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Jasmine

By: Dj_Maximus



“Hey all! My name’s Dean and I would like to tell you all about this girl I met awhile ago. If you don’t mind that is”

He looked at the crowd in front of him. All the guys were sitting in a circle around the campfire. This was his first time coming to the male campsite. He had heard from a friend of his that you could go there, meet other guys in the same situation you were in and freely talk about it.

Each Thursday night, a group of men got together to exchange sex stories from their past. Tonight’s topic was interracial relationships. A subject that Dean knew all too well.

He looked around the fire again, and proceeded to fill in his fellow campers about his own personal adventures. He hadn’t had many, but at least he knew was he was talking about here.

“I was happily married at the time. Or so I thought! I was working at a casino in town and loving every minute of it. You see, I’ve always been sort of a night person, so working the six p.m. to two a.m. shift was great for me. Anyways…”

He felt the stares of the assembled men on him. He felt a little uneasy at first, almost choking on his words. He had never divulged any information like this, and now here he was in front of total strangers and was about to relive a part of his life.

He checked himself. His khaki shorts felt uncomfortable and he gently tugged at them, trying to ease the pain in his gut. Nerves, he thought to himself.

“Come on, don’t keep us in suspense!” exclaimed one the guys. Dean looked over at the voice and noticed it was Johnny, his buddy. Dean shot him a look and then smiled. He knew he would be able to get through this with Johnny around.

“Ok…here goes.” He replied.

“About eight years ago now, I was working for the casino like I mentioned earlier. My wife and I had been married for just about four years. I was a supervisor on the floor, and she also worked there as a dealer. We enjoyed each others company, but things started going sour. Partly because of the kids, but mostly because we weren’t being intimate anymore.”

“One day, after dealer recruit day, this vision came sauntering into the staff room. I had never seen her before, so I assumed she was one of the new dealers. She was a dream come true.” Dean stumbled for a moment as he relived the memory in his head.

“She was Filipino. And gorgeous as hell! She was young, maybe no more that twenty. Her eyes danced when she laughed, and her dark hair flowed behind her as she walked. I must have been staring cause she asked me if everything was all right. I told her everything indeed, and introduced myself.”

“She told me her name was Jasmine and had just finished the dealer’s course the day before. She was extremely nervous, but I reassured her that it would be a breeze. I offered to help her in any with the procedures and anything she might need, not knowing just what I meant by that.”

“Now a couple of months had gone by and Jasmine and I had developed a solid friendship, much to the unhappiness of my wife. Needless to say, my wife was not pleased that I was spending a good amount of time around Jasmine’s blackjack table. I assured her that I was doing my job and nothing else.”

“Then came the staff party! It was mid June at this time, and the annual staff party was being held at a friend’s house. Jasmine still being new to the group wasn’t sure if she would attend. I somehow convinced her to come along, and that I, or should I say we would be more than happy to give her a ride over, volunteering my wife absent-mindedly.”

“Needless to say when Carol learnt I had offered to bring Jasmine to the party, she was not pleased. I had to think fast, and I came up with a simple solution. Pretend to hitch Jasmine up with a coworker! That would work, it had to work. So I informed Carol about it, and she actually thought it was a great idea.”

“We arrived at the party and most of the staff were there already. Jasmine, Carol and myself entered the back yard and saw everyone there were having a grand old time. Then I noticed Marcus. Marcus was a tallish fellow, and quite the intellect. I wasn’t sure this would work, but for my sake I hoped it would.”

“I went over to Marcus and started chatting about how good Jasmine looked. I felt weird talking about her to Marcus; after all, I was the one attracted to her. I mentioned how great her hair smelled, how she could melt a room with her smile, and how such a small package could carry such a nice bosom.”

“Marcus feel for it. He mentioned that he also was stunned by her sudden appearance at the casino and wished to meet her. Marcus was the shy type, so I made the introductions that night.”

Dean stopped for a breather as the group anxiously waited for the rest of the story. He looked around the campfire and found them all listening to him intently. He felt good, he felt really good. 

Dean wasn’t the kind of man who had a lot of friends, and the friends he did have all had their own problems. At the age of thirty-two, Dean didn’t spend as much time in the bars, pubs and nightclubs as he wished he did. The girls nowadays were just too open for him. He preferred the flirt and retreat method. The thrill of the hunt, the pursuit.

Dean wasn’t what you would call ugly, but he wasn’t overly attractive either. He was about 5’8’ and 140 lbs. He had a well-developed body, but no bodybuilder was he. The muscles he had developed were from his job. And he was a hard worker. He smiled again, and returned to his story.

“OK, so now Marcus was chatting with Jasmine, and Carol had finally gotten off my back about it. Now I was miserable inside because I had inadvertently set up a coworker with the woman of my dreams. You should have seen her guys. Oh man!”

Dean’s eyes glassed over as he recalled to the men around the campfire what Jasmine looked like.

“She was petite, maybe 5 foot 2. Her skin was darker, but not by much. Like I said, she was twenty years old, and hot as a firecracker. Her dark hair was cut just below her shoulders and her eyes, well; you could get lost in them easily. Her waist was so tiny that I could wrap one arm around her and still be able to touch my own stomach. She had long legs for such a small frame, and to be perfectly honest, the most fascinating part about her…her breasts!”

All of the men hooted and hollered. They were men after all, and at the sound of breasts, they all exploded!

“Yes guys, she had a nice set of them. For such a small girl, she was stacked. The size of cantaloupes. And she talked so freely about sex. She had a way of making a walk across the casino floor look erotic. She just oozed sex.”

Again the men shouted.

“Now Marcus and Jasmine were hitting it off pretty well, and Carol and I were about to leave the party. So I went over to Jasmine and asked if she would be okay if I had Marcus give her a ride home.”

The men snickered. Dean looked them, smiling.

“She mentioned that it would be fine as long as it was fine with Marcus. She then looked at him and he said he had no problem with that. So, Carol and I left the two of them, and went home.”

Dean reached for his beer and took a long swig of it. He licked his lips, turned to look at Johnny who urged him on with his story.

“About a week later, a friend of mine asked if I was interested in going to the go-cart track, race a few laps and maybe take in some Mini-Putt. Now you gotta remember I was twenty-four at the time, and we did this all the time. I said sure and we planned to go out the following Tuesday night. That was my night off without Carol.”

“I went to work that night and ‘let it slip’ that I was going out the following Tuesday with a friend as Jasmine was coming into the breakroom. I asked if anyone else would be interested in joining us, hoping Jasmine would say she was. I left the instructions and address of the go-cart place, and prayed.”

“The week went by and Jasmine said she might come along, as long as she could bring a friend. I told her no problem, as my friend was coming along anyway.”

Dean took a look at Johnny and smiled.

“You remember Tasha don’t you?” he asked.

Johnny laughed and nearly spilt his beer.

“Oh, I remember Tasha alright. She wanted nothing to do with me. Thanks a lot buddy!”

Dean laughed at his friend’s plight. He shook his head and tried to regain his composure.

“Well, anyway, we didn’t get anybody else to show up, so it was Johnny, myself, Jasmine and her friend Tasha. When Jasmine arrived, I almost started drooling if it hadn’t been for Johnny being there. She got out of Tasha’s car and was wearing one of the tightest tops I had ever seen her wear. I hadn’t seen her in street clothes since she started working at the casino. Even at the staff party, when had gone after work. We were all wearing our black and whites.”

“Her cleavage was bountiful, and she swaggered up to Johnny and I, introduced Tasha and gave me a big hug. I was beside myself. I wasn’t sure if she felt the same way toward me as I did toward her. But the hug I got from her made me feel like maybe she did.”

“Tasha and Johnny were talking to one another as Jasmine and I rented the go-carts. We were laughing, enjoying ourselves when she leaned in to me and rested her head on my shoulder. This was the closest I had been to her, and my little friend down below suddenly woke up.”

“We went around the track a few times, Johnny winning the first and second race. Jasmine won the third, and we had decided at that time that three races were enough. Mini putt was next, and I swore revenge on them. But it was not to be.”

“Jasmine suggested we team up for competition as she wasn’t all that good. Naturally good old Johnny over there immediately said that he would team up with Tasha, and that I should get Jasmine on my side. I wasn’t about to disagree with him.”

“Johnny paid for the games and as we approached the first hole, Jasmine took a hold of my hand and whispered into my ear. She said that she had been anxiously waiting for the night to come. My prayers had been answered. She did feel the same way I did.”

“We played a few games, all the while, Jasmine and I being practically inseparable. We walked hand in hand, and when we were waiting for the other team to make their shots, we hugged and nuzzled each other.”

“The night wore on like this, and it was time to leave. Johnny and I walked the ladies to Tasha’s car. As Johnny was saying goodnight to Tasha, who apparently was anxious to leave as he so eloquently put it earlier, Jasmine and I shared and intimate moment.”

“I stared into her eyes and lost myself. She leaned closer and our lips met for the first time. My mind raced. I had wanted this girl for weeks now, and it was finally happening. My thoughts were a blur, and my wife never entered my head.”

“The girls left and Johnny groaned as Tasha practically blew him off. Lucky bastard he called me, and I laughed. I said I was sorry, but he was grumpy the whole way home.”

Again Dean paused, letting Johnny mutter a few choice words about Tasha, bringing laughter from the men.

“Tell us about the good stuff Dean.” Said one.

“Yeah, did ya get to get her?” asked another.

“Getting there guys. Relax.” He replied.

“So about two weeks after that, I was home alone while Carol was at work. I heard some knocking on the patio door. We used to live in an apartment building on the first floor. I went over to the door and pulled back the blinds. It was Jasmine. I opened the door and let her in.”

“I asked her what she was doing there and how she found out where I lived. She replied that Carol had told her where we lived one day at work, obviously not thinking about whom she was talking to. Jasmine just wanted to come over and say hi, tell me that things with Marcus were going a little slow, but okay.”

“I looked at her standing in our living room and offered to take her raincoat. She smiled as she started to unfasten the tie, and the next thing I knew, Jasmine was standing in front of me stark naked.”

The men cheered.

“Yes, I swear! She stood there in her birthday suit, wearing nothing but high heels and a smile. I was both quite excited at the beautiful body in front of me and at the same time horrified that Carol would catch her here.”

“I looked at her body, her pert young breasts staring straight at me, her nicely shaven pubic mound fully visible, and my mouth started to water. She giggled and walked over to the couch. As she sat down, I put her coat on the chair in the kitchen and hurriedly walked back into the living room.”

“She sat with her legs crossed in front of her, and I immediately sat down beside her. Our lips met again, and I kissed her hard. Her hand snaked for my belt buckle and within seconds she had already opened my pants and was inside them, rubbing my dick.”

The men around the campfire were suddenly quite quiet.

“I had never been with a girl outside my own race, so when this Filipino goddess started massaging my balls, I said to myself that it was time to change all that. I stood up, ready to get out of my clothes when Jasmine took hold of the side of my jeans and in one move, had them down to my ankles.”

One of the guys whistled as Dean broke off to take another drink of his beer.

“She was a quick and no nonsense girl that Jasmine. She was on her knees and sucking my cock as soon as the pants were off. Either she knew I was worried about Carol coming home, or she just wanted to get the action started that she wasted no time. Her mouth around my pole felt awesome and she did something with her tongue that almost made me cum right then and there.”

“I literally had to pull her off my cock. I picked her up, considering she weighed maybe 98lbs all wet, and took her into the bedroom. I laid her down on the bed and spread her legs apart. She was moaning even before my tongue met her wet pussy. I never had a Filipino pussy and never have I never had a pussy as wet either. Her juices flowed freely, running down her tight ass and onto the comforter.”

“My tongue tickled her already rock hard clit, and she bucked against my face, coating my cheeks with her juices. I entered her slowly, her pussy lips parting easily before my tongue. She was hot and wet and just so delicious. I lapped at her for about fifteen minutes, and she reached orgasm twice. It was now or never I thought.”

“I took off my shirt and was about to climb on top of her when she pulled me down on top, flipped over me and stared to grind her pussy against my hard cock. Her juices moistening it, she rocked back and forth, then suddenly without any notice, managed to slip my cock inside her without using her hands. I was in shock as she proceeded to ride me for all I was worth.”

“I stopped her a few times, wanting to savor this insatiable delicacy of this girl. I reached for her breasts and ran my fingers over her nipples. They were hard and pointing straight out. Each flick of my thumb on them brought another moan from her lips. She bucked harder against me, and I felt the familiar sensation in my groins.”

“I flipped her on her back, pushing my cock deeper inside her. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders and her legs wrapped around my back, her feet resting on my ass. She pulled me closer, and I felt the strength of her muscles contract against me. I could barely move, but I continued to pump furiously into her until I couldn’t hold off anymore. I felt my balls explode and my cock sent my cum shooting inside her. She felt it too, and her whole body shook as she experienced another orgasm, her pussy muscles clenching my cumming cock.”

“We laid there for some time before I pulled out of her. I looked into her eyes again and she returned the look, a smile creeping across her face. She said she had wanted to do that since the first time we met, but because of Carol always being around, she couldn’t say anything.”

“I lay beside her, gently holding her to my chest as she ran her hands over my body, every now and then gently squeezing my limp member. What happened after that was a blur. All I can remember was waking up with Jasmine in my arms, her hand on my crotch and about thirty minutes until Carol came home from work.”

“I woke Jasmine and told her she had to go, that Carol would be home soon and if she caught us, who knows what would happen. Jasmine looked at me through dreamy eyes and purred like a kitten. She reluctantly got out of bed as I fetched her coat. Putting it on was a drawback, as her nimble young body was again concealed under the material.”

“I walked her to the patio door where she came in, kissed her deeply and watched her as she walked away. She stopped at her car, looked back at me and opened up her jacket once again. Her beautiful body glowed in the moonlight and I wished I could have let her stay in our bed that night.”

“When Carol came home, I was in the shower and the comforter was in the washer. When she asked me why it was, I explained that I had spilt some juice on it earlier A lie, many more of them to come. The same could be said about me!”

Dean smiled as he finished his story, quite content by the reaction from the entourage of men around the campfire. Some were whistling, some were shaking his hand; some were simply sitting there, thinking about the story they had just heard.

“You’re gonna have to tell us more about this Jasmine chick.” Said one of them.

“In time guys, in time.” Dean replied, winking.

Jasmine



19-year-old Jasmine walked slowly along the deserted road heading south. She left home 3 weeks before, leaving the hell she used to call home, as her stepfather was getting more and more violent. She left school at 16 and with no school degree; it was tough to find jobs. She has no money and she ate her last piece of cookie she had the day before. She felt so tired but she kept on walking while looking at small feet. No one seemed to use the road. If she fainted on this road, she could be left for dead and no one could save her. Her delicate face was covered with the hood of her sweatshirt and she was sweating under the sun. 

A glimmer caught her eyes and she raised her hands to stop a coming car. Her savior! It was a black limousine and it stopped in front of her. A smile formed on her lovely face and her light green eyes lighted. She took her hood down and peered into the tinted mirror. After a few moments, the chauffer emerged from the car.

He opened the door for her and she timidly got into it. She loved the smell of the limo, closed her eyes and sniffed hard the scent of tobacco and a strong male cologne, smiling. Her eyes suddenly snapped opened when she realized that she was not alone in the limo. There was a handsome man sitting facing her and she quickly took a seat and smiled at him. He did not respond to her sweet fake smile. He was in his early 40s and he was wearing a white shirt that was opened at the neck showing his tan neck, black trousers that framed his lean long legs and an expensive pairs of leather shoes. His blonde hair was short and his deep brown eyes studied her making her felt so small. Her eyes then darted to the luxurious fruit basket between them involuntarily licked her lips while her stomach started growling for it and she tried to control the urge to ask the man for one piece of sweet red apple.

Eric Blake's cock stirred when the girl in front of him lick her lips eyeing the apples in the basket. He could simple sum up that this smelly, messy, long-legged red head was desperate. She looked slightly thin for his taste but her eyes and those legs mesmerized him. He could imagine those legs wrapping his waist while he pumped his cock into her and those eyes begging for more. His was becoming more aroused with that image in his mind. Her hands were dirty as well as her snickers and the backpack that she had with her. Yet, Eric was interested to know how those fingers can make him a very happy man. Eric knew that she was hungry, penniless and lonely.

The limousine moved swiftly along the road and Jasmine could not help but was lulled into deep slumber. When she opened her eyes, the car had stopped and someone had opened the door. She was brought into a big mansion on a top of a hill and the butler took her to the kitchen and served her with food. She thanked the butler with all her heart, but he did not say anything and left her. She ate to her heart content and in all her life; she had never tasted such wonderful food. The butler came into the kitchen again and instructed her to follow him. 

She was in a huge office with a big table near the window and the handsome man was waiting for her sitting on his arm back leather chair. She stood nervously in front of him but she could not deny that those piercing brown eyes made her heart skipped a few beat. The silence was deafening.

"Thank you for the ride sir...Mr. And thank you for the food! You are my savior!" she broke the silence.

"Not a problem. What's your name? How old are you?" His voice was deliciously deep and that made her heart beat even faster.

"J...Jasmine...Jasmine Malloy. I...I'm 19."

"Jasmine Malloy...I have an offer for you."

"An offer?"

"Yes, a simple offer. Let me have sex with you and I will give you fifty thousand dollar every time you can satisfy me."

"What? I'm not a hooker!" She shrieked.

"I did not say that you are Jasmine. I just want to have sex with you and since you are in dire need of money, I will help you. Just consider this as a job."

Jasmine whole being trembled and she was so shaken by this man's blunt offer. She did need the money and that was a lot of money. She looked at the man facing her and shuddered with the thought of him fucking her pussy. She was not a virgin but she had sex only a few times when she was 15 and having Steve as a stepfather prevented her from seeing any boys. 

"How many times do...do you want me to...h...have s...sex with you?"

"As many times as I want. Don't worry Jasmine. I won't hurt you and I am a man of my word."

"If...if...I refuse?"

"You can leave. You can continue hitchhiking, being penniless, while waiting for your next meal."

Jasmine contemplated her options and she had nothing to lose. Having this man fucking her was better than being penniless and hungry. She agreed and she later was brought into a large grand bathroom that was bigger than her own home. Her eyes dilated with the grand sight. Eric was standing behind her towering her with his physique and Jasmine at 5 feet 10 inches suddenly felt like a small child with his 6 feet 7 inches stature. He stopped before they reached a bathtub. From behind, Eric first loosened her ponytail and her long fiery hair covered her back. Then, he took off her sweatshirt and dropped it to the floor. 

"Turn around Jasmine....Good. Look at me." He commanded.

Jasmine eyes rested on his handsome face and she noticed that his eyes were piercing into her green ones. She could feel his long fingers making their way up from the front of her baggy t-shirt to her breasts, his warm fingers played with her nipple, and she clenched her teeth to prevent herself from moaning. Eric then took out his hand from under her t-shirt and took the baggy t-shirt off her. To his surprise, her breasts were quite big compared to her frail frame but he was annoyed that her boobs were encased in that filthy cheap bra. 

"Take off you bra."

Jasmine was blushing from her head to her toes as she took her bra off before this man that she had just met hours before. Her ample C-cup boobs spilled for Eric's view and her pink nipples puckered under his intense gaze. His hard-on was getting more powerful with the sight of her breasts. The movement of her breasts from her labored breathing intensified his hard-on. Jasmine tried to cover her chest but Eric's strong hand prevented it and he put her hand to her side. 

"Take off your jeans. Slowly."

She complied. She slowly unbuttoned the jeans, unzipped her jeans and unhurriedly used her fingers to pull the jeans down. Her tits dangled and jingled with the excursion. She was in her black grandma panties that looked so fragile with age. Eric grabbed the flimsy material with disgust and that made Jasmine felt so embarrassed. Tears started brimming in her eyes. Eric tugged and tore the material away and easily it was torn to shred. He threw the panties away. A tear fell down her cheek.

"Don't cry. I hate women when they cry!" he growled.

In the midst of comforting herself, the man grabbed Jasmine's waist and she shrieked when her ass suddenly met a cold surface. He had put her on a high marble table to their right near the wall. He forced her legs to open and she yelped. The man was studying her pussy that had never been shaven and her wild red pubic hair was a contrast to the pale skin and her pink pussy. Her feet were dangling either side of the man since the table was 4 feet in height.

"I want to shave your pussy." He said.

"W...what? N...no...I c...can do it myself!" Jasmine begged.

Eric did not listen to her pleading and took out a razor and she trembled in fear. He lathered her pussy with shaving cream and Jasmine instinctively tried to clamp together her thighs but he prevented it. She could feel her pussy stirring in pleasure and she did not want the man between her legs to know.

"N...no...please stop...p...please...M...Mr....s...stop!"

Eric held one thigh with his left hand and started shaving with his right. Jasmine steeled her body and the man slowly shaved her pussy. She was blushing red with embarrassment but the pleasure of this man creating was too great for her to ignore. Eric's lips formed a faint smile as her pussy started to drip its lovely juices. As he finished shaving her pussy, he inserted one finger and she buckled on the table moaning. He took it out and it was drenched. He put the razor on the table, took her down from the table and brought her to the bathtub that was already filled with jasmine scented perfume. 

"Get in."

She obeyed. The water was soothing and she could not help herself but smile. It was wonderful. The dirt and grime of hitchhiking slowly disappeared and Jasmine's creamy skin showed its true glory. The man stood near the bathtub roaming his eyes over the young succulent body. Her pussy was shaven, her face now cleaned from dirt; fiery hair floating around her and her tits glistened with the watery soap. He took a sponge near her head and started massaging her neck. She inhaled a deep breath because she felt so relaxed making her boobs moved to man's pleasure. Eric wanted more.

"Open you legs. Not too much. Just enough for my hand."

Jasmine's eyes flew to his handsome face and she obeyed. The rough texture of the sponge on her pussy made her squirmed. Eric pushed the sponge into her slit and she inhaled a short breath. Every time he roughly grazed the sponge on her clit, she inhaled even louder. Her moaning got louder and louder making Eric's cock even harder.

"I think you are clean enough."

He toweled her wet clean body and hair. Taking time massaging her pussy and he could see her eyes hazy with the pleasure that he invoked in her. She was ready for him.

The bedroom was the biggest bedroom that Jasmine had ever seen in her entire life. There was a high four-post bed in the middle of it and she swallowed hard with the coming ordeal. 

"Get on the bed. Get on your hands and knees; and look at me."

Jasmine's arms wobbled as she looked at the man commanding her. Her long red hair still damp and her knees too quivered with anxiety. Eric relished the sight of her breasts hanging and those shapely legs behind her. He walked around the bed, stopped just to stare at Jasmine's ass and her soaked pussy. He came on the bed from behind her and covered her eyes with a silk scarf.

"N...no...please...I...I...don't want this. I...n...need to see." Jasmine freaked out.

"If you refuse to follow my instruction, you can leave now,."

She was silent for sometime and she let him tie the material over her eyes. Jasmine used all her senses to sense her surrounding especially the man who was about to fuck her tingling sensitive pussy. The idea brought more juices flowing in her canal and Eric noticed that it started trickling down the lips of her pussy to left inner thigh. He was still behind her and her heartbeat accelerated. Her pussy and her whole being were centered on the man behind her ass. Waiting for him to make a move. Waiting. Her pussy was drenched with apprehension. 

"Jasmine, call me Mr. Blake."

"Y...yes Mr. B...Blake...p...please...I...I...want...,"

Before she could finish her sentence, Eric shoved his long thick cock inside Jasmine her sheath. She screamed with the force and her canal was so tight that Eric had to brace himself with the pleasure. Then, he slowly drew his cock slightly out creating friction on her sweet soaked vaginal wall that made her whimpered. Eric pushed his cock again into her and she instinctively moved her hip to receive his intrusion. He withdrew his cock slowly yet again, and Jasmine writhed and whimpered with the pleasure. He could not control his lust, held her small waist, and drove in and out with such force. Jasmine had to rely on Eric because all her senses were focused on his cock that ramming into her pussy over and over again.

"Ah...ah...Mr. Blake...ah...mmm...ah...ah...,"

"You're...so...tight...Jasmine...so...tight!"

Eric incessant attack on Jasmine's pussy was so different from the sex that she had when she was 15. Her pussy was stretched now and she felt that Mr. Blake's cock was deliciously big and long. She loved the feelings of his pants behind her thighs, his belt buckle clinking as he shoved his engorged member into her cunt. 

"Ah...ah...ah...p...please...Mr. Blake...please!" Jasmine moaned asking for her release.

Eric found it irresistible looking at the girl's ass slamming on his groin and the way she arched her body in delight. He knew that she was about to cum as the wall of her wet canal started to convulse even greater. He rammed and rammed his cock inside the tight young pussy and Jasmine finally cum moaning and moaning so loud that it filled the entire bedroom. He continued shoving her pussy with his cock and he held her waist tightly as he slammed his cock to fill her pussy up with his semen grunting and growling as he cum inside her.

Jasmine's hands and legs gave way to the intense pleasure of their climax. She could feel Mr. Blake's cock still in her pussy quivering for the last time and it slowly becoming flaccid. The man was breathing heavily behind her and he too was on the bed laying there. She still could not see with the scarf still covering her eyes. She felt he withdrew his cock and felt him move beside her. She lay on the bed in a dreamlike state after such rapture. Both were still breathing heavily. It seemed like eternity. Suddenly, he touched her face and took off her blindfold. Her eyes adjusted to the bright room and her mouth was opened looking at the mirror on the ceiling of the bedroom. She was naked, hair strewn and her pussy soaked and dripping with her juices and his semen. She felt extremely vulnerable because the man beside her still had his clothes on.

"You're...magnificent...Jasmine." He said to her.

"T...thank you Mr. Blake."

"You are mine. Mine alone." He continued and that made her shivered.

He then slowly took off his shirt revealing the hairy chest that he had and he took off his trousers and boxers. He was like a Norse God and Jasmine could not help but lust over him. He moved between her legs and Jasmine could see how she stretched her long legs opened to accommodate the man between her legs. The sight that she saw on the mirror made her pussy oozed with her juices. He nuzzled her neck and licked it. Jasmine squirmed offering her neck to him. His hands squeezed and massaged her tits. Her nipples puckered under his palms and her body writhed and thrashed with the pleasure building. He nudged his knee lightly on her pussy, grinding it to her opening and she ground her hips to it. Eric felt the dampness on his knee and he could not wait. He brought his mouth to her tits and bit them a few times and that made his lovely Jasmine squirmed even more. He used his tongue on her responsive nipples and she thrashed on the bed again. His cock had risen to its former glory and he put his penis at the opening of her wet pussy. Not moving even when Jasmine hip tried to get his penis slightly deeper in her sweet canal. She became restless.

"Mr....Mr. Blake...p...please...you're...cock...I want...your cock!" she pleaded breathlessly.

