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Dirty Me

By: IxchelLechuga



Woke up and it was dark still. Just a little yellow strip from under the door. And he was in my bed. He probably just got there cause he wasn't touching me. I didn't move. I wondered what he was going to do. Hoped he wouldn't kiss me. He knew I was awake. And put his hand on my thigh. I felt warm go There right away. I wanted it. I wanted him to fuck me. Even though he fucked me every day I never got tired of it. I was always ready. And I always wanted it in my mouth.

His hand wasn't moving There, but just stayed on my thigh, touching hard and making it warm. Making me hot everywhere. He moved fast and pressed up against me with his mouth next to my ear and his hand moved up to my breast. His leg was heavy on top of my hips and I could feel it hard against my side. His lips reached he put them to my neck and bit my skin. Slow to let go. He moved his hand. It went down and under my nightie to my breast again. He held it and touched my nipple and o God I wanted it. I was already wet. He squeezed it. Pressed his leg to me his cock felt bigger and I reached out to grab it. Mmm and he was naked. Naked naked hot skin touching me hard. I put my hand around it. I grabbed hard and felt all the veins stand up straight. He moved his hips and helped me jack him off. I was getting wetter and wetter.

He wiggled down under the covers and under my nightie and put his mouth his lips and teeth on my nipple. He touched the other. It was between his fingers and he squeezed hard and rolled it. He bit. Moved my hand from his penis and pressed it into my side. He moved his hips. And I couldn't help but moan. I tried s hard not to, 'cause we'd die if anyone heard. 

So I bit my lip and moved my hips and that helped a little. My panties touched There soo lightly it made me mad. I put my hand there cause I had to come. I rubbed but oh God I was too wet to feel it. So I just let him suck and bite and grab. Until he sat up. He was gonna fuck me now. But he didn't.

He kneeled over me and rubbed it on my breasts. He rubbed it on my nipples. And pressed it to my lips. I opened and reached my tongue out. Mmm and he put it in and I sucked and licked and put my hand around and squeezed and stroked. He moved his hips back and forth and I moved my hand back and forth fast and fast and fast but then stopped. He took it out of my mouth and left me reaching for more. He rubbed it lightly down my chin neck between my breasts my stomach. And I ached down there for want of it. He got it down between my legs and I grabbed my nipples and pinched I wanted to get fucked. But he just rubbed it up against my clit. He just rubbed and rubbed. It felt good. Better than me touching 'cause of the wetness. Mm and I moved my hips and squeezed my nipples and had to try now not to come. 'Cause he was rubbing just right. His cock was right up against my clit and he was breathing wet on my neck and ear and his hips were digging into me I had to hold back hold back don't scream don't come shut up don't come don't scream don't come don't come. But I was whimpering and he kept whispering all shaky, "Shh shhh. Shut up". 

So finally I was too loud and he got off of me. He lay there, masturbating now. I could hear him moving his hand through my wetness. I listened and I didn't touch my nipples and let myself calm down. I said after a while, "Okay, I'm better now. I won't make any noise". 

He stopped and wiggled back down underneath the blankets. Down. With his shoulders under my thighs and licked and licked clean all the wet. It felt nice and not insane so I wasn't going to come but it was nice. And then he stopped and lay back down next to me. He touched himself and breathed hard and I touched myself not slippery anymore. He rolled over and kept masturbating and bit my neck bit my arm and squeezed everything. I was getting wet again and crazy close close to the end. I needed something bigger and heavier than my hand. I rolled on top of him and just rubbed it against him like he did to me. I just rubbed and rubbed while he put his mouth on my breast and breathed hard and bit and sucked when I told him to. 

But then I was too close. I wanted to come and I wanted more. I stopped cold and he held me close and let me calm down. My lips on his neck tongue up and down against a little stubble I said, " I want to come with you inside of me". And slid down, it went right in and felt so good. I sat up a little and stroked and stroked my clit was pounding and his teeth were on my nipples it felt so good so good so good I went fast and his cock just seemed bigger and bigger inside of me. Bigger and bigger and one hand was on my waist making me go faster go faster faster my clit was connected to my nipples fucking fucking at that rhythm then I couldn't' hold back anymore I just came and came I squealed and came fast and went. Ahhnd then I was done. I stopped. Fell down on his chest for a bit but he wasn't done.

He was mad that I squealed I could tell. So he fucked. His hands back on my hips and his cock was bigger than ever and he wasn't sparing me. He fucked and fucked faster and harder and I couldn't help but moan some more so he put his hand on my mouth for a while. Hand on my mouth while he fucked but it was too much he took his hand from my mouth and fucked some more then picked me up and threw me to the side of the bed. I heard the wetness and heard him jack off and breathe hard and jack off and come all over the place. 

He did it and then lay back. he put his hand on my stomach and let his breathing slow down. Then got up and left. 

Dirty Mind



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Dirty Mind, Dirty Mouth



Dedicated to and taken from my correspondence with an absolutely lovely individual, with whom I have shared desires and fantasies of mine and in return got glimpses of his own.

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Oh how I had forgotten how wet I would get with every word of yours that washes over me; it's been quite a while since we last spoke. Now my skin is tingling everywhere and my sex is hungry for your touch. You gave me more than a smile with this last message; you gave me a dripping pussy that craves more than my small fingers. I want you and I want you right now.

As I taste myself on my fingers, licking my sweet juices off of them, I wish I was sucking at yours instead, giving you a little sample of what I want to do with that cock of yours, or rather with that beautiful cock of mine.

I want you lying on your back, stripped bare for me, legs spread, your head against a couple of pillows so that you can watch me play with you. Nails dragging on your sides, my lips on your neck, my tongue massaging your skin, then trailing a path to your nipples. My teeth bite down on your left one while my fingers toy with the other, balancing delicately between those pleasurable and painful tingling sensations. You gasp at the sudden intensity of the stimulation and a sweet little moan escapes your lips. There is just sth abt a man's nipples that I absolutely love. Maybe it is that they are so often given no attention, or that they are so small and sensitive and cute. I am sucking on each of them playfully, then licking my way down to your hip bones, while my hands reach the insides of your thighs and take advantage of the sensitivity of your skin there. My nails eventually circle around your tight balls, tickling them softly and your cock jumps slightly with every breath and every caress of my lips that you feel on your skin. I take in your aroma and look up at you with a mischievous gleam in my eyes, licking my lips.

The first lick is all the way from the soft skin between your anus and ballsack to the tip of your shaft, long and hard and wet. Your head falls to the side as you gasp for air. Before you can catch your breath, I gently bite the flushed engorged head and then make it back to your balls, a few little bites here and there. The feeling of my tongue there is soothing after the little jolts of pleasurable anguish. Watching you writhe as I take my time toying with you is just so intoxicating. You try to speak, try to tell me that you can't take much more of this after the long day you've had, after having none of that from me for so long. But your words fade fast, silenced by the deep groan that leaves your throat as I take in all of you. My mouth is so warm and as my tongue is dancing on your underside over and over, I can feel you grow even more and the look on your eyes is merely a silent plea. Such a dilemma. Should I take my time and not let you cum any time soon? Or should I take your breath away instead? It is just a matter of a few minutes if I put my mind to it. Or rather my mouth to it.

I feel my gag reflex hit as my nose brushes against your abdomen but I have learned to take more of that with time. My eyes water a little as I look up at you, sucking on your beautiful cock, taking you as deep as I can, for as long as I manage to keep you down; then pushing it against the inside of my cheek, my right hand wanders to your balls and gives them the attention they are craving. Every moan, every grunt and every breath of yours make me drip on your sheets even more, needy and ablaze with desire.

It only takes a few more strokes from my tongue for you to ask me for permission and this time I give it gladly almost straight away. I want to see your body shake violently, I want to hear you grunt with every involuntary buck of your hips. I want to taste you, and savor every single drop you have for me. And you indulge me. Your fists clench on the sheets and your back arches a little before your hips thrust upward and you explode inside my mouth. My hands are caressing every inch of your skin that I can reach, my tongue and lips continue their assault on your raging shaft, prolonging this as much as I possibly can. With a last stroke and a little kiss on your tip, I pull away, licking my lips, looking at you. Eyes closed, lips parted, chest heaving; I smile in a cheeky manner as you gradually come back down from your high.

I enjoyed that immensely. And the little stream running down the inside of my thigh can attest to that.



Dirty MMF Play



This is another swinging experience of mine and describes a very intense play session with a lovely couple. I'm a 53yo bi-sexual male and my favorite form of sexplay is with MF couples who enjoy the company of a bi-male. I've played with many couples over the past 2 years and have had my eyes opened wide to the wonderful pleasures that 3 filthy-minded people can enjoy in a nice comfy bed. It works best when both males are bi and are therefore completely comfortable in close quarters when pleasuring a woman or indeed each other. It also works best when all parties are confident and relaxed and have no hang-ups with each other.

I have played with quite a few women and MF couples, enabling me to determine my particular likes and kinks. I started out being quite vanilla and although I love intimate GFE style sex with a lovely woman, when I'm with a couple I like things to be more raunchy. So over time I have become more adventurous, to the extent that I now get very turned on by dirty talk and fantasizing, and also by messy sex. By that I mean cum and pussy goo, I'm not into food sex or anything else more extreme. Messy sex is just so natural but it does require great trust in order to stay free of unwanted ailments. My rules are that I only engage in bareback vaginal sex and only then if I trust the couple and know them well. I do not have unprotected sex with a man, and I only take another man's cum in my mouth if I know and trust him. I also get myself tested regularly.

In my experience it is rare to meet a couple that tick all my boxes Ð I look for the following: couples where the male is bi; where the woman is happy to take me bareback if all parties are happy; where all parties are happy to swap cum orally; and where the couple enjoy filthy talk. The last point is an interesting one .. many couples tell me that it is rare for men they've met to want to talk dirty and that many men are quite silent during sex, apart from a grunt or a groan. I love talking and the filthier the better when having sex. I have met just 3 or 4 couples who tick all these boxes, including Penny & James.

We exchanged emails, texts and pictures and swapped several emails over several weeks before meeting. We spoke a couple of times on the phone and planned our date in a mutually convenient hotel, a Travelodge near Birmingham, UK. There is something very horny about turning up at a hotel in the middle of a weekday for the purposes of sex. I checked in just before Penny & James, made sure the room was warm enough and got myself ready. Freshly showered I went down to the reception as they texted from the carpark to announce their arrival. We greeted each other easily, striking up conversation naturally and without any awkwardness shown by anyone. Those first few minutes are so important in my experience Ð do your homework, prepare well, and the tone you set at the outset pays dividends.

Penny was in her 30's, strikingly good looking with dark hair and gorgeous legs, her smouldering sluttiness just beneath the surface. James was a 40-something, a lovely guy who I warmed to immediately and the three of us made towards the stairs. But first we first had to log their car registration into the system so we couldn't just sneak past reception. We were all comfortable about talking to the young female receptionist butI'm sure she had seen it all before and knew exactly what we were going to be doing all afternoon. I'll just break off from the story at this point to mention my fantasy that one day the receptionist will be a mature slut-wife herself who will recognize the signs, flirt with us in reception, and with a twinkle in her eye wishusfun as we go upstairs. Later in the afternoon there'll be a gentle knock on our bedroom door while we're in the middle of fucking ....

I'll go to the door with just a towel around my waist but Penny & James are so into their fuck that they carry on regardless. It will be Sue, the receptionist, whomentions in a quiet voice that one of the other guests heard loud groaning from our room and was concerned in case anyone was unwell. It's clear from the sultry look on her face that this is just an excuse to check us out. She knows full well what's going on, which is confirmed as she looks over my shoulder to see Penny & James in the full throes of a hard fuck but trying (unsuccessfully) to be quiet. Sue's eyes are wide, she discretely informs me that she's just finished her shift and asks if we need any help. I instinctively take her hand and close the door as I lead her into the bedroom. I guess she's in her late-40's or early-50's, a lovely full-figured motherly type with short blonde hair and that Ôdirty-as-fuck' look to her - she's clearly been around the block a couple of times. I draw her to me, feel her lovely rounded tummy against my stiffening cock and we snog deeply while my companions are fucking just a few feet away. Her tits are huge and she has a lovely full bottom that looks good in her tailored work trousers Ð no visible panty line either. Her mouth tastes fresh and minty and she has one hand on the back of my head and the other grasping my erection as we snog hungrily.

I ask her if she'd like to join us, she groans and replies "God yes, I badly need fucking and haven't had cock for weeks". I warn her that we're into raunchy filthy sex, but she kicks off her heelsand says "good, I hoped you would be, my cunt started dripping as soon as I saw the 3 of you go upstairs and I knew what was going on, it was written all over your faces and I couldn't wait for my shift to end so I could try to join you.". I told her she had come to the right place for some intense sex and asked her if there wasanything she'd prefer not to do but she shakes her head, assures us she's unshockable and up for anything. She adds that she is a swinger herself but hasn't played for several months and is gagging as aresult. By now she's peeled off her Travelodge poloshirt and dropped her black trousers, revealing lacy white bra and matching thong that has a wet patch on the front. God she looks lovely, a full size 14/16 and a couple of dirty-bitchtattoos, one on her foot and one on her left boob. I guide her onto the bed, strip off her wet pants and go down on her. She smells very rich down there, her gash hairy & dripping wet, and cries out loudly as I plant my mouth overher lovely big cunt. With that the four of us put our Travelodge bed through its paces, enjoying every combination of MMFF play.

Sorry for that diversion, hope it happens one day, but back to what actually took place. Once in the room James & I undressed while Penny went to the bathroom to get ready. While she was out of the way James asked if I was happy to fuck Penny bareback and asked me to talk with them as filthily as possible as they really got off on it. I was happy to agree to both requests and James and I were starting to get more closely acquainted on the bed when Penny appeared, dressed for sex in just a lacy black party dress and fuck-me heels. She had thoughtfully pinned her hair up so as to give us a lovely clear view when she sucked cock, but what I spotted to my delight was her very raunchy tattoo on the lower part of her left leg. I'm a leg-man so any sort of decoration on a leg or a foot always turns me on even more. Although Penny's tattoo was a tasteful little design around her calf, it still screamed "slut-wife" to my wicked mind and I knew we'd be in for an afternoon of pure filth.

She groaned at the sight of us wanking each other to hardness and said she couldn't wait for us both to fuck her brains out and splatter her insides with cum. Hearing her filthy language was so horny and it encouraged me to talk in the same way. I told her we were going to each give her a monumental seeing-to and would treat her like a dirty little cum-slut. I added that I had refrained from ejaculating for several days and would be making an awful mess in her cunt. She groaned again and said James was a heavy cummer,that they both loved cum play, and that she wanted to be used as a cum-dump. James and I explained to Penny that while she had been in the bathroom we had agreed that the first cum for each of us guys would be in her cunt and that we'd each eat the other's creampie in turn, and then snowball them with her. She lay on the bed and played with herself while we told her in graphic terms what would happen to her and how we wanted her to be a complete whore wife for James.

