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Turning 21

By: angel18andready



I went to spend the week at my uncles house when my apartment was being worked on. He lived alone and had plenty of room so I didn't turn it down when he offered. I had just turned 21 a few days before I had not even had a chance to really celebrate because of all the trouble with the water in my apartment. On the first night of my stay my uncle Bob offered to take me out to drink and to have a few drinks if I wanted. I seen no harm in going out for a little celebration.

We went to the Olive Garden and had a very lovely meal. I was not used to anyone spending that kind of money on me or taking me to such a nice place. After we left there he asked if I wanted to go to a club , bar or anyplace like that since I just had turned 21. I was really thinking about it when I noticed a club up in front of us called the Crystal Pistol. I asked him what kind of bar that was and he laughed and said it wasn't my type of place. It kind of made me angry cause I was always told I wasn't old enough or mature enough for shit the whole time I was growing up. I asked him what he meant by that because I was very grown up. Then I told him to pull in there I wanted to go check it out.

He just smiled then pulled in and parked. As we came in the music was thumping. The guy at the door asked for my id and I handed it over. He looked up at me as if to undress me then said go ahead in as my uncle paid the 20 dollar cover charge. As soon as I got into the main room I knew why he had said what he did. I scanned the room and noticed that all the female were topless and some of them were bottomless. There were girls dancing nude and half nude all over the place. I thought to myself great I got myself into this one. I was going to try to make the best of it and was willing to stay just to prove I was ok with it. 

My uncle Bob began to buy me drink after drink. He would order something different every round and said he wanted me to try all the different flavors of mixed drinks. It did not take to much of that till I was drunk and I mean as in very drunk. Some girls came over and my uncle had them give me a lap dance. They were all over me and to be honest I was getting quite horny. This went on for a few hours and soon I told him I was ready to leave.

He helped me up and get to the car then we began to drive home. I couldn't wait to get to bed I was thinking how I was going to finger myself till I came. I know I am a female but to be quite honest I really loved to masturbate. I was always told by everyone that it was a guy thing but I did not care I liked it and that is all that maters. 

When we got to the house he helped me out of the car and into the house. By this time I could hardly stand up. We walked thru the door and he leaned me over the arm chair and left me there. I ask him what the fuck. He told me he had to close the door. The next thing I felt was my skirt going up and my panties being ripped off from me. I fought and struggled but the drinks had proven to strong and I couldn't get away. He kept telling me it would be ok but I continued to verbally protest by saying no and asking him to stop. 

After a short struggle I was so tired I couldn't fight back I just slumped over the back of the chair with my naked ass exposed completely to him. He didn't waste any time I could hear him undressing and soon I felt his dick rubbing at my pussy. He must have been really horny because he only rubbed it up and down a few times then sank it in deep. I won't lie it felt really good. What the problem was is one he was my uncle and two he was 46. Well it didn't seem to bother him because he just banged away at my pussy like he was a mad man wanting more and more. 

After the first few minutes I crossed the line. Fuck it I thought this feels really good. So I began to push back and started asking him to fuck me harder. Well he needed no more encouragement he began to fuck me like I was a whore. He banged at my pussy for a long time. I had one orgasm after the other till I was so fucking tired I thought I was going to pass out. He must have got tired to he slowed down then pulled out. He went around and set on the couch.

I followed and set next to him. I asked if he was thru with me for the night and I added a little teenage like giggle. He told me he was tired but wanted to cum then he would let me go to bed. I pushed him back and dove into his lap with my mouth. I licked his balls till they were wet with spit. They tasted so good with my juices on them. Then I licked up his shaft and he began to moan and throb as I took it all in my mouth. Sucking on it and licking the head of it in circles. I looked up at him and told him he was a naughty uncle and if he didn't cum in my mouth I would have to tell on him. Then I went back to work on his cock. Taking it all in till it hit the back of my throat. That sent him over the edge he moaned really loud and shot a load of cum so big in my mouth I was fighting to swallow all of it. I kept sucking till he was empty. 

After we got thru I looked up at him and said thank you for a wonderful night. He looked back and smiled. I made my way to my room and tried to sleep but after an hour or so I went naked to his bed and slipped in behind him. I lay close to his body and we slept. I knew in the morning I was going to be very naughty again but, I didn't care anymore.

Turning 25



"You're sure you want to do this, then?"

I squared my shoulders and stared ahead at the window, knowing if I looked at my friend, I'd lose my nerve. "Look, I'm going to be 25 tomorrow, and there's no way in hell I'm going to turn 25 a virgin. It's embarrassing!"

"But couldn't you just go pick up some guy in a bar or something? I mean, you're going to give it up to a-a demon!"

"A faery, not a demon. Incubi are faeries...dark faeries. Lust feeding faeries. It's a common misconception." I still refused to look at her. "And if I've gotta lose it, losing it to a preternatural being is the way to go. And besides, I don't have to worry about getting any kind of disease or anything...or pregnant."

"Oh yeah? I thought the whole legend with incubi was that they stole the seed from sleeping males and used it on sleeping women."

"Yeah, well...I got him to promise not to do that."

"And you trust him?"

"I'm on the pill, dammit! I don't care! Now will you get out of here before he shows up and this ends up a threesome?"

"Okay, okay, I'm gone." I heard her move towards the door, then hesitate. "Uh, Nissa...where did you hear about this guy, anyway?"

"Trilby introduced us."

"Oh geez...you're losing your virginity with a friend of Trilby. You're losing your cherry to the friend of a freakin' hobgoblin! Are you insane?"

"Yes, now get outta here."

I heard her mutter something I probably didn't want to hear anyway, and then the door slammed as she left. Letting out a sigh of relief, I rolled over onto my back, then sat up, letting the covers fall into a bunch in my lap. Most women would have probably found something sexy to wear, a nice lace teddy or a pair of panties and a lacy bra. Me, I just sat there shivering in nothing but my skin, figuring an incubus wouldn't care about wrappings, just the package. Now I really wanted a robe, at least. So I slid out of bed and wandered over to my closet, pulling out my favorite kimono (black silk and embroidered with a blue dragon) and slipped it on. I was tying it closed when I heard a voice as smooth and silky as the kimono on my back, speak from behind me.

"Given up on me already? I'm not that late, am I?"

I gasped and whirled around, clutching the edges of my robe closed as I stared wildly at the creature leaning against the wall by the window. The room was dark except for the lamp by my bed, and the shadows fell easily on him. His great feathered wings, red as blood at the tips shading down to a deep, rich purple at the ends were curled around him, making a frame for his long, hard body. The only thing he wore was what looked like yards of black gauze wrapped around his lower body and tied at the waist. A sarong, I guess. Then I realized I was staring at his lower body a little too hard and blushed, jerking my gaze up to his face.

Faeries. I hadn't seen many, but why did it seem like all of the guys were beautiful or pretty rather than handsome? This one was extraordinarily beautiful, in a lithe, graceful, cat-like sort of way. Blood red locks mixed with burgundy and gold fell around his face and over his shoulders in a thick mane, and two great ringed horns curled back over his head. They looked kind of like gazelle horns, which put me in mind of satyrs. Well, at least incubi didn't have furry legs.

"You haven't changed your mind, have you?" he asked, watching me curiously as he pushed away from the wall. The wings swept back as he walked towards me, but as he moved around to stand close to my back, they curled around us both. I caught scent of a sharp, almost painful smell, like the smell of winter after a snowstorm. It made me think of a roaring fire in a fireplace and getting under a ton of blankets while letting someone wrap themselves around me.

Not that I'd ever done that, of course.

"N-no," I finally stammered as the situation finally struck me. I was about to have sex with a magical and sometimes evil being. I said no, but did I mean yes? What the hell was I doing?

His head bent down close to mine, and I felt sharp teeth close ever so gently on my earlobe, making me jump in alarm. Strong, warm hands clasped my shoulders, slowly kneading them, making a sweet, molten warmth flow over me. Soft lips brushed over my cheeks, and a tingling rush fled over my cheeks and over my scalp. I gave a little gasp and fell back against him, letting his arms wrap around me. I raised my hands to clasp his forearms as his lips traced what they could reach of the left side of my face. They pressed a soft kiss to the corner of my eye, then trailed over my cheekbone, along the length of jaw...I felt the tip of his tongue flick the corner of my mouth. He rubbed his cheek over the top of my head, then repeated his attentions on the right side.

His arms were the only things holding me up now, as the heat of his caresses had turned my bones to fluid gold. I let my head loll against his chest, revealing in the feel of him, knowing deep in my heart that it was just as well men meant nothing to me as none could ever compete with this. He moved one arm to lay his long fingers against the side of my face, tilting it up and to the side so that he could bring his mouth down on mine.

I wanted to scream as the tingling that had brushed my cheeks and scalp now ran amuck over my entire body. It felt like my skin was trying to jump off my bones as the goosebumps marched across my arms and legs. The arm that was still curled around my upper body slowly turned me so that I had to brace myself against his chest as he slipped a tongue between my lips. I splayed my fingers across that broad, hard expanse and gave a small whimper as his hand ran through my hair and cupped the back of my head. The other arm slipped under the kimono, his fingers idly playing over the curve of my buttocks. He gave one cheek a good, hard squeeze, then ran his fingers through the cleft, then traced the lower curve. All the while his lips fed at mine, his tongue playing with artful thrusts and passes as his hand at my head held it at the best angle for his kiss. It was simply delicious.

The hand at my back lightly traced its way up my spine, then moved forwards to cup one breast. He ran his thumb over the nipple, making it tighten and bud with the attention. The tingle had turned to a dull ache, and now it seemed to be concentrated in that one piece of flesh. My nails dug lightly into his pectorals, causing him to break off the kiss and chuckle lightly.

"This needs to move to the bed," he whispered low in my ear as he pushed the kimono off my shoulders and lifted me easily into his arms. I might as well not have weighed a thing for all I seemed to slow him down as he swept across the room. He lay me down on the bed, snapped off the light, then stepped back to let his gaze roam hungrily over me.

"Such a beautiful girl," he sighed, leaning down to run the back of his fingers lightly over my lower abdomen. The muscles jumped at the touch, but he was already trailing them up towards the valley between my breasts. He pulled one finger up the side of one mound, tracing a lazy circle around the nipple there. Then he stepped back with a strange smile on his face and began working at the knot of gauze low on his waist.

I watched at the material dropped to the floor, leaving him clad only in the cool autumn breeze blowing in from the open window. Granted, I hadn't seen many naked men, but even I knew this was a supreme example of maleness. It was also a very large example of maleness, and my thighs locked together in a nervous spasm. Any hope that he hadn't noticed was dashed as he grinned widely, his teeth a flash of white in the dark room.

"Getting nervous, Nissa?" he purred, sliding over to the bed and resting one knee on the edge. "Changing your mind?"

He crawled over me with one graceful lunge and captured my mouth again, tongue spearing between my lips as he rested his body atop mine. His body had a very solid feel, yet I only felt a very secure warmth rather than a crushing weight. It was an incredibly sensual sensation. I raised my arms to wrap around his chest, rubbing my fingertips over the flesh were his wings joined his back, making him arch back and shudder against me.

"Did I hit a spot?" I asked wryly.

"Oh, that was nice," he moaned, a pleased smile spreading across his face as his eyes closed. "Very nice. Do that again."

I brushed the tips of my fingers lightly against the flesh, and I felt something rumble deep in his chest. After a moment, I realized he was actually purring. And then I felt an even more prominent example of his contentment. A blush raced across my cheeks as he pressed himself harder against me, and I quickly moved my hands.

"Tease," he muttered petulantly, then lowered his mouth to one breast, lips closing over the waiting budded nipple. An involuntary gasp tore its way from my throat, and I closed my eyes against the returning ache that consumed my body in its grasp. His teeth and tongue were in perfect play as he suckled, nipped and licked the tight flesh until I was writhing against him and biting back the whimpers. I could feel him pressed against my inner thigh, and I moved my leg against him.

He trailed the fingers of one hand teasingly down my stomach, shifting as he did until his hand was cupped between my legs.

"Wet already?" he murmured near my ear, touching one finger to my aching clit. I let out an involuntary cry and grabbed his arm, my breath coming in painful little pants. He only grinned and began to roll it gently between thumb and forefinger as he nibbled just under my jaw. My body started to move against him under its own violation. I'd never gotten this sort of response out of myself. Either he had very clever fingers (which he did, no doubt!), or else it was just the thrill of a male's hands upon me.

Or maybe the thrill of an incubus' hands...

Then his mouth was following the path of his fingers as he gently nipped his way down along my abdomen. My breath caught as I realized his intent, and the sensory imagery was so intense that no sooner did his tongue touch the swollen nub than my whole body went up in shivering, icy hot flames. I wailed as my arms moved to grasp the pillow beneath my head in a tight grip, my body tensing with the rocking waves of the orgasm.

"My goodness," said the incubus, still between my legs with his chest resting atop my groin and wings spread like a feather blanket over my lower half. "Either you are a very sensitive young lady, or else you don't play with yourself very much."

"Little of this, little of that," I said weakly, staring at the cracked plaster of my ceiling.

I felt him nuzzle between my legs for a moment, and when he came up his lips were shining with my juices. "I love a woman that floods when she comes. Such a tasty little treat." He licked them clean with two swipes of his tongue and he grinned at me. "Plus it makes for such an easy entry. Haven't changed your mind, have you?"

"I-I don't know." I glanced down at him, still breathing hard. "Convince me?"

"Sit up." He helped me into a reclining position, then gently took my hands in his and guided them downwards. "Here, feel me. Explore." His head bent forward and his teeth grazed my ear. "Use those sweet little hands." He blew gently over the shell. "Convince yourself."

My hands curled very gently around the impressive length resting against my palms. "I don't want to hurt you."

"Incubi aren't so easily hurt. Still, no teeth if you please."

The blood rushed to my face in a mortified blush as I suddenly pictured myself going down on him. I wasn't quite ready for that. Instead, I ran a finger down the length of him, marveling at the soft skin over the hardness. He was very big to my limited experience, but I hadn't seen all that many examples.

His hand curled around mine again, tightening my fingers around his shaft. Then, holding my eyes with his, he began to slide my hand up and down. The skin really was like silk against my palm, so very soft.

"Now imagine feeling that inside of you," he said in a low, husky voice, golden eyes watching me hungrily. "Do you want it? Do you want me?"

"Yes," I ground out, my free hand reaching out to wrap around his neck and pull him down for another deep, hungry kiss. I pushed forward to rub myself against the tip of his cock, getting a deep groan for my reward. "Please yes."

He pulled my hand away and kneed my legs apart until he was kneeling between them. His hands swept over me in one spine-tingling caress, then slid under my hips, lifting them up and shifting himself until the head of his cock was pressed against me. He wrapped my legs around his narrow waist, and all the while his mouth fed at mine as he lowered himself lightly onto me.

"Sure?" he asked once more, shifting his hips meaningfully. 

"Do it!" I cried, lifting myself against him. "I want to feel you, please!"

He groaned again and braced himself over me, grinning. "Sweet Bacchus, I love a lusty virgin."

His mouth swooped down and caught mine as he thrust into me with one, smooth stroke. I knew it was going to hurt, and I did tense as a bolt of pain shot through me, but he held still after the first thrust and whispered encouraging little murmurs near my ear as he stroked a comforting hand over me. The pain quickly subsided and was forgotten completely as he began to move slowly, his thrusts eased by the recent orgasm, just slow, teasing thrusts that quickly drove me wild as I got used to the invading presence inside of me. It didn't take long before I was begging him to go faster, harder. My legs were wrapped around his waist tight enough to hurt, my arms tight enough around his neck to choke, and yet he rode on, plunging in and out, fucking me with a wild rhythm that should have been hurting like hell. But it just felt unimaginably beautiful.

I felt an already familiar surge of pleasure start to build low in my stomach, like a bud that was about to bloom. The flush on my cheeks was moving onto my scalp and down over my breasts until I imagined my entire body should have looked like one big blush. He suddenly slipped his hands underneath me and lifted me up until he was kneeling on the bed and I was straddling his lap. He leaned back a little, his hands working my hips up and down as I clung like a monkey, whimpering and gasping.

I came again as he gave a particular rough shove on my hips and thrust up at the same time, pushing himself so deep in me that my clit hit his groin. The sensation drove me over the edge again, the orgasm breaking over me like a strong, hot wind until I was screaming from the intensity. I was blind from the pleasure, blind and deaf and dumb. My body shivered and jerked against him as if I'd been electrocuted. No wonder these were known as little deaths. 

When I came back to myself I realized I was lying once again on the bed with the incubus reclining at my side, his cheek propped on one fist as he looked at me.

"Well?" he finally asked, stroking his free hand over my belly. "Worth losing your virginity?"

"Uh-huh," I said weakly, brushing a hand over my forehead. "I think I can turn 25 happy now. Happy, ecstatic, thrilled, exhausted, sore-but thank you. I doubt any of my other presents are gonna be this good."

"Hey, my pleasure!" he said with a grin. "And yours, of course. I'm not going to eat for a week, I'm so stuffed."

"Huh? What does that mean?"

"Trilby didn't tell you?" He suddenly looked a little embarrassed. "Uh, you do know what an incubus lives on, don't you?"

"Trilby said something about lust-feeding?" I made it into a question.

"Yup, and virgin lust is an incubus' version of a really rich, fattening food. We're fed for a week on a virgin...if we can find one, that is." He scooted closer and pressed himself along my side, draping one arm, leg and wing across me as he nuzzled my neck. "You were as much a present for me and I was for you."

I wasn't sure how to take that. Part of me felt I should be insulted, but then I remembered that this wasn't some sort of relationship. I'd gone into this thinking of him as nothing more than some supernatural male prostitute. Now here I lay thinking of myself as a virgin sacrifice.

"Oh. Well, um, happy birthday."

I felt him chuckle against me. "Same here, beautiful. Same here."

I really was exhausted. Already I could feel the weight of sleep starting to pull my lids down. Wasn't it guys that are supposed to fall asleep afterwards? Wasn't I supposed to demand cuddling? Wait, I was getting cuddled. Now I wanted sleep. Something told me I needed to tell him I wanted to go to sleep, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it.

Just before I dropped off altogether, I felt lips brush lightly over mine.

*** *** ***

"Wakey wakey, birthday girl! You should see the smile on your lips, kiddo. I take it Zekiel was his usual incredible sex god self last night?"

I opened my eyes to find the hobgoblin Trilby perched on my headboard like some freaky, purple-and-blue-haired vulture. Her wide, painted mouth was stretched in an evilly mischievous grin, her long, pointed ears laid back. I realized I was lying with the covers around my waist and yanked them up before grinning in reply back up at her.

I then gave a happy little stretch and slid my arms under my head. "Well, I know what I want for Christmas now."

"Good, 'cause that's what you're getting." She hopped onto the bed and smiled as she curled up against me, much like the incubus had the night before. "I love having friends that are so cheap to shop for. Happy birthday, kiddo."



Turning 30



I walk in to a strip club, I just happen to stumble across. It was the eve of my 30th birthday and I was alone by my own choice. There would be a huge bash for me upon my return but tonight I was alone. I sat down at a table. The waitress looked at my ID and asked if I was really going to be 30 in just a few hours. She brought me a drink and told me not to leave until I was officially 30. They had never had a 30-year-old woman bring in her birthday alone. 

My mind was consumed with the thoughts of what I should have done in my life so far. There were a couple strippers who caught my eye but all of a sudden there were hands covering my eyes. I heard a soft voice that said, "Why haven't you been in Lincoln?" Another had slipped up my back and asked where my blue shirt was? My response was in the car, Billy. Trinity, why did you have to scare me like that? I turned and hugged them both. They told me that the bar was going to do something special for a 30 year old woman. When they saw who it was, they told the other employees about my last trip to Lincoln. 

Immediately they took me to a private room. They did their tricks of old while they told me of my present. I could have a private whenever they wanted to give me one. They told all the girls about me and most were willing candidates. I was smiling ear to ear and then I heard a DJ voice. I asked who and they said a little blonde that went by and before they could finish, I said, "Tex"- they looked at me puzzled and said yes. I said that when they were done I was going to change my clothes and bring in my birthday. Both kissed my cheeks and walked out. I snuck out and went and changed my shirt. 

When I came back I saw Tex head for the restroom so I followed. When she came out of the stall, her eyes about popped out. She threw her arms around me and then looked at me funny and asked if I was the birthday girl. I said I was and she laughed. She told me that I was in for a good night, and then asked me what I thought of Billy. I told her quickly the story of how I met Billy. She laughed saying that she and Billy were having a fling and they were getting together after work. I walked out laughing and then went to the stage where Billy was dancing.

She teased and pleased like always and then moved on. I was stage bouncing when Trinity came up behind and grabbed the front of my shirt, saying "let's go". Who was I to deny a red-headed goddess that knew nearly everything that turned me on? She danced, rubbed and teased me and then told me she would see me later and walked out.

I stood up but a voluptuous blonde walked in alone, pushed me back and stood above me so that my nose was in her pussy. She knelt down in my lap and taking hold of my boobs, she whispered that her name was Lexus. She ran her hand up the back of my neck and I cringed. She danced for me and then she put my hand on her pussy so I worked her clit a little. She climbed off and I followed her out. 

I went to the stage again where Trinity was. She laid me on the stage and worked me over to whistles and catcalls of some jealous and turned on guys. I knew it was about Billy's turn again. About that time "Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy" came on. I looked at Tex and then I saw Billy in her cowgirl outfit. She danced around and then started dancing for people. I stayed back until the song was over. Next was "I'm Here For the Party", I stayed planted in my chair the whole song. 

Finally, her nude song was "Kiss This". I went to the stage. She wiggled and drew me into her spell with the wiggle of a finger. She was teasing me on purpose. The song ended and she came off the stage. Lexus and Jamie, a stacked red head were sitting at the bar. Billy went over to them and talked a second. They said something back and Lexus motioned for me. 

They said they needed to have a little fun without a guy starring them down so I followed them into a private room. I got comfortable and they started dancing on me. My shirt was unbuttoned which was nothing seeing that I have a set of natural DDs that they like to play with. Lexus was playing with my boobs and the next thing I knew, she had one of them out playing with my nipple. Jamie followed in suit but when I wasn't paying attention, my pants are unbuttoned and my zipper down. 

They finished unbuttoning my shirt and then Jamie stuck her boobs in my face. I felt a new set of hands on me and Jamie pulled away for Tex's hands. She climbed up, set behind my head and covered my eyes. I heard steps but most noticeable were Billy's. Her hands were on my thighs. Tex uncovered my eyes and there was Billy, just as I like her, all in black. "Do you know what time it is? 11:50, its almost time for your present." 

I looked shocked when she reached down and pulled an 8-inch vibrator out of her pussy. She asked me to put it in my pussy and then zip up. I stood up, did as I was asked and then she showed me the remote. She started it and I shivered in surprise. I sat down and she proceeded to work me up one side and down the other while playing with the remote. I was going crazy. She said something and when I said "NO," she spiked the vibrator and I jumped. I told her, you keep that up and you will have a flood on your hands. She got an evil little smile. 

I looked at Tex, she leaned down to kiss me and then she pulled away and got up. About that time a bouncer came in and picked me up. As we got in the open, I saw all the girls on stage in black; Billy was trailed me and worked the remote. Tex told the crowd what was happening to many cheers. The music started and all the girls started dancing. I was on a chair. Lexus went for the pole and very soon clothes started flying off. They slid my chair to the pole and then went around the stage dancing for people. 

Every once in a while I would get a good stiff buzz. Finally that song ended and each girl threw her G-string in my lap. They danced around me personally and the buzz had gotten stronger. Billy and Trinity came to play. Trinity climbed up, sat on my shoulders and shoved her pussy in my face. Billy played with my boobs as she grinded against me. 

Trinity slid off and pulled me down on the floor with her. Lexus sat on my face; a girl played with my boobs and a girl straddled each leg. Billy's knee was right against the vibrator, so as the music built so did the girls motions and the vibrator. I started to shake and then came uncontrollably until I passed out. I heard Happy Birthday as I went. 

When I came to, I looked to be in a changing room, dazed and very wet. I drifted off again until the familiar tingle awoke me. I said not again Billy, but it wasn't her, it was Tex. She asked if I was interested in having a threesome and maybe a foursome if Trinity would play too. Of course I would! But that is another story for another time...



Turning 30 Can Be Fun



The alarm went off with a loud blare. Brian reached over to turn it off. He threw off his covers and sat up. Brian rubbed a hand through his short black hair before he started stretching his arms in bed. While he stretched, Emily began moving next to him. He looked down at his wife, who smiled up at him. She brushed some of her shoulder-length, dark red hair out of her face "Happy Birthday, old man," she said in a teasing voice. 

"I'm not old. I'm seasoned!"

She gave a small laugh as leaned down to kiss her. Brian got up and began stretching some more. Emily continued to lie in bed and admire her man as he began doing some push-ups in his boxers. She always got a little wet when watching him work out. He got up and sighed. "I wish I didn't have to go to work today."

Emily responded, "Well, we both have to go. Although some of us don't have to be in until 9."

With that she gave a mock yawn and started stretching under the covers. The covers were just below her tits and she made sure to stick her chest out so he couldn't miss them. She could sense him stop whatever he was doing to admire her. She knew then that she had him. Brian said, "When do I get my birthday gift?"

Emily smiled and teased him by saying, "Are you sure you're not too old to handle it?"

"I'm taking a shower," he responded and headed into the bathroom. 

Emily could hear the water start running and worried that maybe her teasing had gone a little too far. She threw off her covers to reveal her white spaghetti strap shirt struggling to contain her D-cup breasts. She had on a pair of Ghostbuster undies to go with it. She headed to the bathroom, thinking she would join him in the shower and "apologize" for what she said. Emily opened the sliding door quietly, intending to surprise her man. 

Instead she gives out a yelp as a pair hands grab her and pull her in. They were both laughing as he pulled her close to him. She playfully hit him on the arm and called him a jerk before they began kissing passionately. Within seconds her shirt and his boxers were on the floor. He went down to his knees in front of her, letting her tits brush against his face. He grabbed her panties and roughly pulled them down around her ankles.

Emily kicked them away as he came back up. He paused at chest level to take one of her tits in his hand and suck on her nipple. Nothing could get Emily as quickly excited as having her man admire her tits. He only suckled on her for a few seconds before coming the rest of the way up to stand in front of her. She smiled at him and bit her lower lip seductively as he admired her body. His hands rubbed up and down her sides as she wondered how he planned to fuck her that morning. Emily wasn't an athletic type like her husband but managed to maintain a decent figure. She was only a couple of inches shorter than her husband's six-foot height. She brushed her red hair out of her face. She preferred her hair shorter but was growing it out because Brian liked it that way.

He took her by the hand and led her to the shower, which was steaming hot by now. They both started rinsing themselves down and Emily's eyes focused on her husband's growing cock. She grabbed the bar of soap and began rubbing it over her Brian's chest. She ran her fingers through his chest hair as she rubbed it in. Her hands moved down over his abs as she rubbed soap all over him. She gave him a naughty girl smile as one of her soap covered hands found its way to his cock. 

Brian stood in the hot water stream while his wife rubbed his shaft. Her other hand reached around to squeeze his ass while she jerked him off. They were both breathing heavily. She was now rubbing soap all over her man's cock until it was nice and slippery. Brian kissed his wife deeply before turning her around. She reached around to position his cock so it rested in her ass crack as she pressed her butt against him. She leaned back so her head was resting on his shoulder and her tits were jutting out.

Brian took the soap from her and began lathering it all over her chest. She was breathing deeply into her husband's ear as he began feeling her up. He was rubbing the soap all over Emily's tits now. Her nipples had grown hard like ice picks under his palms. His hands moved downward over her stomach. She was gasping in his ear as his fingers began running through her pussy hair. She was moving her hips so that his cock rubbed up and down against her ass. 

Just before his hands reached her pussy, Brian stepped away so his wife began to fall backwards. Emily out a squeal of surprise as he caught her and moved her backwards so she was leaning against the wall of the shower stall. She could feel how hard his cock was against the side of her hip and couldn't wait to get it inside her. His hand was rubbing between her legs, causing her to gasp audibly. Emily bit her lower lip as she felt his fingers push past her pussy lips and into her.

He started with two fingers for a moment, moving them in and out of her. Each time he did this he pushed a little deeper into her. He then added a third finger. Emily's mouth was hanging open and her breasts heaved as her husband fingered her. Her hips had started to instinctively thrust forward to push his fingers deeper into her. She began to let out a high-pitched squeal that she always gives right before she climaxes. Her entire body began to shudder and Brian wrapped his other arm around her and pulled her into him to ensure she didn't fall.

He pulled away from his wife and she immediately stepped forward, turned around and bent over. She wriggled her hips at her husband has he stepped behind her and lined up his cock. He entered his wife slowly, enjoying her moan of delight as she took her husband's cock into her. Emily looked back at him and gave him that glowing smile that a wife reserves just for her husband. He started thrusting slowly, enjoying how tight his wife's pussy felt. Emily let out a moan of frustration, as she wanted him to fuck her hard. She could feel her tits bounce around with each thrust. Brian ran his hands up and down his wife's back. He started running them over her ass and spanked her a couple of times. Emily was still groaning in frustration over him not fucking her faster.

"Pound it in, baby," she moaned.

Brian began to make his thrusts firmer but at the same slow pace. The bathroom filled with the sound of his hips hitting her ass with each one. This just made Emily more frustrated and she let him know with a long, exasperated moan. Emily didn't want him to make love to her gently. She wanted him to screw her and make her his bitch. Even more frustrating was that she knew he knew this. He was just teasing her. 

"Make me your slut, baby," she begged.

He showed no sign of having heard her. In fact, the pace of his thrusting seemed to slow slightly. Emily couldn't stand it anymore so she shouted, "FUCK YOUR BITCH OR I'M GETTING OUT OF HERE!"

That threat did the trick. He started fucking her with all he had. Emily was panting uncontrollably. Her tits were bouncing all over as her husband fucks her like an animal. He had one hand gripping her hair while the other reached around to squeeze one of her tits. He loved feeling her up when he was about to cum into her. This thought pushed Emily over the edge and she moaned loudly as her orgasm hit. He let go of her hair and instead wrapped his arm around her waist to hold her close. Emily felt him tense up and knew that he was cumming.

For over a minute he held her as he gave her his seed. Emily just stood there in the shower and panted with her mouth hanging open as she took it. His grip on her relaxed as he finished. She remained bent over as he pulled out and looked back at him with that glowing smile he liked ever since he popped her cherry back in college. He leaned against the wall as she stood up.

"Thanks baby," she cooed as she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him deeply, "That was incredible."

He smiled at her when she broke off. She had a sparkle in her eye that told him she wasn't done yet. Sure enough, as he was thinking that she pushed him against the wall. She started moving her hands down his chest and stomach. She inhaled sharply as she started rubbing herself. Brian looked at her in amazement as she started building herself up again. He gave a gasp himself as she started rubbing his cock with her other hand. She also began rubbing her tits against his chest, as his shaft grew hard again in her hand. The two of them stood there gasping heavily as Emily got both of them hot again.

He stepped forward and grabbed her by the shoulders. Brian maneuvered her around so that she was now leaning against the wall. Emily continued rubbing herself and stroking his shaft as he massaged her tits with both his hands. He was kissing her deeply before she turned her face to her left so he could nibble on her neck. She could feel him biting her and knew she was going to have a hickey. 

She felt one of his hands move down her side and reach around to grab her ass. Emily stopped rubbing both of them as he pulled her into him, letting his now hard cock push into her waist. Emily knew that any second now he was going to lift up her leg, crouch down, and enter her. She bit her lip in anticipation of what she was about to do.

"Ohhh," she exclaimed while feigning surprise, "Look at the time! You're going to be late."

"Huh?" he asked dully as she began pushing him backwards to the shower stall door. She opened it and shoved him out. Emily had to stop herself from laughing at the ridiculous sight he presented. Here her husband was standing in the middle of the bathroom naked with a huge boner and a bewildered look on his face as though he didn't know what to do with it. 

"Don't worry babe," she cooed, "I'll finish myself off."

With that she gave him a peck on the cheek and closed the stall door. The glass was all fogged up but he could see that she had leaned against the opposite wall and both her hands were on her pussy. Brian walked back into the bedroom as his wife started moaning in the shower. He closed the sliding door to block out the sound some and began laying out his clothes. His hard on gradually went away as he distracted himself from his wife. Ten minutes later he was in his suit and ready to start the day. The clock showed that he wasn't even remotely in danger of being late.

Then he noticed that his wife was still moaning in the shower. That couldn't be right. When she has a second orgasm it usually only takes a couple of minutes for her to peak, if that. So he slid the door open just enough to take a look. Sure enough, there was his wife in the shower, rubbing shampoo in her hair while making noises to drive her husband nuts. Brian smiled as he closed the door again. "Bitch," he muttered while chuckling to himself.

With that he grabbed his things and walked out of the house. He made sure to close the door loudly so she'd know she could stop trying to torture him. When he gets home tonight he's going to fuck her in the ass as punishment for this. She won't even see it coming and he's going to enjoy every pained look on her face as he fucks her rear.

Emily heard him go and quickly rinsed off her hair and got out of the shower. She had a lot to do today but not at work. It's not every day your man turns 30 and she intends to make it special for him. The morning part of her plan went surprisingly well. He's going to spend the whole day wanting her. But now she needs to get ready for the evening.

She was going to cook him a nice candlelight dinner to start. But first, she had to get ready for the after dinner activities. Hopefully, that sex shop a mile away still has that schoolgirl costume. She's going to reenact the time Brian popped her cherry back in college. She still remembers laying back on her dorm bed that afternoon with him over her. They rushed and tried to finish before her roommate got back. It wasn't so bad. They were halfway dressed when she walked in. Emily frowned while looking herself over in the mirror. She also better make sure they had lube on hand for when fucked her in the ass tonight. Men think they're so fucking smart like that...



Turning 40



Six months before my 40th birthday I had a bit of a mid-life crisis. I don't know why, as I'm normally a very positive person; married with two young teenage sons and a good job as an Administrator in a large hospital. With hindsight I guess I was bored and worried that my life was slipping away from me but that's no excuse for my behaviour.

In early May I was invited to a birthday party in the centre of town for one of the young nurses. I would normally have made my excuses and not gone but this time I accepted. As we live in the countryside, about 17 miles from town hubby I volunteered to drop me off and pick me up; although I knew he wouldn't be happy with staying sober enough to collect me at midnight.

When I arrived in town and saw what the others were wearing I felt old and dowdy in my glasses, smart trousers, blouse and cardigan when everyone else was in skirts or dresses and looked exciting and sexy compared to me. I still had a good night, drinking, dancing and even laughing. I couldn't remember the last time I'd laughed as much and the evening flew by.

I was correct about hubby's mood when he collected me; he had a face like a smacked arse. When we got home I wanted sex; but he was already asleep when I came out of the bathroom, so as usual I had to make to with a silent diddle under the covers.

The party was a big topic of conversation the following week at work and I was invited out again with a bunch of co-workers who regularly hit the Town on a Friday night but I politely refused and regretted it, when Friday came and hubby was fast asleep, pissed on cheap lager at 10pm. I left him snoring and went to bed where I tearfully pledged that I would go out with the girls the following week. 

