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My Life

By: JJgreenville



My first experience with sex was just after I hit 21. As all the girls gathered for our last get-together of the summer of 1978, we all made the unredeemable promises that we'd always be in touch and that we'd never forget each other. Oh well, we all know how that turned out, don't we? It's just one of those things that we always tell our friends, but somehow never manage to keep, no matter how good the intentions. 

Eva and I were best friends since the second grade. We did everything together. We had our childhood sleepovers, we went to Grandpa Ned's to swim, eat in the summer and ice-skate in the winter. We had our girl talk, and we were the first to tell each other when we noticed our breasts were beginning to get bigger. We even told each other when we started getting hair between our legs. 

At about 8:00 that Friday evening, we were the last two left in our 'secret hideout' and we didn't really want to leave. We were still having fun, laughing at all the remarks that had been made earlier in the evening and remembering the faces of the other girls as we all told tales that made us laugh even harder. By the time the others had left our sides were all sore from all the laughter. 

Eva and I looked at each other and laughed. 

"I'll never forget that time Tammi and Jake got caught in Grandpa Ned's pool without their swimsuits on!" 

"I know what you mean," I answered. "I've never seen so much red on two people's faces in my life. You'll never convince me that they weren't up to something in that pool!" 

"Me, either!" 

For a few minutes we just sat there, the silence getting heavy between us. 

For me it was the physical attraction I'd always felt for Eva, and I thought she had the same attraction for me as well. Guess I was wrong on that one. 

We both got up to leave, the silence still there, and grabbed each other to give a hug as we prepared to leave. Well, before we both realized what was happening, I was kissing her and she was returning the kiss! 

We pushed each other back and stared at each other. 

"Where did that come from?" Eva asked me. 

All I could do was stand there. Silent in embarrassment. 

"Well," I started, "I've always wanted to do that, and I guess it just 'felt right' to do it now." 

I thought Eva would be mad at me, but to my surprise, she gave me another hug and kissed me again! 

As we broke off the kiss, but continued the hug, she said, "I've felt attracted to you for a long time, Chris. I've wanted to do this for the past two years, but was afraid of what you'd do or how you'd react." 

Now it was my turn to push her back and look into her very blue eyes. 

"But I've felt the same way about you!" 

"Really!" 

"Really!" I answered. 

We both sat back down on the hardwood floor and began to talk to each other, seriously talk that is. Not that common 'girl-talk' that you usually associate with kids, but an almost grown-up talk that I think we'd both been putting off for too long. 

Before we realized it, it was dark outside and the quiet was almost absolute, with the lone exception being the noise of the crickets in the grass just outside our hideout. After all, there wasn't anyone around for at least 2 miles and with it being just the two of us, and after our serious conversation of the past 2 hours, things were bound to happen. 

Right? 

Anyway, we soon found ourselves laying on hastily spread out quilts we'd arranged on the floor. 

Eva was removing her clothing, and I was in the process of removing mine as well. In a few minutes she was sitting there in just her bra and panties and I joined her a few minutes later. 

"Boy, I wish my titties were as big as yours, Eva." 

"Believe me, kiddo, you don't want them this big." 

"Why?" 

"Because they can be a real pain in the ass, that's why. You've no idea what the boys think of a girl with titties like this," and she lifted them up with her hands as if to point out just how big they were. 

"Everyone automatically thinks that with jugs like these that you're older, more experienced and wanting to jump in bed with any boy who asks to fuck you!

"The trouble is that they bother the hell outta ya, too. Do you realize that I can't sleep at night unless I have my bra on? I can only sleep on either my back or on one of my sides. When I was younger, and less endowed, I could sleep on my stomach, and I really enjoyed that. Just laying there, with my hands and arms under my pillow. It felt so comfortable and now I miss it." 

"Well, have you?" I asked. 

"Have I what?" 

"Fucked any of the boys yet?" 

"No! And I don't intend to, either. I'm just not into boys. I find myself attracted to other women. 

"Like you." 

"ME!!!" 

"Hell, yes! YOU!! I've wanted to get into your panties for the past two years, but never knew how to get close enough to you to say anything. Then, when I did, I'd be afraid of hurting our friendship and I didn't want to do that. We've known each other for too long." 

"Well, you should've asked me." 

"Why?" 

"Because I would've said yes!" 

"Really?" 

"Yes, I would've." 

Eva reached behind her and unclasped her bra, allowing her ample bossum to fall free of their restrictive cups. I'd never seen a pair so big. What really stood out were the large nipples. They were already hard and seemed to stick out from her boobs at least a half inch. 

Then, she grabbed my hands and placed them on her chest, and I just naturally began to knead them with my fingers. Being as small as I am, I've never had the pleasure to hold so much amazingly pliant flesh in my own hands. 

I mean, my breasts are still growing and, compared to Eva, I'm flat-chested!!! My nipples are like hers though, they get hard at the drop of a hat and stick out as much as hers do. I just hate it when I get cold and my nipples stick out so much. Embarrasses the hell outta me to no end. 

I leaned forward slightly and took one of her nipples into my mouth and began to swirl my tongue around that hardened bud. 

Eva began to moan with delight, and I started to groan myself. 

I've fantasized about holding her nipples in my mouth for some time, and now it was finally happening and I could hardly believe it. 

Eva and I were going to make love to each other!!!! 

My dreams were coming true and I was going to enjoy it as much as I could and a I know that I'd never forget it, either. 

In the meantime, I felt Eva as she reached behind me and removed my sports bra, releasing the fabric from my body. With nothing to hold it up, the bra quickly slipped into my lap and she began to twist my nipples with each hand. They were already hard and her manipulation made me feel good. It felt nice to finally feel her hands on my body and I could hardly wait to feel her mouth and tongue on my nipples. I had a mini-orgasm just thinking about it. 

We laid there on that wooden floor and began to feel each others bodies. 

Eva was only about 2 inches taller than I was and when we laid together that day it felt as though we were the same in height, not to mention the passion that flowed between us. 

I felt her hands and they massaged my titties and then roamed down my body to the crease between my legs. I slowly imitated her and we were soon doing the same things to each other, at the same time. I let her lead and was only happy to follow. I guess I figured that if Eva knew what she was doing, then I could do the same thing to her and she'd not complain. Hey! I know I wasn't complaining one bit! 

Before I knew it she had two fingers inside me, plunging deeper and deeper into my wetness with one, while the other gently flicked at my tingling clitoris. 

I was doing the same thing to her, as well. But, as she continued to stroke me inside, I concentrated on her nipples and nibbling them with my mouth, gently biting them and licking around her large titties as well. I guess that since I didn't really have any titties hers kinda piqued my curiosity and I wanted to find out if they were as sensitive as they appeared to be. 

By her constant moaning I was guessing that they were. 

I guess the other thing that really turned me on to her was that she didn't have any hair around her pussy. She was completely smooth down there and I made a mental note to ask her about it once we were finished. 

"Lay on your back, Chris." 

"Why?" I asked her. 

"Because I want to do something to you that I think you'll love." 

Without any more questions I did as she asked me and laid on my back. 

She crawled between my legs, with her head still over my small titties, and began to lick my nipples again. Only this time she didn't just work on my nipples. 

Now she started to move down on my body, licking the whole time, stopping at my belly button and licking deep in that small hole for a few minutes. Then she started spreading my legs a little at a time, until I was fully open and exposed to her gaze. 

"You have a nice pussy, Chris." She told me. 

"And you know what?" 

"What?" 

"You look good enough to eat, my dear." 

Did she mean what I thought she meant? Was she really going to put her mouth on me down there? I could lay back and watch and she resumed her journey down my body, as I began to tremble in anticipation of that first contact. 

I didn't have to wait long, either. 

In only a few minutes I felt her hands on my pussy lips, as she pulled them apart and looked inside me. She slipped one of her fingers into me, using one on her other hand to gently massage the outer lips at the same time. 

Then she flicked a finger over my still hard clit and I thought I was going to explode inside! It felt good. And even though she'd already had her fingers inside of me, I couldn't help but climax just the same. I guess it was something to do with the stimulation of both hands this time, but I know I was in heaven and nothing mattered except that she continue what she was doing. 

I raised up my head just in time to see her lower her mouth to my gaping hole and I watched as she extended her tongue and took that first lap of my juices that freely flowed from inside and ran down the crack of my ass. 

Then her still, hot, tongue made first contact with my clit!!! Now I know I was in heaven! Never in my life had anything felt so good on me. 

I used to masturbate a lot, and let me tell you something, no matter what I used nothing felt as soft, or as hot, as Eva's tongue that day!! I think I had one of the biggest orgasms in my young life. 

Then she began to push that talented tongue deeper into me and I could feel every lick as she made contact with my insides, continuing to lick on my clit occasionally as well. 

After about two or three minutes of that oral manipulation of my pussy, she plastered her mouth over my hole and started to suck my juices from me. She'd drive her tongue into me, swirl it around my inner lips, draw those lips into her mouth and suck on them for a little while, but the whole time I steadily feed her my quickly flowing juices. I never knew I could cum so many times, and never knew that I had so much to give, either. 

Then she started moving her body around and in a few minutes her legs were spread on either side of my head and right there in front of my eyes was Eva's pussy, also dripping an abundance of juices. And those juices fell right on my face and into my mouth, giving me the first taste of another woman. 

I reached up and pulled her hairless lips apart, much as she'd done to me earlier, and then moved up and made contact with her clitoris with my tongue. 

From her moaning and gyrating around on top of me, I knew that I'd done the right thing. 

I planted my mouth over her hole, spread my hands over her ass and pulled her closer, and the proceeded to do to her just what she was doing to me. I licked and sucked and licked some more. I sucked her clit into my mouth and held it there while flicking the tip of my tongue over its head. I was getting a mouth full of her cum, as she was getting from me at the same time. 

I think we stayed that way for about 30 or 40 minutes, never wanting to let the other one go. We were just enjoying each other too much to quit. 

But, in a little while, we both became too sensitive to continue and we broke apart and laid there on the floor, slowly recovering from those multiple orgasms we'd had. 

I knew I felt exhausted and I felt pretty sure that Eva did, too. 

After a few minutes of laying there I raised up on my elbow and faced my best friend. 

"Eva, that was just the best thing to happen to me since I don't know when!" 

"I'm so glad you enjoyed it, Chris. I know I did as well. And, to tell you the truth, I was beginning to wonder if it was ever going to happen. I've wanted to do that to you for so long and I knew that if we ever did get the chance that it would be something to remember." 

"You've got that part right! I don't think I was ever going to stop cumming!" 

"Hey, you've got a talented tongue there, kiddo, and you shouldn't waste it. I don't know if your preference is men or women, but believe me, you'd make some woman a wonderful lover." 

Now I was really embarrassed. 

"Why so red-faced?" she asked me. 

"Well, you see, it's like this...." 

"My God!!! You're still a virgin, aren't you?" 

Now I was really embarrassed. 

"Yes," was all I could manage to say. 

"Well, well. Seems I've bagged my first cherry," she laughed. 

"Yes, this is my first sexual experience and I enjoyed it very much. Now, all I have to do is get used to what just happened." 

"Don't let it embarrassed you, Chris. I was the same way the first time it happened to me. I like to think of it as one of the most enlightening experiences in my life." 

"Are you a lesbian?" I asked her. 

"I like to consider myself Bi," she told me. 

"Meaning what?" 

"That I like both men and women, but my preference is women." 

"So tell me, what's it like with a man?" 

"Believe me, Chris, when it finally happens to you, you'll know the difference and it's not something that I can easily put into words. All I can say is give it a chance. You might like it, and then again, you might not. Everyone has a choice of which way you want to go. While I do enjoy a hard cock in me on occasion, to me there's nothing like making love to a woman. You'll see for yourself one of these days." 

We just talked for about an hour or more and just when we were getting ready to get dressed and go home, I thought of the question I had earlier wanted to ask her. 

"Why do you shave yourself down there," I pointed. 

Eva laughed at that one, but she did answer me. 

"Personally I prefer the feel of nothing down there. I had a girlfriend suggest it to me, as she always kept herself hair free down there, too. She even recommended a very good depilatory for me to use and I've gotten so used to it that I've just kept it all off. I find that my lovers, both men and women, love the soft feel of my lips down there, without any hair to get in the way. Believe me, I prefer it much more when I make love to a man, too. Much less irritation down there." 

She gave me a tube of the stuff, since she carried it in her purse all the time and suggested that I give it a try, too. I promised her that I would and then we gave each other a hug and a quick kiss and left our secret place, heading to our respective homes. 

It was about two days later that I asked another one of my friends if she'd seen Eva lately, when I got the shock of my life. 

"Didn't you know?" she asked me. 

"Know what?" 

"Eva was hit by a hit-and-run driver last night. She didn't make it." 

Talk about being hit with a sledgehammer!!! 

I'd spent the last two days with my grandparents, down state, and had just gotten home late last night. My parents apparently didn't know, either, or they'd have told me at breakfast this morning. I guess it hit me harder than I thought, as the next thing I remember is staring up at the doctor's face in the emergency room. 

