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Crossing the Line

By: Wolvertooth



Jenny was just putting the final touches on the preparations for the evenings festivities.  It was Friday night and Carla was coming over. Every Friday night after work Jenny and Carla got together and ate fatty snack-foods, drank beer (none of that diet shit, mind you), watched one of those weepy-ass chick movies that women love so much, and to hell with their figures.

Jenny and Carla had been best friends and roommates in college.  They had shared everything--almost.  They even married each others brothers. That was how close they were, and every Friday night since their freshman year had been girls-night.  No boys allowed.

Friday night was a night to just relax.  And since it was Jenny's turn to play hostess, Hank, Jenny's husband and Carla's brother, knew better than to be around.

Jenny was wearing one of Hank's old concert shirts that he had gotten as a roadie for Metallica one summer.  As he puts it, "Before they went pussy on us."  Along with the shirt was a pair of white, cotton panties and a pair of Taz houseshoes.

She was putting the big bowl of popcorn on the coffee table when she looked at the clock on the VCR.  It read "7:28."  "Where the hell is Carla," mumbles Jenny.  "She's half an hour late," and walk back into the kitchen.

About that time the buzzer on the intercom goes off and Jenny dashes over to answer it.  "Hello?"

"Jenny, it's me," says a very weary sounding Carla.  "I've had a fucking bitch of a day."

"Sure, hon.  C'mon up."

Jenny goes back into the kitchen to check on the pizza in the oven.  It was one of those self-rising jobs that you have to watch like a hawk or it'll look like it caught fire.  It looked like it was done, so Jenny took it out and set it on the stove-top to cool.

She hears the front door creak open.  "Jenny?"

"I'm in the kitchen, Carla.  I'll be right there.  Wanna beer?"

She hears Carla flop down onto the sofa and sigh.  "Whatcha got?"

Jenny opens the refrigerator and peers in. "I've got, uh, Bud, Bud Lite, and Old Milwaukee."  Old Milwaukee?  Wear the hell did that dog piss come from?  "Whatcha want?"

"Bring me a Bud.  I don't want none of that diet shit.  Got any bourbon?"

Jenny walks from the kitchen, a beer in each hand.  She flops down next to Carla, who has taken off her shoes and jacket from work.  "Here ya go," says Jenny as she hands over the brew.  "Sorry, no bourbon.  Carla? What's wrong?  You don't look well at all."

Which was true.  Even though Carla was a beautiful woman with dark-brown hair, green eyes, and a fantastic body there was something not quite right.  She had dark lines under her eyes and was a trifle pale.  Carla shakes her head.  "Nothing's 'wrong', per se.  This is the first night in a week that I have gotten out of the office before 9-o'clock all week.

"That new supervisor of mine dropped a huge stack of paperwork on my desk at 4:30 that had to be done tonight.  I'm gonna end up killing that fat, pimply motherfucker."

"Why?  What's wrong," asks Jenny with true concern.

Jenny drains half her beer in one swig.  "He's pissed at me for no reason.  The other day we were in a meeting and he put his hand on my thigh, right here," indicating a spot near her crotch.  "I removed his hand, and what does he do?  The bastard puts it right back where it was and starts rubbing!

"After the meeting he pulls me aside tells me that I could be transferred to a better, easier job if I just do one thing for him."

"Let me guess," said Jenny.  "He wanted a good fuck."

Carla laughs and lights a cigarette.  "Thank God, no.  That bastard wanted a blowjob.  He's pissed because I wouldn't suck him off.  I wouldn't touch his dick on a bet, much less put it in my mouth!  His cum would probably taste like those black jelly beans he eats all day."

Jenny laughs.  "Sweetheart, you are stressed out.  What you need is sex. When was the last time you got any?"

Carla finishes her beer and stares off into space.  "It's been four years," she says finally.  "the last time I had sex was with Jimmy the night before the accident.  I just don't think I will ever find a man as special as Jimmy."

Jmmy had been a construction worker who worked the high steel.  One day he got hit by a little old woman driving one of those cars that thinks it's a house: a 1973 Cadillac DeVille.

Jenny looks at her friend and lights a cigarette.  "Yea, Jimmy was special.  I know.  I grew up with him, but you have to move on.  It's been four years.

"Listen.  Fuck the movie.  You just need to relax.  Tell ya what, I'll go run you a hot bath and you just sit in it and relax for a while. It'll really help."  Without another word, Jenny gets up and walks to the bathroom.  Moments later, Carla hears water running into the tub.

She snubs out her smoke and lights another one.  She takes a long draw and holds the smoke in.  The slight sting caused by the smoke felt good as she exhaled.

"Ready," calls Jenny from the bathroom.

Carla gets up and walks to the bathroom.  She walks through the door and pauses.  The only light in the room comes from candles placed around the room.  Soft music came from a radio on the candle and Jenny poured some chamomile into the steaming water.  "Wow," is all Carla could say as she looked around.

Jenny turned off the water and looked at her friend.  "Strip."

Carla strips and walks over to the tub unconcerned about jenny watching. They had seen each other naked before.  They had been younger, but their bodies hadn't changed that much in ten years with the gym and all.  

She slips into the steaming water and lets out an "oooo" as the initial shock hit.  She leaned back against the rim of the tub.  "Jenny, this feels so damn good.  Mmmmm.  I wish you could enjoy this with me."

Jenny looked at her.  "Who says I can't?  It's a fairly big tub and we aren't that big."

Then a thought hits Carla.  A thought, no, a desire she had never had before.  No man could replace Jimmy.  But Jenny was his twin.  They had a lot of the same qualities.  A smile crossed her face.  "Get in, Jenny."

Jenny shrugs and strips.  She sits down at the other end of the tub. Carla looks intenty at Jenny's pert breasts, smaller than her own, but nice sized.  C-cup?  Her nipples were the size of half-dollar coins and stuck out about a quarter inch.

She had seen them before, but now she was entranced by them.  She had to touch them.  She moved her foot between Jenny's legs and started rubbing Jenny's sex with her toes.  Jenny, startled, cries, "What the hell?!?!"

Carla looks at her.  "I want you Jenny.  Now."  She lunged forward and started French kissing Jenny and playing with her breasts.  They felt a good as they looked.  After a moment of struggling, Jenny lets herself enjoy these new sensations and starts playing with Carla's breasts.  

Neither one of them had ever even thoght about another woman much less touched one, but here they were, getting hotter and hotter with every passing moment.

Carla slides her hand down Jenny's belly and down to her sex.  She plays gently with her clit and the lips.  Jenny lets out a moan.  "I want you, too, Carla."

Carla leaned back and spread her legs.  She scooted her butt forward until their pussies were kissing and they start to grind them together. This was too much.  They had never felt anything that erotic before. Jenny's orgasm ripped through her body as she came.  As she came she felt something new: she had ejaculated.  She had never done that before.

She leans forward and whispers into Carla's ear, "So.  Wanna spend the night?"

Crossing the Line



My thanks to Aries77 for editorial assistance without which this story would not have gotten published.

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Ann was sitting in her car across the street and down a few houses from her own house when she saw headlights coming down the street towards her. She wondered if this would be him. The car slowed as it drew closer, as if looking for an unfamiliar address. It kept coming and Ann's pulse quickened. Finally, the car stopped directly in front of her house, the house she shared with her husband of less than 2 years.

It was amazing to Ann that she was at this point after only 18 months of marriage. But she had married young; they were both 18 at the time of the wedding. And, contrary to popular opinion, they did not "have" to get married. She did love her husband, Greg, but he worked full-time and went to school 5 nights a week. Weekends were spent studying and/or working overtime to generate additional money. Something had to suffer and that something was Ann and, more specifically, their sex life. Ann was increasingly lonely and resorted to self-pleasure to fill the void which was exacerbated at the moment by the fact that he left this morning to go out of town for several days without them having sex before leaving.

After a moment sitting in front of her house, the car pulled into the driveway and Ann's pulse quickened even more. She watched as a man emerged from the car and started towards the front door. Her pulse was at a break-neck pace as he reached the front door and rang the bell. He rang again when there was no answer and knocked a moment later.

Ann thought to herself, "it's now or never," and, with her heart nearly beating out of her chest, opened the car door and walked to her house. Every step brought her closer and closer to that imaginary line in the sand. The distance to the house was short in physical length, but seemed to take forever and at several points her legs almost buckled on her and she started to turn around. Nonetheless, she kept on until she finally reached her driveway. Halfway up the drive, Ann found the courage to speak and blurted out, "Are you looking for someone."

The stranger turned and Ann immediately was struck by how handsome he was. He smiled and replied, "Yes, I'm Mark and I'm looking for Ann."

Crossing that line in the sand, Ann was somewhat surprised to hear, "what a coincidence, I'm Ann," come out of her mouth.

Mark's eyes took in Ann as she approached the porch and was pleased with what he saw. She was a mere 5' 2", shoulder length strawberry blond hair and a delightfully curvy body. They had met a week or so before through her job - she was the customer service phone agent that helped him with his issue. He was smitten by her voice and flirted with her during the initial call. Ann was coy, but his flirting did spark something in her. She couldn't do much on the call because all calls were monitored and she would've been in jeopardy of discipline if she acted anything but professional. However, she did have full access to his phone number from the database and stealthily jotted it down.

Ann couldn't get Mark out of her mind for the rest of her shift and rushed home when it ended. It was a school night for Greg and she was alone. After wrestling for some time, Ann nervously picked up the phone and called the number in Mark's file. She was conflicted listening to the phone ring, hoping on the one hand that he would answer, but afraid he would on the other hand. She was just about to hang up when the phone clicked and she heard the familiar voice say "hello."

She hadn't planned what to say and almost hung up the phone again, but somehow managed to stammer, "Hi, this is Ann."

Mark was surprised to hear her voice, but recovered quickly and simply said, "I was hoping I'd talk to you again."

Ann made some silly pretext about this being some kind of follow-up call from his earlier issue, but Mark realized from the background noise she wasn't at work. He used that to his advantage and they ended up talking for almost 2 hours most of which was a mutual flirt session. The call ended just before Greg was due to get home from school.

Ann was so aroused after the call with Mark that she couldn't wait for Greg to get home. Unfortunately, as was too often the case, Greg came in and immediately went to bed since he had to be at work extra early in the morning. Ann was left to her own devices and masturbated herself to sleep thinking about Mark.

Ann and Mark talked off and on over the next week, including this morning after Greg left to go out of town. She did not have any intention of actually meeting, but the loneliness was especially difficult this morning and she found herself inviting Mark over that evening and here they were.

Ann brushed past Mark, opened the front door and stepped into the house without saying anything more to Mark. He remained standing on the porch until she finally said, "Are you coming in or going to stay out there on the porch and give the neighbors cause to gossip?"

He smiled and said, "I thought you would never ask," and stepped across the threshold.

Ann took his jacket and hung it up in the entry closet and then took her own coat off. She was dressed underneath in jeans and a pullover sweater. They went into the kitchen and she fixed them both a coffee while they made awkward small talk. They finally returned to the living room with Ann taking a seat on the end of the small couch and Mark on the other end.

They continued their small talk, but it gradually took on the context of flirting and sexual innuendo. Finally, Ann excused herself and went to the master bedroom. She returned moments later, dressed now in a knee-length cotton summer dress and, for the first time, Mark was privy to the smooth skin of her shapely legs and the soft cleavage of her 36C breasts. Ann dropped back down on the couch in the same spot as before. She was facing sideways with her back against the armrest, one leg draped over the front of the couch with the foot resting on the floor. Her other leg was tucked cross-wise with her foot under the other thigh. To Mark's great enjoyment, this caused her dress to ride up mid-thigh and almost provided a glimpse of her panty-covered mound.

The talking and flirting continued for a little while until Mark finally made a move. He scooted over to Ann and, as he did, she lowered her face to avoid looking at him. Mark rested one hand on the exposed skin of her thigh and with the other hand on her chin, gently raised her face. Their eyes locked and Ann knew what was coming, but was unsure how to react. Mark leaned in and Ann's eyes closed. He gently kissed her on the chin and then withdrew. Ann's eyes remained closed, but her lips had parted slightly to pull in more air for her labored lungs.

Mark leaned in again and this time met her lips with his. Their lips parted momentarily during which Ann took a quick inhale of oxygen. Mark pressed his lips to her again and this time the kiss was met with urgency. He slipped his tongue between her lips and it made passionate love to hers.

Ann was lost in how truly wonderfully Mark kissed. They kissed for what seamed like ages, finally breaking for both to catch their breath.

Ann used the opportunity to stand up and move to the floor in front of the fireplace. She sat down facing the fireplace with her legs to the side and crossed, using one arm for support from the floor. Mark slid down behind her, wrapped an arm around and pulled her against him. Ann's head was tilted inviting Mark to her neck. He leaned in and started nibbling, kissing and caressing her neck with his tongue. This was her most erogenous non-sexual area and a shudder went through Ann and a moan escaped from her mouth. Mark kept up his assault on her neck, but at the same time, began to caress her arm with the fingers of his hand. His fingers on her arm, coupled with his warm, moist lips on her neck, sent chills up and down Ann's body. And every time his hand moved up or down, his arm would brush across her breasts, which only heightened her arousal.

Ann's breasts were heaving and the blood was rushing into her nipples forcing them to strain against the fabric of her bra. Mark could feel her nipples against his arm and slowly walked his fingers across the gap between her arm and the side of her breast and cupped the globe in his hand and gently kneaded it. He bunched the fabric of her bra between his fingers and rolled the captive nipple between them.

Ann's breathing was becoming more labored and she could feel the heat rising between her legs. In a moment of clarity, Ann took Mark's hand in hers, pulled it away from her breast, excused herself and stood, telling him she'd be right back. Mark was left wondering what the heck happened.

True to her word, Ann returned a couple of minutes later, but now her breasts were unencumbered by her bra and Mark could see her nipples clearly protruding against the thin fabric of her dress. Ann sat back down in front of Mark, but this time her legs were uncrossed which forced the hem of her dress well above mid-thigh. Mark looked down and feasted on the creamy skin of her legs.

Mark resumed his lovemaking to Ann's neck and, at the same time, slipped a hand inside the top of her dress and closed it around a lush breast. He began to twirl, twist and agonizingly pinch the now fully rigid nipple. He was nibbling on the sensitive flesh of her neck and drawing little warm, wet circles with his tongue, which caused Ann to squirm. The heat between Ann's legs was increasing and the juices were now beginning to flow. She unconsciously moved one leg, opening the gap between even more. Mark noticed and couldn't resist the invitation. He withdrew his hand from her breast and out the top of her dress, causing Ann disappointment. But it was only momentary as he slipped his other hand down the front of her dress and his recently freed hand found its way to the exposed flesh of her thigh. Ann was approaching heaven now, particularly as his hand worked its way up her thigh until it cupped her panty covered mound. Mark was amazed at the heat he felt. Ann's response was to raise her knee further spreading the gap between her thighs. Mark simultaneously nibbled on Ann's neck, pinched her nipple and ground the heel of his palm into her mound.

Ann was on fire now - an, "oh my god," escaping from her mouth.

He kept at it, rotating the heel of his palm against her clit and forced the gusset of her panties into her wet pussy with his fingers. Mark could feel the moisture seeping through. The constant friction on her clit was driving her mad and she instinctively rolled her hips forward trying in earnest. Her hips started rocking only furthering the madness she was feeling.

Ann's body was becoming putty and she realized she needed to lie down before the arm supporting her gave way. When she did, her legs splayed wide open as much because she had no muscle control as from the desire to open herself up fully to her tormenter and lover. Mark lay beside her and quickly unbuttoned the few buttons holding her dress together over her breasts. Leaning in, he began licking her protruding nipples as though they were ice cream cones. A barely audible whimper escaped from Ann's mouth and she found the motor control to slide a hand over his jeans to the crotch and was taken pleased by how aroused he was. She managed to undo his belt, release the lone button and slide the zipper down.

Mark's cock sprang forth between the open zipper and Ann slipped her hand under the band of his boxers and wrapped her fingers around him. Mark was not overly large, basically average in length and girth, just like her husband (or so she thought, after all, this was only the second cock she had ever touched), but she was amazed at how rigid he was. She swore in her mind he must be made of granite.

Ann began to squeeze and release Mark's cock and it was his turn to moan. Her hand felt like a soft chamois on him. He now returned the pleasure in kind by slipping his hand under the waste band of her panties and let his fingers slide down each side of her clit and between her lips to the entrance of pussy. But rather than plunge them in, they kept sliding down past the bottom of her slit to the sensitive skin between her pussy and derriere. He then reversed course and did the same in the opposite direction until his fingertips just passed her clit. Mark repeated the cycle again and Ann was rocking her hips. He kept this up for quite some time eliciting an, "oooohhh," from her each pass.

Ann's breathing was becoming more and more rapid and shallow and the movements of her hips more jerky. Mark realized her orgasm was building and, not wanting her to yet, withdrew his hand. Ann thought she was going to die and pleaded, "don't stop, please," but he cut her off with his mouth and they shared a series of passionate, urgent kisses. Her hips continued rocking and she imagined that his hand was still there, however, it wasn't the same and she slowly came back from the precipice of orgasm.

When Mark sensed the time was right, he slid down and slipped both hands up the outside of her thighs to her panties. He grasped the waistband on either side and, with her help by raising her hips, slipped the white fabric down her thighs, along her calves, across her feet and off. Ann immediately drew her knees up and flared them out such that she was completely and utterly exposed and inviting. Mark took his shoes off and then slid his jeans and boxers off in one motion. Free from its confines, his erect cock stood straight out. Not wasting any time, he moved between her legs and pressed the blood-engorged head between the slick lips of her pussy. He heard Ann gasp as he slowly pressed forward and she took him in.

For some unknown reason, at that moment Ann thought of her husband and a seed of guilt was planted. But as quick as it came, it went away, thanks to the wonderful feelings Mark's cock was giving her as he filled her fully and began slow, rhythmic stokes. With the fleeting pang of guilt gone, Ann returned to getting lost in the sensations. She was rocking her hips in unison with Mark's and each time he bottomed and she rose to meet him, his pubes would press against her clit and send an electric charge through her. Mark gradually picked up the pace and Ann matched him as though they were dancing and he was leading. When he sensed that either was about to orgasm, he slowed almost to a crawl to let them recover. Then he would start over again which drove Ann crazy.

Finally, after about 30 minutes of this, Mark didn't think they could last much longer and he started to piston hard and fast. Ann matched him, slamming herself against him and begging him not to stop. He leaned his head down and took an exposed nipple between his teeth and bit ever so slightly while continuing to pound Ann's sweet pussy. Ann blurted out, "Oh my god, oooohhh, puuulleeeezz," followed by, "I'm going to cum."

