0 comments/ 131929 views/ 13 favorites Tina By: Patrick I guess I was just over 16 when mom remarried. Jeff, her new husband, was considerably younger than mom, probably no more than 33, and quite handsome, so I didn't really resent having him around. For the first 12 months everything was fine, and the only time voices were raised was late at night when they were in their bedroom. Mom was very vocal when they were making love, and that used to annoy me at times when I was trying to get to sleep, but other times it used to excite me and I'd lie in my bed imagining it was me making love, and play with my pussy, Mmmmm they were real nice nights! Although I had a few boyfriends over that time, it was mostly kiss and fondle stuff, and I'd only had real sex the one time, on my 16th birthday with a guy a couple of years older. All he cared about was shooting his load, so it was quick and a little disappointing, not at all as I'd imagined it from hearing mom and Jeff go at it. Then in the second 12 months things began to change, the loud voices moved from the bedroom to the lounge or anywhere else in the house as mom and Jeff started to quarrel a lot. It quickly became clear that mom was going the same way with Jeff as she had with my dad, she was starting to play around with other men, and that made me a little sad, so I did my best to keep out of their way as much as I could. But all that changed one night shortly after my 18th birthday, changed for me, changed for Jeff, changed for all of us really. Mom and Jeff had decided to go to a party and had indicated that they wouldn't be back until the early hours of the morning, so I thought that was a perfect opportunity to have my latest boyfriend over for the evening. We hadn't had much of an opportunity to really get it on together with no one else around and the lounge room or the bedroom sure beat the back seat of a car. So I invited Johnny over and we quickly moved from idle chatter to some heavy petting, and when Johnny said how much he'd always wanted to see me completely naked, I was only too willing to oblige. I was really hot and horny by this stage, so I put on some loud music and did what I considered a slow sensual strip tease for him, and it certainly had the desired effect because by the time the last piece of clothing had fluttered to the floor and I was standing before him completely naked, his jeans and pants were around his ankles and his cock was jutting ramrod straight up into the air, with him stroking it slowly. I have to admit I felt a momentary disappointment that he hadn't undressed completely, and that was only strengthened when he hoarsely cried out, "Yeah, baby, come and suck my cock, give me those hot lips of yours" Much as I actually loved sucking cock, I had been hoping for something a little more, something that would make me feel wanted and important too, but I had turned myself on doing the strip, so needed some action, any action, so I dropped to my knees in front of him and began to lick and suck his generously sized tool. I'd been doing that for a few moments, to the accompaniment of Johnny's loud moans and groans and verbal encouragement, when I thought I detected a movement out of the corner of my eye. I adjusted my position slightly so I had a better view, and almost choked on Johnny's cock as I saw my stepfather, Jeff, standing in the hallway looking in at us. I guess with the loud music and my concentration on Johnny I hadn't heard the car drive up, god, was mom with him? Had I better stop? Johnny, totally unaware of Jeff's presence was urging me on, calling me to suck him harder, and I found myself doing that, but all the time staring at Jeff. He made no move to enter, to stop what was happening or tell me off, and after a few moments it was clear that mom wasn't with him, and then I nearly choked again. Although the light in the hallway wasn't great, it was light enough for me to see the movement of his hand when he unzipped his trousers and pulled out his rock hard cock and began to masturbate. God, this was crazy, I was totally naked, I was sucking Johnny off, and my stepfather was not only watching, but getting off on it, actually jerking himself off, and both of us were totally aware of each other's presence. Mmmmmm, a shiver ran through me, and the shock turned to a tingling excitement, watching Jeff watching me was actually turning me on more that sucking Johnny's cock was! I'd never been a particularly vocal person when I was playing with Johnny's cock, but now I began to talk, and talk loudly and clearly, "Mmmm, what a beautiful big hard cock, so long and thick. Love to suck it, love to feel it in my mouth, sliding down my throat, filling me up, Love to feel it expand and explode when you cum, shooting your hot juices down my throat" My words were really driving Johnny wild and he was close to cumming, but they were also having the same effect on Jeff, because although I was working on Johnny's cock and could have been referring to that, I was also looking directly at Jeff and I'm sure he thought I was referring to the cock being pumped by his hand. Hell, even I didn't know which one I was talking about, all I knew was it was exciting me like never before. Then I felt Johnny's cock start to swell and I knew he was going to explode, so I dipped my head down and took him as deeply into my throat as I could before his cum shot wildly into my mouth, and for the next little while I was busy sucking and lapping up Johnny's copious juices, and thoroughly enjoying it. When I finally lifted my head again, Jeff was gone, and I thought I heard the faint sound of the car starting up and moving away, guess he'd gone back to the party, mmmm, I wonder if he'd cum? I wonder if he'd shot his load watching me? Guess I'll never know. I did finally manage to get Johnny to think of me as well as himself and fill my hot and horny pussy with his delightful cock, but it was as unfulfilling as all the other times with other boys had been, I was beginning to think I'd never get to cum the way mom seemed to when Jeff was fucking her, maybe there was something wrong with me. Over the next few days there was a slight awkwardness between Jeff and I, we both pretended we didn't know what had happened that night and kept out of each other's way, but I couldn't help noticing that he looked at me a little differently now, looked at me like he'd looked at mom in the very early days, with a sort of hot smoldering look. It made me feel a little uncomfortable, but also a little excited too. Then came Friday night and Mom was again off to a party, but this time Jeff decided that he wasn't interested in going, so he sat himself down in front of the TV, while I waited for Johnny to call. When the call came, it was all bad news, Johnny had decided to go off camping with some mates, so wouldn't be coming over tonight. The air blistered with my response as it was now too late to make any alternative arrangements, and when I hung up the phone I flounced into the lounge room and flopped into the chair. Jeff looked over at me and grinned "Sounds like the boyfriend's let you down" he said "Yeah, again" I replied vehemently "Oh, does he often fail to turn up?" he asked "Nah, just fails, period!" I snapped. His grin widened, "That's not the way it looked the other night" he said, and my head jerked up, here it was, right out in the open at last. "Do you always go round perving on people?" I snapped He shrugged, "It wasn't intentional, I guess you just didn't hear me drive up" he said. "You could have walked away as soon as you realized what was happening" I almost snarled, not quite sure why I was getting so worked up. He shrugged, "I guess I could have, but it's a long time since I've seen a body as beautiful as yours, and I don't mind admitting it turned me on - then he grinned widely - and what you were doing was quite a turn on too! Just stood there wishing it was me" He said. I gulped, feeling the heat rushing to my face, enjoying the compliments he was paying me, but feeling somehow that I should protest them. "I hope your boyfriend paid you back in full for all that beautiful attention you lavished on him" he said, a quirky grin on his face. "What do you mean?" I spluttered. He looked a little surprised, "I mean, I hope he gave your beautiful body the same attention and made you cum too" he said. I gasped and colored again, "Well he did his best, I guess" I stammered. His eyes widened, "You mean he didn't make you cum?" "Hah, he wouldn't even suck my pussy" I said a little angrily, "Anyway, no one has ever made me cum yet" He looked quite stunned, "A woman as beautiful as you, never cum? That's almost criminal" he said quite forcefully, "And as for not sucking your pussy, he must be crazy!" "Or selfish, like all men" I snapped "Not all men" he said. "Hah, all the men I know" I said. "Oh dear, that's a challenge I just can't turn away from" he said, "after all, I'm one of the men you know", and he raised up from the couch and walked over to the chair I was sitting on and dropped to his knees and placed his hands on my knees. "What are you doing?" I croaked "Why Tina" he said, with a grin, "I'm going to suck your hot, juicy pussy and keep on sucking it until you explode into multiple orgasms" "You can't, you're my stepfather" I gasped. But he didn't take any notice, he reached up beneath my short skirt, took hold of my panties and peeled them down and off, and although I was still spluttering and protesting, I noticed that my ass had automatically lifted to enable him to take them off, and that I'd actually slipped a little way down in the chair so that my pussy was in a perfect position when his mouth descended onto it. It only took a few moments for my sputtering and protesting to turn into moans of pure pleasure and delight as I experienced a man's tongue in my pussy for the first time. He was so gentle, yet so forceful, as his tongue alternated between dipping deeply into my pussy and gently stroking against my clit, oh god, it felt so good, nothing had ever felt this good, and I just relaxed and let it all happen, mmm this was something I wanted for so long and none of my boyfriends had been prepared to do it, but Jeff was, and he was taking me into realms of pleasure I'd only fantasized about. The fact that he was my stepfather just seemed to add an extra zing to the whole thing, as my mind churned, and my pussy churned and his tongue churned. My hands were on his head now, urging him on and I knew I was crying out loudly, just as loudly as mom used to cry out when I was trying to get to sleep, and sleep was the furthest thing from my mind now, god, this was just so good! My body felt like it was on fire, being stoked by his insistent tongue, and I was bucking and heaving against his face. Then my body seemed to freeze before exploding wildly into a monumental orgasm that had me screaming so loud I was afraid the neighbors might rush in, and I was cumming, boy was I cumming! Copious amounts of juice were cascading through my pussy and washing into Jeff's face, and he was lapping them up as rapidly as he could, and the more he lapped, the wilder my gyrations became, oh wow, was this really it, oh god, it had to be, I was being swept with so much pleasure that it was almost painful. It seemed to go on and on, but eventually his tongue left my pussy and I slumped exhausted into the seat, looking at him through half closed eyes, and noticing the juices smeared all over his mouth and cheeks, my juices, mmmm, a shudder of delight ran through me. "Well? All men?" he asked with a grin "Maybe not you" I said with a laugh. "And you can have as much of that as you want" he said, "That and much, much more" A shudder ran through me and my mouth was suddenly dry, "You mean?" "Only if you want to" he said, "I won't lie to you, I've been thinking of you a lot, especially after the other night, seeing you naked and all, and I want you, I want to have sex with you" I sat up straight, "But what about mom?" I asked quietly. He shrugged, "I guess you already know that things are a bit difficult between us, the early magic seems to have gone and she's looking elsewhere for her pleasure" he said. I nodded and sighed, "Yeah, it was like that with dad" I said, then looked him straight in the eye, "and you want your pleasure elsewhere too, with me!" He flushed slightly and his eyes dropped away and there was a brief silence. "Is it because I'm only 18, or because I'm your stepdaughter?" I asked. He took a deep breath and lifted his eyes to mine, "Both, and more" he said, "I wasn't lying when I said you had the most beautiful body I've ever seen, such gorgeous succulent breasts, so high and firm, I want to see them, I want to touch them and I want to suck them. Such a tight, sexy ass, I want to see it, touch it and suck on it too. And as for your pussy, well you already know what I think of that, and what I want to do with that. On any woman that would be enough to arouse and excite, but there is that extra element, your age and the fact that you're my stepdaughter, I'd be a fool to deny it. I'm on fire for you, on fire to fuck you" I gasped at his sudden declaration that he wanted to fuck me, but it sent the heat running through me all over again, and I slipped my tongue out and ran it over my dry lips, then tried a feeble grin, "I couldn't see you properly the other night, but I know you were jerking off, and I wanted to see more clearly, to see your hard cock - I swallowed - and I still want to see it" His face broke into a huge grin and he lurched quickly to his feet and stripped off his trousers and pants, and stood before me gloriously naked and gloriously erect, and I sat up straight and reached out for his rampant cock and took it in my hands, Mmmm it was a good eight and a half inches long and quite thick, certainly the biggest I'd experienced so far, and I drooled at the thought of it sliding into my juicy pussy. I slid one hand slowly up and down the length of his magnificent cock and cupped the other to his heavy balls, then leaned even further forward and brushed my lips across his cock head, allowing my tongue to slide forward to probe the little slit that was already oozing liquid, mmmm tasted nice! He groaned slightly and I felt his legs dip as a shiver ran through him, then he was pulling back, pulling away from my hands and my lips and I glanced up in surprise. His face was flushed and there was almost a wild look in his eyes, "I want you naked" he said, hotly, "I want you totally naked" Well, I wasn't going to argue, I was on fire too, so I lurched to my feet and in feverish haste stripped off my clothes to stand naked before him. "Oh god" he groaned, "So beautiful, so incredibly beautiful and sexy" and he reached for me, drawing me forward into his arms, and he kissed me, deeply, hotly, passionately. His hard cock pressing against my belly and my hard nipples digging in to his naked chest. Wow, I'd sure never been kissed like this before, so, so hot. Then he stepped back again and slipping one hand behind my back and one behind my knees, lifted me and carried me out of the lounge and into my bedroom, where he lay me gently on my bed and immediately began to touch, stroke, lick and kiss my whole body. His hands and his tongue made my breasts come to life like never before, and the rest of my body followed suit. I was totally amazed at the incredible sensations of sexual pleasure I got from having my toes sucked, and my inner thighs, oh god, that was incredible. When I tried to reach out for him he whispered, "Not yet, baby, this one's just for you" Then I felt his cock head teasing the lips of my pussy, rubbing up and down the outside of them and I nearly went berserk, lifting my body, trying to lift myself onto his cock, but he wouldn't let me, kept his cock head teasingly rubbing my pussy lips, oh god, what a sensation! Then he was pressing forward and I cried out at the wonderful feeling his big cock gave me as it slid to the hilt into my pussy. Even then there wasn't the frantic, almost out of control thrusting that had been my experience so far, he moved slowly, ever so slowly, building me up and then building me up even further, and my body was twitching and shaking and shuddering, a lava of hot liquid coursing through me, and I was crying out, "Oh yes, Jeff, so good, so good, oh, fuck me Jeff, fuck me hard, I want it so much, I want you so much!" But he wouldn't be rushed, he was playing my body like a violin, and my body was responding with the sweetest music imaginable, and I was soaring, soaring upwards, ever upwards until a sudden explosion ripped through me of such intensity that I arched and screamed like crazy. Then the shudders started, wracking my body over and over again as his cock plunged faster and faster and harder and harder, god, he was really fucking me now, and I knew why mom always screamed so loud, the feelings were just so intense, the pleasure so incredible, I was right off the planet! And then with a guttural cry he exploded too, and I felt his hot cum juice shoot up my steaming pussy like an express train, blasting to the very depths of my being and beyond, and I was cumming again, wailing and screaming, "Oh yes, oh god yes, cuuumming, cuumming, cuuuuuummmmmming, Jeff, oh Jeff, YEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS" I think I might just have passed out for a while with the intensity of that final explosion, because the next thing I remember was Jeff's worried face hovering over me asking if I was alright, "Mmmmm yes, never better" I said with a distinct slur in my voice, "I will never ever doubt you again, that was just too much, is it always like that?" He grinned and sat back a little, "Well, every time's different, but I haven't had any complaints yet, I guess only time - and a lot more love making - will tell!" he said. I grinned back at him, "That sounds like you want more" I said, then I glanced down at his lap and saw he was rock hard again, and laughed, "And that LOOKS like you want more" He laughed with me, "Can't deny that, but it still takes two to tango" I reached out and stroked his rampant cock, "Mmmmm, will you teach me to dance, Jeff, teach me to dance the tango on this gorgeous cock of yours? It's only fair to warn you, I'm a terribly slow learner" He moved quickly into position and slid his big cock into my still wet pussy and grinned, "I don't care if it takes years and years" he said. AND IT HAS! He's no longer my step dad now, mom and he got divorced less than 12 months later, but he's still my tango teacher, and whenever I can, I get over to his place and climb onto his gorgeous cock and start dancing all over again! Mmmmmmmmmmmm Tina Chapter 1 Sam Charles walked into the office and headed down the hallway. Walking into Katie's office, he grabbed his overnight faxes from his bin and said, "Morning!" Katie looked up from her desk and smiled. "Good morning to you." She stood and leaned forward over her desk, passing him a note. "Derrick wants you in his office as soon as you came in." Sam took the note and scanned it. "Wonder what I've done now?" Katie laughed and said, "I'm sure it wasn't good." Sam left the office and continued on to his own. Dropping his briefcase on his desk, he shrugged off his jacket and took off his hat, then went back out. Going upstairs, he went down the hall to the executive offices. Derrick Busby's door was open, and he saw that Derrick's brothers, Jack and Billy, were also present. The three were talking about Derrick's newborn son. Sam entered and flopped down on the couch next to Billy. "What's up?" he asked. "Little Derrick has got some sort of bug," commented Billy. "He's not feeling too hot." "That's too bad." Little Derrick was Sam's newest nephew, Sam being brother to the three other men. He had married their oldest sister years ago, long before he had joined the firm. "He getting enough to eat?" he asked innocently. The room exploded in laughter. Lonnie, Derrick's wife, was a small girl, small everywhere except in her bust size, which was astonishingly huge. When not pregnant she was easily a DD cup; when pregnant and nursing, she grew at least a couple of cup sizes larger. Sam had never seen a woman with bigger tits, even in the porn movies he had seen, and had never been able to understand how she never toppled forward onto her face. What she did to a swimsuit or a tight sweater had to be seen to be believed. While Billy and Jack struggled for their breaths, Derrick grinned. "He's very well