0 comments/ 38315 views/ 3 favorites Small Town By: biggshow13 Living in a relatively small town, you don’t get to meet a lot of new people. More often than not, the same people end up in the same places, and nothing ever changes. Things were always that way for me, until recently. There was this bar in town, not a bad place, but not the kind of place to attract a lot of different people. A neighborhood watering hole kind of place. I used to stop in once or twice a week for a couple of beers, and got friendly with a few of the others, including the waitresses. Some friendlier than others, but that’s another story. One night I went in, and there was a couple of new people in the place. One was a younger girl in her mid-twenties, not all that easy on the eyes, but a nice body. The other, well… I had discovered long ago that the plus-sized women were much nicer to take to bed. Something about the extra skin to caress, the larger butts, bigger tits…anyway, I loved big women. This other girl, she was incredible. Tall, almost six feet, with dark curly hair, a large round body with lots and lots of curves. She had bright intelligent eyes, and a face that demanded attention be kept there, not on her large, plump breasts, which were showing modestly from under her dress. I went to the bar and ordered a beer, and found a table nearby. The younger girl immediately introduced herself as Debra, and her friend as Gwen. They had moved into town just a couple of weeks earlier, and lived right around the corner from the bar. They invited me to share their table with them, and I agreed. Debra got up to let me in, and I slipped in between the two ladies. Over the course of the evening, we discussed the area, what brought them there, and all kinds of other things. I quickly discovered that they had moved from a much smaller town, after the two of them had been caught together in bed. Not that they were gay, but curious, Gwen quickly mentioned. The social discomfort was severe enough to force them to move away, and they ended up here. The night ended, way too quickly for my tastes, and we made plans to get together another time. Over the course of the next several weeks, the three of us quickly became close friends, and the sexual tension slowly but surely built between us. Debra was quick with the innuendoes, and Gwen was right there with the sultry looks and teasing touches. They invited me one evening to join them for dinner at their apartment, and I quickly agreed. On the short walk over from the bar, they each took one of my hands, and the three of us made our way there. Once there, Debra went to start dinner, and Gwen and I went out to their patio. They had a great view of the area from their backyard, and a pool with an attached Jacuzzi. We sat out there and chatted, until Debra came out with the food. She had changed her clothes since we had been outside, from her usual jeans and shirt to a bikini that showed every inch of her body, to full effect. She was very nicely put together, with firm bouncy breasts, and a nice, round ass. Just a little bit of pudge, but that didn’t bother me at all. Debra chased Gwen in to change as well, and she sat next to me. “I hope us being in our suits doesn’t bother you. It’s just that we usually don’t wear anything when we are alone, but we don’t want to make you uncomfortable, so we decided to wear these.” I smiled, and took Debra’s hand. “Actually, I frequently go nude as well, but I agree that perhaps clothes might be a good thing.” She sat back for a minute, obviously thinking of my comments, then smiled. “I’ll be right back.” She got up and ran inside. I leaned back in my chair and took a sip of my drink. I was just setting my drink down when hands covered my eyes. “Guess who?” I reached up and felt the hands and arms. I knew it was Gwen, but I played along. Pretending not to know, I made a few guesses, all the while leaning back into the contact. She pressed her breasts into my head, and I realized she was topless. I finally ended the guessing game, and she pulled her hands away. I turned, and she was totally naked. Her tits, for being so big, had little sag to them, and she had a wonderful belly, leading down to a lovely mound, shaved into a little line of pubic hair. My eyes must have given away my lust, because she suddenly got slightly red in the face. “Wow…you really are beautiful, Gwen.” “And what about me?” I turned, and Debra was nude as well. Her tits stood proudly at attention, with nipples that had to be a half-inch long pointing straight out. She was totally shaven, and her labia was gleaming in the evening light. “I think you need to join us. After all, we can’t be the only ones naked, you know.” I quickly stood up and stripped down, leaving my pants for last. As my cock came into view, both ladies found themselves admiring me. At full attention, my cock is a good eight inches, and while not too thick, very well shaped. At least, I’ve never had any complaints. “Very nice…I think I’m going to like being your friend.” We all laughed, as some of the tension released. Over the course of dinner, we all talked openly about sex, and things we did and did not enjoy. Gwen was a big fan of oral sex, and Debra loved to be done doggie style. Me, I was a pussy eater, and was very proud of it. Eventually, someone suggested a swim. We all dove in, and I quickly felt hands on my cock. Debra swam up next to me and pulled my face to hers, giving me a long, deep kiss, while Gwen pulled herself up to the side of the pool and spread her legs. She pulled her lips apart, and gently slid a finger into her sweet pussy. Pulling it out, she offered it to us, and we licked her juices off. Debra gently pushed my face towards her friend’s pussy, and I let my tongue slide out and make contact. Gwen moaned softly, and grabbed my head. She ground her cunt against my mouth as I ate her out, and she rewarded my efforts with a mouthful of her juices as her first orgasm hit. She pushed me away, and told me to pleasure Debra, who was busily fingering herself to orgasm. Remembering she was into doggie, I put her