Ann's eyes rolled back in her head, her hands clasped Mark's ass cheeks and it felt like every muscle in her body contracted as her orgasm burst. This sent Mark over the edge and he thrust one last time into her, held perfectly rigid, and cum exploded from his cock. The sensation of the warm fluid filling Ann and mixing with hers prolonged her subsiding orgasm. Mark held pressed deep in her for what seemed like an eternity and then slowly withdrew partway, only to plunge back down. He did this again and again, each time withdrawing further and plunging shallower until he was totally spent.

He slipped out of her and rolled to her side, his softening cock lying on her thigh. Ann reached down and stroked it, enjoying the feeling of her juices on him. Her legs were still completely splayed and the feeling of the air on her hot pussy with hers and his juices ebbing out felt like heaven.

They laid and basked in the after-glow for quite some time until Mark moved his head between her thighs and started kissing their insides just below the junction.

An, "mmmmmmm," came from Ann and he slowly moved up to her pussy. He began to nibble at her sensitive lips and then took his tongue and washed it from the bottom of her slit up and over her clit. Ann responded by raising her hips. Mark took the flat of his tongue and went down across her clit and through the slit to the bottom, and then repeated this over and over.

Ann felt the wonderful feeling commencing again and, when Mark wrapped his lips around her clit and its hood, she exclaimed, "That's it baby." She felt his tongue do a tantalizing dance on, over and around her clit while it was held hostage by his lips. Even though she had already has one all-consuming orgasm, it didn't take long for her to reach the pinnacle again and this time, fluid squirted from between her pussy lips. Mark laid his head on her thigh and reveled in the sight of her pussy oozing its nectar.

Both were spent after the intensity of the sex drained from them. They laid side-by-side for quiet some time, Mark with his head on her thigh and Ann caressing the inside of his thighs. Eventually, Ann's fingers made their way to Mark's flaccid cock and she lightly ran them back and forth along the shaft. Ann felt Mark's cock began to stir and she basked in the effect she had on him. She traced her fingers up the shaft and tickled the head. Rather than laugh, the sensation caused him to harden even more. Lying on the floor naked and, with the heat from their earlier lovemaking having subsided, Ann felt a chill and shivered. She stood up and told him to follow her. He rose and, with his cock standing straight out, followed her down the hall towards Ann and Greg's bedroom. He was mesmerized by the vision of her naked body, which only furthered his erection.

Ann started climbing on the bed when Mark grasped her hips with both hands and said, "Wait."

There she was with one knee on the bed and the other leg standing on the floor wondering why he stopped her. But then it occurred to her that she was spread wide open and vulnerably positioned and, when Mark nuzzled up and she felt the head of his cock pressing against her gaping pussy, it became clear why he stopped her. Ann's favorite position was from behind because of the depth and fulfillment it provided. She moaned as Mark slipped fully into her and she pressed back against him.

Mark began a rhythmic thrusting and Ann rocked with him and met him thrust for thrust. Each time they came together teased her clit. Their rhythm accelerated and Mark began to thrust with intensity and urgency. He really began to pound into Ann with his balls slapping her clit and electric shocks charged throughout her body to the point she almost passed out from the pleasure. Ann swore he was so deep could feel his cock in her throat. Her orgasm was building and she grabbed a pillow and buried her face in it and emitted a constant stream of moans and, "ohs."

Mark's movements were becoming jerky and she knew he was losing control and approaching his own orgasm. Ann couldn't hold back and in a flash her orgasm burst like a dam and flooded every cell of her body with a burning pleasure. She screamed into the pillow and stars flashed across her eyes. Her pussy convulsed and tried to suck Mark's cock deeper into her. This was the final straw and his own dam broke. He arched his back, raised his heels off the floor, and tried to push all the way through her as his cock erupted filling Ann with his warm cum.

Ann's pussy continued it's convulsing in a steady stream of after-shocks. Finally, Mark relaxed and when the pressure filling her subsided, she turned to jelly and they collapsed together onto the bed. Like a slow leak in a balloon, their energy ebbed, leaving a total void and they were unable to move.

After some time, they crawled up into the bed and under the covers. Ann lay on her side and Mark cuddled up to her from behind and they fell asleep. Ann was awakened in the middle of the night by Mark's hand between her legs and his fingers plying her hair. She smiled and whispered, "I can't believe you're ready again." But when Mark didn't answer, she listened closely to his breathing and realized he was still asleep. It made her feel so desirable to know he was asleep but still wanted her. Ann thought about letting things lie and go back to sleep, but his hand started the warmth in her. Ann dropped her hand behind her and down between them. She worked it down across his abdomen until she found his cock and began to knead it. Mark moaned and she felt his cock stir.




Crossing the Line



Mark was in a twilight sleep and thought he was dreaming. He was in a haze but his cock wasn't. Ann's touch was so sensual it couldn't have helped but respond. She slid her hand down, lightly cupped his balls and gently massaged them. Mark responded by rolling on his back and spreading his legs to give her complete access. His cock wasn't yet at full attention and was lying semi-rigid. Ann released his balls and grasped his cock, wrapping her fingers completely around. She slowly started masturbating him. Mark was completely awake now and he started thrusting his hips up in unity with her coaxing her on. It wasn't long before Mark was fully erect and Ann marveled that he was able to get so hard after multiple orgasms. But she loved it.

Ann didn't want to waste such a marvelously hard cock so, without releasing his cock, moved and straddled him, her pussy hovering longingly over his cock. She gradually lowered her hips and, with her hand guiding him, felt her pussy lips pressed apart and just the head of his cock slip into her. She stopped and held still, reveling in the sensation. Ann kept her grip on him and raised her hips and Mark's cock head slipped out of her drawing a wet string of her juice. She hesitated momentarily and then slipped just the head in again. She teased him repeated with the in and out action, each time slipping just the head into him.

Mark groaned a lusty, "Oh my God, that is so awesome." Ann smiled; she had not heard that very often from her husband.

Mark's words coupled with the friction at the entrance of her pussy were not without effect on her. She couldn't stand it anymore and needed to feel all of him in her. Her hand released its grip and she plunged her warm, wet pussy down impaling herself on him. She held still for a moment, but then began fucking him. There was no slow, methodical fucking. She was working her hips in frenzy and slamming her pussy down on him. Mark picked up the rhythm and raised his own hips to meet her. Her clit felt like it was being popped with a leather strap each time they came together. The sensation bordered on pain, but intense, pleasurable 

Mark's hands had now grasped her derriere and where squeezing. Ann lost control and clenched one of Mark's nipples between her teeth, softly bit and teased it with her tongue. She felt the fingers of one of Mark's hand sliding across her bottom and into the crevice of her derriere. One finger slipped down the crevice until it reached her exposed rose. Instinctively, Ann clenched her cheeks out of preservation, as she had never had anal sex. Mark sensed the trepidation, but pressed a finger against the now tightly clenched opening. It all but entered her, keeping constant pressure on the little opening.

The pressure and unknown sensation gradually broke down her fear. Mark felt her relaxing and, when he thought the time was right, slipped the end of the finger in. Ann gasped and slammed her pussy onto Mark. When her hips raised, Mark kept his hand steady and let her impale herself completely onto the digit. She was now alternatively impaling her pussy on his dick and her anus on his finger. Her breath was shallow and jagged, and a constant series of moans and gasps rolled out of her mouth.

Mark had been holding back his release, but he knew she was nearing hers. He whispered, "Come on baby, cum for me and let me feel your glorious body's release."

That was it, she threw her head back, mouth agape, curled her toes and every muscle in her body seized in orgasm. An animal, "aaaaayyyyyeeeee'" came out of her mouth and Mark couldn't hold back any longer. She felt his hot, thick cum shooting out the end of his cock and splashing against her. Her orgasm was so intense it was like she had grabbed a high-voltage line. She couldn't move if she wanted to. Finally, the power was cut and she collapsed on top of him. Spent, they both dozed off together with him still inside of her.

They stayed like that until morning.

Ann awoke to Mark's caressing fingers over her derriere and along her sides. She smiled and opened her eyes. Mark said he absolutely hated to, but he had to get to work. He hadn't come prepared to spend the night and needed to go home first. Ann's lips met his and they shared a sensual kiss. She pouted her lips and said, "Don't you have time for just a quickie?"

Mark said, "I really shouldn't," but started losing resolve when she started kissing her way down his chest.

She continued kissing and drawing little wet circles with her tongue down his stomach. He couldn't help it if he wanted to, but his cock was already stiffening. Ann took it in her hands and then washed the end with her tongue. She would lick it like it was a lollipop and used the tip of her tongue to tantalize the hole. She could taste the pre-cum already flowing.

Mark closed his eyes and grasped the sheets in his hands. Her tongue was driving him crazy. Ann opened her mouth and took him in. Her tongue washed around the shaft as she lowered her mouth further and further. She wanted to take him in completely, but even though he wasn't huge, she couldn't, stopping an inch shy.

With her lips forming a perfect O, she began to fuck him with her warm mouth. The roughness of the top of her tongue added to the sensation and in no time Ann felt the bulbous head start to twitch. She didn't miss a beat and kept on until the warm, salty fluid filled her mouth. She hesitated swallowing for a moment so that some escaped over her lips, but then swallowed the remaining. She kept him captive in her mouth savoring his stream of ejaculations.

Finally, the twitching ceased and she let him slip from her. She came up and wrapped his lips with her and kissed him, letting her tongue slip in and tease his. He could taste his own cum and, although a little taken aback, was not totally displeased.

They shared kisses for a little while, but then he told her he really needed to go and slid out from under her. She watched him gather his clothes and admired his sexy body while he dressed. After he dressed, he leaned down and kissed her again. Ann wrapped her arms around him longingly and, for just an instant, he thought about calling in sick. But then sensibility returned and he broke the embrace and said, "I hope I can see you again."

Ann just smiled and, after he left, turned over in the bed, now a totally satisfied woman, and drifted back to sleep. 



Crossing the Line



"When, Alex?" Lisa whispered in my ear. 

"Where, Lisa?" I whispered in hers.

"When? Where?" It was an exchange we had many times over the years; our private code. Now here we were in our thirties. She had a fantastic husband and I had a wonderful wife. But we still whispered the code on our rare meetings at weddings or family reunions; a code to see if we wanted to do it again. Yes, again and again; a forbidden touch, a taboo kiss and sex like we could have with no one else; forbidden and taboo because Lisa was my cousin.

After you get over the redneck jokes, you have to understand we are both professionals and have normal families with normal relationships; nothing weird. It's just you have to understand how it got started. Lisa and I had something special.

Growing up, Lisa and I did everything together. We had a big family. She and I were the same age and seemed to pair off to play apart from our other cousins when the whole family got together. We ran through fields at our grandparents house in the country, told each other our secrets and played hide and seek on grandpa's farm. 

We shared every secret, cried at each other's sorrows and laughed at dumb jokes. Friends would come and go but as cousins we were inseparable.

It was almost summer during our senior year in high school when our connection was sealed forever. We both were probably late bloomers as neither of us had steady boyfriends or girlfriends.

Even though we were 18, which I felt was too old for kid's games; Lisa suggested we play hide and seek again like when we were younger one afternoon. It was just like her. She liked to be silly when we were together. I was more interested in cars, baseball and girls; not children's games, by that time. But I never could say no to her.

I recall watching her start running toward a group of grain bins and barns. Her long blonde hair waved in the breeze as she ran. I can remember like it was yesterday, her turning as she ran to tell me not to peek. I can still see those tight blue jeans of hers and a thin white shirt with buttons down the front that showed the beginnings of cleavage from her blossoming body. 

I made a quick search of the grain bins but I knew I'd find her in the upstairs of a newly built pack house. It was only logical. It was secluded away from the other barns. The bottom floor was full of junk but I knew there was nothing much on the second floor at all. It was almost empty on the second floor and she'd think I wouldn't go up there. I knew her well.

Climbing the ladder that leads to the loft, I realized why grandpa didn't store anything much up there. It was steep and only a narrow hole to climb through to reach it so lifting anything up there would be difficult.

Reaching the loft I scanned the expansive floor. A few cotton sheets grandma had tossed up there just days earlier were on the floor under a window and there were a few small boxes scattered around. No where really to hide. But those curtains sure looked awful lumpy.

I pretended to look around a bit as I watched the pile of cloth nearby. Then without warning I ran and jumped on the pile. Sure enough something giggled within and I dug through the fabric until I found Lisa laughing and breathing hard as she had tried to hold her breath hoping I wouldn't see her.

I just sat on top of her so she couldn't move.

"No Fair." She giggled.

"No way. I found you."

"You must have peeked."

"I didn't."

"Did to. How'd you find me so fast?"

I pulled the rest of the sheets off her but still sat across her hips so she couldn't get up. She was still smiling. I looked down at her as her chest still heaved up and down. "I just knew. You thought since there isn't many places to hide up here that I wouldn't even bother."

"It's quiet up here."

"Well, why can't we just come here to hang out? We're too old for hide and seek."

"You use to like it. Let me up."

"Nope. Not ‘til you tell me about that new girl at school you hang out with."

"That's why you want to hang out and talk. You like her. Expect me to set you up."

"Do not. Just want to know is she going out with someone and stuff."

"Alex likes the new girl." She started singing. I leaned over and pinned her arms down.

"I saw you flirting with Joe the other day. You haven't got room to talk. What do you see in him anyway? He's a stupid jock."

"Well the new girl wears too much makeup trying to attract guys. I hear she's a little slut. Maybe she'll give you some. You might think you're too old for hide and seek but you'd like her to give you your first piece, wouldn't you?"

I could feel my face turning red. Leaning closer to her face my voice was a little louder. "At least she's got boobs."

"I got boobs and at least I've dated someone before."

"Once and it was that nerd from fourth period. I heard it all last month."

"Yea and you scared him away. Just ‘cause you're my cousin doesn't mean you have to protect me all the time."

"He was creepy."

"I liked him."

"He just wanted to get in your pants."

"Don't all guys want to get in girls pants?"

"I don't want to get in your pants."

"You don't think I look as good as that new girl?"

"You're my cousin." I let her arms go and leaned back still on top of her hips.

"But I'm still a girl. Don't you think I look as good as she thinks she does?"

Why is it girls try to compare themselves to others of their same species? I'd never really looked at Lisa like a girl before. She was always my buddy. So when she asked that question something in my brain flipped that day as if a curtain had been lifted which shielded my eyes from really seeing her. 

The sun filtered through the window of the second story of the barn that evening. It shimmered down on her long blonde hair which was cast haphazardly atop those cotton sheets and framed her round face; a face which was so beautiful. She smiled with her eyes as much as her mouth. She always did since we were kids. She was more beautiful than the new girl and didn't need any makeup.

I looked at Lisa as if seeing her for the first time. I remembered her pigtails and rolling in the mud together. But she wasn't a little girl anymore. She had turned to a lovely woman and I hadn't even noticed.

Her neck was smooth and I could see the edge of her breasts challenging the top button of her blouse showing a bit of cleavage. As my eyes wandered further down I could see part of her flat stomach revealing itself between two other buttons that were being stretched apart by my legs as I straddled her hips. A little embarrassed, I scooted back some so I was now sitting on her thighs and straightened her blouse for her so it wouldn't pull apart as much.

It was then that I saw it. I had a bulge in my pants. An eighteen year old guy who'd never had a steady girlfriend can get a hard on with a strong wind and mine was raging from studying Lisa's slender body with new eyes. What's more is the erection was straining against my jeans and just inches from her….yes, it was right over her pussy; pressing up against it in fact through our jeans.

I hadn't noticed just how tight Lisa's jeans were. The outline of her pussy was perfect and my dick was straining as if magnetically drawn to the folds of fabric between her legs. I quickly wanted to hide my erection before Lisa saw it, but it was too late.

"I do look good to you, don't I?" she said.

I started to climb off of her but she put her hands on my thighs to hold me on top. She patted my thighs and then opened her mouth as if to say something but changed her mind.

"What?" I said.

Her hands stroked my thighs as she bite her lip softly. I shifted trying to get more comfortable. She was looking at my erection and smiled again. "You really do like my body, don't you Alex?"

"Yea. I'll admit. I guess I do have a fox for a cousin. Bummer."

"I've never touched one before, Alex." Her eyes never left my erection. I was partly uncomfortable but mostly turned on. We had talked about boyfriends, girlfriends and even sex before, but nothing that came close to implying interest in each other.

While my mind was still trying to figure out what to say, I felt Lisa's hand rub across the bulge in my pants. It was everything I could do to keep from exploding.

"Can I see it?"

Before I could answer she was unbuckling my pants. I made no move to stop her. We had already crossed an imaginary line and there was no turning back. You'd think she'd unbuckled guy's pants before as quickly as she undid the snap and pulled down my zipper. But I knew she hadn't because we usually confessed the details of the few dates each of us had experienced in the past. I think it was more like she wanted to pull out my dick before either of us had a chance to realize what we were doing.

With me sitting on her she couldn't pull my pants down but the tip of my dick peeked out the top of my white jockey shorts. So she pulled down the front of my underwear and my dick sprang out over the elastic top. It seemed to leap into her hand and she stroked as if it were fragile.

I have no idea how much time went by. All I know was that I was exposing myself to a girl for the first time and it was Lisa. Apparently, it was a first for her as well because she caressed my dick for what seemed an eternity and wouldn't let go.

The only thing that kept me from cumming was her touch was so light and tender that it made my dick beg for more. If she had grasped it firmly and stroked it like when I masturbated, I would have cum immediately. But she had a delicate touch. It felt nice and made my head spin.

Not knowing what to do next, I leaned my face over hers. Supporting my body over her, our eyes met and our breath mingled. I could feel her chest heaving against mine. No words passed between us but the look in our eyes spoke for us. Our lips met; lightly at first, waiting for the other to pull away. Then pressing our lips fully against each others; our tongues ventured from our mouths and swirled upon finding its mate.

We kissed deeply that evening. The sun showered our bodies with warmth and somehow we fumbled out of our clothes. Oh, it was nothing like the movies. We clumsily tossed underwear and shirts aside, giggled when the others hair tickled our nose and awkwardly explored each other's body.

I caressed a woman's breast for the first time and she held a man's dick in her virgin hands. My lips found her perky nipples which I sucked until she pulled me away to suck mine then we rolled around on those sheets until we had touched every inch of each other's body.

The kissing, the sucking, the caressing; it kept us busy for what seemed over an hour. I'd stroke her hair, she'd kiss my neck then our tongues would find each other all over again. We didn't want the touching and kissing to stop. Or maybe we were both afraid of what might happen next if we did.

