and wallowed her face in his neck thrilled to know she was good for him. He was banging her harder with every passing minute. His breaths were getting short and his moans louder. His body tensed and lightening bolts shot through his thighs and fired into his balls. The cum started rising in his cock. His grip on Mandy tightened. She knew he was ready to explode. She rubbed her hands down his back and slipped her fingers between the cheeks of his rigid hard ass. He buried his face in the pillow next to her face.

"OHH…OHHHHH…! MANDY! MANDY!!! OHHHHHHH, OHHH, OHHH! OH MANDY.! Kevin cried in her ear, his enormous cock blasting enormous waves of cum into her creamy stuffed body. 

Kevin fell exhausted against her, she felt so good, warm and welcoming. They lay there stroking and petting and hugging each other. He kissed her face softly. She rubbed her fingernails up and down his back. Neither one said anything for a long time. 

"Kevin?" Mandy said.

"Yes?" he answered. 

"I have never felt…anything like…oh, Kevin you're so good. I loved it Kevin, it was so good, I loved it." She told him.

"I didn't hurt you did I?" He asked concerned for her.

"Oh no Kevin, not at all. I think I was made for…" She was afraid to finish her thought out loud. 




Unbelievable Fate



"Mandy, no one has ever felt like this for me either. You're so…abso-in-lutely-credible! Your body just tucked me in so nicely. It just wrapped around me like I have never felt…I can't really explain." He said. 

"You just did." She replied hugging his neck and kissing his cheek. "Abso-in-what?" She laughed.

"Abso-in-lutely-credible." He replied. "In other words, you're so absolutely incredible, I can't even say it without getting tongue tied."

"Oh, I see." She said still laughing at his sweet sense of humor.

"Mandy, when I say no one, I mean absolutely no one, has ever made me feel like this." He was being truthful. 

"Thank you. I think I know what a Thanksgiving turkey must feel like. Stuffed that is." She said, they laughed.

She felt good thinking she was erasing Bev from his heart and mind. She pet him and kissed him. They held each other for the next few minutes, neither one wanting this moment to end. 

"Mandy, you remember how sad I was when I found you?" He asked.

"Yes." She answered.

"What was it I was sad about, do you remember?" He smiled against her face.

She ran her fingers through his hair, pulled his head up and kissed his wonderful loving lips deep and long. Her burning lust being fulfilled for now, this kiss was from her heart not her desire. He just paid her the sweetest compliment that anyone ever had. 

"I don't remember either." She finally responded, gazing longingly into his eyes. "Kevin where are you from?" 

"Mandy no, please. Let's just enjoy our time together. Let's exchange addresses before we leave but let's live today as if we were never living Crested Butte." He didn't want to think about it, what good would it do. She would get in her car in a few days and he would never see her again. A tear came to his eye.

They made small talk and laughed for the next thirty minutes or so. He gazed into her eyes and kissed her softly. He massaged her breasts lovingly, gently rolling her nipples in his fingers. Touching Mandy had become Kevin's favorite thing to do. Her belly his favorite playground. He stroked her body, ever so often he would hit a sensitized spot and Mandy would jump and goose bumps would pop out on her smooth silky skin. He would laugh and kiss her wherever his lips would touch. 

He got a startled look and stared into Mandy's eyes. "Uh oh honey." He said worrying her a little.

"What Kevin, what is it?" She tilted her head and asked gazing into his worried eyes.

"Oh Mandy, you better jump and run while you can." He was feigning seriousness.

Mandy smiled. "Why?" She waited for him to play his joke.

Mandy was getting a good taste of Kevin and found she was loving his sense of humor. She watched his face and waited. He just studied her eyes and looked at her as if to say, I warned you. He dropped his face to her neck and began kissing her softly. She held him and smiled and then felt him move inside her.

"Ummm, big boy that felt nice." She sighed at the sensation.

"Nice?! Nice?! It felt, just nice?" He kept his face against her neck.

Then she realized this was a little more than just an involuntary twitch of his wonderful organ. He was coming to life inside her! She felt him growing, her mouth fell open and her eyes widened staring through the ceiling waiting…for…for…!

"Oh Kevin, uhhhhhhh, oh my…Kevin, that is so incredible…so incredible!" She whispered in his ear.

As he reached full erection Mandy reached full insanity. She laughed at the undreamed of stimulation this was doing to her body. She gripped Kevin's neck, as he grew harder she buried her face deeper into his chest, and reveled in the experience. Her laughter at the surprise soon turned to sighing in quick deep breaths. Her thighs squeezed against his rock hard hips, she wrapped her legs around him and held on for the ride.

