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Beer

By: Magicien



I sensed something was wrong almost the minute I came into the house. There were only two weeks left in the school year, and then Nancy would be home from school for the summer.

My little darling had just turned 18. She'll start State University in the fall on a gymnastics scholarship, so this will be the last summer the two of us can spend some serious time together.

Anyway, Nancy should have been home from school, but she wasn't in the family room watching TV, and while she's a straight A student, she never does homework right after school. I checked the basement playroom, but she wasn't there either. Then I went up stairs.

Nancy wasn't in her room, which was a surprise. Just then I heard the music, coming from my bedroom, but very faint. My bedroom door was closed, and it shouldn't have been. I walked slowly down the hall, trying to be as quiet as possible. Slowly, quietly, I pushed open the door to my room.

There she was, my little darling, in my armchair, drinking a beer from my best crystal. And on my dresser were two opened beer cans. My guess was they both were empty.

Nancy was wearing my freshly laundered dress shirt, the one with the pleated front, the one I wear with my tuxedo, the one I had planned to wear that evening to the formal dinner party. I could see her bare legs, but because my little darling is less than five feet tall and was seated, I couldn't tell what else she was wearing.

I can only guess how it had started. First she came home from school early and decided to sneak a can of beer. That was easy. After that she decided to "dress up," and then she decided to risk a second can of beer.

Nancy's a curious little girl, and my guess is that she decided to explore my night stand. In addition to my favorite porno books, mostly erotic spanking and anal sex, I'm sure she found the vibrator and the tube of KY. I keep the nipple clips and the butt plugs in another place, safely locked away from prying eyes. That gear only comes out on nights when my girlfriend decides to sleep over.

Well, Nancy now knows part of my secret life, and this summer she'll learn even more. I'm sure the little girl will kick and scream the first time I make her put the smallest plug up her ass, but I know that over time she'll come to love the sensation of the much wider plug, the sensation of being completely and totally filled …

Nancy froze when I came into the room. She started to protest.

"Daddy, I didn't mean to, really I didn't."

I started to take my belt out of my trousers.

"Take off the shirt and put it back on the hanger."

"Daddy, I didn't mean to drink the beer ... or read your books ..."

"Off with the shirt!"

"Please, Daddy, let me change in the bathroom."

"If I take you to the bathroom, I'll strip you absolutely bare ass naked and spank you … first on your sexy little ass … and then between your pretty legs … with this strap."

"Please, Daddy, please don't spank me there, not between my legs."

There was a long pause. "If you have to spank me, please don't spank me on my naughty bare bottom. Please don't spank me in just my bra. Daddy, please."

"Take off the shirt, now, or I'll strip you naked right now and really give you a beating."

I hoped Nancy would refuse, that I would have an excuse for undressing her myself, and then whipping her tight sexy little gymnast's ass, but she did as she was told.

With her back to me, Nancy started to unbutton the shirt. I watched her shrug it off her pretty shoulders and toss it on the bed. That would be one more reason to punish her.

"Now turn around and face me.

Slowly, reluctantly, Nancy turned around. She's less that five feet tall and only weighs about 90 pounds. The little girl has a perfect gymnast's body. There she stood in her little white cotton bra, barely filling the A-size cups. Her eyes were downcast, her panties half way down her thighs. My little darling had been drinking beer and playing with herself. I couldn't help but wonder who she was dreaming of.

"Thinking about anybody I know?'

The blush. It had started at her cheeks and worked its way down to the tops of her tiny breasts. Her mother, my ex-wife, blushed that way the first time I came home from work early and caught her playing with herself. Her mom wanted to stop but I made her continue. And the mother of this darling child was both aroused and humiliated when I made her put her middle finger up her ass as she played with her cunt. Yes, my pretty little daughter was every father's dream, and I hoped she would turn out to be as anal as her mother.

"I think you know," Nancy sputtered as she turned an even brighter shade of red.

By then, Nancy was starting to sober up. This spanking, and what came afterwards, would take a while. I was sure that by the time we finished, she would be very sober, that she would be very aware of everything I did to her.

"Good, you can take your panties all the way off, and then we can get on with your punishment."

"Daddy, please, it's not right for you to see me like this."

"If I have to get my handcuffs, and cuff your wrists, I'll take off both your panties AND your bra."

Nancy knew from my tone of voice that I was very serious. In addition to being a varsity level gymnastics, my darling Nancy swims with the local club, and I discovered only last week that she shaves and trims her pubic hair so she'll look good in her high cut racing Speedo or the tiny bikini bottoms girls her age favor..

Slowly Nancy pushed her panties down to her ankles and stepped out of them. She tried to stand with her legs together, wanted to cover her sexy little blonde pubic patch, with one hand.

"No," I commanded. "Your hands, on top of your head."

Nancy started to protest. I'm sure the little darling really hated having to stand in that foolish, humiliating position.

"Daddy, please," as I used the strap on the front of her bare thigh.

"Do you want another, with the strap, between your legs?"

"Please, Daddy, no."

"Then do it!"

So Nancy did as she was told, put her hands on top of her head in that ridiculous position. She looked very pretty standing there wearing only the tight white cotton A-cup bra. Her nipples were starting to get hard, from fear and from arousal, and I'm sure she was just a little bit damp between her legs.

Sometimes humiliation can be a powerful form of both arousal and punishment. So I told the little girl to lift her leg, to put it up on the chair, to give me a better look at her sweet young pussy.

"Daddy, this isn't right."

"Do!" I ordered as I hit her again.

Her pussy lips were wet and puffy from arousal, from touching herself and then having to undress for her Daddy. That's when she started to sniffle, and a tear started to form in the corner of one eye, to slowly run down her pretty cheek. She wanted to wipe it away, the darling, but she was too afraid to move. It was all very touching to watch her, my Nancy, wanting so to please me, but not yet knowing how.

This is a minor but important digression. My bedroom is really a small suite. It has lots of built in storage. And a poster bed with night tables, desk (really a very sturdy Chippendale table, perfect for spanking) and matching chair. There's also an arm chair with matching ottoman. I've designed the room with lots of walk around space, enough to swing a strap or when using a small cane.

When my girlfriend spends the night, she hates to be spanked while leaning over the desk. In that position, over the desk, she much prefers my cock in her pussy or in her very tight ass. What she loves most of all is to be made to kneel at the foot of the bed, her arms over her head, the ropes going from her wrists to the tops of the posts. Usually I make her spread her legs, and run another set of ropes from her knees to the bottoms of the posts. She looks very pretty, opened wide, wet and aroused, waiting to be tormented. Sometimes I use a ruler on the insides of her thighs, sometimes I use a soft flogger on her breasts, sometimes if she's been very naughty, I put clips on her nipples, sometimes I … 

In the next few months, I'll introduce Nancy to the desk and the ropes, introduce her to a whole new set of pleasures. From her secret reading of my porno collection, I'm sure Nancy has a general idea of what I have in mind for her. But for now I only want her over my knee, to be able to feel the softness of her sexy young bottom, to see her ass as it turns first a pretty shade of pink, and then bright red as I continue to spank her. And I know I won't be able to resist the temptation to spread the cheeks of her pretty little bottom, to use my finger tips to rim the pretty pink little pucker, to tease her sensitive asshole. Yes, the chair will have to do for now.

I placed the chair in front of the bed, with plenty of space around it.

"Get the slipper, Nancy."

"Please Daddy, spank me on the bare, with your hand, not with the slipper."

"If I have to get it myself, I'll give you a dozen with the strap when I'm finished, and then another dozen with the hairbrush."

I had only used the strap once before. She took a dozen on her tight young ass, last year, when I caught her playing hooky from school. That was when she and her slutty friends decided that hanging out at the Mall was the most important part of High School life. So the thought of two dozen EXTRA with the strap and the hairbrush had to be terrifying.

Nancy got the slipper from my closet. It has a black cloth top and an orange rubber sole. The sole isn't smooth. It has raised dimples - for traction when doing the Tai Chi form. It will leave a very nice design on my daughter's 18 year old bottom, as she'll soon find out.

"Nancy, over my knee."

"Daddy, please."

"Nancy!

Reluctantly, Nancy got over my knee.

"Now your arm."

She placed her right arm in the center of her back, and I grasped her wrist firmly with my left hand. I stared with my hand and gave her 20 on her right bottom cheek. Just a moment to cool my hand and then I gave her 20 more on the other side. A slight sob, and I'm sure she could feel the beginning of my erection.

"Please, Daddy, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ... and I'll never drink a beer again, never, I promise."

That was when I picked up the slipper and gave her 20 really hard ones on her bottom.

"Please Daddy, no more. I can't take any more."

"Quiet! I've only just started to spank you."

Then I gave her 40 more, 20 on each side, on the backs of her thighs. She cried for the last 20, squirming, kicking, rubbing her tight young pussy against my raging hard on.

I gave her a moment to rest, and then began to spank her one more time.

"Please, Daddy, I can't take any more. Please, I'll do anything … anything … but please stop spanking me."

Lord, I wanted her so badly. As she begged me to stop, I put my hand between her legs, and started to rub her tight little pussy a little, just to see how wet she gets from a bare bottom spanking. For a first time spanking, she was wetter than I had expected. And from previous conversations, I knew my pretty young daughter wasn't a virgin.

Then I started spanking her again.

"Please, Daddy, don't spank me any more."

I continued to wallop her pretty young ass and the backs of her shapely legs.

"Let me suck your cock instead. Or fuck me in the ass like in your picture books. Please don't hit me anymore, Daddy. Instead, tie me up and fuck me in the ass like you fuck your girlfriend. But please don't spank me any more. It hurts so much. Please, Daddy, I'll do anything. Anything!"

Those were exactly the words I wanted to hear. I believe fathers and daughters should show each other affection, but I also believe in serious discipline when it's required. And after all, she's my little girl, and I know what's best for her.

Beer and Cigarettes



"I just don't think it'll ever work out." I complained to my friend Sarah. "He's really nice, and he's just too handsome to want someone like me." I had had a crush on our friend Matt ever since I met him freshman year. 

The very first time we met I doubt he even remembers, I walked into his dorm with one of my friends and he was plastered! He very kindly introduced himself to me, and I just couldn't help but notice how ridiculously handsome he was. After a short conversation and spending time with our friends he told me that I could come over and hang out whenever I wanted. I tried my best to contain my happiness, but it was shortly stifled when I saw Hilary. 

She was the girl that he was hooking up with at the time and she was beautiful! She was pretty much the exact opposite of me physically: I was taller, but she was thinner. She had large green eyes, and mine are a pretty blue but not very large. She had smaller boobs but absolutely no fat on her body, whereas I was a lot curvier.

And as I talked to her I realized that she was also incredibly nice, so I just decided to drop what little hope I ever had of getting to know him intimately. As I left his room to return to mine I noticed that he had suddenly gotten really sick from the alcohol, and laughed to myself, thinking, "He won't remember me tomorrow. And even if he did he already has someone beautiful, why would he even bother with me?"

As the school year progressed our social circles moved closer together, allowing me to at least be near him even if he didn't remember me. We had both developed a bad cigarette habit so we usually would sit together outside if we were both there with our friends. Hilary ended up transferring to another school, but the fact that she was so beautiful made it hard for me to try and pursue anything with him. I was really low on myself by the time that spring semester started, I had been hooking up with another guy and he kind of dropped me without warning and it made me start to believe that no one could ever want me again if he didn't want me anymore.

I sat in my new class, friends all along the aisle to my left and me sitting one seat from the end. I was not too excited about this class, I knew it would be relatively easy just because these courses came more naturally to me, but all of my friends were in a different discussion time than me and I was not looking forward to be alone for that part. I doodled on my notebook as I waited for class to commence, jumping slightly when I heard a voice to my right, "Hey. Taylor, right?"

I recognized this voice in an instant, it was Matt. I turned up to him and smiled as I answered, "Yeah, hey Matt. I didn't know you were in this class." I had a feeling I was going to really enjoy this class.

"Yeah, I needed to fill in some credits." He then motioned to the empty seat next to me. "Would it be alright if I sat here with you?"

I could feel my smile light up as he sat down next to me. I was hoping to talk to him a bit, but at that moment the professor began to quiet everyone down and go over the syllabus. I pulled mine out, and looked to my right and noticed that Matt didn't have one either. I offered to share mine so that he could keep along too.

He smiled in thanks and followed along with me. We were mostly silent as our professor went through her grading policies and expectations, then came the part of the syllabus with our discussion times and locations. He grabbed a pen from his pocket and wrote on the syllabus, "Which one are you in?"

I smiled and grabbed my pen, looking for my scheduled time and put a star next to it. I then continued to the area where he was writing and wrote under it. "You?"

He smirked at me and indicated with the tip of his pen that he was in my section. I smiled at him in response and we spent the rest of the class listening to our professor, or at least he was. For the rest of the class I was celebrating in my own mind, so excited to have an excuse to see him multiple times a week.

As we exited to classroom we talked casually about the class, our friends, and just anything that popped to mind. This is how we continued on for the rest of the semester. We'd sit near each other in lecture, always together in section, and as we'd walk back to our dorms we would smoke a cigarette and talk. When one of us didn't have a cigarette the other always had an extra, and one of my favorite class days ended with him comparing me to a queen after I gave him one. The days where I had that class became my favorite days of the week, and at some point our social circles began to hang out with each other regularly. 

As freshman year ended we were very flirty with each other, not in an uncomfortable way but a friendly way, and we departed for home excited to come back to school.

I had just gotten back to school for the new year when I was talking to Sarah, one of my closest friends at the university. She smiled reassuringly and said, "I don't know what you're talking about, dude. Other than Maya (who had a boyfriend and was both mine and Matt's good friend), he doesn't even talk to any other girls. I don't see why you'd think he's not interested in you."

I just kept shaking my head. "It doesn't make sense to me that he would. You've seen him, Sarah. We both know that he could get any girl he wanted, so why on earth would he choose me?" I was starting to get really low, but I was trying hard not to cry so as to not ruin my make-up.

She put a hand on my shoulder and said, "I think you're just being too hard on yourself. You're beautiful Taylor, any idiot can see that. And if Matt got into this school I'm guessing he's not an idiot." I giggled, an idiot he definitely was not.

I wanted to rebuttal, but I knew that if I continued this conversation it would just bring me to tears. So I quickly changed the subject. "Did you hear that the guys all got a house together?" We lived on campus still, but most of our guy friends got a house together off campus so that we could all have a place to party. That's why I had done my make-up and put on a short dress, everyone was back and this was going to be the party to break in the new house.

Sarah wasn't really that close with a lot of the guys, and the only one that I ever talked to consistently was Matt, but we all enjoyed each other's company so we would all hang out with each other. "Yeah, I heard. I can't wait til tonight, it'll be good to see everyone. 

I sighed, "Yeah." Counting down in my head until it was time to go: 1 hour. I wanted to leave already but Rachel, Maya and Zooey were still getting ready; delaying our departure and giving me even less time to see him. I fiddled around on Maya's lap top as the girls finished putting on their make-up, and logged off my facebook as Rachel announced that it was time for us to head down. 

While we were taking the bus to their house I fidgeted with anticipation, worried that the friendly spark between me and him had gone. Once we finally reached the house and knocked on the door my nerves felt incredibly unstable. I walked in with my friends, looking around the house to see who all was there. I saw Kyle, Tyson, Jeff, Mark, Lorne, Damon, and Zack; my heart fell slightly as I thought, "I guess I won't see him tonight."

I made my way over to the cooler of beers and began to heartily chug on a few, hoping to drown out my disappointment and try to enjoy my time there anyways with my friends. After about 20 minutes I started to feel a little buzzed, getting more comfortable with the people around me and even cracking jokes. The girls and guys were all just sitting around, drinking beer and listening to music when I heard the front door open and close.

Before I could turn around to look I heard Matt yell, "Who's ready for some beer pong?" There was a resounding cheer throughout the room as Matt brought in 2 giant cases of beer and a large bag of red cups. Everyone got up to help set up and decide who got to play first. As most of the boys moved the tables together, Matt went to the kitchen to take shots and catch up to the rest of us.

It was decided that since Matt brought the equipment he was automatically in the first round, and then everyone else started to write a roster for everyone to play. Matt handed me 3 beers and tilted his head toward the table, smiling at me for the first time since I saw him in the spring, and I couldn't believe it but he was even more handsome than I remembered. "Wanna be my partner?" He said with whiskey on his breath.

I took the beers from him, nodding my head as I smiled. I used two of the beers for the cups on our side of the table and kept one to drink on the side. Being slightly above tipsy, I boldly grabbed his arm and I warned him, "I'm pretty drunk though, so if I'm not a good partner I'm apologizing now." He laughed as I struggled with the word 'apologizing' and gave me a reassuring pat on the back.

"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll do fine. I tend to be much better at this game when I'm a little drunk." I giggled and looked up into his soft blue eyes, and then I pushed a beer at him.

He took it confusedly, and I told him, "Get to drinking. One of us has to carry the team." He laughed and we both took large swigs from our beers. As the game started he was making most of the shots, which I had expected seeing as how I didn't play this game very often. But after about 3 tosses I was starting to get the hang of it. I felt really drunk but for some reason I was making all of my shots, and he would make his too; allowing us to have repeat turns and decimate our competition. By the end of the first game he and I had each made four shots in a row and were going for the final cup. He was the one who broke stride, his ball bounced off of the rim and it was suddenly up to me to pull out a win. I took a deep breath and tossed the ball, praying that it would somehow go in.

It did, and since that was my fifth shot in a row the other team had no chance for rebuttal so we won. We raised our hands in victory, and gave each other a congratulatory hug. We shook our opponents' hands and helped set up for the next game. At this point in the night I had had about 8 beers within an hour and a half and it was really beginning to hit me. Not so much that I became nauseous, but enough to where my movements were a bit wobbly and I had no control over what I was saying. I held the full cans of beer and handed them to him as he set up the next game. After taking the last one I leaned back against the counter and moved my hair out of my face as he turned to face me. "Since we won we get to play again. But I think if I drink anymore I'll get sick."

I put my near empty 9th beer down, and said a little loudly, "Well good, cuz I'm drunk and I don't think I should drink anymore." I then hiccupped which made him laugh. I pretended to be hurt that he was laughing at me and he wrapped his arms around me.

"I only laughed because that was really cute. And I agree, I think we're done for a while." I smiled to myself and felt like my heart was floating. Not only was he holding me but he also said, "We." Implying that he intended to return to sobriety with me. 

I looked up into his eyes and smiled as he hugged me, and I giggled. "Good call." We laughed and then he nodded his head in the direction of the backyard.

"Cigarette?" He asked me. I, a little too quickly, replied yes and followed him outside; greatly looking forward to spending some alone time with him.

We stepped out into the late September night, enjoying the moonlight but not expecting the bitter wind to make us cold. I had forgotten to bring a jacket that night, so as I pulled out my pack I started shivering. Even with my 'beer jacket' I was still frozen. Matt noticed this and quickly lit both of our cigarettes before asking, "Do you want my jacket?"

The first thought that came to mind was, "YES ABOSLUTELY YES." But I didn't want to come off as creepy so instead I smiled and said, "Thanks, but if I take your jacket then you'll be cold." He smiled at me and then looked around, suddenly fixating on a spot in the dark.

He began walking over there and said, "Follow me." I followed him without question, and for the first time I saw the couch against the wooden fence. He took my hand and brought me over to it, laying down in it and stabilizing it so that I could join him. I followed him in without hesitating, and he then proceeded to put his jacket over the both of us. Stating, "Now we can both we warm."

I giggled as I snuggled into his warm chest and his arm wrapped around me. At first we just laid there smoking our cigarettes in a comfortable silence, I finished mine first, putting it out on a nearby ashtray, and I snuggled even closer into his chest as he was finishing his. I rested my ear against him and I could hear his heartbeat. I sighed in contentment, and he asked, "What?"

I removed my head from his chest and looked into his lovely face, "I can hear your heart beat." He laughed and put his cigarette out. I expected him to want to get up now and go back to the party, but he surprised me. 

He wrapped his arms around me and whispered, "Can I hear yours?" Without thinking of how we were going to maneuver this I nodded happily. At first we tried to sit up, but the wasn't wide enough for us to stay comfortably. I eventually pulled myself underneath him, basically switching the position we were in earlier.

I had completely forgotten until he began to lay his head against me that my dress had a low neckline. His face rested against my D breasts as he listened for my heartbeat, I was sure that he did this intentionally but I was too happy to care. He had a bit of stubble on his chin and as the rough texture scratched against the skin of my cleavage I jumped a little bit. 

He looked up and asked, "Are you ok?" He looked worried, like he thought that he had genuinely hurt me.

I gave him a reassuring smile and said, "Your stubble is scratchy." He laughed and then purposefully scraped his chin against my skin again, enjoying my squirming and burying his face deeper into my cleavage. In the back of my mind I knew that this was inappropriate behavior for friends, but I honestly really liked it.

I gradually stopped struggling and his movements became more slow and deliberate. He skimmed his nose from my cleavage to my collarbone, dragging it ever so slightly against my skin. What he was doing felt really good, and in my drunken stupor I was beginning to realize that he was really turning me on.

I could suddenly feel how wet I was, and how horny he was making me. I began trying to convince myself that he was only doing this because he was drunk, and that he didn't really want me but just wanted to cuddle with me because he was intoxicated. But, I also realized that if that were the case and he was willing it may be the only chance I ever get with him. 

After he reached my collarbone he began to kiss me softly along the skin of my neck. I brought my fingers up to his hair and played with his golden locks as he moved up towards my face. He kissed along my jawline, and on each of my cheeks before looking into my eyes and saying, "I've been thinking about this for a long time, and I know that we're drunk. But. I've actually liked you for a while now, and for the longest time I've really wanted to kiss you."

I stared at him in disbelief. "Me," I thought. "Me?!" I smiled and slowly brought my lips down to his and kissed him softly, pulling away slightly and blurting out, "Looks like I beat you to it." He laughed and placed a hand on my cheek, guiding his face back to mine for another kiss.

This kiss however, was not short and soft like the last one. He pressed his lips incredibly hard against mine and I returned the pressure. The two of us playing with one another's lips. I quickly discovered a weakness of his. After biting down on his bottom lip I heard him groan, clearly he was into being bitten. He kissed back even more forcefully, wiping his tongue against my bottom lip. Just as I opened my mouth and began frenching, I could hear the back door slide open.

The two of us calmly stopped kissing and sat up on the couch as best we could. The second game of pong had just ended, and a parade of drunk people came out back to smoke a cigarette. We decided to stay outside with them for a few minutes, holding hands on the couch as we talked with our friends. Sarah and Maya gave me a knowing smile, and Matt never let go of my hand.

But without his strong, warm body against mine I began to get cold again. He could feel me shiver and asked me if I wanted to go back inside. We graciously re-entered the house (and by graciously I mean we tripped over the lip and the doorway and were stumbling over each other), and looked around the living room. Only Kyle was still inside, and he was setting up the TV. He turned toward us slightly as we entered and noticed our hands clasped together. He smiled at us and sat down on the couch, only saying, "It's about time."

I giggled, but Matt blushed. Apparently Kyle knew something that I didn't. Before I could ask Matt why he was blushing, he grabbed my hand and pulled me through a hallway into one of the bedrooms. He closed the door behind us and turned on a light. He was still blushing profusely, and being drunk I didn't exactly have a filter on my thoughts, "What was that about?

He sighed and turned a little more read, before mumbling, "He kind of knows that I've liked you. He figured it out the first night that we met."

"Wait," I thought, "the first NIGHT?" My first thought was to the first night we met in his dorm room, but until then we had never spoken of it and therefore figured that he didn't remember. I looked up at Matt confused and I started, "But, Kyle wasn't in our class. How could he know?"

Matt laughed and pretended to be hurt, "You don't remember coming to my room last year? I saw you walk in and I thought you were one of the prettiest girls I had ever seen."

I remember my heart stopped for a moment. Could it be? Did he really remember that night and did he really think that of me. "No," I thought. "He had Hilary, there was no way he could have thought that about me." I tried to hide this realization, but he could read it clear on my face.

He moved closer to me and looked into my eyes, his eyes again filled with worry. "What's wrong? Did I say something to upset you?" 

I felt a tear slide down my cheek, and I gave a small laugh. He wiped away the tear as I replied, "I remember everything about that night." He smiled at first, and then I continued, "But you were with Hilary at the time weren't you?"

He looked confused and he said, "Only kind of, she told me that day that she was transferring and didn't want to try to pursue a relationship. But that had nothing to do with my first opinion of you. I'm sure that even if she and I were actually dating I would have still thought the exact same thing."

I smiled and reached up to give him a tender kiss. He grasped my face lovingly and kissed me sweetly, kissing me with love instead of passion. But once I began to return his kisses the passion returned quickly. My hands moved into his wonderful golden hair and his hands ferociously gripped my waist and my butt, trying to bring me as close to him as possible.

After giving my butt a squeeze I bit into his lip again, eliciting a loud moan from him and causing him to move us closer toward his bed. Before we sat down I moved my hands to the hem of his shirt, pulling it up hastily so that I could melt into his warm flesh. He helped me remove his shirt and then proceeded to unbutton my dress, stopping about halfway down so that my lower half was still covered. We kicked our shoes off and stood in front of each other half naked.

I was often very insecure of my waist so I crossed my arms under my bra, hoping that the added lift of my cleavage would distract him. He moved closer to me and grabbed my arms at the wrist, pulling slightly and saying to me, "You have an incredibly sexy body, PLEASE let me see it."




Beer and Cigarettes



I reluctantly took my midriff out of hiding, and placed my hands on his strong shoulders. I took a deep breath, waiting for him to decide that I was too chubby and that he didn't want to do this anymore. He could sense my insecurity, so he surprised me by getting down on his knees and kissing my stomach. His soft lips felt amazing against my skin, and after he felt me loosen up he stood up and kissed me. This kiss was full of tongue, and he began to gently push me down towards the bed.

I sat down on the edge of his bed and pulled him down next to me, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him as passionately as I could. As our macking progressed, his hands drifted up towards my breasts. I sighed into his mouth as he began to grope my chest. He took this sigh as a sign of encouragement, so he moved his hands down to my hips and began to pull me onto him. I straddled his pelvis, and he began unbuttoning the rest of my dress. After discarding that garment, his hands moved to the clasp of my bra.

I didn't stop him, but he still hesitated and looked up to me as if he was asking my permission. I nodded my head and he hurriedly ripped my bra off. As soon as he saw my bare breasts something animal took over him. He started to massage them ferociously and brought his mouth down to my perky nipples. He glanced up at me mischievously before dragging his tongue over my sensitive nipple. He began to work heavily on my breasts, and I was immediately caught off guard by how good it felt. I began moaning softly, and the more I moaned the more vicious he got.

I was so overcome with passion, and I couldn't help but dipping my pelvis into him. I could feel his erection through his jeans, and I knew that this was my chance to tease him and make him squirm. I began to grind against him, becoming more aggressive as he moaned against my breasts. He eventually became so overcome with lust that he brought his hands down to my hips and started pushing me down harder onto him. As we dry-humped on his bed he whispered in my ear, "Holy fuck, Taylor. You are driving me crazy."

I smiled at him and got a wicked idea. I softly placed my hands on his chest and then pushed him onto his back. I got off of him, which he did not like at first, and hovered over his face. I kissed him softly and then started to trail my kisses down his neck and chest, stopping only to nibble on his collarbone and his nipples. His breathing became sharper as I kissed down his abdomen. I stopped above his pants and looked up at him, he was propped on his elbows and looking at me with an expression that could only be pleading.

I smiled at him wickedly before kissing his stomach and bringing my hands to the button of his pants. I slowly teased his skin as I pulled his pants down noticing a protruding lump against his boxers. After pulling his pants off completely I placed my palm against his bulge and began stroking him through the fabric of his boxers. He sat up and begged me to sit up with him. I did as he asked, but as soon as we were on the same level he kissed me savagely and I rubbed even harder against him. 

He was moaning consistently know, and not to be out done he inched his finger down into my underwear. He went straight for my clit and used my juices to help lubricate the area. He smiled and moved me onto my back, stroking my vagina as he seductively muttered, "Oh god you are so wet."

He dug his hand deeper into my underwear and began to insert a finger inside me. I moaned a little louder than I intended, and he chuckled; fully enjoying his current power over me. I threw my head back in ecstasy, and he suddenly stopped.

I was about to plead with him to continue, until I realized what he was doing. He leaned back and started to pull my underwear down, looking up at me the entire time to allow me the opportunity to stop him if I wanted to. But there was no way I was going to let him stop.

He successfully removed my last article of clothing and stared at me with pure lust. He got on his knees and looked up at me, he said softly, "You are definitely the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

I was so overcome with pride and emotion that I grabbed his face and pulled him up to kiss me. As we kissed he brought his hand back down to my dripping mound and began to massage my clit once again. I moaned into his mouth as he finger fucked me, eventually getting three fingers inside of me and licking my clit. I was suddenly overcome with a fire deep inside and my moans were becoming more frequent and loud as he brought me closer and closer to climax, as I was about to go over the edge I brought my fingers into his hair and pulled him back.

I looked down at his sticky face, and bit my lip and sighed out, "I want you now, please." He beamed from between my legs and hurriedly crawled back up my body and up to my face, pushing me down onto my back with him hovering over me. His mouth quickly found mine again, and my hand went to his boxer waistband. I reached deep inside and began slowly jacking him, wanting to get him as fully ready as I was.

What shocked me most was not how hard he already was, but how BIG he was. His dick stood up at least a good 8 or so inches and he was thick too. My only previous experience with men did not include members of this size. He noticed me staring, and brought tilted my face back up towards his. "That's all for you. You can have it if you want it."

I ran my thumb over his head and whispered in his ear, "I want it. I want it NOW." He kissed me again and then pulled his boxers off.

Before he positioned himself between my legs, he looked up and asked me, "Are you sure about this?" I kissed him deeply before answering.

