49 comments/ 253027 views/ 146 favorites The Big Bag By: youbadboy Enjoy. Everyone is over 18 in this story. *************** THE BEGINNING My daughter, Cala, sat beside me on the bus. She started riding with me after her mother and I got divorced, concurrent with her being accepted at a new high school for her Senior Year. The combination of events was 1) her getting accepted to a magnet dance school, and 2) our divorce draining us of the financial resources to support her. The compromise was that she did not have a car, but she could go to the school. Like everything, it had been handled emotionally and poorly with much shouting and tears I felt guilty but she got over it. I was a disaster after the divorce, emotionally in pain, angry, and hurt. Depressed. Cala did not fully comprehend my feelings, as she had just turned 18, a teenager in the prime of her life excited about dance. Actually, the divorce meant I got to be with her much more than I ever had in the past, and given my emotional state I came to rely on her emotionally, as I put forward a veneer of adult calm. I hid my pain well. I also could not help but notice how she had grown into a woman, particularly the way she dressed for her dance school; and, her ability was truly amazing. I loved watching her as we waited for the bus, surreptitiously practicing steps, moving her foot forward and to the side, shaking her shoulders a little, turn her hips. You could see her mentally run through routines, and the way she could move, the pliancy of her body. The intensity and level of her dancing had given her an amazing body, which I would be lying if I said I did not notice. I certainly did. But it was one day, in particular, I remember: The day she wore a pair of large sunglasses. It proved to be the seminal event which utterly changed her and us. The other thing I remembered was her boots. She had on a pair of black boots tightly hugging her calves with buckles cinching into the leather, which is so popular now. Rising to just below her knees. She had on a pair of black tights, like colored opaque nylons. Over those she had on a pair of short shorts, dark brown with a tweed pattern, and with cuffs. Loose around her legs high up on her thighs, they accentuated her hips and bottom perfectly. Her top was a shimmery loose white pullover with a collar that hung down loose around her shoulders and front. And with those large dark sunglasses, and her enormous bag. She was mesmerizing, the most beautiful and alluring that any woman had ever looked to me. And the giant bag which had everything. Her phone (which she had at all times), her makeup, shoes, everything I ever saw her with was always in that bag. Cala had long brunette hair, like her mother, thick, shiny and perfectly cut and combed. She could toss it around, a beautiful mane of hair cascading down her back. She had a small mouth, a protruding lower lip, bright shining brown eyes, and the whitest teeth I had ever seen. She would smile at messages as she glanced at her phone and write furiously as she sat next to me on the bus. While she tended to ignore me, she still did sit next to me. Her earrings were gold, dangly, delicate and beautiful. She liked red, and leather and black, but always with a hint of the feminine. Patterns and fabrics, flowers and soft curves. Light fabrics. Her lips shined with a pink/red lipstick to which she applied gloss which she drew out of her giant bag. I noticed so many things about my daughter that day, all burned into my memory. Her mouth formed a frown if you looked closely, but somehow always gave the impression of an impish grin. A Mona Lisa smile. She did not ride with me always. Some days she got rides with friends, and her mother would give her rides when she was staying with her. So it was one week on and one week off. But those days she wore the glasses, she felt like an exotic stranger to me. Whether she noticed, I do not know. But I could not help but watch her sitting next to me, all exotic, and beautiful and mysterious. She became someone else altogether to me. She fed my every fantasy after that. ***************** THE BUS There is a routine on a bus. Any bus will fill out at basically the same rate every day along its route. Everybody catching the bus at more or less the same time, at their same respective stops, with only a subtle variation near holidays or weekends. Overall, every day works and looks nearly the same. Since you get on at the same time on your same corner, and the bus has filled to essentially the same level when you get on, your experience of the bus is also the same everyday. The habit extends to where you sit. There is a tendency to seat yourself in the same place. Another rule of the bus is that the seats do not start to double up until every vacant seat has been taken. Hence, for some there is always a window seat because the stop is early. For others you must always choose to sit next to someone. It is this second group who do move around a bit, as they are less likely to take the same seat. To do so would tend to place them next to the same person, who does take the same seat when it is empty. To do so among the second set of seat takers is to sit next to same person, putting one in a too familiar position relative to the stranger they must sit next to. This is the etiquette of the bus. But we violated these rules, getting on the bus early and sitting next to one another. We, therefore, being early boarders sat above the wheel well and behind the interior heater. A warm place in winter, a cool place in summer, and on the side of the bus which gave me the morning sun on my skin. I was a cat in my former life and I loved the feel of sunshine. We rarely spoke, we never made eye contact - or I can't say for sure when Cala had on those sunglasses. Her outfits were different every single day, save for tights (her dancers uniform), never repeating and, yes, I noticed it all. She also had white ear buds, always, listening to music and tapping at her phone. Her impish grin, and those impossibly white teeth, if something she read struck her fancy. ************* WHY After the divorce I moved to an apartment which is 1/2 mile from my former home. I have been working the same job and living in the same neighborhood, and prior to one year ago, the same house for the past 25 years. My life had had all the hallmarks of stability, until I was thrown out. The surface stability has mostly held, but internally I have been a wreck, and no one to really talk to. No adults, and I am still too embarrassed, too emotionally vulnerable, to open up to any of my professional male friends. And I have much higher expenses on the same income, and somehow have to hold it all together. It felt as if it were all lost, all a waste, fruitless. The years of comfort - as I had been such a creature of habit - doing the same things, going to the same job and raising two wonderful children resulted in two adults who lived together all of that time somehow losing track of one another. I had been fine with it, Lisa was not. She came home one day and wanted more out of life, the end result was that I was to no longer live in the house with my children. It also contributes to this story, in that this was the event which led Cala and I to commute by bus. I moved close by, into a nice little apartment with three bedrooms; and have the kids - Cala and Mark - one week, she the other. In hindsight I could have suspected, as my wife of 25 years suddenly began to lose weight and take an inordinate interest in her appearance. I have since learned it is called the divorce diet. Our relationship since has evolved in, how shall I call it, interesting directions. First of all, her dreams of the newly single life was not as exciting as she imagined. Not much demand out there for the freshly divorced forty something mother of two, as she had hoped. She also felt guilty about what she had done to me, as I took it particularly hard. I could not hide THAT from her. What has grown out of it all was an ongoing *secret* relationship, where we do go out, spend time together, and have sex. As Lisa puts it, fulfill our 'needs.' So a certain strange stability has held in that department. Although, I believe it has made things more disruptive for me emotionally, and also kept my libido elevated as I never knew when these little sessions might spring. They were spontaneous and based upon her needs. On the surface, we get along amicably, and at least do not fight in front of the kids. Cala is 18 now, so I guess she's an adult, but I hadn't been able to share anything negative with her about her mother. So again, this dichotomy between my surface life and inner life. How shall I say it, it's been thrilling and awful. The end result of all of this, and why I include it here, is that the whole event of the past year has yet left me depressed, but led me to an escape hatch has been a rising sexual appetite, where my imagination and my libido feed into a world of fantasy, erotica and pornography most days. Fed, in part, by my ex-wife. I have needed to escape, and it led me into porn, which also gave my stress and depression what it needed. Call it addictive, or whatever you want. I was not dealing with my emotions in any meaningful way. I treated myself with distraction, fantasy, porn, alcohol, and it all left me in a particularly heightened state of desire, with dreams of adventure, lust, and beautiful women. I began reading stories, erotic stories, or looking at pictures (porn), dreaming of tete a tetes I would never in reality engage myself in. I am not particularly outgoing and meeting a woman for a new relationship is a complete mystery, and I simply say to myself - I am not ready. I do know I am drawn to particular types of women, essentially Lisa and variations thereof. I call them female women, girlie girls, I love dark hair (and dark pussies), mysterious eyes, and bodies that move and exude confidence, lithe and flexible. Something the young girls these days seem to exude in spades. Somehow, my daughter triggered an innate desire in me whenever she put on those dark sunglasses, becoming someone else entirely. She became the fantasy of my fantasies. But I could do nothing about that, except within my own imagination. She was my daughter for gods sake. But she became, for me, a living avatar, a living manga cartoon. She fed my visions and my libido, I could feel my loins rise, on those days we rode together and on those days she dressed in her tight outfits, her leather boots and those glasses. And when she sat beside me, her little lithe frame alighting next to me, this little bird, her thigh just brushing mine. I could feel my heart leap and let my imagination run wild. It was on one of those warm spring mornings which come too early, bursting onto the scene catching you unawares. I have a particular stirring in spring, get an especially wild feel and it triggers memories of my youth. I had been such a wild child in my youth, as had Lisa my ex, all of that satiated in my middle years. But it was the kind of sun and warmth and scent which makes one think of sex. I'd had a frustrating week at work, but the day pushed any thought of strategy, phone calls, computers out of my mind. Deadlines were vanishing and my heart felt wonderful. The sunshine on my skin, warm wind and the smell of summer and wet grass. Naturally, my thoughts wandered to Cala, sitting beside me in those dark glasses, feeding an ongoing fantasy of her as stranger. I ran a comb through my hair, felt warm and aroused. ******************* THE FIRST TIME The sun was bright, warm, and the heater in the bus was turned off allowing the spring smells in. !! Today she was wearing a perfume I did not recognize, exotic and sweet. The perfume was citrus with honey and definitely rose, but with a bite. Her neck was exposed because of the low dip in the dress she wore, a light yellow dress cinched at the waist. But still those thin tights beneath the dress, white today, and the presence of the tights allowed the dress to be quite short. No necklace, but a pair of loose earrings with a green gem. Her collarbone, completely exposed, her beautiful bare throat was her jewelry today. Her right hand had a large ring in the shape of a flower. She was feeling spring too, I thought. I glanced at her, she did not move at all, her impish face looking down, staring at her phone and selecting some music. Neither looking left nor right. So economical in her movements. Pouting. Her eyes covered in those large dark glasses. She was small, stood to my chin when we faced one another. Her breasts were exquisite, a guilt rising in me as I daydreamed of her breasts, the perfect size and shape in that tight fitting dress, tear drops clinging to her front. I could make out the pattern of lace in the fabric of her top, a lace bra. Did her panties match? Oh, this was too much. I felt this wonderful stirring as the bus accelerated onto the highway and we settled in for the journey. I was feeling unusually aroused today, I felt hot, lurid as this object of my fantasy was sitting next to me. My daughter. Recklessly, I let my leg slide toward her and brush along the length of her thigh, touching her knee with mine. I held my leg like that, and looked out the window as I did so. When! I felt an unmistakable pressure back. Cala's leg pressing to mine, unmistakable. And it was not a bump, I could read that. She was not trying to bump me away, signalling me to move, back off. It was, rather, a light and persistent pressure back, our legs pressed together. Our bodies touching, by choice. Her warmth penetrating my trousers, her smell capturing my imagination. We sat like that for perhaps five minutes or so. She moved only to tap tap tap on her phone. Her head tipped down, but her leg still pressing itself to mine, her big bag laid across her lap. I could have been imagining all this, it all could have been a dream, but she seemed somehow restless too. The vibration of the bus was shaking us and our legs at times clung together, and I wondered if it had anything to do with the vibrations from the bus causing our thighs to brush up and down and back and forth. The bus slowing now, stuck in slow traffic gridlock, and as I glanced at her she gave no notice. A deep breath filling her lungs, I looked to the window again and reached down my hand; lay it at the top of her thigh. Just to have some human contact I told myself. My heart fell from my chest, rolled to the center aisle. My breath left me and my throat went dry to the point I feared falling into an uncontrolled coughing fit. I did not know where to look. This was absurd. It was an innocent touch, holding her leg, but inside the turmoil of what I felt. Her leg pressing to mine, and my hand wrapped lightly around her thigh right along the hem of her cute little yellow dress. The throb from the bus engine accelerating and decelerating, her leg so warm and soft, and me watching that window, looking at nothing, fearing to look at her. Ready to apologize, or do whatever I needed to do to get out of this outrageous behavior I had just engaged in. But my little girl did nothing at all. The bus was slowing now, exiting and entering the city. The idling engine vibrating my hand, her pressure on my leg continued unabated. It all giving me a horny buzz. In all of it, she did not move, she did nothing. In my mind she had become my avatar, a stranger, a beautiful siren. She was frozen, looking off to the right (I lied, I peeked), a slight turn of her head. Her chin lifted somewhat higher as she listened to the music, as if balancing a pencil on her chin. Did she realize how turned on I was? That she was arousing her father? I had carried it all this far. Why not? And I squeezed, moving my fingers lightly and then squeezing her softly again. There was no mistaking my contact now, my touch at her thigh. My idle hand had sent a smoke signal out to the 'mystery' girl in glasses, my Morse Code. Cala. Cala. You are so beautiful. My hand trembled, and my fingers felt numb. I relaxed my leg and pulled it away from her, leaving my hand where it was. She could stop me now. The heat between our thighs cooled, but the heat in my hand rose. I could see her breathing, and she still did nothing, no movement, her leg relaxing as mine had since we were pressed together. It was as if a spring had been unwound. I began curling my fingers further between her legs, stroking her thigh, stroking lightly over her tights, small movements. My hand easily wrapped around her leg. This taboo-breaking contact established, what now? What is the code of conduct for groping your daughter? At this point I was doing it because I had done it, how do I stop such an outrageous thing? How innocent? How depraved? I began to curl my fingers, holding to her, draw my nails along her flesh, could feel the fabric of her tights press along ahead of my fingers, so thin. It was as if I were touching her bare skin. The etiquette is this, my friend: Slow. Gentle. Stop and go, a move and wait, move and wait, a touch which allows for my little girl to signal, whether to proceed, to end it, or to wait for the police. My rationalization was that I was placing it onto her. She, the governor of me. An absence of response, a face turned away, is a green light - so I told myself. It has been established since the game of red light green light was played in back yards forever. Curling my fingers over her smooth tights, feeling the hem of her skirt and listening to her breath, I squeezed again and she brought her chin lower, turned her head from the aisle in a distinct shift my direction. She had reacted to my presence for, perhaps, the first time. Her mouth was a straight line, slightly pursed, assessing. Her motionlessness perhaps the most erotic thing that had ever happened in my life. The imperceptible permission. I felt the hot ache of desire spread through my chest, and could feel my penis stiffen. It was too good to be true. I glanced once more in her direction, much more obvious than I had. Her dark glasses hiding those eyes, but her head inclined down before that imperceptible impish smile/frown of her small mouth turned into a teasing and imperceptible grin. A sort of mocking, I cannot believe you are doing this, but what the hell I'll play. I let my hand drift down further between her legs, which were never pressed together. The front of my hand drawing back and forth along the inner thigh of her left leg as the back of my hand bushed along the inner thigh of her right leg. Stroking both sides of her inner thighs in deliciously growing, lengthening strokes. The big bag hiding it all. She waggled her hips a little, nothing more. Total permission granted, my strokes extending from her knees to the hem of her skirt, which you must understand was high up my little girls thighs. The heat rising as my hand touched the hem, cooling as my hands ran back down to her knees. Feeling the heat of her sex had me turned on like nothing I could imagine. Even just thinking about my little girls sex. Her lips turning positively wicked as my fingers stroked and teased at the hem of her little yellow skirt. Giving me a kind of pout, pressing out her lower lip. As if to say, I dare you. But we were both surprised when the bus pulled into her schools stop. We had lost all sense of place or time or day or year, the bus pulled to its designated corner, my daughters magnet school, being several stops before mine. She took my hand off her thigh, setting it back onto my lap. A sort of stern tut tut registering on her lips. Rising, she simply said, "See you tonight, daddy." And did not turn as she tucked her phone into her bag and walked off. I had not realized what an emotional wreck I had become until she had gone. The Big Bag I could not catch my breath, my cock was frozen into a painful pole that I struggled to keep hidden, as I made my way to the office. My cheeks flushed red and I felt dizzy, afraid, embarrassed. What the hell had I done? ********************** THE WHEEL TURNS The entire day I was in fear of the evening, of Cala coming home and what I could possibly say. What would she tell Lisa? My fantasies had taken me over a cliff, I was racing with the bulls down Spanish streets, going wild. Too wild. Found myself watching for her during lunch, my heart beating with a skip which reverberated in the unusually warm weather. It was all so surreal. My hands could not stop trembling, and I looked at my hands which had so softly slid up and down the thighs of my little girl. And I had no idea what to say to her. But the issue never arose. She came home in the same outfit, the same large bag, but not wearing the sunglasses. It was as if she became someone else entirely. It had not even been her. Never really happening at all. I had already had two gin and tonics to muster the courage to ask, "Did you have a good day?" And it was all I could muster. She recounted her teachers, her excitement at a program they were planning for later in May. Some things happening with her friend Stephanie. She was excited about the new school. It was as if the morning had not happened at all. I allowed myself to paper over the indiscretion, except....except that it HAD happened and I was still an emotional wreck, whose need for sexual release had never been higher. I also allowed it to happen AGAIN the following day, and the day after. Each morning leaving the house, Cala walking by my side in her little outfits and her big bag, making small talk as we walked and waited for the bus. My heart pounding by her side. Cala in those glasses, slipping in the ear buds of her smartphone, boarding the bus and sliding in next to me. She could sit elsewhere, leave those glasses in her bag. Ride with her friends. Anything. Instead, I perceived each day as a new tacit permission. ******************* WHAT CALA FELT Cala lay in bed feeling melancholy. The entire week had put her into such a state of confused arousal. She lay in bed wearing nothing but a T shirt, letting her fingers drift down, tucking them between her legs and opening up her nicely trimmed little kitty. This had been her morning routine every morning each day this week. Hmmmmm. It all felt so good. So unexpected, so wrong, so stupid. Her life had been turned upside down along with everyone else. She was attending a new school she loved (though as a first year senior), but it had all happened in the midst of her parents divorce. It's really the worst thing emotionally. She had made friends, but given all the drama in her life was unable, or uninterested in relationships with any of the boys. It had left her extremely frustrated, lonely, self pitying; and, in light of the last week - vulnerable. She petted her dark kitty, spreading her legs wide, lifting a knee and stroking more firmly. Stroking her pink wet center. So...she felt melancholy. That was it. But why? Maybe because the 'boy' giving her pleasure right now, that was feeding into her desires for more, was impossible. Worse, it could not be acted on. It could get out of control. Seriously out of control. Maybe it exposed how needy she was, how hard to process her feelings. How bad she felt for her dad, the pain she knew he felt. Was that why she let it happen? Only partly. How horrible this past year had been, and through it all how he'd been there for her. She was, even now, touching herself while imagining his hand there. What to do with these obsessions? -- Feeling the desire rising, thinking, 'I let him.' Every day this week, I let him touch me. Hmmmm. I could not have stopped if I tried. Why? Who does this? I liked it, my body, to be desired, to feel sexy. I've been so lonely. Too much going on inside. It's just wild. But frustrating. Where could this go anyway? Nowhere. Ugh, imagining his hands feels so fucking good. When did he start having these sexy thoughts about me? Would I let him? --- Cala was now squeezing her nipples with one hand, and drawing a lazy circle over her clit with the other. These morning (and evening) sessions did not help, she'd been cumming over and over, but it did feel good. Gave her release. Something she needed, they both needed this, it seemed. Her body was always aroused. Hungry for touch. She wished she could meet someone 'like him' somewhere, that she did not know him. An older man, a stranger. Obviously, to be not related. A stranger, he felt like a stranger on the bus, that was part of it. The problem, why she let it happen. But this did have to stop, and it made her sad. She knew he was messed up, had not adjusted to everything that was happening. She was angry at her mother for creating all these unmet needs. Sad. We are sad, and needy. A broken family. Were they trying to put some of the pieces back together? But none of this helps today, now, this morning. Should I let him do it again? Knowing she would. It made her ache just thinking about it, and she could feel her arousal rise, as she undulated on the bed rubbing herself harder. He was so close right now, right in the other room. She could go in there. But she couldn't. Only on the bus, he was so normal otherwise. How can he be so compartmental? She began to wonder if she could tease him, arouse him at other times. Could she? In the evening, just like her thoughts of walking into the bedroom. But it terrified her. Go in there, only her nightshirt, nothing else. Crawl under the covers with him. His smell and the warmth of his body. Cala's fantasies began to flutter through her, pictures of what might happen. His hands on her breasts, a lingering kiss. Looking at her, walking in and lifting her top, letting him see. Lying in bed with him, one image after another, as she touched herself. --- I don't want to have sex with him. Do I? It isn't about sex. We need each other, we need something beyond ordinary. To be Close. To feel the other. Love. Love is sometimes physical, at least a little. We've gone through the same things, the same losses, the same fear. Our touches are like dressings on these wounds we both have. A little more than a hug, a hug would be alright? Does this make us lovers? And these images passing, his hands tingling between my legs. Oh god, so good. Was this possible? ----- The images began again, Cala could give encouragement. Hints around the house, innuendo. Flirty smiles, be a naughty girl. What he was doing to her in reverse. Her fingers flew over her pussy, sliding quickly in a sideways motion. Ugh. Ugh. Uh. Catching her clit. Her hips trembling, her body on fire. Sighs filling her lungs, as tears filled her eyes. She was opening her legs wider. Picturing her small hands, holding her skirt above her waist, looking at the ceiling, letting him see between her legs. "You can touch me daddy, do anything you want," she cooed to no one. His hand between her legs. "Oh, yes, touch me. Touch me." Her body shivering, trembling, His cock in her mouth. Oh god! Sucking him. His hands pulling her hair. "Fuck, me." Oh god, as a delicious orgasm waved through her body. Her body writhing and trembling on her bed. She lay with the sheet down below her hips, her nightshirt up above her breasts, laying there and running her hands over her body. Powdery smooth. Imagining what she really wanted. What she really wanted? To lay in bed with him. To just hold him for a whole night, nothing else. It does not have to be sexual. To feel his arms, to feel safe, sexy. Unable to see, just the darkness. Skin to skin, to be naked with him. Just the night, one night. To reach and feel him, aroused, hard. His cock. Oh my. She squeezed her tits. ---- Arousal rising all over again. To touch our bodies together. It is innocent. It's nothing, I am a woman, growing hair between my legs, sensitive breasts. My smell. I get wet, nothing to fear, I could let him inside me. MMmmmm. Open my legs, let him see me. Ahhhhh. The tip of his cock in my womb. My tits pressed to his chest. Oh, Christ. That ache. Why do I feel like this? ----------------------- She sighed and sat up. Nothing resolved, kicking the sheet away and pulling the little nightshirt over her head, stepping naked into her bathroom, and then showered and dressed, She always wore tights for dance, it was the first class in the morning. She loved the feel, skin tight, the way she could move. It's what she loved about dance, her body felt so free when it could move so lightly. That was it. The lightness of her body, and she loved the feel of the cool morning air on her skin. It often felt like wearing nothing at all. This morning she opened her panty drawer, staring at the colors, and didn't take out a pair. She left them. Instead, she pulled on a pair of white tights, without any panties; looked at herself in the mirror with her skirt tugged up over her hips. Turning, she could see the crack of her ass through the tights. Mmmmm. Getting wet all over again. From the front her cute little dark bush utterly visible. And no bra either! Her breasts held in the fabric of her dress, no bra. Naughty. Sexy. Feeling extra sexy, extra hungry. So what? He's going to try again today. Her daddy was waiting now, they were leaving. Her little tights, no panties, the cotton dress, no bra. Fuck she felt positively wicked. She could feel her heart fluttering as they left, eying him. Could feel herself melt inside, feel the wetness of her pussy. She put on her sunglasses, she felt brave in them. Go ahead. Touch me. ******************************* SURPRISE She walked out the front of the house in those glasses, those fucking glasses. A spring in her step, not looking at me. Her large bag, and already the ear buds in, listening to music. She settled in next to me, and sat close, very close. Twirling her hair in her finger. Her leg sliding along mine. Permission? Hell, eagerness. My hand finding her thigh, the whole indiscretion feeling almost ordinary. Reaching, rubbing between her legs, running along her thighs, feeling her relax into my touch. The feeling was electric between us. If felt as if she had been waiting. I was moving over her, soft caresses, and running my hands higher, up along her hips. One line in the sand I had maintained was to touch her in a manner which could not be considered 'sexual.' I avoided touching too near her crotch, or too low over her abdomen, or too near her breasts. Any overtly sexual touching. I came close, too close, but I maintained this rationalization of propriety by only touching her legs, side, hips, tummy. Oddly, I had been using her panties as a guide, the panty line across her middle. The line not passed as I rubbed her body. They became my line in the sand. But today, as I stroked my hand up along her hip and over her tummy, it was not there! My Cala was not wearing panties? Suddenly, so suddenly, my heart burst at the realization. This being an especially powerful erotic fetish of mine. She continued to tug her bag over her lap, covering my indiscretions, and ignoring me as I ran my hand over her, once, twice, three times across her hip and over her tummy. Double and triple checking. It was then I detected a light smile turn the corners of her mouth. She, knowing I had discovered my bad little girls secret. It was too much!! Today she had on those high boots, a little black dress, impossibly thin tights and no panties! Fuck! The encounter passed into another realm, as my hunger went where it had not before. My cock stiffened immediately, and I felt myself go warm. I reveled in running my hand over her tummy and drifting lower, lower than I ever had, in the absence of that line where her panties should be. Across her hips, over her abdomen, and then above her waist. I had never touched her above the waist either. I ran my hand up her side under her arms. My mind perhaps checking, if no panties then...No bra either! What could this possibly mean? Cala sat nearly perfectly still, and turned her back a little to me as my hand rose up her side, covering my hand with her arm. It was all the invitation I needed, as I let my fingers brush over the thin material of her top, grazing the soft flesh of her breasts. Fuck! No bra. She dropping her chin at my touch and scooting still closer. As I squeezed I detected a light sigh from her, the first audible indication of what I had been doing. Her chin low, not facing me. She was so close to me now that I could feel her body heat against me, and her warmth. I ran my hand over her tummy and held her there, feeling her breath, letting my fingers dip lightly between her hips, low into that delicious V between her hips. My hand rubbing lower still, feeling the mound of her little puss and the soft fur of her pussy hair beneath the fabric of her dress. At my touch along the ridge of her little puss, her hand landed over mine, and held me there firm. The first time she moved to stop me, not to remove my hand, but to hold me where it was, right over the top of her little pussy. The tips of my fingers able to feel the ridge of her pussy mound pressed into the V of her abdomen. I did not move at all. So many firsts! She ran her little fingers over the back of my hand, holding me, squeezing me, touching me. Her soft hand caressing the back of my hand skin to skin, pressing me to her body. And that was how we rode the rest of the way that day. ********************** BETRAYAL The week was over, and Cala and Mark were leaving for their mother's. They left on Friday nights and were gone until the following Friday. This week would be excruciating. Cala, rising from her seat on Friday turned and waved a little wave, "Bye daddy, see you next week," as I was extricating my hands from her. Now the interesting thing about my mind wandering into all these fantasies, obsessions, and taboo behaviors, is that the beneficiary of these escapades had became my ex wife. On this day, my libido had literally exploded, and I needed a fuck. The week had me in a state I had never felt in my life. I needed my cock inside a sweet little, brunette pussy. I managed to resist on Friday evening, what with their being with their mother the first evening they would all be doing something together. But on Saturday, I could no longer resist. So I called. Which, in itself, is unusual. That afternoon I had signaled my intent with an unusually intimate phone call to my ex wife. I asked "Can I come over?" My intent unmistakable, my voice a deep rumble of arousal. "What, here at the