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Good Day

By: happypsycho



It had been a good day, hell: it had been a good week! John was finally on his summer break. After a difficult semester of studying and a self-imposed restriction on drinking and partying, John had let loose and had gone out with his friends for the past five nights, drinking more than he should have, but enjoying it and not minding the morning hangovers too much. His secret was: wake as late as possible, eat a big breakfast - even if you don't want to - and spend the rest of the day by the pool, drinking lots of water.

And so he was laying on the lounge chair, enjoying the warmth of the sun and working on his tan. Once in a while, he liked to wipe to sweat from his stomach, enjoying the feeling of his strong ab muscles under his palms. He looked good and he knew it.

He heard a noise and looked up to see his mom walk out in her black bikini, heading for the pool. She smiled to him and slowly started to enter the water.

"My, it's warm!"

"Sure is, mom."

John smiled and went back to his reverie, wondering where he should go tonight. There was The Standard on Sunset or maybe the Bar Marmont or Daddy's. Heck, why not do the three of them? He smiled again and looked up, watching his mom swim in the pool. Without even realizing it, he started to look at her, not as his mother, but as a woman. And as such, she looked damn good. She had had John when she was only eighteen, but now, at the age of thirty-nine, she didn't look one day over thirty. She exercised a lot and ate healthy and it showed. Her legs were beautifully shaped, her thighs were long and well toned and her skin looked young and smooth and—

"What the hell am I doing?" He thought. "This is my mom!"

But he couldn't help admiring her body, looking at the muscles working while she swam. She looked up at him and smiled again, but this time John blushed. She also had a beautiful face. Full lips, a thin nose and almond-shaped eyes. And her short black hair cut in a bob looked beautiful.

John shook his head as if it would help him get rid of his thoughts and tried to think of tonight, but his mom's face kept popping up. And to his dismay he could feel some pre-cum on his hardening penis.

"You going out tonight?"

John almost gasped, surprised to hear his mom's voice so close to him. He looked up once more and saw her in front of him, smiling and drying herself off with her towel.

"Uhm, yeah, I think... Yeah."

She nodded and laid down on the lounge chair next to his. She got on her belly and undid her top piece, throwing it on the ground.

"You don't mind, do you? I don't want tan lines."

"Yeah, sure. I mean: no. Sure..."

She smiled and put her head on her arms, looking at her son. She couldn't be sure, but it looked like he had a hard-on. Could it be because of her? Probably not... But she had to know.

She turned around and sat up, looking at her son who tried not to look at her, not wanting to stare at her breasts. But it was too late. They were beautiful. Full, not too big, and firm looking. An eighteen year old's breasts. The nipples were hard and John wanted to touch them, badly. But he looked at the water instead.

His mom smiled, his penis had gotten bigger. So it was her! She still looked good enough to turn on a twenty-one year old boy! Even her son...

"Have you been working out?"

"Huh?"

She pointed to his flat stomach.

"Nice six pack, Johnny."

"Thanks..."

A six pack had always been her big turn-on. She loved the sensation of the rippling muscles on her hand. Without thinking about it, she extended her arm and put her fingers on her son's stomach. John looked at his mom, not sure of what to do. Or of what she was doing.

She loved feeling his flesh, warm by the sun, moist by the sweat and hard by the muscles. She caressed her son's stomach a bit.

"Mom?"

"Shhh, it's okay, Johnny, don't worry..."

Slowly, her hand moved to his swimsuit and down his crotch. And soon she could feel her son's rock hard penis.

"Mom! I... I'm sorry, I just..."

"You just what?"

John thought about it. What could he say? He decided the truth was the best way to go.

"I'm just so fucking turned on."

She smiled and got up.

"Watch your language. I'm gonna have to rinse your mouth now..."

John was about to ask what she meant, but she moved quickly and straddled him, grabbing his head with both hands and leaning down, french kissing him. At first he didn't know what to do with his hands, or his tongue, but he soon he figured it out. It was the best kiss he ever had. His mom's lips were sweet tasting and felt so good. Her tongue knew what to do and was expertly exploring his mouth and his own tongue. 

Soon, he put his hands on his mom's ass and squeezed. It was firm and it felt good to touch.

She finally broke the kiss and looked at her son.

"Time to fuck me, Johnny. Can you do that? Can you fuck mommy?"

"Hell, yes..."

Quickly, she got up and took the bottom part of her swimsuit off while her son slipped out of his swimsuit, releasing his cock.

"Jesus, Johnny... I made you good, didn't I?"

She giggled and caressed her son's penis. He moaned and she could feel pre-cum on her hand. She brought her fingers to her mouth and slowly sucked them, tasting her son's pre-cum.

"Hmm... sweet..."

He smiled at her.

"God, you're so hot."

"You ain't so bad yourself..."

She straddled him again. She started by rubbing her pussy on his stomach, loving the feeling of the rippling muscles. John could feel his mom's wetness on his abs and he grabbed her breasts, gently squeezing them. He leaned up and started sucking on them, hungrily. Sucking them, licking them, loving them. 

"Hmmm...."

His mom moaned and put her hands in her son's hair, playing with it. Soon, she locked her lips on his once more and as his hands started to grab her ass, she grab his cock and moved it toward her warm and eager pussy. First, she used it to rub her clit a bit, which made them both moan. John loved the feeling of his mom's delicate hand around his dick. He stopped sucking on her tongue long enough tell her:

"Put it in, mom, or I'm gonna cum right now..."

She smiled and nodded. Soon she felt his long and hard prick slide in her and she opened her eyes in amazement: it felt so fucking good! She gasped as her son's penis slid in her, slowly but surely. John closed his eyes, loving the sensation of warmth and wetness around his prick. It felt so good, if only it could go on forever...

And then he was all the way in. He opened his eyes and looked at his mother's face. Pearls of sweat were rolling down her beautiful chest and her face shoulders were glistening with sweat. She started to move her hips, but he held her.

"Wait, stay like this, mom... This feels so good..."

"It does... But this is better..."

As he was about to ask her what she meant, she started to slowly move with her hips and he almost screamed in pleasure. Her mom was a good lay, the best he'd ever had. She knew exactly what to do.

She put her hands on her son's chest, caressing him. She kept moving her hips and soon they were both panting. John grabbed her ass and started moving her up and down, using her mom to pump his cock up and down. She loved to feel her son's strong hands on her ass and she let him do it, even though she knew he would cum faster. But she wanted to feel her son cum inside her. She wanted to see him cum.

"Ah! Ah! Yes, Johnny! Yes! Faster! Fuck me faster! Fuck mommy! FUCK ME!"

John didn't need to be asked twice, he accelerated the cadence and soon their two bodies were moving and trashing on the lounge chair, making the springs squeak under their weights. John could feel his dick going in and out of his mother and he wanted to explode. But he wanted his mom to cum first.

She was rubbing her clit against his lower belly, loving every minute of it. She felt like she was getting impaled by her son's dick, she felt—

Aw, shit! Aw, yes! Fuck, I'm cumming, Johnny, I'm—AAAAH!"

She grabbed his head as her orgasm hit her, sending waves of pleasure along her spine. He pussy contracted again and again and she kept rubbing her clit, making the orgasm last.

When John heard his mom scream and felt her hands grabbing his head, he closed his eyes and released his cum. He exploded in her and the contraction around his dick were in perfect synchronization with his orgasm. He screamed too and held his mom down, making sure to cum as deep inside her as he could.

Soon after, still naked and glistening with sweat, the two new lovers were silently looking at each other, smiling.

"So, are you still going out tonight?

"I don't know... I think I want to stay now..."

"Tell you what, let's go out together... If you think I fuck good, you gotta see me dance..."

He smiled at her and kissed her bare shoulder. Tonight was gonna be fun!

Good Day



Copyright(c) 2000 by Wyden Long 

Did you ever have one of those days when everything, and I do mean everything, just goes perfectly? I mean, where your wildest dreams come through in ways you don't even know how to dream? Well I did.

When I splashed the new aftershave on my face that morning, I noticed that it was a very pleasant change of pace, but I was totally unprepared for the rest of the day.

The elevator doors opened at the fifth floor to admit the haughty bitch I had been lusting after for months. At first, she hesitated to enter. I knew she hated the feeling she got when the dirty old goat (me) leered at her in the elevator. More than once she had frowned and backed away from the door when she saw that I was in the elevator alone.

This time, though, she seemed to sniff the air a little, then rushed into the elevator with me. Before I could say a word, she pushed the buttons to close the doors and stop the descent. With one hand, she nearly tore my zipper out by the roots in her quest for Long John. Her other hand was busy ripping her blouse open to free her rock hard nipples. I stood in stunned silence as my beautiful neighbor jammed the entire length of my rigid digit down her throat and began to moan.

Never one to back away from a blow job, no matter the circumstances, I leaned back and let her have it. With as few sexual outlets as I normally have access to, my balls stay pretty full most of the time, so it wasn't long at all before my hot cum was foaming out the corners of her petite mouth. She was still moaning as if possessed, while trying desperately to rub her pussy raw, pinch both nipples and keep from falling over.

As soon as the flood of cum slowed to a dribble, she got on her knees and flipped her skirt over her back to expose the most beautiful set of ass cheeks I can remember seeing in an elevator. When I was too dazed to react as quickly as she needed, she reached behind her and grabbed Long John to guide him into the stable. It had been so long since Long John had been ridden, he had not even begun to hang his head. I slammed the full length up her cunt, hoping to hit her tonsils.

She rode me like a bucking bronco. No matter how hard I tried to ram her full of prick, she was already there ahead of me.

Way too soon, I erupted once more, draining every ounce of fluid in my body up her ass. She reversed direction again, sucked me clean and dry and stuffed Long John back in his stall before releasing the elevator to continue it's unimaginative journey.

When the doors opened at the ground floor, the elderly couple waiting to get on would never have believed that the businesslike young beauty who emerged with the ugly old fart had ever enjoyed any degree of personal contact.

As we passed them, the old lady got a whiff of my after shave and came alert. When they boarded, I saw her reaching for the old man's crotch with one hand while searching for the stop button with the other. I gave him a salute with my well wishes for his survival and followed my once more aloof and haughty neighbor to the street.

At the street, several women began converging, causing me to run for a cab until I could sort things out and come up with a plan for survival in this new, semi-wonderful, world. The cab had hardly pulled away from the curb when the driver turned around with a wild look on her face. Before I could blurt out my destination, she had pulled into a side street, barely out of the traffic flow. Within seconds, she had joined me in the back seat, shedding clothes as she ran, and was going after Long John with a vengeance.

After draining my overworked balls three or four times in rapid succession, she was able to recover her composure sufficiently to take me to the back door to my office building.

"I'll be waiting here at five, Big Boy."

Safely ensconced in my office, I began trying to sort out the new direction my life was taking. "Jill, could you come in for a moment, please?" Then it hit me what I had done. Long John couldn't possibly be ready again so soon.

Nevertheless, the object of my lust for many months came gliding seductively across the carpet, her fingers playing the buttons on her blouse like a piano. 

"You rang?", she asked my stiffening prick as she freed it from my frequently violated fly.

The months of anticipation were seriously flawed, as it turned out. There was no way I had imagined the reality of the cocksucking she gave me before straddling my chair and sinking down the length of Long John with a satisfied sigh.

When she was no longer capable of coaxing any response from Short John, Janice went back to work, but refused to leave the room. Apparently, she wanted to be on hand when my balls refilled, even a little.

Several clients came and went. Janice worked on sorting my files, especially those on the lowest levels that she normally avoided because it gave me a chance to ogle her delicious ass. This time, she smiled at me through her wide-spread legs, while hiking her skirt to show me she had left her thongs off after fucking me silly the first time.

As I tried vainly to concentrate on my client's conversation, she knelt by the file cabinet, out of his line of vision, and played with her pussy lips.

By mid-afternoon, Janice decided she had waited long enough and canceled my appointments for the rest of the day. After locking the door to the office, she sat on my desk with her legs spread wide and forced my head between her tawny thighs, into her dripping honey pot.

Five o'clock came right after I did--for the twentieth time. My balls felt like they were full of ground glass. I was beginning to dread the ride home. What a change in my life. To go from zero sex to blue balls in one day was more than I felt equipped to handle. On the other hand, my cabbie had those big tits....

She dumped me, drained and dry, in the alley behind my apartment and I crept up the fire escape to avoid the same things I would have killed for the day before.

