0 comments/ 294334 views/ 18 favorites Two Fer By: standingstones I was home alone when I heard the door bell ring. I answered the door and there stood Lori. She was a neighborhood girl who was a friend of my daughter, Ginnie. I told her Ginnie wasn't home right now but she was welcome to come in and wait, I was expecting Ginnie home soon. Lori decided to come inside. Lori was eighteen and was wearing a tight top and shorts. I could see her tits poking through the material. Lori's boobs were small but she seemed somewhat excited. Her nipples were hard and I had my eyes glued to her chest. I asked her if she wanted a beer and she accepted. I brought out two beers and we sat down on the couch and began to talk. I think we must have gotten a little tipsy and I know I felt my cock stirring in my pants. I was trying to control myself but Lori looked so damn good. We both finished our beer and I told Lori to go to the refrigerator and grab two more. When Lori went into the kitchen I stood up and tried to arrange my cock in my pants. Lori came back into the living room and held out the bottle to me. For some reason I reached out and pulled her into my body. Lori didn't resist me. Our mouths locked together and I found her tongue. The beers got set down on the table nearby as we were kissing passionately. I slowly undid the ties to her top and I worked my hands down to her waist and pushed the shorts down to the floor. I found one of those hard nipples and began sucking on it. Lori was moaning now and she threw her chest out to me. I can't begin to tell you how badly I wanted her now. I took her by the hand and led her back to my bedroom. I had her lie back and I peeled my shirt and pants off. I stood at the foot of the bed and let Lori take a good look at my semi-erect cock. I could see she wanted me pretty badly. I then crawled in between her thighs. I took my cock in my hand and started to rub my cockhead across her slimy, wet pussy. I then slipped the head in place and pushed. Lori let out a gasp and I slid the whole length of my cock into her. Lori started to scream then. I worked my rod in and out of her pussy. I was going to take her and fuck her like she had never been fucked before. I went from slow to fast in seconds. I pounded her tight hole and she locked her pussy muscles around me and held on. I then found her nipples once more and I began to bite on the tips. It seemed as if we were both out of control at this moment. We were hot and sweaty and fucking like two wild animals. I knew at this rate I was not going to be able to hold out for very long. My nuts were starting to pinch and I felt my cum beginning to rise to the tip of my cock. It was then I heard a voice from behind me. There stood my daughter, Ginnie. God only knew how long she had been watching us screwing like that. I only glanced back for a second or so to see Ginnie had her hand buried in her pants. She had been rubbing herself as she watched us fuck. I hadn't stopped fucking and I finally couldn't hold it one second more. I arched my back and began to flood Lori with my seed. Lori's pussy went into a spasm and I could feel her cumming as well. Lori and I gave my daughter a wild view of us. I kept ramming my shaft into Lori's cunt and she held me tightly inside her with her pussy muscles. After a few moments I collapsed on top of Lori. I didn't care if Ginnie was watching us or not. I was spent and I needed some minutes to catch my breath. Lori seemed exhausted as well. She barely stirred after we had finished our hot loving. My cock eventually slipped out and I was able to stand up and get some air. I turned around and Ginnie was now standing very close to the edge of the bed. I faced my daughter now. My cock was still, somewhat hard, and it was slick with our love juices. My daughter stood there intently looking at my crotch. She stepped forward and then knelt down before me. Ginnie reached out and took my cum drenched cock in her hands and brought it up to her mouth. She opened wide and started to lick the cream from my love stem. I must have gasped as her wet tongue was working on the underside of my rod. She was cleaning every strand of cum from my boner. She then slipped her mouth around me and began to suck. My head went back and I instinctively put my hand on the back of her head. I wasn't going to allow her to pull away now. She went down on me. I was surprised she was about to get all the way down to my pubic bone. Ginnie gobbled my stiff cock, and I started to face fuck her. My sacs were hitting her chin. She took all of me and I could hear the slurping noises as she went faster and faster. I didn't think I could possibly cum again, but I was wrong. I shot a big wad of love cream down my daughter's throat. Ginnie didn't try to pull away. She kept swallowing all of my seed until I had given her the last drop of my loving. Ginnie then pulled away and wiped drops of cum from the corners of her mouth. I had a hard time believing what had just happened. I had fucked my daughter's friend and then my daughter cleaned me with her mouth and had made me cum a second time. Looking back to the bed, Lori had been watching the whole thing. She had been fingering herself and she said she came one more time from our proceedings. I glanced over the the bedroom clock. It was nearly time for my wife to get home from work. I told the two girls we needed to get ourselves cleaned up and change the bedroom sheets before my wife arrived. My mind was now turning. I was thinking on how I was going to do everything in my power to keep these hot women fucking and sucking from now on. I hope to have more stories on how it all works out. Two Fer Ch. 02 Just a few days ago I had sex with Lori, a friend of my daughter, Ginnie. While we were in bed together, my daughter caught us fucking. What was surprising was that Ginnie sucked all the cum off my cock after my love session with Lori. I was now changing into my swimming trunks and heading to the backyard for a dip in the pool. Thankfully, my wife was at her sister's place for a few days. I was hoping that would give me ample time for some fun with my daughter and her friend. As I walked out the back door there was Ginnie and Lori, lying on some lawnchairs. Both of them had their tops off, sunning their breasts. My daughter Ginnie had boobs much like her mother. They were large and were topped off with long nipples. Lori, on the other hand, had smaller, firmer tits, and her nipples were smaller and came to a point. Either way, just looking at both of them made my cock stir in my trunks. I walked out the the edge of the pool and turned to wave at both girls. In the process, I dropped my trunks and dove into the water. I could hear both girls clapping and cheering as I made a big splash. I looked over to see Ginnie walking to the edge of the pool. She slipped her fingers between the bikini bottom material, and they fell to the ground. Ginnie dove in and swam over to me. The water was running off her big titties and her nipples were starting to harden. Ginnie reached out with her hand and wrapped her fingers around my shaft. I pulled Ginnie tight to my body and began to kiss her mouth. Our tongues touched and I could hear her moans as we were working up a heat there in the water. I soon lowered my mouth to those luscious nipples and sucked each one into my mouth, Ginnie arched her back and gave me full access. She tasted so good, I wanted even more of her. All the while, Ginnie was making me rock hard with her hand. I was fully erect when I reached out with both hands and grabbed her asscheeks. I slowly lifted her up and positioned her pussy right above the tip of my cock. Ginnie knew what was going to happen and she let out a little squeal from her mouth. When my cockhead touched her pussylips, I forced her down hard on me. Ginnie screamed and I thought someone must have heard her. Luckily, our backyard was secluded and no neighbors could see us. I began to thrust my cock into my daughter. Slowly at first and then building up and giving her everything I had. Ginnie placed her arms around my neck and held on tightly. There we were in the shallow end of the pool, fucking like two rabbits. We were splashing a lot of water around in the pool. Everytime my sacs slammed into Ginnie it sounded like someone hitting two pieces of wood together. I couldn't believe how tight my daughter's pussy was. She had a vice grip on me and she wouldn't let up. I threw my hips up into her knowing full well I couldn't hold out much longer. I was feeling that urge to blow my load. These young women tended to do that to a guy my age. I told Ginnie I was so close and she replied back that she wanted me to cum inside her. I knew that wasn't very wise but my cock was buried to the hilt in my hot daughter's pussy. It was too late for a rubber. I bellowed and shot my hot stream of cum into Ginnie's belly. I wasn't sure where it was all coming from. I just kept erupting, firing one hot load after another into Ginnie's pussy. Ginnie was cumming also. She cried out and told me she was having her orgasm. I felt her tighten around my cock. It was if someone was clenching their fist around my cock. This made me cum even more. My balls were so tight, I didn't think there was much more left in the tank. We just clinged to each other there in the pool. My knees were wobbling a bit, until I started getting soft. I slipped out of my daughter and we both climbed out of the pool. Lori was waiting for us as we lifted each other out. "God, that was so hot!" Lori said. Lori then took Ginnie by the hand and led her to the deckchair. Lori had Ginnie lie back down. She then spread Ginnie's thighs apart and got in between them. I then watched as Lori began to work her tongue up and down my daughter's slit. Christ, I was starting to get hard again! Lori was cleaning up all out love cream from Ginnie's pussy. She had some of it on the tip of her tongue and turned around to me. She licked her lips and showed me how she was swallowing it all down. If that doesn't turn you on, I don't know what would. Lori was kneeling and lapping at all those hot juices. I had my cock in my hand once more, stroking it. I couldn't contain myself. I walked over and I placed my mushroom head at Lori's pussylips, and I pushed my cock into her. Lori lifted and let out a cry. We now had a threesome going. I was fucking my daughter's friend just as hard as was possible. Lori had Ginnie in such a worked-up state. Everyone was loud and getting crazy with lust. Lori shoved her tongue in as far as she could and Ginnie began to cum once more. She gushed out a wad of her juices all over Lori's face. Seeing that made me lose my control. What little cum I still had in me, I shot into Lori's pussy. I just kept forcing my cock into to her. until all three of us were spent. This was just the first day that my wife was away. I couldn't wait to see where the rest of this was heading. I hope to write on more of my adventures with these two hotties. Two Fifty-Somethings Damn, Linda muttered to herself as she glanced at her watch. If I don't get this to my boss by tomorrow morning, there will be hell to pay when I get back. First, I get sent to this teacher's conference, and then he wants a copy of the participant materials overnighted to him. The bastard! "Yes ma'am, there is a UPS store nearby." Linda thanked the concierge at the Marriott Hotel and hurried out the front door. It only took a few minutes for the Yellow Cab to arrive at the UPS store. The brunette high school teacher took her packet from the back seat of the cab and hurried to the door. It had just turned 8:30 PM and a slightly graying woman in a brown uniform, was just turning the sign in the window to CLOSED. Linda's heart sank as the woman turned to walk back in the store. The brunette banged her fist against the window. Inside the store, the UPS employee looked at her watch and then towards the helpless looking woman standing outside. She smiled and unlocked the front door. Thank you so much! I would like to send this to Nevada," the 50 year old said breathlessly. She glanced at the name tag on her savior's shirt.....JEAN. "Normally, I don't do this," Jean said, "but you looked like it was urgent." "Yes it is. I have to get this to my boss tomorrow or he will kill me!" "We can't have that," the UPS woman replied as she took the package and weighed it. Linda took a deep breath. "I really appreciate this." "No problem," Jean mentioned. "Since your getting off soon, can I show my appreciation by buying you a drink?" Jean smiled."No, that is ok. I hate to go anywhere in my uniform, and besides, my husband is expecting me." "Well, I think you look great, and you can call him to see if he wants to come too. It is early and I hate watching television alone in my room. We can go to my hotel; they have a pretty nice bar." The slightly older woman thought a moment. "You know, I could use a drink. As long as you don't mind Bill coming by." "Not at all! Tell him to meet us at the Marriott Hotel." Jean smiled and picked up the phone. After a minute or so, she placed the receiver down and smiled. "Let's go...I'll drive." Linda waited while Jean closed up the store, and then followed her out to her Taurus. After a few minutes they pulled up to the hotel valet parking. The two women got out of the car and walked into the hotel. Linda couldn't help but notice that physically the two women looked a lot alike. After they walked into the dimly lit lounge, they could have been mistaken for sisters. The waiter came over to their table. "I would like a B&B" said Linda. "Make mine rum and coke," Jean said. The two women sat in the bar for nearly an hour, and much to their surprise, several drinks. "I wonder where Bill is." Jean wondered as she ordered her 4th rum and coke. Just as she spoke, a tall, slender, slightly balding man walked up to the table. "Hi honey," Bill said as he leaned over and kissed Jean on the forehead. Bill slid into the booth next to his wife. "This is my new friend Linda. I rescued her tonight." Both women chuckled. Linda looked at the couple. "How about we have a nightcap up in my room? There is a great view up there." Jean hesitated, but Bill quickly answered for both of them..."Sounds great." Linda motioned for the waiter and quickly signed the bar tab to her room. "You said one drink!" objected Jean. Linda grinned..."I'll bill it to the school district." The threesome got up and walked towards the elevator. Jean and Linda walked in front of Bill. The two women jabbered relentlessly as they walked through the lobby. Bill followed, and could not help but notice the two 50-something's asses swaying in front of him. Bill thought to himself, "She was right, this is a great view." Two Fifty-Somethings So this is what it is like Linda thought as her tongue reached out and touched the entrance into Jean's body. Usually it is Jerry doing this. Jean let out a loud moan as she felt Linda's tongue push forward into her pussy. Bill's hand began moving faster as he stared at his wife and this stranger who was fulfilling one of his wildest fantasies. It was as if she had been doing it her whole life. Or perhaps it was because she knew what a woman wanted. Linda's tongue moved gently into Jean and began exploring her. The younger woman's tongue moved immediately to Jean's already pulsating clitoris, and began circling the tip. Jean let out another moan as her hands reached down and grabbed the sides of Linda's head. Jean's heart jumped as she felt her fingers slide into Linda's hair. My God. A woman is doing this to me! Linda's tongue began to move faster, darting in and out of the vertical slot between Jean's legs. With each forward thrust, Linda's tongue struck the quivering masthead inside Jean's pussy. Jean lifted her legs off the floor and placed her feet on the edge of the bed. Linda took the hint and pulled Jean's legs further apart. Jean's vagina was totally accessible to Linda's relentless tongue. Jean's breathing began short and shallow as the ex-stranger buried her face in Jean's pussy. Jean's breathing suddenly stopped as she felt a tremendous pressure build inside her. "Oh My God!" screamed Jean as her clitoris began to throb and orgasmic juices began to spill from her pussy onto Linda's tongue. Jean gripped the sides of Linda's head and pulled her against her opening as wave after wave of electricity shot through her body. Jean's head was thrashing back and forth as Linda lapped at the juices being expelled from Jean's pussy. Jean's back arched and remained suspended for several seconds before collapsing back onto the bed. Linda withdrew her tongue and laid her head on Jean's right thigh. Linda marveled at the sight of Jean's soaked pussy, inches away from her. Jean's legs were covered with gooseflesh and trembling. A sheen covered the older woman's vagina as her orgasm began to subside. Linda sat back on her heals and dragged the back of her right hand across her mouth. Jean lay on the bed – completely motionless and limp as she tried to control her breathing. Jean's nipples ached from being so hard and erect. Her quarter-sized areolas had been reduced to ½ of their size as her nipples poked up and out from the pink circles. She felt sticky liquid dribbling from pussy and onto her inner thighs. Linda slowly got to her feet. Her knees were wobbly as she rose and kneeled between Jean's legs, which were still spread completely apart. Linda glanced towards the large window. If there was anybody out there watching, it sure beat the hell out of HBO. She then looked towards Bill. His eyes were wide circles as he continued to pump his organ. Bill was trying to decide what to look at – his exposed wife lying on the bed and showing her all to anyone who cared to look, or the 5'8" inch nude school teacher kneeling between his wife's legs. His eyes darted back and forth between the two women as his wrist moved rapidly back and forth. Linda smiled at Jean's husband. She had seen her husband masturbate before, but never another man. The sight excited her. Bill suddenly became aware of Linda's gaze. "Oh. I am...sorry" he stuttered as he moved his hand away from the shaft of his penis. "Sorry? What are you sorry about?" questioned Linda. Bill was obviously embarrassed "I shouldn't have...you know". Linda looked towards Jean who was slowly raising herself up onto her elbows. "Would it be alright Jean?" Linda asked nervously. Jean smiled and nodded her approval. Linda turned and crawled across the room on her hands and knees. Bill's eyes grew even wider as he watched the teacher's tits sway back and forth as she approached him. "You are right. You shouldn't have. You should have waited," Linda purred to Bill. As Jean watched, Linda moved between Bill's legs. Her right hand reached out and took the six- inch shaft in her right hand. The head of Bill's penis looked familiar – exactly like her husbands. As she had down so many times, for so many years, Linda's mouth moved over the acorn-shaped head. Only this time, it was not her husband. Linda's pulse quickened as her lips began sliding back and forth over Bill's shaft. My God. What am I doing? Bill's shaft fit easily into the teacher's mouth and completely disappeared each time Linda moved her head forward. Linda felt Bill's black curly pubic hair tickle her nose each time her lips pressed against the base of his cock. Bill glanced towards his wife. His jaw dropped as he saw Jean's right index finger circling her still engorged clitoris. Damn. She is getting herself off while another woman sucks my cock. She has never masturbated in front of me before. Am I dreaming? Linda looked up at Bill and noticed his expression. She released Bill's penis from her mouth and looked over her shoulder. That little minx hasn't had enough! Linda turned and crawled back to Jean. Her tongue immediately slid into the now Jean's now gaping pussy. Jean kept her finger moving as Linda began to once again explore Jean's opening. Her body jumped as Linda felt a pair of hands on her buttocks. She pulled her head back from between Jean's legs and looked over her shoulder. Bill was behind her. Linda felt her nipples immediately push forward as she realized what Jean's husband was about to do. Linda turned back towards the pink opening that was still being massaged by its owner's index finger. Anticipation filled Linda as she waited for Bill to enter her. A loud cry came from Linda's mouth as she felt someone other than her husband enter her vagina for the first time in over 20 years. Bill pushed forward until his penis was firmly implanted in Linda's pussy. Jean heard Linda's cry and propped herself up again. She gasped as she saw her husband moving back and forth into Linda. The bastard is fucking another woman.... right in front of me! Jean's initial reaction was shock. The shock quickly wore off as the sight of Bill and Linda having intercourse right in front of her quickly changed shock to intense excitement. Jean's finger again began circling her clitoris – this time with a renewed fervor while she watched the sexual act being played out by her husband and the woman, who only hours ago, had been a mere customer. Linda's breasts swung forward and backward as Bill moved in and out of her pussy from behind. What had started as a boring teacher's conference to a dull city had become the most erotic experience of her life. Jean's mind raced as the realization of what was happening suddenly occurred to her. A 56-year old woman, a mother of two, conservative, VERY conservative, was involved in a no-holds-barred threesome with her husband and a stranger. The wave of guilt about to go through her was pre-empted by a sudden jolt inside her. Once again, her back arched as her finger slid over her throbbing clitoris. Jean managed to get a quick look of Linda's face just as her own orgasm filled her pussy. Bill was beginning to move faster. His penis was meeting little resistance as it slid back and forth into Linda's eager pussy. The teacher's body was beginning to tremble as she felt her own orgasm building. Jean regained her composure and managed to sit up. She looked into her husband's eyes as he continued his piston-like motion into Linda. Jean's legs were still spread apart with Linda between them. Jean took Linda's head and lifted it up. Linda's eyes were closed. 'Linda,' came her out-of-breath whisper. The teacher opened her eyes. Jean's breasts were staring straight at her. Jean leaned forward, offering her left nipple to Linda. Bill felt his body tense as Linda's mouth moved over his wife's areola. His teeth clenched together and his eyes rolled back as pleasure began to fill his body. His penis was throbbing inside Linda's now soaked pussy. Linda cried out as she felt Jean's mouth cover her areola and her tongue circle Linda's erect nipple. Linda felt her pussy vibrate then release a flood of juice onto Bill's penis. Her nipple stretched out further into Jean's mouth as the orgasm engulfed her. Bill slid his sticky shaft out of Linda. Jean's teeth clamped down gently on Linda's nipple before releasing it from her mouth. Jean struggled to her feet and picked up her clothes. What have I done? Jean quickly dressed, not bothering to put on her bra or panties. The UPS clerk saw the camera and picked it up. She scrolled through the images and one-by-one, deleted the photographic evidence of her from Linda's memory card. "Come on Bill. Get dressed. We need to go home." Bill rose and began to dress. Linda got up and sat on the edge of the bed. "Would you please give me my robe?" she asked Jean. The older woman handed Linda the red robe. Linda quietly stood and put the robe on. "Are you okay to drive home Bill?" Jean's husband nodded. "Thanks to both of you for making my trip memorable." Bill grinned. "No, thank you, Linda." Linda looked towards Jean. Jean refused to look back. The alcohol had worn off. The married couple left and Linda lay back on the bed. She turned off the light and immediately fell asleep. Two Finger Night I enter the bedroom a little apprehensively. I'm not sure at all what you have in store for me. I resist the urge to cover myself and glance around the bedroom. There are candles on the nightstand beside a bottle of oil. You are laying naked sprawled across the bed. You raise your head to look at me. "Come here." I walk towards you, my eyes darting up and down your body. "It's been a long day. Rub my back." "Yes sir," I say. I grab the oil as you roll over onto your stomach. I climb onto the bed and straddle your hips carefully. I pour some oil into the palm of my hands and start at your shoulders. I rub close to your neck and move outward along your broad and toned shoulders. I love the unrestrained permission to touch you. I move farther down on your back, rubbing and pushing on the tense muscles in your upper back. My breasts are swaying with my motions and occasionally I lean down close enough that my nipples brush your back, making them instantly hard. I move lower kneading the muscles in your upper back, using my fist to roll through the tense muscles. I've reached the place where your back changes to your ass and I keep rubbing along that line, drifting a little lower, trying to tease you into a response. "Hmm, someone's looking for a treat," you say, "Hop off." I move to one side as you roll over. Your cock is already hard and I know I've down well. "Back on Master's lap." You say, leaning back. I crawl on quickly. "Yes sir. I'm grinning as I feel your cock near my ass but I wait for your instructions. "Grind your wet little pussy on my cock." You say. Before I can move, you grab my breasts firmly. I work back and forth feeling your shaft against my clit. Your hands squeeze my breasts then move to my nipples. You pinch my nipples harder and harder, your eyes never leaving my face. The pain and pleasure are warring, the rubbing on my clit, the pain shooting down from my nipples, trying to focus on the pleasure the way you taught me to. Suddenly your mouth is on my breast, sucking on my nipple. I close my eyes, loving the feeling of your warm mouth. You bite my nipple then swirl your expert tongue over it. I'm getting wetter and wetter, your dick is slick with my juice. I want to be fucked, want to feel your cock inside of me, want you to stop teasing me and