on her knees and slid my now rock-hard cock into her. Gwen moved over to us and caressed her tits as I pounded Debra’s pussy. My own load was building, and I let them know. Debra pulled away, and the two of them worked my cock with their mouths. I quickly exploded, covering their faces with cum, which they proceeded to lick off of each other. We rested for a few minutes, and then moved to party to the house, where I fucked Debra’s ass, Gwen’s big tits and tight pussy, and got my ass rimmed by Debra. By the end of the night, I had agreed to move in with the girls ,so as to always have access to these two beautiful sluts. Small town life can actually be fun, after all. Small Town "Small Town" "So..." Betty asked brightly, "what do you think of our little town?" Willow smiled a forced smile, twirled a lock of bright purple hair through her fingers, and said to her sister in a cheerful tone, "It sure is...um...little, that's for sure." It sounded painfully fake, even to her, and she mentally cringed at the multiple 'sures'. Betty was bound to be upset with her. But then again, nothing ever seemed to upset Betty. It was hard to get upset with Betty, either, for that matter. Sure, she looked like a blonde Betty Crocker and never drank anything stronger than lemonade. Sure, she sounded like a female Ned Flanders and had to leave the room when they watched 'Pulp Fiction'. Sure, she and Aaron wound up together because they were both winners of the Dullest Potential Couple On the Planet competition, and it only made sense to get married after that. (Wasn't true. They actually met chaperoning a church dance. But if there was a Dullest Potential Couple competition, they'd surely take that into account in the scoring, right?) But she was anything but judgmental, she never said boo about Willow's hair or her tattoos or her piercings or her art or her politics, she didn't mind Willow hanging out with the nephews (even unsupervised) and Aaron said that Betty had actually been looking forward to her visit for a while now. Willow couldn't actually dislike Betty. It'd be like kicking a puppy. But at the same time, this town...Betty had picked her up at the airport while Aaron was at work ("Doctor's hours!" she'd said with that same chipper perkiness that she always seemed to have), and drove her the two hours back from Knoxville's tiny airport to the even tinier town of Pasture Rose, population 842. The whole ride through town, Betty had pointed out landmarks--"That's the First Lutheran Church, it's been standing for over seventy-five years now!" "That's the Town Hall, Pasture Rose is going to be celebrating its Centennial next year, dontchaknow!" "That's the Gray Goose Supper Club, Sam and Ethel run it, they do the best meatloaf you'll ever taste!" "That's Old Man Vernon, you can just call him Vern, he makes the loveliest hand-made furniture, you'll see when you get into the guest room, the wah wah wah wah, wah wah wah..." Not that Willow deliberately tuned Betty out, but after a while she started to kind of sound like the grown-ups on 'Peanuts'. She abruptly realized that she'd just done it again. "Sorry," she said, smiling sheepishly at Betty, who seemed to be expecting a response. "Long flight, I'm a little worn down. What were you saying?" "I was just saying how nice it was to get out of the big city and find a place where people really get to know each other, you know?" Betty repeated, not in the slightest put out. "I mean, don't get me wrong. I know you love New York, but I just like to live in a place where I don't have to lock my doors every night." Willow got the feeling she was about to kick a puppy, but she couldn't help but ask. "But, I mean...what do you do for fun around here? What's there to do in Pasture Rose?" Betty ticked events off on her fingers. "Well, there's picnics, of course. The church holds a picnic every Sunday, the kids just love it! And then there's the movies; we're only about a half-hour drive from Erwin, and they have one of those brand-new sixteen-screen multiplexes!" "Well, yes," Willow said, "but what about...art? Culture?" She tried very hard to keep the disdain from her voice; just because Willow felt like she'd have to be sentenced to live here didn't mean that everyone else felt the same way. "Oh, we've got PBS on the satellite dish," Betty responded without a trace of apparent irony. "And Ms. Ida, up the road a piece, she plays piano every Friday night, she is just lovely. She used to live in Nashville, but she moved out here about five years ago, says now she never wants to live anyplace else." "Oh," Willow said. There didn't seem to be a whole lot else to say. Betty didn't think so, though. "And the kids at the high school, they're doing a production of 'Our Town' this next week, and all the proceeds are going towards building a new gym, and the kids say--" Willow was saved from having to find out just what the kids said by the doorbell, which rang with a cheery 'ding-dong!' Betty hopped up out of her seat. "Somebody must have seen me driving into town with you!" she said. "Just let me see who it is." She opened up the front door, and Willow's eyes widened. Standing outside was a statuesque woman with black hair, well over six feet tall in those heels...stiletto heels, on the ends of thigh-high black leather boots that had been polished until they shone. Just past the point where the boots ended was a matching leather miniskirt, one that barely dipped down below the point where the woman's thighs came together. Above the waist, she wore a black leather cleavage-enhancing bustier, one cut so low that Willow could actually see the woman's aureolae peeking up above her clothes. Elbow-length leather gloves and sunglasses completed the outfit. The only thing that seemed even slightly out of place was the backpack the woman had slung over her shoulders. "Well, land's sakes, Mabel!" Betty said. "Come on in, you'll sweat yourself to death in this heat!" Mabel walked right past Betty. "Don't mind if I do," she said, taking off her sunglasses and setting down the backpack. "Oh, it is a scorcher