I fell across my bed, fully clothed, and dropped off into an exhausted, dreamless sleep, staying out until the next morning. I awoke, feeling like I had been run down by several big trucks, bleary eyed and hungry. For some reason, I craved oysters. My balls ached.

The reality of the previous day slowly seeped back into my consciousness. Wow! All those years of fantasizing had paled in comparison with what I had experienced yesterday. If only there had not been so much! Maybe I could simply reduce the amount and make myself only slightly irresistible.

In the bathroom, I searched with slowly mounting dread for the small bottle. It simply wasn't there! Nowhere! Oh, no! No! What happened? Then I saw the note.

"Dear Mr. Long, I'm so sorry I broke your after shave. Please deduct it from my pay. (Signed) Your cleaning lady. P.S. Got to run now. I think I hear my husband calling me."

It's been over a year now and I've been unable to find the little shop where I bought the stuff, even though I was pretty certain I remembered where it was.

Just yesterday, I read about this guy somewhere in the South Pacific who has women lined up for miles. My plane leaves at 10. I'm hoping he will sell me a bottle. He must be getting tired by now.



Good Day, Better Night



Amy giggled and closed the bedroom door behind her. As she walked down the stairs and out the front door she marveled that she had been able to pull this off so far. She was glad she had such an understanding boss... she giggled again, thinking about what she'd had to do that day so her plans would work out...

She went to her boss, Max to ask if she could leave a few hours earlier than usual. He told Amy he didn't care if she left for the rest of the day--with pay, but there was something he wanted her to do first. Max had always talked very frankly with all his employees, and it seemed as if no subject was taboo, but it was still a shock for Amy when Max told her he wanted to watch her get her pussy eaten--while he fucked the woman who was doing it, Brenda. He said he knew Brenda occasionally liked women, and he wanted to give her a little something extra today. "You're about the same size as she is, and you have really nice tits. I know she likes brunettes, so you're just her type." He seemed equally surprised when she quickly agreed. "You must have something very special planned for the rest of your day," he said. "Come back to my office in 30 minutes.

She knew that he was having sex at the office with one of her coworkers, Brenda. That was common knowledge throughout the company. But Max didn't know that Brenda and Amy were having sex with each other, frequently on the bearskin rug in Max's office. Brenda had laughed at how Max always wanted to do her on his desk, even though she had mentioned the rug more than once. "I would love to have him fuck me where I've rolled around with you!" she had told Amy. "He thinks I am so hot for him that I wouldn't look at anyone else. Little does he know, I like sex better with you than with him... It's just that you can't give me a raise!"

When Amy went back to his office and knocked, Max opened the door quickly. "You two know each other from around the office." was more of an assumption than a question. Both of you know what I want, and I don't have much time before my wife is expecting me, so let's get to it." There was nothing on his desk as he gestured toward it impatiently. "Amy..."

Amy took off her clothes and got up on the desk, her legs spread toward one end. Max looked at her shaved pussy for a minute, licking his lips. "You're lucky I know you're very happily married, honey, otherwise I would eat that sweet looking pussy myself." Instead he pulled Brenda over and she leaned over the desk. "You get started, ladies, I just want to watch for a minute or two."

Brenda leaned over the desk between Amy's legs and began to lick her pussy, taking slow licks from between her wet lips up and over her clit. Max stared at the two women for a few minutes, mesmerized by the sights and sounds before him. Amy began moaning at the familiar touch of Brenda's well-practiced tongue. Max took his pants and under shorts off. His cock was sticking straight out in front of him, and he began to slowly stroke it with the rhythm Brenda was using to lick Amy's aroused pussy.

Amy watched as he stroked himself, a drop of pre cum already forming on the tip. He walked over behind Brenda and nuzzled up close to her ass. She felt, through Brenda's tongue, her reaction as Max slid his cock inside her. Suddenly Brenda's rhythm changed as she was pounded from behind by Max. Amy could hear him grunting with each thrust. It sounded like he was going to cum immediately, but he kept pounding and pounding into Brenda, which made her mouth rock up and down over Amy's wet slit. She spread her legs even further apart, and began grinding up into Brenda's face. She knew she was going to cum. "Aaaaaahhhhh..." was all she could vocalize as her pussy began to spasm. Amy was bucking uncontrollably, crying "Oh! Oh! Oh!" as Brenda sucked her throbbing clit into her mouth and kept tonguing her.

"Oh, fuck! That's so hot!" exclaimed Max as he watched Amy cum. "My dick is so hard. Do you like that, Baby?" he breathed in Brenda's ear as Amy spasmed under her unrelenting mouth. "You're so wet. I want to feel you cum around my hard cock. I want to hear you scream out your cum with me pounding your wet pussy. And I want to hear Amy cum again when your pussy explodes..."

Brenda reached down and began rubbing her fingers over her own swollen clit. She had been in threesomes before, but somehow knowing that Max didn't know she and Amy had done this before added an element to everything. She knew she could get Amy to cum two or three more times if they wanted. She loved to lick Amy's pussy until her tongue just couldn't move any more, but Amy had often outlasted her, licking and sucking on Brenda until her whole body was in a constant orgasmic quiver and she had to stop her. Brenda moaned against Amy.

"Oh, Yes! That's it Brenda. I know you want to cum. I can feel your pussy getting so slick. I know you're so close Baby..." Max moaned.

Brenda moaned louder, her fingers flying over her clit, made slick by the juices Max was working up with his relentless thrusting. That put Amy right over the edge again. She added her own moans to the mix and began thrusting up into Brenda. 

"Oh, yeah, Amy." Max groaned, "doesn't her mouth feel good on you..." 

"Oooohhhh, yesssssss..." Brenda cried out. "I'm cumming, Max! Oh, fuck me harder! Harder! Yesssssss!"

Max obliged by slamming into Brenda even harder, her whole body being rocked by his fucking. He groaned loudly, then just stopped. His body rocked as he held her hard against him.

"Uuunnnnnggghhh..." he moaned, then "Oh shit!" Max leaned against Brenda and put his hands on the desk to steady himself.

Brenda slipped out from under his arm and sat down in his chair. They all three breathed hard for a few minutes then looked at each other and grinned. Amy was the first to speak. "Whew!" she said. "Don't you just love it when everybody gets what they want?"

They all laughed, and then Max looked at his watch. "Pardon me ladies. Linger as long as you like, then take the rest of the day to *ahem* enjoy yourselves. I have to go meet my wife." With that he took his clothes into his adjoining washroom and left them. After he was gone, Amy and Brenda talked over their plans for the rest of the day, then left to carry them out.

Ron walked in the front door after work that afternoon and stopped short. There was a red rose lying on the floor. A trail of rose petals led around the corner, up the stairs and to the bedroom he shared with his wife, Amy. There on the bed was another rose and a note. The note read: Darling husband, I have made some arrangements for our evening, but I had to attend to some of the details personally. Please meet me at the hotel bar on fourth street at 7:00. Love, Amy

"This is different..." thought Ron as he went to the kitchen, still holding the note. "I wonder what she's up to?" He found dinner warming in the oven. While he ate and showered, he kept wondering. Amy usually left sweet, rambling notes that told him everything he could want to know about where she was going and what she was doing. Ron had to admit he liked this little bit of mystery.

Ron was at the hotel bar at a few minutes before 7:00. It was pretty full, and the only place left to sit were a few stools at the bar. He ordered a drink and looked around while he waited for his wife. It looked like hotel clientele, a business crowd of mostly men, passing a little time in a strange city. Ron checked his watch. He had been waiting for fifteen minutes already. Usually Amy was right on time, something he had always liked about her.

At 7:20 Ron was starting to really wonder when a woman entered the bar. She was blond, very shapely, and wearing a stunning red mini dress that emphasized her cleavage. Her breasts seeming on the verge of popping out of the low cut neckline. He wasn't the only one looking at the woman. It seemed like every man in the room had his eyes on her chest. Her lips were painted very red, and looked very inviting. He imagined for a moment how those red lips would look wrapped around his cock as it slid into her mouth. He felt his cock twitch at the thought. He guessed every man in the place was thinking the same thing. The woman's face was made up very exotically, and she looked very hot and ready for action.

As the woman crossed the dimly lit bar, Ron couldn't believe it. He not only knew her, but it was his wife, Amy! She approached the stool next to him and asked if she might sit there. "Of course," he stammered out, a bit shocked still. Every man in the place watched as she climbed up on the stool beside him and crossed her long legs. Her skirt rode up high on her thigh, enough to see the red garter attached to the top of her stocking.

Ron recovered enough to ask Amy if she'd like a drink. "I'd love one," she said, talking just a little bit louder than necessary. "But you don't have to buy me drinks to have your way with me, Honey. You're cute, and I like you already." 

The people within hearing range couldn't help but stare. Amy laid her hand on Ron's knee and slid it slowly up his thigh. "You ARE looking for a good time, aren't you?"

He swallowed hard, aware that everyone nearby was looking at them. This wasn't anything like his wife, and it was making him so horny. He could feel his cock swelling in his pants just looking at her. He couldn't believe the way she was talking! She was really playing it up for their audience, and he knew any man in the room would love to be right where he was.

"Well, I was waiting on someone," Ron told her, getting into the game and making sure others could hear. "but now that you're here, I may have to change my plans."

Amy took a card out of her purse. "Why don't you call your friend and tell her you changed your mind. Here's the key to my room, #1402. I'll be waiting." She laid the card down on the bar, stood up and walked off before Ron could even pick up the key card. 

Every male eye in the place was on her as she walked out of the bar, her sexy ass hugged by the short red skirt, hoping to get another glimpse of garter. Then those eyes turned back to Ron. He stood there, blown away by the woman who had just walked away from him. A man sitting on the other side of him said, "Hey, if you don't want to go for it, I'll make her happy!"

Ron stood up and followed her. He felt the envy of the other men as he went to meet his sexy wife. He was grinning from ear to ear as he pushed the elevator button for the 14th floor. The whole scene had been so totally out of character for Amy, who had never done anything wild like this in the five years he had known her. He was very excited as he wondered what else she had in store for him.

The card worked smoothly in the lock to room #1402. The first thing Ron noticed was the shimmering candlelight filling the room, the second was the aroma of roses. There were petals strewn from the door to the bed. The blankets were turned down and the sheets were covered in rose petals. There was a blindfold on the pillow, black ribbons trailing strikingly across the red petals. He imagined placing it over Amy's eyes, and her having to guess where he would touch her next...

The bathroom door behind him opened and he turned as Amy walked out. She still wore the blond wig, but had taken off her dress. Her body was magnificently displayed in a red bustier, her nipples rosy and aroused atop the lace, with the red garter belt and sheer black stockings. She still wore the red stiletto heels she walked into the bar with. Ron groaned out... "oh, Baby, you look so hot! I want to fuck you so bad!"

"Would you do something for me first?" she asked him, smiling sexily. "Would you let me blindfold you?"

Ron was surprised again, but he agreed. He took off his clothes and sat on the edge of the bed. His cock was already rising in anticipation as Amy put the blindfold on him and told him to lay down. The rose petals felt cool against his back, but immediately warmed. The scent from the crushed petals was sweet. Amy straddled Ron's chest and slid her hands up his arms, raising them above his head and to the sides. Suddenly he felt something cold encircle his wrist and heard the snick as a metal cuff closed around his wrist.

"What is this?" he asked Amy. 

"Relax..." Amy replied as she snapped a cuff on his other wrist. "This is going to be good..." She took the blindfold off and tossed it aside. "That was just so you wouldn't stop me from restraining you. Now you can lay back and enjoy the show."

Ron heard the bathroom door open, and into the room walked another woman. She was just a little shorter than his wife, also very sexily built, wearing a peach colored bustier and garter set that contrasted nicely with her dark hair and tanned skin. Ron could not believe his eyes! He turned and looked at Amy. She smiled at him and walked toward the other woman. "Ron," she said as she took the woman's hands and placed them on her breasts, "this is Brenda. She and I are very good friends."

Brenda began rubbing her hands all over Amy's luscious breasts, finding her nipples and tweaking them between her fingers. Ron was stunned as he watched his wife do the same to her friend. He and Amy had discussed the possibility of a threesome many times, but he never thought anything like this would happen. As far as he had known, her interest in other women was only because he had wanted to see it. But it looked like they were very familiar with each other's bodies. 

