5 comments/ 79841 views/ 39 favorites The First Time I Saw By: surprisedbyus The doorknob's tongue did not catch into the door strike plate when my mother shut his bedroom door. She had gone to the kitchen to have coffee with her visiting sister leaving Daddy sleeping in his bed. I heard my mother and aunt laughing as my mother described how my father's penis stuck straight up while he was slept. As I walked by his bedroom, his prick caught my eye. Not on purpose, he was laying there snoring so I turned to look in the direction of the sound. That's when I saw it. His prick was standing to attention. Really, I was in awe. Not about the length but how thick it was. Man, looking at his phallus, it made me think of the circumference of a slender soft drink can. The first time I saw it I thought, wow what a man! Then I thought, I wonder what it would feel like if I had a man who had such a thick dick inside of me, could I handle it? I tried to shake off the thought. After all, it was my father's penis that had fueled my imagination. It had been a long time since I had been able to spend the holidays with my family. As the newest member of my department I had been scheduled to work during the last five holiday seasons. Though my manager scheduled me to work during the holidays because I am single with no kids she would never admit to it. The way things are going there won't be a husband or children any time soon. I'm 35 and not even dating. Most of my interests are either solitary pursuits or traditional women oriented activities. I love designing and constructing my garments, cooking, running and working in my garden. None of my favorite pastimes are done in a group setting that might give me an opportunity to meet eligible men. Mom suggested that I should try bowling, golf or take some classes on investing. Aunt Dorothy, my mother's sister, suggested that I join a coed fitness center or go to colloquiums on engineering, law or information technology at the university located more than 20 miles from my house. I don't think so. My entire family has been looking for a single guy for me. Unfortunately, I've had a dry spell where men are concerned because I live in a small town with lots of senior citizens or young married couples with children. The single men that I have met lately have been spoken for, too young or there was a lack of interest sometimes on their part sometimes on mine. But I'm still hopeful and ready to date if I met a nice guy. The drought in men had made the sight of a big thick penis all the more mouthwatering even if it was attached to Daddy. Sleep eluded me most of the night. I lay awake tossing and turning. The sight of Daddy's big cock kept creeping into my thoughts. A little before dawn, I was finally able to fall asleep. The warm sunlight beaming on my face woke me up around 10:00 a.m. I had not wanted to drag wrapped gifts on the plane with me plus pay the airline extra fees. So I shopped online and scheduled for the pick-up of my Christmas gifts for the family from the local department stores. Everyone else was up and out of the house for day. I was planning to jump in the shower, grab some breakfast then run to the stores to get my packages. After having a bagel, coffee and some fruit while sitting at the kitchen table in my robe, I went upstairs to get dressed before leaving. I was standing in front of the mirror applying my mascara in my bra and panties. There was no humility in me today as I admired my body in the mirror. My face is just average but my body now that's a different story. I have a figure like Jennifer Lopez in her younger day according to my co-workers. In short, my body is sizzling. hot. I don't dress to accentuate it or to draw attention to myself probably more out of habit than anything else. I started feeling like I missed the boat for dressing sexy now that I'm nearly 36. I've started identifying with the 40 somethings and starting hearing myself say things about dressing in age appropriate clothing. Many women get married in their late 30's or early 40's but for some reason it feels like it's too late for me to find a husband. Particularly since I have not been on a date in such a long time. It's been almost 3 years. In the mirror movement caught my eye. I look up and saw Daddy standing behind me in the doorway. Seeing him there startled me making me jump in surprise. Daddy didn't look away or like he was embarrassed for seeing his adult daughter standing in front of him in her underwear. Embarrassed, blushing and suddenly feeling bashful, I looked around for something to hide myself. My sweater was laying on the bed so I grabbed it to cover up. Just then I remembered that I had hung up my robe in the closet. Daddy spoke first. "Honey, don't be embarrassed you look fabulous. What are your plans for today?" "Daddy, shut the door so I can get dressed. I didn't know any one was at home, I'll come talk to you in a few minutes." "Are you ashamed because your old Dad saw you in your panties? You wear less than that when you go swimming in our pool." "I'm not in a swimsuit, I'm in my underwear. Please shut the door. I'll come down in a few minutes." He turned and shut the door. I felt bad because he acted like I had hurt his feelings. While I got dressed I tried to think about what I should say to apologize. Turns out I didn't have to say I'm sorry. Daddy was in a great mood when I went downstairs. "So what are you going to do today?" "Pick up my gifts from the stores and have some lunch while I'm out." "Are you meeting friends?" "No everybody's working. What are you doing today, Daddy?" "I was hoping to hang out with you today. We don't get much of a chance to be together anymore. Do you mind if I tag along with you? I'm taking vacation for the next two weeks. This is the first time we have had you with us during the holidays in years." "Of course I don't mind Daddy. I'd love for you to come with me. We can have lunch after we finish picking up my gifts. It'll be fun for us to hang out together. Have you finished your shopping yet?" "I've got all my gifts except yours. I don't know what you like any more. Maybe I'll get you a gift certificate?" "A gift certificate! Daddy I want something personal that you picked out for me." "I know you used to love rubies. Are they still your favorites?" "Yes, you know it. My favorite one was always the ruby pendant that Grandma Frances used to wear. She always said that the oldest granddaughter would get it so I wasn't surprised when Stacey inherited it. Too bad she doesn't love rubies as much as I do. That necklace is wasted on her." "Grandma was following family tradition. Stacey is not a ruby kind of girl. She appreciates the gift just not as much as you would have." "Let's go to the mall first. There are three stores that have packages waiting for me. I ordered Mom a blue handmade sweater from the knitting boutique downtown." "You know your mother well. She's always cold this time of year. A sweater will be perfect for her." "What did you get her Daddy?" "A motion bed with a heated mattress and a photography classes at the community college." "Not very romantic Daddy." "Your mother is very practical. She doesn't do romance any more. I have always given your mother whatever she wanted. When what she wanted from me was the gift of us not sleeping in the same room anymore, I gave her that." "I didn't know, Daddy. Did you want it that way?" "No way, one day your mother announced to me that she had gotten too old for romance and wanted her own room so that she could be more comfortable." "Did she catch you stepping out, or did you have a fight or stop getting along?" "No. I don't know what happened and she refuses to discuss it. It is not something that I wanted or would have chosen. I have tried to get her to go counseling and to reconsider but she declined any suggestion to change her mind." "Daddy, I'm so sorry." "She even commented that she knows I have needs. Without saying it directly she intimated that it was okay for me to see other women. But I love your mother and I believe in till death us do part so I accepted her decision. I don't share her opinion because I don't feel too old for romance. It's strange but when we stopped sleeping together we grew to be more like sister and brother than husband and wife." "Is Mom having any health problems?" "Not that I'm aware of. She has developed all kinds of new interests like photography. I bought her a new digital camera for her birthday and she has shown real talent for capturing stories in pictures. I think she'll love the photography class that I'm giving her for Christmas." "Daddy you sound so sad. What about you, have you developed any new hobbies?" "No honey, I've stayed pretty much the same. I do volunteer my work at the nursing home on the weekend, pro bono accounting work for Meals on Wheels two days a week and of course, I still sing with my quartet group." My heart was a little broken for Daddy. He has always been such a romantic soul ever since I could remember. I used to think he was the last romantic guy and he was married to my mother. When I was a kid I was always so proud of the way my parents' solid marriage was intact. Most of my classmates' parents argued frequently, or were divorced or were separated. I felt lucky to have parents that shared passion for each other and were still in love. Now to hear that not only do they sleep in separate beds but also in separate rooms. Bummer. Daddy tagged along with me all day. He had a great time talking to the pretty female sales associates in every single store. We went to the four stores that I had the ordered the merchandise from online. After going to the stores, my holiday shopping was complete. I had paid extra to have everything gift