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Bobbie

By: broox



I watched Kathleen close the door behind her before returning my attention to Bobbie. She proved my decision to make her the head of my dream foundation was indeed a very sound one.

I had seen deep-rooted lust in her eyes from the moment she stepped through the curtain and it was still there. Instead of pushing forth her own needs, she thought first of mine.

With a smile, she took my arm and led me to my small dining table in the corner of the living room closest to the stove on the other side of the curtain. I'd had a small rectangular window installed beneath the stairs so that I could look out behind Cybill's house where she had built a small bird sanctuary, while I was eating.

Bobbie kissed me softly on the forehead after I sat down then disappeared into the kitchen. Over her soft humming, I heard the sounds of food being dished out and prepared for serving.

The sounds ended then I heard a soft giggle followed by a rustling sound then a chuckle. A few seconds later, Bobbie came through the curtain carrying my large serving tray in the palm of her left hand and my huge coffee pot filled to the brim with fresh, hot coffee.

At first, I barely noticed the food as I grinned at Bobbie wearing my BBQ apron she evidently had noticed hanging on the hook of my small linen closet door next to the refrigerator.

It did practically nothing to hide her abundance of charms but I had to give her an 'A+' for effort. The bib was so small it barely covered the inner half of her mammoth mounds then after setting the tray and coffee pot on the table, when she lifted both arms to pull her almost ass length, wavy blonde hair from beneath the loop of the apron around her neck the bib completely disappeared in her deep cleavage.

I laughed and she giggled as she did her best to cover as much of her tit flesh as was possible while calmly saying, "I know you men love huge breasts but I have hated these monsters for as long as I can remember."

I smiled as my eyes drifted to her blonde bush which was completely exposed beneath bottom edge of the apron's skirt and Bobbie winked before saying, "The damn thing is just too frigging small. It was either cover my tits or cover my cunt but no way it can cover both. I opted for covering the boobs since I will be seated with a table between us while you are eating."

As if to prove her point, Bobbie had sat down opposite me as she spoke. I laughed when she stood back up and the bib was again invisible between her large breasts as she moved three platters of breakfast delights and a large bowl of hot, buttered cheese grits in front of me then poured us both a mug of java.

As she reached to lean the tray against the wall before sitting back down I softly said, "Please Bobbie. Get rid of the apron. It actually is turning me on just as much as your nudity does but then Sweetie you could be wearing an army tent and still be gorgeous because I've seen what is beneath your clothing and that my Dear isn't very forgettable."

Bobbie smiled and quickly removed the apron then dropped it beside the tray before sitting back down. The breakfast Kathleen had fixed was fantastic and the coffee was simply wondrous.

As I finished saying grace, I had asked Bobbie why she wasn't joining me but just as I figured her mother had prepared a huge breakfast and Bobbie had eaten before coming to my apartment and finding Kathleen cooking as I still slept.

As she told me she had eaten at home I noticed a fork on the napkin next to the spoon she had used to stir sugar into her coffee with and she picked it up to spear a link sausage from the platter of meats while saying, "I guess this is why I am so fat. I've been on a seafood diet most of my life. I see food and I eat it."

I let her barb about her weight go un-admonished but I logged it into my memory before saying, "When I first ran off, I damn near starved for 5 or 6 years. I knew very little about cooking and had very little money for groceries so mostly I lived off wild game and the fish I caught. After my fortunes took a turn for the better, I bought a few cook books and taught myself to cook with the help of a few lady friends here and there."

I sighed softly as I thought of the ladies I'd known back then and Bobbie with total understanding in her voice softly asked, "When are you going to leave us Woody?"

I smiled before answering, "I really don't know Bobbie but no matter what happens while I'm gone you can be positive that I will be returning as fast as I possibly can. I know that the love I feel for you and your sisters and your mother is much greater than my lust. I never dreamed I had a real family until I returned and nothing on earth could keep me from coming back here and planting my roots as deep as possible before I die."

She grinned from ear to ear as she speared a hot buttered biscuit before saying, "Then, I know I can speak for all of us when I say hurry up and go because the sooner you leave the sooner you will be back."

She giggled loudly then quickly added, "Not too soon though. You've still gotta teach me about sex and I know damn well neither Tara nor Katie won't to be virgins until after you've come home."

I smiled and said, "That is the third thing you've said this morning that really confuses, actually I guess the 4th thing."

She finished the biscuit and was spearing a slice of fried ham as I spoke then as her eyes filled with questions I said, "Why in God's name do you think you are fat? What on earth could cause you to hate your own breasts? How the hell did you and all of your sister's remain virgins all these years? How did you know the country club in Tucson was so exclusive? I didn't know that until Kathleen said it was but you obviously already knew it was."

She almost choked on the ham as I finished then drained her cup of coffee and fixed us both another cup before answering, "My earliest memory of watching television was with Daddy. We had an old B&W Zenith portable TV and he was watching a golf tournament when I found him to tell him Mama needed help outside. I watched as he went to see what she wanted and by the time he had returned I was totally fascinated with golf. I really didn't understand the game but even in B&W the scenery around the course was mesmerizing to me."

Her eyes became as big as the saucers our mugs were on when I said, "I know Clarke County High School has never had a golf team. How on earth did you become good enough to get a golf scholarship and lead your University to the NCAA championship every year since you began college."

She gasped and then stammered, "How do you know everything Woody?"

I laughed as I pointed across the room at my computer desk before answering, "I'm not sure I've mentioned Allison to anyone here by name. She is the lady from California that has made me a multi-millionaire and eventually a billionaire. I had never even seen a computer until I began repairing her system and I am really a novice but I enjoy playing games online and browsing the internet from time to time. When I first discovered I had a family, I went online one night while I was still living in the motel and I checked out every thing I could find online about my new loved ones."

She grinned as she said, "You are amazing. Allison?"

I laughed and then said, "Not so fast Miss Thang. I love where you fancy for golf originated but it didn't answer any of my three questions."

She stuck out her tongue then quickly said, "All I've ever heard Victoria get excited about was her Grams in Tucson. We saw her on TV one day as the camera scanned the crowd at The 'Tucson Open'. We were going to go there one summer together and I tried to get a temporary membership ID which turned out to be just as impossible as Grams getting a local membership. Sweetie, I know I'm a sexy young thang but I weigh almost 180 pounds. That is fat. My tits were in a B-cup when all my friends were getting their training bras. I can't ever remember not being at least two sizes and more often than not 4 or 5 cups bigger than the other girls my age. Attention is nice but not always and my huge melons gave me a very much undeserved reputation that I'm still overcoming to this very day. Now Mister Man. Allison?"

I winked as I said, "In a minute, young lady but don't rush me. An old man has his stories. About a year before I left California, Allison took me with her to Tucson. She had a business meeting there with her midwest distributors. To make an impression, she rented that entire Country Club for the afternoon. I'd never even seen a golf course and I shot a 67."

Bobbie sat bolt upright as she gasped then interrupted, "Golly Woody. A 67, the course record is 66 and that's only been done twice."

I held my sides laughed as I picked up, "I know. That was what I shot on the second hole. They wouldn't let me play any more after that."

I grinned at Bobbie shaking her head then continued, "We'll go there one day when I get back Bobbie and that's a solemn oath promise. Wow just 180 pounds! With watermelons on your chest weighing at least 40 pounds each that makes the rest of you a whopping 100 pounds soaking wet according to my math. If I knew a 1000 models, I could name a 1000 that would kill to weigh a 100 pounds."

After some more ribbing and teasing I finished, "As for your breasts, I just recently acquired a taste for large breasts. I still think I prefer the really small ones because they tend to have longer nipples that are more sensitive but while I am admittedly a breast man, I love for the heart and soul under them much more than I lust for that surface flesh."

Bobbie smiled as she said, "Very nicely put. Allison?"

I laughed before answering, "The money is really nice but only because I can use it to help others. Allison gave me so much more than that however. Before I met her, I very seldom was anywhere for even a full month and more often than not I seldom stayed anywhere a week. At first, I was so scared of being caught and sent to an orphanage that I hid in the woods and just kept traveling every few days but once I was legally an adult, I guess I'd just developed an overwhelming wander lust. I lost my virginity on my 18th birthday to a 60 year old lady named Agatha. I was doing a few odd jobs for her and I stayed with her almost 3 months but that was the only time I was with a woman for anything more than a one night stand until I met Allison."

I got up and took Bobbie's left hand in my right then as I led her upstairs I finished, "I guess you could say that Agatha taught me most of the skills you are about to enjoy and that Allison refined them. The biggest thing Allison taught me was that love and family is much more important than anything else on earth even though we were not in love and neither of us had a family."

I stood at the foot of the bed as Bobbie crawled over the footboard then stretched out in the middle of the bed before extending her arms as she softly whispered, "I had never once even kissed a boy until the day I met you Woody. I liked it a lot and now I just know I'm going to love everything you do to me."

I stood with my eyes bulging from their sockets as my sexy young cousin spread open her body then as I crawled between her legs she softly added, "You are never going to know a woman whose breasts are more sensitive than mine. That is their only feature I ever liked until I saw the way you looked at all of me instead of just them yet they increased your desire without becoming your first viewing priority. Right now though, I really want you to like them and teach me how to love them."

Bobbie pressed inward on her mammoth mammaries forming one giant breast with a large nipple as I knelt between her widespread thighs. I took in all of her mouth watering charms then focused my attention on her puffy labia.

I placed the head of my massive cock against her perineum and pressed it downward as I leaned forward. As my cock head dug deep into her slit and slid upward, it came to a stop against her clit just as my mouth reached her nipples.

Bobbie moaned softly as she whispered, "Us big tit gals can have fairly large nipples too. In my case, there is just so much tit pressing against them they are hard to visualize until I am cumming. Then they just burst out from my juggs."

I smiled as I felt them reach my lips as if they knew exactly where they wanted to be. From as flat as penny nipple centered in a small pancake type aureole (small only because her gigantic breasts made their almost 6 inch diameter look less than half that size), Bobbie's nipples had swollen as her orgasm began to rock solid bullets damn near three inches long and still as big around as a penny or even a nickel.

I made one quick swipe with my tongue before sucking them into my mouth but that was all it took before Bobbie screamed and pounded her slit against my shaft as she yelled, "Mmm, Woody, I'm cumming! Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes! Suck it harder."

Bobbie had just one orgasm as I feasted on her fantastic mountains but that one orgasm began with that very first swipe of my tongue and still hadn't peaked over an hour later when I moved down to her boiling hot pussy.

I plunged my tongue deep inside her tiny opening and she screamed, "Ah, ah, oh, fuck! Yeeesss keep eating my pussy! Oh, fuck, that feels so gooooood! Oh, mmmh!"

I became so lost in her sweet honey pot that I will never know how long we had been in a '69' position before just as her first orgasm finally peaked I hollered, "Mmm, Bobbie. I'm almost there,too,"

She groaned, "Cum in your mouth, Lover."

"Oh yess, I m cumming baby, I'm cumming! Take it in your mouth baby, eat it!" I said and I flooded her mouth with my hot seed. Bobbie swallowed every drop.

As we both exhausted the last of our respective juices, Bobbie quickly moved up and kissed me then we began licking each others faces clean and kissing heatedly.

"Tell me what you want." I said.

She giggled and then softly moaned, "I want your cock. I want it in me. Fucking me. Filling my pussy. Making me a woman!"

I wanted so badly to fuck her that my cock was already hard again. Bobbie wanted to be fucked so badly that her tight cunt sucked my cock inside and she barely winced as it burst through her maidenhead and flew deep into the bottom of her boiling hot cavern.

"OhyesWoodyfuckme," Bobbie slurred.

"I'm cumming, oohh GGoooddd, Immm cuummmiinnnngg!" Bobbie tightened up and trembled as she came.

"I'mcumminyesssmorreyessshharrrderrddonntsttoopp."

"YyyesssiiillovvveyourFATcccoockkkiinnnmeee."

"Mmmaakkkkemeeccummmharrder.YES!"

As I pounded her for all I was worth, Bobbie's words ran together as one huge orgasm after another surged through out her body. Then, I rolled her on top of me and strangely they became much clearer as she rode my cock into oblivion.

"Cum in me."

"Oh Woody. Woody," she moaned.

"Oh God, I'm going to cum. I'm going to. OOHhhhh Woody. Woody. Oh Lord, I'm cummming. Cumming," she moaned as she collapsed back down onto my body.

I know Bobbie screamed much more than that but my own balls erupted with such a fierce furor that the screams of ecstasy in my head drowned her out completely. I can't ever remember being so thoroughly drained or exhausted after just one quick fuck.

I had never been completely drained so fast in my entire life. I was asleep even as Bobbie and I kissed. She was still snoring softly when I awoke just as the sun was setting.

My right arm was under her and my left arm was across her so that as I awoke they were crossed and my hands were still tightly squeezing her huge tits. I relaxed my grip and Bobbie moaned softly between snores.

The setting sun was damn near as beautiful as the lady in my arms and I wanted to share it with her so I pinched her swollen nipples.

"Harder, harder!" she said.

I laughed softly at the first words from her lips as she awoke then moaned as she pushed her ass against my throbbing cock while she whispered, "That's amazing Woody. I can't ever remember seeing a more beautiful sunset.

I brushed her long hair out of the way with my nose then kissed the nape of her neck before whispering, "I know Bobbie. It is damn near as pretty as you are but it ain't even close to being as sexy."

She giggled before saying, "You say the sweetest things Woody. Oooooooooooohhhhh!"

The latter came as she felt my huge cock head against her tiny brown eye.

"Yes, baby, touch my ass!" she said. "God! I would love to feel you in my ass baby."

"I cant wait any more, take my ass. Open my little hole with your cock. Come on baby fuck my ass!" she pleaded, even as she moved onto her hands and knees, ass thrust high in a provocatively posed invitation.

"Fuck my ass hard. Give me what I need. Now, please. I'm begging you."

I was surprised by her hunger for anal sex as I reached around and grabbed her huge melons for leverage then I was shocked by how easily my huge cock slid into the depths of her bowels.

Bobbie tossed her head from side to side screaming, "Yes! Yes, yes!"

In seconds I screamed, "Ohhh Bobbie. Your ass is wonderful. I want to cum in your ass hole."

"Yes baby." she replied. "I want to feel your hot cum in my ass hole too."

Oh yeesss! I'm cumming Bobbie! Take my cum in your ass hole! Take all of it! Aahhh! I'm shooting inside you Bobbie! AAAAAHHHHHHHH!"

After a while she said me, "That was of course the first time that someone fucked my ass. It was very nice, we have a whole 48 more hours. I want to suck you every morning and you can fuck my ass as many times as you want."  

Bobbie and Bobby



Bobbie and I had gotten tired of the constant fight of trying to keep a good-looking lawn in front of our house. Drought conditions and water restrictions had resulted in patches of dead grass all over the place. We decided to take the grass out and xeroscape the yard. The yard slopes down from the house to the street so the plan was to level the ground from the sidewalk to about fifteen feet from the house and then terrace the rest. 

I hired a couple of college kids to do the leveling and to haul away the dirt and then I had a load of landscaping blocks delivered to build the terrace walls. While I was laying the block Bobbie had our rotor tiller running and she was trying to loosen the soil where we were going to plant ferns. The machine was a little one and only a half horse and it just wasn't up to the task. It was too small and the ground was just too hard. I was enjoying the sight of Bobbie running the tiller. The blades were beating on the ground, but not breaking it up and the vibration of the machine was transmitted through the handle bars to Bobbie's arms and then to her upper torso. She wasn't wearing a bra and her 36 C's were bouncing all over the place. It turned out that I wasn't the only one watching and enjoying the show.

A 1993 Mustang convertible pulled up at the curb. I recognized the car as one that passed through the neighborhood all the time and I sort of recognized the driver. I'd never met him, but I had seen him off and on either in the Mustang or in a Chevy truck. Bobbie shut down the rototiller and the guy said, "You'll be there all month trying to break that ground with that little thing. I've got an eight horse that can do the job if you would like to borrow it." Bobbie looked at me and I shrugged and she said, "Where do you live?"

"Just turn the corner, third house on the left."

"The Tudor style with all the flower beds?"

"That's the one. If you want I'll go get the tiller and bring it back."

"If it will do better than that poor excuse for a machine I think I would like to try it."

"You got it. I'll be right back."

As he drove off Bobbie said, "That was nice of him." 

I laughed and said, "Hell, if it had been me on the machine instead of you with your flopping tits he would have kept right on driving by."

"Your trouble John is that you are just too cynical. He was just being neighborly."

"Cynical my ass. I saw the way he was looking at you. Of course I can't blame him for that. In those shorts and that top you could give a stone statue a hard on."

"What, these old things?"

"Sweetie, if you had been wearing your high heels he would have gotten out of the car and started helping."

"You think? Well let's just find out."