"I'm sure. And don't worry, I'm on the pill so you don't have to use a condom. But just in case could you pull out when you're close?" He nodded and then moved himself between me, lining his throbbing cock to my pussy. He kissed me again as he started to force himself inside me.

He was DEFINTELY a lot bigger than I'm used to. I gave a sharp squeal as he moved inside of me, and he had the nerve to stop. "Are you ok? Did I hurt you?"

I was sighing and panting as I was getting used to him inside me. Between breaths, I said, "You're just really big, I'm not quite used to it yet."

He was beaming with pride and fought back a smile as he said, "I'll go gentle don't worry." And with that started pumping in and out of me slowly. After I got used to him I began to meet my thrusts with his, eventually bringing him completely inside of me. After he fully submerged himself inside of me he kissed me, and began thrusting at a rapid pace. Hitting my g spot with his head every time he went in. I was moaning profusely, probably loud enough for Kyle to hear in the living room. Matt was fully enjoying my moaning, and was determined to make me cum. He started pumping into me faster and harder, and using one of his hands to tweak and pull on my nipples. Bringing me closer and closer until my orgasm hit me full force.

I closed my eyes in ecstasy, and pulled him as far into me as I possibly could. After my waves of pleasure waned, he continued pumping into me until I heard him shutter, "I'm gonna cum." He pulled out of me and before he had time to fully understand what was going on I had him on his back and my lips were around his dick. I looked up at him from under my eyelashes as I sucked on the head of his dick; that alone must have sent him over the edge because suddenly I heard him cry out my name and felt a warm, salty liquid pulsate into my mouth. I swallowed his semen until he was dry and then I crawled back onto the bed and curled up next to him.

After getting over the initial disbelief of what happened, a horrible thought crept into my head. Almost as if he knew what I was thinking he asked smiling, "What should we do tomorrow?"

I smiled and kissed him before proclaiming, "I don't care as long as I'm with you." We continued to kiss and talk for the rest of the night, until I eventually woke up the next day wrapped up in his arms.



Beer and Curry



The weekend following the beach incident, detailed in my story 'First Clue', I was in a state of some excitement, wondering if something else was going to happen. My husband was obviously a bit more kinky than I realised, and that did make me nervous, but it had led to some fantastic sex, so I was keeping an open mind. I just couldn't help being curious about what else might turn him on.

Friday night we were both too exhausted to cook, so Rob suggested we go out for a curry, which sounded great to me. I went upstairs to change into something suitable, but couldn't decide what to wear. I wanted to give Rob a little encouragement with his exploration of his fantasy world. In the end I settled on a purple lacy thong and bra set, under a short little mauve and white cotton dress. In fact much shorter than I had worn for some years, which made me a little nervous, but also a little turned on.

"Wow! You look fantastic! Have I seen that dress before?"

"Maybe not, I've had it for years, but I had decided I was too old for it, but, after the events of last weekend, it occurred to me that you might enjoy me wearing it."

"I will, definitely, and not just me, I'm sure. Listen, it's quite early, why don't we go for a drink at the pub first?"

"I'm not sure, I dressed thinking we were just going to the restaurant, isn't this dress a bit revealing for the pub?"

"Not at all, you look great!"

"Oh, I see, you're going to get turned on by all the men ogling me, aren't you?"

"Definitely. Please!"

"Oh OK, just for a little while then."

"Thank you my love."

We went out to the car, and climbing into the passenger seat further emphasised how short the dress was. I would have to be careful in the pub car park to avoid giving another free viewing of my knickers. When we arrived at the pub there were crowds of people, mostly men, sitting and standing on the terrace, which was right next to the car park. My horny husband chose a space with my side of the car facing the terrace, so there was virtually no way I could avoid giving a free show.

"Do you have to park here?"

"Yes."

"You've chosen this spot precisely because I can't avoid flashing my knickers, haven't you?"

"Very true."

"Oh well, here goes."

I pushed open the door, and swung my legs round and got out of the car as quickly as I could manage without falling over. I may have given a very brief show, but I don't think many saw it. The walk across the car park was a different matter. I had chosen higher heels than I was used to wearing, like the dress, they were a throw back to a much younger me. I was extremely unsteady, and with every man staring at me, I was terrified of falling over onto the rough tarmac.

Finally I got to the pub door, and slipped inside. I tottered towards the bar, and, as I pushed my way through, groups of beer drinking men turned to assess my arse in the tight dress that I had stupidly chosen to wear. I got to the bar, and put my hand on the rail to steady myself. It was sticky from the spilt beer, but I hung on tightly, waiting for my husband to get through the throng. I looked around and could see that quite a few men had closed in behind me, blocking Rob's pathway. They were getting very close, I could smell the beer on their breaths, plus the sweat from the physical labour that had preceded their rush to the pub. I was nervous, but also very excited. This situation echoed my own fantasies of being taken roughly by a group of muscular workmen, and the possibilities were boiling around in my head.

At the back of the crowd Rob made a push to get through, and he succeeded, however, his push meant that a couple of the men closest to me were shoved in my direction. As they bumped in to me from two sides, they both took advantage of the moment. One grabbed my bum cheek, and the other got his hand between my legs onto my crotch. Only for a split second, but I was definitely thoroughly groped.

"Sorry love, it was your hubby's fault, pushing the back like that," said crotch groper.

"Why don't we buy you a drink to apologise?" suggested bum squeezer.

"OK, I'll have a glass of champagne, thanks, Moet preferably, and my husband will have a large malt whisky, Talisker."

"Shit, you've got expensive tastes, both of you!"

"Well, it'll perhaps teach you to keep your hands to yourselves."

At that point my husband finally arrived at the bar, looking dishevelled and frustrated.

"These gentlemen are buying us both a drink."

"That's very nice, but why?"

"Because, when push comes to shove, they turned out not to be gentlemen after all."

"Come on love, it was just an accident," Crotchgroper protested.

"No it wasn't, you groped my crotch, and your friend squeezed my bum. It was deliberate and now you're paying for your bit of pleasure."

The atmosphere among the four of us turned electric. The two guys were clearly wondering whether my husband would turn nasty. Meanwhile, my hand was massaging hubby's cock through his trousers and it was rock hard. He was clearly loving every moment of this game.

"I'm sure there isn't a problem, you've both apologised and bought us a drink each, so we'll say no more about it," my husband said, defusing the situation.

"OK, good, you really have a gorgeous wife by the way," crotch groper informed my husband.

"So, gorgeous, in fact, that when you get tired of hubby here, just let me know, I'm sure I can find room in my bed for you." Bum squeezer added.

"In your dreams letch!" I answered, "Rob, I've finished my drink, shall we go?"

"Oh, right, yes of course."

We pushed our way back through the crowd, with several more hands fondling my bum as we passed. I should have hated it, but, in fact, I adored the attention, my panties were getting decidedly moist. Obviously I couldn't tell my husband the truth.

"Well, I hope you enjoyed all that," I rounded on him as we walked towards the restaurant, "getting me groped by all those smelly disgusting men!"

"It wasn't my fault my love."

"Of course it was your fault! You suggested the pub in the first place!"

"Sorry."

I walked to the curry house in silence, making him suffer. There was no way I would admit to him how much fun I'd had.

Once in the restaurant we chose a table against the wall, and sat with both our backs to the wall. We often do that, so we can both view the activity in the restaurant. After a few minutes I felt Rob's left hand on my right leg, just below the hem of my dress. It started to slide up the inside of my thigh, heading towards my pussy. I was excited, but also panicking slightly, as he would surely notice that my panties were soaking wet. His hand stroked gently up and down the inside of my thigh, working inexorably nearer to my hot, wet, steamy pussy. I could smell my own arousal.

I clamped my knees together to stop him getting any nearer to my fetid vagina, and he reluctantly withdrew his hand.

I placed my hand on his crotch and discovered a rampant erection, which gave me goose bumps all over.

"Someone's been turned on by all the attention I got in the pub."

"Apart from you, you mean?"

"Well, I..."

"Admit it, you loved it!"

"Well, sort of."

"Open your legs and let me touch you, so I can find out."

"Do I have to?"

"Yes, you do!"

So I bowed to the inevitable, and parted my knees slightly. Rob's hand started moving up the inside of my thigh again, and in no time it arrived at the confluence of my thighs. I was so aroused, and his touch felt incredible. He leaned towards me and kissed my cheek.

"You're soaking wet."

"Am I?"

"You know you are! What happened in the pub turned you on, didn't it?"

What choice did I have but to admit it.

"Yes," sotto voce.

"Sorry, I didn't hear that."

"Yes, it turned me on," a little louder.

"Which part?"

"All of it."

"So you aren't cross with me?"

"No, but if you keep rubbing me like that I'm going to cum in the middle of this restaurant."

"Even through your panties?"

"Yes! Please Rob."

"Please what?"

"Please don't make me cum in this restaurant with everybody watching."

"Are you that close?"

"Yes!"

"Ok, let's eat our dinner and go home."

"Thank you so much. I'll really make it worth your while when we get home."

"I'm very pleased to hear that, eat up."

We finished our meals and walked out to the car. The night air was cool on my bare legs, and very cold on the wet area of my thong. I felt so deliciously naughty, and was beginning to think that I might be as kinky as my husband.

Once home we didn't need to discuss anything, we just ran up stairs and started ripping our own clothes off. I was naked first, as I'd hardly been wearing anything, and I sat on the bed to watch Rob undress. When he was naked, he walked towards me and then dropped to his knees in front of me. He parted my legs and moved his face forwards towards my aroused sex.

"Please may I kiss and lick you for a while?"

"Oh, yes please, that would be wonderful...only...I didn't shower this evening so I may smell and taste bad."

"I'll risk it," he smiled and moved further towards my hungry vagina.

"Mmmnn you smell divine."

"You really are kinky!"

"That's not kinky, it's normal."

"If you say so."

"You also taste divine," as his tongue made it's first complete stroke from the bottom to the top of my engorged lips.

He flickered his tongue over my clit.

"That feels divine."

"Good, just relax and enjoy it, we've got all evening."

So I relaxed and Rob spent at least half an hour pleasuring my grateful pussy with his tongue. He also explored my bottom, licking around for a while, before pushing inside, and flickering there. Really kinky but so wonderful. Moving back to my clit, he started me on the road to a sensational orgasm. He licked round and round, side to side, up and down, giving me such exquisite sensations that I knew I was going to want him to do this again. Again and again, every day would be perfect.

"Don't stop, I'm close!"

No answer, more ferocious licking.

"Oh Rob, I'm cumming! Keep licking!"

"Oh wow! Again, I'm cumming again!"

My orgasms swept over my lower body in waves of pleasure, three orgasms in all, but blending into one, and very powerful, and sort of deep. I can't really describe it, other women will know.

"Rob my darling, thank you so much! Was it really horrible to do?"

"I totally loved it! Will you let me do it again?"

"What now?"

"Ha ha, no not now, I have to fuck you now, but maybe tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow? Really? Oh yes, that would be wonderful>"

"Good, now lie back with your legs apart, I really need to fuck you."

"Yes Master, of course, help yourself to my body."

And so he did, he fucked me with an even greater passion than the previous week, and he obviously wasn't going to last very long, as he was so excited, but I didn't mind, I was sated.

"Cum as soon as you like sweetheart, I'm completely satisfied."

"Thank you my love, I can't hold back any longer!"

He came hard and fast, thrusting into me as hard as he could, taking me, using me, banging my head on the headboard, grunting, crying out, biting my neck, giving me the rough sex I'd fantasized having with the workmen. He was fulfilling my fantasy, and to my shock and surprise, as he started to cum, so did I! It wasn't such a big orgasm, but arriving after all the others it was the most satisfying, my clit almost hurt.

"Wow, that was amazing! I love you so much."

"I love you too, my darling, you turned me on so much this evening."

"As you noticed, I got turned on too!"

"Yes I noticed. So, can we go on with my fantasies, explore further?"

"Yes my love, yes please."

"Thank you. I think I have to sleep now."

"You have to shower now, then sleep."

"Ok, will do."

We both showered, then fell into bed and straight to sleep, but what wonderful dreams I had.



Beer And PussyBois



Sudden bursts of roars and cheers startled me. I suppose it was another touchdown. They were all drinking while watching a football game on TV and behaving the way dominant men do.

"Get me another beer, Faggot!" One of them yelled across the room. He was drunk.

"Get me one too, Fag." They laughed at me knowing full well I would obey. My skimpy cheer leader outfit and five inch high heels put me in my place among these masculine, demanding jocks. The intimidation was overwhelming. Smacked on the ass every time I walked by. An endearing derogatory slur reminding me of who I am and what my role is in life. To serve big, strong, aggressive men. Fetching beer. Cooking food. Showing off my smooth, soft legs and bunns. Getting them all riled up and reminding them exactly what I was. A PussyBoi.

I brought back several chilled mugs fresh out of the freezer filled with cold brew. They grabbed at me, they grabbed at the mugs. Grabbing, grabbing. Spank.

"To the six, to the five, the four . . . Touch Down!"

I was tossed aside as the room erupted in testosterone. I carefully made my way back to the kitchen where I was safe from all that masculinity and roughhousing. This was a good time to prepare the tacos. They would be expecting me to serve them food and beer all night. As well as serve them in oh so many other ways. The lettuce and tomatoes were fresh from the farm. The cheese was divine. And I bought very lean beef at the grocery store. The men loved my cooking but I think they loved me more.

"It smells good in here." Joey and Steve walked in, startling me yet again. I turned around quickly and smiled at them. They both walked over, closing in. Joey in front, Steve behind me. I could feel him lifting my mini skirt. Joey grabbed my hand and placed it over his cock outside his pants. I gently caressed his manhood which made an indent in his jeans. A rather large indent. Steve pressed up against my ass. His manhood was just as firm. "It's going to be quite a party tonight."

They both pushed me aside and left the kitchen. Sometimes people ask me why I put up with such harassment and indignity but they just don't get it. Every jock in this house (aside from Billy, he's a bit of a jerk) will always stand up for me any time I am in trouble. I can't even tell you how many times I have been cornered by some bully who was ready to beat me to a pulp and suddenly fell to the ground while several of these men beat him into an unrecognizable pool of bigotry. And how many times my car would break down in the dead of winter, sub-zero temperatures and after one phone call have my car surrounded by pickup trucks, mustangs and warm blankets in less than 2 minutes. Or when I am very upset emotionally about anything a sissy might be upset about I am always surrounded (Yes, I use that word a lot. It is the perfect verb). These men do not harass me, they love me. They love me in their own way which others are unable to see.

"Get your ass in here, Faggot!"

"Yo, PussyBoi, food!"

"Now! It's halftime."

"Coming." Oh dear, they were getting all riled up. I picked up the serving platter and brought the tacos into the living room. Instantly, as usual, I was surrounded. Hands grabbing taco shells, hands grabbing my legs, hands grabbing my bunns. Spank. All kinds of groping. Oh, my.

They ate like starving wild dire wolves ripping and shredding, so disgusting. Spilling beer, not even considering using napkins, growling. I was going to be cleaning up all night for sure. I just got out of the way and stood against the wall with my feet together and hands behind my back. You have to be careful feeding these jocks. It's very easy to lose fingers and toes. Then, when the eating was finished . . .

They focused all of their attention on me.

I posed a frightened expression to get them even more riled up and quickly I was surrounded. Hands began grasping at me. A spank on my bunns. Fingers in my hair. Bulges began forming. I of course was locked in a CB-6000. One of them forced me to my knees while another pulled on my arms putting me in doggie. That's when the unmistakeable sound of flies unzipping filled the room. My legs were spread wide by a set of knees behind me, a large cock displayed in front of my face as the tip of another brushed against my hole from behind.

"Suck it bitch."

Just as I took the cock in my mouth I was entered from behind.

"Damn, I love fucking this tight ass. I never get tired of it."

He picked up the pace, fucking me with a steady rhythm as I sucked on the cock in front of me. I knew exactly how each one of these men liked to be pleased and I made sure they enjoyed my specialized and thoroughly practiced talents. Tongue twirls on the underside of the tip followed by another plunge down the shaft working in unison with the thrusting of the one fucking me.

"That's it, Faggot."

The others looked on, waiting their turn. This was going to go on all night and well into the morning. These men were always filled with maximum testosterone.

"When he's done I'm gonna fuck you so hard, Fag." One of them said.

"While you suck my Fat Boy." They all laughed while I ran my small lips up and down the current cock in my mouth.

Explosion.

"My turn."

I could barely take a breath before the first cock was replaced by another. I could tell the one fucking me was also close to eruption. His pace and heavy breathing was at full force. I gently tugged on the new cock in my mouth, just the way he loved it. One of my heels fell off due to the overwhelming thrusts. Then he too finished, pulled out and was replaced. Double teamed take 2.

On and on. Over and over. And finally when the last two were finished some three hours later the first two were ready to start again. It was the same every weekend. And now they made me come over on Wednesdays too. I knew it wouldn't be long till they had me just move in and this would go on all day, all night, every day.

Two weeks later I got the phone call . . .

"Pack your bags, Faggot. We're coming to pick you up."



Beer As An Excuse



A short story about a bisexual man and his neighbor next door.

*****

"We must be drunk," my neighbor said after he did a double-take over what I had just said, and while we had a lot to drink over the course of the day both at the golf course and afterward in my backyard, Jim wasn't drunk but using beer as an excuse and that was fine by me because so was I.

"So what? It's a truth serum," I said, giving a little slur of my own for effect before continuing my line of questioning. "You mean never - not one time in your life - you never had the urge to do it?"

"Nope," Jim said with a degree of confidence I had doubted when I first asked the question.

"You never had the urge to think about what it would be like?" I asked, and Jim shushed me while looking back towards the house where our wives were no doubt yakking, the air having gotten too cool for them out in the yard. "Never back in school? There was never a guy that you thought to yourself - I would like to suck his cock just to see what it would be like?"

"No. And you have?" Jim challenged, and although it was risking quite a bit to admit it, I used the beer as my fall-back in case this blew up in my face.

"Sure, and back in the day I did it a few times," I confessed while Jim's jaw dropped. "I don't regret it either."

"I think you're bullshitting me," Jim said while draining his beer and missing badly when he attempted to throw it in the waste basket. "Who's more macho than you?"

"Sucking a cock doesn't make you any less a man, and I contend that it's a perfectly natural thing to do, or at least consider," I said.

"Does Marcy know you're - that way?" Jim inquired. "She knows you did that?"

"Sure. Hell, she experimented with women back in the day too," I said, hoping my wife didn't mind that I threw her in like that but it was true, and if my neighbor knew that if my wife could ever get his wife in the sack she would in a heartbeat, but Jim's wife was not only cold towards him but toward everybody these days, and my wife had tried.

"Marcy?" Jim said, his interest piqued as much as mine did when that subject arose because I'm very open-minded. "Holy shit."

"You still contend that you would never suck another man's dick though?" I asked, and when he nodded I added, "And if another guy wanted to suck your cock you wouldn't let him?"

"Well, that's different," Jim said, putting on a little macho act that didn't fit his accountant look and personality. "You know what they say. A stiff dick has no conscience."

"So if I told you I wanted to suck your cock, that would be okay with you?" I said, taking a step towards Jim as I spoke.

"Yeah sure, go ahead," Jim said, knowing I wouldn't do it, but I grabbed him by the belt buckle and led him over around the side of the tool shed.

"What are you..." Jim mumbled after I moved him up against the shed and out of sight from anyone.

"Showing you how easy it is," I said, and when I started to undo his belt in preparation of dropping his pink golf pants, he started to realize that I was serious.

"No. Wait. Please," Jim said as his eyes bulged while I flipped open his belt, and there was actual terror in his eyes when he know that I wasn't kidding. "I can't - please don't Dave."

"Hey Jim, relax. I'm not going to hurt you. Far from it."

"Please," Jim whined as our eyes were glued in on each others - his were actually welling with tears in the moonlight, but I didn't need to see in order to flick open the hook that held his trousers up, and we could both hear them hit the ground.

"It's okay babe. I know why you're afraid, and it isn't because of what's going to happen," I said as I prepared to go down onto my knees. "It's okay. I've seen you naked before."

"What? How?" Jim asked, wondering how I had managed to do that even though he refused to take a shower at the golf club or even pee at urinals, but I've made getting to see people undressed an art form, and was already aware of why Jim was insecure and it only added to his desirability in my eyes.

"It's okay, and obviously I liked what I saw," I assured my forty four year old neighbor who was trembling like a kid on his first date. "You don't need to reciprocate either."

Our eyes were still locked into each other's, and even in the near darkness I could see him wince as I reached into the fly of his boxers and took hold of his penis, which seemed to be retreating in fright. As for me, I was in heaven, because while I know my men are attracted to other men because of their size, I'm not sure if there are many guys like I am about the subject because I love smaller guys.

"Nice," I whispered as my index finger and thumb massaged the timid little toadstool, and then I was going down to my knees, only letting go of Jim's dick long enough to ease his boxer shorts down.

Jim's knees were knocking together as I grabbed his dick again, giving it a couple of pulls with my right hand while rubbing his balls with my left. His nut sack had also shriveled up in fright, but knew that would change soon so I patiently rubbed the taut pouch before leaning forward.

Like sucking a thumb. That was what old Father Crump had told me that day after altar boy practice when he offered what he considered a gift to me, and Jim's cock was much like Father Crump's as far as size goes, although Jim was circumsized.

I let my mouth take in the modest toadstool and just sucked on it without moving my lips since there was little to work with, but as I suckled on his dick I could feel my neighbor start to relax and as he did things started to happen.

"Not so bad, is it?" I mumbled when I finally took my mouth off of his now-erect dick long enough to suck on his balls, which had loosened up nicely, but Jim was too busy squirming around against the wall of my shed to answer.

Some men are growers and others are show-ers and as I ran my lips down the length of his shaft and right down to the light brown curls above it I realized that Jim was neither. My wife had told me that Jim had a small dick - that information coming by way of his wife - and while I admit it was even smaller erect than I had imagined that didn't matter to me a bit and besides he was as hard as blue steel.

As my lips ran up and down his dick, toying with the tip of the glans before slamming my mouth down to the stump and sucking savagely on it as if I was trying to pull it off of him, I wondered how many sexual opportunities Jim had let pass over the years because of his insecurity and self-doubt, but my musings were interrupted when my neighbor seemed to be trying to shimmy up the wall of the shed.

He was cumming and trying to get away, but that wasn't about to happen. I leaned forward, pressing him against the wood while he clawed at my scalp, and then I felt his dick jerking in my mouth, sending volley after volley of his hot seed against the roof of my mouth and down my throat.

I was betting that even when his cold wife sucked his cock - IF she sucked it - she probably pulled away and finished him off by hand but that wasn't my style. I loved the sensation of a man ejaculating in my mouth, and even after Jim's seemingly endless orgasm ended I didn't let up.

Jim went limp but I was not going to let the night end yet so I kept sucking, wondering whether this middle-aged accountant was a one and done man or was able to rebound. It took a while, but I was patient, licking and sucking and stretching out that dick with my lips as far as I could and eventually my hard work was rewarded.

Jim got hard - not as rock hard as before - but hard enough, and when he came at long after it wasn't in the form of the machine gun blasts but more a lazy spurt or two, helped along by my twisting his hairless pouch roughly as he came, and then it was over.

"You okay?" I asked as I looked at my friend, with tears trickling down his cheeks, but all he did was nod before reaching forward to give me a hug.

"Thank you," Jim said softly, his voice more like a sob, but our moment was interrupted by the sound of the house's screen door sliding open and Jim's wife calling out for him.

Jim hurriedly yanked up his pants and got himself together, and seconds later we came around the shed while I talked about him being nice to offer to help me paint the thing come fall.

"You about ready to head home?" Jim's wife asked him, and he obiediently nodded, giving me a pat on the shoulder and thanking me for a great day.

"It was great for you. You beat me by three strokes," I reminded him, and then the not-so-happy couple were gone.

***

I assumed the wind might be kicking up outside and the storm we had been threatened with had arrived, but that sound that woke me up was not a branch hitting the side of the house but more a tapping, and when I climbed out of bed to see what was happening I saw a familiar face on the other side of the window.

I put on slippers and tiptoed out of the bedroom, grateful that our houses were secluded enough to allow me to go outside in my boxer shorts. Jim had a bathrobe on, and when I stepped outside and asked him what was wrong he started walking towards the tool shed.

"I came over before but when I was outside your bedroom it sounded like you and Marcy were - you know?"

"Yeah," I answered, tempted to tell Jim that after I told Marcy what had gone on in the back yard it made her so hot she practically tore me to shreds.

"Must be nice," Jim said wistfully while looking over at his dark house. "Anyway, I wanted - needed to come clean with you."

"How so?" I asked.

"Before. I mean way before, when you asked me whether I had ever thought about sucking a guy off? I was lying."

"Oh?" I replied, not surprised at all at hearing that.

"Not only hadn't I thought about it, but I had done it. A lot, but not lately. When I was young." Jim confessed, his revelations seeming to make him relax a little. "I was ashamed to admit it to you for fear you would think I was..."

"Bisexual is the word," I said.

"I was always afraid you would hate me if you ever knew, but hearing you tell me and then after what you did, I couldn't lie to you any more."

"It's okay," I said, putting my hand on his shoulder and giving it a squeeze. "I understand."

"I also wanted to tell you that ever since I moved in next door I've wanted to..."

"Go ahead," I said while watching Jim sweat.

"I've been very attracted to you," Jim finally blurted out. "When we started to play golf and you would change clothes and take a shower, I would sneak looks at you and want so bad to let you know how I felt, and maybe join you in the showers. Mad at me?" 

"No. Flattered is what I am. Obviously I had feelings for you as well. I think I proved that tonight," I mentioned and while I was tempted to tell him that I was very aware of him checking me out in the locker room I bit my tongue.

"Even tonight when you had to guts to do what you did, I was still so afraid that I almost ran away," Jim confessed. "You're so manly and well endowed compared to me and besides, I've got a self-image problem with my body."

"I don't know why," I told him. "I wish I was as trim as you are. There's guys at the club half you age that don't have your body."

"That's not what I mean," Jim said. "You know what I'm talking about. You don't know how much I've dreamed about being built like you instead of hiding myself all the time. I've wished that I was the kind of guy that people would notice - like you are."

"That's juvenile stuff. I'm not that shallow," I assured Jim. 

"This last time I was with a guy, or should I say tried to be with a guy about ten years ago, he laughed at me," Jim unloaded, taking a deep breath.

"What can I say? If we had to apologize for every jerk in the world we'd never get anything done," I explained. "Obviously, I didn't do any laughing."

"No, and it was one of the great experiences in my life," Jim said, he voice cracking as he spoke.

"So we're both good with everything," I said with a pat on this shoulder.

"No, not quite," Jim said, and then he added, "I know you were with Marcy before and all, so if you can't - I understand."

With that Jim went to his knees in the same place I had before, and after my boxers came down and I watched him bring my limp dick to his mouth I ran my hands through his light brown locks.

I'm not really well endowed, only a bit bigger than average, but I'm not a grower so maybe that was where Jim got his impression that I was something special. He found out the truth after lavishing a whole lot of pent-up love and affection on my cock and even though he was sucking a cock with my wife's pussy juices on it and it had been drained an hour earlier, he had me hard fast.

Jim might not have gotten a lot of practice lately, but you wouldn't have known it because he treated my cock like an artist. His tongue worked my foreskin like I wish my wife could, and the way he sucked on my balls, making snorting noises as he suckled on each of them like an animal, turned me on as much as the act itself.

When I came, and I tried to hold back as much as I could because he was getting very close to deep-throating me completely, he took it as eagerly as I had taken his seed, and I practically had to yank his mouth away after he continued to suck on my very dead dick long after I came.

"Don't think I ever had one that big before," Jim said after he rose and massaged his jaws, and although he was probably just saying it who doesn't want to hear it? "Out of practice."

"I'd hate to know what you're like in mid-season form," I kidded, quickly adding, "Of course, maybe I'll get to find out."

"Really?" Jim said as I lifted my boxers from the dewy ground, and then we felt the first drops of the expected storm along with the thunder from the distance.

"Why not? It's not like we have far to go if we want," I reminded him, and then he was scurrying home while I hustled inside myself.

***

"Okay, tell me all about it," my wife said when i got back to bed. "And don't leave out any of the details."

"Honey," I moaned as I climbed in next to her and felt her hand grab my sticky dick. "I'm tired."

"We don't have to get up tomorrow, it's Sunday," Marcy reminded me. "I love a good story."

***

Thank you for reading.



Beer Baron's Daughter



I met Barbra at a singles' dance. Dancing with her was exciting as I pulled her into me to feel her tits against me.

She didn't seem to mind.

I asked her if she would like to go for coffee after the dance. 

"Why don't you come over to my apartment instead?" she asked.

My cock stiffen a little at the very thought of my prospects for the end of the evening. 

Her dad and his family owned the local brewery. 

She fixed a pot of coffee when we arrived at her apartment. 

When she placed the two cups of coffee I looked into her low cut blouse and saw she wasn't wearing any bra.

Her D cups had large brownish pink nipples that were fully erect. 

I felt my tally_wacker begin to stiffen imaging to come.

Feeling a little embarrassed I excused myself to go to the bathroom.

As I lifted toilet seat to relieve my half hard dick, I glanced into the shower stall and saw hanging from the showerhead a fountain syringe with the most wicked enema nozzle attached. 

When I returned to the couch and sat down she smiled and said. "I enjoyed dancing with you tonight." I put my arm around her neck and she snuggled up to me. When I turned to look into her eyes she kissed me.

Then kissed her back and she probed my mouth with her tongue. I reached down to explore her breasts. 

"You never told me your name." she said.

"Jim, my name is Jim." I said.

"Well Jimmy, I have a problem. 

"She said."I really like you, but I found out today that I have been exposed to Gonorrhea."

"The Clap!" I exclaimed.

