0 comments/ 199584 views/ 1 favorites Peek-A-Boo By: LiXX This is a story of the first time I ever watched my Girlfriend with a black man. This is a true story, but names and places have been changed to protect the innocent. This happened when we were both 20 years old. It has always been a love of mine to watch my girlfriend tease, seduce and even have sex with other men. A love she has been willing to indulge on a number of occasions, much to my delight. Sharon has a nicely rounded body; petit at only 5'1 she was at the time a life drawing model for a prominent institution in the city near our home. Obviously she had the body to show off, and was happy to do it. It was at this job that she met David. David was the male model at the same institution. Sharon befriended him quickly, and soon they were meeting in town for coffee and lunches at least once a week. I must admit, I never saw anything further progressing between them, as David is quite a large, well built black 18 year old. Sharon had never shown any interest sexually in a black man before, and I had never really considered her trying anything with one. The first I found out about it was an excited phone call at about 11:45 PM, at my mother's house where I was visiting for 5 days in another city. "Hey baby!" she greeted me, in a quick whisper. "What's up?" I was afraid something was wrong. She sounded excited, almost panicky, "I have a visitor, and I think something naughty is going to happen…" Instantly I was hard. "Who is it?" I asked excitedly, "David… The other model from work… … The black guy…" She whispered back, "Do you want to do it?" I asked her, I never wanted to pressure her into something just for my enjoyment. "I'll see where things go, I have to go, and he's just in the bathroom. I'll see you tomorrow morning" Abruptly she hung up the phone and I was left wondering what my beautiful girlfriend was doing while I lay on my back and masturbated. The following morning I caught a flight back home, but this was delayed and I was transferred to another flight. This caused me to arrive back home about 10 hours late, and I had no way to contact Sharon and let her know where I was. When I pulled up outside our house in the taxi that evening, I noticed something odd; there was another car parked in the driveway – I don't know to this day why I did it, but instead of coming in the front door like I usually would have I walked around the back of the house and let myself in the back door. Closing the door quietly behind me I crept into the kitchen. Muffled murmurs and sounds of gentle movement were coming from the lounge room. On my hands and knees I crawled around the edge of the breakfast bar until I had a view of the lounge room and its occupants. My cock almost burst when I saw what was happening. Sharon was on the couch, naked. Her creamy white body was straddling the hips of a large black man. I was at their feet, so they could not see me, but I had an unobstructed view of a very large pair of very black testicles nestled between Sharon's creamy white cheeks. As I watched, Sharon rocked her body forward, and a very thick, rigid black penis slowly emerged from her gripping cunt. His ebony rod was glossy with her fluids as she rose off him. I couldn't believe how much cock my little girlfriend had jammed up her tight little pussy, this guy was BIG! I stifled a groan as the rim of his glans appeared between the lips of her rosy cunt – he was easily 10 inches long! In front of me he began to slide his massive penis in and out of her with long, and very deep strokes. He continued to pound at her for about 5 minutes like this, then his breathing became ragged and he plunged deep into her vagina, I saw the base of his penis swell and throb, and his testicles drew tight in their sack. I knew he was Cumming inside my girls hot little pussy as I was watching. I also came in my pants without even touching myself when I saw pearls of thick white semen well up around the junction of the black and white bodies. Sharon collapsed on top of him, and I snuck back out the back door as they dozed. To be continued? This is my first attempt at posting a story here. All constructive criticisms welcome. Tell me if you want to hear more. Peek-a-Boo I felt so good after I left The Sloan Institute I practically skipped as I walked back to my Lincoln. I hadn't felt so complete and satisfied in many years. I felt like a real woman again. Beautiful, hot and sexy as all get out. I also felt a tiny twinge of guilt for having fucked a man other than my husband for the first time in my life. I had his permission to do it. He was unable to have sex at all. I needed it really badly. Jefferson Sloan had opened a whole new world for me. I would never forget that sweet man. Here I was, just past fifty years old and in as good as shape as ever, I was unhappy, horny and angry about it. I had thirty years invested in my marriage and I still loved the guy. It was not his fault he had something wrong with him. It was not my fault either that I still needed sex. He told me to do what ever I needed, to do, just do it, so long as nothing in our relationship changed and he knew nothing about it. I didn't distrust Dave but to take no chances I recorded him saying he didn't care what I did with other men if he never heard about it. He knew better than to mess with me anyway. Jeff Sloan had invited me to a party at the institute on Friday afternoon at five. He said he wanted me to see the party as a way of getting sex with out endangering myself. He said they had a regular group of people, ten men and ten women, who met every Friday afternoon. One of the ladies had dropped out because her husband got transferred, so there was an opening. He said he would go with me the first time to see that I was comfortable with it before he left me. I was really not afraid because every thing he had told me I would like, I had loved. I knew he was right about this too! I told Dave, my husband, that I was going to a movie with a girl friend, which I often did, and he thought nothing of it. I gave my self an enema about three then showered. I wore a halter dress that showed my breasts nicely. I wore flat sandals, no panties. I checked myself in the mirror and decided I needed something a bit different. I quickly put my hair in a ponytail high on one side of my head, I used a metal ponytail clip and the effect was very nice. My hair still reached below my shoulders. I still wasn't happy so I slipped on a pair low platform high heeled wooden sandals. That was better, I slipped the flats in my bag to wear home. I punched my new code card in the door and it opened right up. I walked to the lounge area and Jeff hurried over to me. He held my hands and stood back and grinned at me. "Damn, girl, you look delicious. As always! I think I will just take you home and keep you to myself tonight." "Oh! Jeff you know I would love that. I will do what every you say." "Sweetie if you do not enjoy this that is what we will do. Oh! Come over here I want you to meet a couple of guys. This big handsome man is my son, Jeff, Junior, call him J.J.. The bigger young hunk beside him is his son Trey, Jeff Sloan, III. I couldn't believe my eyes, they all looked alike. Jeff, Junior squeezed my hand gently and smiled and said he was delighted to meet me. Trey hugged me and kissed my cheek. They were all