Amy reached down between Brenda's legs and rubbed back and forth in her wetness a couple of times. She made eye contact with Ron before she brought her fingers to her lips and sucked them into her mouth one by one. She heard him groan and smiled. She knelt on the floor and pressed her face into Brenda's pussy. Brenda parted her legs and put her hand on the back of Amy's head. 

"Oh, yes, honey, lick me..." Brenda moaned. "You know I'm always ready to cum with your tongue."

So it was true! Ron was not sure what to think now! He was helplessly restrained with two sexy women in front of him, but they were turning to each other! He couldn't help but be very aroused at the sight of his wife on her knees licking another woman's pussy, though. It was something he had fantasized about for years, and it looked even hotter than he had imagined. He could see her mouth really working on Brenda, catching a glimpse of her tongue every once in awhile, licking across Brenda's clit and making her shudder.

Amy wrapped her hands around behind Brenda and began rhythmically squeezing her ass as she stroked Brenda's pussy with her tongue. Brenda was moaning loudly, one hand on the back of Amy's head and the other working back and forth between her own erect nipples, pulling and twisting them. Suddenly she stiffened and cried out, "Oh yes, Amy, that's it... I'm cumming... yessssssss..." 

Ron could feel his cock throb as Brenda came. Amy just held on and kept her face pressed into Brenda, sucking on her clit as Brenda rocked back and forth. Then Amy buried her face deeper between Brenda's legs, sliding her tongue the whole length of her pussy over and over again. He could see her face getting wet with cum. 

Amy turned and looked at Ron. She stood up and walked over to the bed, smiling. She knelt next to him and kissed him, her face sticky and wet. She plunged her tongue into his mouth and he could taste Brenda's cum on her. He licked all around her lips, savoring the taste of a another woman's cum on his wife. 

"Mmmmmm..." she responded. "You like that?"

"Oh, yes, Baby, you know this makes me so hot!" Ron replied. "I want to fuck you both." 

Brenda walked around the bed to them. "But I want to lick your wife's pussy and make her cum," she said smiling at him. "And you're just going to have to watch."

Amy got up so Brenda could lay down on the bed next to Ron. Then she crawled over the top of Brenda so that her pussy and ass were over Brenda's face, just inches away from Ron's face. If he wasn't cuffed to the bed, he could lean over and lick her, but instead he just watched as Brenda reached up and pulled Amy down to her mouth. He watched as Brenda ran her tongue from his wife's clit all the way to her ass hole. Her tongue circled around Amy's ass, making her squirm, and then he saw it slide between her pussy lips and into her. He groaned at the sight of his wife being licked by this other woman. His cock was throbbing, and he could feel it oozing pre cum as Amy began moaning and grinding her pussy against Brenda. He could imagine Brenda sucking on her clit and rolling it around with her tongue. He knew Amy liked to have her clit sucked on. He could see her pussy getting wetter and wetter, her juices dripping down over Brenda's face. 

Ron could not see what Amy was doing, but her head was down, and he could tell she was licking Brenda to another orgasm by the way Brenda was moaning. He could feel the two women bucking and shaking against him, their moans a beautiful noise as they both came. As soon as they stopped writhing together in their simultaneous orgasms, Amy moved over so her pussy was right over his face. He could see her cum glistening on her lips. He reached up and licked the cum off her pussy, sliding his tongue inside her to get all he could of her sweet flavor. When she moved off of him, his face was wet with her juice. His cock was so swollen, so aching for attention.

As if they knew exactly what he needed, the two women positioned themselves on either side of Ron. Brenda took his swollen hard-on into her mouth, sucking it right in as far as it would go. He groaned, and then groaned even louder as Amy sucked one of his balls into her mouth, rolling it around with her tongue, then the other. The sensation of their two mouths on him was almost more than he could take, but Ron held on. He didn't want to cum so quickly. It felt too good. 

Amy joined Brenda as she ran her lips up and down the length of his cock. Sucking and licking him, he could imagine their lips and tongues meeting around his hardness. Brenda moved down began licking his balls, under them, and all the way down to rim his ass with her tongue, while Amy took his cock deep into her mouth and began really sucking hard, drawing him in and out quickly. Ron began pumping his hips up and down, his cock rock hard, as the two women sucked and licked at him. His hands buried in Amy's hair, Ron groaned. "I'm going to cum! Suck me hard, Baby!" 

He felt a wet finger enter his ass and his cock exploded. "Aaaaaagggghhhhhh..." Ron groaned as his orgasm swept over him. His cock spasmed and his whole body rocked as he came. His cum filled Amy's mouth and she kept sucking and swallowing until his balls were empty. 

He watched Amy and Brenda kiss, sharing his cum, as his body shuddered a couple more times. He still wanted to fuck them both, but after that orgasm he knew it would be a few minutes before he could even lift himself off the bed. Amy uncuffed him and he reached his arms down around both women and drew them up to him. He kissed them both and then lay back, feeling a stir within even after all that had happened, as the women pressed their bodies against him.



Good Day For Rain



They had rented the cabin for the weekend. It was supposed to be a fishing weekend. He had made plans. This was to be his get away and it was raining. 

Angry he slammed his fist against the wall. Why rain? Why now? He never heard her walk up behind him. 

"So, is it such a bad day my sweet?" She smiled. 

He glared at her, not a word, just a glare. Women...Humph . . . How could she understand the disappointment? He had plans, damn it. This was planned for months. Now it was ruined. He would have to leave tomorrow, and no fish. "Damn it all to hell", he thought. She took a step out into the summer rain. There she was in that cotton dress standing in the rain laughing. What was there to laugh at? She held her arms up to the sky and turned around. It was a cool summer storm. Thunder roared, and lighting lit the sky. She danced there in the rain. 

"Are you crazy woman? Get in here," he said, looking at her as if she had gone totally mad. 

"Come join me . . . Haven't you ever wanted to dance in the rain . . .?" She held out her hand to him and laughed. 

"No! Sane people don't dance in the rain. Come on, get in here before you catch cold," he said, standing in the doorway refusing to move. 

"I though you were the adventurous kind. Come on dance with me." She grabbed his hand. 

Her laugh was infectious. He smiled as she dragged him out into the rain. No, he didn't want to be wet. He struggled to get back to the safety of the cabin, but after a futile moment, he finally gave in to her wish. 

"You are nuts. You know that?" He said as he took her in his arms. If she was crazy he must be to because here he was dancing in the rain. 

He waltzed her across the deck, turning her around, her wet body next to his, the cotton dress clinging to her like a second skin. He began to smile. He pulled her close to dip her and suddenly he realized how utterly beautiful she was all wet. He kissed her as he brought her up from the dip, pulling her up to him, her foot barely on the ground. 

She closed her eyes as he kissed her. Her heart pounded as he kissed her. Thunder and lightning filled the sky. Rain poured down in buckets yet she never heard it, she never felt it. All she knew was he was kissing her with more passion than he had in a very long time. 

He lifted her onto the railing of the deck, her hips resting on the flat wooden plank. He began kissing her deeply, his mouth demanding her to return the passion. At first she resisted his kiss pulling away just a little to entice him. His lips sucked her breath away then gave it back slowly. 

He held her with one arm as his other hand traced the soft roundness of her thigh. She curled one leg around his. Her hand slid from his neck to his buttocks. His hand had disappeared under the wet cotton dress. He explored the soft wet warmth between her legs. He was thankful she had not worn panties. 

He began to probe her with his finger. She was kissing his neck, her mouth soft upon his skin. Her tongue caressed his ear. He moaned as she sucked on his ear lobe . . . Suddenly he dropped to his knees. He pulled up her dress and kissed her wet belly, the rain soaked dress over his head. She felt him kissing her body. Curling her legs around his shoulders, her hips rested firm on the plank. She gripped the plank with one hand and the other she placed on his head. His face buried into her sex, her warmth, her excitement, feeding his, as the rain poured over them. 

She curled her body around his head kissing the top of his head with her lips as he delicately nuzzled her sex. She felt as if this was the first time he had touched her. Her body shuttered at his touch. His arms around her thighs, her breath began to grow deeper. Her excitement was growing and he could feel her tighten in anticipation. 

He grabbed her arms pulling her to the deck floor. She fell nearly on top of him, her body wet and slippery. A smile came across his face as he pinned her down. His lips found her sex again. There was that sound, the one he knew meant she was excited. The sound of her sigh grew louder as he once again suckled her essences. 

His own excitement was now growing more urgent. He pulled the sweat pants off and held her down, covering her with his own body. He entered her in one swift hard thrust. She enveloped him, her body merging with his. The rain was falling hard in her face. He felt his manhood resting in the sweetest of places. His testicles hit her rump. Slowly he moved in and out of her. The woman met his pace, her body moving in rhythm with his. Her breath became faster. They could feel each others heart beating. Harder, faster, they moved in and out of each other in this sexual dance. 

The man held her legs up. His arms curved at her knees. Both of them enveloped the other. Passion swept them like the rain, washing them with a mass of emotion. He moved in her faster throbbing with a desperate need. She absorbed his thrust, feeling each one with all her emotion. 

He surged filling her with himself. She clung to him as if he was all that mattered. He fell exhausted into her arms, his head on her breast. Wet and exhausted they lay in the pouring rain. 

Thunder roaring, lighting flashing across the sky, and a soft body for a pillow, who needs fishing? He smiled to himself. This was a good day for rain.



Good Deed Gets Blowjob In Return



I had been divorced for a little while now and was still cleaning out my house. Trying to get rid of everything that reminded me of my now x-wife. I had been selling things on Ebay and Craigslist. If I could not sell it then I would put it on Craigslist under the free section. The free section is what ended up making this story.

The first thing I ended up giving away free was a small end table. This lady that worked close to my house came to get it. She was a nice lady probably about ten or fifteen years older than me. She weighed around 300 pounds and was missing a couple of teeth. I thought nothing of her looks. She was nice and we had a nice conversation. She was recently divorced and moved into a trailer and was trying to fill it up. As she left she told me to let her know if I had anything else to give away. I told her that I would.

Over the next couple of weeks she ended up coming back two more times to get something that I was giving away. I have always been good and enjoyed making women smile or laugh when they have had a rough go of it. So I would always do whatever I could to make this lady smile or laugh. I guess it sometimes lead to flirting. The flirting was definitely innocent on my part. She always responded positively and always left smiling or laughing.

I had made good money on Ebay and Craigslist and had only one more thing to get rid of. I had no luck on selling it so I listed it for free. Within a short time the same lady responded wanting it. She asked if it would be ok to pick it up the next day around lunch. I told her that would be fine to just let me know before she came so I would be dressed and not just in my boxers. She responded with a LOL and said it would not bother her if I was just in my boxers.

The next day was laundry day. I had on an old shirt, a pair of jeans that were to big and would not hardly stay up. I also had on a pair of boxers that I rarely ever wore. They were to small and uncomfortable but did make my bulge look good. I was cleaning and was in a fiesty mood. I was having all kinds of naughty thoughts in my head after reading Literotica earlier. I was semi-hard from my thoughts when the doorbell rang. I had totally forgot about the lady coming. I opened the door and she came in and sat on the love seat and begin to check out the item I was letting her have.

As we talked I caught her looking at my waist area. My jeans had slid down and allowed a lot of my boxers to appear. I pulled them up and explained that I was doing laundry. She laughed and said it was ok. She was still looking at my crotch area. My already stiffening cock was now getting harder and stretching my boxers. Then it happened. I reached to show her something about the item I was giving her. I forgot about my jeans and I let go as I leaned in a little. When I did that my jeans fell all the way down. My boxers that were stretched to their limit was now inches from her face. She laughed and looked at me in the eye. She then reached out and grabbed the waistband of my boxers. She pulled them down to my ankles. My fully erect cock smacked her nose when it was released from the boxers. She wrapped her hand around my shaft and begin to gently stroke it. She grabbed my balls with her other hand and begin to massage them. She bent down and begin to lick the head of my cock. She wrapped her lips around my cock and begin to suck it like an expert. I could not believe what was happening but it felt great. It did not take long and she removed her mouth and used her hand to jerk me. I tensed up and shot a massive load of cum. It hit her nose and her cheek. The rest of it went into her mouth and she swallowed it. I fell down to the love seat. She stood up and grabbed a towel on the couch that I had been folding. She wiped her face and got her item that she came to get. She bent down and licked my cock and kissed it. She told me thanks for all the free things I had given her and left. I sat there trying to take in what had happened. I don't know how it happened but I sure did need it and sure did enjoy it.