house?" "If that's alright." She did not answer, except to say with a slight purr in her voice. "But the kids are here this week." "Are they there now?" Knowing they were not, they were seldom in on Saturdays until late in the evening, and I had made sure to call early. "Well, no." A pause at her end of the line. The wheels turning. "I need you little girl." I practically groaned. The pause at the end of the line, and then her voice whispering, "It has to be right now!" -- I have keys to the house, but today I knocked. It's the polite thing to do when you have come to the house to fuck your ex wife. She answered, and my kiss removed all doubt of my intentions, my hand wandering over her ass and tits. "What has gotten into you? You are playful tonight!" My little Lisa cooed. She had no idea. She pulled me inside, "We haven't got a lot of time." By the time I had her under the covers, Lisa had turned out the light with the sun sending slanting rays into the room. We rolled in together and met at the middle, our naked bodies making tentative contact. "Mmmmm, sweet little girl," I said holding her to me feeling our bodies sliding together, "What I want is to fuck you right now." I leaned up on my elbows in the bed and began turning her away, her bottom bending toward me as I pulled the covers back. I wanted to see that ass, and a little dirty cunt. She laughed, "So bad!" she squealed as I pushed her face into the pillow. "Lets just say spring is in my blood today, that's the kind of day...oh, god!" I beheld her as she lifted her ass up before me, parting her legs and exposing that little clam shell between legs. Her sweet little cunt opening into a pink shining line as she pushed her knees into the mattress, that unmistakable brunette bush. Her hole quivering and gaping. The top of her thighs opening to her pussy. Fuck, I wanted her. Cala, fuck. Fuck yes. My fantasies arising, I was imagining Cala on the bus, coming home, coming home with me, opening her legs.... She was looking back at me, enjoying the look of lust in my eyes, her hair already wild. She cooed out, "OK, well, Fuck Me." In that moment, in that light, my fantasies came to life. My mystery woman in the dark glasses, my little girl. I had torn her tights down, her words were so hungry, this feline before me, crouching down on her elbows like a cat. As she said 'fuck' her ass found my cock, and I could feel my hardness slip right in between her thighs, her slick pussy opening and I let my cock settle between her lips, pulling back hard and finding her, a nice push - aaahhhhh - feeling her open around my cock. Squeezing inside! Opening, nice and tight around me. Oh, fuck, God, those thighs I had been dreaming of all day. My illicit fantasies coming to life. She was already so wet, slick and slippery. Her sex hungry for a fuck, so open, wet, and I imaged the feeling of my Cala's pussy as I stroked her thighs, tugging her hips against me sinking so deep, the feeling of wetness enveloping my cock, squeezing me as I touched her. "Mmmm. Babe! Wow. You're a hungry girl too." I growled. Imagining my daughter, touching her, violating her. Holding myself against her hips, my memory of running my hands over her thighs, rubbing between her legs. Picturing my Cala on the bus. What would she let me do? Would she let me do it again? Lisa was whimpering with each thrust, "It's ugh, been ahh, awhile. Mmmmmm." I gripped her hair and pulled her head back, loved her long dark hair, holding her as I rode her. "You bad little girl, you get punished for being so bad. Letting your daddy in the house like this." Lisa was taking it, pushing back against me and moaning. "I'm sorry for being so bad, what you going to do?" I was drawing my length out and squeezing it in, "Fuck you...Fuck you. Bad girls get fucked." Each moan, a deep guttural drive as I plunged inside. She was pressed into the bed and I followed her down, Oh ... god. So tight. She squeezed her legs together, my thrusts pressing into her, as I thrust harder she opened her legs wide. Letting me slide deep inside. Oh so fucking good. I nuzzled my face into her hair and began chewing her neck, breathing in her ear. I knew how she loved that, this sexy little girl. So good, it felt so good and as she began to press back against me again, I rolled off and fell onto my back. My cock still hard and hungry, shiny with her juices, she turned herself and got up onto her knees, straddling me, her favorite position. I loved looking at her full breasts, her wide hips. Her bush matted with juices. We knew our bodies and play well, our dance. I, realizing how much like Lisa my Cala would look, imagining her naked body above me, the cascade of hair around her shoulders. Lithe and languid, hungry little hips. Imagining her legs spread wide. It would be so much the same. She leaned down over me on all fours, and lay herself down slowly letting her breasts lay on my chest and holding her ass up, put her mouth to my ear. "Mmmm, I found a little cock here." As the hairs of her pussy brushed over my hard cock. "Mind if I sit down? Just for a little minute? Your little girl wants to sit on her daddy's lap." The words stirring me like she could not imagine. The Big Bag "Ahhh, No, go ahead. This seat is wide open." "Mmmm, OK." She raised herself up and let my cock pop up between her legs, and then grinding her cunt around, "Mmmm, Woops! I think I, ghhhohghhhh," she squeezed herself over my cock head, her cunt opening around me, squeezing herself down and then rising up again, "There's something slipping inside my, uh, pussy. It's so big!" I could see my cock sliding up inside her as she rose up, riding me. "Oh, Don't mind me, mmmm. Sit down." "I think it's, oh, what a big cock!" She held her lower lip between her teeth as she slid down on me again, the same as Cala. "Just let me cum in you, that's all. Our secret." "I don't usually just come in and sit on my daddy's lap like this," she cooed in a little girl voice, leaning herself down across me, rocking her hips, rising and falling on my shaft. "...And let him fuck me." She began to rise and fall, riding me, holding to my chest. Lisa was getting hotter, riding me harder. Her voice coming in gasps. Driving her clit into the hilt of my cock, her mouth held open and her hair falling around my face. "You feel so good. Am I your good little girl?" She had no idea what she was doing to me, and I rolled her over onto her back in one motion. It surprised her, her eyes went wide as she looked at me. I felt powerful, and hungry. God I had to fuck! I started to slide in and out of her, holding her hips, spreading those thighs. I was fucking her so hard, pulling her legs into the air. Driving my cock into her, sliding along her clit. Could feel her gripping me with her cunt. She had her head thrown back, and then pressing her hands against my chest pushing at me as I pumped into her, clawing my skin, lifting her legs in the air. Her eyes were closed, and she was panting, "Ah, Ah, Ah." I reached down and held her thighs, her bare thighs in my hand and stroked her legs as I fucked her. I leaned down and breathed in her ear, "You're my good little girl. Hmmmm. You like being my good little girl? Letting me fuck you any time I want?" "Yes, oh yes, fuck me. You like my pussy? My cunt?" "Oh yeah, your hungry cunt." Pulling her legs open wide. What was going on? I had to touch her pussy, I had to put my hands inside of her. I was panting, "You are mine. All mine." Reaching around her thighs and digging my hands between her legs, feeling the hairs of her cunt, running my finger over her ass, feeling my cock slipping inside. Her fat pussy lips open around my cock. "Yes...I can do anything I want to you." "Mmmm, Yes." "Take you out without panties, just this pussy in a short little dress. MY pussy. I can fuck it any time I want." "Oh yes, I'm your good little girl." "Put my hands in your clothes, squeeze your tits." And I squeezed. "Ahhhhh." I pulled her tight against me so her clit was rocking over the veins of my cock, sliding along my shaft, riding her hard, a slick sheen of sweat as our bodies slid together. Her hair was sticking to her cheeks. The bed rocked and our moans and cries filled the room. Her cries of "I'm your little cunt, Fuck my cunt" filled the house. "Make me cum, fill me," moaned out from her wet lips. She began to pant in wild short breaths. "Oh, yeah, make me. . . make me Cum. Fuck me. Oh, god, yessssss!" I was fucking, she was mine, could feel myself coming, ribbons of cum. Exploding into her. Wave after wave as Lisa's body shook beneath me, we cried out and fell into the mattress. I held myself inside, her body relaxing beneath me. I kissed her softly, and her liquid eyes gazing up at me. Our senses slowly returning. Silence. Our bodies entwined. Her eyes began focusing, she said quietly, "You ARE a bad boy tonight. God, that was crazy." I cradled her head in my hand, wiped the hair out of her eyes stroked her chin and kissed her deeply. We kept kissing, then rolled onto our sides. She whispering, "Wow! Shit. Jesus. What has gotten into you?" She sat up, moved to the edge of the bed and stood beside the bed bending to pick up her clothes. Her thighs shiny with her juices and my cum. She cupped her pussy with her hand, as a nice little cream pie was leaking down her thigh. "I'm going to be sore." I smiled, with the vague -satisfied- notion that Cala and I would ride the bus again. ********************************* BETRAYAL WITNESSED Cala was riding her bike home from a friends, taking her time and enjoying the warm sun on her skin - thinking about the touches her father had rained on her all week long. She had almost told Stephanie, her best friend, about what had happened with her dad on the bus. But thought better of it. Instead she had given obscure hints, describing it in a way that made her dad some 'unnamed boy' she had seen who had touched her. Stephanie squealed in delight, reacting in a much stronger way than Cala anticipated, and so the next half hour was spent tamping out the flames of curiosity in her friend; putting it all off as no big deal. And not knowing the boys name, etc. etc. But the discussion brought it all back into her mind again, the feeling of his hands on her, the wetness filling her middle, the tickle in her belly. The warmth, and rush of adrenaline. She felt herself getting aroused all over again, as she told Steph she had to get home. But she did not, and took the long way. When she got to the house, Cala decided to ditch the bike in the backyard rather than going in the house, opening the garage door, and bringing the bike in that way. So after laying her bike at the back, she came in through the basement. When she got upstairs, Cala immediately noticed that not only was her mom home but someone else was there. There was talking coming from the second floor, talking like she had never heard from her mother. Sing song, lilting. She crept along the hallway, put her hand on her mothers door. !! "Oh my god!" she breathed under her breath. The sound of a man in moms room. She knew immediately, mom is in there having sex! When, it hit her in the next second. Fuck! Blood rushed to her eyes. It was dad! The fucker. The adrenaline she had been feeling, the warmth in her belly turned to a ball of anger in an instant. All astonishment, she turned to go to her room. Thoughts were mixed with a flood of emotion. ------ Just the other day he had been touching me! What a fuck! And I stood in front of my dresser and stared in the mirror, my brunette hair and young skin, standing there in a blue and white striped top, cheap and comfortable, and a pair of short jean shorts. It was the weekend and I didn't have to wear anything fancy, no dancing. I pressed my hands into my breasts, realizing what having this body was going to be like. How am I feeling? What am I feeling? Had I really entertained anything more with daddy? He was definitely seeing me as a sexual being, what was that about? I did over-tease on Friday. And for a moment felt sorry for him. Maybe it was mom who called him? And he was all worked up. Did I indulge him too much? Was that so bad? It did feel nice, to be touched, caressed. But the anger lingered. I like older men, no one really knows that - not even Steph. I have no interest in any of the boys at school. And things were still normal between us, it was just when we were on that bus, all last week. Fuck, it was fun, you know. But now, Fucker This is messed up. But it's mom that is messing him up, and now he's in there fucking her! Fuck. ------------------------ She looked back at her door and could hear them again. Cala poked her head out and stared down the hall. They were loud, did they realize? Obviously didn't expect anyone home, or thought they could hear if someone came in. She was only home because the topic of conversation had drifted to her dad. Worried of what she might say, and realized she had already said too much. So sneaking quietly down the hall, cheeks flushed, she made her way toward the door, keeping far enough away to dive back into her room if she had to. Their voices were muffled, but standing with her head tilted to the hall wall she could make out her fathers voice, "Mmmmm, sweet little girl, what I want is to fuck you right now." His voice was so deep. But it was mom's voice that surprised. It did not sound like anything she had ever heard before, "So bad!" she squealed, and Cala could hear the bed. Had he just thrown her onto it? How long had they been in there? "Lets just say spring is in my blood today, that's the kind of day..." A pause, and, "Oh, god!" My mom again, "OK, well, Fuck Me." God, just then her voice sounded like mine. Young, giggling, lilting. It was quiet for a while. A deep groan, and the sound of the mattress again. "Mmmm. Babe! Wow. You're a hungry girl too." Daddy's voice was so low. She crept closer and leaned her head against the door. Unmistakable. They were fucking! Oh my god. Cala's hand found its way down to the crotch of her jeans, sort of holding herself there, thinking of sex. She could feel herself getting wet, aroused, but feeling jealousy at the same time. This was crazy. Mom whined, "It's been awhile." How many times have they done this?? "You bad little girl, you get punished for being so bad. Letting your daddy in the house like this." Oh my god, Cala's cheeks flushed. He called her his little girl. Did they do that?? "I'm sorry for being so bad, what you going to do?" her mom cooed. The bed began rocking back and forth. "Fuck you...Fuck you. Bad girls get fucked." Cala was being caught up in the feeling, swirling around. Her emotions lost. It was so hot, it made her dizzy, she squeezed her legs, feeling the juices in her puss. Pressing her head close to the door, their voices were muffled again. The ache between her legs. -- 'Was he thinking about me??' And mom groaning, so liquid, her voice sounds just like mine. "Mmmm, I found a little cock here. Mind if I sit down? Just for a little minute? Your little girl wants to sit on her daddy's lap." And this flood of emotion, the feeling of a cock sliding in between my moms legs. I squeezed my thighs, imagining his hard cock. "Ahhh, No, go ahead. This seat is wide open." "Mmmm, OK." I could picture it, mom is sitting on him. Her legs apart, riding him. I was so fucking aroused. I wanted to see, but the door was closed. I was moving as close as I could, lay my hand on the door. "Mmmm, Woops! I think I, ghhhohghhhh, There's something slipping inside my, uh, pussy. It's so big!" Christ, I thought I was going to cum. I was squeezing my thighs. Imagining being fucked. "Oh, Don't mind me, mmmm. Sit down." "I think it's, oh ... big cock!" The groan of her voice. He was sliding into her. Fuck. Fuck me. "Just let me cum in you, that's all. Our secret." "I don't usually just come in and sit on my daddy's lap like this, and let him fuck me. You feel so good. Am I your good little girl?" I was hot, aroused and angry at the same time. Thinking about them, I could hear the bed again, feel the rhythm of their movements. "Ah, Ah, Ah." Mom was crying out. Daddy, in a deep voice, "You're my good little girl, you can ride with me any time you want. Hmmmm. You like being my good little girl? Letting me fuck you any time I want?" I felt like he was talking to me, like he wanted me. Letting him fuck me any time he wanted. His toy. I felt hot. But what the hell was he doing with mom? How long has this been going on? The whole fucking time? "Yes, oh yes, fuck me. You like my pussy? My cunt?" "Oh yeah, your hungry cunt." Listen to them, I could not believe it. So dirty, so fucking dirty. Squeezing my thighs I slipped my hand into my underwear. God I was soaking wet. "You are mine. All mine. Yes...I can do anything I want to you." I had let him do anything he wanted to me all week, and now he was doing it to her. I pressed my finger into my slit, felt my juices, rubbed my clit and shoved my fingers in my hole. Immediately, felt an orgasm wave over me. I could barely stand as I bucked into my hand. God I was so hot, stifling a moan I came in silence, and continued holding my fingers in my pants. Feeling the soft wetness of my sex. "Mmmm, Yes." My mom was so loud now. Daddy continued, "Take you out without panties, just this pussy in a short little dress. MY pussy. I can fuck it any time I want." I didn't wear any panties on Friday. Jealousy rising, realizing how aroused he'd been. "Oh yes, I'm your good little girl." "Put my hands in your clothes, squeeze your tits." I was coming off my orgasm, and jealousy flooding my eyes. I'm done with him I thought, pulling my fingers out of my pants. All shiny and slick. God I had gotten so aroused, the bed was pounding. My whole body aching as I continued to listen. "Ahhhhh." she was crying out, I could hear in her voice the rhythmic fuck, literally feel his cock sliding in and out of her. Mom was such a slut, "I'm your little cunt, Fuck my cunt. Make me cum, fill me. Oh, yeah, make me. . . make me Cum. Fuck me. Oh, god, yessssss!" God it WAS so fucking hot. I was getting aroused all over again again. And Silence. After what seemed like a minute, my mom in a little sing song voice, "You ARE a bad boy tonight. God, that was crazy." Had she gotten up from the bed? I backed away from the door, and went back downstairs and slipped out of the house. They can NOT know I was here. I thought I knew my parents. Had no idea they were still having sex. I trusted my daddy. I loved him in so many ways. I sort of felt like what we were doing was OK, that it was all harmless, that he had no outlets and I felt bad for him. But to get all worked up and run to mom, worked up about me, and take it all out on her. That is fucked! I felt jealous, like...like, I wanted to be fucked like that. Not by him, but by somebody. There was nobody for me. Nobody I cared about. I stood by the side of the house and waited, looking out until I saw him leave and then slipped back in through the basement. I stayed down there, did not want to see my mom. She was probably still laying naked in her room. God, what a slut. But it's not me getting any. This was all crazy. I stood at the back and watched dad leave the house. He hadn't even parked in the driveway. When he was gone, I went back in through the basement and into the laundry room. I was all horny again, fuck. I took off my clothes, my top and my jeans, stood there in just panties, and then stepped out of everything. Stood there gazing at my naked body, wondering what daddy would think if he'd ever had the chance to see this. Mom and I looked a lot alike, I always knew that. But I was so much younger, hotter. She had wider hips than me, I had a tiny waist and smaller breasts. But from behind we looked the same, I turned and looked into he mirror. My mane of black hair falling between my shoulders. Fuck, he got all worked up with me and took it out on her. Fuck that shit. This is fucked. Would he think I was sexy? He already did, I was sure. I felt this desperate need to be wanted by him, to be thought of as sexy. But decided, not to be used this way. No more, AND I did NOT want him with mom! I lightly ran my hands over my body, squeezed my tits and looked in the mirror, wondering what it would feel like if he did all that to me? Without thinking I threw my clothes together with a pile of clothes on the floor, into the washer and turned it on and went back into my reverie. I lay my hand over my bush, positioning my hand to cover all the hair growing there. Looking at myself. I wonder if I shaved? Thinking of how he had actually felt my little bush, and my cheeks flushed. When. I sensed it, that feeling that you're not alone when just a second before you were. I emptied the dryer, took a pair of panties and pulled them on, now standing there topless in my panties. And then I noticed, mom standing near the basement stairs. How long had she been there? I hadn't said anything. She was standing back by the door, dressed. But her hair was a mess. I turned, and we locked our eyes together and I suddenly had the need to appear normal. Normal. Fuck! I'm fucking topless wearing nothing but panties. I can do this. I had already cum once, what did I look like? We BOTH looked like we'd just been fucked. Seeming surprised I saw her, she spoke first, "I heard the washer. How long have you been here?" "I just got here." I lied. "You didn't go upstairs?" It was a statement, but it sort of sounded like a question. "No. I, uh, was all sweaty from biking and took my clothes straight to the washer. I didn't think anyone was in the house." Mom paused, and then said, "Well you shouldn't be running around the house naked, your brother could see you." I wanted to say, "Or my daddy." But I bit my tongue. Mom standing there, all slutted out, my dads cum probably running down her legs lecturing me about being naked. I just said, "Sorry." I looked straight into her eyes as I said it, almost sending a secret signal that I knew everything. She looked away, and turned. When she was gone, I fled upstairs into my room, closed the door. Winded, breathless. Everything that had just happened. I lay on my bed, running my hands over my body. I was still so aroused. Once, I thought I heard footsteps coming to my room, but they stopped and was gone. My heart was racing, my mind all muddled. Part of me wanted to haul off and smack him for being there, for arousing me, for making me want it. I felt aroused and embarrassed. The way I'd looked at myself, touched myself. Christ. Tears were coming to my eyes. There was another emotion closely following my wave of shame. My body was shaking, my breath coming out in gasps. I was more aroused than I'd ever been, felt hot, feverish. I was all swollen and achy between my legs. Imagining him in my room, talking to me. I could remember every word, closing my eyes could make it seem he was talking to me. Remembering the words, he was. What the hell was going on with me??!! I pressed my hand into my panties and ran my fingers through my slit, spreading my legs wide. Fuck me. This was my dad I was thinking these things about. I knew I shouldn't be turned on. I should be disgusted. But I wasn't. I was dying inside from this torment. I came three more times that night. ********************************* IT ALL FALLS APART The week passed slowly, but for the next several days I felt satiated. As I calmed down my thoughts drifted to putting this whole episode away, back in a box somewhere. Let it end. No more. But these feelings morphed into a, see what happens attitude. And as Friday came the anticipation rose in me. My Cala had not changed, so beautiful. Her dark hair and beautiful eyes. We had a lovely weekend. But I did detect a certain reserve, distance, a cautiousness. The electricity was still there, a lingering look. A pause before speaking, many thoughts but nothing said. I was nervous, but maintained normalcy. The possibility of losing the week we had was causing my resolve to ebb. So that, by Monday, to say I was ready for bear as I boarded the bus is an understatement. But Cala left the house WITHOUT her sunglasses, despite the day being sunny and wonderful. It somehow changed everything. For me, the signal was received. She eyed me as she got on the bus and as she slid in next to me. She engaged in her same tap tap tap of the phone, but remained seated toward the center aisle, away from me, and did not provide any point of contact between us. I felt silly and deflated, having ridden this fantasy and the hopes of this morning. A week of thinking and she had put an end to it. It is the right thing to do, after all. I remember thinking how my little Cala accepted my advances, but upon reflection perhaps she has now decided her dad was a pervert. Or its just something we shouldn't do. Should I talk to her about what I had done? Apologize? Just let it all pass. I felt ashamed, still buzzing from the past two weeks. I felt suddenly exhausted. I felt as if I'd just gotten into an accident. This was the kind of emotional wreck I was, and then feeling guilty how I had fucked Lisa all the while dreaming of Cala. The Big Bag Cala kept glancing my direction, her small mouth a straight line. We said nothing, seldom did we talk on the bus. This would not be the place. To say I was not hopeful the next day, I was. But this pang of guilt now overtaking me. My desire and libido was yet off the charts. I had never felt like this, like a teenager. I wanted to ask her to remember her sunglasses, what it all may mean. But again, Cala left without her glasses, were they in the bag? Put them on. But I would not ask such a thing. I could not breathe, felt depressed. My whole life felt like a waste, a stupid waste, spending my time chasing after my own daughter. It is embarrassing. Today she sat nearer me, not toward the aisle as yesterday, and she seemed more relaxed as well. The moment had passed, it was gone. I kept my hands to myself. All day I wondered, worked through in my mind every conceivable facet of Cala's thoughts. But I said nothing, we had no contact at all that week, I left her alone. Feeling she wanted it that way. By Friday it would be another week with her mother, and I would not see her at all. On Friday I left work early, thinking of catching the bus home, knowing what time Cala rode the bus home. She may think it was weird, but I wanted to see her. Should we talk about this? She would be leaving tonight, but as I went past the stop she was not there. Then I felt stupid and realized how things needed to be normal. My mind exhausted, so much emotional adrenaline. When my phone rang. It was Lisa, no doubt coordinating the transfer. They would be leaving either tonight or tomorrow and be with her for the following week. I answered, "Hello." I had been so distracted, it never occurred to me it was anything but a perfunctory scheduling call. "Hi." Her voice sounded different, her hi was drawn out, but still with a playful edge. "Yes." I turned myself toward the window speaking low. The bus was full and I had a little difficulty hearing, hunching over my phone and holding it tight to my ear. "Say, I never got a chance to thank you for, uh, the other night." Pause. "Don't know what got into you." "Yeah, well thank YOU." "But, uh, well I wanted to add that I thought it might have been a little inappropriate." Fuck. "You being at the house and all. It's not a good idea. The kids could have seen us." "Fine." I answered in an even, measured tone. Here was the Lisa I knew, who shit on everything. "Oh, and, uh, I might of said some things that I didn't really mean." To that I responded, "I think I might of known that." I wanted to say No Shit Sherlock. "I just wanted to be certain." She was heading me off, afraid I might be calling her again. Shooting me down, it had crossed my mind. I did say, "So, only boring sex from now on, got it." I was beginning to tremble with anger. "Not what I meant...." I cut her off, "You know what, I've had a horrible week. And now the one good thing that happened in it, you SHIT on..." "Nickie, I..." "So you're welcome for some great sex. It will never happen again." "Nickie I don't want it to end this ..." I cut her off, did not want to hear it, "SERIOUSLY! You call me...Look, I got to go, I'm on the bus. I can't talk." And I hung up the phone. My heart beating harder than it had all day, my hands trembling. I shoved the phone into my coat pocket. Fuck her. Fuck her. This has been the story of my whole life. This was the Lisa I knew. Take every bit of spontaneity in my life and kill it. It's what she's been doing to me for the last twenty years. Killing everything, EVERYTHING, in my life I enjoy and feel good about. Crafting me into this stable, routine, reliable, shell of a man. Behind the anger, an unsettled guilt. I had used her to play my fantasy. I shouldn't have gotten so angry. But what the fuck! I pressed my hand to my temples and squeezed. Fuck. FUCK. What had my life become? ********************* FORGIVENESS? Now I was not quite such a mess as, up to this point, it may appear. I recovered admirably over the weekend and had a quiet weekend and was determined to settle down the following week. Though with a tinge of depression. I was hit hard by midweek. But I had managed to take my mind off things and the following weekend had Cala and Mark again, and we engaged in several activities. I grilled and we had a generally nice time, and Cala seemed more herself. She was warmer, everything back to normal. By the following Monday, I too was back to normal, albeit anyone looking at me would know I was down. All the drama was behind me. Though I was thinking about trying to apologize to Lisa, do something with her. My arousal was off the charts. I needed to apologize and somehow reconcile to our 'relationship.' Monday passed and Tuesday, Wednesday. I was adjusting, a thing of memory. Except this morning, Thursday. Cala came down the stairs dressed for school, leaving with me as always. Normal. But as we left the house she slipped on those dark sunglasses, and stepped out ahead of me looking back as we walked toward the stop. I felt my heart flutter. Coincidence. Now, there was a mist of rain, the smell of spring, enough chance of rain I brought my umbrella. No need for sunglasses, was there? I could not help it, as she slowed her walk, letting me catch up, her ear buds in, silent. She was transforming, becoming this mysterious woman again. Her small chin, the straight line of her mouth. Impish grin. My heart quivered, my breath catching in my throat. Remembering what I had done. I boarded the bus and stared out the window, distracted. What was this about? I was not even going to try get my hopes up, it was too exhausting. I kept looking at her, noticing, again her body, her hair, her outfit. A tight pair of jeans and a loose jersey. A blue and white extra large jersey. As I glanced, not knowing if she noticed or not, my heart racing, feeling warm and trembling. But I was determined, no, I was not going to do anything. It's chance, she doesn't even know what the glasses do to me. No. No way. The fun was over. The whole experience had become too painful. One can experience too much arousal. But my rising lust was betraying my reason. I felt as if the heat of her was radiating along my body, and her smell. Her wonderful perfume. I glanced her way and could see this shimmer, a mist of water droplets in her dark hair. The misty rain. The way the clouded daylight shined through the windows, it created this light shimmer, like small diamonds in her hair. An angel. And she still had the large bag and the phone, and those dark glasses. My heart was pounding and I could feel my cock stiffening. I glanced at her legs, and also realizing the 'tight' jeans were not jeans at all. They were tights the color of blue jeans, of course, form fitting to her body with that jersey fallen around her lap. The fabric was even slightly faded along the top of her thighs, and had seams imprinted on the sides. The jersey was large, and loose. Blue and white with a picture of an angel on the front, the school mascot. Angels. How appropriate. I felt like I could not breathe, as my resistance melted away. Fuck, I wanted to touch her again. One time. Cala, would you let me? Same as before. This is something I need, human contact. But I just could not bring myself to. I looked out the window and felt it, her leg pressing along mine. God she was right there, pressing her leg to me. I pressed back in return and she held the pressure. Smoke. Fire. My heart beating in my chest. I lay my hand at her thigh. I can't describe the feeling, like eating food after having nothing for days. She was looking down at her phone, wearing her ear buds. No reaction. Same as before. I began drawing small circles on her, began stroking along her thighs, more quickly than before, hungry. A wave of lust, relief, desire. I traced the printed seam up along her inner thigh, slipping my hand down between her legs, lightly stroking up the inside of her legs as I had now weeks before. Feeling her legs open for me. Stroking her, higher, higher up to the edge of the jersey. The fabric of the tights were just like nylons, with a jean pattern. It felt as if I were rubbing her skin. Just the movement of fabric beneath my fingers. I was more openly looking up and down her legs as I stroked her, the open space between her legs, the length of her thigh still pressing to mine. She, turning her chin to me, a small smile on her face. Almost as if welcoming me. A hello after long absence. I'll play. God, each smooth stroke of her leg, I could feel the warmth of her body, so intoxicating. How she let me do this. I continued to stroke my hands softly over her legs, same as the last time. Down to her knees and back up between her legs, no hem of a skirt. I could reach up high into her crotch and let my fingers drift higher still. I could feel the heat of her, her warmth. Higher. The humid heat of her body. I held my breath as I brushed my hand right at her crotch, scratching my nails on the fabric. And no panties. I could tell immediately. Fuck. She was crazy. She sucked in her breath at my touch. I could feel the swell, the perfect form of her two pussy lips, through the thin the fabric right between her legs, and the cushion of pussy hair. Her response was to open her legs still