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Double D

By: Nemasis Enforcer



David had lived with his sister Debbie all their lives, they even moved out of their parents house and into their own, it made financial sense to them but while they lived together they did lead separate lives each trying to give the other space when it was needed, such as when Debbie brought a boyfriend home, or David a girlfriend. 

Working different job patterns they were always coming and going through the day and that is what changed the way they saw each other.

David had been at work in his office all morning not really getting anywhere with what he was doing, it had been a long few days and he just wanted to get some rest, he had recently become single again so working was the last thing he had on his mind.

Leaving the office early to clear his head, David made his decision to just go home and leave the work until tomorrow, after all there was all weekend to get it finished and he didn't have any plans anymore.

"Home it is," he said to himself as he walked in the bright sunshine

Arriving home David found the door was locked, his sister Debbie, must have left for work already he figured which meant he had the house to himself, that intrigued him as it had been some time since his last release.

Unlocking the door he went inside, the room looked empty and he could not see any sign that his sister was still home. The dog was nowhere to be seen either

"He must have gotten up stairs" David reasoned before pouring himself a drink from the fridge and relaxed nothing thinking about it any further and not realizing that it wasn't the dog upstairs but his sister.



Debbie groaned out as she felt the hard rubber cock poking against the back of her thigh. She was on her knees leaning forwards over the side of her bed, her hands holding the dildo tight as she anticipated the hard cock sliding into her wet pussy.

"I need this so bad!" she moaned huskily as she moved the thick dildo and tried to guide it into her pussy.

Soon enough she felt the tip enter her, the lips parting as the hard tip thrust in deeply, taking Debbie's breath as she gasped and pushed it deeper into herself, her juice making it easy to slide in

"Oh fuck!" she gasped as her hand thrust the hard rubber cock deeper inside of her own pussy, she was excited to have something inside herself once again, it had been a while since she last got the chance to feel herself getting stretched again as every inch sank in, the warm wet hole accepting everything it was given.

Debbie moaned and gasped as she felt the thick shaft move deeper, the large head of her dildo opening her pussy wider then any man had done before, she just wished it was a real cock fucking her, right then she would have had anyone in the world as long as he would thrust hard into her and made her scream with delight.

"Oh fuck yes!" She groaned as she felt the wet rubber shaft deep insider her wet pussy, the cock was so big every little move it made drove her towards orgasm, she could feel herself on the edge as her hand pulled the cock back out and then thrust it back in hard, her whole body shaking.

David finished his drink and got ready to go upstairs to take advantage of his alone time in the house, kicking off his shoes he un-did his shirt and started up towards his bedroom.

"Tyke you better not be on my bed" he said as he reached the top, it was then he heard a whimper and it seemed to come from his sister's room but the door was closed tight, he figured she must have shut him in by mistake and though it best to release him in case her needed to go out and do his business but the closer he got the more noise he heard.

"Oh fuck!" it was his sister's voice for sure, a whimper followed and then his sister again made a loud moan. David stood and hesitated, he did not know what was happening but it did not sound right, she should have been at work so if she was home something may be wrong. This disappointed David as he had made plans for what he was going to do but concerned for his sister he opened the door since neither of the siblings had locks on them.

Debbie didn't know the door had been opened, she was too involved in the huge orgasm that was washing over her, her knuckles were white as she clung onto the sheet with her free hand, her pussy dripping as the huge dildo thrust in her, her hips jolting back and forth as she thrust the large cock into her drenched pussy.

David stood watching his sister as her hand pounded the dildo into her naked body, sweat was glistening on her skin as her round arse cheeks shook from the orgasm she was experiencing, her head was leaned down as she gasped and moaned, her full round breasts wobbling as she moved with every thrust she made back against the large life like cock.

Debbie was still oblivious to her brother, she was too wrapped up in having the hard thick cock fucking her, every second it was in she could feel another gush of pleasure filling her body, it just seemed to keep coming a never ending flow of orgasmic bliss. Her hand a blur almost as she worked the dildo fast and hard.

"Oh fuck Dave yes, fuck me bro!" Debbie moaned as she felt herself orgasm again, she did not know why she said her brother's name but she was just thinking of any man and the thought of her own brother did give her a naughty thrill

"Oh my god..."

Debbie's head snapped up as she heard the voice and she looked over to see her brother stood in the doorway watching her sucking her own pussy with the large dildo, her heart skipped a beat and she was lost for words, how could she explain this to him calling his name as she fucked herself?

It seemed like forever and she still had not said a word to her brother who just stood and looked at her naked body as she knelt on the floor, her round arse cheeks flexing with the last shakes of orgasm.



"Dave... I..." Debbie did not know what to say to her brother, she could not think of how to explain what she had just said, but the look on her brother's face surprised her, he did not seem disgusted.

"Its ok Deb" he said closing the door and going to his own bedroom leaving his sister on her knees lean over the bed, her own juice dripping down her inner thighs after she removed the large dildo.



In his bedroom David lay on his bed, his mind was filled with the image of his sister with her pussy filled with the fake cock, her naked body swaying as she gasped and moaned, his mind conjured up pictures of the cock thrusting deep inside her pussy, the lips spread wide and swelled up with passion and lust. His cock got hard.

Debbie wondered what her brother was thinking, her mind was a blur but her pussy tingled still wet form the hard fucking it had received at the hands of the dildo she had been using, she could feel a steady stream of her own aroused juice dribbling out. Instinctively her hand moved down and scooped up a bit of the liquid, she brought it to her mouth, the scent filling her nose before her tongue sneaked out, and she took it in. She had never tasted her own juice before, it tasted much different then a man's cum, like a sweet yet tangy taste dancing on her tongue.

David lay back and took his hard cock in his hand, his eyes closed he rubbed the shaft thinking about his sister ducking herself, his mind raced ad imaged filled his head, the hard cock deep inside her, the wetness she must have had in her pussy, everything sexual he could think of was driving his hand as he squeezed his cock near the head and groaned, his hips thrusting like she was sat on his hard pole right then.

"Oh fuck!" Debbie moaned as she fingered her pussy, the juice that had been accumulated in her squelching as her fingers ground in her tight hole, in her mind she was laid on her back while her brother fucked her. She had never thought about David in that way really until today, but having him watch her masturbating like he had just brought something out in her, her pussy was on fire as she thrust her fingers in and groaned out her brother's name.

David clenched his teeth as he felt his orgasm nearing, in his head his sister was sucking his hard cock, her hands holding him still as she sucked the head and licked the tip then down the shaft, her breasts swaying as she was moved, her big hard nipples rubbing against his legs, teasing both of them.

"Oh... oh fuck!" David's mouth fell open as he shot a load of cum over his stomach, in his head it was all flowing down his sister's throat however. Debbie was reaching the same point, her hips were bucking wildly upwards, the springs under her on the bed creaking as she groaned, her fingers were a blur as she rubbed herself, her clit throbbing under her thumb as in her mind her brother fucked her with his hard cock.

Both siblings went to sleep that night thinking about each other.



Neither David nor Debbie spoke about what had happened for the next few days, they seemed to avoid each other but when they were together in a room there was just usual chatter between them, it was like both didn't know how to bring up the subject of what had happened so just kept it quiet.

"Hey I have a few friends coming over tonight," Debbie said from the kitchen as she poured herself a drink "You ok with that?"

"Yeah that's cool" David said from the sofa where he was sat watching TV, they had several mutual friends so there was no reason for him to go out tonight he could just enjoy an evening in with his sister and the people who would be arriving, they had some bottles in from last time already.

The day went quick from then on, and in what seemed like no time the living room of the house was filed with people, all laughing and joking, David and his sister among them, she dressed in a low cut tight fitting top and short skirt that was drawing a lot of attention even from her brother who couldn't help but notice how sexy she was looking.

"Anyone want a drink?" Debbie asked over the chatter and laughter in the room "We have bottles of lager or some softer stuff" she added

"Sure I'll take one please Deb if you going" her brother shouted over to her followed by a few other people.

Debbie counted the number and went into the kitchen closing the dividing door behind her she rummaged around in the fridge and pulled out three bottles of lager. While looking at the bottles her mind went to her brother and his cock, she had thought about it a lot in the days since he caught her masturbating and the long neck reminded her of what his shaft must look like.

The bottle tops flicked off and Debbie stood looking at the bottles, she could feel her pussy growing damp in her thin knickers as her mind went to her brother again, a naughty thought crossed her mind and without hesitation, she grinned a wicked grin.

Picking one of the opened bottles up Debbie licked the top of it, the cold glass made her tongue tingle slightly and her knees went a little weak as she thought more about what she had planned. Carefully Debbie leaned back against the sink so she could keep an eye on the closed door behind which her brother and friends where, her free hand moved down and slipped under her short skirt and into the waistband of her tight knickers and down onto her pussy, she was quite excited and wet already.

Debbie brought her fingers up to her face ad took a sniff of her fingers, she could smell her arousal on them and grinned before using her hand to slip her knickers to the side exposing her pussy to the air, a sigh escaping her lips.

A drip of condensation rolled down the bottle as Debbie brought the tip of it to her pussy and caressed the lip at her entrance, her pussy lips clinging slightly to it and a cold but exciting shudder ran up her spine. Debbie held her breath as she pushed the bottle slightly and felt the neck slide inside her a little, the cold glass warming rapidly as it entered her hot cunt, the walls gripping it as more was thrust inside deeper, she was careful not to drip any of the liquid in the bottle out though, she wanted to add her own special taste to it.

Soft moans escaped Debbie's lips as she slowly worked the lager bottle in and out of her pussy, her legs were spread and her knickers were off to the side as she squeezed the bottle with her pussy, she could feel her wetness all over it now.

Debbie looked at the clock, she couldn't spend too long doing this or someone would com and ask what she was doing and she had been caught doing enough to last a lifetime after what had happened days ago she gave the bottle one last thrust into her pussy then pulled it out and looked to see it wasn't too wet, there was no difference between it and the other two bottles it seemed, all three looked like they had just come out of the fridge, she was careful to hold her brother's special bottle in one hand and the others two in the other so she didn't mix them up.

"Drinks up" she said upon her return handing out the two unaltered bottles first then taking the other to her brother. "Here you go Dave" she said with a grin and took a step closer whispering in his ear "I think you'll find it special"

David just looked at his sister as she smiled and walked away then he looked at the bottle, it did not look special. Raising it to his lips he soon found what was different about this bottle, the closer it came to his mouth the stronger the scent of aroused pussy became in his nostrils.

Debbie watched from across the room and grinned as she saw her brother's face, a mix of shock and awe, she wondered what he would do next, he brought the bottle tip to his nose and took a sniff, she knew then he could smell what she had left for him and her pussy grew wetter at the thought of her brother sniffing her juice "taste it" she mouth silently willing him to do it.

David took another sniff and knew for sure what his sister meant about it being special, his mind for a second wondered if she had done the same to the other bottles but from looking his friends just seemed to be drinking from the bottle like normal; no it was just his bottle. Hesitating his eyes caught those of Debbie who smiled and made a drink up signal with her hand and giggled before waving and heading upstairs giving him a sly grin a she left the room.

Looking around David brought the bottle to his lips and pressed it against them, instantly he could taste the tangy unmistakable taste of aroused pussy juice, he knew for sure what his sister had done, this bottle had been inside her pussy and she had done it just for him. The lager inside also tasted different, the mixture of his sister's pussy juice and alcohol made his cock grow hard, quickly he adjusted his trousers, he was stood in a room full of people after all before taking a long slow drink savoring the scent and taste of his sister.

Quickly slipping away from the party David made his way up the stairs, his cock rubbing the inside of his underwear with every step, as he got to the top he wondered where his sister was, there was no time to look though he needed to get into the bathroom and do something about his hard throbbing cock.

Locking the bathroom door David turned to the toilet and his eyes grew wide. Debbie smiled at her brother, she was sat on the seat with her knickers nowhere to be seen, her legs slightly open letting him get a look at her forbidden pussy.

"So did you like your drink?" she asked calmly with a cheeky smile

"Deb... I..." David did not know what to say, his eyes were fixed on his sister's shaven pussy, the lips slightly open and so inviting, his cock throbbed in his pants as h stared.

"My face is up here you know" Debbie grinned, her words bringing her brother back to reality and making him blush as he had been caught "So did you like your drink?" David nodded, it was all he could do just at that moment and he felt his cock throb again, the bulge in his pants getting bigger and more uncomfortable.

"Good, you know if you want you can have a taste of the source" Debbie said seductively, slightly widening her shapely thighs and giving her brother a better view, her chest pushing out as she leaned back and stretched.

David stood chocked at his sister's words, but it was not his head that was doing the thinking now, at least not the one on his shoulders! Stepping forwards towards his sister David held his breath; it was like a dream, something happening to someone else.

Debbie reached up and got to her feet her body moving ever closer to that of her brother's until her arms slid around his neck and she thrust herself against him, their pelvises grinding together as she planted her lips on his, a deep passionate forbidden kiss followed between brother and sister.

Both siblings' breaths came fast and hard as they pressed against each other harder, Debbie's firm large breasts squashed against her brother's chest as she slipped her tongue out and into his mouth, his hands squeezing her arse cheeks tightly as the kiss developed.

The world outside the bathroom seemed a distant memory as brother and sister kissed and squeezed each other, Debbie groaning as she felt her brother's hands slide over her naked arse cheeks, one of her hands now rubbing her naked pussy, the juice coating her fingers as she dipped two inside her tight hole.

"Here taste" she gasped bringing them up to her brother's mouth and sticking them in, David accepting them eagerly sucking and nibbling, getting every drop of liquid from then as Debbie licked her lips and ground herself against the bulge in his pants.

"Oh fuck!" Debbie grunted as she felt her brother push her backwards against the sink, he lifted her up and sat her on it, the cold tiles making her jump and a shock of pleasure rush through her. Debbie watched as her brother pulled her thighs apart, exposing her naked pussy to him, she felt so dirty and excited as he licked his lips and looked at it before burying his face deeply.

"So hot!" he moaned out as his tongue went to work licking his sister's pussy lips, Debbie groaning and pulling at her brother's hair as she felt his hot breath on her sensitive clit, then his wet tongue diving in lapping up the juice she was making just her him.

"Fuck... fuck... fuck!" Debbie groaned as she felt an orgasm build quickly, her whole body was shaking as her brother frantically licked her pussy; not missing an inch like this was his last meal on Earth

"I need to be in you!" David said as he stood up, his sister still on the edge of orgasm just nodded and pulled her top down exposing her big naked breasts to him. They bounced as she breathed rapidly, her heart almost exploding out of her chest as she reach forwards and yanked at her brother's belt helping him remove his pants and underwear, his cock springing forth hard and ready.

"Get that up me right now! I need it so badly Dave; I can't wait any more for your cock to fuck my tight cunt!" Debbie gasped as her brother moved closer to her, she spread her legs as wide as she could giving her brother total access to her pussy, her arse resting smoothly in the sink turning her hips upwards to him opening the lips of her pussy and showing him the glistening wetness inside.

Debbie watched as the pre-cum glistening head of her brother's cock moved rapidly towards her own dripping pussy, she reached down and spreads the lips for him, giving him easy access to her and called out as she watched and felt her brother's cock slide in, a hard thrust sending it deep, neither of them were in the mood to be gentle or slow.

"Oh fuck!" Debbie growled as she arched her back and her brother thrust his cock harder into her, she clawed her fingernails down his back leaving red marks as he began to pump his hips hard and fast, his thick cock pounding his sister's pussy, the walls within quivering as the head smashed them open with every forwards movement.

David moaned out as he felt his sister's pussy grip his cock, her juice making it shiny in the light as he pulled it back and drove it hard into her again. Each time he could feel his balls slap against Debbie's arse cheeks, his sister holding him tightly against her body as she grunted and moaned, her breasts swinging as she was driven towards orgasm.


Double D



Behold!

I'd seen them from the relative distance of the urinal but now here they were right before my eyes. It was like my own private magic show. Amazing!

The car salesman was wearing a pale blue men's bikini brief, and his dual slongs, his pair of blood sausages were slanting off to my left, his right, the rosy head of one peaking out above his Jockey's thin waistband.

I couldn't resist. I leaned forward and kissed it. I ducked lower and kissed both his thick shafts through the combed cotton. I kissed his clutch of meaty balls nested in his crotch. I pulled his panty down and his magnificent pair sprang out at me, partially erect and bobbing.

"You see how they're completely separate at the base," the salesman said. "They didn't used to be that way. I wasn't born with 'em that way. There used to be a web of skin between 'em that came part way up. Soon as I became sexually active, you know, like in ninth grade, I had to have that surgically removed. Tried to do it myself and nearly bled to death," he said, gurgling laughter. 

"Cause I don't care what women like to claim, may be a big one but it ain't no baby and all that crap, unless she's had like seven kids already, and who'd want to fuck a woman's had seven kids, ain't no way most women are takin' both my dicks up their pussy at the same time. Forgive my French, you seem like the sensitive type.

"Same deal after I started fucking guys. I can't tell you how many faggots—s'cuse the expression—gays, have claimed they can take both my cocks up their ass. Then when push comes to shove, forget it! You'd have to be one of those freaks gets fisted all the time. Can you believe that crap? Relapse? Elapse? Whata they call it when your...? Disgusting!"

While the salesman yakked I took the opportunity to kiss and suck his duo of perfect penises. Grabbing them by the base, and opening my mouth as wide as it would go, I at one point managed to get my lips around the foreskins of both, and about an inch deep. Delicious!

"See, most people can't even do that. Women especially. They can only take 'em one at a time. Frustrating. That felt nice by the way, really nice. When you walked on the lot this morning I said to myself, first thing I thought: Great cocksucker. I can tell. I have sixth sense. And panties. He's wearing women's panties. It's like I have X-ray vision.

"So anyway, you're prob'ly wondering at this point: how does he do it? If he can't, you know. I came up with this great strategy. I leave my briefs on when I fuck. Male or female, don't matter. See, I pull my right cock, the one in your mouth at the moment...don't ask me why but I kind of favor the right one...I pull it and my balls through the leghole and then I leave the other one, the left one, inside my underpants. Makes sense, don't it? Otherwise...well, dick number two gets in the way. Comprehende? Habla espanol, dude?

"I know why," he continued, fingers snapping. "You just reminded me. And go easy on that one, OK? The left one is more sensitive than the right. I tend to cum sooner. I can cum, and pee for that matter, through either one. I'm completely, down there that is...what's the term? Ambi...? Dekterious? Dickserious? Something. The irony being that I'm otherwise left-handed, as you prob'ly noticed when I was filling out your purchase paperwork.

"Ah! That's so good! Where'd you learn to suck cock like that? And fondle my balls at the same time? You're the best! I had a girlfriend once...Teeth! Easy, bro. That's the biggest question I get: Why only one set of balls? How should I know? I ain't God. I didn't invent this shit. I was just born with 'em! Could you imagine two sets of balls in the same crotch? I can deal with two penises, that's kinda cool. But four balls would be, like, a major inconvenience. I could never sit down!

"I had a girlfriend once who used to do that with my balls while she went down on me. Yeah, suck the right one. Nice. Get me ready, baby. Turned out she had an uncle who was a porn producer out in L.A. She told him about me, about my, um, unique set of...One in a hundred million, by the way. That's what a doctor told me. I did the math. That means there's like 80 of us in the entire world. Or 90. Something like that, I forget.

"Keep that up, baby. Damn that's good. What time is it? Can't be gone from the lot too long. Time is money. So I get a call from this dude one day. The producer. Says 'I seen your pictures and I can make you a star. Guaranteed.' This is a big-time movie producer talking. And I'm thinking, me in porn flicks, with my double dick? No way, man! What if my mother saw me? My sister? I told him I'd do it but he couldn't show my face. And he said, 'That ain't the way it works, bro. Shoot an amateur porno if you wanna hide your face.' So I've done a little of that, you know, on the side. Don't tell nobody...

"But I love sellin' cars. Really do. They say great car salesmen are born not made and I believe it. I'm one of 'em! People ask me...'You have a good day today?' Out on the lot, they mean. And I say, man...everyday's a good day far as I'm concerned. That's my philosophy. Stay positive. Sell no cars, sell ten cars. It's all good. Tomorrow's another day." He raised his watch hand off the top of my busy head. "Whoa! We gotta buggy, bro. Got any lube?"

It was odd. Beyond odd. As he rammed my lubricated hole on my couch, grunting with each thrust, a big vertical cotton lump banged the length of my crack. So thick was it, the lump, it prevented him, by a good inch or more, from penetrating me the whole way. I wasn't complaining, mind you. His favored cock, the right one, was thick and hard and immensely pleasurable inside me, as my increasingly effeminate moans attested. It was just, well, odd. Unique. One of only 90 in the world kind of odd.

His shouts had barely subsided when he announced, giving my ass a stinging slap, "Pull your panties up, bro. Let's rattle and roll!"

As we drove back to the dealership from my nearby house in my trade-in, the salesman said (he was driving, somewhat erratically): "So when we get back your new car'll be all prepped and washed and...It ain't new but you know what I mean. Seventeen thousand miles, one owner, garage, old lady...You stole it from me, bro! What a deal! Anyway, like I say, you have a one month, bumper-to-bumper, no-strings warranty. This in addition to what's left of the manufacturer's warranty, if anything. So do this for me. Listen, this is important. You feelin' OK? After the fuck I mean? I'm not too far away. Could stop by, lunch time, after work, have a beer now and then. Do the dirty? Y'know? Maybe we could do it in your bed next time, though? That couch...I like your panties by the way. Nice. You like to dress? Something else you could do for me sometime maybe. Send me some pics...

"But what I was gonna say was, drive the car for two weeks. Not four, two. Make a list. Anything that don't seem right. Engine ain't idling real smooth. A knob falls off. Funny sound somewhere...Make a list, bring it back, two weeks, and we'll make it a hundred percent right for you, guaranteed. May not make 'em anymore but Pontiacs are great cars, take my word for it. It's like we say in our TV ads," the salesman concluded, slapping my chest with the back of his hand. "At Double D Motors we can't spell success without U!"

We were crossing the lot in the hot sun when he back-handed my left titty again. Ow! And my otherwise greatly pleasured ass still stung from its post-coital spank.

"See that woman over there," he pointed, "just getting out of her Kia. She's lookin' for more than an upgrade. See how she's dressed? Fuck-me heels? No wedding band?"

"How can you see that far?" I asked. And as I asked I realized I'd barely gotten a word in edgewise all day. I barely recognized my own voice.

"Eyes like a hawk, bro! Born not made! Husband just left her. She got half his money. Looking to a) upgrade..."

(You just said she wasn't looking to upgrade!)

"...and b) get screwed. I'm off, bro! I'll text you! Send me some, you know, pics."

I waved, feebly, as the human whirlwind wheeled away. "Have a nice day," I said, banally.

He turned back, with a maniacal grin and a bulge in his crotch. "Everyday's a great day at Double D!"



Double D



"Oh god, yes!" she groaned "I am your's Dave, my cunt is your's anytime you want it!"

Those words drove David on, his cock a blur as he pumped it into his sister, his balls slapping against her with every movement

"Oh! Oh! Ohh!" Debbie squeezed her pussy tightly around her brother's cock as she felt a massive orgasm wash through her body, her arms gripping her brother tightly as she clung onto him this new tightness sending David's mind into frenzy as he ground his cock into the hot, rapidly slicker hole.

"I'm going to cum!" he declared gritting his teeth as he felt the urge too much to hold back, his sister wrapping her legs around his waist holding him deep inside her

"Cum in my fucking cunt Dave! Use me like a dirty cum slut!"

David could not argue with his sister, he was too far gone for any thoughts other then blowing his thick load of cum somewhere. Debbie leaned into her brother as she felt his cock throb as it squirted the sticky liquid deep inside her, she could feel every drop as it sprayed.

"Oh god my pussy is on fire!" Debbie gasped as she felt her brother's cock finish filling her up, the rough hard fucking she had just received making her pussy very sensitive "That was so good!"

David agreed with his sister, his cock softening now that he had cum but still buried inside her as she held him with her legs and arms, keeping him close and her pussy plugged up, the cum she had shot into her unable to leak back out.

Footsteps on the stairs made the siblings come back to Earth; they had forgotten about everyone down in the living room while they had been having forbidden sex in the bathroom. David pulled his flaccid cock from his sister and looked down to see a dribble of his own cum drip out of her open pussy and into he sink where she sat.

Without thinking David scooped it up on his finger and worked them into his sister, getting another blob of white cum he took the mixture of semen and female juice into his mouth before leaning in and kissing his sister, depositing the whole lot into her mouth. Debbie closed her eyes as she shared the taste with her brother, the result of their coupling.

Pulling back David watched as his sister rolled the cum around in her mouth before swallowing it all moaning as she let it slowly drip down her throat, the taste staying on her tongue for her to continue enjoying.

"I think you should go back before we are missed" Debbie suggested as she leaned back in the afterglow of sex, her face wet with sweat and her pussy still dribbling her brother's cum a little.

"Yeah think you are right sis" David said as he pulled his pants back on after wiping down his cock "You going to be ok?" he asked, his sister nodded.



David did not see Debbie again until after the party had ended and all their friends had gone home, no one seemed to have missed the pair while they were away so it looked like they were in the clear.

It was the next morning when David got the chance to talk to his sister about what they had done the night before. He was having a strange dream about it, but for a dream, it all seemed so real.

"Morning sleepy head" David was greeted by the sight of his naked sister straddling his belly as he opened his eyes. Her firm large breasts hung saucily above his head as she gently rubbed his cock reaching back behind herself to hold the shaft.

"Morning" he said still a little sleepily, but the attention his sister was giving his hard cock was waking him up quickly.

Debbie leaned down and kissed her brother passionately, her already hard nipples scraping over his chest and her hand still stroking his cock giving attention to the aching head.

"This is one good wake up call" David half joked as his sister Debbie adjusted her position, her pussy pressing down on him so much he could feel the slickness of it.

"I thought you'd like it, I've been up for hours waiting for you," she said smiling at her brother

"Waiting for me?"

"Yeah, I wondered what happened to you last night, I was waiting for you to come and claim the rest of me" she giggled squeezing her brother's cock harder then rubbing it again.

"The rest of you?"

"Yeah, you just fucked my pussy in the bathroom" Debbie giggled and her brother smiled "There is more to do then just that" Debbie took her brother's hands and place them on her arse cheeks

"You serious?" David asked as his sister pressed his ands onto her arse cheeks firmly. Debbie did not answer in words; she got up and took his hand getting him off the bed before leaning over it, pushing her firm arse out at her brother.

David stood and admired the orbs of flesh that were being presented to him; his cock throbbed as he looked at the succulent flesh. Debbie looked back over her shoulder at her brother

"I'm ready when you are Dave..." she said with a grin

David stepped forwards and placed his hands on his sister's firm arse rubbing the cheeks before pulling them apart exposing the little opening. Debbie groaned as she felt his cool breath blow onto her little ring.

Slowly David worked a finger into the tight little arsehole of his sister. Debbie groaned and relaxed her anal passage for her brother, she could feel his finger working in and out, opening her up for his thick cock to follow.

"Think we need to lube you up" he said before spitting onto Debbie's arse, his spit dribbling down over her little hole before his fingers again thrust inside.

Debbie thrust her hips a little; as she felt her brother's other hand squeezing her naked arse, cheeks and the tip of his cock rub against the back of her thigh. She opened her legs wider to give her brother better access as his fingers worked her tight crevice harder, she could feel his cock throb as he got more excited and knew it wouldn't be long before his hard cock was shoved in her tightest hole.

"Oh fuck!" she moaned as she felt her brother remove his fingers and his cock move from her thigh. David's hands pulled her arse cheeks apart and he moved his hips until his cock was inline with his sister's tight rosebud, slowly he positioned the head against the tight opening and nestled himself against her. Debbie groaned as she felt the head touch her arsehole and grabbed the sheets of the bed tightly as she got ready for her brother. 

Debbie grit her teeth as she felt her brother's cock push into her anal passage, the head stretching the tight walls as inch by inch the whole shaft sank deeper. David pushing his hips forwards could feel his sister's tight arse gripping his cock more and more until he was fully embedded inside her.

"You're so tight" David gasped as his hands let go of his sister's arse cheeks, letting them close up around his groin, his cock not moving inside Debbie as her muscles adjusted to the sensation of having a thick piece of meat inside where it shouldn't naturally be.

Resting her head down on the bed Debbie groaned her approval as her brother pulled his cock back, inch by inch sliding it out just as he had slid it into her. She felt her brother's hands slide down her side and rest onto her breasts, his fingers finding out her nipples pulling them hard making her squeal with delight.

"I like that!" she gasped as her David pulled both nipples and slid his cock back into his sister's tight passage, her muscles now more relaxed and accepting of the intruding object.

David took his sister's words as a cue and thrust is cock hard into her, his skin slapping against hers, the room filling with the sound of sex as both siblings grunted and groaned, Debbie thrusting her arse back at her brother taking his cock deeply into her anal passage with every move, the pressure building up making the pulling of her nipples all the more erotic and exciting.

"Fuck!" Debbie called out as she felt her pussy get more wet and her brother's hand slide down cupping it as his hips slammed against her arse once again, his thick cock making her body ripple and tremble as she neared orgasm, her brother's fingers working her clit and dipping into her wet pussy, each movement sending tingles through her as she felt an orgasm ready to explode.

Debbie felt dirty and excited at the same time as her brother fucked her arse with his hard cock, his fingers working into her pussy deeply and pulling her nipples, each tug making her edge closer to orgasm. She felt her brother's cock jump and throb in her tight arse as he slammed it in hard and deep, each time thrusting Debbie forwards with the force, her legs shaking as she felt the pressure build more and the orgasm erupt.

"Ah fuck!" she gasped as her mouth fell open and her pussy let loose all over her brother's fingers, her legs buckled and she fell onto the bed, David leaning down on her his cock getting squeezed tighter by the strong muscles in his sister's anal passage.

Debbie could feel her brother's body on her back and his cock throbbing in her arse still, he was panting and moaning as her muscles rippled and squeezed his cock.

David pulled his cock back and it slid all the way out of his sister, Debbie felt the pressure in her arse fade and quickly before her brother could re-insert his cock turned over and sat on the floor, her brother's cock now pointing at her face throbbing with excitement.

"One more hole to claim Dave," she said huskily as her hand reached up and began to stroke the cock. The thought it had been up her arse didn't bother Debbie, she was too turned on by having her arse fucked to care and knowing where it had been just made her feel more dirty as she brought her face closer to the throbbing meat.

Debbie kissed the head and slowly took it into her mouth, making little licks and sucks before opening her red lips and taking more of her brother's cock inside. David watched and moaned as his cock disappeared into his sister's warm and inviting mouth.

David closed his eyes as he felt his sister's talented tongue go to work on the shaft of his cock, licking it and caressing before she bobbed her head sucking wonderfully leaving just the head inside then taking the shaft in a swift movement.

Knowing her brother would not last long after the fucking he had already given her Debbie worked fast on his cock, she wanted to make this the best blowjob he had ever had. Sucking hard and working her tongue up and down the length of hr brother's cock Debbie reached around and squeezed his arse cheeks holding onto him as she worked the cock in her mouth deeper.

David slid his hands into his sister's hair and held her head as his hips began to thrust in time with her movements, his cock throbbed in her warm mouth and he could feel his balls tightening as his orgasm built much like his sister's had before.

Debbie could feel the cock in her mouth throbbing more and more and she knew what was coming, her tongue played with the head as her brother gasped and grit his teeth holding on for the last few moments before he shot his cum down his sister's welcoming throat

"I can't hold it" David exclaimed as he held his sister's head tightly in place, his cock suddenly bursting forth with a blast of hot stick cum. Debbie held her lips firmly around her brother's cock as she felt the first squirt hit the back of her throat and slide down almost making her gag, another shot followed right away Debbie doing all she could to swallow down her brother's seamen.

A soft groan escaped Debbie's throat as she felt her brother's cum, more a dribble now, pool on her tongue, the taste filling her mouth as his cock let loose the last of its thick content

Slowly David relaxed as his cock began to shrink down, his cum resting on his sister's tongue as she released his slick cock from her lips, her saliva making the skin shine as it was withdrawn.

Debbie opened her mouth and showed her brother his thick blob of cum that had settled in there, she grinned and swallowed then showed him her mouth once more, the cum gone and just little strands left to show what it once contained

"You taste so good Dave" Debbie commented as she pulled herself onto the bed and laid back, her brother joining her and resting his head on her firm breasts kissing them softly as she played with his hair.

"I could lay here with you forever," he said dreamily in the afterglow of orgasm

"Oh there will be plenty of laying Dave but it won't just be like this, all my holes are yours to use as and when you want now bro... and I expect you to take advantage of that..."



Note: This is my first story in a long time, I love hearing from readers so please please send me some feedback and if you leave an address I will contact you back within a few days. Thanks for your time and hope you enjoyed!



Double Daddies



This follows on from 'Reach For The Star' and 'Bound To Happen Again'. Thanks as usual to LadyCibelle for the edit...especially as she caught a 'continuity' error I missed!

*

It had been a few weeks since she was last here, playing with herself as she watched him masturbate at his desk after he'd got in from work. The tree house needed a bit of a clean up since then and Chantal was glad of the distraction as she tidied some magazines and picked up a couple of candy wrappers. But she really had to think about it. That was a very odd email this morning and it disturbed her happiness.

These last few weeks had been good for her. She recalled those afternoons, watching through binoculars, learning from the way her daddy played with his cock. That was when she began her diary, first writing how her friend Sylvie enthused about having 'older lover' and then, later, detailing how she enticed her own father into making love.

Chantal had since found a website hosting diaries. She enjoyed reading many of them so she decided to sign up and have her entries posted. It was all anonymous, using passwords and made-up names so she wasn't worried about recording her father's surfing habits; including that fictional series he had been reading about Michelle and her daddy. There was plenty of sexual stuff in the diaries already so hers didn't particularly stand out, other than that it had been the only one she had seen so far about dads and daughters.

The site had a forum where people made comments and asked questions and there were quite a few about her diary. She was surprised to see so many girls fantasising about having sex with their daddy. It gave her quite a kick to see they were responding to her entries. But one post claimed reality. Someone signing themselves as 'M' said her daddy had anal sex with her. Chantal smiled as she dismissed this as coincidence. But then there was another one.

"Hello C. I am real. I had sex with my daddy too. Michelle."

It sounded like the poster was specifically speaking to her rather than just making a comment. Disturbed about this she sought an explanation in her mind and found one. Seeing the name this time and not just 'M' made her think about whether she had actually said that girl's name in her online diary. She was pretty sure that in mentioning the story her father had been reading, she had not said her name. Her original assumption of coincidence may have been hasty, but jumping to that conclusion didn't mean that 'Michelle' couldn't be a coincidence now. And hadn't she signed herself as C in her entries? This Michelle probably recognised as fantasy the submissions of the other girls, compared to the realism of her diary. Maybe she was genuine and merely trying to convey she had real experiences like Chantal's. Yes, that's all it was, she decided. Just coincidence. After all, Michelle is a fairly common name.

After she logged off from the site, she noticed a new email had arrived. She didn't recognise the source but it didn't appear to be typical spam so she opened it and read.

"Hi Chantal. You don't know me...well perhaps you do. I read your diaries and you have read about me. We have something in common. A lot in common. I think we should talk. Michelle."

Startled, she quickly closed the mail and sat back to think. She felt giddy and thought fresh air was a good idea. She shut down the computer, went outside and climbed up to her tree house where she was now sitting, having tidied up.

This was no coincidence. Whoever this Michelle was, she knew her name. It couldn't be a lucky guess. Carol or Catherine; that would be a more obvious guess. No, wait! It could have been an administrator on the website; someone having a joke at her expense. They'd have access to her details; they'd know her name. But they wouldn't...couldn't have known Michelle was the name of the other girl. So what was it? They had guessed? Unlikely, but that was the only explanation she could think of and at least it wasn't a total mystery now.

Chantal picked up a magazine and began turning pages, paying no attention to the content. Suddenly an idea hit her. Just suppose that this Michelle had also posted a diary on the site. She hadn't noticed one, but she hadn't been looking either. An administrator could have seen diaries of both girls and dreamed up some twisted joke; perhaps even sent this Michelle an email purporting to come from her. That was certainly possible, she thought, deciding to look right away.

While making a coffee, she kept trying to convince herself of the logic of her conclusion, but it was with a little unease that she climbed the stairs and moved towards her bedroom door. Pushing it open, she stepped inside and recoiled upon seeing a photo of her father on her computer screen. Her coffee splashed on her t-shirt and she set the cup down on her bedside table. Luckily she hadn't scalded herself, but it was wet and uncomfortable, so she took it off.

As if spellbound, she moved towards her computer without finding a clean top. Her initial shock at seeing her father looking out of the monitor was doubled when she remembered she had closed down earlier. "How did that happen?" she spoke aloud. "Okay...maybe I clicked 'restart' by mistake...but that picture..." Her mind was again in turmoil. She had no recollection of the photograph, let alone installing it as wallpaper.

Her thoughts were interrupted when another email appeared. It was from the same source as before and with a shaking hand, Chantal clicked it open.

"Hello again, C. We really should talk. Hopefully the photo got your attention. Please talk to me. Oh...and...I like the bra. Michelle."

Chantal hit the reply button. She couldn't take this anymore. She was weary trying to fathom what was going on. It couldn't do any harm replying; the girl already had her email address anyway. She typed.

"Who are you and what do you want? Where did you get that photo and what did you mean about a bra?" She clicked to send.

Almost immediately, the reply arrived.

"I'm Michelle - *giggles* - and as I said before, we have something in common. We both had sex with daddy. We both share that secret and I thought maybe we could share more; become friends, even."

Chantal clicked reply automatically, fingers moving over the keyboard.

"How did you know where to contact me? I don't understand how you could get that information."

The response came back as she hit her reply button. How could it be so quick, she wondered. It was as if the girl was reading her thoughts before she had typed them in. What it said was even more puzzling.

"It's hard to explain right now. I'm not even sure of everything myself. It sounds crazy, I know it does. But there's your world and my world. They're the same...but different. I am you here and you are me there. I don't know how...or why. I just know that the website where you posted your diary and the one where I had mine seem to have linked our existences. It's like a portal has opened between our two worlds. I have been able to see into your world. I saw you spill your coffee. I'm sorry I startled you, but I needed to get your attention properly. Let's IM."

Chantal didn't want to IM. This disturbed her and she didn't feel ready. Who was this person and how did she know about the coffee? As she pondered this she looked over to the window. Was she being spied upon? Her indignation was cut short as she thought of her own voyeuristic activities before, but she still had to know and crossed the floor. Looking out, she confirmed what she really knew. There was no view into her room from any nearby house. There were some buildings in the distance, but even with binoculars or a telescope there was no line of vision to the doorway. It was impossible for anyone to have seen her spilling coffee. Unless...

Chantal's thoughts were interrupted by the voice from her computer. "You have company," it spoke and she knew this meant her IM feature had been activated. How, was another matter, but as she sat in front of her screen once more, she knew it was Michelle again before she read the greeting. She punched in her reply.

"How did you do that? Only I can open IM to receive a message."

"Normally, yes. But you already saw I can access your computer."

"What else can you do?" Chantal was almost afraid to ask.

"That's what I wanted to talk about. But first, there are some things you need to know. I'm sending you a picture of me. You don't need to open anything. It will just appear."

It was a surprise earlier, when Chantal saw the photo of her daddy. But now she was astounded. There, looking back at her, was a photograph of herself. Or was it? She looked closely, but what was that in the background? That looked like Niagara Falls, but Chantal had never been there, so obviously the photo was a fake.

"I'm impressed. But you said you were sending a photo of you, not one of me, changed to make it look like I was somewhere I wasn't."

"But that's just it, Chantal. This is ME! I told you...I AM you and YOU are me. Look at these."

Chantal watched agog as a slideshow of photos appeared; all seemingly of her and all at places she had never been. Some were from a few years ago and showed her sitting on her daddy's lap as a young girl. They were obviously taken by her mother, but she didn't recognise the furniture. She couldn't understand why someone would want to falsify so many pictures of her.

"Why would you want to do that? Why with so many?"

"Why would I....Oh, I see. You still don't believe me. I didn't want to do this yet. Have a look at this one."

Chantal looked at the image of the naked girl, smiling and cuddling the Teddy Bear she recognised as being hers. She saw the two little marks: one on her arm, just above her elbow and the other just below the knee. Slight pigmentation blemishes that nobody would normally notice. In the photo, they were on the right arm and leg rather than the left, but this was probably just a case of the image being reversed in the scanning or editing process. There were no two ways about it. This was definitely a genuine photograph of herself. Except she knew she had not posed for it and nobody could have taken it without her knowledge. She knew it couldn't be a fake.

"I don't know what to say. I don't know what to think. I don't understand."

"I know this comes as a shock to you, Chantal. I wanted to explain more before I showed you that. It's me, but I look like you. You look like me. But that's not all. Watch this."

A movie opened on screen. Sitting on the edge of a bed was Chantal. Except she knew it must have been Michelle and not her as she didn't recognise the bedroom. The girl looked towards the camera, although she seemed to look slightly beyond; at the door maybe, as she spoke. "Hi, daddy. Come on in."

The rear view of a naked man came into shot and he walked to the girl and turned to face her, hips level with her head. He was only visible from the chest down, but that didn't really register with Chantal. She was entranced as the girl on screen reached for him and took a flaccid cock into her hand and began to masturbate him.

Using a second hand on his balls, she soon had him erect. The girl looked into the camera and smiled before sliding her lips down the stiff cock, taking it into her mouth. Her fingers slid to the man's thighs as her mouth worked on its own, taking as much of his shaft into her mouth as possible.

Chantal, almost mesmerised, shifted slightly in her chair as she watched. The girl on screen moved her head back and forth on the cock a few times before letting it slip from her mouth. She spoke. More than a whisper, but it was barely audible. "Okay, daddy. Move the camera a bit so we're properly in shot. It's time to fuck your little girl. Do you want to fuck me with your hard cock, daddy?"

The man moved towards the camera. His erection filled the screen and looked huge. Chantal felt as if she could touch it, but then it was gone as it became apparent he was adjusting the camera angle. His face came into view briefly and she couldn't quite believe what she saw. Her father! It was definitely her father...and yet, it couldn't be. Could it? It looked like him, she thought and then realised she was speaking, "but then the girl looks like me too."

"Not looks like you. We're the same."

Chantal saw the response come up but ignored it, instead watching the man move back around the bed to where the girl was now naked. It hadn't even occurred to her that the response was to something she had spoken and not something she had typed. 

When he moved onto the bed she knew he was as much her father's image as the girl was hers. It really was as if she was watching her daddy and herself making love. She almost believed they had been filmed, though she knew that was absurd. But what this girl...what Michelle was suggesting was even more bizarre wasn't it?

On screen, he was now screwing her from behind. Chantal didn't realise it, but her hand had slipped inside her panties and she was rubbing herself as she watched, imagining that was her being fucked by her daddy. They hadn't done it that way yet and she wondered how it would feel. She liked to look at him when they made love; liked to see his face when she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him into her.

Engrossed as she was in these thoughts while watching the screen and touching herself, she heard her father arriving and moving about downstairs. She considered pausing and returning later but then she noticed Michelle reaching an arm out to her bedside table to a little box like object. The picture on screen began moving into close-up. She realised it was a control unit and Michelle was zooming in. But why?

Her answer came as the cock slipped slowly out of the girl's pussy. Michelle reached back and grasped her buttocks, pulling them apart. Chantal gasped and put a hand to her mouth. The hand in her panties rubbed faster as she watched the man pushing his hard cock into Michelle's anus.

*

Downstairs, Chantal's father was in the kitchen, supping coffee, so deep in thought, he was unaware of its bitterness. The radio was playing an old Eagles song. He recognised it instantly and pondered the title; After The Thrill Is Gone. He and Chantal had now made love several times. That initial excitement when she had seduced him made the first time special. Then her bondage play was especially thrilling. Their lovemaking was wonderful. The 'thrill' had far from gone, how could it? He was the luckiest man alive. A girl half his age, who adored him, would regularly share his bed and make love. They would lie in each other's arms, caressing each other. She would play with his cock, getting him hard so they could fuck. What man wouldn't want that? The fact it was his daughter gave the sex an edge. The bondage did too. But, somehow, something seemed missing. Maybe there had been too much too soon. He should be satisfied with what he had.

Just then, Chantal came through the door looking a little flushed. "Hi daddy" she said, slightly breathlessly. She hugged him and he revelled, feeling her young body pressing into him. "You're a little early today aren't you?" she said taking his arm and looking at his wristwatch. It still amused her that he wore his watch on that wrist, self-consciously covering a scar from a burn. It was only a small scar and she didn't see why he couldn't wear his watch on the left wrist like everyone else.

He said something about there not being much traffic, but Chantal wasn't really listening. She began to prepare their dinner, wanting to get back to her room as soon after as she could.

*

Michelle was already waiting for her when she got back; the message asking, "What did you think of our little video?"

"What does it feel like?"

"You mean having daddy fuck me in the ass? It's glorious. If you can't get yours to do it, you can borrow him."

Chantal laughed, taking this as a joke. But this time she knew Michelle heard her, somehow, when she read the response.

"I mean it. I think we can cross over to your side. I haven't actually done this yet, but I think I know how to. I'm sending you some instructions. Print them and follow them through. They aren't too complicated. I have already downloaded a program to your computer. Don't worry, there's no problem. You'll see you have to change a couple of cables over. You'll lose internet access but when you change them back, everything will be back to normal. Do this by 9.00 tonight and I'll see you later."

This was weird, Chantal thought. What Michelle was saying was impossible. Yet some of the things that happened were also impossible; at least by any normal standards. But they happened nonetheless. She looked at her instructions. They were simple enough but she still printed them and set to work. She wasn't sure about any of this, but she was certainly curious.

*

Shortly before 9.00, Chantal and her father were watching TV. She was about to leave him for her room, when he asked her to put some coffee on. He never could get the quantity of coffee just right so he usually asked her to make it when she was around. When he got in earlier he made some himself, not wanting to disturb her, but it was truly awful. 

She was able to get the coffee set up with time to spare and she sat in front of her computer, not really knowing what to expect nor what to do for the next two minutes. She looked at her watch; the second hand seemingly taking an age to complete a circle. Still a minute to go.

When the hand completed the second minute she was sure it stopped and she looked to her clock-radio. It showed 21:00 but the display was brighter than usual. Looking back to her watch, she saw the hand had not moved. But before she could wonder about it, her computer screen flashed on. A 'live' Michelle was smiling out at her.

"Hi, Chantal. Are you ready?" This time, she heard the words rather than reading them on screen. She'd never had speakers, using only earphones, but it didn't really surprise her after the earlier revelations. The sound appeared to come from the monitor.

Tentatively she spoke back. "Um...can you hear me? Yes I'm ready." Then, lower; almost a whisper, "I think." She was conscious of a nervous swallow, not really knowing what to expect.

Suddenly there was a buzzing sound and the lights flickered. Then the room went dark. There was just the red glow of the clock-radio display; 21:01 and the monitor. Michelle's face had disappeared, to be replaced by a bright white screen. 

Chantal, thinking the ceiling bulb had blown, was moving towards her bedside table lamp when the light came back on. She was startled by her reflection in the mirror. Except there wasn't a mirror there. It was Michelle. Chantal took a sharp intake of breath and her colour drained. She needed to sit and returned to her computer chair.

"How did you...what did you...oh my God. You're here! You're really here!"

"Yes. I made it. Cool, huh?"

Before Chantal could respond, she heard a knock at the door and her father entered with a cup of coffee for her. "I thought you'd like a cup. Everything okay? I thought I heard your voice."

She looked at Michelle who was now sitting on the bed. His eyes followed hers as he glanced at the bed. Then he looked at the computer screen and thought he knew what was up. "Ah, I see. You have a computer problem," he said, putting her cup down before continuing. "Well, you know this stuff better than me, Princess. I'll leave you to it." As he closed the door, the two girls were trying to stifle their nervous giggles. Chantal was the first to speak. "He didn't see you. He actually didn't see you!" Michelle was equally surprised. 




Double Daddies



"Yes, it seemed like it didn't it? He looked straight at me but nothing registered."

"How did he not see you?"

"I don't know. I haven't done this before. Until now, it's just been theory. Maybe it was because he wasn't with you when I came over. I really don't know." Chantal considered that and then had an idea. "I suppose you are real? You're not just in my imagination and that's why he didn't see?"

Michelle's response was to get up and cross the floor to Chantal who rose to her feet. She put her arms around her and hugged. "Does this feel real?" she said with a smile.

"Yes it does. This all feels unreal...but you feel real to me."

Michelle broke the embrace. "Hey," she said, "He called you 'Princess'. My daddy calls me that too."

The two girls looked at each other. It was odd, seeing themselves in the other. Chantal spoke. "Are we alike in every way, do you think? I mean, do we really look the same all over?" She blushed at the implication.

"I suppose so," Michelle began. "We certainly look identical now. We're not wearing the same clothes, but I do have what you're wearing. Let me check your wardrobe."

"How about music?" began Chantal. "Do we like the same stuff?"

"You have some of the same clothes I have. Not all but a similar style. Music? That's another 'don't know'. Let me look at your CDs."

They continued to get to know each other, comparing likes and dislikes before moving on to the subject that brought them together. Michelle had, of course, read Chantal's online diary so most of the questions were asked by Chantal. She was curious about how Michelle first had sex with her father and discovered it had been quite different to her own situation. Apparently it had been instigated by him while he was comforting her after a break-up with a boyfriend. Her daddy made her feel so good; that it was all the fault of the boyfriend and she'd forgotten all about him when her daddy was rubbing her panty covered pussy with his big hand.

Neither had any reservations since then. Her father mostly took the lead and Michelle was keen to learn more. It had seemed perfectly natural when he introduced her to anal sex.

They carried on talking about sex until the lights again flickered and then went out, plunging the room into darkness once again. Chantal was again moving for the table lamp when the light returned. Michelle was nowhere to be seen and Chantal sat back down, perplexed. She noticed her coffee cup; the contents untouched. "It'll be cold now" she thought, but reached for it anyway. To her great surprise it was still hot and she almost dropped it in shock. Then Michelle appeared on screen. "Let me just see if I can find out what happened." She said calmly. Chantal waited, gingerly sipping her coffee.

"Ha!" Michelle exclaimed before continuing. "I found the problem. At least I think so. I had to play with the computer settings so I could come over to your side. I have my screensaver set to kick in after an hour and I think that interrupted us."

"You were here an hour?" Chantal gasped. "But...but my coffee...dad brought it in just after you appeared. It's still hot."

Then she noticed her clock radio. It displayed the time as 21.03; just two minutes later than when Michelle arrived in her room. It was as if no time had passed during their meeting. She imparted this discovery towards Michelle's screen image, wondering, in her confusion, whether she should now be typing. 

"Yes, I see. It looks that way here too. But that's odd. If time stood still, then why would the screensaver come on?"

"Hmmm..." Chantal thought before answering. "Maybe your computer recorded the passing of time and when the screensaver came on it reset itself."