"Oh…oh…oh… gosh baby, if you knew what you were doing to me! Kevin that was the most amazing thing I have ever felt." She cried in a whisper of pleasure.

He began to lovingly tenderly move against her body, his enormous cock starting its earth shattering exhibition once again. Their bodies were hugging and snuggling and pressing against each other. Kevin took Mandy to new heights of sexual experience, and going there with Mandy made everything new and wonderful for Kevin. When they finally fell quiet, relishing the adventure, they kissed each other softly. She nuzzled her nose against his neck, she loved…? She couldn't love him. He would be walking out of her life in two more days. Her overwhelming joy subsided to sad surrender to reality. She hugged him tighter, he was there with her now and now was what counted…now. They petted and stroked each other to sleep, a peaceful sweet deep sleep.

Mandy woke that next morning to yet another crazed sensation! She looked down to see Kevin's head eating wildly between her thighs! She was waking out of her deep sleep into a state of instant readiness. Where else can this guy take me she thought? How incredible can this get?! She moaned loudly and pulled Kevin's hair as if she couldn't wait, as if he wasn't in her in the next second she would die. She thought she would. He pulled his wet mouth from her heated pussy and obeyed her unspoken wishes. He opened her responsive pussy with his extraordinary member once again. She thought no matter how many times he made love to her she could never possibly get use the sensation of this head-reeling entry. Minutes later they were writhing in sweat soaked sheets, their bodies tensed and quaking in orgasmic delight. They fell into each other as their desire melted away and nothing was left but the two of them. Mandy rubbed her cheek against his, wanting to feel him with every square inch. She couldn't let him go, not this morning and not tomorrow or the day after or ever…

They were soon eating breakfast, their eyes fixed on each other. They said little as if they were both thinking the same thing, "how can I keep this amazing person in my life?" Their day of skiing was wonderful. They soon forgot the cares of their world and sunk themselves into the mountain and getting from foot to peak and back down as often as they could. It was the greatest day of both their lives.

When the lifts closed they explored the town for a new dining experience. They found a place to add to their growing list of memories. They ate and laughed forgetting that there was a tomorrow coming. Kevin was determined to make tomorrow, their last day skiing together, the best he could possibly make it. Nothing he could do could top what he had already given her, she just wanted a lifetime of it.

That night they lay naked in each others arms. Sex was always there but they just kissed and hugged and loved each other. She tried to push back the thoughts of coming days. 

"Kevin, could we just hold each other tonight, I mean and not make love?" Mandy asked sweetly.

"No, we will make love but we can leave out the sex." Kevin lifted the sheet to show her the soft unthreatening cock lying limp between his legs. "You see anything down there that looks like it wants sex tonight?"

She looked down at it and back up to his eyes, shook her no with a loving smile and lay her head back on his chest. They talked about deep things and shallow things. They laughed they cried. They drifted off to sleep peacefully wrapped in each others arms.

The next day they skied without talking much. It was as if the topic of parting had to be faced but neither of them could bare it. Just being with each other was enough today. The day was the best they had had for skiing so far. They stayed on the mountain all day stopping for fifteen minutes at lunch to take a short break. On the mountain they were together but they weren't. They didn't have to think about anything but having fun. As long as they didn't look into each others eyes they didn't cry. They ate at the lodge that evening keeping the conversation light and comical. When their eyes would meet they quickly looked away. Mandy's heart was beginning to ache. Kevin was scheming to keep this lady in his life. 

They entered the lobby headed back to the room. The desk clerk interrupted them. 

"Mr. Donnelly?" The clerk called out.

"Yes." Kevin answered.

"Mr. Donnelly, we noticed on your reservation that it has been yearly. They would like to know if you plan to keep this reservation for next year?" The clerk asked.

Kevin looked down at Mandy and she looked at him. The thought hit them both that maybe next year they could meet back here and have a reunion rendezvous. She smiled at him when he told the clerk he would be keeping it. They walked arm in arm to the room, her head resting on his shoulder all the way. Kevin grabbed his towel and headed to the shower. Mandy walked to the window and stared out at the night. 

"Honey, do you want to take a shower before me?" Kevin asked.

"No." Mandy said, looking over her shoulder at him, and smiling. "You go ahead."

The bathroom door shut and the sound of the shower soon followed. Mandy was starting to get desperate. She couldn't think of a way to work this all out. They could call each other, maybe she could move, maybe he could. She loved her job she hated all these thoughts. Her eyes began to well up. She didn't want Kevin to see her crying. At first she thought about taking a walk until she could regain her composure but then she had a better idea. You can't see tears in a shower. She stripped and went to join Kevin. 