fed, thank you very much." "Glad to hear it." "Christ, you'll never be able to wean the little guy," said Jack. "He'll be the fattest baby in the world!" It took a couple of minutes more for the room to settle down. Sam contemplated the other two wives. Noreen, Jack's wife looked like a centerfold from the neck down, and a horse from the neck up; he could never decide what he would do if he woke up next to her one morning with her on his arm, chew his arm off or close his eyes and screw her. Billy's wife, Kathy, was Noreen's cousin and was the real beauty of the family. She had modeled in her teens, and childbirth had simply added some pounds in all the right places. What she ever saw in Billy was a mystery to Sam. The man was very rough and crude, while she was quite refined, but they got along famously. Once, at a party, Kathy was wearing a long denim skirt with snaps up the front, and had commented that the room was warm. Billy, reclining at her feet, had reached up and ripped the snaps open almost to her waist. Everybody had laughed, but Sam had been surprised by the explicit way Billy displayed his wife, and by the fact that she didn't seem to mind or cover herself up afterwards. "Any reason you can't go down to the Oneonta office this morning?" asked Jack. Sam eyed the others curiously. "Not particularly. Why?" Derrick answered the question. "We want you to audit them." "Paperwork or payroll? Both?" Derrick nodded, and Sam continued, "I'm a few weeks early on the paperwork audit, but at least a month behind on payroll. I doubt if Clark will even notice. What's going on?" Jack said, "We're letting Clark go. I'll meet you down there and tell him it's not going to work out. I want you to see how bad the mess is." Billy interjected, "You've wanted him gone all along anyway." Sam made a wry smile and nodded. Since first meeting the new manager he had thought him to be a walking nightmare. A few months into Clark's reign, he had gone to Derrick and told him what he had witnessed so far, but his comments had been neither requested nor desired. Sam shut up and let the numbers do the talking for him. The last quarterly audit had been an unmitigated disaster, the lowest ranking in company history. Now it looked like the others had woken up. "So who's taking over down there?" Sam already knew the answer to this one as well. Derrick pointed at him and said, "You are. How much time can you put in down there? Jack will backstop you, and Dickie, too, if needed." Sam rubbed his face. He had been expecting something along these lines. He had started with the company in sales, working his way up to Sales Manager in the flagship Saratoga office before being fired and reassigned. The recession hadn't been his fault, but Big George, his father hadn't cared. It had taken his sons buying him out to resurrect his reputation. "I can't see where I can put in more than three or four days a week. How long is this going to last?" Jack said, "Six months, maybe more, maybe less. Through the winter, at least. I'll fill in the other couple of days. We'll have to see about hiring another Sales Manager. In the meantime, you need to clean house and start over again from scratch. The only people left are Margie and a new secretary." Sam thought it over. Margie Jackson was one of the top salespeople for Busby Housing. It would be a start, at least. He glanced at his watch and stood up. "Give me ten minutes and I'll be on the road. I'll be down there no later than 11:00. Give me an hour to finish the audit before you show up." Jack nodded and the meeting broke up. Sam stopped as he left the room and turned back. "You know, I was talking to Lee on Sunday, and I mentioned just this very possibility." Nobody said a word. Lee had been Sam's wife of 17 years, Big George's daughter, and the other's sister. She had died four years ago, and Sam visited her grave every Sunday, to sit and talk. *** "Hello and welcome to Busby Housing. Can I help you?" asked the secretary when the tall, slim, and older man entered the sales office. He was carrying a briefcase, so he wasn't a customer, and Tina Lawson figured him to be some sort of salesman. She had only been working for the company for a few weeks now, it being her first job since graduating from Delhi Tech's secretarial program. "Hello. My name is Torquemada and I'm the Grand Inquisitor," said Sam, smiling. Tina gave him a funny look, so Sam wrote off the attempt at humor. "Who's working today?" "Mister Hobson is on the phone and Margie is out with customers. Can I help you?" Sam ignored her and moved into an empty office, setting down his briefcase and tossing his coat and hat aside. Reaching into his briefcase, he pulled out a list of names and handed them to the mystified secretary. "My name's Sam Charles, and I'm down from Albany to do an audit. I'll need these files, please. What's your name?" "Tina. I'm Tina Lawson, Mister Charles. Do you want these all at once?" "Just call me Sam, Tina. Mister Charles lives in Atlanta with my mother, Mrs. Charles." Sam gave her a disarming smile, then sat and began setting up his audit. After a few minutes, Clarke Hobson got off the phone and came in and greeted him. As Sam had predicted, the man was so clueless he didn't even realize that an audit wasn't scheduled. Clarke left him and Sam found himself helping Tina find the files. Things were incredibly disorganized and Tina, though bright, had never been properly trained. 'Another thing to take care of.', thought Sam. Sam was busy for almost a full hour auditing the files and payroll of the small office, with Tina scurrying around looking for files for him. The results were even more depressing than before, being significantly lower than on the previous audit, which Sam told Jack as soon as he arrived. Jack simply nodded in despair and went into Clarke's office, shutting the door behind him. Tina glanced at Sam several times from her receptionist's desk, but Sam gave her nothing more than a poker face. Fifteen minutes later, Clarke stormed from the office, and Sam stood and went into the now vacated Manager's office. Jack gave him a brief rundown, then led the way back into the lobby. Margie and Tina were talking in a low whisper and looked up as the two men came in. "Clarke is no longer with us. Sam is going to be the new Sales Manager, at least until the Spring. Margie, you've known Sam for a while now, but I don't think Tina's had the pleasure yet. Sam, this is Tina Lawson. Tina, Sam Charles." Both women shook Sam's hand in congratulations. Tina said, "We met this morning, during the audit." "Well, you've seen his good side then. He's usually much nastier," joked Jack. At Tina's worried look, Margie laughed and patted her arm. "Don't listen to him, Sam's a real sweetheart," a comment that brought forth considerable laughter from both Sam and Jack. At Jack's command, Tina ordered several pizzas and soft drinks, then he and Sam listened while Margie explained what had been going on during Clarke's tenure. Tina had been aware of some of it, and told what she had seen, some of which had seemed rather strange and not entirely legal. Sam and Jack gave each other several looks implying 'Thank God we got him out of here before he could do some REAL damage!' Finally, Jack and Sam worked out a schedule for covering the office, and Jack left. Sam stayed behind, moving his belongings into the Sales Manager's office and finding out more about the Oneonta situation. At 4:00, Tina clocked out, and Sam sat down in Margie's office. "So, what's the new girl like?" he asked. "Tina? She's OK. Clarke hired her about three weeks ago after he fired that barmaid he had originally hired." Margie filled him in on the personnel that Clarke had hired, a drinking buddy and a barmaid. Sam had met them both and agreed with Margie's descriptions. "She just graduated from Delhi Tech. I think you got to her before any of Clarke's bad habits rubbed off on her," she said with a smile. "Damn long drink of water. Good looking, too," Sam commented. "Sam! Looking at young girls, shame on you!", laughed Margie. "Margie, I always look at women. When I stop, you can close the coffin lid, 'cause I'll be dead! She is young, isn't she?" "Why, Sam Charles, you really were noticing her!" Sam protested. "Jesus, Margie, I'm old enough to be her father! All I'm saying is she's very attractive." Although considerably taller than he normally preferred, Tina was quite attractive. Long light brown hair, dark brown eyes, and an oval face simply highlighted a slim build, large bust, and impossibly long legs. Margie smiled and nodded. "Yes, she is that. Tall, too, she makes me feel like a midget." It was Sam's turn to laugh. "Margie, you are a midget, at least compared to her. You're what, 5-3, 5-4?" Margie nodded agreement., and Sam continued, "She's got a half foot on you, at least. And, good Christ, but she's young. She makes me feel like an old fart." Margie got the last word in. "You are an old fart, Sam." Chapter 2 Tina's apartment was a converted garage loft out back of a large house on Franklin Mountain. It had begun life as a small barn but then the farm had been sold and the new owners converted it to an apartment upstairs and a garage downstairs. It was only ten minutes from her new job, and an hour away from her family, which was perfectly fine with Tina. She loved her family dearly, but she wanted to be on her own. Tina walked in to her apartment to find a visitor already there. She smiled as she saw her landlady drinking a beer out of the bottle in an armchair. "Hi, Heather. What's up?" she asked. She continued on into her bedroom to change out of her work clothes. Heather Babcock was shorter than Tina, and heavier, but not unattractively so. She was simply a bit more rounded, 'cushiony' she described herself, with wide-set hips, an ample ass and heavy tits, and a gentle and pleasant curve to her belly. She was a blue-eyed redhead. Heather was also about ten years older than Tina, and married. Heather stood and followed Tina to the bedroom, upending her bottle of beer as she went, finishing it off and setting it on a small table in Tina's bedroom. "Nothing much. Bobby called and he's running late, so I figured I'd come over and visit." Heather was barefoot and dressed in shorts and a T-shirt. Tina nodded, kicking off her shoes. She unzipped her pants, uncaring as her landlady watched her shimmy out of them. She adjusted her panties, then lifted her feet one at a time to pull off her socks. Heather came up behind her and reached up to undo the back zipper on Tina's knit top. Tina thanked her, then grabbed the hem and peeled it off. She saw Heather smiling at her in the mirror, and was unsurprised when she reached out and unsnapped her bra. "Visit, huh?" Heather's hands snaked around Tina's sides as the overly stuffed lace fell away, to cup the two large globes. "That what you call this?" Heather jiggled the two big tits gently, then flicked her fingertips over Tina's nipples. Tina sighed contentedly, and Heather said, "Bobby's been on the road two days now, and I'm so horny I'm ready to fuck the dog!" She continued to fondle Tina's breasts and she could see, in the reflection, the younger woman's nipples hardening with desire. She came around to Tina's left side while she continued to rub her left breast with her left hand. Her right hand she slid down the back of Tina's bikini panties and caressed the tall brunette's ass. "Play with your pussy!", she whispered hotly. "Show me!" Tina moaned and closed her eyes. Her hands slipped to her hips and she tugged her panties down to mid-thigh, then moved to her heart-shaped bush and began probing her hot and wet cunt. She whimpered as Heather began running her right fingers along the crack of her ass, and her eyes opened as she felt Heather lift her left breast and begin to lick the nipple. "Oh, God, that feels good!", she said. "I need to come, too." Her fingers went into overdrive, pinching and rubbing her clitoris as Heather chewed her tits roughly. Finally, almost five minutes later, she began shivering as her orgasm overwhelmed her, and she stared at herself in the mirror as her come washed over her in waves. She collapsed against the dresser and Heather relaxed her hold on the girl. "I think you liked that," quipped Heather, massaging Tina's ass. "I think I loved that!", Tina replied. "Come on, that was just a warm-up." She took Heather by the hand and pulled her over to her king-size bed, then lay back on the covers and watched Heather strip. Heather had not been wearing underwear. The older woman crawled into Tina's outstretched arms and brought her face up to kiss Tina. Tina rolled towards Heather so that the pair lay on their sides facing each other. Moving closer, Tina slipped a long leg between Heather's and pressed her thigh into Heather's bare-shaved cunt. Heather responded in kind, and as the pair began to hungrily explore each other's mouths with their tongues, their bodies responded. Heather continued groping Tina's big tits, while Tina slipped a hand in between, to finger Heather's cunt. This time it was Heather's turn to be overwhelmed. Although Tina came once, after that she rolled Heather onto her back and attacked her tits with her mouth, while three fingers snaked inside Heather's pussy to search for the woman's G-spot. When they found it, Heather began shaking in an orgasm that Tina refused to relent in. Afterwards, as they cuddled in each other's arms, Heather asked, "So how was work today?" Tina stretched and threw an arm behind her head. "Okay, I guess. A couple of guys came down from headquarters in Albany and fired my boss." "No shit!" "Yeah, no shit. One of the guys is the new manager, and he kept me on, and Margie seems to like him, or at least she knows him, anyway. I don't know what's going to happen, tell you the truth." "So what's he like?" prodded Heather, rolling onto her belly and resting her head on Tina's stomach. "He any good looking?" "Jesus, Heather, is that all you ever think of?" "It is until Bobby comes home and gives me what I really need. Nothing personal, Tina, but I prefer guys to girls." Tina giggled. "You prefer both to neither, you horny slut!" "True, true. So, tell me, what's the new guy like? He cute?" Tina shrugged. "I'm not sure I would call him cute. Good-looking, distinguished, handsome, but not cute." "Distinguished means old, Tina," protested her friend. "Well, maybe. I guess he's forty-something, but he doesn't look old. I mean, he looks like a successful businessman, only slimmer, not fat." She chuckled some. "He is losing his hair, though, and Margie teased him about it. He didn't seem to mind." She gave it a bit of thought, and a refreshingly new idea came to the girl. "I don't know, but I thinks he's kind of sexy." Heather's eyes opened wide and she sat up in bed, her full breasts swaying at the movement. "Really? You think he's sexy? Since when did you start noticing guys?" Tina smiled and reached out to caress Heather's nipples. "Jealous?" Heather grinned. "Curious." "Maybe I'm not a full-blown lezzy after all. Maybe I just haven't met the right guy yet," Tina replied. Tina began to explore her friend's body again. Heather twisted on the bed and the pair began to sixty-nine, Heather sitting on Tina's face as she licked out Tina's drenched slit. They were both moments away from coming when an air horn blasted in the driveway. "Honey, I'm home!", roared a deep voice. Tina made a final assault on Heather's cunt, and the pair went over the top, coming fiercely. Sated, Heather scrambled off the bed and grabbed her clothes, then headed for the door. "Aren't you going to get dressed?" asked Tina incredulously. "Why bother?" said Heather. "I'm just going to get undressed anyway, in about two seconds flat, and he knows we fuck around. Hell, he wants to join us!" "No thanks!" Tina wasn't interested in Bobby Babcock, and had told Heather just that. "No big deal. Hey, you want to see what sex with a guy is like, keep an eye on our house. You'll find out in about two minutes!" Curious, Tina got off the bed and went into the living room and looked around the curtains to the front lawn. Looking out surreptitiously, she saw her friend's husband come back out of his house and look around curiously for his wife. Then, as he noticed Heather trotting naked out of the garage apartment, he grinned from ear to ear and walked over to the side lawn, out of sight of the road. Heather came up behind him and tossed her clothing to the ground. He wrapped his naked wife in a hug, kissing her fiercely, then stepped back and undid his jeans. He pushed them down his legs, then put his hands on Heather's shoulders and pushed her to her knees. As Tina slyly watched her friend begin to suck Bobby's cock, she reflected on just what it was that set her off against Bobby Babcock. Physically the long-haul trucker simply didn't appeal to her. He was a tall and skinny man, his arms were extensively tattooed, and he wore his long dark hair in a ponytail. Worse, he had a thin face, small beady eyes, and a small nose that made him look like a ferret. Screwing a weasel was not on Tina's list of things to do. Still, she knew her friend loved him dearly, and despite his rough manner, he seemed to love her as well. She suspected that Heather had told Bobby that Tina might be watching, because his eyes would occasionally stray to her apartment windows. However, Heather kept his mind elsewhere, and Bobby ran his rough hands through her thick red hair and closed his eyes as he began to facefuck his wife. Tina could just make out Heather's throat contracting as she began to swallow Bobby's come, as his hips began twitching. She could hear his groans of pleasure even in her apartment. Heather continued licking and sucking Bobby's cock even after he came, and he stiffened rapidly. Forgetting about his unseen audience, once she had him properly prepared, she knelt on the lawn and spread her legs wide. Bobby sank to the ground and grabbed his cock, stuffing it into her cunt and shoving into her doggy-style. Then he grabbed her hips and began wildly plunging into her pussy, and it was Heather's cries which carried across the lawn and up to Tina's ears. Tina was so excited that she slipped her fingers to her own pussy, masturbating as she watched her landlord and landlady fucking on the lawn. Tina When Heather and Bobby finished, they stood and went inside. Tina showered and dressed, and then prepared her dinner, looking out only when she heard her name called from the driveway. She was surprised to find that Bobby and Heather had also cleaned up and were dressed for a night on the town. To be fair about it, Bobby cleaned up okay, and Heather simply looked delicious. She had poured herself into a backless and strapless white bustier minidress and white high heels, and Tina knew that Heather wouldn't be wearing either stockings or panties. "Tina!", called Heather, waiting at the side of her car for her tenant to appear. Tina came out onto the small porch and yelled, "What?" "We're going out to dinner. Want to come?" She waggled her eyelids in a fashion that left Tina no chance of misunderstanding what else was going to happen. Tina grinned and shook her head negatively. "No? Then keep an eye on the place. See you later." She got in and the pair took off for town. Tina expected the two of them to fuck every chance they had tonight. Chapter 3 Sam walked in to the house early that night. The days he was working in Oneonta involved an hour-and-a-half drive to and from work, and his days at headquarters involved almost as much traveling to the other satellite offices. He walked into his home shortly after five, both pleased he could do so and curious about what it was like getting home so early. He grimaced as he looked around the kitchen and began putting away the dishes. Lizzie had been the baby of the family and Lee had spoiled her rotten, though not without her father's approval. Sam had been wrapped around her little finger since she was in diapers. She never did the chores if she could help it, and would pout and complain whenever Sam worked up the nerve to bitch about the condition of the house. "God help the poor bastard who marries that one!", muttered Sam as he began sorting through the mail. "Lizzie! You home?" he yelled. Lizzie Charles bounced into the kitchen still dressed in her cheerleader's uniform. By any standards, the sixteen year old high school junior was beautiful; short and slim, though with an intriguing bust, she wore