"Could be. Anyway, Chantal, think about what we talked about. There are no risks and it's not like we're all strangers is it. We'll talk more tomorrow. Goodnight."

*

Michelle had given Chantal a lot to think about and it was some time before she fell asleep after going to bed. She wanted to do it; what Michelle had suggested. How to raise the subject was the difficulty. But now, almost upon waking, she had an idea.

She eased herself under the covers of her father's bed and snuggled up against his naked body, just as she had done many times recently. She reached over his sleeping form and felt for his penis. It thrilled her, that moment when he was hers to play with. Those precious seconds where his cock would begin to grow in her small hand as she stroked him until he woke.

He began to stir as Chantal brushed her fingers lightly over his balls and back up his shaft. She always giggled at the sight of his cock twitching when she reached that sensitive spot near the tip. At this moment she couldn't actually see it, but she felt the unmistakeable movement before it was back in her fingers where it belonged. Then he woke and turned towards her.

"Morning Princess. You have the best way of waking someone, you know that?" he said, kissing her.

"I'm glad you still like it daddy. Here, let me straighten your pillows so you can sit up."

Chantal's T-shirt rode up as she reached and twisted, revealing her bare pussy and her father gasped. He'd never get used to it; his little girl, his angel, flashing her cunt to him. He'd fucked it; fucked her. But it still excited him to see it. It was still taboo.

Nestling back onto his newly arranged pillows, he was happy to feel her hand again resting on his cock, fingers sliding around him.

"Daddy, there's something I want to ask you."

He wondered what was coming, knowing that very soon it would be him.

"Did you ever have...have you ever thought of having two girls at the same time?"

"Of course not baby. I'm a one woman guy. Always was. It was just your mother I wanted. Until her affair. And now...now it's just you."

"Okay daddy, I understand that. But did you ever have a fantasy about making love with two girls? Or more?" Chantal added.

"Well, I guess so...but fantasies are different..." he began, but Chantal cut him off.

"Just supposing I was a twin. One of identical twins. You could have both of us; both of us would obviously want you. There need be no jealousy, no feelings of disloyalty. Nothing at all negative about it. Just two girls and their daddy. Can you imagine that?"

He didn't need to answer. Until then, she had merely been holding his semi erect cock. Now it was stiffening rapidly.

"Ooh daddy. I think you do like the idea. Both of us in bed with you, playing with you just like I am now. Perhaps taking it in turns to touch you. Or four hands on you at the same time." Chantal stroked more quickly as she teased him with the thought, planting the idea in his head.

"Oh God!" gasped her father as he writhed and then went rigid in ejaculation.

"You see?" giggled Chantal watching her daddy's cock pump its contents onto his belly and chest. "You would like two girls making love with you."

"Well, I can't deny that was unexpected" he replied. How could he when he'd just had what was probably his fastest cum since his first time? His head was spinning. Just last evening he'd been thinking if there could be more – as if he didn't already have enough – and here she was talking of a threesome. With a twin she didn't have!

"But it's impossible, because you're not a twin."

"Not in the biological sense, maybe. You get cleaned up and come to my room. I have something to show you."

He watched his daughter's backside as she practically skipped across the floor and through the door and wondered what the hell she was up to.

*

Having taken a quick shower, Chantal's father wrapped himself in a towel and went to her room taking his place by her side at her computer.

"Look daddy. Look at these photos."

"Yes I see them. Snapshots of us. What about them?"

"Look closely daddy. Did we ever go to these places?" 

He looked. Sure enough, every photo was of somewhere they had never been together. He had been to Niagara Falls, but she hadn't. And yet, there they were, sitting on a wall with the water about to tumble over behind them.

"Very clever Angel. They look pretty convincing."

Chantal frowned. "You don't get it do you daddy. They are not pictures of us. I can't fake pictures this good. How can I convince you?"

"Convince me of what?" he asked, puzzled.

"Wait daddy. I just remembered something." The movie clip. Michelle had somehow sent it to her computer. Maybe she could find it. "Give me a minute; I just need to look for it."

He watched, dumfounded as she searched here, clicked there; amazed at the speed she did things. It was like that technical support guy at work showing him how 'simple' it was at a speed he couldn't possibly follow, he thought, shaking his head.

"Got it!" Chantal exclaimed. "Look daddy. Watch this."

As far as he was concerned, the girl sitting on the bed was his daughter. He was just beginning to notice the differences in the bedroom when a man entered. Had he heard correctly, he asked himself. Did she call him daddy?

"What is this, Chantal? Who is that and why are you showing me?"

"Just watch, daddy. Trust me, please."

Jealousy found its way into his head. Another man with his girl. Her boyfriend, perhaps? No. She didn't have one. Then intrigue; her hands on the man's cock, bringing it to an erection. He felt his own penis stirring beneath his towel as she took the screen-cock into her mouth. He surreptitiously moved behind where Chantal was sitting, not wanting her to see the towel tenting out; not wanting to show it turned him on, seeing her with another man. But in so doing, he stepped on the corner of the towel, causing it to fall, leaving him naked and erect.

She hadn't noticed and, gratefully, he was about to reach for it when he again heard her voice from the computer. He wasn't so sure the first time, but now he was certain. She did call him daddy. He froze, leaving the towel at his feet, as the man approached the camera. Then came the moment he saw who was with her; Himself. He felt a kind of relief. He wasn't aroused by seeing her with another; it had been him all the time. Then his thought processes were interrupted.

"Now do you see, daddy?" Chantal asked, smiling.

"All I see is us. I really don't know what you're getting at. Somehow you filmed us..." he stopped, realisation beginning to hit. Then he continued. "Wait. That bit just now. I was moving the camera...except it couldn't have been me. I'd remember it."

Chantal sensed his confusion and paused the action. It wouldn't help with his mind racing like this. Next thing, he'd probably think he was losing his mind...or he'd been drugged!

"Okay daddy. Let's back up a bit. Listen to what I have to say before you speak again."

He retrieved his towel and remained silent as Chantal explained about Michelle and her father. He became a little alarmed at the mention of the online diary, but she assured him it was all anonymous and neither could be identified. He stayed silent when he heard about last night's visit from Michelle; silent, but doubtful. She certainly sounded like the Michelle he'd been reading about, but how could it be her.

It was all a bit much to take in, but Chantal obviously believed it and her measured explanation calmed him even if he couldn't accept it. That just had to be the two of them they'd been watching; there must be some other explanation, but what?

He didn't want to appear too keen, but he was ready to continue watching. Chantal smiled as he asked her to 'play on'. 

He watched as the scene developed. He was there, on the bed with Chantal. There on top of her, fucking her from behind. He couldn't actually remember making love with her this way; he enjoyed seeing the love in her eyes; for her to see the love in his, so he liked it face to face. But here was the evidence.

Then came the close-up; the camera zooming in as he pulled out of her pussy and pushed his cock into her anus. And now he knew it wasn't him. And if it wasn't him, then he knew it was not her. Not them; someone else. But how? Maybe there was something to Chantal's story after all.

"Do you believe me now, daddy?"

"I don't know. I can see they are not us...there must be some other explanation. I don't know what to believe."

"Well, I didn't believe it at first, so I know it's hard..." Chantal began and then laughed at her choice of words as she noticed the bulge in the towel wrapped around him. "I see something else that's hard" she said reaching for him. "Tell you what; I'll see if they can come over tonight. In the meantime let's take care of this."

She pulled his towel away, revealing his erect penis, dropped to her knees and fed her daddy's cock into her mouth.

*

Early that evening, Chantal's father was again deep in thought. Two things were occupying his mind. There was the prospect of having two girls at the same time. The idea came out of the blue. Sure, it was something he'd thought about when he was much younger. But once he had his first girlfriend, he never even looked at another girl, much less thought about fucking one. He'd always been faithful to whoever he was with.

So two girls were against his nature. But then having sex with his daughter was also against his nature. At least, once it was. Now it was regular. So maybe it wasn't such a big step. And it was his daughter who suggested it! But there was this other idea too. It wasn't just Chantal with a double, or whatever she was; there was a double for him too. There was another Paul Bond. Or at least another one like him. Exactly like him. Did he have a different name as well; like the other one?

He thought back to earlier in the day when he watched his sweet Angel holding what at first seemed another man's penis. It turned him on; it actually excited him to see it. He couldn't believe it. He was convinced he had been watching the girl he loved, the girl who shared his bed, stroking another man's cock. And instead of arousing anger or disappointment, he became hard himself. 

*

Later, Chantal and her father were both seated at her computer while Michelle performed her trickery. As before, the room went dark and then Paul gasped as the returning light revealed the two visitors. Just a few hours earlier, he was still denying the evidence of his own eyes. But now he believed.

He looked at Michelle. She really was exactly like his daughter. It was a good job she was wearing shorts, whereas Chantal had favoured a skirt, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to tell them apart right now. They even sounded the same.

"Chantal...Mr Bond", spoke Michelle. "This is my dad, Sean.

"Hello Sean..." Chantal's father spoke uncertainly. "This is kind of weird isn't it?"

"Yes, I suppose it is," he understated; more interested in appraising his daughter's new friend as he looked her up and down, smiling.

There was an uneasy silence broken when Chantal suggested they go downstairs.

"Good idea," her father spoke. "I'll get us some drinks."

He led Sean into the kitchen, where he opened a bottle and poured white wine into two glasses.

"Wine good for you and Michelle too?" he asked.

"Sure."

Paul poured again and was just thinking it sounded like himself answering his own question, when he felt arms embracing him from behind. He nearly spilled the wine as a hand felt for his penis and lingered, but he managed to place the glass to one side and the bottle to the other.

He turned and looked down into the face of his daughter, smiling up at him "Need a hand?" she asked mischievously. Then she turned and leaned gently into him, wriggling her backside; feeling his cock hardening.

Distracted, he didn't notice Sean slip something into two of the drinks before picking up the tray of glasses and exiting the kitchen. Aroused as he was, he was about to admonish her for such behaviour in front of guests, when she took his hands and placed them on her tummy, before sliding them up and under her top. Instinctively his hands cupped her breasts, feeling her stiffening nipples and he squeezed them gently as she ground herself back into him.

Abruptly, she said "Let's join the others before they wonder where we are." As he watched her walk in front of him, he looked down at her bottom moving so sexily in her shorts. Following her through the doorway, he realised his daughter had been wearing a skirt. He'd had his hands on this girl's breasts he thought; panicking and blushing as he emerged into the living room.

His mind was going 90 to the dozen; What the hell was I doing? She started it. It's my word against hers. What would Chantal think? Then he caught himself. Hold your horses Paul. Chantal has arranged this hasn't she. His question needed no answer as relief sunk in and he took his seat next to Chantal. On the sofa opposite, Michelle had draped herself across her father's lap.

Paul felt the need to make doubly sure it was her and his eyes fixed on the girl's thighs. She caught him looking and he quickly looked away, aware of Chantal leaning into him, almost whispering. "Do you like her, daddy? She's just like me, isn't she?" Then she sipped her wine.

Not knowing whether a reply was needed, Paul bought some time to think by sipping from his glass. Then he sipped some more. Soon, all four were gulping heartily until glasses were empty and Chantal announced they needed refilling. Michelle laughed at the unintended innuendo and stood, suggesting the two of them go to refill the glasses. 

As soon as they left the room, Sean spoke. Paul was shocked by the question.

"Michelle tells me you haven't taken Chantal anally yet. Why is that?"

He was shocked because he couldn't believe she'd tell someone that; shocked because Michelle had then told her father. And now shocked because this man, almost a stranger, had the nerve to ask him! What was most shocking of all was that he had already gone over this in his own mind previously; agonisingly so, and here he was actually responding to the question.

"Well...I want to. I think she wants to. But she's my daughter. Even with everything we've already done, it just doesn't seem quite right."

Sean smirked to himself. The stuff worked exactly as he was told it would. One drink was all it had taken and he probably wouldn't even need the rest, but it was reassuring to know he had more and he continued. "Yes, I know what you mean. I felt a little guilty the first time we did it. But now it provides some variation and Michelle loves it."

Paul relaxed a little. His shock was dwindling and relief was replacing it. Relief, because here was a man who had gone through the same things; experiencing the taboo of sex with his daughter along with the angst and guilt that went with it. He had only just met them, but they seemed comfortable with each other; as he and Chantal were. He couldn't believe how easily his question came out as he asked "How did Michelle take it?" They both laughed at the implication and then he rephrased. "How did Michelle feel after?"

Before Sean could answer, the girls returned with freshly filled glasses. Paul was a little surprised when Chantal took a seat next to Sean. "How did Michelle feel after what?" she asked. He didn't hear if there was a reply as he was distracted by Michelle saying "Looks like I get to sit next to you" as she eased into the seat and snuggled against him. He felt the warmth of her breast against his arm while, opposite, he saw Sean whispered something to Chantal. She half stood and slid onto his lap, where Michelle had been moments ago.

Paul thought something odd was happening. He'd been surprisingly candid at Sean's blatant question and now Chantal had appeared to comply with his wish. But his thoughts were interrupted when Michelle leaned over and whispered. "You know what I felt like after daddy fucked me in that special way? I wanted him to do it again." She made it sound so wicked. And so sexy. Her hand had nestled on his thigh as she began speaking but had now slid over and rested on his cock; her fingers moving slightly, but enough to feel him growing.




Double Daddies



He thought back to the short video he saw earlier, encouraged by that seductive whispering voice next to him. "Would you like to fuck me in the ass, Mr Bond? I'll bet you'd like that wouldn't you?" she said seductively while unzipping him. "You can do that to me, you know, if you don't want to with Chantal."

He suddenly realised her hand was inside his fly and she released the erection from his boxers. "Ooh, yes what a nice cock you have. Would you be my daddy too?" she asked smiling sweetly at him as he looked down at the hand stroking his penis.

Then he looked up. What was he doing? What would his real daughter think? He got his answer when he saw that not only were the other two ignoring him but they were engaged in their own activity too. Chantal's skirt had ridden up slightly and the other man's hand was underneath it. Judging by the movement of that hand and Chantal's wriggling, Paul knew that his daughter was having her pussy fingered by this man. From the expression on her face she was happy to have him do it too. Father and daughter were each receiving pleasure from their guests.

Chantal looked over and saw her daddy. She watched as Michelle wanked him; the vision made her cum suddenly, throwing her arms around Sean and squeezing as he brought her off. Michelle was tempted to bring a well needed release too but, instead, spoke. "Sorry, Mr B. You need to save this for later. Chantal and I have a couple of things to do."

Chantal stood, smoothed her skirt down and crossed the floor. "Yes, dad. We'll be in my room. Come up...both of you...in ten minutes." The girls left their fathers to continue talking and raced upstairs. 

"Your dad has a nice cock," spoke Michelle. "I enjoyed teasing him...but I felt kind've sorry to leave him like that," she giggled.

"You'll get your chance later. Tonight is my night."

"You're still up for this then? It's not too late to change your mind."

"Yes I am." Chantal was excited and went on. "I thought I'd be nervous but I'm not...well, perhaps just a little. Maybe the wine helped."

"Maybe my dad playing with you helped too," Michelle said with a wink and noticed the blushing response. It was slight, but a blush nonetheless. Despite everything, there was still a kind of innocence there. "Anyway, I should get back."

"You're sure you need to go back?"

"I'm not sure of anything. I just don't want us both to be away too long, first time. I can control things from here too but I'm happier doing it from my own computer for now."

"Okay. I'll just go and tell them I'm ready," Chantal said as she made for the door. She looked around and saw that Michelle had already gone. No 'special effects' this time. She had already made some adjustments it seemed. 

Before leaving her room, Chantal paused and composed herself. She wanted to experience this; to be fucked anally. It sounded exciting when she had read of Michelle's exploits and she knew from discovering her father's online activity that he must have thought so too. But she sensed some reluctance on his part. It was really thrilling when he inserted a finger there when they made love and she really wanted it to be her own daddy's cock there for her first time. But it didn't look like it was going to happen and she was impatient. At least this way, it was going to be virtually the same as her father and he was, after all, going to be there with her. She would not do it if he wasn't there. In fact she could not do it if he wasn't there. 

These had been the ideas occupying her thoughts since she actually met Michelle. But it was still a big step and she was grateful for the effect the wine had on her. She'd also seen in the story her father had been following about how Michelle's daddy had been gradually preparing her for anal sex. She was going to be in the same man's hands and she had already complied with his wishes earlier. It was kind of reassuring knowing she could absolve herself of responsibility this way. Just so long as her real daddy was there to protect her and make her feel safe.

*

Paul had been surprised when Chantal told him Michelle had gone back for the time being. But Sean had quickly stepped in and taken control of the situation. He noted there was no sign of the effects wearing off yet as a comment to each had quickly relaxed them. Chantal allowed him to reach under her skirt to remove her panties. He took advantage of her position as he rubbed her bare pussy. She was wet and he revelled in her submissiveness as he whispered in her ear so her father couldn't hear. "Your cunt is so wet. You can't wait for my cock in your ass, can you?"

Further directives had resulted in both disrobing and he watched with great interest as Chantal revealed her naked body to him. She was every bit as sexy as his own daughter. It had been wonderful to take his little girl's anal cherry and now it would be like doing it all over again. But it was important she feel as comfortable with the situation as possible and that was why he was now watching them fuck. The drug had made them both susceptible to suggestion but he figured familiarity would help things along. He felt his erection growing as he watched the girl feed her father's cock into her cunt, then rocking back and forth.

Occasionally she would lean far enough forward so as to give him a glimpse of her ass and that spot in between her buttocks that would give him so much pleasure, so very soon. He couldn't wait, so he stripped. He was about to advance upon the girl when suddenly Michelle appeared by his side. "Not yet," she whispered; almost hissing. "You forgot this." It was lubricant and she removed the top.

Paul was looking into the face of his daughter as she rode him. His hands roamed over her breasts, stroking her nipples as she rose and fell. He had no real recollection of how they went from being clothed to making love. But it didn't really matter as they were clearly enjoying each other. He did, however, become aware of a new sound in the bedroom and looked over to see Michelle pour something from a bottle into her hand, before dropping to her knees at her father's feet. She put her hands together, spreading the lotion and applied both hands to his penis, rubbing her fingers along its length.

Paul had already been near orgasm from those same fingers on him earlier. Watching the girl on her knees, so like his angel, while he was, in fact, inside his angel took him further. He reached and brought Chantal down on to him, thrusting vigorously. As Michelle rubbed the lubricant onto her daddy's cock, Paul's orgasm began and he gripped his daughter's buttocks. The movement spread her cheeks and Sean reacted as if on cue, falling to his knees, holding his cock and pointing it at the hole he was about to plunder.

Chantal was aware that her father's hands were on her ass as his cock pulsed inside her, pumping his cum into her pussy. She had been aware of a slight give in the mattress when Sean joined them and she thrilled at the touch. It felt wicked to have more than one pair of hands on her as her cheeks were spread and the head of a stiff cock nudged in between. She felt a cool wetness as the other man pushed against her small anus. Instinctively she tightened, but her father was still thrusting from below and she was shuddering in gratification. Her vaginal contractions loosened her resistance to the second penis and Sean took advantage; pushing his cock into her ass.

At that point Michelle smiled and left; as if into thin air.

Chantal had never felt so full before. Not even when her daddy had pushed his finger in there. It felt strange being sandwiched by the two men. But she thought the feeling was almost perfect. Her father was beneath her as they were locked together as one. They were able to look into each others eyes; his spent penis still inside her keeping their intimacy as the other cock eased that little bit deeper. She felt the other man's thighs on the back of hers, slipping and sliding, desperate to get the rest of his cock inside her; frantic to begin fucking her.

Almost perfect. She would have preferred it to be her daddy on top of her. Her daddy working his way there; pushing his cock into her. But at least he was with her, sharing with her. Then she felt him move a little. Her father had shifted his position slightly and his penis had withdrawn. Sean seemed to sense it and pushed home, completely burying his cock in her ass. 

Aware that her daddy was no longer coupled with her, Chantal held onto him, trying to be as close to him as she possibly could. This was the man she loved; this was the man she was making love with, even if it was Michelle's father fucking her. 

She felt the cock withdrawing a little but then the weight on her shifted and he pushed back in. He repeated the actions and soon she was aware of a slow sawing motion. The lubricant did its job as he increased his speed. There were moments she felt like expelling the intrusion, but others where she seemed to be sucking him back in. It was nothing like she'd known before; neither discomfort, nor absolute pleasure.

But then her daddy managed to introduce a hand between their bodies and she became aware of his fingers between her thighs. And that was it; all she needed. He knew how to play her. He knew what would work and she trembled at his touch. She knew he'd picked up on her uncertainty and taken the responsibility away from her, such was his love for her. She was now free from any confusion she may otherwise have experienced and his action allowed her to surrender to the situation completely.

The cock in her ass, together with her daddy's fingers at her cunt, was sending her wild. She bucked back and forth, fingers making her jerk backwards, forcing the cock to press deeper, pushing her forwards again. The combination was potent and soon she was cumming; the contractions also inducing Sean's orgasm.

Chantal held on to her father as she came, easing her hold a little as the frequency of her shudders lessened. She felt the weight on top of her moving as Sean withdrew. When he had rolled off her completely, she also slid from her father's body and nestled alongside him. The last she heard before falling asleep was a slight creaking of the bed as Sean stood and took a few steps across the floor, leaving them to their intimacy.

*

The light streaming through a gap in the window blinds woke her. Her head was a little fuzzy at first as she thought back a few hours, slowly recalling the details. She was glad to have experienced her first anal sex but disappointed it had to have been with someone else. Although the two men were identical, there was something about Sean she was unsure of. Even though there was a certain know-how about him and that made it easier for her, deep down she knew it would have been better with her real daddy. But at least he'd been there to share it with her. In fact he improved things for her, greatly. And now they were alone and she preferred it that way.

She decided to wake him the best way she knew. It would be kind of a reward for him. She eased the bedding back revealing his naked form. He was breathing evenly as she gently moved downwards and took his penis in her hand. She never grew tired of holding it, feeling the weight in her palm increase as it grew. She closed her fingers lightly around the shaft feeling its heat. He stirred, but remained sleeping as she tentatively fondled his cock before masturbating him tenderly.

Softly she pulled his foreskin back as far as it would go, taking care not to hurt him. She didn't want him to wake just yet. She loved to caress his penis so she was really enjoying it, but she really wanted to reward him and figured the more she could tease it while he was sleeping, the more sensitive it would be when he woke and the more intense his orgasm would be when he came. Imagine, she wondered, waking up and just about the first thing you feel is a powerful orgasm.

She licked her lips, partly at that thought and partly to prevent them being too dry when they came into contact with his cock. Lowering her head, she licked around the tip before sliding her tongue down its length and back up again. She took her hand away intending to use just her lips and tongue on him. His cock seemed to have a mind of its own as it bobbed around; seemingly trying to avoid contact, so she slipped her fingers around and held it before continuing.

Her lips circled the head and she applied slight downward pressure; the action again causing his foreskin to be pulled back. Tightening her fingers gently, to prevent retraction she moved her head in such a way that her lips rubbed the sensitive area around the ridge of his cock. Then she sucked gently, before lifting her head. His pink dome was all shiny and taut. She noticed the little hole in the tip had widened and a drop of pre-cum had formed there. She licked it from him.

She held the cock in one hand while caressing his balls with her other. He stirred some more and she wondered if she should masturbate him now; thinking that maybe he would cum upon waking and how cool would that be? But she decided to take him in her mouth once more and it was while she was feeding his cock between her lips that he woke and looked down at her.

He felt Chantal's lips slipping over and down his shaft and he jerked as her fingers played lightly over his sensitive dick. He reached for her head and held it for a few seconds, enjoying the sensation of his cock filling her mouth. Then, still holding her, hands against cheeks, he gently lifted her head. His glistening cock emerged from her mouth.

"Good morning daddy," she spoke. "Rise and shine." It amused her. He had 'risen' and his penis was certainly shiny! She smiled as he had her slide upwards in the bed and they embraced. His hand slid between their bodies, finding her pussy and she felt a finger slip inside. "Yessss," she hissed and wriggled as he finger-fucked her until she was quite wet.

He rolled her to the side and moved above her. She looked up at him, then lower; down to where his cock was rigid. He slid his fingers from her and wrapped them around his penis, coating it with her pussy juice. Chantal eased her thighs apart. "Come on daddy, fuck me. Your cock looks really stiff and my cunt needs it." 

He looked between her spread legs. Her cunt was glistening. He needed to fuck her this way...and then the other way. She placed her fingers between her thighs and pulled, opening herself for him until he pushed his cock into her. Then she wrapped her arms around him as he moved his cock in and out of her. It thrilled her when he pulled back a little, teasing her for a second, before thrusting back into her; each inward stroke bringing her closer to orgasm. 

He rolled again, so that she was on top and his hands found their way to her buttocks. The fingers of one hand slipped in between and when one reached her anus she twitched. He didn't hesitate for a second as he inserted a fingertip. He felt his cock pulsate as he forced the finger in a little more, feeling her relax just a little. 

Chantal loved it. Her daddy had his finger there before but it had seemed more by accident than design. This time he seemed more intent on getting there. A thought occurred. "Did that mean..." but she dared not complete the question for fear of disappointment. Instead she allowed herself to revel in the moment and she had a small cum almost immediately.

He withdrew from her and placed two pillows in the middle of the bed, one on top the other, then positioned her how he wanted. "Hold yourself open for me...like you did with your cunt," he told her.

Chantal was fleetingly unsure about the way he spoke. But she quickly did as he said, not wanting to disappoint her daddy, especially when this moment was so close. He looked down at her raised ass as she spread to make herself accessible to him. "That's my girl," he spoke encouragingly as he held his hard cock just inches away.

She felt a slight weight upon her as his cock pushed between her buttocks. He was being gentle with her as she knew he would. He eased a little more in and she no longer needed her hands to aid penetration. In fact they actually hindered his progress a little so she moved them, bringing one underneath her body and to her pussy. She masturbated as she felt a shifting and increasing of his weight, the movements of which temporarily concealed the fact he was now firmly inside her.

Suddenly she was aware just how deeply his cock had penetrated her ass. The sensations were incredible; she'd experienced nothing like it before and it was way better than a finger there. His body was pinning her to the bed but she had no great sensation of weight being the cause; just that amazing feeling as his body molded with hers, his cock filling her.

He began to fuck her, pulling back a little and sliding his cock back in. Every few strokes he withdrew a little more. She gasped in pleasure as he pulled back; moaned in near delirium as he thrust back in. The excitement was so intense, the masturbation became redundant. She was already on the point of orgasm and lost nothing when she took her fingers away from her pussy. She reached both hands beyond her head and clutched a pillow, clawing and grasping at it as his cock seesawed within her.

She felt his hands on her wrists, gripping her, as if trying to prevent escape. Strangely, she found this excited her even more. The first ripple of orgasm began; body tingling, trembling with intensity. She pulled her arm towards her, knowing that doing so would bring his closer. She wanted to kiss him, to show her love for him while she came as he fucked her.

His grip remained firm although there was some movement and his hand came within reach of her mouth. Another tremor ran through her as her orgasm neared its peak with each thrust of his cock. Her lips found his hand and she saw the scar on his wrist. It didn't immediately register that this was his left hand. Only when her body began shaking in uncontrolled ecstasy did she realise the scar was on the opposite hand. This was not her daddy! This was Sean fucking her ass. Again. But she was powerless to stop him, held as she was and her orgasm had already taken over. It was too late. She was already cumming and too far gone to be able to stop it. Her hips jerked with each thrust as muscles tightened around his cock.

Eventually the intensity began to lessen and she tried to get free. The weight upon her was too much but his arm was still close. She tried to bite his hand but he was too quick and he moved it away. She was still pinned where he wanted her and now he knew that she knew. As she wriggled beneath him he gave another couple of thrusts before ejaculating inside her.

"You Bastard!" she cried. "You Bastard. Where's my daddy? What have you done with my daddy?"

*

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Double Dare



Caleb, Melissa and Darrell were bored. They had drank until most of them couldn't remember their own names and now the evening was getting on. Finally, Melissa with an impish grin suggested strip poker. She was hot with cropped black hair and large eyes, not to mention she had the body of an athlete. The men were quick to agree. Melissa watched as blond Caleb went to get the cards and black haired gray eyed Darrell set up the table ready to play. Melissa lost the first hand and removed her top without a hint of embarrassment. She had been with both of them over the years and so she wasn't very inhibited around either. 

Darrell lost the next few hands and was soon stripped down to his thin black boxers. Melissa lost the next hand and removed her jeans revealing a pair of skimpy red panties. A bulge was now visible in Darrell's jeans. This situation was echoed when Caleb had to remove his own jeans a moment later. Melissa lost her bra in the next hand and both guys couldn't quit staring at her large firm breasts. Caleb lost the next hand and with a slight blush stripped off his undergarments and sat there, his hand protecting his modesty. Melissa removed her panties a moment later revealing her shaven mound without hesitation and finally Darrell lost his shorts.

They all sat there pretending not to check each other out, but both guys were now hiding large erections as Melissa sat there with her legs slightly spread and a wicked grin on her pretty face. She eyed them with a smile. "Want to play truth or dare?"

Darrell sensed where this was going. "Okay," he said warily. "but who goes first."

"I do," Melissa said, grinning. "Caleb, truth or dare?"

Caleb didn't bat an eyelid. "Dare."

Melissa crowed. "Drop your hands."

Caleb blushed deeply, but dutifully removed his hands revealing his rigid penis. Melissa giggled like a school girl and then looked at Darrell. "Your turn."

"Melissa," he said. "Truth or dare?"

She shrugged. "Dare."

"I dare you to come over here and kiss me for two minutes."

Caleb kept the time as Melissa and Darrell entwined passionately, tongues and mouths meshing for the allotted time. They seemed reluctant to part at he announced time, but finally did. Caleb grinned at Melissa. "I dare you to come over here and stroke my dick for three minutes."

Melissa grimaced but then bounced over. She sat down in front of him and reached out. She expertly began rubbing his engorged manhood, the slippery skin moving easily in her grasp. When the three minutes were over Caleb was very close to coming and slightly red in the face. She turned to Darrell and didn't even bother asking the question. "I dare you to jerk off in front of us for four minutes."

Darrell groaned, but reluctantly got to his feet. Caleb knew that Darrell was feeling the same amount of arousal as himself, but was trying to hide it. Darrell began to slowly stroke himself, eliciting small moans as his hands moved slightly faster. He threw back his head and began working his dick furiously, his lips parted as he moaned in pleasure. Melissa was grinning and Caleb was so hypnotized he forgot all about the time. Melissa began playing with herself and this seemed to drive Darrell on to stoke faster and harder. Finally, his legs twitched as he began to breathe heavily. A moment later he began coming in shuddering spurts all over the carpet. Melissa arched her back a few seconds after and began writhing and groaning in a manner that told Caleb and Darrell that she was having an intense orgasm. 

It came to Darrell's dare and he took pity on Caleb. "I dare Melissa to give Caleb head until he comes," he said, his eyes twinkling.

Melissa came over eagerly and immediately lowered her head. She gently kissed the head and swirled her tongue around the underside, digging her nails into his butt. She slowly began to engulf him, bobbing her head up and down and humming on his penis. Her mouth was a slick tight hole and Caleb felt himself filling in record time. He looked over and saw Darrell was playing with his already rigid dick as he watched them. She began to move faster, licking the pre cum from his slit as her hands massaged the top of his shaft. Finally, Caleb shivered and erupted into her. Melissa swallowed every drop, grimacing slightly and then sat up.

"I dare you to screw both of us simultaneously," Caleb said next.

Melissa frowned. "How am I supposed to do that?"

"I'll take back," Darrell said and went off to get some lubrication.

Melissa came over to him smiling slightly and then parted her legs. Caleb rolled on a condom and then slid into her moist pussy, feeling her muscles automatically clench around him. She moaned softly as he squeezed her breasts, rubbing her rubbery nipples between his fingers. Darrell returned and began lubricating himself, then rubbing Melissa's tight little ass. "Ready?" he asked.

Melissa nodded and clenched her teeth. Darrell slid a condom on and eased himself into her as she hissed in pain. Caleb began kissing her rigid nipples and as she relaxed Darrell was able to ease himself in deeper until he was home. He began to pump slowly as Caleb rubbed her nipples and his thumb found her pulsing clit. She moaned slightly as the pain became pleasure and both Caleb and Darrell began to thrust. Caleb could feel the brush of Darrell's penis through the thin layer of skin and this aroused him even more. 

He felt Melissa's pussy clench him like a fist and soon he felt himself ready to come. He moaned this fact to the others and Melissa whimpered, trembled, writhed and cried out as she entered her own orgasm a second after. Caleb grunted as her contracting muscles milked his semen out in throbbing bursts. An instant later Darrell thrust hard and fast into Melissa and erupted with a loud cry of pleasure. When she had finished moaning and spurting he eased himself out and Melissa rose off Caleb.

She kissed them both and then went to shower. Soon, both men followed her. But, that's another story.



Double dare



If Henry hadn’t quarreled with Sara over her notion of power and domination in a relationship – which he thought half-baked – he’d never have gotten his goose so thoroughly, and surprisingly … and satisfyingly cooked.

The conversation over lunch that started it all …………….

“That’s not domination – that’s just manipulation.”

“No … manipulation is when you still have a choice – I’ll have your balls in my purse, dear, and all you’ll be able to do is follow me around, smiling.” Sara’s eyes focused across the table on Henry’s face as he pondered what she was saying.

“No whips, cuffs, anything like that?”

“I wouldn’t have any use for them. Why carry around toys when I could control you simply through lust.”

“Direction …”

“Control!” 

Henry squirmed a bit, feeling her eyes on him. Her face was strangely unfamiliar – firmer, more intent. They had been friends for fifteen years since high school, never intimate – just lifelong chums. He had been married for a time, and now had a brand new fiancée and a wedding scheduled. She was the chaste friend w/ only casual relationships to see her along the path. She was trying to prove something, and he only hoped – if he accepted her challenge – that he could play along convincingly enough that she might actually think she had nearly won the wager. He didn’t want to see her dispirited by her failure, but it was impossible for it to end otherwise. He was the solid, resolute one; she had the focus and direction of a butterfly. She’d probably tire of the game long before she failed, anyway.

And at that moment – with her staring directly into his eyes, his casual blink told her everything she would need to know. He had already lost. She was already inside his citadel.

“So – how long do you have to drive me to submission?” Henry’s bemused smile switched to embarrassed as he absent-mindedly flipped the sugar packet he was playing with over into the adjoining booth.

“I give you exactly a week. By breakfast time next Sunday, I’ll have you whipped.”

“And how will we know?”

After a pause, she replied, “Sometime later this week, you’ll suggest doing me a favor you might not have considered before. By Sunday’s breakfast, you will have come back and begged me to let you do it.”

“Geez, Sara. You’re nuts. What’s going on? I was going to play along, but this is too crazy. It’s never going to happen. I’m engaged. I’m going to marry Julia in two months. You need to get out more, hon. There’s a nice new guy at the office I’ll bet I could set you up with.”

“Is he gutless like you, Henry?” There was a smirk on her face; a smirk in her voice – hell, her whole body smirked as she asked the question.

Henry snorted derisively, then started to rise, “Ok – well, I won’t hold you to it. I’ll be home this evening – Julia’s going out of town on business tonight. Call me sometime and let me know if you’re going to insist.”

“Oh, mistress – may I pick up the check. What’s that – ‘no’? Please, oh, please, mistress, let me pay!! Oh, no! It’s just like you said – I’ve lost already!” he chuckled through the sarcastic soliloquy, then leaned over her and dropped a friendly kiss on her forehead, catching her narrowed eyes drilling into him. “Sorry, just teasing. You know I love you, kid. Gotta run - I’ll call you later.”

She toyed with the last of her omelet, tranquil satisfaction floating in her face. “He is so undone.”

Henry went from breakfast to a bookstore, around town on a few errands, then back home before dinner with Julia. Three messages on his voice mail – he punched through two solicitors, then heard a familiar voice. Familiar, but with a softer, throatier quality than he could ever recall:

“Hi, Henry. Sara. You know … I don’t think I’ve ever told you about my pussy. I was just laying on my couch, playing with it, and thinking how much you were going to enjoy playing with it in a week, so I decided to give you a call & introduce the two of you. You’ll like her – she’s got a little tuft of hair just above the slit, long and curly – good to tug on. Pull it up and my clit just pops out in the open. The rest of it, I keep waxed – a little painful, yes, but I have someone who comes in regularly just to bathe it in tender kisses.”

At that, Henry felt a tremor of surprise run through his system. He had never heard Sara talk like this, and then to hear her mention someone who just comes in to serve her ….. not even mentioning male or female, as though it were irrelevant. But, he continued listening.

“Perhaps that’s a duty you two could share – either together, or taking turns - if you prove yourself. I was just laying here, listening to that Santana CD you made for me …. ‘oh, Maria, Mari-aaaahhhhh …’ my hips started swaying to the music, and before I knew it, my clit had woken up and wanted a playmate. So, I’m stroking my labia, prying them open, feeling the air cool their moistness, flicking a finger over my clit. I just put two fingers in and pulled them out right before I called. They tasted heavenly … but they always do. I’ve been told I have the sweetest tasting pussy anyone’s ever had – tender, juicy, aromatic. Do you ever catch a trace of my perfume when we’re together? A little perk-you-up scent? Or all these years, have you totally missed that I’m a woman?”

Henry heard in the background a door chime, and almost rose on weakened legs to answer, then realized it came from the message.

“… Oh – my friend’s here. Not the one I mentioned a minute ago, but you’d like this one, too. Definitely. You’ll have to meet. Time for me and my very juicy pussy to go. You have a pleasant dinner with Jul.”

Henry’s mind resurfaced around the third request from the voice mail attendant for instructions. “Press 2 to save, or 3 to delete.” Through a fog-enshrouded tunnel, he watched his finger reach out for option 3, only to discover that it was heading straight for 2, and he was powerless to redirect it.

“I guess that means it’s a go … oh well, as long as she doesn’t end up feeling bad.” Henry thought to himself, though without the blustery confidence he had shown this morning. At any rate, it was time to get ready for Julia. He absent-mindedly poured himself a glass of Pinot Noir, then headed off for the shower.

Julia was her typical effervescent self, long brown hair flowing down and getting flipped back to punctuate her many stories. It was nice to lean back, and watch her, enjoying the flood of life passing through her. But, she had a late flight, so there was little time to luxuriate. They went from restaurant to airport, wandering the concourse for a bit before her flight was called. They kissed at the gate, Henry tracing fingers down her back, then pulling her close. “There’s more where that came from. But, you’ll have to come back to collect the rest.”

“Oh, I’ll be back alright.”

“I’ll be here. Call when you get in, so I’ll sleep.”

Three hours later, as he sat scrolling through endless listings for essential gadgets on eBay, the phone rang. Just a quick, slightly groggy conversation with Julia to show she’d arrived safely, then he returned the phone to the cradle. Within five minutes, as he was shutting down for the night, the phone rang again.

“Hi, Henry. Sara.”

“Hi, Sara – what’s up? Have you decided?”

“Oh, you know I have, Henry, or don’t you check your voice mail? I won’t keep you. Since you’re going to be close friends soon, my pussy wanted to say good night to you. Check your e-mail. ‘Nite.”

Surprised a bit by the brevity, he hung up, then kicked over to e-mail. Sure enough, something from Sara. He opened the message, then the attachment, and as he did, a vision filled his screen. A smooth mound, save for a tuft at the very top of the labia (“… nice for tugging on …” he recalled), with full, crinkly, and parted lips. This was not a vagina at rest. The labia were red from friction, and parted from passion. Something had passed this way recently. He clicked the attachment shut, then viewed the properties. The file was dated mid-afternoon that day. It could be a ruse, or it could be the result of Sara’s visitor that afternoon.

With this image the last before his eyes, Henry had a long, restless night.

When he finally slept, he slept hard, and when he awoke, he brushed aside the cobwebs, forgetting the unaccustomed behavior from Sara. Once in his office, and secure behind his desk, he pulled up his e-mail. Upon seeing Sara as the sender, Henry remembered, and just for a moment, hesitated. Clicking on the message, he saw, “Henry – I’ve got you for lunch and dinner as long as Julia’s out of town. Only fair – I can’t capture you if you’re hiding. Meet me at Rocco’s at 11:30. Ask for ‘Ms. Redbush’ – I’ll have a table toward the back.”

He couldn’t understand how he had known Sara so many years without even an inkling of this, but he still trusted that this was just a flare that would burn itself out. Besides, Julia was only out for two days – Sara couldn’t become a problem in two days. So, he checked out a few minutes early and headed off to Rocco’s. Might as well see this through to the end.

He got there a few minutes late, and asked for Ms. Redbush. The maitre d’ smiled knowingly and lead him toward the back, into a little booth curved for two. As he slid in next to Sara, he noticed the gaping neckline of her puffy white blouse and caught a hint of bra before he looked away. “You’re late” she said, “I don’t know if I want to sit with you now.”

“What is up with you? I’ve never seen you like this – I can’t say I like it. Are you jealous of Julia?”

Here eyes narrowed at him, “You ‘can’t say you like it’, but can you say that by this time next week you won’t want to fuck it? Oh, and no – I’m not jealous of Julia. Maybe I just decided you’ve been missing out on something all these years – now’s your last chance – you’re still fair game until your wedding. We’ll just see what happens this week. Enough idle chatter – let’s just enjoy our meal. I’ve ordered us both angel hair pasta w/ grilled shrimp in a garlic butter sauce. The chef does it special for me.” Following this, she fell silent.

After a time, sipping on the wine already at the table, Henry spoke up. “I got the mail you sent last night. When was that taken, if I may be so bold?”

“I don’t tell secrets to the un-initiated, Henry. If you want to know things, you’ll have to get involved.”

“Involved how?” Getting no reply from Sara, he turned to the salad that had just arrived.

“Why is it we’ve never talked about our lovers, Henry?”

“I never knew you had any, though I’m starting to rethink that ….”

“You should have more surprises in your life, Henry. All this time, I’ve been on a wonderful ride, and I was neglecting you. I’m going to fix that.”

“And how would that be?”

She laid a hot hand firmly on his arm, and did not speak until she had his full attention. When his eyes finally found hers, and were locked tight by them, she resumed. “When was the last time you left a lover’s home because you knew it was either that or be swallowed whole by her passion? Ever spent a day being eaten slowly by two women, who tasted everything you had to offer, and shared everything they tasted? Do you have any tender memories of a time when you were awakened with an orgasm that seemed to ride your body through the entire day, until you finally faded into the sunset?”

The waiter brought their main dishes and Sara, without looking away, or softening her voice, finished her sentence, held out her hand, then concluded with, “Thank you, Mario – I think we’ll take the second bottle as well, then that will be all.” Henry’s eyes widened as Mario bowed, placed the back of her hand against his cheek, not even kissing it, then departed.

Looking down, a dry-throated Henry asked, , “So … this is what you do?” This Sara was so foreign to him that he no longer knew how to look her in the eye and ask her direct questions. Receiving no answer, and seeing that she had already begun on the pasta, he knew he would get no answer until he could look her in the eye. He lifted his eyes and watched her for a moment before her unblinking gaze returned casually to him.

“I told you, Henry. I don’t share my secrets with people who won’t appreciate them. The most you know … or should know by now … is that you and my pussy will become very close friends, and that I think it would be good for you to meet at least a few of her other friends. Beyond that ….” She trailed off. “Mmmm – the shrimp is so tender. He knows exactly how I like it. Try one.” Without waiting for agreement or deferral, she slipped one onto her fork and placed it at his lips, which opened absent-mindedly, and received it.

Henry did not specifically remember leaving the restaurant and returning to the office. Actually, he simply knew they had occurred because before he knew it, he was back at the office, heading to a long afternoon meeting. Midway through the meeting, his grumbling stomach informed him that he had been unfocused, and had eaten too little of the meal. Not to worry (“not to worry ….?”), Sara had told him she was expecting him for dinner at 7, and to dress for it. She didn’t specify how well to dress, simply saying, “Impress me.”

When he arrived at her door at 6:58, bottles of Shiraz and Chardonnay cradled in his arms (he had no idea what they were eating), Sara greeted him, elegantly, in a long red gown, slit up to the hip, with spaghetti straps. “Come on in, Henry. I didn’t mention earlier, but there are other guests – I’m sure you’ll find them interesting. I like the suit, by the way – Julia has good taste. Better take one of us along next time you shop for ties, though.” He entered – walking out of habit across to the French doors separating her living area from her bedroom, and draping his overcoat across the chair just inside the doors. 

Having been introduced to the other four guests, Harry busied himself with polite conversation through drinks and dinner – watching the other guests banter with some familiarity, one with another, and with Sara somehow floating above it all – watching and smiling. The even mix of men and women kept the conversation swirling without interruption. At the end of the meal, with the last bit of wine finished, Sara said, “Alright – why don’t the four of you make yourselves comfortable in the other room. Henry will help me clear the dishes.”

So, Henry helped her clear the table of dishes. As he was beginning to load them from the kitchen counter to the dishwasher, Sara took his hand, saying, “That should do it for now. Why don’t you come with me and we’ll talk for a bit.” So, they left the dishes and returned to the living.

Henry was a little surprised to see they were alone in the living area, but noticed very quickly that Sara’s French doors were now closed. Sara pulled him out of his puzzlement, however, and immediately into conversation, updating him on a recent camping trip she (the Sara he knew) had taken. As she wound through her story, Henry became aware of activity within the bedroom. Shadows passed before the frosted glass, and he heard soft conversation punctuated with gentle laughter. Sara talked on, as Henry’s attention gradually shifted toward the bedroom. Bodies came together, silhouettes kissed, and shadow hands moved sensually in and around other shadows. Soft sighs and moans of pleasure slipped through the thin crack between the doors, and now and then a gasp. Shadows shifted, then began blending in earnest. One of the women – (was it Marguerite, the smoky-voiced redhead?) began panting in unmistakable passion as she and the figure above her formed a triangle of torsos and arms. The triangle rocked back and forth and undulated, legs rising up against the candle flames at the far side of the room. They were joined by a third side, large, and linear (was it Andrew with the graying moustache?). Sara continued her description of the hikes she had taken and Henry to his credit, seemed to nod at the appropriate times, but she knew all her words were slipping past – she would tell him again sometime when all pretense was gone she actually intended him to hear.

The triangle opened up and became a sturdy box, open to the top. There was no doubt that Andrew’s cock was slipping into Marguerites’s mouth, past her shining red lips. Only the thinnest shadow connected Andrew and Marguerite for a time; slowly the two sides converged, and then Henry watched as Andrews shadow cock plunged deep into Marguerite’s throat and out again. Martin’s pace remained steady, his runner’s legs no doubt serving him well for the solid, perfectly-paced fuck he was giving Marguerite. He could see from time to time, as she arched her back, the building passion on the bed. Strands of shadow reached out and caressed her breasts and sides in unison, seeming to join themselves, then separate, and the more they danced over her body, the harder Marguerite began thrashing under their attentions. Henry watched without blinking, then realized the fourth, a blonde named Sharon was nowhere to be seen. Trying to watch for her, but unable to shift his focus, Henry waited and she suddenly loomed in from the shadows, laying aside something (was it a camera?), and joining this multi-segment creature. Her head went straight for the joining of Marguerite and Andrew, directly to the point where his cockshadow entered Marguerite’s mouthshadow. Hands reached up now and stroked, the cock was pulled out for Sharon to swallow, then returned to Marguerite, then back again. A swirl of hands and lips ministered to the cock, while Martin continued to provide the base rhythm, now building more insistently, but no less constant. Henry could make out Marguerite’s thighs clasping, shifting, and re-clasping as Andrew’s cock plunged in and out of her, and could hear the satisfying slap of wet genitalia.

He was also vaguely aware that Sara’s voice had stopped – perhaps some time back. A quick glance over showed her watching his face dispassionately, but intently. She was no doubt entirely aware of – and entirely satisfied with – the sweat that was running into his eyebrows. His eyes left hers and telescoped him back into the activity in the bedroom. Sharon’s head bobbed on Andrew’s cock, and then drew back, returning it to Marguerite’s lips as Andrew’s hips began their trembling thrusts of orgasm. He surged into Marguerite’s mouth three, four, five times, then abated. Fingers danced along the shaft, but no more surges came, and when the cock withdrew, Henry was surprised to see Sharon bend down to share a deep, wet kiss that left no doubt as to the disposition of Andrew’s semen. The shadow of Andrew grew, then shrank back, as he appeared to take up Sharon’s position out of the light. He also picked up the object, which Henry had to assume was a camera. Martin continued his quickening pace, as Sharon’s figure began a slow path down toward the junction between Marguerite and Martin.

In his peripheral vision, Henry saw Sara loom up to his left. His pulse raced as she drew closer, and he was certain she was about to take his hand and lead him into the bedroom. She placed one hand on his shoulder, and bent down to give him a quick kiss on the cheek, saying softly, “I think my other guests need my attention. Would you mind letting yourself out?”

Her slitted dress flowed behind her as she glided toward the bedroom doors. As her hand fell upon the doorknob, he began, “Oh - my, umm …” Sara silently pointed toward his overcoat, carefully draped over the back of the loveseat near the door. With two fingers, she blew a kiss to him, and slipped through the briefly-parted doors.

Clearly, there had never been any consideration of inviting him in. He knew that to sit there and watch her become immersed in the shadows of passion dancing on the other side of the glass, would drive him mad with untappable desire, so he beat a hasty retreat. Once safely out the door and en route to his car, he thought back to the morning. He had been entirely wrong. Julia wouldn’t be back until tomorrow night, and Sara – this new, unknown Sara – was a major problem. Once home, and unwilling to waken Julia at this late hour, he found companionship in the remainder of the Pinot Noir, and drifted into another, more-troubled night’s sleep.




Double dare



He awoke the next morning without a clue as to how to proceed, but had a sound plan by the time he reached his office, panic and flight seemed his best tools. He made several attempts to phone Sara at the office, leaving a message each time. Finally, getting no response, he called her cell phone, which also rolled to voice mail. Unable to employ his chosen tactics, he resorted to waiting. Finally, around mid-morning, he got a call from Sara.

“Henry? Sara …”

“Hi, Sara – I’ve been trying to get a hold of you. We need to…”

.“I’m taking a day off today, and it looks like I’m going to be tied up until around 1. You're off the hook for lunch then, though I will claim a raincheck tomorrow. You can plan something special with Julia tomorrow night … perhaps. We've got you for drinks and dancing tonight, however. We'll pick you up at 7. No, make it 7:30 - that will give you time to scare up a more acceptable tie."

"Really, I think I ..."

"That's your assignment, Henry dear. We can clarify terms of capitulation later if that’s what you’re thinking, but not until after tonight. After all - It's all been planned, and I know that, if you surrender now, it won’t be complete."

Sara hung up as the sentence ended, leaving no room for discussion or debate. For the rest of the day, Henry stewed over all that had transpired in the last two days and gratefully noted he would be back under Julia's protective wing by tomorrow. Images of shadows fucking and sucking trickled through his mind all afternoon, always accompanied by Sara in the background wearing not her gown from last night, but her tapered and slit black evening dress, strapless with the webbed back. It wasn't until the image became a motif that he realized how smitten he was with that dress, which by actual count he had only seen on her once.

