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Old Friends

By: MWMottawa



I had recently been divorced from my first wife and had taken a small vacation to Calgary where my family still lived. Sitting around drinking beers with my dad near the end of my trip, he mentioned that he had run into Glen and Bradley, old friends of mine growing up in Manitoba as a teenager. He had gotten their number and thought that I should call them and say hello.

Glen had been one of my closest friends in Manitoba at the time and his older brother Bradley and I had played hockey together. The three of us had spent many hours together playing sports and wrestling amoung ourselves. Phoning Glen I found that they had both married and moved to Calgary for work. At the moment Glen’s wife was back in Manitoba with family but he invited me over for a few beers and would call Bradley over also for an evening of beer and catching up.

Neither of the brothers had changed all that much over the years, both had that stocky build and round open faces of their youth. A touch of gray sprinkled Bradley’s hair and the lines on their faces were a little more permanent. Over beers we caught up on each other’s lives since we had last been together.

After a few beers and catching up Bradley asked if I remembered queer wrestling. This was a game that Bradley had initiated were the loser had to admit to being queer before being released. I had often thought about that over the years as both Bradley and Glen usually sprouted hardons during the wrestling and the memory of their hard cocks pushing into me and rubbing against me was always pleasant. As I said yes I wondered if they still would get hard and how I would react now that I had discovered the pleasure of a hard cock. When Bradley asked if I thought I could bet him now I immediately challenged him, knowing that his additional 40 pounds made winning impossible.

Rolling around on the living room floor it was not long before I felt Bradley’s cock pressing into me. At that point I stopped trying to get him off me and instead concentrated on keeping in contact with his hardon. Soon I was face down on the floor with Bradley lying on top of me, his hard cock rubbing into my ass through our shorts. Rolling my ass against his cock I gave up telling him I was queer. Instead of immediately getting up he remained lying on me as I continued to slowly hump my ass against his no rock hard cock. When he finally rolled off me and stood up I got to my knees in front of him giving the bulge in his shorts a good look before getting to my feet.

Glen yelled my turn and jumped me, driving me back down to the floor. I landed on my back with Glen on top of me. His cock hardened almost immediately as he felt my hard cock up against his. I managed to push him off only to feel his big legs wrap around my head. Turning quickly I found my face a few inches from his crotch as he locked his feet to hold me. In what appeared to be a struggle to get out I managed to move my face tight into his balls and hard cock. I could feel his cock twitch along my cheek as I blew my hot breath onto his balls. Opening my mouth I moved until I had one of his balls rested though his shorts in my mouth. Pressing my open mouth against him I could feel the pressure of his legs release allowing more freedom of movement. Instead of pulling my head away I moved up, running my mouth along the shaft of his cock until my mouth was over the head of his cock. Glen tightened his legs holding me in place and brought one hand down on my head pushing me more firmly down on his cock and asked me if I wanted to submit as he started rocking his hips into my face.

Above Glens groans Bradley asked, “Oh fuck, is he sucking you?” Next thing I knew Bradley was pulling me up off Glen. Standing above his brother in front of me, his hand now on my head, he told me to show him what I was doing. Still kneeling between Glen’s legs I leaned forward and opened my mouth over the top of the bulge in his shorts. Bradley’s hips started thrusting into my face as I mouthed the head of his cock. Grinding his cock against my mouth he groaned “suck it, suck my cock.” I slid one hand up to his balls cupping them and squeezing slightly, before running it up along his cock to the snap on his shorts. Opening the snap I slide the zipper down and pulled his cock free. In my hand was a fat cut cock, about 5 ½” long and 6” around with a mushroom head leaking precum. Running my tongue up the shaft I took the head in my mouth and started licking and sucking his cock into my mouth. As Bradley started rocking his hips, thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth I reached down to grasp Glens cock through his shorts.

I began opening Glens shorts as his brother fucked my face, filling my mouth with his fat cock. As I got Glens shorts open Bradley started driving his cock into my face hard, telling me to suck his cock. His cock got fatter and harder, the vein began pulsing along my tongue and lips and his cum began blasting into my mouth. Tightening my lips around his cock and tonguing the head I began swallowing his cum as quickly as he shot into my mouth. I sucked Bradley’s cock until his balls were empty, feeling his cock soften slightly in my mouth. As his cock fell from my lips I looked down to see his brothers shorts open and pulled down exposing another fat cock, about 6” long with a much larger head. Leaning over I sucked Glens cock into my mouth and began sucking his cock into my mouth.

As I bobbed my head up and down Glens cock Bradley moved around behind me, reached under me and grabbed my cock with one hand and began opening my shorts with the other. Pulling my shorts down Bradley moved up tight against me, stroking my cock and watching closely as I sucked his brothers’ cock. As I continued to run my lips along the length of Glen’s cock I could feel Bradley’s cock harden against my ass. Thrusting my ass back against him, his brothers’ cock in my mouth, I began cumming in his hand as Glen’s cock exploded in my mouth. It seemed as if his cum was pouring from his cock, shooting though my body and out of my cock into his brothers’ hand.

As Glen’s cock now softened in my mouth, I kept grinding my ass against Bradley’s cock. Leaning forward Bradley asked, “ Do you submit queer?” My only answer was to drive my ass back even harder into him and say, “I submit, I’m queer.” Bradley then took my cum from his hand and applied it to my ass, sliding his fingers one at a time into me. Then he slowly pushed the head of his fat cock into my ass. Letting out a loud moan I moved my ass back towards him as he slide more of his cock into me until he was buried to his balls up my stretched ass. As I knelt on all fours over his brother Bradley grabbed my hips and began fucking me, slowly moving his cock out of my ass and then sinking back in. As Bradley continued to fuck me I dropped my head taking Glens soft cock back into my mouth and began sucking his cock again. I could feel his cock growing, thicker and longer as I sucked him and the burning in my ass as his brother started fucking me faster and harder. Once Glens cock was hard in my mouth he squirmed up away to watch as his brother finished fucking me. Pounding his cock deep into my ass Bradley started filling me with his sperm. As his cum moved though my ass and along his shaft the burning subsided, lubing me up again with man cream. As Bradley’s cock slipped from my ass he moved aside and Glen slide his cock into my ass with one stroke and started fucking me as his brother had. I could feel the fat head of his cock move up into me, stretching me further still. I drove my ass back into, swallowing as much of his cock as I could, squeezing my ass around his fat cock. Soon Glen was adding his sperm to his brothers up my ass.

After cleaning up and talking about what had happened both Glen and Bradley told me how very happy they were that I looked them up and hoped that we could get together again soon. Arriving home dad asked how things went. I told him that it could not have been better but he should have mentioned them at the first of my vacation.

Old Friends



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Old friends.

I'd taken Friday off to do a little Christmas shopping. It was so difficult to find something for my parents and my brother and I usually needed a lot of time to look. Even though I did spend a lot of time looking, inspiration never hit me until after visiting shop no. 117. I had found something for mom, decided to give my dad the usual bottle of Single Malt that he probably preferred instead of the usual new tie, but I was desperate for a good idea for my brother. It was then she tapped me on the shoulder. My day was about to take an interesting turn.

'Hi John. Hadn't expected to see you here.'

I recognised the voice even before I turned around. It was Tina. We'd had a six month explosive relationship some ten years ago and ended up fighting like cats and dogs for the last three months. We simply couldn't live together, but for some strange reason, we were still good friends, even though we didn't see each other very often. Maybe that was the reason. 

'Hi Tina. How's everything?'

'Fairly good, thank you. And how about you?' She asked.

'Nothing new, really. Same job, same apartment, same problem finding Christmas presents for the family. Found something for mom and dad, but I'm all out of ideas when it comes to Peter. Got an idea?'

'An electric nose hair trimmer. Just what every bachelor needs,' Tina replied with a grin, picking up a strange looking item next to me. 

'Sorry, but he's not a bachelor any more. The poor chap got married in May,' I replied.

'Well, now. Then I think you should give his wife some sexy underwear. I'm sure he will appreciate it,' Tine quickly replied. She was usually never short of an answer. 

'God Tina! You know I'm no good at buying clothes. You know sizes and all. "How big are her breasts? Oh well a good handful",' I joked.

My thoughts were suddenly drifting, thinking back at how good Tina looked in very little and how long it had been since I'd had sex.

'Considering the size of your hands, I'd say something like a B-cup. How come you grope your sisters tits?' Tina grinned.

'Alas, even though she is a real foxy little thing, I haven't had the chance. I'm just dreaming,' I said, trying to sound as innocent as possible.

'I take it you're still a happy bachelor?' Tine asked, casually.

'I am. I don't know how happy I am. Work seems to be taking all my spare time and it is seriously affecting my social life. At the current rate, I'll die as a young, wealthy bachelor,' I joked. 'And I guess you're still with Harold?'

'Actually no. He suddenly jumped out of the closet and proclaimed that he was gay and had met this gorgeous man, who turned out to be a 25 years old bodybuilder. I gather he's walking around in the kitchen dressed as a French maid,' Tina said.

'You're joking, right?' I said, even though I had a fleeing suspicion she wasn't. 

'Yeah, he's probably not dressed as a French maid. But apart from that, I'm not. Maybe I should have become suspicious, when he invited me to a drag show or when he always wanted me to do it anally. Maybe if I had let him, he would have stayed straight,' Tina said dryly.

'Did he listen to Liberacy as well?' I said and added, 'Sorry, not funny,' when I saw the tired expression on her face. 

'Arh, it's ok. I'm over it now. It's 8 month, three days, six hours and 16 minutes since I kicked him out,' she grinned. 

'Did he do it just like that or did he lurk around a little first? I mean, is there a risk that he picked up something and passed it on? You can't be too careful about that sort of thing. Aids and all, you know?' I asked. I mean, you hear so much and there was justification for worrying.

'No. I've been tested,' Tina replied.

'So, what are you doing here,' I asked, trying to switch to a less sensitive subject.

'Nothing much. I work on the other side of the street and planned to buy a few essentials on my lunch break. Which means I have to run now. Are you doing anything tonight?' Tina asked.

'Nothing whasoever,' I replied.

'How about bringing a bottle of wine over to my place? I'll make dinner and we can bore each other to death instead of doing it on our own.'

'Sounds like a great idea. Where do you live nowadays?' I inquired.

'Here's my card. Seven o'clock?'

'I'll be there. White or red? No, never mind, I'll get one of each. See you.'

Tina was already on her way out of the shop. 

I was a little unsure when I got to the address she had given me. It was an office building in an industrial neighbourhood, mostly occupied by smaller companies. It didn't look like a place anybody would live. At seven Friday night, the place looked deserted. I double checked the address on Tina's business card, but it was the address marked as "Private". 

The label on the door phone said "TT enterprises". I tried it and to my relief, I heard Tina's voice.

'Right on time, dinner is ready. Hurry up here!'

The elevator delivered me to the fifth floor and Tina greeted me at the door.

'Are you living here? And what is "TT Enterprises"?' I said as we sat down at the dinner table.

'Well, Harold owned the house and I couldn't find an apartment. Technically, I'm living with my parents and this apartment is owned by "TT Enterprises". It's a company designed to work up a debt. I sell the company to somebody in need of a tax reduction and they pass the lease for the apartment on to a new company,' Tina said and added, 'It's a little more complicated than that, but you get the picture.'

'Slightly immoral, but probably legal. Nice place though,' I said and looked around in the tastefully furnished apartment.

'A little immoral, but what does a girl do, when she needs an apartment?' Tina said, sounding very, very innocent.

'Yeah, I know. I seem to recall similar problems a long time ago,' I replied, referring to our breakup years ago, but I smiled as I said it.

'Ever wondered why it never worked out?' Tina asked.

'I have, but I've never really been able to sort it out. It all seemed so perfect, until I moved in with you. I've come to the conclusion that we weren't cut out for living together. Deep, isn't it?'

'Real deep. Must be you. I managed to live with Harold for eight years,' Tina grinned.

'I guess you're right. I would never have been able to live with a closet fairy for eight years,' I replied sharply.

'It's . . . kind of difficult to be alone, all of a sudden. Where does someone like me go to get a date? Where do you go?'

'I can't remember. I was dating a girl I'd met on my holidays some time ago, but I wasn't joking when I said that work was killing off my social life. Come to think of it, it's almost two years ago that I stopped dating her,' I said.

'Christ, it must be a little lonely. Nothing on the side, no one-nighters?' Tina asked, casually.

'No. Haven't really got the time and energy to run around all the time, trying to pick up some chick. Besides, my right hand never starts an argument and it never has a headache,' I replied.

Speaking our minds, sexually, had been one of the things that had made our relationship so good, while it lasted. The frankness had made it so much easier to have a good sex life together and sometimes it even added an extra dimension. 

'And it's always there when you need it,' Tina added. 'But my right hand and a carrot demand a lot of my imagination in making up for the real thing.' 

'You're getting the message across. You need to get laid, right?' I grinned, knowing her well enough to know that she wouldn't be offended. 'I gather you're still dancing. Can't you find a young dancer to help you out?'

Tina had wanted to be a classic ballet dancer, but as she grew up, her body grew "out of proportion", as they put it in the ballet school. Mind you, I found her proportions very appealing, but then again, I never understood the first thing about ballet, despite Tina's attempts to teach me about it. In other words, her arse and tits were too big to become a ballet dancer, but she still loved dancing and had kept it up.

'No, they're all faggots and those who aren't, are already spoken for,' she said dryly, 'and I'm no good at one night stands.'

'No, I guess not,' I replied. 

I don't think Tina's sexual needs were particularly special, but she did need a lot of time and effort to come. She was special in the way that she was the only girl I had ever met who could have more than one orgasm. I had often continued to stimulate her after she had come and if she was in the right mood, she could get several smaller orgasms, before it became too much for her. On top of that, she usually only required little preparation time, before she was ready for the next major orgasm. She was also the only girl that had been able to make me come more than once the same night. Fond memories filled my mind.

'As far as I remember, we used to be pretty good together,' Tina continued.

'That is the way I remember it too. But after all these years, who knows? Maybe we are even better now,' I said.

'We'll never know, unless we put it to the test,' Tina said, sounding really technical.

'You're right. I mean, it would be a pity not to at least try,' I said in the same tone. 'So, do you feel up to it?'

'It so happens that I'm extraordinary horny today. I grew tired of the carrot months ago and right now, I really need to get laid. How about you?' Tina asked. 

She was beginning to have difficulties, keeping up the technical appearance.

'The food tastes great, but I certainly wouldn't mind eating you instead. Actually, I think I would prefer it,' I answered. 

'Well, be my guest. Get it while it's hot,' Tina said, no longer sounding technical, just horny. 

I wiped my mouth on the serviette and got up. Tina sure looked good enough to eat. 

'We'd better clear the table,' I said, still keeping up appearances. 

'No, you can have the dessert at the conference table in the board room,' she said and opened the door to an adjacent room, equipped with a large table and comfortable looking leather chairs. 'It came with the lease and I've never known what to use it for.'

'It's the perfect place to enjoy a sweet dessert,' I said, 'and I think I'd prefer to preparing the dish myself.'

I walked up behind her and took the hem of her blouse and began to ease it up. Tina willingly raised her arms as if she was doing a pirouette. Underneath, she had a very flimsy bra, hardly capable of containing her tits. It was so tempting just to grab them, but I had planned a different strategy, which I knew would work out much better.

I gently kissed her neck and shoulders, then turned her around and kissed the exposed skin of her chest and stomach. Tina shivered in sweet anticipation. She loved a slow start. I made sure to kiss every square inch of her tits, not covered by her bra. Tina put her hand on the back of my head, trying to pull me closer, but I gently removed her hand. I was going to tease her slowly, no matter how horny she was.

When I felt I had spent enough time on her tits and stomach, I took her skirt off. Her knickers matched her bra, and, when I turned her around, I was delighted to see that they only just covered half her lovely buttocks. 

My light kisses on her buttocks made her shiver and raised goose bumps all over her body. I continue a little down her thighs before I turned her around again and kissed the front of her thighs as close to her crotch as her knickers permitted. The fragrance of her arousal was so lovely and I could feel the moist heat from her crotch on my cheeks. 

She had already kicked off her shoes and she wasn't wearing any stockings. All that remained was her bra and knickers. I stood up and admired her well conditioned body. 

'You look so incredibly sexy. Somehow, I think you planned this,' I said.

'I did have a vague idea about what might happen,' Tina admitted, 'You know, "be prepared".'

'Oh yes. If only it had been like that when I was a Boy Scout,' I replied.

Tina had taken advantage of my temporary distraction and unbuttoned my shirt. She swiftly pulled it off, before I once again remembered what I was doing. Her bra clasped in the front and even though I hated bra clasps, I manage to get it open on first try. Tina's lovely tits literary fell out of the diminutive bra. Maybe they were a little less prominent than they had been ten years ago, but they were still gorgeous. 

Her nipples were already standing out, looking like raspberries on top of a blancmange; in other words, ready to eat. I made an exception and went directly for the kill, sucking in Tina's left nipple and chewing it lightly. 

'Yessss, suck it,' Tina moaned.

Again, she put her hands on my head and pressing my face into her soft breast. I removed her hands again and let go of her nipple.

'Easy now. You'll get your chance to set the pace later,' I said. 

'Just go on then. I'm so horny and I want to be a really naughty girl tonight,' she moaned and pinched her nipples impatiently. 

'It does look very naughty when you play with your nipples, but wouldn't it be better if you let me take over?'

'Yesss pleeeease.'

I took her nipples between my fingers and squeezed them lightly, gradually increasing the pressure. Tina didn't get of on bondage or S&M or anything like that, but she loved it when I gradually squeezed her nipples harder and harder and then let go all of a sudden. Her nipples were very succulent and I think it was the feeling of the blood returning that gave her the kick.

'Squeeze them . . . harder . . . yeeees . . . more,' Tina moaned.

The trick was to increase the pressure very slowly to avoid hurting her. It took some time, before my thumb and index finger had closed in as hard as I dared. Then I released them.

'OHHHHHH,' Tina moaned loud and threw her head back. 

Her nipples became swollen and very red. I knew from experience that they also got much more sensitive. I sucked them lightly, one at a time, for a few seconds each, prompting Tina to moan loudly again. It was time to move on.

As her knickers were tugged down over her shapely buttocks, I realised that the auburn patch of pubic hair she'd had before was all gone. Her crotch was a bare as the day she was born. 

'Ah, I see you have a new habit,' I said, admiring her neatly shaved crotch. 'Spread a little and let me see how it looks.'

'I got a little carried away, while I was waiting for you to arrive. Do you like it?' Tina asked and spread her legs for me to see her lips. 

'It looks very sexy and there'll be no hair in my dessert. Wonderful!' I said and licked my lips.

She turned round and bent over with her legs a few inches apart. Even though her outer lips were swollen and puffy, they couldn't cover her inner lips in that position. They were also swollen and glistening with her juices, peaking out between the red, freshly shaven lips. 

Now that she was standing in that position, I began with her back, kissing her buttocks. She purred and wriggled her arse a little, trying to make me kiss her pussy as well, but to no avail. Turning her around, I kissed her hips and continued over the top of her pussy. Tina spread her legs a little more. I kissed my way down the inner part of her left thigh and up her right thigh. 

Finally, I was at the primary target for both of us. I let my tongue trail over her outer lips, feeling how closely she had shaved. She had done a really thorough job of it. I almost regretted she had done it before I arrived. It could have been very arousing to see or even participate in that event. 

Tina moaned impatiently as I continued to kiss and lick her outer lips lightly. I stopped and looked up at her. It was a really sexy view I had from down between her legs: Her swollen, bare lips, her heavy tits and her face, all expressing sighs of arousal. 

'Do you want to be really naughty,' I asked her.

'Yes,' she sighed.

'Lean against the table and spread your lips for me. Show me how wet you are,' I said smoothly. 

Tina gave me a horny look and stepped backwards. She leaned against the table, spreading her legs wide. With one hand, she spread the outer lips while the other parted the delicate inner lips. 

'See? See how wet I am,' she panted. 

Her fingers manipulated the inner lips, exposing her big clit. 

'Here's your dessert. Come on. Lick it, chew it,' she commanded, trying to take control.

'It really does look ripe. Does it taste as good as it looks?' I asked.

Tina licked her lips very sensually and let a finger slide down through her slit and dipped it in the well. Then she offered it to me. I licked it like I would lick a piece of asparagus, slowly sucking the juices from her finger. 

'Uhmmm, delicious,' I said.

'Then come and get it,' she said and showed an example of her very flexible body, lifting her right leg up parallel with her chest. In a strange way, this kind of performance was very sexy, not so much because it looked sexy, but because it was unusual and because she was so open, so exposed. 

I knelt in front of her and licked the outstretched skin between her pussy and tiny, crinkled rosebud. I remembered it was very sensitive when she spread herself this way. My tongue moved upwards, drilling into her vagina before I closed my lips around her engorged clit. 

'Yeeess, eat me,' Tina moaned. 

I did, for as long as she was able to stay in that acrobatic position, which was about a minute. Much to her own dismay, she had to bring her leg down. She also almost pulled me up from my kneeling position.

'My turn now. You have much too many clothes on,' she said and proceeded to unbuckle my belt. She wasn't quite as ceremonious about undressing me as I had been, undressing her. Within a few seconds, she had pulled down my trousers and briefs. Kneeling in front of me, she pulled my socks off as well. It had always been her opinion that a man with socks on, and nothing else, was absolutely unsexy. 

She stayed down there and looked up at me or rather, at my hard cock. 

'You should consider shaving your balls,' she said, thoughtful. 

'I'm not very keen on playing with a razorblade down there. It could seriously jeopardise my future as a father,' I replied.

'Ah, still using an electric shaver, right? A lot has happened since the open razor. We'll take care of that some other time,' Tina said.

She proceeded to run the tip of her tongue up the shaft. My foreskin still covered most of the head and she stopped before she reached the exposed part. Slowly, she licked the foreskin all around the head. I could feel her hot breath. She stopped and looked at it. The exposed part of the head was wet from the precum I'd already produced. Moving closer again, she began to lick around the rim of my foreskin, licking the precum off. She finished off by darting her tongue into the tiny hole from which the precum oozed. It felt almost painfully good. 




Old Friends



"God, tonight was fantastic! I felt like I owned the place!" Tammy said as she stretched in her chair.

Ana smiled, sipping her drink on the balcony, the traffic sounds a distant symphony of the city below. Tammy hadn't changed much since high school.

"I mean, that was like back in high school when we owned the place!" she enthused as if to underscore Ana's thoughts. 

"Tammy, you have to own anyplace you go to," Ana laughed.

"Damn right I do!" Tammy shot back, laughing too. 

"You strutted into that party like John Travolta bopping down the street in Saturday Night Fever."

Ana got up and did a parody of Travolta strutting across the hotel balcony wiggling her boxer clad hips to the delight of Tammy.

"Cut it out Ana, you're going to make me spill my drink," Tammy shrieked. "I did NOT look like that! I looked elegant, sophisticated and DAMN hot!"

"Oh PLEASE!" Ana replied flopping down into her chair and folding her legs in front of her. "You were working that room like a politician."

"Work it, uh huh, uh huh, work it!" Tammy sang, raising her arms and dancing in her chair.

The party in question was one of the after parties to the Native American Music Awards Ceremony. Tammy was in the industry, and being half Lakota was a regular invitee. She had asked Ana to go with her this year, they'd been friends since high school, as both had recently split from their husbands – Ana divorced and Tammy separated.

Ana knew Tammy would be glad-handing through most of the event. That was the nature of the beast at these things and besides, that was Tammy. She agreed to go anyway as it sounded like fun. It WAS a trip to LA and after the rather ugly divorce she had just been through a little time away was welcome. 

So far the trip had lived up to Ana's expectations. Sure, Tammy was being Tammy, but Ana had been friends with her for twenty five years – there were no surprise at her behavior. Truth be told; Ana found it rather amusing. Tammy demanded your attention. Expected it. If she didn't get it, she moved on to someone more worthy. Ana was used to it and, she had to admit it - if only to her self; Tammy wasn't all that much different then she.

So she had gone and was content to be Tammy's guest for the evening. Tammy made her usual splash, but Ana knew she had not gone unnoticed. Several people had asked her if she was 'in the industry'. Several men had politely (and not so politely) come on to her. She flirted with these and then, politely (or not so politely as the case demanded) moved on. She suspected at least a few of them thought she was 'with' Tammy. Power dykes were still in vogue in the music industry. This amused her even more.

She wondered what they would think if they could see them sitting here on the hotel balcony in their PJ's, sipping wine. Ana studied her friend over the rim of her glass. We're certainly not fifteen anymore she thought. Although at forty we don't look bad at all.

Tammy had probably changed the most, she was undoubtedly rounder then her teenaged self, but that just made her more womanly. Other then that she hadn't changed much. Her hair was still jet black, her skin still pretty smooth, just a couple of extra pounds. She was still 'ten pounds on the right side of sexy' as Ana's boyfriend Bobby said. The thought of him made her smile and feel warm.

"What's with the smile babes?" Tammy asked. "You are obviously thinking of a guy."

"OK, so maybe I am," Ana replied. "I get horny when I'm drunk."

Tammy cackled, "Girl you had ALL the boys in school hot for your little virgin ass. You didn't give it up then, did you?"

"No, you know I didn't. I wanted my first to be with someone who knew what he was doing. It was and it was worth the wait," Ana said with a Mona Lisa smile.

"I bet it was," Tammy said getting up to get the bottle. She topped off Ana's glass before refilling her own.

"This is all I need; more booze," Ana said, but didn't stop her from pouring.

"Yeah, for a little thing, you can sure put it away," Tammy joked. "What are you, size 1?"

"I'm a 4 and I can NOT put it away. This is the most I've had in a long time."

"Yeah, I remember us sitting around drinking your father's white lightning. You could barely finish one," Tammy said, leaning against the balcony railing.

Ana chuckled, "That's because it tasted nasty."

"Beggars can't be choosers. Remember Laura and Mary? We really ruled that town," Tammy reminisced. "First Mary moved away and it was us and Laura. Whatever happened to Laura?"

"You know very well what happened to her," Ana said, a little annoyed. "She screwed my boyfriend at that party and I never spoke to her again."

"That's right!" Tammy said, as if just remembering. "That's the party she wanted us to all make out at. We did it too."

Ana remembered. It was a lark. Kind of a joke. Them drunk, the boys not there yet, at Tammy's parents place on the lake. Laura taking charge, kissing Tammy, then Laura telling Ana to kiss her, then Laura making Ana kiss Tammy. Actually, as kisses went, it had been pretty good. They hadn't held back, feeling drunk and experimental, but it hadn't gone any further either.

"God, Laura was really into that," Ana said. "Did I ever tell you she came into my bedroom later and tried it again?"

"Oh?" Tammy asked.

"Yeah, she did."

"Well?" Tammy asked.

"Well what?"

"Cut the shit Ana, did you kiss her?" Tammy asked.

"Well, yes, but then she tried to go further and I made her stop," Ana said.

Actually, Ana's boyfriend Billy had been asleep in the bed next to her when Laura came in. They had started kissing and Laura had touched Ana's breast when Billy woke up. It was Billy's getting freaked out that had stopped things. Ana had spent the rest of the night calming him down: ironic when you consider that she walked in on Laura screwing Billy the next night.

"Actually, I knew that," Tammy said.

"Oh? I told you that one?" Ana asked.

"No, Laura came into my room after she left yours," Tammy said.

Ana was a bit surprised, but not overly. Tammy was a very sexual woman; it wasn't surprising that she had experimented. Ana was only surprised she hadn't known about it.

"I was actually very sorry it wasn't you that had come in," Tammy said softly, intensely.

Ana looked up at her, surprised at the smoky fire smoldering in Tammy's dark eyes. In spite of herself, Ana felt a jolt of desire. Not that she had thought of Tammy sexually before this moment, but the obvious desire coming from the other woman was affecting her.

"I probably should have," Ana said jokingly, trying to lower the heat a bit, "I would have been a lot better off with you then that jerk Billy."

Tammy tossed her long, dark hair, "I always regretted that you know."

She spread her arms out along the railing and leaned back. Ana was acutely aware of the closeness of the situation. Tammy's white tee shirt molded itself to the larger woman's voluptuous form, her dark nipples clearly visible as hard points under the cotton. With a start, Ana realized the other woman was wearing absolutely nothing under her tee.

"I still think about that time we did kiss," Tammy continued, not letting it go.

"C'mon Tammy, knock it off," Ana said a little nervously.

"C'mon yourself," Tammy replied huskily. "You can't tell me you're not the slightest bit interested. I know you Ana, I can tell you're thinking about it just by looking at you."

Ana cursed to herself because she WAS thinking of it. The harder she tried not to, the more she thought about it – like that joke where you have to NOT think of a pink elephant. 

While she was thinking of this, Tammy moved closer, standing in front of her, invading her space. She reached out and lightly brushed her hand across Ana's light brown hair. Her touch sent a chill up Ana's spine and she visibly shivered.

"This isn't so bad, is it Ana?" Tammy whispered, running her hand down the other woman's neck and across her shoulders.

"C'mon, Tammy," Ana protested weakly, "I don't want to do this. Stop."

"Ana, I can see your nipples sticking right through your shirt, you don't want me to stop," she gloated, running her hands down from Ana's shoulders and across her breasts. 

Her nipples were indeed rock hard and Ana let out a soft moan as Tammy's fingers crossed them, pinching slightly.

"You know you want this," Tammy crooned.

It was the assumption in Tammy's voice, the command that did it. Something in Ana crystallized and she stood up abruptly, almost bumping heads with Tammy in the process.

"Is this what you want?" Ana asked pulling her shirt over her head. 

She stood with her hands on her trim hips, small breasts outthrust, dark pink nipples rock hard.

"Or is this what you want?" she challenged, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her boxer shorts and with one quick motion pushing them down off her hips and to the patio floor.

Tammy was momentarily stunned but then smiled, drinking in the sight of her friend. Ana was much smaller then the other woman, petite with small breasts. Her belly was smooth, her pubis clean shaven. 

Tammy moved to her, reaching out but Ana grabbed her hand.

"Inside," was all she said, but led Tammy through the slider into the hotel room.

Once inside, Tammy turned quickly to Ana and kissed her mouth, sliding her hands down Ana's back to cup her ass. Ana let the kiss progress, kissing back, enjoying the taste of the other woman's mouth, the feel of Tammy's tongue against her own. Remembering 22 years ago as if it were yesterday. 

Ana broke the kiss, pushing the other woman back to arms length. Tammy opened her mouth to protest but Ana silenced her with a finger to her lips. Ana reached for the hem of Tammy's tee shirt and pulled it up. The other woman, smiling, lifted her arms letting Ana pull it off over her head.

Ana smiled as she ran her finger tips down the other woman's shoulders, sliding down Tammy's full breasts to her large dark nipples. Ana teased them for a bit, making them stand up and eliciting a gasp before sliding them down Tammy's belly to the waistline of her panties. Ana pushed them over the other woman's full hips and let them fall to the floor as her own had done only moments before.

Ana couldn't help herself, she had to check out her friend. Her gaze traveled up and down Tammy's lush figure taking in the details: full, heavy breasts with large dark nipples, a rounded but smooth belly and a thick, lush patch of jet black pubic hair at the junction of her thighs. Tammy had gained a few pounds in 22 years, but she was still attractive, desirable and a dammed sexy forty year old.

"Like what you see?" Tammy asked.