"You'll be ok, young lady. You just passed out and cracked your head on the sidewalk." He turned to my mama, who was standing beside the bed, "She'll be fine. Just a slight concussion from the smack with the concrete, but just to be on the safe side, keep her at home today and don't let her doze off. Concussions can be crazy and anything could happen, so make sure she's alert and keep a close eye on her. By tomorrow she should be much better and should be able to go to school with no problems at all." 

"Thank you, Doctor," mama told him. 

After that the rest of the week was one big blur, as the viewing went by and then the funeral. It was a closed casket and I was happy for that. I didn't want to have to remember my best friend, and first-time lover, laying in that cold steel case. I went to her parents and gave them my condolences and her mother kissed me on the cheek, while her father gave me a big hug. 

That was the last time I saw Eva's family. 

Chapter 2 

Today's my 26th birthday. 

Technically, I'm still a virgin, too! 

I've not had any kind of sexual relationship since that day, when I was 21, that I learned that my best friend, Eva, had been killed by a hit-and-run driver. I have no idea if the driver was ever found and prosecuted. Frankly, I never gave it another thought, either. I just wanted to get away from that town and start over again. 

As luck would have it, my father was transferred to another town about 2 hours away and we moved there so that he wouldn't have such a long commute to work. The city was nice and I soon made new friends and began to date. 

Image my surprise though when I was at the mall one day and ran into none other than Grandpa Ned! 

* * * *

I met Grandpa Ned for the first time when I was only 12 or maybe 13. 

He's an older black man (well, at least to me back then he was older.) and all the kids in the neighborhood called him Grandpa Ned. Just so you'll understand that there's no relation between us. I guess if I had to put an age on him, I'd have to say he was at least in his late 50's. 

I had heard from my parents that his wife had died about the time I was 2 and that he'd never remarried. He preferred to spend his time with the neighborhood kids, whether they were white or black. On plenty of times the parents of the area used him as a babysitter for us and we always had a good time there. 

There were times he'd show us old movies that he had on reels and had to wind them through this old machine and we'd all laugh and have a blast. I don't think our parents could've found anyone any better to watch over us all. I know for a fact that the kids all enjoyed themselves and there was never a complaint. 

Grandpa Ned's used to be a local gathering place for the kids when I was 12 and every weekend we'd have a huge pool party in the summer and then cookouts and he even had his pool open in the winter and we used it as an ice skating rink. When you live in northern Michigan the winters can be very cold. 

Now, just to set the record straight, Grandpa Ned never did anything to the kids. He wasn't like that and besides, most of the kids I hung out with would've reported him to their parents if he'd tried anything. 

When I was growing up we were taught about child molesters and what to look for and believe me, every one of my friends got that same education and we were always on the alert for anything unusual from strangers. Heck, we even watched our friends parents, but we never let on that we did. 

You had to be careful during those days, hell, you gotta be careful these days, too! 

Any way, while we were always alert, that doesn't mean that nothing happened. 

As kids we sorta messed around with each other, but it never got very far. Hell, we were scared to death of what our fathers might do if they found out what we were up to. 


My Life



As most kids, we had our other hangouts, where it was just us kids, usually the boys with the boys and the girls with the girls. Yes, we all knew of each other's hangouts, but we respected the other's privacy and we never barged in on them, and they more or less left us alone as well. 

Like I said, we took care of each other and watched the other kid's backs. 

* * * *

"Chris! Is that you, child?" 

"Grandpa Ned!", I shouted, glad to see a familiar face at last. 

"Where did you come from?" I asked him. 

"Been here now for about 6 months. My brother is ill and I had to move up here to help take care of him." 

"I'm so sorry to hear that," I told him. "I do hope that he'll get better and then you can go home again and be with your friends." 

"Not a problem, Missy. I've moved here now and I do the same thing here that I did down there. I have a huge pool in my back yard and the neighborhood kids come to the house in the evenings and swim, eat, and enjoy each others company. Still got the same rules, too." 

"I know," I told him, "No drugs, no smoking, no drinking, no sex!! Just have a good time at Grandpa Ned's House!!" 

"That's right. Guess I got about 14 or 15 boys and girls who spend the evenings there and the parents are real nice, too. Kinda reminds me of the parents back home. They all care about their kids and, after seeing the references from all the folks back home, they didn't have any problems with me watching their kids for 'em one bit. Still make a good bit of money as well, and that helps me with what little bit I need and lets me help my bother at the same time. Yes, missy, it's just like back home, but I think it's better now that I got my brother with me again." 

"I'm so glad that you're happy. Hey, think I could stop by one night, for old times sake? You know, to just sit and chat with you for a while?" 

"Sure thing, girl. I think that would be a nice idea. You can tell some of these new kids about things that happened down home and I think it'll make a difference to the parents as well, to know that someone's here who used to come to my old place." 

"Ok, Grandpa Ned. Let me see what my schedule is for the rest of the week and I'll be in touch." 

He wrote his new phone number down for me and told me to give him a call and we'd set up a time and place to meet. He wanted me to meet his brother as well, who was almost 15 years older then he was. 

Let's see, that would now make Grandpa Ned in his middle 60's, while putting his brother closer to 80. For some strange reason I felt an unfamiliar tingle between my legs, but chose to ignore it and continued to the shop in the mall to get my shoes and then went home, further thoughts of Grandpa Ned and his brother no longer on my mind. 

Two nights later, I was at one of the local bars, sitting at the bar and nursing my first, and only drink, of the evening. I was supposed to meet Jake Stanford here for our first date and it was beginning to look like I'd been stood up. I'd already been waiting for almost an hour and had decided to give him another 15 minutes before I left and went home. 

While sitting there I was approached by a tall, handsome black man. 

"Hello. My's name's Sid." He reached out to shake my hand, and I returned the gesture. 

His skin felt smooth to the touch and I immediately liked him. He seemed polite and educated and when he asked me to join him at his table I readily agreed and let him lead me to one of the corners of the bar. 

Once at the table we sat and talked for a while, and I was relaxing, listening to his smooth voice as he told me about himself. I returned the gesture and told him a little of my background. 

We seemed to hit it off, too. 

"Stood up?" he asked me. 

"Seems so." 

"Doesn't seem right to me. Why would anyone want to stand up such a pretty young thing like you?" 

"Beats the hell outta me," I answered. "I've only known him for about 2 weeks and I thought we could make a difference to each other and I was looking forward to this date so much." I simply shrugged and looked into his dark eyes. 

"Well, would you consider going dancing with me, since your date apparently isn't going to show up?" 

To say I was surprised is an understatement. I've never been asked by a black man for a date before, but I thought about it and came to the conclusion that I could still have a good time and that nothing serious would come of it. 

Boy, was I ever wrong!!!!! 

"Sure," I told him. 

"Just let me freshen up a little bit and I'll meet you at the door." 

That was the start of a very different date and one of the most exciting times of my life. 

Sid and I went to a dance place about 2 miles down the road. 

There was a mixture of black and white patrons and it appeared as though everyone was having a good time, not only at the bar and the tables, but also on the dance floor. I could hardly wait to get Sid on the floor and show him what a good dancer I was. 

First we got a table (later I found that he was a regular at the place and even had a table reserved for him whenever he showed up). We ordered our drinks (him a gin and tonic and me a Sprite, since I'm not much on drinking) and we sat and continued to our conversation from the bar. 

"You from around here," he asked me. 

"Actually, I'm new here. Only been in town about 8 months or so, and I'm still learning the area. But, I love what I've seen so far and think I'll like it here very much." 

"Well, that's good to know. I like to meet new people and the prettier the better, if you ask me." 

We both laughed at that one and the atmosphere seemed to get easier to breath. I was beginning to relax and soon thoughts of my almost-date were gone. 

In a little while we got up and went to the dance floor and in no time I was showing Sid all my moves. Apparently he was impressed and he told me so. 

"Never seen a white girl with the moves you got, Chris. Most the time it's the black girls with all they rhythm and moves. Nice to see some white girls can dance." 

"I took dance classes as a child and I've always loved to get on the floor and move. I think it's just second nature for me to dance and I feel so free on the floor, and like nothing can stop me from having a good time when I dance." 

"Well, you gettin a lot of stares out here, too. Don't think I've ever seen so many guys staring at one white girl for so long. Hope it don't bother you none." 

"None whatsoever, Sid." 

"Good. I was beginning to wonder if I was gonna have some competition out here and I want you all to myself tonight." 

"Well, Sid, you got me. Think you can handle that?" 

"Don't see why I can't." 

"Good!" 

We continued to dance for another hour or two, never leaving the floor. Some were fast, upbeat dances, while others were slow and we held on to each other like we never wanted to let go. 

It was probably one of the best nights of my life. 

I hated to see it end that night but, like all things, it had to. 

Sid drove me home and we sat in the car for about 15 minutes, the silence in the air heavy among us. 

Finally I broke that silence and asked Sid a question, "Did you have a good time tonight, Sid?" 

"One of the best I've had in a long time, Chris." 

"I'm glad. Think we could do it again sometime?" 

"Don't see why not." 

"You ok with dating a black man?" 

"Nothing bothering me about it. You?" 

"Nope." 

"Good. Here's my phone number. Give me a call and we'll set up another date and I'm sure we'll have another good time." 

Sid didn't even try to give me a kiss that night, and I guess that's what I really liked about him. While some of my other dates had tried to force a kiss on me, Sid just said good night, watched to make sure I made it into the house, then drove off. 

"I hope this isn't a dream," I said to myself as I locked the door and went upstairs to bed. 

That night I dreamed of Eva for the first time in 7 years. I recalled part of our last conversation, that night in our secret place: 

"So tell me, what's it like with a man?" 

"Believe me, Chris, when it finally happens to you, you'll know the difference and it's not something that I can easily put into words. All I can say is give it a chance. You might like it, and then again, you might not. Everyone has a choice of which way you want to go. While I do enjoy a hard cock in me on occasion, to me there's nothing like making love to a woman. You'll see for yourself one of these days." 

I have no idea why that part of our conversation came back to me, but I sat up in my bed, covered with sweat, and began to wonder what it could mean. 

I also noticed I was soaking wet between my legs and that some of my juices had settled underneath my ass and wet the sheet. I've not been that wet since that evening with Eva. 

I know for a fact that I've never been that wet either with a man or just thinking of one, but then I wondered. Did this have something to do with Sid, or was it just my imagination? 

I've never been naked with a man before. 

Never felt a man before and, other then pictures, had never seen a man's penis up close. I felt my self wondering what Sid's would look like. 

I laid back down and tried to go to sleep again, but it wasn't possible. Now I had Sid on my mind and I felt my hand going between my legs, almost as if it had a mind of it's own. Soon my fingers were parting my outer lips and starting to stroke my erect clit. It only took a few minutes for me to get myself to cum, adding more of my juices to the already wet sheet below me. 

Before I realized it, I had three fingers inside me, pumping in and out, while the thumb of my other hand continued to rub my extended clit, bringing me off time and time again. 

When I finally did get up in the morning I wasn't surprised to see that my sheet was thoroughly soaked with my juices and I quickly got up, took them to the laundry room and washed them before my mama could find them. Then I went back upstairs and got clean sheets from the hall closet and remade my bed. Then I went downstairs, took a quick shower to clean myself up, went into the kitchen and fixed a light breakfast. Then I left to go to work. 

"What a night!" I thought to myself. 

Around 3 that afternoon I got a phone call from Sid, asking if he could see me tonight. 

"Sure," I told him. "I've been thinking of you all day and was hoping you'd call me." 

"Really?" he asked. 

"Really. Just couldn't seem to get you off my mind. I even dreamed of you last night." 

"Well, you really must have missed me then, if you dreamed of me. All good dreams, I hope." 

"Nothing but sweet ones, believe me." 

"Ok. I'll see you tonight around 8 then." 

"That's fine. I'll be waiting." 

The rest of the day went by without any problems and as soon as I got home I began to get ready for another date with Sid. I got in the tub and took a long, slow hot soak. I washed my hair and decided against curling it this time. I just dried it and let it hang straight down my back. I put on my makeup, polished my nails, and then set out one of the sexiest outfits I could come up with. I wanted to make an impression on Sid tonight and I was determined that I was going to find out what he had between those black legs of his, one way or the other. My imagination was already running overtime. I could still feel that bulge against my thighs as we danced, but it didn't help. I had no idea as to what was really there and all I could use was my imagination, and that didn't help one bit at all. I knew that the only way I was going to find out was to actually see it for myself, and tonight would be that night. 

I fidgeted all evening, waiting for 8 to get here. Although it was only about a 30 minute wait, it seemed a lot longer, and I was getting restless, knowing what I had planned once I got in that car. 

Finally, 8 pm. 

With a look out the door window, I saw Sid pull up. 

"I'm gone," I hollered at my parents. "We'll be home about 11 or so." 

"Have a good time, dear," my mama answered. 

If only she knew. Ha!!!! 

I raced out the door and jumped into Sid's car. 

He sat there like he'd never seen me before, just staring at me. 

"Is there something wrong?" I asked. 

"Wrong?" 

"Hell no! Girl, you are so stunning. It just took my breath away watching you coming out that door and towards me. I've never seen a white woman look so good in so little." He whistled and winked at me at the same time. And, while I probably should've felt a little 'dirty', I didn't. I was just proud that I'd gotten the exact reaction I wanted from him. 