take me hard. You read my mind or my body, or both. You release my nipple and lay back down. "You want it don't you?" "Yes sir, please Master," I'm begging shamelessly but I don't care. I keep grinding on your cock, the pressure on my clit relieving some of the tension and bringing me closer to the edge. I move my hands to my breasts, playing with my nipples, trying to mimic the sensations you were creating earlier with your tongue. "Please Master?" I beg again. "Turn around and you may," You say, smacking my ass. I grin and get up to move. Your cock is standing at attention, ready to fuck my slit. I moan a bit at the sight and quickly turn, positioning myself above your cock. I slowly slide myself down, feeling you stretch me. I push down until I can feel you fully sheathed inside of me. I pause, and rotate my hips slightly, hearing you moan behind me. I start to move up and down, fucking myself on your cock. "You never arch your back enough," you say sternly. You grab a handful of my hair and pull it down towards. My back arches, thrusting my breasts up into the air. "That's better," you announce and to reward me, you reach up and rub my clit, causing my hips to buck and I feel the tension on my hair with every movement. I'm moaning like a slut, bouncing up and down. The sensations are starting to overwhelm me: the feeling of your hard cock pistoning in and out of me, the pull of your hand in my hair, and your fingers on my clit. My breasts are swaying, my nipples hard and aching for attention as I start to move faster up and down on your cock. I try to focus enough to squeeze your cock with my pussy and I hear your sharp intake of breath as I manage to make it happen. "Like a fucking pro," you say and I glow with pride. You let go of my hair and move your hand to my hip. "But let's see how much you can handle." You stop the motion on my clit, moving your wet fingers to my ass. You start to push in with one finger. "Such a tight little ass," you say under your breath. I'm panting and moaning, trying to stay quiet so that you don't stop to gag me. I push down on your finger as I lower myself completely on your cock. I can feel your finger and your cock both moving inside of me. "Faster sir," I beg, needing you to move in my ass. I start to raise and lower myself again, picking up the pace again. "Please sir... my ass..." You start to fuck my ass, keeping pace with my motion on your cock. You mutter again, "So tight." I feel you start pushing a second finger in beside the first. I stop moving and hold my breath, trying to decide if I'm enjoying the stretch or wanting the burning to stop. "I know you can take," you rub my clit to encourage me, "you're doing good." I let out my breath, "Yes sir." I start moving again, slower than before. I feel your fingers stretching my ass, slowly rubbing and making it easy for me. I can feel your fingers filling me, putting pressure on my already filled cunt. I start to move faster, building back up to speed. You rub my clit harder. "See, I knew you could handle it." I can feel the orgasm building, loving feeling you through the walls of my pussy, the amazing motion in both of my holes. "Do you want to feel my seed in your fucking cunt?" you growl, rubbing and fingering faster. I'm babbling, "Yes sir, please sir, I'm so close sir. Please?" I move faster, feeling you fill me everywhere, your hands playing me like an instrument, knowing exactly how to drive me crazy. I clench on your cock, trying to pull you closer to the edge with me. I can feel your cock pulse inside of me. "Good girl," you say, pushing me closer to the edge with your fingers. "Is someone ready to cum?" "Yes sir. Fill me sir?" It's all I can do to hold off from the edge, especially with your fingers on my clit. You moan, "Because you asked: cum for me." I fall apart on cue. My pussy flexes around you as you pulse inside of me, filling me with your cum. You somehow move me off of you and lay me down in bed beside you. "Thank you sir," I say softly, fight the urge to fall asleep. I curl into your side. "Don't fight it, angel." You pat my head. "You were good today." You shut my eyes and I fall asleep almost instantly. Two Firefighters Cover Each Other I had just divorced my first wife and like most men, I was wiped out financially; with child support and alimony checks to write every month. With what was left, all I could afford was a small two bedroom apartment with I shared with my roommate, Reggie. Reggie was an athletic 6'2'' 160 pound black fire-fighter and a co-worker. We had met early on in our careers, and while he was single and I was married, we seemed to have many things in common and got along fine. We worked opposite one another, but when my wife and I split, he asked me to move in with him. He said it would be great, since we worked opposite shifts and it would be like living alone. I was broke and readily agreed. It was a small two bedroom apartment with a shared bathroom with doors at each end, which led into our respective bedrooms. A fair size living room and small kitchen. It was a pretty good setup and I couldn't beat the rent. Besides, Reggie was right; with us working opposite each other, we barely saw one another. On my days off I spent most of the time in the gym trying to keep my own 6'0", 175 pound frame in shape for the grueling days as a firefighter in San Diego. The rest of my time was spent fighting with my ex-wife and working. One day, after a particularly bad argument, I went home, opened a couple of beers to get a buzz and try to forget the bitch my ex-wife had turned into. "How could I have fallen in love with that woman?" I thought to myself. Suddenly the bathroom door opened and Reggie walked into the living room butt-naked. I was shocked, both by the fact that he was home, and by the huge size of his cock, hanging limp down his left thigh. It was huge!! I'd never seen a cock that big. It must have been 7" long and some 3" inches in circumference. Another quality I found interesting, Reggie wasn't circumcised; like most men I'd seen naked throughout my life. Reggie must have not been expecting me either, because suddenly he stopped dead on his tracks and looked at me wide-eyed. "Sorry man, I thought you were with Nancy. Without waiting for my answer, Reggie turned around and went into his room. A little while later, Reggie returned with nothing but a pair of shorts. What are you doing home", she asked. "The ex and I had a bad fight" I said. "She's turned into such a cunt! I can't believe it" I yelled at no one in particular. "Sorry man, that's the way they are. That's why I ain't married and never will be. I'm free as bird, dude. I do what I want, when I want and nobody is going to tell me shit." Reggie said. With that Reggie walked into the kitchen, opened up another beer and sat in the couch in front of me. As I looked at him, I could see his huge cock hanging close to his left thigh through the loose leg opening of his shorts. I don't know if it was the beers I'd already had, the fact that I had not had sex for over six months, or just the sheer size of Reggie's cock, but I began to feel a strange tickle on my balls as I peeked at Reggie's huge cock as we sat and chatted about life. Reggie was quite a handsome man who had the choice of any of the many women who often called looking for him, and often did. He had dark brown hair, hazel eyes, a muscular chest, back, arms and legs and a six-pack stomach, which he always showed off by wearing unbuttoned shirts. I'd never had feelings for any man before and I wasn't feeling anything for Reggie, but the site of his huge cock was affecting me somehow and my own cock was beginning to stir in my own shorts. We talked for quite a while and before we knew it, we had both had gulped six or seven beers each. The more I drank the more I looked at his cock. And, the more he drank, the more he seemed to open his legs and the more of his cock seemed to peek through the leg opening of his short. Suddenly Reggie began talking about the many women he was always with. How he met them, how he seduced him; what they liked, what he liked etc. I was already kind of horny stearing at Reggie's cock , and now that the conversation had turned to sex, my cock was creating a noticeable bulge in my shorts. I know Reggie had noticed me staring at his massive tool, because of the way he had adjusted his posture and opened his legs to show more of his impressive tool. And now that I was sporting a hard-on, his own cock seemed to stir upwards, like a snake smelling the air. I could see it getting hard and bigger as it tightened Reggie's shorts. I couldn't stand it any longer and I had to adjust my own posture to release the pressure on my own cock, which was now extended to its full 7 and ½ inches. Reggie saw my discomfort, seemed to smile lightly and asked, "You know what? We should get fucking wasted and watch some skin flicks What do you say?" he asked as he got up, went into his room and came back with a couple of DVD's. Reggie popped one in the DVD/player and suddenly there was a beautiful blond being fucked by two black guys with huge cocks. They both had their cocks in the woman's pussy at the same time and she seemed to be in pain and pleasure, all at the same time. "Man, that has to hurt." I said. "Two cocks that big inside that tiny hole?" I asked absentmindedly. "No man, you get used to that shit. But once you do, it feels good" Reggie said. "The fuck you say" I replied not believing him. We watched the scene in silent as one of the guys took out his huge pussy-smeared cock out of the woman's cunt and placed it in front of her face so that she could lick it. I had to admit that seeing the blond sucking her own pussy juices off the man's cock turned me on and my cock was hard as a rock. I looked over at Reggie and could see that his own cock was hard and poking out of the legs of his shorts. I was horny, drunk, pissed and depressed and before I knew what I was saying I asked Reggie, " Man, doesn't having your cock trapped like that, hurt?" "Fuck yeah!" replied Reggie who proceeded to undo his shorts and free his Anaconda out of his shorts. I was mesmerized at the site. I had never seen a cock that huge up close. Reggie had sat next to me when we put the DVD's into the player and was now sitting less than two feet away from me with that huge 10" cock in his hands, stroking it lightly. I opened my own shorts and liberated my own cock. I knew that it was too late to go back now and I began to stroke my own cock while watching alternatively, both the screen and Reggie as he charmed that cock into getting even larger. The blond on the screen was once again taking two cock in her pussy at the same time and when one of them came out, it was the black guy at the bottom who took it in his hand and put it back into the woman's pussy. I instinctively reached out and took a hold of Reggie's huge cock in my right hand. It was hard, hot and surprisingly smooth. Reggie looked, "Ah, that feels good man", he said as he lunged his hips upward to meet the strokes I was giving his shaft. "Oh yeah" he said as I rubbed his pre-cum around the large purple head. Reggie then reached over to my own cock and grabbed it firmly in his hand and began to mirror my own moves on his cock. I'm not sure why, but I wanted to taste that huge cock and without hesitating I bend over and took Reggie's cock in my mouth. I was surprised to find that the taste of his pre-cum was actually sweet and not gross or unpleasant at all. I inhaled the musky fragrance of his manly crotch as I slowly took more and more of his cock into my mouth. "Fuck yeah man. Hmm, suck that cock" Reggie moaned as I began to really suck his cock with relish. It was way to huge for me to take it all in my mouth, but I did my best and concentrated on its huge head as I knew how good that felt when some willing woman would suck my cock. To my surprise I found myself actually enjoying a man's cock for the first time and began to contemplate trying to make Reggie cum in my mouth. Would it taste gross? Would it taste bad? Would I gag? Would I swallow? All these questions ran through my head as I fastened up my pace and grip on Reggie's cock. I knew I was on the right track because of Reggie's reaction to my sucking. Reggie was moaning, and thrusting his hips to meet my pumping motions. I knew Reggie was close to cumin because I could feel his cock getting harder as it jerked inside my mouth. The thought of sucking a man's cock, let alone have his cum in my mouth was really exciting and cause a good sensation to begin building up in the pit of my stomach. A sensation which seemed to move down to my cock and balls. This caused me to suck and pump harder, waiting for Reggie to give me his man juice. That pearly-white spunk with which he had filled so many gorgeous pussies he often fucked only feet away from my bedroom. I stopped sucking Reggie's huge, hard cock long enough to say, "Come on Reggie, give me your cum. I want you to cum in my mouth." Reggie responded my holding the back of my head as he fucked my mouth. Reggie pumped his cock in and out of my mouth so hard that his cock was hitting the back of my throat. Suddenly Reggie moaned loudly, stiffened up and groaned, "Oh, fuck, I'm cumin man." I felt a gush of hot fluid striking the back of my head; like hot custard. It was slightly salty, but not unpleasant at all and I swoallowed all of it. With every jerk of his cock Reggie would send more cum into my throat. After what seemed like minutes, Reggie finally stopped cumin and I felt his cock begin to grow limp in my mouth. But I wasn't done, I wanted more. So I began to suck Reggie's cock again. Slowly at first. And then with more vigor as I felt it coming back to life inside my mouth. "Dude if you don't stop that shit I'm gonna have to fuck you in that fucking ass of yours" Reggie said as his cock grew to its magnificent 10". "Fine" I mumbled in between sucks. Reggie suddenly threw me off him and walked into his room. Seconds later he came back out with a jar of Vaseline in his right hand while he stroked his cock with his left. Reggie walked toward me, pulled down my shorts and underwear, pushed my face into the back of the couch and smeared a good blob of Vaseline on my ass. While I was hot and willing to try anything at this point, I was concerned that Reggie would rip me apart with that huge cock. "Please, be cool man" I begged as he put his cock against my ass and slightly pushed. The very tip of Reggie's cock was now in my ass and like the good friend he had been to me, he stopped his cock right there and said, "I'm not going to push it in anymore. You just get used to that and when you're ready, just push back. Okay?" I was surprised that Reggie had resisted the temptation to rip me apart by shoving in that cock up my ass, but then, that was Reggie. He was a very nice and considerate guy and that's why everyone in the station liked him. Reggie reached around me and grabbed my hard cock and with his hand full of the Vaseline he had just smeared on my ass, he began to jerk me off with firm, but gentle and slow strokes. The more Reggie stroked the hornier I got and the more I pushed against his cock. It felt as if the world's biggest baseball bat was creeping up my ass. But while it was uncomfortable, there was something deep inside of me that liked it very much. I continued to slowly push against Reggie's cock, stopping from time to time to allow my tight ass to get used to its new visitor. Then the thrill of Reggie's hand on my cock would renew my passion and I would push a little more. At some point Reggie's cock must have reached that point inside my ass when the prostate is stimulated enough that I actually came in Reggie's hand. Reggie took his cum covered hand and brought it to my lips. "Suck it!" he said. "Suck your own cum while I fuck you in the ass buddy." It was then that I pushed hard against Reggie's cock, taking it all inside. While it was a little painful, it also felt great. I know knew why ass fucking was so popular with women and gays. As soon as I felt Reggie's balls against my ass-cheeks I came in the most explosive, powerful, almost painful orgasms of my life. When Reggie felt the first shot of cum in his hand, he began to pump my cock for all it was worth. He also began to pump my ass with long, slow stroked that seemed to go on forever. The longer Reggie pumped my ass the more I came. After a while things went dark and that was it. When I came to a few minutes later, Reggie was cock was still in my ass but he kept asking me if I was okay. "What happened man?" I asked kind of groggy. "I don't know man. I think you passed out." Reggie said with genuine concern in his voice. "Wow. I'd never passed out before" I said. "That was the most fucking awesome cum I've ever had." I then noticed that Reggie's cock, while limp, was still inside my ass. It felt different than when it was hard, but it felt good. "Would like to cum in my ass Reggie?" I asked. "I don't know man. Do you think you're up to it?" Reggie said. "Yeah, fuck my ass Reggie." By saying his name at the end of the sentence, it sounded more like a plea. Reggie began to slowly pump his cock into my ass and before long I could feel it growing inside me. "Oh, that feels so fucking good!" I moaned. "Yeah, it feels pretty fucking good to me too buddy" Reggie replied. Slow, long stroked that seemed to completely fill my ass and touch places that sent small electric shocks all over my body. Reggie fucked me like that for almost half an hour before sending cum gushing up my ass and making me cum all over again. I collapsed with Reggie on top of me and his cock slowly growing limp in my ass until it came out with a loud pop. "Wow, that was kind of weird. Good but weird." I said after a while. "Yeah, it was, but it was good though" Reggie replied. "Think you can do that to me?" Reggie asked sheepishly. "Oh, I'm sure that I can be talked into it." I laughed. Reggie then turned me around and gently began sucking my cock. It hurt a little, because of all the cumin I'd done, but it also felt great. After a while I was hard again and ready for some payback. Reggie took my previous position and smeared some Vaseline up his ass. For the first time since I'd known Reggie or since this afternoon began, I noticed what I nice, tight ass Reggie has. How his muscular back and well developed gluts made for a very appealing site. I then place my cock at the entrance of Reggie's ass and with the same care and consideration he showed me, slowly pushed it in his ass, giving him time to get used to it. I grabbed Reggie's cock, like he'd grabbed mine and shoved the rest of my cock in his ass. "Ah, shit, that huts a little." Reggie complained. "Want me to take it out?" I asked Reggie. "No, no. Leave it in. Just let me get used to it. Is beginning to feel good." Reggie told me. After about five minutes Reggie began to rotate his hips and shove his tight ass against m cock and it wasn't long before we were fucking like mad. I was shoving my much smaller cock inside Reggie's ass and then withdrawing it almost all the way out before I shove it all the way in again. Having cum first, I had more lasting power than Reggie had had and I made sure to give his tight ass a good fucking. Reggie was moaning and groaning, "Fuck me hard man. Fuck my tight ass with your white cock. Make me cum" Oh, shit, Reggie. I think I'm gonna cum buddy. I think I'm gonna fill your ass with my cum. Oh shit!" I shouted. "Yes, yes, yes. Fill my ass with your cum. Fill my ass, cum in my ass" Reggie begged. I then grabbed Reggie's hard cock and pumped it hard while screaming, "Fuck buddy, shit, I'm cumin!" Argh, fuck, here, take my cum, take my cum in your hand" yelled Reggie as he filled my hand with his hot cum and I filled his hole with mine. After a good, hard cum we both rested, exhausted in the couch. "I guess this brings a whole new look to being buddies" he joked. We both laughed as we headed to the shower. Reggie and I continue to fuck women and I guess that we are officially bi. We've had some really interesting foursomes since then, but that's another story. Two First Times Losing my virginity was the biggest anticlimax ever. I was 19, a freshman in college, and I just itching to get laid. It may sound stupid now, but I hadn't dated much in high school, and I was really afraid that I would die a virgin. I was shy, and I didn't have a very good self-image. Also, I had discovered the joys of penetration early, and I had built up penis-in-vagina sex in my mind as the ultimate sexual pleasure. I was dating this guy who we'll just call Mr. X. He was a couple years ahead of me, but seemed so much older. I knew he wasn't all that, but that was alright. He was smart, fairly cute, and had the hots for me. We had been fooling around for a while already. I liked sucking his dick, and it was fun making out with him. He hadn't actually made me come yet, but that was ok. I was pretty good at doing myself. I should have known it was a bad idea when he didn't want to use a condom. He promised that he wouldn't come inside me, but I was having none of that. He argued, sulked, and complained, but I was firm. I should have walked out then and there. Well, it didn't hurt; I'll say that much for it. It wasn't much fun either. I had been fucking myself with improvised toys for years (some quite a bit larger than his penis too), and I don't even remember losing my hymen. What is was was uncomfortable, selfish, mechanical, and over mercifully quickly. He never spoke to me again after that night. I hadn't told him I was a virgin (I was embarrassed), and I don't think he knew he was my first. He stopped calling and avoided me outright. I saw him around, but I never spoke to him again. I don't know what his deal was. I was a wreck. Not that I cared that much about him in particular; I just thought there must be something horribly wrong with me to make him act like that. I thought I must be terribly unattractive. At thanksgiving break, I stayed at school, while my roommate and almost everybody else in the dorms went home to see family. It was too far for me to travel and I couldn't afford it. I was feeling really low. I was exhausted from midterms, and still an emotional wreck from being used and dumped by Mr. X. Kathleen lived in the dorm across the hall from me. She was beautiful. I mean, like super-model beautiful. Tall (not as tall as me, but tall), long red hair, flashing blue eyes, curly eyelashes, tight butt, big (but not too big) breasts, amazingly fit; I don't think there was an ounce of excess fat on her, and she had beautiful shoulders. I love a girl with a nice back, and hers was amazing: toned and muscular. She was a dancer, and I had wanted her from the moment I saw her. Needless to say, we barely even spoke to each other. She had a boyfriend, a couple years older, disgustingly good-looking, and probably wealthy. I was a tech theatre major at the time, and I was always wearing grubby clothes and working in the theatre. It turned out that Kathleen was one of the only other students on my floor who had stayed at school for the holiday. She had a roommate, Nancy, who scared me. Nancy was another dancer, beautiful too, but severe and aloof. But Nancy had gone home for the holiday. I had certainly thought about lesbian sex before. Actually, it was one of my favorite fantasies as an adolescent; up there with fucking the brains out of that boy on the track team (among others), and having anal sex (preferably with a skinny, smart punk-rock poet). But I had never actually had a crush on a girl until Kathleen. Saturday morning we had breakfast in the dining hall, all 12 or so of us 'orphans'. I worked up my nerve and asked Kathleen if she would like to hang out and play cards or listen to music or something. She said sure, later on. I swear that was the longest conversation we had ever had up to then. My heart was pounding, and my head was full of lustful thoughts. Understand that, although I had a healthy fantasy life, and had been masturbating to thoughts of Kathleen for months now, I didn't really know much about the mechanics of girl sex. When I was in high school, I had assumed that lesbians had to use strapons to have sex. (Not that there's anything wrong with strapons!). Research and reading had since informed me that oral sex was a big part of it. Problem was I had no idea what one was supposed to actually DO once you had your face in the pussy of the one you desired. I guessed that I would make it up as I went along. If I even got the opportunity... God I wanted her! It was a long afternoon. I remember that I spent the day in an agonizing mix of anticipation, trepidation, lust and frustration. I didn't want to go out in case Kathleen knocked and missed me. I tried to read. I tried to watch tv. I went down for lunch. I masturbated. I took a shower. Waiting was driving me crazy. She probably wouldn't come by after all; she was a popular girl, she had a boyfriend, we had never even spoken or hung out before. Kathleen knocked on my door about six. She looked beautiful. Her hair was done up in a bun. I noticed that she had a dusting of freckles on her highly defined cheekbones. Her blue eyes flashed. I felt giddy, almost sick with lust and nerves. We hung out in her room and talked and played cards. I honestly don't remember what we talked about. All I could think about, more than anything in the world, was that I wanted to kiss her. And I wanted her to kiss me back. She mentioned that her shoulders were stiff; she had been working out that afternoon. Heart pounding, I offered her a massage. She accepted. I sat behind her on the floor and started to rub her shoulders. Touching her, my hands on her skin, well, I was getting really physically turned on at that point. It was incredible. Kathleen groaned, told me that my hands felt great. I couldn't stop myself. I leaned forward and kissed her softly on the cheek. I was totally prepared for her to freak out, to throw me out of her room. Instead, she turned her head and kissed me on the lips. I can't describe the sensation of that first kiss. It was heaven. Not an orgasm, but better in a way. I didn't ever want it to stop. She pulled back. "Is this ok?" she asked. In answer, I kissed her again, harder, hungry for her. We