Penny was in her element now, rubbing her clit and watching her two men wank their hard cocks in preparation for her onslaught. She told us that she wanted to be used really hard, that we were to each give her a good pounding, in positions that afforded really deep penetration, and that she wanted her cervix completely coated with cum. She said we should clean her out properly after using her and that if possible our second cums should be over her face or tits. She added that she wanted her face to be a mask of jism that we could lick off and feed to her. I couldn't help wondering which I'd prefer when that moment arrived, either to glaze her face or to cum over her lovely feet and toes Ð I love seeing a pretty pair of feminine feet, nails painted dark red or black and coated with cum strings, ideally with an anklet and maybe a toe-ring getting messed up with semen. It struck me that Penny's leg tattoo was a lovely substitute for a slut-wife anklet and that maybe I'd want to add to her leg decoration later.

Right now though it was time to move things on and I decided to take the initiative and asked Penny to kneel at my feet and suck my cock subserviently. She was eager, commented on my girth, which was lovely of her, and proceeded to feast on my erection. She was clearly a fan of Ôwet' fellatio and she simply worshipped my cock, getting it in a right old mess. Having taken me deep for a few strokes she drew away, peeled my foreskin back gently, dribbled over my helmet and then worked her saliva back & forth along the shaft. I love a sloppy blow job and this was exquisite. She was soon clasping her lips gently but firmly around my glans and using her hands to wank me and cup my balls. The sight of her dark nails against the root of my penis was a lovely sight. She told me she loved the taste of my pre-cum and asked James if he was enjoying his whore wife sucking another man's cock. I held her hair with one hand and started to fuck her mouth, telling James what a gorgeous little cock-slut his wife was.

James meanwhile was enjoying himself taking photographs and wanking at the sight of us. I suggested he get closer so Penny could take it in turns to suck us, which she did, but she then delighted us both by rubbing our helmets together and wrapping her lips around the pair of us, wanking us both at the same time. I could feel my sap rising, the sight and feel was pure filth, and I reluctantly pulled way to re-position Penny for a good hard fuck on the bed.

She got onto her back, spread her legs wide and I asked if I could prepare her cunt for penetration by James, it seemed right for James to go first and anyway I wanted to recover a bit. They both groaned in agreement and I knelt on the floor and took in the sight and smell of her genitalia at close quarters. Penny's pussy was utterly delightful and was already showing clear signs of arousal, even without much attention from me. This was one very responsive lady. I started to lick her out, slowly but firmly, peeling her labia apart and enjoying her grinding her vagina into my face. She soon became very liquid and started to moan as James chewed on her nipples and I massaged her G-spot with two fingers and rasped my tongue over her swollen clitoris. She placed her hands on my head and pressed me into her as her first orgasm came hard and fast. As she calmed a little, James slid his cock into her mouth and I heard him say "oh baby, get my cock lovely and hard so I can fuck you as soon as Tim has finished licking you out".

I beckoned James to come and enter his lovely slut and guided his hard cock towards Penny's wet and very open cunt. I enjoyed stroking his cock along the length of her gash and over her clit, controlling the moment for James to penetrate the little whore. I parted her with the fingers of my left hand and guided James's cock with my right hand and encouraged him to enter her. He did so smoothly and proceeded to ream her pussy, gradually building the pace and lengthening his stroke. Very soon his cock had a lovely tide-ring of pussy goo around the root, indicating just how slick Penny's cunt had become. James was clearly close to cumming and I urged him to pull out and turn Penny over so he could fuck her doggy style.

I had a hidden motive for this, I wanted to 69 with Penny while James was fucking her and we quickly re-positioned ourselves to enable this complete coupling of the three of us. I love getting close-up & personal with a couple when they fuck. Penny lay on top of me and sank her lips onto my cock, her warmth sheathing my erection beautifully. I resumed my oral attack on her pussy thus giving James a chance to recover briefly, but the sight of his wife being used in this way was too much and he was soon guiding his helmet into her open cunt again. I couldn't blame him, she was so ready for him and the sight of James's erect penis so close to my face was a huge turn-on. James got into a lovely rhythm of giving Penny some very deep strokes, then pulling out and changing angle slightly in order to pop his cock into my mouth, then back into his wife's cunt again. The taste of her cunt cream on his cock, mixed with pre-cum was a lovely cocktail.

James couldn't continue for long and warned us that he was close to cumming. I encouraged him to "fuck the dirty bitch deep and hard" and he proceeded to pound her thoroughly. The sight of his balls bouncing right next to me and the sound of his tummy slapping against her full bottom was utterly amazing. With a loud cry and some well-chosen obscenities, James gave her one final deep thrust and emptied himself into his wife. Penny had thankfully pulled away from blowing me, and begged James to fill her with his thick cream. The sound of them both climaxing in this way very nearly caused my own explosion but I managed to hold on. James began pulling his still-hard cock slowly out of Penny, it was a complete pleasure to be so close to their coupling, and as his helmet emerged with a soft "plop" sound, the dam burst and out came a stream of warm semen, thick and very white. I was taken aback at the quantity and set about catching it in my mouth, trying my best not to waste any. God, he had dumped inside her.

James knew I might be inundated with it and quickly came to my rescue by licking off the excess from my face and feeding it straight to Penny for her to taste. Between us we managed to clean her up as best we could but I couldn't believe the amount of cum James had deposited in her and as I parted her swollen labia I could see the walls of her cunt flecked with seed, despite my cleaning efforts.

By now I was aching for release and wanted to enter Penny myself. She had her own thoughts on this, pushing me back on the bed onto my back and coming over me to snog me deeply. I could taste James's cum in her mouth as we mashed our tongues together. Penny broke off from snogging, looked at me and said in a breathy voice "I hope you're ready to fuck me now, Ôcos I want your thick cock deep inside my fuck-hole, and you can squirt your cum in me as deep as you like you horny bastard". She straddled my hips, crouched over me and guided my cock into her pussy, taking it to its full length without hesitation. God, I knew I was in her. Her cunt felt gorgeous, it had already been opened up by James and I prefer a comfy fit when it comes to being inside a woman Ð odd I know, but I don't like a cunt that's too tight. Penny's vagina and my penis coupled together perfectly and I loved how deep she could take it. Penny looked so horny impaled on my cock and leaned forward to drape her lovely hanging boobs in my face and have them man-handled. Her nipples were so swollen and I sucked on them hard as she slid her vagina up and down my shaft. Her control was amazing and she could trap the tip of my cock just inside her entrance and squeeze my glans. The sensation was unbelievable.

I wanted her to take it even deeper and after a few minutes persuaded her onto her back, drawing her bum to the edge of the bed and placing a pillow underneath her ass. I parted her legs wide and got her to place her feet on my shoulders while I stood and guided my cock back into her pussy. I love this position and find Travelodge beds are just the right height for it. I'm really into deep penetration and this is a perfect positionÐ in fact it's the position in which I got my wife pregnant on both occasions all those years ago. I like to think it gave our two children a good start in life, they've turned out to be two rounded adults and I'm sure a satisfyingly easy conception helped in each case! The pillow raises the angle of the vagina backwards and helps more sperm to swim into the cervix. Penny clearly loved it this way and James was in the clouds at the sight of his wife being used so heavily. I even got him to stand on the bed so I could suck his cock at the same time, which turned Penny on even more.

My cock was really slick with pussy goo by now so it was time to change positions again and get Penny onto her knees. James spread the cheeks of her ass and guided my cock between her distended labia. I had wiped some of the goo off my cock while changing positions and re-entered her to enjoy getting it re-coated. James loved the sight of me penetrating his wife like this and took photos again of my cock stroking in and out steadily. I'd pull out until I just had the swollen glans nestling between her labia, James would dribble saliva onto my helmet and then I'd push deep into her cunt. I'd gently rub his saliva into the little puckered rose of Penny's anus and enjoy hearing her groan, though I knew she wouldn't want any deeper anal penetration. We repeated this action several times and it was so horny that I just had to go for the finishing line. I held Penny's left shoulder with one hand and pulled her hair back with the other, then thrust my erection into her deep and hard. James took his erection to her mouth and we proceeded to spit-roast her heavily. She was a bitch in heat and we loved treating her in such a sub-slut way.Her cunt was taking such a battering from my erection and she was leaking pussy cream all over the base of my cock and onto my balls. The sounds were amazing Ð the rythmic slapping of our bodies, Penny's groans and cries muffled by James's cock in her mouth and - my favorite - loud wet fanny farts as my thick cock expelled air from Penny's cunt. James and I were talking filth again, me telling him how gorgeous his wife's cunt felt and how I was going to splatter her cervix with warm semen, him telling me to fuck the dirty bitch hard and treat her like the little cum-slut she is. This took me over the edge and I thrust Penny hard onto James, felt the tip of my cock graze the neck of her womb and emptied 4 days of cum up into her cervix. Her cunt wentinto spasm and milked me as she reached her own intense climax, shouting out what depraved bastards we were.

Exhausted, I pulled out and was pleased to find my semen had mostly stayed inside her. James was eager to clean up the creampie I'd left behind and got Penny to lie on her back. I spread her puffy labia and James popped two fingers inside her to scoop out my cum. James was soon feeding my seed to Penny which she and I then snowballed, swapping it between our mouths until James had finished his cleaning and could join us in a 3-way cum-swap. Very horny indeed.

We relaxed on the bed, talked about our swinging experiences and fantasies and other things we'd like to do when we met next time. Penny was soon rubbing a growing itch between her legs and James asked if I could raise another load. I needed a bit of recovery time and suggested they go ahead and fuck while I watched. With Penny on her back, James entered her in the missionary position and I grasped her feet and brought them back until her knees were by her ears. I love watching a couple fuck in this position and soon my cock was hardening again at the sight and sound of intense sex. James gestured for me to slip my cock into his mouth and his lovely technique soon had me rock hard. Penny clearly got very aroused at the sight of two guys enjoying each other although I think James's hard pounding was hitting her spot too. This was never going to last long, the intensity was too much and with almost perfect timing we managed to re-position ourselves so as to cum all over Penny's face.




Dirty MMF Play



I was amazed at how much we both expended for a second time and Penny received a very thorough facial, her lovely features completely glazed with baby batter. Our deposits complemented each other to decorate Penny's face beautifully Ð mine is very wet and gloopy while James managed to shoot some lovely strings of thick cum over her face and neck Ð almost a pearl necklace. He took some amazing pictures of her while I sat back and took in the view. By now I was conscious of a further sign of how we'd used the room for pleasures of the flesh Ð the smell of sex was very evident, that lovely cocktail of semen, pussy, and hot bodies.

We licked our cum off Penny's face and threaded it into her mouth for her to swallow, then lay on the bed together playing gently with each other. As we wound down slowly from the intense and deeply satisfying sex, we planned our next meeting before showering and gathering ourselves for returning to earth. James took the first shower, leaving Penny and I still in bed. Much to my delight Penny came and sat on my face, using me shamelessly as a sex object so she could have one final climax before her shower. Her cunt tasted so used, still oozing cum from her prolonged fuck session and she rubbed her labia all over my mouth, fingering her clit to bring about a noisy orgasm. When James came back into the bedroom there was his wife sitting on my face, looking like the cat with the cream and telling us how much she loved being used by two dirty bastards. James told her she was a greedy cow for cock and that he'd be giving her another pounding when they got home.

God what a couple. We'll be meeting again soon and I'm hoping we might be able to perform DVP on Penny and splatter her insides with two wads of cum in quick succession. I think her cunt can accommodate our cocks at the same time and I can't wait to feel James so close as we both fuck Penny at once. It'll be such a mess, but as she & James put it, she loves her cunt being used as a cum-dump. I'll let you know how we get on.



Dirty Molly & the English Greenhorn



(For the benefit of American readers, one stone in weight is equal to 14 pounds.)

For me, 1993 was a memorable year in many ways. I turned 18 and became a 'man'; I lost my virginity; my football team, Sheffield Wednesday, reached two cup finals, losing both; I became the first member of my family to win a place at university; Bill Clinton, the first really interesting politician in years, entered the White House; and I embarked on the greatest adventure of my life.

I had wanted to visit the United States for years, and with the money my dad gave me to celebrate my exam success at school and acceptance for uni, I decided that summer was the time to do it. I wanted to experience life on the road, and cross the country by whatever means I found. My girlfriend Gemma, the only girl I'd ever slept with, was supposed to be going with me, but shortly before I made the arrangements we had a huge row and we split up. The reason for that was the owner of the café where she worked at weekends. He was a big, muscular Anglo-Italian, good-looking in a cheesy sort of way. He was nearly ten years older than Gem, and married with kids; but she started making excuses for not doing the trip we'd been talking about for over a year, and one day I saw a secret look pass between her and Gennaro and I knew beyond any doubt that they were sleeping together.

So I made the trip alone, my dad solemnly shaking my hand at Manchester Airport, my mum giving me a big hug and biting her lip, trying hard not to cry, my kid sister effecting bored indifference then, at the last moment, flinging her arms round my neck and bursting into tears. Then I settled back for the long flight across the Atlantic to a place called Jersey City. 

I had bought my flight at a bucket shop in Leeds. I had wanted a single, planning to leave my return date open-ended, but the guy told me I wouldn't even make it past US Immigration without a return ticket and an address I'd be staying at. So I booked a six-week return and a Holiday Inn on West 26th Street in New York, New York, in the shadow of the Empire State Building and Macy's. For the first couple of days after I arrived I did the full tourist thing, 5th Avenue, the Statue of Liberty, got offered dope and hookers in Harlem, then I met a guy in a diner who offered me a spare seat in his car with three friends going to Greensboro, North Carolina. I felt exhilarated - I was on my way. When one of the guys offered me a reefer ten minutes into the trip I acted cool, and pretended like it wasn't the first of my life, but I suspect the violent coughing and my face turning green rather gave me away!

After that, I made progress however I could. Through a combination of Greyhound buses, truckers looking for relief from the boredom of the road and generous car drivers, I travelled wherever they would take me and, after three weeks, found myself in Sweetwater, Texas. (Looking back at the naïve young student I was then, I find it amazing I was never robbed, raped or worse.) By then I knew where I was heading: the road ahead lay straight towards LA. It was a thousand miles away, but to me it felt so close I could smell the Hollywood tinsel. I'd found roadhouses were a good bet for a ride to my next destination, so early one morning I made my way to one on Highway I-20 on the western side of town.

There didn't seem to be many truckers in the place, but I got chatting to a farmer in his 60s who offered me a lift as far as his home town in New Mexico. Wolfing down the last of my grits – an American delicacy I never really developed a taste for – I followed him outside to a battered pick-up truck, with some kind of ancient hound dozing in the back. The animal raised its head and stared at me with red-rimmed eyes, and the old boy patted its head and told it, "It's okay Princess, this young feller's a new friend we're takin' through to Cranton." It was a burning hot day, with not a cloud in the sky, but fortunately the guy had a six-pack of beer that he kindly shared with me. I half-dozed listening to him tell me some of the history of the area, while dreadful country 'n' western droned away on the radio. At one point Princess heard it through the open window and started baying along to it! I grinned to myself, and told myself that some clichéd images of America exist because they happen to be true.

About mid-afternoon I realised we had stopped by a large ranch house. The farmer turned to me and said, "Sorry son, this is as far as I go. 'Bout half a mile along the road there you'll find Cranton." Feeling hot and dusty, and trying to conceal my slight disappointment that he hadn't invited me into his home, I thanked him and asked if there was any accommodation in the town. He rubbed his chin and thought about it. "Well, I guess Molly at the Desert Diner lets rooms, you'd best ask her." With that he bade me farewell and drove down a track towards his home.