Yep, this was going to be the night. 

I moved across the seat and snuggled up to him, twisting my arm in his as he pulled onto the road. I reached up and gave him a kiss on his cheek and patted his leg. I left my hand on his leg and I watched as he looked down and then looked at me, a knowing smile on his face. 

"You gonna get into trouble that way," he told me. 

"So?", I asked. "Who says I don't want a little trouble tonight?" 

"You sure"? 

As if to answer his question, I moved my hand up his thigh until I felt the bulge in his pants. I gave a quick squeeze and asked, "What does that tell you?" 

"Tells me that we better find a place to park so we can get down to some business," he answered. 

Again, the right response I was looking for. 

"Sid?" 

"Yes, Chris." 

"How old are you?" 

"Does it matter?" he asked. 

"Not really. I just want to know. You already know my age, and I just wanted to know yours, that's all." 

"Ok," he answered. "I'm 37." 

"WOW!!! I thought, 10 years older then me!" 

"Does that bother you?" 

"Nope. Guess you could say I have a thing for older men," and I laughed. The amazing thing was that he laughed along with me. Made me feel much more at ease at that moment, too. 

I continued to stroke his bulge as he drove, feeling it expand and grow with each successive squeeze. 

"You keep that up and there won't be anything left to give you when we do find somewhere to park." 

"Would that be so bad?" 

"Listen, Chris, are you sure you want to do this? I mean, I can wait. There's no hurry here." 

"Listen to me, Sid," I told him, "I've wanted this for some time now, but just never found the right man that I wanted to give myself to. You're that 'right' man, Sid. I want to give my all to you. Tonight! I want to know how it feels to make love to a man, and to tell you the truth, I'm happy it's you and not that jerk who stood me up at the bar that night." 

"Boy!! That felt good!" I thought. 

It took about 20 minutes for Sid to find a spot where we could have some solitude. After he parked the car we got out and got in the back seat, since there was much more room back there. 

Now came the hard part. 

I had to disrobe in front of him. 

In the 5 years since my lesbian encounter with Eva my chest still hadn't gotten any bigger. In fact, I could still wear a sports bra and feel quite comfortable. To say that I was embarrassed for my lack of boobs is putting it mildly. Nevertheless, I sat there and began to disrobe for Sid, wanting to share my body with him. 

Sid also started to remove his clothing. First his shoes, then his shirt, his pants and finally his shorts. 

By the time he was finished so was I. I sat there, in his back seat, covering my chest with my arms, still somewhat embarrassed for my lack of endowment. My eyes never traveled lower then his face though. I guess I was afraid of what I might, or might not, see down there. 

"Don't be embarrassed, Chris," he told me. Then he gently pried my arms away from my chest and stared at my hard nipples, standing at attention in the cool night air. He reached out and played with both of them at the same time, twisting gently, causing waves of pleasure to sweep over my body. 

Then I got the nerve to look in Sid's lap. 

What I saw there didn't appear to be much, but then again looks can be deceiving, can't they? 

"Don't worry, it'll get bigger," he told me. "Right now I just need a little stimulation and you'll see something you'll not forget anytime soon." 

I reached out and put my hand on his penis. Finally, I was holding a man's penis in my hand. 

At first I wasn't too impressed. 

It didn't seem like much to me. Just a limp piece of meat that didn't appear to be interested in anything. 

Then, as I began to move my hand up and down on it, that piece of meat began to stir and get bigger. And then I noticed something strange about it that I'd not noticed in the pictures I'd seen of other penis'. There was something covering the head! 

I guess Sid could see my confusion. 

"I'm uncut, Chris." 

"What?" 

"I've still got my foreskin." 

"What?" I said again. 

It was then that Sid realized that I'd never seen a penis before, much less held one in my hand. 

He looked at me like I'd suddenly grown a second head. 

"You're a virgin, aren't you, Chris?" 

I could only nod, not daring to take my eyes of that growing penis, afraid it would disappear on me. 

I could hear the concern in Sid's voice when he asked his next question. 

"Are you sure you want to do this?" 

Again, I could only nod my head. 

"Aren't you afraid?" he asked. 

"Like hell," I told him. "But if I don't do this now, then I don't know when I"ll get the chance again, and I want to find out what it's like to have your penis in me." 

He laughed at that one. 

"It's a cock," he told me. 

"Huh?" 

"Call it a cock, Chris. Penis sounds so.......medical!" 

"That's all I've ever heard, Sid." 

"Well, that can change now. It's a cock. Go ahead, say it." 

"Cock," I said. 

"See. That's not so bad now, is it?" 

"I guess not." 

As I continued to pump his 'cock' I noticed that the 'foreskin' was sliding off the top of his 'cock' as well. 

"That's my cock head," he told me. "The foreskin covers the head and helps to keep it sensitive. Makes it much more enjoyable for me when I make love to a woman. Only I usually say when I 'fuck' a woman." 

"Is there a difference?" I asked. 

"Some say that there is. What I've learned is that 'making love' is a slower, gentler way, while 'fucking' is an all out 'go for it' kinda thing. Usually more intense and satisfying, if you ask me." 

"If you say so, Sid." 

We both laughed. I guess I was his first virgin in while, because he wanted to go slow with me, which I really appreciated. After all, this was going to be my FIRST TIME. 

"Play with me a while, and get used to the feeling of me." 

Which is just what I did, too. I watched as his skin moved with my hand, covering and uncovering his head. And then I had an unusual desire to lean forward and take that shiny head into my mouth. 

I looked at Sid and I guess he could read my eyes, cause all he did was tell me to try it and see if I liked it. 

"Just remember, Chris. I'm not going to make you do anything that you don't want to do. This is just between you and me and if you want to take it slow and easy, and experiment, then that's ok with me. I'm in no rush and I don't want you to be, either. I want this to be something that we'll both enjoy." 

"Thank you," was all I could say. 

Then I opened my mouth and took that head into it. I moved my tongue around this head and, at one time, actually felt it slide between his head and the skin that tried to stay over it. 

Another statement from my one evening with Eva came suddenly to mind: 

"Hey, you've got a talented tongue there, kiddo, and you shouldn't waste it...." 

It was almost like Eva was right there beside me, encouraging me to continue. 

So I did. 

In a few minutes I could feel Sid's cock responding to my oral manipulation. He was getting harder. 

And bigger!! 

Before I could understand what was happening, his cock was swelling in my mouth, threatening to cut off my oxygen supply. I started to panic and pulled off, gasping for air. 




My Life



"I was afraid that was going to happen." 

"What?" 

"That you wouldn't be able to take it." 

"Well, I never expected to have something that big in my mouth, either." 

"I'm sure you didn't, but give yourself time and I'm sure you'll be able to handle it better." 

"You think so?" 

"Trust me, Chris. You're gonna make a great cock sucker one of these days." 

"Now you're embarrassing me, Sid." 

"Why?" 

"I don't know. You just are, that's all." 

"You shouldn't be embarrassed at all. Most men that I know would give anything to have a woman give him a great blow job." 

"You think so?" 

"Hell, girl, I know so." 

"What's so special about a 'blow job'?" 

"How do I say this? 

"Have you ever had someone use their mouth on your private places?" 

Thoughts of Eva came into my mind and I knew what it was he was trying to tell me. I could vividly remember exactly how I felt the first time Eva use her tongue on my clitoris and how it felt when she stabbed it into my wanting pussy. 

"Believe it or not, but yes, I have." 

"Then you already know what I'm talking about, don't you?" 

"Yeah, I guess I do." 

Once again, I took his cock into my mouth, again using my tongue to swirl around the head. I began to bob up and down on his huge tool, feeling like I wanted to gag, but not wanting to. I wanted to be able to give him pleasure the way Eva had once given it to me. I wanted to feel him throb in my mouth and I continued to bob on his cock until I got the surprise of my life. 

After about 10 minutes of bobbing on his cock, he jerked back in the seat and hollered, "I'm cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmminnnnnngggggg......" 

I had no idea what he was talking about, but I soon found out. 

After he shouted I felt something shoot into the back of my throat. I did gag that time, since it was totally unexpected and had caught me totally by surprise. There was a sticky, salty taste on the back of my tongue and whatever it was shot down my throat. I sucked and bobbed more and it seemed like whatever it was that was coming out of his cock was not going to end. But, as I tried to pull back off Sid's cock, he put his hands on the back of my head and told me to swallow it all. Again, I had no idea what he was talking about, but I didn't want to disappoint him, so I held his cock in my mouth and continued to swallow whatever he shot into me. 

After a couple shorter shots he finally pulled his deflating cock out of my mouth, his juices dribbling out of my partly opened mouth. I noticed that it had a white appearance and was all gooey and sticky. 

"I'm sorry, Chris." 

"For what", I asked. 

"I didn't realize that you had no idea what was going to happen when you sucked my cock." 

"So, what did happen?" 

"I shot my load down your throat." 

"Load?" 

"My sperm." 

"Yuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!!!" I stated. 

"Was it that bad?" he asked. 

Once I got to thinking about it though, it did taste kinda nice. 

"No. Not really. I wasn't expecting it though and it surprised me when you started shooting down my throat." 

"You REALLY are a virgin, aren't you?" 

"I told you I was!" 

"Yeah, you did. I just thought that you knew something about men and women and what to expect when you stimulated me like that." 

"Well, I didn't." 

We sat there and hugged each other, kissing at the same time. I love the feel of his full lips on my mouth. I could just imagine how those huge lips would feel on my pussy and I told him just that. 

"Sid. I want you to use your mouth on me, too." 

"Really?" 

"Please!" 

"Well, I don't want you to think that I forced myself on you, kiddo." 

"Hey, I'm practically begging you here. Use your mouth on my pussy, Sid!" 

"Lay back and spread your legs, dear. You're going to get the best pussy lapping you've ever had in your life." 

With that said he practically dove forward, planting his mouth on my bald pussy (Yes!! I did take Eva's advice about shaving my pussy. I event went as far as to have my hair electrically removed. Now I only have to have it done about once or twice a year and no more creams or razor burns to deal with). 

As I thought though, his lips felt great against my smooth lips. His tongue was even better. Once it was inside me it felt as though it were as long as that cock I'd sucked on earlier. He'd force it as deep as he could get it and then suck on my clit until I screamed in an eruption of climaxes that I thought would never end. 

Eva had really gotten going, but Sid!!! Sid did things to me that Eva didn't do and his manipulation of my Clint and my inner lips practically drove me up the back of the seat I was laying on. 

He would lick my outer lips, suck on my inner lips, suck on my clitoris, drive his tongue deeper into me then I thought possible, and then suck all my rapidly growing juices from me like they were in a glass. I soon lost count of the many orgasms I had that evening. I didn't want him to stop, but eventually he had to. 

We laid there for what seemed like hours, while we both recovered from the encounter. I know I was exhausted and I felt pretty sure that he was, too. 

"Listen, Chris," he told me. "I know you wanted to go all the way tonight, but I think we ought to wait till we're both ready for it. Right now I don't think I could get it up with a splint if I had to. You've worn me out, girl, and I'm pretty sure you're shot as well." 

"Now that you mention it, Sid, I so tired that all I want to do is fall asleep and not get up for two days. I've only had one other oral encounter like this and believe me, yours was so much better. You did things to me that I didn't think could be done and I loved every minute of it." 

We both began to retrieve our cloths and to get dressed once more. My outfit was wrinkled beyond belief, but it had been well worth it. What I've have a hard time explaining to mama was the shoe print in the middle of the back of my blouse, but I know I could hide it until the laundry had to be done again and then secret it in there before it could be seen. 

Once we were all dressed again we got in the front seat and kissed each other some more. Again, I placed my hand in his lap and caressed his bulge, letting him know that I wasn't finished with him just yet. He leaned over, pulled up my blouse, and sucked on both my nipples for a little while, nibbling them with his teeth, causing just enough pain to make them feel good. I didn't want him to stop, but I knew we had to. 

On the drive home, I continued to play with his cock, through his pants, and he draped his arm over my shoulder and tweaked my nipples. Once we parked in front of my house I leaned over, took out his cock, sucked it a few more times, enjoying the feel of all that skin sliding over my tongue, and then put it back. 

"That's just the beginning, Sid. Remember, the next date you get to stick that think in my pussy and show me what you can do with it." 

"I'm not gonna forget, Chris." 

I got out of the car and went around to his side and gave him a good night kiss, the kind that's guaranteed to bring him back, and then went into the house and up to bed. 

It was the best sleep I'd have in a long time. 

Two days later, while sitting at the breakfast table, wolfing down my scrambled eggs and bacon, dad came into the room with the paper. 

"Have you seen the headlines to day, dear?" he asked my mother. 

"No, dear. Haven't had time this morning." 

"There was another drive-by shooting last night. One man was killed and three others wounded. Says here that the one who was killed was just an innocent bystander who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time." 

"That's a shame," my mama answered. "Does it say who it was?" 

"Let me see." I heard his rustling the paper as he searched for the man's name in the article. 