kissed for a long time. We spent over an hour, just kissing. We didn't talk, we didn't undress or grope, just kissed each other's mouth, face, neck. We pressed our lips together and breathed each others air. We found ourselves on her bed, with me lying on top of her. She said something like "Please Andrea I need you to touch me" and brought my hand to the ample swell of her breast. That was enough for me. I unbuttoned her shirt and with her help unsnapped her bra (I never understood before why guys found it so difficult!), lowered my lips to her erect nipple, and tasted her delicious breast flesh for the first time. I was in heaven! Well it didn't take us long to get naked. I was incredibly turned on. It was the first time I had ever been that wet before; by the time she pulled off my jeans, I had soaked all the way through them. She looking incredibly beautiful naked, all muscular and slim and feminine and sexy. Her breasts were large and round; her pussy was nearly shaved, with just a neatly trimmed patch of reddish hair covering the mons. In comparison, I felt like a naked giraffe. To my lasting joy and astonishment, she didn't seem to think so at all. In fact she seemed almost as turned on by my body as I was hers. She was a little more experienced; I gathered that she had fooled around with girls before. She taught me how to eat her pussy, how to lick her clit. I loved it!! I had, of course, sucked guys off before, and I really enjoyed doing that, but this was amazing! I loved the taste, the smell, the sensation. I loved having her wetness on my face, making her squirm and shake and come. I flicked her clit with my tongue and fingered her pussy. I wanted to probe her puckered little asshole too, to stick my tongue up there, but I didn't. I didn't want her to think I was a pervert. She went down on me next. It was great. It was like I had always hoped that sex would be like. It wasn't the first time I had had orgasms with another before, but it was the first time I really surrendered to it. We spent the entire night together. It turned out that she too had a vibrator, and we took turns fucking each other. It was such a turn-on to see the red toy slipping between her lips, filling her pussy as she diddled her clit. I loved it when she fucked me with her toy. I've always liked having something inside me when I get off, and having her drive it into me set me off again and again. I wanted to be utterly hers. I really wanted her to stick the buzzing rod up my asshole, to spank my clit silly while she fucked me in the ass. I was, alas, too shy to ask for it. We slept in her bed, cuddled together, sticky and naked and tired. We had sex again in the morning, lazy sensual and slow. Then we went down to the cafeteria and had breakfast together. We had skipped dinner the night before and had worked up quite an appetite! We had a lot of sex over that thanksgiving holiday. It was amazing, life-changing sex for me. The problem was, I wanted her to be my girlfriend, and she already had a boyfriend. I was convinced that I was in love with her, and she just wanted to fool around. At one point she half suggested that we do a threesome (and I could totally kick myself!), and I laughed it off. We got together a few more times after school started again, but it wasn't the same. It felt like we were sneaking around, and I felt like I was competing with this guy. I was jealous. And the truth was, aside from the sex, we didn't have all that much in common. We couldn't find much to talk about. Truth be told, I don't think she was that bright. So we drifted apart. We became less than friends, but more than acquaintances. She got engaged. I got busy with school. We totally lost contact. I hope she has a good life. Two Firsts "Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME," Jackie screamed, as she thrust her hips hard upward, into Michael's descending pelvis. It was some combination between ecstasy and agony that drove her to this new heightened level of aggression. This man was moving in and out of her, charging into her inner-most depths. He was stretching her to capacity, ravaging her to her very soul. The desperate aching in her loins was almost too much for her to bare as she fought her way toward an orgasm, the intensity of which was sure to far surpass anything she had yet experienced. With each thrust, each movement, it felt as though all of her body's telekinetic energy, all of her life blood were being summoned to this mecca of soft skin and sweet moisture, this epicenter of nerve endings that she harbored between her now tense and shaking legs. She ground herself into him, attempting to extract her climax from this man's hard, thick member, dividing her at this junction of heaven, where two legs come together to form that which is most woman. Even if she had wanted to stop thrusting, she would not have been able. Her most primal urges had taken over completely. All thoughts of etiquette and courtesy were completely flushed out of her mind. Even her command of the English language had been reduced to shouting obscenities. Her finger nails dug into his backside as she tried to pull him further, deeper into her most sacred of places. He was in as far as he could go. He filled her up completely, stretching her on all sides, yet she kept pulling him in. It hurt to have him pressing against her, stretching her insides, but she could not stop herself. She needed this pain. The glowing sensation in her crotch was making itself more and more known by the moment. This new kind of arousal was as strange as it was mind-blowing. In the past she had always yearned to feel some kind of arousal, any kind at all. When she had had orgasms they had felt good, but they were nothing to scream and yell about like those girls on the videos. She had always suspected that these movies were strictly for men who had never been with a woman before. She reasoned that any man who had actually had sex with a female would know that women didn't react like that to sex. Now she was learning how wrong she had been. This new form of intense arousal was so consuming it even scared her a little. It wasn't that it made her want to stop. It was that it made her never want to stop. It instilled her with the feeling that that this feverish and frantic arousal must be satisfied, and that friction, friction was the answer. Pressure, rubbing, pushing, grinding, fucking. These must be the things that would appease her growing urges. Everything in her lower half told her that the way to alleviate this pleasant misery to was heave herself against him with that all she had. Every time she did so It felt, at first, as though the arousal was being satiated, but if the rubbing and pushing subsided only for the moment, she felt even more desperate than before. All she could do was have faith that her orgasm was coming, for if it was not she didn't know what she would do She was a slave to her own lust. Her mind was no longer in any sort of control, whatsoever. This was a kind of arousal she had never known. Orgasm was the only thing she cared about now. It was the only end that made any difference to her. She arched her back and took him in as far as she could. Every nerve was alive and responding to their communal, frenzied movement. She was being driven forward by a force she did not recognize, nor was it something she could control. "Oh my God. Oh Jesus," she thought to herself. "I am almost there, I'm almost there, I'm almost there!" There was no stopping her. The intense craving for sexual gratification that had been pulsating in her engorged and dripping vulva had now permeated her entire body. Her fingers and toes tingled with every movement, every breath, every sound. "Oh, oh, oh my Holy God, fuck! Don't stop Michael, oh please don't stop! Don't you dare FUCKING STOP!!" It was somewhere between the most desperate plea and the most dictatorial command. She couldn't have cared less. At this moment she was a woman without conscience, without external cares, she was a female beast indulging in the most precious gift nature had provided. Michael's thrusts grew faster and harder. She would be sore the next day, but telling him to slow down now was out of the question. It felt too wonderful. The feeling began to well up inside her, building slowly but surely. She could not tell him to stop anymore than she could make her heart stop beating. She knew he would if she asked, she just didn't want to ask. The sensation was more intense now. It was beginning to envelope her, to consume her. It was coming fast. She was so close. Her breathing changed from deep and heavy to short and frantic. Her ability to use coherent words and sentences for the purposes of communication was now completely gone. The only sounds that escaped her lips took the form of short, hard moans. "Oh, uh, uh, ahhh, oh…" she was so close now. The feeling between her legs was so strong she could barely see. She grabbed his muscular ass and pulled him into her with all of her strength and then some. She could feel her climax on it's way now. While the only sounds to escape her mouth took the form of moans and short breaths, inside she was shouting to herself, cheering herself on. "Uh, uh, come on, you can do it. Your, oh, almost there, oh God, oh God, yes, oh here it comes, here it-- --- "What are you doing?!" My girlfriend is standing in the doorway. Although I can tell she is trying to look mad, there is hint of amusement that she can't quite conceal. As I sit at my computer, fully erect penis in hand, I quickly losing all interest in "Jackie and Michael's Rendezvous," an epic which, until just a few seconds ago, had my complete attention. "Umm…" I stammer. "So this is what you do when I leave town?" She says. I'm still in panic mode. I'm sure that my face is beat red, and frozen in a mixture of fear and embarrassment. "Umm… I thought your flight took off at 11:00 am.," I say. Great. Good cover, Josh. Not that you can really cover anything when you get caught red-handed masturbating to Internet porn. "It got delayed." Was all she said. Now it's not like Anne is a regular polly-perfect or anything. The two of us have, on many occasions, watched and read porn together. It's something we both enjoy. It isn't getting caught by her that makes me so uncomfortable. It's simply getting caught. As a teenager I used to go online and look at porn at my mother's house. Because she got off work at different times depending on the day of the week, it was not always possible to predict exactly when she would show up. More than once I found myself frantically closing pop-up windows and opening my email to the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. The point I am trying to make here is that getting caught was a constant fear of mine. And now, so many years later, this fear is being realized, although instead of my mom standing in the doorway, it is my girlfriend. "Delayed?" I manage to squeak out. I look at the clock at the corner of my screen. 11:23. Damn. She should be on that plane right now. It's not that I would rather have the Internet than my girlfriend, but if she were on the plane then she wouldn't have just caught me doing what I as just doing. My penis, now shrinking and soft, sticks flacidly out the fly of my boxers. With a feeling of utter helplessness, I wait to see what will happen next. I can tell by the flush in her cheeks that she's a little turned on by what she's just seen. Still, I'm very uncomfortable about the whole situation, and it is obvious who has the upper hand. There is a little bit of slipperiness on my right hand due to my enhanced state of arousal. A few seconds ago it had been bringing me a good deal of pleasure, allowing my hand to slide freely around the head of my cock. Now this slipperiness just feels awkward and sticky. I go to wipe it off so I can close the window on my screen when Anne comes over to me. "Not so fast, kiddo," she says, "let's see what was so good that you didn't hear me call to you three times from downstairs." Three times? Jesus. I was even more in to that story than I thought. Anne sits on my lap, facing the computer. Her legs dangle on either sides of mine, and the stiff denim fabric of her skirt slides up until most of her thighs are exposed. Without thinking, I reach down to caress them. "Whoa, easy big fella." She says. Perhaps she is referring to the stroking of her legs. Perhaps she is referring to the fact that, upon feeling her ass, covered by a pair of soft silken panties, my cock has started growing and hardening once again. "Sorry." I say. I just sit in silence while Anne reads. "Oh, Jack, you feel so BIG!", she says, mockingly. She's making fun, but I can tell she's starting to get into it. I continue to rub her thighs, and I begin kissing her right shoulder blade. She lets out a soft moan in spite of herself, and I begin to think that perhaps this isn't such a catastrophe after all. As she reads on, I wrap my arms around her stomach, just barely brushing the bottoms of her breasts with my thumbs. As I move my hands from her stomach to her back, she begins moving her ass in little circles around my lap. This feels incredible, and I quickly unhook her bra and place my hands on her soft, firm breasts. Soon she is reading the story out loud, the mocking sound completely gone from her voice. As I hear her recount the occurrence of sexual intercourse between Jackie and Michael I realize that not only is she moving her hips, but now I too am grinding myself against her butt, pressing myself into that silken paradise, under which lies the soft flesh that crave so deeply. Next, she reaches up to where my hands are caressing her breasts. She takes my right hand and leads it down, past her waist line, and presses it against the thin strip of cloth that covers her. Oh, she is so warm. As I press against her, moving my hand in little circles, up to her clit, and down along her vagina, I feel the cloth of her undergarments beginning to saturate with her warm, soft moisture. "Mmm," the noise escapes her lips as I gingerly play with her inner thighs. I move my hand from one to the other, just grazing over her clitoris with each pass. This causes her to rock her hips just a bit more vigorously, pressing her ass into my crotch over and over. She takes my left hand to her mouth, and gently licks. First just one finger, than two. Eventually she takes my middle and ring fingers into her mouth completely. This forces me to stop what I am doing, and just sit there in ecstasy for a few seconds. "Oh, keep going," she mews. I take my fingers from her mouth, and her inner thighs, and reach for the sides of her panties. She presses her shoulder blades into my chest, and arches her back, lifting her rear-end from my lap so that I can remove the constrictive material from hers. She stays in this awkward position long enough so that I can remove my boxers as well. After a bit of wriggling and squirming, she settles back down onto me. Her now completely bare ass is resting on my lap, with my incredibly hard cock sticking strait out beneath her so that it pokes out in front of her, just under her hot, wet pussy. She reaches down and takes hold of my cock. Gently pulling it up, she rubs my tip against herself. This causes us to let out a simultaneous "Uhhh…" "Ohhhh, we can't do this," I say. "I know," answers Anne, "but I want it so bad, I need you inside me." "We're out of condoms," I tell her. This really doesn't matter. Even if there were fifty condoms sitting on my dresser, neither of us are about to get up from this most heavenly of positions. "Touch me," she says. I reach around and again begin playing with her, only this time I can place my fingers inside her, and rub them directly over her spongy, swollen clit. "Oh Josh… Oh Josh…" "Let's just do it," I say. "No, you're right," she says, "we can't, we can't." I reach up and once again and touch her breasts, but this time I squeeze them hard, and pull her into me. As I touch her, her hands travel down to her own warm moist opening, to take over where my fingers had left off. As I caress her tits and bite her neck, I hear the warm, wet sounds of hurried fingers going in, and out, and around. Judging by the noise alone I can tell that both her hands are in on the action. Then she does something that feels so incredible I almost come right here and now. With both hands slippery and wet from the joys of self gratification, she reaches down and begins to stroke my dick in slow, steady precision, from tip to base, and back again, up and down, up and down. It feels so amazing. As she strokes me, she is getting more and more in to it, too. "Mmmm, I gotta go on the pill," she says. "Mmmm hmmm…" I reply. It's the only response I'm capable of formulating at this particular point in time. I'm so curious what she feels like inside. I mean what she really feels like, without a condom. She feels incredible even with a thin layer of latex to deaden the sensation, but I can only imagine what it must be like without. As I get more into the fantasy, I begin to really imagine that her juice-soaked hands are actually her vagina, that she is stroking me with her womanhood, and not just the moisture that she has borrowed from there. The more I fantasize, the more real it feels. I'm on another plain of existence. One where we don't have to worry about pregnancy, and I slide freely in and out of her warm, tight vagina for hours on end… She's stroking harder and faster now. I must admit that in my state of intense arousal it really does feel as though I am penetrating her, and not just her hands. She is moaning and grunting, and jerking. She grabs my legs, digs her nails into them, and continues rocking back and forth. It feels so real, so much like we're actually… Wait! She's holding my legs, one in each hand. She's rocking back and forth on my lap. She's fucking me! We're actually doing it. I was getting so into my fantasy that I didn't notice her lose control and bury me deep into her. Oh, my God! The realization that I am finally having her in all her radiant beauty nearly sends me over the edge yet again. I grab her hips and start pulling her in, and pushing her out. We are both panting and heaving, I can't stop. "What…are…we…doing?" I manage to get out. "Ohhhh honey…" she says, "you feel so good inside me. You feel so good inside me." "No," I say, "we can't do this." It was the most incredible feeling I had ever felt, but I don't want to have to worry about kids. I reach my arm around her waist, and lift her off of me. It almost hurts, not having that amazing sensation anymore, but I know it's the right thing. Then I get an idea. I hold her up with the one arm, and with the other, I take my cock, and slide it up and down her ass crack, taking time to linger at her small puckered hole. I eventually stop there, and place the head of my dick so it is just resting at the entrance. She starts to say something, until I quickly take my hand off my propped up cock and, leaving it pressing against her anus, move my fingers around to attend to her still throbbing clit, which has been grossly neglected over the last few minutes, all the while supporting her with my other arm. With this she lets out a long deep 'Ohhhhhh', and begins to sit down on my cock. At first it doesn't feel like I will be able to fit inside. I continue to fondle her clit, making sure that it pokes just in between the tips of my middle and ring fingers. She moans, and squirms from my touch, and it feels so good just having her sitting on me like that, with my cock just poking at the entrance. It becomes obvious that pretty soon I am going to explode all over her hole before I have a chance to get inside. I mean, hey, I just had my first experience with condomless sex, and now, if I can only hold out, I'm about to have my first experience with anal sex. You'd be excited, too. I keep rubbing her, and she keeps squirming on me, and I can feel my orgasm building. I can't stop it. I'm not coming yet, but I know I will soon. And then, it happens. She relaxes and I slide in, all the way in. Oh, I can't even describe the sensation. Once inside her I begin furiously rubbing her clit, as I want her to get to climax with me. As I rub faster, she squirms more and more until I know I won't be able to hold back any longer, and I just let go. I have the most intense orgasm, that lasts for about ten seconds. I feel myself stiffen as I pump spurt after spurt of semen inside of her. I feel dirty, and incredible, all at once. At exactly the same time I hear her call out my name. Now, she stiffens, and digs her nails into my thighs, while I rub her clit faster than ever before. As I touch her, and with my cock still buried deep in her ass, she comes to the most all-consuming orgasm that I have ever seen. We sit like this, with me still inside her, for a few minutes before she finally gets up, and I slide out, soft and satisfied. She too, has a look of utter bliss on her face. "That felt incredible," I tell her. "Mmmm hmmm," she agrees, "thank God for flight delays. Two Firsts for Jill It was my opinion, as I'm sure it is for most women my age that after you're in your forties the days of new sexual adventures are over. Other than maybe a new fantasy taken from a romance novel most of my sex life was in a rut. Don't get me wrong my husband is great and I knew he loved me but after so many years of married life, the thrill was gone. To make matters worse my vagina was so stretched from childbirth I could no longer even feel my Joe inside me. I also knew if I couldn't feel Joe, he couldn't feel me. We carried on with our usual bouts of sex not loveless, but joyless. It was the 'elephant in the room' we dared not talk about; I mean anything I said to Joe would sound like a slight to his manhood. Joe was too much a gentleman to say I was too big. It all came to a head one night as I sat astride Joe silently wishing he would cum so I could go take a bath. I increased my tempo and whispered something in his ear like 'cum baby'. I finally realized he was tapping me on the shoulder, "Honey can't you feel I fell out about ten strokes ago." First, I was mortified and then I was mad and we ended in a big fight. We said some nasty things like him calling me the Kentucky Wonder Cave and me telling him he definitely wasn't a member of the Giant Redwood Forest. I went off to my bath and he went to sulk in front of the TV. As I lay in the tub feeling guilty for all I'd said, I realized we had finally brought up that elephant. Now that it was out in the open maybe, we could talk about it rationally. I got out of the bath and went to find Joe to apologize for something that was all my fault. He turned off the TV when I came in the room, and bless him he apologized first. I told him I loved his cock and to prove it I bent down and gave him a blow job, which I hate, even swallowing his sperm, which I hate even worse. After, I crawled up in his lap and said I was sorry that I was so stretched out I couldn't feel him anymore. I told him I still wanted to have sex and I loved him more than ever but what could we do to increase his pleasure. He told me that now right after he had cum so much he couldn't think about and that we should talk later. The next day I went on line looking at those sexual advice websites for women and after surfing for a while found something that perked my interest. A woman whose problem was similar to mine was told to try anal to give her husband some pleasure. This was something I had never even considered let alone tried. The more I thought about it the more the idea interested me. That night when Joe got home, we discussed it and he wanted to try it right away but I refused. I told him I lost my cherry to a boy in the back seat of his mother's car and if I was giving my other cherry to Joe, it was going to be a special occasion. After school, Friday I shipped the kids to my mother's for the weekend. I came home and douched my back door, then took a long hot bubble bath. Joe and I had a romantic candle lit dinner and he was so sweet to bring me roses. I had candles in our bedroom and a new bottle of erotic lube. I was nervous and afraid of a painful evening. Joe saw this right away, was patient, and told me it was my call if I didn't feel like it we would stop. He started massaging my rectum with a lubed finger and as I began to feel comfortable with it, he increased it to two. I could tell by his breathing that Joe was almost beyond excited so I asked him to try his penis but to go slow. Once he got the head of his dick inside, my sphincter closed down in panic. I told Joe to stay just where he was, I remembered my breathing exercises from having babies. As I breathed as I did in delivery, I began to relax my back door and Joe just slipped in. I could not believe how full I felt and I made Joe hold still and then as I relaxed more I began to feel more at ease and Joe began a slow rhythm. Alas just as with my first cherry, the 'boy' didn't last very long and within about three strokes my Joe was filling my anus with his sperm. OK, anal sex for Joe fantastic, anal sex for me, not so much. Yet I was happy for Joe at last my body was giving him some pleasure. Anal became a regular sex practice for us, Joe always asked, never expected but then I never refused either. Then one night after a little too much wine loosened my tongue I confessed to Joe that I got little pleasure from anal. I told him I liked doing it but I was one of those women who climaxed from vaginal intercourse and I felt I was missing out. We went back to our old way of making love but that just meant that both of us were not enjoying it. Joe came home from work the next day and said he had an idea, he asked if I would listen with an open mind. Talk about off the wall; he was on the back of the job site peeing with his assistant Carry, when he happened to look down at his dick. Joe said, "Honey his cock must be ten inches long and five inches around." I said something about boys and their toys but he kept on going. "No listen to me; he is the answer to our problems. If you'd fuck him I know you'll feel that monster inside you." Well believe you me I threw a fit, "Just what do you think I am, some kind of slut who sleeps around looking for that perfect cock? Besides he is just