He did nothing.

"I...I...want...you...to fuck me...p...please...fuck me!" she begged.

Eric loved when it when they begged and he rammed his cock deep into her waiting pussy. He shoved, slammed and thrust his rigid cock into Jasmine's womb. The feeling was unbelievable and she raised her hip to meet his cock. He grabbed both her long lean legs and wrapped them around his waist so his cock could penetrate deeper and with that angle, Jasmine moaned even louder. Again, and again Eric drove his cock deep in her pussy. Their bodies now were covered in sweat and their slick skin glistened under the lights. Jasmine cherished the view on the ceiling, she looked so wanton, and she could see how Mr. Blake's ass quivered with every pump of his cock into her young body. They cum together and he squeezed all his semen in her sopping pussy. 

* * *

It was dark and Jasmine woke up startled as she was still disorientated. Mr. Blake did not switch the light on but she could see with the help from the soft glow of the moonlight. Still naked on the massive bed, she realized that Mr. Blake's big strong hand enveloped her from behind possessively resting on her pussy. Suddenly, the hand between her legs started massaging her pussy and she moaned.

"Mr. Blake? Are you awake? May...I...I ask you...something?" she whispered in the dark bedroom.

"Yes." A deep satiated voice answered.

"Have...have...I satisfied you?" 

The hand on her pussy stopped moving and there was a dead silence.

"Never Jasmine! Never!" He whispered into her ears.



Jasmine



Jasmine knelt at her Mistress' feet exactly as she'd been trained: firm round ass kissing her heels; smooth thighs spread wide; hands resting palms up on her thighs; her back was straight with shoulders pressed back painfully to accentuate her ample breasts, which stood out in front of her with jeweled nipples; her head was raised, eyes staring straight ahead, and her lips and teeth held slightly apart. As she breathed, her chest rose, drawing attention to those gorgeous breasts. The ends of the golden rings that pierced through her nipples held two perfect rubies captive between them. The ruby was Jasmine's birth stone, and her Mistress was proud of having Owned rights to this one nearly from birth.

Jasmine had been bred for slavery. The bitch that birthed her had been a breeding slave in the stable of a prominent breeder. Her sire was also a slave, though he'd not been a breeder. He was bred for the pits. Having been a champion in the pits since his very first experiences in the training pits, he was rewarded with the chance to sire two offspring. The hopes had been for both to be male who'd turn out to be a champion like the slave that had sired him. They weren't disappointed when this female had been born, though. 

Jasmine was a beautiful baby that grew into a slavegirl any Man would fight to Own. She was a petite girl, with short, shapely legs, a round ass which her Mistress enjoyed changing from creamy white to black and blue with a paddle or flogger. Her stomach was flat and toned enough to make her irresistible. She was by no means muscled, but she was in beautiful shape. Her breasts were large by many people's standards. They were natural, as well, unlike some slavegirls' breasts. Some Owners would enlarge their slaves breasts to disproportionate sizes. Not so for Jasmine. Her breasts were firm and large naturally, the jewels through her nipples accentuating the pink flesh of her large areolas. With golden hair and bright blue eyes, rights to her had been sold quickly, with the woman who now Owned her having won them in an auction when Jasmine was but 2 days old. 

Intergalactic slave law was clear about how the sale of slaves was to be undertaken, however, and Jasmine's Mistress had waited 18 years before she could truly buy the slavegirl. Rights to first option of purchase could be sold at any time during the slave's life, but actual sale could only be done once a slave reached 18 years of age. Over the two years that followed her purchase, she'd undergone extensive training, and then her Mistress had her all to herself.

"My lovely little Jaz," Mistress began, calling her by the pet name she had for the girl. "Today is a very special day, My sweet." She smiled down at the girl kneeling before her. She would enjoy this very, very much.

Jasmine knew better than to move so much as a hair while in position at her Mistress' feet. She remained as perfectly still as she could, barely even daring to breathe as she waited for Mistress' next command.

"I'm sure you're very curious about what is planned for you," Mistress said. "Perhaps it's time you found out. Heel," she turned and started walking quickly from the room.

Jasmine leaned forward, her hands pressing to the floor to follow her Mistress from the room, crawling as she'd been trained to do. Mistress led her down the hallway to a room she'd never been allowed to enter. Pausing at the doorway, she glanced down to the slave who followed her obediently and smiled. She was going to enjoy this very much.

Punching the passcode into the keypad, she waited a moment as the security system granted her access and opened the door before continuing, her sweet little slave crawling behind her.

They entered into a room bare except for three things: a table in the center, the door they'd just come through, and another door leading into a viewing gallery. The table was long enough to accommodate Jasmine's body, minus her legs. Stirrups jutted from one end and had straps attached at regular intervals. The stirrups were adjustable, and could be moved in many directions.

"Get up on the table, Jaz," Mistress said, Jasmine rising to her feet immediately and moving toward the table as instructed. "On your back, girl, with your feet in the stirrups."

Jasmine obeyed her Mistress' commands, lying on her back, consciously controlling her breathing to keep from showing herself to be as nervous as she really was. Mistress strapped her legs to the posts holding the stirrups in which her feet rested. Moving up the table, she fastened a leather strap across the slavegirl's hips, and another went across her torso, just below her ample breasts. Two more held her shoulders tightly to the table. 

Satisfied her slave's body was securely strapped to the table, she took the girl's arms and stretched them above her head, bending them at the elbow so that her hands hung and slipped loops round the girl's wrists. A smirk spread across the woman's face as she surveyed her naked and bound slave. She could see the girl's resolve to not allow her nervousness and fear of the unknown show through as her lower lip began trembling. Looking up from her slave, she glanced to the window and nodded slightly.

Returning her gaze to her slave's face, she smiled. Leaning down next to Jasmine's head, she spoke softly to the now clearly frightened girl, "Now, Jaz, no need to be frightened, girl," she said in a placating tone. "It's time you learn what it means to truly be a sex slave...in all ways." Her eyes turned near cruel as she looked into the girl's eyes. Reaching to a jeweled nipple, she twisted it. Jasmine cried out, her eyes closing momentarily.

In the moment the girl's eyes were closed, she experienced a sensation she'd never felt. Fingers pulled her cunt lips apart and something was pressing into her. Her eyes flew open to see a collared man standing between her legs, his huge cock disappearing into her body. He was a pit slave, she could tell. A monster of a man, he stood 6 ft 7, and had a cock that jutted out 8 inches from base to head, when fully erect. Not a very long cock, but it was his thickness that terrified most girls. It stretched her to her limits as it slowly invaded the place nothing had touched since her examination 4 years ago, when she was 18 and her Mistress finally came for her, after exercising her right to purchase this slave. Even that exam had been only to be certain she was still a virgin, with hymen fully intact. Mistress had paid well for this girl to remain as innocent as possible, while still learning certain things that would allow the girl to pleasure her Mistress.

Whimpering, she glanced to her Mistress, who only smiled cruelly as the other slave's cock stopped, having come to the barrier in the girl's virginal channel. The girl's soft whimpers had turned into cries of pain as the thick cock invaded her body. Her attempts to struggle were futile, given that she was bound tightly to the table, her legs forced far apart by the stirrups.

"Don't go any further until I say so, boy," the woman told the male slave who nodded as he stood poised to strip her slave of the last shred of innocence she'd been allowed to keep. The Mistress had chosen this particular male for the size of his cock. It would hurt the little bitch she Owned so deliciously, at least at first. She'd spoken with many regarding which slave to breed her girl with. Most agreed it best to start a virgin on a smallish cock, but no, that simply would not do for her slave. No, this little bitch would get the thickest cock she could find to rip her apart before her Mistress' eyes. Smiling at the thought of her slave's virginity torn to shreds before her eyes, she turned from the slaves and joined the male's Owner in the viewing room, closing the door behind her. After settling into a seat, she pressed a button in the arm of her chair and said simply, "Now, boy."

Upon the order, the male slave pulled back slightly and then rammed his cock deep inside the girl's now-aching cunt. She screamed when his cock tore through her barrier, tears flowing freely from her eyes as he drove his hard shaft into her body, the head beating her cervix unmercifully. Virgin blood coated the thick shaft that invaded her body. Her screams of pain lessened slightly as her body reacted in the only way it knew how, releasing hormones to shift her perception of pain to a glimmer of something else. 

A moan escaped her throat, her body trembling. Cunt muscles began gripping and squeezing the other slave's cock and he groaned with pleasure as he recognized her body was beginning to respond to his, just a hint of pleasure beginning to spread through her body. His thrusts became more urgent, her cries no longer of pain but of pleasure, her hips straining against the strap that bound them to the table, no longer in an effort to escape him, but to try to get her body closer to his. 

Jasmine's Mistress watched, pleased by what she saw. Her slave's juices dripped from the table as the girl's hips began attempting to buck against the male's, the first orgasm the slavegirl ever experienced tearing through her senses, her screams of passion overwhelming the male's resolve, his seed bubbling up from his balls, through his hard shaft, to erupt inside the girl's channel. Both slaves moaned and shook as they came together. 

The male remained where he was as he came down from his sexual high, his cock softening inside the cunt of the little slavegirl in front of him. He would remain inside her until given permission to slip from the girl. Their Owners spoke of the breeding that had just taken place, agreeing between them that this would be repeated twice a week until they could confirm the slavegirl to have been successfully bred.

Jasmine looked upon the face of the male slave who had just taken her virginity, knowing what had just happened, and that it wouldn't be the last time his massive cock would invade her body. Her Mistress returned from the viewing room, a Man with her. Together, they gave the male slave permission to remove his flaccid cock from the girl. The cock slipped from her body, a flood of cum leaking from her body as he pulled out. Mistress pressed a button, and the table began tilting Jasmine's head down, her hips up. 

"To help move his seed where it needs to be," Mistress explained to Jasmine when she started and looked to her Mistress questioningly. Jasmine nodded, knowing if she spoke without permission she'd be severely punished. 

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One Year Later...

Jasmine's legs were once again raised with her feet in the stirrups. This time, the table was tilted up, the girl in a near sitting position as she held her breath, pushing as hard as she could. The baby's head emerged and the attendant quickly suctioned its nose and mouth while Jasmine took a few breaths. With the next push, the baby girl slid from her body, lungs heaving as she screamed to announce her arrival into the world. 

A few minutes later, Jasmine's Mistress smiled at her good fortune as the attendant announced there was a second child. Perhaps she would breed this slave again a few more times, especially if she was prone to multiples. In minutes, the second baby was screaming at the top of his lungs. Both babes were put to breast immediately as their Mistress left the room to notify the Owner of their sire. He would fetch the male as soon as he was weaned. The female would remain with Jasmine until sold. 

Good fortune, indeed.



Jasmine



God, she always teased me. This little one always got my blood pumping and turned my brain off and did she know it. She made sure I could see her ass when she bent over, always smiling this naughty smile and giving me the "cum fuck me" eyes. It drove me nuts. Now, there are only a few ways a guy can tease back and with this one, it was through stories and poetry, my words went through her dirty little mind like Grant went through Richmond. But that isn't what this is about, well not all of what this is about. This is about her submission and my loss of self control. 

We met for coffee, at a little shop just down the street. Nice and low key, not a Starbucks but a local place with a very nice patio. Summer time, in Colorado, warm but not boiling heat but nice and, of course, she was wearing the shortest skirt made by the hand of man and dreamed up in dirty guys fantasies across the world, it was a jean skirt that barely covered anything and made me drool for a peak underneath. A really light t-shirt that had some smart ass slogan on it that made me smirk but her body distracted me from fully absorbing the information. 

We chatted a bit and of course she teased me beyond all rational comprehension. She brushed up against me, bite her lower lip, sucked on the straw, bent over to grab her purse giving me a real nice view of her ass. Damn it, it was killing me, she was killing me but it had become such a habitual game for us. I knew she wanted me and I, so wanted her but we had fallen into this pattern of teasing and talking about it but nothing really fun was going on. It got so bad that we started discussing what turned us on which is what started our descent into the gutter and when I admitted my weakness.

"You know there is one thing that anyone with any sense what so ever shouldn't do to me," I said, by way of warning, "No woman should ever bite me neck, never ever unless she wants to get fucked right then and there."

"Right, like I buy that, I like getting bit on the neck too but it doesn't drive me crazy," she stated, smiling a very naughty smile.

"Seriously, it is just something that happens to my brain it turns off and all I want to do is fuck. It has caused problems in the past."

"Whatever," she responded, knowing that "whatever" drove me up the wall.

I glared at her for a moment then shrugged, going back to drinking my coffee.

We continued to have a pleasant day in the sun on the patio, which was rather empty, only two other people that were engrossed in their cell phones. I have no idea if they noticed how much she teased me or how many innuendos went flying around our table. Fuck me, the sexual tension around here is killing me, I thought to myself as stared at her. She was giving me the "come fuck me" eyes and it was torture. Staring into her eyes, I let mine light up with all the lust I felt for that naughty little girl. I got to enjoy her get flustered and look away. The game was still on and we both enjoyed it to much to quit. Once the coffee was done and I couldn't take any more, I stood up and got ready to leave.

"What, no hug?" She asks, innocently pouting.

"Of course," I reply, waiting for her to stand up.

As she stood up, I took her into my arms, squeezing a little hard to let out some the frustration out. She showed her frustration in another way. I felt her teeth sink into my neck as I hugged her, sending a charge through my body. Growling, my fingers digging into her flesh as I tried to get a hold of myself, to stop the rush of hormones ripping through my brain. I lose the war when she sucks my skin between her lips and bites down harder. My mind goes to "lala" land as I pick her up and slam her ass down on the table. I can't think, all I want to do is fuck her, then and there, and damn the consequences. I pulled at her hair, yanking her head back to kiss her hard. A growl escaping my throat as I paw with my other hand at her clothes.

"Stop it," She says, her voice muffled as she tries to push me away.

"No," I growl out as I hold onto her.

"Seriously, David, not here..... I was playing," she says as she struggles against me.

"You were warned," I state, my grip never loosening. 

That is when I notice the other people staring at us, looks of disgust and disbelief on the pair of faces.Shaking my head, trying to clear the hormones, the anger, the pure lust out of it. Picking her up again, I carry her to the car; ignoring the stares of the other people around us as I push her against it.

"You have one chance and this is it to get away, take it or suffer the consequences," I deliver the ultimatum.

Jasmine looks at me, attempting to see how serious or how far she should push it but I see in her eyes this doubt that I will do anything to her. She shakes her head no and smirks. That smirk doesn't help my mood as I open the door and push her into the car, barely waiting for her to be all the way in before shutting the door. I hustle around to the driver's side and climb in; we drive just a few minutes to my house in complete silence. I was still caught up in a tide of hormones so I didn't trust myself to speak and she seemed to be regretting not saying no to me but it was too late. The one thing Jasmine knew about me is when I said it, I meant it.

Pulling into my drive way, I look over at her as I stop. Grabbing her hair in one hand, pulling her head close to me I kiss her hard. Jasmine tries to pull away but I keep tugging on her hair, trapping her lips to mine. Kissing her fiercely, I put my other hand along her neck, my thumb running along her jaw line. She struggles a little more but soon concedes to the kiss. Breaking the kiss, I stare into her eyes until she looks down.

"Come on, bunny, you are going inside with me," I tell her.

"David, I...." She trails off.

I smile to myself, opening my door and getting out of the car but before I can get around and open hers, she climbs out of my car. I move forward pinning her to the car as I pull her head to the side and bite her, grinding myself against her.

"mmmmmm," she moans out as I continue to bite and kiss her neck.

Grabbing her I pull to my house and keeping a tight grip on her wrist, I open the door. Firmly ushering her inside, I close the door behind both of us. I take a minute to gaze at her, my eyes showing the lust I am feeling and a smile on my face. She takes a slight step back. I move forward slowly as she continues to back away. A teasing smile on her lips and a serious look on mine. 

"Come here little one," I say to her and crook a finger.

She laughs and keeps moving away and I continue my pursuit. I trap her, her only way out is through my bedroom door. Jasmine tries to break past me. Grabbing a hold of her around the waste I push her through the doorway and throw her onto my bed. Quickly, she tries to get off the bed but again she is tossed onto it. Growling, I pin her to the bed. Holding onto her wrists as I straddle her body. She pushes against my hands and I slam them back down to the bed. Jasmine glares up at me, knowing she trapped and I glare back down at her, a smug smile on my face.

"You are mine, I warned you not to do it. I even gave you a chance to run but no you decided to stay and now, bunny, you will give me what I want or I will take it from you."

"David... stop, I'm sorry I pushed it so far but you have to stop," Jasmine says to me. 

"No, you had your chance to stop," I say shaking my head.

Gathering up her wrists in one hand, my other roams down her body until I reach her little skirt. Pushing it up, to have better access to her young pussy; I stare into her eyes as I stroke your pussy through her panties. She tries not to react but I feel her slowly getting wet under my touch. Jasmine turns her head away, no longer meeting my gaze as I play with her pussy. I feel my cock grow painfully hard as I tease her. Leaning down, I bite her neck as my fingers continue to caress her pussy, inciting a moan from her. I suck and nipple on her neck making her moan louder as my fingers push aside her panties to play with her clean shaven pussy, lightly pinching her clit.

"David, mmmmmm... please," She moans out.

"Please what, little bunny?"

Shaking her head in negation, I continue to caress her now very wet pussy. My breath blows along her neck as I move up to her earlobe and placing a soft kiss on it, I wait for another moan. My fingers slide inside her pussy, stroking slowly in and out of it; my thumb pushing against her clit as my fingers move. She moans loudly as my fingers penetrate her wet hole.

"David, please please pleas fuck me," she groans out, unwillingly but still with desire.

"Of course little one," I say, shifting my body.

My hand leaves her pussy to undo my belt and push down my pants and boxers in one swift move. Keeping her wrists pinned, I position my cock against her pussy. Her skirt around her waist and her panties still pushed to the side, I slam my cock inside her wet, tight, young pussy. She moans louder as she feels my cock fill her pussy up.

"This is a long time coming little one, I am done playing the teasing game with you. I am going to make you my good little slut."

"Mmmm, oooooo, mmmm," her voice catching.

I pound my cock into her pussy, the bed rocking with the force as I take her. Her pussy feels so good wrapped around me as I fuck her. I feel her clench and as I move in and out of her.

"My little slut," I inform her.

She moans in response.

Releasing her wrists, I grab a hold of one of her pigtails and pull on it turning her head towards mine. I kiss her hard as I continue to fuck her. Growling into her mouth as I kiss her, her pussy clenching on my cock harder and more frequently. I can feel her panties running along the length of my cock as I go into her again and again. Her hands go under my shirt as I fuck her, her nails raking down my back. I moan in response.

"Oh damn, bunny, you are so hot, I already love fucking you."

"Fuck me harder, please ....." Jasmine moans out.

"Please what?" I ask as I slow down and tease her a little with my cock.

She looks at me, a submissive sexy look in her eyes but does not speak. Pulling hard on her pig tail, I bite her neck really hard.

"Owweee," she moans and yells at the same time.

Slowly working my cock in and out of her pussy as I continue to stare at her.

"Fuck me harder, please David, please," she says staring up at me.

I shake my head in disappointment as I continue to tease her.

"Please.... Please sir," she says, finally.

With that, I slam my cock into her fucking her hard and fast, reveling in the feeling that she is my little slut now and she wants it. My pace is furious, all the teasing sexual tension coming out as I fuck her. Her hands grip hard into my back as she wraps her legs around me, urging, helping, submitting to my fucking of her little pussy. I feel her clench hard on my cock as she cums onto it. Her thighs quivering as I continue to pound her pussy. Turning her into my little slut, my thoughts consumed by desire and need for this sexy girl. Feeling the softness, the tightness of her pussy as I fuck her. I barely manage to pull out as I start to cum. It spews onto her skirt and her stomach as I gasp and shudder over her.

She moans and squirms and cums lightly again as spew onto her skin. Taking her face between my hands I kiss her and she kissed me back, my tongue sliding between her lips. I grip her tight and she squeezes me with her arms.

"My little cum slut now," I tell her.

"Yes sir, I am," she replies.

She looks at me hopefully and I smile and stare into her eyes. 

"Oh, I am not finished with you yet...."



Jasmine



Princess Jasmine sat on her palace bed in her usual emerald blue belly shirt and baggy translucent pants waiting for Aladdin. Like always.

He spent so much time in Agrabah Market, trying to please the kingdom as their Sultan that he often left Jasmine alone in the palace bored. Sure, they had traveled to Wonderland and Neverland on vacation this year, but she felt the connection between the two of them waning, like he was more interested in his work than his beautiful princess of a wife. 

The sun had just vacated the sky and Jasmine was left in a palace full of people but still somehow feeling alone. She began to question herself. Was it something she was doing? Should she be more open to uniting the kingdom as Aladdin was trying too? But she hated the political side of the Enchanted Kingdom.

Suddenly, Aladdin came bursting in to the room with a wicked smile. 

"I have great news!" Aladdin said, not even pausing to greet his wife, "We have discovered a new prince in the Kingdom."

Jasmine sat up. A new prince?

"He has come from far away to speak with me about uniting the kingdom."

A figure appeared in the door of the royal bedroom. Jasmine certainly had never seen anyone like him before.

"My name is Prince King," he said with a charming smile, "It is an honor to meet you Princess,"

Jasmine felt herself blush. Her tanned skin seemed pale to his dark. 

"He has come to speak of a trade between our kingdom," Aladdin said, "He will trade us meats and dairies in exchange for some of our kingdoms riches and luxuries! Great goodness, not even the Genie could make this wish come true!"

Aladdin hastily patted his wife on the head. 

"Now, if you excuse me, I must go find Abu and tell him of this news!" 

Aladdin darted past Prince King and out the door, leaving Jasmine alone with the newest prince. 

Jasmine said nothing, only stared. He was handsome, and wore and emerald robe that barely contained his rippled abs. 

"It is warm in his part of the Enchanted Kingdom," he said, tugging at the ends of his robe, "Do you mind?"

Jasmine nodded, and Prince King removed his shirt, unveiling his carved dark torso. 

"Oh my," Jasmine exclaimed, "I've never seen anyone like you. You are quite handsome,"

Prince King smiled, "As are you beautiful, Princess Jasmine, but I see trouble in your eyes."

Jasmine blushed again. Had he seen the look of disappointment when Aladdin had not properly greeted her? Or the pathetic pat on the head as he left. They were not signs of a couple in love. 

Prince King sat himself beside the Arabian princess, "Tell me of your troubles."

And she did. She told him how she felt invisible, about how she felt unwanted and alone. Prince King listened, occasionally nodding his head. Jasmine hardly noticed that the two slow moved closer and closer to one another on her bed. Prince King's hand was unexpectedly on her thigh. And hers on his. 

Her hand was climbing up his thigh, rubbing his leg until it reached something big waiting for her. 

"Oh my," Jasmine exclaimed once more.

Prince King smiled, and he leaned in and kissed Jasmine, unlike anything she had felt before. Her hand grasped at his pants and tugged them down his waist and around his knees. The giant black cock greeted her by waving in the air.

Jasmine rolled both her hands around it, and still the head of Prince King's dick was not covered. She crawled across the bed, and laid flat, placing the tip of his penis on her lips before graciously allowing it inside. 

Her head bobbed up and down as she sucked and sucked on his dick, taking it only half of it. Prince King's palm pressed to the back of her head, encouraging her as she sucked.

"That's amazing," he whispered, "I've never seen a girl as pretty as you."

Jasmine swallowed more of his dick, straining herself to her fullest capacity. He gently massaged her neck and back as she ran her tongue along his dick before kissing the tip. 

The door swung open and Aladdin appeared in the frame with a happy smile.

"Abu is over the moon with this news! Prince King, I hope you enjoy the luxuries of our kingdom. And we will enjoy your meats!"

Had Aladdin not noticed? Had Jasmine become that invisible to him. She had to make him notice. Aladdin was walking around the room talking, not even glancing at her. She removed her baggy leggings, and squatted over Prince Kings throbbing cock, her back to Prince King, and her eyes followed Aladdin around the room with her emerald eyes. 

She lowered herself onto his cock, feeling his gentle hands wrap around her hips, and slide his sword inside her. It sent a wave of pleasure through her. 

Her legs hit the ground, and she pushed back up, Prince King holding her on the waist, and pleasuring her quim.

She continued bouncing on his cock while Aladdin pranced around the room, unaware. She moaned, louder and louder. This encouraged Prince King to fuck the princess harder and she felt the tides of pleasure coursing through her. 

"Oh my god, fuck me with your big black dick," she squealed.

But Aladdin still paid no attention to her as he grab papers and other things from his desk. 

Jasmine rode Prince King's dick reverse cowgirl for several minutes, her husband in the room, and unaware of her entirely. No matter what she did to make him notice her, he did not.

Her tan thighs clashed with Prince King's hands as his cock thrust inside her. She arched her head back and let Prince King hurried the pace the clapping of his balls echoing through the room as she rammed Aladdin's wife. Jasmine arched her back even further and her toned stomach flexed as she rode Prince King.

Prince King thrust harder, Jasmine now almost screaming, he lifted her off the ground entirely and let his manhood impale her for several seconds while a orgasm overtook her body. He slowly lowered her back down and did not stop fucking her, his cock pushing deep inside Jasmine over and over, his hands firmly around her hips, pushing her creamy hips up and down on his dark shaft.

"Oh my god," Jasmine cooed, "You're so big."

Prince King grabbed Jasmine's breast and massaged them, falling onto his back on the bed. Jasmine was pulled down so that her back was against his chest, his cock pumping into her and with every thrust she felt more and more pleasure throughout her.

Prince King's arms wrapped around her stomach and he kept fucking Jasmine until a full orgasm blew through her body and she came harder than Aladdin had every provided her.

But still, Aladdin only milled about the room, unnoticing of his wife and Prince King. He collected some papers, and didn't even see his wife, being fucked hard by the black prince.

Aladdin breezed past them again with papers in his hand, "I must tell the Genie!"

He didn't care. He didn't even notice. So now, Jasmine didn't care. She stood up and let Prince King pull her back into his arm. She pressed her butt into his cock, wiggled it around and grinded upon him. He wasted no time bending the princess over and penetrating her once more. 

Jasmine bent over and put the palms of her hands on the floor as he took her doggy style from behind. He pumped his manhood into her over and over, each time her butt clapped against his body with a loud thwack of ivory on ebony skin.

Prince King placed his hands around Jasmines tan waste and thrust into her, watching his dick slide into her pussy. A white substance was emerging from inside her, the princess was cumming and cumming hard on his cock.

She arched her ass high into the air so that her body was like a bridge on the floor of the bedroom. Prince King pressed both his hands on either cheek of the princess and slid his sword slowly in and out of her quivering body. He felt the hairs on his hand stand on end as he watched his cock slide in and out of her.