wrapped and waiting for me so that I simply showed my receipts and retrieved the gifts. Daddy took me to lunch after we finished making our rounds. He let me select the restaurant. I chose a seafood restaurant that I love. They offer white tablecloth service for lunch. Eating in that restaurant felt so elegant the delicious food was a definite plus. Daddy and I re-bonded talking about our Christmases past, the time he took a group of us girls on a field trip to our county museum then there was one of my fondest memories of the pair of diamond earrings that he gave me the Christmas after my 18th birthday. Mom and Daddy paid most of my college expenses and gave me a car when I graduated. But the earrings that Daddy gave me are the special gift from him to me that makes me think of him whenever I wear them. We went bowling and to the movies after lunch. I studied Daddy's face noticing how happy he looked. He is proud of me especially of how hard I have worked and my accomplishments. I saw the look of pride on his face as we talked. He was such a fun guy to be with, I couldn't understand why Mom stopped wanting to be with him. We hugged a lot during the day. I noticed that we had started touching when we talked or laughed. Happy hour was over by the time we arrived at the bar for cocktails. Daddy had scotch on the rocks. I ordered amaretto on the rocks. By our third drink both of us were relaxed. Mom called checking to see that we were OK. We told her that we were having drinks and invited Mom and my aunt to join us. Both declined to come for drinks. She had my aunt drive her to pick up Daddy's car since telling us to take a taxi home. Probably because Daddy and I had imbibed more than our usual. None of us wanted to chance a DWI incident. Near closing time Daddy signaled the bartender to call the designated driver taxi to take us home. The taxi pulled into the driveway. We saw that the house was dark because Mom and my aunt had gone to bed. Daddy and I walked in holding each other up as we went. Neither of us was ready to go to bed so we went down to basement rec room where we planned to watch television. I clicked the television on. Daddy switched on the heat since it was off and on a separate heating system from the upper floors of the house. We snuggled under the throw on the leather sectional trying to get warm. I got in Daddy's lap as though I was a little girl. Both of enjoyed the closeness we shared. I felt safe, protected and loved. One thing lead to another as it is said. Daddy was caressing me under the throw. I felt good and enjoyed his touches. He had not been with a woman for about the same amount of time that I had not been with a man. Before I knew it we were kissing and caressing bare skin. Somehow my pants and panties came off. Daddy's pants came down to his knees. The drive for him to penetrate me was overwhelming for both of us. He could not get inside of me easily because he was so incredibly thick. I wanted him to fuck me hard and fast but my hole had to adjust to his size. But once my hole had opened wide enough to receive him, he felt beyond extraordinary. I did not know a man's penis could feel so spectacular inside me. My vagina was stretched wide I could not move because Daddy held my thighs open pinned to the sofa. He did not want me to move my pelvis but instead to move my vaginal muscles. I was not good at contracting my muscles because it was my first attempt to do so. Daddy told me later not to worry. With practice I would get the hang of milking him in my canal. When he said that I realized that he did not intend our encounter to be a one and done event. According to Daddy the women he had relations with had to learn over time how to handle his size. He told me lay back and enjoy it. That's exactly what I did. I lay with my thighs spread wide apart to accommodate Daddy phallus. Magnificent is the only descriptive word I can use to give an idea of the way he made me feel. He held my thighs pinned down so that I could not move using a rocking method to give me the best fuck I ever had. I didn't have to do much of the work to get the most remarkable orgasm. Both of us enjoyed our sex so much that it's hard to explain the pleasure we felt. I didn't need more than one session to be wonderfully satisfied. We were able to shower together in the basement before going up to bed. I wanted him to sleep in my bed with me but I did not want to be disrespectful to Mom or Aunt Dorothy. We said good night. I had a restful sleep staying in bed until after noon. When I opened my eyes Daddy was standing naked at the foot of my bed. Needless to say I was surprised, worried that Mom or my aunt might come by my room. It was Friday morning so Mom and her sister were spending the day baking pies for holiday meals at the homeless shelter. They were scheduled to be there until after 7:00 p.m. We had enough time to enjoy plenty of good fucking. It was easy to use the excuse that drinking too much made Daddy and I get together the first time. Keeping in mind that Daddy told me Mom had decided that she'd had enough sex for a lifetime and didn't want any more really solidified my opinion that I wasn't hurting Mom since she didn't want Daddy herself. We told ourselves that Mom's lack of desire created an opportunity we both had always wanted anyway. The first 4 or 5 times that we were together Daddy had to go slowly to let my opening adjust to his thickness. But by our 8th time together we could go fast and deep. I had been thrilled by our first experience together but when he was able to add speed, to his forceful thrusts the result was phenomenal. If it sounds like I'm singing Daddy's praises that's because I am. Why would Mom give up such good sex? I'll never understand it. Daddy is passionate, patient and such a tender lover when we move together we're like a well-timed rhythmic duet. All my gifts were wrapped and under the tree. I was on vacation so I spent most of my time relaxing. For the next three days, I spent family time with Mom, Aunt Dorothy and Daddy. We have a very small family. Daddy is an only child. Mom, Aunt Dorothy and her daughter, my cousin, Stacey are the only family I have besides Daddy. Each day, Dad and I went running in the morning, played pinochle, watched sports on television and prepared for Christmas day. Daddy's quartet was performing at the nursing home on Christmas Eve. Mom and Aunt Dorothy had volunteered to be servers at the holiday dinner at the homeless shelter. On the day before Christmas Eve I seasoned and put the turkey in the oven on a low temperature to roast slowly. All during the day the delicious aroma of the turkey wafted through the air. Everyone was in a festive mood. I went downstairs to the basement to watch television. While alone there I had time to think about last night. Daddy was so tender and considerate yet so alpha male as we made love. He was the kind of man I longed for but had never been able to find. Earlier today he held me on the edge on orgasm as he lightly ran his lips over my face and neck as well as nibbled my ears. His fingers entered my sex while his thumb alternately pressed and flicked my clitoris. I heard myself saying, "Oh Daddy, I want you inside of me." Finally, he entered me over again and again. I had never had such pleasure in my life. My body awakened opening to take him deeper inside and still I wanted more. I lifted and tilted my pelvis up to him, wrapping my legs around his lower back, locking my ankles together, to hold him closer and to accommodate deeper thrusts. Daddy drove into me moving in and out, the penetration of his cock awakened previously unmet needs in me. A need to be possessed by (if only during sex) the man I love was being fulfilled in the way he held me and spoke to me while we fucked. Each stroke added fuel to the fire of the need that he had ignited between my legs. Pleasure seared through me, he took a taut nipple in his mouth nipping its swollen tip with his teeth and began to suck hard. I had to take in air I forgot to breath for a second as I luxuriated in our sensuous love making. . I heard myself and engaging in sex talk. That is not something that I did with former boyfriends. Being with Daddy made me feel like I was a different person. His passionate love making and masculinity is what I had been looking for but never know it. And most likely the reason why I had not been completely satisfied in past relationships. Being with Daddy had turned me into his slut, a wanton whore who was fucking her mother's husband, her father with total abandon. That's not something that I would admit to anyone except Daddy and me. Daddy withdrew his cock holding it with his left hand. He held his member in his hand using it to tantalize me as he rubbed it back and forth across my sensitized genitals. His thumb on his right hand was on my clit and his fingers in my canal. The combination of Daddy's two different methods of giving me pleasure caused my hips to move in a rotating dance responding rhythmically to his every touch. I was ready to receive his penis back inside but I to wait until he was ready to give it to me. At a moment when he had raised my passion higher than it had ever been he penetrated me. Yes!" I whispered in his ear. He drove into me forcefully but slowly permitting me to fully observe the way his penis claimed my vagina as he plunged upward. His breath was hot on my breasts as he kissed them while he fucked me. He rubbed his lips on the side of my face giving me tiny kisses by my ear exciting me bringing my climax closer and closer. "Daddy, I..." I couldn't talk. The only thing I could do was allow myself to experience the earth shaking climax that Daddy delivered to me. My arms held his body close to me with my hands