1 comments/ 10971 views/ 0 favorites Hardwood By: Prizmatic Assumably everyone knows who the Keno brothers are--those cute little hottie twins that appraise furniture on Antiques Roadshow. If I ever have a threesome, it'll be with them, although so far they've managed to resist the lure of the antique furniture at my place. Of course this story is pure fiction...but we can dream, can't we? One note: Duncan Phyfe was an Early American cabinetmaker who produced some of the finest furniture ever made in this country. His furniture is still prized and sought after to this very day. ))###(( It seemed that no sooner had Leslie put the phone down than Leigh barged into the shop, demanding, "Alright, what's such a big deal that you brought me in when the shop's closed?" "Just look at this!" Leslie said, gesturing at a small table with a tiltable, scalloped top. Leigh approached it and checked it from all angles. Finally he said, nodding, "This is beautiful! Where'd you buy it?" "At an estate sale." They stood side by side for a minute admiring it. Leigh had to admit his brother had gotten a great piece of furniture. He bumped his hip into Leslie's, Leslie elbowed him back, and they shared a look out the corners of their eyes. Leigh smiled, then said, "Well, how much did you pay for it?" "A lot. But I got my money's worth. Just feel this wood!" Leigh promptly put his hand on the front of Leslie's pants. "Not that wood, jackass, the wood on the table!" "Well, at least you admit you've got a woody." "Well, duh, this is a Duncan Phyfe!" "Do you even hear how pathetic you sound?" Leigh moved his hand up and back, squeezing slightly. "You have a hard-on and the best thing you can think of to do with it is whack off about a piece of furniture?" "Well, you have a better suggestion?" "Oh, for shit's sake!" Leigh's other hand came over to work on Leslie's belt. "Man, cut that out. What do you think Mom would say?" "I don't know, let's call her and ask," Leigh retaliated, grabbing his cell phone and pretending to dial. "Excuse me, Mrs. Keno, would you mind if I drained your son's cock dry? Didn't think so. Thanks, bye!" "You're a moron, you know that?" "Oh, shut up," Leigh said, laid the cell phone down--though not on the table--and finished unbuckling Leslie's belt. Next thing, he got down on his knees, undid the button of Leslie's fly, and pulled the zipper tab down with his teeth. It was an art only he had mastered, and it would have made a great party trick except that it wasn't a really smart career move to unzip your brother's pants in public. Leigh had fantasized about it, though. How could you resist a cute blond guy, even--especially!--if you happened to be a cute blond guy yourself? Leslie's bulge expanded, and Leigh ran his tongue back up the length of it. Even through Leslie's underwear he could feel the hardness and warmth. So he went for it and pulled Leslie's cock free. He didn't hear any complaining--in fact, he half-expected the slit to open up like one of Señor Wences' puppets and yell, "GET DOWN HERE AND SUCK ME, ASSHOLE!" He licked the length of Leslie's hard-on a few times, then tongued the head, hearing Leslie moan, "Fuck!" That sounded pretty good, so he took his cue and pushed his mouth down the pulsing shaft, then pulled back up. Leslie's back arched, and Leigh reached up and cupped his brother's butt so he could get his mouth down further. Deep-throating was an impossible dream, but there was no law saying you couldn't take as much as you could get. Besides, he liked the taste. Even better was hearing Leslie yell, and knowing pretty soon he would actually grab the Duncan Phyfe table that was behind him. What the hell, the thing was 200 years old, so what were the odds that someone else hadn't gotten laid on it already? Leslie looked down unsteadily at his brother sucking his cock. It was maddeningly arousing, and he knew Leigh knew it. Then Leigh's fingers started stroking, and Leslie groaned, "Oh, shit, I'm gonna--" Leigh responded with a magnificent final suck worthy of a major appliance. It would have drawn the dust bunnies across the floor, except there were none because Leslie was such a neatnik. "Aaaaarrrgggghhh!" Leslie screamed, and shot a blast of slick hot cream into Leigh's mouth. Of the two, Leigh was the cum junkie. He would have eaten his own, if he could have built a long enough straw. So he slurped Leslie's down like it was a milkshake, drawing out every drop. Leslie watched him and wondered, not for the first time, if cum would make a good furniture polish. Leigh licked his brother's steaming manhood clean, then leaned back and smacked his lips. "You're an idiot," Leslie said. "Deal with it as best you can," Leigh said. "But only after you're done with me." "Oh, Christ," Leslie answered. Leigh had an erection that could cut diamonds, and he was more than ready to have it jazzed off. So he rested back on the fabulous Baluch oriental carpet with his legs spread, knees bent. Leslie knelt between them, and Leigh whipped his fly open and pulled out his swollen cock. Leslie felt his mouth start to water. He began by kissing Leigh's stiff pole from bottom to top, then flicked his tongue over the tip. Leigh's hips began to grind. Leslie put more pressure on Leigh's head, then delved his tongue into the slit, and Leigh groaned. If Leslie could have catheterized Leigh with his tongue, Leigh would have blasted off right then and there...but then the cum would have nowhere to go, and having your penis blow up like a balloon would be a decidedly bad thing. Besides, there was still a bunch of sucking to do. So Leslie got busy, alternating between sucking, kissing, and licking. Leigh's nails were scraping the carpet, which fortunately had a lot of bald spots already. Leslie loved the taste of the flesh, and savored it while his brother's impending orgasm built up. Finally Leigh's body began to vibrate, and he thrust upward, bashing Leslie's uvula against his palate and spraying a screaming jet of sperm down his throat. He may not have been the ultimate furniture authority Leslie was, but the man could cum like Mount Saint Helens. "Holy fuck," Leigh said as they collapsed onto the floor. "Goddamn right," Leslie echoed. Leigh fished in his pocket and pulled out two little packets labeled: PREMOISTENED TOWELETTES. "What are you now, a Boy Scout?" Leslie said. "Yeah, and I'm going for my sexual etiquette badge," Leigh retorted and tossed a towelette at him. Leslie didn't pick it up. "What now?" Leigh said. "You want me to clean you up?" "Depends on whether you want your sweet ass fucked." "Well," Leigh said, throwing his packet halfway across the room and reaching for his brother's already-rehardening prick, "Mom always did say I was the instigator." Hardwood Tuesday It was more than the sound and vibration of a power tool that accosted my senses as I walked in the back door of our house; it was the smell of sawdust in the air; the aroma of progress. I hung up my coat and inched into the construction zone: our kitchen. My parents had been planning this project with a local cabinetmaker for well over a year. Why my parents had decided to be away the very week they were to start installation was a baffling mystery to me. But the stars had aligned so that I'd be the only one around for the heavy-lifting portion of the schedule and my parents had asked me to keep an eye on things for them. As a first semester junior at our local state university I am not particularly qualified to oversee construction, but at least I maintained a human presence in the house during the main installation process. Fortunately I was living at home again. After two years in a dorm on campus, I had had my fill of rowdy parties, boring drunks and sophomoric boys. And since I was planning to spend the second semester abroad in Paris, I figured I'd escape the cacophony of dorm life and save money by living at home. My parents had let me hole up in the back guestroom suite, so I had more privacy than if I'd been in my old room upstairs. Plus it gave me a lot more freedom to come and go as I pleased. I had not been around on Monday when most of the cabinetry installation had occurred. But when I had returned home at 7 pm the previous night, I was duly impressed with the progress that had been made. The old cabinets had been removed and most of the new base and wall cabinets had been installed. The island also had been removed and new base cabinets stood in their place with a temporary plywood top. There must have been an experienced crew working all day to have accomplished so much. So I had arrived home mid-afternoon that Tuesday and expected the same: a swarm of workmen pounding nails and sawing boards to a boom box pumping out country favorites or heavy metal. I was surprised to see that there was but one lonely workman in the kitchen that afternoon. There was a soft background of finger-style acoustic guitar that could be heard when a power tool wasn't in use. I could only assume that this was the gentleman my parents had been working with, and had spoken so highly of. I saw him before he saw me. I was immediately struck by his form, bent over a temporary workbench in the middle of the kitchen, using some sort of power tool, a router, I think, to do something to a long cherry board. I watched his lean, taut, yet powerful, physique wrapped over the tool, using it with care and precision. He had a very nice body; that I could see right from the start. He was wearing a pair of tight faded jeans that hugged his butt very nicely, and what looked like a very old black corduroy shirt with the sleeves rolled up. His hair was black with shards of gray, and was swept back straight over his ears. He wore small round wire rim glasses and had a short salt and pepper beard. He looked to be of Mediterranean descent, probably Italian, with a dark olive complexion and fine skin. I watched, feeling like my feet were nailed to the spot. He finished whatever it was he was doing to the board and sauntered into the corner, squatting down nimbly to see if it fit. His shoulders were broad, but his waist was tight and I observed the hair on his forearms as he held the board up to where it would eventually live. He deftly pulled a short yellow pencil from behind his ear, made a few marks on the board, and stood to return to the workbench. It was then that he saw me and did a quick double-take. "Well, hello there," he offered in a deep friendly voice as he continued back to his temporary workbench. "Hi," I said in return. Well, this is off to a good start, I thought. I've never really had a gift for casual conversation, and I suddenly felt completely inadequate to offer any further thrust to our dialogue, if that is what you could call it. He made a few more whirring passes over the board, brought it back to the corner and we both watched it slip right into place. "Voila," he said proudly, turning to stand and eyeing me a bit closer now as he extended me a crinkled smile. "So, you must be the daughter, Molly?" he stated rather unequivocally. I grinned and nodded in agreement. "Well, I'm Michael," he stated gently. "It's a pleasure to meet you." With that he came around the island to shake my hand. I stood rooted to the spot, like I'd stepped in glue and was stuck to the floor. He approached with his hand out and a beautiful smile on his face. He had a weathered, but very handsome face, with eyes that just dripped with kindness. "Hi Michael," I said in return as he took my slender white hand into his big paw. His hand enveloped mine, but his grip was soft and gentle and warm. I felt a little flutter that was hard to ignore, and the flutter seemed to transfer itself into my eyelids, which blinked several times in acknowledgment of his presence and proximity. "The kitchen looks beautiful so far. Is this oak?" I inquired with no idea what I was talking about. He looked at me with a patient look, his eyes wrinkled in amusement. "No, Molly. This is cherry, Native American cherry. It's a beautiful hardwood and wonderful for cabinetry -- and a pleasure to work with," he said with patience. Now, of course, I remembered that my parents had mentioned cherry numerous times, but my brain was too addled from admiring this handsome man to be hitting on all cylinders. He asked about my school and we began a long conversation which revolved mostly around him asking questions of me. He seemed genuinely interested in what I was studying and my thoughts on school. His eyes widened when I mentioned Paris and he had numerous recommendations on what to see, what to do, and where to have a perfect glass of wine. He was an easy conversationalist and I found myself opening up to him. My inquires of him met with somewhat measured and limited responses, but I did manage to find out that he was divorced and had two grown children; one of whom was also at the university. This gave him an interesting perspective on the vagaries of college life. He had started his life in the business world, but had changed careers in his mid-thirties and pursued his first love of woodworking and carpentry. Based on his comments and appearance I guessed that he was in his mid-forties. As we talked I admired his easy posture and comfortable way of speaking. He seemed so sure of himself and moved with a grace that came from self confidence and maturity. I've always found myself attracted to older men, but have never really wanted to admit it to myself. But if I was honest, my fascination stemmed all the way back to middle school and Mr. Barnes, my 8th grade gym teacher. Yet despite that undeniable attraction, I had continued to beat my head against the wall with the young boys on campus. I had lost track of the number of drunken dates I'd had in the past year. And even the few fellows who managed to get me into bed had been utter disappointments. I kept thinking there had to be something better and this attitude partly explained my desire to go to Paris for a semester. Perhaps there I would find men worthy of falling in love with and giving myself to. Or, at least, I'd have fun trying. But, I wasn't in Paris right now. I was in my kitchen, suddenly having somewhat embarrassing fantasies about Michael as he stood there leaning back on the counter, his arms and ankles crossed. My eyes flickered down ever so quickly to his crotch, which for some reason seemed like a focal point -- the way he was standing, the way his jeans gathered into a tight round bulge, the way he was looking at me. I looked away, embarrassed that he might have seen me look at him. Yet he seemed to be looking at me in turn with a casual bemusement. Several times I felt his eyes wash over my body, drinking in my long lithe frame, and I watched his eyes smile kindly. The blood rushed to my brain and I felt just a little dizzy. I finally grabbed my backpack and excused myself, knowing he had to get back to work, though I would have liked to continue our conversation. We had talked for a good half hour and for someone who had such a big job still ahead, he seemed to have found the time to chat with me like he had all the time in the world. Before I took my leave and headed for my room, I asked him one more question. "Will you be back tomorrow, Michael?" I inquired, trying not to sound too eager, but hoping I'd find him upon returning from classes the next day. "I will, Molly. Yes. I had the whole crew here this morning, finishing up with the main installation. But now I will be here the next few days dealing with all the fine points and details. So if you're around tomorrow, I'll see you then," he stated with a big grin. I couldn't help but smile myself, hoping I wasn't exposing myself too much. "Good," I stated emphatically. "I'll see you tomorrow." I went to my room with my head spinning. I threw my backpack on the bed and looked at myself in the full length mirror; somewhat embarrassed that I hadn't arrived home looking a little more stylish. The yoga pants and oversized sweatshirt surely didn't show off my body very well, I thought. I would have to change that tomorrow. But right now, I needed to shower. I began to take off my clothes to the soundtrack of a router and a screw gun. The thought that Michael was so close by and that I was taking off my clothes and exposing my body sent shivers down my spine and made me tingle with excitement. I pulled off my sweatshirt and pants and stood before the mirror in a cotton bra and panties; trying to observe myself as a third party might; trying to be impartial in my assessment. As with any woman I could always find fault with my body. For me it wasn't so much that there was anything wrong; it was more that I just didn't feel like there was anything special, other than, perhaps, my ass. I was of average height, average stature, pretty, but not beautiful, with medium length dark red hair that I often wore up, as it was now. Like all redheads, my skin was creamy and pale with a few freckles here and there. But my hair was a dark shade and contrasted nicely with my skin. I unpinned my hair, shook my head and let my tresses fall over my shoulders. I had been blessed with good genes -- thank you parental units -- and had a slender, but curvy body that didn't need excessive workouts to maintain its slim shape. Certainly my few past boyfriends, if you could call them that, had always remarked on my body in an admiring way. More than once I'd been