He smiled and lightly slapped the princesses' rear. She cooed, and he did it again, quickening his pace. The pleasure was building inside him as well. And he wanted to release it. 

He pulled Jasmine up and spun her on the air to lay her on the bed. She playfully laughed as her soft body hit the bed and her hair sprawled out across it behind her head. He pulled her hips to the edge where he stood. He remained standing, and put the tip of his dick inside her.

Jasmine's eyes were aglow. Her head transfixed on his member. Prince King did not thrust quickly, he slowly pushed his cock inside the princess as she watched in earnest. As more and more of him slid inside of her, Princess Jasmine's head tipped back and let out a playful sigh. 

Prince King did this a few more times, slowly penetrating the princess, until he let his body fall forward, his hands on either of Jasmine's bare breasts and lunged hard into her that she groaned in ecstasy. The force of his sex bounced the princesses hips up and down off the bed as they fucked. Jasmine's cum climbed his dick, coating his black cock in white liquid.

He felt a rocket launch from his insides and one final thrust ejaculated his seed into Jasmine's pussy. He collapsed onto the princess, their liquids intermingled. 

"Oh, Jasmine," he said, "You are the best I have ever had,"

"And you, I, Prince King,"

Jasmine watched Prince King stand back and withdraw his sword from her womb. His seed spilled from inside of her and she no longer felt the loneliness.



Jasmine



My wife and I had been playing with her fucking other men for about two years, and I was an incredible turn on for me to watch her get fucked, or to hear the juicy details about her taking on some stud. We had played this game with about 6 different guys, usually one at a time, but one time it involved two young brothers and me fucking her on a camping trip. I can never forget the intense fucking we did. 

I had originally talked her into this game and I had always played it to be a MFM fantasy only, as I wasn't sure how she would be about me with another women. I hoped it might grow into getting other women too, but never counted on it. My thought was that once she agreed and got into it, she wouldn't back out when the idea of woman came along. 

During our private sex and while talking though fantasies of men she has fucked and men to be fucked, she gradually she became more and more playful with the idea of bringing a woman into our bed. We began to seriously discuss it, but we couldn't figure out how to do it. 

I worked a lot and had no real time for going out partying alone, and let's face it, her smoking hot body made for easy pick-ups, and I was just your average guy.

Mel was 32 years old, 5'4" tall and weighed about 110 pounds. She was a flirtatious blonde with a 36D rack that looked huge on her petite frame. She was sexy as hell, and men always ogled her. I was 39 years old, at 6'4" and 220 pounds. I was of average looks, and most women like me because of my height.

In our fantasies Mel had gotten me to describe what I would want in a woman. I originally told her, "Someone who looks just like you," to keep her from getting worried. But eventually she reminded me of the female friends we had and how I had made flattering comments about selected ladies. We worked out the truth, that what I really I wanted was change, a petite, brunette, with tiny tits.

It was almost a year later when Mel called me one night while out to dinner with some college friends. She was obviously feeling no pain and after some pleasantries, she shocked the hell out of by asking, "Would you want me to bring Jasmine home with me?"

I was really taken back and stammered a bit asking if she meant to stay in the guest room and Mel cleared it up, and fogged my brain, when she replied, "No, home to sleep with you and I, she wants to play!"

I was immediately thrust into high overdrive at the thought. Jasmine was the absolute perfect fox for my fantasy. I had lusted for her the first time I met her! 

Jasmine was 30, a very petite brunette at about 5'5" and 110 pounds. She couldn't be sporting more than a 34B chest. My idea of perfection!

Mel advised that they had just ordered dinner and it would be a couple of hours till they got there. She also needed to sober up enough to be safe on the road. I had so many questions about how this came to be, but they would have to wait.

I immediately began straightening up the house and getting some booze and ice ready. I even changed the sheets on the bed to make sure nothing spoiled this night! The chance of a lifetime and I didn't want Jasmine turned off by a dirty house or bed. I took a shower and sat back to wait.

Mel and Jasmine finally arrived at around 9 PM, and when they came in Mel was all smiles and looked excited, while Jasmine was looking very shy and nervous. Jasmine was wearing a scoop necked blouse and well-fitting slacks. I loved her smoking hot brown eyes and wished I could grab her and kiss her right there!

Since she looked nervous, I didn't make a move toward Jasmine other than to say, "I am so glad you came, can I get you something to drink?" I made them both a drink and we moved into the living room to sit down.

Mel was sitting between Jasmine and I and realizing we needed to break the tension, I decided to get us talking about how this came to be a reality.

Mel started telling about how she and Jasmine had been drinking, and the talking turn to sex. Jasmine had guessed (correctly) that Mel had been fucking her biology professor and of course wanted to know how she could do that to me. Mel then told her I had known all along and ended up telling her about almost all of our exploits. 

I looked at Jasmine, smiled, and asked her, "What were you thinking?"

Jasmine laughed and said, "I was shocked at first, then I started getting turned on about it! I wanted to hear all the sexy details!"

I couldn't stop looking at this fox I had dreamed about, sitting before me with a fire in her eyes!

"I bet you never thought Mel and I would do that, did you?" I asked her.

Jasmine shook he head and said, "No way, you two seem so straight and family oriented!" 

I laughed and said, "Really, we are, it's just we decided to add some spice to our bourgeois life. So how did this go from discussing Mel's male friends to you coming to play with us?"

Jasmine looked embarrassed and just said, "It sounded like fun."

The Mel laughed and said, "Jasmine asked if we went both ways and I told her we had talked about it but had not yet done it. Then I asked if she would consider being our first."

Jasmine jumped in as repeated, "And I said it sounded like fun, but....."

Mel loudly interrupted Jasmine with, "Bullshit! You said you'd always had a crush on him and that you'd love to fuck him."

"Mel!" Jasmine cried out.

I laughed and got up to move next to Jasmine, took her hand and said, "You don't know how flattered I am, and to be honest, I have wanted you since we met."

Jasmine looked me in the eyes and we kissed softly. Her lips were soft, moist and full. I wanted to fuck her right there on the couch.

Mel broke our moment and said, "OK you two, how are we going to do this?"

Jasmine surprised us both by taking the lead, "Let's play a game, we each get take a turn to tell the others what to do, and I get to go first since I am the guest."

Mel answered for both of us, "Sounds good, go ahead."

Jasmine looked at us and said, "I want to see you two make out, and hotly!"

So Mel and I started kissing and running out hands over each other. I was so hot to get my hands on Jasmine, and the kissing and fondling of Mel was driving my excitement to unknown heights. 

After a few minutes of this, we broke and I asked, "Whose next to call it?"

Jasmine looked at me and said, "You go next."

I thought briefly smiled at the two of them and said, "OK, I want to see you two ladies make out now, hotly."

They both smiled and Mel leaned into Jasmine and they started deeply kissing. Every guy's dream! I reached over and placed my hand on Jasmine's thigh as she and Mel kissed. I felt her jump slightly then relax. I leaned over and kissed the back of Jasmine's neck, and inhaled her sweet perfume.

When they broke, Mel was breathing heavy and said, "Wow, that's hot! Now you two, I want to watch you two."

Jasmine swiveled back to me and I wrapped my arms around her petite body and started kissing her. She immediately opened her mouth and I eagerly fed my tongue into her mouth. We French kissed and I ran my hands up and down her sides letting my thumbs rub across her tits. It was like electricity arcing from my thumbs into here tits. Each touch brought more fire to my loins and Jasmine gasped into my mouth each time.

I was also kissing Jasmine's neck, and as low down into her scoop neck blouse as I could get as I ran my hands all over her sides, chest, and back. Jasmine's neck line was finely chiseled and I loved kissing in the little valleys. I was so ready to strip off her blouse and bra to get to those little titties!

We must have gone on for 10 minutes and Mel chimes in. "OK you two, get a room." I didn't want to stop. "Jasmine's turn," She said. 

I reluctantly let Jasmine go and we all took turns looking at each other. Jasmine thought for a minute and said, "Now I want to see you eat Mel's pussy."

Wow, if I can't have my new found erotic dream of Jasmine right now, the next best thing was to eat pussy. I love to eat pussy. On occasions when we were pressed for time, I can and have many times eaten Mel till she comes, and then we stop to do whatever we were going to do. I have jokingly, but almost truthfully said, I'd rather eat pussy that fuck.

Mel stood and I stripped her slacks and panties down in one motion, then gently pushed her back down on the couch. I knelt and I began kissing at Mel's knees and started working toward her pussy. Mel's legs spread apart and welcomed me in. I glanced at Jasmine and she seemed enthralled at what we were doing.

As I kissed closer and closer to Mel's pussy, her breathing increased and she reached for my head. Once I had kissed her pussy lips, Mel groaned loudly and jerked my head into her crotch. I sucked her soft lips into my mouth and pulled on them gently.

Aside from pleasing Mel, and getting my own kicks, I wanted Jasmine to want my head between her legs. I was going to make sure Mel came hard to really interest Jasmine in my tongue.

I pushed my tongue into Mel's pussy and started tongue fucking her as my upper lip dragged across her hooded clit. Mel started rocking her hips and her groans got louder.

I brought my left hand up and started massaging her right breast through her top, as my right hand came up under my chin to get to her pussy. I slipped my middle finger into Mel's pussy underneath my tongue and began to finger fuck her pussy.

Mel was moaning, "Oh yes, I love when you do that, oh yes, please, more."

I moved my mouth up to let my finger find her soft spongy G spot, and at the same time started pushing back the hood of her clit with my tongue. Mel's hips exploded into motion slamming against my lips. I back off for a second to save my lips, and as soon as Mel relaxed a bit, I rubbed her G spot and sucked he clit into my mouth. 

Mel was screaming now, "Eat me, fuck, eat me, I'm going to come, eat me!" 

I gave it my all as Mel's body began to tremble and shake. She arched her back and pulled on my hair till it was painful, as she burst into her orgasm.

"Yes, oh God, yes, don't stop, don't, aarrrgggg, ohhhh, yes, yes, yes."

I was all I could do to keep from being bucked off Mel's pussy. But she had a death grip on my scalp, and I swear I was about to lose big tufts of hair.

I kept kissing and sucking until Mel couldn't stand it anymore, and started to push my head away.

I looked over at Jasmine and smiling at her, I licked my lips. Jasmine had a lost look on her face, and didn't do anything to acknowledge my smile, just looked at me.

Mel curled up on the couch and said to Jasmine, "It's your turn, I want to watch him eat you now."

I looked eagerly at Jasmine, but she looked nervous again. I decided to make this more intimate and try to get her to relax. I stood, reached out my hand to Jasmine saying, "Let's go to the bedroom and get comfortable."

Jasmine took my hand and shyly but obediently followed me. As we passed Mel I said to her, "Come on babe, let's get in bed."

Mel said, "Go ahead, I'll be right in."

At the bedroom door, I turned and took Jasmine into my arms and kissed her deeply. She melted against my chest and held me tightly.

I pulled form her lips and said, "I have wanted to kiss you and make love to you for so long, this is going to be beautiful."

Jasmine and I looked deeply into each other's eyes and then kissed again as I moved her into the bedroom. At the bed I reached down to grasp the bottom of her blouse and pull it up and over her head. She was wearing a black French cut lacy bra that framed her tits with perfection. I couldn't take my eyes of the top of her soft orbs.

I kissed down her neck, across her chest, and began to lose myself kissing the tops of the perfect tits that I had coveted for so long. Jasmine reached behind her back, and with a little pop, the bra fell away and I was treated to my amazing first sight of her fine tits. Her titties were small, but the areolae were large and dark. Her nipples were hard full nubs like pencil erasers. 

I could only stand there and stare lost in my desire for these firm and exciting titties. I dropped to my knees and took a nipple into my mouth, enjoying how hard it was. 

Jasmine sighed and wrapped her arms around my head feeding me her nipples as I moved from one to the other. I remember thinking that I could stay there forever! Jasmine shuddered when I kissed and sucked the smooth skin around the sides of her tits, and groaned as I sucked her nipples between my lips, and tongued those rosy areolae.

Mel came into the room and was watching us, then moved over behind Jasmine and reached down to start opening Jasmine's slacks. I was so engrossed in those nipples I hardy paid any attention to what Mel was doing. Jasmine was now standing in a very tiny pair of light pink panties with her slacks around her feet.

Mel helped Jasmine lift each foot to free the slacks and the movement broke my concentration. I rose up to kiss Jasmine again, as I walked her back to sit on the bed. Jasmine looked at me as I again knelt before her and began to copy what I had done earlier to Mel, starting at her knees.

Meanwhile, Mel had stripped off her blouse and bra, and her magnificent tits wiggled with every move. She knelt behind me and was kissing my neck as she reached around to undo my belt and unbutton my pants.

I was just kissing the sweetly soft skin of Jasmine's thigh when Mel's hand dipped into my pants and grabbed my dick. I gasped in a breath at shock and pleasure, and leaned forward till my mouth was pressed against Jasmine's panty cover pussy. Jasmine gasped to mirror mine, and continued moaning and gasping as I started sucking on her pussy through the panties.

Mel released my throbbing dick and started unbuttoning my shirt. I was almost annoyed at the disturbances that broke my concentration on Jasmine's pussy, but it passed quickly. Mel had my pants down to my knees on the floor and resumed stoking my dick.

I reached up and pulled Jasmine's panties aside so I could get to her in the flesh! Her mound had a very pleasing plumpness to it that made it look swollen with excitement. Jasmine's pussy lips were dark, long, and fluffy looking, and I could see dampness at the center. I looked up and was excited by the sight of a full fat clit inside its hood. 

I kissed around her mound, teasing her by staying away from her pussy lips. Jasmine whimpered and I ran my tongue along the soft folds of her pussy lips and was soon rewarded with Jasmine's cries of pleasure. I sucked each of Jasmine's pussy lips into my mouth and tongued them in my mouth. When I could wait no longer, I slipped my tongue into her pussy and marveled at how sweet her pussy tasted.

Jasmine jumped and gasped when I slipped my tongue in, but I needed more access to Jasmine's pussy, and the panties were in the way, so I pulled back and started to stand up. Mel let go of my dick and helped pull my pants off my feet as I stood. I wiggled out of the shirt and tossed it aside. I then reached down to Jasmine's panties and pulled them down her thighs. 

Jasmine's pussy was trimmed neatly leaving a little patch of pubic hair in the shape of a heart, and I loved it!

Mel stood and I turned and took her in my arms and kissed her deeply. I crushed her big tits into my chest and kneaded her ass with my hands. She pulled away and said, "You supposed to be eating Jasmine's pussy."

I looked between Mel and Jasmine and said, "So much beauty and I only have two hands and one mouth."

Then I bent and picked Jasmine up under her arms to slide her back on the bed. I crawled onto the bed between Jasmine's legs and lifted them over my shoulders as I dropped onto my stomach. I wasted no time at her knees, and moved my mouth right to her pussy. 

I kissed her pussy lips and ran my tongue up and down the folds of her lips. Jasmine's hands moved to my cheeks and softly held my head as I kissed and sucked on her pussy lips. The more I kissed, the stronger Jasmine held my face. I was dry humping the comforter in my excitement as I ate Jasmine's succulent pussy.

Jasmine's pussy was oozing her sweet nectar and I pushed my tongue in to get as much as I could. As I slipped my tongue into her hot pussy, she groaned and cried out, "Damn, do me, suck me, oh damn."

I was very eager to comply and kissed, licked, sucked and tongue fucked her for a long time. Jasmine was rotating her hips in response and getting louder as I pleasured her. I broke for a second and kissed her clit hiding under its hood, testing to see how sensitive she is. I know I can dive right into Mel's clit, but I didn't know Jasmine's pussy well enough yet.

Jasmine moved her hands to the back of my head and pulled my face down tightly. I pressed the tip of my tongue under the hood and teased her clit. Jasmine used her hands to rub my face up and down into her pubic mound. I sucked on her clit letting my lips push the hood back, and gasped and pushed my head away. Too soon I realized, and retreated to tongue fuck her pussy. 

I reveled in the taste and amount of pussy juice Jasmine was feeding me, and loved every bit of it. Jasmine was hugging my head in tightly and her hips were alive with passion. More cries of pleasure, "Eat me, shit, so good, love your tongue, suck me!"

After a few more minutes of this, I let my fingers replace my tongue in her soaked pussy, and returned to tempt her clit again. As I finger fucked her, I gently rubbed her clit with my tongue on the outside of her hood. With her continued cries of pleasure, I started sucking on the hood, ever so gently drawing her clit out of its hiding place.

I let my tongue drag across the tip of her clip and at the same time pressed upward with my finger on her soft spongy G spot, just holding the pressure there. 

Jasmine screamed loudly, "I'm going to come, I'm going to come, damn, don't stop, I want to come!"

I wiggled my finger a little and increased the pressure of my tongue on her clit until Jasmine's dam burst. Jasmine's back was arching and her whole was bouncing off the bed as I relentlessly spurned her on.

Oh my god, yes, yes, oh God, ahhhh, ahhh, I can't, ahhh, Ooohhhh!" Jasmine screamed as she came into my mouth. I continued eating Jasmine as she came, harder and harder, till she placed her hands on my forehead and cried out, "Stop! Oh damn, no don't stop."

I eased up a bit but did not stop. I held steady pressure with my finger and just sucked gently on her clit without teasing it with my tongue. Jasmine's body was slowing to a jerking movement as I let her continue coming, but slowed to allow her to recover.

Mel sitting on the bad next to Jasmine and was watching us with rapt attention. I reach my free hand out to blindly find and caress her thigh and she pulled my hand to her dripping pussy. I slipped in two fingers, but could not really organize my brain into finger fucking Mel as I continued to suck and finger fuck Jasmine.

Mel rolled over, breaking my touch, and crawled over to Jasmine and started sucking on Jasmine's nipples. Jasmine was in full overload as she finished coming and her body was quivering on the bed.

Mel moved up to kiss Jasmine then whispered in her ear, "He loves to eat pussy, isn't it good?"

Jasmine just whimpered and moaned as her body began to relax. I could look up across those perfect tiny tits to see Mel, with her fabulous big tits hanging down, stick her tongue into Jasmine's mouth as they continued to kiss.

When Jasmine was breathing normally, I slid up alongside her, and Mel and I sandwiched her between us. We all just lay there caressing each other for a good ten minutes.

Mel broke the quiet saying, "I want to see you fuck her, that's what were here for, and so you can then fuck me."

I looked at Jasmine and she smiled and we kissed for a while. Then I climbed on top of her and lowered my body onto her little frame, worried that I might be too heavy. Jasmine wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down close.




Jasmine



She looked into my eyes and said, "I've waited for this a long time too, make love to me."

I moved my hips to bring my cock head up to Jasmine's pussy. Jasmine reach between us and took my cock in her hand to guide it home. I slipped half way into her pussy and stopped, letting her adjust. She was so tight and so hot!

Jasmine sighed a long sigh, "Ohhhh, waited too long, fuck me."

Her feet rose to wrap around my ass and she pulled me all the way in. It was so incredible, it was almost like my first fuck! I hadn't been with another woman in over 10 years, my wife was watching, and Jasmine was my dream girl! 

Once my cock was all the way in we just lay still for a moment savoring the feelings. I loved looking down into Jasmine's eyes, feeling her firm titties mashed into my chest, and the incredible union we shared with my dick in her pussy.

Mel started massaging my ass cheeks, bring me back to life, and I began to stroke in and out of Jasmine's tight wet pussy.

This was heaven, I was fucking Jasmine with my hot wife watching and assisting! I started fucking her slowly alternating between long dicking her and teasing her with just the head in her. Jasmine seemed to love everything I did, and was writhing under me as we fucked. 

Mel moved over and lay on my back pressing me down into Jasmine even harder, and she began kissing my neck and shoulders. My strokes were now very forceful and Jasmine seemed to be having trouble breathing.

Jasmine hoarsely cried out, "Too heavy, feels good, but too heavy!"

Mel slid off and with the weight lifted, I picked up the pace and started fucking Jasmine with renewed passion. We fucked like this for about 10 minutes and then as we really got going, I felt Mel drop back between our legs. Mel started kissing my ass, and seconds later she spread my cheeks, and I felt her tongue at my asshole! This caused me to thrust harder into Jasmines clutching pussy. 

Jasmine was now calling out, "Fuck yes, fuck me, damn, fuck me good, I want you, fuck me."

Between Jasmine's cries and Mel's tongue, I was a madman. I began power fucking Jasmine's poor little body with abandon. Jasmine seemed to get off on this and we increased our intensity.

I was growling in passion and building quickly to my orgasm. I growled, "I'm going to come, I'm going to come!"

Jasmine squeezed me more tightly with her arms and legs and said, "Yes, Yes. Give it to me!"

Glad she hadn't asked me to pull out, I pounded into her trying to climb to the peak. I was also grinding my pelvis into hers hoping to rub on her clit and get her to come with me.

Jasmine repeated, "Come, give it to me, come on, come!"

And Mel was licking and fucking my ass with her tongue, I could wait no longer.

I roared so loudly I even startled myself, "Arrgggg, God damn, aarrrgggg, damn!" and I released my flood into Jasmine's pussy.

I was hoping my grinding would get Jasmine off, but it was too little, too late. But my come blasting into her did the trick. Jasmine suddenly stiffened and I felt her fingernails dig into my back. She was in spasms under me and bucking upward as I pumped down into her. I was now in the final throes of coming and my hips were jerking forcefully into her pussy at an erratic pace as each thrust became an individual pump of hot seed.

Jasmine joined my bellows of passion, "Oh damn yes, keep going, give it to me, I am coming, ooohhhh!"

Mel finally quit licking my ass, and I could give all my attention to Jasmine. I asked her to open her eyes and we looked at each other deeply as we finished or orgasms. We stayed locked together even after our thrusting stopped as we languished in the afterglow or great orgasms.

Jasmine looked over at Mel, then back to me, and said, "We should had done this a long time ago."

Later I rolled off Jasmine and went to get a warm wash cloth to clean her drenched pussy. While I tenderly wiped Jasmine's pussy, Mel moved right in to start kissing Jasmine and sucking on her tits. Jasmine pushed her away and said, "I've always wanted to suck on your big tits, lay back."

Jasmine let me finish wiping her and kissed me sensuously, before rolling on top of Mel. I was thinking how lucky I was to have this experience as I watched them kissing and sucking on each other's tits. I used to see it in videos, and thought, yeah one in a million chance of ever seeing that!

While Jasmine sucked on Mel's nipples, Mel was moaning and muttering, "hmm Jasmine, yes, let him rest, show him how this is done, then I'm going to fuck him,"

It wasn't long before I was hard again watching these two. I began to caress both of them as they necked, and soon Mel pushed me away and turned to push me onto my back.

Mel climbed onto my face and ordered, "Eat me, eat me, and then I'm going to fuck you!"

I stuffed my tongue up into Mel's pussy and began to suck. She was dripping wet, I guess from watching Jasmine and I and also from necking with Jasmine. I loved the differences between these two foxes. Mel's pussy lips were shorted and firmer than Jasmine's. She was shaved totally and had a flatter, pinker mound. 

It wasn't long before Mel was moaning and rocking on my mouth. Suddenly she stopped and slid off my face, down my chest and in one smooth motion grabbed my cock and stuffed it into her wet pussy.

It took me by surprise, and I grunted at the wonderful sensation of being engulfed again. Mel also was grunting and immediately started riding my dick sitting upright with her hands on my chest. After I got my head into the fuck, I looked over at Jasmine and admired her lovely body laying so close. She saw me looking at her and crawled over and started kissing me. 

Mel was fucking up and down on my cock and Jasmine was kissing me, I thought I could come instantly! Then Jasmine slid up a bit further and offered me her tits. I could not believe I was getting all of this! I sucked on those fine titties and hard nipples as the sensations of Mel's pussy enraged my passions and lust.

A thought came to me, and I reluctantly pulled off of Jasmine's nipple and asked her, "Sit on my Face and kiss Mel, play with each other's tits."

Jasmine didn't hesitate, she rose and dropped that sweet pussy onto my face and I could hear her and Mel kissing.

This was my ultimate fantasy! I had loved watching Mel get fucked by other guys, loved helping fuck her with the two brothers, and then finally got to eat and fuck Jasmine! But to have one woman ride my dick while the other rides my face was a dream come true! Two foxes feeding my every desire!

Mel was sliding her hips forward and backward, dragging her clit across my pubic hair, as Jasmine did the same on my mouth. I was trying to get my tongue into Jasmine's pussy, but she was moving it so much it was almost impossible. I reached up to fondle Jasmine's tits, and found Mel's hand already there. They were kissing and playing with each other's tits.

I was so turned on, I was glad I had a fantastic orgasm in Jasmine's tight pussy only 30 or 40 minutes ago, otherwise this would have been over already! And I wanted this to last.

Mel and Jasmine would occasionally stop kissing and give up some moans and groans as they rode me.

Mel started moving faster and I was amazed that she might be ready to come so soon. Later she told me she was also in sensual overload, between watching Jasmine and I, riding my cock, and the thrill of kissing and sucking tits with Jasmine.

I was totally out of control as far as eating Jasmine's pussy goes. She was lost in trashing my face with her pussy, and at this angle I could offer nothing of my tongue or lips, I just let her ride my mouth. 

Mel came hard screaming with her orgasm, "Ohhhh, Arrgggg, ohhhh, yes, yes, let me, oh God!" and I could feel her pussy clutching my dick.

This was all I could handle, I could not hold back and came into Mel's spasming pussy. I couldn't say much or make any noise, with Jasmine's pussy on my mouth, I almost couldn't breathe! And I loved it!

Jasmine didn't come again, but kept trying as she rubbed on my mouth.

Mel finished coming and rolled off of me. I pushed Jasmine off my face and told her to lay down, and buried my face in her pussy to give her what she needed. As I ate Jasmine, Mel crawled over, rose above Jasmine, and again started kissing Jasmine's lips and nipples. We soon had Jasmine squirming on the bed and continued until she loudly came.

"Oh, damn, you two, never stop, so, goooooood, ooohhhh, I love you guys!" Jasmine cried out as she came into my moth again. 

So sweet, I loved her pussy!

We settled into a nice sleep after that with me in the middle and a beautiful lady on either side of me.

Although I would have liked to have awoke and fucked a few times that night, I guess we were too worn out. In the morning as we woke up we were all reaching for each other and after a few minutes we rose one at a time to wash up, and as we lay together, I told Jasmine how much I had always wanted her and how happy I was that we had gotten together. 

Before we got up, we fucked and sucked each other again. At one point I was able to watch them eat each other in a 69. I was hard as a rock and fucked Jasmine right after that, before I ate Mel to another orgasm. 

Unfortunately Jasmine was the only woman we brought to our bed, I don't think Mel trusted other woman, but in retrospect, that is OK, Jasmine was a dream come true.