clasped behind his neck. I tensed as my orgasm exploded within me first making me throb, contract and then go stiff as the pleasure cascaded through my body producing waves of delight. We lay in my bed our naked bodies entwined. It was 2:15 p.m. on Thursday. I am exceptionally satisfied and Daddy is thrilled with my responsiveness to his love making. I expected another session so that Daddy could have the kind of pleasure that he had given me. I was totally spent but I wanted to please him in the way he pleased me. Daddy said no he wanted me to just rest because he had to go rehearse with his quartet for the concert tomorrow. Plus, he had some errands to run. The First Time I Saw Jennifer The first time I saw Jennifer, I thought she was fairly pretty, but it’s not like my jaw dropped to the floor. My eyes didn’t bug out of my head, I wasn’t tongue-tied, or even nervous. You know what I said? “Nice to meet you.” That’s it. Really. Sure, I checked her out a little, but that’s automatic. All men do that. A quick up-and-down when she’s not looking. I saw brown hair, nice blue eyes, a pleasant smile. She had a mediums build, about 130 pounds or so, 5’5.” Cute little butt. I’d guess a 34B bra. I didn’t see anything remarkable. She was just like anyone you’d see walking down the street. I went back to work and didn’t give her another thought. So, why I woke up the next morning with my own rock-hard cock poking uncomfortably into my belly was a mystery to me. Then I remembered the dream. God, it was the most explicit, horny, sweaty, dream I’ve had since I was a teenager. There was no plot. It was Jennifer, and she was just naked, and spread open, and fucking the bejeezus out of me. I could taste the sweat on her skin. I could feel the tight, wet resistance on my cockhead as I positioned it to push all the way up into her. That’s the thing about sex, about how it’s NOT all glamorous and comfortable like in the movies. You see, hear, and smell EVERYthing, and if you do it right, it ain’t pretty. You make a mess. You get all red-faced and hoarse from all the grunting and heaving, almost like you’d been laughing or crying too hard. You’re sore and soggy and aching. That’s the kind of sex I was dreaming about with Jennifer. Thinking about it again brought my dick to the crest of its swell, demanding attention. I started stroking and thought about Jennifer, about the exact way her titties would look if she took off her bra- I thought they’d be sort of cone-shaped rather than round, with rosy pink nipples, tipped with pencil-eraser points that stick straight out… Oh, damn, that did it in no time at all! Left hand goes for the Kleenex box in one practiced motion, grab the goo as it squirts out… there’s really a lot this time, and I can’t believe how hard this thing is! It stays up, bobbing up and down like a hungry bird as I hobble off to the shower. It doesn’t go down for another ten minutes. The next time I saw Jennifer, I must have looked at her differently. I was sitting at my desk, which covered my semi-soft erection pretty well. Maybe there was something in my voice. I tried to play it cool, but I’d been nervous about seeing her again all morning. It must have shown, I must have faltered, because she cocked an eyebrow at me this time, and walked away with a little extra swing in her hips. They held my gaze like my head was in a harness. There it is, there’s that ass. There’s that pussy, right in there. And there’s the small of her back, her skin must be so smooth, look at the curve of her spine, I can just see how it would flex as she bends forward and opens her ass cheeks so I can get at her tight little butthole and reach in front for her pussy, Oh god it’s sopping wet… Okay, that’s enough! Down boy! Down! You don’t want that circus tent in your pants here at work! I never saw her turn her head back at me. I wasn’t looking at her head. But she must have glanced back at me. She must have seen me staring, because five minutes later, I got an e-mail from her on the office intranet: “Caught ya looking! Sweet dreams.” She knew, damnit, she knew. Oh, god, what was I gonna do? I’d be fired for causing a sexual harassment lawsuit. I had to cool it. I’d be polite, but nothing else. Nothing at all. I could think whatever I wanted, but I’d never let it show like that again. Never. Never never never. But then again, she didn’t seem upset. I think she might have even liked it. “Sweet dreams.” Does that mean it’s okay if I think about her like that? Was she flirting with me? I’m sure it’ll be all right, just be calm, play it cool, and don’t do anything stupid. Easier said than done. I don’t know if you’ve ever really looked at women’s office clothes, but they’re really very revealing- a lot more so than you’d think, if you weren’t a man with an eye for such things. Take a dressy silk blouse, for example. If it has buttons up the front, there will be gaps between the buttons, visible from the left, if the front isn’t held perfectly taut. If the girl is sitting down, chances are you’ll be able to see down in there. And if she’s bending over and the blouse is hanging down, she can forget modesty altogether. Skirts? Don’t even get me started. They look frumpy if they’re cut below the knee at all, and most women will wear ‘em cut right at the knee, or an inch or two above. You can see right up there whenever they sit down, no problem. Given the choice between showing a little skin and dressing like an Amish matriarch, just about all the ladies go with the former. So did Jennifer. After a few weeks, I got to know what most of her underwear looked like through those little sneaky-peeks. This one time, she wore a v-neck blouse under a bulky suit jacket, and as she reached up to get something one-handed, her blouse stuck to the jacket and rode away from her clavicles, exposing almost all of her left bra cup. Her strap was drawn straight and tight, pulled away from the softly curving flesh of the upper half of her breast as it faded into her shoulder. I can still see it like she’s right in front of me: the image scorched itself into my retinas, like I couldn’t forget it if I wanted too. I found myself making excuses to see her at work, to talk to her about little things or nothing, to brush her fingertips with mine as we passed documents and things back and forth. Everytime something like that would happen, I’d get a little zing. Once in a while, we’d find ourselves having lunch together. I never asked her out, it just happened a few times. I was taking a lot of trouble NOT to flirt with her. Oh, I was very friendly, I just tried to pretend I didn’t have a dick. But sometimes the little guy would seize control of my eyeballs and rivet them onto her body. Then, one day at lunch, as I was gazing stupidly between her buttons, she finally said something. “Like the view?” “Huh? Oh! Oh, god, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean… I’m, I’m sorry.” “Oh, lighten up. Guys look. It’s a fact of life. I don’t mind it so much. In fact, I kinda like the attention. I’ts flattering.” “You caught me looking before. You were a very good sport about it.” “Thanks. You weren’t. I spent a week wondering whether or not you were going to do anything about it.” “I didn’t want to be rude. Or forward. Or for you to get the wrong idea.” “What wrong idea? That you find me attractive?” “Um.” That’s it. “Um.” This pleasant-but-plain-jane lady had me tongue-tied. What could I say? That I’d been dreaming about her day and night? That I masturbate daily while thinking about every little tiny detail I’d ever noticed about her? That she’s directly responsible for about a quart of my semen, measured out a spoonful at a time? How am I supposed to express the almost supernatural attraction that has infused every thirsty cell of my body like this? I’ve never been this strongly drawn to anybody before, and it’s scaring the crap out of me! Jennifer is not a model with long shining blond hair, tits that defy gravity, and legs that cause traffic accidents! She’s just an ordinary-looking girl, and I want her like I never knew what desire even was before this! You want the truth, lady? You can’t handle the truth! One word is all you get! “Yes.” “Well, shit, I’d hate to think of how you’d treat me if you thought I was ugly.” “Listen. Okay. That’s fair. Yes, I find you attractive. You probably don’t realize how much. I don’t understand it myself. I think it’s kind of scary, and I don’t want to be, y’know, that kind of guy.” “What kind of guy? The kind that will ask a girl out? Man, you really know how to make a lady feel special, don’t you?” “Um. Well, I’ve never picked a girl up. I’ve never really done that. Every woman I’ve ever been involved with was a friend first. A friend who ended up jumping my bones.” A look of shock ran across her features- that adorable crinkle she gets in the corner of her eye when she smiles was ironed flat. Her mouth was opened in a perfect oval. She almost dropped her fork. “Oh, god, you’re one of THEM! Do you have any idea how frustrating men like you are? Jesus Christ. Girls are taught from infancy that Prince Charming is going to swoop down and rescue us from spinsterhood, and then guys like you come along and just act all POLITE, like swooping should be the last goddamn thing on your mind! The only way to get your attention is for us to throw ourselves at you. Do you know how hard that is? Do you know how humiliating that can be when we get turned away?” “See, you’re yelling at me. This is the kind of thing I was afraid of.” “Arrrrgh. Look, things would just be a lot simpler if you’d only say what was on your mind. It’s never a bad idea to compliment a lady, okay?” I didn’t have a response ready. Time to back it up and lighten the mood, I thought. Hey, I