"That's right, so we can't go any farther tonight." She said. "I want to see you again, but I don't want infect you." 

After seeing that enema equipment in the bathroom I decided I should this woman was worth waiting for. 

We exchanged phone numbers and I kissed her goodnight at the door.

I didn't hear from her for a week and then my phone rang. "Hello."

"Jimmy, I have good news!" Barb said.

We went to a drive_ in movie the next evening. 

I had put up the top of my convertible for privacy. 

We watched the movie until the sun went down, then we began exploring each other body. 

"Let's do a getaway." She suggested. "I need to get away from town."

"I was wondering about the enema bag in your bathroom." I said.

"I will give you demonstration on the getaway." She replied.

My cock hardens in anticipation of our trip. 

We arrived at the motel and unpacked our luggage.

I sported a growing hard-on as Barbara hung her enema bag in the bathroom.

"I see I still have your attention on getting your enema baby." She said.

She made me kneel on the bed and proceeded giving an enema with large pink penis shaped nozzle. 

As the warm water filled my sigmoid Barbara began thrusting the nozzle in and out giving my prostrate little nudges.

"Oh...ahh... you're going to make me ...." I came all over the clean sheets on the bed.

"Bad boy, you came all over the bed and didn't even finish your soapy enema." Barbara teased. 

Although my first adult enema started awkwardly it Barbara assured this evening's sex would be better.

She prepared a large red bag of Epson salts solution and left it hanging on the shower curtain in the bathroom. 

"Jimmy, I want you to give me this time so I can demonstrate how it's done."

When I returned to the bedroom with the warm enema in hand.

Barbara was laying on her side with her big butt facing me. 

When she heard me approach she spread her voluptuous cheeks exposing her waiting anus. 

I felt my cock harden at the thought of fucking her ass.

As I inserted the enema nozzle deep in her ass, she groaned with pleasure.

"Give me just a little at a time, so I can enjoy it."

Watching the bag shrink as the enema filled her squirming hips; I fantasized what my next enema would be like.

The bag finally collapsed and she said. "Well, it's time to let this one go."

I pulled out the nozzle and she trotted to the bathroom holding her plump cheeks together. 

When she returned she lay down and a gave me a blow-job. 

Just about when I was ready to cum she took her mouth off my prick and gave it flick with her index finger. 

"Save your jizz for later, I have a special place for it."

"You better give a couple more enemas because I want to be nice and clean when you shoot you're cum up my butt." 

Barbara instructed "Make the next enema with a shot of shampoo in it." 

When she released the next enema I followed her in to the bathroom to watch her expel the muddy water. 

It was great fun watching and listening her release her enema. 

Squirting, farting, and straining Barbara released her second enema. 

"You're really enjoying this, are you Jimmy?" she asked. 

She filled another enema with plain warm water and we returned back to the bedroom and hung the enema bag from coat rack that she had brought to our room. 

Barbara lay on her back this time, raised her legs up in the air exposing her gaping rectum. 

I stuck the enema nozzle deep into her and she moaned with pleasure.

I started to sodomize her with plastic intruder; it's not over until the...lady farts.

She lowered her legs and exposed her moist pussy. 

Starting in that sensitive area between her vaginal lips and her anus

I gently touched her with the tip of my tongue. 

She purred as I slowly kissed my way up, and finally grasped her clitoris between my lips and started to suck as I slowly

Her large breasts she shook and screamed very loudly.

She continued cumming for another minute.

"Let's go out the Ranch tomorrow and we'll play water sports in the woods" she suggested.

I arrived early and took her jeep to a high valley on the ranch. 

We unloaded the jeep and put picnic basket under the shade of a large tree. 

Barbara threw a large quilt on ground and announced. "Enema Time Baby."

She removed two quart bottles beer from back seat and pink enema bag .

My dick hardens at the thought of giving her an enema.

"Get naked so we can play." She found a low branch and hooked a wire to it.

She hooked the pink enema bag to wire and reached for a quart of beer.

"Beer enemas?" I asked.

"You'll love 'em baby!" 

I filled the enema bag with warm and lubed the nozzle with cold cream.

Barb kneeled on the blanket and spread her butt cheeks wide open.

I buried enema nozzle in her ass and gave it a couple thrusts.

"Let me have the beer enema baby.!"

As the warm beer filled her bottom she moaned with sensual pleasure.

The bag emptied and I pulled out the nozzle.

She waits for a couple of minutes, got up, and assumed a squatting position.

"Time to let this beer go..."

A torrent of beer foam shot from Barb's gaping rectum, again, and again.

"Fill the bag again and give me another enema..!"

I inserted nozzle into to her thirsty ass and release the clip.

Her thirsty bowels drank a another quart of beer and she asked "Do you want to see my water cannon..?"

Before I could answer, she shot an arc of foamy beer into the air.

I greased up Spikey and buried my cock deep in Barbara's bowels.

"Oh.,.Oh. Fuck me...fuck me...baby..!"

I did..!

It's time for your beer enema Jimmy.

I dropped my pants and she lubed my asshole.

I kneeled with my head down and heard her pouring the beer into the enema bag.

"Spread those cheeks baby."

I felt the nozzle penetrate my rectum and flow of warm beer fill my bottom.

To my relief I heard Barb click the bag off, then I heard her filling the pink bag with more warm beer.

"No more beer...!"

"Well why don't you let it go so you'll have more room for more beer?"

She pulled out the nozzle and I squirted warm beer from my asshole.

By the time I had finished next beer enema I was feeling a little drunk.

"Feeling a little drunky Jimmy?"

I tried to stand up and fell back on my ass.

"Let that butt full go an we'll take a little nap.." 

When I woke up I saw big Boobed Barb standing over me wearing a wicked looking red strap-on dildo and holding a black whip in her hand.

I knew I was in trouble big-time...!



Beer Blast



Foreword: This is a work of fiction. None of the people in this story are real. None of these events ever happened. This story is nothing more than words that came from my imagination. Any similarity to any real people, places, or events is purely coincidental.

CAUTION: This story depicts acts of kinky sex known as "water sports," involving a male consuming the urine of one or more women. 

Operators of erotic story web sites, whether free or fee-based, have my permission to post my stories for public reading, provided that credit is given to "Hungry Guy" as the author, and as long as you don't make changes other than fixing typos. Even beware of fixing typos, for I occasionally use local slang and dialects that may be flagged by your spell checker. Thanks.

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I could hear the band three blocks away as I walked down the sidewalk, past the power tower, toward Fraternity row. The weather was warm for the first weekend in December, and everyone seemed to be in the mood for a party after returning to school from Thanksgiving break.

Although I wasn't often among the beer-chugging crowd, I went to one or two of these beer blasts each semester for fun. It was a Friday evening, and I had just escaped from my last class an hour ago. After stopping off at the dorm for a quick shower, I headed out.

After paying my five bucks to get in, I passed through the frat house to the back yard where the crowd was already well on its way toward a drunken stupor. Sloshing across puddles of spilled beer in the grassy mud through the crowd of guys and girls, I made my way to one of the tables and paid another dollar for a plastic cup filled with the cheapest, palest, panther piss ever to call itself beer.

Being one of the few frat houses that had a pool, it had a tiny cabana out by the side of the pool for changing and I caught a glimpse of a guy and girl sneaking into it. Good for them I shrugged, and continued to mingle.

I tried to talk to a few girls I knew from some of my classes, but it was near impossible to have a coherent conversation. God! Those speakers towered over me by several feet! I stood and watched the band play for a while, just grooving to the music.  

My roommate, the stereo-head that he is, showed me in Rolling Stone a few days earlier that their first CD just made platinum and a couple of big-time rock stations in New York and L.A. picked one of the tracks to be the next hit single.  

"If you go to that beer blast," he told me, "enjoy them up close and personal while you can."

The guitar player's fingers were just a blur on the strings, and I thought the drummers sticks would punch through those drums if he beat them any harder. The singer was hot--a tall beauty with long black hair in a satin-red dress that had a neckline that plunged to her bellybutton. And what a sexy, throaty voice! Tch, way out of my reach!  

After my second cup of panther piss, er, beer, I needed to take a whiz. One of the perks of being a guy was that I walked past the line of about ten females waiting to use the women's bathroom in the basement of the frat house. I walked down the steps that led from the back yard into the basement, and right into the men's room, did what I had to do, and headed back out again. The band had taken a break, and it was relatively quiet just then.

"Damn! That's not fair," a female voice slurred out.

Turning to see a vacant-eyed girl with shoulder-length brown hair in a beer-stained white tee-shirt swaying in the mud at the end of the line, I replied, "Huh? You talking to me?"

"I've been waiting five minutes and there's ten people in front of me. I can't hold it in no more!"

"Yeah, that sucks," I said.

"But you guys don't have to wait. It ain't fair!" She smacked my arm.

"Hey!" I rubbed my arm. I figured I'd try to gross her out and get away, so I said, "What do you want me to do about it--let you pee in my mouth in the bushes or something?"

Her eyes brightened. "Hey, yeah! That's sounds like a plan. C'mon!"

In that instant, she grabbed my arm again and pulled me through the crowd. She had to be kidding, but we made our way to the side of the frat house that was somewhat secluded in hedges.

"C'mon-n-n," she said as she wobbled in place. "I gotta go-o-o. What are you waiting for?"

"So pee if you gotta," I said. "What do you need me for?"

"I can't pee against the side of the house, asshole. C'mon! Get on your knees."

"What!" I gasped.

Before I could think, she pushed down on my shoulders and I got down on my knees. Then--I couldn't believe it! She dropped her jeans and slid her panties down her legs. I was staring straight into her crotch! And then she started walking bow-legged toward me. The two tiny mounds on each side of her dark slit buried in her muff hair jiggled with each step she took toward me. My cock suddenly came to attention, though I wasn't sure I was going to enjoy what was about to happen to me.

"Hey! Wait!" I stammered as I crawled backward on my knees.

"Don't be chicken, it ain't gonna kill you. Hell, I bet you'll like it. My last boyfriend did."

At that, I backed up against the side of the house, and she kept walking forward until she had her muff pressed against my face. "C'mon! Tilt your head back!" she demanded as she arched her back aiming her pussy at my mouth.

I took a breath, and then she did it! A stream of hot, salty liquid splashed against my tongue. It wasn't as awful as I thought it would be. It was relatively tasteless and I swallowed small gulps as she slowly peed into my mouth.

After she finished, I stood and spat the rest of her pee out while she pulled her jeans back up.

"Hey! Don't spit that out there!"

"What? You expect me to hold it in my mouth while I walk to the men's room?"

"No! Swallow it!"

"Swallow? Pee!"

"Yeah! You guys want us to swallow your cum! You can swallow my water."

"Well, I swallowed some of it."

"Okay, thanks," she said and walked away.

I waited for her to leave and then I made my way out from behind the bushes on the side of the house. It was then that the taste hit me. My mouth suddenly tasted they way I remembered a dirty restroom in a gas station once smelled. I made my way back to get another beer to get the taste of piss out of my mouth.

Mingling with beer in hand again, that girl whose pee I just drank caught my eye. She was walking toward me with another glassy-eyed girl, both carrying cups of panther-piss beer. I walked up to her--we practically had sex, and I didn't even know her name--and she leaned up against me, putting her hand on my shoulder, and whispered into my ear, "Karen needs to pee too."

"Uhm..." I stammered and checked out Karen. Super cute with short blonde hair and a tight green sweater showing her bare midriff.

"You have to! Look at the line," she said while pointing at the line that must have had at least 15 women standing in it. There were even three men waiting to use the men's room.

I shrugged, "Okay."

Karen and I headed off to the side of the house amongst the bushes again, while the first girl disappeared back into the crowd.

"How do we do this?" she asked in a slightly slurred voice.

Having established the procedure, I got to my knees and tilted my head back. "Uhm, just walk up to me," I said, shocked at myself that I was explaining to her how to use my mouth as her urinal.

"Okay," she said. She dropped her jeans and shuffled up to me with bowed legs, pressing her twat against my mouth like it was a urinal for females.

Again, it was over quickly. I stood and swallowed the last of her pee while she pulled her jeans up and left. She didn't even say, "Thank you."

Having near-oral sex with two women within a matter of minutes was a brand new experience for me. But I had the taste of a dirty restroom in my mouth once again. Then, urp! My stomach convulsed and a flood of yellowish puke gushed out of my mouth onto the ground against the house, leaving the most horrid taste in my mouth--worse than piss. By morning, I knew there would be more than this one puddle of puke around here, so I didn't worry too much about abandoning it there.

I stood there for a moment taking slow breaths to clear my throat, then headed to the men's room to take a drink of water. A few other guys at the sink gave me knowing looks--everyone knew that puking was an unavoidable consequence of attending beer blasts.

I figured my wow-meter was redlining after what had just happened, so at the top of the basement stairs I headed back into the house to leave. But someone grabbed my arm as my foot stepped into the doorway. "Hey!" Karen slurred, sloshing her beer as another girl gazed at me with vacant eyes.

"Uhm, I'm leaving," I said.

"No! You can't leave. I gotta pee again. And so does Cynthia."

I considered bolting, but Karen had a firm grip of my arm with both hands, and Cynthia just grabbed my other arm. "Okay," I said.

"Ewwww!" both girls said when they saw that puddle of vomit on the ground between the bushes that had become the ad-hoc girls' bathroom. I had forgotten about that.

"Now what?" I asked, relieved that I might get out of urinal duty.

"I know!" Cynthia said looking to the rear of the yard. "Over there."

It had become dark, and the back yard was lit by a few floodlights on the upper floor of the house. The line of females waiting to use the women's room was snaking halfway around the house by then. Karen and I followed Cynthia out back to where the crowd had thinned and entered that cabana by the canvas-covered pool.

Tiny, it was, too. Lit inside by a single bare bulb on the ceiling, it was just big enough for one vinyl padded bench pushed against one wall and a couple more square feet of floor space to stand and turn around in. A rusty pail and other junk were tossed in the corner.

"C'mon!" Karen said. "Hurry up! I gotta pee!"

I got on my knees and Karen dropped her jeans and panties once again.

Cynthia pointed to the bench and said, "Wouldn't it be easier if he lied on his back on that?"

"Okay, but hurry up!" Karen said.

I wasn't sure how that would make it easier for them, but I pulled the bench a little away from the wall on a diagonal and lay on it with my head at one end and my feet flat on the floor at the other end.

Karen walked around and straddled me, facing my feet. For a moment, she straddled my head between her thighs, giving me a close-up view of her ass and cunt as I stared straight up into her hairy crack. I hope she didn't plan to stand like that and pee on me.

Nope! A split second later, she sat. On my face. I suddenly couldn't breathe, and it felt like my skull would crack open any moment from the weight bearing down on it. Then she started to pee. Her stream of hot, salty piss splashed against my tongue and collected at the back of my throat. I managed to take a swallow while she peed, but it was painfully difficult to do so while holding my breath as 100 pounds of fem-ass rested on my face. My cock got hard again, and stayed that way.

She stood immediately after she finished peeing, and I swallowed the remainder of her piss then sucked in a lungful of cool air. I managed a couple more breaths before Cynthia took Karen's place on my face as I heard Karen leave.

As Cynthia also faced my feet, her ass cheeks were mashed against my eyelids and forehead while her pussy bore down on my mouth. My nose had slipped into Cynthia's anus, and she gave it a squeeze with her sphincter. I knew I'd need to need to wash my face when Cynthia was done with me. She relaxed her sphincter's grip of my nose, and she began to flood my mouth with piss. Again, I managed to swallow once while she peed, and then again after she stood.

I sat up and Cynthia said, "Thanks!"

She set her empty cup on the floor in a corner of the tiny room, reached into her purse, and jammed a dollar bill into the cup.

"What's that for?" I asked.

"A tip," she said and giggled.

Leaving the dollar in the cup, I was about to follow Cynthia when she opened the door and paused.

"C'mon, let's get out of here!" I urged.

"I think you got a waiting line," she said.

I peered out the door to see three women waiting in line. That first girl who used me (I still don't know her name) was second in line.

I bit my lip and tried to follow Cynthia back into the crowd.

The first girl in line grabbed my arm. "Hey!" she said. "You can't leave now! I gave up my place in line for the bathroom and been waiting in this line for five minutes!"

I sighed and went back inside the cabana. I looked at her. She was cute--short and skinny, with short ruby-red hair. I could sort of make out my reflection in the pinkish lenses of her wire-frame glasses.

"C'mon! I gotta pee!" she said.

Now where did I hear that before? I lay on the bench again exactly as I did a moment ago. She pulled her jeans and panties off and sat on my face like the two women before. Where did these women suddenly come from whom so easily show their bare bottoms and cunts to a guy they never met before?

The details were the same: my skull felt like it would cave in under her weight any second, she peed, I swallowed, she finished peeing, she stood, I swallowed again, she pulled her pants back on, and left. Oh--she also shoved a dollar in that cup.

That first girl with the brown hair who got me into this predicament came in right after that redhead left.

She took a seat on my face and said, "Ohh, this is a lot easier than standing up against your face."

With her 100-or-so pounds pressing down on my mouth and nose, I couldn't answer. She even added another dollar in the cup before she left.

The third girl in that line came in and--oh gross! I saw a smear of blood on her pussy lips just before she sat. She gave me a drink and another dollar.

Finally! I sat up to leave as she walked out the door--then another girl came in behind her.

"Where'd you come from?" I asked.

"Me? I've just been waiting in line."

"What? Wasn't that last girl the last in line?"

"No. There's about five people in line behind me."

"Five?" I sputtered.

"Yeah! Sure beats the line for the bathroom. God! There's got to be 20 people in line! Why don't they ever have enough bathrooms for women at these things?"

By then, I had to pee, myself. "Uhm, I've got to pee first, okay. Close the door."

Next to the pail in the corner was a rusty gas can that was a catalyst for cobwebs. It didn't seem to have been used in years and it was completely empty. I dropped my pants and slid my wiener into the cap opening. It felt weird to be taking a leak while a strange woman I never met before stood in the same room watching me pee, but considering what she was about to do to me, I guess it wasn't so strange after all.

I finished my business and got on my back once again. The band had just started to play another set while I got a face full of fem ass.

Holy shit! Something was dripping into my mouth, and it wasn't piss. I knew that taste. I smelled it every time I spanked the monkey. I lifted my arms up and tried to push her off. "Hey!" she giggled. My head was pinned under her ass, and I was completely immobile. I was stomping my feet on the floor and kicking against the bench, but that accomplished nothing. I reached over my head and back and tried to grab her by the buttocks and lift her off me. "Stop that!" she giggled again, then the piss began to flow.

There was nothing I could do but hurry up and swallow before she filled my mouth. I felt more nauseous from that one woman than from all the women before her--including the one having her period. As soon as she finished and stood, I jumped up and leaned over a rusty pail and puked--and not from drinking her piss. That made me feel a little better, but I still felt queasy, just knowing what else I swallowed in addition to her piss.

After she left, I counted five more women. Then another five women. Then I lost count. But, God! How come I never got lucky at one of these things? I had to swallow at least five pussy-loads of spunk, and I even lost count of that. After swallowing spunk from different women's cunts a few times, the few who were having their periods didn't seem so gross.

Every so often, I got up to pee in that gas can. It was still a weird feeling to have a strange woman stand there watching me pee while she waited for me to finish so that she could pee into me. That cup was jammed with dollar bills and someone had started a new cup with a couple of dollars in it.

The band had taken another break between sets, and it had become quiet again.

"How long is the line for me?" I asked one of the women who came to use me, since conversation was possible once again.

"The line for you is about 20 people."

"Holy shit! How long is the line for the regular women's room, then?"

"Uhm," she thought for a moment, "I guess about ten or so."

Wow! I didn't know what to make of the revelation that a majority of the women would prefer to use me instead of the normal bathroom. My stomach already felt bloated, and I had no idea how I was going to be able to consume all the fluid that was currently being stored in the bladders of ten women just outside that door.

A few more women used me, then--holy shit--a black woman came in. Of course, there's nothing wrong with black women. Just coming from a rural area, I never mingled with black people--never even knew any--though there were a couple of black kids in high school.

My first glimpse of her was of hair all in cornrows and braids, and wearing a bright purple sweater. The whites of her eyes gleamed brightly against her coal-black skin, though she didn't make eye contact with me. Like most of the others, she dropped her jeans and took a seat on my face. For a split second, I got a view of the utter blackness of her ass-crack between her dark brown cheeks, and the thin pink slit of her pussy shown brightly against her black hairy pussy lips. After that, it was all the same: she peed--I swallowed.

My stomach still felt bloated and I had no idea how I had managed to keep up with all the women who had used me so far. It seemed that I had been peeing in that gas can after almost every woman lately--so it was just flowing through me at that point. A few women later, one finished peeing and said, "I spent my last buck on beer, but I can pay you some other way. Okay?"

"Uhm, sure," I said, having forgotten that I was accumulating quite a stash of cash. She fell forward onto me, leaving me looking up at the ceiling past her twat still pressed against my chin and up through her ass crack. She unzipped my jeans and whipped out my, still hard, cock. At first, she licked and tickled my cock-head with her lips and tongue. After tasting the pussies of an army of women that night, I was on the brink of coming, though my cock was sore from being hard almost continuously since Karen and Cynthia used me at the start. Then, "Ah!" I gasped as she engulfed my cock with her mouth. She began to slide her lips up and down the length of my shaft, and that was all it took for me to explode into her mouth. I began bucking rhythmically as she rode me, grasping tightly onto my cock with her mouth.

After my last couple of grunts showed that I was empty, she released her lip-lock on my softening member and sat up on my chest and twisted her neck around to grin down at me.

"Wow!" I told her. "Thanks!"

"Sure," she shrugged, put her pants back on, and left.

A few more women used me. Then as one woman was peeing into my mouth, she started gasping, and jumped off me, spraying my face and drenching my hair with her piss.

"Urp!" she gasped and rushed out of the room. A moment later, I heard her, or someone, puking from around the side of the cabana to a chorus of "Ewwww!"s just outside the door. God! That was a close one!




Beer Blast



A little later, while licking my lips after a short-ish bleached-blonde was pulling her pants up, she said, "Hey, You're making out pretty good since the last time I used you."

"Huh?" I said. I didn't remember her using me before. I learned that night that there's quite a variety among pussies and asses. Some ass cheeks are vast expanses of cellulite and others are wee mounds. Some anuses are pinholes, and some are twisted knots. Some twats are thick with muff hair, some thin haired, and some are shaved. Some clits are no bigger than a pimple, and others hang down like little dicks. Some pussies keep their secrets tightly lipped, others hang loose letting the breeze flow through. Perhaps I could learn to recognize a woman just by her pussy and ass, but that's not a skill I had yet to master.

The blonde pointed to the corner and I sat up to see her pointing at three empty plastic cups overflowing with beer-soaked dollar bills.

"Yeah, wow, I guess I am," I told her.

"So, uhm," she said, "you wanna fuck?"

"Sure!" I said--what guy doesn't. I started to reach into my pocket. "I think I got a rubber in my wallet."

"I'm on the pill. You don't need no rubber."

"Great!" I said.

She straddled my hips and grabbed my cock. A moment later, she had impaled herself on me.

I felt myself so deep inside her what with her sitting on my cock like that. I swear the sight of her hairy crotch pressing down on my hairy crotch added another half-inch of penetration.

I leaned up a little and said, "Come down here and kiss me."

She pushed me back down with her palm and said, "No way! Just fuck me."

"Sure," I said.

I began lifting my buttocks up and down, sliding my cock in and out of her cunt. Man, that was exhausting work lifting her body up and down with every thrust.

That blowjob a while ago had satisfied me. Still, countless pussies pressed to my lips over the past few hours had overcharged me so much that the pressure built in my loins so fast that it didn't take much effort to reach the summit and explode in wave after wave of ecstasy.

She, too, began having an orgasm. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" she cried as I shot each wad deep into her pussy.

"Oh man!" she gasped as we came down from our mutual climax.

"You liked that?" she said as I was panting and coming down.

"Yeah!" Duh, what a question!

Sliding herself off my cock, she walked around and sat back down on my face again.

"Now clean up your mess," she said.

Oh shit! I had always imagined that sucking my own spunk out of a woman's pussy would be the grossest thing ever, but after sucking down unknown spunk from earlier pussies, I guess my own wasn't so bad after all. But I still felt queasy after she left.

Several women later, I caught a glimpse of a satin-red dress closing the door. While it was near impossible to recognize upside-down faces while lying flat on my back, there was no doubt about it--it was the lead singer from the band.

She lifted her dress up and pulled her panties down. A moment later, her ass was on my face. Her muff, from the brief view I got of it, was thick and black as it came down on my mouth. But instead of flooding my mouth, she whispered in that throaty voice, "Turn me on with your mouth, pissboy."

She gave my nose a squeeze with her rectum, and I began playing with her clit with my tongue. "Mmmmmm," she moaned as I licked and swirled my tongue around the tiny nub. With her pussy pressing down on my mouth, and her anus squeezing my nose, my lungs were screaming for air, but I persevered. I sucked the little nub deep into my mouth and beat on it with my tongue, flicking it back and forth like a punching bag.

"Oh God! Oh God!" she moaned as I continued working on her clit. My lungs were screaming in agony for air, but still I continued--sucking her clit rhythmically in and out of my mouth. If truth be told, I had a reputation, among the few girls I'd been with, for being good with my mouth. It didn't take much longer for her to start bouncing out of control on my face while I held her clit deep in my mouth with suction and stroked it gently with my tongue--evoking a quiver with every stroke.

"Holy shit, pissboy, you're a fucking genius with that tongue!"

She then fell forward, none too soon, as I felt like I would have passed out from asphyxiation at any moment. I had expected her to give me my second blowjob of the night after that, but after I caught my breath and before I could answer, she sat back up, positioned her twat over my mouth, and proceeded to empty her bladder.

The band started playing their next set soon after she left, but not as loudly as before since, presumably, it was so late. As the night went on, the pussies and asses became a blur. One woman came close to puking on me again, and ran outside just before tossing her cookies.

Another woman finished peeing, then immediately turned around to face the other way and sat back down on my face. What the fuck? With her back to my feet, I was staring into her hairy crotch while her ass pressed down on my mouth. What's she up to? Something quivered against my lips. Oh shit! No! Her anus puckered outward and downward. No! Please! No! Her anus puckered wide and oozed out a thick sticky mass into my mouth.

I reached up and tried to push her off me before she shit out another, but like before, I didn't have the leverage. A moment later, her anus puckered out again, and spat another turd into my mouth, nearly filling my mouth. How can one human being use another human being like this? Her anus puckered again, sliding another hot turd into my mouth, packing my mouth full of her excrement and forcing my cheeks to bulge out. I lay there in terror, now knowing what would happen to me when she pushed another lump of shit out her asshole into my already packed-full mouth. Would it force its way down my throat? Or would it force its way down my windpipe, choking me to death on human sewage? Did I have but a minute or two to live?

She grunted, and I felt that solid mass of shit in my mouth force its way down my throat. My gag reflex kicked in, but what with my head pinned under 100 pounds of ass, it accomplished nothing but agony. I slowly fought my gag reflex and forced my throat muscles to swallow. With my mouth still jam packed with her feces, I coaxed that mass stuck in my throat down into my stomach.

Then she did it again. She grunted and the pressure of shit in my mouth increased yet again, and more shit forced its way part way down my throat.

I forced myself to swallow again. By then, my lungs were screaming for air, and I knew I was seconds away from passing out. If I didn't die from suffocation, I figured I was as good as dead anyway. What was that saying--"Eat shit and die?"

Then she stood. I jumped up and spat her shit out into that pail--at least what shit I didn't swallow. I turned to face her and stood there panting, catching my breath.

She dropped her eyes, then looked back up at me. "I'm sorry! I had to go so bad and I couldn't go and get back in line for the other bathroom."

A million thoughts and emotions were spinning through my head--fear, anger, confusion. I was grasping at what to say while she left and the next woman entered.

"Pee-uuu!" She waved her hand across her face. Glancing at the door, she added, "Did she take a shit?"

"Yeah," I answered, tasting the odor of shit as I spoke.

"Oh? You do that too? I hope your hepatitis shots are up to date."

"My what shots?" I asked.

"Oh, nothing. Well, I only have to pee."

"Just a sec," I said and kneeled down to the pail and tried to puke. I felt nauseous but I couldn't force my puke up after trying for a couple of minutes.

"C'mon and puke already!" the girl watching me said. "I gotta pee bad!"

"Just hold on!" I snapped. I pissed in that gas can--and took my time about it, too. Isn't it women who so decry how men often view women as sex objects?

Despite the shitty taste I couldn't get out of my mouth, I laid back down on the bench for her. Maybe the taste of her piss would replace the taste of the shit.

It didn't; it just added the taste of piss to the taste of shit.

A few more women used me. Then it happened. The woman sitting on my face, streaming her hot pee against my tongue, went "Urp! Ahhhch," and I suddenly felt my shirt and upper arms soaked. I instinctively reached to wipe my chest and got a handful of sticky, gooey mess. With my nose up her rectum, and my mouth under her hairy twat, I couldn't smell the puke that I was soaked in.

But when she stood to leave, the rancid odor of fresh vomit evoked the natural reaction in me, and I barely made it to the pail in time to puke my guts out. I only hoped that the shit that that previous woman had fed me came up with the mess, though I couldn't tell.

That done, I yanked my shirt off of wiped my chest and arms off as best I could with the clean back side, and tossed it in the pail with the puke.

"You okay?" the woman waiting for me asked. I turned to see that it was that cute redhead with the rose colored glasses who had used me back in the beginning. Holding her beer, she was visibly swaying back and forth and almost tripped while standing in place, but caught herself before she fell.

It occurred to me that maybe--just maybe--this being a human toilet might pay off for me. This girl was cute, and maybe I could get talking to her--get her number--or even go home with her later.

I smiled at her. "Yeah. I'm okay. I just had to puke."