further and tug the bag over the top of my hand. Hidden, I slid my hand down, she was letting me palm her pussy. I curled my fingers and scratched there between her legs and held my hand there. Feeling her fire, and god she was hot and wet. Her juices staining the fabric, I could feel her. I simply wanted to hold her there, feel the heat of her. I could feel the cushion of her her pussy hairs in the fabric. Her little cunny separated by a bit of fabric. No panties again today. My heart pounding in my chest. She slid the tiniest bit down, causing her jersey to rise a bit and I could see my hand laying over her puss. Like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, I raised my hand up, back under her jersey, hiding it from view and lay it now over her abdomen just below her navel. She turned her head to me slightly, cocking her head, waggled her hips. No expression, but the impish smile was there. An, 'I can't believe you just did that look.' I had just run my hand over her puss. And she had let me. She was probably thinking the same thing as me, what the hell am I doing? But the look she gave me felt more like, what now? I let go again, it was too much. I was about to explode, so I caressed her thighs some more, and she looked away again. But once again rubbing higher, repeating my prior path. Scratching at her upper thigh, right at her crotch, and to the side back over her abdomen. Avoiding her puss this time, honestly, it was too much. I would have cum. And something else. I realized I had to touch her, skin to skin. I wanted to feel her flesh. Her head cocked toward me again as I left her tights, tucking my hand beneath the jersey and began to rub her bare tummy. Following along the edge of her tights, could feel the indent of her navel. Her powdery skin, no movement other than the rise and fall of her breathing. My eyes on her, silence. Permission. My hand drawing these delicious strokes over her tummy, the feel of her soft warm flesh was electrifying. Oh my god, my hand was tucked up under her jersey and I could feel the coolness of my hands by the heat of her tummy. I could feel her body clench at my touch, it probably felt cold. I wanted to say, 'sorry' but she had those ear buds in, there were no words between us. The transition to nothing between my hand and her flesh was exhilarating. It is not an exaggeration to say I nearly came from that, and my cock was a pole in my pants. My hand lay over her tummy now, as I traced the edge of her ribs with my fingers. Could feel her breath and her rapidly beating heart. My mind an utter blank, only sensation, I haven't a clue what thoughts there were. Only sensation, her smell, her warmth, the powdery feel of her skin. Nothing more. I continued to stroke my hand higher, so my fingers began to press at the edge of her breasts. Far enough to feel the fabric of the softest little silk bra I had ever felt. The kind with no under wire, a thin silky fabric covering the softness of the swell of her breasts. I traced the fabric higher. Her soft flesh, and the sudden edge of her bra, a bra that barely covered her nipples. A little bow in the middle. This bra was not lace and I rubbed the top swell of her breasts and could feel the beat of her heart. Covering her breast with my hand and I squeezed. Do you want to know the exact size and shape of her breasts? Do an internet search for 'Champagne Coupe' a glass molded from the breasts of Marie Antoinette. To look at a champagne coupe is to look at the breasts of my little girl. She was looking toward me now as I touched her, and had even moved her bag a little to cover my hand. Her aloof demeanor had broken, and she eyed me as my hand could be seen rustling around beneath her jersey. But again, she let me touch her, had even positioned her bag for me to continue. I began to rub the side of her breasts with my palm and to press her nipple with my thumb. I looked at her, at her face, she was biting her lower lip with her teeth, nothing more. May not have even known she was doing that. But she was looking my way now, watching. Definitely watching. Desire rising in her, her cheeks were flushed. Desire, and with it a nervousness. I continued, though at one point as I attempted to tug her bra higher, wanting to feel her nipples to expose her breasts beneath the jersey, her hand covered mine. Sudden, but not hard, a soft hand pressed to her breast where my hand was. Stopping me. The rules of red light green light, and I relented. She did not, however, seek to pull my hand out. But, no, I was not to remove her bra, pull it up and off her, expose her. Instead I moved higher and insinuated my fingers over her soft breasts from above and tickled my fingers over her nipples, feeling them stiffen at my touch. This apparently was allowed. Green light! To this also, she did respond by shifting herself, turning herself toward me and moving a little closer. If I could just see her eyes, they would be closed I thought. And yes, as I had imagined, her breasts were sensitive. She loved what I was doing, I could tell, as her chin rose and she lay her head back on the chair, so my ministrations continued. Squeezing and rubbing her little nubs. God damn, it was wonderful. My hand now drifting back down her front, caressing her rib cage, her tummy, her abdomen. Continuing, I began slipping my fingers beneath the edge of her tights, pressing low on her abdomen, between her hips, narrowing to that little puss, but still rubbing bare flesh. I could feel the downy hairs form a line from her navel, opening into her little bush. To this her head tipped down again, toward me, her chin nearly touching her neck. I could imagine her thoughts as she looked slightly my way, 'Really?' and her impish smile forming a line, was there any 'behave' in it. Her lips pressed together, our entire conversation an indecipherable read of her mouth. I paused, no response means permission, as I let my palm simply lay over her abdomen beneath her tights, the tips of my fingers playing with edges of short pussy hairs. I could stay like this all day. She was still turned toward me. My god, and she letting me, all of it. Unbelievable. Time again, stopped. I was just drinking her in, feeling the curve of her body. The quiver of her flesh, her warmth. The heat of her was melting me, my hand trembling as I held to her. Her legs remained comfortably open. After a long while, and realizing we were in the city now, I pressed slightly further. My movement readily allowed by the stretchy material of her thin tights, the fabric opening as my hand pressed lower, as my fingers brushed into the forest of her little bush, feeling the ridge of her pussy mound. Further, her leg opening a little more, and my hand was again cupping her bare pussy. I could feel the ridge, the swell of each lip. The hairs tickling my palm. At that moment I believe we were both surprised at where my hand was, what I held to. I almost felt as if I had gotten further than intended. To continue was to split open this pussy ready to burst, I was imagining how wet she was. To feel her juices, and it was I who suddenly became shy, reserved. My hand in this little girls pants, her legs open, cupping and palming her pussy. I squeezed, squeezed. And her chin went low with each squeeze, her head cocked to the side, and she clung to her bag which she had now pressed right over her lap. I did not press into her, open her, slide inside, press my finger in her, burst her open. Her fruit so ripe and ready. She was chewing her lip again. Her cheeks were flushed now, betraying her arousal. A slight undulation of her hip. Her hunger, I could feel it now. Crazy, we were crazy. Using my thumb and forefinger I squeezed again, squeezed her pussy lips together from the edge, rubbing her like a piece of clay, applying a pressure where I imagined her clit to be. She breathed in deep, stifling a moan, and her fingers clung to the bag she was holding, I detected a shiver. Her body trembling at my touch, her hips trembling, her body all a quiver and breath quickening. I closed my eyes, as I let my fingers press down, the pressure of the tights on the back of my hand, could just feel the beginning of her parting labia her leaking puss. A seam of wet flesh, a ribbon of her juices. Her aroused inner lips swelling. Oh god, her bare pussy, her nicely trimmed bush. I was so god damned close. Her head was cocked to me again, and then eying the front of the bus. I looked up, realizing the bus was approaching her stop, moving past stop lights, her stop was coming. I did not have long, and I never wanted this to end, but neither had I intended to have my hand covering her bare pussy. I let go, held my hand to her abdomen for a moment, felt her relax and release a deep breath, as she lay her hand right over mine and held it. A soft pressure separated by the fabric of the Jersey. And I did not move, letting my hand lay on her bare skin, wanting to touch her as long as I could. Feeling the pressure of her hand on the back of mine. So nice. Now this felt innocent, intimate. Having held and stroked, caressed, and touched her most intimately. What would she taste like? I looked at her mouth, her shiny beautiful lips. A kiss. To hold her in my arms, to hold hands. To talk. As the bus came to the stop I was aware, as was she. Time to go. I did not want this to ever end. As the final stop came and passengers began to rise, she squeezed my hand and shot me an impish smile and pressed a piece of paper in my hand. I HAVE STUDY PERIOD AT ONE DADDY. I THINK WE BETTER CHAT On the other side it said said TEXT ME It felt as if I had taken a grenade in my hand. Placing it in my pocket I felt as if everyone was looking, knew. I remember thinking, if I sucked my fingers hard enough, I could probably taste her. *********************** THE DEAL IS . . . The meditation of my day: What do I do now? Should I? Do I write? Or wait until the evening. Writing would be so much easier than facing her. Followed by: What do I write? What could I possibly say? The answer was inevitable, the invitation, the compulsion was too great. I could no more have not contacted her than I could not draw my next breath. That afternoon, at one o'clock, I sat at my desk and tapped out: hello sweet i feel I should say i'm sorry i don't know what has come over me it won't happen again. There. What else could I possibly say? I sat there and stared at the words, unmoving. How was it? Stupid. Admission of guilt. I had to apologize. Ultimately I had no ability to even assess - and hit send. It was too late, and I was on to recrimination and self doubt. Undoubtedly, the worst text ever. I could not stop looking at the screen. The Big Bag -------------------- Amazingly, I did not have to wait long for a reply. A little box opened, received: daddy i know you been messed up don't apologize i feel bad too its ok you went a little faaaaarrr today though badboy! C -------------------- I began trembling. She was encouraging me? My fingers fumbling at the keys: yes i don't know what came over me if i'm disturbing you let me know please -------------------- you not only disturb you shake my whole being i don't know what to think so i'm not:) but yes i will let you know C --------------------- I had to tell her: sweet it's those glasses they do something to me you become like someone else a fantasy -------------------- lol serious? I wondered i did give you the leg bump today C -------------------- you did but i'll behave promise ------------------- k not too much you CAN touch if you want its nice i'll see you tonite :) C ***************** I read the words and something from my distant past woke in me. I blinked at it. This door opening, the windows of my mind thrown open. The dust scattering in the sunlight: ok you have to let me know --------------------- glasses lol i know i should not write this but i bet pussy tames you good C ---------------------- I laughed, my cheeks flushed. I had to answer: yes! --- And in another burst of recklessness I added: tell me about yours? ---------------------- Her response flew back: !! YOU you don't beat around the bush do you? ^_^. :):):): my pussy mmm is this dark little chestnut kitty that likes to be petted when it's good she'll curl into herself and if it's really good she'll purrrrrr like a baby tiger in play There was a pause, and another message scrolled before me: let me know if you want to see it sometime :) C ---------------------- I paused. The red flag waving before me, the boundary not to be crossed. This was escalating. She just named it. I wrote: !! That might be taking things far ------------------- Hmmm. Ya think? :D But then seeing is less than touching don't you think badboy? C she added: one more thing I know you been seeing mom Drrrr C ------------------ I blinked at the screen, my mouth went dry I had no idea how to respond did she know? I just wrote: a little, yes ------------------ I don't think it's good going out like that with her good for YOU i mean C ------------------ She did not seem to realize. I just responded: OK i'll think about that --------------------- you can come to ME see me go out with me if you need anything C --------------------- she had no idea, did she? I felt myself grow more aroused as I thought about this offer. I wrote: I can do that -------------------- Promise? be my badboy C ------------------- Always ------------------ Just Promise always is a ridiculous concept You want to promise promise. You won't ALWAYS be there at some point you'll be dead or stuck in traffic or in love with someone else or whatever. C ---------------- that's so cynical ----------------- years of experience Ha! So... Promise? ----------------- Just then, she seemed so much older than, me. I closed with: OK Promise. i'll see you tonight sweet ------------------------ K it takes two to get tangled C **************** TEMPTATION I kept looking over our messages. As I did, I imagined what kind of kisser she would be. Silly I know. Her mouth became the focus of my overwhelming desire, her lips, so soft and small. She kept them shiny with lip gloss. Pink and her impish frown/grin. Her white teeth, I was imagining a tongue so delicate that it would melt into me. Would she kiss me though? God I wanted to kiss her. To know her, lean in to her as she sat down and before even thinking, kiss her as I rubbed her thighs. Which was all I had of her right now. I set to work again, but my mind refused. Instead it wandered, to breasts. I was imagining her body, her top removed, closing my eyes and holding my temples. She was small, small breasted, small enough that she was perfectly supported without a bra. Drops clinging to her body, god those nipples. Mmmmm. Fuck, I could see them. Stiff little nipples. I could just make them out, imagining myself press my thumb into them. Like her mother years and years ago. She has such gorgeous breasts, pink little buds. Sucking on her, oh, give me your sweet nipple. Sensitive. Would you hold the back of my head as I suckle you? I wanted her, the feel of her. What does she taste like? Taste? Her hair, so perfectly quaffed. They say you can tell girls pussy by looking at her eyebrows. Thin, trimmed, the care of the hair - the same down there. Her pussy would be dark, trimmed. Small like her mouth? Tight? Would it have the same impish grin? I imagined her lain back in the bed, holding her legs open, open and ready, wet, her pink slit opening to me. That brunette pussy. God. I got to concentrate. Aroused, her swollen lips, a little light pink hood and white clit, hard, its sticky sheen. Does she like being fucked? That was a stupid question. God; in my god damn fantasies, this pussy, God help me. I would breath on her clit, my warm breath, lick it so soft. Imagining her smell, of cinnamon and honey, cherries and roses, fuck I was hard. I would forever do so much more to her in my dreams than I ever would or could. It was maddening. "Please," I whispered. pushing my fingers out in front of me, imagining their insertion into a delicate puss. My cock so ready. Trailing my fingers over her thighs, would she let me. I wanted her touch, to have as much of her as she would allow. Wordless, her ear buds playing music, her legs slipping wide. Her dark glasses, wordless, voiceless. I could bite her pussy lips, suck them in, hold her with my teeth, and lay her back and, oh god, to fuck her. Fuck her over and over. Push her panties aside. Hell, tear out her crotch. That kind of fucking. ********************** HOME I maintained a studied calm as I got home. Realizing what we had done, and what we had written. Nonetheless it would be as if we were starting over each time. I walked into the house and knew she was there, could see her big bag on the sofa. That evening we maintained an utterly normal demeanor, getting ready for dinner, eating, but she was in a spicy mood. Nothing overt, but I could see it in her eyes. A playful flirt. They lingered, her cheeks flushed. A tingling electricity between us. After dinner as she cleared the dishes, she wandered near to me and whispered soft, "I really do have a red silk nightie you know." An obvious reference to our chat. I paused, looked at her from tippie-toe to the top of her brunette head. Her eyes innocent saucers, enjoying the way I looked at her, undressing her. She twirled to the sink, enjoying my eyes on her. Maybe a little bit too much I thought to myself. When dinner was finished she was putting dishes into the dishwasher. Bending, giving me a nice view of her ass in a tight pair of tights and leotards, which looked as if her body were painted. Up top she had on only a half top sweater over the leotards. I could actually see the line of her ass, she still had no panties on. I felt myself stiffening at that thought, and chastising myself for being so out of control. At one point she turned and said, "What?" An impish grin. I flushed, "Nothing." "I know what." She smiled, turning back around, "It's OK dad." I know I needed to leave, but what I did was move up behind her, and turned her to face me again. She shrugged. I stood close, could lean in to kiss her, and as I looked down at her she pressed into my chest as I held her, turning her mouth to my ear, "You going to be bad again?" I could feel my fingers tingling. I let go and she stood there before me, barefoot, white tights, her leotard dipping low between her small breasts. Her sweater unbuttoned. I looked down at her and held my hands at her hips, and stroked her abdomen with my thumb, as an answer. She lifted her chin, meeting my eyes as I touched her, as I continued to run my thumbs along the front of her thighs. Nervousness? Surprise? I continued, and rubbed my hand over her ass, only that tight little leotard. She had no panties, nothing else on. She turned away and continued to rinse dishes as I rubbed my hands over her ass, only her ass. Her back to me. It was my sole display of self control. She had said a little touching was OK, hadn't she? Leaning in, my hands still on her, I tucked my chin into her shoulder and said low into her ear, "You feel nice." "So do you." The water continued to run but she did not move. I reached around and lay my hand flat on her tummy.. Her head went down as I softly stroked her there. "This OK?" "It's fine." She cooed. I brought my hands up now almost to her breasts, but again stopped. Rubbing her ribcage and under her arms. She held completely still. God I wanted to touch her again, but did not. She moved to the side, light as a feather, the continual touching was working us up. Looking at me with glassy eyes she said, "Just a sec." And was out the door. She returned wearing those glasses moving back into place in front of me, turned the water on again and pressed her ass back into me. This game. God, I was all wired up. My cock was a pole and she touched it with her ass. I wrapped my arms back around, caressed her body. Permission, her hair and smell, I squeezed her breasts, meeting her with my crotch rocking my hip into her, nuzzling my cock into her ass, let my hard cock brush up and down her behind. She felt me, and her whole body, melting at our touch. I could feel her going soft as I pinned her there. Her voice so soft I could barely hear, as she pressed back against me and waggled herself over my crotch, feeling how hard I was. I stepped back. "Daddy." "Yes," I was stroking up and down her back as she stood there. "I want to ask you something?" My face flushed, what was it? Here it comes, I thought. "So...you won't go out with mom anymore." For a moment I felt relief at all the other things she may have said, but then a flood of wondering all over again. What did she know? Exactly. I did not want to ask. I stood in silence. "Promise?" "Honey, we..." "I think I know why, daddy, you two are lonely. Maybe you need to go over stuff about us. But, I DON'T think it is good. Go out with me." This shook me out of my reverie. She did not realize what she was saying. To go out with her. To be alone with her, how far did I want to take this? She was cutting me off from sex, did she know that? My mind going a million miles a minute. Am I just leading her on? What am I doing? She backed herself into me and waggled her ass back and forth over my crotch, feeling how hard I was. I stepped back from her. Suddenly nervous. I stammered, "Uh, sure, I guess." "I'm serious. You don't know her anymore, like I do." She turned around and stood very close, looking up at me. Her hair hanging down over her eyes, her beautiful hair, full mouth, her cheeks shined. "I'm being serious. Anything you need. You need to talk, let me know. I'm yours. All yours. I can...do...anything you want." She lay her hand to my chest, and I took her hand. "Baby, I..." "You need to stop." Her eyes melted into mine. "Meet someone new; or, you know, be with me." "I don't know. I just don't know." "I already let you put your hands on me." I was looking down at her, still hard. My heart pounding. She was following my eyes. "Go ahead, squeeze my tits." She took my hands and pressed them right over her breasts. I squeezed and drew my fingers down her front, looking down at her body. "Can we go upstairs? You could, you know, give me a massage." Turning, she faced me, "And you can behave? Right." "Yes." I needed limits here. "Well, if this IS OK. Isn't it? Mmmm," and as she faced me I was squeezing her breasts, pressing her nipples in with my thumb. "Yeah." She closed her eyes, "Ahhhh." Those sensitive nipples. I ran my hands back down over her hips, and began stroking her tummy again, downy soft skin, feeling the line of her bush and tracing a line along her hips. She felt so fucking good. I began to rub her ass again. Below the waist. She took my hand, "Come on." When from the other room Mark called, "DAD!!" I NEED SOME HELP. *********************** HELP Now I helped Mark with his homework quite often. In fact, through all of this I had not neglected Mark at all, its just that in this little missive I don't write about everything. I was actually quite a good parent, I believe. Other than my porn obsession, sleeping with my ex-wife, and groping my daughter. Sigh. He was a good student but he had to work at it, and he liked me to check over his work, and if he got stuck to sort of guide him. I did not mind at all, and I actually understood what he was doing which is more than a lot of parents. I went in and sat on the sofa by Mark, all his stuff laid out on a series of TV trays. Shortly after sitting down, Cala came into the living room as well and sat down by my side and just behind me. I was leaned forward on the sofa and she was laying back into the cusions. The room was somewhat dark except for the light illuminating Marks work, and I felt a little shuffling which was Cala drawing her legs under her. And then I felt her hands at my shoulders, rubbing across my shoulder blades and down the middle of my back. It felt nice, and now this actually was a little innocent, letting her rub my shoulders. After a bit though, I felt her tugging at the back of my shirt, and next thing I knew her hands were up under my shirt rubbing my bare skin, stroking and scratching my back. Skin to skin, knowing it was my little Cala it was making me hard. I reached back with my one hand and found her knee and sort of lay it there, rubbing her a little on her calf as she rubbed my back. I was moving some of the papers around with my one hand, and rubbing her calf with my other. At one point she leaned in and kissed my neck, which is distracting to say the least! I swatted at her with my open hand and shooed her away. I heard a faint giggle, Mark not noticing at all. She moved in a bit closer, and taking her nearness as an opportunity I actually began to stroke higher up her thighs, as I did not the bus. She kept moving forward, closer and closer until my hand was landed right over the crotch of her leotards. I began palming her pussy, with her hands stroking my arms. So we had taken our kitchen impropriety into the living room. I glanced back and Cala's eyes went wide and her mouth opened in a teenage grin, none of the reserve she showed on the bus. I was looking over at Mark, engrossed in his work again, writing out figures, He did not notice, so I let my hand stay where it was, holding this delicious little cup full of Cala's puss, her sweet cunny rocking around in my hand. I cupped it, about the size of a little peach. When I pressed my middle finger, could feel her slit run along the center. My every sense wakened, my cock grew stiff in my lap and I adjusted it. What would we do when we got upstairs, but Mark's work continued and he had a lot to do. I continued to help, and was determined not to cut it short. I could tell Cala was trying to tempt me with her little games with me. Two can play this game, and I began to ever so slightly curl my fingers pressing them hard between her legs and she began to wiggle around over my hand, closing her legs trapping me between her legs. I pressed my middle finger upward pressing the fabric of her leotard and tights into her pussy lips, and could feel her getting wet soaking the fabric, I continued to scratch over her glancing back I could see her head bowed and her eyes closed. She noticed me and lifting up, touched her upper lip with her tongue, and mouthed the words 'UPSTAIRS.' She was having a hard time holding her hips still as I rubbed her, and her frustration was pronounced, but I felt it too. Yet I continued. After awhile she moved back away from me into the cushions and my hands fell from her. Frustrated no doubt. I waggled my hands around at my side, but now she ignored me. A little while later she was gone. Shit, I thought. But I was going to do the right thing on this count. ************************* FRUSTRATED Cala threw herself down on the bed in utter frustration: Her mind going a million miles a second. I have never felt so horny and frustrated in my life. How can it be? What the fuck? I mean, WHAT THE FUCK? I reserve my feelings, can usually control myself, hold myself in; but now! And these are feelings that cannot even be expressed to anybody! No matter what. This secret. Its no wonder I am so prone to tears. I graduate in two weeks and then, I'm leaving and my life may be just beginning but then it makes me cry. Why, because THIS will be ending. I leave Nick, dad. I been crying at the weirdest shit. This is fucked. Cala rose from the bed and walked a restless circle in her room. Do I want this? Hell, What is THIS? Waving her arms in the air. An affair with my dad? To be jealous of mom. Jealous of Mark. Shit, serious daddy issues. She laughed at that. My heart literally aches, it hasn't helped I can't find a boy in my life, just scare them all off. I'm the new girl. My heart, just hurts. I got to keep pressing down these feelings. And, goddammit Mark. Really?! Tonight. You got to study, tonight!! For fucking two hours! She fell back onto her bed. I don't want to leave, I don't. I want THIS. And she tucked her hand between her legs and squeezed. I fucking ache, I'm wet all the time. I am so fucking horny. Ugh. It's all so overwhelming, I don't know where to start, or what to say, I'm like on quicksand and the surface tension is pulling me under. To try pull away just sucks me in further. I just need to go to bed, wake up and everything will feel better. Yeah, right. Cala went to her dresser, pulled off her clothes and threw them in a pile at the foot of her bed, got in her bed naked. Enjoying the feel of cool sheets on her skin. Her eyes wide open in the darkness. I want to wake up tomorrow and go swimming, lay in the sun. Feel the water on my skin. Pamper myself. It calms me. But her mind continuing to drift to Nick. Nick. Nickie. In my mind I see his name now, Nick. Nickie. Fuck. Serious daddy issues. She rolled to her side stroking her bush with her fingers. I am going to end up a stripper. She laughed into her pillow, her eyes watering. We've been in this 'relationship,' what, two, three months? Yeah, call it that. This relationship. Everything felt like it was moving closer and closer, until this evening. He was as playful as I've ever seen him, different. If this is what he's like, I want it. But god. It can't. I'm leaving, I'm leaving, I'm leaving. Then, the distance. Fuck. fuck. Now all I have is that empty feeling I'm always left with when someone you love really hard, and go after hard, just up and goes back to their life. And then, you don't exist. But I know that is not it, he had to help Mark, nothing more than that. I am reading too much into it. I am just needy or greedy. But the day I leave, it's OVER. Alone. I should not even be feeling this shit. I feel emptier and lonelier than before, and it keeps happening. I am one of those girls doomed to repeat my mistakes, and THIS! Fuck, the ultimate impossible relationship. I mean I really started to feel like he was cheating on ME when he was with mom (I fucking still do), and now tonight I feel that way again. The Big Bang Lawrence Baylor walked out of history class feeling somewhat smug for having made a fool of the professor. He really didn't like the man but he had to take his class as one of the core courses. He would much rather be spending his time studying physics and math. As he was walking down the steps a girl came up behind him. "Hi Larry. You were incredible in class. What you did to Professor Milford, well, that was just hilarious. He was so mad he could hardly finish." He turned and looked at the pretty girl addressing him. He wasn't used to girls giving him compliments. Usually they laughed at him or just ignored him. Besides, what he had done was no big deal. He had merely pointed out an obvious error in logic that the professor had made. It took Lawrence a few moments to come up with a name. "Hello Elizabeth. My name is Lawrence. I don't go by Larry." "It's Beth. Anyway, I'm starving. You want to get something to eat." Lawrence fidgeted with his arm. He had no idea how to act in front of a girl. Spending time alone with her terrified him. He was about to decline her offer but she never gave him a chance. "Okay, it's a date. Pick me up in front of Taylor Hall in 15 minutes. Don't keep me waiting, Larry." Why did she keep calling him Larry? He was about to correct her again but she was already gone. What was he going to do? He could just ignore her but then she would see him in class the next day and make a big deal in front of everyone. He decided to meet her and then explain why he could not join her for lunch. Beth had changed out of her blue jeans and was wearing a green pull over dress that fell to mid thigh. It was held up by thin straps over her bare shoulders and was cut low enough to show ample cleavage. Lawrence didn't recognize her until she walked up to him from behind and taped him on the shoulder. "Right on time, Larry. I like that in a man. Let's go to the Patio. They have great burgers." Beth hooked her arm through his and dragged him away. Lawrence was not able to make the speech he had so carefully planned. He was too terrified. He was going to have to gut it out and hope lunch would end quickly. They placed their orders and waited to be served. Beth was doing all the talking. "... and so Nadia pretended like she was this big drinker and got so shitfaced she could barely stand. I heard that they carried her upstairs and she did you know what with half the Frat House and that they recorded it and sent it to one of those college party web sites. That's why I don't drink... well not much anyway. How about you, Larry? Have you ever been drunk?" Lawrence had not been listening. He was too preoccupied with escape. When there was a pause in Beth's monologue he noticed her looking at him inquisitively. He fidgeted with his arm hoping this whole thing would just end quickly. "That's okay," Beth continued, "You don't have to tell me. It's really none of my business. Hey, do you like my dress? My mom bought it for me so I would have something nice to wear besides jeans. I decided to put it on since this is our first date. I like the dress because of the way it shows off my tits. That's my best feature don't you think?" Lawrence choked on his hamburger. They weren't on a date were they? Lawrence had never been on a date. Then she blurted out that thing about her tits. It was hard not to notice them. He had done his best to avoid looking but every so often his eyes would wander to her well exposed cleavage. "I mean my ass isn't bad but it's a little on the chunky side. Girls worry about things like that. Look, I have to go pee. Why don't you get the check so we can leave? We could go Dutch but then it wouldn't be a proper date, would it Larry? See you in a few minutes." Lawrence sat there stunned. He wasn't used to being around girls and certainly not ones that talked about tits and asses and having to pee. He was in way over his head and had no idea how to extract himself. After paying the bill Lawrence wandered towards the entrance. Beth intercepted him at the front door and hooked her arm through his. "Let's go back to my room," she suggested. Lawrence needed to end this now. She had finally given him a legitimate excuse to escape from this nightmare. "Uh... I can't. I have to study for tomorrow's physics test." "You are such a stitch, Larry," Beth laughed punching him in the arm. "You'll have plenty of time to