think she might be into me after all! “If I’d thought that you were ugly, there’d be no problem. We’d be friends and associates, and that would be that. Simple.” “Right. But instead, you wanted to be friends and associates while secretly hoping I’d eventually pounce on you like a hungry tiger.” “Um.” “Well, that’s what it would take, right?” “Um.” “Listen, buddy, you aren’t getting off that easy. You’re going to tell me exactly what you think of me, in excruciating detail. Right now.” I muttered something woefully incomplete, which she accepted cheerfully, but it wasn’t even the beginning, and we both knew it. I asked her out, and she said yes, and we’ll be seeing each other tonight. That’s why I’ve written her this story. That’s why THIS is the beginning. The First Time I Saw You The first time I saw you my heart pounded and I could not keep my eyes off of you. You walked into the bar alone. I had already undressed you before you sat down. Your hair fell just above your shoulders, when you walked it moved enough to uncover your ears and neck. I had already tasted your neck and sucked on your ears before you had your first drink. There was just enough light in the bar that I noticed your nipples were hard, you had decided to leave the extra hardware in your room tonight. Your breast are firm and delicious, I have already licked and sucked them. The dress you have on clings well to your curves, its very short with your smooth silky legs protruding. You sit lady like with your legs crossed, this pulls your dress higher on your thigh. I love the taste of your legs as I have already kissed them. You play with the cherry in your drink, dipping it in and then licking it off. I see the cherry touch your lips and your tongue swirl around it, I love the alluring taste of your lips as my tongue also swirls around the cherry. I have to met you, I can't stand it anymore. My cock is throbbing on every heart beat. I get up and come to your table, introducing myself and offering you my company. Lucky for me you seem interested and agree. God I'm on fire for you now. I order us both another round of drinks. I start telling you a little about me and ask about you. It's small talk for a while. I find out she's staying at the hotel across the street for a couple days, amazingly so am I. I get bolder and start telling you about when I saw you enter the bar. You seem to like it and respond by asking me to tell you more. I tell you about your hair, neck and ears. Entice you with your nipples and breast. Adore you with my desire for your legs and your tongue wrapped around your cherry. I tell you I would love to taste your cherry. You slide over close to me, uncross your legs, drip your cherry in your drink then you lick it off, then you offer me your cherry, I to lick it off. We smile and laugh a little at that. I've noticed your hand on my leg rubbing it gently. My cock it stretching for your touch. I want to taste your lips, I lean over meeting your lips in a long luscious kiss, it was better then I had imagined. The wet warmth of your lips heightens my desire. Our tongues dart in each others mouth, I'm in heaven. The bar is almost empty now, we have a corner to ourselves. She gets adventurous and slides her hand over my cock, I thought I was gona shoot it off right then. She smiled at me and moved my hand up her leg, I reached under her skirt to find she wasn't wearing panties and she was shaved. My hand immediately found her wet pussy. I stroked it while giving her a deep wet kiss. She tasted better each time I kissed her. We decided a little more privacy was needed, so we paid our check and headed off to the hotel room. I can't wait to reach the room. As we exit the bar and head to the hotel room we step in the elevator. As soon as the door closes we grab each other and kiss long and deep. My hands feel your warm breast and oh so hard nipples protruding out through your blouse. I feel your hands rubbing over my body. Our elevator reaches our floor and the doors open, we run down the hall to our room stripping as the door closes. The shower in the room is big with glass all around so we can see each other in the bathroom mirrors from any direction. The water flows down your body over your nips pass your belly button and down your legs. I grab the soap and lather you up good, making your body very slippery. I spend some extra time on your nipples making them firm and delicious. Leaning over I suck on them as the water flows around my mouth. I hear you moan, my hands have grabbed your butt and pulled you toward me. I push you against the glass walls as you spread your legs. My hand reaches between your legs and strokes your hot wet pussy. You arch with pleasure as your feel the excitement rising within you. The shower head is the removable kind so you take it and run it over your breast. I kneel now and start licking and sucking your sweetness. I feel your body tremble as you peak and climax, moaning sexy sounds. You slide down on the floor with me and start the play with my penis. Rubbing soap on it and around my balls. You take the shower head and direct it over me going up and down. You feel me getting harder with each stroke. Wanting more for yourself you straddle me and plunge me deeper inside you. Tightening your muscles on every motion, this feels so great. You rock in rhythm with me and tense more and more, finally you draw me to the edge and I cum in you, grabbing your body and holding you tight against me as I fill you. You can't hold back anymore and you explode around me again. As the excitement settles there's only you and me with the water still dripping over our bodies. Wet and wild now?? The First Time I Saw You I can remember that day as if it was yesterday. That was the day I first saw you in my class. It was doing freshmen year when I first laid eyes on you. Your name was Matt; you were 5'10 and 200 pounds. You had light brown skin and a body that would just make me melt (you were not fat you had muscles), and those arms looked liked they could hold onto me so tight and just squeeze all the pain I felt out of my soul. I knew that I was not your type because guys like you have a thing for fast girls and I wasn't fast and good looking. I was 5'3 and 250 pounds and fat everywhere. Every time I laid my eyes on you I would image just the two of us having wild, hot, passionate sex but every two weeks I saw you with a different girl. You would love them as if they were a goddess. Just seeing you made me feel even more like dirt. Yes we spoke a couple of times mostly when I said "hi" to you. You would nod back or just ignore but one day you had stopped and talked with me. When that happen I was on cloud nine. After that day I knew we were meant to be together. That night masturbated by remembering the sound of you voice. That night I cum so much that I had to change my sheets in the morning. From then on I continued to masturbate just thinking about you. If was as if I saw your face I would feel my juices escaping from me easily knowing that fact that we became friends. I managed my sexual feelings. Years passed during that time there was parties, school, pledging and more parities. Finally senior year arrived. Yes I was still a virgin and you were still looking sexy as hell. So after graduating from college we went our separate ways. From that day on I thought I would never see you again, luckily for me faith had plains for me and you. When we met again it was at my job you were there to pick up your little sister from school. At first I did not recognized you but minutes later you yelled my name "Dominique is that you" when you said that I turned my head to see who just yelled my name and then it took me a quick sec. for me to realize that it was you Matt my crush from college. So there we where just talking about what's new in our lives. Finally you said that we should meet up sometime to catch up on old time. Having you say that my heart nearly fell out of my chest. Right then and there I wanted to pull you into my classroom and go at it but I had to remain under control. I replied and said that would sound like a good idea. So we exchange phone numbers and set the date for tomorrow night. While driving home I had to keep from wrecking my car because I was finger myself and imaging that it was your huge cock. On the night of our date I had on a lace black thong with a matching bra. Before putting on my black dress I stopped to look at my self in the mirror and thought damn I look good. Finally arriving at the restaurant all you could say is damn. That night you keep saying how good I looked. Timed passed as we talked and talked. We talked about the parities, school work and other college life things. All of a sudden you asked me if I liked you in college. Feeling scared to answer I said you. After saying that I felt like I needed a strong drink. Next you said you felt the same way about me. Really I said sounding very shocked. Yes you said I was the type of girl you wanted as a friend and someday something more. After hearing you say that I nearly fell out of my chair. There was a moment of silence then you asked if I was ok, I replied by saying yes. Next I asked you why you did not try to make a move on me your answer was "I thought that I was not your type" after you said that I decided to take it upon myself to kiss you. Kissing you was a dream I always wanted to do to. After that kiss you told me that you always wanted to make love to me. So you took my hand and asked Dominique can I make you feel like that goddess you are. I replied yes, so we scrapped to grab our things as you paid the check. Outside we both head to your car. Finally we reached your apartment building and got on the elevator to head to your floor. While on