Ana smiled again but said nothing. She pushed the other woman backwards and onto the bed, crawling up onto her, straddling her supine form. Tammy reached up to capture Ana's breasts, but she intercepted her hands and pinned them to the bed.

"No. No touch," Ana said, bending to kiss Tammy's neck.

Tammy tried to pull her hands free but the smaller woman was surprisingly strong. She stopped struggling as Ana's kisses began to trail a line from Tammy's neck and across her chest. Ana slid her tongue down the other woman's breast to her nipple, making a circle around the soft skin of her areola. She captured the nipple in her mouth and sucked, feeling it elongate in her mouth. Ana worked the nipple, sucking and nibbling the way she like her own done. Tammy seemed to appreciate it, sighing and pressing her hips into the other woman.

"Don't touch," Ana admonished, letting go the other woman's hands.

Tammy obeyed, leaving her hands on the bed over her head. Ana skittered her hand across Tammy's torso, down her belly to the thick tangle of hair at her mound. Tammy parted her legs and Ana's hand delved deeper, finding soaking wetness at her juncture. 

The evidence of Tammy's excitement turned Ana on. She felt her own lips swell. The fact of the other woman's excitement was more of a turn on then anything they were actually doing. She opened Tammy with her fingers and began to stroke her clit.

Tammy gasped and Ana felt the other woman's pussy throb as she came. At first Ana was surprised by the abruptness, the speed of it but then felt a wave of lust wash over her, drunk with the power she had over Tammy's body.

"Oh, Ana, let me touch you, please I want to touch you," Tammy moaned.

"No," Ana whispered with a smile, changing the tempo, slowing her stroking, letting Tammy come through her orgasm. When she felt the timing right, Ana slipped a finger into the other woman, stroking Tammy's clit with her thumb.

"Oh God Ana, Oh that feels so good. Oh God let me do that to you," she begged.

"No, not yet," Ana whispered, slipping a second finger into Tammy and fucking her with long, slow strokes.

Tammy pushed back against Ana's fingers as she stroked into her. Ana picked up the pace and Tammy began moaning, "Oh, oh, oh," in time to Ana's rhythm. 

Ana bit down on Tammy's nipple as she worked a third finger into the other woman and Tammy convulsed, he pussy squeezing tight to Ana's hand.

"Unnnnnnnnnnnnnn," she screamed, head thrown back as she came. "Uhhhhhhh!"

"Oh Ana, please, let me taste you, please!" Tammy begged.

Ana withdrew her fingers from the other woman's sopping pussy, putting them in Tammy's mouth. She greedily licked her own juices off Ana's fingers as Ana slid her body up the other woman's; brushing her pussy up Tammy's body, leaving a trail of wetness behind.

Ana straddled Tammy's face. "You want this?" she asked, her pussy inches away from Tammy.

"God yes, I've wanted it for 22 years," Tammy panted.

Ana slowly lowered herself onto the other woman. As soon as Tammy could reach, she began licking Ana's shaved lips, thrusting her tongue deeper as Ana got lower.

Ana closed her eyes and rocked back and forth on Tammy's face as the other woman's tongue traveled the length of her sex, from clit to asshole and back, exploring her folds. Tammy reached up to caress Ana's nipples.

"Harder, squeeze them harder," Ana ordered.

Tammy pinched them and Ana gasped then sighed, reaching behind her to find Tammy, stroking her.

Tammy licked, sucked and probed. Ana felt herself stiffen, her pleasure build, then explode.

"Uh, oh I'm cumming, oh!" Ana gasped, grinding her sex into Tammy's face. 

Ana milked every ounce of sensation from Tammy's tongue and lips, floating on the crest of her climax until the pleasure started to fade.

Tammy pulled Ana down to her, the smaller woman snuggling against her.

"That was amazing," Ana whispered.

"We've got twenty two years to make up for," Tammy smiled.



Old Friends



Xan and Carl were old friends. Back 10 years ago, they saw each other almost everyday, on campus. But life has its way of moving things along. Both are today happily married - to someone else. But there was a time, it might have been, could have been; but the time is long gone.

Carl looked at Xan as they say across the table at the cafe, "You still look good." Which was true. After all these years.

"Don't say it just to please me," Xan answered. But they both knew, she liked the compliment. She always did.

"So, when are we going to bed?" Carl asked. This same question that has been asked since they left school. Always in jest. Sometimes in hope.

"Awww... you have a beautiful wife already! Besides, this sex thing is way over-rated!"

"That is the point! Give me a chance to show you it is NOT!" Carl countered.

Always in jest. Usually hopeless. Yet, Carl persisted each time, hoping, waiting. But then, he was disappointed. This time, as before, it ended with nothing. Yet, he hoped.

Several months later, there they were again, at the cafe, drinking coffee and chatting. Xan still looked great. But something seem to be different. Carl felt it, but he could not quite identify it.

"So, when are we going to bed?" Carl asked.

"Awww... you have a beautiful wife already! Besides, this sex thing is way over-rated!"

"That is the point! Give me a chance to show you it is NOT!" Carl countered.

She looked at him. "It is over-rated. I know. I am no virgin, you know."

But somehow, Carl realised that there was more to this. He knew Van, Xan's husband, he was no stud, but was he a dud?

"But you know, it is different. With different people. Sex is an experience. Its not just about love. Sometimes, you need something more."

"Yeah? Like what!?" Xan was a little incredulous.

"Like skill, like knowledge, like hot, burning passion. Like the need to give you the greatest pleasure you ever had. Like what I feel for you."

Xan looked taken aback. She never really thought of it this way. Sure, she had a crush on Carl. But that was YEARS ago. Its gone, dead. Yes, she still found him attractive, but passion? Need?

Carl plucked up his courage and took her hand. Very softly, he continued, "Give me a chance. You know you like me, I like you. We are both adults, we do not want to jeopardise what we already have. Yet, is there something more?" He paused to gauge her reaction.

"Can't we share some passion? Is it so hard to imagine that we can achieve levels of orgasms that you have only dreamed of?"

There was silence. But Carl could see the flush on her cheeks. It could have been embarassment, but her quickened, shallow breaths told him that it was more than that.

Slowly, he stood and offered his hand. She tooked it and followed him. A little dazed, bemused. Why would she follow him? They hardly spoke a word. He guided her across the street, to a nice hotel. Quickly, he got a room. At this point, Xan realised what she was about to do.

"Xan, let us give it this one shot. Let's go up to the room. If at anytime you want to stop, we will. But let us not regret this moment passing us by, never knowing."

The two friends, years of friendship, tottering on the brink of a volcanoe that might be the end of them both. In the room, they were finally alone. 

"What do we do now?" Xan asked.

"Nothing. We do not need to do anything." Carl smiled. "Let us just enjoy each other's company."

They sat on the bed and talked. Nothing unusual, yet, the setting was so different from what they were used to. Each could sense the under-currents. Carl finally leaned forward and kissed her lightly on her lips. He heard her gasp as he pulled back. Moving closer, he whispered "Was it bad? Can I make it worse?"

She smiled. He kissed her again, lingering a little longer. Now, he started to plant small kisses on her lips, willing her to respond. His lips sealed hers, as he sought to deepend the kiss. She kissed him back, causing his aching cock to leap in anticipation. Gently, he traced his tongue around her lips, kissing and softly sucking on those luscious lips.

Finally, the penetration. As his tongue pushed inwards, she relented and opend her mouth to welcome him. It seemed to open a flood-gate for her, as her arms clamped tightly around his neck. She was the aggressor now, her tongue demanding, stroking his and exploring the insides of his mouth. Carl moved his hands up to stroke her breasts. He could feel the warm, softness, just begging to be caressed. As the kiss went on, his fingers moved to undo her buttons.

She gasped and broke the kiss. Carl did not stop as his nimble fingers inexorably moved from one button to the next. As he reach the last button, he stopped and looked at her. Without speaking, he again capture her mouth in a hot, wet kiss. As his tongue entered her mouth, he undid the last button, exposing her beautiful breasts in a nice lacy bra. The bra had to go. Carl unclipped it and slid it off her shoulders. She was a little shy. But he lifted her hands away, gently, and kissed her again.

She shivered as she felt breasts naked against him. Carl quickly removed his own shirt, all the while kissing and caressing her. Never letting her body be left without his touch. As he finally crushed her breasts to his chest, he knew that this was worth the wait.

He pushed her down onto the bed, lying beside her, kissing her face, her neck, and his hands caressing her breasts. Her erect nipples were aching from need. He trailed kisses down her neck, slowly savouring her smell and the softness of her skin. He licked a fiery trail down the slopes of her breasts. 

Meanwhile, his hands were busy exploring her thighs. Slowly, he stroked her thighs as he inched his way up her skirt. Just as his mouth enclosed a nipple, she arched her back up, her hands pressing his face tightly to her; and his hands reached her hot sex.

He felt her pussy lips through the thin cloth of the panty. His fingers slowly traced them. She started to moan a little louder now. Then, his fingers slipped under the elastic and stroked her wet lips below. He kissed her again, his tongue penetrating her mouth, as his finger pushed into her wet sex. She was moaning now, clutching at him helplessly as she felt her passions rising.

As he sucked her breasts, his hands were busy removing his own clothes. Before she realised, Carl was lying naked next to her, his fingers buried in her pussy, his mouth on her breasts. He kissed his way down, lifting up the skirt, he covered her pussy with his mouth and sucked at it through the cloth of her panties.

"You will get them all wet!" she gasped. 

Too late, they were already wet. But Carl removed them, always the gentleman. And his tongue finally tasted her. He took her hands and guided them towards his aching cock. As he sucked and licked her, she caressed him. He undid her skirt and eased it off her, finally seeing her fully naked. But he did not waste too much time admiring. He preferred to taste her. As he dived back between her legs, he moved to straddle her head, encouraging her to take him in her mouth too. She did.

10 years of longing, the hunger was great. They each feasted on the other's body. Not wanting to stop, yet needing more.

Carl turned around, and kissed her again. He positioned himself between her thighs. He stopped and looked at her. No words. But he could see. Her eyes. Her slightly parted mouth. Slowly, he pushed his cock into her cunt. The heat shocked him. She trembled as she felt the head of his penis enter her. He filled her well. She knew then that this would be an orgasm to die for. As he slid his entire length into her body, he pushed his tongue deep into her mouth, completely joined, as close to being one as possible. They stayed that way for a while, savouring the pulsing, erotic pleasure that seemed to emanate from their joined sex.

Then he moved. He started to pump in and out of her. Xan was moaning again. She egged him on. She gasped. She begged him to move faster, harder. Then she grabbed his butt and pulled him against her. Hard. Each thrust bringing out a gasp. She was moaning, almost screaming.

"I'm cumming!" she cried.

"Go! Cum! I want to see you feel it!" Carl pumped faster, and more furiously, the woman trashing around beneath him spurred him to superhuman feats. He held on. He will NOT cum. Yet. He moved hard against her as he felt her orgasm. Wave after wave racking her body, he could feel the liquid flowing out from her, soaking his balls, soaking the sheets, and still, he continued to ram into her.

She was keening in esctasy, and he knew that he could not hold back, his cock demanded release as it plunged into her hot sex. He took her ankles and lifter her legs high. He draped them around his neck and plunged in, deeper. His cock was bursting, he needed this. He was coming! It was glorious. 

As he collasped on top of her, he realised that he was still hard. But he had no more energy to do anything about it. He kissed her.

"So, sex is under-rated huh?"

Xan looked at him, and he felt her squeeze his cock with her inner muscles. He was ready to fuck her again. She knew it. She smiled.

"Let's rate it again," she said.



Old Friends



Melanie touched his hand, jumping back when he started awake and looked up at her with wide, bloodshot eyes. It was late, almost 2 am. It was almost time to close, and the diner had been dead empty, save for the sleeping patron, for nearly an hour. She blinked in surprise at the intensity in his gaze.

"I...I'm sorry." The man frowned, and raked his hand back through his sandy blonde curls, which just fell back impishly into blindingly green eyes. "What time is it?" He tapped his watch, but belatedly remembered that it had been dead for a couple days. Habit kept it around his wrist, and a poor memory kept him from making the trip to the store to retain the batteries necessary to get it going again. 

Melanie looked up at the clock on the wall, and smiled softly. "It's 1:50, sir, in the morning. I hate to bother you, as you seemed to be so peaceful, but we do close at two, and I'll need to bus this table..." She tugged on the short hem of her skirt and gave him a tiny, dimpled grin. Her thick brown hair was stalk straight, and lay most of the way down her back. She considered herself mousey - but there wasn't much mousey about big chocolate doe eyes and full, pretty lips. She didn't wear much makeup, and didn't need it. She simply smiled at the man, waiting for him to get up, to move, to do anything other than continue staring at her.

"Mel'nie." He mumbled sleepily, eyeing her name tag. "Mel'nie Tanner?" She froze in spot. How did he know her last name? Well, it had been her name, before....well. She stiffened and frowned, nodding her head. He smirked. "Long time no see, Mel." Melanie eyed the stranger - or, apparently, a man who was less a stranger than she'd once imagined - and then laughed softly, cocking her hip to the side and tapping her fingers on the jutted bone. 

"Well I'll be. What're you doin' around here again, Austin?" She dropped her smirk and smiled softly. It was no wonder she hadn't been able to recognize him, his hair had been darker, and short. She was certain those muscles were relatively new, as well. She blushed, realizing that she was leering at him a bit. She leaned down and gave him a quick squeeze. Austin Peck had graduated with her, but that'd been at least ten years ago. She self consciously wrapped her arms around her stomach; he wasn't the only one who'd put on a little weight...Sadly, the only person who could look at dainty little Melanie Tanner Cole and call her fat, was herself.

Austin smiled and gave her a hug. "Sorry if I caught you off guard. God damned if you don't look a day over eighteen." He grinned, and she blushed softly. "Sorry, didn't mean to embarrass you. Let me buy you a drink?" 

Melanie shook her head, quickly. "Nah. My shift ends when we're done here, if you want to hang around, we can head to my place and I'll get you a real drink." She winked at him and took his coffee cup, sauntering a bit into the kitchen. Finally out of eyeshot, Melanie leaned back against the wall, nearly panting. Zelda, the big black woman who owned the diner that was her namesack, laughed loudly.

"Who IS that handsome devil, Melly?" Zelda grinned. "By the Lord, that boy is beautiful!" Zelda peeked out through the glass window in the door, smacking her lips together, causing Melanie to fall into a peal of girlish giggles.

"Austin Peck. We went to high school together. He dated a friend of mine, they left about six months after we graduated. Honestly, I never thought I'd be running into him again!" Melanie smiled and bit her bottom lip nervously. "He didn't look like -that- back then, though...he was a late bloomer, glasses and freckles, and he was all limbs." She peeked out, herself. "Not anymore, hmmm?" She grinned at Zelda, who snapped her favorite waitress with a bar towel. 

"Get on out of here, honey, we'll finish up without ya'." Zelda winked and shoved the protesting Melanie out the revolving door. Melanie straightened up, shook out her hair, and tossed her apron on the bar. She smiled softly at Austin. "Ready?"

"As I'll ever be." He got to his feet, standing a broad 6'3", he was now filled into his lanky frame. Honestly, it got the poor waitress woozy in the knees. She bit her lips nervously and smiled at him, unlocking the door to let them out, then locking it behind her. They walked the scant two blocks to her house, the one good thing Dan had left her with. She let him in, fed the cat, and ran to her room to change. Coming back downstairs in a tank top and lounge pants, she yelled from the kitchen. "Austin? What can I get you?"

Melanie blinked in startled surprise as he peeked his head around the corner. "Rum and Coke, if ya got it." She had, and quickly fixed herself the same. She walked back into the living room with him, settling herself back onto the couch. He followed suit, and she gave him a warm smile, even the first sips of the alcohol loosening her up. 

"Dan Cole, eh?" Austin had obviously seen the pictures of her late husband and their daughter, Sabrina, laying around and hung on the wall. Melanie looked down, her eyes filling with tears. Wincing, Austin reached across the couch to tilt her face up towards his. "Melanie? What's wrong? Did you and he split?" Melanie shook her head, and took a long, deep breath. 

"No, Dan..." She bit her lip. "Things were wonderful between he and I." She smiled softly at him. "We were married about a year after graduation, had a beautiful baby girl less than a year after that. Sabrina was seven when..." Melanie set the drink down, and took another steadying breath. She could do this without crying. "Dan started drinking when Sabrina was two, and diagnosed with juvenile heart disease. She had a heart transplant when she was five, and was doing very, very well. But the drinking stayed with Dan. He had a hard time dealing with everything. He lost his job, most of his friends..." Melanie reached for her drink, took a sip, and continued.

"A couple of months after Sabby turned seven, she went in for a routine check up, making sure everything was doing all right, just normal stuff. Dan offered to take her, I greatfully accepted his offer. I had to work, and run errands, and hold things together. I was ripping at the seams, so I was relieved when he offered to drive. He'd been drinking. It was raining. I was told neither of them ever felt a thing." Melanie looked down at her hands, then back up at Austin, who was wearing a pained look. She smiled. 

"I lost my angels that day. I don't blame Dan. I don't blame the drinking. I blame fate." She chuckled softly and drained her drink. Austin moved closer to her, set the glass down for her, and took both of her hands in his.

"Oh, Mel." He sighed, softly. "So, it's been...a year and a half, or so?" She nodded. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead. "You poor thing." She gave him a tiny smile, and he went on. "I married Lindy Michaels. You remember, blonde, kind of chubby in the way that drives the boys wild?" He smirked. "Anyways. It lasted about a year, she left, I was glad, and I managed to somehow wander back into this little one horse town. My car broke down." He made a face.

"Oh..." Melanie shifted. "You could always stay here...I don't have a guest room, and Sabrina's room still has kiddie furniture, but I can make up the pull out for you, if you want...until your car's fixed?" She looked up; his green eyes were sinking into hers and to her horror she felt a bubbly little moan spill from her slightly parted lips. 

"I'd rather stay with you." He whispered quietly, a smile tugging the corners of his lips. "You're still as beautiful as you were then." She shook her head, but he placed his fingers against her lips. "The whole time you were with Dan, I was crazy over you, angry, jealous." She blushed furiously. "I don't think there was a boy in school who didn't sleep with a pillow over his cock for fear of dreaming of you."

At this, Melanie flushed a bright red and opened her mouth to protest. He chuckled and kissed away the words before they ever began, his teeth finding her bottom lip and playfully nibbling at it. She mewled her appreciation, slightly timid hands sliding up his well muscled biceps. She shivered, and he broke the kiss to smile at her. "Tell me, Mel, if I do anything you don't like." He whispered, then leaned in to nibble at her earlobe. Melanie's eyes closed and she moaned in reply. A year and a half, and nothing, and now...When she was sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, she'd never have even looked at him twice. But now...now he was a comfortable figure from her past, and sexy as sin, and he wanted -her-. She was powerless to resist.

Austin grinned; it was powerful to have the girl of your dreams melting in your arms. He kissed his thoroughly, his mouth making love to hers amidst moans of happiness and pleasure. She sure was a vocal little thing. He kissed the corners of her lips, the hollow of her throat, the nape of her neck. She moaned softly at his soft lips and lightly whiskered skin sliding across her pale skin. When his fingers moved to slide the tank top off, she whimpered, but it was not a sound of protest. Austin pulled the offending article of clothing from Melanie's thin frame, and sat back, allowing his eyes to feast on the ample swell of her breasts, their small, dusky pink nipples aroused and swollen, eager for his attention. Austin's head gladly lowered to her chest, taking one nipple into his hot, wet mouth. She could feel his teeth and tongue as they lavished love and affection on her sensitive, needy flesh. She groaned, her fingers sliding up his powerful shoulders to fist in his thick, curly hair.

Austin broke his mouth's hold on her, reluctantly, and pulled his black t-shirt off. Melanie's eyes bugged as she marveled over the thick chiseled musculature of his powerful chest. She laid her palms flat against his abdomen, purring with the feeling as she traced the contoured lines with her fingertips. Austin groaned, quietly. Melanie could feel his erection growing, pushed into her leg. He sat back, pulling her unceremoniously into his lap, making him laugh. She grinned cutely, and kissed him, her first real advance. Austin shivered and groaned, and Melanie playfully squimed in his lap, her behind rolling over his hard cock. She moaned.

Austin let out a long, heavy sigh. "You...." He shivered and his hips arched up. He could feel Melanie's hot sex eminating through the thin fabric of her pants. If he hadn't already been as hard as a rock, he'd have been, then. He bit at her neck, and Melanie's back arched. She dug her fingernails into the naked skin of his shoulders, leaving red crescent marks in the tanned, weathered flesh. Austin gasped and bit hard on his bottom lip, the pain only feeding into his pleasure in his aroused state. Melanie rose to her knees, straddling his lap, and squirmed out of the comfortable pajama pants, much more comfortable once they were on the floor, with her shirt. Her skimpy little thong wasn't hiding anything from his view, and for the first time since he'd first kissed her, she had the decency to blush. He smiled gently, and kissed her lips.

"You're so beautiful." Austin's words were simple, but they had a hypnotic effect on Melanie. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, and kissed him warmly, passionately. Her tongue played at his lips, then broke their barrier to dance against his own. She drank from his lips as if they were a chalice holding the finest wine. She moaned and rocked her hips down against his erection. Austin's head pulled back from hers, a thick, husky groan radiating from deep in his throat. He pushed her back, and Melanie gave a cocky laugh as he scrambled to free himself from the jeans holding his hopeless erection prisoner. Shoving them over his hips, his boxer-briefs followed suit, and Melanie's eyes widened once again. His throbbing cock was at least eight and a half inches long, and thick, very thick. She shivered with the thought of that glorious dick inside of her wet, waiting sex. She reached forward and wrapped her fingers around it, mumbling soft glorifications, babbling incoherently.

Austin hissed as her warm handles fondled his erection, pulling her closer. He stroked her hair as her head lowered, and she bestowed kisses to the head of his cock. He moaned softly, and then his moan faded into a needy growl as her wet lips caught him in their embrace, a greedy suckling that left him breathless. He could hear the wet slurping sounds, even as he felt the exquisite pleasure. He could feel his full, heavy balls tighten, and gasped a warning to her. He was never this quick to shoot; a culmination of his fantasies and wet entrapment of her lips were too much for him. He grunted, gasped, and shot hot, sticky streams of cum into her throat, shivering and moaning her name as she milked him with her lips and tongue. Trying her damndest, Melanie couldn't swallow everything he had to give her. A thin stream of the thick fluid ran from the corner of her mouth, and her tongue bathed him, even as she lapped it up. She squeezed his still erect cock and laughed huskily.

Austin, wasting no time, pushed her back gently. He was too impatient, too needy; Melanie didn't mind, she wanted that impressive member inside her so badly she was writhing. She arched her hips, and his rough hands grabbed them roughly, pulling her by her waist to impale his cock, as he towered above her. Melanie's cat-like moans were enough to fuel his fire. He thrust painfully into her, and she gasped. He soon evened his pace, though it was fierce. Melanie was groaning like a whore, her entire body betraying her mind as she gasped, the walls of her sex tightening around him. Austin's pace slowed, and then with one final thrust deep inside of her, Melanie felt his hot seed spray inside of her, warming her belly and womb. She gasped, set off into another climax. She simply held tightly to him, whimpering his name, over and over. Austin was beyond words, clinging to Melanie possessively.

Mel awoke several hours later, groaning as the shrill ring of the telephone blasted her in the ear. She fumbled around for the receiver, grunting when she felt a hard body laying beside her on her couch. Hmmm. That explained the cramped conditions. She grinned to herself, sleepily answering the phone. It was Zelda, who lovingly encouraged her to take the day off. A slow smile spread across Melanie's face as she cradled the phone and happily awoke her sleeping partner with a few well-placed kisses...



Old Friends



Bobby and Helen were neighbors throughout all their years growing up. They were best friends, did everything together. Bobby wasn't popular and was teased a lot growing up. He wore glasses and seemed a little nerdy. Helen seen the other side of Bobby that people didn't give a chance to know. There was times Helen would even tease Bobby just to look good to other people but he always forgave her. He thought a lot of her and wished in his heart that someday she would be his girlfriend. 

As they became teenagers Bobby grew out of the awkward boyish figure into a more masculine but still somewhat nerdy guy. He still wore his black ugly glasses and dressed weird but Helen just knew under those clothes had to be something good. Helen would try her hardest to get him to dress a different way and to wear his hair a certain way but he was stubborn.

She grew into a beautiful girl. She knew Bobby could be just as handsome if he would just change his style some. They graduated high school and both went on their ways but still called each other. They both moved out of state to go to college. They kept in touch at least once a week. 

A couple years went by and Helen called Bobby to let him know she was going home to visit and asked if he could make it there also. She wanted to see him so bad. He told her he would make the time to be there. He didn't want to miss the chance. Bobby had only had one girlfriend while away, she was a wild one and broke him in good. 

The day Helen and Bobby met up she was amazed how he transformed from when she seen him last. His hair was completely different, he got contacts and his clothes were very stylish. He even seemed to have a whole new attitude about himself. Going away did him wonders. 

They hung out just about everyday. Bobby was staying in a hotel and told her to come over and they would have some alone time to catch up on time. That sent her mind wondering if he had more on his mind. She knew she would love to fuck him but wasn't sure how he felt about it. 

Helen went to his room that night. She knocked on his door. It took him a while to answer but when he did to her surprise he was dripping wet and in a towel. 

He went into the bathroom to change leaving the door open a crack so they could still talk. She had moved to a chair just where she could see his reflection in the mirror across from the bathroom, She thought back at the day when she kissed him and noticed the bulge in his pants but she never thought it was that big. She could was shocked by the bulge that was sticking out from under the towel. 

She couldn't take her eyes off of him. His towel then came off and dropped to the floor. She gasped hoping he didn't hear her. Bobby turned to pick up his shirt when he caught Helen in the mirror. She was staring at him then their eyes met. It was as if they were in a trance or something they didn't speak or move for what seemed forever but was only seconds really. 

Bobby walked out to her. She was amazed how well endowed he was and how handsome of a man he had become. She was not only shocked at the size of his penis as it grew larger but even more shocked at the fact that he was totally shaved, but yet is was also a turn on to her for she had never seen a man that was shaved before. He sat down beside her in his nakedness. She wasn't sure what to say but he spoke first. 

He told her that he always thought about her. He would watch her come home from her dates and see her kiss them and it would turn him on. His dick would get hard and he even went in and jacked off a few times. He told her he had wanted her when they were growing up, but he didn't want to ruin what they had. 

She wasn't surprised at what he told her because secretly she felt the same way. She wanted to fuck him bad and right now she wanted him. Wanted to reach out and touch him. She didn't have to make the first move because he leaned in and kissed her and it wasn't the peck on the cheek kiss this was a deep passionate erotic kiss. 

Helen melted, her heart began to race, the room felt as if it was spinning. She hadn't felt this way before. Why now when she was much older and not a little girl anymore. She placed her hands on his chest. He had a great chest. You could tell he worked out. He wasn't that geek friend she once knew. Her hand slid down his chest, down his stomach. Dare she go any further? She wanted to but wasn't sure if she should. 

Bobby began to undress her. He decided if she wanted him to stop she would tell him no and he would stop but as long as he let her he wasn't stopping. He had wanted her for a long time. He wanted to taste her, devour her. 

He unbuttoned her blouse exposing her perky breasts. Slid it off her shoulders. He undid her bra and took it off her. Her nipples were so hard. He immediately started sucking them. Helen could feel her juices flowing and Bobby's cock was getting harder. 

He stood her up in front of him looking into her eyes as he finished undressing her. He slid her skirt off her and was surprised to see she wasn't wearing panties. She had a shaven pussy that drove him nuts. He couldn't take his eyes off her as he touched her gently all over. 

Helen pushed him back on the bed and told him that she often wondered what it would be like to fuck him. Secretly she wanted him as much as he had wanted her in high school. She told him the waiting was over she was finding out now. 

She climbed on top of him straddling him with her pussy slightly brushing up against his cock. She always thought he would be shy in bed because of how he was when they were younger. Little did she know he was totally different now? 

He rolled her over onto her back. He took her hands above her head and told her to keep them there. Not to move just let him do his thing. She wasn't going to argue with him. She was to excited. He kissed her deeply then moved down to her breast sucking and nibbling on each one. Her nipples were hard and perky. She loved having her nipples played with. 

His tongue slid down her stomach. He parted her legs and began kissing the inside of her thighs. Little moans escaped her as he licked and kissed her. His tongue slid between her pussy lips licking up all her juices. She tasted so good; he could eat her pussy for hours if she let him. 

He licked her clit then down to her hole; she was getting so worked up. She was about to cum soon. He would fuck her with his tongue a while then go back to her clit. She couldn't hold out any longer and told him she was going to cum. He began fucking her with his tongue deeper and deeper licking up all her juices and making her body quiver all over as she came in his mouth. 

He moved up onto her straddling her chest. His dick slid in between her breast. She got a pillow to put behind her head to help prop it up. She reached down and squeezed her tits tightly around his long hard cock. He slid his dick back and forth. As he titty fucked her she sucked his cock. She could taste the precum in her mouth. His dick was throbbing wanting to explode. Just as he was about to he took her hands and placed them on his cock. She stroked him still he shot his load all over her tits, face and mouth. 

She licked her lips clean and he moved off of her. She went down and started sucking his cock. The taste of cum still on his dick She would move from his balls to his cock. He loved his balls sucked. She even fingered his ass a little but wasn't sure he would like it but he didn't object so she kept it up. 

Finally he couldn't take anymore and told her he wanted to fuck her. He wanted to feel her pussy wrapped around his dick and make her cum over and over. He rolled her over onto her back. He wanted to watch her as he fucked her. 

He took her legs and put them over his shoulders. His dick slid in easily because of her wet juices that were flowing from her pussy. He fucked her harder and deeper. His balls slapped against her ass with each thrust. Her hands were on her tits pinching her nipples and squeezing her breast. She told him to go deeper and harder. 

He wanted to shoot his load soon but held back. She came several times then told him to fuck her ass. Her tight little hole was nice and wet from her juices dripping down on it. He rolled her to her tummy and lifted her ass. He slid his cock in her tight little hole nice and slow. He could tell that she loved it. 

With his hand he reached for her clit rubbing it with his finger as he fucked her ass. He slid them around her clit until she came again. He kept it up even though she was shaking and quivering. He was about to cum and wanted her to cum again with him. He fucker ass a little harder and deeper till they both came. 

They both collapse lying side by side. Helen gets up first and heads for the shower not far behind is Bobby. They get into bed and cuddle and talk till they both fall asleep. 

She wakes first, rolls over and looks at Bobby sleeping. She slides under the covers his dick is already hard. She starts licking his cock. He stirs awake but lets her go about her business. He thinks to himself that he could wake this way every morning. 


She licks and sucks his head. Her other hand slides down to his balls and a finger slides down to his ass. Her other hand strokes his hard shaft. She can tell he is about to cum. His dick hardens as he shoots his load into her mouth. She licks up every drop. 

Now that they are both wide-awake they need to get their busy day started. They both get into the shower. The water trickling down their naked bodies. He can't take his eyes off her. He reaches for her breasts circling each nipple. He pulls her close and kisses her, turns her around as he presses her body against the shower wall. 

