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The Dilemma

By: rjohnson



Being a single father, at times, can have its advantages and at others, it's a small hell, to say the least. In my case, I have two children going to college and own a fledgling business that keeps me busy, most of the time. Weekends are my salvation and I look forward to them with a great deal of expectation. This, of course, is different when the two kids are home from school. My somewhat, inadequate social life goes on hold when they're home too. I say, inadequate simply because there isn't any social life.

I like to sleep in on the weekends and usually have a late breakfast if any at all. One morning, just as spring break was starting, I picked my two kids up from the station and we spent the next few days getting used to one another again.

This particular morning, as I woke up, I realized that I wasn't alone in bed. Before even opening my eyes, I sensed that there was someone else in bed with me and as I focused, I found my daughter, Susan, lying next to me, sound asleep. She was lying on her left side, facing away from me and I could feel the heat coming from her body as I quietly looked at her back. I tried to remember her coming into bed with me but for the life of me, I couldn't. She must have come in after I was sound asleep and now, I was looking at her as if I had never had a woman in bed with me in my life.

As I lay there looking at her, I realized that I was starting to get an erection. I quickly rolled away from her and got up, trying to hide the bulge in my shorts as I headed for the bathroom. After I had calmed down a little, I returned and found her still asleep. As I quietly got dressed, she stirred and rolled over, her eyes watching me as I pulled my clothes on.

"Morning, Daddy."

I went over and sat on the side of the bed, opposite her.

"Morning."

She rubbed her eyes a little and stretched. I noticed she had grown into a woman and I felt that feeling in my balls, start to come over me again as I looked at her. I got up and left the room. Leaving her in my bed and I spent the rest of the day, wondering why she had come in with me in the first place. We didn't talk about it and that night, after turning the light out, I fell into an uneasy sleep, half expecting or maybe hoping that she would come in and join me again.

I started to dream about her and the last thing I remember was holding her as she cuddled in my arms, her naked breasts pressing against my arm and her hair tinkling my nose. I woke with a start and being that it was still dark outside, I didn't have to focus as much as in the morning. I looked over and sure enough, there was a body in bed with me again. Now I was puzzled because, this time, it wasn't my daughter lying beside me, it was my son, Greg. 

Now, I really started wondering what was going on and decided that I had to get to the bottom of this as soon as I could. Staring at Greg's body, my groin started tingling again and I soon had a full erection. In the dark, I could only see the outline of him but as he rolled over, I caught a glimpse of his groin, his cock half-erect. He groaned softly as he rolled over and left me with a view of his back and ass. As I looked at him, my erection filled the front of my shorts and I had to quickly roll over to hide it, just in case he awoke and found me, his father, with an erection that wouldn't go away.

I fell into an uneasy sleep again and woke in the morning to find Greg had pulled the covers completely off and afforded me a complete view of his nakedness, especially his cock which was still semi-erect.

I tried to get out of bed without a sound so as not to wake him but he rolled towards me and opened his eyes. I froze and when I did, my erection was in full view.

"Morning, dad," he said, smiling at me through half closed eyes.

"Morning."

I couldn't help but stare at his groin. He noticed the look on my face and smiled a little more as he looked down at the bulge in my shorts. I decided that this was a good time to try and find out what the two of them were up to.

"Why are you here?" I asked, taking my eyes off his erection.

"It's a long story," he answered, still keeping his eyes on the bulge in my shorts.

"Well, try me."

He rolled onto his back and yawned before speaking.

"Susan and I know how lonely it can be around here all by yourself and we decided that we would keep you company."

"What makes you two think I need the company, especially in bed?"

"That was Susan's idea."

"Well, you two should have said something before this and let me know what you were up to."

"Oh, come on Dad. We aren't doing anything and besides, it looks like you enjoy having us in bed with you," he said, looking down my body at the bulge in my shorts again.

I felt my face starting to redden as I watched his gaze lower to my erection. I noticed his erection was full now and I couldn't keep from looking at it either. He smiled when he saw me look at him and moved his hips towards me, exposing himself to me, more openly. I wondered what was on his mind as I stared at his groin. I looked up at his face and his grin had widened across his face and I sensed he was waiting for something, I didn't know what. I got up and stood beside the bed, the bulge in my shorts at the level of the bed. He was watching me through wide open eyes and had that look on his face that made me wonder what he was thinking or what he wanted. 

He moved closer to me as I took a step back away from the bed, all the time watching his face. He moved over to the edge of the bed and his hard cock was pointing straight up in the air, within easy reach, if I wanted. He settled on his back and looked up at me.

"Its ok Dad. You don't have to do anything if you don't want to but I hope you do," he said, looking me directly in the eye.

Here was my son offering himself to me if I wanted. My legs started to shake a little as I could feel the heat from him radiating up towards me, his groin only inches from my hand. I just stood looking at him, not knowing what to do.

"Come on dad. Why don't you get back into bed with me," Greg said, still smiling up at me.

As if in a trance, I moved back towards the bed as he moved over to make room for me. I slowly got on the bed and moved in beside him. He waited until I was settled and then rolled towards me, propping himself on his elbow, hovering over my face, looking down at me.

"Its ok," he said again. "I've always wanted to be in bed with you and I've thought about nothing else ever since we got here the other day. I'm not gay, if that is what's bothering you but I do like being with a man every now and then. I hope you don't mind."

Mind, hell, I was so excited that I couldn't speak. Here I was, in bed with a grown boy, both of us with erections, talking about being with a man. My excitement overshadowed the thoughts of how wrong this was as I looked up at his smiling face, inches above me. Without a word, he leaned down and our lips met. I felt the softness and the roughness of him as he kissed me lightly. He pulled up and looked down at me, not saying anything but gauging my reaction. Not seeing much resistance, he leaned down again and our lips met once more only this time, he used the tip of his tongue to lick around my outer lips and then probed between them.

At first I didn't move. Then I accepted his mouth and started kissing him back, probing his lips lightly with my tongue. He responded and soon we were exploring each other's mouth with wet tongues. I groaned a little as he moved his legs over me and I felt his weight on me. He moved directly on top of me as our lips never separated and I could feel his hardness against my own. I had never felt anything so erotic before and I reached up to pull him closer, wrapping my arms around his neck and trying to get my tongue deeper inside his wet mouth.

He groaned and started to move his hips, rubbing his erection against mine sending waves of unexpected pleasure through my body. I hung onto him as we continued tonguing each other then he pulled his head back and looked down at me for an instance. As I let go of him, he moved down and started to run his tongue along the outline of my nipples, gently tonguing them, sending another wave of wanting through me. He softly tugged on them with his mouth and kissed and licked them until they were sticking straight up towards him. 

His hand was moving up and down my chest, rubbing it lovingly as he continued teasing my nipples. I felt his fingers reach my groin and run over my bulge, gently massaging me before reaching my straining cock. I closed my eyes and savored the feeling I was having as he took pulled my shorts down and took my cock in his hand, gently rubbing up and down my length, groaning as he did. He ran his finger around my head and split open the slit on the top of it, wiping the moisture that had gathered there, away then running his fingers around my head again, softly caressing me.

He raised his head and looked at me. Through closed eyes, I heard him say, "I love the feel of you."

I opened my eyes and looked up at him.

"I love the feel of you holding me," I said, smiling slightly at him, encouraging him on with my eyes.

He turned to look down my body and started to move in that direction. As he did, his body turned so I could reach him, his back and ass within easy access. I felt his breath against my hair before the feeling of warmness surrounded my cock, his mouth taking me into it, licking and sucking on me gently, at first. I reached out and ran my hands along the outline of his spine and down to his crack, probing with two fingers, making him groan again. I spread my legs further apart as I felt his tongue slowly running down between my legs to my balls, kicking my shorts completely off. He took one of them at a time, into his mouth and gently sucked them, sending another wave of pleasure through me.

I quickly looked down my body to watch him and he must have sensed me watching him as he raised his head and looked at me.

"Spread your legs wider," he said softly, helping me by putting his hand under me and raising my hips off the bed a little. 

He then leaned down again and started to lick his way down to my crack, gently running the tip of his tongue along the sides of it before dipping into the middle, probing me and pushing against my hole. He raised my legs a little higher in the air and moved directly between them, holding them with his hands as he continued licking and sucking on me. I groaned at the feeling of his tongue against my hole and he probed harder, this time, trying to get inside me. I wanted him to enter me with his tongue and I grabbed my legs behind my knees and held them open for him. The pressure he was using increased and for the first time in my life, I suddenly felt something foreign inside my ass hole.

He groaned when he popped inside me and started to tongue fuck my ass. I can't explain the feelings I was having at that moment but I knew I didn't want him to stop, it was so exciting and sensual. He continued, as I raised my legs against my chest, opening my ass hole up to him, letting him have complete access to it. He started speeding up his thrusts and was soon thrusting in and out of me as his hands held my crack apart. 

Then I felt the bed move and I looked down to see him raising himself up, getting between my legs while on his knees. I watched him take his hard cock in his hand and rub it up and down my crack, probing at my hole with his head. My crack was drenched from his tonguing and I could feel the slipperiness of it as he ran his head up and down it, stopping only to push against my hole before moving away from it again. The next time his head pushed against my hole, I found myself pushing back against him, wanting him to enter me. Without a word between us, he pushed against me until I felt my hole, give in to the pressure and suddenly, his head was inside me. He stopped and looked up my body at me, his eyes searching mine. Without a word, I nodded slightly and he started to push further up into me. I could feel his head rubbing against the walls of my canal as he pushed it further and further up into me until he was fully inside me, his balls resting against my upturned ass. 