"Good, 'cause I gotta pee so-o-o bad!"

So okay, I'll let her pee and then try and talk to her again before she leaves.

"C'mon!" she said a little testily. "I gotta go-o-o!"

I lay back down on the bench and she quickly pulled her jeans and panties down and sat on my face. Oh shit! Her pussy was dripping spunk into my mouth. Someone beat me to her--the bastard!

But instead of leaving, she pulled my pants down, letting my cock point to the ceiling once again, and swung a leg over my hips.

"Hey! You going to fuck me?" I asked.

"Yeah, don't you wanna?"

"Sure, but let me put on a rubber first." I reached into my pocket once again to get that rubber.

"I put my cervical cap in before I came. Fuck that rubber shit!"

No sooner had I said, "Ok," she grabbed my member and sat herself down onto me, swallowing my cock with her pussy.

Once again, I began lifting my buttocks up and down, sliding my cock in and out of her cunt.

"Let me see your tits," I said as she rode me like a bucking bronco.

She rolled her top up over her breasts and then lifted her bra as her tittles jiggled free.

Her nipples were tiny red dots on no bigger than pimples on her perky little college-girl breasts.

"You like 'em?" she asked.

"Yeah," I said as I reached up to gently squeeze her nipples with each of my hands. I rolled her tiny nipples, that grew to not-so-tiny nipples in my fingers. And I continued to thrust my hips up into her as she sat on me.

It took longer this time, and was exhausting work, but I still came nonetheless.

While filling my second pussy with my spunk that night, the thought hit me--what if she wants me to clean her too?

Well, if I could just go home with someone that night, it'd be worth it.

I felt myself deflating insider her after I shot my load, and of course, she sat back on my face. "C'mon, clean me up now!"

At least it didn't seem as sickening as the first time. As she was pulling her pants up, I said, "So, how about meeting up later?"

"I don't think so," she said.

"Why not? We could have more fun tonight."

"You're not my type," she said and quickly left.

"Shit!"

A little later, the band stopped again and I asked the woman whose pee I just drank how the party was going.

"It's winding down," she said before staggering out the door to let the next woman in line in.

A few women later, I saw that satin red dress again. When she's a famous rock star, I'll have the memory of having given her an orgasm with my mouth and having drunk her pee direct from her twat while she sat on my face--what a souvenir. I also decided that it would remain my secret--that I wouldn't run to the paparazzi with the account after she's famous. I thought about saying something witty to her, but I ran out of time before her ass was planted on my face.

I licked my lips after she stood, and swallowed the rest of her pee, then she looked down at me and said, "You look like a mess, pissboy. Smell like one, too."

"Well," I stammered, "this one girl puked on me, and another took a shit in my mouth, and my stomach feels like its going to burst from all the piss I drank." We stared at one another for a few seconds, then I dropped my gaze and added, "I'm fucked, ain't I?"

She grinned down at me and said, "Not yet."

"Huh?"

"You're done for the night." She held out her hand. "C'mon! Let's get you cleaned up."

"Uh..." I stammered.

Glancing down at the three cups overflowing with cash, she said, "Don't forget your tips."

"Yeah, right," I mumbled and grabbed the soggy cash out of the cups and shoved it all into my pocket.

She took my hand and opened the door.

"Hey!" the first few girls in line yelled out as we exited the cabana.

"Sorry girls," she said. "The ladies' room is closed for repair." Walking through the back yard, I wondered where she was taking me. It was certainly a thrill to see guys I knew from class gawking at us, especially considering that I was lacking a shirt. And I wondered what kind of explaining I would owe my roommate later that night as we walked right past him--I imagined hearing the "thunk" of his jaw hitting the ground just then.

After walking down a short path to a parking lot for the frat house residents, she brought me inside a huge motorhome while the band members loaded their stuff into cargo holds underneath.

Winding our way to a bedroom in the back, she pointed me to a tiny bathroom and said, "Shower."

I dismissed my amazement that an up-and-coming rock star would want to help a shit- and puke-faced pissboy--I was just grateful to get a hot shower without having to walk back to the dorm half-naked, drenched in puke, and literally smelling like a filthy gas station bathroom.

I lost track of the time. I washed, and rinsed my mouth, and washed my hair, and gargled, and washed my hair, and gargled, and washed, and washed, and washed. I swear I also pissed a gallon in the shower. I must have been in that shower for a half an hour when she came into the bathroom and peeked into the shower stall.

"Ack!" I squealed.

"Just checking that you're still alive."

"I am," I said as my voice cracked. Despite my situation not too long ago, I still felt awkward to have a strange woman staring at me while I was naked.

"Good! I'm joining you."

"Oh-kay," I stammered. That throaty voice of hers was just so-o-o sexy. I then realized then that she was naked too. She stepped into the tiny shower stall with me. It was a tight fit. And what a body! Her breasts were nice and full, with thick puffy nipples aimed straight at me.

"Sorry I couldn't join you sooner, but I had to help the guys load the bus."

"No problem," I said. What else could I say?

"But since you're clean now, why don't you wash me?" At that, I realized that she did have a certain odor to her. She reached down and handed me a bar of soap. I suppose it's an understatement to say that performing on stage tends to make one perspire.

Before long, we were both clean and odor-free. We were also in bed together.

Our arms and legs were tangled together, and our mouths locked as we wrestled tongues.

After we had thoroughly exchanged saliva, she disengaged and crawled around and climbed on top of me with her thighs straddling my head and her head at my crotch.

"I hope you're not sick of kissing pussies, but if you eat mine again, I'll make it up to you."

I couldn't say, no. And I don't think I'll ever be sick of kissing pussies, anyway. I dove in. I found her clit and sucked it so hard that I made her come quicker than most guys come. I continued to tease her clit, making her body quake with every flick of my tongue. Men don't have much power over women, but I loved having a skill that gave me such power over them in one small way.

"Wow!" she panted. "How do you do that?"

"I just do," I told her ass.

Then I knew it was my turn when I felt her engulf my cock in her mouth. After a night of having my face squashed by countless pussies and asses, I still felt primed despite all the orgasms I had that night. At least I wasn't on a hair trigger any more; and I was glad that she had to work on me for a while before I filled her mouth with my spunk.

She continued to suck until I was fully drained. She swallowed, then she rolled onto her back and said, "Fuck me, pissboy."

"With pleasure," I said as I mounted her and slid my cock between her legs.

Her pussy was still wet from my sucking, and I slid my cock inside her easily. She gasped as I began to thrust in and out, in and out. This time, I had to do the work to make myself come, especially to make me come a second time in a row, but it was worth the effort when we came together after a few minutes of exertion.

"Gaaaa!" I screamed as she dug her nails into my back while our bodies rocked together.

Finally exhausted, I fell off her and we kissed as we began to doze off to sleep with all our limbs entangled together once again.

Then the bus started to move.

"Hey!" I said, coming suddenly awake.

"Don't panic, pissboy," she whispered in my ear in that throaty voice--that sexy, throaty voice. We have another gig tomorrow night. I'll get you back to school by Monday morning, all fresh and clean. Promise."

"Well," I grinned. "If you promise."

"But I could sure use my own fuckboy and pissboy. You might not want to go back to school."

She's right. Being a sex-toy to a female rock star? I just might not want to go back to school.

* END *



Beer Busts: Suds, Songs & Sex



NOTE: All of the names in this story have been changed to protect everyone who participated. If you were there and read this story, you will certainly recognize yourself, even under a pseudonym. If you were not there, I hope you wish you were! I partially described part of what follows in "Hiding the Cum," but this is the complete story.

Back in the dark ages when I was in college, fraternities, sororities, and dormitories were required to have housemothers - older women, often widows, who were employed to reside in apartments in the living unit. Basically they were supposed to be chaperones and prevent "bad" things from happening, particularly to "their girls," although they also sometimes planned meals and served as hostesses for formal gatherings. Some housemothers lived year-round in their apartments. Fortunately our housemother had her own house in another city, and she only lived with us when she was required to do so by university regulations.

I pledged a fraternity in August, just before beginning my freshman year at the university. I was interested in the friendships the fraternity provided, and I knew that joining a fraternity would provide me with an active social life. Because I was an inexperienced, eighteen-year-old virgin, I also hoped the fraternity would help me to finally have a sex life. In this it succeeded beyond my wildest expectations! 

My first time was at one of our official social events. However it was my attendance at organized social drinking activities, not formal dances, that began my lifelong instruction into learning how to make love to women. That portion of my life remains fresh and vivid in my memories.

My fraternity provided its actives, pledges, and a handful of carefully-selected female guests with truly outstanding outdoor drinking parties, called beer busts. There were several secrets to their success, the most important of which was the location where they were held. Several years before I pledged, somebody in the fraternity had befriended Jake Perkins.

Jake was at least sixty years old. He had a huge, sprawling ranch about twelve miles from town. It took more than twenty minutes to drive there from our fraternity house. Jake allowed our fraternity - and nobody else insofar as we could determine - to call ahead and "schedule" our beer busts on his land. He would arrange to leave a remote gate in his fence open, and we would enter his ranch there, then follow a dirt trail to a grove of trees where we would park. It was a hike of about a quarter of a mile to the bottom of an old riverbed where we partied.

We always built a large fire and set our kegs of beer and coolers full of soft drinks on a dry, flat sandbar about twenty yards wide and at least a hundred yards long. The riverbed was at least ten feet below ground level at this point, and the trees along its edges gave us nearly complete privacy. Jake's house was several miles away, and it was the closest occupied dwelling. No matter how loudly we screamed, yelled, or sang, the sound couldn't reach anyone else's ears. Well, they did reach Jake's because he usually drove up in his truck and joined us for a few beers. He also stood just beyond the light of the fire and watched the sexier side of our parties. I even saw him beat off a couple of times. But I digress. Back to the beer busts.

Before it got dark, several of the brothers would drive to the site in a couple of vehicles. Using a four-wheel drive jeep, they would haul the heavy kegs and soft drinks to the sandbar. Jake always helped by gathering a huge pile of fallen tree limbs for us, and these he left for near where we had our fires. Those who arrived early got everything set up, and then they climbed out of the riverbed and enjoyed a fantastic sunset as they drank a beer or two. Everyone else, including Jake, arrived about an hour later, just after it was really getting dark.

Long before the concept of "designated drivers," our fraternity utilized them. There were usually between a quarter and a third of our members who didn't drink, but they enjoyed attending the beer busts for the comradery, the singing, and, of course, the company of the women. Unknown to me when I pledged, they also enjoyed the uninhibited public sex.

At each beer bust we had an area just beyond the reach of the fire which was officially designated the "Pussy Pisser." Here the women could urinate in relative privacy. The men just wandered off in the opposite direction, unzipped, and let fly. A slit trench, toilet paper, and shovel were also prepared before it got dark. Appropriately called the "Turd Trench," it was available to both sexes, although it usually went unused.

This much I learned before I actually attended a beer bust. Later I learned much more from Big Tom, the active who was my Pledge Father. There were two men named "Tom" in the house, but "Big Tom," also called "B.T.," was over six-feet four- inches tall - hence his nickname. The other was called "Little Tom" or "L.T." Although B.T. was reasonably well-endowed, his nickname did not refer to his genitals. Actually his and mine were about the same size - a fact that was useful later when we shared the same woman.

B.T. explained to me that our fraternity beer busts were organized into three stages. During Stage One, the actives, pledges, and women whom several actives were "seriously" dating were present. ("Serious" sometimes meant "willing to put out," but most of the "serious" women were engaged - or nearly so - to one of the brothers.) We drank beer and soft drinks, sang fraternity and folk songs, but kept everything reasonably tasteful and respectable. A few guys usually got drunk, but that was tolerated as long as they remained happy and funny. Whenever somebody either turned sullen or lost control, one of the drivers would take him back to the fraternity house to sleep it off.

I attended my first beer bust in mid-September, about three weeks after I pledged. B.T. informed me that I would not be able to stay for the entire event, but that once I was initiated I could stay later and enjoy Stage Two - and eventually Stage Three. I was surprised by the number of people standing around the fire. There were more than sixty men and about a third that many women. As people began to drink beer, there was a lot of kissing and some groping, but everyone remained fully dressed. One woman got drunk, and rather than walk to the Pussy Pisser, she pulled her shorts and panties off, squatted, and pissed into the sand in full view of everyone. I had never seen a woman urinate, and I couldn't help staring. Heck, I was a virgin, and I had never even seen a woman's furry crotch before!

As I quickly found out, Stage Two would usually begin around 10:00 p.m. Pledges had to leave, as did anyone escorting women who were attending one of our beer busts for the first time. People "earned" the right to stay for Stage Two by attending at least one prior Stage One. The reason, B.T. informed me, was both simple and obvious: We didn't want to shock any poor, sensitive souls by what we did in Stages Two and Three. So that first time I was among about thirty men and a dozen women who left the party, wondering aloud exactly what was going to happen that we weren't supposed to see. Our ignorant guesses didn't come close to the truth.

I received a hint later that same night about 3:30 a.m. when I left the sleeping dorm to take a leak. The "Woman on the Floor" flag was hanging from the ceiling, warning us that we should not go wandering around naked - as we were inclined to do, particularly in the middle of the night. It was usually hung when our families visited or when we had in-house parties. These were the Dark Ages of several decades ago. According to university regulations there were not supposed to be any women in the house unless our housemother was present. Mrs. Farleigh was gone until Saturday evening, and so I wondered what was going on. I was just a pledge, and I still had a lot to learn!

I figured out the reason for the hanging flag as I passed one of the rooms. I heard a rhythmic, wet, slapping sound. I stopped in front of the door and listened as the pace got faster and faster. Within a couple of minutes I heard a woman's voice cry out, "EE! EE! EE! EE! EEUUH!" Then a man let out a couple of loud groans, and immediately the women yelled, "GOD! OH! YESSS! AAAAAH!" Sexually naive as I was, I recognized the sounds of a man and a woman fucking. The sounds made me hard, and even with a full bladder it took a long time to switch my penis from ejaculation-mode to urination-mode as I stood over a urinal. I finally drained my bladder and returned to the sleeping dorm. I stopped and listened for more sex sounds, but the room was completely silent.

My second hint came less than four hours later when I got up early to study. I left the sleeping dorm, picked up my bathroom gear from my room and headed for the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel around my waist. I thought everybody else was sleeping since the hall was deserted and the entire house was dead quiet.

Our bathroom on the second floor was an open room, with two toilets and three urinals along one wall, and with sinks along the other. There were no dividers to provide privacy. As I stumbled in, I saw a woman sitting on one of the toilets. All she was wearing was a man's shirt. She had a strange, puffy look about her face. I could see the outline of her breasts and the dark, round shape of her areolae through the thin cloth. She smiled at me as a turd splashed into the toilet beneath her.

"Hi! I'm Kelly!" She said. "I really had to go!"

I froze in my tracks and stared at her. I must have looked really stupid. Intellectually I knew that women used toilets, but somehow I had never imagined what it would look like to see a woman actually taking a shit. Perhaps it would have been less of a shock if I'd had a sister. But I stood there staring as another turd hit the water, accompanied by a loud fart. Kelly blushed and grinned at me.

"I. . . I . . . I'm Don." I managed to blurt out.

I recognized her, even without her makeup. She had been one of the women at the beer bust, and she had been allowed to remain after I had left. Before I could say anything else, the bathroom door opened behind me, and another woman walked in. She was also wearing nothing but a man's shirt, and she had the same look on her face that Kelly had. Her legs, which I could see almost to her crotch, were terrific. Her breasts bounced under the shirt, and her nipples made little tents in the fabric.

I finally looked at her face. I recognized her: Rachel. She had been B.T.'s date the night before. She pulled up the shirt and sat down on the other toilet. I caught a brief flash of her pubic hair. She began to urinate very loudly. "Hi, Don! Hi, Kelly!" She said. She turned to the woman on the toilet next to her. "You just barely beat me out to be The Holder! Was it as great as it looked?"

Kelly glanced at me, then turned back to the woman sitting next to her. "It's incredible, Rachel! You know I set a new HFR! Scott brought me back here after doing seven after him, and . . ." What the heck was the "HFR" I wondered?

Rachel glanced at me and she suddenly began to giggle. Kelly turned toward me, and she giggled, too. I looked down, and my penis was tenting my towel. I felt my face burning, and I turned and took my stuff next door to the shower room. I decided I could shave later. As I hung my towel on a hook, I heard both toilets flush.

Fortunately the shower was empty, and I turned on one of the six shower heads and then began to stroke my penis. I was incredibly hard, and I knew it wouldn't take long to relieve my tension. Then I heard someone else coming into the towel room adjacent to the shower room, and I stopped jerking off. A few seconds later both Kelly and Rachel joined me in the shower.  I had never seen a naked woman before, and suddenly there were two of them in front of me. Both had perky, bouncing breasts and trimmed triangles of curly, dark pubic hair. They were laughing and giggling as they soaped themselves, but I couldn't hear much of anything. As I stared at them I could feel my penis getting harder and harder. It felt as if it would burst. There was a loud hammering sound in my ears. My balls began to throb as I stared at their bodies. I could feel my heart pounding in my erection and my penis began to feel like it was burning. My balls started throbbing painfully.

Rachel suddenly reached out and took hold of my penis, and said something to Kelly about how hard it was. Taking a shower with a naked woman had been one of my most frequent erotic fantasies, and the inevitable happened. I immediately ejaculated directly onto Rachel's arm. She laughed, and pointed my penis up. She leaned forward and I shot several bursts of cum into the air, most of them landing on her breasts. I groaned with each one, and just when I thought I was done, Rachel leaned down and gave my balls a little pull with her other hand, and a final, huge shot of cum blasted out of my penis, hitting Rachel on the chin, just below her mouth.

Rachel laughed and released my rapidly deflating penis, and she quickly rinsed my cum from her body. I turned away from the women and cleaned myself off. Both women were giggling and laughing again. Every time I looked at them they were staring at me. They both had huge grins on their faces.

I finished as fast as I could, and as I squeezed past the women to get out of the shower, Rachel grabbed me and kissed me on the cheek. "You're a bit quick on the draw, stud, but you sure blast it hard! And so much!" Her wet breasts rubbed against my arm as I slipped past her. I could feel her nipples burning against my arm for several minutes after I got dressed.

I was fully dressed and standing in the hall when the women left the shower. Each was wrapped in a towel. Rachel blew me a kiss and headed for B.T.'s room at the other end of the hall. Kelly bounced past me and entered the room where I had heard the mating sounds during the early morning hours. She turned, pulled her towel off, and wiggled her breasts at me as she stood naked in the doorway! She was grinning as the door closed. I had no idea that there were women who were so completely uninhibited! Did this happen every weekend in the fraternity? If so, my sexual education was certainly going to be speedy! When I turned to move, I realized I was completely erect again.

I went down to the kitchen and got some cereal. The house began to wake up, and my pledge brothers and I did our usual Saturday morning housecleaning. Although I never saw her, I found out that another woman had also spent the night. Both Rachel and Kelly ate lunch with the men in our dining room, and I kept glancing at them, remembering how they had looked without their clothes. They giggled and blushed when they caught me staring at them.

Shortly after the women left, B.T. led me into his room. He laughed as I sniffed. "Cunt juice! Pussy milk! Cream of twat! Pecker Polish! Smells terrific, doesn't it? Don't worry. You'll get some of your own soon enough!"

"I thought we could get social probation if we got caught with women in the house." I naively remarked as I tried to change the subject.

"Yeah, we could. But last night Mrs. Farleigh was away, so she couldn't find out and turn us in. And the campus gestapo only checks the fraternities on Saturday nights. We decided a long time ago that there's not much risk in having women sleep over on a Friday when our housemother is away. That's one reason why we schedule beer busts on Fridays." B.T. replied.

B.T. said that Rachel had told him about seeing me in the bathroom, and that he had sent her down to shower with me. Bringing Kelly along had been her idea. "They both thought it would be fun, you being a virgin and all. Did Rachel really jerk you off?"

I blushed and nodded, and B.T. laughed. "You impressed her! She came back in here and rode me until I almost wore out! She said you must have shot out a cup of cum!" For some reason that comment amused him, and he laughed. The reason this was funny wouldn't become clear to me for several months.

I felt myself getting hard again as I tried to imagine what B.T. was describing. I could picture a naked Rachel sitting astride me with her breasts bouncing, my penis in her pussy, as she made those sounds that I'd heard Kelly making. As soon as I left B.T.'s room, I went to my own room, locked the door, and beat off into a mound of toilet paper.

About a month later I attended my second beer bust. Since I was still a pledge, again I had to leave around 10:00. In the meantime B.T. had told me what happened in a Stage Two, and it really wasn't all that terrible, although the fraternity felt it wasn't appropriate for the uninitiated. That night there was only one woman - neither one Kelly nor Rachel - who spent the night in our house. According to B.T., the weather had been too cold to go to Stage Three, and that was the main reason there weren't more women sleeping over. He wasn't allowed to tell me what happened at a Stage Three beer bust, but he certainly had my imagination working overtime!

I didn't actually lose my virginity at a beer bust. The fraternity had a Halloween party, and since I was a pledge without a date, I was required to guard the upstairs bathroom in case one of the many women at the party found the one-hole official ladies room on the first floor occupied. My "duties" consisted of making certain that the bathroom was empty, allowing one or more women inside, then "guarding" the door to give them privacy. Their piss certainly smelled different from what the guys did!

Down near the end of the hall there was something going on. Men would go in, one at a time, then come out a few minutes later. There were usually three men in the room at the same time, with one or two more waiting in the hall. Because of the loud music coming from the party, I couldn't hear what they were doing. But the guys waiting in the hall were laughing and joking with each man who came out.

After about an hour of guarding the bathroom, B.T. took pity on me. He took over my spot in front of the bathroom and sent me down to the room at the end of the hall. I didn't have to wait. I walked in, closed the door, and was almost overwhelmed by a familiar smell. Pussy juice! Pecker Polish!

A mattress had been placed on the floor. Atop it was a naked blonde woman, lying on her back. One of my pledge brothers, who was also naked, was between her legs with his hips going up and down. "Fuck me hard, Baby! Oh yeah, fuck me! Oh! Oh!" She cried. My pledge brother groaned and trembled, obviously having just ejaculated. There was a naked active standing ready.

"Get undressed!" He ordered as he climbed on top of her. "As soon as I'm done, you're next!" He was wearing a condom, but I scarcely noticed. My attention was on the naked women lying spread-eagled on the floor.

I quickly undressed, tossing my clothes onto a nearby chair. My pledge brother dressed and left. Another man quickly entered the room and stripped off his clothes. The man ahead of me finished, and I moved closer so that I could finally lose my virginity. The blonde woman stopped me. "You gotta put on a rubber!" She muttered, and she pointed to a nearby box of condoms. The blonde helped me put the prophylactic on my penis. The man ahead of me left, and immediately the door opened and another man came in. "Hurry up, stupid!" The blonde said. "I'm almost ready to cum!"

I leaned down and the blonde grabbed my plastic-wrapped prick and put it at the entrance to her vagina. I was rock-hard as I stared at her crotch. Her womanhood was an incredibly wet slit of maroon folds of skin surrounded by blonde pubic hair. I pushed forward and felt her vagina clasp my penis as I entered her. The feeling was beyond pleasurable, beyond anything I had ever imagined.




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As soon as I felt her pubic hair against my crotch and balls, I ejaculated into the condom. Mine was probably the fasted fuck on record. I went all the way in - and bam! I groaned five or six times as cum shot out of my penis, then I immediately became soft. The blonde laughed out loud. As I pulled out of her, she grabbed the sticky condom which was still hanging from my limp penis. "Good God! If you'd put all that in me, I'd be pregnant for sure!" She giggled. She pulled the condom off me with a wet smack. "I'm keeping this one!" She said. "I've never seen so much in one fuck - and never so fast!"

The guy behind me was an active, and he pushed past me and began to pump in and out of the blonde. Her large breasts bounced around as she moved. By the time I was dressed, they were both grunting and groaning in time with his thrusts. I left the room, and another man quickly entered. Was that all there was? It had felt terrific, but it had been much too fast! I heard the blonde scream, so I knew that she had gotten more out of sex with my successor than either she or I had with my first fuck! 

B.T. was waiting for me in front of the bathroom. "Did you lose your cherry?" He asked.

"Yeah, but I only got in one stroke and then blasted into the rubber!" I whispered. "How the hell do you go longer than that? And why is she fucking guy after guy?"

"Practice, practice, practice - to answer your first question!" B.T. answered. "As to the other, she's a 'Seas.'"

"A what?"

"Seas. Cee - Cee - Ess. Covered-Cock-Slut. She'll try and fuck as many guys as she can as long as they wear protection. You were about number twenty tonight."

My mouth fell open, and B.T. laughed. "There are a couple of dozen Seas who like to come to our parties and fuck the guys. They're all coeds, mostly from three particular sororities. Some nights we have a half-dozen in various rooms. Tonight we only have two. The other one's on the first floor. You need to go back on bathroom duty or you could try her out, too. Maybe you could last longer in her! Rachel claimed she just barely touched you before you launched! I guess she was telling it right, huh?"

B.T. laughed as he walked away. I spent the rest of the evening guarding the bathroom, remembering how the blonde's pussy had felt in my brief first fuck. I could even remember the strong pussy smell. Most of all I could remember the incredible feeling of her pussy squeezing my penis! And her pubic hair had tickled my balls!

That first fuck was completely different from what I had imagined it would be when I masturbated. I had pictured myself poking my penis at a naked woman's hairy crotch until I finally found the right hole. I wondered how I was supposed to get the right one? What if I tried to push into the wrong one? In my masturbation fantasies I always ejaculated before I actually got inside my fantasy woman. Maybe that's why I shot my load so fast.

In late January my pledge class was initiated, and we officially became active "brothers." In March I attended my next beer bust, and this time I got to stay for Stage Two. Things really began to get crude. Guys took turns telling tasteless jokes, usually with overt sexual implications. Everyone - men and women - listened as the storyteller spun his yarn, and then we screamed and yelled if it were truly disgusting. And then there were the songs.

Over the years the fraternity had assembled a collection of some of the most vile songs every put to music. Most were sung to familiar tunes and were easy to remember, but some were completely new. Eventually all of us learned even the most obscure tunes - and verses. Have you ever heard, "Love is a Long and Slender Thing?" How about, "The Ballad of Cunt Valley?" or that country-western favorite, "Her Tits are Less Flabby but her Mother Sucks Better Cock?" To be truly appreciated these have to be sung - in four-part harmony - to a mixed group while drinking huge quantities of beer. Each of these songs has dozens of truly unbelievably crude verses. That's why we sang them, of course!

I saw a lot of kissing and groping at the Second Stage beer bust. However, in spite of the suggestive lyrics, only two women spent the night in the house. I was really looking forward to whatever happened at a Stage Three beer bust! At the last one, three women had spent the night sleeping with - and fucking - their dates! Whatever went on, I hoped I could benefit, too!

I didn't have a date for our Valentine's Day party, and since we didn't have many pledges, those of us who didn't have dates took turns providing guards for the bathroom. Once again we had a couple of Seas in the house.

During one of my breaks from bathroom-guarding, I entered an appropriate room and got undressed. Although I couldn't see her face, this woman was a shapely brunette. She was on her hands and knees as one of the brothers fucked her fast and hard from behind. I was next in line, and I put a condom on and waited. My penis was so hard it was throbbing.

All at once the brother let out a loud groan and thrust himself against the woman several times. As he leaned back, his shrinking penis pulled out of her with a loud pop. "Oh fuck!" She wailed. "I was almost there! Hurry!"

I quickly got down on my knees and thrust myself into her. She was wet and slippery. When I didn't immediately explode, I decided to explore her body. I reached forward and began to fondle her breasts. Her nipples felt like tiny little stones. She began to rock forward and back causing me to move in and out of her about an inch.

She reached up and began to rub her clitoris. I felt mounting pressure building in my balls, so I quickly thrust in and out as many times as I could. She abruptly let out a high-pitched wail and collapsed forward onto her face and boobs, clamping hard around my penis and pulling me on top of her. Her vagina trembled and squeezed around my penis, and I immediately ejaculated several times. It felt incredible!

The powerful sensations in my groin almost caused me to black out. I pulled out of her and sat back on my behind. She fell over on her side and made short, squeaking sounds. Her legs jerked and she rubbed her breasts. Her mouth was open and her head was back. She looked like she was in pain.

I pulled off my filled condom and tossed it into the wastebasket beside her. The man behind me spread her legs apart and began to fuck her as she lay on her back. She grunted and moaned with each of his thrusts. Before I was dressed, she was starting to have another orgasm. I never got a good look at her face, but I'll never forget her!

I left the room and went to the other room with a Seas. Now that I could last slightly longer, and now that the edge was off my arousal, I wanted to see if I could really fuck. I was disappointed. This woman, also a brunette, was "on the rag" as she announced upon my arrival. Instead of fucking, she was giving blow jobs. She was naked and I could see a little white string hanging out of her pubic hair,

It was my first blow job, of course. I lasted for several minutes before finally blasting cum into her open mouth. She swallowed everything and sucked on my penis. It felt wonderful, but I realized that I should have come to her first and then gone to the other one. As I got dressed to leave, she was already sucking on another man's penis.

I heard the next day that by midnight she had blown nearly forty guys. The other woman had sex with more than thirty men and only quit when it became too painful for her to continue. I wondered how plentiful women like this were! They certainly seemed to enjoy sex, and they obviously didn't mind people watching!

Once again it was a Friday, and Mrs. Farleigh, our housemother, was out-of- town. Even though the weather was cold, we had another beer bust in March. Once again we only got through Stage Two. Rachel was the only woman who spent the night in the house. B.T. was tired for the next two days, and his room smelled of pussy! I was more and more eager to attend a Stage Three beer bust.