so damned handsome I just didn't believe it. Trey took my arm and led me away saying he wanted to find me a drink at the bar. He was wearing white tennis shorts and a tight shirt. Wow! He looked as if he was very young. I ordered a small white wine and he had a lemonade. He walked me to a corner and told me he thought I was the sexiest woman he had ever seen. I know I blushed deep red and stammered something stupid. He grinned and insisted I was super sexy. He sat me on a couch and sat close to me, his hand gently rubbing my shoulder. "Honey, thank you very much, but I am old enough to be your grandmother." "I don't know how old you are, it doesn't matter, you are still beautiful and sexy as all hell. I can't wait to make love to you." "What?" "I am dying to have sex with you." "You have to be kidding me. Your grandfather would object wouldn't he?" "He sure did but he and Dad lost the draw for you. I won, we all wanted to be first." "Trey, do you work here?" "Yes, just for the summer, I love it! I have had to study all year and take tests before he would let me do it. I am not a certified therapist like Dad and Grand Pop but I should be by the end of summer." His hand was softly tracing his fingers across my back now sending shivers down my spine. I quietly asked him, "Dearest boy, just how old are you?" "I am almost twenty, but I have had a lot of training. You will enjoy it I promise." "Do you know all the other people here?" "Yes, I know all of them very well, they are all great people. Come on I'll introduce you to all of them." He led me to a handsome couple, and introduced them as Marge and Robert. Marge hugged me and kissed me then looked at Trey, "You are going to love Trey, what he lacks in finesse, he makes up for in enthusiasm and energy. He is really delightful, I hope I get a chance with him later." I couldn't believe this. Robert looked me over and said, "I am looking forward to getting to know you better." I got the feeling he meant a whole lot better. I wasn't against that, he looked very hot. Trey pulled me around and I had soon met everyone. They were all attractive and friendly and welcomed me warmly to the group. A buzzer sounded and Trey said, "The doors are all locked now. We are free to play now. With that he pulled me into his arms and kissed me deeply, his tongue slipping between my lips, his hands were caressing me as they ran all over my body. He pulled me back on the couch and pulled my dress off my breasts and gently touched them, his fingers tweaking my nipples. He moved his mouth down and suckled at a nipple, oh, it was divine, he was so sweet and gentle. I let my head drop back on the cushion and surrendered to his attentions. The lad was a damned octopus, he had a mouth on one nipple and a finger exploring my dripping pussy, and another finger rubbing gently at my asshole, another hand kneaded the breast he was sucking, his other lips closed around my other nipple, sucked for a moment then butterfly kissed it's way to my lips. Wow! Wonderful. Wait, Too many. I opened my eyes and it was Jeff Jr. kissing me. His lips were as sweet and tender as his son's. I looked up and as Junior pulled away HIS father kissed me. I felt a mouth at my pussy gently worming it's way between my inner lips. This was too much for my senses to handle, three generations of tongues making love to my body. I was having orgasms on top of orgasms, one would start from the tongue in my pussy and exploded over and through me as another started from my nipples and surged through my body only to be blasted by another from a tongue and fingers in my rectum. I was jerking and screaming, then everything stopped and I felt only a thick penis invading my wet pussy. It slipped in, then pulled out and rubbed up and down my slit and pushed at my clit before entering my pussy again. A soft warm smooth cock head rubbed against my lips and I opened my mouth and sucked it in. I turned my head so it could thrust gently in and out as I loved it with my tongue and lips. A hand gently picked up my right hand and placed a huge cock in it. I caressed it while I sucked on he first one. The cock in my pussy was wonderful, I could feel it stretch my sheath every stroke it made. The cock in my mouth was very slippery now so I stroked it with my hand going up and around the smooth slippery head and turned and took the other cock in my mouth. I was rapidly approaching a sensory overload as I heard a voice say "I am cumming inside you." And I felt hot ropes of cum spurt into my pussy while another voice said "I am cumming in your mouth," and a load of hot cum flooded my mouth as fast as I could swallow. The third voice said "I am cumming on your tits." I felt drop after drop hit my chest and face. Then I got three sweet kisses on my lips. I opened my eyes and saw the three Sloan guys smiling at me. Jeff looked at me, "Did we please you Dearest Girl, we all desperately wanted to! We all love you." "The three of you were magnificent, just out of this world, it was the best sexual experience of my whole life. When can we do it again?" A beautiful girl who had been introduced to me as Jane, a co-owner of the Institute with Jeff, sat beside me and said, "Let the poor dear rest a bit. I did that very thing with the three of them last week. It is awesome but it takes a few minutes to recover from all that love and passion. Are you all right Dear?" She put her arms around me and told me to just relax, she would hold me until I was ready to go again. She whispered in my ear, "I needed someone to do this for me last week, but they just didn't realize just how intense a thing that is. I am here for you. How do you feel now?" "I am coming around now. Holy Cow, that is really something. They are all so sweet. I never wanted it to end but I just couldn't handle any more." She grinned at me, "Exactly. Jeff told me about you. He is very fond of you. I am very, very jealous of you. We have an open relationship and I love him with all my heart. I do other men, and he does other women and I don't get jealous. But he talks about you so much I can't help it." I looked in her eyes and pulled her face to me, "Dear Girl, I love Jeff for what he did to bring me to life. I was dead and didn't know it. I have been married to Dave, my husband, for over thirty years. I love him dearly. I will never do anything to hurt him. It is not his fault he has a problem that won't let him perform anymore. Jeff is wonderful but I know nothing can ever happen so I have never thought of him as anything but a friend and a teacher. I have always had crushes on my handsome teachers." I grinned at her. She giggled, "I see why he likes you so much. You are sweet and tell it like it is." She leaned forward and kissed my lips. Sweet soft and tender. I liked the way it felt and slipped my tongue between her lips. We kissed for a long time. Her hand caressed my breast and that felt good too. She pulled away and my face fell forward and a little pink nipple was only an inch from my lips. What else could I do? I sucked it right in. I loved the feel of it. Warm, soft, but rubbery. I couldn't get enough of the way it felt in my mouth. Her hand moved behind my head and held my mouth to her breast. I heard her moan. I was sort of whimpering myself. My hand found her other breast and I cupped it and loved the heavy feel of it in my hand. I wished I had