Mid afternoon, he came back to his desk to find voice mail - and Henry prayed it was Sara calling back to cancel.

"Henry? Guess who ... big change of plans. Our new partner has talked them into sending me to a big conference in Denver the rest of this week. He's quite a string-puller and it's hard to pass this one up. I'm flying straight there tonight. Sorry, love - I'll call before bed. Hey - maybe you can get together with Sara. You never see her these days. Oh, gotta go. I have to fax in my registration or all Andrew's string-pulling will be for naught. Bye love - kisses!! Miss me!"

“Oh, Julia – you don’t know how much.” Henry said half aloud to himself. While the thought of being in Sara’s hands for the remainder of the week was troublesome at best, he couldn’t ignore the erection that had sprung up when last they spoke, and continued to recur through the afternoon. 

At any rate, he made it home in time to dress and find a tie that should meet the approval of Sara, and was completely ready by the time the car pulled up and honked. He swept to the door, opened it, and leaned out across the lawn toward what turned out to be a sleek gray limousine. He was greeted on the sidewalk by two women he’d never seen before, but who behaved for all the world like member’s of Sara’s entourage.

Once inside the tinted chamber, Henry fell into a seat, immediately astonished by the scene in front of him. Sara, on the seat facing him, sipped languidly from a champagne flute while a young woman with flowing black hair sat on the floor in front of her, working slowly but diligently on her pussy. To her left, one of the women who greeted him – the brunette - resumed her position, legs spread, while another women scooted in front with a double-headed dildo. Obviously, they were picking up where they left off, because the dildo slid into her a full 8 inches without meeting any resistance. And on the other side reclined a man, pants removed, being serviced by a woman who looked like Sharon from the previous night.

“Henry – let me introduce you around. They all know who you are – it’s only fair you know them. The woman serving me is Liana – I’ve mentioned her, but not by name; Adrienne is beside me – she is wicked nasty – you two should become friends. You need some wickedness, and Kate – going to town on Adrienne with the dildo, is always ready to be instructed on stepping the nasty up a notch. Burton is Andrew’s right-hand man. He’s here tonight as reward for a special task he handled for Andrew recently. Sharon is his prize-designate, picked by me and personally approved by Andrew.

Suddenly, Henry’s brain was on fire. Andrew. Andrew. He looked at Sara and stated as much in barely-disguised panic, “Andrew.” After looking into his eyes for a moment, she replied, quite dispassionately, “Yes. Andrew. Is there anything I need to explain, Henry, or do you think you have it worked out?”

Listless now, he barely had the initiative to shake his head, then reconsidered and asked, “How long?”

“Andrew is a fairly new acquaintance, Henry. As I was beginning to hatch certain plans, I decided it might be useful to know him, and it already has turned out to be so. In addition to offering us transportation this evening, he also cleared your dance card for the rest of the week.”

He nodded quietly, then blurted out the obvious question, “Is Julia ….?”

“No, Henry. She knows nothing. Her only thoughts are to absorb all she can at this very expensive and exclusive conference, then – no doubt – come home and fuck her faithful fiancée.” 

A trickle of relief flowed through Henry. At this point, he was grateful for any at all. He blinked at Sara in reply, and continued thinking to himself, all the while being peripherally aware that Sharon had resumed her attentions to Burton’s cock, as had Kate in service to Adrienne. 

Sensing the conversation at an end, or at least a prolonged pause, Sara signaled for Liana to bury her face between her legs. The spectacle washed over his subconscious, since his conscious mind was tired and cramping from the sudden inflow of information. Henry watched three channels of erotica as Kate plunged the dildo in and out of Adrienne – clearly having an effect. With each lunge of the rubbery shaft, Adrienne’s back arched. As she drove the fake cock in and out, Kate leaned down and captured Adrienne’s clit in her teeth, seeming to pluck it over and over again, than lapping at the labia with a most deft tongue. At one point she drew back and grabbed the other head of the dildo in her mouth, taking in about half its exposed length, then clamping down with her teeth and driving her head back and forth, now wildly fucking Adrienne with her head. After several minutes of this, with Kate showing signs of fatigue, Adrienne reached down pulled Kate tightly into her so the full eighteen inches or so of the dildo was buried somewhere between Kate’s esophagus and Adrienne’s cervix. Kate thrashed for a bit, then lurched back, releasing the dildo and gasping for air, but that barely slowed her – even as she fought to fill her lungs, she continued stroking the now-saliva-covered dildo in and out. A glow of satisfaction washed over Adrienne’s face, followed by a knee lifting, spine buckling orgasm. Kate stopped the thrusting, and immediately returned her mouth to Adrienne’s clit and labia.

Immediately upon regaining control after the first waves of orgasm, Adrienne bend over and began sucking hungrily on Sara’s right nipple. Her hand landed on the back of Liana’s head whose black hair cascaded down her back and spilled onto Sara’s thighs. Not slowing at all in her tender, thorough attentions to Sara’s triangle. Fingers caressed the smooth waxed areas and tugged gently on the tuft of hair at the top of her labia, exposing her clit. Liana placed soft lips around the clit, causing Sara’s hips to rise and move in gentle circles. In no rush to come, after a moment, she moved Liana back. Downing the last of her champagne, she tugged both Liana and Adrienne up to her and bestowed a kind of benediction on them with a very passionate threeway kiss.

Meanwhile, Sharon was bathing Burton’s cock and balls with her own saliva – tracing a swirling path from the urethra oozing precum down to his scrotum, gently sucking each ball in turn into her mouth then letting them pop free through the ring of her lips. She caught sight of Sara tapping her wrist with her fingers, indicating time was about up, though she wore no watch at all, and sped her sucking. Within moments, Burton had been brought to orgasm by Sharon, who swallowed, then withdrew, gave Burton a kiss on the cheek, and proceeded to prepare herself, like the rest of the passengers, to disembark.

To say that Henry was stunned is an understatement; to say that he had been brought to the verge of orgasm without any kind of physical stimulus is inarguable. They arrived at the club in minutes after getting themselves back in order – it was a typical arrangement, a bar with a dance floor, with a live band playing a variety of older big band hits, swing tunes, and torch songs. Henry was bobbing on a sea of lust throughout the evening, after the tsunami had left him beneath the club’s front awning. He was quite the polite dance partner, though much less inclined than usual to offer a proper lead. More often than not, whoever he was dancing with, be it Sharon, Adrienne, Kate, or Liana, was forced to take the lead, directing him with strategically placed hands on his ass, to draw him forward, or an out-thrust pelvis to direct him backward. As a result, he was off-balance and distracted all evening, though he did catch the envious eyes of many of the other males there, otherwise contenting themselves with the more measured attentions of their individual partners. As for Sara, she sat at their large table, watched the dancing, and smiled quietly as she tightened the web around Henry.

Henry found himself alongside Sara, strolling back curbside to the limo when it was finally time to depart. As the others went on ahead for seats, Sara linked her arm with Henry’s, slowed their pace, and told him, in velvet tones, “Just so you know – the limo will drop Burton off first, then Sharon – she’s had a busy day being play pal for Andrew’s flunky, and she’s earned a rest. You’re next. After we drop you off, Adrienne, Kate, and mmm … Liana will come home with me. It’s time for my orgasms, now. Organizing a party can be such a tiring, but rewarding venture.”

Henry stopped and swung toward her, slipping from her arm. He couldn’t find words, so he asked the question with his eyes. She searched his face and probed deep into his eyes before replying. Bending his head forward and kissing both his eyelids, she said, “When you can ask me outloud, and know there’s no going back … then I will let you become a special friend to my pussy.” 

Sara then hooked her arm through his again, and started them once again moving toward the limo.

Henry had only two drinks the entire evening, but when he finally lay himself in his bed, all he could do was stare upward as the room spun and wobbled in the dim light seeping in through the windows. Empty lust flowed through his mind like the torrents racing through arroyos after a desert thunderstorm. He tired of trying to sleep at around six, and immediately went into the den to call Sara.

“mmm? Hello?”

“Sara – it’s Henry. I apologize for getting you up. Can we talk? I mean for breakfast? If not for breakfast, can we meet for lunch. I’ve got meetings today, but I’ll juggle whatever I need.”

“So this is it?”

“… yes …”

“No doubts?”

“No”

“What about Julia?”

“I don’t know.”

“Do you love her?”

“Yes”

“We’ll talk … after. Meet me at my apartment at 11:30. Plan on a long lunch. We’ll eat after – on me.”

After hanging up, Henry realized the significance of Sara’s last statement. This was a straight-up acquisition. It was to be assumed that the acquiring party would provide hospitality. Now with a certain calm that offset the jitteriness of what was at best three hours of sleep, Henry went about his business through the morning, bumping a one o’clock project meeting until tomorrow.

He coasted through the morning, staying up with tasks, though with an unmistakable detachment. Eleven came, and he followed gravity downstairs to his car, then tacked across town as the earth spun him toward his destination.

He knocked at her front door, then walked through when he heard her summoning him from within. She was in her living room, reclined on her couch, one leg up and protruding through the part in her robe. In her hand was a glass of wine. 

“Sit down and have a glass” she gestured at the wine, “Adrienne will be with us in a moment. She’s freshening up.” Henry wondered to himself what kind of working arrangement she had that allowed her to show up at the office with alcohol on her breath, then decided he already knew. He had no such arrangement, but he poured himself a glass anyway. With only a slight hesitation, he looked at the amount he had poured, doubled it, then drank half down without pause.

As he sat with the remainder of the glass, Sara said, “Well … you might as well strip down. Adrienne will be right out.” Without discussion, Henry proceeded to remove his clothes and neatly, almost ritualistically, stack them up on the coffee table. When he sat again, he realized that his cock was already ¾ hard.

Sara glanced at it and allowed a slight smile – Henry assumed amusement – before speaking again. 

Adrianne came in wearing nothing, her breasts jiggling gently as she walked. She glided across the room and came to rest across Henry’s lap. She looped an arm around his neck and without a word of greeting, began sucking on his earlobe and running her fingers through the hair on his chest. Presently, having established, she spoke, “Are you ready to show Sara’s pussy how much you love it? Twitch your cock for yes. If the answer is no, put your clothes back on and leave.” Henry obediently twitched his cock, and felt it press tightly against her thigh. Rising, she took his hand and bid him stand, then led him over to Sara, who set down her wine and slipped the robe from her shoulders.

Henry’s breathing quickened as they approached Sara, and when Adrienne tugged on his arm to pull him to his knees, he could hear his pulse rushing in his ears. He began to creep forward on his knees, never losing sight of Sara’s puffy, crinkly labia. “No….” Adrienne said scoldingly, pressing him back with her hand. “How does Sara know you’re serious? How do YOU know you’re serious, and not just some pathetic horny fuck who’ll step up to any pussy that you see?” She reached over and ran soft fingers down the length of his cock. “Ask her – it’s now or never, all or nothing.”

Henry looked up and glanced from Sara to Adrienne and back to Sara. After a brief pause to gather himself, he announced, "Sara, I would very much appreciate the opportunity to taste your pussy and give you pleasure as you desire. I have thought of nothing else this past week. I know this will forever change our friendship and I accept that. I also accept the fact that my relationship with Julia will be affected and trust in your judgment."

As Henry spoke, Julia studied his face. "Very impressive, Henry, though I expected that, if you came over, it wouldn't be with simpering and whining. But now ... "

Henry felt Adrienne move alongside him and saw Sara slip lower on the couch and spread her legs wider. Adrienne caught his eye as she leaned forward and signaled that he was to join her.

She immediately went for Sara's tuft, tugging it with her teeth, then began lapping hard at Sara's already exposed clit. Henry dove into the remaining space and placed his tongue right at the entrance to her pussy, tasting the first fresh flow of her nectar. It was rich and nuanced, without being pungent. He lapped thirstily at her passage while at the same time parting her labia further, drawing their hidden aroma into his nostrils. His free hand reached up to stroke her smooth triangle and found Adrienne's hand already there; fingers intertwined with fingers and toyed with one another as they caressed Sara. Suddenly, he felt himself cheek to cheek with Adrienne, and their own juices mingled as their tongues took turns plunging into Sara's dripping pussy and bathing her labia. With both of them working fervently in the groves of her pleasure, Sara was soon writhing and moaning appreciatively, her hands resting encouragingly on each of their heads. Their mouths moved up and began writhing atop her clit, flicking and caressing simultaneously and interchangeably, lips meeting in the middle and sucking at her clit, then parting to suck and tug at her engorged labia. Henry’s hand moved up to slip into Sara’s pussy and found surprising tightness as he slipped to fingers smoothly through her wetness. He was quickly joined by Adrienne, who pulled his hand out, clasped his hand in hers so their index and middle fingers were all pointing forward, then slid their single hand back into her. Four fingers now plunged in and out while their thumbs stroked the small expanse between their fingers at her pussy and their tongues at her clit.

To Henry’s surprise, Adrienne drew back from Sara’s clit and her hand released his while still in Sara’s pussy. He paused for a moment, wondering if they were somehow done, when he felt Adrienne’s pussy-dampened hand slide down his chest, along his stomach, and down to grasp his cock. As she stroked slowly, her hair brushed against him and he knew she was headed down to suck his cock. While it was no surprise at that point, he still jumped a bit when her tender lips enveloped his glans, her tongue swirling about the head and flicking expertly at the ridge. Already he could feel his balls tighten in anticipation. Left alone to minister to Sara, he resumed with new passion, grabbing her clit gently with his teeth and tugging until it popped free, causing Sara to shudder each time it happened. With one arm bracing him, he moved the other up to grasp and roll Sara’s nipples between his fingers, first one, then the other. Adrienne tugged at his scrotum, pulling herself down to envelope his seven inches. As she alternated between swallowing his shaft and nibbling on the head, she slipped a still-damp finger past his sphincter and began moving her hand in gentle circles, his scrotum cupped in her hand, rolling the warm orbs around and around while stimulating his sphincter.

Henry labored to avoid flexing his hips, trusting Adrienne to provide him pleasure as he focused on pleasuring Sara. He now used both his thumbs to stroke her labia while sucking on her clit, the hair of her tuft tickling his nose and causing sudden movements that made Sara lurch in reply. As Sara pressed his face unto her upturning pussy, he began lashing about with his tongue, side to side, up and down, lapping and probing, teeth grazing labia and clit, tongue plunging into her opening –trying to push as many buttons as possible, then suddenly, he felt her back arch and her vagina pivot away as her thighs closed about his head. She pumped against his trapped head, rubbing her clit against his nose, labia against his lips as she humped softly, shuddering now and then in new release. He kissed gently as he waited for her to come down from the plateau. Meanwhile, he allowed himself to relax and give way to Adrienne, who was now driving the full length of his shaft – soft lips on the down stroke, tongue caressing the full length, then gently scraping teeth on the upstroke, all the way to the top, and catching on the ridge of his glans before plunging down again. Now and then she stopped to kiss along his shaft and work her way further under him and gently slip a testicle into her mouth, but she always returned to the long strokes, lips and teeth. This went on for several minutes, with the gentle pressure of her fingertip just inside, when she stopped her movement, and slid her mouth fully over him. She then repositioned her hand slightly and then, without warning, drove the finger another knuckle’s length into his ass. As the knuckle slipped past the tight ring of his sphincter, and the tip of her finger flicked against his prostate, he came. He could feel the semen spurting from his cock, washing back across the head, Adrienne’s tongue gently milking his flow along the shaft as she swallowed. Just as he felt Sara’s thighs beginning to part, he himself collapsed face-first atop her pussy.




Double dare



As Adrienne disengaged and moved up to wrap herself around Henry’s torso and Sara’s leg, Henry felt bad that she had been neglected. Adrienne knew what was behind his eyes, though, and shook his concern off, saying, “Don’t worry – it’s not the getting but the giving. Next time, the tables may well be reversed.”

After a moment’s rest, Sara laid gentle hands on both their shoulders and say, “Come – time to freshen up, and then lunch.” They followed her into the bathroom where they took up washcloths, cleaning one another in turn. When they were all sufficiently fresh, Sara reached into a drawer and pulled out an unopened bottle of cologne – something unfamiliar to Henry, Creed Tabarome. She handed it to Henry, saying, “I spent some time figuring out what was most appropriate. This is what I chose for you. From now on, I want you to wear this – it’s my mark on you. In time, there may be others, but not until you’re ready. If Julia can’t stand it, come talk to me and we’ll negotiate.”

At the mention of Julia, Henry’s stomach flipped. What was to happen now? Did he really trust Sara? Did he really love Julia after having given in to Sara? A thousand questions flooded his mind, and Sara, seeing the worry within his translucent face, took him by the arm and simply said, “Let’s eat.”

Lunch was waiting for them on the patio – and gave every indication of having been prepared as they fucked by yet another, silent, participant in the assignation. Succulent, smoked ham and turkey sandwiches with a full run of condiments and sides, accompanied by an entirely captivating and ethereal wild mushroom bisque. Once they had begun to eat, Sara spoke again.

“Just so you understand, Henry, I want Julia, too. You’re the prize I was looking for here, but Julia is a wonderful bonus. The deal was never perfect until you committed to her – all those stupid, silly women you dated before her …. tsk, tsk! A few times, I was on the verge of giving up on you, Henry. It was only our long years of friendship that led me to give you benefit of the doubt. Julia’s a full woman, and I wouldn’t dream of either of us losing her.”

“I don’t know how Julia would feel about …” Henry began, only to be interrupted.

“Not until she’s ready, Henry. She will be, but we have to bring her along gently.”

Henry nodded, and that ended the conversation. The rest of the meal passed in satisfied silence, the chirping and fluttering of Sara’s finches providing filler for the quiet as they chased one another around the cage, and scattered for cover at the near approach of other birds.

As though in a dream, he rose, kissed Sara and Adrienne, then drifted back across town to his office, where he foundered until quitting time. The evening passed, with a call from Julia to let him know when to pick her up the next morning at the airport, and that she missed his laugh and his touch, and that he’d better be ready for a weekend of fucking, having been apart and chaste all week. And, maybe they could get together with Sara for brunch on Sunday. It had occurred to her while out of town that she needed to take more time to get to know Sara better. She just knew they’d be close, close friends – just like Sara and Henry were.

He knew she had no idea how close, but began to believe that Sara was right, and Julia was more right than she suspected.

That night, for the first time since his breakfast conversation with Sara, he slept. All those nights of tension and sexual tension caught up with him and he felt as though he dreamed a day’s worth in six hours. So many scenarios, all revolving around a central theme. He picks Julia up at the airport and they cuddle back to the car, on the way through town they find themselves suddenly in a garden – no idea what happened to the car – and they are kissing and Julia is mounting him standing up, his cock sliding effortlessly into her. As she bounces up and down, Sara is suddenly there, caressing Julia’s ass and reaching down to feel his cock plunge into her, squeezing and flexing her ass. She pulls a dildo from her own pussy and begins working it into Julia’s ass. Julia’s eyes fly wide open and she makes barking, grunting sounds at the unexpected pleasure of the onslaught. As she humps harder against him, he realizes that they both a tiny tattoo next to their left nipples – a small “S” topped by an orchid, representing Sara, no doubt. This dream dissolves and he is at his office, heading into a teleconference in the Board Room when he hears over the intercom, Julia’s voice saying “oh, yes ….. please, Sara” He begins searching room to room to find them, only to discover them in the Board Room. Julia is spread out on the table, speaker phone by her head, and her boss, Andrew is standing before her naked, Sara’s hand on his cock, feeding the nine inches slowing into her pussy, then pausing to grind her fingers against Julia’s clit, then returning again to inch more cock in. From the speaker phone, come more women’s voices – one vaguely familiar shrieking, “Donna, Donna – fuck me, oh fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck” and the sound of bodies slapping hard against each other. His own secretary, Anita walks in, hands him a cup of coffee and a fax with an enigmatic picture of a couple fucking atop a bicycle, and walks out very matter-of-factly. After puzzling over the fax, he sets it down and realizes he is now fucking a petite, clean- shaven blonde on the table and Julia is standing behind him, now flicking his nipples with her fingers and breathing hotly in his ear. Suddenly, at the moment of coming, the blonde wraps her legs around his ass and without pushing or propping lifts her torso effortlessly from the table, nuzzling his neck on the opposite side of Julia. Without warning, he feels mouths open and both Julia and the blonde plunge teeth into his flesh – not large bites of flesh – more of the smooth piercing of needles. Orgasm shakes his entire body, and he can feel the semen rushing outward from his testicles –not through his cock, but up his torso and out through the piercings into Julia and the blonde’s mouths. They drink until they are satisfied, then kiss the wounds closed again.

Henry woke with a start at this point, and lay in stunned silence, unable or unwilling to move his body as he drifted in and out of consciousness, the image returning to his mind again and again until he took the exhausted plunge back to dream sleep again.

His last conscious thought before sleep returned? What a long, strange trip this was going to be.



Double Dare



I greet Her at the door on my hands and knees, my skin bare, my collar around my neck. Master had already contacted Her to tell Her what a bad slave I had been. I knew I was in deep trouble. Mistress was set to punish me, and then Master again, once He got home. She lays Her purse down on the table next to the door and takes off Her coat. I do not speak. I know better than to speak out of turn. A good slave minds her tongue, and I've been bad enough for one day. I stayed there, on my hands and knees, perfectly still, while She helped herself to water from the kitchen, and then to the bathroom. It was my house, but She was my Mistress, and that was more important. After what seemed like ages, She came to stand before me.

"You've been a bad girl today." She says, Her tone stern. I give an involuntary shudder and I nod.

"Yes Mistress."

"Our Master informs me that you orgasmed without permission, and that you did not ask either of us if you could read naughty stories online. Is this true?" She grabs my hair, yanking and I cry out slightly. She's right on the mark, of course. Turning myself on is my biggest pleasure, and it is what displeases my Master and my Mistress the most.

"Yes Mistress, its true." I tell her, shaking on my hands and knees. 

"I want you to crawl up to the bedroom on your hands and knees." She says now. "Blindfold yourself and wait for me there. Do not touch yourself."

"Yes Mistress." I say, turning to crawl up the stairs as She told me to. I hurry as fast as I can to the bedroom, tie the blindfold around my eyes and get onto the bed, twitching with anticipation. I sit there for ages, feeling very horny, waiting for my Mistress. She came, at last, the smell of Her perfume overtaking my senses as She closed the bedroom door. 

"Undress me, slave." She says, and I rush to stand, using feel and smell to find Her, and I undress Her, ending on my knees before Her. My Mistress stood nude before me, and I give a shiver. "Pleasure me with your tongue." She says, Her tone commanding. I nod eagerly and lean forward, pushing my tongue between Her beautiful legs. She is already wet, which excites me. I have only pleasured Her twice before this, but I'm a quick learner, and She knows it. I was the girl who sat and watched porn movies for two hours, and at the end, could suck my Master's cock better than he'd ever had. It was something He was proud to tell others, and had told me so Himself numerous times. As I slid my tongue across Mistress' slit, I became aware of the fire burning between my legs. She pushes me away and sits down on the bed, grabbing my hair to pull me in again. My face falls between Her legs again, and I plunge my tongue deep inside Her smoothly shaved pussy. The skin was wet against my lips, and I shuddered convulsively, shoving my face closer to taste her juices. "Make me cum, pet." She orders, and I give a tiny nod in compliance.

I work my tongue inn and out, and then across Her clit. Mistress' body quakes and She moans with delight, pinching Her own nipples with one hand and pulling my hair with the other. I suck on Her clit, I tease it with my tongue, and I work in and out of her Her pussy with intensity. Finally, She orgasms and Her sweet cum fills my mouth. I swallow it eagerly, and continue licking until Her shuddering stops, and all the juice is gone. 

"Stop." She commands me, and I back off at once, my head down. "Assume the position in the middle of the bed." I know what to do. As She rummages in the drawer for something, I crawl onto the bed, lie on my back and pull my knees up to my chest. Using my arms to hold them in place, I spread my legs as far as they will go and lay there shivering. She returns to the bed carrying a riding crop, a strap on, and a remote-control that goes to the vibrating panties she has in her hands. She puts the panties on me after laying everything else down. "You are not going to move, pet." She tells me, Her voice sure. "I am going to sit in the corner and read the comic section of the paper, and you are going to stay in your position. Understand?" 

"Yes Mistress." I reply.

"Oh my, we can't have that." She says now, reaching into the drawer for something else. With little difficulty, she inserts the penis gag in my mouth and buckles it securely at the back of my head. "That's better, isn't it pet?" Unable to respond, I nod. Satisfied, She picks up the comics that are strewn on the bedroom floor, takes the remote control in the other hand, and settles Herself in the comfortable armchair in the corner of the bedroom. I lay there, shaking, feeling my legs growing weary with the position, and wondering how long Mistress would keep me this way. Suddenly, a high vibration kicked in between my legs and my body nearly vaulted off the bed. Quakes passed through me one by one, forcing me closer and closer to an orgasm. As I was nearing the edge, the vibration stopped. I look my Mistress. She smiles, with mischief in her eyes, and goes back to her comics. I breathe heavily through my nose, wanting to cry out, but the sounds are muffled by the gag. I suck on the rubber penis in my mouth with increased intensity, wishing it was Master's cock or Mistress' pussy instead. 

The vibrating panties turn off and on with varying separations between times. I am soon gasping for breath, feeling tortured and harassed. My Mistress, tiring of my spasms, turns it on and then laid down the remote ignoring me. I convulse, on the verge of an orgasm, but not daring to cum. I do my best to hold it back, but the vibration becomes too much. My back arches and my juices spill, soaking the vibrator and the bed sheets. Mistress gets up at once, putting the comics down and unbuckling the gag before grabbing my hair and yanking me to my knees on the bed. 

"Did you ask permission to orgasm, my pet?" She asks. Still shaking from the vibration, I work moisture into my mouth.

"No Mistress. I'm sorry. Please forgive me." I lower my forehead to the bed before her.

"Don't move." She tells me, reaching for the riding crop. With the vibrator working me into another climax, the first blow hits me hard and I cry out. Again and again She struck me, taking time between each blow to savor the sound of my labored breath. I counted thirteen strikes before I couldn't take it anymore.

"Mistress, may I please cum?" I beg, me heart racing.

"No, pet." She replies, and continues to beat me with the riding crop. I hold back my orgasm this time, straining with everything I have to do so. The strikes go on to twenty until She finally subsides. The vibration against my clit has me so horny I think I could orgasm several times, but I keep my muscles tight to prevent it. "Would you like to orgasm, pet?" She asks me.

"Yes Mistress." I reply, eager to be free of my prison. She pushes me roughly onto my back and removes the panties. 

"I want to taste you." She explains to me. I nod eagerly.

"Your slave will do what You choose, Mistress."

"Yes, you will." She says, pressing Her fingers against my clit. I gasp, my heart rate increasing again. She begins moving Her fingers with the intensity of the vibrating panties. I gasp repeatedly, and Mistress leans in to kiss me, our tongue's intertwining in passion. I can feel myself nearing the edge of my orgasm again.

"Mistress may I cum for you now?" I beg.

"Yes pet, cum for me." And I do. As Her fingers toy my clit rapidly and roughly, my back arches again and my juices spill out over her hand. She continues playing with my clit. "Cum again, pet. Please your Mistress."

"Yes Mistress." I reply, feeling my body nearing my third orgasm. My clit is my most sensitive spot. I convulse, and then orgasm, spilling more on Her hand, and the bed sheets. She moves Her hand to my lips and puts Her finger in my mouth.

"Taste yourself. Do you taste good, pet?" I suck my juices from Her fingers and then reply.

"Yes Mistress." I say.

"Would you like me to taste you?" 

"It would honor me Mistress." I say now. And She moves down between my legs and I feel Her tongue plunge into my pussy. I cry out again, turned on instantly by the power of Her tongue. She licks up my juices and sucks on my clit and my body begins to shake again. She takes a break from her licking.

"Do not cum pet. You don't have permission."

"Yes Mistress." I cry, wanting to spill my juices for Her again, but resisting. She penetrates me with Her tongue over and over, and then stops. I look to see why, and see Her strapping on the dildo. She crawls back onto the bed, licking my lips and then forcing Her tongue into my mouth for another kiss.

"Do you want me to fuck you slave? Do you want to feel the dildo inside you?"

"Yes Mistress!" I sigh, feeling horny and on the verge of begging to cum again.

"You may cum again," She tells me "but only when I say to."

"Yes Mistress." I repeat. She rubs the dildo up and down my slit, soaking it with my cum and I shiver again. Having a cock, whether real or fake, rubbed against my pussy is such a turn-on for me. Then, once it is wet and ready, She pushes it into my box and I cry out in surprise. She leans forward, moving Her hips to bring the dildo in and out, and kisses me passionately. I shiver, feeling turned on by the movement, and Her kisses. She reaches down and pinches my nipples, pulling until they grow hard beneath Her fingers. I feel the intensity of my breath increase. Mistress continues fucking me hard with the dildo until I almost can't take anymore. Finally, she asks me;

"Do you want to cum now pet? Do you want to please your Mistress?"

"Yes, that would please the slave very much." I say between breaths. 

"Then do it." She commands. "Cum for your Mistress." She leans forward so that the dildo rubs my clit while she's fucking me and that brings me into an immediate orgasm. I shudder and gasp, my heart pounding, my cum spilling over the dildo. I shiver as she continues her motions, and then she finally stops. "Very good pet. I am satisfied that you have been sufficiently punished. Now, get on your hands and knees. Master will be home soon." I do as she commands immediately, my pussy still dripping, my heart anxious. I had been so caught up with Mistress that I had forgotten my double punishment. But I have no time to become nervous; no sooner has Mistress removed the dildo that Master enters the bedroom. Mistress drops to her knees instantly, and I stay where I'm at.

"I see I'm just in time." Master says with a smile. I give an involuntary shiver. "What's this?" He asks, plunging two fingers into my pussy and startling me so bad I cry out again. "Still wet. Ah well, I'll just have to add to the mess." He speaks to Mistress. "Get me the flogger." She complies, handing Master the flogger instantly, and He moves to my right hand side. I continue to shake, still feeling the burn of the riding crop. 

His blows come faster than Mistress' had, but He deals me more. I know He is aware this is my second punishment, but I displeased both of Them today. I lose count as He hits me, but he stops eventually, when I am close to weeping and begging forgiveness. I shake, and I can feel my pussy juices running down my legs to the bed. I am horny again, and I want Master to fuck me so hard I can't see strait, but I don't tell Him so. To do so would be considering speaking out of place, which could very well earn me more strikes with the flogger or the crop. I remain where I am until Master says,

"Get off the bed slave, and down on your knees. I want to fuck your mouth." I move before He is done speaking. I am eager to please Him, to make up for the wrong I've done. I get to my knees before him and take off his pants. His cock is enlarged with His hard-on and I feel a fire between my legs. Licking the dot of pre-cum from the tip, I take His entire rod into my mouth and begin to suck. As I do this, He grabs my hair with one hand to hold me still and then moves His hips in and out. His dick moves over my tongue as I suck it. I can taste the salt of His cum on my tongue, and feel the hardness of His handsome dick. It goes on this way for a while, until He yanks himself out violently, moaning with pleasure. I gasp and pant, half of me wishing I could have made Him cum, the other half happy I didn't. I have never been able to swallow without gagging, so He usually leaves swallowing to Mistress; his other slave. "Krista," He says to Mistress. "Get on the bed, lay on your back. I want her to make you cum in front of me."

"Yes Master." Replies Mistress, climbing on the bed, Her feet facing the headboard. 

"Now kitten," He says to me now "Crawl up and straddle her face. Krista, you know what to do."

"Yes Master." Mistress and I reply together. I straddle Her and begin eating Her pussy again. She shudders beneath me, and then sticks out Her tongue to tease my clit again. I convulse. I can feel my juices dripping, and know She is eating them. I have my head up near the pillows, so I don't expect what happens next. Master pushes His hard cock into my ass while I am fucking Mistress with my tongue. I cry out in surprise and pleasure as He moves slowly out, and then goes back in hard. He continues fucking my ass as I bring Mistress into another orgasm. Then, He moves down to my pussy and begins rubbing His cock against my clit and Mistress' tongue at once. We both moan, enticed by His dick, and Mistress licks His cock and my clit. 

"Master may I cum?" I beg.

"No Kitten. You may only cum with me." 

"Yes Master." I moan, feeling myself shiver again as He puts His hard rod into my pussy. He fucks me hard and I feel the climax building. Mistress continues to lick my clit, and I keep sucking on Hers. She is convulsing beneath me, and I know She is ready to orgasm again. I work my tongue harder, driven on by the feeling of the pleasure given by Those that own me. Mistress orgasms the same time that Master does, and I feel my body quake. My juices spill out of my pussy and into Mistress' mouth, and soak Master's cock. He moans and shivers behind me, and then runs His fingernails down my back. I shiver again, my muscles tight around His rod. When he have finished, Master kisses Mistress and myself.

"Now Kitten," He says to me. "Lie on your back." He pulls out fifty feet of nylon rope and a blindfold and I smile. It's going to be a very long night.



Double Dare



Chris Stevens felt his face redden as Lindsay Briar's tongue lashed him. Her face was already an angry crimson as she passionately denigrated Chris and his department.

One of the Management Team rules was that its members should not interrupt each other, so he was forced to sit and listen. The rule could be infuriating, but not as infuriating as Lindsay.

Halfway through, Chris stopped hearing her. He gazed at his fingernails and bit his tongue—literally. His embarrassment started to subside when he scanned the other faces around the room and recognized in his colleagues' expressions. He saw that they felt she'd overstated her argument and damaged her case. They had all been there before with Lindsay, and mostly viewed her as the enemy.

The tragedy in her being the most annoying person on the planet was that it was easy to overlook how attractive she was. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was straight and well-groomed, flowing around her face and highlighting her startling blue eyes. She had a nice figure that she hid well under charcoal business suits and her nose and mouth wouldn't be out of place on a catwalk. When she opened that mouth, though, all illusions of Lindsay as an object of desire were smothered.

Her voice was shrill and cutting when she got animated and today she was on a par with any Disney character. What started as a point about how the month-end numbers were late again had turned into another all-out attack. Fortunately, Chris could not have cared less anymore.

At the end of her poisonous assault she looked at him for a response.

Chris shrugged to everyone in the room. "She's got a point." At the same time he was thinking, She may also have a dick though. "I'll look into the issue. See if there's anything we can do."

Lindsay appeared slowed—probably because she had spent ten minutes building an argument against him and he conceded immediately. "You... you mean you don't already know what went wrong?"

"No." Chris smiled innocently. I do, but you can go screw for now. 

"But it's your team!" She exploded again. "Have you got no control over what happens?"

He idly rubbed the corner of his eye with a finger. He knew the relaxed gesture would wind her up further. "It's only the fourth of the month. I'll have an answer and an action plan for you in a few days."

His lack of fight finally silenced her and the Chairperson moved them on to the next agenda item.

Chris smiled smugly and sipped at his glass of water. For once he enjoyed the mad-as-hell gaze he knew Lindsay Briar was directing at him.

*****

An hour later, he arrived back in his office. He was reconnecting his laptop when Lindsay barged in behind him. He didn't look up, but heard the door shut behind her, loud enough to make him wonder if the plaque showing his name and title, IT Manager, had fallen off.

"I guess that's violated my open door policy." He looked up and smiled.

Lindsay's look might have wilted a cactus. "Can we talk?" Her tone indicated a statement, rather than the question.

No. "Sure." He tapped his password on the keyboard. "Can I get you a coffee?"

"Your team is making me look bad."

Chris almost laughed. I thought you're doing a great job of that without their help. "I know you have issues Lindsay, but we're getting to them. Things are improving. No coffee, then?"

Her eyes bulged with anger. He watched her ponder her next attack and wondered about the unlucky bastard who was married to her. Unconfirmed rumors were that she was recently separated though—so that poor bastard may have caught a break.

Lindsay was twenty-eight and the company's Administration Manager. In the five months she had been there her department's efficiency had increased by twenty percent and she had made zero percent friends. Chris knew one of her Team Leads well and had heard the expression, "She needs a good fucking to loosen her up" several times. It was unusual that a good-looking blonde didn't have a line of volunteers for the job, but in her case it was no surprise.

She finally sat down on his guest chair, took a deep breath and tapped the folder she was holding. "Look, whether you like it or not, you've screwed up the month-end numbers for eight of the last ten months."

"That's an exaggeration."

"No it's not. You just have your head too far up your ass to see what's going on."

"No way it's more than three times." Chris's tone hardened as he fumbled through his memory for confirmation. "Maybe four, no more—bet you anything you like."

Lindsay shook her head slowly. "Come out of denial. Eight times."

He could only remember two instances prior to the current problems when there were issues. He figured there might be another couple he'd forgotten so was sure he was on solid ground. "No way you can prove more than five times," he dismissed. "Show me more than five and I'll run naked around the third floor."

She gave him a measured look of sympathy and then handed him the folder. "It's your funeral... or your naked butt at least."

The front sheet detailed month-end issues going back a year. Problems with his own department were highlighted in red. His heart started to sink when he counted four and by the time he got to six he realized he was in a hole that required no more digging. The final number was eight. Chris quietly replaced the paper and closed the folder. He could feel that his face had paled.

"Can we agree we have an issue here that requires your immediate, and full, attention?" She took the folder back.

Chris nodded—his throat now dry.

"Good." Lindsay stood up and opened his office door. "Let's talk about your action plan tomorrow." She stepped out into the corridor.

His sigh of relief was half-way across his lips when she hustled back. "Oh, I almost forgot," she smiled with a vicious mock sweetness, "I do intend to collect on that bet."

*****

The cruelest thing was the waiting. The bet hung over Chris for almost two weeks—unmentioned by either of them and plaguing his psyche. It was a slow torture that was reawakened each time he saw her and she said nothing on the subject. He knew the real pain was yet to come but the waiting was beginning to tear him apart to the point he considered mentioning it to her.

Lindsay's email arrived on a Thursday. It had no subject and the only text in the message was, "Saturday, 7:30 a.m."

Chris stared at the email for several minutes and enjoyed the tainted relief. At least she hadn't been sadistic enough to insist he paid his debt during working hours. In six months this was the first sympathetic gesture he had seen from her. He replied using the same text, "Saturday, 7:30 a.m."

He didn't sleep much that Friday night. His mind turned over and over, wondering how the whole episode might play out and trying to figure out how he could minimize his embarrassment. He planned a route around the third floor that would afford most cover and even practiced slipping in and out of his pants for minimum exposure.

He lived alone, so there was no one around to question why he was trimming his pubic hair before bed. Chris figured that if he was going to be exposed he'd better look as good as he could. His nervous discomfort continued when he got into bed but all of his misgivings were tinged with a slight sexual edge. At first he was simply holding his erection, but before long he was masturbating.

The following morning Lindsay's car was already in the lot when he arrived. Thankfully, Chris's car brought the total number of vehicles there to two. He jumped out and almost ran to the office door. He was keen to get this over before anyone else arrived.

Lindsay was dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt and standing with her arms folded when he arrived on the floor. "Good morning," she welcomed him with a dry look.

"Hi." He smiled uncertainly. For all his thoughts and planning, he had no clue what to say or do next. A late-breaking idea was to ask her for leniency. He dismissed the idea, but wasn't sure whether he was being brave or because he was enjoying the excitement.

As usual, Lindsay was all business. "There's no one else here yet, but I know some of my team, at least, are working this morning. I figure you have enough time to get this done without losing your job. I wasn't sure you'd turn up."

"A bet's a bet," he answered dryly.

"Agreed." She didn't move but her face adopted a knowing look. "But losing a bet like this to a woman... some guys would've done anything to wriggle out of it."

Chris sighed. "Okay. Let's go." He started to pull at the buttons on his shirt and turned away. "I hope you haven't hidden any cameras around here." He tried to joke but the higher than normal pitch of his voice gave him away.

"No cameras." She confirmed with a slightly nervous laugh of her own. "Just me. I'll wait here."

Chris threw his shirt on a chair and surveyed his route. The floor was square with a central bank of elevators and stairs that prevented an all-around view of the space. There was a path between the desks that made a lap of less than two hundred yards. He figured this would be all over in less than a minute.

He kept his back to her as he kicked off his shoes and socks. As he unzipped his jeans he had one final thought about checking that she wanted him to go through with this, but in the end he hooked his fingers into the waistband and pulled them down. When his hands returned to do the same to his briefs he was relieved to find that he wasn't hard. Without another word or look at her, he pulled the briefs away, threw them on the chair and set off around the floor at a brisk walk.

"Running." Lindsay called after him. "The deal was running."

Chris picked up the pace and immediately felt the unusual sensation of his cock bouncing up and slapping against his thighs and lower belly. "Stay limp," he encouraged himself in a whisper. It wasn't a plea he had ever expected to utter.

As he made his second turn and knew that her line of sight was obstructed he felt he'd done a good job of keeping his bobbing member obscured, but he also knew that the next turn would bring him full-frontal to her. He looked up as he rounded the corner desk and saw that she hadn't moved and was staring straight at him. Her arms were still crossed and she had a slight smile on her face as her eyes followed him back to his clothes.

His heart thumped in his chest as he started to dress and he wasn't sure if it was because of the exertion or the excitement. He was still facing away from her as he pulled on his jeans that there was a noticeable inflation in his cock.

"Well done." Lindsay was smirking when he turned to face her, still fastening his shirt.

"Glad you enjoyed," he deadpanned.

"I like winning." She finally uncrossed her arms and took a step away from her leaning position. "Come on. I'll buy you breakfast."

It wasn't exactly what Chris was expecting to hear but after a short pause to take her offer in he followed her.

Sitting across from her in the deli he decided that he liked her weekend look better than the harsh appearance he was more familiar with. Her blonde hair was lighter and less groomed, her face sported less make-up, and he loved the pastel pink and blue colors of her loose sweatshirt and impossibly tight jeans. The biggest change was that she wore glasses. He'd never realized she normally wore contacts. The narrow, frameless specs were a feature on her casually fresh face.

Over omelets and pancakes they chipped away at some more of the ice between them.

The office rumors were fact—she had recently separated. Apart from hunting for a new house, she had nothing going on in her life outside of work. Chris got the impression she was being cautious about what she gave away about her private life but a more playful side of her was emerging, and it was a side he liked. When he asked her about her hardass image he saw her smile fully for the first time. He watched her eyes soften and her full lips open as she shook her head at him.

"I'm just trying to get the job done." She wagged a playful fingertip at him. "Maybe I try too hard sometimes. You guys just hate perfectionists."

"Depends what you're being a perfectionist about."

"I want to be a perfectionist at everything." She giggled and her face lit up some more. He found himself wondering what it might be like to kiss those perfectionist's lips. Underneath the table his cock started to appreciate this new side of Lindsay.

When the check came Lindsay picked it up swiftly. "I'll get this." Chris reached to challenge her but she dismissed him. "I'll expense it—call it a team-building exercise."

His eyebrows arched quizzically.

"Team building works," she assured him. "I have more respect for a colleague after today."

When they got back to the parking lot Chris stood by while she opened her door. She slipped into the driver's seat and grinned up at him. "How about we have a reverse bet? I'll make the run, if you don't screw the month-end numbers up next week?"

His mind ran through the bet. "What's the penalty if the numbers are wrong?"

Her face took on an impish look now as she turned the key and fired up the car. "For a big error, we'll carry over to next month. For a small error... maybe I get to keep my underwear on?"

There was no downside and the undertone was intriguing. "Deal."

"Deal." Lindsay closed her door and pulled away. It was impossible to be certain, but Chris thought he saw her wink at him trough the tinted glass.

*****

He held daily meetings with his team in the run up to month-end. He had them make a plan for double and triple-checking the numbers to make sure there were no errors before they were published and promised he'd take them out for a team dinner if everything was perfect. As the big day drew close, he was more nervous than he expected.

As Chris sat at his desk and personally checked the numbers one final time his belly was a knot of tension. When he hit the send button on the email that delivered all of Lindsay's team's activity he swallowed and stared at the screen until the send icon stopped flashing. The moment of truth was still a day away, but there was nothing more he could do to influence the outcome.

Lindsay obviously prolonged his pain as much as she could. Her mail came at the very end of the following day. "Congratulations. Saturday, 7:30 a.m.?"

A huge smile took over his face and he started to wonder what she would be wearing before she took it off.

*****

Lindsay's car was there when he arrived—just like last time. Today he ran to the office door for an entirely different reason.

When he got to the third floor she was sitting at an empty desk and scrolling some information on her cell phone. She was wearing the same pink sweatshirt, but in place of her jeans she had on a gray pair of sweat pants.

"Morning," he announced jovially. "Nice day for a run around."

"Good morning." She put the cell phone down and stood up. "Guess I'll just get this over with." Her air of reluctance was opaque.

He stood by the seat she vacated and watched every movement as she walked to a desk a few feet away. Without any delay, she turned away from him and pulled the sweatshirt over her head. He caught his breath as the smooth skin of her back came into view. She had no bra on. With no discernible pause she pulled down her pants and revealed a perfect bottom—once again with no underwear in sight.

She set off at a jog straight away and he watched her tight butt cheeks move up and down with her stride. She rounded the first corner, and he watched her breasts—which were larger than he expected—bounce along. After being out of his view for a few seconds, she rounded the final bend and came straight towards him, her small triangular bush drawing his gaze as he strained to see her lips and slit. It was all over so quickly but the image of her running towards him wearing nothing but a broad smile would live with him forever.

Chris watched as she pulled her clothes on—still no underwear. When she turned back towards him she was grinning and showed no sign of embarrassment.

"I guess it's my turn for breakfast?" He offered and ushered her towards the stairs.

This time at the deli there was little ice left to break and they joked and shared much more over breakfast. "So," he paused to sip at his coffee, "we're even now. No more bets?"

"I guess." She placed her fork on the plate. "Unless you'd really like another bet?"

Once again he felt her ability to fog his mind with erotic thoughts in an instant. Suddenly he was thinking about running around the office naked together, parting Lindsay's lips with his tongue and wrapping his fingers around her beautiful breasts. His thoughts enticed him all the more because he knew she was sitting across from him with no underwear on. He wondered if she realized just how excited he was beneath the table.

"I'm sure we can think of something," he laughed. "This one sure was fun."

"Agreed." She dabbed at her lips with a napkin. "We'll have to let each other know when we figure out another good bet."

"Deal," he nodded, already knowing that the anticipation would drive him crazy.

*****

Several times in the next few days he thought about new bets for Lindsay but in the end it was she who came up with the next challenge.

It was in the monthly Management Team meeting. They were going around the boardroom table for individual updates and Lindsay praised Chris and his team for an accurate close. The room was in a state of semi-stunned quiet as she offered her thanks. Chris watched her sit down, smile across at him, and begin tapping the keyboard of her laptop. He was still looking over at her and imagining how he would like help her out of the gray jacket she was wearing when a mail alert popped up on his own screen.

"I dare you to get your cock out," he read.

Keeping a straight face was difficult but he managed it and typed back, "Right now? You're crazy."

He watched the grin spread over her face as she read the message—no more than seven feet across the table from him. She tapped the keyboard again and her message arrived moments later. "Double dare."

She was looking at him when he looked up from the screen, her eyes holding his and leaving no doubt about her seriousness. His heart beat like a dry snare drum as he sized up the situation. On either side of him were the HR Manager and the Sales Manager. They were both intently following the speaker and Chris wondered if he just slid down in his seat a little and pulled his chair tight into the table's edge... maybe he could just about get away with it. The excitement of the moment made up his mind.

His message to her was, "I dare you to take your panties off and show your pussy. Double dare."

She shot him a smug look as she typed her reply, "Take a look."

A few moments later Chris' pen fell off the edge of the table—aided by a usefully clumsy forearm. He made half-hearted attempt to reach the pen without leaving his seat. Next he pushed his chair back and got to his knees. His first glance across to where she sat confirmed his efforts were worth it. Her legs were as wide apart as her skirt allowed and at the end of the dimming tunnel she'd created there was no mistaking the sweet outline of her pussy. He looked as long as he dared and as his eyes adjusted to the light he was almost certain he saw a glint of inviting moisture.

When he made it back into his seat Chris pulled himself in tight, took a couple of deep breaths and looked up at the taunting figure opposite. She made a small hand gesture that said, "Well then?"

He slipped one hand under the table while the other doodled on his notepad with the rescued pen. First he carefully undid his zipper, and then eased his hand inside. It wasn't easy remaining undetected as he worked his way into his briefs and took hold of his inflating member but he managed, and eventually pulled it free of clothing. The sight of Lindsay's pussy had started the hard-on, and the excitement of this moment was completing the job. When his hand was back on top of the table he felt the tip of his cock touch the underside. He looked over to her and nodded twice, very slowly.




Double Dare



Her tactic for seeing what was going on under the table was different but equally effective. He watched as she started with a scratch her ankle. After a few moments she dipped her head below the level of the table, making it look like she was tending to her foot, and looked over to see him.

Her head was out of sight for only a few seconds but to Chris it seemed much longer. When she reappeared she looked calm and collected, which was not how he was feeling right then. After another torturous few seconds she casually glanced over to him, pursed her lips and nodded approvingly. Her eyes went straight to her screen and she tapped a few keys.

The email read, "Nice cock. I want to suck it."

Chris was in the process of trying to maneuver himself back into his pants when the message arrived. The difficulty of his task doubled as the words pumped him with even more excitement. He paused for a few seconds and typed back, "Come on over. All yours."

His invitation prompted her face to take on a playful smile. When he got her reply it said, "Not practical. You working late tonight?"

Chris' heart developed an instant booming echo as the prospect of Lindsay gelled into a reality. His fingers were hard to control as he typed back. "I do have something that needs urgent attention. 7:30, my office?"

He figured that the long, slow lick around her lips that her tongue made was deliberate, but he appreciated it nonetheless. When her message came it confirmed that Chris would not be able to concentrate on work for the next few hours. "Maybe I can help? 7:30 works. I'll bring dinner. Make sure you don't have any pants on when I get there."

*****

The next few hours were impossible. He couldn't work and could barely think about anything but the look in her eye and what her body might feel like. As their scheduled "meeting" drew close, his erection showed no signs of dissipating—a full four hours after its arrival. If he'd used a male enhancement drug he would be considering a visit to a doctor at this point, but he knew the solution would arrive soon.

Chris closed his office door at 7:00. No one could see in through the opaque glass that made up the rest of the wall where the door was and the late hour meant that no one was likely to drop by to discuss work. At 7:15 he slipped out of his shoes, socks, pants and underwear. His cock stood straight up and twitched constantly. He couldn't resist a stroke or two, but managed to restrain himself and slide his chair closer to his desk so that he was concealed.

She was a couple of minutes early. There was a firm knock on his door, it opened and she walked in with a large bag of carry-out Chinese food. She placed the food on his desk as she walked around behind it. "I thought you had an open door policy?"

"Only when I'm fully dressed," he smirked.

"Show me?"

Chris slowly slid his chair back and revealed his naked lower half. His cock greeted her proudly and she nodded her appreciation. "Nice." She walked back to the other side of the desk and opened the bag. "Shall we eat?"

"We could've gone out to dinner." He slipped back under the desk.