"Says right here that around 11:00 last night a black man was driving his car down Robinson Street, apparently headed home, when the gunfire erupted. He drove his car into the line of fire and apparently didn't even know what happened. Let's see, I saw his name listed here somewhere...... 

"Ok, here it is. The man's name was Sid Rodney, he was 37 and, thankfully, didn't have a family." 

That was the last thing I remembered, before the blackness took hold. 

The funeral was a little over a week later, and I couldn't even go!! I wanted to be there, but mama told me it wouldn't be proper for a white girl to show up at a black man's funeral. I kept up with it in the paper though and felt like my world had just ended. 

Again!!! 

That was twice I'd had a sexual experience with someone I felt I loved, and twice that person was taken from me. 

What was I doing wrong? 

Was I to blame? 

I had to do something to figure out what was happening to me. 

That was when I found an ad for a new psychologist in town, Dr. Richard Edwards. I called that afternoon and made an appointment. His speciality was hypnosis and I felt that hypnosis was one way to find out what was wrong and then what to do to get it all straightened out. 

Chapter 3 

Dr. Edwards office was in one of the new Medical Towers on the University campus. My appointment was at 2:00 and here I was, sitting in his reception area 30 minutes early. Was I edgy or what? I was also quite nervous. I'd never been to a psychologist before. Never felt that I had a need to, but Dr. Edwards had some good recommendations and I figured that I'd go ahead and give it a try. I really had nothing to lose, so why not. 

I filled out all the forms that were required. 

There was one about the hypnosis that got my attention. 

It stated that although hypnosis was not considered to be a cure, it could be used to help people overcome their inhibitions and to improve their lives. It also stated that being hypnotized did not cause people to do anything they considered to be immoral or against their will. Suggestions could be made and if the person being hypnotize was open minded then the suggestion might be worked on to improve their behavior. 

That's what I wanted. 

Something that would improve my behavior and hopefully improve my life as well. 

I really had nothing to lose, so I signed that form and went to work on the last one. 

This one was a questionnaire and I began at the top of the page by once again entering my name, address, phone number and contact in case of an emergency. 

Next came the first of almost 50 questions. 

'Why did to come to the office of Dr. Edwards today?' 

That one was easy, so I entered my answer: 

'I want to find out why my life has taken so many difficult turns and why I seem to be in such turmoil.' 

I then proceeded to answer the others as I came to them 

Then came the ones about sexual preferences and even though I wasn't sure how they were relative to my visit, I answered them as truthfully as I could. 

All in all, the whole paperwork thing took about 30 minutes and when I was finished with them all, making sure my signatures were on each page, as I'd been instructed by the receptionist, I went back to the desk and handed her the clipboard. 

"As soon as Dr. Edwards has a chance to review your forms you'll be called in, Miss." 

"Thank you," I said to her and then returned to my chair to wait. 

Chapter 3a 

"This is Dr. Richard Edwards. I'm recording this evaluation of a Miss Chris Egger's records, at least the ones she's provided to me today. 

"Apparently Miss Eggers feels depressed. 

"According to what I've read, she's lost two lovers, one female and one male, shortly after having her first sexual experiences with each of them. Her self-esteem seems to be at a low and she wants to find out what she can do to make 'corrections' (Her choice of words on her form, not mine) in her life so that her life can get to some sort of 'normal'

(Again, her words on the form). 

"She wants to try hypnosis to see if it can help her to 'get better'. 

"In further reading her papers, I find that she's apparently got a desire to be with older men and women. Her first female lover was only about the same age as she at that time, approximately 19. Her male lover (And I use that term begrudge, as apparently she didn't have intercourse with the man, just oral contact) was approximately 37 or 38 years old, and black, making him approximately 10 or 11 years older then she is. 

"She's stated in her forms that she prefers black men to white men, simply because they tend to treat her better and appear to appreciate the attention she lavishes on them. 

"She's had no steady relationships, due to the fact that both first contacts ended when the other person was killed, the first - the female, Eva - was hit and killed by a hit-and-run driver. The second - the male, Sid - was shot and killed by a drive-by shooter. Apparently she's come to the conclusion that if she forms any kind of bond with another person that person will also be killed in some fashion, further adding to the depression she's experiencing right now. 

"I'll see what I can find out when she's under my hypnosis and we'll proceed from there." 

Dr. Edwards, a nice looking black man of 57 years, sat the file on his desk and leaned back in his chair, his mind already whirling with the possibilities in this new patient. Now was the time to try something he'd always wanted to do, and this new patient apparently fit all the criteria he wanted. He knew that he'd be able to mold this girl into the woman he wanted and he knew just how he was going to do it. After all, he'd thought about doing this for almost 15 years now, and until moving to this small rural town in Northern Michigan, he'd been afraid to actually try it. He'd been too well-known in New York for his 'unusual' methods of treatment and had almost lost his license just last year. That was when he decided to move to the mid west and to start over again. The wait had been a long time in coming, but in the end he felt the wait had been well worth it. 

He paged his nurse and told her he was ready for the new patient. 

Chapter 3b 

I sat there in the waiting room, flipping through at least 6 of the totally out-dated magazines, almost getting up twice and leaving. Then I thought better of it and decided that the wait was going to be worth it all and would just wait and see what this Dr. Edwards had to tell me. I mean, what did I have to lose here, right? I wanted to get this over with and if I were to leave I'd never find out what my problems were. 

"Miss Eggers," the receptionist called, "You can go in now." 

"Thank you." 

I got up, straightened the small wrinkles out in my skirt, and went to the door to Dr. Edward's office. I gently knocked and when I heard the Dr's response I opened the door and went in. 

I don't know what I'd been expecting, but Dr. Edwards is a nice looking black man. He's perhaps the blackest man I've ever known. I mean his skin reminded me of pictures of coal I'd seen in magazines. I guess I'd place his age in his late 50's, with slightly graying hair and a well trimmed Van Dyke. His eyes seemed to sparkle as he got up from behind his desk and extended his hand for a warm hand-shake. I felt an unexpected tingle between my legs as my hand made contact with his. 

"Miss Eggers," his voice was not quite a deep bass, but nice to listen to just the same, "welcome to my office. Please," he indicated the chair in front of his desk, "be seated." 

I was going to like seeing this man. Him demeanor was easy-going and his voice had that 'trusting' tone to it. I immediately liked him and looked forward to talking to him about my problems. I had to cross my legs to try and stem the feeling I was getting in my pussy. I couldn't believe I was sitting here in this man's office, actually thinking of having a 'relationship' with him. That would be unprofessional of him, and not very nice of me. I'd heard of people falling in love with their doctors, but I was determined that I wasn't going to be one of them, regardless of how I felt between my legs. 

"Do you mind if I call you by your first name, Miss Eggers?" he asked me. 

"No. Not at all, Dr. Edwards." 

"Good." 

"Now, let's discuss a few 'rules' that apply only in this office, shall we? 

"First, when we're in my office I'll call you Chris and you're to call me Richard or Dick, whichever your prefer. We're on an informal basis here and I find that the patient is more comfortable when we're on a first name basis. Outside the office I'll always call you Miss Eggers and you'll call me Dr. Edwards. Is that ok with you, Chris?" 

"Sounds unusual, but it's find with me, Dick." 

"See, that makes you feel easier already, doesn't it?" 

Surprisingly, it really did, and I told him so. 

"Ok, let me tell you a little about what I have in mind here." 

"Please do," I answered. 

"Well, we're just going to sit here and chat a little bit, and during the course of the conversation I'll be asking you some unusual questions and your honest answers are required. Tell me whatever you have on your mind and I'll take notes that'll help me to determine the course of treatment and to what degree of hypnosis I'll need to use on you for our sessions to begin. 

"Now, you're 26, right?" 

"Yes, a couple of months ago, in fact." 

"You state on you forms that you consider your sexual orientation to be bi, right?" 

"Yes." 

"Why is that?" 

"I've only had two sexual contacts in my life, Dick. The first was with my best friend and the second was with a black man I met at a bar and started a 'relationship' with. I found that I enjoyed both contacts, and, with my limited exposure to sex, I just decided that I liked it both ways and didn't see any reason not to continue with that orientation." 

"Very good. That was a great answer. 

"See, it's easy. Isn't it?" 

Now that I thought about it, I guess I was surprised at just how easy the answer had come to me. I felt myself relaxing even more in this man's presence. 

"Yes, it is." 

"Good. 

"Let's continue. Now, how did you feel about being with a black man that was almost 11 years older then you?" 

"To tell you the truth, I never thought of it in those terms. He was just a man who approached me when I was feeling rejected, he talked nice, treated me with respect and made me feel good." 

"Were you in love with him?" 

"I'm not sure if I was or not," I answered honestly. Mainly, because I really didn't know for sure if I had been in love with Sid or not. Guess I'll never know for sure now, though. 

"What was the extent of your sexual contact with Sid?" 

Now that question did catch me a little bit off guard, but then Dick had told me that he'd have to ask some unique questions. 

"All we had was some quick oral sex in the back seat of his car. I took him in my mouth and then he did the same to me." 

"Did he shoot his load in your mouth?" 

"Yes, he did." 

"Did you cum in his mouth as well?" 

"Yes." 

"Did you enjoy the feeling you had when he shot in your mouth?" 

"At first it kinda scared me. As you already know, that was my first time with a man and when he shot in my mouth I almost panicked." 

"Why?" 

"Well, I didn't know he was going to shoot anything into my mouth and I almost gagged when it happened." 

"Did Sid explain what had happened?" 

"Yes, he did. He told me that I'd gotten him so hot that it was a natural reaction to shoot his load. Up to that time I had no idea what happened when a man got so aroused like that. Now I do, so I know what to expect each time and it won't bother me again." 

"I take it, from that answer, that you enjoyed feeling his load in your mouth. Did you like the taste of his cum?" 

"As a matter of fact, I did. It was kinda salty in flavor and once I got it on my taste buds I found that it wasn't as bad and I first thought." 




My Life



"So, what happened?" 

"He continued to shoot his cum into my mouth and I tried to swallow as much of it as I could." 

I watched as Dick made notations on his legal pad, and wondered what it was he was putting there. Was it good? Was it bad? Did it make me appear to be a slut or a whore? At this point of the appointment, I found that I didn't really care one way or the other. I realized that talking about it was already starting to make me feel better about myself and the choices I'd already made in my life. 

"How did you like it when he used his mouth on you?" 

I could still 'feel' Sid's tongue inside me, just thinking about it. I knew I was starting to get wet between my legs and was thankful for the extra pad I'd applied to the inside of my panties before I left my apartment. 

"I was in heaven. In many ways it was much, much better then the oral stimulation Eva had given me all those years ago. While Eva had been a gentle lover, Sid was a little rougher and tried his best to bring out as many orgasms as he could by manipulating my clit with his tongue." 

I hoped that the movements I was making, as I recalled that moment in the back of Sid's car, didn't reveal too much to Dick. But then again, did I really care that much? I don't think so. 

It was then that I noticed Dick staring at my chest and I looked down to see that both my nipples were trying to get through the blouse I was wearing. Apparently just thinking about Sid and his talented tongue was enough to arouse me and cause them to harden. Oh well, I was getting horny and I didn't really care if Dick could tell or not. Once again, I was beginning to feel better about myself and I was thankful that my body was reacting as it should be. 

"Just sitting in that room, across from Chris, had my cock already hardening in my jockeys. Thank goodness for my legal pad in my lap. As I wrote my notes I was able to hide my hardness from her and barely managed to keep my train of thought on her responses to my questions,"

I thought to myself. 

"How in the world will I ever be able to go through with this. If just talking to her has me this hard, what will it be like when I actually have her under my control and can't control myself?" 

"Ok, Chris. I think that should do it for the questions right now. I've got your questionnaire right here and I'm sure I can get more information once I get the time to sit down and read it entirely. For right now though, I think it's best to talk about some of the therapy I'll be doing right here in this office. 

"I'm going to put you under a mild hypnosis in a little while. Once you're under I'm going to give you several 'trigger' words. These 'triggers' will only be known to me and when I use them on you you'll go into a trance. Unless I tell you to remember something specific, you'll not remember what happened during those sessions, but feel assured, that most of the time you'll be able to remember what did happen and that will enable you to work on your issues and to try and correct them." 

"What about the ones I can't remember," she asked me. 

"Those suggestions are simply there as reminders. In a way certain things that will happen will trigger those memories, but only briefly. Sometimes you'll be able to remember events and at other times those events will be foggy enough that you're not quite able to remember them at all. In fact, most of the time they'll seem like they were dreams that will flutter into your mind, only to fade quickly." 

"Is that good?" 

"Yes, actually it is. I want those 'fleeting' memories to trigger something in your mind so that you'll be able to recall something the next time you come into my office and we can sit here and discuss them in detail." 

"Ok, Dick. You're the doctor and I trust your decisions on this." 

"Good. 

"Now, are you ready to start?" 

"Sure." 

Chapter 3c 

I had Chris sit back on the sofa, telling her to relax. In about 3 minutes I had her under and was ready to begin. 

"Chris? Can you hear me?" 

"Yes," she answered dreamily. 

"Good. 