I looked to see where she was looking and I saw the Chevy truck turning the corner with a rototiller in the back.

Bobbie went into the house as the truck pulled up at the curb. The guy got out and went around to let down the tailgate. I got up to go help him lift the machine out of the truck. Just as the two of us were getting ready to lift I heard the guy's sudden intake of breath and I didn't need to look around to see what was there. Bobbie was coming down the driveway in her CFM's and carrying a purse. She stuck out her hand and said, "Hi. I'm Bobbie." He took her hand and said, "That makes two of us."

"Pardon?"

"That's my name too. I'm Bobby."

I introduced myself and then Bobbie kissed me on the cheek and said, "I'm running to 7-11 to get some ice. I'll be back in a few" and she headed for her car. I helped Bobby lift the tiller out of the back of his truck and did my best to look like I didn't see the way he looked at Bobbie walking away in her come fuck me's. Bobbie calls me cynical, but I'm really just a realist and I know human nature. I wasn't kidding in the least when I told Bobbie that if she had been wearing her heels with the shorts and skimpy top when Bobby stopped he would have gotten out of the car and helped. And Bobby proved me right. Bobbie had no sooner pulled out of the driveway than Bobby fired up the tiller and went to work on the ground. He was going to make damn sure that he was there to see Bobbie when she came back.

That night as Bobbie was getting ready for bed she told me that Bobby had invited us down to take a look at his back yard. "He thinks that it may give us some ideas on what to do. He has a pond back there, did you know that?" 

No I didn't, but I didn't care either. I knew what I had in mind for our yard and I told her so. 

"I'd still like to see how he did his yard. Someday I would like a water feature in our back yard and maybe his pond will give us some ideas."

"Fine. Go on down and look, but be careful. That boy wants a piece of your fine ass and he is going to try and hustle you."

"There you go being cynical again."

"I'm not being cynical. I watched him watch you. I warned you that putting on your come fuck me's would get to him. He couldn't take his eyes off of you."

"I'm sure that you are mistaken John. Do you really think I have a fine ass?"

"The best."

"Want some of it? I'll put my heels on."

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It was three months later when I came home form work early and as I turned onto the street I saw Bobbie getting out of Bobby's truck. I quickly pulled to the curb and watched as she leaned back into the truck and gave him a lingering kiss. Then she closed the door and headed for the house. She was wearing high heels, a very short skirt and an extremely low cut blouse - not your normal stay at home housewife attire. I wondered what was going on. No, that's not right, I had a pretty good idea of what was going on, what I really wondered is how long it had been going on. I waited until Bobby turned the corner and then I went on home.

I heard the shower running as I came in the door and there was a line of clothing leading from the door to the stairs. I reached down and picked up Bobbie's panties and saw that the crotch was soaking wet. I didn't need to sniff it to know what it was and that it was obviously fresh. I've never been a procrastinator and I have always believed in facing my problems straight on so I took the sperm soaked panties and headed for the bedroom. I was sitting on the bed twirling the panties on my finger when Bobbie walked into the room toweling herself off. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw me and her face lost some of its color when she saw the panties. 

"Get him all washed off of you? Or more to the point, did you get him all washed out of you?" 

She just stood there staring down at the floor.

"What's the matter Bobbie, cat got your tongue? No spiffy come back. How about telling me that I'm mistaken. That it's not what I think. Or maybe that old standby, "But honey, I can explain." You should have washed these first" and I tossed the cum soaked panties at her. She didn't try to catch them and they fell on the floor at her feet. "If it wasn't for them you might have been able to convince me that the kiss you gave Bobby as you got out of his truck was a friendship thing. Come on Bobbie, say something."

Not a word from her - she just stood there and stared down at the floor. I got up and started to leave the room. As I reached the door I turned and said, "Okay, if you won't talk to me I guess I'll just have to go and get my answers from your boyfriend." 

Suddenly Bobbie wanted to talk.

"No! Please don't do that."

"Why not?"

"Because his wife doesn't know."

I went back and sat down on the side of the bed. "What's that supposed to mean? He can fuck up our marriage, but I'm supposed to be considerate of his? His wife doesn't need to know that he's a cheating asshole?"

"That's not it. She is a really nice person and it would hurt her more than she deserves. Find some other way to get at him if you must, but don't hurt her."

"Pity that you didn't have the same concern for me."

"You were never supposed to find out."

"You can't hide shit like this Bobbie. It always comes out sooner or later."

"I've hid it from you for three months now and if you hadn't found out today you never would have. Today was the end of it. I was never going to see him again after today."

"Three months? Jesus, how many times did you come to me after being with him? How many times have I gotten that bastards leftovers?"

"Never. I wouldn't do that to you."

"You expect me to believe that shit? We have sex five and six times a week, sometimes seven. You expect me to believe that you only make arrangements to see him on days we don't have sex?"

"No, I'm telling you that I have never fucked you after I have fucked him."

"How can that be given as much sex as we have?"

"Simple - until today he had never fucked me in my pussy. I let him have me today as a goodbye gift."

"You have been seeing him for three months and you have never had sex with him."

"Define sex. If sex to you is fucking my pussy, then no, we never had sex until today."

"I'm afraid I don't have a clue as to what you are saying."

"He eats my pussy, I suck his cock and he takes me in my ass. Until today he had never had my pussy."

"Oh, okay. Never had your cunt so that makes everything okay. No sex, no harm, no foul. Silly me, I thought we had a problem. Glad we could clear that up." I got up and left the room.

I was at the wet bar in the basement recreation room making myself a stiff drink when Bobbie came downstairs and sat in one of the chairs and watched me. I finished making my drink and I kept my back to her as I took my first sip. She decided that I was going to ignore her so she started talking to my back.

"I all ready know that you and I will not see this the same way, but I don't feel that I have been cheating on you."

I spun around and looked at her, "What?"

"It's true. Well, no it's not. I did cheat on you today because today I let Bobby fuck me, but I don't consider any of the other times as cheating."

"And why in God's name is that?"

"Because I only gave him what you didn't want and what you have never wanted. You won't eat my pussy, but Bobby did. You won't let me suck your cock, but Bobby let me. And you never ever would have anal sex with me, but Bobby did and he loved it and what's more, so did I. You ever wonder why we have had so much sex in the mornings for the last three months. Ever ask yourself why I've been sending you off to work every morning so well fucked? You can thank Bobby for that. He has a kinky side - he loves to eat my pussy after you have cum in me. Believe me John, it took an awful lot of will power for me to say goodbye to Bobby today. I loved everything we did together and I'm going to miss it all."

"Why did you stop?"

"You said it yourself John. It would come out eventually and I never wanted you to know. I happen to love you and I didn't want to lose you and I knew I would if we got caught. I just didn't end it quick enough."

"What, you think just because you said, "That's it Bobby, no more" that he is going to say okay and walk away? He'll keep sniffing around and I would get suspicious and I'd have found out anyway."

"No you wouldn't have. It was a mutual decision John. He loves his wife as much as I love you and he had the same concerns over her finding out that I had over you finding out."

"If he loves her so much why is he out fucking around on her?"

"She is your mirror image. She won't let him eat her pussy, she won't suck his cock and she refuses to even try having anal sex."

"Maybe we should just swap mates."

"Wouldn't work. Except for the stuff we did together neither of us was interested in the other. We are both in love with the people we are married to."

"If there is no interest how in the hell did it start?"

"I seduced him."

"You seduced him? He didn't come onto you and things just went from there? You actually seduced him?"

"Yes I did. I was over there one morning looking at his pond. I was probably dressed inappropriately - I was wearing shorts, my cut off tee shirt and I didn't have a bra on - but it wasn't intentional. I had been working in the yard when I saw him drive by and I wanted to see his pond and so I walked over to his house. He showed me the pond and how he was building a waterfall and I saw him keep looking at my tits. I apologized for the way I was dressed and he said that I didn't have to apologize to him and then he said that I looked good enough to eat. Then I said that I wished that you felt that way and he said that he wished his wife felt that way. Then I said, "So you think I look good enough to eat?" and he smiled and said, "Do I ever." I asked him if his wife was home and he said no, she was at work. We stared at each other for several minutes and then I stepped out of my shorts and panties, sat down on a big, flat rock that was going to be part of his waterfall, spread my legs and waited to see what he would do. He didn't disappoint me and everything just went from there."

"You are right Bobbie, I don't see this the way you do. It doesn't matter that you only did things that I wouldn't do. You still engaged in sexual things with another man and in my book that is unfaithful behavior. Paint the picture any way you care to, you still cheated on me."

"Whatever you say John, whatever you say" and she got up and went back upstairs.

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I sat in the basement and got drunk. When I finally staggered upstairs to go to bed Bobbie wasn't there and I undressed and fell onto the bed. When I woke up in the morning I took a shower and a handful of aspirin for my hangover headache and started to get dressed. I was halfway dressed when I noticed that the room didn't seem right and it took me several seconds to figure out what was out of whack. There was nothing of Bobbie's in the room. I looked into the closet and saw that all of her clothes were gone. I finished dressing and went downstairs. Bobbie had the coffeepot on and was putting her breakfast on a tray when I walked into the kitchen. She looked over at me, "I've moved all my stuff into the spare bedroom. I'll try to stay out of your way as much as possible until we can iron out the details of the divorce" and then she took her tray and left the room.

True to her word I rarely saw here for the next week or so. Then I came home from work one day and found her waiting in the kitchen for me. "I've been waiting to hear from your lawyer or for someone to serve me papers." 

"I've been waiting to hear from yours."

"I don't have one."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want a divorce. I happen to be in love with you so if the marriage ends, you have to end it because I won't."

"Well, I haven't seen a lawyer either."

"Why not?"

"I don't know. I honestly don't know" and I left the kitchen.

Another week went by and I still hadn't made a move to get a lawyer, but by then I at least knew why. In spite of what she had done I loved Bobbie and I didn't want to divorce her. On the other hand I didn't know how to put us back together. I just couldn't bring myself to walk up to her and say "All is forgiven." Then fate took a hand. Saturday morning the doorbell rang and when I answered it I found Bobby standing on the porch. Without thinking I stepped aside and said, "She's upstairs in the spare bedroom. Go on up." He actually turned red in the face, "You know?"

"I know."

"Actually I just came by to get the rototiller."

I stood looking at him for what seemed like forever and then I said, "You pretty much fucked up my marriage. You willing to try to help me fix it?"

Bobbie was lying naked on the bed working on herself with a dildo when I opened the door and walked into the spare bedroom. She looked up at me and stopped using the rubber cock on herself while she tried to figure out what was going on. She raised an eyebrow when I started undressing and when I was naked and started walking toward the bed she pulled the fake cock out of her pussy and tossed it aside and spread her legs. She didn't say anything, just waited to see what I was going to do. When I moved between her legs her facial expression was a mixture of curiosity and speculation. It wasn't until my cock slid into her that she said something, "Yes! Oh sweet Jesus yes."

It was a spirited romp, but I had been two weeks without sex, but with sex not very far from my mind, and I didn't last very long. When I came it felt like it felt like I had a quart stored up in me which I suppose was a good thing considering what was going to happen next. When I went limp I pulled myself away from Bobbie and it wasn't all that easy because she kept trying to hang onto me and pull me back down. I got off the bed and walked to the bedroom door and just before I opened it I looked back at her - I still hadn't said a word - and she was looking back at me with a bewildered look on her face. I smiled at her and opened the door and Bobby walked in. I said, "Your turn" and I went downstairs and got myself a beer.

When I came back up I looked in the bedroom and I saw that Bobbie had Bobby's cock in her mouth and he had his face buried in her cunt and was going after it like a starving man going after his first meal in a week. I watched them for a minute or two without them being aware that I was there and then I said, "I understand that she loves a cock in her ass." The both of them stopped and looked over at me. "I suppose it's not cheating if I know about it so you might as well go ahead and have her pussy too" and then I walked away and left them alone. I tried to get some work done in the den, but Bobbie's cries and moans made it impossible to concentrate and so I got up and went outside to work in the yard.

It was an hour later when Bobby came out of the house. I already had his tiller by the back of his truck and I went over to help him lift it in. He was having trouble making eye contact, but I had to make something clear to him before he left. 

"There isn't much chance of your wife finding out if you do it in my house. But, I'm not a watcher and I don't really care to be a listener either so try and be done by the time I get home from work, okay?"

The sheepish grin left his face and he looked at me for several seconds before smiling and saying, "You got it." As he pulled away from the curb and turned the corner I was asking myself if I was doing the right thing. I guessed that only time would answer that. When I went back in the house the shower was running and I went up to the bedroom and was sitting on the bed when Bobbie came into the room toweling herself off. She stopped and looked at me, "Why?"

"Because I don't want to divorce you and I couldn't live with you with what you had done being between us. It's not between us anymore. I accept that you have wants and desires that I can't satisfy, needs so strong that you cheated on me to have them satisfied and I'm conceding that I have no right to keep you from having those needs satisfied. I'm gambling here. I believe you when you say that you love me and I'm gambling that I won't lose you to someone who gives you what I won't."

"Is your cock hard?"

"You know it always gets hard when I see you naked."

Bobbie dropped her towel, "I've washed most of him off me, but I'm afraid that there might still be a little of him in me. Can you handle it?"

"I guess I'll have to and I guess I'll have to get used to it."

Bobbie smiled at me and laid down on the bed and waited for me to undress.



Bobbie and Bobby Revisited



With three ex-wives and a current one (all sluts) and with a long and full life to draw on there is always a little bit of me in every story I write. I've seen a lot, done a lot, have watched things happen and have had things happen to me and a lot of it makes it's way into the stories I write. In short, my stories are a combination of fact and fiction, but then I'm sure that most of you had figured that out long ago. 

This story is true.

The odds against it happening were astronomical - on a par with the odds of Mars hitting this planet - but high odds or not, it did happen.

There is a street I drive down every day going to and from work. Even though the people on the street are not close neighbors we still see each other all the time and when we do we usually wave. One night, on my way home from work, I saw one of these neighbors getting her mail from the mailbox. I'd seen her before plenty of times, but she had always been wearing baggy sweats. This time she was wearing a dress and five-inch heels and she was looking good. For me high heels are at the top of my "turn on" list and so the image of her waving at me as I drove past stayed with me for quite a while.

A month or so went by and one day I noticed that they were tearing up their front yard. Since landscaping is something that I'm always doing at my house I would slow down every day and scope out what they were doing.

One Saturday I had been out and about running some errands in my wife's convertible and as I came by their place I saw the woman and her husband working in the yard. He was building a retaining wall and she was trying to break up the ground with a little roto-tiller. It was a small one, meant to break up loose dirt in an existing flowerbed, and it wasn't doing any good on the clay-based soil that was in our area. I try to be neighborly so I stopped and offered them the use of my eight-horse tiller. The man thanked me and told me that his brother was already on his way over with a bigger tiller. 

The woman was wearing a sports bra and shorts and she was an attention getter. About 5'9", long dark hair and a body that was built to generate hard ons. She saw me looking and she gave me one of those "I know what you want and thanks for the interest" smiles and as I pulled away from the curb I tried to image her wearing high heels with the outfit she had on.

Over the course of the next month I saw her out in the yard several times and we would wave as I drove by. Then one morning as I was on my way to work I saw her getting into her car to go to work. She was wearing a dress and heels and as she stepped into the car she showed an impressive amount of nylon covered leg. I thought about it all the way to work and by the time I got home that night I had formed a story in my head. The result was "Bobbie and Bobby". One day my front doorbell rang and I opened the door to find the woman standing there. She was dressed in the shorts and sports bra she had been wearing on the day I stopped to offer the use of my tiller and she was also wearing black CFMs. She gave me a big smile and said, "Hello there Just Plain Bob." I didn't know her real name so all I could say was "Hello there Bobbie."

"May I come in?"

I stepped aside and she came in and I led her into the family room. I asked her if she would like a drink and she said she would have a beer if I had any. When I came back into the room with the beer she stood up and did a pirouette in front of me, "What do you think? Do the heels really make you want to help?"

I smiled, "You have obviously read the story so you already know the answer to that."

"Is your wife here?"

"No, she's next door."

"Will she be back soon?"

"I don't think so. Lance will probably keep her busy for another hour or two."

"Lance? As in "Annie And The Neighbors?"

I nodded a yes.

"Wow. I really don't know why I'm here. I just finished reading "Bobby and Bobbie" and I just knew that you had to be Just Plain Bob. So I got out of my work clothes and put on what I was wearing the day you stopped by and hurried over to let you know that I knew. Paul is going to shit when he comes home and reads it."

"You don't read the stories together?"

"No. Neither one of us can stand to have anyone looking over our shoulder when we are on the computer so I have it from when I get home at four until he gets home at six-thirty and then he gets it. We've only spoken the one time you stopped to offer us the use of your roto-tiller so how did you know we had a wet bar in the basement?"