another mouth. She pulled my face up for a long sweet kiss. "I love your mouth on my breasts. This is a first for me. I have never wanted a woman before, but I want to make love with you. Are you ready for that?" "Oh! Yes, I am. I want to love you too!" "Come on with me where we can be alone. I don't want any interruptions." I followed her down the hallway until she entered a room. She locked the door and kissed me passionately. We both dove for the bed, I just had to look her over. She was gorgeous. A really lovely and sexy body. I wanted to kiss all of it and told her so." "Let's do each other. I'll kiss a place on you for a count of twenty, then you do the same to me." "That sound like fun. Please don't count too fast." She fastened her lips around a nipple and caressed the breast with both hands. She knew just what to do. Damn she was really into it now. I wished we had agreed on a longer count, like, say, 500. We caressed and kissed each other all over, then we gave up counting. She pulled up and lay back. I moved over her and suckled at her breast. The nipple became erect and rubbery. I pulled up on the nipple and let it go where I thought the pain would start. She grinned up at me. I licked down over her belly to her mound of Venus. It was silky smooth. Beautiful. I saw a little tuft of soft fuzz just above her clit. I just had to bury my nose in it. It smelled nice, like 'Charlie, White.' I crawled down between her legs and spread her nether lips with my thumbs. She moaned loudly as I plunged face first into her pussy. She tried to pull away but I was having none of that. What a sweet darling girl. I licked every inch of her. I especially loved the taste of her pussy juices. My tongue lapped between her pussy lips. She jerked around and yelled and burst into tears. I moved up and kissed her tears away, "Did I hurt you dear?" "Not until you stopped. I am alright now though. Boy, you are good. You kiss better than anyone I know. It is my turn now, lean back and relax." She pushed me back and trailed kisses over my tummy and straight to my pussy. Her little tongue was educated all right, it knew just where to lick to really start my juices flowing. Her fingers spread my pussy wide open, wider than I thought possible. Her mouth sucked on my clit as her fingers wiggled deep inside me. I think her whole hand was inside me. It was a dreamy feeling. I wasn't sure I really liked it. Then she pushed her face in my pussy and her tongue went to work and I knew I loved that. An orgasm shook me and I felt love and warmth envelope me. She raised up and pressed her face, wet with my juices, against mine and kissed me gently. "Wow!" she said, "You really have the feel for sex, you know just what your lover needs and wants. Do you really love this?" "Yes, of course I do." I kissed her lips softly and parted them with my tongue. "Lets talk a minute, would you like to do some work for us? We would have to train you some, but then we could use you as a sexual surrogate and you could help people learn to enjoy a full and enjoyable sex life. Would you be interested?" "Let me think about it some, exactly what would it entail?" "Well primarily you would work with men who have sex problems. The treatments would be carefully prescribed by a Doctor or a Psychologist. You would do all sorts of things from teaching them to kiss properly to having sex with them and teaching them to enjoy intercourse." "Let me think about it." "We better get back to the party before they start looking for us." We saw several group activities going on. Robert was giving head to one of the other men while another sucked on him. We watched for a while. Strong arms grasped me and lifted me. Trey grinned at me and carried me to a bedroom. He gently placed me on the bed and said, "Now I want you to myself for a while," as he latched the door. I rolled on my back, spread my legs and held my arms out to him. He crawled between my legs and slid up over me and kissed me so sweetly I orgasmed again and again. He moved down and suckled at my breasts, I wished I was lactating so I could give him my milk. He kneaded and squeezed my breasts as he pulled and gently nibbled my nipples. He kissed my lips again then moved down to my pussy. I was very wet by now and the dear boy lapped up every speck. He sucked on my clit with real skill and passion and had me jerking and yelling. Then I felt the head of his cock pressing between my pussy lips. I reached down and grasped it and pulled him up over me. When he was strattling my chest I squeezed his cock between my breasts and said, "Fuck my big tits, Sweetie." He did so with great ardor. I bent forward and held my mouth so the head of his cock slipped in my mouth on the up stroke. After a few minutes I let go of my breasts and grabbed his ass and pulled him deeper into my mouth. I let him fuck my mouth for a while then pushed him back down and guided his huge hot throbbing shaft into my pussy. He went at it with long hard thrusts. Out, until I felt it all the way out, then it plunged back between my pussy lips and thrust all the way in until his pelvis slammed into mine and thumped on my clit. Wow! This kid could fuck your brains out. I was having continuous orgasms now, thunderous ones, I was flooding, fluids flying when we slammed together. I knew I was yelling at the top of my lungs, but I had no idea what I was saying. I felt like it lasted for at least half an hour before he pulled out and jumped up over me to place the soft, wet, hot head of his huge cock against my lips. I opened wide and took as much of it's smooth satin skin in my mouth as I could. He pulled back a little and stroked his shaft as I swirled my tongue around the bulbous head of his penis. Then it spurted, and spurted, and spurted, filling my mouth until it overflowed out around his cock. I smiled at him and let it all run down over my chin and down on my breasts. He licked it all off grinning the whole time. What a dear boy! We went back to the party and I was pulled over to a large mat on a raised platform. I was told to just lay back and relax for a welcome to the group. Marge crawled up beside me and kissed me on my lips. Someone spread my legs and licked my pussy. Then a cock slipped in my wet hole and stroked in and out. It was replaced by an educated tongue. Marge climbed over my face and lowered her dripping pussy over my mouth. I licked every place I could reach. She moved off and a hard cock rubbed over my lips. I sucked it right in and moved it in and out. I thought it was ready to cum but it pulled away to be replaced by another pussy. A really fat cock stretched my pussy as far as it had ever been stretched then slipped very slowly in and out. It really got my attention. It felt so damned good. I orgasmed a dozen times. Then the fat cock was replaced by a mouth that felt like it was trying to suck me inside out. Someone felt as if they could suck the Kingdome flat. Then a really fast moving penis slipped in. He just rattled my teeth with the speed of his thrusts. Hands roamed and caressed my whole body, lips and mouths were all over me. I was surrounded by soft tits, wet pussies, hard cocks, and wet tongues. I was in a constant state of total ecstasy quivering from head to toe for several minutes. Then I heard everyone clapping and singing. I sat up and the whole group were gathered around me. I looked at