told that I looked better out of my clothes than in them -- or that my body, once exposed, was rather a pleasant surprise. My breasts filled out a 34B bra quite nicely and had a wonderful up-sloping shape to them. I reached behind to unsnap my bra as I continued my reflective assessment. There was no visible sag whatsoever, and my light pink nipples began to harden slightly as I cupped my breasts and lifted them together. My thoughts wandered to Michael, working just steps away. I wondered what he would think if he could see me at this very instant. The thought flooded me with desire and my thumb and forefinger came together on each nipple to twirl the distended tips. I caught my breath, imagining Michael's thick fingers doing the same as he whispered dirty nothings in my ear in that deep baritone voice of his. My body flushed and I felt a pang of desire descend and find a home deep in my pussy. I opened my eyes and returned my gaze to the mirror, turning to the side and letting my hands wander down my body. My breasts stood in proud profile, my nipples sticking forth on the sloped cantilever of my bare white breasts. My panties hugged the lower curves of my hips and ass. I loved the outward swerve of my buttocks; the way they sloped so sharply away from my lower back and formed such a nice tight bubble of flesh. My last boyfriend, Dan, had loved my ass and couldn't keep his hands off it when we were together. I often felt it was my best feature. It did look good in a snug pair of jeans and I made a mental note to wear my tightest pair the next day. I arched my back slightly as I stood sideways to the mirror and watched as my panty-clad mound protruded forth in profile. My right hand slid south and ran over my pudendum to cup my sex, already moist with the excitement of the afternoon. I thought of the way Michael had looked at me and imagined him wanting to see me, to touch me, maybe even to fuck me. That thought sent a roar of adrenaline through my body and my hand reached under the elastic of my panties and slid down so that my middle finger could descend into my slick slit. I couldn't believe how wet I was; how ready I was. God, I needed to come so bad. It was then that I noticed the power tools had stopped. There was a silence in the air. Had Michael gone home for the day? Might he be standing right outside my door? I suddenly got nervous and stepped into the bathroom. I lowered my panties, now completely soaked with my excitement, and turned on the shower. I would take matters into my own hands under a steady stream of hot soapy water. I stepped inside and felt the water cascade over my body. And I thought about tomorrow as my hand settled in between my legs and I let the water drown my inhibitions. Wednesday I couldn't wait for the school day to end. I looked at my watch so many times that it became embarrassing. As my last class let out at 2:30, I bounded home, hoping to find Michael still there, hunkered over his tools and caressing the cherry wood. My heart leaped with joy as I rounded the corner of our street and saw his truck still parked in our driveway. I stopped at the door, took a deep breath, several in fact, then did my best to walk through the door as nonchalantly as possible. I had a few things going for me that I had not the previous day. I was wearing my best jeans and I always felt sexy in them. They were very tight, caressing my ass and riding low over my hips. I was limited in what kind of panties I could wear in such jeans, so I opted for none. I also had on a tight black tank top and a slinky black bra. The top didn't quite reach the waist of my jeans, so I was managing to show some pale skin just above my hips. With a confidence born of having more suitable clothes and having thought about this moment all day, I strode into the kitchen with an air of authority; like I owned the place, which, in a stretch, was true. I doffed my backpack onto a chair, shed my small jacket quickly, and headed for the refrigerator to get something to drink. "Hi Michael," I announced casually as I bent over to assess the stockpile of beverages in the fridge. I could feel Michael turn to look at me and I could feel his eyes on my denim-clad ass as I bent over to make my selection. Such a tough selection it was too -- did I want water or water? I shifted the weight on my legs several times, knowing that my ass would be moving slightly as I did so. I felt confident Michael was watching me; drinking me in.. I grabbed a bottle and twisted the top off as I turned my body back to the room and shut the door. Michael was standing there with a power drill in his hand, which almost looked like a pistol he'd withdrawn from a holster. He was looking at me warily, with a glint in his eye that I couldn't quite fathom. I took a swig of water as I cocked my hip slightly to the side and looked at him without saying another word. He finally spoke. "Well, look at you, Molly. You must have been out to impress some guy on campus today, young lady, because you look," he hesitated and let his eyes wander slowly down my body, "remarkable." I loved the way his eyes seemed to caress my legs and couldn't help but notice how his intense gaze lingered on my hips and the bare skin of my tummy, peeking out seductively between my top and my jeans. I smiled, twisted the cap back on the bottle with a sharp turn and decided to talk shop. "Thank you, Michael. Well, yes I did. Kinda," I stated vaguely, but truthfully. If he only knew. Or maybe he did. "So how was progress today? What did you do? Mom's going to call tonight and I'm going to have to give her a full report," I warned. As Michael turned to survey the room and began to point out and explain the progress of the day, I just took in this gorgeous man. The way he carried himself, with such self-assurance, such nonchalant confidence, made me quiver inside. I tried to concentrate on what he was saying, but all I really noticed was his unmistakable presence. I loved the way he pushed the glasses back on his nose as he spoke, the creases in his face that obviously came from smiling alot, the hair on his sturdy forearms, the way he gestured and moved his lovely hands. If there had been any doubt in my mind that I wanted this man, it was erased as he spoke in clear layman's terms about the work he had done and what remained to do. I did my best to ask intelligent questions; to keep him talking. He waxed on about the Shaker style inset doors, the exposed European hardware and the fact that the cherry would darken with time and take on a rich patina. He made the cabinets seem downright sexy and his love for his craft, for his creation, was clearly evident -- in his voice, in his face, and in his gestures. I loved the way he moved and the way he laughed so easily. But I also loved the way he kept looking at me. I could tell that he was noticing my body, which had been obliterated by thick cotton sweats yesterday. I could feel his eyes graze over my curves as we talked. He was subtle in his glances, but he made no effort to hide his interest in looking me over. And I loved it. And since this was a two-way street and I was, after all, the woman of the house, at least for the moment, I allowed myself the right to survey the male landscape as well. I let my eyes wander over his slender, but muscular, physique. He was, once again, wearing the craftsman's uniform of old blue jeans and faded corduroy work shirt. The top two buttons were undone and a thick thatch of dark hair bristled from just above the third button. His thighs looked strong and powerful, his shoulders broad enough to take on any task. But I absolutely loved the way his whole physique narrowed into a slim waist and tight round buns. "I wish I knew more about woods," I declared out of nowhere. I was desperate to keep this conversation going, but unsure how to continue talking about something I really knew nothing about. Michael cocked his head to the side and gave me that knowing look, his eye crinkled in a wonderful smile. "Well, I tell you what, Molly. If you come home the same time tomorrow, I'll give you a little course on wood technology. I teach a night course at the community college and I have all sorts of samples and props that I can show you. I'll teach you a little about different species, the different types of cuts and grades, the difference between softwoods and hardwoods. I'll give you a crash course and we'll call it a freebie on account of your parents being such wonderful customers. What do you say?" This idea sounded marvelous. For one thing it meant that he'd be back again the next day and not sending some minion. For another it meant that he had at least a modicum of interest in continuing our dialogue. I agreed, of course, but took this as a sign that he needed to get back to work. We'd been talking for more than a half hour and, if was going to carve out part of his afternoon the next day for me, I knew he needed to continue on with the installation. "Oh, Michael. I would love that. Please. I'll be here right at three o'clock. I can't wait," I gushed. Hardwood "Then it's set. Three sharp tomorrow. Wood Tech 101. Hopefully I'll be closing in on the final touches." That thought saddened me a bit. But nothing was going to take away from the excitement of knowing he'd be teaching me something up close and personal. I had every intention of taking full advantage. I sauntered off to my room and thanked Michael for the conversation. I could feel his eyes following me as I left the room -- his eyes watching my ass sway in my tight jeans. I turned quickly to smile and wave as I headed to my bedroom. Indeed, he was watching intently. The constant smile was replaced, just for those few seconds, with a look of wanton lust. I knew in my heart that the next day we would be lovers. Thursday I dressed that morning with a totally different purpose in mind. I wouldn't normally wear a dress to campus on a Thursday. But I knew what the afternoon might have in store and I wore what I knew would be right for this particular occasion. It was still pleasantly warm for late September, so I pulled out a summer dress that I knew would showcase my body without being too flagrant or forward. It was a simple thin cotton shift, with a loose flowing skirt and a bodice that cut low to cup my breasts nicely. I could wear this dress without a bra, but did decide to wear a shawl to campus. Underneath I slipped on my sexiest black thong and topped it all off with a pair of high heeled, open-toed sandals. I turned a few heads on campus that afternoon, but I wasn't interested in the slightest in the gawking boys. My eyes were focused on my last class of the day and I couldn't wait to learn under Michael's mature tutelage. I sashayed into the house right at 3 o'clock as Michael was tidying up the kitchen. He wasn't quite done, but he was close. And he had obviously set the stage for our afternoon. The island, which didn't yet have a countertop, was covered with a big sheet of plywood. On top Michael had laid one of those thick quilted construction blankets. Arrayed neatly on the blanket were rows of wood samples and cut boards of different sizes and species. I threw my shawl onto the chair as I strode over to stand facing the counter, admiring the carefully arrayed display. I could feel his eyes wash over my body as I walked and the thrill of anticipation sent a wave of warmth that cascaded down into my lower body and made my pussy throb. "Oh, Michael," I cooed. "This is wonderful. Tell me." As he began his presentation he was standing across the counter from me. I listened with rapt attention to his mellifluous voice as he began to talk about trees and wood and the different species. This man could read from the phone book and I'd be on the edge of my seat. What came through for me, more than his technical expertise, was his love of the material. It was clearly a topic he was passionate about. As he began to talk about the way wood is cut and sawn he moved around to stand next to me so he could point to samples; using them to show the difference between cuts: plain-sawn, rift-sawn and quarter-sawn. He was a man clearly in command of his subject. As he began to talk about joinery he picked up more samples to explain what a mortise and tenon joint was, and how a dovetail joint worked. He sidled a bit closer as he began to explain planks of wood. "Now often wood planks are connected by routing a tongue, or ridge, on one side of the board and a groove on the other," he explained. He picked up two boards and slid them together to demonstrate. "And, so, you have a tongue and groove connection." "Did you say tongue in groove?" I asked with a sly smile. His eyes wrinkled in a smile as well. "No, Molly. I didn't. But I can hear the misunderstanding." He paused. "I think you have a naughty mind, young lady," he suggested "Who would have thought wood could be so sexy?" I proferred. "Well I'm glad you think so. I've often thought fine woodworking is a very sensual process," he continued, his eyes boring a hole in me as he spoke. It certainly was sensuous when Michael was talking about it, at least in my mind. As I stood with my flat belly pressed against the temporary counter, Michael moved even closer and began to explain the different samples. This way he could pick one up, talk about it and hand it to me. There were small finished pieces of wood, each about 3 inches by 5 inches, of a wide range species: cherry, oak, maple, elm, hickory, ash, birch. As he spoke I picked up the samples and felt them, touched them, stroked them. There was, in fact, something very sensual about touching the woods, feeling their grain, running the tips of my fingers over their texture. I could see Michael watching me touch the wood and I suddenly realized how closely he was standing to me. He was slightly behind and to the side of me, standing so close I could feel his breath on my skin. The soft exhale of his breath on my bare shoulder, the deep melody of his voice only inches from my ear, had the effect of making me dizzy. I could feel my heart racing as I tried to concentrate on his words, but couldn't. The proximity of his body to mine seemed to drown out any rational thought patterns. I absentmindedly picked up one sample after another; my hands beginning to fondle them as I tried to make sense of the waves of desire that were flowing through my body. As Michael leaned forward to show me something, his hand touched mine and I felt a jolt of excitement course through my veins. I felt his chest press gently against my shoulder as his big hands grazed over my small pale fingers. I suddenly became aware of how fucking wet I was. My thong was soaked and the light aroma of my sex wafted up to my nostrils. Michael continued to talk as his body moved even closer; until I could feel his bulk hovering behind me, enveloping me. I was turning the wood samples in a numb state of awareness now. And I felt Michael's hand slide along my fingers and rest on the back of my hand. We both froze. "You're so beautiful, Molly," he whispered, only inches from my right ear. "So delicate. So lovely," he continued. "And you smell divine," he said as I felt his head lean down to kiss that magic spot where my shoulder meets my neck. His kiss was light and unthreatening, but sent a wave of desire coursing through me like I had never known before. I caught my breath, and surely he heard. He knew. He knew I was his. I felt his large hands on my bare shoulders, squeezing and rubbing them so gently. He placed his hands on my upper arms and leaned down once again to kiss my neck, just below my ear. I felt so vulnerable on the one hand; being enveloped and surrounded by this big powerful man. Yet I felt so safe and warm on the other; a feeling of trust and security permeated every cell of my being. "Oh, Molly," he whispered. I wasn't sure what to do. I closed my eyes, leaned my head back and to the right, and opened my mouth, hoping he would find me. He did. I felt his lips lightly brush mine and could feel and hear both of us breathing with barely controlled restraint. Our mouths opened and our tongues explored. I heard a deep throaty moan and realized it was me. As his kiss deepened I could feel him press his body against my back and my ass, and I felt his heat and incredible hardness that must be so constrained in his tight jeans. I wrapped my right hand up and behind his neck to hold him close. I didn't want him going anywhere. The sound of our rapid breathing and sloppy wet kisses was an extreme aphrodisiac, at least for me. And despite the depth and mounting passion of our kiss, I felt Michael's hands begin to move across from my arms to my upper chest, then begin a slow gentle descent over the slopes of my breasts, exposed by my low-cut dress. My nipples were rock hard and straining, braless, against the soft fabric of my bodice. The palms of Michael's huge hands enveloped them entirely and I felt him use the tips of his calloused fingers to draw tight little circles around the distended nubbins of my swollen nipples. I caught my breath as another wave of desire swept over and through me. I couldn't believe how softly he could touch me with such rough hands. His thumbs hooked under the straps of my dress and pulled them down over my shoulders; lowering them down my arms. The bodice of my dress began to slide down too, and suddenly as he pulled