Mandy pulled the shower curtain back and just stepped in. Kevin's back was to her, and what a wonderful sculptured back it was. She moved to him and hugged him around his waist. He reacted as if he expected her. Soon her face was wet and the tears were washed away. He turned in her arms to face her. She looked up and smiled. How could I think of leaving this girl?

They soon forgot about everything except the desire that was rekinded. Soon Mandy was sighing as Kevin kissed her wet luscious lips. She felt his cock swelling against her flat hard quivering belly. She took him in her hand and began fondling him to total hardness. She watched his eyes as he became engorged. 

"Feel good big boy?" Mandy was in a sexy who gives a damn about anything but this awesome cock mood.

Kevin's head was tilted back, he was just soaking her sweet hands attention up. "Oh yes, so good. You will never know how good."

She took the bar of soap dropped to her knees and began washing his dick gently lovingly as if she were washing a newborn baby. She slipped her hand under his cock and began soaping his shrinking balls. The longer she washed the weaker his knees got. Finally when he could stand no more he dropped to his knees and kissed her sweet lips, her hands never left his cock. Kevin's hands soon joined in on the foreplay massaging her bushy pussy. Soon they were both reeling, lost in the pleasure of the moment. 

Mandy pulled away from him and looked at him through half opened dreamy eyes. She still held his cock, the warm water was still bathing them with its soothing spray. Mandy turned her back to him, their eyes still locked, and she pulled his cock toward her butt. She turned and leaned her head on the back of the tub, Kevin did the rest. He slipped two fingers into her wet creamy muffin and slid his swollen tool down the groove they formed leading to her wonderful sweet velvet hole. 

Soon they were engaged in the sweetest rhythmic screwing, his cock stroking the total length of her lovely precious tunnel. She pushed against the tile wall forcing her ass as hard against him as she could. He was holding her waist pulling her against him as the ten inch shaft pulled out and returned to her hot depths. He watched as his flesh melted with hers, the most awesome show he had ever witnessed. He loved this little thing. She was all he could possibly want. He was thrusting inside her faster and harder with each massive cycle. When the orgasm hit Mandy's belly and shot through her body she just screamed and laid her head on the back of the tub. She reached between her legs and massaged his balls hard, getting caught up in the moment. When her hot wet juice splashed against the sensitive tender flesh of Kevin's swollen thick cock head he joined her in screaming and moaning and reeling. They slid into the tub and wrapped themselves together, the water warming them. They finally got out of the shower and toweled each other. They slid into bed and settled in for their last night in each others arms. 

Mandy's head was on Kevin's chest. When he felt her wet tears on his skin he lifted her face, kissed her and asked what was wrong. What the hell did he think was wrong?!

"Oh, Kevin…I won't see you…tomorrow is our last…oh Kevin." Her tears were flowing down his chest. His were flowing down his cheeks. 

He hugged her closer to him and took a deep breath. Neither said anything for a long time. Kevin finally asked her where she lived. He didn't want to, he knew better but if it would put her to rest somewhat to know he would share now. She just sighed and took a deep breath. He looked down at her waiting for an answer. She was asleep. This poor little girl was so tired, emotionally, physically, and spiritually. He turned out the light and tried to join her in sleep, it was hard to do. He could only think about her.

Kevin woke the next morning to see Mandy wrapped in a blanket staring out the window. He just laid there and looked at her for sometime. He was overcome with the sadness this day had always promised to bring. Finally he got up, pulling the blanket from the bed, wrapping in it and walking to join her. He looked down to see her tear filled eyes. She laid her head on his chest and cried out loud.

"Oh Kevin I don't want to lose you." She sobbed through the flood of tears.

"I know baby, it's breaking my heart too." Kevin said his eyes tearing up.

They stood and held each other crying for the next thirty minutes. Kevin took her face in his hands and brought her eyes to look at his. They smiled sad smiles at each other. She just shook her head slowly as if she were begging him not to leave her. He led her to the bed and sat her down. He handed her a pad of lodge stationery and pulled a sheet off for himself. He handed her a pen from the night table drawer. He moved to the love seat, took his pen from his day-planner and started writing. Mandy wiped her tears and put her pen to the paper. She lifted her slip of paper toward Kevin and took his from him. She looked down and studied the address on the paper. Kevin folded his and put it in the pocket of his coat draped over the back of the sofa, he couldn't bare to look just yet. 

"KEVIN!" She screamed, still staring at the address.

"What Mandy, what?" He turned to look at her, surprised.

"KEVIN!' She screamed again. "LOOK AT MY ADDRESS!"