today! Mister Whilloughby, over by the Post Office, said he heard on the radio that it was going to be up near ninety! And me having to do the rounds on foot today, too, because the Buick's still in the shop. Darned near broke a heel up on Second Street, where they're putting in that new sidewalk." Betty patted Mabel on the shoulder. "Oh, you poor thing!" she said. "Well, you just let me fetch you some lemonade before we do anything, honey. Won't be much today, anyway. Just need my hide tanned a little, and maybe a good going over with the strap-on. I've got company in." "I can see that!" Mabel said, giving a little wave to Willow. "I'll just top you quick and you can stop by with the check when it's convenient, I don't want to keep you none." Willow, for her part, just took the whole thing in with eyes as big as saucers. Every time her brain tried to process the events she was suddenly looking at, she hit a wall of complete and utter disjunction between everything she thought she knew about...about Betty, about Pasture Rose, about everything in the world, honestly...and the woman standing in front of her, dressed like a dominatrix and talking about--did Betty really just say 'strap-on'? "Oh, where are my manners?" Betty said. "Mabel, this is my sister Willow, she's just in from New York City, she'll be here for a week. Willow, this is Mabel, she's our town dominatrix." Willow's jaw just hung open for a long moment. No matter how many times she ran the sentence through in her head, it never started making sense. "Pleased to meet you, Willow," Mabel said, sitting down as Betty went to fetch lemonade. Willow couldn't help but notice that Mabel wasn't wearing anything under that miniskirt. "Betty and Aaron have talked so much about you, I feel like I know you already. I love that hair, by the way. Is that how they're all doing it up in the big city?" Willow just stared. She knew she was being rude, but...how exactly did you make conversation with the town dominatrix? Who the hell had a town dominatrix anyway? Willow felt totally unmoored from reality by the whole thing. Betty came back in from the kitchen with a long, tall glass of lemonade. "You'll have to excuse Willow," she said, handing the glass to Mabel. "She just got in, poor thing, and she's still a little tired from the flight and the long drive." She shucked her dress off, folding it up neatly and setting it on the arm of the couch. "Actually," Mabel said slyly, "I think she might not be used to the way we do things here in Pasture Rose." She leaned back in her chair and took a sip of her lemonade, spreading her legs just a little bit more to lewdly expose her pussy to Willow's stunned gaze. "Oh, I know!" Betty replied, unhooking her bra. "You never see any kind of door-to-door service in the big cities nowadays, it's all about 'convenience stores'. What's more convenient than someone dropping right by your house to drop off milk or fix your car or whip your ass with a riding crop, hmm? That's what I always say!" Betty's panties joined her bra on the floor for a brief moment, before she picked them both up and set them on her dress. Mabel took another sip of her lemonade as Betty put her hands behind her head. Willow tried not to look, but the whole thing had a sort of train-wreck-ish quality about it. Betty seemed perfectly content to stand there, nude, waiting for this woman to finish her lemonade and start whipping her. (And she'd kept her figure after two kids. It was totally unfair to girls like Willow who had to sweat a week for every pound they gained.) "Kids!" Willow blurted out. "Betty, what about Ben and Billy?" Betty smiled. "They're in school when Mabel does her rounds, honey. Which reminds me, Mabel, you'll need to catch Aaron tomorrow at the office for a little foot worship. He's off at the Stevenson place, looking in on old Fern. Her hip's acting up again, and you know what she's like when she gets to talking. I don't think Aaron'll be back until nightfall." "Aaron?" Willow had thought her brain had snapped before, but that was nothing to how she felt now. "You and Aaron, I mean, both of you, and she..." She pointed at Mabel, stammering incoherently. "All of you?" "Everyone in town, dear," Mabel drawled, finishing her lemonade. "Well, not the old folks. Not at their age. Although I think Old Man Vernon would probably give it a go, the old goat!" Both Mabel and Betty chuckled as Mabel stood up, unsnapping her skirt and taking it off. "Well, I'd best get at it. Don't want to take up your whole day." She reached into the large backpack, pulling out a heavy leather paddle. "On your knees, slut. It's time for your punishment." Betty's eyes rolled up in her head in an obvious expression of sublime bliss, and she knelt down, whispering, "Yes, Mistress." Willow just sat there, shaking her head as Mabel approached. "You...you did something to her. She wouldn't, she'd never...she thought 'The Rocky Horror Picture Show' was racy!" Willow paused, her thoughts in chaos. "And she actually used the word 'racy'!" Mabel reared her hand back, and swung the paddle into Betty's buttocks with a loud smack. "One," Betty shouted out in a cross between a moan and a yelp. "Good girl," Mabel said, swinging the paddle in for another swat. To Willow, she said, "She doesn't seem to mind none. In fact," she continued, bringing the paddle down again, "I do declare she likes it." The moaning, gasping count Betty kept up with each smack of the paddle seemed to confirm Mabel's words. "And if it makes a body happy, well, it can't be that wrong, can it, dear?" "But you can't--I mean, that's..." Willow stood up. "Stop it," she said. Mabel just grinned, and slapped Betty's ass a little harder. "I mean it, stop it now, or I'll, I'll...I'll go to the cops." "Sheriff Parker licks out my pussy every Tuesday regular. Annie--she's the deputy, nice girl, Sam and Ethel's daughter--she jills off nude while watching him do it." Mabel didn't even break rhythm talking about it. "Oh, jeez," Willow moaned, "next you'll tell me the mayor kisses your ass during City Council meetings." "Actually," Mabel