further, my nipples popped out from under the fabric, first one, then the other, looking so pert and happy to see the light of day. I looked down and gasped at their physical presence; so pale and pink and hard. "Oh my God, Molly. You're so unbelievably beautiful. So sooo beautiful," Michael moaned as he looked over my shoulder at the protruding display of my sexual excitement; his smooth voice caressing my ears. His hands followed to explore and my body responded almost involuntarily as his fingertips grazed the tips and circled the small areolas. I could hear Michael breathing hard, keeping tempo with my own, as he pressed his hardness against me, nestling what felt like a huge erection into the cleft of my ass. "Oh, Michael. Please. I want you to touch me. Everywhere," I managed to pant. He didn't answer; no verbal response was necessary. He just began to mold and massage the soft flesh of my breasts with his raw hands. He left my mouth and kissed his way down my neck as he fondled me. My head was swept back, my eyes were closed and I felt myself slowly yielding to his magical touch. As he kissed along the back of my neck and began to work the other side, I felt his hands wander down my arms, then over my hips, continuing down the outside of my thighs. As he reached the short hem of my dress he grabbed the lacy edge and began to lift, exposing my smooth thighs, inch by inch. It was all like a dream; all happening so fast. I was lost in a rising tide of arousal and felt my pulse racing and my pussy oozing with anticipation. The sweet smell of my sex permeated the air and surely Michael had to know how turned on I was; how completely his I was. He continued to lift the dress, clearing my ass and hips, then gathered it together in a clump and whispered in my ear. "Hold this, Molly," he said, handing me the tight wad of cloth. I clutched my dress with one hand as my other reached back and behind to feel the heft and girth of the denim-clad bulge that I'd felt pressing against my backside. My slender hand felt so tiny and weak against the hard steely strength that lay inside his jeans. And then, just as I was feeling I couldn't be any more turned on, his right hand reached around and he placed it on the gentle rise of my belly. I gasped audibly as his warm fingers began to slide lower and lower on my tummy; reaching down with purpose as his soft palm cupped the mound of my sex. I spread my legs slightly to allow his large fingers to slip into the tight vee of my crotch. With a subtle come hither motion, he kneaded the moist warm flesh of my labia and brought a soft groan to my lips. "Oh my God, Michael," was all I could muster, as I pushed my hips forward to let him know I wanted and needed his touch. He pressed the thin silky fabric of my thong into the well lubricated recesses of my labia, the pad of his middle finger drawing quick circles around the tiny thumb of my center. With little effort, he slid the same finger under my thong, and dipped flesh against flesh. I felt his first digit dip deep and probe the hot slick folds. My hips moved and ground to meet his exploration. Then, as he pulled away for a second and leaned forward to look me in the eyes, he pulled his finger out of my pussy and reached up to put it in his mouth. I watched in awe as he took the same finger that had just been inside me and tasted the juices that he'd collected. He closed his eyes and sucked his middle finger; a sexy smile spreading across his face as he tasted my essence. He slowly withdrew his finger between his puckered lips. "Oh, Molly. You taste so good, girl. I'm going to have to go to the source for that," he said with wrinkled smile. "You can taste me all you want, Michael. In fact, you can do anything you want to me," I replied, giving up any semblance of modesty or decorum. He giggled in that low sexy way he had, making me want to snuggle my ear against his mouth. He reached to my hips and turned me around to face him; me still clutching my dress in a death grip. "Let's get rid of that. Shall we?" he said emphatically. It was posed as a question, but it was a clear command. He lifted the crumpled circle of my dress up and over my head and I now stood leaning against the counter edge, naked except for a tiny drenched thong pushed askew. Michael swept the errant strands of hair aside, put his hand behind my neck and pulled me to him for a kiss. We were beyond the soft kissing stage; I was all but naked in front of him now. He opened his mouth wide, as did I, and our tongues swirled and danced and probed. As hard and passionate as his kiss was, there was still a softness to his lips and tongue that belied the innate intensity of our deep open-mouthed kiss. His hands circled down to cup the tight cheeks of my ass and I felt him pull me to him, pulling my mound against the thick presence still hidden in his jeans. Our kiss broke as he passionately kissed my neck and whispered in my ear, telling me how beautiful I was. My hands wove into the thick hair on the back of his head and pulled his mouth against me. He began to slide down my shoulders, onto my upper chest and eased up with his kisses as he nibbled along the upper slope of my left breast. As he arrived at my nipple, his mouth opened in a wide circle, descending over the entire tip of my breast. I felt the suction as he drew his breath against my flesh, then felt the flat of his tongue as he lashed my rock hard nipple and moaned his approval. He suckled one nipple, then the other, and squeezed the supple cheeks of my ass with his big hands as he did so. "Oh, yes, Michael. Suck my nipple. Oh fuck! It feels so good, " I moaned. Suddenly, and unexpectedly, I felt him cup my buttocks hard and lift. I suddenly found myself sitting on the soft blanket as he continued to lick and suck my nipples like he couldn't get enough. He let go long enough to lean behind me and with two quick thrusts of his strong arm, he swept the wood samples onto the floor. They landed with a loud clatter and his sudden intensity scared me a little, but also excited me. He returned to my breasts with a determined look in his gentle eyes. Between his hot panting breath on my soft pink tips and his deep moans of satisfaction, my nipples felt like they were ready to erupt. He cupped my breasts with a hard grip, feeding on me; alternating between violent swirls of his tongue and deep sucks of my entire areolas. Then he stopped and stood tall, looming over me, standing like a giant between by spread thighs. His eyes never left mine as he hooked his fingers in the slender straps of my thong and pulled down. I moved my legs one at a time to let him have his way. He flung the thong who knows where, looking at me with such deep lust in his eyes. He pushed me back into the middle of the huge counter and lifted and spread my legs. While I felt a little self-conscious being so totally exposed, I was also turned on watching him look at me and smile wantonly at the gaping pink display of my open sex. "Oh my God, Molly. Your pussy is perfection. Absolute perfection," he crooned in a creamy smooth voice, as he looked at my pussy with a wild aroused look in his eyes. I couldn't control my hips as they undulated and squirmed; eager for his touch, for his mouth. He leaned down as he gazed happily at my open sluice and patiently began to kiss his way softly up my thighs. I looked down at his dark skin and gray-streaked hair, so sharply contrasting with the milky white cream of my inner thighs. My mind briefly flashed on all the awkward boys who I'd allowed to explore my body, fumbling, lurching, usually drunk, always more interested in themselves than in me. Michael's patience and focus were both refreshing and a gigantic turn-on. "Kiss me, Michael," I pleaded. "Kiss my pussy. Kiss it. Hurry." But nothing I said was going to make him hurry. I leaned back on both elbows to watch his advance. He was on a blissful pace that continued to ratchet up my state of arousal. My lower body was constantly in motion, doing its best to lure him into me, to draw him into my center. I felt his warm breath on my distended lips as his mouth passed inches from the gaping flower of my cunt. I reached down with one hand to open myself to him; to lure him in; to let him know what he could have. I pulled the hood back and showed him my tight glistening cunt. I finally lay back, comfortable in the knowledge that he was close, so close, to devouring my pussy. And when I felt that first long lick of his tongue, sliding slowly along the length of my juice-laden slit, I knew I was in for a treat like no other I'd ever experienced. Michael was going to make love to my cunt with his mouth; and I was going to focus on the incredible pleasure that was permeating every cell of my core. I placed my hands lightly on his head; not so much to guide as to feel his movements as he explored and probed my pussy. His tongued curved and cradled my clit, as I felt his upper lips come down to join in a pursed sucking of my sensitive nub. After a few wet passes along my fleshy crease, he leaned back with a smile. His lips were wet from me. "Your pussy is so smooth, Molly. Did you shave?" Michael asked. "I did," I admitted. "For me?" "Yes, Michael. Just for you. I wanted to be smooth for you," I replied. "Suck me." "Open your lips for me, Molly," he commanded. I was still a bit embarrassed, but far too turned on to resist such a demand. I reached both hands down and spread my lips so he could see my innermost core. I watched him as he watched me. I knew I was wet and pink and glistening. "That may be the most beautiful pussy I have ever seen, Molly. Do you know how gorgeous you are down there?" he queried. "Mmhmm," was all I could muster in reply. I lay there on my back, my legs spread, knees up, fingers framing my pink treasure. Michael bent down, but surprised me, by kissing and licking my fingers and hand rather than my pussy. Suddenly he took my middle finger into his mouth and began to suck on it. I couldn't believe the jolt of arousal that spiraled right down to my pussy. He was sucking my finger, but it was my clit that was throbbing. He continued to kiss and suck my fingers, one after the other, along their length, then licked between them. He kissed my wrists, then went back to my fingers, as I rubbed myself and fingered my loose wet lips and opened my cunt to Michael and his mouth and his eyes. . Never had I been with a man so attuned to finding my sensitive spots; each and every one; some I didn't even know I had. It seemed as if his antennae were on overdrive and picking up on every signal my body emitted. If he tried something and he didn't get a positive response, he moved onto the next thing. And when he did strike a chord, he continued and explored and improvised; then came back to that spot later. He was totally lost in me and my pleasure; a lover for the ages. "God, Michael," I whispered. "I've never had anyone suck my fingers before. That feels unbelievable," I offered. He smiled at me, knowingly, as he paused and pulled back. "Stick a finger inside, Molly. Deep," he commanded. I did as I was told, totally aroused by the fact that he was watching my finger disappear into my tight pink hole. I sunk my middle digit in as far as it would go; amazed at how tight and warm and wet my hole felt. Then I withdrew it slowly, knowing full well what he would do. I pointed it at his mouth and, never leaving my gaze, he opened wide, took the whole thing in his mouth, and closed his lips around the base of my glistening finger. Slowly and seductively, he pulled back, inch by inch. I could feel his tongue washing over my fingertip, tasting my juices. I could not believe how sensuous it was; how amazingly good it felt. Hardwood "Oh my God, Michael. Ohhhh." We did this several more times; me feeding him my girl cum in small doses. Then, once his digital desire had ebbed, Michael went back to dining expertly on my gaping succulence, and I placed my hands on his head again to feel him move against me . Several times I heard out of body cries, only to realize they were emanating from somewhere deep inside me. When Michael would moan, the vibration would stimulate my clit to a point that my hips were bucking and spasming to his oral maneuvers. I looked down between my legs in utter amazement. Here I was on the very counter where I had done homework as a child, where I'd eaten so many meals with my parents, where our extended family had gathered for holidays. Here I was in the very center of our house; naked, legs spread wide, cunt pulsing as a sexy older man ate my pussy and made sexual music with his tongue. "Oh, God, Michael! That feels so good. That feels soooo fucking good. Don't stop. Oh, Michael, don't...." Suddenly he picked up the pace, grabbing each cheek of my ass with his strong hands, pulling my slit apart and absolutely accosting my pink juicy flesh with his entire mouth. I had never had anyone eat me like this -- never. The moment became too much for me; I couldn't hold back any longer. I felt a wave of arousal rush through me and felt that steady throb of an impending climax. Michael knew -- he just knew. And as I looked down at the sharp contrast of our bodies and felt the pleasure coursing through every fiber of my being, an orgasm overtook me suddenly and violently. It was like an unexpected wave that crashes over your head when you've got your back turned unwisely to the sea. "Oh, Michael. Oh, fuck, I.... Don't stop! Don't .... Ohhhhh." My hips spasmed with a twitch and I felt my fingers tightly entwined in Michael's scalp, holding on for dear life as I was rocked with an intense climax that came in steady pulses until my body collapsed in a drenched heap of post-orgasmic bliss. I was unable to move; unable to speak. My breath sounded like I'd just run a sprint; my heart pounded. Michael slowly withdrew from his niche and looked down at me with a smile that combined pleasure and care. His lower face glistened with the traces of my copious lubrication. "I knew you'd taste good," he joked. "I enjoyed the appetizer earlier, but the main course may have been the best thing I've ever tasted, Molly. Ever." I smiled at the compliment, mini after-shocks still catching me unaware as my climax slowly subsided. "Oh, Michael," I cooed. "Do you treat all your wood technology students like this?" I queried. He smiled and shook his head. "I do not, Molly. Please know how special you are," he stated. I looked down at his strong hairy forearms, casually draped over my pale knees, and the desire to have him, to return the favor in some small way, suddenly overtook me. I needed this man and needed to return some modicum of the pleasure he had just bestowed on me. I needed him. I suddenly had an overwhelming desire to suck his cock; to take him in my mouth, much as he had done me. I slid off the table and spun him around so he was still standing, but leaning back against the counter edge. I grabbed a cushion off a nearby chair and threw it onto the floor at his feet. Then I leaned my body against him, letting him know I was all his, and began to kiss him deeply. As our tongues swirled and our kisses regained the passion of only moments ago, my hands went down to his belt buckle. My fingers worked nimbly, but desperately; eager to unleash the hardness that had been hiding in his jeans. Once his belt was undone, I unsnapped him and reached my hand down to cup the gigantic swell of his manhood. I stood up on my tip toes so I could whisper in his ear. "I need you in my mouth, Michael. Now. I want you to fuck my mouth," I seethed. I couldn't believe what I was saying this to a man I had met only two days ago. But his mouth had uncorked a flood of physical and emotional arousal, and I wanted nothing more than to please him, to give him pleasure, to make him come. "Yes, Molly. I want that. Suck me," he implored. "Please." I kneeled down on the cushion so that my head was at the very height of his crotch. I could see how fully and tightly he was engorged; snug in his denim. I reached up to the zipper and began to pull down, ever so gently. I didn't want to catch any tender skin in the teeth. My eyes almost popped out of my head as the zipper began its southerly descent, only to discover that his cock was slowly emerging below. He had not been wearing underwear and so I had one less layer of clothing to concern myself with. I smiled inwardly and wondered if he went to work commando every day. The zipper reached the bottom and his cock protruded forth at a steep angle. It had to be the most beautiful cock I had ever seen: larger and thicker than average, the shaft cleanly shaven and standing straight and true. I couldn't take my eyes off of it as my slender white fingers tried to enwrap the turgid dark flesh of his glorious erection. All I could think about was what it was going to feel like in my pussy when we finally got around to fucking. His balls were still tucked in at the crotch of the zipper, so I pulled his jeans off his waist a little, loosening the access, and reached in with one hand to cup and lift his balls out of their confines. His balls were big and full and also shaved smooth. I loved the feel of their slippery roundness as I let his balls lie gently against the outside of his zipper. I leaned back to admire this display of masculine flesh -- so hard, so big, so beautiful. "Oh, Michael. I love your