When I told my story the following Monday Kim, one of the staff-nurses offered her spare room for me to stay in if hubby wouldn't pick me up. Still angry, I agreed. Of course Hubby wasn't happy; but he reluctantly agreed when I said I would drive there myself and leave the car over night and drive home in the morning, without having to bother him. 

Friday came around quickly enough and I excitedly drove to Kim's house on the other side of town. I found the house easily enough and was pleasantly surprised when her rather handsome husband answered the door with a glass of wine in his hand for me. He ushered me upstairs where Kim was still getting dressed. Her bedroom door was wide open as I walked along the landing. Kim was sitting in front of a large mirror tonging her hair as I entered her boudoir. We chatted as she finished her hair and applied the finishing touches to her make up.

By the time it came to choose her dress her husband had joined us with the wine bottle. Kim was just over 5 feet tall and had curves in all the right places, her husband on the other hand was about 6 feet tall, with shoulder length wavy hair and a chiselled face. He had the look of a Rock star, especially as he wore very tight jeans and cowboy boots. He actually owned a coffee bar in a local shopping centre and played in a local band every couple of weeks. If he hadn't been my friend's husband he probably looked a bit pervy. It was his suggestion that she should wear a short red strapless one, but it meant she couldn't wear a bra with it. Without a care in the world Kim dropped her silk kimono on the floor and walked past me to choose some panties. I tried not to stare; but she looked gorgeous and my eyes bulged when I realised that she was completely shaven down below. Being much younger than me Kim's body hadn't yet started to sag and her boobs were still quite firm for a woman with a child and her stomach was ironing-board flat. She selected a tiny white g-string and surprised me by pulling on a pair of tan hold-up stockings too.

"Isn't the dress a bit short for stockings?" I asked as Ian topped up my wine. I was wearing a nice dress too, but it was a lot more demure and in keeping with my age and status.

"No, of course not." Kim laughed and deliberately bent over showing off her stocking tops and an inch of milky white thigh, much to her husband's amusement. 

I finished my drink and on the taxi ride into town we chatted and I told her how sexy she looked and how my husband would be mortified if I dressed like her.

"He doesn't have to know." She replied with a wink, "Not if you got dressed at our house."

I kept that thought in the back of my mind as we had another great night. The crowd I was with was smaller and slightly different from the previous week and a lot younger and rowdier. I knew a couple of girls from the hospital and was pleased that they were happy for me to join them. We went to pretty much the same bars and this time I recognised a few faces from the previous visit but still struggled to speak to any guys. One chap amused me by saying I looked like the TV Personality Carol Vordeman. Apart from having long legs and big boobs, I couldn't see it, but a couple of the girls agreed when I told them. I felt by far the oldest person there, but for some bizarre reason still I managed to attract the attention of a couple of very young guys who wanted to dance with me and one even offered a drink, which I refused. Kim was on form, flashing her stocking tops at every opportunity and even sloppily kissing a couple of guys late in the evening; which shocked me. 

We were both pretty drunk on the taxi ride home and Kim's dress rose up her thighs quite quickly giving me and the driver a good look at her stocking tops and occasionally her panties, plus when she bent forward to pick up her bag I couldn't help looking at her boobs and pretty pink nipples; which made me blush.

Ian was waiting up when we arrived at their house and Kim greeted him with a big kiss and drunkenly told him, 'take me to bed and fuck the arse off me!' Ian smiled and guided her upstairs. As I unsteadily made my way along the dark landing after going to the bathroom I heard the happy couple giggling as Kim got undressed and hummed the tune 'the stripper.'

My head was spinning as I tried to get to sleep in the room next to theirs. Then I heard Kim's voice, "Mmmmmmmmmm....hello Mr. Big. What should lickle Kim do to make you happy?" 

Oh my God! I could hear them!

"Mmmmmmmmmm....you sure do taste nice." I heard her giggle, "And which hole would you like to go into tonight?" Her voice was now very high and school girlish. I could then hear Ian panting and muttering for the next few minutes as I presumed my friend was gobbling his cock. By this time my hand was between my legs and my fingers diddling my clitty. 

I frantically rubbed and fingered for the next 15 minutes as Kim and Ian noisily fucked like rabbits, making myself cum three times in the process. I woke the following morning with a stotting headache and when I scratched an itch on my nose I could still smell my stinky fingers. 

As I tenderly made my way to the bathroom I could hear laughter and activity from downstairs as Ian and their 7 year old son Simon had breakfast and watched TV. Ten minutes later I was sitting drying my hair with only a towel wrapped around me when Ian knocked on the door and walked straight in with a cup of coffee and a bacon sandwich. I automatically clutched the towel to my chest to protect my modesty as he greeted me but it was only as he left that I realised the bottom of the towel was open and he must have seen my pubes. I blushed madly as I put my clean knickers and bra on; thinking that he must think I was some kind of tart flashing my bits like that. But it really was an accident.

Nothing was said when I took my cup and plate back to the kitchen but I swear Ian winked as I got in my car to return home. I had hardly been in the house 10 minutes when hubby took the boys to rugby practice without a word about my evening out.

Hubby gave in without an argument to my request for a Friday night out with the girls and another stop over at Kim's house. I sort of guessed he thought I was too old and dull to get up to any mischief while he sat at home wanking his cock to a frazzle looking at porn on the computer. He thought I didn't know, but he never cleaned out the memory so I knew exactly which sites he was looking at and for how long. 

The next few weeks followed the same pattern with Kim wearing some pretty sexy and very revealing clothing then flirting outrageously with an assortment of young men. At least twice she disappeared from view for 15 or 20 minutes and came back 'glowing' giving me the impression that she had been up to no good.

I also began smuggling ever more cleavage revealing outfits and skirts to get changed into. At first I would disappear into the spare bedroom to dress, but as they appeared to have some kind of 'open door' policy Ian would barge in anyway with more wine, and catch me in various stages of undress; gradually making me get quite excited at the prospect of him seeing me in my undies. Eventually I would dress in Kim's bedroom with Ian nonchalantly commenting on our clothes and especially our underwear!

It didn't take me long to fit in with the 'gang;' and to some degree become more comfortable with the ever growing attention of my own admirers; some of whom were young enough to be my son. After a couple of months I was revelling in the new found male attention and finding it increasingly difficult not to take their advances more seriously as I let a couple kiss me or 'get a tache on' as the younger girls called it.

When we got back to her house Kim and Ian always had very noisy sex and I soon realised that it was possibly even for my benefit, so I started taking a Rampant Rabbit and fucked myself in time to the happy couple in masturbatory fuelled nights. I would also stay for an extra hour or so and have breakfast in my short dressing gown, usually while Kim was still in bed. Ian didn't say anything but would smile as he stole glimpses of my boobs and legs. I felt deliciously naughty, especially when I saw a bulge in his shorts. But that's all that was ever going to happen between us; wasn't it?

The 'gang' were a floating mix of nurses and staff from the hospital and a few assorted friends. Some weeks there could be nearly 20 in the group and other weeks only 6 depending on shifts and family commitments. Some of these girls, including Kim were absolutely wild and it took a very brave young lion to approach us; especially later in the evening when the heavy drinking was taking effect. By now I had realised that they were a very hedonistic crowd who lived for Friday night when 'anything goes.' I was still surprised at how much the normally reserved young nurses could drink, but I matched them glass for glass and their language could best be described as 'industrial' which I soon found to be very liberating when I started to swear like a trooper too. Without anyone saying anything I was also aware that a few girls took a pill or two and some openly snorted coke in the ladies room.

About a month before my 40th birthday I chose to wear a shorter than usual black skirt with some very fine 7 denier black tights; I still have good legs for a woman my age and several of my new admirers took great delight in telling me what a 'great arse' I have too, so I had started dressing accordingly. To complement it I wore a cream blouse with black lace around the low cut neck and cuffs. As it was quite see-thru I wore a spaghetti strap vest underneath. 

While Kim was getting dressed Ian commented on how nice I looked and 'that it was a pity I was wearing a vest.' I blushed and looked away as Kim punched him in the arm for embarrassing me. She then turned to me and said; "He's right though, you would look much sexier without it."

"I'm not sure." I mumbled as I gulped down a mouthful of wine. Even though I was wearing a new sexy lace bra underneath I wasn't convinced that I was confident enough to go out showing the sexy bra and my chest off. "I'm a bit old for that sort of thing." I mumbled again.

"Rubbish!" Ian laughed; "you are as hot as any of Kim's friends....in fact, hotter than most." 

"Ian!" Kim chided her husband and punched his arm again as I blushed. "Look, Cathy, take it off and I'll give you my honest opinion." 

I looked at Ian who made no attempt to leave the doorway as I took my blouse and vest off. I could see them smiling to each other as I put the blouse back on.

"Fucking Hell, Cath!" Ian laughed and raised his glass in salute, "you look as hot as fuck."

Kim turned to face me as she pulled a tight white wool dress over her head.

"Wow." She grinned, "He's right, you do look hot." It was thus decided so that's how I would go out.

It was a smallish group this week with a couple of nurses that had been working joining us later on. After a couple of strong drinks I was soon very relaxed and my see thru blouse and large boobs certainly attracted a lot of male attention and I loved it. By the time we arrived at the club I'd actually 'tached' three guys and let a couple buy me a drink. One lad followed me around like a puppy in one bar until I took pity on him and let him kiss me; as he was quite young, gorgeous and very muscular, I don't know what I saw in him! It was a very powerful, erotic kiss....much sexier than usual, as our tongues twisted and twirled. I was giggling like a schoolgirl when I rejoined my friends.

Later in the evening when we were inside the club the girls went wild; dancing on the tables and openly cavorting with a wild variety of men; Kim included. I danced with a couple, and one young bodybuilder held me tight on the dance floor and squeezed my arse before running his hand up my skirt as he rubbed his face across my boobs......I did nothing to stop him because......I loved it!

I was very drunk at this stage but I still knew what he really wanted when he took me outside for a smoke. After weeks of struggling not to give in to temptation this sun tanned young lothario had me weak at the knees and I knew it was going to be a struggle to keep my knickers up.

As I puffed on my ciggy he kept licking my neck and ears and stroking my arse, telling me 'how sexy' I was and he had 'such a hard on just for me' and 'how much he'd always wanted to fuck a real MILF.' I was flattered by his candour and my chest was heaving as I stubbed out my cigarette and he took my wrist before pulling me into some shadows behind the industrial bins. It stunk but I was captivated as he kissed me again and stroked my boobs. I couldn't stop myself and began grinding against his crotch. I didn't even know his name as he began telling me how desperate he was to fuck me with his big cock.

"No, no." I mumbled as his hand slid up my skirt. "I can't; I'm married." I kept telling him as I kept my legs tightly closed. "No, please stop that.....I'm married." His hands were like an octopus as he lifted my skirt with one and tried to lift my blouse with the other.

"I don't give a flying fuck!" He softly growled as he quickly unbuckled his jeans, "I bet his fucking cock is nowhere near as big as this fucking baby maker!" He then took my hand and placed it on his hot cock.

"Bloody Hell!" I panted as I gripped it. "It's fucking massive!" I gasped as my fingers wrapped around the girth, "No, I really can't.....I'm on my period." I lied.

"Well, you're not fucking leaving me like this." He panted. "You better do something fucking quickly or I'll rip your knickers off and stuff it up your fucking arse."

Scared at the veiled threat and horny as hell I began wanking him properly. It really did feel enormous in my hand; and it was incredibly sexy tugging on a young strangers cock while I could hear voices only a few yards away. 

"Fuck that's good." He panted as he eventually pulled my tits out of the bra and began mauling them and sucking my nipples while I tugged on his cock and my hand became a blur. It must have been 20 years since I'd last done anything like this and I felt really naughty as I cupped his wrinkled ball bag and gave it a little squeeze the returned to furiously stroking his cock between my fingers. The lad suddenly stood up straight and threw his head back as he grunted and a string of cum landed on my skirt followed by a second and a third as I kept wanking him. My heart was thundering and my legs weak as he began pulling his jeans up.

"Thanks Missus." He grinned as he tucked his shirt in, "I knew you'd fucking come through in the end." With that he turned and left me in the alley to pull myself together and wipe the spunk off my skirt. When I'd composed myself I slowly made my way back to the smoking area where Kim and Sarah were waiting for me.

As a group of young lads sniggered Kim laughed and gave me a little cuddle.

"Did you enjoy yourself down there?" She whispered as she handed me a cigarette.

I was a bit dazed and didn't know what to say so just smiled.

"I heard him tell his mate that it was the best wank he's had in months!" Sarah giggled and nudged Kim.

We finished our cigarettes before returning to Kim's house in a taxi. Ian was waiting for his wife and they repeated their antics from the previous week as I lay furiously masturbating while listening to their noisy fucking through the thin wall as I relived my own week moment in the alley, several times.

Kim had obviously told Ian about my indiscretion as he asked 'if I'd had a better than usual night' the following morning as I sat with him in the kitchen in my dressing gown. I felt my face go bright red and my nipples stiffen as I nodded and sipped my coffee.

"You might have guessed that she takes some satisfying." Ian smiled and raised his eyes to mean his wife, "So I don't mind her having a bit of fun on a night out. She can only guess at what I get up to on my nights with the band." He was grinning now and staring at my nipples. "As long as she comes home, I'm happy......I'm always happy to get sloppy seconds!" I blushed again and made my excuses before swivelling off the high chair; accidentally giving him another flash of my dark pubes (I really should wear panties when visiting friends). 

By now Ian usually kissed me on the cheek as I left but this particular morning he got a good handful of my arse at the same time and I did nothing to stop him. 

I drunkenly wanked a different young lad in the same alley the following week, letting him lift my skirt to spunk on my knickers and tights; which I smeared over my face in bed as I fingered myself to 3 more orgasms..

Because of my Birthday celebrations I had a couple of fun but sexually barren weeks until a month after my Birthday when I had an absolutely crazy night. I was in a particularly playful mood (can't think why) when I arrived at Kim's house in trousers and a t-shirt, with my 'going out clothes' in my bag. 

I'd deliberately selected a black and silver bra that showed lots of cleavage and made my boobs nearly fell out as I stepped out of my jeans and revealed a matching tiny lace g-string. I then took out a black chiffon blouse followed by a shortish black pleated skirt and an expensive pair of wide holed fishnet tights. 

But when I pulled my new knee high 'Adam Ant' boots out of the bag Ian let out a wolf-whistle.

"Easy there; tiger." Kim laughed; as she pulled her own sexy panties on; "let's just hope you can keep that image in your head for when I come home!" 

We had another great night wandering from pub to pub; I even 'tached on' with 5 or 6 different guys who all fondled my arse and boobs, much to my delight. We eventually ended up at the usual club; where the doormen greeted us like Stars. 

I felt like I was the centre of attention with a couple of young guys vying for my attention; until I was approached by a squat, tattooed muscleman. My heart was thumping and my chest heaving as he started dancing with me. He was a pretty nifty mover and we eventually chatted for a few minutes after he bought me a drink. With the loud music, conversation was at a minimum but I understood that he was supporting a friend at a body-building competition that was being held in town. He soon made me giggle by trying to put his hand up my skirt to see if I was wearing stockings then he suddenly kissed me full on the lips. I thought that I was going to feint. After kissing my mouth dry inside the club he made his intentions very clear when he followed me outside for a smoke. He repeated his previous actions by kissing my neck and ears while running his hands up my skirt; all the time whispering that he wanted me to go back to his hotel to fuck me. 




Turning 40



I inhaled a final lungful of smoke; then took him by the wrist and lewd him down the alley and in between two large metal waste bins. He continued kissing my neck and ear then planted a smacker full on my lips. I responded in kind and we were soon tongue wrestling as he mauled my boobs. He now had a hand up the front of my skirt and was stroking my pubic area through my tiny panties and fishnet tights. 

"I fucking love older women like you." He whispered, "They're as dirty as fuck and will fucking do anything for a cock like mine and you're getting all 7 inches right up your fucking chuff tonight." 

"Come on." He laughed as he took hold of the waistband to my tights and knickers, "Get them off." 

"Good girl." He cackled as I lifted my skirt and pulled my tights down to my knees. "That looks fucking luscious." He chuckled when he saw my trimmed pubes as he unfastened his jeans. When his cock flopped out it nearly took my breath away.

"Jesus! That's fucking huge!" I gasped. It was long and floppy and I couldn't see a single hair or even a hint of stubble on his balls or stomach. 

"I know." The meathead laughed; "Now get the fucker hard enough to fuck you." He then buried his face in my cleavage and pushed his hand between my legs before sliding a big fat finger inside my slit. I gasped at the brute force he used to finger me; but kept my control as I drunkenly played with his cock. We stayed like this for a minute or two until he told me to suck him.

I bent forward and got the knob into my mouth as he pulled my tits out of my bra and began tugging my stiff nipples. It was proving difficult to suck his monster cock as he was only about 5 feet 4 and I'm 5 feet six before I put my heels on.

"Fuck it!" He panted and pulled my head off his cock by my hair. "Turn around and bend over."

I meekly obliged and clung onto some dirty iron bars covering a window on the building. He kicked my ankles as far apart as my tights would allow and roughly pulled my arse cheeks apart before running his knob along my sticky crack. Neither of us said a word, as his cock quickly found the opening to my cunt. My chest was heaving with anticipation as he tried to ease it in but kept missing the spot; so I slid my hand between my splayed legs and guided it to the intended target. The meathead then banged it in with one almighty thrust, pushing my forward until my face was against the bars.

I managed to get my hand back up to hold on as he fucked me ragged. I'd had a few boyfriends before getting married but none of them were hung like this boy; his cock filled my married cunt like nothing before and there was a raw savagery to his fucking. Every strong thrust made my tits wobble and jiggle and I could only grunt my appreciation as he fondled them.

"I bet you're fucking loving this, aren't you?" The boy rasped as his cock bashed against my cervix; "I bet that's your fucking husband watching over there....the fucking pervert!"

'Someone was watching?' Oh my God! I'd never given that a thought; but couldn't reply as my mouth was dry and I was having trouble concentrating on breathing.

"Go on mate!" A male voice shouted, "Give her one for me!" Then there was laughter from at least two people.

"You can have a go when I'm finished." The lad fucking me jokingly offered the stranger, while violently shaking my droopy boobs.

"No; you're alright mate." The stranger laughed; "It look like you've stretched it out of all recognition! Mine wouldn't touch the sides." 

The boy was now rattling my cunt like a piston and had started slapping my arse too. I'd never had that done before and for some bizarre reason was enjoying the stinging sensation as his cock ploughed into me.

After what seemed an eternity he grabbed my swinging tits again and pulled his cock as deep inside me as possible; then gave three or four short hard thrusts until I felt the unmistakeable feeling of his warm spunk filling my unprotected cunt. 

His hands were squeezing the life out of my wobbly boobs as he grunted and panted behind me. Eventually he sighed and let my aching boobs swing free as he stood up and unceremoniously pulled his long deflated cock out of my well fucked hole. By the time I stood up and turned to face him, he was already tucking his cock away. I was feeling a bit dizzy and my legs felt as if they would give way so I rested against the wall for a moment or two.

"Lift your skirt for me." He chuckled. Without a care in the world I did as he asked, facing him with my floppy boobs hanging out of my bra and my knickers and tights around my knees.

I snapped out of my daze when a flash of light went off. The cheeky bugger was taking photos of me in my bedraggled, well fucked state. 

"Just a little something to remember you by." He chuckled as he gave my tits one last shake before going back to his mates. 

My head was spinning as I tried to quickly fish my g-string out of my tights. I finally untangled them and drunkenly pulled them up; but they were twisted and the gusset was soon inside my sticky labia as I pulled my fishnet tights up as high as possible. My fingers were soon covered in the muscleman's excess spunk that was leaking out of my well drilled hole as I tried to adjust my knickers; but it was useless; so I just popped my sore boobs back into my bra and waddled back to the smoking area with my undies becoming even more uncomfortable as they got sucked into my soaking cunt. I soon found Kim and another girl chatting and smoking; and they grinned from ear to ear when they saw me.

"What's he done to you?" Kim laughed as she sat me down. 

"I'm not sure." I grinned. "But it was fucking good!" 

"Come on." She chuckled as they helped me to my feet, "let's get you home." 

I was eventually bundled into the back of a Black taxi and Kim had to fasten my seat belt for me. 

"All I can smell is spunk." She giggled as she leaned across my chest to attach the belt; which was proving a problem. "He must have unloaded a pint of the stuff looking at what's on your tits."

I must have smeared spunk on them when I'd rearranged my boobs in the alley.

As I have sat and half lay across the seat my legs were quite a way apart. Before I knew what was happening Kim was stroking my spunk filled pussy. The holes in my fishnets were so large and my g-string so small there was nothing to stop her touching my inflamed labia.

"Fucking hell!" She whispered as her fingers parted the flaps and pushed my knickers even deeper inside my cunt, "I think there is a fucking pint of gunk up there."

I was so drunk I couldn't do anything to stop her.....even if I'd wanted to.

"Are you going to let me lick it out when we get home?" My female friend whispered as her fingers bypassed the satin material and began sliding in and out of my stretched cunt.

I didn't know what to say.

As the taxi stopped at traffic lights she pulled her fingers out and began licking the spunk off them, before offering them to me. I meekly opened my lips and let her push the spunk covered fingers inside for me to eagerly suck. With a twinkle in her eyes she repeated this three times before the taxi stopped outside her house. 

The taxi driver shot out of the can and opened the door for us as Kim unbuckled the belt. 

"Are you getting a good look?" I heard her laugh as she paid the driver.

"That's better than a tip." He laughed as I stumbled out of the car. 

Kim led me up the garden path and unlocked the door before virtually pushing me inside. 

The bright lights made me blink as I tried to focus.

"Guess who got a good fucking in a back alley?" I heard her tell Ian.

I couldn't make sense of what was happening as Kim led me by the hand and pushed me backwards onto the sofa.

"No." She told him, "I reckon there must be a pint of cum inside her." Then there was laughter before I realised that Kim was kneeling on the floor and pulling my legs apart. "Look at it." She giggled as her hands stroked my pussy and her thumbs pulled my labia apart to show him my panties buried deep inside. 

"You did say you thought she was a dirty mare." Ian cackled as Kim began kissing me between the legs.

Kim deftly pulled my panties out of my cunt and held them to one side as her tongue flashed across and inside my tender hole. I was soon having an out of body experience as she slid a finger or two inside and began 'humming' as she licked me from clit to arsehole through my fishnets. Her tongue made me feel like I was getting a series of mini-electric shocks as she licked the tight flesh in between my holes.

I was humming too as I stroked my boobs in time to her dirty work between my legs. After a couple of minutes Ian replaced my hands with his as he pulled my blouse off my shoulders and unclipped my bra to free my sticky titties. 

None of us said a word as Kim continued licking the muscleman's cum out of my throbbing cunt; just as she'd promised and her husband caressed my big titties. Kim was so good I was soon tingling from my toes to my head and an orgasm was soon to follow. When it did come I began shaking uncontrollably and screaming as Kim dug her fingers deep inside my twat pressing down on the membrane that separates the two holes and frantically sucked my sensitive clitty while Ian continued mauling my tits. 

Satisfied with her work Kim stood up and passionately kissed her husband; sticking her second hand spunk covered tongue deep inside his mouth as I lay shivering on the sofa. The couple then undressed each other before returning to me and pulling my clothes off too. Still in the afterglow of that amazing orgasm and being stupidly drunk of course; I did nothing to stop them. In fact I even lifted my arse and twisted my hips to let Kim pull my tights off. 

She kneeled between my legs again and lifted them onto her shoulders and buried her face hard against my cunt again, and made her tongue dart in and out of my hole as Ian stepped onto the sofa and straddled my chest as he pulled on his cock. It was nowhere as big as the muscleman's and looked a bit like a Greggs sausage roll but it was a cock and it was hard and it was in front of my face. 

I eagerly opened my mouth as Ian cupped the back of my head and pulled it forward until his cock was all in my mouth. I immediately began sucking and rolling my tongue around the slim shaft as he bucked his hips and tugged on my nipples.

Kims tongue was now gliding around my bum hole and her nose flicking over my clit and slippery hole......I was getting so turned on I nearly started chewing Ian's cock! Realising that her licking was getting me going again Kim slightly changed position until one of her fingers joined her swirling tongue at the entrance to my arse hole. At first she tickled the puckered skin as her tongue slightly probed the elasticity then as I wriggled and pulled Ian's cock completely into my mouth she tentatively slid her finger tip into my hole. When I offered no resistance she slid her finger all the way and began wiggling it as she sucked on my clitty. Every nerve in my body was tingling as Kim slowly withdrew her finger back to the edge of my hole then shoved it back in and again and again and again. 

Ian was looking down at his wife as he frantically fucked my mouth. The sight of his wife fingering my arse as she licked spunk out my cunt tipped him over the edge and I felt a sudden jerk before he spurted his cum into my mouth. Hubby had tried to cum in my mouth a couple of years ago but I'd always resisted .....I don't know why because it felt fucking awesome splashing against the roof of my mouth and running down my throat; but then again I'd never been licked out and had my arse fingered by another woman before! 

After he'd unloaded in my mouth and I'd drained the last few drops Ian stepped to one side.

"Do you want to get her on here?" He panted.

Kim stopped licking me but kept her finger wiggling inside my arse as she thought for a moment.

"Yes; that's a good idea. Go get some toys." She commanded her husband who stepped off the sofa and ran upstairs.

Kim then manoeuvred my legs onto the sofa and lay on top of me with her knees either side of my face, never having done this before I obliged by spreading my legs for her. My friend immediately went back to licking my cunt and slid a finger into each hole which made me take a deep breath. I wasn't sure what to do but presumed Kim wanted me to reciprocate in some way so I raised my arm and began stroking her pussy. It was red hot and absolutely soaking wet; in fact some was dripping out onto my chest.  

It felt weird stroking another woman's vagina but Kim's administrations and fingering at the other end meant I was now capable of anything. 

Kim began humming again as she licked my clit driving me wild; Making me accidentally slide my finger into her wet pussy. Kim then set about devouring my cunt and arsehole with her tongue and lips. Then without warning she forced her hips down until her hot cunt was next to my mouth -- I knew what was expected of me and tentatively licked her labia; but she pressed down harder and her whole cunt was across my mouth and nose. It tasted odd; like nothing I'd tasted before and certainly not unpleasant so I began licking her hot flesh and sucking in her pussy juice.

I was in a world of my own and hardly noticed it when she pulled her fingers out of my cunt and arse but.....WOW....I knew all about it when she shoved a big dildo into my vagina! My knees immediately jerked back; as I tried to accommodate God knows how many inches of cold plastic while Kim never stopped licking me at any time; much to my amazement and absolute pleasure. 

Her cunt got even wetter as I gripped her tight arse cheeks and remembered what she'd dome earlier to make me so horny so I started licking her from her wet cunt to her own puckered arsehole. It was only as my tongue ran across the tight folds of skin that I realised what I was doing; but it was too late as I was in sexual Heaven.

Kim was now fucking my ragged with the dildo as she sucked my clit giving me numerous tiny orgasms one after the other. 

Feeling brave I slid a finger back into her cunt as I licked her arse then; without thinking I moved my other arm until I could stroke her arsehole with my other hand then poked and prodded until my finger eased past her tight anus and I fingered another woman's arse and cunt at the same time as I licked her clitoris.

By now my legs were curled underneath Kim's arms as she kept ramming the dildo deep into my vagina. 

I was too engrossed licking and fingering her to notice that Ian had took hold of my ankles and was now prodding his cock against my bum hole. There was so much excess spunk and pussy juice down there Ian needed no lubrication as he easily slid his five incher straight into my arse. I had to stop licking Kim to let out a gasp and a "Fucking Hell!" But Kim immediately pressed her cunt back down onto my face and began wriggling.

Many of the girls had talked about getting bummed off boyfriends but I'd always found it distasteful, so hadn't said anything. But having Ian's small cock in my arse was absolutely fucking amazing; so much so I promised myself that I was going to do it again at the earliest opportunity; with or without my husband.

Soon we were sucking fucking and licking in unison, without a care in the world. I was shaking with excitement as Ian fucked my arse and Kim licked and fingered my soaking wet cunt. Her own cunt was absolutely delicious as I lapped up as much sticky juice as possible.

After a couple of minutes Kim stopped her licking and Ian unceremoniously slid his cock out of my stinging arse. The next thing I knew was he was grunting and Kim was gurgling as the dirty bastard shot his load all over his wife's face. Seconds later Kim swivelled around until she was facing me and let her husband's spunk spill onto my face. With an evil grin she then began kissing me and licking it back off. Slightly shocked I lay as still as possible but found that I was stroking my tingling arse hole and rubbing my clit at the same time. It didn't take long for yet another gorgeous orgasm to ripple through my middle-aged body as Kim gently planted spunky kisses on my lips until we lay in a crumpled heap.

By now I was drifting in and out of sleep; so they decided that we should all go to bed. We did; but I got into the marital bed with them.



Turning



Hi, my name is Rick. I had just started working 3rd shift at the plant. We were given computer access, and were allowed to log into myspace, which made the nights go quicker. 

Jennifer was interesting. She was a self described, big, beautifully dominant woman, that worked as an assist manager at a motel. Her relationship was, "complicated", and she had "special friends" that she liked to go to Rain (a local gay club)with. She also liked to "do speed, or vitamin e, and just stay up all night". 

Jenn and I had been chatting for 3 days when she told me about how, 3 years into her marriage, she had found out that her well paid husband was not only bisexual, but a passable cross dresser as well. Since the night she had caught him willingly servicing a young man in their garage, she had been granted sexual leeway. 

When we finally met at a Denny's for coffee, the sexual tension barely allowed us to finish breakfast. Several men brazenly stared longingly at Jennifer, making me horny as hell. Her devilish foot massage of my tented cargo pants made it difficult for me to eat. We quickly headed out to explore each other completely secure behind the tinted windows of the back end of her custom van. 

Jennifer and I jumped in the front bucket seats, only to turn on her back speakers and dive on to the futon mattress in the back, where we kissed and fondled each other like two lust deprived animals, and our clothes seemed to vanish. Suddenly, I could feel her slender finger begin to assault my virgin asshole. The new sensations caused my cock to betray me, becoming even harder as Jenn slowly, and deliberately fingered my tight, virgin asshole. Seeing how hard she had made me, she slyly smiled, as her wet, warm mouth engulfed my hard shaft. As she continued to finger fuck me, she stopped slurping on my cock long enough to ask me if I had ever been curious about having sex with another man.

My cock stayed hard as I revealed to her how, while 18, on a senior high school camping trip, after drinking whiskey and smoking pot for the first time, an older friend and I ended up orally pleasuring each other. Even though I didn't care for the taste of his cum, I had enjoyed the experience of secretly pleasuring him for the whole weekend. When the weekend was over, my strict religious upbringing stopped me from continuing the affair.

With a sly grin, Jennifer asked me if I had ever been tempted to repeat my experience, or maybe go to a gay club just to see what I might be missing out on? 

I said, "no, not interested." She then said, "You know what, I have the perfect friend in mind for you. Yes, Shane will love you." 

On the spot, Jenn grabbed her phone, as she showed me a pic of a beautiful 8", uncut cock, and the handsome younger guy it belonged to. After seeing my cock harden again, she gleefully called Shane up. She took a camera pic of me for his approval, then asked him if he wanted to hang out, finally passing the phone to me, so that Shane and I could talk. 

Meanwhile, Jennifer returned to sucking my cock, as Shane's strong voice made me even harder. I confessed to him that I'd seen his cock and I'd do almost anything he wanted me to do. Shane complimented my pic and my sexy voice, saying he wanted to fuck my full lips until he came in my mouth and I swallowed it. This sent me over the edge as I blasted my load into Jennifer's hungry mouth. 

He arrived at Jennifer's house at noon. Jenn and I had been smoking weed and drinking Asti for almost 2 hours, while steam rooming and whirl pooling, so by the time Shane walked in, I was very relaxed. Shane was an impressive 6'1", 190 pounds of married, bi male. 

Shane stood before me smiling broadly, and said, "mmmnice lips, Rick". He unzipped his cargo shorts, releasing his tempting, flesh snake, which was now merely inches from my face and rock hard. 

Jennifer whispered in my ear, "Go on, Rick Baby, you know you want to suck Shane's big cock, and then I want you to fuck it for me". At the thought of Shane fucking my virgin ass, a deep moan escaped my lips. Still holding my hard cock, Jennifer whispered, "Do you want Shane to fuck you, Rick Baby?" I would love to see that tight asshole of yours fucked hard by him." "Now suck his cock for me, lover." She kissed my forehead, then stood and left the room for a bit.

I didn't need any encouragement, although Shane provided plenty, as I hungrily began licking and sucking his warm, throbbing monster. Shane had plenty of sweet pre-cum that I lovingly licked up like a puppy lapping up creme. Not long after taking his cock into my mouth, He began to buck hard, driving his monster into my throat. It didn't take long for me to be almost choking as he began cumming in thick gooey blasts down my throat. 

It was when Shane pulled me up to him, that for the first time, a man romantically kissed me. I was pleasantly surprised and easily adapted to his handling me. As our throbbing, naked cocks touched and rubbed, I realized Shane was still hard. It was then I also noticed that Jennifer had returned wearing a strap on that was as long, but not as thick as Shane's cock was. 

I laid on my back on Jennifer's thick down mattress. Shane knelt down to play with my ass, and penetrated me with 1st one, then two, well lubed fingers. I was surprised by the feeling, and the deeper he went, the more I want him to fuck me with his hardness. 

Jennifer knelt next to me and leaned in, with her back to Shane, she whispered, "Oh Rick Baby, Shane really likes you, (she reaches down to cop a feel of my rock hard cock) are you going let him fuck you with his big cock?" She could feel my cock throb from the thought of being fucked by his impressive tool, which caused her to slyly smile again and stand up before me, then she told me to,"suck my fake cock like a good little cock whore, bitch". I got on my knees and happily complied, while putting on a show for Shane in the process. 

While still on my knees sucking Jennifer's fake cock, I felt Shane moving behind my ass. It wasn't long before I felt the head of his big cock pushing against my tight, willing virginal brown eye. I suddenly felt him grab my hips, as he painfully popped inside my ass. 

Even though it was a bit painful at first, something about wanting to please young Shane relaxed me. I began to push back against him, pulling even more of him inside of me. He continued to slowly push completely in and with no contact, my own cock remained completely hard. 

Jennifer pulled back, took off the strap on and watched as Shane began to slowly fuck me. Her fingers dove in between her matronly legs, as she urged me on. "That's it Baby, take that cock.""That feels so good, doesn't it, Baby?" "You look so sexy being fucked by that big cock." 

Suddenly, Shane began to fuck me in a deep, slow rhythm. I could feel him getting close and I could also feel my own seed begin to boil. My throbbing cock danced beneath me. Shane began to grunt, fucking me harder like a beast, finally shooting his seed deep inside my hungry ass, as Jennifer suddenly swallowed my own spurting cock. We spent the rest of the weekend pleasuring each other in every imaginable way. My eyes now opened, with more possibilities to see.

I was blown away by it, the feeling of submission, not to mention accepting with great reward, my own bisexuality.