said, "I happen to be the mayor. Four terms running, unopposed of course." She laid into Betty with a swat that almost made the other girl lose count. "Guess folks here just see me as a natural authority figure." "Then I'll...I'll stop you myself." Willow hoped she sounded a lot more confident than she felt; she wasn't a natural fighter, and Mabel probably had a good foot of height and thirty pounds of muscle on her. Mabel grinned. "Well, if it's a little tussle you want, honey, you should just have said!" She set down the paddle. "Normally, I'd charge for that, but seeing as how you're a guest of Betty's, I guess I can show you a little Pasture Rose hospitality." With that, she grabbed Willow's arm and pulled Willow over to her. "Wait, hey, I--" Willow struggled to free her arm, but Mabel held her without any apparent effort. She yanked Willow down to the ground, then pinned her down with her own body. Willow looked over to Betty. "Betty, help!" she shouted. The other girl looked at the two of them as they struggled, her expression filled with uncertainty. "Bet this brings back memories, huh, Betty, honey?" Mabel said, not even seeming to notice Willow's cries of distress and attempts to free herself. "I..." Betty's gaze seemed distant to Willow, even more than it had when she was getting paddled. "I think..." "No, it doesn't." Mabel's voice held a tone of certainty, almost finality. "No, it doesn't," Betty repeated blankly. "Because you don't need to remember," Mabel said. "I don't need to remember," Betty said with a hazy smile. "Sunset breeze, sweetie," Mabel said softly, and Betty's whole body slumped down. Her eyes remained open even as her head fell forward, but they stared sightlessly. Willow's heart sank. Whatever Mabel had done to Betty, she seemed to have done it pretty thoroughly. If Willow wanted to get out of this, she'd have to fight her way out herself. Which clearly wasn't happening, Willow thought as Mabel lifted herself up slightly, flipped Willow effortlessly onto her back, then pinned her down again. "There we go," Mabel said. "That's better. Now we can talk." "I don't have...anything to say to you," Willow grunted as she tried to free herself. Her arms were pinned under her body, and while Mabel wasn't exerting enough pressure to hurt, Willow didn't have any kind of leverage to get loose. "That's alright, honey, you can just listen." Mabel reached out a hand, holding Willow's head gently but firmly so that Willow had no choice but to look up into the other woman's eyes. "I know this must seem a bit startling to you, but that's just because you're used to how they do things in the big city. Once you get used to it, you'll find that it's nice to meet folks who are friendly, who care about making you feel welcome, making you feel good." Mabel took her other hand and began fondling Willow's breasts through her t-shirt, using the fabric's own texture to stimulate her skin. "Feel very, very good." Willow tried to shout, but the way Mabel held her head made it hard to talk. "Lmm...gg..." she muttered, wriggling in an effort to dislodge the hand that was teasing her breasts. "Oh, I can't let you go just yet, honey, not until you've had a chance to indulge in Pasture Rose's full charms." Willow felt Mabel's pussy pressing hot and wet against her stomach, the juices of her arousal soaking through Willow's t-shirt. "You're just a little upset, that's all, because it's been such a long flight, and such a long drive, and such a strange day, and you're just so tired and confused. Tired and confused. Tired and confused." "Ntt...cnfssd..." Willow was really scared now. She tried harder than ever to buck Mabel off but Mabel was so much stronger than she was that she couldn't shift the other woman even an inch, and all the struggles seemed to accomplish was to tire her out. And that scared her more, because she really was tired now, and Mabel was telling her she was tired and she was getting tired and that meant she was doing what Mabel said, and that was bad. And what scared her even more was that she wasn't quite sure why it was bad at all. "Oh, it's alright, honey. There's no need to be scared." Willow wondered briefly how Mabel knew, but that low, soothing voice seemed to stroke the fear right out of her the same way those fingers stroked her tits. "After all, I'm not really doing anything to you, am I?" Willow started to speak, but Mabel pre-empted her. "I'm not doing anything that doesn't feel good, I'm not going to do anything that doesn't feel good. And you like feeling good, don't you, Willow?" Willow gritted her teeth, refusing to answer, but Mabel tweaked her nipple in a way that made her whimper just a little. "I said, don't you, Willow?" "Yss..." She probably should have been obstinate and said no, but maybe if she just played along, eventually Mabel would let her up. For now, she'd just lie here, conserve the strength in her heavy, exhausted limbs, agree with what Mabel said and let Mabel rub and tweak and tease her titties a bit longer... "That's such a good girl, such a tired, sleepy good girl..." Willow nodded slightly. Just play along, she thought, just relax and do what she says. "Such a good, obedient girl, feels so good and you like feeling good. You're learning how folks help each other out in a quiet little town like this, and you like it when I help you out. You like it when I help you feel good, you like it when I help you obey." Willow felt such a surge of pleasure when Mabel said that last word that it was hard to realize it was due to a carefully-timed caress of her nipples. "Ohhhh..." Willow sighed out in pleasure, staring into Mabel's eyes. It was alright, she could keep playing along, Mabel wasn't doing anything to her, she was perfectly safe...safe in Mabel's arms, under Mabel's fingers... "That's right, obey." Another tweak. Another surge of pleasure. "Ohhh..." Each sigh seemed longer, more heartfelt. Willow tried to remind herself she was just playing along, but it was getting harder to think of anything but those deep, dark eyes, those perfect touches, that commanding