"I didn't know. I made that part up. How close did I come to the rest of it?"

She giggled, "You missed on the oral sex part, but you hit the nail on the head with the anal part."

"Pity. From what I can see of you in those shorts you have an ass that is just begging for attention."

"You really think so?"

"Absolutely. I'd be more than happy to help you out there."

"Would you really?"

"You bet."

"I might just have to take you up on that, but I'll have to talk to Paul first."

"It's an open invitation."

"Won't your wife mind?"

"My wife is next door fucking the neighbor. Does that sound like someone who would care?"

"In the story you said she didn't know that you knew about her."

"All my stuff is part fact and part fiction."

"Is there really an Amber and a father?"

"Of course."

"Are you fucking Amber and is her father fucking your wife?"

I smiled at her, "I have to have some secrets sweetie; I wouldn't want you to lose interest in me and what I write. How about eating you when you have cum in you, does Paul do that?"

"Oh no."

"There's an open invitation on that also."

"I guess I'll have to ask Paul about that too."

I sat there looking at her. There is something deliciously slutty about women in shorts and "come fuck me" pumps, but she managed to look both like a slut and an innocent, fresh faced housewife at the same time. I wondered which one she was or if in fact she was neither or both.

"Since ninety-eight percent of what I write only goes to one site is there some significance to the fact that you read the Loving Wives section?

She blushed and said, "Kind of."

"What does kind of mean?"

"Paul has always wanted me to have sex with another man so anything with wife watching in the title grabs his attention."

"So do you?"

"Do I what?"

"Have sex with other men while he watches?"

"Oh no. I've always said no. I get turned on reading the stories about women who do, but I haven't done it myself."

"Do you want to?"

"No. I'm happy being a one man woman."

"But you just told me that you might take me up on my offer to have sex with you. You said you had to ask Paul."

"That's right, I did didn't I." She looked at her watch, "Oops, I'd better get going."

"Before you go could I ask you a big favor, a very, very big favor?"

"What?"

"Would you take off your shorts and panties and give me a good look at that marvelous ass of yours?"

"I couldn't do that."

"Why not? I'll behave and you just might read about it in another story."

She looked at me for several seconds and then, "You won't do anything? Just look at it?"

"Promise."

Another long look and then she stood up, took off her shorts and underwear and did a slow turn in front of me. Her ass was perfect. I decided to press my luck. "Bend over and let me see."

For a second the look she gave me made me think I'd gone too far, but then she turned, bent at the waist, reached behind and spread her ass cheeks and gave me a look at her rosebud.

"Can I kiss it?"

She straightened up, "No. This has already gone too far" and she reached down for her shorts.

"Please? I'll keep my hands in my pockets. This is just too good - it's story material. Please, I'll keep my hands in my pockets. I just want a taste."

I could see that she was wrestling with it. I could see she wanted to, but I could also see that she wanted to get out of my house before she got in too deep. Finally, "You promise?"

"I promise. I have to be good or you won't ask Paul if I can have it for real."

Another long look and then she turned, bent at the waist and spread herself. I walked over to her and got down on my knees behind her and stuck my tongue out and poked it against her rosebud. She gave a little cry and pushed her ass back at me and I licked her crack as far as I could go. She quickly straightened up, "I have to go now" and she hurriedly got into her shorts. I walked her to the door and then I said, "I don't know your name."

She smiled and said, "As far as you are concerned its Bobbie" and she went down the porch steps and down the front walk. I called to her, "You be sure and ask Paul" and she waved at me.

That was last week. I haven't seen her in the yard when I drive by and she hasn't called or come back. 

Paul - if you are reading this, did she tell you about her visit? Did she ask you if she could? You should know that she wants to, I sure as hell want to, and if she was right about it being your fantasy then you want it too. Work with me here.



Bobbie & Cece



THE LATE afternoon weary glow was restful and energizing at the same time. The hazy light streaming in the west windows fell in bars and blocks of warm yellow gold across Cece and Bobbie lying on the mattress couch across the room. Their bare bodies were a study in contrasts: Cece was light tan with dark brunette hair; Bobbie was pale pink with coppery red hair. The cozy sunlight contoured their voluptuous curves with golden highlights and deep purple shadows. Cece was stretched out on her side, her right leg pulled up a bit. Her wide hips made a lovely smooth arch from narrow waist to full hard thighs. Beside her Bobbie was a smooth round shape, glowing in the golden light, large breasts flopping apart above her round belly. Her hand was between her legs, a finger moving in slow dreamy circles.

I shifted a little, feeling my cock tingle as I looked at my two sweet and sexy friends. The green mist that filled our senses, the electric chemicals that enlivened our minds, that energized our nerves, drifted in the gathering twilight air, got me thinking about sex. I was suddenly horny. I moved my hand to my cock and encouraged my erection. I remembered many hot fucks with Cece...in our bed, in the shower, here on the living room mattresses. I fantasized about fucking Bobbie's plump body...pumping into her from behind, having her suck me off.

Cece saw what I was doing, smiled and rose from the bed. "I know what you want! I'll be right back." I got even harder watching the bounce of her big butt as she left the room. At the bedroom door she looked back over her shoulder, wiggled her hips saucily and smiled.

My hand involuntarily moved quicker, hardening my cock. Bobbie moved around so she could watch me while she continued her slow pussy fondling. "I know what you are thinking. You want to fuck Cece. Your cock got hard looking at her. And you'd like to watch me fuck myself with my fingers. And I want to watch you jack-off!" The chubby redhead spread her ample thighs so I could see her fingers do their magic on her clit. "You get real hard thinking about fucking Cece, don't you? She is really sexy and beautiful. I get a little turned on imagining her licking my pussy."

I crossed over to the other couch-bed and knelt next to Bobbie. The golden light was fading, the late afternoon breezes were stirring the lacy curtains. A fanciful pattern of shadow lace drifted over Bobbie's smooth round body. The electric chemicals rippled through me; I tingled all over, erotic energy surging. My dick stood straight and hard.

"I get hard thinking about you, too! I love it when you talk dirty. My cock gets real hard and I love to jack off slowly. Your pussy is all hot pink and shiny with juice. It's almost glowing. You look so sexy. I want to fuck you, too!"

Bobbie's large tits and belly quivered as her stroking became stronger. She held her swollen lips open with one hand and strummed her clit with the other. Her little clit puffed up, sparkling juice leaked from within. "Oh, ooh ... mmmmm ... oh! I'm so hot. I wanna cum! I wanna fuck! I want you to fuck me! I want Cece to eat my cunt ... oh, god, yes ...!" She dug her heels into the mattress, her fleshy legs wide; she bounced her hips in time with her stroking and panting, responding to the pulses of her first cum of the evening. "Oh, goddess! Yes, I needed that!" she laughed.

I nestled down beside her, kissing the perspiration from her cute face; fondling her huge breasts, gently tweaking her stiff, dark pink nipples, pushing my hard cock against the softness of her thigh. "You sure came quickly. I bet you've been thinking about sexy things for quite awhile," I said between wet kisses.

"Yes, I've been horny all day. I knew we were going to do something sexy like this," she said, her gentle fingers dancing on my dick. "I want you to eat me and fuck me until the sun comes up!"

My cock throbbed with desire to be inside her juicy pink cunt, but we just lay there sensually writhing against each other, fondling, touching, kissing, stroking. That peculiar state of alchemical high enfolded us: tingling skin, aroused senses, wide, sparkling eyes, engorged sex, yet totally relaxed, melting into each other's flesh and spirit, hands flowing gently over soft and hard intimate places.

CECE RETURNED wearing a translucent black nylon outfit: skimpy bra, bikini briefs and thigh-length belted robe. She smiled seductively, knowing of my love of lingerie, and for removing lingerie, and began a slow, sexy dance around the living room, her broad hips swaying, her hands caressing her flanks, her breasts. I reluctantly slipped away from Bobbie's damp erotic embrace, knelt up on the edge of the bed, embraced my cock and increased my pumping. Bobbie resumed panting as she started stroking and squeezing her hard clity again. Her big tits flopped, her great smooth belly rippled, her thick thighs quivered as she moaned toward another cum.

Cece opened her robe and smothered my face with her heavy, firm young breasts. The smooth scratchiness of the nylon bra was a delight. She kissed me deeply, our tongues dancing. She stood next to me, legs spread a little, thrusting her full, fleshy hips at me. I fondled her pussy thru her scanty panties, delicately tracing the outline of her bush, the swell of her lips. She pushed my hand away, grabbed my head and pulled it against her crotch. She slowly rotated her pubes against my mouth. Her musky sex scent filled me with desire. I held her hips and lapped the shiny, damp crotch of her thin black panties.

The plump redhead paused in her pleasure to roll over and take my cock in her hands. She skillful had me moaning into Cece's damp crotch with a few well-timed strokes. Her grip felt backwards, of course, her thumb below the fingers, but the novelty only stiffened me more. Slow deliberate squeezing near the root and firm, quick strokes upward, finished with a brush of fingers on the purple cock head: her hands coaxed pulses of hot energy from my loins, but she didn't rush to make me cum. There was a very practiced pause, an unfinished stroke that kept me hard but not near to squirting.

I FELT I COULDN'T take the waves of pleasure, the musky sex scent of the two horny girls, the brunette's sultry moans as I nuzzled her cunt, the redhead's joyous laughter at the throbbing hardness of my prick. I fell over backwards on the mattress, stretching out flat. Bobbie moved around next to me to continue her manipulation of my cock.

"I love jacking guys off but I like to suck them off even more!" she stage whispered to me. I groaned deeply as her lips closed over my dick head. Her lips slide firmly, wetly, over the head and down the stiff shaft. Her tongue wiggled from side to side, licking the underside of my cock as she took half of it into her mouth. She swallowed and I quivered. Then she let my cock slowly slip out as she pulled back. When her tongue returned to the underside of my thick cock head, it fluttered there, driving me crazy. I could feel my nuts clench.

"I want you to eat me!" exclaimed Cece. She turned a bit and slowly slipped her thin panties down over her big, firm, round butt, her strong shapely legs. She straddled my head and knelt down, hands braced against the wall. Her pussy, all juice-matted dark hair, puffy pink lips, wet slit, descended over my mouth.

I wanted to say that I loved being sucked off, that I loved to lick pussies, but my mouth was full and my cock was pounding with lust. I licked, nibbled, sucked, teased Cece's juicy pussy. My tongue danced over the folds of her lips, probed to hot wetness of her cunt, teased the stiffness of her clitty. Her pussy was moist with warm, spicy juice. I licked into her slippery hole; her flow was hot and tangy with lust.

My other wonderful friend, lover, playmate slowly pumped her mouth up and down my dick, milking waves of pleasure through me. My toes clenched; I felt hot rushes all through my body. They intensified when her hands joined her lips on my pulsing cock. Her tongue caused erotic sparks in my dickhead, her fingers sent hot pulses through my loins.

"Oh, god! oh, oh, oh, yes! oh, god! eat me! fuck! oh, god!" Cece panted above me. Her pussy pushed against my slurping lips, lapping tongue. Her hot cunt leaked continuously. I drank as much as I could, licking her excellent nectar, vibrating her hard clitty, suckling on it. I swatted her butt cheeks, grabbing rich, firm handfuls of prime young ass. She cried out, inarticulate moans and gasps of pleasure, her muscular thighs quivered, they crushed in and down, filling my face with dark, hairy pussy; deep pink lips, wet white thighs. Her body quivered above me, her pussy squirting her thick, rich sex juice into my mouth.

When her shuddering subsided, Cece rolled off of my face and snuggled up next to me. We were both gasping for breath and I was still moaning from Bobbie's sucking and stroking. The redhead let up on the sucking, smiled at us and moved up to my other side. Thankfully, her skilled hand never left the stiff shaft of my cock. "Let's trade places ..."

Three sets of lips met, lingered, kissed, brushed over warm, sexy damp skin. We kissed each other sweetly, sexily, slowly. Cece squirmed up over me, her heavy breasts rubbing my chest and tummy, her pussy slowly humping my thigh. Bobbie gave my tongue a head job. Cece's warm body slid down until my dick bobbed against her cheeks; she gently took my tingling length into her mouth. Bobbie got up on her knees and straddled my face, her swollen, wet pussy lips wiggling down on my mouth. "Eat me, please, Brendan. Make me cum in your mouth. I'll let you do "anything" you like, if you do." Her thick thighs blocked out everything, only the heat of her skin and the warm juicy tunnel of her cunt remained. I licked and licked in a haze of hot sex juice, wet red pussy hair, slick swollen lips, warm pink flesh.

LATER, IN THE BEDROOM, we got around to that "anything"! I asked them to kneel on all fours next to each other so I could take turns fucking them from behind. It was a fantasy image right out of oh, so many sex magazines: a Rear View shoot come to life. Four round cheeks flushed with passion, damp with sweat and sex juice: one set firm, young, round and bouncy; the other fleshy, a few years older, wide and full. Two inviting cunts, wet, swollen, ready to be fucked. One with thick matted dark hair, a small purple bud of a clit showing; the other with thin reddish fur, open puffy lips and a large pink clit.

Bobbie's cunt was very wet and slippery. I kept slipping out, my prick rubbing between her lips, along her swollen clit, making her squeal with pleasure. Her nimble fingers fondled me as she held my cock against her slit to feel my ribbed stiff length rub on her clitty. Then she guided me back into her wet cunt. I pumped, at first, slow and steady, then in quick, short strokes, then one hard deep thrust, pushing inward, slowly circling my hips to rub all around in her depths. I could feel her cervix pulsing against my swollen cockhead.

I pulled out slowly, making her moan with frustration, but used my hand to guide my dick between her wet lips, to stroke against her erect clitty. Her moans turned to ones of grateful pleasure as I gently rocked back and forth. They became groans of re-aroused passion when I entered her to repeat the pattern again and again.

My hard shaft tingled, almost burned, with each thrust into her juicy slit. When the urge to cum became too much I withdrew slowly. I bent to hug her around her wide hips, kiss the small of her back. "Time to switch! I'll be right back!"

Cece's dark haired pussy was still very moist, too, but I still tried to ease my cock into it slowly, savoring the tightness and firmness of her inner muscles. She groaned deep in her chest when I finally pushed fully in, letting my pulsing cock fill her cunt, holding it in deep and firm. Her hips began a slow, relentless circular motion, grinding my cock all around on the inside of her pussy. I could feel the warm squirts of her pussy bathing me, leaking down her thighs, my balls and legs. She dropped forward on the bed so her shoulders held her weight and pushed her tight round ass upward. I could feel my dick rubbing along the front of her pussy, caressing her special spot. I held back the powerful urge to shoot as her tunnel clenched me. Her hands clawed the bedspread as she shuddered through cum after cum.

Three times I switched from one lovely, willing, stoned, sexy lover to the other hot, wet, cock-fucking slut. Finally, on the sharp edge of climax I flopped down on the bed between them, cock still stiff, throbbing, bright red raw from all the pumping. We three cuddled and curled into a tangle of legs, bellies, kisses, hugging arms, groping hands, pumping thighs, fondling fingers.

CECE AND I fucked long and slow as the afternoon faded into purple evening. I plunged into her warm depths, savoring the clutch of her cunt walls, the wet heat of her pussy. I throbbed in her, barely moving, then slowly pulled out until only my dickhead was enfolded. I moved in small, firm circles, rubbing my shaft against her clit, bringing shuddering moans from her. Her legs hugged my hips, her hands pulled on my hips trying to get me to pump faster. But I didn't. Ten long strokes in, ten deliciously torturous withdrawals ... she was whimpering, gasping, begging me to fuck her. Then ten hard, fast strokes, pushing deep and firm, slamming my hips against her cunt. Her big brown-nipples tits bounced; she screamed with relief. Then cried with frustration when I paused again. And I started the gentle, erotic rhythm again: ten slow, ten fast, ten real slow, ten real fast. The smooth tanned skin of her breasts and chest and neck blushed red, glowing with arousal ...

... And I pulled out and slithered down to plunge my tongue into her needy pussy. Her juices flooded out over my mouth, I slurped and swallowed her wonder nectar. I flicked my tongue over her swollen purple clit; her hips bucked under me as she moaned and squirted me with her hot flow. Her powerful thighs crushed my head. I slid my fingers into her, swirling and probing for her spot. Her moans turned to whimpers and gasps. I gripped her hips to keep her from writhing out from under me, to keep my lips suctioning her clit in and out of my mouth ...

... And I drew back, dragging my lips across her tummy, her sweaty breasts, her flushed cheeks, thrusting my cock quickly and smoothly into her gushing cunt. Cece shrieked as I filled her. Her arms clutched me, holding me; her legs locked around my back keeping me pumping cock deep into her. Her cries were sharp gasps and body-shuddering groans as she rose into her orgasm. Thighs gripping, fingers clawing my back, cunt muscles clenching my throbbing cock, her whole body, hot and sweaty, quivering as she came.