Jasmine



Every once in a while it pays to be a nice guy. Not often, but sometimes.

 My sister asked me if I could do her a favor. A friend of hers was moving into her first apartment and she needed some help moving. Would I mind helping? Please? Well, for my little sister I’d do it. I just hoped her friend was cute.

 Moving day arrived and I received my first surprise of the day. I was the moving crew. Me, my sister and her friend, Jasmine, who was all of five feet tall and weighed 100 pounds soaking wet. At least she was cute. Long black hair, naturally curly. A slim waist and pretty good sized tits for a little girl. A very pretty girl. But not much help in the moving department.

 We spent most of the morning loading boxes into the truck Jasmine had rented. Fortunately she didn’t have that much to move. Outside of some china most of the stuff was pretty light. That is, until we got to the ‘piece de resistance’. The ‘fridge. We tried to move the refrigerator with me taking the heavy end and the girls taking the other end but it didn’t work. They just couldn’t carry it. I told them to relax and I’d take care of it.

 I guess I should tell you something about myself before I continue. I am a fairly average looking guy, nothing special. At 5'8" I’m not tall. I am, however, pretty big. Not bodybuilder big but I have had people ask me if I’m a power lifter. I have a big chest, big shoulders, big arms the whole deal. And fortunately, in this case, I’m as strong as I look.

 My sister in Jasmine looked puzzled when I started wrapping the refrigerator with nylon straps. My sister caught on first and told her friend to sit back and watch the show. I rigged the fridge, slipped my arms under the straps and picked it up on my back. When I started walking it out to the truck I saw Jasmine staring with her mouth open like she was watching Superman save the day.

 On the other end we reversed the process and, again, I saved the refrigerator for last. It was a little harder this time as Jasmine’s new digs were on the third floor. Luckily the house had wide stairwells. The girls helped guide me up the stairs and in a few minutes we were in.

After I put down the fridge my sister gave a little victory whoop and declared “That deserves a beer!” With that she took off to get some, leaving me and Jasmine alone. So there I was, all sweaty and unshaven with Jasmine in her sweat pants and belly shirt. She walked up to me and thanked me for helping her move. Her hand was caressing my shoulder. I put my arm around her waist and pulled her closer. We paused a moment, our lips mere inches apart. When I kissed her she melted into my arms.

 Our passions ignited immediately. Jasmine’s tongue wrestled with mine as our hands wandered all over each other’s body. Soon I had her belly shirt pushed up over her luscious boobs and I was sucking her nipples to diamond hard peaks. She gasped and sighed and pushed her breasts hard into my face. Finally she pulled away from me, breathing hard, with a hungry look in her eyes.

 Jasmine practically lunged at my crotch, sliding down my jeans and shorts in one smooth move. Then she got another surprise. Just like the rest of me my dick isn’t long but, damn, it is thick. Jasmine’s tiny hand didn’t even come close to encircling my erect penis. She stared at it as she stroked it as if she were hypnotized. Her little pink tongue licked her lips as she considered my cock. Then she knelt and put her lips around the head.

 Well, at least she tried. Unable to get much of me into her mouth she ran her lips and tongue across and around my shaft in a particularly creative manner. When she began sucking my sweaty balls I couldn’t take any more. I pushed her head from my crotch and lifted her up. She eagerly helped as I deprived her of her sweat pants. I lifted her up and lined my hardness up with the entrance to her cunt.

 Jasmine’s eyes bulged wide as I began to penetrate her wet pussy. Deeper I pushed into her and she made little squeaking noises as I stretched her tiny twat. Finally I made it all the way into her. She wrapped her arms and legs around me and bit my ear lobe I thrust into her and she gasped. Jasmine ran her tongue around my ear, driving me wild. I pushed her against the wall and began fucking her hard, deep. Her tiny ass wiggled in my hands as she tried to squeeze every drop of pleasure out of my invading dick. She came at least twice, crying out loudly as I filled her tight cunt.

I spun her around and bent her over a pile of boxes and entered her from behind. I grabbed a tit in each hand and hammered her pussy in a frenzy. I had a cum building up and it was a big one. Jasmine orgasmed helplessly as my balls slapped repeatedly against her smooth, round ass. Her voice was hoarse from moaning. Jasmine let out a howl as her biggest orgasm yet ripped through her and I let loose a torrent of sperm deep in her pulsing cunt.

 Finally rational thought returned. I kissed Jasmine tenderly and hugged her close. Then I noticed a six pack and a pizza sitting on the coffee table.

 “Oh, that.” giggled Jasmine. “Your sister came in while you were fucking me against the wall. She dropped that off, gave me a ‘thumbs up’ and left.”

 Ya know, my sister’s all right.



Jasmine



I had just turn 40 and whether a manifestation of a mid-life crisis, or just plain horniness, or just the fact that my wife of 17 years was always a bit hard to get into the "mood", I found myself in the middle of a cyber affair. Jasmine (Jazz for short), a thirty something woman I had come across while cruising through the Yahoo profiles, looking for women with "interesting" ids, had been exchanging emails for several months. Her Yahoo id was "hotandclassy" - one that caught my attention more for its subtleness verses others that were a bit more explicit in terms of their sexual desires. She wasn't married, but did have a rather steady boyfriend, although she said was making any commitments as of yet. Over the months of email exchanges we had queried and divulged about everything there was to discover about each other likes and dislikes, sexually and otherwise, as well a fantasies we both thought about. We even managed to get up the courage (maybe I needed more courage than her) to meet a couple times - simply for the sake of meeting - up until now, the only things sexual that occured between us was via email, webcam/chat, or telephone. 

Well, we discovered we both had a weekend in common coming up - common in the sense that her boyfriend and my wife and kids where going to be out of town, leaving both of us alone! Initially we thought this would make for some great webcamming, but the email I received from Jazz on Friday morning when I got to work had a different idea it. She simply said "Wanna do your fantasy instead?" Now my fantasy didn't involved the two us in a wild lustful romp, but rather was a bit more sensual, and actually did not involve any sexual context between us. What I was wishing for was a private lingerie show, something to just sit back, get very comfortable and watch and let happen what would happen, as long as there was no sex between us. After a few more email exchanges that day at work we decided to book a hotel room at a neutral location for Saturday night. 

I got to the hotel and checked in, paying in cash felt funny - especially after I saw the grin on the twenty something girl working behind the desk. Getting through that I went and found the room. Jazz was to get there in about an hour, but I needed to call and tell her the room number so she could just sneek in. The room was on the second floor, and at the end of the hall, by the stairs that lead down to the pool area. It had one king sized bed, two plush arm chairs, a table with chairs, and the usally hotel type TV atop a dresser. The bathroom was pretty standard - tub/shower, sink and stool, but rather roomy. The window overlooked the highway out back of the hotel - not too exciting of a view. Having a little time to kill I went down to the pool area - nice large hot tub, good sized pool for hotels these days, and a sauna - very hot in there. After that I went back to the car and got my bag and headed back to the room. I was a bit nervous, very nervous actually so I decided to just rest a bit, laying down on the bed. 

Next thing I heard was a light tap on the room door that woke me up - guess I had dozed off. I went over and peek through the little hole in the door. It was Jazz alright - she looked really good through that little hole even though those lenses tend to distort things a bit. She had a white t-shirt, jean shorts and rest I couldn't see, other than the strap of the athletic bag she had slung over her shoulder ( I was wondering what kind of things she had in there). I opened the door while trying not to have a devilish smirk of a smile on my face. We just kind of stared at each other for a couple seconds before I managed to mutter something that sounded to me like "Hi, come on in". She walk in and past me, the scent of her purfume was almost immediately intoxicating (my wife never wears purfume so most any I encounter catches my attention in more ways than one). She dropped her bag on the floor along side the dresser with the TV, kind of trying to almost hide it for now. She turned around and smiled. 

"How are you?" she asked with a bit of frog in her throat. 

"Good" I replied, at a bit of lose for words at the moment. 

"Nervous?" she asked. 

Yeah, a bit" I confessed, "You?" 

"A bit here too I guess. " She replied as she looked around the room, her eyes stopping on the bed, "Big bed huh?" 

"Yeah... big..." I replied, looking at the bed too. We both looked at each other again and started laughing, the ice was beginning to break up and melt away. 

"Hey," I said, "did you bring your swimsuit - because the hot tub looks really nice." 

"Yes, I did - and you know, that sounds like a really good idea... should we?" 

"Yeah - lets do that..." I said. "I let you change in the bathroom okay?" 

"Okay, but no peeking" she said with a grin, "it'll ruin the fun for later you know..." 

"I know... I'll behave... for now!" I replied. 

She picked up her bag and disappeared into the bathroom. I dug in my bag for my suit and quickly changed into it. A couple minutes She came out with her suit on, a modest bikini with a pool wrap that she was just tying shut . But still, what a nice body.... 

"This is a family hotel you know, there might be kids around" she said. 

"I know, I know..." I replied... "you planned well." 

We both laughed again and headed out the door. Things were loosening up as we exchanged some small talk on the way down the pool area. There were two kids splashing in the big pool with their mother reading a book sitting at a table - none of them really noticed us enter the area. The hot tub was empty. Jazz walked over to the steps and tested the water temperature with her toes as I went over to the timer and turned on the jets. 

"How does it feel" I asked as I came over stuck my foot in too. 

"Very hot" she said - looking at me seriously as she said the word hot. 

Keeping her eyes on me she untied her robe and slowly slid it off her shoulders. I could feel things rising in my swimsuit almost instantly. 

"Remember..." I said, glancing over towards the oblivious woman and kids... 

"I know... " she answered, walking over to a nearby table and taking her robe off in a more normal manner. I sat down on the edge of tube and hung my feet in the now bubbling hot water. Jazz start a slow decent down the steps... my eyes were fixed at the point at which her body entered the water, watching as every inch of it passed by and slow submerged below the surface. She stepped onto the bottom of the tub and walked its length, turned around and slowly sat down across from me, sinking the top have her body into the water, again as I watch. I looked up and she caught my stare. 

"Coming in?" she asked. 

Yes... but... there is a problem..." I said 

"Oh, I bet I know what it is..." she said. 

"Yeah - you know what it..." I laughed. 

I sat up a bit and looked over the woman, she was still caught up in her book, her kids dunking each other in the pool. I stood up a bit to step down in the tub. The growth in my suit was somewhat obvious - at least enough to make her laugh. 

"You okay" she asked? 

"Yes..." I said with a smile as I lowerd myself slowly into the water. As I sat down on the seat I closed my eyes and let the warmth of the water relax my skin. Our feet touch each other beneat the surface. 

"Does that count in the contact clause" you asked? 

"Hmm... lets say no, it doesn't count" I said, smiling at you and rubbing the top of my foot against the back of your thigh. 

We chatted about all sorts of things, I tried to find out what sorts of lingerie she had brought along, then the timer went off, and we both decided were hot enough, in more ways that one. I suggested we should get something to eat first and save the good stuff for later but she thought other things out weighed the need for food. Not being one to start an argument I decided to agree with her. The pool area was empty now - we hadn't noticed the others leave. Jazz got out of the tub first, slowly of course - teasing me again and more obviously now, even though I reminder the front desk was probably watching on the security camera up in the corner. She was putting her robe on as I started to get out and she stopped to watch. Although I was not as hard as before, the fact that my suit clung to me as I got out, made my condition more obvious. I caught Jazz staring and she smiled. As I wrapped a towel around my wet suit and tried to dry off my legs a bit and swimsuit bottom landed at my feet, I looked over at Jazz and she was grinning and working her top off under her robe, which then also landed on the pool deck at my feet. She was very ready for this, having that devilish grin on her face that I'd seen on webcam before. There she was naked beneath the robe in the pool area - this was going hot. 

"Your turn" she said. 

"What?" I asked. 

"Take it off" she whipered, " you don't want to drip in the hallway do you?" 

"Hmm... okay..." I said. 

We both new each other other some severe exhibitionist tendancies - and she was capitalizing on the situation. The towel was small, and barely made it around my waist - maybe a couple inches of overlap, but enough to get it to stay. I grabbed the bottom of my suit an started to pull it down, looking around to make sure no one, other than Jazz, was watching. It was still empty and a good thing too since I almost lost the towel. After a few attempts I managed to slip the suit down and stepped out of it. I was rock hard now and it made a bit of a tent out of the towel in front of me. Jazz was laughing at the whole ordeal. 

We picked up our suits headed back to the room, luckly we didn't run into anyone in the hall, or maybe it was unlucky that we didn't. We got back into the room and burst out laughing... 

"So..." she said. 

"So?" I replied. 

"You want me to do the show or? " she asked. "I don't know if I can wait..." 

"I don't think I can wait or take it either". I said , my cock throbbing beneath the towel. 

"Hmm... what do you want to do? Take turns in the bathroom? or... watch each other?" she asked as she slipped a hand under her robe and massaged her breast, staring at my "tent". 

"Umm... watch?" I asked. 

"Yeah..." she said 

"Where? " I asked 

"Hmm.... I don't..." she replied. 

I dropped the towel from my wait and it fell to the floor. Jazz stared at my cock - sticking out, it felt great to not have it constrained beneath anything, just out there in the open air, and hard. It wasn't like she hadn't seen it before, just not in person, only on the webcam. 

"Your turn..." I said. 

She untied her robe, and slowly, and like before at the hot tub, slowly opened it up and slipped it off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. Her body look hot, some tan lines outlined her 34c breasts and it was obvious from other tan lines that the swimsuit bottoms she had downstairs where not the usually bottoms she wore either. She looked at me while one of her hands caressed her breasts, the other slipped down her belly and between her legs as she shifted her stance a bit to give her fingers more room. I hadn't noticed but my hand moved down and was massaging my cock and balls, no wonder she was staring at me. There we were, both naked, extremely aroused, wanting to toss each other on the big king sized and give into the lusting passion, but we had agreed... no sex... 

I broke the silence and suggested we should get a bit more comfortable, maybe pull the the two chairs in front of each other and have a seat. She thought that sounded good and we placed the chairs a couple feet apart, facing each other. I sat down first and she followed. We were sitting up, our legs together and our left knees touching. I sat back in the chair and lifted my left leg over her legs and placed it so it rested on the right arm of her chair, and then placed my right leg on the left arm of her chair. She followed again, sitting back and putting her legs in the same spots on my chair - this exposed her pussy, or kitty as she liked to call it, to my view. She was very aroused - she looked like the pictures you see on some the adult internet sites. She was mostly bare, except for a neatly trimmed triangle atop her kitty. Her clit poked out from beneath its little hood and her lips were swollen, pink and very moist looking. Damn... she looked hot! She slipped a hand down to her clit hand gave it a bit of a rub, then she slide a finger inside, back out and back up around her clit. Again I had been watching so intently I didn't notice that my hand was stroking my cock. I reached over the edge of the chair and grabbed my bag and took out a bottle of lube and squirted some on to my hand and then returned it to stroking my raging hard cock. She worked her kitty - spreading her lips and showing me the deep pinkness of her hot wet kitty. We continued for awhile - looking at each other, watching each other, not saying much of anything, just moaning as the waves of pleasure flowed through our bodies. Her hips started to move in rhythm to her stroking and she said she was getting close - I was right behind her. Jazz reached underneath her leg with one hand and slipped a finger (maybe it was two) in out of her kitty while the other hand rubbed her clit from the top side. Suddenly her back arched up and she moaned loudly as her hips shook in orgasm. Slowly she settled back down in the chair, her hand still on her clit, her eyes staring at my cock. I knew what she wanted to see. I gave my cock some good long strokes, the full length of the shaft - that was all it took. My stomach muscles and legs tensed as I started to cum, with slow, timed strokes. I moaned almost as loudly as Jazz as the first wave of cum erupted from my cock and landed on my chest. I sat up a bit and moaned again as the second spurt landed next to the first. Jazz was moaning at the sight of my orgasm and her body began to shudder again in another orgasm. I continued to cum, down to more of an oozing now, eventually my cock became to sensitive to touch and I let it lay on my wet stomach, twitching every now and then in aftershocks. We both sat there breathing heavily the scent of sex that filled the room. 

We sat there for I don't how long, a minute, two, three, five... Jazz managed to move one of her legs so her foot was able to just touch my balls, which she proceeded to tickle with her toes. 

"You're a bit messy you know." she said. 

I looked down at my chest, "Yeah, a little bit I guess." I replied. 

"Hmm.... maybe next time the mess could be on my chest?" she asked. 

I giggled as I replied, "I think we might be able to arrange that." 

I reached down on the floor and pick up my towel and started to wipe up the cum that was on my chest and stomach. Jazz giggled and pick up her towel and started to dry herself off a bit too. I stood up and reached in my bag and took out a pair of black silk boxer shorts to put on. Jazz put on a black thong. 

"Hey, we match" I said. 

"Yeah, cool" she replied, as she pulled a black tank top over her head, "Sorry about the lingerie show" 

"Well, there is always later you know... I'd still like to see it." I said. 

"Okay, we can still do it. But right now, you know that other thing your suggested, about food?" she asked. 

"Hmm... what do you feel like? Pizza? We could order one in, there is a coupon on the dresser. " I asked. 

"Sounds like a good idea, what do you want on it?" she replied. 

Well we hashed out a map of pizza topping and I called in the order. The pizza place was just next door and the girl on the phone said it would about 20 minutes. Jazz and I talked some more while we waited, having satisfied one hunger, the other building. We caught each others staires often, so we knew that other things were not too far below the surface. Jazz was still looking hot, I think it was that tank top, short tank top I might add., it didn't quite come down to her waist, so I could see all of her thong, or what little there was of it, things were starting to stir again in my boxers. Then I got an idea. 

"Hey, you know your little exhibitionist side" I ask. 

"Yeah, what about it." she replied. 

"Well, I dare you, that when the pizza comes, look through the hole in the door - if its a guy, and if you think he's cute, you answer the door and pay for the pizza." I started. 

"No way" she said (but she was smiling). 

"Come on... do it. And just wear your thong, no top either, give him a good show." 

"No way, but I might do it with the top on." she said, warming to the idea. 

"It would be more exciting to him though, if he could see your tits" I said. 

"No, its too intentional, if I could make it appear accidental though..." she said. 

"So, whats wrong intentional, I bet it would make it night, give him something to talk about when got back to the pizzaria" I said. 

"Hmm.... I don't know" she said. 

"Take you top off and lets practice." I suggested. 

She was feeling playful, and took off her top. She had nice tits, with nice nipples to top them off. She got and walked toward the door. There was light knock on the door, she froze in her tracks and I smiled a big smile at her. 

"Do it!" I said, "Just do it." 

She took a peek through the hole in the door - it was a guy and he must have appeared cute as she started to open the door. The poor guy almost dropped the pizza. I got off the bed and took the money for the pizza over to her, she in turn gave offered the money to the guy who was staring at her tits, and probably the rest of her. He reached out and slowly took the money - he tried to mumble a thank you. 

"Keep the change" Jazz said as she took the pizza from him. "and have a good evening" she added. 

She slowly closed the door as she turned to walk back into the room. Once the door latched she started giggling like crazy, almost dropping the pizza herself. 

"Oh my, that was.... so.... fun!" she finally managed to say. 

"I told you - I knew it would appeal to the exhibitionist in you" I said. 

TO BE CONTINUED... 



Jasmine



"Hello, is that Jasmine?"

"Yes. Hi."

"I read your advertisement in the paper. Are you available tonight?"

"Uh, just a minute. Yeah."

The voice sounded young, slightly nasal and decidedly uncultured. It reminded me of Sandy, my first real girlfriend. Promising.

"The ad says you are size 6. That's small."

"Yes."

"How tall are you?"

"Five foot three."

Sandy was five foot two, my favourite height. Pretty close. I am fairly modest in height and build myself so I prefer girls who are short and, and I love tiny titties.

"Are you slim?"

"Yes, I weigh 48 kg."

That didn't mean a lot to me but it sounded pretty slight.

"How about your breasts? What size are they?"

The voice hesitated. "Aaah....I dunno. A handfull.."

Sounded better and better. My cock was beginning to stir in my pants.

"Well, I'd really like to see you tonight. Can you come over?"

"Oh, that's good. Does my confidence good. OK, where do you live?"

I gave her my address and some instructions and Jasmine told me she'd be at my place in about 45 minutes.

I waited and got ready. I'd already showered but there were nails to trim and hair to comb, incense to burn and the room to tidy.

The apartment was mine tonight. I'd just dropped my son off at the airport. He was going East for the weekend with his work and wouldn't be back until Sunday. On the way home, I'd swallowed a tab of Viagra. Just in case. It never used to be a problem but now it was, on some occasions. I wasn't quite sure just what set of circumstances conspired to make it hard to keep an erection, but I wasn't going to take any chances. 

Before we left for the airport, I had scanned the personal columns in the local weekend newspaper, as I normally do when I wanted a girl to come over. I had selected about a half dozen hopefuls - all size 6, and all quite alluring, but I'd learned to be sceptical. Jasmine's ad read raunchy 19 y.o., red-head, size 6, SEX MACHINE.

Most of the size 6 girls advertised themselves as Japanese but there was a sweet sounding Burmese girl, 19 y.o. who I'd almost rung on a previous occasion. Tonight, she was not answering her phone. Same with most of the others, or they wanted me to leave a message because they couldn't answer the phone just now. I'd called Jasmine once and was asked to leave a message but didn't. I started redialling the numbers and left a message with one of the Japanese girls. Then I tried Jasmine again and this time she answered.

Usually, when I selected a girl from the paper, it was one of the escort agencies. This was a risky practise. What turned up on the doorstep varied a lot in quality. Despite the sales pitch: 18 or 19 year old; slim, loves mutual French and so on, I usually opened the door to a girl in her mid twenties or early thirties. Some were quite attractive, nevertheless. Some displayed a reasonable degree of enthusiasm and were prepared to have a good time. Most baulked at fingering and cunnilingus and, if they kissed, it was a brief flick of the tongue and then they would pull away. That's OK. Some were genuinely pretty and, despite the restrictions, delivered a good time. Some girls were really sweet. Others were more solidly built and/or gave no sign of enjoying themselves at all. They were really disappointing.

On one occasion, I was confronted by a gorgeous, slim blonde who gave every indication of wanting some fun but she wouldn't let me lick her pussy. Whether that was to blame or not, I don't know, but my old fella' just wouldn't respond at all. She lay there on her back completely naked, legs apart fingering her cunt and doing her best to get me prepared to fuck her but my dick just lay limp. I didn't want to risk that experience again. Hence the Viagra.

Lately, the girls that had turned up had been pretty average to downright disappointing. It had gotten to the point where I was wondering if it was worth going through this routine and had visited a couple of brothels where, even though not as comfortable as entertaining at home, at least you could select a girl that held some appeal.

But Jasmine sounded promising. Hers was a private number, not an agency. That didn't guarantee anything but I thought the odds were better than they would be with the agencies.

I was used to waiting more than the designated 45 minutes for the girl to turn up and was not particularly perturbed when an hour later, there had still been no knock on the door. By 11.30 pm though, two hours later, I was beginning to wonder what had happened to Jasmine.

I rang her number again - a mobile. She answered and apologised. She sounded flustered. Her car had broken down and she was going to get a friend to drop her off close by and she'd walk the rest of the way to my place. The girl was beginning to sound a little "un-together".

Half an hour later, midnight, I called her number again.

"Sorry, sorry. I'm in your street now. I won't be long."

The sound of her voice and her promised proximity got me excited again.

Five minutes later, the phone rang. It was Jasmine.

"Uh, gee. I'm really sorry. I'm in your street but I can't find your number. Let's see...23...."

"Jasmine, wait there. I'll come and get you if you like."

"Oh yes, please." Her voice sounded tired, resigned, apologetic, like she had somehow failed and had given up on trying to appear organised and professional.

I walked out to the street and looked to the right and then to the left. I saw a slim, dark figure in silhouette about four houses away and walking in the wrong direction. I cupped my hands around my mouth and let out a quick "Jasmine." The figure stopped, turned around and started walking back towards me.

As we walked back to my apartment she told me of the troubles she had endured between her place and mine. It was too dark to see any details but her height and figure were appropriate and her demeanour was warm enough.

We got inside and into the light. Jasmine was just about perfect. Skinny as a stick of macaroni and breasts that barely registered through a black, long-sleeved jacket that reached to her hips. She had shoulder-length, somewhat frizzy hair and a slightly freckly face, a nice smile and a smattering of pimples on her face. Her face was rather plain. She looked as if she had had a pretty rough life. She wasn't a beauty contest winner but she had a great body and she seemed comfortable with herself and with what she was about to embark upon.

I offered her a drink and we went into the kitchen where she took a seat at the end of the table, taking off a scarf and hanging it across the back of the chair. I handed her a drink and some cash.

"There's a bit extra there, sweetie. Maybe you will stay a little longer (than the hour agreed on the phone) and indulge me a little."

"Sure, OK." She placed the notes in her purse. I sat at the side of the table, facing her across the corner. She took a sip for the glass and put her feet onto my chair, next to my leg. I had a good view up her short, black dress and saw what I thought were a pair of pink panties. On a second look, I could see that she wasn't wearing any panties at all.

She smiled and parted her legs for a better view.

"I'm not wearing anything underneath," she said needlessly. Then, a litlte self-consciously, "I've got really thick lips."

She was right. Her cunt lips were the fattest I've ever seen. It made her pussy look a little odd but not unattractive.

"Do you like me?" she asked lifting her dress up to expose her tummy and a strip of red hair over her pubic mound.

I smiled and said "Of course." I ran my hand up a leg and stroked it a little. Her legs were decorated with red splotches - mosquito bites or fleas or I don't know what. I wondered what sort of place she lived in.

"Would you mind putting on a pair of panties for me?" I asked. " I really like panties and I've got a cute pair upstairs."

She agreed. A few moments later, I returned with a pair of panties I had bought at Target several months ago for just such an occasion. They were little, white knickers. On the front was a black and red graphic of a young girl with a halo labelled ANGEL and a shadow with horns and forked tail labelled DEVIL.

Jasmines eyes lit up. "They're beautiful," she said as she took them from me and slipped into them. Pulling them up tight, she lifted her dress again to show me how they looked. They looked fabulously snug on her.

I placed my hands on her narrow hips and turned her around holding her arse close against me. I reached around and took a breast in each hand. They were insubstantial. I could feel her ribs through the soft flesh of her breasts. She reached around and felt for my growing cock. My hands wandered down to her crotch and stroked the front of her panties, reaching between her legs to find the softness of her hole.

She turned around and took off her jacket, throwing it onto the kitchen table. Her dress was satiny black, slung low at the back and with a single shoulder strap. The other shoulder was bare and the dress swept across the opposing breast.

I placed my hands on her hips again and pulled her close. Now was the time to try a kiss and see how much she would allow. To my surprise and delight, she responded warmly, taking my tongue in her mouth and pushing back into my mouth with hers. I held the kiss but she made no attempt to withdraw, instead rubbing my hardening cock through black denim.