Again he looked up at my face before he started to move, waiting for me. 

Dad?' he started, but I stopped him.

"Go ahead son. Go ahead, you feel so good inside me."

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Yes, please. Go ahead and fuck my ass. I want you to. I want to feel you come inside me. I want your hot come deep inside my ass."

He looked down and watched his cock slowly slide out of me again and then back up into me. I groaned once more, this time when I felt his head hit the end of my canal. He did the same thing a couple of more times, then started to thrust in and out of me steadily.

"Oh fuck, yes," I cried out as he started to slap his balls against my ass every time he thrust fully up into me. "Yes, son. Fuck my ass."

I don't know what made me want him so much but it felt so good, having his hard cock deep inside me, pounding his balls against my ass as he fucked me harder and harder, grunting once or twice in the process. I looked down at him and the look of concentration on his face was amazing. I could see the sweat starting to form on his body as he fucked me and I closed my eyes again, never wanting him to stop.

I suddenly felt his cock twitch and then a warming sensation came over my ass as he erupted inside me, sending wave after wave of hot come spewing up into me. 

"Oh yes, son. Fuck my ass. Fill me with your hot come," I yelled, urging him to empty his balls completely into me.

He grunted and held himself against me as he emptied himself into me then slowly started to pull out of me. I felt his head pop out of me and then the warm feeling of come running down between my crack, pooling on the bed underneath me. He moved back a little to let me lower my legs and I felt the wetness of the bed under my legs. I watched him as he moved back up the bed to my side, a smile on his face.

"That was amazing," he said, lowering himself down beside me. "Your ass was so tight, I wanted to fuck it as hard as I could."

I couldn't speak but just looked at him with smiling eyes. I noticed him look away towards the door and I followed his glance. There in the doorway, was Susan, her hand between her legs, her eyes wide open and her mouth silently open, watching us. Her shirt was up just under her breasts and she smiled at us as we looked over at her. Without anything being said, she slowly approached the bed, slowly taking her shirt off as she did. Getting onto the bed, she settled down on the other side of me and looked down at my face, a big smile on her lips.

"I'm sorry, dad," she said. "Watching you two has made me so hot."

I reached up and pulled her head down to my chest as she ran her hand across me. I felt my son's hand join her and soon they were both caressing me, running their fingers up and down my front, circling my nipples, making them stand up again, as if they needed any help. Then she lowered her head to my nipple and took it into her mouth, slowly and sensually, running her tongue around the tip and gently pulling on it with her teeth. I felt my son's tongue reach out and start to do the same thing to my other nipple and soon I had both of them, licking and sucking them. 

Their hands weren't idle either as I felt a soft hand reach down and grasp my still hard cock. It ran up and down my length and I heard a soft groan come out of my daughter as she lowered herself down to my groin, taking my straining cock into her mouth, starting to lick up and down it. I groaned and closed my eyes as waves of pleasure began running through me again. I opened my eyes just as Greg leaned down and our lips touched again. He opened my mouth with his probing tongue and as we searched each other's mouth, Susan started sucking on my cock, running her tongue up and over my head and under the crown.

I reached up and pulled Greg down to me until he was laying across me, our lips locked, our tongues searching as I felt the bed move a little. I next felt Susan's knees touch the outer edge of my thighs, then my cock was engulfed with a warm, wet cunt as she lowered herself down onto me, stopping when she was resting on my groin, my cock fully up inside her. I groaned into Greg's mouth as we continued tonguing each other then I felt Susan start to fuck herself with my cock, moving up and down, slapping herself against my skin every time she lowered herself down over me.

I started to raise and lower my hips against her urgent movements as she bounced up and down, my cock burying itself deep inside her soaking cunt. I could hear the wetness of her as she continued fucking herself and I groaned again as Greg moved up and straddled my head, his knees on either side of it, his now hardening cock, inches from my mouth. I quickly looked up at his face and he was looking down at me with a look of expectation of it. I slowly opened my lips and he thrust his hips forward, sending his head inside my mouth. I licked his head and around the crown, letting him slide himself further into me, as Susan was still bouncing up and down on my cock. I reached up with my hands and pushed Greg up a little so I could feel his ass as he continued to let me suck his cock.

I marveled to myself at the softness and pliability of his head and the hardness of the veins sticking out along his length as he started to slowly thrust in and out of my mouth. After a few more thrusts, he pulled himself out of my mouth and raised himself up over my head, his balls hanging down just above my face. I snaked my tongue out and licked his balls gently, sending a loud groan from deep inside him. I took each of his balls, one at a time, into my mouth and washed them with my tongue gently. He groaned over and over again before moving back down and thrusting his cock back into my mouth.

Suddenly, I heard Susan call out.

"Oh fuck, I'm coming."

I felt my cock getting wetter as her juices poured out of her and ran down my length, ending up in a pool on my groin. I could feel the wetness as she fucked herself to a climax. Just as I thought she was finished coming, I felt her against my groin, using her vaginal muscles, gripping me with them and trying to make me come inside her. She sat on me and rocked back and forth, holding me tight with her cunt until I felt a tingling in my groin. She must have sensed I was coming as she called out.

"Yes, Daddy. Come inside me. Fill my cunt with your hot come. I want you to come inside me. I want to feel your hot come spray up into me and fill my cunt."

I felt my head explode inside her and she groaned when she felt my come spew out of my head, sending waves of hot come, spraying up into her.

"Yes, yes, yes. Fill my cunt with your hot come."

I groaned around Greg's cock as I came and I felt Susan trying to empty my balls of all my come. She finally got off me and turned around, taking me in her mouth, licking and sucking on my spent cock, cleaning our juices off me. Greg's cock twitched in my mouth and suddenly, I felt the first wave of come cross my tongue. I felt his head twitch over and over again as he emptied himself into my throat. I gagged a little but swallowed as fast as I could and soon he was pulling himself out of me, a strand of come joining the head of his cock to my lips.

As he got off me, I looked down and Susan had finished cleaning my cock and was looking up from between my legs at me. She had a satisfied look on her face and slowly started up my body, running her hands up me as she did until she was at my face, her eyes smiling down at me. Without a word, she leaned forward and kissed me.

"I love you Daddy," she said as she looked down at me.

"I love you too," I answered back, pulling her head down to my chest again.


The Dilemma



The Irrational Dilemma...

Now was the moment of truth, Chloe Simmons sat on her couch looking at the ringing phone, part of her wanting to answer it, part of her wanting to just leave the apartment and let it ring. 

*** 

Chloe was always up for new things and new challenges, she prided herself on her openness to learning or experiencing something different when ever the situation arose. 

She had been born with the irrational fear of heights, so for her 16Th birthday, she treated herself to a bungee jump. Standing at the top looking down, she thought she would have a heart attack, her heart was racing way to fast not to explode, her chest was constricted so tightly, she couldn't breath, and just when she was ready to step back and scream "FUCK THIS SHIT!" she stepped forward and just jumped. Sure it was terrifying, her stomach stuck in her throat, and tears of fears whipping all over her soaked face. She wanted to close her eyes and fall deep into that safe place in her mind, where she was still on the ground watching the other fools bungee jump. 

How insane was it it really, how desperate to let your entire life; your precious, running out of time, dying every minute life depend on one rubbery bungee cord. If it broke, that was it, there was no going back. 

Foolish, rash, stupid and risky, but the ultimate cure to the fear of heights. 

When her feet were planted solidly on the ground, Chloe remembered why she had done it, she felt alive, safe, appreciative of her life and non broken body! Since than she had none of the anxieties when it came to heights, a 13 foot ladder was nothing compared to that jump and she could climb it with ease. 

So with all the daredevil tactics and self healing maneuvers, why was she afraid to date a white guy? She tried to reason with herself, but she could not see the logic, it made absolutely no sense and she didn't understand why she was fretting over it. 

What made the least sense was her own mother, Avril, was white. A mother who she adored, a mother who adored her, a woman who, regardless of her race was a pillar of ultimate strenght and confidence. Her mother was the very one who had taught her about true love and how precious life really was. 

Her father, Balthazar, was equally amazing, he was a strong black man who had advanced in a world not made for him to easily excel. One of the highest payed lawyers around, he was equally devoted to his family and loved them beyond reason. They had both showered their only child in love and gifts, but they also taught her about discipline, honor, and family; the things in life that really mattered. 

Besides, it wasn't all about this strangers race, she didn't even know him, he was some complete stranger, and she was not the type of girl to just date a stranger. Hell, she had barley dated. She had had 3 boyfriends her whole life; her 1st had been her high school sweetheart. A disastrous relationship, she had spent her prom in the back of a hearse, giving herself to a guy who would leave her 3 days after for a much older widow who worked at the same grocery store he did. Sure the break up was a shock, but she was completely blown away when he told her the widow was a man. 

She had no problems with homosexuality, to each their own. But she did have a problem with being a pawn to hide her high school sweet hearts homosexual tendencies. He should have just been honest, she would have helped him, she knew how homophobic his father was. 

Needless to say, she had not enjoyed the sexual experience at all, she knew off the bat sex was not for her, so she had not done it since. It was such an intimate, personal act of sharing to be so unsatisfying. She was reasonable, she took into consideration that alot of women did not enjoy their first time, mainly because of the pain, but she hadn't felt ANY pain. No discomfort, no stretching, NOTHING! 