the elevator you started to kiss me very passionate. I moved my had down to feel your cock through your pants. While you were kissing my neck I lead over to your ear and whispered my pussy is wet ant waiting for you to place your cock inside my pussy walls. Finally, from what seemed like an eternity we reached your apartment door. Now inside your apartment you picked me up and placed me on your kitchen table, there I ripped your shirt off so that your sexy chest was staring me in my face. Then you reached up my dress to remove my lace black thong. While doing that I lift my 44dd"s out the top part of my dress and began to massage them. All of a sudden I felt you fingering my wet pussy. You first started with two then three. I moan while you are giving me damn good pleasure. Next you removed your fingers to let me taste my sweet juices. While licking you fingers dry I felt your tongue entering my pussy walls. You ate my pussy like there was no tomorrow. "Yes eat that pussy" was the only thing I let escape from my mouth in between all of my moans. I cum so many times that I lost count. Finally you arose up and kiss me on my mouth so I could get a better taste of my sweetness. As we are kissing I reach my hand down to pull your huge cock out of your pants. Finally I get your cock out and say "damn baby that is big" you just smile at my excitement of your cock. I bring my lips to the head of your cock and open wide. Down it goes touching the back of my neck; your cock feels so good inside my mouth. Up and down I go, moving my mouth all over your penis. You let out a soft moan and say "ah yes that feels so good baby". Next I feel your semen flowing down my throat, some escapes down the side of my mouth with saliva. When I am done, you grab the rest of my dress and ripe it off exposing my nakedness to you. You then pick me up and carry me to your bedroom. There you gently place me on your bed and say I am going to show you what I have being dreaming of. You slowly guide your dick inside my tight pussy (you do this because you know I am still a virgin). Your body starts thirsting up against me as I moan loudly because of the joy I am feeling. It is a dream cum true. I cum then you, we continue this until we can not go on. I en up falling asleep in you arms after a night of hot, passionate sex. In the morning when we awake you bring me breakfast in bed. After breakfast we continue to explore each others bodies and make more passionate love. Now three years later and engaged to be married I thank faith each day that we meet up again. Now I know that faith works in very good ways especial for you and me. The First Time I Saw I lay there for a little while before I got up, changed my sheets, showered and went back to bed. If my mother should come home, I did not want the lingering scent of sex to betray what Daddy and I had been up to while she out. Laying in my bed and looking out the window, I felt at peace except for just a little bit of guilt that I felt about being with Daddy sexually. There was no intense regret about our encounter, just a concern that Mom might find out about us. Shortly before the evening news came on, I went down to prepare some dinner. I decided to make shrimp scampi because we had all of the ingredients in my recipe and it would taste good re-heated. Mom and Aunt Dorothy returned from their volunteer work famished. I joined them at the table as they ate. Both of them told funny stories about the other volunteers' cooking techniques. We were having a great time then Daddy came home. Daddy washed up and joined us for dinner. After dinner, the four of us played two rounds of pinochle. Daddy and I were partners. Mom and Aunt Dorothy were fierce competitors but we beat them twice. Aunt Dorothy told us that Stacey couldn't come for Christmas but she sends us her love. Everyone loved the shrimp scampi that I cooked for dinner. Our evening turned out great. Neither Daddy nor I made any revealing gaffes. Aunt Dorothy went up to bed first. Shortly after her sister went upstairs Mom told Daddy and I good night. Once again here we were with the basement to ourselves. It had been soundproofed when I was a teenager so I could have parties without disturbing the neighbors. The bathroom with a shower had been added the year I lived in the basement for a short while right after college before I moved to the west coast to take a job. Mom made sure that the plumbing was designed and installed to prevent the noise from being heard upstairs whenever the toilet flushed or the shower was turned on. Lucky us. We watched television allowing time for my mother and aunt to fall asleep. All night we kissed embracing while watching television. The warmth of being in his arms capped off a good evening making it a great evening. I had thought that I would spend the Christmas holiday feeling sorry for myself because I didn't have a significant other. Instead I was laying in my lover's arms watching my favorite holiday movies. We made plans to meet after the holiday was over. I live more than 2600 miles away from my parents so we would have to make a special effort to be together. Before Daddy retired he was an CPA and part-time professor. He still does consulting work to stay active in his field and to bring in extra income to fund his do-gooder projects. If he found a couple of projects on the west coast, he'd have an excuse to come spend time with me. I'll leave any excuses up to Daddy unless he asks for my help. The next evening Daddy's quartet performed as planned singing show tunes and Christmas carols. They were a big hit. After the show, the quartet and their spouses came over for some holiday cheer. Spending time at home was the tonic I needed to refresh and re-gain my momentum. By the time all the guests left it was Christmas day. Like a little kid, I wanted to open my gifts. Mom said I could open one. Naturally the gift I chose to open had a from Daddy name tag. The box was very large and beautifully wrapped. I figured it was a sweater or a throw because of the size of the box. I grabbed the large box under the tree surprised by its light weight given the size. I tore it open to find a black velvet jewelry box inside. Mom and Aunt Dorothy obviously knew what was inside. Both of them were smiling. Daddy looked as if he was holding his breath. When I lifted the lid on the box, I gasped and shouted with glee when I saw Grandma Frances' ruby pendant. I broke down crying with tears of joy. My grandmother meant the world to me and I always loved seeing her wear the necklace that her grandmother had given her. I went to the mirror to try on the pendant which matched my outfit perfectly. Daddy beamed with pride that his gift had been a hit. He had his arm around my mother's waist as they stood together while I tried it on. I ran over and hugged him in a daughterly way thanking him for the perfect gift. Daddy kept his arm around Mom's waist as they went to go upstairs. Mom was inviting Daddy into her bedroom. Their decision to spend the night together was their prerogative, after all they are married. I was torn, as a daughter I was happy that my parents might reconcile at Christmastime. As a woman I was jealous to know that my man was going to be with another woman. Aunt Dorothy said goodnight leaving me alone to think. Mom told me that my cousin Stacey had fallen on hard times. When Daddy offered to buy Grannie's pendant for three times its value, Stacey felt like receiving the money for her necklace had been a godsend according to Mom. Hearing the story of my father's generosity made me love my Daddy all the more. Sitting there by myself, I felt two parts happy and one part not so much. Therefore, I focused on the pendant part and the getting together part instead of the jealous part. I laid down in front of the crackling fire, thinking about him before I drifted off to sleep. I woke up to Daddy kissing me to wake me. He was in a great mood ready to open presents checking to see if I was angry with him. When he saw that I was not holding an angry grudge his mood elevated all the more. We cooked breakfast. I ran up to call Mom and Aunt Dorothy to breakfast. Both of them had slept in but were ready to get up to celebrate Christmas. They got ready for their day of volunteer work. All volunteers were asked to arrive at the shelter by 1:30 p.m. Mom wanted to leave the house by 1:15 to arrive with five minutes to spare. I helped Mom pack the gifts she was taking for some children she had met at the shelter in her car. They left Daddy and I alone. When I went back into the house Daddy was standing holding with a small gift wrapped box. He handed me the box saying, "Here, put these on I'd love to see you in them. Let's go upstairs." We sat my bed while I opened my present. Inside there was a single pair of black lace thong panties. I went into my bathroom to put them on so that I could make an entrance wearing my thongs. Inside the bathroom I debated whether I should saunter out slow and sexy or with lots of fun shouting "TA DA" as I jumped out of the door. Naturally, slow and sexy won out. The only thing I had on was Grandma Frances' ruby pendant and my black thongs. Daddy had set a sultry sexy mood by turning on my favorite music - the one with the saxophone solo. I walked to Daddy striking different poses as I went. I did 50's pin-up girl poses that I thought he would enjoy seeing. Boy did he ever. His thick cock was hard and standing at attention waiting for me. I straddled him as I sat facing him on his lap. He moved the tiny string on my thong to one side allowing him to penetrate me slowly. I contracted me vaginal muscle trying to give him the milking him he craved. Somehow he had sturdy wooden boxes of the just the height that I needed to