study. We're still on a date. You don't want to get a reputation as someone who runs away from girls do you?" Lawrence didn't know how to respond. Would she really tell everyone that he ran away from her? The bullies in the school would use that as another opportunity to stuff him in a trash can or even worse. Rather than object he let her drag him like a puppy dog back to her dorm. She draped a small sign over the doorknob that said "Men at Work" then pulled him into her room and closed the door. "My roommate and I have this agreement about not interrupting when we're entertaining. That's why we use the sign. My roommate uses it all the time with her boyfriend. They fuck like rabbits." Now Lawrence was shaking. She said the "F" word. What would she do next? He'd never even kissed a girl other than during spin the bottle in Junior High and that had terrified him. It wasn't that Lawrence had no interest in sex. He watched his share of porn and masturbated frequently. He liked girls. He was just terrified of them. "So Larry, do you want to kiss me?" Beth asked stepping close and putting her arms around his neck. "I mean I know it's only our first date, but what the heck. We're in college. Let's sit down on the bed and do it. It's easier that way." "Um... listen," Lawrence stuttered while pushing her away, "I really need to go. Thank you for having lunch with me." He turned to leave. Beth grabbed his arm and pulled him back. She pushed him down until he was sitting on the bed. "You're not going anywhere Larry. We're not done here yet. This is going to be your lucky day." Beth pushed him back on the bed. She climbed on top of him and straddled his legs. Lawrence could feel his heart beating fast. He desperately wanted to escape but felt helpless to even move. He closed his eyes hoping it would all just go away. Beth leaned forward and sunk her teeth into his neck sucking hard until there was a big red hickey on his skin. Her pussy ground against his cock through the clothes they were wearing. Despite the terror still throbbing in his head his body responded to her advances. His cock slowly grew bigger and bigger until it was fully erect. Her mouth pressed against his. Beth forced her tongue between his lips. She practically devoured him. Her pussy continued to rub up and down the length of his hard cock. Desire and sexual arousal slowly mixed with the terror he was feeling. Lawrence felt his balls churning and became concerned that she might make him cum in his pants. That would be a disaster. Beth sat up still straddling his body. She lifted the green dress over her head. Then she reached back and unsnapped her bra. Two perfect pear shaped tits capped by light brown nipples with eraser sized tips bounced on her chest. Lawrence stared with his mouth open. Beth lifted her hands and caressed her two beauties, squeezing them with her fingers and rubbing her thumbs across the hard nipples. "Do you like them Larry?" He stared at the first pair of naked tits he had ever seen. His cock twitched and released a trickle of pre-cum. The pounding in his head became more intense. He couldn't take much more of this. Beth took both of his hands and moved them to her firm breasts guiding his fingers across the soft flesh and over her hard nipples. "Mmmmm... that's good Larry. I just love having my tits squeezed. Do it harder. Now pinch my nipples like this. Oooohhhh... yes." Beth kept her hands on his so he couldn't pull them away. Lawrence closed his eyes and tried concentrating on anything but what he was doing to keep from shooting in his pants. He tried to think of a physics problem but it didn't work. Her tits felt too good... so soft, so warm... so alive. "Would you like to suck them, Larry?" Beth scooted forward slightly and dangled her tits in his face. This took the unbearable pressure off of his cock in the nick of time. It was still throbbing but he could feel the impending explosion settle back into his balls. Her nipple brushed across his lips. "Go ahead Larry... suck it into your mouth. Lick it. Roll your tongue around it. Make me feel it, Larry. Make me feel it all the way down in my pussy." Lawrence did the only thing he could do at the moment. He sucked her nipple between his lips and rolled his tongue across the hard tip. Then Beth fed him the other nipple. She slid a hand into her panties and rubbed her pussy. Lawrence continued to lick and suck her swollen nipple. "Mmmmmm... that's good Larry. Keep it up... ooohhhh... yes." Beth's fingers flew across her clit. Her moans got louder. Lawrence became more aggressive as he succumbed to the passion of the moment. He moved back to her other nipple and eagerly feasted on it. Beth plunged two fingers into her dripping cunt. Her gasps became more desperate. Her body began to tremble. She tensed. Then the pressure released. "UUUUUNNNGGGHHHH... AAAAAHHHHHH..." Juices gushed from her pussy and flooded her panties. Her body jerked and thrashed wildly. Her finger moved back to her clit. Lawrence wasn't sure what was happening. He kept his mouth clamped around her nipple. Another explosion rocked her world. Beth finally collapsed forward onto Lawrence breathing hard. "Fuck... that was a good one... wow." Lawrence lay there helplessly while Beth caught her breath. Then she slid down his body. His head was spinning with everything that was happening. Was this going to ever stop? Did he want it to stop? She unbuckled his jeans and yanked them down his legs along with his briefs. His throbbing cock sprung to attention in front of her face. "Holy shit Larry, what have you been hiding from me? It's huge." Beth wrapped her fingers around the throbbing flesh and stroked him a few times. Lawrence could feel his cock pulse and knew it would not take much to make him shoot. Beth leaned forward and swirled her tongue around the swollen knob. His world was spinning out of control. She heard him moan. Beth looked up at his agonized face and smiled. "You're going to love this Larry." She plunged her lips down his shaft and took him deep into her mouth. She kept her hand wrapped tightly around the base as she bobbed her head up and down slurping and sucking on his throbbing meat. Spit drooled down his shaft and over his balls. Lawrence could feel his knob punching into the opening of her throat again and again. Lawrence felt his bills shrink and his cock swell. Just as a surge of cum was about to explode up his shaft Beth pulled her lips from his cock and squeezed the base so tightly that she choked it back into his balls. Lawrence was seeing stars. He felt the urge slowly pass. Belt licked the small trickle that leaked out from the tip and then plunged her lips back down his shaft. Lawrence no longer felt terrorized. It had been replaced by a desperate need to empty the huge load of cum churning in his balls. He looked down and watched Beth plunge her lips down the length of his huge cock again and again. Spit drooled down his shaft and over her hand which was wrapped around the base. She looked up at him with hungry eyes. His cock was buried deep in her mouth. "AAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHH..." he roared lifting off the bed. Beth kept her lips clamped firmly around his shaft. The first surge was so powerful that she almost choked. Cum came shooting out of her nose. She kept her lips wrapped tightly around him as stream after stream of hot cream erupted into her mouth. She reached down and pressed her fingers against his scrotum forcing even more out of his spewing cock. When he was finally drained Beth slipped her lips from his spent member. She straddled his chest and shoved a hand into her panties. Lawrence saw her looking down at him while she fingered her pussy. Cum was drooling from her lips and dripping onto her tits. Her fingers were digging in her panties and flying across her clit. Her moans became more desperate. Her eyes were wild with lust. "Ohhhh... oh... oh fuck... gggghhhhhhh... aaaarrrggghhhhh..." Lawrence watched her twist and squirm against her fingers. Pussy juice had soaked through her panties. Beth finally pulled her fingers away from her gushing cunt. She brushed them across his lips and pushed them into his mouth. He could taste the musky flavor of her secretions. "Do you like the way that tastes, Larry?" Beth asked as she climbed off his body and removed her drenched panties. "I hope so because now you're going to eat some pussy. Don't look so worried. It's easy. Just put your tongue in me and wiggle it around. Make sure to lick my clit. You'll figure it out." Lawrence was still in a daze from his huge orgasm. Beth swung her leg over his head. Lawrence looked up at the swollen pussy perched just above his face. It was shaved of all hair. Pink folds glistening with cunt juice peeked out through the gash down the middle. He could see her throbbing clit poking out from its sheath like a tiny button. The musky aroma filled his nostrils. Beth lowered her dripping sex onto his mouth. Lawrence did the only thing he could do. He stretched his lips around the swollen mound and plunged his tongue into her steamy chamber. The powerful taste of her pungent secretions flowed into his mouth. She squirmed against him like she was trying to drive his tongue even deeper. He wiggled it around inside her. "Lick my clit Larry, and use your fingers. Put them in my pussy." And so he did. His tongue flew across her clit. He pushed a finger into her steamy hole and pumped it in and out of her body. Beth moaned and squirmed against his face more aggressively. "Use two fingers." Lawrence pushed a second finger up her cunt. They made squishing sounds when he pumped them in and out of her body. Juices seeped out of her gash and over his lips and chin. Beth leaned forward and continued to mash her pussy against his fingers and mouth. Lawrence felt her lips slide down his cock. She was sucking him while he was eating her. Beth opened her throat and pushed out her tongue. She felt his swollen knob slide past her gag point and enter her throat. Her lips continued down his shaft until they pressed against his pubes. His throbbing cock was buried deep in her throat. His tongue was flying across her clit. His fingers were pumping in and out of her cunt. Beth could feel the explosion building in her loins. Lawrence couldn't believe that she had swallowed his entire cock. He could feel her throat muscles massage his throbbing shaft. She pushed out her tongue and licked his balls. The sensations pounding in his head were almost too much to bear. He felt her body tense. Her pussy clenched. Juices splattered onto his face. "Oh fuck... ooohhhhh," Beth gasped pulled her drooling lips from his shaft. "UUUNNNGGGHHHHH..." She slammed her mouth back down his cock. Another orgasm exploded from her pussy. Lawrence pulled his fingers from her cunt and clamped his mouth over her gushing mound. Her thighs squeezed his head. Her body was trembling. A muffled squeal preceded another spasm that sent more juices pouring into Lawrence's mouth. She finally pulled away from his tongue and slid up his body. "Oh... oh god... wow," Beth gasped. "Now you get to fuck me Larry." Beth continued to slide up his body until she was straddling his cock. Lawrence was mesmerized. It was like he was dreaming. His eyes feasted on her plump ass cheeks and the swollen pussy hanging between her thighs. He watched her guide his cock between the open folds of her glistening cunt. He was about to lose his virginity. Her hot pussy enveloped his knob. Then she plunged down his length. Whatever Lawrence thought it was going to feel like having a hot pussy wrapped around his cock it had to be ten, fifty... a hundred times better. The walls of her cunt clung tightly to his throbbing shaft enveloping him in a sheath of pure bliss. He watched his cock move in and out of her body as she lifted up and plunged down on him again and again. "Fuck me... fuck me hard... god I love your cock." Filth continued to spew from her mouth. She leaned forward. Her ass lifted and fell as she impaled her cunt onto his cock again and again. Beth reached between her legs and rubbed her clit. She could feel his hard shaft sliding against her fingertips. The pressure in her belly was building towards another orgasm. Her fingers went faster and faster. "AAAAHHHHHH... OOOHHHHH..." Lawrence felt her pussy clench against his cock. A white froth oozed from her cunt and dribbled down his shaft. Beth sat up and fell back against Lawrence with his cock still buried inside her. She pulled his hands around her body and pressed them to her tits. She moved a finger to her clit. Lawrence thrust his cock up into her pussy. Beth rocked against him trying to make him go even deeper. Her fingers flew across her clit. She felt Lawrence pinch her nipples. She lost it. Her body shook and bucked. She squirmed against his thrusting cock as spasm after spasm sent her spinning out of control. "Ohmygod," Beth gasped as her pussy clenched one more time around his throbbing member, "You cock is incredible. I need to catch my breath before we continue." She rolled over and kissed him on the lips. Then she slid down his body and took him into her mouth. It wasn't going to take much to make him shoot again. Beth slid back up and straddled his cock, this time facing him. She teased him letting his knob slide through her gash and over her clit as they kissed. Then she reached between her legs. "Okay. I'm ready for some more. You can cum in my pussy if you want. I'm on the pill." Lawrence groaned when her hot cunt enveloped his hard cock. She fucked him slowly and gently. They kissed. He found the right rhythm and pushed into her as she was lowering her pussy down his length. Sometimes she would hold him deep and swirl his cock around inside her. Lawrence could feel his balls filling with cum but she had a way of keeping him on edge. It was driving him crazy. "Okay Larry," Beth said looking into his eyes. "Now we're going to fuck. I mean really fuck. I want you to squeeze my tits and ram your cock hard into my cunt. I want to feel it Larry. I want to feel you fuck me. Then I want you to cum in my pussy." And so they fucked. Beth rode him hard lifting all the way off his cock until just the knob was inside her cunt. When she slammed down on him he drove his cock up and into her body. She could feel it bouncing off of her cervix again and again. Her head was shaking and her hair was flying. His fingers crushed her tits and pinched her nipples. "Fuck me... fuck me... deeper... oh god... harder baby... make me feel it... make me feel that big cock all the way up into my throat." She slapped his face hard and then again. She threw her head back and bit her lip. Her squeals were loud and non-stop. One orgasm after the next crashed through her body causing her pussy to clench in a series of spasms. Beth continued to ride him recklessly slamming down on his shaft again and again. Lawrence slid his hands to her ass cheeks and dug his fingers into the smooth skin pulling her down on his cock each time he plowed into her body. "I said fuck me Larry," Beth screamed at him while she slapped him across the cheek a few more times. "I want it hard. I want it deep. I want you to get on top and fuck me like a man." When they rolled over Lawrence felt some uncontrollable force from his subconscious take control of his actions. He pushed her legs to her shoulders and repeatedly slammed his hard cock straight down into her body like a madman. Beth was completely out of control. Her legs and feet were flailing wildly. Juices poured from her cunt and dribbled across her asshole. Her fingers clawed at his chest in a desperate attempt to hold on to her sanity. Her squeals turned to screams. The Big Bang Lawrence had his hands on her breasts, his fingers crushing her tits as he pounded her cunt again and again. Beth looked up and saw the animal that had taken control of his body. His eyes were wild with lust. He was fucking her so hard that she could feel his cock almost punching through her cervix. She loved it. She wanted more. She gritted her teeth. "Yes... fuck me like a whore... punish me with your cock... harder dammit... fuck me harder." Lawrence felt the blood pulsing through his veins. There was a power inside him that he had never felt. His hands moved to Beth's neck and squeezed. Not too hard but hard enough for her to feel it. She looked up at him with hungry eyes begging him for more. He squeezed harder. His cock went deeper. Everything swirled out of control. All his energy drained down to his loins. He clenched his ass cheeks and grunted. Beth was barely conscious when she felt the warmth of his seed spreading through her womb. His grip on her throat tightened. With a last gasp she screamed. More cum pumped into her body. Lawrence slammed into her again and again until at last he was spent. He collapsed forward breathing hard with his cock still inside the spent body underneath him. "Mmmmmmmm," Beth moaned stirring back to life. "That's the best fuck I've ever had Larry. I knew there was a man inside you. I'm glad I found him." They were disturbed by a knock on the door. Her roommate Linda walked in with her boyfriend Bill. Lawrence quickly rolled off Beth and turned away from them embarrassed to be seen naked. Beth sat up on the side of the bed. "Hi Linda. Hi Bill," Beth said smiling mainly at Bill whose eyes were feasting on her naked body. "What are you doing here?' "Beth, did you know that we could hear you all the way out in the quad?" Linda asked looking upset. "There was a crowd outside the door listening we when got here. I had to chase them away. Anyway, now that you're finished it's my turn." Lawrence was trying to pretend that he wasn't there. It was more than he could handle. He had just lost his virginity to a girl he hardly knew. Not only that, he had practically choked her to death. Now her roommate was there with her boyfriend. He had to get out of there. Where were his pants? "But Larry and I haven't finished," Beth argued. "Besides, you weren't supposed to come in with the sign on the door. It's not that I mind. You two go right ahead and do what you came here to do. Just pretend like we aren't here." Beth could see Bill staring at her naked tits. She knew that they were bigger and more spectacular than Linda's tits. She stood. Cum seeped out of her gash and trickled down her leg. Beth scooped it up with her finger and pushed it into her mouth with her eyes still focused on Bill in a teasing manner. "I'm not going to have sex in front of you and some boy I've never met," Linda replied defiantly. "So get your things and let us have the room. Please." "Oh, I'm sorry," Beth said apologetically. "Where are my manners? This is Larry. Larry, this is my roommate Linda and her boyfriend Bill. There, now we all know each other. Larry, say hello." Beth turned around and bent over to pull a terrified Lawrence onto his back. Bill's eyes feasted on her plump but shapely ass. He gazed at her swollen pussy which hung between her thighs just below the creamy cheeks. Drops of cum still clung to the folds peeking out from her gash. Beth shifted and tilted her ass higher making sure that Bill got an eyeful. "Bill, put your eyes back in your head." Linda said angrily. "Are you going to leave or not?" "No," Beth replied looking over her shoulder while wrapping her hand around his cock. "I told you we weren't finished, but there's no reason you can't stay." "You are going to owe me big time," Linda pouted grabbing Bill by the arm. "Let's get out of here." "Uh," Bill muttered, "Maybe we should stay. I mean, what's the big deal? You know that we can't go to my place, and you heard Beth. She doesn't mind." "That's right," Beth agreed. "I don't mind and neither does Larry." Lawrence closed his eyes trying to make this all go away. He was shaking with shame and embarrassment but he was unable to move. Beth slid her lips down his cock. It grew bigger and bigger until it was fully erect. She finally stood with spit drooling from her lips and looked at Linda who had made no effort to move. "Look at the size of that cock," Beth told her roommate. "If you stay I'll be happy to share. I'm sure Larry would like that." Linda's eyes were glued to the huge cock poking up from between Lawrence's legs. Beth could see that her roommate was mesmerized by his size even though she didn't say anything. Lawrence was still terrorized. "We can all share," Beth said looking at Bill with mischievous eyes. "Tell her that it's okay, Bill." Linda continued to stare at the huge cock rising up from between Lawrence's legs. Bill shifted nervously. He had fantasized about watching Linda ride another cock while he watched but never in his wildest dream did he ever think it would happen. That was enticing, but even more enticing was the thought of fucking Beth who he had lusted after the first time he saw her. He felt his cock grow hard. "Beth's right," Bill agreed slipping behind Linda and pressing his cock into her cheeks while sliding his hands over her tits. "I'd love to watch you getting pleasured by another man. Really. It'll turn me on. Will you do that for me baby?" Linda knew this was all wrong but the words wouldn't come for her to say no. Her eyes remained glued to the huge cock that Beth was holding in her hand. Bill sunk his teeth into the side of her neck and slid a hand between her legs. She gasped. God she was horny. Did he really want her to do this? That's what he said. "Are... are you sure?" Linda said barely able to breathe. "I'm sure baby," Bill replied digging his fingers into the crotch of her shorts. "I want you to do it. I want to watch. Please." Beth reached out and took Linda's hand. She pulled her towards the bed. Linda felt like she was part of a dream. Could this really be happening? Beth put her hand on the back of Linda's neck and pushed her head down towards the huge cock poking up from between the legs of the boy lying on the bed. Linda bent at the waist. Her face moved closer and closer. Lawrence felt something soft brush against the knob of his cock. Linda's mouth opened around him. Her lips slid down his vein-streaked shaft. His hard flesh slid across her tongue. Lawrence opened his eyes and watched his cock slowly disappear into the pretty girl's mouth. He looked up at Beth. "I told you this was your lucky day," she said with a knowing smile. "Enjoy it Larry." Linda attacked Lawrence's cock like a hungry dog. Her head moved up and down in a flurry of quick bobs that drove him against her throat again and again. She gagged and choked and sucked and slurped. Spit drooled from her lips and dibbled down his shaft drenching his pubes. Linda's pussy was screaming for attention. She slid a hand into her shorts and buried two fingers up her cunt. Beth dropped to her knees in front of Bill pulling down his shorts. His hard cock popped out and wavered in her face. She quickly gobbled it into her mouth. Bill watched with amazement as Beth swallowed the last inch of his shaft and pressed her lips against his pubes. He groaned when her tongue snaked out and licked his balls. Lawrence felt his head spinning. His ability to think logically was gone. His body responded to what was happening like it had a mind of its own. He reached out and put his hands on the back of Linda's head thrusting up into her mouth each time she plunged her lips down his shaft. His knob punched into her throat again and again causing her to gag and choke as she eagerly sucked him. Linda desperately needed a cock in her pussy. She pulled her drooling lips from the monster she was sucking and quickly stepped out of her shorts and panties. She climbed on top of Lawrence and, facing away, guided his swollen knob between her folds. She gasped when his cock split her open. She could feel the walls of her cunt stretch around him as she impaled her pussy down his shaft. "Oh... oh god... oooohhhhhh..." The first orgasm exploded inside her cunt before his cock hit bottom. She lifted up and slammed down on him again screaming as more ripples of pleasure spread through her body. Linda continued to ride him like a possessed woman driving the length of his cock deep into her belly over and over. "Look at her," Beth said pulling her drooling lips from Bill's cock. "That's your girlfriend with a huge cock stuffed up her pussy. Look how much she loves it." Bill's eyes got big as he watched Linda getting fucked. Beth was right. She loved it and he loved watching her. He could see the cheeks of Linda's creamy white ass bouncing up and down. A huge shaft of hard flesh speared up into her pussy each time she came crashing down on him. Beth stood and bent over the bed. She kissed Lawrence on the lips shoving her tongue into his mouth. Bill gazed at the swollen pussy hanging between Beth's thighs and dripping with excitement. It was much too inviting. He stepped forward and plunged his hard cock into the juicy depths of her cunt. "Oh fuck... nnnggghhhhhh..." Beth gasped when she felt the hard shaft plow into her body. Lawrence was completely lost in this new dimension he had entered. Somebody's girlfriend was riding his cock. Her boyfriend watched while fucking Beth. The girl riding his cock was screaming like she was in pain. He could feel her pussy clench his hard meat releasing sticky juices that trickled down his shaft and over his balls. Don't just lay there, Larry," Beth told him between gasps. "Fuck her. Give it to her hard. You know she wants it." Lawrence didn't know much of anything. He was beyond knowing. The words echoed in his head. Yes, he thought. I'm going to fuck her. I'm going to give her what she wants. He pulled her back against him and rolled over until Linda was face down on the bed. He yanked her head back by the hair and hammered her pussy hard and fast driving his cock down between her ass cheeks. "Oh... oh god... yes... fuck me... harder... uuunnngghhhh..." Bill watched his girlfriend scream with pleasure as another man's cock hammered her pussy. His head was spinning. He was on the verge of pumping Beth full of cum when she pulled away leaving his throbbing member pulsing with need. She turned around and looked into his desperate eyes. "Your girlfriend looks like she needs a cock in her mouth to go with the one in her pussy," Beth teased. "I don't think she'll mind a little taste of cunt juice on it. She might even enjoy it." Bill was desperate. The idea of watching Linda getting fucked while he rammed his cock in and out of her mouth was intoxicating. The whore deserved it in both ends, he thought. Bill climbed onto the bed and kneeled in front of Linda's face. She was screaming and gasping for air. Lawrence yanked her head back further by tugging on her hair. She looked up at Bill with desperate eyes. "Do it, Bill," Beth barked with her face only inches away. "Shove it in her mouth. Fuck your girlfriend's face while her pussy is getting hammered by someone she doesn't even know." Bill grabbed Linda's head and shoved his hard cock deep into her mouth. He slammed it against the opening to her throat again and again. She gagged and choked trying desperately to catch her breath. Spit drooled from her lips and dripped from her chin. Her pussy exploded around the huge cock stuffed deep in her body. She tried to scream but it came out as a muffled gag. Bill pulled his cock from her lips before she passed out from a lack of air. He felt cum slowly drain back down into his balls. He watched Beth slid a finger between Linda's Creamy cheeks and push it into her asshole. Linda squealed from the unexpected invasion. Beth had a tube of lubrication in her hand. She used it to slide a second finger up Linda's ass. Lawrence was still fucking her like a maniac. He could feel another load of cum churning in his balls and knew it wasn't going to be much longer before he pumped her full of his seed. He looked down and watched Beth's fingers sliding in and out of Linda's ass while he was fucking her. It couldn't be real. It was just another part of the dream he was living. Linda's head was pounding when Bill slammed his cock back into her mouth. She could feel his knob punching into her throat on each thrust. The huge cock fucking her pussy was driving her crazy and now there were two fingers in her ass sending more uncontrollable sensation to her overloaded brain. Her pussy clenched as another orgasm surged through her body. "Fuck her in the ass, Larry," Beth ordered pulling her fingers out of Linda's tight passage. "She wants your big cock up her ass. Give it to her Larry. Give her what she wants. Give it to her hard." Beth wrapped her hand around Lawrence's cock and pulled it from Linda's twitching pussy. She bent over and sucked it into her mouth before dousing it with lubrication. Then she guided his knob to her tight sphincter. Lawrence went along in a daze. He was going to fuck Linda in the ass because Beth wanted him to do it... and he was going to fuck her hard. Bill couldn't believe what he was watching. To his knowledge Linda had never been fucked in the ass - certainly not by his cock. And yet he was excited - more than excited. He couldn't wait to see Lawrence's huge cock slide deep into his girlfriend's tight orifice. The image alone had his cock about to explode. Once again he pulled it from Linda's mouth and felt cum slowly trickle back into his balls. Linda coughed when Bill pulled out his cock. A flood of spit poured from her lips. Her head was spinning so much that she was barely aware of everything that was happening to her. She screamed when Lawrence pushed and drove his huge knob through her sphincter. Linda had only been fucked in the ass once and she didn't like it. She was about to protest when Bill shoved his cock back into her mouth. Beth was talking into Lawrence's ear encouraging him. He could tell that Linda was struggling below him but Beth kept telling him to push deeper so he did. Occasionally she would squirt more lubrication onto his cock. Watching Lawrence slide into his girlfriend's asshole was making Bill crazy. He rammed his cock in and out of her mouth harder and faster. "You fucking whore," Bill shouted as he fucked her face like a maniac. "You love having a cock up your ass and in your mouth, don't you? Slut." He pulled his cock out of Linda's mouth and began slapping it across her face. Linda clenched her teeth trying to absorb the pain as the monster up her ass went deeper and deeper. She heard Bill's words and realized that he was right. She was nothing but a slut and a whore. She squealed when the last inch of his cock disappeared inside her throbbing asshole. "Fuck the whore's ass," Bill shouted as he looked up at Lawrence. "Give it to her hard. Give the slut what she wants while I fuck her face." Lawrence did as he was told. He pulled his cock out and pushed it back in again and again. He could feel her asshole clench tightly against him each time he drove it deep into her body. Bill grabbed her hair and rammed his cock into her throat. He fucked her face like a maniac with his eyes glued to Linda's sphincter wrapped tightly around Lawrence's thrusting cock. At first the pain throbbed but it slowly went away until there was only pressure and then... yes, pleasure. She was doing it. She was getting fucked like a whore with a huge cock up her ass and another pounding into her throat. Linda slid a hand under her body and found her throbbing clit. She gagged on the cock in her mouth as her pussy clenched and juices trickled over her fingers. Bill couldn't take anymore. Her yanked her head up by the hair and pulled his cock from her mouth. With his other hand he aimed it at Linda's face. A steady river of cum exploded between her eyes and splashed into her hair. More splattered across her nose and lips. He shoved his spewing cock into her mouth and pumped several more spurts down her throat. The feeling of hot cum on her face and the huge cock pounding her ass sent Linda spinning into another orgasm. She felt the cock in her asshole swell. Seconds later she was filled with a huge load of thick cream. Linda rubbed her clit to another mind shattering orgasm. She was still catching her breath when she felt the huge cock pull out of her cum-filled asshole. "See Larry," Beth said as he fell back on the bed. "I told you this was going to be your lucky day. You got a blowjob, you got to eat pussy, you fucked two women and you fucked a girl in the ass... and the day's not even over, Larry." The Big Bang Theory: Bernadette's B Fictional story about fictional characters ***** Penny was very proud of herself: with all the hasty, hectic preparations surrounding Howard and Bernadette's wedding; she had succeeded in planning a bachelorette party for her best friend. She almost chuckled out loud, thinking about how Bernadette was sincerely her best friend. A couple years ago she never would have imagined herself being "besties" with a woman who possessed a doctorate and worked in a research lab. Everyone just thought of her as the "dumb blond farmgirl" who got by in life solely because of her appearance. They had met when Bernadette had taken a part/time job at the Cheesecake Factory where Penny was employed. Howard Wolowitz, or "nerd # 3" as Penny thought of him, had been selected to spend time aboard the orbiting space station because he had designed some of the equipment they were testing. The shuttle launch date had been rescheduled several times, and consequently the wedding date had been juggled. The bachelorette party had been planned in a hurry, but Penny was confident it was going to proceed without a hitch The timing had actually worked out perfectly. The party coincided with a marathon film festival at one of the local theaters, featuring the showing of all six "Star Wars" movies consecutively. The nerd quartet (consisting of "nerd # 1" Sheldon Cooper; "nerd # 2" Leonard Hofstadter, who just happened to be Penny's endearing boyfriend; the aforementioned "nerd # 3"; and "nerd # 4" Raj Koothrappali) would definitely be attending for at least the first twelve hours (and who knows, maybe staying for the second showing of all six classics). The girls would be able to party in Penny's apartment without fear of being interrupted. When Howard's overbearing mother discovered Penny was throwing Bernadette a party, she had insisted that it be held at her home. Penny had acquiesced to avoid any confrontation, and had