"Now, Chris, I want you to feel totally relaxed as you sit here. In a few minutes you're going to start to feel hot and sweaty and you're going to remove your blouse and your skirt, so that you're sitting here in only your bra and panties. Do you understand?" 

"Only in bra and panties," she answered. 

I sat back in my seat and waited. In a few minutes she started to act like it was getting hotter in here and I could actually see small beads of sweat forming on her forehead and on her upper lip. 

"Dick, do you mind if I get out of some of these clothes? It's getting hot in here." 

"Sure, Chris. Make yourself feel right at home." 

She unbuttoned her blouse and took it off, followed soon after by her skirt. Her bra was just a plain white one, and didn't appear to have much of a cup size to it. Her panties were a bright pink in color though and had ruffles around the waistband and a darker pink 'C' stitched on the left side. Obviously the initial was for her name, or at least I assumed that was what it meant. 

"Now, Chris, you're getting hotter and in a few minutes you'll remove your bra and panties and then you'll get so aroused you'll start playing with yourself, pushing your fingers into your pussy and playing with your clit until you have a big orgasm." 

Again, I sat back and waited. Again, only a few minutes passed as she reached behind her and unclasped her bra and pulled it off. I could then see why her bra cups were so small. Her breasts were almost nonexistent. Her aureoles were the size of silver dollars and her nipples appeared to stand out about a half inch in front of her. I could tell by looking that they were has hard as nails, too. 

Next she removed her panties and I got my first good look at her twat. I was surprised that she didn't have any hair on her outer lips and I asked her about the reason for it." 

"Eva's pussy was bare the time we made love to each other. I asked her about it before we left and she told me that she love the feel of her naked pussy against her panties and the feel of her male lovers against her as well. She recommended a cream for me to use, and for a while I did. About 2 years ago I had all my pubic hair removed electronically and I've been bare down there ever since." 

As she told me all this I noticed that her hand was now rubbing her outer lips and watched as she slowly slid two, then three of her fingers inside herself and began to stroke her clitoris. In only a matter of about five minutes or so, she had a huge orgasm and almost collapsed right there on the sofa. 

"How did that feel, Chris. I mean, how did it feel to masturbate right here in front of me?" 

"I love to cum," was all she said. 

I got up and move in front of her. 

"When I tell you to open your eyes, you'll see me standing in front of you. You'll also notice the huge bulge in my pants and you'll want to do something to help the ache I feel in my loins. Without saying anything, you'll undo my pants, drop my shorts, and take my cock into your hand and play with it for a few minutes. Then you take it into your mouth and suck on it until I shoot my cum down your throat." 

"Chris," I said, as I got up and stood in front of her. "Open your eyes now." 

I watched her. As her eyes opened she saw me standing there and immediately noticed the huge erection I was hiding behind my pants. She tugged on my belt and opened pulled down the zipper, drawing my pants to my knees. Next she pulled down my shorts and I heard a gasp escape her lips when she first saw what I'd hidden from her. 

I'm not going to brag on my size. I don't really care if I'm 'hung' or not, but I am a modest 8 inches when I'm hard and I am uncut, with a lot of overhanging skin at the end of my cock, and as far as thick, well I'd measured myself one time and found that I was at least 5 inches around, just below my head. 

Chris took my cock in her hands, pulling the excess skin back and forth, allowing my pink cock head to be exposed and then covered again. She did that a couple of times, the pealed the skin all the way back and took me into her mouth, trying to swallow my hardness all in one quick gulp. Since I was so big around she had to work slowly to get me all in her mouth, and then her cheeks were so swollen out from the sides of her face that I thought her skin was going to split open. Luckily that didn't happen and after about 5 minutes of working my cock in and out of her mouth, she was able to take me all into her throat. My knees got week feeling the wetness and warmness of her mouth as she engulfed my cock. I felt her tongue slide around my head and slip between my skin, sliding back and forth, jabbing at my piss hole on the top. 

In a few minutes she started to bob up and down on my cock and I just knew I was going to explode right then and there, but I managed to hold back a while longer. I wanted to enjoy the feeling of this white woman taking my black cock into her mouth and giving me the pleasure I wanted so much. The difference between my almost-coal black cock and her white face amazed me. I'd always fantasized about having a white woman sucking my cock, and now that was coming true. 

She reached down with her other hand and cupped my balls, twisting them between her fingers and continuing to suck on my cock. Then she moved her hand below my balls and caressed the area between my balls and my ass hole, giving me a thrill I'd not felt in years. For someone who didn't have a lot of experience with men, she appeared to know just what to do to make me feel good. I felt as she moved her fingers further back and in a moment she was rubbing one or two of them over my ass hole, so I tried to spread my legs just a little bit more, to give her easier access back there. I knew that if this kept up that I was going to have to sit down. 

Fortunately for me though, about that time I felt my eruption begin and only moments later I shot the biggest load of cum I'd ever had right into her throat. 

She tried hard to keep that cum in her mouth and to swallow as quickly as she could, but apparently it was too much for her and I noticed small amounts of cum dripping from the corners of her mouth, but she continued to suck the cum from me. Once I was finished she took her mouth off me and proceeded to lick up and down my cock, cleaning off the cum that had slipped down her chin and settled on my balls. Then she used her hands, wiping off the excess cum still on her face, and licked her fingers until she was all done. 

Then I sat down, exhausted from it all. 

Chris just moaned and started to stroke her clit again, wanting to come once more. 

"Chris?" 

"Do you want to feel like a real woman now? Do you want me to do something for you?" 

"Yes." 

"What do you want me to do now?" I asked her. 

"I want you to stick your big, black cock into my pussy and fuck me!" 

"Are you sure? You are still a virgin, aren'y you?" 

"Yes, I'm sure. I'm tired of being a virgin and I want to feel that black cock inside of me." 

"The show me." 

She laid back on the sofa, reached between her legs, pulled herself apart and showed me her wet, hot hole. 

"You see this?" she asked. 

"Yes." 

"Well, I want you to fill that hold with your black cock and fu ck me until I cum all over it." 

I didn't wait for another invitation. 

"You're going to have to get me hard again, first," I told her. "You got me to shoot in your mouth and right now I'm limp again. Think you can get me hard enough right now so I can fuck you?" 

She sat up again on the couch, reached for me, grabbing me by my limp cock, and pulled me towards her. I got up again and stood in front of her once more. She took me into her mouth again and used that tongue and suction to once again get me erect. Once she's accomplished that she laid back and pulled me closer to her hot, box. She slipped my cock head to the confines of her pussy and I knew what I had to do. 

In one quick motion I entered her, not entirely, but enough so that she knew what it felt like to finally have a cock in that bald pussy of hers. 

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssssssssssssss!!!!!" she hollered, and I hoped that the sound-proofing I'd had installed in my office walls was enough that the noise didn't get into the reception area. 

"FUCK ME!!!" She hollered. "FUCK ME!!!" 

And I did just that. 

On the next outward stroke I pulled almost completely out of her, but on the down stroke I plunged my entire hardness into her, driving her head against the back of he sofa, causing her to moan even louder. She put her arms around my back, pulling me closer, and deeper, to her. I felt her nails in my back as she pulled harder and I knew she'd drawn blood with that piece of action. At that point I didn't care though. I had my cock deep inside of her and she felt great. Her pussy muscles were working on my cock and I could feel her grasp me from inside, pulling me deeper and trying to get me still deeper into her. I gave her everything I had and did my best to appease her. 

"I'm cummmmmmmmmiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnggggggg......" she screamed, and wrapped her legs around my lower back, again trying to pull me deeper into her. I was already as close to her as I was going to get, but she continued to try and I let her. After all, I didn't want to hurt my back in all this. There was going to be plenty of time to get more of this white pussy, and I intended to make the most of it whenever she had an appointment. 

After about 15 minutes she finally relaxed her grip with her legs and I was able to once again pound in and out of her and shortly after that I sent yet another powerful load of my cum into her, this time into her twat instead of her mouth. 

"Yesssssss! Give it all to me, Dick!!!" she yelled and then finally collapsed beneath me, all spent from her first fuck. 

I let her lay there for about 30 minutes, to recover. The I had her sit up and gave her a fresh wash cloth and told her to clean herself up and to then get dressed and to return to the sofa and wait for me to tell her what to do next. 

While she cleaned up, so did I. I got my shorts and pants pulled up and fastened and returned to the chair situated in front of her. I looked at the satisfied look on her face and could tell that she'd had a good time this session. 

"Chris." I said to her. 

"Yes." 

"When I give you the trigger you'll wake up and not remember a thing that happened in this office today. You'll remember our conversations, all the questions you answered and why you came here today, but nothing else will remain in your memories. Understand?" 

"Yes." 

"Good." 

"Pink panties," I said. 

I watched her face as she opened her eyes and saw me sitting there in front of her. She seemed a little confused, but that always happens the first time someone is hypnotized. In a few moments she regained her bearings and realized where she was. 

"How did I do?" she asked. 

"You did quite well, Chris. I'm impressed with what we accomplished today." 

"Really?" 

"Yes. You did great and I'm quite sure that more progress will be made in the future." 

"So. Are we done for today then?" 

"We are. I want you to be sure to make another appointment for a week from today. Just stop at the receptionist and let her know and she'll set it all up. When I see you next week we'll move on to the next phase of your treatment and I'm sure you'll notice an improvement as well." 

"Thank you so much, Dick." 

She got up to leave and reached out to shake my hand. 

"I'll see you in a week, Chris." 

"Yes," she answered, "You will." 

With that she left my office and all I had were the memories of what had just transpired between the two of us. 

Chapter 4 

As I left the office I glanced at my watch and was surprised to see that I'd actually been in Dr. Edwards office just over 2 hours. To me it had seemed like I'd only been there for about 30 minutes, but I guess by the time we'd finished the interview and the rest of the paperwork that the time had just gone faster then I thought. 

I had this week feeling in my knees and a strange fullness in my loins, and for the life of me I couldn't understand why. Usually I only had this feeling after a hot 'hands session' with whomever it was I had been seeing, since I was still a virgin and not really had any sex. 

I felt like I was wearing my virginity like an albatross around my neck. 

Immediately I thought of the "Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner", a poem my 12th grade English teacher had made us read. Funny how things just pop into your mind when those thoughts are the furthest thing from your conscious mind. 

I got home about 30 minutes later and went to my room and got undressed and prepared to take a nice long soak in a tub of hot water. When I was clad in only my bra and panties I went into the bathroom and began to draw the water. What I really needed was to just sit in the water and relax. It was the one thing that served to ease my mind, and my body, and right now I felt mighty tense after that 'non-session' with Dr. Edwards. 

Once I removed my underwear I stood in front of the full-length mirror that was hanging on the back of the bathroom door. I noticed that my outer lips were red and swollen and again, couldn't understand it. Yes, I'd had some erotic thoughts on the way home, but I didn't think they were enough to cause something like this. 

I sat on the edge of the tub, spread my legs slightly and inserted a finger into my vagina. I wasn't any wetter then usual, so I quickly ruled out the erotic thoughts part and simply didn't give it another thought. I got in the water, sat down and leaned back, letting the water come up to just under my breasts, or what served as my breasts. 

With practically a flat chest I was most conscious of what wasn't there then what I actually had. 

My mind went back to my only encounter with Eva and I remember the size of her breasts, and how they'd felt when I'd put my hands on them for the first time. It was a feeling I knew I'd never have with my own breasts. After all, flat chests ran in my family. My mother didn't even have a chest to speak of. I can remember her joking that she didn't ever have to buy a bra, "After all," she'd told me, "What am I going to hold up with it?" and we both laughed. 

My hand drifted to my gash, and I rubbed my smooth skin of my pussy, still amazed of how good it felt not to have any hair, or stubble, down there. I know for certain that Sid loved it, too. 

A tear formed in my eye and I wiped it away. My only memories of the short time I'd had with him still made me cry. 

"Why?" I asked no one in particular. 

Not that I ever wanted an answer. That would only make things worse, as far as I was concerned, and I didn't want that right now. What I wanted more then anything was to just sit here, relax, and forget. I settled lower in the hot water, now up to my chin, and just drifted off. 

* * * * 

When I opened my eyes I was still in the tub, only now the water was almost cold. I opened the drain and stood up, grabbing my towel from the rack and began to dry off. In no time I was standing in from of the mirror again. 

"Not much to look at, young lady," I said to myself. 

Yes, I'm not much to look at. 

At least to myself. 

Others tell me otherwise, such as Eva and Sid. Hell, even Dr. Edwards told me I was a nice looking lady. Maybe I just had to look at myself differently. 

I placed my hands under my almost-nonexistent breasts, pretending to lift them up, dreaming they were actually larger then they are. It was always a dream to be able to have a nice set of jugs that would really turn a man's head and take notice of me. 

I guess I'd always be just a 'plain Jane' type of girl. 




My Life



I got into my pj's and checked all the windows and doors to make sure they were locked and that the alarm system was all set, and then I went to my bedroom and got in bed. I couldn't believe I was as tired as I was, but I think I went to sleep that night as soon as my head hit my pillow. 

* * * * 

I woke up the next morning feeling better than I had in ages. I got up and took a quick shower. Since it was Saturday I didn't have to go to work and I intended to enjoy this weekend to the fullest. 