I finally got my chance. The fraternity scheduled a beer bust on a warm Friday evening in April. Since it was expected to reach Stage Three, B.T. spent some time explaining everything to me. After all of the newly-initiated men had been briefed by their pledge fathers, only about a third of us were uninhibited enough to give it a try. I was one of them, of course!

As B.T. explained it, Stage Three began with a special ballad, "Covered with Cum with a Cock in her Cunt," usually sung just before midnight. It was the signal for everyone else to leave. Jason, our fraternity president, walked to his car and returned carrying a small black case. Once the sound of the last car had faded into the distance, Stage Three officially began when Jason raised the black case over his head and announced, "Chug a brew and bare the bod! Let us prepare the women for the challenge of the cup!" At that command, everyone remaining chugged a full glass of beer, then stripped naked. There were eight couples and about two dozen men without dates at my first Stage Three. Among the women were Rachel and Kelly.

I was surprised that not all of the men were fully erect. My penis was hard as an iron bar! The eight naked women were astonishingly attractive! One had tiny A breasts with huge, pointed areolae and nipples, and one had gigantic D+ breasts. The other six, among them Rachel and Kelly, were perky B's or C's. The temperature was still above eighty degrees, and the heat from the fire caused everyone to perspire. The sight of eight pairs of sparkling-wet, bouncing breasts was almost more than I could handle! One woman was completely shaved, and one blonde had only some straggly, thin, blonde pubic hairs. Both of their slits were visible from the front. The rest had their brunette pussies neatly trimmed. I was in heaven!

Although I had showered with nearly all of the men, I had never seen their penises erect before. There was less variation among penis sizes than I had expected, given what I had seen when they were flaccid. The shortest was probably about five inches long, but thicker than almost anyone else's. The longest was about eight or nine inches long, but really skinny. The rest of us were in the six-to-seven inch range, and most of about the same thickness. Thankfully I was not intimidated! (At a subsequent beer bust I saw Mike's thick, nine-inch monster being put to its intended use, and that DID make me feel inadequate at first!)

It only took a couple of minutes for everyone to put his or her clothing into a small pile and place it well away from the fire. Once everyone was again milling around the fire, Jason announced, "Hot lips, cold brew, and drain your bladders! It is time!"

The first activity was social foreplay. We drank beer and took turns kissing each women. Although no groping was allowed, I found that wrapping my arms around a naked woman and pulling her hard against me was almost enough to cause me to shoot my load. Fortunately I was able to calm down between women! During my kisses, my stiff penis was pressed upright against each woman's abdomen, and I could feel the gentle pillows of each woman's breasts against my chest. I kissed each woman for several seconds, and I felt each woman's nipples poking hard into me. Several women rubbed their hairy pussies against my thigh, and there was moisture shining on my legs when they had all finished.

The kissing took over a half hour, and thanks to the continued beer drinking, everyone had to urinate at least once. The men faced the fire so that everyone could watch, but the women simply squatted in front of everyone. As B.T. had told me, the purpose of the nudity, naked kissing, and public urination was to break down any remaining inhibitions. It left everyone without any personal dignity. I loved it!

And it clearly worked! After the last person had been kissed and everyone had taken a leak, Jason announced, "Let all lovely ladies desiring to hold the Cup of Cum begin the challenge! Form the three circles!" Five women and their dates gathered in a group with the President, and everyone else (the guys without dates and the three couples whose women had never been to a Stage Three before) formed a circle around the group. B.T. had given me good advice, and I was standing to the left of Jean, one of the three "new" women, with L.T., her date, on her other side.

I looked around, and all of the men were now completely erect. Because of the flickering light from the fire it was a harder to be certain about the women, but most appeared to be stiff-nippled, too. There was very little breeze, and I could smell pussy juice, most strongly from Jean since she was next to me. Arousal and lust were in the air. I had to struggle to stop myself from throwing her to the ground and fucking her.

The five women in the center knelt on blankets in order to stay clean. Although the sand was hard-packed, we didn't want to get sand or dirt into delicate places! They formed a small circle, facing outward, with their feet almost touching. Each of their dates faced inward, with his hands clasped tightly behind his waist. Each man's penis was almost touching his date's mouth. Jason slowly walked around the circle of five men, verifying that everyone was in the correct place.

Each of us had been told what was going to happen next. Those of us in the outer circle reached out and put our arms around the two people next to us. The rules called for the men to put their arms around each other's shoulders, but there were no such rules regarding the women! Thanks to B.T.'s good advice, I slipped my right arm down Jean's bare back and wrapped my hand around her waist. L.T. reached around and cupped her left breast, so I slipped my hand lower and began to rub her behind. Jean clearly enjoyed the attention!

Jason started a timer, and we began chanting "Cream of Meat! Cream of Meat!" The women in the center circle fondled, kissed, and rubbed their men's penises. After about ten seconds the timer went off, and the five men each moved one woman to the left. Each woman turned her attention to the "new" man in front of her. The timer sounded again, and the men moved again. We continued chanting as we watched five couples engage in group fellatio and hand jobs.

The five women were competing. The winner would be the first woman to swallow cum. Given the numbers, it was unlikely that the winner would receive jism from her date, and that made everything even more exciting! We continued chanting.

Watching the five women kiss, suck, lick, and fondle the genitals of five different men was incredibly erotic. It soon became obvious that the men were almost ready to cum, but the sound of the timer and the changing women touching them repeatedly kept stopping them just short of ejaculation.

I realized that Jean had stopped chanting, and that she had begun to grunt. I glanced toward her and I saw that L.T. had moved his left hand from her back to her pussy and that he was finger-fucking her from behind. I slipped my hand up her side and began to fondle her right breast. Her nipple was rigid, and I gently squeezed it as I chanted.

The men in the middle had lasted for about four minutes and had completed almost five complete rotations with the women. All five of the men were starting to moan, and we knew it would soon be over. Jean suddenly began to cry out, over and over, "Oh! Oh! OOOH! OOOH!" She began to thrust her hips against L.T.'s hand, and she yelled, "GOD! YES! AAAAAH!"

Jean's body trembled and shook, and her trembling legs gave way. As L.T.'s fingers came out of her, I pulled her back against my leg, holding her against me by her breast. L.T. moved his hand to her front, and he continued to move his fingers in and out of her, making a wet slurping sound. I could feel her body trembling against mine as she moaned and twitched with each movement of his fingers. My right thigh was between her cheeks, and with her legs apart, I could feel every motion she made. Jean's face was twisted into a grimace, and I was fascinated by the way it changed as tremors rolled up her body in waves. I was so fascinated by her climax that I almost missed the final action in the center of the circle.

Three of the men in the middle were now groaning so loudly that their cries could easily be heard over our chanting. The timer sounded, and the men quickly changed to the next woman. Rachel slid one hand under the balls of Evan, the man in front of her, and then, as I learned later from B.T., she pushed a finger into his anus and began rubbing his prostate. The resulting explosion of cum caught Rachel between her eyes, but she opened her mouth and swallowed the next load.

Jason immediately called, "Stop! Rachel wins the challenge!" and four men were left hanging as the four women pulled away from them. Everyone's eyes were on Rachel and Evan. Rachel kept fingering and sucking Evan until he collapsed onto the sand. Rachel continued to swallow, but cum had leaked out of both sides of her mouth. Her face was also cum-streaked, and more had landed on her breasts.

The circles disintegrated. I felt L.T. pull Jean away from me. She wrapped herself around him, kissing him passionately. L.T. quickly spread a towel on the ground, lay Jean on it, and slipped his penis into her. They both began to grunt and moan as they fucked. There was a long smear of Jean's pussy juice on my thigh. The other two women who had been in the outer circle were kissing and rubbing against their dates.

I turned back toward the main action. Jason had unrolled a special blanket, and Rachel was just getting into her place. She sat cross-legged on the blanket, facing the fire, her engorged labia clearly visible through her pubic hair. The President handed her a large drinking glass which she placed between her breasts. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out until it just touched the top of the glass. Her face and breasts glistened with streaks of Evan's cum.

The next event called for the men to fill the glass with cum. Rachel was officially now "The Holder of the Cup of Cum," or more briefly, "The Holder." Each man would now take turns jerking off into the glass until it was filled.

We eagerly lined up, our erect penises bouncing in the firelight. B.T. was first in line since Rachel was his date, and it took him less than a minute to masturbate himself into a powerful ejaculation. As the rules required, his first shot was directly into Rachel's glass. But he directed his subsequent shots into her mouth, and when her mouth was closed as she swallowed, onto her cheeks and breasts. The other three men who had participated in the center of the circle went next. I followed them.

There was about an inch of cum in the glass already. Rachel's breasts were cum-covered and cum was steadily dripping onto her thighs. Her cheeks glistened, and there was even cum in her hair. The scent of cum was sweet in the air. She smiled at me. I began to stroke my penis and she opened her mouth, waiting for my cum.

It didn't take me long. I aimed the first blast into the glass, and then I put another large load into Rachel's mouth. I aimed to the side and added my cum to the smear running down her left breast. My final dribbles landed on her left leg.

The next man stepped up as I moved aside. I looked around. All of the women except Rachel were making love with their dates. All were in plain view. All were unashamedly vocal. I felt the beginnings of stiffening in my penis, and it became partially erect. Yes, Stage Three was a stylized orgy!

Out of the corner of my eye I saw movement. I glanced that way, and saw something white flying through the air. My eyes focused on a large man wearing dark work clothing. He had his genitals poking through the fly and was rubbing his shaft. I watched as another burst of cum flew from his impressively large penis and landed several feet in front of him. No wonder Jake allowed us to hold our beer busts on his land!




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I was not the only one observing Jake. Twice more cum flew from his pecker, and then it began to soften. As he finished, a naked brother handed a plastic cup of beer to him. Jake's drooping manhood was at least half again as long as the brother's erect one! He remained at the edge of the light of the fire, and I returned my attention to the naked women.

After about fifteen minutes, couples finished screwing, and most of these men joined the line to masturbate into the glass. After the first few men, it took several minutes for each man to add his load to the glass. As the glass got more and more full, the men shot more and more of their cum onto Rachel, rather than into the glass. The "first shot into the glass" rule wasn't strictly enforced very well! Rachel was quite literally coated with cum from a couple of dozen men, but she didn't look degraded. She looked excited!   There was another reason nobody wanted to end the game. The man who finally added just enough of his cum so that the cream level in the glass reached a mark near the top of the glass was the winner - or loser - depending upon ones perspective. He had to drink the entire glass of mixed jism. If he had a date, they could share it.

It was amusing to watch the men standing around, naked, rubbing their dorks back to stiffness as their turns approached. Other than The Holder, the women were allowed to help out by rubbing us. I beat off for the second time, and by then the glass was about two-thirds full. It took me several minutes this time, but Kelly stepped forward and helped. There's nothing like the erotic caress of a beautiful woman to get a man excited! She aimed me first into the glass, and then immediately into Rachel's mouth.

In case anyone feels that we were taking advantage of the Holders, I want to set the record - and everyone's penis - straight. Holders always selected themselves, and were always women who had previously watched the game and its aftermath. They volunteered, knowing they would likely require the services of several of us, serially or together, before the night was done. Moreover each of their dates - one of our brothers - had to be willing to share his woman with several men.

The Holders would always become wantonly aroused, which was, of course, the main reason for having Stage Three beer busts! Any women would probably become completely sex-crazed after sitting fully exposed for an hour in front of a group of naked men who held their penises an inch in front of her lips as they ejaculated into the glass, onto her breasts, and into her mouth! A Holder usually swallowed at least as much cum as ended up in the glass, and she spent the entire hour or more tasting cum, feeling it on her body, and smelling it as the odor wafted up from the glass directly beneath her lips.

But all attention was not on the Holder. The man who "lost" had to drink the glass of warm cum. It often worked out that the loser had a date, and they would stand naked together before the fire, in full view of everyone who was looking, and share the streaked, multicolored, gooey, slimy mixture. Some of the men gagged, but I don't recall hearing of anyone getting sick. Nearly all of the women who "helped" drink the cum enjoyed it more than the men did. These women always became aroused, often almost as much as the Holder.  As the Holder, Rachel was no exception. I was stroking myself as I waited for my third jerk-off. I was second in line, and I could see Rachel's pussy. Her labia were swollen and protruding from her dark pubic hair. Cum had run from her breasts, down her stomach, and between her legs. Her nipples were stiff and erect. She was breathing in short little gasps. Her face was dark red. She occasionally twitched and trembled.

L.T. was in front of me, and he was having trouble getting off. He'd already had sex with Jean and had beaten off once into the cup, and he just couldn't seem to finish. Jean, Kelly, and another woman came up and began to fondle and rub against him. When that didn't work, Rachel said, "Kelly, put your finger up his ass!" Kelly did, and L.T. immediately ejaculated with a loud groan. Jean had hold of his penis, and she aimed him directly into the glass. L.T.'s jism finally filled the glass to the mark. Filling the glass had taken almost an hour!

Rachel lifted the cum-filled and cum-coated glass from between her breasts and handed it to L.T.. As we all cheered, B.T., as the Holder's date, laid Rachel back on the blanket and began to pump in and out of her. It took less than two minutes for her to scream in climax, with B.T. grunting and groaning seconds later as he finished. He kissed her, then stood up. "Rachel's trying for the HFR! Who's next?" He asked.

The HFR was the "Holder Fuck Record," and referred to the number of different men who ejaculated into the Holder's vagina after the cup was filled with jism. Setting a new HFR was difficult, mainly for two obvious reasons. First, the men had already ejaculated, probably at least twice, and were not always able to do so again, particularly after drinking a lot of beer. And second, the men often took so long as they fucked the Holder that she could easily become too sore to continue.

The HFR was always established without condoms, and it was up to each woman (or couple) to provide appropriate protection. Most women were on the pill, and the fraternity also had purchased - completely illegally - a quantity of morning-after pills. I didn't see any condoms used by anyone at my first Stage Three.

The Holder always "belonged" to one of the men, of course. He had to be willing to share her at the conclusion of the game. When I graduated, the HFR was twelve. Although I didn't see it happen, she had fucked her date, then eleven other men before she collapsed. According to her legend, cum was running out of her like a river, and she had climaxed so many times that she couldn't stand and had to be carried, naked and dripping, to her fiance's car. Rumor has it that the HFR is now nearly twenty!

The night of my first Stage Three, the HFR was eight, a record set by Kelly the previous spring. I realized that she had probably "assisted" many of the men as they masturbated because this meant that she was able to aim their penises so that most of their cum didn't go into the glass. Obviously the more times the men had to masturbate, the less likely they would be able to successfully fuck Rachel, and the more likely that Kelly's record would stand. What a fun way to cheat at this game!

I was fourth in line for Rachel. As she screwed the second man, I turned to watch the other "official" festivity, the Draining of the Cup of Cum. Jean and L.T. were sharing it, to the delight of an enthusiastic group of onlookers. L.T. took a mouthful, then kissed Jean, sharing both the cum and an intense kiss. Jean took a mouthful, and returned the favor to L.T.. Their kisses got longer and louder, and it took several minutes to drain the cup.

The second man ejaculated into Rachel as L.T. and Jean finished the cup. As the man in front of me began to fuck Rachel, Jean flopped down on her back and practically dragged L.T. down on top of her. "For God's sake, fuck me!" She screamed. L.T. obliged as several of the brothers cheered.

Jean was really excited, and she was wildly thrusting her hips hard against L.T.'s penis. She came loudly, but L.T. continued to fuck her. A couple of minutes later Jean screamed as she came again, and this time L.T. also yelled. I could see their bodies twisting and jerking as they both climaxed. I was fully erect as I turned back to see how Rachel was doing.

Rachel was grunting and groaning, obviously approaching another climax. I heard a shout, and turned back toward Jean and L.T.. Jean had obviously wanted more, and one of my pledge brothers was now enthusiastically fucking Jean as fast as he could. Jean's hip thrusts were as active as they had been before. In a matter of only a couple of minutes, Jean's body began to tremble, and she let out a long yell. The brother fucking her screamed too, and I could see his body jerk each time he shot another load into her.

As they separated, I heard Jean say, "More! I want another cock!" Another man quickly began to fuck her as L.T. looked on. Obviously drinking the Cup of Cum hadn't deadened Jean's libido! Quite the opposite!

I heard the man fucking Rachel groaning several times as he ejaculated into her, but in spite of his efforts, he was unable to finish Rachel with his deflated penis. I took his place. As I easily slipped inside her, Rachel pulled me down against her sticky body and kissed me. She tasted almost exactly like the scent of cum swirling off her. "For God's sake, Don, finish me before you come, okay?" She said.

Fortune smiled upon me. Even though I was incredibly turned on by the sights and smells, I had already masturbated into two climaxes, and my tendency to ejaculate quickly was quelled. I moved my penis around inside Rachel, experimenting to find what caused her to react most powerfully. She was already very close to orgasm, and she reached down and rubbed her clitoris as I wiggled around. She began to grunt in time with the movement of her fingers.

All at once Rachel arched her back and let out a loud shriek, "EEEEEAAAAA!" She moved both hands to her breasts and began to pinch her nipples. I continued moving inside her, and I felt her body being to jerk under mine. Her slippery vagina clamped hard around my penis and then began to tremble. Rachel screamed again and jerked her hips against me several times. I continued to fuck her.   

I almost lost it, but I was just barely able to keep from coming. Rachel gradually relaxed as I continued to move in and out of her, twisting from side to side, exploring the inside of her pussy with my penis. Rachel again pulled me down against her and kissed me, over and over. After a couple of minutes, I realized that she was grunting in time with my thrusts, and I slowly increased the tempo.

Rachel's grunts got louder, and she twisted her head back, breaking away from my kiss. She was crying, "Oh! Oh! Oh!" Over and over. I leaned down and bit gently on her right nipple. I could taste the cum on it, but I didn't care. Rachel went berserk. Again and again she pushed up against me with her hips and ground her clitoris against me. She wrapped her arms and legs around me and almost squeezed the breath out of me. I continued to move in and out of her as fast as I could.

If felt as if Rachel's entire body was involved in her next orgasm. Between gasps for breath she yelled, "YAAAAAAH!" Perhaps three dozen times. Each time a wave of trembling moved from her pelvis and up her body, ending in her arms and legs as they gripped me. Her stiff nipple popped out of my mouth, but I continued to move my penis in and out of her. I was also screaming and ejaculating into her in time with her tremors. Waves of pleasure moved up my body, following her trembling, It felt like I shot dozens of wads of cum into her, but that was clearly impossible. In any case I climaxed each time she screamed, even if my ejaculations were dry. Her screams became fainter and fainter as I drowned myself in the sensations radiating from my groin.

I suddenly felt Rachel pushing her hands against my chest. "You're crushing me, Don!" She gasped. I realized was lying fully on top of her. Her legs were wide apart, with her knees up near her chest. I hadn't even felt her let go of me with her arms. "Did you black out or something?" She asked.

I nodded, and I kissed her. She wrapped her arms and legs around me again, and we held each other for another minute or so, kissing as we gasped for breath. I kept most of my weight off her by leaning on my elbows. She was still trembling.

As our breathing slowed, I heard Jean gasp, "Again! I want another one. Is that okay, L.T.?" I didn't hear L.T.'s reply, but I heard a cheer go up, so I assumed he had agreed.

I gave Rachel one last kiss and moved off her. We were both surprised to see that my penis was still erect as it came out of her. Her pussy made a loud pop, and then a gush of cum ran out of her, dripped toward her anus, and formed a puddle between her legs. Her vagina stayed open, and the man behind me quickly filled it with his penis. I slowly staggered to my feet.

The first person I saw was B.T.. I was suddenly afraid of what Rachel and I had done together, and my guilt caused my penis to deflate. He quickly pulled me away from the others. "I'm sorry, B.T.!" I said. "Rachel's so sexy, and I couldn't help myself!"

B.T. just shook his head. "I couldn't believe it, Don! Rachel has had some incredible orgasms with me, but nothing like that! My God! She wasn't holding anything back! I can't wait to do that with her myself!" Then he grinned at me, and I knew he wasn't upset.

We talked for a few minutes, and I described exactly what I had done and felt. We agreed that part of the excitement had been caused by Rachel's being the Holder. But B.T. once again remarked that he had never seen her so completely involved in sex before. "It's like she was always protecting a little part of her dignity when we made love. Well, she doesn't have to do that any more, does she?" He said and he grinned. He was completely correct. There had been absolutely no dignity in Rachel's orgasm - just pure passion and uninhibited excitement.

Before I could answer, we heard the man fucking Rachel grunting, and we watched them as he ejaculated into her. A few seconds later Rachel trembled and let out a loud groan, too. "That's five!" We heard somebody yell, and a cheer went up. Number six immediately began to pump rapidly in and out of Rachel.

B.T. walked closer to the main action, but I stayed where I was and watched L.T. and Jean. The brother fucking her finished. He climbed off her, leaving her spread- eagled, open, and leaking cum onto the blanket. I realized that this was the fourth man, not the third. Another man started to fuck her, but Jean pushed him off. "Enough!" She said, and L.T. quickly picked her up. She wrapped herself around him and clung to him. I was close enough to hear her say, "Take me back to your room, L.T.! I love you and I want to make love to you all night long! This was incredible!"

L.T. was already erect. Apparently the multiple-partner sex hadn't affected their relationship. Perhaps that was because it was done openly, or perhaps it was something else entirely. But nobody appeared to have any guilt about anything that had happened. I realize how little I really understood about sexuality, and I decided that I had to learn more! I'd always imagined sex as a one-on-one activity, not this!

L.T. and Jean kissed, then L.T. lowered her to her feet. She squatted in the sand, and urinated. I could see ropes of cum dangling from her crotch before they finally fell off. Jean reached inside herself, and wiggled her fingers around. I heard a slurping sound. When she held out her hand to L.T., there was a large mound of cum from four different men in her hand. "I'll just take the blanket to sit on in the car. When we get back to the fraternity, I'll take a shower and then . . . " She grinned at L.T. and they shared a passionate kiss.

L.T. got dressed, and gathered up Jean's clothes. She carried the blanket and walked naked to L.T.'s car and climbed in. As they drove away, I walked back over to B.T.

He was standing with Jason. "This is number eight." B.T. said. "If he cums in Rachel, she'll be tied with Kelly for the HFR. If she's willing, Jason gets to help her break the record." In our fraternity, one of the presidential perks was the right to be the one to help set a new HFR. It was also agreed that the President would be the last man at the beer bust to fuck the Holder - if it came to that. In any case, the Stage Three was almost over.

Everyone was now watching the action on the ground. Kelly was gnawing on her knuckles, clearly worried that her record was going to fall. As the eighth man continued to fuck Rachel without ejaculating, it looked as if Kelly's HFR was going to stand. Then Rachel reached around and began pushing her finger in and out of his anus. Number eight exploded with several loud groans, and soon rolled off Rachel.

B.T. sat down beside Rachel, pulled her into a sitting position, and held her. They whispered for several seconds, then they kissed. I heard her say, "Tied?" And he nodded. Rachel kissed him again. B.T. got up, and Rachel spread her legs wide apart, allowing a steady stream of cum to run out of her. "C'mon, Jason! For the record! Fuck me! Fill me with your cum!"

Jason leaned down and whispered something in Rachel's ear. She grinned, then began to rub herself. Jason positioned himself between her legs and studied her. With one hand Rachel rubbed her pussy, and with the other her breasts. L.T. whispered to me, "Jason's been saving himself for this. He only beat off once into the glass, and he knows he'll cum fast. He wants Rachel to get off, too."

It didn't take long. Rachel had remained at a high level of arousal, and as she began to climax, Jason entered her and began to fuck her really fast and hard. Rachel screamed, "OOH! OOH!" OOH!" over and over as her orgasm continued, thanks to Jason's pumping. Her body began to tremble violently, and that sent Jason over the top. He ejaculated into her at least five times. Both of them screamed, and everybody else cheered - even Kelly.

B.T. had only hinted to me about what the final ceremony. Jason kissed Rachel, and after he separated from her, he located the stained glass which had contained the cum. He scooped part of the puddle beneath Rachel into the glass, then pulled her to a sitting position. He straddled her thighs and held the sticky glass over her head. She reached up and held his penis and balls with her hands. She knew what to say. "In my hands I hold the presidential jewels and sword. These were the last to baptize my womb with fraternity seed." She then gently rubbed his genitals, and he slowly became erect.

When Jason's penis was again swollen, Rachel pulled it against her mouth and kissed its crown. After several seconds she dropped her hands and broke the kiss. He handed her the glass as her trophy. "Rachel officially now owns our Holder's Fraternity Record with a count of nine!" He announced. It was the only time "fraternity" was ever substituted for "fuck" when referring to the HFR!

Everyone cheered, and most of the men and women who were not driving drank another beer. Rachel lay back on her blanket, breathing deeply as B.T. kissed her. He rose, and everyone, men and women, knelt down and kissed her. A few minutes later everyone packed up and the cars began to drive away. Soon B.T., Rachel, and I were the only ones there. With the fire extinguished, the stars became visible, and I wished I had a woman of my own with me to share the moment.

Rachel could stand, but she was unsteady and unable to walk very far. Cum was still coming out of her and running down her legs. After she urinated into the sand, B.T. picked her up and carried her to his car. I put a dry towel on the back seat, and she lay down on it, still naked. B.T. and I dressed, and then he drove the three of us back to the fraternity. The smell of pussy and cum made us both hard - not to mention the effect of the little moans coming from Rachel in the back seat!

At the fraternity, B.T. again picked Rachel up, holding the cum-soaked towel underneath her. I went ahead and turned out the backdoor light, and B.T. carried her inside and directly upstairs to the shower room. Several brothers cheered as they saw her. B.T. and I undressed, and we took turns holding her up and washing her. She was truly covered with cum from head to toe. She looked unbelievably beautiful!

The shower revived Rachel. She whispered something to B.T., and he grinned. "Rachel wants the three of us to sleep together tonight. I've already got a mattress on the floor. You get another and we'll see what Rachel has in mind!"




Beer Busts: Suds, Songs & Sex



B.T. and I got a little sleep that night, but not Rachel. She went back and forth between the two mattresses on the floor, fucking first one of us, and then the other. She "visited" me twice, but I only ejaculated into her once. Hell, I was lucky I could still get hard! B.T. admitted later that he only got off once himself. Rachel had loud, wild orgasms with both of us all night long. She finally collapsed on top of B.T. after riding him to a screaming finish as intense as the one she had enjoyed with me earlier during the contest.

B.T. and I got up, but Rachel spent the morning and afternoon sleeping in B.T.'s. room. She was still in the house when the housemother returned, and we had to sneak her out during the evening meal. By that time she could walk, but she had a dreamy, distracted, well-fucked look on her face that just wouldn't go away. 

And that was truly the real end of my first Stage Three beer bust. But it certainly wasn't my last! I'll return to the story of B.T. and Rachel in a moment.

Most of the time I was in college I didn't have a date at the Stage Three beer busts. I did manage to have sex with nearly every Holder, including Kelly the following fall as she reclaimed the HFR by fucking ten men. I was man number four, and it was good with her, but not as incredible as it had been with Rachel.

In addition to Rachel, I particularly remember another Holder, Marci. She was short with incredibly large breasts. I was about the sixth or seventh man to fuck her after the cum glass was finally filled, and I expected her to be loose. She wasn't. She was slippery, but she grabbed onto my penis with her pussy and it felt like I was being sucked inside her.

Our sexual organs fit together perfectly, better than any woman before or since. Marci held me motionless inside her, locking me against her body by pressing her heels into my behind. Even without moving I could feel our excitement building. I kissed her as I tried to think of words to describe to her how it felt to be inside her. "God, Marci! I've never . . . "

Marci kissed me, then broke away. "I KNOW! I don't want you to move! It kinda tingles everywhere . . . inside me at once! Just hold me and . . . Oh! OH! OOOH!"

Earlier I had masturbated twice into the cup, or I would already have climaxed inside Marci. I felt the same tingling she described, but the sensations intensified even though I wasn't moving. She clamped me firmly against her with her feet as her vagina began to squeeze me in wave after wave of pressure. She had three powerful, screaming orgasms before I shot my load into her. I almost passed out, and I saw flashing colored lights as I squirted again and again inside her.

After kissing Marci for a few seconds, I felt her trembling legs release me. I was forced to pull out and allow another man to fuck her. The look on Marci's face was one of total despair when she felt my penis escape her vagina's grasp. I saw tears on her face as the next man moved in and out of her.

I wanted to get back in line so that I could mate with Marci again, but there were already enough men waiting so that she could set a new HFR without having sex with me twice. She didn't get that far. She dissolved into tears and stopped after the man following me ejaculated into her without bringing her to another climax. 

Marci got married a few months later, and I never got another chance to make love to her. But what a memory! It was similar to my first time, except we both climaxed without movement after I was completely inside her. I've always wondered if she still thinks about our brief, intense, motionless coupling and the impossibly perfect way our bodies joined together! I certainly do!

My serious girl during my junior year was Pat, and we had enjoyed passionate - although infrequent - sex whenever we had managed to find a time and place. She was concerned that none of the women in her prudish, stuck-up sorority find out about our sexual activities. Even though I had to miss two Stage Three busts, I took her to a Stage One and later to a Stage Two. After finally attending her first Stage Three, she spent the night in my room, fucking me into exhaustion. In my bed the next morning she announced that she wanted to be the Holder at the next beer bust.

I actually only took Pat to two Stage Three busts, but the second one was truly memorable. She had almost become the Holder, getting her man (not me since I was two women away from her at the time) to cum in her mouth only seconds after another woman won. She helped beat me off each time it was my turn to add my cream to the glass. Thanks to her excellent aim with my penis, it was my cum that ended the game. Clearly she really wanted the glass of cum if she couldn't be the Holder!

Pat became extremely excited as she watched me begin drinking the glass of cum. I had no difficulty getting her to drink the second half. The unoccupied men cheered and yelled as she swirled it around in her mouth, obviously savoring every texture and taste. When the glass was empty, she held it up so that every last drop fell onto her tongue. The men cheered loudly, partly, I'm sure, because her huge nipples had become erect as she became increasingly aroused.