Good Deed Gone Bad



Once again a big THANK YOU to MLG52 for his editing skills.

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The snow fell as Tracy left work; it was Friday at 5 pm. She had two days off, with plans to spoil herself. The ground was hard and slippery under foot, and the wild wind brings big flurries of snow blew into her face. The road was deserted except for the occasional car creeping by. She hugged the wall to evade the snow which slapped her face, but to no avail.

As a car drew up and tooted its horn, Tracy looked to see if she knew the person. She moved closer and saw it was the new person who just started that day at the factory.

"Can I give you a lift?" he called out as he wound down the window a bit. Normally she would have refused, but with the weather she thought anything would be better if it got her out of the snow.

She reached for the door and opened it. As she shut the door behind her she was hit by a wall of heat; she sat back and enjoyed the warmth.

"My name is Ted. I saw you in the factory today. It was my first day, and my last. I hated the job so resigned. Where can I drop you off?" he asked.

"It's not far, about 2 miles down the road," Tracy replied. The car weaved its way through the snow. Tracy noticed he kept looking over at her, so she drew her coat over her legs. Something did not seem right.

As Ted drove over the bridge, Tracy said, "My turn is the next on the left." The street light illuminated the road sign but he ignored it. "You can drop me off here," Tracy said a bit louder, thinking he had missed it in the snow flurry. Ted ignored her and kept driving, picking up a bit of speed. "Excuse me, here is just fine," she said forcefully, but a note of worry crept into her voice.

"Sit there and be quiet," Ted ordered. When he glared at her, she panicked and tried to open the door even though the car was moving. S-L-A-P! Tracy felt her head snap back from the hit. "Do as I say or else," he snarled. Tracy knew she had to get away from this maniac. When she tried the door again, she felt a blow hit her ribs. She gasped and doubled up as the pain raced thought her body.

Ted stopped the car, reached into the glove compartment and took out a length of rope. He tied her hands together, then tied them to the door handle. He covered her mouth with some tape. Satisfied she was secure, he drove off again, winding his way out of town. Tracy knew she was in big trouble; her side and face hurt from the blows she'd received. She tried to untie her hands, but another blow to her head stopped her. Tracy sat there racked in pain, and cried.

The road turned into a lane with houses few and far between. Suddenly, he turned into a bungalow with a "For Sale" sign outside. He drove to the rear and stopped the car, got out and fumbled in his pocket for something. He found a key and opened the back door, then went around and opened Tracy's door. The icy wind filled the car as he untied her hands from the handle and led her in the house. Ted shut the door behind him and pushed her onto the floor in a corner. Tracy sat and watched as he covered the windows with the curtain, blocking out all light. He locked the door, and pocketed the key. Moving slowly, he grabbed Tracy by her hair and dragged her to her feet.

Tracy felt the numbness in her hands caused by the ropes. Ted dragged her into another room and threw her on the settee. He repeated the job of drawing the curtains before switching on the light.

"Well, I know we won't be disturbed here. I came and looked at this place three months ago. That's how I managed to get another key, and the price they're asking is way over the top and they only had one prospect look at it... me."

Ted turned the heating up and Tracy felt the warm air rush out from the heating grills. He took off his coat he threw it on the table, then moved towards her. Pulling her up by her coat lapels he undid her hands. "Now don't try anything stupid or you will suffer bad, do you understand, bitch?"

Tracy knew by his face he meant it, she nodded. "Take off that coat and hurry it up." Tracy's hands were still numb and she struggled with the buttons. Suddenly he reached forward and ripped it apart, the buttons flying onto the floor. "You are just like her, slow and no brain, but I showed her, oh yes, did I show her."

Tracy slipped the coat off, and it fell to the floor, he kicked it away and looked at her. Tracy was 19 years old, five foot six, slim, dressed in a blouse and skirt. "Yes, just like her, a slut; dressed to get the men going, giving it to anyone who buys you a drink," he sneered. Tracy cowered as he walked around her. Ted studied her from head to toe. Standing in front of her, he reached out and ripped the blouse open.

"Just as I thought, a total slut. No bra, just like her, walking around letting your tits bounce around for the guys to look at. Now the skirt, lose it" he snarled. Quickly she undid the skirt and stepped out of it, throwing it on the settee. When he saw Tracy was wearing a thong, he reached out and ripped it from her body. She felt the material split and felt it cut into her as he pulled. Tracy was standing in was a pair of hold-up stockings, her pussy and breasts were exposed to his glaring eyes.

He reached forward and gripped her breasts in his hands, "What size are these? 34-C?" he muttered. Tracy quickly agreed, not wanting to anger him any more. He pulled both nipples with his fingers and she screamed at the sudden pain.

He laughed. "You can scream all you want here; no one will hear you. Yes, you and I are going to have lots of fun, maybe if you behave you might be released. But, misbehave and.... He drew his finger across his throat leaving her no doubt to his meaning. 

He reached down and picked up a chain off the floor. Attached to it was a collar, which he put around her neck and padlocked it. He pointed to the floor and said "SIT!" He disappeared into another room, leaving Tracy to look around. The windows were covered; he made sure they were locked. She slumped to the floor, crying.

Suddenly pain shot across her shoulders. He stood above her, naked; his belt in his hand. Tracy saw his cock hard and pointing menacingly at her. Taking the chain from the wall he moved her over to the table. Tracy saw a knife, handcuffs and a ball gag. Panicking, she swung out at him trying to get away; his fist connected on her jaw and she fell to the floor, stunned. He grabbed her hair and pulled her to the table, shouting and cursing. "You fucking whore! You're going to be sorry now!"

Bending Tracy over the table, she felt his hard cock force its way into her pussy. She was dry, but that did not worry him. Violently he pushed deep into her, his hips pounding her ass as he slammed his cock in deeper. Tracy felt his sperm explode deep inside her pussy, she screamed. But her ordeal was not over yet. He pulled out, forcing her onto her knees. Smiling he forced her mouth open pushing his cum covered cock into her mouth. Tracy tried to bite his cock, anything but this.

His fist slammed into her face, and then his hands gripped her ears, forcing his cock deep into her mouth. His hard cock made her gag and vomit over his feet. He kicked out at her, she felt ribs breaking as she cowered on the floor. He then bent Tracy over on all fours, and raped her ass. The pain was too much. Tracy felt herself passing out.

As Tracy came round she saw he was in the bathroom cleaning up. Struggling to get up by holding the table, she saw the knife. He was coming back in. Holding the knife tightly, she turned her back to him. As he approached, he spun her around. Tracy sank the knife in deep, pulling it out she stabbed again until he fell to the ground.

Tracy dressed slowly. Walking to the door she unlocked it and walked into the cold night. She did not feel the cold as she stumbled along the lane, she was numb already. All she wanted was a quiet weekend.

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Good Deed Rewarded



I hate working second shift. Normally I try to avoid it, but due to a lay off, I had been forced to take a job working in a convenience store on that dreaded shift. It had been a long eight hours, having to deal with the low-lifes who frequented this particular store. It was in a bad neighborhood and I was constantly having to deal with shoplifters, and people who would attempt any kind of con that they could to get something for nothing. To make matters worse, this evening, I had pissed off my co-worker because I refused to let her give the stores wares away to her friends. I was tired, pissed off and just ready to go home. I had no way of knowing that something would occur on my drive home that would put me in a much better mood.

I live about fifteen miles from the store and it normally takes about twenty minutes to get to my apartment, depending how I hit the lights in town. Half of my trip is in the city, but the last half is through a relatively desolate stretch of road. I was just reaching the point where the area changes from commercial to nothing, when I noticed a figure walking on the side of the road in front of me. I got a pretty good look as I passed and saw that it was a middle aged, woman in an old fashioned, past the knee dress. 

About half a mile back I had passed what I knew to be a store front church and figured that this woman had probably left from there, having either had car trouble or was just so devoted that she had walked to church and was now walking home. I knew that she probably had a long walk ahead of her as the stretch of road she was heading onto had a very long piece to go before there were any signs of habitation. 

It was sprinkling rain, and while it was a warm night, I just felt that I could not go on without going back and at least offering her a ride. believe me when I say that I did this for the most altruistic of reasons. I had gotten a good look at this woman and she was definitely not the hot, sexy fantasy hitch-hiker that we all hope to find someday. I just knew that I would hope that someone would offer a ride to my sister or mother if they were in such a predicament. 

I did a U-turn in an old abandoned business parking lot and went back down the road past her and pulled a second U-turn. I hit the button that lowered my passenger side power window, as I pulled up alongside the woman. Upon close inspection, I was right, this woman was decidedly frumpy looking, just the type you would expect to see in a poor independent church. She was not ugly, but not pretty either. Just plain. The baggy print dress she was wearing was definitely unattractive. I leaned towards the window and spoke to her as she stopped next to my car. 

"Have car trouble?" I asked.

"No. I just don't have a ride home." the lady replied.

"Well, I'm going this way, so if you want, I can give you a lift. No need to walk in the rain." I offered as nicely as I could in an attempt to let her know that I wasn't dangerous.

"Are you sure it won't be any trouble?" she asked.

"Not at all!" I smiled back cheerfully. "Hop on in."

She opened the passenger door and climbed in, taking obvious comfort at not being in the rain any longer.

"So where can I take you?" I asked.

"I live about four miles down Old Liberty Road." she replied. "Are you sure it's not out of your way?" I noticed that there seemed to be something a bit....wrong with her voice.

"Well, it is a little out of my way, but I don't mind. I just got off work and I'm heading home so I'm in no hurry." I assured her. "I couldn't leave you walking in the rain like that. I would hate to think of my sister being stuck like that and would hope someone would get her off the road this late at night, and out of the rain."

"Well, aren't you sweet!" she exclaimed, reaching over and putting her right hand on my shoulder. Once again I noticed that her voice seemed a bit off.

"So, how did you come to not have a ride?" I inquired.

"This is kind of embarrassing, but I went to a party with a friend and got into an argument with her and the other people there, so I just left and started walking home. I've been walking for about half an hour when you picked me up."

Now I knew what was wrong with her voice! She was drunk!. I had been totally wrong in my assumption that she had come from the church. Well, it didn't really matter. She still needed a ride home and I still felt justified in giving one to her.

"Well, I'm just glad I can help a lady in need." I said. I then felt her arm brush up against mine as she seemed to be leaning a bit towards my side of the car. I moved my arm more towards me, breaking the contact. A few seconds later, I felt her arms resting against mine once again. I was starting to get a little uncomfortable. This woman was obviously drunk and I hoped that she was not getting any ideas. It might be different if she were young and good looking, but she was at least twenty years older than my twenty-five and she did not have the looks that would normally turn me on.

We rode in silence for a few minutes, her arm still pressed into mine when I told her, "You'll have to show me where you live. I had already turned onto the road she had mentioned.

"I will honey." she answered, reaching over to grip my arm. She squeezed it for a moment before taking her hand away. This was getting weird.

We rode the next few miles in silence, but I could see her staring at me out of the corner of my eye. "It's right around this next curve on the right" she instructed. I navigated the curve and she told me to pull into the next driveway on the right. It was a long driveway, leading to a house up on a hill at some distance. 

"Stop here." She told me, "Don't pull all the way up to the house. My kids will be asleep and I don't want to wake them up. I'll just walk the rest of the way."

Following her instructions, I stopped the car and put it into park. She turned towards me and said, "So what do I owe you for the ride?"

"I can't take your money." I insisted. "I didn't mind helping you out at all."

"I know that, but I have to pay you back for being so nice."

"You don't owe me anything. Really. I did it because I wanted to."

"I know I don't owe you." She said giving me a funny look, "But, I want to pay you back."

I was getting a little nervous. My mind was racing. What was this woman saying? Was she making me some kind of indecent offer? Or was my mind just seeing things that were not there. I was confused but at the same time, the idea was starting to turn me on. I could not believe my libido was in overdrive thinking about doing something with this unattractive, drunken woman. I was afraid to do anything about it, because if I was taking what she was saying wrong, I could get in trouble. Visions of a rape trial filled my head, so I remained quiet.

"C'mon," she said in her slurred voice, "Surely you can think of some way for me to pay you back."

"I don't know." I said, becoming more sure with each second that this woman WAS making me an offer.

"Think hard." she said, putting extra emphasis on the word "hard".