He quickly pulled the paper back out of his coat and opened it and studied it! Mandy just sat on the side of the bed with her mouth wide open and her eyes wet but filled with renewed joy! As Kevin read Mandy's address his mouth fell open and his eyes grew twice their normal size and he rose his head to look at her. She jumped from the bed, her blanket falling off leaving her totally naked and leaped at him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and swung on him. He threw his head back and spun her in the middle of the floor. 

"Oh my gosh, we have been living three apartment buildings away from each other! How long have you lived there?!" Kevin was laughing between the words. He pulled her back and looked deeper into her eyes than he ever had. New life filled them both, the weight of the world fell off their shoulders in a split second. They held their papers together and studied them as if one of them had written the wrong thing.

"Kevin, how unreal is this? There is no way, just no way!" She was laughing uncontrollably. 

Kevin and Mandy fell back on the bed and rolled back and forth across it. They finally came to rest, Mandy sitting on his chest. She took his paper from his hand and tore the two addresses up and tossed the confetti into the air, they both cheered as if they had won something. And they had, each other. He rolled her over and gazed into her.

"Mandy, I love you." Kevin said. "I love you so much."

"Oh Kevin, I love you too." Mandy said.

"I have wanted to tell you for days now but couldn't, you were going to walk out of my life, I couldn't say it, I couldn't tell you I loved you." He was lost in her beauty. 

They made love like there was no tomorrow. Check out time was 11:00am. They barely made it they stayed in bed loving each other so long. They loaded their bags into Kevin's SUV and Mandy had her hand on the door handle when Kevin called to her. 

"Mandy?" Kevin said, she stopped and turned.

"Yes." She smiled.

"Mandy, that door belongs to me, its my car door, don't touch my car door." He smiled walking to her.

"Ok." She smiled.

Kevin opened her door and she got in, he kissed her. Her lips were cold as ice but quickly melted becoming warm and luscious against his. It reminding him of their first kiss. He looked up at the mountain, closed her door, hopped in and took off. Their drive to get her car had turned from a trip of mourning to one of celebration. As they approached Grand Jct. Kevin had a plan. He pulled into the first U-Haul business he saw.

"What are we doing?" Mandy asked looking around to see what was going on.

"You'll see." He turned to her and smiled.

Kevin went inside while Mandy got out to stretch her legs. He came out a few minutes later and Mandy was reaching for the door handle. Kevin was on her in an instant.

"My lady, my handle." Kevin watched her react.

Mandy jumped back from the door tucked her hands behind her back like a little girl who got caught with her hand in the cookie jar. 

"Sorry." She said cutely. 

Kevin opened the door she climbed back in and Kevin kissed her again. 

"My knight in shining armor. Thank you." She said sighing.

Kevin looked down the long line of equipment in the yard. He stuffed a ticket in his pocket and got back in the car. He pulled down the line and stopped by the car trailers. He got out and an attendant met him there. They hooked a car trailer to his bumper and they pulled back out on the highway. 

"You're so sweet." Mandy said needing no explanation to his actions.

"You don't think I'm letting you out of my sight now that I have you do you?" He smiled at her. She reached her foot across and rubbed his leg playfully. 

They made it to the garage. Mandy paid the mechanic and Kevin loaded her car. They hit I-70 heading for home, leaving the mechanic standing in the drive watching them drive away. He thought to himself, I wish I could have been a fly on their wall this past week.

Six months later Kevin proposed. A year to the day they met they were married. They used the reservation in Crested Butte for their honeymoon. They go back every year to revel in their passion for skiing and remember their fairytale story. They have a photo album of all the pictures of significance during that first trip they took together. There's one of the garage where they met. One of the lodge, the room, the shower. One where Kevin first kissed her, where Mandy had taken a spill. The restaurants they had eaten in, it was all there. A month before they returned each year they would start getting excited and take out the album and cuddle on the couch and look through it. Mandy would turn the pages half-way and Kevin would finish them. When Kevin had turned the last page Mandy would close the album. Kevin would look down into his lovely wife's gorgeous eyes and say one word.

"Fate."



Unbelievable Holiday



Hello, my name is Patricia and I want to tell you an amazing story. I should keep it to myself really but it is so incredible I just have to share it with someone.

I am a widow of some six years. I have one daughter, Jane, who is married to Paul. They've been married for seven years, no children yet. This year, they invited me to join them on holiday to Turkey. Istanbul, in fact. I agreed as I felt particularly in need of a break from my routine and I fancied seeing the city's famous sites.

When we went through the arrangements which Paul had booked, I realised that our week away involved just one hotel room. When I gently queried this, it was explained that it saved a lot of money. We would share a family room with an en suite bathroom.