BOBBIE was too hot and bothered for slow, skillful sex. "I need to get fucked! Hard! Right now!" She settled her large soft body over me, her wet thighs straddling my hips. A quick caress with her hand had my stiff but weary cock sliding into her eager cunt. She started pumping as soon as I was settled deep in her firm pussy. She rode me quick and firm, short strokes of her squeezing tunnel stiffening my dick. Her big tits bounced, her round belly flopped against my lean one, her muscular cunt held me as she rode me.

All too quickly she started gasping and squealing, her hot flow mingling with Cece's juices on my cock and thigh. Her big hips rocked over me, rubbing her stiff clit on my pulsing cock, faster and harder. Her dripping cunt clutched me tightly, spasming. Her desperate motions pulling the cum from me, great squirts of cum, pulse after pulse mingling with her hot juices. With one final, loud scream she slumped forward, her warm, damp weight on me, enfolding me in panting, spent flesh. My cock slithered out of her pussy, raw, hot, burning from need and friction, still leaking the last ribbons of my cum.

WE SLEPT THEN, a warm, weary pile of stoned, fucked-out flesh as the cool evening breeze ghosted through the dark bedroom, the last light of a wonderful day fading to deep, deep summer purple.



Bobbie Baby



I met Bobbie at Lisa and Jake's housewarming party. By the time the party started, I was already tired -- I'm not exactly a social butterfly, and I'd spent the afternoon helping Lisa get her house ready and setting out food. I'm friendly enough, but I'm not outgoing. Even though I said hello to everyone and even mingled a little, I spent more time sitting out on the patio with the dog, eating chips, and occasionally slipping the chips to the dog, which is why I suspect the dog was finding me such good company. 

"Pardon, do you have a light?" I handed the woman my lighter and tossed the dog another chip. 

She lit up, illuminating full lips painted dark red, and handed it back. "Thanks. You out here getting away from it all, or do you mind if I sit with you?"

"Sure," I said. "Please sit down." I smiled at her automatically, then looked again. Most fabulous looking girl! She had blonde hair -- bombshell blonde, unapologetically out of a bottle, worn in a 40's style updo with the cliché Bettie Page bangs, but instead of framing the Gawth-pale face with drawn-on eyebrows, her skin looked soft and natural, and her brows were perfect arches over big dark eyes -- again lined retro-style, with heavy dark lashes, but on her it was done right. Add in those lush red lips, and oh, yes, be still my beating heart. Not too perfect-looking, mind you; gorgeous, but not intimidating and unattainable-looking. She was just this side of plump, with voluptuous curves barely contained in a poison-green satin wiggle dress. There was a rose tattooed on the upper curve of one of her breasts. I'm not huge on tattoos, but she was so damn easy on the eyes it added rather than detracted. This woman looked so soft and pleasing, and lovely, and when she took a drag off her cigarette, those perfectly-uptilted tits raised in a way that made me catch my breath.

"Sorry, didn't mean to stare. You look...great," I said. 

She grinned; one of her front teeth was slightly chipped. "Thanks. You're not too bad, yourself."

"Thanks," I didn't look too bad tonight -- I'm small, curvy myself (though not to the full effect this pretty critter was), and a bit exotic-looking; I'd decided to wear a sundress with a pattern of blue roses -- also vintage in cut, and showing off what I have. But next to this angel? Chopped liver. 

"It's nice to see someone else who likes retro looks. Would you mind standing up so I can see your dress better?" 

I complied, twirling campily, ending with a little curtsey. I had a fleeting moment of thinking I was an idiot, but she smiled and looked me up and down, the tip of her tongue caught between her front teeth, and I realized that yes, I was flirting. And she was responding. 

"Nice," she nodded. "That's perfect on you. You're lovely." The dog, realizing that he wasn't getting enough attention and the chip distribution had paused, had wandered down into the yard. The girl took one last drag on her cigarette and leaned over to put it out in the ashtray on the table between us, causing a minor commotion in the top of her dress again. 

"I'm Bobbie, by the way. I used to work with Lisa's boyfriend Jake. We started hanging out together back then, and we're still buddies. Don't know Lisa as well as I'd like to yet, but she seems to be good people."

I took her proffered hand. "Nice to meet you, I'm Lula. I've known Lisa for about...seven years? Jeez, it's been that long...I don't know Jake that well yet, myself."

She shook my hand. But she didn't quite let it go as quickly as one usually does, and she squeezed my fingers gently when she finally did relinquish it. 

We chatted for a while, in a way that might have been completely innocent, but had an undercurrent of flirtation. I'm really pretty shy and not demonstrative, and as a bisexual woman, I move really cautiously especially when it comes to girls I find attractive. I swore, though, she seemed more than casually interested about my relationship status: I'm engaged, my fiance is geographically distant, and while neither of us would want to do anything to jeopardize our relationship, he knows my tendency to like girls...and it turns him on. Me playing with girls is all right in his book. I tiptoed around that, but she did get that I sometimes play with girls. So it was out there.

"I prefer girls, myself. I don't date a lot, and I do date guys sometimes, but...I like women better." She said, finishing off with another adorable, seismic shrug. I could have sworn she was suddenly even warmer toward me, and sitting a little closer. She reached out and touched the back of my hand. "Do you want to go in and get another drink?"

We both chose Diet Cokes from the ice-filled cooler in the kitchen. While we were standing there talking, someone jostled my elbow. Diet Coke fizzed out, scoring a direct hit on the front of my dress. 

"Dammit," I said, swiping my fingers at it uselessly.

"Hang on -- let me see if they have any seltzer or something." She went into the kitchen, returning with a bottle of club soda and a cloth napkin.

"I don't think it'll be too bad..." I muttered, swiping at my chest with the napkin.

"Cola stains. Come on, let's get as much of it off as we can." She led me to the little bathroom by the kitchen, closing and locking the door behind us. 

She was all business as she poured club soda onto the napkin, and began dabbing and blotting at the Diet Coke. "Now your top's going to be kind of wet...but it'd be a shame to have a stain on this gorgeous dress..." I could see the gray-brown spill diluting as she dabbed and blotted. I was so close to her, I could smell her: she smelled like jasmine and vanilla, maybe something underpinning it like talcum powder, with a slight tang of salt and cigarette smoke. And here she was, casually blotting a stain on my breast. It seemed like her touch was lingering, and I was conscious that I was breathing a little faster and deeper.

Her fingers ran along the side of my right breast, caressing along the fabric of my dress. I stiffened. Was she...? She gently cupped the curve of it as if to answer my unspoken question. Yes, she was...so I relaxed against her touch, releasing my held breath. Bobbie was pleased at my reaction; I felt her hot breath against the skin of my neck, the lightest touch of her nose there as she kissed my neck softly, nuzzling against me. She kissed me more firmly there, parting her lips to graze her tongue across my skin. Every nerve ending in my body stood at full attention when she did that, and I arched my neck toward the sensation. Her hand on my tit because more insistent in its caress, she thumbed my stiffening nipple before slipping her fingers under the top of my dress and bra. Her touch was hot against my skin; the gentle caresses became more aggressive. I inclined my head toward where she nibbled my neck; she raised her mouth so our lips met in a soft deep hot kiss. 

She was working on the side zipper of my dress with the hand not fondling my breast when a knock on the door made us both jump.

"Be out in just a minute!" She trilled sweetly. I had to stifle laughter. She pulled her hand free, and then pulled me close into a deeper harder kiss. She took my hand and guided it under the skirt of her dress to her pussy, pressing my hand against the silky wet panties. Wet? They were soaking. I could tell her pussy was waxed or shaved like my own, and I could feel the hot bump of her engorged clit between puffy labia. I slid my finger under the elastic and rubbed the hot wet slit, my own pussy responding in kind when my effort was rewarded with a little pussy juice. I pulled my finger back out and brought it up to my mouth, sucking the tart sweetness from my fingertip. We kissed again, and arranged ourselves into innocence, ready to cede the bathroom to whomever needed it. 

"You know...my house is only down the block. Would you want...do you..."

I kissed her neck. "Yes." No doubt!

Our hosts were busy, so with a few waves and "see ya"s we were out the door pretty quick. And down the block almost as quickly, giggling like girls as we bantered and touched each other under the lemon light of the streetlamps. She wrapped her arm around me and rubbed my hip as she unlocked the door, remarking, "I have a housemate, but she's out at her boyfriend's for the night. Even if she comes back, it's cool." She kicked the door closed behind us and pulled me to her, our mouths finding each other, her hand groping my ass through my skirt. She moaned when I pulled my mouth down and nibble-kissed her cheek, her ear, her neck. I wanted to get her breasts out of that green dress so I could play with them, so I moved my hand on her back from her waist to the top of the dress, finding the zipper and tugging it down gently. As the top came undone, I pushed one of the shoulder straps with it, exposing a beautiful big round breast encased in lacy pink bra cup, like a delicious dessert displayed in a frilly pastry cup. It was so beautiful and succulent; I eased the bra strap off her shoulder and slipped her tit out, giving it a closer look. Very large and plump, round with just the smallest bit of sag, the nipple like a pebble on large pale areola. This was the one with the rose tattoo; it was better work than usual, and it only added to the prettiness of her breast, really. I lowered my head, filling my mouth with the taste of her jasmine-and-vanilla scent and all of that areola, sucking hard. I was enraptured by this simple act, thinking about how sweet her pussy was also going to taste. Still sucking, I reached up and pulled the other strap down to free the other tit. She cupped the breast in her hand, pretty, pale and wobbly, offering the nipple to me, so I transferred my oral attention, while gently pinching and toying with the other tit.

She moaned loudly as I sucked and squeezed, stroking my hair. Then she stopped me with a finger under my chin, raising my mouth to hers for another long deep kiss. Bobbie pushed my skirt up roughly, hooked a finger in the side strap of my underpants, and tugged firmly at them. 

"Let's get these off now," she said. I pulled them down and stepped out of them. She stopped me when I started to unzip my dress (I noticed totally irrelevantly that the stain was gone and the dress was dry.)

"Leave it on for now. Get on the sofa, baby." I sat; she gestured, her dress and bra still half-pulled down, sweet pale breasts begging for more attention. "No, sit up on the back. Come on -- up." I moved to sit on the back of the sofa, my back against the wall, legs apart and feet -- still in shoes -- on the seat of the sofa. She climbed onto the sofa, kneeling between my parted legs, stroking the skin and kissing my thighs with gentle pecks as she pushed my skirt up further until my bare, wet pussy was exposed, slick lips splayed open in anticipation, clit swollen. Then I felt her hot breath as she leaned in to kiss my cunt. 

At first she was gentle, nibbling my outer lips and running her tongue along the creases and folds of my inner lips and cunt opening, pushing her tongue gently into the hole, making me moan and get even wetter. I felt like I could come any second with all that gentle lapping and exploration going on. She sensed I was close, and pulled back a little. 

"Please, please keep eating my pussy," I asked, stroking her hair. She grinned up at me, her chin already slick, and licked her lips. Then she pushed my outer labia apart roughly with one hand and plunged two fingers of the other straight into my juicy cooze, eliciting a long gasp as the fingertips wriggled their way to the g-spot. She bent down and drew my engorged clit into her mouth hard, beating it with her flicking tongue as her lips sucked on the hood. She was really sucking my clit, working fast and hard to make me come, fingers pumping into and out of my hole, the stimulation of the spot inside me making my thighs shake. 

Sucked so relentlessly, my clit betrayed me before my g-spot could, and I wrapped my fingers deeper into her hair, keeping her in place as I came against her sweet hot mouth, cresting each wave of pleasure against her probing tongue. She locked her arms around my thighs and changed from sucking to licking my clit hard as I was coming; it was becoming too much sensation, but she only relented when I squirmed away from her tongue, laughing and gasping as I did. 

"Wow..." I started, when I could catch enough breath. "Oh my...that was fast. And...hard. Wow." She chuckled, her mouth pressed against the flesh of my inner thigh, sending post-orgasmic twinges and shivers through my cunt. She licked my thigh and moved her mouth back to my sopping-wet pussy, poking my clit with her tongue. I couldn't help it -- I squealed. "Easy on that!" 

Her response was to wriggle that hard little tongue-tip on my clit, making me squirm and wriggle. "God your pussy tastes so good," she murmured, then kissed it again for good measure before releasing me. She pulled away and took my hands in each of hers. She was so pretty, sitting there in the half-light, the white-blonde hair gleaming and mussed from my hands, her lips puffy from all the oral work, and slick with my juice. Her dress was still half-off, the full ripe breasts spilling out over the disheveled pink lace of her bra cups. She tugged my hands. 

"Been wanting to do that since I first saw you tonight," Bobbie said. "Now let's go downstairs where there's more room to play, O.K.?"

"Downstairs" proved to be a fully-finished basement, fitted out during the 70's but updated recently. 

"This your section of the house?" I asked. 

"Nah, my room's upstairs. Down here is the play area..." She pushed open one door and flicked on a lightswitch. "This we use as the guest room, or...the play room, for the very lucky guests." She swatted my ass as I went in. It was cute and comfy, done in a kind of funky boho thing with shades of purple, orange, and pink, lots of cushions and pillows everywhere, and a large low futon with an impossibly-cushy-looking mattress made up in white and hot pink. Two walls -- one at the head of the bed one on the side -- held large mirrors, positioned on the wall so they were level with the futon. The lightswitch controlled two pink-shaded lamps on a bedside table and a chest of drawers; the low pinkish lighting made the room even cozier and sexier. I wondered what the chest of drawers held, because I had a feeling it wasn't clothes. 

"Music?" Bobbie picked up a remote, hit a couple of buttons, and '50s-era mambo danced out of small speakers. "Maybe a little too fast. What do you think?"

I started dancing in response. I dance well, even when I'm hamming it up. She watched my hips sway and raised her eyebrows. "Sweet. I'm leaving it right there, then." She grasped my hips as I danced and moved with me, our bodies moving into a tight embrace as we danced. I swiveled my hips against her, certain I could feel the heat of her pussy through our clothing as our mouths met. Still moving to the music, I worked the zipper of her dress the rest of the way down, letting the green satin slide like water to puddle on the floor. 

Along with the pink lace bra, she was also wearing a matching pink lace waist-cincher, and tiny frill-edged pink panties. That, and the black suede pumps. Nothing else, but the sumptuous expanse of fair juicy flesh, pink lace, and golden hair -- all wrapped up in the scent of jasmine, vanilla, and aroused woman -- was positively rapturous. "Oh, yum," I thought. I might have said it out loud. 

I lifted a breast again to my mouth, sucking hard, while she slid my zipper down and worked on untying the halter straps of my dress. It too fell to the floor. 

"Let me look at you, baby," she murmured. I stood facing her. "Ohh, my, you're hot." I was really glad I'd worn the good underwear tonight -- an eyelet-lace white strapless bra and matching panties. I kicked off my flats while she unhooked my bra. 

"Beautiful. Just beautiful," she said. "You have the most perfect tits." I have to admit they're not bad at all, really; they've got a nice shape and are fairly big. I caught our reflection in one of the mirrors, while her lips enveloped one of my nipples. We looked good together: I was shorter, smaller, and more muscular, with dark hair and pale olive skin, but we were both curvy, and with the light lacy panties we still both wore, our differences made the tableau -- her blonde head barely moving as she sucked and nibbled, my hand wandering down the curve of her back to stroke her full round ass -- all the more arousing.

She traced down my belly to slide a hand over my pussy. "Oh yeah....you're wet."

"Of course," I answered in the same light tone. "You just ate me good." I did the same to her, letting my fingers explore the delicious rounded curves of her breasts, the rough texture of the lace cincher, the soft roundness of her lower belly leading me down to the silky damp panties. I gently pulled my breast from her mouth and rubbed her cunt a little harder, kneeling slightly. "My turn," I said, slipping them off over the round soft ass. The scent of her cunt -- sweet and tart, musky and floral -- filled my nose and I licked my lips in anticipation as I knelt, parting her slick shell-pink folds with my fingers to reveal the darker pink inside. I made a few exploratory teasing licks at the inner labia, eliciting a happy "Ooo!" from her. I pushed the lips apart with my tongue, savoring the juices while sliding my tongue into the tight seam of her opening. "Mmm..." she said, her hand on my head. I tonguefucked her, poking my long tongue in and out of her pussy, loving the thick juices and the way her muscles pulled at my tongue, inviting it deeper. She was thrusting her hips gently, almost in time with the music.

"My clit..." she gasped. "Lick my clit." Well, who was I to say no? Her poor button had been ignored for too long, so I flicked at it with my tongue's tip, then took it between my lips and sucked gently. I switched back to lapping at it rhythmically, using both the tip and the flat of my tongue, while she kept up the pumping of her hips. I wanted to feel her even more, so I slipped a finger into the soft slippery hole. She was so juicy her pussy made slurping sounds as I fingerbanged her. 