I couldn't believe how hot it was. By the time I'd made my way along the featureless road, bounded on either side by scrubby desert, to the edge of the town my hair was dripping wet and my shirt was glued to me by sweat. The town sign wasn't very encouraging: 'Welcome to the community of Cranton, New Mexico, population 780', to which someone had at some point added in a daubed scrawl, 'twinned with Shithole, Alabama'. Raising a chuckle I staggered into the town and across to the Desert Diner, which I saw to the right of the main street. I flopped into the first booth I saw and ordered a beer from the bored looking middle-aged waitress who drifted over. According to the badge on her blue uniform her right tit was called Jo Anne. She returned quickly and, after a long slurp of beer I took in my surroundings, and noticed another badge which said simply The Boss. It was pinned to the biggest woman I'd ever seen. 

I'm not an expert on people's weights, but I was a trim 11 stone at this point and my ex-girlfriend was as thin as a rake. I guessed the woman behind the counter must have been at least 20 stone, maybe a lot more. Her sleeveless blue nylon uniform struggled to contain her massive bulk. I reckoned she was in her 50s, and she reminded me of a super-sized Roseanne Barr: shoulder length black hair, with the odd strand of grey mixed into it, heavy eyebrows, friendly brown eyes and a wide toothy smile to match, half-buried in a pudgy face, at least three chins, a bust that put me in mind of the Himalayas, and fingers like prime pork sausages. She had the slight shadow of a moustache on her upper lip, and when she reached up her fleshy arms to a shelf above the counter I saw a forest of black hair in her armpits. She seemed like the most grotesque woman I had ever seen – yet, for reasons I couldn't possibly explain, from that moment I could barely drag my eyes away from her.

The place was quiet, apart from the inevitable C&W on the jukebox, with few other customers. One was a trucker built like a bear, shovelling into a hole somewhere in his great mass of dark facial hair a plate of ham and eggs big enough to feed most of the population of Cranton. I returned my gaze to the woman behind the counter, and saw she was waddling her way over to me. Her hips and thighs were just as big as the rest of her, but it was only when she loomed over me that I realised how tall she was. I was five-eleven, and I guessed she was at least three inches taller in her cheap flat sandals. She perched a gargantuan buttock on the corner of my table and said, "Can I get ya anythin' else, sugar?"

I hadn't eaten since that hurried breakfast, and I quickly scanned the menu and asked for two cheeseburgers and another beer. On hearing my voice her smile widened still further, and she chirruped, "Hoo-ee, what is that accent, English? Ya soun' jus' like Alexis outta Dynasty, honey."

I didn't think my South Yorkshire brogue sounded remotely like Joan Collins' character, but I smiled politely anyway, and watched her huge bottom sway back towards the counter, taking in the meaty calves which showed below her uniform dress and her surprisingly delicate ankles. On the way, she stopped by the big trucker and pushed his baseball cap down his forehead in playfulness. Then she leaned her hands on his table and chatted with him. After a minute or so I watched in disbelief as he slipped his hand under her skirt and up onto her bare thigh. Her skirt moved up with his arm, and I clearly saw him stretch a finger between her legs and stroke it along the gusset of her big white pants. She slapped his shoulder lightly, but the smile never left her face and it was several seconds longer before he withdrew his hand and she disappeared to the kitchen with my order.

I glanced at my reflection in the mirrored surface of the table, and even with the distortion that caused I could see I looked dirty and unkempt. I walked over to the restroom and, after relieving my bladder, ran some water into a washbasin and splashed my face. I was just standing in front of a mirror, combing my hair into some sort of shape, when it somehow seemed to go darker in the room and I realised the view behind me in the mirror was entirely filled by blue plaid. I whirled round to see the big truck driver standing uncomfortably close behind me, an odd smile on his face. I felt unaccountably nervous, but then an idea struck me. "Hi. Look, I'm travelling towards Los Angeles, and I wondered if you might be able to do me a favour and give me a lift in that general direction."

He appeared to consider it for a moment, then, in a voice that sounded like distant thunder rumbling around a mountain range, he growled, "Well, that kinda depends, pretty boy. Whaddaya willin' to do for me in return?" I watched in horror as his grin widened and, as if in slow motion, he reached his hand to the fly of his jeans and began to lower it. He was blocking my way to the exit, but I feignted to his right then dived past him on the left. He made a grab for me, and I heard him roar "Sheeit!", but I hurtled back into the diner, leaving the restroom door swinging back and forth behind me. I almost crashed straight into the female flesh mountain carrying my burgers. She gave me an odd look then, with a grin, said, "Hey, you are hungry, aintcha kid."

She placed the plate before me then, quite uninvited, squeezed herself into the booth opposite me. I started to tear into the first burger then, self-consciously, looked up to see her smiling at me, her huge face glistening with sweat. She said, "It's okay, honey, you carry on, I love seeing a man with a healthy appetite, 'specially one as pretty as you." The second reference in a few minutes to my looks made me blanch, and I buried my face in my burger. At that moment the trucker emerged, very red in the face, from the men's room. I could only guess what he'd been doing alone in there. My companion called, "'Bye Arnie", but he just grunted and slammed the door of the diner behind him. I watched with relief as he swung up into the cab of his truck and started the engine. The woman shrugged and said, "Don't min' Arnie, he always been an ornery sonnabitch. So, anyway, what brings a young English gennelman way out here to the middle of nowheresville?"

Between mouthfuls of burger I told her about my plan to finish my hike to LA, then travel back to New Jersey for my flight via long distance buses. She grinned at that. "That's quite a journey. You sure you gonna make it in time?"

I returned her grin. "I'm not honestly sure. Anyway, first I've got to make it through tonight. I was told there was a lady here called Molly who might rent me a room form the night?"

She laughed hard at that, then said, wiping tears from her eyes, "Well I don' know any ladies around here, but I'm Molly." Her shoulders finally stopped shaking, and the ever-present smile faded for the first time. "Trouble is, 'ceptin' for my residents I only got two rooms, an' they both taken for the night." She saw my face fall, and smiled again. "Tell ya what, gimme five minutes an' I'll see what I can do." She walked over to a phone behind the counter, made a couple of calls, then returned, giving me a beaming smile. "I've arranged for one of my regulars, Joe, to stop over with a friend o' mine for the night, promised him a discount next time. That means I got one room free – it's a bit pokey but if ya wan' it, it's yours."

I thanked her, and we talked for a while longer. Jo Anne and a skinny guy I took to be the chef sat at a distant table muttering to each other and looking bored. As Molly and I chatted, I became aware of the most extraordinary feelings I was having about her. My cock had begun to twitch the moment I laid eyes on her, and the longer I inhaled her mixed scent of cheap perfume and sweat, the stiffer it became. I really couldn't understand it; Molly wasn't physically attractive in any conventional sense, and she was older than my mother, yet I was incredibly aroused by her. I'd never known any really big women before, and I was perplexed by the effect this one was having on me.

After a while she stood and said, "Come on, I'll show you to my place." Turning, she called across to Jo Anne, "I'm clocking off Jo Jo. Randi'll be along to take over from ya in about a quarter hour." With that she lifted a coat off a hook near the door, slung it over her arm, and led me through the still sultry afternoon to a small white boarding house just off the main street. She seemed in no hurry to show me my room and said, "Ya want coffee, honey? Just take the weight off in there an' I'll bring it in to you."

I walked into a large parlour containing several big, comfy armchairs, covered in a pattern of pink roses. I was just about to sit when I noticed a particularly striking photograph on the wall. It was black and white and looked like one of the old glamour shots I'd seen in '60s girlie magazines. It featured a beautiful young woman with masses of dark hair, heavily made-up, wearing a black bra and pants set with suspenders and black stockings. She pouted at the camera and her breasts thrust aggressively towards the viewer, reminding me almost of Madonna's famous conical bra. I heard a clink behind me and turned to see Molly entering the room with a tray and two mugs. I asked if the picture was of her.

"Sure is honey – 30 years and 200 pounds ago." 

I looked again at the photo. "You were very beautiful."

She looked stern and replied, "What do you mean, were?" Seeing the look of embarrassment on my face she gave a coarse bark of laughter. "It's okay honey, I'm just joshin' with you. Yeah, I haven't always lived in this hick town. You said you were gonna be a writer when you graduate from college. You should write about me – I've had what you intellectual types would call a highly colourful life." As I sat Molly leaned low in front of me to give me my coffee. She had changed into a loose blouse, and I gulped as I stared down a cleavage like the Grand Canyon.

Pretending not to notice my reaction, or the evident bulge in my trousers, she plopped herself down in a chair opposite me. Her thighs were too big to close, and I had a perfect view straight up her skirt to her drawers. She either didn't notice or didn't care, and started to tell me about herself. "Yeah, I was Brooklyn born and bred. Well, I thought I was all that, and I had visions of myself on the cover of Vogue. When I was 16 I started a career in films, only it weren't the kind of films you go to a legit theater to see, if ya catch my drift. Anyway, that led me down other avenues, and I made a very nice living with that body." She jerked her thumb at the picture on the wall. I was stunned by what she was telling me – I'd never heard anything like it – and at the same time mesmerised by her enormous thighs and the twin patches of dark hair I could see creeping past the leg-holes of her pants.

"Anyway, I picked up a john in Vegas one time, an oilman, an' he tole me he was lookin' for company all the way to Houston. Well, I din't wanna go to no Houston, but his money was good so I said okay, figured I could either fly back to Vegas or go on from there to Miami or some place else. As it was, bastard got bored with me, beat the shit outta me and dumped me outta his car here, not so much as a penny on me. Fucker!" Even all those years later, the bitterness in her voice was evident.

"I'd been figurin' my days as a hooker was numbered anyhow, an' ol' Charlie Wheeler who ran the diner at that time offered me a job waitressin'. I reckoned I'd stay around here for a few months, recharge my batteries, then pick up again. Been here ever since. I kept Charlie happy for a few years, then he upped and died one day, an' left me the business. Couple years after that, my Charlotte came along."

She saw the quizzical look on my face, and said, "My daughter. She's 20 now, works as a secretary outta the sheriff's office."

She was silent after that. I knew I shouldn't ask but, fascinated now, like watching a train wreck in slow motion, I said tentatively, "and, er, Charlotte's father?"

Molly's shoulders shook as she laughed mirthlessly. "Well, now, I couldn't rightly tell you who that was. There was four truckers came through here one night, an' I figure it was one of them, but I sure couldn't say which one." She gave a barking laugh at the look of utter astonishment on my face, and said, "Yeah Andrew, I been a dirty lady in my time, but I ain't been like that long since, I'm a respected local businesswoman these days." She adopted a mock upper class accent on this last phrase. Forcing her bulk out of the chair, she said, "Anyways, darlin', you wanna come with me, I'll show you your room then you can wash up before dinner." 

Molly led the way up the stairs then stood in the doorway of a small bedroom and held out her hand, presenting it to me. The doorway was narrow and she made no move to get out of my way, so I had to squeeze past her. Her big boobs pressed into my chest, and my groin rubbed against her skirt. With a snigger she half-whispered, "Make yerself at home darlin'." After she had left me alone in my room I reflected on the incredible tale she'd told me, and the bizarre effect this fat, hairy, sweaty middle-aged woman was having on me. As I thought about it I started to absent-mindedly stroke my cock, and the next thing I knew I was wanking myself to a huge climax.

An hour later, after a long shower and having changed out of my sweat-drenched clothes into a set of equally crumpled but clean and dry togs, I descended the stairs to the call of a dinner gong feeling relaxed, refreshed, and sure that my earlier burst of physical activity had got that silly obsession with Molly out of my mind. My certainty lasted until I strolled into the dining room and saw her again; she turned a beaming smile on me, upon which I felt my cock beginning to stiffen once again. Flushing with embarrassment I scooted to my place at the table, and Molly introduced me. There were two guys in their 60s or 70s, who were her live-in lodgers; a young trucker called Sam who hardly said a word all evening; and Molly's daughter, Charlotte. I had been interested to meet her, but she seemed a disappointment. She was as plain as he mother had been beautiful in her youth, and as skinny as her mother was big. She wore black-framed spectacles and braces on her teeth, and her personality was a pale shadow of Molly's extrovert nature. Molly saw me studying Charlotte and maybe misinterpreted my look. She stood behind me, her meaty hands on my shoulders – and her bust pressing into the back of my head - and said, in a stage whisper, "Don't you go getting' no ideas about Charley, Andrew. You touch her an' Sheriff's Deputy Frank Simmons'll rip your balls off."

Charlotte coloured visibly and groaned "Momma!", causing Molly and her two regular guests to burst into laughter.

We chatted about this and that over the meal, with the other diners showing quite a lot of interest in England, and my views on America. Sam and the two regulars excused themselves after the main course to watch a ball game on TV, leaving just me and the two women. I felt quite full after a plate of steak and fries, but Molly loomed up before me and leaned her elbows on the table in front of me. Her blouse sagged open and I saw with a shock that she was no longer wearing the bra she'd had earlier on. Her enormous tits dangled before my eyes and I could see the darker colour that marked the border of one of her nipples. Playfully, she murmured to me, "I got some sweet, sweet cherry pie in the oven, sugar. You wanna piece of my pie?"




Dirty Molly & the English Greenhorn



Charlotte, watching across the table, giggled, "Momma, you're embarrassing the poor guy."

Never taking her sultry dark eyes off mine, her smiling face inches from me, her scent filling my nostrils, she almost whispered, "I ain't embarrassing you, am I Andrew honey?"

I still didn't understand the way my body was reacting to this woman, but I could resist it no longer. I thought back to the diner, and the trucker's big horny hand reaching up under Molly's skirt. Acting on pure instinct, under the table, out of Charlotte's sight, I slipped my hand onto Molly's warm, soft thigh and under the hem of her skirt. Not a muscle twitched in her face, but she shuffled her feet slightly closer to me to allow my hand to slip between the burning flesh of her fat thighs, my thumb resting gently against the gusset of her knickers. She let it stay there for a moment, then pulled away and said, "I'll go and cut you a piece of my nice hot, juicy, sticky pie." Charlotte clearly amused by how hot and bothered I'd become, laughingly apologised for her mother. A few moments later Molly re-appeared with a plate of steaming pie, smothered in cream. As she placed it in front of me, she said "I always think pie tastes better with cream in it, sugar." As she said it she reached out her hand under the table and stroked her fingers firmly across my fly, making my straining prick jump like a salmon on an angler's hook.

After dinner I went outside, on the pretext that I wanted to walk off some of my dinner. In truth, I wanted a bit of space to try to work out what the hell was going on with me and Molly. It wasn't much cooler than it had been during the day, but as I walked down a dark street paralleling Main Street I tried to understand the source of this sudden almost uncontrollable lust for a grotesque woman I'd known only a few hours, who had been a porn actress, a prostitute and God knew what else, and who had an illegitimate daughter older than me. Charlotte had told me Molly had arranged for Sam, the trucker, to take me on to Phoenix the next day, where I could catch a Greyhound to LA. I started to wonder whether I wanted to stay in town another day, in the hope that something would happen with Molly; but, I convinced myself, it wouldn't. She was what was known back home as a prick-tease, a woman who just got her kicks out of leading men on, and getting them worked up, with no intention of delivering on her promises. After all, what would a mature, worldly woman like her want with a skinny English kid with virtually no experience? If I did get her on her own and make a play for her she'd just laugh at me, or maybe worse, get Deputy Frank bloody Simmons to throw me in jail to teach me a lesson.