I just thought 'Well, we're all adults!' although I did wonder about their bedtime needs. Since they had got together it has been very obvious that Jane and Paul are - well - a highly sexed couple, lots of kissing, touching and sloping off to their bedroom. And it hasn't worn off this many years on. They still seem to be that way. 

At an opportune moment I asked Jane about the bedroom sharing and their 'needs'. She assured me that they could manage without sex for a week. Despite my doubts, I left it at that, not wishing to intrude much more despite a degree of intrigue on my part. After all, I had seen Jane grow up. Her formative years included an early puberty with her breasts appearing at a very young age and soon growing to a substantial size. I taught her about the 'birds and bees' as her body was developing and it became necessary that she knew such things. I included explaining about masturbation to her as I preferred her to hear it from an adult rather than schoolgirl chatter. It was soon obvious to me that Jane became quite prolific at masturbating. I would sometimes hear her moans and gasps in the house. I inadvertently walked in on her more than once too, which we both handled quite well. In fact, the second time it happened, Jane didn't stop. By the time Jane went to University, I knew that she was having full sex - and a lot of it. 

There was a succession of boyfriends and Jane codedly indicated to me which ones she chose to sleep with. She never told me the actual details and I would not ask - although I do admit that there were times when I wanted to ask her all about it. At university there was another succession of boyfriends. When I asked her why she couldn't find a steady boyfriend, Jane mischievously admitted to enjoying trying lots of different boys in bed. She teased me about the various sizes of penises she had experienced and joked about how she was looking for that perfect one - and it would need to be big! I foolishly asked her what she thought was big. She answered, not in so many words, but more by holding her hands at a distance apart to indicate the length she felt was big. When Jane saw my jaw drop, she laughed. I confided to her that I never knew that penises could be that big.

Anyway, back to my main story. We flew to Istanbul and got to the hotel quite easily. It was an old place, full of Turkish charm. They showed us to our room and I was thrilled by it as it was very big, with two large double beds set at right angles to one another. There was a sofa and coffee table, television and a unit with some tea and coffee things and some tasty biscuits. The bathroom was huge too with a bath and separate shower. 

Our holiday started well. We had eaten at a nearby restaurant as we knew the travel had tired us and we would need an early night. I suppose we were a bit coy that first evening as we got ready for bed and we worked out our routine for getting changed, undressed and the bathroom.

Morning brought a bit more of the coy behaviour but we managed to avoid any embarrassments. We had a full day of site-seeing and some lovely meals. By that second night we were getting our routine properly established.

The next day I was wondering how their abstention from sex was going so in a private moment I asked Jane in a roundabout way. She assured me that it was fine. Paul wasn't complaining and she was okay. Besides, the busy days made us so tired, we were all ready for sleep as soon as we got into bed.

It was the fourth night of our stay and we had turned in at the usual time. Our meal had been very nice once again but I noticed that Paul had a few more drinks than on previous nights. He wasn't drunk but I remembered Jane telling me a long time ago that Paul can sometimes get frisky after a few drinks - not that she was complaining, she had added. Anyway, I lay there after all our books were put down and all our bedside lights were switched off. I listened to the hum of the city which was audible but not intrusive. For some reason, I didn't fall asleep as quickly as I usually do. I lay there, content to just recall our day and the lovely places we had visited and the interesting things we had seen and bought.

Then, about fifteen minutes after we had turned the lights out, I heard movement in their bed. In the dim light that the curtains leaked in from the city, I could see their bed-clothe swathed bodies moving. Then I heard an almost frantic whisper "Go down! Go down on me!"

It was Jane's voice. I could see that their bedclothes were now tented by her knees - and Paul's feet soon protruded from the end of the bed.

There was another flurry of bedclothes and I could see Jane's arms flail as she turned her duvet down off her chest. She wrestled her pyjama jacket open and exposed her breasts to the dim light. Her hands began caressing them and I saw her stretching her huge nipples rather erotically. Now, as I said, Jane is a big girl in breast terms, with quite pendulous 'D' or maybe 'DD' cup breasts, yet a narrow back. She can cause quite a stir in some of her outfits, especially bikinis. Her areolae are - well - huge, like small saucers, easily three inches across and I know that her nipples can become very prominent when erect due to the cold, so I'm sure it applies when she's aroused.

Right now the combination of her hands on herself and Paul between her legs under the bedclothes caused Jane to begin to moan and gasp.

I realised that although my expected response, like most mothers, was that I would be appalled, I actually wasn't. Far from it! To my amazement, I was aroused by it. Although I had not been with a man for the six years of widowhood, I do still get sexual feelings which I usually satisfy with my vibrator. Obviously, I had not packed it. I could hardly buzz myself to a climax in the same room as my daughter and son.