She hadn't even experienced those feelings of desire or anything remotely sexual while she was growing up. During puberty when her friends discovered boys, she discovered nothing. She realized that she just wasn't one of those women that enjoyed sex. So she was a bit of a prude, who cared? The only ones that would think of her as prudish were the ones that wanted sex from her, why the hell would she care what they thought? 

She understood the concept of sex equaling babies, but for anything else, it just didn't make sense to her. When she was married and ready for children she would have sex again. 

*** 

THE BEGINNING... 

Devlin Sinclair had only been here a few months, but he was already enjoying himself. There was just nothing like a small town atmoshere to make one feel all cozy and surreal, it was such a vivid contrast and a nice change from the fast, never sleep city life. He could actually relax here, he enjoyed the solitude he had, the freedom. With a large family, someone was always around, he never had peace at home, no personal space. 

That's why he had enjoyed college so much, being away from them was ideal. He had missed them and was happy to return home after such a long time away, but his enjoyment was short lived. What started as a strong hint about marriage and family had turned into his mother practically planning his engagement, and to his complete and utter shock, she had basically picked his fiancee. 

He was not his older brothers, so what if they were married with children, they did what they did and he did what he did. They understood him, so why was his mother so persistent? The pressure had him ready to crack, he was only 28 and in no rush to to settle down. Devlin had tried to explain that he wasn't getting married until he was either sick of women or met someone he felt he could settle down with and not be harassed in the marriage. A woman that realized he had a high sex drive and a love for women he knew there was no way in hell he would ever be able to shake. He honestly couldn't help it, he respected women, he had a mother and a sister to make sure of that, but he just knew in his heart that he would never find that elusive thing called love, and honestly, he was just not interested in it. 

So when Devlin heard of the position available at a small firm, far from his clan, he applied. Of course they had called him back immediately, his family's name was legendary and their firm was ranked highest in the country, no Sinclare had ever left the family firm. The Sinclare family equaled money and power, there name alone struck fear in any attorney unfortunate enough to have to go against them in court. 

This particular Sinclare had already set himself apart, proving after only one year out of college that he was a dangerous opponent. They were wary of the man with the devils persuasion and the looks of a god. 

*** 

Chloe had been designing clothes since she could walk, and now that she was 22 she was ready to turn it into something more than just an addicting hobby. Dropping out of college had been a shock to her father, but her mother had known before she started that she was on the wrong career track. Chloe had found herself in a slew of odd jobs, saving her money to start her own small business. Her father had offered to help her, having more than enough money, but she was a grown woman now and she wanted to do it herself. It was possible, if she started very small and worked her way up. The Internet was her ultimate choice to begin with. 

So after getting fired or quitting about six different jobs since she left school, she had finally found one she could actually relax and stick with. 

It was only her first day of work at the 'Lyquid Anxiety' coffee shop, but Chloe could already tell she liked it, the work was easy and she loved coffee, how could she go wrong? Alright, so her coworker, Lita was a big of a irritant, but nothing she couldn't handle. She was just the braggy type, every guy that walked in the store either wanted her or she swore they were stalking her. She had told Chloe at least 7 times so far, how men just randomly tell her how sexy she is, how many guys she dated, although she was in love with a new guy whose name she didn't know yet, but who was coming into the coffee shop just to see her. Than there were her stories of guys fighting over her, and even horror stories about her breast implants. 

That was way to much information for just meeting her a few hours ago, Chloe was always cautious of people who spilled all their personal information in the first 24 hours of meeting them. Chloe didn't have time for that kind of thing, to each their own, just don't involve her. She was here for the paycheck, she had her own life. 

*** 

Devlin was taking it easy with women, this town was just to small. He had limited himself to only a few, who knew with out a doubt that it was nothing more than sex, he was dating other women and he had no intentions of EVER settling down. He did notice however, that one girl in particular, Alicia was getting a little to attached and really closing in on his personal space. 

He had found this great little coffee shop, around the corner from work, he took his coffee very serious and this place made a serious cup of coffee. Unfortunately Alicia had turned up at the exact time he did, for the last 4 days, he was getting irritated. He liked drinking his coffee and reading the paper alone, in peace! 

So he took an early lunch that day, just to try to avoid the Alicia drama, he walked in and frowned a little, looking at the one little detail of this coffee shop he did not care for, the strawberry blonde with the thick white blonde streaks and huge, obviously enhanced breasts. She came a dime a dozen, overly flirty, oozing with well planned sexuality she just could not pull off. This nice, comfy little coffee shop was becoming more of a hassle now than anything else, between the strawberry blonde's overt flirtations and Alicia's possessiveness. He needed to find a new place. Hell, he left home to get away from anything that could tie him down or anyone who could call him 'relation'. He wanted anonymity here, and unfortunately his sex drive had already ruined that. If only he could keep his dick in his pants, his life would be alot easier! 

*** 

"Oh my god!" Lita almost dropped her cup of coffee, a few drops splashing on the counter as she slammed it down, "that's him," she was panting. Chloe wondered if she should put a napkin under her chin, she didn't mind cleaning up spilled coffee, but they didn't pay her enough to clean up drool. "He is so fucking hot! Have you ever seen some one so fucking HOT in your entire life?!" she squealed and he looked up just as Chloe looked at him. 

There was no doubt about it, he was the sexiest man Chloe had ever seen. He was tall, broad shoulders, she could tell under his suit he was extremely muscular, his dark wavy hair, intense eyes, full lips, dripping with strenght, mystery and overt sexuality. Normally she wasn't into white men, but this guy was just hot, any race would agree, even lesbians would agree! 

"Oh shit he's coming over here, hows my hair?" she turned to Chloe, with a vacant, albeit excited look on her face. 

"It's fine." 

*** 

He looked up and stopped dead in his tracks. She was sooo pretty, just standing there, looking at him. She was like a gourmet treat just waiting for him at the counter. Her skin was a pale mixture of butterscotch and mocha, she was a whipped chocolaty creation with a liberal dash of cream, she looked delicious. 

Fuck the coffee, he wanted to drink her! 

The closer he got the more bewitched he became, she was just so damn appealing, her deep chestnut curls, pulled back into an extra thick ponytail going down the middle of her back, her eyes were a pale amber with just a hint of rust, a peculiar color, but dazzling none the less, the pale color glowed like a soft citric stone framed by her thick, long dark lashes. She also had a body that could stop a clock and blow up a cock, he could tell even under the smock she was a curvy little thing, she couldn't be more than 5 ft. 5, with those large perky breasts, that teeny tiny waist and those perfectly curved hips. He wanted to run behind that counter, bend her over and bare that lush round ass he knew she had. 

Damn he loved curvy women! It was his one weakness when it came to the opposite sex! Other wise, he had no preferences when it came to women, he loved fucking them all, regardless of race or religion! 

"Hi." the strawberry blonde bounced as she greeted him, "What can I get you?" she asked, but he was still looking at the other girl. Chloe, feeling the power of that gaze, turned around to the coffee dispensers and started to make herself a cup of coffee. 

"Espresso." he said frowning a little when she turned around. 

"Anything else?" she smiled, batting her eyes, "we have fresh, warm cherry pie today." she leaned forward showing off her cleavage. 

"Just the coffee." he said. 

"There you are." Alicia was suddenly beside him, the strawberry blonde and her immediately turned to each other, with some secret, silent stand off, he was half tempted to tell them he didn't want either of them. "I was in town and I stopped by to bring you some espresso, your secretary told me you left for lunch early." she turned to Lita with a look of disgust, "A white chocolate raspberry latte, extra foam." she turned back to him, "let's go sit down sweetie, the waitress will bring it to us." she said 'waitress' the way one would say 'trash'. 

He took another look at the beautiful girl who was now turning to see him with Alicia. 

DAMN ALICIA!!! 

*** 

Chloe was not impressed, every one knew Alicia, she was a gold digging, back stabbing, three faced bitch! She believed herself to be worth alot more than the comfortable middle class life her family had gifted her with, it was one of the reasons she had not spoken to her family since graduation, she honestly believed she was better than them and blamed them for not being millionaires at her birth. Most girls avoided Alicia, and quite a few hated her, Chloe didn't care either way, she had nothing to do with her life, so there was no reason to have ANY feelings about her. Still for some unknown reason, it bothered her just a tinsy bit that Alicia the ultra bitch was with this gorgeous new guy. 

*** 

She woke up in a sweat, her eyes wide and her mouth dropped, she slid her hands between her legs and gasped, looking at her soaked fingers. What the hell, she was dreaming about sex now??? She never dreamed about sex, she never thought about it unless it involved telling someone that she wouldn't have it with them. 

Than she felt the hot blush spread across her cheeks in embarrassment to herself, she had been dreaming about that cute white guy. What the hell? She wasn't into white men, she wasn't even into sex! 

*** 

Devlin was weak, when he needed sex, all other things paled in comparison. So when he was trying to get rid of Alicia and give her the 'this is not working' speech at the same time, and she offered him sex, he took it. He fucked that girl all night long until she was begging him to stop. He wasn't paying her any attention, it could have been anyone below him, all he could think about was the caramel curves of the seductive little minx from 'liquid anxiety'. 

*** 

Devlin decided to go to the coffee shop early before work, he smiled to himself when he saw her through the front window. He took his time walking to the counter, examining her. Her bee stung lips that he had a serious urge to just kiss, and suffer the consequences. Those exotic eyes he could seriously get lost in. He walked up to her, the counter seemed huge between them, putting her too far from him; he wanted to reach out and slide her across it, closer to him. 