invited several of Bernadette's fellow lab colleagues,and of course, their third musketeer, Amy Farrah Fowler (who was Sheldon's girlfriend). Amy was also a nerd; a neurobiologist, who had met Sheldon when the other nerds had submitted his name to an online dating service. Penny had adjusted her plans to accommodate Bernadette's future mother, and decided that after the party, the trio of friends would continue on to the Cheesecake Factory for a few drinks, and then retire to Penny's apartment for a private party. She wanted a more intimate atmosphere for this part of the celebration; one where they could all relax and completely lose their inhibitions. While working at the Cheesecake Factory, Penny had made the acquaintance of a guy employed by a company called "Dancing Bear." They were party-planners who specialized in raunchy male-stripper based parties; perfect for bachelorette parties. Penny could not really afford to pay for the service, but had dated Will a couple of times and called to ask him if he would perform as a favor to her and Bernadette. He had always had the "hots" for Penny, and when he heard she would be attending the party, he readily agreed; and offered to bring along one of his fellow performers. Penny could not wait to see the reaction of the incredibly shy and reserved Amy, when one of the strippers thrust his thong in her direction. Penny and Bernadette suspected that Amy was still a virgin; and would probably remain that way if she continued to date Sheldon (who everyone considered virtually asexual). Amy yearned for a more intimate relationship from Sheldon, but he seemed incapable of a traditional sexual association. Before leaving to pick up Bernadette and Amy, Penny walked across the hall to Sheldon and Leonard's apartment to say "good night" to her boyfriend. She was fairly certain that one day she would agree to marry, "her little nerd," Leonard because she loved him dearly. When she entered the apartment, the quartet of scientists were debating the pros and cons of attending the film festival in full costume. Sheldon, of course, was adamant about wearing his Obi-Wan Kenobi attire. He reminded everyone that he was going as the most intelligent and wise character. Leonard finally convinced the other two nerds that wearing their Storm Trooper costumes for, at least, twelve hours sitting in a movie theater would be worse than uncomfortable; not to mention the bathroom difficulties. When Leonard noticed Penny standing inside the door, his face lit up like a halogen bulb; and Penny was reminded once again why she was in love with this diminutive nerd. Penny gave Leonard a lingering kiss, and Howard called out, "make sure you take good care of my future bride, tonight." Even though he had toned down his lecherous demeanor, Howard still made Penny's skin crawl. Every time he looked at her, she just knew he was imagining her naked. "Don't worry," she replied, "I'll be sure to get her home safely." She smiled to herself, thinking of the night she had planned for his fiancee. The party at the Wolowitz residence proceeded without a hitch and everyone appeared to enjoy themselves. Mrs. Wolowitz even made it downstairs to participate. Bernadette was showered with the usual bachelorette party gifts; most of which were intended to make her blush. Penny gave her a totally sheer , short black negligee; complete with crotchless panties. One of her work friends gave her, what she called, a "Howard substitute," which was a huge purple dildo. It was one of the flexible gel types, and must have been twelve inches long. Everyone had fits of laughter watching Bernadette wave it around. Although Amy seemed embarrassed, Bernadette just laughed along with her friends. Even Mrs. Wolowitz joined in the fun, declaring in her irritating voice, "now you'll have something to keep you company when my Howard goes into space." Since no alcohol was served at the Wolowitz home, Penny had made arrangements with the bartender at the Cheesecake Factory to make sure to add additional spirits to whatever drinks the girls ordered that evening. She wanted to make sure Bernadette and Amy were totally relaxed and receptive to the festivities she had planned back at her apartment. She had never seen Amy lose her inhibitions before and wondered how she would respond. Penny reasoned that some of "sensible Leonard" must be rubbing off on her, because she called a cab for the ride home, instead of driving them herself. Both Amy and Bernadette were more extroverted than usual in the Cheesecake Factory, and ended up being totally raucous in the taxi trip back to Penny's. Bernadette had more of a tolerance for alcohol, but Amy much more than a drink or two, or a couple glasses of wine. She went from being the shy, reserved scientist; to being a randy, chatterbox. She even made several lewd comments about one of the waiters. The trio was in a totally comradely and blissful mood as they staggered up the stairs and into Penny's apartment, where they plopped down onto the sofa. Penny had suggested that the remainder of the evenings festivities consist of a slumber party sleepover. They had brought all of Bernadette's gifts and spread them out on the coffee table. Penny and Amy insisted that Bernadette wear her new negligee, and she giggled and agreed. Penny, not embarrassed in the least, immediately threw off her clothes and slipped on her favorite transparent, purple babydoll negligee. The matching panties were of the thong variety and her rosy nipples were completely visible through the sheer material. Penny's breasts were absolute perfection: 34 C and totally firm. Her bare legs shapely and endlessly long. An inebriated Bernadette, also showed no modesty as she stripped completely and put on her new nightie. She was short in stature, but Penny and Amy saw that she was built like the proverbial "brick house," referenced in the Commodores famous song. Her huge 36 D breasts seemed disproportionate to her petite body; making her seem top-heavy; and her ass was larger than they ever expected. Like Penny, they could see her pubic area was completely shaved. The negligee was so short that when she moved, even slightly, her slit was exposed because of the crotchless panties. Penny saw something shiny between Bernadette's legs, and exclaimed, "Bernadette, you little slut; is that a piercing I see?" Proving that alcohol does indeed suppress the inhibitions, Bernadette sat down on the sofa, unhesitatingly spread her legs and replied, "oh, this old thing? Yes, I've had this since a drunken college escapade." Although mildly disconcerted, Penny and Amy kneeled in front of her and found themselves inspecting Bernadette's pussy. Their first impression was that her labia were almost unnaturally long; almost like flaps; Penny secretly wondered if she could actually tie them in a knot. Secondly, her left lip had a small gold ring attached to it. Amy blurted out, "wow, Penny; and Sheldon thinks you're the slut." Penny, only slightly annoyed, quipped, "thanks for that, Amy. Bernadette, how does it feel? Wasn't it incredibly painful?" "It was uncomfortable for a couple days afterward; but I was drunk for one of those days, so I really didn't notice. Now, I don't even notice it's there," Bernadette explained; and she demonstrated by reaching down and giving the ring a tug, extending her long lip even farther. "How has Howard not leaked this to the others," Penny wanted to know. "Oh, I told him that if anyone ever found out about it, I would remove it forever," Bernadette answered, "and it really turns him on." She closed her legs, and they waited for Amy to change. She had brought her flannel pajamas adorned with pictures of microscopes and beakers. Penny insisted, "oh no you don't. If you're going to wear flannel, you can only wear the top. We all have to be sexy at this slumber party." Since Amy was under the influence, she readily agreed, and removed the pajama bottoms and tossed them behind the sofa. Penny and Bernadette giggled slightly when they saw her plain white "granny panties," and Penny assured her, "I'm going to get you a pair of my sexy panties to wear... and yes, they're clean." She ran into her bedroom and returned with a pair of red satin bikini panties for Amy. When she was changing, they couldn't help notice the jungle growing between her legs, and Bernadette joked, "what species of bird made that nest between your thighs?" "OK, that's our first party game for tonight," Penny suggested, "we are going to help Amy do some ladyscaping. Is that your cell phone I see in your breast pocket?" Amy replied, "of course. I have to keep it just in case Sheldon needs to reach me." "You're kidding right," Penny asked, "you know he's wearing his Obi Bobi, or whoever, costume. You know when he's wearing his costume, he's in character; and that character doesn't even know you exist. His underwear is hand stitched from the same material, you know." "How are you acquainted with my Sheldon's undergarments," Amy wanted to know. "Oh he told everyone all about the authenticity of his costume at the comic book store's Halloween party a couple years ago," Bernadette informed here. Penny first retrieved a pre-cut bowl of lemon slices from the refrigerator, three shot glasses, and a bottle of tequila from her kitchenette and placed them on the coffee table alongside Bernadette's gifts. Then she collected a couple towels, a dishpan half-full of warm water, a pair of scissors, Leonard's can of shaving cream, and a new disposable razor. After a couple of tequila shots, they slid Amy's new red panties off her surprisingly shapely legs, sat her on the sofa with her legs spread wide, and began to trim her jungle with the scissors. When they had groomed her dark pubic hair close to her skin, they collected the impressive amount of hair in one of the towels, and had her sit on the other one. Bernadette shook the can of cream and sprayed a generous coating all over Amy's crotch. As Amy downed another shot, she giggled and remarked, "ooo, that's cold and gives me goose-bumps." Not wanting to completely depilate her, Penny very carefully began to shave the remaining stubble into a very neat triangle surrounding Amy's slit. When she was finished, Bernadette wet a corner of the towel, and wiped the remnants of cream from Amy's groin. Penny brought a small bottle of baby-oil from the bedroom and smoothed a generous amount around Amy's pubic mound just in case there was any razor burn. Bernadette reached into her purse for her compact, and handed Amy the small mirror so she could inspect her newly shorn pubic area. A very tipsy Amy held the mirror down between her legs, and a wide grin stretched across her face as she gently fingered her labia and slurred, "well hello there... I haven't seen you in years." She was so captivated by the results, she didn't even bother putting her panties back on. As Penny put some music on, the friends started dancing around and poured another round of tequila, when the doorbell rang out. They were all so wasted at this point that all modesty was out the window, and they didn't even bother covering up their skimpy nightclothes as Penny opened the door. Two male police officers stepped into the apartment, and Penny immediately recognized Will in uniform/costume. She smiled slyly as he announced, "we've had some complaints about the noise." Bernadette and Amy stopped dead in their tracks, suddenly feeling guilty for being so drunk, but never even offering to turn the music volume down. Amy blurted out , "we're very sorry officer, what can we do to atone for our indiscretion." In one sweeping motion Will tore off his breakaway police costume shirt, and bare chested replied, "well you can start by pointing out the soon-to-be bride." Amy was too startled to verbalize a reply, so as her eyes scanned his torso, she merely pointed toward Bernadette. Will immediately advanced toward the smiling Bernadette and began to dance and sway his hips as he circled her. His partner, a towering black man, introduced himself to Penny as Javy, and also started to dance around the bride-to-be. He whipped off his shirt revealing a chiseled, shaved chest. Will was about five feet ten inches tall, and Javy made him appear small. He must have been at least six foot six. Both of them dwarfed the petite body of Bernadette. Bernadette's face had blushed momentarily, but she was now dancing between the two half naked men, and scolded Penny, "you arranged this didn't you... why didn't you tell me." It was a rhetorical question, and she was really getting into the dancing; her huge breasts bouncing uncontrollably inside the skimpy material. Amy stood to the side, her mouth actually hanging open, observing the two hunks gyrating around Bernadette. Penny put her arm around Amy and inquired, "so, how are those lady parts feeling?" "My loins are on fire; and I mean in a sensual way, not in a urinary tract infection kind of response," Amy absentmindedly answered. "OK," was all Penny said as she grabbed Amy's hands and they began to dance together. Will shouted out, "Penny, we need a chair," as he continued to grind against Bernadette. Penny grabbed a chair from her kitchen table, moved the coffee table to the side,and placed the chair in front of the sofa. Will and Javy each took one of Bernadette's tiny hands and led her to the chair, where she willingly sat. Penny and Amy took a seat on the sofa and watched as the men began to perform a bump-and-grind strip in front of Bernadette. They kicked off their shoes, and removed their belts; pretending to flog Bernadette with them. They thrust their pelvises in her face and indicated they wanted her to unsnap and unzip their uniform pants. She didn't even blush as her fingers deftly opened their flys. Both men then slowly and tantalizingly lowered their trousers, revealing the tiny thongs they had concealed. As they kicked their pants away, Penny could not help but notice the sizable "packages" their thongs were straining to hide. It was confirmed that Bernadette was totally inebriated when she reached for Will's thong pouch and shouted, "take it off, you piece of man meat." Will gyrated his hips, teasing Bernadette, and then thrusting his groin at her grinning visage; lowered his thong and draped it over her shoulder. When he removed his underwear, his quite sizable penis flopped out directly in front of Bernadette's face. It must have been a good eight inches in length, still flaccid. He moved aside to let Javy stand in front of her, and she surprised everyone when she reached up to his hips and began to tug his thong down his long legs. All three women audibly gasped when his meat poured out and hung between his legs. It was still soft and yet it was at least a foot long. As they swayed their hips in Bernadette's face, their cocks looked like pendulums swinging between their legs. Penny heard Amy moan, "wow," and when she looked beside her; Amy's hand was in her crotch rubbing her oily pussy. "Yeah, I know what you mean," Penny agreed, " the last time I saw a cock that big was back in Nebraska... on a horse." Bernadette, drunk and horny, reached up with both hands and wrapped her fingers around both cocks. As she began to stoke them, they seemed to grow like magic. Will's cock grew in her hand to at least ten inches, and his crown resembled a ripe peach. In her other hand, her fingers would not nearly encircle Javy's monster. It was still about a foot long, but was now as big around as her forearm; it was as if a balloon had inflated. She opened her mouth, licked the slit on his head, and then sucked the crown past her lips. The contrast between her pale skin, and blond hair; and his coal black cock was striking. She continued to stroke Will, while sucking Javy's crown and fondling his scrotum. Penny sat on the sofa and absentmindedly rubbed her jellybean sized nipples through the purple gauze. She leaned over to the preoccupied Amy and whispered, "I know this is none of my business sweetie, but are you still a virgin?" Amy snapped put of her stupor and responded, "well since this is the type of information that I assume friends share: I have never been with a man, if that's what you mean. I'm saving myself for Sheldon; but I am technically not a virgin... a girl has needs, you know. I know how to achieve orgasm." Penny pursed her lips and answered, "ok then... good to know. I guess you're not interested in sampling either of these two hunks." Will and Javy were busy sliding the straps of Bernadette's nightie off her shoulders and exposing her impressive breasts. Her brown areola were the size of silver dollars and her erect nipples were long and hard. They hefted her massive tits like they were weighing them and proceeded to knead them like mounds of bread dough. Penny could hear Bernadette moan around Javy's log as they pinched her nipples. She pulled Javy from her mouth and stood on wobbly legs, never letting go of the two poles. Penny suggested, "maybe we should go into the bedroom where we can be more comfortable." Bernadette, almost breathless, shook her head in the affirmative and asked, "I deserve a last fling... right?" Penny knew in her heart that neither she or Bernadette would ever cheat on their respective mates again, as she confirmed, "yes, we both do. What happens in Penny's apartment; stays in Penny's apartment." Bernadette, knowing that Amy could never keep a secret from Sheldon; looked straight into Amy's eyes and ordered firmly, "this means you, too." Amy shook her head up and down, grabbed the tequila bottle, and followed everyone into Penny's bedroom. The floor was a mess; clothes and magazines strewn everywhere; but they followed Penny's lead and just shoved everything out of the way with their bare feet as they went straight for the bed. Bernadette was still holding Will and Javy by their penises, her black nightgown bunched around her waist. As she stood by the bed, she released their cocks so Will and Javy could pull her nightie down to the floor along with her sexy, crotchless panties. They gently urged her pale body to sit on the side of the bed and pulled her legs apart. Will sat beside her and fondled her huge jugs, as Javy kneeled between her legs and ,starting at the knees, kissed his way up her thighs. As he approached her bald mound, she parted her legs even farther to permit access. He slowly took her gold ring in his teeth and tugged; stretching her lip to it's limit. He nudged his nose into her glistening slit, and slid his tongue all the way from her ass hole, up her slit, until he reached where her very prominent clit was protruding from its sheath. The Big Bang Theory: Bernadette's B Penny and Amy had sat on the floor, yoga style, and could see Bernadette shudder when Javy gently took her clit between his teeth and nibbled. Suddenly Javy's face was drenched in fluid, as Bernadette literally squirted her orgasm. He stood between her widespread legs and began to slide his monster tool up between her immense tits. She squashed them together with her hands, creating a sweaty channel for him to fuck. The contrast of his black pole sliding between her pale breasts was incredibly erotic. She gasped, "ok, enough foreplay... I need something hard inside me." Javy eagerly scrambled onto the bed and lay back; holding his pole so that it pointed straight up at the ceiling. It truly looked abnormal; almost like a third leg growing out of his groin. His body was so massive that Bernadette looked like a dwarf as she crawled up his legs and straddled his waist. Raising completely up on her knees, she reached down between her legs and used both hands to spread her flaps apart. All ten eyes in the room were on her pussy, as Javy wedged his huge head into her slit. Her lips wrapped around his crown as it penetrated her cunt. Bernadette had never had anything nearly that large inside her, and she knew it was going to stretch her to her limit, but she was so horny that she couldn't wait. When his head was firmly wedged inside her, and she was positioned directly above him; she threw her legs out to the side, and in one motion sank down on his monster, completely impaling herself. Bernadette threw her head back, her blond hair reaching far down her bare back and everyone could hear her high pitched voice squeal, "ahhhhhhhhhh ," as his enormous cock disappeared inside her. It was an incredible sight: his pole was so long,and she was so petite that it seemed like his cock should be poking its way out her open mouth. "Oh, that's good," she moaned, as she ground her pubic bone down into his. She was so tiny that she resembled a doll sitting on Javy's lap, as he grasped her small waist in his huge hands and began to lift her up and nearly off his black log. When they were almost uncoupled, he jammed her body down hard onto his groin, impaling her completely again. Bernadette's eyes rolled back into their sockets, and she continued moaning as he began to thrust forcefully up into her tiny hole. Her cunt was being stretched farther than it ever had, and every nerve inside her was responding. Javy's lap was completely soaked by her copious juices as she had multiple orgasms. They both stared between her legs and watched her elongated lips grip his cock on the withdrawal, and then were amazed by the sight of her labia ring being forced up inside her when he jammed his massive tool up into her pussy. He increased the pace and intensity of his thrusts, and her enormous breasts flopped in circles against her chest, making slapping sounds against her skin. Will had remembered seeing the bottle of baby oil on the coffee table and quickly retrieved it before climbing back onto the bed behind Bernadette. He squirted some in his hand and then rubbed it onto the length of his sausage. He urged Bernadette's body forward so that she was laying on top of Javy's chest, and used his oil-covered hands to spread her generous ass cheeks apart. As he nudged his huge head against her exposed ass hole, Penny began to object," geez Will, I'm not so sure... " Bernadette, her eyes glazing over, looked over her shoulder at Will and responded, "no, that's OK Penny. I love it up my ass, but I would never dare tell my Howie... he would think I'm some kind of perv." Penny thought to herself, "yeah right... you're the perv in that relationship." The crown of Will's cock was about twice the size of Bernadette's petite ass hole, and Penny would have taken bets that it would never fit inside; but Bernadette seemed to have no such worries. She pressed her little body into Javy and presented her ample booty as a target. Will twisted and cork-screwed his peach-sized crown against her rear hole, and strained to force it past her sphincter. As his thumbs spread her cheeks as far as he could, his tip finally popped through her opening and into her ass hole. He didn't even hesitate, but kept the momentum of his forward pressure; and inch by agonizing inch, his impressive cock vanished inside her. Penny was totally impressed with the ease in which Bernadette accepted both monster cocks inside her tiny body. "How in the world did they both fit inside her; and where did they go," Penny asked herself. Bernadette was skewered in both holes by absolutely giant cocks, and she loved every minute of it. The excess alcohol she had consumed turned out to be beneficial; because it allowed her to be totally relaxed as her holes were violated. Will and Javy began to slowly withdraw their cocks and then simultaneously slide them back inside her. She sounded hoarse as she groaned, "oh that's wonderful... fuck me you sexy studs." They gradually increased their pace, sandwiching her between them. As Javy thrust his pole up into her cunt; Will's balls slapped against her generous cheeks as he drilled her ass hole. Every few strokes, Javy would pause and just grind his pubic bone up against hers, his cock fully imbedded in her. Penny and Amy gave up trying to count the number of times Bernadette shivered and whispered, "don't stop... I'm cumming." Penny had discarded her babydoll nightgown and was now clad only in the matching bikini panties. She rolled her jellybean nipples between her fingers as she watched her best friend being violently double-penetrated. She heard Amy moan and looked beside her just in time to see her place the tequila bottle on the floor between her legs, and then squat down so that the neck of the bottle penetrated her newly trimmed pussy. Amy's eyes were closed as she sat back on her rump and started to jam the bottle in and out of her slit. If you had asked Bernadette what her name was at that point, she probably wouldn't have been able to tell you. Her eyelids fluttered as the two giant poles hammered her holes, stretching them out farther than they had ever been. She could feel the cocks inside her bumping against each other, separated by a thin membrane. "Oh geez... cum inside me... cum in my asshole... I need to feel it," she begged. The two men started to jam their logs into her battered holes with all their force. They jack-hammered their cocks into her with blazing speed, her tits jiggling as they were forced out to the side as she lay trapped against Javy. Will was the first to fill one of her holes, as he began to spurt deep inside her ass. Feeling Will twitch, spurred Javy to follow suit, and he flooded Bernadette's pussy with his hot seed. She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out, as her petite body was racked by convulsions. Her arms and legs flailed as she came. The three lovers then lay there spent; the three bodies seeming to merge into one. Bernadette could feel the cum leaking out of her pussy and ass, as their cocks began to shrivel inside her. After a very short recovery period, Bernadette became her usual, effervescent self; and wanted to know, "ok, who's next." She squirmed to work her way out of the sandwich, and felt their snakes slip out of her holes. As she stood, their creamy fluid streamed down her thighs, and she grabbed some discarded article of clothing from Penny's floor and wiped her crotch. "I know Amy is saving herself for Sheldon; so let's go Penny... show us how it's done," she chirped. Noticing Amy still sitting on the floor with the tequila bottle between her legs, she hugged Penny, saying, "thank you for this." Penny, strangely aroused by the feel of their naked tits caressing together, eagerly slid her panties down her long, smooth legs, and jumped onto the bed. She sat between the two men, who were now sitting on the side of the bed, their cocks dangling down between their legs like snakes. She reached to her sides and grasped a flaccid penis in each hand, asking, "would anyone like to fuck me?" Will immediately volunteered, "I've wanted to stick my cock in you since the first time I met you." "Why thank you sweetie," Penny blushed, "what a nice thing to say. Today is your lucky day... and mine too." Bernadette, swiftly retrieved her new dildo from the coffee table and offered it to Amy, instead of the bottle, "here try this, it will give you a better idea what the real thing will feel like." She grabbed the bottle of baby oil from the floor where it had fallen, and squirted some of the slick fluid onto "Big Howie," as she now referred to the huge gel cock. She kneeled between Amy's legs, removed the tequila bottle, and slowly and gently replaced it inside Amy with the long dildo. "You really have a nice pussy, Amy," remarked Bernadette as she began fucking her with the fake cock, "Sheldon doesn't know what he's missing." "Thank you, Bernadette," gasped Amy, "oh good Lord that feels good. I'm going to close my eyes and imagine that's Sheldon inside me." As Penny swiftly brought their poles back to attention, Will and Javy each took one of her rosy nipples in their months and gently nibbled her totally erect jellybeans. She was mesmerized by the size of the tools in her hands. Her fingers did not even come close to completely encircling them. She loved Leonard with all her heart, and even though he was no slouch in the size department; every now and then a girl needs to feel a giant cock inside her. She was certainly no virgin, and had seen (and felt) her share of cocks; but these two were possibly the finest specimens she had ever seen. Penny inquired, "if you guys are up for it, excuse the pun, would you like to fulfill a fantasy of mine? I have always wondered what it would feel like to have two cocks in my pussy at the same time." The two men nearly fell off the side of the bed, as they scrambled to be first to lay down. Will won the race, and lay flat on his back; his ten inches laying on his stomach, waiting for the girl he had often fantasized about. God she was beautiful: her perfectly round breasts were firm with just the right amount of jiggle; her legs long and taut; her bald mound and puffy lips glistened between her legs with anticipation. Her light blond hair cascading around her pale naked shoulders made her look like an angel... an angel who was about to receive the fucking of her life. Penny stood on the bed, walked up and put one foot on each side of Wills prone body; her back facing him. Will thought to himself that she had the most perfect ass he had ever seen, as he grasped his tool and pointed it straight up toward the ceiling. As Penny began to squat toward his lap, she reached down with both hands and spread her wet lips apart to make a nice, slippery target. When she felt his large crown firmly nestled into her slit, she just threw her legs out to the side and sat down... totally impaling herself in one swift motion. Her eyes grew wide as she felt his entire cock deep inside her pussy. She ground her wonderful cheeks into his lap and moaned, "oh Will, your cock feels so good inside me." He had his cock buried inside the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, and this was all it took to spur him on. He grasped her tiny waist in his hands, and began to ram his cock upward into her pussy. He could hear their naked bodies slap together as he thrust up into her. Her tits bounced randomly on her chest, and she pinched both nipples between her thumbs and middle fingers. As Javy crawled up the bed towards them, his mammoth cock dragging between his legs; Penny remembered her fantasy, and stopped bouncing her body on Will's lap. Will, wondering why she had stopped, emerged from his self-induced daze, and saw Javy advancing between their outstretched thighs. He put his hands around Penny's perfect tits and pulled her body back down onto his, until she was laying on top of him. He inhaled the scent of her shampoo, as her blond manes surrounded his face. Penny was incredibly excited and her heart raced as she bent her head down and watched Javy approach them with his incredible log in his hands. Bernadette raced over to the bedside with the baby oil and squirted it all over Javy's monster; thoroughly enjoying spreading it around with her tiny hands. She watched, hypnotized, as Penny reached down with both hands and pulled her cunt lips as far apart as possible, to allow Javy entrance. Javy tried to wedge his crown into Penny's already full slit; the bottom of his cock against the bottom of Will's. Bernadette assisted by using her fingers to help spread Penny's lips, and Javy violently, forced his crown to penetrate Penny's slippery cunt. Sensing it might make the initial double-penetration easier; Will partially withdrew his cock; and then they simultaneously slid them into Penny's stretched out hole. They continued with their pressure until both enormous cocks had disappeared into Penny's cunt. Bernadette was fascinated by the sight. Penny's cunt lips were stretched beyond belief as they encircled their two massive cocks. Her stomach was actually distended by the pressure inside her pussy. Bernadette gently caressed Penny's tummy, and could clearly feel the outline of Javy's log beneath her skin. Penny just lay back against Will's chest; her mouth open, but not making a sound. Her hands were out to the side and her fists clutched the comforter, as she grit her teeth. Her cunt was completely and utterly stuffed with hard cock, and the feeling was unbelievable. When Will and Javy began to withdraw their poles at the same time; and slowly and deliberately slide them back inside her juicy hole; Penny shrieked, "oh my fucking God... that feels so fucking good." They very slowly fucked her wonderful cunt until they thought she might be used to their girth, and then they began to increase their pace. Little by little they increased their speed, until they were thrusting into her belly with all their might. Feeling out of control with lust, Penny screamed, "oh my fucking God... fuck me you bastards... fuck the shit out of me... jam those fucking cocks up my cunt." She was having one orgasm after another as they rammed her cunt full of their cocks. Her body was twitching and jerking as they forcefully penetrated her stretched out hole. In and out of her cunt they thrust their monster cocks. Even Amy, looking spent and disheveled, had gathered around the bed to watch the spectacle, still clutching "Big Howie" in her hand. Bernadette saw her, and her eyes twinkled. Even though Amy had no idea what she was referencing, Bernadette giggled, "oh what a wicked idea Amy; I never would have thought of it." Bernadette took her "Big Howie" from Amy and squirted baby oil along the entire twelve inches. She leaned over the bed, tapped Javy on the back, and announced, "if you guys can stop for just a minute; let's try an experiment here." They both looked at her holding the purple plastic cock, and ceased their thrusts. Penny immediately pleaded, "no, don't you dare stop," and then looking at a grinning Bernadette, shouted, "oh no... you wouldn't... you bitch." But Bernadette would. She reached over and nudged the head of the flexible dildo against Penny's wide spread slit, to the side of Javy and Will's hard cocks. She twisted the dildo like a drill, pushing it forward with all her strength, attempting to force it into Penny's cunt. Penny had been holding her breath, and when she finally exhaled, it relaxed her muscles just enough that the gel-cock penetrated her hole. Penny wasn't sure, but if you had asked her later, she would have said she probably lost consciousness momentarily. Bernadette continued to twist the purple plastic rod until it was almost completely inside Penny's pussy. She knew her slit was probably at the point where the flesh was ready to tear; but for some reason that made the situation all the more erotic. Her cunt was stretched wider than it had been designed to stretch, and the pleasure she felt was mixed with pain. She remembered someone once saying that there was a fine line between pain and pleasure; and now she knew what they meant. Her body was getting used to the pain, and it was becoming all ecstasy. It was an incredible sight to behold: an absolutely stunning blonde with nearly three feet of hard cock jammed inside her cunt. Amy and Bernadette attempted to help by each grasping one of Penny's amazing legs, and spreading them apart like a Thanksgiving turkey's wishbone. To Penny, it felt like someone had shoved a two-liter bottle of soda up her pussy. The upside, was that every single nerve ending in her vagina was being stimulated; and when they simultaneously began to slowly withdraw all three cocks, the sensation was absolute heaven. Her cunt was so stretched out that Javy's monster cock was sliding against her engorged clit with every movement. While Javy and Will withdrew their giant poles agonizingly slow, Bernadette matched their motions with the purple dong. Lubrication was certainly no problem because Penny had cum so many times that their invading cocks were drenched. Penny tried to see the invasion, but of course could not see beyond Javy's large body. She actually wanted to ask someone to take a picture, but somehow coherent words were not coming to mind. Amy was way ahead of her though; she had Penny's leg in one hand and in the other she was clicking pictures of the epic penetration using her cell phone. When they had withdrawn all three cocks almost completely; they immediately began to slowly slide them back up inside Penny's belly. They repeated this teasing rhythm several times, each time going balls-deep inside her. The next time they had reached maximum withdrawal; they changed tactics and without warning violently rammed their immense logs up inside Penny's cunt with all their strength. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets, her mouth opened, and she howled at the top of her lungs, "ahhhhhhhhhhh... oh my fucking God." It felt like a football had been shoved up her pussy; and she loved it. At that moment she was convinced that there was no better feeling in the world than having her cunt stretched by big, hard cocks. As they proceeded to fuck her as hard and fast as they could, she begged, "fuck me... oh my fucking God... fuck me... fuck me... fuck me!" Her wonderful body jerked, shook and shivered as she had more orgasms than she could ever count. Will and Javy had already cum inside Bernadette, so they were able to last much longer with Penny. They fucked her pussy at a dizzying pace, all three bodies drenched in sweat. Penny, in the throes of ultimate ecstacy pleaded with them, "don't ever stop fucking me. Jam your fucking cocks into me." But as Javy stared at the face of the angel beneath him, he knew he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. She truly was breathtaking, and he suddenly wanted nothing more than to fill her belly with his seed. He calmly asked Will, "are you ready, man?" Will grunted in reply, " oh yeah... let's do it." Together, they crammed their giant cocks up inside Penny's cunt as far as they would go, and ground their pelvises against her ass cheeks and pubic bone. Bernadette, reading their intention, shoved the huge dildo so far inside Penny that there was just enough sticking out that she could grasp it with her fingertips. Penny could feel their poles twitch inside her and suddenly her cunt felt white hot, as they spewed their cum against her cervix. Her eyes rolled and her whole body went into a spasm as she joined them in orgasm. Their cocks continued to jerk as they pumped every drop of their seed into her. Bernadette slowly withdrew the fake cock, held it in front of her face ,and then licked its length like a lollipop. Amy came around to her side of the bed, and joined her in cleaning the sex toy with their tongues. Penny lay trapped between Will and Javy as they lay in a pile, recovering from their marathon fuck. As their cocks slowly shriveled inside her, it felt like a balloon deflating in her pussy. Finally, Javy's now flaccid prick slipped out of her pussy, and he crawled down to sit on the side of the bed. A totally spent Penny rolled off Will and sat beside her ebony lover. Will joined them as he leaned over, retrieved a towel from Penny's cluttered floor, and began to wipe the sweat off himself. The two studs kissed the side of Penny's forehead, and lumbered off into the living room to get their clothes so they could leave to go to a "paying" engagement. The Big Bang Theory: Bernadette's B Amy and Bernadette looked at Penny and their gaze was drawn to her crotch, where her cunt was no longer a slit; but resembled a pink cavern. They crawled over to the bed and sat on the floor, one on each side of Penny's wide-spread legs. All three watched mesmerized as large gobs of cum continued to drool out of her hole. A mischievous grin crossed Bernadette's face. As she asked Penny, "since you're living out your fantasies tonight; have you ever wondered what this would feel like ," and she suddenly reached up with her right hand and swiftly stuffed her entire fist up Penny's well-worn cunt. Penny's eyes bulged as she realized what Bernadette had done; but strangely, there was no discomfort in her crotch. Her pussy had already been stretched so far, that Bernadette's hand easily slipped inside her. As Penny looked down between her legs, Bernadette's hand had disappeared above her wrist inside her juicy hole with apparently no resistance. The ample lubrication provided by Will and Javy's cum was allowing Bernadette to slide her fist in and out of Penny's pink pussy like a giant cock. Bernadette shoved her arm up inside Penny until her entire forearm, up to her elbow, was deep inside her belly. Then inspiration struck, and she began to extend and wriggle her fingers inside Penny's tunnel. This was a completely new sensation to Penny and she flopped back on the bed, writhing in pleasure. "Oh my God Bernadette. You wicked bitch. Fuck me honey... fuck me." Bernadette felt Penny's cunt muscles convulse around her hand, as she vigorously fist fucked her. Amy, fascinated by this display, climbed on the bed and began to pinch Penny's rosy nipples between her fingers. Her head was nearly touching Penny's crotch as she inspected her hole being penetrated by Bernadette's arm. As Bernadette flexed her fingers and scratched the inside of Penny's pussy; Penny groaned, "oh fuuuuucccck that feels good." Her entire body thrashed around on the bed as she came around the arm thrust up inside her cunt. Penny just lay there, too exhausted to move, her legs hanging off the side of the bed; cum dribbling out of her wide open hole and soaking the comforter. Amy and Bernadette lay down on each side of her; all three just staring at the ceiling. Penny was the first to break the silence, "hope you had a good time tonight Bernadette." "It was wonderful, a night I will never forget," she answered gratefully, "you are the best friends a girl could have. Amy, I want you to have "Big Howie," but you can name it anything you want. Remember, what happens in Penny's apartment, stays in Penny's apartment." "That is most generous of you, Bernadette; thank you. I wonder how the guys are doing," Amy replied. "Oh you know them," Penny giggled, "they're in a galaxy far, far away... as usual." ***** (All feedback, positive or negative is encouraged and welcome. The Big Bang Theory: The Nerds Invade The Big Easy Christmas had come early for the nerd world. The second week of June, to be exact. As they might have put it: the stars had aligned perfectly. The National Academy of Science had scheduled their annual physics symposium for the New Orleans civic center during the same week that a huge comic book/ science fiction convention was taking place at the SuperDome. Sheldon, the self-proclaimed "king of the nerds", had been babbling continuously about the keynote speaker; some brainiac named Hawking. The remaining trio of nerds; Leonard, Raj, and Howard had driven Penny to exasperation with their praise about the special guest at the comic book convention; a writer named Stan Lee. Penny thought he had something to do with Batman or Spiderman...she wasn't sure and she didn't really care. Leonard, her boyfriend, had exchanged his first-class airline ticket for two coach seats, and invited her to come with them. She had always wanted to see New Orleans, and accepted immediately. Her friends still made fun of her for dating a nerd; and they were still surprised every time she told them she would much rather be treated with respect by a nerd, than used by a jock. All the jocks she had ever dated had taken her for granted...acted like they were doing her a favor by dating her. Truth be told; Leonard treated her like a queen. He appreciated her, and respected her. Even though he was light-years smarter than Penny; he never talked down to her. He didn't feel the need to explain everything to her. If she wanted to know more about what he was talking about; she asked...if not, she just let it go. Actually she was in love with Leonard; and if he asked her again when she was ready to settle down, she would probably agree to marry him. For now, they were both satisfied with their relationship. They were the ultimate "odd couple." He was a short, glasses-wearing, ordinary looking nerd; and she was the beautiful, buxom, blonde cheerleader of every boys dream. Her wonderful breasts were a full 36C, and she was not afraid to feature them in her attire. Leonard was always so proud of showing her off when they were out together, that it made her feel even better about herself. She didn't even mind so much that her acting career was stuck in neutral , and she was still waitressing; when she saw how much she meant to Leonard. Now here she was en-route to one of the most exciting cities in the world; yes, she would take a nerd any day. On the plane; she and Leonard tried to plan an itinerary for her on the days he would be busy at the physics gathering. She was totally intrigued with the voodoo theme of New Orleans and expressed a desire to maybe take a voodoo-themed tour. She had tried to keep the subject quiet, between her and Leonard, but Sheldon had of course overheard their conversation. Months ago, when she had let slip that she believed in psychics; Sheldon (the ever tolerant one) had made fun of her mercilessly. She had learned to try to keep her beliefs to herself. As Sheldon proclaimed, "there is no such thing as a rational discussion of something as farcical as voodoo." The same man who would play Dungeons & Dragons for literally days without stopping, could not even entertain the possibility of voodoo having any validity. Penny didn't even bother to compare the belief in voodoo to his comic book fetish. Like she told an understanding Leonard, it wasn't that she believed in voodoo; she was just curious about the history and culture (and the thought of all the mystery and darkness gave her goose bumps). Leonard suggested they inquire about the tours when they got to the hotel; and also suggested a tour of the French Quarter together. He explained a little voodoo history (was there anything he didn't know a little bit about) that the religion had made its way to the United States with African slaves and Haitian immigrants. The religion was adopted by the Creole people, who were part of Louisiana before it became part of the U.S. in 1803. It had become popular because of its lack of hierarchy and the fact that even the most common person could perform its simple rituals, or make up rituals to fit their individual needs. As the plane landed in the Big Easy, and Howard and Sheldon were arguing about the virtues of Batman vs Superman; Penny took Leonard's hand and just felt content with her life. Penny had suggested they book rooms in the Bourbon Street historical district but Sheldon had, of course, vetoed that idea. He wouldn't hear of staying in some ancient, "decrepit," old flophouse; not when you could stay in the newest, shiniest hotels in town. He had heard a rumor that the Hawking fellow was staying in the same hotel. Leonard thought it would be more convenient if they stayed in the same place since the foursome would be traveling to the symposium together. While the men were checking in at the hotel; Penny inquired at the concierge's desk about possible voodoo tours. She was informed that there was a scheduled tour of the city's famous cemetery and even a visit to the crypt of Madame Laveau; the most famous voodoo priestess. Leonard had explained to Penny how above ground crypts were used because New Orleans was actually below sea level. In the hot, humid Louisiana summers, the temperature in the crypts reaches 300 degrees; and the bodies entombed in plain wooden boxes simply disintegrate. After one year and a day; the crypt can be used again. The guys were still snooping around the lobby trying to find out any information on the comic book convention; so Penny said she would accompany the luggage up to their rooms. While on the elevator; the quite handsome bellhop introduced himself to Penny as Antoine, and said he had overheard her inquire about the voodoo tours. He said, "as it happens, my uncle is a voodoo 'houngan', which is the male equivalent of a 'mambo,' or priestess." "If you are interested, I could show you an actual ritual; rather than one of the tourist-trap shows," he informed her. At first Penny had been slightly intimidated by Antoine. He was a very large man, probably at least six foot five inches tall; and his skin was so dark it almost made him seem sinister. He went on to explain that his ancestors had been slaves to the original French settlers of the area; and they had always been practitioners of voodoo. His deep voice was almost hypnotic and she became quite comfortable conversing with him. They agreed to meet in the hotel lobby the next evening for the private tour. After Antoine had dropped off their bags and left the room, Penny realized they had not even discussed the price of the tour. She figured she wouldn't tell Leonard about the privately arranged tour until the last minute. She would just let him think she booked it through the concierge because Leonard was not exactly one to go off the beaten path, or take any chances. When Leonard arrived in the room, Penny learned that Sheldon had the room on one side of them, and Howard and Raj were sharing the room on the other side. She excitedly told him of the tour she had arranged, and he despondently informed her that the keynote speaker was scheduled for the same night. She knew he had anticipated hearing Hawking speak since learning of the symposium, so she replied, "don't worry Sweetie, if I have to I can go by myself...I'm a big girl. I'm sure there will be others on the tour." He was so sincere in his regret that she told him she would try to reschedule the tour when she met the guide the next evening. An hour later the five friends met for a nice dinner in the hotel lounge, and then everyone adjourned to their respective rooms and collapsed from exhaustion into deep sleep. The following morning, they all piled into a tour bus, arranged by the hotel for all its guests, and enjoyed a wonderful time in the French Quarter and Bourbon Street. They lunched on Gumbo and ale; even Sheldon sampled the local cuisine. They returned to the hotel in the late afternoon, changed clothes, and prepared to leave for the convention center. After kissing Leonard goodbye, Penny decided to take a short nap before preparing for her excursion into the occult side of New Orleans. When she awoke, she took a quick shower and tried to decide what to wear for the evening. "What does one wear to a voodoo ceremony," she asked herself. As she dried off, Penny found herself admiring her reflection in the mirror. That sweetheart Leonard often told her she had the face of an angel; and her perfectly firm and perky breasts were admired by all; but she couldn't help but be pleased with the body as a whole. Her belly was perfectly flat and tapered down to her pubic area. She kept her pussy as bald as the day she was born because it drove Leonard wild. Her cunt lips were quite prominent and gave her a very noticeable "camel-toe" when she wore tight pants. She remembered how incredibly hot and humid it was in New Orleans, so decided to wear as little as possible for the evenings festivities. She slipped on a barely-there yellow thong; decided to forego a bra; and topped the outfit with a flimsy yellow sun-dress that came to the top of her knees. She inspected herself in the mirror, and concluded she looked both cute and sexy. She left Leonard a suggestive note, in case he returned before her; and took the elevator down to the lobby. It wasn't difficult to spot Antoine waiting by the front doors; he was the largest, darkest man in the lobby. He was wearing a long, colorful robe-like garment that almost resembled a dress. Penny had seen many of the men in the French Quarter wearing similar garments that afternoon, so she just assumed it was traditional Creole attire. His teeth seemed to gleam as he saw her approach him, and he extended his hand to grasp hers. As she took his hand and was thinking to herself how tiny her hand seemed compared to his; he opened the lobby door and the intense heat hit them like a wall. Even though the sun had gone down over an hour ago, the heat and humidity were as intense as if it were mid-day; and Penny was thankful for the outfit she had chosen to wear. Antoine hurried her out of the hotel, confessing to her that the managers of the establishment kind of frowned at his running a tour business out of their hotel. The other tour companies gave a small percentage of their fee to the hotel; and since he didn't, he was afraid he could lose his bellhop position if they found out. Instead of a tour bus, he ushered her into an old, beat-up Cadillac that resembled ,to her, a car that you would find abandoned by the side of the road. She inquired about others taking the tour, and Antoine jovially told her that she had the tour all to herself that night. Antoine was so charming and his voice so soothing, that Penny was completely at ease in his company. She never once thought about how she was going to an unknown destination in a strange city, with a complete stranger. During the ride Antoine revealed that they were going to a private cemetery where the ceremony would take place. He explained to her that one of the attractive features of voodoo was that there was no central Loa, or deity. Each sect was free to adopt their own spirits and beliefs. He admitted that his uncle's sect was primarily devoted to enjoyment or pleasure, so she should feel free just to enjoy the evening. She learned that the famous "voodoo dolls," sold on every street corner in New Orleans were never part of the original beliefs; they were invented primarily for tourists. She should expect to share in the food and drink of the ceremony, and be invited to participate in the dancing . Drum music was a focal point of the rituals according to Antoine. As they drove into the pitch dark cemetery driveway, Penny became aware for the first time that the windows of the Caddy were all down and there was no air-conditioning. The stifling heat had not even affected her because she had been so enthralled with Antoine's conversation She could see a dim light in the distance and already the loud thumping of the drums made her think of old Tarzan movies. The car finally came to a stop and Penny could see dancing bodies ,back lighted by what appeared to be candlelight, surrounding a central spot. The area was totally secluded by all the surrounding crypts and monuments. As they approached the group, the drumming subsided and several of the dancers greeted Antoine warmly. He introduced Penny to the entire group and they each in turn shook her hand or hugged her. The men were all dressed in similar attire to Antoine, and the women wore colorful dresses of various lengths with most having scarves on their heads. There was a central stone altar that was lined with a vast array of candles and bowls. It was quite surprising how much light the candles were emanating. Penny inquired as to the presence of Antoine's uncle, and he told her; "the houngan doesn't make his appearance until the main ritual takes place. Right now we all share in the ceremonial feast." Bowls of fruit and shrimp were taken from the altar and passed around for all to eat. Penny found herself quite hungry and ate her share. Antoine himself poured her the first glass of ceremonial wine, which she drank straight down before asking for more. She knew the heat was probably responsible for her dehydration; but after the first glass, she started to feel lightheaded and almost giddy. As the empty bowls were placed on the ground beside the altar; the drum music began to get louder and everyone formed a circle and began to dance and sway to the beat. Penny found herself almost losing control as she twirled and swayed with the crowd. She thought to herself that she should have worn a bra because her breasts were swaying conspicuously in her sundress and her nipples protruded noticeably. It was almost as if she were watching herself from outside her body, and she felt like she were floating above the ground. She turned to Antoine to ask him, and he just shrugged it off by saying, "you just drank a little potion to help you relax and enjoy yourself. You are with friends, and it will wear off soon." Suddenly most of the drumming ceased, except for one continuous beat, and everyone except her and Antoine dropped to the ground. Antoine reached out his hand to Penny, and she extended hers for him to grasp ,as if she were in a trance. She was fully aware of everything going on around her, but powerless to refuse suggestions. Antoine's hypnotic voice seemed to be in her head, as she heard him explain, " and now my pretty one, you will become the center of the ceremony." He led her to the stone altar, which was about waist high; turned her towards the crowd; bent down and removed her shoes. Then without hesitation, he slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders and her garment floated to the ground and pooled at her feet. A mummer arose as her magnificent , pink-tipped breasts were revealed to the congregation. Antoine retrieved a dagger from the altar; proceeded to slice through the sides of her thong, and it too fell to the ground. Penny was now totally nude in front of many complete strangers,and she was powerless to stop it. Two members of the congregation stepped forward; lifted Penny by her arms onto the altar and lay her on her back. They then , swiftly but gently, secured her arms above her head with leather straps; then spread her legs as wide as possible and secured her legs in the same manner. Penny was now tied spread eagle on the stone altar , and totally vulnerable to whatever was planned for her. She didn't struggle, for reasons that were unclear to her now, but was fully aware that her cunt was spread wide open for all to see. Antoine approached her with what appeared to be a chicken's claw in one hand and a bowl in the other. The drums increased in volume and the members of the sect began chanting in a language she couldn't understand. Antoine dipped the claw into the liquid in the bowl and began to draw symbols on Penny's stomach. The liquid was red and Penny guessed it was blood of some kind. The claw tickled her skin and gave her goose bumps. He then made circles around her tits, and she found herself becoming aroused at the sensation. He proceeded to draw other unfamiliar symbols on her thighs,and Penny could feel fluid involuntarily leaking out of her pussy. The drums had reached a crescendo and then abruptly stopped as Antoine announced, "behold the great one." Everyone turned as a presence approached from beyond the circle of light cast by the candles. Penny raised her head ; looked down between her outstretched legs; and could see the shape of a very large man approaching the altar area. Her clouded mind quickly suggested to her that this must be Antoine's uncle; the houngan. As the man got closer, she was startled to realize he was completely naked. His shaved black head glistened in the moonlight, and as he passed by Antoine, Penny knew he must be almost seven feet tall because he made Antoine seem small. Penny was aware that she had actually stopped breathing regularly as her gaze was drawn to the man's enormous cock. As he walked closer to the altar, it swung between his legs like an elephant's trunk. Her mind reeled as she thought that it couldn't be real...he could never contain that monster in a pair of pants. She smiled to herself as she remembered the popular dress-like attire that she had seen everywhere in New Orleans. She was from Nebraska, and this cock was larger than any she had ever seen on a horse. It was bigger than her arm...much bigger. The crown was larger than an orange; and this was flaccid. She knew her pussy was sopping wet with the feeling of anticipation; because she could see the direction this ceremony was taking. She had always wondered what a huge cock would feel like; not that she had any complaints about Leonard's lovemaking. She had never been with a man who had tried so hard to pleasure her. Sometimes he tried so hard that his jaw was sore for days afterward. She surmised that some potion or concoction had been added to her wine because she seemed to have no will of her own. Even if her limbs had not been secured, she knew she would be helpless to defend herself; and yet she felt totally at ease with the proceedings..even anxious, to see what would happen next. As the houngan got closer, she could actually see the veins pulsating along his monstrous weapon. The drums seemed to be almost deafening now as Antoine and another man approached on either side of the altar. Antoine looked hungrily at the prone figure of their latest sacrifice. He knew no harm would befall her; just a seemingly endless night of ultimate passion. Her magnificent breasts heaved with her excited breathing; her already engorged nipples were the size of gumdrops and begged to se sucked. Her slightly parted pussy lips; a perfect target between her endlessly long legs; were a bright shade of pink in the candlelight. Her beautiful long blond hair spread out on the altar made him think of Fay Wray being sacrificed to King Kong. He smiled to himself when he thought that in his own right; his uncle was King Kong. He couldn't wait until his turn. As the two men approached the altar, they retrieved bowls full of some sort of liquid that had been placed there earlier. They dribbled the oily liquid all along Penny's arms and then quickly and thoroughly massaged it into her skin. They did the same to her belly and chest, paying particular attention to her wonderful tits; being careful to avoid the actual nipples. They kneaded her breasts for what seemed like an eternity and her nipples grew even more prominent. They dripped the liquid all along her fantastic legs and rubbed their lengths from her feet to her crotch. Penny couldn't help herself from thrusting her crotch upwards, begging for attention; but they avoided her pubic area completely. Penny's skin now felt like it was alive...it tingled and grew warmer. She was completely aroused now and wanted release; in any way. She could feel her moisture dripping down between her ass cheeks. The Big Bang Theory: The Nerds Invade The Big Easy The drums suddenly ceased again as the houngan kneeled on the altar between her wide-stretched legs. She didn't know when it had occurred, but everyone surrounding the altar was now naked. Everywhere she looked there were swaying breasts and waving, hard cocks. Antoine looked at his uncle; who nodded; and Antoine carefully dripped one drop of the special potion on each of Penny's bright pink nipples, and one drop on her protruding clit. Immediately Penny felt like she was on fire. She craved to be touched everywhere at once; but mostly she wanted something big and hard in her cunt...now. As she writhed in front of him, the houngan lay his massive cock on Penny's stomach. Twitching and squirming, Penny was shocked to see that the still flaccid cock stretched all the way to her breasts. Antoine poured the potion along the length of his uncle's tool, and it immediately began to grow; both longer and thicker. It now resembled a third leg. Still Penny was not afraid; she wanted that tree trunk inside her dripping cunt. The houngan backed up slightly and poised the enormous head of his cock at the entrance to Penny's slit. Antoine and the other man took their positions on either side of Penny; with two fingers each, they spread her pussy lips as wide open as they could; and the houngan nudged his cock head into her opening. The drums seemed to be in the distance as Penny felt his forward pressure forcing her cunt wider than it had ever been. She wanted to scream, but couldn't. She expected the skin around her cunt to rip, but it didn't and suddenly the gigantic head was inside her. The drums stopped; Antoine and the other man bent over Penny's glistening body; each taking a nipple between their teeth and biting; and in one swift motion, the houngan rammed his monster cock as far up inside Penny's cunt as it would go. Penny screamed at the top of her lungs...at least she thought she was screaming. All the air was being forced out of her lungs, but she didn't actually hear any sound being produced. She was on sensory overload. Penny was having the big-bang theory of orgasms. Her body shook, twitched and convulsed as her cunt was stretched to its limit by the invading monster. She was totally out of control as her mind felt like it was exploding. She had never felt anything so wonderful in her life. She could feel her pussy expanding and contracting involuntarily as if tried to adjust to the huge cock deep in her belly. She thought to herself, "where did it all go?" There was no way in hell that the monstrous weapon she had seen hanging between his legs was totally inside her petite little pussy...there was no way that gigantic cock had fit inside her. And yet it had...her pussy was now stretched to its limit and it felt absolutely wonderful. It was quite a sight to behold. This gigantic man was hunched over a breathtakingly beautiful naked blond goddess, and she was absolutely impaled on his horse cock. All around them people were copulating in the moonlight. Antoine released Penny's limbs from their binding, and proceeded to bury his sizable cock in the ass hole of the nearest female. Released from her bonds; Penny wrapped her arms and legs around her nameless lover and held him as tight as possible. When the houngan was certain that his prey had gotten used to his invading log; he withdrew it nearly all the way. He liked to watch as his victims' cunt lips clung to his cock when he withdrew. When only the oversized head remained inside Penny, he used all his considerable force to jam it completely back inside her; and he continued to fuck her as hard and fast as he possibly could. He was pounding into her battered cunt at a dizzying speed, and there was no sign of letting up. Penny had almost lost consciousness during her almost constant orgasms. It seemed like he hammered her pussy for hours. In truth it was more like twenty minutes; but still longer than most mortals could fuck; especially considering the sexiness and eroticism of Penny. Abruptly the houngan stopped thrusting into Penny's cunt and she heard the first sounds resonate from his throat...he arched his back and let out a howl that sounded like a wolf. Penny could feel his enormous cock expanding even more inside her already stuffed pussy, and then her belly grew even more hot. His monstrous log began to twitch and spasm and she knew he was flooding her insides with his seed. Fluid began to actually spurt out around the edges of her cunt lips from all the built up pressure inside her. There was no more room for his sperm inside her, so it sought escape anywhere there might be the slightest crack. She joined him in the throes of ecstasy as her pussy spasmed and she thrashed around on the stone altar like a fish out of water. He grabbed her beautiful ass checks and held her tightly against him as he jammed his cock as deeply into her cunt as possible. Penny was exhausted and collapsed back onto the altar, but her lover had other ideas. Still holding her tight, he deftly flipped them both over so that he was now laying atop the altar and she was riding him. She realized that he had never lost his erection; his huge cock was still as hard as when he had started fucking her. She sat up and marveled at how far inside her belly his cock must be extended. She felt like she had eaten a full meal; her insides were so completely stuffed. She was still incredibly aroused and began to pinch her own hard nipples, when she felt movement behind her on the altar. Antoine had mounted the flat stone and was kneeling behind her with his hard-on in his hand. Normally she would have been shocked at his size; his cock must have been a good eleven inches long and as big around as her wrist; but compared to his uncle's penis it didn't seem so impressive. As he gently bent her down on top of his uncle, Penny's still foggy mind didn't comprehend what was about to happen almost until it was too late. She felt him nudge the head of his impressive cock against her perfectly round ass cheeks and her eyes opened wide. She wanted to protest but found she still had no free will. Maybe he sensed that she was an anal virgin; or maybe he was just being kind to them both; because Antoine reached for the bowl of potion and poured it the entire length of his cock. This lubrication would make it far less painful for both of them, and added that extra added tingle to their skin. The houngan put his massive arms around Penny; thrust his hips upward to impale her even farther; and hugged her tight to his chest as Antoine pushed his cock head against her sphincter muscles. Penny's mind screamed, "there's no more room inside me," as she