Turning a Corner



(preceded by "Caught!" and "Another Day In Paradise")

It must have been about 4 o'clock in the morning. I heard a noise and woke up. Jack was just getting up from the other bed.

"We're going back to our cottage. We'll see you in the morning. Maybe about 9 o'clock." 

With that he gave Juli a tug. She was basically sleepwalking, but he guided her like a blind person out into the night. Lynn was lying next to me, curled up like a baby, sound asleep. Thoughts of what transpired only a few hours ago were going through my head. I could still taste Jack's cum in my mouth as well as the familiar taste of the woman I've been eating out for the last thirty-plus years. It was a great dessert, one I hope to have again. I remembered Lynn's last words before she went to sleep; she wanted to eat my cum out of Juli's cunt and Juli wanted to eat Jack's cum out of hers. Wow!! We had four days left before we had to go back to civilization. It was going to be four days of orgy, debauchery, wickedness, with a little perversion thrown in. I could have rubbed one out right then and there but I, shit, tomorrow was another day.

We got up bright and early. Lynn and I had similar thoughts. We had only a few days left on St. Martin and we wanted to make the best of them. We had plans to meet our new best friends for breakfast. I didn't know what the rest of the day would bring but I was ready for anything. The shower in our cottage was a huge affair, so we got in it together. After a debate, we settled on an agreeable water temperature. Lynn likes the water hot enough to cook lobsters. I like a more moderate temperature.

I stood behind Lynn and washed her back with a loofah and a really fragrant body wash. I scrubbed her back and worked my way down to her legs. She spread her legs apart so I could was the inside of her thighs. As I approached her ass, she pulled her buttocks apart, telling to make sure she was clean back there. For that, I used a soft washcloth and gently washed her anus. She leaned against the wall of the shower and spread her legs even further apart, which allowed me to move forward from her asshole and wash her pussy. I could have brought her to orgasm, I think, but there was plenty of time for that later. She turned, facing me with her beautiful 34D's. I washed her front quickly.

"Let me wash you now."

I gave her the washcloth and turned around. She took the loofah and scrubbed my back, which felt wonderful. As she made her way towards my ass, just like she did, I spread my legs to give her easy access to my back hole. With the washcloth, she massaged my cheeks and then washed my anus. I shave my pubes every day but don't always do a good job with the hair around my asshole.

"While you're washing back there, would you shave around my hole for me?"

"Pull your cheeks apart so I can see exactly what I'm doing."

I pulled my cheeks apart. She spread some body wash around my anus and shaved me clean.

"It looks OK, but let me just make sure." She squirted some body wash into her hands and, with her fingers, rubbed the hairless outside ring of my anus. She took two slick fingers and pushed them into my ass. She must have had them in up to the knuckles. She moved them in and out.

"I have to ask you a question, Honey," she said in a very seductive tone.

I knew something was on her mind. "Go ahead."

"You remember a few months ago when you were looking at some porn on the Internet? It was gay porn and you told me how it really turned you on and that you wanted to bring a guy into our bedroom. I told you then that I was open to it and what ever turned you on was OK with me. Well, I told you that then because I didn't know what else to say but I really didn't mean it. I said what I thought you wanted to hear. Honey, I have to tell you that the last few days have changed my mind. I was so turned on watching you suck Jack's cock and swallowing his cum. That I let Jack fuck me so you could eat his creampie out of my pussy is unbelievable but I can't get it out of my mind. Sex with a woman is going to be part of my life from now on. You've turned me into a very lascivious person, thinking about sex twenty-four hours a day. I think that you and I have entered the world of bisexuality. I can't believe I'm saying this."

She was still pushing her two fingers into my ass and then pulling them out. My dick was pointing at the ceiling.

"Here's my question. Would you let Jack fuck you if he wanted to and would you fuck him?"

In my wildest dreams, I never expected to hear that question come out of Lynn's mouth. The changes that had taken place in her attitude about sex were almost beyond belief. I wasn't sure whether she was just teasing me to play with me or she was really sincere. The best I could do was tell her the truth and see where it went.

"Sure. I've had dildos, vibrators, and buttplugs in my ass and I loved it. I'd let Jack fuck my ass and I'd fuck him if he wanted me to." There it was. Yes, I would 'go all the way.'

"I think I can make it happen. Juli and I talked about it for just a few seconds. She said that it would really turn her on to see Jack get fucked by a man. This was when we were both buzzed but I could open the conversation again. She was really turned on watching you two suck each other off on the beach. If she wants to see Jack take a cock in his ass, the two of us could make it happen really easily. She said that Jack would be willing, that he's talked about it in the past. By the way, would you clean me up in the back area?"

I did for her what she did for me. She spread her cheeks so I could shave away the hair that was around her light brown starfish. Oh, how I wanted to stick my tongue in there. It was going to be a good day. No, it was going to be a great day. We finished our shower without concluding our liaison. We decided that we would wait until later. We had plans to go into Phillipsburg, on the Dutch side, so the girls could go shopping. There's nothing there that you can get back home at a cheaper price but Lynn always finds something to buy that's 'in the moment.'

We had some coffee and croissants delivered to our cottage for breakfast and talked about our vacation so far.

"Are you having a good time?" I asked, hoping that the answer would be a positive one.

"I'm having the time of my life. Has this always been possible? God, what I've been missing!"

"It's always been out there, Babe. We've never looked for it and it's never looked for us."

"Well, I'm glad that we found it. I'm having so much fun."

"As long as you're happy. Let's get dressed and go meet Jack and Juli. Twenty minutes later we found Jack and Juli enjoying the continental breakfast that Club O serves every morning in the cafeteria.

"And how is everybody today? Jack queried as we sat down at their table.

"Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, and rarin' to go," my Lynn responded in her oh-so cheery way. I told him I was good, too.

"Then let's head into Phillipsburg. I'm sure that there's some really good shit waiting for you girls to buy."

We spent the day in Philipsburg. Jack and I sat on sidewalk benches watching the girls go from store to store, praying that they would come out empty-handed. We also enjoyed watching the women walk by in their vacation finery. There were pretty ones and homely ones, short ones and tall ones. One of the things we noticed was that most of the women were braless. We saw a lot of nipples.

We ended up having a late lunch at the Pasanggraham Guest House which has a nice little restaurant right on the beach. You can get a great burger, a cooling ocean breeze, and a steel drum serenade.

"We were talking to a very hot salesgirl in one of the stores who told us about an all-male revue at the Platinum Club, over near Maho. We'd like to go. Will you guys take us?" Juli asked.

"Yeah, we'd really like to see some male strippers. It'll be fun," my Lynn offered.

Jack and I looked at each other with "why not" expressions. I couldn't speak for Jack but after all, we're staying at a nude beach resort and we've seen plenty of cocks already. Seeing some really good-looking ones wouldn't be so bad. I was in a cocky mood, you could say.

We ended up having a great dinner at a bistro in Marigot. The waitress was a very young, stunning little French girl who flirted with every person at the table. She had on a white man-tailored shirt with more than the regular buttons undone. Braless, it was easy to see her breasts, which were just enough to fill a martini glass. She made a point of bending forward every time she was at our table. The shirt wasn't quite see-thru but her very dark, very puffy nipples were quite discernible. I doubt very much that she was wearing panties under her black mini-skirt. I would have gladly had her for dessert. We paid our check, giving the little morsel a nice tip. She winked at us collectively, and with a radiant smile, told us that she hoped she saw us again. What did she mean by that?

We drove off to our destination, the Platinum Club. Once in the club, I gave the hostess a twenty-dollar bill, which assured us of a table right up front. The crowd was about 60% women. There were several tables of just women. If I were a single guy or traveling alone, I'm sure I could have scored, especially by the end of the night. The rest of the crowd was women with men. The lights went down and the music started. It was disco, of course. What else?

The revue began with a chorus line of tanned, very buff young men in athletic shorts and tank tops. They did a routine and then the lights went off. A lone spotlight came on and the first of the dancers came out on the stage. He danced and pranced, wiggling his ass at the women, while the women were screaming. Then, with a lot of drama, he tore off his tank top and shorts to reveal a tiny iridescent thong. You would have thought that the women all had simultaneous orgasms. Other than what was on his head, his body didn't have a hair on it. He had a deep rich tan and his skin had a shine to it, like he was oiled. His penis was tucked down so the thong was really riding low and he had a very nice bulge. If there was any pubic hair it certainly wasn't visible. 

Jack and I were sitting next to each other on the backside of the table while the girls were sitting almost at the edge of the stage. We watched Lynn and Juli hoot and holler at the dancer, waving at him to come closer. As he approached them, Juli jumped up and put a bill in his thong, virtually touching his cock.

It was quite an evening. Jack fucked me and I fucked him. We performed like troopers. The girls definitely got off on what they saw. I'm sure they'll never forget. We all seemed pretty well spent. Lynn and I bid our friends goodnight and went back to our cabana. Visions of what had happened filled my head. I was running one of the best pornos I had ever seen in my mind. 

As we approached our cabana, I turned to Lynn and asked her how she felt about the evening and what transpired.

"It was all so exciting. I can't tell you how many times I came but I can tell you that I still have a few more left in me."

She squeezed my hand hard. When her grip softened, I reached over and rubbed her ass thru the thin material of her skirt. I ran my finger down the crack of her ass and pushed it in, searching for her asshole. She stopped and turned, widening her stance, lifting her buttocks, and gave me a deep tongue kiss. I was able to feel her puckered asshole, first tight at my initial touch, and then relaxed, allowing my finger to penetrate slightly thru the thin fabric, letting me know that she welcomed my intrusion.

"What I want you to do to me can't be done out here. Let's go inside." We went into our cabana and Lynn lit some of her fragrant candles. The aroma filled the air very quickly. The candlelight immediately created an atmosphere of seduction.

"Look in the refrigerator and see if there's a split of champagne. I'll be out shortly." She gave me a wink and went into the bathroom. I found the split and poured it into a champagne glass that the hotel had provided. I poured myself a shot of scotch and tossed it down. I took off the shorts I was wearing and put on a pair of black silk see-thru boxer shorts. My cock was in the beginning stages of getting hard so it was hanging down against me leg with its head just at the bottom of the shorts.

The bathroom door opened and for a moment Lynn stood there, backlit by the light in the bathroom. Her silhouette revealed a very sexy figure. She was in high heels, with a teeny tiny g-string on and a band of very thin material resting on her breasts, tied with a bow. I could see where her legs joined that her pussy was swollen. She shut the bathroom light off and walked right up to me. The material that barely covered her tits was sheer enough for me to see her turgid nipples against it. The bottoms of her breasts were just visible. I gave her the glass of champagne and she took a sip. Then she leaned into me so I could feel her nipples against my chest. She put her lips on mine, and with her tongue, washed my lips with the champagne that was in her mouth. She swallowed and pushed her tongue into my mouth. We mashed our lips together in a very wet, very sloppy, very hot kiss.

It was three in the morning. She took my hand and pulled me towards the door.

"Let's not jump into bed yet. Come. Let's sit outside and talk for a while." We stepped out onto the deck. The night air was pleasantly warm and there was a soft breeze. We sat down on the couch. She leaned into me and I put my arm around her. I could feel her breath against my chest. If she stuck her tongue out she could have licked my nipple. My hand was within easy reach of her right breast. She put her hand on the inside of my thigh and softly massaged the skin.

"I'm having such a wonderful time. I never realized how exciting totally uninhibited sex could be. Where have I been? It all seems so natural. I don't feel the slightest bit uncomfortable about making love to Juli. The thought of licking her vagina or sucking on her clitoris feels so normal. She's so desirable. It felt so right when we ate each other out. I want to do it again and again. I know that in the last couple of years you and I have gone where we'd never been before. I love anal sex. I love when you lick my ass. I love when I feel you cum in me and I feel it ooze out of my ass."

She spoke in a soft breathy way, little more than a whisper, as if we were telling each other secrets. We were the only ones awake, it seemed. We were completely alone. As she spoke I could feel Her massage had moved up towards my cock, which was starting to seriously harden as I listened to her. I could only nod and grunt with approval.

"It was hot as hell watching you and Jack go at it when you blew each other the first time. At first, I was shocked but then I realized the pleasure that the two of you were giving each other. There was no way that there was anything wrong with what you two were doing. And when we were on the beach and you and he were sucking each other off because Juli and I asked you to. That was so incredibly hot; I had an orgasm just watching. Juli did, too. But tonight! Tonight topped everything. Watching you and Jack fuck each other! That was something else! Tell me what it was like. I want to hear what you were thinking and feeling."

The mind is the most important sex organ. This conversation was part of our foreplay. I know that Lynn was really turning me on by what she was saying. I could tell that she was very excited. She was a different person. She had become empowered by her newfound appreciation for sex in all its forms. She had been freed from her hang-ups. She was not intimidated or repulsed by anything sexual. What had happened to her was beyond my wildest dreams. What kind of sex monster had I created by bringing her to a nude resort?

"You know that I like to look at gay porn, right? For me, it's never been about guys "loving" guys. I like to look at men sucking dick and getting fucked, just men having sex with other men for the fun of it. The guys always look like they're having fun, that it feels good. I know they do it for the money but I've always thought that they do it for the fun. I love regular porn, as you know, but it all seems so commercial, that if the women weren't getting paid for it then they wouldn't do it. Guy on guy sex, on the other hand, would happen even if there were no money involved. That's what makes it so hot. I wanted to feel that heat. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

Lynn moved into me and sucked on my nipple, stroking it with her tongue. "I understand. You are not involving any emotion in your guy-on-guy sex. It's all about you feeling good."

"I think you've got it. I feel good when I'm sucking Jack's cock. He's going to end up having an orgasm but he's going to cum in my mouth. I get to swallow his load. It's such a turn-on. You've already told me that you and Juli have an emotional bond. That's what women do. They become connected with each other. For men, it's much more physical. The emotion we feel is selfishness. It's all about me and where my head is at and how good I feel."

"I didn't expect to come here and get fucked. I fantasized about sucking a guy off. I didn't care as much about getting sucked off. You've been doing that for me for years, and very well, I might add. But when Jack blew me and swallowed my cum, it was a whole new head-trip. Going out to see male strippers and seeing how hot they looked, with their tanned and oiled bodies, and imagining them all doing each other, really got me going. Then, when you and Juli wanted to see us fuck each other, there was no choice. I had to do it. After all, you have been a very willing recipient in the back door department and have always had a good time. If it was good enough for you then it should be good enough for me. And guys have more going on with anal sex because of our prostates."

"So, how did it feel to have a cock in your ass?" We were telling deep secrets to each other, heightening our level of excitement.

"I wanted him in my ass. I relaxed my asshole as much as I could. There was a little pressure when I lowered myself down on his cock. I could feel the head of his cock with the rim of my asshole, but there was no resistance. Even though we used lube, I could feel the corona around the head of his penis rubbing against the inside of my rectum. My nerve endings were all ultra-sensitive and the feeling was exquisite. Add the feeling of fullness that I felt when the full length of his cock was in me- well, I was in heaven. When you started to kiss me and play with my nipples, Jack started to pump me, moving his hips up and down. I knew that he was only seconds away from filling my ass with his cum. I felt his cock pulsing as he came in my ass. I'd like to think I could feel the warmth of his cum inside me but it was more in my imagination than anything else. I could feel his penis starting to go soft so I climbed off of him. A little of his cum leaked out of my ass and onto the inside of my thigh. It was just another sensation that added to my feelings of euphoria."

"What about when you fucked Jack? Was that as exciting?"

"Fucking Jack was fun. I enjoyed it because I knew exactly what he was feeling. The excitement for me was in pleasing him and hopefully making him feel like I felt when his cock was in my ass."

"How do you feel when you fuck my ass?"

"That's totally different. I love your ass. I make love to your ass, kissing, and licking it. I want to take you to a new place every time we fuck because that's how much I love you. WE FUCK! It's a totally shared experience. I want you to have the best orgasm you've ever had every time I fuck you or eat you out. When I fuck your ass and I can feel your rectum squeezing my cock as you build towards an orgasm, that's what makes me want to cum in you."




Turning a Corner



I could feel her breath on my chest. Her hand was wrapped around my very hard cock.

"Will you make love to my ass now?" she asked.

I responded by standing up and taking her by the hand into our cabana. She stood in front of me and I removed the diaphanous little top she was wearing, exposing her beautiful breasts. Her heavy breathing caused her breasts to lift up and reach out to me as her chest filled with oxygen. When she exhaled, they drooped down, her areoles and nipples pointing slightly downward. Her body was full, and rounded; with a sensuous rubenesque quality that only maturity gives a woman.

I put my arms around her, gave her a firm hug and kissed her neck, tickling her with my tongue. Throwing her head back, she laughed softly and moaned. Her hands came up from her sides. She put them between us and rolled my nipples between her fingers. My semi-soft penis was starting to fill with blood, reaching out and rising against her inner thighs. Within a minute, I could feel the head of my cock pressing against the tiny g-string she was wearing. It had to go. I knelt and pulled down on the string that was around her waist. She moved her hips, helping me shed her of the seductive little panties and they fell to the floor. She step out of them and kicked them aside. My mouth was even with her shaved pussy. She pushed her pubic mound forward, showing off her engorged clit. I stuck my tongue in between her very swollen labia and licked upward. I was rewarded with a dollop of her sweet juice. I stood up and we moved into each other. My cock was now at full staff. As we embraced, the head of my dick pressed against her very puffy lips.

I brought my hands down on her ass, grabbed both cheeks, and pulled her into me. She put her arms around my neck and started playing with my earlobes. At the same time, she moved her legs apart, allowing my cockhead to rest naturally in between the folds of her labia. She was so excited I could smell the fragrance her juices were giving off. Pushing her back onto the bed, I spread her legs apart. I rested the head of my dick in the folds of her cunt.

"Put it in!" she demanded. I entered her easily. She gasped as our shaved pubic mounds banged together. It was all about slow and easy. I rested my dick in her cunt and then slowly pulled it out until only the head was between her lips. I used the palms of my hands to massage her hardened nipples. I pushed my cock back into her wet cunt and a gasp came out of her as if the air that was displaced in her pussy came out of her mouth. Our eyes were locked together and I could see that she was ecstatic. Lynn reached over and grabbed a small pillow, which she put under her hips.

"It's time!" she declared.

I knew what she wanted. The bottle of Wet Platinum on the bed table already had the cap off. Although my cock was covered with her pussy juice, I lubed up my penis with the silicon lube and, putting some lube on my fingers, I oiled her asshole, first the outside and then with a couple of my well-greased fingers, the inside of her anus, coating her sphincters with lube. The perfect match had been prepared: a well-lubed cock and an equally well-lubed asshole. Her ass was raised and her legs were spread. I could see her rosebud was slightly open. There was no tension. She was waiting for me.

I was on my knees between her legs, the head of my cock lined up with her asshole. I leaned forward, putting my cock against her anal lips. I pushed forward so the head of my dick was in her ass. She was able to relax her outer sphincter but the resistance of her inner sphincter was involuntary. The breach of the inner sphincter is what causes the initial pain of anal intercourse. It doesn't want to open but once past it, the inner sphincter relaxes and the feelings of total pleasure begin. I was in! My cock slid into her ass at a snail's pace. I could feel the head of my cock rubbing against the inside of her anal canal. They say that too much lube is not enough. Well, sometimes the more lube the less you feel. Lynn and I had determined early on that a little friction is critical for maximum pleasure.

I wasn't going to stop my penetration until I was all the way in. Lynn moaned as I filled her ass. I pulled out slowly and evenly, dragging the head of my cock in her anal tube.

"Ohhhh!! I can feel every movement. It feels so good," she whimpered. "You're not taking it out, are you?"

My cockhead was just inside her outer sphincter. She was rubbing her clit frantically. I could barely see her fingers, they were moving so fast. I grabbed her nipples and pinched them. Lynn took a deep breath as her nips were tortured. I answered her question with a firm measured thrust, filling her ass with my pulsing erection. Lynn exhaled just as my pubic bone hit the lips of her cunt.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming," she pounding her clit with an open hand, lifting her hips up and down, causing my dick to go into fucking mode in her rectum.

"Don't come in my ass. I want you to cum in my mouth." She got off her back and pushed me down on the bed. She still had a grip on her clit as she pushed my legs apart and took my dick in her hand. All I could hear was her going "Mmmmmmm. Mmmmm" as she began sucking the cock that had just been in her ass. It was all so hot. She gives a great blowjob but it takes me a while to cum when she's sucking me so I got up on my knees and started stroking my dick to help her out. As I stroked she concentrated right on the head of my cock. With one hand on her clit, she moved her other hand to play with my nipples while I jerked off into her mouth. With a massive groan, I pumped my cum into her mouth. She stopped sucking and just held her mouth open to catch every drop of my jism.

She jumped up and pushed me back down onto the bed and crawled up on top of me, pressing her lips against mine. I opened my mouth to receive her tongue. She pulled away a couple of inches, pursed her lips and, in a split-second, pushed out a wad of cum from her mouth into mine. There was no time to make choices and you can't argue with gravity. My cum slid onto my tongue and into the back of my throat. As I swallowed it, I instantly processed what had happened. My cock in her ass, then my cock in her mouth, then my cum in her mouth, and then my cum in my mouth. Before I could say or do anything, Lynn pushed her lips against mine and forced her tongue into my mouth, snowballing whatever cum remained in her mouth along with her saliva. We tongue-wrestled for a minute until she forced the mixture back into my mouth and pulled away. I looked at the twinkle in her eyes and did what I know she wanted me to do. I swallowed the sperm cocktail and smiled.

"We're so nasty and I love it!" she exclaimed.

"If you knew ahead of time that this vacation was going to be like this..."

She cut me off. "I wouldn't have got on the plane. But I think now you're going to have a problem getting me on the plane to go home."

"I'm glad that you're having a good time. I know that this may sound patronizing but I wanted it to be all about you."

"I know that now. Hey, let's get some sleep because tomorrow's our last day here and I want to get the most out of it."

She was right. It was three in the morning and we both wanted to get the most out of our last day on St. Martin. I blew out the candles and we cuddled in bed. 

"Tomorrow, can we go to that little private island we went to with Jack and Juli? Lynn asked.

"I'll have to get up early to see if we can."

"I spoke with Juli and we thought that that was the best time we had and we wanted to go there again before we left."

"Works for me. Let's get some sleep because now I have to get up even earlier to make the arrangements."

"I love you!"

"I love you, too!" I had to get some sleep. 

I got up early and went down to the boat area. We were in luck. Nobody else had booked the island so we would have it all to ourselves. Now I had to get everybody else up and packed. I stopped at the breakfast bar to get some coffee for Lynn and me and there was Jack.

"Yo, my man, what up?" Jack said with that toothy grin of his.

"I booked passage for us over to the island. I guess the girls had already talked about it. Lynn said she wanted to go back over there since it was our last day. I was just about to come and get you."

"Awesome, man. That's great. I'll get our coffee and go get Juli. What time is departure?

I looked at my watch. "We're leaving in a half-hour."

"See you at the dock," Jack said as hurried back to his cabana.

Thirty minutes later, the four of us were in the launch, headed to the island. We packed hurriedly, and fortunately, the launch was always provisioned with fresh fruit and water. With what we brought ourselves, we were well supplied for the day. The boat slapped against the water, spraying us with a warm Caribbean mist. The weather report said low to mid 80's with a nice breeze. We were headed to paradise.

We set ourselves up near the water. The last time we were there, we had put our blankets several feet apart. This time, we put everything together. The nature of our intimacy had become more than just some people who were having group sex. I think we had become friends, close friends, although we didn't know much about each other's history. Usually friendships develop over time, based on shared experiences and commonalities. With Jack and Juli, we had a week's worth of history and the one thing we had in common was that we liked, no, loved, the same things sexually. Juli and Lynn were like sisters, with some lover thrown in. Jack and I had the same free spirit philosophy: that a man can have as much fun with a man as he can with a woman. The fun we were having and the pleasure that we derived from our relationship didn't make us gay. If anything, we were all bisexual. Or maybe we were polyamorous. No matter, we were having a good time at nobody's expense.

The girls were wearing caftans for the ride over. As soon as our little camp was set up, they took them off. Both had only their birthday suits on underneath, pussies freshly shaved, skin glistening from pre-applied suntan lotion. They were so happy to be together. They were like two little kids at summer camp, running into the water, tightly holding hands. It was quite a sight, two beautiful asses bouncing and jiggling as they ran away from us. They dove into the water and swam like it was an Olympic competition, finally surfacing, facing each other and embracing like one had won the gold and the other the silver. The big difference between the Olympics and what was happening on this magnificent beach in St. Martin was the lip lock the two had on each other and the obvious tongues that were wrestling as they French-kissed. Hands moved to necks and ears and chests, as Jack and I watched our spouses enjoy each other.

"They're having a good time with each other, aren't they?" I said to Jack.

"Juli really likes Lynn. She told me that she has never felt as strongly about another woman as she does about her. And it isn't just physical either."

"Lynn feels the same way about Juli, although she's definitely turned a major corner in her life. She's never ever been with a woman before, at least not to my knowledge. This vacation has been a sexual epiphany for her. At least for now, her appetite seems insatiable. Not that I'm complaining."

The women broke their embrace and walked toward us, still holding hands.

Releasing her grip on Juli's hand, Lynn looked at Jack, smiled broadly, and said, "Let's go for a walk." She stuck her hand out to help him get up.

"I can't very well refuse an invitation to be with a beautiful woman, now can I?" The two of them started walking down the beach, hand-in-hand, Lynn animatedly talking to Jack, using her free hand to accentuate what ever she was saying. They were about twenty yards away when their hands released. Lynn reached behind Jack and started massaging his naked ass. I thought I saw her finger press into the crack of his behind. Jack's hand found it's way to Lynn's ass and I thought I saw him give it a good firm squeeze.

"Hey," Juli said, somewhat startling me, "I'm over here."

I turned to look at Juli who was sitting cross-legged on the blanket right next to me. I was reclining on my side, resting on my elbow. My flaccid cock was hanging across my upper thigh. Juli was a striking woman with a pixie-like face and an incredibly seductive smile. Her skin was a golden tan all over. Not particularly tall, her natural boobs looked a little too big for her body, but then, was there ever a pair of boobs that were too big? Each breast was crowned with a chocolate brown nipple, a half-inch long and a half-inch in diameter, surrounded by a dark brown areole about two inches across. Today she had a bright gold barbell thru each nipple. The first time I saw her, she was wearing gold hoops. I was impressed then; I was even more impressed now.

Her yoga-like position made her shaved pussy spread apart. I had looked at her pussy before but never with the close perspective I was getting now. There are short vaginas and long vaginas, or should I say small cunts and big cunts. I'm sure you've seen what I'm talking about on porn sites or DVD's. Some women have little tiny pussies with small lips while other women have long slits with pronounced lips. Lynn has long gash with pronounced inner labia and a large clit that always shows from her clitoral hood. Juli had a long pussy with well-defined labia. Speaking of clitoral hoods, she had a vertical hood piercing, a gold barbell to match her nipple piercings. The bottom barbell appeared to rest right on the end of her clit. Her cunt looked slick and wet. She must have been excited. I know that what I was looking at was turning me on because my dick was starting to chub up and twitch.

"We have to talk," Juli said. I thought there was something wrong because she sounded so serious. "You know that I have a very, very special relationship with Lynn, that we love each other on so many different levels. And the four of us have a special bond as well. It's not unusual for people to have hearty sexual appetites. What is unusual is when those appetites are of a bisexual nature and you find another couple that mirrors your own desires. I think that's what we have here and it's very special."

"I agree. I never expected to develop the relationship we have. I came here for a relaxing vacation that might hopefully include some debauchery. I never thought that Lynn would ever get into it in the way she has. She's turned a corner in her life and I know she's never going to look back. She's become a wicked little slut! Me, I was hoping to suck a cock or two while we were here. Finding you and Jack, two people with whom we are so compatible, it's almost a miracle!! Lynn and I have enjoyed your company emotionally and physically. What did you want to talk about?"

"What we want may not seem particularly deep or profound, but we want to enjoy what you guys get to enjoy anytime you want to."

"What's that?" I asked, now intensely curious.

"Today is our last day here and I don't know when we'll all be able to be together again. Lynn and I want to make love but we want it to be special. We love eating each other out at the same time. You know, '69.' I love her juicy pussy and she certainly enjoys mine. We want to eat creampies from each other's pussies. I want you to fuck me and Lynn wants Jack to fuck her. That way I can eat Jack's cum from Lynn's pussy and Lynn can eat yours from mine. Whaddya say?"

Juli's hand reached out and put her hand on my stiffening cock. She began to stroke me to full hardness. I was completely under her spell. Not in my wildest dreams, not in my most extreme fantasies, could I have imagined that a week at a nude resort in St. Martin would turn out to be as incredible as it was. My hand was only inches away from Juli's leg. Stealthily, I put my hand on her knee. 

"I can assume that Lynn is having the same conversation with Jack, then?" I was getting so turned on by what Juli was asking me but even more so knowing my once shy and retiring wife was asking another man to fuck her so her girlfriend could eat his cum out of her pussy. I couldn't make it up if I wanted to. Instinctively, I rubbed Juli's inner thigh, moving by minute increments towards what was now a totally dripping pussy. I could see a large glob of Juli's love juice ready to drip out onto the blanket.

My cock was rock hard. Juli's hand had a very loving grip on its base. My fingers were only a hair's breadth from Juli's slit. She moved towards me in her yoga position, literally forcing my hand into her cunt. She took a deep breath as I moved my fingers inside her slippery tunnel.

"I want you to want to fuck me," Juli said, leaning forward so that our faces were only inches apart. "There was a time I would do this just because Jack wanted me to, but this time it's because I want to." She leaned forward and pressed her lips against mine, her tongue pushing my lips apart. We kissed a deep kiss of lust and passion, not love although I know that I could love this woman in the deepest sense of the word.

As our kiss broke apart, I saw Jack and Lynn coming towards us. They definitely made a nice couple. They were holding hands, looking at each other, laughing loudly. They looked like really good friends.

"Hi, guys," Lynn said with a wide smile. 

"I suppose you two had a similar conversation to the one Juli and I just had," I said.

"It was a great conversation," Jack said. "I think we should get the show on the road!"

Lynn walked over to Juli and extended her hand. Lynn pulled Juli up off the blanket.

"Let's do it, baby," Juli said to Lynn. "OK, you guys lay down on the blanket next to each other."

Jack put himself down next to me and the two of us lay there resting on our elbows. Lynn was standing in front of me and Juli was in front of Jack. Lynn pushed my legs apart just as Juli did the same to Jack.

"We want to get you ready by sucking your dicks," Juli said. I expected that Lynn was going to start sucking my cock but was I wrong. The girls switched their places and the next thing I knew, my wife was taking Jack's cock in her mouth. This was a first! I never ever thought I would see my wife blowing another guy. I looked down and Juli was on her knees in between my legs. My cock disappeared between her lips.

Juli was doing a great job sucking my cock but what was really making me hard was watching my wife suck Jack. She was putting her heart and soul into it. Lynn was sucking the head of Jack's dick with intensity, and then, in one smooth motion, took the whole thing into her mouth. She must have been practicing because I don't recall her ever dong it to me in quite the same way. It had to be at the entrance to her throat. She knew I was watching her every move. With her nose almost resting against Jack's body, she gave me a devilish wink. It was obvious she was having a great time. I wondered if she was going to let Jack come in her mouth. No, that wasn't the goal. The goal was to get us ready for fucking. 

Juli took her head off my dick and tapped Lynn on the arm. The two of them laid down on their backs side by side holding hands legs spread apart. A more beautiful sight would be hard to imagine. Both their pussies were shaved smooth and shiny from their own juices. 

"C'mon fellas, do your stuff!" Juli commanded. 

"I'm ready if you are," I said to Jack. Jack positioned himself between Lynn's legs with his cock just resting on her wet cunt lips. I assumed a similar position between Juli's legs. Lynn looked over at me and this time not only did she wink but gave me a big smile, too. I was so turned on by the "new Lynn" and her willing participation in the debauchery by letting someone else fuck her and cum in her pussy, all for the soul purpose of giving a creampie to her new friend, who was doing the same thing for her. My head was spinning.




Turning a Corner



Jack and I pounded away. We were being used as cum donors. If we derived any pleasure from what we were doing, it was totally inconsequential to Juli and Lynn. This was about their enjoyment, but not the enjoyment from being fucked. They had their own agenda. I was only seconds away from blowing my load and I let Jack know.

"I'm going to cum," I told him. As I said it, my dick started shooting spurt after spurt into Juli's wet pussy.

Jack picked up his pace and let out a yell. He was dumping a load of jizz into my wife's cunt. What was wrong with this picture? By the look on Lynn's face, there was nothing wrong. She had a sexy but mischievous look on her face, something like a Cheshire cat. She kept smiling at me, letting me know that it was all good. Not only was it good, it was hot!

No sooner than Jack and I came, the girls whipped around into a 69 position. They moved quickly but I caught a glimpse of Jack's cum oozing out of my wife's pussy. Juli was on top of Lynn with her mouth firmly clamped on Lynn's pussy. Lynn had her arms around Juli's hips and was holding onto her ass for dear life. It was a wonder that either one of them could breathe, their faces buried between each other's legs. Jack and I watched as the two girls humped each other, groaning and moaning as they sucked the man juice out of each other. They rolled over so Lynn was on the top. Soixante-neuf, or mutual oral sex, when done right, is an art. I know because I consider myself an artist. Juli and Lynn were working very hard at pleasing each other, accepting the reward that comes from doing a job well. There was passion in their efforts.

Almost fifteen minutes had passed when the two broke free from each other, gasping for air. Each had a glazed look, their faces covered with cum and pussy juice. Almost automatically, they kissed each other sticking their tongues into each other's mouths. They broke their kiss and Lynn crawled across the blanket to me. She grabbed my face and stuck her tongue into my mouth. Her face and lips were still slick from my jism and pussy juice and Juli's saliva. She pulled back and whispered, "I love you," and stuck her tongue back in my mouth. Juli and Jack were locked in an embrace.

We all broke apart and Juli said, "Now, wasn't that special!"

Yes it was. We all looked at each other to make sure that what had just happened was OK. 

"I hope we can do that again sometime." Lynn erased any doubt. "Creampies could be my favorite dessert!" We started laughing and giggling. We were an incredible foursome. There was no doubt about it. 

All of us were in a state of euphoria. We made ourselves comfortable on our blankets and relaxed in the hot Caribbean sun. The girls got some grapes out of our cooler and and fed them to us. It had kind of a Roman orgy feeling to it.

We spent the rest of the afternoon talking about how lucky we were to have met and how much fun this vacation was for all of us.

Juli was sitting next to Jack and Lynn was on her knees with me leaning against her, her hands resting on my shoulders.

"What time's the boat coming to pick us up?" Lynn asked.

Jack looked at his watch. "In about 45 minutes, at 4 o'clock. I saw Juli give Lynn a wink.

Lynn's hands dropped to my chest and she began playing with my nipples. "Juli and I put on a performance for you guys. Aren't you going to put on a show for us?" she breathed into my ear.

"C'mon, Jack. Fair is fair!" Juli said to Jack as her hand dropped down to his cock, which looked like it was stiffening up. 