voice. "That's right, good girl," Mabel said, stroking and soothing. "Obey." The shiver of pleasure felt almost automatic this time. "Ohhh...bey..." Willow didn't even think about it, the rest of the word just slipped out. She distantly realized that Mabel had taken her hand away from her chin, but her head just felt too heavy to look away now, and all that really registered was that this meant Mabel could use both hands on her titties... "Good, good girl," Mabel said as she did just that. "Betty, sweetie," she said, never looking away from Willow's eyes, "Mistress needs your assistance." Willow wondered briefly what Betty was doing, but looking over at the other girl seemed like so much effort now that she decided not to worry about it. She just focused on keeping her eyes open, watching Mabel, playing along, waiting for an opportunity to...to...to obey. Mabel was saying something else, now, something to Betty, but Willow was feeling so relaxed and drowsy that it was hard to really focus on Mabel's words at all. The ones not meant for her just slipped past without registering. "Obey," Willow found herself saying, and she realized that some of the words that had slipped past her were actually meant for her, not Betty. She tried to remember what they were, but another surge of pleasure drove the train of thought out of her head and she just husked out, "Obey," again. She saw Betty out of the corner of her eye, setting down the backpack next to the two of them, and Mabel reached into it and pulled out a vibrator. Mabel reached around behind her back, and she wasn't quite sure what Mabel was doing, but Willow felt a rustle under her skirt and then suddenly she felt a surge of pleasure in her cunt so strong that her eyes just clenched shut in pleasure as she moaned out, "Obey." And once they were closed they just felt too heavy to open again and all she really needed to do was just feel that thick, hard plastic cock buzzing away inside her. "Obey," Willow sighed out as her first orgasm hit. She felt Mabel lift up off of her, and knew that this was her chance. Mabel had let her go so that she could have a chance to lick Mabel's pussy like a good girl, and as Mabel settled down onto her face, she couldn't imagine anything more perfect. Mabel was so right, she decided vaguely as she bucked her hips in another orgasm. This was really a wonderful way to make a girl feel welcome. Small Town Bliss My name is Paul and I am a Bull who takes care of couples that have chosen the cuckold lifesyle. I wanted you to see this lifestyle from my point of view. You know, all men are not really into having their wives fuck other men. Even though the guys sometimes go out catting around behind her back. So to put it bluntly, I am giving a service that some women don't usually get. I was traveling around the beautiful southern part of our country recently. I stopped at a quaint little cafe' in the small town of Haynes, Arkansas. I sat down at a table covered with the familiar red-checkered tablecloth. My waitress introduced herself with a brilliant smile on her face, "Well good afternoon, sir; my name is Kat; what can I get ya?" She is a beautiful raven-haired woman with a body that won't stop. Her thirty-six inch breasts seemed to always in the stiff nipple stage and, when she's away from home, she's always smiling. Her husband, Brad is the owner of a construction company and has been having an affair with his secretary for the past seven years. Kat and Brad had to marry ten years ago because he got her pregnant and they didn't want to embarrass either family. Their son is a real charming kid. At least that's what she tells me. But Brad is a real prick and his dick is nothing; I mean really nothing. I believe she told me it was something like six inches hard. Made me laugh. But let me tell you how I ended up getting all this useless information. Kat smiled sweetly when she approached my table, but I could see the sadness in her eyes. Her smile was forced and the bruise on her right arm meant that she had been hit. "Good evening, sir; what could I bring you?" I answered her question with an invitation to join me for dinner. "And if they won't pay your wage while you sit with me, I'll pay it, okay?" "Well, yes sir, that would be very nice of you; but I don't think I'll get into much trouble for sitting with a customer. After all, I'm not doin' nothin' wrong. And the cafe' is kinda slow tonight," she smiled as she slipped her lithe body into the chair across from me. I could tell she was a little nervous. I smiled and said, "I don't want to make you nervous, so if you would rather not sit with me, I understand." "No sir, I am glad to sit and talk with you while you eat. Where are you from?" she asked. "I'm from Michigan, a town called Rainbow Bend. It's a beautiful little place," I smiled at her and her eyes grew big and a larger smile crossed her lips. She decided to tell me her story after I had told her of my life and my travels. She seemed to be very happy sitting there talking to me. Kat asked if I was married and not being a man of many secrets, I told her the truth. No, sweetheart, I'm not married. But I do like to make women happy. Especially women with bastard husbands." That's when she told me about her husband, Brad. In return, I told her how I went around pleasing women who wanted to be superior to men who miss treated them or that didn't have the tools to please the woman. This interested her and she wanted to know more. She told me about Brad and how he was bored with her and he cheated on her. I told her that I'd be glad to help her out. "Oh, would you? But I c'aint bring you home with me and tell him that I'm gonna do you tonight instead of him. He'd beat me up!" So we devised a solution that we believed would work. She told me that he usually got home around seven o'clock and after dinner sat in his easy chair and watched TV until he fell asleep. "I usually clean up the mess and go to be and read. He seldom crawls into bed before midnight." "I know!" she suddenly brightened up and said, "You could wait until he comes to be