His dick is so hard again. He had never been able to get turned on that much by any other girl. . Its like he's starving for this girl. He kisses her neck and slips his dick between her legs into her hole. He pinches and squeezes her nipples as he fucks her. His balls slap against her clit with each deep thrust. He fucks her faster and harder till he shoots his load deep inside her. 

She turns towards him tells him how wonderful it was. They made a promise it wouldn't be their last time together. Who knows maybe someday they might be together forever. 



Old Friends



Jane and I and Bridget and George had been close friends for many years. Bridget and George had moved away several times but always ended up back in Florida. Jane and I had stayed put and had done well. No matter where they lived we always got together several times a year if we could.

My wife, Jane is a very pretty woman. At 32 she shows no signs of being the mother of four children from 5 to 11 years old. She is 5 feet 6 inches tall and weighs 130 pounds. She has light brown hair and hazel eyes. She has very, very nice figure.

I, on the other hand, am a slim broad shouldered guy. 5 feet 11 inches and about 155 pounds. Brown hair , green eyes in a nice but not handsome face. I have a company that investigates and settles insurance claims. I worked in construction and as a boat mechanic for several years. I do building claims and marine claims primarily. I have five other adjusters who work for me and two investigators. All the hurricanes that came through last year meant big bucks for us.

Bridget was 30 years old, about five feet tall and had a super figure. She was really very sweet and one of my favorite people in the whole world. Her husband, George was a very nice guy. We hunted and fished together for years. He was an electrician. 

I was working my butt off when Jane grinned at me and told me Bridget and George were back in town. I told her that was great and to plan a get together as soon possible. I went in the den and played back the tapes for that week from my #1 recorder. It was the fastest way to get all the information I collected into my computer. I worked until Jane called me for dinner. She seemed a lot happier than I had seen her lately. I knew I had been neglecting her a lot lately. I knew she knew I loved her and was working my butt off for us.

I was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. When I woke up in the morning Jane was still asleep. I went through my dressing routine and was on my way out when I remembered I wanted to change recorders. My #2 recorder was not in my desk. Then I remembered reviewing some tapes before erasing them. I had listened to them last Saturday while Jane took the kids shopping. I had listened to them while I lay on our bed. I had put it in the cupboard in the head board of the bed. I slipped up stairs and swapped recorders. Jane was still in bed. I was on my way. 

Three days later I took both recorders to work with me. I reviewed some data from #1 when the tape clicked and I heard Jane say, "Oh! Georgie, I have missed you so much. Kiss me, I can't get enough of your kisses. God you taste good. I love for you to wake me up like this. Get your clothes off and fuck me. I need you bad.

"I need you too, Jane Dear, I love that pussy. You know I do."

"Oh! Yes that feels Sooooo Gooood. I had forgotten how good your cock feels. Yes, Harder, Faster. That's wonderful."

I could hear the sounds of raw sex. The slapping together of bodies, the moans, grunts and sucking and slurping noises. Then it was quiet. "Jane, how is old Frank treating you."

"He is really great. I love him too you know. Not the way I love you but I do love him. I think we need to stop doing this. I couldn't take it if he caught us."

"Right, girl, we need to be real careful. No telling what he would do if he found out he was raising my four kids."

"I know, I pray he will never find out. What about Bridget, does she suspect anything. How did you explain all those times we met when I was supposed to be visiting my mother."

"I just told her I had to deliver a truck to Georgia or somewhere. Come on, my cock is hard again, I want to fuck your sweet ass again."

"There is some lube in Frank's drawer over there in the night stand. Yes, that feels good, easy now, no one has ever been there but you Darling and it has been a long time, six months, since you fucked my ass."

I sat at my desk in pure shock. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I knew Jane and George had dated before she met me. But this! I was crushed. I wanted to rush home and beat the crap out of both of them. I turned the tape on again. Jane was saying she would talk to Bridget about them coming over for dinner Friday or Saturday night. Frank said he had to go. "I'll see you tomorrow morning."

"OH! That might not be a good idea, wait a while."

"No I'll be here tomorrow, then we will quit for a week or so."

"OK. But be careful."

I got up and locked my office door and told Alice, my secretary I didn't want to be disturbed for anything." I sat and thought about what I had just heard. I was heart broken. This had been going on since before we were married! How could I have been so stupid. I had trusted Jane with my life. My kids weren't even mine. I couldn't think. There was no one I could even talk to. God, what a fool I must seem to them. No an asshole. What could I do. I loved those kids. There was no way I could take them away from Jane. I would just have to walk away from everything I had ever really loved. I would never be able to trust Jane again no matter what. My life as it had been was over. I just sat and cried.

I thought about poor Bridget. I decided to call her. I got their new number from information. I called her. She seemed happy to hear from me. She asked how Jane was. I couldn't answer. She asked again and I started crying, I couldn't help it. She said, "Oh Dear God, you found out. Right?"

"Yeah! How long have you known?"

"Please meet me somewhere Frank, Please. I know this is killing you. We need to talk. Please meet me at the Pub on Riverwood. OK."

I dried my eyes. "When?"

"Half an hour."

"I'll be out front."

I met Bridget and when she saw me she ran to me and hugged and gently kissed me. We both cried for a while.

I said, "I think I need a stiff drink. How about you?"

"I guess I could use one too."

We talked for hours, I told her about the tape. She said she had been suspicious of the two of them for a long time but thought it was probably just jealousy. Then she over heard George talking to Jane on the phone when he didn't know she was in the house. That had been two years ago. She said she didn't know what to do about it. It had killed her love for George. She wouldn't let her touch her anymore but had never told him why. He had forced her to have sex several times. She said she was ready to sue him for divorce. I looked at her and held her hand. "Bridget, if you need money, I have plenty, a lot Jane doesn't even know about."

"No, I inherited a lot of money from my grandfather a few years ago. I have it in a trust. It is a LOT of money, Frank doesn't know about mine either."

"I wonder if that isn't what this was all about."

"What do you mean?"

"George told me for years he thought you would inherit a bundle of money from your Dad. Jane thinks I am going to inherit a large sum from my folks when they die, she doesn't know they have been slowly transferring it to me for years."

"You don't think they planned to marry us and wait for us to come into money do you."

"Makes sense to me. But then I am not too bright. Do you know the kids are all his?"

He hands flew to her face. She stared at me. "God, You poor Dear. How could they do that to anyone, much less you. You are the sweetest, nicest guy I know."

"Bridget, talking to you has helped a whole lot. I don't know what I would have done with out you."

"What are you going to do tonight, will you go home?"

"I just don't know, I wish I could just be with you. You are hurting too and you are worried about me."

"Why don't we do it?"

"What?"

"Spend the night together. I'll go home and get some things and we can get a room somewhere for the night. Don't get any ideas, we will have two beds. But they won't know that, if they ask, tell them the truth. We spent the night together, no reasons, no accusing them of anything, we just did it because we wanted to. Meanwhile we see some lawyers. Before we go home."

"Sounds damned good to me. He has a date to screw Jane in the morning after I leave for work. I was not planning on ever sleeping in that bed again. Do you want to hear the tape?"

"Yes I do, I want a copy too."

"I we are going to do this let's do it right, I'll reserve a suite at the Hilton. We will go out for cocktails and a nice dinner first, OK?"

"Frank, that sounds very nice. I do have a nice cocktail dress. I'll bring it and change later. About five?"

"That's fine. I'll be waiting for you."

I knew Jane was at her bridge club so I went home and packed a few things. I also took all my personal files and business files I had at home. I took my lap top computer and left her desk top. I wrote her a note. It was short and sweet. It read:

       I know.

        Frank

I installed a hidden wire tap and recorder on our phone. I could hear phone conversations from my phone by playing them back, or by just listening as they were recorded. I climbed in my truck and headed for the Hilton. My reservation was waiting. I went up to my penthouse suite, it was elegant. I took a quick shower and shaved. I slipped on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt.

I got on the phone and canceled all her credit cards except her debit card on our joint bank account. I left $2000 in that account for her.

I canceled all the gas cards too, plus her cell phone was shut off immediately. I thought I was pretty safe in that there was nothing else she could charge or sell without my signature.

I leaned back and rested for a minute or two. I heard a light tap on the door. It was Bridget, she looked very nice in slacks and a blouse. I was glad to see her. I put her bags in the second bed room. I got a kick out of how impressed she was with the suite. We had a hot tub, a lovely patio with trees and grass overlooking the city. There was even a small swimming pool. Pretty damned classy. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me quickly on my lips. "Frank, this is the most beautiful hotel room I have ever been in. I love it."

"Can I get you something to drink?"

"I would like a coke. You know I don't drink alcohol until later. Especially if we are going to have cocktails.

I told her about the note I had left. She laughed. "I wish I had thought of that, my note said, 'Gone out, don't wait up.' How long do you think it will take them to compare notes?"

"Should be any second now. My cell phone will ring if Jane uses the house phone. We can hear every word they say on the speaker. Or not. Up to you."

"You know we have to listen. This should be good."

"We can play it back later, it is being recorded."

"You are a devious guy aren't you."

"Not really, I just deal with devious people all the time."

Ring, Ring.

"Hey, Babe, how are you doing. I see Frank isn't home yet."

"I don't know if he is coming home."

"What?" 

"Most of his personal stuff is gone and I found a note. It just says, 'I know. Frank.'."

"Oh shit, I'm almost home. No! Her car is gone. I'll call you right back." Click.

We looked at each other grinning.

Ring.

"Yes."

"She is gone too. I got a note saying she went out and for me not to wait up for her. Do you think they are together."

"No, not Frank. He would never cheat on me. He is not that way. What can he know. Nothing! Right?"

"I don't know, Frankie ain't stupid. He may have found out something. He can't know the kids are mine can he?"

"I don't think so, unless he got DNA tests from the kids and from you."

"OK, call me if you hear anything at all. Say, I tried your cell phone like I always do and couldn't get through, the message said the number was no longer in service." 

"Hang on, I'll check it out. Shit! I get nothing but a 'no service' note on the screen."

I looked at Bridget, "Girl do you want to go down and have a couple of drinks at the bar before we go out. Or we can use the bar here."

"Let's go out, I never get a chance to dress up a little. I would enjoy that."

"OK, let's change. I already had a shower, so I can help you if you want." She laughed, "No, I don't want to give all my secrets away so early." 

I got dressed and waited on her watching the news. Her door opened and she walked out, my jaw dropped, she was beautiful. She wore a black cocktail dress that was a basic 'little black dress'. It showed lots of cleavage. She had on stockings and very high heels. I sort of stammered that she looked great. She smiled and slowly turned for me to see all the dress. She looked like a million dollars. She walked over and looked me up and down. "Wow, you scrub up really well! Is that a silk suit? It fits you perfectly. I like it a lot. All the girls will be jealous of me tonight."

"I am glad you like it, the only person I want to please tonight is my lovely date." I offered her my arm and we walked out to the elevator and dropped to the lobby. Boy, she felt good on my arm. I watched her in the mirror in the elevator. She was really quite stunning. She caught me looking and blushed. She turned and looked up at me, "We do look good together, don't we."

"We look like we belong together."

"I know."

The Bar was quite nice and after a drink I asked where she would like to eat. She said she was with me and where ever I chose would be fine. I told her that I had heard the restaurant here at the Hilton was very good. She hugged my arm and said, "That sound good, you won't have to drive, so we can have another drink."

"I have to confess I really don't need another drink, I am high just looking at you. I don't remember you being so beautiful. I really never saw you before I guess." 

"You only had eyes for Jane."

"I guess you are right! I don't want to ever see her again. She disgusts me now. Everything I felt for her is somehow gone. Like it was never there. That is not true, I guess I will always love her, but I can never trust her again. I can never touch her again. She destroyed it all."

"I know, sweet man, I know just how you feel. George is at fault too though! He could never leave her alone I guess."

"We could go dancing." She looked quickly at me. "I forgot you have danced with me before. That boat won't float, will it?"

She giggled and shook her head. "I remember how you dance."

"Dear lady! I would like to go back to our suite and just relax and forget about the two of them. Would that suit you?"

"Absolutely."

When we were in the rooms I went to my room and put on a pair of work out shorts. After a debate with myself I put on a T-shirt with it. It was dark now and I adjusted the lights on the patio so they were very dim. I fixed us two rum drinks and walked out and stood looking out over the city. The temperature was just perfect. I heard a sound beside me and looked down to see Bridget there. I handed her the drink and put my arm around her. "Isn't it beautiful, look at all the stars out tonight. I held her close to me. She put her head on my shoulder. It felt too good. I asked if she wanted to see if our spouses were still talking. She said it might be interesting. We sat on the couch. I watched her as we listened. She smiled gently. It was tough listening. They decided I really knew nothing and that Bridget knew no more than I did. They reminisced for an hour or more about all the times they had slipped off and made love. There were a lot of them. They were very good at it. Now there would be no problem for them. 

I had an idea. I would call Jane and tell her I was in Tampa, where we had a office, to solve a problem. I would be home in three days. Bridget would call George and give him a story and tell him she would be home in three days. We would then get the two of them together and have them served with divorce papers at the same time. They would suspect we were together of course. I called Jane and she wanted to know where I was. I told her there was a problem in Tampa and I would be home in three days. She asked if I were with Bridget. "Bridget? Am I with Bridget, isn't she home with George? No? That does sound like a good idea though. Right, Bye now."

Bridget called George and told him about the same thing, except she was seeing a sick aunt. She told him she would be home in three days.

Ring, Ring.

Jane answered. They exchanged notes. They didn't trust us and were afraid it was a trap for us to catch them together. They were still speculating when I shut it off. I got up, "I'm going to take a soak in the hot tub, should be very relaxing, care to join me?"

"Sounds lovely but I don't have a bathing suit with me."

"I don't either, I'm going to use the hotel robe to get to the tub. I'll turn the lights very low. Please join me."

I was in the tub when she walked out. She stood beside the tub, "Please turn around so I can get in." I felt her take my hand. We held hands for a while with out saying a word. Finally I leaned toward her and put my hand behind her head and pulled her closer for a sweet tender kiss. She returned the kiss. We parted I looked in her eyes. I could barely see her smile. I kissed her again. This was a different kiss. It was passionate and demanding. She returned my passion. I pulled her closer and caressed her body. Her breasts were firm and felt very large. Her tummy was taut and firm too. I felt her little hands glide across my chest and then move down over my stomach.

My hands found her hip and slipped around and rubbed her tight little ass. I loved the way she felt. I pulled her to me and kissed her again. "Sweetheart, I think we need to take this to bed. Can I carry you?"

"Yes, hurry."

It didn't work, she was slippery and I was afraid I would drop her. I put her robe on her and put mine on too. Then I tried again. Success. I carried her slowly to my bed kissing her sweet lips all the way. I took her robe off and looked at her. I put a hand on either side of her face and kissed her. "Bridget, Dear girl, I want you to know I am not trying to get even with anyone, I suddenly realized I have wanted this as long as I have known you." I kissed her again. She moved onto the bed. I moved beside her. She pulled my face to hers. We kissed again, her lips moved under mine, "I have wanted this too. I can only think of how good you feel touching me." I cupped a breast and felt the nipple stiffen under my fingers. It was warm and rubbery. Longer and thicker than I had expected.

I moved my lips to kiss and suck on it. She moaned and pulled my head closer. My other hand was busy with her other breast. My mouth moved to it. Delicious! I trailed wet kisses to her belly button. I swabbed that little dimple out with my tongue. My hand slipped down over her tummy and I heard her breath suck in sharply. I moved my hand down over her flat stomach and down onto her thigh. I caressed her thigh and worked to the inside of it to find the soft tender flesh on the inside of her thigh. I loved the way it felt. I pulled my hand up and cupped her sex. It was wet and very warm. I explored it with my fingers for a minute or two then I could wait no more. I moved my whole body down between her legs. They slowly spread to accommodate me. I ran my lips up and down her slit. I found the little fold of skin hiding her clit. My tongue went wild. Lip nips and gentle sucks had her wiggling and squirming as she moaned my name over and over. I raised her ass then spread her inner lips with my thumbs and slid my tongue inside her as far as it would go. Her hands tried to pull me deeper I had to pull back to get my breath and I heard her whimper, "Noooooo." I buried my face where it had been. Her juices were flowing now and I licked them up. I knew I would have to hurry, I raised up and moved over her. She guided me into her love channel. It was wonderful, so wet warm and slippery. I slipped in to the hilt. She screamed my name. I thrust faster and harder. My pelvis slapped against hers and I could hear the delightful squishing sound of our loving. I heard her growling and moving her hips against mine. She was trembling and shaking now as she covered her mouth with one hand while the other clawed at the sheet under us. I was close, damned close and I asked her if she was ready, "Yes, I am cuming right now, hurry Love, hurry." I felt the wave of feeling wash over me as I pulsed gob after gob of semen inside her. I tried to roll off her but her strong arms held me in place. I tried to take some of my weight on my knees and elbows. She said, "No, I want all your weight on me, I love it. God, I love it. Leave him in there. He feels so good there." I lifted a little and pressed my lips to hers. She moaned and then pushed me gently off of her. She snuggled close to me and looked in my eyes, "Frank, that was easily the best of my whole life. I hate to say this but Jane is nuts." 




Old Friends



"So is George." 

I pulled the covers up over us and kissed Bridget over and over again. I think we fell asleep with our lips together. I awoke in the morning to a delightful feeling. Bridget was sucking on my erect penis. What a wonderful way to wake up. She smiled up at me and then lost her mouth grip on me as started laughing and giggling. "I wish you could have seen your face when you woke up. It must have been a nice feeling, you started smiling before you were awake, I loved it. Now I want you inside me. Let me love you this time. Oh! Yes, God unhunnnn. Ohhh Yesss! Right Dear, pump up into me. Oh! God I love the way you feel in me, I love it, love it, love it! Stay still Baby I want to try the 'twister'. She turned around so she was in the reverse Cowgirl position. Then she settled down against my pelvis and twisted her body and knees as far to the left as she could go. Then she twisted back to the right. As she increased her speed the twist went further and further. Then she rose up and dropped down as she twisted. I had never felt anything like it. She stopped and looked back at me. She turned around and buried her face in my shoulder. "Please forgive me, I have never done that before. I read about it in one of George's books. I just wanted to please you, the book said guys loved it, I don't know if I did it right."

"You did it perfectly as far as I am concerned. I love you for trying that hard to please me. In fact I think I just love you Bridget." 

"Oh! Please don't say that if you don't mean it."

"Hey, I will never tell you anything I don't mean. I know I have overwhelming feelings of joy and yet tenderness toward you. I don't remember ever feeling like that before. God, I want to protect and nurture you. I want to have you near me always." I sat up and looked at her, "Did you cum, Dear?"

"Yes, did you?" 

"What do you think is dripping from your little pussy? Come on, let's take a shower together, OK?"

"Oh yes, I'd like that."

We had a nice shower. We washed each other and got to really explore each other's bodies. We were in the shower for a long time. We dressed in jeans and light tops and went down to breakfast. She was adorable with her hair in a ponytail. She looked about fifteen or sixteen. When I was through with breakfast I called a very good friend at his office. I explained the situation briefly and he said for both of us to come to his office in an hour. Bridget wanted to know who I was talking to. I told her, "The best damned divorce attorney in Florida, I work out with him about three days a week. I don't think he has ever lost a case." We went to see him like we were, Bridget wanted to go change first. I asked if she had Lawyer Visiting clothes with her. She laughed and said she didn't. I told her I didn't have my law suit with me either.

He was very understanding. I told him of the recordings I had. He said we could use the recording that was inadvertently made, but not the others if it came to a contested case. I said that in my case I didn't think it would. I told him what I was willing to give Jane and he said that she was crazy if she didn't snap it up. Bridget told him she wanted nothing from George but a few personal things and some furniture that had been in her family for years. His secretaries got all the pertinent information from us. He said he would have everything ready for us in two days. He said he knew a deputy Sheriff who would serve the papers whenever we were ready.

Bridget and I were like a couple of kids, we went shopping and bought her a nice bikini swim suit and some other things, we went to the local attractions, we went to the big water park and went on the highest water slide. We went on a river cruise. We wandered through the art galleries holding hands. We sat in the park in the evening and listened to a band play. We sent a lot of time in and on the bed. It was the happiest time of my life.

We thought we knew a lot about each other having known each other for over ten years. We learned much, much more.

I never found a thing about Bridget I didn't love. I think she kind of liked me too! I had to go to the office for a couple of hours. Damned, I missed that girl. I couldn't stand to be away from her.

I called the Tampa office and found Jane had called a number of times, they had told her I was in conference or was out in the field and they would tell me she had called.

Jane got a baby sitter and met George at the Days Inn Motel for a couple of hours.

Bridget and I talked it over, we didn't care anymore. I decided to yank on their chain again. That evening I called and talked to the kids for a while, they cried and said they missed me. I cried too. Jane got on and wanted to know when I would be home. I said it would be a day or two more. She said the children missed me and wanted me home. I said, "They will get used to it." She said, "What do you mean by that, they are your kids, they need you." I said, "Are they?" and hung up.

Ring, Ring.

"George, he knows!"

"What?"

"He knows, the bastard knows."

"What did he say?"

"I told him the kids missed him and said they were his kids after all. He said, 'are they?'."

"Oh! Shit. I just know he and Bridget are together now."

"What do you think they will do?"

"I guess they will throw us out on our ears."

"No, Frank will not throw me out, the kids need me. He will leave. I know the man, he will feel responsible and support us even if he leaves. I never thought it would come to this!"

"Have you ever seen Frank when he is real mad, God, he might kill me if he knows the kids are mine."

"Believe me, he knows and Bridget knows by now. They are probably shacking up right now. He is probably fucking your wife right now."

"She would love that, she hasn't let me touch her in about a year."

"What? Why didn't you tell me that, she probably found out and told Frank."

"Damn, you may be right, they are getting even. Ha! We are way ahead."

I looked at Bridget and turned the phone off. "How could we be so stupid. You were smarter than I was."

"No I wasn't. I stayed with him even after I knew. That is what I call stupid." 

My cell phone began to ring. I answered it. Jane said,  "Where are you?"

"How are your kids?"

"My kids?"

"I know they are yours, I saw the births. I will soon be able to prove who the father is. DNA tests will prove that. Then I will sue the son of a bitch for back child support.

He can't pay it so you know what Florida does with dead beat fathers don't you, they put them in jail. See ya in a couple days, George is probably waiting for you at the Days Inn. He had better fuck you while he can. He will be the one getting fucked in jail. Those guys will love his tight little ass."

Click.

Ring, Ring.

"What now?"

"They know everything. He is going to sue you for child support from since they were born. If you don't pay you go to jail."

"Oh God! Can he do that?"

"Have you ever known him to bullshit. If he says it, he will do it. What are you going to do?"

"What am I going to do? What about you, we are in this together."

"I'll be fine. He is a damned good man, he'll take care of the kids and me."

"Where does that leave me?"

"Hell, I don't know, how can I help you? You won't have any money, he will have your wages garnisheed. You won't have enough left to support me or the kids, so you are on your own."

"Well, fuck you bitch!"

Click.

"Oh my, a falling out among the lovers. What a shame. Do you think he will run?"

"Frank, I don't know what he will do. He usually runs when things get tight."

"Would you like to run?"

"Where?"

"Over to that big bed in the next room."

"Oh Frank I would love that. But I am afraid he will run and then I won't be able to serve his papers and get a quick divorce." 

"Do you want me to stop him?"

"How can you do that?"

"Easy, the last time you guys were here he stole five thousand dollars from my cash box and left finger prints all over the place. I just have to call the Sheriff's department. They have a warrant for him."

"Are you serious?"

"Yep, I didn't want to hurt you so I never told the cops where he was."

Tears ran from her eyes, "Call now."

I did.

Two days later the divorce papers were served on Jane and George. My attorney presented Jane with a settlement agreement, she would receive child support for the children until they were each eighteen. She would retain her half ownership in the marital home. She would be required to sell the home when the youngest child was eighteen. The value to be evenly split. She would receive $1000.00 per month in alimony until the youngest child reached the age of 20 years. She would have title to her car. There would be joint custody. Jane accepted immediately. 

George was served papers for Bridget's divorce and also papers for my law suit to recover child support henceforth and retroactive to each child's birth.

Bridget and I spent several days looking for an apartment. We found one we liked and moved in together. We decided we would live together for a while. We both knew we would marry later. We did. It was a good move for both of us. We were deeply in love and we loved each other more with each passing day. We had my kids on every other weekend and half the time during the summer. 

We never found out what happened to George. We never heard another word about him. 

Then we were talking one evening before going to bed, we were cuddling as was our habit every night, now and then I would cop a little feel, caress a breast or tweak a nipple. If she reacted I would either make love to her right there or carry her to bed. Tonight she pulled my head down for a long lazy but very erotic kiss. I asked, "Can we make love now, are you over your period?"

She looked into my eyes, "No Darling, I am not over it, it never started."

"WHAT?"

"This is the second month in a row."

"Does this mean..?"

"I think so."

"You don't know how happy you just made me."

"No, you don't know how happy YOU have made ME."

"You have to see the doctor tomorrow, right?"

"Right."

"How soon before we can get the DNA test?"

"WHAT?"

I looked at her, I could see she was mad. Then I saw the twinkle in her eye and she tried to keep an angry face on but it didn't work. She laughed, "In your case I would insist on it. Four of someone else's kids are enough."

"If it is yours, I know I will love it." 

"Are you good with this Bridget? Are you sure this is what you want?"

She looked at me. "What difference does it make, it is too late now, but to ease your mind, yes, yes, I want your child in my belly more than anything in the world. I knew when I married George we could never have kids, he knew it too. I guess that had something to do with why he did what he did. Our bloods were incompatible. No child would have lived." 

"How about ours, yours and mine?"

"Perfect, believe me, I checked. We will make lots of beautiful healthy babies."

"I hope they are all girls and look just like you."

"You don't want a son?"

"I would love a son, but I would love to have half a dozen little girls just like their mother running around, I love you so much.



Old Friends



I have known Nichole "Nikki" for almost 20 years. She joined our department shortly after getting her college degree. She had been working and going to school, so she was maybe 24. She had married Robert when she was 19, and he was 32. They choose not to have a family. For them, their pets were their family. She made no secret that Robert had had a vasectomy. 

Nikki was pretty average physically. Average height, weight, long black hair and nice blue eyes completed the picture. She had a very nice set of legs, although her thighs were a little thick, and over the years her ass widened. But you really could not think of her as heavy. For me her best physical trait was her smallish breasts. I have always been a sucker for small tits. A pair of 44DDs did little for me, but a nice pair if 34B's or C's could start my engine. I never thought it would take me were it did. Although, I was single, and six years older, since she was married, I never seriously considered the idea of anything ever occurring.

After a few years in our department, she transferred out. Since we still worked in the same building, we often ran into each other. As all of our co-workers moved on, through transfers, retirement, or leaving the company, Nikki and I would try to have lunch about twice a year to just keep up, and discuss all our mutual friends.

Over the years, the office had become more and more casual. So sweatshirts and jeans replaced her blouses and skirts. We had scheduled one of our lunches on what turned out to be a rather warm day. Nikki was wearing a sleeveless blouse, with buttons down the front. At some time during our meal, I became aware there were two buttons open, and I had a full view of one of her bra cups. I was mesmerized. She finally noticed what was distracted me and corrected it. I probably turned red. 

On the way back to the office she casually said, "Did you enjoy the show?" and let out a big laugh. I did not reply, but just blushed again, making her laugh even more.

Nikki had transferred into an area that allowed her to move into management. She had also found a way to get an office, although it was in the middle of the building, and had no windows. Shortly after retuning to my desk, the phone rang. 

All I heard was, "I have a meeting at 2, if you would like another peek, come by before then." 

"Ahhh, Okay." was all I could reply. 

I looked at my clock; it was 1:10. I double-checked my schedule and found that I was free all afternoon. I strolled down the hall to the men's room. I had trouble taking a pee with a hard-on, but was finally successful. As I approached Nikki's door, it was ajar about six inches. I could hear her on the phone. I lightly tapped. 

I heard, "Come on in, and close the door." 

Nikki had a strangely arranged office. The door was in the corner, but opened into the middle of the room. So, you had to walk around the door to get in or out.

I quietly entered, and shut the door then sat down at a table near the door. Nikki's desk faced the wall so her back was towards the door and me. As she continued her phone conversation she slowly turned her chair around to face me. She had a big smile. Then I noticed why. Her blouse was unbuttoned clear to her waist; revealing cleavage all the way down to her waist. This meant she had removed her bra sometime after we returned. 

Her phone conversation ended with, "We can discuss this with the group at 2. Talk to you then. Bye."

She turned back to hang-up the phone, then turned back to me, leaning slightly forward placing her elbows on her thighs. This allowed me to see just a little more of each breast as she spoke. 

"Alan" she said. "This is not the first time I have noticed you looking at me, and I've always been flattered, and somewhat aroused. So, I just decided to give you a nice view." 

With that she removed her blouse. I must have looked like a 15 year old seeing is first boob, because Nikki started giggling. After a minute she spoke again. 

"Listen, Robert and I had a great sex life for many years, but for the last 14 months he as been impotent. The doctors cannot figure out why. So, what happened at lunch really got me exited. Plus, I must admit, I have often wondered what you carried around in those pants." 

I finally was able to break my stare at her slightly swaying boobs and look her in the eye.

"Here's my offer", she continued, "If you'll get undressed, so will I." 

I sat for a long moment before replying. I was actually trying to tell if this was all a dream. "Okay," I managed to speak. 

Not quite sure what she meant, or where this was going. I somehow sensed she did not either. I stood and loosened my belt, then pulled my polo shirt over my head. 

I heard her sigh, and whisper "No hair, hmmm". 

She got up as I was unzipping my fly. My full erection was making it difficult. I slid down my trousers over my hips and let them fall to the floor. There was a wet spot of precum on my briefs. As I was hooking my thumbs in the waistband, Nikki was unbuttoning her 501s. She pulled them down and stepped out of them. At sometime she had removed her shoes, probably before I arrived.

As her jeans dropped, I was guiding my shorts over my penis. She gasped as my six inch erected cock was revealed. My shorts fell to my ankles and I sat back down, spreading my knees in her direction, so she could view both my dick and balls.

Nikki was wearing white bikini panties with what appeared to be little red roses. It was apparent that the crotch was becoming damp, confirming she was enjoying this as much as I. She slowly slid them over her hips and down below her knees, stepping out of them, and over to me. The first thing I noticed was no pubic hair. She twirled around sticking her ass in my face, and then returned to her chair.

"Yes, I shave." She offered, "Actually, Robert shaves me, always has, and still does. It was always part of our foreplay. Nowadays, I just get shaved, and fingered. He even gave me a vibrator; but it is just not the same as having his dick in me."

As she spoke, my eyes we locked at what was between her legs, and she never removed her gaze from my throbbing hard-on. She didn't realize it, but her hand was gently rubbing the top of her vagina lips. She suddenly noticed and quickly returned her hand to the arm of the chair.

For a minute we just studied each other's naked bodies in silence. Then as she spoke she started to 'walk' her chair towards me. Our knees bumped, and I felt lighting shoot all thru my body.

"That thing is gorgeous! May I touch it?" 

Before I could really reply, Nikki was grabbing the base of my cock. She almost instinctively started to stroke it with long, slow strokes. All I could do was tilt my head back and enjoy. Nikki had mastered the secret to a good hand job.