When Pat reluctantly put the empty cum glass on the ground, she gave me a look which any man would recognize. My penis immediately stiffened. She wrapped herself around me and my penis slipped into her while I was still standing. Pat had two rapid, loud orgasms while I stood with my back to the fire, standing upright, with Pat bouncing up and down on me as the men cheered. They shouted "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" in time with her movements.

I carried Pat to our blanket, and in the pale light about twenty feet from the fire, she fucked me until I came, and then she fucked three other brothers as she gave blow jobs to several others. I was surprised how aroused and excited I became watching my woman fucking and sucking other men. After the third man finished, I mounted her and we made slow, gentle love until nearly 3:00 a.m. Each time I came, she held me inside her until I was hard again. She was as responsive as Rachel had been, and she screamed herself hoarse.

The Stage Three ended when the Holder had to stop and failed to set a new HFR. We remained on our blanket, and were the last ones to leave. I only managed to ejaculate twice into her vagina, but my penis stayed stiff and Pat took her pleasure using every position we had ever tried - as well as some new ones. She finally drifted off to sleep, and I carried her naked and exhausted to the car and strapped her in. I gently stroked her breasts as I drove us back to town, and she moaned softly as she slept.

I drove back to the fraternity and woke her, but Pat said she didn't want to spend the rest of the night there since somebody might find out. So I drove her home. Pat didn't dress herself until we were parked outside her sorority house, and then she skipped her underwear.

While she had been screwing the four of us, she had simultaneously given a half-dozen blow jobs to other guys, and there were cum stains all over her face. Cum was also caked into her hair. As I kissed her good morning in the pale predawn light, I could see that wonderful just-fucked look all over her face. I had left suck marks all over her body, and many were clearly visible, particularly on her breasts, thighs, and neck. The crotch of her shorts was damp and dark with the drippings from her pussy. She smelled like cum and pussy milk. Yes, she had attended a Stage Three beer bust and it really showed!

Abruptly she changed her mind, as all men know women are wont to do! "Take me back to your room!" She said. "I want to make love to you again, and we can't do it here!"

As soon as we got into my room, I left to get my mattress from the dorm room. When I got back, Pat was naked, waiting for me. I tore off my clothes and she wrapped herself around me, taking me into her while I was standing as she had done before. I grabbed a towel and soap and walked with her coupled onto me down the hall to the shower room. Halfway there I paused as she came with a loud, shuddering, hoarse scream.

After we had scrubbed each other, we dried off, and Pat again climbed onto me, once again fucking me standing up. I carried her that way back to my room. She was aroused, responsive, and sufficiently rested. We made love until I finally filled her once again with my jism, then we slept the rest of the day lying wrapped around each other. We missed breakfast and lunch, but we used the latter time to sneak down to the bathroom for a quick toilet, toothbrush, and shower break.

Late in the afternoon I left to wash her clothes. We made love again when I returned. That night there was an informal party in the house, and we managed to eat enough of the snacks to satisfy ourselves. We spent that night in my room, too. Even though she was hoarse, she was still so loud when she climaxed that everyone knew she was there, even if most of the brothers didn't see her. I don't know why the housemother didn't report us!

Sunday morning while our housemother was at church, Pat enjoyed getting showered with four naked men, and she was so turned on that she only reluctantly got dressed so that I could take her home. I drove her back to her sorority and she sneaked in through the kitchen. She was wasting her time. Anybody who saw her face could tell what she had been doing! My suck marks were also still plainly visible.

That time with Pat was truly a night to remember, but I never forgot my first Stage Three when Rachel set the HFR. Rachel didn't defend her record for a very simple reason: The August after that memorable beer bust, she and B.T. were married.

I was a groomsman. I danced with Rachel at the reception, held at the hotel where we all had rooms. She whispered in my ear, "Was Big Tom telling the truth? That you were almost a virgin when you gave me that mind-blowing climax? Was it true?" I nodded, and she gave me a quick kiss. "Well, I got more than a one-time high from it! Sex with B.T. was always great, but now - it's incredible! We both just let go and . . . well, you know, don't you? Aren't you enjoying yourself, too?"

"Rachel, I haven't had sex since that night with you in B.T.'s room."

Rachel looked into my eyes. "You're telling the truth, aren't you? Well, if I weren't a married woman, I'd . . . "And she gave me a truly wicked grin. She hugged me close as the music finished.

"Enjoy the honeymoon!" I said. "I'll imagine what you're doing and beat off, pretending I'm inside you!"

Rachel gave me a deep kiss, smearing lipstick all over my mouth. I could feel her nipples pressing against me through her dress. "If I ever have trouble getting off, I'll just remember how you did me on that beer bust!" She whispered and then she was gone.

Mary, the unmarried bridesmaid with whom I'd been paired for the wedding, came over and asked me why Rachel had been so affectionate. "Well, we got to talking about sex, and she lost control." I said.

"Yeah, right!" Mary replied. "You wish!"

Perhaps Mary believed me about two hours later when I finally talked her out of her bridesmaid's dress. We made loud, passionate love in her room at the hotel for most of the night, only stopping because she got too sore to continue. I had pretended she was Rachel, and everything Rachel and I had done worked for Mary, too - as her yells attested! When fucking became uncomfortable for her, she taught me how to give her oral sex. I licked my cum from her pussy and she had violent, screaming orgasms until she fell asleep just after dawn. I hoped that Rachel and Tom had as much fun as Mary and I did after their wedding!

Anyway, thanks to the beer busts, I was beginning my lifelong journey learning how to satisfy women. I had much more to learn, but my freshman year certainly started me off in the right direction. And for three more years I enjoyed the beer busts - and the incredible, uninhibited group sex! Even better than the beer busts was the fraternity spring break orgy my senior year, but that's another story that I promise to write soon. 



Beer for Breakfast



Two months into my second year of college, I was sharing an apartment with three other girls. There were two to a bedroom, each of us with single beds. I was a week away from turning nineteen.

Saturday morning I was roused from out of my sleep by knocking at the door. My roommates were off somewhere and there stood two guys, about my age, looking for one of them. I was still in my sleep ware; an oversized tee shirt and worn out baggy shorts, of course no bra or panties.

Not to brag - to much - but I was at a cute perky stage of life. My A cup breasts stood tall, and my seemingly always erect nipples pointed the way towards adventure. I had, and still have, a killer ass and have been told by many that I'm a great fuck. Of course, that was from guys who had been fucking me, so their opinions may just have been a bit biased. 

The two unexpected guests carried in a case of cheap beer, and a couple of joints. Guess what was for breakfast! Now I do admit to being a flirt, and enjoy male attention. My small breasts, with their hard nipples, and the fact that I was sitting crossed-legged in baggy shorts, drew lingering, but welcome stares. My virginity had vacated the premises years before and I was well aware of what I was doing.

It wasn't long before we had run out of smoke. Sal decided to go out and score some more to keep our little flirt party going. His plan was to just walk the streets and ask until he found someone who would sell him some. After all this was a college town. The door no sooner closed than I found myself kissing Jim, which felt so very good.

Jim's hands met no resistance. My thin tee shirt was no barrier to the attention my tits so badly yearned for by that time. His mouth on my nipples almost had me cumming on the living room floor. I urged him to my single bed. My tee shirt only half off, I led the way by clutching at his swollen jean encased cock. We tumbled onto my unmade bed with me on my back, Jim half on top of my sprawled body.

His finger found it's way to my now soaking wet pussy, lifting my hips, his finger reached deep inside of me. Enough can't be said about the joy of feeling a finger, or fingers, skillfully probing inside an eager, willing pussy. This bit of foreplay is too often given minor attention in the urgent hast to fuck.

There was the usual confusion and clumsiness as my shorts hit the floor. Jim's pants followed. My tee was pushed up over my shoulders, almost covering my face. I reached down and eagerly guided a very hard cock to the right place. A moan escaped my lips as he pushed into me. With my feet flat on the bed and my knees bent, I gave Jim all the space he needed. He quickly filled the void. That amazing feeling of being filled by the heat of another person evoked moans of lust from both of us.

Jim and I bounced our heated bodies against one another, unaware of our surroundings. Than, for some reason, I opened my eyes. Sal was sitting next to the bed watching in silence, as Jim and I fucked. Jim's head was buried in my shoulder, giving me a clear view of Sal's eyes. His dark brown eyes roved from my face, traveling down to my cock filled pussy. Almost the moment our eyes met, I climaxed. It felt so surreal, to be watched like that. My climaxes were like waves, as though transporting me to a different time and place.

At some point Sal shed his clothes. His cock pulsed with the beating of his heart, but his eyes never left my body, and in a way, my soul. He just sat watching. Jim pushed my legs up higher; my willing body almost folded in half. Jim too was looking down as his cock disappeared into the girl he had just met. Sal's eyes still burned into me, reaching deep inside and fanning the fires of lust higher than I had ever experienced. Jim's fucking of my body became a backdrop to the ravishing of my mind, as Sal's eyes explored all of me.

Jim came with a groan. His cum felt like white heat bathing my insides. He continued to make small fucking motions. His now soft cock slipped out of my well lubricated, cum filled pussy. I still watched Sal, as he quietly replaced Jim between my still spread legs. I raised my knees to welcome him.

Sal entered me in one smooth motion, as our bodies meshed, he kissed me, setting loose a new avalanche of climaxes. We fucked slowly at first, with long deep strokes, my body shaking in deep lust and craving even more. Jim stood watching, but it didn't have the same effect on me as when Sal watched. I did watch Jim's cock begin to harden, just a little, as he watched Sal and I. I liked that.

At some point our fucking became more frantic, as Sal felt the pressure building towards his eventual release. I banged my hips up, matching his pounding, blow for blow. The sounds of bodies slapping, along with our panting, filled the room. His climax caught me by surprise. My hips continued to fuck Sal's cum spewing cock. Sal stayed deep inside of me. For the second time that morning I was full of cum.

Jim moved towards my head, a semi hard cock aiming at my mouth, as Sal rolled off of me. My mouth was willing and ready.

Then I heard one of them utter "Oh shit!"

Both guys grabbed their clothes as they realized that my roommates were in the parking lot. The door slammed behind them, leaving me alone in my single bed.

I had been totally and well fucked! The combined cum of two men oozed out of me creating an ever expanding wet spot; soaking my sheets. As I listened to the sounds of people greeting each other, I hoped my roommate wouldn't come in to say hello.



Beer No. 01



This is not a real story. However, the characters are real people (although I have changed their names)

*

We sat down. Micheal got out his keys. The only key ring on them was a bottle opener, which, I thought, summed him up perfectly. Micheal was 19, a few months older than me, and, on paper, was not very attractive. He had that extra poundage which a love of beer bought, but you wouldn't tell through his clothes. He had a heavy set face, with off black hair that was just not curly enough. A few spots lingered around his face, but his dark Italian skin partially hid them, and I had it on good authority, and from a surprising number of sources, that he had a small dick. He drove me crazy. He seemed to exude sexuality from every pore; it was something not quite palpable but definitely there. I was, as Micheal was at pains to point out, completely the opposite from him. A pretty boy, slim, pale, with what I had decided was mahogany, but was probably just dark brown, hair, with a wave to it. I had, as I had been told by the few sources that I had, a rather large dick, but, having only porn stars to compare it too, I felt that it wasn't as large as I'd been told. Micheal opened the beer, and we turned on the TV. It was boxing. Some big fight in Vegas, Micheal had said. He'd hired the cable channel especially. I didn't really care much for boxing, but a chance to spend the night with Micheal wasn't to be sniffed at. I wasn't let down. 

Micheal answered the door in a tight Metalica tee-shirt and his boxers, which wasn't quite the porn start it sounds like; Micheal generally wanders around in his underwear all the time, leaving a pair of jeans by the door for when he goes out. So, we were sat watching the boxing, or rather, Micheal was sat watching the boxing, and I was sat watching his boxers. They were just cheapo black ones, tight around his thighs, but baggy around his crotch. They still looked good. He opened the two beers with his key ring, and passed me one. I watched him lift the bottle to his mouth, slide his lips around the neck, and take a long swig. Oh God, it was going o be a long night. 

The fight ended, eventually, with Micheal and me getting increasingly excited about a pair of boxers. I, however, was showing it in my pants. We'd had about 4 beers each, and Micheal went to go get the last two out of the crate. I quickly stood up to try and hide my erection before he came back in. Try being the operative word. He walked back in just as my dick was fully defined by my jeans. He looked at me, and then looked me right in the eye. He walked around me, eyeing me up, like a predator before his prey. He was behind me now. I felt a hand cup my arse cheek, and another snake up my torso to cup my pec. I collapsed into his embrace, and I lay there, supported by his searching arms, for what seemed like an age. He stroked his hands along my torso and arse, and my dick swelled even more. He span me around, his nose touching mine, his eyes set in a fierce stare straight into mine. I felt his hot breath mingling with mine in the air around us, and parted my lips. He immediately forced his tongue into my mouth, forcing mine back, pinning it down, then roaming around my mouth. His hand snaked to my arse, and pressed it against him. I could feel his flesh against me, and my dick responded. He must have felt it, because he broke the hold, and laid me on the floor. He took my shirt off, then unbuttoned my jeans and slid them off of me. I lay there in my boxers, tenting them with my erect dick, when I saw, as he stood up, his erection. My sources were right when they said it was small, but my, it was thick. I saw its outline in his pants, and my dick pressed against the confines of my boxers. Micheal slid them off of me. He slid his own off, leaving his tee shirt on, and lay down next to me.

He took the two beer bottles, and gave me one, taking the top off with his keys. 'Drink it', he told me, and he watched me hungrily as I slid my lips around the neck. I finished it, and he nodded at his dick. I slid around, laying on my front, with his dick beside me. 'Drink it', he told me, and I took one arm, gripping his opposite him to me, and lay with my head across his torso, gazing at the base of his thick dick. I reached over, and took it all in my mouth, feeling his warmth in my mouth, exploring everywhere with my tongue. I heard Micheal grunt, and a hand slid down my back, coming to rest around my arse cheek, with his fingers just touching my crack. I arched my back, willing him to drive his fingers in, but he didn't. He slid his cock out of my mouth, and had me kneel in front of him. He took his beer bottle, and shook it, then opening it and covering the top with his thumb. I felt warmth on my arse hole, and realized that it was his tongue. I moaned; it was amazing. Micheal took his tongue away, and lowered the bottle neck to my arse hole. He slid half of the neck in as it gushed into my arse. When the bottle wouldn't empty any more, he took it out, and my arse muscles clenched, keeping the frothing nectar inside me. It was heaven. Micheal lay next to me, watching my face as the beer brought me to orgasm, its bubbles and froth making me spasm. Just as I reached the point where I felt I could hold it in no longer, Micheal went back to my arse, his tongue ready. I unclenched with the tide of my orgasm, and Micheal lapped the beer out of me. His tongue was in me, licking out every drop, and I slid to the floor, to weak to support myself. He didn't stop, just forced further into me. He withdrew, and took his beer bottle. I could see my juices glisten around its neck, and he licked them from it, before drinking the rest of the beer. He didn't put the empty bottle down, though. He just looked me straight in the eye with his mischievous glare.

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Beer No. 02



He just looked me in the eye with his mischievous glare.

*

Micheal could pick me up. It was a fact he was proud of, because all our other friends were far too heavy for him, and he demonstrated it regularly. I could remember all the times I had held me breath and prayed that my dick wouldn't give me away as his arms snaked round my waist, but this time I could exhale freely. He picked me up in one slick movement, but it wasn't a romantic, Romeo-esque gesture. His hands went to my hips, he looked into my eyes cheekily, and slung me over his shoulder. I laughed, and the shake disturbed one of his hands, which he discovered he now didn't need to support me with, now that I was on his broad shoulders. He put it to good use, resting it on the entrance to my arse. 

His house was old, Victorian, probably, and we had about three staircases to climb to get to his room. Halfway up the first staircase, I felt that the repetitive movement could be put to some use, and positioned my dick into Micheal's armpit. As he thundered up the stairs, my erection grew as he wanked me off. Micheal obviously felt me next to his body, and made a point of holding me looser and flinging me harder to increase my strokes. I was fully erect by the time he laid me down on his bed. He disappeared into the bathroom next door, and I got a chance to survey his room. It was a tip- old rock magazines littered the floor, whilst beer bottles rolled across the floor as I threw the duvet off his bed, to reveal the empty condom packets hidden within its folds. It was a rare night that Micheal slept alone, I mused. Or slept at all. I knew, without a doubt, however, that the condom that he was fetching from his stash behind the toilet was the first he would ever have used on a boy.

Micheal re-entered. The light had been off in the room before now, but as he shut the door, all that was left was the moonlight streaming in through the large window. The room was filled with a soft, blue colour, and the edges of the room seemed to become distant. It put everything which was about to happen into perspective, and any doubts that I had about sleeping with Micheal were put to rest. He lay down next to me, and pulled the tee-shirt over his head. He lay, silhouetted by the light through the window, breathing heavily, but making no move. Held against the waistband of his freshly donned boxers (he had retrieved them from downstairs whilst I had examined his room) was a bottle of what I hoped was lube, and a condom packet. I lay there, looking at him, as he lay facing the ceiling. I decided that he wanted me to make the first move. I lay one hand weightlessly on his stomach, my middle finger just twitching the elastic of his pants. He made a move as if to become more settled, pushing his waist upwards. I applied the same pressure downwards with my hand, and slid over the condom and into his pants, the lube bottle lying between my thumb and forefinger. I felt the tangled, wiry mesh of his pubes, and felt within them, but not so as to feel his dick. When my fingers strayed onto his hairless belly, I felt the spasms within him, and I felt that it was time. I withdrew my hand, taking the lube and the condom with an easy motion. Micheal still lay there.

I flipped my leg over him, so I sat straddling him. He moved his gaze to look into my eyes, and the intensity of it nearly made me look away, but I resisted. By the feel of cotton on my naked arse, he enjoyed it. I let my hand cup his cheek, and I realised that, while he might have taken the lead downstairs, playing the predator, up here he wanted to be treated. I lowered myself sensuously, kissing him slowly, letting the threads of dry saliva and beer hold our lips together for a brief moment before we parted. He made no move to wrestle me with his tongue as before, so I slipped mine in, and explored all around his mouth, his cheek cavities, and his tongue, all with the slight taste of me still lingering there. We were still gazing into each others eyes. I withdrew, and stuck my tongue out at him. He complied, and stuck out his tongue to its full extent. I lowered down again, and took it in my mouth like I had his penis, and began to blow it, arching my neck up and down, licking the underside of it, while gently sucking the taste of his saliva off it. I heard a strangled sound, as Micheal tried to moan without his tongue, but I felt his please more than I heard it. I decided to move on to the real thing. I slid myself down his body, my tongue now searching in and out of the places that I had fantasised about- his nipples, his treasure trail. I detoured to his armpit, and licked away what remained of my pre-cum, and his sweat. I reached his penis. I slid his boxers down, but not off, and buried myself in his balls, his penis sliding around my face as I took both of them in my mouth. I could feel, with my tongue, the individual hairs around his sack as I worked my way round. I released, and his balls contracted, the moisture cooling them, sucking them up towards his dick. Earlier, I had been too rushed to do what I'd wanted with it, but that was to be different now.

Tantalisingly slow, I licked from his base up to his head. His penis stretched at me, screaming to be released by my tongue, but I resisted the urge to plunge it into my mouth, and continued on my downward lick, back to my starting point. I took the head of his penis, and held it down, towards my neck, letting it force against it as I licked his pubes, feeling the tangles there. I licked slowly down, getting towards his head, and the pressure on my neck mounted. I reached half way down Micheal, and suddenly jerked my head downwards, releasing his dick, and engulfing it whole on its upwards spring. I felt Micheal expel a breath forcefully. I could take his dick comfortably without deep-throating it, but I felt that, by the size of it, if I opened my mouth wider, and forced my head down further, his head would fit just into my throat. I did this, and Micheal expelled another breath as I gulped, propelling the head of his dick into my throat, sealing around his head. I twisted my head, and the different textures of my mouth made Micheal moan. I carried on, until I felt his excitement subside. I could feel his head in my throat, forming a large ridge, and I took my hand and felt the ridge. I heard Micheal sigh from the touch, and I proceeded to poke and rub the bulge, the ridges of my throat nearly bringing him to climax. I withdrew, and lay back next to him. I didn't want him to be spent, yet.

I felt, instinctively, that I didn't want to talk to Micheal. He was a talkative person, and I wanted this to be special. To be different. I licked his cheek, and slid my hand under him to his arse. He understood me, and nodded, so I stood up, lowering myself onto his fact, facing the headboard. I crouched, waiting for the ferocity of his passion, but instead I was toppled by the tenderness of his touch. His tongue snaked gingerly around my hole, slowly pleasuring in long, wide strokes. It took all my strength, and all the strength of the headboard, to stop me from sinking onto him completely. He finally pushed his tongue into me, but still, even as I moaned for more, he took me slowly, thoroughly mapping my inside, until I could bare it no more. I stood up, whipping up the lube bottle next to me. I covered my hands, and, smothering my arse, I bend down and took his face, roughly, in my hand, and kissed him like he had kissed me downstairs, pinning his tongue to the bottom of his mouth. He got my message, and quickly stood up. I positioned myself, gripping the aching headboard, arching my back to its full extent, and was barely ready when Micheal took me. He had lubed up his condom clad penis, and hovered it at my ass for one tantalising moment, before slowly, but definitely surely, sliding it in.

Most people talk about the pain, I find. I had already experimented with myself, so I had overcome this already. The lube, the saliva, the beer, all merged, and me and Micheal became one entity, with no pain, no friction, just the pleasure of feeling him inside me, of reaching down underneath me and feeling his movement. I cried out with pleasure, but Micheal covered my mouth. He had understood me completely. Suddenly, his movements became quicker, harsher, and he let go of me completely, his hands serving his own pleasures. I was left to grip the headboard and moan helplessly as he build up speed, moving inside of me. I felt, within me, his thick shaft, and the pulsing, wide head of his penis as he stopped. His hands went to my hips once more, and he pushed further inside me. I could feel him straining still as I made one, final moan, and slid off of him. I looked at him, quizzically, wondering why he hadn't used me like a cum-bucket, like I'd wanted him to. He answered by peeling off the condom. He wasn't going to waste his seed on a strip of latex.

He stayed knelt up as I hungrily went down to his penis. No more slow licks, I was an animal, lapping at his pre-cum, before taking him whole within me and using all my skills to bring him to climax. He squeezed my shoulders, and I felt the change within him. I withdrew, and positioning my face, wanked him to finish. His cum burst over my face in waves, dripping over me. Three tides of it flowed over my cheek bones, over my lips, over my tongue. I lay back, my head hitting the pillow, as I revelled in the warmth of it. I might have forgotten my still erect penis, but Micheal hadn't, and so while I enjoyed him on my face, spreading it about, tasting it, he was bringing me to climax with his tongue. I cummed, shooting one, vast load into Micheals mouth, and he brought his mouth over mine, spilling the contents onto my face, as I gleefully merged my seed with his. I spent the minutes before I fell asleep moaning and grunting as Micheal licked ourselves off of my face, feeding me with it, and eating it himself. Two beer bottle clinked together as Micheal pulled the duvet off the floor and over our sleepy embrace.

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Beer Party



Hal had called and asked if wanted to go out and have a few beers. I told him "sure" and he said he'd pick me up at the student nurses' dorm about 7:00. I showered and dressed for the occasion choosing my nicest pair of panties and bra knowing full well that I might not be wearing them all evening. 

Hal and I were "buddies". "Fuckin' buddies" to be exact. He knew I was engaged and my finace was off some place in the military. And he knew that I was lonely and, more than that, that I was horny. What had started out as a platonic relationship had become intimate and mutually satisfying, although I have never told my husband about all my little "fun and games" while he was away. 

Anyhow, I was anxious to go out, have a little fun with the other students, and probably end up parked somewhere getting my hot pussy nicely stuffed. Because it was warm, I put on a light dress that buttoned all the way down the front. "He'll have fun undoing all those buttons!" I thought.

When Hal pulled up in front of the nurse's dorm, I was surprised to see Lou in the front seat with him. Lou was another one of the med students. I'd been out with Lou several times and, yes, we'd had a very good time. That's like "...a VERY good time!" He was athletic, well-muscled, and well-hung. I had especially enjoyed getting my mouth on his cock and slowly working him into a frenzy until he blew a magnificent load off in my mouth. But, what were the two of them, Hal and Lou, doing together? Or, more importantly, what did Hal and Lou think they were going to do together?

I had expected that we would head for the neighborhood bar all the students frequented. Instead, Hal headed for a nearby park where a lot of couples hung out and got it on. "I thought we were going to drink some beer," I stated.

"We are. We even brought the beer!" With that, Lou reached into the back seat where they had a bucket full of iced cans of beer. We parked, popped the cans and started chitchatting back and forth. Another round of beer and our comments became more suggestive. The two guys kept talking about "friends taking care of friends" and "it's always better to have two friends than one". Since I had "been intimate" with both of them, it became very clear that they both expected to get a little tonight and I was the one who was expected to provide it. The more I thought about it, the sexier I felt and the more exciting the idea of playing with both of them became.

After our second beer, the two guys started nuzzling and petting and fondling me. With one on each side, they could cover a lot of territory in very short time. Hal started unbuttoning my dress from the top and Lou started unbuttoning my dress from the bottom. In short order, Hal was playing with my nipples and Lou was rubbing my crotch and I was getting real antsy. When my dress was completely unbuttoned and pulled aside, they started working all over me. Hal unsnapped my bra and Lou slipped his hand into the front of my panties and started fingering my pussy, which by now was getting quite wet. 

I reached over to both their laps and started stroking the bulges in their pants. 

"Come on, you guys!" I said. "You've got to give me something to play with, too!" They were quick to oblige. Each of them unbuckled and unzipped and pulled out their cocks. Having played with them before, I knew what to expect when I grabbed them and started slowly jacking them up and down. Playing with one guy's joint was thrilling. Having one in each hand was a truly unique turn on. They were both beginning to get slick as I slowly jacked them up and down.

Hal slipped my bra off and tossed it in the back seat. Lou helped slip my panties the rest of the way off. And there I was, totally naked in the front seat of the car with two guys with throbbing hard-on's. "No fair!" I exclaimed. "You guys have to get out of your pants and shorts, too." It didn't take them long to get that done. Now I could fondle their cocks and massage their balls while they pinched and tweaked and kissed my titties and rubbed and finger fucked my wet cunt. 

At that point, it was a matter of who was going to fuck whom first. We joked about various ways of deciding. Rock, paper, and scissors? Fuckee's choice? Biggest cock last or biggest cock first? I suggested that, since H was the most recent one I'd put out for, that it was only fair if L got to be the first tonight.

Lou and I got out of the car and opened the back door, Lou naked from the waist down with a nice big hard on while I was totally naked. Walking around in the open air without anything on was a turn on in itself. I reveled in my exhibitionism and wondered what it would be like to have a couple more onlookers. Lou and I arranged ourselves in the back seat. I spread my legs for him and he slowly slipped his cock into my steamy hole. Hal leaned over the seat back to watch us fuck up an enthusiastic storm and to keep up a running dialogue of medical jargon describing sexual intercourse. The eroticism of the situation affected all of us and it didn't take long at all for Lou to pop his nuts and for me to snap and grab and pop hard and fast.

When his cock subsided and quit throbbing, he pulled out and Hal climbed into the back seat. Having watched the two of us go at it, he was hot to trot and quickly plunged his hard on deep in my slick and still tingling pussy. It didn't take any time at all for him to blow off a big load and I was throbbing hard, too.

Sitting naked in the back seat with come dribbling from my pussy, we paused and drank another beer. They kept teasing me about how much better it was to have two hot cocks than only one and I certainly had to agree. It wasn't long before we were all horny again. Feeling incredibly erotic, I asked, "What do you want to do now?" And, it didn't take very long for Hal and Lou to agree that a nice, slow blowjob sounded good. It sounded good to me, too.

"But, let's not get cooped up in the car again," I suggested. "Let's do it out here in front of God and everybody!" I was already naked and it didn't take long for the guys to slip off their trousers and their shorts. They leaned back against the car while I knelt down and slowly worked back and forth, first one and then the other, until I had both of them ready to blow off another load. When I could feel that they were close to popping off, I pumped both of them and licked their heads until they started throbbing and throbbing and splattering off all over me.

We got cleaned up as best we could and agreed that it had turned out to be a very nice evening. I certainly felt like I had shown them what a sensuous woman I could be. I shared the same kind of thing with them several times and with some others.



Beer Pong



"So, what's the bet?" 

Matthew grinned, staring at Sarah's curvy figure, trying to think up something he knew she'd never do under any other circumstance. They'd met a few months ago, and hadn't stopped texting each other since. However, they'd yet to sleep together, and Matthew was hoping tonight would be the night. She was so goddamn pretty; 5'8", slim waist and perky handfuls of tits with a round ass that begged to be spanked. He imagined tangling his fingers in her long, wavy black hair to pull her head back so he could bite her neck, squeezing her tits in one hand while squeezing her ass with the other...but he was getting ahead of himself. After all, there was no surety that she'd agree to his bet. 

Sarah bit her lip nervously, knowing Matt would come up with something that would simultaneously terrify and arouse her. He'd been doing that a lot lately, the way he'd kiss her lips gently but dig his fingers into her side, as if as a reminder that he could take her, if he wanted, in an instant. He was so much taller than her, a good 6'3" with the strong muscles of a man who'd trained in the military. He had a devilishly handsome smile that bordered on predatory, and Sarah was petrified of him, yet wanted nothing more than to take him inside of her. She smoothed her skirt down, and cocked an eyebrow at him, waiting for him to answer her question. 

"You first. What do you want if you win?" He asked her, tapping a ping pong ball on the table. 