I lay there, watching Jane pleasuring herself via her breasts, no doubt very much assisted by Paul doing whatever between her legs and then as I lay there listening to her low moans, I realised I was becoming moist. I began imaging what Paul was doing with his tongue, forming erotic pictures in my mind.

My left hand found it's way through my pyjamas and cupped my breast - not as magnificent an orb as Jane's by any means but not in bad shape for my age - and my right hand slid down my side, across my pelvis and on to where I had become moist.

It is decades since I had masturbated by hand rather than by using my vibrator, that is. I wasn't sure I would do it or even if I could do it in the same room as the two of them. I just touched myself gently, detecting my arousal moistness and my very stiffened bud. I suppose if I am honest, I set my thumb and fingers in place to carry out the task even though I did not immediately commence it. 

My eyes were drawn across to their bed again. From the sounds now, Jane was climaxing with all her fingers and thumbs pressed brutally into her breasts like the talons of an eagle on its prey.

Then there was some new movement. Paul's feet were disappearing back into the bed, his head emerged up over Jane's. I drew breath sharply as I watched Jane lick his chin and around his mouth. Then, to my utter disbelief, my nostrils scented Jane's arousal, her musky odours brought out from the bed on Paul's face. I chewed my bottom lip as though I was a child caught in a naughty act - yet the reality was that I found myself wanting to taste my own arousal. I had smelled it many times, I suppose, but my own reserve and my less than adventurous sex life with my husband had never extended to me tasting my own arousal. Oral sex by him had only happened a few times in our early years, probably after a drink or two too many or some form of male bravado. Oral sex by me had never happened as I never understood the point, particularly as it ends with the same basic result as my husband was getting in my body. Yet, even now, I had two fingers painted in my own arousal, taunting myself to bring them up to be tasted.

I heard Jane groan deeply and I surmised that she had just been penetrated by Paul. Sure enough, a steady repetitive movement in their bed could be heard. Jane changed her gasps to frequent breathy "Oh! Oh! Oh!". Now I felt certain she had been penetrated.

I watched the rise and fall of the bedclothes in the middle of their bed, between Jane's obviously widely spread knees. Something new and crude in my mind was now creating pictures of just what was going on in that bed, graphic images that I surprised myself with. I could hear the actuality of one of the participants. The other had just had his mouth directed to an erect nipple which he began stretching with his teeth now that his hand cupped the plump bulk of my daughter's breast.

By accident on the previous day, my emerging too quickly from the bathroom had given me an overly detailed viewing of Paul's body. The part of him that was now being so vigorous in my daughter had been dormant when I saw it, but it was still impressively large to my naïve knowledge of such things. Perhaps that accounted for Jane's gasps as I doubt that I ever made such noises during sex back in my younger days.

Something pushed me into deciding to go for it, to actually masturbate. Whether it was the live show pornography right by me or the aroma of sex that was filling the room or the realisation that my daughter was now sounding as though she was destined for her second orgasm, I can't be sure.

I do know that I slowly spread my thighs, raising my knees the minimum in an attempt at being discrete. My hand was already in position to commence my self-pleasuring. I moistened my thumb and drew it over my nub. I gave myself two fingers of penetration although truthfully I was again imagining what Jane was getting by way of penetration and, if I'm really truthful, I felt some jealousy. I somehow reminded myself that a sequence of many past boyfriends had the pleasure of her body, a lot of pleasure in some cases, and I was content for it to occur under my roof - even if I didn't particularly like on or two of the boys concerned. I preferred it to her having sex in some sordid setting. I suppose it could be that I was living vicariously through Jane at that time, imaging her naked writhing with a naked man in her bed, rapt in passionate sex. 

I have only ever had one man. If I am honest, it was the lack of nerve rather than the lack of opportunity that had maintained that fact. Before I met my husband-to-be, I had a rather wary view of the young men I went out with. I certainly never let any of them have sex with me. I suppose my rather staid rules were that after going out for a certain length of time I allowed limited access to my breasts but certainly not revealing them. If the relationship lasted a few weeks longer I let the wandering hands into my knickers and I allowed a finger to penetrate. Despite the incessant urging on, there was no chance that I would perform oral sex on any of them.

To be frank, I was masturbating by that time in my early life, although seemingly I was a late starter. I was urged into it by my close friend, Kate, who to my embarrassment, insisted on showing me how it was done by making me watch her and then she made me try it right before her eyes. Despite the circumstances of her watching me, I admit that I climaxed very heavily in front of Kate, quite lost in the throes of my first ever orgasm. We did that a few times together after that but never to each other. I think that experience influenced my decision to tell Jane about masturbation at that early age.