"What can I get you?" she asked, instantly remembering the sexy guy from yesterday, blushing to herself thinking about that crazy dream. 

"You." he said seriously, looking deep into her eyes. He shocked her with his boldness and his intensity, it was making her legs wiggle and her breasts tighten. He noticed her body's reaction instantly and even though he really wasn't into sweets, he suddenly had a powerful lust for a sickly sweet caramel sundae. 

"Sorry we only sell coffee here." she kinda smirked. 

"Your names not sally." he said looking at the name tag on her apron that read sally. 

"How do you know." she raised her brows. 

"It doesn't fit." he touched the name tag and she instinctively pulled back, the name tag so close to the breast that now sported a very hard nipple. He noticed and smiled to himself as she flushed a little. 

"What kind of coffee do you want?" Chloe snapped trying to get him away from her before she embarrassed herself, the more this man with the incredibly deep, husky, lust-laced voice talked, the more she wanted to rub her tingling coochie on the corner of the counter. 

"Whats your name?" 

"Coffee server, what- do- you -want?" she imitated sign language with her hands. 

"Let me take you out to dinner." 

"Sorry." 

"Do you have a boyfriend?" he asked seeing her ring-less wedding finger was defiantly a relief to him. 

"Now you know that's none of your business." she shook her head surprised at how bold he was, it was kind of turning her on and irking her at the same time. 

"Go out with me." 

"Yea, um, I'm not into threesomes." she shrugged. 

"Threesomes?" 

"Did you forget you brought your girlfriend in here with you yesterday?" 

"She's not my girlfriend." 

'DAMN, DAMN, DAMN ALICIA!!!' 

"Whatever, this is not 'win a date' this is a coffee shop, so what do you want?" she tried to dismiss him. 

"I told you, i want YOU." he said with such an arrogant sexuality the words hit her like a brick, waking her up, this guy was a little dangerous to her peace of mind. 13 minutes before she even met him she was almost repulsed and definately bored with sex, now it was all she could think of. 

"I don't even know you, I-" she started. 

"One date." he cut her off. 

"No, I don't date, um-" she couldn't think of the polite way to tell him she didn't date white men. 

"You don't date? Are you a lesbian?" he asked, praying to god this luscious creature was into men. 

"No!" she snapped, getting irritated by him and her body's reaction to him. "I don't date white men." she felt a little strange actually saying the words she had never spoke aloud. 

"You haven't or you don't." if she had turned him down because she was with someone or was into the opposite sex, he would have backed off, but because he was white? He had never been turned down by a women in his life and if by some wild chance he had of, it certainly would not have been because he was white! He had been with plenty of African American women and none of them cared about the color of his skin. He wasn't letting her off that easy, he wanted her just a little to much for that. 

"Both." 

"So what race do you date?" 

"Black." 

"But your not dating anyone now?" 

"No." 

"Than let me take you out." 

"No!" she snapped, seeing a line begin to gather behind him. 

"Why?" he seemed genuinely confused. 

"I told you." 

"Because your racist?" 

"I'm not racist." Chloe yelled a little louder than she would have liked. 

"Than you'll go out with me." Devlin smiled smoothly. 

"No." 

"But your not seeing anyone and your not racist, so why not?" 

"Excuse me." the little old lady behind him said. 

"Your holding up the line." Chloe said through clenched teeth. 

"I'm not moving until you agree." 

"I'm not agreeing." 

"Come on." the teenage boy with a blue and green mohawk whined, standing behind the old lady. 

"I'm Devlin." he said taking her hands in his, she tried to pull hers away but he wouldn't let go, "don't deny me the pleasure of your company or not take the chance to get to know me just because of my race." he said sincerely, "Go out with me one time and I'll never bother you again." he held her gaze. She wasn't sure if she wanted to slap him or kiss his full lips. 




The Dilemma



"Just say yes, I'm dying here, I need coffee!" the teenager cried. 

"Your very persistent." she said annoyed. 

"You have no idea." he said honestly, never one to deny his aggressive streak. It was just part of him, he fought hard for what he wanted, he would pull every last straw he had to win. There was just nothing like a challenge. "I won't stop until you say yes." he said and she knew he was serious. 

"I'm gonna pass out on the floor." the teen exaggerated going from one leg to the other, "i need caffeine!" 

"Take a chance." Devlin said, his hand sending a heat straight up her arms that gathered in her erecting nipples. 

"Fine." she glared at him, grabbing a business card and a pen, "but only because you forced me." she pulled her hands from his, grabbing a business card, she wrote down her phone number. 

"I can live with that." he looked at the big silver ring with the turquoise stones, on her middle finger and the chunky silver ring on her thumb. He even noticed how perfectly she wrote her numbers, since when did hand writing turn him on? 

"Thank god!" the boy behind them clapped his hands twice. Devlin looked down at the number and noticed she had not put a name. 

"Who do I ask for?" 

"If some one answers, "she shrugged her shoulders, "ask for Sally." she smiled, dazzling him. He grinned than turned around and left, much to the relief of the anxious teenager who gave him silent praise for landing such a girl and using such aggressive tactics. 

Half way there he realized he still hadn't ordered his coffee, normally he would be pissed, but he just kept smiling, even as he grabbed shitty coffee from the automatic coffee dispenser in the lounge. 

*** 

SO BACK TO THE MOMENT OF TRUTH... 

Chloe sat there, the butterflies in her stomach had suddenly developed steel tipped wings by the 2ND ring. 

Why was she nervous? What was really so different about them? Hadn't she just jumped when the fear of heights had over whelmed her? Hadn't she told herself she would just keep jumping, and not let fear control her? That's what it was right? 

Fear... 

Fear of the unknown , fear of something so different than herself. What was she afraid of? Going out on one date with a white man couldn't lighten the color of her skin, she was who she was regardless, right? 

Besides hadn't she always prided herself on her lack of racism, one of her close friends was white, her mother was white. She kept it real, she never denied her race, she was proud of what she was, the mixture that had made Chloe Simmons! She was contradicting herself by being racist. That's what it was, plain old fashioned racism. There was no other reason she wouldn't date him. If he had been the one to deny her, it would have been blatant racism and she would have been seriously offended. 

She had learned quick growing up that regardless of money or prestige, one drop of black made you to dark for some, and one drop of white made you to light skinned for others. Had she not swore to herself that she would never be one of the narrow minded, never let her fear of something different control her or make her judge a stranger because of the color of there skin. Easy to say if you are never put to the test. Now she was being put to the test and for extremely irrational reasons, she was failing miserably. 

The third ring was so loud, she felt the vibration in her bones, making her ears sting. If she was going to answer it, it had to be now! 

What should she do? Should she contradict herself and stay home, 'keepin it real'? OR should she just take a chance date with an unknown, handsome stranger?



The Dilemma



A few years ago I was living with my then boyfriend Tony. I knew that he secretly fantasized about a childhood friend of mine called Sonia. She wasn't exactly a model in looks; she was pretty but short legged. But I suppose she did have a special something that turns men on. I don't know. Something about her posture and facial expression that is really hot.

Anyway, she came over to visit us for a weekend and one evening we were sitting in the living room watching a movie we had rented out when I suddenly had the urge to drink some cum. Tony was sitting beside me on the sofa wearing shorts and a t-shirt and Sonia was wearing a short green skirt and white blouse and was comfortably sitting in an armchair to the right of us. I was in my pyjamas, by the way. Cute pink ones with little teddy bears.

My first thought was to get Tony to the bathroom for a few minutes and get him to ejaculate in my mouth. Like I said, I just felt like drinking his cum, I wasn't really that horny or anything and the truth was I was enjoying the film. Hey, some people like popcorn, I like cum. 

At any other moment I would have simply taken out his cock and sucked it dry right there, but with Sonia in the room that was impossible. At least that's what I thought at the time. What a dilemma.

I whispered my problem into Tony's ear and he looked at me with eyes wide open. He then looked at Sonia and became pensive for a few minutes before telling me "I don't mind if Sonia looks on, do you think she would get upset?" I thought about it for a while. My heart was racing just thinking about it. What an adrenalin rush. The thought of drinking Tony's cum in front of Sonia. What would she think? I knew he liked her a little and I remember becoming slightly jealous. He wants to fuck her, I know he does. I thought. Meanwhile Sonia was completely unaware of what was going on and eventually I came to a decision.

I turned around to Sonia and asked her, "Sonia, are you hungry, do you want anything to eat?" she responded, "No thanks, I'm fine thank you."

"Do you mind if I eat something while we watch the film?" I asked. "Of course not, it's your house, do whatever you want" she answered.

"Cool"

I reached into Tony's shorts and pulled out his already hard cock. I couldn't see Sonia's face at the time but Tony could and he told me later that she had glanced over, realized what I was doing and looked at the TV quickly while her face reddened.

The poor girl didn't know what to do or think. By this stage I was really getting into extracting as much cum out of Tony as I could swallow. I knew the best way to do that was to take it easy at first and try to get him to last as long as possible. A quick ejaculation won't empty his balls of everything he has to offer. Sonia was still pretending not to notice.

I was starting to get really horny thinking about Sonia watching Tony's cock sliding in and out of my mouth and without thinking I turned around and asked her, "Are you sure you don't want some? I don't mind, really." The next thing that happened really, I mean really surprised me. She stood up, moved closer to us and stopped at Tony's feet. 