them and told them I was totally satiated. "I am just so full of love and contentment I don't think I could stand to have anymore sex for a long, long, time, unless Trey wants to come home with me." Trey just grinned and wiggled like a puppy when I said that. "What about your husband?" he said. "He'll just have to find his own kid." Peek-a-Boo Veronica's breasts were beginning to let down their milk, and she was worried it would show through her t-shirt. She was completing the last leg of a jog in the park, and the thin bra she had worn allowed her breasts to bounce and move easily as she ran. The excess movement and their fullness made Veronica feel eager to express them. She imagined how good it would feel to have the milk drain and spray out from her nipples. No one was around and she gave her breasts a quick squeeze. The milky wetness was now apparent in two round blotches on her t-shirt. Luckily she was rounding the last turn of the path, and hopefully she would not pass anyone on the way to her car. Her tits had caught the attention of her colleague, Robert, on prior occasions and it seemed they would today too. He was taking advantage of the pleasant weather, and was in the park also. He saw Veronica and stopped, milling around the parking lot. He must be waiting for her. They had a shared love of her milky breasts, and he would be very excited to see her damp shirt today. Robert smiled as she approached, and Veronica and he made small talk for a few minutes, but his eyes kept dropping down to her shirt. She ignored the fact her nipples were soaked, and enjoyed Robert trying to hide his growing excitement. He asked if she would like to come over for a swim, to cool off from the run, and she readily agreed. After a quick swing by her home to pick up her bathing suit and some other items, she arrived at Robert's. He seemed pleased she had not changed out of her running clothes. Veronica went in to the guest bedroom to change. She purposely left the door ajar, enough to allow a peek into the room. She quickly stripped and sat on the bed, opening her tote bag. Out she pulled an electric breast pump, plugged it in next to the nightstand and attached it to her breasts, which were nearing the point of engorgement. The hum of the pump signaled to Robert what she was doing. Just as she expected, she saw him peering into the room. She lay back on the pillows, propping herself up to comfortably pump. Slowly as the milk was being drained, she opened her legs and rubbed herself. Making sure every bit of her wet pussy was on display, she massaged her clit. It only took a minute before a small orgasm caused her to shudder in delight. Her sweet and inviting body was too much for Robert, she heard him groan as she turned off the noise some pump. "Robert!" she exclaimed, and accused him of spying on her. He pushed open the door, and admitted to watching her. He was only wearing his swim trunks, and his erection was pushing through the nylon cloth. Watching her breasts being pumped as she pleasured himself was quite a turn on, and he could not help but be excited. Veronica stood and pulled a sheer robe from her bag on the floor. Wrapping it around herself she ordered him to come closer. "Watching me will not do! Are you being naughty? A spanking is in order." Ordering him to remove his shorts, she put him over her lap. The slip of silky fabric did little hide her still dripping, swollen breasts, and he could smell her sex as he leaned over her legs. A couple quick swats on his bottom did little more than make him harder. His cock was pressing into V's lap, and he murmured her name as he rubbed her soft legs. Her hand lingered over him, before she removed him from her body. Sitting him up, she untied her robe and explained if the spanking did not have any effect on him, she would try something else. Using the sash from her robe, she blindfolded Robbie. He was naked and could not see what was happening around him. V pushed him down on the bed, and with Robbie on his back he felt her straddle him. Something wet and soft was pressed to his lips, it was her nipple dripping milk. He began to suckle and drink in the sweet fluid. V's legs were pressed against his hips, and he could feel her wet pussy on his belly. As he nursed she moved her hips, and he attempted to get his cock into her. She slapped away his hands. His member grazed her ass, and V felt the pre cum from his cock against her skin. Suddenly she pulled her tit from his mouth. "You are impatient! I have a fix for that." Robbie could not see anything, but he smelled the baby lotion before she had even put it on his skin. She rubbed it in everywhere, cradling his balls as worked in the creamy lotion. Then she poured baby powder onto him, and patted it in also. Robbie loved every minute of the attention, and then he heard the unmistakable crinkle of a diaper. By instinct lifted his bottom, but he did not feel the diaper being slid under him. Instead V had turned and climbed onto the bed. She lowered herself onto his face. All he felt were her thighs brushing the sides of his face as her sopping pussy was poised above his mouth. He could not see but instantly darted out his tongue, and he tasted her. He bit at her clit, and she grinded against his mouth. He sucked and licked, as V began to stroke his cock. He was rewarded as he felt her breasts rubbing against him, and her milk spraying him. The lotion and powder were being mixed with the breast milk, and she took him into her mouth. Her mouth closed around him, and he felt the head slide into her throat. Drinking in the juices from her, he began to pump his cock in her mouth. They continued, both rubbing against each other. V climaxed and pressed hard down on him. He was so close to coming, but V sat up leaving him straining against the empty air. He heard the sound of the diaper again, but first felt the coolness of a wipe. She was cleaning her milk and saliva off him. He was so close to climax, but she tenderly wiped his cock, not stroking him to encourage him. Again she gingerly applied the lotion and powder, keeping him on edge. Finally, she pulled out the diaper. Robbie was in a daze and almost begging for release. "V help me, help me come." V continued to diaper him, but to Robbie's surprise there was a small opening in the front of the diaper. He felt her fingers guide his throbbing member through before she closed the tabs on the side of the diaper. He did not know what to expect next, he wanted to remove the blind fold and see V. He imagined her red hair mussed, her nipples swollen from the nursing, her hips...he reached out to touch her skin. She was so close, with his hands on her ass he felt her climb onto him and straddle him again. She put the head of his cock to the lips of her pussy in an intimate kiss. She slid onto him, riding him. She leaned forward and took off the blindfold. Finally! He loved the sight of her tits bouncing to thrusts of her hips. He leaned forward to suck on her nipples, squeezing her breasts together to alternate between them quickly. They were almost drained, but he extracted more milk. Holding the milk in his mouth, he pulled V's face to his, kissing her hard. They both drank her milk as a huge orgasm rippled through Robbie's body. V's pussy was tight, and the contractions drew out every bit of cum from his cock. He fell back exhausted with V