cock. Oh my God. It's....." Words failed me. I needed to show him what I thought of it with my actions. I encircled the bulbous tip with my thumb and forefinger and slid the sensitive skin back and forth, watching the huge helmet of his head protrude forth so proudly. A small drop of pre-cum appeared at the slit and I leaned in, tongue sticking out, to lick it up. I loved the feel of his spongy head leading the charge. I loved the smooth texture of the thin outer layer of skin as it slid over the rock hard flesh below. I loved the dark color and veiny ribs that lined his shaft. I loved the dark tuft of pubic hair that contrasted so nicely with his smoothly shaved shaft and balls. I loved it all. I ran my hand along his length and looked up at him. "It looks like you shaved too, Michael," I stated, as my hand glided along the silky skin of his straining shaft. "I did," he replied. "Just for you, Molly." Oh my. As I looked up into his smiling eyes, I opened my mouth wide and swallowed the head. He was thick and I had to stretch my lips to take in his girth. I heard him moan softly and say my name as I began to rock back and forth, bobbing the first two inches into my hungry mouth; my tiny hand wrapped around the base of his thick dark shaft. I don't think a cock had ever tasted so good I pulled away and sunk down low, looking back up into his eyes as I began to lick and kiss his very sizable balls. I took the left one in my mouth, swirling my tongue, enjoying the smooth loose texture of the skin. He clearly liked the feeling, or perhaps it was the image, of me sucking his testicles. I pulled back and let his left ball pop out with a loud thwoping sound. Then, not to play favorites, I took his right testicle and sucked it lightly to even the exchange. "Oh, Molly. I love looking down and seeing my balls in your mouth. It might be the sexiest sight I have ever seen." After finishing with ball number two, I began to slowly lick my way up his throbbing shaft, washing my tongue along his sensitive ridge. But it was when I reached his frenulum that I slowed and concentrated. I turned my head sideways, opened my mouth wide, and enveloped that tender ridge that I know men love so much. I slid my mouth back and forth, just moving about an inch, and combined that with a twirling tongue. As I did that I kneaded his smooth balls carefully with one hand and moaned loudly so the vibration of my vocal cords would further stimulate that most sensitive spot. I felt him gird his loins, unsure whether to let me keep going or stop me so he could fuck me. He chose the latter. "I'm not ready to come yet, Molly. Stand up," he commanded. I did as he said. I felt like putty in his hands. We took a short break as he discarded his boots and jeans. Lastly, he unbuttoned his shirt and I saw his thick chest, covered in fine dark hair. He was naked now, as was I, and his erection hadn't subsided one bit. It wavered and bounced stiffly as he disrobed. I looked hungrily at it; wanting it inside me. Suddenly, and with no warning, Michael lifted me up in both his arms and laid me down on the comforter. He lay me down sideways along the edge, and leaned down to kiss me. His right hand began to run along my legs and, as I opened them wide to give him ready access, I reached out to gently stroke his magnificent dick. As his kisses became more passionate, his fingers entered my folds and began to play an expert tune along the ridges of my labia. I felt his meaty fingers explore my flesh, and I could hear the evidence of my excitement as his probing elicited sticky sounds of wetness from my juicy lips. From the sounds of his breathing, Michael seemed to be enjoying this as much as I was. I could feel my hips bucking to meet his hand, trying to maximize his touch. Finally, I was overwhelmed by his manual stimulation and had to stop kissing and just enjoy the moment. He pulled his head away, but continued to look at me as his fingers slid off my clit, down through my soaking wet folds, and into my pussy -- all in one motion. I moaned loudly and my hips bucked to give his fingers free and unfettered access to my juicy warm hole. He slid his middle finger all the way in and grunted deeply as his palm slammed against my mound. I whimpered and ground my hips, wanted him to fuck me hard with his fingers. "Molly, you're so tight. So nice and tight," Michael crooned. His finger began to establish a steady pace and I don't know that a finger in my pussy had ever felt so good. He knew just how to touch me as the crescendo continued to build. I lifted my hips up off the counter, digging my heels into the cover, grinding my hips as Michael began to finger me with rapid fire thrusts of his hand. If his middle finger felt this good, I could only imagine how wonderful his cock would feel thrusting into me. He must have come to the same conclusion at the same time, because he stopped abruptly and seemed desperate as he jumped up on the counter. He pulled my legs around so he was holding them and kneeling between them and looked down at the wide open gash of flesh that was mine to offer him. "Fuck me, Michael. Now. Hurry," I demanded. "Fuck me hard!" He pushed up on both arms and I reached down to guide his thick hard cock toward my oozing opening. I felt the spongy head of his dick sink slightly into that magic indentation, and then push past my labia to gain entrance. It took a minute of gentle back and forth insertion for his cock to finally slip all the way into my tight hole. But once he was in, once he had filled me with his hard meat, I felt him angle himself just so and begin to fuck me in earnest. All pretenses were gone. He might be the carpenter working on the kitchen; this might be the kitchen of my youth; but at that moment we were just a man and a woman -- and we were fucking. I moaned his name as he began a steady deep assault, bottoming out on each thrust and grunting in rhythm to his pumping hips. I don't know that I'd ever felt more filled or more satisfied. He cradled my knees in his elbows, pushed them back, and plowed into me deeper than I can ever remember a lover going. I had been dreaming for two days about Michael fucking me, and now that fantasy was a reality. "Oh my God, Michael. Fuck me! Harder. Don't stop, Michael. Don't stop. Awww fuck," I screamed. We rearranged on the counter several times, trying new positions and establishing new and different angles. My previous boyfriends had always come far too quickly once they were inside me, but Michael had a stamina I had not come across before. He was certainly enjoying himself; there was no doubting that from the sounds of his voice and the movements of his body. But for him it wasn't a race to the finish; he was clearly relishing the pure carnal act of fucking, as was I. I exhorted him with words and moans; making sure there was no doubt in his mind that I enjoying every thrust of his hard cock; every slap of his hips against mine. He leaned down to whisper in my ear. "I need you doggie, Molly," he asserted. And I need it now." With little fanfare, he slid off the table and pulled my body with him. He was so much stronger than me, and I knew he could throw me around like a little rag doll, if he so chose. But he somehow tempered his strength and force with a tenderness and kindness that made me want him even more, if that was even possible. He pulled me onto the floor and turned me around roughly to face the counter. He pushed my head forward and spread my legs. I could feel him positioning himself directly behind me, and moments later I felt the huge head of his cock entering me again, but now from a rear angle. This position made his cock seem even bigger than before and I groaned and shifted my hips upward to accommodate his girth. As he slid in, inch by inch, taking care not to go too fast, too soon, we both gasped at the intense pleasure washing over us. "Oh, God. Oh, fuck. That feels so good. Right there. Oh, Michael. Don't stop," I wailed as Michael began to pump into me with a steady carnal rhythm. I looked up to see the familiar surroundings of my childhood home, albeit somewhat torn up with the renovations. But, nevertheless, it felt so dirty and naughty and strange to be getting fucked face down on the kitchen counter of my own household. I felt all those things, but it also felt fucking hot and sexy. I felt Michael plunge deep and I grunted approval, lifting my hips slightly to accommodate his every push. Within a minute he was grinding and pushing deep into my pussy. He grabbed my hips and with each forward thrust he pulled me back onto his throbbing dick. It felt so good and so deep. I could hear his grunting pumps and the sexy sound of the flesh of his hips smacking loudly against my ass. I turned to look back at him, his face a grimace of lust. He was staring at my ass and cunt, gaping open as he watched his cock slide in and out of my body at an increasingly rapid rate. I reached my right hand down to rub my clit as Michael pummeled me with his heavy prick. I could feel a familiar vibration begin to curl up deep in my inner loins. I pushed up on my hands and arched my back, urging Michael on. "Oh God, Michael. Fuck me. Fuck me hard -- just like that. Yes. Right there. Fuck -- right there. Don't stop. Fuck! Unnhh!" He slammed his cock home. He wasn't stopping for anything. His dick was like a runaway freight train careening off the tracks. I heard a high pitched wail come from someplace deep inside him and could tell from his staccato breathing and deep long thrusts that he was close to climax. I arched my back and ass up as far as I could and, just then, heard him scream my name as the first spurt of cum shot deep against my vaginal walls, followed by another, and another, and one more. He let out a pitiful cry of fulfillment as his pace slacked off precipitously and the last drops of cum dribbled into my slippery fluid folds. "Oh, Molly. Oh my God, Molly," was all he could muster. I lay still, having had one orgasm and having come so close a second time. I was glad he had climaxed, but could have used another minute of his primal pumping. But Michael understood this. He allowed himself a moment or two to catch his breath and collect himself. He withdrew his semi-hard cock carefully, slimy and slick with the juices of our union. "Molly. You were so close, I could tell. Hop back up on the counter, baby," he commanded. He lifted me up on my ass and I leaned back on my arms, spreading my thighs as he pulled up a chair. He grabbed my calves and pulled my legs up over his shoulders to rest on his back. He wasn't going to eat me again, was he? I could still feel his cum dripping out of my crevices as he went down on me again. "Relax, Molly. I'm going to eat you, baby. I'm going to suck my cum right out of you. Come for me, Molly. Again," he claimed as he looked me in the eye and leaned down to place his open mouth on my still quivering cunt. I watched closely; infatuated by his hungry mouth. This man had such an appetite for sex, and I'd never in all my days had a man eat me after coming inside me. I watched in awe as he licked and kissed me, slurping any combined juices with no hesitation -- eating me like I was his last and most delicious meal ever. But once I felt his fingers enter my tight pink hole and join with his tongue as it accosted my clit, I knew I wasn't going to last long. He brought me to the brink and knew it clearly. He licked and finger-fucked me non-stop, as I lifted my hips to offer my juicy opening to only him. And as my heels dug into his back and my arms supported my upper body, I lifted my ass up to press and hump my cunt against his wailing tongue and flailing fingers. I was on the verge and needed to lock him into my pussy. I clamped my thighs hard around his head as my hips bucked against his mouth. And then, I came. I mean, I came so fucking hard. My arms gave way and I collapsed on the soft comforter as he ate his way through the most intense orgasm I could ever remember having. My legs, which had been clamped around his head in a death lock, suddenly relaxed and gave way as my orgasm spiked and slowly subsided. Our hearts were pounding and we were both breathing hard and fast. "Michael," was all I could say. There were no words. I was truly speechless. I looked up at our kitchen ceiling, realizing I'd never actually seen it from this particular vantage point. Nothing had ever brought me to lie on my back on the kitchen counter before. I laughed at the thought and ran my hands through Michael's hair as he gently nibbled my soft white thighs and planted tiny soft kisses on my totally splayed open pussy. "You, young Molly, taste, and look, so good. So good. You have given this old man a real treat, dear. Thank you," he smiled, his whiskered face still glistening from me, and some of him. It was precious. "Has this little incursion thrown you off schedule, Michael?" I asked with a knowing smile. "It has, but I'll find a way to make it up. Tomorrow. Or the next day. As long as there are no distractions from the peanut gallery," he joked. "Well, fine. But you're not planning on going back to work today, are you?" I asked in a pleading tone. "Well, I don't know, Molly. Did you have a better idea?" he asked with that broad grin that made me melt the first time I saw it. I leaned down and curved my fingers around his semi-turgid shaft. I felt it warm and thicken slightly with my touch. "Well, if you've still got some wood left, then I have some things that need fixing in my bedroom," I teased. With that I grabbed his hand, hopped off the counter and pulled him toward my room. I could feel his eyes on my backside. "Well, Molly. I'd follow that ass anywhere. You know that. Lead on," he added. And I did. HardWood Club I am excited as I watch you preparing for our night out! You sit on the edge of the tub shaving your legs. You finally get finished and start trimming the flaming red hair that surrounds your pussy. My cock swells as I see your fingers manipulate your lips as you make sure you have not missed trimming those long "Jack choking hairs." I step up and you check my cock and balls to make sure they are trimmed properly also. You take my cock into your mouth quickly, sucking me in and tonguing the tip of my head . Just as quickly you pull it out saying, yep no long "Cindy gagging hairs." I start to protest but you will have none of that. You take my hand and pull me into the shower with you. We soap each other up paying particular attention to our nether regions. The shower is over all too soon. We towel each other off and you head into the closet to get dressed. You put on the new sexy underwear I purchased for the occasion, crotch-less silk panties that showcase your nicely trimmed cunt off perfectly. You put on the new silk bra that you love because it drives me wild. It is a half cup supportive bra. The lines are very low cut on it, so low in fact that your nipples are exposed. It pushes your breast up and out almost saying here I am take me in your mouth. It reminds me of the wenches walking around at the Renaissance Festival. You put on a great looking silk shirt. Your nipples respond to it nicely as the soft material brushes across them. They stand to full attention begging to be suckled. You finish it off with a tight skirt with a very high slit. I put on the new silk shirt you bought for me. It is a little snug across the chest as I have started working out again and the results are finally starting to show. My nipples also respond to the soft touch of the material, which you then outline by tracing with your finger tips. I pull on my tight black slacks that shape my ass just right. We slip and slide our way into the car. You're nervous as we pull out of the driveway heading to the club our "friends", Robyn & Joe told us about. You love the way the silk feels on your skin as the car causes it to move back and forth while the car turns and twists. You feel your cunt heating up already and your sweet juice starts wetting your lips as you think back to the night club some weeks earlier. You wish I would slide my hand in your skirt, but you are somewhat satisfied when I just hold your hand lovingly. We pull into the parking lot. You are a little worried as the outside of the Wood Club looks to be a warehouse. I pull you to me and kiss you deeply whispering how much I love you. We walk in and are surprised at the insides. It is decorated to look like some Greek temple. We are told that there are many different rooms. All types of activities are going on depending on the room. There is a bar and buffet in the first room we see. We get a couple of drinks and some snacks. We stroll towards the sound of music coming from another room. We walk in and are surprised at the number of people dancing. As our eyes adjust to the lower light we can see that there are women and men both, dancing in varies stages of nakedness. The amount of dress/undress runs the spectrum of fully clothed to completely nude. You drag me on the dance floor and we start dancing. We dance a few songs with women and men joining us for a few minutes then moving on to find other to shake their booty at. There are people of all ages and sizes just enjoying themselves as they dance around. The moving, being grabbed, pounding music and seeing naked people all around, turns us both on, as well obviously, as some of the men. We head