I had planned to sit at home and catch up on all those DVD's I'd been intending to watch, but since the weather was so nice outside I decided on a quick walk through the neighborhood. I put on my jogging shorts (not that I actually jogged) and, making sure I had my keys and that the door was locked, I headed out. The sun was shining and there were almost no clouds in the sky. Yes, it felt good out here this morning. 

Not really planning on where I was going to go, I just took a right at the end of my walkway and began my walk. 

Before I realized I was at one of my favorite eateries and was surprised to Grandpa Ned leaving the establishment. 

"Grandpa Ned!" I called. 

At first he didn't hear me, so I called him again and this time he heard me and looked in my direction, waving when he finally saw me. 

"What are you doing out this way?" he asked me. 

"Just decided that I wanted to take a walk this morning. I had no idea that I'd be running into you." 

"Well," he said, "I'm glad you did. You really don't know where you are, do you?" 

From the tone in his voice I realized that I'd not paid any attention to where I was going, but then it hit me. Even though this was my favorite eatery, it was the last place that Sid and I had been before he'd been shot. 

I guess my face drained of color just a bit, and I became wobbly on my feet. The next thing I remember was the feel of Grandpa Ned's arms around me, keeping me from falling to the sidewalk. 

"Take it easy there, girl." 

Slowly I sat on the concrete and began to collect myself. Suddenly I felt the unbidden tears start to come and they ran down my cheeks. 

"Here." 

I looked up and Grandpa Ned was holding a clean, white handkerchief out to me. 

"Thank you," I told him. 

He sat on the concrete next to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders, drawing my head onto that huge shoulder, making me feel somewhat better. 

I think this was the first good cry I'd had since Sid died. 

"You going to be ok, Chris?" he asked me. 

"To tell the truth, Grandpa Ned, I don't think I'm ever going to be ok again. Sid meant the world to me and I'd almost forgotten this place and what happened here. It was my last date with him, and I miss him so much." 

The tears started again and before I could control my feeling, the sobs were pouring out of me and I cried right there, sitting on the cold sidewalk with my head on the shoulder of a man I truly called a friend. 

"Come on, girl. My house is only around the corner. We'll go there and I'll get you something to drink and you can collect yourself before you go home." 

"Thank you." 

"You know it's no problem for me. I've been looking out for kids since before your time and I guess it just comes natural for me." 

He got up, helped me to my feet, and we started towards his house. 

"Well," he started, "it's not actually my house. It's my brother's home and I stay with him. He's not well and I'm the only one left to watch after him. He's got lung cancer and been fighting it for over 15 years now. Right now he's in remission, but the doc's tell me that his health still isn't what it should be, so I've moved in with him and help him as much as I can." 

We came to a small house with a yellow picket fence around the front yard. 

"Here it is," he told me. "It's not much, but it's home." 

Actually, it looked quaint. The outside was painted a pale blue, with the shutters at the front windows and the front door a dark blue. The small porch was decked with wood and there was a small swing hanging from the ceiling. The handrails around the porch painted the same yellow as the fence around the yard. 

Holding the door open for me, I entered into the living room and was quite amazed at just how neat the place looked. But, then again, I knew that Grandpa Ned kept his place so neat back home, so I really shouldn't have been too surprised. 

"Samuel's in the back. I'll go get him and introduce you." He left through a arched doorway to the right and soon disappeared. 

I sat on the nicely padded lounge chair and made myself comfortable, reclining and relaxing. I hadn't realized just how tense I'd gotten a little while ago and to finally sit on something that felt so good seemed to help a lot. 

"Chris," Grandpa Ned said as he entered the living room, "I'd like you to meet my older brother, Samuel." 

Samuel came in behind his brother and to say I was surprised is an understatement. Here I was, expecting to see a man in ill health, probably walking with a cane, but the man who stood in front of me was not the one in my imagination. 

Samuel stood about 4 inches taller than his brother, with a shaved head and a set of full lips that just begged to be kissed. ( I don't know why that thought leaped into my mind!!!) His body didn't look like it belonged to a man of almost 80 years. In fact, if I hadn't already know his age, I'd have suspected that he was closer to 60, maybe even younger. 

His upper body was strongly built and his legs looked almost as powerful. He stood there in his short pants, and muscle shirt, sweating like crazy and just stared at me. Of course, I was staring at him as well. 

"Hello, Chris," he finally said, reaching out his hand to shake mine. 

"Hello, Samuel." 

"Please, call me Sam. Only Ned calls me Samuel." 

"Ok, Sam. Nice to meet you." 

I guess he noticed that I was staring at him, so he told me what he'd been doing before we'd gotten there. 

"Sorry for my appearance, Chris," he said as he sat down on the couch and wiped at the sweat on his face and head with the towel he held in his hand. 

"I was out back doing my exercises." 

I nodded to him, not knowing what to say. 

"What he means," volunteered Grandpa Ned, "is that he was in the back yard lifting his weights." 

"Ever since the doctors told me I had the lung cancer I've been on this health kick. I eat only vegetables and organic food, no red meat, and exercise at least 4 to 6 hours a day. Mostly I lift weights, jog around the neighborhood, and just generally take care of myself." 

"But," I said, "I thought Grandpa Ned came up here to help you. You don't look to me like you need that much help." And, just as soon as I said it, regretted it. 

The two men looked at each other, then at me, and then busted out in loud laughter. 

"What's so funny?" I asked. 

"Well," answered Sam, "Ned's been thinking that he had to take care of me most of my life, especially since the cancer. I keep trying to tell him that I'm fine, but he decided to move in anyway and do what he could for me. Now you tell me, do I look like an invalid?" 

"No," I told him. 

"Thank you. 

"I've been telling this hard-headed brother of mine the same thing for almost 10 years now, and he's still not listening." 

At that we all laughed and then, before I knew it, we all sat there and talked out ourselves. Grandpa Ned and I told Sam about some of the things that had happened back home, when he was watching all us kids, and then the time just seemed to jump ahead and in no time Sam was turning on the lights, since it was now getting dark outside. 

It was then that I realized what time it was and got up to leave, to go back home. 

"You're not going anywhere tonight," Sam told me. "This is no neighborhood for a white girl to be outside by herself. If we had a car I'd gladly give you a ride home. Consider yourself to be our guest and you can stay in Ned's room tonight. We'll bunk together tonight and then tomorrow you can go back to your place, and one of us will walk with you to see that you get there safe and sound." 

"I couldn't do that," I objected. 

"Sure you can. The only thing that'll happen is that the neighbors will talk about how the Simpson brothers had a white girl stay with them overnight. Nothing for you to worry about. I'm sure we can handle the neighbors, can't we Ned?" 

"Sure we can, Samuel. We've 'handled' them before and we can do it again." 

With that Ned showed me to his room, which had a half-bath attached, got his night clothes and left me by myself. 

He's laid out one of his nightshirts for me to wear and, after washing off at the sink, I put it on and went to the bed. 

It was huge!!! 

It looked comfortable, too. And, as I crawled onto it, I realized that this was a goose-down mattress. I'd always wanted to try one of those things, but never had the chance. I settled down, pulled up the sheet and got situated on the mattress. In no time I felt the pull of the sandman and drifted off to sleep. 

* * * * 

I don't know what time it was when I got up, but my bladder felt like it was full and I had to go to the bathroom if I was going to get back to sleep, so I got up and went into the bathroom. While I was sitting there I heard a noise coming from the hallway. I really didn't pay too much attention to it, and thought it was just my imagination, so I finished my business, flushed the toilet and went back to bed. 

As I was laying there, trying to get back to sleep, I heard the noise again and this time realized that it was coming from the room across the hall. 

My first thought was that something was wrong, so I got out of bed and went to my door. I cracked it open a little bit and the noise got louder. I noticed that the door to Sam's room was slightly open and a beam of light was seen. I went into the hall and stood at the door, listening to what was coming from the bedroom. 

What I heard completely shocked me. 

"Suck that dick, brother!" 

That was Grandpa Ned! 

"Yes!!!!!! Suck it harder, I'm about to shoot my load right down that throat of yours." 

I was almost paralyzed as I stood there. 

I couldn't' believe what I was hearing. 

Sam and Grandpa Ned were engaged in oral sex!! 

WITH EACH OTHER!!!! 

Something pulled me closer to the door and it was open just enough that I could see inside, without being seen from the room itself. 

There on the double bed were the two brothers, naked and glistening with sweat that seemed to pour off both their bodies. 

Grandpa Ned was straddling his brothers chest, with his huge dick hanging down and entering Sam's mouth. I looked at Sam, as he lay there on the bed, and glanced that the dick between his legs. 

It was hard and seemed to stand above his belly. I couldn't believe the size of that thing. It looked to be about 10 inches long and had a lot of foreskin around the head. In fact, there was so much skin that it kind of dangled at the end, hanging limply just above his belly. 

As I stood there and watched Grandpa Ned reached behind his back and grabbed Sam's cock. He started jacking it and that skin seemed to slide up and down over that light purple cock head. In no time Sam was shooting his load all over Grandpa Ned's back, as well as his own stomach. 

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh", groaned Sam, shooting one of the biggest loads I'd ever seen (and considering I'd only seen one man shooting his load before, that was something.) 

"Here I cuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," Grandpa Ned shouted, apparently shooting a load of his own down his brother's throat. 

I stood there and watched as it all unfolded right in front of me. I never would've suspected something like this. 

Not from Grandpa Ned!!! 

Pretty soon the two of them laid there on the bed, gasping to catch their breaths. 

"Well, Samuel, is she everything I told you she'd be?" 

"And then some, bro. I had no idea she was such a sexy thing. Can't wait to sink this uncut black cock into that white pussy of hers." 

"Neither can I. I've wanted to fuck that girl for ages." 

Now I was really SHOCKED!!!! 

The two of them were laying in that bed, after sucking and jacking off each other, and were talking about me!!! 

ME!!! 

They wanted to FUCK ME!!! 

I have to admit, the thought of what I'd just witnessed both grossed me out, and also made me terribly wet between my legs. I could already feel my juices soaking my panties. I hadn't realized it til then, but my hand was in my panties and my fingers were rubbing my clit, drawing me closer to my climax. 

Before I could make any noise I retreated to Sam's room and quickly climbed into the bed, where I continued to manipulate my clit until I had one of the biggest climaxes in my young life. As I finally drifted off to sleep again, my thoughts were of those two huge cocks fucking into my pussy and my mouth. 

* * * * 

Sunday morning I got up, washed up in the bathroom, and met the two brothers in the kitchen, where they were already sitting at the table drinking their coffee. 

"Can I get you something to eat? Drink?" asked Sam. 

"No, thank you. I think I just want to get home so I can take a shower and relax. Gotta get up early in the morning and go to work." 

"Did you sleep well?" Grandpa Ned asked. 

"Yes, I did. That mattress of yours is something else. Gotta get one of those things for myself one of these days." 

"Not gonna find one like that one," Sam told me. "That was his bed when he and I were kids and he's kept it up pretty well in all this time. I think he replaces all those feathers at least twice a year." 

"Three times," Grandpa Ned interjected. 

"Ok, three times a year," and they both laughed and I joined them. 

Last night was still fresh in my mind though and I wanted to get out of there and home before I did something that I might regret later. Not that I think I'd really regret it though. The tingling between my legs had started again as soon as I'd seen them at the table, remembering what I'd witnessed in that room and, secretly, wanting to feel both those cocks. 

"You ok," Sam asked. 

"Yes. 

"Why?" 

"Just had a far away look in those beautiful eyes of yours." 

"Just a quick thought," I told them. 

"Let me get my things all together and then I'd like to ask one of you to walk home with me. I really should be getting home." 

"Sure," Sam said. "Let me get my shorts on and I'll gladly walk with you." 

"Thanks." 

I went back to the bedroom, made sure the bed was made and that any mess I'd left from that night was cleaned up, went into the bathroom and roughly tussled my hair into place and then met the two of them in the living room. 

There was some hurried whispering as I got there, which quickly ended as soon as I entered the room, but for some reason, I didn't pay too much attention to it. 

"Ready when you are, Sam." 

"Ready here, Chris." 

He opened the front door for me and we both left, with Grandpa Ned standing in the doorway, watching us head to my place. When I turned around he was gone and the door was closed. 

On the way to my house Sam and I just talked to each other. It wasn't anything monumental, just chit-chat. What I did at work, what my hobbies and likes were, as well as what he liked and wanted to do. I was surprised. Sam was such a nice man and I found it quite easy to just chat with him and be relaxed. I hadn't felt this way with another man since Sid. It was a shame that he was almost 60 years older then I was. 

Before long we were standing on the porch of my home and were getting ready to say goodbye to each other when Sam asked if he could have a drink of water before he went back home. 

"Sure," I told him. "Come on in." 

"Have a seat," I told him, while I went into the kitchen to get him some ice water. After all, it was hot outside and I'm sure he was just as thirsty as I was, so I also got a glass for myself. 

When I got back to the living room I was startled to find him sitting on the couch, with nothing on!!! 

His huge cock hung limply between his legs, all that skin drawing my attention almost immediately. 