"Actually, I'm not hungry but I've always wanted Tony's cock buried deep in my pussy. I'm sorry, it's one thing to dream about it and quite another to actually see it in person. If I don't fuck it right now I'll go crazy" she said while I looked at her with shock.

"WHAT???" I burst out.

She lifted up her skirt and I saw that she was wearing nothing at all underneath. What a slut I thought. She's had her eyes on my boyfriend for a while apparently. And here I go and give him to her on a plate. Tony said nothing throughout, the bastard. He was mesmerized staring at her bald crotch. His mouth was almost watering.

Sonia pushed me to one side and straddled Tony. She sat down on him and slid his cock easily into her already soaking wet pussy. Tony groaned with pleasure as she started to fuck him right there in front of me. I didn't know what to say or do. I was completely shocked and surprised. My best friend and my boyfriend fucking like gas powered rabbits in front of me, in my own living room, on my own sofa and without my permission. They started to kiss passionately, their tongues touching and entwining together. They only stopped to breath and tell each other how much they've wanted each other and how this was a dream come true. 

Tony started to really fuck her hard from beneath her and she loved every minute. He pumped her harder and harder and her feet left the ground. She was shouting his name out loud. "FUCK TONY... FUCK ME HARD TONY, CUM DEEP INSIDE ME. FERTILISE ME."

I nearly fainted at her words. I knew she wasn't using the pill or used any other type of contraceptives. She wanted to have his child. Fuck I was wrong about her, she wasn't just a slut. She was deeply and passionately in love with Tony. I never knew. I tried to feel a little sorry for her but it was difficult. Throughout the years she had secretly been in love with Tony and had not even glanced or insinuated herself to him. In fact, she especially avoided him, and now, because of me and as a game, I'd provoked her into finally cracking. My god she would feel bad when the passion finally subsided. I tried to think about ways of making her feel less guilty. I couldn't really blame her for wanting Tony and didn't know what to do. I thought it best to wait until they had finished. To tell you the truth I was in shock.

Tony was convulsing violently. I knew him well enough to know he was about to cum and cum big. He would fill her pussy up completely. 

He suddenly exploded more violently then I ever knew he could, his hot cream penetrating every crevice of her wet cunt. She shook on top of him climaxing at the same time and I saw how his load started dripping down her inside leg while they slowly relaxed. They were both trembling. I think I had witnessed the best fucking climax ever. They hadn't just fucked each other. That was true love making. They seemed to melt into each other. I felt so envious. I had never had anything like that with Tony, I liked him a lot and at times I even thought I loved him but not like that. What we had was more like an intimate friendship. What most people have without realizing it. Who would have thought that Sonia and Tony were so good together? At least as far as sex was concerned. 

Anyway, before Sonia had a chance to remember where she was and what she had said and done, I pushed her slowly off Tony and with a look of surprise and guilt on her face, I lowered my mouth to her red hot pussy and started licking it. I looked up and said...

"Sorry, Sonia, but I'm still hungry and now it's all inside you, do you mind if I clean you up a little?"

Tears started to roll down her cheeks and I knew she was about to cry. I thought it best to let her get it out of her system. She was crying while I lapped up every drop of Tony's cum I could. Her legs were wide open and trembling still, her skirt around her waist, her cunt was hot and red and sensitive and she cried and cried. I may seem very cold blooded to you and at that moment I suppose I was. But I didn't know how to react. I suppose you don't know until it happens to you.

Tony didn't know what to do either. He looked on mesmerized, a million thoughts racing through his head, a thousand emotions attacking his sanity. But I continued licking every drop of his cum from between Sonia's legs. Eventually I finished, sat up straight and looked at them both. They couldn't meet my stare. They couldn't look at each other. Eventually she was the first to speak in between tears.

"I'm so sorry.." she started to say, 

"Shhh don't worry Sonia," I interrupted her "that was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." I told her. "I had no idea you loved Tony so much. How could you have held it in for so long?"

"I, I, I've wanted Tony so much and for such a long time but I couldn't betray you, I'm sorry." she looked down at her exposed legs. "I'm all sticky" she finally said half laughing.

I looked at Tony. 

"Do you love her?" I asked him "I mean really love her?" He nodded but said nothing. "I always knew she made you horny but I didn't think for one moment that you actually loved her." I said.

"I thought she didn't like me, I fantasized that she did, but I never really believed it. I've loved her since I met her. Since before you and me started going out when you introduced me to her as a friend. But she was with Danny at the time and I didn't think she liked me. I'm sorry." He held out his hand and Sonia took it.

They were like two little kids who had been caught red handed doing something wrong. It was actually quite pitiful.

"Well people... since I'm the one that's being tossed away here and loosing a boyfriend, I think you both owe me something." I said.

They stared at me while I started to remove my pyjamas and all my underwear. When I was finally totally naked I said.

"I want you both to touch me, lick me and fuck me. I want to cum several times and I'm sorry Sonia, but I want to drink more of Tony's cum straight from his cock and I don't care what you think. Oh yes, and I want both of you totally naked too and in bed with me all night. Tonight we're all going to have fun but me most of all. You two can fuck all you want but this time you won't leave me out of it."

I grabbed their hands and dragged them to the bedroom. They said nothing; they took all their clothes off quietly.

"And one more thing Sonia..." she looked at me but said nothing."I know how Tony works and what he likes. He's a perverted bastard and he needs you to be just as dirty if you want to keep him happy, are you up to it?" 

(Actually, I knew she was. In fact it was Tony who really didn't know what a dirty slut Sonia could be. And I mean dirty. She'd sucked a guy off on the bus coming down this weekend to visit us, after knowing him for just 10 minutes. She swallowed his load various times throughout the 4 hour journey apparently. I'm not making this up; she actually told me this when she'd arrived and to prove it she made me smell her breath. I know cock and cum when I smell it. But I'll let her tell her own stories herself sometime.)

She inserted a finger deep into her pussy several times until it was dripping with fluids and then put it into her mouth with a look of joy. "Deep down I am a dirty little slut." She said winking at me. Tony nearly feinted. She then knelt down and started sucking on Tony's ball's while jerking him erect with one hand and fingering my pussy with the other. "Let's get dirty" she said with a look of sexual desire in her eyes. 

We finally all fell asleep together at 7 in the morning. Naked, sweaty and covered in each others juices. Tony and Sonia held each other like lovers but on the other side of Tony was me comfortably holding his balls in my hand. Those balls had fed me for 6 years. I was afraid that they would no longer supply me with the milk that I loved so much.

Tony and Sonia are still together. She didn't get pregnant that night. I'm not sure if Tony can have children or if Sonia has any problems, but he does supply her with an ample load of cream and god it tastes good. Sonia and I are still friends and she tells me all about their intimacies in graphic detail. One day she actually showed me a small bottle which she takes with her everywhere full of freshly squeezed Tony cream. She says that now and again she takes a sip from it to always have his taste in her mouth. I've offered to buy a bottle from her but she won't have any of that. She told me to go and visit them and suck it out directly from her boyfriends cock. How cool is that? They seem to be very happy together and although I feel a little sad and alone, I'm very happy for them. I suppose for Tony, ignorance is bliss. I don't know whether he's aware that Sonia can't be trusted with other cocks. Maybe she has found the right cock and doesn't fuck around any more. She doesn't tell me any of her "battle" stories any more.

A lot of things have happened since then and I will be telling you about them in graphic detail soon enough. And you may be wondering if I have a new boyfriend. Well it's simply that since then I realized that my happiness lies in extracting cum from every man I can find. That's why my pussy is free and my legs are always open. Why I like to get fucked by as many cocks as I can take, and swallow large amounts of sticky seed. Yup, I'm a slut thanks to you Sonia, and I love every minute. We seem to have exchanged roles in life. So no, I don't and couldn't have a boyfriend. 

By the way Sonia, I never told you how good your pussy tastes. I don't go for girls but I would eat your pussy out any time. Especially if it's dripping with your boyfriends cum.



The Dilemma Ch. 02



The night after my first encounter with Greg and Susan, I was lying in bed with an enormous erection. I had the covers pulled down, enjoying the feeling of the cool air on my body. In my mind, I was thinking about the feeling I had when Greg had first pushed his long, hard cock up my ass. As I lay there, slowly running my hand over the head and crown of my precum covered cock, my ass hole twitched a little as if Greg was putting his cock inside me again.

I could feel the softness of his head as it entered me, slowly running up the length of my canal, rubbing against my walls, sending a warming sensation throughout my whole body. I groaned softly as I felt it hit the back of my canal, its thickness filling my ass so completely that, even as I thought about it, I raised my legs up in the air and continued rubbing my cock, smearing my precum all over my head. I had my eyes closed and didn’t hear the door open as I reached down and started to insert a finger in my ass, wanting the feeling of being filled with something, anything.

It must have been quite a view for anyone coming into the bedroom. My ass was up in the air, my legs over my head, my cock was wrapped in my hand and my finger was fucking my ass, thrusting in and out fast as I groaned over and over again, seeing Greg’s cock replacing my finger, in my thoughts. I could feel the sweat on the bed as I continued fucking myself with abandon.

Suddenly, I felt a tongue, circle my finger and my eyes snapped open. Susan was between my legs, bending in and licking my finger as I continued to fuck my ass with it. Her hair had fallen over her face, so I couldn’t see her eyes, but from the way she was licking on my finger, I could tell, she was excited. She moaned softly around my finger as I continued plunging it in and out of my ass, her tongue wetting it more and more every time I pulled it out of me. I stopped and she looked up at me.