back to the bar and grab a few more drinks to cool off a little. We then stroll around to check out some other rooms. The first room looks like a spa/pool area. People are lounging around in and out of the pools. Some people are just lounging and watch the few couples that are involved in some sex acts. There are some men sitting on the edge of the pool with women performing oral sex on them. There is also a women lying back with a man sucking on her pussy lips. She reaches over and grabs the cock of the nearest guy and starts stroking him. There is a lucky guy over in the corner that has two girls paying attention to his throbbing cock. We are both interested in the live shows being performed in front of us. We stroll on to the next room. The lighting is darker in this room. As we step in the smell of sex washes over us. There must be 30 to 40 people in this room. It is hard to tell where one person stops and another starts. I slide my hand down onto your ass and give it a squeeze as we move on to look around. The next room has lots of pillows lying on the floor. There are only about 15 people in this room. Most are engaged in some sexual act. There is a guy lying down with one girl riding his face and another riding his cock. There is a girl on all fours with a guy fucking her from behind while she is sucking the cock of another guy. Another couple is 69 in the corner, with the added benefit of a guy using a dildo on the girl's ass. Watching all this you lean into me saying how fucking hot your twat is. I slide my hand down under your skirt and feel the wetness between your ass cheeks. I pull you to me and kiss you deeply making no attempt to hide what my hand is doing down your skirt. You stroke my rock hard cock thru the material of my pants. You feel a little wetness thru the material as my cock wants some satisfaction. We decide to move on to the next room to see whets happening in there. This room is smaller and only has few people in it. There is what can only be described as a doctor's exam table, except that it is covered in fur and sits only a few feet off the floor. A bell rings and the guy that was performing oral sex on her twat gets up. He moves to her right side. The guy here was being stroked by here hand. The guy that was having his cock jacked off moves on as she grabs the new prick in her hand. The guy that is now left out moves on to the head of the table where the girl was thoroughly enjoying the thick cock in her mouth. We are both amazed at the length of cock she had in her mouth. I whisper to you, Wow! The girl now turns her attention to the new cock which is bouncing in anticipation of the attention it is about to receive. The guy that was enjoying her throat muscles moves over to her left side. She was stroking another guy with her left hand. What mind control she has. She releases this guy and takes the thick cock in her hand. She strokes its full length slapping it against her breast. The dick left out, now moves between her legs and starts sucking on her clit. You lean over to me and say "That is HOT!" Looking around we see that there are a few couples enjoying the show of sexual prowess by this woman. We move on to the next room just to see what else is down the hall. The next room is set up with a small bar on one side and a large screen TV on the far side showing very hardcore porn. There are couches arranged around it with a few people sitting and watching. We get another drink and stand behind one of the couches to check it out. We notice a couple in the middle of the room on a rug performing the same act as on the TV. As the seen changes to another sex act with 2 girls and one guy, one of the women on the couch gets down on the floor and joins in to once again mimic the scene on the boob tube. We are both hot as hell. We watch the show and only get hotter. My hand runs up and under your skirt feeling the wetness that has started to run down your thighs. You spread your legs, nervous with all the people around but wanting your pussy to be touched... no fucked hard and now. I slide my hand up and slowly slide my finger into your wet slit. My other hand runs up and cups your breast. Your nipples are rock hard. I step behind you and push my hard cock between your ass cheeks. I take a breast in both hands and grind my crotch into your ass slowly. I start to undo your shirt, you protest a little but watching the sex show happening in front of you, lowers your inhibitions and you let me unbutton your shirt. I slide it off your shoulders and you feel excitements as your breast are revealed to all in the room. You turn around and take my shirt off quickly. Looking down you see my throbbing cock pulsating thru the material in my pants. Your hands drop, wanting to releasing it, and unzip my pants. You drop down and take my cock in your mouth, forgetting about anything else except that you want it in your mouth now. You suck and lick the length of my cock while your hand playing with my balls and ass. A woman comes over and asks if she can taste it. You hold my throbbing thick cock out and she takes it in. You both start taking turns going down on my cock. All too soon my cock erupts spewing hot cum on both of your faces. You both continue sucking on my cock, both wanting the last few drops. The woman starts to lick the cum off your face when my cock is in your mouth and when my cock is in her mouth you lick the hit sticky cum from her face. The scene turns me on. My cock starts to respond with new desire. I pull you up and bend you over the back of the couch. I sink down behind you and suck deeply on your pussy lips drinking deeply of your juices. The woman lies on the floor under me and start licking my balls. The feeling is incredible. Sucking your sweet pussy and having some unknown women sucking and licking my balls. This feels great but I want to feel the heat of your pussy surrounding my cock. I stand up and the woman helps guide my cock into your pussy. The heat and wetness is more than I have ever felt. I start sliding in and out with full firm strokes. Feeling my balls slap against your pussy where the woman has her hand playing with your clit. I hear you start moaning loudly and screaming as you start cumming. There is a torrent of hot liquid running down my balls and legs. I am always astounded by the amount of juice that you can produce from within. The feeling is incredible. I pull out and come around so that you can suck my cock clean of your sweet juices. You suck it in deeply then start licking the length moaning all the time. The woman takes position behind you and starts licking your pussy and ass. You cum again, pulling my cock out of your mouth to scream "I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" After what seems like forever you stop cumming and take my cock into your mouth. Sucking on it wildly wanting to taste my cum once more. You move your ass wildly enjoying the intense feeling that only a woman knows how to give another woman's cunt. You suck deeply on my cock enjoying the feeling of hardness yet also so soft sliding in and out of your mouth. The thought of knowing people are watching you have sex turns you on to no end. You feel another orgasm starting to build. You moan with wanton desire as you feel the woman at your cunt pull away. But then you feel something hard and vibrating touching your wet hot slit. You pull my cock out of your mouth to look and see that it is Robyn, our new friend from the other night, and the only thing she is wearing is a strap-on dildo. It looks so life like and thick. You feel the tip running around your beautiful ass and enjoy the soft feel as it bounces around. You smile at her then turn around and suck my cock back in to your throat as your spread your legs opening your cunt wider to give the sizeable strap-on easier access to your hungry cunt. Robyn traces the head of the cock up and down your hot wet slit coating it with your plentiful juices. She slides the tip in and you groan feeling it stretch your pussy lips. You moan deeply and the vibrations on my cock in your throat feel great. It drives me wild seeing you enjoying yourself. You start slowly sliding back onto the dildo then back onto my throbbing member. Bit by bit take in more of the huge strap-on. The feeling of fullness drives you wild with the complete enjoyment of it all. You start moving faster and faster taking it in further. You are getting hotter and hotter with each stroke. Finally you have to stop before you slide off of the back of the couch. You are grateful that the back of the couch is wide enough that you can just lay there support at the perfect height for your every orifice to be filled. Robyn and I now start fucking you slowly. We time our strokes so that when she is filling your twat so full that the head of my cock is just dancing on your lips. You lick the slit of my cock tasting the mixture of salty pre-cum and your sweet honey. You open your eyes to see that another throbbing cock is just inches away from your mouth. You look up and see Joe. He is stroking his cock watching you being fucked by his wife. You reach up and start stroking his cock for him. The twinkle in your eyes is the unmistakable twinkle of "Fuck me, fuck me!" You suck deeply on my cock as your stroke Joe's cock. He steps forward and you start rubbing his cock on your face. My cock is deep in your throat as Robyn pulls the cock out of your cunt and rubs it up and around teasing your anus. It seems like forever before she puts the head back into your sopping wet cunt and starts sliding it in slowly. I pull back feeling your tongue circling around and around my veined cock. As my head pops out of your mouth, you pull Joes cock into your mouth. The different taste of pre-cum drives you over the edge. You suck his cock in deeply then pull it out and suck mine deeply into your mouth. Your pussy starts to clamp down tightly on the dildo that is very deep and filling. In you're mind you see this picture of a woman being fucked from behind by a woman with a strap on and she is also sucking on two cocks. You slowly realize that it is you. The pressure in your cunt is too great and you start cuming and cuming and cuming. You feel the dildo pressing on every inch inside your cunt. Your pulsating cunt clamps down on it so hard that Robyn cannot pull it back out. So she just grinds her hips into yours. You realize that the whole thing is inside you. Your orgasm was just starting to fade when that thought came to your mind and your pussy starts cuming again. You feel the cock in your mouth start to pulsate with that familiar feeling. The feeling of a swelling cock in your mouth about to spew forth hot sticky cum brings your excitement to a higher level. You suck it deep into your throat just as the cum starts to fly. You are amazed that the temperature can be so high coming from another human body. You want to suck every last drop out of the throbbing prick but remember there is another one in your hand starting to have the familiar twitch also. You aim to shoot Joes cum onto your face but then realize that it was Joe's cock that unloaded its hot sticky load into your throat. This thought takes your excitement so high that you feel lightheaded and your cunt cums again. It is amazing that so much juice can cum from one woman. You quickly pull Joes cock out of your mouth and start to take mine in your mouth. You are a little slow as the first jet of hot cum hits your cheek. Before another load can be shot, it is in your mouth coating the inside of your mouth. You suck on my cock wanting, no needing every last drop until it starts to shrink. Your cunt finally loosens its death grip on Robyn's dildo and she can remove it. She slides it out rubs it all around your quivering cunt. Joe and I rub our withering cocks on the side of your face as you just lay there and enjoy the after orgasm glow. You are exhausted and lay there trying to recover your strength. We all lie down on the couch and take some time to recovery from the great sex we just had. You slide down and place your head in my lap watching the movie. Robyn comes around and sits down between my legs. She starts tonguing my thighs moving upwards to my balls. She takes one at a time in her mouth sucking and tonguing them. Your face is only inches away watching another woman suck on your husband's balls. Your hand slides down between your legs starting to stroke your wet slit. My cock responds to Robyn's mouth and starts to swell. She runs her tongue all around the tip of my cock, ever so often, tracing the slit with her tongue, saying hmmmm as she works a drop or two of cum from my shaft. Watching this happening so close to your face is turning you on more than you thought was possible considering how intense your last orgasm was. Your finger slides into your wet slit easily. I pull your hand to my mouth and suck your sweet juice from your fingers. Too soon it is gone. The feeling of Robyn's mouth on my cock and your taste on my lips as brought my dick to full erection again. Robyn stands up and straddles my cock. She slides it in slowly. You watch as my cock disappears into her cunt. She pulls back up and you see my cock is drenched with her juices. She slides up and down a few strokes. She then pulls it out and rubs the tip around her wet slit grinding it into her clit, which is standing erect. It is swollen and standing tall thru her skin folds. She rubs it up and down on my cock, moaning loudly all the while. Your finger is working its magic on your pussy. You feel your juices run down your ass. It is exciting you too see a cock being fucked. Robyn slides down on it taking it from your eyes. You groan a little disappointed wanting to see your cock revealed again when you feel a tongue on your clit. You look down and see Joe is sucking your cunt lips. He starts to nibble on your clit as his fingers lightly spread your lips. Just then Robyn rides up and off of my cock. She holds it so that you can lick it. You take my cock in your mouth and enjoy your first taste of another woman's pussy. She does taste sweet, but not as sweet as yours which you have tasted via my cock, also. She pulls the cock back from your mouth and slides it in her hot twat again for a few strokes to get it coated again with her love juice. Joe has meanwhile been working on your cunt. He has slid two fingers into your cunt and is rubbing your g spot just right. Robyn holds my cock for you again. The combined taste of her pussy juice and my pre-cum excites you again. Joes tongue has your clit responding to his touch. His fingers lightly massage your g spot inside. You are getting close to another orgasm. You start humping Joe's mouth and fingers. Robyn meanwhile has been fucking my cock then letting you suck it clean. All the tastes and stimulations start your cunt clamping down hard on Joe's fingers. Hearing your moans brings me to a state where I cannot hold off. I shoot my load deep into Robyn's cunt while she is riding up and down on my cock. You see my cum joining her juices on my shaft. She pulls it out and lets you suck my cock deep into your mouth. You lick it twice then feel Robyn position her pussy over your mouth. You run your tongue softly on her lips. Tasting the mixture of my cum and her pussy juice intrigues you. You slide your tongue deeper into her wet slit and she groans that she is so very close. Your pussy starts that feeling again as the taste of cunt and cum drives you to the edge of yet another orgasm. Joe's fingers in your pussy and lips on your clit bring you closer and closer. Each lick you give Robyn's pussy provides you with more cum on your tongue. She grinds her cunt down on your face and starts cuming. You are excited to find out she is also a juicer. She is screaming that she is cuming and yells "Don't stop, eat my pussy." Just then you feel Joe change positions. He puts you on your side and straddles one of your legs while holding the other up in the air. You feel him place his hard cock against your pussy. Joe rubs his cock up and down, circling, teasing your cunt. Then with one quick stroke, he is deep inside you. Fucking you hard and deep for all he is worth. You feel his balls dragging along your thigh. He keeps up an amazing pace, fucking you fast and deep. Quickly you feel the orgasm building in you. You suck deeply on the pussy that is giving you your husband's seed and feeling Robyn grinding her ass as she enjoys your mouth takes you over the edge. You start cumming again. Your pussy clamps down hard, got to love those Kegel's, and Joe loses control. He grunts as he shoots his load of hot cum into your tight wet cunt. You feel the load being shot into your pussy as you suck another load out of Robyn's cunt. It seems like hours before your body stops shaking from its orgasm. You lay back, totally spent and look around. You see yourself on the big screen TV. Apparently they had a video camera connected to it and we were the main attraction. You cannot believe it, but that turns you on even more. If only the body could take more... Hardwood Floor She heard the van turn into the driveway a full minute before he made it to the door, so she was already waiting downstairs by the time the sound of his even, firm footsteps on the porch revealed his presence outside the entrance to her home. Despite the fact that she was there, waiting, leaned up against the other