My sex drive was starting to overcome my common sense and I turned to look at her and said, "Well there is something, but if I say it, it might offend you."

"Try me." she said looking me straight in the eyes.

I hesitated before I spoke, my voice breaking, "Well....there's something that I haven't had in a long time." I was stalling.

"Tell me what it is." she demanded of me.

"Promise you won't get mad?" I asked, already knowing I was going to tell her. "I promise." She assured me.

"Ok. It's been months since I've had a girlfriend. I dated my last one for over a year. She didn't like giving head, and when she did she would never finish me off the right way. Do you know what I mean?"

" 'The right way?' What do you mean?" she asked me.

"I mean she would never let me get off in her mouth and swallow." I replied.

There was a terrible silence that followed after my revelation. I just knew that I had gone to far and the shit was going to hit the fan.

Finally she spoke, "Well, I can give you the blowjob," She said, smiling as her hand reached over to grip my already hard cock, "But I won't swallow either. I've never done that even for my husband. Think that will be ok?" she asked as she continued to squeeze my shaft through my jeans.

Of course it would be ok! I was turned on beyond belief that I was going to get my cock sucked by a complete stranger, even though she was not even pretty. I just nodded my head, and she reached for my zipper and started lowering it. She reached through the opening in my pants and took my cock in her hand and it just felt wonderful. She tried to pull it through the opening, but it was too big and stiff to fit through with my pants still buttoned so I undid them, spreading the waistband. My prick sprang out, with her tiny fingers fastened to it with a death grip. I reached to my side and pulled the lever that allowed my seat to lean back and as soon as I did, she leaned in over me and I felt her warm, wet mouth cover about half of my length. 

I put my head on her head, loving the feel of it bobbing up and down on my shaft. In the dark, I could barely make her movements out, but I could feel every inch of my cock sliding between her sucking lips. My hips began to rise involuntarily to meet her movements, as she took more of me in her mouth with each bob of her head. I could feel her tongue swirling in her mouth, hot against my engorged skin. 

This was just UNREAL. I had met this woman less that fifteen minutes before and here I was fucking her mouth. The whole thing had created such an intense situation, that I knew I was not going to last long. The feel of her mouth moving up and down my length, with her fist pumping the lower half was driving me to the brink. Her actions combined with the totally surreal situation had me almost ready to cum.

"Faster!" I urged her on. "I'll tell you when I'm ready to cum so you can pull off."

"MMMMMMMMM." was her only reply other than quickening her pace.

Her head began bobbing faster and her hand began pumping harder and I could feel the hot cum start to boil out of my aching nuts.

"I'm about to cum!" I almost screamed.

She just kept fucking my cock with her mouth even faster.

"I'm going to cum!" I warned her.

She didn't slow down. Her mouth continued to suck even harder.

I couldn't hold back a moment longer and I shot a jet of white hot cum deep into her mouth. My cock spasmed in her oral grasp as I shot another thick, full load of cum across her tongue. She pulled her mouth off my still shooting cock, gagging, the next shot blew across her face, and she caught her breath and drove her face down onto my cock again. I had built up a lot of cum in my abstinence, and she was getting it all. My prick was exploding in her sucking mouth, load after load. I could hear her make swallowing noises, as I filled her throat with my seed. Finally, I felt my orgasm start to subside, but she just held my meat in her mouth, suckling on me. 

I was exhausted from such an intense climax and just lay there, gasping for breath. My cock was shrinking in her mouth, but she continued to suck on it, as I felt a bit more cum seep from my cockhead. She lay there with my prick in her mouth for what seemed to be several minutes as I regained my breath, finally letting it slide from her lips, wet and sticky. She held my now soft cock in her hand and licked it like a lollypop, cleaning all the ejaculate from it. Her head was still in my lap when I asked breathlessly, "I thought you didn't swallow?"

"I don't. But it seemed so important to you that this time I had to. That was my first taste of cum. Was I good?" She asked.

"You were fucking incredible!" I exclaimed.

"Good. I wanted to be."

"Well, you were." I replied. About that time, I saw a light come on over the door of her house. The door then opened and I saw a figure stop out onto the porch. I pointed this out to the woman whose name I did not even know, who still had her head in my lap, my dick in her hand.

"OH SHIT!" She cried. "That's my husband! You'd better go!" she urged as she threw open the passenger door and jumped out. "Thanks for the ride!" she then slammed shut the door as the man started walking down the yard.

"No. Thank you!" I yelled, wondering how she was going to explain that big stream of cum on her face to her husband, as I threw the car into reverse and backed out of the driveway as fast as I could. I then shifted into drive as I punched the accelerator and sped off into the night.



Good Deeds



Billie added the last decoration from the package to the pine tree in her front yard with trepidation. 

"Damn, I should have bought more," she mumbled after glancing at the finished project.

An empty spot near the top needed some ornaments. Grabbing a shiny red ball and a silver bell from where they hung at the back of the tree, she repositioned them to fill in the space. Then she stepped back once more. The parched lawn mocked the vibrant colors hanging from the tree. Billie turned away from the depressing yard to give the tree a final perusal. 

"Looks great, Billie!"

Eleanor Grady lived across the street from Billie. After vacationing in Colorado one Christmas, she vowed never to go back, preferring the weather in the south where she had lived all her life. She struggled to understand how anyone could enjoy freezing cold temperatures, blowing snow, and icy roads. 

"Hey, thanks, but I sure don't like this weather. It sort of wrecks the entire feeling, you know?"

"We're used to it. When you live in the south you can't expect snow for the holiday, Billie."

"This is my first Christmas here. We already had snow in November sometimes in Michigan. It was cold even if we didn't have snow. Not like here where it's just about warm enough for shorts," Billie said.

"Wait a few years and you won't even think about the differences. The weather is what draws people to the southern states. Besides, Christmas is what you make it, not the commercialized versions you see in all the stores."

Billie went over what the woman said as she packed up the empty ornament boxes. She turned back to the older woman when she finished.

"You're right. I know it's not the snow or the grass or the temperature. None of that matters."

"The tree really does look good. You even made that open space on the side disappear. I wish I had your knack. All I end up with is an ugly mess that looks worse than a disaster."

Billie laughed at her friend. She knew the woman exaggerated her lack of skills but enjoyed listening to her. 

"So can I con you into helping with mine?" 

"Well, I did have a wild evening of sex planned. If you can make me a better offer, I might consider it," Billie said, laughing at her silliness.

"Oh, well, I don't think I can outdo wild sex. All I can offer is homemade lasagna, just out of the oven rolls, pecan pie, cream puffs, your choice of beverages, and—"

"Ten minutes work?" Homemade anything sounded good to the younger of the two since she rarely did more than heat a microwavable meal for her dinner. 

Eleanor laughed and nodded. "See you in a few."

She thought back to the day Billie moved into the condominium as she set the table. The young woman directed a small army of men as they unloaded the moving van parked in the driveway. 

Remembering how tiring moving day was, and how hungry it made everyone, she ordered several pizzas. She filled a box with an assortment of beverages and napkins. Then she walked across the street and introduced herself. Despite their age difference, the two women became instant friends. 

"Ten minutes is up!" Billie yelled from the back door.

"What clock did you use? Mine says nine and a half."

"Oh, well, twenty-nine, twenty-eight, twenty-seven—"

"Get in here and help me eat this mountain of food. I don't know who I thought would need all this, but dig in."

"Holy crap, Eleanor, you could feed half the city with this. When did you start cooking?" Billie asked, trying to fathom the amount of time the woman spent fixing the assorted dishes filling the table. 

"I couldn't sleep, so I cooked. Then I just kept going."

"You'll never be able to eat all the leftovers."

"I know, but you'll take some, right?"

"Yeah, but still. Not only is there the lasagna, but you have some kind of chicken casserole, a beef stew, cheesy potatoes, loaded baked potatoes, sweet potatoes, green bean casserole, BBQ chicken wings, meatballs, and sliced turkey, plus all the desserts, and are those appetizers?"

"Okay, so I went overboard. We'll figure something out after we eat."

Billie tried to get a small amount of each item onto her plate. She didn't succeed. They ate until they couldn't swallow anymore. Then they sat back on the sofa with their coffee and relaxed.

"Do you still have all those to-go containers you've been saving?" Billie asked several minutes later.

"Of course, I save everything."

"Get them. I know what we're doing with the leftovers."

Eleanor moaned as she sat up. "I ate too much. Can't I sit here a little longer?"

"Fine, but tell me where they are then."

"They're in the white cabinet in the laundry room. You—"

Billy didn't hear the rest of what her friend said. She jumped off the sofa and went downstairs. Eleanor heard her slam the cabinet shut moments before she ran up the stairs again.

"What's going on in your head this time?" she asked after joining Billie in the kitchen.

"Take whatever you want and put it into the refrigerator so I know how much is left."

"Are you going to tell me what we're doing first? Or am I going to keep asking until I get it right?"

"Trust me, okay? You'll approve . . . and love it. Fill a container with what you consider a meal."

Eleanor did as directed. Soon they had all the containers full. Billie looked at the stacks of individual meals and smiled. 

"Now will you tell me what we're doing?" Eleanor asked.

"I'll be right back. Then I'll tell you, I promise."

Billie went out the door and ran across the street. She grabbed several empty boxes from next to her garbage can. Once back inside her friend's kitchen, she put the containers of food into the boxes.

"You have too much food and there are people who have none. We're going to fix that. Well, for tonight, at least. We're bringing this to the homeless."

Eleanor had already suspected what Billie wanted to do. The girl's compassion for those less fortunate was a well-known fact amongst her friends. 

"I like how you think, Billie Sanders. My car or yours?"

"Well, I was thinking we could go to the park. According to the news reports, that's where the largest number of the cities' homeless congregate in the evening. If we take your car, we could open the hatch and distribute the food that way. With my car, we would have to stack it in the trunk or the backseat, neither of which would be as convenient."

"Good thinking. What about silverware or napkins?"

"Crud, I forgot those. We can stop somewhere and get plastic forks. I have paper towels we could use," Billie said.

"Check in that blue plastic storage container in the laundry room. I think I had plastic utensils left after the last neighborhood potluck. There might be enough so we don't have to buy any."

Billie grinned and went in search of the container. She guessed she would find plenty forks since her friend had a habit of purchasing more of everything than she needed. The blue tote held paper plates, cups, and decorative tablecloths. Billie closed it and opened the clear one. Inside she found what she needed. Grabbing all five bags, she closed the container and returned to the kitchen. 

"I put a couple cases of water in the car. They'll need something to drink," Eleanor said.

"Good idea." Billie stopped and smiled. "You know how much I appreciate what you're doing, right?"

"Don't get all sappy on me, girl. You'll make my mascara run."

"Since I know for a fact you don't use mascara, I'll get sappy if I want to."

"We'll make this holiday enjoyable, even if I have to cook and bake until I run out of supplies."

"That will never happen. You're the closest thing to a food hoarder I know, but in a good way, and you're clean."

"I love it!"

"I know. I'm good at weird stuff like that."

Eleanor laughed and grabbed one of the boxes. "Yes, my dear friend, you are good."

They loaded the car and drove across town to the park. Christmas lights sparkled from windows and trees. Eleanor slid a CD in and began singing along with the Chipmunks. 

"You listen to the Chipmunks?" Billie asked, shocked at her friend's choice of music.

"You don't like Alvin?"

"Well, I guess maybe when I was a kid."

"Ah, so I should listen to music more fitting for my age?" Eleanor asked as she pulled into an empty parking space. "Maybe something more like elevator music?"

"I didn't mean, no, not that, but . . ."

"Relax, kid, I was teasing. The CD was part of a gag gift from a Christmas party years ago. I tossed it into the car with the others yesterday. We can be silly once in a while, right?"

Billie nodded and opened the door. Eleanor released the latch and joined her friend at the back of the car. 

"How do you want to handle this, Billie? I don't think we should venture far from the car."

"I see a few people near that group of benches. I'm going to walk halfway there and tell them I'm sharing some food. Then I'll come back to the car. You okay with that?"

Eleanor nodded and watched Billie walk away. When she returned, they sat on the bumper, waiting for people to approach. 

"You got food? You ain't cops?"

Billie smiled at the woman but she didn't stand. She didn't want to scare her by moving too fast.

"We're not cops. Would you like something to eat? My name is Billie. This is my friend Eleanor. She likes to cook."

The old woman took another step closer but didn't say anything more. A small group of people moved up behind her. Billie assumed they were waiting for her permission before they accepted the food. 