"Unnnh...unnh...ohh fuck, yeah..." Her fingers dug deeper into my hair as she pumped harder. "Right there, yeah...keep doing that...ohhhh...oh yeah, lick me baby...I'm gonna...ohhhhh..." She gasped as she came; I felt her pussy clamping hard around my finger with each contraction, the juices running down and coating my finger and tongue. 

She gasped and shuddered as she slowed her hips' movement and released her grasp on me. I licked all the juices from the soft skin of her pussy, cleaning her girl-come up with my tongue, sucking the stickiness from my fingers. 

"Fantastic, Lula."

"Mmm," I agreed. "You are delicious." I was going to ask what she wanted to do next, but she was already working on it, rummaging in the chest of drawers. 

"Get on the bed on all fours, would you? I want to look at you from behind." I was happy to do that, sticking my bottom out toward her teasingly.

She stopped rummaging. "All right! That's nice," She said, rubbing a hand along my ass. She used her fingers to push the cheeks apart a little; the warm wet tongue on my anus made me jump a little, but she just kissed it and moved her fingers lower to part my pussy lips and give me a rapid, hard, juicy tonguefucking. I moaned when she slipped her tongue out.

"You're very wet still, but I'm going to use a little lube anyway, OK, baby?" I heard a jingle, and turned my head slightly to see her adjusting the straps on a harness. The dildo poking out of it was maybe eight inches, not too thick, and a frosty translucent blue, encased in a condom. But it wasn't cock-shaped; it was rippled into a series of ball-like shapes down the length of it. She poured lube into her hand and rubbed it along the length of the dildo. "This is OK, hon?"




Bobbie Baby



I grinned up at her. "Ohhh, yeah."

"Scoot a little closer to the edge of the bed, please..." I did as she told me, and she laid a hand on my butt to steady herself as she eased the blue dildo into my vulva. It was cool and thick and I gasped as those round ripples probed my vagina, hitting every sweet spot inside as it entered further, becoming warmer as it met my inner flesh. 

I leaned forward a little and grabbed a pillow to prop my elbows on as Bobbie started pumping, fucking me slow and smooth. "I've got a better pillow for later, baby," she offered. "You comfortable with that for now?"

"Ohhh, mmmhmm," I gasped, because she was fucking me so perfectly it was hard to form anything like words. And really, there wasn't much discomfort that could distract me from the intense and immense pleasure I was experiencing. 

The pleasure grew just a bit when she began to lightly and quickly rub her fingertip in circles on my clit while pumping in and out of my hole. I realized how awesome the mirrors were when I caught a glimpse of us in them: from the one at the head of the futon, I could watch her intense face, beautiful in concentration, lips parted into a pleased smile as she hammered me, her big smooth breasts over the pink lace jiggling with each thrust of her hips. From the side, I could see her soft warm belly resting on my butt, her own plump ass, defined nicely by the harness straps, jiggling like her tits with each movement. Seeing the translucent blue dildo as it disappeared into me, then reappeared, the light from one of the lamps shining through it and making it seem to glow in the mirror almost distracted me...but those cunning ridges worked such merciless magic on me I wasn't distracted for long. I could feel a dizzying surge of pleasure building in me, and knew I was about to come hard. I shifted myself for more support from the pillow so I could press my hand against that point on my lower belly which would bring the dildo into maximum contact with my g-spot. Don't ask me how it works; I just know it works. 

And it did: I practically yelled when I came, shuddering with the sheer ecstasy of coming, my legs straightening out and shaking, my muscles clamping around the blue dildo as she kept humping; the relentless in and out on those convulsing pussy muscles prolonging the orgasm. I finally couldn't handle any more; each movement wrung another little come out of me, it felt like, and it was becoming too much. I shook as I managed to gasp out, "Enough! Too much..." She relented, slowing to a halt, but keeping the dildo halfway in me. I leaned back onto my haunches, chest and face dropped into the pillow, feeling limp, spent, and satisfied. 

She laughed, "Golly gee, what have we here? You didn't tell me you were a squirter!" She was grinning in the mirror. And now I could feel it: everything was soaking wet. Not, "I'm aroused, my panties are wet" wet, I mean...wet. I don't know why I hadn't warned her that yes, I often ejaculated with that much...internal stimulation. Not always, mind you, but often. And the bed under me was soaked with it. That whole corner of the bed had a puddle soaking into the sheet! A similar small puddle was darkening the area rug on the floor by the bed where it had shot out of me, and it was dripping, actually dripping, off the dildo and harness that Bobbie was still wearing. Hell, it was all over her thighs and belly, and I could feel it trickling down my own thigh. Despite knowing she wasn't offended and it was just clear watery girl-come, I was mortified by the mess, and how much there was of it. If you've ever had this happen, then you know how downright awe-inspiring the sheer volume of how much you (or your female lover) can squirt can be.

Bobbie was delighted. She knelt, her hands on my butt for support, and licked the trickling fluid from my thighs, lapping it up off my pussy with the flat of her tongue. "I am so..." lick, lick "...kind of..." lick "...jealous..." slurp "...Because I don't get the...mmm," tongue fuck "...Squirt, even with a hard..." lap, lap "...Come like that."

"I don't...always...but I should have mentioned it could...oh, fuuuck...happen. Yeah, I LOVE it when you do that!" I added, because she was tonguefucking me in earnest.

"Mmm...I know, you cream all over my mouth when I stick my tongue in your hole," she replied, before doing it some more. It wasn't long before I came again, and not long after that I made her come with my fingers, since I'd coaxed her into a position on the bed where I could play with her cunt while she worked her tongue into me.

We decided we needed to clean ourselves -- and the equipment -- up in the shower. The shower in the attached bathroom was big enough for two, or more, really, with one of those sunflower-sized shower heads. We lathered each other up, lavishing extra attention on each others' girly bits. I squatted to lick her pussy, heedless of the water getting in my mouth and eyes. She sat back on the tiled ledge to make us more comfortable and get us out of the immediate stream, her legs splayed open and her hand on my head, coming quick and hard against my mouth. With the pretty pink lace lingerie off, her body was a bit softer and plumper, and she sat half-slumped unselfconsciously, aware she was a pretty curvy woman. Beautiful, really; the plump softness only enhanced her. I thought her perfect, even if society would have found her more desirable with a flat hard belly; she was like a delicious cream-filled dessert for me to devour and savor, as I saw fit. I toyed with one of her soft breasts while licking her slit, enjoying every purr and gasp I elicited with my touch.

It was nearly midnight when we got out of the shower, but despite the long day, the party, and the intense sexplay, neither of us was tired. She showed me what she had meant by a "better pillow for this": she had a couple of those wedge things. I always was a little skeptical of those -- were they really helpful or comfortable? But the answer to both those questions was "yes." With her cute meaty bottom propped up on one of the wedges, I fucked her missionary style, her legs propped against my shoulders, using a larger cock-shaped dildo. This one was fitted out with a place for a bullet-type vibe at the base; the fucking and the vibrations brought us both to climax quite nicely. I gave her a little extra something when I pulled out, eating her sweet pussy to another juicy orgasm. 

"You really love to eat pussy, don't you?" She asked, reclining replete, like the old-fashioned pinup girl she could have been in another time. 

I pretended to think about it. "Hmmm...I have to go with yes on that one. Your pussy, especially, I think. It's like a juicy peach." I pulled the condom off the dildo and started undoing the buckles of the harness. She moved so she could lie on her side, propped up on one elbow. 

"I really like you, Lula." 

I smiled. "I like you, too, Bobbie. You're great."

"So...I'm thinking I'd like to do this some more. I mean, if you're fine with it, we can do this all tonight and even into tomorrow. We can also just hang out, if you don't want to..."

"I have nothing planned for tomorrow. And we can hang out together, or fuck." Yes, the idea of fucking Bobbie all day was very, very appealing, and so was just hanging out.

She smiled, and hissed in an Evil Overlord voice: "Eeeexcellent." Then she shifted her body a little, as if to get up. "Are you hungry at all? Do you want to raid the fridge?" 

There were sodas in the minifridge in the main basement room; neither of us had realized how thirsty we'd gotten. A foray to the kitchen upstairs yielded crackers and herbed cheese, olives, French bread and honey. And a cucumber, which she wordlessly pulled from the crisper and added to the tray, along with a sharp knife and a dull one.

I was getting ideas about some of that stuff, you know...

We fed each other crackers and cheese and olives while lying naked on the downstairs futon, and talked. I'd already told her about my relationship, and that what we were doing was totally cool. She said something about having a few play partners, but nothing serious. As I was massaging her breasts, her phone dinged. 

"It's after 1 in the fucking morning, Deel," she muttered, reaching for the phone and looking at the message.

"What?"

"My roommate. Delia. Just telling me she's with Brian for the night, but she'll be back early to change for work, since she has to go in at noon."

Her phone dinged again with a new message. She read it, and a sly look crossed her face. "Um. And she says she's been a naughty girl, and needs to be disciplined."

I removed my mouth from Bobbie's left nipple long enough to ask, "What does that mean?"

Bobbie looked hesitant for just a moment, then smiled and rubbed my shoulder. "She's got Brian...um, and she loves him to pieces, but he's...vanilla."

I nodded.

"So Delia isn't. Truth? She really likes to get dominated. He's not into it."

"That doesn't sound good for her. They're together anyway?"

"Yeah, like I said, other than that, he's wonderful for her. Sooo...every now and again...she wants me to, um..."

Ohhh. "...Domme for her?"

"Yes. Exactly. Nothing really hard or edgy. I'm not into that anyway. Just a little...discipline. Also, she's pretty straight. Pretty hetero. She's only been with me and one other girl. She likes it, but she's really heteroflexible, not bi. Anyway, mostly what gets her off is being spanked, or serving, or being tied up. She's very sub."

I might be quiet, I might be a little shy, but I'm really not a sub. My heart was sinking a bit. If this is what Bobbie really was into, and maybe she was making it sound tamer than it was...

"I'm really not very submissive," I blurted out. 

"Yeah, I know!" She leaned over and kissed me, our mouths opening, my pussy getting hot from the kiss. "You're a sweetie...but you're not a bottom. It's pretty easy to tell."

"O.K., sometimes I like a little roleplay...and don't get me wrong, I can BE submissive...but it's not my, you know, thing. Sometimes I can be dominant, too. But it's all play, for special occasions, not..."

"Not lifestyle. Yeah, me too. I don't mind a little light bondage, and I like to, you know, switch. Sounds like we like the same things that way."

I pointed at the webbing straps I'd noticed on the floor at the head of the bed earlier. "Equipment for Delia?"

She nodded. "That's right...sometimes I use them on her, sometimes she would use them with someone else. Not since she and Brian got serious, though. He's cool with me topping her, but that's because he trusts me, and he knows she and I are just playing together. Also...he likes to watch sometimes. And then he fucks her after. With me watching. I don't fuck him, though," she shook her head. "I like some boys, but he is so not my type, even if he weren't Delia's one and only." She was tracing patterns with her fingernails on my shoulder, and paused to plant light kisses along the curve of my neck. I closed my eyes. 

"With Delia, what I do is mostly for her. That doesn't mean I don't get off on it, too...but it's something I have really clear boundaries on." She toyed with my nipple, then stroked the side of my hip. I parted my thighs slightly, so her hand could slide into my hot spot. She brushed my clit lightly with her fingers and I turned my head to kiss her again.

When we broke the kiss, I smiled at her. "I have an idea. Are you too tired?"

"Baby, I'm not tired. What is it?"

"Can I look in the, uh, toy chest?"

"Of course!" She rose onto her knees, pulling me up with her, nearly upsetting the tray of food. I picked it up and put it on top of the chest while she pulled a drawer open.

Dildoes and vibes of all kinds of sizes, shapes, and colors, some of them looking impossible. A pretty glass one with knobs on it. Another harness for dildoes. A Magic Wand, with attachments. A big box of condoms, three kinds of lube. Plugs for anal play. Candles...mmm...silk scarves. More straps and restraints; a leather dog collar. You know, the kind of stuff you keep around the house just in case. Just in case of a sudden attack of perversion, that is.

I took it all in, then looked up at her. "May I?"

She waved a hand like a game-show hostess. "Please. Be my guest."

I grabbed two of the webbing-and-velcro restraints. I also grabbed a thing of lube and a couple of condoms, while I was at it. And a vibe. Then another vibe. What the heck.

She giggled. "And what do you have planned for me, young lady?"

"Why don't you lie down, and find out." I undid the wrist restraints, preparing to put them on her. "Would you be O.K. with a little of this?"

"Sure! I trust you."

As I directed her, she got in a half-reclined sitting position, propped up with pillows and the wedges. Using the anchor straps and the restraints, I got her arms pinned. 

She giggled again; she has the cutest giggle ever. "What are you about to doooo..."

I straddled her gently, rocking my hips so I could rub my clitoris against her skin. I pinched her nipples gently, cupping those lovely tits in each hand. Then I leaned forward and we kissed long and deep.

I pulled away and reached for the food tray. "We haven't finished our midnight snack." I broke the end off the loaf of French bread, opened the jar of honey, and dipped it in. "Still hungry?" I offered it to her, holding it up to her mouth to nibble. "Good?"

She swallowed, and I licked a dribble of honey from her chin. "Yummy," she agreed.

I moved off of her, and took the jar of honey. "Stretch out a little, baby." She did so, stretching her legs and offering me a smoother plane of soft belly. Ever so carefully, I tipped the honey jar, pouring a small stream onto one pale areola, the rose tattoo distorting a little under the lens of honey. Then I took it into my mouth, before the honey could drip off the side of her breast, sucking her honey-covered tit hard.

She sighed, and writhed a little. Knowing this was nice for her, I did the same with the other breast. I sucked on them both for a few minutes, then sat up.

"I think I'd like some of the bread with the honey," I announced, picking up the jar again. I poured a small pool of it into the indentation of her navel. She quivered when the thick amber liquid touched her skin, but said nothing, just smiled.

I ripped off another chunk of the bread, and dipped it carefully into the little honey pool on her belly. Then I gently -- mindful of the rough edges of the bread -- smeared the dripping bread in little concentric circles around her navel. She sighed at the sensation, squirming in the restraints. The circles got bigger until they included the waxed pink mound of her cunt, right above the cleft. Her lips parted, but she said nothing. I bit off some of the honeyed bread.

"Yum. Pain et miel a la Bobbie." I dipped the bread again into her navel, and repeated the process of tracing circles around the twin hills of her tits, dabbing each nipple with the bread.

"Can you prop up a little again, baby?" I'd left enough slack to the restraints that she was able to scootch back up into a semi-sitting position. Once she was comfortable, I offered her the bread. She chewed greedily, licking my fingers.

"Now I'm all sticky," she announced.

"Well, I'm going to have to do something about that, won't I?" I answered, moving my lips toward her belly. I licked a swath of honey-smeared skin; she gasped. I licked again, lapping in the same light circles I'd used to brush her with the honey-bread. The taste of honey, mixed with the taste of Bobbie's soft skin, was truly remarkable. I could feel my pussy getting hotter and wetter as I lapped at her skin; I felt the walls of my vagina contract as I made my way to her breast. I had skipped the lowest part where I'd dipped the honey, saving that for last. After I'd licked, nipped, and kissed her breasts, I swirled my tongue into the little pit of her navel, cleaning up the honey. Then I moved to the best part, lapping at her pubis, admiring the way the lips were flushed bright pink with arousal, and her clit was poking out. 

Bobbie was moaning and writhing a little. "Ohhh, please...?"

I chuckled against her skin, lapping at the crease where her abdomen met her leg. "Shh, I'm getting there..."

I couldn't take the tease any longer, myself. I got down between her legs, hoisting her thighs onto my shoulders, and lowered my mouth toward her cunt. I blew hot breath onto that waiting exposed clit, then bent my arm around so I could part the lips. I bent in and licked, tenderly at first, then harder, sucking her clit, lapping at it, nibbling the inner lips. I gently peeled the hood back more fully and lapped at the little bubblegum-pink button, letting my fingers slide deep into her. She started bucking against my face, not quite saying words, her face now as flushed as her pussy. Her creamy fluids oozed onto my fingers as she came. 

"My turn," I said, in as normal a voice as I could muster. I climbed up, positioning myself so I was squatting over her face, holding my pussy lips open, lowering my wet cunt onto her tongue. She ate my pussy as greedily as she had the bread. I humped her face harder than I had, not wanting to extend it but just to get off. 

"Yeah, that's it baby, eat my pussy good...yeah suck it, baby..."

I groaned when my release came, telling her to lick me clean. She needed no encouragement, really. 