a boy, why do you think he'd want to sleep with an old woman?" "Jill he is not just a boy he's almost twenty and he's really a good kid. Don't tell me you didn't notice him drooling over you at our barbecue last month. I telling you he would jump at the chance to have you. Jill honey, I don't think you're a slut; I just want you to have some pleasure." What Joe didn't tell me until latter was he had a secret fantasy of watching me sleep with another man. The more Joe talked about it the more comfortable I became and Carry was cute in a high school quarterback sort of way. In the end we decided to invite him over for dinner with no mention of why and let nature take its course. While having cocktails before dinner, Joe asked me into the kitchen, "Honey you're going to have to take the initiative here, poor Carry is in way over his head, I know he wants you but he is just too shy. Please I want this for you, you take the lead, and he will follow." "What about you, what are you going to do?" "After dinner, I'm going to play drunk and go off to bed to pass out for the night." We all drank too much, I needed it to relax my nerves, I think Carry was so nervous he just drank to have something to do and as for my husband he wanted to make sure Carry thought he was drunk. During dessert, Joe slurred something like, you two have fun, gave me a kiss, and went to bed. I decided it was now or never I went over to Carry and just kissed him deeply with a lot of tongue. I could tell he was already excited by the way he was breathing. I felt just like a hussy and I decided if that's the way I felt then that's the way I would act. I grasped his dick and got the shock of my life, Joe was right he was huge. Without a word, I led him to our spare bedroom and as soon as I got my clothes off he lost his shyness and became an animal. I had almost forgotten how good it felt to be thoroughly fucked. It was all so wild I remember a thought ran through my head 'I hope his condom doesn't break' but I really didn't care I just wanted the feeling of my pussy being pounded. I must have cum five times before Carry filled that magnum rubber. I don't think Joe knew but Carry was not the first strange cock I had enjoyed since we had been married but it had been awhile and besides the size, I also enjoyed the excitement of it all. Before Carry left, I told him I hoped we could do it again soon and he said anytime. After he left, I went to Joe with no idea what his mood would be. He was lying in our bed naked rubbing himself. Turns out he had been spying on us and was so aroused he could hardly keep himself from cumming on our hall rug. He took me from the rear and as he filled my anus, he said he wished Carry was deep in my pussy at the same time. Joe came almost as soon as he said that, and it got me wondering if I could handle both men at the same time. As we lay beside each other Joe asked me for a detailed account of my new lover and what all we did. I began telling him of my adventure and the more I said the harder Joe got. I casually asked what he thought about both him and Carry doing me at the same time. Joe moaned and told me he had just cum on his belly. I told Joe if this was what he wanted he would have to set it up and I was leaving it all up to him. The next day Joe called me from work saying it was a go and both he and Carry wanted to try it that night. That left me with a lot to do and I started my day at the drugstore buying condoms. I must say I enjoyed the look of shock on the cashier's face as I laid a whole box of magnum size rubbers on the counter. I went home, douched both holes, and then took a long hot bath. That was the night I found sexual nirvana as I sat astride Carry taking his cock deep inside me I had my first orgasm. When I felt Joe, pushing through my rectum is when I realized I was now fucking two men at the same time and just that thought brought on my second orgasm. You could almost feel the excitement in the air and the smell of sex was everywhere. I knew neither man would last long nor I but I wanted to get as many climaxes as I could. I felt like a sexual princess satisfying two men at the same time and as I felt Joe empty inside me, I felt Carry's balls tense and release. This brought on one more orgasm for me, how many I had I don't know as I lost count. This was just the first of many nights with my two he-men and they only got better as we became more skilled with our lovemaking. Then one night after Joe and I had said good night to Carry I said, "Joe what do you think about me inviting my friend Sharon over and see if you can please both of us?" Well that tale will have to wait for another story. Two Firsts In One Don't you just hate it when you get caught out? I find that it usually happens at the worst possible time or at the very least at the most interesting possible time. Take for example the most recent time that I had been caught out thinking of something I most likely should not have been thinking at the time. I was happily indulging in what is one of my favourite activities. We had just had a wonderful session of sex in which my cock had been completely worn out and I was unable to get hard at the moment, so I was busy between my wife's legs tasting the mixture of her cunt juice and my cum. I was taking my time kissing her puffy cunt lips and ever so gently kissing her clit now and then causing her to gasp each time I made contact with her sensitive clit. I heard the throaty moan that she does when she is feeling pleasure. "I bet you are wishing that it was someone else's cum in my cunt that you are licking up right now," she said as I licked the length of her cunt. Not taking my lips and tongue off of her, I look up her body and see that she is looking down at me. I should explain that our sex life was pretty good, well at least I couldn't complain. My wife was happy to let me fuck her regularly and we love to talk about various scenarios and fantasies while we were fucking. One of the reoccurring scenarios that we do talk about is having another person join us and our third is usually male. I give a non-commital "mmmm" and keep running my tongue over her cunt and between the lips to delve inside of her. "Yep," she said. "I would say that you are wondering just how different someone else would taste, or rather what how different someone else and I would taste." "As a matter of fact, I bet you would have gladly been between my legs licking on my clit while someone else was fucking me just so that you could get at my cunt just as soon as he pulled out after cumming in me," she kept on talking to me. She sure knew what buttons to push and I moved my tongue all the more vigorously over and in her cunt as well as flicking her clit now and then. "I bet that even in the heat of the moment you would even lick his cock while it is sliding in and out of me." "I could always make you clean him off before letting you lick me," she teased. I started to get the familiar feeling in my cock as it started to harden as she spoke. In next to no time, I was fully hard. I gave her cunt one last kiss, then slid my body up hers and let my cock once again enter her. I didn't think I would have been able to fuck her again this night, but she I was proved wrong and I eagerly pumped my cock in and out of my wife's cunt until my balls tightened and I exploded in orgasm, dumping more cum into her receptive cunt before collapsing on top of her totally exhausted. "That was nice," she purred. "Definitely," I mumbled as I lay with my head against her chest. "I think it is time to go ahead and get someone to join us," suggest my wife. "You really got going when the possibility of it being someone else's cum that you were licking from me." "It was fantastic," I agreed. "Do you really want to try and bring someone else into bed with us?" "I think so yes," she said. "Talking about it during sex has always made a wonderful thing that little more exciting and I think I would like to try it. If you are OK with the idea." A thousand responses flitted through my head like: Ok? I think it is fantastic. Sharing you with another guy would be incredible. I can't wait to see you getting fucked by someone else. The idea of licking you while you are being fucked is a complete turn on. Getting between your legs after some guy has cum in you and licking you would be great. Helping you clean the mixture of you and him off his cock. Hmmm... where did that one come from? "You're frowning," she observed. "You don't like the idea." "No," I covered, "I didn't realize that I was frowning. I think it is an idea worth looking into." The next morning we tried to figure out just who we would try to get and join us in bed. Did we want someone we knew? Would it be better if it were a stranger? Both these questions were gone over at great length and after all were said and done, we were no closer to knowing who we wanted to have sex with us. One thing that we did decide is that whoever it was that joined us, it would not be someone that we already knew. We figured that knowing the person could only lead to problems in the future. A bar seemed to be the best bet for checking out possibilities, so we made ourselves presentable and went to one of the local watering holes. My wife didn't get too dressy as we didn't want to have guys hitting on her. We rather wanted to just sit back, not be noticed and check the people out. Nothing more. So we thought. As night wore on we each pointed out various people and discussed what we thought about them. I am not sure if it was a subconscious thing or not, but one or the other seemed to find something wrong with each suggestion until he was singled out. I'm not really sure which one of us first saw him. He was sitting by himself and didn't seem to be interested in any of the others in the bar. He looked a little younger than us. He was not what you would call handsome, but he was not ugly by any mean either. An average looking, clean cut person was the best way to describe him. My wife and I started to talk about him and we soon found that we could not find much about him that we didn't like. Well not much that we could tell from watching him from a distance. I must admit that the more we talked about him, the more excited I got at the idea of him joining us in bed and soon my cock was starting to harden. I also noticed that my wife's nipples were making very visible marks in her shirt. I think that the idea was appealing to her as well. "How on earth do you approach someone and ask them to join us for sex?" my wife inquired. "Don't know," I admitted. "I suppose one would have to just start talking to him and get to know more about him." "I think that you would be the better one for that" I said. "He probably would appreciate the interest from a female much more than from a male." "You never know" she laughed, "but it would be better if he did prefer girls to boys." "Off you go then," I prompted. "Now!" you said with a rather surprised look on your face. "I thought that we were just going to look for someone and talk more about it, not actually try to pick up someone." "I know, but I must admit that I am finding myself getting quite aroused thinking about it and while we see someone that we both think may suit our needs, why not go for it?" She sat and processed what I said for a while, then finished her drink and stood up. "Why not" she said and headed to get another drink. I expected her to return to me, but instead she headed over towards the table where our perspective third was sitting. I thought that she was going to sit at his table, but instead took a seat at the table next to his. It wasn't long before conversation started between the two of them. She seemed to be doing most of the talking. What she could be talking about I didn't know, but the more I watched her the harder my cock got until I was fully erect in anticipation of what could happen later if she did find him to her liking. It was not long before she moved over and sat at his table. Sat rather close to him, I thought as a brief stab of jealousy ran through me. The jealousy quickly passed as the excitement of what might happen returned to my thoughts. I must admit that, after watching them for a while, that they seemed to be having a good time. They were both smiling and laughing frequently, and my wife kept giving him little touches on the arm as she talked. When their drinks finished, he got up and went to the bar to get refills. My wife looked at me and smiled rather broadly and nodded her head as if to indicate that she liked him and would like to see if he would want to join us. She pointed at me and then held her thumb up, then her thumb down, asking what I thought. At this point I was extremely turned on and was pretty much ready to give anything a shot so I smiled and gave her a thumbs up. When he returned with the new drinks to their table, my wife leaned in and started to talk quietly with him. I noticed that the hand closest to him had disappeared under the table and could only assume where it was. If it was anywhere touching the guy's body, I will admit that he covered it pretty good. Suddenly his eyes lifted and he looked straight at me while my wife continued to talk into his ear. I smiled and lifted my drink in a toast to reassure him that what he was being told was the truth. I couldn't believe how hard I was thinking about being able to lick my wife after he had cum in her. If he agreed, I was not sure how I was going to get outside without everyone knowing that I was sexually excited. He must have agreed because I soon saw them getting up and heading for the door. I finished my drink then did my best to act normal keeping my eyes straight ahead as I left. We all met at our car and introductions were made. His name was Tom which spiked the thrill of what we were going to do more. Tom, as it turns out, is usually the name of the person in our fantasies. My wife was grinning like crazy as I shook Tom's hand. My wife suggested that she went in Tom's car that way he would not have to worry about getting lost following us. I led in our car and Tom was right behind me the whole way. While looking in my mirror I noticed that my wife was sitting right beside Tom as he drove. I wondered if anything was going on in the other car and rubbed my cock through my pants at the thoughts running through my head. We arrived at our place and went into the Lounge. I excused myself to get some drinks after finding out what the other two wanted. I heard the stereo start playing softly as I got the drinks together and almost dropped them when I stepped into the Lounge. Tom and my wife were standing in the middle of the floor swaying to the rhythm of the music, though they were not quite dancing. Tom was standing behind my wife, nuzzling her neck with his hands under her shirt gently caressing her tits. My wife's hands were both behind her back massaging Tom's cock, I assumed since I could not actually see where her hands were. My wife turned around and faced Tom, then leaned into his face and slowly started to kiss him. The kisses were short at first then they started to get longer and longer. It was not too long before I could tell that their tongues were starting to get into the action. I set the drinks down and moved over behind my wife and started running my hands over her back and ass, letting one hand slide between her legs as my hand moved higher. A moan escaped her lips as they continued to kiss. Without saying anything, my wife stopped kissing Tom and turned to start kissing me. "Thank you for this," she whispered. "Thank you," I replied. As we kissed I could feel Tom's hands moving over my wife's body much the same as mine had been. We broke off the kiss and separated, nervously looking at each other as if we were not sure what should happen next. We decided to move to the bedroom and my wife took hold of one of my hands and one of Tom's and walked between us. Once in the bedroom, my wife moved in front of Tom and, with one finger, traced the outline his cock made on his pants. "I think it is time to see this thing that I have been feeling," my wife absolutely purred. She sank to her knees and gave Tom's cock little kisses as her hands opened his pants, and kept kissing it as she lowered his pants to the floor. I could see his underwear had a small wet patch where the end of his cock was. I would not be surprised if I was not in the same state if not wetter. I was entranced as my wife reached into his underwear and took a hold of his cock, then stretched the band with her other hand and moved his cock until it was pointing straight up. I had my first look at a hard cock then. Well some of a hard cock between Tom's underwear and my wife's hand there was only the head and a little of the shaft of his cock exposed, but the head was shiny with pre-cum. It was almost like watching someone in slow motion as I watched my wife's head move forward and lower towards Tom's cock. Her tongue slipped from between her lips and she swirled he tongue over the head of Tom's cock gathering up his pre-cum before her tongue disappeared between her lips again. "Yum!" she said as she smiled up at me. She slowly pulled Tom's underwear down and his cock fell forward to point almost directly at my wife's face. Cupping his cock, my wife started to kiss the head of his cock, then gave soft kissing up and down both sides of his cock before opening her mouth and taking a couple of inches of Tom's cock into her mouth. I heard Tom's sharp intake of breath and knew exactly what he was feeling. I could almost envision her tongue moving over every bit of cock in her mouth, while one of her hands stroked up and down the length that was out of her mouth. She stopped stroking him and held his cock steady at the base and started to move her head. His cock sliding easily in and out of her mouth. My wife stopped sucking Tom's cock and gave a final kiss to the head and stood up. "I do believe that I am ready to get fucked," she announced and lifted her shirt off and then removed her bra. I started to take my clothes off and Tom finished stripping. When we were all naked we moved to the bed. My wife had me lay down with my feet at the top of the bed. Giving me a quick kiss she asked, "Are you sure you are ready for this?" "Positive," and answered and with that she crawled over me into the classic 69 position. I felt her take my hard cock in her hand and then start to work her lips up and down my cock before sliding her mouth over my cock. I was looking up at the pink lips of her cunt and gave her clit a few licks and kisses. While I was licking my wife's clit, Tom's cock moved over my forehead aiming to split my wife's cunt lips. He paused at the entrance to my wife's cunt then I got a very close look as the head of another man's cock slipped into her. I watched as Tom kept slowly pushing his cock deeper and deeper into my wife until they were literally joined as one. How I kept from blowing my load I don't know. Here I was getting a fantastic blowjob while seeing one of the biggest fantasies of my life just inches in front of my face. I felt Tom shift and he started pulling his cock out. Soon just the head of his cock was still inside my wife and his cock was now glistening with the juices from my wife's cunt. He held steady for the smallest amounts of time, then his hips moved forward and his cock disappeared into my wife again and started his slow fuck of her. I watched for a while before going for broke and stuck my tongue out and to lick her cunt. It was a weird feeling knowing that I was most likely going to have some contact with another man's cock while I licked my wife, but I was so turned on right now that it didn't matter. My wife groaned loudly around my cock as my tongue moved lazily over her clit and she pushed back onto Tom's cock and my tongue. I started to lick her clit in earnest and before long I was licking Tom's cock as well as my wife. I can't describe the feeling of his cock as it moved over my tongue, but I was certainly enjoying licking my wife's juice from it. What happened next caught me completely by surprise. Tom's cock was just inside my wife, ready to be pushed back in, when she tilted her hips and Tom's cock slipped out of her. With my tongue stuck out licking her clit, there was no way Tom's cock could do anything other than what it did. It fell right into my open mouth just as he started to push forward again. I don't know exactly what went through my mind as the head of his cock entered my mouth, but my instinct was to close my mouth around it and suck. So I did. With his cock about half way into my mouth Tom realized that he was not in my wife's cunt anymore and pulled out of my mouth and once again pointed his, now clean cock, at my wife's cunt and pushed in. I felt, and heard, my wife chuckle around my cock and then she started bobbing her head up and down, sucking hard intent on getting me to cum. I raised my head and let my tongue move over her clit, and Tom's cock, again but all too soon I started to get that feeling in my cock and balls and knew that I was going to cum very soon. I let my head fall back onto the bed and I watched at Tom's cock slid in and out of my wife while she sucked and stroked my cock. I pushed up with my hips to try and get my cock as deep in her mouth as I could and grunted as I started to cum. She kept moving her head up and down my cock as well as stroking with her hand as I emptied myself. I don't know if I had cum anymore that I normally did, but with the thrill of what I was watching at the time, it seemed like my cock had kept twitching much longer than I had before. So intent on the orgasm that I was experiencing that I almost missed Tom pumping in and out of my wife faster and the sounds of a man about to cum. With one last loud grunt he pushed into my wife as far as he could. I watched entranced as his balls jumped depositing his cum in my wife's cunt When her orgasm subsided, I felt her start to lower herself from her hands and knees. Tom's softening cock slid from her cunt and I could see the mixture of his cum and my wife's cunt glistening on it. The head of his cock popped from her cunt just before her body came into complete contact with mine. "Lick me," I heard her whisper. One of the things that I had thought about for a while was, literally, now right under my nose. There was a freshly fucked cunt with someone else's cum in it waiting for me to lick. I hesitated for about two or three seconds then, with one hand on each of my wife's ass cheeks, I pulled her wet cunt to my lips. I gently gave her little kisses on and around her cunt then reached out with my tongue and licked the wetness from the length of her lips. The mingled juice of her and Tom entered my mouth for the first time. I wasn't sure how, or if, the mixture of their juices would taste compared to what my wife tastes like when I lick her after fucking, but I didn't notice any strong differences. I let my tongue slip between the lips of her cunt on my second lick digging a little deeper into her. I continued to lick the full length of her for a bit. After a while, I moved my attention to her clit and gave it a few flicks with my tongue before tracing lazy circles around it. My lips closed around her clit and I sucked gently while moving my tongue over and around it. The wetness really started to come out of my wife while I did this. I stopped the attention to her clit and went back to licking her cunt lips. Savoring the taste. I went back to giving attention to her clit and my wife started to push back against my mouth. I quite happily moved between licking her clit and licking her cunt. I was completely enjoying living out a favourite fantasy of mine and soon my cock responded to my excitement. I'll be the first to admit that I can't go all night and it has been a while since I have been close to getting it up again so soon after cumming, but I was really turned on at this point. As much as I was enjoying licking my wife, I was ready to fuck her. I moved my lips back to her clit and determinedly licked and sucked on it. Under this prolonged attention my wife's legs stiffened as her orgasm hit. I held her clit between my lips and until she relaxed, then licked the excess moisture from her cunt lips. "I want to fuck you now," I said and my wife moved off me and lay down. Two Firsts In One I eagerly moved between her legs and with no resistance at all slid my cock into her. I held steady deep inside of her for just a moment then started to fuck her lick a wild man. I was turned on and there was no holding me back. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me in when I thrust into her. It was not long before I got that familiar feeling in my balls and I pushed deep inside of her and added my cum to Tom's. When the high that I feel when I cum subsided I moved back down and licked my wife to another orgasm. In the throws of our passion, we didn't even realize that Tom had left us at some point. We did find a note in the morning telling us that he had very much enjoyed his time with us and would gladly repeat the experience again if we wished. My wife and I smiled at each other when we read that both thinking of the possibility of another night with our new friend. Two Flies The ping of the elevator echoes across the courtyard. Ben Chalmer crouches forward, so the screen hides half his face. But as always Tony glances neither left nor right as he steps from the elevator and walks along the breezeway. Ben knows he isn't being rational. What if Tony saw him? A man at his desk, a laptop in front of him, staring out the window. What would that Neanderthal think? Damn scribbler! Bet he makes a killing with his BS. Yeah, right. Tony flicks a cigarette over the balustrade, then knocks on Isabella's door. Eight p.m. sharp – leave it to Tony to waste no time. Isabella got home twenty minutes ago. The door opens. Tony disappears. Acid boils up from Ben's stomach. He pops two Pepcids, slams shut his laptop. No way he'll get anything done now. He leans back in his chair. The courtyard lies in shadow, the sky is Kool-Aid pink. A translucent image of himself hovers in the window: a man in his forties, a tired expression around the mouth. He pushes his ash-colored hair into place. Back in Santa Monica, he could watch the sun melt into the Pacific. No chance of that here, in the center of God's ashtray. Welcome to Smell-A! But you want to be close to her, don't you? Seven months and five days ago (a Wednesday) he was clicking through those websites – to avoid tackling that all-decisive second act. He knew the real thing was not for sale. He was done with this. What made him change his mind? Not Isabella's pictures: generic, face blurred. Her text? He noticed irony. On the phone she was matter-of-fact. Her voice was soothing. Three hours later he knocked on a door in a Hollywood apartment building. The usual lag of time while he sensed the eye behind the peephole. The door swung open. He stepped into the hallway, feeling the familiar thrill. Isabella emerged from behind the door. His breath came up short. This girl could never have nurtured a bad thought. There was a dimple in her left cheek. Her large brown eyes shone with curiosity, no judgment in them. Her throat moved as she swallowed, the long neck looking fragile. All of her looked fragile. She was a head shorter than him, 5' 8" maybe, above average for a woman of her race. But her build was more slender than he had judged from the pictures. The image of a roe he had seen grazing by a lake a couple of weeks ago on trip to Big Bear flashed through his mind. A strand of her dark hair fell in waves down the side of her face, lay in a curl atop her bosom. "Hello," she said quietly. "Hi." He stretched out his hand, placed the strand behind her ear, letting the tip of his thumb linger on her temple. Her mouth opened in a smile to reveal a set of large perfect teeth. She closed the door. Then she took the envelope from his fingers and without even looking inside threw it onto a side table. She pulled him into the bedroom. Three candles burning on a low table, their flames reflected in a dressing mirror. A scent of coconut and lime emanating from them. Jazz on the stereo. Sinking back onto the crisp linen, he recognized Charlie Parker's Lover Man – how appropriate! Isabella leaned over him. Her areolas shimmered through the lacy brassiere. He reached underneath her arms and unclasped it. Her full breasts spilled across his face as he raised his upper body. Her skin was taut and finely grained like that of a ripe pear. He could barely feel the implants. Oh well, this was La-La land, and anyway, he was no purist. Nothing wrong with improving on nature, particularly if perfection was the outcome. She grasped his wrists, pushed them into the cushion. "Let me." Her lips moved down his sternum and across his abdomen. They paused below his navel, tracked sideways, then down again. He moaned in anticipation as she kissed the inside of his thighs, then her mouth closed around his scrotum, and he gasped. She held his testicles between her teeth, her tongue playing with him. Suddenly her eyes were looking down into his. "You like that?" He nodded. She grinned, while a fingernail ran up his penis. "I can tell. We're getting some life here." She took him in her mouth, all of him, like he did not exist. The colors of the surrounding objects began to run. Later he thought his heart might have missed a beat or two. But he did he did not empty himself, not at this point. She would not let him. Her fingers were curled around his scrotum, choking off the spasm. Her mouth moved up and down on his penis, consuming him repeatedly, but release was denied him. He whimpered. She knelt up, her left hand still holding him. Her grip was both firm and gentle. His manhood throbbed in the empty air. She gave its head a playful touch with her right index finger. "Now it's ready for me." She reached underneath the pillow, pulled out a condom. She tore open the packet with her teeth, positioned the condom between her lips, pushed its tip out with her tongue, and placed it on his penis. Her touch was so light this time, he barely felt it. She positioned her elbows beside his rib cage. "You'll never forget this." She held his manhood upright, then lowered herself onto him. A warm resistance gave way as his penis advanced into her. Slowly she sank back, engulfing him. Like her hand had held his scrotum, with a calm but sure softness, she now enclosed his manhood. "You won't come," she stated. Then she raised and lowered herself, only a little and with patience. Their eyes locked. When she knew that he would do as he was told, she began to move faster. Her womanhood gripped his penis as she moved up and down. On each upward movement, she exposed a little more of his shaft, so that soon, at the maximum extension of the movement, only his tip was still inside her. Once she paused there, his penis yearning to be swallowed again. He began to raise his lower body, but she pressed down on his abdomen with her fingertips. She shook her head, winked, and resumed her movement. Soon his bowels were turning fluid. "I think I can't...." She reached behind herself, and her fingers were again around his scrotum. But this time they were not gentle, pulling his testicles away from his body with steady force. He squirmed underneath her, her back arched, her flesh shivered around him, and he thought he heard a tiny gasp, like air rushing away from a closing door. She lay down beside him, pulled off the condom. Her hand gripped him and gave a fast shake. He emptied himself with a force that allowed for no residue to be left. "Geez....you want to go clean up?" When he came out of the bathroom and lay down beside her, she put a hand on his chest. "I enjoyed you." "Thank you." He nestled his face in her hair. "I was not expecting that." She snorted. "I know. Guys underestimate me." "Won't happen again, at least not with this guy." They lay in silence for some minutes. She broke it by telling him it was only her second month in this biz. He laughed. What was he laughing about? Oh, the generosity of the gods. She made a face, like she couldn't handle poetry. It was exciting, she said, a nice break from the books. She wanted to become an attorney, specialize in family law. He leant over to kiss her mouth. She submitted, even opened her lips a little, before turning aside with a giggle. He hardly slept till Isabella's next workday, only a little better after that because she gave him a new appointment. It became his ambition to make her happy: to see her eyes light up as the wrapping fell under her fingers to reveal a Louis Vuitton bag or a Cartier watch. Then to feel those soft lips touch him.... The ringing of the phone wakes Ben from his reveries. He checks the display, hesitates, picks up. "Ben, I waited the whole effing day for that rewrite...." "It's...in the works." A smacking sound as Phil draws on his cigarette. "I'm meeting the suits tomorrow! The hell you think I should tell'em? Sorry, gentlemen, Monsieur artiste wasn't kissed by the muse?!" "I'm almost there." "Keep hearin' almost. How about you do us all a favour? Look up deadline one of these days!" "They liked the last version, they'll wait another coupla days." "Newsflash: they liked the title. Mind Games, gotta hand it to ya – awesome. The first half hour's good too. Nice one-liners." Phil takes another drag. "But your ending any moron can see coming a mile off!" "It's the most probable outcome." "Who gives a fuck?! People wanna be surprised. They expect it! It's called a twist!" Ben wonders whether he should bring up a word like 'contrived.' No point. He envisions Phil behind his glass desk, tapping its surface, like he always does when things aren't going well. Real smart, buster, letting your agent down.... "I'm working on it. Get me another week, please." "I think you're losin' it." "Come on...." "I'm serious. What's happened these past coupla months? You used to be Mr. Reliable. Still broke up about that shiksa you were shtupping?" "Of course not!" "Well, what is it?" "Bad spell. I'm over it!" The rasp of a lighter, another smacking sound. "Here's the deal. I'll cover your ass tomorrow. Last time. Friday, I haven't got that rewrite, I'm cutting you loose. And it better have one hell of an ending!" The line goes dead. Whew, cutting you loose. What's that supposed to mean? He better get cracking tomorrow. Two good days and the thing's in the bag! Who are you trying to kid? Ben glances towards Isabella's apartment. The kitchen light is off, but a glow tells him the one in her living room is on. The lamps over the breezeways have been switched on, the sky is a hazy black. 9:19 p.m..... His stomach growls. He goes into the kitchen, grabs a box of sushi from the fridge, hurries back to his study. By the time he's finished eating, another fifteen minutes have passed. One hour, thirty-four minutes. Good times, good times...but not for you! Is she as ruthless about pleasing Tony as she is – was! – about pleasing him? He has often asked himself this question. Does she ensure that Tony's nerves are coming undone before allowing release? Does he too feel his cell walls liquefying, his tissue turning into mush? No, impossible. Not with him! A perfunctory act, if at all. More is unimaginable. One hour, forty-three minutes! Knowing Isabella means waiting. Hell, he was waiting for her even before he knew her. Once he knew her, waiting for her workdays. Sitting in his car outside the Hollywood apartment building, waiting for his appointment. Afterwards in the car again, waiting.... Finally, she agreed to go out with him, when she had no other plans. He never thought of her as that type of girl, but he always slipped an envelope into her handbag. LA was tough when you were starting out: rent, car payments, tuition. She put his money to good use. The speed of her answers during those seminars at UCLA – amazing! But it wasn't enough: taking her out twice, three times a week, otherwise watching her from afar. ("Never come up to me in public, Ben.") How could it feel right for her? It hurt when she put a finger on his lips: "No, Ben, let's not spoil things, hm?" But if she wasn't ready to walk down the aisle, he was adult enough to accept that. He'd wait. But he did expect her to appreciate his moving into her apartment building. He just wanted to keep an eye on her.... On a Sunday morning three months ago, knocking on her door the first time. It would be a nice surprise. Maybe they could have breakfast together, celebrate that they were now neighbors. The chain across Isabella's face, the color draining from her cheeks. "Ben, what are you doing here?! I can't believe it! Go, go! Please go!" Later on the phone: "For God's sake! Get a life!" What was she talking about? His career was in overdrive. Back then it was. Who'd just gotten six figures to write a season opener for the highest-rated crime show? He didn't catch Isabella the following morning. He passed the day unpacking boxes, assembling furniture. He was just screwing a leg onto his desk when, around 7:30, the elevator gave a ping. She stepped onto the breezeway and, facing straight ahead, walked to her door. As she was closing it she looked across the courtyard. Shrugged. He'd give her time to shower.... Twenty minutes later, another ping. Still on the floor, he kneeled up and experienced something akin to a déjà vu. The guy was perhaps 5'4" and had to weigh at least 180 pounds. Chest bulging like that of a sea elephant rearing up for a fight, fists the size of volleyballs. A Neanderthal a time traveller from the future had persuaded to lay aside his club, given a hundred-dollar hair cut and put in an Armani suit. What had Phil said: "For your Mind Games-baddy I'm thinking a mobster. Short, fat, bad skin. Tony...Tony...Constantino! Does that sound like mob or what?!" And here he was, Tony Constantino shambling along the breezeway with the gait of someone well acquainted with the surroundings. Life did imitate art! Tony knocked on Isabella's door. It opened. He disappeared inside. That was a surprise, wasn't it? Hurt real bad, too, I bet.... An hour and fifteen minutes later the Neanderthal retraced his steps to the elevator. How could she? With that...monster?! In her home! ("Sorry, Ben, I never receive at home.") An hour and fifteen minutes! She never went into overtime! An acquaintance, friend, family member? Right. The Neanderthal was a regular she'd given her private address, a regular she liked! That's what ya thought, doofus! Always slow in the ways of the world, weren't ya? Tony showed up Mondays and Wednesdays, Isabella's work days. A half hour after she arrived, a ping would announce his visit. He stayed for: one hour, seven minutes; one hour, forty-five minutes; thirty-nine minutes.... Only one explanation: Tony didn't bring money. He picked it up. And stayed for entertainment! Nothing ya can do about it. Might be a head taller than him, but a Neanderthal gut-punch would put ya in a box! Isabella wouldn't appreciate heroism anyway. She hurried to the elevator, cut short attempts at small talk. Her behavior didn't even change four weeks ago when she had a swollen jaw after Tony's Wednesday visit. The following Monday she worked again – and that evening opened her door to him.... Ben's eyes catch the clock. He snaps into the present. 10:53 p.m. Two hours, fifty-three minutes! Maybe something's wrong.... Yes, indeedy. Tony's banging Isabella! And as long as you're not doing anything about it, how about getting your act together?! Ben picks up the eighty-odd pages. They feel brittle. He begins to read. The dialog gels alright. What's missing is...originality. Phil's right, he's lost something. Ideas used to come ten a day. Now it's rare that one comes. And usually it turns out it's only a hard to place memory of some old B-movie. Ben scribbles notes on the margins: underdeveloped, flashback?, more action.... At 11:15 p.m., he flings pen and script onto the desk. What the hell's going on?! Three hours and a quarter! Even Tony has never been good for more than two hours. He took it up a notch from a coupla slaps in the face.... Anything unusual? The cigarette over the balustrade? Not standard procedure, but seen before. Was the Neanderthal carrying anything? Nothing visible anyway. But there was something, wasn't there? Tony didn't display his usual shamble. There was tension in his step. As if he was about to burst at the seams from pent-up fury. A man with violence on his mind! You self-absorbed jerk! Ben grasps the phone. "Please let me be wrong." He punches Isabella's number, caller ID enabled. She has ceased to pick up or call back, but surely she'll realize he has legitimate cause for concern.... It rings once, twice, three times. Then that slow voice breathes down the line: "Hi, you've reached Isabella Cruz. I'm available for select daytime appointments in Hollywood. Please be sure to leave a call back number, and I'll be sure to get in touch." Beep. A vision of her body, twisted, bloody. Around Ben the dimensions of the room are becoming skewed. He shakes his head. No need to assume the worst. Maybe she's only beaten unconscious. Or tied up! He'll call the cops. What if he's wrong? Probably Tony has a police file, so they'd start asking questions about Isabella. It would ruin her life. Forget about a career with that on your record. She hasn't been treating you fairly, has she? Maybe she deserves to be taken down a peg.... For God's sake! Ben stands up. How can he think such a thing? He fills his lungs, looks down at himself. When did those pecs turn into flab? He'll walk past her apartment. If he hears muffled cries, slapping noises, step one will be to call the cops. If he hears nothing, he'll knock. Tony at the door, something's wrong. Line of retreat: trying to borrow some milk. Then back to step one. What if no one opens the door? Decide about that if it happens.... Ben leaves his apartment, turns right at the end of the corridor. The elevator, then the window of Isabella's kitchen comes into view. A shadow behind it? He needs stronger lenses. He turns onto the breezeway. As he approaches the window he slows his steps. Nothing. Then a clicking, followed by a swishing sound. Not from inside though. It's ahead. His mouth goes dry. Isabella's door is being opened. Tony is leaving, his handiwork completed! But it's not Tony. It's Isabella. A look of pleasant surprise on her face. "Hey Ben, how're you?" She closes the door. "I-I'm g-good." He clears his throat. "How are you?" She looks casual, wearing jeans, a white hooded sweater. "Fine, thanks." She smiles, but something's wrong. She's not fooling him. "See you later." "See you later, Isabella." She brushes past him. He catches the orange scent of her perfume, one to which he introduced her. "Oh, Ben." He spins around. Her left hand is playing with her hair. "Uhmm, Ben, I was thinking...I might need some help carrying something...." "No problem." "You're a sweetheart." Smiling. "I'll call you in a bit." A wave, then she continues on her way. His legs feel like matchsticks as he walks on. At the end of the breezeway there is a door to a staircase. He steps through, lets the door fall to until only a narrow gap remains ajar. Isabella is standing in front of the elevator, a sneaker-shod foot tapping the ground. He feels dizzy. They talked! The elevator opens. She disappears. Probably Tony sent her to pick up something. A bottle of champagne? Ben's stomach ties itself into a knot. Relax, old man. She'll call you.... He hurries to his apartment. He wants to watch Isabella's Jetta head down the street to the wine store. The Jetta does not emerge from the garage. He missed her. Back in his study, Ben is in time to see Isabella step from the elevator. She's pushing a flatbed dolly. On the dolly lies a cardboard rectangle that will fold out to be a box of almost a cubic yard volume. She must have been to her storage space. Now she unlocks her door and pulls the dolly into her apartment. Ben plonks down in his chair and thinks.... The conclusion he comes to is that Isabella is in deep trouble. No doubt, right now she's pacing her living room, telling herself this impromptu plan might actually work. But the trouble's even deeper than she imagines. His phone rings at 12:27 a.m. "Can you meet me by the elevator?" "Sure." As he rounds the corner of the corridor he sees her on the breezeway, leaning into the dolly. The box on top is heavy. "So nice of you to help." Two Flies "No big deal." She's wearing a new outfit, yellow slacks and a white top. She's put on some make-up. Is she pale underneath? It hurts to look at her, she's so beautiful. They step into the elevator. "Looking good, Ben. You been working out?" He is not sure what to do first, return the compliment or answer the question. "You, no, you, too." "Thanks. I need to hit the stepper real bad." Glancing at her slender legs. "Just been so busy with school." Ben nods. "But my schedule will look much better next week." Another nod. They reach the garage. Isabella steps outside, and with her pulling and him pushing they manoeuvre the dolly onto the concrete floor. "You stay here." Isabella presses the button. The gate clicks upward. She walks through. Ben looks down. Front and back, top and bottom of the box are secured with duct tape to the point that you can't see the cardboard. The sides are uncovered. Is he imagining that they are bulging? The dolly is hardly four inches high. Probably she used some makeshift ramp to push the box onto the dolly. The engine sound of Tony's Mercedes startles Ben. Isabella parks next to him. "This is why I need a man." She opens the rear door, points to the back seat. "That's where it needs to go." He squats and puts both his arms around the box, tests the weight. When he gives it all he has, he is able to put an inch of air between the box and the dolly, for a second. "Gee, Isabella. You got rocks in there?" "Just books." "So that's why they say the law will come down on you like a ton of bricks." She laughs, but it doesn't sound real. "Come on, big guy. You can do it!" With Isabella helping to raise the opposite side, Ben can get his right knee below the box. A bolt of white pain shoots up his spine as he tries to straighten his back. Standing half upright and clutching the box, he staggers two steps and crams it into the back seat. Isabella is clapping. "I knew you could do it!" She cups his biceps. "Wow! Thanks soooo much." "My pleasure." Ben gasps. Isabella checks her watch. "Better get going. My friend's expecting me. Late night study session. Plus, she wants her car back. She let me test-drive it." Right, Isabella. Suddenly she stands on tiptoe, kisses him on the cheek. "We'll have to get together soon, catch up." Before he can say a word, she is behind the wheel of the Mercedes. As it pulls away, she blows him another kiss. Ben waits for the Benz to turn left on the street, then runs to his Firebird. The gate is still up. He is in the street thirty seconds after Isabella. It is deserted, but he can imagine where she's headed. He turns left, right, left, and there's Tony's Mercedes, idling at the traffic lights. Just then they switch to green, and it accelerates onto the 405-South. Ben stays a hundred yards behind. He is not worried. She won't recognize his headlights. He lets down the window. The air dries the sweat on his forehead. He really needs to get the AC fixed. He's been forgetting that for months. The Benz heads south at a steady seventy. Don't speed, Isabella, you don't want to get pulled over, do you? They pick up the 10-West, drive through Santa Monica. She better have a plan. Onto the Pacific Coast Highway. Through Malibu. The houses fall away, the traffic thins out. Suddenly they're the only two cars on the road. The moon is turning the Pacific into an ocean of mercury. In the distance the pyramidal shape of Point Mugu juts into the sky. Maybe Isabella wants to be unobserved when she pulls over. Ben drops back and after the Mercedes has disappeared around a bend kills his lights. A minute later Isabella's taillights veer to the right onto a parking lot for hikes into the Santa Monica Mountains. Ben turns his lights back on, accelerates, and drives past the parking lot at sixty-five. A hundred yards further north he pulls over on the side of the road. He gets out. He tries not to run. He knows what he'll be seeing. When he crouches down behind a eucalyptus tree and peers onto the parking lot his expectations are not disappointed: Mercedes, both rear doors open; Isabella sitting sideways, holding tight to the headrests of the driver's seat and of the backseat, pushing the box out with her legs. Getting herself deeper into trouble. The box emerges through the door, hangs on the edge of the seat, strikes the ground with a thud. Isabella continues to push until the box is not blocking the door anymore and she can yank it shut. She emerges from the backseat, slams the other door, gets into the driver's seat. Ben ducks. The Benz comes to a halt ten yards away. Isabella eyes the PCH in both directions, then turns left. Back to LA. With his eyes Ben follows the taillights until they vanish behind a bend. Shouldn't be difficult to ditch the car. Park it in Watts, take a cab home. Tony's Mercedes will have disappeared by tomorrow. Ben crosses the parking lot. He takes his pen knife from his pocket and cuts a hole into one of the sides of the box unsecured by the tape. Then he takes off his shirt, wraps it around his hand, and tears away the cardboard. The body is lying on its back, folded into the narrow space like an outsized foetus. The head is covered with a plastic bag. Keeps the blood from seeping through the cardboard. Ben removes the bag with the end of a eucalyptus branch. Tony's skin has lost its golden gloss and shines like marble. Where his right eye used to be there is now a darkish mass. That's where the bullet went in. "What a comeuppance, huh, Tony? Underestimated her, didn't you?" Ben chews on his lower lip. She thought this was her only way out. Too bad it'll ruin her. In the morning some nature lover will stumble across this box. The cops will ID Tony, get his phone record. A couple of hours later they'll be knocking at Isabella's door. She'll never last through a grilling. Blood residue in her apartment. They'll nail her. Unless she gets some help! The body will have to go. No body, no case. But if someone reports this sonofabitch missing, the cops will nonetheless show up – first with some questions, then with a search warrant.... Isabella needs some instruction in the law enforcement business. Someone to tell her she's got to burn those clothes, get rid of her carpets, take Lysol to the hardwood floor. Better yet, tear it out, wallpaper the room – Luminol is incredibly sensitive. She needs Ben Chalmer! He'll be the only one who knows her secret. Catching up won't be all. She won't refuse him anymore. Ever! Walking back to his station wagon, Ben uses the eucalyptus branch to remove the tire marks of the Mercedes from the dust. He drives the Firebird into the parking lot, stops beside the box. In the back he's got a shovel he dumped there last October after clearing out his mother's garden shed. (She always said she'd pass away in the fall.) He needs to work fast. It will begin to get light around five. Soon after surfers will show up. Ben checks his watch: he's got three and a half hours. Doable. He presses the shovel under his arm, but the moment he grabs Tony's feet the shovel falls to the ground. Ben pushes the handle down Tony's pants and secures it by tightening the dead man's belt, then sets to dragging the body up a hill into the bushes. Soon sweat is pouring off him. He'll have hell to pay for this tomorrow. It's all worth it! After a hundred yards he passes a limestone boulder the size of a house. Behind it, he comes across a patch of soft, dry soil. Good enough. But a rush-job won't do. Better play this safe. Buried bodies are found sometimes. A dog sniffing around, digging, barking his lungs out until someone becomes suspicious. Can't rule that out. Can't rule out either that they'll be able to ID the body. All it takes is a hair with its root still attached, which they'll get from a brush in Tony's apartment if he's reported missing and keep on file. Two DNA tests – bam! Then again, maybe no one will report him missing. Maybe everyone will be glad the bastard's disappeared. Can't rule out good luck. Worth making sure they'll have nothing to go on if that dog really comes sniffing. Ben frisks the