"Just what are you doing?" I stammered. 

"I saw you at the door last night, fingering that pussy of yours. I figured you wanted to see what you were missing last night, so I thought I'd show you." 

I was totally speechless. 

Sam got off the couch and came across the room to me, taking me in his powerful arms and gave me a huge kiss. Those full lips of his covered my mouth and he pushed his tongue into me, and I was soon sucking on it, returning the kiss with a passion I didn't realize I had. 

He grabbed my hand and directed it to his crotch, notably to his dick, which was growing harder as I gripped it. While he was long, he wasn't too thick and I was able to get my fingers all the way around it. The hardness of his cock surprised me. 

"How can something so hard feel so soft," I thought to myself. 

It was true though. That hard cock of his had a feel of soft velvet in my hands. His black skin was so soft to the touch and I grabbed it and started to jack it up and down, feeling all that foreskin slide up and over his cock head. 

Then I felt his hands on my rear end, and soon they were pushing my jogging pants down, and getting into my panties, which were already soaked with my juices. 

"Damn!!!" he said. 

"You're one wet girl, Chris." 

I only nodded and pulled his mouth back to mine, and continued the kiss he'd started. I didn't want it to end. 

Now his hands were all over my butt. He grabbed me and squeezed my cheeks, kneading my flesh with his huge hands. Man, did that feel good.

Then he took those huge hands and lifted my blouse up and over my head, taking it off and revealing my little titties to him. My nipples were standing at attention, practically begging for attention. 

He got on his knees and took first one nipple and then the other into his mouth. When he was sucking one he paid attention to the other with his hands, gently twisting it to rock hardness, and causing me to moan louder. Man, his hands felt great on my goose bumpy flesh. I didn't want it to end. 

"Shall we go somewhere where we can be comfortable?" he asked me. 

"Let me check the door first," I replied. 

"Already done," he told me. "That was the first thing I did after we came in." 

With nothing else to say, I grabbed his hand and drew him to me, kissing him yet again, then pulling him down the short hallway to my bedroom. 

Once there we fell on the bed and continued with our passion. 

It was hard to believe I was in bed with an 80 year-old man. He seemed to have the stamina of someone my age, but then I thought about his health regimen and then forgot about it, as his mouth went to work once more on mine. 

"Just lay there and let me do the work for now," he told me, and I gladly did just that. 

He let me get in the middle of the bed, making sure I was comfortable, and then he once again joined me. 

I admired that black body of his, already glistening with sweat, as he got on the bed and climbed on top of me. 

He started by kissing me again. A deep kiss, that almost felt like he was probing for my tonsils, but it was so passionate that I could hardly believe it. It was perhaps one of the gentlest kisses I'd ever had. 

When he finished his kiss he moved to my 'almost' breast, concentrating on my nipples, which still stood out on my chest, begging for more attention. Gently, he nibbled on each one, using his teeth carefully, creating an erotic sensation that I could feel all the way down to my pussy. He would pinch and caress one while sucking on the other one, making them even more sensitive to his touch. 

Then he slid his tongue down to my navel, licking into it and sucking it gently, licking around the outside and then digging in. I never knew my navel could be so sensitive 




My Life



He should really stop staring but no matter what his mind said, his eyes refused to obey. He continued to stare, his eyes caressing the lean hard body. His girlfriend, Melissa, chatted on completely unaware of his fascination.

"...and I told her she could go fuck herself. She said..." Rider barely heard the words as he continued to stare. 

"Hey Rider, Missy." Rider turned to smile at Jason as he slid into the booth across from them.

"Hey Jas. Where's Christy?" Jason snagged a fry from the carton in the center of the table before answering.

"Don't know. Don't care." That got Missy's attention.

"Jason! How can you say that? Rider always cares where I'm at, don't you, Rider?" Rider didn't bother to look at her. Missy wasn't a complete airhead but she was completely clueless when it came to human emotion. Rider didn't miss the tense set of Jason's shoulders or the way his free hand clenched as he slid it off the table. Jason didn't bother justifying Missy's questions with an answer but rather he looked towards the stage at where a band was setting up.

"Campus band?" Jason asked. Rider turned his attention back to the stage. Back to the figure he'd been staring at for the past 10 minutes.

"Nah. Some local band," Rider murmured as his eyes searched and found his intended target. His eyes slid easily over the slender frame with shoulder length black hair, stopping to appreciate the firm black clad ass. He tore his eyes away from the enchanting site and turned back towards Jason. Jason squinted then he smiled.

"Hey, I know that guy. Be right back." Rider felt his heart thumping as Jason greeted a member of the band and was introduced to everyone else. They talked for a little while longer then Jason started back for the booth. Rider forced himself to remain calm as Jason slid back into the booth. Maybe he could finagle an introduction with the singer.

"Who was that?" 

"That was a guy I knew back in high school, Andy Beckman. He hooked up with the band about two years ago when the original bass player and singer left." Rider wanted to know more but didn't press. The sound of softly strummed guitar strings had every head turning towards the stage, Rider's included. He barely focused on the words as the singer stepped up to the mike. A small group in the front clapped and cheered as the band was introduced but Rider barely heard them. 

He gently wet his lips as his eyes lazily tracked every inch of the singer's tall, rangy body. He bit his bottom lip as he felt his cock swell. He was glad that he had a girlfriend or it would be hard, pardon the pun, to explain why his cock was so hard it could probably be used as a power tool. Things didn't get any better as the band started to play. The singer had a deliciously decadent voice. It was like sipping warm whiskey. He swallowed hard as the singer gently rolled lean hips in time with the song and his cock twitched. Needing to cool down, Rider took a gulp of his cold coke. He closed his eyes and leaned back against the booth. Out of sight...his eyes popped open at the sound of a very familiar song opening.

As the song started, Rider's eyes slid closed again. Mentally, he sang along to his favorite Duran Duran song. Mine immaculate dream, made breath and skin, I've been waiting for you...oh, it'll take a little time, might take a little crime to come undone... As they got to the pre chorus, Rider smiled. This was his favorite part of the song. We'll try to stay blind...to the hope and fear outside, Hey child, stay wilder than the wind...And blow me in to cry. Blow me...blow me...blow me, his mind chanted. Rider cleared his throat and opened his eyes. He started when he realized that the singer was staring right at him. Dark sensual eyes bore into his as the soft voice questioned, "Who do you need, who do you love, when you come undone?" Rider found he couldn't look away from the dark gaze. He stared captivated into sensuously half closed eyes, bedroom eyes. Eyes that would look absolutely wonderful in the height of orgasm. As the little club erupted into applause, Rider quickly got up and rushed to the bathroom. 

He ripped open his pants and whipped out his hardened cock. No sooner did he touch himself when he came, all over the toilet seat.

"Holy Shit!" He exclaimed as his body continued to jerk. He growled deep in his throat as his hand gently milked the rest of the orgasm from his body. He let out a loud pent up breath when his body calmed. He quickly and efficiently cleaned himself up and flushed the toilet. 

As he washed his hands, he met his own gaze in the mirror. It was getting worse. It had been progressively getter more and more difficult to control these insane urges. Maybe he shouldn't control it, he thought. Maybe he should let it happen. Finally come undone as the song suggested. As Simon, the singer, suggested. No, Simon was not a girl with a boy's name. Simon was a boy, or rather, Rider conceded, a man. Simon was all man. And if his crotch was any indication of size, Simon was packing. Rider went hot all over with that thought. Shit, what was happening to him?

In high school, it was normal for people to watch football practice and he was no exception. But never once did he feel anything other than an aesthetic appreciation for the human form. The male human form. He thought it was his envy of being completely without athletic abilities that had him staring more and more at the guys who played the sport. But after his first year in college, he realized that it was more than that, much more. He didn't want it to be. He had nothing against gay people but that didn't mean he wanted to be one. He composed himself and headed back toward the booth. Jason met him there.

"Rider, let me introduce you to the band," Jason said as he steered them toward the stage. Rider mentally prepared himself but as they wove in and out of the throng of people, he felt his pulse quicken. He relaxed a little when he realized Simon wasn't with the group they were headed for. Jason introduced the members of Hubris as Andy, Mike, Jake and Charley. Rider greeted each one with a friendly smile. They drifted away shortly after to mingle with other people. Jason stopped by to give him a piece of paper with an address and a telephone number.

"The band's throwing a party, call the number for directions." Rider regarded his friend. 

"Are you going?" 

"Yeah, but I'm afraid that if I ride with you, Missy might not survive the trip." Rider laughed. As Jason started away from him, Rider grabbed his arm.

"Hey man, are you okay?" Jason's eyes clouded for an instant before he lowered them. 

"Yeah, I'm alright. Christy and I are through, though." Rider looked at him a bit longer then released his arm.

"Alright man. You know my number. Call me if you need anything." Jason gave him a nod and a quick smile.

"Sure, thanks Rider," Jason said as he turned away. Rider let him go and went in search of the garrulous Missy.



"You fuckin' bitch!" Rider frowned. That voice sounded strangely familiar and even above the boom of the stereo and the chatter of the crowd, Rider was able to distinguish it. 

"Oww, let me go, Jason." Missy and Jason, of course. Sighing, Rider negotiated through the crush of party goers to stop the blood shed. He walked in as Jason released Missy, who, unprepared for the sudden movement, fell to her knees. Rider winced and was glad the floor was carpeted. Missy looked up and launched herself at him.

"Oh my God, Rider! Jason's trying to kill me!" She gasped. Rider pushed her aside and frowned at his friend who looked like he had more than his fair share of drinks.

"What's going on, Jas?" Jason ran a hand through his hair, the jerky movement betraying his anger.

"Why don't you ask, Missy?" Rider glanced at her. She made an innocent face but the guilty look in her eyes gave her away. Rider arched his brows. She swallowed and licked her lips.

"Um, It's not what you think, Rider," she whispered. 

"What's not what I think, Missy?" She glanced toward the couch and her hand flopped in the air.

"I sat down and this guy came over and he was drunk and then he kissed me," Missy said in a rush.

"Tell him the rest, Missy," Jason growled. Missy whirled and glared at Jason.

"There's nothing else to tell, Jason," she shouted heatedly. Jason started for her but she rushed behind Rider's back. Rider pushed back his friend, his normally easy going friend. What the hell happened here? Jason rebounded off Rider's outstretched hand but that didn't stop him from hurling some choice expletives in Missy's direction. 

"Jason, Jason, what's going on?" Jason looked at him with red rimmed eyes. Oh shit, those looked like tears.

"Since that bitch won't tell you, I will. I don't know if what she said is true or not. All I know is that I came in and some guys tongue was down her throat."

"I told you..." Missy began but Jason cut her off.

"Yeah, but what you didn't tell him was that your tongue was just as far down his throat!" Jason shouted. Stunned, Rider turned around.

"Missy?" She looked up at him with wide eyes. Slowly she shook her head.

"No, Rider..."she started. He pulled away from her. He needed a reason to break it off with Missy but having her be unfaithful kind of hurt. He shouldn't be so hard on her, he thought. Especially since he just got off to the fantasy of getting a blowjob from another man. Jason grabbed his arm and pulled him further away stumbling as he went.

"You don't need her, Rider. Just like I don't need Christine. Both of them are just lying, cheating, bitches," Jason snarled. Rider looked at his friend who was wiping his eyes.

"Jas," Rider murmured softly as they stepped into a darkened alcove in the hallway. Rider hadn't known the specifics of the breakup before and now he wasn't sure if he wanted to know. Jason was really shaken up and if he wasn't drunk it would have been different. Jason attempted to pull away from him but Rider held fast. Jason made another feeble attempt but when his face hit Rider's shoulder, he gripped him tight. "That bitch...was with some fucker...in my bed...stupid whore..." Jason gasped brokenly. Shock hit Rider first followed swiftly by anger. That bitch! Rider swallowed hard and gripped his friend, wanting to ease his pain. 

Jason was planning on taking his 6 year relationship with Christine to another level, marriage. Rider had helped him pick out a ring last month and now...now this. The Fates were some evil bitches. Jason didn't deserve this shit. He was always an easy going guy. Friendly to a fault and handsome. Was that gay? To think his friend was handsome? Rider didn't know but he knew Jason was pretty damn good looking. Jason could have easily passed for his brother with his blond hair and green eyes. Rider always thought that Jason's eyes were more arresting. Instead of leaning towards hazel, as his own did, Jason's eyes were a vibrant green. Like the green of a lush forest after a storm, a dynamic green. A beautiful green. Rider frowned. Just thinking about them was making him jealous. 

Over freshman year they got to know each other pretty well but not well enough to hug like this. Rider let the thought pass. This was strictly comfort for a devastated friend. Even as he thought it, Rider let his eyes drift close. He knew he shouldn't but he had never been this close to another male before and he wanted to know what it felt like.

He held Jason in a light embrace, not wanting to freak out his friend with his not so hetero tendencies. He ran his hands up and down Jason's back liking the feel of corded muscle beneath his palms. He shifted closer and reveled in the pleasure of Jason's steely thigh rubbing against his own. He felt a rush of heat that shot straight to his groin. His cock swelled and Rider almost groaned in embarrassment. What the hell? He knew the exact moment Jason sensed his hard on. He froze and pushed back from Rider, his eyes were still red but they weren't filled with anger or pain but something else. Puzzlement, uncertainty and shock all flashed like a slide show over Jason's face. His mouth, that had gone slack with discovery, now snapped shut and he started to stutter.