I dismounted and reached over to grab the cucumber, slipping a condom onto it (you know, for sanitary reasons. I know the thing was organic, but still). I also grabbed the vibe. Then I thought about it a little more, and grabbed a second vibe. 

Positioning myself once more between her legs, I held up the cuke. "I think this might work on you."

"Oh, yes. Please!"

I took one of the little vibrators and began using it on her clit and lips. Her cunt was very wet already, naturally, but I worked first one finger, then two, into it, letting her enjoy the sensation of being filled. I slipped a third in, easily, working my hand to pleasure her. When she was really worked up, I pulled my fingers out, and gently pressed the narrower end of the cucumber against the wet opening. The first inch or so slid in so quickly I had to hold back not to penetrate her fully. Letting her get used to having the big green thing inside her, I kept the vibe on her clit. 

"You like that, baby?" I asked.

"Yesss..." she sighed. "Please...more. Fuck me with it."

"O.K., then." I pushed gently against the cucumber, seeing her sweet cunt swallowing it readily. It wasn't a huge cucumber, but definitely big-cock-sized, and thick. I had about 8 inches inside her, and moved it in and out gently, loving how her vagina stretched around it, the clit popping out further with each thrust. It was getting harder to keep using the vibrator on her clit while fucking her, so I replaced it with my tongue. My own pussy needed something, so I switched the other vibrator on and worked my clit with it. Really, it took some coordination to keep fucking her with the cucumber, while slurping on her clitoris and rubbing my own with a vibe. But well worth it. 

She was gasping in that way I already had learned meant she was getting there, and my own orgasm was coming fast, so I worked harder, licking and thrusting faster. 

"FUUUUUUUCK YEEEEEEEAH!!!" She yowled it so loud I was glad no one else was in the house; her belly muscles contracted and her pussy actually pushed the cucumber out. Seriously -- her muscles just squirted it out as she came, past me and onto a pillow we'd pushed to the side. I pulled the vibe off her, as she was shaking all over. 

As she was coming down, gasping like a fish on land, I stroked her skin idly with one hand while using the other to work the vibrator on my own needy pussy. The climax snuck up on me -- my vaginal muscles were tensing in rhythm with the vibrations, and then abruptly, they were tensing and untensing a lot, surging into a nice juicy come. I groaned and went slack, the vibe dropping from my hand. After I could see again, I picked it up and turned it off. Then I looked at her. Delightful.




Bobbie Baby



"Guess I should let you out of the restraints, huh?" I'd kind of wanted to make her come again and again with the cucumber and the toys, until she shouldn't stand it any longer, writhing in the restraints, but really...that huge orgasm was enough.

She opened those pretty brown-green eyes and smiled up at me. "Yeah...probably." 

I moved everything off the bed after unstrapping her. She stood up, and pulled me to her. We kissed and cuddled, standing, caressing each other, completely content. And in truth, now I was a little tired. When we pulled apart, our skin stuck. For a brief second, we were both confused. Then she laughed. "I'd better wash off the rest of the honey. Come on." We took a short shower together, not pausing for sex, just rubbing and kissing. Then we tumbled into bed together, drowsy and content, a tangle of soft girlflesh.

She kissed my shoulder. "I forgot to ask you..."

"Mmm...?" I felt like I was floating in bliss.

"When Delia comes home...um...in the morning. I don't know if she's going to want to...well, I can fend her off. Or...you can play with her with me. No more than you want to, and if you change your mind..."

"Hmmm...I don't know. Maybe, hon," I squeezed her hand where it rested over my breast. "Could be fun."

"Decide in the morning? It might really be better not to...if you have any doubts..."

"Mm, we'll decide in the morning." I rolled over to kiss her. "Sleep first."

As I fell asleep I was really glad I'd gone to that party.



Bobbie Jo's 'Extra' Tip



He worked at a nearby business and a daily regular at Smokey's Diner, the type of customer who was every restaurant owner's dream. He never gave anyone trouble, ordered the same menu items, was friendly with the staff, and always left generous tips. 

One waitress, Bobbie Jo, was his favorite. She was definitely his type. In a world of women who were diet-conscious and looked more like adolescent boys than "real" women, he found Bobbie Jo stunning. He guessed her dress size as a 14, maybe 16 maximum. 

Bobbie Jo's curves didn't go unnoticed, and he always made a point of sitting in her section just to look at her, always lost in lustful thoughts about things he could do to her in bed...or maybe other places.

He remained friendly with other waitresses but always made a point to flirt with Bobbie Jo. Sometimes she looked down and blushed; other times she flirted back, often bemused as to why such an attractive man bothered with her when there were far more beautiful women working at the diner and probably had a gorgeous wife or girlfriend waiting for him at the end of each day.

Of course, he always left her a large tip, sometimes worth more than his lunch bill.

He sometimes sat the front counter and chatted with Smokey on Bobbie Jo's days off. During one of their conversations, he asked the jubilant owner about her. Did she live nearby? Was she married? Did she have a boyfriend?

"She lives about fifteen minutes from here," Smokey replied. "She ain't married and far as I know, she's not seeing anyone. Why, you interested?"

His blue-green eyes knowingly sparkled. "I may be."

"Well she's on tomorrow's schedule. Make sure you stop for lunch. She'll be working her regular section near the back rest rooms."

"Thanks, Smokey." He paid the check and left the usual tip. "I'll be in same time tomorrow."

***

He finally got up the nerve to make a move on Bobbie Jo one afternoon after he'd gotten off work early. He spotted her taking a break and heading toward the restrooms. He waited a few minutes before following her, focused on making at least one favorite fantasy about her come true.

***

She had finished freshening up in the ladies' room and prepared to leave when she heard someone turn the knob and gasped when she saw the face of her best customer enter and lock the door behind them.

His eyes fell on her and every bit of passion and desire he'd ever felt for her hit him in an instant. He studied every inch of her generous, full body. Her shoulder length black hair was put up, a few stray tendrils escaping and resting on the back of her neck. 

As his eyes locked on hers, he stepped closer and continued to admire the beauty in front of him. The uniform she wore failed to conceal what he viewed as her true sensuality.

"My God, Bobbie Jo," he said softly. "Do you have any idea how sexy you are?"

"Are you blind? There are far hotter girls out front than my fat ass."

He took her in his arms and smiled. "I happen to love that ass. Why do you think I sit in your section all the time?" he whispered, lips lightly touching hers as he spoke. 

"Prove it to me."

"Oh, that's exactly why I'm in here."

He lowered his head and covered her lips with his, pulling her even closer than before and engaged her in a deep passionate kiss. Feeling the heat from her body, he felt his arousal straining through the rough fabric of his jeans.

Bobbie Jo giggled. "If you're already that hard, mister, I'd like to see how you are after a bit of teasing."

His breath became ragged as she removed his shirt and kissed her way down his torso. "Not...fair...baby..."

She giggled again and reached the zipper of his jeans, undoing them. They fell to the floor and he stepped out of them as she removed her top and bra. She then slipped her fingers inside the waistband of his briefs and yanked them to his ankles. 

He stopped her long enough to forcefully push her against the wall, pinning her with his nakedness. 

He began to trace small circles with his tongue on the delicate skin of her neck and breasts, reached around to hike up her skirt and slid down her panties, his tongue leaving a trail of wetness and sending shivers up her spine. 

It was now clear he wanted her. She reached out, grabbed his throbbing cock, and began to rub the head with her soft fingers.

A moan escaped his lips, letting her know he was more than ready for her. 

"Not yet, honey," she purred and began sliding down the wall, her back still against it, until she squatted in front of him. 

He then felt her hot breath on the head of his erection and closed his eyes. Bobbie Jo's soft tongue lightly flickered across the tip, teasing him. He felt his knees begin to buckle when she swallowed the entire length and sucked him with enthusiasm.

"I can't take much more," he groaned. "I want you so much."

She stood, opened her legs wide, and pulled him against her. "Do it. Fuck me now."

He entered her in one swift motion and they began moving together slowly at first, and then more vigorously. Each stroke became harder, rougher, more intense. The look of sheer ecstasy in Bobbie Jo's eyes and her soft moans made him thrust even faster and harder until she cried out in orgasm. 

His own climax was drawing near, but didn't want the moment with her to end so soon. He slowed his strokes for several minutes before again speeding up when the inevitable couldn't be avoided any longer.

"I'm so close, Bobbie Jo," he panted. "I can't hold off much longer."

"Don't hold back," she growled. "I want to feel you come."

"Oh, God!" he screamed as she felt the beginning of his release. "Oh fuck YES!" 

Feeling him come deep inside her sparked Bobbie Jo's final orgasm, and her body still trembled as they collapsed against each other. 

"Damn, I never thought fucking in a public bathroom could be so damn hot!" he said after catching his breath. "You're definitely sexy as I always imagined."

She quickly cleaned up and dressed while giving him a sensual grin. "I could say the same about you."

"So you've thought about doing something like this too?"

"Maybe, but assumed you had a beautiful woman waiting at home and were flirting with me just to be polite."

"Guess you assumed wrong, baby." He kissed her cheek and tucked a $20 bill into her cleavage. "You've earned yourself an extra tip today. I wrote my number on there, so don't spend it yet."

"Thanks..."

"By the way, where the hell are my manners? I've been having lunch here forever and just had the best sex of my life, yet never introduced myself. I'm Thomas."

She felt flush. "Pleasure to meet you."

"I look forward to hearing from you." He patted her ass. "I left another tip on the table. See you tomorrow, sexy, if not sooner." 

Bobbie Jo studied the bill with a phone number Thomas scratched on it after he left the rest room.

I'll definitely call him tonight after work, she thought with a wicked grin.



Bobbie Learns How



My husband's buddies have always had wonderful things to say about me. Especially after a couple of cocktails. They are always comparing their girlfriends to me in one way or another. This is all good and fine when it's just me and the boys, but some of them do it with their girlfriends sitting right there. Talk about embarrassing. I remember one particular evening when the subject of oral sex came up. 

We were all sitting around the back patio having a few beers. Now, I knew that Jason's lady friend was not into giving oral because they had both told me on separate occasions. So the comments from Jason about never getting head were to be expected. What was shocking was how he said it. 

"Why can't you be more like her?" Pointing at me, his voice slurred a bit, due to the fact that he had been drinking more than the rest of us. "This fucker gets a blow job every day!" He said this motioning towards my husband. My husband just smiled at me and held his hands up in a 'what can I say' sort of gesture. I blushed, knowing what this girl, Bobbie, must be feeling. 

"Oh shut it Jason, you should be happy that a girl like Bobbie even gives you the time of day." I said giving him a playful punch in the arm. Bobbie was adorable. Petite would describe her best. Everything was small but well proportioned. So, even though her tits and ass were tiny, so was the rest of her. It worked and worked well. She had long reddish hair and sparkling green eyes. Her mouth and nose were tiny too, but it all worked. She was like a porcelain doll. A person could dress her in beautiful clothes and place her on a shelf to look at and enjoy. On this particular day she was enjoying the warm summer air in a tight green tank top and tiny cut off shorts. She smiled at me and lit a cigarette.

"No kidding." She said to Jason with the cigarette pressed between her lips, rolling her eyes. "What's the deal with you though? You're making the rest of us look bad." She smiled at me as she said it but there was a hint of disdain in her voice.

"Hey, I do what I do because I love it. The only reason any of these guys know about is because some people can't keep their mouth shut." I glared at my husband in mock annoyance. The truth was that I loved it when he told his friends about me. There was nothing like the envious looks they gave him whenever I kissed him. My kisses are always slow and sensual, to remind him throughout the day what's waiting for him as soon as were alone. 

"Sounds to me like I'm not the only one." He couldn't help it, I suppose I set myself up for it that time. I pinched my husband's arm as I walked by on my way to get another round of beers. He laughed and slapped my ass. 

"Whatever." I called over my shoulder as I went into the house. 

Luckily, by the time I returned the subject had changed to things slightly less personal. The evening went on as it often did. Beer flowed until there was no more and the least drunken person had to run to the store for another case. Being that it was me I volunteered myself, asking Bobbie to accompany me. She agreed.

The store wasn't too far, but we still had to drive. My sun dress slid up my thigh as I sat down behind the wheel. Bobbie's eyes lingered on my suntanned thigh for a long drawn out moment, then wondered up the rest of my body, taking in my ample cleavage. "You do make us all look bad you know" Her voice was low and soft. She caught me in her sparkling green stare and smiled. 

"I'm sure Vic is exaggerating whatever he tells his buddies. You know how guys are." I lowered my voice to get as close as I could to a guys voice. "I've got the biggest dick. No, I've got the biggest dick." She laughed, I smiled. "Besides, Jason should be happy just to have you."

"Yeah." She laughed again. "But, what's the deal? You said you love giving head. Why?"

"I just do. It makes me feel sexy, I guess. I don't know." I shrugged. We pulled into the parking lot. "It helps that Vic has an awesome cock too." Bobbie looked at me quizzically. "Yeah, that makes it a whole lot of fun." I laughed again. We went in, bought more beers and some smokes. 

When we got back everyone was waiting for us on the front porch. A get together always seems to go like that, with the group migrating from one place to another. Bobbie and I stayed pretty close to each other for the rest of the evening. We'd sneak off whenever we got the chance, to avoid the group. If they were out front, we were in back. If they were in back we were inside. I was normally surrounded by my husband and his buddies so it was fun to have a girl to talk and giggle with. We joked about our guys and the rest of the group, and talked about just about everything. We were having so much fun we didn't even realize that the party had wound down around us. 

As we passed through the living room we found Jason passed out on the couch. "He's not going to give you any trouble tonight." I said laughing as we walked by. On the patio, Vic was sitting quietly on a lounge chair. The last couple of guys were getting ready to leave. "Bye fellas!" I called as the walked through the gate to the front of the house. I heard them say their goodbyes as they trundled to their cars. Vic continued to sit, paying us no mind. He looked up at the sky while he smoked a cigarette. 

Suddenly, a naughty, naughty thought crossed my mind. I grinned at Bobbie. Of all the things we had talked about throughout the night she had brought the topic back to me giving head several times. "Do you wanna see why I love it so much." I leaned in and said it quietly so as not to be overheard. Bobbie looked at me, shocked, but smiling. 

"Are you serious?" She looked from me to Vic, then back to me. 

"Yeah, It'll be fun." She didn't look the least bit taken aback. In fact, she looked down right excited. "So?"

"Yes," Her wicked grin matched my own. "Where should I sit?"

"Over there." I whispered motioning to a chair not far from where Vic sat, angled just so he wouldn't notice her, but she could still get a good show. I held my finger to my lips and winked as she sat quietly in her seat.

"Hey baby." I purred as I slinked around him. "I think the party's over." I kneeled in front of him, placing my hands on his thighs.

"Yeah." He paused and flicked his cigarette butt away. "Come here, you." He reached out and pulled me up into his lap. His strong arms wrapped around me tightly as he whispered in my ear. "You were by far the sexiest bitch here tonight." Nuzzling at my neck he started pulling at the spaghetti thin straps of my sundress. "Let me see those beautiful titties." I quickly obliged, making quick eye contact with Bobbie who sat in the darkness just to my left. Vic took both of my tits in his huge hands and sucked on one nipple then the other, kneading and squeezing all the while. The thought of Bobbie there, watching him worship my body made me quiver deep inside. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back as his velvety soft lips trailed their way up my chest and throat. His hand slipped up my dress along my inner thigh. He toyed with my pussy while I writhed on his lap, still thinking of Bobbie. 

"Ohhh, yeah. I like that."

"I know you do." His words were like honey thick and sweet, dripping with desire.

"But that's not what I want." I pushed myself up and slid between his legs on my knees, where I had started. "This is what I want." Running my hands along his thighs I found the huge bulge in his pants that I was looking for. I rubbed it through his jeans, rolling his balls in the palm of my hand. "Yes, this is exactly what I want." I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. His cock nearly jumped out of his boxers, just as fantastic as I said it was. I heard Bobbie gasp quietly. Vic didn't seem to notice. "I want to suck your cock now." I pulled his boxers down and squeezed the base, pulling my hand up to his thick throbbing tip. A small glistening drop appeared, I darted my tongue out to taste it. "Yum." I could barely see Bobbie, but it seemed to me like she licked her lips. 

I kissed his tip, then sucked it into my mouth, running my tongue around the edge of it. Then, holding my lips in a tight 'O' I pulled it in and out making a popping sound every time. I worked both hands around his cock, gently squeezing while I sucked away at his luscious tip. Letting go, I slid his pants and shorts down to his ankles.

When I kneeled in front of him again I buried my face in his balls, licking and pulling at the loose, salty skin. I held one ball in my mouth, then the other, then both, nudging at them with my tongue and running my hand up and down his thick silken shaft. 

My eyes looked in Bobbie's direction. She was leaning forward in her seat with her chin in her hands. Her eyes and smile were as wide as they could be. I smiled back as I ran my tongue along the entire length of him. "I love your cock." 