“Oh daddy. You look so hot with your finger deep inside your ass,” she said, smiling at me between my still raised legs. “I couldn’t help myself. I had to come in and be with you. When I saw your ass up in the air and your finger inside you, I just had to come over and help you fuck yourself.”

“I’m glad you came in,” I said as I looked at her, watching her closely. “I was hoping that one of you would come in.”

“Who would you rather have inside you, Greg with his big cock or me with my finger?” she asked as she replaced my finger with one of her own.

“Oh honey, it doesn’t matter. All I want right now is something inside my ass. I want to be fucked so badly.”

Susan’s smile widened as she plunged her finger in and out of my ass then added another. I grabbed the back of my legs and lifted them up a little higher, giving her complete access to my hole, wanting her to fuck me harder and harder. I groaned and closed my eyes as she continued. After a few minutes, I felt two hands grab my legs and then Susan’s fingers leave my ass. They were quickly replaced with the head of a hard cock, Greg’s, as he slowly pushed himself up into me, sending waves of sensations through my body again and again.

I opened my eyes just as he leaned forward and our lips met in a hungry, frenzied kiss, our tongues immediately filling each other’s mouths as he started to pump in and out of me, sending me over the edge. He broke our kiss and pushed my legs up further until my knees were around my ears, then started to really fuck me hard. I could feel the softness of his head and the firmness of his shaft as he plunged in and out of me. I had enjoyed the first time he had fucked me but this time, wanting it so badly, I knew I was going to enjoy it even more.

He started to move in different angles as he continued punishing me, his cock rubbing against my prostate from time to time, sending a feeling of completeness throughout me. 

“Oh fuck, Greg. Your cock is filling me so full. I love your cock inside my ass.”

He grunted and kept up the pace, pounding in and out of me as I groaned and tried to push back against him. It was a little difficult in the position I was in but I wanted him so badly, I tried anyway. He leaned back a little and I could feel, from the angle, his cock starting to twitch. 

“Yes, son. Come inside me. Fill my ass with your hot come.”

That seemed to be the last thing he needed to hear. I felt his cock explode inside me, sending wave after wave of hot come, deep up into my ass, filling my canal so completely, that when he pulled out to make another thrust up into me, some of his come, started running down my legs. 

“Oh fuck,” he yelled. “I’m coming.”

I tried to pull him deeper but he pushed his spurting cock as far up into me as he could while he continued spewing his come into my saturated canal. We both were sweating profusely and I felt a drop land on my groin as he finished coming inside me. We stayed joined together for the longest time, as his come ran down my legs and pooled on the bed under me. He finally looked at me and I smiled at him.

“Thank you son. I wanted your cock in my ass so badly.”

“I wanted you too, Dad,” he said, slowly starting to pull out of me.

“No, don’t,” I said quickly. “I want you inside me as long as you can keep it there. Don’t pull out of me yet.”

He smiled and leaned forward, pushing his young cock back up into me, sending a groan out of my mouth as I closed my eyes and savored the feeling of him inside me. Finally, he pulled out of me and as I lowered my legs, he leaned forward and took a swipe at the come running down my legs with his tongue, sending another wave of sensations through me. He licked right down to my hole and I felt his tongue enter me, sucking come out of me like a vacuum.

I felt my legs shaking so badly I had to stop him, so I could lower them. He moved out of the way and let me put my legs down, my cock standing straight up in the air, wanting someone, anyone, to take it and make me come. I started to move my hand towards it but Susan stopped me.

“Don’t touch it,” she said as she moved up over me, slowly, lowering herself down onto me, engulfing my hard cock in her warm cunt. “I want you to fuck my cunt, Daddy.”

She started to move up and down on me as I held her ass in my hands, helping her. Her head went back and I could see her eyes were closed as she bounced up and down me. I caught Greg moving towards me out of the corner of my eye and soon he was straddling my chest, his hardening cock pointing at my mouth as Susan continued fucking herself. He first put a pillow under my head so it was raised a little then pushed his head against my lips. I opened my mouth quickly and he pushed his hard cock inside me, hitting the back of my throat quickly.

He started pumping his hard cock in and out of my mouth, fucking my face as Susan was starting to come on top of me.

“Oh fuck, Daddy. I’m coming.”

I groaned around Greg’s cock as she yelled out on climax, sitting down fully on me, my cock buried to its hilt inside her. I could feel her juices running over me as she came, then she slumped forward, almost falling off me. I looked up at Greg and motioned him with my eyes that I wanted him to pull out of me. He did slowly but at the same time, not really, wanting too. 

I looked him straight in the eye.

“Son, I want to fuck you too.”

He half grinned as I thought about what it was going to feel like, having my cock buried inside his ass.

“Dad, I’ve never had a cock in my ass before. I don’t know if I want to try it, yet.”

“Son, I didn’t know until you first pushed up inside me that a cock in my ass would feel so good. Now, all I want, is for you to have the same feeling.”

He nodded slightly and got off my chest, letting me get up off my back. Susan had moved out of the way and was watching as Greg got on his back and raised his legs, tentatively, in the air.

“Don’t worry, son. I’ll try to not hurt you,” I said, smiling down at him as I got between his spread legs. 

I lowered myself until my face was inches from his pulsating hole. I could se the puckering of his skin around it and it was pink and soft to the touch. I ran my finger around it, feeling the sensitivity of it as he lay, waiting for me to fuck him. I stared at his hole, not believing that in a few minutes, I would be putting my hard cock up inside him. I leaned down and ran my tongue along his crack, probing lightly at his hole, feeling the resistance.

“Try and relax, Greg” I heard Susan say from behind me.

“I’m trying,” he said through gritted teeth.

I continued licking his hole, trying to get inside him with the tip of my tongue. Suddenly, I felt his resistance, give in, and my tongue was inside him hot hole. I don’t know who was more surprised, Greg or me but I started to thrust my tongue in and out of his ass, slowly at first then speeding up until he groaned, feeling the pleasure of having something inside him for the first time.

I continued wetting his hole for a few more minutes, then got up onto my knees between his spread legs, pointing my cock at his hole. I looked at his face and saw a mixture of fear and lust in his eyes as he pushed a little harder against him, holding my cock with my hand, guiding it towards his hole. I looked down as I felt his ass surrender to the probing and my head start to disappear into him. The tightness around my head was something I had never felt before and my cock twitched as I slowly pushed further and further up into him. He was breathing heavily and trying to relax as I filled his canal, my head hitting the end of it. I stopped and looked down at him. His eyes were wide open and he was watching my face.

“Does that feel ok?” I asked him quietly, my balls resting against his skin, my cock fully up inside his ass.

“Yes,” he answered, huffing slightly, still trying to relax as much as he could.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” I asked, looking straight into his eyes.

“Yes Dad. I want you to fuck me,” he hesitantly said, the sweat starting to run down the sides of his face. “Yes, I want you to fuck my ass.”

I didn’t move for a minute then slowly pulled myself back out of him, leaving just my head inside him. He groaned as I did then I pushed back fully up into him, sending another groan from his lips. The sensation of my head rubbing against his walls and the tightness surrounding my cock, felt so good. 

I knew now, what I had never known before and that was what it was like to be inside someone’s ass. I had wondered before what it would be like but even in my wildest imagination, I never would have thought it would feel this way, so hot and complete.

I started to slowly fuck him, pulling almost completely out of him then thrusting back up as far as I could, back up his ass hole, hitting the end of his canal every time I did. I knew I wouldn’t last long as my cock was so ready to explode. 

I thrust a few more times and then my cock exploded inside him as I pressed my groin against his ass, my balls slapping his skin, making a loud popping noise as I emptied myself into him. I groaned as I came and he pushed up against me, trying to get me as far into him as he could. I spewed come up into him over and over again as we held ourselves together, my cock buried deeply inside him. His eyes were closed and the sweat was running off his face as we finished. 

I slowly pulled out of him and let him lower his legs. I felt exhausted but it was a feeling of satisfied exhaustion. I looked over at Susan and she had a long dildo stuck up her cunt, pounding it in and out of her as she watched us. I could see from the look on her face that she was coming and soon after, she yelled out, holding the dildo deep inside her as her juices soaked it and the chair she was sitting in. After a few minutes, she looked up and smiled at me, pulling the dildo out of her cunt at the same time. I looked at the toy and saw her juices running off it, dripping onto the floor beneath her seat.

No one said anything for quite a long time, all we all just tried to relax and recover.

I felt the tiredness sweep across my body and I knew I had to try and get some sleep. Susan and Greg were just sitting looking at each other as I tried to move up to the pillow, just to put my head on it. I lay out and rolled so I could see the two of them clearly.

“I’ve got to get some sleep,” I said, looking first at Susan then at Greg. “I’m not as young as I used to be, you know.”

They laughed and moved together, towards me. Susan lowered herself down and lay across my chest, her breasts pushing into me. Greg moved behind her and I saw from the look in her eyes, that he was doing something to her. She closed her eyes and raised her ass off the bed, accommodating Greg. I watched as he moved up between her legs, spreading them and thrusting forward, impaling her in an instant, with his hard cock. She gasped then groaned as he started to fuck her with long, slow, steady strokes.