put my feet on so I had traction to control my sex ride. We had hot nasty sex with Daddy's wife 5 minutes away. Knowing that we could get caught made our screwing that much more exciting. Daddy moved slowly to give me as much humping as I wanted. He was not in a hurry and enjoyed the sensation of having his cock engulfed by my pussy. Daddy was hardly moving letting me control my ride at my own pace. In a patterned rhythm that I could anticipate, he would tilt his pelvis driving a deep powerful thrust inside me. When I knew it was time for his thrust, I raised my body up a little so that he could shove his cock completely inside with a force that sent surges of pleasure through me. Each time he did so I melted with a stronger lust for his prick. We continued to hump until I couldn't take any more I had a glorious orgasm. My canal quivered and contracted around his manhood as I came. Daddy held me tight through my wave of release. I leaned forward relishing being held and the intensity of my climax. Then Daddy began a subtle barely perceptible stroking. His pace and depth of penetration increased until he was delivering powerful strokes that signaled that he was approaching his climax. My vaginal muscles had learned to contract around his cock strengthening Daddy's pleasure and sensations. Daddy's penis began to throb and pulsate then he moaned and squeezed me tight as he had his orgasm. We sat face to face with our arms wrapped around one another listening to our hearts race. After his penis got soft and slide out of me we kissed and kissed. We showered and talked about how we would continue our relationship. I wanted the feeling of happiness that we were having to last. Neither of us is sure how we could make things work on a long distance basis. What we do know is that we don't want our affair to end. This has been my best Christmas in a very long time all because of the first time I saw his penis. The First Time I Shared I wrote a story about 5 months ago; this is the prelude to that. We moved onto others later, as I'm sure you'll read. I remember the first time Sue actually mentioned that her ultimate fantasy was to have two guys at once, and that really it was every woman's fantasy, I was shocked that she could want somebody else other than me, we had quite a row. As time moved on I often thought of that conversation, and found I got aroused each time I thought of her with another man & getting "spit-roasted". I asked her several times if "we" could meet up with some guy's and make the fantasy a reality, but although it was her fantasy, she didn't want to act it out, this I found strange, how can you have a fantasy, and when offered , turn it down? One night while watching an erotic movie, the woman on-screen was getting the pleasure of two guys, I mentioned again to Sue that my fantasy was to see her getting fucked stupid by some hunky, well hung guy, while she sucked my cock. She agreed that we should give it a go. WOW, at last, my cock nearly exploded right there and then. Our lovemaking was really passionate that night, pure lust, all I could imagine was my lovely wife getting fucked by someone else. I always thought she'd held back for fear of my jealousy, I think at last she'd got the point that as long as we did this together nothing would come between us. After joining an internet adult club, we advertised to meet single guys, the ad read:- Married, secure couple, S, 37, 5'8", str8, very pretty, sexy size 18, 42DD, red hair, loves cock, sucking, fucking wants to try DP for the first time. A, 37, 5'8", str8, voyeur, would love to see S getting it on with W/E hunk. We would like to meet up with guy to give S her ultimate fantasy, can you keep it up? Must like BBW Photos/video for our collection only After several days our inbox was full of prospective suitors, the obvious morons and photo collectors (why do they bother), were soon deleted, location age and size got rid of a few more, we were left with half a dozen or so guys who met our criteria. A few emails/photo's later and the guy was selected, Martin, 40 years old, straight, 5'8, medium build, W/E, bald, with goatee beard who lived approximately 10 mile away, but most of all loved the more "ample" woman. A date was set, Martin had booked a hotel room for the night, and adjoining was a nice pub. When the day finally arrived, Sue and I were both a little nervous, Sue more so, but the excitement was unbelievable. Sue bathed for an hour or so, shaving all her bits/legs etc, making sure she was ready for what was about to happen. I began to wonder whether she would ever get out, or end up looking like a prune. We both went to the bedroom, Sue had placed a purple silk Basque on the bed, it's laces tied up at the front, had black lace at each end to slightly cover her breasts and thigh's. Also, her stockings were placed next to it, plain black fishnets; I knew she would look fabulous. Watching her slowly lace up the Basque, rolling up her stockings and clipping them on, finally covering it with a very short black skirt, and a black top, this showed her beautiful cleavage. This was finished off with a knee length black boots, and small black jacket. Watching you wife get dressed up to go and fuck some other guy is a truly amazing experience, you're not quite sure what she is thinking, the apprehension of whether his cock may be bigger and feel better to her? Will you feel jealous? a thousand and one things go through you mind, each one arousing you more. The time was now 740pm, and time to leave, I asked Sue again if she wanted to carry this through, a slight blush and nod of the head told me she was really looking forward to it. We arrived at the pub at about 8pm as agreed, the walking in the pub is quite nerve wracking, your not sure if anybody has turned up, or they may be just down right ugly, as soon as we entered Mart stood out, that gleaming head certainly made it easier to spot him, and his photo's were genuine. The pub was quite empty, a few couples placed around, but thankfully none within earshot of our conversation. We went straight over and sat down beside him and we all quickly introduced ourselves, Mart offered to go to the bar and get the drinks, two pints of lager and Vodka and orange for Sue (Dutch courage I think). On his return, things seemed a lot more relaxed, our chatting soon got round to sex, Mart explained how enjoyed taking part in MMF fun, especially larger women, to see their tits swirl round and round as they're getting rammed with cock, I agreed whole heartedly, this helped to put Sue at ease, as, like all women they over stress about their size. My turn for the drinks I think, I took a little longer than I would have normally, I looked back at Sue, and saw her giggling in a shy naïve way, Mart had dropped his hand onto the top of her knee, she looked over at me for approval I think, which she got with a wink. She didn't push his hand away, just blushed ever so slightly, perhaps only I could tell how she was feeling. The sight of her flirting with this new guy, especially for me (or was it), just started to get the blood pumping. I returned, this time I sat next to Mart, a double Vodka and orange for Sue, and she could tell, "Trying to get me drunk?" she said, "You bet" we said in unison "Why is that then?" I leant over the table and whispered in her ear "so we can both fuck the arse off you" "I don't need to be drunk for that" Mart excused himself, at which point I asked Sue if she fancied fucking this nice gent, "Try and fucking stop me" came the reply, it wasn't meant as it sounded, she knew from my looks that I wanted to watch her get it on. Mart soon returned, and made a nice remark of how sexy Sue looked, he sat opposite me and next to Sue, for all of three seconds she looked nervous again, but that soon disappeared. The subject obviously continued along the lines of sex, Mart asked me why I would want to share my lovely wife; I explained how it had started, and how I had fantasized about watching her, that, like a new car, you want to show it off………….. Mart's hand had drifted down onto what I presume was Sue's thigh, I couldn't see because of the table, "Stockings, I love stockings", said Mart, Sue's breathing had quickened ever so slightly, her lips pouted, and a whole new glow took over her. I continued with my drivel, which I don't think anybody was listening to, and to be honest nor did I, I wanted to see her being aroused. Sue was obviously relaxed now, and starting to feel more confident about her sexual prowess over us both. We were like lap dogs waiting for her to set the rules; we didn't have to wait long, she looked Mart right in the eye, "Mart, are you going to take me to your room then?" "You bet" he said. The remainder of our drinks were very quickly consumed, Mart led the way, followed by Sue, with myself bringing up the rear, all three of us headed out of the pub. As soon as we got out of the door, Mart swung Sue round and started to kiss her, I could see his tongue enter her mouth, and she responded back with her own, here is my wife French kissing another guy right in front of my eyes I felt like a spare part, but a very aroused spare part, he rubbed his hand up the outside of her skirt and up onto her breasts removing his tongue from her wet mouth and down onto her neck, she was in heaven, as was I. "Time to move on?" I said. They were so engrossed in each other they didn't hear, "We going up to the room then?" I said slightly louder. "Let's go" came the reply. With that, all three of us entered the lobby and made our way up to Mart's room. Number 14, Mart unlocked the door and switched on the lights. We followed and closed the door behind. I moved out the way, and let them carry on with what they were doing. I