lying on top of him. He shifted and pulled off the diaper, it was wet with their fluids, inside and out. He rolled V to one side, picked up the discarded breast pump off the floor and placed each one to her breasts. There was nothing left to suck out, they were empty, but the suction of the pump pulled her nipples. They were extended and hard, and Robbie loved to watch the nipple through the clear tubes. V smiled down at him, and they basked in the after glow to the hum of the pump. Peek-a-boo I just got new neighbors, and I initially didn't really like them. The house next to me was vacant for about a year, and I had become used to the quiet. Early last month they got the keys, and the same night they had a loud house warming party. I didn't see them again until a week later, but I quickly became friends with them. Their names are Shawn and Joy, and they have been married only a couple of years, but they are really nice people. Shawn and I were just hanging out last night and he told me what happened that first night in the house. I guess I could get over a loud stereo once in a while. He said that they had received the keys to the new house on a Wednesday, and they immediately planned a party for that Saturday night. They wanted just a few good friends over to break in the house before they got all moved in, so it was almost like a camping trip - just that the sleeping bags were on the bedroom floors instead of the woods. Since it was a 3-bedroom house, they invited two other couples They knew that Sam and Janet would be the first ones to show up, so they were given the keys. They went in the house and started setting up all the equipment they had brought with them, and since they were setting up the bar, they naturally had to make sure the alcohol was OK, they had a few drinks to help them along. An hour or so later Shawn and Joy showed up, with Susie and Jason only minutes behind them. They all got a drink and Joy gave the girls a tour of the house while the guys went to put away the bags and sleeping gear. Shawn said he got a little upset at first when he saw Sam had put his stuff in the master bedroom. "Hey, why not?" asked Sam. "Janet and I were here first, we set up the bar and the stereo, and we set up everything in the kitchen." Shawn thought about that and said "Sure Sam, go ahead. You did us huge favor there, and besides, we have years to sleep in that room. Joy and I will take one of the other rooms tonight." So Shawn and Jason took their stuff down the hall, to the other rooms which were right next door to each other.. Jason laughed when he went in. "Hey Shawn, check this out. We had better be careful, these rooms share a bathroom between them." Sure enough, each room had a door to the bathroom. Luckily enough, each one had a lock on it so there was still a chance at privacy. Shawn told me they then went downstairs, and just started hanging out and drinking. It wasn't long before they had started playing drinking games, and not too long after that for them all to be crazy drunk. He thinks that about midnight, Sam and Janet were finished, so they stumbled along and went to bed, and that the other four of them knew that they were not too far behind. After a few more rounds of cards and several more drinks, they all decided to call it off for the night. Too much more and they would not be able to find where their rooms. Joy was the first one to head out, but she didn't know about the change in rooms, so she walked up to the master bedroom and opened the door. As she walked in, the others saw her body freeze just inside the doorway, then slowly back out. She stood just outside the door, holding it cracked open. Realizing now what happened, Jason and Shawn quietly walked up to her and told her in a whisper that the room was occupied. Badly slurring her whisper back to them, she said "I can see that, and I can see a why they left us so early. Moving back a tiny bit, she opened the door a tiny bit more for them to look also. A soft light was coming in through the window, just enough for them all to see that Sam and Janet were both passed out just feet from the door. They had apparently gone to the room, changed, and started having sex on the floor, and passed out there -- not even making it to the bedding they had laid out. Shawn said he didn't think it was intentional, but they all just stared for a few moments before realizing they shouldn't be spying on them. Suddenly, as the door closed, it became funny, and it was all they could do to keep from laughing as they walked back down the hall to their rooms. The two couples said their goodnights and went through the doors just a few feet away. Shawn then told Joy about the room swap, and she just grinned. "Dear, at this point, I don't care if we are sleeping in the garage. I'm so drunk I don't care where we are. But all I have wanted for at least an hour is to fuck you. And seeing Sam and Janet, I'm even more turned on. It felt dirty to look at them, but I just couldn't stop. I want to fuck you until I pass out." As she said this, she was walking towards him. She pulled her shirt over her head and threw it across the room. Shawn hadn't known until just now that she wasn't wearing a bra. He just smiled and said "You dirty girl, I wish I had known that before, I would have had some fun with you. You know how it turns me on to see you without it." He walked up to her, unbuttoned her shorts and they dropped to the floor. She said "Hey I still have my panties on, see? I know they are your favorite." He didn't answer, but moved her face to his and kissed her deeply. He stood a little sideways to her, and lightly grabbed one breast, slowly moving his hand around, just missing touching the nipple. His other hand was on her ass, moving from one cheek to another, pulling her closer to him. Moving his hand further down her ass, he could feel the heat from her pussy even before he could feel how wet she was. As he moved has fingers to her clit, he felt her hand on his. She was actually stopping him! Pushing him back, she caught her breath, then said "Dammit, you have no idea how much I don't want to stop you. But I have to stop for a minute. I have to go to the restroom before we get back to this." Shawn stepped back, just grinning, and said she was allowed to go, but she didn't leave quite yet. She wanted a little show too. She leaned back on the wall to watch. His shirt was gone in a second, joining hers on the floor. "Do you like what you see?" he asked as he caught her staring. All she did was nod 'yes' to him. She was staring at him, imagining her hands running down his tanned muscular chest and stomach. She pointed at his lower body, then pointed at the floor. "What" he said, " did you want my pants off too?" Again, she just nodded. "Fine then, off they come. But first I want to see you playing with your pussy. I like seeing your face when you do that." She bit her lip, and moved her hands up to her shoulders. Moving them down, she caressed her breasts a little, tweaking her nipples and making herself gasp. Her hand moved further down, and disappeared down the front of her panties. Still squeezing one boob, she started rubbing her clit. As her breathing got faster, he pulled his pants off, tossing them to the side. She was just staring at his boxers. It was obvious that he was just as turned on as she was. His cock wasn't