I returned to the rooming house and quietly crept up the stairs without looking in on the noisy parlour, where apparently San Antone had taken a hold on the game in the sixth inning, whatever the hell that meant. It was far too hot to sleep under cover so, feeling moody and frustrated, I flicked off the light, threw off my clothes, opened a window and slumped naked onto the bed. Downstairs I could hear the TV and the buzz of conversation, punctuated occasionally by Molly's harsh laugh. Eventually the TV quietened down to general chuckling at the self-satisfied meanderings of some talk show host, and, finally, silence. I heard several light sets of footsteps climb the stairs then, some time later, a heavier tread which I knew was Molly. Even as she approached I began to fantasise about her stripping off her clothes and, without realising I was doing it, I started to gently stroke my cock. I didn't notice her footsteps had stopped but, a moment later, I heard the door of my room open softly and saw her huger frame silhouetted by the light from the landing. Then I heard her whisper, "Andrew, sweetie, are you still awake?"

Caught by surprise I sat up on my elbows and grunted that I was. Molly entered the room and said, "I thought you might like a cup of hot malted milk, to help you relax." I saw her head incline, and guessed she must have seen my erection in the shaft of electric light. She added, in a small voice, "but I guess that's not what you want right now, is it sugar?"

I felt myself speak, but the voice which emerged seemed far too gruff to be my own. It said, "What I want is you Molly."

She chuckled, deep in her throat, and husked, "I know you do, baby." 

With that she closed the door behind her, and in the small amount of light through the window I saw her begin to unbutton her blouse. I heard my voice again. "Switch the light on – please?"

She paused, then said, "Are you sure, honey?" I didn't reply and, after a moment, she crossed to the window, pulled the curtains, then flicked on the light. As she continued to unbutton the blouse, slowly, seductively, she whispered, "You like big women, huh Andy?"

I replied honestly. "I don't know, I've never known one before."

She smiled and nodded with certainty. "Yeah, you do. I could tell you had the hots for me the moment I saw you; I can always tell." She slipped the blouse from her shoulders, and I gazed at her beautiful, pendulous, milky breasts, with their large nut brown nipples. They hung almost to her waist, as her black hair hung around her naked shoulders. I was captivated by her colouring: deeply tanned on her face, upper chest and arms, but on her torso, where the sun never reached, almost deathly pale. Her eyes locked on my face, her Mona Lisa smile fixed, she unzipped her skirt and let it fall, revealing her slabs of thighs, rippling with fat like an Alpine avalanche. Finally, the huge grey-white panties were dropped. I couldn't see most of her pubic bone for the roll of stomach flesh which hung over it; but I could see from the hair extending halfway down her thighs that she had a black forest there.

Molly chuckled again at my eyes feasting on her body. I badly wanted to sink my fingers into that luxurious flesh, and chew on her thumb-sized nipples, but she knelt between my legs; I felt the entire bed sag as she put her full weight onto it. She gazed at my cock, then murmured, "Wow Andy, you gonna make a lotta ladies happy with that beauty." She reached out a pudgy finger and stroked it up the underside of my shaft. My hips bucked and I almost came at that moment, but a second later she closed her lips over my tip and cupped a hand around my balls. I fell back on the bed and groaned in pleasure. Gemma had never liked taking me in her mouth, and it had always been hurried, even uncomfortable for me. Molly, though, was born to suck cock, and as her soft lips stroked along my length, her tongue tracing every contour, I thought I would explode with arousal. At the same time she stroked my balls with her fingertips, more delicately than I would have believed her capable of, and with her other hand tickled my belly, which I found surprisingly erotic. Two or three times she took me to the very brink of cumming, sensed it and eased off, before finally sucking me deep into her throat and pumping hard on me until I gushed gasping into her mouth.

She rose up the bed and kissed me deeply, her big tongue thrusting into my mouth as I pulled her to me. She chuckled and it took me a moment to realise that she had held some of my spunk in her mouth, and had wiped it around the inside of my own. I didn't care, and sucked greedily on her tongue, kneading my fingers deep into the flesh of her tits. As she broke the kiss, she whispered in my ear, "You just been snowballed, honey."

I wanted to give her the same pleasure she'd just given me, and which Gemma had never allowed me to give her; at the same time I still yearned to suck those fabulous nipples. I licked my way down her throat, then, on impulse, pressed my nose into her hairy armpit and inhaled deeply. She squealed with laughter in surprise, but the musky aroma that filled my lungs set me on fire. I sucked a breast as far into my mouth as the huge mound would go, swirling my tongue around her nip. She cradled her hands behind my head and whispered, "Oh baby, oh my sweet baby". I sucked on her boobs for several minutes, and licked the sweet, salty sweat from beneath them. With stick-thin Gemma I couldn't have imagined that any woman could be so voluptuously erotic. As I suckled Molly's dugs I slipped my hand down her, past the big fold of her belly, and found her hairy pussy. She gave a long gasp as I slipped my fingers towards it, then bucked her hips. To my surprise, my entire hand slipped into her, and I started fist-fucking her, my fingers stroking at her insides. She hugged me tighter, and whimpered, "Oh baby, it's been a long time since anyone but me did that."

Eager to taste her, I licked my way down her body, and ran my tongue beneath the belly fold, drinking in the reservoir of sweat that had pooled there. I wouldn't have believed I could have found the experience so arousing. I actually had to push her belly out of the way, then I licked across her coarse, matted pubic hair, and pressed my tongue against the large white button that I knew was her clitoris. She squeaked and pressed her hands to the back of my head. Encouraged, I pressed my face into her great slit, intoxicated by her aroma, licking and prodding at her as I continued to finger-fuck her below my face and press her clit between finger and thumb above it. Her whimpering became steadily louder, and more fierce, until she bayed like the hound I'd heard earlier that day, her heels hammering against the bed and her powerful thighs squeezing my head like a vice as she drenched my hands and face with her juices. Even as I tried to recover my breath she dragged me up the bed and threw herself on top of me, winding me again as she rammed her lips onto mine and, this time, drank her own nectar from my tongue. Tears rolling down her cheeks, she broke off long enough to tell me, "Oh Andy, darlin', you are so fuckin' good at that", before ravishing my mouth afresh.

After that we both lay in each other's arms renewing our energy for awhile, our mingling sweat melding our bodies together. Molly kept dropping loving, delicate little kisses on my face, her hair tickling me. I no longer thought she was grotesque: to me she was the most beautiful woman on earth, and my most passionate desire was to make her happy. She leaned up on one elbow, gazing down at me and toying with my rapidly rising cock. She whispered, "Ya know, honey, you really are so very pretty. I'm not surprised Arnie made a move on ya in the diner today, he's always been a randy fucker." She broke off to kiss me again, then continued, "but he ain't never had what you gonna get from me sweetheart."

With that she rolled onto her back on the narrow bed and eased me on top of her. I lay there for a minute or so, kissing her, my body curved against the great swell of her body, the tip of my prick nestling against her cavernous opening. Just as I began to gather myself, she whispered in my ear, "Is this your first time, sugar?"

In my 18-year old bravura I was shocked that she might think so and squeaked, "No, of course not."

She settled back and gave that arousing chuckle of hers again, then murmured, "Okay darlin', I jes' wondered. It's been a while for me, but it's just like ridin' a bike; once you get back on it all comes back to you. Let's go for a ride, baby." With that I eased my cock into her, to the hilt, as she gave a great satisfied sigh like a steam engine. I fucked her slowly at first but, at her encouragement, quickly increased my pace and strength until I was hammering at her, my balls slapping against her, our sweat acting as a lubricant on our bellies. Having already come twice that day I was able to keep going for a good while, but the sight of that huge pale mountain of flesh below me, quaking and gasping with pleasure as a result of my actions, was almost too much for me and I had to close my eyes and concentrate entirely on the sensation of my prick sinking into that sopping, burning fleshpot.

With each of my strokes Molly whispered "Fuck, fuck", increasing in volume and force until she was almost screaming it. There was no question that everyone else in the house must have heard it, but neither of us cared. Suddenly she lifted her immense thighs and, somehow, got them over me so that her knees were resting on my shoulders. I could feel the weight of her heavy legs on me but I just increased my power, pounding at her until the entire bed began to shake dangerously. She wailed and I felt a tightening around my cock and sensed that she had cum. I hadn't finished and continued to fuck her for several more minutes while she rocked, sobbed and swore. Finally I felt my release approaching and began to push at her with all my strength. I think she came again at the same moment as me; she hugged me to her in a rib-crushing clinch and screamed into my neck as she sunk her teeth into it. I felt nothing, as my entire being at that moment was in my prick, as it fired out mutual ecstasy, sending bolts of electricity through my entire body and causing a river of fire to explode before my tightly closed eyelids. We half rose from the bed like Moby Dick carrying Ahab to his doom before sinking down with a great shared sigh, both completely exhausted. The bedclothes beneath us were drenched from Molly's copious juices. I felt a swell of pride run through me as she kissed me and whispered gently, "You did that to me, honey."

For the next few hours we fucked, sucked, drowsed in each other's arms and awoke to fuck some more. The last time, Molly took me from above, her thighs lifting her up and down on me like pistons as I gripped her hips and watched her Himalayan breasts bounce wildly around. Finally, as the dawn broke, she kissed me once more, stroked my flagging cock, and departed. I rolled over and immediately fell into a deep sleep.

When I descended the stairs for breakfast some hours later the look of utter disgust Charlotte hurled in my direction left me in no doubt that she had indeed heard her mother's enjoyment on my bed. Molly gave me a massive pile of scrambled eggs and hash browns and fussed around me until it was time for me to leave with Sam. At the front door Molly pulled me to her and kissed me, her tongue deep in my mouth as I squeezed her lovely breasts. I thought for a second of staying – if I had I think I might have been there still, but she broke off and, with a loving smile, patted my bum and whispered, "Go on now baby; and don't go forgetting your little Molly, ya hear?"

And I never have. I'm now a muscular 13 stone but, in the 15 years that have passed, I have never been attracted to any woman unless she was at least five stones heavier than me, and preferably several years older too. It's a cliché that fat women are easier to get into bed because they're more grateful. I've never believed that, although I will admit immodestly that I've never had much trouble attracting lovers. One thing I have found is that some of the biggest women I've known have been the most amazing sexual athletes, and the most affectionate partners.

I often thought about going back to Cranton, but I never have – yet. Maybe I will one day; but whenever I want to call up a pleasant daydream, or a fantasy to satisfy my more base needs, it's my first true love, Molly, that I see when I close my eyes, and her sweet lips, breasts and body that I can feel caressing me.



Dirty Motel Sex



Even in her forties, Rebecca was thoroughly delicious, as she is now. She clearly looks at least fifteen years younger with her creamy complexion and long, blonde hair. Men have always found her tempting and now, as then, she gets plenty of guys doing "double takes" in public. Their eyes lock right onto her curves, especially her shapely ass and her still pert breasts. Her face has always been pretty, and her large, hazel eyes can lure a man to bed in a heart beat. It's a very good thing I'm not at all jealous. In fact, quite the opposite. That helps if you're a swinger, which I am. We are.

Back just a few years ago Rebecca and I were always on the hunt for a hot, fun threesome. We still do hunt for that, but don't find it too much these days. The town in which we live is just too small, too provincial. Anyway, as I was saying, we searched for just the right person to join us for some indoor recreation. We maintained a personals ad, and it kept Rebecca reasonably busy. On rare occasions, we would get together with someone, but we never really found the right person, someone who could be a "regular." With that in mind, Rebecca would chat for a time with men she found attractive and, after vetting a guy, we would meet for coffee or a drink. Most of the time I would join them, but not always.

There was a man with whom Rebecca chatted for some time, and they decided to meet for lunch. He seemed attractive to her, intelligent and articulate. Despite being nervous, Rebecca met him at the appointed time and the two sat in the safety of a public place and enjoyed a pleasant lunch. The talk left the mundane and swerved to the topic of sex. When it became obvious her lunch partner was not terribly interested in group fun, Rebecca probably should have backed away. The problem, however, was that she was increasingly attracted to him. Part of it was the way he looked at her. He sought her eyes and conveyed a hunger and desire for her that caused her nipples to harden and her pussy to moisten. As he talked of things sexual and locked eyes with her, Rebecca's sex became engorged with blood. She knew she shouldn't, but she desperately wanted him to fuck her. She wanted him now, and he wanted her.

That's exactly what he said, too, "I want you...now. Let's leave here and go to a motel, and let's just spend the whole afternoon fucking."

"I really shouldn't do this," she said with mock shyness.

"Neither should I," he answered, "But let's do it anyway."

He paid and, as they left the restaurant, he pulled her to him and kissed her for the first time. Electricity shot through her as she lost herself in that kiss. The chemistry was all there, all of the things that caused her to find a man sexually attractive. He smelled good, he kissed with passion, he displayed real desire for her, and he was aggressive. If she'd had any doubts about fucking him, they dissolved in the chemical reaction. So she followed him to his car and they left.

She waited in the vehicle while he arranged for the room. He returned with the key, drove the car around to the back side of the motel, and they walked up to the room. Once inside, he drew her to him once again and kissed her deeply. She melted in his arms as he knotted his fingers in her hair, their tongues entwined. She felt his hardness against her and quivered as his hands began to explore her body. He whipped around with her in his arms and laid her on the bed. Climbing atop, he pressed his body against her and continued to kiss her. He moaned into her mouth, which made Rebecca even hotter. What she wanted now was to be naked, so she gently rolled him off and began to remove her clothing. He did the same and then wrapped his body around hers in a passionate embrace. It was Rebecca that was moaning now.

The two naked bodies writhed on that motel bed, rolling so that she was on top and then below. Rebecca was delerious with lust and her partner was every bit as hot as she. His cock was rigid against her belly. As she kissed him deeply, her hand snaked down to touch him. His dick was not especially long, but it was incredibly thick and oozing pre-cum from the tip. She smeared the clear, sticky substance about the head, eliciting loud moans from him. This, too, excited her and she thought he would mount her now. That was not what he did.

He kissed his way down her body. He sucked her nipples and licked her belly and thighs. Dipping his head between her legs, he merely teased her. He delivered soft kisses and licks all around her throbbing pussy as she writhed lasciviously. Then he began to gently lap at her swollen sex. Rebecca's head lolled from side to side, her eyes closed. When he began to suck her in earnest, she gripped his head and pulled him hard against her. For Rebecca, this was a delicious surprise, a man who actually knew how to perform oral sex! She was taken by surprise when the orgasm struck her, and it was like a lightning strike! She came hard and soaked his face with musky juices, but was still fully aroused when the climax subsided.

"My turn now," she said, and she swiveled around to place her face near his midsection. 

He rose to his knees and watched as Rebecca slurped his throbbing member. Rebecca loves to suck cock, and it showed. She ate it, licked it, nibbled it, gulped it and thoroughly bathed it in saliva. Then she took the entire experience once step further. As he watched, Rebecca drew her knees up and, with legs spread wide, she began to masturbate. With the forefinger of one hand, she rubbed her swollen clitoris. With the forefinger of the other hand, she fucked herself. The scene was so intensely sexual that his dick pulsed in her mouth and, it seemed, required all his control not to fill it with semen. Sensing this, Rebecca eased the intensity of her sucking.