body. Gee, the girl's so guileless she never even went through the clothes. He pockets Tony's wallet and cell phone, then extracts the shovel and places its tip on Tony's mouth. Ben's eyes are closed during the crunching downward movements that eliminate dental records as a means of identification. He shifts the shovel to the nose, to the left cheekbone, to the right. There the shovel slips and with a rich wet sound slices off a chunk of flesh. Ben stumbles, rights himself and glances sideways at Tony's face. It is a featureless oval, blotched grey and black. Reconstruction impossible. It will do. Aren't you forgetting something? Ben stares at the hands. The lump in his stomach grows to the size of a bowling ball. You never know when that dog's going to show up, do you? Better finish what you started. Fingers shaking, he pulls out his penknife again. A Swiss Army knife, with all the gadgets. He opens the saw, kneels down. Blood oozes from Tony's wrist like black syrup. A sickly sweet and sour smell fills the air. But it is the grating noise of the metal chewing its way through the bone that makes Ben shudder. A final tear through flesh and skin, then Tony's left hand lies severed in the dirt. Ben stares at the sky, fighting an impulse to throw up. He'll burn the hands somewhere else, together with the box and the plastic bag. By the time he is halfway through Tony's right wrist Ben has trouble holding the knife. It has become coated with half-coagulated blood. A raging urge to scream is pounding the inside of his body. Tears are running down his cheeks. He needs to finish this – fast! You're losing it, losing it.... He readjusts his grip, forces his gaze downward. His field of vision shrinks to his knee pinioning Tony's arm to the ground, left hand securing the dead man's fingers, right fist with metallic extension moving back and forth across Tony's wrist with jerky, ripping movements. "Drop the knife, put up your hands, step away from the body! Now!" Ben spins around on his knees. A flashlight blinds him. "Stand up!" Handcuffs click. A cop reads him his rights. "Jeez!" says another cop. "Talk about catching someone red-handed." They march Ben down to the parking lot where two police cruisers have pulled up next to the box and his Firebird. A third cop is standing beside it. He's holding an evidence bag. Inside the bag is a gun, with a silencer attached. "Look what I found in his car." Ben remembers that he left the window open. You should've gotten that AC fixed. "Who called it in?" "Some woman apparently. Reported a suspicious looking guy walking along the PCH. Sounded like a waste of time, but what do you know." The cop laughs. Ben's knees buckle as a hand presses on his head to make him sit down in the backseat of the cruiser. Isabella! Why?! How could she?! He was helping her! She owes him! Two For Debbie Debbie was getting into dire straights. She was going through batteries in her vibrators like there was no tomorrow. The real problem was that she was horny and while she was getting herself off, there was just nothing like having a real live man between her legs. She couldn't wrap her legs around a vibrator, and it didn't hug her. It didn't talk so it couldn't tell her that she looked nice, felt nice, and smelled nice. While it never complained if she had another vibrator in bed, and she often did these days, and didn't complain if she had a headache, it never kissed her goodnight either. Even her small collection of adult videos weren't doing anything for her, including the home made ones she was in. They were fond memories, but it wasn't enough. She was going to take care of some of that problem tonight. She was going to church. More correctly, she was going to The Church. It was a former church, and a large one at that, that had been converted into a large nightclub; A huge establishment that had two bands and a disk jockey. It also had one other important item - MEN! Even more important, there was a large assortment of men there. Debbie had broken up with her last boyfriend over two weeks now. The best part of that relationship had been sex, and that hadn't been that great. He was a little too possessive and conventional - in other words, she had to be on the bottom most of the time. He was also lacking in the oral department, something she loved dearly. Tonight she was going to find a man who was a little more open-minded; just maybe she would be able to find two of them! Debbie had only been in a threesome once. It had been her and two guys, and while it hadn't been all that great (the one guy didn't really get into the spirit of things), she would dearly love to be in another one. She dressed for the hunt; a skimpy bra, silky thong undies, thigh-high stockings, short dark skirt, a tight fitting knit top that buttoned up the front, and short heels. While she was small breasted, she had come to realize over the last few years that the size of them had little to do with sex appeal for most men. She didn't have an hourglass figure, but that didn't seem to count for much either. She had finally learned that how she carried herself and her attitude was what made her sexy. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror, undid a few of the small buttons on the top to show a little more cleavage, and decided she was a good-looking piece - she was definitely dangerous! She tidied the house up a little before she left. She liked it nice and neat if she was going to bring anyone home, not that most men would really notice. Phil and Ed were roommates. Neither had a steady girlfriend at the moment, something both of them wanted, but not desperately. They had been desperate before, with disastrous results; both now had very bitchy ex wives. Tonight they were heading off to church - The Church - to do a little praying, praying that they each found a girl to take home, praying that they got laid! They weren't going there to be greedy, two each would be heaven, but one for each of them was more realistic. Since they had been in threesomes together before, if they had to, they would settle for one playful girl that wanted the two of them. They each took a shower, shaved, and then, just in case one or both of them got lucky tonight, they did the unthinkable and cleaned the apartment. They also did the completely unthinkable and put the seat down on the toilet! Their experience had been that a sloppy apartment turned off women. Just in case they both got lucky tonight, they each drove their own car. The two men arrived at The Church about eight and were fortunate enough to find a table. It wasn't a front row seat, but rather one in the rear of that particular bar, near the bar itself and away from the speakers. That made talking to and being heard by a woman a lot easier. They weren't here to hear the band; they were here to find someone to take home tonight. This was serious business. Debbie arrived at The Church a little after nine. She was immediately hit upon by two guys she wanted nothing to do with. Getting away from them hadn't proven to be too difficult, but she was off to a bad start. During the next hour she found several prospects, but quickly had decided that each of them wouldn't do. Hunting for the perfect bedmate tonight wasn't going to be easy. It all seemed easy enough before she got here; just pick up a nice looking hunk, take him home, get screwed silly, and kick him out before he wanted to stay all night. It was just past ten before she ran into her next possibility, Ed. Ed spotted Debbie at the bar getting another drink. He had introduced himself and asked her to dance. She had accepted his invitation, and after two fast songs and one slow one, he had invited her to Phil and his table. Ed thought if he could woo this one, he had a real winner. He didn't know what the chances of getting into her pants were, but he had taken to her immediately. At least he had a girl to talk to, and that was a lot better than what Phil had at the moment. Poor Phil's eyes had about come out of his head when he brought Debbie back to the table. Phil was striking out big-time tonight. He was getting rejected by the good looking and acceptable women, and getting hit on by the dogs. Like most bars, this one had its share of dogs. He was getting the sinking feeling that this was going to be a sex free night. He had just come back from his...he had lost count of the number of reject for the night, when Ed had returned to the table with a very hot looking woman in tow. It looked like Ed was going to do okay tonight. Ed introduced Debbie to Phil, and the three sat there talking, and getting to know each other over the next hour. Phil had excused himself and asked a few other women to dance, but still wasn't getting anywhere. If the woman he was with thought he was okay, there was something about her that had bothered him, and if he thought the woman was okay, she had declined any further dances or invitations. He just wasn't doing too well. Each time he had returned to the table and continued talking to Ed and Debbie. By a little after midnight, the bar crowd was thinning out and the prospects of finding anyone for himself were getting very slim. Ed was probably going home with Debbie, from the sounds of their conversation and the way she was dancing with Ed during the slow dances, and he would be going back to their place alone. While he had had a few drinks, the dogs weren't looking good yet. "Do you happen to have a sister?" he asked Debbie in desperation. "Sorry, no sisters." Right now Debbie didn't want any either. She decided he was really getting desperate. She was getting along very well with Ed. His buddy Phil was a very nice guy, but he wasn't doing very well when it came to finding someone for himself. She knew they shared a place by now, and was wondering what they thought of threesomes. While she had been sitting at the table, she had managed to get another button undone on her top without anyone noticing her doing it. The top was now open to just above her bra. It had the desired effect. Within a few moments she had Ed's undivided attention and she had seen Phil glancing at her chest more and more. Unlike her experiences with a lot of men, she felt very comfortable almost immediately with these two men. If there was a time when she felt like doing a threesome with two men she hardly knew, it was now and with these two. It was just a matter of how to bring the subject up and if they would go for it. All too many men wanted very little to do with a woman right after another man had just had her. She also had to broach the subject before Phil managed to find someone for himself; timing was everything. Phil just might get desperate and pick up some girl that was good enough for a one night stand pretty soon and put an end the very idea of a threesome. Debbie had been mulling this over in her mind long enough that she was now wet with anticipation. She had just about worked herself up enough nerve to ask them when Phil, sounding a little rejected, brought the subject up. "Looks like I have managed to strike out here tonight," he said looking around at the thinning crowd. "Anyone for a threesome? You know, double your fun and all that." he asked, making a joke of it. He thought Ed would be okay with the idea, but he had no idea what Debbie was going to do. It was probably going to be yet another rejection for the night. He just hoped he hadn't blown it for Ed if she was really turned off by the idea. "I've done it before," Debbie quipped, rather surprising herself with her quick answer. Christ, her hormones were taking control! Now she really hoped that she hadn't scared off her one good prospect for getting laid tonight. As soon as she had said it, she wished she hadn't opened her big mouth. Phil was probably just kidding, and she still had no idea what Ed thought of threesomes. "So have we," Ed said. "Not often, but every now and then we run into a girl who gets into being satisfied by two men." "Yea," Phil piped up, "but for some reason they are always about to get married or it turns out they are cheating on some guy who's knuckles drag on the ground and he used to play defensive line for the NFL." "We've really been able to pick 'em," Ed said with a sigh. "That last guy really put a new slant on football." Her prayers had been answered. It must have been some leftover karma from the church. All she had to do was play her cards right and these two were hers for the evening. "Well," she started, "I can assure that I'm not married and have no boyfriend at the moment." "Are you serious about a threesome with the two of us?" Ed asked. He liked nice wet sloppy sex. While he had hoped to have her for himself earlier, he was really getting turned on to the idea of a threesome with her. "Sure. You two strike me as two guys I could really have a great time with." "In that case," Ed said, "your place or ours?" "You two must be as horny as I am," she said with a giggle. "How about mine? I have a nice king-sized bed." She really wasn't going to risk spoiling this by going to their place. After all, two single guys living together? Get real! She didn't really want to know how bad that place looked. "There is no longer any point in hanging around here," said Phil standing up. "Let's go party!" The three left. Debbie led the caravan to her place. She was almost too giddy to drive. Boy was she going to get it tonight! She went to The Church hoping to find one decent looking horny guy and was now going home with two. Even better, these Phil and Ed and done threesomes before so there wouldn't be any surprises like the last time. That threesome had gone well until the first guy had come in her. The other guy wanted nothing to do with her after that, other than another blowjob. Blowjobs might have been nice for him, but they didn't exactly get her off. These two apparently had no such qualms and from the way they were talking at The Church, they actually liked a "used" woman. Debbie hoped they would "use" her a lot tonight. The trio arrived at Debbie's place without anyone getting lost. In the living room, the two men sat on the couch, unsure just how she wanted to get started, or if she had changed her mind about a threesome for that matter. "So," she said standing in front of them, "are you two a little shy about getting undressed, or am I supposed to do a strip for you first?" "Uh.a nice slow strip would be nice!" quipped Phil. "Got any beer?" Might as well take full advantage of the amenities. If she was willing to strip for them, he was sure willing to watch not that he really needed to get any hornier than he already was. She could have suggested that they just head for the bedroom, and that would have worked for him. "That would be nice," Ed chimed in. "but we could just head..." "Just shut up and watch!" Phil said as he elbowed Ed. "I don't find women that want to do a strip too often. Come to think of it, I don't think I ever have." Debbie got the two guys a couple of beers. She didn't normally drink the stuff, but she kept it around for times like this. She put on a CD that she thought would be good for a little stripping. If it was a show they wanted, then it would be a show they would get. Debbie had a pretty good idea of how to do a decent strip tease and while she had never thought of doing it, that little off-hand remark now sounded like a pretty good idea. She was a bit of a showoff, and with this small audience, it just might be fun. As the music started she started slowly dancing by herself. As she danced, she began to unbutton her top. The whole idea of a strip was to get them very excited, she did it slowly. When all the buttons were finally undone, she twirled around a few times before letting it slide off her arms to the floor. The skirt was next. There wasn't much too that, just a button at the top and a zipper. Undoing the button didn't do much, and was the zipper went down the skirt immediately began to slide down over her hips. With the zipper all the way down, all she had to do was let go of it and the skirt joined the blouse on the floor. Debbie felt very sexy and more than just a little risque‚ dancing in her skimpy undies and bra. From the squirming the two men were doing and from the bulges in their pants, she was having the desired affect. Ed and Phil sat and watched Debbie, too entranced to even drink their beers. They just held them and watched her. She wasn't a runway model, but she had their undivided attention. Of all of the girlfriends Ed had had, none was ever willing do put on a show like this. The last one hadn't been too fond of getting undressed in front of him for that matter. She liked sex all right, but she thought it ought to be done with the lights out. She had loved to be eaten and gave a very nice blowjob, but sex with the lights on was just something she wasn't too fond of. Doing a strip for him and his buddy was out of the question. Now here they sat on a girl's couch, one they hardly knew, and she was doing a very seductive strip tease for them! Phil had a few rowdy girlfriends in his time, but he had never had one willing to stand up with all the lights in the house on and strip for two guys she had just met. He had a few that were into threesomes, but it was only after they got to know him and whoever it was that was going to be the third person that they had been willing to take anything off. The music continued and Debbie finally undid the snap on her front closing bra. Her breasts were firm enough that while the snap was undone; they didn't allow the bra to just fall off her either. Her breasts separated a little, but the nipples remained covered. After leaving the two guys to wonder if that damn thing was ever going to come off, she finally peeled it off her breasts and it joined the skirt and blouse on the floor. She was so excited now that her nipples were sticking out like someone had been sucking on them. She danced very close to the two guys now just to make sure they had a very good look at them. Now, she turned around, bent over and slid her thong undies down her sexy legs, giving the two guys a very up-close and personal look at her ass as she did it. They never said a word; they were speechless. "So guys, what do you think?" she said moving away a little and turning around. "I think you have a very sexy body and we're over dressed!" said Phil. "We can fix that," said Ed getting up. "I certainly hope so," Debbie said as she picked up her clothes. "Because I'm going to the bedroom now, and I don't want anyone in there dressed, that's for sure." She walked into her bedroom, picked up a TV-like remote control on the bed, pushed a button on it, and then put it in her nightstand drawer. Now she dropped her clothes on a chair and pulled the covers back on her bed. Before she was done there were two naked men in the room helping her. Ed was hard and ready for her. He didn't care if he was first of second or which end of her he got to put it in her, just as long as he got to. He thought Debbie was going to be a pretty hot little number when he had first started taking to her back at The Church, but this was way beyond his dreams. Girls like this were something he read about, but never got. Phil had wanted a girl of his own earlier. Now he was rather happy to be here with Debbie and Ed. This evening was off to a very good start. Just the thought of a hot wet messy threesome with her had gotten him all nice and hard. He couldn't wait to get into her. The three crawled to the center of Debbie's king-sized bed. She stayed on all fours and began to suck on the nearest one to her head, Ed. He was nicely equipped, not too big, and very hard. She took him into her mouth and began to give him the best blowjob she could. For a few short seconds, Ed thought he was going to come in her mouth as soon as she took him into it. Debbie's mouth was hot and wet, and she sure had a talented tongue! It was hard to believe things had moved this fast tonight. Usually getting a girl in bed on the first date was somewhere between hard and impossible, and here he was having a threesome with Debbie! Phil wasted no time moving around to Debbie's hot little rear. It was going to be difficult to eat her in this position, but he craned his neck and did as good as he could. Apparently she liked what he was doing as she was moaning some even while she had Ed stuck into her mouth about as far as he had ever seen a woman take a man. Whatever she was doing to Ed, it must have been good, as he had his head back and his eyes were closed. Phil finally gave up trying to eat Debbie in this position and decided it was just time to take her doggie style. He moved into position, slid his hard cock up and down between her very wet sex lips, and slid all the way into her. He couldn't believe how wet and tight she was. She must have been just about as horny as he was, from the sound of the moan she let out when he grabbed her hips and pushed himself into her as far as he could go. "Sounds like you're making her feel good," Ed said. "You realize of course that you're wreckin' this blowjob. She's finding it a little hard to concentrate I'm afraid." "Sorry pal," Phil said as he pumped away at Debbie, "this is too good to wait till you're done." "Sorry Ed," Debbie said as his hard shaft slid out of her mouth. "I can't blow you and get fucked by Phil at the same time. He isn't being too gentle back there and it's moving me around too much and...I'm...going to come soon, and I need this badly!" "No problem," he said reaching under her and fondling her breast. "I just hope you are the multi-orgasmic kind so you can get off again when I take over from Phil. From the sound of his breathing I don't think he can last long either." "I am...Oh Jesus, I'm coming!" she groaned as her orgasm started. Debbie had no sooner started coming than Phil felt the first load of his come start up his shaft and erupt into Debbie. Spurt after spurt of his hot come rushed into her climaxing body. He was horny and gave her all he had. Poor Ed, he thought, he just has to sit on the sidelines while I fill what was going to be his date with all the come I have in me. "Poor Ed" wasn't feeling the least bit sorry for himself. He was now toying with Debbie's nipples as she came, pinching and pulling on them, and just waiting for his turn with her. He hadn't had a nice sloppy sex session in a long time, and tonight he was looking forward to this one! He just hoped he didn't get too excited when he got to slide into her very wet pussy and shoot his stuff too soon. It was over all too soon for Phil. That was the trouble with actually coming. Too bad it didn't last a lot longer, he thought, but then maybe if it did he would have a heat attack it felt so good. As comes go this had been a pretty good one. He stayed inside Debbie as she came down off hers, enjoying the squeezes her pussy gave him from time to time. "Looks like it's about your turn Ed," he said as he finally pulled out. He noticed a large gob of come run out of her when he pulled out. She was just so tight there wasn't room for all that come in her. Two For Debbie "I'm ready for more," Debbie said, "but I think I want to be on my back this time." As Phil got out of the way, she rolled over onto her back, changed her position on the bed a little, and spread her legs for Ed. "Come and get it," she said still breathing hard. "Jesus Phil, sorta gave me a little come didn't you? It's running down my ass!" "The flood hasn't begun," Ed said getting between her legs. "If you want to see a flood, just wait a few minutes." He aimed his hard cock at her sopping wet pussy and plunged all the way into her, feeling the fresh come on him. There was so much of it that he almost immediately felt his balls getting wet from it. This was every bit as delicious as he had fondly remembered the last time he had done this. This felt so good that he had to hold still with his cock in her as far as he could shove it. For a few seconds he thought he was going to blow it and come just from the feeling of her come soaked pussy grasping him. After he calmed down, he began moving in and out of Debbie, slowly as first, then picking up the speed as he got closer to coming. He was sitting up between Debbie's legs as he pumped away at her. He would love to lie right down on her and feel her hot body against his, but he had to give Phil access to those great tits of her. Debbie loved every minute of this. She had gotten off once tonight and she was quickly on her way to coming again. He bottom was very wet now, and Ed pumping away at her was making hot sexy squishing sounds as their bodies met. Ed was forcing the last of Phil's love juices of her and they were running down her ass and onto the bed. This was one night where she didn't care how big the wet spot got. She was holding Phil's still hard shaft in her hand and pumping away at it as much as she could. He was playing with her sensitive nipples while Ed was having her, pulling, pinching, and twisting them. This was sheer heaven. Phil was up by Debbie's head, and while he had hoped that she would blow him while Ed was having her, he soon realized that even though she was on her back, she would have the same problem that she had trying to blow Ed when he was inside her. Ed was holding Debbie's hips now and pounding away at her, causing her to move around on the bed almost as much had he had made her when he had her doggie style. She was also moaning and groaning so much that he doubted she would be able to blow him anyway. He was surprised that he was still hard after unloading in her like he had, but her hot little hand was doing its best to keep him in his current state. What Phil really wanted to do now was slide back into Debbie just as soon as Ed was done. Maybe that's what was really keeping him so hard. He hoped she was up to it. From the sounds the two were making, he wouldn't have to wait long. Ed was hoping Debbie would come soon, as it was all he could do to not come himself by now. This was so hot and wet. As if Debbie had read his mind, she started coming. There was a loud groan from her and he felt her body start to jerk and heave with her orgasm. That was all it took. He grabbed her hips and pulled her firmly to him as his first huge spurt of come raced up his hard shaft and erupted deep inside her coming