her brown hair to her shoulders and had brown eyes set in a round face with prominent cheekbones. She was a good but not great student, thought Sam, so he wouldn't have to send her to an expensive engineering college like Sammy attended. Plattsburgh State, Party School USA, would do just fine for her, he thought disgustedly, especially disgusted because he knew his daughter would be perfectly happy goofing off for four years. Lizzie skipped into the kitchen and looked surprised. "Hi, Daddy, what's up? You're home early!" She came forward and Sam bent down, kissing his youngest on the forehead. "Hi yourself. Are you sure that skirt can't get any shorter?" he asked, eyeing her uniform of short pleated skirt and tight sweater. She waved his protest off. "Oh, Daddy, don't be so stuffy. That's the entire idea!" She twirled around once and dropped to the floor in a split, throwing her arms up. Sam smiled and helped her to her feet. "Besides, the guys on the team like it," she announced, blissfully unaware that this was the worst possible thing to say to a father. Sam harrumphed and snorted. "Yeah, then let them wear it. Go change!", he ordered. Lizzie laughed. She headed for her room, saying, "You're just a fuddy-duddy, Daddy. I just got home, too. I haven't had a chance yet." She headed into the hall, then stopped and looked back over her shoulder. "Daddy, rah, rah, rah!" She flipped the back of her skirt up to reveal the matching panties to the costume, then laughed as she headed to her room to change. Sam smiled and shook his head. He had never been able to control his youngest and doubted he ever would. Neither he nor Lee had ever been able to figure out where she got her wild streak, but she had one for sure! She managed to go through life able to do or say anything, happily aware that, somehow, her looks, her brains, or her parents would manage to bail her out one way or another. After Lee had died, he had gone to his daughter's doctor and convinced the woman to put her on the Pill for "medical reasons", ostensibly to help control her period. Lee would never have gone along with the idea, believing her daughter would never do "those sorts of things", conveniently forgetting that when she had been that age, boys had wanted to do them to her! Sam wasn't either that stupid or that hypocritical, and he remembered being a young man himself. He really doubted that Lizzie would maintain her virginity as long as her mother, even though he didn't really want to know. Lizzie came back into the kitchen, now wearing a worn and torn pair of blue jeans and a midriff baring tank top. Underneath the tank top, Sam could see the straps to a lacy black bra, and was again mystified by what a teenage girl was doing wearing racy lingerie. Lizzie had given him exasperated answers before, and he knew he would never understand. "What's for dinner, Daddy?" Sam shrugged. "What do you want, honey?" "Let's have pizza." Sam stared at the girl. "Lizzie, I eat out nine times out of ten. The one night I get home in time to fix a real meal and you want pizza?" "Pizza, Daddy!", she said firmly, handing him the phone. Sam threw his hands in the air and made the call. Paisely Road was barely in the range of one of the shops in Ballston Spa, and it would be delivered in 30 minutes. He hung up the phone and followed his youngest into the living room, then kicked her out of his La-Z-Boy. He saw several photo albums laying on the coffee table and picked them up. They were from the old days, the wedding album and photos from the honeymoon cruise, before the kids and the bills and every other damned thing that went with marriage. "What's with the photos, Lizzie?" he asked. She looked over at him from the couch and grinned. "Teresa and Olivia were by earlier, and I commented on how you used to have hair, and they didn't believe me, so I got out some old photos to prove it!" Sam gaped and roared, "You little bitch! I ought to spank you for that! And for this damn wig brochure, too, you little bitch!" He tossed a junk mail flyer across the room at his hysterical daughter; he was absolutely convinced it had been Lizzie who had put his name on a baldness mailing list, and now he received toupee and Rogaine mail from around the world. She stood and picked up the flyer, studying it. "Daddy, that's so kinky! I never knew you liked to spank young girls!" Sam laughed. "That does it, midget, you're going to get it now!" The busty little teen grinned and ignored the threat, walking past him to throw away the brochure. Her path took her within armreach of her father, who grabbed her and pulled her, squealing, onto his lap. Once there Lizzie found herself being tickled until she was screaming. Sam relented only when the doorbell rang and the pizza was delivered. A red-faced and grinning Lizzie scrambled away, calling him a "Dirty old man!" After dinner, Lizzie retreated to her room to do her homework, and Sam found himself watching the news. Afterwards, he turned off the television, but it was too early to go to bed, so he picked up the photo albums and set them on his lap. Reaching into his humidor, he pulled out a cigar, clipped and lit it, and settled back. Lee had always been on his ass to quit smoking, even when they were still dating in college, and he had always told her he would dance on her grave. When he met and got to know her family, he continued the refrain. Even though he averaged ten years older than her brothers, cancer, heart disease, arthritis, diabetes, and a myriad of other illnesses ran in their family, and he figured he would outlast the lot of them. It had stopped being a joke four years ago when, while driving their oldest daughter, Jenny, home from school, Lee had suffered a massive coronary at the age of 40. Worst of all, when she collapsed and went off the road, Jenny went with her, and died as the car slammed into an abutment. The autopsy had shown that the damage to Lee's heart had been so severe that even if she had suffered the attack in a hospital operating room, with a team of cardiac specialists in attendance, she still would have died. Nobody in the family joked about dying anymore. Lizzie had gotten out both the wedding album and the honeymoon album, photos taken on the cruise that Big George and Momma had given them as a wedding present. Sam began flicking through the wedding album, his mind going back to a much younger time. Lee had been so young and beautiful, she looked like a little girl. He laughed at the photo of his best man trying to look down Lee's low cut bodice, and the photo of himself removing her garter made him chuckle, since both ushers were standing nearby with cameras of their own. 'Jesus', Sam thought, 'If Big George had known what his daughter and I had been doing, he'd have killed us, not married us off!' Except for the night before the wedding, he and Lee had fucked themselves silly every night of the week before the wedding. Then, after the wedding, while one of her brothers drove them in his pimpmobile of a car to the reception, Lee had crawled onto his lap. Pat had thought they were simply necking; he couldn't see his new brother slide his hand under his new wife's dress and beneath her panties and pantyhose. Lee's screams of pleasure never made it past the lips she was kissing. After the reception, the newlyweds had retired to an empty barroom and changed into traveling clothes for the drive to New York, and Lee had stripped topless, then knelt to return the favor her husband had provided early. Sam's first married orgasm was into his wife's mouth in a bar in Albany. They had dressed and driven halfway to the city down Route 9, looking for a place to spend the night, and during the entire drive, Sam had his hand under his wife's skirt, tormenting her terribly. She had stripped off all her underwear and pantyhose and had slumped down on the car seat, her hands rubbing her stiff nipples while she screamed in delight as he mauled her cunt. They finally found a small no-name motel that became forever etched in their minds as the 'Mildew Motel', and spent their wedding night fucking nonstop. As Sam began leafing through the album from the honeymoon cruise, he smiled at the realization that their behavior on the cruise hadn't been any better. The morning after their wedding, Sam had taken all of his wife's bras, panties, and pantyhose away from her and had locked them in his trunk, to Lee's shocked delight. The photo of the two of them meeting the Captain, Sam in his rented tux and Lee in a powder blue strapless gown reminded him of just why she was smiling in the photo. After dressing in the postage stamp size bathroom, Lee had come back into the closet sized cabin and asked her husband to zip up her gown. Sam had pushed the gown lower, then lifted the hem to her waist, pushing Lee into a kneeling position on the bed. He had fucked her rapidly, then came endlessly in her pussy. Afterwards, he had helped her zip up, and Lee had attended the cocktail reception with her husband's jism running down her thighs. Sam closed the album and finished his cigar gazing at the photo on the last page of the wedding album, the one of Lee with her veil up and holding her bouquet. It was the same photo as the one on the nightstand, and was probably the best picture ever taken of her. She seemed so young and alive, and beautiful. She had been a small girl, big-boned like the rest of her family, slim and with a small bust, a cute round face with a pixie nose, and her hair was a mass of dark brown curls falling to the middle of her back. Like the rest of the Busby women, Lee only retained her figure for a few more years. Sam knocked her up on the honeymoon, and Lee slowly got her figure back after Jenny's birth. Sammy had been a larger baby, and Lee had struggled to get back to a weight somewhat close to her original weight after his birth. Lizzie, larger yet, had broken the camel's back. Lee had ballooned, and for the rest of her life was as heavy as her much larger husband. Still, Sam had loved his ditzy airhead of a wife dearly, and she had always revved his engine, even at her chubbiest. He never cheated on her, and had seldom even been tempted to do so. Sam lit another cigar and set the albums aside. When he was finished, he cleaned up and went to his room. After brushing his teeth, he gave in to his needs and pushed his briefs to the floor, then jerked off to the memory of his dead wife, bent over and taking it from behind. Afterwards, with a guilty conscience, he cleaned up the bathroom and went to bed. Chapter 4 Dickie Busby surprised Tina when she first met him. She had seen his photo on the corporate website, along with most of the rest of the managers and owners, but in person he was vastly different. His photo showed a stocky and heavyset, well dressed young man; in person Dickie was a roly-poly teddy bear in his mid-twenties, with a short beard that failed to hide his multiple chins. It was the first Saturday that neither Sam nor Jack had been able to cover the Oneonta office, and he had come down from Saratoga to fill in. He greeted Tina and Margie warmly, then settled in to the manager's office comfortably. After lunch, while a new salesman showed homes and Margie did paperwork in her office, Dickie sat down in the lobby across from Tina and asked, "So, how do you like working for Sam?" "He's great. He really seems to know everything about the company. Have you known him long?" she asked. Dickie looked surprised. "Yeah, I've known Sam almost my entire life." "What does he do in Albany? All I know is that he's a bigwig at headquarters and that he does computer stuff up there. I guess he's pretty important?" she said innocently. Dickie gave her a curious look. "You could say that. He's one of the owners." It was Tina's turn to look surprised. "But I thought Busby Housing was a family company." "It is. Sam married my oldest sister." "Sam's married? He never said anything about his family." "Lee died four years ago." Dickie yelled down the hall to Margie's office, "Hey, Margie, didn't anyone tell Tina who Sam is?" Margie stuck her head out the door. "What, that he's an owner? I thought she knew that!", she said, then ducked back to her work. "Nobody told me. I thought you had to have the name Busby." "Nah, marrying one works just as well," laughed Dickie. "Sam doesn't play on the name at all. Big George and Momma treated him as the idiot son for years, despite everything he ever accomplished, and it always pissed him off." He went on to describe Sam's years at the firm. Tina listened intently. Her initial attraction to her boss had been growing for weeks now. Sam had an easy, self-deprecating sense of humor that deflected any form of praise or thanks, and he seemed to erect a barrier between himself and the rest of the world. That barrier seemed to be showing a few cracks, however, because she had sensed him watching her, seeing her not just as an employee, and Tina was intrigued by the idea. Sam Charles was probably the most intelligent person she had ever met, and was far better looking than he thought himself. He had the sharpest and driest wit she had ever seen, and an ability to keep the office in stitches for hours, along with an encyclopedic knowledge of the business and the company. He fascinated the young woman. "So, what's he really like?" she asked. "You've known him so much longer." "Who, Sam?" commented Dickie. "God, I've known him since I was a kid. He started dating Lee when I was a baby. Hell, I worked for him one summer in Saratoga." "So, what's he like? He doesn't say anything about himself." Dickie leaned back and thought for a moment. "Well, I've never been anywhere with Sam when he wasn't the smartest guy in the room. He's a genius, literally. He's got more degrees than the rest of us combined. That's his biggest problem, too. He knows it, and he simply won't tolerate fools, and, to Sam, most of the world falls in the category of 'fool.'. Have you seen his temper yet?" "Uh, not really. I did overhear him chewing out somebody over the phone once, and it sounded pretty bad," she admitted. "I guess. Just remember, he blows hot and cold. He ever cuts loose on you, simply roll up a newspaper and smack him on the nose and tell him to behave. He'll calm down right away, just like a puppy." Tina laughed at the image. "Seriously, though, he's very respected back in Albany. When Big George sold the company to us kids, he sold Sam's shares to Lee, not Sam, even though Lee didn't work for the company. None of the spouses would be allowed to inherit, and nobody could sell the stock to outsiders. If Lee died, Sam would be out on his ass. It was the rest of us who insisted on the provision that Sam was the only spouse allowed to inherit. Big George had to back down." Tina was impressed. "What's he like personally? He seems very aloof and withdrawn." Dickie nodded at the description. "He's very different than the rest of us. He's very quiet and reserved, very much an intellectual. He loved Lee, and loves his kids..." "He's got kids?" "Two, both about your age. A third, his oldest girl, died in the car crash with Lee. You have to be around him awhile before he lets down the barriers. He can be pretty hard to live with at times. You end up either loving the guy or hating his guts, and I don't think he gives much of a damn either way. I like him, myself, but I know more than a few people who would like to drop him off a cliff. Why?" asked Dickie. "Oh, just curious. He does seem very smart." "He is. Give him a chance. He'll loosen up once he gets to know you better." *** It was a Saturday several weeks later that Tina called Heather. Despite the fact that they only lived across a driveway from each other, it was pouring outside and neither felt like getting up and going out in the cold and wet. Heather asked Tina how the new boss was doing. "All right, I guess," was Tina's tentative answer. "That doesn't sound very positive," commented Heather. "Problems?" "No, I've just never met anybody quite like him before. God, he knows everything about the company and the business, and he's been around forever. He's, well, like the fourth or fifth most important guy in the whole company, yet he drives around in an old Taurus and never wears a suit. He wears frayed khakis and a Rolex. He's the most serious guy you could imagine, but he loves practical jokes, even when they backfire on him. He's cynical and idealistic at the same time. I can't figure him out at all," she said in an exasperated tone. "Sounds like you're interested in him. Are you?" asked Heather. "God, Heather, he's got kids my age. He's older than my father! Anyway, he's my boss. I'm just some kid secretary." "Those are excuses, not reasons," replied her friend. "You sound interested in him. Now be honest, are you.?" "Maybe," said Tina in a quiet voice. "He is so good looking, Heather, yet he laughs and says he frightens children and small dogs, but I think he's really very sexy. I don't know what to think." "Maybe you did need to wait for the right guy after all. So make a move on the guy!" "Heather, he's my boss!" "He's a man. By definition, they have two heads, and only enough blood to operate one at a time. How old did you say he was?" asked Heather. "Uh, 44 or 45, I think." "Trust me, he's not dead yet. I bet the plumbing works just fine." Tina blushed as her friend continued. "Ask him if he uses Viagra. Wear a low cut sweater and see if he stares. Wear a miniskirt and let him see the tops of your stockings. If he doesn't complain, you're in like flint." Tina "God, I couldn't!" Tina giggled. "Besides, I know that works already. If a guy calls to try and sell him something, he sends them packing, but if it's a woman, he always has time to see her." Tina heard something moving around at the other end of the line, then heard Heather mumble something. "Who's there?" she asked. "Oh, Bobby just came in." "Where are you and what are you wearing?" asked Tina mischievously. "I'm on my bed, and all I have on is my silk bathrobe. I just took a shower. Why, what do you have in mind?" "How about a little phone sex? Open your robe up some and spread your legs so that Bobby can see you." Heather smiled, loosening the sash on her robe and moving her legs apart, raising her knees slightly. Her husband came out of the bathroom and did a double take, then grinned. He began to undress, and Heather whispered into the phone. "I thought you didn't want sex with Bobby!" "I don't, I just want to listen to the two of you getting it on. Has he noticed yet?" Heather looked down to the end of the bed, where her husband stood naked. His long and thin cock was erect and Bobby was smiling as he stroked it. "Oh, yeah, he just got undressed and is jacking off at the end of the bed." Hearing his wife was describing what was going on excited Bobby. He climbed between his wife's legs and stuck his cock into her pussy. Heather squealed. "Oh, God, he just put it in my pussy! Oh, he's fucking me, he's fucking me!", she cried. Tina could hear the bedsprings begin to squeak and slid a hand inside her own shorts. She began to flick her fingers over her own clit in time with the squeaks coming from across the driveway. "This is so hot!", she told her squealing friend. "Can he see your tits? Play with your tits!" The silk robe rustled over the line, then Heather was panting. "He's holding himself up with his hands on my tits. I'm coming, I'm coming!" A few moments later Tina heard a slightly squishy sound. "Can you hear that? That's Bobby's cock fucking my pussy!" Tina's fingerfucking increased in speed, and she could feel her own orgasm approaching. She collapsed backwards onto the couch in eager anticipation. She came as well when she heard her friend cry out, "Oh, yeah, baby, come on my tits! Come on my tits!" Bobby climbed off the bed where he had been kneeling, spraying his spurting come onto Heather's heaving tits and nipples, and grinned. "Invite her over, I've got more where that came from!" Then he knelt at the end of the bed and buried his face in Heather's well fucked cunt. Heather gasped and shivered as his tongue and lips homed in on her sensitive clit. Across the way she could hear Tina wailing in her own pleasure. She thrashed around on the bed, keeping one hand on the phone and the other in her husband's hair. After another orgasm she relented, and Bobby stood back up, a slimy smile going from ear to ear. He stepped back between Heather's legs, lifting them up so that her feet were resting on his shoulders. Tina had slipped her shorts and panties to the floor and now had the phone cradled between her shoulder and her ear, as both hands groped between her legs. She was astonished when she heard her friend cry out, "Oh, God! He's putting it in my ass. Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass!" Tina came a second time, even as Bobby began grunting loud enough to hear even without the phone, and she came again just as Heather began screaming, "Yes, yes! Come in my ass, Bobby, come in my ass!" Exhausted, they hung up and everybody took a nap. Chapter 5 Sam watched as Tina walked from the office. It was a Friday afternoon, warm but beginning to get dark as the sun began setting earlier in late September. The rest of the office had cleared out right on the dot at five, but he had paperwork, and Tina had volunteered to work some overtime to help him. Now it was almost six, and he had let the girl go home. She had seemed almost sorry to go, and as she walked to her car, Sam watched her through his office window. She was a fine looking young woman, he thought to himself. Sam's job took him to all the sales offices, and he knew almost everybody working in the offices. Busby Housing had a number of very good looking women working for them. In the Oneonta office, Margie was a real beauty, young and trim, with a really great set of legs. Saratoga had Barbara, perhaps the best looking of the salesladies, small, blonde, and sexy, and a total dingbat. Even the Fort Plain office had Sondra, a fine looking older lady, now well into her fifties, who had probably the best set of legs Sam had seen in his entire life, except maybe for Rosa, in the Albany office. Still, his eyes kept coming back to his young secretary. He was secretly captivated by her slim and leggy build, and found himself staring whenever he could get away with it. Tina had caught him a few times, too, and had simply smiled when he blushed and looked away. To be fair, she never provoked his attention; she always wore slacks and blouses or sweaters. The fact was, however, that nothing but a flour sack would have hidden her shapely ass, her bountiful tits, or those long and luscious legs. Sam watched as Tina went down the walk to her car, then stop. She looked at his car briefly, walking around it, then came back up the walk to the office. Sam rose from his desk and greeted her at the door. "What's up?" he asked. "You've got a problem, Sam. Both right side tires on your car are flat," she explained. Sam groaned and went outside with Tina and examined his car. She was right, both front and rear passenger side tires were as flat as pancakes. "Oh, shit! I must have hit some nails on the construction site over in Davenport this afternoon." He glanced at his watch. He was screwed but good. He looked over at Tina and asked, "Listen, can you do me a favor and run me over to the Holiday Inn? It's too late to get the Goodyear place to come over and fix me up, and I only have the one spare. I can stay the night there, then get the tires fixed in the morning. All right?" It was Tina's heaven-sent opportunity! She had been dying to find a way to see her boss somewhere other than the office, and now those flat tires made it a possibility. The only problem was that the Holiday Inn was only a mile away. She'd never be able to talk to him. What if...? "Uh, Sam, uh..." "What, is there a problem? I'll just call a cab." "No, no!", she blurted out, afraid her plan would backfire. "Listen, why don't you stay the night at my place?" Sam's face began to cloud up, and she continued, "It's not like that! My couch has a fold-away bed, and it's got to be better than some damn motel room. I'll cook some dinner, and we can watch TV or something." Sam stared at Tina for a moment. Confused, he answered slowly, "Are you sure? I don't mind the Holiday Inn. It's not the first time I've stayed in a motel room." "No, really, come on over. I'll even cook breakfast in the morning. Please?" The girl's desire to impress her boss won him over. "Listen, are you sure you want me over? If somebody finds out, you know what they'll say?" Tina waved it off. "You need anything from your office?" "No, but give me a couple of minutes to call Lizzie and tell her I'm tied up, then I'll close up. Come on back in." Sam called his daughter and cleaned off his desk, then locked up the building. Outside, he popped the trunk of the Taurus and grabbed a small overnight bag, then pulled a dry cleaning bag from the back seat. Tina gave him a curious look. "You always plan on staying in motels?" Sam laughed. "No I always plan on emergencies. I keep a complete set of emergency gear in there, along with a sleeping bag, heavy boots, and a snowsuit and coveralls. Just in case!" He lifted first one bag then another. "This one has a complete set of clothes, this one has my dry cleaning, which I picked up this morning." He tossed them both in the back of Tina's car, then held the door open for her. "Listen, let me pay you back for this by taking you to dinner." Tina had to concentrate to keep from screaming 'Yippee!' "Okay, we've got a Denny's or the Neptune Diner right down the road," she said, pulling onto Rte. 23. Sam snorted. "Nuts! Let's go over to Cathedral Farms. I feel like something better than a diner. My treat." Tina goggled at the thought. Cathedral Farms was the fanciest and most expensive place in town. "I can't go like this!", she announced, pointing at her slacks. A toner cartridge for the copy machine had busted all over one pants leg that afternoon. Sam shrugged. "So? You live where, up Franklin Mountain? That's almost on the way. We'll go over there and you can change. Come on, live a little! Be kind to an old man and keep him from eating diner food." "Okay, if you want to." Tina drove through town and started up Rte. 28. "You're not old!" "Eh, maybe not, but I'm not young either," admitted her boss. He changed the subject and they talked about work until they pulled into the driveway. Tina was relieved to find that Heather and Bobby weren't around when she stopped the car. She waited for Sam to retrieve his bags, then led him upstairs. 'Thank God I cleaned just the other night!', went through her mind. Sam looked around approvingly. "Nice, very nice," he commented, walking around the living room. "Thanks. Do you mind if I clean up first? What should I wear?" she asked. "Sure, go ahead. Wear something nice, like your rich grandfather is taking you out to dinner," he said with a smile, forestalling her probable comment that he wasn't old enough to be a grandfather. Tina grinned and went into her bedroom, closing the door behind her. Sam made a sad smile; if Jenny had been alive, he would have been old enough to be a grandfather. She would have been the same age he and Lee had been when she was born. Hearing the water run through the door to the bathroom, Sam looked himself over in a mirror in the living room. Realizing he needed to clean up himself, he went into the kitchen and turned on the faucet at the sink. Moving quickly, he stripped off his shirt and grabbed a towel. Wetting it, he used it as an impromptu washcloth and gave his torso and arms a quick sink bath, then washed his face and neck. Air drying, he went back to his bags and rummaged through them to find a fresh shirt, putting it on. He also changed his socks, and pulled a lightweight wool navy blue pinstriped suit from the dry cleaning bag. He had just slipped his shoes back on and retied his tie when Tina came out of her bedroom, and he caught his breath when he saw her. Tina had stripped off her clothes hurriedly and hopped into her shower, as nervous as she could remember about her upcoming dinner with her boss. She wanted to make a good impression, not just as an employee, but as a young woman. She bathed mechanically. Her first thoughts were to lean back against the shower wall and play with her clit, she was so turned on, but she stopped when she realized that Sam would hear the screaming orgasm she was sure to have, and that in any case, she'd end up smelling like a two-bit hooker afterwards. She spent the rest of the brief shower going through robotic motions, as she considered what to wear. Tina dried herself off and slipped into a terry cloth bathrobe while she rummage through her closet. She decided to dress as if for a fancy date. Despite her inexperience with dating men, she had plentiful experience dating other women, even if on the sly. She had been sleeping with other girls since she was a young teen, and had discovered that two women could get dressed up and go out together, and most men would think they were on the prowl for guys. They never suspected that they were only interested in each other. She settled on a sleeveless red dress and pulled the hanger out of the closet. Next she pulled open her lingerie drawer and sorted through it, finding a matching red bra and panty set given to her last year by an old girlfriend. Tossing aside her robe, she slipped the tiny lace panties on and adjusted the thong back so they wouldn't show under the thin dress. Then she picked up the bra and slid her arms through the straps, then closed the front clasp. She jiggled her tits into place and examined herself in the mirror. 'Who the hell needs a Wonderbra with these things?', she smirked. Tina almost screwed up on the stockings. She first began putting on a pair of sheer pantyhose before discovering a run up the front. Stripping them off, she searched again and found a new pair of sheer thigh-top stockings still in the package. They were perfect, so she put them on, then slipped into the dress. Stepping into a pair of two inch red heels, she took a deep breath and opened the door to the living room. The teen was amazed at the transformation of Sam. No longer dressed in his trademark khakis and company sport shirt, he looked like the powerful executive he really was, about to go out on the town for a night of subdued fun. She smiled nervously and stepped out into the living room. "Is this okay?" she asked. Sam exhaled forcefully. "Wow! You look spectacular!", he responded, scanning his 'date' from head to foot. Tina was wearing a sleeveless red dress of some sort of light and satiny material that swirled gently around her abundant curves. The mock wrap top drew the eyes to the large breasts pushed up and out by the heavily underwired bra beneath, and the airy fabric flared out at her slim hips and floated down to a few inches above her knees. Those incredibly long legs were showcased by the very sheer nylons, and were supported by seemingly expensive red stiletto heels. He gave her the once-over a couple of more times. "Tina, you look great!" Tina exhaled her own breath and relaxed slightly. "Are you sure? I can always change. What about the shoes? Do they make me seem too tall?" Her girlfriends had never had a problem with Tina's height, but she had heard that men didn't like tall women. Maybe they made her too tall? "I can change them." Sam smiled and looked her in the eye, an easy feat since she was his height now. "Are you nuts? You look perfect! Every guy in the place will be jealous of me!" He gallantly opened the front door and led her to the stairway. "After you," he said, ushering her down the stairs to her car. It was only a ten minute drive to the restaurant and it was all Sam could do to keep from staring at Tina's legs and bust. They were both so perfectly displayed, so blatantly sexy yet understated. Once they parked, he hopped out and scurried around to open her door, which Tina found intoxicating. He maintained his courtesy as he opened the door to the restaurant for her. Tina thought there would be a problem once they got inside and she saw a line of couple waiting ahead of them. Sam simply went up to the reservations clerk and asked for their table, slipping a fifty to the girl. She surreptitiously glanced at the bill in her hand, then raised an eyebrow, but she promised them a table in twenty minutes. Sam announced they would be in the bar, and escorted Tina through the side entrance. Sam led Tina to a pair of barstools and he heard eyeballs click as the other men in the bar snapped around to watch the beautiful girl sashay into the bar. Tina was even more nervous, being underage, but the simple yet sophisticated look paid off. The bartender never bothered with carding her, but simply took their orders. As Tina slid onto the barstool, the tops of her stockings flashed at him briefly and Sam felt a bead of sweat pop on his forehead as he tried not to stare. He crossed his legs, trying to hide the hardon which was causing his pants to tent up. Sam knocked back his gin and tonic nervously while Tina sipped at her daiquiri, then ordered a second. It arrived by the time they were called to their table, so Sam laid a twenty on the bar and they carried their drinks into the dining room. Tina led the way, while her host tried in vain to adjust his cock so it wouldn't be obvious to the entire world. Tina began to worry that her boss was a heavy drinker when Sam ordered another round from the waitress who seated them, but her fears proved unfounded. Sam nursed his third drink, content to have hidden his rampant manhood. When they ordered dinners of prime rib and shrimp, he ordered a bottle of Portuguese Rose` and nothing more to drink. Afterwards, over cheesecake, Tina had Irish Coffee, while Sam contented himself with an Earl Gray tea. Neither of them would ever recall what they talked about over supper, except that it hadn't been about work. Sam asked Tina lots of questions about her life, as short as it had been, and seemed enchanted by simply talking to a pretty young girl. He laughed when she asked him about the Sixties, replying, "Jesus, Tina, just how old do you think I am?! I was all of thirteen at the time of Woodstock!" Tina laughed nervously, afraid that she had insulted him, but Sam simply laughed and shook his head in surprise. Then he had told her about the Seventies, a time when he had been in college, and some of the many stunts he had pulled in his fraternity house. "The best practical jokes are the simple ones, where you only need a simple prop or two and the ability to keep a straight face. Like the time a buddy of mine busted his leg and ended up on crutches. Well, we got him drunk one night, and while he was passed out, I took one of the crutches. See, the adjustment holes for the thumbscrews were set an inch apart, so I pulled off one of the rubber tips and sawed a half-inch off the leg, then put the tip back on. No matter what he did, he could never adjust it so he was level!" Tina laughed and Sam went on with another story about putting a dead mouse in a secretary's desk in Saratoga. "The really funny part was that it backfired on us. We kept asking her to get stuff out of the desk, and she would do it blind, simply reaching in and handing it to us without ever looking. Damnedest thing I ever saw!" It was almost eleven by the time the pair finished dawdling over their coffee and tea and left. As they headed for the front door of the restaurant, Sam considered asking Tina back into the bar for a nightcap. He was on the verge of asking when he caught a reflection of himself in a mirror and reality set in. There was no way such a beautiful young girl, his employee, no less, would consider dancing with a has-been with kids older than her. He had a sad smile on his face as he escorted Tina back to her car and held the door for her. Tina couldn't understand what had caused him to become so depressed, and wondered if she should have invited him in to the bar. Maybe if she had danced a slow dance with him, she'd have felt that interesting looking erection press against her. She had never really paid attention to men's organs before, being content to be sexually satisfied with other women, but as she and Heather had discussed, maybe she wasn't hard-core, simply bi in nature. What if Sam could be that male lover that would break down any barriers and show her that a man could fuck her as well as a woman? A sideways glance at Sam's crotch showed that his erection had returned in full force, and that Sam was trying in vain to keep from staring at her legs and profile in the moonlight. Sam allowed Tina to unlock the door to her apartment, noting that another car was in the driveway to the main house, but that the lights were out. He let her go inside first, but any nerve he had left departed as they stood in the small foyer. He had to clear his throat before he could mumble, "See you in the morning." He turned away as she said 'Good night.' and went into her bedroom closing the door behind her. Chapter 6 Sam looked at the couch, debating opening it up, but decided that it wasn't the first couch he had slept on, and probably wouldn't be the last. He kicked off his shoes and tossed his jacket and tie onto an armchair, then opened the patio door and stepped outside. It was a warm night, and the moon was full, and Sam unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it inside onto the chair. He took off his socks while standing, then undid his belt, coming back into the living room to go to sleep. Tina After my girlfriend broke up with me, I was through with love for a while. It was just me and "Righty" for about two months, until finally I got the itch again. Since I don't hang around bars much, I had to try to find a date where I could. This, as it turned out, was at work. Tina was a nice girl, a little on the heavy side, but only just enough to give her some nice curves in just the right places. I'd never really given her much thought, mainly since we don't work in the same department, so our paths didn't really cross all that much. One day, though, I decided that the next time I saw her, I would ask her out. That day turned out to be two days later. I walked into the break room, and there she was, reading a book. Boldly walking over, I sat down and when she didn't look up, I said, "Would you go on a date with me?" She must not have thought I was talking to her, because she didn't look up right away. After a little bit, though, she glanced up from her book and saw that I was the only one nearby. Looking at me with a puzzled look, she asked, "What was that?" Realizing I had just blurted out my intentions, I blushed and turned to get up, muttering, "Nothing..." Tina reached out and touched my hand. The sensation was electric. I didn't realize I was so desperate! "No, don't go." She was looking at me earnestly - hoping she had heard right, apparently. "I just didn't hear right... did I?" Suddenly, I was a freshman in high school again, asking Lisa Delmont, a sophomore, to Homecoming. "Um... I uh... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so... blunt. I... well... I was wondering if you'd... um... like to go on a... well... date... you know, with me... sometime." Tina laughed at my sudden unease. "I thought that's what you said. I don't get asked out for many dates these days. Since you asked so nicely, sure, I'd love to. Thank you." Relieved that she didn't smack my face off, I told her I'd pick her up Saturday night. She agreed with a smile that lit up the whole rest of the week. Saturday arrived. I was nervous as hell. I went to the barber for a haircut, and I think I nearly drove the poor guy nuts with little nit-picky things. For some reason, I think I was as worked up as that one Homecoming when Lisa Delmont - miraculously - said yes. After the barber, I went home to shave. I used up nearly an entire can of shaving cream. I was losing my mind. While being as careful as possible not to nick myself, guess what, I nicked myself. And not once, but twice! I was swearing my head off, and trying to stop the blood while also trying to finish the rest of my face. It seemed to take for fucking ever. But, eventually, as all things do, it came to an end. I didn't look like I'd tried to commit suicide, but it sure as hell felt like it. Maybe that was the answer. I could relieve the tension. I'd call Tina and tell her I couldn't make our date, because I was dead. Fuck. It wasn't Tina. She was great. I wouldn't have asked her out if I didn't think so. But I was just so fucking nervous. Why? It wasn't like I hadn't been on dates before. Hell, I'd had millions of 'em. I just wanted this one to go well. I liked Tina. What I'd learned about her, I liked. Maybe this could be another long-term thing, like the last one... Bingo. Like the last one. Fuck. I was afraid that I'd like her, but she'd dump me. After only one date! I guess I didn't like the idea that I was that big a loser. But, I guess it wasn't like Tina's social calendar was chock-full, either, from the sound of it. Calm down, man! I tried to slow down a little. It was nuts to be ready for a date five hours before it started. But I was just about there. I just had to pick out clothes... Well, to make a long story short, I found something I deemed acceptable to wear after only about forty-five minutes. Considering the rest of the day, that was like walking up to the closet and wearing the first thing I grabbed. Lots of time left... Figuring there was no sense in getting dressed yet, I sat down for a while, popped a tape in the VCR, and promptly fell asleep. When I woke up, it was 8:00. Fuck! I was already late! Maybe my earlier frenzy wasn't as paranoid as I originally thought. I leaped into my suit, grabbed my wallet and keys and raced out the door. Getting into the car, I prayed that my ten-year-old Ford would start and keep running. The date gods were with me, it roared like a lion first try. I pulled out of the alley and headed for Tina's, careful not to drive like too much of a maniac, no sense making myself later by getting pulled over. Pulling up in front of Tina's house, I was impressed with the look of the place. I wondered how she could afford a house its size, but learned later she'd inherited it from her grandparents, and had no payments to make. Anyhow, I went to the door and rang the bell. After a minute, I heard movement on the other side, and then the door opened. Holy shit! Tina was wearing a short dress that showed off her legs. Oh-fucking-my! I couldn't believe she didn't have more dates, looking like this. Yeah, she was a little heavy, not exactly what the fashion (and porno) magazines would say was the perfect shape for a woman, but Jesus, was she a knockout! She smiled at me from the doorway, maybe she liked how I looked too, maybe it was from the drool that dribbled from my gaping mouth. She turned a three-sixty, giving me a look at the whole package, "You like?" Trying to sound like I wasn't floored, I said, "Um, how would the older set put it... Oh yes! Hubba Hubba!" Tina laughed, obviously pleased, her smile once again lighting the night. She stepped down from the doorway, pulling the door behind her, checked her purse then stepped to my side. Gallantly, I held out my arm, which she took graciously, and walked her to my car. It felt wonderful having this gorgeous woman on my arm. A twitch in my crotch wondered if maybe more would happen, but at that point, I was happy with how things were right then and there. Gallantly I opened the car door for her, then watched, fascinated, as she got into the seat. Looking back a few minutes later, I couldn't believe how flabbergasted I was at this woman! Every movement she made hypnotized me! I wondered how I'd ever get through the night if just seeing her bend over to get into the car struck me dumb. Anyhow, I managed to get into the car myself, and we made our way to the restaurant I'd decided on earlier in the week. Tina seemed pleased when we pulled into the parking lot, which I think made me happier than I could remember ever being before. Once again being the gentleman, I hustled around to the passenger side of the car before Tina could let herself out, and held out my hand. With a big smile, Tina reached out and took my hand, then joined me outside the car. Again, I couldn't believe my luck, being out on a date with such a good-looking woman. I held out my arm, at which Tina slid her hand into the crook of my elbow and we were off. We were showed to our table shortly after arriving, and I once again played the gentleman and held Tina's chair for her. She seemed very happy at the treatment I was giving her, and at that moment, I was more than happy to treat her this way. Looking over the menu, I kept stealing short glances at my date, and more than once caught her doing the same. Every time we caught one another, we both grinned sheepishly and turned back to our menus. It appeared that Tina liked me, maybe as much as I was liking her. After a few minutes of looking the menus over, Tina looked up at me and asked, "So what do you recommend?" I looked up from my menu and admitted, "To be honest, I've never been here before, either. But chances are, anything we order will be okay. I've heard from a few people who have been here, and said everything's great." While I was saying this, I noticed Tina look up, surprised at something behind me, then drop her eyes to the table cloth. I turned around and asked, "What's the matter?" Without raising her head, Tina said quietly, "Nothing... nothing." Then she got up, told me to order for her, then excused herself to the ladies' room. Suddenly, I thought I'd screwed something up. The feeling of elation that had been bursting in my chest all night divebombed into the bottom of my stomach, crashed and burned. I felt miserable. So, when the waiter came to take our order, I just ordered two small salads, some bread and that was it. I was afraid Tina wouldn't come back. Adding to my misery was a nagging feeling of: "What the hell did I do?" accompanied by: "And what can I do to fix it?" Confused only began to describe it. So, you can imagine my intense relief when Tina returned a while later. I saw her glance back in the direction she'd looked earlier when her mood changed, nod her head, then continue back to the table. Apparently, she was communicating with, or being communicated to, by somebody sitting in the restaurant behind me. Once more, I looked behind me to try and see who Tina was looking at, but didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. Finally, Tina sat back down, still staring at the tablecloth, then she sighed and looked up. I was about to say something when Tina looked me in the eye and held out her hand. Automatically, I reached up and took what she offered me. My disbelief was beyond bounds: She'd just handed me her panties! I held them out in front of me, not thinking about where we were, and goggled. They were an extremely sexy pair of black lace thongs, and had I seen her in them, I'd have been able to see everything underneath! It would be a blatant lie to say that my cock remained soft at this. Suddenly, I realized what I was doing: I was showing my date's underwear to everybody in the restaurant! As I turned a vivid shade of red, (probably somewhere close to the hue that Tina's face was at this point) I quickly stuffed the panties into my jacket pocket. A million questions flooded into my mind all at once, and I wanted in the worst way to have them all answered just as quickly. But I saw Tina's embarassment, and held my tongue. I still wanted her to like me. I know I still liked her, and not just because I now had her lacy panties in my pocket. My curiosity was brimming over, my cock was fantastically hard, but the Nice Guy in me said not to ask. Right now, all I wanted to do was stomp on the Nice Guy's head and blurt out what I wanted to say, but the Nice Guy was too big to stomp. I shut up and fidgeted, waiting for a voluntary explanation, waiting for our food (which I no longer wanted), waiting for the Robert E. Lee... just waiting. It was driving me nuts. Finally, Tina sighed again and looked back up at me. A proud defiance had replaced the embarrassed little girl. I expected her to speak, but she kept her mouth shut. Eventually her smile came back, bit by bit, and she sneaked a hand out from under the table and reached across to me. Glad to see her smile again, I grinned ear to ear and took her hand. I still wanted an explanation, maybe one was coming later, but right now, I was very happy to see her smiling again. Our meal came, we ate, and when dessert came around, we had room for that. Because of the light meal, the check wasn't much, so I had bucks left over. I asked Tina what she'd like to do now, and she said dancing. Now, I'm not much of a dancer, but I couldn't resist this woman. I got out and wiggled my butt a few times, primarily so I could more closely watch her move. I loved seeing her dance. A couple of times, I thought of the panties in my coat pocket and wondered what she'd look like dancing for an audience of one. Hopefully everybody else in the club couldn't tell I was stiff as a board and probably staining the front of my suit pants. I think Tina probably knew, because she kept smiling that nuclear smile at me, and wiggled her gorgeous, naked-but-for-the-skirt ass at me. Now, when the night started, I was primarily hoping for just a pleasant night, leading to another pleasant night, maybe some goodnight kisses along the way, but only in my dreams had I thought sex. I figured I was in for another few weeks just me and "righty" before I could even hope for anything more. But now... now all I could think of was fucking this gorgeous woman! I wanted to see her tits shake as I plunged my cock in and out of her pussy, I wanted to hear her scream as I gave her an enormous orgasm, I wanted to taste what that now-bare-to-the-air pussy tasted like, I wanted to see what my cum looked like on various parts of her body. I think the Nice Guy was taking a back seat to the Horny Guy at this point, but I knew the Nice Guy was stronger than any of the others I might have inside me. If Tina wasn't really ready, if the panty thing was just a tease, I'd grit my teeth and take it. Some guys might assume the panty thing was a sure deal and just take her, ready or not, but I knew I couldn't. We were walking back to our table after a long dance, laughing and carrying on, when suddenly, Tina saw something, then got real quiet, bowing her head to look at the floor. Once again, I didn't have any idea what the hell was happening, I thought it was me again. But this time, when I looked in the direction she'd been looking, I saw a tall, solidly built man, with a short salt-and-pepper beard and past-the-shoulder hair looking our way with a big smile on his face. I didn't know for sure if this guy was the reason for Tina's sudden change, but I couldn't see how it would be, since the man had a tall, willowy Black girl on one arm, and a petite, well-built Asian woman on the other. The guy noticed me looking, turned his head my way, and without changing his smile, nodded slightly to me. I don't know if he was an ex-boyfriend or what, but apparently he approved of me, I guess. Or maybe he approved of Tina finally seeing someone else, I don't know. I looked to Tina and asked, "Who's that?" She wouldn't answer, just shook her head a little. Putting two and two together, I said, "Is he the reason you gave me your panties? Was he at the restaurant?" No response at all. Tina whispered something I couldn't hear, so I had to ask her to repeat herself. My heart sank when she said, "Please take me home." I wanted to ask her why, ask her to clarify the reason, but her posture indicated that the evening was over. It was like driving to and from a funeral. Total silence. I dropped Tina off at her door and asked, "Can I see you again? Aside from at work, that is." She finally looked me in the eye, something she hadn't done since the episode at the disco, and stated, "I don't know. I hope so." That seemed a little mysterious to me, and I started to ask what she meant by it, but she quickly leaned over, gave me a peck on the cheek, then dashed from the car and into the house. I just sat, stunned, for a few minutes, hoping Tina would come back out and talk to me, but she never emerged once the door closed. What the hell had happened? Who the hell was that guy? He sure seemed to have a hold on Tina. But then, who were those other two women he was with? Was Tina still pining over a lost boyfriend? And why the fuck wouldn't she talk about it? I thought we were both having a great time, why would this guy's turning up ruin it? I wanted to knock on her door and try to have some of my questions answered, but once again, the Nice Guy said, 'You should leave her alone. When she's ready to talk, she'll talk. Just hope she'll see you again.' I wanted to wring the Nice Guy's neck. Sunday came and went. I brooded most of the day. Monday I walked into work and the first person I looked for was Tina. She wasn't there. She couldn't have quit. I asked and found out she'd called in sick. Great. The whole day I walked around in a funk. I don't know if I really got anything accomplished, but I don't think anybody noticed, either. Going home, I wondered if Tina'd gotten sick after our date... Or if the appearance of Mr. A-Girl-On-Each-Arm was to blame. When I arrived home, the light was blinking on my answering machine. I pressed the 'play' button, and Tina's voice came on the line. "Robert, come over to my place. I need to explain some things to you, and I just can't do it over the phone. The front door is unlocked." My heart started thumping right away. Without any further ado, I left my place and sped over to Tina's. When I got to Tina's, there was already another car there. A spiffy Jag. Ooo. Somebody had money, and I knew it wasn't Tina: she works the same place I do. I went up to the door, and true-to-her-word, it opened easily. Looking around, I called out, "Hello. Anybody home?" To my left, Tina's voice came to me, "In here." Following my ears, I found my way to where Tina had called. There, I stopped short. I had found the living room. Therein were Tina, the guy from the disco, and his two arm-ornaments. This wouldn't have shocked me so much if it wasn't for the reason they were all nude. The black girl and the oriental were fondling each other's pussy, while the guy sat on the couch, with an enormous hard-on. And where was Tina? Why, she was sitting on the floor next to the guy, one hand fondling his huge staff while she turned to welcome me. "Hi, Robert. I'm glad you could come. This is Master Damon." She indicated the nude man on the couch. I nodded my head in greeting. She motioned toward the two ladies, "And this is Licia," the black girl waved, "and Kyoko," the oriental woman. Damon rose from the couch and held out his hand. I couldn't help but notice how BIG this guy really was. He stood a full head taller than me, and I'm not short, and he probably outweighed me by over forty pounds. But none of it was flab. He looked solid as a rock. I know there was something about him that was definitely solid as a rock, and it stood out proudly from his body about 9-10 inches, and was probably almost as big around as my wrist. I took his hand and we shook. A good firm handshake, not a bone-crusher, but afterward, my hand sure knew it'd been shook. "It's good to meet you. Tina's told me a lot about you the past couple of days. She likes you a lot. That's good." Damon's voice was deep, resonant, pleasant to listen to. I liked this man instantly. There was power in this man. Power, yet a gentleness that balanced that power exactly. I could tell he was a good man to know. I felt a little sheepish, maybe intimidated even, saying anything to Damon, but managed to get out: "Thank you. I was afraid after what happened at the disco Saturday night, that it was all over for us." Damon chuckled softly. "Not at all. Tina deserves a good man. She's still mine, but I'm willing to share her with someone who can take good care of her." I didn't understand this last statement, so I asked, "Still yours? What do you mean?" I must have been in shock since I'd walked into the room, because the fact that everybody else was naked, and I was still in my work clothes, hadn't sunk in. Tina rose up off the floor and I got a good look at her nude body for the first time. Oh my god. Padded in all the right places, tits to die for, and I noticed, no pussy hair. She looked up at Damon and he looked down and nodded at her. Smiling, she told me, "I'm Master's slave. He loves me and takes care of me. Licia and Kyoko are my sisters. We service Master's needs whenever and however he wants. But I like you, too. Master is willing to 'share the wealth' as it were, and lets us all see others, as well. But ultimately, we are his. Licia is married to a banker, who knows and approves of this arrangement. Her husband knows of her needs, and realizes he's not up to the task. Kyoko has a boyfriend and a girlfriend. They both know what goes on and sometimes participate, as well. I've only been with Master for a few months. Never really realized I had this side to me, but once I met Master, I knew. He saw it in me." Tina bowed her head a little, not sure how to continue, but finally she found whatever she needed and said, "And I think I saw it in you, too." Tina Whoa, wait a minute, was she implying I become a slave, too? Or was she saying she thought she was willing to become my slave? Everything was going way, way too fast. My head was spinning. I'd just walked in on something I'd never even thought really happened. People didn't really willingly become other people's slaves, did they? Or did they? I probably sounded pretty stupid when I opened my mouth again and said, "What?" Damon put a hand on my shoulder. I saw a movement and noticed Tina had once again taken his cock in her hand. "It's alright." Damon said. He took Tina's hands away from him and guided her to me. Tina started removing my clothes. I was so stunned, I couldn't react. I just stood there as the woman of my dreams removed my clothing. Apparently, when my pants and underwear came off, something knew how to react to the situation. My cock stood erect as ever, and all three women in the room purred their approval. I started to feel kind of idiotic, though, standing there next to the biggest cock I'd ever seen before. My slightly-over-six-inches started to wilt a little when I looked back over at Damon's amazing manhood. He laughed a little, then urged Tina to take care of me. Tina's eyes sparkled as she knelt before me and opened her mouth, gulping my cock down almost as if it wasn't there. Now, I'd had blowjobs before, but I'd never been deep-throated so quickly and thoroughly before. I nearly shot off right then and there, but fortunately, I held off. Oh my god, was Tina good! She definitely knew how to work a cock! Then again, after sucking on Damon's huge manhood, I suppose my comparatively little dick was simplicity itself. While I was receiving the blowjob of my life, I yelped in surprise and practically jumped out of my skin when I felt hands spread my ass cheeks and something flick against my asshole. Looking behind me, I saw Licia with her face buried in my butt. I'd never had anything like this done to me before. The sensation of a tongue dancing around my butthole was exquisite! I was going to get more of this in the future! The combination of Tina's mouth on my cock and Licia's tongue on my anus was driving me extremely close to the edge. What finally pushed me over that edge was the sensation of a mouth working my balls. Kyoko had worked her way between my body and Tina's, and was lapping my nuts like they were the best tasting ice-cream cone she'd ever had. Well, as you can imagine, this whole scenario was too much for me, the sensations more than I could stand, and I shot my biggest load of cum ever into Tina's sucking mouth. Tina took all my jizz with a smile on her face, then when I was done, she removed her mouth from my quickly deflating cock and stood over Kyoko. Kyoko raised her face to Tina, and my wilting member almost popped back up instantly as Tina slowly spit my cum all over Kyoko's waiting face. I'd never seen a woman so in love with having her face jizzed. Kyoko leaped up, grabbed Tina and started to rub her face all over Tina's. Licia joined the other two and soon all three women's faces were slick with my cum-juice. It was a three way lezzie kiss for a little while as the girls all ran their tongues over each others' face and lapped up some of my cum. I was a little concerned, though, when all of a sudden, they all turned and started toward me. All three women grabbed me and pulled my face down to theirs. Soon they were rubbing my jizz all over my face! I tried to pull away, but they held me firmly. After a short struggle, I heard Damon's voice: "Lick their faces, Robert. They deserve it for the pleasure they gave you. Don't worry." Like I said before, the man had power. There was no anger in the way he spoke, simply the quiet tone that he expected to be obeyed. I stuck out my tongue and started to lick. Tina squealed in delight as I ran my tongue all over her face. My cum had a little of a bitter, metallic edge to it. I would have to change my diet to make it taste better. I pressed my lips tightly over Tina's