When I did drop the kiss, she lowered her dress in an inviting gesture, revealing a little breast with a small but hard pale pink nipple. I lowered my head onto it and licked the nipple briefly before sucking the entire breast into my mouth. Jasmine moaned softly. A minute later, she exposed the second breast and indicated that I should do the same with it, which I did.

"Let's go upstairs," I said.

I led her up the stairs to my fucking room where, in the corner, there is a queen size bed decked out with a maroon bedspread and long, matching cushions that run the length and breadth of the bed and sit against the walls.

"Don't be in too much of a hurry to get undressed," I said hopefully. "I just want to sit and watch TV for a bit and kind of get comfortable with you first."

"Just sort of work our way into it? Sounds good to me," she responded.

I climbed on to the bed and sat against the cushion facing the TV which was showing some rock clips. Jasmine climbed on and placed herself between my legs and leaned back against me. I put my arms around her waist and leaned forward breathing softly against her neck and nibbling at her ear lobe. I felt her breathing getting heavier and sensed that she was really enjoying this. My hands groped at her amazing breasts again, then wandered south to her crotch. Her legs parted and I rubbed the front of her panties again, exploring further towards where her crack was covered by the little black and red girl's feet.

I opened the front of her panties and looked down over her shoulder at the little strip of red hair and the naked flesh of her mound. I tried to slip a finger into her slit working my digit between the humid folds of flesh. Those lips were a formidable barrier however and, although I was making progress, I could not find the slick wetness I was seeking. Jasmine tried to help, licking a finger and placing it between her legs but I could still not penetrate those lips.

Jasmine cracked first. She got up on her knees and turned towards me. I was wearing a sleeveless T-shirt featuring The Clash, which she lifted over my head and threw onto the floor. We kissed again and I grabbed her skinny little arse with both hands. She reached for the button of my jeans and popped it open. By now, we had well and truly gotten used to each other. I made to get up and stepped onto the floor to drop my jeans and get them off my legs. Jasmine followed me to the edge of the bed and lifted my red briefs over my stiff cock. She sat on the edge of the bed with knees bent and her feet on the bed beside her and took my cock in her hand. Jasmine was a girl of many firsts and there were more to come but when she started to lick my bare naked cock, I began to wonder if she was going to insist on a condom when we fucked and that, if she didn't, would I want to take the chance with her. As she engulfed my penis in her mouth and began to suck me off I looked down at the hem of the black dress which had ridden up over her skinny hips. Her legs were wide apart and there was a blaze of white where the panties I had given her clung to her genitalia. Her mouth was all sweetness and soft caress, pure delight as it slid back and forth over the full length of my erection.

I wanted to swap places with her and take the edge of the bed so she could kneel between my legs and continue the blow job from a kneeling position like they do in the porn movies. Taking her by the shoulders, I drew off the bed and onto her feet, held her close and kissed her deeply while my hands fondled her bum. I sat back on the edge of the bed with my erection reaching for the stars like a big pink rocket. Jasmine dropped to her knees and licked my knob a few times. The she dropped a little further and took a ball into her soft, hot mouth. Exquisite. First one, then the other. And then back to my dick, sinking the shaft deep into the back of her mouth.

When I felt the little sensations that told me the juices were gathering for a quick exit, I stopped her and manoeuvred her onto her back where I had been sitting. I dropped to my knees and placed my face against the crotch of her panties, nuzzling the soft flesh beneath with my nose. Despite the briefness of the undergarment, the material was too thick to really get to terms with what lay beneath. I was hoping to smell her cunt but there was not much of a smell. I decided I'd better do what I could to generate some smell. I licked at her crotch and sucked through the panties where I thought her clit would be, sucking her cotton-covered flesh into my mouth. Jasmine groaned and panted softly, uttering little gasps of pleasure. She began to move her groin against my mouth.

Seeing how much she was enjoying my mouth, I felt it was time to get those knickers off and lay tongue against bare flesh. I stood up and pulled her to her feet again, then sat down on the edge of the bed. I worked the panties down to the top of her crack and spun her around. I got the panties half way down her arse and she started to do a little dance, shifting her weight from one foot to the other and wiggling her hips. I dropped the panties to the floor and she stepped out of them. Now completely naked and revealed in all its glory, I noticed what a terriffic body she really had. The elegant curve of the small of her back and the rounded smoothness but economic compactness of her arse. It was the best arse I ever paid my hands on.

I indicated that she should lie back on the bed. She did as she was told and spread her legs wide. I went down on her, parting those massive lips with my fingers and slipping my tongue into the pink heat of her cunt. I licked upwards to her clitoris and moved my tongue back and forward across it, drawing a renewal of the groans and pants and gasps and coos from her. My tongue stroked regularly across her little pleasure button, sinking back into the vaginal depths and licking upwards and across her clit repeatedly. Each time my tongue entered her oven, the walls of her vagina clasped my tongue and only reluctantly released it as I licked upwards again.

Next thing I know, she's got her finger on her button and is frigging it rhythmically. I keep licking but her finger is getting in my way, working itself deeper and deeper into her crack. I draw back and let her have her way. I position myself over her tits, a knee either side of her and watch her as she fucks herself. By now, she has two fingers inside and her thumb and little finger are spread out to the sides. Her digital cock is working its way in and out, in and out. She stops a moment to put my cock in her mouth and I lean forward to suck on her pussy again. We roll over and get into the standard sixty nine position. Her lips are parted and don't need any help from me to stay that way. The pink inside of her cunt is radiating heat onto my nose and tongue. And there's the smell. The salty, fishy smell of cunt, and I'm washing my face in it.

I feel myself on the edge of release again and roll her onto her back. She's immediately at her cunt with her fingers again, pushing deeply and rapidly; so deeply, I wonder if maybe she's hurting herself. But she doesn't stop.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" I ask. She doesn't answer or slow down but smiles and bites her lower lip. I resume my position over her tits and lean forward to watch the action. She periodically gives my penis, which is resting against her face, little kisses and licks. Her thrusts are becoming frantic now and she is breathing faster. After several minutes, she thrusts back with her hips and her body shakes in a little spasm.

"Did you cum?" I ask as her hand slows down.

She nods. "Yes."

I take her working hand and place four fingers in my mouth and suck the sweaty pussy juice off them. A hint of sweetness, a hint of salt, but not a strong flavour at all.

I lie down beside the girl and let my hands roam at will, carressing her boobs, the flat tummy, the inside of her thighs and her labia, which I am still having trouble penetrating. 

"Do you want me to fuck you now," I ask.

She smiles and says "Oh shit, I left my rubbers in my bag downstairs. Have you got any up here?"

"I have actually. Hang on."

I come back a few moments later with the condom, rip the plastic wrap with my teeth and work the item loose. I place it on my knob and work it down over my shaft. Jasmine joins in and pulls it tight over my cock, giving it a few extra strokes.

I work my way between her legs. My cock is hard and throbbing. The purple knob glows in the half light. Jasmine takes the stiff prick in her hand and places it against her orifice. She works it in with one hand. I don't know how. I guess she knows her pussy better than anyone else does.

I'm in and I'm comfortably snug feeling the pressure from her cunt wrapped around my dick. I don't move it for a while but lean forward and run the tip of my tongue across Jasmines half open mouth.. She responds with her tongue and we flick at each other for a few seconds before sinking into a short but deep kiss.

Now I begin to move my hips and feel the inside of her slit slide against my cock. Fuck! Is there anything as good as this? Jasmine's hands are caressing my shoulders and my back as I fuck her. I lift myself onto my hands and arch my back. Jasmine bends her knees and lifts them back towards her breasts.. Her knees part some more and I am plunging in and out her tight little fuck-hole.

"Is it good?" she asks.

"Ooooh yesss." If she only knew how good it felt. It's no time to try and explain. I get onto my knees and hunker over her, still working my cock in and out of her gaping hole, and lick a nipple. She is sweating. It makes it easy to suck the whole tit into my mouth. There's still more room so I keep sucking until the flesh over her ribs follows the little tit into my mouth. I repeat the process on her other side while keeping the pulsing rhythm with my cock.

I want a change of position so I extend myself flat on top of her and suggest we roll over. We work well together. Our timing is great. We roll over without losing the connection. She is lying on top of me but pushes herself up onto her knees, placing her hands on the bed next to my head. I feel those big wet lips against the base of my cock and the top of my scrotum. Her breasts fall forward and assume some presence. They are little cones, no more than six inches in height. I take them in my hands and squeeze them gently but firmly. Pushing them together, I lift my head and run my tongue back and forth across the nipples.




Jasmine



Jasmine is moving her hips but it doesn't feel quite right. There is no sliding of cock against cunt. She works her way up onto her knees and straightens her back. She seems to understand it's not working. Perhaps its not working for her either. She leans forward again taking the weight on her elbows and works her arse up and down. That's it. My cock is sliding in and out her pussy. Her hot cunt. Her pink gash. I watch stiff dick disappear between her legs and reappear again and again. My hands run down her back and over that beautiful little arse. I grope between her arse cheeks and find her bum hole. Not wet enough to stick a finger into. I grope further still, seeking slime between her cunt and arse-hole. Not much there, but suddenly I can feel my balls tighten and a tell-tale little spark of electricity in my knob.

"No, no, stop", I cry, not wanting this to ever end.

Jasmine hesitates but it's too late. The current is building and I feel myself sliding into a climax.

This isn't quite the way I planned it. I roll the both of us over and she's on her back and I'm on top of her. My left leg is on the floor so I guess her right leg must be off the edge of the bed too. But her butt is firmly on the bed and her legs are wide apart. I'm thrusting deep into her, my balls slapping against her arse. I'm sort of pushing with the knee on the bed and hopping up and down on the left leg to keep up with the rest of my body. Jasmine is bucking and pushing back with her hips. I look at her face, and her eyes and mouth are wide open. Her hands are clasped around my neck and she lets out a little cry from the depths of her flat chest. My semen is pumping into her (well, into the condom) and I let out a long, deep groan.

"OOOOHHH FUUUCK"

Her cunt and my cock gently throb together for several minutes after I cease my crazed thrusts.

Now comes the final surprise from this girl. Instead of rushing for the shower, she nestles in close and rests her head on my shoulder. I feel her wet cunt against my thigh. She starts to snore gently. I'm not so tired that I want to sleep, so I just lie there enjoying holding her in my arms. An hour later, we've changed positions a couple of times but she's always remained tucked in close. She's sleeping. There's no conversation.

"Hey, Jasmine," I whisper, "I think my hour is well and truly up."

She opens her eyes a fraction and asks sleepily, "Are you kicking me out?"

"No way. You're welcome to stay as long as you want. I'm just saying that I think my time ran out a long time ago."

She smiles and gives a sort of a lazy pass of her hand, meaning....whatever, and closes her eyes again.

I get up and go to my bedroom for some pillows and come back and wake Jasmine long enough to let me turn down the bed. Then we climb under the sheets where she resumes her tangled position with me and goes back to sleep, gently snoring.

I suppose I got about four hours sleep, waking intermittentently by the low snoring to find Jasmine still clinging to me. Around 6 am, I disentangled myself from her and spent a long while gazing upon her naked form. The sheets had been kicked off and she lay on her back with one leg straightened and the other bent at the knee, her almost hairless pubic mound tempting my hand. I tried to rouse her by gently stroking her body, running my hand over her flat chest and down over her hard, flat tummy. There was not an ounce of excess fat anywhere on her. I sucked a nipple and probed a little between her legs but she barely moved. Instead, I watched her and tried to guess her age. Her face was hard. It was the face of someone for whom life had not been easy. It made it hard to estimate how old she was. She could have been anywhere between nineteen and thirty. 

I gave up trying to arouse her and went into the next room to play the piano softly and slowly, thinking that perhaps the music might wake her gently and, captivated by the pathos of the music, she might come into the room with me and throw her arms around my neck. Twenty minutes later, I was still playing to myself.

I went back to the bed and ran my hands over her curves again, decided she wanted to sleep and went downstairs to make a cup of tea. I made two mugs of tea and brought the back upstairs. I switched the TV on with the sound down low and sipped my tea watching rock video clips. By now she had turned over and was sleeping on her side with her back to me. Her cute little bottom looked better than ever. Finishing my tea, I rolled onto the bed next to her and let her snuggle up close. But she kept on sleeping.

It must have been about 9.30 am when she finally opened an eye and managed a weak smile. I wondered if she would remember where she was and be embarrassed and want to get out of my place as quickly as possible. However, she seemed comfortable enough. I told her I had made her a mug of tea but that it had gone cold. She answered that she didn't like hot drinks and would drink the tea cold. Not my cup of tea but each to their own.

When she finished, she nestled in close again and fondled my dick. I responded cautiously, suppressing the urge to pander to the lust I had felt ever since I woke up. She warmed up though so I found a condom and climbed on top. I barely got started before I suggested I might like to fuck her doggy style. Jasmine assented and got into position. My cock was hard now though not as hard as it was the night before. It sank into her depths and took comfort in the grip of her vagina. Those big lips hid my shaft and even as I moved in and out of her, I never saw much of my shaft because the lips just extended and contracted with my movements.

Jasmine fingered her clit and softly groaned as I fucked her. It didn't last long. I came within five minutes. I got the feeling that she didn't want it to go on too long.

We showered and went downstairs. I offered her breakfast but she just wanted a glass of orange juice. After she drank the juice, she asked if she could have smoke. I suggested she have her cigarette at the little Tuscan outdoor setting on the patio outside. I joined her and drank a second cup of tea while she smoked.

"You haven't been doing this long, have you?" I asked.

"I have actually," was her response. "I left home when I was thirteen." A pause. "I'm not fucked up."

"How old are you now? You really are nineteen, aren't you?"

"Yes."

She told me a bit about herself but not much. She showed me her tummy again and pointed to a little lump on the right side. 

"That's my implant. I'm on Naltraxone. I used to be a heroin addict but the Naltraxone kills the effect of heroin. I've got no reason to take it any more. It has no effect."

Jasmine gathered up her things and it looked like she was on her way. She put her arms around me and I kissed her on the mouth. Our tongues searched each other our for a while, then we parted.

"You've got a fat cock," she smiled.

"And you've got a juicy little cunt."

"Can I call a taxi?"

"Sure, but I can drop you at your place if you like."

"Thanks, OK. Just drop me off in Glendalough. I'm going to see a friend."

"Can I see you again tonight?", I asked.

"Yeah. I'd like that. You're cool."

I dropped Jasmine off at a petrol station and she gave me a quick last kiss, then headed for a bakery for breakfast. I watched her go, wondering about her. Where she came from. Why she was on the game. What the future held for her. And I cared about it. She was one of a kind.



Jasmine



It was a hot, sticky, humid day in the middle of August. I had just finished eating lunch, and was on my way back to work when I first saw her. She was bouncing along about 50 yards in front of me. I could only see her from the rear, but I was already lusting after that delicious body of hers. 

She was wearing a yellow halter with a matching pair of short shorts, white socks and tennis shoes. Her long black hair came down her back, and her light brown skin looked great in contrast with the halter and shorts. The shorts were so tight that they looked as though they would split apart with every step she took. 

I ran to catch up with her, so I could see her from the front. As I passed her and turned around to catch a look, I nearly came in my pants. Her tits were the most beautiful I had ever seen. They were standing up firm as they pushed against the halter, with the nipples hard as little stones and clearly visible under the sheer material. Those tits seemed to be crying out to be set free from the confines of that halter. 

I opened my mouth to speak, but the words wouldn't come out. My mouth and tongue were desert dry. She looked at me with those big brown eyes of hers, and said in the softest, sexiest voice I had ever heard, 

" Is there anything I can do for you?"

I said, "Yes, as a matter of fact, there is something you can do for me. Come with me up to my office, and maybe we can get to know each other a little better."

She smiled and said, " Sure, that sounds like fun to me."

I took her by the hand and led her to a nearby building and into a waiting elevator. By this time my prick was hard as a rock and standing up straight in my pants. We moved to the back of the elevator, and I pushed up tight against her body. She looked over at the front of my pants and ran her hand along my bulging cock. I returned the favor, and rubbed the front of her shorts which were already soaking wet. 

As soon as the elevator stopped on my floor, we got out and practically ran down the hall to get to my office. I couldn't wait to get my hands on that body of hers. As soon as we were alone inside my office, I pulled her to my eager body and stuck my tongue down her throat, pushing into her with my hard prick. She immediately dropped down to her knees and began to unzip my pants, setting free at last my hard, throbbing cock, swollen with blood and oozing pre-come juices from the tip. She began to lick around the tip and then with one gulp enclosed the whole 10 inches in her mouth. Her little head began bobbing up and down on that slick, slippery prick. I had to pull her head off after a few minutes, because I felt that I was going to come and wanted to make it last a little longer. 

I turned her around and began to untie her halter, and as it fell to the floor I reached around to cup her tits in my hands. They felt so firm and hot as I started to rub her little nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, all the while grinding my hard prick into her firm ass. I turned her around and began to suck on those beautiful tits of hers. She started to moan and cried out, 

"Please suck my tits, and don't stop, please."

I started to pull her shorts down and off those long legs of hers. Next to come off were those cute little pink panties, soaking wet from her cunt juices. I was kissing her again, our tongues both deep in each others mouths. When she could stand it no longer, she cried out, 

"Fuck me please, Please do it now!"

I turned her around and she bent over the desk and lifted her ass high into the air. My prick slid easily into her dripping wet pussy, and I slammed the whole 10 inches into her slick cunt. My balls were slapping against her ass, and that sound along with her cries of passion were driving me over the edge. 

I slapped into her harder and harder until my hot sticky cum erupted into the depths of her bowels. Her body started to shake and quiver and she yelled out, 

"O God, I'm coming, Please don't stop, O God, Oh God, Ooh."

After we had both come many times, she said she had to go because her mother was expecting her to be home about an hour ago. As she was putting her clothes back on, I asked her for her name and phone number, which she scribbled on my phone pad. I asked her age and she smiled at me and said, 

"I just turned 18, Why, don't I look that old to you?" I just gave her a pat on the ass, and said, 

"Just checking, I wouldn't want to get into trouble with your mother."

After she had gone, I looked at the phone pad, and saw that she had written , "Jasmine, 555-1212." I was praying that she had given me the correct number, because I knew that I wanted more of that cute little body of hers. 



Jasmine and Achilles Jones



I was surprised. Rangers were supposed to be bullet proof; first sergeant had told me so in training camp. So there I was with a bullet lodged near my heart and a shard of shrapnel buried in my ass. What a wonderful way to get a ticket home—not. 

That I'd made a herculean effort to fall on the nurse and shield her from the incoming even while she was prepping me to get the bullet removed from my chest didn't make me feel any better, her body did feel good under me. Laying there on top of her was how I got the shard of Taliban metal in my butt. At any rate, two purple hearts and a bronze star were not even close to fair recompense for having to leave my buddies to deal with the Taliban while I cut country. But, orders were orders; I was going home.

I'd spent six weeks in a veteran's hospice recuperating from the surgeries that I eventually needed. The good news was that except for some scaring, I was going to be fine. Hell, I'd even made corporal as soon as I got stateside; the pay was a little better and the perks a bit of an improvement too. I should mention that being a corporal in the Rangers was roughly the equivalent to being a brigadier general in any of the other services—no LOL.

Twenty-one, a corporal in the Rangers, some serious medals, and a whole lot of life experience: I was ready for the next big step, finding the right woman to share my life with. But, I was no fool. I knew I needed an education, and I needed a job too before I began the hunt for a mate. The GI Bill would pay for school, but, as for a job, I wasn't a lifer and I would be mustered out of the military in just another sixty days. I called my friend Drew Wilson.

Drew owned the Head Trip, a sawdust joint with pretensions to being a high class bistro where professionals hung out after work hours most days. Lawyers, doctors, a few cops, and some business types mixed and matched with the riff raff and got their tea leaves read by whatever bartender was on duty.

Most people don't understand the job description of a true professional bartender. A bartender is a friend, a psychologist, a philosopher, and sometimes even a bodyguard. Bartenders serve a vital function in the great cultural scheme of things. So, with the hand up from Drew, I became a full time, full-fledged barkeep. 

Working and going to school became my modus operandi for the next three and a half years. I went to school online and got my B.A. in Philosophy and my M.S in General Psyche, all paid for by Uncle Sam. No, I had no intention of teaching school or becoming a Psychologist. I wanted the degrees to increase my value as a bartender, and eventually it did. 

I was twenty-five. I was in great shape physically—once a Ranger always a Ranger. I was pulling down fifty-k annual, when tips were added in. And, I owned my own home. But, I was still missing the final piece in the fabric of my life, a woman. That final piece came at me at the end of a particularly grueling shift, that on one particular Friday evening.

******

"AJ?" said the voice to my left.

"Yes." Then I looked and a big smile creased my features. "Geezsus, Jasmine! How long has it been?" I asked. Well, I just needed to be saying something.

"Since high school big boy. And, you really are a big boy aren't you," she said. "I heard you joined the Navy or something after high school." At five-seven and 160, I wasn't actually all that big, but she could see that so I didn't mind the opening.

"The Army."

"Huh? Oh yes, the Army," she said. "But, you aren't with the Army now are you?"

"No, not for a few years now," I said. "Been working here for some four years plus."

"Well, you sure look good," she said. She was grinning from ear to ear.

"Uh—can I get you something," I said.

"White wine," she said.

I moved down the bar to get the wine, poured it and returned. I set it down in front of her, and wiped the bar to her left; well, it's a habit all we barkeeps have.

"So, you married?" she asked, smirking.

"No, haven't met the right girl, I guess," I said.

"Really, I would've thought that a handsome fellow like you would have been taken early on," she said, still smirking.

I appraised her. She was nice looking, not runway gorgeous but interesting. Maybe five-five, and one-ten. Her red hair flowed around her shoulders daring men not to stare. She had freckles that enhanced her pale complexion and a quick way of glancing around that was—disconcerting. 

Jasmine and I had dated some in high school, and nights making out with her in the back seat of my Chevy would always be something I'd remember.

"How about you, you married," I asked, since she'd asked first.

"No, almost, a couple of times, but no," she said.

I smiled like the predator I was, "Wanna go out sometime?' I said.

"Sure, okay," she said. "I'm free Saturday. Oh, but that has to be a busy night for you," she said.

"No, as a matter of fact, I have my weekends off. I fill in once in a while if one or another of the crew gets sick, but basically my weekends are free," I said. "Just so you know, I'm on 3:00PM to 11:00PM week days."

"How about you," I said, "you working?"

"No, not at this time. I was, but not now. I'm thinking about getting a job though. But, still looking," she said.

We talked off and on for two hours; we filled in most of the gaps in our lives, and taken together there were a lot of gaps to fill in. Half a dozen guys hit on her while she was there, but she politely brushed them off. I had the feeling that she was a pro at handling the male element in most situations.

The date was made for 7:00PM Saturday. I would pick her up at her apartment.

******

"Well, girlfriend, tell me about this new guy in your life. Is it serious?" said Karen Olson.

"Yes, Karen, it's serious. I have some misgivings, but it is definitely serious," said Jasmine.

"Misgivings?"

"Yes, one anyway," said Jasmine. "Karen, he's only a bartender. He has two degrees and he only wants to tend bar; go figure. I'm concerned that he hasn't any drive or ambition," said Jasmine.

"Jas, it's not a nothing job. Maybe he likes dealing with people. Is he a heavy drinker or anything?" said Karen.

"No, not especially. It's just—I don't know—I just want more for him, for us," said Jasmine.

"Well, I think you're being silly. But, if it bothers you maybe you should look elsewhere for a mate," said Karen. "I mean you're going to be married for a very long time if you're lucky."

"Maybe you're right. I do want a man who is up to my standards. Achilles is a good man. He was in the Army too you know, but—well—a bartender! It just isn't what I'd envisioned that I would be married to," said Jasmine.

They talked for some time and then called it a night. The waitress brought the check. Karen studied her friend for a moment. "Jas, you need to figure out what's important to you. Don't string this guy along; it wouldn't be good for you or him in the long run."

"I know," said Jasmine.

******

"A lot different than when we were in high school, huh?" I said.

"Yes, it certainly is, AJ," said Jasmine. We were driving toward Lookout Point. It had been our favorite rendezvous when we were in high school together. I pulled into a darkened copse with a view of the Valley and all its lights. 

Dinner at the Sportsman had been good, the wine excellent, and the conversation fluid if a bit tentative. I had an uncomfortable feeling that she wanted to tell me something, but was nervous about getting it out. But at the moment only the look and smell of her had any real meaning for me. 

This was our fourth date. The first had been that Saturday night three weeks earlier. That had been a bit of an exercise in rediscovery. The next two had been marathon necking sessions. But, tonight, if I had my way, was going to be an epic sexcapade with damn little held back.

"You look very beautiful," I said leaning back against my door.

She was smiling; that was a good omen. She leaned in to kiss me. "Let's get in the back," she said. I immediately made a mental note to offer human sacrifice to the gods of Greece and Rome in thanks for the gift I was about to receive from their bounty.

One minute later, or less, we were in the back and hugging. Then kissing. Then touching and feeling each other up. Then kissing some more. She pushed me back and undid my belt and my pants. I started unbuttoning her blouse.

Her blouse and bra, the bra unhooked from the front, were open and hanging loose around her shoulders; her tits were exquisite. She pushed me back. 

"AJ, I want to talk to you for a moment," she said.

"Huh! Now?" I squeaked.

She giggled, "Yes, now." I sagged back against the door literally pouting. Worse my dick was wilting like a flower in a snow storm.

"AJ I think I'm falling in love with you. If that scares you maybe you should tell me now," she said. It was a helluva lead in.

"Scare me? Taliban bullets didn't scare me, the roller coaster at the mountain is hohum to me, and a little piece of fluff like you sure as hell doesn't scare me," I said, smiling broadly. "The fact is, Jas, I fell in love with you about five minutes after seeing you again a month ago."

She looked serious. Now, I was worried. "AJ, what do you intend to do to support us if we go the whole route?" she said. I could tell from the way she said it that my remaining a bartender was not high on her list of career moves. But here I was determined to be a man not a mouse.

"I've got a good job now, Jas. I know it's not high class; but it's what I love. And, frankly, I'm good at it. Office work and all of the phony bullshit that goes with it is not for me," I said. "You have to understand that if we have a chance." I could see she was wrestling with herself.

"Okay," she said, "if it's what you really want and need."

She moved to me and kissed me and soon we were naked. And it felt good.

She leaned forward and stroked my dick to diamond hardness. She licked it up and down and I wondered where she had become so expert in tongue-teasing a man. I was going insane from the tension she was building in me. I exploded into her mouth and she swallowed every drop. My dick shriveled like a Styrofoam cup in a barbecue pit. 