felt Antoine's cock bust through her muscle ring. He paused for only the briefest of minutes, and then applied continuous forward pressure as his lubricated cock drove further into Penny's ass hole. She again tried to scream, but no sound escaped her mouth. When Antoine had bottomed out in her ass, uncle and nephew began to simultaneously fuck both Penny's holes. She couldn't remember how many times she had cum that night, but she made a mental note to replenish her fluids when possible. Antoine and his uncle were sawing in and out of her holes in a steady pace and Penny felt like a rag-doll just along for the ride. The feeling was indescribable; having this massive amount of cock stuffed inside her. Just as she was almost getting used to this treatment, another man jumped up on the altar in front of her and straddled the houngan's body. She recognized him as the man who had assisted Antoine with the application of the oily potion to her body. He was , of course, naked and a ten inch hard cock was waving from his thighs. Penny knew immediately what he wanted and, almost by reflex, immediately opened her mouth wide to accept his impressive tool. Although having no previous anal experience; she was no stranger to blow-jobs and quickly took his cock down the back of her throat. She considered herself almost an expert at sucking cock; and was now being violently fucked in three separate holes. The three men continued to pound Penny's magnificent body as sweat poured from their skin. Her throat milked the cock in her mouth as his balls slapped against Penny's chin. Without warning her throat and mouth were flooded with a semen shower that was so abundant it leaked out of her nose. She gulped and slurped all the seed that she could , but she couldn't swallow fast enough to keep up with the cum streaming from his cock. The stranger withdrew his withering pole from Penny's sweet mouth, and she tried to get her breath back, as she closed her eyes and just enjoyed the through fucking that she was receiving. Again, she couldn't believe that her tiny little body could have that much hard cock inside it. She was brought back to reality when Antoine and his uncle, in unison, rammed the entire lengths of their monster cocks deep into Penny's stretched out holes and came; flooding the inside of her body with hot fluid. She had what seemed like her one hundredth orgasm of the evening as she enjoyed their enormous poles twitching and jerking deep inside her. As both of their massive tools finally shriveled and slipped out of her, Penny thought to herself that she was so incredibly tired. As they climbed off the altar and left her sitting there by herself, she looked between her legs and saw that her pussy, although empty, was still wide open...a cavernous hole. She thought that she could easily insert her entire fist into it...maybe both fists. She wondered if her cunt would ever again resemble a slit instead of a wide open hole. It occurred to her that if women went through childbirth and their cunts reverted back to their previous size; then her pussy would do the same...eventually. One thing she was certain of: if she ever decided to become a mother, she would not have to fear childbirth; because no baby head could ever stretch her cunt as wide as it had been stretched tonight. She didn't have much time for self-reflection, as , seemingly countless,hands began to caress her body. Over the course of the next couple of hours; every man, and several of the women, present at the ceremony used Penny's body in any and every manner they desired. Under ordinary circumstances her body, and especially her abused pussy, would probably have been more sore; but after being stretched to the breaking point by the first cock of the evening; Penny barely felt many of the following invasions. When everyone was seemingly spent from the night's debauchery, Antoine politely handed Penny the clothes she had worn to the ritual, and a clean towel. As she wiped dry the still-open hole between her legs, and the semen coating almost her entire body; Penny's still foggy mind decided that she would not mention this night to another sole. Although she was certain she had been drugged by some sort of potion; this was a night that she would always remember. She thought that everyone in the world should have one night like this...just one, though. She knew she would never know pure, extreme pleasure again , like she had experienced tonight. Little did she know that the decision would be taken out of her hands, as she drank thirstily from the bottle of wine handed to her by Antoine. Penny, feeling completely dehydrated, never even considered that here she was again drinking an unknown substance given to her by a stranger. This was not the first tourist that Antoine had given a potion, that would erase all recent memory. Penny, like all the others in the past, would wake up in her own hotel bed in the morning, wondering why their bodies were so sore. The Big Bear I met Bear online. Of course, your first reaction is going to be what did you expect from a guy you meet online. Well, I guess I expected him to be somewhat normal. I was a little bit off. To some of you, however, Bear will be normal. Bear is not his real name. It is not even close. His real name is Robert but everyone calls him Bear. I did not know why then and I still do not know why now. Our relationship started out normal enough. We did the things all couples whom meet online do. We had lots of long chats in cyberspace then we had cyber sex. This is the 00's after all. Living on the edge is what we are all about. He was my first online and real time Master. He had a real life slave, whom he has since married. He met her when she was 16 and he was 20. He was her first lover and they have been together ever since. To celebrate their relationship as Master/slave, he bought her a dog leash and took her to the mall while she wore it. He told me it caused quite a scene as it was not something one does in West Virginia. You don't bring your girl shopping to the mall wearing a dog leash. But he was never one to conform and more power to him. Time went on and he became involved with online M/s. Then he met me. He took me as his online slave and all was comfy cozy until his real life slave got a bit jealous of me. She had no reason to be. Yes, I did make an offer to him that he could move in with me in New Jersey. Frankly, I would think West Virginia rather dull but then I am used to the city. He was unhappy in real life and I said maybe a break would do him good. But he elected to stay in West Virginia with his slave and they, hopefully, will live happily ever after. However, he broke it off with me to placate her. Later, he took me back when she developed self-esteem and he grew a back bone. I believe to this day one of the reasons he kept her was she wore a size 10 shoe. Now to most people this would be a bit odd. First off, a woman that wears that large of a shoe is usually large and I saw photos of her, she was a big girl. But Bear had a kinky habit. He liked to dress up in pantyhose and high heels. He was not a cross dresser as I would see it. He never really got into the whole dressing as a woman thing. He just liked to wear stockings and shoes. The first Christmas I knew him, he bought his slave a pair of knee high leather boots for Christmas. Now that is a good gift. I have had boyfriends buy my coffeemakers, I know. (So have you! Admit it!) So I am sure she was tickled pink to get them. The next day she went off to work and he slipped them on himself. At this point, he had lost his job and was on unemployment. He had had no luck finding a new job so he joined the Armed forces. I won't say which one but he is in there, sneaking home at night to put on his wife's shoes. He called me up and whispered over the phone, "Guess what I am wearing?" and of course I knew. Then he would have me tell him all the things I would do to him for being so naughty as to put on his girlfriend's boots. This became our usual routine; he would put on stockings and a pair of her shoes and call me up. But even that became too routine after awhile and we had to spice it up a bit. He did continue to wear them but he also has a very strong foot fetish. He would enjoy imagining cumming all over my feet. And it got to the point that I also became aroused by the idea of him cumming on my feet. I guess that is how kinks are found or born or made. He became quite enthralled with the idea of my feet. He started asking me constantly to send him photos of them. Finally, after weeks of him asking, I got out a pair of stockings and my best pair of black leather pumps. I powered up my digital camera and I took 12 shots for him of my feet in the stockings and wearing the pumps. I moved my feet a little in each pose so they were not identical. Sometimes the ankles turned left or right, sometimes the toes pointed left or right or straight ahead, in some shots the ankles were pressed together and in some they were apart. Then of course, I teased him with the shots. He was like a junkie at this point. I would send him one every time he did something good, as a reward. And how he loved those photos of just my feet. But then, he has a foot fetish so of course he would. Eventually he had all twelve poses and then he started asking about the shoes. He had me move on to using the shoes during masturbation. Oh my, I had never considered a shoe as a sex toy until Bear had introduced it to me. I began taking those pumps to bed with me. My poor vibrator remained in my drawer, ignored. I must admit I enjoyed using the shoes to get myself off. It was an interesting experience but now I have cleaned them off and put them back in my closet. They are just shoes after all. My desire to have my feet cum on also faded. I am sure I would be more than happy to have it happen but it is not number one on my list. But for Bear, of course, his desire never changed or faded. He still has a huge thing for feet. He still puts on his now wife's stockings and high heels. He still surfs the web looking for good sites that deal with foot fetishes. For him, he would just as soon see a woman modeling shoes than have it some hardcore site. And he still has the photos I sent him. Every few weeks when I log into my online messenger program, I will get a message from him. They are always the same: "I was looking at the photos of your feet last night". He says they still make him cum. He can just masturbate and cum looking from them. Personally, they are just my feet. But if that is what turns the man on, more power to him. Feet, the way to a man's heart. The Big Beaver Finally, it was the big day. Earth Day. The float made its way down Main Street, where thousands of people lined the sidewalks to take in the annual parade. Clowns, floats of all descriptions, flatbed trailers with environmentally conscious products aboard -- all were taking part. In the Friends of the River float, Joe and Rebecca were in her Earth-friendly Toyota Prius, which they were using to pull the Friends float. Surrounding the car was a giant papier mache beaver, which had been constructed from environmentally-friendly products like recycled newsprint, non-toxic, recycled paint, and lumber, wire and hardware collected from a salvage yard. Windows down to reduce air conditioning usage (Rebecca insisted), the two kept track of their parade progress during the event by looking out the front, through the beaver's head and large front teeth. Visibility was poor but, moving at a crawl along the city streets, they could see enough of the road ahead and the unit in front of them to not cause a crash. "Wow, I can only imagine the litigation if there was a crash here during the parade," said Becky, a former corporate lawyer who had thrown her support behind Friends of the River after taking a green turn in her life. Having spent years in corporate law, she could imagine the suits and the suits they would launch. Then she reminded herself to shake off those thoughts and enjoy the day. For his part, Joe was concentrating on his driving, not wanting to crash into anything himself over the several kilometres of slow moving ahead. Still, though, he couldn't help but steal glances at Becky beside him. Becky, she had told him, was a name she'd never have allowed him to use when she an uptight lawyer. But, she'd told him over coffee once, Becky was more who she was in the present -- more laid back, less worried about money and more about enjoying life. Today, he couldn't help but notice, she was wearing a long, hippy-ish tie dyed skirt, a sand-coloured hemp sleeveless top and her ever-present sandals. He could tell she was braless, as she usually appeared to be, and he couldn't help but wonder if she had panties on under her skirt. With her seat back, her good looking legs were stretched out and she was gazing out the front of the beaver's mouth... intent on the crowds watching the parade. Her bottom lip between her teeth, she had a thoughtful look on her face as they drove along, arms folded under her breasts. Through the thin material, Joe could see her nipples and he smiled. Her brunette hair was pulled back in a ponytail, which he liked, and she looked tanned all over, having just arrived back in Canada from a holiday in Mexico. As they rolled along, with the muffled sound of marching bands heard through the beaver, Becky also stole glances at Joe. Joe was likely the most down-to-earth man she'd ever met and a guy seemingly oblivious to how hot he was, she thought, so different from the ego maniacs in her former law office. His dark hair was cut short, as was his moustache and goatee that made him look a little like a biker. He was dressed in a loose muscle shirt that showed off his toned arms and chest nicely, baggy camouflage shorts and, even better, he was driving in bare feet. As he'd told her over free trade coffee once, when he had grumbled about having to put on sandals to enter the shop, anything you can do in bare feet rocked. At the time, a flash of the two of them in bed had entered her thoughts; and the thought intrigued her. Looking thoughtfully through the beaver's mouth at the crowds outside, Becky reflected on how her life had changed in the past five years. Watching as the big teeth in front kept centred on the float ahead of them, she chuckled. "Ever been inside a beaver before?" she asked, as she turned to look at him. Joe turned his head to look at her. "What?" he asked, blushing. Seeing his blush even in the dimness of the car, she suddenly started, realizing what she'd just asked him. "Oh my God," she laughed, blushing herself. "I'm sorry, of course you've been in a beaver. I meant, have you ever driven a beaver? I mean... Oh my God, how embarrassing." Joe laughed at her discomfort. "Relax," he said. "I think I know what you mean. If you mean have I ever been inside a car covered by a fake beaver in a parade, then the answer is no." Her face warm, Becky laughed again. "Yes, that is what I meant. I assumed you've been in... I mean... Oh pooh, I'm going to shut up now." Feeling like her face was glowing with embarrassment, she settled back in her seat and looked at him as he drove. At times in the weeks previous, Joe and Becky had worked alongside, chatted, shared cups of coffee. For dozens of Friends volunteers like themselves, everything was in a rush, as organizers of Friends of the River, which had only formed a short time earlier, thought the parade was an ideal opportunity to get the group's name in front of the public. Volunteers had quickly swung into action to design and build a float which featured flora and fauna found in and along area rivers. Finding green building materials had proved a challenge and barely left them enough time to complete the float in time for the parade. Long hours, though, resulted in everything being ready, though at the last moment someone's Smart Car had broken down and a quick substitute was needed to pull the papier mache animal-laden float. Becky immediately volunteered her Prius, another favourably green car that all agreed would be suitable. Joe offered to bolt a hitch onto her Prius for the task and, as he worked under her car in his garage, she'd had the opportunity to thoroughly check him out. With his head under the car as he worked beneath it, she'd gazed over his muscular legs, his bare feet and his firm torso. When he'd suddenly rolled out from under the car, she knew he'd caught her staring, but she simply smiled and had enquired if the work was done. "You bet," he said. "It's all good to go." While he'd been under her car, he'd taken the opportunity to surreptitiously check out her legs and gaze as far up as her fairly short skirt had allowed. Didn't look like there was a panty line, he'd thought, and smiled, picturing long bare legs and... In the car, thinking back to Joe's obviously not minding the fact Becky had been checking him out while under her car, she blushed. "Umm, I'm thirsty," she said, "care for a drink?" "Sure," he said. "What have you got?" Squirming to get on her knees to reach into the back of the car, Becky stretched to reach for a bag she had stashed. As she moved to reach for the bag, a breast pressed against Joe's bare shoulder and he smiled at the feeling of the warm, braless breast through the thin material of her top. She remained pressed against him as she fished around in a bag, before finally pulling out a bottle of mango juice. "There," she said, settling back in her seat. Taking the top off the bottle, she had a rather uncomfortable moment. As she had only the one bottle, should she first drink some herself... offer it to Joe first... "Go ahead," he said with a chuckle. "I don't mind sharesies." Becky laughed herself and sipped the thick, sweet, organic juice, enjoying the fresh flavour. "Mmmm. That is good, want some now?" "Sure." He took the bottle from her and took a swig himself. Still peering out the front of the beaver, he drank again. Watching him, Becky noticed a drip at the side of his mouth. "Umm... you've got a drip there. "Hey? I do?" "Yes. It's by your mouth there." Joe reached to wipe away the drip, but missed and Becky couldn't resist. "Here," she said. Reaching to his face, she wiped at the drip with her fingertips, then, without thinking, placed them in her mouth to lick off the juice. Joe watched her and smiled. "Now that's what I call sharesies." She smiled back at him, a finger lingering sensually between her lips. Looking ahead again, he sipped at the drink. Again, a small trickle dripped from his mouth below his lip. "Ahhhh. Yes, that is very good. Very good." Becky looked at Joe as he looked down the road. He didn't move to wipe the drip. She squirmed in her seat and made to wipe the drip again. Giving the idea a second thought, though, she instead faced him and, bending to him, moved in and licked the drip from below his lip. Pulling her head back, she looked into his eyes as he smiled at her. "Thanks, I guess I needed that," he said. "No problem," she said. "My pleasure." Looking at his mouth, she had a sudden desire to kiss him. "And speaking of pleasure..." She pecked him lightly on the lips, noting the taste of mango still there. Bending to him again, she licked his chin below his mouth, again tasting the mango there. "Mmmm." She then licked his bottom lip lightly, tasting the mango and feeling the warmth. Joe, eyes ahead watching the parade route, bent to kiss her, pressing his lips against hers. As they kissed, mouths opened, tongues probed. Becky's eyes closed while Joe's were glued to the view of the road out the beaver's mouth. Breaking the kiss, Becky pulled away, looked into his eyes and smiled. "Can you believe this?" "Actually, no," Joe said and smiled back at her. "I definitely can't." "Do you think it's dangerous?" she whispered. "How so?" "I mean while you're driving," she giggled. "I think I can deal with it." "That's good, because I'm enjoying myself." Not taking her eyes from Joe's, Becky squirmed in her seat and moved to put a hip on the centre console between the seats. Moving a hand to the door's armrest, she now fully faced him, although somewhat awkwardly. "Mmm, that's better." She nuzzled into his neck, kissing him under his chin, along his neck, up under his ear. Nibbling a little on an earlobe, she giggled. As he she kissed him again and again, Joe drove with his left arm under her body and hand on the wheel while moving his right hand to her bum. Caressing her bottom, he noted with his fingers that indeed there were no panties beneath her skirt. I was right, he thought, and smiled into her kiss. Feeling his grin, she pulled back. "What's so funny?" "No panties, I notice. I'd been wondering about that." Becky giggled. "Nope. Bare there today." She kissed him again, touched his tongue with hers, then pulled back again and looked him in the eyes. "All bare there." "Nice." They continued French kissing, exploring each other's mouth, tasting each other's tongue. Joe's free hand roamed over her bottom, tracing her contours through the skirt, finding her cheek crack, fondling a cheek. Reaching a little, he ran a hand down the back of her thigh, sending a shiver through her body. Reaching down her leg, he ran his hand under the hem of her skirt and touched bare skin. He slowly ran his hand up and down the back of her thigh, lightly brushing her skin and sending tingles through her body as they kissed. Moving his hand over the curve of a cheek, Becky moaned into his mouth. She could feel herself becoming damp at his touch. Dropping her right arm from the door's handrest onto Joe's leg, she reached with her left hand to pull aside his loose fitting muscle shirt. Baring a pec, she kissed his chest, feeling his chest hair and warm skin against her lips. Feeling Joe's hand squeeze a cheek firmly at her kiss, she moved to suck on his nipple. Sucking while teasing with her tongue, she felt his nipple firm up in her mouth as he moaned. Taking his eyes from the road for a moment, Joe reached again to the hem of her skirt, grabbed a handful of the material and pulled it up until she was bare from sandals to bum; legs bent in her seat to fit across the narrow confines of the car. Quickly glimpsing a tattoo of a butterfly on her left cheek, he moved his eyes back to the road as he caressed her. Still sucking and kissing Joe's nipple and chest, Becky reached up to his neck, caressing him, feeling his warm skin and a hint of stubble. As he continued to caress her bottom and thigh, which were now goosebumpy from the air, she moved her hand to reach under his shirt and ran her fingers over his belly and chest. As she did so, Joe moved his hand to the front of her leg, running his fingertips from knee to thigh. She shivered again and, as his fingers moved from her thigh to the skin above her pussy, she shuddered with pleasure. Moving his fingers lower, Joe felt a hint of stubble and remembered her saying she was all bare there. He smiled and ran his fingers lightly over what he could touch of her pubic area. With Joe's fingers straying near her pussy, Becky moaned and pushed against his hand, such as she could in her cramped position. She quit kissing his chest and raised herself onto her right arm again, placing it on the door's armrest. She kissed him again, deeply, tongue pushing into his mouth with her hand behind his neck pulling him tightly to her. They kissed for long moments. Breaking the kiss, Becky moved her head away from his and looked into eyes as she felt his fingers still caressing near her pussy. She smiled as she looked at him, then lifted her leg so that her sandaled foot was resting on the passenger side windowsill, knee up, opening herself to him. "Touch me," she whispered. Again taking his eyes from the road momentarily, Joe looked down at her as she balanced herself on the centre console. She followed his eyes with hers as he gazed at her. He noted she was, as promised, shaved smooth. Smiling, he ran his hand up and down her inner thigh. After a quick flick of his eyes back to the road, he looked down again, and placed his hand over her mound, feeling her lips against his palm. Becky closed her eyes at his touch. "Oh... gawd." Moving his eyes back to the parade, Joe slipped the tip of his middle finger between her lips, feeling her moistness and gloriously smooth skin. As he ran his fingertip back and forth between her lips, Becky threw her arm around his neck and collapsed against his chest, nuzzling into him. With his finger exploring Becky's warm, moist pussy, Joe had to shake his head at the incredibly unlikely situation they were in -- in car in a parade, surrounded by marching bands, with people waving and cheering on the sidewalks as the parade moved past them. But as he pressed his finger into her and she moaned with pleasure, he smiled and also marveled at the situation. He continued driving carefully while gently fingering her. With Joe's finger gently moving in and out of her, Becky threw her head back in pleasure and smiled up at him. "Gawd, that is good," she whispered, ignoring the pain in her hip that was growing from being on the hard plastic console. When he lightly touched her clit, she gasped, "Ohhhh" and reached down to his crotch. Feeling the hardness in his shorts, she smiled and rubbed him. Now it was Joe's turn to moan as she squeezed his cock through the shorts. He put his hand over her pussy once again and spread his legs as far as he could in the somewhat cramped driver's space and she reached down to try and feel them. Disappointed with feeling him through his shorts, and now with a real pain in her hip from the console, Becky pulled away from Joe's finger, dropped her foot from the windowsill and squirmed around to be on her knees in the passenger seat, head ducked under the roof panel. Her skirt fell to cover her. Settling back on her knees, she looked at Joe, seeing a bit of a pout on his face. "Wow," she breathed. "I know." "Disappointed?" "I guess..." She smiled at him and laughed. "Don't be." Taking a quick look out the beaver's mouth and seeing the parade continuing on, she looked back at him and smiled again. Then, bending over the console now, she reached for the waist of his shorts. Looking at him, she saw the pout quickly leave. Chuckling because he had to continue watching the road, she undid the button on his shorts. She kissed him, then, looking down, slowly undid his zipper. Smiling as his cock popped free to point at her, she pulled his shorts away and admired him for a moment. Rising out of dark pubic hair, veins stood out on his shaft and his head pointed right at her, foreskin back. "Hmmm. Also no underwear, I see." He was about to say something, but she bent to kiss him again, enjoying the feel of his lips on hers. As they kissed, she reached down and wrapped her fingers around him. He moaned into her mouth as she began stroking him; she kissing and stroking him while he looked over her head out the windshield. Joe stretched his neck a bit to see over Becky's head. Noticing, she pulled away from his mouth. "I'm sorry, I've been in your way all this time, haven't I?" she said, with a squeeze of his cock. "Mmmmm. It's not a problem, really." Reaching lower into his shorts, she cupped his balls in her fingers and squeezed them ever so gently. She smiled as he moaned again and closed his eyes momentarily. "Keep your eyes open, Joe. We don't want to be in a crash here." Opening them, he looked down at his crotch, where her fingers were securely wrapped around him again, stroking and squeezing. "Keep your eyes on the road, Joe," she said, as she swirled some pre-cum around his head with her thumb. On her knees in the passenger seat, she put her left hand on his shoulder for balance as she continued stroking him with her right. His cock warm in her hand, she stroked and bent to nibble his earlobe. She quickened her pace, up and down his shaft, fingers tight around him, stroking and squeezing simultaneously. She sensed him clenching his ass to thrust up into her hand. With a nice rhythm going, she whispered into his ear, "Isn't this great?" "Mmpf," he grunted as he pushed into her hand, his eyes on the road. "It's so fucking great, but I kinda hate to say this..." "What?" she asked. "You need to cum?" "Well, that'd be great, but what I meant is that I think we're just a few block from the parade finish now." Stopping her stroking, but holding him tightly, she again looked out the windshield. "How can you tell? "See that bank?" he said, relaxing a bit and peeking down at her hand around him again. "We go about four blocks past that, then we take a right and pull into the arena for parking and the big barbecue that follows." "Oh pooh," she said, stroking him again. "It won't take long to get there?" "Umm, no. Likely just a few more minutes." He looked at her and smiled. "I guess I just lost track of time, for some unknown reason." Looking at him while gripping him tightly, she smiled. "Me too. Maybe for the same unknown reason. What do we do then?" "I don't know," he said. Putting a hand on his shoulder and the other on his knee, she said, "That's okay, I do." At that, she lowered her face into his lap and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. Taking him into her mouth, she felt him warm on her lips and tongue. Breathing deeply through her nose and keeping his head between her lips, she swirled her tongue around his head, feeling the skin smooth against her tongue while probing into his pee hole. Joe gasped as she went down on him. Looking down, he could see nothing but the back of her head, her ponytail moving as she twisted her head. As she started taking him deeper into her mouth and bobbing up and down, he put his eyes back on the road. Clenching his ass, he tried to press up toward her, to clear his cock from his shorts so she had full access. Meanwhile, Becky, now in an up and down rhythm on his shaft that had her soaking wet, cleared her mind and concentrated only the taste and feel of his cock. Bobbing up and down on him, slurping noisily occasionally and sometimes stopping to suck his head, she felt carried away. Looking down again at her bobbing head, Joe reached for Becky's skirt once again and pulled it up and over her bum, baring her cheeks. Running his hands over her cheeks, he groaned as she continued mouthing him... up and down... slurping. The Big Beaver Resting his forearm in the hollow of her cheeks, he reached to feel her pussy once again. Wetter now, he could feel her slippery lips and ran a couple of fingers between them. Warm, wet and slippery, he inserted a finger into her pussy and, as she bobbed up and down on his cock, he probed in and out of her, reaching as far as he could. Both breathing hard, Becky moaned around his cock and Joe moaned out loud. Becky kept her head bobbing, taking him into her mouth... sliding down until his shorts stopped her then back up to tease his tip with her tongue. Meanwhile, Joe fingered her, finding a rhythm that matched hers; pushing a finger deeply into her, then pulling out to slide it back and forth between her wet lips. Becky picked up speed and Joe could feel an orgasm building. As he clenched his ass, trying to hold back, he reached further and found her clit with his fingertip. Finger wet from her juices, he touched her clit. Becky popped noisily off his cock "My gawd," she gasped, then went down on him once again. Back to bobbing on him, Joe circled her clit with a wet finger, tracing circles around her little bud, pressing against her, feeling her smoothness on his fingertip. As she starting rocking against his finger, bucking against his hand, she kept his head between her lips and reached to hold his shaft. Joe was having a hard time watching the road as she both stroked and sucked him and he could feel himself needing to cum. Still, he kept fingering fondling her clit with his fingers as she pushed against his hand. With Joe massaging her slippery clit, Becky felt she was ready to explode and groaned deep in her throat. Sensing Joe was ready to cum, and knowing she was ready to explode, she stroked him quicker as he responded by fondling her. Finally, as she heard Joe moan loudly above her, she felt him tense and then his cum pumped into her mouth. As he came, she bucked against his hand and, between his palm against her lips and his fingers exciting her clit, she came as well, shuddering against him. Her mouth filled with cum and she bucked against him, pushing against the fingers that were driving her crazy with passion. As waves of pleasure shot through her, Joe quit cumming and she pulled off his cock, pressing her lips tightly against him as she withdrew. As his head popped out of her mouth, she swallowed as Joe stopped fondling her clit and simply kept his warm hand placed over her pussy. As she pulled off him, Joe pushed the skirt back over Becky's bare bum. She sank back in the passenger seat and looked at him. Still tasting his cum in her mouth, she bent to kiss him once again. His mouth open, she pushed her tongue into his mouth and he tasted something of himself. Breaking the kiss, her face still close to his, she muttered, "My gawd, Joe." He kissed her lightly. "I know. Amazing." Exhausted, Becky squirmed around to get back in her seat. Her chest heaving, she was breathing hard and when she looked at Joe, she noticed a sheen of sweat in his hairline and drips running down the side of his face. "Thank you," she whispered. "Are you kidding," he whispered back. "Thank you." They sat in a slightly uncomfortable silence for several minutes before Joe said, "Well, here we are." He pulled into the arena parking lot and, following the instructions of an attendant, pulled into the spot which had been assigned to them. Shutting off the Prius, everything seemed extremely quiet around them. Turning the key again, he turned on the radio. "Now," he said. "We wait." "Wait" What do you mean, wait?" "Don't you remember? We have to wait for some Friends volunteers to get here and lift this beaver off the car before we can get out." "Oh my gawd, I had forgotten that," she said. "Still, this is rather nice, too." She leaned toward him and placed her head on his shoulder as he put his arm around her. "Indeed it is." As a hint of embarrassment flashed through her mind, Becky pulled away from him, looked him in the eyes and said, "You'd never tell anybody