We had already crossed one line; a guy and a girl rolling around naked in a barn. Had it been just that, the next step might have been easier. But this was our grandpa's barn. Not her grandpa and not mine, but ours. 

I remember we were giggling. She was lying on her back, the sun still reflecting off her hair. I ran my fingers through it for the thousandth time as I lay beside her leaning over her face. We stopped giggling long enough to kiss again then looked at each other as we caught our breath.

There was silence. She was beautiful. Her eyes were drawing me in. Slowly my leg slid between hers. She spread one leg open slightly so it could fit between hers. Then it happened.

I don't know who moved first but in unison my other leg slid over hers and her thighs parted simultaneously; allowing me to lie between them, my dick pressed up against her pussy. It seemed so natural but the giggles disappeared. Later I would recall this as the point at which we had crossed into the forbidden. I was laying naked between her legs which she had opened; my dick throbbing against her fine hair of her pussy began to ache with passion as a burning built up inside me.

Something unspoken passed between us as we lay face to face as something burned within her as well. My dick pressed against her and I felt her hips arch toward it. She was trying to rub her pussy against my dick and my dick yearned for her pussy. 

Reaching down I grasped the shaft of my dick and nestled the tip between her labia which was swollen and throbbing as much as I was.

Her pussy glistened. I looked down and guided the head of my dick between those lovely labial lips and watched the head disappear within. She gasped quietly and I looked at her to be sure she was ok.

A smile spread across her face and our eyes drank each other in as I pushed my pelvis forward, feeling her warmth envelope my dick as it pierced deep inside her. Our eyes never left each other from that moment on as she spread her legs further and rocked her pelvis against mine.

The shaft of my dick slid easily in and out of her pussy. I couldn't have imagined fucking could be this wonderful. But I did imagine it would be longer.

I had only begun to stroke within Lisa's pussy when I started feeling a tingling within my balls and an uncontrollably urge to thrust deep within her. Something was happening to Lisa as well because she had begun to moan and grasped the cotton sheets beside her as she tossed her head back.

"Fuck me, Alex. Oh, Fuck me."

My mind didn't have time to sort out if she was having pleasure or even an orgasm. The world was a haze and nothing could stop us from what we were doing at the moment. Right now there was just us and the two of us had become one. Our bodies were gyrating in unison; our hearts were beating as one and the world revolved around our union for this moment.

The tingling became warmth and that warmth spread throughout my thighs and rushed through the shaft of my dick. My hips thrust toward Lisa, my dick piercing her with every stroke. Moans echoed throughout the floor of the barn; our hips danced an erotically forbidden dance. We were conjoined and desired to be within the other.

Suddenly a groan escaped from my lips, so primitive I didn't recognize it as my own. Lisa arched her back, her body tensed and she emitted sounds from deep within her as well. I told Lisa I was going to cum.

Without warning, clarity returned to Lisa's eyes. With a look of shock as if awakening from a dream she yelled.

"Pull it out Alex. Pull out now."

I did as commanded. When my dick popped out of her pussy, ribbons of cum arched across the air onto her stomach. My dick pulsated with each spasm pumping streams of fluid onto Lisa. Wave after wave washed over me as I grasped my dick and finished jacking myself off kneeling between her thighs. My cum glistened on her toned abdomen and left a few drops on her fine pubic hair.

While I pumped through the final throes of orgasm, Lisa had her hand between her legs rubbing her clitoris vigorously to finish an orgasm of her own which apparently had begun long ago. It was my first time seeing a naked woman touching herself. Her fingers rolled feverishly round and round. Her head tossed back in ecstasy. Masturbation was not new to her, I could tell. It was over as unexpectedly as it had begun; naked, glowing and breathless. The scent of sex filled the barn.

We didn't say anything for a while. We smiled at each other. We didn't try to hide our nakedness once we recovered. What would be the point? 

Oh, forget about storybook endings. That was just the beginning. We worried until her next period if I'd pulled out in time and vowed to never fuck without protection again. She was introduced to the pill after that.

We knew it wasn't quite right. But it was so innocent and pure; especially in the beginning. We learned from each other and gained more confidence with the opposite sex. Ironically, we justified the few liaisons we've had over the years as even helpful to our marriages.

Lisa and I have no strings attached to each other. We certainly aren't going to run off and leave our spouses for each other; our families would disown us. Oddly, if there is a sexual lull in each of our lives, we have the other to fill it without fear.


We have sex only a few times a year now but they are memorable. Her hubby doesn't like anal sex. Lisa actually likes it sometime and I help her out when she gets an urge. My wife isn't fond of sucking dick, but Lisa loves it.

But the best sex is when we accidently meet at a family function. We will slip in a bathroom and she'll lift her skirt and bend over a sink. I'll bury my dick in her and we'll fuck with abandon for the few moments we have.

Or we'll agree to walk back to the old barn to store stuff for grandma. And fuck where no one can hear us and have all the time we need.

Then there are the little smiles, the quick glances or the accidental rubbing of my ass in the kitchen and the times she flashes her full breasts at me when no one is looking. It's forbidden. It's taboo. We know we aren't supposed to, but we are. And we can't wait to meet at grandmas again when the time seems right and she whispers in my ear.

"Alex, when?"

"Just say where Lisa. Just say where."



Crossing the Line



I've written this story at the request of a fan. It is purely fiction. I want to give a prologue that quickly explains my attitude to the issues it raises. Certain things happen in this story that I would not want to happen in real life. In real life I believe in equality and consent. I have moral values. However, my mind is a safe playground for any fantasy I choose. If fantasies remain fantasies and do not become obsessions, they are safe. They are also exciting. Enough of that, you're here for my story. 

The internet became part of my life from the moment my parents first taught me to use it. It opened up a world that was so much wider and more exciting than the real world that I spent my childhood living in. By the time that I was eighteen I had surfed and chatted for years. At eighteen, though, I was ready to take things further. In the long summer before I went away to university, my parents bought me my own computer. It was put in my room. I think it was their way of letting me know they trusted me. Before I had always had to use the family computer. I had known all the time that dad could check up on my browsing if he wanted to. Not that my parents are like that, they respect my privacy. It still held me back, though, knowing that if I had looked at something naughty there was a chance my dad might have found out. My parents would never have shouted at me about it, they would just have talked it through with me. They're reasonable and liberal people. Trouble is, I didn't want to have that discussion with them. 

The computer in my room opened some doors that I had only been able to walk by in the past. Naturally I had, well, peeped through the keyholes of those doors in the past but I had never properly explored the rooms beyond. I'm not ashamed to say that those summer nights with my new computer were spent exploring every adult site I could find. I watched endless clips, flicked through image after image, chatted to people with fantasies and fetishes I had never imagined. I always remained safe and never revealed too much about myself. Most of the time I wouldn't dare to play when my parents were home but, luckily for me, they are bopth busy people, always travelling for work. My mum is heavily involved in social work and travels in this country and abroad. Dad is a financial consultant, disappearing all over the world whenever a company needs him. That leaves little me, the spoilt brat, home alone with my toys. Those hot summer evenings alone in the house were a time of intense pleasure and self-discovery. 

Then came Libertine. 

I met him in a chat room where I was constantly bombarded with requests for private chats from men with names like "roughdaddy" and "eightinchesoncam". Why did Libertine appeal to me? Mainly because he was so articulate and witty. He amused me. He was also incredibly frank. He never tried to pretend that he didn't want to talk about sex. From our first conversation we were discussing our desires and fantasies. The night we met we enjoyed a session of roleplay that was kinky enough to make me feel guilty the next morning. He liked to dominate and I liked to explore my submissive side. While he played our game he told me what to do in real life and I happily obeyed his instructions. I rub my clitoris, pushed fingers into myself and, eventually, used the handle of a hairbrush to fuck my arse. I had played with my anus in the past but it was Libertine who got me to go further than just play. I'll never forget rolling a condom down the unyielding plastic of that handle. Looking at it before I positioned it behind me and started to push against my already wet anus. 

Within a week he had convinced me to share my MSN with him. I took very little prompting to buy a webcam. I remember feeling a thrill of guilt and pleasure as I brought it home and hid it in my desk draw. It wasn't until the house was empty that I dared to try it. 

I saved it for Libertine. He was the only person I wanted to try it for. When he eventually came online, my throat constricted and my heart began to pound. He wasn't pushy. He didn't even ask about the cam. When I mentioned it, he seemed pleased but he didn't start begging me to turn it on. His coolness was what won my admiration. Other men were always begging for more and more. One picture was never enough. They always wanted more pictures, phone sex, my address, my body, a meeting. Libertine just wanted me to enjoy myself. 

I had already seen his cock and his body on cam. He was far older than me. He said that he was fifty but he was in great shape for his age. Although I found it hard to judge things on the cam, his cock appeared huge. In my mind it was even larger, something to fear and desire at the same moment. He never showed his face. He said that it was more exciting to remain slightly anonymous. I agreed. In my mind he could be whoever I wanted him to be. All I needed was his body, his cock and his words on the screen. 

As he guided me through installing my camera, I felt like I was a virgin again. I was about to enter a world that I didn't really understand. I thought I knew what I wanted but part of me wanted to switch of my computer and run downstairs. Needless to say, I didn't do that. 

When the image first flicked into life, I felt more exposed that I had ever been. I was fully clothed but I felt naked. I hurriedly adjusted the cam so he could see as little of my room as possible. I kept the camera's eye on my breasts and body. I had lost weight recently and was proud of my new look. My tight t-shirt look good over my small, pert tits. 

He told me that I looked great. We chatted about how it felt to be on cam. He didn't ask me to undress or make any innuendoes. He just chatted. The more we typed the more I was longing to show more of myself. I rubbed my hand across my breasts to see if he noticed. He did, of course. He said he wished he could do that. I asked if it turned him on. I asked if I should do it again. He said he would love that. 

Within five minutes I was shirtless and braless. I played with my breasts, feeling like a porn star. He showed me his swelling erection and then took it out of his jeans. I watched in fascination as he stroked himself, knowing that I was the cause of his desire. My insides were hot with arousal and shame. I could feel how wet I was getting and I knew that this would go much further before the end. 

I won't go into all the details, it would take too long. Anyway, that isn't the point of this story. You all know what happened in this part. Yes, of course my jeans and underwear came off. Of course I rubbed myself for him. I spread my lips, pushed two fingers deep into me. I gave him every view, every angle he asked for. Our conversation got filthier. At first I called him Master. By the end I was calling him Daddy. The fantasy got kinkier, more taboo. When he came, I was balancing precariously on my hairbrush handle, taking it deep into my arse. The mixture of pleasure and pain was so powerful that I managed to orgasm simultaneously with him. 

He never asked to see my face. 

When we had both recovered a little, he talked to me about our fantasy. He checked that it had not gone too far. I explained that the elements of rape and incest were taboos but that is partly what had turned me on. He told me that he wished he could come to me for real, sneaking into my house in the night. It was the first time he had ever crossed the line and mentioned meeting in real life. I politely told him that online was more than enough. He just said that it was enough for now. He told me that he wondered if we would want more in the future. I told him that nobody could know the future. 

After some affectionate small talk, we both went offline. I had dreams that were vivid, erotic and bizarre. I had begun swimming in an ocean of desires that I had only ever watched from the shore. 

Imagine my disappointment when Libertine ceased to be online. I went for four nights without his company before I emailed. We had never exchanged phone numbers, so I had no other way to contact him. He didn't reply to my mail the next day. I hated myself for missing him so much but I could not hold back from sending another message. I let him know that I wanted him. I was explicitly sexual about how much I had pleasured myself in his absence. I thought that I could get him out of hiding if I aroused him enough. I wrote that I lay in bed at night longing for him to open my bedroom door and take me by force. I went into detail about how he would abuse me and the pleasures we would both feel. My language veered from vulgar to almost poetic in my desperation to make him interested in my again. 

I tried to find the same joy online that he had given me but nobody else knew my mind like Libertine. One night in late August, alone in the house, feeling hugely disappointed with my online games, I went to bed to sulk and sleep. 

When I woke up, he was already on top of me, holding me down. One hand was over my mouth. I tried to scream but he muffled it. My eyes were wide but in the semi-darkness and confusion, I could see very little. He was wearing a black balaclava. I knew it was Libertine. We had discussed this scenario. He had taken my email as an invitation. How had he found me? That was not important. What was he going to do? That was inevitable. 

I didn't want this. Online I was always in control, always one flick of a switch away from safety. This made me too vulnerable. For a second I managed to writhe my face free of his hand and I screamed. He slapped me. I gasped at the pain. He had not hit me hard but the strength of the blow told me he could hit me a lot harder if he chose to. 

He stood up and dragged me from the bed. By this time I was so afraid that my will to resist had gone. I thought that my only tactic could be compliance. I knew what he wanted. Perhaps if I gave it to him, I would be safe. 

He dragged me to the wall and, to my surprise, he switched on the light. He had positioned himself behind me and was holding me around the waist with one arm. I could feel the hard bulge of his cock against my back. With the other hand he was reaching for something in his pocket. I shut my eyes, terrified of what tool he might be searching for. 

I heard the crumple of paper. I opened my eyes to see what he was holding in front of me. It was a copy of the email I had sent him. He had highlighted certain sections. Feeling a cold dread fill my chest, I read my own words, words that had condemned me. 

"...I want you to come to my room in the night..." 

"...take me as roughly as you like, use me like a slut..." 

"... I'll take your massive cock in my pretty, little mouth..."

"...and when you're entering my tight, shaved pussy, I'll call you Daddy..." 

"...when I suck my own juices from your shaft, I want you to cum in my mouth and all over my face, just like I'm a slut in one of the clips we watched..." 

There was no point in arguing now. I could try to explain that all I had wanted was his attention again. My words defied me. He was here and he would take what he wanted. I had invited him to do it. Feeling humiliated, I started to cry. "Please!" I moaned, my voice cracking with fear. "Please don't!" 

In answer, he thrust his hand down between my legs. I was only wearing a long t-shirt, nothing else. His fingers rubbed my lips and clit. They were still wet from my time on the internet earlier on. I knew how he would interpret it. I wanted him. The feeling of his fingers was, no matter how afraid I felt, powerfully arousing. He was full of lust but it hadn't taken away his skill. I almost collapsed against him as he molested me. He was panting in my ear and I felt my legs buckle. It was all that he needed to push his finger inside me. I shouted as it entered me but my yell would not have sounded like distress, not to him. He grunted in satisfaction, lifting me from the floor so his probing finger could get deeper inside me. He rubbed it around as though he wanted to explore every inch of my pussy, claiming his territory. Then, swiftly, he pulled the dripping finger from me and thrust it against my lips. I considered biting him but I didn't want him to hit me again. I had to submit. I would be safe if I pleased him. I sucked his finger, tasting my own wetness. 

He lowered me to the ground and my knees gave way. I half knelt, half sat at his feet. He stepped in front of me, putting a hand over my eyes. Even though he was masked he didn't want me to look in his eyes. Perhaps he was afraid he would stop if we looked at each other. He needed the anonymity to do these things. I considered fighting back and pulling off his mask but I knew he was too strong. He was also insane enough to break into my house and do this to me. I didn't want to find out what else he might be capable of. 

He reached down, took my hands and brought them up to the bulge in his jeans. I knew what he wanted. If I stalled the same things would still happen to me, they would just be more difficult. Biting my bottom lip, I began to rub his crotch. His breathing quickened and he used his free hand to unbutton his jeans. Humiliated by my own obedience, I reach into his jeans and, with some difficulty, managed to free his cock. It was huge and hard, difficult to manoeuvre out of the tight fabric. Eventually, though, the thing that I had desired was in my hands. It was just as big as I had thought. I could hold both of my hands on the shaft and still the head protruded. I was still crying as I began to suck the hot shaft. 

He couldn't suppress his moan of pleasure. I hoped that he remembered I was uncomfortable with deep-throat because a cock this size could suffocate me. I whimpered as he grasped my head but, fortunately for me, he never plunged too deeply. He was rough, though, and so fast that all I could do was keep my lips wrapped around him as he used my face. 

I could feel the pleasure building in his throbbing shaft. I wondered if I could escape some of his lust by making him cum quickly. I whined pathetically as he fucked my mouth, hoping that the sounds of my vulnerability would arouse him more. His movements did get fiercer for a moment but, as if he knew my ploy, he suddenly pulled out, leaving me gasping and wet-lipped. 

He manhandled me to the bed, pulling my t-shirt over my head as he did so. Without speaking, he push me onto all fours. He had always told me how he liked to enter a woman like this the first time. He said it was more animal, more pure. I didn't move as I felt him clamber onto the bed behind me. There was no point. Nobody would be able to come and save me in time, even if I did succeed in getting out of his grasp. I hung my head and waited for the inevitable. He positioned himself behind me and began to rub the tip of his cock up and down my slick pussy lips. He didn't enter me straight away, instead, he pulled out my email again. He began to wave it in front of me, stabbing at it with a pointing finger. The word was, "Daddy." 

Could he force me to say it? Could I break that taboo just to please him? I had typed it a hundred times on the net. Could I say it aloud? What would happen if I didn't? 

He grabbed a handful of my hair and yank my head back, throwing the paper to the bed. Then he began to spank me with his other hand. It was not the playful spanking that I had occasionally enjoyed with my boyfriends. It was punishment. I had not realized how much a spanking could hurt. My parents had never hit me when I was a child and I didn't know the pain that could be inflicted. He hit me fewer than ten times before I burst out with the words, "Sorry Daddy! Please fuck me!" 

A cock would be better than a beating. He wasn't going to use protection, that was obvious. I was on the pill so I had no fear of getting pregnant. I had told him that online. I just prayed he had no diseases. I thought about telling him to fetch a condom from my bedside cabinet but I knew he would just laugh at me. 

Slowly, so I could feel every inch of his intrusion, he pushed his massive cock into my small pussy. I gasped and moaned, bunching my hands into fists. I had never experienced anything of that size inside me. He was slow but relentless, pushing until I could physically take no more. He could have given more but I would stretch no further. He was pushing into my depths, stretching me more than I had ever felt. Then he slowly drew back, only to plunge in again. Then again. Then again. 

He began to increase his rhythm until my pussy obediently stretched and lubricated for him. As it became easier to fuck me, he increased his speed and violence. He yanked at my hair, pulling my head so far back I wanted to scream but each of my little yelps of pain just made him harder. His other hand reached underneath me to rub firmly at my clit. He was rougher than any man I had been with but I couldn't stop myself from loving his touch. I decided to give in to my body. It was the only way to survive. 