positioned my video camera on the tripod facing the bed, I had to be quick as they were all over each other, I looked behind, they were stood up, hands were everywhere, though at this point all of us were fully clothed. They continued where they had left off outside the pub, tongues and lips meeting, and Sue looking occasionally at me giving a knowing wink of the pleasure she knew it was giving me. Sue finally pulled her lips away. "Shall we make our way over to the bed?" said Sue. "I have a bottle of Champagne, seems a shame not to enjoy" Mart replied. Sue was well impressed, and we each had a glass. I was still stood up, we were all just chatting, there glasses were placed on the bedside table, and normal service was resumed. Video switched ON, I just watched in amazement, my jaw must have been on the floor. Her jacket was soon dispensed with, as was his. Back into the kissing and necking, Mart was obviously an experienced guy, he knew all her buttons, and boy did he press them. His hand was soon up her top, she leant forward and that too was removed revealing the purple Basque, which Mart really seemed to like. "Come over here, I need the two of you" said Sue. Like a flash I was over, I started to kiss her neck, she looked at me and I planted my tongue as far down her throat as it would go, she knew I was aroused by this, and moved her hand down to my cock. I was so glad I had jeans on; her touch was driving me wild even through the thick denim. I removed my tongue, and manoeuvred slightly, my head was now in line with her lovely tits, I exposed her nipple, and sucked gently, "Harder, suck harder." I roughly grabbed hold of her tit and sucked for all I was worth, Mart now had positioned himself and had joined me, sucking both her tits and once, she writhed in ecstasy. A few minutes, and I had to pull away, I stood back up and just watched. Her hands were under his T shirt, feeling his chest, they were still kissing, somehow she managed to remove his shirt without breaking stride. Within seconds of his top going, she was unbuttoning his trousers; I looked on as I too wanted to see what Sue would be getting, had Mart lied about his size? Sue's look was also one of anticipation, Mart stood up to help, his trousers and boxers were soon at his ankles, Mart hadn't lied, he was rising rapidly, and already must have been about 9" long, and about as thick as my own, this was the first time I had ever seen another mans cock, and my pretty wife was soon about to devour it. Sue looked at me and smiled "Do you think I'll take all of this?" "Of course you can" I replied, my 7 incher now felt small by comparison. She leant forward and kissed his now hardened cock, licking up and down his shaft before taking the plunge and sucking his swollen head, Mart leant back his head in ecstasy and quietly moaned. "Does she give good head or what?" Mart said, "She certainly does, I trained her well don't you think." "You certainly did my friend." I removed my own clothing, and approached them, Sue was sat down sucking Marts cock, she glanced over and held out her hand, "I want to suck both of you." She was soon swapping from one cock to another, at one point she got both our cocks in her mouth at once. I was going to loose it if I didn't move out of reach, and I didn't want that to happen just yet. I made some excuse and got back behind the camera. Sue now stood up alongside him, still cock in hand, slowly wanking his cock, tongues were soon back in each others mouth. His hands were back on the move, her short skirt was lifted up and to his most pleasant surprise found she wasn't wearing any knickers at all, "Very nice, and neatly trimmed too" Mart stated. Sue adjusted her position to give him better access, I leant forward, I could see her juices dripping down his fingers. "I want to taste you, I want to push my tongue deep inside your pussy" said Mart. He removed his fingers and licked them right in front of her eyes. "Tastes good." Sue sat down, lay down, her arse was on the edge of the bed, I wanted him to fuck her right then, but he obviously had more control than I, he knelt on the floor between her legs, she soon hoisted them up, and held them there with her hands. His head moved closer, she must have felt his breathe on her pussy, he darted his tongue out, she whimpered, she was going to like this, as she always does. He wasn't going for her clit just yet, he was working her, working his way from her arse to her lips, I could see Sue was gagging for it, and he obliged, suddenly he moved to her clit, a quiet scream came from her, "Fuck me that's good, Don't stop, Use your fingers while you suckme" said Sue. She now had the confidence to say what she wanted; she was going to use him for her/our pleasure. Mart inserted a finger, then two, three, his thumb massaged her arse. She had now gotten hold of his head and kept it held there, I could see her movements were thrusting her dripping pussy hard onto his face, it wouldn't be long, and it wasn't, I saw her grab hold of his head even tighter as she came, on and on she went, a really powerful orgasm. As always her clit had become over sensitive, she had to remove his head, he moved his soaking wet face up to hers where he flicked out his tongue, she obliged by opening her mouth and tasting her own cum. Sue rolled Mart over, moved down on to her knees and took his head between her hands, she squeezed it hard and brought out his pre-cum, she approached his knob and started to suck his come, I moved behind her, she raised herself onto all fours, I could control it, I rammed my cock as hard as I could into her, it just flew in, she was soaked, and very stretched, less feeling might make me last longer. I fucked and fucked, occasionally stopping and take my cock out and rubbing it on her anus. Mart was moaning with pleasure, "Feels good, feels fucking excellent" Mart said. Not stopping, Sue snorted in appreciation of his comments. "It does at this end too" I said. I could see Mart bucking beneath her, his thrusts had quickened and became deeper in her mouth, he shouted out as he shot his load down my wife's throat. I couldn't see it all, so I just imagined her licking all the come off his cock. Finally I had to admit defeat, I could control no longer, I shot my load deep into her already dripping cunt. I withdrew and sat on the edge of the bed, Sue had some "cum" on the edge of her mouth, I pointed it out, she moved her tongue like some sort of lizard and it was gone. Mart refilled all our glasses with champagne; we just sat there, the three of us, chatting, smoking, and drinking, everything was relaxed; I didn't feel jealous at all. Sue removed her boots and stockings; all that was left was that lovely Basque. After about ten minutes or so, my cock was on the move, I turned to Mart, "I want to watch you fuck her now, Fuck her good and hard." Sue glanced at me as I hadn't said anything to her, was she mad with me for presuming she wanted to fuck him? No thank god, she soon smiled and crawled up the bed to his cock. She was kissing the inside of his leg, right in his groin, moving onto his ball bag, sucking each ball into her mouth, his cock started to rise, she engulfed his semi with her lips, it didn't take him long to be fully ready. "You heard him, fuck me good and hard" Sue demanded. They repositioned, and so did I, with camera in hand I focused in on her pussy, She lay on her back legs in the air, he moved upwards so his cock was almost there. "Fuck me" she cried. I thought I was going to come myself as he pushed his cock into her, I think Sue did too, "Yes, Oh my god, it's so big" She squealed, Her hands were digging into his arse cheeks to force him to ram home. "Your cunt, Fucking…. great" Mart stammered, He hammered away, I watched in awe of this cock as it reached parts I never have, virgin territory so to speak. Sue lapped it up, she could see my face, she would tease me, look at me with an ecstasy on her face, and then yell out, "Your cock…..I love it." Then look back at me and smile, the little slut, my little slut, egging me on, she knew exactly what she was doing. They were both getting a bit out of puff, Mart rolled off, "You're not stopping just yet are you?" Sue said almost dissapointedly, "I'm going to fuck your brains out" she shouted, With that she stooped over him, and guided his cock into her pussy, she didn't go slow, but dropped herself onto it, fully impaled on 9 inches of cock. "Oh..Yes, I like this" Sue said Her hips motioned to and fro, keeping it all inside, she then started to ride him, up and down, Mart had got hold of her massive tits "Suck my nipples…..Hard" again she demanded, He was only to happy to oblige, swapping from one to another, they were like bullets, rock hard. She leant further over, kissing him while riding his cock, they would break away, then tongues were stuck together again. I attached the camera back on the tripod, as I'd guessed this was my opportunity, "How's about 2 up then Sue, wanna try a DP? You think you can take one up your arse as well?" I said. She didn't answer, but looked over her shoulder and summoned me over with a flick of her head. Like a shot I was on the bed, all movements below had stopped, I licked my fingers and lubricated her arse, inserting a finger to prepare her for what was about to come. I moved and put the head against her hole, pushing quite hard, it was usually quite loose, but I suppose it hadn't got a cock in her pussy when we've done it before. I had to push quite hard, the head was now in, she winced. Was it pleasure or pain, or both? "Do you want me to stop?" I asked. "No, but go slow", came the reply. I withdrew; "Don't stop" came her plea. I lubricated my cock with spit. "Here we go again, ready " I asked. This time the