body. Spurt after spurt followed the first one. This was a great come, it lasted and lasted. He knew he hadn't been exaggerating when he told Phil that the flood of come coming out of her when Phil was done with her was nothing compared to what he was going to give her. It felt like he was pumping gallons of his come into her. Debbie was enjoying this second orgasm of the night. It wasn't as strong as the first one had been, but it was nice nonetheless. She could feel Ed's firm cock throbbing deep inside her as he filled her. It was a wonderful feeling - and it was sure making a mess down there! The poor guy was trying to pump for her, not that he really needed to, but he was coming so hard it was all he could do just to hang on to her. She loved knowing it was her hot body that was making him come that much. When the two were finally done, Phil was still hard and still very anxious to get back inside Debbie now that Ed had filled her. He, like Ed, loved hot wet messy sex. Just the thought of being inside a woman who had just been with another man was enough to get him hard, and now he was about to have the real thing. "Are you up to another one?" he asked her as Ed pulled out of her. "Yea, I guess so," she said still breathing hard. "I guess I can come again." "God I'm going to love this!" Phil said taking Ed's place. "You guys really get into this kind of sex don't you?" Debbie asked as she raised her ass up off the bed a little. "Just a little." Phil said softly as he aimed himself at Debbie's very wet bottom. There was a river of come running out of her now; the remnants of his first load, Ed's come, and some of Debbie's sex juices. Phil slid the head of his cock around Debbie's pussy opening, getting it all wet with the come, before shoving it slowly into her. Unlike Ed, he didn't plunge right into her, but took his time sliding slowly into her as he savored the feeling of her come soaked pussy slowly moving up his hard shaft. "Do you like the feeling?" she asked, noticing that he was taking his time entering her. "Oh do I ever. This is so hot!" "I like being had by more that one guy, but I never understood what was in it for the guys." "Beats me," Phil said as he began to pump away at her. "Some shrink would probably tell you I'm nuts, but I just know it really turns me on." "Same here," volunteered Ed as he sat next to her. "I just know it's really hot." Phil was starting to pump faster now. He wasn't in any too big a hurry, having gotten off once already this evening, but he knew Debbie would be getting sore if he didn't hurry a little. Debbie was surprised to find her third come of the evening coming on so quickly. Phil just felt good inside her. She put a finger on her clit just to speed things along. Ed was carefully playing with her nipples and apparently knew that they would be getting a little tender by now. It wouldn't be long before she got off again. Phil was in heaven. There was come dripping off his balls and his pubic hair was soaking wet with come. In spite of all the lubrication and having been laid twice, Debbie was surprisingly tight. He was getting ready to come again. "I hope you're getting close," he said softly. "Real close," she whispered. "Go ahead and come if you want." Phil wanted to. He gave her a few more hard pumps, going all the way into her, and felt the first load of come start up from deep down in his balls. "Oh God, here it comes," he groaned. He felt her give him a good hard squeeze as the first load shot into her. He had another great come, pumping load after load of come deep into her. He wasn't sure how much he was really giving her after emptying his balls into her once already, but it sure felt like it was a lot. Just after he had started, he felt her start to come. "I'm coming!" Debbie screamed. She had been close when she felt Phil's cock swell a little and start to twitch inside her as he started coming. That was all it took to send her over the edge. It was a lot better one than she thought she would have. When Debbie was done, Phil let his now softening cock slide out of her. It, and the area surrounding it, was covered with a thick wet layer of come. He was a mess! "How do you feel about doing it one more time?" Ed asked her. "I don't know. I think I would get pretty sore, even as slick as I am. How about if I just blow you?" "Uh...sure." How could he pass that up? He thought her time with Phil might have been the last, but this sure beat nothing. Debbie rolled over onto her stomach now and moved over to where Ed was crouched. She also moved out of that huge wet spot she had been lying in. She gave his hard cock a few strokes with her hand before taking him into her mouth. After a few short in and out strokes, she was taking Ed deep into her mouth and almost into her throat. "That feels great," he said softly, "really great." Debbie just kept working on him. In and out that rigid cock went. She paid special attention to the sensitive underside of the head when only the head remained in her mouth. It was getting late and she didn't want to make this a long protracted blowjob. She knew exactly what to do to get him off, and she was good at it. One hand followed her mouth up and down his rigid shaft. The other hand firmly cupped his balls. It wasn't very long until she had him about ready to come. "Oh Jesus, I'm about ready to come," he warned her. He didn't know if she wanted his next load of come in her mouth, but he thought he would warn her. Debbie kept right on sucking on him. A few more nice deep into-her-throat sucks and Ed was going over the edge. "Here is comes," he groaned as a last warning, not that it was much of a warning, as the first spurt of come rushed up his shaft and into her waiting mouth. She kept right on working on him as he pumped spurt after spurt of come into her mouth and down her throat. He felt like she was sucking him dry. When he was finally done, she let his softening cock slip from her mouth. Not a drop of his come had escaped her mouth. "Well guys," she said finally. "I hate to shove you out the door, but I need a little sleep as I have to get up in the morning." Ed and Phil got dressed and got ready to go. It had been one hot night, but each was looking forward to a good nights sleep - or what was left of the night - in their own bed. Three in one bed just didn't cut it. They had tried that trick too. The each gave her a nice wet kiss before going out the door. When they were safely gone, Debbie raced back to the bedroom, opened her partly opened closet door all the way, and checked on her video camera. The tape had run out and it was just sitting there dark and quiet. Now, if it had just lasted as long enough to catch her blowing Ed; she pushed the rewind button. Copyright (C) February, 1998 by Art. All rights reserved. Two For Dinner I was behind a woman at Andre's when I heard the Matre'd say, "I'm very sorry madam but we are completely booked this evening. There is no chance that a table will open tonight." He was talking to a woman who had asked for a table for one. She had her back to me; she had a nice, but not great figure. She turned to leave the restaurant and I saw her face. The disappointment was obvious, but her features were quite nice; chestnut hair, high cheek bones, green eyes, breasts pushing against her dress. She was about five feet seven inches tall and was not thin, but not fat either—I imagine that the word is the start of a middle-aged figure. I guessed she was about thirty-seven years old, plus or minus. On impulse, I stepped into her path. She stopped and looked at me in confusion. I said, "I have a dinner reservation for one. I heard the Matre'd say there was no room for you. If you want, you can share my table?" She looked into my eyes. Confusion gave way to understanding. She paused and then replied, "I have been trying to eat here for a long time, but it is so pricey and I just now thought my cash drawer was full enough for my next splurge I agree on the condition that you let me pay for my part of the meal and--so there is no misunderstanding--this is just sharing a table at a restaurant. Nothing else is implied. Do you agree?" I stared into her green eyes and replied, "I often eat dinner at restaurants by myself. Maybe with two of us we might enjoy the dinner more as we test more of the menu items. Your conditions are accepted." I lied and continued, "Of course I will let you pay for your meal if you wish." I turned to the Matre'd and said, "You have a reservation for Jack Wilson for one person, would you make that two?" He smiled at the two of us and said, "I no longer have a table for one available, but I have an exceptional table for two. Please follow me." "Classy move on his part," I thought as I indicated with my hand that my dinner companion should follow the Matre'd to the table as I followed behind her. I wondered, "What made me do that? I am forty-nine years old, divorced for five years, and out of the blue I ask a stranger to share a meal with me." The answer hit me square in the face—I was lonely, but what had I gotten myself into? The Matre'd led us to a far corner of the restaurant which was on the top of a sixty floor office building. He pulled the table out to allow my dinner companion to slide into the booth; my chair was facing her. She was looking out through the large windows that framed the wall of the restaurant seeing the lights of the city on a clear night. It was an excellent, private table. I was looking at her and a wall. "Fair enough," I thought. The silence was uncomfortable so I said, "My name is Jack Wilson. I'm semi-retired at forty-nine and now only take on a consultant contract if there isn't too much travel or time involved. I love good food so I make it a point to eat at one good restaurant every two weeks or so—which is why I am here tonight. I'm glad that you accepted my offer." My dinner companion responded, "I'm Cindy Collins. I want to thank you for your offer to share your table. I'm embarrassed that I might be a little awkward tonight; I'm not used to sharing meals. "You seem very young to be retired. Do you miss working?" "How honest should I be, "I thought, and then decided as I said, "During the stock market boom I was working full time for a very large financial company. I was the vice-president of risk management, and my job was to monitor and evaluate the financial derivative positions that our traders had booked. I was good at it. At the same time—because there was not a conflict of interest—I was able to trade the stock market. I was making a lot of money at the time and there was only my wife and me, so that year I bet a very large sum of money on long term call options. All that meant was that if the stock in the companies I bought went up, I would make a lot of money. "It was like the gods decided to take their shot at me—the very best and the very worst happened to me in the next twelve months." Cindy was listening intently and she asked, "Tell me the best first." I responded, "Well the best was that the stock market went straight up that year—irrational exuberance one person phrased it. And I made a very large amount of money on my call options. I no longer had the need to work if I chose not to. "But then the worst came and hit me from behind. My wife was seven years younger than me and I guess she was bored with my work hours and intensity. She asked for a divorce to marry a senior manager at the company that employed me. She didn't even want any money since her new companion was many times richer than me; she just wanted to be free from me. "I was upset; then embarrassed. I told her she was free to go; the next day I quit the company. So now I'm not overly busy, but I'm not bored to death either. "But Cindy, I'm doing all the talking, which is a terrible fault of mine. Do you live in town and what do you do?" "Yes," she answered. "I graduated from the state university and moved here immediately after college. My major was art and I beat around the fringe of the art market until I started illustrating children's books; I work out of my studio in my home. It is a niche job—the really good artists can't make enough money in the field and the publisher's don't want junk. I just kind of fit in there over time. My client list has grown large enough that my income is steady and more than enough for me. Now that I can afford it, I enjoy an occasional meal at the five star restaurants." The waiter came to the table for drink orders. I ordered Jack on the rocks while Cindy ordered the house white wine. He left the menus on the table. Our conversation was a ballet of communication. Neither of us blurted out our past history, but bits and pieces of our personal jigsaw puzzles started to fit. Cindy had never been married. She was 'happy' living by herself. The meal was extraordinary. We shared appetizers of escargots and Coquille St. Jacques. My sole menuire was prepared perfectly while her lamb chops were equally good. We passed on desert, but settled for an after dinner drink. The bill arrived. I reached for it and so did she. Our hands touched and she withdrew hers quickly. I could see her blush of embarrassment and gave her cover by saying, "Cindy, I really enjoyed our meal. I'll make you a deal—let me pay for this one, if you agree to pay for the next one two weeks from now." She blurted, "Where do you want to go?" I answered, "It's your decision…you are going to pay for it. Let's exchange phone numbers and sometime between now and then, call me and tell me where and when we should meet." She hesitated and then said, "I agree to the deal. The meal was fun tonight; more fun than I usually have, so why not do it again?" I paid the bill and we left the restaurant together. On the street we exchanged phone numbers and then there was an awkward pause; Cindy finally shook my hand and thanked me for a wonderful meal. The valet brought her car and she was gone. 'Shook my hand'…what a strange way to end an evening that I had found very enjoyable compared to a solitary meal. What baggage was Cindy carrying? Cindy called early in the second week. I was gone, but the voice mail was working. She told me the name of an excellent Italian restaurant and said she had made reservations for seven o'clock. Our second dinner together went even better than the first. She talked more freely, but still guarded, while I seemed to be telling her the story of my life. I let her pay for the meal on the condition that in another two weeks, I paid the next one. She agreed. Again we parted with a hand shake. The following week I called Cindy, and she answered the phone. I suggested that my choice of restaurant was an excellent Chinese one that cooked in the Shanghai style. She immediately agreed and said she had wanted to try that restaurant for years. As the phone call was ending I said, "Cindy, instead of taking two cars, why don't I pick you up?" She hesitated—the pause was more than a few seconds—and finally said, "I think that would be better. Here is my address." On our 'date' night I stopped the car in front of a simple, ranch style home in a quiet cul-de-sac. I rang the doorbell and it opened almost instantly; Cindy had been waiting for me. She asked, "Would you like a drink before we go?" I answered, "A glass of wine would be great if that is what you are having." I walked into her living room. The walls were covered with beautiful drawings of children, and fantasies. I had forgotten that her job was book illustrations for children. She beamed as I complimented her on her artistic abilities. She asked, "Would you like a tour of my house?" I agreed and the tour began. It was a simple three bedroom ranch. The master was large and the other two bedrooms were moderate. One was her office and studio and the other was a mini gym with extensive exercise equipment. Cindy blushed when she saw me looking at the equipment and said, "When I bought the house the previous owner just left it. I never got ambitious enough to get rid of it." We went through a small kitchen to the back area. Her backyard was very private. The patio out the back door led to a surprisingly big swimming pool. The entire yard was surrounded by a tall wooden fence. It was completely private. She had turned the lights on in the pool and the entire effect was very pretty. We walked back through the house and out the front door. The meal was another winner. Each meal with Cindy had been wonderful. I could tell at the restaurant that Cindy was enjoying herself. Instead of our normal one bottle of wine, we went through two! I pulled into her driveway and shut off the engine. We sat for a few moments and then I turned to look at her. She was looking at me, but it was a strange, scared look. Finally I saw tears developing. She looked at me and said, "I haven't been fair with you. You have been very nice to me, but I'm not normal; I'm scared of relationships and the thought of touching you terrifies me—I've been that way my entire life. I should have never started having dinners with you." Thinking quickly I replied, "Cindy, all I wanted was a dinner companion. You have been wonderful. Let's just keep it as it has been. It is your choice for dinner in two weeks. OK?" She wiped away a tear and said yes. We ended the night by shaking hands at her door. Two weeks later we were at a famous Thai restaurant. The food was excellent, but the conversation was not as comfortable. Cindy was embarrassed about our driveway conversation two weeks earlier. She finally said, "I owe you a better explanation than I gave you on the driveway. "Sex always scared me. Maybe it was the way I was brought up, or maybe it was just me. I thought things would be different when I went to college. I would meet Mr. Wonderful and my hang-ups would disappear as we lived happily ever after. "In the real world you don't lose your problems by running away from them. I tried, but the dates were infrequent and I probably wasn't very good company. At some point I was determined to break through my inhibitions and went to a fraternity party. I drank too much, but I wasn't a falling down drunk. When he asked me to go to his room, I knew what was going to happen; I wanted it to happen. "It was a disaster. Ten minutes in the room and he was gone. I was naked and my body hurt. I was full of a man's sperm and I didn't even know his name. It was so degrading. "I tried it one more time six months later. It was worse than the first time. "So now you know my secret. I'm so embarrassed to tell you, but it isn't fair not to tell you. Will you forgive me?" The look on her face was painful to see. She was in anguish over her confession and couldn't look at me. I finally reached and took her hand and said, "Cindy, look at me." Her eyes finally lifted to mine and I continued, "You never had love and I had love and was found wanting. Who should feel the worst? Life sometimes doesn't work out on plan. My consultant contracts that I take are not for the money; they take some of the loneliness out of my life. Our meals have been wonderful for me. I don't want anything more than what you want…so don't be embarrassed and don't stop our dinners because of ancient history." She wiped a tear from her eye and then was quiet. Finally, in an effort to make conversation Cindy asked, "How do you stay so fit and skinny eating at the nice restaurants?" I replied, "I went to a gym five years ago and met a personal trainer who was assigned to me when I became a member. He has been a great help to me; showing me how to do the right exercises so that I don't turn into blubber. I go to the gym three times a week and I feel really good after each workout. Cindy asked, "Do they have women personal trainers?" I answered, "Of course, this is a huge business and women outnumber the men at many of these gyms. Would you like me to take you there and see it?" The silence lasted for twenty seconds or longer and finally Cindy said, "I would like to see the place and maybe talk to a personal trainer. I used to walk a lot, but now I get practically no exercise. My energy level gets low sometimes; maybe joining a gym would help. I told Cindy to wear some workout clothes for the first visit and I would arrange the appointment. I picked up Cindy the following Monday and we drove to the gym. She was wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants with gym shoes. I had called my personal trainer and explained the situation. He assured me that they would be ready for Cindy. We parked and walked into the gym. My trainer came over and introduced himself to Cindy. Then he said, "If you are interested, I can have one of our personal trainers give you a tour. Her name is Kim" Cindy nodded yes and in a few minutes a female walked over and introduced herself. Kim was five feet six inches tall with black hair and brown eyes. She was wearing a sports bra and shorts that, while not ultra tight was not loose. Her body was a picture of muscle and tone. Any woman would die for that kind of body. Kim said, "Why don't you guys disappear while I show Cindy what we offer." They disappeared for over an hour. My workout was complete and I was relaxing. I looked up and Cindy was standing in front of me. She said, "I joined. Kim was great. She took me into the women's locker room and had me down to my bra and panties. She checked me out—measured my body fat, my weight versus my size—I'm twelve pounds overweight--my upper body strength versus the average female. She really knows what she is doing. The plan is for me to come to the gym three times a week to exercise specific body muscles. Since I have the exercise equipment at the house, Kim gave me alternative exercises for other muscle groups for the off days." And so it started; I had not seen Cindy this excited since I had met her. Three times a week I picked up Cindy and we went to the gym and worked out. We still had our every other week 'date.' The first week she went to the gym she wore her sweats. The second week she was dressed like Kim. I admired her for it. The extra twelve pounds could be seen in her stomach and sides. For her to go to a sports bra knowing she wasn't in perfect shape was a sign of confidence…or maybe happiness. After about two months at the gym I asked Cindy if I could come over to her house and work on some specific exercises on her equipment. She quickly agreed. I arrived the next day. The doorbell went unanswered so I went to the back and through the kitchen. Cindy was in the exercise room. She hadn't heard me and I watched her silently as she went through her routine. She was in her sports bra and shorts. She finished her exercise and spotted me. She grinned and said, "Did you ring the bell. I didn't hear it…I have become a fanatic on exercise and just forget everything else." I came over two days later for exercise and again quietly observed Cindy doing her exercises. I looked at her. Where once there was a slightly overweight, middle aged female, I now saw the beginning of a muscle toned, beautiful woman. There were no love handles. Her body shape was starting to form, her ass was tight and small, and her back and shoulders were already as sexy as a back and shoulders could be. She really had become an exercise fanatic and it was showing. I made a noise and entered the exercise room. She nodded at me and continued to work out. When we were through I suggested we cool off with a swim. I had brought my suit at her suggestion. I showered in her outdoor shower and then dove in the pool. She came out I few minutes later in a modest bikini. She joined me in the pool. After a few laps and then just standing in the water relaxing we got out and sat on her pool chairs. I said, "My skin is pasty white. I need a tan…do you mind if we make this our routine after your exercise and a little swimming?" Cindy said, "My skin is whiter than yours. A tan will be good for both of us." The routine set in. Three times a week at the gym and three or four times a week at Cindy's. I had bought some air mattresses and we covered them with terry cloth as we lay in the sun working on our tans. A few weeks later we were at the pool; Cindy was lying on her stomach. I said, "Cindy, your tan is coming along perfect, but the tan lines are going to be obvious. Why don't you let me unhook your top and put sun tan lotion on your back and legs?" The silence was deafening. Finally she said, "You can if you want, but nothing more…please." I took the lotion and rubbed it into her shoulders. When I got to the straps of her bikini top, I unhooked it. I felt her body tense, but then I rubbed the lotion into her and she finally relaxed. I continued down her body. Two days later I repeated the process. I could tell she loved the feeling of the lotion being rubbed into her back and legs, and this time I took even longer to cover her everywhere. When I was done I joked, "Ok, roll over." She said, "Jack, be serious." Several weeks later I finished her back and ended with my standard joke, "Ok, roll over." This time she did. I was stunned. Not only that she was lying face up with her naked breasts open to my gaze, but now I saw how beautiful her body had become. The arms were toned; her breasts were beautiful with nipples bigger than I had guessed. Her stomach muscles were beautiful. Any strain on her stomach—even lifting her head—and the muscles rippled through her stomach. Her breasts and her tight, flat stomach was the most sensual picture I had seen in many years. I could feel an erection beginning. Her eyes remained closed. No words were spoken. I put lotion on my hands and started at her shoulders and then down each arm. I returned to her shoulders and put more lotion in my hands and started down her chest, and then her breasts and nipples. I did not linger there, nor did I pass too quickly over them. I knew that while I had been ready for months, her sexual clock was ticking much slower than mine. I could not rush this. I continued to her stomach and then, shifting my body around, I started at her hips and down each leg. She kept her legs together. When I was done she opened her eyes and looked at me. She said, "Thank you." The next time was the same, but I lingered longer on her breasts. Her nipples became hard. When I went lower, her legs were slightly apart and more new skin was touched. A few more times and her legs opened to me as