"This is just fine," she dismissed. "It cuts out that whole your-place-or-mine discussion. And, if we went out, I wouldn't be able to see your cock while we eat."

"Yes. I guess I do feel a little underdressed. What about you take your skirt and panties off?"

"That's not a bad idea."

He stood and continued to unload the cartons onto the desk while she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor, revealing a pair of tiny red panties. She flashed him a quick smile, walked over to the door, and locked it. "We don't want dinner interrupted," she commented as she turned around and started to pull down her panties. After bending over to pull them off her feet, Lindsay casually let them fall from her hand onto his desk. "That better for you?"

"Much," he nodded as he unashamedly looked at her crotch. "My favorite dinner."

"Chinese?" She quipped.

"Mmmmm, that too." He popped open a carton of chow mein.

She picked a couple of cartons and started to mix their contents with chopsticks. "I hope my menu choices for you are okay."

He nodded as he sucked noodles into his mouth. "I like all of your ideas, so far. You've come a long way in my estimation over the last few weeks."

"Good. You've risen in mine too." She picked up a fried won ton. "I have to say, I've enjoyed getting you undressed. I'm also looking forward to a closer working relationship from now on."

"Closer's always good," he smirked.

As they shared the food, Chris thought it remarkable how often they each had to stand up while they scooped various dishes into the cartons they ate from. Every time he stood up he enjoyed an unrestricted view of her inviting pussy. Every time she stood up he opened his legs and allowed her an eyeful of his cock and balls. Almost with each mouthful, the tension grew. As much as he knew there was more than dinner on the agenda, the way things were with Lindsay she was just as likely to put her pants back on and leave. The anticipation was exquisite, no matter the outcome.

Lindsay stood again and poked around the emptying cartons. "I see you've taken the last of the General Tso's." She pointed a playfully accusing chopstick at him.

"Sorry," he laughed. "If I'd known it was your favorite..."

"I love the sauce, but..." She held up an empty carton and tipped it towards his desk to demonstrate there was none left. "You haven't left me any." He watched her face take on a mock pout and then started to see if he had any left in his carton.

"Here, you can have this piece." He held up his last piece and waited for her.

She put down her carton and stepped slowly around to his side of the desk. Chris was watching her pussy come into view and didn't notice the drop of sauce as it fell from the chicken, landing with a small splash on the tip of his cock. He looked down and saw small droplets on his shirt.

"That was careless." She smiled as she stooped to take the chicken into her mouth and started to chew. "Now you're going to have to have the shirt cleaned."

"Never mind." He reached for a napkin.

"No!" Lindsay stopped his hand. "That's valuable sauce. Let me take care of it."

Her eyes didn't leave his as she fell to her knees and swung his chair around so he was facing him. His cock was now directly in front of her chest. She was still holding his gaze as she stooped forward and extended her tongue. When she looked down at his cock his eyes switched to her tongue and watched as she licked at the sauce.

He closed his eyes and sighed as she lapped up the errant liquid. Her tongue was delicate and inquisitive as it explored the contours of his cock-head, and then started to lick its way down the shaft. When he opened his eyes she was looking straight back at him, her eyes smiling. "I sure love that General Tso's." She giggled, and then closed her mouth over him.

Her lips pinched around the rim of his cock while her tongue continued to search any last morsels of sauce on the head. As her tongue swirled around him, so the tingling sensations started to flow up and down along his length. She started to suck on him gently, increasing the vacuum slowly and steadily until he thought she might actually suck the come straight from him. She let the pressure drop just as slowly and he felt his heart start to beat again. He got a distinct feeling that she knew something about sucking cock and enjoyed demonstrating her talent.

"I've been looking forward to that all afternoon." Lindsay brought a hand up to gently caress his shaft. The other hand followed immediately and cupped his balls.

"So have I." Chris's throat felt dryer than he expected. "For a long time before you expressed an interest in sucking I think."

"That's nice to know." Her hand worked him slowly as she smiled up to him. "Feels like there's a lot of pressure down here." She alternately squeezed his shaft and balls. "Would you like me to take care of that?"

He nodded and watched her smile morph into an impish grin just before her mouth covered him again.

His initial impression that she knew what to do with a cock in her mouth was an underestimation. The movements of her mouth and hands were coordinated perfectly to inflict as much pleasure on his being as possible. Chris took a deep breath and soaked in the sensations as her hands played with his balls and gently stretched the skin on his shaft up and down with a firm grip. Her lips were also working up and down, always keeping the head inside and allowing her tongue to rub him just beneath the tip. He started to drift over to another world when she began a slow rhythm of sucking.

He caught her looking up at him, opened his mouth and realized he was out of breath just enjoying the moment. "You... you realize that if you keep doing that..."

Lindsay's eyes softened and she nodded her head, allowing the roof of her mouth to run over his cock.

"You know that I'll..." He started to feel the inevitable build of his orgasm.

She continued to nod, smiling even more.

Her determination to have him come in her mouth was the final trigger. The combination of her intent, slow hand movements, varying suction and her tongue's continued work on the underside of his cock was irresistible, and the climax came at him in a rush. He could do nothing but groan as he started to come, his cock twitching rhythmically as the waves of heat shot through him.

All through his orgasm Lindsay kept him inside her mouth and continued her movements. The first spurt of come was the most powerful he'd ever felt but she didn't flinch. As the streams continued he could hardly breathe but he felt the movements of her mouth as she swallowed.

When he was finally able to look down at her she slowly sucked her way off him, finishing with a gentle kiss on the tip of his cock. She held him tight, straight up and glistening now. "Gotta love that sauce." She failed to keep a straight face and giggled. "How was dessert for you?"

"It sucked," he laughed with her.

She turned her attention to the still-strong erection she had in her hand. "How's your recovery time? I have another job for this."

Chris started to pull at the buttons on his shirt. "Let's find out. But I think if I see you naked again I'll be just fine."

He was out of his shirt before she got to the second button on her blouse, so he stood up and took over. Lindsay leaned up and kissed him, swiftly parting his lips and urging his tongue to come play with hers. As he freed her buttons he felt her hands on his chest and sides. When he'd pulled her blouse off she let her hand caress his hard-on again. He found the catch of her bra, unhooked it and it fell forward to reveal those gorgeous breasts. His hands clamped onto them and pushed firmly. Her nipples were hard and prodded into his palms.

She continued to stroke him slowly as he dipped his head and took a nipple in his mouth, tweaking the other with his fingers as he sucked on her. Lindsay moaned for the first time and he took the cue to suck harder. Her breasts felt wonderful, but he was getting hungry for more, and was sure she was too.

His hand found the soft, wet skin between her legs. He rubbed her pussy with circular movements as he continued to lick and suck on her nipple. She moaned and he felt her body push towards him. Her juices covered his hand quickly, but it was the heat he felt from her that caught his attention as he slipped a finger into her. "Oh... that's good," she breathed as the finger slid out and back in.

Chris felt he had some control over the moment now, and eased her backwards to lean her ass on the edge of his desk. He kissed her mouth and smiled before slipping down to his knees, keeping his finger inside her. When his eyes reached the level of her swollen pussy, he took a deep breath and enjoyed the sight of her well-oiled sex. He watched how her pussy lips wrapped around him as his finger slid in and out, and he could smell her juices starting to permeate the air. Four of his five senses were firing wildly, so the time to taste had arrived.

His finger continued its movements as he licked all the way up her slit with the tip of his tongue. He felt her lean back on the desk and use her hands for support. She let out a long, slow moan as he found her clit. He covered it with his tongue and pressed gently. She pushed against him and he added a second finger to slip into her. This time the moan was more high-pitched, but still all pleasure.

He managed to lick his way up her pussy lips another twice before she leaned forward and whispered to him, "As much as I love what you're doing, I want you to get up here and fuck me. Right about now would be great." Her voice was deeper than he recognized, but the intonation was a turn-on.

When he stood up, she grasped his head with both hands and kissed him deeply. Her tongue licked and played with his as her hands dropped to his hips and left him in no doubt to how she wanted to him to proceed. The head of his cock was pushing against her open pussy lips before he knew it, and it only took a small movement in the right direction to ease into her. They locked eyes as he reached the end of her silken sheath. He smiled, amazed at the heat he felt from her as she enveloped him.

"You feel so good." He kissed her again.

She pulled him close and whispered. "So do you. I want to feel you make me come."

Her hands never left his hips as she encouraged his strokes. As his rhythm built she wriggled to sit on the edge of the desk and raise her feet. She leaned back a little, kept hold of his hips and wrapped her legs around his butt. Now she started pulling him into her, harder and harder. Looking down, he saw her breasts bouncing with each thrust, and his cock disappearing into her over and over. He realized he was close to coming again.

When she started to moan uncontrollably he slowed the pace of his strokes but kept up the forceful thrusts. He slipped a hand between his body and hers, and felt for her clit. He simply covered her with his fingers and let his body continue to slam against them. Her eyes opened, wide and glassy, for a few seconds. He knew she started to climax when her eyes closed, and she threw her head back.

She pulled him harder and harder as her orgasm ran through her body. Her pussy contracted around him four, five, six times as she squealed with pleasure, dug her nails into his sides, and pulled. When her head came forward again she was looking at him, panting and pushing at the side of her mouth with her tongue. He had simultaneous realizations that she was still urging him, and that he was about to come again.

A few more hungry thrusts and he started. Lindsay had recovered enough to see what was happening and she tightened her hold on him as he started to spit into her. His balls were tiny knots of tension as he pushed as hard as his body would allow. He vaguely heard her whisper something, took one final look down at his cock disappearing into her, and collapsed into her arms.

They held each other as their breathing abated. He was still inside her but softening when he pulled his head back to look at her. "You are quite something," he laughed. "Remind me how we got here?"

"Simple, really." She planted a soft kiss on his lower lip. "Your team's professional ineptitude." She shifted to a better sitting position and he finally slipped out of her. "However, I do believe you have now made up for that, and should no longer be considered inept. Not as a lover anyway."

One of his hands made circular movements over her back while the other came up to caress her cheek. He kissed her again. "So what happens now?"

"Well," she passed while his tongue found hers. "I think we'd better start by going back to my place."

"Oh, yeah?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Yes. I'm thinking that I'd better get the sauce out of your shirt." She reached between them and took hold of him. "I think we got your cock clean, but your shirt still has some spots."

"Do you have something I can wear while you wash it?"

"You don't need to worry about that."



Double Dare Pt. 01



I've had the same group of girlfriends since kindergarten. 

There was the ring leader Lauren who told us what party we would make an appearance at each Friday night and if our ass looked a little too fat for a particular skirt. She was all legs with blue eyes and long blonde locks that always fell in perfect waves down her perky 34 C cup breast. 

Ashley the brainiac and coincidently the sluttiest of all of us got every guy she wanted with her naughty librarian look. She had recently cut her fire red hair to a bob just above her shoulders with bangs that accentuated her piercing green eyes. Even though she had the smallest tits of us all, 34 B, you would never find a guy complaining. 

Then there was Kaylee, the one who was up on all the trends and knew exactly who was fucking who, sometimes even before they knew themselves. She had dirty blonde hair that was mid length. She was athletic all through high school and her body was toned, she had abs and muscles in places I could never imagine. 

And finally me, Taylor, the quiet virgin of the group. With my long brown curly hair and huge brown eyes I had admirers, most likely because I had the biggest chest. I'm not pure by any Godly standards... I mean how else are you going to keep a boyfriend these days? But the options in high school were not that great. That's why I knew by going away to college with my 3 best friends was going to change my life. I just turned 19 and I moved into a 2 bedroom apartment. I know, 4 girls one bathroom...How is that ever going to work? But we all decided we would have such extreme social calendars that we would just use this apartment as a place to crash. 

Midway through our first semester of freshman year Kaylee had already been dirty rushed for one of the most elite sororities on campus. None of us were worried about this changing our friendship because we had already decided one of us had to be in a sorority to get the in with all the greatest parties, besides the parties Kaylee never attended any other social events with her fake sorority sisters. 

As we were getting ready for a Halloween party at a fraternity, Lauren had decided we would all play one of our favorite games, "Double Dare." We have been playing this game for as long as we've known each other. Now the dares have progressed from "go leave Jimmy a note asking if he likes you," to "shoplift all the accessories for your prom outfit." If someone double dares you to do something you have to do it, there is no backing out. When the dares started getting dirtier and more extreme at 16 we all had to have some incentive to make us go through with the dare. We all had secretly made sex tapes that would be released upon incompletion of the dare. Now I'm still a virgin, so my video only consist of me giving a blow job and a guy cumming all over my tits, but I would still never want that to get out for a future employer to see. 

So as Lauren proposed a game, I could only expect a night of humiliation. 

"I think it's only appropriate for our first night out for Halloween as college students to have our first game of double dare in college as well" 

"Oh come on Lauren, I want this night to be fun and not embarrassing. I have my eye on Michael Graham and I want him to have his eyes on me too..."

"Oh with what I have planned Ashley, he will." Lauren smirked as a smile crept across her face. Ashley's eyes widened as Lauren handed her a bag.

"What's this?"

"Your costume for tonight duh Ashley."

"No Lauren this is something I'd use to cover my eyes in a tanning bed."

"I double dare you!" Ashley was almost in tears when she knew she had to accept her fate for the night. 

"Ashley how bad can it be? Let me see." Kaylee grabbed the bag and pulled out the pink nipple tassels and matching tutu. She giggled, "Good thing you've been tanning in a bed, tan lines would so not go well with this look." 

"Oh my God shut up Kaylee! What am I even supposed to be Lauren?" 

"What every girl is supposed to be on Halloween, a slut!"

Although I found this all hilarious I had to stick up for Kaylee, "Lauren! We should have more respect for our bodies as women and not let men objectify us." 

Lauren turned to me, "Don't worry Tay, your costume is one of the most respectable costumes a women can be." 

Picking up on Laurens sarcasm I was worried, "Oh god Lauren I am not parading around bare-chested am I? My double-d's would not hold up!" 

"God Tay I know, that's why I have something else planned, but first I have something for Kaylee..." 

Lauren reached into another bag and pulled out a black leather jumpsuit that had 3 zippers, one in front of each breast and another that would make the costume crotch less. Kaylee was extremely intrigued, "Oh my god I love it Lauren but I don't think I'm going to be walking around with my vaj and tits hanging out all night!" 

Lauren laughed, "Kaylee relax, that's not the dare you can keep it zipped, here..." Lauren handed her a black mask and a black leather whip. "I double dare you to get Professor Finsto to whip you before the night is over and you can wear the mask so he'll never know who you are." 

"Professor Finsto? Is he even going to be at the Party?" Kaylee was confused yet excited. 

Professor Finsto was not a hot young college professor right out of Yale. No. He was a 65 year old balding man who always seemed to have ketchup on his tie. He instructed the Women Gender Study classes, but had a reputation of hating any and all women and never giving anyone other than a man an A, very ironic. Now this wasn't a coincidence considering Lauren was struggling with this teacher to keep her perfect GPA so I knew it was part of some type of revenge plan she had come up with. 

Handing Kaylee a camera Lauren began to explain, "Professor Finsto is going to be working late in his office on campus tonight grading papers, and part of your dare is to get him on tape whipping you." 

"Oh my god Lauren you're bad, but I am totally up for a challenge! What are you going to do with the video?" 

"That will come in time love. Be patient..." 

At this point I was getting really worried about my dare when Lauren handed me a bag. "Open it Tay, don't be such a pussy." Lauren couldn't contain herself at that last part and started laughing hysterically. I opened the bag to find a sexy nurse's costume I smiled and thought it was actually pretty cute. 

"That's not all Tay, here." She handed me another bag.

I opened it only to find black thong underwear; I looked up at Lauren confused when I saw her holding a remote. She turned a knob and pressed a button and the underwear started to vibrate. I blushed, "Don't worry Tay I'll be in control tonight," Lauren smiled. 

As we all got dressed in our new costumes, Ashley spoke up, "Lauren no one dared you to do anything..." 

Lauren looked around waiting for ideas but she knew we had nothing compared to her. She was already dressed in a naughty maid costume that was just as revealing as Ashley's bare chest... "Well girls if you don't have any ideas, I can volunteer to be the designated driver tonight and ensure we all get home safe, considering you'll all have to be pretty hammered tonight to go through with the dares."

We all agreed happily now that we would be saving a bit of money on cab fair and also have someone to look out for us. 

As we piled in Kaylees car I couldn't help but try and adjust my costume, it was extremely short and skimpy and it practically shoved my boobs up into my face, as I was doing this the vibrations picked up in my panties. Lauren looked back at me and practically yelled, "Taylor if you touch your god damn costume one more time tonight this..." she turned the knob to high, "will be your dare for a week." I blushed feeling embarrassed knowing the girls all knew what was going on. 

Ashley laughed, "Lauren look at her, I don't think that would be a punishment, this girl needs to get some release!"

I tried to hide my bright red face, "Let's just go to the party already. I need a drink!"



Double Dare Pt. 02



As the four us walked up to the fraternity house, we could all feel the eyes on us. Most likely because Ashley was wearing nothing but tape over her nipples, but we all looked hot. As we got inside Kaylee turned to us and said, "Ok girls I'm going to take a few shots and do a keg stand and get Tarzan over there to give me a ride to Professors Finstos office, see ya later!" 

As soon as Kaylee walked away, Lauren and I both realized Ashley was already held up in a corner making out with Michael Graham while he played with her boobs. I rolled my eyes, "They really should think about getting a room." Lauren laughed, "No way is Michael taking her anywhere; he wants all his brothers to see what kind of girl he can pull!" 

"Lauren, Ashley isn't even that kind of girl, she would have never worn that costume if you didn't dare her... wait, did you know Michael was gonna want her wearing that?" 

Lauren laughed, "Oh Taylor your ruining all the fun. Ashley is in for a really good night tonight... Come on lets go to the bar." 

Just as we were making our way past the beer pong table, My 7 inch stripper heels slipped on a rolling ping pong. I knew I was falling so I tried to grab onto anything I could. Before I knew it, I had taken down someone else with me; luckily we fell on a couch and instead of it looking like I was falling to my death, I manage to pull it off as if a guy had just grabbed me to sit on his lap.

My face blushed from embarrassment as I looked at who I was sitting on, "Oh my god I am so sorry!" I gazed into the darkest blue eyes I had ever seen. He was tall maybe 6'3'. And he had perfectly tanned skin that went well with his light hair.

"Don't worry about it; we were bound to run into each other at some point tonight."

I looked at our costumes and laughed, we were wearing matching nurse and doctor outfits. 

"Well thanks for breaking my fall doctor...?" 

"Sean."

"Thanks doctor Sean"

I turned to get up and made eye contact with Lauren across the room, she had the remote in her hand. "Oh shit" I thought. I started feeling the vibrations in my panties and really tried to get off Sean but he grabbed my waste and held me on his lap. 

"Wait, I never got your name." 

"Uhhhh TTTTaylor." The vibrations were getting stronger and I was having a hard time concentrating on anything other than my soaking wet cunt. But I realized I was still sitting on Sean's lap. I figured he was clueless because he had yet to say anything. 

"Well Nurse Taylor you really should let Doctor Sean give you a check up after that fall. You still seem to be shaken up." My eyes shot open as he adjusted me to face him and straddle his leg and started gradually bouncing me to move my tits up and down and to have the vibrator dig deep into my pussy."Besides I don't think you should go anywhere just yet it might be a little hard to walk, and we don't want you falling again." The vibrations were on high and I was stifling back moans. I closed my eyes and was practically grinding his leg to try and get some release while my fingers dug into his shoulder blades. I was about to cum when all of a sudden it stopped. I opened my eyes and realized Sean was now holding the remote. Lauren must have walked by and given it to him while I was in ecstasy. My face turned red.

"Don't be embarrassed Taylor, you gave me quite a show. Besides I'm the one who is going to have to walk through here with pussy stained scrubs and a hard-on. I'm not going to let you get off that easy." He had placed my hand on his cock, it was hard to tell with him wearing scrubs but it could have easily been 9 inches maybe 10.

He got up and told me to follow him. I was hesitant at first, but he was the one with the remote and I really didn't want to get off in front of an entire fraternity. As I was following him I walked by a room and saw Ashley chatting to a few guys who were ogling her boobs. I wondered where Lauren had gone and if Kaylee had completed her dare yet. 

We walked into one of the biggest bedrooms I had ever seen. It was old but not in a bad way. There was dark stained wood and brick lining the walls with a king sized four post bed in the middle of the room. There were book shelves lining every wall beside the 2 closets and bathroom. One wall was made completely out of windows and in the corner there was a spiral stair case leading to who knows where. 

"I didn't realize you were a brother in this Fraternity. Do all of you have rooms like this?" This house must have been bigger than I thought.

Sean was laughing, "No Taylor we don't all have master bedrooms, I'm not just a brother. I'm the president." I was surprised. I was alone with the most powerful student on campus and I hadn't even realized it. I became very self conscious and out of habit started biting my lip. Sean's eyes grew with hunger. Taking my face in his hands he pressed his lips to mine and we started making out. Our tongues intertwined and he pulled away with my lip in his teeth, letting go he gently kissed my lower lip "Taylor do you know how bad I've wanted to bite that lip since you walked in this house tonight? You were biting it the entire time you were humping my leg. It was driving me crazy!" 

My face flushed thinking of what happened just moments ago."I don't ever realize I'm biting my lip when I do. Guess it's just a bad habit." We started kissing again, he was leading me backwards and I could feel the bed post behind my legs. I pulled our faces away before we could get on the bed. "Wait Sean,"

He interrupted me, "Don't worry Taylor I get tested every month, and if you're really afraid I have condoms. I know the reputation I have isn't the best but believe me I really don't do this all that often..."

I backed away from him and sat on the bed. "No Sean that isn't it." I couldn't keep eye contact with him so I just stared at the bear skin rug on his floor. 

"Oh god do you have a VD? because..." 

"Eww Sean shut up! I don't have herpes. I'm a virgin." The words just flew out of my mouth. I usually don't tell people I'm a virgin but this was getting heavy fast. 

Sean was laughing hysterically at this point. Embarrassed and mad and on the brink of tears I got up to leave. When Sean realized I was half way to the door he ran and placed himself between me and my exit. 

"Sean let me leave. I've been through this before with guys. At this age no one wants to sleep with a virgin because of the 'emotional attachment' involved and I get it. No need to drag this out any longer than it needs to be." 

"No, that's not it. I just can't fucking believe it. There is no way I am letting you walk out these doors. I have been looking for you all my life. A fucking dime and a virgin too. This is too good." 

"Sean I'm not some conquest you're going to sleep with and then check off a list. I'm leaving." 

"Taylor, babe, that's not it at all. I'm not going to brag about this moment with my inbasul brothers. This is precious." His hand went to my cheek to wipe away a fallen tear, "You're perfect. And besides I'm not going to sleep with you until you're begging on all fours for me to take that virginity of yours, and that will probably take time, but I am a very patient man. God, Taylor do you know how hard I'm getting just thinking I'll be the only man who's had you. Every time I think of you it will be an immediate hard-on knowing that this..." He cupped my sex. "Is all mine." He pulled out the remote from his pocket and turned the knob on. My wet panties started to vibrate again. "Taylor please stay." My knees started to buckle with the rise of a climax near and I knew I wouldn't be able to walk out those doors even if I wanted to, but did I want to? I was tired of being a virgin and this hot man was going to give me what I've wanted for so long. I pressed my face into his and he lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his back and he carried me to the bed. 

I was on top of him making out, his hands had moved to the front of my nurse costume and he started to unzip it. A couple of inches and my breast popped out. Sean took one nipple into his mouth and started sucking and biting it. He had my other nipple between his finger and thumb pinching and pulling until both were hard. I could feel the pressure grow in my stomach. It felt amazing. I took off his shirt and made my way down to his pants. Before I knew it I was off the bed and on my knees with Sean's 10 inch cock in my hand. I started to tease his tip with my tongue as I stroked his shaft. I started playing with his balls with my other hand as I kissed his cock. Finally I started taking him fully with my mouth. I watched his face for the surprise look when he figured out I could deep throat without gagging. He grabbed my hair and started fucking my face. I looked up at him happy that I could please him so well. I kept playing with his balls while he thrust into my mouth. I could tell he was about to cum. He pulled out his cock and I opened my mouth ready for him to shoot his load all over me, and he did. He covered my tits and face in his cum. I looked at him and smiled and I took my finger and wiped my boob and stuck it in my mouth. "Yum." 

"Taylor you're so fucking hot. How did you... I mean, that was just..."

"Sean I said I was a virgin, not a prude." 

I licked every last once of cum that was on me and watched as Sean got hard again. But before we could do anything else his room flooded with flashing red and blue lights from outside. 

"Shit it's the cops."

"Oh god, Sean I'm only 19."

"Come on," He grabbed my hand and started leading me out the door we came in. I just managed to zip my costume before we entered the zoo of people trying to evade getting an MIP. I looked around and spotted Lauren trying to drag a very drunk and disoriented Ashley out of a bedroom. As the President, Sean was going to have to deal with this mess and the cops. He was trying to wake the stoners to get the drugs out of the house as I slipped away to help Lauren. 

"Shit Taylor where have you been? Never mind, just help me with Ashley we need to get out of here." We both had one of Ashley's arms over our shoulder as we made our exit out the back door. 

As we were piling Ashley in the car and trying to get her to drink some water I realized we were missing someone. "Uhh Lauren where is Kaylee?" But before Lauren could answer a very drunk and giggly Kaylee on the back of Tarzan whipping his butt to make him go faster yelled, "Here's my stop monkey boy." He put her down and then begged again if they could 'hangout back at his place' but she refused and sent him on his way. Kaylee started getting in the car, "What happened to Ashley..." Lauren and I didn't have an answer so we all piled in the car that was parked in a very hidden spot in preparation for the cops busting the party. It is better to wait out the cops hiding then try and drive by them with the risk of getting pulled over. Lauren was sitting in the driver's seat while I was sitting shotgun and Kaylee was in the middle seat of the back but on the edge so it was like we were all side by side so we could talk. 

Kaylee looked at me and grabbed my hair, "Looks like someone had fun tonight!" I looked at the piece she was holding in her hand and realized there was still cum on it, my face turned pink. 

Lauren swatted at Kaylees hand, "Eww Kaylee don't touch that. You better get that costume dry cleaned before returning it Tay." 

I wasn't quite ready for the girls input on Sean. I had to leave him so fast before anything else could happen and I still wanted to figure things out for myself without the girls judging me. And besides, I could very possibly never see him again and I didn't want to ruin the memory I had. So I shut the conversation about me down with a very curt "Don't worry Laur, I will." 

They both got the picture fast so Lauren turned to Kaylee for different conversation, "Soooo did you do it?" 

"Oh. My. God. You guys are never going to believe what happened tonight!" 

My eyes got big with horror, "Please tell me you did not fuck Professor Finsto!" This is something Kaylee would very possibly do. Junior year of high school she had an affair with a teaching assistant. Unlike Professor Finsto, he was young and still in college. They would sneak around school and fuck as much as they could, in the bathroom, in a storage closet, in his classroom after school. It was intense. As soon as he started having more feelings for Kaylee than her preferred friends with benefits she dropped him. It made English class very awkward for the rest of the year. But Kaylee never seemed fazed by it. 

Kaylee scrunched her face before going into her explanation for what happened tonight, "Ughh Taylor as if. Ok so after a few shots of tequila and a quick game of beer pong I had Tarzan drive me over to Finsto's office. I told him what I was going to do and that I needed him to stand outside Finstos window and video tape it. I promised I would let him whip me later for incentive. That was why he was so needy. Anyways, as I left him to set up the shot I walked in the building to find Finsto's office. His door was cracked and I could see him standing in front of his desk facing the windows. I was confused as to what he was doing so I just stood there before going in. I mean it was so weird. He was just standing there with his hands on his back. And then I heard him grunt." 

Lauren looked confused, "Wait grunt?" 

"Yeah you know, like a grunt or like a moan. Uhhhhh..." We all laughed at her imitation. "Shut up and let me finish my story. Okay. So Finsto was grunting, and it was getting louder and louder and then he stopped. He dropped his hands from his back and looked down, then all of a sudden up popped Luca Harris wiping cum off his face and smiling." 

Lauren and I both were surprised and said at the same time, "NO!" Luca Harris was the most annoying person on campus. He was leader of practically every club and he would let you know. He was the biggest teacher's pet there was, always sitting front row in every class and I guess now a fag. But Professor Finsto? This was weird. 

Kaylee continued, "So obviously I wasn't about to burst into this in case something else was about to go down, or should I say someone else..." We all laughed. "So I turned around and ran out to find Tarzan, I was prepared to kill him if he didn't catch that all on tape."

Lauren was excited, "Please tell me he did!" 

Kaylee pulled a camera out of a bag and dangled it in front of us like candy. Lauren grabbed it and hit play. And sure enough there it was. The perfect shot of Luca Harris on his knees with Professor Finstos 4 inch cock in his mouth. After the video was over Lauren flipped the camera over and took out the SD card and placed it in her wallet. With a serious face she turned to Kaylee, "So you didn't complete your dare?" 

Shocked Kaylee started with her excuse, "Lauren come on, there was no way I was going to get a closeted fudge packer to whip me. You can't be serious." 

There was still no smile on Laurens face, "Okay I will give you a second chance. Because you got this video I won't send out your tape. But if you don't go through with this next dare your ass will be blasted all over the college's website before the sun comes up." Lauren was being literal; Kaylee's video was of her having anal with Marquis Williams 12 inch cock. If Kaylee was going to have a sex tape, it was going to be a damn good sex tape. 

"Ok Lauren, what do you want me to do?" 

Lauren didn't answer; instead she turned on the car and started to drive. 15 minutes later we were outside a tattoo shop. "Lauren I'm not getting a tattoo, that's part of the rules, nothing that permanent!" 

"Relax Kaylee, it's not a tattoo. And stop being such a pussy." All three of us got out of the car and left Ashley asleep in the back. According to Lauren this would only take a couple of minutes so Ashley would be fine with the doors locked. We walked in and Lauren left Kaylee and I in the lobby with a flask and told Kaylee to start drinking. 

Lauren walked to the back and started talking to an overweight 40 year old man who was covered from head to toe in tattoos. I was worried for Kaylee as I saw Lauren keep pointing at her and the creepy man smiling. It wasn't long before they both walked back to us. The man looked at Kaylee and said, "So what are you getting pierced?" Kaylee's mouth dropped open from shock when Lauren turned to her and unzipped the zippers in front of her boobs, her perfect 34 D titts popped out with her nipples already hard from how cold it was in here. Lauren smiled and said, "That's not all." She then proceeded to unzip the zipper that was covering Kaylees pussy. Of course Kaylee wasn't wearing any underwear so her smooth freshly waxed vagina was out for anyone who wanted to see. Luckily it was late and it was only the four of us in the shop. 

Kaylee was sitting in a chair with clamps over her nipples holding them in place while the tattoo man prepared his needle. I was holding her hand. "Lauren I don't know if I can do this..." 

"Don't worry Kaylee it will all be over in less than a minute. See, he is preparing everything now so there won't be a wait between each piercing. He'll do your tits first and then your clit."

Kaylee took another swig from the flask. "Okay, just hurry up." She closed her eyes and the man started the procedure. I was surprised to see how fast it went. In less than a minute Kaylee had two bars going through her nipples. And then he did her clit and she didn't even flinch. When it was over she opened her eyes, "That was it?" Kaylee looked in the mirror and was surprisingly happy. She liked the way the piercings made her look a little edgier and she was excited to see how everything would feel during sex. She zipped back up and we all headed home. 

As we climbed into bed I couldn't help but think about Sean. Tonight I almost lost my virginity. I didn't know if I was ever going to see him again. Would he even remember me or was he already laughing with all his friends about meeting a 19 year old virgin. Getting any sleep tonight was going to be out of the question. 



Double Dari



I was in a hurry to leave this hot Friday evening. It had been a long, hard week at the Foxxy News Network and I was glad it was almost finished.

It had been over three months since I last had a two day weekend so, naturally, I was full of ideas of how to spend my mini-vacation, such as it is.

When you are a highly worked and lowly paid intern like I am, weekends off are as good as gold! And I did not plan to waste a second of this one, I can assure you!

Two whole days of relaxing; kicking back watching sports on big screen tv; and spending some long overdue time with my girlfriend Cindy. A perfect weekend, indeed! Of course you know the saying about the best laid plans of mice and men are prone to failure.

I was almost to the doors of the lobby; free; when a voice cried out to me.

"Greg, hey Greg!" It was from my security guard friend, Ralph. "Not so fast buddy! Pay up, dude!"

I was in such a hurry I had forgotten that I owed Ralph five dollars from a bet we had made earlier in the week.

"My Detroit Tigers made hash out of your Yankees last night!" Ralph was enjoying his victory over me a little too much as he stretched out his hand for payment.

"Who would have thought," i answered as I fished around my pockets for a five-spot, " That Bobby Higginson would come off the bench in the ninth inning and belt a three run homer!"

"I keep telling you, my man," Ralph was grinning ear to ear as he accepted the crumpled bill I thrust into his hand;

"I'm originally from Detroit and my Tigers always play the Yanks tough!"

I couldn't disagree with my friend as I turned toward the exit, and freedom. I almost made it; but not quite.

"Hold up a minute, Greg!" I froze in my tracks as the voice of Mad Marty, one of Foxxy News's directors, was directed at me.

Even before he spoke, I knew my planned weekend of fun and sex was soon to be nothing more than a pile of doggy-doo on the sidewalk.

"Glad I caught you before you left, I need you to come in tomorrow to fill in for John. He just called and said he can't make it. A death in the family, I believe,"

"What time do you want me in?" I reluctantly replied. I knew that protesting would do no good. I'm low man on the totem pole here. A personal life outside of work was a luxury I did not have.

"Eight am, sharp" Mad Marty instructed me. "Sorry to mess up your weekend, Grag."

'You're sorry!' I thought to myself. 'Not half as sorry as I am! Not to menion my girlfriend, Cindy. She is going to be pissed off big time when she hears about this!'

I exited the building in a foul mood.

My guess on Cindy's reaction to the bad news was right on the money, I'm afraid.

"Damn it Greg!," she screamed at me. " That job of yours is more important to you than I am! Go and fuck yourself with your bitchy Foxxy News sluts!" The door to my apartment slammed shut in my face.

I had to admit that Cindy had a point. What normal, horny, young man wouldn't want to be around ladies like, Laurie Dhue, Linda Vester, Brigitte Quinn, Donna Fiducia, etc, etc, etc. This job does have a lot of appeal to a sex fiend as myself; I suppose.

The following morning found me in even a bigger foul mood as I discovered that my duties would be those as an erand boy. I was to run updates from the newsroom to the on-the-air people, as needed; nothing more.

My foul disposition brightened as I found, much to my delight, that Lauren Green would be in the newsroom this morning. It was always a pleasure to work with the lovely ex beauty queen winner.

"I'm surprised that you got roped into working this saturday." I said this in greeting the pretty black newscaster as I entered the newsroom. 

"I don't mind. I had to come in anyway to tape my show with Cal Thompson, you know. I'm playing the classical piano for the show's opening segment." She flashed a wide, welcoming smile at me as she said this.

It appears that things were begining to pick up for me. I gazed in silent admiration at the lovely vision of Lauren Green in front of me.

She was seated at a computer console, on an open desk which did nothing to hide her long, slender, legs to me. She was wearing a short black skirt with a slit in one side which went practically all the way to her hips.

Her legs were crossed in such a manner that I could see almost every inch of her gorgeous gams; right up to the panty line of her hose.

She also had on a tight red sweater that showed her two perfect, pear shaped breasts, to their best advantage.

I approved of this lovely vision before me. That was evident because of the raging hard on I had in my pants. I kept my hands in front of me; trying to hide my excitement from the lovely Lauren.

As she finished her task, she turned towards me and handed me a few pages of updates.

"I hope that I'm the cause of that!" She exclaimed as she put the papers into my hand. Her eyes were fixed on the bulge in my pants. Straining to break free and ravish the lovely lady before me.

I was beat red with embarassment that my rigid little buddy was spotted.

"Sorry about that." I mumbled.

"Oh, don't be sorry, Greg. Actually I'm flattered that you find me that attractive!" Those lovely brown eyes twinkled at me as she once again; flashed me a smile that would melt the heart of any man.

"You had better scoot along now and get these updates to Dari Alexander now. She's with John Thomas in studio B."

I turned to leave the newsroom. I was glad that I had the papers in my hand. The better to hide my excitement from prying eyes.

I turned back as I left the room and was greeted with the sight of Lauren's lovely legs once more.

She had dropped a pencil on the floor and bent over to pick it up. Her breasts showed through the opening of her sweater and her legs had parted slightly. This revealed her smooth. soft, thighs to me, All the way up to her cotton panneled covered pussy.

I hurried down the corridor. I hoped that I had time to stop off at the men's room. I had a definite problem pop up on me that I had to get a handle on; and fast!

But lady luck was not with me this saturday morning. When I turned the corner, just a few feet away from the door of the bathroom; I ran into the pretty figures of two of Foxxy News's business babes.

Terry Keenan and Molly de Ramel were headed in the other direction to the break room. Their goal was to get a cup of coffee before their morning business shows were to air.

"Oops! I'm sorry ladies!" I apologized as I tried to get past the two lovely girls.

"It looks to me like you're more horny than sorry!" This came from the pretty blonde, Terry.

"From the looks of things,'" this coming from the auburned haired Molly, "You might need a hand in getting rid of that!"

I blushed crimsom as the two business babes fixed their gaze on my rigid penis in my pants.

The two lovely ladies continued on their way down the hall, laughing to themselves at their little joke.

Just before they turned the corner; Molly turned back towards me and said; "You will let us know how it 'cums' out; won't you?"

Having said that the two beautiful reporters disappeared around the corner; their sexy hips swaying to and fro.

This sight caused my pecker to begin to twitch as I entered the washroom. The door hadn't even completely shut before I had freed my problem from it's confinement and began to jack myself off to a welcome, creamy, relief.

As I cleaned myself up, I thought of how someday I would relish the thought of giving these two lovely, sexy, ladies the business end of my penis! Right in their pretty mouths, tight pussy's, and up their oh so virginal butts! 

Paybacks can be fun, you know!

The beautiful, ebony-skinned, Dari Alexander waited patiently on the set of studio B to present her final report of the day.

She had her right leg crossed over her left; revealing almost all of her lovely legs to any and all males pesent. She had also flashed more than one upkirt to the viewing audience on today's program.

Dari had the sort of legs that would drive a man wild with wanton lust. What's more; she knew this and played her two trump cards; her gorgeous gams; whenever possible.

Television is a visual medium and Dari made certain that her two best assets were always out to be noticed and admired.

She also had the good sense to be dressed in a low cut, light blue, silk blouse. Her pert, braless, nipples peeked invitingly into view from time to time.

Dari was an exceptionaly attractive woman. And she liked the looks from her male admirers.

Looking at her watch, she wondered where Greg might be. Her final report was due in about ten minutes and she needed the information he had in the papers he was carrying.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she spotted Greg coming down the corridor towards her. At least she wouldn't have to ad-lib her final report of the day.

As I approached the set of studio B, I was glad that I had made my pit stop and had 'handled' my problem. No use having Dari get a chance at getting a peek at my bulging manhood.

"Sorry I'm late," I said as I handed the papers to Dari. The lovely lady flashed me a pretty smile as she took the updates from me.

The smile wasn't the only thing that Dari flashed me. When she took the papers from me she slowly uncrossed and recrossed her legs. This gave me a perfect view of her soft thighs and white panty covered love mound.

This caused a predictable response from my flacid little friend. Once more, my cock was at full attention in front of a beautiful, leggy, lady!

If I had any notion that perhaps Dari would be too busy to notice the bulge in my pants; she quickly put them to bed.

"Is that for me, too?" She asked me this as she was staring directly at the bulge in my pants. This was turning into "let's all look at Greg's crotch day" at the Foxxy News network!

"When I'm done here, maybe you would like me to help you out with your problem?" The glint of lust in the pretty black newscaster's eyes told me that she wasn't kidding about her offer.

I positioned myself out of sight, across from Dari and watched as she finished her report and her on the air shift for the day.

My penis throbbed in anticipation of the help Dari was about to give it.

Her soft hands; her full pouty red lips; her tight, hairy, cunt; or her even tighter anal opening! Any and all of these would more than solve my problem! My mind raced at all the possible pleasures Dari's fuck holes could provide!

I was so lost in my lustful thoughts that I jumped in surprise when Dari came up to me at the end of the program.

"Ready for me, stud?" She asked me this as her hand cupped and squeezed my pecker through my pants. I began to moan as her fingers began to caress my member. She quickly gave me a passionate, tongue probing, kiss to quiet me.

My mind raced once more as I tried to come up with a out of the way place for our sexual playtime. The head guru's at the Foxxy News Network might frown on me banging the hell out of one of their lovely ladies in the middle of the hall!

I spotted a staircase off of a short narrow hallway and practically carried Dari up it! At the top of the staircase was a small storeroom which was used for saving old, files, video tapes, and the like.

The door was unlocked; lucky for us; and we were able to slip in unoticed.

I fumbled around in the dark and found a lightswitch. A single naked lightbulb illuminated the room.

Looking around we could see an old stuffed chair in one corner; a sagging stuffed leather couch against the wall next to it.

There were three or four rows of metal filing cabinets across the middle of the room and not much else. It was clear that this room hadn't been used in a long time. Certainly not for the purpose we intended!

"It's not the penthouse suite, but it will have to do," I said this as Dari laid her purse, laptop computer, and keys on top of the filing cabinet beside her.

"Start stripping, honey! I want to see if you have some pop in that white pecker of yours." Dari said this as she walked over to the couch and began to undress.

I needed no encouragement to get prepared for my fuck-fest with the beautiful Dari Alexander. I dropped my clothes in a pile on the floor. Neatness doesn't count when you're in lust.

I turned towards Dari and found myself staring at the most magnificent, ebony colored body I could ever imagine.

This naked vision of lovliness in front of me caused my erect love tool to begin twitching up and down.

Dari's breasts were like two perfect black pears. Her flat stomach was shinny and inviting. But the piece of prime pussy burried inside of her hairy mound was what I craved most. The long slender legs this magnificent specimen of womanhood possesed just completed the picture!

Dari approached me with a gleam of lust in her eyes. She licked her full, pouty, lips as she eyed my rigid, still twitching cock.

She stopped in front of me and stared deep into my eyes as if to let me know that I was in for the best fuck of my life!

Our mouths came togeher in a torrent of lust. Our lips crushing one anothers in a mad rush to taste each others skin. Our tongues probed and caressed the mouths and throats of our counterpart!

We hugged and surrounded our bodies with our arms. Savoring the feel and sensation of each others body.

My cock spasmed as it rubbed against the warm, hairy mound that was Dari's wet, moist, tunnel of love.

Our lips parted; our eyes met for a brief second. Lust and desire were burning deep from within them.

Dari started to kiss her way down my chest. Her goal was clear; the twitching member of manhood pointing at her lovely body.

She got on her knees; My cock was pistoning up and down. Precum was dripping from it's head.

The black skinned goddest smiled up at me as her mouth opened to recieve my lovetool. Slowly at first; Dari began to lick and kiss the tip of my penis. Each lick, kiss, and soft suck on my cock caused a wave of pleasure to radiate from my manhood throughout my body.

I moaned as Dari's experienced mouth took the length of my cock into the soft. willing treasure of her throat. 

She began bobbing her head back and forth; slowly deepthroating me. Each suck on my cock was heaven on earth.

Dari was a prize, cocksucking cunt. That was for sure!

I moaned out loud as my balls tightened; my orgasm near. Dari grabbed my ass cheeks in her hands and concentrated her licking and sucking on the head and first two or three inches of my lovepole.

Her lovely mouth and tongue gave one final lick and suck causing my penis to erupt! My cock spasmed and jerked as it emptied its contents deep into the willing receptical of Dari's beautiful mouth! 

She swallowed each spurt I could give her and then some! The pretty black newscaster drained me of my love juice.

When my flacid little friend could give no more; darling Dari gave it one final kiss.

Getting back to her feet; she kissed me long and hard. She shared the flavor of my cum with her.

"How's that?" She questioned me. Her lovely brown eyes sparkling at me.

"Oh God!" Was the only answer I could give her. My knees were weak; my legs felt like rubber.

My beautiful, ebony skinned, love goddest had just given me the blowjob of my life! Dari Alexander had sucked my gonads dry!

"Now it's MY turn to cum!" She said this to me as she walked back to the stuffed chair in the corner of the room.

She sat down on the chair and positioned her legs on it's arms. The sight of her spread lean legs; revealing her hairy bush; was an instant turn on for me.

I wanted to go slow. I wanted to entice and pleasure her like she had me. But in the end; carnal lust won out.

I burried my face deep inside of her hairy mound of love. My mouth and tongue searched out her hot tasty cunt and savored the flavor of her womanly love nectar.

My tongue was drawn like a magnet to her erect love nub. When my tongue licked her clitoris; Dari screamed out in passion! Her legs tightened around my head and she started to thrust her pelvis up at my face.

My tongue continued it's assault upon Dari's clitty. Each kiss and lick giving her pleasure! I gave one last lick and thrust of my tongue into her moist cunt which sent her over the edge.

She screamed out with desire as her orgasm overtook her. Her black honeypot spewed forth it's love nectar into my throat and on my face. I swallowed what I was able and let the rest of her love juice cover my face.

When my love munch was over; I lifted my pussy cum drenched face from between her legs. Her face was contorted in ecstacy as her orgasm continued.

Her pussy was spasming; inviting me to impale it. I positioned myelf at her entrance and thrust myself deep inside of her convulsing love tunnel.

Her pulsating pussy surrounded and gripped my cock in it's grasp. She let out another scream as my thrusting member continued to bury itself deeper and deeper inside her. I could not hold out for very long in this ride of lust. Soon my love member was depositing it's hot, creamy, jism deep inside of beautiful Dari's love hole!

We laid there together for a few minutes. We enjoyed the closeness of one another. Damn! I'm telling you now that Dari is one hot, tight, piece of ass!

I pulled my spent member out of her still spasming pussy. Dari was still in the throes of her last orgasm. I stood back and admired my work. Hey, it takes two to tango you know!

After a few more minutes, Dari finally came down from her orgasmic ecstacy! The lovely lady sure can cum!

I kissed her and then began to kiss her breasts as my hands found their way down her body. 

When my mouth reached her breasts; I tenderly took a nipple into my mouth and sucked and swirled my tongue around it. My hand pinched and fondled her other breast. I switched my mouth and hands from one breast to the other. 

Dari was moaning in pleasure as I sucked and fondled her black melons of womanhood. She grabbed my head and kissed it as I enjoyed her mounds of flesh.

After a few more minutes; my penis was once again; up and ready for action. I raised my head from Dari's chest and looked into my beautiful black lovers eyes. I started to ask for what I wanted next; but the pretty reporter beat me to the punch.

Dari kissed me again and got up out of the overstuffed chair. Without saying a word, she turned around and placed her hands on the back of the chair. She wiggled her hips and smiled back at me.

"I want you to fuck my tight, black ass now!" It was a dream come true; or should I say 'cum' true.

I softly kissed each velvetly smooth ass cheek of Dari's perfect butt. I wanted to thank her sweet ass for the ride it was about to give me.

I positioned myself behind her soft sexy butt cheeks and spread them apart. Her puckered little browneye stared at me; inviting me to enjoy the pleasure that it can give.

Dari shuddered as I slipped my white ass reamer into her forbidden hole. I took it slow and easy; I did not want to spoil this for either of us.

Finally my penis was completely engulphed my her anus. Dari's beautiful ass was so very tight! I slowly began thrusting my self in and out of that sexy black ass. Dari thrust her hips back at me in unison. 

Her breath started to come in short puffs as she started to buck her hips back at me faster.

Almost at a whisper; Dari looked over her shoulder at me and commanded: "Fuck my ass hard; please!"

As I am great at taking orders from a beautiful woman; I proceeded to fullfil Dari's wish.

I began to slam my white ass reamer deep up that beautiful, tight black ass! I grabbed her hips and pounded my pecker as hard and as far as I could reach. It was apparent that Dari was no stranger at having her; oh so sexy and tight; ass invaded by a thrusting lovepole!

I increased my slamming of that beautiful black butt until I could hold back no longer!




Double Dari



Dari screamed out; "YES!" As my lovepole began to sputter and spurt it's load of cum deep inside of Dari's anal receptical. My penis spewed forth four or five streams of hot, creamy, cum deep within Dari's sexy ass.

When it was over; I did not want to pull out of that beautful, just fucked; ass.

I reluctantly pulled my flacid member out of Dari's butt. It's anal adventure over!

Dari turned around and kissed me once again; thanking me for the ass reaming I had just given her.

She then dropped to her knees and prepared to clean my cock with her lovely mouth. I had never had a girl perform the 'big nasty' on me before. My cum and brown stained penis sprang back to attention for the unheard of action it was about to recieve.

"Would you mind if I did that?" A soft, sexy, voice came from the doorway of the file room.

Standing in the shaddow of the doorway was the half naked figure of another beautiful black Foxxy News lady; Lauren Green!

"Be my guest." said Dari as she got up off of her knees.

Lauren had discarded her tight red sweater. Her two magnificent breasts; [they were larger than Dari's]; hung down waiting to be sucked on. But first, the lovely Miss Green had some sucking to do on her own: my penis!

Lauren wasted no time in starting her task. With the experience of someone who has done this many times before; she proceeded to kiss and lick and suck my cock clean. 

Once more I was in heaven as a very beautiful lady with ebony colored skin sucked me off!

I was about to cum once more. I grasped the top of Lauren's head and began thrusting my cock in and out of that lovely mouth! The only sounds were the sucking, slurping, sounds of Lauren performing her 'flute magic' on me and my moans of lust and rapture!


I increased my tempo of thrusting as my impending orgasm neared. The face fucking I was giving her; and the great blowjob I was recieving from Lauren would soon end!

I felt the stream of jism rise from deep within my scrotum. Sensing this, Lauren took my cock out of her lovely mouth and started to pump my member faster and faster! 

She stuck out her tongue and gave one last lick to my ready to explode penis!

I let out a cry of pleasure as my cock spewed out stream after stream of my hot, creamy, cum all over Lauren's beautiful face and breasts!

When I had finished giving Lauren's lovely face my cream facial; she kissed my cock. Just like Dari had done.

Figuring this fuck-fest with my two beautiful black lovers was over; I went to where my clothes were piled on the floor to get dressed.

"Not so fast, loverboy! Just where do you think you are going?" This came from Dari who was lying back on the old couch; her legs spread wide. "We've only just started our lovemaking!"

"And you're not going to forget about me, are you?" This was from the now totaly naked, Lauren Green.

Lauren went to the couch where Dari Alexander was spread eagle; and burried her face into Dari's hairy honeypot.

As I watched Lauren enjoy the tasty fruit of Dari's sweet, succulent, pussy; I positioned myself behind Lauren's sexy anus. 

I pushed my cock deep inside of Lauren's beautiful, tight, ass and began to partake of it's pleasure.