mouth and gave her a big french kiss before moving on to Kyoko. I had to lick Kyoko's ear to pick up the trail of cum that had run there. From a distance, I shouted at myself, 'What the hell do you think you're doing? You're eating your own cum! Cut it out, fagboy!' But the deepest part of me knew that was simply my backward upbringing and narrow-minded society talking. I truly felt there was nothing wrong with what I was doing. Besides, I'd been told to do it. But I now didn't question it. How quickly I fell under Damon's spell. After Kyoko's face was shiny with my saliva, I gave her a big tongue-kiss like I'd given Tina, then turned to Licia. The tall black woman smiled a bright, cummy smile at me, then grabbed me and rubbed her face all over mine. I loved the slickness my jizz gave our skin, and relished the smooth glide of our faces together. Eventually, I started to lick her face, too, and she mine. When we were satisfied we were clean, we gave each other a deep soul-kiss. When we finally looked up again, we looked toward Damon. His smile was huge, and Kyoko was now working on his cock with her hands and mouth. Tina had lay on the floor, her head between Damon's feet. I finally noticed that my cock had bounced back to life, and Tina pulled her knees up to her tits, so that her pussy was offered and ready. I looked up at Damon, and he nodded assent. My anxiety was almost more than I could bear. As I lowered myself down to Tina, my whole body vibrated. On our date, I only started thinking about having sex with Tina there toward the end, just before she closed up on me. Now, here she was, offering herself to me like some oversexed slut. I knew of no other thing I really wanted at that point than to shove my cock into her juicy cunt. I knelt between her legs and Licia guided my cock to Tina's hole. With no preliminaries, my cock sank deep into her pussy. Oh god, she was hot! I thought her cunt was going to melt my dick right off! The feeling of fucking her bare pussy was amazing! It felt like I went in a whole lot deeper than it had with my previous girlfriend, who was almost as hairy as I was. I'd loved her hairy bush, but I loved Tina's pussy even more. After I assimilated myself to the burning pleasure of Tina's dripping cunt, I started to slowly pump in and out. I wanted this to last as long as possible. But, apparently, the other girls had other ideas. Licia's face once more bent to my asshole, and the fabulous pleasure there again exploded. Kyoko squatted over Tina's face, and subsequently received a tongue up her twat. Now, I'd never seen anything so sexy in my life. Kyoko's puckered asshole stared me straight in the eye, and I could see Tina's tongue splitting her bare cunt lips. I felt myself building to another powerful cum, then looked up a little. Damon hadn't moved much from when I'd seen him standing over Tina with Kyoko's mouth on his cock. Subsequently, when I raised my head a little from watching Tina and Kyoko's little lez-fest, I was face-to-face with the python, so to speak. Now, Damon's cock looked big, really big, when I first saw it. From only a few inches away, it was damn near frightening. I knew what he wanted, expected, but I wasn't sure I could. Suddenly, I knew what it means when a woman says she doesn't know if she can take a cock. But, as I said before, I was under this man's spell. With my cock in a hot, squishy pussy, a tongue doing a fandango on my asshole, and my girlfriend (?) with a cunt on her face, I was ready to suck a cock. I reached up and took Damon's fantastic manhood in my hand. My fingers only just closed around it. Opening as wide as I could, I slipped the head of my Master's (!) cock into my mouth. Never before had I sucked on another man. I was mesmerized by Damon. I don't think he had any special "powers" or anything, but he definitely could get whatever he wanted. Right now, what I wanted was to suck this amazing dick and have it spurt its creamy load out into my mouth. I slid in and out of Tina, who was writhing around on the floor, humping into my thrusts, she was eating out a wildly thrashing Kyoko, and I was swallowing as much of Damon as I could. Part of me felt bad for Licia, because all she got was my asshole. I decided I'd make it up to her later. Kyoko came first. Her hips twitched involuntarily, and she screamed as if she was being run over by a bulldozer. She squirted a load of girl-cum onto Tina's face, then rolled off onto the floor where she lay panting. Tina came on my cock next. Like Kyoko, her hips vibrated uncontrollably and she screamed out her orgasm. I felt a warmth wash over my balls, and I suddenly realized that Tina had squirted, too. Licia started to moan into my ass shortly after Tina's cum began. I found out later that she's really an ass-girl, and doesn't care if it's a guy or a girl whose butt she's reaming. She can cum just from giving a good rim-job, and apparently the one she'd given me was one. I was next. I yelled around Damon's thick cock and sprayed my jizz all over Tina's insides. When my dick stopped twitching, I simply soaked myself in Tina's pussy and concentrated on sucking Master's cock. It was several minutes before Master Damon started to grunt and groan. This, I felt, was my cue to up the ante, so to speak. I pumped my hand up and down on his shaft, following my mouth like I'd seen the porn starlets do, and I reached up with my other hand and weighed his huge balls. It felt great. I was now a cock-slut. I still loved pussy, and wouldn't give it up for the world, but I'd need a cock every now and then. Master's breathing got heavy, and he moaned a little with each breath, but he didn't really start to holler until I reached under his balls and found his asshole. I stuck my middle finger into Master's ass and reached out to find his prostate. Once I had that under my finger, I stroked and prodded it in time with my mouth-hand strokes. Not too long after that, Master started to shout and his big fucking prick started to throb in my mouth. Master grabbed the back of my head and forced more of his enormous cock into my mouth. I started to gag, but tried and finally succeeded in overcoming it. It was like a fire-hose had gone off in my mouth. I took my hand off Master's cock and pressed against his belly to get him to back off a little, so I could more easily take the flood that was pouring into my mouth. Once Master Damon allowed me to get more comfortable with what was happening, I took what I could of what he offered. I don't know what this man ate, but his jizz was delicious (?) compared to mine. Some of his copious load squirted out the sides of my mouth and dribbled down my face. It started to drip off my chin, but one of the girls quickly got under me to catch it, apparently not wanting to waste any. Swallowing as quickly as I could, I took as much of Master's cum into my body as possible. He seemed to spurt for ages, and I couldn't have been happier. Now I knew why women enjoy knowing their men have gotten off. The satisfaction knowing you made your partner feel that good is intoxicating. I was extremely proud of myself when I pulled my mouth off Master's cock, and I sat back and beamed, his thick, creamy cum warming my belly and covering my lower face. Licia came up to me, and I kissed the mouth that had so recently been kissing and tonguing my asshole. She started to lick my face clean, and was joined by Kyoko. Suddenly, I felt cool air on my cock and balls, and realized that Tina must have crawled out from under me. My curiosity as to her whereabouts was solved, though, when I felt a mouth on my genitals. While my face was kissed and licked by the gorgeous Licia and Kyoko, Tina licked her and my juices off my cock and balls. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Master Damon had sat back down on the couch and was smiling at the sight of us. His fabulous manhood no longer stood straight up, but even soft, he was much bigger than me hard. When the girls were satsified with my cleanup, they all straightened up, knelt next to me, and we all faced Master Damon. Master smiled at us from his seat, and gave us a personal ovation. He then rose and said, "I hope you understand now, Robert, what Tina's place in the world is. She is mine. And now, I believe, you are mine as well. If I'm not mistaken." I responded exactly how he'd hoped. "No, Master, you are not mistaken. I've never felt such sensations before. I want to feel them again. Over and over. And I love you. I think I love Tina, too. I want permission to find out for sure." Master Damon smiled and laughed. "Of course you have my permission. You sound like a fine man. Tina is interested in finding more out about you, as well. I think she would like to submit to you as she submits to me. Simply make her do the things that make you feel good, and she will feel good. "Just remember, she is ultimately mine. If I decide your relationship stops, it stops. But I hope for Tina's sake that it never comes to that. I want nothing more in the world than for my girls to be happy." I agreed, and he held out his hand to me, helped me up off the floor and we shook hands, both of us smiling broadly. The five of us spent the rest of the night talking, every once in a while a finger would reach out and flick a nipple or caress a testicle, and at one point, the girls needed each other, so Master and I sat back and enjoyed the show. I stroked Master for him while he watched, and dipped my head down to catch his cum when he orgasmed. Tina and I have been seeing each other for eight months, and about once a month, we see Master and his girls for a night of fantastic sex. I've asked Tina to marry me, and next spring, Master will walk her down the aisle, and we will become man and wife. I wonder what might happen after that? Tina I wasn't really surprised when the phone rang, I had been expecting it. My friend Dan had mentioned he wanted to send his wife, Tina, over for one of my sessions. I had never met her, I had one of those visions in my mind of a 40-ish woman on the heavy side, normal for my practice at this stage of my life. Dan and I were friends, the kind you chat with when you run into them, or see at the Sunday night bowling league. The type of friend you never get really close to. He had asked a couple of times in passing about my work, nothing out of the ordinary, until he mentioned booking Tina. Always on the lookout for a new client, I sold him a gift certificate good for one full body massage, which he stuck in his pocket. It was only a day later when she called, and I booked her for the same evening. As I opened the door to greet her, the look on my face must have given me away! Here was this tiny little woman, head tipped back to look up at me, not an inch over 4 and a half feet tall. She was dressed in a two-piece sweat suit, hair in a pony tail, I would have guessed jailbait at a glance! "How old are you?" I blurted out, a bit unnerved. She smiled and said, "26..everyone asks me that." Then she stepped by me into the room as I stood there and struggled a bit to recover my bedside manner. I handed her my standard medical form, she quickly filled out the worksheet, and I showed her to my massage room. I glanced at the form as I went to wash up, she had checked "no" on all of the medical questions, and written in "pleasure" on the reason for massage line. I knocked on the door, "ready?" I asked, and heard her voice "Sure." She was sitting on the edge of the table, stark naked, with the towel bunched at her waist! Try as I might, I simply could not avert my eyes, her breasts were small, perfectly formed, with nipples that were like little buttons. There was no hint of any tanning lines on her flawless skin, she obviously sunbathed nude. "Go ahead and lie face down on the table" I told her, turning away to gather my oils and senses. When I turned back to her, she was propped up on her elbows watching me. The expression on her face showed that she knew she was getting to me. Again my eyes went to her breasts, hanging down so slightly from her chest. I finally forced myself to look away, I hadn't even noticed the towel was thrown carelessly across her bottom, leaving the lower parts of her cheeks on display. I was developing a bit of a bulge in my jeans, completely out of character for me. I took a drink of water, and a deep breath, and went to work. I started at her feet, she soon lay flat on the table, accepting. My hands roamed up her calves, first one side, then the other as she lay there silently. As I moved to her thighs, she gave the little shift that parted her legs slightly, the universal signal of acceptance. As my hands roamed freely up the back of her legs, I could see the mass of dark hair, and just a bit of pink peeking out. I felt a little shudder as I tucked the towel between her legs with my fingertips, making sure I pressed against her momentarily. Her legs parted even more as she let out a soft moan. I watched as her left hand, stretched down by her side, grasped the edge of the towel, and pulled it slightly. She was trying to expose herself to me! Back in control, I decided to tease her. It was obvious she was willing by now. I let my fingers run under the edge of the towel, and almost brush the lips of her pussy. I let them linger high on her inner thighs, she began to squirm. Just as she started to lift her bottom to meet my fingers, I switched to her back and shoulders. I spent a minimal amount of time there, and soon asked her to turn over. She complied, and as she did, the towel slipped to the floor. With a shudder, she looked right at me and stretched her arms out over her head. I said nothing, just went to work. Her body was amazing, I could easily encircle her waist with my hands, the muscles of her abdomen lay in waves, the kind one gets from body building. I spent way more time than normal on those breasts, I could feel her nipples like hard little rocks as I let my fingers brush over them. Finally I moved to the foot of the table, the only thing out of place was the huge mass of pubic hair. Even more amazing was the way her clitoral hood made a large inverted "V," sticking out and over her clit like a little roof. In my profession, I have seen a lot of Vaginas, hers was completely unique! Her excitement was obvoius, her engorged clit stuck out and down, it was as large as the end of my index finger. I ran my hands up and let my right hand brush directly across her pussy, her legs just opened wide to allow me access. I repeated the motions for awhile, she was flushed and moaning, so I leaned forward and sucked her into my mouth. I let my tongue make a few little circles, then I licked under and lifted her clit with my tongue as she began to orgasm. I tasted her saltly sweetness, a hint of perfume, over and over, I almost couldn't get enough. Finally I felt her stiffen slightly, so I eased up, letting her bask in the reducing sensations. As I came to a stop, and leaned back, she looked at me with slitted eyes, and said "Do it to me, please!" For a second I thought she meant more oral, I started to lean forward again, she said "No DO IT!" At that, I dropped my Jeans, freeing my rock hard erection. She smiled as I came into her view. I stepped to the table, and pulled her tiny body down close to the end. Placing myself against her, I pushed, and barely managed to get the head in. I looked down, she had a grimace, so I pulled back slightly and tried again. I felt her take a deep breath, and relax, I slipped in another inch. My god she was tight, I worked for some time, finally managing just half my length. "Good God that thing is big" she said with a groan. "Big?" I thought. I know I am slightly larger than normal, but a long ways from big. But I was big to her! I kept working, finally I was as far as there was room, there was no way I could ever fully enter her. So I began some slow stroking, she felt like I had my cock in a vice. I looked down, the end of her clit was actually curved down and rubbing against the top of my penis with each stroke! I felt the beginnings of an orgasm, she did too, as she began to spasm, I erupted. I could feel my cum pouring out around me, there was just no room. As she was coming, she leaned forward and bit down on my right nipple. The stab of pain as she bit sent me over the edge to another stronger climax. I felt her hands on my back, digging, she almost couldn't reach all the way around me with her arms. More pain as she dug in her nails, and bit down harder as she went on and on. Then I felt her relax, and I lay with her for what must have been 10 minutes. At last I withdrew, I handed her a fresh towel, she sat up and cleaned herself off as I watched. She looked at my chest, the beginnings of a welt was there, with the clear imprint of her teeth. She giggled, and said, "Let's see you explain THAT to your wife!.....""Well, how do you plan to explain THIS to Dan?" I retorted. "Oh, Dan will be happy" she said. "He has been trying to get me to do this for ages!" I thought about that a second, I was used to it. "You were the first one" she told me. "How about I come back next week and you can be the second, too!...." *I think I can hardly wait until next week.... Tina Tina was older than me, 39, and I suppose a typical office fling. She was married, but it was pretty on the rocks. Her husband didn't appreciate her and he was kept busy with his own wandering eye. I was a busy sales executive selling IT to large corporate clients.. It was a tough job with plenty of support required from the office base. This is where Tina came in, My job was pretty much my life, to be on my kind of salary at the age of 24 deserved that kind of commitment. I got to go out, sure, but never really had the time for it. Most of my social life was in the office or out of the office with the people from work! I juggled 3 major clients and they were a demanding bunch. If it weren't for the support I got from Tina I would never have succeeded so much. Tina is about 5' 6 with a good body, she would visit the gym 2-3 times a week after work. She had nice long legs that lead to her cute bum. Then her waste cut in before getting to her 34C chest. She had shoulder length hair that she typically tied back. Her pretty face was blessed with nice lips and blue eyes that were always notice because of her glasses. Often I would catch sight of her in the day as she bent or leant to file something or pick something up. She was worthy of a watch. As business picked up, I would work late and so did Tina. This I would soon discover was not a keenness for work but a reluctance to go home to her crabby husband, One night she asked me if I ever went home or had people to see. I confessed my commitment and love of the job and we both laughed. She told me how she could never get excited about going home and was happy to have an excuse to be busy at work. I told her politely that I was glad to be that excuse. It was a Friday night about 7pm when I realised the time. The office was empty except for Tina and me. I stretched and said I had had enough for the week. As I was key holder I had to lock up so told Tina that she would have to go home at last. She seemed upbeat and told me how she wasn't going home tonight but was meeting some friends for drinks, would I mind waiting while she got changed. Of course I obliged and waited patiently while she went to the ladies loo. I couldn't held myself thinking of her getting changed and found my groin stirring. I pushed my swelling cock down and stood up as I heard her coming out. "Wow!" I said as Tina emerged wearing a short red skirt and tight white top. Her legs were in nylons and I could see the clips of her suspender belt pushing under her tight skirt. "You look great!" "Thanks" she replied hurriedly and adjusted her boobs slightly as she bent to slip her shoes on. "Your husband is nuts to let you out like that!" "Oh," she said, "As far as Roland is concerned I am staying at my sisters, shit, if he knew I was going out,.. well he just would not let me!" "What a loser, I said, " I admit Tina, if you were mine, I would keep you in alright, in the bedroom" I blushed as I realised what I said. "Behave!" She laughed, "I am nearly older enough to be your mum!" My heart was racing a bit, "Well it is a good job my mum never looks this good." I had no idea were that came from, but was aware of my cock growing again in my pants. Tina walked over to me and put a finger to my lips and said, "Quiet young man, or you could get into trouble!" "Mmm," I giggled, "I