"Uh, I'm...I...I'm going to go...home...I...bye." Jason didn't meet Rider's face but judging by the redness that crept into his face before he left, Rider could tell he was embarrassed. Or angry. Whatever the case, they might be friends today but tomorrow was a different story. 

"What's wrong with your brother?" Rider froze as the soft voice floated down to him. He looked up where the singer of the band Hubris was lounging comfortably on the open staircase above him. Rider was wondering how much he'd seen.

"He's not my brother," was all he said. Dark brows rose along with a long, lean frame. Slowly he started down the stairs.

"Could have fooled me." 

"What's that suppose to mean?" Simon shrugged at the question.

"Well," he started, staring Rider directly in the eyes, "the only people comfortable enough with that kind of hugging are brothers, some long time friends or..." His voice trailed off. Rider looked away from the penetrating gaze.

"Or what?" He asked softly. Simon leaned so close to him that Rider could smell his tangy scent. He smelled faintly of worn off after shave and sweat. He smelled like a man and that thought had a knot of desire twisting in Rider's gut. When the soft rush of breath floated across his ear, Rider stiffened.

"Or lovers," Simon whispered. Rider swallowed hard and forced a soft laugh.

"Yeah right, man. We're not like that. We're just good friends." Simon looked at him and smirked.

"Rider, is it? Let me tell you something Rider, there are two things you can't hide. A camel in the desert and a hard-on. Well, the quote is actually a camel and love but," Simon shrugged. Rider panicked.

"Hey, I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not a...you know," Rider huffed out, a little more than rattled. Simon didn't say anything but looked at him with his head slightly tilted. Rider started to step back, wanting to end this inquisition but his retreat was stopped by a pair of hands bracketing his hips.

"What the..." Rider didn't get to finish his thought because at that moment Simon's lips connected with his. Shock had him frozen and that instant was all Simon needed to slip his tongue into Rider's mouth. Rider's stupor last for a second longer before desire slammed into him like a fist wrapped around his cock. Eagerly he pressed his body flushed with Simon's as both hands came up to fist in his silky black hair. Rider slanted his lips across Simon's, deepening the kiss. 

Rider could feel the wet, rough texture of Simon's tongue as it tangled with his and it felt wonderful, incredible. He groaned and rubbed his hardened groin against an equally hard one. Simon broke their kiss to trail a wet path down his throat. Without breaking contact with his skin, Simon pushed Rider against the wall. A loud crash from the adjoining room had them guiltily pulling apart.

"Oh shit!" Rider gasped as he tipped his head back. What the hell did he just do? He noticed Simon looking at him from beneath half closed lids and squeezed his own eyes shut. When Simon took his hand and started up the steps, Rider didn't struggle. He would think about it later. For now, he wanted to feel.

Simon ushered Rider into a comfortably spacious bedroom dressed in deep burgundies and soft black leather. Rider had his back to the door as he surveyed the room. At the loud click of the lock, he tensed. When he felt Simon's tall body against his back he closed his eyes.

"Second thoughts?" Rider swallowed hard as Simon's hands ran up and under his shirt. Rider gave a small shake of his head. He knew there would be enough repercussions for his actions tomorrow. For right now, he just wanted to be a man, wanting another man.

"Good," Simon whispered as his thumbnails brushed across Rider's hardened nipples.

"Jesus!" Rider gasped. Simon buried his head in the crook of Rider's shoulders and gently bit then sucked. Rider let out a small whimper and turned to meet Simon's questing lips. They fell onto the bed in a mass of lean, muscled arms and legs, indistinguishable from each other. Clothes ripped and disappeared beneath eager hands and hot mouths. 

Rider pulled back and stared at Simon's uncovered body. If he was going to do this, he was going to do it right. Rider's eyes tracked every inch of Simon's deliciously muscled body. Simon was an inch or two taller than he was and his body reflected the difference to perfection. Simon's shoulders were just the right breadth to compliment his slender frame. His chest was well muscled but not ridiculously so with only a light smattering of hair. That surprised Rider since he knew Simon was Italian and they were usually hairier than normal. Simon's chest tapered down to lean hips and a flat stomach, with just a gentle impression of a six pack. A small line of hair trailed from just above his belly button down to his cock. 

Simon's cock was a work of art. Well, his whole body was a work of art but his cock was something else. It was thick and long, surprisingly large for someone so slender. His girth was only enhanced by the fact that he was clean shaven, a fact that Rider found highly arousing. He wanted to wrap his lips around that gorgeous cock and suck until all the white came off. He was shocked by his wayward thoughts and even more shocked when Simon's cock twitched. He met Simon's hot stare and licked his lips in anticipation. He shuffled closer and took Simon's throbbing dick in his hand. Slowly Rider stroked him, cognizant of hardness and softness blending in a perfect balance despite the duality. His fist rolled over the bulbous head and he felt Simon tremble. Without more than a thought beyond bringing Simon pleasure, Rider lowered his head and took Simon's cock in his mouth. Simon let out a low groan of pleasure that rushed through Rider quicker than a shot of tequila. 

So this is what it felt like, what it tasted like. Heaven, it was pure heaven. He relaxed his jaw and slid the hard cock all the way to the back of his throat. He struggled for that last inch but when it was all the way in, he was rewarded with two hands fisting in his hair.

"God, yes. Oh, yes. Suck it, suck it," Simon gasped in a broken chant. Rider was all too happy to oblige. Slowly he slid his mouth up and down, finding a steady rhythm. With one hand he gripped the base of Simon's long cock, making up for the few inches he couldn't accommodate. His free hand ran down to cup and massage Simon's hairless sac. When his fingers searched and found the sensitive spot right behind Simon's ball, he gently probed. He pulled his mouth back, sucking gently on the head of Simon's cock as his eyes took in the fractured look of pleasure on Simon's face. Ever so gently, he stroked his fingers, pushing deeper and deeper until he hit the spot behind Simon's dick. Simon squeezed his eyes shut and jerked his hips.

"Shit, shit, I'm going to come. Rider, oh God, oh..." Simon's hips rolled forward, his cock sliding all the way into Rider's mouth. Rider welcomed his cock enthusiastically, sucking hard and fast in a driving tempo. 

When the hot, salty taste of Simon's cum flooded his mouth, he groaned in pleasure. It tasted like ambrosia, sharp and tangy, but oh so good. He slowed his caress as he milked Simon, swallowing as he tongued the softening cock. Regrettably, Rider let the fully softened cock slide from his mouth. He licked his lips, savoring the taste that was Simon. When he straightened, Simon grabbed his head and gave him a hard, swift kiss. When they pulled apart, Simon looked at him for a brief instant then rolled off the bed. 

Rider watched as he pulled a bottle of lube from a drawer. He returned to the bed and poured a generous amount into his hands. Rider watched him with trepidation, his anticipation building, his pleasure growing. When Simon's slick hands gripped him, Rider threw back his head and let out a low groan of ecstasy. Simon's mouth kissed and licked his way down Rider's body. His mouth pulled gently at the hard tipped peaks of Rider's nipples, taking one than the other. Rider's heart almost burst in his chest when Simon's lips feathered down to his stomach, then to his cock. It was short lived because Simon pulled back. Not wanting him to leave, Rider followed him down, trapping Simon beneath his slightly bulkier frame. Simon moaned slightly and wrapped his arms around Rider's shoulders as they embraced. Rider tasted and touched his fill of Simon's neck and impressive chest before he broke.




My Life



"God, I can't take it Simon. I have to fuck you," he groaned. Simon obliged and parted his legs, settling one on either side of Rider's hips. Rider, needing no more encouragement than that, grabbed the bottle of lube. Nervously he squeezed a handful of the flavored liquid in his palm. He was relieved when his fingers slid easily into Simon's dark hole. He stroked him slowly, getting as much lube around and in Simon as possible. Just thinking of burying himself inside that tight hole had him shuddering and he wasn't the only one affected. Simon's cock was hardening with each thrust of his fingers. When Simon grabbed his caressing hand, Rider looked at him.

"Now, Rider. I'm ready," he whispered, his eyes blazing with desire. Rider gripped his cock and teased the small hole with just the head. Simon murmured something indistinguishable and arched his hips, spreading his legs wider. Slowly, Rider pushed forward and bit back a guttural moan of delight. Tight, Simon's asshole was incredibly tight. He worked himself in, inch by inch, and when he was seated firmly inside the hot recess of Simon's ass, he stilled. 

The feeling was mind blowing and Rider didn't know how much longer he could hold back his orgasm. Simon's ass felt much, much tighter and a hell of a lot softer than any pussy he'd ever been in. He forced himself to move slowly in and out. Even with his determined cadence, Rider felt his passion spiraling out of control. He hummed low in his throat as a small spurt of pre-come escaped him. He gripped Simon's thighs and pushed them back as he increased the speed of his thrusts. Simon writhed beneath him, his hips moving jerkily in a restless beat.

"Harder, fuck me harder," Simon gasped as his hand snaked down to wrap around his own cock. Rider watched, dazed, as Simon stroked himself. They kept in time with each other, meeting thrust for thrust, stroke for stroke. They panted and moaned, forcing each other higher and higher. Simon gave a small exclamation as he came a second time. The sight of Simon's cock erupting all over his stomach sent Rider over the edge. He slammed into Simon and in three rapid strokes followed him into oblivion. 

Both male bodies strained stomachs taut, backs arched as they trembled and shivered in ecstasy. When he was completely spent, Rider fell gently on top of Simon and was surprised when the older man held him in a comforting embrace. Rider eased himself off of Simon and returned the embrace. They held each other in silence until sleep overcame them. Rider's last thought before his eyes closed was, damn, I'm gay.



My Life as a CD Wife



Part 1.

My name is Kyla. I'm still on the slim side and stand 5'9". My eyes are blue, I have short brown hair, and killer legs. When I was living in the city with my boyfriend, I would spend as much time as I possible could dressed. We'd go out as boyfriend and girlfriend.

After a while we had somehow gotten the notion to play husband and wife. I thought it would be fun, and he liked to have me dressed anyway. The added bonus of me playing the part of his submissive wife seemed like too much for either of us not to turn down. It was fun, and we screwed like newly-weds. He'd fuck me more than once a day. Usually, at least once in the morning and evening. Sometimes it was as many as four times if we were home for it.

I didn't wear anything particularly naughty. Just regular dresses around the house, an stockings if I was feeling like dressing up a bit more. I wore a conservative medium length wig, because my natural hair wasn't long enough to do anything more than a pixie cut. Overall I had a very conservative look going on.

Needless to say, I was a sore gurl. However, I'd always liked my sex rough, so I didn't shy away from kneeling, bending over, or spreading for my man whenever he felt the need. I actually came harder when it hurt. Mewing and crying underneath my man while he has his way with me usually had me cumming in a few minutes. The notion that I was being a good wife and taking my man's cock really did it for me.

Part 2.

While I was bent over our kitchen counter with my man's cock pistoning in and out of me, he told me that he was going to knock me up. At the time I was taken completely by surprise. The comment was in the passion of the moment, but kind of out of left field. I must have relaxed my posture a bit, because he followed it up with a really hard set of slaps on my ass.

That spanking was kind of angry, He then grasped firmly onto my hips and started to thrust painfully hard into me. He told me that it didn't matter if I didn't want to because it was my duty as his wife. Luckily he came quickly after that, because it felt like he was stabbing my insides at the end of each push. The front of my thighs were bruised from the counter, my ass actually had the outlines of his hand, and I discovered a little later that he came like a hose in me.

As I got up from the the counter and straightened out my dress, I was a bit confused about what had happened, but a bit excited too. I wasn't sure exactly how I felt about it. The feeling of being fucked that hard had me glowing, but the strangeness of the idea and the soreness in my abdomen mixed those feelings in a weird way. Finally, I didn't know if that was a one time thing, or if it was supposed to be something that would be ongoing.

Part 3.

It turned out that my bf liked the idea of trying to get me pregnant, and wanted me to incorporate this into our daily activities. There wasn't a conversation about it or anything. He just started fucking me more often for the reason of, "trying." It also became very important for me to take his seed as deep in me as possible. It was a lot of extra attention, and I liked it.

I ended up liking this way of playing so much, that I adjusted my schedule for it. I started waking up earlier so I could get ready for when my husband woke up, and I moved my work day up an hour and a half. It's the only time I've moved my work schedule for a man. Lastly, it's when I started using silicone based lube. It let me play longer and probably saved me from physical injury as we were doing it more often and more vigorously.

My mornings started early so I could get cleaned up and out before getting back into bed. When I would snuggle back in, I made sure my freshly cleaned and lubricated bottom would be pressed right up against my man's cock. If he hadn't woken up while I was in the bathroom, this always did the trick. The result was usually me on my hands and knees looking out the window at the morning with my man's hands on my hips. I was propped up, penetrated, and pushed back and forth until he climaxed in me. I really liked those mornings.