Still, he could only take so much of this. Shortly, he pulled from her mouth and physically flipped Rebecca over to her belly. Knowing where this was going, she grabbed a couple of pillows and propped them beneath her. He crept behind her and ran his hands over her smooth, round ass. Still wet from her sucking, he eased his cock into the heat of her pussy. She moaned loudly. He began to fuck her, slowly at first. Rebecca wiggled and ground back against him. She clutched the sheets and hissed into the mattress. He responded with a particularly hard thrust and Rebecca cried out. She could feel another orgasm approaching. The fat cock pumping in and out was picking up speed and intensity. The heat and tightness of Rebecca's swollen pussy was literally sucking his dick, tempting him to fuck faster and harder, and he could not resist.

He gripped her ass cheeks and began to pull her against him. She did even more, wiggling and squirming. She ground her ass hard against his pelvis, and he responded by pounding into her with his thick, hard cock. He began to moan and grunt. The noises coming from Rebecca became louder, and she buried her face in the mattress to keep the sound from reverberating through the motel room. He sunk lower and began to thrust up hard and fast into her, drawing the orgasm from deep within. He moved his hands to gain a tighter hold on Rebecca's flesh and, as his fingers dug into her ass roughly, it tipped her over the edge and she began to come. Waves of orgasm rolled through her and her hot, wet, tight little pussy convulsed in spasms that squeezed the fat, pulsing dick in her. It began to spurt. She could feel it hit the walls of her vagina, he was coming that hard, which only served to bring a second shower of orgasms and loud wailing that was thankfully muffled by the bedding.

They were sweaty as they lay side by side in that motel bed. The room already smelled strongly of sex. Once their breathing returned to normal they chatted amiably.

"I'm so bad," said Rebecca, "Here I am naked in bed with a man I just met, and I had dirty motel sex."

"You had a few orgasms, too," he replied. That made her laugh.

"That I did. Thank you," and she kissed him lightly on the cheek.

They lay in silence for a time. Neither moved to get up or dressed.

He began to lightly stroke her thigh. She began to do the same to him and, as her fingers drifted up his leg she grazed his penis. It was hard. She rolled to her side and kissed him. Once again they were entwined and writhing on the bed. He pulled her atop him and began squirming beneath her body. He maneuvered himself and her until she was astride his face, her hands braced against the wall. He sucked his cum from her pussy, showing again the expertise with his tongue that had drawn the first orgasm from her.

Soon, Rebecca's legs were shaking as she squatted over his face. His lips and tongue were driving her crazy and, to cause even more heat, he was kneading her ass. She swiveled her hips up against his face and wiggled. His tongue raked her clitoris with just the right pressure, and shivers ran right through her. Suddenly, Rebecca flipped around and they were in the "69" position. As she slid her mouth over his dick, he began to lick her sex from end to end. He could feel the vibrations of her moaning on his cock, so, to add to her thrill, he began to tease her anus with light touches of his forefinger. This made Rebecca moan all the louder. In fact, she was getting close to coming again.

Just as it seemed Rebecca would go over the top, she was flipped off onto her back. She could taste her own juice on his mouth as he pressed his body against her, and then his cock was in her. They fucked and fucked for what seemed an hour, but was probably much less. It was the look of pure desire in his eyes that made her come. Sweat dripping off his face, he felt her pussy clench and heard her moan pitiably as she reached yet another climax. As her body shuddered beneath him, he was overtaken by his own orgasm, which seemed to go on and on forever.

Now soaked with sweat, the two lay side by side yet again, and Rebecca was taken with the craziness of her actions. She met a man in a restaurant, then sneaked off and fucked his brains out all afternoon! That's insane! What would she say to her husband? She couldn't deny this was incredibly fun, but she was still troubled by guilt. She jumped from the bed and disappeared into the shower.

She stayed in there for a long time rinsing the sticky scent of sex from her body. She heard him calling from the room, and she responded by assuring him she was quite alright, just enjoying a nice, long shower. When she emerged, Rebecca dressed hurriedly, forced a smile and gave him a kiss and hug. She told him that she really needed to get home, and could he take her back to her car?

The ride back to the restaurant was awkward for both of them. Rebecca didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable, but her mind was whirling with questions about how to handle this situation. They pulled up next to her car.

"I had a really nice time," she said, feeling weirdness wash over her from the head down, "I know you have my number, but it would probably be better if I call you."

"Okay," he said tentatively.

"No, really, I will call you."

"I believe you."

"Okay, then, I'll talk to you soon."

Giving him another kiss, she got out of his car and quickly got into hers. With another forced smile, she drove off.

"Okay", she thought, as she drove toward home, "I just sneaked off and fucked somebody. I'll just tell Michael all about it. It'll make him really horny. The problem there is that he'll want to know when we're all going to get together for a threesome, and I really don't think this guy's into that at all. He's into me, but he's not shown any interest in a threesome. As a matter of fact, he pretty much said he doesn't want a threesome. That's okay. I can seduce him into it but, if I'm going to do that, I'd better not tell Michael anything right now. I'd better just keep my mouth shut and work on making a threesome happen. Yes, that's what I'll do! I'll just talk him into it. If he really likes fucking me, and he wants to keep fucking me he'll come around. Sure, I can do that."

By the time she pulled into the garage, Rebecca had convinced herself that everything would be just fine.

The next morning Rebecca awoke to an empty house. I was off to work, and the day lay before her. Rebecca sipped a cold soda and let the kinks work out of her from the long night's sleep. She sat quietly at the dining room table and her thoughts drifted to the events of yesterday. She thought again of how crazy it was to just let some guy pick her up and take her off to a motel for sex. What if he'd been an axe murderer? Of course, he wasn't. Instead, he was the most amazing fuck she could remember! She thought of his scent, his naked skin, his mouth, his hands. She became extremely aroused as her mind lingered on details, remembering his mouth on her pussy, his hands kneading her ass, the taste of his cock.

Rebecca climbed naked into the shower and luxuriated in the warm spray of water on her naked skin. She had hoped that washing her hair and her body would rinse away the potent sexual memories. Instead, they were enhanced. She stepped out, dried herself, and wrapped her hair in a towel. The tingling would simply not leave, and her thoughts simply would not veer from the rich memories of yesterday's long afternoon of fucking on that motel bed. Resigned, she went to her bed and lay down.

Her skin was still just a little damp. She lightly touched her nipples and thought of how he had taken possession of her before they even left the restaurant. Her hands caressed her body as she remembered their bodies entwined on the cool sheets in the motel room. She licked her finger and placed it gently on her clitoris, teasing it. She thought of his expert sucking, and how she had drizzled juice all over his face as she had come on his mouth. She fingered herself furiously, remembering how it had felt to bury her face in the bedding as he had gripped her ass roughly and pounded her from behind. Then she came all over her own fingers, a shuddering orgasm that rolled on for a long time. She lay there on the bed, back to reality. She was definitely going to fuck him again. She knew it.

The day dragged. Rebecca did a little housework, then took the dog for a long walk. Despite having masturbated, her mind lazily drifted back to the subject of illicit sex. By the early afternoon, Rebecca was horny again. Her thoughts again were dominated by memories of his hands, his dick and how delicious it was to roll around and fuck in that motel. She was actually pissed off at herself. This was so wrong! She loved her husband and hurting him was the last thing in the world she would ever want to do. She had to dismiss these thoughts from her mind. That was all there was to it!

That determined decision didn't take. As she stared into the refrigerator and tried to compel her thoughts to planning dinner, her traitorous mind swerved back to that motel room. "God damn it!" Rebecca slammed shut the refrigerator door and stomped back to her bedroom. She sat down on the edge of the bed and battled with herself over whether to call him or not. She decided not. She flopped back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. She let out a sigh and relaxed her muscles. Maybe just closing her eyes and taking a short rest would help. She wiggled on up the bed and rested her head on a pillow. Her restless mind raced back in time replaying the sensations. She remembered stroking his thigh and being delighted that his warm, fat cock was hard, even though he had thoroughly fucked her not long before. She remembered looking deeply into his eyes as he lay between her quivering thighs and how, their eyes completely locked, she had released a volley of powerful orgasms. She remembered forcing her eyes to remain open and focused on his as her pussy clenched his cock and drew jets of cum from his balls. She remembered how, in the midst of his climax, he had pulled her against him and kissed her passionately, and how that embrace had extended her own orgasmic pleasure. The memories stirred her to uncontrolled sexual arousal. Still, she would not call him.

Instead, she took off all her clothes and decided to masturbate again. She could not ever remember having masturbated twice in one day. In fact, she didn't masturbate very often, at all. Naked, she pawed through her dresser drawers and found oil, vaginal lubricant and a very fat dildo. She laid out the "supplies" within reach, and stretched herself out on the bed. Rebecca dribbled oil here and there on her body. She rubbed it languidly, concentrating on the soft flesh of her upper thighs. Although her hands were fairly slick with the oil, she dripped a small amount of lubricant on her fingers and began to touch herself. Again, her memories were rich with detail about yesterday's steaming afternoon of fucking. She moaned with pleasure and teased her swollen sex. Just minutes into her self-pleasuring, Becky could tell there was an orgasm approaching. She reached over, palmed the dildo, and dribbled a small amount of lubricant on the head. Placing it at the entrance to her pussy, she remembered with relish the sensation of his thick, hard dick penetrating her opening for the first time. She shuddered. Moments later, the jangle of the telephone burst her bubble of remembrance.

Clearing her throat, Rebecca sat up and answered, "Hello?"

She immediately recognized the voice on the other end, "I know you told me not to call, but all I've been able to think about is you."

Rebecca was very thankful that phones were not video. Not only was she completely naked and covered with oil, she was blushing bright red. Still, she smiled.

"Oh, really?" she asked, "Is that so?"

"Yes, that's so. I have never been so completely sex-obsessed in my life. All I can think about is your kiss, your tits, your hot, little pussy...all of you. The way you smell, the way you taste, the way your skin feels. Do you know how many times I've jacked off just since yesterday?"

Rebecca was grinning now, but was using her free hand to cover her breasts. Why she was doing that, she didn't know, maybe it was reflex. She spoke into the phone again, "No, tell me. How many times have you jacked off?"

"I lost count."

She laughed, then said, "Well, what are we going to do about that?"

"We're going to meet at that motel again and fuck some more, that's what."

"I'm not so sure about that. I mean, as much fun as that was I feel really guilty about sneaking around like that. I don't cheat, really."

"You did yesterday, and you liked it."

"That's true," she became serious, "And maybe if you were open to the idea of all of us getting together..." her voice trailed off.

"Hmmmm. Maybe we can talk about that."

"Are you serious, or are you just saying that?"

"No, I'm serious."

"Well, now that changes things, maybe."

"Good, because my dick is so hard right now it hurts."

"I'm not running out to a motel right this minute. You can forget that."

"What? What am I supposed to do with this big hard-on?"

"I didn't say I couldn't help with that. We'll just have to do it by remote control."

"Oooo, phone sex! Sounds fun!"

"Uh huh. Where are you right now?"

"I'm in my office."

"You're by yourself, right?"

"There's no one else in the building."

"Lock the door anyway."

He laid down the phone for a few moments, then he was back, "All locked down."

"Mmmm, good. I'm naked."

"Oh, shit. You're kidding me, right?"

"No, I'm not kidding. I'm laying on my bed totally naked."

There were some rustling sounds on the phone, then a faint grunt, "Oh, God I have my cock in my hand right now."

"Good. What have you been thinking about?"

He made some unintelligible noises, then whispered loudly, "Thinking about fucking you. All the time. Getting you alone and just fucking your brains out. God, you're the most delicious fuck I've ever had in my whole life."




Dirty Motel Sex



"Mmmmm. You're pretty tasty yourself. I've been thinking about you, too. In fact, right now I'm sliding a big, fat dildo in my pussy and I'm imagining that it's your cock."

He was obviously stroking his dick. All he could manage to say was, "Oh, God! Oh, God!"

Rebecca moaned softly into the phone as she began to fuck herself with the dildo, "I just love the way your cock feels in me. I've fucked myself twice today already just thinking about it."

That was it. She could hear him groan loudly as he spurted cum everywhere. The thought of him doing that sent her right over the edge, too. She came, almost wailing into the phone as her thighs clenched tightly together, clamping the big dildo in the middle.

As they both recovered from their mutual masturbatory orgasms, they made plans to meet the next day.

He opened the door to the motel room. Rebecca rushed in and, before he could even close the door, she grabbed him and kissed him passionately.

"This is all I've thought about since yesterday," she said breathlessly, pulling back momentarily.

They clutched at each other, kissing.

"I want you to fuck me," she said.

He ripped her clothes off as she stood. Peeling her tiny panties down her legs, he nearly knocked her off her feet. She laughed, stumbling. Stepping out of them, she hopped straight over to the bed and fell onto it with a smile.

"Want to take a nap?" she asked, mischievously.

He grinned, "You're not going to get much sleep. Not right now." 

His clothing came off in seconds and, on the same motel bed as before, they wrapped their bodies around each other. They kissed and touched one another. Rebecca moaned loudly, not caring who heard them. They moved easily into the "69" position, Rebecca on the bottom. His skilled tongue pushed her to heights of passion. In response, she slurped and ate his thick cock. The taste and feel of it in her mouth made her even hotter. She realized that, just doing this would make her come. At first, she thought of rolling off and pulling him into her. She quickly changed her mind and relaxed as she reveled in the sensation of his mouth on her and the pure enjoyment they were both receiving from her cocksucking. His member pulsed against her tongue, and she slipped her mouth off his shaft and used her lips to bathe the hugely fat glans. This caused him to moan right into her clit. She came suddenly. It was very hard and very fast, and she nearly bit him.

As her orgasm subsided, Rebecca twisted around to face him and eased herself onto his hardness. Once again, they locked their eyes onto one another and, as she fucked him, she wiggled and writhed. She could tell he was getting close by the way he throbbed and moved within her. As she watched his face he began to come. He spurted what seemed a gallon deep within her, and she moved expertly to keep his orgasm going until, spent, his flaccid penis dribbled out of her.

They lay in silence for a very long time. They touched each other lightly, but did not speak. Finally, Rebecca rolled onto her side to face him. She watched him quietly as he seemed to doze. His eyes opened as she snuggled against him, resting her head against his shoulder. Again, they lay like that for some time and Rebecca wondered if maybe she should leave. She found she didn't want to. She wanted him to fuck her again.

"You can do anything you want to me," she said quietly.

"What was that?" he asked.

"I said I'll do anything. You can do anything to me."

"Anything?" he asked.

"Yes. What would you like me to do?"

"Don't worry about that," he said, and he rolled to face her, pulling her against him. They kissed and began to roll around on the mattress, the heat building once again.

He sucked his cum from her pussy, then knelt over her. As he fucked her mouth, she played with herself, and it obviously drove him crazy. He dropped over her head to all fours and pumped his cock into and out of her mouth, watching her hands furiously working her pussy.

Suddenly she withdrew her mouth and sat up. Grabbing several pillows, she stuffed them beneath her belly, raising her round, white ass into the air, "Fuck me," she said, "Put your cock in me."

He maneuvered into position behind her and, roughly gripping handfuls of flesh, he pushed his dick deeply into her dripping cunt.