and break into the house. There's a broken pain in the back door and you could slip your hand in, open the door and then tie him up and make him watch as you take me and make me scream with pleasure. What do you think?" she smiled. "Well, as long as he doesn't have a gun, I can go for that. But I don't have any rope to tie him up." "He always throws his ties on the side of the sofa when he comes home. I'll bet there's two or three lay on there right now." "Once you tie him up, you can drag me out of bed and throw me on the sofa like I'm fightin' with ya and rip my gown off me and fuck me right there in front of him." Her smile broadened and her nipples poked at her blouse. "What about your son, do you think it will wake him? I don't want to upset any kids." "No, he's at his granny's this week. She needed some work done and Brad offered her him instead of doing it himself. She walked me out to my Harley and kissed me on the mouth. When she pulled away, she licked he lips. "That's the best kiss I've had in years" She gave me directions to her home. I went and checked in at a Motel about fifteen miles from Haynes and watched the Playboy channel and masturbated until ten o'clock. Then I showered, dressed and headed for Kat's place. I was really horny and read to fill her tight little pussy with the best dick she had ever had and forcing Brad into watching her beautiful face in rapture, listening to the screams of pleasure that he had never given her. Afterwards, I would force him to clean her pretty cunt with his tongue and I might even fuck him in the ass to show him what an asshole he really was. I fantasized about sticking my ten inches into that nearly virgin pond and the tightness I would feel; her pussy pulling me in and wanting to hold me there until her years of lost pleasures were filled to overflowing. Then I would take her in the ass and have him suck my prick and clean me. Once I was cleaned I would press his face into her sweet cunt and make him tongue fuck her and drink her sweet juices. I paid close attention to the time. I didn't want to disappoint this beautiful woman as that jackass had. I would be there for her and make her cum more that she had ever dreamed. While jackass Brad watched, unable to turn away and immobile to do anything but watch and wish he had treated his wife better than he had. When I arrived I quietly opened the back door. I had on soft sole shoes and quietly made my way into the living room. I saw him, sprawled out on the recliner. Sitting in his underwear. He hadn't heard me slip into the house or the living room. He was too into the boob tube. I quietly crawled behind him and reached for two ties that were hanging over the back of the sofa. Brad didn't see them slip away. I slipped behind the recliner and slipped one tie around his neck and tied him to the recliner. Then I took the other and secured his feet. He began to scream and holler for Kat. She ran out of the bedroom in a very sensual Teddy that showed of those full tits of hers and the crotch barely covered her smooth shaven crotch. My dick went hard for the first time since I met her. I had not seen this beauty in the restaurant. I wondered if she had always dressed like this at night or if she had done it for me. Just looking at her made me hard. I placed a third tie around the top of Brad's head to hold his eyes on me as I fucked Kat on the sofa. I pulled her to me once she had entered the room and ripped off those sexy clothes and suckled one of her breasts into my mouth. I was so full and hard. Then I licked and suckled my way down to that sweet cunt of hers and licked at her erect clit. She moaned with pleasure as my tongue jutted in and out of her tight pussy and licked at her venus garden. Her hands pressed against the back of my head trying to keep my tongue in her pussy. I sat her up and offered her my ten inches and she eagerly sucked in as much as she could take without choking. Her red lips sliding up and down on my staff. Then I lay her on the floor and spread those beautiful, long legs. Her pussy was shaven and I had a good shot at that hole of pleasure. Slowly, I aimed for the prizes that awaited me. And once I hit the target, she cried out, "Oh yeah!; Oh baby!; That's it, fuck me good! Give me what I need!" I looked back at Bard. He was struggling to free himself but couldn't take his eyes off of me fucking Kat. I watched him closely and his own little prick was pushing at the crouch of his jeans. The more he struggled to get free, the tighter the knots on the ties became. I fucked Kat four times and she sucked my cock deep into her mouth repeatedly. When she finally had that all-explosive orgasm that she had been waiting all of her life for, Brad blew his wad all over his legs. I pulled him out of the chair and placed him between her legs and forced him to clean my seed out of her cunt. Like a dog, he lapped at the juices there and buried his face in her sex. Then he managed to crawl up to her sweet tits and suckled them deep into his mouth. While he was bent over her body, I spread his cheeks and filled his ass with me seed. He was so into Kat that he didn't even feel my cock. I left them on the floor of the living room. He was sucking her like he had never had anyone that tasted so good. I slipped into the bathroom and took a shower. As I was leaving, I winked at Kat and threw her a kiss; she smiled back at me. Brad didn't even hear me leaving. He was buried in the deep hair of her sweet pussy. Enjoying the treats she had to offer. It's been two years since I was in Haynes. I had given Kat my address when we had shared dinner. I got a letter from her the other day. She's going to have another baby. Doctor says it's going to be a girl. I'm glad I was able to save her marriage. Small Town Cock Fun It was five o'clock on a Friday afternoon and Craig hurried home from work to grab his suitcase and hit the road. He was heading for the city as he had a serious case of blue balls and needed to get himself laid before he went clean out of his mind. The little town he lived in was a good three hours from the city and he wasn't looking forward to the drive, especially after a busy day at work; usually he was worn out by the time he hit the clubs. However, he had no other choice. Although there were some hunky guys in his little town, they were all straight and mostly married. That's not to say that Craig didn't drool after their husky bodies and sexy asses. If it wasn't for the fact that he had inherited his parents' business when they died he would have moved away a long time ago. He was just about to walk out his front door when he saw Sam, a local farmer walking up the garden path. He was still wearing the khaki shorts and work boots that seemed to be some sort of farmer's uniform round about those parts. As always, the sight of those massive hairy thighs and big bull balls trussed up in snug shorts made Craig feel weak at the knees. In his right hand Sam carried a laptop. 