Just as my eyes had closed to savor this experience, I suddenly felt something warm engulf the purple head of my cock. I opened my eyes as I felt hair fall against my leg. I was now receiving the best blowjob I could recall. Obviously, Robert must have taught her well. Now, I have had blowjobs, and enjoyed them more than intercourse. But this was by far the best I ever experienced.

Nikki held the base of my cock with one hand moving slightly up and down. With the other she gently caressed my balls. Combining this with what she was doing with her lips and tongue. My head was spinning.

After a few minutes of this bliss, Nikki stopped and sat up. Looking me in the eye, she said, "I've gotta have this big thing in me, and now." 

With that she stood and swung a leg over me as to stand over me; all without letting go of my cock. Then she slowly lowered herself on to me guiding my meat into her warm moist hole. Watching my cock disappear into that shaved pussy was the most unbelievable sight. She seemed to take all of me at once until our pelvic bones met.

As she started to rise and drop on my cock, I had a boob in each of my hands. Her pace rapidly increased. Nikki started to moan. She reached over and grabbed something off the table, stuffing in her mouth to muffle her screams of ecstasy. Suddenly, her pace slowed and stopped.

"What's wrong?" I said.

"You can't cum in my pussy, we have no protection." Nikki replied.

She pulled off of me, stepped back over to her desk, opened the bottom drawer and pulled out a small bottle of lotion.

"This will have to do." She said; returning to me as she dumped a good bit into her palm.

"You can come in my ass" as Nikki smeared it all over the top half of my cock. She turned around and I directed the tip towards her anus. She slowly lowered herself back on to me. At first it met strong resistance, but then seemed to move beyond the tight outer ring and move in easier. When she had accepted my cock fully, she did not move a muscle for a few seconds.

Nikki started using her hips to piston my cock in-an-out of her ass. Meanwhile, she was frantically fingering her own clit as I had reached around and was playing with her nipples. Soon Nikki was moaning again, and I knew she was close. This was a good thing, since her tight ass had me on the brink of exploding.

One last hard down stroke, and Nikki fell back against me, her legs straightened, and her whole body shook. At the same time I was firing all my juice deep into Nikki's ass. Both of us out of breathe, I wrapped my arms around her tightly, kissing her neck.

Quickly reality set in, and we knew we had to get dressed, and get back to work. Nikki stood up, and my half hard cock, popped out of her ass. She grabbed her panties, and jeans, as I pulled up my shorts and pants. I pulled my shirt on as Nikki reached for her missing bra.

She sat down at her desk as she was buttoning her blouse. I opened the door as she started dialing in to her conference call.

Nikki then said, "I need to get you on my new project, so we can take a business trip."

*

Note: This story was edited by "Angel Love."



Old Friends



The night before last, after work, I went to the Museum Of Modern Art. I do that every now & then just to put a little culture in my life. While I was there, who do I run into but Larry. I worked with Larry many years ago at my first full time job in Manhattan. Larry was gay and just beginning to get into dressing like a woman. For some reason we hit it off real well and became good friends. We would go shopping together, share make-up tips, sometimes, when needed; I'd be his "date" at a family wedding or party. He introduced me to the whole gay bar seen. I would take him out with me to singles bars. He made a better-looking woman than me and would get hit on more by drunken Italian guys than I did. Sadly, over the years we lost touch. 

It was terrific to see him again. He introduced me to his new lover Byron. Byron was drop dead gorgeous. Tall, blond, built and the sweetest personality I've ever seen. (It's true what they say--All the good ones are either married or gay). We decided the three of us would go out to dinner and after dinner we hit this bar. We talked and laughed for hours, and got very drunk. After a while the conversation turned to sex. I told Larry & Byron about my fascination with guy on guy sex, how I would rent gay videos, bring them home and masturbate, hell; I even told them about fucking my old boyfriend's ass with my strap-on.

I could see Byron's eyes light up when I told the story. Larry whispers to me that Byron is a bit of an exhibitionist and, to make a long story short; we wound up back at my place for some fun & games.

The boys wasted no time in getting down to business. No sooner were we through the door than they started kissing and undressing each other. Watching Byron sucking on Larry's tongue was incredibly erotic. Soon they were both entirely naked. Both these guys had such beautiful cocks. Byron had the longer one. It was about 8 inches, cut and curved slightly to the left. Larry's was uncircumcised, a bit shorter, but about a thick as my wrist. Both were shaved completely; and all over, chest, pubs, legs etc. Larry gently pushed Byron backward on to the couch. He started kissing his way down Bryon's body, first nibbling at the nape of his neck, then sucking a nipple in his mouth, then tracing a line with his tongue across Byron's tight stomach and finally reaching the base of his cock. Larry caressed his lover's cock in his hand while he sucked one of Byron's balls into his mouth. I could see a clear drop of liquid form at the top of Bryon's cock. Larry ever so slowly licked his way up the shaft until he reached the crown. He licked around the crown with the flat of his tongue the way one would lick around the sides of a melting ice cream cone to keep it dripping onto one's hand. Byron's eyes were closed and he moaned softly as Larry finally covered the head of his cock with his mouth. 

At this point I was still clothed, but I had my hand up my skirt and was stroking my sopping wet pussy. I wanted to join them so bad, but they had made me promise I would only watch.

As I watched Larry's head bob up and down on Byron's cock, I could tell he was close to orgasm. I was about to pop one myself when Larry asked Byron if he wanted me to suck his nipples while he sucked his dick. Byron answered yes and I jumped right in. Knelling beside Byron, I licked at his right nipple with the tip of my tongue while I rolled the left one between by thumb and forefinger. Byron was moaning loudly as I suck his nipple between my teeth and bit softly. I felt Byron tense up then convulse wildly as he shot his load into Larry's mouth. Larry tried to swallow as fast as he could but could see some of the milky white liquid leek from the side of his mouth, down Byron's cock and on to his fingers. Which he held up to Byron's mouth so that he could suck them clean. The two boys then shared a passoiate kiss. 

I watched as their tongues probed each other's mouth and I envied each of them for have so passoiate a lover. After they broke the kiss, Byron put his arm around my waist and pulled be toward him. He kissed my cheek, and whispered in my ear "Do you want to watch Larry fuck my ass". I nodded yes and he whispered again "will it make your cunt wet to watch us?" As an answer I took his had and guided it to my pussy (my panties were around by ankles at this point). He penetrated me with his finger and said to his lover "She's wet already, Larry. Here taste." and held his wet finger to Larry's lips. Larry licked Byron's finger and said not bad for a pussy. 

"Maybe," Byron said to Larry "you should lube your cock with her pussy juice before your fuck me." "Would you like that, Stacy?" 

I was too hot to answer. Instead I stood up, spread my feet apart and bent over the back of the coach. Larry stood behind me. I looked over my shoulder and saw Byron take his lover's cock in hand and guide it to my aching pussy. He rubbed the head up and down my slit, teasing me with it. I begged him to put it in and trust my ass back hoping to impale myself on his pole. But Byron would have none of it. He wasn't through teasing me yet. 

"Oh, she's a horny little bitch, isn't she, Larry, and such a skinny little ass, just like a boy. It's a shame there's no little dickey to go with it." 

" I do have a strap on" I replied. "Well go get it, honey" ordered Byron, "If you want to fuck with the boys, you might as well look like one." I ran to the other room and quickly removed what was left of my clothes and put on the harness that held my 6" rubber cock. Grabbing a tube of KY (I was hoping one of them would let me fuck their ass) I went back to the living room. 

"That's much better," said Byron as he started, ever so gently, stroking my dildo, "Such a fine little dickey we have on this little boy." "Now lean over the couch and we'll let Larry make a real man out of you" said Byron playing into the fantasy that I was a male.

As before I bent over the couch with my feet apart. Larry stood behind me and Byron took hold of his cock and placed it between the lips of my pussy. There was no teasing this time as a felt Larry's monster push pass my lips and fill me completely. I was so hot by this time that I almost came the moment Larry's dick touched my pussy. Once he was all the way in me, he started to pump me slowly, but I would have none of this slow and easy shit. "Fuck me hard" I screamed as I shoved by ass back on him. Larry started pumping me for all he was worth. Byron, in the meantime, had lain down on the couch under me and was sucking on my dildo. Between watching him give me a "blow job" and Larry pounding my cunt, I lost it. My orgasm was quick and intense with wave after wave washing over me as I screamed out my pleasure.

Now it was Byron's turn. He stood up next to me and bent over the couch. I took Larry's cock in my hand and was about to place it against Byron's rosebud, but first, I thought I'd lube him up a bit with my tongue. Without letting go of Larry's dick, I stuck my face between Bryon's cheeks and penetrated his anus with my tongue. Byron, yelped in surprise at my intrusion, but Larry encouraged me to eat his ass out While I reamed Byron's ass I reached between his legs with my free had and started stroking his cock. 

With a cock in each hand and my tongue up a guy's ass, I was in heaven, (I'm such a slut) but soon Byron was begging me to let Larry fuck his ass. So, reluctantly, I pulled away from Bryon in order to concentrate on Larry. I swallowed Larry's cock making sure it very wet with my saliva and pussy juice. I placed the tip of his cock against Byron's asshole and watched it slowly disappear inside of him. I was amazed that Byron could take such a fat cock with no trouble at all. I took a step back and watched as Larry held onto Byron hips and hump his ass. It was an incredibly hot picture. More so than any of the gay videos I've ever rented. 

Even though I just came, watching the boys fuck had me horny all over again. I just had to get back in on the action. Just as Byron did with me, I got on the couch and wiggled my way under Byron so that I could play with his cock. He was rock-hard and dripping pre-com. I took him into my mouth and held still while he matched Larry's rhythm. It wasn't long before the boys came. Larry was the first to pop, then Byron a few seconds latter. I swallowed every delicious drop. 

The three of us would up sitting on the couch. The boys were totally spent and Larry was bemoaning the fact the Byron couldn't get it up (thanks to my fabulous BJ), and now he wasn't going to get his ass fucked. Well, far be it for me to deprive an old friend of his jollies so I volunteered. Larry looked at Byron, who just shrugged his shoulders, looked at the dildo between my legs, looked at Byron's flaccid penis, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Why not"? He stood up and bent over the couch, I stood behind him but I was too short and couldn't reach his ass with the dildo. So instead Larry laid face down on the floor and brought his knees under him so his ass was high in the air. I positioned myself behind him, lubed up my rubber cock with the KY, placed it against his asshole and started to push. Slowly it slid in to him. Once I was in all the way I started to pull back until just the head of the dildo was left buried in his ass and then I pushed in again building up a slow but steady rhythm. "Come on, Stacy," yelled Byron, "fuck him like a real man." I picked up the pace. The faster I fucked the more Larry moaned and the hotter I got. Let me tell you girls, fucking a guy's ass is a real power trip, and the hottest thing I've ever done. 

Byron came over, reached under Larry, grabbed his cock and started to jerk him off. By this point I was incredibly hot. My pussy was dripping wet and I got very greedy. I saw Bryon had a raging hard-on again and I wanted it bad. I pull out of Larry's ass, whipped off my strap-on, pushed Byron on his back and mounted his monster. In less time that it takes to write about it I was riding him like a cowboy in a rodeo and working my way to one hell of an orgasm when Larry pushed me forward so that I was lying flat on top of Byron wrapped his arms around me and held me tight. All of a sudden I felt Larry playing with my ass. I realized what he was trying to do and screamed "NO" but it was too late, the head of his cock was against my rosebud and he started to push. It took awhile and, at first it hurt like hell but finally my sphincter started to relax and stretch allowing him to enter just a little. The two boys lifted me off of Byron's cock until only the head remained in me. This allowed Larry to fill my ass with his meat. I have never been so full of cock in my life. Sandwiched between them I couldn't move. They boys started a slow rocking rhythm back and forth. As one would thrust out the other would trust in. 

Byron kept whispering in my ear how he could feel Larry's cock rubbing against his own inside of me and how good it fleet and didn't I love being filled with two cocks and wasn't Larry fucking my ass better than any of my straight boyfriends. "Yes, Yes Yes" I screamed deliriously. I don't know how long they kept this up. I just kept cumming & cumming & cumming as the boys continued to pound both my holes. I wanted to feel them cum inside me. I wanted them to pump me so full of their sperm it would spill out of every orifice. 

Byron came first with Larry only a second later. When I felt their jizz fill me I thought I would die from pleasure. We lay there for a while until both cocks softened and fell out from me. I tried to get up, but my legs were too weak to stand. The boys picked me up and carried me to the bathtub and ran a bath for me. They cleaned me, dried me off and put me to bed and then crawled in with me. I slept between the two of them happy and content.

The next morning we decided—I'd give up my apartment and move in with them. Kind of like that old TV show "Three's Company" in reverse. 



Old Friends



Tanya couldn't wait to get home that day. She hadn't seen her friend Suzy since she had moved out to California three years ago. It was Saturday and Tanya had just finished her shift at the bank where she had been working as a loan officer for the past two years. During the cab ride back her to her apartment she planned what she was going to prepare for dinner. She remembered how much Suzy loved Italian food and decided that she would make chicken Parmesan with pasta and a salad. Tanya had thought about taking her out to eat, but since her flight didn't arrive until 9pm and she probably wouldn't get to the apartment until 10:30, she decided it would be better to eat at home the first night. 

The cab arrived at Tanya's apartment building, but before heading up stairs she went to the market across the street. There she picked up a package of chicken breast, some fresh pasta, sauce, and some vegetables to prepare the salad with. One more stop, she thought to her as she left the market. Tanya made her way up the busy sidewalk to the liquor store just three buildings up. Inside she selected two bottles of red wine to go with dinner and headed back to her apartment building.

During the elevator ride up to the 15th floor, Tanya remembered how much fun she and Suzy used to have when they shared an apartment here in New York. She thought how alone she had felt when Suzy took a job out in California. Although they talked often on the phone, it was not the same as the when they were roommates. She looked forward to her week of vacation and spending time with her old friend. The elevator arrived at the 15th floor and Tanya made the short walk down the hall to her door, unlocked it and stepped inside.

It was nearing 5 O'clock as Tanya began to put the groceries away. Once finished she headed for the bedroom to change out of her work cloths and into something more comfortable to relax and prepare dinner. After she had removed her business suit she headed for the closet to find something to put on. As she past the full-length mirror on the wall she stopped to examine herself. Standing in only her bra and panties she thought she still had a nice body for a 26 year old. Although she didn't work out much anymore her legs were still tone and her belly was firm. Tanya was 5'9" and had gorgeous, wavy red hair. She took pride in her 36C all natural breasts, and felt each one while gazing in the mirror, deciding that they were her best feature, firm and supple. Reaching into the closet she pulled out some old jeans and a tee shirt and got dressed.

It was still way too early to start dinner so Tanya lay down on the couch to watch some TV. She clicked through the channels until she found an old movie she had not seen in years. As the movie played she half paid attention while her mind wandered about what the next week would bring. Suzy was going to be here for eight days and she wanted to make sure she had a good time. She had purchased tickets to a play on Wednesday, but other than that she really had no other plans for the week. Tanya's eyes began to sag as the long week caught up to her and she drifted off to sleep.

When Tanya finally awoke it was nearly half past seven. She stretched her arms and legs and lay on the couch for a few moments gathering her thoughts. Her body felt rejuvenated from the much-needed rest. Tanya headed for the kitchen to get a glass of water and begin to prepare dinner.

From the refrigerator she got some eggs and milk and beat them together in one bowl and filled two other bowls, one with flour and the other with breadcrumbs. Tanya cut the chicken breast into thin cuts and dipped each one, first into the batter, followed by the flour, back into the batter and finally the breadcrumbs. Each piece was fried slowly in a pan until golden brown then lay out in a baking dish and covered with sauce and cheese. She covered the dish with foil and put in the fridge, she wanted to wait until 9:30 before baking it in the oven. Next she prepared the salad and covered it and put it in the fridge as well. After cleaning up it was just after 8:30 and she decided to take a bath while she waited for Suzy to arrive. 

As the tub filled with water Tanya added some bath salt and bubble bath before removing her cloths. Once naked she shut off the water and slipped her body into the warm water. The water was very relaxing and Tanya could feel her body unwind. As she lie there with her eyes closed she thought about her friend Suzy. Suzy was tall and blonde with a spunky attitude. She was always the life of the party, never afraid to try something new. She had a very pretty face, but was constantly battling with her weight. Not that she was fat, but she tended to carry an extra 15 to 20 pounds. 

As Tanya's body soaked in the calming water of the bath she began to imagine herself with another woman. She often had these fantasies, but nothing of the sort had ever come to reality. She imagined herself nude; lying on her back in bed as a beautiful woman slowly licked her soft pussy. As her mind drifted so began her fingers, easing their way up her tender inner thighs, caressing the soft skin of her supple legs. As she dreamt of the warm breath of a woman upon her sweet little pussy her fingers began to work their magic. She gently massaged her swollen clit with two fingers while she tweaked her left nipple with her other hand. It was only a matter of a few minutes before her body started to quiver with the onset of her orgasm. She rubbed her clit harder and faster as her orgasm shook through her body. The soft moans of pleasure echoed through the tiled room. When the rush had finally left her she washed her body and let the water run out of the tub. She finished with a quick shower so that she could wash her hair.

By the time she emerged from the bathroom it was quarter past nine. Tanya hurriedly dressed herself; deciding on a knee high, blue skirt and a light blue blouse. Once she was dressed she went to the kitchen and turned on the oven. Tanya was looking for a pot to cook the pasta in when the phone rang. It was Suzy letting her know that she had arrived at the airport and was heading outside to hail a cab for the 25-minute ride to Tanya's apartment.

Tanya could not stop grinning for 5 minutes at the thought of seeing her friend again after so many years. She put some music on the stereo and made herself a drink as she waited for Suzy. While she waited Tanya set the small table in the kitchen with plates, silverware and wine glasses. Just as she was finishing her drink there was a knock at the door. Tanya rushed across the apartment to open it. There for the first time in three years was her old friend Suzy. She looked amazing, the extra weight she had always carried was gone and her skin was a wonderful golden tan.

"Suzy, it's so great to see you. You look fabulous" Tanya shouted as she wrapped her arms around her.

"It's great to see you. I have missed you so much" Suzy replied as she dropped her bags to the ground and hugging Tanya.

"Come in, Come in" Tanya said as she helped bring Suzy's bags into the apartment.

"Let's put your bags in the bedroom. I'll take the couch"

"Don't be silly this is your place I'll take the couch"

"We can argue about this later, but for now let's bring your stuff in here" Tanya insisted as she motioned her friend to follow her into the bedroom.

"Your apartment is lovely Tanya, much nicer than that dump we shared downtown"

"Thank you, I like it here. The building is safe and the rent is reasonable. I started dinner, I hope you hungry".

"I'm starving; I haven't eaten since I left California"

"You poor girl. Would you like a drink while I start the pasta?"

"Yes please, something strong if you have it. Do I have time to take a quick shower before dinner?"

"Sure, the bathroom is across the hall and there are towels in the cabinet. I'll go get your drink"

"Great, Thanks Tanya, you're the best"

Tanya went to the kitchen and turned the stove on to boil the water for the pasta. She fixed and vodka tonic for Suzy and headed back toward the bedroom. Suzy was already in the bathroom when she arrived, but the shower was not yet on. Tanya knocked on the door.

"Suzy, I have your drink, should I leave it in the bedroom?"

"No, bring it in please; I'm dying for a drink."

Tanya opened the door and was awestruck over what she saw next. Suzy was buck-naked and was leaning into the tub to turn the faucet on. As she bent over Tanya got a wonderful view of Suzy's vagina from the rear. It was gorgeous; the way the soft, pink lips parted as she bent at the waist sent a shiver up Tanya's spine. Her pretty little pussy didn't have a hair on it from what Tanya could see. 

"Here is your drink Suzy" Tanya was able to speak at last

"Thanks dear" Suzy replied as she finally adjusted the water to the right temp and turned the shower on.

As she turned to take the drink, Tanya could not help staring down at Suzy's pussy as she handed her the drink. It was indeed completely shaved and Tanya was immediately infatuated with its appearance. She felt her cheeks blushing as she realized how obvious she was and handed Suzy her drink.

"Enjoy your shower. I'm going to finish cooking dinner," Tanya said

"Sounds good, Thanks Tanya. And Tanya It feels great to back here with you again" Suzy smiled

"It's wonderful to have you back" Tanya couldn't help run her eyes down Suzy's incredible body one last time as she left the room.

Back in the kitchen Tanya put the pasta into the boiling water and started to prepare two salads for her and Suzy. She opened one of the bottles of wine and set it on the table. The oven alarm sounded and Tanya removed the chicken and placed it on the counter to cool. She was just starting to drain the pasta when Suzy entered the kitchen.

"Mmm! Smells delicious" Suzy exclaimed licking her lips.

"I know how you love Italian food so I made your favorite, chicken Parmesan"

"You are just too good to me"

"Looks like you can use a good meal. Don't they feed you out in California?"

"You noticed huh? I lost 24 lbs"

"You look stunning"

"Thank you Tanya, I did happen to notice you starring at me in the bathroom"

"I'm sorry it's just that I've never seen you so thin. I can't get over how good you look"

"Well this week I'm on vacation and I'm going to enjoy it so let's eat, I'm starving"

"Everything is ready. If you pour the wine I'll serve the food"

Suzy poured two glasses of wine while Tanya served the salad. The two women ate their salads as they talked about how things have changed in the last few years, Tanya's job at the bank and Suzy's job out in California as a make up artist. When they finished their salads Tanya served the pasta and chicken and the two continued catching up on each other's lives over the past three years. When they finally finished their meal, along with a bottle of wine, they cleared the table and headed for the living room with the second bottle of wine.

They sat together on the couch and continued their conversation from dinner. The girls talked and talked unaware of how late it was getting.

"Wow! I can't believe it's almost 2am" Suzy exclaimed

"You're on California time still, so it must only feel like 11 to you" Tanya replied

"True, but I don't want to keep you up all night. Besides we have the entire week together and my legs are killing me from the long flight in coach"

"Here lay back and put your legs up and I'll give you a foot massage like the old days when you worked at the department store and had to stand up all day" Tanya said as she helped to pull Suzy's feet up onto the couch

"Yes I remember. I don't miss that job"

Tanya pulled off Suzy's shoes and began to massage her bare feet. She worked her fingers into the soles of Suzy's feet trying to loosen the tension. Gently she began to use her thumbs and rub under each toe of her foot. 

"That feels so nice Tanya"

"Are your legs sore as well?" Tanya asked with a smile.

"My whole body is sore" Suzy whimpered

"Why don't you go lie down on the bed and I'll give you one of my famous massages and then you can go to sleep"

"That would be so sweet of you Tanya. You really are the best."

Tanya led Suzy to the bedroom and sat her on the bed.

"If you want a real massage your going to have to get out of those pants and lose the shirt" Tanya declared"

Without a word Suzy slid her pants down and kicked them off onto the floor. Then she grabbed hold of her shirt and pulled it over her head leaving her in only a pair of white thong panties and bra. 

"Now lie down on your belly and relax"

Standing beside the bed Tanya started to massage her friend's legs, kneading the tense flesh of her calves. After she was satisfied that the muscles in her calves were relaxed she moved up to her thighs again working her hands through the soft, tanned skin of Suzy's legs. Next Tanya climbed up onto the bed and straddled Suzy's legs as she began to work on her neck and shoulders. Suzy began to moan softly as the tension escaped her body. The next area Tanya concentrated on was Suzy's back. She worked up one side and then down the other, but Suzy's bra was getting in the way.

"I'm just going to unhook this for a minute" Tanya said as she undid Suzy's bra allowing the material to fall to either side of her golden body. 

"That's fine" Suzy whispered

Tanya was getting aroused at the sight and feel of her nearly naked friend. She wondered what it would be like to massage those gorgeous globes of flesh that were pressed into the mattress just below her. Tanya worked her fingers down to Suzy's lower back and slowly toward the voluptuous curves of her ass. Without hesitation her hands worked their way over the soft skin of her hips. Suzy was moaning louder and her breathing seemed to be more rapid. Tanya had to know if this was going where she hoped and leaned forward and gave a soft kiss to Suzy's neck.

"That feels wonderful sweetie," Suzy whispered in a low sultry voice

Again Tanya leaned forward, but this time she gave a longer more passionate kiss behind Suzy's right ear while at the same time running her finger nails down the side of Suzy's beautiful body. 

"Tanya, that feels so good, please don't stop"

"I wont, roll over so I can get your front"

Tanya took her weight off Suzy's legs allowing her to roll over. Her beautiful 34C breasts stood firm in front of Tanya's gazing eyes. Trying not to be overly aggressive, Tanya began to massage the front of Suzy's shoulders, but her eyes remained focused on her creamy tits.

"It's okay Tanya" Suzy said looking at her friend

"What's ok?"

"You can touch them, I know you want too"

Tanya smiled as her hands slid down Suzy's chest and wandered there way onto Suzy's gorgeous tits. They felt like soft bags of sand and Tanya gently caressed each one eventually lowering her mouth onto one nipple, then the other, bringing each one to full attention.

"Oh Tanya, this is unlike you, but I love it" Suzy moaned

"I have been thinking about this for a long time and when I saw your sweet little pussy in the bathroom I knew I wanted you"

Suzy ran her hands through Tanya's shiny, red hair and gently urged her head downward. Tanya got the message and kissed her way across Suzy's stomach, spending a few moments kissing her naval. Eventually she was where she had only been able to dream about. Her face just inches away from the sweet honey of her imagination. She moved closer, and through Suzy's panties Tanya took her first whiff of another woman's vagina. It was like the smell of a blooming flower in the spring and it sent a shiver down through Tanya's body. She gently tugged at the sides of Suzy's panties as Suzy raised her ass up slightly off the bed to aid in the removal of her panties. As the soft white flesh of Suzy's pussy began to appear from under the thin, white material of Suzy's thong, Tanya's heart started to race. It was a rush she had never felt before as she continued to work the thong over Suzy's hips and down the supple length of her legs. 

Once Tanya had successfully removed Suzy's panties she once again stared into the pink flesh of her lover's smooth pie. As she moved in, Suzy's legs began to part. Tanya watched as the tender folds of pink flesh parted and the small nub of her clit became visible. The first feeling of her tongue against a warm, wet pussycaused a rush of heat to her own pulsing vagina. Her tongue began to slide up and down through slippery lips of Suzy's steamy pussy. Gently she worked her tongue in tiny circles around the stiffening clit of her partner. Gently she eased a finger up to the opening of Suzy's bald beaver and gently pushed up inside. Once there she moved it about in a similar pattern that her tongue was making. Suzy's hips began to rock as the juices started running down the interior walls of her pussy. As Suzy passed the point of no return she grabbed her lover by the back of her head and held it against her crotch as she exploded in orgasm. Tanya's tongue lapped up and down her swollen pussy enjoying ever drop of honey she could get. After a few moments Suzy released her grip so that Tanya could get some air. Tanya crawled up next to Suzy and the two held each other in their arms.

"That was such a wonderful feeling to make you cum" Tanya told her new lover

"That was by far the best orgasm I've ever had" Suzy replied.

"Now lets get you out of those cloths" Suzy said as she began to tug at Tanya's shirt.

Between the efforts of the two girls they managed to get Tanya naked.

"Now it's my turn," declared Suzy

"You know what honey. You had a long trip, you are nice and relaxed and although I am very horny, I am happy to just hold you in my arms for now. In the morning when you are rested we can start up where we left off."

"You truly are a great friend. I missed you very much" Suzy said as her eyes began to fade.

"Goodnight love"

"Goodnight"

With that the two embraced in a passionate, lengthy kiss, held each other tight in their arms and fell asleep.




Old Friends



I often accompany my wife shopping. Many times just to see the young single and married women and fantasizing about seeing them half-naked or them sucking my cock in my car. As a married middle aged man I don't get the sex I used to and sometimes that's a problem and I have to take matters into my own hands so to speak.

A few times my wife would go with one of her friend. This story is about one of those times.

It was about 2:00 P.M. and I was half asleep watching some golf on TV when the doorbell rang. I got up and fumbled my way to the door and to my surprise I found a high school aged girl.

"Hi, I'm selling magazines for my school drama club." She said. That in itself was pretty common. We have alot of families with kids in our neighborhood. What suprised me was her dress, or should I say undress. 

"Wow!" I said under my breath and invited her inside. This young thing all of about 18 had a tight pair of shorts and a very loose tank top on to which she more than filled out.

You know I had to buy a couple of magazines from this little vixen just so she would stay around awhile. After what seemed like eternity of filling out the paperwork and staring at her young tits and ass as much as I could without being to damn obvious I had to almost kick her out of the house. I had a major hard-on and only having shorts on I didn't want her to think I was horned up for her, which I was.

"Thanks, Mr. Smith. I really appreciate it." She yelled running across the lawn.

"Not as much as me." I said to myself. Well, off she went. Wow! Quite a well-built young lady. I'm sure all the neighborhood boys are drooling over her. I know I was and I'm old enough to be her father. Hell, I was even rubbing my cock through my shorts thinking about her.

A few minutes went by and another knock at the door. Opening the door I saw a man about my age who had the young girls paperwork for my magazines and wanted to know my name. I was then thinking that maybe she went back to him and ratted me out for oggling over her.

I took the paper and said "yes, that's my name." 

"Henry Smith?" He questioned.

"Yeah, that's me."

"John Thompson. Remember me? Jr. high baseball?

"Oh shit John, how the hell are ya buddy? What's it been, 20 years?"

"Yeah Henry, at least 20."

"Come on in, relax, want a beer?"

"Sure Just let my call my daughter Sarah on the the Nextel." I heard them talking. He said he was going to stay and talk awhile. She said ok, and that she was going to go home anyway because she had got her quota which left us time to talk about old times.

"Gee Henry how long have you lived here in Palm Beach Gardens?"

"About 10 years." I told him. "Where are you these days?"

"Just down up road in Jupiter. We've been there some 15 years now." He said. All the while we were talking I saw that his shorts were bulging quite a bit. Just what the hell was he packing in there? I'm not one to go for guys, but how can you not see that looking at you.

We continued talking about old times, young lost loves and just getting caught up on stuff for the past 20 years. It seemed like with every story he had he would inch up alittle bit more in his chair.

I walked to the kitchen to get another beer and when I got back John half stood up to grab it and sat back down, but this time he was right on the edge facing me. Our chairs were about five feet apart. When I sat back down myself I saw that his cock was now hanging out of his shorts and laying over the front of the chair. I mean John had on regular length gym shorts and a couple of inches of his cock were exposed. This guy wasn't even hard yet and he's like this.

Well, Murphy's law won out. John finally saw me looking down at his manhood.

"I'm sorry Henry." Covering up himself. "This doesn't usually happen. It's just that the wife was doing the laundry and Sarah had this magazine thing to get done for school."

"Oh, it's cool John we're both guys here." Trying not to embarrass myself again. Looking at his cock and half laughing I said. "It must be a curse trying to hide something like that all the time."

Openly running his open palm up and down it's growing length. "The real curse Henry is when it gets hard." With that John stood up pulling his shorts to the side and showing me his entire thick shaft. 

Slowly stroking himself walking closer to me watching my astonishment. Watching his cock swelling even more.

John now stood right in front of my chair.

"Henry?" He asked. "Have you ever held another man's cock?"

"Oh my god John." I said as I stared at his swelling rod. "No I haven't, and I don't think I should....." Stopping me mid sentence he said. "It's ok buddy, you don't have to handle it." 