I teased her inner thighs with the massage of lotion. Each time her eyes remained closed until I was done and each time I heard, "Thank you." Two For Dinner "Thank you for the massage or thank you for not attacking me?" I wondered. Our dinners continued. Occasionally we invited a couple I knew from my married days who I had kept in touch with. Bob and Jo Ann were an easy going couple who kept the conversation lively. Jo Ann and Cindy hit it off immediately at the first dinner, and Bob and I chatted quietly by ourselves. Jo Ann was a beauty stylist for the recording crowd in our town. At one point she said to Cindy, "Your body is beautiful; if you ever want a style cut and the war paint to wow the world, call me." Cindy was enormously pleased with the compliment. What she didn't realize was that it was true. Her fanatical workouts had hardened her body into one of a twenty-five year old woman. Her stomach muscles were toned; the abs rippled; no ounce of fat was on her hips. Her legs were sculptured. That night when Cindy went to the bathroom Jo Ann looked at me and said, "God Jack, she is absolutely gorgeous; I would give anything for that body. You are a very lucky man." Bob got a kick from Jo Ann when he said, "I would give anything for that body too." A special night came, although I'm not sure Cindy knew it. We were back at Andre's and greeted the Matre'd like an old friend. He remembered us, or he remembered my phone call the previous week as he escorted us to our original table the first night we had met. Everything was the same, but with one addition—a small Waterford crystal vase was on the table with six long stem yellow roses. The card read, "Sixth Month Anniversary." Cindy looked at me; we were both still standing. Her eyes started to water and she stepped close to me, she put her arms around my neck, and we had our first kiss. The meal was as good as the first time. Cindy twice leaned over the table and touched my hand and said, "Thank you." I walked Cindy to her front door. She looked at me and said, "That was the most wonderful time I have had since I can remember. It was absolutely perfect. I leaned over and we kissed again. I dared one thing; my tongue pressed into her lips and after a moment her mouth opened. Our tongues met and she moved closer to me; I felt her breasts. It might have been the time, but I thought, "Her clock is still ticking behind mine. Don't mess up now." The kiss ended. She looked at me and thanked me again. As she turned I saw her eyes start to mist…it had been a good night. Driving home that night I wondered where our relationship was going. A shy woman with almost no self confidence was coming out of her shell and becoming a beautiful woman who was now comfortable with herself. I had made a mess with my first marriage with a woman seven years younger than me, and now I was starting to fall for one almost twelve years my junior. I was troubled; there was no obvious answer. The routine continued. Cindy now finished her exercise and came to the pool topless. After all, I was just going to take her top off and put lotion on her anyway. It was a comfortable relationship only slightly altered by my return to aggressive masturbation—she was so beautiful, her body so sexy that I had to have release…my fingers were my only release for now. Another month went by and we had returned from a fun dinner with Jo Ann and Bob. It was one of those laughing nights when anything anyone said came out funny. The three bottles of wine for four people helped. I pulled into the driveway with Cindy and walked her to the door for our good night kiss ritual. This time Cindy surprised me when she said, "Let's have a moonlight swim; I'm almost drunk and I don't want to go in the pool by myself." I looked at her and said, "No suit." She looked back at me with a grin and some fear, "You go first and I will meet you in the pool after I get some robes and towels." I took off my clothes in the exercise room and went into the pool. On this hot night the water temperature was perfect. Cindy came out to the pool carrying towels and robes. She was topless with a bikini bottom. She walked down the steps into the pool where I waited for her. She came up to me and put her arms around my shoulders; her breasts pushed into me and she said, "What a perfect dinner and night. You have shown me so many perfect nights." We kissed. This time her tongue probed mine. I knew she could feel my erection—completely unrestrained by the lack of my suit. The kissed ended and she stepped away from me. Her hands went under the water to her suit bottom; she pushed it down her legs, stepped out of it and threw it to the edge of the pool. We were both naked. We played, we hugged, and we kissed. The feel of her skin was enormously sensual; her body was that perfect. Eventually we walked up the steps of the pool hand in hand. I took her to the sun tanning mats covered with terry cloth. She lay on her stomach as I massaged her back as if the sun tan lotion was going on her at midnight. I could feel her body relax. I said, "Time to roll over." She did and I started my hands down her body. I lingered on her breasts and then my fingers for the first time teased her hard nipples. She gasped and her eyes looked at me in alarm, and then in acknowledgment. She whimpered, "Please be very gentle with me…I am so scared." I thought, "If it takes two hours, I won't hurry this one." I leaned over and kissed her. My tongue teased until she opened her mouth and then our tongues played with each other. I kissed her neck and then her shoulders. I licked the mounds of her breasts and then the sides. I moved to her areolas and licked and kissed them for many minutes. My tongue finally took its first exploration of her nipples. I heard her gasp; her body arched up. My mouth played with each nipple; gentle sucking as she lay before me. Her legs had moved apart as if inviting me…her first moan! My mouth went down her stomach to her inner thighs. Many minutes went by as I kissed and licked her inner legs—from her knees to edge of her vulva. My hands brushed her vulva and found her moisture clinging to her hairs. My fingers eventually played with her outer lips and then opened them so my tongue could explore her wet, slick sides. My tongue was everywhere and as I teased her, she stretched her legs wider as if to help me. She was begging now; guttural pleadings for release. I knelt before her and found her opening and slowly teased my entry. When I was in her completely, I continued to tease. Her hips responded with her sexual rhythm. We moved together for several minutes; then her lust took over and she hurried her thrusts into me. She cried my name and then violently arched her body into mine. Her orgasm was very intense; her body refusing to stop its assault on me. Finally, her body rested. I laid my body next to her and kissed her forehead, her cheeks, and then her mouth. She opened her eyes and looked at me and smiled…and then started to cry. It was heart wrenching to hear the wails of this beautiful woman who just now had found the beauty and happiness of sex. I held her for many minutes as she sobbed in happiness and for the many wasted years of her life where sex was unknown. When the crying and hugging and kissing were over, we went into the house. I escorted her to the bed and kissed her good night as she fell asleep. Driving home that night I considered my…our options with this deepening relationship. Several weeks went by. Our schedule had slightly changed. I came to her house while she was exercising and went to the pool. Sometimes I brought her to orgasm with my tongue and my hands. More times than not, we just made love. One day she asked me to teach her how to make me come with her mouth. The first time my spurts surprised her and my cum ended on her breasts. The second time she swallowed. The third time, after I mentioned that to look into her eyes and come into her mouth was the most sensual thought I could ever imagine, she did; and it was. It was our special dinner night in a very nice French restaurant when she said,"I received an invitation from my old sorority to an informal pool cocktail party next week. I'm not sure I should go." "Why not," I asked. Cindy answered, "That was a bad part of my life. My sexual problem was the joke of the sorority. The president of the sorority was especially cruel and she is the one holding the party. My only friend from college wrote me that I should come. On my bad experience when I lay in my bed crying at the shame and humiliation of my second failure, Judy held my hand as I cried myself to sleep. I would like to see her, but there are too many bad memories." "Cindy," I said, "You make the decision, but I will be there with you if you want to go." Later that night we lay on the air mattress after an extremely intense sexual coupling. She looked at me and said, "I think I want to go." I squeezed her hand. I knocked on her door the night of the cocktail party. Cindy opened the door and I was stunned. She had obviously gone to Jo Ann's salon. Her hair had a casual French cut style that focused your eyes on her face. Her high cheek bones were accented and her green eyes sparkled. 'War paint' Jo Ann had said. It was the face of a movie star. She was bare shouldered wearing a very simple yellow halter top that displayed the beginnings of the mounds of her breasts. The material covering her breasts stopped just under her arms; the only thing on her bare back was two strings holding everything together. Her tight flat stomach was bare; the stomach muscles showing whenever she moved. Her skirt ended mid thigh. The hours in the sun had created a tan that completed the look. It was difficult to decide which was more sensual—her broad, beautiful naked back or her front that emphasized her breasts and her stomach. She was more naked then dressed; she was beautiful. We arrived at the party house and rang the doorbell. After a moment the front door was opened by a heavy set man of about forty. He had a smile on his face as he said "Welcome." Then his face was a mixture of puzzlement and awe. He was looking at Cindy trying to place her name, but he was also looking at Cindy trying to undress her. Cindy said, "Hi Chuck. Do you remember me? I'm Cindy…" "Collins?" interrupted Chuck. "You are Cindy Collins? My God, I don't believe it. You look fantastic. Come on back to the pool. I'm sure everyone is going to want to talk to you." We walked to the pool area where twenty couples were standing around talking with drinks in their hands. They turned as Chuck led us out and stared. It was the same reaction—who was this female who appeared ten years younger than anyone at the party? Chuck raised his voice and said, "Cindy Collins." Similar to the front door, I was still not introduced. Apparently I was to be Cindy's unnamed escort. I liked that idea; this was Cindy's night. Like lemmings, Cindy was quickly surrounded by the males and a few reluctant females. One female came rushing over and hugged Cindy loudly saying how beautiful she was. I assumed she was Judy who had held her hand that ill fated sex night. The party continued and I stood in the background as Cindy talked to the people. The men were anxious to be near her; and more than one stared at her body and dreamed of something that would never happen. The women—her sorority friends—were socially friendly, but nothing more. This beauty who had been a nothing in college relative to them now was being judged by their husbands. Most of the wives were overweight; some by a lot. Middle age, food and booze had taken their toll. Cindy was showing them what they once were; and they were unhappy to be reminded. Cindy made conversation with everyone. She ignored the lustful stares of the men and asked them questions that made them talk like teenagers. She made small talk to the women. By then I had been introduced as "My boyfriend Jack." One lady seemed upset as soon as Cindy walked to the pool deck. I found out that it was Debra, Chuck's wife and the one who had tormented Cindy throughout her sorority life. Debra's eyes stayed on Cindy throughout the night, but they were not friendly eyes—her party was being ruined by this person who had been a nobody. Two hours later some couples had already left. The remaining couples were gathered in a circle. I stood behind Cindy; my position throughout the entire party. Cindy stood at one part of the circle and Debra stood across from her. Cindy said to Debra, "Debra, I really appreciate you inviting me. I have had a wonderful time." Debra looked at Cindy and said with a haughty tone, "You are very welcome Cindy. I'm glad you came with your boyfriend. I suppose by now you have gotten over your…your problems?" The circle went silent. Chuck looked embarrassed and then started to take a drink to hide his embarrassment at such a crude remark. Cindy smiled at Debra and answered, "Why Debra. Jack and I fuck like rabbits…I just can't get enough of him." Chuck's drink went down the wrong way; he started choking. Debra's mouth fell open; her face turned red. Two of the men were openly laughing. Some of the women had shock looks on their face while other women looked puzzled—their brains could not understand what their ears had heard. Judy had a huge grin on her face. Cindy continued, "Jack and I have some things to do, so we have to say good-bye." She turned and reached for my hand as we walked away from the group. Judy yelled, "Wait Cindy," and came running up to us. She hugged Cindy and said, "Can we get together for lunch or something? I want to learn how to be more like you." Cindy told her that of course they could get together. We left. I opened the car door for Cindy and she slid in. When I got in the driver's side, Cindy had moved to the center. She looked at me and smiled. I started the car and I felt her hand resting on my thigh. She put her head back and closed her eyes; the smile never left her face. I drove to Cindy's. Not a word had been spoken. I parked on the driveway and thought "As soon as we get inside the door, I will tell Cindy my plans for our future together." We stood at the front door and as I unlocked it. Cindy said, "Wait." I turned and she put her arms around my neck and looked deep into my eyes. She continued, "I just want to say two things: thank you…and I will love you forever." I thought, "That's not fair; she beat me to it." I opened my mouth to tell her of my love for her, but it was too late—her mouth was hungrily assaulting mine; it was impossible to speak. We clung to each other for many minutes. We were reluctant to stop, but finally the kiss ended. Cindy pushed open the door and pulled my hand. I thought, "It's time we became rabbits—probably all night!" Two For Loneliness It's a little after 1am. I have slipped quietly into your dark apartment with the key you gave me months before. "If you're ever in the area," you had said, placing the cold steel into my warm palm. Then you kissed me, turned and walked away without looking back. Now here I am, making my way to your bedroom, where you lay sleeping, so alone and still between your flannel sheets. We haven't spoken in weeks, but the voicemail you left on Saturday sounded so sad. Do you miss me? Do you need me? I stand in the doorway, watching you in the pale light of the street lamp outside your 3rd story window. The dusting of snow outside reflects the light more brightly. Your room is a mess, like you haven't cared in a while. Now you stir. Maybe you feel me watching you? I hear a muffled groan as your roll partway over. Your hips move so slightly against the pillow by your side. Are you dreaming of me? I walk to your bedside. I untie my skirt and let it slip over my hips and fall to the floor among yours. My panties need some assistance. My shirt joins the pile. I remove my bra; the cool air caressing my breasts causes my nipples to stiffen. I close my eyes, passing my cool hands over my exposed skin. The only sound in the room is our breathing and your old-fashioned alarm clock ticking on your nightstand next to a half empty wine-bottle and dirty glass. I sit carefully on the edge of the bed. My thighs part to allow a seeking hand. I am already growing damp with the excitement of being so near you, with the excitement of what I am going to do to you. A sigh escapes me as I stroke myself. I watch your face intently, watching for you to stir again, thinking about the expression it will form when you wake to find me in your bed. I hope you want me as much as I want you. I hope we can meet each others needs tonight as we have done in the past; thoroughly, with no strings attached. Two interesting, yet lonely people, needing that human connection. I have two fingers deep inside my wetness when you murmur and roll onto your back. I am still, biting my lower lip to stifle a giggle. I find it deliciously absurd that I am pleasuring myself while watching you sleep. You stretch sleepily. It's time to make my move. You look like you might wake up any moment and besides, I'm getting chilly. I want to be next to your warmth. I remove my hand from between my legs and wipe my juices on the sheet. Your face is turned toward me. Holding my breath I lean down and kiss your full lips softly, breathing you in, tasting you. I am afraid you will be startled, but if you are you don't show it. You moan quietly and return the kiss gently. I kiss you more fully, flicking at your lips with the tip of my tongue. You respond with a deeper moan as you come around from sleep and fully realize there is a body near you. I part our kiss long enough to deftly slip between the sheets. Your body is so hot against my skin. I shiver and kiss you again, more deeply, and your hands seek me eagerly now, finding my waist as I climb on top of you. Oh god, you feel so good beneath me. I move myself over you, just moving to feel my skin against yours, dragging my breasts against your chest, my thighs against your hips, our bellies together. So much skin, so soft and velvety and warm. Your eyes open and I smile down at you in the dim light. You don't return my smile, instead you look longingly into my eyes and cup my cheek in your hand, caressing with your thumb. Your eyes tell me you I am exactly what you need. Then your hand slips around and nestles in my thick, short hair, pulling me down to you for another kiss. Your lips and tongue are very awake now and with them you communicate your pleasure and your eagerness. Rocking against you, I feel your stiffening cock press against my already hot pussy. Your hands slide down to my hips and you hold me firmly against you, fingers digging into my flesh, your hard length of cock nestled cozily beneath me. I moan with pleasure and move on you, grinding my wetness against you. I slip a hand into your hair and grab at what I'm able while I kiss and gently bite your neck, from your ear to your adam's apple and back again. "Sorry to wake you, love," I whisper in your ear. "No you're not," your breath is heavy. Your hands are stroking my back and sides. I grin. "It's just... I missed you." "Mmm. Good." You punctuate your words with an upward thrust of your hips. "And... you have... something I need." I am kissing your neck between words. "What might that be?" You tease. Your hands are mauling my breasts now, tugging the nipples to stiff points again, making me gasp. I sit up, partially exposing both of us to the cool air but not caring. I place my hands on yours, covering my breasts, and give a squeeze. You transfer the squeeze to my flesh and a contended sigh escapes me. I place one hand on your chest, delighting in the mat of hair there, and with the other I reach beneath me for your thick shaft. Wrapping my fingers around you I raise myself up a bit and rub you across my clit, making us both jump and moan, and I position you at my opening. "This. This is what I need," I breathe the words and slide down on top of you. We groan in unison. I fall forward again, hungry for your mouth. We kiss greedily, letting the passion wash over us, traveling the road from affection to lust together. Mmmm... The way it feels to be on top of you, to look down at you in the faintest glow of light, to feel your body between my thighs as I begin to ride you... your cock buried so deeply inside of me, feeling you thrust upward to meet me, to fill me, to fuck me... I rise up again, pushing off of your chest, I lean backward, supporting myself with one hand behind me while clutching at a breast with the other. I hope there is enough light for you to see me. I hope you enjoy the view. Now I let go and ride you hard, moving on you for the deepest, most pleasurable penetration. I feel your hand moving up my thigh, seeking my clit with your thumb, and I am crying out with the intensity of the pleasure, the tingling warmth numbing my thoughts. We carry on this way for some minutes, alternating between hard riding and gentle rocking, and I can't take it any more. I lean forward again and kiss you. Your tongue in my mouth makes me shiver. I climb off of you and position myself on my hands and knees beside you. "Fuck me," I command, wiggling my ass. "Take me." The room just got a little warmer; the anticipation pumping through my veins. You know how I love it; hard, fast, merciless. With a growl you are behind me, grabbing my ass with one hand and your cock with the other. You rub against me and, instead of thrusting into me you decide to tease me. Groan... I just want you inside of me! Fuck me already! But I know you won't disappoint. You will tease, but you will also satisfy. So I focus on what you are doing, the hot wet cock sliding down the crack of my ass, brushing my clit, then back again across my pussy, my ass... I moan and try to push against you as your cock slides past my swollen slit, but you hold me firmly in place with your free hand. "Unnnngh... yes ... I need you," I beg, but you know I am enjoying the teasing, you know I am only growing more aroused. You can tell by the way my body twitches when your swollen helmet rubs firmly against my clit, and how I buck a little as you drag it past my puckered anus. You know how to build me up, and I know you delight in the resulting wild abandon when I cannot take the tension any longer. My breathing is heavy and my body moving involuntarily as you repeat this delicious torture. Stroke, stroke... pausing to apply a little lube from your nightstand drawer. Stroke, stroke... dipping into my pussy with just your head, pulling out and dragging your ridged cock across me again. My flesh is growing more sensitive by the second and a throbbing has begun deep within. Stoke, stroke... even your heavy breathing is turning me on... Now you press against my anus, delighting in my gasp and subsequent moan. Visions of you fucking me in the ass fill my mind and I push back against you hopefully. You read me like a book and press into me more firmly. Though we are slick with lube, my body does not yield, but it feels so good. I clutch the sheets, groaning. You go back to rubbing yourself forward and back along me, dipping into my pussy, just a little, withdrawing, teasing my clit, back to my ass where you push a little harder, both of us moaning as my body accommodates the very tip of you. I pull away and push back, forcing my ass onto the top of your cock again, intoxicated with this sensation. You are still, allowing me to please myself with you, to go at my own pace, teaching my body to accept you, and I know you are watching. You've told me how you love to watch me as you enter me. But you are so thick and it's been so long since I've had anal sex, I know I can't take more than the first two inches of you without hurting myself. And I'm so fucking turned on I'm going out of my head. I pull away, a sorry groan escaping as you fall from my ass, and I push back, this time maneuvering to take you into my juicy, hungry cunt. "Please..." I whimper. Is that a chuckle I hear? You beast. But you thrust into me, completely and firmly. With both hands gripping, holding fast to my hips, pulling me against you as you thrust, you don't hold back. You plunge into me again and again, your breathing growing fast and heavy with an occasional grunt which just turns me on more. "Oh yes!" I cry. This... this force, this possession, all of you taking all of me, so hard and so fast... "Fuck me! Yes!" My knuckles are white as I grip the sheets. My moans and cries fill the room and I absently wonder if we are disturbing your neighbors. Then I imagine what they would see if they stepped into the room and turned on the light. I enjoy the image of me on my elbows and knees, ass in the air, being pummeled relentlessly from behind by you. Your hand clutching at my hair, pulling my head back, shatters the image and all I know is you... your possession of me, your cock deeply stroking my swollen insides, the sounds of us... how you thrust into me and stay, throbbing, grunting, coming... We lay next to each other on the bed, our breathing slowly returning to normal. I snuggle close to you and seek your mouth for a tender kiss, our bodies radiating so much heat. There is a satisfying ache deep inside me. You reach up and caress my face. I moan contentedly. If I were a cat I'd be purring. "Would you like to come, darling?" you ask, your hand slipping down my soft tummy to my wooly mound. "I'm quite content as I am," I say. "But if you'd like me to..." "I would. Very much." Your fingers dip into the mess we made and pull out, spreading the slippery cum around, finding my clit and brushing against it. With more expertise than any one man should possess, you caress and love on me until I am arching, body stiff, holding my breath then crying out in dizzying moans as my climax washes over me. "I love to hear you come," you whisper in my ear. Your words are like icing on my favorite cake. While I catch my breath you kiss my shoulder and caress my breasts. "How long can you stay?" you ask. "I have to catch the plane Friday, so... three days." "Well, it will have to do," you say. "Yep," I managed to get out around a yawn. You chuckle. I turn to kiss your forehead then roll over, my back to you. You pull the blanket back up over us. With your arm encircling me protectively, laying with as much of our bodies touching as possible, we drift to sleep.