'Oh, hi Craig,' he said as he approached. 'Do you have a minute to show me something?' 'Yeah sure,' Craig lied 'come inside.' 'I've just bought this computer and don't know very much about it,' Sam said. 'Could you show me how to connect to the internet?' Craig took a quick look at his watch. If he hurried he could still make it. Sam was at the top of Craig's lust list and having him here right in his house was like some porno dream come true. If only dreams came true. Craig explained to Sam that he would need to sign up with a service provider to connect to the internet. Sam pulled some papers and a disc out of his pocket and Craig soon had him set up and showed him the basics. He was only half an hour late; he could still make it. Sam thanked Craig and set off. Craig waited five minutes and then jumped in his vehicle to begin the drive that would hopefully bring some relief from his constant horniness. Twenty minutes later he was just approaching Sam's farm when his engine started spluttering. It sounded real serious and as Craig didn't have the faintest idea about cars he decided to see if Sam could help. Craig's vehicle only just made it into Sam's yard before it spluttered one last time and died completely. As he got out of the car Sam came to the front door. It was a hot evening and he had changed into a pair of ruby shorts and had taken his shirt off. Masses of dark hair swirled all over his well developed chest and beer padded stomach. His large brown nipples looked really inviting as the poked out of all that fur, like they were just looking for a pair of lips to nuzzle them. 'That doesn't sound too healthy, 'he said to Craig. 'Best you leave it there and we'll get it sorted out in the morning.' 'Are you sure? What about your wife, won't she mind?' Craig asked. 'She's over at her mother's,' Sam replied. As Craig followed Sam into the house he couldn't help drinking in the beauty of the farmer's big, shapely ass bouncing about in his ruby shorts which rode right up the crack of his ass. It was just about the hottest ass Craig had ever seen and he couldn't remember how many nights he jerked off while drooling over it. Sam led Craig into the living room and asked him if he wanted a beer. 'Do you know anything about motors?' Craig asked. 'I know some, but what's the hurry huh? I could do with some company.' Sam said. Craig was torn: he wanted that beer, wanted to spend some time with Sam but he knew when he was feeling so fucking horny it was a dangerous combination. 'Where were you going to anyway?' Sam asked. 'I was heading into the city.' Craig replied. 'Got a girlfriend up there?' Sam quizzed. 'No. I was going to a gay club.' Craig replied, deciding that honesty was the best policy. 'Well, it will have to wait until tomorrow,' Sam said 'now let's have a beer huh?' Craig was amazed at how easily Sam took the news that he was going to a gay bar. The ice cold beer went down easily and so did the second. The two men sat and chatted, like old friends, even though, at twenty four Craig was eight years younger than Sam and had hardly done more than pass the time of day with him before. 'I suppose we should do something about food, huh,' Sam said. 'I'll cook if you like.' Craig offered. 'Sounds good to me. I'll open some wine,' Sam told him. Craig asked to use the bathroom before he started the meal. When he was taking a piss he noticed Sam's laundry basket and lying right on top was a pair of underpants. Craig felt sick with lust as he looked at that scrap of pale blue cloth. He shook off his dick and with trembling hands reached for Sam's underpants. He pressed the cloth against his nose and inhaled the funky scent of a husky male. Craig's cock was soon rock hard and he was really tempted to wrap that cloth around his dick and pump one out. But he decided that it wouldn't be a good idea. Perhaps later, when he was having a bath, he could give himself the pleasure he so desperately needed. Craig cooked the best meal he made in a long time and Sam was very impressed. 'Man, I haven't eaten like that in a long time.' Sam told Craig. 'Has your wife been gone long?' Craig asked. 'We've split up.' Sam said softly. 'Sorry, I didn't mean to pry.' Craig apologized. 'That's OK, I did a little prying of my own earlier.' Sam told him. Craig blushed and remained silent. 'You don't have to go all the way to the city to get a little action.' Sam said. Sam's words just about made Craig jump out of his chair. What could he be talking about? 'What do you mean?' Craig asked. 'Well, there are a few guys around town that like a bit of cock fun.' Sam replied. Craig took a big gulp of his wine. Who could he mean? 'Do you know Ray at the building centre?' Sam asked. Craig nodded. He was shocked. The big guy was into cock? Damn, if only he had know that before. 'He likes a bit of cock,' Sam said 'So does Peter at the furniture store on main street, and Dave, the mechanic.' 'Why didn't anyone tell me about this?' Craig asked. 'We've all been waiting for you to discover our little secret.' Sam replied. 'We?' Craig gasped. 'Why do you think I came round this evening?' Sam asked. 'I was trying to break the ice.' 'Wow! I don't know what to say.' Craig said. 