I was now eye to eye with his engorged head. "You don't have to hold it at all if you don't want to Henry." 

John kept slowly stroking his cock knowing what was going to happen. "What he really wants is a kiss. Go ahead. You want to kiss my cock don't you Henry?" With that he stepped closer resting his swelling member against my lips, gently leaning in waiting for me to make the next move.

By then I was overrun with lust. I threw caution out the window and lightly kissed his cockhead. Then again, and again. I was loving this and he knew it. John lifted up his cock and I knew he wanted me to do the same to his swollen shaft. I licked and kissed up and down to his balls. I was hooked.

After a few minutes John pulled away slightly and put his rock hard cock against my lips again. This time I opened my lips letting him inside. He gently pumped inch by inch easing himsellf in my mouth. Slowly, but methodically shoving about half his cock in until I felt him at the back of my throat.

I wanted more. With my hands I grabbed around the back of his thighs and pulled him even closer. Picking up speed forcing myself on him faster and faster. John grabbed the back of my head and was now face fucking me. 

I never knew sucking cock could be this erotic. I was making love to this man's cock. Then it happened. 

As he was pistoning in and out of my mouth I could feel his cock swell larger and I know what happens when my own cock swells. I could hardly catch my breathe he was fucking me so hard when the first shot of cum hit my throat. I couldn't believe I made John so fucking excited that he came. Pump after pump he filled my mouth. I had to do something with it so I swallowed and swallowed. I knew right then that was not the last time I would taste his cum.

After John calmed down alittle we finished our beers and talked about what had just happened. I confessed that was my first time sucking cock. We laughed a minute then his phone rang. It was his wife. He had to go. John thanked me saying it "relieved alot of tension." In my mind I thanked him for allowing me to suck his beautiful cock.

If you're in the Palm Beach Gardens, Jupiter area email me. Let's talk ...........



Old Friends



They had known each other for what seemed like an eternity.  Nothing was hidden or left unsaid between them. This lead to a strong, albeit rocky friendship at times. They both had their own lives and families, but they always managed to stay in touch.  Years would sometimes pass before they could see or even call, but time never weakened the bond. Now as luck would have it, they once again are united, as she was coming to town for a business convention. She is everything he wants in a woman and lover, but at the same time, they both know that it would never work out as a long-term relationship. Neither gives in and their competitiveness tears at the fabric that defines the friendship.

A call to the cell phone and idle chat soon develop into a dinner invitation. They agree to meet at a local place that serves quality food and offers a place to relax and chat.  As usual, he is early and finds her pulling into the parking lot as he is walking to the door. He waits for her, as his eyes widen to take in her form. She still takes his breath even after all these years.  

"You going to just stare or are we going inside?"

They laugh and find a table near the back.  The food is, as usual, very well prepared. Their conversation drifts form topic to topic. He cannot help but think about the past. He knows that what was can never be, but like a man dying of thirst he still wants to drink of her passion. 

His gaze slowly inches over each inch of her body not covered by the table. Her soft gently lines and skin intoxicate him. He wants her, no needs her. Of all the lovers he has had, she stands out among them. Something about her beckons him like a moth to a flame. No one makes his blood burn with desire like she does.  

Reaching for the last breadstick their hands meet briefly. It is as if a bolt of lightning shoots through him.  Instantly he is taken back. That last kiss weighs heavily on his mind. Trying to follow the conversation is hard now.  

All he wants is to take her, damn the consequences and morale dilemmas his hunger grows with each word from her delicate mouth.  He can smell the sweetness of her skin. Want turns to need and need turns to unbridled lust. Her leg brushes against his and he jumps as if mule kicked. 

"What is up with you, are you all right, you look like you are on trial for your life."

"S-sorry, I was just startled."

"Is something wrong you seem elsewhere tonight."

If he tells her she will leave and that will be the end of it, but it he lies she will probably see through his façade and leave too. 

"I umm well it is my problem. I am sorry forgive me."

The finish dinner and stroll outside. The night air is warm and hints of rain. 

"Would you like to walk along the river to burn off some of dinner she asks?"

He needs no prodding. The walk and talk and his hand brushes hers again. This time she takes it. The light is fast fading and a subtle glow illuminates the two against the water.  His heart is hammering and he feels like he is floating. Does she know how her simple touch affects him? Does she care? 

The path turns to into a wooded area. The sit on a bench and enjoy the cicada's nightly serenade. She is so close now, he wonders if she can sense his longing.  A cool breeze spurred by the coming rain chills the air. She shivers only slightly. 

"Here take my jacket, he offers."

She instead moves closer too him. Her hair fragrant with the smell of flowers and warm skin now ever so close to him. He looks into her eyes and becomes intoxicated with lust.  

"Your eyes speak of naughty things she giggles."

"What are you talking about?"

"You think I did not notice your swollen cock pressing against your trousers."

Now he was caught. Like a treed bear, he had nowhere to hide. I am sorry I just can't help it, was all he could reply. She smiled and moved her hand over his cock.  Her grip was firm as she gently stroked his cock.  "You like this don't you."

"Yes, I do, you feel so good and know just what drives me mad."

With that, she gently nibbled on his neck, he shivered and melted into her kisses.  He cupped her breast and traced circles around her swollen nipples. Kissing her way up to his lips and finally lightly kissing them. 

He was consumed by need now. His hand moved downward and soon found the furnace that burns between her thighs. Her legs opened to admit his errant hand. He massaged her mound and the heat between them grew. She moved to straddle him and tore open her blouse sending buttons flying everywhere. 

Burying his head into her bosom, kissing, and nibbling. Thankfully, her bra unhooked from the front and soon it was open freeing her sweet orbs.  Her swollen nibble tasted like honey in his mouth.  Her hand had undone his belt and pants freeing his cock. She now had her grip firmly on his bare shaft. She rubbed it against her groin as she moved to the various pleasures he presented. 

"I need you, I want you so badly."

"Shhh, she hissed all in good time."

Precum now made his cock slick as she stroked it slow and hard. Suddenly she moved down and took his cock in her mouth. Her tongue wrapped around it as her teeth raked his shaft. Nibbling at the opening on his cock head nearly made him cum right there. 

Her head began to bob up and down as she sucked him faster and faster. He was quickly reaching the edge as she broke off and finished him with her hand. His load covering her fingers and his shirttail as they enjoyed a long deep kiss. 

"You're still hard and I want some loving now she purred."

Pulling her pants down, she with cat like grace leapt upon the bench and straddled his face. Her musk filled his nostrils and set his body on fire. He moves in sucking her clit to his anxious tongue. 

Long hard strokes against the swollen bud were met with her hips grinding into his face.  Her sweet juices flow into his hungry mouth as he nibbles and sucks, sending his tongue deeper inside. She grabs his hair and pulls him closer to her as she fucks his face. He fears she may break his nose but would never give up.  

She cums hard as he matches her every wave with a stroke from his tongue.  He grips her ass and pulls her to him. Her legs start to buckle and slowly she slides from his face. Landing in his lap, she recovers enough to slide his shaft into her slick pussy.  

Nibbling at his lips, she begins to rock and grind his pole. Her hips are magic as she rolls them and then sways from side to side. Her walls bear down and grip his shaft like a vise.  

Offering her tender breast to him, he suckles her as she moves. Her breath is ragged and her pace quickens. Her fingers dig into his back as she moves ever closer. Pulling his head back, she kisses him deeply and sucks his tongue hard.  Her body trembles as she cums in violent shudders.  

"Yes, that feels so good, I have missed your hot cock, she purrs."

Collapsing on him, she continues to shake while slowly grinding. He can't believe how hard his cock is and how bad he still wants her. She must sense it too. She moves off and leans over the back of the bench. 

"Come and get it".

He stands and moves behind her. Her ass is so sweet and her pussy so wet. He grabs her hips and slowly starts to move inside of her.  Her breath catches and her hips swivel to meet him. Slowly he starts to pump her sweet hole as she meets each thrust with a thrust of her own. 

"Harder baby, harder, she purrs."

There bodies slam into each other. Her hand moves down and teases her clit as he moves inside of her. He kisses the back of her neck and nibbles on her shoulder and spine.  "Faster baby, fuck me hard and fast."

He is loosing control now and a more primal need surfaces. Grabbing her hips, he begins to slam into her ass and his balls slap it hard with each thrust.  She moves her legs further apart and raises her ass higher to match his vigor. 

Nothing seems to exist around them. Rain is now falling but neither can feel it. Steam rises from the lovers as the writhe in passions grip. His hands now grip her shoulders as the move. Deeper and deeper inside.  

Pushing him away she turns and stands he pulls her close and bracing against a light pole impales her once again on his cock. Her leg wraps around him using the other for balance. The kiss and bite, grope and claw, like two animals driven only by carnal need. 

His cock tenses and his ball tighten. She is trembling as he explodes deeply inside of her. Slowly the machinery winds down and they hold each other in the pouring rain. The heat of their bodies in stark contrast to the cool rain that runs over their bodies. 

Gathering their clothing, they walk back to their cars. A longing kiss and they part. Who knows if they will ever meet again. For now all there is, are sweet passionate memories.



Old Friends



I called asking for my old friend Lynn. "Hi Lynn, my name is Charles Bayer. I am going to be in town next Monday and I am interested to buying a new home out there. Would you be available to show me a few houses?"

There was a slight pause on the other end of the line and I knew she was thinking about my voice. "Let me check." I could hear her turning pages I her date book and then she came back on line. "Yes I am open that afternoon."

Not wanting her to hear me talk any more I made it quick. "Fine I will see you about 1:00." And I hung up.

When I hung up the phone my mind went into over time as I thought about how much it sounded like some on I on the phone. I just could not put my finger on whom. It bugged the hell out of me and then that Monday morning as I poured my self a cup of coffee it hit me. I smiled to my self as I turned looking at my husband. "Charles Bayer my sweet ass!" I giggled as I sat down and buttered some toast. "Well if you are coming all the way out here to see me I might as well wear something you will like."

I walked into the real estate office and up to the receptionist. "Hi, I am Charles Bayer and I have an appointment with Lynn."

"Have a seat and I will get her." She smiled as ask called Lynn. "Mr. Bayer is here to see you. Ok." She smiled as she hung up. "She will be right out."

It was just a couple of minutes when I heard her high heals clicking on the floor as she walked down a hallway. She turned the corner wearing a little blue flowered summer dress that buttoned down the front and was mid thigh in length. She had on matching blue high heals and she had her long brown hair loose so it flowed around her face.

Smiling as she walked up to me she acted like she had never seen me before as she held her hand out. That perfect smile with laughter in her eyes made my heart race as I took her hand. "Hello Mr. Bayer. I am Lynn it is so nice to meet you! If you will come back to my office we can go over some of the properties I have to show."

I watched how her dress moved around her thighs and how her hips moved as I fallowed her to her office. She pointed me to a chair. "Please have a seat." I did as she asked and watched as she sat down letting her dress pull up just a little past mid thigh. Lynn was all business as she talked to me about what I was looking for in a home and after about 20 minutes of that she said, "Ok then I have a few places that we can go and look at if you would like."

I watched as she uncrossed her legs. "Yes, yes that would be fine. I looked up from her legs and into her smiling eyes. "I would love to see what you have to show me."

"I am sure." She said as we walked out of her office and stopped at the front desk.

"I want to run to my car and get my camera so I can get some pictures to show my wife."

"Ok. I will only be a second here."

Lynn was waiting at the office door for me when I got back. "My car is right here." She said as she moved to a mine van in the parking lot. She it the button and the door unlocked as she walked to the other side. 

I quickly climbed in and watched as she put her left leg up and slipped in. Some how she had undone the bottom 2 buttons of her dress and as it opened and slipped up her thighs became exposed all most to her panties!

"Lynn would you mind if I took some pictures of the scenery as we drive?

Not dropping our game as I thought she would she smiled "Oh no Mr. Bayer! That will be fine!" My cock stiffened in my pants. "Please feel free to take all the pictures you want!"

I snapped off a few of her enjoying how high her dress was on her legs until way to quickly we pulled up into a driveway. "Well here we are." She turned off the car and opened the door and I did the same. When she walked around the van some how she had opened one more button so that now her dress was open up to her crotch!

I took a couple more photos as she lifted one leg putting her purse on her knee as she made a big deal of looking in it for a key. Just a hint of whites was exposed to my camera and me as she moved and I hoped I had caught it as I snapped away. 

She put the key in the door and pushed it open. "I think you will like what you see here Mr. Bayer."

"I am sure I will."

Lynn opened the rest of the buttons on her dress as she walked into the living room. She stopped at the fireplace posing for me moving this way and that as I took picture after picture of her in her sheer white panties and matching bra.

Her nipples grew hard as she walked past me and into the kitchen letting her dress slide off of her shoulders and onto the floor! "I think you will like what you see in this fully equipped kitchen. You could really cook in here." She said as she stopped by the stove. Her thong panties pulled up tight into her ass crack as she bent opening the oven door! 

She looked back over her shoulder at me. "Don't you think this would be a fun place to eat something?"

"Yes, yes I do!"

Still smiling she stood up and pointed out the back door. I turned to look at what she was showing me. "The back yard is very privet. Come on let me show it all to you!"

When I turned back to her she had let her bra drop to the floor turning her 36 d breasts loose and as she walked past me her right nipple brushed my arm!

I continued to take pictures of her as she posed topless in many places around the pool and back yard. My cock was so hard it hurt as she sat on the end of the diving board with her legs open wide showing me how her panty crotch had slipped between her lips fully exposing there puffy pink sweetness to me!

"Have you seen enough of the yard? If you have I would like to show you the master bed room."

"I am sure that will be fine!" I said letting her see how hard I was as my cock pushed out the front of my shorts

This time she made no effort to hide it as she stood and watched my eyes as she slipped her panties off over her hips and let them drop to the concrete deck and as she walked in front of me wearing nothing but her blue heals I took more pictures of her.

I fallowed her back into the kitchen, down a short hall and then into a big master sweet. "I think you will enjoy this room!" she said as she sat down on the floor. "I have something very special to show you now!" she leaned back on her elbows watching me as I took a couple more pictures of her as she opened her legs fully exposing her self to me.

The light from the flash shone on her wetness with each pop until I could stand it no more and put it down. I moved between her open thighs and as she pulled on the back of my head began kissing her wet pussy lips!

She made a soft sound as I slipped my tongue between her lips tasting her wetness for the first time. I licked up bumping her clit then back down until her opening was under my tongue! I speared her with it making her moan as I pushed it as deep into her woman hood as I could! She held my head as I tongue fucked her until I could do it no more! I pulled it out and licked slowly up to her clit sucking it into my mouth as I bumped it with my tongue!

A deep moan came from her as she wrapped her thigh around my head as she came! I put my hands under he ass lifting it up as she trembled under me Cumming again until she could take it no more and pushed me away!

Lynn was trembling and moaning softly as I moved up and took her in my arms kissing her deeply letting her taste her self on my lips.

After a moment she pushed me back. "Come on Mr. Bayer. I have one more house to show you." She smiled as she slipped her summer dress on over her naked body. "And I am sure you will like what you get there to!"



Old Friends



*Knock Knock*

He answered the door. The first thing he saw was a pair of deep brown eyes surrounded by locks of alternatively purple hair. He gazed at her. She reached in and hugged him.

"Hey babe long time no see, how you been?"

He backed up and let her through the doorway his eyes caught the size of her bountiful breasts. They must have at least been a C if not a D. His eyes slid down her very female curves enjoying ever bit of it. He began to feel a slight pressure growing in him.

He replied "I've been fine; things are going great, though I have really missed seeing you. How are you?"

Her eyes caught his; he noticed her eyes occasionally glancing down at his pants.

"College has been a bit tuff but I'm dealing with it well. I got a great roommate, she's a real sweetheart. I see the Army has been treating you pretty well, you know I like men in uniform"

The thought of her and the roommate crossed his mind quickly; quite a pleasurable thought it was at that. But then his full attention when back to her. She was so pretty he regretted never taking a chance with her back in high school. A finely fuckable woman she had made her self into. The choppy black skirt graced her long legs, legs that lead up to a place he had always wanted to be. He thought of her sweet and tender pussy, bubblegum pink and it being all his. His to do what he wanted with.

"Come sit on the couch with me, we have got a lot to catch up on" he invited

They sat down and began to share stories. Stories of boot camp and crazy college parties. With bits of playful flirting through out. The conversation came to a stop when they both relized her hand had been on his thigh for a while. She looked at him eyes quivering with love and passion.

She said "I know I never told you but I always figured you could do better then me, but I love you and I have for quite a long time. And I didn't want to lose out on this opportunity to let you know how I felt."

He replied simply "I love you too."

She kissed him. Sliding her tongue just a little ways into his mouth. They pull apart. He looks at her, grasps her hand and leads her to the bed room. He sits down on the bed. She startles his lap pushing him down on to the bed. While she kissed him, he could get his mind off her breasts that rested against his chest. He reached down and pulled her shirt up and off her. Revealing her beautiful tits held back buy a red bra. That was next to come off.

Soft pink nipples on full breasts, his cock was beginning to hurt from the pressure of his jeans. She sat back a smile on her face and her nipples perked on the tender breasts. She began to undo his jeans. An ecstasy swept him. Just thinking of what would happen next made him even harder. She slid her hand into his jeans and pulled out his rock hard cock. She moved back up and onto him pushing his head back and kissing his lips. She push her hips down on to his, to his surprise she wasn't wearing any panties. Her warm and wet pussy teased his cock. All he could think about was putting it in her. She rolled her hips back enough for him to stick the head of his cock in her tight cunt. The both let out a moan.

"I've wanted this since I first met you" he said to her

"Me too" she replied

She begins to ride him. Her warm wet pussy slipping up and down his cock. She tightened and released the muscles inside her, around his throbbing cock. He turned her over so she lay beneath him. He trusted his hips hard on to her. She moaned and squirmed with pleasure. He reached down and grabbed her ass pulling her up and closer to him. He repeatedly squeezed her supple ass cheeks. Pounding her harder and hard until she screamed out an opera like note. His balls began to hurt with semen. Her juices covered his cock. With an intense release he came inside her. His massive load seeming to never end. She let out another pleasurable note.

He released her back down onto the bed. They both panted; sweeping sweat from her brow she sat up and moved next to him. She whispered

"Mind if my roommate joins in next time?"



Old Friends



They had been friends for a long time, my wife Debbie and her best friend Denise. They grew up together in a little town in upstate New York and although Denise had moved to Las Vegas at age 15, they had managed to stay in touch, visiting each other as often as they could. We had made the trek west to stay with them a few times in the last 10 years, going to see the Grand Canyon and Hoover Dam along the way. They would come east quite often since Denise still had a large family here and we spent as much time together as people that lived 2,500 miles apart could spend. Denise's husband Jeff and I had become pretty good friends, usually sneaking in a round of golf and a few beers whenever we got together.

They had come to western New York this year. The four of us and our children spent a day at Niagara Falls, saw the usual sights, rode The Maid of the Mist, saw the sights, battled the tourists, you know the drill. A couple of days later, was golf day. Jeff and I hit the country club while Debbie and Denise went to the spa for the day, our children spending the day with their respective grandparents. Their plan as usual was to get a facial followed by a pedicure, then top it all off with a deep massage. They tried out a new spa and found that with the exception of lunch, they spent the entire day separately, each being worked over by a specific massage therapist. They rejoined each other at the end of the day, got dressed, still 'oohing' and 'aahing' from the wonderful massage and walked to the car, Debbie with an unusually large grin on her face. As they drove, Debbie recounted her day, starting with the facial and ending with the massage, she said that she definitely wanted to return to this particular spa on her next visit. Denise had chimed in as Debbie spoke, adding commentary from her own experience to each piece of the story. When Deb had finished, she sat quietly for a couple of minutes until, noticing her silence and the unusual look on her face, Denise asked, "Are you all right?" 

"I didn't tell you everything about the massage," she said.

"Okay....What didn't you tell me?" Denise asked, confused.

"I don't know if I should.... I mean..... I feel so Ashamed." Debbie stammered.

"What are you talking about? What the hell happened in there?" Denise pleaded, pulling into a nearby parking lot and stopping the car. "Come on, this is me you're talking to, what's going on?"

"Okay, remember I told you that my massage therapist was a woman?" Debbie asked.

"yeah, so?"

"Well, when they told me I was going to have a female therapist I was taken back a bit. I have never had a woman give me a massage before, and well, I thought about asking if there were any men available. Then she came out and there's this very friendly looking woman, who is quite beautiful, holding her hand out and saying, 'It's nice to meet you, Debbie, my name is Lynette, I'll be your Therapist today.' I figured what the heck, how bad could it be. She seemed so nice, you know, plus I didn't want to hurt her feelings, so I just went with it."

"Okay...that doesn't sound so bad, then what?" Denise said.

"We get back to the room and she asks me to get on the table, so I did, face down. She started with my shoulders, and although I was a little tense at first, she was doing such a fantastic job, that I forgot all about being nervous. She told me that she really liked my hair, that she had thought about getting hers done the same way, blah, blah, blah, you know, the usual stuff. I asked if she had any kids and she said that she did and she told me about them. So, I told her about mine."

"Then I put my head back down and she got back to work. I'm telling you right now, it was the most incredible massage I've ever had. Just Incredible! So anyway, she's working on my back and I am just in heaven, my eyes are closed, I'm practically drooling it's so good. As she works her way down, she doesn't stop at my waist, she kept right on going and spent a few minutes kneading my ass! I'm telling you it felt so wonderful that I had no desire to stop her."

"Oh my god!" Denise replied, "Do you think we should complain to the management?"

"Hold on a second," Debbie stopped her, "There's more. As I was saying, she's working on my ass, and keeps right on going down my legs. At some point she told me that I looked pretty good for my age, I said thanks, and then she said 'Could you spread your legs a little so I can get at your thighs.' So I did, I didn't really even give it a thought, she just kept working away. After a few minutes on one leg she switched to my left leg and began the same process, but as she's doing it, I feel her brush up against my vagina."

"Oh my god! What did you do?" Denise exclaimed.

"Nothing just yet, I thought maybe she had slipped and that it was just an accident. So I kept my head down and kept enjoying the massage, until it happened again, and then a few seconds later, again. So I'm thinking, okay, three times is no accident, but all the while she just keeps going with this fantastic rubdown, and I'm having trouble getting up the nerve to ask her to stop because it just felt so damn good. Then, on top of it all, I started to get a little wet down there!" 

"I cant' believe this!" Denise said. "All I ever get is your basic massage!"

"So you're not grossed out?" Debbie asked. "I thought You'd be totally disgusted."

"I'm not disgusted, I'm just in shock." Denise answered, "These things have crossed my mind now and then, although I've never acted on it. But who cares, is that all that happened?" 

"No, it's not all. After she touched me there the third time, she said to me, 'Can you spread them just a little farther? I want to make sure you get your money's worth.' And I did! I still can't believe that I did, but I did."

Denise was reduced to shaking her head in disbelief, but motioned with her hands to continue.

"So she starts rubbing me again, but this time, as she reaches the top of my thigh she gives me a firm rub right up my slit! I was so wet I couldn't believe it! I don't know what came over me, It just felt so damn good, I actually spread my legs a little further! By now she takes the hint and starts rubbing me only there. As she did she slipped her middle finger into me just a little and starts rubbing my clit. She started to work more and more right on the good spot, but she would stop every so often to slip a finger into me all the way, then back out and play with my clit some more. The whole time I'm moaning like a madwoman, I can't believe you didn't hear me!

"I didn't hear a thing, the rooms must be soundproofed." 

"Anyway, so I'm groaning away, I've got my hands up on the headrest, hanging on for dear life and the whole time she keeps going faster and faster. I was so caught up in it, it took a few minutes for me to realize that my butt was up off the table so she could get into me further. Then I realize that I'm moving my hips to keep rhythm with her, and my god it felt good! After about 30 more seconds with my ass in the air, I let go with an incredible orgasm, you know, the dig your nails into whatever's handy kind. It must have lasted for at least a minute. When I finally calmed down, she said, 'Okay let's finish you up now' like this was just part of the standard service. In fact, when she was through she even shook my hand and said 'It was very nice to meet you Debbie, I hope you'll come back and see us again someday'." 

Denise sat there incredulous, staring through the windshield into space. After a few moments of silence, she said, "Holy Shit!" To no one in particular.

"You probably think I'm a total slut." Debbie said, lowering her eyes.

"No I don't! I think anyone in the same situation would have done the same thing!"

"Really?" Debbie said, perking up a bit.

"No one can be held accountable for anything they say or do when they're feeling that good. After all, it's not like you went there looking for it, right?" 

"Right, that's true."

"I'm pretty sure I would have done it, and besides, most guys have a fantasy about two chicks getting it on. I'll bet if you tell Dan about it, he'll just get a giant boner and want to do you." Denise replied matter-of-factly.

"Yeah, you're probably right, he talks about it all the time!" Debbie said.

"Those two are so alike," Denise said putting the car in gear and pulling back out into traffic. "What time are they supposed to be back at the hotel anyway?" 

"Within the hour I would say, why? Debbie answered, noticing a strange smirk on Denise's face.

"Maybe we could put on a little show for them when they get back, just to mess with'em, what do you think?" Denise said, glancing at Debbie, an eyebrow raised.

"I think that would be pretty funny." Debbie chuckled. "The looks on their faces would be priceless."

"So what should we do?" Denise asked.

"We could just be under the covers making out when they walk in!"

"Oh my god! That'll be so funny. We'll have to call an ambulance, 'cause they're both gonna have a heart attack!" Denise added. "We've got to do this!"

"Okay, I'm in." Debbie said, settling things.

They made small talk on the ride back to the hotel, pausing every so often to look at each other and giggle uncontrollably. They parked the car and walked into the hotel, through the lobby to the elevators, each trying to suppress a grin as if they were the only ones to know a great secret. Arriving at the room, they found it empty, as they had suspected it would be, and began to put the plan into effect. They each stripped to their underwear, dimmed the lights and sat on the bed to watch a little TV and wait. A half-hour passed when Denise suggested they call us to try and get an idea of when we would be back. Debbie made the call. "Are you guys finished playing? We're waiting to go out for supper with you guys." 

I replied, "We're done playing, we just stopped off for a beer on the way back. We should be there in 15 minutes or so. Will that work for you?" 

"That's fine, we'll see you then," She said and hung up the phone, turning to Denise and grinning. "They'll be here in 15 minutes." 

"Perfect." Denise answered, "Hopefully we can stop giggling by then." They climbed under the covers and checked the clock, each noting the estimated time of arrival to be 5:05pm, current time, 4:50pm. They lay there and watched the end of Oprah, something about prostitutes getting help with their inner demons. 

As the commercials came on at the top of the hour, Debbie turned to her friend and said, " I'm a little nervous about this, I've never kissed another woman, look at me I'm shaking!" 

"Deb!" she cried, "It's me! You never have to be nervous about anything with me!" She took my wife in her arms and pulled her in for a big hug. Hugs are different somehow when you're under the covers, half-naked and it felt a little different to both of them. When they pulled apart they each took a little tingle with them.

They lay there just looking at each other for a minute or so. Denise spoke first, "When you were telling me about what happened earlier, I.... I was getting pretty horny."

"You too?! I was all worked up just telling you the story!" Debbie said, feeling relieved.

At that moment Deb leaned in to her best friend and kissed her, firmly and passionately on the lips. Their arms wrapped more tightly around each other as their lips met again and again, their heads moving from side to side, but locked in a powerful embrace. When they finally parted, Debbie breathed, "Well that ought to be convincing enough!" She barely got out the words before Denise pulled her close for another kiss, this one more passionate than the last. Their tongues explored each other's mouths as if there were an unspoken passion between them that had simply never been acted upon and they needed to make up for lost time.

I hung up the phone and returned to watching the ball game above the bar in front of me and nursing my beer. A few minutes later, Jeff returned from the rest room and sat back down on the stool next to me. "I just got a call from Deb," I said "They're waiting for us at the hotel so we can go to dinner. I told them we'd be there in 15 minutes."

"They're done already?!" Jeff said. "Usually the spa is an all day affair for them, I thought they'd be at least another hour." 

"I suppose there's no real hurry, we can give them a little extra time, all I need to do is change clothes." I said, and ordered another beer for each of us.

Debbie and Denise were locked in embrace. Their arms wrapped completely around one another, hands rubbing up and down mostly naked backs and asses, exploring each other's bodies. Each had a leg brought up in between the legs of the other, applying a little pressure. Their breathing had increased dramatically and the sounds coming from them were of two starving souls finally finding nourishment as they devoured the other's mouth, neck and ears. My wife found Denise's bra closure and unhooked it, the two of them separating just long enough to pull it out from between them. Denise then returned the favor. Their naked breasts rubbing together offered an indescribable feeling that only increased as they rubbed them back and forth across each other, hardening their nipples and making them moan even louder. Before long, each of them had a noticeable wet spot on the front of their panties.

Debbie pulled away from her long enough to look at the clock and say, "Oh my god! The guys will be here any minute!" 

"I don't care." Denise breathed back, "I'm too horny to stop." 

Their mouths returned to the exploration of the other. Deb ran a hand down her friends leg and pulled it from between her own legs, then pushed her over a bit to allow her access to Denise's very wet front side. Sliding a hand beneath Denise's panties near her hip, Debbie began to inch them down over her friends behind. Denise Lifted herself a little off the bed and reached down to help with removal, then threw her panties aside. Grabbing Debbie's hand, she guided it toward her vagina, placing it directly on her slit and moving it gently up and down until Debbie took over. As Debbie rubbed, she parted the lips with her middle finger, exposing her wetness and moved up and down finding her clit and lingered around it with each upward stroke. Denise had buried her face in Debbie's neck, moaning out the words, "Oh Deb, that feels so good!" Denise reached down, again covering Debbie's hand with her own and pushed two of Debbie's fingers deep into her, arching her back and moaning loudly as they went. Denise was in another world, nearing an orgasm of epic proportion, her best friend's fingers thrusting deep inside her. She reached under Deb's hand and found her own clitoris, which she circled vigorously with two fingers. With her head thrown back she began to yell, "That's it baby! That's it Debbie! I'm coming! Oh god I'm Coming!" Her body locked and quivered as the waves passed through her. Her hand had come down over Debbie's again and held it hard against her as she came down from the ecstasy. When she caught her breath, she brought her hands up to either side of Debbie's head and pulled her in for a deep kiss.

"Oh Deb, that was the best, thank you so much!" Denise gasped, between kisses. "I hope you'll let me return the favor. I never thought I'd hear myself say this to a woman, but..... I really want to make you come."

"Well, I'll never be more ready than I am right now!"

With that, Denise wriggled out of the bed, throwing the covers on the floor and then kneeling on the floor between my wife's legs, which were shaking. Denise tried to calm her down with a little rub up and down each leg. She moved into position, putting one of her fingers in her mouth for a little lubrication then used it to rub slowly up and down Debbie's very wet slit. It went in easily and found her clit swollen and ready for action. Debbie jumped at the first touch of her clit, but soon closed her eyes, lay her head back and enjoyed the feeling. After a minute or two, Denise removed her finger propped herself on her elbows and slid her tongue up Debbie's crack for her first taste of a woman. "Oh Deb," She said, "You're delicious." Debbie reached down with both hands and tugged her lips apart, exposing her clit for Denise's tongue. She immediately went to work on it, circling it, flicking it, sucking on it lightly. It didn't seem to matter what she did, Deb loved it all, moaning loudly and occasionally caressing the back of Denise's head as she worked on her burning vagina.