I wanted to suck Jack's cock at least one more time before we left St. Martin.

"OK ladies, give us some room." I moved over to Jack so that my head was at his feet. "Let me take care of that," I told Juli, taking her hand of Jack's stiff penis. I softly stroked Jack's cock. I looked down at my own dick to see Jack take it in his mouth and start sucking me.

"Easy, Jack. Let's make it last." 

I took Jack's cock in my mouth and slowly licked it, trying to see if any of Lynn's pussy still remained. I couldn't exactly tell but it was an exotic taste just the same, maybe some of Lynn's pussy and some of Jack's cum and definitely the salty sweat from lying on a hot Caribbean beach. I could feel Jack sucking my cock and I knew that he was enjoying himself but he didn't have the same focus that I had. I wanted to give head, to give a great blowjob, to savor the art of fellatio. My brain was disassociating my lower body from my mouth. I didn't care if I came or not. I wanted to give Jack the best blowjob I could, not for him but for me. 

I took his cock as far into my mouth as I could, keeping in mind how deeply Lynn had taken his cock hours earlier. I knew that the girls were watching which only added to my sense of heightened excitement. It was a real turn-on being an exhibitionist. You have to do a good job to please the voyeurs. 

As delicate as I was trying to be, I couldn't stop Jack from getting closer and closer to cumming. His hips started to move into my face and his breathing quickened. His cock stiffened up and I felt the first shot of his cum in my mouth. It was delicious. I wanted to roll it around in my mouth but, before I had the chance, his dick just started pumping shot after shot. If I didn't swallow it, his cum was going to spill down my chin. With his cock still in my mouth, I swallowed his load hungrily. 

He was still sucking my cock. I felt like I wasn't going to cum any time soon so I told him to let me do it. I started pumping my cock, jerking it furiously until I was ready to explode. Jack opened his mouth and I came, the first squirt hitting his chin and the rest going right into his mouth. He swallowed and fell back on the blanket, spent.

"Yea, yea," the girls yelled, giving us a big round of applause. "What a show," Lynn said, "thank you!"

Jack and I lay there, wiped out from the hot sun and the blowjobs we had just given each other. I know I needed a couple of minutes to just rest and enjoy what had just happened but there was no time for that. We looked out at the water and saw the boat that was to take us back to the hotel approaching quickly. We gathered our belongings together and climbed into the boat. As we pulled away from the beach, Jack wistfully said, "What a fun place!!"

It was late in the day so we decided that for our last night together, we'd have dinner at the hotel instead of going into Grand Case. We agreed to meet at 8 o'clock at the outdoor café for a nice casual dinner. Since we were all leaving early the next day, we'd have enough time to get ready for dinner and still pack our luggage.

Jack and Juli headed back to their cabana and Lynn and I went to ours. I got into the shower while Lynn packed her bag. 

"Your turn for the shower, honey!"

Lynn went into the bathroom, carrying a bag from one of the boutiques on the hotel property. I packed my bag, leaving out jeans and a t-shirt to wear on the plane so we would be ready to go first thing in the morning. I put on a t-shirt and shorts to wear to dinner. 

I thought Lynn was in the bathroom for a long time, all things considered but then the bathroom door opened and out she walked. Her makeup was stunning, almost Goth. Her eyes were dark with whory blue eye shadow. Her cheeks were heavily rouged accenting her cheekbones, and her beautiful lips were bright red with a dark line around the edges to emphasize them. She was wearing a long sheer black shirt with a deep 'V' in the front. She had colored her nipples in a rich dark chocolate, making them very visible and obvious. I could see a black thong that could have been no more than an inch wide in the front, held in place by a string. 

"How do I look, babe?" she said almost purring as she turned around to show me the string coming up from the crack in her ass. "I'm wearing the jewelry you gave me."

She had to mean the Rosebud bejeweled butt plug that I had given her when we arrived in St. Martin.

"You look fantastic. Good enough to eat!" I exclaimed.

"Well, I hope so! Let's go have dinner so we can get to dessert."

We walked down to the dining room. As we walked I put my hand on my wife's ass and ran a finger up thru her crack. I could feel her spread her cheeks allowing my hand a feel of the Rosebud plug that was in her ass. 

"Find what you're looking for?" she said coyly with a big 'know-it-all' smile, giving me the same kind of wink she gave me when she had Jack's cock in her mouth.

"Yup," I replied, like a kid who just found the hidden treasure of candy.

We arrived at the dining room and looked around the room. It was filled with people laughing and talking, enjoying themselves in an environment they don't find at home. Virtually all of the women were dressed, or should I say barely dressed, in seductive and erotic outfits. There wasn't a bare breast in the room but, thank God for see-thru, there was little left to the imagination. We spotted Jack and Juli who were already seated at the table. 

Juli looked ravishing. She was wearing a white sheer toga-style dress that wrapped around her voluptuous body. It was just long enough to cover her shaved and pierced pussy. The top of her dress hugged her sizable tits and was both see-thru and tight enough to allow the gold barbells that adorned her nipples to be easily seen. She was hot! Jack was dressed like I was, shorts and a t-shirt, which was tight enough to let everybody know that one of his nipples was pierced. They got up to greet us as we approached the table. Before we sat down there were hogs and kisses all around.

I was more interested in being an observer than a participant at dinner. The fact that this was our last night in St. Martin had sunk in and I knew that at the same time tomorrow, we would be at home in a much colder climate, having to deal with the realities of every day life. A crowd of barely dressed partygoers whose primary goal was to be hedonists would definitely not surround us. The noise and clamor swirled around me as I scanned the room focusing on all the different men and women giving it their best effort to look sexy and enticing. I was the voyeur, imagining what the people I was watching might be doing behind closed doors, or what they might be doing in the presence of other people, as Jack and Juli,and Lynn and I had done.

In the intimate and hazy light of the dining room, I watched as Juli and Lynn huddled together with as much of their bodies in contact with each other as possible. They were so animated. Jack leaned in towards them but, as close as he was, there was no way he was going to be part of the oneness the two women had quickly created. Lynn was gently rocking back and forth in her seat. She gave me a quick look with a big smile and a wink. I knew that she was taking advantage of the Rosebud in her ass. She whispered in Juli's ear and the two of them broke out in giggles. Juli looked at me and nodded her approval.

Often the conversation was directed my way and I responded with nods of agreement. I heard the words but wasn't really listening. I was watching. Because Lynn and I live in New England and Jack and Juli live outside of Raleigh, NC, we agreed to meet at a halfway point, like maybe DC or New York, for a party weekend in the coming months. Lynn and I were, of course, invited to come and stay at their house any time we wanted. Lynn offered them the same invitation. Not any one of us wanted our relationship to end. 

How I wanted to suck Jack's cock one more time before we left St. Martin but it wasn't going to happen. The dining room started to empty out as the evening drew to a close. We had an early plane to catch, which meant we'd be up at the crack of dawn. We had to get to the airport early to check in and go through security and then sit and wait for our departure. With one last lingering look at the people who were still in the dining room, we walked out onto the stone path that led back to our cabanas.

Juli and Lynn walked ahead of us, arms linked tightly. Their swagger, or should I say stagger, had to be a result from the substantial consumption of adult beverages at dinner. At any rate, they looked adorable together. I know Lynn was as happy as she could be when she was with Juli. We finally came to the where Jack and Juli had go in a different direction on the path. Jack and I embraced and I expressed my thanks to him making our vacation the best one we'd ever had. We knew in our hearts what wasn't needed to be said out loud. We had a friendship that went beyond words. It was both emotional and physical. I loved sucking his cock and he loved sucking mine. We knew it wasn't going to end in St. Martin. 

Lynn and Juli were basket cases. The hugged and kissed each other like two lovers who would never see each other again. Their mouths were locked together with their tongues entwined clutching each other in an almost unbreakable embrace. Tears were rolling down their cheeks. Finally, when they realized they had to take a breath, Jack and I pulled them away from each other, reminding them that they were no more than a phone call away and that we would definitely make plans to see each other soon. We walked our separate ways until we all disappeared in the darkness of the evening.

Lynn recovered her composure, telling me that it wouldn't be long before we all saw one another again. She and Juli would make sure of it. After all, wouldn't I want to see Jack again? She was right about that. I was beginning to forget what his cum tasted like. 

Back in our cabana, I lit a candle and we got into bed. We both knew we had to get at least a little sleep. The day you travel is always a very long tiring day and if you start it already exhausted it won't get any better. I propped up my pillows so I was half sitting up. Lynn put her head on my chest. I could feel her warm breath against my nipple while her hand rested on my stomach.

"Thank you for a wonderful vacation," Lynn said softly.

"Your welcome. I thought it was pretty good."

"I meant truly wonderful, like astonishing, amazing, breathtaking, and fantastic all rolled into one. To think that I have all this sexuality in me and it took so long for it to come out. I've, no we've, missed so much. I'm so grateful that you brought me here. We have so much catching up to do. How do you feel about it? Is it the same revelation for you?"

Lynn was a being little naïve. She had forgotten about catching me looking at men on the Internet. When I planned a vacation at Club Orient, it was all about me. My goal was to be in a place where I might find some cock to suck without having to go behind my wife's back. I never thought that I'd be sucking that cock while she watched. This vacation turned out to be the entrance to Fantasyland. 

"I've seen and done things in the past week that I've only dreamed about. To be honest with you, at one time or another, I've fantasized about almost everything that's happened. That so many of my fantasies could come true, now that's a revelation.

Lynn's left hand was resting on my chest while her other hand had founds it way down to her shaved crotch. She was gently massaging her clit as she talked.

"Honey, we've been married a long time and I don't think that I've ever refused you anything that you've asked for. I know that I'm not the one who initiates or orchestrates our sex life but I've always been willing to try whatever you've wanted to do. But I've turned a corner. I want to do more of what we've done here in St. Martin. I don't want to get on the plane to go home and, once in the air, look out the window and feel that I've left my newfound sex life behind. Do you understand?"

Did I understand? Is a pig's pussy pink? If I smiled the way I wanted to, hearing Lynn's words, I would have looked like the Cheshire cat.

"Babe, I understand completely. I want what you want. How can we make it happen?" I wanted to hear what she had in mind to keep the debauchery going once we got back to reality.

"First, I want to get my nipples and clit pierced. I love Juli's piercings. I think that they were incredibly hot. You know, you could get a nipple pierced like Jack. Then I want to have a big party with everybody we know. Among them may be some candidates for the kind of fun we had with Jack and Juli. It may take some time, like a big party first to weed out the 'maybe's' from the 'no's'. Then some smaller parties to test the waters."

Lynn had a plan.

"I watched you sucking Jack's cock and you look liked you were really enjoying it. Are you prepared to suck another man's cock again?" I asked, hoping for the right answer.

"One of the things I learned on this vacation is sex is fun! Sucking Jack's cock was totally a physical thing. I love sucking your cock because I love you and I know it makes you happy and that makes me happy. Sucking Jack's cock was just plain fun and I want to have fun. I never knew how much fun sex could be."

"Would you let another man cum in your mouth?"

"I'd have to try it at least once. I know I was having a good time sucking Jack's cock. You've cum in my mouth thousands of times so it isn't about having cum in my mouth. I think I want to taste another man's cum. Maybe I won't like it. I don't know. Ice cream comes in different flavors. I know I love the feeling of giving you pleasure. Knowing I was giving someone else that same pleasure would be an aphrodisiac. Would you have a problem with it?"

"I think it would be fantastic if it was a guy I could get it on with, too. Wouldn't that be something if we could suck off the same guy?

My mind was going a mile a minute, thinking of all the possibilities.

"I know that I want to do everything we did in the past week. I love Juli desperately as a person but I also found out that I loved making love to a woman and being made love to by a woman. Eating pussy is a glorious thing. I loved watching Jack and Juli and it really turned me on the watch you with Jack. It turns me on to watch you when you jerk-off.

By this time, Lynn was feverishly manipulating her clit. I had one arm lying over her shoulder while her head rested on my chest. I reached down and kneaded her erect nipple between my fingertips.

"Play with yourself. I want to watch you make yourself cum," Lynn said.

With my free hand I started stroking my already stiff cock. I could feel Lynn's breathing becoming more labored. I could feel my own heart pounding. Lynn was alternately rubbing and slapping her clit.

"I'm going to cum. Cum with me."

I concentrated on the head of my cock where I'm most sensitive. Lynn started to hump almost involuntarily. I felt wetness on my leg.

"Oh, my God. I just squirted. I squirted for the first time!" She was so turned on and relaxed, she doused my leg in her juice when she came.

That brought me over the edge. Just as I started to cum, Lynn took my cock in her mouth and I shot pulse after pulse of cum into her mouth. She kept her mouth on my cock until I couldn't cum any more. Lynn crawled up and our lips met. She gave me a deep French kiss and deposited my load of cum into my mouth.

"See how good you taste," she said, smiling broadly. 

I swallowed my cum and kissed her passionately.

"I love being married to you, babe. We're going to have so much fun."

"I know." Lynn turned over and was asleep in seconds. I sat in bed, dreaming about the new adventures we were going to have when we got home. I fell asleep with images of tangled naked bodies in my head. 

We were up early the next morning. Dressed and packed, we headed for the airport. We looked at each other like we were newlyweds. We floated through the ticketing process and security, not caring how long it took. We held hands the entire time. Once on the plane and comfortably in our seats (if that's possible), we settled in for the ride home.

I turned to Lynn and reminded her about our conversation the night before. 




Turning a Corner



"Was it just talk or have we turned a corner in our lives?" I asked.

"Do you know where a good piercing shop is?"

I smiled, reached for her hand, and leaned my seat back. I couldn't wait to get home.



Turning a Dream into Reality



This story is based on a dream that I have had continually for the last few weeks. I don't know why I've been dreaming about this and maybe writing it will make it stop. Everything in this story actually happens in the dream.

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I had been planning this night for weeks, ever since I had first dreamt about it. The planning though had been easy, compared to actually arranging it. Numerous phone calls had to be made and it had cost me two thousand pounds just for the room and another thousand for each of the girls, but I knew that at the end of the night it would have been worth every penny. 

I had two hours before I had to be at the hotel so I went and ran a bath for myself, stripped off, and climbed in. I lay back and washed myself all over before picking up my razor and, looking into my mirror, carefully began to shave my face. Once my face was finished I lay back and started to imagine what the night was going to be like, my cock starting to harden at the thoughts I was having, and I reached down and started to stroke myself slowly.

I had to control myself though, knowing what was in store in only a couple of hours, so I stopped and climbed out of the bath before I made myself cum. As I dried off I kept glancing at my body in the mirror. I wasn't that bad looking, had long dark hair, was fairly well toned and my cock was somewhere between seven and eight inches when fully hard. I finished drying quickly and then headed in to my bedroom.

I had already laid the clothes I was going to be wearing for the night out on the bed, and I stood and looked at them. There was a black two piece suit, red shirt, new socks, new boxer shorts and a brand new pair of shoes. Slowly I got myself dressed looked in the mirror to check that I looked smart enough and then sat in front of the mirror while I tied my hair back in a ponytail, which I had to do because once it had been washed it was that fine it blew about wildly.

Finally I was ready and, after making sure everywhere was tidy, I walked outside and locked up. There was still forty-five minutes until I had to be at the hotel and, as it was only fifteen minutes away, I stopped at a bar along the way and had a couple of double Brandy's. I drained the second glass and continued on my way to the hotel, finally arriving a few minutes early. I walked over to the reception, gave my name, asked if everything was ready, took the key and then caught the lift up to the top floor and the penthouse suite.

Once the lift stopped I stepped out and, using the key, opened the door directly in front of me and walked through it. The four of them were already there, just like reception said, and in just their lingerie as instructed when they had been hired. I greeted them all and walked straight through to the bedroom, checking everything was exactly how I had specified it should be, before going back to the room where the girls were.

Over by the window, in an ice bucket, were two bottles of champagne and five glasses and I walked over to where they were. I took the glasses out and lined them up before taking one of the bottles, opening it and filling each glass and calling the girls over to me.

I watched them closely as they made their way across the room, each one looking absolutely perfect, and handed them a glass when they reached me.

"I am so glad the four of you could make it." I said as each one took their glass. "As you are all aware my name is Kyle but unfortunately I don't know any of yours."

One by one each girl gave me their name and, once I knew them all, we went and sat back down with our drinks. We talked as we drank, with me explaining exactly how I wanted things to happen, and soon Steph, Claire, Natalie, Amy and I were laughing and joking like old friends who had known each other for years, instead of minutes. Eventually the first bottle was completely empty and I was about to open the second when I was stopped by Natalie.

"Why don't we save that until afterwards?" She said, and came and sat down next to me.

"Good idea Natalie." Claire said, sitting the side.

Steph and Amy also came over and sat on the floor at my feet and then the girls started to undress me slowly. Natalie undid my shirt and slipped it off, Claire unfastened my belt and trousers and, once Steph and Amy had removed my shoes and socks, helped them take my trousers and boxers down. In less than five minutes I was sitting there naked, my erect cock pointing straight up, and Claire took my hand and pulled me up from the sofa.

"I think it's about time girls." She said. "Are you sure you really want this Kyle?"

"More than I have ever wanted anything else." I answered.

"In that case come on then." Claire continued and led me to the bedroom, the other three girls following behind us.

Once inside I climbed onto the king sized bed and, as arranged when I set everything up, there was a girl at each side of the bed, one at the head and the last one at the foot and I laid back. I took my cock in my hand and began to slowly wank myself and, as if that was a signal, the girls stripped off their lingerie and, for the first time since entering the penthouse, I saw their cocks.

I moved my head to look at each of them and noticed that, although they were all pretty much the same length, Steph's was definitely the thickest and noticing the way they had arranged themselves around the bed it was going to be hers that I took last. Natalie climbed onto to the bed and, making sure my head was just over the end of the bed, she lifted my legs and placed them onto her shoulders, while the Steph and Claire climbed onto the bed also and Amy moved as close to the head of the bed as she could. 

I let my cock go and reached both arms out, until I had Steph and Claire's cocks in my hands. Amy gripped her cock and, as I opened my mouth, she guided herself past my lips. Once I was comfortable with how I was Natalie covered her cock, and my tight ass, with lubrication and started to push against my ass. After a trying to penetrate me a couple of times she gripped her thick shaft and guided it against me once more, finally the shiny purple end penetrated me, and I gasped as loud as I could with Amy's cock in my mouth.

As Natalie started to pump her cock slowly in my ass, I began to suck on Amy's cock and wank Steph and Claire at the same time. I felt in absolute heaven as my ass and mouth were being filled with juice fat transsexual cock, while I had two more gorgeous cocks in my hands and it wasn't long before Natalie's thrusting became faster and more urgent. She began to pant rapidly and I felt her cock twitch before she started to cum inside my ass.

Natalie continued to fuck me until she was completely drained of cum and, as soon as she had finished, she pulled her cock out and the girls moved in a clockwise direction around the bed with Claire's cock replacing Natalie's in my ass.

Claire slid in my ass easily, using Natalie's cum as lube, and she started to fuck me harder and faster than Natalie had. Steph's large cock was going as far into my mouth as I could get it and I wondered what it would be like to swallow her cum, if she didn't last until Claire had finished but she did, and I didn't get to find out, not yet anyway.

Claire whipped her cock out only for it to be replaced by Amy's and soon my ass was being hammered again, I was in total ecstasy and couldn't believe all the planning I had done had actually come off. As she fucked me Amy reached forward and began to wank my cock slowly, which was a relief as I thought I was about to explode, and carried on slowly doing so until she to finally shot her thick white cum deep into my ass.

Once her cock had been slowly removed I braced myself for Steph's thick hard cock. Instead of lifting my legs onto her shoulders though, Steph turned me onto my stomach and lifted my ass into the air. I could still wank Amy and Natalie's cocks, although it was a little harder and Claire's cock actually entered my mouth a lot easier.

As soon as I was ready I felt Steph's thick lubed cock head pushing hard against my loose ass and felt it slide in easily. Although it was thicker than the others it didn't hurt as much as it would have if it had been the first to enter me, and she gripped my ass tightly before beginning to pound into me harder and faster than even Natalie did, yet she lasted longer than the other three, eventually cumming after about fifteen minutes.

Once she had finished I rolled onto my back and stared at all the girls and their gorgeous cocks, in varying degrees of hardness. Looking at them I wished that I had sucked them all dry and tasted every single one of them, instead of them filling my ass, even though the feel of all their cum inside me, and that which was leaking out, felt so good.

While I lay there, my cock still rock hard and yet to cum, the four girls moved away from the bed and began to talk among themselves. As they talked I reached down to my cock and slowly began to stroke myself, the need to cum was driving me crazy, when they turned back to the bed and saw me.

"Kyle we know it's not part of the deal and we have already been paid for the whole night." Claire said. "But the four of us wondered whether you would like to fuck each of us before shooting your cum all over our asses."

"I would love to but how can I be sure that I won't cum in one of you letting the others miss out." I answered.

"That's easy to solve." Amy said. "You fuck each of our asses for no more than a couple of minutes and if you feel yourself about to cum just stop."

"Yeah and once you have fucked every one of us you will then wank your cock until you cum on us." Steph added.

Quick as a flash I agreed with their idea and, once they were all lined up on the bed, positioned myself behind Steph. I decided to fuck Steph first as she was the last one to get to fuck me and thought that was the only fair way to so it. I slowly pushed my cock against her ass and it slid in easily. Slowly I began to build up a gentle thrusting rhythm, while Steph played with her own cock, and as soon as I had fucked her for the two minutes, removed my cock and moved across to Amy.

Ten minutes later, and once I had fucked each girl's ass, I was kneeling behind them wanking furiously. It didn't take long and as soon as I felt my balls tightening I got behind Amy and squirted a thick stream of white milky cum over her ass, then gripped my cock tightly so I didn't cum anymore, and moved across. Eventually I had covered each of them with one thick stream of cum but I was still cumming, and I managed to shoot another stream over each of the perfectly round asses in front of me then finally collapsed on the bed.

"That was fucking great thanks." I gasped to the girls.

"Why don't we have that other bottle of champagne now?" Claire said and jumped off the bed.

While she was gone fetching the bottle the other three girls sat stroking their own cocks, getting them fully hard again. By the time Claire returned with just the bottle their cocks were all standing fully erect and glistening in the light.

"I didn't bother with the glasses we can just pass the bottle around between us." She said handing me the bottle. "If you would do the honours Kyle please."

I quickly had the bottle open and passed it back to Claire, who took a large gulp, then gave it Steph. As the bottle went round I couldn't take my eyes off their cocks, something which Natalie noticed, and before I knew it the girls had put the bottle on the floor and were all sat around me.

"I've noticed that you can't stop staring at our cocks." Natalie said.

"I'm sorry they are just so beautiful." I said.

"Well why don't you get a closer look then and suck us all off." Amy said.

I didn't need telling twice and, as Amy was the last to speak, I bent my head and took her cock deep into my mouth. Although I had always loved the taste of my own cum, and sucked more than a few cocks, I had never actually tasted anyone else's but within five minutes that all changed as Amy's cock twitched violently and a thick stream of cum hit the back of my throat. 

She gripped my head and continued to fuck my face until she was fully spent and removed her cock. I quickly grabbed Steph's, as she was closest, and began to suck vigorously on that until she too came in my mouth. Natalie and Claire had also soon cum in my mouth and as I lifted my head the four of them all looked at me.

"You suck cock really well Kyle." Amy said.

"How often do you do it?" Claire asked.

"I have sucked but never swallowed before." I answered.

"Well you should definitely do it a lot more." Steph said.

"We all know a lot of girls like us that would love to meet someone who sucks cock as well as you do." Natalie added.

We continued to talk until the bottle was empty and then I came up with something else I would love to do.

"Instead of starting with the fucking again I was just wondering." I started.

"Wondering what Kyle?" Amy asked.

"Well I saw something the other day I would really like to try."

"Tell us then come on don't be shy." Steph said.

"Okay I would love to lie down while the four of you wanked, and came, all over me." I said.

"You mean bukkake?" Amy said. "That sounds like it could be fun."

"Come on then Kyle lie down and we will." Natalie said.

As soon as I was flat on my back the four of them got into position and began to stroke their hard cocks furiously.

"Why don't you wank as well Kyle?" Steph said. "Five loads of cum will look better than four."

The other three girls all agreed and, after they started to chant my name, I took hold of my cock as well. The five of us wanked as fast as we could and I soon felt the first stream of cum land on my chest, from Natalie, quickly followed by Amy and Steph. My chest was covered as I finally shot a thick stream, with such force, that it landed on my neck and chin. Claire continued to wank until, she to, finally couldn't hold back any longer and covered my face with her thick milky liquid.

I must have looked a right mess lying there, five loads of cum covering my body, but the girls soon had me cleaned up with towels from the suite's bathroom. Once I was all clean I phoned down to room service and asked them to bring two more bottles of champagne up to the room, which they duly did.

During the rest of the night each of the girls fucked me twice more, and I sucked their cocks again, until we all eventually passed out from the champagne and sex. The next thing we all knew it was just after lunchtime the next day and the maid was banging on the door shouting about needing to clean the room.

We hurriedly got dressed and, before we parted ways, I asked them all if they would like to make this a once a month meeting and was so pleased when they all agreed.

"Maybe we will bring a couple more girls with us next time." Amy said winking at me as she walked out of the door.



Turning Allison



Opening note: This is a "soft" story narrating the buildup of a fantasy of my fiancé. It has little intercourse but lots of setup. 





I could feel my heart racing quietly inside my rib cage. I bite down on my teeth to prevent my body from shaking. Nerves. From my position in the middle of the crowded dance floor, I could just make out the silhouette of my fiancé swaying her hips to the sound of the beat. I could tell where she was easily just by the way she moved - subtle and understated, yet so sexy. Between the cracks of light that penetrated the dense air of smoke, I see another head pressed closely against hers, a pair of hands on her hips. Even above the noise of the club, I could hear him whispering into her ears. 

Looking down at my ghostly white hands, I recall the last time they had color – more than 3 hours ago at my house. I can't believe is actually happening. I remember kissing Allison and wishing her a good time with Ashley as she left for the waiting taxi.  

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Allison was my college sweetheart. We met 6 years ago in first year chemistry and have been together ever since. She was not the type of girl I thought I would be involved with for such a long time. Heck, I never thought I could be committed to one girl for more than a year. But Allison was intriguing in a way that held my interest. 

Petite and slender with cat like features, she caught me by surprise. She had big beautiful brown eyes and equally long eyelashes to frame her soft shaped face. At 5'4, she was small but her proportions were that of a model. She had a small but perky chest, delicate hips and very long silky legs. God I loved sneaking a look at her legs when they weren't wrapped up in jeans. I loved watching her hips carry the weight of those model legs and I prayed to see her in heels more often. 

But looks are just part of the equation. Allison is also very intelligent, scoring top grades year after year. However, her smarts came with traditional conservative values. She was very close with her family and that apparently translated into firm and if you ask me, very naive ideals. For one, she was paranoid about socializing with guys without having a girlfriend or me by her side. She was also skeptical about the effectiveness of the pill so condoms were a must, every time. Something about a 1/100 chance of failure. 

Thankfully, the many years we spent together created a strong sense of trust. We talked daily, even when apart to keep up with our lives. Our trust also enabled us to talk openly about our sexual preferences. Despite her traditional values, she was surprisingly open in bed. I knew exactly what she liked, from being touched, caressed, licked, rubbed, fingered and fucked. We constantly searched for different positions and she was always wanted to please. She was a sexual creature, but she did not entertain ideas of more, taboo fantasies. 

Perhaps out of subconscious frustration of how perfect she was, I started fantasizing about exploring her 'other' side. I wanted her perfect record, her perfect image to break way to deeper, darker desires. Desires that when I asked her subtly, returned replies of "I only want you" or "I hate when guys approach me". She was, according to her consistent answers, a monogamist by genetics and found it disguising to even think about flirting with other men. 

As time passed, I fully realized my secret fantasies. I realized that despite my love for her and my strong values against cheating, I for some reason was aroused by the idea of being put in situations where other men could marvel at her beauty. Now there is a subtle distinction between my fantasies and those that I read about. I never found myself particularly aroused by the idea of her having physical relations with a stranger and I certainly never thought about any forced scenarios. No she was mine and I only wanted to see her happy. 

What I really got excited by was the idea of watching her interact with men who found her attractive. Being that perfect girl, I knew she would never outright commit any sins. I knew she would probably get herself out of any situation like that and come running to me, where I would pretend to be upset and console her. The vision of my strong willed, faithful fiancé being preyed upon by skilled, seductive men was taboo and thrilling. 

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Another interesting note is that Allison doesn't drink. Well, she didn't for a long time. It took years to convince her to try a shot, and it worked only because her entire group of her friends signed a petition on her 21st birthday. Since then, she has fortunately relaxed her attitude against alcohol but is still a very light drinker. Her slender body takes very little alcohol to react. When she does down a beer or two, she's a happy drunk. I love watching her reservations warm because she becomes much more willing to socialize with other people. Seeing her with alcohol always makes me excited. 

There was one time where she got 'smashed' with some classmates. By that, I found out later that she had 2 shots of tequila. It was 2 AM and I was waiting up for Allison. Opening the door, Allison fell into my arms. I was pretty surprised to see her previously perfectly combed hair frayed and sticking to parts of her face. 

"Whoa there, what happened to you?" I ask. 

"Nothing, it's fine... just help me get upstairs." Alcohol was not a regular scent on her. 

I had never seen my fiancé drunk before and the situation excited me. Helping her up the stairs, I couldn't help feel slightly turned on by the image of her letting down her hair a bit. I wondered what happened to get her so wasted. She normally didn't drink and in those rare occasions, drank very responsibly. I also noticed just how amazing her ass looked wrapped around that medium length black dress. I had the overwhelming urge to grab her and fuck her right on the stairs with her clothes on. 

But I resisted. 

I expected her to head towards the washroom and perform her usual 10 minute routine. Instead, she kicked off her heels and flopped onto the mattress, still with her dress on. Joining her silently, I knelt over her lips, smelling the alcohol and kissed her gently. Feeling no resistance, I started caressing her legs, tracing the curve of her hips down to her thighs. Surprisingly, she was responsive to my touch. I had heard that alcohol was a depressant but seeing her open her legs so quickly me changed my mind. 

As I continued to kiss her lips, sliding my tongue inside her mouth, I got on top of her and positioned my crotch against hers. She clearly liked it and responded by wrapping those silky legs around me. I love that. 

"Oh baby"... she murmured eyes half closed. I continued to tease her, rocking my hips against her slowly and nuzzling her long neck. 

"...Tell me something sexy," she breathed faster. Heart racing, not believing my luck at the moment, I chuckled. 

"Oh my fantasies are much too naughty for you to handle. Tell me yours instead. Or, tell me what happened tonight," I whisper back as sexy as possible. 

"No, tell me..." she moaned as she felt my groin grind against her dress. I didn't want to reveal my little fantasy just yet. 

I continued to squeeze her breasts, gently squeezing her hard nipples through the fabric of her dress. I pressed myself harder against her so she could feel my cock rub against her growing moistness. I could tell that this was a different night. She clearly had too much to drink and I smelled the opportunity to probe Allison on some of my fantasies. She wouldn't remember any of this in the morning anyways. 

"Oh, baby...tell me..." she continued, now grinding her hips with me. 

"I liked your dress tonight. I liked your make up and your hair. You looked really sexy when you left the house", I confessed. 

"Mmm, thank you," she replied, her eyes closed. 

"If I had come with you, I would not be able to stop looking at your sexy legs all night, especially when you dance with Ashley. I always loved watching you move your body," I gushed truthfully. 

"I do like to dance, I love the music," she breathed heavily. I pressed my ears against her breast, hearing the thump of her heartbeat. I wondered if this was turning her on. 

"Well, I want see you dancing more. I want to see you dancing sexy on the dance floor, moving your arms in the air and swaying your little hips. I want to see you having so much fun in there with the crowd, all those people dancing around you. Imagine shaking your body around all those dancers, feeling their body brush against your dress..." I stopped. I knew I was hitting sensitive territory and I didn't want to sink the ship. On the other hand, I was becoming extremely turned on from the conversation, having never pushed the topic before. 

To my dismay, she said nothing in response but also didn't stop grinding me. 

Shit, how long has it been since she had a drink? 

I listened again against her chest. It was beating very quickly. What was she thinking? Was she mad? 

"I'll come down to the dance floor and dance with you then, seeing you all hot and sweaty," I cut the silence. Was she hearing all this? Thankfully, I could tell she was close and I decided to go at it hard to distract her mind. 

"Oh gosh, oh gosh, oh fuck," she moaned, her eyes closed tightly, her hands wrapped around my neck, feeling her legs clamp down even hard against my waist. She never said fuck. 

"Keep fucking Allison, don't stop honey," I groaned, deliberately leaving "who" out of the sentence. 

"Oh I'm close," she moaned, buckling wildly against me for 10 seconds, escalating in frequency before finally collapsing in a huge orgasm. 

The sight of her slightly intoxicated, spread out on my bed still in her dress, her legs spread wide and limp was too much. I came immediately, involuntarily. My hips buckled wildly inside my pants, driven by thoughts of the naughtiness that just transpired. 

I wondered what my precious Allison was thinking as I grinded her wetness to an orgasm. Did she like my fantasy of dancing with other guys? Was she thinking about someone else she met tonight? There was no way she would want to talk about it and she wouldn't remember anything by morning. Aroused, frustrated and now obsessed by these thoughts, I spent the night in bed concocting a plan that would fulfill my fantasy. 

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"How was your night yesterday?" I said casually as she came down for breakfast. 

"Good, I think. Had too much to drink though. Probably shouldn't do that again anytime soon," she said grabbing an aspirin. 

"But honey, you looked like you had so much fun. You should go out more with Ashley. She seems like she knows what's fun. Besides, you're much more fun after you come home after a party," I tease. 

"I don't know. She's not really my type. She just happens to have the same schedule I have. Everyone else is working obscure hours."

To be honest, Ashley didn't just know fun - she was the fun. I know because my best friend dated her in college and told everyone how wild she was at parties. Blonde and leggy, Ashley knew how to pick up men. I wondered why I didn't date her. 

"She's not that bad. It'll be nice to meet more people outside of work," I say before giving her a kiss." Anyhow, I need to go. Think about it and let me know so I can schedule something for myself while you're out." 

"Well okay, only if there's something that fits my schedule," she smiles. 

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After work, I make a detour to Ashley's place. I had thought about the plan the entire day and I was excited to put it into action. Running up to the door, I reminded myself to keep it casual. 

"Hey there handsome, what are you doing here? Whatever it was, I swear it wasn't me," the blonde teased. Damn she has a nice smile and that shirt is way too small. 

"Hey Ashley. No you're not in trouble. Just wanted to drop by to tell you how much I appreciate you taking Allison out. She doesn't socialize often and I can tell she gets lonely when I'm not around." I grin. 

"Hey no worries! We had fun last night!" she winks. 

"I know. It's just...she's pretty... you know sometimes," I admit. 

"Uptight? Haha don't worry. Nothing a few martinis can't loosen up."

"Definitely. I just want her to relax sometimes, live a little you know. It'll be good for our relationship too, if you know what I mean," I say, lowering my voice. 