exactly small in the first place, but now it looked more impressive as it strained against the fabric, trying to break out to get to her. He went to her, and she immediately reached for him. He let her grab ahold of his cock, but he pulled her other hand out of her panties. He told her to get into the bathroom now before she wasn't allowed to leave him. Her face was flushed, she was breathing hard, and she did not want to move. As she stood there for a minute, she started swaying a bit more, then realized that she should move. Holding onto the wall as a guide, she got to the door. As she reached the handle, Shawn remembered that the bathroom was shared with the other room. He whispered loudly to tell her to stop, but she was already turning the handle. Before she could stop herself, she had pushed the door open a little bit. Shawn had now reached her, and put out his hand to close the door, and they both looked in at the same time. He whispered to her "Umm, the rooms share the bathroom. They have a door too. I guess they forgot to lock this one" but he wasn't sure if she heard him. Not five feet from them Susie was on her knees in front of Jason, and her mouth was full of his cock. Her arms were behind her back, tied at the wrist. Her head started slowly moving back and forth. Pulling far enough back to rub her lips across the head of his cock, then going forward until her forehead was up against his stomach. Shawn was impressed, he had an average sized cock, and she took it all like it was nothing. Realizing he was staring at her mouth and at her boobs bouncing as she moved her body, he broke his gaze to find out why Jason hadn't noticed them. He was leaned up against the counter, hands out to the side, and his head thrown back and eyes closed. Neither of them could see! Just then he realized that Joy's breathing had changed. Not moving, she was just staring like he had been just a second ago. He moved up behind her and as his cock pushed onto her ass he realized that his raging hard-on had not changed at all. He put his hands on her hips to hold himself tighter to her. He felt her arm moving and saw she was rubbing her pussy again. Not wanting to loose the moment, had had his boxers off in a heartbeat. He went up right behind Joy again, pushing his cock up against her ass cheeks. He took her hand off the doorknob and put it on his cock, then reached up to grab both her breasts. Teasing her nipples, he felt her start stroking his cock. She stopped rubbing her clit, and pulled the underwear off the the side of her pussy. Leaning forward a little, she moved his cock between her legs. He could tell she was soaking wet. Suddenly, he could feel himself easing into her. She was very hot and very wet, but it was still a tight fit. Moving slowly, he finally got all the way inside of her. He reached up for her face and found she was biting her bottom lip hard so she wouldn't make any noise. Just then Shawn realized that there were no mirrors in that bathroom. That's why they were not seen yet. The door was only open a tiny bit, and it was dark behind them. But he was obviously enjoying himself and so was Joy, so neither one wanted to stop yet. They were doing their best to stay quiet, but they froze when the other two moved. Jason moved behind Susie and untied her hands. He made her get up and put her arms on the counter, pointing her ass straight back towards him He knelt down behind her, grabbed her ass cheeks and buried his face in her pussy. She screamed a little bit, but put her face into her arm to stay quiet. Jason stood up, moved his cock so it was just up against her pussy and teased her with it. She pushed her ass back towards him, but he wouldn't go inside her yet. He just backed up a bit, smacked her across the ass (making her squirm again), and teased her again. Without warning, he pushed forward all the way, burying himself in her pussy. Shawn and Joy were both enthralled by the moving bodies, watching the other two in the heat of passion. They were twice as turned on by fucking each other while watching someone else fucking. Susie moaned "Harder dammit, slam it into me!" That's all the encouragement he needed, he just grabbed her hips and started thrusting like a madman. After just a minute, Susie couldn't take any more, putting her hand back to stop him. She was shaking, and screaming into her arm. He pushed her down onto the floor on her back, her feet pointing off to the side of us. Back at the door, he could feel Joy tighten up. She grabbed Shawn's hands as her body shook with her own orgasm. He felt her pussy throbbing and squeezing on his cock and that was all he could handle. He felt like he was cumming for hours, shooting deep inside of her. They couldn't move, just staying together shaking. Jason straddled Susie's stomach, one hand reached back to rub her clit, the other furiously stroking his cock. He moaned as he suddenly stopped, and started cumming, spraying it all over her tits. She grabbed them and pushed them together around his cock. As he was finishing cumming, he started thrusting his hips, shoving his cock between her boobs. Shawn and Joy sensed they were about to get found out, so they backed off. They didn't touch the door, afraid it would draw attention. They pulled apart slowly, and backed off. Walking slowly back to their bedding, she whispered "I can't believe we just did that, we are so bad. But I couldn't stop. I was so incredibly turned on. We can't ever let them know. I'm babbling, I'm sorry." They lay down and just before Shawn closed his eyes, he heard an excited whisper that sounded like 'oh no' and saw the bathroom door close. He grinned as he closed his eyes, right now he didn't care if they knew or not. Just seconds after laying down, they were both passed out. I couldn't believe Shawn just told me all of this. I was actually a bit too into it since I could picture all that happening. It made me think that this would be something to try with my girlfriend. Now all we had to do was try to find when and where. And fast... Peek-a-boo "Come check it out up here, Neve." "Paul, I told you, I just don't see the point. I mean--" "Just come up." "Alright." She still didn't see the point, but she hoisted herself onto the lifeguard chair anyway. Paul was surveying the wide swath of beach, teeming with oiled and tanned flesh that sparkled in the noon sun. "Look at all those people." He pulled Neve onto the wooden perch and wrapped an arm around her. She eyed the crowd and tried to get excited. "Paul..." He pushed a hand up under her blouse and nuzzled her neck. A volleyball game was going on about thirty feet away, guys versus girls, and the guy's team was facing her. Fit young men ogling her as she fooled around -- it would have been unthinkable, once upon a time. Paul kissed her neck. "Come on, baby." Down the beach, the sun worshippers went on and on. He licked his lips. "Just look at them." Neve sighed as his fingers found the bottom swell of her breast. Unlike Paul, who was dressed for the beach in his swimming trunks and unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt, Neve had gone with the sumptuous feel of Italian lace under her beachy attire. "With all those people out there, someone's bound to see us. To catch us. Like old times..." Neve wanted to believe his words. Almost anything was possible out there amidst the untied