How long did it take him to make me cum? I couldn't say. I felt like he was fucking me for hours. Every time that I thought I would cum, I reached a higher level of pain and pleasure. I had not known that my body could feel so electrified. Every nerve was on fire with ecstasy or pain. He groped, squeezed, pinched and slapped. He even throttled me, bringing me so close to blacking out that I thought I would die before he had fully enjoyed himself. When I breathed again, my head flooded with light and suddenly an orgasm was controlling my body. I screamed, knowing that nobody would hear but him and he would be delighted. My body didn't seem to be my own. I was just an organ of his pleasure. 

Before my orgasm had finished, he had pulled out of me and thrown me onto my back. I knew what he wanted. My mouth and my face. He was dangerously close to orgasm and he didn't want to miss the spectacle of his semen covering me. Without any protest, I shut my eyes and opened my mouth. I lay back, propped against pillows, my face at the perfect angle for him to defile it. 

He covered my eyes. I was surprised. They were already shut. He obviously didn't want me to look at him. After a short pause where he seemed to fumble with his clothing, he began to masturbate with his other hand. I could smell myself all over the hot cock that brushed against my face. His hand beat furiously, sometimes hitting me. He made no apology. I kept my jaw slack, ready to receive his cum. I wondered if it would be over when he had satisfied himself. 

He was grunting with exertion, seconds away. Suddenly, he pulled his hand from my eyes and shouted, "Look at me!" I blinked, not understanding what I was seeing. He had taken off his mask. 

I was looking into the face of my father. 

"Daddy?!" I gasped, my whole world dissolving. 

Then he came, his cock pumping jet after jet of hot cum into my mouth and over my lips. He watched my horrified face as he coated me with his seed. He looked astonished, appalled and furious. 

When he finally finished cumming, he collapsed next to me on the bed and pulled me close to him. I didn't resist. I couldn't. I no longer knew what was happening. He cuddled me too him and whispered gently to me about how good I had been. I turned away from him but he pulled me back, my buttocks against his throbbing penis. I can't repeat all of the words he said. I can't remember most of that time. My body was present but my mind had left it. All I know is that he told me that it hadn't been "us" that had done it. Not the real "us". He told me that it was only our internet selves, our fantasy selves. He explained how he had been monitoring me ever since I had been given the new computer. He had spied on me through our network. Eventually he couldn't just watch any longer. He had invented Libertine so that he could learn about me. He had gone so far into his fantasy that it had frightened him and he had tried to resist. Then my emails had come. I had worn away his resistance. I had tempted him. 




Crossing the Line



As he spoke of my emails, his hands began to run over my body again. This time he was more gentle and his touched soothed me. I still could not speak or look at him. I wanted to be able to turn back time but I had taken a new path. There was no turning back. I sighed and snuggled against him, intentionally rubbing my backside into his crotch. 

"Oh baby," he murmured. 

"Yes, Daddy," I heard my voice replying. 

His cock twitched and stiffened immediately. He reached between my legs again and began to rub my pussy. This time he was skilled and gentle, teasing me into arousal. I let my tongue taste his cum in my mouth. Then I licked my lips. I had done this much. I would do more. My mind came back to me but it had changed. I could be the internet Sarah. When the daylight came I would be the other self but for now I would be the freak. I raised my fingers to my face and began to hungrily sweep his cum into my mouth. He watched me and gasped with joy. 

Fumbling a little in his haste, he pushed me onto my front. I reached back and spread my buttocks. I knew where our game was going. He laughed loudly and happily, running his hand along the cleft of my arse. He pushed a finger firmly into my tight anus and I cried out. He worked my tight hole for a few minutes, pushing in and out with his finger until I could take two fingers, then three. I writhed and moaned but I never told him to stop. With the aid of his spit and my pussy's wetness, he managed to get me wet and open enough for his fingers. 

Then came his cock. It was softer than his fingers and a better shape but its size was absurd to me. As it nuzzled my anus I couldn't believe that he intended to push it inside me. With slow, firm pressure he finally made me give way. He gave a low moan of satisfaction as I screamed. Supporting himself on his arms, he began to force his hot shaft deeper into me. Nothing had prepared me for it. The physical sensations were intense but the knowledge of who was doing it to me was so much more powerful. I don't think many women could ever understand how it felt to be sodomized that way. 

Together we learnt that my arse can take a greater length than my pussy. He seemed pleased to discover this. He certainly enjoyed grinding himself all the way into me. My spread cheeks allowed him to penetrate me to his full length. We also learnt that with enough perseverance, my arse can be fucked just as hard as my pussy. All it takes is a man who can ignore my cries of pain. I lay underneath him sobbing and bucking but never trying to free myself. I just kept my arse spread wide and tried to push my hips up so he could truly enjoy me. 

This time I knew I wouldn't orgasm but his pleasure had become more important than mine. I knew I was fulfilling a dream for him. The burning pain of my anus was nothing compared to the pleasure I could tell he was experiencing. He was pounding harder, nearing orgasm. I decided to make him even happier. 

"Cum, Daddy! Cum up my bum!" I squeaked, doing my best to sound like his little girl. 

He roared with amazement at his own slutty daughter and the feeling of his frenzied cock ejaculating into her willing anus. He drove his cum as deep inside me as he could, enjoying the levels of his violation. 

And what happened afterwards? Does it matter? We spoke a little and we cleaned ourselves. We agreed that it had not happened to the real "us". We would not change. He would leave the house and I would go back to bed. In the morning the whole thing could be a shameful dream. 

Did it happen again? I'll leave that to your imagination.



Crossing The Line



I had been communicating online for years, wanting to take the step and do something about my desires but scared to lose everything, scared that I would not be able to stop, not wanting to hurt family by cheating. The desires had been with me since I was 13, always curious about what it would taste like, intense desire to submit to another guy and let him (or them) take my naked body for their pleasure and mine. 

Secretly looking in the high school showers, checking out their jeans covered asses and bulges, wondering what was underneath. I am and always have been more attracted to women but had the secret desire to be the woman in a sexual encounter, allowing a guy to remove my clothes and use me, maybe allow a group use me. 

I finally told a friend who said she suspected my fantasies and she told me to go out and get some, get it out of my system she said so I could restore my focus to my wife. Well the thoughts have not left and eventually another friend was told - a gay man who I had no attraction to but would understand.

Evan entered my life through reading my fantasies online. Dozees of messages passed back and forth, most highly erotic and tremendously hot. I dropped my guard and told him I would be at the maii in Braintree, MA on a Saturday afternoon, dressed casually in ripped jeans, a white baggy shirt and flip flops, designed for easy removal of course. I wear the hemp anklet on my right ankle, the identifying mark for him when I sit and the leg of my jeans rises. 

After wandering about for 20 minutes, I sit on a bench, and see him a few feet away at the prearranged location. I turn as I get up and he approaches me from behind in the crowded mall, his hand gently grabbing my ass, a finger slipping through a rip and revealing I was wearing nothing underneath. All he says is "the room is waiting" and we proceed out to our cars and to the Sheraton across the street. The excitement of the moment is powerful as I enter the lobby following him to the room where I will lose my virginity and realize my decades long fantasies.

The room is dark as I enter and as I kick off my flip flops Evan is removing my shirt, caressing my chest, reaching around to grab my ass, sliding his fingers inside my jeans and pushing them to the floor. I'm naked in a hotel room with a man who wants me, my cock grows larger then it ever has, I feel like a slut and step to him as he removes his shirt, I unbutton his pants & pull them down, his cock pressing against his underwear, I rub my lips over the cock that wants to be released. My fingers sliding into the his underwear and pulling them down my lips inches from his cock I pull him close to let my tongue slide across his balls, moaning softly his body trembles as my tongue slides to his hard cock and licks his shaft slowly, enjoying every second of this moment. 

On my knees I position my self to take him in my mouth and he enters as my lips part. He pumps gently as my tongue swirls around his cock, my hands squeezing his ass, Evan's in ectasy as my fantasy comes true. Pulling him against me as he fuck my mouth, his hands on my head, both of us moaning, wanting to release. My head bobbing up and down, his cock begins to swell and explodes in my mouth, once, twice, and again. I need more, I have become a whore and I want to be used more, I move to the bed, lie on my back and Evan follows, kneeling between my legs, removes the anklet, tying it around the base of my cock as a cock ring and takes me in his mouth, waves of pleasure race through my body as his tongue and lips massage my hard cock. As I thnk it can't get better he slides a lubed finger inside my ass and pumps it against my g-spot. My fingers digging into the blankets his mouth working my cock something larger enters my ass, a vibrator is turned on and I scream out "don't stop", my cock wants to explode, but he wants to release again, this time taking my cherry. Lubed and ready I pull his head up and tell him "fuck me now". Ever the eager boy, Evan sits up pulling my legs farther apart slowly removing the vibrator that opened me he pulls a condom on then slides in and pumps into me, stroking my cock as he fucks me. I have become the slut I wanted to be, Evan pumps a few times arching his back and I feel him explode into me as I shoot my load.      

He collapses off of me exhausted, but I am ready for more, naked in a hotel outside Boston, full of cum, I have become a cocksucking slut. I take the vibrator and push into my ass, reaching for him I stroke his cock back to erection and with the vibrator in my ass I pull the condom off and take his cum covered cock again into my mouth until he can't take it anymore and fills me with his cum again. Taking control of the vibrator in my ass he pumps into me until I cum and collapse, exhausted but waiting to recover so I can resume me new hobby!



Crossing the Line



I will start first explaining how this all began. 6 years ago my wife Sue attended a "ladies" night with friends from work. Sue is an attractive lady 5'7 dark hair and 36d cleavage. I picked her up and her flushed complexion told me that something interesting had happened. She kissed me deeply and it confirmed that her excitement was not just from the alcohol she had consumed. She began to explain what happened:

Sue entered the club with her friends. The club was seedy and grubby with a small stage at one end. It was full to the rafters with women of a very broad spectrum. The only table left was near the front so they were forced to take that. The lights dimmed and the first performer took the stage. It was a regular strip tease and he spent time dancing naked and wanking his erect cock. He looked hot!

The next man came and he caught my eye. He was black and toned. It was more of the same until he lept of the stage and started prowling the audience. He kept approaching tables and offering his cock to the ladies. He approached our table and my heart began to race. At first he approached Chloe and when offered she grabbed his cock and stroked it. He then came to me, seeing Chloe do it gave me confidence so I gave a quick pump. I was shocked however when he grabbed my hand and led me to the stage. 

He placed me in a chair and started dancing around me groping my breasts and thighs. He then pulled out a long flag so we were hidden from the audience, he told me to suck him. His big black cock looked inviting so I took him into my mouth. After a few pumps he dropped the flag, pulled me out of my chair and laid me on the floor. He danced over me and lowered his cock towards my face. I took him back in my mouth now in full view of everybody. He then worked down my body and pulled my legs apart. My panty covered pussy was on show to half the audience. He then lay between my legs and then started to bounce up and down on me. He was overacting but his cock was still pushing against my wet panty covered hole. Then as quick as this had happened he was off and leading me back to my chair.

I tried hard to concentrate on the road but the story of the night was getting me hard. I kept looking down at her bare legs in the car and imagined the black stripper lying between them. Still concentrating on the road I moved my hand between her legs. Her panties were soaked. Immediately she told me to pull over. She bent over the chair and told me to fuck her. I got in position behind her and pushed my erect dick into her. I thrust violently into her and we were so turned on we came together almost instantly. I deposited my spunk inside he and we stayed silent recovering from the sudden explosion.

Over the last 6 years we had discussed regularly what had turned us on. For her it was the interracial aspect and for me it was another man using my wife's body. We discussed exploring the fantasy further but never had the courage. That was until Brad entered our lives. He was the landlord son and flirted outrageously with Sue.

So here we were. I am sitting in the bedroom chair. My wife standing with her back to the cupboard and Brad topless looking hungrily at my wife. He stepped towards her and kissed her deeply. His hand moved up her skirt and she gasped as he roughly played with her pussy.

He stepped back and told her to strip. Sue slipped off her dress and let it fall to the floor. He threw her roughly to the bed dived on top of her and sucked hungrily on her breasts. She moaned in pleasure. He stepped back and removed his pants unleashing a huge cock. He pushed my wife down his body and forced her head onto his cock. She sucked greedily while he held and kneaded her breast.

He moved behind her and without any build up started to feed his cock into her pussy. The next minutes were filled with frantic fucking. His dark skin contrasting against my pale wife. She was beginning to scream noisily. Then with one big push he held her to him and groaned the idea that he was filling my wife nearly made me cum there and then.

They collapsed spent on the bed almost oblivious to my presence. When recovered enough my wife beckoned me over lay on her back and opened her legs. I could tell that she did not really want too as she was satisfied already but that turned me on even more. I stripped conscious that Bradley was looking at my cock knowing I was much smaller. 

I entered my wife's slick pussy and it felt amazing. I pumped hard and fast already too turned on and knowing that my wife was already spent. I pumped my orgasm into her blending quickly with Bradley's sperm.

It was one of the most amazing sexual things I have experienced. We have discussed how it made us feel and we hope to repeat again soon. I have a new fantasy that I would like to eat cum from my wife's pussy after the session but I have not shared this yet. 



Crossing the Line



"Zack, you got a sec?" Jamie asked as she opened my bedroom door unexpectedly.

"Fuck don't you know how to knock?" I blurt out as I cover up the nine baggies of herb.

"Yeah but you're my brother so why should I?"

"Well how bout shuttin the damn door before mom walks by!" 

"Alright already." Jamie says as she steps into my room and shuts the door behind her.

Jamie stalks up behind me while I do my inventory of my supply, peering over my shoulder at the nine baggies she says. "Kim wanted me to ask if she could get a quarter off of you."

I ignore her as I pull out a small mason jar from one of the draws from my computer desk, cracking it open and pull out a small amount of pot to roll a joint with.

"Well?" Jamie barked.

"Well what?" I reply fully oblivious to the question that I was just asked.

"Can I get some pot for Kim?" She says as she reaches down and palms one of the baggies.

"Sure, it's a hundred and twenty-five for a quarter." I state slapping her hand so she drops the baggie.

"WHAT!?" Jamie yelps, "Don't you have anything cheaper?"

I turn and look at my sister, her tight blue tank made her A cup breasts look nonexistent and the short mini skirt made her look much taller then her five foot seven frame. "Sorry but it was all my chick had this week, if Kim wants to wait till this weekend I might be able to get some different stuff." I tell her as my eyes roam over my sisters body. Jamie was eighteen months younger then me, she wasn't the prettiest of things but looking at our mom you would see where she got her non-good looks from. I really didn't have room to talk, all through high school I only had two girl friends and I think the only reason they went out with me was because I always had herb. 

"Let me call her and see what she wants to do." Jamie says while sliding her cell out of her back pocket. 

I finish breaking up the pot on my tray and start rolling a pretty fat joint while she talks to Kim. I roll my chair over to the window and push the glass up to vent the room. I stand up and walk over to the door and lock it, I push a towel that was on the floor with my foot to cover up the small gap under the door. Then I turn the fan on and place it by the door to keep any smoke from heading in that direction. Jamie is still yapping with Kim about the quarter while I stroll back over to my chair and sit as I light up the joint. 

My sister hangs up the phone as I pull a rather large hit from the joint and pass it over to her, "This is some outstandin shit." I say as I exhale.

"Damn it smells wicked," Jamie comments as she pulls the joint to her lips and inhales. "She wants to know if you would spot her the sack?" 

"Not in this life time," I tell her almost bursting out laughing. "The last time I spotted that bitch a quarter it took me two weeks to get my money."

"Don't call her a bitch." Jamie says slapping me on my shoulder. "Come on Zack, please?"

"No." I tell her as I hit the joint one more time.

"Would you break a quarter up for her and sell her half."

"No, call her up and tell her all or nothing." I say while I hand the joint back over to my sister.

"Shit!," Jamie exclaims as she flips the phone open and hit Kim's number, "You can be a ass sometimes Zack."

"Yep, but I'm not a dumb ass." I tell her grinning, as I watch her pace around my room on the phone with her friend.

"No he won't budge," Jamie says, "Yeah I told him already he's being a ass... Yeah, it's some good shit, I'm smoking some of it now... OK, I'll catch you in a few minutes." Jamie flips the phone shut and tokes on the joint once more before handing it back over to me. "She's on her way over."

"Hopefully with a hundred and twenty-five bucks." I say grinning from ear to ear.

Shortly Jamie and I hear Kim's piece of shit car pull up in the drive and hear the car door shut. "You might want to get the door before mom does." I tell her as I watch Kim walk to the front porch from my bedroom window. Kim's hips swayed as she walked across the yard, stirring the blood within my dick making it hard. I've always pined after Kim, she was hot and I was never really sure why she hung out with my sister. Kim and Jamie was like night and day, the only thing they did have in common was they both had their birthdays on the same day and they both smoked. So other then turning eighteen together that was about it, Kim had a extremely sex body and a baby doll face that could make you melt in seconds. Her medium size breasts were smushed tight by her shirt and the cutoff shorts made her tanned legs gorgeous. Not even thinking I slide my hand down and adjust my stiffing penis. Jamie watched as my hand pushed my hard dick down out of view, before turning and opening the door to go meet Kim at the front door. I snubbed the joint out and stashed it with the rest of my roaches. A nice little stock pile so if I ever ran out I could still catch a buzz for a few weeks.

Minutes later I hear Kim and Jamie laughing as they came up to my door, again Jamie didn't bother knocking and just walked in with Kim in tow. "Why you being a dick?" Kim blurted out before I had a chance to say hi. "You don't have anything cheaper?" 

"Damn nice to see you too Kim, why don't you come on in my room and make yourself at home." I say slightly agitated.

Jamie sits down on my bed, legs parted just enough to catch my attention and causing my discomfort to my growing problem. 

"Come on Zack, what do I have to do? Please." Kim pleaded.

"How bout givin me a hundred and twenty-five bucks, this shit isn't cheap and it sure as hell isn't free. And you being a bitch to me won't make it any cheaper!" I tell her as I overt my eyes from my sisters lap to her. "But I could always use a blow job." I say jokingly.

"ZACK... JAMIE," Our mom yells from down stairs as she opens the front door. "I'M HEADED OVER TO PAT'S FOR A FEW... I'LL BE BACK SHORTLY TO START DINNER." 

"OK MOM." Jamie and I say in unison as we hear the door shut.

"OK," Kim blurted out, "But you better not tell anyone."

"Wha?" Jamie and I say shocked.

"I'll give you a blow job for a quarter."

"I was just joking Kim." I tell her, hoping she would ignore it.

"Well I'm not," Kim says as she takes a few steps closer to me, "Think you could give us a few minutes Jamie?"

"You gonna suck his dick?!" Jamie says still shocked at her friend.

"Not like you're goin to do it for me and I don't have the money for it."