She moved over me and lay on my chest, her ass up in the air, as Greg thrust in and out of her cunt. I could hear their skin slapping together as he pounded in and out of her. I could feel the movements of him through her body as she bounced on me. I spread my legs and let her get to her knees a little, raising her ass further up into the air. Greg moved up and really started pounding in and out of her, sending her towards another climax.

I felt their juices dripping down on my groin and my cock as they fucked right on top of me. I held Susan as she groaned over and over again as Greg kept up his frenzied thrusting.

I felt my balls twitch and my cock started to rise. I couldn’t believe that my body would react in this way but soon I had a hard cock again, resting between Susan's legs as Greg kept fucking her. Suddenly, he pulled out of her and her juices dripped down onto my head, sending a wave of lust through my body again. I felt Greg’s hand around my cock then Susan’s cunt as he inserted me into her, pushing me as far up her cunt as he could. I finished pushing into her for him as he raised up and pointed his hard cock at her ass hole. 

He thrust his hips forward and entered her, sending her forward against me. I felt his head inside her as he pushed himself fully up into her ass, sandwiching her between us.

“Oh fuck,” she said slowly as Greg started to thrust in and out of her ass while I filled her cunt. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.”

I heard Greg’s skin slapping against Susan’s ass every time he thrust fully up into her. When he did, she moved up my cock and when he pulled out, she moved back down me. We soon had a good rhythm going together, as she was groaning with every thrust and her eyes were closed. There seemed to be such a peaceful look on her face as we continued pounding her cunt and ass. I felt tears starting to well up in my eyes as I continued fucking while watching her face.

I heard Greg grunt and I felt his cock twitch before starting to spurt his come deep inside her ass. She groaned when he came and pushed back against him as he rested against her ass, his balls handing down between her legs. She stopped moving and I just lay, holding her as Greg emptied his balls completely into her. I felt his head slide against mine as he pulled out of her, then my cock was sliding out of her cunt. A combination of her juices and Greg’s come, started soaking my cock and balls as we just stayed together. I finally felt the bed move and looked over at Greg as he got off the bed and walked unsteadily over to a chair, sitting down in it with a groan.

I raised Susan’s face up and she opened her eyes. She slowly grinned at me but we never said anything. She lowered herself down onto my chest and I held her tightly against me. As we lay there, I thought about the fact that this was only the second day since they had come home and we still had two more days to enjoy each other. I felt a new sense of completeness in me as I held Susan tightly against me and looked over at Greg, his body spent as he tried to relax and gain some of his breath back. Two more days. What would they bring?



The Dilemma Pt. 01



I had a lot of fun writing this. It's not a true story, though my wife's tastes and preferences did inspire much of its detail. She is in fact a far naughtier and more adventurous woman than Alison. And I can tell you right now that it doesn't end with some weak husband drooling as he watches his loving wife being used and abused by a stranger, so don't pre-judge! But do, please enjoy it and if you do, go right ahead and tell me what you liked or even what you disliked. I like to think I do this for like-minded people and I'm always open to improving what I can offer. It's rather long again, so I'm posting the first half now -- if you have any cool ideas for where it goes I'll try to include them, but give me a couple of weeks to finish, OK? Thanks...

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Chapter 1

Alison had arrived home ten minutes after him, rattling the walls as she slammed the heavy front door behind her. John was in their brand new kitchen, its glass and granite gleaming under a dozen spotlights, but the rest of the house was still dark. No kids, no TV, nothing to break the ominous silence that followed. 

He picked up a freshly poured glass of red from the worktop and walked slowly towards the hall. Alison was standing there, a raincoat unbuttoned over her blue, midwife uniform, arms straight by her side and completely white-faced. She was staring straight at him and trembling from head to toe with what appeared to be rage and indignation. 

John held out his glass of wine to her, saying nothing. Not yet. If twenty-five years of marriage had taught him anything, it was that when his wife had something to say, she only ever told him when she was good and ready. That could take weeks, months... or it could take seconds. Alison ignored the glass pointedly, her eyes still fixed on his, tensed and tight-lipped as she struggled and failed to find words. John gave in as he always did; "OK, come on... What is it? What's wrong?"

"Everything. Every fucking thing is wrong actually!"

She strode right past him towards the kitchen, heels clicking aggressively on the polished boards. He heard her bag hurled into its usual corner, the sound of a cupboard flung open and the rattle of glass. He followed, finding her sloshing half a bottle of Rioja into one of their bigger glasses.

"Come on hun -- don't you think we should talk before you finish the whole bottle... What's happened?"

She was already halfway through the glass and refilling.

"IT's happened, that's what! 'IT' being exactly what I said would happen... IT being the result of you and your stupid ideas. IT being my worst... fucking... nightmare.

Her eyes were wide and angry, but now brimming with fat tears. As the first tumbled down her cheek she produced a plain white envelope from her raincoat pocket, thrust it at him and spun away, heading for the stairs. John sipped at his own drink as he counted her heavy steps all the way up, then another three across the landing followed by yet another slammed door. 

He turned the envelope over. It was addressed to Alison at Mayday General, the hospital where she worked, in neat, felt tip capitals. Inside were two folded A4 sheets, the first bearing a short, typed paragraph;

'Very nice photos Ali. I particularly like the ones that show your face -- there's something so intimate about the way a woman looks just at that special moment and it was sweet of you to share. But then every pic interested me so much, each in its own way. And as for the video... well, John's a lucky man -- please send him my regards won't you?

Dx

PS. Love your Facebook photo too!'

John sighed deeply. He now knew exactly what the second page would be. 

Chapt 2

It had been a couple of months back. They had somehow got through a particularly rocky patch in their marriage that took them closer to the brink than they ever imagined possible. It wouldn't have been too hard to let it happen -- the kids had both turned twenty and were away at university, eager to build their own lives. They both had good jobs, separate interests and plenty of friends. But neither of them could face being drained by the pain and effort of it all.

After a disastrous series of meetings with an incompetent counsellor, they decided on a last-minute, last-ditch holiday in Crete, renting a small, remote villa just above a wind-swept beach on the south coast. With their own pool, a kitchen stocked with good food, a ton of booze and time to kill, they slowly remembered how to relax and finally began not just to talk again but also to rediscover how much sex still meant to them both. 

Their first twenty years of marriage had certainly been full of it. And it had just got better and better as the years went by. Before things fell apart it had evolved into rather less frequent but far more intense sessions that would happen pretty much any time the kids were away on weekends, often in cheap, out of the way hotels that they found illicit and exciting. 

In Crete, ignoring the ravages of middle-age and the ghostly pallor of their London bodies they had spent days on end naked. They had showered together, rubbed sunscreen into each other, spent hours chatting as they lay by the pool. And they had fucked each other with all the pent up vigour of five, virtually celibate years -- in bed, in the pool, even on the balcony overlooking the beach and its straggling population of lobster-red tourists.

They had got back on a Friday night, tanned, happy and exhausted. That Saturday John had suggested a day in the West End -- a long lunch followed by a few drinks and some shopping that ended in an upmarket lingerie store. Finally, what with Alison having admitted one drunken night in Crete that she had worn out her only vibrator months back, they wound up in a Soho sex shop, choosing two very upmarket toys. That night back at the villa they had made do -- quite happily -- with a couple of large, Greek courgettes.

Alison finished unpacking their cases while John sat down at the PC to load up their holiday photos. They had taken a few of each other naked at the villa -- mostly tame pics around the pool. But on several occasions, in the early hours after especially boozy nights, they had reached for the camera mid session. He hadn't checked since and wasn't entirely sure what they'd managed to capture. 

He skipped past the views of cliffs and ruins and sunsets to the first photo -- on their fifth night there he had caught her languidly sucking his cock out on the balcony under a full moon. She'd spotted him and batted the camera away, but not before he'd got a pretty good shot. Her hair had fallen across her face but her lips were sharply in focus, wrapped around the head of his cock having left a shining, wet trail along its entire length. 

He was smiling broadly at the screen when she came up behind him, resting her hands on his shoulders. She looked closely, tilting her head; "Wow... that's actually a great shot... I mean, we both look... I dunno... "

John knew; "Pretty damn good?"

"Well... yes we do." She giggled and leaned closer. "Wow... wonder what the others are like..."

Chapter 3

John crossed the landing and opened the bedroom door. She was sobbing quietly, stretched out face down on their bed. He sat next to her and rested a hand on her shoulder. She tensed but he left it there.

"Come on Ali... OK, this is awful... at least it could be... But we need to deal with the facts. The recriminations can wait. Do we know who sent this?" 

She shook her head as he tossed the envelope onto the bed. "No idea at all?"

"Could be anyone. Absolutely anyone."

"But he's got your name, your department..."

Alison took a deep breath and turned onto her side, sighing through the sobs; "It's on my badge for chrissake... must be hundreds of people see it every day. It's just random -- some random perv who can't believe his luck... It better be... I couldn't bear it if it was someone we know..."

"OK... but it's not like he's asking for anything... maybe just someone getting a cheap thrill -- letting you know that he knows that you like to... you know.... "

She fired a sharp look at him but then blushed and got up, rummaging for the cigarettes in her bag. She steadied her hands, lit one and inhaled deeply; "I don't know... the bastard sounds so sly and smug. What terrifies me is the Facebook comment... he's letting us know he's seen our page -- you realise that means he can see all our fucking friends too!"

"True. We should log on -- quickly... we need to check right now."

She followed John into his office and within a minute they were looking at Alison's Facebook page. And there it was - a new friend request. 

John looked up at her; "It's from a Darren West. Any idea?"