"I know you do." His voice was heavy, drunk on sex and too much beer. "Show me how much you love it." He held my face in one hand and rubbed his dick along my lips with the other. I took it into my mouth and sucked long and hard at the tip. "That's it, you know what I want." He said it softly, but I knew Bobbie was close enough to hear him. My pussy pulsed at the idea of her hearing his dirty words, watching me as I enjoyed every inch of his rock hard cock. I pushed it into my mouth as far as it would go. There were still a few inches exposed. "Do it." His voice was stern, demanding. I knew not to keep him waiting. I sucked his cock in again, pushing it past the back of my throat until my nose was pressed against him. "Unghh." It was the sound he always made when I deep throated his cock, but something about someone else hearing it made it all the sweeter. 

I looked toward Bobbie. She was rocking slightly in her seat. I could just imagine her clit swollen against those tight shorts. I'd bet she was dripping wet. I knew I was. He plunged his cock into my throat a few more times while I thought of Bobbie's sweet little pussy. I'd never seen it, but I knew it would be small, and tight. I sucked and slurped at his cock head, squeezing and jerking the rest. His hips bucked in time. I swayed my ass back and forth. My pussy juice started to run down my thighs. "Ohhh, come for me baby." I whined as I jerked harder and faster. "I want to taste your cum." I saw Bobbie rolling her hips discreetly. 

"Yes, fuckin suck my cock. Take it all baby." His words were as hard and rough as he was. I jammed my head down and felt him pulsing in the back of my throat. His whole cock throbbed as his hot jizz shot down my throat. I sucked at him hard as he pulled out, wanting every drop. "I love you baby." He said in a sweet tone while he stroked my hair away from my face and I kissed and licked his still hard dick a little more. 

"I love you too." I said as sweetly in return. Motioning for Bobbie to go back in the house, I stood up and pressed my tits in his face. Then I handed him a cigarette and lit it while Bobbie went silently in the house. 

"I'll be right back." I followed Bobbie into the kitchen. She turned to me from the window. "What'd ya think?" I smiled.

"That was fucking hot." Her cheeks were slightly flushed. "And Jason's got nothing on Vic." She shook her head and looked toward the sleeping man on the couch.

"Yeah, he's got nothing on you either." I leaned toward her as I spoke. She grabbed me by my dress and pulled me against her. I stumbled and pressed her against the counter top. She raised herself onto it and kissed my mouth hungrily. She pulled away and sighed.

"I bet your just as good at eating pussy. Aren't you?" My tits were pressed against hers as she wrapped her legs around my waist. 

"I've been told..." I kissed her again, tasting her sweet little lips. Her skin was hot against mine. I wanted more. "Would you like to see for yourself?"

"Yes, I would." I tweaked her nipples then pulled up a chair. I slid her shorts off before I sat down. Spreading her legs, I lapped around the outside of her first, feeling her squirm for more. I licked at her thighs and just above her clit. She ran her hands through my hair. Her lips her swollen and slick, she glistened as I looked her over, waiting for the right moment. She pulled her feet up onto the counter and sat there, with her pussy wide open. And there it was every succulent bit on display. I lapped at her from ass to clit, tasting her sweet juiciness. She moaned and rolled her hips for me. I held her thighs as I dipped my tongue into her tight little pussy. Then I sucked at her clit and lips, pulling and nibbling while she ground into me. I slid one finger inside her. She was tighter than I imagined. "Oh god, yes." I slid another finger in and worked her as hard as I could while I rolled my tongue over her clit. She moaned and whimpered, leaning back onto the cabinets, clutching my hair. She had her eyes closed and her head thrown back. I looked up as I felt her cunt begin to throb and saw Vic standing there in the doorway. I winked and closed my eyes drinking her lovely lady cum. I guess two (or maybe three) can play at this game.



Bobbie Learns More



I heard Bobbie's voice strain, "Oh, shit." I looked up at Bobbie, sitting, spread eagle on my counter top to Vic standing in the doorway. She looked down at me, her eyes wide. Her green tank top was pulled down to reveal her tiny pink nipples. They were standing on end. I wanted to reach out and tweak them. Vic beat me to it. 

"You know I like this shirt." It was a sultry growl as he ran one of his thick fingers beneath the strap of her top, down along the base of her sweet perky breasts. She trembled under his touch. "Did you wear this for me?" Bobbie's cheeks flushed, more than they already were. She looked at me, shocked and embarrassed to be sitting there so exposed in front of Vic. Shifting her weight, she began to slide her feet down from the counter top. I moved back to let her. "No, no, no, Bobbie. You got to watch me. Now it's my turn. I just caught the end of the show. I want the whole thing." He gently pushed her knees up, placing her feet back where they had been. I grinned at him. Bobbie smiled shyly at me, her eyelids dropping slightly. She was unsure, but not resisting. I kissed her right thigh, holding her gaze in mine. "That's right, baby." There was that growl again, so low and sexy. My pussy quickened as he placed his hand on my shoulder. My kisses trailed the length of her inner thigh, down to her ass cheek. My tongue slipped quickly into her delicious crack, then I worked my way across her left ass cheek and back up her thigh. She swelled and dripped while I ignored her desire. 

Vic's hand slid down my shoulder into my dress. He cupped my breast, holding it's weight, then pinched my nipple hard. His other hand found Bobbie's ass cheek as I worked my way up to her tits. Her ass barely filled his huge hand. He squeezed it roughly. She wriggled into it, moaning softly. 

Standing, I tasted her titties, licking, sucking, lapping at her tasty flesh. Vic, keeping his hand on her ass positioned himself behind me. He reached around for her other cheek and squeezed them both, while I found Bobbie's mouth with my own. Our kiss was slow and searching. My tongue found hers. It was incredible, soft and succulent. She sucked at my tongue as I dipped it into her mouth. Finding my bottom lip, she sucked at that too.

Vic's cock pressed into my back as I pressed into Bobbie, running my hands over her back. My tit's now exposed, pushed against hers. Vic pulled her to me. We continued tasting each other's mouths and tongues. Her pussy juice soaked through my dress, so very warm and moist. I arched into her, lacing my fingers into Vic's, working her tight little cheeks with him. 

Vic kissed my neck and shoulder. I turned away from Bobbie. "I want you to kiss her now." We both looked at Bobbie for her reaction. She smiled and pulled Vic's face to hers, holding it in both of her small hands. She ran her fingers in his close cut beard. Their passion was explosive. I had seen Vic watching Bobbie before, licking his lips like a hungry predator. I knew he wanted this. Apparently, he wasn't the only one. I slid from between them and stood back to watch. Bobbie clung to him with such extreme lust, I found myself feeling a bit jealous. But, my pussy reminded me how I really felt as it soaked my inner thigh. 

Bobbie wrapped her legs around Vic, and ran her hands through his wild hair. His arms looked gorgeous, toned and tight, as he placed his hands on either side of her, while hers explored his entire body. She ran them over his broad shoulders then down his back. Then back around to his chest, where she clawed at him through his shirt. She worked at the top buttons revealing the dark hair that spread there. She bit at his chin and kissed his chest, lost in the moment. 

I watched for a while, my pussy dripping, then stepped back into the picture. Vic pulled me to him with one of his strong arms as he claimed my mouth, nearly bruising my lips. "You are so fucking hot." He whispered into my ear, then his eyes bore into mine. He was pleading silently for me to tell him what I wanted. 

"Bobbie?" She was already watching us, looking anxious for what might come next. "Do you want to show Vic what you learned earlier?" 

Her eyes were mischievous, her nose crinkled a bit. "Yeah, I do." 

"Good." I smiled at them both, then to Vic, I said, "Pick her up would you?" He scooped her up quickly, throwing her over his shoulder, and smiled at me, the most devilish smile, I've ever seen. I slapped her ass with a loud crack. She squealed. Then, I led the way, switching my hips seductively, to our oversized bed, covered with soft downy blankets and pillows. "Put her on the bed." My body burned at the sight of my sexy husband handling that dainty little women with such cave like indifference. He dropped her on the bed, then turned to me. He crushed me to him again, with both arms and drove his tongue between my soft pouted lips. Then, suddenly, he scooped me up and tossed me onto the bed too. 

"I think you are both wearing too much to be in my bed." He pointed from her to me, then waited while we stripped what little clothes we were wearing off of each other. Pulling his shirt over his head he made himself comfortable among the soft pillows at the head of the bed. Bobbie and I sat facing each other at the opposite end, naked. "Now, show me how much you like each other again." 

We fell into each other's arms, standing on our knees. Our kisses were just as hungry as before, our hands were everywhere. She squeezed at my big tits, I held her hot little pussy, wiggling one finger in her ass crack. She moaned into my mouth, her pussy dripped again. "Ohh, I do like you." I purred as I bit at her bottom lip. 

"Alright girls. Now, show me how much you like me." He smiled and leaned back into the pillows. I looked at her, she looked at me and we crawled up the bed towards him, one on either side. We both sat on our knees at his hips. He was still wearing his jeans, but his cock strained against them. I reached out and undid his belt for the second time that night. His button and zipper came undone as quickly as before and his cock sprang out with the very same gusto. 

Bobbie made an indecipherable sound something like a moan and a whimper combined. "It's bigger than I thought." Her cheeks turned crimson as I saw her calculate her ability to take such a massive dick. 

"You'll be alright, just do what I do." I winked and bent forward, running my tongue along the length of his shaft, from top to bottom. Bobbie joined me with relish. She ran her tongue up and down, then opened her mouth wide and ran that along the same trail. I dipped my head between Vic's thighs and sucked at his balls. She found her way to the head of his swollen cock and pulled at it with her tiny mouth. I watched as she tried to come down on it. She sucked hard and pushed it into her mouth, struggling with it's size. Stroking it with one hand she sucked even harder at the tip. I continued working his balls. 

Vic's hand found both of our asses. He fondled them each, slapping them playfully. We wiggled and squirmed, giggling. "Show her how it's done, baby." He nearly cooed at me while he found my soaking pussy and toyed with it. I knew he was doing the same thing to Bobbie by the way she rolled her hips against his hand. 

She kept her hand on his dick working it while I sucked it in and out of my mouth running my tongue over his head every time I pulled it out. I dipped my tongue into the tiny slit at the tip. Then, I pulled away completely and spit on the head. And with a quickness I jammed it into my throat, feeling it throb just past the bend, coming down on it again and again, up and down, in and out. Vic had pulled Bobbie to him. He was kissing her lips, his hand still in place on her ass. He rolled my clit between his finger and thumb, while I deep throated his cock. My pussy gushed.

Bobbie cried out I pulled my head back to see what had happened. Her pert little nipple was fat between Vic's teeth. I had crawled to Vic's side, nuzzled into his ear. "Are you ready to fuck us yet?" 

"Not yet. Both of you lay down." We sprawled out beside each other, looking to Vic for further instruction as he stood at the side of the bed. "Do you want to taste some pussy now, Bobbie?" Bobbie nodded and began kissing my body, inching her way to my sopping snatch. "Wait." We looked at him. Vic pointed at me. "Lay across the bed, I want your face right here." He pointed to the place right below his throbbing cock. 

"Mmmmmm." I settled myself down, looking up at his lovely cock. It glistened and seemed to pulse with need. Meanwhile, Bobbie had found my clit. She feasted on it ravenously, pulling, sucking, licking. I rolled my hips, pressing into her mouth. Her soft tongue, surprisingly long, found it's way into my puffy slit. She slurped at the juices that ran out of me. Her smooth hands caressed my thighs. 

Vic's cock stood out above me. He held it loosely in his hand, stroking absently as he watched Bobbie lap at my pussy. "How's she doing, baby?" His other hand rubbed at my tits, pinching my nipples. First, one then, the other. "Do you like it?"

"Yes." Vic kneeled beside the bed and took one of my nipples in his mouth. He sucked at it hard, while he squeezed the other breast hard enough to make me squeal. I let my head fall back and closed my eyes. Two mouths, two tongues, and four hands worked on my body, sending thrill after thrill through out my body. 

"Open your mouth." Vic urged as he stood above me again. I felt his dick prodding at my parted lips. "Open wide." I did. Suddenly, my mouth was full of his hot, solid flesh. He fucked my face. Two of Bobbie's lovely little fingers slid into my cunt. I would have cried out, if I had been able to. Bucking my hips I was frantic with desire. Her tiny fingers teased me, made me want so much more. I wanted the cock that was shoved in my throat, shoved in my pussy. I couldn't take much more. With one last thrust into my mouth, Vic pulled out and bent over me, kissing me softly on my sensitive lips. "I want your pussy." His voice was soft, almost a whisper. "Turn around." 

Bobbie watched as I sat up and shifted on the bed. We met in the middle, standing on our knees. I kissed her, tasting my pussy on her mouth. "I want you to sit on my face while Vic fucks me." I nibbled her bottom lip and kissed her neck and shoulders, running my tongue over her little stone like nipples. I lay on my back and slid my ass to the edge of the bed. She climbed on, straddling my face. Her sweet little ass hovering just inches from my tired, but still hungry mouth. 

As I took my first taste of her succulent pussy Vic's cock thrust deep into mine. I moaned into her clit while Vic pounded me. He felt harder than he ever had before, and hit deeper inside me. I licked and sucked at Bobbie's tasty pussy, my hands massaged the globes of her ass. Her hands squeezed my tits as she ground her pussy on my face. Vic kept pounding. My pussy quaked around him, the sweet musky smell of Bobbie's ass sent me over the edge. I screamed his name into her pussy, rocking to meet his every thrust as he pounded out my excruciating orgasm. He pulled out and slapped my clit with his still hard cock. I jumped. 

"Lick her cum off of my cock now Bobbie." She scrambled to do just that leaving me laying there in a state of total elation. I watched from under heavy lids as that adorable women lapped my cum off of my husband's cock. My insides stirred. I wanted more. Vic looked from Bobbie, licking every bit of my juices from his cock, to me laying, dreamily toying with my swollen pussy lips. His eyes pierced mine. "Can I fuck her now?" He knew better than just to do it. Though he would have gotten away with anything at that moment. It was nice to know that he knew the deal. After all it was my game we were playing. I made the rules. 

"Yes, but I want her to eat my pussy while you do it." Vic gently turned her around so that her tight little ass stuck up in the air right in front of his huge piece. I spread my legs beneath her face. He pushed her face into my pussy as he entered her from his position, standing behind her. 

"Oh fuck!" They said in unison, one was guttural and animal, the other strained and desperate. The idea of her eating my pussy quickly disappeared when I noticed her shutter uncontrollably with each thrust of Vic's dick. I slid out from beneath her and kneeled beside her ass. It would have been funny watching such a large cock fucking such a small pussy if it wasn't so fucking sexy. I leaned over and licked at her puckered ass while he hammered away. When I noticed he couldn't fit it all in I started working the base of his cock with my tongue as well. Bobbie moaned, her face buried in the blankets. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She shouted, muffled. I found her clit with my finger and rubbed at it fast and hard. "Oh, Oh! I'm cumming! I'm CUMMMIINNGG!" She whimpered and screamed into the bed. Her hands clawed at the blankets and pillows as her hips bucked manically. 

Vic pulled out, jamming his cock back into my mouth. I sucked at it licking her cum off as she had done mine. Vic's balls were tight and firm at his base. I lapped at them as well. They tasted so good with his saltiness and the sweet juiciness of both of our pussies mingled there. I mouthed one then the other. Bobbie appeared at my side, sucking and nuzzling his balls with me. Vic stroked his cock. "That's right, girls." His other hand rested on the curve of my neck and shoulder. "Now suck it." I took it in my mouth and sucked then Vic pulled it out and placed it in Bobbie's mouth. He moved back and forth from one to the other, dipping it as far as it would go. Then he pulled it out and started jerking it hard and fast. "Open your mouths." His thick white cum shot out of his tip onto both of our outstretched tongues. He grunted and closed his eyes, squeezing every drop into our waiting mouths. 

We looked at each other, smiles in our eyes. Then kissed, our tongues, his cum tangled in one gloriously naughty moment. I opened my mouth to show him where it had all ended up then swallowed smiling sweetly. Bobbie licked her lips and curled up on the pillows. I lay beside her, one arm resting on her leg. Vic snuggled up behind me, kissing my ears and professing his undying love. I smiled to myself, utterly content. Already, dreaming of what might happen next. 



Bobbie Says



My first attempt at writing erotica. Please send CONSTRUCTIVE suggestions.

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It has been an interesting 60 years of living. 

First of all, I don't remember much of my first 3 years of life and the rest was rather Ho-Hum until...

I am 6'0" and at one time weighed in at 255. Now down to 161 I still see myself as at the higher number. I do not recommend open heart surgery and an ulcer as weight loss plans but that is what happened to me.