side of the door, she would not have thought of opening it immediately. She waited until he reached out and, barely a foot away through the thick, heavy oak door, confidently pushed, once only, the button to ring her bell. Knowing it would come, she heard the bell only absentmindedly. She waited another full thirty seconds, then leaned slowly from the door, took a step and turned on her heel, running a hand through the long, thick dirty blonde tresses that fell casually over her shoulders and breasts. She reached forward and unceremoniously opened the door. "The company said three-thirty. You're late." She looked him over. He wore blue coveralls with a company logo that strained against his lean, well-muscled figure. Tall with piercing blue eyes and a two-day beard, he was all her neighbor had described and more. She smiled very slightly to herself. This would be fun. Mentally satisfied, but revealing nothing of her intentions in her gaze, she directed him to enter her home. "I assume the company filled you in on the details?" she said curtly. "They don't usually tell us much. I only know you are looking for an estimate for putting down a new kitchen floor." "That's right. Since my husband left earlier this year, I've decided to redo the entire house. I was hoping you could recommend a material and quote me a price for whatever would work best in the kitchen. Price is no object." "That sounds straightforward enough," he replied, and found himself immediately being taken by the hand and pulled gently toward the foyer and into the house. "The kitchen is this way," she said, turning to walk away but letting her head drift back just enough to flash him a brief smile – a smile and a look that only for the briefest moment turned into a bitten lower lip and a set of cast down eyes. Immediately her gaze was back with his, and as she allowed her red lacquered nails to scrape lightly against the inside of his palm, she dropped his hand and allowed the momentum of her tug on it pull him with her into the next room. She consciously allowed her hips to sway slightly as she walked, giving him something to follow as they walked single file through the hallway. When she reached the kitchen, she bent from the waist to pick up a magazine she had left on the floor before he arrived. As she bent, the short summer dress she wore began to ride up her thighs. Even as the man's eyes bulged it rode higher. Even as the man's coveralls bulged it rode higher. By the time she had stretched out the three seconds it took her hand to reach the ground, the skirt of her dress had ridden up to expose a thong barely wide enough to cover the pen the workman carried in his pocket. She turned and followed his gaze from eyes to eyed, and smiled at him knowingly. She retrieved the magazine, and placing it on the counter, beckoned him into the kitchen. As he broke the threshold between the rooms, she lay an arm across his muscular shoulders and snaked a leg around his, leaning her full breasts on his chest to maintain balance. "Well, what do you think?" she asked in hushed tones after allowing his eyes to indulge the scenery around him. "Do you think this room would be best floored with tile -- or with hard wood?" She annunciated these last two words with a pause and desperate finality, already sure of her decision and waiting only for his response. With that he tossed the freshly retrieved magazine back onto the floor, lifted her up by the warm, full buttocks that his hand found like a missile to its target, and tossed her onto the counter to mount her. His hands went to her full breasts, rubbing them even as she pushed back against him. His tongue sought out her nipples, alert as sentries. She stared with desperate eyes at the bulge in his pants, and pushed her hand down to knead his tool even as he tore her dress from her shoulders and forced the slight piece of fabric covering his goal aside. With expert fingers, she pushed her hand down and pried his pulsing periscope from his pants. Before she could gasp at its size, however, it had re-submerged, and she had a new reason to gasp. Impatient and overwhelmed, she rocked violently against him, and it was all he could do to keep up. The sounds of their tryst echoed in the house, and when he could contain it no more, he erupted into her, the Niagara of his manhood filling her as nothing ever had. Exhausted, she collapsed onto her back, and asked him if he couldn't come back the same time the next day with materials and begin laying some wood on the floor. Hardwood Is Good To Find Victory was Harriet's. Not only just Harriet's, but the entire girls' basketball team at Taft And Adams High School. They had just secured the state championship and barely beaten Cloverdale High School by a razor thin margin. Harriet had inadvertently been the heroine of the game by scoring a wild three point shot right at the buzzer and securing the victory. Now she was extremely excited and all the girls in the locker room were lauding her monumental accomplishment. Young 18-year-old Harriet could not remember feeling this ecstatic since that morning when she had experienced the most riveting, earth-splitting orgasm that she could ever recall having in her short, but sex-laden life of debauchery, deviance and dick-sucking. She thought that the rush of victory, the euphoria of a winning moment, the adrenaline explosion of the procuring of a daunting goal, was much like the tingling vortex of good, memorable sex, spinning and churning her into a hellcat hungry for wee wee and the juice it contained, whether in her mouth or in her overfucked pussy that all the boys had gotten a shot at and that she had allowed to extinguish their carnal desires in. Now her fellow teammates were making much out of her victorious moment of truth where she had prevailed gallantly. "What a shot!" Bunnie Mounts exclaimed, now in nothing but her bra and pantes as she prepared to take a shower. She patted Harriet on the shoulder in congratulations. "You were amazing! That was like, a good fucking shot! Tee hee!" Bunnie's red hair was frizzled like it always was, this time from the exertion of the game instead of from crawling out of the back seat of some football player's luxury car after he had fucked her more than willing cunny numerous times. "Awwwwww, thank you, Bunnie," Harriet replied, self-deprecatingly, still embarrassed by all the attention as she still sat on a bench in her team uniform, pondering their victory. "I just try to do my very best." "Well, you sure did that," Bunnie said, giggling as she began to take off her brassiere, unhousing her big mammary mountains from their domain so she could get in the shower. "And I'm so excited now. Billy Wankerman said that he was going to take me out tonight to celebrate us winning. Gee whiz, I'm so giddy about it. Billy said that he wants to fuck me and to get me to suck his penis too. Tee hee! And I've heard that he has a great big fuckstick! Goody, goody! I figure I owe him at least a fuck or two. After all, he did help me with my math homework the other day." "Yes," Harriet replied with a smile as she smoothed back her long head of blonde hair. "He definitely has a big wee wee. I can tell you that from experience. And he knows how to use it. I hope you two have fun tonight." "Thanks, Harriet," Bunnie said in a voice that sounded like all the sex talk had already gotten her temperature up. She shucked her panties and tossed them in a locker as she strode to the shower. "Tee hee hee! I know we will." Harriet just sat there on the bench basking in the warmth of all the attention that she had purloined from the other players. But she wasn't thinking of herself in a conceited or haughty fashion. Harriet, much like her mother, had a healthy self-esteem and took all her achievements in stride. It was one of several Humper characteristics, those including: big boobs, a ravenous sex drive and an innate ability to get all the boys within a five mile radius. Harriet looked down at her big bosom that pressed the front of her tank top team jersey out in a swollen plethora of titflesh. "Hi, girls," Harriet sweetly spoke to her breasts as she placed her hands on them and felt their nipples spring to attention under both her touch and the cool breeze that occasionally swept through the girls' locker room when someone entered or exited it. "You're my pretty pumpkins. Gosh, I love having big boobies like momma. They make me feel like I can conquer the world." Harriet was interrupted from her musings on her endowments by her best friend, the almost equally buxom and curvaceous Missy Cummings, as she sat down beside her and put an arm around her shoulder. "Oh, sweetie," Missy spoke in a friendly tone to her close friend. "You really saved us today. That was an amazing shot. What's the matter?" "Oh, nothing," Harriet replied as she turned and smiled at her friend warmly and noticed that Missy had already showered and dressed. She was wearing a little orange halter top and some khaki slacks. "I'm just not used to getting this much attention............from anyone but the boys. They always like to slide their big wee wees in me and get it on, because, tee hee, they know how much I like fucking." "Hee hee!" Missy laughed, her gorgeous eyes lighting up as she did. "You sure do! You are definitely your mother's daughter. But hey, that is nothing to be ashamed of. I like to fuck more than I like to shop. Ha ha! And that is saying a lot!" "Sure is," Harriet agreed, pushing a stray strand of hair out of her eyes. "Cause you like to fucking shop like a motherfucker." The two girls chatted several minutes more as the buzz of excited teammates surrounded them, each of the girls so lit up and psyched by the win as they showered and dressed. "Want to go celebrate tonight?" Missy asked Harriet as she stood up from the bench and adjusted her deep-cupped brassiere and pressed her boobs together to massage the tension out of them that she had accrued earlier as they bounced and jostled when she raced up and down the basketball court. "Jimmy and Lester want us to come over later on. Jimmy's parents are out of town and he has scored a whole keg of fucking beer. Plus, Jimmy said that he wanted to have a little fun with you. Wink wink! Tee hee hee! But watch out, girl, cause Lester is all mine!" "You better be careful," Harriet said with a raised eyebrow as she chuckled in amused detachment. "They don't call him Lester The Female Big Tittie Molester for nothing. That motherfucker is one wily son of a bitch. I know from experience. He likes to get a girl with big knockers and satisfy himself with her boom booms every way that he can. Not that I minded it too much. Hee hee hee! We had some fucking fun in the sack, me and Lester did." "Well, I'll see you tonight," Missy responded after she laughed outrageously at what Harriet had told her. "Oh, by the way. I just remembered something. Coach Hardwood said that he wanted to see you in his office as soon as you get the chance. He probably just wants to congratulate you again on that shot. After all, it was a doozy. I've got to run, girl. Call me later." "I will," Harriet assured her as her best friend pranced toward the door in her usual sensual style, her big ass swishing dramatically from side to side. "Bye, Missy." Several more girls complimented Harriet again as they filed out of the locker room and she smiled at each of them and thanked them with the polite manner that she always had. Her mother had definitely raised her right and she was always courteous and kind to others. Harriet decided that she would go check in at Coach Hardwood's office before she took her shower. She always liked talking to him. Harriet found him handsome and charming and was glad that the school had hired him as the new coach for what would be her final season playing for Taft And Adams High School. Harriet knew that John Hardwood was a married man and she grinned inwardly as she thought of how lucky a woman Henrietta Hardwood was to get to enjoy John in the sack every night. Harriet exited the locker room and strode down the steps near the basketball court and to the door marked 'Coach John Hardwood' and softly rapped on it right before smoothing her sweaty hair into place and making sure her tank top and shorts were not too wrinkled and disheveled. When the door swung open and Coach Hardwood peeked around the corner of it, Harriet nearly lost her breath. "C-C-Coach Hardwood," she stammered, always a little intimidated by him outside the setting of a game. "Harriet!" Coach John Hardwood exclaimed, beaming as he saw his favorite player at the door. "It's my MVP! Come on in!" "You are about the 50th person to call me that today," Harriet said, blushing and taking a seat as she looked the coach over. "I'm going to start getting a big head if you guys keep on." Coach Hardwood was changed out of the suit he always wore when he was coaching a game and now had on a polo shirt and a pair of khaki shorts. Harriet thought that he looked very casual, almost too casual. "Well, a lot of women say that I have a big head too," Hardwood said slyly as he gave her a coy wink and his blue eyes gave her the once over, surveying every inch of her. Harriet was surprised by the comment, but was sure she knew what he meant by it. Her coach pulled a rolling chair out from behind his desk and slid it up next to hers before he sat down and leaned toward her to talk. "Missy said that you wanted to see me," Harriet spoke in a slow voice as she checked out her coach from a closer perspective and read the smug look that was almost slathered sneakily across his visage. "What did you want to see me about?" "I wanted to congratulate you again, Harriet," Hardwood replied, answering her almost mechanically as his right hand brushed against her shoulder. "Oh, yes, and I also wanted to talk to you some more about playing basketball, cause it seems that nobody personifies basketballs, er I mean, basketball, like you do. Know what I mean, Harriet.....hump, hump, Humper?" Harriet thought that the coach was acting awfully strange and she was beginning to like it. She beamed and looked deep into his watery blue eyes that by this point were boring a hole through her as they dropped below her shoulders. "You are saying that you want me to brush up on the fundamentals of the game? Is that what you are saying to me? Is that what you are trying to tell me, Coach?" "Something like that," John said, almost wickedly as his hand went to her bare knee. "I thought maybe we could play a little basketball together. What do you think, sweetie?" "Gee whiz!" Harriet gave him her phony valley girl persona that she always pulled out of her bag of tricks first. "Sure, Coach! Let's do that!" Coach John Hardwood reached behind her and locked the door to his office with a resounding click that sent a wave of hope to the depth of the young Humper's cunny as she felt her clit get erect and the rest of her femininity tingle with the hope that she always knew sprang eternal every once in a while. As her mother had instructed her as a young girl with sage-like words of wisdom as she paraphrased one of the great songs that Dean Martin had made famous, "Every wee wee needs some cunny sometimes." It was, like most of what momma had taught her, absolutely true. "You ready to play?" Hardwood asked her, more of a suggestion than a question as he sat down and put his hands on her shoulders. "I figured if I were going to play basketball, then you had the best basketballs I have ever seen. Don't you think so, little lady? Don't you like to get with a man and bounce those babies around?" Coach Hardwood dispensed with the euphemisms and reaching down with a maniacal grin, he placed his hands on the twin swells of Harriet's giant, mountainous jugs. "Oh, Coach! What are you doing?" Harriet squealed with a smile as he squeezed her bosom very forcefully. "Oh, I know what you are doing!" "And let me help you! Tee hee!" Grabbing her jersey with a giggle, Harriet yanked it over her head in one slick, fluid motion and pulled it away from her, tossing it on Hardwood's desk. He gasped as he glimpsed her young H cup hooters straining against her brassiere, begging to be released from their captivity. Harriet obliged him and quickly unfastened her bra and tossed it to the floor, smiling as she watched the crotch of her favorite coach's shorts bulge, practically turning into a tent. "Oh, shit!" John Hardwood cried as his hands returned to the place he had previously had them. "Now these are what I mean by fucking basketballs! Whooooooooo!" Hardwood began to squeeze and fondle his high school beauty's titties wildly, greedily kneading them, his eyes ablaze with lust and his crotch engorged with titillation. "Jiminy Christmas, Coach Hardwood!" Harriet squealed, almost innocently. "That feels good to my boom booms!" The coach stopped squeezing them and began to slap at them, making them clap together and bound up and down on her chest heavily and noisily. "See, Harriet?" he said in an official, instructing voice. "I've always told you that dribbling is one of the most important parts of the game. See what I mean?" "Yes, Coach," Harriet moaned. "It feels good to my tittie bombs when you bounce and dribble them. It feels fucking great. And it looks like it feels great to Mr. Wee Wee too. Mmmmmm, boy! He sure looks happy under there!" "Oh, shit!" John grunted as he pressed her boobs together and tweaked the nipples hard. "I have waited so long to do this. I love these big fuckers." John Hardwood was horny and shameless in his pleasurable assault on Harriet's bosom. Her head went back and her eyes closed, her mouth stretching into a moan that came from somewhere deep within her. It was almost as if her coach was a starving man who had just been taken to a buffet. After bouncing her titan chest balloons around for a while to simulate a set of basketballs, John went to suckling at her bloated, blimp-sized sweat glands, as his wife often pointed out, to his chagrin, what the female breast really was. This unromantic portrayal never prevented him from attacking Henrietta's bouncers with glad abandon, and it sure wasn't going to fucking stop him from savoring Harriet's bountiful boom booms that he had wanted to ravage since he first became the girl's basketball coach at Taft And Adams. "Oh, shit! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuckity fuck fuck!" Harriet screamed in a slew, a morass of profanity that was almost nonsensical in its excess. "Oh, motherfucking, wee wee sucking, tittiefucking, boobie sucking shit! That feels fucking good as a motherfucker! You are making me want to fuck so fucking bad! Oh, fucking frisky fucksticks in motherfucking Fucksville! I want to fucckkkkkkkkkkkkk!" Her coach's lips were flying all over both of her twin juggies as Harriet smiled at the boner still expanding ever larger at the crotch of his shorts. She wanted to yank that fucker out in a jiffy and see how big the fucker really was. As he worshipped her bazooms with his mouth, Harriet reached deftly toward the hard crotch of his khakis and slid the zipper down with the greatest of ease and worked his rigid wee wee through the opening of his boxer shorts in the joyful effortless way she had done it so many times in her past when she had scavenged for wee wees. "Wowsers!" Harriet gasped, her eyes agape as she slipped his instrument out into the open air and surveyed its protracted length and girth. "Geez, Coach, this is one big fucker! Hee hee! He must be a nine incher, this hard son of a bitch! Mmmmmmmmm!" John rested from his sucking of his MVP's titties and leaned back in his rolling chair ever so slightly as he felt the soft, skillful hands of this chesty beauty slide up and down his penis like something out of a sweet dream. Harriet gave him piercing eye contact, staring hard at him as she now jacked his cock off with ferocity and he moaned and breathed loudly under the efficacious efforts of her ministry. This little tart was making her coach feel mighty tingly. "Shit, little girl!" John gasped, the words seeming to be almost a strain to get out of his lips. "You sure know how to make a man's dick feel good." "Well, I got my hand on the main pump," Harriet replied in a schoolgirl voice as she glanced down at her handiwork for a fleeting second as she continued her pleasurable benevolence. "And I know how to prime this fucker better than anybody. Gee, Coach, it looks like you have a little pre-cum leak here. Let's put that to some good use." Harriet let her palm slide up around the head of his wee wee and let the pre-cum slather her palm and get it shiny with his fluid, then slid her hand back down on his trunk, using the semen as lubrication to allow her to slide against his erection with less resistance and less friction and skin irritation. Harriet practically swathed his wee wee with the sticky excretion that only caused her present hand job to be more speedy and slippy and a hell of a lot more fun. Harriet's hand made a wet smacking sound as the pre-cum wee wee juice caused her to loose her grip, if only momentarily, on her coach's proudly erect ding-a-ling. "Oh, don't you dare stop, you little trollop!" Hardwood bellowed, his voice sounding out of control and surreal, as this teenage girl jerked his cock unbelievably hard. "I am just about fucking there! I'm going to come all over your big motherfucking titties! Almost! Almost there!" Harriet knew he was right about that. She could occasionally see little droplets of jism seep around his urethra as she had seen with many men and the experiences that she had with their wee wees. The young, lithe Humper, now naked to the waist and bobbing as she stroked, leaned and almost crouched forward, taking John's wee wee in both of her tiny hands and pushing it roughly between her melon boobs without missing a beat. Harriet squeezed her titties together and worked his pecker up and down between them, guiding him briskly on a ride in the track of her considerable cleavage. "Tittiefuck me! Give it to momma's boobie woobies! Mmmmmmmmmmm! Come for momma! Come, baby! Fire that wee wee like it's a semen shooting assault rifle of love! Do it!" And he did. Coach Hardwood, as if on cue with her sultry voice, slid his dick upward one final time and then let go with a barrage of squirts that were like ropes of jizz leaping from his pee wee head. "Ooooooooooo! Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" John grunted, unable to speak a single word as he came in shots of soaring glory that pounced upward towards the ceiling of his office. "Yes! Yes!" Harriet screamed as she had his wee wee in a tittie clench. "Higher! Higher! Make that jism fly up there, baby! Take a long shot! It's a three pointer! It's a fucking three point shot!" The young whore giggled as her coach's jizz splashed against the ceiling as he kept coming, her eyes beaming with pride at his wee wee. Several of the shots of semen came cascading down in her direction as Harriet Humper opened her thick lips at exactly the right moment and the wee wee juice landed in her horny mouth perfectly. "He shoots! He scores!" Harriet cried out with a laugh as she gulped down what she had caught and then kissed Hardwood's hard wood. "What a shot, sweetie! That was a three point ejaculation! Tee hee hee! And now I reward you with the most prestigious honor possible. You are the worthy recipient of the Wee Wee MVP Award. And here it is!" As Harriet flipped to her back on the desktop and waited for her coach to get hard again so he could fuck her, Coach Hardwood felt thankful for having such a talented player on his team. THE END Hardworking Girl with Male Hardware The kitchen opened for dinner service downstairs. Max could hear patrons entering from his room. With an extra spring in his step, he pulled out his makeup. Max applied a little base first. The smells from the kitchen started to flood through his room while he opened the cap on a vibrant red lipstick. Max pulled a pair of fresh pantyhose up his freshly-shaven legs. He took a moment to marvel in the mirror, as he always did, at the smoothness of his soft skin, and the prettiness of his complexion. There was one knock on his door and then a prompt notification of the time. Max methodically slipped on his wig cap and grabbed a blonde bombshell wig for himself. He fixed it in the mirror, next putting on his attachable breasts. He picked out a short blue dress which matched his nails and did a spin in the mirror after he got it on over his sexiest bra. He did a quick touch-up on his makeup while checking out his feminine body in the mirror. Max slipped on a pair of heels and then opened the door to his room. He was now a she. And her shift had begun. She walked down the long hallway of rooms. Grunts and other sounds of sex could be heard through the paper thin walls. She pressed open the swinging doors and stepped into the dining hall. She got her section from the Maitre d' and then looked over the room and saw her first table. The group of men were waiting eagerly to see her as she sashayed over to their table. "Do you guys know what you'd like to start with?" One of the men immediately wrapped their arms around her waist, "What's your name, honey?" "Madelyn. Now did you boys look at your menus yet or do you need more time to decide?" She smiled. "It's Ron's birthday tonight." Another one piped up while the first man's hand slipped lower; he pinched Madelyn's butt through the material of her dress. "I'm Ron," the man pinching her butt said, "Are you on the menu, honey?" "Well if it's your birthday, I think you get a free sample." Madelyn positioned her long legs to the side of his and sat down in his laps. The short dress barely covered the lower half of her body as her thinly-covered bottom settled down in the man's lap. She wrapped both of her arms around his neck. The guy sitting across the way took a peek under the table and got an eyeful of Madelyn's pantyhose-clad legs. She seductively lifted her lips to the man's ears and whispered, "So how old are you, sir?" "I'm 32 today, honey." He said with a grin, his arm wrapping around her waist again and pulling her body into his. She pressed her soft lips against his unshaven cheek and kissed. "One." She kissed him again, "Two." Madelyn only made it to three before the man's tongue was crammed inside her mouth. They kissed in a frenzy as the man's hands starting groping Madelyn's ass. His friends rooted on the action. Madelyn could feel his hard cock press through his pants against the cleft of her ass. She gyrated on his lap as they hungrily kissed one another. Madelyn finally pulled away, with the man's lips trailing hers, "Thirty-two," she smiled, her lips then crushing against his again, but only for a moment, "And one for good luck." Madelyn removed the man's hands and stood up, readjusting herself, she picked her notepad back up from off the table, "So what'll it be?" The other men hooted and hollered, but Madelyn ignored them until the birthday boy reluctantly ordered off the menu. The other guys fell into line and ordered as well, Madelyn did have to slap a few hands off her rump first. As she looked around for her next table, Madelyn ran into another waitress named Janey. "Hey girl, fuck it's busy tonight!" The other girl told her in the midst of a quick hug. "I guess so. Listen, there's a birthday in my section--wanna get them some drinks for me?" "Sure thing. Anything else?" "No no. Thanks a million, sweetie. By the way, does my lipstick look okay?" "Mmmhmm, you're good, girl." Janey bounced her hips against Madelyn's as the girls parted. Madelyn got to her next table and saw a handsome middle-aged men with graying hair sitting alone. She recognized him instantly as a regular customer. He always asked for Madelyn. She snuck up behind the man, who was reading a newspaper and nuzzled up to his neck. His expensive cologne permeated her nostrils. "Know what you want, babe?" The man chuckled, "I can think of a few things, Maddie." "Tell me." She attached her lips to his neck and sucked hard on the sensitive spot. "Let me get a better look at you." He put down his newspaper. Madelyn's lips pulled off of his neck with a pop and then she walked in front of the man. She straddled the man's lap. "Oh, you're blonde tonight. You look amazing, Maddie. You always do." "Thank you." She said sweetly, her lips tasting and teasing his. His hand lifted up her dress and the other dipped under the front of her pantyhose. "Will you come home with me tonight?" Madelyn moaned when he reached for her stiff cock, "Hmm..." her hands spread out against his dress shirt, she started working on the top bottoms, "You're sweet but you know my answer." She managed to extract his order from him. Madelyn lifted off of his laps, a big bulge now there which hadn't been before. He gave her buns a slap as she walked off in search of her next table. Madelyn got the rest of her orders and forwarded them to the kitchen. She served her customers their meals and then took her break. Madelyn walked outside for some fresh air and saw one of the other waitresses, Nadine, smoking a cigarette. "I haven't seen you all night!" Nadine waved over to Madelyn. "No, it's been a busy dinner. I did see Janey and some of the other girls, though." "I've served customers in my room most of the night." Nadine smiled. "You slut!" Madelyn laid her head down on her friend's shoulder. "The tips are better that way," Nadine ran her fingers through Madelyn's hair, "This wig is nice, girl. You'll have to let me borrow it." Madelyn laughed at the comment. "I did have a favor to ask you." Nadine started, a bit unsure, "Do you think you could fit my cousin in sometime tonight. He's been begging me to let him come here." Nadine put her cigarette out, "He doesn't have much experience with ladies so I was hoping you'd give him an introduction." "Oh my. This is such an honor!" Madelyn squeezed Nadine's arm. "Hmm, I'll see what I can do if you have him knock on my door after dessert tonight, but I'm not promising anything." Nadine's pouted, her soft facial features scrunching. "But Maddie - I'd do this favor for you!" "I don't have any little cousins around here begging to bang you." Madelyn hugged Nadine and then headed back into the restaurant to resume work. Back in her room, Madelyn freshened up a bit. Her first stop was to her first table of the tonight. The rowdy group of guys had finished eating. She endured their cat-calling and harmless flirting while taking their dishes away. She returned again and this time lifted herself up onto the table. Looking at the birthday boy himself she spoke, "Would you like to see a dessert menu?" Before the man could answer, Madelyn leaned into him, letting the perfume she'd sprayed in her room wash over him; she whispered something; he whispered back. Madelyn turned and smiled at the rest of the group then sauntered toward the kitchen with their eyes glued to her. Madelyn ran into Janey again, she grabbed her, "Hey hon. Want to do me another favor?" "I'm just about to start dessert. What is it, girl?" Janey checked her makeup out in the long mirror while they talked. "Remember that group you served drinks to? The one with the birthday boy. They ordered a dessert platter. Want to give me a hand?" Janey straightened up her hair. "It's not my hand that'll do the helping, though, is it?" She thought for a second, "Okay, I'm game." Madelyn collected the rest of her dessert orders while the kitchen worked on birthday boy's platter. She pushed a cart out of the kitchen containing the platter and motioned for Janey, who had changed into a strapless dress. To the suspense and adoration of the group of guys, Madelyn and Janey strolled up with the dessert cart, but none of them were looking at the cart! "We've got your order, sweethearts." Madelyn wrapped her arm around Janey, "This is my friend, Janey. I thought you'd be best served with two of us given the size of your order." The girls giggled. Madelyn laid the platter out in the middle of the table and smiled at the birthday boy. Janey gravitated toward one muscle-bound hunk in the group and curled up against him, "Oooh - I like this one, Maddie." Madelyn responded by giving Nadine a slap on the ass. "Under the table!" She shouted with a smile. The other guys didn't exactly know what to make of it, while the birthday boy grabbed a piece of cake with a big grin on his face. Janey fell to her knees and slipped under the table. Nobody breathed until the audible sound of a zipper being opened cut through the air. Then a wet gurgle, and finally a muffled moan. The man who Janey had been hanging on put his head back and sighed. The table which had been so quiet was now replete with noise as another zipper opened. Madelyn moseyed over to the birthday boy again and slunk down to her knees in front of him. Her fingers undid his pants and his pulled down his underwear, all the while their eyes were locked together. His hard cock bobbed out into the light of the dining room. Madelyn cooed softly, her eyes then returning to his. "Happy birthday." His cock was enveloped by her lips. Her lips sealed around his shaft; her tongue dancing over the underside of his cock. Madelyn could hear Janey gag and pant behind her. Janey spit on one of their cocks and then sucked it deep down her throat again. The group of guys could barely nibble on the dessert they'd ordered with the suck-work they were experiencing under the table. Madelyn's lipstick was thoroughly messed up by the time her lips pulled off the birthday boy's shaft. She planted soft little kisses on his dick and then nipped at the head. Janey gobbled down the other three cocks. She took turns sucking each swollen piece of meat and stroked the ones not in her mouth with her hands. She slobbered on each one of them and then repeated the process. Madelyn felt a heel kick her in the butt. She knew it was Janey tagging her to switch positions. Madelyn let the birthday boy's cock fall from the soft grip of her lips. "I think my friend wants to swallow your cock next." Madelyn scooted over and let Janey slide into her spot. Madelyn crawled on her knees over to the other cocks, "And I think your friends might like to try a fresh mouth." "Hi, I'm Janey. I'm real glad you chose us to celebrate your birthday." Janey grabbed the stalk of his cock and jerked it up and down, teasing the slit with her tongue. Meanwhile, Madelyn stroked a thick cock in each hand, taking the lucky man in the middle's cock into her mouth and slurping on it. She alternated between sucking and licking. Madelyn felt the man's cock tense up and knew he wasn't far from cumming. She ripped her lips from his jerking cock and moved on to the next one. "It looks... like you