"Oh, my God!" she said, "Oh, my God, that's so delicious!" and she bucked and ground back against him.

He fucked her hard, then slowed to painfully long strokes. Throughout, Rebecca moaned and writhed. She whimpered and fingered herself as she humped and moved against him. The intensity of her motion told him she was getting close. He pulled his cock from her and touched her pussy with his fingers, then he reinserted his cock and slowly began fucking again. One of his fingers lightly touched her anus, and she shivered with desire. He teased the entrance with the tip of his finger and she writhed, trying to get him to press into it. He obliged, allowing just the tip of his finger to enter her ass. She moaned even louder. Bit by bit he eased his finger into her ass, and began a very tiny fucking motion extending up to the first knuckle. Suddenly she bucked back against him hard, resulting in his entire finger becoming embedded up her ass. She was being double fucked, and the pleasure was so intense that both had to bear down hard to stave off their orgasms.

He alternated strokes with his cock and his finger. Fucking her wet pussy, then plunging his finger deep into her ass. Her every move accentuated the double fucking. She cried into the sheets, right on the edge of a massive orgasm. The sight of her contorted face digging into the bedding, the vision of her perfectly shaped ass wiggling lasciviously, impaled on his finger and cock nearly had him over the edge, as well. He eased his dick from inside her and withdrew his finger. He was wet with slick juices and began to slide his rigid member up and down the crack of her ass.

"Oh, God," she wailed.

He teased the puckered opening with the wet, shiny tip of his cock. She wiggled in response, humping back against it. He pressed against it. She held still. He pushed with just a bit of force. The finger fucking had eased the way for the bulbous head that now began to penetrate. Rebecca wailed pitiably as she felt the pressure of the thick, hot dick entering her upturned ass. He paused, trembling in his legs. Rebecca wiggled slightly and pushed back. An inch of the shaft slid into her. Still, he held steady, afraid to move. He allowed Rebecca to determine the pace of his penetration. She breathed heavily beneath him, almost panting. With another loud moan, Rebecca pushed back against her lover, and more of his cock disappeared into her. He was more than half way inside, and the sensation that permeated him was that of intense heat. The dark tunnel in which he was embedded was hot and very hungry. He pushed and suddenly was in her to the hilt.

"Oh, God!" she wailed, "Oh, it's so good! Oh, my God!" She began to writhe and grind against his groin.

He was almost afraid to move, afraid he would come too soon. He took a deep breath and stretched himself higher on his knees. He clutched at Rebecca's hips, gritted his teeth, and slowly, very slowly began to pump.

The sounds she made, lying there on her belly, were primitive, animal noises. They were muffled by the bedding, but they were loud nonetheless. He folded himself over her back and reached for her long hair, which was spread out over her back and her face. With one hand, he gathered as much hair as he could and twisted it into a loose braid held lightly in his fist. His left hand full of the silky hair, he raised up again on his knees. He braced himself with his right hand and began to fuck her in earnest, rhythmically pumping now. 

Rebecca, for her part, was completely lost in the lust of all this. She had never felt so thoroughly stuffed with cock. She could count on one hand the number of times she'd had anal sex. It just wasn't something she did, except on the rarest of occasions. This was an eminently rare occasion. It was right. It was deliciously painful and pleasurable all at the same time. She felt dominated, taken. She had told him he could do anything, and he had taken what he wanted, and she had wanted to abandon herself to him. The feeling was dizzying. It was his cock. It was so thick, so fat, so hard! It was pushing in and out of her tight, rarely penetrated tunnel, and it hurt. But it felt so incredibly good at the same time. It was partly the idea that she was obeisant, prostrated on her belly before him, subservient and almost slave-like. Then he did something that triggered the most powerful orgasm she may have ever had in her life. His hand was full of her hair. It was literally twisted around his left hand as he fucked her. Suddenly, he pushed his hard dick deep within her, tugging with just enough force on that handful of hair. The orgasm struck her like a speeding truck.

Rebecca raised her head from the sheets and cried out, "Oh, God, yes! Oh, God, fuck me! Fuck me up the ass! Fuck me! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me!"

He was completely startled by this. As Rebecca's massive series of climaxes washed through her naked body, the walls of her rectum squeezed and spasmed. She just spit out his cock. There he knelt with his sticky, glistening hard-on protruding from his mid-section watching his lover shudder with orgasm after orgasm. It was actually funny. All hot and hard with nowhere to go. Finally Rebecca dropped to the mattress as if she were boneless. He had no idea what to do.

Finally, she spoke, "Did you come, baby?"

"Not exactly," he said, "You kind of squeezed me right out."

"I'm sorry," she said groggily, "Don't worry. I'll take care of it." But she actually drifted off to sleep.

He lay down next to her and was quiet. He watched her doze, glancing from time to time at his erection, which did not go down at all. Finally, she opened her eyes and looked at him mischievously.

"Poor baby," she said mockingly, "Go wash it, and I do mean wash it. Scrub it, and I'll fix it for you."

He leapt from the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. She heard the water running for a long time. Then he was back in bed beside her.

"Here," she said, "Let's get you fixed up."

She positioned him with his back against the wall, his legs spread before him. Rebecca rolled to her tummy between his legs and eased her lips over his dick, which had gone soft with all the soap and tepid water. Her talented mouth elicited a very quick reaction. 

As he lay back against the wall of the motel room, he could see Rebecca's creamy white skin spread out between his legs. Her perfectly shaped ass was the center of the picture, but what ultimately captivated his attention was her large, beautiful eyes looking right into his as she devoured his cock. Her soft, pouty lips were wrapped around it lasciviously and, from time to time, she would tilt her head to the side, ease her mouth off it just a bit, and roll her wet tongue around to lick the shaft and head. Then, she would engulf the entire length in her mouth in one, swift motion, sucking greedily.

When Rebecca started to eat him, it was a matter of fairness. He didn't get to come, and she didn't want to leave him unsatisfied. But Rebecca loved giving blow jobs and, as she began to suck his cock, her greedy, little clit began to stir from its sleep. She had enjoyed bigger cocks, but his was one of the fattest she had ever enjoyed. Once aroused, it was almost as thick as a soda can. It was all she could do to get her mouth around it. As she wrapped her tongue around the shaft, he began to ooze pre-cum. The taste and sticky texture caused her to begin to throb between her legs. What excited her even more, however, was gazing up into his eyes as she brought him closer to heaven with her lips and tongue. His look of pure desire was communicated directly and without reservation as he looked at her. Rebecca slowly eased her mouth up the fat, rigid shaft and watched his eyes as she licked every inch from his heavy balls to the oozing tip. She kissed and licked her way down the fat shaft, thrilling at the rubbery, veiny texture of the surface. Nibbling at the root, she dipped her head lower and gently, very gently, sucked each of his balls. She licked his scrotum, even nibbled lightly at it. Then, with a mischievous gleam in her eye, she plunged her mouth over his cock, right down to his pelvic bone and sucked hard. He began to come.

The suprprising sensation of her mouth so swiftly engulfing him, coupled with the sight of this beautiful woman's obvious enjoyment was all he could stand. The climax rumbled from within his balls and spurted out the end of his dick.

Rebecca was getting just what she wanted. Sliding her mouth up the shaft of her lover's cock, she concentrated her instense sucking near the top. She rolled her tongue around the glans and felt the heat of his orgasm jetting out from the tip. She was surprised there was so much, since they'd already fucked, and she knew he had been masturbating...a lot. Still, the stream of semen kept spurting into her hungry mouth and she sucked it all from him. When it dribbled down to just a trickle, she licked it from the tip and applied pressure with her mouth to enjoy the continuing, if diminished, spasms from his softening member. Finally, he was spent. Rebecca rarely swallowed cum, especially not a thick, heavy load like this, but she was very aroused, and she found she was actually enjoying the taste and consistency of her lover's cum. She swallowed.

"Mmmm, that was nice," she said with a smile. There was just a tiny drop of cum on the edge of her mouth. She licked it off.

He was beginning to sink down onto the bed.

Rebecca quickly rolled over and off, "I have to get home."

"Can't you stay for a little while?" he asked.

"Nope. My husband will be home pretty soon, and it wouldn't do for me to just roll in smelling like I'd spent the day fucking some strange man." 

She dressed quickly, then out the door she went.

Guilty anxiety flared in the car on the way home. Rebecca had been able to rationalize her first "meeting." It was a one-time thing, a small lapse in judgment, a "test drive" for a possible threesome. That had all sounded good then. Now, she realized with more than a little shock that she was actually addicted to this new sexual relationship. Her entire body was humming with sexual desire and, if and when her lover wanted her again, she would be completely unable to tell him no. Guilt flooded her. She absolutely did not want to hurt her husband. She loved him no less. She was completely happy in her marriage. This was sex, nothing more. But this sex was beyond fantastic. This sex was like a drug. Rebecca was consumed with hunger for her lover's skin, his mouth, his touch, his everything. She had no idea how to handle this situation, but she was determined to keep her marriage, and to keep her lover, and that was that.

I had just finished dinner. It had been another long day, and I was exhausted. I plopped down on the sofa, kicked back and clicked on CNN. Rebecca had cleared the table, loaded the dishwasher, then disappeared into the bedroom.

She shed her clothes, tossing them in the hamper. She had not showered, and was just a little surprised I had not smelled the rich aroma of sex that now wafted from her body into her own nostrils. The scent sparked memories of being so thoroughly ravished just hours before, and she struggled with what to do. Naked, Rebecca padded over to the door, which was slightly ajar, and peered out. She could see the top of my head from behind.

"I'm going to take a shower," she said.

"Okay," I answered.

The door shut quietly and moments later I could just barely hear the water running in the shower.

Rebecca did not get into the shower, though. Propping herself on our bed, she picked up the phone and called her lover.

"Hi," she said, "It's me. Is this a bad time?"

"Baby, it's never a bad time for you," he answered.

"I have a problem," she told him, "I can't stop thinking about you. I'm horny. I've been horny ever since this afternoon. Sucking your cock left me wet and throbbing, and I'm sitting here on my bed, naked. I'm thinking about you and I'm really tempted to play with myself. My poor, tired husband is in the next room watching TV and I'm sitting here talking to this handsome guy I just fucked, thinking about his mouth on me and his cock in me, and I'm wishing you were here to fuck me right now!"

"Wow!" he said, "What am I supposed to do with that? You want me to come over there and fuck you with your husband there?"

"Hmmm," she answered coyly, "That sounds like fun!"

He paused just a moment before answering, "I'm definitely not going to say never, but you're going to have to be patient with me. I've got to get used to that idea. Give me a little time with that one. But, hey, I've got to say I feel the same way about you. You're addictive, you know? I mean, you're not going to believe this, but I jacked off thinking about you about an hour ago. I really want to see you again. Soon. Like tomorrow. Is that do-able?"

"Oh, yeah," she said, mischief in her voice, "That's very do-able. In fact, I can't wait until tomorrow. You want to know what I'm going to do?"

"What's that?"

"I'm going to seduce my husband and, while he's fucking me, I'm going to be thinking about your hands, and your tongue, and your cock. Does that make you horny?"

"Oh, God yes."

"Okay. Now, you think about that, and you think about me sitting here completely naked touching my pussy. I'm going to go now."

There was a little moan from the receiver, then, "One o'clock tomorrow? Same place?"

"Oh, yeah."

"Okay. Bye."

"You be thinking. Bye."

The shower was still running, but Rebecca risked me coming to investigate just a few moments longer. She laid down the receiver and turned her attention to her own body, tweaking her hard nipples and stroking her wet, swollen clit. She was so bad! She knew she could lay right there and make herself come with just her fingers, but that's not what she wanted. She got up and took her shower, sad to wash away the delicious smell of that afternoon's sex. When she finished, she dried off and donned my favorite item of lingerie. She stepped out of the bedroom, and I turned my head to look at her.

"Somebody here wants to play," she said.

I was wrapped around her with my tongue in her mouth. I might have been exhausted, but my cock was full of energy. I ran my hand down her body, thoroughly enjoying her soft, creamy skin. Her nipples were like small stones, and I sucked one lightly. 

She moaned as she said, "What would you say if I told you there was someone who made me really horny?"

If my cock was hard before, it instantly became a metal rod, "Oh?" I responded.

"Uh huh," she said breathily, "I've been talking to him by e-mail, and he really turns me on."

"Tell me more," I said.

"There isn't much to tell. We've been talking, and I'd really like to meet him. I've been thinking about fucking him."

"I like that idea," I was starting to dribble pre-cum. It had been a really long time since we'd had a threesome, and the thought excited me like nothing else.

"I want you to lick me," she said.

I positioned myself between her spread legs. Squeezing her deliciously firm tits, I gently licked her wet slit.

She moaned. This was something I did every bit as well as her new lover, and she knew I could probably make her come very quickly with just my mouth, but that's not what she wanted.

"Want to know what I'm thinking?" she asked.

I merely sounded my assent. I had my mouth full.

"I'm thinking about you watching me with him."

I could have come right then. I could have shot my load right onto the sheets of our bed without ever even touching myself. Just the thought of her writhing and wiggling all over, the image of her fucking someone else and loving every inch was really more than I could handle. I was strong, though. I held it back. I focused on the task at hand.




Dirty Motel Sex



Rebecca was enthralled by her fantasy, her memories, her lust.

"I'm so bad," she whispered, "I need to be spanked."

Firmly believing that was a good idea, that it was just what was needed to get my mind off shooting my load prematurely, I withdrew my juicy mouth from her.

"Roll over on your belly," I ordered her.

She obeyed me.

"Is this okay?" she asked, her round, perfect ass upraised.

"Just right," I answered, as I drizzled a small amount of baby oil on her white skin.

I rubbed it in with slow, sensual movements of my hands, causing her to moan softly. Suddenly, I swatted one of her ass cheeks and she squealed. I delivered numerous blows to her bottom, with just so much force, completely random, and interspersed with firm massage to the affected area. It was deliciously red from the attention.

"You've been bad, huh?" I asked.

"Yes," she whimpered.

"You've been thinking about fucking this guy." It was not a question.

"Yes."

"Do you enjoy thinking about it?"

"Oh, yes."

"Does it make you horny?"

"Yes."

"Have you played with yourself thinking about it?"

"Yes. Oh, God. It makes me hot to think about it. In fact, just yesterday I took off all my clothes and laid right here and fucked myself with a dildo imagining it."

"Are you thinking about it right now?"

"Yes. Does that make you hot?"

"Oh, yes. I want you to think about it."

"I want you to fuck me," she said. With that, she rolled onto her back, and I could see her pussy was so wet that it glistened with moisture.

I crawled between her legs and, as my cock eased into her, I was struck by the heat. Her little pussy was not just soaking wet, it was steaming hot! Her eyes were closed and her beautiful lips were parted. She licked them lasciviously as she writhed beneath me.

We fucked like that for some time. Suddenly, she opened her eyes and spoke, "Guess what I'm thinking," she went on, not waiting for my response, "I'm thinking about fucking him. I'm imagining he's sliding his hard dick in and out of me, and that you're watching us."

That was it for me. I began to pound into her hard. My balls were swollen and aching. She thrashed beneath me, out of control.

"That's it, baby!" she said, loudly, "That's it! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Her slick, hot pussy gripped my dick and squeezed it hard. She wailed pitiably as she convulsed in orgasm, her head swiveling from side to side.