My penis does not drag on the ground as some other writers claim. If fact, limp I'm a whopping 2 1/8" long while erect I top out at 5 3/8". (Every bit helps.)

The two women I have been with over these decades, both became wives then ex-wives, never seemed to mind.

I have been on 3 blind dates in my life. The first in college. She was an art major while I majored in beer and poor grades. You do the math.

A stint in the Armed Services led me to a marriage of a gal I knew since I was 3. Three kids, a mortgage and a general mood of staleness yielded a divorce and my second blind date.

Now in my 40s, a co-worker set us up. I found out later that she had pestered Sandi for months before Sandi finally said "OK, a lunch date and no more".

A great lunch date and 3 months later I proposed. Open heart surgery with its corresponding depression ended that "date" after 18 years.

So here I am, single, bored, dateless and New Years Eve is coming up. Kari states she is having a New Years Eve party and I'm invited. 

"Thanks but no thanks, Kari. I haven't been on a date in over 2 years and the prospects of finding someone on short notice is zero."

"Not to worry, my friend", she says. "I've got it covered." "Samantha is 5'7", 122 pounds, redheaded, liberal like you and she hasn't had a date for a while either."

"Why, why no dates if she's so 'hot'?" I asked.

"Her husband died late last year and she was mourning" was the reply.

My RN training and empathy took over. I asked quietly,"What killed him?"

"A single engine plane crash that he was pilot of" was Kari's reply. "It was completely unexpected as he was an excellent pilot. In fact, he got his license the day before they married 37 years ago or so."

"So you are setting me up with a widow that has known one guy over nearly 4 decades and I am to 

compete with THAT??", I asked incredulously.

"No, asshole. You are to be the date of this fine woman for New Years Eve. ONLY!! For God's sake, don't think you have to marry her just because you kiss her at midnight!!" Kari said shaking her head.

Okay, maybe I was reading a bit (?) too much into this whole thing. After getting a few details, all I had to do was wait for the calendar to catch up.

Eight PM on New Years Eve found me stepping out of the shower and drying off. Thinking the 3 Ss were completed-shit, shower and shave, I examined myself in the mirror after cleaning it.

Not too bad for a guy that has more surgical scars than kids. The scar over my sternum red from the hot water. The scar from the gall bladder surgery showing a huge 'dimple' upon my right upper abdomen. Hernia and snipping my man tubes not showing themselves today nor any day, for that matter.

'Better get this over with and get back to my life of reading and watching porn', I thought. New slacks, new shirt and loafers donned in a few minutes and I was out the door.

The ride to Kari's house was short but I took the long way so as not to be the first one at the party. When I finally turned on Kari's block I realized I shouldn't have worried. Easily 15 cars were parked on both sides of the street. I turned onto the next block and walked back to the party. A quick knock on the door and I let myself in. Music from the 60s hit me before the door was opened an inch. "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vita" hit me like a brick! The volume on the stereo had to be at 12 at least! Thinking of dances from high school and college make me reminisce of a by-gone era. But my mind was brought back to the present quickly as Kari threw her arms around me and hugged and kissed my face.

"I wasn't sure if you meant it when you said you would be here," she gushed. Another hug stopped my answer. "I said I would be here," I answered finally. Kari looked her usual beautiful self. Shoulder length blond hair atop a face that artists have been trying to emulate for centuries, a body any woman half of her 42 years would kill or die for and a personality that lights up every room she enters.

Kari's husband, Kyle, brought over a beer saying there was harder stuff if I wanted. As a semi-pro linebacker, I never would live if he knew that I wanted his wife. 

"A beer is a good place to start," I replied.

Kari interrupted my first gulp with "There is someone I want you to meet." Pulling my arm next to her breast was all I wanted but thinking the blind date was awaiting and Mr. Linebacker out weighed my by over 100 pounds, I shuffled through the crowded living room and onto the screened in porch with Kari.

I thought Kari was about to introduce me to her twin sister. Differing only in hair color, Samantha was also about 5'7", about 120 pounds and movie star pretty. Her hair accented her green eyes and the nominal makeup highlighted her cheeks and eyes. She smiled as Kari brought me nearer and I noticed the lightest red on her lips.

"Sam, Bob, Bob, Sam" said Kari as she put our 6 hands into a warm pile of flesh. Expecting Kari to yell, "Break" or some other coach saying, I took over and kissed Sam on the cheek, saying,"Kari told me a little about you but not that you were prettier than she is." 

An elbow in my side from Kari caught me off guard but the big grins on both of these beauties faces told me I had scored at least one point.

The evening progressed well. Sam told me she had been a mid level operative in the campaigns of several candidates I had voted for. She told of how her husband had flown her or the candidates around the state or to nearby fund raisers. Stories that will not be repeated here informed me that a few politicians are not to be trusted with your wife, girlfriend, sister or any female. Others with your sons.

The time flew by when a shout from the living room announced that midnight was just 30 seconds away. "Who knew that time flies when I'm with you," I said. "I feel the same, Bob"

"Will you kiss me?" Sam asked. "I would love to have that honor, beautiful lady."

We started the kiss as the crowd was counting down from 15. We broke the most tender of kisses about 4 minutes into the new year.

"I loved that" I said.

"Me too"

"Can we do it some more?"

"There is no ask, only do" Sam said in her best Yoda voice.

Laughing and kissing leads to open lips on both kisser and kissed. This allowed my tongue to gently wash over her teeth. She responded by tonguing me back. I sucked her tongue into my mouth with a suction that surprised even me. Sam and I tongue-fucked for several minutes, exploring the taste, sound, feel and smell of each others mouths. My hands were on her waist and I silently prayed they would behave themselves. They did, damn it.

"I need a break or a cold shower," I said as the kiss ended.

"Me too."

"I'm so glad you two are hitting it off," said Kari as she walked into the porch. "I just knew you two were made for each other."

"Well we do fit together nicely," I said. This got me punched lightly by both of these women. 

"As I saw it, so far only one part fits together" Kari said with a leer.

I know I blushed and I looked in time to see Sam red also.

"I will have you know, I was a perfect gentleman," I said trying to take control of the situation.

"You were good, bordering on great but perfect remains to be seen...and felt," said Sam.

The laughter from the tree of us brought Kyle from the living room. "These two love birds were just leaving, honey." said Kari. The confusion on Kyle's face and the redness on Sam's and my face lead to another round of laughs.

"OK you are all cut off from the booze," Kyle announced.

"Well, then young lady, let me escort you home" I said as I put my arm out for Sam. She took my arm and hugged it into her breast as Kari had hours ago. I was so glad I had only had a couple of drinks for if I had had more, I would have thrown her on the table and fucked her there..

Sam explained that she and Kari had done shopping for the party earlier in the day and that Kari had driven so she was without a car. "My chariot awaits the lovely woman with the beautiful smile."

"How gracious, you are."

"I'm the nicest guy you've kissed tonight" I said with a smile.

"You are the only guy I've kissed in a long time, Bob."

I laughed.

"What's so funny?"

"I almost said 'me, too' but it has been my entire lifetime since I've kissed a guy" I laughed. "But it has been a while since I have kissed anyone as beautiful as you" I said sincerely. "If fact, I have never kissed anyone as wonderful as you"

"But Kari told me you were married before.."

"Yes, twice, but neither of them hold a candle to you. You are smart, articulate, interesting, amazing, wondrous and so very pleasing to the eye. They may have been one or two of those things but you are magnificent."

"Careful or I'll blush again."

"Truth cannot embarrass, only seek more truth."

"Who said that," Sam asked. "I just did!" 

Laughing again I turned into Sam's driveway.

The house was in a middle class neighborhood. Maybe just a notch or two above that. I said "You don't see many semi-circular drives in this area of town"

Sam laughed adding "My late husband hated to cut the grass so this left less for him to mow." "Smart man," I said.

Almost before the car was in park I jumped out to run around and open Sam's door. "My, chivalry isn't dead." "My Mom always taught me to be two things: A gentleman and a gentle man."

"I would have liked to met your mother."

"She and Dad lived the storybook life. Met at the start of World War II. Dad had overseas orders but they were lost in transit. So he set up his physician's business there in Seattle and never looked a gift horse in the mouth. Married 55 years and I remember only one argument. It was over if he was to retire at 62 or wait until 65. The argument was settled the next day when Dad's partner offered to buy him out."

We had reached the front door and were bathed in the porch light. If it were at all possible, Sam looked more than beautiful, she was radiant. 

"This night calls for a nightcap and I won't take no for an answer," Samantha said.

"But I don't wear anything to bed let alone a nightcap," I teased.

"All the better!!"

When we next looked at the clock it read 5:27 AM. "Where has the time gone?" Sam asked. "Time stands still with you nearby," I replied. Sam leaned across the couch and kissed me softly. 

"If you are not tired I know a game, two games actually, we can play that I feel you would be interested in," I said.

"I love games, what is it?"

"It's called 'BOBBIE Says'and 'BOBBIE Asks'. It first is just like Simon Says but if you slip up, instead of being out, you get a demerit. That might be to do something or the like. With 'BOBBIE Asks' you have to answer the question and use the same words I ask the question with. Like if I say, "BOBBIE Asks, do you want breakfast?" The acceptable answers are "Yes, I want breakfast" or "No, I don't want breakfast." If you answer "Oh yes, I want a feta cheese omelet with spinach and sun-dried tomatoes." You get a demerit."

"Sounds like fun. Let's do it."

"Okay, the game starts now!"

"All right, BOBBIE Says go upstairs and remove all your clothes."

"Hey, wait a minute fella!" said Sam.

"Let me finish. And put on a white blouse and a skirt. The skirt doesn't matter:Long, short, loose, tight. You decide."

"All right," Sam drawled.

"I'm gonna step outside and have a cigarette and will be up within 10 minutes. Is that long enough for you to change?"

"I'll be ready in half that time."

"One more thing, if I say something like "Do jumping jacks for 15 seconds, you are the one to determine when the time is up."

"All right, I guess," Sam said slowly.

I went back to my car and took out a toy from the glove box. I wondered if the neighbors thought the broad smile I had was the sun or what.

"BOBBIE Says hug me for 10 seconds."

Sam's hug was warm and soft and exciting and lasted too short of a time.

"BOBBIE Says kiss me for 12 seconds"

We resumed as we had on the porch of Kari's house. Sam's tongue pulled into my mouth as my tongue went into hers.

As I kissed her, my hands roamed from Sam's waist to her shoulders and I grinned to myself.

"BOBBIE Asks did you follow my instructions when we were downstairs?" "Yes, I followed your instructions when we were downstairs."

BOBBIE Asks, and what were those instructions?"

"I was to come upstairs and take off my clothes, put on a white blouse and a skirt."

I decided to shift gears. "BOBBIE Asks do you have a drawer of scarves?" "Yes, right here" And Sam bent down to open open of the dresser drawers. I saw several dozen scarves mostly in silk that were crammed into the small space.

"Did BOBBIE Ask you to open the drawer?" I asked.

"No, BOBBIE didn't ask for the drawer to be opened." I noticed a bit of hurt in her voice.

"Do you realize you have 5 demerits now?"

"Five??? Maybe one but not 5!"

"#1 You were told to take off your clothes. I said nothing about wearing a bra. I'm 100% certain you have panties on so that is #2. #3 was when I told you to remove all your clothes. #4 was when you said you followed instructions regarding the clothes and #5 was just now when you opened the drawer. Are you ready for the demerits to be given?" I asked.

A tremor in her voice was noticed as she said "Yes".

I took one of the scarves and held the ends and twirled it round and round. "BOBBIE Says give me your left hand" Samantha slowly raised her hand to me. I tied it around her wrist and let the other end hand to the floor. "BOBBIE Says hold up your left leg". Holding on to the bedpost Sam raised her leg. Again the process was repeated: twirling and letting the end drop.

"BOBBIE Says hold up your right leg". Silently, Sam did as I commanded. I spoke softly yet firmly.

"BOBBIE Says lie on the bed." Sam complied.

I folded the 4th scarf until it was about a 2" blindfold. I slipped it beneath her head and tied it firmly. 

"BOBBIE Asks how do you feel?"

"I'm scared as hell, is how I feel"

"Remember what my Mom drilled into me: Be a gentleman and a gentle man"

"I'm going to hold on to the last demerit for now.

"BOBBIE Says kiss me for 1 minute."

I leaned over the bed and smoothed her beautiful red hair out of her eyes and away from her mouth. I placed my lips at the left corner of Sam's mouth. The thoughts and feelings and desires from last night came flooding back into my mind. Sam's head turned sightly to kiss me full on the lips, her breath as sweet as ever. The touch of her tongue was probing into my lips, seeking my tongue. I relented and allowed myself to be kissed by this woman. 

How long the kiss actually lasted is beyond my estimation. But it was bliss. The probing, the sucking, the intimacy of this time together. This woman can really kiss, I thought to myself.

I shifted around a bit more to have more contact with her body.

Sam responded with moves of her own. Sam alternated between raising her chest to meet mine and raising her belly to get closer contact to what she had missed for over a year.

I finally broke the kiss marathon and sighed a sigh that had been building up in me for longer than I can remember. It was a sigh of such utter contentment that I could not think of a time I had sighed like that.

"Can I play SAMMIE Says?" snapped me back into reality.

"What do you have in mind?" I asked.

"You wanted me in just a blouse and skirt, so I want you in just 2 things also. You could leave on your socks, if that is all right."

"I also noticed you tied scarves to my feet and hand but left the ends untied to anything. What were you planning, Bob"

"You want to play this out your way or mine?" I asked.

"I am willing to let you play out your fantasy first," Sam said. Hinting at more fun to come later.

"BOBBIE Asks have you ever kissed a woman before?

And remember, Kari and I have had several talks about you over the last few weeks."

"No, I have not kissed a woman before."

"Demerit!" I said. "You kissed Kari as we left the party."

"BOBBIE Asks have you ever french kissed a woman?"

"Yes, I've french kissed a woman. In college years ago."

"BOBBIE Asks did you like it?"

"No, I loved it"

"BOBBIE Asks have you ever touched a woman's breast with at least one layer of clothing over the breast?"

"NO, I never..."

"Demerit!!" I yelled.

"You and Keri were together for several nights while Kyle was out of town. She told me how frisky you two were together."

Sam whispered, "Okay we slept together. In fact, we didn't get out of bed except to eat and pee for 3 days and nights. What do you want to do with me?"

"I want to give you something. Something you have been missing for a year now. And that is bliss." I spoke in just over a whisper. "But first I need to tell you something."

I saw the furrows in her brow as I said this. I could see she was trying for the correct way to form her question. I cut her off by saying "It began in the spring of 2005. I was walking into work and felt a tightness in my chest. It passed quickly and I thought no more of it. The next day it occurred again. And again quickly passed. But as the day at work got more and more hectic, it returned and got worse. My left arm was sore and the nausea started. Knowing this was the trifecta of a heart attack, I told my boss I was heading to the ER. Once there, they determined I was not having a heart attack but since I drank and smoked and my only exercise was pushing my luck, I had an angiogram. Surgery was scheduled for 2 days later and 4 bypasses later, I awoke in the Intensive Care unit.

"Time goes by and I recover, returning to a full work schedule. I quit smoking for 3 years, ate right, exercised some.

But then IT happened. The IT no single solitary person had mentioned." I felt the old anger starting to rise and took several deep breaths to calm myself.

"IT is the deepest, darkest, most hideous depression that can affect a man. It struck me. Hard. Often. Convincingly. And I was helpless to combat it. My wife tried to talk with me but as I told her years later, 'How could I love you when I didn't even LIKE myself'. Therapy was not my thing as I thought the therapist was sadder than I was.

"I thought about suicide many times and attempted it once. So a few days in the Ha Ha Hotel and I was released. Back to my own devices. I couldn't continue as I was, so I divorced my wife of nearly 20 years, quit my job and was left to my own.

"I left town, became a traveling nurse for a while and ended up here in this town. My daughter and her family nearby. And now a most beautiful woman about to get hundreds of demerits."

"Bob, may I say something before you go on?" Sam asked in a whisper. 

"Yes, what do you wish to say."

"I have known one man in my life. He was my everything. He was taken from me by a horrible accident and I have in my 42 years never wanted any one else but Mike, my only lover. But hearing your tale, it has opened something in me. Compassion, a hunger was stoked that I thought had burned out long ago, I don't know how to describe it. But, now I'll be selfish here, I need you. I want you. I want to experience a moment of bliss (as you called it) with you. Take off your clothes and remove mine and love me as only you can do. Please."

"Samantha, I wish I could. For this leads me into the second part of my tale.

"More than half my lifetime I've smoked, I drink occasionally but more than I really should. Those with a mild case of diabetes has left me impotent. Not 100% but I have not been able to enter into a woman in 3 or 4 years. I can only get about half to 3/4s hard."