'What I'd like you to say is that you want to do to me all the things that your eyes do to me when they check out my crotch.' Sam said. 'I have a confession to make,' Craig said as he blushed beet red. 'When I went to the bathroom I saw a pair of your underpants in the laundry basket. I just couldn't help myself; I grabbed hold of them and had a good sniff and got a massive boner.' 'Wow!' Sam gasped. 'You sexy thing! Come and sit on my knee.' Craig went over and sat on Sam's knees and their lips met in a tender kiss that soon turned into a desperate hunger. Both men were rampantly hard but they managed to restrain themselves and didn't reach for each other's cocks like they wanted to. However, Sam still hadn't put a shirt on and his fur proved too much of a temptation for Craig. He reached down and ran a hand across Sam's chest and gently tweaked a nipple. Sam let out a soft moan of pleasure as he broke off their kiss. 'Come sit on the sofa.' He told Craig. As soon as they were on the sofa they were in each other's arms and their hungry lips met once more. Craig pushed Sam down onto his back and lay on top of him, grinding his body against Sam's, feeling his hard cock pulse against his own. It felt so delicious having that rigid flesh right hard against his own throbber that Craig felt close to pumping one out. And when Sam started unbuttoning Craig'sshirt and caressing his back and shoulders it just got better and better. Craig got up and undressed completely. He stood there with his seven inch boner jutting out in front of him from a silky strawberry blonde bush. His cock was very pale, except for the head which was dark red. His large, smooth balls were snuggled close to his beautiful fuck flesh. Sam took a moment to admire the blonde beauty with his dreamy blue eyes. He couldn't wait to tell the others in his little cock fun gang that he had bagged Craig first; they would be green with envy. Craig lowered himself on Sam once more and Sam held him close while he kissed his neck and nibbled on his earlobes. Then he started stroking up and down Craig's smooth back and on to his tight, bubble butt that was silky smooth. His fingers tugged at the cheeks and sank between them until he felt the puckered ring. He withdrew his finger and sniffed then licked it. 'I want you to fuck me!' Craig groaned. 'I've never fucked a guy before.' Sam said. 'Really?' Craig was surprised. 'What do you get up to with your pals?' 'We just jerk and suck each other off.' Sam replied. 'Do you have any lube? I don't have any.' 'I've got some in my bag.' Craig replied. 'Come on; let's go get on your bed.' Sam led Craig by the cock into his bedroom. His own cock lay heavily across his left thigh, a massive slab of flesh inside his snug ruby shorts. Craig watched as Sam stripped off his shorts revealing his hairy black bush and that thick eight inch cock which was a nut brown colour and had a heavy hood that covered the blood engorged knob. His big, brown furry nuts looked like they held enough man juice to fill a beer mug. When Sam turned around Craig felt faint when he caught sight of that pale, beefy ass, covered in dark silky hair. It was every bit as hot as he had imagined it to be. He dropped to his knees and parted those firm cheeks. Nestled deep within the hairy crack was a big, brown pucker that as far as Craig knew had never ever been penetrated. Craig buried his face in Sam' musky crack and began eating his ass with gusto. Sam cried out loud as Craig's tongue made contact with his sensitive folds. It was the first time he had ever been rimmed and the sensation was out of this world. He leaned forward and pulled his ass cheeks further apart, allowing Craig greater access to the fuck truffle he desired. His tongue soon had Sam's butt hole so wet that when Craig pressed a finger against the virgin ring it slipped in without any problem at all. Sam got up on the bed and kneeled with his big, hairy butt up in the air. Craig applied a cold dollop of lube to Sam's pucker, just about making him jump out of his skin. The big man moaned like the sexed up man slut he felt he had become, and felt the incredible sensation of Craig's fingers sliding over his sensitive assring before diving in. Craig was so gentle that Sam's ass completely accepted the invading finger. Soon Sam was begging for more. Craig wiped his precum over his throbbing cock head and then got up and took aim. His hard cock slowly sank into the furnace like heat of Sam's fuck tunnel. Both men were totally and utterly in ecstasy as their bodies were united in pleasuring each other. Sam could not believe how good it felt having a cock up his chute and when his own cock reinflated he reached down and started stroking it. It was quite simply the best jerk off session he had ever had. Something about that hard prick stroking into his guts was making his cock harder and more sensitive than it had ever been before. The sweat dripped off Craig's chest and ran down Sam's hairy ass as they fucked. Craig had pumped so much air into Sam's slick ass that it was making very rude noises as he stroked off. Both men laughed before concentrating once more of shooting their bolts. Sam's hand now flew over his thick cock, milking that heavy hood back and forth over his sensitive knob. 'I'm close!' Sam gasped. Craig could feel his own orgasm building up from the soles of his feet. It was time to let it loose. He increased his stroking, going deeper and deeper into that delicious ass. Sam's groans were getting louder and more and more insistent. The sound of his lover in the throes of orgasm made Craig so hot that his orgasm took him by surprise. 'Shit!' he cried as his cock blasted out a massive load of thick, hot jizz, followed by another rope and another. Sam's ass spasmed around that exploding cock as his own cock erupted, sending out a massive spray of cream into the sheets. Both men were totally spent and curled up in each other's arms and drifted off to sleep. There would be time later for Craig to return the favour by offering his hot bubble butt to that chunky cock of Sam's. Copyright 2006 Daniel Blue