I slurped down the last gulp of my beer and followed Jeff to the door, checking my watch as I walked, it was already 5:15 and we had about a 10 minute drive to the hotel. Oh well, I thought, we'll think up some excuse on the way to explain our tardiness. On the way we discussed various possibilities for supper, and talked a little trash about our favorite football teams. Arriving at the hotel, we wandered in, found an empty elevator and took it up 11 the floors to their room. The hallway floors were covered with a very thick carpet which masked our footfalls and brought us silently up to the door. We could hear some noises through the door, but were unsure of what they were at first. As he searched his pockets for the card key, we began to decipher the noise, it sounded like moaning, it sounded like our wives were having sex! I looked at Jeff and whispered, "Is that what I think it is?"

"Yeah, I think it is," he whispered back. Our doubts almost immediately wiped away by the sound of Denise's orgasm.

"That's it baby! That's it Debbie! I'm coming! Oh god I'm Coming!" We heard faintly but clearly through the door. Not sure what we should do, I walked quietly back toward the elevator motioning for Jeff to follow.

When I thought we were out of earshot I said, "Holy Shit! They're getting it on in there! What do you think we should do?"

"I don't know about you," He said. "But I want in on the action!"

I thought about it for a moment and said, "Okay I'm in, but whatever happens in there, I want to make sure there'll be no hard feelings." 

"You've got a deal," he said , offering his hand , which I shook.

"Let's go." I said.

We walked quietly back to the door, Jeff with card key in hand. This time we heard the muffled moaning of my wife obviously in the throes of passion. As he inserted the card in the door, we heard Denise say very clearly, "Oh Deb, you're delicious." We looked wide eyed at each other and I gave him the nod, "Let's go," I whispered. He withdrew the card and it made a small click. He turned the knob quietly, opened the door and we both walked through. They had a suite for the week and the master bedroom was across a small living area. The bedroom door was slightly ajar and we could hear the moaning coming from there. Tiptoeing across the floor, we reached the door and Jeff reached out and pushed it in slowly, not making a sound. I couldn't believe my eyes, My wife was lying on her back near one side of the king-sized bed, her legs spread wide and her knees in the air. Kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed was Denise, her face buried between my wife's legs, both as yet unaware of our presence.

Jeff and I looked at each other, then looked back at the scene in the next room and immediately started to disrobe. The clank of my belt buckle startled my wife, and she picked her head up. She looked right at me and smiled, knowing that I had always had a fantasy about her with another woman. Then closing her eyes, she laid back to enjoy the tongue-lashing that Denise was giving her. Jeff entered the room first , his pecker standing at attention, and after pausing briefly to make a choice, made his way along side the bed toward my wife! He stood next to the bed facing Debbie with his cock pointed right at her face. He looked at me, obviously waiting for my approval and I gave a shoulder shrug that said 'what the hell'. He reached out and pushed the hair away from my wife's face. Startled, she looked over at him, glanced down at his stiff cock, wide-eyed, then looked over at me as if asking for permission. I waved her toward Jeff, giving her a smile then motioned toward Denise and they both nodded as if to say, 'Have at it!' By now, Denise must have known we were in the room, but gave no indication that she did, she just kept licking, faster and faster. 




Old Friends



Debbie wriggled her upper body toward the side of the bed a bit and with one hand grabbed Jeff's cock, inserting it in her mouth. She worked her tongue around the tip, spending some time on the underside and every so often pausing to plunge as much as she could down her throat, causing Jeff to throw his head back and groan loudly. As I watched my wife work him over, I knelt next to Denise and ran my fingers gently down her back. She stopped what she was doing to my wife long enough to look over her shoulder at me, smiled and said, "Don't stop". She then glanced at her husband, who returned her stare, grinned and nodded his approval. 

Denise continued to work on Debbie, but sensing my consternation about where I fit into this foursome, she lifted one leg, allowing me to climb under, which I did, and she lowered herself to my waiting tongue. With my arms under her thighs, I reached around over them, gently pulling her vagina open and exposing her clit. I immediately got to work on it, licking in a circular pattern, then back and forth, then up and down, trying to stick to the things that got the greatest reaction. She was beginning to moan, and her hips began to keep rhythm with me. 

She began to pick up the pace on my wife, who from the sounds she was making, was nearing orgasm. Jeff had added a meaty finger to Debbie's clit and was working it furiously. Denise had stopped licking and had plunged two fingers as deep as she could into Debbie's hot crack, working them in and out quickly, which I knew she loved. She was going to come at any second. She could no longer focus on the blowjob she was giving, but did manage to jerk his cock a bit as she let loose with an incredible orgasm. "AAAHHHHH!" she yelled, her body jerking violently as she was consumed by her climax. Jeff was forced to hang on to the hand that was hanging on to his cock for fear of it being torn from his torso. Jeff and Denise kept working on her until her massive climax finally subsided. 

When her breathing finally returned to something close to normal, she pushed Jeff's hand away and buried his cock in her mouth once again, slurping and sucking with reckless abandon. Her hand was still at the base of his cock, jerking him hard, as if pleading with him to come in her mouth. At the rate she was going, it wasn't going to take long. His breathing increased quickly and dramatically. He placed one hand on the back of her head and guided her repeated thrusts, faster and faster. "Oh shit I'm gonna come!" he yelled just before the first shot hit the back of my wife's throat. She gagged a bit, but plowed on, swallowing hungrily with each spurt of his come, and jerking him until he was empty. 

Meanwhile on the floor, I had Denise's full attention as she sat on my face. She was moving her hips now, front to back, as I flicked her clit as quickly as I could with my tongue. She had moved her hands up to her breasts, which she squeezed gently. Her eyes were closed tightly and she was biting her lip as she rocked faster and faster over my tongue. "OHHH, OHHH, OHHH, HERE IT COMES! OHHHH! OHHHHHH YEAH!" She yelled repeatedly as her orgasm overtook her. She shook violently, and pulled my face hard into her as she came, nearly asphyxiating me until finally it subsided and she lowered my head back down to the floor. She sat here for a minute, her hands on the floor next to my head, trying to catch her breath. She looked me in the eye and whispered, "That was really nice, Thank you," and she kissed me lightly on the cheek. 

When we looked up we saw two pairs of eyes staring at us. Denise got up went over to my wife gave her a little peck and said, "Sorry but I need to have him back." She gave her husband an elegant hug, looking into his eyes, holding him tightly, kissing him passionately. For Jeff's part, he was stiffening rapidly. He lay Denise back on the bed and entered her very slowly, easing his way in. "Mmmmm, that's it baby." She groaned upon taking his entire length. He continued with nice easy thrusts, pushing slowly all the way in, then back out nearly all the way, pausing then plunging slowly back in, each thrust bringing a low groan from each of them. 

My wife pulled me up from the floor and wrapped her arms around my neck, hugging me hard and kissing me. She pulled away from me slightly and breathed, "I need your cock in me." She turned around and put her hands on the bed, wiggling her ass in my direction. I pressed my cock against her, finding her moist slit and worked my member up and down it, lubricating the tip. When it was sufficiently lubed, I worked it easily into her, she was so wet it required almost no effort. At this point she decided I was going too slow and pushed back at me violently, burying me to the hilt. She then began a nice easy thrusting back at me. Her head was directly over Denise's and she put her head down, enjoying a kiss with her 'new' friend. I tried to get her attention back, pulling all the way out of her and pausing long enough for her to look over her shoulder and say, "Hey, get back in there!" Then plunging back in hard, taking her breath away. Before long Debbie was standing on her toes and had two fistfuls of bedspread, all the while tonguing her friend's mouth as if she would never get another opportunity. The sight of these two women, devouring each other was more than I could take and I came almost immediately. I tried not to make any noise and I kept right on thrusting as best I could, ignoring the extreme sensitivity in my cock, not wanting it to end and hoping I could stay right there for a second orgasm. I wasn't sure I could do it until I felt Denise's fingers on the underside of my sack. She had reached over and was alternately rubbing Deb's clit, massaging my balls, and occasionally shoving a finger into my wife right along the underside of my cock and matching my stroke. When I saw Debbie reach over to return the favor, I felt my cock reach full hardness again and began to assail her pussy with a furious barrage of thrusts. I knew she liked a good hard banging and I vowed not to let her down. I could tell the girls were getting very close as the moans had progressed to ragged panting as the two of us pumped into them as fast as we could. Denise grabbed her knees, pulling them up to her chest as her orgasm rocked through her. She practically sobbed with ecstasy, looking Jeff right in the eye as he plunged in to her as far as he could, grabbing her hands and hanging on as he unloaded everything he had into her. I had placed a lubricated finger at Debbie's anus and as her orgasm neared, I pushed it into her as far as I could. She threw her head back and yelled like a madwoman, "AAAHHHHH!" Her legs began shaking and I had difficulty keeping myself inside of her as she writhed back and forth and shook with pleasure. After about 30 seconds of yelling she realized that I still hadn't come, so she began using her vaginal muscles on me, pulling my cock with her pussy. It wasn't long before I grabbed her hips and forced myself into her as far as I could, unleashing a torrent of man juice. 

When I finally opened my eyes, our two companions had taken to sitting on the bed just watching us as we finished. "Are you guys through yet?, we're getting pretty hungry over here!" Denise asked with a chuckle. "I don't know if we can continue this without some nourishment." 

"Well, let me get a shower and we'll go." I replied. 

"Not without me you don't." Debbie said, following me to one of the bathrooms.

In the shower, we hugged and kissed and soaped each other. Enjoying each other as we hadn't in a long time. She explained that she and Denise were just planning a joke and that things just got out of hand while they were waiting. I assured her that I was perfectly Okay with it and that I loved her very much. 

Out of the shower, we quickly dried and threw on some clothes, meeting Jeff and Denise at the door. At dinner, there was no talk of what had happened in the hotel room, however Debbie did recount for us the incident at the spa, to which Jeff quipped, "My god woman, you're a sexual dynamo!" Drawing a friendly smack on the arm.

I was fairly quiet at dinner, in part because I was famished and was busy shoving food into my mouth, but also because I hoped by some miracle there would be a repeat performance after dinner, though I knew our children would probably be back too soon for that to happen. 

Returning to the hotel we found our children and Denise's Mom waiting for us. Our children ran to us and gave us the biggest hugs they could muster. I returned the hugs and kisses and told them I missed them, but couldn't help thinking about what had happened earlier. They flew home to Vegas the next morning after some tearful goodbyes. Walking from the airport Debbie turned to me and said, "I miss her already, It's not fair that we have to live so far away!" 

"You're right Honey, It's not fair at all!" 



Old Friends



They had met a few nights earlier, a chance encounter, to say the least.

It had been at least 12 years since they'd seen each other, 12 years since they had crossed paths in the hallways of their high school, way back in Montreal. 

How to explain, then, that they would meet in a narrow street in downtown Havana, where they had both gone on vacation. 

He had recognized her instantly. Sure, her silhouette had changed. For the better, mostly. Her body had filled out, she had put some meat on those long, lanky limbs that made her the laughingstock of the popular girls that all boys paid attention to in high school. But he had been drawn, now and then, by her eyes. A shade of blue he had barely seen, the kind you never forget, but can't quite describe. Think of the clearest ocean, and multiply it by a few hundred. And you might be getting close.

Annabella still had the most beautiful set of eyes he'd seen. The kind you could put in a glass case in a museum and sell tickets to see.

All it took for his long-lost, adolescent feelings about her to come back was a pat on his shoulder.

- John? she asked when he turned to her. John Savard?

Apparently, he had something she remembered quite well.

- Yes, he responded, his mouth wide open in shock.

They exchanged pleasantries for a few minutes. She was staying at a resort that happened to be just a few miles down the road from the place he was staying in. 

- The club at the resort is fantastic, she said. They play lots of different music, not just the techno crap that they play back home. And it's not too crowded. Why don't you join me tonight?

In five minutes, he went from being just some guy she vaguely knew from high school, to a dancing partner. And he liked it.

- What time should I be there?, he answered, all smiles.

- Well, I don't want to dance on an empty stomach. Come around seven, so we could grab a bite before heading out.

x x x

He spent the rest of the afternoon back at his resort, lounging by the pool, sipping a few drinks at the wet bar. He couldn't believe his luck. True, he had booked the trip in hopes of getting laid, leaving behind some bad memories of a short relationship gone sour and months of solo loving.

But, after four days, he had yet to find someone worth his time. Sure, he had had plenty of offers from the local, but he wasn't that desperate. Maybe on the last day...

He no longer had to worry about that.

x x x

When he got to her resort, she was waiting for him at the entrance of the restaurant. 

She was, to say the least, stunning.

She wore a long, white summer dress, which hugged her curvaceous hips and made her full bosom stand out. She had done her chesnut hair up in a bun, all the better to reveal a set of earrings and a necklace which, much to his amazement, matched her eyes perfectly. Someone, somewhere had found a way to duplicate that undescribable color. Awesome.

- Shall we, she said, looping her arm around his as they entered the restaurant.

x x x

They made small talk during the meal, catching up, telling old stories. They both laughed plenty. Their chemistry was that of longtime friends. 

The night looked promising, as their eyes met quite often, exchanging lust-filled looks, not hiding their feelings in the least.

- I'm stuffed, she said, exhaling heavily. The dancing will be more than welcome.

x x x

The night was still young, so the crowd inside the club was quite thin. There were about thirty tourists scattered around the place, about half of them at the bar, the other half split between the two dance floors (she told him there was one on each of the two floors).

They sat at the bar, their thighs nearly touching, their body language doing more talking than their lips as they drank rum and cokes. As she had done a few times during dinner, she frequently dropped a hand on his forearm as she told another story or laughed at one of his. But as time passed, her hand lingered a little longer each time. 

Not one to miss a hint, he started replying to her overtures, dropping a hand onto her thigh, gently brushing a finger up and down her toned muscles, circling around her knee, then back up again.

Her only reaction seemed to be to grip onto his arm a little tighter.

x x x

She excused herself to go to the ladies' room. He caught his breath, wiped his brow, and ordered another couple of drinks.

When she came back, she flashed him a wicked grin.

- The second-floor is open, and it's quiet, she whispered in her ear. They're playing some Gotan Project.

Without further ado, she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the stairwell.

Unlike the first floor, this dance floor was very dimly lit, and empty. Ordinarily, he would have shied away until there were more dancers on the floor, but having this woman treat him this way made him lose his inhibitions.

She pulled them to the centre of the floor, and turned to him. In the blink of an eye, she started gyrating her hips in perfect rhythm with the music. 

As he started to move slowly, trying not to make a faux-pas, she put her arms around his neck and pressed her body into his. 

He put a hand on the small of her back and let her hips direct him. The heat passing between them was nearly unbearable. He broke into a sweat in no time, hoping she wouldn't notice. 

But she had other things in mind.

She turned her back to him and pushed her derriere into his crotch. She slowly moved it in a sensuous motion, as she reached back to run her hands through his hair. He put his hands on her thighs and directed her hip movements, accelerating a little bit, before slowing her down again.

Smiling widely, she tilted her head back and pulled him to her. Their lips met in a fiery kiss.

As his lips left her mouth to taste her neck and her earlobes, he slowly let his hands travel upwards, running over her abdomen, her ribs, until they finally got to her breasts, which he gently kneaded through the thin fabric. She purred in his ear, her hips continuing their movement on his hardening crotch. 

She turned around, facing him. With a wicked smile, she licked her lips and held up one finger. She walked away, leaving him alone on the dance floor with a raging hard-on he was too stunned to try to hide.

In less than a minute, she was back. He hadn't moved. She seemed to be holding something in her right hand, but he couldn't tell what in the near darkness.

- Why don't we head back to my room?, she said in his ear as she dropped what she had been holding into the pocket of his suit jacket.

She turned around and headed for the stairwell.

He was about to chase after her, when he remembered to search his pocket.

He came out with a pair of mauve, lacy underwear, and a matching bra.

x x x

- Let's go by the beach, she said when he caught up with her. It's faster.

She took off her shoes and put her arm around his waist as they walked under the moonlight, the hot sand tickling their toes, before the soft waves washed it away.

When they were far enough from the club, she tackled him to the sand, falling on top of him as she dropped her lips on his. They lay there, kissing and petting in the wet sand, for what seemed like hours. 

Then, without breaking their kiss, she rapidly undid his belt and pulled out his stiff cock from his boxers. She massaged him for a few moments, changing the pace from slow to fast, then back to slow, before she broke their kiss and took him in her mouth. 

It took just a few able strokes of her tongue to make him come. She took him all in as he came, slurping up every single drop of cum like she was famished.

Without another word, she tucked his meat back into his pants, zipped him up, then got up and helped him to his feet.

They resumed their walked toward her room.

x x x

There was no need to turn on a light in the room. 

They had studied each other's body enough that night so that their hands were enough.

If they needed light, there was a faint glimmer of moonlight in the room.

When they were both naked, he lifted her into his arms and moved to the bed. He dropped her gently on her back and put her calves on his shoulders. He massaged and kissed her thighs, teasing her for a few minutes, until she was practically begging for his mouth to surround her engorged clit. 

He finally let his mouth move to her moist pussy and inhaled her feminine scent. It was a smell he had never got tired of.

While his hands still travelled up and down her entire body, stopping only to massage a calf or twist a hardened nipple, his tongue drew tight circles around her clit, leaving only to dive between her lips for a taste of her juices.

After a few minutes of this treatment, she came loudly, her body shaking violently under him. He kept at it, pinching both her nipples until she cried out again and her juices flowed out into his waiting mouth. He drank it in and let her legs fall to his side as he moved up her body, leaving a trail of her juices over her navel, between her breasts, on her neck, ending at her lips. They kissed for a brief moment, as she had to break it to catch her breath.

- Fuck me, she begged when her heartbeat came down a notch. I'm going to ride you until your cock turns purple.

And that she did.

She pushed him on his back and quickly lowered her slick pussy onto his throbbing member. He let her control the rhythm, as his hands explored her body, something which he thought at that moment he could never tire of. This body was a work of art which deserved to be properly admired and studied for hours.

Silently, she took his right hand away from her nipple and sensuously licked his index. She then guided it to her anus and pushed his finger inside her. He allowed her muscles to relax, then moved his finger back and forth in a steady rhythm. She had him lick her fingers, which she furiously ran on her clitoris.

After a few moments, she was bucking wildly on top of him, his rock hard cock buried into her moist folds, her hair and breasts moving from side to side, her movements barely controlled.

- Oh fuck!, she yelled out, obviously not caring about the neighbors. This is so fucking good! Fuck me harder, you stud! I love feeling your hard cock in me and your finger up my ass!

The dirty talk was all it took for his balls to tighten up. He shot his load deep into her, suddenly remembering that they had not bothered to use a condom.

She kept inside her, his dick refusing to go limp as she continued to move like a wild animal, until she came again and again.

Exhausted, she finally released him from her prison and fell on top of him. She looked at his crotch, where their juices had pooled together.

- You're a mess, she said. I can't let you go back looking like that.

With a few expert flicks if her tongue, the mess was cleaned up.

- I was thinking of staying for breakfast, he said as she looked up into his eyes.

- That could work. 



Old Friends



Julie sat on the couch as Mike walked in. They had not seen each other in a few years, so this meeting was long over due. Julie is about 5'4 with long black hair, beautiful breasts, and the perfect ass. Mike is 6'2 and toned, he considers himself to be quite the good looking guy.

When he entered, he could not help but stare at Julie in her low cut top showing just enough cleavage to keep your attention. They had always been friends and nothing more, but seeing her reminded Mike of the images that had gotten him off years ago. 

Julie was happy to see Mike, and when she noticed Mike staring at her chest she was slightly bothered by it at first, then she felt her nipples start to harden just a little bit at the thought of Mike checking her out. He was looking a lot better than the last time she had seen him, and she thought of maybe teasing him a little bit, but decided to save that for later.

Finally Julie said, "So how've you been?"

"Good, you look amazing."

Julie blushed a little and Mike sat down on the couch next to her, turning his attention to the tv to keep his eyes off her chest and the bulge in his pants from becoming to obvious, he leaned back to get more comfortable.

Julie noticed the bulge in his pants and decided it was a good time to tease him. She got up saying she was getting some water and let her hand 'accidentally' brush against his pants. Mike didn't notice her hand as his eyes were glued to her breasts as they hung before him. He could see almost too her nipple, and was becoming very aroused. Enjoying herself, Julie exaggerated her walk on the way out of the room, giving Mike a nice view of her ass as she walked. 

Julie returned with her water and this time sat across from Mike, spreading her legs slightly giving Mike a glimpse up her skirt. Mike thought he saw pussy but wasn't really sure, as if reading his mind Julie shifted slightly giving him clear view. Mike started to talk in an effort to keep his attention somewhere else knowing his lustful feelings would just end up with him masturbating when he got home, and if he kept looking he may not make it that long.

"So what are we gonna do today?"

"Well I was thinking we could go to concert tonight, but I'm kind of tired so I think we should just hang out her for a while. How long can you stay?"

"I got plenty of time."

"Nice." Julie smiled knowing that she had him and could probably get him to do whatever she wanted.

"Yeah it is, the place is nice."

"It's a good place to have parties, but I'm sure you don't wanna hear those stories."

"No, I do. Tell me about some of them, I know you gotta do some crazy shit here."

"Last week it got pretty crazy. It was a small party only like 10 people, but as the night got late everyone left except for this one guy who was spending most of his time with me." Julie wasn't sure how far she should go with the story, but was having fun with it. Mike was definitely interested and getting hornier by the second.

"I bet you two had a good time."

"We did. When everyone left he didn't waste any time. He said 'Oh Julie you're so damn sexy,' I couldn't resist that and when I felt his cock hardening as I sat on his lap, so I told him I would take care of that for him."

"Please continue, this sounds like a good one."

"Well I undid I his fly and his cock popped out of his boxers. It looked so delicious I just had to suck on it. It was good, I had him really going and he was starting to moan. I knew he was gonna come soon, so I stopped. He begged me to continue, but I told him he would have to earn it by eating me out."

"Harsh, but still a lucky guy."

"He was ready to go I barely had time to pull my thong off and his head was between my legs. He was sucking on me harder and faster than anyone ever had before. I had done similar things to guys before, but he was the closest to the brink I had ever taken a guy without finishing. He worked my clit furiously not wasting time teasing it, he just sucked on hard and fast. He flicked his tongue in and out. It was incredible, I don't think any guy has gotten me to orgasm faster, I came hard and covered his face with my juices he lapped it up. I told him he was a good boy and he would now get what he deserved. His cock was still rock hard, but I took my time teasing it with my tongue just licking the head. I could tell by the look on his face that he was about to blow, so I worked his cock all the way into my mouth. He shot glob after glob of hot come into my mouth and I hungrily swallowed it all. By this point I wanted his cock in me, but it was limp and I knew it wasn't gonna be of any use to me, so I said good bye and thanked him for the good time."

"What a way to start a conversation." Mike nervously laughed.

"Oh there's more to it, if you wanna hear it."

"Yeah, sure, keep going."

"Well I needed something inside me, so I went to my room laid out on my bed and pulled out my vibrator. That felt amazing, letting it vibrated inside me and thrusting it in and out in and out. That orgasm actually topped the one from earlier."

"Wow."

"Well I'm gonna make a sandwich, you want anything?"

"No thanks, I'm good."

Julie walked into the kitchen again, she was feeling hot after watching Mike's reaction to her story. She knew by the increasing size in his pants that his cock was pretty big, but wasn't sure if she wanted to see how much about it should could find out. 

Mike couldn't wait any longer, he ran to the bathroom and quickly dropped his pants and leaned over the toilet. He was really starting to get into it when he heard footsteps near the doorway to the bathroom. To his horror he realized he had not shut the door completely and saw Julie looking in at him.

"What are you doing?"

"Uh..." Mike had no idea what to say

"That because of my story?"

"Uh kinda"

"Oh, did I get you horny, did my sexy story and my cleavage turn you on?"

"Yes," Mike admitted sheepishly.

"Well you can go ahead and finish, no point in stopping now."

"You wanna help me finish it?" Mike had no idea where the boldness suddenly came from. Julie didn't respond, she just walked in and pushed Mike back away from the toilet and circled her fingers around his shaft. Mike felt his cock twitch in excitement. Julie started slowly stroking him with one hand while reaching her other hand between her legs and softly massaging herself.

She knew Mike wasn't going to last much longer and didn't want to make him wait, so she lowered her head around the tip of his cock slowly tasting the pre-cum that had formed their. She always enjoyed the salty taste of it. Then she suddenly stopped as an idea came to her mind. Feeling her stop Mike looked down at her longingly.

"Don't worry I wouldn't do that to you Mike I want to make this better for you," she said pulling off her top exposing her luscious breasts completely to Mike, "I want you to fuck my tits Mike, I want you to coat them with your come."

Mike didn't need to be told twice, with Julie's help he positioned his penis between her tits and started moving up and down, while Julie get her lips in the tip of his cock.

Mike couldn't take it for long as he felt his balls churn and he shot hot globs of come into Julie's mouth and onto her chest. As he started to lose steam Julie repositioned herself and sucked all the remaining drops of come from him she could.

"That was amazing," said Mike.

"I don't want to be eaten to Mike, you better get that thing hard again cause I want you to fuck me. I want to feel you inside me."

The talk was having the desired effect as Mike's cock quickly started to regain its form, Julie continued to massage her clit hoping it would get Mike going again. Seeing him start to harden she led him out of the bathroom and into her bedroom.

"I know you're feeling a little worn out so just lay back and let me do the work for now."

Mike didn't need to verbalize his response, he just lay back on the bed with his now erect penis sticking straight up. Julie straddled him and slowly lowered herself onto his cock. She was wet from fingering herself, so it slid in easily. Julie slowly started off by just grinding herself into Mike, rocking back and forth. Mike couldn't believe how good her pussy felt as it gripped his penis while she moved back and forth and beautiful breasts bounced up and down.

Julie continued this way until she felt herself starting to build towards orgasm. She pulled herself off and told Mike she wanted him to do her from behind and she wanted it hard. She positioned herself so her ass was against his abdomen and Mike slid his cock back into her sopping pussy. He started pumping it into her, slowly at first but quickly gaining speed. Julie felt him driving into her and his balls smacking into her. Her eyes closed as the ecstasy of her orgasm rushed over her. Mike fucked her straight through her orgasm and felt himself starting to build towards a second orgasm. He told her he wanted to come again.

She stopped him and said, "I'm not getting pregnant today, but I love the feeling of a cock in my ass."

Mike didn't waste time pulling out of her pussy and starting to lower his shaft into the crack of her wonderful ass. He could feel the tightness of her hole as his head started to penetrate. Normally he wouldn't have fit, but his cock was lubricated by Julie's juices.

Slowly he worked himself into her tight ass. He rocked back and forth slowly bringing himself towards orgasm. Julie felt this and started to wiggle her ass around his cock increasing the sensations he felt. He pumped into her until his balls were emptied into her.

"Wow Julie, why don't we hang out more often?"

"Maybe we will."



Old Friends



Hi there, my name is Michael Williams. I'm twenty-seven years old and have already had a very successful life, as I am the CEO of my own company, have a large, beautiful Tudor-style house in the mountains, every car I've ever dreamed of, - including an Aston-Martin Vanquish, my pride and joy - and am already a multi-millionaire. But I'm utterly and completely alone except for my work, house, money, and cars. And now that you know a little about me I shall tell you my story.

 It's three-forty-five on a Saturday morning by the designer watch on my arm as I'm driving on a two-lane highway through North Mississippi, and I found myself pondering the reasons for this trip, as I was blasting Godsmack on the Astons CD-player. I had gotten a collect-call at my office in Chattanooga about ten a.m. the previous morning from a room-mate of mine from college. Her name was Emily and I hadn't heard from her since I graduated, and learned that the intervening years were as bad for her as they were good to me. She ended up marrying the guy she had started dating her senior year, which ended terribly in divorce just two years into the marriage, I always thought he was a jerk so I wasn't too surprised though I did greave for her years lost. After the divorce, and not being able to find a job in her major, she moved back in with her mother in Tupelo, MS. 

She ended up with a job at one of those popular chain restaurants that offers frozen entrées and watered down mixed drinks for around ten bucks per person, so though she had some money it wasn't enough for her to yet get her own place yet so she remained at her mother's residence, and just in this last week her whole world was turned on end by tragedy. Her mother died from a major stroke, and as they were poor Emily sold the house in order to pay her mother's debts. To top it off she was fired from her job for missing work the entire week of the funeral in order to make arrangements and pay debts. I had had no clue until the phone call yesterday from her hotel room, and she explained to me what all had happened then went on, apologizing all the while, to tell me that she was now out of money and that the hotel was about to kick her out and that she had nowhere else to go and no one else to turn to. I told her that everything would be ok and that I was coming to bring her to stay with me for a while until she could get back on her feet.

I called her hotel's main office, and put another night on my credit card so she would have a place to sleep until I could get there early the next morning, then finished another fifteen hour work-day locked up my office building and was on my was without even grabbing a change of clothes.

It was with all this running though my head that I walked up to the door of her hotel room just a few minutes after eight. I checked my shoulder- length strawberry-blonde hair in my reflection in the window to make sure it was all still in the rather conservative pony-tail that I kept it in as I smoothed the brown wool suit that I had worn to work the previous day before I knocked on the door.

She immediately threw open the door and pulled me into a tight and tearful embrace. She still had the rocker-chick image that she favored in college, and was just as beautiful as I remembered her. I let her cry herself out into my suit before I said, "Well here I am, get your gear together and I'll check you out. If we leave now we can make it back by around four o-clock. I'll be back in a minute to put your stuff in the car."

Two weeks later and Emily had finally adjusted to the transition of living in what she called my 'mansion'. She picked out the BMW to make errands in and was really beginning to enjoy herself like she hadn't since her college days from what she had told me. I had given her a prepaid credit-card with around a grand on it so she could go shopping in the city.

It was around six in the evening on a Tuesday, when I came home early from the office to surprise her, for I had gotten us dinner reservations to on of the higher class restaurants in the city. We weren't the very private people which probably resulted from sharing a room and sometimes a bed together when we moved into that first apartment for the both of us back in our college days. I was walking towards the library room, when I heard moaning coming from the bedroom I had given her. I didn't notice that they were in fact moans from pleasure, and was in fact afraid she might be crying again when I saw through her door that she was pleasuring her self with a seven inch, pink dildo. I was instantly aroused by what I saw, Emily was fucking her plastic cock with enthusiasm I had never before seen, as most of my sexual experiences were achieved through an expensive escort service. She was attention was entirely devoted to fucking the dildo, so as I stood there and watched I began rubbing my dick through my trousers. Just when I thought my private show wouldn't get any better she bent over toward the wall away from the door and stuck a butt-plug in her ass, all the while frantically fucking the pink cock as if it was the last on she would ever have. 

By this point I had my own eight inch member in my hand and was stroking along to the rhythm of the dildo shoved up her pussy. When she came it gushed all over the bed. I was on the verge of my own mind-numbing orgasm when as she was pulling the butt-plug out she rolled over, looked straight at my hard cock and said...

"I'm glad to see you enjoyed the little show I put on for you."

To be continued. 