Sarah thought for a second, her tongue running over her lips before saying, "If I win, you take your clothes off." 

Matthew's grin grew wider, before he said, "Deal," holding out his hand. 

They shook on it, before she asked, "And you?" 

"If I win, I want you to bend over the table." 

Sarah's eyes widened considerably, and she opened her mouth to protest even as the blood rushed between her thighs and her heartbeat picked up. 

"Before you say anything - you wanted me to take my clothes off. We shook on it. How is this any different? I simply want you to bend over the table." 

She stared at him, waiting for him to say more. "That's all you want me to do? Bend over the table? Not even take my clothes off? That's it?" 

He nodded. "All you have to do is bend over." 

Still looking apprehensive, she stuck her hand out, murmuring, "All right then..." 

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Sarah groaned as the ping pong ball sank into her last cup. Her head swam with the effects of the beer, while Matthew threw his hands up in victory. She drained the cup, before slamming it down. She needed to do this now, while she still had her liquid courage. Without another word, she locked eyes with Matthew before bending slowly and seductively over the edge of the table, hands stretching out in front of her. 

He stared, his eyes turning dark with something she couldn't quite name. 

Her braveness draining out of her quickly, she dropped her eyes and made to stand up, before she felt a hand between her shoulders that shoved her back down to the table gently but firmly. 

"Matthew, I-" 

"The bet was for you to bend over. Not to stand back up." 

"What-" Before she could say another word, her skirt was flipped up and her ass smacked hard. She cried out, her arms shooting out and knocking cups off the table. 

"Matt, no, I don't-" Another smack, on the other asscheek this time, and her words were cut off with a short scream. 

The way Sarah's round ass shook and vibrated when he slapped it, the way she cried out and clenched her fists, the way she jerked away as if she actually had somewhere to escape was intoxicating. He spanked her six times on each cheek, putting quite a bit of strength behind the blow so that when he was done, her ass was bright red and hot to the touch. Sarah's tears pooled under her face, but her eyes were filled with a mix of fear and arousal. He took that as his cue to continue, and pulled her skirt and panties down in one smooth move. 

He wrapped her long hair around his fist and pulled her up by the hair, positioning himself behind her so his cock, already semi-erect, was pressed against her sore ass. He relished her sharp, pained intake of breath before he pulled her head to the side by the hair and latched onto her neck, biting down hard and licking and sucking at the spot; he wanted to make sure she'd look in the mirror tomorrow and remember how fully she'd been his tonight. 

Still working on her neck, his other hand moved to her pussy. Tilting her head so their lips met, he pushed his tongue into her mouth the same moment his finger began rubbing forceful circles over her clit, slick with her juice. He bit her lip so hard he tasted blood as he abandoned circles and began rubbing her clit haphazardly, wanting her to fall apart in his arms, and swallowed her cry. 

Her hands tried to push him away, but he slapped her pussy, and when Sarah froze in pained shock Matthew grabbed her wrists and pulled them behind her, holding them there as he continued forcing her to cum. Finally, she dissolved, near screaming as she came all over his fingers and down her thighs. He brought his fingers up and shoved them into her mouth, growling as she bit down hard. 

Fisting his wet fingers in her hair, he tightened it, pulling her hair against her scalp before pushing her down to meet the table again. He let go of her wrists and undid his pants, his fat, 10-inch cock throbbing painfully. He pushed two fingers inside of her, grinning as she moaned, and stroked himself a few times to spread her juice over his cock, before pushing inside of her. 

She gasped and struggled, but he only pushed her face harder into the table as he filled her completely, bottoming out. Sarah was squirming frantically under him and cursing him, her muscles clenching, trying to push him out. He gave her a minute to tire herself out, clenching her hair all the harder, and when she finally stilled, he pulled out and slammed into her. 

She screamed this time, but Matthew didn't give her time to get used to the sensation. He began pounding her relentlessly, feeling her cervix hit the top of his cock and knowing it was probably sending pains shooting up her stomach. 

Sarah struggled violently, but Matthew was simply too heavy for her to move. She cursed her body for being so slick, so wet, so willing even as she desperately tried to reject him. He was so fucking massive, she felt like his cock was bottoming out in her throat. Pain shot through her womb, but something about it was so intoxicatingly delicious she couldn't stop herself from moaning. Tears fell down her cheeks and pooling under her face on the table, even as she fell into another orgasm. 

She came violently around his cock, and he groaned as her walls squeezed down on him so tightly he thought he'd never be able to pull out of her. Leaning back, he watched her come down from her high before slapping her hard on the ass, enjoying the way she spasmed on his cock. He alternated between spanking her and raking his nails along her pretty skin. He was so goddamn close, but he wanted to make her cum one last time, and watch her face as she did. He pulled out of her, dragged her up and threw her over his shoulder, ignoring her cries of indignation and her fists beating on his back. 

Walking to the bedroom, Matthew threw her onto the bed, before climbing on top of her and immediately shoving his cock inside of her. She cried out in pain and slapped him across the face. He only smiled, before yanking her shirt up to her wrists and tying it quickly around her wrists and to the headboard above her. Pushing her bra up her chest, he marveled at her C-cups, the perfect handful and perky like gravity had never touched them. 

Leaning down, he licked along the underside of her breasts, drinking in her surprised soft moans, before digging his fingers painfully into her ribs and picking up a rhythm with his thrusts. 

He took her nipple into his mouth and bit down hard, and she struggled even as she moaned, her arms straining to escape her shirt and push him away. Reaching down, he started rubbing her clit again, just as if not more forcefully than before. He knew this wasn't graceful, she'd be unhappily sore for days and this wasn't the optimal way to please a woman; but fuck if he didn't want her to just fall apart into a blubbering, sated mess. 

He leaned back now, her tits bruised and marked to his liking and her neck already showing the remnants of his bites. She was looking at him with those beautiful brown eyes of hers, cheeks flushed and lips dented from constant biting. He could see and feel her tense up, every inch of her straining as the orgasm ripped out of her, and it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

He came soon after, coating her walls with his cum until he finally collapsed on top of her, both of them sticky with sweat. 

"How was that?" 

She giggled as he freed her hands. "Best roleplay we've done in a while," she murmured, kissing his forehead and excited for next week.



Beer Run



"No thanks, not yet," I said, and passed the joint to my wife. "We're going to need beer, and you three are already in no shape. But save some for when I get back." I stood, grabbed my keys. "The way you guys are drinking we're going to run out, and I'd better go before we're all sloshed." I leaned down to kiss Jenn, and left to cheers from our good friends, Nick and Debbie. Debbie called out that she'd make sure Nick had a fat one rolled for me when I returned.

It wasn't really far to the store, but the line was a little long, so it took longer than expected. Jenn had met Debbie at work a few years ago, and we'd gotten close over the few years, having similar interests, and we hung out frequently on weekends. It was summer, and we were in the yard, the grill ready for later, the pool cool and clean and inviting. Jenn was in just a bikini top and shorts, and I wanted to get back quickly; I never tired of seeing her perfect B-cup tits in a bikini, and her shorts really showed off her ass. Despite nearing thirty, she was still incredibly hot, with light brown hair and tan skin. 

Debbie was a few years older, but was very nice to look at as well. Her tank top broadcast her larger breasts, and her denim skirt allowed her long legs to show as she relaxed on the lounge chair in the sun. Her hair was dark, and long, and it accented her elegant face, which always seemed to be etched in mystery; full arched eyebrows, a long narrow nose, with large red lips that curled with impish delight. Her husband, Nick was a big man, six-six at least, with a broad barrel chest and shoulders, but an easy manner that belied his affinity for competitive sports. I think he played everything in high school, settling for football in college, while earning his business degree. He ran a consulting firm, and did well at it. 

So I hurried back, looking forward to a full day in the sun with our friends, drinking, eating, laughing, and drinking beer and smoking some weed. Jenn always got horny when she smoked, and even though Debbie and Nick were staying in the guest room, I knew there would be some hot sex in store for tonight.

I walked into the yard to the sound of the girls giggling, but they stifled it a little as I came in. I looked at the three of them, and they all wore guilty mischievous grins. 

"All right, what did I miss?" I asked, dropping the beer by the cooler, and starting to load it up. Debbie was close by and got up to help me. Nick and Jenny sat at the table, Nick leaning back, and Jenn with her elbows on the table, holding her beer.

"I got a fat one ready for you, buddy," Nick offered, and looks were exchanged between the three of them.

"All right, come on, what's up. You guys look like the cat that swallowed the canary." Nick lit up the joint, and took a hit, while Debbie giggled again. I looked to Jenny, grinning. "Come on, Jenn, what's the joke."

She looked up at me, shading her eyes against the sun with her hand. Her face scrunched up a little in the sunlight, which lit her face to show her stunning beauty and sexiness. "It's not a joke," she said, smiling, and then blushing a little. "Don't laugh. Promise you won't laugh."

"Okay, I promise," I said, closing the cooler and standing. I walked to her, pulled up a chair. Debbie left the lounge and sat next to me in the last open seat, to my left. "What is it?"

"Nick wants to fuck me," she said, plainly, and I smiled, but forced it away. I had promised not to laugh, but the statement was ridiculously funny. Then she added, "and I think I'm going to let him." I lost the urge to laugh. I stared dumbly at her. The minutes stretched. Her face was lightly intent, casual. I searched for an emotion, and in desperation, landed on light-hearted fun.

"Well," I managed to smile, tuning my head to each of them, "that must be some pot!" I reached for the joint, which had gone out, and re-lit it as I spoke. "I didn't think I was gone so long as to make you want to leave me!" Everyone seemed to relax a little bit. Nick and Jenny exchanged glances, not subtly, and Debbie met my gaze with her usual quizzical smile, perhaps a bit sly. 

Jenny looked at me grinning. "I'm not talking about leaving you, Kirk," she said. "I'm talking about fucking Nick," she quipped.

"Yes, well, that's a relief, that you're not leaving me for him. Just a fuck, then, I guess," I said, trying to work my way into the joke. "You guys must have had a hell of a conversation in my absence," I joked, and took a hit from the joint. A big hit. I had some catching up to do. After exhaling, I asked, "Was I gone that long?" I quipped, and looked at each of them. They all smiled, including Jenny. "I didn't sense you wanting to have sex with anyone before I left. How did you come to this decision?" I was grinning, widely, trying to be part of the joke, and looked at them again. And they were smiling. But I suddenly got the feeling that this was not pot talk. I took another big hit, and opened my beer, and drained a nervous couple of gulps.

When I put the beer down on the table, they were all still looking at me, with those nervous sly smiles. I caught another glance pass between Jenny and Nick. "Are you guys yanking my chain, or what?" I asked. Jenny looked down at her beer. Nick looked at me, still leaning back in his chair, still smiling. Debbie's grin had grown to a full smile, and it looked great on her. She reached out and laid her hand on my arm.

"Actually, no, Kirk," she told me. "We're not. Nick really does want to fuck Jenny." And now I felt myself staring at her, just as I had stared at Jenny, dumbfounded and not knowing how to react. "We were talking while you were gone, and the pot kicked in, and we were talking about sex, you know, harmless things-"

"Let me tell him, Deb," Jenny said. "I think he should hear it from me." Debbie mock-pouted, and sat back in her seat, and the smile returned to her sexy face. I turned to Jenny. 

"Okay," I said, a little too petulant, "tell."

"Oh, come on, Kirk, please don't be like that, just listen." 

I calmed myself, and took a deep breath. "Maybe this will help," I said, and took another hit.

"I can't hurt," Nick chimed in, and I threw him a look. "What?" he asked, grinning. "Jenny's hot, you know that. I've told you that before. I even told you I wouldn't mind having a shot at her. You're a lucky guy."

"Stop, Nick. Kirk, listen. We were talking, and we got to chatting about sex, and what we each do together, you know, and I was a little stoned, and I was saying how much I like being on top, you know I like that, and then Debbie said she has to get on top most of the time, because Nick's thing is too big." She had a hand on my forearm as she spoke, and there was no hint of guile or shame or deceit in her voice, but her face held a hint of amusement, or expectation. "And we talked about that, and then Debbie dared him to show us." She paused, and took a breath. "And he did." She paused again, and smiled a little. "And I was, you know, horny, from the pot, and all. And I sucked his dick." Her voice got a little faraway and fuzzy in my ears then. "It was soft, but it was pretty big, I have to say, not like a giant monster porn cock, but pretty big."

"It's pretty big," Debbie scoffed, "wait till you see him hard."

"It's not THAT big."

"Just wait."

"So, anyway, then he said he wanted to fuck me, and at first I said no, of course, but I think I let them talk me into it."

Debbie snickered. "Yeah. Talked you into it, after you sucked it!"

"Wait," I said, startled out of my fog, "you sucked his dick?"

"I told you that before, yes," she explained, calmly. "When he took it out."

"Oh, so I go out for beer, for maybe a half hour, and while I'm gone our friend decides to pull out his dick" I heard my voice getting louder, "and then, my wife decides, oh, what a nice big dick it is, and what the heck, it's already out," I stood up, my arms flailing as I spoke, "I guess I better suck it." I looked at her, finished my beer, and stood there.

She looked around at our friends, then up at me. "Well, kinda, yeah," she said, matter-of-factly. Debbie snorted a laugh behind me. "Not exactly like that, but close enough, yeah." 

I went to the cooler for another beer, and opened it. I couldn't believe my wife sucked another guy's dick, right there on my patio, and was so blasé about it, and now she's telling me she wants to fuck him! "So while I'm gone Nick has his dick out? What, so that's okay, so if I pull out my dick, that's okay, too?" I took a long pull from the bottle.

Her eyes twinkled and she smiled up at me, her chin resting in her hand. "Well, no one has asked you to pull it out, but sure, it's fine. I think our friends are okay with that." 

My head was spinning with confusion, and I wasn't thinking straight. I heard murmurs of assent from Debbie, and Nick said he didn't mind if I pulled it out. I was stoned and ranting, and an image flashed through my head of my wife leaning over in her chair and taking Nick's dick into her mouth. "Oh, great," I started shouting, noticing that they were all looking pretty amused at my reaction, "so let's just all pull out our dicks then!" I put my beer on the table and standing there, untied my board shorts, and pulled them down. Jenny clapped as I exposed my cock and balls, and Nick yelled, "All right!" I tried to say something angry and sarcastic, but was distracted by Debbie grabbing my dick and wrapping her lips around it. 

My eyes opened wide and my mouth hung open wordlessly and I just stood there, in full view of my wife and my friend, while his wife sucked my dick, and felt my erection growing in her mouth. I waited for someone to stop it, but instead I heard Jenny say, "That's it, you slut, eat my man's cock!" I looked at her, and she had a look of excitement on her face like a kid at the circus. And then she turned to Nick, and motioned with her chin, and he unzipped his cargo shorts, and reached into his fly, and pulled out what I had to say was a pretty big, thick dick. 

And my wonderful, sweet, pretty wife of five years turned her chair, and leaned forward, and I watched Nick's cock slip into her mouth. 

It must have been the pot, because I didn't kill anyone. It sounds crazy, but I didn't want to kill anyone, or run away, or slap her. Although it's likely that Debbie's work on my cock helped, a lot. I stood, and got my dick sucked, and watched my wife bring Nick's cock to full mast with her mouth and her hands. And my dick got hard as steel, fast; so fast, Debbie pulled back.

"Holy shit, Kirk, that was a surprise." She stroked my wet shaft. "I'd like to think I was responsible for that development, but I bet you were watching them," she motioned with her chin, "it's fucking hot to see her, right?"

And I had to admit, she was right. Seeing my wife suck my dick was always great, watching her lips stretch around my shaft, seeing her cheeks sink in, watching her bounce her head up and down. But seeing her do it to Nick, forcing her mouth down onto his big cock, well, it was just as hot. Maybe hotter. Definitely nastier. And his dick was pretty big, Debbie was right. 

"Hey, guys, maybe we should take it inside," Debbie called, still gripping my shaft in her hands, slowly stroking me. "There's a fence, and all, but still, someone might see." Jenny pulled her head out of Nick's lad and stood, saying it was a great idea, and Nick just stood, his cock proudly jutting out from his open fly, and headed inside with his beer. 

Jenny came to me, and kissed me hard on the mouth, her tongue slipping inside mine as Debbie squeezed my shaft. Her lips were wet, slick with saliva. She had just sucked another man's dick with the lips that were kissing me. And I didn't throw up. She whispered, "I love you" and she pulled away and went to the cooler for a beer, and pranced excitedly to the door to catch up to Nick. 

Debbie stood, and kissed me deeply, still holding my dick in her hand. Her tongue invaded my mouth, and I received it, and we groaned and breathed hard into each other's mouths for a few minutes. She pulled away but kept her face close to mine. "I am going to fuck you good," she said. "Come on, let's get inside and see what they're up to."

We went in, just in time to hear Jenny squeal from inside the den. We made a bee-line inside, in time to see Jenny lifting up from Nick's cock. They were both completely naked, and Nick was on his back on the couch, and Jenny was on top of him, facing us, squatting over him. She braced herself with her hands on his chest, forcing her tits together, her knees spread wide. Her beautiful shaved pussy was open and finished sliding up and began sliding back down, slowly, her lower lips pulled into her as she forced herself down onto Nick's fat shaft, about three-quarters before stopping. Her head was down, she was watching his cock go into her again. We stood silently as she made the trip up and down his cock a few more times. She saw us when she raised her head. Her eyes were intently playful, and her mouth hung open as she settled her pelvis near the base. She was looking at Debbie.

"Right?" Debbie asked her. "Didn't I tell you?"

"Oh, my God, it's fucking fantastic!" my wife gasped. "I feel like I'm going to split in half!"

"You haven't even gone all the way down yet," Nick announced.

"Oh, fuck, I can't, it's too big, I can't."

"Sure you can," Debbie chirped, "just take it slow, and go a little more each time, you'll see."

Frankly, the good-natured banter wasn't helping me decipher my conflicting emotions. On the one hand, I watched as Debbie put her beer down and began stripping, exposing her incredible naked body. Sure, I'd fantasized about it, and she had sucked my dick out on the patio, and told me she was going to fuck me. On the other, I was watching my wife, who I thought was less craven than me, lowering herself onto a cock bigger than mine, and enjoying it in spite of (or because of?) the way it was stretching her out. 

Not that she didn't look hot doing it. She always looks hot during sex, especially when she is overwhelmed by the passion and lust, which she clearly was now. But it had always been with me that I'd seen her like that. I tore my gaze from her beautiful, straining body and turned to Debbie, who had just slipped her panties off. I didn't know whether to be cool, or be frantic, and ended up just confused.

"Jenny is ... Nick ... my wife! My wife is fucking Nick!" I exclaimed.

She grinned at me. "Are you upset?" She grabbed my dick, which was still jutting out from open shorts. "Your dick doesn't mind," she smiled. "Come on, admit it, Jenny looks fucking hot right now, look at the way her cunt is grabbing at his shaft. See her eyes? She's going into the zone. Believe me, I know." She stroked me with one hand, and pushed my shorts down with the other. "She's still not all the way in the zone, but she's not all the way down yet, either. Look at her, that horny slut, I bet she'd do anything right now."

"Yeah ... but,"

"But, hell," she said, pulling my shirt up over my head, leaving me naked. "You don't believe me? Go shove your dick in her face." As she said it, she guided me towards Jenny. I walked in a daze, stopped a few feet away. Debbie grabbed me by the dick again, and pulled me forward, right to Jenny's face, and she opened her mouth and took my cock, sucking like she never had before. The sensations ran straight through me as she hungrily lapped and suck my dick, continually raising and lowering her hips. Debbie moved behind her, and straddled Nick's legs, standing with her hands on Jenny's shoulders.

"Time to get the full ride," she said softly into my wife's ear, and Jenny groaned her response onto my dick. The next time she lowered her hips, Debbie pressed her down until she squealed around my shaft. "There you go, you feel that; now hold it there, let yourself adjust." Sometimes, when Jenny and I do it doggy style, I can bang my dick against the bottom of her pussy, and she tells me it hurts. I could only imagine what she was feeling now. I watched as Debbie held her down, then slowly eased the pressure, but Jenny stayed in place a few more seconds. I looked at her face; her eyes had tears in them, but she kept sucking me. She looked a little possessed. 

"One more time, now," Debbie encouraged as Jenny lifted, and then sank down again, and Debbie pressed down, forcing my wife all the way onto Nick's shaft. Jenny's eyes opened wide, and she pulled off my dick, and cried out. 

"Oh, fuck, that hurts, stop, no, don't stop, hold me down, fuck, I'm taking it all, oh, fuck it hurts so good!" Debbie pushed her forward, so she was bent almost double, and then crouched down behind her. 

"Oh, yeah, he's all the way in, now," she exclaimed, and looked up at me. "Come here, Kirk you've got to see this!" She was all excited, and a part of me wanted to run from the room, but I didn't, I went to her, and looked down.

And I saw my wife, obscenely spread, her tight asshole clenching above her pussy, stretched around the base of Nick's shaft, rocking her hips back and forth, pressing down. She was making guttural sounds now, and then lifted her hips up, exposing almost all of his shaft as her lips gripped him, and then lowered again. 

"Fucking incredible," Debbie muttered with admiration. My dick agreed. She turned to me. "See? I told you, she's in the zone now. She'll do anything. Watch this." She took my hand and brought me back to Jenny's head, then pulled her head up by her blonde hair. As I watched, Debbie stepped over Nick, and presented her shaved pussy to Lisa. 

There was no way, I thought, but that illusion was shattered as Jenny pushed her face into Debbie's cunt and started licking her. "Fuck, yeah, lick my cunt," she told her, then turned to me. "Did you ever think?" she laughed. 

No, I never thought I'd see my wife licking another woman's pussy. I'd fantasized, sure, who hasn't. Sometimes when we fuck, and her head is hanging off the bed, I would imagine a woman standing above her, lowering her pussy, and my wife licking it, looking at me, seeing her tongue part the lips ... but this? I never expected this. 

Jenny was pushing her face forward, burying her tongue up inside Debbie's wet slit, digging for the juices spilling out of her; I could see her face getting wet. Damn, she was lost in the moment, completely surrendered to her lust. 

"Fuck, Kirk," Nick said from below me, "you've got a fucking hot slut here." Did he just call my wife a slut? I watched her, rising and falling on his giant dick, heard her moaning with delight into her friend's cunt and thought, okay, he's right, she is kind of a slut. Debbie had changed the angle of her hips now, and Jenny was sucking her clit like she does my nipples sometimes. Then Debbie stepped away. 

"I need some cock, Kirk," she announced, and grabbed my shoulders and lowered us to the floor, next to Nick and Debbie. She lay on her back, and pulled her legs up and wide. "Come on, baby, Jenny's mouth made me nice and wet for your cock, shove it in me." I needed no additional direction, and speared her completely in one thrust. I was up on my knees, and driving my cock hard into her wet steaming hole, when I heard Jenny start to scream as her orgasm took her, yelling, her mouth wide open, eyes bulging, almost terrified by the power of her climax. She was shaking, her tits wobbling, and Nick grabbed her nipples and pinched, pulling them away from her body, and she came again, now staring at me as I fucked Debbie. 

"I'm fucking cumming, Kirk, I'm cumming on his big cock, oh, fuck, my pussy is so fucking filled with cock," she jabbered at me. I couldn't believe the filth coming from her as she came. I looked down at their joined flesh, saw liquid splashing on Nick.

"Oh, fuck, she squirted!" Nick exclaimed, "she fucking shot girl cum all over me!" I lost my rhythm for a second; Jenny had never ejaculated before, and I wondered if she had peed on Nick, but it didn't smell like it. I heard their wet bodies splashing together. 




Beer Run: The Corruption of Taylor



Sometimes, when I'm away on business, I have to find ways to satisfy my urges on a whim.

This time was no different.

Friday night I found myself in the darkened hotel room, closing in on 3am, with a 20-year old cocky little thing trussed up and gagged, recently penetrated, humiliated, and looking to me for some answers as to why he felt the way he did Broken, vulnerable from his surrender, he surely would never been the same.

The semen was still fresh on his lips, and his lashes were still wet with tears.

How it all came together still amazes me.

**

I found Taylor at a liquor store.

I had not gone out that night with the intent of finding a man to bring back to my hotel room and seduce and torture. I had simply gone out for a walk, to gather my thoughts, to try to find some serenity in the cool Chicago air.

The concierge at the hotel told me there was a music store a few blocks away. Music is always a nice diversion, so I decided to go pick up a few new compact discs. The day had been hell for me - back to back meetings with clients, a few horrific presentations and barely being able to slip out of entertaining for the evening because I was just too exhausted.

Instead I wandered down the avenue and was half way to the music store when I saw Taylor standing outside a liquor store, smoking, alone.

The only urge that I have which is sometimes as unbearable as the urge to dominate is the desire, randomly, for chocolate. Not a lot of chocolate, not a specific kind of chocolate, but something sweet. So I detoured into the liquor store and b-lined for the candy aisle, only to find Taylor lurking behind me.

He was following me.

This was odd to me, because he hardly looked like the stalker type. He looked to be about 18 or 19, in torn jeans and a black short sleeved t-shirt. His hair was dirty blonde and he had great blue eyes. As sort of a grungy type, he also needed a shave - but I guess that look is still in.

Taylor watched me pay for my small black bag of plain M&Ms and then followed me out of the liquor store.

I wasn't really worried; after all, he looked harmless.

We only got about half a block before he sped up to me, to my side and said "Excuse me."

I stopped and turned to him.

"Can I ask you for a favor?"

I wonder if Taylor ever wished he had not asked that question. Because that's what started it all.

**

Taylor wanted me to buy him a six pack of beer.

He explained this to me nervously, his hands shoved down as far into his pockets as they could go. And all I could keep thinking when I was listening to him explain how he lost is ID was, "Those are beautiful eyes."

He stammered a few times, tried small talk when I just stared at him blankly after his initial request.

"You're from out of town," he observed. People have told me I look like I'm either from LA or New York, depending on what I am wearing. I guess I didn't look Midwestern enough, even for downtown Chicago. Or maybe it was the fact that I was in a business suit.

"You aren't 21," I told him. "You didn't lose your ID. You just want someone to buy it for you. Don't lie to me. That isn't a good way to start this off."

He chuckled a little, looked down, and was shuffling his feet in that kind of "oh shucks" kind of way. Good lord, I thought to myself, is this an act, or is he really that nervous? The vibes from him were inundating me. I was totally overstimulated, to say the least.

The only thing I can compare it to is being like a starving, hungry predatory cat, wandering through the brush feeling sorry for herself, only to come upon a venison with a broken leg.

He was just asking to be captured.

"If I walk in there and buy you liquor," I pointed out to him. "It'd be on camera, and I'm sure that guy working there has seen you pull this before."

Taylor was about to defend himself, but I cut him off.

"If you want a beer, come up to my hotel down the block. I'll take a few out of the bar in the room."

Of course, I didn't expect that he'd go with that. After all, he probably wanted to go take a six pack home and party with his grunge buddies.

He bit his lip, looked at me, and said, "Which hotel?"

**

Taylor was 20.

I got him to admit that to me on the walk to the hotel. In fact, as soon as I got Taylor talking, he wouldn't shut up. He was pleasant enough, but he definitely talked too much (nervous, I would imagine).

I knew the gag would come in handy.

In fact, as Taylor probably excitedly pondered that he was about to score a few free beers, I was pondering about how I was going to score Taylor.

I went through all the thoughts in my head. How he would look bound and gagged. How he would endure pain. How he'd handle being totally used as a sex object - this hormonal, sweet little 20 year old who stands outside of liquor stores asking women ten years his senior to buy him a six pack.

Taylor had a lot to learn.

And I felt like I had struck gold.

**

Of course, the moral side of me kicked in, and I reasoned that the boy would have no more than two beers over the course of the evening, because there was no way in hell I'd deal with an inexperienced, naïve, horny kid agreeing to all sorts of humiliating acts while bombed out of his head.

No, I'd have to be careful with Taylor. And also, I didn't know if he was damaged goods.

In the hotel elevator, Taylor looked up at the illuminated room numbers with big, blue eyes. Staring at him, I noticed that he had underlying features that were quite striking - he had amazing cheekbones, for a start, and really nice lips. His face was somewhat hidden by a mop of hair and he needed a good shave. But other than that, he was quite striking.

And boy, was he nervous.

When we entered my room, I could sense that he was trembling.

Grade A venison. Ready to be devoured.

**

When I travel, I tend to stay in fairly nice hotels. After all, if I am going to be away, I at least want to be comfortable. I have learned to hate two things in the last five years: airplanes and hotel rooms.

This hotel was marginal. I'm drawn to luxurious bathrooms, large bathtubs and really nice beds. This one had all three.

Taylor, apparently, had never been inside anything other than a dark motel room for $29 a night. He tried to hide it, but his eyes were drawn around the room and I could hear him clearing his throat.

My room was equipped with a full bar, in case I needed to do any entertaining (and I guess that was good planning, on my part). I rummaged through the refrigerator and pulled out a Corona for the boy, fixing myself a Stolichnaya on the rocks.

When I handed him the beer he said "Thanks."

Then I said, "Take off your clothes."

**

I guess I prefer the direct approach. But I figure that even a naïve 20 year old has been around the block enough to know that if a woman invites him up to her room to give him a beer, she probably has some other things in mind as well.

It felt, suddenly, like a scene out of The Graduate.

Taylor was holding the beer bottle tightly, half chuckling, looking at me, as if waiting for me to bust out laughing and say "Just kidding."

But I just stood there, sipping my cocktail, and waited for him to react.

"Are you serious?" he finally asked, in almost a whisper.

"I'm completely serious," I responded.

**

Taylor finally snapped out of his daze, probably because the shock wore off and the hormones kicked in. He set his beer down on the nightstand and crossed his arms over his chest to pull the black t-shirt off.