would hate mum to have to telll me off!" her eyes glanced down and she saw the bulge in my trousers. She slapped my face lightly, "Don't talk to me like that, you have respect!" "Fuck!" I said, in surprise and her face went stern, "What did you say!?" She sounded angry. "uh, what?" I replied, what had I said, why had she slapped me? Why was my cock so hard? Tina obviously saw the confusion and shock on my face and she spoke more gently, "is that what you would say to your mother?" "Er no, Tina" I said, my mouth dry as a bone, "Sorry" She laughed and stepped closer, I smelt her perfume, "Just relax... so what would you say to your mother if she went out dressed like this? What would you think?" I felt mesmerised by her face, " I suppose I would think she was going to get lucky, but she would never go out like this, she wouldn't look like this!" "Like what?" she asked "Sexy." I answered and gulped, "horny!" She stepped closer still, I felt her boobs push into my chest, I was hot and thought I might catch fire! "Well, mummy is horny, Harry, mummy is very is very horny!" she put her hand onto my hard on and I gasped. "Oh, Tina," I breathed. She started to rub me, "Don't call me Tina," she said and she put her lips to mine and our tongues met as she kissed me gently. I put my hands to her backside and pulled her close as I thrust my tongue into her mouth. She kissed me back just as hard and then she pushed me back, "I have dreamt about this," she said as I sat down on the desk and leant back. She was undoing my trousers and I lifted my bum up so she could slip them and my boxer shorts off. I have always been proud of my cock, it is a nice slim 7 inches and the look of delight on Tina's face pleased me. "Oh Tina," I said, I have dreamt of this too, "please suck me" She slapped my thigh and made me jump, " I said don't call me Tina... I don't want to be Tina" She closed her hand around my shaft and slowly moved it up and down, she was feigning a sad look. "Who do you want to be?" I asked softly. Her response took me by surprise, "I want to be your mummy... can I be your slutty mum, please?" I was a bit confused, but was very taken with the situation. Tina continued to stroke my hard on and looking at me with her cute eyes. I lay back and let out a deep, excited breath, "Oh yes please, mum! Please take my cock in your mouth!" I shut my eyes and Tina giggled. The next thing I felt was her hot, wet mouth slipping onto my hard cock. Her mouth was slippery and full of saliva. She sank her mouth onto it and then her chin met her hand. She got into rhythm straight away, sucking my tip in and out of her mouth while she wanked it from the base up. She was hot and I realised it had been too long since anyone had sucked me. I sat up so I could see. She must have been on her knees, I could see her head and shoulders but the rest of her was out of view because of the desk. I sat up further and was most pleased to see her spare hand had lifted up her skirt and was in her knickers. "Mum, are you playing with your pussy?" I asked. "Mmmhum" came the dick filled reply. "Mum, you are hot!" I said, "You look so slutty, sucking my cock and frigging your pussy like that!" She made the same noise and I saw her smiling around my cock. "It makes me hot and makes me want to fuck!" This made her pull her mouth away from my dick and I felt the cold air wash over my wet helmet. "Well, if my son, wants to fuck, then maybe he should fuck! She said. As she stood up she pulled her knickers off and she sat on the edge of my desk and lay back. I stood before her, my cock hard as a rock in front of me. As I moved towards her, I held it and pointed it straight to her wet pussy. Tina lifted her legs in anticipation, but I stopped and instead dropped to my knees. I could smell her juices from where she had been playing with herself. "Your pussy smells good, mum!" I licked the length of her juicy crack and she groaned as I said, "it tastes good to..." I put my tongue straight to work using my fingers to part her lips. She was wet and tasted great, I poked my tongue right in and groaned loudly to let her know I liked it. I felt her hands on the back of my head as I lapped at her like a dog. I pulled her wide open and exposed her hard clitoris, my target was in sight, I planted my lips over it and sucked it into my mouth. I heard her gasp in delight and then she squealed as I licked it with my tongue. Her legs closed in on my head so I knew that I was hitting the spot. She got louder and was nearly screaming. I let go of her clit with my tongue and rubbed it with my thumb, I wanted to explore a bit while I was here. "Hold you legs up please, mum." I asked her very politely and she obliged. Still rubbing her clit I moved my head back and looked at her pussy, it was glistening in the light. I flicked it gently with the tip of my tongue and then ventured south. I let my tongue tickle on her perineum and she moaned deeply. I looked up with my eyes and saw her fingers clawing into her legs where she was holding them, this poor girl is in torture I thought to myself. I made sure she was mid-groan when I moved my tongue further down and rested it on her little arsehole. She had a cute little hole and guessing by the hard resistance to my tongue it was virgin too. As I had hoped she reacted well to my tongue here. I made sure not to push too hard, but just tease her rim with my tongue and let her feel it getting wet. She started breathing hard and I thought for a moment that she was having an asthma attack! I saw her fingers clawing again and knew that my time was right. I love eating pussy like this so I was still hard as a rock. I stood up quickly and moved forward pushing my whole cock into her and laying on top of her. Her face was a grimace of pleasure and I put my lips to hers quickly, kissing her deeply again. She moaned into my face as I began grinding my cock into her tight wet pussy. "You are a hot mum!" I whispered in her ear and felt her nails digging through my shirt into my back. "Uuugghhh," came her reply, "Fuck me, fuck me!" then her words got lost in wails of delight. She came loudly while I thrust into her and her wails seemed to become whoops of success. I like her being noisy and my hard thrusting made me want to come. I began grunting into her ear and pushing even harder. "Wait," Tina said, "don't come in me!" I didn't get the chance to argue and she pushed me off her. I fell back onto the desk behind me and as if it were instantaneous her mouth was on my cock where her pussy had just been. She wanked me hard and I soon started shooting into her mouth, "Aaaghhh, mum!" I cried out as she sucked me into her mouth. I lay back on the desk while she drank my come, I noticed not a drop came back out of her mouth and I complimented her on this later. I was spent and she lay her head on my chest as we both took a moment to catch our breath. She looked up at me and she looked tearful, I didn't know what to say. "I never had you down as kinky!" Was the best I could come up with. She just giggled. She didn't meet up with her friends that night and she ended up staying a couple of nights at her sisters!! She soon explained that she had stopped taking the pill, she hadn't envisaged having sex ever again, hence why I couldn't come inside her. This was no problem, I soon showed her somewhere I could come where this didn't matter... And she loved that too. Tina Fantasy isn't reality, this is fantasy... * She is my nephew's girlfriend and I don't know when I first started lusting after her. First let me describe her, 5'4'' brown hair and deep hazel eyes. Ordinary you say, but once you see her body, Oooh!! What a treat.. Round grapefruit size tits and an ass that just won't quit, I especially like women with nice asses (Latina style) and she has that. Always dressed in tight t-shirts, hugging her chest and baring her cute little belly. Jeans that form to her ass and pussy mound like they are painted on. I've always had a fetish about younger women, she's 23 by the way and I'm forty. I don't know if it's because I think that they are more open sexually but the willingness to experiment with an older man is always worth their while. When I first met her she seemed ordinary, but once she moved to our town for university, I got to know her better and saw that she had that sparkle in her eyes that said, I love playing dangerously. While she was at university my nephew stayed home with his parents, about 4 hours away, so she came over to our house quite often and we considered her part of our family. My wife is unaware of my lust for her and I intend to keep it that way. Fast forward 3 years, she's out of university and while waiting to get a job in her field of study, she's hired in a major Hotel as house cleaning supervisor. This means that she's the one assigning the maids as to which rooms they have to clean, and checking after them once they are done. All of this brings us to our first sexual encounter; you needed some of this background for the story to make sense. I work from a home office and I was having some work done inside the house, which meant that I couldn't see clients at my house while this was happening. I had been working on this big contract for almost a year and when the CEO of the company informed me that she would be in town and wanted to meet, I rented a suite at the Hotel that Tina works in, so that we could meet and iron out any details that needed to be addressed. We worked through the day until about 3 o'clock that afternoon and finalized the contract; I thought I was on cloud nine!! But I didn't know what was going to happen in less than 15 minutes. Sheila, the CEO of the company with whom I had the meeting, was staying in the same Hotel, so she told me "I'm going to go to my room and freshen up. Let's meet in 2 hours in the restaurant to celebrate". As she was leaving the suite, Tina just happened to be passing by in the hallway and saw this woman leaving the room and while looking inside saw me there. I just saw her eyes light up when she saw me. I thought: Oh shit! What is she thinking? I closed the door and less than 2 minutes after there was a knock. I open the door and there is Tina and she looked pissed. I asked her what's wrong and she goes into the fact that I got caught with another woman and that she doesn't know what she should do about it since she likes my wife and me, and that she wasn't sure if she could keep this a secret. My mind was going a hundred miles a minute and I sensed an opportunity to make fantasy a reality. Even though my wife knew where I was and with whom, Tina didn't know this. I told her that it wasn't what it looked like and tried to explain what was really going on. But she didn't believe me and that's when I put my, quickly put together, plan into action. "I'm not into older women, if I was to have an affair it would be with somebody like you." She looked dumbfounded so much so that when I started walking towards her and took her into my arms and started kissing her she couldn't even move. I took her non responsiveness as a sign that she wasn't opposed to what was happening and lifted her into my arms and brought her to the bedroom. As soon as I dropped her on the bed I started undressing. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Well, we're going to have our own little secret and you won't be able to tell on me, so you better start undressing, unless you want me to take what I want". The look in her eyes told me everything I wanted to know. She really liked to play dangerously and I knew I was in for a good time. "I'm not going to do anything, you're my boyfriend's uncle for crying out loud!!" she said. "If that's the way you want it, I'm going to take what I want". By that time I was undressed and starting to get hard. I'm not a giant but I do have a nice cock, around 7'' hard and thick, but what women love most about me is that I'm curved upward and one of my ex had told me once that I had a g-spot wand. This means that I rub a woman's g-spot while I fuck them, and bring them to massive orgasms. I sat down beside her and told her "don't worry, it'll be our secret". She started to get up and said "don't do this!" She had that look in her eyes again. I stood up and told her "I'm going to do this and the only way I'm going to stop is if you tell me butterfly". I had just given the safe word. I didn't know if she was aware of it or not but by this time I knew that I was going to fuck her. I started unbuttoning her uniform, one of those ugly ass dress that the Hotels all seem fond of. It took me less than 30 seconds and I had it unbuttoned all the way. I was finally going to see that magnificent body of hers. It was worth the wait!!! She had a lacy little bra and I could see that her nipples were poking out. To that she had matched a purple thong that didn't really cover anything. I dropped the dress on the floor and turned her towards the full length mirror on the opposite wall. With her back to me, I wedged my now hard cock between those two beautiful globes of hers. The feeling of her ass on my cock had me almost ready to shoot my load. Almost but not quite, I still had a lot of things that I wanted to do before it happened. "Why are you doing this to me". "Because I know that it's what you need and remember the safe word: Butterfly". Again she had that look in her eyes. With that I turned her around and pushed on her shoulders. She knew what I wanted and as soon as she was on her knees I told her "Eat me, my little cum slut". I felt her shiver at these words and then I really knew what I had to look forward to. She really knew how to handle a cock and soon I was on the verge of exploding in her mouth, but for this first time together I didn't want for it to end so soon so I told her "get up my little slut, take your panties off and lay on the bed so that I can fuck the hell out of you." As soon as I started saying this she was on the bed with her legs spread and what a prize was waiting for me. Her cunt was clean shaven and just the right shade of pink with a prominent clit made for sucking into your mouth, but that would have to wait for next time. I intended to make good on my promise and fuck her silly. Soon as I approached her, she started raising her hips unconsciously and I knew she was ready. I took her legs and put them on my shoulders and told her "take my cock and put it in your sweet cunt my little slut." Right from the first touch of my cock to her lips she was shivering and when I started to push in I now knew what the word tight meant. She was gushing sweet pussy juice all around my hard cock on every stroke, so much so that the feeling was like having a silky, wet glove around my cock. "oh yes!!" she kept on saying. "Fuck I'm gone cum, fuck me you fucking bastard...harder..harder..IIIII"m cummiiiiing!!!!" That's when the fountain litteraly exploded, she was squirting so much that I had pussy cum to my knees, it felt like somebody had opened up a water hose and was drenching our thighs with it. She was surprised that so much juice was coming from her pussy, obviously she never had a g-spot orgasm before. But more was to come!! I kept my pace steady, not too rapid but also not too slow, I wanted to keep her on that high that I knew she would love and would always come back for more. My cock was sawing in and out of her so easily, even though she was still very tight, that I knew I would have to take her to the next high soon or be in danger of loosing it myself. All this time she was moaning incoherent things but once in a while it would clearly come out as "fuck me...fuck me...I'm your little cum slut..I'll always be your little cum slut for the taking." That's when I started really hammering her and when I start hammering like that my dick gets rigid like a bar of steel and starts really pushing against the g-spot. She really started to lose it at this point, she was constantly gushing and every 30 seconds or so she would have another orgasm. I knew I wanted to time my cum with her biggest one, which was just around the corner and I started telling her "cum for me my little slut..cum for your favorite uncle.. let it go..." That's when it started, my balls were boiling for their own release and she let go yelling I'm cumming over and over again. Her pussy juice were coming out just like when a man comes and then she layed still, hardly breathing and I knew she had fainted from the intensity of that last orgasm. During that last orgasm I had mine also but she hardly could have noticed it since she was delirious with her own. I put her legs down from my shoulders and slipped my cock out of her worn hole. There's nothing that compares to seeing your own cum slowly slipping out of a woman you just fucked unconscious. Even though there was an ocean of pussy juice on the bed, I layed beside her and started trying to bring her back to the world of the living. "Here my little cum slut, you got to get dressed and get back to work before they start looking for you, I wouldn't want you to get fired because of me." She came around and got up, when she bent to pull her panties up I grabbed her from behind and said " when is your next day off and is my nephew off on the same day." "Wednesday and no," was her reply. "Why do you want to know?" "Because my little cum slut, I intend to come and visit you on that day and I will be taking that sweet ass of yours." She shivered at the thought and said "I'll be ready and waiting for you my master." We've been having fun since then, at least once a week I see her and true to her words she is always ready and waiting. Tina Este noapte, târziu... Tocmai ce am ieșit de la un concert de muzică ușoară -- nu contează care!... Mă apropii și... -- Sărutmâna! Nu se uită la mine, pune capul în pământ și... accelerează... N-are cum să-mi facă față! Țin pasul cu ea... Problemă greu de tratat, dar nici nu vreau să abandonez: -- Domnișoară, zău că nu e cazul să alergăm, că nu suntem echipați corespunzător! Este, clar, surprinsă de comentariul meu... Mi se adresează, cam răstit din punctul meu de vedere: -- Cine, sau ce... te crezi?... Mă prezint cine sunt. După ceva ezitări, se prezintă și ea. Este Tina. O iau, din scurt: -- Uite, vreau să te rog să mă lași să te conduc până acasă, fără nici un fel de obligații!... Tace, dar... încetinește. Este înaltă, peste unu optzeci cu siguranță, brunetă ca cioara, slabă iască, dar cu dotări corespunzătoare în toate compartimentele -- ce nu-mi place la ea este că are cam prea multe brățări, ba de scoici, ba de mărgele, ba de piele -- chestii de-alea, cu cruciulițe și alte parascovenii... Nu le am pe-astea! Nu-mi plac și nici nu-mi place când le văd pe mâinile altora... În timp ce ne îndreptăm spre stație, apoi în autobuz, se scapă și-mi spune că e studentă la nu importă aici ce facultate, că practică judo, că are, deja, nu mai țin minte ce centură, căcaturi... Eu, oricum, n-am de gând să mă bat cu ea, că nu asta este ideea!... Este puțin debusolată, explicându-mi, în clar, că, de regulă, băieții, auzind ce face, se cam lasă pe tânjală... Îi explic și eu, glumeț, că, dacă chiar vrea, îi pot arăta ce pot, fără să-i rup oasele... Se cam oftică... Mă întreabă: -- Vrei să... ne batem? -- Ferească Dumnezeu! Ajunși la ea acasă, nu vrea să-mi lase vreun număr de telefon, chestii, trestii, socoteli... Că să vin mâine, după cinci, în fața blocului, dar... că nu-mi promite nimic!... Eu, băiat ca lumea, nu tocmai hămesit, mă gândesc s-o las baltă... Totuși! Hai să-ncerc! Ce-o să fie?!?... Una peste alta, o oră pierdută!... Nu apar eu bine, că apare și farfuza... Probabil că și-a făcut punct de observație în balcon... Eu, ce să fac? Îi iau mâna și i-o sărut, că, vorba bancului, sunt gentleman, ce pula mea!... I-a căzut, e clar, inima-n pizdă -- face orice ca să mă simt eu bine... O invit la o cofetărie din centru -- Casa Capșa... Acceptă, fără rețineri... În fine, ajunși la locație, că ea nu prea le are cu dulciurile, că siluetă, chestii... What the fuck?!?... Stă în față cu o felie de tort Mareshall!... E nebună?!?... Eu, recunosc, mă înfig serios în problemă... Dacă-i tâmpită, treaba ei!... Termin porția mea, apoi mă uit, hulpav, la felia ei: -- Mănânci, sau ce faci?!?... -- Hai s-o împărțim!... Taie, cu lingurița, o jumătate de felie și mi-o dă... O bag la jgheab, cu entuziasm patriotic!... Îi place prăjitura, doar că nu vrea să devină vreo... grasă!... Eu, slab ca iasca, ce să zic?!?... O întreb, totuși: -- Tu, de alergări prin parcurile patriei, n-ai auzit?!?... Că