about this would you?" Joe looked at her, blushing slightly. "Are you kidding? Who would ever believe that my most memorable experience of, well..." he chuckled... "being in a beaver, was while, well... being in a beaver? That's so Canadian, it's almost scary." The Big, Big, Big One The most memorable moment of my life occurred when I witnessed my wife guide the enormously excited penis of another man into the lips of her lovely pussy, then watched helplessly, tortured, as the long massive organ slid slowly into her, the man kneeling with his dark eyes looking down upon his engorged dickhead, already dripping with his cum and her juices, disappearing into her pussy, followed by the stiff meat of his long shaft that slowly filled her stretched vagina, her fur covered pubic mound inexorably swallowing his thick penis. He was larger than I could ever hope to be,yet they seemed a perfect fit, her abdomen rising slightly as he filled her, leaving me transfixed, speechless, disbelieving as I stood outside of our bedroom window--the pulse of my blood roaring through my temples as this erotic nightmare played before my eyes, only vaguely aware that my underwear had been filled with my cum. Over the next hour, I witnessed this man blow cum into my wife's vagina three times, culminating three different fucks, all three really a continuous, non-stop session of deeply erotic and unrestrained love making, two moments almost as devastating as the sight of that large,wet penis disappearing into her vagina---the sight of her long, slim elegant fingers, with our wedding ring in place on her ring finger, masturbating his thick slick organ then cupping and massaging his balls as they spasmed with each spurt of cum during his ejaculations into her pussy. Then the incredible sight of her lovely hands gripping his flanks, urging him deeper with his thrusts into her, and her persistant caressing of his anus with the fingers of her left hand, lubricating his opening with a mixture of his cum and her pussy fluids, helping him to a climax by inserting two of her soaked fingers deep into his anus, fucking in rhythm with his plunging penis, our wedding ring disappearing into his ass, then reappearing soaked in their juices, only to again disappear into his anus. The sounds of their fucking is seared into my brain, wet noises, fleshy slickness, sucking, moaning and purring and deep strains of their genitals opening, stretching, plunging, squeezing, crushing together. their tongues slithering and licking in and out of one another's mouth. I witnessed the fresh sperm dripping from her pussy as his penis would briefly emerge from her vagina, making his re-entry more delicious to them both. I thought my legs would collapse when his body stiffened and his ass squeezed the fingers in his anus, her other hand gripping his balls, and I knew he was shooting a current of steaming virile cum into my wife's fertile ovaries. He pulled out for a moment and they both watched his cock splash gops of sperm onto her open pussy, then slide his dick back into her. I don't know if I'll ever recover from all I witnessed that night. It was the most erotically overpowering experience of my life, my extreme, intense jealousy and humiliation horrified, yet arousing powerful heat and passion in my loins, bringing me to a flood of orgasms throughout the nightmare of magnificent sex,- another man giving my wife a thorough fucking, all with her enthusiastic consent. Our fifteen year marriage began when we were in college. A blind date and love at first sight, three years of dating then marriage, a professional career, three children, a nice home and neighborhood in a small southern town. The man I saw with my wife was a neighbor, one of my wife's numerous male admirers. She was not promiscuous. In fact she was much more serious about her Catholic faith than I was about my religion. But she enjoyed an easy comfort and rapport with men, and was no prude about male humor, their jokes, tales, innuendoes...not dirty, but teasing sexual humor. Female friends were often in our relaxed home, but it was typical to find a male friend or two--mostly guys I'd known for many years, but who found my wife easy to confide in. This particular neighbor had been a high school classmate of mine, actually a year younger (my wife's age),-we had only been acquaintances until we moved back to town and he met my wife. The fact that he had a crush on my wife was obvious--he was a handy man, owned a plumbing business and she paid him to do many chores, then he'd hang around in the kitchen talking, drinking a beer, helping her cook while I read or watched tv. His crush on her made me feel somehow superior. He was a bar-fly, a fact that finally destroyed his marriage as his wife lost patience with his late nights, his drinking, his adulteries with his female interests in the nightclubs, and the time he spent in our home. Here he confided in my wife the details of his marital problems,talking with her long after I'd gone to bed, also sharing with her the details of his sexual exploits, the single and married females he had fucked--my wife quietly surprised at the revelations as she knew a number of the women he claimed as lovers. My wife would tell me all this, swearing me to secrecy. We wondered together if his tales were true. I doubted his claims because he is not my idea of attractive..too loud and obnoxious so I considered him a blow-hard who was sacrificing his marriage to hang out in bars. I never took him seriously. But I enjoyed our house being a place where people liked to hang out even though most of them were guys I knew were really there to enjoy the easy friendship of my beautiful and friendly wife, even when she was busy with the kids. She is more like a man than a women in some ways...full of common sense, she remembers and tells an occasional riske joke, never silly but full of easy laughter, always nonchalent, thoughtful, and direct. My wife threw away her bras in college and has never worn one since...too uncomfortable. She dresses conservatively, but anyone around her for 5 minutes is likely to be inadvertantly treated to unfettered views of her breasts as she moves around the kitchen, mixing her favorite drinks, putting pots away, tending to the children or their toys, etc. It's one of the things I love about her...never self-conscious, usually careless about her attractiveness, a straight forward approach to people, slow to realize the sexual heat she generates...that men can't help loving the opportunities to study the lovely shape of her breasts moving under her thin blouses or observing her revealed nipples as she bends over in her busy activities as a housewife/hostess. Her skin is a light shade of olive, her hair black, her teeth white and her smile engaging, her eyes warm and deep brown, her legs long, slim, very shapely rising to slim hips and an ass that cups enticingly, and pussy lips that gather around the seam of her jeans or shorts. In my younger days I had been the jealous type of boyfriend; those days were long gone (so I believed) with the passage of so many years of solid marriage. It was even sexually stirring to witness men looking down her blouse for those moments, checking out the thin fabric of her wet bathing suit clinging to her body and accidentally gathering in the slit of her pussy around our pool, knowing that they were strongly attracted to her, that she unintentionally turned them on, that they could see for themselves the beauty of her body and envied me...I knew that they knew they could only look but never really get their hands on her, never kiss her, squeeze her, sleep with her and fuck her...all of this was beyond hope for anyone but me. This neighbor seemed harmless with his bar and nightclub addiction, his loud bragging, the repair tasks he did around our house, his obvious infatuation and preoccupation with my wife...who I knew was way out of his league. I was surprised by the gorgeous female he brought to our fishing camp weekends to swim, fish, and cook out with our family and other boating families who stopped by on these lazy weekends. He and my wife loved to fish, to prepare and cook feasts for all of us. His presence was regular; he coaxed us to nightclubs and kept his girlfriend and my wife busy on the dance floor. My wife loved it and often stayed later when I went home, this neighbor and his girlfriend always bringing her home. He often invited my wife and I down to his apartment when he was cooking...after the first few times of going down there, he and my wife working and laughing in the kitchen while I watched tv, I'd sometimes pass on the invitation so my wife would run down there alone, clean up then bring me a piece of fish or steak. He took me hunting once, and often took my wife bass fishing in his rig. Ofcourse now I know the truth. He had been fucking my wife for two years before I witnessed that moment when I saw him fuck her in my bed. He's fucked her in his boat, in the lake while they were skinny dipping together, in our pool, in the pool at his apartment complex, on the counter of his kitchen (she sitting on the kitchen counter, he standing between her legs, swaying in and out of her...my wife has told me that they both liked to watch his penis ease in and out, the excitement of her guiding his cockhead into her pussy lips, the sensations as she realized his sperm was mixing with her excretions as she moved the wet mouth of his cock over her clit and dipped more deeply between her pussy lips, actually talking as they watched him ejaculate between her pussylips then thrust deep into her in the midst of his orgasm )while I was no more than ten feet away watching tv (ignoring their banter about the "big, big, big one"). He even fucked her in the woman's bathroom at the nightclub while I was dancing with his girlfriend, fucking her against the door inside a stall, hearing females go in and out,the risk of being caught adding to their audacious excitement, my wife not believing he had the gall to follow her into the bathroom and make love to her with a hundred people just outside the door, me and his girlfriend not even suspicious when they danced up beside us shortly afterward. She told me she expected me to smell him on her when we danced the next dance, her freshly fucked pussy soaked with his sperm despite her brief efforts to clean herself in the bathroom. He had wondered the same thing, his cock bathed in her vaginal juices, but his girlfriend had not noticed even when she gave him a blow job during their sex later that night. My wife loved the fact that he was so sensual, always wanting an encounter, both of them very open about their sexual past and present. He stopped wearing underwear whenever he came over; she was shocked when he told her that his cock was ready and accessible for her whenever she wanted. Alone with her in our den, he unbuckled his pants to show her as she admonished him that I would be driving up the driveway any minute. He refused to put away his penis unless she touched him. After joking about the "big, big, big one", she began a gentle masturbation, both hands massaging his genitals but insisting that they put away the "big, big, big one". "Not until he gets a kiss," he replied, half joking, half serious, putting his hands over her hands as she masturbated him, not allowing her to close his pants. "My husband will be home in a moment". "He wants a kiss." "Too bad...It's never going to happen, buddy, so the big, big, big one better go visit your girlfriend." At that moment I drove into the driveway, but he again, with a smile, refused to allow her to close his pants, holding her hands on his cock, by then soaked with pre-cum. "A kiss, that's all he asks,"he told her. Hearing my car door slam, she went down on one knee and allowed him to move his penis in her hands until his cockhead nestled against her lips and she tasted his cum for the first time as she kissed him. She was overwhelmed by the sensuality of the moment. "A french kiss," he whispered, as her fingers felt his testicles knot tightly in her caressing fingers. She hesitated for a split second. Then she heard my feet on the porch, then she lapped his cockhead with her tongue and received the first spurt of his cum onto her lips, puddling on her tongue as his balls spasmed. In a rush as I opened the door to step inside, her hot mouth engulfed him, swallowing the explosions of steaming sperm that filled her mouth, a salty, burning taste that she liked immediately, sucking hard on his shaft and penis head until the spasms of his genitals finally relaxed. Fearful of the inevitable, she was relieved to hear my footsteps ascending the steps, realizing that I had gone upstairs instead of entering the den. That night I received the first blow job that my wife ever gave me, one of the most surprising and exciting moments ever in our love life. I didn't know what had come over her. But I liked it and wanted more. His apartment and our lakehouse had become their favorite and safest locations to fuck, but now they often used our downstairs bedroom at home. My wife has admitted that on most occasions when I've fucked her these past 2 years, I've been having "sloppy seconds" while enjoying her wetness and warmness. My workaholic career made their relationship easy, natural and fun without interference. I recall some of the things that got all this started...A swimming pool party where they were wrestling for a ball underwater; I recall the joking in the pool about the "big, big, big one"...now I know the rest of the story: she playfully pinched him after his hand accidentally pushed directly on her breast; then she tried to take the ball from him and accidentally hit his dick, he grapped her pussy over her bathing suit and held her for a long moment,his penis pressing against her from behind, when they both came sputtering to the surface laughing, my wife shaking a playfully angry finger at him, both teasing about the "big, big, big one". Too much was going on for me to realize anything significant had happened. The playfulness became typical behavior...the running joke about the big, big, big one. I've now learned their touching continued in the pool that night. He fucked her for the first time on my couch that night after I had gone to bed. He had stayed to help her clean up after the party. Their playful touching had made him bold. He kissed her. Then his tongue fucked her mouth during their kisses. She was slightly drunk. His hands eased to the sides of her breasts, finally managing to squeeze and feel her breasts. My wife loves to have her breasts stimulated; his tongue fucked her mouth, also moving to her neck, then back to her mouth, exciting her. Their bathing suits made it easier for him. By then very aroused and curious, she allowed him to freely squeeze her breasts, to have his way with her mouth, ears ,neck, and breasts, her bathing suit so thin , his fingers so talented in arousing her nipples. She had the presence of mind to free her mouth long enough to joke that she felt the big, big, big one; he laughed and grasped her rear in both hands and drove his stiff penis...still in his bathing suit...hard between her legs and against her pussy, whispering, "he's coming after you." They fell together on the couch and hunched in their bathing suits, her legs opening and responding to him as his fingers lowered the one piece bathing suit straps from her shoulders and revealed her breasts, massaging her and stimulating her nipples as his tongue fucked her mouth, her pussy open to the hardness of his penis, penetration prevented only by their suits. His tongue became a penis in her mouth, fucking in rhythm with their undulating genitals; she sucked his tongue as though giving him a blow job, her lips encircling his long tongue and moving back and forth on it, drawing it's thickness deep into her mouth while she could feel his exquisite caressing of her nipples create sensations transported directly into her vagina, as though there were exposed erogenous nerve endings connecting her nipples to her ovaries. Just as the desire to be fucked overwhelmed her, she felt his fingers on her cliterus, then thick fingers entered her vagina(she didn't know how many, but they felt larger, thicker, driving deeper than my penis did in our love-making, his fingers manipulating inside of her while a finger continued to caress her clit). His penis-like tongue slipped from her mouth and seemed to wrap wetly, probing and sucking and titillating, around both her breasts. Her hands went to his hips as he lay on top of her and she found that his bathing suit was gone. Instead of protesting, her hands urged him on. In a moment his fingers slipped from her pussy and she felt something vastly larger, enormously filling, much hotter and slickly wet, slide into her pussy. "The big, big, big one's here to play," he whispered from above her. She opened her eyes and saw him looking at her with a smile. Then she felt the penis slide deeper and deeper and deeper. In deeper, then a graceful backstroke, then he slid deeper into her vagina than seemed possible. She went into a long, deep orgasm that lasted through his fucking until she felt his body stiffen, then another downstroke bringing her to the apex of emotional and physical release...sensations throughout her pussy unlike any fucking I had ever given her, sensations enhanced by her realization of forbidden adultery, the wild surrender of her pussy to this unfaithful lover who had told her so often of his sexual conquests. In total abandonment of every value that had ruled her life, her legs encircled his pumping hips as he reached his climax, his penal explosion blowing enormous wads of warm cum deep into her fertile cervix, the thickness of his manhood bringing a sexual satisfaction unlike any she had ever experienced. He lay upon her exhausted, his penis completing the final spasms of cumshots into her. He complimented her pussy, telling her he couldn't last longer because her pussy was on fire, a deep heat and delicious wet softness that engulfed his meat like no other pussy he'd ever made love to. Then the jokes started again about the big, big, big one. All this I learned after I finally learned the truth, our marriage in crisis, begging her to tell me everything, fucking her many times daily trying to win her back from the intruder, a relationship she refused to give up. She tried to convince me she didn't have any desire for divorce; that she enjoyed her lover, their common interests, their sex life being fantastic, but she told me that marriage to him was out of the question...he was a hopeless bar-hound and was incapable of a marital relationship. She was his secret lover, she said that no one else, not even his girlfriend, would ever know about her. "What about pregnancy?" I asked exasperated. "He's safe; he's been fixed," she explained. I told her I couldn't live with it and that I would beat the shit out of him if he ever came near her. She told me that he was very strong; she feared I would get hurt. In jealousy, I made her tell me about their sex. I learned that when she went exercise walking in the early mornings, she went to him at his apartment whenever his girlfriend was not there, to start their day with a fuck. Ofcourse I pressed her about how his penis compared to mine...was he larger than me? "You know he is. You saw him make love to me." She kissed me, "Size isn't everything, my love, but he is a lot bigger." She told me that he had told her that other men at the bars had asked him if he was fucking her, but she swears he has always denied it. I don't know if I could live in this town if people learned of this. She finally agreed to arrange for me to meet with him. He came to our house to go on a ride with me, to have it out once and for all. I confronted him about the affair. He acknowledged he had been fucking my wife for two years. The words burned so deeply I feared having a wreck. He assured me that they had a special relationship but neither was interested in anything more. He told me something else that blew me away. He told me that he and my wife were talking of having threesomes with someone they could trust. He wouldn't tell me who. "She's gotten interested in trying other men; she notices their crotches, envisioning their penises, when she's around men and wonders what they would be like in bed." He asked me not to bring this to an ultimatum with my wife. He asked me to let things go on like they were. "It's a special relationship and neither of us want to lose it." The Big, Big, Big One Then he shocked me again. He unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. He wore no underwear. He held in his hand his semi-hard penis. "I fuck your wife with this. Look at it. She sucked this cock to a climax this morning, early, while out for her exercise. I woke up with my dick in her mouth. We fucked for an hour. Look at it. Yes, my cock is bigger than yours. A lot bigger. You don't need to ask her any more questions about it." He massaged it and, in shocked silence, I watched it grow larger and larger to enormous proportions, the head red and swollen. Sperm appeared at it's mouth and he used the cum for lubrication. "Give me your hankerchef". Dumbly, I obeyed. With a spasm, he began shooting cum into the hankerchef, lifting the head of his dick so his balls,large and tight in his groin, could be clearly seen. "She likes to hold my balls when I cum." I could see them spasm with each ejaculation. "Now you've seen it all...you know all about my dick. I fuck a lot of women...including some other married women you know. No woman means as much to me as your wife. If I wasn't such an asshole I'd want to marry her. Have I satisfied your curiosity?" He gazed at me, awaiting a reaction from me, but I was incapable of a word. "Keep this," he said as he tried to hand me the cum-filled hankerchief. My hands recoiled from it. He looked down at my lap. "You crazy son of a bitch, you have a raging hard on! Getting a close look at the dick that fucks your wife turns you on." The cum stain over my stiff penis made his accusations undeniable. He placed the sperm-drenched hankerchef on my lap, covering my sperm-stain. "Keep it to beat off with,"he laughed again. Then he offered friendship, consoling me, seeking a kinship borne of our mutual relationship with my wife. "Look, you do lots of things better than me," he said. "You are respected in town. You are much better at making money than I am. You're a good father and husband. Your wife loves you. Why endanger your happiness? Just open your mind to what's been going on a long time. She tells me you get aroused out of your mind about everything you make her tell you. So accept it. Enjoy it. Let us keep fucking and see if you can handle it. She's still your wife; she tells me your sex life has improved beyond belief since you saw us fucking in your bed." I finally came out of my speechless daze and reacted to all this in anger and embarrassment. But the situation remained unchanged. He's often here at my home, along with other guys when I come home from work; they all joke around in the kitchen and are friendly with me just like always. There are neighborhood parties just as before and no one seems to take any special note, in fact they join in, when he and my wife joke about the big,big,big one. We still get our invitations down to his apartment for barbeques, and occasionally I go with my wife. Once in his apartment, I got up from in front of his tv and went into the kitchen for a coke and she was on the kitchen counter, seated, her underwear on the floor, our neighbor standing between her legs with his penis inside of her, his tongue in my wife's mouth as they frenchkissed passionately. "We can't stop," he managed to say to me. Within seconds he climaxed inside my lovely wife, filling her with sperm, their genitals crushed against one another as they completed their intercourse. I left, too embarrassed to stay. She followed an hour later, removed her clothing, slid into bed beside me. She told me she loved me and apologized for what happened. "This is going to be tough for you, isn't it." She reached for me and found my penis hard and aroused. "You're developing a big,big,big one of your own," she said to me before she kissed me. Her tongue entered my mouth as her fingers masturbated me, her fingers slick and wet. I couldn't admit to her that the sight of his penis sliding in and out of her, then seeing his sperm splashing onto her pussy lips then inside her, had brought an instant climax of cum in my own pants. Her stroking of my cock aroused me out of mind again, talking to me as she masturbated me. "Do you want me to use my hand or pussy or my tongue to make you cum? Do you like this? His cum is all over my hands, lubricating you; there's more in my pussy: you like it don't you?" Her masturbating continued as she teased me,"Put your hand on my pussy, feel his cum"---I obeyed----"Tell me you like it, that you love it....admit it and I'll let you have sloppy seconds..." With those words sperm blew from my penis. "Admit you love it," she demanded as her masturbating of my cum covered cock continued through shot after shot of my orgasm. "Iloveit," I whispered, the thought of this admission keeping my dick hard. "Sweetheart, I've now fucked another man...much younger...I met him at the bar with Mike. Even Mike doesn't know." Mike is the neighbor I've been telling you about. Telling you, the reader, his actual name, is part of my effort to accept the fact of our open marriage. "Tell me it excites you that I gave Mike sloppy seconds tonight and that I'm using the cum of two men to masturbate you. My new lover is a college kid, wellbuilt, and he doesn't shoot blanks." A spasm of uncontrollable jealousy and passion shot through me. My penis responded to her new infidelity by growing bigger and harder. "I love it, I love it, I love your wild independent, ballsy attitude, your love of penises and risky sex, the thought of another man fucking you drives my mind crazy with jealousy but drives my dick wild with desire to fuck you...." We fucked for hours. I admitted anything and everything she asked me to admit. I agreed she and Mike could have their relationship; I agreed she was free to do whatever she wanted whenever she wanted and she didn't have to tell me. I never found out who the second guy was. The only time she tells me of her extra-marital sex is when she uses these stories to tease me during sex. Otherwise I've trained my mind not to think about it; to pretend everything is just like it always had been. I'm married to a beautiful and elegant woman who attracts friends to our home and family...one of the many is our friend Mike who is as noisy and garrulous as ever, and who often invites us to his apartment for barbecue (though I rarely go) and who regularly takes my wife fishing. I call home before my arrival each evening. My wife gave birth to a curly light-haired boy this past year, a fine son who looks nothing like me. Our sex life is better than ever, with obvious occasions of sloppy seconds. During our swimming parties, I keep my eyes away from the horseplay of my wife with the men in the pool, I go to bed early, and I pay no attention to the jokes and innuendoes about the Big, Big, Big One. The Big Birthday Treat Lauren had just turned 18 the other day. She was the last of a group of six girls, who had all grown up together since as far back as they could remember, to turn 18. Each girl had been raised in a very strict household. They didn't very much like it, but they accepted it, knowing that when they turned 18, things would be different. So one day, around 4 or 5 years ago, they made a deal with one another. No sex until everyone can enjoy it. That meant that the group had to wait for Lauren. They always teased her about it, but always in a good way. But these girls would have to wait no more. Lauren finally caught up to the rest. The six girls weren't exactly what you'd call "cheerleader" types, although one actually was. There's Jennifer, a short girl, all of 5-2. She was a little chubby, but it wasn't all that obvious. She also has long, straight, brown hair, with big brown eyes, and tits that were a little smaller than D's. She tans quite well. Every summer, she'd live on the beach, and work on her tan. Samantha is a tall girl. Around 5-10, with short blonde hair. She's also a little chubby, but once again, it's not prominent. She plays basketball, has C size tits, but she takes great pride in her ass. Caiti has short red hair, and is a skinny girl. She's more of an alternative type, not always following everyone else. She's about 5-5, with B size tits. She's just a pretty young woman. Emily is the brain of the group. She's very much into books, but when she wants to, she can look magnificent. She has shoulder length brown hair, with an athletic body. Very slim, very tone, with A size tits, but she pulls off the small breast look. Brianna is a swimmer. She's a blonde, with wavy hair when she lets it down, but she normally wears it up in a bow. She has some meat on her bones, but it's spread out well, so she's not fat. She's about 5-5, with B size tits, and wears glasses. Then finally, Lauren. She's an adorable young lady. She's a very petitte 5-2, with shoulder length dirty blonde hair. She's been a cheerleader since her freshman year. She has A size tits, just like Emily, but she more than makes up for it with her face and butt. It's Saturday, and the girls are over Jennifer's house, swimming in her pool, lying around working on their tans. Jen's parents are gone for the weekend. Jen's mother had a highschool reunion to go to out of state. This was the first time they had actually left Jennifer on her own with the run of the house. So Jennifer sits up from lying on her back working on her tan, and says, "Hey, whatcha girls wanna do for Lauren's birthday?." Samantha says, "How about we get ourselves a stripper!." They all have a good laugh about it, but the more they thought about it, the more it intrigued them. However, they had no money. So they figured they were shit out of luck, until they heard a voice. "Hi girls," said a voice from over the neighbor fence. It was Jen's next door neighbor, Frank. He was always very friendly, and sometimes had Jen and her parents over when he would throw a block party. He was always throwing parties, even when there was no clear reason as to why. "Hi Frank," Jen said. "What are you girls doing today?," Frank asked with a very interested look on his face. "Nuttin' much," said Jen, "just hangin' out, tryin' to figure out what to do for Lauren's birthday...she just turned 18 the other day." Frank then leaned over the fence a little more when he heard that. He was trying to see what the girls had going on, but didn't want to be too obvious. Then Frank took a deep breath, made a face as if he was thinking very hard, and said, "Well, you girls can do pretty much whatever you wish, you're legal now." All the girls giggled. "However, I've got to get out to the hardware store to get some tools so I can work on a new room I'm building." Jen then comes over to the fence and says, "Alright Frank, I guess we'll see ya later." Frank took one last look, and went on his way. A few hours later, the girls were sitting in Jen's room. Caiti, out of nowhere, asks about that stripper that Samantha was talking about earlier. They had a good laugh again, but Caiti then said, "I'm serious." Then Emily says, "But Caiti, we don't have any money, remember?" Then Lauren bursts out with, "Well, what about Frank?" All the girls look at her in amazement, but then asks themselves that same question. Jen stops thinking for a second, and says, "Ya know, I think I could at least get him to come over." Samantha says, "How, ya gonna tell him that the sink is broken?" Jen says, "Yeah, sure, he's a nice guy, he'll help." A few minutes later, Jen comes back to the room from calling Frank from the phone in the livingroom. Brianna then asks, "Ummm, Jen...how is Frank anyway?" Jen turns around and says, "I think he's like 40." Samantha then says, "What??! He's old enough to be our father!" Jen then explains it this way. "Yeah, he might be old enough to be our father, but he's not. He won't be so damn strict. He'll be fun," Jen says with a smile. Then one by one, the other girls get a smile. So now Frank is in the kitchen, trying to find anything wrong with the sink. He can't. But when he comes up from under the sink, standing in front of him are all six girls. Frank thinks to himself, "What uhhh, what's going on?" Then Frank says, "Hi girls, what's up?" Then Jen tells him what they figured out to do for Lauren's birthday. She says, "We wanted a stripper. Like you said, we're all legal now, and we wanted to do something adult. But, we have no money. So that's why I called you over here." Frank says, "Excuse me?" "You heard me," says Jen. "We want you to be the stripper at Lauren's birthday party." Frank then look at the girls, standing there looking so innocent, thinks to himself, "Dude, when is this ever going to happen again!" He then stands up, and says, "Alright girls, I'll do it, just let me go home and change first." Emily then says, "No, wait...we like the fix-it man type thing...don't change." All the girls start giggling again, and Frank just starts to smile. He knows where this might go, and just wants to enjoy the moment for now. Jen says, "Come on Frank, lets go to my room, that'll be a good place." So the six girls, and Frank, make their way to Jen's room. The girls then get a comfortable seat on the bed, and Frank gets ready for a night he never thought could happen. But before the show starts, Jen informs Frank that, "We've never seen a guy's, ummm, thing before." Frank looks in total amazement. Caiti then says, "Yeah, our parents are real strict, and none of us have ever even been on a date, much less seen a guy's...ummm, thing." Frank almost melts right there. Here he is, a 40 year old guy, about to strip for six 18 year old girls, who have never seen a naked man and his dick before. Then Frank says with a chuckle, "Well girls, I guess we'll have to have an anatomy lesson, along with a strip show." The girls all giggle, and start cheering. Frank then says to himself, "Wow, what's going to happen next." To Be Continued...