"Kim really, I was just jokin." I state as she kneels before me, her hands fumbling with the snap and zipper on my shorts. 

"Doesn't look like you're dick is joking," Kim replies as she rub my stiff dick through my shorts. "Looks to me like you are dead serious."

"Oh my god, I don't believe this! You're actually gonna give my brother a blow job." Jamie asks while Kim starts to free my hard shaft.

"Either get out or shut the fuck up!" I shout at Jamie while Kim sucks the head of my dick into her wet mouth. I moan loudly and relax into my chair while Kim gobbles down my dick, half expecting Jamie to get up and walk out but instead she stays and watches as her best friend sucking me off. Kim wrapped her petite hand around the base of my cock and stroked it as she went down with her full lips causing incredible pleasure. She was no expert but I heard rumors that she has sucked or fucked the whole football team and I was honored to be added to list of people she's pleased. I close my eyes as she slides her mouth deep on my seven inch dick, till her nose was nestled in my pubic hair. 

"Fuck, that feels good," I say as I cup my hands behind my head and let Kim do her work. "I might have you pay like this more often." 

Kim lifts her mouth from my dick, spit dripping from her pert lips, "We'll see, you actually have a pretty big dick, a lot bigger then Marks." 

I was surprised to hear her talk about her boyfriend like that but at that point I really didn't care to much. Kim went back to work on my pulsing cock, using her tongue to trace the head before she began to lick it like a lollipop. I was overwhelmed by the sensation of her tongue gliding over my flesh. I open my eyes and spot Jamie still lying on my bed watching intently, her tight mini skirt pulled further up her tiny hips and her hand was rubbing small circles over her panty covered crotch. I swivel my chair to watch my sister caress her pussy, forcing Kim to sidestep a long with me. 

Kim continued to suck and lick my dick, reminding me of the pleasure she was giving. I ease my hand down to rest on the back of her head and pushing her deeper onto my shaft forcing her to gag. My dick throbbed repeatedly while Kim worked me up and down, pumping my dick for my creamy load. Watching my sister masturbate as I get a blow job was extremely arousing, making my dick throb harder.

"I think we should move this over to the bed." I tell Kim as I stand, making her lean up with me and relinquish my penis from her vice like mouth. I walk over to my bed that was a few feet away and lay down beside my sister, Jamie's eyes startling wide as I approached. "Any objections if I help you out." I ask my sister.

"But uh," Jamie stuttered as I slid my hand over her thigh. "You're my brother."

"It's OK, not like Kim is gonna say anything. Are you Kim?" I ask watching as she reattaches her lips to my ridged cock.

"Mnah Muh." Kim says through a full mouth.

"What if mom returns and catches us?" Jamie asks, "She'd flip the fuck out." Her hand never stop working her pussy and never removing her eyes from Kim and my dick. 

I slide my fingers over her panty cover slit, pressing firmly. Jamie moans and falls back onto the bed while I snake my hand under her panties, finding her tender nub and roll it gently. Jamie cups my hand as it explores her sensitive folds. I could feel her wetness seeping as I plunge a finger deep within her sacred hole, causing her to grunt like a dog in heat. 

I look down to find one of Kim's hands had vanished within her own shorts, forcing her to moan around my hard shaft planted deep in her mouth. "Kim, take off your shorts." I command of my sisters friend. She pried her lips from my dick with a loud slurping sound, saliva stringing from my penis and her mouth. She pulls on the button of the tight cutoffs and peeled the denim from her body, exposing her pink thong. Kim spun revealing her golden tanned body and also divulging how turned on she was. Her juices trailed down her thigh like a neon sign saying 'Fuck Me'. I noticed that I was not the only one checking out Kim's lovely form. My dick bounces and brings all attention back to it, like a star in the night it shone. 

"Ahh, poor baby needs more lovin?" Kim teased while she lifts the tight black tee over her head and crawls back onto the bed with my sister and I. 

Kim's bronze toned body was amazingly beautiful, her pink bra was snug and pushed her pert breasts up making them appear rather large. Kim's tender hand drifts up Jamie's thigh as she rests between my legs. Jamie moans at our combined touch, flinching at the pleasure she was receiving. 

"Oh god..." Jamie whimpers, "OH GOD!" 

I can feel my sisters juices rush over my fingers and hand as her orgasm runs a muck, flushing her pale skin to a pinkish hue. Jamie bucks her hips while my finger skims over her clit and Kim begins to probe her puffy labia.

"I've always wanted to try another girl," Kim says leaning over me and running her tongue up her friends thigh. "I think you will do nicely." She nibbles gently on Jamie's skin causing her to whither and moan. 

I sit up and grip the bottom of my sisters tank top and pull it over her head, revealing her minuscule A cup breasts to me for the first time since we were kids. My dick throbs savagely at the sight of her tiny tits, aching for attention. I lean into my sister and take her small hardening nipple into my mouth, sucking it like it was the giver of life. Kim moved from between my legs to nestle in the middle of Jamie's thighs, her face inches from my sisters vagina. She snaked her fingers under the waist band of Jamie's panties and began to work them lower, displaying her stubbly pussy. Jamie purred as Kim's hot breath raced over her snatch and I devoured her petite nipple. 

"Oh yes!" Jamie moans as Kim's tongue makes contact with her flesh, forcing her to thrust her hips outward into Kim's eager mouth. 

I stand up and remove the rest of my clothing as I watch my sister have her pussy eaten. I reach down and stroke my rock hard shaft, enjoying the view of Kim's heavenly ass. I bend over and plant my lips on Kim's ass cheek, kissing gently up her spine and to the back of her neck. This time it was Kim cooing with delight at the sensation of my lips on her flesh. I circle around to behind Kim and wrap my hands around her hips to lift her ass in the air for a better advantage point. I hook my fingers under the thin string and eased it down, marveling at the wonderful sight of her cunt as her panties fall between her knees. Kim's thighs glistening from her own fluids, inviting me to feast upon her glorious hole. I rake my fingers up her thigh forcing her to tremble and groan. I pull my hand away and trace my fingers along my lips, taking in her essence. 

Jamie moans at the treatment she was receiving from Kim, bringing me back to awareness of my sisters slender body lying on my bed. I watch several seconds before I roll on my back under Kim's delicious hips and pull her hot vagina down on my wanting lips. I probe her sweet smelling pussy with my tongue causing her to gyrate on my face, suffocating me with her young body.

"Shit, Zack!" Kim sighs in my sisters clit, causing Jamie to moan in return from her heated breath.

"I could ask you the same thing Kim!" Jamie wails, tossing her head back and flinging her hair wildly over her shoulders and the bed. Jamie's orgasm quickly approaching critical, like a flood burst through a damn of desire she screams out. 

Kim looking for the same satisfaction began humping my face, impaling herself with my tongue as she slams down her pussy. Faster and faster she rocked back and forth on my mouth, covering my face with her juices. Kim's thighs tightened around my head and she grew very still, I feel the heat radiating from her hole as a sudden rush of fluid nearly drowns me. 

"Shit...Shit, OH YEA!" Kim sighed into my sisters slit, her orgasm blasting through her like a bomb. "FUCK I'M CUMMIN, DON'T STOP... PLEASE DON'T STOP!" She shook as she collapsed onto the bed, her face resting on Jamie's lap. 

I creep from under Kim's trembling body and position myself behind her, I grip her hips and line my raging dick to her soaked hole. I push slowly while my dick starts to sink in her folds, stretching her tight cunt. In one solid push I lost my dick in her vagina, my stomach rested against her ass. Kim groans loudly as I fill her cunt. She slides up Jamie's body forcing me along with her till she was able to suckle my sisters beautiful breasts. I pump furiously, slamming harder and harder into Kim. With each thrust she cries out louder and louder around my sisters pert nipple, till I feel her clench around my dick. The pleasure was immense and I knew if this kept up I would not last much longer before I erupted in Kim's gushing hole. I plowed my dick into her a few more times before I released my cum in her pussy, clawing her hips as my orgasm left me breathless and exhausted. I feel her squeeze her uterus around my cock, causing me to shake tremendously and finally collapsing down onto Kim's back. Spent I kneel off of her, my sister staring at us with a burning lust as I rise from her friend. My deflating dick slips from Kim's soaking pussy and I see Jamie is looking hungrily at my limp dick.

"OH MY GOD! What the hell is going on here?" Our mother yelled standing at my bedroom door. Her eyes glancing at the pot on my computer desk and the three of us spread out over my bed naked.

"Shit..," Jamie exclaims as she searches for her clothes frantically and doing her best to cover herself with whatever she could find. 

"MOM!" I shout as I jump off of Kim's naked form below me, covering my shrinking dick with my hands.

"Will someone explain to me what the fuck is goin on here?" Our mom said in a lengthy breath, eyes bouncing from one naked body to the next, ending with me.

Kim pulls my covers over her body, blushing profusely.

"I uh... I uh can explain." Jamie blurts out like there was really a explanation that could be given. 

"Really and what would that be Jamie," Our mom asks as she steps further into the room, staring at the three of us. "Let me guess, the three of y'all was getting high and and y'all tripped. Knocking y'all's clothes off and forcing Kim to eat you out while your brother fucked her from behind?" She says sarcastically as she crept even closer, only now to stand within feet of us. 

"Mom." I say, trying to think of something I could say to get us out of the ass load of trouble we just got into.

"Don't mom me, all three of y'all get up and get some clothes on." She said as she turned around and left the room, "I'll be waiting down stairs." The anger rang in her voice as she stomped down the hall.

"Shit!" I say as I reach down for my shorts and sliding them on. 

"What are we gonna do?" Jamie questions as she pulls her panties up and pushes her skirt back down her thighs, searching wildly for where her tank top went off to.

"Fuck, I hope she doesn't call my mom. She'd fucking freak out, maybe even kick me out." Kim exclaims as tears begin to roll down her cheeks. 

"Well we have no choice but to face the music at this point." I tell them as I slide my shirt on and make my way to the door. 

"ZACK, BRING ME THE FUCKING POT TOO!" Our mom yells from downstairs.

"SHIT!" I cursed, hoping that she would overlook the baggies on my desk. I stomp over to my desk snatching the baggies, I drop two of them in the top draw and toss one to Kim. "You earned it." I tell her as I turn and head to my doom.

To Be Continued....



Crossing the Line



It all started out innocently enough. The occasional off hand comments with the slightest sexual innuendo. At first, I just took them as dirty humor between two coworkers. But more and more, the innocent comments took on a different undertone. I could feel the tension between us, it's so thick you can cut it with a knife. Normally I would never cross that proverbial line but with frustrations at home and the stress from work, I'm finding it harder and harder to deal without an outlet. 

Last week I told you about a dream I had, which thinking back was probably not the greatest idea. But I'm one of those guys that once I get my mind started on something, it's extremely difficult for me to stop until I get what I want. It's been all I could think about lately and it was driving me insane. It was my "secret" to tell and the more I thought about it the more curious I got so I told you. At this point the line has completely dissolved, as you let it slip that you've been thinking about fucking me for well over a year...........

As the days passed, our conversations become more sexually charged and what started out as a fantasy, little did I know was to become something else entirely. I got to work a little early for a regional call which was supposed to be an hour. I drove up to the parking lot and noticed that your car was the only one here. I later found out that our manager had called in sick and that we we're going to be on this call alone. This was exactly my dream coming to life. 

I came in and you we're sitting at your desk, I noticed that you had cut your hair and I joked as I usually do that you looked much much younger. This got me a "you're rude" look which is part of our usual banter. I sat down at my desk to prepare for the call but all I can think about is my dream and how eerily familiar this is all becoming. 

You walked into the manager's office and dialed in for the call, but nobody was on yet. I kept thinking about you in my dream bent over the bathroom sink, and me taking you from behind. The thought alone was enough to make me hard. I know this could have serious consequences, but at this point I was past the point of caring. 

I made my way into the office as you we're coming out to get your numbers for the call. I was trying to hide my hard on with very little success. You accidentally brushed against me with your hand grazing the growing bulge in my pants, I couldn't exactly tell if it was intentional but I saw a hint of a smile as you walked by. My mind was on fire and I was past the point of being in control. 

I grabbed you by the hand and pulled you back into the office and closed the door. You looked at me with surprise as I held you against the door. I took your hands and pinned them over your head and kissed you, releasing all my frustrations in that one single kiss. I forcefully turned you around as I take one hand and slowly traced it down the side of your body following every curve. I felt you breathing harder as I slowly lifted up your skirt and slid my hand to your inner thigh. You leaned your head back against me and begged me to touch you. You managed to free one of your hands and gently took mine moving it closer and closer, guiding me towards your already wet pussy. 

I started to kiss you on your neck as I pushed your panties aside and gently slid my fingers inside you. You let out a moan as you felt my fingers slide in to your cunt. With a slow and steady motion we established a rhythm as your hips met my hand's every move. I can tell from the intensity of your breathing that you were close to coming so I stopped. You begged me not to as I slid my fingers out of your wet, hot, cunt. 

To my surprise you slowly took my hand and guided me to your mouth as you sucked my fingers tasting your own juices. You turned around with a look of lust in your eyes and you pushed me back towards the desk. You took off my tie and unbuttoned my shirt. You forcefully undid my belt, reached into my pants and grabbed my now fully engorged cock. You leaned in to kiss me while you stroked my long hard cock with your hand. You slowly made your way down kissing my neck, then my chest, getting lower and lower as you got on your knees, finally pulling my cock out and taking my entire length with your mouth. I grabbed your hair as you bobbed up and down, sucking my cock with a muffled moan. God you're going to make me cum, I said with labored breath as I felt the pressure starting to swell inside my balls, but it was your turn to stop. 

You got up and whispered in my ear, not yet. You took off your skirt looking me in the eyes with a look of hunger and lust on your face. You told me you wanted to feel my cock inside you as you pushed me on the desk. You climbed up on the desk as you straddled me, rubbing your moist cunt against my hard throbbing cock. You reached back and took my cock in your hand, pulled your panties aside and placed my head right against your lips. You lowered yourself slowly at first, taking in just the head, teasing me. Your pussy felt so good, so hot, so tight. I grabbed you by the hips trying to force my cock deeper inside you but you try to resist. It didn't last long as the feeling of my cock inside your cunt was too much for you to bear. You slowly grind your hips in a steady rhythm, getting faster and faster. You dug your fingernails into my chest drawing a little blood but I didn't care. 

It felt so fucking good having my cock deep inside your cunt squeezing me with every thrust that nothing else really mattered. It only took a few minutes for you to tell me that you're going to come, your words drove me over the edge and I felt the pressure in my loins starting to build up once again. 

You leaned back as your hip's rhythmic grinding got faster and faster, you screamed out in gasping breaths that you're coming. I tried to pull you off but you held me between your legs not allowing me to. Our bodies convulsed as I came deep inside you, filling your cunt with my cum, a wave of orgasm coming across your body as you squeezed my pulsating cock dry with your cunt. You leaned in, smiled and gave me one last kiss, my cock still hard inside you throbbing and twitching. I really needed that, you said as you slid off my cock and climbed off the table. 

We cleaned up and started getting dressed and realized the call had already ended. And somehow we had missed the whole thing.



Crossing the Line



Let me start off by saying I NEVER thought this would happen. I'm in my 3rd year of teaching, which means (when you add in my college training) I've had at least 7 years of being taught to avoid inappropriate relationships with students. And, beyond that, I'm not a pervert. I am completely aware that it is not okay to be sexually attracted to student. And yet...

I first met Tyler when he was a freshman in high school. I was a college senior, student-teaching in his Government classroom. I was 21, he was 15... I found him endearing, but nothing more. To be honest, he was always busting my chops, pointing out errors & basically being a cocky SOB. I graduated college, married my high school sweetheart, got hired at a nearby middle school, and frankly never thought of Tyler again.

Flash forward 3 years. My middle schoolers are attending the school district's week-long camping program, complete with overnight accomodations, environmental-based lessons, and local high school students as counselors. As the camp teachers introduce my students to their counselors, I hear "Tyler Marcus, call your cabin names, please." My head jerks up & I make eye contact with Tyler – only now, he's not a scrawny, naïve, 15-year-old freshman... He's a handsome 18-year-old senior with an athletic build. And he's smiling at me with recognition.

"Hey, don't I know you from somewhere?"

"Uh..." I was so lost in how weird this was, I couldn't think straight. Finally, my brain caught up. 

"Yeah, I student-taught with Mrs. Dixon a couple years ago. Weren't you in her Honors Government?" As if I didn't know the answer already.

The rest, as they say, is history. We instantly clicked during that week at camp. Unbelieveably, he was the counselor assigned to my class. That threw us together for classes, meals, even night hikes. Once the week was over, we became Facebook friends. After a while, we started texting eachother. Constantly. After a month or so, Tyler actually called me. We spent hours that night, chatting on the phone, talking about any and every subject – what was I thinking?!? How much trouble would I get in if someone from the School System found out? I shudder to think about it... Yet, somehow, that knowledge wasn't enough to make me stop our friendship. After about 3 months, we crossed another line – we started hanging out after school. We would meet at parks, random parking lots, anywhere we thought we'd be safe to sit & chat. I started attending his baseball games this past Spring, and his football games these last couple months. Essentially, we became best friends – we chat multiple times a week, we meet at least weekly, we innocently flirt. Note I said innocently; Tyler is 18 years old - legal, but still 6 years younger than me, not to mention a current student in my school district.

Flash forward to last Friday night. I went to Tyler's football game, as I usually do. It wasn't the most impressive game for his school, but Tyler played amazingly well. So well, in fact, that he called me afterwards & asked him to meet at the park, to hang out. We got to the park – it was deserted, of course – and walked down to the pavillion. We sit on one of the picnic tables and light up a couple of cigarettes. As we're smoking and discussing the game, Tyler scoots closer to me.

"So, you really think I played a good game?"

"Of course! You always play well - you're a talented athlete, man!"

"Well, I think I deserve a reward, don't you?"

"Listen, Tyler, if you think I'm going to give you my almost-full pack of cigs, think again. I'm always buying for you, and it's kinda annoying."

Boy, was I in for a shock when Tyler just shook his head, put the pack of cigs down on the table, and said "I was thinking of something else..."

He stands up from the table, turns to face me, and slides between my knees to stand directly in front of me. He lean in to kiss me, deeply, caressing my neck with his hands. Suddenly, his grip tightens on my hair and his voice turns sharp. "All those late night conversations, with many sex stories exchanged, I've heard tons of stories of how much you like to be controlled. I've thought about it so many times, but tonight... tonight, I'm going to have some fun myself."

My first reaction was a nervous giggle, followed by "come on, Tyler, you've got to be joking. We can't hook up! I'm a teacher, you're a student... Not to mention I'm married AND 7 years older than you..."