As I humped and fucked the beautiful black lady in front of me I thought to myself; "Wow! This turned out to be a great weekend after all! A chance at a Double Dari love-fest and Lauren Green for desert!" 

I made a mental note to myself to thank Mad Marty for making me come into work this saturday.

God; I LOVE MY JOB!



Double Date



Several years ago before we married Debbie and I (John) went on a double date that changed us forever. We were seniors in high school, Jesse a friend of Debbie's friend wanted to double date with his new girlfriend Sally, Debbie and I. Jesse and I played basketball together but I wouldn't call us good friends or any thing like that. Jesse was very cocky, tall and always trying to brag about his latest fuck. Some how he had manage to start seeing Sally a girl that was in college. Jesse would talk about what a great lay she was and how she was so wild.

We were going to the dance in the gym at school so I picked up Debbie, then Jesse and finally Sally. The dance was uneventful so Jesse talked us into going to the park five miles out of town. As we drove there I was able to look back a few times, the last time I looked back Sally was naked from the waist up. Sally had small tits but the one nipple I could see seemed large. Jesse was sucking on her other tit, I motioned Debbie to look back. Debbie whispered in my ear as I drove that Jesse was undoing her pants. By the time I parked Jesse had Sally's pants down to her ankles and had his hand between her legs.

Debbie turned to me and we started to kiss, what was going on in the back seat really seemed to catch Debbie's attention. While Debbie was looking back I was kissing her neck and bringing my hand under her short dress. I was actually rubbing her pussy, something Debbie had only allowed me to do through her pants. Now I was moving her panties aside as my finger rubbed her clit. I looked back when I saw something out of the corner eyes, it was Jesse's shirt his pants were already off and his cock was sticking out, it almost seemed to be pointed at Debbie. As now she was on her knees looking to the back seat, we both just looked as Jesse aimed his cock toward Sally's pussy. We watched as Jesse rubbed his cock against her clit a few times then he opened her pussy lips with his fingers right before he jammed his cock into her. When he was all the way in Sally wrapped her legs around his ass and seemed to pulled him in further.

Debbie whispered that is so hot and we kissed. Debbie surprised me by reaching down and pulling off her dress. Debbie's tits were larger than Sally's and seemed to pour out of her bra. We kissed and I pushed down her bra straps to expose her beauty to me. Up until now Debbie had been very conservative, our petting had been with all our clothes on. I could hear moaning in the back seat but was more interested in Debbie's tits, plus Debbie kept saying wow look at them fuck while I sucked on her tits. My hands were trying to remove Debbie's panties to no avail, so I settled with again pushing them aside. After rubbing her for a few minutes my finger were getting slick and I found Debbie's virgin hole. When I inserted my finger she jerked up but came back down onto my finger pushing it further into her virgin pussy. I started to pull it out rub her clit and push my finger back into her tight pussy.

Debbie was now sliding down on the seat toward the door I again tried to pull off her panties but Debbie refused. As Debbie repositioned herself I looked into the back seat, Jesse was pounding Sally as hard as he could, Sally looked at me and smiled she grabbed my hand from the seat brought it to her mouth and sucked the finger that had been in Debbie's pussy. I pulled off my shirt before bending down to kiss Debbie, as we kissed I somehow managed to get my hand between us to finger fuck her again. Jesse yelled that he was cumin causing Debbie to moved up on the door to see. This brought my face down to her belly button I quickly thought to move down and was staring at the first pussy I had seen in person. I had heard of people eating pussy so I put my tongue at the top and licked, it tasted a bit salty but this did not stop me from licking her some more. I must have been doing something right cause Debbie moved giving me more room to lick. Suddenly Debbie moaned and the taste turned sweeter, I licked her for a minute longer as she came down from her first orgasm. I looked to Debbie's face and was surprised to see Jesse's hand playing with one of Debbie's tits, as I pushed it away I looked into the back seat almost straight into Sally's ass. Sally was giving Jesse a blowjob, I fumbled with my pants to release my cock then bent down to kiss Debbie.

I could see Jesse with lust in his eyes taking in all of Debbie's beauty I covered her up with my body and was reaching down to aim my cock to Debbie's virgin pussy when she whispered "we can't go all the way." I was so frustrated I just sat up, my cock was aching for release that it was not getting here Debbie sat next to me saying "please understand." I was angry but I hugged her, when I did this I again could see into the back seat only from this vantage point I was looking at Sally's ass and could make out her pussy. My hand reached into the back and I rubbed her ass, I let my hand reach further down till I felt only my second pussy in my life. This pussy was all wet and very slick, cum just every where Debbie noticed what I was doing just as I pushed my finger into Sally's wet pussy. It felt so good and slick my finger slipped right in.. Debbie yelled "what are you doing?."

This caused Jesse to open his eyes, he smiled and said "lets switch," Debbie response was "NO NO" but I quickly said OK!. Sally sat up in the back seat, Jesse opened his door and ran around the car as I jumped over the seat into his place. As I got into place with Debbie looking at me , Sally quickly reached down and put my cock into her mouth, I saw a tear coming down Debbie's face Jesse hugged her saying it was OK. It felt good having Sally's lips around my cock she would pull it out and lick the under side till she reached my balls taking on then the other in her mouth. Sally would then put my whole cock in her mouth again. I looked to see Jesse and Debbie kissing for a minute then they both slid down where I couldn't see them any more. Sally had me cumin in no time I was filling her mouth with cum, this was the first time I had cum at someone else's hands sought of speak.

Sally quickly said "it's my turn" she change position and laid down on the seat opening her legs to me. I wanting to return the favor she had just done for me moved onto the floor of the car and just went down on her. I forgot all about Debbie and Jesse, I forgot that Jesse had just cum in her pussy till I was already licking her pussy. It was a different taste but not really bad, Sally was pushing her hips toward me to get more of my tongue into her pussy. Just then I felt something land on my head, I reached up only to find a pair of panties. It took me a few seconds to realize that they were Debbie's. I turned my head to see Debbie's foot on top of the front seat.

As I raised up I heard Debbie moan, I looked over to the front seat to see Jesse between Debbie's spread open legs. He was pushing his cock into Debbie's tight virgin pussy, it was my turn to yell "NO." Debbie's eyes opened she reached out to my hand and squeezed it as Jesse said "this sure is one tight pussy." I sat there dumbfounded as Jesse just fucked Debbie, he lifted his body and now I could see their coupling I could see Jesse's cock slide in and out of Debbie's pussy the sight was erotic and disturbing at the same time. Jesse kept say "this is some good pussy" as he pumped in and out of her pussy. I watched as Jesse groaned and filled Debbie up with his cum, I couldn't believe that Debbie had allowed Jesse to fuck her to take her virginity.

I opened the back door and followed Jesse's previous route running around the car and getting in the front, mean while Jesse jumped into the back seat. As I opened the door allowing the light to turn on I could now see Debbie still laying there her legs wide open I believe in could see into her pussy with cum dripping out of her. Debbie sat up to say "lets go home." I grabbed my pants put them on, pulled on my shirt and drove quietly into town we dropped off Jesse and Sally at Jesse's house then drove to Debbie's. Finally I asked "why did you do this?"

"because you were with that bitch" was Debbie's response.

"turn on the light so I can find my panties"

I did as she asked then she leaned over the seat looking for her panties this cause her short dress that she had just put back on during the ride into town to rise and expose her wet ass and pussy. I don't know why but I grabbed her ass cheeks opened them up as well as her pussy and I licked her pussy. Debbie turned to me saying "if you are going to do that then do it right" with that she laid down on the front seat lifting her dress to her hips opened her legs saying "look what you made me do, now clean me up." This was the second time this night I was eating Jesse's cum from a pussy he had just finished fucking. Debbie was telling me to lick her some more and saying "that will teach you." Finally she I could fell her body shake and tremble. Debbie pick up my head from her pussy to ask if I like it?. I told her the truth that it was a turn-on to see her fuck. Debbie kissed saying "good night." 

"aren't we going to fuck?"

"not tonight" she responded and got out of the car.

The next Monday about four different guys asked if they could double date with me and Debbie, I guess Jesse was bragging. Debbie was there when the last one asked and she said OK. That turned out to be a replay of this night. I didn't get to fuck Debbie until after school finished seven weeks later, during this time we double dated with four different guy same results. Debbie and I married just two weeks after she took my virginity. I got a job and soon had coworkers over my house all the time, but that is a deferent story if you want to hear about it please comment...



Double Date



It was Saturday morning, and both Kim and Kassidy were happy, they had gone to the frat party, and they had both been fucked. Kim, as usual, was awake before her sister, and she was kissing and licking at Kassidy's nipples. She loved to wake her sister this way, and she was going to do it again. She loved the taste of sex in the early morning, whether it be a cock or Kassidy's beautiful cunt. She worked her way down Kassidy's body heading for the sweet nectar pot that she had between her legs. Kim could still smell Shane's cock on Kassidy's body, and it drove her wild. She pushed her tongue deep into her sister's body as Kassidy's legs automatically opened wider. Kass's eyes opened and she smiled at Kim. She knew she would be brought to orgasm quickly this morning because she was thinking about the ass fucking she had got last night. Since the night she and Kim and their mother had gone to the Hilton and she and Kim had both been fucked in the ass by five guys they had picked up, she had wanted this more than anything.

Kim pushed her tongue deep into Kassidy's cunt, as she felt her sister grab her head and hold her she felt her sisters juices cover her face and she licked the folds of her vagina to get all of the liquids she could. When she was finished she pushed Kassidy's knees up exposing her ass hole and Kim kissed it and said "Good morning Kassidy."

Kassidy said good morning back and they kissed each other deeply. They had loved each other since they were little girls and had been having sex with each other for the past 7 years. They cuddled and held each other saying sweet things to each other when they phone rang. 

Kim picked the phone up and said "Hello."

"Hello, baby, how are you two doing this morning?"

"Great, Mom, what's up?"

"I was wondering if you two could come home next weekend, I'll send you the plane fare. I feel like having a party and wondered if you two might be able to help."

"Hang on Mom." Kim covered the phone and asked Kassidy what her mother had wanted to know. Kassidy told Kim it would be okay with her if she wanted too. Kim uncovered the phone, and told Lynne, "We'd love to, Mom. What kind of party are you going to have?"

"I'm thinking of asking some of Johnny's old friends over and I thought you girls might be able to handle some of the entertainment, if you know what I mean. I know I could handle all of them, but I thought they might like to have a little variety. What do you say?"

Kim said, "So you want us to whore for you. You are soooo bad, Mom. It sounds like fun."

"Remember most of his friends are as old or almost as old as he was."

"That will be okay, we don't care about how old somebody is, you showed us that when you started living with Johnny."

"I'll see you next week then, I love you both. Bye bye."

"Bye, Mom, we'll call you this week and let you knew what time we'll be there."

When Lynne hung up the phone, she smiled to herself. She was happy her daughters had agreed to help her, she was going to call 20 or 30 of Johnny's friends and tell them about the party. She had already had sex with at least 10 of them and she looked forward to letting them loose on her daughters. She wanted them prepared for real life, and she loved the time they had spent together in the Hilton when they were here during the holidays. She had seen both of them get fucked in the ass for the first time, and she noticed that Kim enjoyed sucking cocks as much as she did, and she was glad they liked black men. She chuckled to herself as she thought "They are as much of whores as their mother." She wondered what they did last night.

When Kim put the phone down she leaned down and kissed Kassidy passionately as her hand covered her cunt. She pulled back and told Kassidy they need to go to the library and get their work done. They showered and went to study.

Kassidy and Kim left the library about 5:30 after finishing what they had to do, and were walking back to their dorm, when two guys from the football team, Darnell and Armand met them and they started talking first about school, football and eventually they started talking about sex. Kassidy had dated Darnell and unknown to him, he had been fucked by both of them, they had done their switching thing and he had never known the difference.

Kassidy asked what Darnell was going to be doing later and he said he didn't actually have plans, why?

Kassidy said she was just curious, meanwhile Kim was talking with Armand and he had asked if she would like to go out tonight. She told him she would love to and she giggled as she thought about Darnell. Kim told Armand that she wanted Kassidy to go with them, and he turned and asked Darnell if he wanted to go to the same club they were going to. Darnell told Kassidy that he had just found something to do for the evening and asked if she wanted to go with him. She laughed and said she would love to. They said goodbye and agreed to meet at 8:00 outside their dorm. 

At 8:00 they stood outside when a red camaro pulled up and Darnell got out of the passenger side and helped Kassidy into the back seat. Kim got in the front next to Armand and closed her door. The girls had worn short blue jean skirts, sweatshirts and tennis shoes. When Kim sat down her skirt rose up her thighs showing lots of leg. Armand put the car in gear and they started to drive away. She looked into the back seat and saw that Darnell had his arm around her sister, and his hand was holding her left breast. Kassidy smiled at her and they asked where they were going for the evening.

Armand looked in the rear view mirror and laughed as he said, "We're going to take you to a black club in Augusta. Is that okay with you?"

Kim told him it was great for her, and looked into the back seat to ask Kassidy, who was kissing Darnell while he hand his hand beneath her skirt and probably was fingering her from the way it looked. Kim asked "Warm in there Darnell?"

Darnell pulled his hand from beneath Kassidy's skirt and Kim could see that his fingers were wet from her juices. He looked at Kim and put the fingers in his mouth. Kassidy moaned and she grabbed his crotch rubbing his cock through his jeans. Kim leaned over to Armand and told him "I don't want them to have all the fun" and with that she put her head in his lap, and began to fondle his cock through his jeans. Armand caressed her hair as she lay in his lap, and thought to himself "Damn this bitch is going to suck my cock I bet."

Sure enough, Kim worked Armand's pants open, reached in and pulled his cock out. She opened her mouth and put the head of his 8 inch cock into her mouth and started to make sucking noises as she worked his cock. She loved the taste of cock and she began to bob her head as Armand said "Damn girl, I've got to drive, but fuck your mouth feels good."

Kassidy leaned up and looked into the front seat and saw her sister with her mouth full of black cock. Darnell pulled her back and ran his finger into her pussy as she spread her legs wide. She knew she would have to blow him too before they got to the club, so she enjoyed the fingering then pushed him aside and leaned over and undid his pants and pulled his cock free. She took him into her mouth. Darnell had a nice cock about 8-8 1/2 inches long and thick. She began to suck him and the only noise in the car was the sound of the girls slurping cocks as they proceeded to give their dates a good cocksucking. They were still working of the cocks when Armand pulled into the parking lot, but that didn't stop them. Darnell was first and announced "I'm gonna cum" as he filled Kassidy's mouth with his sperm. She sucked down every drop, and they both sat up and looked over the seat as Armand began to pump his sperm into Kim's mouth and they watched as she swallowed and sat up and licked her lips. "I needed that" she said, and they straightened themselves and opened the car doors and walked toward the club. 

When they entered the club, the girls looked around and saw that they were the only white women in the club, but that didn't bother them at all. A lot of eyes were on them as they found a seat and sat down, they ordered a drink and talked. Darnell told Kassidy that he was still horny as hell, and he put his arm around her and pulled her close as he kissed her and ran his hand back up her skirt. Kassidy kissed him back passionately and her legs parted to allow him access to her pussy. 

Kim told Armand "Looks like Darnell needs to get laid tonight" and she laughed. Armand said, "So do I Kim." Kim smiled at him and took a swig of her beer, she snuggled against him and whispered, "Don't worry Armand, you'll get laid tonight, I promise you that." Kim and Armand went to the dance floor and began to dance, Armand showing off his moves and making moves that looked more like fucking than dancing, but he was good, and Kim loved dancing with him. They spent a lot of time openly kissing while they danced, and she wanted to suck his cock again so bad her pussy was staying wet. She excused herself to go pee and Kassidy decided to join her. They headed for the ladies room and went in to relieve themselves. They talked about how horny these two men were and what they were going to do with them this evening. When they finished, they exited the door and were met by three large guys who told them how nice "You little white whore's looked" The biggest of the three grabbed Kim and held her. He asked her if she would like some more black cock, except a man's cock instead of a little boys. She felt his cock press against her and knew it was huge. The man bent down and kissed her pushing his tongue into her mouth. She moaned and kissed him back. 

Kassidy stood between the other two men, and one of them said, "Looks like your sister likes Jeremy, little slut" She looked at Kim and saw that she was kissing back like she wanted to stick her tongue down his throat. She watched as the big man put his hands on Kim's ass and held one cheek in each hand as he ground his cock into her body. Kim's skirt had risen and you could see the bottom of her ass cheeks, and Kassidy watched as the man ran his hands under the hem of her skirt and over her bare ass. 


Just then, Darnell came into view and said, "What do you think you're doing"

"Looks like we're going to take these little ladies home for you, boy. Looks like they want a man instead of a little wimp." The large man next to Kassidy told him.

Armand walked over and said "Damn it Jeremy, leave my woman alone."

Jeremy looked at Armand and told him, "Boy go home to your mama, this little whore is going with me tonight." He held onto Kim and held her breast in his hand as he talked with his nephew. She mouthed the words "What are you going to do?" to Armand, but he didn't reply.

Armand talked with Darnell a minute and told him that his uncle and the two men were ex-convicts and they would beat the shit out of them if they did anything. So they turned and left Kim and Kassidy with Jeremy and the two other men. Jeremy took Kim back in his arms and ran his tongue into her mouth as he reached down and pulled her skirt up so her could run his finger along the slit of her cunt. She moaned as he slipped his finger into her up to the second knuckle. The men close to Kassidy ran their hands over her body as the three of them watched Jeremy manhandle her sister.

Jeremy took Kim's hand and led her to the door and out into the parking lot. They went to an old Lincoln in the parking lot, he opened the back door and pushed her in. The others had followed and Kassidy climbed into the front seat between them as she heard the zipper in the back seat. She looked back to see her sister being fed 12 inches of black cock as Jeremy said let's go to the house. The driver started the car and Kassidy heard Kim moan as she heard Jeremy say "Suck my cock you fucking white slut, before this night is over you're going to suck a lot of black cock."

Kassidy moved close to the passenger in the front seat, and reached down to put her hand on his crotch. What she felt stunned her, she had never felt a cock this large, she couldn't even begin to close her had around it's girth, but she knew she was going to find out soon just how big it was. There was no doubt that these men were going to fuck the sisters tonight, and she looked forward to it. She reached up and kissed the man next to her, running her tongue into his mouth tasting the cheap liquor he had been drinking. She opened his zipper and pulled his cock out it must have been 14 inches and as big around as her forearm, she began to pump him as they kissed. They could hear the moans from Jeremy and the slurping sounds Kim's mouth was making as she sucked him. 

Jeremy pulled away from her all of a sudden and Kim was stunned and he pushed her forward and pushed her legs apart. He climbed between them and put his cock to her cunt, and with a brutal force he rammed all 11 inches home. Kim screamed as she was skewered with his cock. She felt so full that she tears came to her eyes as he began to fuck her. 

Kassidy was working the cock in her hand and the driver said, "How about me you white slut?" so she took her other hand and felt for his crotch, and discovered he had already taken his cock free and she wrapped her hand around it and began to stroke it as well. She heard her sister moan and breath deeply as she was getting fucked and she stroked both of those beautiful cocks in her hands. While he wasn't as big as the passenger, the driver's cock was at least 9 or 10 inches and her hand again couldn't close around it. She couldn't wait to get somewhere and let these men fuck her. She looked over her shoulder and saw Kim, legs wrapped around Jeremy fucking the hell out of him. He was pounding her fast and hard and she was breathing very quickly. Kim hollered "I'm cumming again, God you are so good, damn, I love the way you fuck me."

Jeremy pulled out of Kim and positioned his cock over her face, and told her to finish him off. She began to take him in her mouth and he said "No you whore, jerk me off I want to cum in your face, you white slut. Jerk that big black cock into your face."

Kim took his cock and began to jerk him looking directly at the pee slit as she did. He began to show just a little white as she jerked and then she saw the slit open wide and she felt his cock swell and the first stream hit her between the eyes, the second shot into her hair and finished across her cheek the third hit her open mouth covering her tongue with his sperm the fourth shot into her open mouth and slid down her throat. He grabbed his cock and continued to jerk it as the cum subsided and he offered it to her and said "Clean it you cocksucker, I hate to put it back dirty." She did as she was told and cleaned the head and made special effort with the pee slit, she cleaned him deep and he pulled it free of her mouth and pulled his pants back up. 

Kassidy looked at her sister, she was covered in cum, and it made Kassidy hornier than ever. Her hands continued stroking the cocks in her hands.

Jeremy sat back and looked at Kim. "Well at least that is a start to your evening you slut. Sit up and show my friends what you look like."

Kim sat up and the guys looked back at her. "You sure covered her Jeremy, I think it is your best job so far."

They laughed. They pulled into a dirt road and went about ½ mile down it. They came on an old house and stopped the car. Kassidy looked out the window and saw 7 guys sitting on the porch drinking beer. For the first time she looked a little nervous. Jeremy opened the back door and pulled Kim out and said, "She's all yours"

The night was about to begin.



Double Date



 by Zebulon

This is a work of fiction. No reference to real persons is intended. It contains strong, non-traditional sexual imagery and language. If you don't like this kind of thing, don't read it.

This story may be reposted anywhere as long as (1) proper credit is given, (2) I am informed of where it is being posted, and (3) I am allowed free access to the web site where it is being posted.        

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"Say again?" His voice was soft and teasing.

She was clearly embarrassed. She looked down at her dessert plate and said, almost in a whisper, "Please."

"Say it again." His voice a bit more commanding.

The small noises of the restaurant had faded completely behind the rushing sound in her ears.

She stared at her half empty plate and mumbled an unconvincing, "No."

"No?" he asked in a playful tone, knowing he'd tapped into a most secret place.

"Not really," she said with a trembling voice, "that is, not exactly."

"Explain." he said almost sweetly while increasing the tempo of his finger movements through her now squishy flesh.

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They had met at a political fund-raiser. Sarah was a beauty from the local college. She was doing volunteer work for the campaign. Jason was a donor. He was tall, dark, and handsome. She was rather surprised to discover how wealthy he was. He seemed rather young to have so much money. She also thought he was a bit arrogant, if charming. He asked her out and she surprised herself by saying yes.

Sarah was even more surprised that their first date had gone so well. He had been a perfect gentleman and they'd had a great time. Within a month she had shared his bed and was again surprised to find he was an excellent lover. She'd somehow expected that with his good looks and money he'd be a dud at lovemaking.

Then the other shoe had dropped. On the third night, when making love, Jason pulled some soft ropes out of nowhere and asked if she'd like to 'play a little game.'

She was very nervous; almost scared. But she also found -- and this was the greatest surprise of all -- she was tremendously turned on by the idea. They played. It was great. She wanted more.

By the end of a few months their relationship had reached the point where they were taking their sex games out in public.

          *  *  *  *  *

Dinner was at a very expensive and exclusive restaurant overlooking the bay. The lighting was subdued, the mood being set by moonlight reflected on the water and a small candle flickering on the table. There was soft romantic music playing in the background.

The food had been sensational. The other diners were absorbed with their own meals and conversations. Jason's fingers were gently sliding through the moist folds of Sarah's womanhood under cover of the long tablecloth. He had made her come to dinner in an expensive evening gown and no panties. Soon after ordering he had slid a hand under the table and hiked her skirt up into her lap. He had been toying with her privates and with her passions ever since.

Then there had been those questions. Idle conversation when anyone was within earshot punctuated with a whole series of personal, confidential, and often embarrassing questions when they were alone. That was the game. 'Had she ever faked an orgasm?' 'How often?' 'Why?' She was obligated to answer truthfully and had been doing so.

'Did she like giving head?' 'What did she like best about it?' 'What was she thinking that first time she asked him to do her from the rear?' That was a big one. She had always had a strange curiosity about anal sex, but she'd never worked up the nerve to ask any of her previous boyfriends to do it that way. With Jason it seemed an easy and almost natural request. And it turned out to be even better than she'd imagined.

'How long had she known she was a bottom?' 'Why did she like it so much?' 'What did she want to try that they hadn't already done?' She found, without much surprise, that having to answer these embarrassing questions in this public place was turning her on tremendously. Her pussy had been slightly moist when they'd started. It was quite damp now. She was afraid the back of her gown must be getting a wet spot and worried it would show when she got up to leave. She was very grateful for the dim lighting.

Then came the question she had been passionately dreading. It had really struck a nerve and she had done a miserable job of trying to hide the fact. 'Have you ever had sex with another woman?'

She had somehow known the question would be asked sooner or later. A part of her had actually been looking forward to it.

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Jason knew early that he liked bondage and domination games. But finding playmates who shared his passion wasn't easy. When he first started dating he'd found only one. Then his father died and left him a large successful company and a fortune in cash and stocks. That made things considerably easier. And he'd developed an instinct. Over time he'd learned things to say and questions to ask when talking with new girls. More importantly, he'd learned how to interpret their answers. Now about one of every three girls he dated ended up being added to the growing list in his little black book.

And being rich he wasn't obligated to play by the same rules as, what his father had called, 'the little people.' He wasn't monogamous and didn't pretend to be. He was, in fact, very truthful to his playmates about his other partners. Those who could live with it did so. The others left. And still his list of names grew.

Sarah had been quite a find. She was a tall girl with a vaguely middle-eastern look. Something in her shape and bearing reminded one of a belly dancer. But her skin tones weren't dark. And her long wavy hair was such a light brown it almost looked blond. All in all, Jason thought she was quite a treat. And then to discover her deep capacity for submission.

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He thought about her non-answer as he continued to stroke his finger over her clit. Even in the unclear light he could tell she was blushing furiously. "Go on, explain," he again prompted.

Sarah was stuck and knew it. "I . . . That is, I've never actually been with another woman."

"But you think about it?"

She flushed even deeper and nodded her head.

"You think about it a lot. Don't you?"

Bingo! He'd hit the mark. Sarah, still looking down, closed her eyes and said, "Yes, sir."

"My, my, my, . . . you like women," Jason mused, ". . . and you like to be dominated." His finger slid across her engorged clitoris as he spoke. Sarah unexpectedly tripped over the edge and orgasmed right at the table, just as the waiter was walking up with a carafe to freshen their coffee.

"Please pardon my friend," Jason explained, "she has asthma."

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Their lovemaking that night was the best ever. There was an intensity Sarah had never before experienced.

Then she didn't hear from Jason for the next two weeks. She didn't know if she'd done something wrong. If the whole thing was over. Or if he'd just upped and died.

She was moping around her dorm room one night when the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Are you free Saturday night?"

"Jason, where the hell have you been?"

"Busy," he said brushing aside her question as well as her implied question. "Are you free this Saturday?" he asked with a little more iron in his voice.

She was tempted to say 'No' just to get back at him for leaving her hanging. But instead answered meekly. "Yes, sir."

"Good. My place, 6:45 pm sharp, informal attire, but look nice. Eat a snack before you come, dinner will be late." He paused. She said nothing. "Oh yes," he continued, "and don't beat off between now and then." The phone went dead.

Part of her was furious at this cavalier treatment. But she was also quite turned on by it. Her panties were very damp indeed. She hadn't felt like having sex for over a week. Now she most certainly did. But she couldn't beat off for the next five days. Sarah felt like howling in frustration.

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Jason lived alone in an impressive penthouse apartment in the business district. It wasn't even a penthouse in the regular sense. That is, it wasn't part of an apartment complex. It had started out as a temporary residence for his father, who quite literally 'lived the business.' He had it set up using the entire top floor of his corporate headquarters.

When his father died, Jason made sure the company continued to thrive. Knowing he had no head for business, he'd done a good job of hiring excellent managers to run things. Aside from the occasional public event he was obligated to attend, he stayed out of their way and let the cash roll in. The enterprise grew. Soon the corporate headquarters had moved to a larger and more impressive building in a neighboring city. Jason expanded and converted the top two floors of the building into a rather flamboyant bachelor's pad. The 28th floor he reserved as a buffer and a kind of storage facility against his future needs. The rest of the building had been converted to office space.

All of which made for good neighbors. The building was largely deserted nights and on weekends.

There were security guards to guard his security. There was a maintenance crew to deal with maintenance. And there was a discreet cleaning lady who came three times a week to straighten up, do laundry, and make sure the larder was well stocked.

All in all, it was an ideal life for a young, well-to-do, and rather kinky man-about-town.

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Sarah arrived by taxi at the front door of the complex a bit early. The security guards knew her face and let her in. She took the executive elevator up to the 29th floor and waited in the anteroom, killing time and checking her wristwatch. She wasn't sure what this new game was, but Jason had said '6:45 sharp.' Punctuality had become an important part of their game. So she waited. Before leaving her dorm she had called and set her watch by the atomic clock in Washington.

She fidgeted with her purse and waited some more. At precisely 6:44 and 50 seconds she walked to the apartment door. It opened even as she was raising her hand to knock.

Jason was dressed only in his black smoking jacket. His hair was slightly disheveled and to Sarah he looked positively delicious. Without saying a word he took her in his arms, pulled her close, and favored her with a long, luxurious kiss. She was almost breathless with lust when he broke off and pulled back to look at her.

"You look fabulous," he said, and then added with a sly grin. "Are you ready for an adventure."

Sarah didn't know quite how to respond. Her legs were weak. What did he have planned? She felt powerful jolts of lust, fear, and curiosity. She suddenly found she couldn't muster the will to speak. Instead she just looked at him with all the emotions she was feeling playing clearly over her face.

Jason studied her for a moment. "I'll take that as a 'yes.'" Taking her hand, he walked her through the penthouse to a far corner of the building.

Sarah found herself entering a large unlit room. She'd never seen it before. It was a den or office of some kind. There was a massive desk lost in the gloom in one corner. Wood paneling covered the walls. And there was plenty of fine conservative furniture scattered about. Jason led her to a massive leather sofa facing a great glass window overlooking the city. The sun had just set. The view was magnificent. The city was starting to light up. The bay was still visible in the distance. A large yellow moon was hanging overhead.

Jason didn't stop to admire the view. He turned and gave Sarah another long kiss. Then he reached down, grabbed the bottom of her fuzzy turtleneck sweater and, as she raised her arms, gently lifted it over her head. He kissed her again, reached around, and unsnapped her bra. Removing the garment, he leaned down and nuzzled and kissed her lovely breasts. Sarah's nipples were rigid and hypersensitive. She trembled as he kissed her. Then she noticed a small pile of bondage paraphernalia on the coffee table. She trembled even more.

Sarah wanted to ask questions, but that wasn't the game. And she had to admit that the uncertainty was adding a tremendous dash of excitement to the evening's mix. What did he have planned? She was already moist when he'd started undressing her. By the time she'd noticed the bondage materials, she was positively wet. Her panties were going to begin sticking to her crotch if this went on for long.

But Jason just kept kissing and licking and nibbling and undressing her as he went. He got down on one knee and carefully removed her sneakers and socks. He undid her jeans and slid them down as well. The panties were the last to go. He carelessly tossed her clothes onto the large leather chair.

When Sarah was finally nude, he stood up and stepped back to admire her. "Superb," he said. She suddenly felt extremely self-conscious and stifled an urge to cover her breasts and crotch with her hands.

Jason reached over to the table and removed a leather collar from the pile. He brought it up and held it before her face so that she could look at it. There was a brass plate with an inscription she could just make out in the dim light. It was her name. She didn't know what to say. So 'this' was what the evening was about.

Jason opened the collar and moved to put it around Sarah's neck. She helped him by pulling her long hair up out of his way.

Once the collar was in place he kissed her again. Then he turned her around, facing away from him. She heard him reach down and pick up something else off the table. She felt her hands being cuffed together behind her back. He stepped up against her and reached around her taut body to massage a breast with one hand and her twat with the other. She could feel the stiffness of his prick against her hands as he nuzzled her ear.  If he kept that up for any length of time she would come for sure.

But he didn't keep it up. Just as she was about to grab his member with her cuffed hands, he pulled away again and moved her over to the sofa. With a little help (it was awkward laying down with her hands cuffed behind her), he positioned her so that she was lying on her belly on the sofa.

Jason cuffed her ankles next. He used a short strap to tie her wrist restraints to the ankle restraints. He cinched them tightly. Not so tightly that it was painful, but tight enough that Sarah knew she wasn't going anywhere until he let her.

Jason stepped back again to admire the view.  "Magnificent," he said again. "Simply marvelous." Sarah felt very proud to hear him say that. But she felt more lustful than anything else. 'OK,' she thought, 'he has me tied up. Now what?'

The 'now what' turned out to be a gag. It was made of black leather that almost seemed to match the sofa. There was a soft blunt penis prod on the inside that effectively filled her mouth to capacity. And once strapped in place, it kept her from saying anything or even from making very loud noises.

And then nothing much happened at all. Jason sat on the floor next to her and continued to kiss, lick, rub, and fondle her body around the restraints. But Sarah sensed that he wasn't going anywhere with it. He was just biding his time. It was highly erotic, but her curiosity was starting to drive her crazy.

Then, as he was teasingly running one fingernail over her butt coming tantalizingly close to her crotch, a little chime went off that she never heard before. She turned her head and looked at him. He was glancing up at the wall clock. "Right on time," he said, almost to himself.

Sarah grunted questioningly. He only smiled and continued with his gentle fondling. But noticing her uneasiness he said, "The guards ring me to announce guests." At this, Sarah became quite distressed indeed. Somebody was coming up? Surely he wasn't going to let some stranger see her this way. She thrashed about and grunted objections into the gag.

Jason just smiled again and gave her butt cheek a serious slap. It stung. "Quiet," he said. "This is part of the adventure."

Sarah quieted but didn't lose any of her agitation. She could hear the elevator mechanism gently whirring in the background.

Jason again glanced at the clock and then stood up. Leaning over, he kissed her ear and whispered, "Now don't go anywhere." And he was gone. Sarah was left to writhe in her bondage. This she did for just a half minute. Then, realizing how hopeless that was, she got as quiet as possible and listened intently.

At first nothing. The elevator had stopped. She looked up at the clock. 7:14 pm. The second hand was coming up to 7:15. With 20 seconds to go there came a distant knock. 'Hmmph' Sarah thought with a vague sense of superiority 'whoever it is didn't set his watch as accurately as she had.'

A few seconds later she heard the front door open. There was a quiet muffled conversation. Try as she might, she couldn't make out the words. The voices came closer, and Sarah thought she would void her bladder on the nice leather sofa. But the voices turned aside and began ascending the stairs before reaching her.

She was breathing a sigh of relief when she heard the only words she could make out. It was Jason saying, "Are you ready for an adventure?" Then the voices were out of range and try as she might, Sarah could hear no more. She was left trembling in her constraints.

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Jason met Daria in college. He was a junior and she was a freshman. She was the most heartbreakingly beautiful girl he had ever seen. But when he studied her face closely, he could never understand why. Nothing seemed to match. Her face was almost square. Her eyes seemed too big and her eyebrows too pronounced. Her nose was slightly upturned and seemed the wrong shape for her face. Her lower lip was too thick and her upper lip too thin. Her mouth was crooked and ears were too big. There was no reason to believe that all these mismatched features put together would spell beauty. But they did. She was absolutely gorgeous and, not only Jason, but everyone who saw her thought so.

Daria had an equally lovely body. Just about average height, she had a very athletic build and deep brown hair. She also had a set of rather impressive and very firm breasts. Jason also discovered she had a wonderful capacity for and interest in sex. And she loved to try new things.

Together they discovered bondage. This lasted until Jason's graduation a year and a half later. Then Daria suddenly and rather unexpectedly had gotten cold feet. Jason was getting a little too serious for her. She was afraid he might start talking marriage. And their sex play was becoming more intense all the time. More intense than she seemed ready for. One day, a few weeks before graduation, he'd asked if she wanted him to take her to a sex club and put her on stage. That threw her for a bit of a loop. She said she'd think about it.

While she was thinking, Jason's father died very unexpectedly. First he was gone and when he returned he was busy. They hardly had time to speak during his final two weeks of classes and examinations. When he graduated he left for good. And that seemed to be that. Daria did get one phone message from him a few weeks later. It was on her answering machine with his new number, but she never called back.

In a fit of what was almost remorse, Daria went back to vanilla sex. For awhile she didn't miss her wilder side. She told herself it was just a phase she had gone through. She joined the cheerleading team. By the time her own graduation came up she'd met and gotten engaged to the star defensive end. Her life was starting to develop in a very traditional way. And that might have been the end of that . . . .




Double Date



Except that one week before her wedding, she'd caught her husband-to-be in bed . . . 

. . . with another man.

So the marriage was off. At first Daria didn't know if it was the infidelity or the homosexuality that bothered her more. She just knew she was pissed.

She got back in touch with Jason. She needed to talk with someone and he was the obvious choice. But they hadn't spoken in over two years. The number he'd left her didn't work, so she looked him up through the alumni association. She sent him an Email and he sent an immediate and very friendly reply. They traded recent histories. He told her about how busy he'd been since his father's death but didn't mention anything about his new found wealth. She told him about her broken engagement and he turned out to be a great listener. They went back to being good friends. But it was clear their relationship wasn't about to pick up where it had broken off. A distance remained between them.

For the next several years they were Email friends only but they shared a great many confidences. And largely through their correspondence, Daria worked the anger out of her system. She came to understand that the problem with her ex- fiance had not been the homosexuality. It had been the infidelity. She knew this because she began to realize she had deep-seated bi-sexual feelings of her own. 'Hmmmph. How about that?' She confided these thoughts and feelings to Jason even as they continued to live their separate lives.

One day, the company Daria worked for folded. Jason offered to help her to find a new job. 'Where did she want to live? He could find her a job almost anywhere.' This seemed to be an invitation to move closer to him if she wished. They hadn't seen each other or had a real-time phone conversation since college. She mulled it over for a couple of days before deciding. Then she picked up the phone and dialed. It seemed to break some kind of ice and they talked for hours. In the end she asked him to find her a job in the city where he was living. She would give it a try, at least for a while.

They went back to being close friends. But not bed partners. They continued to correspond by Email and talk on the phone. They would even get together now and then for dinner. But each seemed to be waiting for the other to make the first move. Perhaps this had to do with Daria's confusion about her sexual identity. Since the break up of her engagement, she'd had several sex partners but they had all been men. Yet the knowledge of her sexual attraction to other women kept gnawing at her. She'd been talking with Jason about this for years. Neither knew what it might mean in terms of any possible future relationship.

Things might have stayed this way forever. But then came that fateful dinner with Sarah. Jason had several possible sex partners in mind for a little manage a trois. But Daria might be perfect. In fact, she might be more than perfect. Of course, he might be risking their friendship. Then again . . .

He called her unexpectedly and told her he had something extraordinary in mind. He gave her just enough hints to start her juices flowing. Was she interested? She spent almost a week considering the implications. 

Jason didn't pressure her at all. He just waited. She called. 'What exactly did he have in mind.' She could almost hear him grinning over the phone. "You'll just have to trust me," he said.

She spent a few more days agonizing about it before calling back and saying, "Yes."

She could feel that grin over the phone again. There were a few long moments of silence. "OK," he finally said, "here's the deal. First thing, don't beat off between now and then."

"What?"

"You heard me." Another silent grin. "I want you ripe and ready for this little adventure."

"And?"

"And I'll send you details once I have them. Check your Email."

          *  *  *  *  *

Sarah felt like she'd been lying there for hours. But when she heard the unmistakable sounds of returning footsteps she glanced up at the clock and realized that it had only been about twenty-five minutes.

"And how have we been?" Jason asked as he entered the darkened room. "Still horny, I hope."

Sarah started to protest into her gag but quickly gave that up as futile. Besides, the truth was that she was indeed, still quite horny. Her mind had been running circles trying to guess what Jason was up to. She hadn't been able to  †¡Ïrstand anything the guest had said. But unmistakably the voice was soft and sexy and very feminine.

Sarah thought about her last date with Jason and all of those questions. She remembered especially those final questions about her secret lusts. And now he had brought her here along with another woman. She spent the whole time she was alone working herself into a terrible state of erotic tension pouring over the myriad possibilities of what the evening held in store. 'Yes,' she wanted to tell him. 'Yes, I have these secret desires all the time. But I'm not sure I really want to do anything about them. At least not yet. I don't think I'm ready for it.'

Sarah felt Jason reach in between her bound legs. In her hogtie, her legs were splayed. She could actually hear the moist squish that accompanied the feel of slick fingers easily worming their way through her engorged flesh.

'I'm not ready,' she thought furiously as he removed his fingers and gave her butt a firm squeeze.

"It's playtime," he said, as he released the strap that held her hogtie. Her legs flopped down. She wiggled her ass impatiently. She wanted him to release the rest of her bondage and take out the gag so they could talk about this. He undid her ankle restraints. She flexed her toes and waited for him to undo her hands.

Instead he merely clipped a leash to her collar and helped her to unsteady feet. He held her in his arms, gag still in her mouth, hands fettered behind her back, and kissed her on the forehead. When he pulled away, she looked up into his face with an expression that bespoke the powerful uncertainties that were playing through her mind.

'Please don't do this now,' she wanted to beg. 'Not now; not yet.'

But all she could do was to gently shake her head. She felt his fingers moving thorough her hot slit again. He was kissing her on the side of her face and around her ear. "Fun time," he whispered. And started off, pulling her along by the leash. For a brief moment, she thought about resisting, but some morbid fascination deep within her made her follow meekly in his wake.

She walked noiselessly, padding on bare feet through the silent apartment, up the stairs, and down the long hall that led to his large bedroom. She had been nervous the first time she'd entered this inner lair. Now she was almost beside herself with anxiety. 'What was waiting for her behind that door?'

Jason stopped short of entering the room. He dropped the leash and turning took Sarah's face in his hands. For a long time he just looked at her, smiling gently into her eyes. He kissed the exposed flesh around her gag and then said, "This is for you, darling."

She made a plaintive little whining noise behind the gag.

He smiled. "I know. But isn't it better this way?"

'Isn't what better which way?' she wondered as he took up her leash again. Turning he opened the door.

His bedroom was lit with the soft light of a half dozen candles.

Jason took a couple of steps into the room and stopped. Sarah had followed directly behind so her view was blocked. She hesitated to look around him to see what was awaiting her on the bed. For long moments nothing happened. She heard a muffled sound of movement. A little pause. And then another. She could smell another woman's perfume in the air. She found that and the flickering lights very disorienting.

Finally screwing up her courage, Sarah took a deep breath and peeked around Jason's broad shoulders. She felt a chill run down her spine. There was a woman in the bed. That was hardly surprising. But the woman was completely naked and tied down. Sarah might have expected it, but hadn't.

At first, she couldn't see much detail. The woman was lying on her back with her arms pulled straight up over her head. Her wrists were fastened together and a strap was pulling them up to the center of the bed. Sarah could tell there was a lot of tension on the strap because it was tugging at the mattress as it disappeared over the edge.

The woman's legs were cuffed at the ankles and there were straps pulling each toward the nearest bedpost. And because Jason's bed was so wide, her legs were spread rather far apart. The effect was that her body formed a large letter 'A.'

She took a step closer without realizing she had done so. The woman was wearing a gag identical to her own. Sarah worked her tongue around the thick penis prod invading her mouth and imagined how she must feel. The woman's eyes were following her over the gag. Her dark brown pubic patch glistened moistly in reflected candlelight.

Jason reached over, removed the leash, and put his finger through the O-Ring in Sarah's collar. He pulled her closer so the woman could get a better look at her. "Daria," he said, "this is Sarah."

The woman looked but otherwise didn't react.

"Say hello to Sarah."

The woman grunted something into her gag. Jason stepped behind Sarah and again wrapped his arms around her. She felt him firmly squeezing her in a big hug. His wrists crossed and he grasped each of her lovely breasts with opposite hands. Sarah could feel his stiff member pressing up against her fettered hands through the open front of his smoking jacket. She took hold of it almost for comfort. He nuzzled her neck and spoke softly into her ear. "Sarah, this is Daria."

Sarah grunted her own hello.

"Good girl," he said. He then released her breasts and took half a step back. Reaching up he unbuckled her gag, took it out, and tossed it lightly aside. With the gag removed, Sarah was free to speak. She said nothing. She was suddenly, and for no particular reason, keenly aware of the feel of the soft carpet on her feet.

Jason reached down and undid her fetters. Sarah's hands fell lightly to her sides. She was now completely naked and unrestrained except for the collar. But she didn't move. She didn't know what to do or what Jason expected of her.

The woman on the bed just watched them carefully. She didn't try to speak. She wasn't resisting. She hardly moved. But there was an intensity in her eyes that Sarah couldn't miss. And unless it was a trick of the light the moistness of her crotch had increased. 

Jason came around and putt his finger through her collar ring again. He pulled her gently to the side of the bed. They half sat and half climbed up until they were quite close to the bound girl. He reached down and squeezed one of Daria's breasts. She sighed into her gag.

Sarah didn't know what to do. She watched Jason's hand as he worked Daria's breasts. First one, then the other. Squeezing, rubbing, scratching the skin lightly with his fingertips, pinching her engorged nipples. The dark skin around her nipples was completely crinkled and almost seemed to twitch at his touch. Sarah became fixated on what he was doing.

Jason reached over and took her hand. He brought it over to Daria's nearest breast. Sarah felt her fingers come in contact with the warm flesh. They seemed to tingle at the touch. Then his hand was gone. She watched it travel down the woman's belly and slide through her pubic slit.

Sarah heard a 'hummm' from the head of the bed. She looked up. Daria had closed her eyes and was quietly moaning. Looking down, Sarah realized that without quite being aware of it, she had taken over pleasuring the woman's breasts. This went on for several minutes.

Jason was doing something that was making Daria breathe harder and faster. But Sarah was fascinated with watching her own hands work the highly sensitive mammaries. She remembered the way she liked her own breasts fondled and was using this to excite the woman.

Somewhere in there, Jason stopped what he was doing and got off the bed. Now it was just Sarah and Daria. She continued to manipulate the woman's breasts and only vaguely wondered what would come next. Looking over she noticed Daria watching her again. Then she felt Jason's hands on her hips.

Jason had removed his smoking jacket and come up behind her. Using his strong hands he repositioned Sarah so that she was face down on the bed with her head hovering over Daria's closest breast. He lay next to her and gently pressed her head until her lips were only inches away from the bound girl's nipple. Then he started rubbing her back.

Sarah felt his finger slide slowly down her spine and through the crack in her behind. She was transfixed. She looked down at a gently heaving breast and up into Daria's eyes gleaming back at her. She looked down at the breast again and over at Jason's smiling face. He leaned forward and kissed her. Deeply and tenderly. When he broke off, he reached up and took a fistful of her hair. Using it like a handle, he repositioned her face so that her lips were actually making contact with Daria's nipple.

Sarah closed her eyes and began to suck.

She had fantasized about this for years. A dark, deep, hidden fantasy. Now her relationship with Jason had brought it into reality.

After a couple of minutes Sarah opened her eyes and really started to get into it. 'What did she like?' She brought her hands up and grasped the nearest breast. She squeezed it rather hard to make the skin taut and sensitive. She nibbled on the nipple and swirled her tongue around it in lazy circles. She was gratified to hear the bound woman moan through her nose. She inched forward and repeated the performance on the other breast.

For a while Jason continued to rub and tweak Sarah's behind as he watched her. Then he moved back down between Daria's legs and did something else that caused her to writhe with pleasure.

Jason let this build for a while. He randomly tickled and prodded Daria's clit in preparation for what was to come. He wanted her at a high pitch of excitement.

He watched Sarah as she increased the tempo of her lesbian assault on Daria's breasts. She seemed more animated in her lovemaking than he'd ever seen her. And he was learning some new tricks by watching. He would certainly know more about how to please Sarah in the future. Meanwhile he was keeping a careful eye on how turned on Daria was getting. He wanted her deeply aroused, but he wanted Sarah to be the one to push her over the edge. When he judged the time was right, he moved.

Sarah felt hands on her hips again. She was pulled gently but firmly back and away. Next thing she knew Jason pulled her to her knees and then off of the bed and on to her feet. He put his finger back through her collar ring and walked her around to the foot of the bed.

Sarah found herself staring directly up between Daria's legs. The face hovering above those legs was again studying her carefully. But the bound girl's chest was heaving with her labored breathing and her nostrils were flaring.

Jason moved around Sarah again. He hugged her tightly. She could feel his stiff prick wedged up against the crack in her ass. She suddenly wanted him to enter her from behind as much as she'd ever wanted anything sexual. But he was whispering in her ear again.

"OK, baby," he said. "She's all yours."

And then he simply released his hug and stepped back.

Nothing. For a long moment nothing. Sarah started to look around to see what Jason was doing, but she felt his hand come up and grasp her hair again. He positioned her head so she was again facing directly toward the bound girl. Then he pushed her head slightly forward and pulled up so that her face was angled down toward Daria's crotch.

His hand withdrew.

More nothing. Sarah's heart was beating wildly. The girl on the bed seemed frozen in place.

And Sarah, hardly thinking about what she was doing, inched forward. She climbed slowly up onto the bed between the bound girl's knees. She gently grasped a thigh with each hand. She seemed drawn to Daria's wet crotch. The cunt lips were splayed completely open. Her pubic thatch was either neatly trimmed or it just grew very short. The hair was fine and very dark.  Her moist skin was almost sparkling in the candlelight. She could actually see the girl's heartbeat in her pussy.

Sarah sat on the bed, leaned forward, and touched the pulsating flesh. She was surprised to find it felt exactly like her own. She then wondered why this should surprise her. She pressed the little hood back and looked at Daria's clit. It seemed rather large to her. She touched it with her finger. The bound woman almost jerked in response. Sarah touched it again. And then began rubbing two fingers in a gentle circular motion as she did when fingering herself to orgasm.

She heard Daria grunt and moan in response. Looking up she noticed the woman had again closed her eyes.

For a long time nothing else happened. Sarah just kept fingering Daria's clit and observing her reaction. Then she closed her own eyes and could almost feel how the bound woman must feel. Lying there, completely restrained. Her clit being rubbed and teased continually. And she knew what she wanted -- what Daria must want. Almost without thinking, she repositioned herself and began licking at the swollen clit.

At first she just dabbed at it with the tip of her tongue. She found that she liked the aroma and taste. She was using one hand up above to hold the clit open for easier access. Her other hand was pressed down beneath her, the fingertips lightly touching the skin on Daria's ass. But as the moments passed, her tongue movements became longer and deeper. She felt her lips touching the warm wet flesh around the clit.

Daria was moaning loudly now.

Sarah quickened her movements. Her lips now covered the entire area of Daria's upper pussy around the clit. Sucking the tasty flesh into her mouth, she squeezed her lips together. The little bulb popped up at the pressure. And Sarah started licking and swiping at the hardened fleshy nub in earnest. She wasn't quite sure what she was doing. She just wanted it to feel good.

Sarah was also using her hands. She had moved one finger into the bound woman's vagina and pushed in and out like a penis. Somehow it didn't feel big enough, so she pulled it back and replaced it with two fingers. That was better. She repositioned her mouth and tongue. Lubrication oozed around her fingers and dripped down along the crack in Daria's ass. Sarah brought her other hand around, slicked her finger in the slimly goo, and then carefully inserted it into the bound woman's anus. She was rewarded by hearing a great sigh from above. The twitching and throbbing of the whole crotch area seemed to increase.