As I released my own shuddering, body-jarring climax, I felt what seemed like several quarts of cum pumped up from my heavy balls. It spurted into her in seemingly endless jets, again and again and again. Finally, though, both our orgasms slowly tapered off and we collapsed, exhausted. I could have slept right then, but didn't.

"That was too much fun," she said.

"Yeah," was all I could manage for a response.

"I love you," she said, "I really do."

"I love you, too." I answered.

"I'm going to get us that threesome," said Rebecca wistfully, "I'm going to work on him."



Dirty Mouthful



Not a poem. Not a story. Not an exercise in character development. And, erm, no... no speech marks. Not one for the pedants. 

*

I... am bored.

I'm waiting at a train station. Been on a reception for the country's best English teachers in some godforesaken shithole up in the grim North and desperate to come home.

I went in disguise. So I am wearing a long silk dress - a light green, with hints of silver - and my long brown velvet coat with the Georgian painted brooch, the portrait of a young woman, long dead, caught in her prime, on it. Long wavy thick dark red hair. Boots. They wanted eccentric English teacher, they got it. I look like a Harry Potter extra.

Yes. Bored.

I go into the station bar. Raise the odd stare - they aren't used to different, not even at the station - order a pint and a shot, Bisongrass vodka, and knock it back in one. I pick up the pint, still at the bar and look.

There's you.

Alone. Naturally. Not looking up. Naturally. Scribbling ferociously in a notebook, like an American college student on a once-in-a-lifetime trip around Europe.

I drink the pint.

I order the same again. The barman, boy really, attempts what I assume is flirting. 

Nah. Can't be arsed.

So, yeah. I guess that leaves you.

Fuelled up, I sit at the table next to yours - the place is tiny. I tap on my Blackberry.

Your notebook irritates me. I can hear your pen scraping across the paper, and I'm guessing it's a fountain pen. Something fancy, I'm guessing. Or old. Montblanc maybe.

Yeah. Irritates me.

That's one helluva noisy pen, I voice.

You pause.

I'm sorry, madam, if it offends your sensitivities. You reply.

And I just laugh.

I know I have to suck your cock, but we'll have a dance to get there. So I start.

I'm not normally so rude, I say, but it is a remarkably loud pen, with a scratchy, look-at-me, air about it. Perhaps... Perhaps, if I might be so bold, that's the American in it?

You pause. I refrain from telling you it's meant to be a joke. Sometimes I get sick of pointing out my version of humour. It's a point in your favour, though, when you smile and comment that it must be representing your nation's stereotypical qualities on your behalf, as you are as far from attention-seeking as it gets. A gentle submissive kind of soul, you tell me. 

There's an appealing hint of humour there that I like.

But still, I have a mission, and a train to catch in an hour and a half, so though I can offer you some ritual, my heart's really on the next step.

You buy me a drink. You order yourself some soft drink - they're all the same to me. I switch to coffee.

I move to your table.

You are here on a writers' conference. You were invited because you specialise in erotic literature of a specific nature.

You've never been to England before. 

You love all the old shit. Okay, not your words, and you stop short of calling us 'quaint'. But your thoughts as I hear them.

By this time my coffee cup's empty, and I say I know where there's some really cool, old, almost quaint shit - these are my exact words, mate, but I'm bored with this madrigal.

Wanna see some cool English stuff?

Do you ever.

I have no idea where I'm going.

It's Winter, dark, around 7pm in a Northern dump, and I am looking for a place to suck your cock before my train leaves in 52 minutes.

I am an expert in finding alleys. And I, taking your hand, lead you down one.

This, I say, is what we in England call a blind alley. And I have led you down it.

I stand you against a wall, not too deep into the alley, as I like the glow of the streetlights, and the closeness to civilisation.

I am not feeling civilised.

I kiss you.

I touch your face with one hand and then I take off that coat of mine, fold it up and throw it on the floor between us.

I kiss you again. And then.

Then, I kneel down in front of my squeaky-penned American writer-man and I unzip his trousers. 

Now, I'd be lying if I coaxed your sleeping dick into life from scratch with my mouth. You, it doesn't need much coaxing, and it looks pretty awake from my view.

And I am looking.

I take your cock. And I do, I lick the end. With one hand I cup your balls, and with the other I hold your cock and I lick its tip. And watch and feel it respond by twitching back at me.

I take the end, just the head, into my mouth, and I suck, and then I bite, sharp, just once. And then I slide my lips down the shaft of you, and just fucking bob that head, which you are holding now with your hands.

I'm not counting. Or thinking. I am bobbing and sucking and letting you fuck my face. Specifics escape me as I was in the moment, but I sucked that cock, you, good and proper, like your English school teacher, who hates too much description but just wants you to cum into her mouth.

I love it when you push my head, guide it, showing me exactly what you want. I do.

But most of all, most of all, I love the taste and the smell and the feel of you in my mouth, and I love those moments when I feel you about to cum. And I just want to smile.

As I feel you beat that cum out into that waiting waiting mouth, I, yeah, love it. Pause. 

I slip my mouth off your cock, still holding it. And I swallow what you've give me. And then I lick you clean, kiss what I've sucked, and, when it's ready, tuck it back into its home. 

I stand up, flick the dirt from my coat and kiss you.

And then I catch my train. 



Dirty Movie



Part I

The number flashed through the speed dial. "Precinct Desk - Sergeant Mirante." His deep voice, distinctly Hispanic, was official-sounding, manly. She liked it when he worked the desk. She liked the Sergeant.

"Hi Sergeant, may I speak to Detective Lindholm please?" 

"Brianda? It's gotta be you. Sexiest voice in New York!" He didn't wait for a response but knew she was blushing. "Hold a moment...I'm putting you through." 

"Gang Division, Detective Lindholm speaking."

"Hi Daddy."

"Well hello, sweetheart! What's happening at college this May day?"

"I'm not at college, Daddy," she gushed. "I'm home! Sitting right in the driveway! And guess what? Anitra's on her way! It's Mom's birthday, remember? We're surprising her! Please say you'll both come straight home after work. Please?"

Typically composed, her father's response seemed edgy. "Uh...huh. Yeah, I mean, with Friday traffic...and if we can make it out of Manhattan..."

Bri sensed nervousness. She assumed the usual, that he was distracted by some hot-button case. Growing up as a cop's kid, she'd seen her share. 

"Daddy? Is everything all right?" 

Adam Lindholm had breezed through the Police Academy after miraculously returning home in one piece from a dangerous tour of duty in Afghanistan. Ever since, he had risen quickly through the ranks of the NYPD. A decorated Black Ops lieutenant; he now reveled in the danger of directing the city's Gang Division, an especially challenging assignment.

Adam was married to the beautiful Eileen Lindholm, a successful businesswoman. Though she had stayed home while the girls were growing up, after they went off to college, she moved right back into the professional world she had left when the couple decided to have a family.

Everything about her was sexy, from her chestnut hair - worn short the way he liked it - to the deep blue 'Bette Davis' eyes which beguiled the men around her. But she was loyal to her Adam. Ani and Bri never questioned whether their mom was interested in anyone other than their father. Mom was Mom, her devotion absolute.

Residing in Brooklyn, the pair commuted to Manhattan each day, Adam, to the 53rd, Eileen to her recently re-opened employment agency for women.

With their daughters off at school, the Lindholms spread their social wings and instead of slowing down like many couples do, they sped into the fast lane; a bit of a mystery that intrigued their daughters.

"Is everything okay, Dad?" Bri repeated, warily, this time. 

Adam's girls often romanticized his work but deep down they knew that the never-ending pressure to make arrests and to keep the brass upstairs happy wore at his nerves. Detective Adam Lindholm talked less and less about the job lately and had grown moody, even sullen.

"Everything's fine, kitten," he answered. "It's helter-skelter here, that's all. The usual. You know how it goes."

The mayor had created a special task force around Adam, its responsibility, to tame biker criminality, particularly the resurgent Infidel Club, a crowd of bad boys then infiltrating the mob's drug scene. It was a dangerous game, one played for high stakes.

"Mom okay?"

"Mom...yeah...she's, she's great; she'll, she'll be happy. So you're at the house?"

"Just got here, Dad. Anitra had a late class but she won't be long."

"Listen." His tone was abrupt. "I need a favor from you girls."

"Um...sure, Daddy. What?"

"When your sister gets home, drive over to see your grandmother. She's been asking for you."

"Well... ah, of course, but we usually visit with her on Saturday, right? I think we'll..."

"I said now! Go now - as soon as Anitra walks in!" His inflection startled Bri. She worried something was wrong.

"All right, Dad," she yielded soberly, her voice tapering off. "We will. Remember though; don't tell Mom we're home. It's a surprise, OK?" 

"Yeah, that's great hon. But I need you to see Gramma," he repeated sternly. "Gotta run." The line went silent.

Lindholm's puzzling responses baffled his elder daughter. After all, she had called her grandmother the day before and she seemed fine. She lived on Elm, just around the block, leaving Bri wondering what the big deal was. She dialed Anitra's cell. "Ani! Where the fuck are you?"

"Two minutes away, Brianda!" When frustrated, little sister tended to snap at her. "There's an accident on the Parkway!" Bri, disregarding her sister's excuses, went on to explain their father's curious request. 

"Oh no, not today!" Anitra responded, exasperated. "I have a tattoo appointment! What's wrong with seeing Gramma on Saturday like usual?"

"Shit," Bri snapped back. "Dad insists. You know how he gets. Let's just fucking do it, OK? Besides," she added sarcastically, "when Mom sees that tattoo, you're dead! I mean really, Anitra, a snake? Slithering its way down your arm? How do you expect to hide it from her? Plus, she's going to find out about the old one, that stupid gecko on your butt! She'll demand to know how much of your ass the tattoo artist saw!"

"Brianda, lay off the shit, will you? I'll be right there." She hung up. Minutes afterward, Ani pulled into the driveway behind Brianda and the two went inside. A quick hug later, Ani began dropping questions. "So what's with Gramma? What's with Dad?"

"I don't know." Bri admitted, dismissively. "He's obsessed. Obsessed! We better..."

"Hey, what's all this?" Ani asked, looking into the living room. Toppled glasses, open wine bottles, and crumpled napkins were everywhere. "What a mess," she puzzled. The ultimate neat-freak, it wasn't like their mother to leave for work in the morning with the house in chaos. 

"I can't believe this," Ani added. Picking up an empty DVD case from the coffee table, she asked devilishly, "Wonder where the disc is?"

"Probably got left in the player," Bri joked, offhandedly. She hit eject and the tray slid open. 

"Mystery solved," she said, picking it up. "Hey look. There's writing. It's Dad's."

"What's it say? I'll bet it's a crime scene like on 'Law and Order.'" Ani was interested so her sister held it up for her to read: "'Southampton – April 12 – Disc # 3:14.' God, there are thirteen more?"

"It's odd," Brianda murmured, putting it back in the tray. "Probably one of their boring weekends. And there's more of them? Imagine? Ugh! How much video can parents take? Anyway, we better go to Gramma's."

It was already too late and Bri might as well have been talking to the wall. Anitra's curiosity had gotten the better of her. With her signature rascality she giggled, then nudged the DVD tray. "Let's play it!" she insisted.

"It's spying," Bri half-heartedly cautioned.

"Don't be such a goody-two-shoes," Anitra retorted, adding "Fuck it. Maybe it's something hot." She pressed play. Grainy mages appeared on the screen. "What's...what's with this?" she murmured, her voice turning sober. 

With her eyes glued to the screen, Bri whispered, "Not sure," The girls simultaneously plopped onto the couch as the picture sharpened, focusing on the back of a woman's head. She had short brown hair but because the room lacked natural light, contributing to a balmy, almost film noir atmosphere, it was hard to be sure.

"It's chintzy," Bri observed defensively. "Someone's practicing with a first-time digital recording. Who cares anyway? Let's shut it..." 

Her sister raised a hand. "I'm watching," she gave notice. "Besides, even you don't believe what you just said. Look! She's blindfolded!"

Bri thought back to the phone conversation with their father. He hadn't been himself. Maybe the unannounced visit wasn't so welcome. Grabbing the remote, she pressed pause. "Ani, listen. Remember I told you I talked to Dad?"

"So?"

"So, he acted funny."

Ani shook her head slightly and asked, "What do you mean funny? Dad's a cop. Cops are weird. So what?"

"So this was different. He didn't want us here, Ani - home, I mean - at least not today. It was strange, that's all. And besides, I know Gramma's OK." Ani narrowed her eyes and slowly glanced over at the screen's static image. Brianda talked faster, fumbling her words. Her instincts were harping on her to shield her little sister from what might be on the mystifying DVD. "Nitra, I'm nervous. Maybe...maybe Dad, you know, maybe Dad...he was antsy on the phone because maybe he forgot - and then remembered leaving the disc in the player. Maybe he was worried we'd..."

"May...be," her sister cautiously admitted, nodding her head.

Bri tried to redirect the subject. "His friends are all cops, right? The DVD must be evidence...in a...in a murder. He doesn't want us seeing it. Maybe it's about those dead girls, the call girls...the ones whose bodies keep turning up on the South Shore!"

"May...be." 

"Listen, Ani," Bri demanded. "Anybody can see Mom and Dad had company. They watched - whatever this is. Mom and Dad didn't – just...just," she glanced about the messy room, "...look at all this!" Both girls scanned the disheveled living room. 

"They obviously didn't know we were coming so it all got left this way!" 

Without warning, the sleeping disc player timed out. Resuming play, it instantly refocused their attention. The lens panned the woman's body, moving from her hair down her narrow spine. "Anitra, look! She's naked - and that blindfold! I mean what if...what if it's a murder? A snuff film?" 

Bri stood up. "I don't want to see it, Ani," she snapped. "Besides, Dad might walk in any minute and catch us." Ani stared up at her but her eyes were blank; her attention wrapped in the video. "Please, Ani," the more cautious older girl pleaded. "We shouldn't watch."

"We have to!" Anitra cried, suddenly snatching the remote. "There's no audio," she remarked. The speakers of the surround-sound crackled as she pressured the volume control. Hesitating, the sisters listened intently. They suddenly heard a cough. 

"There! It's got sound!" Bri noted. The audio, though slight, implied movement somewhere in the room. Then the picture jumped. "There's a person holding that camera," Bri whispered sharply. 

They watched the back of the woman's head as the camera's light focused first on her hair and then, pulling back slightly, it drifted down her torso, lingering on a tattoo at the small of her back. There, it revealed a smiling pixie girl; her body's outline a hazy blue, her wings, pale green.

The woman, it also revealed, was naked – completely, except for the blindfold. Her skin was especially white, flawless. Shapely and with narrow shoulders she had a slim waist and wide hips. The bare soles of her feet projected out from beneath the cleft of her bottom. Her wrists were tightly bound to her ankles with white rope.

"Who runs around with a pixie tattoo?" Ani asked softly.

"They're all the rage upstate," Bri observed.

"Anyway, turn it off!" she demanded. "I don't like it." 

It was too late. Ani was transfixed, her eyes searching the screen for details. "It's porn, Brianda. Even though he's Dad - well, he's still a man, right? Men watch porn."

"That's so dumb, Ani," Bri snapped protectively. "It's evidence...for...for an investigation, like I said." She didn't believe it.