boys are ready to blow... any second now." Madelyn swallowed hard on the cock currently in her mouth. "Oooh, let meeee!" Janey squealed, the birthday boy's cock dislodging from her throat. Madelyn felt a push and looked back, straight into Janey's face, she could make out a trail of precum dripping down Janey's chin from the limited light under the table. "Move over girl. I got it. You get the birthday boy." Janey's face was stuffed with one of their dicks before Madelyn could blink. Madelyn crawled over to the birthday boy and looked up at him from under the table. "It looks to me like you still need some attention." His cock was immediately engulfed inside Madelyn's warm mouth. One of the other men cried out as he came; the obscene sound of Janey's throat swallowing spurts of cum could be heard. Another man followed and Madelyn kicked her sucking of birthday boy's cock into top gear. His cock jerked against Madelyn's tongue in her mouth; his face tensed and she knowingly aimed the tip of his cock right down her little throat. The calm, familiar feeling overtook Madelyn as the first piping hot batch of cum spewed from his dick. The last man Janey was mouthing finally started cumming. Madelyn could only imagine how covered in cum her friend must be. She knew that Janey was loving it. If it was possible, Janey was an even more enthusiastic cocksucker than Madelyn. No, that couldn't be possible, but Madelyn's friend certainly loved the art. The birthday boy finally finished blowing his load. Madelyn treated every drop like it was liquid gold. She left the last mouthful in her mouth and savored the flavor. Every man tasted a little different. Madelyn enjoyed the warm silky feeling of it as the puddle rolled down her throat. The fresh coat of lipstick she'd applied was now sitting in a ring around birthday boy's cock where her lips had been. He helped Madelyn up and she glanced over at the other men. She saw Janey's heels stick out from under the table, but the rest of her was still covered by the table. Madelyn grabbed her friend's arm and helped Janey up, who seemed content to have stayed there forever. "Come on, sweetie. We don't wanna keep these nice men here all night." Madelyn told her friend. Janey's hair was all over the place. A river of cum had dripped down to her fake tits. She had a smile of contentment on her face. Janey fixed her dress and then hung onto Madelyn's arm. "I hope you enjoyed your birthday. Come back soon." Madelyn caught Janey making goo goo eyes with the same hunky guy from before. Madelyn noticed cum dripping from Janey's dress and down her stockings; the slut had cum from sucking them off. She gave her friend an elbow which made Janey straighten up. "Just ask for Madelyn - " " - Or Janey!" Janey cut in, giving the hunky guy another smile. Madelyn whispered to her loud enough that the table could hear, "Behave yourself," she gave Janey a quick girl slap on the butt and then batted her long eyelashes at the table. Janey giggled as she felt hiccups coming on. The girls gathered tips from the birthday group and then split to freshen up. Madelyn was on her way back to her room when Nadine bumped into her. Nadine grabbed Madelyn's arm as if she was afraid that her friend would disappear. She caught her breath and then spoke. "I've been looking all over for you Maddie!" "What is it?" Madelyn chuckled at her friend's huffing. "I have a table which requested a second girl." Nadine grinned mischievously. "Oh, Nadine," she shrugged her shoulders, "Janey and I just worked a dessert platter together; plus I have my own tables and I've gotta fix my makeup." "Nonsense, baby." Nadine covered Madelyn's hands with her own and pulled her friend in the direction of the table. "You look beautiful. They just want to watch. Kiss me and pretend you like it!" She said with amusement and then frolicked off to her table, confident that Madelyn would follow. Watching Nadine's cute little patootie wiggle, Madelyn knew that she would, and that she'd like it, too. Nadine led her to a long table with at least ten chairs and just as many eager faces when they saw the two girls approach. "I come - bearing goodies." Nadine told them. She pushed Madelyn against the table and gave her a tender kiss on the lips. "She's just as soft as she looks." Nadine told the crowd as she started to fondle Madelyn's fake breasts. Before long, both Nadine and Madelyn were on top of the table, kissing and clawing at each other for all to see. Fellow customers stopped and stared as Nadine's table cheered the two of them on. "Whoever you sucked off has a good taste to their cum." Nadine smacked her lips, "It musta been a big load." No one could hear them given how loud the place had become. Some of the men had retrieved their dicks from their pants and were openly stroking them. Madelyn thought this was surely great stroker material for them. In between the wet kissing and heavy petting, "If you want me to show your little cousin a good time - " Madelyn paused to nibble on Nadine's bottom lip and spread her legs so the guys behind her had a better view, "You're gonna have to give my regular customer his regular shtupping for me." Madelyn kissed from Nadine's jawline to her closest ear, she planted her lips there and said in a low voice, "Just a hint: he likes it in the ass." Madelyn felt Nadine's body tighten up, and she stopped grinding her hard cock against Madelyn's midsection. "Oh no Maddie," she said worriedly. "I couldn't do that." "You'll do it if you want me to spend some intimate time with your little cousin. Why does he need his cousin to set up a sex date for him, anyway?" Madelyn crushed her lips against Nadine's, taking her breath away and silencing her. She mauled Nadine's body and then Madelyn slid her hand between Nadine's thighs. She grabbed hold of Nadine's cock to the approving roar of the table and gave it a rough squeeze. "This tool of yours better be ready to do some serious drilling." Madelyn was back in her room a half hour later. She took a quick shower while she waited for Nadine's cousin to get there. Madelyn portioned out a dollop of her berry-scented soap and spread it over her girly body. She washed off and then stepped out of the shower. Madelyn hugged the towel against herself and checked her body out in the steamy mirror. She looked refreshed from the night. Madelyn didn't bother to put a dress back on. She put on a little lipstick first; Madelyn got her breasts back on. Next her wig went on. She picked out a cute little pair of panties and completed the outfit with a pink t-shirt. A noise from next door stirred her to the adjoining wall. She put her ear to wall and heard Nadine enter her room. She heard some rustling around and then a groan from who Madelyn recognized to be her regular customer. Madelyn was contemplating how to eavesdrop more effectively when she heard a knock on her own door. Madelyn gave up on that and fixed her hair one last time before pulling open the door. Before her stood a strapping young man. He was tall and well-built, though Madelyn couldn't tell how tall, given that the man was slouching so badly. He wasn't making eye contact with her. His eyes were pointed toward the floor where Madelyn's feet were; she'd ditched the high heels for a pair of tube socks. "Are you Madelyn?" He said the words so quietly that Madelyn had to lean in to hear him. "Yep, well my friends call me Maddie. You can call me that." Madelyn told him cheerfully. The young man's arm outstretched and he awkwardly offered her his hand to shake. "I'm Jake. Nadine's cousin I mean." Madelyn shook his hand--which was perspiring pretty badly by this point. Madelyn didn't let go of his hand, though. She closed both of her hands around his and pulled Jake into her room. "I figured." Madelyn turned to shut the door and then looked back at Jake, whose eyes had drifted to her ass when she turned. "If I could just give you one tip..." She collected his hand again and then closed the space in between them. Madelyn lifted up on her tippy toes until her lips were just barely grazing his, "Never ask a girl in underwear whether she's the right girl." She pushed her lips against his for a moment and then pulled away, "You might tempt fate." "I'm sorry." He said, incensed by her touch. "And don't apologize either." Madelyn pressed her hands to his chest and then pushed him further into the room. "Well, there are two things I didn't expect here," Madelyn began. "When Nadine told me that her cousin wanted a little playtime, I expected someone a lot less built but a lot more aggressive." Hardworking Girl with Male Hardware "Is that what she told you?" Jake's face turned red, not from embarrassment, he seemed angry. It was the first emotion Madelyn had been able to detect through his shyness. "Look. I came here to pick Nadine up one night. That's when I... when I..." He fidgeted for a second but then started again, "That's when I saw you. And I told Nadine I'd do anything she wants if she'd convince you to spend time with me." During this conversation, Madelyn had pushed him deeper into the room until finally both of them were right next to her bed. One more push and they'd both fall back on the bed. Madelyn's hands moved up his chest until she locked them around the back of his neck. "You coulda just come up and talked to me. I don't bite." She bit her lower lip. "Rest assured..." Madelyn gave him a shove with her body and they both fell back on the bed, "Biting costs extra." Jake closed his eyes and didn't look comfortable. Madelyn sensed this; she pressed her forehead against his and spoke, "Are you really this shy or did Nadine put you up to this?" His lips opened to protest but Madelyn planted her lips on his, her tongue shooting into his mouth before he could. Madelyn kissed the young man's sweet lips and toyed inside his mouth with her tongue, all the while rubbing her body on top of his. "I might buy your bashfulness if I didn't feel your cock nestled in between my thighs right now." She kissed his chin, leaving her lips there. Madelyn shimmied her thighs on his dick, which had to be aching terribly by now. The young man opened his mouth again but nothing came out. Madelyn giggled, peppering his lips with more little kisses. "Let me see if I can resurrect your voice. Do you want me to take your cock out?" Madelyn's hand slid between their bodes and down Jake's stomach. "Speak up." "Yes!" He croaked, then tempered himself a bit, "Yes please." Madelyn's fingers unzipped Jake's fly; she reached inside his pants and undid the button on his boxers next. Her fingers maneuvered through the hole and fished out his cock. Jake's eyes closed, this time not because he was uncomfortable, but for the exact opposite reason. She pulled it out into the open air and looked down between their bodies. It was equal in measure to rest of him. Madelyn thought it was very much a large one. Her own cock had been grinding against Jake's stomach so much that the front was drenched with precum. He looked down at it before closing his eyes again when Madelyn gave his cock a stroke. "Do you want to feel my tits?" Jake nodded his head at her. Her hand grabbed his and then lifted it up to her breasts while the other hand continued to hold and gently fondle his cock. She pressed his hands against her fake tits. His hand didn't move for a second. Then he gave it a squeeze. The squeeze pulled on Madelyn's nipple inside the attachable tits and caused her to moan. "They feel... so nice. I'm not gonna like ruin them?" He looked into her eyes for a change instead of looking anywhere else. "No you're not. Trust me. These have seen worse." Madelyn removed her hand from his cock, which nearly made him jump, but she used it to get her shirt off which kept him in place. His eyes got wider as they took in her bare chest. She felt a swell of pride. "They look great. Wonderful." He said, replacing his hand on her tits without her prompting. "They're just temporary." Madelyn's hand moved down their bodes and then grabbed his balls; she tickled them with her fingernails. "I'm gonna grow my own with the hormones. I'm a little self-conscious about it," it was Madelyn's turn to turn red. "But I'm sure you don't wanna hear about this." "I like, I mean I'd like to hear more about you." Their eyes locked together and nobody moved until Madelyn lifted her arm around her back and took hold of Jake's shaft, her panties had ridden up; she pressed it along the crack of her ass. "We could talk..." Madelyn pressed his shaft harder, "After." Jake took a big gulp and then gave another nod. Madelyn smiled down at him. She pulled the bottom of his shirt up, he eased up on the bed and helped her pull it up over his head. Madelyn licked across his chest when they'd fallen back on the bed. She helped him pull his pants down next and then they were both left there in nothing but underwear. That didn't last for long, as Madelyn whipped hers off, it wasn't hiding anything anyway. She let the pretty little piece of girly cloth hang from her finger above his head. "It's time you get used to the scent of a woman." She dropped it on his face and giggled. He laughed, too. Her smooth legs intertwined with his. Madelyn was naked now, and on top of her shy visitor. His boxers were the last thing to go as Madelyn ripped them off. She brought them up to her nose and took a whiff, "Mmm... the scent of a man." She gathered both pairs of underwear and threw them beside the bed. Jake looked apprehensively at her again. She gave him a shot of courage by way of her lips on his. "Don't fret, baby. I'm gonna make you feel so good. I'll make the loving happen. You just lay back and take it all in." Madelyn gave her palm a long lick, then another. She reached behind her butt and palmed Jake's dick, spreading the natural lubricant over it. Madelyn lifted her legs up until she was squatting on her knees with her butt over his cock. She aimed the swollen head between her back cheeks and lowered herself. Jake groaned when it touched the warm space between her cheeks. Madelyn had no intention of stopping there, though. She eased lower until the head brushed against her tight opening. There she stopped for a second and gave them both a moment to enjoy it. "Here goes, big boy." Madelyn's hole winced involuntarily when she dropped lower on the pole. Jake's eyes were clenched shut, but his hands had found their way to the soft skin of his butt; he tentatively kneaded the flesh. The inches of his cock started to disappear into Madelyn's asshole. She strained around the welcomed intruder, stretching her anal muscles around his shaft. Madelyn grunted. His cock finally bottomed out inside her, Madelyn lower body was now supported against his on the bed. She'd taken every single inch into her tight anal hole. "Welcome to my special place." Madelyn's muscles purposefully contracted around his engorged cock, "I hope you like your stay." "Maddie, it feels, Jesus it feels! I can't even describe it." Jake sputtered from under her. His cock tensed. Madelyn's back walls began to accommodate his girth. As she got more used to it, Madelyn started to hump her little butt on the length of his cock in short thrusts. Her fingernails dug into his chest as she attained balance on top of him. They achieved a rhythm together, with Jake providing gentle thrusting from his position. She let out a loud moan which made Jake's eyes pop open. He saw hers were shut. Jake looked up at Madelyn and studied every movement she made, every contortion of her face, with extreme fascination. Just then they heard a howl next door from Nadine's room and loud moaning, but neither gave a moment's notice to it. "Mmhmm... you're gonna be a good fucktoy!" Madelyn told him through her heavy breathing. She was taking more of his cock inside her and leaving less each time her body fell back down on his. Madelyn's upper body collapsed on his and their lips met, followed by their tongues mingling. This didn't slow Madelyn's humping ass down any as she bounced up and down on his cock. "Maddie... Maddie... I'm gonna cum. I can't not. I'm sorry!" Jake's cock jerked inside her. He tried willing himself not to cum yet, not to disappoint her and just to stay inside her longer. "Don't apologize!" She shouted at him. Then he felt something warm and sticky spray across his stomach. Madelyn was cumming! This sent Jake over the edge. He thrust up as deep as he could go inside her and started shooting his load. Madelyn's butt came crashing down on his dick as it spewed its cream one last time before her legs gave way and she fell all the way on top of him--both of their cocks still jerking and spraying the contents of their balls. Jake held Madelyn on top of him as they both recovered from their orgasms. She kissed up his chest and then met his gaze, though neither could quite speak yet. His shrinking cock finally popped out of her ass. "Thank you. Thank you. I'm... I'm gonna have to thank Nadine too." He blubbered. Madelyn pressed her finger to his lips, "I didn't do it for Nadine. I was just planning on being a little cock-tease to you. I guess your shy routine must have gotten to me or something." Madelyn smiled at him. She swiped a finger along her thigh to catch a trickle of his cum and then mixed it in the pool of her cum on his stomach. She brought the finger to her lips and licked it clean. "Now you're stuck with me."