"My, you shrank kinda fast, big boy. Let me see if I can resurrect the dead!"

I was more than confident of her ability to do just that. It took her some minutes, but I was soon reassured that my confidence in her skills had not been misplaced. My cock brought back to life and its manly five inches threatening her womanhood, I gently pushed her back onto the seat and loomed above her. She was soaking wet. I wanted to go down on her, but I just couldn't wait to take her, so I did.

She bucked like a bronco and rammed her pussy back at me with every stroke I pounded into her. I lasted a good seven or eight minutes and she got off at least twice in that span.

We rested for a while and she got me up yet again. Stroking me, she leaned in and kissed me. "Take me from the rear, okay, AJ," she said.

I positioned her over the back of the seat and she spread her knees wide to accommodate me. I slipped into her and took long slow thrusts into her until I could tell from her short breaths that she was nearing still another orgasmic event. That one shook her. I think she started to cry. But, soon she was making weird noises as yet more spasms shook her to the core.

"Fuck that was good," she said, as she sagged back down into the seat.

We lay beside each other hugging and making unintelligible noises that were clear to us, but would have sounded like whale soundings to submariners.

After that night, I heard no more about my career choices. We dated three and four times a week, and after some six months I formally proposed and we were married three months after that. The ceremony was muted but elegant: our families, a few friends, and a nice reception. I loved her; she loved me, and soon she was pregnant. Nine months later the twins arrived: Marie and Tina. 

The girls were our pride and joy. Jasmine was a stay t home mom until the kids started school—that was five and half years into the marriage. That point in our married life was the demarcation line. It separated our happy uncomplicated early days from the strife ridden years to follow. I didn't realize it at the time, but our problems had begun the very night of our girls first day in first grade. 

I should have realized it. Half way through the semester, I heard Karen Olson giving Jasmine hell for something. When they saw me they clammed up; it bothered me, but since I had no idea what was what, I let it go.

That first day of school, at any rate, Marie and Tina were so excited telling mommy and daddy about all of the things that they did and a new friend that they had made and their teacher, Mrs. Hathaway, all of it. In bed by 8:00, the girls were asleep almost before I turned out the lights and headed downstairs.

"Girls sure are happy, AJ. I like that. It's good that they are so happy about school," she said.

I smiled and agreed. "You are so right. It's a good start," I said.

"They're happy, you're happy, I'm happy but... AJ, I want to get a job. You know, one I can do in the daytime while the girls are in school," she said.

I looked over at her. "You've never said anything about working, honey. Why now?" I said.

"The obvious. The house is going to be awfully quiet during the day, and I don't want to just sit around and be bored," she said.

I couldn't think of a good reason to tell her that she shouldn't do it. So, I said the only thing I could say. "Okay, honey, if it's what you really want to do. But we don't need the money," I said.

She hugged me, and we made love and then we slept the sleep of the blessed. The era of good feeling was not destined to last.

******

Jasmine eventually settled on a job selling real estate. She had to attend classes for a while in order to get her license; but she was a sharp student, and soon she was making money. Boy did she ever make money. Inside of a year she was making double what I was making. That fact and the fact that she never really had cottoned to my being a bartender began to undermine our relationship. I would discover later that—well—she was less than proud to be my wife. When I did find out, it hurt; it hurt a lot. And I heard it from Karen Olson.

******

It was June and it was getting hot. Summer was always a test for man and beast in the Valley. The temperatures could reach 110 routinely during stretches in July and August, and even September; but this year the heat wave was coming early.

I had arrived home a little earlier than usual. I had transferred to days, 10:00 to 7:00, the year before in order to spend more time with my family, and especially Jasmine. And I did, with my girls. But it seemed that time with my wife had improved only slightly if at all. Jas was not happy with my late arrival this night. She was however dressed to kill! But, not for me; I had a bad feeling.

"Okay, AJ, why are you so late? I left you a message at your work that I had a dinner meeting tonight with the corporate bosses," she said. That explained the clothes—sort of.

"Jas, I have a job too. I took off earlier than I should have just so I could get here now; we were busy! Sheesh! It's only 6:00PM. It's like you were never late, or had to work, right," I said, firing back at her. "And what kind of meeting is it anyway? You're dressed like a street walker for gawd's sake. You dating one of those big shots you're always sucking up to?" I didn't really think she'd be dating anyone, but I knew it was one way to push her buttons. I was a little miffed by her attitude. It had been weeks since she and I had had a serious date, and she never dressed like this for me. Yeah, I was a little miffed.

"Achilles Jones, you've no business talking to me like that. If it weren't for my job we wouldn't be living in this semi-mansion of a house. I need to be able to count on you to be home when you're supposed to be," she said. "Anyway, I'm outta here. We'll talk later. Bye." And she was gone.

"...if it weren't for her..."! Like I had nothing to do with our life together or hopes or dreams. Miffed didn't even begin to cover it, I decided. Something had to give.

The house had cost half a mil and it was paid for—with her money. I had kept my old place and rented it out. It was paid for too, but it was just a very small three bedroom in a very ordinary subdivision. The new place—hers, at least that was how I was beginning to think of it—was so fancy I was embarrassed to say I lived in it. But, she'd insisted we buy it. Said it would boost her chances of making partner in her firm. The real estate firm she worked for was the biggest in the state, and Jasmine was one of their best sales reps.

She'd been having these meetings once or twice every month for the past year. I wasn't thrilled with her being gone so much at night, but she really hadn't given me any choice. She had made it clear that I had no say in what she did on her job.

This night, I sent the girls to bed around nine. They were set to start their summer recess on Friday five days hence. There was to be an academic awards ceremony on Thursday night for their middle school at the Grissom, a five star hostel in the city. The twins were slated to get one award I knew about, but others were possible. Secrecy was the watchword. No one was to know who was to receive what award. Both Jasmine and I had made plans to attend.

It was 2:00AM when she got in. I was sleeping, but I awakened when she accidently stubbed her toe on the chair near the little antique writing table she'd bought some months before. She swore, I turned over and said, "Morning, late meeting, huh?"

"Yes, we socialized after dinner. But, I'm tired and my feet are killing me," she said. "All I want to do is go to bed and sleep." Code for there would be no sex—Like I would have been in the mood at 2:00AM. The really bad news was that we hadn't more than a quickie in months, and I had become more than a little disturbed by that reality.

Anyway, her "all" actually wasn't quite all. She evidently wanted to shower too. She was back in the room and toweling down her hair in the shadowy light from the bathroom in twenty minutes. 

"Had to get the cigarette smoke smell out of my hair," she said, when she noticed I was watching her.

I turned over and went to sleep as she slid in beside me. I hoped it was only cigarette smoke she was getting out.

******

Thursday came and I had the girls ready. We were waiting for Jasmine to arrive; we were already marginal time-wise. The phone rang. I picked it up.

"Hello...Yes, we're ready...how long...what!...another meeting?...never again call me out for being late for anything...!" I railed at her. "It's your daughters' big night...yeah yeah, I'll tell them; they're used it." I hung up. 

"Was that mom," said Marie.

"Yes, honey, she's sorry; but she has a business meeting tonight. She promises to make it up to you both on the weekend," I lied saying that. She hadn't promised anything. In fact she was angry with me for challenging her. But hell, I was at the "fuck you" stage too. Things were coming to a head, and there did not appear to be anything I could do about it.

I had noticed the number on the caller ID readout on the phone. It was neither her cell nor her office number. I decided to ring her back and ask her to try and make it for the end of the awards if she could. I hit the redial.

"Century Motel..." I hung up. Now, I was pissed. I was pissed and hurt. I still wasn't sure anything untoward was going on, but I was pretty sure that her big bosses were not holding meetings in motels. I called the motel back one more time.

"Yes, how much are your rooms for one night?" I asked. "And, do you have any conference rooms?" I couldn't help but smile at the answers I got. Thirty-five a night motel rooms and no conference rooms. There was no meeting going on; she was fucking somebody else, and shining on her daughters' awards night in order to do it. I needed to get proof.




Jasmine and Achilles Jones



******

The girls we excited. I was looking around to see who I might know, and Karen Olson came up to me.

"Hi AJ, the girls are all excited, huh?" she said.

"You bet. They're over there talking to their friends," I said.

"Jasmine, busy tonight?" she said.

"I frowned. Yeah, said she has meeting. The girls are disappointed, but it's like that a lot lately," I said. I was jabbering on to someone who I had no business jabbering on to. 

"AJ, you really need to put your foot down with that woman," said Karen. "You're letting her do things she shouldn't be doing. Like tonight," she said.

I looked at her. I wonder how much she knew. And if she knew anything, would she tell me. I doubted it, but—I'd never know if I didn't just flat out ask.

"Karen, can I ask you something?" I said.

"The answer is yes, AJ, she is." 

It was like she could read my mind. "Who?"

"Her boss, and he's an asshole," she said.

"Geezsus!"

"AJ, if you ever want a revenge fuck, I'm available. I know a good man when I see one," she said.

I looked at her as if she were from outer space. "Huh—yeah," I said. Lame, but it was all I could come up with.

******

In the motel room she was already in her underwear tugging on his skivvies when he finally mentioned the call.

"Had to check in with hubby?" he said, disdain clearly evident in his tone.

"Yes, we had something going on tonight. I didn't want him wondering where I was," she said.

"When are you going to dump that bartender and tie your wagon to mine?" he said. "You are clearly way out of his league."

She looked at him. "He's no fool. Don't ever imagine that," she said. "He just loves his work. Money and things don't mean anything to him, or not much at any rate."

"But they do to you," he said, knowing the answer.

"They do to me," she echoed. 

She had his pants down and she reached for his cock and stroked it slowly and oh so lightly, just like he liked it. 

He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her in tighter forcing her to take his entire seven inches in her mouth and down her throat. Two-point-three minutes later he spasmed and exploded in her throat filling it with his cum. She swallowed it all. 

She rolled back on her heels and wiped the dribble from her mouth with the back of her hand. "Yummy," she said. he laughed.

He pulled her to the bed and turned her over on her stomach. He would take her from behind; their favorite position. It is how she surrendered to him; he was her man, her real man.

She spread her knees wide lowering herself for him. She felt the soft tip of his penis tease her. She giggled. She knew he couldn't deny her for long; he was hotter than she was, almost desperate in fact, and she reveled in her female power.

"Common now, be a good little boy and plow this woman," she teased.

He rammed his cock home and she let out a scream as he drilled her. "Oh my gawd!" she said. "Oh my gawd!." 

He began slowly screwing her. He took his time. He wanted to enjoy her as much as he could. She was a good piece, as good as he'd ever porked.

She rose up on her hands and thrust her buttocks back to meet his assault. He was banging her good now, and her titties rocked and swayed with each thrust. She shook as an intense orgasm possessed her. 

He emptied into her and she smiled as his seed washed her insides. She could feel the heat of it, and it pleased her. She thought of her AJ and how seldom he had been able to make her feel this way. At least in recent years. 

It hadn't always been like that. No, there had been a time. She felt bad for him. She was treating him badly even if he didn't know it yet, and she didn't like it. Something had to give.

Finished they were dressing. "How often do you have to fuck him?" he asked.

"Not often. I let him get off maybe twice a month. But it's always a quickie, and then it's over. He never gets the real me anymore, only you get that," she said.

"Do you think he suspects anything?"

"No, he is very trusting." She frowned at her own words as soon as she'd uttered them. Yes, he was trusting, she thought, but she wasn't trustworthy. She felt uncomfortable admitting it even to herself, very uncomfortable. She suddenly realized that she couldn't do it to him anymore. She had to divorce him. The thought made her feel a certain sadness, but at the same time free. She determined to make it an easy divorce for him. Her AJ deserved at least that. Her AJ? Well, not for much longer; he'd be someone else's man soon enough she was sure of that. Rich he wasn't, but he had everything else going for him. Roger on the other hand...

Roger was her man now. It was time to give in to his wishes. No more sneaking around banging each other in cheap, sordid motel rooms.

He smiled his appreciation of her devotion to him. He thought about his previous wives, all three of them. None were Jasmine's equal. She'd be his sooner or later, and if things worked out the way he planned, it would definitely be sooner.

******

I heard her car pull in; it was after 11:00PM. Her heels clicked on the wooden stairs. She came in looked at him and begin taking off her earrings. "Hello honey, how did the girls do," she asked trying to placate him and anticipating his next remarks.

"Do you really care, Jasmine?"

"Honey, I'm sorry. I just couldn't get out of the meeting. It was too important," she said.

I eyed her. She looked at me, stopped fooling with her jewelry and just looked at me. "What?" she said. "I told you I had to be there. I would have come if I could," she said vehemently.

"Was Roger there," I asked, gambling that it was him she was cheating with.

"Yes, of course, he's my boss," she said.

"Was anyone else there?"

"What? What do you mean?" she said.

"I mean was it just you two or was it a gangbang," I said without undue emotion.

She stopped cold. She paled. Her look clearly stated that there was no way I could know. "You're not funny," she said, still holding to her line of bull.

"I wasn't trying to be. But, I know that the Century motel has no conference rooms; so I am pretty sure you all, all seven of you, wouldn't have been able to fit into one of those cheap little fuck-by-the-hour rooms they charge thirty-five dollars a night for," I said.

Her arms dropped to her sides. "You know don't you." It was not a question.

"I figured it out. So where do we go from here?" 

I said. I was not prepared for her response.

"I'm relieved," she said. "I was going to talk to you tomorrow. You deserve to know. AJ, I want a divorce. I have fallen in love with Roger. I never meant it to happen, but it has, and I need us to part. I'm sorry."

I was stunned. But, I kept my cool. "You sleep in one of the guest rooms. The girls and I will move out tomorrow," I said.

"What? The girls?"

"Yes, we talked earlier. They want to stay with me. You can have open visitation, but at least with me, the custodial parent won't be missing any of their functions. Oh, and to answer your earlier question; They both received subject area awards: Marie tops in English and Tina in Math. Those, in addition to perfect attendance and citizenship. I mean in case you really do care a whit. Now, get out and let me sleep."

She stared at me, went to the closet, retrieved a nightgown and a robe and retreated out into the hallway. I thought I heard her sob as she exited, but I could have been mistaken.

The sun rose at 6:03AM. I was already dressed and downstairs making coffee; it had always been my time of day. I was pouring myself my second cup when she pulled out a chair at the table. "Can I have a cup?" she said. I poured her one and leaned back against the sink eyeing her.

She stirred in a teaspoon of sugar and looked up at me. "Can we at least be civilized about this, AJ. I know you're hurt. And I am the guilty one. I recognize that. But the girls need their mom. I can do more for them..."

"No, you can't and you haven't. But, yes we can make this a civilized transition if you do not fight me over the girls. We don't care about your money. And we sure as hell don't give a damn about good 'ole Roger. I have no problem with the divorce. You haven't been a wife to me for a long time. But, you and the asshole are not coming between me and my girls. Okay, the ball's in your court," I said.

"I guess we have a fight on our hands then," she said. "I will not give up primary custody, AJ. I can't."

"Your choice. Consider the battle joined. You probably shouldn't be talking to me anymore, nor I you. We're quits as of now; it's just a matter of the legalities being finalized," I said. I headed up stairs. 

I had made my plans the night before, at least the initial ones, after she had called and I had discovered the tryst at the Century. I figured worst case scenario, and that's what I discovered that was indeed the fact of the matter, that I'd be moving out the next day—today.

I got the girls up and packed some of their things while they were showering and getting dressed. I took their bags and one I had packed for myself, and headed back downstairs. Jasmine was on the phone, probably to Roger, but I wasn't sure.

I took the suitcases to my car and went back to get the girls.

"AJ, you can't do this! Please do not make me fight you. AJ, you can't win; I'm the mother," she all but screamed. 

"Tell you what, Jasmine, ask the girls. Here they come now," I said. looking her straight in the eye. "Ask them who they'd like to stay with. I will stand by their decision." I was sure the girls would stay with me, and it showed in my demeanor.

"What? I can't put them on the spot like that, AJ. What kind..."

"Then I'll ask them, Jas. They're almost thirteen. They know what's what almost as well as you or I."

The girls had reached the bottom of the stairs. They were looking at us nervously. "Girls," I began. "There is no easy way to say this, but last night your mom told me that she wanted a divorce. I have agreed to it; I really have no choice; she has a boyfriend, her boss." I was being cruel, but I was hurt and angry and I didn't know what else to say or do.

"Now, I want to say that this is all about us, and it has nothing to do with you girls. Your mom and I both love you. And neither of us wants to keep the other from seeing you—I don't think. But the problem remains, who would you rather stay with for the immediate future? We've decided that you should be allowed to choose, and of course, you can change your mind whenever you want." I felt like shit loading this on the girls' shoulders. But, a little pain now might avoid a lot more later, or so I rationalized. I had no inkling of what I was about to learn.

They began to fidget and Marie was tearing up. They conferred. Jasmine was nervous, and clearly worried. I was confident, and I must have appeared so.

"Dad, Marie and I love you so much. You are always there for us. But, I guess we are going to stay here for a while, if it's okay with you. We think mom needs us more," said Tina. My mind went blank. I had hot flashes. I think I began to sway.

I was stunned. The blood was rushing to my head and I felt like I was going to blackout. I choked up. I finally managed to find my voice, "Okay—I—daddy loves you." I had to get out of there. I went back out to my car and pulled their suitcases from the back seat them on the porch and left.

Jasmine looked at me; she wasn't gloating. If anything I think she was feeling pity for me. Well hell, I was piteous. I swallowed choking back my tears. "I'll come back tomorrow morning after 10:00AM to get the rest of my things," I said. "Please don't be here. Please." I left.

At least I had a place to stay. I was in between renters. I had been planning to clean the house up and throw some paint on the walls on the weekend. Now, I would be doing it for myself instead of new renters. 

I headed for the Head Trip. I had to talk to Drew. I got the day off, and made the necessary rounds. I had to get my credit line worked out separate form hers, and change my will and other things. Drew recommended his lawyer, I called and made an appointment; the secretary said she could get me in before noon.

******

At noon, I arrived at the office of one Tanya Baker, esq. a little before 11:00AM. I had to wait for a little while, I was early. At 11:15 I was ushered down a short hall to an office.

Being shown in, I walked toward the desk and saw a familiar face. I couldn't place it, but I knew this lady.

She stood and extended her hand for me to shake. "I thought it might be you. I recognized the unusual name," she said. "I have long wanted to thank you for saving my life."

"Huh?" was my brilliant comebacker. "Ma'am? I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage," I said. "Do I know you?"

"Well, Ranger, you should. Afghanistan, fourteen years ago. You fell on me and saved me from that incoming mortar round. The nurse?"

All of a sudden it came back to me. Yes—you—you were a nurse then—but now?"

"I was able to afford law school on the GI bill. So I went. Frankly, I can't believe our paths have crossed again. I mean—small world..." she managed.

"Do yuh think," I said, falling into the chair in front of her desk. 

"I tried to find you to thank you after they rushed you the heck outta there. But you were long gone to Rhine Mein and then the states. I never knew where.

"So how have you been?" she said.

"Hummph," I managed. "Until last night okay."

"Oh, yes, I understand. I got a call from Drew. He said you had a problem with your wife."

"Yeah, you could say that. She's been cuckolding me with her boss and last night she laid it on me that she wanted a divorce. So, yeah, I have a problem with my wife," I said.

She nodded. "I see. No chance for a reconciliation?"

"No."

"Children?" 

"Twin girls, age twelve, almost thirteen. They said they wanted to stay with their mom. I have to tell you; that one stopped me. I'm the one that is always there for them, at the games and events and happenings. Their mother never is. But when we asked them; they opted for her. I tell yuh, that one hurt—a lot," I said. I was starting cry; I got hold of myself.

She stared at me for the longest time. "It happens. If I had to guess, they did it to try and get their mom to start coming to their events and happenings as you call them. They doubtless figure that you will always be there, and if they were staying with you that their mom would withdraw even farther from them. I am pretty sure, going on experience, that their choice had nothing to do with you per se.

It made sense. For the first time in the last twenty-four hours I actually had something to hold on to. "Thanks," I said. "I hope you're right." I actually believed that she was.

We talked for some 45 minutes longer. The upshot was that she would defend my interests, and make sure that I got the best possible visitation rights with my children. There would be no money demands, although she said I could get alimony if I decided that I wanted to go for it. I told her no to that one, that I made enough. She said she wanted Jasmine to do the filing though; that way she, Jasmine, would be up against it for court costs, and for my lawyer costs too if things were to work out the way she thought that they would.

We were standing, shaking hands again as I prepared to leave. "Achilles, I owe you a dinner at the very least. How about it?" she said.

I was surprised, but pleasantly so. She was a very nice looking lady. "Okay," I said, kind of weakly.

"Good. Meet me tomorrow at the Cloister at seven?"

"Okay, sure," I said. 

She picked up a card from the tray on her desk and wrote on the back of it. "Here's my cell in case. See yuh tomorrow," she said.

******

I knew I was early, well, I was anxious. I didn't see her come in. I guess she saw me sitting at the bar. She came up on my blind side. "Howdy, sailor," I heard from behind my shoulder.

"Huh!" She laughed at my obvious surprise; she'd startled me.

"Geezsus! Tanya, I almost had a heart attack. 

Oh, and I am definitely not a sailor. Try Airborne Ranger. It's a whole different kettle of fish," I said.

"Wow, I guess I need to brush up on the proper protocol don't I," she said.

I laughed, "Darn straight," I said. The game was afoot. We talked for some minutes before the food arrived and Tanya was nothing if not quick witted and very intelligent—a whole lot smarter than me, I figured.

About the time the food came, I had had a chance to look her over pretty good. I hadn't until then, and I was surprised with myself. She was pretty, kinda nurse pretty if you know what I mean. She was a little wider in the hips than your average model. Breasts were a little on the small side, probably A-cups. Her tawny hair was curly, and flowed around her shoulders and that very nicely thank you very much. But, what I noticed most about her, was the way she smelled. That smell damn near enslaved me—she reminded me of Jasmine in that—I did my best to put the comparison out of mind.

Dinner over, the band began playing softly and a few couples got up to dance. I offered her my hand, and she accepted it—tentatively.

"I'm not that bad, really," I said.

"Oh no, it's me," she said. "I am that bad."

"Wow, such candor and honesty. Well, let's dance anyway and humiliate ourselves as much as we can." 

At first, I damned near couldn't dance I was laughing so hard. For the next few hours we danced and talked and laughed and drank and generally avoided mentioning my impending divorce and my concern over the custody of my girls. 

At 11:00PM I was beginning to think that it was time for a gentleman to take a lady home. "Hey girl, how are yuh doin'?" I asked. The evening had turned from tentative to fun to romantic. Her body had been melding with mine on the dance floor since after the first few dances. I hadn't at first thought too much about Tanya that way, though I am a man, and she was more than just an average female woman. But, now I was, thinking about her that way that is. I just wasn't sure if I wanted to get involved right at that moment considering my less than thrilling experience with womankind and intimacy recently.

"Good, how about you?" she said. I just smiled. Her expression turned serious.

"AJ, when are you planning to see you daughters next?" she said.

"Uh? Huh? Maybe next week. They have a summer softball league they're into. The game's on Saturday.

"Not before that?" she said. "I mean you're not goin to see them before that?"

"I don't know. I don't know if Jasmine will let them see me. We haven't spoken since I left last week," I said. "It was not exactly an amicable leave taking as you know. The girls opted to stay with her. I don't know what they were thinking. I mean I know what you said. And, it makes sense, but I don't know for sure yet. You know?"

"Well, I'm your lawyer, and I will be on the visitation issue first thing Monday. I know you and your wife are not doing too good, but I would be surprised if she tried to interfere with you seeing the girls," said Tanya.

"Yeah, I suppose you're right. 

"Tanya? I have decided to play hardball with her about custody. And it's not even a matter of them preferring Jasmine to me. I just can't abide that man Roger being around my girls. If he is—I will be cutting myself off from them. I just couldn't stand him being there. You know taking my place. Do you understand?"

"AJ, you can't mean that. Those girls love you. I know it. You have got to let me handle things, okay?" she said. "And, that man will never be able to take your place, no matter what happens between you and your wife." 

"I don't know, Tanya. Okay—I guess. I don't know. I just think about that slimy adulterous filthbag being around them, and..." I couldn't talk anymore.

She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me on the lips. It felt so right. It was stupid, but I felt as though the tables had turned. Once long ago I'd taken shrapnel for her to protect her; now, she was protecting me, at least it felt that way. And, I knew I needed protecting. The days ahead were not going to be easy for me.




Jasmine and Achilles Jones



******

The following Saturday, I was at the ball park at 10:00AM the game was to start at 10:30. I saw the girls arrive with my wife and the filthbag. I wanted to vomit or kill him, not necessarily in that order. Jasmine saw me and waved. I just looked at her stony-faced. She was the enemy, and he was the devil. I was scaring myself. The girls ran up to me.

"Hi dad! Hi dad!" they said in unison. They gave me kisses on the cheek and ran back to the dugout where their teammates were beginning to assemble.

The game was fun. I couldn't help myself from glancing in the direction of the lovers every once in a while. It seemed that each time I did that Jasmine was smiling at me, and it hurt. A sympathetic smile for me and pussy for him, it hurt a lot. I wondered what they were saying about me. I noted that Karen Olson joined them about half way through the game; I thought that odd.

The girls' team had won. But I did not. They were out there on the field cheering and jumping up and down in celebration. The team then broke up and ran for the bleachers and their families. 

Marie and Tina ran up to the fence, waved to me, and then ran to their mother and good 'ole Roger. I just stood there. I must have looked pretty hangdog. One of the mothers looked up at me. "Mr. Jones? You okay?" she said.

"Uh—yes," I said. "I fought back the tears as I watched the girls and their mother and the asshole leave. 

I had to sit and I did. I held my head in my hands and felt sorry for myself.

I was served with the divorce papers the next week. The negotiations were swift, businesslike, and for me hurtful. 

Tanya was able to get me one weekend a month with the girls and summers; their mother would be getting them one weekend a month during my summer time. The big national holidays we would alternate starting with the Fourth of July next. As for the financial stuff. She kept her house, and I kept mine. No alimony. Whoever had the children would pay all while they were with them, so no child support, and that was about it. I was satisfied with it all except the custody split.

The twin's games were on nine consecutive weekends. I went to the next game the following Saturday, and Tanya went with me. I had told her of the way things had gone with the first game, and she had sympathized. Holding my hand, so to speak, she bucked me up.

The girls came up to me this time gave me a kiss, said they were looking forward to coming to my house in two weeks. We talked for a couple of minutes, and then they left to join their mother and Roger. I watched as they joined them. All four of them looked back at me. The only one smiling was Roger. I knew then that my hate for him would never die: he was coming between me and my girls.