But even as I protested, my stomach was fluttering with excitement and I was melting under his gaze. His fierce look disintegrated for a moment & he bent towards me to whisper, "I'd never force you to do anything you don't want to do... But I think you want this..."

Oh, Lord, he was so right! Cautiously I looked around, but there was no need – it's 11:30pm, in a park with no street lights. We were all alone. I thought about it for a split-second, looked back at Tyler, and slowly answered, "whatever you say."

Immediately, his grip tightened again and his voice got tougher. "That's a good bitch. Now, get on your knees."

I sink down on my knees in front of him & look up, waiting for instructions. Tyler unbuckles his jeans, lowers his pants & boxers, and sits down on the bench behind him. Hungrily, I take him in my hands and slowly start massaging. As he grows hard in my hands, I wrap my lips around his shaft and gently start licking. I move my head up & down the length, licking & sucking, doing my best job to make Tyler happy. And from the sound of his moans, I'm doing just that. His hips start to buck along with my movements, and his moans get louder and heavier. Knowing that he's getting close, I slow down. I pull back until I have just the head in my mouth, and massage it with my tongue. I run my tongue up the length of his shaft a few times and kiss my way back down. When the teasing gets to be too much, Tyler moans "suck it, bitch." Just the sound of those words makes me wet and excited, and I hungrily go back at it, wrapping my mouth around his dick and taking it in as deeply as I can. I swallow around the head a couple times, and from the sound of Tyler's sigh, that does the trick. I can feel him starting to spasm in my mouth, and I wrap my lips tight, so I can catch every drop. He blows his load into my mouth and I swallow every drop. When he's finished, I lick him clean & lick my lips.

As he comes back down from his high, Tyler looks down at me, smiles, and says "I always knew you'd teach me some amazing things..."



Crossing the Line



It all started with the radio dedication.

The DJ read: 'Dear Dave, a few weeks ago my Son and I went on holiday to the Algarve. Unfortunately on the second day there I slipped and pulled a muscle in my leg. I was told by the doctors in their broken English I would have to have complete rest for at least three weeks.

'Steven, my son, devoted the rest of the holiday to looking after me and keeping me company in the Hotel, only leaving to buy supplies for me and souvenirs for home. On the last full day he borrowed a wheelchair and hired a car to take me around some of the local beauty spots as we'd had to cancel all the previously booked excursions. 

'Even when we got home he made sure I was okay before he went to work each day making sure I had some lunch available and a kettle handy for a constant flow of tea and coffee. I am a lot better now you'll be glad to know. 

'I would be grateful if you could tell the whole world how thankful I am that he is such a wonderful son and has looked after me so and tell him how much I love him, yours in appreciation, Bridie.'

I forget which song was then played as Steven got up from his chair, crossed the room, put his arms around me and, with a tear in his eye, said, 'Thankyou, Mum.' and kissed me ever so gently on the lips.

I looked back at him, smiling, with such a mother's love and gently kissed him back.

We kept looking at each other and took it in turns to gently and fleetingly place a kiss on the other's lips. The kisses became longer, then deeper and, without a word being said between us, our eyes closed and we began to kiss as we had never kissed before, as lovers. I don't know what came over me as I had never felt like this before, especially with my son.

'I love you, Mum,' Steven said as we finally broke the kiss.

'I love you too, Steven,' I replied.

Steven settled on the sofa beside me and we kissed again, his arms around me and mine round him.

We spent the rest of the evening listening to the radio, kissing and cuddling and only breaking as either one or the other of us needed to visit the loo or fetch a drink from the kitchen.

Eventually I needed to go to bed, I apologised to Steven and started to make my way upstairs. 'I'll be up in a few minutes to make sure you've got everything,' he said behind me. I could hear him tidying up the tea things and making sure the house was secure for the night.

I quickly sorted myself out in the bathroom, got changed into my nightdress and got into bed. I had just begun reading some more of my book when there was a gentle tap on the door. 

Steven came in carrying a glass of water. 'There you go, Mum, is there anything else you need?' 

'I don't think so,' I replied.

He leaned over and we kissed again, a deep loving kiss that's not meant to be shared between mother and son.

'Steven,' I said softly into his ear, 'Come to bed with me.' I looked pleadingly into his eyes.

'Are you sure, Mum?' he asked.

I nodded and said, 'Yes'

He came round the other side of the bed, sat down, hesitating for a moment before taking his shirt off followed by his trousers and socks. He hesitated another moment, then got under the covers. Meanwhile I had put my book down and lay down to wait for him.

We snuggled up close together and once more starting kissing. I could feel his erection pressing through his boxer shorts against my thigh.

'Take the rest of your clothes off.' I whispered.

He looked at me for a moment then sat once more on the edge of the bed. More hesitation, then looking back over his shoulder he said, 'Are you really sure about this, Mum?'

'More sure than I've ever been about anything ever before,' I replied.

As he removed the remainder of his clothes I sat up and pulled my nightdress over my head. Fortunately I'd never had more than an A cup except through pregnancy so didn't need to be embarrassed about saggy boobs. I just hoped he wouldn't be put off by the wrinkles.

As we lay together once more he put his arms around me. We began kissing again. I could feel his erection properly now as we pressed together. I lifted my leg over his and let him slide in.

That night we crossed the line.



Crossing the Line



It was late on a Saturday morning and I was feeling restless. I had just come back from a five mile run. At 41 I took pride in keeping myself in shape. I was in my bathroom and was about to get in the shower. I had dropped the robe I was wearing and looked myself over in the mirror. My legs were toned and long. My ass too was high and tight from years of running. Even my stomach was flat even though I had two kids. The only thing that was a little out of place were my boobs, they were a little on the large side. When I was pregnant with my daughter twenty years ago they had ballooned up to 36DD and just stayed that way. They didn't sag at all but you could tell they were heavy. They made my running a little difficult sometimes but I was still glad I had them. 

I slipped into the shower and enjoyed the warm spray. I soaped up and enjoyed the slick smoothness of my skin. My breasts got me a lot of attention I must admit. Of course I like to show them off in low cut tops and dresses and I even went braless sometimes. Young men and old men would stare at them. Did I tease? Sure I did. I ran my hands over them, across the brown tips of them making my nipples perk up and get hard. I felt their weight and fullness. They were all natural, all me. As my right hand played with a hard nipple my left hand worked its way down lower. Down past my tummy and between my legs. I always kept myself perfectly smooth either by shaving or waxing. My hand found what it was seeking, my swollen labia. I was very aroused and I could not put my finger on why. 

My fingers parted my lips and found my hole. Pushing inside with two it felt hot and tight. I was slick on the outside from the soap but also on the inside from something my pussy was producing. It was sticky and slick at the same time and there was a lot of it. I thought about what date it was and I knew then what was going on. It was the time of the month for me to ovulate. Today and tomorrow I would be at my most fertile. Whenever this happened I got super horny and my pussy started to discharge this slick stuff. I guess it was lubricating itself in anticipation of getting fucked.

I found my clit which was big and swollen. Playing with that and pulling on a nipple was going to get me off quickly. I pulled hard and rubbed faster. I felt the familiar fluttering down below. I gave into my orgasm in the shower and had to let go of my boob to steady myself against the wall. I came hard and my knees got a little shaky. I recovered and finished washing my hair and got out of the shower. After I dried off I decided to be lazy today and I put one of my son's big t-shirts on and nothing else. It came down to mid thigh. I got something to eat and drink and then decided to get on the computer in my home office.

I went to a photo sharing site where I had posted some pictures of myself, some clothed and some naked. I loved to read the comments and messages from admirers. There were groups I belonged to that were based on different themes. One was about fantasies. A question was asked to the group about your deepest darkest fantasy. A few people had started to respond and I read them. I got to one a middle aged married woman had posted and her fantasy was to have sex with her son. Of course I knew this was a fantasy of some and also a reality for others. Her response was well written and seemed very sincere. You could almost feel the desire she had for him. 

I surfed around for a little while and stopped by an erotic story site. I always like reading the top rated ones or some new ones. I went down the list and saw a highly rated one. It was about a woman and her son. Reading about that woman's fantasy on that other site got me curious so I opened the story. I spent the next 30 minutes or so reading it and re-reading it. She described the experience in nice detail how different sex was with her husband and her son. I shook my head and thought that sex with your son must be very special for someone to consider that move. 

While I had been reading the story I hadn't noticed that I had also been playing with my pussy. My hand was under the t-shirt and I was rubbing away. I was very slick and wet and I read the good parts again and shuddered with my second orgasm of the day. After I was done I wondered if I did that because I was horny from ovulating or did I get off on the idea of having sex with my son? My eighteen year old son Dennis who was a little slow on the take up and very shy with girls and I were the only people in the house today as my daughter Marie was spending the weekend with a friend.

Now I have had lots of kinky sex in my life, some pretty wild but I will be honest I had never ever considered incest. Sure I had seen my sons cock when he was growing up but sex between me and my son had never crossed my mind. That is up until right now. That woman who had the fantasy seemed so turned on by the idea and the woman in the story loved it so much she only wanted to have sex with her son. I had pulled my fingers from my pussy and was looking at them all covered in clear slick goo. As I was looking at them I knew my son was on his bed in the other room. I chuckled to myself thinking he probably would have no interest at all in me. Looking at my fingers again I heard his name being called. It was me who had called him and I didn't even realize it until the words was already out of my mouth.



Crossing the Line



I'd been curious for a while. A long while, actually. For years now, I've wondered what it would be like. I've surfed Literotica, sometimes for group sex stories with a gay component, sometimes for outright gay stories. From time to time I've downloaded gay sample videos and watched one man take another man's cock into his mouth, or his ass, and wrapped my hand around my own cock, wondering what it would be like, to feel it, to taste it, to touch it... to feel it penetrate me, and to use my own cock to penetrate another man.

But, I'd left it a fantasy, something "I might try one day", and indulged in my male-to-male fantasies on occasion.

Tonight, everything changed. 

With three instant messaging programs on my computer, MSN, Yahoo and ICQ, I'm approachable from cyberspace in a number of ways. Only ICQ, though, ever produces any "out of the blue" messages, most of them spam.

Tonight, the message on ICQ was different. I popped open the program to see a message waiting for me. "What virus infested website is some computer trying to send me to tonight?" I wondered as I clicked on it.

"Gay or bi? If so, care to have some fun?"

My stomach exploded. Huh??? I checked the details... and there it was. He lived in my town. This wasn't spam. This was a real internet come-on from a flesh and blood gay man who lived in my city. All I had to type was "Bi... and I'd love to", and I could be trying out what I've been fantasizing about for years, I could be feeling another man's cock in my hand while he wrapped his around mine... I could taste another man's lips while I rubbed oozing precum around the head of his cock.

The message hung in the air on my screen. What to say? What to say?

"No thank you, but good luck."

Click, and away it went.

He came back with a very polite "Ok, sorry to bother you, goodnight"... and that was it.

I closed the message, and moved my mouse back up to ICQ, to delete this uninvited man from my messenger. 

And I stopped. My stomach curdled and I paused. 

Images of all those fantasies, all those stories, pictures and videos I'd ever indulged in, flashed through my mind. My cock was getting hard.

I wanted it. I didn't want it.

But I did.

My hand dragged the mouse back to ICQ, and Dan's name. Almost on its own, it double clicked, and Dan's message popped back up again, waiting for my reply.

The cursor flashed under "Gay or bi? If so, care to have some fun?". I stared at it. My hands resting on the keyboard, my stomach tightening. And I typed...

"Dan, you messaged me earlier. I'm not gay or bi, but I am curious."

And I stopped. Staring at the message, my hand moved to the mouse and rested over the "Send" button.

To click or not to click? I was torn... so many scenerios filled my mind. Is this guy legit? Is it someone I know, playing a gag on me to see what I'd say? The number on the ICQ profile was low, so it was an ancient profile. He'd been using the program for a while.

What to do, what to do...

"Click".

I hit send.

Whether I meant to or my finger twitched, I can't say. But it was gone. I'd just replied to a gay man looking for a man to play with, and I'd told him I was curious. Admitted to a man that I could conceivably meet, and not some anonymous Literotica chat partner, that I was curious about what it would be like to be with a man.

My mouth was dry as I waited, staring at the ICQ window.

Would he reply? Had I blown it? Had my earlier refusal cost me this chance--

The little yellow message icon flashed with his name.

My stomach exploded again like the first time he messaged me. I clicked on the message.

":) Curious about what, John?"

I couldn't help but laugh. He was going to make me say it.

I paused. My hands on the keyboard.... what to type? Something clever? Sexy? Nasty?

"I'm curious about what it's like to be with a man, Dan."

My hand hovered over "Send"... my god, this was ripping my stomach to shreds. But I sent.

After a long minute, his reply came back. "How long have you been curious?"

"A long time..." I typed back, and hit "Send". It was getting easier and easier to respond... though my stomach still fluttered.

He quickly replied: "Since you messaged me back, I can gather you're ready to satisfy that curiosity?"

Was I? The thoughts sprang to mind again of everything I'd seen and fantasized about. "Yes." I typed, and paused over the "Send" key.

I hit it.

And I waited. It seemed like an eternity, with two voices arguing in my head. One shouting "Dude, you don't have to do this... just tell him your roommate was messing with him, and that'll be that".... and the other... the louder voice, saying "Do it... try it... go for it..."

"Would you like to meet?" his reply came back.

Before I could stop myself, I'd typed "Yes.", and had the mouse over the button again. I knew this was it... and I sent it.

"I could pick you up" was his reply.

Danger! Red flag! It didn't take a genius to know this could be major trouble. I knew that. My stomach flipped again. I should tell him we could meet at a coffee shop, somewhere brightly lit, lots of people, just a couple guys having coffee, where we'd sit in some excruciatingly painful growing tension of "how long do we sit here before we finally go do what you're aching to try?".

But... I replied "Yes."

"Where?" he replied.

I stopped. Where indeed. I didn't want to give him my address, though it hardly mattered since he could have looked it up from the details I put in my ICQ profile. "There's a hotel near my place, on the corner of Third and White Street. Do you know it?"

"Yes :D" was his reply.

"Okay. I'll meet you there... when?" I asked... what sort of timetable was he on? God knows whenever it was, I both wanted it never to come, and to come right now!

"I can be there in ten" he replied.

My God, so soon, was the only thing I could think, but "Yes." was my reply.

"Okay, wait for me there. You have your picture in your messages, so I'll know what you'll look like."

"What about you?" I messaged back, but it was too late. He was offline. And on his way.

I have never showered so quickly. In seven minutes, I was getting dressed. In nine minutes, I was out the door, sucking down a couple breath strips. By ten minutes, I was within sight of the hotel parking lot.

Every step of the way, part of my mind kept telling me that I could turn back, go home, forget about this. But at the same time, I knew I couldn't turn back... the fact that I replied to him meant something. Meant I was curious... wanted to know. Had to know.

And when I saw a blue sedan pull up in the parking lot, not parking straight, but over two spots, I knew I was about to know. Whoever was doing that park job wasn't planning on staying long. And then he got out of the car.

I felt my stomach tighten. He was good looking... very handsome, actually. Was he sexy? Yesterday, even earlier today, I would have struggled to say that I didn't rate guys that way. But I let myself tonight... I let myself look at this man in a way I'd never looked before. I let my eyes roam over him as he stood next to the car under the street lamp; from his feet, up his legs, I gazed at that spot where they met, under tight black jeans, and let my mind construct what I knew lay beyond. 

Finally, I reached him. He licked his lips and smiled. Those lips... I let myself see them in a way I'd never seen a man's lips before... and as my stomach tightened, I knew... I wanted to taste them. I wanted to feel those lips against mine. 

At the same time, I wanted to get out of there... head home, and go back to fantasizing about lips like those... where it's safe.

"Hi John," he said, extending his hand.

Contact.

No turning back from this now. No heading home and jerking off to two men pleasuring each other on the internet. This was real... and I was committed.

"Hi Dan," was all I could muster. He could tell I was nervous... hell, I'm sure the blush I broke into saying his name must have glowed red in the night. I took his hand.

Oh my god... what a handshake. His fingers wrapped around mine, and again, like so many times tonight, my stomach jumped. And he didn't let go. No, instead he took his other hand and placed it over mine. And I didn't try to let go either. I just stood there, smiling, staring into his eyes, feeling his hands engulfing mine.

Finally, he let go. And I was disappointed. I didn't want him to.

"You okay?" he asked with a smile. I nodded. "You sure about this? "

I paused... took a deep breath. Was I sure? Was I ready to cross that line from fantasy into reality?

"Yes."

He smiled, and walked around to the other car door, holding it open for me. "Come on."

I walked past him and paused at the door, looking at him.

"You can turn back, if you're not ready," he said with a smile. He licked his lips again, and stared into my eyes. This was it. Another one of those "now or never" moments.

I got in the car.

He closed the door and walked around to his side while I stood there. "Buckle up," he said with a smile as he started the car. "There are laws about seatbelts, you know," he said with a laugh. I couldn't help but laugh too. I'd forgotten all about my seatbelt. Nearly thirty years of society's training, to wear a seatbelt, and I'd completely forgotten it. Well, I guess it wasn't the only one of society's lessons I was forgetting about tonight.

He pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road. The silence and tension were palpable. Finally, he broke them. "So you've never been with a man? Ever?"

I shook my head. He smiled as he drove. 

"I remember my first time too... couple years back. I was soooo scared... was I ready to cross that line? Was I gay? Was I bisexual? Would I not want women anymore? Fuck, my head was a jumble for years." he laughed, taking a drink of water. There was a second bottle by the stick shift, I assumed it was for me. "Help yourself."

And I did. My mouth was so dry, I really couldn't even think of what to say. My stomach was tight, and part of me wanted to tell him to stop the car, and the other part wanted him to just hurry up and get to where we were going.

"And finally, I took the plunge. And man, I haven't regretted it for a minute." He pulled the car off the main road onto a side road, and very quickly pulled into a darkened parking lot overlooking the lake. It was massive, and there was one car parked in the blackness by the trees. He kept driving to another secluded spot at the edge of the trees, pulling the car to a halt, and shutting the engine.

I could only chuckle to myself. I'd come here before. With a girl. Seemed a lifetime ago.

"Been here before?" he asked with a laugh. I nodded, and turned to look at him. He was sitting, with one arm up over the back of the seat, staring at me. "Don't worry, no one ever bugs the people in the cars up here."

"I know," I whispered, taking a drink of water.

He smiled, and reached his other hand up to touch my face. I gasped as I trailed his fingertips along my cheek, and down my neck.

"Relax," he whispered, and leaned in slowly. I thought he was leaning in for a kiss, and suddenly, I didn't know what to do. So I just froze, and he gently pressed his lips against my neck.