She shook her head grimly; "Just open it..."

The message was once again signed with a 'D' and again had the smug, cheery tone of the first note:

Hi there Ali & John. You know you really should hide some of your info on this site. You never know who's looking after all! But don't worry -- you can trust me... once we've become friends. I've been looking at those fantastic photos of you two again and I must say Ali, you look even better in the flesh -- that blue uniform really suits you. I know it's bit of a cliché, but you really should try wearing it with those seamed stockings underneath for the full 'naughty nurse' effect lol! Anyway, I was thinking we should have a chat -- I've managed to find your phone number now so as soon as you add me I'll call and we can talk about... well... lots of things. Photography perhaps. It's a great passion of mine and I'd love to give you a few professional tips! D x

PS. Don't forget my friend request will you? 

John growled at the screen; "Friend! Arsehole more like. And how the fuck has he got our phone number? We need to contact the site... tell them we're being harassed."

"Oh yeah... sure. Come on -- he'll have set up an anonymous account. He can do that as many times as he wants now he's got our info. We can't antagonise him, not yet... let's just play along for now... we mustn't piss him off, not yet... please..."

John had the cursor hovering over 'Accept'. "OK. You're right of course... And I'm sort of looking forward to speaking to this fucker anyway. Bring it on, dickhead!" He clicked the mouse and got up, turning towards his wife. She fell into his arms, breathing hard against his chest.

"What the fuck are we going to do John? What if he wants money? You know we're up to our necks after that holiday -- there's barely enough for the kids fees!"

"I don't know hun... I really don't. We'll think of something -- let's wait and see... find out a bit more first, then see if we can't find a way out of this. We need to stay calm -- if we let him get us rattled then we'll be on the back foot."

"OK... but you deal with him. I don't ever want to speak to this pig let alone see him. I'm going to take a shower... I feel dirty. You'd better get on that site where you posted the pics and delete everything. Do it right now John, promise me?"

He nodded and she started to walk out, shoulders slumped with tiredness. She stopped and turned to him. 

"Look... I know this is our fault. It's a risk we both took... But remember I did say no faces -- that was your decision and you got it wrong. Very wrong."

John nodded again. She was right, he had convinced her the odds were stacked against anyone actually spotting them. 

"I know that now. But it was fun right? While it lasted..."

Ali smiled at last and leaned forward to kiss his cheek. "Yeah, it was... shame really..."

She headed for the bathroom and he heard the shower hiss as he logged on to the site that had caused this disaster. The twelve pics they had posted were still there, along with a load more messages from other users -- all sexy and complimentary as usual, many accompanied by photos that were just as revealing and honest as theirs. 

He thought of the night they had finally decided to post the pics, having spent a couple of weeks looking at other couples' efforts and exchanging messages with a few of them. Ali had been adamant about not posting the pics with her face showing as well as the video, and he had eventually agreed not to. But then she had left the room to take a phone call from their son in Manchester and in a moment of madness that he still couldn't explain, he had posted everything -- the pics, the video, everything. 

She came back, eager to see how it all looked and was furious at first. He calmed her down by showing her just how many members there actually were on the site -- world wide. He worked out the incredibly low odds that anyone would actually recognise her and pointed out that other couples were way more willing to trade pics and chat when members showed faces. 

In the end he had persuaded her to leave everything as it was... just to see what happened. And the responses were immediate -- a flood of admiration, filthy comments and member photos of the most intimate kind with plenty showing faces. Within hours they had received literally hundreds of hits and went straight into the site's 'hall of fame'. Ali had got so horny looking at all the activity and reading the comments that they had ended up re-enacting the video clip with one of their new vibrators. She had come loud enough to wake the whole street. 

But tonight none of that meant anything. Where before they had both got a kick from imagining all those site members staring at their most intimate moments, now he just thought of this 'Darren' drooling over his wife's body... her breasts, her legs spread wide... the toys... her face in ecstasy as she came. 

John looked at it all as if for the last time. He had backed everything up on a DVD that was now carefully hidden away, but this looked like being the end of their online fun. He binned the lot and closed their account. Now 'Darren' had already made him do something against his will -- the bastard was going to pay for this.

Chapt 4

They had decided to take the laptop up to their room to study the rest of the 'holiday' photos. Ali headed for the shower and John opened a bottle of wine and grabbed some glasses. As he passed the dining room he noticed that their West End purchases had all disappeared upstairs too. He smiled to himself -- it was going to be one of their good nights. He grabbed the laptop and then, as an afterthought, the camera. Maybe she'd be in the mood to take a few shots of her new lingerie at least... maybe more.

Ali emerged from the bathroom looking incredible. Thanks to a new diet she had been losing weight steadily and the new outfit looked perfect against her brown, moisturised skin -- a tiny white, satin bra exposing her long nipples, a matching old-fashioned suspender belt holding up sheer black seamed stockings, plus a sheer white thong. She had grown her blonde hair long for the first time in years and now it was piled up on top with a few strands hanging loose.

John reached for the camera instantly; "May I? You look amazing..."

As he snapped away he realised how horny his wife was that night. She just stood and posed to begin with, but then started to massage her breasts as she leaned towards the lens, flicking the exposed nipples. Then she turned her back to him, bending over and reaching back to slide two fingers under the sheer strip of thong between her buttocks, finding her pussy. He moved closer, zooming in as her fingers emerged, wet and sticky. He caught one more shot as she slipped the middle finger into her anus then tossed the camera aside, kneeling behind her and licking at her wet fingers.

She giggled as he gave her one hard lick from her pussy up to where her arse still hugged her finger, then stood and faced him. Slowly she brought the finger to her lips and sucked as she stared into his eyes. Then they both looked down at his cock, rising curved and rock-hard towards his navel. Yes, it was going to be a special night. But first...

They both grabbed a glass of wine and stretched out on the bed with the laptop. He quickly flicked through to that first blowjob pic and paused. 

"OK my little porn star... you ready for this?"

In the next set, the first shot showed them both naked in a full-length wardrobe mirror as John held the camera, his arm round Alison's waist. They looked tanned in the low light, though in truth they were both burned to a bright pink. 

As they stared at the screen Ali was lying on her tummy, squirming with pleasure;

"This is weird... I have almost no memory of what we did that night. It's... I dunno... like looking at other people... Do you remember what happened next?"

John sighed. "Sort of... we were pretty drunk I know that... I think this was the um... the courgette night... surely you remember that...?"

"Oh my God... yeah, I found them by the bed next day -- they were pretty much worn out... Jesus... how many shots did you take?"

"Well let's have a look... quite a few I think... there's even a bit of video..."

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It had been Ali who went in search of the courgettes. They had been 69-ing each other for around an hour -- he'd worked three fingers all the way into her pussy, but as he slid a thumb firmly into her arse she had choked on his cock, coming up for air, then whispered;

"Wait babe... I really need some water... "

She had given his cock one last lick; "Don't go away now..."

While she was in the kitchen John lit a bunch of candles before digging the camera out of their rucksack. She came back into the room with her hands behind her. The bra was gone and her hair was hanging in wild strands, but everything else was in place. She was smiling curiously.

"Hmmm. What's that smile all about hun?"

"I was thinking it would have been nice if we had a toy or two..."

"Oh yeah... wouldn't it though. But somehow I don't think there's an all-night sex shop anywhere close by..."

"Ha ha. But then... have you noticed how amazing the vegetables are over here?"

She produced the two dark green courgettes they'd bought that morning. They had joked about one of them at the time -- it was thick and curved, around nine, ten inches and quite bulbous at one end. The other was slimmer but almost as long.

John chuckled. He hated courgettes. "What a great idea... we can find a much better use for those than lunch. Bring them over here you dirty girl..."

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The pics of that night weren't great. Half were blurred and a couple had his finger over the lens, but then they hadn't expected too much given the circumstances. There were a few 'veg' shots worth keeping though, definitely. Plus a final couple of Alison sitting astride John. They had set the camera on a chair beside the bed pointing directly between John's outstretched legs and used the remote control. 

Alison's arse and lower back almost filled the screen, but you could clearly see his thick, stubby cock part way inside her pussy and slick with her juices. One of the courgettes was just in frame beside them.

'Don't remember any of this..." sighed Ali. She had moved a hand down to her pussy and was pressing gently. "Did I come? Bet I did... I usually do in that position..."

John reached for the touchpad. "I can't remember, but I think this was where I switched to video... maybe we'll see what happened... Here we are -- only thirty-odd seconds though. Battery must have gone..."

He had left the camera on the chair so the next image was similar to the last, but now a grainy video still. Alison frowned;

"Oh God I hope this is isn't horrible... I wouldn't have even known the camera was on, you sneaky bastard."

He clicked Play and their room was filled with Ali's gentle moans, a little drowned out by wet, sucking sounds as she rose and fell on his cock close to the microphone. 




The Dilemma



I turned my head and looked at Greg who was watching us. I reached up and pulled him down to my chest too and held them against me while my mind started thinking about what had just happened. 

I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of their bodies against mine. I smiled a little as I thought back just a few moments before and how I felt as Susan came on top of me while Greg filled my throat with his salty come. I knew that this was going to be a weekend that I would never forget and I just wanted it all to continue, or at least I hoped it would. My loneliness was gone and I wanted the feelings to continue as I lay holding my two children in my arms. Little did I know that this was the first of many happy encounters we would have together, before they went back to school. I smiled again and wondered why this hadn't happened before. 

To be continued...