Just before they turned the corner and were lost from my sight. My eyes locked with Jasmine's. Hers carried a message I could not fathom.

"AJ? you okay," said Tanya, bringing me out of my reverie.

"Yeah, I guess," I said. "No, not really," I corrected.

The next Saturday came, and I didn't go to the game. I couldn't deal with seeing their mother and Roger. His gloating, and that's what it was, had gotten to me. That evening, I got a call from Jasmine.

"You missed the game," she said.

"You've missed plenty of them," I said.

"AJ, don't do this," she said.

"Do what." 

"AJ we're going to be thrown together when the girls have things going on. They were very worried when you didn't show today; you've never missed. Marie cried. She's the emotional one, you know. And Tina, Tina was a nervous jervis! You can't not be there, AJ. They need you," said Jasmine.

"It's too hard for me when the asshole is there laughing at me. I just can't do it," I said, telling the truth. I was sounding like a teenager who'd been dumped, and I knew it.

"What? Roger? He wasn't laughing at you. He is as concerned as I am," she said.

"Bullshit! You just can't stop lying to me, can you, Jas," I had to get the dig in. I was hurting too bad.

"AJ, he has nothing to do with you and the girls. He's just—I don't know—there," she said.

"Yeah, laughing at me," I said, my bitterness showing through.

"Who cares what he does. Okay so he acted stupid last time. I'll see to it he stops doing that stuff in the future. Okay?" she said.

"Jasmine, you can't be that naïve. Goodbye." I hung up.

The following weekend I'd picked the girls up on Friday night. We went out for pizza. Saturday we went to the game. Their mother and the asshole were there, but they hardly ever looked my way. I guess Roger had gotten an earful; couldn't have happened to a nicer guy. Sunday we stayed home and the girls and I baked cookies, and talked, and had a swim in the pool. I took the girls home a bit after 6:00PM.

The following weekend I came to the game, but only just before it ended. I noticed that Roger wasn't there. Jasmine looked over at me and smiled. It was a questioning smile. Well, some days are better than others, at least I didn't have to see him. The girls came up to me this time and talked with me.

"Daddy, you were late today," said Marie.

"Yeah, sorry about last week, girls. Where's your mother's boss? I said. I was hoping they'd tell me he'd been hit by a bus. 

"He's home," they said. So, he was living with her. I knew it, I suppose, but it hurt to finally be sure. I let it go at that. We talked for a minute or two more and then they left to go back to their mother. Jasmine was waiting at the other end of the bleachers, and she looked concerned. For my part I didn't give a shit. I had the feeling she wanted to talk, but that was the last thing I wanted to do.

Every day the following week, I was down. I had no enthusiasm for anything. I hadn't decided whether to go to the girls' next game or not. I knew it was stupid, my acting this way, but I was powerless to help it.

In the end, I decided to go. I entered through the same gate I always did. I had to walk under the home team side of the bleachers for a few yards to get inside; it was kind of a short cut. As I turned to go up someone grabbed my arm from behind. I turned to see.

"Jasmine! What the...!" I said. "What are you doing here."

"I needed to talk to you and I know you wouldn't up there," she said nodding toward the seats overhead. "And, I wanted to talk to you without Roger seeing us."

"Oh, a falling out already," I said with a sneer.

"Cut the crap, AJ. You and I are getting a divorce, and that's that; but there is no reason for you to divorce the girls," she said. "You're being childish."

"Oh, and what are you being shacking up with a man you are not married to," I shot back.

"What? We are going to get married," she countered. Her saying it still hurt in spite of everything.

"Oh, and when will that be?' I said.

"Well, after the divorce is final, of course," she said. 

"In the meantime you'll just shack up with the asshole. That about it?" I said.

"That's none of your business," I said.

"It is if it concerns my babies," I said. "Keep the asshole away from my daughter's events, and I'll have no problem coming, but with him here it is real tempting to tear his filthbag ass up!" I said, giving way to venting. I was being childish, but I didn't give a fruit picker's damn.

"Why are you being this way," she said allowing some emotion to show through on her side. "We need to get along."

"You hurt me, Jasmine, real bad. Cheatin' with that asshole. Getting along is not gonna happen, not for a long, long time if ever," I said. "Forced toleration maybe, but getting along is too close to friendship to ever be likely to happen between you and me. Figure it out, Jasmine, we ain't friends!" I stocked off. 

Perversely, I felt real good; I mean real good. 

"AJ!" But, I was gone.

The game went well, I glanced over at my enemies from time to time. Jasmine's expression was one of frustration, or maybe concern it was hard to tell. What was interesting was that asshole never looked in my direction even once. I wondered about that. I couldn't see him knuckling under to Jasmine all that completely, so I wondered what his motivation might have been.

The aftermath of the game was the same as it had been. The girls talked to me briefly and then left to join their mom and her lover. They did look a bit reluctant to go back, but it could have been just wishful thinking on my part.

I was working overtime at the Head trip on Tuesday evening when Tanya made an entrance, and I mean made an entrance. She was beautiful. Short black dress, perfect makeup, perfume of the kind that caused men to have sinful thoughts, and five inch heels that made her ass stick out so far, she looked like she was inviting the boys to butt fuck her right there in the bar.

"Howdy, Ranger," she said as she sidled up to the bar.

"Howdy back attacha," I said. "You look fantastic."

"Yeah, I got a date," she said, very seriously.

"Oh," I said wrinkling my brow.

"Yeah, he's a little slow on the uptake, but I'm pretty sure he'll come around," she said.

"I sure as heck wouldn't be slow if you were my date," I said.

"Thank gawd," she said. "I was afraid you weren't going to get it."

"Huh?" I said. She just looked at me, a smile began to spread over her countenance.

"Geezsus!" I said. "Okay, so I'm slow on the uptake. Give me twenty minutes. Want something while I get ready?"

"Wine would be nice. Anything," she said. I got it for her, made a deal with Hank who was also still hanging in there, and headed into the back to change into my emergency clothes.

"Geezsus," said Hank. "Sure I'll cover for you, but you have got to get me a date with her sister."

"I'll ask her," I said, laughing.

******

The Cloister had become our favorite place. We had adjourned there as soon as I could freshen up and get loose from the bar.

It was almost twelve but the place was still rockin'. We got a table, ordered drinks, danced a couple of slow numbers and headed back to the table. She stirred her martini, slowly with the stick. The olive impaled on the end of it seemed an extraterrestrial orb in a universe of clear plasma.

"So, how's it been going," she said. "I haven't heard from you in a while, days."

I shrugged. "It's all about the girls. I don't want that asshole living with them, not even."

She looked at me and seemed to understand. "Have you spoken to your ex?" she said.

"Not at any length. She sandbagged me Saturday, as I was coming through the gate to the softball field. She laid into me about the girls and my attitude about the asshole and well, my attitude generally," I said.

"And you said?"

"I told her I didn't cotton to her hypocrisy. I mean her shacking up with him," I said. "And, that was about it." She just nodded.

"Let's get out of here," she said.

Out of here meant to Hill Top Drive. I found a secluded parking spot with a view and she cuddled against me laying her head on my shoulder.

I stroked her hair and enjoyed the feeling. I lifted her chin, leaned toward her and kissed her. It was a sensual moment. I motioned her into the back seat. We crawled over the tops of our seats, like a couple of teenagers at the drive-in movie, and fell together in a heap in the back.

My hand, on her knee, began making slow circles a little higher up on her thigh. Gently, slowly, I lifted the hem of her dress and let my hand rest lightly on her leg just inches from her most secret places.

She moved her hands to the front f my pants and smiled when she found what she was looking for. She took her time pulling down the zipper. Freed at last his cock sprung out and pointed right at her. She leaned in a suckled on it. All five inches disappeared inside of her mouth, and she gurgled as it tickled the back of her throat.

I took my time searching her thighs finally making contact with my prize. She shivered and I pulled her panties aside and slipped a finger inside of her.

"I need you to fuck me," she said. "I need you to do it now." She lay back on the seat and splayed her legs over the backs of the seats thus opening herself to assault. I assaulted her without delay. She was tight. I pulled out and went down on her. I brought her to her first orgasm with my tongue; she was wet enough now. I resumed my original intent.

Poised at her opening I rammed it home; she uhhgged as I nailed her. She was a nine-point-seven on the wonderfulness scale. I screwed her slowly for some time. As I felt her begin to tense up I picked up speed. Finally, I drove into her as powerfully and as ruthlessly as I could; I wanted to master her. She arched her back and raised my body higher as she experienced a shattering climax at the same time that I unloaded an imperial gallon of cum inside of her.

I collapsed on top of her pinning her to the car seat. She wrapped her legs around me trapping me in my turn. We lay for a few minutes and then disengaged and sat up. My head flopped back onto the seat back. Hers lolled onto my shoulder. No words were said, none were needed.

We dressed and made to go back down into the Valley.

I keyed the ignition and stopped before turning the key. "That was good," I said.

"It certainly was," she said.

We were quiet on the way back. I wondered where if anywhere our little date might lead.

Pulling up in front of her condo building, I leaned back and looked her in the eye. "You doing anything this Saturday," I asked.

"Seeing you, I think," she said. "But isn't it your weekend with the girls?" 

"Yes, and that's the point. I want them to meet you," I said. My meaning was clear. This night had changed a lot of things. I didn't have a mother to take her home to meet, but I did have twin girls.

She nodded her understanding. "You sure, AJ? I mean are you really sure?" she said. "We really haven't gotten to know each other all that well."

"Yes, we have. The only question I will ever have for you is the one I should have insisted on with Jasmine," I said.

"What question?" she said.

"Can you remain faithful to me? It's the only thing that matters when all is said and done, because it's the only mistake that there is no forgiveness for, at least for me," I said.

"Are you asking me to marry you?" she said, kinda smiling.

"Yes."

"The answer is yes. After the divorce is final of course."

I showed up that Friday evening at Jasmine's house—that's the way I thought of it now, to pick up the girls. I waited out front. Jasmine came out first. She wanted to talk.

"How are you?" she said, surprising me with her tone.

"Why do you care," I shot back not caring if she liked it or not.

"You hate me don't you?' she said. 

"I hate what you did to me, and to us. You're a cheater, so is the asshole. I saw him looking through the window at me when I drove up. He's still here shacking up with you isn't he?"

She gave me her patented pissed off look.

"But, to answer your question, I mean do I hate you. Pretty much, but the pain is less and less each day. The good news is, at least to me, that I am absolutely certain that you two will be cheating on each other before long, and I'll be there to gloat. Just as you two did to me, you know, when you finally lowered the boom on me. 

And, dearie, I will gloat," I said.

"AJ, I didn't gloat! I really didn't didn't want to hurt you. My gawd! can't you accept that," she said."

Accept what? Are you apologizing?"

"Okay, yes, you deserve at least that. I apologize. I made a cuckold out of you and I have felt bad about it ever since."

"Thank you, at least that's something." I decided to try for something I'd been thinking about. 

"You know after the divorce is final. I'm supposed to have the girls for summers. Why can't I have them now. I mean it is summer, even though the divorce isn't final yet," I said.

She looked me with a question in her eyes, no, it was suspicion. 

"At least they wouldn't be exposed to you shacking up with a man who is not your husband. And, I promise you, no woman will be staying over at my house until after I marry her, if ever I do," I said. "I will not set that kind of example for my girls."

"AJ, I can do more for them..."

"Because of your money? That has nothing to do with raising babies. It only has to do with physical comfort and ego," I said.

"I'll tell you what," she said. "We'll lay it out to them and ask them. How's that," she said.

After how the girls had reacted the last time, I was concerned. What if they just didn't want to stay with me. What if the glitz of their mother's money, and for that matter that of her boss, was more than they, being young, could resist. Well, we'd see just how deep their love for their 'ole dad was.

"Okay, yes," I said. "Do you want me there when we lay it out or do you want to do the asking? I'll leave it up to you."

"I'll do it. I'd really rather avoid any possible scene. But, I promise to try and not show any preference. Okay?"

"Good for me," I said. "Can you do it now? I can wait," I said. I knew I was pushing it, but hell, I hadn't been really rational for some time.

"Now?"

"Yes, it ain't rocket science. It's just moving the calendar up a bit. I miss them a ton, and the divorce won't be final until December. You'll have them back when school starts next month, anyway, regardless," I said. "I mean if they agree to it."

"Okay, I guess, I can ask them now." She turned and walked back up to the house. She looked back at me just before going in. Her look was one of—something.

I got out of the car and walked over the tree in the parkway to get into the fading shade. It was late afternoon, but the sun was still warming the air pretty good, and I felt like stretching my legs a little.

It was almost half an hour later that Jasmine came out—without the girls. She came up to me as I leaned against the tree.

"AJ, they said that they'd rather stay here until next summer. They cried. They're afraid you won't understand. They do love you. But, this has been their home. Their friends come here. They..."

I guess the look on my face reflected the shattering of the heart within me. "I—I have to go. I just can't—please, tell the girls daddy still loves them." My tears of disappointment betrayed me. I started crying big time. I ran to my car, got in and drove off. That was it. My old family was gone forever. I'd have to get on with my life and forget them all. 

Geezsus, Tanya would be coming tomorrow expecting to share the day with me and the girls. Well, I hoped she'd still want to share it with me. But, in the state I was in, it was going to be very iffy.

When I got home the phone was ringing.

"Yes?"

"AJ, this is your weekend with the girls. Why did you run off. AJ, you have to be an adult here. I mean the girls love you..."

"Stop, Jasmine. It is clear that the girls love your money more than they love me. Or maybe it's just you more than me. I won't be around anymore. I will be getting on with my life. You have a good one, you hear. 

"We had some good days too, Jas, I thank you for those."

"AJ, what are you saying! You can't cut them off like that. They're your babies," she said.

"No, clearly they're yours, and I guess his now. Treat them right. Goodbye, Jas."

I hung up. I had never felt so low in my whole life.

******

"Did he buy it?" asked her lover.

She nodded. "Yes, and he's hurt. I feel like shit doing that to him. He loves those girls. I betrayed him, and now he's thinking that they did too."

"If you hadn't gotten him out of the picture you would be fighting him over everything forever. He'll be better off. Now, he can get on with his life and not have to worry about children getting in his way," said Roger.

"I doubt that he'd think of it that way," said Jasmine.

"Look, be practical. Those girls stand to inherit your grandmother's estate now that she has died, I mean now, that her own children have passed on too. How much did you say it's worth?"




Jasmine and Achilles Jones



"Twenty million," said Jasmine. 

"Yes, and do you want him influencing how they spend that cash or having a say in how it's controlled?"

"Well, no. But, I don't think he would care about the money. He really has no respect or desire for money at all."

"Exactly. He would be the last one you'd want messing with the kids' inheritance.

"You know he really isn't out of the picture. Maybe he is temporarily, but he will have remorse and be right back her wanting to have his weekends," she said. He's just upset at the moment.

"Maybe, but if he stays away for a while, a good lawyer and a friendly judge might find a way to minimize things in that regard," said Roger.

She nodded her agreement with his logic, but she was feeling more than a little guilty about her actions. She also felt a foreboding she couldn't quite put her finger on.

"What are we going to tell the girls? They're going to wonder why he wasn't here to take them to his house for the weekend," said Jasmine.

"Tell them the truth. Tell them their dad is not coming to take them this weekend, and then just play it one weekend et cetera at a time. Pretty soon they'll get the message and not worry about it anymore," he said.

"The truth? That's only half of the truth," she said. 

"Just tell them, Jasmine. It's for the best, the best for everybody, even AJ."

******

I sat in the front room, a glass half full of Smirnoff blue label in my right hand resting on the arm of the couch. The phone had rung a dozen times, but I'd let it ring. I didn't want to talk to anyone. Whoever it was could leave a message or forget it. Forgetfulness was good, I thought.

Things had taken such a down turn. My girls, why had they done this to me. I was always there for them; she, their mother, never was. I guess the allure of money and the things that it could buy for them was too much. I thought I'd taught them better than that. I guess I had not.

Tanya would be over early, maybe 9:00AM tomorrow. What should I tell her, how could I tell her. The truth I supposed, the cold hard truth.

How long I slept I didn't know, but the clock on the wall said 4:00AM. My stomach was about roiling: too much Smirnoff blue. I decided to shower.

******

"Mom?" said Marie.

"I'm afraid so," said Jasmine. "He's just too busy this weekend, I guess." I'm sure next month it will be different. He asked me to tell you he was sorry."

The sisters looked at each other with stony faces. They were conflicted. They'd stayed with their mother instead of their dad because they thought she needed them more. They'd talked it over, and made the hard decision. And it had worked too. Their mother was there for them more. True, they realized now, they had neglected their dad, but he understood, they were sure of that. But—did he really?

"I don't know Tina," said Marie, a half hour later. "It's what she said. I told you a dozen times."

"We could call him. We have to call him!" said Tina.

"I tried, lotsa times," said Marie. "He isn't answering. I guess mom is right; he's just too busy." Marie began to tear up. Tina followed suit. They held each other.

"I was going to ask mom if we could stay over at dad's for the week," said Tina, between sobs. "I just can't stand being around butthead anymore. I think the asshole wants to pork us."

"What!!" said Marie.

"You've seen the way he looks at us. He's always hanging around the bathroom when we take our showers," said Tina. "He's always got an erection when we come out and he doesn't even try to hide it. You can't tell me you haven't noticed."

Marie looked at her. "Yeah, I guess I have, but Dad would kill him!"

"Would he? He's not here for us now," said Tina. "Oh Marie, what are we going to do?" said Tina stifling yet more tears.

******

The morning dawned nice and warm. Well nothing else was going right, so maybe having a nice day would at least be something to cheer about.

I saw her car pulling up. Tanya got out. She had a grocery bag with her. How was I going to deal with her? I opened the front door for her before she had a chance to knock.

"Hi lady," I said, my voice betraying my upset.

She looked at me funny. "Something wrong, AJ?"

"Oh no, my wife is shacking up with an asshole, my kids don't even want to be with me on weekends anymore, and I'm coming down with a cold. But, the weather's nice," I said.

"What? What's that you said? I mean about the kids," she said.

"The short version?"

She nodded.

"I went to get them last night, and they opted not to come," I said. "I probably won't be going back there again. I guess my ex has managed to turn them against me."

"Oh, AJ, I am so sorry. But—I have to tell you, AJ, I have a lot of experience with this sort of thing; and I do not believe that your girls don't want to be with you, spend time with you," she said.

"Well, they're not here," I said. "Search the place if you like. 

"I asked Jasmine if I could start my summers with them now. She went in and asked them. Then, I got the news that they didn't even want to come with me for the weekend. It hurt, Tanya, it hurt a lot." I started to choke up.

"Who gave you the news?" said Tanya.

"Huh?"

"Who told you that they, the girls, didn't want to send the weekend with you?"

"Uh—Jasmine. She came back out and announced that they would rather stay home this weekend, and that an early start to my summers was out." I said.

I looked at the woman across from me, and I thought I detected a kind of—nasty—smile. I couldn't read it or her.

"So, you didn't hear it from the girls?"

"No."

"And you never saw either of them?"

"No," I repeated.

"AJ, it is such a cliché. Those girls and you have been sandbagged by your soon to be ex, and maybe the asshole, as you refer to him. I'd bet a month's income on it, and I make a lot of money, AJ."

I began to feel—taken!

"At any rate, I am going to look into it. Something is definitely rotten in the state of Denmark," she said.

******

Tanya and I made a day of it. I had been down, really down; but she had a way of giving me hope. In fact I think that I was beginning to feel the first pangs of sympathy for my enemies, because, if the two baddies were screwing me around; then, they had awakened a monster that would have their collected asses in the proverbial sling.

Of all places, after having breakfast at Denny's—I always liked Denny's breakfasts—Tanya and I went to the zoo, just the two of us. It was her idea. She thought it would raise my still shaken spirits. She was right. I especially loved the black Jaguar; it reminded me of Tanya.

After returning from the zoo, we went to her place and proceeded to do things, that were so athletic, that I was sure they could get a receptive hearing from the International Olympic Committee. Gawd! she was good. I was so hot I rimmed her butt for twenty minutes before taking it. She mooed and oohhed and aahhed with the pleasure of being so adored.

******

Monday afternoon I got a call from her to come to her office. She had some information for me. Arriving, I could see from her expression that she was feeling real good. Good for me not for the enemy.

"You know a great grandmother named Rachel Parker?" she asked.

"Yes," I said. It's one of Jasmine's grands. I met her a couple of times. Nice old gal. She and Jas never got along very well. Seems that Jasmine's mother stole some family heirlooms. So the old lady said at any rate, and that Jasmine was in on it. Anyway, what about her?"

"Well, she died," said Tanya.

"Really? I didn't know. That's a shame. I think that Jasmine must feel pretty bad about it in spite of the differences between them," I said.

"Yeah, well, I wouldn't know about that, but she left twenty million dollars, not to Jasmine, but to the twins!" said Tanya.

"What! How do you know? How did you find out," I managed.

"AJ, there is no doubt about it; Jasmine is trying to get control of that money. And, you gotta know her boyfriend is in on the plan. That's why she wants you out of the girls' lives. If you're gone, she has a clear shot at the cash, or at least a big chunk of it," said Tanya.

I shook myself. I couldn't get my head around the facts as they came at me from Tanya. "Tanya, I don't want the money. I want it in trust for the girls for when the complete college."

"You are entitled to $100,000 dollars a year to take care of the girls and their needs; you and Jasmine that is. The payments are to continue until the girls reach majority and can claim the money."

"Tanya, I mean I literally don't want the money, not a penny, not ever. And, I don't want the girls to have it either until they finish college. I want them to be able to think before they spend; otherwise they'll end up like some of these mindless celebs we hear about none of whom can find their pretty pink butts with both hands and a road map. You gotta help me out here, Tanya, you're the lawyer," I said, "do something!"

"I can try. But first things first. We have to get the girls back into your life, and I have a plan," she said.

******

The stranger entered the house with a key. Everyone was gone, but he wasn't there to see anyone; he was there to gather evidence. Not evidence for court, though that might turn out to be a possibility at some point, but evidence nonetheless.

The little brown satchel he carried seemed to weigh him down, but not overly so. Inside he mounted the stairs to the master bedroom. 

Removing a number of things from the satchel he went about his business. He remained in the house for a total of sixteen minutes and left as he had come, quietly and in no hurry.

"Yes, AJ, he's done," said Tanya. "Every word will be recorded and transmitted here in real time. I'm betting that we won't have to wait long to get what we need."

"I sure hope you're right. I don't want that miserable asshole and their mother to get away with this. The money I would have given her, but she is trying to turn my children against me; for that there is no forgiveness."

Tanya nodded. "Okay, big boy, go home. I'll call you when we have anything." I didn't go home; I had to work, but she knew that. I guess in a way the Head Trip was my home. My cell rang at a quarter past ten.

"We've got it." Ducking out from work, I arrived at her office fifteen minutes later.

She smiled and waved me to a seat. "AJ, it's kinda embarrassing. If you want I can just tell you about it, rather than have you have to listen to it," said Tanya.

I slowly shook my head. I needed to hear it. She turned on the player.

"Roger, I am feeling bad about this. If AJ gets wind of any of it we're screwed just as we deserve to be," said Jasmine.

"No time to worry about little dick now, Jas. He hates me, for no real reason, and I think he is beginning to hate you too," said Roger.

"But the girls—they're in a truly blue funk over their dad not being around. I am pretty sure that they will try to contact him soon if they haven't already. If he takes the time to listen to them, and granted I know him and he is probably too stubborn to do so, but if he did, he'd figure it out in no time," said Jas.

"All we have to do is get by the reading on Monday. If he's not there, according to the conditions your grandma set out; he's out of the picture, and we're home free," said Roger.

"I don't..."

"But, you may have a point," said Roger. "We have to make sure that he misses that reading and signing. You have to play up to him," he said.

"Huh?"

"Meet him. Tell him how bad you feel. Tell him you'll work with the girls to get them to stay with him for the summer. Tell him it's just awful the way things have gone. You know, use your imagination. But get him to feel better and not too confrontational. Tell him he needs to be patient. Tell him to give you a week; it's all we need."

Listening, I felt myself die inside. Not only were they trying to come between me and my girls over money; they were conspiring to do it as cold-bloodedly as anything I had ever heard of.

I got the call the following morning. Jasmine wanted to talk. I felt the acid build up in my stomach. My wife, the woman I had loved, protected, and adored for years was not only betraying me a second time, she was doing it for reasons of pure greed. Did I ever really know her? It was clear I had not.

"I am so glad you agreed to come," said Jasmine.

I nodded. She'd been there two minutes, and already I had a hard time dealing with her.

"AJ, I know how bad you must feel about the girls. But, they are just children really. Give me a week, and I will have them convinced that they should be with you the rest of this summer just as you suggested," she said.

I had to give her credit. She was smooth. Money was her life's blood. Without it she couldn't function in any meaningful way. Try as I might, even after all of this time, time being married to her, I still didn't actually understand her. 

"I hope you're right," I said dissembling. "I really miss my babies. I miss you too, if it comes to that. I mean what we had. There is a lot of water under the bridge, and it has carried with it a lot of dreams. I hope you'll be happy. I really do." I was laying it on thick. I was hoping she would feel some smidgen of remorse for all of the subterfuge and betrayal she had laid on me and now the girls. She did look startled for the briefest of moments. But, she recovered nicely and just nodded her assent. 

I had to get out of there. I said my goodbye and was about to leave when she stepped to me and planted a kiss on my cheek. It was a nice touch.

******

The girls were scheduled for a practice that Friday afternoon. Tanya contrived to be there—without me. She had the tape with her. The girls didn't know her very well, but she was a very persuasive lady. Pulling them aside, as they exited the field, she was very friendly; and fortuitously Jasmine was late. She said she had something they had to hear. She played them the tape.

It was but an hour later that she called me to come to her office.

I was nervous. "Okay? Well?" I said.

She broke into a smile. "They heard, they cried, they are very angry. They will play along until Monday. They will be at the reading, and so will we. But, we will be just a little late in arriving. Frankly, I can't wait for Monday to come," she said.

"Me either," I said.

******

It was Saturday, and I was off. I was meeting Jasmine later at the Head Trip, but I had to get some groceries and a few other things at the local super. Karen Olson came up in line behind me.

"Hi AJ. How yuh doin'," she asked.

"Karen! Okay. You?" I said.

"Good too. Your girls have a game later, right?" she said.

"Yeah, I guess," I said.

"You going?"

"Doubt it. I'm busy. But, why are you...?"

"Oh, I know it's none of my business. But my invitation is still open, AJ. I know a man like you has—needs," she said.

I looked at her and started to stutter. "Karen, I can't—don't—I mean you're very pretty, but—"

"Don't sweat it, AJ. I'm not pushing, just reminding you. You do have options."