She started moving her finger in and out of Daria's rear hole and felt delight in listening to the noises the bound woman was making. Sarah was getting amazingly turned on herself. Her own crotch was incredibly wet.

Daria was thrusting her pelvis against Sarah's mouth to bring herself off. Sarah was trying to help her, but she must not be doing something exactly right. As horny as the bound woman seemed to be, she didn't seem to be any closer to coming.

She felt Jason at her side again. He moved in and lay next to her. He grabbed her hair, pulled her head gently away, and took over licking Daria's twat. Sarah's fingers were still buried in the bound woman's holes. Not knowing what else to do, she kept up her stimulations. But the pitch of Daria's excitement quickly elevated and Sarah could sense she was getting very close, very fast. Jason obviously knew some tricks she didn't. Something in the back of her head told her she would have to find out what they were.

Jason was still holding Sarah's hair when Daria made an agonized moaning noise. Quickly, Jason pulled back, pressed Sarah's face back into Daria's crotch and whispered, "Finish her quickly. Lick hard and very fast."




Double Date



Sarah did. The bound form started writhing with renewed intensity and the moaning noises from above had turned into hard quick grunts. Daria was virtually bucking her pelvis into Sarah's mouth. Jason had rolled* (2r onto Sarah's back and slid his thick dick into her slippery cunt. He was pumping in rhythm with Daria's bucking.

After only a couple minutes of this Sarah heard a kind of shriek from above. The pelvis under her lips went stiff and began lifting up off the bed. Daria was pushing herself as hard as she could into Sarah's face. Sarah could feel the contractions of the bound girl's orgasm through her lips and fingers. The prick inside her just kept pumping and pumping. It was positively the most erotic moment Sarah had ever known. She experienced a small orgasm of her own in response.

"Keep licking," Jason whispered into her ear, "but gently." Sarah knew exactly what he meant. She knew how nice it was when Jason would continue softly licking around her clit without actually touching it after she had come. She did this for Daria and heard a moan of contentment from above.

She felt Jason ease himself out of her and get up. After a while, Sarah stopped licking. She pulled her face back and looked down. She had never looked at another woman's anatomy that closely before. The light was dim, but her eyes were adjusted. It was hard to see much detail in the flickering candlelight, but she found herself powerfully aroused at what she saw.

Jason was making little noises around the room but she hardly gave him any notice.

Sarah turned her head and pressed her cheek against the warm, moist hair. She used Daria's pubic mound as a kind of pillow and started thinking about what had just happened. For a long while her face remained blank as she tried to collect her thoughts and sort out her feelings. Then she smiled.

She felt Jason's hands return to her hips. He pulled her back down toward the foot of the bed. He stood her up, positioned her so that she was facing Daria, and refastened her wrists behind her back.

So it wasn't over yet.

She looked again at the wet crotch below her and then up into the flushed face near the head of the bed. Daria's gag had been removed and her breathing was returning to normal. Sarah felt a powerfully renewed lust at the sight. Of course it wasn't over. She hadn't really come yet, and neither had Jason.           When he was finished with her hands, he turned her around and kissed her fiercely. She felt herself melting into him.

"You were great," he finally said when they had broken off the kiss. She didn't know what to say in reply, so remained silent. "Did you enjoy that?" he asked.

It was like the restaurant all over again. She lowered her eyes and nodded in the affirmative. Jason saw a small smile playing across her lips.

He reached down and picked up her gag which was lying by the foot of the bed. "Open." She did. He fastened the gag in place and then put his finger through the O-Ring of her collar. She looked up into his face. Giving her a small peck on her forehead, he stepped right up onto the bed and half-led, half- pulled Sarah with him. She found herself standing between Daria's legs again looking down at her. Daria seemed quite alert and even though her mouth was ungagged she said nothing.

Jason walked Sarah up to the head of the bed, right over the prone body. She had to be careful how she moved so as not to trip over the girl or step on her. He positioned her so that she was standing directly over Daria's head. One foot on each side. She looked down past her own breasts and belly into the bound girl's eyes. They seemed to be looking intensely up at her crotch. Jason pulled down on the ring and helped Sarah get to her knees. She could feel Daria's flesh against the sides of her legs and the soles of her feet.

She looked down and could only see Daria's bound arms pulled up in front of her. She looked over at Jason. 'Now what?' she asked with her eyes.

"Now it's your turn," he said in answer to her unspoken question.

Sarah's mind was racing. She took in a deep breath through her nose and tried to stop thinking about it. She carefully readjusted her position and gently lowered herself until she could feel Daria's hot breath on her pubic hair. Slowly she continued to inch her body downward.

And then, quite suddenly, she felt Daria's warm mouth and tongue attack her pussy.

Daria wasn't being the least bit timid. She seemed to know exactly what she wanted and was going after it with a ferocity that disconcerted Sarah. Her tongue was a blur of pressure and motion. Her mouth was sliding across Sarah's pussy flesh causing the muscles in the kneeling girl's thighs to begin trembling.

This was incredible. Perhaps it was the softness of her face. Perhaps it was some hidden knowledge that only women possess. Perhaps it was Sarah's own reaction to being licked by another woman for the very first time. But the feelings running through her were amazing.

She could feel the bound girl's breasts and tight nipples pressing up against her butt cheeks as she was being licked. Sarah hung her head and breathed heavily through her nose. The gag caused her to take quick shallow breaths and the lack of oxygen seemed to be intensifying her passion. She was making rhythmic moaning noises as the waves of pleasure washed over her. 

Sarah felt Jason reach over and fondle her breast while she was being eaten by Daria. His touch was incredibly intense. She felt his palm press firmly against her nipple. Then his fingers pinched her hard, rosy bud. She moaned even louder from the pleasure and delighted even more in the feel of the busy mouth working on her sopping pussy. The hand on her breast withdrew.

Before Jason, Sarah had only been given head by one other boyfriend and he didn't really know what he was doing. Jason had been the best. But this was so much better than even that. Sarah found herself twitching and bobbing from side to side in rhythm with Daria's tongue. This went on for many delightful minutes.

Then Sarah started getting close. She almost wanted to rear up and slow things down. To draw out the pleasure. But Daria's tongue was insistent. And the bound girl under her was making grunting noises as she labored to breathe while pleasuring the girl perched on her face.

Sarah started making her own grunting noises through the gag as her orgasm approached. Daria sensing this clamped down on the skin above and below Sarah's clit with her lips and pressed tightly. She thrashed the little bulb lustily with her tongue.

Sarah came rather suddenly. She made a loud whining noise through her nose and reared up off of Daria's face. She was climaxing wildly and the intensity had gotten to her. Daria craned her neck to reach up after the retreating pussy. But the distance was too great and she gave up. Letting her head fall back she enjoyed the wonderful passionate noises that Sarah was making and the sight of the trembling crotch hovering over her. She found the tuft of light brown hair fascinating as it glistened wetly and quivered.

Jason pulled Sarah up and off to one side, laying her face down on the bed along side Daria.

A little earlier, when he'd finished fondling Sarah's breast, Jason had again gone down between Daria's legs. He started carefully and gently licking her towards another climax. By the time Sarah had come, Daria was close too. But he wouldn't push her over the edge until after Sarah had finished. Then when it happened he hadn't finished her off right away. Instead he moved up quickly and pulled Sarah off.

Then, while Sarah lay panting on her belly and coming down off of the climax, Jason hurried back and licked Daria a little more until she was right on the edge of a second tremendous release. When she was quite close, he scooched up and plunged himself into her sodden pussy, grinding his own pelvis into hers and driving her over the precipice to another jarring climax.

Daria quite literally screamed with pleasure. Sarah turned her head at the sound and watched her come. She was amazed how beautiful the bound girl looked while in the throes of her orgasm. And for a moment Sarah thought that was the end of it. But it wasn't. Jason, wasn't quite done.

Now it was his turn. But rather than come in Daria, he gave her a couple of last minute pumps and a long romantic kiss. Then he quickly withdrew.

Moving over to Sarah he spread her legs and took her doggie style for a little while. The feel of his balls slapping up against her supersensitive pussy was making her ready for another orgasm. He stopped for a while and reaching down played with her clit in a way he'd never done before. She found herself ready to come again in surprisingly short order.

When he felt she was quite close, he removed his hand and carefully pressed his dick into Sarah's rear hole. She could feel the bulbous head of his prick slide into and past her sphincter. She loved that. And of course she'd never had anything like it under these circumstances. It only took a half dozen firm pumps before Sarah screamed into her gag for a second time. And with a few additional pumps Jason shot his load into her firm, round ass.

After that, the only sound heard was heavy breathing all around. For a long, long time no one moved. They were all exhausted and glowing.

Eventually Jason got up. Gently pulling Sarah to her feet, he released all her restraints including the collar. Then he climbed onto the bed and did the same for Daria. Sarah stood dumbly, not knowing what to do, as Jason worked the knots on the soft ropes. Once both girls were completely free and naked, he strolled off to the bathroom to fetch some warm washcloths.

There was an awkward moment when the two girls found themselves alone in the big room. Daria took the initiative and, climbing out of bed, walked up to the taller girl. She looked directly into her eyes and studied her face as if she were trying to fathom something. Sarah didn't know what to say or do, so she simply stood there with her hands hanging limply at her sides.

Daria took Sarah's face in her hands. Pulling her face down she kissed her full on the mouth. It wasn't a heated passionate kiss, but a tender romantic one. Romantic, but there were tongues and some heavy breathing involved before it was over. Then Daria released Sarah's face and said, "Thank you. That was fine."

In a weird way, Sarah felt proud. And this went beyond just pleasing Jason. Somehow Daria's approval unleashed an inner pleasure she had never suspected existed.

          *  *  *  *  *

After they'd mopped up a bit, Jason suggested they take a little nap before showering and heading out for a late supper. Both girls enthusiastically agreed. So he set an alarm and they all lay down together.

Jason was in the middle. Sarah was nestled up against him on one side, already asleep. Daria was lying on his other side. She was facing him and toying with his chest hair thoughtfully. His eyes were closed but he wasn't yet asleep. Daria's eyes were open.

"That was really nice," she said quietly.

"Hmmm," he responded with a more-or-less affirmative tone.

"Pretty pleased with yourself, aren't you?"

He favored her with another 'hmmm'ing noise. This one sounded almost smug.

She reached down and took his now lax prick in her hand. "Good dog," she said.

He chuckled.

"Next time, . . ." she said and didn't finish the thought.

"Hmmmm?"

"Next time," she said, "I want to run the show." She gave his prick a little squeeze and watched as it half inflated.

"Next time?" he half mumbled.

"You know what I mean," she said, rubbing his member so that it started to come more fully to life. He good-naturedly swatted her hand away. He'd had enough for one night. Daria smiled to herself and thought, 'last one standing.' She continued, "I want to sit naked in that big chair in the corner and have Sarah on her knees before me licking my twat."

"Hmmmm."

"I want her cuffed and collared. I want to hold her leash and call the shots." She brought her hand back up to his chest. "What do you think?"

"Hmmmm," he said. "We'll see." He yawned and then said, as if to end the conversation, "We'll have to see how Sarah feels about that."

That was good enough for Daria. She whispered, "Go to sleep."

"Mmmmmm," Jason agreed. It had been one hell of a double date.

Daria was sure there would be a next time and that she'd get her way. She propped herself up on one elbow to look at Sarah. 'Beautiful' she thought. She imagined that mouth totally at her command and felt a small sexual rush at the thought. Reaching over Jason, she took one of Sarah's nipples between her fingers and watched as the luscious bud inflated. The feel of the now rigid flesh on her fingertips was delightful.

Sarah moaned softly but showed no signs of waking.

Daria lay back and settled down to sleep. But she maintained a tender grip on Sarah's nipple. She played with it idly as she drifted off. 'Next time,' she thought to herself. 'Next time.'

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DOUBLE DATE   by Zebulon

This story may be reposted anywhere as long as (1) proper credit is given, (2) I am informed of where it is being posted, and (3) I am allowed free access to the web site where it is being posted.



Double Date



Lisa jumped as she felt his fingers under her dress. She couldn't decide whether to look and see if anyone could see or if she was more afraid of knowing the answer.

As his fingers danced on her clit, she became oblivious to the background noise of the restaurant. She could feel his eyes on her. 

"What would you like for desert?" he said almost sweetly while increasing the tempo of his finger movements underneath the napkin in her lap.

* * * * * * * 

They'd been introduced by a mutual friend. It was an introduction that could only take place in the age of the Internet. The friend lived in Connecticut. He lived outside of Washington, DC, and she lived in Chicago. In an earlier time, the introduction might have led to being distant pen pals, but nothing more.

In the age of email and IM and cell phones, however, their contact quickly blossomed. For whatever reason, they began sharing fantasies – telling each other intimate secrets. 

This dinner was the result of their first bet. She was a die hard Cowboys fan, and, as a Washington native, he backed the Redskins. The teams played, the Cowboys lost, and he won. The bet was made before they'd started exploring and fantasizing together, but that just made the upcoming payoff even more exciting for both of them.

Dinner was at one of the best restaurants in Washington – a French restaurant outside the city in the wealthy suburb of Great Falls, Virginia. The lighting was subdued, the mood being set by moonlight a small candle flickering on the table. 

The food had been sensational. The other diners were absorbed with their own meals and conversations. Nick's fingers were gently sliding through the moist folds of Laura's pussy under cover her napkin. He had made her come to dinner in a cocktail dress and no panties. Soon after ordering he had slid a hand under the table and hiked her skirt up into her lap. He'd been toying with her ever since.

Then there had been those questions. Idle conversation when anyone was within earshot punctuated with a whole series of personal, confidential, and often embarrassing questions when they were alone. That was the game. 'Had she ever faked an orgasm?' 'How often?' 'Why?' She felt obligated to answer truthfully.

'Did she like it when a guy came in her mouth?' 'What did she like best about it?' 'Had she ever had anal sex?' That was a big one. She had always had a strange curiosity about anal sex – a combination of fear and forbidden desire, but she'd never worked up the nerve to ask any of her previous boyfriends to do it that way. 

'He knew she liked the idea of playing master and slave, but what turned her on about it?' (She knew he knew the answer, but having her say it out loud was part of the game.) 'What did she want to try that she hadn't already done?' She found, without much surprise, that having to answer these embarrassing questions in this public place was turning her on tremendously. Her pussy had been slightly moist when they'd started. It was quite damp now. She was afraid the back of her dress must be getting a wet spot and worried it would show when she got up to leave. She was very grateful for the dim lighting.

Then came the question she had been passionately dreading. It had really struck a nerve and she had done a miserable job of trying to hide the fact. "What's the most sexual thing you've done with another woman?"

She had somehow known the question would be asked sooner or later. A part of her had actually been looking forward to it. Her curiosity had been hinted at in some of the fantasies she'd written. They'd never actually talked about anything she'd done, though.

He thought about her non-answer as he continued to stroke his finger over her clit. Even in the unclear light he could tell she was blushing furiously. "Go on, explain," he again prompted.

Laura was stuck and knew it. "I've never actually been with another woman."

"But you think about it?"

She flushed even deeper and nodded her head.

"You think about it a lot. Don't you?"

Laura, still looking down, closed her eyes and said, "Yes, Master."

"So . . . you're curious about being with another woman," Nick mused, ". . . and you like the idea of being told what to do. Is it just the idea of being with another woman that turns you on, or the idea of my watching you with her?" His finger slid across her swolen, hypersensitive clit as he spoke. 

* * * * *

Even before the dinner, the second bet was made – the Superbowl. Neither of them had a vested interest, but it was an excuse to play the game. They waffled over who would take which team, and then she asked what the terms of the bet would be.  "Winner gets to pick one of the fantasies we've written," he said.

She was torn. She wasn't sure whether she wanted to win or lose. She'd spent so much time fantasizing and there were so many things she wanted to try that she almost said yes immediately. "But wait," she thought, "I might lose. Then he gets to be in charge," and that thought was almost even better for her. On game night, she lost, again.

He already knew that he wanted a fantasy that hadn't been written, yet.

* * * * *

She'd come to DC for the weekend on the condition that they act out one of her other fantasies along with her treating him to dinner.

She waited for him in her hotel room. She'd left a key in an envelope for him at the front desk. She was wearing the oriental-style silk dress she'd had made on a recent trip to Asia. She loved the way the silk brushed against her skin as she moved, like an invisible lover's hands over her body. She loved to look at the way the cut of the dress shaped her body – it was elegant and almost sleazy at the same time in the way that it emphasized her breasts and the high slits on each side of the skirt exposed her legs to the upper thigh - and teased the imagination with the possibility of more – with every step she took. She sat waiting on the edge of the bed. There was something erotic for her about the edge of the bed. She felt the corner of the mattress underneath her hips and thought about being bent over it – her skirt pushed up over her ass, him behind her driving into her. She ran her hands along it – feeling the stiffness of the edge with anticipation.

As he'd directed, she was blindfolded with a black silk scarf. She felt excitingly vulnerable sitting in the room knowing that she wasn't wearing underwear. She'd gotten a full Brazilian wax in anticipation of the weekend, and the feeling of her dress on her now bare pussy made her feel naked despite the dress. She thought about how she'd look to him sitting there – it made her feel sexy and very feminine.

She ran her hands up her ribs to her breasts. The anticipation was almost enough to send her over the edge.

Lost in the feeling of her hands on her breasts, she almost missed the gentle click of the door. 

"Nick?"

She heard the door close with a more solid thunk. 

"Nick?" she asked a little more hesitantly.

She felt more than heard him in front of her, and then she realized there was a rose under her nose. She breathed deeply, letting the smell roll through her.

She felt the gentle touch of the rose stroking her cheek.

"You look beautiful," he said.

He stroked her cheek, the warmth of his hand following the silken tingle of the rose.

Without saying a word he took her in his arms, pulled her close, and favored her with a long, luxurious kiss. She was almost breathless with lust when he broke off and pulled back to look at her.

* * * * * *

Through desert, the questioning continued. "What attracted her to another woman?" "Did a particular woman turn her on?"

She looked at every woman he pointed out while his fingers danced over her clit. Occasionally he'd bring his fingers up to her lips for her to taste. She sucked his fingers greedily, enjoying her taste on them and knowing he was imagining her lips on his cock – she was, too.

* * * * * * 

When they got to the car, he pulled out the blindfold, again, and asked "Are you ready for an adventure."

Laura didn't know quite how to respond. Her legs were weak. What did he have planned? She felt powerful jolts of lust, fear, and curiosity. She suddenly found she couldn't muster the will to speak. Instead she just looked at him with all the emotions she was feeling playing clearly over her face.

Nick studied her for a moment. "I'll take that as a 'yes.'" 

He tied the blindfold over her eyes and helped her into the car.

"We're going to play a game. Will you do whatever I say?"

"Yes, Master."

"Promise?"

"Yes, Master, I promise."

Once he was in the driver's seat, he told her, "Pull up your skirt and play with yourself. I want you to tell me, on a scale from one to ten, how close you are to having an orgasm. If you cum before I say you can I'll have to think of some way to punish you."

"But what if someone sees?" she asked, nervous about the fact that she was blindfolded in the car without any idea what was around them.

"Well, in the first place, you just promised to do whatever I said, but, second, I'll tell you that we're driving on dark, country roads and then we'll be on highway where no one will be able to tell. Now tell me, what level are you at right now?"

"Mmmm....Five."

"Start playing with yourself," he said.

She started hesitantly, still worried behind the blindfold. She made her movements small and furtive, focusing on her clit, trying to be subtle so that no one outside the car could suspect what she was doing.

Given how turned on she already was, she felt her nipples harden and tingle as they rubbed inside her bra. She shifted her hips forward on her seat, spreading her legs more, dropping her chest out view from the side of the car and started rubbing her breasts with one hand and fingering herself with the other. As her excitement grew, she said, "Six," almost immediately and, "Seven," seconds later. 

She could feel the car moving, as she pinched and pulled her right nipple as her right hand flicked her clit with a flurry. She needed to cum so badly that her body was flying towards an orgasm. 

"Eight," she panted. 

"Nine," and he reached over and took her hand away from her clit. "Stop now."

Gasping as her body dealt with the sudden shock of the loss of her fingers, she squeezed his hand and grabbed the armrest.

After a minute, as her breathing began to settle, he said "Ok, start, again."

Her hands flew to play with her nipples and clit again. "Seven." She tried to rub slower this time, to somehow control her excitement and not lose control, but her body was not listening. "Eight" She grunted "Nine...can I cum, please?"

He watched her body tremble and turn beet red as she struggled to keep from cumming. Pulling her hand away, again, he said, "Not yet, Laura, stop now."

"Argh. Oh, Nick, please let me cum. Can I please play with myself, again?"

"Not yet. Put your hands on the dashboard." With a groan she did what she was told. "Tell me about Asia."

Struggling to put her thoughts together and ignore the raging desire in her stomach, she told him about the different countries, the people she'd met, the places she'd seen. As she focused on the memories, she felt the fire not really fading but a least getting under control. 

As he saw her breathing gradually slow, he told her to start, again.

As soon as her fingers touched her pussy, she realized how little the fire had actually gone down. It raged back through her body. "Eight" she stammered as one hand stroked her clit and the fingers of the other worked in and out of her pussy. Her fingers were listening only to her body now, driving her hard towards the only thing that mattered – a huge orgasm. "NINE" she screamed as she tried to fight the gigantic orgasm that was building in her. 

She didn't even realize that the car had stopped moving. Just as she was about to reach the point of no return, Nick said, "We're here. Stop now," and grabbed her hands and pulled them away from her pussy. "No! Oh my god, no! Don't stop me now. Please!" Laura sat there panting in frustration. Her body quivering with urgent need as it screamed at her to cum. 

"We're at the hotel. It's time to go inside."

Suddenly aware that she was sitting in a car blindfolded with her pussy exposed, Laura wondered if anyone was around the car. Her fear of embarrassment fought with the burning need inside her and temporarily won out.

As he helped her pull her dress back down, he slid a finger along her soaking wet pussy, feeling her shiver as he touched her hypersensitive clit. 

"I'll be around to help you out. Hold on." He got out and walked around to her side, helping her unfold out of the car. They drew some stares as they walked through the lobby because of her blindfold, but everyone assumed that it was simply some kind of special celebration. They had no idea what had been going on in the car only minutes before, and they would have been stunned to know what would be happening next.

In the elevator, he stood behind her and ran his hands up her stomach to her breasts. She jumped, hoping that there was no one else in the elevator. He gently pinched her rock hard nipples through the silk, sending bolts of lust straight to her pussy. She pressed her ass back against him, feeling how hard he was.

She heard the ding and felt the rush of air as the door opened. He led her down the hall, opened the door to the room and took her in.

She felt him unbutton the top of her dress and then unzip it. She helped him slide it off, enjoying the brush of the silk on her skin. Her bra was next.

When Laura was finally nude, he stood up and stepped back to admire her. "Superb," he said. She suddenly felt extremely self-conscious and stifled an urge to cover her breasts and crotch with her hands.

He stepped up against her and reached around her taut body to massage a breast with one hand and her pussy with the other. She could feel the stiffness of his prick against her hands as he nuzzled her ear. If he kept that up for any length of time she would come for sure.

But he didn't keep it up. Instead, he pulled away, again. 

He sat her on the edge of the bed and laid her back. He took her left hand, tied a cloth around it, and she realized that her hand was now tied to something on the bed. He did the same thing to her right hand. Nick tied her ankles next. He cinched them tightly. Not so tightly that it was painful, but tight enough that Laura knew she wasn't going anywhere until he let her. She was spread eagle on the bed.

Nick stepped back again to admire the view. "Magnificent," he said again. "Simply marvelous." Laura felt very proud to hear him say that. But she felt more lustful than anything else. "OK," she thought, "he has me tied up. Now what?"

And then nothing much happened at all. Nick sat on the bed next to her and continued to kiss, lick, rub, and fondle her body around the restraints. But Laura sensed that he wasn't going anywhere with it. He was just biding his time. It was highly erotic, but her curiosity was starting to drive her crazy.

Then, as he was teasingly running one fingernail up the inside of her thigh, coming tantalizingly close to her crotch, there was a knock on the door. Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, "Right on time," he said, almost to himself.

"Nick," said Laura, very aware of her nudity and vulnerability. Surely he wasn't going to let some stranger see her this way. "What's that? What's going on?" Her voice had a slightly frantic edge to it as she pulled against the restraints. She felt his hand on her chest. It was comforting, and his breath warmed her ear while sending shivers down her body. "Trust me," was all he said, "This is part of the adventure." "I do." Laura quieted but didn't lose any of her agitation.

Nick kissed her ear and whispered, "Now don't go anywhere." And he was gone. Laura was left to writhe in her bondage. Then, realizing how hopeless that was, she got as quiet as possible and listened intently.

A few seconds later she heard the door open. There was a quiet muffled conversation. Try as she might, she couldn't make out the words, but she could tell one of the voices was female. She heard the door shut and realized the female voice was inside the room, and she began to struggle silently against the restraints, again. She was torn – she didn't want anyone to see her like this, but she also didn't want anyone to see her struggling against it. She felt absolutely helpless and she realized that it was turning her on. Her mind began to play out scenarios, wondering what Nick had in mind. 

She strained to hear the conversation, but the only words she could make out were Nick saying, "Are you ready for an adventure?" Then the voices faded, again, and try as she might, Laura could hear no more. She was left trembling in her restraints, naked on the bed.

* * * * *

Nick met Taylor a few years before. They'd shared a close bond as they supported each other through difficult times – his separation, her separation. They advised each other, amused each other, and became very special friends. 

Taylor had a fantastic body. Petite, bordering on tiny, she'd been a cheerleader and continued coaching cheer teams. She had a very athletic build and, long, flowing dark hair. She also had a set of rather impressive and very firm breasts. Nick also discovered she had a wonderful capacity for and interest in sex. And she loved to try new things. They'd half-joked, half-talked seriously about their mutual interest in the idea of a threesome and how much she'd enjoy being with another woman – not really out of desire for another woman, but out of her knowledge of how much it would turn him on.

Their relationship settled into a close friendship as they both moved on after their marriages. She met someone else, and he supported her and advised her regarding that relationship. 

Things might have stayed this way forever. But then came that fateful bet with Laura. He was IMing with Taylor and asked if she'd be interested in living out the threesome fantasy they'd discussed. Just the thought got her juices flowing. 

* * * * * *

Laura felt like she'd been lying there for hours, even though it had been a matter of minutes.

"And how have we been?" Nick asked as he entered the room. "Still horny, I hope."

Laura didn't answer. The truth was that she was well beyond simply horny. Her mind had been running circles trying to guess what Nick was up to. She hadn't been able to understand anything the Nick and the guest had said. But unmistakably the voice was soft and sexy and very feminine.

Laura thought about the stories she'd written and how they talked about the involvement of other women. And now he had brought her here along with another woman. She spent the whole time she was alone working herself into a state of erotic tension pouring over the myriad possibilities of what the evening held in store. "Yes," she wanted to tell him. "Yes, I have these secret fantasies all the time. But I'm not sure I really want to do anything about them. At least not yet. I don't think I'm ready for it." But she knew the other woman was there in the room, looking at her – tied up and naked on the bed. And she couldn't bring herself to say any of those things in front of the other woman.

Laura felt Nick reach in between her bound legs. She could actually hear the moist squish that accompanied the feel of slick fingers easily worming their way through her engorged flesh.

"I'm not sure I'm actually ready," she thought furiously as he removed his fingers and gave her butt a firm squeeze. But she still couldn't bring herself to say anything.

She wiggled her body impatiently. She wanted him to untie her and send the other woman away so they could talk about this. She wanted him to take off the blindfold so she could at least see the other woman.




Double Date



She felt his fingers moving thorough her hot slit again. He was kissing her on the side of her face and around her ear. "Fun time," he whispered. 

* * * * * *

When she arrived at the hotel, Taylor felt nervous, and the butterflies in her stomach didn't go away when Nick brought her into the room. Nick took a couple of steps into the room and stopped. Taylor had followed directly behind so her view was blocked. She hesitated to look around him to see what was awaiting her on the bed. For long moments nothing happened. She heard a muffled sound of movement. A little pause. And then another. She could smell another woman's perfume in the air. 

Finally screwing up her courage, Taylor took a deep breath and peeked around Nick's broad shoulders. She felt a chill run down her spine. There was a woman in the bed. That was hardly surprising. But the woman was completely naked and tied down. Taylor might have expected it, but hadn't.

The woman was lying on her back with her arms pulled straight up over her head. Her wrists were fastened together and a strap was pulling them up to the center of the bed. Laura could tell there was a lot of tension on the strap because it was tugging at the mattress as it disappeared over the edge.

The woman's legs were spread and tied at the ankles and there were straps pulling each toward the nearest bedpost. And because the bed was so wide, her legs were spread rather far apart. The effect was that her body formed a large letter 'A.'

She took a step closer without realizing she had done so. The woman was wearing nothing but a black silk blindfold. Her shaven pussy glistened moistly in light.

Nick took her by the hand and pulled her closer so she could get a better look at the woman laying on the bed. "Taylor," he said, "this is Laura."

"Laura, say hello to Taylor."

Laura said, "Hi, Taylor," with a voice that she almost managed to make sound confident and comfortable. Nick stepped behind Taylor and wrapped his arms around her. She felt him firmly squeezing her in a big hug. His wrists crossed and he grasped each of her lovely breasts with opposite hands. Taylor could feel his stiff cock pressing up against her lower back. He nuzzled her neck and breathed softly into her ear, "You're going to turn me on so much with this. Thank you for this fantasy."

He then released her breasts, reached down and pulled her shirt up over her head. He took half a step back and continued undressing her. He tossed her bra lightly aside. Enjoying the feeling of his hands on her body, and fascinated by the naked, bound woman on the bed in front of her, Taylor said nothing. She was suddenly, and for no particular reason, keenly aware of the feel of the soft carpet on her feet.

Nick helped her step out of her jeans, and Taylor's hands fell lightly to her sides. She was now completely naked. But she didn't move. She didn't know what to do or what Nick expected of her.

Laura couldn't see, but all of her attention was focused on them with laserlike intensity. She didn't try to speak. She wasn't resisting. She hardly moved, but Taylor could see the tension in her body. And unless it was a trick of the light the moistness of her crotch had increased. 

Nick pulled Taylor gently to the side of the bed. They half sat and half climbed up until they were quite close to the bound girl. He reached down and squeezed one of Laura's breasts. She moaned, despite her anxiety. She was still desperate to finish what Nick hadn't let her finish in the car, and the whole situation had worked her body and mind into a frenzied pitch of excitement and tension. The needs of her body were threatening to overwhelm her ability to think.

Taylor watched Nick's hand as he worked Laura's breasts. First one, then the other. Squeezing, rubbing, scratching the skin lightly with his fingertips, pinching her engorged nipples. The skin around her nipples was completely crinkled and almost seemed to twitch at his touch. Taylor became fixated on what he was doing – she could almost feel his hands on her breasts as she watched him touch Laura's.

Nick reached over and took her hand. He brought it over to Laura's nearest breast. Taylor felt her fingers come in contact with the warm flesh. They seemed to tingle at the touch. Then his hand was gone. She watched it travel down Laura's belly to her pussy.

With the attention to her breasts and pussy, Laura began to hum with pleasure. Looking down, Laura realized that without quite being aware of it, she had taken over pleasuring Laura's breasts. This went on for several minutes.

Nick was doing something that was making Laura breathe harder and faster. But Taylor was fascinated with watching her own hands work. She though of the way she liked her own breasts fondled and was using this to excite Laura.

Somewhere in there, Nick stopped what he was doing and got off the bed. Now it was just Laura and Taylor. Taylor continued to play with Laura's breasts and they were both so caught up in the feeling that they only vaguely wondered what would come next. Then she felt Nick's hands on her hips. Nick had gotten undressed come up behind her. Using his strong hands he repositioned Taylor so that she was face down on the bed with her head hovering over Taylor's closest breast. He lay down on the other side of Laura's body, facing her and gently pressed her head until her lips were only inches away from the bound girl's nipple. Then he started rubbing her back.

Taylor felt his finger slide slowly down her spine and through the crack in her behind. She was transfixed. She looked down at a gently heaving breast and over at Nick's smiling face. He leaned forward and kissed her. Deeply and tenderly. When he broke off, he reached up and took a fistful of her hair. Using it like a handle, he repositioned her face so that her lips were actually making contact with Laura's nipple.

Taylor looked into Nick's eyes and began to suck. She knew the effect this was having on him. Laying there bound, feeling a woman's lips on her nipple, Laura had fantasized about this for years. A dark, deep, hidden fantasy. 

After a couple of minutes Taylor really started to get into it. What did she like? She brought her hands up and grasped the nearest breast. She squeezed it rather hard to make the skin taut and sensitive. She nibbled on the nipple and swirled her tongue around it in lazy circles. She was gratified to hear Laura moan deeper, and she felt Laura's body quiver with pleasure and lust beneath her own. Watching Nick to see the effect her performance was having on him, as well, she inched forward and repeated the performance on the other breast. 

For a while Nick continued to rub and tweak Taylor's behind as he watched her. Then he moved back down between Laura's legs and did something else that caused her to writhe with pleasure.

Nick let this build for a while. He randomly tickled and prodded Laura's clit in preparation for what was to come. He wanted her at a high pitch of excitement.

He watched Taylor as she increased the tempo of her assault on Laura's breasts. He was keeping a careful eye on how turned on they both were getting. When he judged the time was right, he moved.

Taylor felt hands on her hips again. She was pulled gently but firmly back and away. Next thing she knew Nick pulled her to her knees and then off of the bed and on to her feet. He walked her around to the foot of the bed.

Taylor found herself staring directly up between Laura's legs. The bound girl's chest was heaving with her labored breathing and her nostrils were flaring.

Nick moved around Taylor again. He hugged her tightly. She could feel his stiff prick wedged up against the crack in her ass. She suddenly wanted him to enter her from behind as much as she'd ever wanted anything sexual. But he was whispering in her ear again.

"OK, baby," he said. "She's all yours."

And then he simply released his hug and stepped back.

Nothing. For a long moment nothing. Taylor started to look around to see what Nick was doing, but she felt his hand come up and grasp her hair again. He positioned her head so she was again facing directly toward Laura. Then he pushed her head slightly forward and pulled up so that her face was angled down toward Laura's crotch.

His hand withdrew.

More nothing. Laura could feel Taylor between her legs. Her heart was beating wildly.

And Taylor, hardly thinking about what she was doing, but knowing how much Nick wanted to see this inched forward. She climbed slowly up between the Laura's thighs. She gently grasped a thigh with each hand. She seemed drawn to Laura's wet crotch. Her lips were splayed completely open. Her moist skin was almost sparkling in the dim light. She could actually see the Laura's heartbeat in her pussy.

"Please," Laura said. "Please. Lick me. I need to cum."

Taylor knelt on the bed, leaned forward, and touched the pulsating flesh. She was surprised to find it felt exactly like her own. She then wondered why this should surprise her. She pressed the little hood back and looked at Laura's clit. She touched it with her finger. Laura's body jerked in response. Taylor touched it again. And then began rubbing two fingers in a gentle circular motion as she did when fingering herself to orgasm.

She heard Laura grunt and moan in response. "Oh, yes. Ohhhhh...That's perfect."

For a long time nothing else happened. Taylor just kept fingering Laura's clit and observing both her reaction and Nick's. He watched with fascination and undisguised lust. Then she closed her own eyes and could almost feel how Laura must feel. Lying there, completely restrained. Her clit being rubbed and teased continually. And she knew what she wanted -- what Laura must want. Almost without thinking, she repositioned herself and began licking at the swollen clit.

At first she just dabbed at it with the tip of her tongue. She found that she liked the aroma and taste. Taylor liked the taste of her own pussy on her own fingers or on a cock, and Laura's tasted a lot like her own. She was using one hand up above to hold Laura's clit open for easier access. Her other hand was pressed down beneath her, the fingertips lightly touching the skin on Laura's ass. But as the moments passed, her tongue movements became longer and deeper. She felt her lips touching the warm wet flesh around the clit.

Laura was moaning loudly now.

Taylor quickened her movements. Her lips now covered the entire area of Laura's upper pussy around the clit. Sucking the tasty flesh into her mouth, she squeezed her lips together. The little bulb popped up at the pressure. And Taylor started licking and swiping at the hardened fleshy nub in earnest. She wasn't quite sure what she was doing. She just wanted it to feel good.

Taylor was also using her hands. She had moved one finger into the Laura's pussy and pushed in and out. Somehow it didn't feel big enough, so she pulled it back and replaced it with two fingers. That was better. She repositioned her mouth and tongue. Lubrication oozed around her fingers and dripped down along the crack in Taylor's ass. She was rewarded by hearing a great sigh from above. The twitching and throbbing of the whole crotch area seemed to increase.

Taylor was getting amazingly turned on herself. Her own crotch was incredibly wet.

Laura was thrusting her pelvis against Taylor's mouth to bring herself off.

Taylor felt Nick at her side again. He moved in and lay next to her. He grabbed her hair, pulled her head gently away, and took over licking Laura's pussy. Taylor's fingers were still buried in Laura's pussy. She felt the pace of Laura's excitement quickly elevate and Taylor could sense Laura was getting very close, very fast.

For Laura, laying there blindfolded meant that all of her other senses, especially her sense of touch was heightened, and given the level of her excitement, she was riding the wave of an orgasm that she knew was going to fire through her body like nothing she'd ever experienced.

Nick was still holding Taylor's hair when Laura made an agonized moaning noise. Quickly, Taylor pulled back, pressed Nick's face back into Laura's crotch and whispered, "Finish her quickly. Lick hard and very fast."

Nick accepted the sudden reversal, knowing that Taylor was giving him good advice from a woman's perspective. Laura started writhing with renewed intensity and the moaning noises from above had turned into hard quick grunts. Laura was bucking her pelvis into Nick's mouth. Taylor slid up Laura's body until her face was next to Laura's ear. 

"You love his tongue on your pussy don't you? Do you want him to fuck you?" Taylor teased Laura's nipples mercilessly as she whispered.

Laura was almost incapable of understanding what she heard, let alone speaking. The waves of pleasure rippling through her body made it almost impossible for her to think about anything else. 

"Yes. God, yes. Fuck me," she gasped.

Nick slid up her body and began pumping in rhythm with Laura's bucking. Taylor watched in fascination. She'd never been this close to two people fucking before. She reached down to play with her own clit with one hand, flicking it and Laura's nipple in the same rhythm.

After only a couple minutes of this she watched Laura's thrusting become more urgent. Bound as she was, Laura was pushing herself as hard as she could up against Nick's thrusts. Taylor could hear the mantra coming from her, "Yes. Fuck me. Yes. Fuck me. Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god." Taylor could feel the contractions of Laura's orgasm. She watched, almost hypnotized as Laura's and Nick's hips kept pumping and pumping together. She stared into Nick's eyes as she watched him fuck Laura. It was positively the most erotic moment Taylor had ever known. She experienced a small orgasm of her own in response.

She watched Nick's face as he shuddered with his own orgasm. 

Laura felt Nick ease himself out of her, straddle her body and slide up towards her head. She felt his cock at her lips, and tasted herself on him. Able to move only her head, Laura used her tongue and lips to tease his cock, enjoying the taste of his cum mixed with her own juices.

Taylor slid around behind him, straddling Laura's stomach. She wrapped one hand around the base of his semi-hard cock, using little strokes as Laura teased the tip. She felt Laura's body jump underneath her as she reached back with her other hand to tease Laura's post-orgasmically sensitive clit.

Nick reached down and pulled Laura's blindfold off. It took a second for her eyes to adjust, and then she was treated to one of the most erotically exciting sights she'd ever seen – Nick straddling her tits, his cock in her mouth, with Taylor's hand on it. 

Laura couldn't see much of Taylor, but she could see enough to realize that she had a very sexy body and that she didn't look anything like Laura had imagined while she was blindfolded.

Nick reached up to release Laura's hands, and climbed off to untie her legs, as well. There was an awkward moment when the two girls found themselves looking into each other's eyes for the first time. They looked at each other and started to giggle. Taylor took the initiative and, reaching out with her hand said, "Hi, I'm Taylor. It's been a real pleasure meeting you."

"Believe me," laughed Laura taking Taylor's hand, "the pleasure was definitely mine."

"I enjoyed it, too, but I think the pleasure was mostly Nick's." With that they both laughed. Laura said, "Given how much I'm sure he enjoyed it, I think we ought to charge him."

"I'm sure he'll make it up to us somehow."

Nick said, "Now, wait a sec. I think the two of you enjoyed that quite a lot, but, before we have the debate of who owes whom, I need y'all to excuse me for just a second," and with that he stepped around the corner and went into the bathroom.

Taylor climbed off of Laura's stomach, as Laura flexed her legs, stiff from being restrained during all of her exertions. Getting up onto her knees, she was face to face with Taylor. There was an electric moment as the two women realized the situation they were in with another naked woman. Laura looked directly into Taylor's eyes and studied her face as if she were trying to fathom something. Taylor didn't know what to say or do, so she simply knelt there with her hands hanging limply at her sides.

Laura took Taylor's face in her hands. Pulling Taylor's face up to her own, Laura kissed Taylor full on the mouth. Taylor had been kissed before by a lot of men. She had experienced the hungry kisses and the tender ones, but this was all together different. It was as soft and gentle as any she had ever known, but Laura's passion and her active tongue just took Taylor's breath away. Without conscious thought she found herself kissing back, her tongue battling with Laura's. Laura's hands slipped to Taylor's arms and she gently scraped her nails up and down them, sending shivers through Taylor's body. 

When the kiss broke, Taylor was shaking. She had never experienced anything so sensual, naughty and sexy before.

Taylor felt Laura's hands slide under her breasts and push them up, almost like an offering.

"Can I?" the blonde whispered.

Taylor was caught off guard by the question. After a pause she nodded.

Taylor jumped at the first fleeting contact of Laura's fingers on her skin. She tightened her hold and began to gently squeeze Taylor's breasts. Taylor looked into Laura's eyes. The lust in Laura's face caused Taylor's arousal to spike. No woman had ever looked at her with that kind of expression before.

Laura's fingers traced gently around Taylor's breasts, making slow circles as they zeroed in on the aureolae. 

At that moment Laura chose to flick her tongue over one of Taylor's stiff nipples. The sensation was like an electric shock running through her body. Taylor was lost in a whirlwind of sensation and need. Laura first gently sucked the nipple into her mouth, applying more suction until it stood out from the surrounding aureole. She then began to flick her tongue over it. Each swipe of that soft, warm tongue seemed to bring a reciprocal jolt in the muscles of Taylor's lower back. 

Taylor moaned and started to really get into it as Laura worked her breasts. Laura placed both hands on one of Taylor's breasts and held it still while gently squeezing. She then sucked the nipple and some of the aureole into her mouth and rolled her tongue around it. Laura pressed her tongue against the stiff nipple and pushed until her tongue slipped past it. She then pulled her tongue back and repeated. Each time Taylor's nipple gave a shock that ran into her system. It seemed her nipple was connected by unseen wires to the muscles in the small of her back and as the pleasure mounted so, too, did the tension in her back. 

Laura then switched techniques, letting the nipple free of her mouth and dusting it with her tongue. The combination of the cooler air of the room and the quick, fleeting contact caused Taylor to whimper. 

Nick came back into the room, admired the scene on the bed and climbed in to kneel behind Taylor. He started driving her to distraction with his tongue on her ear and his breath on her neck.

Laura switched between nipples, and used multiple techniques to keep the pleasure mounting. It went on for minutes. Taylor was used to men being enamored of her breasts, but no man had ever given them such tender attention for so long. Her eyes were tightly closed and her head lolled back on Nick's shoulder.

"You like that don't you?" Nick asked in a whisper.

A "Yes," came from Taylor and, unexpectedly, from Laura, as well.

"Good," laughed Nick.

As he spoke, his hands slid to her thighs. Nick applied gentle pressure to Taylor's inner thighs and she felt them part, almost as if they were acting of their own accord. Nick's hand cupped Taylor's mound. His fingers moved slightly, until they settled in the correct position to curl just right into her pussy. Taylor's mouth gaped open and her body convulsed, but no sound came.




Double Date



Nick's fingers massaged while his wrist made a twisting motion that brought his fingers into contact with Taylor's clit at different angels and with varying pressure. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes hard, others very light. The changing tempo and pressures produced stark contrasts in the level of pleasure they brought. Hard spikes vied with subtle troughs in Taylor's body. Layered over this source of pleasure, was the continued collage of sensation as Laura kept up the attention to Taylor's breasts.

Ordinarily, the pleasure from having her breasts handled was mild, a kind of minor pleasure that was good for foreplay, or as icing on the cake once she was getting fucked. Now, that stimulation took on a life of its own, not merely grazing her consciousness, but actively competing with the insistent signals from her pussy. The flood of incoming stimuli became a kaleidoscope of pleasure, with intense sensation standing out against the pervasive backdrop. Laura was fascinated by the feel of Taylor's tits, and also the way that she could make her respond. 

Particular sensations began to stand out. A particularly solid contact between Nick's questing fingers and Taylor's clit. Laura using her teeth to trap Taylor's nipple and lash it with her tongue. The contrastingly soft caress of Nick's free hand on the underside of her breast. Discreet moments in time, where pleasure was king and each sensation seemed to be enjoyed to its fullest extent. Subtly nuanced pleasure, from a well that seemed to be overflowing.

Taylor wasn't used to experiencing pleasure like this. Even in her most avidly pursued liaisons, the pleasure ebbed and flowed. Here the pleasure was slowly, almost exquisitely retained, moving to higher and higher levels, with correspondingly more intense spikes. Two sets of hands on her body and two mouths actively stoking her passion added to the collage. The contact of flesh on flesh was a further enhancement to the already wild maelstrom of sensation she was trying to cope with.

Taylor felt the tell-tale twinge in her deep muscles that was a precursor to orgasm. Her body convulsed once, almost doubling her over and then she uncoiled like a spring as her orgasm hit. Blasts of pleasure, emanating from her pussy shot through her body and deluged her mind. 

The orgasm was intense, more powerful than any she could remember. Wave after wave of heady sensation rising and falling with each new contraction. She moaned and whimpered and as it echoed away, she felt herself suffused with indolent contentment. If it hadn't been for Nick's arms wrapped around her and the support of his body behind hers, she would've collapsed.

"Whoo," she exhaled.

* * * * *

After they'd mopped up a bit, Nick suggested they go to sleep and then go out for a celebratory breakfast in the morning. Both girls enthusiastically agreed. So he set an alarm and they all lay down together.

Nick was in the middle. Laura was nestled up against him on one side, already asleep. Taylor was lying on his other side. She was facing him and toying with his chest hair thoughtfully. His eyes were closed but he wasn't yet asleep. Taylor's eyes were open.

"That was really nice," she said quietly.

"Hmmm," he responded with a more-or-less affirmative tone.

"Pretty pleased with yourself, aren't you?"

He favored her with another 'hmmm'ing noise. This one sounded almost smug.

She reached down and took his now lax prick in her hand. "Good boy," she said.

He chuckled.

"Next time, . . ." she said and didn't finish the thought.

"Hmmmm?"

"Next time," she said, "I want to run the show." She gave his prick a little squeeze and watched as it half inflated.

"Next time?" he half mumbled.

"You know what I mean," she said, rubbing his member so that it started to come more fully to life. He good-naturedly swatted her hand away. He'd had enough for one night. Taylor smiled to herself and thought, 'last one standing.' She continued, "I want to sit naked in that big chair in the corner and have Laura on her knees before me licking me."

"Hmmmm."

"I want to call the shots." She brought her hand back up to his chest. "What do you think?"

"Hmmmm," he said. "We'll see." He yawned and then said, as if to end the conversation, "Guess you'll just have to win a bet."

That was good enough for Taylor – she liked bets. She whispered, "Go to sleep."

"Mmmmmm," Nick agreed. It had been one hell of a night.

Taylor was sure there would be a next time and that she'd get her way. She propped herself up on one elbow to look at Laura. 'Beautiful' she thought. She imagined that mouth totally at her command and felt a small sexual rush at the thought. Reaching over Nick, she took one of Laura's nipples between her fingers and watched as the luscious bud inflated. The feel of the now rigid flesh on her fingertips was delightful.

Laura moaned softly but showed no signs of waking.

Taylor lay back and settled down to sleep. But she maintained a tender grip on Laura's nipple. She played with it idly as she drifted off. "Next time," she thought to herself. "Next time."

* * * * * *

Nick's eyes fluttered awake at the noise. He couldn't identify it at first, but as the cobwebs cleared he recognized it as muffled moaning.

Taylor lay on the bed next to him. Her arms were wrapped around a pillow that she clutched to her chest as if her life depended on it. She had one corner in her mouth and her teeth were clamped down tighter than a bulldog on a side of steak. Her eyes were squeezed closed. 

He looked down and saw Laura's face buried in Taylor's pussy. Her mouth enveloped the other girl's clit and she had a finger or two working in and out of Taylor's pussy.

Taylor's legs were spread wide and Nick could see Laura flicking her tongue and sucking with her lips.

Like most men, Nick generally woke up horny, and seeing the two women going at it only turned him on more.

While Nick enjoyed the show, slowly stroking his cock, it was only a few minutes before Taylor started bucking her hips against Laura's face. Taylor arched her back.

"Oh, fuck!" her voice was barely a horse whisper. "Oh, fuck . . . oh, god . . . eat . . . eat me . . . oh, god!"

She stuffed the pillow back in her mouth to keep from screaming. Her knuckles turned white and she pushed her pussy forward, as if she were trying to force it down Laura's throat.

Their bodies tensed and then Laura dove in as the floodgates opened. Taylor began to cum . . . and cum . . . and cum . . . All the while Taylor's head rocked back and forth in the throes of an earth-shattering orgasm.

It was quite something to see. Taylor was virtually silent as the waves of the orgasm wracked her body. 

Nick stroked his hard cock, wanting desperately to be in the middle of the action, but at the same time, enjoying watching the two women share each other.

When there was no more cum to be had from between Taylor's legs, Laura climbed up over Taylor, as if to mount her. Their breasts pressed together and they embraced.

Taylor wrapped her legs around Laura and they held each other tight. They kissed tenderly. Both girls were oblivious to Nick watching them.

They continued kissing and caressing for some time. Each explored the other's body.

Laura gently wiped the sweat from Taylor's forehead and brushed the hair out of her face.

Taylor ran her fingertips up and down Laura's back, leaving a trail of goose bumps. 

Laura pushed the hair aside and kissed Taylor's neck; she bit her lip and moaned softly. Taylor nibbled back.

When her head turned towards Nick, she noticed he was awake. There was a dreamy look in her eyes. She smiled at him and said, "Good morning, sleepyhead."

Taylor turned, too. Nick shifted over onto his side and leaned in to kiss both girls. There was a familiar taste in both girls' mouth as he quickly discovered that Laura wasn't the only one who had been eating pussy that morning.

Taylor rolled Laura to her right so she was in the middle with her back to Nick. Laura reached around and felt for Nick's cock.

She lifted her leg and began to rub the head of his cock against the wet entrance to her box.