During my marriage I very nearly strayed once when a man we had met on holiday contacted me afterwards. On the holiday, we had flirted a few times and I had enjoyed the attention. We arranged to meet and he very nearly seduced me. I suppose I had wanted to find out what sex with a different man would be like but my lack of nerve prevented me from taking the plunge. I'll admit that we kissed and we had a bit of a fumble. I held his aroused penis through his trousers and he caressed my breasts with his hand inside my bra but my courage failed before any clothes came off. Most of me had wanted to take the plunge, have sex with him, feel him penetrate me fully, caress me and pleasure me. But that bit of me that stops me from doing anything adventurous won the day and I stopped us going any further. I still wonder what it would have been like if I had let it go on. I suppose I regret the lost opportunity now.

Even as a widow, I still hadn't made that move, though. So, in certain respects I am envious of Jane and her comparatively large number of sex partners and of her very active sex life too.

However, back to my main story. There I was in the amazing situation of witnessing my daughter and her husband having gratifying sex and I'm about to masturbate for my own gratification. My fingers and thumb worked away on me. I was caressing my breast even as I watched Paul sucking Jane's lovely huge nipples. And Jane's cries of "Oh!" were thrilling me as well now. I heard them rising in a crescendo that was beyond her control. My eyes were locked on their writhing, his actions on her breasts, her head thrashing side to side. Suddenly she froze but Paul continued thrusting powerfully into her, grunting now as he did so. But, she had frozen with her face towards me, her eyes locked on me masturbating, moving on to lock directly onto my eyes. She still gasped out her pleasures, unable to stop, I suppose.

Even in the dimness and the ongoing frantic sex, we knew that we had both been rumbled - though I find it hard to believe that their animated sex would have been possible without waking me, had I even got off to sleep. 

I suppose, in fairness, a daughter finding her mother masturbating in response to her having sex herself would be as shocking as a mother being aroused by seeing her daughter have sex. It was quite a situation.

Jane's cries slowed and calmed and Paul slowed too, though he had not climaxed yet, as far as I could make out.

I heard whispering and Paul seemed to display some shock in response to some of Jane's words. She then seemed to be stressing a point to him and to be blunt, I picked out the words "fuck" and "mum" and they were said as an instruction, not as an exasperated expletive. I also clearly heard "I really do want you to do it." There seemed to be some re-assuring and some cajoling as well as some deeply passionate kissing along with a resumption of some strong thrusts of his hips. I then heard "I'm gonna do it, it'll be so hot!" and these words came in a much deeper voice!

Then, as I watched, Paul raised his torso off Jane, extracting himself from her body in the process, I reckoned, picturing it in my new dirty mind. He rose off their bed and walked towards mine. He was sporting a massive erection, much, much longer and thicker than I recalled my husband's being. I looked into Paul's eyes as he bent to speak to me. In whispered yet firm tones, he said "Jane's sent me to give you some hard cock!"

I don't believe my face even flinched at his words, shocking though they were. My eyes temporarily left his and I saw Jane frantically nodding to me. Whilst Paul hadn't actually asked if I wanted to accept their offer, I answered by moving bedclothes aside to let him into my bed - beside me.

No words were exchanged now. Paul drew my pyjamas down over my hips, down my thighs and off my feet. I realised I was self-conscious of my thick dark untrimmed bush being so apparent even in the dim light of the room. Then I reasoned that Paul's very large and solid erection was much more clearly on view. In bed now, he used one of his feet to nudge my legs wider apart and he rolled on top of me. In awe, I acted on instinct and reached to my entrance. Using my first two fingers of both hands, I stretched myself open. He pressed to me and my fingers felt his erection slide by, into me. His penis was still slick from Jane, a fact that strangely caused a surge in my arousal.

I slowly received the widest and deepest penetration that I've ever had - from man or sex toy. Childbirth aside, nothing had ever been so big inside me or stretched me in such a way. I found that I was biting my lower lip once more, again as though I was in trouble, as his solid penis progressed wonderfully into my body. Paul lay his head beside mine and he began to slide in and out of me. It was divine. His rhythm was beautiful to experience. Coupled with the extraordinary size of his manhood which was majestic, I found myself experiencing something akin to magic.