"Ohhh!" her eyes widen and she grins slowly. "I know exactly what you mean, oh you bad boy!" 

"Listen," I smile, "Don't worry about costs. I can expense it on my company. Get her whatever she needs to have a good time. I'll cover your tab as well."

"Hell yes! I like the way you think!"

"Perfect, but lets keep it between us. I don't want Allison to be upset about spending money." 

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"Are you sure its okay to leave you alone tonight?" Allison asks, putting on her loopy earrings. 

"Yes, please just go and enjoy yourself. I've got lots to catch up on. It's a busy season for us so this will actually give me some time to finish the campaign." 

"Oh my hard working baby," she mocks, kissing my cheek on tiptoe. "Oh, which pair should I wear? The black one is nice but a bit high for moving around. The white doesn't really match the dress but it's comfortable," she says, looking at herself in the full-length mirror. 

"It's got to be the black pumps. It goes perfect with the black and silver on the dress. You'll get used to the height, you just don't wear it enough," I reply. I love heels on Allison. They just accentuate the length of her legs so well. I definitely want her showing off those assets. 

"Black it is then," she says, slipping them on to her feet. A taxi honks outside the drive way and she fixes her hair one last time before running out. "Be back soon!" 

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Slamming on the breaks, I almost slam into another car. Dammit, following a taxi is harder than it looks. You have to make sure you maintain an appropriate distance while not lagging too far behind to risk stoplights. 

After 15 minutes driving into the city, I see the taxi pull beside Lucy's as planned and I park my car in a parallel parking lot. Lucy's is the city's top bar and lounge. It is always packed and the lineups are permanent. The crowd is young but not too young, somewhere between 22-30. I see Allison and Ashley leave the taxi and head towards the lineup. Rather than lining up, Ashley gives the bouncer a hug and both of them get a bypass. The shit men do for pretty girls. It helps that Ashley is wearing that little yellow dress. 

Once I get inside, I do a quick scan to see if I can locate the girls. Logically, I'd expect them to be at the bar first so I head that way. Trying to navigate the packed crowd brings back memories of my younger days. Once the bar is in sight, I see Ashley's bright yellow dress. They're both sitting on the stools with drinks in hand. I try to get closer so I sit down behind a pillar. Perfect position. I can tell Allison feels uncomfortable by the way she hunches her shoulders. Detecting my thought, Ashley orders another drink for her. 

As Allison finishes her first martini, she points toward the ladies room and leaves Ashley alone as the bartender returns with the drink. I sigh deeply. This is harder than I thought, but I admit I am enjoying this little scheme. Looking back at the bar, I see Ashley slip a mint into her mouth. A few seconds after, I realize it's not a mint at all because she slips another one into Allison's drink. It dissolves instantly. 

My heart starts pounding. I didn't ask her to do that. I said drinks. I said I would cover her tab. Is she crazy? She could...I could get in a shit load of trouble for this. 

Before I can think and react, Allison returns and takes a big gulp from her drink. I feel the pit of my stomach turn. Should I stop this now? I don't know what's inside the pill. I've never taken anything beyond your typical Astro Turf so this is not my area of expertise. 

As fate would have it, 2 guys, both Caucasian and well cut approach them from nowhere. One was slightly shorter than the other but more built with short straight hair. The other had a darker complexion and even darker hair. Ashley happily accepts whatever the shorter one asks while Allison hesitates, still sitting on the stool. With the skill of a natural wingman, Ashley bend over her, whispers something in her ears and they both giggle. I am in a trance. It is the most fascinating show I've ever seen. 

They move together towards the center of the crowd. Ashley is clearly flirting with her partner. She's putting on her sexy stare, raising her hands in the air and moving her legs with the music. Allison on the other hand still seems nervous, as expected. I guess it takes some time for whatever it was to kick in. Her partner senses her reservation and gives her space, maybe 3 feet away, just grooving to the music. They dance casually for a few minutes before I see him make a move. 

As the song changes to Apple Bottom Jeans, he closes in, playfully squatting lower and lower to the beat. Allison laughs, blushes and performs a lighter version of the same dance move. Seeing this, Ashley pulls her partner towards them and joins in the same movement. Only, when her partner reaches the lowest point, she moves in with him. Pressed against each other, Ashley positions her knees in between his legs and grinds. She wraps her arms around his shoulders, pulls him tightly against her and thrusts harder with her pelvis. She whispers something in his ears and I see his hands grab the top of her ass, making sure there is no air between their thighs. 

Semi hard from that show, I refocus my attention to Allison. Only 5 feet away from Ashley, there is no doubt she sees her friend in action. I can tell she is embarrassed, but the heat of the music, the crowd and the goods prevent her from bailing. She smiles at her partner and tells him something I can't hear. I guess he couldn't either because he gestured towards his ears and moves closer. She shows him her hand – the ring. 

Dammit, the ring. 

He looks and shrugs, having probably seen the token of commitment flashed at him many times in resistance. He smiles, and shows her his hand – another ring. She laughs, relieved that her partner is in the same shoes. 

Whatever it meant to her, it clearly meant something else to him because his started caressing her hair deeply with his ring finger. She blushed immediately and withdrew, looking around, only to find Ashley now in full make out. Unfazed, he takes her hands and pulls her into an embrace. Shocked but now left with little option but to engage in his flirty advance, she follows his lead. He skillfully tangos to some Latin beat, holding her close by her lower back. He spins and twirls her around, never removing eye contact. She is laughing and the color of her cheeks begins to betray her reluctance. She looks incredible strutting her legs in those heels. Her emerging confidence is sexy as it is surprising. Oh how I want her now. 

Whether he intended it or not, they dance further from the center and towards the edge of the floor. I stand up from my seat and follow, slipping into the crowd to hide from their view. Just as I see them again, he kisses her cheeks. It's over I thought. But she continues dancing and pulls him closer, resting her head against his chest. Sensing her comfort, he slides one hand down from her sides towards her thigh. I feel my pants tighten rapidly and it's hard to breath. 

He caresses her hips slowly and softly, barely grazing the fabric of the dress. Her shoulders drop and I imagine her feeling waves of sensation washing against her over and over again, his fingers running up and down her skin. Moving even closer, I see that Allison's eyes are closed, but her lips are parted slightly. He continues to rub her hips, stroking her as they move together to a slow song. Slowly and subtly, the distance between her heels increase with each synchronized step. Feeling the fabric stretch against her hips, his hands migrate from her hips to the top of where her cheeks meet. Shit, he is actually touching her ass. 




Turning Allison



She squeezes his other hand and closes her eyes even more. Taking that as a sign of pleasure, he continues to brush against her curves, rubbing up and down against the outline of where I expected her panty to be. 

He proceeds to bend down to kiss her ears, nibbling at the crevasses and massaging her thighs with more force. He whispers something into her ears and she nods quickly, still eyes shut. Her legs widen even more, now 2 feet apart as she starts to move her hips against his hand. I could see her feet squirming inside her heels as her legs shake. 

Seeing her submission, he kisses her forehead slowly, leaving a trail of kisses down to her lips. Her mouth forms a wider O as her body grinds against him harder reflexively. 

I hold my breath as the next few moments unfold in slow motion. She lifts her face off his chest and kisses him on the lips, her lips planted directly on his. He smiles, kissing back with increasing passion. He runs his hands up her thighs under the dress, pulling it up slightly in the process. It clings half folded over her smooth toned thighs, giving only a glimpse of his hand. Biting him back, she buckles and loses herself to total ecstasy. 

What more could I want?



Turning Bisexual



Authors note: This is a story of loving wives, in other words married women having sex with other people. If you can't handle it or the explicit language I suggest you don't read it and certainly don't send me any nasty e-mails. Not only will you not get a reply, it won't even be read. If you do however which to send me positive critique, I'll be glad to read your personal comments.

I ran into an old school girlfriend the last summer…

Belinda and I were best friends all through our school years, probably because we are just alike.  When we both turned 16 and started our first sexual experiments with boys, it was obvious; we were not just alike but absolutely the same.
We shared our experiences and swapped ideas...  It was actually Belinda that started me on having more than 1 sex partner at a time.

We normally had these talks upstairs, in either her or my bedroom.  Of course, these chats always made us both horny.  A couple of times we wound up kissing or caressing each others over our clothes.
A few times we even masturbated.  We would then sit next to each other and masturbated separately, while we were watching a porn tape from my dad.  And no matter how sexually active and experimental we both already were, we never really did anything together.

When Belinda was gone and I was alone in my bedroom I would repeatedly masturbate while fantasizing about her.  I suspected Belinda did the same, but that was another subject that we never dared to talk about.

When Belinda met David, she was 21 and married him a year later.  She thought he was her prince charming and although he did look good, I never liked him.  I couldn't say why, but he just rubbed me wrong.  In any case, it wasn't my place to intervene with their relationship and decided to stay out of it.

It didn't take long until I was proven right, unfortunately.  They weren't married 3 months when he got really jealous and possessive.  Belinda and I started to get together less and less until I didn't see or hear from her at all anymore.  That is five years ago now.

Anyway, this is neither the time nor place to tell a sob story, instead I'll try to tell you, in as much detail as I can, how Belinda and I found each other again...

It was Thursday evening and I was driving home from work when I decided to stop at a little fries stand to pick up some fries and snacks for Bart and I.  It had been a long day and I didn’t feel like starting on dinner anymore.

The fries stand is located on the corner of a big parking lot from a supermarket.  By the time I took my place in the line there were about 5 or 6 college kids standing in front of me, waiting to order.

It was actually kinda dumb of me.  Thursday evening is when all the student clubs keep their parties, so they still have Friday to recuperate before going home to mommy and daddy.  I used to do it myself all the time when I was still in school.

I made peace in my mind with the fact that I would be waiting for a while and stared over the parking lot.  Cars were coming and going, people loading in their groceries, trying to keep their kids close, … when I saw a woman lifting several bags from her shopping cart into the trunk of her car.

I only saw her back, but the long black hair and the way she carried herself sure reminded me of Belinda.  I knew it couldn’t be her, but I had my eye fixed on this woman, hoping I would be wrong.

After she loaded the last bag in the car, she pushed the cart away back into the store and when she walked back I had a clear look on her face.

The distance between her and I together with the fact that I really didn’t consider the option that it actually could be my old school girlfriend, made it so that it took some time before I realized it really was her.

She was already close to the car by the time I reacted, so I quickly ran out the waiting line in her direction and called her name a couple of times.  She was at the door of her car when she heard and saw me.

The first look on her face made me think I had made a mistake, but she just was as surprised to see me as I was to see her.

“Veronique?” she said with an asking voice

“YES!” I shouted while I was already standing next to her “I can’t believe I find you here!  How have you been?”

“Fine” Belinda answered me “and you?  What have you been up to?”

“Oh, I got married” I said with a smile on my face.

She couldn’t believe it.  Me, married?!  That’s as impossible as her getting married!

We talked for 5 more minutes on the side of the car before deciding to go sit down behind a cup of coffee in a bar.

It was there that I learned she divorced from her ex over a year ago.  It was the worst 4 years of her life.  She actually didn’t sleep with any other man during her marriage, try to flirt as little as possible, but still David was incredibly jealous.  They would have screaming fights every time she even looked at another man.

The last year she was so happy to be single again she didn’t mourn her relationship at all and started dating again, being her typical self.

She tried to contact me, but because I moved 2 years ago and got married as well she couldn’t find me.

I called Bart to tell him I ran into an old friend and the next 2 hours Belinda and I caught up.  I told her the things I was doing now, how my career was going, how great Bart is, …

Except for the fact that her marriage was a disaster, Belinda was doing good as well.  A good job, dependable friends, a nice little apartment at only 30 minutes away from were Bart and I lived, …

While we were talking I would look at her and couldn’t help finding myself attracted to her perhaps even more than we were kids.  At moments, I could tell she had the same thoughts.

She had gotten even prettier over the years, her tits and hips filled out, long curly black hair, a spark in her hazelnut brown eyes, a cute smile, …

It was passed 8 pm when we decided it was time to go home, but not before setting a date to get together again.

Normally Bart and I would have gone grocery shopping and do some house chores this Saturday, but it had been too long.  I cleared my agenda so Belinda and I could have the day to go shopping together.  I was sure Bart wouldn’t mind, because he would get out of working around the house and have the whole day to play on his Xbox.

When I got back home I told Bart everything about my meeting with Belinda.  She wasn’t in my life anymore when Bart and I met so he never knew about her, so I had to fill him in there a bit too.

“Is it OK if I meet Belinda this Saturday to go shopping together?” I asked Bart after telling him about Belinda “Just us girls going clothes shopping and talking girl stuff…”

“Euh, sure, why not” answered Bart before he realized he would get a good deal out of this too.

His face lit up when it hit him “Hey, then I can have the whole day to play instead of work!”

“Yep” I laughed “we both can have a lazy day this weekend”

On Friday I called with Belinda to set up a meeting place and discuss some more details.  That’s all we talked about, but still it wound up being a call of more than an hour.  How did that happen??

That evening I couldn’t get her out of my mind.  I hadn’t thought about her in several years, but now I felt exactly the way I felt before, when she and I were having daily chats in our bedrooms.

In the shower that evening, while washing my body, feeling the water run over my naked body, my fantasy took the better of me.  I held a stick of soap in my hand and rubbed it gently from my clit to my butt hole and back up to my clit a couple of times while I was imagining it was Belinda’s tongue doing the caressing.  It didn’t take 30 seconds for me to orgasm so hard I literally fell to my knees.

It didn’t take the edge of however, it left me wanting more.  I furiously started to push my fingers in and out of my soaking pussy and then replaced them with a soap bottle.

After the bottle made me cum again, I stepped out of the shower and ran into the bedroom.  I took my big see-through dildo and shoved it as deep in my pussy as I could.

I came a couple more times before I was able to regain control of myself and finished getting showered.

I don’t know if Bart heard me while I was upstairs, but when we went to bed he fucked me like an animal.  He drove his cock hard into my awaiting, clean shaven, sluttly cunt over and over.  He had me bent over the desk, fucked me from behind with me on my hands and knees, he spanked my ass and had me begging for him to cum inside me.

When he finally dumped his load in my cunt we both collapsed and fell asleep with his cock still inside me, his cum slowly trickling out, making a mess on the bed.

Later that night I woke up with Bart slowly moving his cock in and out of my vagina.  I pretended to be a sleep but undeliberately moaned a little so I’m sure he knew I was awake.

Without me moving a muscle, still pretending to be asleep, he creamed my pussy for a second time that night.  Then he leaned over, kissed my face and said how much he loved me.

Bart and I woke up around 10:30 am to find a big mess in our bed.  We took a bath together and while he was still sitting in the water resting, I started to get ready for my day with Belinda.

I stepped out of the bathtub and blow dried my hair.  Then I started to polish the nails of my toes and fingers.  I decided on black nail polish.  I love how black nail polish makes my hands and feet look and I know it also drives Bart crazy.

By the time my hands and feet were done, my body was dry as well (I love air drying when I have the time), so I could start putting on my make-up.

I was in the process of putting on green-black eye shadow when Bart asked me “Are you only hooking up with Belinda or do you have something extra planned?”

Of course I knew what he meant, “No, honey, I’m not planning anything today, although I never make a promise about that, you know that” I answered him honestly.

When I was done putting on my make-up, Bart told me I looked stunning.

His face was still wet and I didn’t want to restart with the make-up so I thanked him by blowing him a kiss before walking out the door to our bedroom to choose my clothes.

I guess I felt like wearing black that day, first I pulled up a black lazy thong until the fabric was wedged between my ass cheeks and fitting tightly over my hips.  Next I slowly rolled up a pair of fishnet stockings under which I would be wearing a pair of pumps.

I always love putting on my stockings, I love how it feels when my hands run slowly up my leg and, I guess, the thought of somebody taking them of as well.  Also, I don’t think I have a spectacular body, but I do like my legs.  I’m 6 feet tall and with the stockings and pumps my legs seem to go all the way up to heaven.

As a top, I put on my red top with low-cut back and spaghetti straps that tied around my neck.  The skirt that goes with it is a red, knee length, loose fitting skirt that blows nicely in the wind.

I looked at myself in the mirror “Just right.  Sexy, but nothing provocative” I thought.

Bart was done with his bath and walked in the room.  He hugged me from behind and told me I looked nice.

“For once you look like a lady instead of a slut when you are going out” he whispered in my ear with a smile on his face.  Then he continued by kissing my neck.

I reached behind my back and gently but firmly squeezed his cock: “Be careful what you say” I teased him “or this slut will have to teach you a lesson”.

I squeezed his cock just a bit harder and he started to moan while still sucking on my neck.

My knees turned to jelly and I felt his cock getting harder, but I broke our embrace “I’m sorry honey, I’m already running later, but I’ll make it up to you later.  I promise”

“I know” said Bart “It’s OK.  Have fun today”

“Oh I will.  What’s not to enjoy: a day of shopping, catching up with Belinda, doing girl stuff, …” I said will I was slipping my feet in a pair of matching red pumps.

It was 12:45 when I jumped in the car which gave me 15 minutes to reach our rendezvous point 30 km further.

I parked my BMW 20 minutes later and saw Belinda had already arrived.

We gave each other a big hug, complimented one another on how we looked and headed of in the direction of the city center.  There are lots of fun little stores and clothing stores.

Belinda was wearing a V-neck T-shirt and tight fitting jeans with plateau shoes.  Everything she was wearing was hugging her body tightly and really showed off her female forms.  She had kept the same style she wore when we were younger.  And why not, she looked great in those kinds of clothes, but she knew that.

The first clothing store we saw, we walked into and started trying on clothes while talking up a storm.

When Belinda was trying on clothes I would go and find other models to try on and handing it to her under the curtain and visa versa.

I guess it was 1:30 pm when Belinda started asking me more personal questions.

“So?  Are you happy with Bart?” she asked me.

“Sure I am” I replied “I already told you that I loved him very much.  Didn’t I?”

“Yes, you did” she chuckled “but I mean in the sack…”

She was looking straight into my eyes with a devilish look on her face.

“Hehe, you have no idea” I told her with a wink.

Belinda laughed “Good!  Sex is important in a relationship.  Although it’s not everything, like I came to realize…”

“Does he know about your past?”

“He sure does” I replied “he has no problem with it.”

I deliberately only answered to her questions, avoiding going deeper into it myself, just to tease her.

I could see on her face she was getting more curious with every question she asked.  She was aching for me to spill the beans about our sex life, but I wanted to tease her a bit more, just like we did when we were still kids.

“So have you been able to keep faithful to him?” she asked me quietly, almost embarrassed to ask me.

“No” was all I answered

“Really?!” she said shocked “and does he know?”

“Yes” was another short reply of me.

Her mind was racing.  She was so curious she could barely stand herself.

I couldn’t hold it in any longer and started laughing hard.

“Damn you!” she shouted playfully at me “you are teasing me, aren’t you?”

I laughed “Yes I am, just for old sakes”

I proceeded by telling her Bart and I are swingers.  I told her how Bart first found out about it, and how we progressed from there on.  I told her in detail of some of my adventures with one of my lovers while Bart was watching or waiting at home for sloppy seconds.

Her jaw was on the floor “You are kidding?!” she said.

“No, I’m not” I answered “I’m being serious”.

“We have an open relationship.  He can have sex with other women, while I can fuck other men.  Although I must admit I use my privileges more than he uses his” I said with a smile.

“Damn girl” Belinda said when she got over the shock “you got really lucky.  I’m jealous!”

The next hour or so I kept answering the questions Belinda had for me.  We were both getting really excited, I could tell.  It was just like high school again.

During another fitting, Belinda asked me if I could help her zip up the zipper in the back from the dress she was trying on.

When I opened the curtain I saw Belinda standing there with the straps of the dress pulled over her shoulders, but the zipper still completely undone, showing her whole backside.  She had a blue laced bra on with clamps in the front.

I was tampering around with the zipper before I noticed Belinda was looking at me in the mirror.  When I felt the zipper was starting to cooperate I closed it slowly why running my hands over her back and looking straight into Belinda’s eyes.

She has the most beautiful, ice blue eyes in which you can get completely lost.

When the zipper was up, she quickly turned towards me and we shared a passionate kiss which seemed to last hours.

When we stopped we look at each other silently until she broke the tension “Damn, I’ve always wanted to do that.”

“I hope it was as good for you as it was for me” I replied.

“It sure was, you are a great kisser” she told me.

We were both glad they wasn’t any awkwardness, but the moment had passed and we both walked out the changing stall to look at the dress in a full length mirror.

It was a beautiful classy black dress that was just made for her body, it would have been a waste to leave it hanging.

Half an hour later Belinda walked out with the dress and I picked up two tops and a jeans.

The next store we walked into was V&R, a big clothing store which always has tons of great stuff, a dangerous place for 2 girls on a shopping spree…

I was trying on a cute tank top in 1 one of the changing rooms when suddenly the door opened.

I was standing there completely naked from the waist up, completely shocked, when I saw Belinda closing the door of the stall behind her.

She took a step forward and softly placed her lips on mine.  Her hands were resting on my hips before she slowly ran them up my back.  Her touch sent shivers down my spine, I love having my back tickled.

I replied her kiss by parting my lips and accepting her tongue into my mouth.  This kiss was a lot more sensual than the first one we shared a bit earlier.

She ran her hands over my side and stopped when her hands were cupping my breasts.  She was gently squeezing them with the palm of her hands.  I just stood there with my eyes closed and my head hung back, enjoying her touch.

After a minute or so I was finally able to move and I raised my hands to her breasts.  I knew there were video cameras in the stalls to prevent theft, and if someone was watching they would have quite a show, but I didn’t care at that moment.

But that was not considering Belinda.  Right before I reached her chest, she took hold of my hands “Why don’t we go to my place?” she said “it’s only a 10 minute drive from here”.

I reacted by quietly nodding my head, dropping the tank top on the chair and putting my own top back on.
Two minutes later we were almost running down the shopping street towards her car.

I’ve had sex with women before, but never without a man (or 2) there watching us, I was nervous as hell and my mind was racing “Did I just accept to go to her house?  What is she planning?  Does she really want to have sex with me?  Do I really want to do this myself? …”

I was answering my questions as fast as they were popping into my head “You know what she wants to do!  Yes, I want to do this, I’ve been wanting to do this ever since our youth! …”

A few minutes later we were sitting in her car while she was driving home.  The stick of the car in her hands was so erotic.  She must have also spent a little time on doing her nails, they were painted bright red with some decals on her ring finger and thumb.

I placed my hand on hers.  Belinda just looked at me and smiled.  She moved her hand, with mine resting on top, towards her crotch before she placed her hand back on the stick.

I took the hint, I moved my entire hand up and down over her jeans, stimulating her pussy before making slow, small circles with my index and middle finger over where her clit was situated.

She was thoroughly enjoying my touch.  Her head was resting against the head rest of her seat and her eyes rolled into the back of her head a few times while making some lovely muffled noises.

I moved my hand away from her crotch and let it slide under her T-shirt over her stomach until I reached her right full tit.  I gently ran my hand lightly over her boob before pinching her nipple a bit.

Her muffled noises were starting to get louder.

When I moved my hand back down to her pussy, I think she came.  She pushed her chest out, digging her head into the head rest and she was now moaning.




Turning Bisexual



Her movements were getting me so incredibly hot, my pussy was already dripping wet with anticipation.

After that we pulled into a driveway and stopped.  We already reached her place.  And although I hadn’t seen any road, I’m sure we must have swerved all over the place.  Luckily we made it without any accidents.

We both got out the car and she led me to an apartment on the third floor.

I didn’t really care about the apartment, although it looked really nice from the outside, but when I came inside I noticed she had decorated it for the sole purpose of sex.  There were lots of mood lights, dimmers on the ceiling lights, real cozy living area, …

The bedroom was the only place I really saw though.  It was a huge bedroom with a huge bed, decorated very fashionably.

I was standing next to Belinda when she took my hand and pulled me against her body.

While we were kissing her hands went behind my neck and untied the straps on my top.  When they were loose, she slipped my top down my waist and let it fall to the floor.

I took a hold of her T-shirt at the bottom and pulled it over her head.

She was looking at my naked tits while she undid her bra and let her breasts spring loose.  They are beautiful full D-cups, firm but jiggly, round with perfect dark nipples.

Belinda then took another step forward and undid the button of my skirt to let it fall to the floor as well.

She is about 3 inches shorter then I am, but with her (I guess 4 inches tall) plateau shoes we were the same height.  So while she was taking my skirt off, her naked tits rubbed against mine, it was the most erotic feeling.

When my skirt was lying on the floor next to my top, she kicked off her shoes and slowly slipped out of her jeans.

In the mean time I took off my shoes as well and when she was naked in front of me with nothing but a G-string on I embraced her again.

Both our hands roamed each others bodies and disappeared in our underwear.

Her fingers slowly entering my pussy and her thumb rubbing my clit felt so fucking good, but I wanted to see her naked, I had waited 15 years to see her completely naked.

I slowly bent through my knees, sticking my ass backwards, while I kissed and licked my way over her tits and down her belly until I reached her pussy.

She was shaven with a short little clipped line of hair over her cunt.  Her pussy lips were already swollen and stood open like a flower, showing her sensitive clit.

After I was done admiring her beautiful pussy I placed my tongue on the bottom of her cunt and slowly licked up, flicking her clit at the end of every upwards motion.  Then I placed my hand on her pussy and pulled her lips apart with my index and middle finger, giving me full access to her inside.

I started licking her inner lips, coming up occasionally to pay some attention to her clit.  A minute later she was holding the back of my head and pushing her hips hard onto my face.  I was pushing my tongue into her pussy as deep as I could.

Belinda wasn’t moaning anymore, she was screaming with pleasure “AAAHHHHH, yes Veronique, lick my cunt.  AAHHH, I’m cummminngggggggg…..”
When she came, she bent so far through her knees she was almost sitting on my face and sending a flood of fluids in my mouth.

When her orgasm subsided, she pulled me up and stuck her tongue down my throat, tasting her cum.

She was getting very dominant and pushed me backwards on the bed and mounted me, her heavy tits running over my body.

It was her turn to return the favor.  While she was moving her face closer to my pussy she was slowly rolling off my stockings.

By the time she actually reached my steaming pussy I was so hot I was actually dizzy.  I accepted her tongue on my cunt by spreading my legs in the air as far as I could, completely opening my hips.

It felt like her tongue melted with my pussy, it fitted just right.  She was an excellent pussy licker, letting her tongue circle the outside of my pussy, before coming inwards, then playing with my clit, lick me up and down, and starting back over.

She read my body perfectly, every time I got close to cumming she would slow back down, leaving me hanging.

“AAAAaahhhh, please continue” I moaned “It feels so good.  Don’t stop!!”

“Haha, you were teasing me earlier, now it’s time for you to pay that price…” she laughed at me before placing her mouth back on my cunt.

Belinda continued to tease me orally for a few minutes more until she had me completely begging: “Please Belinda, I’m sorry I was teasing you, aahhhhh, make me cum, pleeaasssseeeee, aaaahhhhh”

I continued: “I won’t tease you anymore, just make me cum, I can’t stand it anymoreeeeeeee…”

She felt sorry for me and starting thrusting her tongue into my hole.

It only took 5 or 10 good and fast, deep thrusts of her tongue to make me cum screaming.

It was one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had, due to the anticipation, not only the last hour but the last 15 years.  I could feel my pussy pulsate, sending a river of my juices down Belinda’s throat.

She was also enjoying it, she was moaning while her tongue was licking up my juices.  The vibrations it made felt wild on my clit.

I came back down to earth and Belinda turned her body around without letting go of my pussy with her mouth and sat her cunt right on my face.

She started moving her hips, rubbing her cunt over my tongue as if she was fucking a 9” cock.  Every time she thrusted her hips forward her butt hole was right in my face, I couldn’t help but reaching out with my hands and starting to massage her butt hole.

I could tell Belinda liked it, she started wiggling her ass in the process as well.  I slowly inserted a finger in her anus and started massaging her.

When she came she screamed loudly: ”fuck yes, yes, yes, yeeessss, aaaahhhhhhhh, ….”

It was so erotic I came again myself, just from watching her.

Belinda rolled of me and laid down next to me on her bed.  We kissed each other while we played with each others cunts, this time also inserting some fingers.  I loved the sight of Belinda’s beautiful red painted fingernails disappearing into my pussy.

Five minutes later she opened the dresser drawer.  I saw the biggest collection of toys I’ve ever seen owned personally by someone: dildos, virbrators, butterflies, butt plugs, oil, lotions, …

She took out a big black dildo, put some lube on it and slit it into my pussy.

The thing split me wide, my cunt stretched out as far as it could around the round rubber cock sliding into me.  I came instantly.

Once my pussy was adjusted to the huge size, Belinda started thrusting it in and out.  It was an incredible feeling, being fucked by the huge dildo that was handled by a woman who is also my best friend.  I think it is safe to say I came hard.  If the neighbours were move, I’m sure they could follow us word for word and moan for moan…

I saw a pink double sided dildo and took it out of the drawer.  I didn’t use any lube, but instead first stuck it into my dripping wet box before I turned it around and slid it into my girlfriends’ pussy.  I moved my pussy over the other end and thrusted forward.

I held the dildo in place when we both started fucking the dildo with great force and skill.

After we both yet another orgasm, we were catching our breath when Belinda asked if I wanted a drink.

“Sure” I said “I got thirsty just now”

Belinda winked at me “I know what you mean”.

I watched her naked body get out of the bed and walk into the hallway.  She has got a beautiful voluptuous body with the perfect feminine curves.  Watching her walking barefoot down the hall, swinging her hips, her ass bouncing just right, made me horny again.

I got up out of bed as well and walked in the direction I saw her disappear.  I could feel our juices running down my leg, tickling all the way down, that feeling always gets me very horny.

I saw her in the kitchen pouring in a glass of white wine and I hugged her from behind.

She hung her head back and we started French kissing while I cupped her breasts.  She turned around, I grabbed her tits again and she poured some of the wine on her chest.

I slurped the treat up from her body and followed the wine I missed down her body over her pussy and legs.

The bottle was empty and Belinda placed it on the ground.  She bent through her knees and slid her pussy over the opening, letting the bottle penetrate her.

“Damn girl, you are fucking kinky” I said “I haven’t even done any of this stuff”.

Belinda looked up at me while she was riding the bottle and said: “You haven’t seen anything yet.  Just stick with me, and I’ll show you the meaning of kinky”.  Then she just closed her eyes and rode the bottle till she came.

I was next.  I’ve never slid a bottle in my pussy before and I wanted to know how it felt.  And let me tell you, it is a very special feeling.  The fact that the base widens up, gives a very cool effect.  I fucked myself with that bottle 2 more times that afternoon.

The rest of the afternoon we spend pleasing each other, drinking some wine, eating food of each others bodies and talking about our sexual experiences.

By the time Belinda drove me back to my car we were both feeling pretty good and my body was showing the evidences of sex: my body was sticking from the wine and food, I had love bites in my neck, my ass was kinda reddish from the spanking game Belinda and I played and my cunt was just standing wide open from all the dildo’s, bottles and fingers that got inserted the last 3 hours.

While I was driving back home I was thinking of how I would tell my hubby I just had sex with another woman.  As any red blooded man, it’s his ultimate fantasy, but except for the few occasions were I’ve had sex with another woman to do him a favor, I had never considered myself bi-sexual.  That all changed that afternoon…

I arrived back home just before 6 pm.

“Hi honey, I’m home” I shouted from in the hall way.

“Did you have fun?” Bart asked me while sitting in front of the TV playing his game.

“Yes, I did, thank you”.

My face must still have been flushed from the afternoon of sex, because as soon as I opened the door to the front room, Bart saw me in the corner of his eyes and immediately looked up at me.

“Did you get fucked by some guy again?” he asked me.

“No, I didn’t”, I replied honestly.

He didn’t reply and just looked at me questionly.

I leaned over and whispered in his ear “Why don’t you forget about this stupid game and come help me with something upstairs?”

I quickly ran out the door upstairs and waited for Bart to join me in our bedroom.

When Bart walked into the room a minute later I was standing naked in front of him in the middle of the room.

The room already smelled like Belinda and I.  Bart closed the door behind him and came towards me.  He placed his right hand on my cunt while he was looking me straight in the eyes.

Of course he had already noticed the smell of sex in the bedroom and when he felt my cunt it was pretty obvious he would physically proof his suspicions were correct.  My cunt was so wet that my juices were running down my legs and my pussy lips were blood engorged and standing wide open.

His hand was cupping my pussy and his middle finger was buried up to his knuckle in my love cave, moving it around just a bit.

“Yes, you did have sex”, he said to me.

I had problems concentrating with his finger in my bald cunt, teasing me.

“Aaahhhhh, you never asked me if I had sex today”, I moaned slowly “Only if I fucked another guy today”.

“Well, I can tell you got fucked.  If it wasn’t a guy, who was it?” he asked me.

“Belinda” I answered quietly while I closed my eyes to enjoy his touch even more.

“Belinda?!  Your old school girlfriend Belinda?!” he asked me.

“Yes” is all I could answer.

“You are such a slut!” he told me with a devilish smile on his face while he removed his hand from my pussy and stuck his finger in my mouth.

I licked my juices from his hand and replied “Your slut… mmmmm…  And you wouldn’t like me any other way”.

He got undressed and I laid down on the bed with my legs already spread, waiting to welcome his hard cock into my soft sluttly pussy.

While he fucked me that evening with his hard thick cock, I told him everything in detail what I did that afternoon with Belinda.

He was particularly interested in how Belinda looked.  He seemed to go completely wild whenever I mentioned the magnificent tits she has.

“Would she be interested in a threesome, you think?” my hubby asked me while I was on top of him, riding his cock deep into my cunt.

“Belinda?!” I asked “Hell yeah.  I’m pretty sure about that!”

“I think I want to meet her” he said.

“Really?  Why?” I teased him “What would you do?”

He continued to say he wanted to fuck her the way he was fucking me now.  He described me all the various positions in which he would like to stick his dick into her.

“Proof it to me” I said “think of me as being Belinda you are fucking now”.

What followed was an hour of incredible sex where he called me Belinda and every dirty little word in the book (which turns Belinda and I both on to no end…)

The next week Belinda came over and we had our first threesome.  She is now back part of our life, sometimes both us at the same time, other times just Bart’s … or mine… ;)

Let me know if you think you want to hear some more of our experiences with Belinda.

Love,
Veronique



Turning Contest: A Beautiful Blonde



Summary: Teen seductress MILF molests and takes teen in clothing shop 

Thanks to: Thanks to hfernandez1983 for the story idea suggestion. 

Thanks to 2: Robert, goamz86, and Wayne for editing. 

Note: This series is based on a few things: 

a) Quick seductions (Each story will likely be under 5000 words... give or take); these are sex stories and thus not the usual detailed character development I often have) 

b) Some are inspired by the Japanese molestation videos that are so popular in Japan. 

c) This will be, if people enjoy them, a many chapter's series of five women who seduce straight women. 

Turning Contest: A Beautiful Blonde 

Seductress 1: Mrs. Veronica Stone 

Amy was walking down the street, texting on her phone. 

Mrs. Veronica Stone was returning from lunch walking in the opposite direction, a coffee in her hand. As she saw the young nubile teen, in a plaid skirt, white blouse and pantyhose, she instantly knew her first target. 