bikini tops and striped umbrellas. Almost anything. It just made the reality of the whole thing more depressing. "Paul, they can't see us. We're dead, remember? In-corp-oreal? Fucking ghosts?" "Fucking ghosts is right." His free hand slid up the inside of her thigh, stopping against the edge of her white shorts. She slid away and pushed him back. "Paul, sweetheart, they cannot see us." His hand lost its momentum. "You can't know that for sure. There must be several thousand out there..." Neve's heart went out to him, but they'd been disappointed so many times before. "Gives new meaning to being alone in a crowd." Neither of them could remember the exact nature of their death. They knew it had to do with the ocean and that they were together. The first concrete thing either of them could recall was washing up on someone's private beach, where a morbidly obese woman was sunning in the nude. They pretended not to see her and thought that she had paid them the same courtesy. That was before they discovered the woman couldn't see them at all. No one could. "Neve, not today. It's our anniversary. Remember?" "One year." She slouched forward, eyeing the ocean. A sailboat cut along the waves, close enough to the horizon that it appeared unmanned. "I meant our wedding anniversary." "Oh." Now she felt really badly. In a freaky coincidence, they'd died celebrating their tenth anniversary. The tragedy of it all had felt romantic at the time, when everything was so new. "Feels like forever ago." "I still remember sneaking into your changing room before the ceremony." His hand on her thigh came alive. "I was all full of nerves." "You didn't want me to see you in your dress--" She squeezed her legs around his hand before it got too high. "So I took it off." Neve smiled. She knew what he was doing. Had heard that story a hundred times. But damn him, it was working. They'd gone at it in the moments before the ceremony, Neve in her white lingerie, Paul with his tuxedo trousers around his ankles. And the most exciting thing of all was that just on the other side of the wall were 300 of their dearly beloved. It was pretty tame considering the things they'd gotten up to through their married years, but it had been the first taste, and if a ghost can't get nostalgic, then no one can. That thrill was their curse now. Unattainable. Being invisible to the world dulled the edge of semi-public sex and the danger of getting caught. Not that they hadn't tried. At first, they'd fucked everywhere, at every time. At night, when ghosts were supposedly out. During the day in the midst of lunchtime rush. They fucked on things that could move, only to realize that as ghosts, things didn't move. They even did it in a fortuneteller's den while she was giving a "reading." Nothing. Halloween had been their last great hope. Things had been spiraling downward since. Paul was now on a crusade to expose them to larger and larger audiences, thinking that if just one person could get a peek at them, they'd Move On. He said it just like that, capital M, capital O. "I wonder why we haven't met any other ghosts." They'd had this existential conversation before. Dozens like them. "Maybe we're in hell." As she pondered, she watched a lifeguard emerge from the surf with a muscled body that prompted her to think, So they do make them like that... Paul followed her eyes and frowned. "I was hoping it would be a chick guard." "Of course you were, dear." She couldn't stop looking at the guard as he weaved through the throng, leaving a wake of smiles from pretty girls. "If ever there was someone who could see us..." Paul's fingers pushed into the humid space between her thighs, which she'd opened, unaware. "Is it so bad, being stuck with me?" The wooden perch shifted as the lifeguard climbed onto its lower rungs. Neve's pulse would have quickened here, if she had a pulse, and her breath would have gone shallow, if she had to breathe. But she definitely felt something, something nice. OK, so maybe all this was having an effect on her after all, whether they could see her or not. "Scoot over, honey." The bench seat was easily wide enough for three -- especially since two of them didn't technically take up physical space -- but Paul had an aversion to actually being inside someone else. The laws of physics were a lot more polarized when you were a ghost. Things were either solid, like side-of-a-mountain solid, or they were as intangible as a slant of morning light. What wasn't so hard and fast were the rules of how things behaved. The ground was always rigid (even the sand, which made walking across it really strange). People never were. And some things, like doors and walls and cars, fluctuated between the two. The lifeguard took a wide-legged seat in the center of their perch and Paul nearly squeezed Neve off the edge in his abhorrence. One of his most unpleasant experiences in the afterlife was the first time his face had passed through a hapless pedestrian's brain. Blech. Neve regarded him with a half smile. "How about we do this..." She straddled his lap. "Much better." He cupped her little ass and pulled her closer. "Oh, he's not that bad." She batted her eyes at the guard as he stared off along the shore. She reached out as though to touch his beefy shoulder, and her finger disappeared beneath the tanned flesh. Paul shivered, looked away. "Don't be such a homophobe." "It's not... that's not..." She was fucking with him and he barked out a laugh. "Should I be glad you can't actually touch any other guys?" Neve batted her lashes and finally tore her gaze away from Mr. Baywatch. "After all this time, it's still weird, isn't it? I mean, he's right there." A strand of dark hair had escaped from Neve's ponytail and he pushed it out of her face. She had paper-doll skin and pale blue eyes that always looked supernatural to Paul, even before she became supernatural. And those lips. Full, pouty. Succulent. Neve took her role of ghost seriously, and while she wasn't going to run around in a white sheet, she figured that melancholy needed to haunt every spiritual atom if she ever hoped to haunt something of her own. Paul watched her watch the lifeguard. Could see the will in her eyes like a magician commanding a rabbit from his hat. Just one look. Just one little peek. She might have laughed at his theory, but that stare was one of a believer. And that was pretty sexy. Paul pulled his shirt off, his torso long and lean. "Am I so shabby?" "A little pale." She smiled, but the melancholy was still there. "Don't get much sun?" Paul squinted at the sky, unblemished by even a single cloud. "I don't tan. I burn." She let him draw her close. This felt good. Like it had been when their relationship was still new. Or even when their lives as ghosts had just begun. They'd explored the world together like a couple deposited in a strange country. They knew the language, but little else. He'd noticed how great she was, but then the obsession with being seen took over. He was beginning to realize that maybe it didn't matter if no one else in the world saw him as long as Neve did. Problem was, she wasn't looking at him now. The lifeguard had turned away from them to chat up a couple of bikini-clad coeds and Neve was looking a little green. "Sluts..." "Hey, remember me?" The guy you couldn't stop staring at as you'd walked down the aisle in a white dress and a