Oh my god. They were so soft, and warm, and wet.

He kissed me. On my neck. Slowly at first, chaste kisses with his lips. I felt the heat and wetness of his breath on my skin. I couldn't help but moan, and I actually closed my eyes and opened my neck to him.

That must have been some sort of signal, cause it was then that I felt his tongue joining his lips on my neck. Kissing, gently licking... his hot breath rolling over my wet flesh. It felt so good. He kissed, licked and gently sucked on my skin, his hand coming up to caress my cheek again. I felt myself nuzzling his hand, moaning gently.

His kisses slowly moved higher. Up to my jawline. I heard and felt every wet smack on my flesh. What was I to do? Was I to turn my head and kiss him? Just enjoy this? Before I could do anything, he made the decision for me.

He kept kissing, this time, back along my jaw... up my cheek a bit... until I felt his hot, wet breath in my ear. He was breathing heavy. When he smacked his lips together, I felt it, and my belly flipped. His wet lips suckled my earlobe, and his tongue circled the entire ear, and I heard and felt his breathing, and the wetness of his tongue. Oh, that tongue. I wanted it.

"John?" he whispered softly in my ear, pulling me out of the daze I'd been slipping into.

"Uh huh?" I gasped.

"I'm not going to push you," he whispered, his wet lips gently kissing my ear, and his tongue probing into it. He kissed my ear again, and whispered "but what happens next is up to you. When you want to kiss me..." he planted his mouth on my ear again.

Oh, I wanted to. I don't think I've ever wanted a kiss more in my life. I turned to him, and leaned in. I felt his breath on my lips before his touched mine.

And then they did touch. His wet lips slid across mine, gently. It was electric. Soft, hot, wet, slippery... his lips were all those things and more, and they were pressed against mine as his hand cupped my cheek. I felt his tongue graze my lips, and I wanted it. So bad, I wanted it. My tongue slipped past my lips and past his, sliding against his tongue.

My god, I was in heaven. His stubble scratched at my chin as our lips and tongues slid against each other, our breath mingling and the sweat starting to mist out of our skin. I slithered my tongue into his mouth, exploring it. It felt like my first kiss ever.

He pulled back and looked me in the eyes. "Do you want to get in the back seat?"

I stared at him, and gave him the only answer that came to mind.

I nodded "Yes"...

To be continued...



Crossing the Line



I got into my car and set the GPS to the address he sent to me in his last email. I lit a cigarette and put the car in drive. He lived only 15 minutes away so I ran a quick errand to the post office, not wanting to appear overly eager by arriving too early. I was eager to meet him though, and arrived at his condo precisely at 1 PM.

He greeted me at the door and immediately took me by the hand and led me inside, After locking the door he turned to me and kissed me on the lips. I was a bit shocked at this, but it was not unpleasant. I responded instinctively and kissed him back.

"Oh, your're a smoker." he almost hissed.

"Is that a problem? I asked.

"No, not really, but you can't smoke in the house, okay?"

"Okay" I said.. 

Then he kissed me again, tenderly, placing one hand on my cheek and the other at the small of my back. I slipped my tongue into his mouth and he reponded in kind. I could feel his erection on my thigh. He lowered his hand to my crotch and felt my package. My cock was also rock hard and he dropped to his knees and pulled my shorts down and took my cock into his mouth. 

He worked his tongue expertly all over my shaft and massaged my ball sack. If he wasn't careful I was sure to explode in his mouth. He knew exactly how to bring me to the brink and teased me just to the point of cumming. My legs were shaking and my head was spinning. I was finally and definitely crossing that gay line.

"I bet you really want to cum don't you? " he teased.

"Oh my God. Yes!" I moaned.

"Come with me." he said, and led me upstairs to the master bedroom.

"Get naked and lay on the bed."

I did so quickly, and he stripped off his clothes and joined me. His cock was big, thick, and hard. I grabbed it tentatively and began stroking him. His cock seemed to get even bigger and harder as I stroked it. I couldn't take my eyes off of his magnificent dick. I kissed him on lips once more and worked my way down licking his neck and lightly sucking on his nipples. He seemed to like it and I lingered a bit still jerking his cock. After a little while I could wait no longer and scooted down further and took him into my mouth.

It was even better than I imagined. The warm spongy skin of his cockhead and the hard shaft tasted wonderful, I wanted to take it all and did my best to throat his big cock. After gagging a couple of times I settled into a nice rythym and worked my mouth up and down. I paused every now and then to lick the underside of his cockhead, and then I would bury my nose in his balls, licking and kissing them. 

"Hold on there Tiger!" he moaned. "I don't want to cum just yet." 

I climbed back up on the bed and we kissed again, more passionately. He pulled me close to him and was rubbing my ass, spreading my cheeks. Then he began playing with my asshole and slowly inserted his finger into me. It felt amazing.

"Hmm, you like that don't you?" he said with a smile.

"Oh yes...oh my god yes!" I purred.

He reached into the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a dildo. It was actually a vibrator and he lubbed it up before he began to work it into my ass. It was not as comfortable as his finger but after I relaxed, he got it in there pretty deep. Then he turned on the vibrator.

"Holy fucking shit!" I yelled, as he worked it in and out. 

He began pumping my cock with his other hand and I shot a huge spurt of cum, then another and another. My cum everywhere. I started to feel a little guilty and thought I really should get the hell out of there. 

But before the thoughts overtook me, he pushed me down on all fours, quickly lubed up his dick and immediately, slowly, but firmly eased his hot cock into my ass. The feeling was truly amazing. Compared to the impersonal vibrator, his cock felt, well I'm not quite shore to explan it, more friendly maybe. Anyway, he was fairly gentle as he worked his way balls deep into me. I could feel his balls on my ass as his strokes became shorter. He grunted and stayed deep in my ass as he thrust his load inside me. Then he slowly withdrew and sat on the bed close to me.

"Now your ass is gonna feel a little weird for a couple days, but that goes away, okay?" he explained.

"I kinda figured that out for mayself." I smirked.

"Come on, let's go take a shower.."

I could feel his cum leaking from my ass as he led me by the hand to the bathroom. He turned on the water and we stepped in together. We shared another man kiss and then he turned me around to face the wall, spread my legs and got behind me. I thought he was going to fuck me again, but instead he knelt down and started licking and sucking on my sore asshole. After just a few seconds he stood back up and kissed me again, filling my mouth with a mix of ass, cock, and cum.

He then pushed me down to my knees and I was face to face with his semi-hard cock. I could feel him harden as I sucked on his dick. I sucked him for some time until he shot another few thick ropes of cum into my mouth. It tasted slighly salty and slimey on my tongue with a hint of bleach. I swallowed all of it and we shared a final man kiss. 

I dressed quickly and took note of the clock, it was nearly 4 PM. We had been going at it for almost three hours! Amazing.

That night I fucked the living shit out of my wife. 



Crossing the Line



Dedication...I don't usually dedicate what I write to anyone in particular, but AC...this one's for you. Thank you for inspiring it, for being in my life, and for just being...YOU! Love sharing the ride with you... Ally

*

The knock at the door surprised her. She wasn't expecting anyone, and since the move a few months ago, had only entertained a few visitors in her new home. Making her way down the short flight of stairs to the landing of the split foyer house she now lived in, she looked through the peephole and then opened the door with a huge smile on her face.

"Hi," he said when she threw open the door wide to let him in. 

"Hi, yourself!" she returned. "This is a big surprise!"

"Well, I was in the neighborhood..." he began, but then stopped, knowing it wasn't true and that she knew it as well.

"As nice as that sounds, you live 20 miles away. Why don't you tell me why you're really here," she said, secretly hoping that he was here for the reason she wanted it to be.

They'd spent a lot of time over the past few months since her separation talking about her -- her life, her marriage, her non-existent sex life. Her marriage had ended in part because her ex wasn't at all interested in satisfying her appetite for sex. Oh, he was more than happy to satisfy his girlfriend's desires, but not his wife's. And eventually she couldn't live with that anymore. But knowing that took its toll on her emotions and self esteem. 

She was at the bottom of the barrel when they met, and he knew it. Their friendship, which began when her teenage son came to work at the movie theatre where he was the manager, grew over time. She was no longer just "Kyle's mom" to him, even though she saw herself that way. She'd lost sight of the fact that she was a vibrant, intelligent, worthwhile woman in her own right. And a really hot one at that! 

He knew her story, how her ex had taken advantage of her forgiving nature and spread his love around, counting on her to overlook it. Her ex, and everyone else in her life, was truly stunned when she didn't this time, and left his sorry ass. He was so proud of her that day! She began reclaiming bits and pieces of her life in that moment, and he committed to helping her as she moved forward. 

He had worked hard over the past several months to get her in touch with her lost sexuality. Why, he didn't know. She'd likely never be his. And really, he didn't want her to be. What he wanted was for her to be her own person, not dependent on any man ever again to determine her value and worth. He wanted her to be whole, healed, and to understand just how sexy she truly was. In fact, he considered it somewhat of a mission these days to make sure she got there. 

They'd been very open with each other. They knew things about each other that few others on earth knew, including their preferences for sex. There was not much they hadn't discussed. He knew what she was missing, what she desperately wanted, and today he decided that it was far past time she got to experience it again. 

Besides, he had wants, too. He wanted her...had for some time now. And so he drove the 20 miles that separated them just for this purpose. He knew that this impromptu visit would change things between them, and hoped that neither of them would regret it. But he'd watched her carefully over the last few months as she came to grips with this new life. She was ready, he was sure of it. And today was the day.

"I'm guessing you know exactly why I'm here," he replied, looking her straight in the eye.

To her credit, she met his gaze. A few months ago, she might have looked away, uncomfortable with the obvious intention of her visitor and the directness of his stare. But not now. He was responsible in part for this change in her, she reflected. He made her feel amazing about who and what she was. He made her feel sexy, desirable, wanton. Enough so that she answered him.

"I'm hoping it has something to do with our last conversation...my top 5 list," she replied. 

Then she did something that surprised herself -- and him. She reached out, stroked his cheek, and kissed him. Not a light, gentle first kiss between these two friends, even though it was the first touch they'd share with each other. No. This wasn't the moment for that kind of kiss. It was not what either of them wanted or needed. This was a deep, serious, fuck-my-mouth-with-your-tongue kind of kiss. Exactly what the moment called for, and it surprised the hell out of her...and him... that she had it in her.

When the kiss eased up and he recovered his voice, he replied, "How about we start with number 1 and see where it goes?" And then he took her hand and placed it on his crotch, where she could feel the evidence of his desire growing rapidly and throbbing beneath her palm.

As she began to stroke him through his jeans, he captured her lips in a kiss just as hot as the one they'd shared minutes before. While his lips and tongue plundered her mouth, her hands got busy unbuttoning his pants and reaching inside. She was shocked -- and seriously turned on -- to find that he hadn't worn underpants to come visit her. Just as well, she thought. They wouldn't have stayed on long anyway! Now it was just one less thing between them.

She broke her lips away from his after a few minutes of the incredible feeling his kiss created in her and without a word, took him by the hand down the few stairs to her bedroom. She quietly closed the door behind them and watched as he beckoned her to join him where he stood near her bed.

She moved easily into his arms and resumed the intense kissing they'd done in her foyer moments before. She made no argument as he reached up under her t-shirt and cupped her breasts without once breaking the kiss. Nor did she complain when he took his lips from hers long enough to lift the shirt up and over her head, and reach behind her to undo the clasp on her bra, before resuming the soul-searing kiss. She'd wanted this intimacy between them for a long time now. Who was she to argue when her fantasies were coming true right in front of her eyes?

Once she was topless, she returned the favor, taking her lips off his to pull his t-shirt over his head and then kiss her way down his chest. Her hands went back to his pants and eased them down over his hips. He worked his way out of them and kicked them aside, along with his shoes so that he was completely naked in front of her as she kissed her way toward sexual fantasy number 1 -- giving him a blowjob that made him cum.

Before he let her get to the promised land, however, he wanted to make sure she was taken care of. She didn't know it, but his own sexual fantasy number 1 was about to happen -- going down on her and making her cum using his lips, tongue and fingers. Her husband hadn't enjoyed oral sex, and therefore she'd only had it a few times in her life. But a woman should know how good it can be when a man fucks you with his tongue. And he would enjoy teaching her this lesson. Immensely.

Just when she was ready to sit him on her bed and turn her attention to the lower half of his body, he surprised her by pulling her into his arms and holding her tight against his erection. He massaged her gorgeous backside while resuming the kissing they'd been doing before disrobing him. She loved feeling his throbbing cock against her bare tummy. Eventually, he let go of her ass, and moved his hands to the front of her shorts instead, unfastening the button and pushing them over her hips, along with her soaked underpants. She wiggled around a bit and they both dropped to the floor. She stepped out of them just as they broke apart from the kiss and stared at one another, completely naked with each other for the first time.

"Do you have any idea how sexy you are?" he asked, his voice lower and huskier than she ever remembered hearing it.

"You make me believe it," she replied in a similar voice that she had never heard from herself before.

"You need to believe it with or without me telling you, because it's true. It always has been, you just forgot it for awhile. But I'm happy to confirm it for you," he returned and then took her by the hand and brought her to the bed. 

He surprised her by asking her to get on the bed and then laying her back on the pillows and leaning over her.

"What about number 1?" she asked. "You're headed straight for number 3."

"Nope. MY number 1 comes first, and then yours. Will that work for you, Sexy?" he asked, winking at her. She enjoyed the new nickname he'd given her and smiled at him as she answered.

"Oh, most definitely."

He kissed his way down her body, making sure that he paid special attention to her breasts, the nipples especially, one of his favorite things to do, and another thing on his own top 5 list of sexual activities he wanted to share with her. But they would focus on that one another time, he decided, and began heading south. He enjoyed the soft noises she was making as he made this sensual assault on her body. This was going to be fun, he thought, as she giggled when he tongued her belly button before heading even lower. 

How long had it been, he wondered, since he'd been with a woman who clearly enjoyed herself during sex? Most of them were too hung up on other things -- what they looked like...what sounds they were making...were they pleasing their partner - to really let go like she was. Honestly, he'd thought she might suffer from that, too, given her natural bent toward insecurity. He was never so happy to be wrong -- for her...and for himself! He went into this expecting to enjoy himself, but knowing it was going to mostly be for her and about her. How nice that he could throw that idea away. She really was ready for this...and they both were going to benefit from that. This was a woman who was reclaiming her life, her femininity, and her sexuality. He'd happily help her out in the process!

His mouth had reached the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. And her moans became a little louder, a little deeper than the soft, quiet noises she made at first. It completely turned him on to hear her, knowing that his actions were causing it and that she was thoroughly enjoying herself. He was about to step up the game, though. Let's hope she really was as ready as he thought and that this didn't change their friendship.

He reached in with his fingers to gently probe the outer folds of skin that hid her most sensitive spot. She responded by sucking in her breath audibly and breathing hard and fast. Oh, just wait, Honey, he thought. We're not even close yet!

He replaced his fingers with his tongue and reached farther in to find her clit and gently lick it. She moaned and ground herself down on his tongue, desperately trying to get him inside her.

"Soon, sweetie. Just hang on," he told her and then ventured farther with his tongue, licking the entire area before returning to her clit and sucking and gently nibbling on it this time. She had no idea that one man's mouth could bring her this much pleasure. God, it was amazing!

Then he did what he'd promised her just minutes before. He stuck his tongue as far inside her tight, wet pussy as he could and fucked her with it. In and out, in and out, finding a rhythm that threatened to overwhelm her senses with the intensity of the pleasure it created.

He'd had sex with plenty of different women in his life, but he'd never heard such an amazing sound from one as he did when she responded to this kind of lovemaking. She grabbed his head and began riding his skilled tongue, matching his rhythm and moaning in ecstasy. He could feel himself getting harder watching and hearing her enjoy his oral skills.

She'd felt many amazing things in her life, but nothing prepared her for this, she thought. Nothing even held a candle to the feeling of his tongue, his lips, and his teeth on her pussy. Her ex didn't enjoy oral sex, and had always made her feel dirty and cheap for wanting it, for enjoying it. Consequently, she never truly did. But that was before now. Before this. Not only did she enjoy having her privates lapped and sucked and impaled by this man, she was rapidly approaching the point of no return. She was about to cum, and found herself begging him to make that happen. Literally begging.

"Oh, GOD! I'm gonna cum. Please...please...God...don't stop...ever..." she panted, and grabbed his head to hold him in place so she could grind down on his tongue as it swirled around her clit.

Yes, she was thoroughly loving this, he thought. Time to put her over the top. He took 2 of his fingers and licked them before burying them inside her while his tongue continued its assault. When his lips grabbed her clit one more time, he knew she was there. 

"YES!!!!" she screamed. "NOW!" 

This exclamation was followed by the same sound she made when he first touched her with his tongue, as she came hard all over his hands and face. She was sweet and salty and very, very tasty, he thought, as he continued to lick up her wetness while she moaned and panted her way through an intense climax. He could get very used to this, and that thought worried him a bit. This was supposed to be about her, not him. He'd do well to remember that.

As his actions gently slowed, and then finally stopped altogether, she felt her body humming with electricity and energy from such an incredible half hour with him. In just 30 minutes, he'd made her feel things she'd never felt in 20 years of marriage. She felt desirable, sexy, wanted, and so, so good. Amazing, actually. He was responsible for all of that, and it was time to return the favor.

When he'd finished what he set out to do, he joined her up on the pillows and folded her into his arms while both of their breathing returned to normal. Eventually, he felt her stir, watched her raise up on her elbow to look him in the eye.

"Thank you. That was amazing, and so much more than anything I've ever experienced," she told him.

"Thanks aren't necessary. This is what it's like when a man and woman share each other's bodies and enjoy each other fully. It was my pleasure as much as it was yours," he explained.

"Well, I'm certainly glad your number 1 in the top 5 list made you feel as wonderful as it made me feel. I wonder if my number 1 is going to do the same for us?" she teased as she began working her way toward making it happen.

"Oh, I'm pretty sure that's a safe bet," he replied, closing his eyes and enjoying the attention of the sexy woman currently kissing her way down his chest. 

She paid close attention to his nipples as she passed them, taking time to suck and swirl each of them in her mouth before kissing her way lower and lower. As she worked her way down, she allowed her hand to reach down ahead of her lips and gently stroke the rather large member she found waiting for her. She enjoyed his quick intake of breath at her first touch, happy to know that she could bring him some of the same kind of pleasure that he had brought her.