Talk about the unexpected! I wondered if Karen had an agenda. She'd always been Jasmines pal. I wondered.

******

I did not go to the game. The girls had been given a heads up by Tanya and didn't expect me. Jasmine and her partner in crime were hoping I wouldn't come, so I made their day too. Everybody was happy. Now it was just two more days to the big show. I was filled with a mixture of emotions. On the one hand, I had been married to a woman I thought I knew for many years, and now she was trying to screw me over for money. On the other hand, I was elated that the plot she and her lover had hatched was about to bite 'em in the ass. Regardless of any emotions of mine, those of the other team were going to be much longer lasting come Monday.

*****

Monday was a gray day. It promised rain, but so far the elements had held off. Tanya had discovered that the reading was to happen at 9:00. We were parked around back at 8:30 munching on breakfast Macs and sipping coffee.

At 8:50 Jasmine's car pulled into the courthouse lot. She was smiling, as was her henchman. The girls were with her too. I saw Marie look around. She was no doubt trying to spot us or my car. She did and she smiled, but she quickly wiped it off and followed the dynamic duo inside. 

I was glad Jasmine was happy. The happier she was now the less guilty I would feel after I destroyed her—and him.

At 9:00 straight up, Tanya waved me out of the car and we strode into the courthouse. She asked the security man where to go, and we headed the way he indicated. The judge was just being seated when we came in. 

Jasmine looked around, and her smile faded like jeans in an acid wash.

She sat with her mouth open for several seconds before nudging the preoccupied asshole to look in our direction. I smiled and waved.

The proceeding went smoothly. The girls asked the judge to assign me as executor and gave their reasons—that they had been prevented from seeing me by a calculating and devious pair of adulterer—my words, their meaning. They got their way. Jasmine's protestions sounded so hollow, I think even she felt remorse for what she'd attemped. Roger just scowled and leved hate filled glances at me.

We filed out. The girls were with me. Jasmine tried to intervene and catch them up. She pulled me aside waving off Roger and Tanya. She evidently wanted to talk to me alone. 

We walked a little distance down the corridor. "It's my time with them, AJ. You get them your weekend next month," she said.

"Ask them" I said.

"I don't need to. The divorce agreement says they're mine for the rest of the month," she said. She was sure full of herself.

"Tell you what, Jas. We'll go back to the divorce judge. Let him listen to you and dickhead over there conspire against me, and by inference the girls, and see what comes of it. Wanna chance it?" I said.

She looked daggers at me. "Okay, but, AJ—"

"Save it Jas. Take your fellow conspirator there home and fuck him. Maybe it'll make up for all of the money you're not going to be able to steal," I said.

"AJ, I was not going to come between you and the girls. I could never do that. Roger wanted me to, but I would not let it happen, really," she said.

"Maybe, Jas, but I don't trust you. You're a liar and a cheater. And frankly, I don't know which is worse."

"When will I get to see the girls again," she said. She apparently realized that she had no cards to play, so sweet reasonableness was going to be her new modus operandi.

"You can see them any time. They will be staying with me permanently, and no arguments, Jas. One thing: he will never be allowed around them, not ever. Am I clear?"

She nodded. I could see she was tearing up. She went back to him and they left. Tanya joined me dragging along the girls.

"Well, what now?" said Tanya. 

"Yeah dad?" chorused the girls.

"We eat!" I said, feeling better than I had in a long time.

******

Things settled into a groove, and Jasmine managed to see the girls almost every week. I was surprised by her genuineness. Over time we were once more on speaking terms if not actually friends. 

Butthead dumped her soon after the court hearing. He grew tired of the same pussy day after day I guess.

Tanya and I were an item, and she agreed to a date to marry me some six months after the hearing.

******

Jasmine quit her job at the agency. She couldn't stand to be around the guy who had not only dumped her, but had almost cost her her place with her children. 

She met a guy who worked for a car dealership; he was a mechanic. I smiled at that. He was never going to be a millionaire, but if she played her cards right, she might figure out what happiness was really all about; I genuinely hoped so for her sake.




Jasmine and Achilles Jones



Oh, and shock of shocks, Karen Olson had been hanging out at the Head Trip since I'd last seen her in the market. I had assumed it was to see me, and maybe make it with me. In fact I was sure that was the case. Well, I was sure that is, until Drew, my boss, pulled me aside and asked me to be best man at their wedding! The look on my face could not have been anything but humorous as hell, at least not to Drew. I told him I'd be glad to. The irony? Jasmine was going to be maid of honor. East may be east and west may be west, but some of the time the twain sure as hell do meet.



Jasmine And Her Older Neighbor



It was the start of summer, school was out for the year and Jasmine had just graduated, she turned 18 a few months ago, and had the entire summer free before starting university. Her plans included doing very little work, and laying out in the sun working on her tan. Of course there would be parties all through the summer to attend, and hopefully many boys to have fun with. Jasmine was not a young innocent, but did not possess a lot of sexual experience either. This would be the summer she learned more about sex then she could have imagined, and it started day one of summer vacation right in her own back yard.

"Hey Jasmine, congratulation on graduating!" Henry Thomas yelled across the fence separating his yard from Jasmine's parents. Henry was in is 60's, tall and distinguished looking, he had kept himself in good shape over the years, so did not look his age at all. Henry's wife had passed away about 6 months ago, and he lived alone in the house they had shared.

"Oh hey Mr Thomas, thanks" jasmine looked up from the chair she was laying in and waved over to him.

"Seeing a young lady like you laying out her bikini sure does make yard work more fun" Henry said followed by a whistle of approval and a hearty laugh.

Jasmine was embarrassed at first, then kind of excited knowing he had looked her over. She was petite, had a nice firm lean body, she did not have big breasts like so many guys lusted after, but she made it up with a spectacular ass. She would see out of the corner of her eyes or reflections in shop windows, guys staring at her ass as she walked downtown, it always excited her. Laying there on her stomach, she was certain old Henry has checked it out, that thought brought a big smile to her face.

"Then i expect to see you out her trimming or whatever you do over there, every day this summer, cause this is all i intend on doing" she laughed a little as she looked over at Henry.

"Yep a great summer" he said laughing as he walked away and into his house.

Jasmine felt a twinge between her legs and thought to herself he is an old man why would i get excited about some old guy checking me out, with no answer immediately forthcoming she laid her head down and drifted off until the timer went off signaling her to go inside and get ready to go out tonight.

Gathering up her towel, and lotions, she headed inside. On her way to her house she thought she saw Henry in an upstairs window with something in his hand, but looking again without sunglasses on no one was there, she thought she imagined it and headed in.

The next few weeks went by with the usual routine, Jasmine's parents would head off to work, she would wake up around noon, throw on her bikini and head outside to lay in the sun for a few hours. Just like clockwork as soon as she was outside she could hear Henry's back door open and hear him walking around next to the fence trimming, cutting and checking her out. They made small talk on occasion, but always just yelling across the yard. Today though Jasmine decided she wanted to talk to him face to face, so she got up and walked over to the fence. laying her arms on the fence she could see Henry kneeling down with his back to her digging at some weeds.

"Boo!!" she yelled rather loudly at Henry

"What!" he exclaimed falling backward having been shocked out of his concentration.

"You should not do that to an old guy, give me a heart attack" he said as he laid there on his back looking up at Jasmine in her white bikini.

"Sorry just wanted to see what you were doing, i am bored, plus you look to be in great shape no worries about having a heart attack" jasmine replied with a flirty smile.

Henry took a few seconds to get up and come stand face to face with Jasmine, all the while his eyes were scanning her body, from her lean firm legs, up to her bikini covered pussy. Thinking to himself as small as the bottom piece is surely she must shaved, and felt a twinge in his cock as he imagined it. His eyes worked their way up her flat belly across her small but firm breasts, yes she was something to see he thought.

"So how is your summer going young Jasmine? Parties? plenty of young guys chasing you?"

"Well you know I am very popular" she said before giggling and touching his hand. "No Mr Thomas no young guys after me, they do not seem to like me, maybe i need someone older" she said looking into his eyes and smiling.

"You never know that could be the love of your life" Henry said, "and call me Henry, Mr Thomas sounds too formal"

"okay Henry, how has your summer been? what do you do in that big house all alone every night?"

"I have some poker buddies over a few nights a week, rest of the time i stay busy, a lot of nights i am on-line playing card games and chatting with people all over the world"

"cool i love to chat also, all my friends are on-line, you can add me if you want jasmine18 is my chat name on yahoo"

"I will add you" Henry said but before he could add anything else Jasmine was off to gather her things and head inside. He stood there watching her walk away, watching her young body, and tight ass move across the lawn, "i am a dirty old man" he thought to himself, but that did not stop him from staring as she bent over to gather her towel. He thought she definitely bent over a long time gathering it, could she be giving him a show?

     A couple nights later jasmine was at a party, she knew a lot of the people, but there were many that she did not recognize. She moved about the party, drinking some wine, making conversations, until she met Doug. Doug was a couple years older then Jasmine, and have been away studying at university. They chatted about university life, what was it like, etc. Doug asked her to dance, they went out on the patio under the lights and started dancing. The DJ put on a slow song mix and Doug pulled Jasmine close to dance. It was nice being in a man's arms again, it had been six months since Jasmine had been with anyone. She could feel his chest against hers, his hands on her back rubbing her back as their bodies swayed to the music. Doug slide his hand down to Jasmine's lower back, onto the top of her ass. The anticipation of his hand sliding further to cup her ass sent a small jolt of electricity through Jasmine. She could feel herself getting excited and the prospect of having sex. The song went on and Doug just left his hand at the top of Jasmine's ass. Maybe he is shy she thought to herself as the song came to it's conclusion. 

Standing there on the dance floor looking at each other it was Jasmine who broke the ice.

"Do you want to go somewhere more private?.

Doug looked at her and realizing he was still holding her hands, he opened his hands and released hers. Looking into her eyes he replied, "I would love to any other time, but the thing is I am dating someone else, so I am afraid it will just have to be a dance."

"That is great, she is a lucky woman" Jasmine said trying to fake a smile over her disappointment.

They both made some small talk before parting ways, Jasmine looked around the party at the other available men and decided it was just not her night. She slipped out of the party and drove home thinking to herself, "great another night horny as hell, and no one around."

Jasmine arrived back home and went right to her bedroom, but was way too awake to sleep. Undressing and throwing just a robe on she turned on her laptop, deciding that chatting would help her out tonight. Not long after signing on a message from Henry_60 popped up, Jasmine did not recognize the name at first and was going to delete it but decided to read it. 

"Good evening Jasmine, how are you doing?" the message stated. 

"Hmmm he knows my name" she thought, typing the reply "hello who is this?"

The answer popped back instantly, "you neighbor Henry silly" followed by a smiley face.

"Oh i did not recognize the name, hey how r u?" she typed back

"Doing fine, just sitting here paying bills and chatting. How has your evening been jasmine?"

"hmmm not that good"

Henry asked her why it was not good and eventually Jasmine told him about Doug and making a fool out of herself by asking him to go someplace alone. Henry tried to ensure her that she should not be embarrassed, and then added - "I could not imagine ever turning down a request to leave with you."

"Awww that is so nice, so you would not kick me out of bed" Jasmine typed giggling while she awaited his reply.

"Dear Jasmine I would walk over fire to just be able to kiss you"

As the thought of kissing her neighbor ran through her mind Jasmine felt her hand slip under the robe and casually starting to stroke her wet pussy. Her fingers running up and down delicately, teasing herself she prepared her reply.

"and, what would you do to see me naked?" she typed as her fingers continued the teasing.

"Anything you desire my dear, anything you desire" Henry typed back, sitting in his office chair stroking his hardening cock.

"Hmmm I want you to invite me over and make me dinner for start" Jasmine replied with a winking smiley face.

"That is can arrange, dinner, and a surprise!" 

"Hmmm what is the surprise?" she inquired.

"You will have to wait and find out, otherwise it would not be a surprise. You will enjoy it forever! Now let's see you naked!!" Henry typed.

He had called her on her dare, jasmine thought to herself as her fingers slide inside her pussy bringing herself to near climax.

"Okay, look for me in the window of my dad's office, i know it looks into your house's office" she typed and scurried off to her dad's office with the laptop in hand.

Turning on one small lamp so Henry could see in but not see her totally, Jasmine started to type a new message to Henry.

"I am ready are you?" she sent the message to him.

"Yes, open the curtain so i can see you"

Jasmine moved the laptop next to the window so she could still chat with Henry, and slowly parted the curtains. Standing there in her white robe, she looked over and saw Henry sitting back in his office chair. He has a small light on also, she could see his face pretty well but rest of body she could barely make out.

"Ready for me old man?" she typed

"Yes let me see what you have lol"

Standing there in front of the open window the excitement was unbearable. Here she was getting ready to expose herself to her neighbor, a neighbor that is old enough to be her grandfather and her pussy was practically dripping with excitement. Grabbing a hold of her robe she slowly opened it exposing her slim body to Henry. Standing there she let the robe drop and stood before the window with nothing on. Turning slowly she showed him her back and ass. Turning back to face him again she looked over at the laptop and read his comments.

"MMMMMMMMM Jasmine you are exquisite, so perfect , so beautiful"

"Oh yes what an ass you have my dear"

"OMG you are going to make an old man cum!"

The last comment sent a shock through her, and her fingers slipped down to finger fuck her pussy. Fingers going in and out as she stood in front of the window, She looked over and could see Henry laying back in his chair stroking what looked to be a pretty sizable cock. She fingered her pussy faster, her other hand holding herself up against the window, her eyes on Henry and his cock. Not much time passed before she felt herself starting to cum. Face against the window moaning she came hard on her fingers, looking over she could see that Henry was also cumming. Collapsing into her dad's chair she pulled the curtains closed. Laying there in the chair she came again, this time squirting from the powerful orgasm, mostly fueled by the excitement of exposing herself to Henry.

Finally slowing down after a couple orgasms, and with a mess on the floor and on dad's chair. Jasmine looked over at the laptop. Henry had typed many messages asking if she was okay.

"I am fine, just coming down from well a couple powerful orgasms" she typed with a blushing face.

"great, i am so glad, i thought i had upset you when you saw me stroking myself"

"No not at all, it was ummmm very exciting"

The thought of him cumming while he looked at her excited Jasmine and she started playing with her pussy some more. She realized she needed to clean up the office and get to bed she stopped playing and typed a goodbye to Henry.

"Thanks for an exciting evening, c'ya soon" she sent her message and logged out of chat.

 The next week Jasmine did not see Henry out in the yard or any sign of him in his house, he had gone to visit some friends for a few days after their late night adventure. It was still fresh in jasmine's mind each night as she went to bed. She would lay there and think of seeing Henry in his chair stroking his old cock while staring at her young body. The mere thought of being sexual with someone that much older than her had awakened strong lusty desires in her brain. She started planning how she would try to seduce him during the dinner he had promised to make her. She wondered what it would be like to give herself to someone old enough to be her grandfather. As she thought about all this her fingers would slide between her legs and play with smooth bald pussy, teasing it, playing with her clit. Then as images of being a young slut to an older man filled her head she would plunge a couple fingers into her tight pussy and finger fuck herself to a powerful orgasm.

When Henry got back from visiting Friends his first order of business was to send jasmine an email inviting her to come over for dinner sometime, and to collect her surprise. He waited her rely, which he received in person the next day. It was a hot day and Henry had much yard work to catch up on, so he got an early start while it was still tolerable weather. After being out in his yard for a few hours trimming and cutting he had just about had enough and was ready for a nice long shower. It was then that he heard the back door of Jasmine's house open and he turned to see her in her white string bikini carrying her tanning supplies out into the yard, He stood and watched her walk to the lounge chair, bend over and place her supplies on the table beside the lounge. He remembered that night seeing her naked, her small breasts, flat tummy, bald pussy and her peachy ass. He could feel his cock growing under the shorts he had on. Jasmine turned around and smiled at Henry before starting to walk over the shared fence.

"Hello neighbor, long time since I have seen you!" she called out as she leaned over the fence.

"yes, I have been gone visiting friends that last week, but back now, did you miss me?"

"Ummmm very much so, neighborhood is no fun without you old man!" she replied in a teasing tone of voice.

"I know how you feel, nothing exciting or stimulating to look at where i was" Henry said with a wink

"Did you get my email invite for dinner?" he asked

"yes i did and this Saturday would be perfect, mom and dad going away for the weekend, so the place is all mine, they will not know if i stay out all night" her reply delivered with a lowering of sunglasses, a wink, and a smile. "But what is my surprise, you have to tell me!!"

"Ah my dear you will have to wait to receive it, but i guarantee you will always remember it, it will change your life forever. Now I must leave you and clean myself up, see you Saturday" and just like that he was gone into his house, leaving Jasmine to ponder what could the surprise be.

  Saturday night finally arrived, an entire week spent wondering what Henry's surprise was, maybe he was leaving all his money to me Jasmine had thought many times. Maybe it was some fancy meal he was preparing, or when she was feeling naughty she envisioned him surprising her with some sexual position that he had learned over the years, one that would leave her shaking and begging for more.

Jasmine showered, shaved, and got dressed for her dinner date. She chose a jeans min-skirt and white top, underneath she wore no bra, and a nice white lacy thong. she was ready and excited as she walked up and ran Henry's doorbell.

"Come in young Jasmine" Henry smiled and waved with his arms letting her in. He was wearing trousers and a white shirt, looking very dapper. He motioned for her to follow him to the living room where he proceeded to pour a couple glasses of wine. Jasmine took her glass and sat down on the end of the sofa. Henry chose the chair across from the sofa and they started chatting about the day, how nice it was outside, etc. All the while they sipped the wine and he got up to pour some more. Jasmine was feeling very mellow and maybe a slight tipsy after a couple glasses of wine, she started talking more animatedly and of course started flirting more with Henry.

"What is my surprise Henry?" she asked coyly

"All thing come in time my dear. First let's eat something" Henry motioned towards the table.

The table was all set for dinner, Henry pulled Jasmine's chair out and helped her get seated. He left returning with a couple salads fore them to eat. Both of them picking at the salads, more interested in what the evening had in store then in eating a lot. By the time of the main course anticipation was running high in both of them. Between bites of his chicken Henry felt Jasmine's bare foot touching his calf.

"Sure you can't tell me what my surprise is" She said running her foot up and down Henry's leg and smiling a seductive smile.

"Almost there my dear, as soon as we finish this course it will all be revealed"

Shoving the last little bite of her chicken into her mouth and finishing it jasmine yelled "Done! give me the present"

Henry just laughed and shook his head and began clearing the table. Once everything had been put away he walked up to Jasmine and took her arm leading her to the stairwell. They climbed to stairs in silence Jasmine heart was beating, she had all kinds of erotic thoughts about what will happen next, her pussy was wet with anticipation.

Henry paused in front of a closed door. "Behind this door is the surprise, are you ready Jasmine?"

"Yes yes yes" was all she replied.

"okay but the rules are, if you enter you must stay, and do what i instruct, no turning back now"

A little puzzled by his words, not sure what do what i instruct meant, she nonetheless decided to go forward, she trusted Henry.

"okay let's go" Jasmine replied.

Opening the door Henry escorted her into a room that was dark. Once inside he reached and flipped the light switch. It took awhile for her to take in all that she was seeing, Jasmine looked around and saw a big king sized bed, chairs next to the bed to sit in. A big flat screen TV on one wall. The other wall was covered with various photos of women, mostly in bikini's, it took awhile for her to realize they were all photos of her in her backyard. She looked at them, they had been taken over the last summer, she recognized the various suits. In the middle was a collection of nude pics of her pressed against the window of her dad's office with her hand between her legs.

"What is all this?" she asked puzzled to Henry.

"This is my Jasmine shrine, the place i come to relax and pleasure myself. Tonight part of the surprise is to show you my shrine and then to make love to you surrounded by images of you" He replied

As weird as this was at first to her, she started to get more excited knowing that her neighbor had laid her in bed jerking off to images of her, it was rather kinky she thought.

Henry approached Jasmine and took her into an embrace, looking at each other he leaned in a kissed her. The kiss was tentative at first, but built up passion as it went, soon tongues were dancing. Both of their hands were roaming over each others back. Jasmine felt Henry's hands slip down and cup her ass, that sent a bolt of electricity right to her pussy. She was on fire now, there was no turning back it had been too long since she had been laid. She kissed Henry back and started grinding her hips against his, feeling his hard cock rubbing against her. They moved to the bed and started undressing each other. Henry laid her down across the bed with only her thong on. He slipped to the floor next to the bed on his knees. Reaching up he pulled her slowly across the bed by her legs. As she moved across the bed she felt him kissing and nibbling up her legs. Finally her legs were draped over his shoulders, his face between her legs, she could feel his hot breath on her thong covered pussy. His fingers grabbed the edge of the thong and pulled it aside, she felt his tongue on her pussy dragging up it slowly. Her ass came off the bed at the first touch. Henry used his tongue to cover her entire pussy, parting the lips, teasing her clit. then it found the opening and rimmed it slowly, this drove Jasmine crazy. She thought "no one has ever eaten me like this" as her breathing became hard. Henry sunk his tongue into her pussy, tongue fucking her. Jasmine's hips bucked with each plunge of his tongue. Henry's lips brushed her clit sending shock waves through her body. Jasmine's legs clamped tight around Henry's neck and she launched a powerful orgasm all over his eagerly lapping tongue. He ass was off the bed, hips bucking as she came and came.




Jasmine And Her Older Neighbor



When the orgasm had subsided she settled back down as Henry gently licked her clean.

"How was that my young Jasmine?"

"Omg intense" Jasmine uttered between breaths.

"No one has made me cum that hard, ever. My god i should have been with old guys all along" she said laughing between breaths.

"Glad you liked it, and glad you like older men, that is the second part of your surprise"

Just then the door opened and 3 of Henry's friends walked in and sat down in the chairs and on the bed. Jasmine grabbed for the covers and covered her nearly nude body up.

"What is this?" she asked Henry shocked

"My friends and I want to help you unlock your inner young slut. We want to make you our cum slut. Are you game Jasmine?"

Looking around at the faces in the room, they were all around Henry's age, good looking, all in shape. As much as she wanted to run out of there she also was getting excited at the prospect.

"I am not sure about this Henry" Jasmine said looking him in the eyes

"Trust me, you will love it, we wil be good for you, right guys?"

They all nodded in agreement, some spoke to ensure her that it would be fine. Henry had been sitting by Jasmine all the time, arm around her shoulder caressing her. She had not realized that he slipped part of the blanket off her and one of her breasts was exposed, She could see that the men all had erections, some of them were casually rubbing themselves and the all talked, This plus Henry's caresses and gentle kisses on the back of her neck started turning Jasmine on again. Soon she was on fire and all sense of worry left her. She dropped the rest of the blanket and pulled Henry down on the bed kissing and grinding against him She could hear the sound of zippers being undone and clothes being removed. Henry rolled over leaving Jasmine on her back alone on the bed, He got up and moved to a chair facing the bed.

There were suddenly three sets of hands on young Jasmine, some feeling her breasts, others running down her flat tummy. She felt one pair of hands removing her thong, and a body slide in-between her legs. She felt the head of a hard cock against her pussy pushing to get in. As wet as she had been , the cock slipped inside of her with ease and soon an old man was fucking her young pussy. Another cock was poking at her mouth, she opened it and the cock slide into her mouth. She started sucking it running her mouth up and down the long shaft. Hands were on her breasts, followed by a mouth sucking her nipples, teasing them,

The cock slammed in and out of her fucking her little tight pussy, she was feeling the approach of another powerful orgasm as the mouth on her breast took it all the way in and slowly puled off until just her nipple remained, it tugged her nipple just to the point of pain as the cock went deep in her. She moaned as best she could with a mouthful of cock as her orgasm came in waves. She could feel the man inside her cumming, as he moved in and out she felt the cum leaking down her ass. With a free hand she massaged the balls of the cock in her mouth, feeling the head swell in her mouth just as a new cock entered her pussy. The cock in her mouth exploded spewing forth a massive load into her mouth, most leaking out and down her chin.

The man fucking her was now the only one with her, she wrapped her legs around him tight and he rode her hard. She was lost in the feelings of being such a slut, cum dripping off her chin, running down her ass, getting fucked by a man older than her dad. She looked over and saw Henry sitting in the chair, his giant cock in his hand enjoying the show, She smiled and winked at Henry as his friend continued to fuck her. Looking into Henry' eyes she came again just as she felt the cock inside her explode. The man pulled out as he was cumming finishing off my cumming on her tummy, She felt the warm cum slowly roll off her tummy onto the bed.

Laying there on her back catching her breath she let the last waves of orgasm flush over her body. All alone on the bed she realized she had just been fucked by two men and sucked off another, and the funny thing was she felt no regret, it was as if they had truly tapped into her inner slut and she loved it,

Before she could relax totally, a couple of the men rolled her over onto her stomach and pulled her into doggy position. She looked back and saw Henry rise up out of his chair and walk towards her she tingled in anticipation. The anticipation turned to shock when she felt some lubrication being applied to her asshole, oh no he is going to fuck my ass she thought. She tried to protest and wiggle her hips away but she felt Henry's firm hand on her hips and his hand slap her ass. She tried to brace herself she had never had anal sex before. She felt the head of Henry's cock pushing against her ass, as he patiently pushed it in a few times. eventually her ass opened up and his head popped in. She felt both pain and pleasure as he pushed more of his cock in her ass. Soon most of his cock was in her and he slowly started moving in and out fucking her ass. Henry started a nice slow rhythm knowing being inside his neighbors tight virgin ass he would not last long. Henry eased his cock in and out of Jasmine's ass, Jasmine wincing and moaning with each thrust, she could not believe how it could hurt yet feel so good at same time, She could feel another orgasm building as she reached under and started rubbing her clit. Henry felt the oncoming orgasm and he pulled his cock out of Jasmine's ass, stroking it as he came all over her ass. a big pool of cum on her ass, dripping down her legs.

Jasmine exploded into another powerful orgasm as she felt Henry's warm cum on her ass. The orgasm lasted a while as she rubbed her clit. She fell down on her stomach worn out and kind of passed out from all the pleasure.

In her dream like state she could hear the sounds of a porno movie playing on the big screen TV at the foot of the bed, the old guys were now watching a porno she thought, do they ever rest? 

Rolling over and clearing her eyes she looked up and screen to see a guy fucking a woman, when the camera moved in she could see her face. They were watching a replay of the evenings activities. She looked back and saw four naked older men sitting in chairs, tugging on their cocks watching themselves fuck her.

Burying her head in the pillow Jasmine laid there on a bed covered with cum, her body sticky inside and out from the cum of four older men. Her ass was sore from the fucking Henry gave her. The weird thing about it was she was not ashamed, in fact she was the opposite, they had truly tapped into her inner slut, This was going to be a good summer she thought before drifting off to sleep.