Mrs. Stone and four other married best friends had made a bet at lunch just fifteen minutes ago. How many teens, college girls or women could they seduce in one week? The winner would get the other four women's daughters for a weekend. 

Each daughter was a submissive to her own mother (except for Carol White who was more the submissive to her own daughter)... and it was time for some daughter swapping... unbeknownst to the submissive daughters. 

Mrs. Stone was always drawn to girls in pantyhose'; she made all her pets wear nylons of some sort and when she saw the pretty blonde walking towards her in nylons she knew she was the one. 

Mrs. Stone owned a clothing store a block away and already had a plan for her first seduction. 

She walked directly into the oblivious teen, spilling coffee all over her white shirt. 

"What the hell?" Amy gasped, looking up. 

"I'm so sorry," Veronica apologized. 

"My blouse is ruined," Amy said, looking down at the new blouse she had just bought a couple of days ago. 

"I can make it up to you," Veronica said, acting all concerned. 

"You can?" Amy questioned, looking up at the woman. 

"Yes, I own a clothing store a block away, my dear," Veronica said. "I can get you something cute to go with that plaid skirt." 

"Um, okay," Amy nodded. 

"Come with me," Veronica said, taking the young girl's hand and already sensing the natural submissiveness of the pretty teen. 

Amy followed, although confused why she was allowing her hand to be held. 

Veronica led the fresh meat into the store, and straight to the back racks where the new clothes were, a particular corner she called the seduction corner, close to the fitting rooms. 

"Pick anything you want, my dear," Veronica said keeping up her sweet persona. 

"Thank you, ma'am," Amy said, grateful to the very nice woman. 

Veronica moved behind the teen, leaned forward, and grabbed a nice blouse, "How about this?" 

"It's very nice," Amy nodded. 

"Feel free to try on anything you want," Veronica said. "Pick three to keep." 

"Three?" Amy asked, surprised. 

"It's the least I can do," Veronica smiled, especially since I'm about to dominate you'. 

Another customer arrived and Veronica turned to help the customer, her hand gliding over the teen's ass ever so lightly as she did so. 

Amy was surprised, but as she looked back, she saw the woman was assisting another woman and returned to browsing the fancy clothes. 

As Veronica kept helping the other customer, her hand continued to slyly caress the teen's ass. 

Amy tried to focus on picking some blouses, these all more expensive than anything she owned. Yet, she began to realize she was being felt up. Amy moved away slightly and Veronica continued assisting the customer. 

When Veronica was done with the customer, she returned to the teen and put her hand directly under the teen's skirt and firmly squeezed her ass. 

The customer went to the other side of the rack of clothes and asked Veronica, "Do you have this in medium?" 

Veronica moved back behind the teen as she said, "Just check the medium section there," as her hands went firmly to the teen's ass and stayed there. 

Amy was stunned. She was being molested right in front of another woman. Yet, not wanting to be caught in such a compromising position, she allowed it to happen. She also was surprised by the strange sensation of soft hands on her ass, unlike the roughness of her boyfriend. 

Amy turned her head around to get a good look at the owner's face... the woman molesting her... in public. She didn't look back at her as she spoke to the other customer. 

Veronica got more aggressive when the teen didn't move away. She caressed firmly before slowly and methodically tearing the teen's pantyhose which gave her direct access to the girl's luscious ass. 

Amy was a confused mess. She couldn't believe this was happening; she also couldn't believe it was definitely turning her on. She knew she should protest, move away; yet she didn't, as she glanced at the oblivious other woman looking at blouses. 

Veronica, getting bolder when the teen didn't protest, moved her hand inside the pantyhose, and rubbed the teen's pussy from behind... a very wet pussy. 

Amy moaned, in a whisper, the other woman now just out of ear shot, "Ma'am, what are you doing?" 

"You're checking out my merchandise, I'm checking out yours," Veronica whispered, her hot breath on the teen's ear, as her fingers parted the young woman's pussy lips. 

"Ohhh," Amy moaned, an intense pleasure hitting her, as she heard the woman's ludicrous words. She knew this was wrong, yet it felt right. As soon as she moaned, she looked up worried the other woman heard her. She hadn't. 

Veronica continued her aggressive attack as she moved her hand inside the teen's pantyhose and panties, and began to directly stroke the girl's wet pussy and clit. 

Amy was overwhelmed. 

Amy couldn't believe how good it felt; she also couldn't believe she was allowing it to happen. She also couldn't understand why having others nearby, oblivious to the naughty sexual public act that was happening, made her more excited. She knew she should move, she knew she should stop this, but was unable. 

Amy knew it was completely wrong, yet stood there like a statue; partly because she felt paralyzed with shock and partly because she was paralyzed with growing pleasure. It seemed both the shock and the pleasure were ricocheting off each other like a pinball going wild. 

Even bolder, Veronica slid a finger inside her prey's pussy. 

"Oh, God," Amy moaned, as a finger slid inside her. 

"Don't come yet, my dear," Veronica ordered, as she added a second finger. 

Amy looked at the oblivious woman looking in the mirror with a blouse, then looked back at the older woman who was molesting her. The finger was driving her wild and her body began shaking and shuddering as she was finger banged. Shame coursed through her at allowing such a violation and yet her orgasm was so close, and she needed it so badly. 

Veronica, knowing that power came from control and knowing she was close, pulled her fingers out and purposely dropped a couple items onto the floor. 

Veronica bent down to pick up the clothes she dropped. 

Amy should have been happy to stop getting molested. She should have run away the moment she was in control. Yet, instead she looked down and watched with disappointment that her orgasm was prevented and stayed in place waiting for whatever was next. 

Veronica moved in front of the teen, quickly moved up and swiftly tore the teen's pantyhose in the crotch to get direct access to the teen's pussy, hidden somewhat by the rack of clothing. 

Amy watched with excitement, seeing that the pretty older woman wasn't going to leave her near eruption. 

Veronica always kept a pocket knife with her; it came in handy at work many times, and this was no exception. 

Amy saw the small knife and got nervous. But before she could react, the woman moved up and quickly cut the panties and pulled them out from inside their nylon prison. 

Veronica who loved having straight girls get their first pussy licking experience between her legs, also loved tasting fresh pussy herself. Confident she was quite hidden in the clothing, she leaned up and began licking the teen's already wet pussy. 

Amy moaned loudly just as the other customer walked away, hopefully out of ear shot. No one had ever licked her like that. Her boyfriend was rough and intense... this was tender, teasing and stimulating. 

Veronica only licked for a minute. Long enough to tease, long enough to enjoy the always delicious taste and long enough to enjoy the scented bouquet. Veronica then grabbed the clothes she had dropped and stood back up and whispered, as she leaned back in from behind the teen, putting the blouse back on a hanger, "you're delicious, my dear." 

Amy's entire body shivered; Amy's pussy begged for attention; Amy's legs opened with anticipation at further molestation. 

Veronica kissed the teen's neck. 

Amy quivered. 

Veronica returned her left hand to the teen's pussy and slid two fingers inside. 

"Oooooh," Amy moaned, looking around to see if anyone else was in view. She was thankful there was no one. The teen continued to shudder and whimper from the intense sensations coursing through her body. 

After a few fast deep thrusts, Veronica again pulled out and, after looking around for witnesses, she reached around and cupped both of the teen's covered breasts, surprised to feel the teen wasn't wearing a bra. She whispered, "No bra, my dear. Where you anticipating being my little slut today?" 

Being called a 'slut' usually would have had her lose it. Yet, here she was letting a stranger, a female no less, molest her. She had had her ass groped, her pussy fingered, her pussy licked and now her tits played with and she had allowed it. Although she wasn't a slut in the past, she had only slept with two guys, and blown five more (blow jobs pretty much second date expectations), she sure felt like one at the moment. 

Oddly, Amy liked the feeling of being a slut. She enjoyed just having someone take control of her. It was, ironically, incredibly liberating. 

Amy has also never been with a woman. She had kissed a few, mostly to tease boys and during truth or dare at cheerleader parties, but now she wasn't so sure she was straight. The odd intimacy of being molested, again ironic, an oxymoron of sorts, was that this felt better than any sex act that she had experienced with boys and men. 

Suddenly Amy's erect nipples were pinched over her sweater. 

Veronica asked again, "Answer me my little slut, why aren't you wearing a bra?" 

"I usually don't on weekends," Amy answered, always liking having her small but firm tits free. 

Looking back for customers and seeing none, Veronica quickly grabbed the teen's blouse and ripped it open. 

Amy gasped, a cool chill hitting her as her breasts were now exposed. 

Veronica grabbed the tits from behind again and said, "Such nice perky titties." 

"Thank you, ma'am," Amy responded, feeling completely like a slut getting felt up like this, yet also feeling compelled to show her desire to allow it to keep happening. 

Veronica heard voices coming and quickly pushed the teen to her knees and whispered, "Stay and lick." 

Amy's eyes went big, as she was suddenly on her knees, surrounded by clothing. In front of her was the woman, who lifted up her dress to reveal a few things: was wearing thigh high stockings, was not wearing panties, and was completely shaved. 

Veronica grabbed the dazed teen's head and roughly pulled her into her pussy. 

Amy was surprised by the sudden move, and instantly began licking, surprised by the strong scent. The taste was also pleasant and soon she was licking eagerly, forgetting where she was. 

Once the teen began licking, Veronica let go of her head and, as expected, the teen kept licking. 

Veronica casually feigned working as she moved clothes hangers around a bit while being pleasured. 

After a couple of minutes, a customer asked a question, startling both women. 

Amy froze, but Veronica slyly moved her hand down and tapped the teen's head. Amy kept licking even as two women talked. 

Veronica pointed the customer in the right direction and then closed her eyes and allowed the teen's tongue to please her. It took a couple of minutes, but Veronica's orgasm built quickly and she eventually came on the teen's face. 

Amy licked and licked and was surprised when suddenly her face was sprayed with wetness, the cum even stronger in taste. 

Once done, Veronica pulled the teen up and ordered, "Grab the outfits you want and go to change room six." 

"Yes, ma'am," Amy nodded, not wanting to leave... the molestation somehow drawing out her inner submissive. 

Amy grabbed the two outfits she had already chosen and went to the room indicated. 

Veronica went to her office for a moment in preparation of finishing her first conquest in the week-long competition as she pressed record on the video camera that was only in this room... the room only used for her many seductions of customers. 

Amy, in the room, couldn't believe what was happening, what had she allowed to happen and what she was about to allow to happen. She didn't even put on the new blouses she grabbed, instead taking off her stained blouse and waiting. 

Veronica knocked on the door. 

Amy opened it without hesitation. 

Veronica entered, closed the door and pushed the teen against the wall and kissed her passionately. 

Amy kissed back, enjoying the urgency of it after the slow teasing. 

When Veronica broke the kiss, she said, "Nice tits." 

"Thank you, ma'am," Amy replied, shivering. 

"What is your name, my pet?" Veronica asked. 

"Amy." 

"Have you been with a woman before?" 

"No, ma'am." 

"But you want to lick my pussy?" 

"Yes, ma'am," Amy admitted, wanting to be back on her knees licking. 

"Get that skirt off." 

"Yes, ma'am," Amy nodded, obeying instantly, taking her skirt off. 

"Did you enjoy having that tight pussy fingered?" 

"Yes, ma'am." 

"Do you want to come?" 

"Yes, ma'am, very badly," Amy answered, wanting to show her desperation. 

"Knees." 

Amy obeyed. 

Veronica walked over and ordered, "Lift up my skirt." 

"Yes, ma'am," Amy nodded. She obeyed and gasped when she saw a strap-on cock in her face. 

"Suck it, Amy," Veronica ordered. 

Amy stared at it, the cock way bigger than any guy she had sucked or fucked. This was also different. Licking a woman's pussy wasn't cheating the same way sucking a cock was... even if it was a plastic cock. 

Veronica, wanting to fuck the slut, not allowing time for the teen to reconsider, shoved it in the teen's mouth. 

Amy began sucking, her mouth stretched way more than she ever had. Instantly, she wondered what something so big would feel like in her pussy. 

After a couple of minutes, Veronica pulled Amy up, bent her over and rubbed the cock up and down the teen's wet pussy lips. 

"Ready to get fucked?" Veronica asked. 

"Yes, ma'am, please fuck me," Amy moaned, desperately wanting that cock in her, actually moving her ass back, trying to get it inside her. 

Veronica slid the cock deep in the teen's pussy, loving the thrill of fucking a new girl. 

Amy moaned, "Oh God, so big." 

"You like this cock, Amy?" 

"Yes, ma'am," Amy admitted, even as she tried to get used to the extra girth and length. 

"You know you will be coming back for my pussy and cock, don't you, my pet?" Veronica said. 

Amy knew that she would eagerly eat pussy again given the chance and as the cock completely filled her knew she would never be satisfied with her boyfriend's smaller cock. She moaned, "I think I will." 

"They always do," Veronica purred, thinking of how many women she had turned in her life and how almost all of them came crawling back for more. 

"They do? Amy asked. 

"Oh yes," Veronica purred. "Only women can really, truly, satisfy women." 

Thinking how she had never orgasmed from sex, only from her fingers after, she could understand her point. Yet, she wasn't convinced, even though she was super horny, that she could cum like this. She admitted, "I've never come from sex, ma'am." 

As Veronica slowly fucked the teen she scoffed, while smiling at the revelation, the willingness to tell her such things, "That doesn't surprise me, my pet. Men are only useful to knock us up." 

"I guess," Amy replied, hoping they had more purposes than that, although in retrospect she couldn't think of much. 

"I'll show you what a real orgasm feels like, my pet," Veronica promised. 

"Okay," Amy moaned, the pleasure already increasing. 

For a couple of minutes there was just slow fucking. Finally, Veronica asked, "Do you want to be my slut?" 

"Yes, ma'am," Amy moaned, willing to agree to anything to keep getting fucked. 

"Good sluts do as they are told," Veronica pointed out, stopping deep inside the moaning teen. 

"I'll do anything you want," Amy moaned, frustrated that the fucking had stopped. 

Veronica grabbed the teen's hips and bucked forcefully. 

"Oh, God!" Amy screamed, am intense pleasure hitting her. 

"You will do anything I say?" Veronica asked in clarification. 

"Anything," Amy whimpered, desperate to be fucked. 

"I want you back here tomorrow," Veronica said. 

"Okay," Amy nodded. 

"With a friend," Veronica added, thinking she may be able to get Amy do to some of her work for her. 

"Ohhhhhh," Amy moaned, not liking the idea, but moaning as the woman bucked hard into her again. 

"Will you do it, my pet?" Veronica questioned. 

Amy paused, trying to think who she would bring. 

Three quick hard thrusts. 

"Answer, slut," Veronica ordered. 

"Yes," Amy answered. 

"Yes, what?" Veronica questioned, one more hard thrust. 

"Yes, I'll bring a friend for you to fuck," Amy said, suddenly liking the idea. 

"Good, girl," Veronica purred, as she began fucking the teen hard. 

"Oh yes, please fuck me hard with that big cock," Amy moaned, loud enough for others to hear. 

Veronica had sound proofed the room for that reason, but didn't tell the teen that. 

"You like it hard, slut?" Veronica asked. 

"Yes, ma'am" she moaned, loving it hard when her boyfriend fucked her too, although it never got her off as he only lasted a couple minutes, max. 

Veronica slammed it deep in the teen's pussy as the teen's moans got louder. 

"Oh yes, so close," Amy babbled. 

Veronica, knowing how to make an orgasm intense, pulled out and sat on the bench. 

"Nooooo," Amy whined, desperate to come, thinking maybe her first real fucking orgasm was close. 

"Come ride me, slut," Veronica ordered. 

Amy quickly obeyed, desperate to have the big cock back inside her. 

Veronica put her hands on the girl's waist for balance, as Amy slowly lowered herself on the cock. 

"Oooooooooh, yes," Amy moaned, as the cock slid deep inside of her. The different position led to a different pleasure as it somehow stimulated differently. 

"Ride me, slut," Veronica ordered. 

"Yes, ma'am," Amy obeyed, beginning to bounce on the cock, while the woman groped her tits. 

Veronica knew from experience that the teen wouldn't last long. The earlier teasing, this position and the domme-sub treatment usually led to quick, intense orgasms. 

For a couple of minutes Amy took the entire cock deep in her as her pleasure increased. Amy stammered, I-I-I think I'm going to come." 

"Come for me, slut," Veronica ordered, pinching the teen's nipples. "Come for your Mistress." 

Hearing the term 'Mistress' somehow seemed natural and made her orgasm come. 




Turning Contest: A Beautiful Blonde



"Yes, Mistress," Amy declared, screaming as if that word was the straw that broke the camel's back. 

As Amy slowed down, Amy flipped her onto the floor on all fours and kept fucking her throughout her orgasm. 

Amy felt so slutty, so good. She didn't know pleasure could feel like this. Her entire sex life had been a charade, only this was real. 

Veronica, always knowing to leave them wanting more, pulled out and walked out without saying a word. 

Amy collapsed onto the floor, the orgasm hitting her so hard it usurped all her energy. She didn't move for a couple of minutes as her orgasm refused to leave. 

Once done, Amy weakly got dressed, put on one of the new blouses and walked out of the change room. 

Amy walked to the front with the other blouse and saw the pretty woman at the till working, talking to another teen. Oddly, a rush of jealousy coursed through her. 

Amy sheepishly walked to the till and waited in line, unsure what she was going to say. The aftermath of sex was always awkward for her. 

When it was her turn, Amy handed the woman the blouse, as well as her stained one. 

Veronica asked, "Did you enjoy your time in my shop, my dear?" 

"Yes, ma'am," Amy nodded. "It was very unexpected." 

"You only chose two," Veronica pointed out, as she put the two blouses in the bag, as well as a pair of thigh high stockings, and handed it to the teen, "You better come back tomorrow to choose one more." 

"Oh, I definitely will," Amy said, her pussy already tingling with anticipation. "I may come shopping here every day." 

"I also put in a special gift I expect you to wear for tomorrow," Veronica added, now alone with her. 

"Oh, okay," Amy said, looking in the bag out of curiosity and saw the thigh high stockings. "Oh, I will definitely wear them," thinking of the ripped pantyhose she was currently wearing. 

Veronica smiled, "And, my dear, don't forget to bring a friend." 

Amy nodded, "I'll try, ma'am." 

"No, do," Veronica ordered, just as another customer came to the till. 

"Yes, ma'am," Amy nodded, pondering who she would possibly bring with her... she had quite a few cute friends she was now seeing in a new light... as potential fuck buddies. 

"Have a great day," Veronica said, as she then turned to the next customer. 

"I already have," Amy replied, as she walked away knowing that her life had taken a much unexpected turn... one that changed everything. 

Once Veronica was done with the customer, she created a new kik chat group entitled BostonLezContest. She invited her four fellow best friends and players and then announced as she looked at the clock and smiled (48 minutes into the competition):  

Veronica: One! 

She smiled as she contemplated winning this contest and finally getting the daughters of her best friends. Each one of them were delicious and yet off limits... an agreement made by all five women years ago. 

A customer arrived walked into the store and Veronica pondered, 'I wonder if she is straight.' 

Scorecard: 

Veronica: 1 

Carol: 0 

Crystal: 0 

Jasmine: 0 

Portia: 0 

THE END



Turning Contest: A Cute Maid



Summary: Teen seductress MILF molests temp maid in her kitchen. 

Thanks to: Thanks to hfernandez1983 for the story idea suggestion. 

Thanks to 2: Robert, cuckdynasty, goamz86 and Wayne for editing this story. 

THE TURNING CONTEST is a week-long competition between five MILF best friends over who can turn more straight teens, college girls and women. 

The prize: The winner gets a weekend with the other four women's submissive 18-year-old daughters. 

Note: This series is based on a few things: 

a) Quick seductions (Each story will likely be under 5000 words... give or take); these are sex stories and thus lacking the detailed character development I often have) 

b) Some are inspired by the Japanese molestation videos that are so popular in Japan. 

c) This will be, if people enjoy them, a multi chaptered series about five women who seduce straight women. 

Although each story definitely stands on its own, this is the second seduction scene. The first was called: 

Turning Contest: A Beautiful Blonde, in which seductress VERONICA STONE seduces a teen in her clothing store. 

Turning Contest: A Cute Maid 

Seductress 2: Mrs. Carol White 

Carol drove home from the luncheon with her friends, mulling over the bet the girls had just made. The idea of the bet: a week long battle to see who could seduce the most women was quite a fun challenge, although she was the only submissive in the group. 

She really had no idea who to go after first... as seduction wasn't her forte. 

Although she loved her husband, she really preferred women. She regularly hooked up with her friends, often pleasured her maid, and had a few women who willingly allowed her to lick them. 

She wasn't submissive per se, she just loved eating pussy. She also loved fucking women with a strap-on. 

She regularly fucked her daughter and her maid... she even more regularly licked her daughter, her maid and all four of her best friends. 

Alas, she was frustrated; her maid was on holiday for two weeks, meaning her guaranteed pussy was not there. 

Then it hit her. 

The temp maid was perfect. 

She was cute, subservient, and didn't speak English well. 

She would be very unlikely to disobey her. 

She got a text. She looked at it and saw she was invited to a new Kik chat room. She laughed at the title: LALezContest. 

She logged in and saw that Veronica already had one seduction. She sighed, this wasn't going to be easy. 

She made three more stops and arrived home at 3:45, just in time to find the maid in her kitchen beginning to prepare dinner. 

Carol complimented, "You look very nice today, Anna-Marie." 

"Thank you, ma'am," Anna-Marie replied, thinking the compliment odd. The woman of the house had barely spoken to her the past two days, other than to give her instructions. This wasn't unusual in these rich white women's homes, where the maid was usually seen as a second class citizen. 

"I mean, you look really hot today," Carol added, her hand moving to the young woman's arm. "Do you have a boyfriend?" 

"No, ma'am," Anna-Marie answered, feeling awkward from the compliments and the questions. 

"A girlfriend?" Carol asked, continuing the soft caress. 

"God, no!" Anna-Marie answered, surprised by the assumption. 

"It's 2016, my dear, eating pussy instead of cock isn't frowned upon anymore," Carol said bluntly, as she moved behind the bewildered woman and began to feel her up. 

"Ma'am," Anna-Marie protested, shocked by what was happening. 

She had been hit on by the men of the house on occasion, but this was new. 

Carol whispered, "Keep prepping the chicken, my dear." 

Anna-Marie wanted to protest, but was in utter shock at what was happening. Plus, she couldn't afford to lose this job... it was her fourth temp job, and once done, she would qualify for a permanent contract. 

So... she kept prepping the chicken. 

"Such nice big tits you have," Carol complimented. 

"Thank you, ma'am," Anna-Marie absurdly replied, trying to remain respectful in the bizarre situation of being felt up by a female employer. 

"I bet you have some big nipples too," Carol purred, kissing the maid's neck, as her hand went under the woman's blouse. 

"I do, ma'am," Anna-Marie admitted, while trembling, then wondered why she had revealed that. 

Carol said, "Let me feel." She expertly unclasped the bra, pulled it out from underneath the blouse, and then moved both her hands to the maid's nipples. 

Anna-Marie's head was spinning in shock as she allowed herself to be felt up by her employer. She was also confused by the feelings inside her. Her vagina was enjoying this. 

"Nice hard nipples," Carol whispered. "I bet you love having them sucked, don't you?" 

Anna-Marie indeed did love having them sucked and hadn't had that pleasure in a long time... not once since moving to America six months ago. 

At her last job, she had sucked the cock of a college boy at a house she was cleaning in San Diego. He had coerced her to do it, and was fired when they were caught in the act. 

She moved to Boston after being blacklisted in San Diego and had finally found work after searching for the past month. 

So she was definitely going through withdrawal, both financially and sexually. 

Carol pinched both hard nipples and Anna-Marie moaned. 

"You do like that," Carol whispered, before moving her hands out of the blouse and under the skirt of the maid, "What else is for dinner?" 

Anna-Marie couldn't believe the woman's brazen behaviour, nor such a question considering what she was doing. Yet, trying to act natural, even as her panties got damp, she answered, "Rice and salad, ma'am." 

Carol smiled as she caressed the maid's big pantyhose clad booty. The fact that she hadn't freaked out, or moved away, proved Carol right, she was submissive. 

Carolyn complimented, "What a great booty you have." 

"Thanks, ma'am," Anna-Marie trembled as her ass cheeks were squeezed and caressed. 

"I bet you look great bent over," Carolyn continued, already envisioning bending the maid over and fucking her. 

Anna-Marie didn't speak, as she tried to focus on finishing marinating the chicken. 

Carol slipped her hand inside the maid's pantyhose and moved around to the girl's clit. 

"Ohhhh," Anna-Marie moaned, shocked, but too aroused to protest now that she was having her pussy touched. 

"Your pussy is so wet," Carol whispered. "Is that because of me?" 

"Yes, ma'am," Anna-Marie admitted, as the woman tapped her clit. 

"Do you want to come?" Carol asked, always loving getting a girl off. 

Anna-Marie considered lying and being as dignified as she could, but she did want to come, her orgasm was rising incredibly fast, and the woman's fingers were like magic. She admitted, "Yes, ma'am." 

Carol rubbed the girl's clit rapidly, knowing from experience that the girl was close. 

Anna-Marie just closed her eyes and gave into the pleasure, as she put the knife down and used the kitchen island for balance. 

Carol then reached for the cucumber on the counter, ripped open the pantyhose and ordered, "Spread your legs." 

"Ma'am, I..." Anna-Marie began to protest as the woman of the house spread her legs and slid the cucumber in her pussy in one hard thrust. 

"Just enjoy," Carol ordered, as she pumped the green make-shift cock in and out of the maid. 

"Okay, ma'am," she weakly moaned, her orgasm growing quickly... humiliated that it was happening with a cucumber. 

"Come for me," Carol whispered after a couple of minutes, as she nibbled on the girl's ear lobe and furiously fucked the maid with the cucumber. 

Anna-Marie obeyed, not out of obedience, but necessity, as her orgasm hit her. She moaned, and her legs gave out, "Ooooooh, God." 

Carol whispered, "Good girl," as she continued to pump the cucumber in the girl's pussy even as she came. 

Anna-Marie felt shame and euphoria, stunned that she came from getting fucked with a cucumber, and her body giving in completely to the pleasure as she leaned against the dominating woman. 

When Carol pulled the cucumber out of the trembling maid, Anna-Marie collapsed to the floor. 

Carol, not done with the maid, dropped to the floor, rolled the maid onto her back and ripped the pantyhose apart at the crotch a bit more to get complete access to the maid's pussy. 

Anna-Marie looked up weakly and confused, just in time to see the woman of the house pull her panties to the side and bury her face in her pussy. 

Carol loved the taste of pussy, especially the sweetness of cum, and wasn't surprised to discover the maid's pussy was heavenly. 

Anna-Marie moaned involuntarily as she questioned, "Ma'am?" 

Carol licked hungrily for only a few seconds before the front door to the house opened and closed. 

Anna-Marie quickly stood up, wobbled briefly, and looked down at Mrs. White. 

Carol whispered, "Keep working, and don't let him know I'm here." 

Anna-Marie nodded, shocked that the woman wasn't worried about being caught. She watched the woman move slyly under the island. 

The man walked in and asked, "Is Mrs. White home yet?" 

"No, sir," the maid answered, just as she felt a finger slide inside her pussy. 

"Okay," he shrugged, as he walked out oblivious to the sexual debauchery going on right in front of him and to his usual spot on his recliner. 

His back was to the maid, but she was not out of view if he should turn around. 

Carol began licking the maid, the excitement that her husband was in the next room only enhancing the thrill. Plus, there was no way she was going to stop eating that sweet ripe pussy. 

Anna-Marie couldn't believe the woman kept licking her even as her husband was now in the next room. Yet she wasn't going to protest as it felt really good to have a tongue on her pussy. And, after all, Mrs. White was the boss. 

As expected, her oblivious husband turned on the television to watch sports, turning the volume up so high there was no way he would hear the moans. 

Carol licked and probed the maid for a couple of minutes, knowing exactly how to please a woman. 

Anna-Marie couldn't believe how amazing this woman was making her feel, the thrill of the husband in the other room somehow making it more exciting, even as it meant a major risk to her job. 

"Hand me the carrots," Carol ordered. 

Anna-Marie obeyed, grabbing the baby carrots in a bowl, even though she couldn't fathom why. 

Carol grabbed the bowl and slowly began inserting all ten inside the maid. 

Anna-Marie shivered as the cold carrots were inserted in her. 

By the time they were all inside her, Anna-Marie felt so full... her head spinning with shock and excitement. 

Carol returned to licking, when her husband suddenly called out, "Could you bring me a beer?" 

"Yes, sir," Anna-Marie called back her voice breaking, her orgasm imminent. 

Carol said, moving the panties back in place to hold the carrots in, "Go get him one." 

"Yes, ma'am," she nodded, all hot and bothered, and unsure she could walk with carrots inside her. 

Carol went upstairs, and the wickedest idea ever popping into her head. She went to her daughter's room and grabbed the strap-on cock her daughter often used to fuck her. 

Anna-Marie went to the fridge, each step creating new pleasures and stimulation coursing through her. She grabbed a beer and went to give it to him, trying not to moan as she did. 

Carol put on the strap-on harness and returned to the kitchen to see the maid now putting the chicken in the oven. 

Carol walked over and said, "I got your oven pre-heated too." 

"Ma'am, your husband is right there," Anna-Marie pointed out the obvious. 

Carol grabbed a knife and dropped it on the floor, "You should get that." 

"Yes, ma'am," Anna-Marie obeyed, finding that odd... although everything about the past twenty minutes was odd. She was also curious what the wicked woman may have in store for her next. 

As Anna-Marie knelt down to pick it up, Carol lifted up her skirt to reveal her cock and ordered, "Suck it." 

Anna-Marie was stunned, but obeyed as usual, wondering if the woman really planned to fuck her with it. She took it in her mouth and began bobbing on it. 

Carol watched for a couple of minutes, enjoying the voyeuristic scenario while occasionally glancing over to her husband, who was entranced by the television. 

Anna-Marie hadn't had a cock in her mouth since she got fired and instantly wanted it in her pussy... it had been so long. 

"Make the salad," Carol ordered. 

"Yes, ma'am," Anna-Marie nodded, standing back up, her legs wobbling slightly. 

"And use the cucumber that was already in that cunt of yours," Carol instructed. 

Anna-Marie gasped again, yet obeyed, in awe of how wicked and twisted the woman of the house was. 

Once the maid was back at the island cutting the cucumber, Carol moved behind her and whispered, "Do you want me to fuck you?" 

"Yes, ma'am," Anna-Marie nodded, as she felt the cock between her legs. 

"With my husband right there?" Carol asked. 

"You're the Mistress of the house," Anna-Marie answered, so horny that getting fucked was more important than the job. She had been so close to coming when the Master of the house had called her for a beer that her pussy was leading her decisions. The carrots inside her also stimulated her in a way she couldn't even begin to explain. 

"Good answer," Carol nodded, as she knelt down and began to retrieve the carrots from the maid's cunt. She ate the first one, which was delicious as she pondered, 'maybe this is how we should get all kids to eat their vegetables.' 

Anna-Marie struggled to cut the cucumber as fingers explored her pussy, making the carrots shift all around inside her... literally driving her wild. 

Carol put the rest of the carrots back into the bowl, struggling to get the last couple of carrots and amused at the moans from the maid. 

Once she had all the carrots out, she stood back up and put one in the maid's mouth. 

Anna-Marie was so horny, her mouth was already open when the carrot was put inside. She was surprised by how good she tasted as she chewed the carrot. 

Carol resumed rubbing the cock up and down the maid's pussy before sliding it deep inside the maid's cunt with one hard, deep thrust. 

"Ohhhh!" Anna-Marie moaned, quickly biting her lip as the cock filled her, not wanting to alert the husband. 

"Don't worry," Carol said, as the cock filled the maid completely, "We could fuck beside him and he would likely not notice." 

Anna-Marie just moaned as the woman of the house began fucking her. 

Carol started slow, wanting to get the young slut begging for it. 

Anna-Marie wanted it hard. The slow fucking was a crazy tease and she not only wanted to come, she wanted to come before they got caught. 

Carol whispered as she stopped fucking her, the cock lodged deep inside her, "Do you want it hard, my maid slut?" 

"Yes," the maid moaned. 

"Bounce back on my cock," Carol ordered. 

Anna-Marie obeyed, using the island for balance, as she began bouncing back on her employer's cock. 

"Good, slut," Carol purred, watching the shy maid behave like a bitch in heat. 

Anna-Marie's second orgasm continued rising and she let out a yelp when the woman of the house bucked forward meeting her backwards thrust. 

Carol ducked down, the cock sliding out of the maid's cunt. 

Anna-Marie, her cheeks flushed, tried to remain casual. To her surprise, the man of the house didn't hear her, or didn't care as he didn't look back. 

Carol slowly moved up and chuckled to herself. She whispered, as she slid her cock back into the maid, "He really is oblivious." 

"Oh, yes, ma'am," Anne-Marie moaned, as the woman of the house resumed fucking her. 

Carol pushed the maid forward onto the island and began fucking her hard. 

Anna-Marie's head went light as she closed her eyes and just allowed herself to be fucked...the pleasure overriding the risk. 

Carol watched her oblivious husband as she slammed furiously into the maid, knowing she was going to come soon. 

"Don't scream, slut," Carol ordered, as she fucked her new slut silly. 

Anna-Marie's breathing was getting heavy and she was trying her best to control the scream as her orgasm hit her. 

Carol put her hand over the maid's mouth just in time to catch the scream, even as she kept slamming into her. 

Anna-Marie's orgasm was intense, and if the woman of the house hadn't covered her mouth, she would have definitely alerted the man of the house to what was happening directly behind him. 

Carol pulled out, spun the maid around and guided her to her knees. 

The still trembling maid opened her mouth and took the cock, coated in her own cum, in her mouth. 

"Good, slut," Carol smiled, as she pulled the cock from the maid's mouth, undid the harness and then grabbed the maid's head and began to grind her cunt up and down the maid's face. 

Anna-Marie tried to lick the best as she could, having never tasted pussy before this moment, other than her own on the carrot a few minutes ago, and was surprised by both the strong, yet enticing scent and the very appealing taste. 

Carol kept an eye on her husband while she used the maid's face for her own pleasure. 

Anna-Marie explored the woman's pussy, trying to get her off. 

It didn't take long: the thrill of the domination and the thrill of the act with her husband so close was hot. She came hard, flooding the maid's face with her cum. 

Anna-Marie felt like she was getting her face washed as cum coated not only her lips and tongue, but her entire face. 

Carol let go and smiled, "I think we have just added to your duties." 

"Yes, ma'am," Anna-Marie nodded, as she remained on her knees. 

Carol ordered, "Now finish making dinner." 

"Yes, ma'am," Anna-Marie obeyed, standing up as the woman of the house walked away with the strap-on harness in her hands. 

Carol went to her room, cleaned the cock put it back away, feeling a rush at being the dominant and not the submissive for a change. 

Carol went to her phone, clicked on the Kik app and typed: 

Carol is on the board. 

Anna-Marie was finishing the salad when the front door opened. 