Old Friends



Lisa went upstairs; she had enough of the party scene and wanted some time to herself. She stretched out on the bed and made herself comfortable. Laying there listening to all the noise from downstairs and trying to get relaxed. She had a rough day and did not wish to hang out with the Friday night crowd. Getting relaxed as she laid there, finding herself with her hands touching her moist clit and wanting to taste her own juices.

She lay on the bed stroking her pussy with her fingers, spreading her lips apart so she could feel the moisture that was so ready to explode from her body. Knowing she was about to cum; she could feel the muscles tightening with each stroke of her fingers. She had gotten herself to climax and felt the juices flowing from her wet gyrating pussy. As she pulled her fingers out and was licking the juices off, the door opened. She looked up and saw her old high school friend, Willie. He was standing at the door. She laid there smiling at him. He walked in, unzipped his pants, and let them fall to the floor. He walked over to her and stuck his massiveness in her mouth. She gagged from the size of it. She did not even have time to think, before she knew what was happening he had thrusted his cock into her mouth, with one quick movement. She wanted a cock in her, wanting to taste his jism. He pulled back out and she wrapped her lips tightly around his rigid shaft. She took him deep in her mouth shamelessly. Knowing that with each thrust in her, just heated them both up more.

She knew Willie from high school, but they had graduated over two years ago. They had talked about having sex once back in school. However, both knew it would never happen. They were from different crowds. He was the captain of the Basketball team, and she was another one of those who hung out and partied all night, like his brother. Willie was involved with school and never entered the party scene and she just wanted to have fun. She always told him hell you only live once lighten up and have some fun. Willie's brother Danny was how she knew Willie. Danny was the one she ran to the parties and clubs with, but she and Danny were like brother and sister. They watched each other's back. 

Willie got on the bed and laid down; she climbed over to him and wrapped her lips tightly around his stiff cock again. Taking it down slowly and reaching all the way to the back of her throat, touching her lips to his skin on his stomach. He moaned with pleasure, he never imagined that she could swallow all of him. He could feel her throat muscles contract around the head of his cock and she milked it with ease. She brought her lips back up to the tip of his head and teased it with her tongue. She took this throbbing shaft in her mouth and with the fastest movements that she could muster; she was jamming it in and out of her mouth, saliva and cum was running down his shaft and out of her pursed lips. He placed his hands around her head to steady her movements. 

She was so into giving Willie head she never heard the door open when Danny walked in. Now was his chance the chance he had yearned for, for many years. He removed his clothes. He noticed how she had her ass pumped up in the air while she was sucking on his brother's cock. Her pussy was glistening with juices and just ripe for the taken. He walked over to her and pulled her legs apart and slammed his cock deep in her pussy. She let out a scream of excitement when she felt that hard cock slam into her dripping wet pussy. With each stroke in her pussy, she took Willie's cock deeper in her mouth. She felt her pussy getting tighter and tighter around his shaft. She wanted it hard and fast and Danny knew it. He gave it all to her. Groaning with pleasure as she was sucking and being fucked as she never had before and was enjoying every inch of them both. She pulled back and removed Willie's cock from her mouth. She was so wet, dripping every where, she had a thought and she proceeded with it. What the hell she figured two brothers at once could only be a dream and she was going to take control of it.

She told Danny to lay down so that she could get his cock up her asshole and have Willie's slamming at her pussy. Knowing it would be more then she could handle, but her flowing juice had her ass hot and well lubricated and she wanted both pussy and ass to be filled. She positioned herself with her back laying on top of Danny. Holding herself up with her hands be hide her so that she had the head of his shaft ready to enter as soon as Willie's blood engorged hard on hit her dripping pussy. The instant she felt him slam her, she had driven the other cock up her ass. She screamed wildly with pain, but not without excitement, she wanted it all. She could feel the brother's cocks stroking at both her holes. What a welcome feeling to have two massive cocks thrusting at her. As one was stroking in, the other was coming out. What a feeling of bliss! She felt their heads touch deep within her holes. She could feel the orgasms start, like never before. Reeling with so much stimulation from them entering together, she was climaxing in a matter of minutes. Her muscles were being torn apart from the girth of both those stunning cocks inside her. Nevertheless, she was not about to give in or give up the thrill, the fantasy was coming alive and she never wanted it to end. 

She felt her toes tingle with each stroke of the brother's inside her. She was in complete arousal; she felt her orgasm build at the top of her stomach as her ass and pussy were tightening in rhythm with each other. She screamed so loud when she felt all three of them hit orgasm state together. 

When she had screamed, her friend, Marcie had heard her and she ran up the steps to see want was going on. When she opened the door, as all before did, what she saw amazed her and she felt ecstasy rip through her whole body. Three bodies were entangled with each other and her best friend had a cock in her ass and a cock in her puss. She wasn't sure who the guys were, but she didn't care she wanted in. She stripped her clothes off and climbed up onto the bed. She then realized it was Danny and Willie. Both the guys smiled at her but did not say a word. Marcie positioned herself willingly on top of Willie and Lisa. She had the most gorgeous pussy, clean shaven and a swollen clitoris. He spread her lips apart and Lisa brought her tongue up to take a swipe at it. When she did Marcie moaned knowing that she was going to get the best pussy licking she had every experienced. 

The guys stopped moving so they could watch Lisa eat at Marcie. With her head buried between her legs she slipped her fingers between Marcie's lips to spread them apart. She placed her tongue into her little tight hole and wiggled it from side to side. Marcie squirmed, she felt Lisa's hot tongue hitting the sides of her pussy and she was getting wet. Lisa bit at her clit gentle at first but Marcie told her harder so she did. Lisa was teasing her bead with her tongue and tasting her beautiful juices exploding from her. Her hips were moving back and forth in a circular motion. Marcie pushed her pussy down into Lisa face so that she could get a better feel of the tongue action that was going on at her clit. She climaxed groaning with pleasure. Her juices overflowing into Lisa's mouth, she tasted delicious just like Lisa thought she would with have a puss like hers.

Lisa was so into licking that she never felt the movements of the guys until Danny hit the inside of her anus with his load of cum. It was hot and with each thrust he let out more, she thought for sure she was going to pass out. She grabbed Marcie's inner thighs and held on, for now Willie was exploding inside her pussy walls. Her body was so filled with cum she was oozing everywhere. Marcie moved from her position and pushed Willie out of the way, his cock was still jammed in Lisa's pussy. But she didn't care she wanted to drink up every ounce of cum that they spewed in Lisa. Danny's cock was still jammed in her ass and he wasn't moving, not until he got some ball sucking from Marcie. She obliged, she licked the cum that was Lisa's and Willie's from his balls and as she was sucking on them, he gave one last thrust into Lisa. She groaned with the pure pleasure that was going through her body. Marcie licked the jism from Lisa's clit and then sucked want ever was left in her cunt out. She bit, she licked, she sucked and blew on Lisa's bead. That sent her over the top. Her whole body started to quiver from all the stimulation that had happened to her within the last couple of hours, that she collapsed. Danny was still laying under her hot sweaty body; he moved and brought his cock out of her. She laid there in completely and utter exhaustion and with in a matter of minutes she was asleep. Danny, Willie and Marcie dressed and left the room. 

When she awoke it was daylight and her mind was foggy. She knew she had not done any drinking last night. She reached down and felt her swollen pussy then she remembered; she was not the only one in this room last night. But she knew that want happened in here last night would never be spoken about. Nor would she ever experience it again. But she would always remember.



Old Friends



It had been a long time since I had last seen Helenka. Over five years in fact. She had been one of my best friends in the whole world. My parents were divorced and I lived with my mum but once a month I'd go and stay with my dad for a few days. Even though this was supposed to my dad's time with me, I usually spent at least half the time at Helenka's house. Her parents had been good friends with my dad for years and treated me like their own son. Everything was great. Helenka and I had been getting closer and closer. The last time I had seen her she had come to meet me just before I left to go back home. 

I remember it as if it was yesterday. She had chased after me down the street and caught me just as I had reached the Tube station. It was raining heavily and I spun round when I heard her sweet voice calling my name. She stopped in front of me, wrapped her arms around me and looked up at me with her big hazel eyes. "Please don't go" she had said "Stay here with me" she had said. "I can't, I wish I could but I can't. I have school tomorrow, and so do you." I squeezed her in my arms and she buried her head in my shoulder. "I don't want you to go" She sobbed. "Hey" I said, lifting her chin to look at me again and I wiped a tear from here eye. "I'll be back in a few weeks and I promise I'll come and see you straight away." A small smile spread across her face at those words and I moved a strand of wet brown hair out of her face. "I love you Mikey" She whispered as she leaned closer to my face. "I love you too" I whispered back and then our lips met for the first time. Tiny shockwaves ran through my body as her tongue slipped into my mouth and met own one. Then it was over and I we were parting ways. Life is great I had thought.

Then it happened. That fateful day when Helenka's dad had come home early from work to find my dad fucking his wife. After that Helenka's parents got divorced and her dad moved away, taking her with him. It all happened between one of my monthly visits and the next time I went there I was devastated to find out that I was never going to see Helenka again. When I found out why I had wanted to kill my dad. I hated him more than I had ever hated anybody in my entire life and I didn't speak to him for months. He had taken from me he person I had loved the most and I never forgave him for it.

That was a long time ago. I was now19, and she was now 18. It had been over five years and not a single day had gone by that I hadn't thought of her. I had been in many relationships since then but none of them had lasted longer than a few weeks. About a month ago I had found her again online and started chatting to her again. It turned out that she missed me as much as I missed her and that she'd been trying to find me as well. Now I was on my way to meet her. She had got two tickets to see Killswitch Engage, one of my favourite bands, one for her and one for a friend but her friend couldn't go so she had given it to me. I reached Brixton Academy and waited for about five minutes before she arrived.

"Mikey! Over here!" She called and I turned to see her walking down the street towards me. As I laid my eyes on her my heart skipped a beat. She was absolutely stunning. Her huge breasts bulged underneath a tight purple Killswitch t-shirt, her tanned legs showing in between a lacy black and red skirt and thigh high black boots. On her small right hand she wore a fingerless woolen glove, striped in black and purple and each of her tiny fingernails was painted black. As she reached me we embraced briefly and then she said "It's so good to see you again. You're a lot taller than you used to be"

"You've grown a lot yourself" I answered with a grin. I'm sure she was still the same height as when we'd last seen each other.

"How do I look?" she asked and gave me a little twirl

"You look..." I struggled to find the right word and instead found myself staring into those beautiful hazel eyes again.

"That good, huh?" she said with a sexy little smile, breaking my trance.

Just then the doors opened and people started making their way inside so we joined the crowd and filed into the building.

***

Three hours later we left the gig both sweaty and slightly drunk with ringing ears. "That was awesome!" she shouted and I nodded in agreement. They had played all their best songs finishing with 'My Last Serenade' then coming back for an encore with our favourite song 'The End of Heartache'. "So where are you staying tonight?" I asked as we reached the tube station nearby "A friend's house Croydon" she answered.

"Croydon?" I exclaimed "but that's miles away, it'll take ages to get there. Come crash at mine, it's only a five minute walk from here"

"Really? Are you sure it's ok?" she asked, slurring her words slightly

"Of course, what are friends for?" I replied with a smile. With that said I lead her by the hand down the street towards my flat as we continued to chat about the gig.

Ten minutes later we walked through the door into the flat I shared with my friend Sean. He was spending the night at his girlfriend's place so the flat was empty. It was a simple flat, two bedrooms, a small bathroom, a small kitchen and a livingroom. I lead her into the livingroom and she sat down on the sofa. "Make yourself at home. There's beer in the fridge if you want one, the TV remote is...somewhere. I'm gonna go take a shower" As I entered the bathroom I heard the TV blare to life in the other room. I switched on the shower, undressed and stepped under the hot water. It felt good on my dark skin and I stood there under the water for a few minutes enjoying the sensation. As I stood there my thoughts drifted through the wall into the livingroom and I felt my cock spring to life as they settled on the beautiful young girl on my sofa. I was so focussed on her that I didn't hear the door open or the rustle of the shower curtain as she slipped in behind me. My heart nearly stopped when I felt a small, soft hand reach around and squeeze my hard cock. I spun round so fast I almost slipped over but I managed to regain my balance at the last second. "Sorry if I startled you" She squeaked "I just can't hold back any longer"

I had to pinch myself just to make sure I really was awake. She noticed the disbelief on my face and smiled that sexy smile again. "Don't worry, you're not dreaming" She said and stood on her tiptoes to kiss me deeply. I returned the kiss and slipped my tongue into her mouth and felt the familiar tingling sensation I had felt all those years ago when we had shared our first kiss as our tongues met once again. I broke away from her and looked down into those big pools of hazel and saw the longing in them that I knew was showing in my own dark brown eyes. I stroked her wet hair then moved it behind her head as I leaned down to kiss her again, this time more passionately. She moaned into my mouth as our tongues danced and wrestled with each other and our hands roamed each other's bodies. I cupped her huge right breast with my right hand and kneaded her firm ass with my left. She moaned again as I pinched and tweaked her nipple until it grew stiff and I broke the kiss again so I could run my tongue down her body to lick it. I flicked my tongue over it a few times and it stiffened even more then I circled the circumference of her areola and slowly spiralled inwards until I was sucking on her nipple like a baby. I swapped breasts and repeated the process while I played with the other. 

I looked up into her face and saw that her eyes were closed and then I slowly started kissing my way down he rest of her body. As I got down onto my knees she spread her legs in anticipation of what was about to happen.

I took a moment to take in the sight and sweet smell of her beautiful pink folds then ran a finger from her shaven mound down to the bottom of her slit. Then I replaced the finger with my tongue and ran it back up to her mound. "Mmmmmm" She moaned as my tongue stud hit her clit "Lick it Mikey. Please lick my pussy" I obeyed and stuck my tongue into her soaking cunt as far as it would go then licked my way up to swollen little bead of her clitoris. I circled it with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth. I help it securely between my lips as I massaged it with the stud in my tongue. "Yes! Yes! That feels so good" She moaned louder and louder as I slid one and then two fingers into her hungry pussy and she started to buck and grind against my probing fingers and tongue. I slid in a third finger and she screamed in ecstasy "Oh shit, that's so good, make me cum Mikey, make me cum!" I increased the speed of my fingers as I pumped them in and out of her sopping wet pussy and sucked on her clit. Her pussy muscles tightened around my fingers and she screamed out even louder than before as her orgasm gripped her and my mouth was flooded with her juices "HOLY SHIT MIKEY! I'M CUMMMMMINNNGGG! I'M CUMMMMINNG! OHH MYYY GOD!" Suddenly her knees buckled and she drooped down next to me trying to catch her breath.

"That was fantastic" She whispered into my ear before slipping her tongue into my mouth to suck her love juices off my tongue. She traced her hand down my muscular chest slowly going lower and lower until she wrapped her small hand around my pulsing 8 ½ inch black erection. "And now it's your turn big boy" Slowly she started to stroke my foreskin back and forth, squeezing it causing it to grow even bigger and harder. I laid back in the tub as she kissed her way down to my throbbing prick and planted a kiss on the tip. I moaned softly as she licked up and down my shaft then my balls.

"Does Mikey like?" She asked

"Oh yeah, Mikey likes" I answered. She smiled and sucked the head of my dick into her mouth and massaged the underside with her tongue. The she started slowly bobbing her head up and down each time taking more and more of my dark rod into her mouth. She was two thirds of the way down when she suddenly gagged as the head of my cock hit the entrance of her throat and pulled back. She stayed there for a moment, licking and sucking me before trying again, this time she made it to and inch above the hilt before gagging again and pulled my cock all the way out until she was sucking on the head again. Then she took it in inch by inch until her face was buried in the black curls of my pubic hair. She looked up at me, our eyes locked and I almost blew my load right there and then but I closed my eyes and held on as she started bobbing up and down, deep throating me. With her left hand she reached under and cupped my balls, rolling them around in her hand while she sucked on my cock. I didn't couldn't stand much more of this wonderful treatment and my whole body tensed and my balls tightened as I shot the first spurt of creamy white cum down her throat. She pulled back so I could dump the rest of my load into her mouth and once I had finished she swallowed the whole lot.

"Yummy" she moaned and sucked on the tip of my prick to get the last remnants of semen. I leant down and slipped my tongue into her mouth and was greeted with the salty tasted of my own cum.

I stood up and turned off the shower as it had stopped being hot a while ago then grabbed a towel and led Helenka by the hand into my room. I sat her down on my bed and proceeded to dry her hair, then the rest of her body paying special attention to her breasts, it took a while since as soon as I dried an area the water dripping from my curly black hair would make it wet again and I'd have to dry it all over again. By the time she was dry my cock was hard again and I kissed her deeply. Suddenly she pushed me away and looked into my eyes.

"What's wrong?" I asked in a concerned voice as a troubled look crossed her face

"Mikey there's something you need to know" she squeaked, suddenly shy and her face blushed red "I'm still a virgin"

"You're kidding right?" I said in disbelief, there was no way that the sexy little minx sitting on my bed was still a virgin, it just couldn't be possible.

She shook her head "It's true, I've been waiting for somebody special, somebody like you" she said then kissed me again "I want you to be my first Mikey"

Just hearing her say it made my cock throb and twitch. I couldn't believe it, one of my biggest fantasies was about to come true, I was about to take my childhood friend's virginity. Never in a million years would I have thought that this one would come true. I started to kiss her again, my tongue probing into her mouth and playing with hers. I laid her down on the and spread her legs while I slid a finger into her quickly moistening pussy. Our tongues continued to entwine and fight in each others mouths.

"Mikey, be gentle with me" she whispered and I smile and kissed her lips.

I positioned the head of my prick at the entrance to her wet cunt and rubbed it up and down her slit before slipping it into her pussy. I rammed my entire length into her all the way to the hilt, popping her cherry and making her cry out slightly in pain. 

"Don't worry baby, it's ok, just tell me when you want me to go on" I cooed. I stayed inside her for a few minutes enjoying the feeling of how unbelievably tight she was. After a few minutes she told me she was ready and asked me to go slow so I slowly pulled my cock out until just the head was inside before plunging back in then out again and in again. She started to whimper and moan as the pain subsided and pleasure took over so I increased my pace.

"Holy shit Mikey, your so fucking big, I'm gonna cum!" She arched her back as her tight pussy got even tighter and spasmed around my fuck pole. I grit my teeth and screwed my eyes closed as rode through her orgasm. I could have cummed then but I didn't want to, I wanted it to last as long as I could possibly last. As her orgasm subsided I started fucking her harder and faster and she moaned her approval.

"Oh yeah! Fuck Mikey that feels so good, fuck me harder!"

"Oh Helenka, you're so tight" I groaned

For 15 minutes I pounded her pussy for all I was worth until I felt her third orgasm building inside of her.

"Oh Mikey I'm gonna cum again" She cried

"I'm gonna cum too" I cried even louder

"Fill me up Mikey, fill my cunt with your creamy spunk"

I fucked her even harder than before and as she came again I rammed my cock in as deep as it would go as I unloaded my balls deep into her cunt. We both cried out as we came and then kissed passionately. I kept my dick inside her until it was completely limp then pulled out and lay next to her.

"Thank you Mikey" She whispered as she cuddled up to me "That was amazing"

"Anytime" was the only response I could give as I lay there with her in my arms before we drifted off to sleep... 

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All feedback welcome, I might write another chapter if I get any more ideas



Old Friends



It had been a long time since I saw him in person. We had talked through email and lately on the phone a couple of times. I was excited and nervous and I just hoped that he would be happy to see me also. I remember all the things that he like's, dark smoky eyes and shiny lips. He also liked leather and spiked heals, but I thought I would save that kind of look for another time. When I got to where we were meeting no one was there yet, so I sat in my car and listened to the radio. I noticed a car come around the corner and when I saw who was driving I couldn't help the big grin that came across my face. My heart sped up and I couldn't help looking at him as he parked his car. He didn't notice me at first so I stayed where I was until he came up to the window. 

I smiled at him and he smiled back.

"You coming in?" He asked

I took a deep breath "Yeah." That was all I could get out, I was giddy inside, and I couldn't help it.

"You look nice by the way, I noticed you did your eyes and lips the way I always liked."

I grinned at him, I knew what I was trying to do, and I was trying to get him to remember how things used to be with us.

I had asked him the last time we talked on the phone if I was going to get a hug from him when I saw him, he had said yes and I couldn't wait. Once inside he came over to me.

"Well give me a hug!" He said and I went right to him, he pulled me close and squeezed me to him, he smelled so good, fresh and clean from the shower, he was still strong also. I always liked his hugs; they made me feel safe and wanted, like I was made to fit against him.

We talked for a while and I noticed that it seemed like he couldn't sit still, that and he couldn't be to close to me. I thought to myself, maybe it's working, maybe I do still have a hold on him in some small way, even if he does have a girlfriend. I could only hope that maybe seeing me again would make him see that he really wasn't happy with the person he was with and want to be with me. I had wanted to be his for so long but things never worked out for us, I was hoping that this time around it would be different. I couldn't help but remember all the times I tried to get him alone and talk, or even make out, but I never had the best of luck with a nosey best friend that wanted him as well, even though he was seeing another woman. I know it was bad of me to try and take him away, but I couldn't help it; I had and still have feelings for him.

We got up and walked around some still chatting about life and old times. I couldn't stop smiling still, he always made me laugh. We hugged again and he seemed to be happy touching me in some way. I liked that a lot, I always did. I just wanted to snuggle and run my hands through his hair. The more we talked the more I flirted, god I hadn't flirted with a guy this much in years. I was saying things that I hadn't said to a guy in a long time.

He had stuck his tongue out at me once and a saying I used to use popped into my head.

"Don't stick it out unless your gonna use it." I grinned at him.

"Well I did use it, see I stuck it out." He always liked being a smart ass when I would make a comment like that, but he was also blushing. I loved that. I couldn't help it and I teased him some more. At one point he said that I sucked, my reply...

"I know I do very well thank you."

He wasn't sure what to say to that one. He did tell me that I was giving him to many things to think about and to be careful. I smiled knowing that I still had an effect on him. 

I was standing next to him at one point and we were teasing each other and talking. Then he told me.

"You need to be careful because you are a beautiful woman and I am getting the urge to just grab you and kiss you."

Well in my head I was screaming PLEASE DO!! But I wanted to be good and I smiled and took a step back. He stayed close though, he was touching me more, a hand on my arm, hugging me a couple of more times, I loved it! 

Finally at one point I looked at him and I said

"You can't even look me in the eyes for vary long." That was it.

He came right up to my face nose to nose and looked in my eyes. In that second I could see his clear blue eyes, just a bit darker almost a grey and I knew he was trying to control himself and not make me feel uncomfortable. I grinned at him and I did what I had been screaming for in my head, I moved just enough for our lips to touch. I felt him tense for just a second then his hands went up into my hair holding me tightly to him. He deepened the kiss, his tongue running along my lower lip asking for me to open to him. I would never say no to him and I let him explore my mouth with his. I pressed myself to him. He started to pull away but I held on to him.

"Come on there is a private room in the back." He said and grabbed my hand pulling me behind him. 

I smiled, I was so excited and happy and scared all at once. I wanted this so bad but I didn't want him to feel bad about cheating on his girlfriend with me. It hadn't been the first time he cheated on someone with me. We got to the room and closed the door making sure it was locked. He pressed me up against the door kissing me. I was running my hands up his arms and into his hair. He felt so good against me. I pushed back on him and turned so he was against the door. I knew he would love what I was about to do him. I knew he always loved getting a blow job and that was exactly what he was going to get. 

I kissed and nibbled on his neck while I started to undo his pants. I asked him quickly before we got to a point where we wouldn't be able to stop.

"Are you sure you want to be with me right now? I don't want you to regret this."

He looked me in the eyes and smiled 

"I want nothing more than to feel those perfect lips wrapped around me."

I needed no other words. I finished getting his pants undone and pushed them down along with his boxers. He was already hard and ready and that made me even wetter than when I was before. As soon as his lips had touched mine my panties were soaked. I looked into his eyes and gave him an evil grin that I knew he loved. I knelt down in front of him and stroked him a couple times, I didn't need to really he was so hard. I spread the beads of pre cum over the head and licked around it. A moan instantly came out of him. I licked the full length of him then took him all the way into my mouth all the while swirling my tongue along his hardness. I kept a slow pace at first enjoying having him in my mouth sucking on him like candy. Then I picked up the pace, moving a little faster letting my tongue flick over the head as I would come back up. I could feel him getting close. His hands were in my hair and he was moaning more holding me to him. I let my teeth graze him lightly as my other hand cupped his balls. I could feel him tightening in my hand and I moved faster sucking him just a little harder. Then I heard him grunt and moan and I let him fill my mouth, I swallowed it all down. I had never done that with him before but I knew he had always thought about it.

He pulled me off my knees with a goofy grin on his face.

"Wow!" Was all he had to say 

That one word made me feel so happy that I was able to do that for him. He kissed me again and hugged me to him.

"What about you?" He asked

"Next time you can take care of me." 

With that said he smiled at me and I helped him fixed his clothes. We walked back out in the main part of the building. We were still all alone and I wouldn't have wanted it any other way. He had gotten a call from a friend asking if he wanted to go to the movies. He looked at me and smiled. I knew the night was over, even if I didn't want it to be. I wanted to pull a cave girl act and throw him in my car and take him home with me or go back to his place, but I knew that couldn't happen, at least not yet. He made his plans and we walked back to our cars. We hugged and said our good byes. I drove home with a big smile on my face, maybe things will change and we will have a chance together, but only time will tell. 



Old Friends



~*A work of fiction. Any resemblance to places, events, people--alive or dead--is purely coincidental*~

His big smooth hands descended on my hips with such finesse. It was as if a feather was running up and down my skin. His deliberate handling of my body enticed a reaction in me. His hot breath on my neck chilled me to the core, a cornered animal clawed at my insides. My hands landed on top of his, trying to stop his invasion in vain. Did I really want to stop him? I did not think I did. In some weird way it aroused me, made me want it more; I felt repulsed by the action itself and yet intrigued just the same. He wanted me, I don't know why, and he showed just how bad his desire was.

Once he felt my own erection he was damn near impossible to stop.

My best friend since childhood wanted to make love to me, but I should start at the very beginning of this story.

~*~*~

I chased a skirt to the dirty south after college. Being a stupid young man I made stupid decisions left and right, and chasing this skirt to a Podunk town in Bible belt Georgia was one of the stupidest mistakes I made. My dad would later tell me that at least I had the brains to graduate before chasing that, "Stupid cunt of a woman."

I spent the first three months in sexual bliss with her before the proverbial shit hit the fan. I guess that she hadn't thought about what we would be doing after graduating, but that moving might help. That we would end up working fast food for three months wasn't exactly in her agenda, so before she became what she called "white trash," she left me. The apartment was still under my name and, wouldn't you know it, the Podunk town grew on me.

My major was in journalism with a minor in music. My original plan was to write for a living, while wooing the chicks with my knowledge of musical arrangements, and my way around an acoustic guitar. The former proved successful in the loosest sense of the word while the latter proved quite inefficient, and yet it was this combination that proved successful in my job hunt three months after she left me.

I had secured an interview with the local paper, and thinking I had made it big (in a way) I quit my burger flipping job and bought me a suit befitting my new job. I brushed up my resume and got my portfolio set up and made my way to the worst looking building to ever host a newspaper firm, local or otherwise. My expectations were lowered somewhat, but I didn't waver. Perseverance my only ally, I launched myself into the building and braced for the worst.

~*~*~

Two years later, one hundred and seventy concerts or so under my belt and nearly twice that many reviews and the only thing I had to show for it was backstage passes to unlimited shows and venues free, but no raise. The job was wearing on me and slowly driving me insane. The weekday shows at the Masquerade were murder on both gas money and time. The bands were awesome, but it was an inconvenience having to drag my tired ass all the way into the busiest of highways in metro Atlanta for three hours of loud music and cheap booze. My main bread and butter are the tiny venues that dotted Highway 20 but nothing attracted more readership than the shows played in Atlanta rather than out of the perimeter. So despite it being Tuesday I went to the Masquerade on twenty dollars worth of gas.

After a seventeen minute hunt for suitable parking somewhere in Ponce de Leon, a ten to fifteen minute walk to the venue, and a seven minute wait in line to get a ticket, I made my way to the bar. I had a very expensive--very small--shot of rotgut and ordered three more like it. It was my professional experience that doing my job and liking it involved a copious amount of alcohol in my system. My bread and butter are local bands, but sometimes I am disappointed in some of the bands that have spawned in Atlanta. After downing three more shots of rotgut, I ordered three more.

"A man drink like that and don't eat, he is going to die!" a voice on my right said.

"Ahaha! Blazin' Saddles. Awe--" I said as I turned around, then I was stricken dumb. The face I saw had not aged a day it seemed, for all the marks of youth were still there. The lines of age were graceful and beautiful, not at all savage. Here stood my childhood friend Charlie, damn near how I last saw him in high school: a stunning five foot eleven inches, olive tan shade skin, long flowing auburn hair.

"Well butter my biscuits, if it isn't Charles the fifth!" I exclaimed.

"Wait, what?" he looked at me for a confused second.

"Sorry, southern living. I got used to it. So, what's King Charles the fifth doing in this little 'hole'n da wall?'"

"Hey fuck you, tubby, I told you I hate that name."

"Yeah, and I hate that nickname, so it's all good," I grinned wide. "And you still haven't answered my question."

"Well, believe it or not, I got a band going after we split. Not to spite you or anything, but I didn't want to quit playing despite losing you to the evil power of adulthood," he grabbed my shot glass and emptied it. "One of us still has to stick it to the man."

"Ha-ha. Fuck you, your highness," I grabbed my notepad, my pen, and started scribbling, "but your success here depends on what I write about you and your band. I also stick it to the man whenever I can."

He grinned as he made his way backstage.

~*~*~

Making our way out of the venue, laughing and staggering and half-dazed from the show, he lit a match and inhaled from the butt of his cigarette. I accompanied him to my car, leaving the rest of his band mates behind. He told me not to worry about it, that they understood, but I couldn't shake the feeling that that wasn't the prudent thing to do.

"They're going back to the hotel to enjoy their last show. After tomorrow they're going back home," he told me. "You don't mind me staying with you for a few days? I kinda wanna see Atlanta."

"You trust them with your instruments and equipment?" I asked.

"Yeah they're awesome, those guys. Trust them with my life, I do—which is saying a lot considering the state of the world." He looked at me for a moment before opening his mouth again: "Say, you OK to drive?"

"I may need a slap to sober up a bit," I answered, "or this long-ass walk to the car. Yeah, I think I'm OK to drive."

"If you want I can drive us to your house, as long, of course, as you give me good directions," he said. I gave him a once over and handed him the keys. I said, "You kill us, I'm haunting your ass."

~*~*~

We made it home just fine, and I use fine in the loosest sense of the word: a couple of miss-turns sobered me up, along with a bunch of potholes and one of the roughest road in all of Route 5. After a near hit with a tree I took over. When we got to my apartment, he made a straight line for the bathroom and I powered my laptop and wrote my article. I thought about spending the next day home as I stroked the keys ever so gently, trying my damndest not to hit the mouse pad.

When he got out of the bathroom, he walked up behind me and started to read out loud. I stopped for a moment and turned around, saying, "Alright, I can't finish my work like this, man. Either sit down over there or read to yourself."

I turned back to my work and he stopped reading out loud--which activated my second pet peeve. Just as I was about to turn around again, he draped his arms around my shoulders and whispered into my ear; "I've missed you, you know," sending chills up and down my back.