n-are timp, n-are condiții, chestii... Mă uit în ochii ei, adânc: -- Copchile, la cum arăți, cel puțin pentru moment, nu cred că e cazul să-ți faci griji!... -- Nu e niciodată prea devreme să-ți iei măsuri de precauție!... În fine, plecăm lejer, spre Cișmigiu. Parcul, ca de obicei, foarte frumos -- luăm loc pe o bancă și fumăm câte o țigară... Nu forțez, că n-are rost!... De ce să mă rog eu de ea, când, cu răbdare, o pot face să vrea ea?... Mai vorbim, de una, de alta, apoi o conduc înapoi, acasă. De data asta, se îndură de mine și-mi dă numărul de telefon, urmând ca sâmbătă, după ce vin acasă, s-o sun... Mă țin de cuvânt, iar ei, o simt, nu-i vine să creadă că, în loc să pedalez ca să ne întâlnim în ziua respectivă, îi propun să ne vedem a doua zi, duminica, pe la douăsprezece... E de-a dreptul debusolată, deci mi-am atins scopul. Iarăși plimbări, fără prăjituri de data asta, ci doar cu o bere la o cârciumă. Nu-i fac avansuri, nu o invit să-mi vadă colecția de muzică, despre care, deja, i-am povestit... O conduc înapoi, la ea acasă și, în fața blocului, îi sărut, ceremonios, mâna. I-e clar că nu mă aștept să mă invite la ea, să-i cunosc părinții, chestii... Îmi spune că vrea să meargă la un film -- îi promit că mă interesez și că o s-o sun la telefon... Fac gestul, destul de rar în cazul meu, să mă duc la casa de bilete și să cumpăr două bilete -- de regulă, aștept la un bilet în plus, cum se zice și n-am probleme... O sun, îi povestesc ce, când și cum... Tot așa, mă postez în fața blocului, o întâmpin, apoi mergem la film... Nu tu mângâieri, mozoleli, chestii!... De data asta, însă, îi promit s-o scot în oraș sâmbăta... Nu ajung bine acasă, că sună telefonul -- este Tina, care, zăpăcită, a uitat că sâmbătă trebuie să meargă la ziua unei colege, ocazie cu care mă invită și pe mine... Nu refuz invitația, dar nici nu dau pe spate de încântare... La petrecere, oameni tineri, dar cu bun simț, cel puțin până la un punct... Doar două boarfe se iau de mine, că de unde mă cunosc eu cu Tina... Răspunsul este standard, bine exersat în timp, că astea-s treburi care ne privesc pe Tina și pe mine. Se cam oftică fetele, dar intervine Tina și o face cu elan, cu vervă, cu dușmănie chiar... Fetele-și mută fustele în altă parte... Dansăm, ocazie cu care apuc să pun și eu labele pe fată -- e bună, nu zic nu, dar n-am adus-o încă la faza să dea în trepidații... O mai las, că nu-i problemă!... Mă port, de la decent în sus, chiar dacă unii, în jurul nostru, mai au puțin și trec la dezechipare!... Îi șoptesc, la ureche: -- Tina, am senzația că s-a băut cam prea mult -- poate că e cazul să ne cărăbănim!... Îmi dă dreptate. Plecăm și, găsind un taxi, îi dau șoferului adresa Tinei. Asta, e clar, o debusolează rău, rău de tot!... O invit a doua zi, duminică, la o plimbare în parc... Acceptă, dar, se vede pe ea, cu tot întunericul, e fiartă! Înainte de a coborî din taxi, se repede și mă sărută, cast, pe obraz. Eu, conform obiceiului, îi sărut mâna... A doua zi, în parc, necazuri: că... ce-i cu mine, că... dacă-mi place de ea, de ce nu-i arăt... O prind de ceafă și, lejer, îi bag limba între amigdale... Nu se sfiește, nu se codește, dar mă respinge, apoi mă ia de mână și aproape că mă trage după ea. Mergem într-o zonă mai retrasă, cu mai multă vegetație și urcăm pe deal. Banca este liberă, așa că ne așezăm, doar că eu stau normal, iar Tina mi se urcă-n brațe și, de data asta, se chinuie ea să-mi bage limba între amigdale... Pricep ideea, așa c-o iau din scurt: -- Tina, casa mea e la doar câteva minute distanță!... Nu, vrea aici, așa, în aer liber, cu pericolul permanent de a fi surprinși de unii și de alții!... Îmi bag mâna pe sub fusta ei, îmi desfac cureaua, mă deschei la șliț, trag de chiloți în jos, lăsându-mi pula, aproape sculată, liberă... Tina sare de pe mine, apoi, rapid, își dă chiloții jos și și-i îndeasă în poșetă... Revine, de data asta băgându-și pula-n pizdă... Are, din ce simt, două caracteristici: e udă și adâncă!... Nu se mișcă ea cine știe ce, dar... dârdâie!... N-are texte, zici că-i mută!... Stăm așa, cu dânsa bine înfiptă-n-trânsa, mai bine de o oră! Culmea, nu apare nimeni care să ne strice cheful!... Habar n-am de câte ori s-a slobozit, dar sunt, recunosc, îngrijorat să nu-mi păteze pantalonii... Pantalonii de velur maro, slobozul, cum îl știți, numai bine!... Simt cum mă apropii, vertiginos, de momentul exploziv -- să-mi dau drumul în ea, în nici un caz! Îmi vine o idee: -- Pui mic, hai că sunt aproape! Ne oprim, mergem la mine și continuăm. -- Nuuuuuuu! Termini acolo, că mâine sau poimâine trebuie să-mi vină ciclul! Teoretic, are dreptate. Dar, după ce s-a slobozit de atâtea ori, mai ales că, e clar, nu face sex zilnic, nu este exclus, că s-au mai văzut cazuri, să ne trezim cu o surpriză cu ochi, urechi și celelalte componente... Îi spun și ei chestia asta, apoi, aproape forțat, o ridic din pulă. Ca să fie tacâmul complet, vin și cu argumentul suprem: -- Hai că am acasă și anticoncepționale, așa că o să fim liniștiți! Mă chinui eu un pic cu chiloții, pe care, normal, trebuie să-i bag la spălat, cu pantalonii, apoi plecăm. Între timp mi-a scăzut și mie erecția, așa că nu sunt probleme. Tina nu se mai obosește să-și pună chiloții pe ea. Îmi spune, puțin îngrijorată: -- Sper că nu stai prea departe, că la cât sunt de udă, mi-e teamă să nu mi se scurgă ceva, naibii, pe picioare! Ajunși la mine, fără evenimente neplăcute, ne dezbrăcăm, ocazie cu care observ că pe chiloții mei sunt niște pete cu tentă roșiatică. O pun să verifice -- într-adevăr, faptul că ne-am jucat atât de mult și de profund, i-a provocat ciclul. Înjură, destul de birjărește, comentând: -- Tocmai când mă simțeam și eu atât de bine!... Scot un prosop mare, îl împăturesc și-l întind pe pat. Nu trebuie să-i desenez: -- Hai!... Se așează cu fundul pe prosop și nu trebuie să-i ridic eu picioarele, pentru că și le ridică ea singură. O pătrund și, dacă în parc, pe bancă, aproape că am stat nemișcați, de data asta, fiind eu deasupra, preiau inițiativa și o pompez, tare și cu forță!... Se pare că pauza de plimbare până la mine m-a făcut să mă îndepărtez de momentul ejaculării, așa că, deși o pompez puternic, tot mai stăm cu dânsa-n-trânsa vreo douăzeci de minute!... În fine, în poziția în care suntem acum, o mai și doare un pic, dar nu atât de tare încât să trebuiască să mă controlez cât i-o bag. E bine, cu siguranță, pentru că a reușit, iarăși, să termine de câteva ori. Nu las să mi se înmoaie de tot, că i-o scot, o prind de mână și fugim la baie, direct în cadă. Am făcut bine, pentru că deja Tina are destul de mult sânge -- mă așteptam eu! În fine, ne spălăm în părțile esențiale, apoi o întorc cu spatele la mine și-i șamponez umerii, coloana, dodoleața... Nu-i pot vedea fața, dar, din ce o simt, îi place ce-i fac. Când mai pun mâna și pe lufă și încep s-o scarpin, deja geme de plăcere... Nu mă grăbesc și o frec cu simț de răspundere, s-o fac să se simtă bine. Se tot uită în jos, între picioare, bănuiesc eu. O întreb ce o preocupă, dar când îi spun că am o cutie cu tampoane, se potolește -- era disperată pentru că a venit nepregătită pentru eveniment... Reveniți în cameră, îi dau un tampon și-și pune chiloții pe ea. Îmi mărturisește că-i pare tare rău că mi-a făcut o astfel de surpriză. O liniștesc, că nu-s probleme, că așa s-a întâmplat și basta. Aduc o sticlă cu vodcă și două pahare, apoi fumăm. Mă uit, cu jind, la sfârcurile ei. O umflă râsul: -- Hai că ți-am mai văzut privirile astea la cofetărie, când te uitai la prăjitura din farfuria mea! -- Păi... și acum, tot la ceva dulce și bun mă uit! Râde... După ce terminăm țigările, o iau de mână și o conduc în pat -- nu pierd timpul, îi iau sfârcurile la mozolit, lins, supt, mușcat, cum îmi place mie... Se zvârcolește și geme de mai mare dragul. Mă duc mai sus și-i iau gâtul la lins, apoi, ușor, o prind cu dinții de lobul urechii, îi bag limba în ureche... Mă oprește: -- Auzi, dă-l în pizda mă-sii de ciclu! Hai, că tot ai prosopul, s-o mai facem o dată! De data asta, o pun pe coate și genunchi și i-o bag pe la spate. Se pare că robinetul a pornit serios, întrucât, cu toate că s-a spălat, intru destul de ușor, iar când mă retrag văd clar că am pula plină de sânge... Fut la ea așa vreo jumătate de oră, alternând masatul bucilor curului cu palparea, cu degetul mare, a intrării în curuleț... O dă pe hăuleli, de mai mare dragul! Nu știu dacă chiar azi, dar neapărat trebuie să-i testez și boticul, să văd dacă vrea, dacă-i place... În fine, o întorc, din nou, cu roțile-n sus și arde-o! Pompe, ciocane, timp în care mă joc cu mamelele ei de femeie excitată, chiar dacă e pe ciclu -- am deja sânge și pe floci, iar de coaie nu mai vorbesc. În sfârșit, vine și momentul exploziei... Când vede în ce hal sunt de mânjit de sânge, începe cu scuzele -- ce mă fac eu cu fata asta?... În fine, după ce ne spălăm, mă roagă să-i dau voie să sune acasă, să-i informeze pe ai ei că rămâne, peste noapte, la mine. Ne îmbrăcăm și coborâm până la o cârciumă din apropiere. Reveniți acasă, îmi mărturisește că nu știe ce-i cu ea, dar tot excitată se simte, însă se jenează de mine că mă murdărește. Nici măcar nu mă mai obosesc să-i răspund, ci pur și simplu întind prosopul pe pat, apoi încep să mă dezbrac. Sare din fotoliu și-mi vine în brațe -- ne sărutăm cu foc, cu o pasiune de zici că vrem să ne mâncăm unul pe celălalt. Între timp, ca să nu stăm degeaba, ne și dezbrăcăm -- îmi place de sfârcurile ei de mor! Îmi vine să i le mănânc, ceea ce aproape că și fac, de-o fac să țipe, disperată, dar... mă lasă. O întind pe pat, apoi, finuț, o prind de ceafă și-i sugerez să coboare. E limpede că pricepe ce vreau de la ea. Mă prinde cu mâna de pulă, mi-o mângâie, apoi mi se uită-n ochi: -- Dacă ții neapărat, o fac, nu asta este problema, însă să știi că n-o fac bine. Oricum, o să te ling un pic, pentru că tu oricum ești deja tare, iar eu am o mâncărime între picioare... -- Lasă, nu mă mai linge, hai mai bine să te scarpin!... A fost o relație frumoasă. Nu ne întâlneam prea des, însă atunci când venea la mine, rămânea toată noaptea. Știa că nu era singura femeie din viața mea. Ea, în schimb, cel puțin așa susținea, nu o făcea decât cu mine: -- Nu pot fi femeia mai multor bărbați! Habar n-am dacă era așa, sau nu. Oricum,știa bine că nu ne leagă decât sexul, așa că la momentul când și-a găsit un tip cu care să se combine și sentimental, a venit și m-a anunțat. Nu ne-am certat niciodată. De altfel, nici nu cred că am fi avut motive, mai ales că atunci când mergeam pe la câte o petrecere eu aveam întotdeauna bunul simț să nu încerc să mă agăț de vreo altă fustă. Apropos de fustă, eu pe fata asta n-am văzut-o niciodată purtând pantaloni, indiferent de anotimp, iar la munte nu am mers împreună niciodată. Îmi spunea că, pur și simplu, nu-i place. În schimb, era ahtiată după mare și deseori, vara, trăgea de mine să mergem la ștrand. La mare, am făcut și nebunii, mergând la nudiști. O distra să mă facă să mă excit, ca să fiu nevoit să mă arunc pe burtă. O dată, găsind un loc mai retras, am făcut și sex, acolo, pe plajă. Nu eram singurii, mai erau și alții, la o oarecare distanță, care făceau același lucru. Deh, eram tineri, un pic nebuni și dezinhibați! În ce privește dodoleața, nu o pasiona fututul în cur, dar nici nu mă refuza. Oricum, nici eu nu insistam s-o facem, știind clar că ei nu-i place -- după ce i-o trăgeam în fofoloancă la greu, doar mă slobozeam în curul ei, chestie pe care o suporta cu oareșcare stoicism, dacă mă pot exprima astfel. SFÂRȘIT Tina, A Night To Remember Wow, I thought as I arose from bed. I can’t believe I did that last night. The experiences were amazing and I will always cherish them. You see, I am an 18 yr old man who has a thing for older women. Women who have aged a little, who appreciate a man’s body and wants and desires. Women who have grown into a little different type of body than a girl in college. I was on the internet in a chat room talking to a few friends when I noticed that a newbie had arrived. I looked up her profile and she was amazingly gorgeous. She had a beautiful smile, bright eyes, and a body that was to die for. She was about a size 12, looking amazingly sexy, with large breasts and nice hips that I knew were hiding a great ass. I decided to say hello, and to my surprise, she responded. I found out her name was Tina, she had just turned 32, and she had one daughter. She lived about twenty minutes from me. She was a beautiful Mexican woman and I told her I would love to meet her sometime. She said she would rather get to know me first. As we were talking, I asked her what she liked in a man. She happened to mention “a man who knows and enjoys sensuality”. Now, even though I was only 18, I knew a thing or two about sensuality. Call, it “Research Accomplished” instead of always trying to just cum from sex. I guess I am a huge tease or something in the bedroom. Ok, So I responded by telling her that I love to kiss, and that I cannot stand a woman who does not know how to kiss, or who cannot explore my body with her hands as I am kissing her. Well, I must have gotten her excited because she immediately said she wanted to meet me. I came over to her house to pick her up, but she said she would rather stay at home, she had made dinner and we could watch a movie. Seeing that getting in her apartment was probably a good thing, I agreed. We made small talk, I kept checking her out as she would walk, finish cooking, and the way her lips moved as she talked. She was amazing looking, and she didn’t seem like she was putting on a front or playing games. I guess I was attracted to how natural she was. After dinner, we had moved onto her couch and watched a movie. She had placed her hand on the back of my neck and was playing with my hair almost throughout the whole movie. It had started to rain outside and I suggested she open a window to let the air in and to listen to the rain. She smiled and opened it, and I watched her ass wiggle as she walked, it was a great ass like I thought it would be. When she returned to her seat, the credits were rolling in the movie and there was a soft music so I asked her to dance. She giggled, but got up and we slow danced I her living room. She smelled fantastic and I leaned in to kiss her neck. I just gave her two or threee little kisses on her neck, and then moved over to her lips and placed a very soft, lips only kiss, maneuvering her lower lip in between mine. We moved back over to the couch after the credits were done and she put the t.v. on. It didn’t distract me though, as She asked me to rub her neck. I said I would, but to lie down first. I slowly rubbed her shoulders, her neck, and then slipped my hand underneath her shirt to rub the muscles knotted in her back. I then asked her to remove her shirt so I could rub her back better. I was rubbing her back and neck, and decided to lean in and kiss the back of her neck again. I moved her hair, and kissed the back, then blew softly on the spot my lips were. I repeated this motion over and over, all over her back. I then turned her over and kissed her lips again softly. MY hard on was pressing through my jeans and she was sort of pressing her crotch up into me to feel it. She unbuttoned my shirt and ran her hands over my chest, looking at me hungrily. We kissed, and cuddled and ran our fingers over each others bodies for about an hour, just heightening each others, sexual awareness. I started to slowly kiss down her front, teasing her by kissing her breasts, and then flicking my tongue at her hard, erect nipples. I even nibbled on one, lightly brushing my teeth over the nipples, and then kissing them before I blew on them. She was shuddering and her stomach would convulse involuntarily as I did that. I kissed down her stomach and unbuttoned her jeans. She looked at me as if she wasn’t expecting me to do this, But I love tasting a woman and pulled off her pants in one tug. It was gorgeous, she had a full triangle of hair neatly framed by two sexy, creamy thighs. I slowly parted her thighs, kissing and sucking each one over and over, each time letting my lips brush against her pussy in a flirtatious manner that made her sigh with relaxation. I enjoyed the scent of this woman like I have never enjoyed anything before. I leaned in and let my tongue push each one of her lips apart, slowly opening to give me access, my upper lip moving over her hair and my goatee tickling her thighs and ass. I let my tongue explore her vaginal walls and slid my hands around her thighs feeling her cool, soft skin. I looked up at her and she was just lying with her head back, moaning. I then moved my hands to pull her lips open and found her clit. I rubbed my tongue up the right side only, pushing it to the side with constant pressure and then softly blowing on it also. She was now looking at me. I then repeated the motion on the left side. She moaned as an orgasm built up inside of her. I the place my lips in her clit and sucked it Very, Very hard compared to the gentleness I had previously displayed. She screamed and started to shake uncontrollably as she orgasmed and pulled my hair. As her orgasm subsided, I resumed the soft licking to the sides of her clit, placing pressure at the top and pushing my tongue downard until it sort of plopped into her waiting pussy. I then took my tongue and licked lower on her pussy, feeling skin, until I felt a soft little button of her ass. She was Definitely looking at me now as I raised her thighs and teased a little bit of her asshole. I then took one finger and stuck it slowly into her asshole. She was begging me not to stop, but not to go any further. My right hand was then inserting a finger into her pussy until I could press both fingers together, rubbing the vaginal and anal walls together simultaneously. Tina was going wild. She couldn’t take it anylonger and started to pull my pants off and tugging at my boxers until my cock, now free, slapped her in the face. She asked me if I liked getting sucked off, and I said yes and she extended her tongue to the base of my cock, slowly licking the bottom until she got to the tip and them closed her lips around the head of my erection. She then moved her mouth slowly down and then up again, and let my cock out saying it was too thick to deep throat. I said that’s ok and laid her down on her back on the couch again. I had one foot resting on my shoulder and her other foot was spread wide off the sofa. I then rubbed my head up and down her waiting pussy, making sure it was lubricated and teasing her the whole time. She asked me to push it in and I started to but then removed it to slide it up and down again. She was getting frustrated. I then slowly inserted my cock into her and let her grasp at my thickness with her slick, tight pussy. I moved so that I was off of the couch sort of kneeling letting the tip of my cock point skyward as I thrusted in and out of her. I must have hit her G-spot because she again started screaming and tearing at my shoulders and chest with her hands. I then laid on the ground, and she got on top of me, froggy style and started to bounce on my cock, and I could see her pussy lips as she would rise off of me and then impale herself onto me again. She then dropped her knees to the ground and I grabbed her ass and she rode me, grinding her hips into mine. I knew I was close and told her I was going to cum. She leaned over to me and said to bite her nipples as I exploded into her, a volcano of erupting semen with nowhere to go but against her cervix. She laid on top of me, kissing my earlobes until my now flaccid penis dripped out of her pussy and we both collapsed on the floor, ready to sleep. I woke up and we went to her bedroom where she crawled onto the bed with her ass in the air. I got behind her with my morning hard on ready and slid it into her already wet pussy. I grabbed her hips and started to thrust into her, feeling my balls slap against her with each movement. She came crying out that she loved it and that she loved doggy more than anything. She then reached between her legs, and softly tickled my balls. I came instantly. I couldn’t believe it. A soft graze of my balls cause me to lose control and I cam in her again. I ended up seeing her over the next couple of months, and the sex was amazing, but A great friendship came out of that and I know that anytime I need a friend, I can call Tina and go back to Sacramento and have a place to sleep, cry, whatever. I am now 25 and she is pushing 40, I wonder if I can re-create the magic and sexual excitement we had the first night we met?