Carol's high school senior daughter, Rose, walked in and to the kitchen. She grabbed a carrot and tossed it in her mouth. 

Anna-Marie wanted to stop her, but what could she say, 'Please don't eat that, it was just in my pussy.' 

Rose gave a strange look and asked, "What did you marinate these in?" 

"A family recipe," Anna-Marie quickly replied thinking on her feet. 

Rose nodded, taking a second carrot, "Well, it's delicious." 

"Thank you, ma'am," Anna-Marie nodded, feeling giddy with the reality the 18-year-old had just complimented her pussy. 

Carol came downstairs and saw her daughter eating a carrot. She could barely contain herself. "Can't wait for dinner, Rose?" 

Rose handed her one of the carrots, "Try this. It's unexplainably yummy." 

Carol took the carrot and popped it into her mouth. "Wow, you're right." 

Anna-Marie explained quickly, "It's a family recipe." 

"Well, it is one of a kind," Carol responded. 

Rose took the bowl of carrots and said, "I'm taking the rest. You better make more for dinner." 

"Yes, ma'am," Anna-Marie nodded. 

Carol went to the fridge, grabbed the bag of carrots, and said, as she moved behind the maid and began to insert more carrots in her pussy, "Family recipe. That is delicious." 

Scorecard: 

Carol: 1 

Veronica: 1 

Crystal: 0 

Jasmine: 0 




Turning Contest: A Cute Maid



Portia: 0 

THE END 

Coming in February: 

Turning Contest: A Delicious Model 

(We meet Portia, a casting agent, who decides to turn a very hot model trying to break into the movie business).



Turning Diana



((Author's note: This was a request piece for a friend of mine. If you like my style and would like to have me write something for you (and give me free practice in the meantime) please feel free to e-mail me.))

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Soulful stormy gray eyes spiked with green scanned the small garden area in front of a cottage set in the woodlands. A large, proud wolf, nearly twice the size of any normal wolf, prowled about the area, keeping a watchful eye. Fur as black as midnight rippled under the moonlight as the wolf settled underneath a windowsill. In the window was a woman with flame-colored hair and gray-blue eyes, dressing for bed. She feared no one coming to peep in on her; she lived in a rather secluded area. As such the window was left open to allow in a breeze on the warm summer evening. The wolf under the sill was tempted to look into the window at her; to catch another glimpse of her, but he decided to keep himself reigned in. 

The wolf's name was Aidan. He had been watching this young woman, named Diana, since she arrived in this small town in the mountains. He wasn't sure why; he was just drawn to her. Physically there wasn't anything particularly remarkable about her; other than the long, flame-colored hair and curves that would tempt a saint, lips that begged to be tasted and eyes that constantly laughed...

Alright, there was something very remarkable about her. 

Aidan just had a very bad feeling about tonight. The wind wasn't right—even the stars looked all wrong. He had a terrible feeling in the pit of his gut that something horrible was going to happen tonight if he didn't do anything to stop it. So he tried desperately to reign in his carnal desires and focus on protecting the lovely nymph inside. Soon his sharp ears heard the sound of footsteps, and the pattering of water on tile. She was in the shower. Aidan tried hard not to think about it. 

Soon her melodious voice floated through the air—Aidan knew she sang in the shower, and yet the beauty of her voice never ceased to amaze him; the woman could make angels cry. Listening to her sing her soft lullaby, Aidan closed his eyes. He had been awake and watchful for a very long time—he would just rest for a bit. 

As he dozed off into sleep, he dreamed about her, of joining her in that shower as a man, taking those firm breasts in his hands and finally tasting her lips after so long wanting. Soon, however, the dream was interrupted by a horrible scream—her scream. Aidan jumped to his feet and crashed through her window faster than most humans could blink.

Inside was Diana, cowering in fear from the huge silvery-white wolf that had backed her into a corner. The wolf was nearly as big as Aidan, with eyes much the same as his. Aidan's heart sank when he saw the bite marks on Diana's arm and shoulder, no doubt from defending herself from the beast. Taking his attention away from what would happen to her now, he focused on the other wolf. Aidan leaped at him, smashing into him like a football player. He sank his teeth into his foe's neck, only to be thrown off, skidding across the floor. A deep, threatening growl was issued and Aidan leapt again. He felt the bones of his opponent's leg crack and splinter under his teeth. The silver wolf yelped and tried to kick him off. Only after several moments of taking a beating to the face did Aidan release his enemy, blood dripping down his muzzle. The silver wolf seemed to glare at him, and then jumped through the window Aidan had broken. 

Aidan had to squelch the desire to run after him. 

It became easier when he heard Diana whimper in fear and pain, and he turned to watch her attempt to crawl away. He padded over to her, head low, ears back. He crouched next to her and gently licked her hand, trying to comfort her. Still she tried to flee, but she was bleeding and tired and couldn't move very quickly. After a moment her body had mercy on her and she passed out. Aidan wasted no time and immediately morphed back into a man in order to pick her up and carry her to a safer place. 

Diana opened her eyes. Her vision was still a bit hazy, and the room was dark. 

Where was she? She tried to turn her head, only to feel a sharp pain in her shoulder. Fuzzy memories played on the edge of her mind as she realized she was not in her house, not in her bed. Candles flickered in the corners of the large room and she could vaguely make out the shadow of a man across the bed, near what she thought might be a chest-of-drawers. 

"Where am I?" She muttered, blinking hard to try and clear her vision. The form of the man stiffened, quickly pulled on a shirt and hurried to her side. 

"Don't try to move," his deep voice rumbled soothingly in her ear. "You've been hurt, but you're safe now, I promise. I bandaged you up..." he trailed off, gesturing towards her shoulder and arm. Only then did Diana notice that she was lying on a very comfortable feather bed and unable to move her left arm. It took a moment for her to realize that she was still naked.

Memories came flooding back. She was getting out of the shower, only to be greeted by the sight of an enormous silver-white wolf lying on her bed...she was stunned as the wolf pulled itself up slowly, growled menacingly, and leapt at her. She screamed and threw her left arm in front of her for protection. The white wolf then bit down on her arm and she screamed...the bites progressed to her shoulder...then a black wolf, just as big, broke through her window and attacked the white one...then, blackness. She must have passed out. 

"How did I get here?" she asked weakly, turning to look at the man sitting next to her. 

He looked uncomfortable and answered only with, 

"That's not important right now. You should rest; I brought you some water." 

With one arm he easily lifted her; with the other he held a cup of cool water to her lips. She drank deeply, and he settled her gently back onto the pillows. She smiled at him gratefully as he stood. He looked sort of awkwardly down at the foot of the bed then back at her. 

"Can...can you get your clothes on by yourself or..." he blushed and looked at her sheepishly. 

"I don't really have much movement in my left arm. I'll need some help." She told him, smiling reassuringly. "I'm not worried about you looking at me—I'm sure it's nothing you haven't seen before."

Though originally she had been teasing, she now found that she really did believe those words. He was tall, very tall, a full head and shoulders above her own height. His shoulders were broad and his chest was obviously well-muscled. His chest tapered down to narrow hips and long powerful legs; the legs of a hunter, she thought to herself. Green eyes glimmered above high cheekbones and a strong jaw, which was dusted with stubble. He had full lips and a winning smile; he was breathtaking. 

She felt something stirring in her—something she hadn't really encountered before. Sure, she had felt arousal, but not like this. She was seriously drawn to this man, in a way she had never been before. He was virile, that was obvious, and she had a hard time not reaching out to touch him as he moved closer to the bed. Suddenly her lips burned to touch his, to touch him everywhere. Her fingers itched to grab him and run her fingers all over his bare body. She wanted to be under him, watching him as he flexed in and out of her...

She shook her head to clear it. She had never felt attraction that strong before. What was happening to her? She felt different all over—stronger, faster. Her legs ached to run even though her arm and shoulder itched and ached. Her skin sort of tingled, and not only because of her strong sexual response to this very male piece of eye candy in front of her.

"I can...turn you around if you want." He murmured, sitting next her on the bed. "You know...to give you more privacy." 

Under normal circumstances, she would have agreed to more privacy. But considering her strong response to him, she wanted him to look at her—wanted him to be turned on by her too. She arched her back as much as possible, shoving her breasts near his nose. 

"No, I don't think that will be necessary." She answered in a smoky voice. She noticed him swallow hard and try not to stare at her as he slipped a soft silk nightgown over her shoulders, helped her gently thread her arms through, and began to button it up. His fingers fumbled and shook over the buttons, as his eyes were focused on her breasts. They were more beautiful than he had imagined. The soft, pale skin of her perfect globes was tipped by a blush-pink. They looked as though they would fit well within his hand, almost overfilling them. 

Aidan bit his lip in a vain attempt to reign himself in. He couldn't help but notice that this woman was enjoying herself—her skin was flushed and her breathing was heavy, almost as though she were getting turned on by him looking at her. After what seemed to be hours of fumbling, he finally got the damn thing closed and gently laid her back down on the bed. Looking towards her eyes and bracing for a reprimand, all he got was a seductive smile and a wink from her.

Suddenly the realization hit him as to why she was behaving so strangely. She had been bitten. She was turning; her sex drive was flying high, and he was a virile male, alone with her in a dark room. Of course she felt attraction to him. His heart sank at the thought that she might not actually be turned on by him, that it was just her hormones talking, so to speak. He decided he wouldn't let it get to him just yet and try to tell her what was happening to her, what he was, and what she was becoming. 

How did one start a conversation like that?

'Oh, by the way, I'm a werewolf, and you were bitten by a werewolf, and now you're one too. Wanna have sex?'

He would think such a thing. 

"So what's your name?" She suddenly asked. 

"Oh...ah...my name is Aidan." He replied, caught off-guard by her question and still pondering how he could tell her what was happening. 

"Hello, Aidan. I'm Diana." She replied. "I don't want to seem demanding, since you were so very kind to me, but...I'm very hungry...and..." she gestured at her arm.

"Oh! Yes, of course." Aidan had been ravenous when he was turning—the process of turning made all the hungers of a person's body skyrocket—for sex, for food, for water. He thought it best if he made a lot of food. "Would you like to sit in the kitchen with me? I'm sure I could use the company."

"Sure," she replied. Her strength was slowly seeping back into her bones, whether from the water or her response to this man, she wasn't sure. 

He helped her out of bed, not that she needed much help. She liked to feel his strong arms around her, so she pretended. As the moments passed she felt more and more energetic, but even so she occasionally pretended to stumble so he would pull her closer, her heart fluttering when his strong arms would hold her and he would murmur his concern. 

At her request, he pulled a chair into the kitchen so she could watch him cook, and talk to him more easily. And she did watch him. He was cute, scurrying around the kitchen to make her something to eat. She admired his ass as he bent over to get a pan or some ingredients; she adored his legs and arms as he began adding and mixing; she enjoyed his shoulders and legs when he stood over the pan to watch the food. All too soon it was over, and he was setting out plates of pasta and salad on the table and helping her to walk over to it. The sauce was hearty with lots of meat, and the noodles were perfectly cooked. The salad was cool and fresh with almost a dozen dressing choices. Diana couldn't help but to be impressed, but only for a moment. Then the scent of the food hit her and she ate like a woman starved for months. Aidan didn't seem to care; he even nodded his approval. 

Soon the meal was finished, all of the food gone. Aidan quickly gathered up her dishes and his to put them in the sink. Eyeing him mischievously, she told him that she wanted some dessert as well. He nodded and went to the freezer to pull out some vanilla ice cream and all the toppings needed for sundaes. While he busied himself with that, she sneaked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, standing on tiptoe to gently lick his ear.

He nearly dropped the bowl he was holding. A long shudder of pleasure went from his ear straight down to his groin. His cock hardened almost painfully, and she gave him yet another lick. A growl started low in his chest as she sucked his earlobe and gently teased it with her teeth. It was all he could do not to turn around and grab her, to take her furiously. He gripped the counter hard as he felt her hands wander down his back and playfully grab his ass. Giving him a light spank, her hands started to move around his waistband to the front, to reach for his zipper...

"Diana!" he gasped, not sure he could hold back any longer.

"What?" she asked innocently, her eyes wide. "You don't like this? I can suck on something other than your earlobe if you'd prefer..." she hinted, only partly teasing. 

"Diana, we shouldn't...we can't do this."

She pouted. "Why not?"

"Because...because..." he fumbled for the right words. He couldn't explain the whole situation now, while all the blood was in his cock. "Because you're injured." He said, hoping she would take that as good enough and leave it be.

No such luck.

"It doesn't hurt anymore," she retorted, and started to pick at the bandages. "In fact, if I didn't know better, I'd say I was all healed up." Knowing that the wounds would still be there—she was a quick healer, but not that quick; it hadn't even been a whole day—she decided against unwrapping her arm and for continuing to seduce Aidan into her bed. She had never felt this sexually powerful before—the power felt good and titillated her, almost like a heady alcoholic drink. She wanted to explore this before it went away, and who better to experiment with than the amazingly hot, muscular man in front of her? 

"Diana, I don't think..." 

"Don't think." She instructed. "Just feel." She slid her hands down to his waistband again and reached once more for his zipper. He tried to gently push her hands away, but she slipped her hands inside his pants with startling ease. Her fingers wrapped around his stiff cock and gently kneaded, making him groan out loud. Her soft breasts were pinned against his back, her warm breath feathering over his neck and ear. Her hot tongue flicked over his neck and ear and he shuddered. He couldn't hold on any longer—he turned around, wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her close for a deep kiss. His tongue played with hers, gently teasing and nipping. His hands glided over her curves, cupping her breasts. He growled at the way they overfilled his hand, and ground his hips against hers. She moaned her pleasure and pressed herself more firmly against him. 

"Why don't we take this into the bedroom?" she asked huskily between kisses, giving his cock another firm squeeze. 

He nodded and grabbed her hand to pull her towards his bedroom. Before she followed him, she reached out to grab the chocolate sauce he had left behind, and gave him a suggestive wink. 

"I think I want you for dessert, Aidan," she said sweetly. 

Aidan swallowed hard and quickened his pace.

As soon as they reached his bedroom, clothes started to fly off. She tore off his shirt and started to undo his pants while he fumbled with the buttons on her nightgown. As soon as his pants hit the floor, so did her nightgown. Both of them stark naked, she dragged her eyes over him for the first time. 

He was amazing. His muscles were even better defined without the barrier of cloth in the way. Soft hairs dusted his chest, making patterns that tempted her fingers to explore. His legs were long and lean, just like she had thought. But the object of interest at that moment was of course, his cock. 

And it was a beautiful sight as well. Standing proud and strong, she couldn't help but marvel a bit at the size of him; she couldn't resist reaching out to touch him. It jumped in reaction to her touch, arching towards her hand as he moaned. He grabbed her and pulled her close for a passionate kiss while she squeezed and stroked him in her hand. He suddenly swooped her up to place her gently on the bed, then carefully laid beside her. She resumed the kiss while simultaneously opening the chocolate sauce. She slowly squeezed a bit onto her finger then made a big show of licking and sucking it off—every last bit. He shuddered at the thought of what else that mouth, that clever tongue could do to various parts of his body.

He didn't have to wait long to find out. 

She again poured some onto her finger, but instead of teasing him once more with her licking it off, she began to gently rub it back and forth on his nipples. His skin tingled with expectation as she leaned her head in close. With long, slow laps she licked him, making sure to get every last bit, giving them a good suck afterward to make doubly sure she got it all. Then she drew a chocolate line down his stomach, right where the muscles ribbed, and made a ring around his navel. Again using long, slow licks, she tormented him with her gifted tongue and hot mouth. Her fingers played over his thighs while she licked, never touching his cock or balls, keeping him on edge from the sensations. His cock flexed in the air, begging for attention, for friction, for something. She lightly smeared some more sauce on his balls, looking up at him and savoring the look on his face even more than she savored the rich chocolate. The back of his knees were next, and just as each time before, she made very sure to get every last drop, finishing off with a good suck to make sure every bit was off of him, and that he stayed on edge and hot for her.

Again, she poured the chocolate onto her fingers, but this time the sauce went directly on his cock. The slick motions felt good, but nothing turned him on more than the thought of what she was about to do next.

But even the thought paled in comparison. 

Her lips were soft, softer than he could have ever imagined, and warm as they slipped down over his cock, back and forth, her eager tongue lapping up every bit of the tasty sauce she could find. The warmth and wetness of her mouth made him arch his back and instinctively lace his fingers through her hair, guiding her head up and down his hard shaft. She went along willingly, sucking and slurping on his cock, trying out different tongue movements to see what felt best to him—what made him moan the loudest. Soon he was holding her head and simply fucking her face while she sucked him like he was the most delicious lollipop she had ever tasted. 

To his amazement, she began to touch herself, playing with her breasts while she sucked. She gently tugged at her nipples and pinched them, making herself moan around his shaft. The tiny vibrations coupled with the erotic sight of her touching herself nearly made him cum, but he reigned himself in. He was not about to interrupt this amazing treatment. He watched as she squeezed her breasts together, bouncing them, rubbing them against his legs to tease her nipples with his skin. Randomly she would release his cock from her mouth on an out-stroke and rub her breasts up and down his stiff shaft. The wet velvet of her mouth contrasted from the soft silk of her skin, and he relished every moment of it. Then she pressed the tip of her tongue directly underneath the head of his cock on the underside and he nearly came undone. He had to stop her, or he was going to cum—and though his cock demanded release, he wanted to play this out a little longer—he wanted to actually be inside her. 

Gently he nudged her off of his cock. "Come on baby," he murmured to her. "I want to watch you ride me." 




Turning Diana



She took her sweet time, licking her lips free of all traces of chocolate, not bothering to stop playing with her breasts. After several moments of the painstaking treatment, she finally—finally!—straddled him. But the teasing did not stop there. She only played with his cock, teasing him by letting him feel her warm, wet entrance, but not letting him enter. His hips flexed as he tried to bury himself in her, but she only moved upwards with him. He was completely at her mercy. 

"Please," he finally begged, after what felt like hours. "Please!" 

She finally released him, and a sudden feeling came over her. That power, that overriding sexual power that she had felt before was back and stronger tenfold. Right now she wanted nothing more than to make this man writhe in ecstasy, and in that she would find her own pleasure. Feeling like a sex goddess, she quickly slipped herself over him and rode him hard, loving the feeling of him grinding against her, rubbing her clit and G-spot simultaneously. It didn't take her long to cum, and then again, riding the crest of the first orgasm. He reached up to play with her breasts as they bounced up and down with her, and she came a third time. The last time was too much—he couldn't hold it in anymore, didn't want to. Pulling her down on his cock as far as she would go, he let himself release, crying out her name as he spurted long ropes of cum into her. She milked him with her body, and it took him a moment to realize that she was cumming yet again, their orgasms melded into one fantastic explosion. It seemed to go on forever, this orgasm, and Aidan saw fireworks behind his eyes, and judging from how Diana was moaning, so did she. 

She collapsed on him, sweaty and spent, to immediately roll over next to him, cuddle into his chest, and fall quickly into a dark velvet sleep.



Turning Eighteen Ch. 1



This story is purely fiction. I hope you enjoy it and my other stories that I have written. I appreciate comments and an occasional suggestion.

Today was the day that I had both longed and feared for. Today was my eighteenth birthday and it was also the day in which I would have sex with one of my two beautiful sisters.

The day had started off as the rest of my birthdays. My family came into my room early in the morning, sang, gave me the happy birthday wishes, and then left me to get ready for the day ahead of me. My mother then called into school to tell them that I would not attend that Friday.

I went downstairs and had a good breakfast of bacon, eggs, toast, and some orange juice. When I finished my mother cleaned up; my sisters both arose and gave me a kiss on either side of my cheeks. They then went upstairs.

My dad lowered his paper and said, “Well, son. Today’s the big day.” He looked at mom but she was to busy doing the dishes, he leaned over and whispered to me, “So which one do you want?”

I shrugged my shoulders and said, “I don’t know dad. Which one do you want?”

He smiled at me and said, “Well, I’m kind of partial to your oldest sister Tracey.”

I shrugged my shoulders and said, “Okay you take Tracey and I’ll take Lacey.”

My father stood up and said, “Alright. I’ll go an’ tell them. Hell, Lacey has wanted you for a long time now. I think she’ll be happy with her end of the deal.” I gave him a weak smile and up the stairs he went. My mother then walked over and sat down at the table next to me and put her arm around my shoulders.

“What’s wrong honey.” She asked.

“I’m scared.” I replied.

“It’ll be fine. You and your sister knew that this day would come one day, now it’s here, and you are going to be alright.” She said.

“I know, but I just feel weird about it though.” I told her.

“Well, you’ll just have to talk to your sister tonight before you go to bed.” She said.

“What exactly do you mean, mom?” I asked.

“Well, your father and your sisters are moving Tracey’s bed into your room.” She replied.

“So where am I going to sleep at?” I asked, shocked and surprised.

“In your room with her silly. Now hurry up and go help them out.” She said.

I went upstairs and for the next two hours I had to move my stuff around to accommodate my sister’s things. I had to drill two metal pegs into the wall to hang up my guitar and build another shelf to place my amp, spare picks, and a few other things. After the bed and mattress were put into place my sister spent a few minutes placing her “bed stuff” on, then she went into her room and emptied out her dresser and desk. Then mom, dad, Tracey, and Lacey went out to get me some birthday presents.

While they were gone I put my Scorpion King soundtrack in my computer and started to carry the empty dresser from across the hall and into my room where she wanted it, then I brought over her dresser drawers and placed them back into her dresser. Then I carried the desk over with more difficulty than the dresser but I managed to get it. Finally, I set her computer up which was now next to mine.

Now, I know that this may be a little late in the story but I feel I owe you some descriptions. I (Matthew, Matt for short) am 6’ 2” tall and weigh just over 150 pounds but not by much. I have short, spiked, blonde hair and green eyes (originally brown, but I recently got contacts and I wanted them to change my eye color to green, so that’s what I got). Even though I’m skinny I have a little bit of muscle because of my daily workout routine. I work at a local music store.

My sister Lacey is 19. Her blonde hair goes down to the middle of her back. Her blue eyes add an air of sweetness to her. She’s about 5’11” and weighs 120 pounds, very athletic so she has some muscle to her. Lacey works with me at the music store.

My oldest sister Tracey is 20. Her hair is the same as Tracey’s. Her brown eyes make her look really innocent. No one says no to her with those eyes. She’s about an inch shorter then Lacey and about a couple of pounds lighter and not as athletic. Tracey works at a clothing store.

My mother Sue is 38. Her bottle red hair ends just below her shoulders. Her brown eyes are exactly like Tracey’s. No one can refuse a request from her either. She’s about 6’ and weighs about 130. Mom doesn’t work.

My father John is 40. He has short sandy looking hair. His eyes are also brown but not as soft as my sister’s or mother’s. He stands at about 6’ and is heavier than I at 170 pounds and keeps us living comfortably as a senior partner with an architectural firm. 

Now back to the story.

By the time my family arrived home it was seven o’clock and I had fallen asleep listening to my CD. My sister Lacey was the one who woke me up. “You know you didn’t have to move everything by yourself. We would’ve helped you.”

“It’s cool.” I replied.

My sister said, “Thanks though, now you need to come down and open your presents.” She got up and gave me a kiss on the forehead. 

I got up and stumbled down the stairs to the living room, there were four square boxes all the same size and a birthday cake. They sang happy birthday to me and then we had some cake. 

Afterwards, everyone begged me to open up their present, so I closed my eyes and randomly picked one. It was from my mom. I tore open the box and inside was some sex books. One on vaginal sex, anal sex, oral sex, and one on other sex related things including positions and many other topics.

I then plucked up another present this one from my father. I opened the box up and there were six porn movies, all of them had Asian women in them. I smiled then nodded my head.

The next box was from Tracey. Inside the box were more movies but these here were of MFF group sex. I really loved these and the stirring in my pants really confirmed my love for them.

The final box was from Lacey. I opened the box and inside were more movies. There were five movies of a busty young blonde and some young guy. They were all different videos. Then there was another one with “Your Favorite Stripper” written on it and a box of condoms. I looked up at Lacey and gave her a weak smile.

“Now,” my father said, “it’s time.” He gave me a key. Then mom, dad, and Tracey went upstairs followed by Lacey. 

When Lacey didn’t see me follow she came back down. “What’s wrong?” She asked.

“I don’t know how to tell you this sis, but I…I…” I started.

“You can’t sleep with me, can you.” I just dropped my head and nodded. My sister sat down on the table just in front of me. 

I held the key up in my hand and said, “Here, take your freedom.” But Lacey didn’t make a move.

“No, you save that until you’re ready.” She lifted my head up and said, “I’m kinda glad you wanna wait because I want to try and seduce you. Tease and taunt you until you finally snap and beg me to give you my body. Now let’s go up and we’ll watch some of your movies.”

We went upstairs and I was trying to decide which one to watch when Lacey handed me one that she had gotten for me. Actually, it was the titled “Your Favorite Stripper”. I put it in and instantly Lacey popped up onto the screen. She said a few things and then started to slowly strip. To say I was impressed was an understatement. Her breasts were large. Lacey leaned over me, “FYI, they are a 38 C.” I just sat there drooling. Finally after a few minutes she was done. Her pussy was hidden by the silver chastity belt my father had given her when she was twelve. Then, for about 10 minutes she played with a little pink dildo sucking on it and then sticking it up her ass.

Again she leaned over to me and said, “I thought of you the entire time I filmed this. I even imagined that was your cock I was sucking on and sticking up my ass.” For the next couple of hours we watched more of my porn movies, we snuggled together, my erection pressed against her ass cheeks. Finally, at eleven there was a knock at the door. My parents and sister walked in.

“Damn son, you two are the quietest fuckers ever.”

“Well, dad…” I started.

“We didn’t do anything.” Finished Lacey. My dad looked like he was going to have a heart attack. “Dad,” Lacey said, “we will when Matt is ready until then I am going to respect his wishes.”

“Well, bro. Whatever works for you.” Said Tracey and with that they left and we finished the movie. 

Then Lacey went to her bed after brushing and went to sleep. I wasn’t too far behind her. I climbed in my bed and started to fall asleep when Lacey said, “So, how about you come over here and warm me up some Matt.” I climbed out of bed, walked over to hers and laid one of my blankets over her.

I went back to my bed and I heard her whisper, “Smart ass.”

The terrible part was that in the morning I had a front row view of my sister dressing and undressing and the fact that she always made a show of it. This daily and nightly show made it tougher on me, as did her naughty talk whenever we were alone. I finally gave in to my urges after only a week. 

It was the very next Friday. My mother and father had been enjoying Tracey every night since my birthday (they didn’t want to touch Lacey until I had my chance with her). It was 10 o’clock when Lacey and me started to climb into bed. I slowly climbed out of bed and crawled over to Lacey. “Lacey.” I whispered to her.

“Yeah bro.” I could see the smile on her face.

I sighed and said, “I’m ready.”

“Really?” She said excitedly. I just nodded. She practically jumped out of her bed and I handed her the key. She quickly undid the belt and ran naked into our bathroom.

“What are you doing?” I whispered through the door.

“I’m going to do a little shaving. It’ll only take a couple of minutes.” And it did. She came out and showed me her cute and lovely, clean shaven pussy.

“What were you doing?” I asked.

“I wanted to shave the remaining fuzz off before we fucked. Mom’s been letting me and Tracey shave our pussies, so she unlocks us, we shave, and put the belts back on. Now let’s get started.” She smiled wickedly at me. Lacey walked over to me and gave me a quick kiss. When she broke the kiss she went over to my dresser and pulled out one of the condoms. She turned to me and I shook my head.

Lacey smiled at me and said, “Oh, you want to cum in my pussy? That’s cool. Me and Tracey are on birth control.”

“No. I don’t want to fuck you.” Lacey looked disappointed.

“My ass?” She asked weakly. I shook my head again. “My tits?” She said hopefully. Again I shook my head. “Do you want a blowjob?” Once again I shook my head. Lacey was starting to look pissed off. “Do you want a handjob?” I shook my head once more. “Then what the hell do you want?” She practically screamed at me.

“I…I…I want to go down on you.” I quietly replied.

“What?” She asked.

“I want to eat you out.” Lacey was now showing her flawless smile.

“Why didn’t you just ask me that last week?” She said.

“I wanted to study some. I wanted to make it the best that I possibly could.” Again she smiled.

“Okay bro. You just tell me what you want me to do.”

I smiled and said, “Just stand there for a minute.” I rushed into our private bathroom and grabbed three towels. I carried them into my room and lay them out, side by side. Next, I went into the bathroom and grabbed a large plastic bowl and filled it with slightly warm, soapy, water. On my way out I grabbed a washcloth and another towel. I went back into my room, Lacey just look confused.

I smiled and said, “I’m just going to give you a quick little wash down with this water, dry you, and then eat you out.” My sister returned the smile. I dipped the washcloth into the water and just when I was about to pull it out, I stopped.

“What’s wrong Matt?” Lacey asked.

“Well, I was just curious.”

“What is it?” Lacey said.

“You still have your cherry, don’t you?” She nodded. “I was worried you’d say that.”

“What’s wrong?” She asked worriedly.

“Well, in order for me to give you the best pleasure I can, it needs to go.” 

Lacey nodded, gave me a playful shove, and said, “Lay down. I’ll do it for you.” I did as she told me. Lacey pulled my cock out of my boxers. “Damn. That is a beauty. How big is it?” I just shrugged my shoulder. Lacey went and got a ruler and measured the size of my cock. Her eyes bugged slightly. “Eight inches, not bad. I guess my baby bro isn’t such a baby after all.” Lacey threw the ruler aside and grasped my cock and rubbed it against her pussy lips. The rubbing felt so divine. She spread her lips slightly and lowered herself until the head was in and was pressing against her barrier, her virginity. Suddenly, she slammed herself down onto my cock. She let out a low cry of pain and then moaned out. She started to raise herself up and down. I let her do it twice and on the third time I stopped her and pulled her off of me.

Lacey stood back up. “Damn, that felt great Matt.”

I stood back up and said, “Did I hurt you.”

“Just a little but it’s cool.” With that she gave me a long kiss on the lips and then just stood there. I picked up the bowl and washcloth and started to slowly wash around her neck and face. Very slowly I did this. A couple of time I blew cold air onto her neck making her shiver. Next I worked on her arms and then the moment of truth came. I stopped just above her breasts. Lacey sensing my hesitation took her hand and ran it over her breasts. I leaned in and blew cool air onto her nipples until they were hard and dark red erasers, causing her to moan out a little. Then I moved down re-wetting the washcloth as needed. I took my time on her stomach; I tickled her some and again blew air onto it. She moaned out loudly and gave a quick sigh. I dropped down onto my knees facing her bald mound.

I brought the washcloth to wash her puffy outer lips when I dropped down and quickly washed her legs, making sure to be gently with her feet, ankles, back of the knees, and her inner thighs because they can be sensitive. I then moved up and washed the creases where her pussy ends and her beautiful, tan legs begin. I then started to gently wash over her sex, not applying a lot of pressure but just enough to change her breathing. I then slowly washed over her mons pubis (the area above her pussy that’s bumped against when having sex) and gently washed it. Now I spread her outer lips and gently washed inside trying to clean away any blood that hadn’t gotten onto my cock.

Even thought Lacey was mostly dry I went over her with the towel being extra gentle when rubbing her breasts and her pussy. Once she was completely dry I thought to myself, “Now it’s time.”

“Lay down please.” I told Lacey. Immediately she was on her back, legs spread, and ready. “Now, I want you to do something for me. Anytime you feel that I am doing something wrong or am very close to a spot that is sensitive to you, feel free to move my head or hands to that spot, okay?”

“You got it.” She replied. I moved up her chest and took one of her hardened nipples into my mouth and gave a couple of hard sucks, then I did the same to the other one. Lacey jumped a couple of times at the new sensation, telling me that it felt good. I then started to kiss all over each breast and then slowly made my way down to her stomach. Lacey was moaning and wiggling around a little. Now I moved to her creases (the ones joining the legs and pussy) and slowly licked and kissed each crease and nibbled on each one, back and forth for about 5 minutes.

I then kissed up her and started to make my way towards her pussy, I looked and saw the look of anticipation in her eyes. Right when I was about to make contact I changed direction and went back down her leg. I heard her give a loud sigh. I went back to her creases and started to make different signs on them: triangles, squares, circles, and any other patterns that came to mind.

I moved back up and was now literally inches away from her sex, letting my hot and heavy breathing wash over her lips, making her buck up at me as if to say, “Come on, eat me now.” Her wetness was now very obvious, little trickles of her cum were running down her legs, under her ass cheeks, and onto the towels. I took a finger and scooped some up and took a taste. The juice was sweet tasting. I got another finger-full and raised it up to Lacey’s lips; she latched on and sucked all of the juice off of my finger. I then thought it was time to give her what she wanted. I cocked my head sideways and kissed her pussy lips passionately. Then I turned it into a French kiss, letting my tongue go a little ways between her lips. 

My sister was now moaning out to me. “Oh fuck. You’re doing all right bro, I don’t think you need any help at all.” I then felt it was time to bring her off. 

I looked up at my sister and said, “Are you multi-orgasmic?”

She panted out, “Yeah. I found out while masturbating when I was supposed to be shaving.”

“Good.” I replied and went back to work. I spread her lips and saw “The Button”. Her clitoris was a white pearl waiting to be polished. I removed my tongue and lips from her pussy. I wet my index and middle finger in her juices and slowly slid them into her pussy, causing her to gasp. I then moved down to her button and had no more taken it into my mouth when my sister gasped, pulled my head roughly to her pussy and loudly moaned out her orgasm. Her juices shot forth into my waiting mouth and down my throat, some of her juices missed and hit other areas of my face. When I pulled my fingers out they were slightly numb from her pussy squeezing on them.

“Oh Fuck, fuck. Oh my god Matt. I’ve never felt like that before.” My sister gasped out.

“It’s not over yet.” I said to her.

“Damn, how many more times are you going to bring me off?” She asked.

“Not many more.” I replied.

“Good.” She said, “Because I don’t think that I can take too many more orgasms like those.”

I leaned back down and slowly started to fuck her pussy with my fingers, pushing them in and pulling them out very slowly. Immediately, Lacey starts to moan out. Now she raises her hands and starts playing with her nipples. I leaned down and started to lap at her clit, which was enough to again trigger another orgasm again clamping down hard on my fingers. Lacey wasn’t as vocal this time but she did moan rather loudly. This second orgasm was weaker than her first one, but her juices still tasted as sweet.

“Sis? Lacey?” I looked up she was panting heavily. “Lacey, do you think you can handle one more.” She just nodded her reply. Instantly, I started to shove in and pull my two fingers out faster and with more force. I lowered my head, took her clit in my mouth and started to swirl my tongue around it, hum, and suck at the same time. Lacey looked like she was going to rip her nipples off. She slammed her legs against the sides of my head and crossed them at the ankles at the back of my head. Every drop of her juice squirted into my mouth as her orgasm went on.

“OH FUCK! OH SHIT! OOOOOHHHHHHHHHH MY GOD!!!” Lacey screamed.