I pulled my hair out of its large, black clip and went to the closet. I never, ever travel without an arsenal of toys, and this trip was no different - even though I knew I would only be gone two days.

When I opened my black leather bag it all started to really sink in.

I was going to have him. I was going to have him in my way, and he was going to learn to submit. I was going to use him and humiliate him and force him to make me cum, then hold him and rebuild him and make him understand why I had to do it.

I'll never forget the look in his eyes when he saw what I was holding.

**

Taylor had never seen anything like what I had. The shackles, the gags, the vibrators and of course the strap-on. I'd taken off my business suit and was just in stockings and bra at that point, and the leather strap on harness was hanging off my fingertips.

:"Oh, shit," was all Taylor could manage.

Before he could weasel away, I took his face in my hands and kissed him. He was just wearing jeans now, after managing to remove his shirt and shoes. I kissed him hard, holding his chin with one hand and moving the other hand around to his ass, pulling him close to me.

Of course I could feel how hard he was in his jeans at that point. I reached down, and under, and rubbed him through the jeans, making sure I massaged him to complete erection before parting lips and whispering, "I want you to submit to me."

His eyes were shut, his lips were still parted and he was breathing softly toward me. He was in a daze. I started unbuttoning his jeans and then he started to tremble again. He was shaking, breathing uneven now, and he was reaching around, blindly, for the beer bottle he had left on the bedside table.

I pushed it just out of his reach and said, "In a minute."

Then I reached down into his briefs and took him full in my hand.

I knew I had him. Literally.

**

It was about fifteen minutes later that I had sweet Taylor hogtied, his balls trussed up and my soiled panties tucked carefully into his mouth,. He'd thrown a bit of a fit about that, until he tasted them of course, and I quieted his protests by lowering my body onto him and resting my soaking pussy right on his nose and mouth.

I knew he couldn't breathe.

"IF you stop being such a brat about this," I said sympathetically, "I'll be much easier on you."

His legs flailed a bit, what they could with his ankles tied together and pulled up behind his back. When I eased up, I lounged momentarily in the feel of his ragged breathing at my thighs, up against my pussy. I took his face in my hands as I slid down, I looked into his eyes and I said, "Do you want to make me cum?"

He nodded. Taylor nodded with boyish enthusiasm, trying to ease up onto his elbows, find any way to get leverage, thinking he was about to be freed so he could fuck me like mad, or that the gag was going to be removed so he could lick my pussy for the next half hour.

Instead, Taylor got to watch me reach back to the dressing table and pick up the heap of leather straps, silver buckles and single, shining black dildo.

His eyes widened, he shook his head and his sweet, muffled voice said, "No."

**

Taylor was terrified. I took his face in my hands again, this time kissing him all around his lips, my hand between my legs masturbating practically on his lap. He was breathing hard, whimpering a bit, and his eyes, when they weren't screwed shut, were pleading with me.

Using my mouth, I bit down on the panties that were spilling from his mouth and pulled them out slowly. He let out a gasp and said at once, "I can't let you do that to me."

Kissing him, holding him, I reached down with the panties and started rubbing them all over his erection. I stroked him with the panties until he was dripping with pre-cum, twisting, moaning, agonizing over the need to cum.

When he looked at me, his eyes had a sweet, innocent glisten to them. I was already in my own world - just one sip of my stoli cocktail had been consumed, so I knew it wasn't the alcohol. No, I was consumed with Taylor, and his innocence. I wanted to have him

I needed to have him.

But because I was in that intense, passionate femdom mood, the one that is even more demanding that my usual mode, I wanted more than that. I didn't just wand Taylor to surrender to me, to let me fuck him in the ass and to beg for more.

I wanted him to kneel before me and fasten the buckles. I wanted him to put the harness on me, knowing full well what was going to happen. Virginal, staring right at the big, black cock that would be soon pounding into him. Methodically, gently tightening each of the leather straps so that the harness rested right on my hips and the base of the cock was positioned right at my crotch for the best stimulation.

Looking into Taylor's eyes, which were starting to well up it with tears, I knew it was going to take some careful planning and a lot of patience.

But, I reasoned, it was only 11:30pm...

**

I released Taylor.

I released him because I knew he was on the edge of freaking out, and I knew that he was dealing with an overload of feelings and sensations. But as soon as he was freed, I locked him into handcuffs, his wrists in front, and made him kneel before me.

I made him kneel while I sat on the edge of the bed, and I reclined and ordered him to go down on me. I told him just how I wanted it, and just how long he would have to do it, and I used both hands in his hair, at the back of his head, to give further direction. By pushing, clenching my fists, pulling his head back.

Taylor was moderate in his abilities. The young ones, I noted, were always too eager and too sloppy. But he showed good promise, and I was patient. After all, this was not the end for me, this was just a step to getting what I really wanted - which was him bent over, vulnerable, begging me fuck him deeper, harder, to show him no mercy and to use him like a total whore.

While Taylor was going down on me, I told him about why I liked my harness so much.

"You need to see what it looks like," I breathed heavily, "To really appreciate it."

He just kept licking. Licking, diligently, probably to try to drown out what I was saying to him.

"When I fuck a man in the ass, I cum," I added. "And nothing excites me more than holding him by the hips, pulling him back with each thrust, feeling him open up to take me, seeing the humiliation in his face.."

By then, I was clenching Taylor's hair so tight with both hands that I felt him wince. His whimpered were muffled by my thighs, pressed tightly around his head. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around tight, moving my hips to raise my body so he could go deeper, deeper with his tongue and bury himself right into me.

By then, I was essentially fucking his face.

In fact, the one-sided conversation was enough to set me off. I pushed him off of me, into the floor on his back, watching him raised his shackled wrists defensively, unsure of what was going on. His face was wet from going down on me, his eyes half shut, his cheeks slightly pink. Without warning, I mounted his face.

Reaching around with my hand, I took his cock full in my palm and gripped him as I fucked his face. This time, it was ruthless, unforgiving. "Tongue out," I ordered. "Keep sucking. Lick harder."

He moaned. He moaned as if it hurt, but his cock was already spurting bits of pre-cum. Taylor produced more precum than I had ever seen. I coated my palm and fingers with it and lifted my body off of him to rub it all over his lips.

He had no idea what I was doing until he licked it and tasted it, making him nearly gag from the realization, but by then I was kissing him on the lips, devouring his mouth. And I didn't give him time to complain out loud, because immediately, after that, I was sitting on his face again.

This time, I rode him until I came.

**

I think Taylor believed he was off the hook at that point. After all, I had cum - didn't that mean it was the end? And that we could move on to HIS orgasm?

Apparently Taylor had never been with a woman in her 30s.

The night was not even close to over. After all, I still had not received what I really wanted - the chance to fuck him mercilessly in the ass. I wanted to put my harness on and take him completely, to take his virginity, to use him in a way that he would never forget.

Taylor was so turned on, so desperate, I knew I could get just about anything from him. It was just a matter of time, and proper pacing. His face was still glistening with my juices, his lips were slightly swollen. His hair, disheveled, made him look even younger than his 20 years.

I tied Taylor up again. I tied him up this time so that his wrists were locked around his knees, his ankles together, his legs pressed to his chest. He was sitting on the floor and looked delightfully helpless.

So much so that I told him that once again I would masturbate. This time, for him to watch. This time, so that he could learn to please me. To want me more than anything.

Taylor looked at me apprehensively when I unfastened the black dildo from my strap on hardness. I brought it to his face and he turned away, inhaling sharply, nervous, unnerved by what he saw.

"Do you want me to stick this in my pussy?" I asked clearly.

Naked, I could see his cock start to once again stiffen. Just the naughty words did it to him.

I held him by the hair, holding his head terribly still, and started to stroke his cheeks with the dildo. I will admit, at that point, I wished it was strapped into my harness. Because I wanted to hold my hands on my hips and torture him by slapping him square across the face with my latex dick, to tease and humiliate him.

But I needed to be gentle with Taylor.

His breathing was ragged, his eyes were shut tight. I could see him clenching his fists, and the mere sight of him made me ache once again. So vulnerable, so nervous and scared. I pressed the tip of my latex dick to his lips and he shuddered and turned away.

"You will learn," I told him. "It just takes time."

**

Right then, I considered, seriously, the long term potential for Taylor. After all, I had a few slaves strewn across the United States - because I travel so much, sometimes I like to know I have a whore in a city just in case I need to use someone while on business.

Taylor had all the qualities I wanted in a whore-slave. He was young, impressionable. Passionate, a little bit nervous. He was someone I could mold into the perfect little cunt sucking whore, if I wanted.

And he was completely unable to hide his emotion - or his arousal. His cock was now fully erect, bobbing precariously even though it was tucked between his thighs and front of his body, in the tucked up position I had him in.

I was masturbating with one hand, two fingers massaging my pussy, while I pressed the dildo, again and again, to his virgin lips.

"Suck on it for me, Taylor."

I could see him shuddering, trying to speak. He was so terrified. Terrified, I know, because his dick was rock hard.

And it wasn't because I was there massaging my own pussy near his face. It was because he was turned on at the idea of being fucked in the mouth with my dildo.

"You're hard," I said, stating the obvious. "You need to lower your resistance, Taylor. Accept it. You want it."

I was sweet to him. Sweet and reassuring. I crouched down to be eye-level with him, put my hand against his cheek and he looked at me. I saw what looked like tears in his eyes, but it might have been his gag reflex kicking in at just the mere thought of having a nine inch latex dick shoved down his throat.

He said to me, sweetly, softly, his words barely coming out. "Can I have a sip of my beer?"

**

Taylor was terrified. He was terrified, but totally turned on. I fed him his beer - two large sips, that was all he could have, right out of the bottle. The feeding process turned me on, of course, and led to a whole side-event of me masturbating with the head of the beer bottle while he watched, only to make him suggestively, eagerly lick the rim while I mocked him.

Then I made him start with the beer bottle. Licking it. Licking all around the head of it, sticking his tongue in the whole. He had his eyes shut tight, nervous, but I encouraged him with words, and sometimes by reaching over and massaging his cock.




Beer Run: The Corruption of Taylor



"Lick slower," I ordered. "Wrap your tongue around, slowly. All around. Suck on it now, suck on the tip. Deeper."

I pushed it in slowly, watching the neck of the bottle disappear more and more into his mouth. The sight of this made me so hot, I was soaking wet. I stopped, wet my fingers by moving them between my legs, over my pussy, and then brushed them over his lips.

He gasped, startled, tasted my wetness, then opened his eyes. They were glazed, shy. Terrified, still, but now so turned on again.

"I loved watching you suck on this," I said to him, looking carefully at the beer bottle. I hesitated a moment, then took a sip from it, suggestively, letting my tongue linger. Then, I added, "If you suck my dick, I'll cum. You do want me to cum, don't you?"

**

That's the ultimate question for a man. Any man. I don't care if he is 18 or 58.

He wants to make a woman cum.

Watching her writhe, moan, gasp. And knowing he did it to her.

Taylor wanted me to cum. There was no doubt. He wanted it bad enough, that he was starting to consider, even desire, things he thought were unthinkable only an hour before.

His eyes were so soft - timid, anxious. But not on fire anymore, not bouncing. Just staring, thinking. Shaking, only slightly.

He looked beautiful.

I held his face in my hands, this time holding the straps of my harness between the fingers of my right hand, letting it dangle next to him.

"Can I have you, Taylor?"

He swallowed, staring at me.

I wet my lips, looked at him sweetly, and asked again, "Can I have you?"

Again, he swallowed, this time closing his eyes briefly, then nodded, and said, in a barely audible whisper, "Yes."

**

Taylor was kneeling beside me, fumbling with the buckles of my expensive, all-leather strap on harness. I stood, feet separated slightly, having to lift each leg, slowly, delicately on the spiked heels, to allow him to pull the harness up around my thighs.

He had this sweet look of concentration on his face, obviously unsure of what he was doing, watching me point here and there, at which end of which strap went into which buckle.

He was visible shaking the entire time. When the cock bobbed precariously in his face, he shuddered a bit and turned the other way.

Taylor fastened each of the buckles on either hip, making them tight, the way I like it. Then I ordered him to ease back, on the floor, and admire me from afar as I stood before him, in spiked heels and a leather strap-on harness, but with nothing else on at all.

Obviously, Taylor was speechless.

But his hard cock gave it all away.

**

Needless to say, taking Taylor's virginity was the highlight of the evening. And probably enough for its own piece - I could write for pages about the sounds he made, how he tensed his body, how it took me twenty five minutes to lubricate him enough to even accommodate the head.

He was passionate, and innocent, and he made me want to possess him entirely.

I fucked him for a half hour. I rode his face once more, and then I tied him up and made him sleep at the foot of my bed.

In the morning, I made him bathe me before work, and then I shoved money into his palm for a cab and told him to be careful who he asked for beer when standing in front of a liquor store.

In my own taxi, on the way to my first meeting, staring idly out the cab window and reflecting on the night, I was a bit sad. Sad that I had not found out anything more about this mysterious boy, not taken down his email address, anything, to keep him touch with him for my future travels.

Until I opened up my briefcase to find a slip of hotel paper among my notes for the meeting. It said, simple, "Taylor" with a phone number. He'd obviously put it there when I had gone to sleep.

Needless to say, I found reason to be in Chicago in two more weeks.

And this time, I'm bringing a girlfriend.



Beer Run



"Roll her over, honey," Debbie said, and without taking his cock out he rolled their bodies over, Jenny clinging to him as though the cock inside her were a lifeline. Jenny lay on her back next to Debbie, and Nick was on his knees, just like me. When he pulled his body back I got a clear view of his cock stretching my wife's cunt; it was an angry red, and swollen. I looked down at Debbie, saw my normal cock sliding in and out, and was a little jealous, both of Nick, and of Jenny. 

"Hey, you want to see what else your wife will do, sport?" Debbie was grinning up at me evilly. "Get up a second." I pulled out and Debbie rolled to her knees, than climbed over Jenny's face, her pussy just a few inches away. "Do me doggy, Kirk," she said, wriggling her ass a little, but looking up at her husband. "So Jenny can see you." I scrambled behind her, and slipped my cock inside, feeling my balls grazing Jenny's head as I resumed thrusting into her. 

"Oh, yeah, you see that, you cock slut" Jenny said, looking down, to Jenny. "You see your man's cock in my pussy?" She lowered her hips a little. "Lick us, slut, lick my pussy and his dick, taste my juice on his cock!" Just as I was wondering about all this calling-Jenny-a-slut, I felt her tongue touch the underside of my dick as I pulled out. Holy shit, she was doing it! I could hear her gasping and grunting underneath me, and I knew that when I couldn't feel her tongue that it was licking Debbie's cunt. Debbie reached down and pulled her nipples, I saw her twist them, and then felt and heard her scream beneath me as she came again. This time I saw the little jet of fluid shoot from her, as Nick exclaimed again, and Debbie dove forward, getting her face into my wife's ejaculation! It was so fucking hot, I knew I was going to cum soon, and told Debbie.

"Pull out," she told me, and I pulled my dick back, watching it glistening in front of me, willing myself not to cum. She pulled her hips a little forward and Jenny angled her head back and opened her mouth. I shoved it straight in, and she sucked me.

"Yeah, she's wild!" Nick barked, "Suck Debbie's cunt juice off your man's dick, baby!" Jenny was way ahead of him, slurping and sucking the juices off my shaft, licking my balls. Licking my balls? Who was this slut? Where did my wife go?

"Get it nice and wet for me," Debbie told her, then craned her head back at me. "Put it in my ass, Kirk. Fuck my ass and cum in me." She lowered her head and arched her back, and then I saw Jenny's hands come up and grab her ass cheeks, spreading them wide. Debbie's tight little starfish winked, and beckoned, and I pressed the head of my dick, dripping with Jenny's saliva, into her. Fuck, it was tight! Having never ass fucked before, I nearly came just from the idea, even as I struggled to get the head inside, but Debbie pushed back, and the head popped in as she groaned. The angle was unusual, but I pulled back and pushed in, each time going in a little further. She was incredibly tight and hot, like a warm, wet fist on my dick. There was no way I'd last. 

"I- I'm not going to be able to hold off," I warned her.

"Her ass is tight? I've never been in it, she won't let me with this thing." Nick called over. His thing was still pumping my wife's abused cunt.

"Hold still, Kirk, just keep it hard while your little cock slut wife makes me cum." Cock slut? Then she grabbed one of Jenny's nipples, and twisted it. "Lick me, bitch. You like my man's cock up your cunt? Well, fucking make me cum for letting him fuck you." Letting him? "Lick my pussy and make me cum, while your man fucks my tight ass, and Nick fills your cunt." 

Sure enough, I could hear my wife slurping away, and Debbie responded, groaning and grunting as Jenny licked her pussy. I started sliding my cock in and out of Debbie's ass, and now Nick was really laying the wood to Jenny. He was slamming his meat hard into her, moving her entire body with each slam. I heard her begin to cry out into Debbie's pussy as she licked and sucked, her cries increasing, becoming shouts, and then at last screams as my wife came yet again, shit, four times now, another powerful full-body climax. It was all I could handle, and I suddenly blew my load into Debbie's hot ass. 

Debbie pushed her pussy down on Jenny's face, spurred by the sensation of hot cum filling her ass, muffling Jenny's orgasmic cries, and rubbed herself on Jenny's face until she came, too, followed immediately by Nick, who plowed as deep as he could and bellowed as he blasted his load into Jenny. 

With the blinding sexual urgency receding with my orgasm, my dick slipped from Debbie's rear hole, returning to normal size, and my mental state tried to follow. I was kneeling on the floor, naked, watching my wife licking girl cream from her friend's cunt, even as my cum dripped from her friend's ass. I sat back on my heels, and the enormity of what we'd done began to overwhelm me. I watch a drip of my come slip past Debbie's pussy and land on my wife's nose. She looked up into my eyes, then craned her neck and stretched her tongue to get the next drop, licking my cum from her friend's ass. I looked at her; she didn't break my gaze, but I was having trouble seeing the woman I used to know. She was still breathing heavily, but her eyes had a relaxed, satisfied look. 

"Kirk," I heard Debbie call, "hey, Kirk, check this out." Despite my feeling that Debbie had caused all this, and ignoring the fact that she'd let me fuck her in the ass, which was great, I reluctantly admitted, I stood and walked to her to see what she was talking about.

She lifted her leg over Jenny, whose face was shiny with pussy juice, and grabbed Jenny's legs behind the knees and pulled them up and out, spreading her pussy for all of us to see. I was pretty sure I didn't want to see it, but couldn't tear myself away from the spectacle as Nick began pulling his dick from her. There was a rim of white froth and slime already formed at her lips, where his cock had forced it out, and it coated his cock as he pulled back, and out. Her lips gripped his slick shaft, seemingly resisting the retreat, urging him back inside. Then the head slipped free, and Jenny's once-neat, sexy pussy lay there, gaping, and red, spilling Nick's cum, unable to close. 

"Fucking cool, huh?" Debbie asked me. I felt suddenly light-headed, and stepped backwards, sitting hard on the couch. Debbie released Jenny's knees, then knelt beside her, helping her up to a sitting position. Nick stood next to them. I barely registered their conversation, as the events replayed themselves, becoming undeniable reality. 

"I told you you'd like it," Debbie told his wife.

"Holy shit you weren't kidding," she gasped in reply. "What a fucking. I don't think I can walk."

"And squirting too? Nick said. "An added bonus!" he grinned. Jenny turned her head to him, smiling impishly, and suddenly craned her neck, and sucked his flaccid meat into her mouth.

"We awakened a monster," Debbie told her husband. I watched as the other couple admired my wife sucking fuck juices from Nick's dick. Jenny cleaned all the residue off, leaving Nick's shaft and head shiny and glistening. She popped it out with a loud smacking noise, and licked her lips, and looked at me. Her grin faded, and her expression showing a concerned confusion. 

"Kirk, what?" she asked, and tried to come to me, but her legs wouldn't cooperate. She crawled. Debbie pulled Nick to the loveseat, and sat on his lap as they cuddled. "Are you okay?" she asked as she reached my legs, and pushed between them, resting her chin on my thigh, her hand on my dick. 

"Who ARE you?" I asked softly. "I went to the store, and left my wife here with my friends. I come back and – THIS happens. You turned into – I don't know. Someone else." She was looking at me as though she didn't understand the question. "What was all that? Where did that come from?" My brain was searching for answers, trying to form questions that would help it grasp to concept. "How long have you felt like this, been like this?"

"What," she grinned, "felt what way? Horny?" She snorted a laugh. "I'm horny a lot, you know that."

"You've never done anything like this before." I heard my own voice. I sounded a little whiney and needy, even to myself. Dumbass. 

"I've never had the opportunity before," she said. "Debbie offered, and once I saw it, well, you were there," she smiled broadly. "I'm not sorry. It was everything she said, and more." She held my dick in her hand. "You saw me, I enjoyed it, it was fun." Then she added slyly, "You looked like you had fun."

Thoughts and arguments and objections ran through my head as she began stroking my flaccid member. Even in my head they sounded petulant and self-serving, since I had participated. Enthusiatically. And she DID seem to enjoy it. 

"You seemed so, well, different, I guess; I've never seen you so, uhm, involved." My frustration overwhelmed me, and despite not wanting sound like the 'can't-handle-it' guy, blurted, "For Christ's sake, Jenny, you're my wife, and you sucked his dick right in front of me, and told me you wanted to fuck him!"

She pulled her head back, faked an exaggerated surprise expression, then looked at Debbie and Nick. They all chuckled, and she turned to me, still holding my soft dick. "Well, duh! Of course I did, fucking look at that thing! It's big, fat, meaty and made for pleasing!" She looked at me. "What? Did I hurt your feelings because I fucked a big dick?" She sounded a little intolerant. "Are you having an emotional crisis because I had some harmless fun?" Her words spilled out quickly, a little louder. Was she scolding me? In front of our friends? "Because you didn't seem too upset when you were shoving your dick in my mouth, or watching me lick Debbie's cunt, or fucking her right over my face, rubbing your balls on my face." Her descriptions made my cock stir, and she noticed. "Oh, now, see the truth? Just me SAYING it is making your dick hard."

"It is pretty sexy," Nick called over, "the way you tell it."

Jenny grinned happily. "Shut up you asshole," she chided, and turned back to me, stroking my hardening cock. "Forget him, baby, I have. Your dick betrays you, sweetie. Your little man knows it's only sex, it's only physical." I was fully hard then, and she kissed the head. "We all had fun, hot sexy fun. Nothing more. I tried his cock, and you tried Debbie's cunt, that's all." She wrapped my cock in her sweet lips, and her loving mouth caressed me. Debbie sucked me pretty good, but Jenny loved me, and she was showing me with her mouth. I moaned my approval, and she popped off. 

"You see, you just have to go with it. Right, you guys?" She turned her head to look at our friends, and I looked, too. Nick had Debbie's legs spread, and had two fingers up inside her. 

"Uhn, without a doubt," Debbie grunted, and Nick agreed. His dick was hard, too. Jenny turned back to me.

"I want to do it again."



Beer Store 3some With a Drunk



My wife Elle and I have been having some problems for quite some time now. We have been married for almost 5 years and most of the spice is completely out of our sex life. 

When we first met we didn't take our hands off one another and often talked about sexual fantasies, realistic and non realistic, either way it made what we had very hot. One of the fantasies we had was of Elle and I bringing another guy into the bedroom. I always liked it when I degraded her in our fantasies by saying it would be a older or fat guy , someone having her that is completely out of her league, in a bad way. Elle didn't really like it when I veered off into that world and that's probably why or fantasies began to drift apart to a point to where we didn't talk about them anymore. 

Elle is about 5'3, 110lbs, very athletic, loves yoga and very much into fitness. She has a very proportional body and great legs and an amazing ass. Guys often look at her when she walks into a room and she always knows it and gives off an almost bitchy attitude to a point of where she knows she is hot and she wouldn't give them the time of day or even speak to them. 

One Friday about 6 months ago Elle and I decided to take a trip down south. We decided to spend the night at the local Airport Hotel which was an hour away from where we live because our flight left at 6am and being a international flight we had to be there several hours before or flight for customs. 

We got to the airport about 7pm the day before and I decided to head to the beer store to grab a couple of cold ones. Elle stayed at the hotel and said she was going to take a bath, have some wine and relax. 

The beer store is located in a shady part of town, immigrant dominant with low income housing. As I got out of my car I saw a few older Punjab Indian guys gathered on the side of the beer store and shitty old cars littered the parking lot. I gabbed my 6 pack of beer and headed out, as I did I saw an old Punjab Indian guy on a bike, loose control take a dive into the back of my parked car. I ran over to see what happened and he quickly got up and continued saying, "sorry sir, sorry sir" as he quivered like I was going to beat him. 

This guy was clearly somewhere in his 60's, maybe older and probably lost control do to being so fucking old. Luckily there was no damage to my car and the Indian guy in a very thick Indian accent began to say, " sir please do not call the police" "I have no money and I can not go to jail again, they will send me back to India and I am a very old man.

This guy was about 5' 7, 230lbs, very fat belly but skinny arms, a long white beard and a orange stained turban. He was wearing older clothes which were tattered and looked like they came from a good will or some sort of charity store. I actually really felt bad for this guy and I asked him his name. He told me his name was Raj and he came here from India about 20 years ago just before turning 50 and since then has not been able to find a job due to his age and just living on forms of social assistance. He said he came here in hope of getting a job and bringing his wife over who is still in India but has had no such luck. 

Then I had an Idea, I asked Raj if he would like to join me and help me drink my 6 pack of beer. I knew he wouldn't turn me down as I recognized his tell tale large, red, alcoholic nose. Raj left his bike at the beer store and jumped in my car and we headed off for my hotel. 

When we got to the hotel parking lot I cracked open a beer each for me and Raj, he had it long gone before I had half of mine done. While we drank I told Raj that my wife was upstairs and there was something I needed him to do. Raj quickly accepted and asked what it was. I then called my wife, she was on speaker phone, I asked her what she was doing and she said she just got out of the bath tub and finished her wine, I could tell she was feeling tipsy. I told her I would be up in a few minutes but I wanted her to tie one of her scarfs around her eyes because I found a surprise for her. My wife is very high maintenance and loves gifts, she gladly accepted my request thinking I bought her something like new jewelry or a new bikini for the trip. 

As Raj and I walked upstairs I told him to be very quiet and not to do anything unless I told him to. He still didn't really understand as the old guy hobbled up to our room, he had no idea what was going to happen. I opened the door a crack and shouted , "Elle" to see where she was . She responded , "in the bed trying on my new bikini honey and yes I have my eyes covered as you asked". I crept in with Raj tailing behind me and motioned for Raj to sit in the standard hotel chair in the corner, I noticed his eyes almost shot out of his head as he say my sexy 28 year old sexy wife lying down in a sexy pose on the bed with a silk scarf tied around her eyes. 

Elle quickly asked, " now whats this surprise honey"? I told her that she has to be patient and first I want to inspect her bikini. I got on the bed with her and began to kiss her while playing with her straps and touching her body. I quickly removed the top portion of her bikini , kissing her breasts and flicking her nipples. I looked over and the old Indian guy looked in shock sitting there seeing this. I did notice his hand on his crotch area. I continued playing with Elle and removed the bottom of her bathing suit revealing all to Raj. 

I played with Elle's pussy and did everything I knew to get her wet and horny, she was ready to go she wanted cock more than anything. Coincidentally I looked over and saw Raj had his cock out stroking, it was about 5 or 6 inches, very hairy balls and not cut, I wasn't sure if Elle had every seen anything like that before and this guy twice her age was just a few feet away from her. 

I knew it was time and I had to make a move so I motioned for Raj to come closer to the bed, he hobbled to the side of the bed and stood there with his pants off and cock standing up but his shirt still on, he looked like a dirty old Indian Santa with a orange turban. I continued to play with Elle's pussy getting her wetter and hotter and I knew she was horny. 

I then made the move grabbing her left hand and bringing it to Raj's stiff cock which was an arms reach away by the side of the bed. To my surprise and relief I saw a smirk on Elle's face and she began to stroke the strange stubby and hairy cock as i played with her pussy. She began to work it hard and I saw her lick her lips and to my surprise I will never forget she said, " OK well I guess its time for you to sit down now hun ". I backed off as she rolled closer to Raj, still blindfolded now cupping his balls in one hand and stroking his cock with the other. She then moved forward replacing her hand with her lips, sucking and licking his shaft, I couldn't believe my eyes. 

Elle sucked his cock like a champ and looked to be loving it. Raj was standing there, and old 70ish Punjab Indian guy, getting his cock sucked by a sexy hot 28 year old white girl, got to love it. Elle kept up her pace, sucking and licking until she pulled poor old Raj onto the bed and pushed him to his back all while still being blindfolded. 

I saw her run her fingers and began to unbutton his shirt and then make her way to his face where she ran her fingers through his long white beard. Elle then said, " hun I hope we have condoms here". I couldn't believe I forgot condoms, shit. Then Raj quickly in a thick Indian accent said, " don't worry young lady I haven't had anyone in 20 years". Without my approval either way Elle then said, " you brought me an old Indian guy to fuck, holly shit, well I guess there is no point o stop now I have reached a new low, thanks hun" as she laughed and ripped off the silk scarf blindfold looking at me in anger and guiding Raj's bare cock to her pussy and sitting on it. 

My wife rode old Raj hard and fast, it was crazy and I never thought I would see anything like this. She then said, " tell me when you cum you old fucker because you got as much as your getting and I don't need your cum in me too". I don't know if Raj misunderstood from the language barrier or if he just didn't to listen but he said " yes young lady" and then pulled her close and began to buck. The fucker was cumming in my wife. My wife slapped him, he let go and then she quickly put her lips over his cock and began to suck the remaining cum out but it was clearly too late , you could already see the cum dripping from her pussy down her leg. 

My wife got up and went to the bathroom and I gave Raj a ride back to his bike at the beer store. 

To be continued...