He put one arm under the pillow and reached around with the other. First, he turned her head and kissed her lips, then her cheek and then behind her ear. Then, his hand went to her full breasts. He cupped them one at a time and found Taylor's hands on them as well.

Pushing forward, he felt the head of my cock enter Laura. She was already soaked and he slid effortlessly inside her. He pushed with his hips and pulled against her breasts. Slowly.

He felt fingers brushing against the underside of his cock and spreading Laura's lips and suddenly realized that it wasn't Laura's hand down there.

Laura moaned, "God, that feels so good." 

The girls continued to kiss. They made little cooing and sucking sounds as their lips met. Laura pulled Taylor close with one hand behind her head and the other on her bare ass.

Nick's hands went to Laura's hips as he pumped his cock in and out of her.

Their early morning lovemaking was slow. 

It was beautiful. 

It was magic.

Laura breathed in sharply. Taylor's hand was moving faster, so Nick moved his hips faster. They established an easy rhythm.

As Taylor kissed Laura's lips, Nick pushed her hair out of the way and kissed the back of her neck. Then behind her ear. Then down across her shoulder.

Nick's kisses left a wet line across Laura's shoulder, and Taylor blew softly from the top of her neck all the way down. Laura shivered with delight.

Nick's hands continued to rub Laura's breast in time with his thrusts, even as Taylor pressed against them.

"Keep doing that," Laura panted. "Don't stop . . . don't stop . . . don't stop fucking me . . . oh, god . . . oh, fuck . . ."

Taylor's hand moved even faster. Nick could feel her pressing against Laura's clit and brushing against the bottom of his cock. 

Laura arched her back. She pressed her ass against Nick, trying to take as much of his cock inside her as she could. At the same time she wanted to press her pussy against Taylor's hand, so she pressed forward. Laura alternated between them, lost in her own little world of pleasure.

The big bed began to shake as the three of them neared the climax.

Taylor and I squeezed Laura's breasts together and she cried out. 

Laura turned her head towards Nick and they kissed, their tongues meeting.

Taylor's mouth went to the other girl's breasts, suckling on the nipples.

"Oh, god," Nick could feel the head of his cock begin to tingle. He tried desperately to hold it for a few more moments, but it was too late. "Here I cum!"

"Yes!" Laura moaned. "Cum with me . . . Give it to me . . . Cum inside me . . . oh, fuck . . . oh . . . fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck . . . Oh!"

Taylor pressed a finger against the base of his cock as his orgasm started. She pressed the palm of her hand against Laura's clit and continued to rub as both of them went over the edge.

Nick pressed against Laura's ass, his cock buried inside her as he came. Laura pulled Taylor close to her and they were kissing.

Taylor's hand was still pressed against the base of Nick's cock as the last of his cum emptied out of his balls.

Somehow, Nick managed to lift his head. The girls were giggling softly. They looked at him, silly grins on their faces. 

"One time and you already need a rest?" Laura kissed him. 

Taylor then leaned in to get hers. "If you pass out after having one of us, what are you going to do when you get to have both of us?"

Laura moved her hips so his limp cock slipped out of her. Then she rolled over Nick so that she and Taylor were on opposite sides and they each curled into an arm, their hands rubbing his chest, playing with his nipples and teasing his cock.

The three of them held each other tight for a long time. Nick absently traced the outline of each girl's body with his fingertips. 

They lay together, playing. Nick looked at each of them and said, "So what's the next bet?"



Double Date



Dottie just got off the phone with Shane. She couldn't believe he was coming over in a few minutes. They talked about doing this before but their schedules never worked out where they could both be in the same place at the same time.

Without any time to properly prepare for this encounter, Dottie just quickly brushed her shoulder length wavy brown hair and made sure her tight-fitting blue shirt and jeans weren't dirty before sitting at the kitchen table trying not to fidget. A slight knock on the back door sent her heart racing. 

"Who is it?" Dottie said, waiting for him to reply.

"The boogey man. Now let me in," said Shane.

Dottie quickly unlocked the door and Shane opened it. He wrapped his arms around her and gave her a big hug, planting a kiss on her lips and forgetting to shut the door. He planned for it to be just a quick hello kiss and didn't know just how much he desired Dottie. 

His dick quickly hardened through his jeans and he deepened the kiss. He ran his tongue over her slightly parted lips and entered her mouth. She took his tongue in deeply, sucking on it slightly. He moaned and leaned into her.

She began walking backward into the kitchen, unbuttoning his shirt as they went. When she had it off she let it fall to the floor. She grabbed his button-fly jeans and make quick work of them. He yanked on the bottom of her shirt and took it over her head, breaking their kiss only long enough to throw the shirt. 

He reached down and unzipped and unbuttoned her jeans. He felt of her silky red panties and stopped kissing her and looked down to see she wore a matching silky red bra.

"MMMM. Nice." Shane murmured as he lowered his lips to her neck. Dottie moaned and grabbed his hips for support. She leaned into his nibbling and grabbed his boxer-covered ass and yanked them off him. He kissed lower and bit her nipple through her red bra. Dottie surprised him by ducking down and putting her lips on his hardened dick and sucking hard and fast. 

Shane knees almost buckled underneath him and he grabbed onto her shoulders for support. "Damn you suck good cock," he said as Dottie moved her lips up and down him. She took him all the way in her mouth almost gagging as she got him all the way in. When she started taking him back out, she took her sweet time sliding her lips off him.

Dottie bobbed her head back and forth on him. She reached with one hand and rubbed his balls. With her other she fingered her clit through her now wet silky red panties. She moaned and rocked her hands against her finger as her mouth went up and down Shane's rod he got even harder.

He held on tighter to her shoulders and whispered "not yet."

She took her mouth off him and stood up. He unclasped her bra and slid her panties off her. He motioned for her to hop up onto the table. Dottie slid her oversized ass onto it, hoping it wouldn't collapse. He grabbed one of her large white breasts in his hands and brought it to his mouth. He had to lean down just a bit since the table still didn't quite bring her up to his height.

Shane took her nipple into his mouth and she leaned into him not realizing she parted her thighs as she did it. Dottie also forgot about her date with Dominic for that night. In her excitement over getting to spend time with Shane it slipped her mind that he would be arriving at her back door.

Dominic walked up the steps, noticed the back door ajar and stepped inside. He walked into the mudroom and looked into the kitchen in time to see a tall man sucking on Dottie's tit, his pants and boxers around his boots. Unsure what he should do he just stood there silently watching as Shane took Dottie's nipple into his mouth.

When she let out that moan and sigh and parted her thighs, Dom's dick hardened in his pants. He began to lightly stroke it through his jeans as he watched the pleasure cross her face. When Shane began to rub her clit and insert a finger into her pussy, Dom unzipped his pants and slid his cock out and rubbed on it, careful to not make any noises. He stroked himself slow at first and then with more urgency.

Dottie had her eyes closed and didn't see Dominic standing there. Instead she grabbed Shane's shoulders for support as he lowered his face into her neatly shaven pussy. She cried out as he sucked first on her clit and then stuck his tongue inside her.  

"Fuck me faster with your tongue," she commanded him. Dom almost came in his hands but refrained himself when he heard her take charge of the situation. Dottie moved her legs farther apart to give Shane more room. He glided his tongue in and out of her. Faster and faster.

"OH GOD I'm gonna cum on your face," she screamed, her cum shooting onto Shane. As soon as Dottie stopped shaking, he grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the table and rammed his cock hard into her. 

Dottie wrapped her legs around him and he pumped faster and faster. When Dominic saw Dottie's hands run down Shane's back leaving little red whelps he came quietly; his cum shooting on the wall. 

While he cleaned the wall and himself up to finish watching the show, Shane leaned down and sucked one of Dottie's tits and then the other. 

"Kiss me," she commanded. "I wanna taste you on my lips." 

He did. "God. I taste so good. Don't I?"

Shane just nodded, sliding his tongue into her mouth. She sucked her juices off his tongue and slurped on it in the same motions he slid in and out of her. 

"Fill me with your cum. I want you to fuck me so hard. God you are gonna make me cum all over you."

She did. Her pussy clamping down so tightly on his cock he almost slid out. He wasn't prepared for just how forceful she could cum and it caught Shane off-guard. He came right after her. Dottie felt his ass-cheeks clench just before he did and she knew he shot his load.

With both of them still breathing hard and Shane resting his head on Dottie's shoulder, Dominic entered the room quietly and began clapping.

"Bravo, bravo!" Dom said. "Do I get to do the encore?"

Startled, Shane about fell in the floor trying to grab his pants. Dottie covered her mouth in horror. She just now remember she had a date with Dominic tonight.

"Oh my GOD!" Dottie cried out. "I totally forgot I had a date with you tonight!"

"That's okay," said Dom in his Boston accent. "I've already seen the show."

Dom reached his hand out to shake Shane's. "I'm Dominic by the way," he said. "Nice to meet you."

"Shane," said Shane as he shook Dom's hand and gave a slight nod. Dottie still looked shocked and a bit scared as to what might happen between the two men she had most been wanting to fuck. 

Both men turned to look at her and she smiled with a slightly evil grin.

"How about you join us for the encore?" Dottie posed this question to Dom still smiling.

He glanced at Shane, looked Dottie in the eyes and leaned in and kissed her. He tickled her lips with his tongue and teased her tit with his hand. Shane, careful not to trip over his boots and jeans, stepped backward. Dom scooted closer to Dottie and deepened his kiss while Shane leaned down to remove the rest of his clothing.

He grasped her nipple between his finger and thumb and squeezed. She moaned and leaned into him. Just a couple inches taller than Dottie, Dom didn't have to stoop or stand on his tiptoes to reach her mouth. He twisted her nipple as he slid his tongue into her mouth.

"MMMM that feels nice," she whimpered into their kiss.

"Get down," Dom commanded. "Let's take this into the living room."

Dottie scooted her wet ass off the kitchen table and grabbed Dom's hand as he led her there. She looked back and motioned for Shane to follow.

"Get nekkid for me," she ordered Dom. He shook his head.

"No,Ó said Dom. ÒNot just yet. IÕll take my clothes off when IÕm ready to take them off.Ó

Dottie stuck her lip out and gave a slight pout. Dom sucked on it and pulled her closer to him. He grabbed her ass and brought her flush against him. She could feel his hardened member against her. Shane came around behind them and put his hands on her shoulders. 

He rubbed her shoulders and back getting lower and lower. He was careful to avoid Dom's hands and positioned his face underneath Dottie's ass. He put his hands between her legs and she immediately spread them apart.

The first tongue lick on her ass startled her and she jumped closer toward Dom. He began rubbing both of her monstrous mounds, the flesh overfilling his hands. Shane parted her cheeks and kissed his way to her pussy, drinking up the juices left behind from their previous session. Once he cleaned her pussy, he stuck his tongue deep inside her. 

She grabbed Dom's waist to keep from collapsing on top of Shane. He forced his tongue in and out of her pussy. Dom could tell she liked it and tried to stick his tongue in and out of her mouth in time with Shane's. He kneaded her breasts faster and faster. 

Shane could tell Dottie was about to cum. He licked her hard and fast one more time and just before her pussy clinched in climax, he kissed toward her ass and stuck his tongue right as she came. Dominic lowered Dottie to the floor as he felt her legs give out.

Shane leaned down and began to kiss first her right breast and then her left. He sucked on her nipples and bit them. While he did this, Dom took the time to take off his shoes and clothes. He slid between her legs and whispered,

"My turn," before he began to stick his tongue on her clit.

Dottie bucked against his face. "Yeah, bitch. Buck those hips for me," he commanded. "While you buck to take in more of my tongue you are going to suck his dick."

Shane straddled her tits and placed his dick at her mouth. Dottie followed Dom's orders and took Shane's dick into her mouth. When she did Dom stuck his tongue into her. He used his fingers to part her meaty lips and rub her clit. She bucked harder against him while sucking hard on Shane's cock.

"Oh god," she moaned between sucks. "This feels so good." 

The next time she bucked, Dom slipped a hand underneath her ass. She took Shane completely in her mouth and held him there. When she felt herself gagging she took him out. She nibbled on the tip of him still bucking slightly at Dom's face. He ran his tongue in a super fast motion over her clit and stuck it in her wet pussy. When he did, she literally bounced against his face. When she brought her butt down, he stuck a finger in her ass.

"OHMYGODOHMYGOD OOOOOO MMMMMYYYYY GGGGGOOOODDDD," she said as her mouth clamped down on Shane's dick and her ass bucked back and forth against Dom's finger and face. She came on him and when she did didn't realize she began sucking Shane faster and faster. He put a hand at the base of his shaft to get her to stop. He wasn't quite ready to cum just yet.

When Dom thought Dottie had had enough he stopped moving and just stuck his tongue deep in her, feeling the walls of her pussy swell. He kept his finger in her ass but didn't move it. When he could feel her stop pulsing he licked up toward her g-spot and sent her into spasms of pleasure.

Shane got up just in time. He feared she just might bite off his manhood had he kept it near her mouth.

Her hands grabbed the carpet as she raised her ass up and met Dom's face.

"OH God Dom! You are gonna kill me with sex!!" she cried.

"Told you I'd get you to say my name," he said, smiling. "Now I wanna see how well you can ride."

He motioned for Shane to lay on his back on the floor. 

"Ride him." Dottie got on her knees and put her now dripping wet pussy over Shane's hardened self. She about lowered herself on him when Dom whispered in her ear, "sit on him backwards." 

She turned around and slower lowered herself taking him in. When he was fully encased in her pussy, Dom placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Stay still," he instructed. "I want you to see just how slow you can get that pussy off him now."

Dottie did what she was told and slowly used her leg muscles to bring herself up and off Shane. When she was at the head, Dominic's hand went back on her shoulder. 

"Go back down him just as slow and keep up that pace. Once you get that down you are going to suck my dick." 

He stood in front of her and grabbed her hair, bringing her mouth to his dick. She took it inside and licked him. She couldn't grab his balls like she wanted to since she was using her hands and arms to keep her balanced and keep the slow up and down rhythm on Shane's shaft.

As she went down onto Shane she could feel herself slipping. Dom rammed his cock all the way in her mouth.

"I SAID SLOW!" he barked at her. She looked up at him, her eyes tearing up from trying not to gag. She nodded slightly and began to go back up on Shane's dick slowly. Dom removed his member from her mouth just as slowly.

"Now I'm going to see how talented you are," said Dom. "While you slowly fuck him you are going to suck me hard and fast."

Shane didn't know what to do. He knew he enjoyed the sweet torture her slow movements were doing on him but she didn't want to get Dottie in trouble so he lay still. 

Taking a few deep breaths, Dottie nodded that she was ready. She began to suck Dom's dick hard and fast while she attempted to slowly go up and down on Shane. She knew it was a losing battle but didn't care anymore.

Dom tasted so good she knew she just came all over Shane and just wanted to ride him hard and fast. With a quick movement she didn't know her plump body could do, she got into a squatting position and began to fuck Shane while squatting. She grabbed Dom's dick and pulled him closer to her. She could now control his speed without having him ram it down her throat again.

She began to lick him up and down and licked his balls. She sucked on both of them and licked her way back up his shaft. She still moved her pussy up and down on Shane unaware he was there. When he tapped her on her shoulder she about jumped up.

"That'll do for now," said Dom. "Now turn around and get back on your knees on him."

Dottie did and once again took him deep within her. 

"Now I want you to lean over onto him and put your ass in the air without taking him out of your pussy."

She leaned into Shane who took the opportunity to suck on her tit. Caught off guard again that night, she moaned and leaned into his mouth. She didn't notice Dom putting a hearty dose of lube onto his dick. When Dottie leaned farther toward Shane to let him taste more of her tit, Dom climbed in behind her.

He rubbed his dick onto her ass and teased her rear end before he slowly entered her. When she had one dick in one hole and the other into her other, both men began to move against her. 

"OH MY GOD!" she screamed. "I'm going to explode!" 

Dottie couldn't do anything but enjoy the ride as she first felt Shane's dick deep inside her pussy and then felt Dom's go in and out of her ass. She feared she may pass out it felt so good to be fucked this way. Just when she thought she had the rhythm down, Dom increased his speed. He grabbed onto her hips and pounded her harder and harder.

Shane could tell she was about to cum again. He took started fucking faster. He felt her clinch against him and he once again came.

"Oh yeah. I'm gonna fuck your ass till I cum in it," said Dom. He hammered her hole a few more times before he cried out.

"Fuck me. I'm cumming!"

As he collapsed onto her back, she fell atop Shane, exhausted. After his breathing returned to normal, Dom got up and looked around for the bathroom. He walked away to clean himself up.

Dottie raised up slightly and kissed Shane. "Wow." That's about all she could muster at the moment.

"Wow indeed," said Shane. "This has been more than I expected and have enjoyed it but I think I'm going to head out."

Shane got up and quickly put his clothes on. He walked back to Dottie and kissed her deeply.

"Thank you for inviting me over," he said with a smile. "We'll have to do this again sometime."

With that he walked to the back door and let himself out, closing the door behind him. Dom came out of the bathroom and saw that Shane left. Dottie finally sat up from the floor and looked at Dom.

"I'm so sorry I forgot..." Dom placed a finger over her mouth.

"SSSHHH," he said lowering himself to the floor. He grabbed the back of her head and stuck his tongue in her mouth as he kissed her. His fingers playing with her pussy he lies back on the ground.

ÒLet me clean you up,Ó he insisted. ÒClimb on my face.Ó

She put her pussy right over his face and leaned down lightly sucking his soft dick. He licked the cum from her pussy but it did no good. His motions made her wet and horny for more. She cum on his face.

ÒMove down.Ó As she did, he licked around her ass. Her mouth on his penis made him begin to harden. He licked her ass and tasted the juices from all three.

ÒDamn you taste good,Ó he said smacking his lips. Dottie climbed off him.

She gave him a hand up and kissed him deeply. 

ÒIÕm gonna go freshen up,Ó she said.

As she walked away, he patted her bare butt. She looked back at him and smiled, walking to her bathroom. While she jumped in the shower and cleaned all the sex juices off her body, Dominic found the bread and cheese and grilled a couple of sandwiches. He snuck into her bedroom and lay on the bed, the sandwiches on a plate in front of him.

Dottie stepped out of the shower and saw Dominic laying on her bed. He motioned with his finger for her to join him. She grabbed her towel and wrapped it around her while walking toward him. He sat up and she joined him on the bed. They each ate one of the sandwiches in silence. 

He sat the plate aside. "Lie on your stomach," insisted Dominic.

She did. He began a slow sensual assault on her body. He started at her fingers and rubbed them. When he felt her relax, he rubbed her arms. Dottie relaxed even more. He changed positions and rubbed her feet. Dottie moaned into the pillow. It felt so good the way his hands moved smoothly over her. 

He went from her calves to her thighs, her ass to her shoulders. He straddled her ass and slowly kneaded her neck and head. He leaned down and whispered into her ear. "Roll over."

Dottie did. Dominic followed the same path that he did on the back onto the front. Just when Dottie almost fell asleep Dom lay atop her and began to kiss her slowly and tenderly. They each began to caress the other on various body parts. He grabbed her shoulders and rolled them to lay on their sides.

Dottie reached down and stroked Dominic, feeling him get harder with each pass. Dom rubbed her breasts and moved his hand lower parting her lips. She moaned into their kiss. Their slow assault on each other brought their desire to a slow boil.

He took one of her nipples in his mouth and tugged. The other one he pinched before he brought his mouth lower. Dom had Dottie spread her legs and grabbed her ass before lowering his face into her moistness.

ÒYou are going to cum when I stick my mouth deep in you,Ó he directed. ÒWhen you do IÕm going to feel your juices on my face.Ó

He buried his tongue deep inside her. Dottie felt her lips clinch and tighten and knew he told her what she would do. He hit the right spot inside her and her juices poured onto DomÕs face. Some of her cum trickled to her ass. Dom raised her ass off the bed and licked around that hole. Dottie shot more cum as he entered her ass. His tongue thrust deep in and out of her anus. Juices flowed freely from her.

ÒMy god Dom, your gonna kill me!Ó cried Dottie. Dominic stopped putting his tongue in and out of her ass. He put her legs back on the bed and helped put her back onto her side.

He climbed beside her and rests his hardened member at her wet ass.

"Raise your leg," commanded Dom in a soft voice.

When Dottie did, Dom brought his hardened member to the vee of her desire. He slowly slid himself inside her and grabbed her leg to lower it on his. This time they took their time rocking back and forth against each other. 




Double Date



They continued to kiss each other and rub each others nipples while their grinding against each other grew. They both kept time with the other, each starting to go faster and faster. 

All of a sudden Dom changed positions and had Dottie on her back. He grabbed both her legs and put them on his shoulders. He lifted her hips off the bed and began to pound her hard and fast. He reached down and twisted her nipples.

"Damn you Dom!" she cried out. "You made me cum again!" With that she grabbed his nipples and pinched and pulled. He pumped faster and faster. He grabbed handfuls of her mounds and squeezed hard. He filled her pussy with his dick and stopped. Her pussy pulsed against him. She tried to buck against him but with her hips in the air and Dom having her breasts in a virtual vice, she was at his will. 

He looked at her, let go of her tits, grabbed her hips and began to fuck her faster and faster again.

"When I cum this time," he said. "I'm going to cover your tits with my hot jizz."

He could tell this excited her because her pussy clinched on his dick and he felt her juices run down her leg onto his balls. He pumped her more and more. His nails dug into her hips. Just as he was about to cum he lowered Dottie's hips to the bed, spread her legs and shot his sex juice all over her chest. 

She ran her hands over the warm cream, rubbing it into her and sighing. 

"This is definitely better than anything I had planned for tonight," said Dom as he fell into the bed beside Dottie.



Double Date



I'd been dating Emmy for about two months, when she suggested a double date with Mel and Andrew. I think Mel and Emmy had known each other since university, and they were now flatmates, whereas Andrew and I are old friends.

Because of that, I didn't think much of it, and readily agreed.

So it was that we found ourselves going back to the girls' flat, late one Friday night. We settled into chairs in the lounge, and Mel dug about in a drawer for a pack of cards, while Emmy organized some drinks, which turned out to be a couple of bottles of wine.

"Emmy, I can't find the cards: did you have them last?" Mel called to the kitchen.

"Yeah—aren't they in the top left drawer?" came back the answer.

"Uh...ah, yes, got them!" Mel announced, closing the drawer and clearing the coffee table between the seats. As Emmy brought the glasses and bottles back, Mel started to deal. I'm hopeless at cards, except for Blackjack. Fortunately, no-one else seemed to mind what we played, so I had my way for a while.

Of course, when eventually I wound up with a large stack of matchsticks, Emmy decided I'd won for long enough.

"Time for change: we can't have you win all night. Andy, choose something else, then Mel can decide next time."

"He'll sulk if he loses at cards for the rest of the night," warned Andrew, a wingman on whom I can always rely.

"I won't: besides, it'll take you all night to win these sticks back," I taunted, "even if you do pick something atrocious."

"Doesn't have to be cards," pointed out Mel. Nonetheless, Andrew chose some awful poker variant (they all blend into one for me). Inevitably, I had to have the rules explained ("Again," pointed out Andrew), and struggled inwardly to remember which combinations of cards actually meant anything.

My pile of matchsticks was got woefully low, as they moved to rest in front of my friends—mostly, in fact, in front of Mel, who has an immaculate poker face. Keeping pace with my cache's reduction was the level of wine left in the second bottle, which I thought correlated with Emmy's giggling at my losses.

In the end, it came down to a heavily wagered hand between Andrew and Mel; I'd long since dropped out, when Mel forced a big raise. Emmy didn't like the look of it, but Andrew called her. Called her wrongly, though, and lost all his reserves.

"Pah," he begrudged, pushing the stack over to Mel, who smiled angelically back at him. "I'll get another bottle?"

"Please," replied Emmy, "You know where they are."

Andrew wandered off to the kitchen, while I got up to stretch my legs.

"That makes it my turn to choose, doesn't it?" remarked Mel.

"Yup," grinned Emmy, "What'll it be?"

Mel went decisively to the drawers from earlier, and pulled out a folded sheet. I eyed it suspiciously.

"You really think we've drunk enough for that? We're not in university any more," I pointed out.

Emmy, however, had come across to sit on my lap, and grinned at me, "Go on, it'll be fun."

My reply was interrupted by her mouth coming down on mine, green eyes laughing at me.

"Twister? You're kidding, Mel...Chris, what brought that on?" asked Andrew, coming back with the promised bottle.

I detached my girlfriend, slightly reluctantly; she didn't go anywhere, though, and just started kissing my neck.

"She did, honest, officer," I joked, "And I fear Mel might be for real."

"Oh, definitely," she said, "though you might want another drink."

And with that, she surprised me; shocked me, almost. She came up to Andrew, stood on tip toes to reach, and planted a passionate kiss on him. He's tall: taller than me, and I'm 6', and bigger to boot. I smiled the first time I saw Mel and him together, because she's tiny: about 5'2", and really slightly built, and the contrast is so striking.

That's not what surprised me, though.

As she kissed him, her hands reached down to the hem of her dress, and she pulled it up, over her head, breaking off the kiss only briefly before reaching for his face again. Then her hands moved one of his to her backside, while the other went to the back of her neck.

Mel, standing there in her bra and panties: that's what surprised me. It must have been obvious, too, to Emmy, still buried in my neck, as she giggled gently.

"Well, it's impolite to leave you alone like that, Mel," she chided, and started unbuttoning her blouse.

Frankly, I didn't know where to look, given the options. The rapidly disrobing girl on my lap, smiling widely at me, probably had the bulk of my attention, but I spared the odd glance for Mel. Still kissing Andrew deeply, her hands were working hard at untucking and undoing his shirt, while his hands roved greedily. Like I said, she's a slight girl, though of course I'd never seen her quite like this. Small breasts, a slender waist, a pert bottom: her lacy red underwear was a bright contrast to her skin.

For all that, Emmy was doing an excellent job of occupying my attention, as she shrugged off her blouse, and dropped it behind her on the floor. With a white lacy bra inches in front of my face, I leant in and kissed the tops of her breasts, my hands sneaking up under her short skirt to hold her.

Time slowed, and I enjoyed the moment, while Emmy's practised hands slid into my shirt and I kissed her again.

"No, not yet," I heard Mel say, and I looked across as she pulled his hand from the clasp of her bra. She skipped away from him, still grinning, and fetched his glass.

"Right: I was serious, my choice is Twister, but Emmy has...adjusted the rules."

"I'm sure you'll like them," smiled Emmy, standing back up, and fiddling with the buckle to her skirt. Dropping that to the floor, she moved to help Mel spread the sheet.

Andrew and I exchanged a glance: my eyebrow raising, his wiggled in comical response. Neither of us knew this was coming, that was clear. I watched Emmy's white clad buttocks, as Mel brought me my freshly refilled glass, enjoying the sight. She's slender, though not as slight as Mel: breasts that are more like a handful-sized, and they were beautiful in the low cut bra from which her nipples threatened to break free. Her white trunk panties left much more to the imagination, though, than Mel's thong, which I found myself mesmerized by. I'd only really been able to see Mel from behind as she toyed with Andrew, and though that had given me a prize view of taut behind, the scantiness of the lingerie was only clear as she came towards me, glass in hand.

The lace mesh of the bra allowed the dark aureole of each breast to show through the fabric, which was tight against her swollen nipples. The small V of the thong was only a rudimentary covering of her pussy, which is really what had mesmerized me. I realized, a little too late, that I was staring, and dragged my gaze upwards to her face, as my face reddened and she handed me the drink, laughing.

"Prop your jaw up, Chris," she said over her shoulder as she went back to Andrew. I swear she let her hips sway a bit more on the way.

Emmy, by now, was all business, having sorted out her invention: sixteen squares, stitched seemingly randomly on a sheet, in four colours, and what looked like a heavily appended spinner.

"When you've quite finished eyeing up my best friend, Chris, and if you can drag your attention from her tits for just a minute, Andrew, I shall explain. I've added a few locations," she went on, walking over to me, "to the dial, so you'll need to pay attention."

"But first, you really do need to lose those trousers."

With that, she finished unhooking my belt, and let my trousers dropped while she pulled my shirt off my shoulders. Glancing across as I tugged off my socks, I saw Andy being divested of his clothes, too, and then Mel went across to the dial, spun it, and watched where it fell, before spinning it again.

"Ok, boys: left foot blue, right foot green," she directed. Andrew and I approached the sheet, with only mild trepidation, and stood as instructed.

"Mel: left foot green, right hand red," as she did the same. Emmy wound up behind me, arse in the air, as she reached down to put her hand on the ground. Andy, with Mel in front of him, had a much better view of her butt, poised in front of his crotch, as she grinned up at him under her arm.

Reaching out and spinning the dial, Emmy directed us again.

"Boys, put your left hand on blue and right hand red; Mel, our right foot green and left hand red," as she contorted to obey. I had to look up, because Mel broke out giggling. Emmy wasn't in too bad a shape, crouched over in a corner of the sheet, but Mel had to bend backwards to get her feet on green, and her left hand on red. Legs apart, her pelvis was up in the air, and her head was nearer the ground, between Andy's legs.

His view was of a pleasingly stretched midriff; she was left looking up at his crotch, which was now decidedly swelling his boxers.

A somewhat muffled voice from behind me issued a new set of instructions:

"Mel, right hand blue, right foot red. Andrew, Chris: right hand blue, too, and left foot yellow."

This was a bit of a stretch now, as I and Andrew moved to adjust. Mel was now spread-eagled and balanced on outstretched extremities, whereas Emmy had managed to arrange herself with bottom in the air, facing away from me. Of course, she still contrived to reach her spinner.

"Er...guys, left hand on a bum, right foot yellow. I'd rather it wasn't each other's arse, please," she clarified, "and Mel, our right foot green and left hand on a leg."

Marvelling silently at the complexity of her spinner, I watched as the girls rearranged themselves, Mel frowning slightly while she worked out how. My left hand was pleased to find itself caressing Emmy's lace-clad behind, while she supported herself on one of my knees. Mel, slightly precarious now, was supported by Andy reaching down and cupping a buttock, grinning furiously.

Emmy took a break from my knee, and called our next machination out.

"Boys, right hand...on a leg, left hand...stays put. Mel, without toppling over, sweetheart, left hand on blue, right foot red."

"Grand," muttered Mel, glancing about her for a red, which brought her pelvis up, causing Andrew to straighten somewhat and keep his hand supporting her, but under a thigh now, as well as beneath her arse. Emmy, meanwhile, shifted her feet around, and I snaked my right hand between her slightly spread legs to stroke her inner thigh.

"Ooh, right: boys, left hand moves frontward, please, and left foot yellow," Emmy said brightly and euphemistically, "Mel, left hand blue and right hand...green."

This was a bit of a challenge for Mel, who found herself having to twist herself, one hand at a time, into a posture similar to Emmy, butt in the air, head downwards. Once they were suitable arranged, Andrew and I shared a grin, and shifted our left hands. Mel's pussy was straight in front of Andrew, who slipped his hand between her legs to cup her mound, palm over her lips. My hand was welcomed by a gentle rocking of Emmy's hips as she rubbed herself lightly across my fingers, the heat of her palpable through her panties.

A pause.

"Uh, Emmy?" came Mel's prompt.

"...yeah...left hand green, right foot blue...sorry, Mel, that's us: you two need to move your...right foot to blue, too, aaand your left hand to a handy boob, please," came the disappointed-sounding instruction.

No hardship for me, though, as my left hand slid back, round her waist, and up to cup her left breast. I couldn't resist, and my forefinger gently tugged her nipple free from the low-cut cup, and rolled it softly against my thumb. Behind me, I could hear a sigh from Mel, as Andrew, adjusting his feet, contrived to nudge his hand underneath her bra to properly hold her tit.

"That's better: Mel, right hand to a crotch, definitely, and left hand blue; boys, you can leave your left hand just there, but your right hand is needed on an arse."

On its way up from thigh to buttock, my thumb ran along the length of Emmy's slit, causing a slight twitch to go through her, and I rested my hand on her left buttock, thumb still between her cheeks. I was, however, quickly distracted by her hand seeking backwards, hitting my leg, and navigating upwards to find, through my shorts, my growing penis. Stroking along its length through the thin cotton, she balanced while her other hand reached for the dial. No sooner had I started to enjoy the sensation, though, than she read out:

"Mel, left foot yellow, right hand blue! Sorry, guys; left hand blue, right hand green."

This was something else, though: Mel, giggling, had to turn over again, and, stretched out again, presented her crimson adorned pussy to Andrew's face. Emmy, still face down, was now spread out, with legs wide. She positively purred the next instruction.

"Boys, mouth on a pussy, I'm pleased to require; Mel, I think we should stay put, don't you?"

"Yup, definitely. But the pants have got to come off," she replied, breaking her pose briefly to drag off her thong and fling it aside. Stretching back out, she revealed a perfect cunt to us all. Shaved bare, with small pink lips inviting a closer look, and a moist centre reaching up for Andrew's wide-smiling mouth. He wasted no time, but leant in and licked from base to clit, eliciting a little moan from his blonde girlfriend. My attention was diverted at that moment by a familiar scent in front of me, as Emmy's trunks flew off, and she smiled back at me, arse in the air.

"What're you waiting for?"

"Nothing," I assured her, as I dug my face into her pussy, reaching under her with my tongue to nudge and worry her clitoris. Emmy pushed back at me with a sigh, echoing Mel's quiet panting to my side, as the girls enjoyed their attention. Em's ever wetter pussy was evoking a strained response from my cock that was growing harder to ignore. I took one hand off the floor, and spread her cheeks further apart to get better access. It took a moment for her to recognize the implication.

"Hey, your hands are still meant to be on blue and green, not my butt!" she remonstrated. I didn't say anything, unsurprisingly, but kept working my tongue over her clit.

"Do you need a new instruction? Right..." and she reached out, balanced on one hand, to spin her doctored dial. "Hands on boobs, boys; Mel, time for us to repay the attention."

I looked over at Mel, and realise I wasn't the only one who'd been cheating: she'd lowered her shoulders onto the ground, hips still in the air with Andy buried between her legs. Now, though, she pushed him reluctantly away from her, and onto his back. I say reluctantly, but he seemed eager enough. Emmy turned round, and pulled my shorts down, finally releasing my tortured cock. I dropped down onto my knees and reached round to find her bra clasp, fiddled it open, and unclipped her.

Her breasts came free as her mouth descended onto my glans, licking the sensitive frenulum and then taking it into her warm, willing mouth. I looked over to see Mel's blonde hair shielding her face above Andrew's crotch, as she crouched over him and perpendicular to his body. It meant he could reach her naked tits, and he was moving from one to the other, stroking and pinching her small, taut nipples.

Emmy sank onto my length, with one hand on my hip, and the other gently scratching and pulling my balls as she rhythmically moved me in and out of her mouth. I had a hand on her left tit, cupping it as I squeezed and let her nipple rub on my palm. I glanced left, and realised I had a fantastic view of Mel's cunt as she worked on Andy's dick. Kneeling over him, she had her arse facing me, and with her knees slightly apart for balance, I could see her cleft, wet now from Andrew's tongue and her juices. Looking down, I was faced by Emmy, eyes bright as she saw what had caught my attention. Hocking an eyebrow, she winked in the direction of her flatmate.

Needing no further encouragement, I reached my left hand out, and rested it gently on Mel's arse. When she didn't flinch, I let my hand run down, between her legs, and reached forward with a questing forefinger to find the sensitive nub. Her bare pink labia parted easily, and I found it, my thumb gently resting between her inner lips just outside the opening they protected.

I paused, enjoying the heat from her, and the corresponding warmth around my cock, when Mel straightened her back, pushing her hips towards me, and impaling herself on my thumb. The sudden sensation of her tight cunt on my digit caused my dick to twitch involuntarily, and I switched my gaze down to see Emmy's gaze intent on my handiwork while she swirled her tongue expertly over my cock-head. Looking back, I could see the puckered secret of Melanie's anus spasm, as I rubbed her clit and she slowly rotated her hips around my invading thumb.

The extra sensation in her pussy must have sent her up a notch, as within a few moments there was a surprised-sounding squeak from Mel, muffled by the cock deep in her mouth, and a grunt from Andrew. Mel swallowed rapidly a few times, and then lifted her face from Andy's dick.

His slowly deflating erection, and the sheepish look on his face, corroborated Mel's complaint.

"Em," she said, plaintively, but with a grin that belied her disappointment, "I think I've broken my boyfriend."

"Hey, it's not my fault, it's Chris's" Andy defended himself.

I laughed at him, "I don't think you've ever blamed me for making you come, mate!"

"No, it's whatever you did to her twat, you bastard," he clarified, "She suddenly stepped up a gear."

I could feel, more than hear, Emmy's giggle as she took me deep into her mouth then pulled off me.

"Do you want me to try to fix him, sweetie?" she asked Mel with an angelic look and smiling green eyes.

"Yes, but stop messing about with that bloody dial, I've got a better idea," said Mel, taking a swallow of her long-ignored drink, and coming over to whisper in Em's ear. Andy was looking a little bashful, with wet and flaccid dick; I was a little self-conscious, too, with mine still standing to attention, and I tried to cover the moment by finding my own drink. Mel left Em's side, and came over, pressing her slim body against mine. Her hard nipples pushed into my chest, and her hand found and cupped my balls, as she smiled up at me.

"Thanks for distracting me," she remarked, "I wasn't expecting that."

"You didn't seem to mind," I pointed out.

"No, not at all!"

Emmy had mirrored Mel's move, and gone to Andy, obviously passing on Mel's suggestion. Slightly bemused, I watched as she stepped back away, and gracefully cartwheeled herself upside-down. Pausing vertically on extended arms and legs apart, I had a brief glance of her auburn pussy as Andrew lifted her under her thighs and raised her crotch to his face. I said he was stronger than me—I'm stronger than I look, but I doubt I could've deadlifted either girl—and she buttressed her arms, hands above his knees, as her red hair flowed to the floor and she took Andrew's cock into her mouth.

My jaw must have shown my surprise, as the slight blonde by my side chuckled throatily at me, and squeezed my balls.

"I'm too short to 69 with him, though I am light enough to be thrown around like that. But I thought Em might fit nicely," she explained. "Now, she seems to have left you unattended, and is finally ignoring that damned spinner."

Mel pushed me back onto a sofa, and dropped to her knees in front of me. One hand positioned my cock at the right angle, while the other ran straight to her own pussy. A finger disappeared back to the opening I'd just explored, and then came back, wet, to circle her clit as my cock vanished deep into her mouth.

Now, Em's no slouch at giving head: Mel is incredible. She alternated driving me deep back into her throat, with bringing me shallower for her tongue to run hungrily around the rim of my head. The gentle suction, and warm hand under my sack, were incredible, as I watched her loose hair sway back and forth before me, and my girlfriend's head work back and forth at Andy's crotch.




Double Date



Andrew seemed to have recovered, and while Emmy plied his cock, he was obviously having great effect on her twat, judging by the stifled moans coming from her. Mel, pausing briefly to look behind her at them, grinned widely at me, enjoying my wide-eyed look.

Mel stood, took another sip of her drink, and considered me. I didn't mind the hiatus: it gave me a good chance to appraise her, stood with glass in hand, and a finger rubbing lazily between the top of her perfect bare lips, now wet and flared. Her slender legs gave away her excitement, as her knees trembled slightly, and the gentle flush across the soft swell of her tits reinforced my conclusion.

Straddling me now, but facing the other couple, she took my shaft in one hand, and parted her lips to position my head at the entrance to her cunt. Taking her time, she slowly flexed her knees, and lowered herself onto me with a long sigh. The same hand now moved to placate her clit, while I cupped her buttocks and spread them slightly. I could now watch her pussy swallow my cock, while the responsive anus I'd admired earlier continued its tremulous arousal.

Mel picked a slow tempo, but one that drove me deep into her with every stroke, all the while rubbing two fingers over her clit, and pinching her nipples. The tight warmth of her cunt gripping my cock was slowly becoming unbearable, but the gentle pace made it possible to enjoy the sight and sense of her.

Blood rushing to her head, Em's moans were increasing in speed, and she suddenly pulled off Andy's cock as she came, hard, with one long moan. A shudder ran through her, and Andrew slowly brought his tongue to a halt, giving her one long, last lick along her slit as she convulsed.

Gently lowering her to the floor, his fully recovered erection pointed straight at me, being steadily fucked by his girlfriend. Fortunately, there was no jealousy visible on his pleased face. I suppose it would've been hypocritical, anyway: even if I was currently ploughing his field, he'd had his cock in my girlfriend's face for some time.

"You better, now, love?" asked Mel, still calmly driving me in and out of her pussy.

"Yes, thanks: want to check?" he smirked back at her.

"That'd be grand," she affirmed, and with one last squeeze of her cunt around my cock, she lifted off me and sprang to his arms. She kissed him, deeply, as he wrapped her in his arms and lifted her, legs wrapping around his waist.

I spared a glance for the recovering Em, propped on one elbow and watching lazily as Mel reached beneath her to adjust Andy's shaft. Dropping, she impaled herself on his cock, her wet cunt accommodating its full length immediately.

Em lifted herself from the ground, gave me an enquiring look, and sat herself next to me on the sofa. Giving me a long hard kiss, she positioned her arse at the edge of the seat, and, gripping her ankles, raised her pale legs high.

The series of squeals coming from the suspended blonde girl suggested she was close to coming, but they continued, unabated, as I stood to face Emmy. Her head went back, eyes closing, as I dipped my cock into her soaking pussy. Starting shallow, and working deeper with every thrust, I steadily reamed into her, until the little patch of auburn hair she left at the top of her cleft was at the base of my shaft. Mel was now emitting one long, oscillating squeal, which suddenly broke off, and I looked round, trying to maintain a steady rhythm into Em's gripping cunt.

Andrew had lowered Mel onto the floor, on her hands and knees, and was now lining himself up behind her. With one sudden attack, he drove himself full into her. She bounced forwards, face scrunched up and biting her lip, as he rocked backwards, coming all but out of her. No sooner had she recovered her balance, though, than he hammered into her again. The bitten back squeal escaped, as, eyes shut in the agonizing ecstasy of his cock filling her, she reached between her legs to toy with her clit.

The long, drawn out sound, was almost too much for me, and I turned back to Em, who had her eyes half closed as she watched her petite friend being vigorously ploughed. She wrenched her gaze back to me, and nodded at my unspoken question: I pulled out of her once more, and she scurried to drop to the floor in front of the gasping Mel. I took up position behind her, and—abandoning my slow steady speed of before—grabbed her slim waist.

Pushing her buttocks wide, I aimed my cock for her warm opening, and plunged in. The chestnut and blonde hair of the girls meshed, as they rested an arm on one another, and nuzzled one another's necks. Mel's moans reached a climax as she came, and subsided briefly. No pause, though, came in the pounding of her cunt, as Andrew unabatedly drove in and out, his own eyes shut as he savoured the sounds and feel of her.

A growl had started somewhere deep in Emmy as I frantically sought the depths of her pussy with my cock. I moved one hand up to clasp her bouncing tit; the other had been grasped by Mel, unsteady now as she started to come again.

Em's finger moved furiously over her clit; I could feel her orgasm as her cunt went into spasm around my shaft; I could hear the climax in her voice; I could hold no longer. With one last drive deep into her, I could feel my balls tighten and release, the cum burning through me and out, a hot release placed far in her pussy, as I groaned at the answering grasp. Andrew, silently—or perhaps just masked under Mel's latest orgasmic squeal—slowed as he pumped his seed out into the girl's tight depths.

We paused.

Gradually, reality reasserted itself with an inevitable softening and sense of torpor. The noise emanating from the worn-out girls had been replaced by soft moans from Emmy, and silence from Mel, who had subsided to lie on the floor, her arse still raised to meet Andrew's crotch. Em shuffled forward slightly, releasing me, and turned to embrace me with a deep, happy kiss.

"I told you that you'd like my rules," she whispered in my ear.

"Unexpected rules, but yeah; they'll take some beating," I replied.

Sleepily from the floor came "Can someone help me up and pass my glass?" and Andrew picked up his languid partner, lowered her to a chair, and topped up her drink.

"Time for a shower and bed, I think, hon" Emmy told me.

I grinned; to sleep, perchance to dream; and what dreams they might now be.



Double Date



On Friday evening I told hubby that I was organising a little dinner party for Saturday evening, so he must cook a nice meal for four people. I added that although he must cook and serve the meal, he would be permitted to dine with me and my two guests, and hopefully he would have fun. He became really excited about this, I assume thinking the guests would be female, or maybe a couple.

The evening arrived, and I instructed hubby to stay naked, and I tied a little bow on his chastity cage. It was a very pretty pale pink bow, and it puzzled hubby, but he was so excited, he didn't create a fuss. He prepared a really nice Antipasto Misto, with salamis and cheeses and olives, and to follow, a superb Boeuff Bourguignon with rice. The table was beautifully laid, candles were lit, everything was ready, when the doorbell rang. Hubby skipped excitedly to open it, and let the guests in.

"Oh!" he exclaimed when he saw two men.

"Hubby, this is Steve, my current lover, and this is?"

"Justin," Steve announced, "He's in musical theatre in the West End."

"Oh that's perfect, hubby loves musical theatre, I'm sure he'll be wanting to get to know Justin very well."

"I certainly hope so," Justin piped in, "He's gorgeous. Do you always keep him naked?"

"Most of the time, yes."

"What fun, I can see we are going to have such a sexy evening. He has such a cute arse, is it virgin?"

"Oh yes, definitely, but not for much longer I hope."

"Goodee!"

Hubby had gone very pale, and was trying to move away from Justin, who was fondling hubby's left butt cheek.

"And is he always locked up in this cage with a pretty pink ribbon?"

"Locked, yes, but the ribbon is in your honour."

"How sweet, I can't wait to undo it."

"Well, you'll have to wait until after dinner! Husband dear, where are your manners, get us all some champagne!"

Hubby scurried off to get the Moet from the fridge, glad to get out of Justin's clutches.

"Are you really going to let me fuck his arse this evening?" Justin asked quietly so Hubby couldn't hear.

"Yes Justin, I've been wanting to do this to him for a while."

"Wow, I'm sure I'll manage at least twice, I'm so horny."

"Good, be patient until after dinner, although you can grope him all you like, I love watching him squirm."

Hubby got back with the champagne and started filling the glasses. With both hands occupied he was vulnerable to Justin's wandering hands, and Justin took full advantage, standing behind hubby, he reached round and hugged him close and started fondling his balls.

"Oh Christ!" hubby exclaimed.

"Don't be so rude to our guest! I'll have him hit your balls with his fist if you keep this up! Now, Justin has come on a double date, and you need to show some appreciation! Put down the champagne, turn round and show Justin how sorry you are by kissing him sweetly on the lips."

"Oh God! Do I have to?"

"Yes!"

Hubby reluctantly put down the champagne and glasses and turned around. He leant gingerly forward towards Justin's face. Seizing the initiative, Justin put his left hand behind hubby's head and pulled him in to a passionate kiss. Justin's right hand went around behind hubby and onto his arse, and from where I was standing I could see his middle finger working it's way into hubby's arse, then in and out, fucking him with his finger. It was so sexy!

Eventually Justin let go of my poor husband and grabbed hubby's caged cock.

"Look, he's hard inside the cage, it's standing right up!"

"Well there you are dear husband, you do want to be gay after all."

"I don't, please my love, I'm begging you."

"I normally love you begging, but right now it's rude to our guest. Finish pouring the champagne and stop pretending that you don't want Justin to fuck you."

So, hubby poured champagne while Justin put his finger up hubby's arse again.

"A toast," I announced, holding up my glass, "To hubby's deflowering!"

We all toasted, except hubby.

"Since you're being such a sour puss, why don't you go and finish the dinner."

I don't think I've ever seen him move so fast.

With dinner cooked and served to the table we were ready to take our seats.

"Hubby you sit on that side next to Justin, and Steve can sit over here with me. Justin, Steve has already got his hand up my skirt, so feel free to grope my husband as much as you like. Hubby, don't be rude, open your legs and let Justin play with your balls."

We ate the Anti Pasto, with Justin using one hand and playing with hubby's balls with his other. When we were finished Justin started to squeeze hubby's balls harder and harder.

"That was such a lovely starter, I really would like you to come and cook a dinner party for some of my friends. After dinner we could have a little orgy, with all of us taking turns with your cute arse. What do you think, would that be fun?"

"You may need to squeeze his balls a little harder, he seems to have lost his voice."

"Oh God that hurts!"

"So answer my question darling!"

"Yes, yes, that would be fun!"

"Splendid, then that's a plan."

"Oh that's brilliant Justin," I responded, "I love the idea of hubby being gang banged by your gay friends, will I be able to come along and watch?"

"Please my love, don't do this to me." Hubby begged yet again.

"Husband, I'm getting so angry at your behaviour! After dinner we're all going to take turns caning your sorry arse, before Justin takes you off to bed!"

"Oh, please no my love, I'll try to be good."

"Well, see that you do from now on, but we're still going to punish you for what you've already done."

My reluctant husband seized the moment to get away from the table and deliver the main course. He seemed to be taking a long time serving the meal so I decided to speed him up.

"Husband darling, shall I send Justin to help you?"

That worked.

"I'm just coming my love."

Yet again Justin ate with one hand, whilst fondling hubby's balls with the other. Steve had his hand in my panties, so he also ate with one hand, and I was fondling his crotch, so the only person with both hands visible was my virgin husband.

"Darling, the only person not being fondled here is poor Justin. Get your hand on his trousers this instant, or I'll send you home with him tonight!" I just loved the look of horror on his face.

We all enjoyed dinner after that, except hubby, of course.

"That feels so good Sarah," Justin croaked, "I'm so ridiculously horny!"

That was such a turn on for me.

"Just think how Justin's cock is going to feel as he rams it into your virgin arse darling, I'm getting really excited about watching. You don't mind do you Steve?"

"No Sarah, I'm looking forward to it. I'm also looking forward to the caning, when are we going to start?"

"Right now, if everyone is finished the meal?" I stood up as I was speaking, and everyone except hubby got up too, "Come on husband, it's time."

"Oh no, please my love, I'll do anything." "My darling stupid husband, this is the anything!"

That got a good laugh from Steve and Justin.

We all trouped up the stairs, hubby first, followed by Justin, who was working his fingers into hubby's arse again, then me, then Steve, who had his hand up my skirt. I was having such a good time.

Justin and Steve manhandled hubby onto the bed on his hands and knees. They locked his wrists through the bed head, and I handed Steve hubby's old brown leather belt. Justin stripped naked, showing off his toned dancer's body.

"Fifteen minutes each, and make him squeal for me."

For a couple of moments the scene was set. Hubby on all fours with his arse in the air, Steve with the strap in his hand, and Justin naked and priapic. I savoured the atmosphere, hubby terrified, Justin horny and excited, Steve also horny and excited, and me, well, horny and excited!

The tableau stayed set for a few moments, then I said.

"Go!"