"We're just offering to share a few meals. Nothing more, I promise," Billie said, holding a stack of the containers toward her. "Take them."

The woman stared before nodding. The others in the group each took a container before turning away. 

"Wait," Eleanor said. "I have forks, and some bottled water, if you would like some."

"Why?" The woman directed her question at Eleanor.

"I believe we're all given a talent. I happen to excel at cooking. Coming here was Billie's idea after she saw how much I fixed for dinner."

"If I had talent, you think I would be living out here?"

The women heard the defeat in the stranger's tone of voice. Billie took a deep breath before replying.

"No one will help us. No one cares," another of the women in the group said.

"That's not true, but sometimes people have to ask for the help, and they have to be willing to do a lot of paperwork. It can be frustrating."

Billie looked at the people in front of her and wondered what they had endured. She wanted to take them home with her, give them a place to sleep, food, and clean clothing. She understood the best she could do was find them the help they needed from an organization for the homeless. 

"I would be happy to help you. My friend would too. After all, we're here tonight, right? We'll make calls and get information for you. Then we'll come back tomorrow. You can decide then what you want to do," Eleanor said.

The woman nodded and the others in the group whispered amongst themselves. 

"Before then, we have a whole box of food to hand out. Any ideas of who we can share with?" Billie asked. 

"We have friends . . ." the woman replied, pointing toward a stand of trees at the edge of the park. "I can get them."

She walked across the dried grass to a spot where a dozen people emerged from the darkness of the trees and followed her back. They eagerly accepted the food and water before disappearing into the shadows again. Only the initial group remained behind. The woman turned toward the others. Without saying more, they shuffled off, leaving nothing behind. 

Eleanor sat on the bumper and looked at Billie. "I can't believe she thinks no one will help. I'm not associated with any agency and even I know there's all sorts of organizations around."

Neither spoke for a few minutes as they put the empty boxes into the back of the car and closed the hatch. 

"You seem quite adamant about the help that's available. How do you know so much about the subject?"

Billie buckled her seat belt before answering. She looked straight ahead when she spoke. 

"My parents divorced when I was eight. I lived with my father for three years. But he remarried and his new wife didn't want any reminders of his past. I went to my mom's then, but she was involved with a man who thought I was in the way. For the next two years, until I was just about sixteen, I stayed with my grandmother."

Eleanor drove through the quiet streets as Billie talked. Her heart broke for the young girl her friend had been back then. Yet she didn't say anything. She sensed there was more to the story. 

"My grandmother took really good care of me. She made sure I went to school, and that I had the latest style clothes, and even taught me to play the piano. I didn't know she was sick though. She never told me. Then one day, she was gone, just gone. I was a few months shy of eighteen and neither of my parents wanted me. I never heard what happened, but my mother changed her mind. She kicked her boyfriend out and took me in."

Billie stared at her reflection in the side glass but saw her family as they had been years ago. She rarely told anyone about her past even though she knew nothing that happened had been her fault. 

"There's that saying about how everything happens in threes. First, it was my grandmother. A month later, my father died in a car accident. Three months later, my mother fell asleep with a lit cigarette in her hand. She lost everything and officially joined the millions of others in America living on the streets. I lucked out. I had a friend in school whose parents helped me find a job, put me up in their garage apartment, and mentored me until I was able to make it on my own."

"You were fortunate, Billie," Eleanor said. "What happened to your mother?"

"I've never found her."

The older woman heard the pain and emotion in the four words. "But you keep looking."

"No, I don't really look anymore."

Eleanor stopped the car in her driveway and turned to her friend. "I don't know if I could come through those challenges as strong as you did."

"You do whatever you have to without really thinking about it, you know?"

"Get some sleep. Tomorrow is a fresh day. We'll start over then."

"Good night, Eleanor. Thank you for helping tonight."

They parted—each deep in thought, neither paying attention to the Christmas lights sparkling along the street. Billie went inside and began making calls. It took all night to accomplish her goal. She fell asleep as the sun rose. 

Eleanor hadn't heard from Billie by noon and worried something was wrong. She rang the doorbell several times before pounding on the door. 

"Billie, open up!"

"What, who is it?"

"You look like hell. What's wrong?" Eleanor asked, pushing her way inside. 

"I was up all night."

"Why didn't you sleep?"

"I couldn't until—"

"You could have waited until today," Eleanor said, flipping a switch to start the coffee machine. 

"I did it, Eleanor. I found a place."

"You did not. You did. How? Where? Tell me."

"It's in the city. We can bring them in as soon as we make contact with them."

"You did great, honey. Go to sleep and I'll come back at six. I'll drive again since they might recognize my car."

Eleanor let herself out and went to the store. She didn't have time to cook, so she bought meats and cheeses for sandwiches and added an assortment of cookies from the bakery. She had bags of sandwiches in her car when Billie knocked at six. 

They parked in the same spot as the night before. Eleanor opened the hatch. Then they waited. An hour passed but they didn't see the woman or her friends from the night before. 

"Something's wrong. I know it," Billie said.

"Honey, maybe she doesn't want help. Some people can't accept anything from others."

"I know that. I just have this feeling it will work out." 

Another hour passed. They gave out all the sandwiches except enough for the small group. Billie refused to hand them out to anyone else. 

"It's time to go, Billie. We can't sit out here all night."

"A few more minutes, okay?"

Eleanor nodded even though she didn't believe the homeless strangers would show up. She stared at the Christmas lights and hoped for a miracle. After another hour went by, even Billie had to admit defeat. She tossed the sandwiches into the trash receptacle in the park and slammed the hatch.

"Why did she say she wanted help if she wasn't going to be here? Why are people so stubborn?"

"You did the best you could, Billie. You kept your word. We don't know why she's living out here or what happened to her in the past. Think about your own mother's life and all that she dealt with. This woman could have—"

"I know all that! Don't you see? She might be someone's mom. I had to try," she said. 

"You're a good person, Billie. Let's go home."

"Merry Christmas, Mom, wherever you are," she whispered as they left the park.



Good Deeds for a Neighbor



Part One:

I was up in my bedroom studying when I heard Nora's distinctive and nagging voice, shrieking at her husband Jim.

"You're not suppose to cut the lawn like this! The lines are suppose to go up and down, not sideways!" Nora yelled.

At that point I looked outside my window. They had been arguing for a good ten minutes at least. Jim and Nora were our neighbors across the street. Married and always bickering and fighting. I felt bad for Jim, he deserved a good woman. Jim and Nora were standing out in the yard arguing. 

"You told me to mow the lawn, I mowed the lawn!" Jim yelled.

"But when I said that, it's implied that you're suppose to do it right!" she screamed.

Jim abruptly walked away from her and got in his car, starting up the engine.

"Where do you think you're going?" Nora nagged.

And with that, Jim sped off. Good for him, I thought. I don't understand how anyone could actually stay married to someone like Nora for nearly thirty years. She was annoying, nosy, rude and sometimes downright mean. I truly was surprised no one had killed her by this time.

I walked away from the window and sat down at my desk again, trying to concentrate on my schoolwork. I had always liked Jim, although I was only 19. He was tall and had the most beautiful eyes you'd ever come across. 

Although he was an adult (55 years old to be exact), he had this boyish innocence about him that I loved so much. He was skinny as a rail, and his clumsiness added to his boyish charm.

Sometimes our family would have Jim and Nora over for dinner, and there were times when I thought Jim looked at me differently - like with a little twinkle in his eye. But he never said anything that was inappropriate. Maybe because Nora was there. Maybe because he was a gentleman. Maybe it was a little bit of both.

I looked at my watch. "Holy cow!" I had to get my ass moving or I'd be late for work.

I ran downstairs and grabbed my keys and my purse.

"Where are you running off to?" asked my Dad.

"I'm going to be late for work, love you!" I called, as I ran out the door.

Part Two:

I worked at a Ramada Inn hotel. I was the front desk clerk. It sometimes could be interesting, other times boring or frustrating, but it provided me with cash nonetheless.

It was kind of a quiet afternoon, and I was cleaning up the front desk area, as it was part of my job. My back was to the front counter, so I didn't see the customer standing there.

"Excuse me, Miss?" he said.

I turned around, "Oh, I'm sorry, I - Jim?"

"Hi Natalie!"

"Hi Jim, it's nice to see you what are you doing here?"

"I'd like a hotel room for the night please...That is part of your job isn't it?" he teased.

I giggled, "Of course."

I knew he wanted a room just to get away from Nora, even if just for the night. I didn't blame him on that one. I thought bringing up the subject of the argument might upset him, so I kept my mouth shut about it.

I helped him check in. I had butterflies during the whole time I was talking to him.

"That's a nice sweater," he said.

I looked down, "Oh thanks."

It was a soft, low cut, lavender sweater and it gave just a little hint of cleavage, teasing whatever man happened to be looking. I'm a 32b, and so I try to do whatever I can to show off my boobs. I also liked to wear short shorts, to show off my legs and my bottom, but working in a hotel, we just weren't allowed to do that.

I gave him his key and after a little more chit-chat, he went upstairs to his room. Like in most hotels, the front desk looked over the lobby area.

About an hour later, Jim came down the stairs and approached the desk again.

"Hi Jim, what can I do for you?" I asked.

"Well, I was kind of bored up in my room. Do you mind if I keep you company?"

I smiled, "No, not at all."

"Do you have a boyfriend?" he asked, his arms resting on the counter. I was surprised by his question. He normally wasn't so straight-forward and he rarely asked me about personal stuff like that.

"No, I don't have one," I smiled and leaned forward. I saw his eyes look down my top. I traced my finger along his hand, and looked in his eyes, teasing him. "So what have you been up to today?" I asked him quietly.

"I-I went to, um, to work today."

"Oh?"

"Y-yes." A calm came over him and his nervousness disappeared, he grinned at me. "You little tease, torturing an old man like me. Does your father know you do this?"

I giggled, "Daddy doesn't know a thing. But what he doesn't know won't hurt him." I held his hands and played with his fingers. "Jim, I think -"

"Natalie!" a sharp voice from behind me called. It was my boss, Mrs. Tennyson. 

"Natalie," she warned me. "How many times do I have to tell you? Keep your hands off the customers! This is a high class place, now act like it!"

"Yes, Ma'am."

It was the second time she had warned be about flirting with the customers. But I just couldn't help it. The boys were so cute, and the men so handsome. Just what does she expect a girl to do?

Jim laughed, "You flirt with all the customers who come in here?"

"Only the cute ones."

He blushed and then asked, "Do you want to come up with my room with me? It gets awfully lonely up there."

"Well, I -"

"Please? Please honey?" he whispered and leaned in, giving me a soft kiss on the lips.

I nodded. 

I heard Mrs. Tennyson's harping voice in the background and Jim and I ran to the elevator before she could stop me. 

As soon as the elevator doors shut, Jim wrapped his arms around my waist and we were kissing. Oh, this is so wrong, I thought to myself. But I just couldn't stop, and neither could he. I held his face in my hands as we kissed.

There was a "ding!" And the elevator door opened. We walked down to his hotel room, and he unlocked the door. Once inside, we started kissing again, only heavier this time. He took my hand and lead me into the bathroom. What were we doing?

I had only had sex a couple times before with a boyfriend, and we'd never made love in the bathroom. Jim turned on the shower. Oh, of course! 

"Come on sweetie, let's take a shower," he started to unbutton his shirt.

I went up to him and started to kiss him, unbuttoning his shirt. He ran his fingers through my hair and moaned.

"God, you're so sexy," he said, stroking my hair and rubbing my back. "Come on honey, let's take his off," he said pulling my shirt off.

I took my top off and he unhooked my bra, exposing my tits to him. I started to unbuckle his pants.

He chuckled, "You like a man's body, huh?"

I blushed, "I like yours."

I was surprised at the size of his cock. For being a skinny guy, even scrawny, he had a huge cock. Easily eight inches, and thick. I started to stroke it with my small hand.

"Oh Damn," he said. "Shit, that feels good."

He took my hand and lead me into the shower. The water was nice and warm. I got down on my knees and wrapped my lips around his cock.

"Ohh," he moaned. "Baby that feels good. It's been so long since anyone has sucked on me."

Normally I would lick a man's cock up and down a few times, but this time I went right for the sucking. My head bobbed up and down, taking nearly all of his cock in my mouth. I looked up into his eyes, my mouth stuffed with his dick.