"Quit screwing around, dude. I gotta finish this. May I finish it?" I said.

"Yeah, sure," he responded and walked into the kitchen. "You got any bread and peanut butter?"

"Bread yes," I responded, "but I'm not so sure about peanut butter." Click clickity click.

I spent ten minutes on my piece. I hit the save button and e-mailed it to myself. I got up from my chair and walked into the kitchen, my stomach growling and demanding sustenance. I saw Charlie sitting on the sofa munching happily at his sandwich, half-eaten triangle on his left hand and TV remote on his right. I was thrown back into the past, back when sammiches and watching TV was about the highlight of the day. When having a good friend spend the night over at your house meant weekends of rough housing and outdoor camping and silly camaraderie.

"Say," I said as I opened the fridge and got out a jar of mayo and a packet of deli turkey slices, "do you remember back in middle school--"

"When we used to hang out every Friday at your mom's?" he finished my sentence.

"Well, yeah," I said. "Guess you do."

"Those were fun times."

"Sucks that we grew up," I said, "We don't often do this—hanging out."

"Yep."

I sat down next to him and enjoyed my sandwich in relative peace. He flipped the channel every so often, and the only noise in the room was that of infomercial after infomercial.

"You know," I said, "I used to put your hand in a bowl of warm water at night. Nothing ever happened."

"You bastard," he replied.

"Dude, you put shaving cream on my hand!"

"Yeah, and tickled your nose with a feather. What's your point?" he asked.

"Don't call me a bastard for pranking you. You did it, too!" I interjected.

"Yeah, but I failed. You, on the other hand, dumped the water on me when it didn't work," he said.

"Failed?" I inquired.

"You scratched your nose with your other hand," he explained. A bubble of giggles formed at the base of my stomach and swelled to my mouth. I clenched my jaw to stifle it but failed, letting out a loud snort before spitting out hearty guffaws.

"Since we're reminiscing," he said through my cackles, "I got something to confess."

"—haha, woo, yeah shit, confess away—" I said through the dying throes of laughter.

"I kissed you once. While you slept," he said.

I stopped laughing at once.

"I saw you peacefully laying there, a dab of drool running down your chin, hand full of shaving cream. The feather was inches from your face, and I was itching to get you. You looked--" he struggled with his words, "angelic."

"This isn't funny anymore," I said. "What the hell."

"The weird thing is, you see, that while the feather hovered above your nose, something inside me wanted to know what kissing felt like. So I kissed you."

"I don't remember this. How did that not wake me up but the feather did?" I asked.

"I never used the feather."

I sat there, half-eaten sammich in my hand, struck dumb by his confession. We sat there in near-absolute silence. He took another bite and munched as the information reeled in my head. He finally broke the silence, saying. "I loved you, did you know that?"

"Loved?" I asked.

"Yeah, loved. Love still. Two months before I kissed you I realized that I loved you. When that crazy little bitch hurt your feelings, I got crazy mad. Hell before that, when you asked her out, I got jealous," he placed his sandwich on the coffee table as he turned to face me. "It hurt, you know? Those five days you guys went out. I felt betrayed.

"Then when I kissed you, when your eyes fluttered open, I felt happy. I felt complete. Then you went ahead and ruined my prank by scratching your nose with the other hand."

"So," I started before finding it very hard to finish my sentence, "Why—why—why now? Why tell me now?"

"Meh, felt I should. I mean, you started reminiscing and I couldn't help it," he said in an ambivalent tone. In one fluid motion, almost as graceful as a tabby going after a mouse, he grabbed the sammich out of my hand, placed it on the coffee table at his side and leaned his face very--oh so very--close to mine. He placed his hand on mine, trying to entangle his fingers through mine.

"I still love you," he said before locking his lips on mine.

I closed my eyes as his lips pressed warmly, snuggly, onto mine and I melted. I left my body behind as my mind raced crazy fast like so much adrenaline. The consequence of this innocuous action as just a mere kiss hit me like a ton of bricks and I slammed back into my own self as he ended the kiss. I sat delirious and dazed; he pressed his body against mine and embraced me in a very tight hug.

A very big, very mischievous, grin adorned my face and I forced him off me. I caught him off guard, and it showed when his eyes got very big when he looked at my face. I pressed my hand on his shoulder as I forced him down onto the couch and I climbed on top of him.

I one crude motion, I grabbed him by the back of the neck and kissed him back just how he kissed me.

~*~*~

My hand landed on top of his when I felt it reach for the hem of my pants. I held it there for a hot second before I guided him and we pushed the hem down together. In the struggle for control we fell, landing the floor. I got off him while examining the surroundings. I grabbed him by the hand and said, "To my room."

I got up and led him to my room. The heat in my loins was intensified by the heat in the room. Sweat started to dribble down my forehead as I entered and examined the cleanliness of the place. He let go of my hand and grabbed the bottom of my shirt, moving under the cloth while sensually caressing my skin. I turned around to face him and kiss him, placed my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me. I broke the kiss when he pulled the shirt up and over my head and I slid out of it. I took off his shirt, not nearly as graceful as he had taken mine off, but we were now half-naked and starving.

I unbuttoned my pants then I unbuttoned his. He could now clearly see the tent my penis made on my underwear as I could see his. The size of his tent overshadowed mine by a mere inch and a half, I estimated. We stood there, on the threshold of my room, almost nude and not moving. We locked eyes for a minute, exactly one minute, our breathing keeping time of the seconds as they flew by. I could hear the beating of my heart thump thumping as hard and fast as a jack rabbit.

He moved one inch closer, took my hand into his and pushed me on top of my bed. He lay down on top of me, pushing my hands on top of my head, and nibbled on my neck. His breathing was hard and forced; I moaned as his teeth sank onto my flesh and kept the rhythm of his animalistic grunt. His hard cock pressed against my thigh was torture and ecstasy; I wanted it and longed for it and dreaded the pain that would come of having it.

He got up, removed his boxers and removed my briefs, then got on top of me again. This time the heat between his legs was intensified fivefold. Our cocks rubbed each other and our testicles intermingled as he ravaged my neck with nibbles and suckles. I arched my back to press my hips against his, and he straddled my left leg as his hand landed on top of my erect prick.

"I love you," he said as he began to stroke my hard-on. 



Old Friends



Like most people nowadays, I met my wife in the internet. A friend of a friend of a friend, she'd responded to a comment I made online. I replied to her comment, she replied back, and the next thing you know, we're chatting away. This went on for about 6 months before we actually met. Once we did, however, the date ended up in her bed. She loved to fuck, and especially liked 69ing. She sucked my dick with a passion when my tongue was going to town on her pussy. 

After a few months, we moved in together. I should have taken the hint then, since the amount of sex halved immediately. Still, there was more than enough of it. After a year or two, we decided to get married. After marriage, the sex halved again. I made some comments, but she brushed them off. She said that we were getting older (she was 42 and I was 44) and sex always slows down with age. I disagreed, but there wasn't much I could do when all she did at night was climb in bed and fall asleep.

Eventually, it was a week or two between fucks, then a month. I complained, but she said that sex just wasn't important to her. She swore she loved me, but the physical stuff wasn't as interesting to her as it used to be. Our sex life died a little more, with sex only on "important days"....our anniversary, valentine's day, birthdays, and the odd vacations where I could ply her with enough alcohol. To add insult to injury, she didn't even really participate. She just laid there, spread her legs, and let me pound away. Jerking off was more interesting.

So, I was completely frustrated when I ran into an old friend, Cherie, at a local store. I'd met her at a part-time job I had when I was a junior in high school and actually introduced her to her future husband, Scott, who was one of my closest friends at the time. After graduation, they moved out of state and we intermittantly kept in touch, but miles and years had a way of making it more difficult to stay connected. I hadn't talked to them in probably 10 years.

Cherie was hot back in my high school days. Back then, she had a huge chest, slim waist, well rounded ass, long blonde hair. Age had mellowed her out a bit. The chest was still as big and tantalizing as I remembered, but the waist wasn't anywhere near as slim, and the curve of her butt was more downward than "well rounded". Still, she was still hot in my eyes, especially since I hadn't been laid in a couple of months.

It turned out that they had moved back to town, and actually lived a mile or two from me. She invited me and my wife over for dinner the following night. We exchanged numbers and went on our seperate ways.

I told my wife about running into Cherie, and she was totally blase about it. Dinner at Scott and Cherie's house was almost a disaster. While Scott and I traded stories about old times and caught up with each other's lives, there was frost between my wife and Cherie. Not that Cherie didn't try, but my wife would give the simplest answer to any of her questions. Eventually, Cherie gave up and joined in Scott and my conversations. My wife just sat there.

On the way home, I asked my wife what the hell was up with her. She just shrugged, saying that there was something about Cherie that didn't seem right. We argued, half-heartedly on my wife's part, but it was to no avail. She'd made up her mind that she didn't like Cherie and didn't like Scott all that much either. 

A few days later, Scott called and said that he was having a barbeque for some friends that weekend, and asked if we'd come over. My wife gave me a sour face when I told her, and told me to go by myself. I relayed the news to Scott, who actually sounded a bit relieved when I said it was just going to be me.

The barbeque was a success without the chilling effect of my wife. I had a great time, but drank a lot more than I should have. At some point early in the evening, my wife called to tell me that she wasn't feeling well and was going to bed. I told her that I'd been drinking pretty heavily (not something I normally do) and might spend the night on Scott's couch. She made some half-hearted protest, then agreed it would be better than driving home drunk. 

Eventually all of Scott's other guests left, and it ended up just me, him and Cherie in the living room, drinking, talking and laughing. I'd slowed down my drinking, and was actually starting to feel almost sober by the time that Cherie went and got a pillow and some blankets. They retired to their bedroom, and I got as comfortable as I could on the couch. As I dozed off, I could hear them talking, but couldn't make out what they were saying.

I don't know how long I slept before Cherie woke me up. There was light coming from their open bedroom door, and Cherie shook my shoulder as she sat on the edge of the couch in a sheer nightgown. Her lush tits were inches from my face. I sat up, startled and momentarily disoriented. She apologized for waking me up, but her and Scott had been talking and they wanted to know if I would join them in bed. She acted shy and nervous.

I was still groggy and a bit confused, but my dick got the message. It started stiffening in my pants (I had gone to sleep fully clothed), but I still wasn't quite sure what was going on. Cherie talked for a few more minutes, reassuring me. I sat and thought for a bit, then decided "Why not?" My hard dick had a lot to say about the matter, I'm sure.

We got up and she led my by my hand to their bedroom. I was a bit nervous. After all, Scott was one of my best friends in high school. 

When I walked in the bedroom, Scott was sitting up in bed, a smile on his face. He said he was glad that I agreed, and that Cherie had mentioned a threesome between us the day we had ran into each other in the store. Cherie helped me undress, then pulled her nightgown off. She had some middle-aged flab, but still hot as hell. 

I sat on the edge of the bed, and she dropped to her knees in front of me. She slowly licked my cockhead, then slid her mouth over my dick. It was incredible, and I almost shot in her mouth right away. I tried to remember the last time my dick had been sucked, and couldn't.

Scott got out of bed and walked over to stand next to Cherie, his hard dick bobbing next to her face. She pushed him away, expertly stroking my dick with her mouth, but he just grabbed her hand and moved back next to her.

Cherie pulled her mouth off of my dick, and took Scott's. She evidently loved sucking dick, alternated between sucking me and sucking him and probably probably would have kept going all night. Five or ten minutes into it, however, I couldn't stand it and came hard into her mouth.

Cherie gagged at the flood of cum, but swallowed like a trooper. Scott was stroking her hair while my balls drained, then pulled Cherie off of me and shoved his dick into her mouth. A few pumps later, his cum joined mine in her stomach.

I laid back on the bed, my dick still hard and throbbing. Cherie stood up, then got into bed next to me. I scooted up and rolled on my side to face her. Scott got in bed behind Cherie.

Scott took one of Cherie's tits in his hand, and then lifted it up to present me with the nipple. I attacked it, my lips capturing it and my tongue dancing across it. I felt movement on the bed while I did so...Scott had slid his dick into Cherie from behind and was fucking her.

Cherie was moaning, her hand grabbing the back of my head and pulling me into her tit. I lathered one nipple, then the other, my hands squeezing and kneading her full breasts. Scott started pumping into her hard, shaking the bed and making it difficult to keep my mouth on her tits.

I heard Cherie's "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" as the orgasm hit her. She pumped her pussy back at Scott while pushing her tits harder into my face. Scott slammed into her, pushing her orgasm higher.

Eventually, Cherie came down from the orgasm's high. She laid on her side between us, quivering slightly, when Scott asked her if she wanted both of us. I looked up and gave Scott an inquisitive look, and he just winked at me.

Cherie said yes and Scott asked her who she wanted in what hole. She told him that she wanted him in her ass and me in her pussy. She leaned closer to me and told me that she didn't do anal very much, and Scott's dick was a little bit smaller than mine. I didn't have a problem with that, I wanted her pussy anyway.

Scott got out of bed, got a bottle of lubricant from the dresser, then got back in bed. Lathering his cock and her ass up liberally, he lined his cock up with her ass as she threw a leg over my hip and my dick slid into her wet, dripping pussy.

I actually hissed in pleasure. I hadn't gotten any pussy in months, and Cherie was actually tighter than my wife. Wetter, too, since my wife tended to be a bit dry from disinterest when we fucked. Cherie was wet and hot and tight and my dick pushed deep inside her.

Cherie went still as Scott pushed his length into her ass. I was watching her face, and saw her grimace in pain. At one point she stopped Scott for a minute, then told him to keep going.

Scott and I alternated sliding our dicks into Cherie. As one of us pulled out, the other was going in. Cherie had gotten over the pain of Scott's dick in her ass and her eyes were almost glazing over in pleasure. We had gotten pretty intense, fucking her hard, when her second orgasm hit. I felt her pussy grab my dick like a velvet covered fist and squeeze. She was moaning loudly, and trying to fuck back at us but couldn't because of the see-saw way we were fucking her.

I head Scott grunt and knew he was pumping his come into Cherie's ass. The thought of it pushed me over the edge, and for the second time that night I shot my cum into Cherie. We all lay there in a sweaty, sodden mass, savoring the afterglow of intense orgasms. Finally, Scott pulled his dick out of her ass, got on his knees and leaned over Cherie. Pulling her face towards him, he gave her a long deep kiss. She twisted her body to face him better, and my dick fell out of her pussy, leaving a trail of pussy juice and cum on her thigh.

Cherie broke her kiss with Scott, then kissed me as passionately. She snuggled against me and very quickly was asleep. Scott, spooning against her back, soon started snoring. I laid there for a long time, wondering what the hell just happened. Eventually, I also fell asleep.

When I woke up, Scott was gone and Cherie was between my legs, sucking my hardening dick. It was wonderful, but I had to piss so bad that I couldn't cum. Cherie gave up when Scott came back into the bedroom. I got up and went to the bathroom, and when I returned Cherie had left the bedroom and Scott was waiting on me.

He told me he appreciated my help the last night. Cherie had wanted a threesome for years, but he didn't know anyone he trusted enough for it. I laughed and thanked him for trusting me, telling him that I had gotten more sex last night than I had in the last year. I also told him that I'd be happy to help any time he needed it.

I took a shower and dressed in yesterday's clothes. Cherie cooked breakfast, and the three of us sat around the kitchen table, eating and talking like we just didn't fuck like rabbits. There was no sexual connotations at all until I headed back home. Scott and Cherie walked me to the door, and Scott grinned as Cherie gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and a firm squeeze of my dick.



Old Friends



Audra heard the alarm and quickly slapped it off. She lay in bed for a moment, covering her face with a pillow and willing herself to wake up somewhere else. 

"This is only temporary, this is only temporary" she reminded herself. 

A year. One full year of her life had been wasted in this god-forsaken place while her husband chased his dream of building his start-up company into a billion dollar industry. He was an incredibly talented programmer, and they had offered him an incredibly lucrative salary to relocate and work for a start up operation in Michigan. Audra would have given anything if he'd just passed it up. She'd had to leave her life and move here, 10 hours away from her friends and family to this cold and cloudy piece of hell on earth. 

"Seriously, does the sun ever shine here?" she wondered out loud as she parted the bedroom shades a crack, revealing the usual overcast skies. Her husband, Jim, had long since left for work. She walked through the bedroom and forced herself to get into the shower and start her day. Although she had tried, and tried hard, Audra had not been able to get work in this part of the country. So she decided to just work for herself, picking up design projects as she could for soccer moms in the nearby affluent suburbs. Her days were free, she thought, empty and endless. 

Showering quickly she stepped out onto the tile floor and grabbed a towel to wrap around her wet hair. Her curls had never been so wild before, she knew it was the cold dry air. After toweling her hair a bit, Audra opened the bathroom door, pulled on a short cotton robe and walked into the bedroom and stopped cold, startled at the sight of the man standing at the foot of her bed. He was wearing work boots and jeans with an blue oxford cloth shirt bearing a company insignia on the left breast pocket. His worn brown bomber jacket was unbuttoned, the collar still turned up to fend off the cold. He smiled a crooked smile at her, blue eyes glimmering. 

"Shit, man! You scared me." Audra said, clutching her throat. 

"Sorry," said Eric "you did give me your key, remember?" he said, shaking the key in front of her face before stowing it in his jacket pocket. 

Audra relaxed and gave him a warm smile. "Yes, yes I did and this is a wonderful surprise. What brings you out this cold, gray morning?" she asked, placing her arms under his coat and wrapping them around him. 

As she hugged him, her head rested on his chest and she felt the old familiar comfort. Now, she tipped her head up to look into those blue eyes that she had known more than half her life. 

"So, want some breakfast?" she asked. 

"No," he said. He kissed her, hard and passionately, his hand at the base of her neck. 

"Coffee?" 

"No," he said again, after placing a kiss on her collar bone and she shivered, still dripping wet from her shower. 

"You know why I'm here." he whispered. 

"Well, then, here have a seat." she smiled and pointed to a bench behind them at the foot of the bed.

Eric took a seat on the bench, shrugging out of the bomber jacket. Audra straddled him and sat on his lap, feeling the bulge beneath his jeans. She kissed him, hard at first, their tongues exploring deeply, his hand tangled in her auburn hair. She rubbed against him, feeling the belt of her robe slip loose as he pulled on the end. 

"Patience, patience, not so fast." she scolded. 

Placing a hand on either side of his face, she kissed him tenderly on the face, moving downward to kiss his neck and nuzzle around his ears. God, he smelled good. She couldn't believe after all these years he still wore that scent that drove her wild. As she kissed him her hips rocked against him and her hands moved downward to pull the blue shirt from his jeans. His hands moved inside her robe to cup and caress her breasts. 

She slipped off his lap and knelt on the floor between his knees, reaching up under his shirt to rub his chest. She reached forward, alternately kissing and licking his smooth stomach, tracing patterns with her tongue and moving slowly downward. She rubbed at the bulge in his jeans, kissing it through the fabric, then moved her hands to the buttons to release his erection. 

Audra pulled his jeans down only enough to provide the access she needed. 

"Oh, yeah," she heard Eric whisper. 

She cupped his balls in both her hands, glancing up to see the look on his face. 

"Jesus," she heard him moan. 

She bent her head, wet hair falling over her face, and kissed them lightly, then began a slow licking motion at the bottom and continuing up to the base of his erection. Then she stopped and brought her tongue to the left side, working her way across. 

She could hear him moaning with pleasure, and felt herself getting wet. She brought her tongue back to the base and licked him slowly all the way up to the tip, then around the tip in small circles, and back down the top. When she paused for a moment, he put his hand in her hair. 

"C'mon, take it." he instructed. 

"I told you patience." 

She smiled sweetly, then gave him a few more licks up and down the sides. Finally she moved her attention back to the underside, licking slowly all the way up to the tip again, lingering there, and placing her lips just around it. Her tongue moved in quick circles around the top and she could hear Eric moaning with pleasure. Finally she pushed her head down until her lips were at the base and his entire dick was in her mouth, pressing at the back of her throat. 

"That's it, take it all, baby." he whispered hoarsely. 

He was grasping at a handful of damp her hair as she moved up and down on him, slowly at first allowing her tongue to caress the underside while her teeth gently scraped the top of his dick. When she got back to the top she savored it, sucking for a moment, then going back down rapidly. Her right arm wrapped around him to grasp his firm ass, and the left one still cradled his balls, gently squeezing them. She picked up the pace and was soon bobbing her head up and down on him knowing he would come at any moment. But she wanted more. 

He was wet from her mouth and again she straddled him, sitting on top of his erection and settling until his entire length was inside her. His hands were inside the robe, which had fallen open, and he was toying with her nipples, kissing them and squeezing them. He smiled at her

"I think you liked that as much as I did" he said. 

"Oh, I did. You know I love doing that. Feels powerful, turns me on." Audra whispered as she moved slowly, up and down on him. 

She wanted this to last forever, it felt so good. Her hands gripped his shoulders, through his shirt he could feel her nails biting into him. She pushed her hips up and down, slowly at first then picking up the pace. "Wait, the mirror, I want to see!" she said, pointing to the full length mirror in the corner of the room. She extracted herself from him, grabbing his hand and leading him to the corner. When she put her back to him he instead pushed her down onto the hardwood floor doggie style on her hands and knees, and entered her from behind. 

"Yeah, that's what I like, y'know?" Eric whispered in her ear. 

"Oh, god, yes." said Audra, watching the movement in the mirror. She could see their juices, intermingled and glistening on his cock each time he pulled out and then slowly pushed back in. He began to pick up the pace, pushing in harder each time, ramming his full length into her pussy. Seeing her reflection in the mirror turned her on and she felt herself getting closer with every push.

As she felt herself getting close to the edge she said in a hoarse whisper, "yeah, fuck yeah, that's it. Fuck me baby, fuck me hard." 

Eric pumped in and out quickly, "Yeah, feels good, doesn't it baby?" He watched his dick as it entered her and slid back out and knew he was getting close too. His right hand fingered her clit, the left was on her tit, pulling at her nipple. 

"Harder baby, harder." said Audra. He increased the speed, she felt his balls slapping her ass as he pumped in and out. "oh, god yes that feels so good, don't stop I am almost there." she said, breathlessly. 

"Yeah, c'mon, fuck yeah, just cum, come on!" Audra shuddered with orgasm as the sensation shot through her body, leaving her without breath for a moment. She gasped for air and felt Eric make one last, hard, entry before she heard him moan and felt his shudder. He came inside her and she could feel their warm, sticky juices running down her leg. She collapsed on the floor with Eric on top of her. 

Once they collected themselves and Eric had gotten dressed, Audra replaced her bathrobe and walked him to the front door. 

"That was nice. You still have that key?" she asked.

He smiled, grabbing her ass and kissing her hard on the lips. Whispering in her ear he said, "You should tell that husband of yours to pay more attention to his sexy wife." Giving her ass a slap, he turned and opened the door. 

As he left, Audra said quietly "He's your brother, you tell him."



Old Friends



Part 1

Tony and I had known each other for years. His sister and I, friends from school. She had always said Tony had a crush on me, but never thought anything of it. 

We hadn't seen each other for quite a long time, when we ran into each other while shopping out of town. 

We made small talk about college, work, and family and decided to grab a bite to eat. 

While we were enjoying out dinner, and catching up, a breaking news story flashed on the many TV screens in the restaurant. A huge storm had developed and all the roads were closed. A state of emergency was declared. 

With no travelling allowed on all roads, we headed to the hotel near the mall. With the storm, the rooms were limited. They had only one room with double beds available. 

"What do you think?" Tony said. "Well, it seems we are not able to travel and the hotels are booked... we'll take it," I replied. 

We walked to the room in an awkward silence. He opened the door and turned on the lights. 

"Tony?" I said a little shakier than expected. "Yes?" he replied. "This isn't going to be weird, is it?"

His face flushed a shade of red and his bead bent. "No. The weather is really bad out there and it's not safe to drive anywhere. Which one would you like?" I chose the bed closest to the bathroom and removed my coat. 

The room was too quite so I turned on the TV. A freezing news man was standing with an umbrella shouting into his microphone, recapping the snowfall, and what was still to come. 

"It's worse than I thought," Tony said, watching the newsman wipe a snowflake off his nose. 

Since neither of us had a change of clothes, we removed our shoes and socks and climbed into the beds. 

"Good Night"

"Good night Tony."

I wasn't sure what time it was when I felt something on my cheek. I opened my eyes to a bluish haze and remembered the storm and hotel room. Tony was kneeling next to the bed, brushing a soft hand across my cheek. 

"I have something to tell you."

"What is it, is everything allright?"

"I've been in love with you since I was 12," he said softly, almost too low. "If I don't do this now, I will regret it...." I opened my mouth to reply, and he pressed his lips against mine. His lips were soft and gentle. To both our surprises, I kissed him back. 

Gently, our lips moved against each other. My tongue softly touched his top lip and a moan escaped from deep in his throat. Our lips parted, and tongues explored the new territory. We parted for a moment, eyes searching. 

I sat up on the edge of the bed and reached my hands towards the celing. The question in his eyes was answered in mine. 

He reached for the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. Underneath, a cream colored camisole stretched across my large breasts. I parted my legs to give him room to get closer. On his knees, he edged closer to fit himself in the empty space. 

He bent his head and kissed the top of my cleavage and ran his tongue up the side of my neck. This time the sound came from me. 

Our mouths found each other again. This time, there were no questions. 

As he nudged closer, I could feel hardness against my thigh. "Sofie", he whispered against my cheek. "I want you so bad." 

Slowly, I stood, our eyes never parting. My hands reached for the button of my jeans. "Let me...," he said. The fabric felt hot against my skin as he slid them down my legs. I stepped out of them, now standing in a camisole and panties. 

"You are so beautiful, "he whispered low in his throat. He buried his face just above my panties and breathed in. 

Standing up, he cupped my bottom and gently squeezed the flesh. His mouth found mine again and our tongues danced. Tony raised his hands slightly and lifted the camisole over my head. The tight fabric freed my large breasts, the sudden cool air made me shiver. 

Standing in only a pair of panties in front of a man I'd seen grow from a boy, I suddenly felt like a teenager. 

My fingers unbuttoned his shirt, sliding it from his chest. He drew me to him, my breasts pressing against his chest. Our arms embraced and caressed one another, while our mouths laid small kisses along shoulders and collar bones. 

"Tony...", I whispered. "Please"

He moaned and held me so close, I thought I couldn't breathe. "Please, " this was more of a plea. He released me and, to my surprise, grabbed the only piece of clothing left covering me. With a quick hand, the fabric was tossed across the room. I reached to remove his pants, and he quickly grabbed my hand and held it tight. 

His eyes were black and filled with crazed need. Holding the gaze and my hand, he removed the last piece of fabric between us. My eyes took in every inch of his body, widening at the size of his swelling. I stepped forward, using my free hand, gently grabbed a hold of his hardness and squeezed. 

"I can't take any more, " he growled deep through clenched teeth. He grabbed me and kissed me hard, my legs weakening from the intensity. I could feel the heat spreading. 

"Sit on the bed, Tony." 

"Sophie....I've never... done this before" his face turning red. I smiled and straddled his lap. "It's ok. I'm sure you will figure it out." 

I started to lower myself slowly on his swollen member. But our bodies betrayed us and slammed together. Taking him in all at once, made my eyes roll and my body tighten around him. "Oh, my god!" he groaned into my neck. A deep moan came from deep inside me. We stayed still, taking in the intense moment and looked in each other's eyes. 

Our mouths met, and our bodies moved. Moving in circles on him, my heat spread, riding the waves. 

His mouth found my breast and sucked at the tender flesh. I tightened around him, again, making me move faster and faster. The sound of our bodies colliding filled the room. "Sophie! He screamed as he released inside me. 

We clung to each other, heavy breathed and covered is sweat. "I'm so sorry, " Tony said. "I wanted you for so long and...."

"And what, Tony?" "You were wonderful, " I said. 

"But it didn't last very long. I wanted you to have a nice time, too."

"Nice time?" I smiled. "It was more than a nice time." "And we have all night...., " I said, planting a kiss on his mouth. 



Part 2

"Would you like to join me in the shower?" 

'I would love too, " he said shyly. He followed me to the bathroom and watched as I turned on the water. Hand in hand, we climbed into the large shower, allowing the water wash over us. 

We laughed and talked while washing each other's hair. 

He paid special attention to "cleaning" my breasts and butt. I smiled at his playfulness and took a handful of suds and washed his soft manhood and surrounding areas. It didn't take long before hardness replaced softness. 

I continued to run my closed hand up and down his shaft, changing pressure and speed. His hands rested on my shoulders for leverage and our mouths met under the rushing water. One hand guided its way to my breast. From deep inside, a groan of please rose and escaped his lips. "I'm so close, please don't stop," he said against my mouth. I smiled against his lips and increased the strokes against his hardness. Abruptly, I stopped before he finished and he sounded disappointed. 

I gently pushed him under the water and rinsed away the soap. "I have something better in store". I walked to the end of the shower and placed both hands on the wall. Looking over my shoulder, my eyes told him what I wanted. He pressed his chest into my back, bending slightly to enter me from behind. 

Slowly, he pushed into my warmth, groaning with every inch. Pressed against the wall, back arched against his chest, I felt his arm stretch across my breasts and his other hand extend lower. 

"Oh, yes!" I yelled, as he made circles with his fingers across my sensitive flesh. "Don't stop, please...Oh god!" He rubbed faster and drove himself in and out of my body. His teeth grazed my shoulder, sending me over the edge. My hand reached behind and grabbed a handful of his hair and tugged gently. 

"Harder," I said between clenched teeth. I could feel him smile against my back and without warning, separated himself from me. This time, the disappointed sound came from me. I turned to face him. 

Still smiling, he said "Now I have something better for you." 

He turned the water off and guided me out of the shower. Grabbing towels from the nearby shelf, he dried himself and me. The slight roughness of the towel against my sensitive skin, made my nipples harden and a new warmth run liquid between my thighs.  

Tony guided me to the bed and laid me down. To my surprise, he did not join me. He made his way to the foot of the bed and crawled up towards me. His strong hand gently pushed my knees apart. Now open to him, I blushed as his mouth laid small kisses on one thigh and then the other.

Small whimpers escaped, my legs opened wider, giving him full access to everything I was. His eyes met mine moments before I felt his mouth cover the soft folds and his tongue move in ways that made me think it wasn't attached. Waves of pleasure started from where is mouth lay to my toes. Tony inserted his fingers, feeling the pressure inside. Moving in and out, quickly, I yelled. 

"Please, please, I need you!" 

Quickly, Tony jumped on the bed, pulling me on top. Straddling him, he entered me from below. Bringing our bodies closer and driving deeper into me, he held me close, rocking me back and forth.

His mouth found my ear with a low growl. "I want to be inside you all night." 

It felt like he grew inside me. His size stretching me gently, making another wave of pleasure run through me. He must have felt it, too. 

"Ugh....you feel so good. Hold on tight." 

Tony's hands wrapped around me and suddenly, he was on top, pushing into me from above. My legs wrapped around his waist. 

"Sophie, tell me what you want." 

"More. I want more!" His pace quickened with each stroke, his mouth found a nipple and sucked. 

"Are you ready Sophie?" "Oh, yes....." 

With a final thrust, he emptied into me. 

We kissed with open mouths, stroking each other gently. 

Our eyes met. "It's going to be a long night." "We have a lot of catching up to do."

And we did.