smile that made your face glow like something otherworldly. He wanted to see that girl again. "God, sorry." She shook her head. Paul guided her to face him, his hand caressing the smooth plane of her cheek. She nuzzled his palm and their eyes met. It felt like the first time they'd done that in ages. Neve thought she saw something in Paul's blue irises -- the glittering scales of a fish darting out of sight. When they kissed, their tongues curling together, the oldest of friends reunited. They'd kissed plenty of times over the years, but this was more than a friendly peck or a hasty duel during hasty sex. There were layers under that caress that hadn't been explored since long before they'd died. He peeled her top off and smiled at the bloom of pure, white lace. Her wedding day lingerie. "I mean, it is our anniversary," she blushed. "Sexy." He thumbed along the fringe and felt her nipple come alive. She discarded her top, dropping it off the lifeguard stand. It fluttered out of existence before it reached the beach. He was happy to see Neve forget to be sad, but couldn't help rubbing it in. "But I thought we were observing our funeral." "You just want to see me in black." The bra darkened like an inky stain -- one moment it was snow white and virginal, the next it was black and wicked. They'd learned a lot in their time post-death, but most importantly of all, they'd learned not to question these little tricks. They just were. "Maybe." He ran a hand up her silky thigh. "Weren't you wearing stockings, too?" Neve hated stockings. "Don't press your luck." She jabbed a finger into his chest to make her point and lost her balance. Terror was a thunderbolt clapping through her and for a brief second, she thought she was going to plunge off the chair. How graceful. Then, like a skydiver opening her chute, something stopped the fall. She thought it was Paul until she looked at his face and saw him staring at her, wide-eyed. "That's new," he said, although his expression didn't change. She was hovering. In midair. A foot off the edge of the lifeguard seat. "This is pretty fucking cool!" Even her ponytail started to drift around her face, deciding that gravity wasn't so important after all. Paul loved that look of girlish delight on Neve's face. Here was the girl he'd fallen for. She floated up a little, twisting in the air above, one leg bent. She looked over her shoulder and caught him staring at her ass, encased in white shorts. With the change in lingerie color, he could see the plunge of her thong through the tight material. Pushing her thumbs into the waist of those shorts, she slid them down her hips and dropped them into his lap. "This strip show isn't just a one-way thing, honey." Paul took the hint. Never taking an eye from the lingerie-clad specter, he lifted his hips and shucked his swimsuit as Neve released her breasts from the bra. He circled himself, feeling it rise as he watched her. "I think I can really see some advantages to this whole undead thing," Neve mused. She pivoted, the slope of a naked breast teasing him. "Paul, come join me." He stood, cock still in hand. Something shifted. The world yawned in colorful hues. Things were hazier. More surreal -- if anything in this strange existence could be considered surreal anymore. And just like that, he joined Neve in her weightless world. They embraced, his knife-like body hard and slender against her softer form. They kissed until they forgot that their feet had left the ground, and then kissed some more. Neve's hand took over on his erect manhood, pumping it as his fingers slid into the back strap of her thong. "I want you..." One of them said it, the other heard it, but speaker and listener immediately blurred. Paul rolled her panties off as she steadied herself on his shoulders. He glided his fingers across her bare sex, teasing the smooth skin of her mound. "Uh..." She didn't want to be teased. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him close. He missed on the first pass, glancing across her wet channel and igniting her swollen clit. She was ready. So fucking ready. The second stroke found its mark. Gravity ran up at her and Neve's stomach dropped. For a second, she thought she was falling, but Paul was there to catch her. He filled her, solid and still growing. Their eyes locked as she rested her forehead on his. The beach, the chair, the lifeguard all faded a little more. The whole world was whiting out. Even their kiss, wet and laden with tongue, lost its edge. "Neve, baby, I love you so much." He was lost in her caress. In the sweep of her back and the soft knots of her nipples. He squeezed her buttocks, feeling her taut muscles flex with each drive. He felt buoyant. He was a pocket of air released at the bottom of the sea. Rising. Rising. He drove his hips up, meeting Neve. Rising inside her. Through her. Dark water was speared with light. Life. It teemed. Neve watched Paul through slits. Saw the stretch of his life with her -- cocky when he'd challenged her in a graduate level course on Nietzsche that she had no right to be in; nervous when he'd waited for her at altar, dressed in a tux and radiant smile. She saw the familiar face that she'd woken up to every morning of her too-short life. The guy she wanted to be with forever. And if this was the curse she had to live with, she laughed at the morality that had damned her. "You feel so good, Neve." He drove faster and faster into her. They tipped back and Neve found the chair behind her. She braced them on it as Paul thrust home. She felt the wood start to lose its form, its jarring rigidity. For the first time in her ghostly experience, an object began to ply. It barely registered. She couldn't take her eyes off Paul, although he was almost too beautiful to look at, his skin a milky bioluminescence. She thought it was just him, then saw her hand on his chest. Saw him through her hands. She looked away, down at the girls who'd been flirting with her lifeguard. They were staring. Staring at Paul and Neve. "They can see, baby." Her voice wasn't her own. It was sub-vocal. It was their shared song. "They can see us." It was as terrifying as the first time she'd done this. In the church. On their wedding day. Paul heard, but didn't understand. He was still rising. Almost at the surface. He saw light. Saw it leak from Neve's pours and shimmer across her sweat-washed skin. Her heels dug into his backside, holding him inside her. He felt himself expand. Felt his balls tighten. He couldn't see anything else anymore. Only Neve. Neve against him. Neve watching him as everything tightened around him. "I love you. I love you. I LOVE YOU!" The world was washed in white. He felt her join him, sharing the bliss, getting lost in the feel of their union. And then-- When it was over, when she finally opened her eyes and stitched the tattered remains of her senses together, Paul was gone and the rest of the world was covered in a white film. The lifeguard was staring at her from below, his beautiful face faded out like the picture on a television viewed in direct sunlight. His square jaw hung slack, his eyes comically wide. She hoped her smile came off as flirty. "Come check it out up here, Neve." Paul didn't sound disembodied, despite the lack of a body. The ghost rolled her eyes and resisted the temptation to say, Boo. "Alright," she said instead. And Moved On.