"Shit," he said. "God, I've been wanting to fuck you for so long. Get up baby, stand up sweetheart."

I dragged my willing mouth away from his cock and stood up. He played with my tits, just about the size of a handful.

"Such pretty tits," he bent his head down and started to suck on the left one. I held his head and stroked his hair. He was so hungry for my tits, he was like a baby boy sucking on his mother.

I moaned, "Yess, keeping sucking, please Jim."

He sucked on my other tit, pawing and playing with it. "You've grown up to be such a young lady. Nice tits, a great little ass, and those legs, baby, I love those legs."

I groaned at his words and sighed. He continued.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to fuck you. I'd see you go off to school with that shiny lip gloss on your sweet lips and think about you giving me head. Those tight little shorts you love, hugging your bottom. Come on baby," he took my hand and we left the shower stall, but we never made it to the bed.

Jim lifted me up on the bathroom sink counter and spread my legs. His eyes wandered over my wet slit. He put his fingers on my pussy and started rubbing.

"Oh Natalie sweetie, you're such a sweet little slut. Being so wet for me. Are you wet for daddy, baby?" 

I nodded, "Oh yes, Jim please fuck me."

Instead he got on his knees and spread my legs further, opening my pussy lips open with his thumbs. He started to lick at my tight hole. The way he lapped at it, he reminded me of a kitten.

"Yesss," I sighed, holding his face to pussy. "Yess, Jim, keep going. God, you're so good." I held his head. 

I was so close to cumming. I started to hump against his face. He nuzzled his face into my clit. I squealed and came. My body stiff, but trembling as I came.

I felt so relaxed when I came, but still so excited somehow. I opened up my pussy lips with my fingers, and, out of breath, I moaned to him what I wanted, "Dick, give me some dick. Fuck me Jim."

He eased his cock inside me. There was a little pain, because he was so big. I had only had sex with one other guy, and he wasn't nearly the size of this man.

"Ow," I said, as he continued to ease in.

He kissed my ear and whispered, "You're doing great sweetheart, you're being such a good girl for me baby."

He pushed his meat all the way in. My arms were around his shoulders.

"Should I keep on going sweetie?" he asked.

I nodded, and kissed him, sliding my tongue into his mouth. I could feel his slick cock sliding in and out as we kissed. He tore his lips from mine and started to pant.

"Oh fuck, are you a virgin baby?" he asked.

"No, Jim, mmm," I moaned. "No, I'm not." "I had to ask. You just feel so fucking tight, shit your little pussy feels good. I bet you spread your legs for all the boys in school don't you honey?"

His dirty talk was making me horny and I wanted to hear more, "Oh yesss, Jim."

I humped my hips towards him as he fucked me, meeting his thrusts. At that point we were both panting, our faces and bodies wet with water and sweat. 

"I bet you hump your teachers at school just for the good grades, don't you sweetie?"

I nodded, "Oh God, yes."

"Fuck," he moaned. "I am so close. Oh shit."

I was clinging to his shoulders. I came, my pussy having a tight hold on his cock.

"Oh fuck, Jim."

"Ohhhh," he groaned. I could feel his gooey, warm sperm squirt into my little pussy. His hot load made me hungry, I wanted to taste it.

I fell back against the bathroom mirror, exhausted. He slowly pulled his cock out of me. I felt a wince of pain, and some of his cum leak out. He was panting, leaning up against the wall.

I put my hand between my legs, and scooped up some of his sperm with my finger and slipped it between the lips of my mouth.

I tasted his cum and moaned. He tasted so good. And it felt so nasty and dirty and sexy because it had just come out of my pussy.

He slipped his finger in me and scooped a little bit of his cum onto his finger. I opened my mouth, and he fed it to me. He fed me this way for several more minutes, till I held onto his hand with my little hands, and started to suck his finger, as if it were a cock.

He chuckled and carried me into the room, laying me down on the bed. I crawled underneath the covers and he did the same. He was laying on his back and I snuggled up closer to him. I slid my arm across his stomach and let it rest there. He put his arm around my shoulders. 

I started to stroke his chest and play with chest hair. Poor Jim was still panting. I nuzzled my head up against his neck, giving him tiny licks.

He ran his hand up and down my arm, "Honey, you were great. You're only nineteen! Where did you learn to do all that?"

I giggled, "Well, you made it easy for me. I was just so horny, I couldn't help what I was doing."

"What would your father saying if he knew what happened?"

"He wouldn't say anything. He be dead as a doornail."

Jim laughed, "Right after he gave me a few socks in the jaw."

I giggled, and traced my fingers along his lips.

Part Three:

It had been two weeks since Jim and I had sex in the hotel room, and I had only seen him once since then. A few days ago when his wife went out for groceries, I snuck over and gave him a quick blowjob.

But last night was he called me up on the phone. He explained that he thought I was a very sweet girl, but that there could be nothing more between us. After all, he explained, he was married, and the guilt of what happened was eating him up. 

I agreed, as I felt a little guilty myself. For some reason I didn't feel hostile towards Jim. I liked him just as much as I did before we had sex. But I did decide that I needed to find a single man.

Tonight was different. Nora and Jim had invited my parents over to their house for dinner. Jim's brother was going to be there was well. Jim had explained that Peter, his brother, would be staying with them for the whole weekend.

My Mom, Dad and myself went over their house around 7 o'clock. Nora answered the door. My stomach churned.

"Well, hello!" she greeted us, ushering us into the house.

We said our usual hello's and how are you's. But, I was just looking for Jim. Where was he? As if answering my thought, Jim came out of the kitchen.

Jim said hello to myself and to my parents. I had a hard time keeping away from him, but I managed. I could tell Jim was horny just by looking at him. 

Poor guy, I thought to myself. I guess my outfit didn't help. A khaki micro-mini skirt and a very cute and sexy black top.

The doorbell rang.

Jim said, "Oh that must be Peter."

Jim opened the door, and there stood Peter, Jim's brother. They almost could've been twins they looked so much alike.

"Peter," Jim introduced him. "You know Nora of course. These are our neighbors, Paul, Kate and their daughter Natalie.

I rudely budged ahead of my parents. I extended my hand, "Why hello Peter, it's so nice to meet you." I gave him a knowing smile.

There was a little twinkle in his eye, "It's very nice to meet you too."

We stood there for a moment. I giggled. It was going to be one hell of a weekend. 



Good Doctor, Good Neighbor



My name is Mike. I'm 50, married with two small kids and a beautiful 26-year-old wife, Ashley. She is a stay at home mom. We live in a gated community outside of Las Vegas. Our home is a sprawling 3500 sq. foot colonial. My career affords us every luxury. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention my knockout wife was employed in this town at one time as an exotic entertainer. That was before I swept her off her feet so to speak. To describe it more accurately . . . that was before I lifted her feet up in the air and we came face to pussy in my office. I am Dr. Mike Harris, gynecologist.

I'm a good doctor. I've tried to handle my practice in a very professional manner. My workplace motto is not, 'look but don't touch,' like at Ashley's former strip club. It is more like, 'look, touch but don't lick,' around here. Ashley was the only patient that I ever came on to. I have to admit I love women and I love looking at them daily. Ashley is very liberal, being a stripper and all, so she doesn't mind that I spend most of my time feeling up assorted women and 'molesting' their mounds. She says that she even gets excited when I describe my daily dabblings!

Back in June I saw a new patient, Rachel Collins. She was pretty, yet unremarkable . . . except for one thing. When I looked at her information chart, I was surprised to see that she had just moved in a few houses down from me. I felt awkward about telling her. So after the sit-down in my office I figured I'd just better continue with the exam. I could still be professional about it! Anyway, in this day and age with the crazy work hours everybody keeps (in order to afford the grand homes we live in) you never really get to know your neighbors. I thought this would be the case.

Rachel was a petite thing, and of course she was fairly nervous about the exam. I fully understood and expected this. She was slightly younger than my wife. Her skin was milky white and her hair was a mass of tangerine curls. Her breasts were perky B-cups. Mrs. Collins' soft nipples hardened under my examination. I think she was embarrassed by this. I told her I knew the room was a bit too cold that day. I thought that excuse might let her feel a little more at ease. 

Then it was time for the inevitable; the pelvic exam. I made some silly chit chat about my kids, my cats and the weather. But let's face it, while a woman is lying, practically restrained with her legs spread and her bare vulva fully exposed in some stranger's face, nothing can really get her ready and relaxed for that violation. 

Rachel's mons was full of little red ringlets. In this day and age it is an oddity to see an unshaved delta. Even the 18 year olds I get to inspect come in with designer wax jobs. And here in Vegas it is common to see grandmas with bare twats. Back when I was married to my first wife, you were a pervert if you wanted your woman to 'go bare down there' . . . as if you had a fetish. I'm really happy for that societal change. There is nothing like a pretty, fleshy pussy staring back at you (several times) during the day. And if Mrs. Collins shaved or waxed her bush it would make a striking hot pink contrast to her porcelain skin!

I continued the routine of my exam: checking the folds of her labia, delicately inspecting her clitoris which had started to swell and entering her internally with my fingers. Her genitals all checked out okay. I'm sure the Pap test would be fine also. You see, during the course of her consultation, Rachel confessed that she hadn't had much sexual experience. In fact, Brent Collins her husband, was her first lover and she was a newlywed. 

She also confided she was having difficulty in the pleasure department. I assured her it was normal for a woman not to come during intercourse and it might take some practice with petting, oral sex and possibly some self stimulation to help her along. Rachel was mortified at that thought. I found it hard to believe that she had never touched herself and from the sound of it, her husband was assuming that fucking her was the only thing he had to do to satisfy her.

I gave her a reading list and suggested that she and her husband open their minds and eyes to the sights and activities this town had to offer . . . if you know what I mean. I think she left my office a little enlightened. I hope so at least. I feel that is part of my job.

Well as I thought, months went by and I never ran into my new neighbors. With work, various social activities, and fun with the wife, there is hardly any room in the day for block parties. That was until October . . . when there was one! In all honestly, I had forgotten about my neighbor/patient and I'm embarrassed to admit I had a hard time remembering what she looked like. (Although I probably could pick her pussy out of a police line up.) 

It seems the neighborhood association organizes quarterly newcomer gatherings and Ashley was begging to go to the next one. I guess being stuck at home with the twins (No! Not her 38DD implants, our 3-year-old boys!) left her craving for some adult interaction. I agreed, not even cognizant that my new acquaintance might attend. 

I imagine it was the furthest thing from Rachel Collin's mind that evening. How could she even conceive that the only other man to get up close and personal with her privates was living four doors down and across the street? And the intimate details she shared with me, as her physician that day, probably made the moment she spotted me even more unnerving. 

There must have been 15 couples attending this get-together at the clubhouse. I knew a few of them on a first name basis. It was mostly a group of older men with trophy wives that seemed to gravitate to this area of the country. I think we were all living out our mid life crises in this land of silicone and cigars. The 'new' guy caught my eye. He was about 10 years younger that the rest of us gents. I noticed his tiny wife sheepishly duck behind him several times during the evening. I grabbed Ashley by the arm and told her it was time she made a new friend. 

"Hey, we are Mike and Ashley Harris, are you newcomers?" I asked.

"Brent Collins," he said as he extended his hand," and yes my wife Rachel and I moved here a few months ago."

I didn't recognize the name and at first I couldn't distinguish her face as she stood in his shadow. But then she stepped away into the light and there were those creamsicle curls and blanched complexion. I was ever the gentleman at the moment of introduction and didn't let on but I could tell she knew who I was.

There was the usual getting to know you conversation amongst the four of us. I only described my profession as doctor. Brett was a lawyer and Rachel was a nursery school teacher. They had just moved from Utah and Vegas was a bit of a culture shock. The girls hit it off immediately. I knew Rachel and I could get over the hurdle of our unspoken first meeting. 

By the next day, I realized that our initial contact wasn't undisclosed at all. Evidently, when Rachel and Brent got home that evening she spilled the beans to her husband. They arrived at my door around noon. Brent explained that they hoped to continue their new-found friendship. Of course, I replied that I was above letting a trite matter interfere with our becoming friends. I explained that it is difficult to recall all of my patients but I would always honor her privacy and I could certainly move on in our relationship. I let her know that I could refer her to another gynecologist if she wanted.