The bound and kneeling woman didn't struggle, but instead, waited silently. Both sisters had poked around YouPorn and once, their dad had even discovered the site open on Bri's computer, though at the time he acted like it was nothing. Ani had dabbled in porn since she was a kid. Then, it was fun, daring even. But when then-boyfriend, Bobby Webb, showed her that gang-bang video, it disgusted her to the point of walking out on him.

"I don't like dirty movies, Brianda. They cheapen women and besides, guys jerk off to them." She pointed at the screen and gasped. "Bri, look! More people!"

Refocusing, Brianda watched as the invisible cameraman moved his lens about, eventually coming to rest on two previously unseen women. Except for their shoes, each was naked too. Each was shapely, beautiful. Looking ahead blankly, mutely, they stood facing both the camera and the kneeler. 

"Who are they?" Ani asked rhetorically. As expected, Bri stayed quiet, saying nothing.

The girl to the left wore black T-strap peep-toe pumps; the other, exactly the same, only red. She sported heavy nipple clamps that had to hurt. The clamps were attached to each other by a strand of fine gold chain. A second chain descended between her breasts, down her belly, to the thick hair between her lean thighs.

"She's clamped! There, look between her legs," Brianda said pointing. 

"I see it," Ani acknowledged. "And they hurt..." Bri eyed her quizzically. "OK, so I wore them once - to Zach's party – what's the big deal? Bobby wanted me to. It was agony and I hate him." Attempting to shroud what her sister labeled her 'judgmental side,' Brianda kept quiet.

The girls' attention reverted back at the screen, where, as if awaiting orders, the women stood at silent attention. Whoever operated the camera took his time, wandering over their naked bodies; first to one, then the other.

The women turned, each displaying her back. Like the kneeler, both had a pixie tattoo at the base of her spine. At exactly the same time, they turned again. They were older, fortyish, both brunettes. 

"Cougars," Anitra murmured, half-smiling. "The tramp stamps show it's some kind of club."

The girl on the right had full, swollen breasts, her areolas dark, purplish brown. The sisters saw the nipples were bruised from the pressure of the clamps. She was striking. She had had a baby. Though slender, and absent stretch marks, the horizontal crease at her navel gave it away.

The second was tall, so thin that her ribs protruded. She was prettier but she looked malnourished, anorexic. Her hair was tied tightly, with two long pig tails extending down over tiny breasts. Her nipples were small, pink, puffy, her tummy tight and trim. Her legs were long, joined at wide, bony hips. She had muscular, athletic thighs which she kept parted slightly. There was a look of pride about her, arrogance even, as she raised her chin almost imperceptibly, as if blue blood, nobility.

The statuesque nudes mostly stood still, but shifted their weight at times on unsteady heels. The less-endowed girl had heavy-looking weights attached to her vaginal lips. Six in all, they pulled at the loose skin, distending, drawing it down from her body. Any motion made the weights clink against each other, generating a kind of cryptic metallic harmony. 

"She's built like a model," Ani opined jealously. "Wish I had her body." Having inherited their mom's full-figured shapeliness, the girls rolled their eyes at the same time.

"Anybody can see she has an eating disorder," Bri remarked. "No girl her age is that slim."

Anitra's animation cooled with the scene's unfolding rawness. Bri, sensing her nervousness, draped an arm around her shoulder, hoping Anitra would not detect the queasy chill consuming her. 

"Ani, look! Wedding bands! They have wedding bands! And get a load of those diamonds! How big they are!" The ample stones were hard to miss as they glittered, capturing light and flashing it in twinkles back at the viewer.

The girls sensed they weren't just any women. The presence of the rings meant they were special to someone.

"Nothing's forced," Anitra added in a puzzled tone of voice. "Whoever these girls are, they want to be here...to do this. I can't imagine, can you?" She cautiously gave her sister a glancing look but Bri was occupied and did not respond.

The lens pulled back, revealing still more. Each girl stood next to a man, one to the far left; another to the right. The men, excepting their scrotal sacks, were naked too.

The camera zoomed, panning the rippled muscles in their mid-sections, then on down their bodies. Their testicles were enlarged, purple in color. Ani paused the screen. "What is that?" she asked, curious.

The two got up from the couch and moved closer to the screen. "It's rawhide," Bri said, looking carefully. "Their balls are wrapped. It explains the deep color; it's restricting the blood flow. And look, Ani, they have wedding bands that match the women's."

The camera jerked back suddenly, in a blink, giving the girls a view of the surrounding room. Its windows were covered with delicate white Priscilla Curtains, the shades drawn. The place was luxurious, parlor-like, a Victorian sitting room with silver candle sticks on a jet black, burnished grand piano.

"Couples, Anitra," Bri asserted stoically. "They're couples. Look how they hold hands."

"Yes," Ani agreed. "It's affectionate, a little anyway. I think it's the wedding bands. Makes me think they're lovers. Are they lovers, Bri?"

It was a charged question and each knew it. A young woman's fantasy, Ani needed to think the fright seeping off the screen might diminish if the players were doing this for someone special, and not in love's absence.

It wasn't new. When threatened, Anitra sought assurances – refuge, even, from older sister. Bri nodded on cue. "It's peculiar though," Anitra added skeptically. "Why would a true lover put his wife through something like this? The movie's homegrown. These guys must have made their wives do it!"

"It's true, Ani, it's amateur," Brianda agreed, sidestepping the love issue. "Girls in professional porn do all that moaning and get asked stupid questions like, 'What's the first time you swallowed?'" Her sister blushed as if Bri was not supposed to know about oral sex.

Ani nodded. "Yes, porn stars act like bimbos. This is different. These people know each other – swingers maybe. Think they're swingers?" Not waiting for an answer, she moved the thought another step. "But I don't get it. What's it doing here, at our house?" Silently, and shaking her head, she reiterated, "I don't get it."

But this had the opposite effect. Its silence overpowered the viewer. Counting whoever was working the camera, there were six people in that sinful room. What little sound there was, came from subtle body movement, not moans, and groans. Suddenly the cameraman's hand appeared, apparently motioning at the players. 

"Should we make a copy?" Brianda asked. The sisters glanced over at their mom's sleeping laptop. 

"Shhhhhhhhh...listen," Ani cautioned.

"What?"

"Hear it? The man behind the camera?"

"How do you know it's a man?" Bri whispered. "And why am I whispering?" Ani shrugged.

"Didn't you see his hand? He's the kneeling girl's husband. He has to be." They quieted, listening more intently as the sensitive mic captured the cameraman's breathing. 

Bri's face went vacant. "It's Mom," she whispered. "The kneeler, Ani. It's Mom. Dad's filming her. She turned to her sister, her eyes searching. "I'm scared. It's Mom's skin! It's her hair! I know it's hers!"

At that moment, fear officially seized the girls. Each was convinced. But almost fortuitously, the still unfolding scene distracted them as one of the men stepped in the direction of the kneeler. Impossible not to, the sisters focused on his erection. It was huge and bobbed slightly as he moved.

Mercifully, the kneeling woman's face was hidden and instead, the camera focused on the back of her head and on the standing couples. By the way her head moved it was clear the bound woman had taken his erection into her mouth. Aside from breaking the silence with a throaty whimper, the man was almost businesslike, staring down at her unemotionally.

Holding her slender shoulders, he thrust hard into her mouth - slowly at first - then forcefully. That's when the cameraman reacted, shifting his angle, showing for the first time, the woman's profile. "Oh God!" Bri cried, throwing her arms around her sister defensively. "How could she? How could Dad make her?" The girls sobbed, streaming tears on each other's shoulders.

A long moment passed in near silence. The girls calmed, regaining their emotional footing, but Ani's features grew cold. "He made her do it," she said hatefully. "Mom never..."




Dirty Movie



A choking sound turned their attention back to the vile screen. Still moving in and out of their mother's throat, the man's tightly wrapped testicles pounded her chin. The angle from which the camera recorded showed her throat, swelling and constricting as he forced the blowjob.

Without gagging, she deep-throated the man - this complete stranger. Anitra had done fellatio to completion to two of her boyfriends, while the more cautious Bri had resisted and though she had gone down on several boys, she had never allowed one to finish in her mouth. To Anitra, seeing her mother doing exactly what she did, elicited angry, irrational revulsion.

"It's like her body is out of sync," Ani observed. With her bound wrists attached to her ankles, their mother couldn't sit back properly.

"It's the blindfold. It keeps her off-balance," Bri coldly said.

Their mother leaned, seeming on the verge of toppling, but the man clutched her shoulders, steadying her. He used his erection, still plunging deep into her throat, as one might a pillory, holding her in place.

By then the girls were too afraid to look directly at each other. However, each, without thinking, placed her hands at her throat as if doing so might transmit their mother's obvious discomfort to her own body, a daughter taking a mother's place, an emotional gift to rearrange the receiver of an appalling intrusion.

A groan escaped their mom's throat and though she tried pulling away, the unfeeling man pushed harder as he came in her mouth. No one in the room spoke out against his rough handling of the tied woman. A moment later and after gagging loudly, she showed hostility shoving herself away, in the process, throwing up an unspeakable orange-red liquid onto the floor.

Her face turned to the camera; giving the girls their first clear look at the woman they thought they knew. By then, their mother's eyes streaked black tears and when she obviously could not stand it anymore, she vomited a second time. "Oh God!" Ani gasped in terror. She cried and the sisters clung to each other for strength.

The two standing women advanced, leaving the lone uninvolved man in the background. His immense penis, smothered in thick black hair, hung loosely between his legs. 

The women stayed quiet, approached the kneeler and gently but comfortingly passed their hands over her tortured face and through her matted hair. One leaned down, offering a deep and affectionate kiss. It was freely accepted. 

Using her tongue, the other girl licked their mother's face clean, then turned to her cohort, and kissed her, their tongues seeming to compete hungrily for the sperm. However, their actions were soft, feminine, and appeared meant to soothe the kneeler after her ordeal.

Neither woman showed emotion, acting as if it were little more than maid service, cleaning things up, post-vulgarity. "She's so willing..." Brianda whispered. Dazed, Anitra was unresponsive except to whisper, "It's an initiation."

The second man approached and holding his penis, he waved it at their mother, touching her face. She opened for him, sucking it deeply. Its heft filled her mouth but the man managed to stay soft and mercifully, if only for the moment, none of the violent choking experienced during the first blowjob, happened in the second.

The standing women moved, turning their attention to him. Each woman caressed his crotch, combing out the course hair with their fingers, running their nails over his tightly-bound testicles, palming them like fragile eggs.

The camera followed the women's eerily robotic attentions. Obviously skilled, the pair gently handled the vulnerable organs. His erection finally made its appearance and only a moment passed before his face contorted in pre-orgasmic pleasure.

"He's coming," Ani whispered. She turned to Bri; her eyes swollen with tears. Her sister tried to comfort her. "I'm turning it off," she notified.

But their mother's sudden and severe choking startled the girls; they could see she was fighting back her instinct to vomit yet again. As her mouth filled with semen, she tried to swallow.

"It's like she's only doing it to get it over with," Brianda abjectly said.

The second man's heavy breathing streamed through the sensitive speakers of the surround-sound, making the hair on the back of Ani's neck stand on end. Leaning forward and pulling himself from her throat to show the spurting ejaculate left at the tip of her tongue, he screeched, "FUCKING BITCH! SWALLOW!" 

The lens zoomed to within inches of their mother's mouth, catching pearly white liquid coursing from the slit at his cock's pulsing tip. Eileen swallowed and continued sucking feverishly, as if missing a drop was a criminal act.

Seconds later, the deflating male backed away and Eileen submissively lowered her head. The camera, which had been focused on her lips, zoomed to the side of her throat, lingering there until the room fell silent. Then, with the mic catching every decibel, she gulped. The girls listened as the weighty sperm dropped to their mother's stomach.

She cleared her throat and wretched in what looked like an attempt to catch her breath. The man came forward a final time and touched the tip of his penis to her chin, using it like a paddle before dropping the remaining semen onto her extended tongue. "He's an arrogant shit and I hate him!" Ani snapped. 

The girls heard a car pull into the driveway, its sound mercifully breaking the Hitchcockian spell in the living room. Glancing out the window, Ani shouted, "BRIANDA! FUCK! IT'S DAD! SHUT IT OFF!"

"FUCK!" the older girl raged, hitting the remote.

"Daddy!" she called, as their father burst into the kitchen. As a distraction and to cover their panic, they ran to hug him.

"So," their father remarked, looking around suspiciously. "I have both of my treasures!" He glanced beyond them to the living room.

Laughing nervously, Ani lied, "We came home for some real food, Dad. You didn't tell Mom, did you?"

Looking at Brianda, he answered calmly. "Of course not. You said don't tell - so I didn't tell. It's that simple."

"Um...we didn't expect to see you till later, Dad," Anitra remarked probingly.

"I caught some comp-time and headed home early. Should I assume you haven't been to Gramma's?"

"Ahhh, no," Anitra stuttered. Adam frowned. "We were just on our way, though." The cop snapped up her car keys and Ani grabbed them as she scooted past him to the door. As they backed out of the driveway, Ani reflected fearfully. "Think he knows?"

"Can't be sure, Nitra. He's a cop. Can't be sure."

Part II

Sitting in an unmarked car a few doors down the street, Adam Lindholm tapped his wife's business number into his phone. 

"Vixens Employment Service, Marianne speaking. How may I direct your call?"

"Hi Marianne...is my wife around?"

"She is, Detective. I'll put you through." 

Eileen's sultry voice came on the line. "Hey there, gorgeous. Oh, I'm glad you called. I need you to do a background check for me; you know, drug arrests, the works. I think I've found a new girl. She was window shopping at Felina's! Name's Wenda Paget. Isn't it an interesting name? Anyway, she's a student at..." 

"Hold on, doll. There's trouble with the girls." 

"The girls? Trouble? What kind of trouble? What's happened?" Eileen's voice seized up with a mother's nervousness.

"Listen. I'm parked down the block from your mom's. The girls are inside visiting." Silence streamed from the phone as Adam gave his wife a moment for the news to settle in. 

"Sweet Jesus! They're home? Adam...THE DVD! It's in the...!"

"I know, hon. Everybody was wasted last night. Jason and Andrea forgot to take it home with the others. Brianda was already at the house when she called me about an hour ago. Ani was on her way. There was nothing I could do."

"My birthday!" Eileen interjected in panic. "They sneaked home to surprise me."

"Exactly. Listen to me. I insisted they visit your mother, then rushed here to Brooklyn as fast as I could." His wife's silence was deafening as she struggled to collect her thoughts. 

"Adam. Did they find it? Don't lie to me!"

"The girls didn't say anything when I walked in. But they were jumpy and Ani's face was red. She'd been crying. They hurried out and after they left, I touched the T.V. and disc player. Eileen, both were warm. They found the disc. How much they saw, I can't be sure."

"Oh Adam, this is a horror story. How will we ever face them? I'm leaving for Brooklyn right now. Think of something...please!"

Part III

The girls spent the next two hours with their pleasantly-surprised grandmother. Though delighted, she said nothing about needing to see them and she was not sick. Upon returning home, their father's car was gone. The house was empty and the living room had been picked up. A note on the table read: 'Went to the mall – be right back.'

Anitra bit her nail as her sister wandered over to the disc player. Bri touched the power button. The girls anxiously watched as the tray ejected. It was empty.

End