I was soon feeling the wonderful effects of it all and I realised I was gasping aloud. My eyes flicked across to Jane and I realised that now she was masturbating avidly while watching us. I wrapped my arms around Paul's naked back, holding him closer to me and caressing his smooth skin. I felt a hand exploring my pyjama jacket, seeking out my breast. That large hand clasped my left breast and teased my nipple with thumb and forefinger. Part of me hoped for Paul to stretch and suck my nipples

I guess it took Paul less than three minutes to transport me to some sort of nirvana. And I cannot ever recall sensations like those that ripped through me from Paul's attentions. They were so strong, so electric, I was close to being stunned. I realised that the crying out I heard through my haze was actually coming from me. As my transportation to another world was inevitably reversed and I arrived back in that Istanbul bedroom, Paul began to slow. Due to my temporary 'absence', I was not really aware if he had climaxed. He released his grip on my breast and slowly withdrew from me. Even that felt awesome. I was so wet and he was so big, there was rather an awkward slurp from me down there.

Paul raised himself off me and off the bed and strode the two paces to Jane. She had thrown the bedclothes off her completely and was naked on the bed. He walked on his knees up the mattress as Jane raised her wide open thighs. Even in the poor light there was a glint off her moist intimate flesh. Paul drove into her with a brutish firmness and swagger that I would have loved for my entrance. After Jane's gasp from his entering thrust, she welcomed him back like the conquering hero that he clearly was.

As I revelled in my orgasmic aftershocks, I unashamedly watched my daughter and her husband continue their passionate sex. Jane climaxed again very quickly and once more not long after that. Only then did Paul go for his own satisfaction.

I heard Jane hiss "On my tits! On my tits!" and Paul reared up on his knees, still between her thighs. He stroked himself with his left hand, leaving me a clear view. I saw his stuff spurting from his handsomely-sized manhood, splashing onto her were she had demanded it to go. There seemed to be a lot of it, I thought. She caressed it all over her lovely big breasts. Now Paul's sex odours were added to those that had already flooded the room. He dropped back down onto Jane and spread his body over hers, I assume to share her stickiness. They pulled the bedclothes back over their spent bodies. 




Unbelievable Holiday



There was a chorus of 'goodnight' from them and a "Goodnight darlings!" from me. I lay awake for some time, re-living the incredible event and all of its extreme pleasures before I moved on to wonder how to play it in the morning. On the one hand, I had made that leap and taken another man into my body, one the other hand, that man was my son. How would we deal with what we had done? I fell asleep before I had arrived at any conclusion.

I woke the next morning to see the naked back of Paul disappearing into the bathroom. I looked over to Jane. She was awake too. We said our 'good mornings' and then she got out of bed and came over to me. She was absolutely naked and I could see evidence of their concluding act still there, dried and flaking on her lovely big breasts. Sitting on the edge of my bed she opened with "Wow! Last night was something, wasn't it! No regrets at our end so we hope you're still okay with it."

I started to say "Well, of course I'm okay about it, yes, but I just need to know how we deal with it from now on. I mean, I had sex with your husband! You watched us! And I watched you two! How do we face each other now?"

She was calm. She said "Mum, Paul's fine about and so am I. It was just some sex, okay. It doesn't alter anything. We thought that the best basis is for us not to refer to it. All three of us know exactly what happened because we were all there. So, there's no need to discuss it really."

"But Darling," I interrupted her, "Why did it happen?"

She paused then said "Well, I suppose it was driven by me. Once I saw you touching yourself, I thought, she needs the real thing, it's been long enough. I guessed that Paul would want to do it, so I suggested it to him. He found it - and you - really hot. He loved it, the whole thing. Me too! Maybe it's a man thing, you know, doing mother and daughter, but what do we care, it was good hot sex. It was brilliant and so horny!"

I thought about her words then I said "Okay, let's try the keeping quiet way of dealing with it. I suppose it should work. But we have got three more nights here. What about that?"

Jane said "We'll deal with that as and when we need to. But, one thing, Mum, Paul and I are still very turned on by it all and we're hoping for a bit more bed fun right now. So when you go in the bathroom, stay in there for about ten minutes - or be prepared for another show."

We laughed a little then Jane said "But Mum, while it's just us two, what did you really think of it - the sex, that is?"

I bit my lower lip yet again. Baring my soul, I said "Jane, I loved it. I've never felt the like of it. He's a very big boy and yes, the earth moved - a lot! I can still feel that I've had a large visitor and I understand a lot better why you've been dragging him off to bed as frequently as you have done. And I have to admit that I really enjoyed watching you with Paul. Seeing my daughter enjoying such erotic passion was - well - it was awesome!"

At that point, the bathroom lock clicked and the door swung open. Paul, still naked, walked confidently into the bedroom sporting an almost fully stiff erection. I guess Jane watched my wide eyes and my hypnotised expression. I bit my lower lip again too. Jane leant towards me and whispered "Before we leave Istanbul, I promise I'll send Paul over again, Mum."

I gasped "Oh Darling ...!" in reply.

And she did send Paul to me again! But I'll have to tell you about that another time - assuming that you're interested.