That conversation loosened any tension between Rachel and me during our subsequent social visits. We shared dinner with the Collins' both at our place and theirs. The wives spent plenty of time together. Brent & Rachel babysat for the boys a time or two. We guys had become quite chummy-meeting at the gym weekly. I was making an effort to set aside time for our new friends.

However, the more I thought about it the more I felt sorry for poor ole' Brent. I never really got to know any husband of the women I had examined. I wracked my brain trying to come up with something that would possibly make it up to him and then I hatched a plan. I asked Brent to go out for a beer with me after work. He agreed and decided to meet at my office one Tuesday. I was running a bit behind as usual. My receptionist had him wait in my office.

I wonder if he was speculating what was going on in the room just beyond. I finished performing a pelvic on one of the many Nevada 'working girls.' And my next patient was a stripper friend of Ashley's, 'Dominatrix Double D.' I just called her Trixie.

I stepped into my office between the two appointments and offered Brent a swig from my private stock. I kept a stainless flask of Scotch on hand for the rough days. I told him he should get loosened up a bit before his payback began. He was still in the dark about my plan. I tossed Brent a crisp white lab coat and told him he was going to assist me in this next exam. The shock of what I offered him literally threw him back a few feet.

"I . . . I can't do that . . . I'm not a doctor . . . that's not right. No! I just can't!" he protested. 

I told him to calm down and take another shot of "courage." He briskly chugged another jigger. I explained that this was going to be my treat to him for the awkward situation he and his wife were in with me. I figured I owed him one. I reassured Brent he could just sit back and observe, pretending to be a state licensing inspector. Then I grabbed him by the arm and led him to our lady in waiting.

Trixie was sitting upright barely covered in that darn paper robe. She was snapping her gum. She wasn't nervous. It was just her style. 

"Hiya Doc," she said.

"Hello Trixie," I replied.

"This is Dr. Collins. He is with the Board of Health and Licensing. He is mandated to sit in and assist on examinations so we can get re-certified."

'Yadda yadda yadda blah blah blah!' I thought to myself. She really couldn't give a shit who was in there while she was being examined. This was no more embarrassing to her than her last lap dance. 

Brent shrugged his shoulders and said, "Hi Ma'am, nice to meet you." 

I invited Brent to take a (front row) seat at the end of the exam table. I performed the preliminary exams: pulse, blood pressure, respirations etc. I think the Scotch buzz was kicking in. I pressed Trixie down to begin the breast exam. She complied. I opened up the thin sheath that was covering her tits. Those luscious 36's erupted from behind the layer. Brent took an almost audible gulp. 

"Dr. Collins," I asserted, "Would you mind demonstrating that new technique for the examination of patients with 450 cc implants?" 

I looked over to him and winked.

To my surprise he rose up to the invitation. Literally, I could see his cock pop in his trousers as he stood and jolted to the table. He rubbed his hands together to warm them. (Nice move I thought) And then he proceeded to double team each tit. Brent's jaw tensed and he cautiously moved his fingers around her rigid nipples and then along the bottom of her voluptuous bosom. I could see a small bead of sweat at his temple. 

"Yes, Yes a very skillful variation. I'm sure that will assist in detecting any abnormalities," I declared.

Her boobs were indeed 'normal' albeit overstuffed. I was on to the pelvic portion of this show and tell. We gloved up. Brent brazenly assisted in positioning her. He cupped her ass and pulled her down to the edge of the table. Trixie lifted her legs, unprompted, into the stirrups. As she willfully spread them open that vision of loveliness came into full view. Her perfectly waxed cunt was directly in front of my apprentice's face and in the center of the spotlight; her hotbox all pink, primed and ready for fondling. Trixie had the hood of her clit pierced just like my Ashley, for increased pleasure. I instructed Brent to push it back so I could examine her nub. He was a good student. Trixie shifted a little as he lifted back her flesh and then as I gingerly pressed her pearl. I could feel it engorge with delight. 

I prompted Brent to manipulate her labia and spread her natural lubrication all about. I was usually restrained during exams, but as I watched my accomplice pet her pussy I was becoming aroused. 

We had to wrap up the exam, because I feared we three were enjoying ourselves too much. I completed the internal vaginal exam and Pap test. For a finale, I put some lube on his right middle finger and asked him to do the rectal exam. Brent inserted his digit into her asshole and swirled it around a bit. I had to pry him away from his quarry as he continued to finger her cunt with his other hand. I'd say he was feeling pretty at ease about the whole situation. He performed like a pro.

"Thank you for the exam docs," Trixie yammered. 

She nonchalantly stood up naked and shook both of our hands. "You two really gave me a good twice over!" she said rather jubilantly.

"By the way," she teased as she dressed herself, "Great Boner Dr. Brent." 

She skimmed her hand over the bulge in his trousers.

With that we excused ourselves from her company and returned to my office.

Brent was flushed. "You can never tell Rachel about this she would just about die!" He continued, "I . . . I never even touch her private parts . . . "

"Well you should Dr.Collins" I retorted. 

"I'm sure she would like it . . . um not that I know personally, but as a physician I know how the female body works and you'd get that same reaction from her." 

Obviously Brent enjoyed our little role-playing game. I assured him that this would be our secret. I then urged him to go into the rest room to beat off like I was about to do! I experienced a unique thrill having this amateur by my side. I pulled every last drop of cum out of my cock. Maybe I wasn't the good doctor I thought I was.

A couple of weeks later during a game of pool at my house Brent shocked me and asked if perhaps 'Licensing Inspector Collins' could lend a hand again. I told him I had to think about it since it was such a sensitive matter. 

I mulled it over for a day or so and guiltily decided to give him another cheap thrill. However, this time I was going to raise the stakes even higher. Again I asked him to come over at the end of my work day. I told him that this escapade would definitely square us up. He arrived on time, took a couple of quick shots of my Scotch and got his lab jacket on. We entered the cool exam room where our next victim was prone and poised for inspection. 

Brent got quite an eyeful when he walked in. I was yearning to see that look in his face when he saw my Ashley lying there stark naked and splayed for his view. This time it was really a case of tit (and a great pair at that) for tat. What better way of settling the score for my manipulations of his wife than for him to have a go at mine. My dear wife empathized with the Collins' predicament. She was always up for some stimulating activity anyhow. Brent thought Ashley was just there for the shock factor but I assured him she was there for her own pleasure. 

"C'mon Dr. Collin's have a go at her," I encouraged. 

I took his mitts and mounted them over my wife's abundant bosom. She had two pierced nipples and huge areolas. Her tits stood up at attention like no others I've seen. (After we met and fell in love I got her the best new pair money could buy!) 

"Damn, these are the biggest boobs I've ever had my hands on," Brent chuckled. "Maybe I should get Rachel a set?"

"Why don't you move on to the main attraction," I urged.

He didn't protest. Brent jolted to the edge of the table where Ashley's bare pussy was aching for attention. 

"Are you two sure this is alright?" he queried. 

I think he was trying to be polite. 

"Go for it," Ashley persuaded. 

Dr. Collins' initial exam correctly diagnosed some foreign objects attached to the patient's genitalia; those darn piercings again! She had one on her clit flap and one on each of her outer cunt lips. Ashley loved the thrill of getting the two labia piercings at this biker hang-out in full view of me and a handful of scruffy regulars. She is always the entertainer; just about orgasmed on command for those guys!

I could see her juice up as Brent separated the hood away from her pleasure bump. He was quite a quick study! My "physician" friend teased her clit slightly with his fingertip and Ashley's legs spasmed with glee. Now she was sufficiently wet and my dick was more than sufficiently engorged! 

I was watching my new found pal stimulate my wife and I was becoming aroused. Her love juice streamed out of that luscious twat. I got too hard for words as I watched his ungloved hand roam her wet haven! 

"Here let me show you something," I interjected. I moved him aside and pushed my fingers into her muff. 

"This is where you will find the G- spot." 

Then I guided his finger in her snatch along with mine. We were practically fisting my wife together. I went on to tell him the pleasure that can be found there. We had our fingers in the right place. In unison we stirred Ashley into a frenzy and she let go a gusher of an orgasm that splashed into our gaping mouths.

That took Brent by surprise! But he licked his lips and then I prompted him to lick hers. 

I think it was the first pussy he ever had the pleasure to eat-out. Both of his hands firmly gripped her tight ass while he gave my wife a tongue-lashing. I pulled out my prick and started to furiously relieve its engorgement. Brent forcefully rolled his nose over Ashley's nub and she again climaxed wildly. He stuck his tongue in her love hole as she contracted around it. 

Brent's rod was ripe and ready to burst. Ashley hopped off the table and knelt down and sucked him in. He began thrusting. Her mouth and his pecker collided rhythmically. It didn't take long for my sweet miss to work the cum right out of his tool. She devoured every last ounce of seed he spurted her way. At the same time I pulled off my own gigantic orgasm; shooting bitter cream streams into the air of the exam room.

Dr. Collins was petered out. I think I gave him his fill of fantasy fun. Hopefully we showed him how to give Rachel the action she yearns for. As for Ashley, her contribution went above and beyond what was expected. I know she can't resist a good game and always gives 110%. And me; I'll work at being a good doctor again until my next new neighbor comes in for an exam. Then maybe I will have to examine my conscience.



Good Doggie



After all these years, the time was finally right. She's a beautiful woman about 5 feet two inches with long curly blond hair and very smooth breasts. She plays a lot of squash and it shows. I held her close and our skin clammed together. I followed the soft salt taste up her neck and nibbled on her ear. She sighed and slightly giggled while her palm glanced over my cock. I was stirring again. She asked what I'd like to do to her and I told her she'd look good in a dog collar being led around on all fours. She gasped and I shoved my tongue in her mouth while my fingers reached her clit. She was getting damp and I slid my fingers inside: "Maybe I'll have you play fetch with a little bone." Her head swayed and she inhaled. I pulled my fingers out and fumbled for a rubber. I had a trouble getting it on and I turned her over, smacking her ass abruptly before I mounted. She felt so good! So wet and smooth, I negotiated my thrusts to long and slow but I couldn't help it and I started pounding her while I braided her hair in my fist, tugging lightly. We came in waves and I grunted and sighed, holding her tight. We nuzzled and kissed and with my free hand I removed the latex scoop and set in on the end table. The silence engulfed us. 

"Do you really want to lead me around a leash?" She asked tentatively, sheepishly.

"Yeah I do, I'd like to that. Would you like that?" It was silent for a long second.

"You wouldn't tell anyone right?"

"Of course not, it's always between us, y'know that." She swallowed and agreed. I relaxed and kissed her, running my fingers through her disheveled mane. "I never told anyone about the time you licked my feet."

"I know, I know." She was in the crook of my arm now, burying her head in my flesh. 

I decided to let the subject rest for awhile. There was no use in continuing talking about it if it was going to make her think too hard and say no. My mind raced with the possibilities. I could tie her up and blindfold her, then slip the collar on. I could tie her up and spank her until she begged for the collar. 

"You're thinking about me in a collar aren't you?" She noticed my cock. 

I swallowed and smiled: "Maybe!" Now it was her turn to laugh. 

She propped herself on an elbow and her hair draped her shoulder. She looked really beautiful and her eyes glistened. We were old friends and I never was gladder than at that moment. She said she'd be right back and I watched ass wiggle as she left the room. 

I sat propped against the headboard idly stroking my cock and she crawled in the door. On all fours she approached the edge of the bed and reclined on her knees, her arms in front of her breasts like a begging dog. "Arf! Arf!"

"Are you my little doggie?" I asked whimsically. She barked twice and a patted her head. "Good doggie, good doggie, let me see if I can find something for you to fetch." I grabbed her panties and threw them across the room. She darted and stumbled shoving her head into the fabric before she spun around and trotted back to the bed. I patted her head and said that she was a good doggie. She barked and I tossed them again. I took them from her teeth and I bent down and kissed her. Deep, my tongue went into her mouth and I pulled her up onto the bed. Silently we lay next to each other digging our tongues deeper and deeper inside our mouths. 

Somehow I got the rubber on and I pushed her on her back. When I slipped in she gasped, her pussy was saturated. I pushed deep and she arched back. In a single motion I grabbed my used rubber off the night stand and I swung it over her lips upside down. Her eyes widened as my juice spilled over her mouth lips and teeth. I kept pounding as my cum filled her mouth and just as suddenly we came. I came, she came and she shook her head in disbelieve as the empty rubber bounced off her shoulder. I asked if she was my little whore.

"I'm your little whore."