Steve pulled back his arm, then swung the belt with all his force, sending it whistling through the air, heading straight for hubby's arse cheeks, all white and virgin. That first impact was fabulous. The crack was loud and shocking, and much, much louder than anything I have ever been able to achieve. Hubby was too shocked to react for just a moment, then he squealed like a girl, but his squeal was cut off by Steve's second stroke, then a third, and on, and on, with hubby crying and begging, and squealing and squirming to try to avoid the belt. He was too tightly restrained to get clear, however, and all he achieved was to get hit in different parts of his arse. Steve worked the belt down the back of hubby's legs, then back up to the top of his arse.

All the time Steve was belting the shit out of hubby's arse, Justin was stroking his rampant cock, which was a really beautiful sight. I loved looking at the monster penis, knowing that it would soon be reaming out hubby's most private place, and that very soon, there would be a stream of cocks making use of his man pussy. All too soon Steve's fifteen minutes was over.

"Right, your turn Justin, then I want to stay and watch your first fuck."

"No problem, I'm so looking forward to this."

Justin changed hubby's position, pulling his legs through the bottom of the bed, and tying them to the foot board, so he was fully stretched out. When he started his belting, he was able to start just above hubby's ankles and work his way all the way up to the top of his arse, then he even gave a few strokes across hubby's shoulder blades. With each stroke, Justin let out a grunt, like a woman tennis player, and the cracks of the belt impacting hubby's skin were even louder than Steve's. Hubby just lay there crying like a baby, which was just music to my ears, and was making me so horny.

Steve then also stripped naked, before he started undressing me, as Justin landed blow after blow on hubby's tortured body. Once I was naked, Steve stood behind me, pushing his cock at the rosebud entrance to my arse, whilst reaching round and playing with both my nipples.

"You're not going in there Steve, so don't even think about it!"

"Just a little way in so you will know what it feels like for your husband."

I didn't say yes, but then, I didn't say no either. Steve stopped playing with my nipples and his cock pulled away from my arse. I felt bereft, deserted, for just a moment, then I saw him grab the lube off the bedside chest, where Justin had placed it in readiness for use on his own cock. A couple of seconds later and Steve's left hand was separating my arse cheeks, and I felt his slippery cock head positioned again at my reluctant rear entrance. Both his hands moved to my hips, and I felt him pressing, pushing to get inside me.

"Oh God." I exclaimed, getting quite scared as I felt my unused arse being stretched to accommodate my well hung lover. I still didn't say no. My reluctant rosebud was being stretched and stretched, and then pop, and he was inside me. He felt so big, and the feeling was really odd, like I was taking a shit. Steve rocked back and forth, going further in each time, meanwhile Justin was still belting poor hubby, and hubby was still crying, oblivious to what was happening to me.

Finally, Steve was all the way inside me, and his hands reached around me, one to my left nipple, and the other onto my clit. As soon as he touched my clit I realised that having his erect cock right up my arse was forcing my clit out of it's little hood, and the sensation of him touching me was much stronger, much more arousing.

"Steve, that feels soooo good!"

"I thought it might."

"Don't stop, I think I can cum like this."

"So can I"

Steve pushed his cock in and out of my stretched anus, not ramming, as he usually did in my pussy, just gently rocking. My arousal climbed and climbed as I relaxed and enjoyed the intrusion.

"Oh, that's so good Steve, I'm getting close"

"Me too"

Just as I was starting the run up to my orgasm, the frigging alarm went off to end Justin's belting session."

"Don't stop! Keep belting him, I'm going to cum! Hit him harder, faster, harder...I'm cumming!!! Keep hitting him! I'm still cumming!"

Just then Steve started to cum, and I could feel him erupting, and then I felt his hot jet of cum splash into me, causing me to start cumming again.

"Keep hitting him Justin, I'm cumming again!!"

Finally I stopped my climax, although little aftershocks were still pulsing through me.

"Ok, Justin, you can stop now."

Steve, carefully withdrew, leaving my arse feeling empty. I started to feel Steve's cum slithering out of my open back passage and down the backs of my legs. I strode quickly to the loo and wiped my arse with paper, and took some back with me in case there was more.

"Right Justin, time to take that big cock of yours and shove it up hubby's arse."

"Can't wait!"

I handed Justin the key to hubby's cock cage, and he unlocked it and then pulled hubby's legs out of the cast iron bars at the foot of the bed. I shoved a towel under hubby's winky, giving his balls a good hard squeeze while I was there. Justin spread hubby's legs wide apart, and tied them to the bed posts. He then put some lube on his hard cock and climbed onto the bed between hubby's legs. He then did something I really didn't expect. He reached between my husband's legs and pulled his balls towards him, as far as his stretched ball sack would allow, then taking his cock in his right hand he leant forward towards hubby's virgin bum, leaning all of his weight on hubby's balls.

"Aaaarh! You're hurting my balls!!"

"Ask me to fuck you."

"Aarrrh!!"

"Ask me to fuck you."

"Please fuck me!"

Justin leant further and further forward until his cock was pressing on the forbidden entrance.

"This is the first of many cocks that are going up this passage"

With that statement Justin pushed his way inside hubby's bum hole.

"Please no, please stop, please no more..."

"But sweetheart, I've only just started"

"Oh God no," my husband wailed.

Justin started a steady rhythm, not long strokes, but short in and outs, progressing further with each stroke, just as Steve had with me. Once he was all the way in, he paused for a moment, and I realised his hand was underneath hubby, and I assumed he was playing with his cock.

"I've got him nice and hard Sarah, so let's see if I can make him cum. Darling hubby, I'm going to give you a really hard fucking now, for as long as I can last before I fill your arse with it's first load of cum. You need to cum while I'm fucking you, because once I've cum, your chance has gone for a week. I'm going to lock you up, then we can start to have some fun with your mouth on my cock. This is going to by quite a long night for you!"

Justin, started long in and out strokes, slowly at first, then gradually picking up pace. Hubby was grunting with each forward thrust. The thrusts got harder and faster, in and out all the way, then faster, and faster, until he groaned and roared, before collapsing on hubby's back. "I think he came as I was finishing, let me just feel....oh yes, a nice sticky mess....lick my fingers darling"

"We're off to bed now darling, Steve's getting hard again. Enjoy your night with Justin, I'm sure he'll enjoy you."

As Steve and I were leaving the room, Justin climbed off hubby and sat on the bed with his cock in front of hubby's face. I paused and watched as he put his cock into hubby's mouth. I did feel a bit sorry for my husband at that point, since Justin hadn't bothered to wash his cock since it was up hubby's arse, but I soon got over it. Steve already had a growing erection, and I needed a good fucking.



Double Date



Before dinner, Jessica jerked me off onto her tits. I had spent all day in the office and my balls were swollen, so when she took off her top and started pumping my cock, I came pretty quickly. Like a good little vixen, Jessica kept stroking every drop of cum onto her chest, even sticking out her tongue and licking the tip of my cock for a few more morsels.

Dinner was at IHOP with Jessica's friend Melanie and her new boyfriend. Melanie was a slut and a cocktease, and had a reputation around town as an easy lay. I thought Melanie was hot as balls, especially that tight perfect ass. For months, I had been begging Jessica to invite Melanie to our bedroom, so I could smoosh my face into my girlfriend's pillowy tits while the thin slut Melanie rode my cock. Jessica said no every time I asked, which was a bummer. 

Jessica was a thick bitch, with huge titties and hips that are easy to grab as you fuck. Don't get me wrong, there is nothing I love more than a curvy girl who slurps down cock like a milkshake. And Jessica spills flesh out of a bikini in every way a man could want. Really, with tits like hers, there is no such thing as a conservative outfit. Every piece of fabric stretches and strains under her body until she's just dripping sex.

But every once in a while, I'd get a craving for a thin tight slut like Melanie and my eyes would wander. It wasn't just her cute ass and adorable tits. Melanie's life was like a porno designed by a horny teenager. She lost her virginity in a gang bang with her step brother's hung friends. She got two thugs from rival gangs to spit roast her, and then drain their loads into her mouth like a mixing pot.

But most famously, and most frequently, she was a sucker for any big cock that swung her way. Melanie would approach strangers in the grocery store if she thought they had a big bulge. She hung out naked in men's locker rooms (nobody fucking protested to the hottie sprawled nude on the carpet) looking for big dick. If you were under 6 inches, Melanie wouldn't give you a second glance. But if you were well hung, then everything and anything was on the table, at any time. 

To be perfectly honest, my cock was 5.8 inches, slightly below Melanie's prick size minimum. But I was hoping that if it ever did happen, Jessica could cash in on years of friendship with the big cock slut to get my underachiever into the most well fucked pussy in town. It's not like Melanie would actually fucking pull out a ruler to measure my cock, but with a size queen like Melanie, I guess anything is possible.

But Jessica said no to a threesome every time. It's not like Jessica is a prude: I've heard the stories of what kind of trouble she got into before she settled down with me. With knowledge of all the black cock that has passed through my girl, it's a wonder I can stay hard inside that seriously fucked pussy. Not that Jessica and I fuck too much any more. At the start of us dating, we were having sex pretty regularly, but it's slowed down a ton. She'll jerk me off onto those massive breasts, and then sit on my face for an hour each night while she watches the Daily Show and creams.

Anyway, Jessica and I arrived to dinner and Melanie texted saying she would be late. Even after licking all my cum off her tits, Jessica said she was still hungry so we got her a salad to start. Sitting across the table, watching my big titty girlfriend eat was hypnotic. She looks like a Carl's Jr ad, if she were blonde. Let's just say that when she drizzled a glaze over those lettuce leaves, I was thinking about drizzling another kind of glaze all over those tits.

"So what, Melanie is bringing a new boyfriend, right?" I asked. Jessica nodded. "His name is Grant. I haven't met him yet but he's a real fucking stud. I'm serious, you wouldn't believe the cock this dude is packing. We both know Melanie likes them long and thick, but she's struck the real white whale with this one. Can't be under 12 inches. Huge and veiny, with these big hanging balls. She's texted me like 600 pictures of the thing since she started fucking him. I'm obsessed with it, I can't get my hand down into my pants fast enough when she sends me a new one."

I got a little nervous thinking about my girlfriend fisting herself looking at another dude's dick. Especially one that was literally bigger than two of mine stuck end to end. Damn, and he was coming to dinner too. But it's not like I could say anything. Jessica knows that I'm jerking it to porn and Facebook bikini photos of her friends. I mean, she's the one texting me pics of her friends in the changing room, tits out and everything. But she always knows that they never have a body that comes close to Jessica's fuckable curves. I couldn't say that for my cock against Grant's.

It took them long enough, but Grant and Melanie finally arrived. Watching Melanie come through the door in her booty shorts made my cock start to rise. Even though I had just cum less than an hour ago all over Jessica, if there was any fuck slut in the world who was going to give me a stiffie, it was Melanie. I reached across the table in my lap to try to get Jessica to press down on my cock. She jerked her arm back and shot me a glance. "Hey y'all," she said, turning to a smile as she greeted the new couple. I waved.

Melanie sat next to my girlfriend, and the fucker Grant took a seat next to me. He wasn't what I expected from Jessica's description of the horse-hung stud. Instead of big and buff, he was kind of lanky, though really tall. He had a bad smell, like body odor and cigarettes, but with a skank like Melanie, I shouldn't have expected James Bond in a suit. Across the table, I watched Melanie give a wink to Jessica, as if to say, "Did you check out the bulge?"

Instinctively, I shot a quick glance to the lap next to me. Grant was fucking hung all right. He had on gym shorts that were no match for the bulge he was packing between his legs. I mean, it looked like a roll of cookie dough, but even longer. With all that slack, and with the flimsy gym shorts, he was risking the tip of his cock to just dangle out the right leg. Good thing he was so tall. 

I'll admit, seeing Grant's bulge was a little sexy. I'm not gay or anything, but it was hard for my mind to see that thing and not picture it splitting open sexy little Melanie from the inside. Like, can you imagine Melanie's tiny tight body taking in all that fucking cock, inch by inch by inch? God, the idea of him spinning that slut on her back and feeding his whole length to her pussy was better than any porno I could think of. No wonder my girlfriend was dripping wet every night from looking at it.

Everyone ordered pancakes, plus my girlfriend got a side of bacon. I drooled a little thinking about how that bacon was going to make her thick fat ass even juicier. There was no denying it: my cock was rock hard under the table with these two drop-dead sexy ladies across from me. Melanie especially, casting out natural "fuck me" eyes that made her even more irresistible. She was telling a story about her writing class, and what a perv her professor was and how she was worried she might fail. I wasn't listening but I sure was paying attention.

When the conversation died down, Jessica started asking Grant about himself. "So what do you do?" He shrugged. "Play lacrosse with the city college, and I sell weed on the side." "Oh sweet, I like to smoke but I haven't done so much since I started dating him." Grant turned towards me. "I'm not much of a drug guy," I answered, but he didn't seem to care. "You're missing out. Melanie and I blazed on the way over and I'm pretty chill right now." He glanced over to Jessica. "Do you want to get high now? I have some out in the truck, it would only take a second." I looked at Jessica, then back at Melanie. "Go ahead," I answered, then slyly added, "But Melanie, why don't you stay here and keep me company." She scooted out of the booth so Jessica could exit and soon enough, I was alone across from Melanie.

"Jessica's tits look fucking amazing tonight," Melanie said, right off the bat. So fucking sexy. She was right, too, and I told her that. She smiled. "Have you been fucking her senseless like she deserves?" I hesitated with my answer, but Melanie didn't wait. "That's okay, I know the details. Jessica and I text each other everything." "Like what?" "Like the fact that you eat her out every night and make her cum like an orange juicer." Holy fuck Melanie was getting me hard. Even the way Melanie moved was sexy.

"Did you see the way my boyfriend was checking out her tits?" Melanie asked. I hadn't noticed anything, but now it seemed obvious. "Grant is a very sexual creature, and he fucks me senseless, but I can't offer him the giant fucking rack like Jessica can. The things we used to do before she starting dating you. We would pick up guys together, I would make out with them while Jessica let them fuck her big tits and then lick their asshole clean while he fucked the shit out of me. We could have done wild things to a guy like Grant if you weren't in the picture."

Melanie continued. "Man, he really like those tits. Grant's jaw was on the fucking table practically while he was listening to her talk. Like, did you see the drool coming down his chin? Jessica knew it too, she was shaking those things all throughout, trying to get more of his attention. I warned Grant too, I said, this chick we are having dinner with, she's my friend and she's got the biggest fucking melons you've ever seen. Delicious big knockers that she can really fuck with. But she's got a boyfriend now."

Melanie was getting hot and heavy now as she kept going. "So I said to him, listen, if you want to fuck this slut I get it, those fucking tits, right? But she does have a boyfriend and he'll be there. And she loves him, even if they haven't had sex in a while and she's been touching herself like crazy to pictures of YOUR MONSTER COCK. I don't think it's going to be so easy for you to get her alone. It's not like you're going to be able to pick this slut up under the nose of her own fucking boyfriend."

Melanie's warning about my big titty girlfriend got me worried. It had been a long time since she went out into the truck with Grant and his horse cock. Was it really possible that she had whipped out her big tits and was currently stroking off that prick? But I took a breath. I could see them out the window of the restaurant, the truck was right there. I could see Jessica and Grant in the front of his truck, smoking weed maybe a little too blatantly. Nobody was naked, nobody was fucking around. "Melanie, you fucking liar," I said, smiling, "You're trying to freak me out for no reason. Look at them out there, they're not even fooling around" Melanie sighed. "Dude, I'm not lying to you. The point is that they could be. You think that if you weren't sitting right here, her tits wouldn't be popped out of that tight fucking shirt? Of course they would."

I reached across the table and grabbed Melanie's hands. "What about you, Melanie? You just told me how you and she used to take guys together. Why don't you come back home with Jessica and me? Why don't you slip off that outfit and dance naked with her, and let me fuck you both?" Melanie didn't pull her hands back, so I kept going. "Take that tight little ass of yours and plant it on my face and I'll show you what kind of pussy eating I can do. Sure, I don't have a huge cock like Grant but I'll make you cum ten times harder using just my tongue."

Melanie leaned forward and whispered in my ear. "Why don't you and Jessica come back to Grant's place after dinner?" I looked at Melanie and nodded. I don't care about that fucker Grant or his huge cock, but I was looking at Melanie's body and I couldn't say no. As long as I could plant my face in Melanie's round tight ass, who was I to complain?

After dinner, I paid for the group since Grant and Jessica were too high. Everyone piled into Grant's truck, expecting me to drive. "No come back here, sweetheart," Grant said to Jessica when she tried to get into the front seat. As I took instructions from my phone on where to drive, Grant blazed up with Jessica and Melanie in the back. He sat in the middle, with one hand on each girl's thigh. I wanted to say something, to tell that big dick prick to lay his hands off my woman, but then I thought about how badly I wanted to get some action with Melanie so I stayed quiet. Keeping my eyes on the road, I only imagined Grant groping my girlfriend's tits.

They were whispering something I couldn't hear. Jessica called my name. "Babe?" she said, stoned out of her mind. "You wouldn't mind if Grant took out his cock back here, would you?" I glanced behind me, past Grant's shit eating grin, to Melanie. She shot me a cold look that confirmed that this wasn't really a request. "Of course that's fine," I lied. Grant pulled out his huge white cock where I saw it in person for the first time. In the rearview mirror, I could see Melanie curled up next to it, her arm waving above it to demonstrate just how girthy Grant's impressive penis was.

The rest of the car ride was painful as I waited for things to escalate. Grant couldn't keep his cock still for a moment. He was waving it around, making both girls smile and giggle. He rubbed it against Melanie's thighs, then had the audacity to rub it against Jessica's. She didn't try to stop him, only smiled as the heat of its bulbous head pulsed against her tan skin. I was waiting for him to go farther, so I could stop the car and make a scene. Instead, he only kept playfully rubbing it against my girlfriend, her holding it for a moment, until we arrived at his apartment.

At Grant's place, I sat on the couch with my blazed girlfriend, gripping her tightly with my arm around her fit curvy waist. I pressed her against the corner, trying to make sure Grant wouldn't sit next to her. He hadn't put pants back on, and had taken off his shirt. With Melanie, Jessica, and I still clothed, the buck naked Grant looked like a Greek God. His cock and balls swayed low as he stepped around the carpet. Melanie helped him pack a bowl across the room as I hugged my girlfriend. He pressed a button on his phone and music started to play. Jessica, suddenly alert, leapt up to dance. I asked her to sit back down, but she wasn't listening. She grabbed her shirt sensually, twisted her knees and danced to the floor, smiling and grooving to the music.

As Jessica danced, Grant came over and planted himself in the seat where she had been sitting. He didn't seem to notice me one bit. He was grinning and hollering at Jessica as she danced, egging her on. I saw her smile back at him and respond, jiggling more flesh, sticking out her ass, shaking her shoulders so her big tits moved. Grant grabbed his cock and waved it at her from the couch, and my stoned girlfriend giggled and took her top off to the music. My cock stirred seeing her sweaty brown tits dangling free.

I called her over to me. "Yes babe?" she asked me, brushing her melons up against my shoulder. "I think this has gone too far. Can't you see the way that big cock stud is oggling you? I mean, he's stroking himself right next to me, drooling all over you." Jessica leaned in closer until I could feel her hot breath on my neck. "Just let it happen, babe. Let me fool around with him and you can have your time in the sun with Melanie. Wouldn't you like that?" In the moment, all I could think about was the big beautiful pair in front of me and how much Grant wanted to rub his face in them. But then I thought about the sex vixen across the room, and I nodded. 

My girlfriend stood up from me sensually and grabbed Grant's hand, pulling him across the room as she sauntered towards Melanie. Grant, hard cock poking out in front of him, lunged forwards, groping my girlfriend's tit with one hand and yanking off her shorts with the other. Her juicy ass swaying, her big tits bouncing, Grant rubbed his cock against my girlfriend's thigh and dug his lips into her neck, making her tilt her head and moan slightly. She whispered something into Melanie's ear as Grant licked her shoulder, and they called me over to the middle of the carpet.

"Before Grant fucks me," my girlfriend said, "I want to make sure you feel comfortable. Okay baby?" I looked down at Grant's stiff cock and gulped. "Take a look at my titties." She started bouncing up and down slowly, her big breasts floating out of step with the rest of her body. I was mesmerized. Grant's raging boner was leaving my mind as every thought I had was replaced with those tits. Jessica saw the glazed look come over my eyes as my heart quickened and my cock got hard. There was no one else in the room but me and those bouncing, bouncing, bouncing, tits...

"Let me see that cock," a voice whispered. I immediately shed my own pants, my attention never swaying from Jessica's heaving bouncing chest. Beneath me, Melanie was down on her knees, my stiff little cock on one side and Grant's twisted fat boner on the other. "Shit, bro," Grant sneered, "You've been fucking this chick with that thing? How do you even tit fuck her? Boobs like hers need a cock that can actually fit all the way through them." Some other time, this would have bothered me, but Jessica's tits had made me a drooling animal. 

With two cocks to choose from, Melanie slipped her lips around Grant's enormous third leg. I heard her sloppily gagging as my girlfriend instructed me to lay down on the floor, beneath her. "Open your mouth, baby" she said, squeezing her breasts with her elbows, "I want you to eat this pussy like your whole life depended on it." As she lowered her cheeks onto my face, I started licking furiously, flicking her clit with my tongue as her warm thighs squeezed my face. Her gaze was glued to Melanie's sloppy blowjob, something I could only hear with my busty goddess girlfriend on top of me. "Holy fuck Melanie can take that thing down," Jessica squealed. 

"Stop," Grant commanded, yanking Melanie off his cock. "I want the titty bitch to suck me off now." Wordlessly, following his command, my girlfriend lifted herself off my face and crawled over to where Grant's wet shaking cock dripped onto the carpet. I saw her open her mouth and lurch forward to accept it into her throat, but before contact my view was blocked by the heavenly perfect ass of Melanie. "Hey boy," she teased, shaking her ass over my face, "Ever flicked a girl's shit box?" Before I could even comprehend what that meant, Melanie's spread ass cheeks were planted on my face and I was lapping at her asshole and drooling down my chin. 

As I licked Melanie's tight hole, I heard my girlfriend gagging on Grant's cock. With Melanie's sweaty flesh pressed onto my face, my cock had already been rock hard. Now it was twitching and squirting bits of precum. "Looks like someone wants some release," Melanie said, rising off my face. She spun around, sitting down on my face backwards now, her small hands reaching down my stomach. "Keep licking that asshole," she ordered me, "And I'll give your little cock some love." Warm wet lips engulfed my prick, licking up my precum as a thin hand cupped my balls.

"Get the titty bitch ready for my cock," Grant yelled, and Melanie's warm body left me on the floor. I turned around slowly, my cock still aching and ready to burst. Grant was on the ground, his hard cock in between my girlfriend's breasts as she stroked him off. And sweet sexy Melanie, hands crawling underneath my girlfriend's thighs, slipping inside her and making her drip wetness onto the carpet. I was once again mesmerized by the sway of Jessica's huge breasts. She needed two hands to stroke the entirety of Grant's perfect penis, and still her tits were taking on a fair share of the work. My girlfriend's eyes were sharp and lusty, and she moaned whenever Melanie pressed inside her sweetly.




Double Date



In one swift motion, Grant shoved my girlfriend onto her back and mounted her. There was no need for teasing or slowly entering her: Melanie's fingers had seen to that. Instead, the entire length of his dinosaur cock pumped inside my girlfriend's wet cunt and didn't stop. Melanie had backed away. Grant power fucked my girlfriend as we watched it happen, our jaws on the floor. Grant's bloated ball sack slapped into Jessica's ass as he pounded away at her. The room was echoing with the fierce slaps of his balls, her shrill frequent moans, and his determined animalistic grunts.

Jessica's juices were forming puddles underneath them from how many times she had cum. Grant showed no signs of stopping. Then, without warning, he flipped upside and pulled her entire body forward. Her big tits were finally useful again as she took Grant's cock between them, smothering his fat meaty prick with her sweaty bosom. Finally, Grant came. Jizz shot out of his cock in a torrent. The length of his dick spasmed with white gunk spewing from his balls through his shaft and erupting over my girlfriend's face, lips, neck tits, and arms. She passionately lapped it up, drinking from her cleavage, wrapping her lips tight around his cock head and sucking.

My girlfriend didn't guzzle Grant's seed alone. Once Jessica's flesh was overflowing with cum, Melanie offered her out stretched tongue to lick every drop of Grant's spunk. I watched as the two women ran their tongues over the pulsing cock and over each other's bodies. Before long, the greedy cunts had erased every sign of cum: only a thin layer of saliva covered everything. But Grant's cock was still raging hard. He spun the women onto the floor, hoisted their wet sticky asses up into the air, and began hammering away at Melanie's dripping hot twat. I saw my girlfriend's gaping pussy and started towards it. "Get the fuck away, bitch boy," Grant barked at me, shoving me forcefully with one hand as he continued to plow away. "Get in the laundry room and don't come back." I look at Jessica, hoping for some support, but there was none. "Do what he fucking says," my girlfriend told me, and as I sulked into the washroom, Grant rewarded her with another dose of hard beating cock.

In the laundry room, I curled up in the corner and grabbed my cock. I could hear every grunt and moan as Grant destroyed the two cunts in the other room. My girlfriend's eager moans were incessant, whether loud and clear or muffled as she gagged on cock. I drifted asleep with my dick in my hand, and woke in the morning to find Grant gone and Melanie cleaning cum from my girlfriend's fucked asshole. The two women, and the rest of the room, were moist and sticky, and they didn't hear me grab my car keys and walk out the door. I never got a text or call from Jessica, or hear from any of them again. Though even now, years later, I still jerk myself to sleep thinking about those bitches, that cock, and that terrible double date.



Double Date Adventures: Strip Club



The stripper strokes my smooth, bare knee with the back of her hand, running it up along my thigh to caress the skin under my skirt. She bends and seductively brushes her lips against my ear, and I catch a nose full of her fragrance, all sweet and glittery, soft, like sex, with a hint of cigar smoke in her chestnut hair. Then she bends at the waist, does a graceful pirouette, and bounces, breasts first toward my friend Laura. She straddles Laura's lap and sticks her perfect, round tan breasts in Laura's face.

"Damn, babe, you know how to treat my girlfriend right!" our friend Jack says to the stripper, admiring how she wraps her lean, tan legs so nimbly around his girlfriend's lap. The stripper presses Laura's face into her tits, leans back, and grinds her mound into my friend's abdomen a few times. Laura smiles one of those lusty smiles and swallows hard like she's holding back a moan of pleasure. She's obviously enjoying the stripper's attention.

"I'll be back to visit you soon," the stripper says as she dismounts my friend and sashays away, her little naked ass swaying back and forth all soft and curvy.

"Damn, that's a fine ass," I hear you say as we watch the stripper walk away. You're swallowing hard too, and you change positions in your chair as if to accommodate your erection in your pants, leaning your elbow over the back of the chair next to you and putting your knee up on the rungs. Your sexy brown eyes have that glossiness in them that fills me with lust.

You and me - we like adventure, and Jack and Laura are our adventure friends. Usually our adventures are just Saturday-night barhopping escapades, but tonight is different. It's summer, and something about the stickiness of the weather makes our pheromones especially thick. We decided to wander out of the bar district and into the red light, to tempt curiosity, or perhaps to tempt our already short-circuited sex drives. We are all horny - all of us, and this is my first time at a strip club. I'm a little nervous and very excited about being at such an illicit venue. I've got little eruptions of butterflies rising in my stomach followed by warm tinglings in my clit.

I'm wearing a short black cotton skirt and a sky-blue halter top. My red hair is curly from the humidity and it's pulled back in a clip but some little curls have fallen carelessly out around my ears. My legs are soft and freshly waxed all smooth. I've even waxed and manicured my pussy, leaving only a little red strip of fur as testimonial to my authenticity. I like the way I feel freshly waxed, all smooth and soft, and I can't help but want to touch my skin at every chance I get. I'm wearing a thong because it's such a hot night and my arousal has all but soaked the few bits of fabric between me and my skirt.

Laura is wearing skimpy clothes too - short shorts that show off her long tan legs, and one of those tank tops with the shelf bra in it and nothing else, contouring her firm breasts, each accented with a tiny shadow of nipple because she's aroused. Her soft blond hair is pulled back lazily into a ponytail at the nape of her neck, running over her shoulder like a silky waterfall. If she's feeling the way I am, her panties are wet from the stripper's caresses too. It is my first experience at a strip club, but not Laura's. Laura knows how truly arousing it is to be that close to another naked woman and feel her soft skin brush against hers. That's why she brought us here; she knows how hot it is to catch a hint of the sweetness of another woman's pussy scent as she writhes on her lap.

The stripper comes back carrying another round of drinks. "These are for these two lovely ladies, for keeping me company here tonight," she says, smiling, lavishing us with gentle attention. She seems genuinely enthusiastic to have two hot young women at her disposal. We thank her and take our drinks.

"Well girls, what do you say you help me put on a nice show for your gentlemen here? Let's make these boys really horny and give them a night they won't fucking forget! How's that sound?" She laughs a little, pleased with the situation. Laura and I enthusiastically agree, and I look over at you. The look of absolute anticipation of all the sexy, erotic things we could be made to do for you in this strip club is written on your face. I can tell just by that look that your cock is hard in your pants. The thought of you being hard and horny turns me on too.

The stripper straddles Laura's chair, pinning her there in that seated position. Laura bites her lip nervously and seductively and looks straight up into the stripper's eyes, obvious that she is completely aroused. The stripper takes Laura's hands and places them on her tits, and then bends at the waist and kisses Laura's neck. It must have been a good kiss, because Laura tilts her head back, opens her mouth, and closes her eyes like it feels so goddamn good. I am so hot and aroused at watching these two women caress each other, the stripper standing naked over Laura with her face buried in her neck, Laura sitting helpless in the chair, allowing the stripper to guide her hands across her body, running over naked hip, up firm belly, over nipple, then down her tanned back. The stripper turns abruptly after the kiss and straddles me in the same fashion.

I am at eye level with her nicely-trimmed pussy lips. I see the soft folds of her pussy, and I can smell her, so soft and sweet, familiar - it's the same as the scent of my own juices on my fingers after I've touched myself. Her legs are softly leaning on mine. I've never been this close to another naked woman before, and her touch is so sexy that it feels like electricity is running between our skin.

She runs her smooth hands down my arms and leans down as if to kiss my neck, moaning just a little bit in my ear, lips just millimeters away. I feel her warm breath on my ear, in my hair, and it sends chills down my spine, makes my legs tense, sends hot sexy feelings like shockwaves into my clit. She takes her fingers and rolls the edge of my top up a little, exposing a strip of my creamy skin. "Is this ok, sweetie?" She asks, her eyes looking up into mine. "I want to pull up your shirt. You have such a nice rack that I want to see it and show it off to these boys here." She seems genuinely aroused herself, and I'm so hot at the idea of her pulling my shirt up and touching me that I can only nod and grab the seat of the chair.

I look over at you out of the corner of my eye and see you on the edge of your seat, your eyes glittering with the shock and desire at the whole situation. You get to see my tits all the time - you've buried your face in them hundreds of times. I've pressed your hard dick into my cleavage and let you hump my chest until you cum. You've shot dozens of loads on these tits, across my pink nipples, into my cleavage. You've grabbed and pinched and sucked every millimeter of them. But you've never seen another woman do it. I bet you're pretty turned on at the thought of it. Fuck yes you are.

The stripper's fingers roll my shirt up, exposing me to the entire room. Everyone at our table can clearly see the details of my breasts, all creamy, firm, accented with nipples small, pink and hard. "Damn girl, you have a nice rack." She says, and takes each of my breasts in her warm hand. Her skin on my skin makes me drip wet through my panties. I am electric. I swallow hard. I inhale her, the smell of her hair as she leans over me. She sucks on my nipples. Her tongue is soft but firm. She is confident. It couldn't have felt any better if she were sucking my clit instead. Then when she's had her fill of me, she pirouettes again and stands in front of us.

"You ladies have some nice tits. I want you to show your racks to these gentlemen. I want you to pull your shirts up and stick your tits in their face." She says, and hikes Laura's shirt up, revealing her tanned tits and nipples. Now we're both sitting there, nude from the waist up, in a strip club. People at other tables are turning to look at us. Some of the other strippers have noticed what we're doing. I have a fire burning in my clit that can't be extinguished. I stand up and walk toward you, rubbing my bare calf against your left leg.

You are deadpan, your mouth is dry, and you're looking up at me with eyes pleading for me to give you some attention. I lean over and press my breasts in your face. I've done this a million times, but right now, this time, it's so intense that it seems like the first time again. The feeling of your breath on my skin is like a pleasant static shock; I swallow hard, and straddle your lap. You grasp my waist and pull me down on you, lambasting my clit with the speed-bump of an erection you've got bursting out of your pants. "Oh, baby. God, you're so hot," you whimper.

"I'm so fucking horny, lover" I whisper into your ear. "I really want you right now." I lean in and kiss you deeply, letting a little bit of tongue breach our lips to tease you, feeling your cock throb as I do. I would like to ride that hard-on in your pants right now, to unzip your zipper, slip my thong aside, and have you fuck me right here in this strip club. I would like that. A lot.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Laura, her tanned chest exposed for Jack's pleasure. She is dry-humping his leg with her arms thrown around his neck. Their foreheads are touching, and they're staring intently into each other's eyes. Jack's lightly fondling her breasts with his open palms, and then she kisses him deeply. "Mmm. You turn me on." All eyes at nearby tables are on us. It makes me hot to think other men are looking at me. I think some of the other strippers might even be getting a little jealous.

"Now, ladies," our stripper interrupts the private interlude, "I want you two to put on a nice show for us" and she points at Laura and me. "You, come over here and sit in this chair," she instructs Laura. Laura complies and the stripper bends down and whispers a series of instructions in her ear. Laura nods and smiles and looks at me in a tender and aroused way - she's not looked at me like that before, ever. It shocks and arouses me and makes me wonder what the stripper told her.

Then the stripper comes over to me where I'm still straddling your lap. She looks down at me with a coy smile and I'm burning at the thought of what she's going to have me do. She leans down and whispers in my ear, "I want you to go straddle your friend's lap, and touch her in any way you want. Touch her tits, kiss her, ride her hot little legs. Can you do that for us, sweetie?" I nod. I swallow hard. You get to see me on top of another woman. God, that must turn you on.

I straddle Laura's lap and lightly sit on her. I can feel the tension, the arousal in her. Her legs are soft and warm, and as I lean in toward her, I smell her girly scent all soft and flirty. She inhales softly, and puts her hands on my sides, welcoming me on top of her. "Let's give these guys something to jerk off about for weeks. Touch me." She says, and runs flitting fingers up my ribcage to my breasts, fingering the soft fold of skin under them, then softly pinching my nipples. I'm practically paralyzed with arousal.

I lean into her, taking a breast in each hand, bringing my face into her crook of neck. Her breasts are fleshy in my hand, and her nipples are hard. I rub them with my thumb while the rest of my hand holds her breast. She pulls me closer to her, and it feels natural, easy, the same way you pull me to you, but softer. Her skin is like the soft skin of a peach in the warm sun. I can feel my breasts pressing on her breasts, all soft and warm. My thong is soaked, and I'm probably dripping on her lap. My legs are wrapped around her and the chair, and she's steadying me on her lap with her hand on my thigh, just under my skirt.

She reaches up and tucks a red curl behind my ear, and brings my mouth down to her mouth with her hand on the back of my neck. I graze her lips with a soft kiss at first, testing the waters. She looks up hungrily at me, truly wanting me to kiss her, with real arousal in her eyes. I kiss her again, this time straight on her lips, and she parts mine and darts into my mouth with a slippery wet tongue, soft and sweet like berries. I breathe her breath. She presses her hands into my thigh, grabbing my skirt, pulling me harder down on her, wanting me close to her, breathing me in.

Laura and I make out there in the middle of a strip club, our tongues tasting each other. You watch, on the edge of your seat. We grind against each other, me pulling myself against her with my firm calves hooked around the back of the chair, my clit and pussy lips rubbing against her warm legs through the thong. She pulls me to her, grabbing my ass, breathes me in, kisses me playfully. I am consumed in this moment, in the pure electricity of knowing that all eyes in the strip club have turned to us, are watching me, bare-chested, rub against this other sexy woman.

It's fantastically dirty and sexy and hot, being here in this illicit venue, having my breasts exposed in front of other men, making out with our friend, sitting on her lap with my pussy touching her warm leg. But, despite all this, or maybe because of it, I ultimately find myself craving your hard-on between my legs. Yes, that's right: somehow, fooling around with a girl just makes me want your cock because I know what my make-out session with Laura must be doing to you right now. I bet your dick is hard in your pants at the image of me straddling a woman, kissing and fondling her and being touched by her. I bet it makes you crazy with erotic feelings of desire and envy at the same time, and this makes me want go out in the back alley with you and let you press me up against the dumpster while you fill my empty pink pussy and I moan like a whore.

Laura grabs my tits one last time playfully, now aware of everyone's stares. "I think we accomplished our mission. What do you say we make a smooth exit out of this place and make everyone wonder what happens next?" she says with a coy little smile, and looks toward the bathroom. All eyes are indeed on us, and looks of wide-eyed, open mouthed desire follow us as we head toward the bathroom. I turn motion for you and Jack to follow us.

You're curious. You want to know why we're leaving so soon. It's because we're two girls who have just primed ourselves for a night of fucking. Two cock-hungry women who want to be taken home and have their men fill them full of hot sex juice. Maybe we can't even wait to get home.

"Mmh, baby, that was so hot," you whisper in my ear. I smile at you.

"I can't wait to get home so you can fuck me silly," I say, about to suggest some quick back-alley sex. But Laura beats me to the punch.

"I need a stopoff," she bursts, in the quick-paced fashion of a horny woman. "Jack, come in the bathroom with me. I need you." Her eyes are hot, wild, and desperate. She turns and heads into the women's restroom. The restrooms have no doors. The stalls don't even have doors.

"Uh, Laura, I can't go in there..." Jack starts.

"Oh, don't be a baby." She orders. "They'll keep an eye out to make sure the coast stays clear. Won't you?" she half asks, half demands.

"Uh, sure," you say. Now my fantasy of you fucking me in the back alley really is shot, and we're stuck here watching these two horn dogs get it on in the bathroom and it's just another little sexy tease. We block the doorway with our bodies, and half turn, watching the dirty and erotic scene unfold before us like it's an amateur porn video.

Jack and Laura don't even bother to go into a stall, not that it would help them anyway since there are no doors. They just stand there in the middle of the bathroom, and Laura kneels on the floor and unzips Jack's zipper. He's hard, and pops right out, his pink dick all veined and engorged. You're trying hard not to stare at your friend's erection, or at the fact that his girlfriend is grabbing it and popping him hungrily into her mouth, sucking him in with her cheeks all caved in, her lips pink and soft around his dick. She's frenzied, working Jack's shaft in and out of her mouth, making muffled sounds of pleasure. He tilts his head back and puts his hands on the back of her head, and I see him swallow hard.

"Oh, god Laura. Fuck. Oh, god, mmh. You-have-such-a-fucking-hot-mouth..." He bellows, with soft, low growls issuing from his upturned mouth. She takes him in deeper and closes her eyes, her one hand wrapped around his shaft, the other on his asscheek pulling him toward her. I am completely aroused, watching her give him head in a bathroom at a strip club. I want to be doing that to you.

"That looks like fun," I say. "Just wait until we get to the car. Then I have a treat for you." I catch a sideways glance at you. You're looking hot and hard at me, obviously turned on by the voyeuristic situation, craving my hot mouth around you and wondering what surprise I have for you. The anticipation of it begins to well up in you. You want them to finish so that we can go to the car and I can do dirty things to you in the dark, back seat.

"Ohhh, uhmmm. God, Laura, oh god," Jack growls, a sex flush on his cheeks, his head tilted back, hips turned out, knees bent slightly. He's thrusting, rocking himself hard into Laura's mouth. She is stroking him fast and firm, hungrily pumping his cock in her mouth. I see her slender throat pulsing upward as she takes him in and swallows, her tongue and lips moving slick and wet around the head of his dick as he pulls back, then thrusts in again. Her eyes look up at him, glittering, and she looks quite deceptively innocent at that angle, except for the cock in her mouth.

He thrusts one long thrust into her mouth violently, and, looking down at her while holding her head, lets out a deep rumble of pleasure. She rides it out, drinks him in, and swallows his load of cum down her throat while looking up into his eyes. She gulps the last bit of cum down her throat, passes the back of her hand over her mouth, and stands up, grinning wildly. He zips up his fly, and they walk out of the bathroom with us as if nothing happened.

We leave the strip club with a clatter of excited sex talk exchanged between Jack and Laura. You and me are silent; I'm plotting, and you're feeling the jitter of sexy anticipation rise out from below your navel. We climb into the back seat of Jack's car. It's dark, hot, and sticky. The air conditioning gives us some relief. I can smell your aftershave, your sweat, your arousal all dewy on your skin. The dark envelops us. We have a thirty-minute car ride home. I need you. I'm so fucking horny it hurts. I need to touch you. I want you so bad.

My hand reaches for yours in the dark; my lips search for the warmth of your neck. My skin is light and soft to the touch, like baby powder incarnate, and it sends electricity through you. I bury my nose in your warm neck and let a little tongue-kiss escape my lips, inhaling your scent. I run my fingertips across the flesh of your arm, down to your hand, across your leg, and over to the bulge in your pants. My pussy wants you to fill me. But not yet because I have a surprise for you. I turn sideways and wrap my right leg over your leg, and lean in and kiss your lips deeply, breathing you in, inhaling you. I swirl my tongue around the tip of your tongue, teasing it like I tease your cock. You are so aroused, and I can feel your dick in your pants leaping at the touch of my lips, of the meeting of our tongues.

"Mmmh, baby. God, I want you so bad. I feel so empty. I want you to fill me." I whisper in your ear. Our friends are completely oblivious of my advances. I rub the bulge in your pants, searching lazily for the firmness of your cock, for the top of your zipper. I unbutton your pants in the dark. You feel my warm fingers I prying you past your fly, freeing you from your zipper. It's so seductive and wickedly arousing to unzip your pants in the back seat and touch your hard, hot cock with our friends just a few feet away and completely unaware of your exposure.




Double Date Adventures: Strip Club



I pull your shaft out into the naked night air, the steamy backseat. I stroke you. I kiss your mouth, and stroke you at the same time, to the same rhythm, soft, firm, persistent. My hand is so soft, and you feel the grains of my soft palm even clearer in the dark, when there's nothing visual to focus on - only the sensation of me touching you. You swallow hard, trying not to make any noise. You don't want them to know that I'm pleasuring you. It's better this way, when they don't know, when it's our dirty little back seat secret.

I take my hands off you. For one moment, you are alone in the dark, with the shushed rumble of the highway on the tires, and the occasional flash of an oncoming car's headlights lighting up the world. I move to lay across the seat and put my head in your lap, leaning on one elbow between your legs. And then you feel the softness of my hand again as I wrap around the underside of your shaft and take up my old pace of stroking you. My lips are on you now, flush and moist, tenderly kissing the underside of your dick, letting licks come out between them, just pressing on you with my wet tongue. You shudder, and caress my hair as I'm buried in your lap there in the darkness of the car, feeling my warm breath on your crotch. I inhale you, your scent, musky and sweet, and crave more of you. I lick my lips in anticipation of taking you, and press your shaft past the warm wetness of my tongue and lips, engulfing you in the softness red velveteen flesh of my mouth, all the while lazily stroking you.

Your hands are in my hair, and I'm sucking you down, with my lips wrapped around you, my hands wrapped around, bringing my head back, lifting my tongue to wrap the underside as I draw you out and then re-embrace you again hungrily with my lips, pressing you a little deeper to the roof of my mouth each time. Jack hits the breaks at a stoplight, and the momentum propels you down my throat, while you cradle my head and body to keep me from rolling away from you. I take you like that from then on, deeply. God, I love how we can feel each other like this in the dark, how I can do this dirty thing to you and have you still stroke my hair and caress me, how we can be so coy and sexy together without anyone catching on.

I suck you off to the pace of the song on the radio, taking you slow during a slow song and then quicker, feeling your breathing increase to a near-pant as you try and stay silent, as you touch my finely-boned face and stroke my hair, as I lap at your cock head with my tongue, making small muffled pleasure sounds that you can feel, but not hear. The pace increases. The song is a dance mix. I suck, and lick, and suck, and stroke, and it's so warm and wet, and so dark, and so dirty and sexy that I'm doing this to you in their car, and they don't even know it, and you're on the verge of losing it. You're grabbing the emergency handle on the ceiling. Your other hand's on my nape. You're helping me along by thrusting very slightly, and your breathing is coming in short little pants, because you can't growl the way you usually do. Oh, god I want your cum. And you give it to me, at the peak of the dance mix. I let you explode in a volcanic thrust of cum, and I swallow every drop of it.

I lay there for a moment on your lap, just relishing you on my lips, the stickiness, the salty sweetness. The dirtiness of having just sucked you off to orgasm in the back seat of someone else's car while they're driving - and they don't even know about it. I giggle a little. But, I get the sense you're not finished. That was a nice cum, but your skin is still on fire. You're still going crazy after a night of teasing, watching me make out with another chick. You're reeling from this orgasm, but you need another - one where you can be loud, and hear me loud right along with you. And so do I.

"Here you go, guys," Jack says, as he pulls up outside your house.

"Thanks for the adventure!" Laura giggles. "We should do it again sometime."

"Yeah, it was a wild evening. We had fun!" I say, and wave as they drive away.

I turn to you, and you grab me in a passionate, animal embrace, growling the way you wanted to in the car, pushing me back on the lawn. The grass is wet, but we don't care. It's hot outside and the cool, wet grass feels nice, makes us slippery and damp the way my panties have been all evening. You're kissing me hard, pressing me down, and I'm rolling, giggling, trying to get an edge on you, trying to get on top. You're stripping my shirt off, freeing my tits. You hold me down and pull up my skirt, and pull aside my thong, and muscle your way on top of me, kissing me deeply, pulling me up to you with your hand on the back of my hip.

You feel how soaked I am for you, how horny I've been, and you slide your fingertip along my slit, fingering me, running your thumb up over my clit, and then working a finger into my pussy, sliding into my warmth. The feeling of your finger as it slides into my body is incredible. I've been primed for this moment all evening. I throw my head back and cry out on the lawn, to have you penetrate me so lusciously here on the grass. "Oh god baby, your finger feels so good inside me. God, I want your cock in me."

"Mmm. I bet you would. You're such a cock-hungry little tease. You want more in you, don't you? One finger's not enough, is it?" You say, as you rub my pussylips with your fingertip, teasing me, making me purr there with my head thrown back on the grass.

"Oh god, yes, I need more!" I say, and I do - I want you to fill me. You touch me just right, your fingertip so soft and firm, holding me open to the night air, stroking my smooth soft pussy, teasing me. A sensuous vibrato animal cry rises out of my chest at the pleasure of your fingers on me. I gasp as you enter me with a second finger, feeling the warmth of my body once again embrace you, feeling how hot I am for you, the slipperiness of my insides as they tremble and quiver under your caress. You finger me tenderly, rubbing my clit, stroking my insides with short quick fingerstrokes bent slightly at the first knuckle. You're leaning on me, looking down into my eyes, watching my reaction. I am panting, grabbing grass, writhing wet and hot there in front of you with my skirt pulled up and my thong pulled aside. "Mmh, oh lover, fuck me with that hot cock of yours," I say. "Mmh, oh I want you in me so bad. I need you to fill me with your cock. God, fuck me!"

You withdraw your fingers and savor my sweet juices that mix with the hot, heavy night air. I taste like chai tea to you, sweet and delicate. You crave me. This taste, this delicate little ravenous fingering of my slit has left you hard, pulsing at your zipper, a tease, making you want to feel your cock be where your fingers have been, making you want to bury yourself in my hot sex.

Before you even know what's happened, I'm on top of you, my legs wrapped around your waist as I unzip your pants and take you out for the second time this night to play with you. You're my favorite sex toy. Your cock is perfect to me, the way it penetrates me, the way it possesses me, the way it makes me crave you unendingly. You feel my deft hands swiftly unzip your pants and pull you out into the dewy wetness of the night, teasing the head of your hard dick with my soft, wet, hot pussylips, and then impaling myself on you.

I love that feeling, the feeling of you sliding into me to the hilt, of knowing how I must feel to you - encasing you on all sides with my slick sex, my legs wrapping you up, trapping you in me. You're trapped in my pussy; I'm holding you in, and you can't escape, even if you wanted to. I rock back and forth on you, my hands on your shoulders, then unbuttoning your shirt, then kissing the well of warm skin at your clavicle and leaning down to embrace you as I slide my ankles under your ass and rock you with my pussy muscles, squeezing you, squeezing the hot sweet cum out of you for the second time tonight.

I just can't get enough of your hot cock. I bury my face in your neck. "Oh, lover," I purr. "God, this satisfies me. Fuck me. Take me." And here on the wet grass of your front lawn, in the middle of the night, under the stars, you press yourself into me with your left hand on the small of my back and your right hand on my clit, stroking and circling and pinching it. I am on top, but you're driving me. I'm riding you, but you're in control. I have your dick trapped in my hot slit, but you're biting my neck and bucking up into me, fucking me so rough and tender.

The hot images of the night wash over me and I recount them to you in a quivering voice as you continue to stroke my clit and thrust into me: "God, baby, did you like seeing me bare-breasted against another woman, kissing her so sensually? That was so hot. Her tits felt so good against my own." You thrust in me harder at the thought. My head spins, reliving the overwhelming electricity of the moment.

"God baby, remember how we saw Laura gave a dirty blowjob in a strip club bathroom?" You say, remembering how we both watched something out of a porno movie together happen in real life.

"That was so hot," I moan, feeling your clit stroking work hot electric fire through my belly and up into my chest, near climax: "Almost as hot as the back-alley sex I wanted to give you behind the strip-club dumpster."

"Mmmh." You growl, at the thought of me wanting to be so dirty with you, wanting you so bad and so immediately that I'd let you fuck me up against a brick wall behind a strip club.

"And then there's our own little dirty backseat secret. Mmh. I love sucking your dick for you. That was so dirty and fun. Do you think they knew? I was so hungry for you I couldn't wait until we got home. I had to have you then." I quiver at the touch of your fingers on my clit, at the thoughts of these things we've done together, at how hot we've been for each other all night, at the electricity I've felt. And without warning, my back arches, and I clench my thighs around you, and I orgasm right there on the wet grass in your front yard, with you holding me to you, thrusting into me. God you make me feel good.

You feel the rhythmic pulse of my muscles, hear my cries of pleasure escape my throat, and the thoughts of all the dirty things I've done with and for you tonight. You just can't hold out any longer. White hot fire rises in you, floods you, and you buck into me deep, hard, throbbing. You lose control, your own voice escaping your throat in bellows, rising with mine into the night sky, echoing around the neighborhood.

Somewhere in the neighbor's yard, a dog hears us and barks. And then another, and another. The barking spreads like a wave throughout the neighborhood. We've started a wave. Lights go on.

It's all over and the last of the pleasure throbs subside, and we grab our clothes off the wet lawn and rush inside, just before the neighbor lady pokes her nosy face out into the deliciously sexy night.