head went in easily, I continued to push, Sue pushed back. Each push another inch went in; I was buried right up to her arse. Now this was the difficult bit, having never done this before it took a while to get the rhythm right. As I moved out, Mart moved in, I could feel his cock enter her through her arse wall. "Fuck me" she screamed, Not a request as we already were, just a throw away comment of her ecstasy. "Why have I never done this before? You two certainly know what you doing" Sue said. "Fuck, fuck" her breath's said. I'd never heard he be so expletive before. She was well into it now, and enjoying every minute. "Fuck me, faster, faster" she continued. She was close now; she leant over and kissed Mart as best as she could. "Suck my tits" That was an order from her; he grabbed hold of a tit in each hand, and sucked her tit. Marts thrusts quickened up, as did mine. "I'm coming" he said, This all helped Sue reach her climax, a loud scream, followed by her pushing as hard as she could against us both. We stayed there motionless for a minute, then we all parted. Sue was on her back, Mart nodded to me, and rose up onto his knees, I was the other side and did likewise. "I want you to come on my tits" she said, We wanked, Sue had both of our balls cupped in her hands, stroking, "Come on me" she continued to arouse us with her comments, Mart came first "Oh, I'm coming……………….argh." I lasted all of 5 seconds longer, "Me too…………." Sue was massaging his cream into her left tit; mine was aimed for her tit, but some shot up to her neck, she rubbed our comes together, then did something quite amazing, licked her fingers, whose cum was she tasting? "That tastes salty, Very nice" Sue said. I went to the camera and switched OFF We were all absolutely knackered, totally fucked out. "Bathroom?" questioned Sue, Mart pointed, to knackered to talk I think Sue got up and followed his direction; I heard the shower go on. The First Time I Shared "That was fucking great mate, Your missus is one hell of a fuck" Said Mart "Any chance of doing it again?" he continued, "You bet, but we'll have to ask the gaffer" I replied. Almost on cue Sue returned, minus Basque. "What you two been talking about" she said inquisitivly, knowing that we'd been talking. "When are the three of us going to meet up again?" I asked. "Or should I say, are we?" "Definitely" she said happily, and continued, "I really enjoyed that." Sue had now got her knickers back on, she reached in her bag and took out her bra, Its not the same watching her getting dressed. I collected my clothes and was soon dressed. The video camera was packed away, we were ready to go. "Mart, thanks for making this night a success, lets hope she doesn't go all shy and feel guilt of her enjoyment" I said. "No prob's mate" he replied. "Thank you" said Sue. "No, thank you Sue, you are a fantastic woman, and very sexy, I could fuck you all night, if you ever want my company again just ask, I'd be only to happy to oblige." "Thank you" she said again. She moved and pecked him on the cheek as if she'd just met him. With that we were gone. "That was great babe" I said with a big glowing smile, "Watching you drove me wild" I continued expressing my apprciation of her sexual prowess. "I know, why do you think I was like I was? Did you enjoy it? Sue said. "Definitely, And would you do it again" I replied. "Not straight away, but soon" she shyly said. "Did you enjoy his big cock?" my obvious enthusiasm was continuing. "Yes, did you enjoy seeing me take it?" said Sue, "Are you kidding or what,.........I love you " I said. "I love you too" came the reply, We just looked at each other and smiled. A perfect night…………………hopefully to be repeated, and was with more hung guys. The First Time I Sucked My Dick I like to sit in front of my computer naked reading a good nasty story while my girl friend lubes up my asshole and inserts a large vibrating bullet and turns it on. Then she lubes up my cock, balls and nipples and starts massaging until everything is erect. I like it very wet, so she applies a lot of lube and keeps it very moist with her saliva. I keep pumping my cock until I am about ready to cum, then I stop and restart many times. This builds up an enormous amount of cum and a very strong orgasm. When I cum it shoot's out hard, I have squirted all the way across the room. I usually don't do that many times because it's so hard to clean up, plus I love the taste of my sperm and enjoy licking up every drop of it. While I am masturbating my girl friendusually has a girlfriend over and they will be sucking on each other's clit. One night we got on a sex site that showed men sucking their own cocks. It looked very interesting and made my cock extremely hard. I couldn't stop jacking my cock and my girl friend couldn't keep her fingers out of her pussy I looked over at her and she had her whole fist stuck up her cunt moaning and groaning like the whore she is. I couldn't help it I wasted a load in my hand. I got up and went to the shower. As I was thinking about what I seen on the computer. I reached down towards my feet for a washcloth. I realized how little effort it took to bend so far over, and noticed how close my cock was to my belly. My cock was really close to my lips, I wondered if I could suck myself off. I was always very limber. I started masturbating myself and getting my cock hard, then I bent over towards my cock to see how close I could get to the head of my cock, the shower door opened and my girl friend had been watching me. I was shocked when she said "here let me help you" she started pulling on my cock and helping me bent over, in just a few moments. I was able to lick the salty-sweet pre-cum from the tip of my cock, which drove my wife insane with pleasure. But it was a little hard to breathe, all bent over like that. So, I figured if I was going to have a shot at making myself come in my mouth, I'd have to learn how to breathe all bent over like that. We practiced this little self-sucking routine for a few months, and after a while I was able to suck my own cock anytime I felt like it. I was my own best friend. I remember the first time my wife caught me sucking my cock without her help. She got very angry. Told me that if she ever caught me relieving myself like that again that she would divorce me. After many practice sessions I have gotten so good at sucking I can even suck my balls into my mouth I love to dump load after load of hot fresh sperm straight into my mouth. I work myself up into male sex frenzy. My girl friend likes to control things, So she inserts a remote control vibrating bullet up my ass and when she wants to see me cum she cranks up the power on the remote and my prostate starts contracting and cum starts pouring out of my cock straight into my mouth. She loves to bring her girlfriends over and let them watch as I feed my cock into my mouth. I love to see the look on their faces when my cock starts disappearing into my hungry mouth. Most of them can't believe their eyes. Sometimes my girlfriend lets them take pictures of me with my lips wrapped around the head of my cock and a finger or two fucking my asshole. I always wondered if they took the pictures home and showed them to their boy friends. I heard one of her friends tell her that her husband can suck his cock too. They both wanted to get us together and have a suck off. The next weekend she brought her husband over. He didn't know anything about what was fixing to happen. I knew what was going on, because I heard them talk about it. After a few drinks my wife whispered into my ear to go put on my black leather g-string with the zipper in the front. She wanted me to give our guest Bob And Rita a show. This was going to be the first time I had ever performed my little sex act in front of a man. I was nervous but I knew he liked to suck his cock. To my surprise when I got back into the living room my girlfriend had his clothes off and was lubing up his cock and balls. Rita was behind him lubing up his asshole. She had three fingers inserted into his ass and you could see his ass muscles sucking on her fingers. He had a very large cock, my wife had both of her petite hands wrapped around it and there was still four inches of rock hard cock sticking out. She glanced over at me and told me to watch what Bob could do with his cock. I asked my wife if I could jack-off a little? She told me to get some of this lube and too enjoy my self as long as I didn't cum. I couldn't believe my eyes when I looked over at Bob and he was engulfed in self-pleasure, my wife and Rita where talking dirty to him. He took his huge cock and bent it back and started inserting it into his gaping asshole. He must have lodged six inches of his cock into his ass. He started jacking his cock back in forth, he would pull it out of his ass till only the tip of it was showing then he would slip it back into his ass-pussy. Talking about fucking yourself....it made me so horny I wanted to try it. I'm sitting over on the floor trying to get my cock in my ass. Bob started moaning loudly and I watched as he pumped a load of his own cum up his ass. He pulled his cock out of his rectum and cum poured out. My girlfriend looked over at me and started laughing, she said that "I would never be able to stick my cock in my ass, it wasn't long enough." She said that if I wanted to feel a cock in my ass that she would see if Bob would fuck me. I told her I would pass on that. She then told me to suck myself off. Without a word I pulled my legs up in the air and started sucking. I was so horny that as soon as my lips touched my cock I started cumming. I am a very lucky guy to be able to suck my own cock if you have ever wanted to do that e-mail me and tell me about eating cum.