Finally, after maybe four squirts it died down into nothing more than a trickle, which I eagerly lapped up. I kept every drop of juice in my mother with her clit. Finally, she unlocked her legs and I released her clit and slowly crawled up her body. I hovered over her, her eyes glassy, and I gave her a juice filled kiss. She put her hand on the back of my head to keep the kiss going. Finally, we broke it and I swallowed the remaining juices.

Our parents burst into our room. “What the fuck is going on?” Our mother yelled. We all just stared at her because she rarely cussed. When they saw us naked on the floor they all left.

Tracey was now covered in sweat and to be honest was a little ripe. With her still lying on the floor I went into the bathroom and made her a warm relaxing bath. I then went back into our room and picked her up in my arms.




Turning Eighteen Ch. 1



“What are you doing?” She wearily asked me.

“I’m just going to bathe you off a little. Can’t have my older sister going to bed all dirty and smelly, now can I?” She just gave me a weak smile as I lowered her into the bathtub. I left her there to soak for a couple of minutes while I went back into our room and grabbed the towels and bowl. I dumped the water out into the sink and took the washcloth and leaned down and lathered it up. I then started to wash her body rather quickly. Once that was finished I then lathered my hands up with her shampoo and started to wash her magnificent hair. When it was time to rinse her hair she leaned her head back, closed her eyes, I used my free hand to shield her eyes, and I used my other hand to fill up a cup and rinsed her hair off. Once all the shampoo was out I lifted her out and had her stand up straight.

I took one of the towels and started to dry off her body. I then plugged in the hair dryer and dried her hair off. I then scooped her back up into my arms and carried her over to her bed and placed her under the blankets. I then went back into the bathroom, freed my cock, and jerked it twice before I came in the toilet. I was too tired to shower so I climbed into bed with her and snuggled up right against her soft, warm, sweet smelling body. 

Before we drifted off to sleep Lacey said, “Thanks Matt. I’ll have to repay you tomorrow.”

“That’s alright Lacey. Giving you pleasure like that has been payment enough. Anything else that we do is just an added bonus” I said and then fell asleep.

Stay tuned for the next part… 



Turning Eighteen Ch. 2



This story is purely fiction. I hope you enjoy it and my other stories that I have written. I appreciate comments and an occasional suggestion.

Continued from Turning Eighteen Ch. 1

I lay in bed, dreaming of the previous night’s happenings. I replayed the scene through my head many times while I slept, like a tape stuck in a play loop. I felt every moment from the time that I took my sister Lacey’s virginity, to my expert cunt lapping, to the time I washed her body off and carried her to her bed, where I climbed in behind her. After about the third time, the dream stopped and the only thing that I saw was darkness, but I felt a warm, wet sensation, enveloping my penis, which was being tugged by soft sucks. The sensation went on for quite a few minutes until I felt the urge to cum. I lowered my hands down to my cock and was greeted by someone’s head attached to it even though I couldn’t see the person’s head. Right before I came I woke up and looked under the covers, and there was Lacey working my cock like an expert. She looked up and as soon as we connected eyes I tightly shut mine, held her head in place at the base of my dick and grunted out my orgasm.

I felt the long hot ropes of my baby making juice splash against the back of her throat, and even though there was a lot of cum, Lacey was able to swallow it all. After the last squirt I slowly let go of her head and relished in the glow of my first blowjob. And as I did this Lacey came out from under the covers and lay next to me, hands across my somewhat scrawny chest. I opened my eyes and looked over at my beautiful sister, her pearly white smile made me want to melt like hot butter. Slowly I raised up a little, leaned over, and gave Lacey a soft kiss on the lips; I could still taste my cum on them.

“Thanks sis.” I said.

“Oh no, the pleasure was all mine, especially after what you did for me last night.” Lacey replied. I heard Lacey’s clock beep and I looked over at it; it was barely eight A.M. Suddenly, I was hit hard by the musty smell coming from my armpits. I climbed out of bed, but Lacey grabbed onto my arm.

“Where are you going bro?”

“I need to take a shower.” I said. “After I gave you a bath last night I was just too bushed to take a shower.” Lacey just nodded in reply as I walked naked into our bathroom. I turned the faucets on, waiting for the temperature to adjust when Lacey walked into the bathroom, also naked, and sat down on the toilet. As I turned on the shower, I could hear Lacey taking a piss. “So, what are you doing?” I asked.

Lacey shrugged her shoulders and said, “Taking a pee before I get into the shower with you.”

“Oh.” I replied and just stood there. Finally, Lacey finished, took a quick wipe, and flushed the toilet.

“So what the fuck are you waiting for?” She asked.

“Ladies first.” And I held out my hand to help her into the shower.

“Why thank you.” She said, taking my hand and stepping into the shower. And as she got in I gave her a quick smack on her shapely ass.

Lacey jumped and said, “Now what the hell was that for?”

“For being a bad sister.” I replied.

“How was I bad?” She asked.

“Well,” I started, “you came in here, sat down, and pissed while you were totally naked.”

“So?” She said.

“You know how much your beautiful body turns me on.”

“Ah.” She said smiling. “I’m sorry for making my baby brother horny, but if he wants he can come in the shower now and I’ll make it worth his wild.” My eyebrows popped up in surprise and anticipation. I climbed into the shower, the warm water soaking me in mere seconds, and Lacey standing there with a washcloth and soap.

“So, how are you going to make this shower ‘worth my wild’?” I asked.

She stood there thinking for a second, “How about I give you a quick wash and maybe even let you have a little ride, later anyway.” 

“Well, I guess that would be ‘worth my wild’.” I replied smiling.

“Good.” She said, and then started to approach me, but I held up my hand, making her stop. “What’s wrong?” She asked.

“Well Lacey, there’s something that I want to do, but I’m too embarrassed to ask you for permission to do so.” I said.

“Whatever it is, you have my permission.” She replied.

I lifted my hands up, and froze. “Could you give me a little help here?” I asked Lacey.

Lacey looked down and must have put two and two together. She grabbed my wrists and slowly pulled my hands to her beautiful mounds. When I felt her breasts, it was like feeling on whipped cream wrapped in silk. I gave a couple of squeezes, causing Lacey to moan.

“How does that feel?” I asked timidly.

“It feels so good to have someone else massaging my breasts. After a while, I got used to doing it myself, and then it just bore me.” Lacey brushed my hands away and turned around, her back to my chest. My hands were down at my side, but not for long as Lacey grabbed a hold of my wrists again and brought my hands back up to her breasts and I once again continued to massage them. Lacey was moaning every now and then, enjoying the massage.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and in came Tracey, who promptly walked over to the toilet and sat down, Lacey and I stood frozen in place, kinda outraged at the intrusion of our privacy. I leaned down and whispered in Lacey’s ear, “Are you about as pissed off as I am?”

“Yes, and then some.” Lacey replied angrily. After a couple of minutes we heard the flush of the toilet and then Tracey had the nerve to stand up and open the shower door.

“So what are you two doing?” She asked.

“Well, we were taking a shower until we were so rudely interrupted.” Lacey said.

“Oh.” Tracey said.

“What’s wrong Trace?” I asked.

“Nothing.” She replied.

Lacey gave a little laugh and said, “Bullshit. Why else would you barge in here and interrupt our shower.”

“Well,” She started, “I need to be fucked but dad is still asleep, and I figured that Matt would be interested.” 

Lacey and I looked at each other and then Lacey said, “Well, unfortunately he’s not. I haven’t even fucked him, so you’ll just have to wait until I do. But if you want something a little different, there’s a dong under my bed in a shoebox with a suction cup, attach it to a wall, get Matt’s skateboard, and fuck yourself with that.”

Tracey walked away sad, “Okay. Later.”

“Now, where were we?” Lacey asked.

“Well, I was massaging your boobs and you were moaning and smiling.” I replied. “But we can do that once we get out of the shower.”

Lacey sighed and said, “Okay. If you insist.”

I leaned down a little, “I do insist. But trust me, I have something very special planned for you later tonight.”

“Really?” Lacey asked.

“Oh yeah.” I replied.

“Like?” She asked.

“Well, I’ll only tell you one thing. Mom, dad, and Tracey are going to be gone the entire night. Dad’s got a one-day work retreat and they’re leaving tonight, and we’re going to have all night and all tomorrow morning to ourselves.” I said.

“I already knew that. Tell me something that I don’t know, please?” She begged me.

“Well, what do I get if I tell you?” I asked.

“How about…I…let you tit-fuck me?” She asked, almost pleading.

“I don’t really…” I started.

“How about I let you tit-fuck me and I’ll even let you give me a facial.”

My eyes lit up in anticipation and I said, “Okay. I have a nice candle light dinner planned for us tonight.” Now Lacey’s eyes lit up. She took the washcloth and soap and quickly cleaned me off (since she was shorter than I was I washed my own hair).

Lacey shut the water off, I helped her out of the shower before I got out, and once we were both out we took turns drying each other off. We then went into our room and got dressed. Lacey went about doing her morning routine while I hopped onto my computer and started typing up some more of the story I was writing. Lacey came over to me and shut off my computer (thankfully I saved my story before she came over).

“Hey!” I said. “What was that for?” 

Lacey straddled me in the chair and said, “Well, if you really want to you can sit at your computer and work on your story, or you can come and sit on the floor and work on me.” My cock started to harden and press up against Lacey’s vagina; the only things that kept us from becoming one with each other were her shorts and her panties and my pants and underwear. “Wow, it looks like someone is interested in this proposition.”

“I’m always interested in being with someone as beautiful as you are.”

Lacey batted her eyes a couple of times and said, “You think I’m beautiful?” I just nodded. “Trying to score some extra points with flattery?”

“Doesn’t flattery get you everywhere?” I asked.

Lacey thought for a second and said, “You’re damn right it gets you everywhere.” With that Lacey moved in and we started to kiss frantically in my computer chair as she ground her hips into my crotch. Only a minute into our making out, there was a knock at the door. We stopped kissing and Lacey said, “Come in.”

Our parents came into our room. “Did we disturb you two?” Mom asked. We just shook our heads. “Your father, Tracey, and I are about to leave.” Lacey and me just nodded. 

“Now, are you two going to be good while we are away.” Our father asked.

“What exactly do you mean by being good?” Lacey asked.

“We mean,” Our mother said, “are you two going to behave and not have any kind of sexual contact while we are away?”

Lacey and I looked at each other and said simultaneously, “Hell no.”

“Damn right.” Our father said. At this point Tracey came into the room and handed Lacey her dong. 

Dad’s eyes went wide as saucers. “What the hell is that for?”

“Dad, it’s just for oral practice.” Lacey replied.

Dad’s face was absolutely red, “Tell me that you didn’t chose to lose your virginity to that fake cock, instead of your brother’s real cock.”

“Dad,” I said, “trust me. I broke her last night, even though we didn’t really do much fucking.”

“Okay. I believe you Matt.” Our dad said.

“We’ll be home at about five tomorrow afternoon.” Mom said. And with that mom and dad exited our room, but Tracey remained.

“So what the hell was that all about?” Lacey asked.

“What?” Tracey replied. “I have no idea what you are talking about.”

Lacey said, “What are you trying to do, get me in trouble? You know how dad gets suspicious of anything that looks like a cock.”

“Well, I guess that’s what you get when you are too selfish to share Matt with your older sister.” Tracey replied.

“I swear we haven’t fucked, Tracey.” I replied. Tracey just rolled her eyes.

“So you think I’m selfish?” Lacey asked. She looked me in the eyes and pressed her lips forcefully against mine, trying to ram her tongue down my throat. Moments after we started to make out, Lacey broke the kiss. “I just thought up of something.” Lacey said. “Matt honey, are you hungry?” I just nodded in reply. Lacey smiled and said, “Good, then here you go.” And with that she pulled her shirt away from her, over her breasts, and brought the shirt down over my head. The sight of her bra less beauties immediately met me. “Here, dig in baby brother.” Suddenly, Lacey grabbed my head and easily guided it to one of her breasts. My instincts took over as I started to suck, bite, nibble, and lick her breast, while she moaned. I was barely able to see through her shirt, but I could see that Tracey was still standing there as I worked, going back and forth on Lacey’s breasts.

“Now,” Lacey started, “Get the hell out of our room.” Tracey stormed out of our room huffing and puffing as she went down the hall and downstairs to meet up with our parents.

After a few minutes Lacey pried my head away from her breasts. “What’s wrong?” I asked.

“If we keep it up, then you’re going to have to give me what I need.” She said.

“And what would you need if I may ask.”

“Well, somewhere along the lines of a long, hard, fuck.” Lacey replied.

I leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “After dinner tonight, I promise you that.” Tracey and me just sat in the chair staring into each other’s eyes. And even though I didn’t know it at the time I felt something very special for her. 

We must’ve been sitting in that chair for awhile because the next thing that either of us knew, our parents were hollering their good-byes, and we could hear Tracey stomp out of the house saying, “It’s not fair. I have to wait until tomorrow afternoon to get fucked. Daddy please, is there something that we can do.” Our father replied, but it was too low for either one of us to hear.

“So what time is this candle light dinner?” Lacey asked.

“Seven o’clock sharp.” Instinctively we both looked at the clock, it was already two o’clock. “Only a few hours to prepare. I’m going to need to go downstairs and get dinner planned out.” 

Lacey gave me a quick kiss and went over to her side of the room. “I need to figure out what I am going to wear. Don’t come up for about an hour or so.”

“Okay.” I said. I got up from the chair and went downstairs into the kitchen. I opened up the fridge and looked inside. “I believe that tonight will be a pork night.” I said to myself. Inside the fridge I was also able to find a bag of salad. Also I figured that I should make some macaroni, you know, for color. Once everything was planned out I waited around, waiting for Lacey to give me a holler, saying that I was allowed to come back into our room. Until she gave me the all clear, I just sat on the couch watching TV. I guess that I had dozed off, because Lacey suddenly hollered that she knew what she was going to wear. I sat up and looked at the clock, five o’clock. ‘Damn, was I asleep that long?’ I thought to myself.

I ran up the stairs and into our room, but decided to get ready later. “You can start getting ready now sis. I’m going down to start dinner.” I went down and started to cook our dinner, and while the food was fine for a few I set the table. After the table was set, I yelled up to Lacey, “Go into the bathroom for a few so I can get ready.”

I heard her close the bathroom door and yell, “Okay! You can come up now!” I rushed up the stairs and stripped down to my socks and underwear. I quickly dug through my dresser pulling out a pair of black jeans and a light gray shirt. Before I went downstairs I put on my shoes (just to be sort of formal). 

Once I was at the foot of the stairs I hollered up to Lacey, “Only about another three minutes before dinner’s done.” Into the dining area I went and lit the candles and got two plates of food ready. Next I went to the base of the stairs and called for Lacey.

I heard her call softly from the top of the stairs, “Close your eyes.” I did and called up to her saying that I had done so. I heard her soft footsteps as she walked down the carpeted stairs. When she was at the foot of the stairs, inches in front of me she said, “Okay. You can open them.” As I did I was met by a sudden shock. Lacey was more beautiful dolled up than I had ever seen her.

I worked my way from the top to the bottom. Her hair was straight and shiny, she had makeup on but not enough where she looked like a whore or anything but she looked like an angel, she had on a black dress with shoulder straps, the dress went maybe an inch below her knees, and she had on a pair of black high heels.

“You look great tonight.” I said.

Lacey blushed and said, “Thank you.” I held my hand up, she took it, and I escorted her over to her seat. Once she sat down I brought out a bucket filled with ice and cold Coke’s (our parents didn’t want us to drink yet, not until we are all legally able). We ate close together but not much was said because we knew that the other was having a great time. After dinner was finished I put the dishes into the sink, Lacey and I then went into the living room where she put on some slow, soft music and we danced for an hour or so, the both of us anticipating what was to come after our dancing.

I looked over at the clock; nearly nine. Lacey and I sat down on the couch staring into each other’s eyes while slowly moving towards each other. The first kiss was electric, but each second we kissed, our lust increased until we could no longer take it and we both broke apart and got completely naked. In the dim candlelight Lacey looked like a goddess, the light playing off of her breasts perfectly. Finally, I could take no more and pulled Lacey to me, hugging and kissing her frantically; we rubbed all over the other’s body but focused mainly on the genitals and breast areas. Both of us were worked up and ready. There would be no oral this night. Lacey went over to the dining room table and hopped on.

I went over to her and said, “Did you notice my change?”

“What change?” Lacey asked. I pointed down to my now clean-shaven cock and balls. Lacey raised her eyebrows and purred, “I like it.” Lacey spread her legs and just before I went in between them, an idea hit me.

“Lacey how would you like to try something a little different?”

“Like?” She replied.

“Well instead of this missionary and doggystyle crap how about something different? How about we stand up and fuck?” Lacey just looked confused. “When I enter you, wrap your arms and legs around me.” She just nodded in acknowledgement (actually, I bet she nodded because at this point she would do anything that I asked of her). I walked in between her legs and took my extremely hard cock and rubbed it up and down her smooth slit, Lacey moaned in response. Slowly I pushed the head of my penis into her warm, wet, tight, opening. As soon as the head was in, I felt the heels of Lacey’s feet on my ass, and before I knew it she pulled me all the way to the hilt. Lacey had this intense look of pain and pleasure on her face.

Still buried inside of her, I leaned forward and gave her a peck on her nose. Lacey responded by opening up her eyes. “Are you okay?” I asked.

“Of course.” She replied and smiled. 

I leaned in and gave her a kiss. “Now, wrap your legs around me, and your arms around my neck."” Lacey again did as I asked. “Let’s see if I can do this the first time.” Somehow I was able to stand up but doing so felt so weird. I had lifted Lacey plenty of times when she was hurt physically or emotionally (I couldn’t stand by while she was in pain during either case), but this time felt a lot easier. I was standing straight up, Lacey clinging onto me for dear life, and my cock buried deep into her pussy. I leaned in and whispered, “Are you alright?” I guess you could say, I was quite concerned about how she felt (physically and emotionally).

I just noticed that Lacey’s eyes were again closed, when she opened them I could she that she wasn’t my sister anymore; she was my lover. “I’m more than alright.” She replied. As Lacey started to bounce up and down on my pole, I started to kiss her neck and the tops of her breasts. The moment I started to nip at Lacey’s neck, she started to moan.

“Fuck me against the wall.” Lacey muttered.

“What?”

“I want you to fuck me against the wall.” She replied.

“Okay.” I said, even though I was quite confused. I went over to the wall next to the front door and carefully placed Lacey against the wall. Lacey reached out and grasped a hold of a curtain rood and a coat rack. As soon as Lacey was secure she looked up at me and gave me a wink.

I started with a slow rhythm but Lacey wasn’t going to have it and she made it known to me and what I feared the entire neighborhood. “I want you to fuck me. I MEAN REALLY FUCK ME! I WANT YOU TO POUND ME UNTIL I CAN’T WALK! IN THE MORNING I WANT TO BE SO SORE THAT I’LL BE UNABLE TO MOVE WITHOUT FEELING PAIN!”

“So,” I asked, “what exactly are you saying?”

“I’m saying that if you fuck me nice and slow, when things are done I’m gonna make sure you’re one unhappy brother for a while.” She said in an eerie, cheerful voice.

I just smiled. “Whatever my sister wants, my sister gets.” I started to quickly pump in and out of her moist hole listening to Lacey’s loud moans. The faster I went the more sweat that we built up, and soon Lacey’s and my crotch were sticking together.




Turning Eighteen Ch. 2



Not long after we had started fucking, Lacey moaned and squealed out her orgasm, afterwards she was panting and sweating. “Now it’s your turn. But don’t cum in me, I want to feel your hot juice all over my face and breasts.” With that I wrapped my arms around her back as she let go of her holds and I slowly lowered her to the floor. I pulled my cock out of my sister’s cunt and started to slowly stroke it. Quickly I reached down and got a couple of fingers full of her sweet nectar and had a quick taste.

“Oh god Lacey. I’m gonna cum here real soon.” I said.

“Come on baby brother, give it to me.” Lacey leaned back against the wall and as soon as she opened up her mouth, my orgasm started. I pulled back hard and grunted as I started to shoot my cum on Lacey’s face and breasts. The first three spurts hit Lacey in the mouth, the cheek, and just under her nose. My final spurts hit Lacey in the neck and on her breasts. As my orgasm ended, I felt a stinging pain in my ass. I dropped down to the floor and snaked in between Lacey’s legs and licked her warm cunt.


Lacey gently shoved my head away, “How about we go and relax in the hot tub for a couple minutes, then you can play with my pussy.” I just nodded. I helped her up and we proceeded to the basement where the hot tub/game room was. Lacey turned the water and bubble jets on and we both climbed in, enjoying the warmth of the water. After about ten minutes of rest and relaxation Lacey hoped up onto the edge of the hot tub. “Here, dig in.” She said. Slowly I swam over to Lacey, but unlike my swimming, I ate her hard and fast, and as soon as I touched her clit, she orgasmed so hard, her slippery ass almost went right off of the tub. After her waves of pleasure passed Lacey looked down at me, smiled, and said, “Now it’s your turn.”

I sat on the edge of the hot tub, but just before Lacey could get to my cock, I climbed out of the tub, and ran up to our room. Tracey was still in the tub. Once inside our room, I dove under the covers of my bed and wrapped the blankets around me as tight as I could take it. Lacey’s footsteps echoed throughout the hall as she burst into our room. A few seconds later, Lacey hit me in the back with her closed fist. “What the hell was that all about?” She asked angrily.

I started to cry, and it showed in my reply. “I…I…don’t know Lacey. Actually, I do know but I don’t want to talk to you about it.”

I could feel the bed shift as Lacey sat down on the bed. Slowly she started to rub my back, “Matt, whatever it is you can tell me.”

“Lacey, I’m afraid to.” I replied.

“Why is that Matt? You know you and I have always been close and you know that you never had any trouble at all talking with each other about anything.”

I sniffed and slowly released the blankets and Lacey slid them down until everything above my stomach was exposed. “Lacey, I’m afraid if I tell you, you’ll think that I’m some kind of sick freak.”

“Matt, I would never think that about you. I love you and you love me and whatever it is I can help you out.”

“That’s the problem.” I said.

“What is? Love?” I nodded.

“You know that I love you baby brother…”

I cut Lacey off, “See that there is the problem.”

“Matt, just come right out and tell me.” She said impatiently.

“Lacey I love you.” I said.

Lacey just looked confused, “I told you that I love you.”

“NO!” I started. “I love you as a guy would love his girlfriend or his wife.”

Lacey looked shocked now. “Oh.”

I started to cry again. “I knew it.”

“You don’t understand Matt…” Lacey was now crying, “I love you in that same way. I just never dreamed that you would feel the same for me.”

I stopped crying now. “So what do we do about this newfound love?” I asked.

“I don’t know.” Lacey replied. “We’ll talk with mom and dad about it tomorrow…” Lacey pulled back the covers and pressed herself against my back, but I just lay there motionless, wondering about what our parents would say of this, this newfound love for one another…

Stay tuned for the next part…



Turning 'Em Out Ch. 01



My name is Sahid, and this is the first of many stories about me turning niggas out. When you're a sexy muthafucker like me, you can get dudes to do just about anything to please you. I had no idea how strong my power was until one night I was chillin with this one kat named Reggie. 

Me & him had been kicking it for a while, but we hadn't fucked yet. It wasn't that I didn't think he was cute. Reg had it goin on. 5'9, caramel complexion, hazel eyes, full pink lips, and ass for days. He lived with his older brother, Johnny, who was just as sexy. It was kinda wrong for me to be checking his brother out, but the nigga was hot. I looked at the both of them, and it got the wheels turning in my head....

"Ay, Reg, didn't you say that your brother fucked around, too?"

"Yeah, Johnny is bi. Why?"

"Just asking. I know that niggas be at the 2 of ya'll on a daily."

"Many try, but they fail."

"Are you & Johnny real close?"

"Of course. He's my brother. Why wouldn't we be?"

"Shit, I can't stand my brother. Me & him butt heads all the time. Have ya'll ever caught each other fucking?"

"Yes, we have, but it was cool. We don't have any secrets between us. No harm, no foul."

"So, ya'll talk to each other about your se lives?"

"Yeah."

"It doesn't turn you on when your brother talks about fucking?"

"It does."

"The fact that he's talking about sex, or the fact that he's your brother?"

"Well, a little of both."

"Would you fuck your brother if the opportunity presented itself?"

"OMG! NO! That wouldn't be right."

"Who gives a fuck about what's right? I asked if you would do it."

"Maybe."

"Cool. I'm finna make it happen for you."

I knew that Johnny had a serious crush on me, so it was time to use it to my advantage. Reg put a flick on and asked his brother if he wanted to come join us. They had watched flicks together before, so Johnny didn't think anything of it and came to watch with us. 

As time went on, the flick got my dick hard, so I pulled out my thick 8.5 inches and started beating it. Both of the brothers gazed at my pipe with amazement. My shit had some serious weight on it.

"Why don't ya'll join me."

Reg & John both pulled their dicks out and started to stroke. Their dicks were decent. John was packing about 9 and Reggie was carrying a cool 7.5. I walked over to Johnny and kissed him deep. While doing that, I signaled Reg to come over. I pushed Reggie's head down on Johnny's dick and forced him to suck it. He was reluctant at first, but the taste of a hard dick in his mouth calmed him down. 

Before John could react to his baby brother slobbing him down, I shoved my thick pole down his throat. Damn, this nigga was a pro at giving dome! John's moans gave me the feeling that he was about to nut, so I got Reggie up off his dick and onto mines. The sight of two brothers sucking me up at the same time sent chills down my spine. This was some nasty immoral shit, and I loved it. 

They both were taking turns sucking, then licking my shaft. Working their way up my dick, they both got to the head, then the hottest thing yet happened. Their tongues touched each other, which lead to them French kissing. I pulled my dick from between them and watched them go at it. 

Reg sat on Johnny's lap and started grinding his ass on his big brother's dick. I reached in my pocket and got a rubber, then slid it on John's dick. They both looked up at me, then Reggie's slid onto Johnny's dick. Lust came over them as they fucked like animals. 

I beat my dick watching them. Johnny then pulled out and put Reggie on his knees. He shoved his little brother's face into the love seat, fucking without regret. They banged it out for about 20 minutes, then John pulled out and nutted on Reg's back. 

I made Johnny lick up his own nut, then I had them sit side by side. My nut shot over both their faces, and I made them lick it off of each other. Me & Reggie are still cool, but him & his brother are still fucking each other on a regular basis. I know that it was wrong to have brothers fucking each other, but oh well. Sex is sex, as long as it's hot. This started me on a path to get niggas to nasty shit to please me.... 



Turning 'Em Out Ch. 02



Part 2 (My Revenge/Gettin' Cuz) 

I was riding through the old neighborhood when I caught my cousin's boyfriend, Greg, hollering at some other chick. I had told my cuz when she first started talking to old boy that he was no good. Everybody on the block knew that he was a pussy ass nigga, and I was going to prove it. This muthafucker was gone wish that he never fucked my fam over. 

I knew one of the kats that Greg rolled with, Bobby. My free bag came from Bobby because that nigga fucked around and was sweet on me. I had let him slob me up a couple of times, but he wasn't really the type that I saw myself fucking. Maybe he could prove himself to me. 

"Yo, B! Let me holla at you for a minute." 

"Wassup, Sahid?" 

"Ay, I need you to do me a favor." 

"Anything for you, nig. You know that." 

"Your boy, Greg, has been fucking off on my cousin. I can't have dude playing my fam like that, so this is what you gone do..." 

Bobby & I thought of something that make sure that nigga wasn't gone be playing my cuz or any other chick. I had Bobby get Greg to come over to his crib to chill and smoke some bag. They were on the couch talking bullshit while I had a digital camera set up in Bobby's close on a timer. It was time for my plan to get underway. 

"Ay, G, we got to talk about some shit." 

"Like what?" 

"You are fucking off on Lisa. That shit ain't cool, man. You know if Sahid found out about that shit, it wouldn't be pretty." 

"That nigga, Sahid is full of shit. He all talk. Ain't nobody worried about dude." 

"Aight. Don't say shit when you get another cap bussed in that ass. I'm trying to keep your ass out of some shit." 

"You think that Lisa's fam would try some shit like that, yo?" 

"Try? Nigga, they would. Sahid & Lisa's brother don't bullshit with nobody. I got a way to keep you in the clear, though. First, suck this dick." 

"What?" 

"Suck this dick. I got ways of keeping you from getting your ass whooped or worse, but you gots to help me. Pull my dick out and suck it. Deal with them or you deal with me." 

"B, man, I ain't down with any shit like that." 

B pulled out his gun and put it on the coffee table. Greg, being the pussy ass nigga that he is, reluctantly went down on Bobby. That nigga had gotten jumped too many times to not do what was asked of him. 

B's 10 inch dick was already hard, so he rammed it into Greg's mouth. He gagged, all the while spit was running down his chin. Bobby grabbed the back of Greg's head and started to fuck his face, hard. Tears ran down Greg's face as he was getting bitched out by his homeboy. 

"Relax your muthafucking throat, bitch! Suck this dick like you want to before I blow your fucking head off! Yeah, that's it." 

Greg relaxed and got into the groove of sucking Bobby's dick. He even started to lick on that niggas balls. I knew that hoe ass bitch would fuck around if given the chance. Now, he was. 

Greg was sucking dick like a pro. B felt a tingle in his nuts and shot all over dude's face. My digital camera caught everything. 

Soon, the whole block had pics of Greg's punk ass giving head and having nut all over his face. That would teach that mangy ass nigga not to fuck anybody else over. 

It was time to give B his reward, but I had a few surprises for him...

B more than proved himself for me. We got that nigga, Greg, for cheating on Lisa. Now, it was time for his reward. I headed over to my cousin, Alonzo's house to smoke with him. The wheels began to turn in my head... 

"Yo, Sahid, thanks for getting that nigga, Greg, for me. The fuck that bitch ass nigga think he is trying to play my sister? Lisa deserves way better than that."

"Yeah, she does. You think that's you?"

"Nigga, what the fuck is you on? That's my sister! Incest is some disgusting shit, yo!"

"Zo, this me you're talking to. I already know about the nasty thoughts you be having about Lisa. I remember you telling my about how you listened to her fuck Greg all the time. Your dick getting hard thinking about how good her pussy felt."

"Cuz, I told you that shit in strict confidence. Don't be going around telling nobody that shit, man."

"You know that all of your secrets are safe with me. Won't nobody find out that you wanna Wife your little sister."

"I actually don't, my nigga. I just wanna fuck. Turn her ass into a cum guzzler only for me. She can fuck other kats. I just wanna be able to tap that ass whenever I want."

"I hear you. What if I told you that I could arrange that for you?"

"You bullshitting."

"Naw, I ain't. Lisa has tried getting at me a few times while she was tipsy. She said that it makes her pussy wet at the idea of fucking her favorite cousin. I may take her up on the offer soon. You can join in if you want to."

"On what? Lisa been after you?"

"She just wanna fuck, man. We can dog walk her together. But, first, you gotta help me out with something."

"Sure, cuz. It's whatever..."

I told Zo about how B has been trying to get me to fuck him for the longest. Since he proved himself, I wanted to give him a little treat. That kat has been after Zo for the longest. But, you know how some niggas are. They try to act all hard, but the right dude can come along and turn them into a nasty, dick sucking little bitch. My cuz was about to be that and more.

Me & Zo hit the corner store for some Tequila and wraps, then I called B and told him to head to my crib. While we waited, I started asking Zo a few questions to kinda feel him out. Prepare this kat for what was about to happen. I ain't want to have to whoop his ass for stepping out of line. It's happened a couple of times with scary niggas that wanted to get down, but couldn't muster enough nerve to do so.

"Ay, Zo, have you ever fucked with anther nigga before?"

"Naw. This one kat played with my dick when he thought I was drunk sleep. That's it, though."

"Cool. I just wanna make sure that your okay with what's about to go down."

"It's all good, Cuz. I always been curious about fucking around with other niggas, but just never got up enough nerve to do it. Plus, I will do whatever I got to do to get up in Lisa's ass. I know that's my little sister, but my dick could give two shits about that."

It's crazy the shit that niggas will do for some pussy. I've never had that problem. Even my own moms has threw some ass my way (but, that's another story, LOL). B finally got to my crib and we had a few shots, then smoked. I popped in a straight porn to set the mood.

"Aight, B. You been wanting this dick. Come get it."

"Nigga, what the fuck is you on? Your Cousin is sitting right here!"

"Don't worry about Zo. He's gone give you some dick, too. We are going to wear that chocolate booty out. Yo."

B pulled my dick out and started working his magic. Zo watched in awe as I got my thick pole deep throated. Damn, this nigga wasn't all that cute, but he could slob a dick down! I pulled my shirt off as B eased my jeans & shoes off. All the while keeping my dick deep in his throat. Zo followed by taking all of his shit off. My cuz had it going on. Nice, yellow complexion. Toned, muscular body. Fat, juicy ass with a big dick to match. That monster had to be about 10 or better.

Zo helped B out of his clothes, then started to play with that tight ass. I looked deep into Zo's eyes as he fingered B's booty with two digits. Lust washed over our faces, wanting to get rid of this kat and fuck each other. I grabbed some lube from under my couch and passed it to my cuz. After he eased the third finger in, it was time to go in for the kill.

B moaned on my dick as Zo eased his vanilla rod into him. I started to match Zo stroke for stroke. He banged that tight asshole while I drove my dick as deep as I could into that nigga's mouth. Spit ran out the sides of B's mouth. Tears ran down his face, which only turned me on even more. He took my dick out his mouth, then started to give my big balls a hot tongue bath. He juggled them bitches in his mouth like a pro. After a while, B had to stop because Zo was long-dicking that nigga too good. 

His eyes rolled into the back of his head. B was in pure ecstasy getting that good dick down. Zo bit his bottom lip as he dug deeper in that ass. Dude had some thick, pink lips. Perfect for eating pussy, ass & dick, yo! I walked around and kissed him passionately. Our tongues twisted together. I sucked on my cousin's bottom lip, making him moan and damn near fuck a hole in the floor with B. Zo pulled his dick out and shot all over B's back with my tongue shoved down his throat. I wasn't done yet. I shoved my dick back into B's mouth and fucked his face. I told Zo to go under B and play with his dick. Whenever I do threesomes, all parties have to nut, or there's no point.

B's dick wasn't real long, but it was thick as hell. Zo took it upon himself to stuff that muthafucker in his mouth. It felt like my caramel piece got harder as I watched my cousin try his best to slob down my homeboy's knob. My nuts felt that oh, so special tingle. 6 thick strips of nut shot into B's mouth and down his throat. That little bitch drunk every last drop like he had a thirst that needed to be quenched. Zo moved out of the way just in time for B to nut all over my floor. I guess he wasn't having that shit. He would soon enough, though. I saw the pool of nut on my floor and made B lick that shit up. You always clean up what you fuck up in my house.

Zo & B fucked again while they showered and cleaned up. My plan worked out perfectly. I successfully turned my fine ass cousin out and gave B what he wanted without having to fuck him. Now, it was time to get Zo what he wanted. Little did he know, I was planning on turning him and his little sister into my personal cum-guzzling hoes.

"Ay, Lisa? This Sahid. Yeah, I was wondering if that offer was still on the table. Oh, really? That's wassup. We gots to set that up then. I wanted to add a third, too, if that was cool. Who? Your brother..."