But insecurity threatened to rise in her just then. She remembered that she probably wasn't any good at this, or so her ex had told her, and began to panic a bit. She thought back to trying in vain to help her husband achieve and hold an erection by sucking on his dick -- with no success -- and his eyes as he lied to her and said, "It's OK. You tried, but you just don't know how." 

That scared and frustrated woman wanted to surface just then and put a stop to this before she humiliated herself yet again by failing as a lover, but her partner seemed to sense that, and had a different plan. He reached down and stroked her hair, eventually putting his finger under her chin and forcing her eyes to meet his.

"Don't go where your head just went. I swear to you, this is amazing. YOU are amazing and you're doing incredible things to my body," he said.

"How could you possibly know my thoughts?" she asked, dumbfounded that he had so clearly read her mind.

"Because I know YOU. And I'm here because I want you. I want you to do what you're doing to me. I want you to touch me. I want you to take my dick in your mouth and suck on it. Do you see how hard it is? That's because of you, because of what you're doing to me right now. You are not what your husband said you are. Any problems with sex belonged to him, not you. You are sexy as hell, and right now, you're making me feel amazing. Don't ever let anyone tell you you're not a good lover again. They're lying," he replied.

She would not cry. She told herself that and made herself pull her scrambled emotions back together to make it true. She was determined to live in this moment, not in the past, and more than anything, she wanted the pleasure of the afternoon to continue. Tears would change that. And there was no way she was going to allow that to happen. No way in hell.

He saw the inner fight she waged as it played out on her face and was proud of her as she emerged from it victorious. She beat down the insecurities, and when she had won, she looked him in the eye and smiled.

"Yes," she quietly said to him. "Yes, I see how hard it is. Now let's see if we can do something to help you with that. Tell me how to pleasure you. Tell me what you want. Teach me."

"Gladly," he replied, and returned her smile. 

Normally, he wouldn't have dreamed of talking a woman through a blow job, preferring much more confident and experienced lovers. But oddly, he didn't mind teaching her how to please him. In fact, it turned him on a little bit more than usual knowing how badly she wanted to get him off. She wanted it for him, but she needed it for herself. She needed to know that she was woman enough to please a man. And again, he would gladly help her gain that knowledge. 

She reached down and continued stroking him, as she looked him in the eye, trying to soak in some of his strength and make it her own. He leaned in and gently, sweetly kissed her, knowing she needed the encouragement to keep going. It was a nice change from the overtly sexual kisses they'd already shared. Her lips were so soft and pliable, he thought. It was time to show her how to put them to good use on other parts of his body.

He broke the kiss and stroked her lips with his thumb, driving her crazy with desire.

"Your lips are amazing. They're perfect. I want them on my cock. Start with your tongue. Reach down and lick me while you keep on stroking with your hand. Get to know how I taste," he encouraged.

She did exactly as he directed. Taking herself lower down his body, she licked his hard cock and enjoyed hearing him moan in response to the touch of her tongue on his manhood. She tasted the precum that seeped out of the head of his member and enjoyed the salty goodness of it. In fact, she enjoyed it so much that she swirled her tongue around his head, carefully taking it in her mouth trying to catch more of it.

"Oh, God! You don't need my help or my teaching. You're doing it just fine all by yourself," he replied, loving the feeling that her mouth was creating.

"I'm just doing what I want to do. I need you to tell me what YOU want me to do," she responded.

"That's just it, Babe. This is about BOTH of us, not just me, not just you. When you do what feels right and good to you, it also feels good to me. But I'll gladly tell you what I want you to do right now. Take your lips and put them around my head, and then lower yourself as far as you can. Take in as much of me as you can and then ride it back up, and just keep on doing that," he said.

She did this, and surprised herself by being able to take in more than half of his full length on her first try. She continued to stroke the rest of his shaft that her mouth didn't cover and set a pace moving up and down his member. She noticed that each time she went down, she went a little further than the time before, taking in a bit more of him. She also noticed that his eyes had closed and he began moving his hips up with each of her strokes down. In fact, they had set a nice little rhythm together, and she could feel his cock responding to that by throbbing a bit inside her mouth.




Crossing the Line



"OK," he whispered in a somewhat strangled voice that was definitely affected by what her mouth was doing to him. "Now when you go down, suck a little. Not hard, just like you're sucking up from a straw. Can you do that?"

Rather than answer him with words, she tried her best to do exactly what he'd just asked her to do. Apparently, she was successful, if his response was any indication.

"Oh, GOD! Yes, you can do that. So, so well," he said as he took her head and began moving it more quickly. He was gonna cum, soon he figured if she kept up this incredible rhythm and sucking action. He had to make sure to let her know before it came so she was ready. More than anything, he wanted her to milk him dry, swallow what he was about to spill into her mouth. But he also wanted her to feel good, too.

"OK, Sexy. Now's time to finish us both off. I'm so close, but I want you to cum again, too. Take your left hand and reach down to your pussy. Start rubbing it in the same rhythm that you're using on me. Stick your fingers inside you if you can, and pretend it's my dick," he instructed her.

She did exactly as he asked, and he helped her by sitting up a little bit on the bed and holding some of her body weight since both of her hands were occupied. Besides helping her, he also gave himself the show he wanted. From his more upright position, he could clearly see her play with herself, and it turned him on even more than he already was. In fact, he could feel the familiar tingle in his balls that signaled he was close. 

"I'm so close, Hon. I want you to do one more thing for me, OK? When I say so, bring the head of my cock to front of your mouth and stroke the rest of me with your hand. It's gonna squirt right down your throat, and I want you to keep my head in your mouth while you swallow it if you can. Can you do that, Babe?" he asked, not really expecting an answer, and continuing to thrust himself in and out of her mouth while she sucked him for all she was worth. God, this felt good, he thought.

Oh, God, she thought! He's gonna cum in my mouth and he wants me to swallow it? What if it spills out of my mouth? What if I choke on it? She nearly panicked.

No. NO! She would not do this to herself. She'd done everything he asked so far and she was almost to the point she never thought she could achieve. She was making a man cum using her mouth and her hands. She did this, she'd come this far. She could swallow, too. She would...because he asked her to...and because she wanted to. He made her want things she'd never thought she wanted before him. But she did. So, now she would know what a man's cum tasted like. Besides, she was feeling no pain at the moment. Once she started masturbating like he asked her to, she was completely caught up in the same ecstasy he was. The fantasy needed to keep on playing out to its natural end.

"OK. Now!" he choked out, hoping that she heard him as his semen rose and quickly exited his body. And then he looked down and saw -- and felt -- that she had indeed heard him. She swallowed every single drop, just like he'd asked her to, and continued to suck on his head, milking out even more. More than he thought he'd ever had at one time. 

As much as he enjoyed the feel of her mouth on him, he realized that she was still masturbating and getting closer herself to a second orgasm. He decided that he'd help her along. So he quickly changed their positions, laying her gently on her back and going down on her with his tongue as she continued to finger herself.

"I'm gonna cu-u-u-u-m-m-m-m!!!" she squealed as he took her clit between his lips and sucked her while she grabbed onto his head and fucked his face for all she was worth. He let go of her clit long enough to stick his tongue in her hot, wet pussy and push her over the edge.

When she was done, he lay down next to her on the bed, both of them completely spent, and feeling no pain. It was a few minutes of companionable silence before he finally spoke. 

Propping himself on his elbow so he could look down into her eyes, he said, "Your husband was an idiot. How could he ever run around when he had this waiting at home for him every night?" And then he leaned down to kiss her sweetly, hoping it communicated to her what he was feeling -- amazed, satisfied, and overwhelmed.

She wanted to cry at the simple truth of his words and the wonder of his kiss. But she didn't. Instead, she returned it with a similar depth of feeling -- gratitude, fascination, and desire.

He was right. Coming here today changed things between them. But now he was certain it was for the better. This may have been their first time together, but if he had anything to say about it, it would not be their last.

"There's always the rest of the list to explore," she said, reading his thoughts accurately.

"Yes, there is. Give me an hour or so, and we'll see about number 2," he replied, smiling at her and folding her into his embrace. They both let their eyes close as they recovered from the intensity of the passion between them and dreamed about what would be next.



Crossing The Line...



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Kimberly Hoffman's stomach turned over and over in her advanced economics class as she listened to her professor rattle on about the debt ceiling, fiscal responsibility, and Reaganomics. Kimberly was a smart girl and knew that it was important to take in all of these theories and history, as these were important things to know being a poly-science major with a minor in business who planned on getting her PhD at the same school. But right now Kimberly was underwater in her studies and falling dangerously behind in this class more so than the others, her current grades were a threat to the scholarship she had earned as an undergraduate at the state school she put herself through by taking out student loans. If she didn't get her grades up by the end of the quarter, which she couldn't unless she aced the final (which was unlikely), Kimberly's scholarship would be dropped and she would be forced to go on academic probation and then pay for the rest of her graduate degree out of pocket. None of it appealed to Kimberly who tried desperately to reason with her professor: Dr. Garret Tanner, a handsome man in his mid-forties and widower who would only offer Kimberly a couple of extra-credit assignments that would in no way improve her odds of being able to pass the class and thus maintain her GPA. And so there she sat, trying to figure out what else she could do when one extraordinarily offensive idea kept creeping its way back into Kimberly's mind: quid pro quo. Kimberly was not the kind of woman who would go to bed for a grade, but perhaps she would not have to cross that line, she thought, wondering if her oral skills might suffice in this situation.

Kimberly had always been described as "hauntingly beautiful", a 24 year-old woman with long, red locks and porcelain white skin and crystal blue eyes. She was classically beautiful and could have been a model, as she had been told by her ex-boyfriends, who all cherished and worshiped her nudity. Her breasts especially were always a distraction to men, Kimberly always having a difficult time hiding her double-D bust line when trying to dress professionally. Her breasts served her well when she wanted them to, and if she was truly going to go through with this, she wanted all the help she could get. But she hadn't actually made up her mind when she dressed, nor had she still committed to the notion, it being more of a pesky idea that kept bothering her every time she hit a mental roadblock. Still, when did dress, she had decided to wear her favorite low-cut top that displayed her impressive cleavage just in case she had to rely on this distracting last resort she kept fantasizing about. Her feminine wiles was Kimberly's last card to play before giving up her dignity to a man she might one day call a colleague. And once she crossed that line, there would be no coming back from it. Her professor would never recommend her for advanced placement options or jobs after writing her off as just another disposable pleasure and nameless fuck, an unspoken sexual perk of tenure.

As this internal war raged in Kimberly's head, class ended and she found herself waiting for the last students interested in speaking to her professor to leave them alone, hoping desperately that she might make up her mind before he called on her. When Dr. Tanner's eyes finally did meet hers, he smiled and made her melt. She always thought he secretly desired her, someone having once told her that his late wife was a redhead also. Kimberly knew men who tended to like redheaded women had a particularly refined taste that only gingers appealed to, and hoped she would be no exception in trying to play to her professor's secret desire.

"Ah, Ms. Hoffman, what can I do for you?" Tanner said, organizing a pile of papers in need of grading on his desk and slipping them inside his briefcase while trying to keep his eyes off his young student's exposed neckline.

"Well, I was just wondering if I could talk to you about my grade again," Kimberly began nervously, wondering if she would actually go through with her backwards idea or just walk away like she knew she should, some of her darker and weaker desires currently getting the best of her.

"I'm afraid there's nothing left I can do, Ms. Hoffman. As long as you ace the final, which I'm confident you will if you study hard... you will be fine."

"I'm afraid I just am not that confident, Dr. Tanner, as I have many other finals that will eat up necessary time I will need to study for this final in order to pass it. But I know you can't do anything else for me officially, so... and forgive me for being so forward, I know you could get in trouble at the mere insinuation, but... isn't there anything un-official we could work out?"

And there it was, Kimberly thought as her heart dropped into her stomach.

Her professor just stared at her as if in amazement, stopping what he was doing and staring at her with those piercing slate-grey eyes, Kimberly never before having noticed how they had appeared blue under the lecture hall lights during this entire course. This was it, she thought. Kimberly thought that she was going to be reported then and kicked off her scholarship (and worse yet, embarrassed and shunned from her school and respective course of study). She immediately regretted her decision and wished desperately that she could have taken it back. It was too late.

"I'm afraid I'm not entirely certain I know what you mean..." Tanner started, suspiciously, his eyes locked on Kimberly, he becoming increasingly more suspect of her and the situation growing around him.

Kimberly sighed, knowing she was now going to have to spell it out.

"I don't know. I mean, could I like... go down on you or something?" she stated as sultry and innocently as she could muster, feigning the nubile schoolgirl in need of a spanking from her dominating, older teacher. In this case... her professor.

Tanner swiveled his head around to the door to make sure that nobody had been eavesdropping on them, Kimberly immediately feeling ashamed of herself, left standing before her professor to be considered sexually like some prostitute or simple whore trying to sleep her way to the top. All her dignity she had worked so hard for slipped off her like a cheap black dress. Finally, Tanner turned back to Kimberly. He wore a look of amazement and anger on his face that Kimberly knew meant nothing good for her future academically or professionally. So she just hung her head low and waited for the punishment, praying that it would come swiftly and without pain.

"I'm sorry, Professor, I..." she began.

"Ms. Hoffman, do you realize because of what you just said, I have to immediately notify the board of directors along with my immediate supervisor, and possibly consider contacting an attorney. What you said could result in my losing my job, to say nothing of what would happen to you and your future at this school. I expected better from you, Kimberly."

"I understand, Professor. I'm sorry, I guess I was just desperate," she admitted, never before having felt so disgusted or ashamed with herself.

Tanner looked at Kimberly and sighed, frustrated. 

He felt his loins stirring for the redheaded sex goddess before him, he thinking that the only reason a woman like her was made had less to do with economics and more to do with the simpler pleasures in life. He thought her ex-boyfriends to be lucky at the chance to experience a roll in the hay with such an exquisite beauty, though he doubted seriously if they pleasured her the way he would, or appreciated her beauty the way he might if given the chance. But he couldn't take that chance, and still, he was not picking up his phone or sending the poor young lady who had just committed academic suicide to the firing squads. He just didn't have it in him, nor could he fail her also. Then, as if things had not taken a turn for the worse enough, Kimberly started to cry right in front of him, quickly trying to turn away and make a run for the door. Tanner ran after his student and grabbed her by the wrist, keeping her from bursting through the doors (him knowing that a student running crying from his lecture hall would be trouble for him later if witnessed). But when she did stop, he didn't know what he wanted to do to her, especially now that he was physically touching her and close enough to inhale her intoxicating scent.

Their eyes met awkwardly.

Kimberly felt like he could crush her like a bug right there and quivered.

"Ms. Hoffman, please... I won't... I won't report you, okay?" he began.

"Thank you!" she let out, still wiping away the tears as they fell.

And then she threw her arms around him and clung to him, hoping to literally melt in his apology, shocked immediately to feel his excitement press between her legs and against her own excitement. It sent a wave of electricity surging through her privates, which she tried to ignore, hoping her professor too might ignore how they had just come together because of her own rudeness. After all, she had put the idea into his head; it would only be natural that it had excited him. Still, she took it as a compliment that just the mere mention of receiving a proper blowjob from her caused him to get hard. But Kimberly shook the thought and pulled Tanner tighter as he just consoled her and ran his powerful hands through her strawberry locks. Kimberly wanted him to tell her that everything was going to be okay, and he did, over and over, coddling her like a small child. God, how much more could she embarrass herself, Kimberly thought, as she pulled away from Tanner and looked back into his eyes, looking for redemption? 

"Your make-up is running," Tanner said, never before having been so close to Kimberly that he could smell her, see the gooseflesh on her cleavage. He reached up and rubbed her ruined mascara and dried tears off her cheeks with his thumbs. Kimberly just smiled and lost herself in her professor's gaze as he cleaned her face. She felt whole again, clean even. His eyes fell again to her cleavage, but she didn't mind. He finally looked back up at her and smiled; embarrassed that he had let her see him take her in like that.

"I don't want you to take this as rejection, though, Ms. Hoffman..."

"Kimberly!" she corrected anxiously.

"May I be frank with you, Ms. Hoff -- Kimberly, I mean?" Tanner asked.

"Please!"

"You're an incredibly beautiful woman, and I wish I could let you go through with this. I very much would love to receive a blowjob from such a stunningly beautiful woman as you. I'm sure I will be thinking about it for the rest of the quarter now, and every time I see you in class too..."

"Thank you..." Kimberly added, embarrassed, watching Tanner's eyes fall to her neckline again, suddenly wishing she could give herself to him in some way that wouldn't get them both in trouble. She wanted to be had, and by him and him only. Whatever he would ask of her now, she truly would follow through with, because now she knew that deep down, he was truly a sweet guy and not the type of person who would willingly take advantage of someone like herself. Still, he stared at her cleavage, his erection pressing into her privates, she pressing a little harder against it.

And then Dr. Tanner planted his lips on Kimberly and took the breath right out of her, her stomach filled with butterflies and her privates flooding with excitement she had not felt toward a man in a long, long time. The kiss was too forbidden, so Kimberly melted into it and let the moment take her with it as she parted her lips and invited her professor's tongue inside her own mouth. When she felt it slip inside, she used her own tongue to massage it gently, an old trick she read about in this magazine or that one. He even pulled her closer against his excitement, causing them both to moan out into each other's mouth. When the kiss finally ended and Kimberly came back down to Earth, she was left standing before him a mere mortal and he a God. His wish was her command at that point, though he would never know it. But she desperately wanted him to. He just smiled down at her and brushed a strand of hair from her brow, holding her body tightly against his own, the two conjoined at the hip. Neither Kimberly nor the Professor cared that at any moment somebody could walk in and ruin all the fun, causing both of them to get kicked out together. There would have been something so forbidden about that, Kimberly thought, as she stared back into her professor's powerful gaze.

"Let that be our little secret, okay?" Tanner said.

"Okay..." Kimberly managed, seeing her professor's eyes fall again.

"Do you want to see them?" Kimberly asked, nervously.

"I..." Tanner began, lost in the seductress' heavy cleavage. "Now is not the time I'm afraid. Anybody could just..."

"Of course..." Kimberly said, quickly pulling away, leaving the professor's obvious erection without a home and pushing a tent beneath his slacks. Kimberly had to admire how big it seemed, and loved that it was for her.

"But, if you'd like to meet me in my office in say... twenty minutes? I would be more than interested in seeing what it is you want to show me," Tanner said nervously, embarrassed that he had to turn around and re-adjust his cock beneath his belt while his redheaded vixen got to just watch on, smiling. He hoped he had the good sense to run back to the office and masturbate furiously, but no amount of porn would be able to satisfy what Kimberly was promising him. When he was finished, he turned to face her.

"I'll be there," she said, turning swiftly and walking out of the room, leaving a breathless professor aroused and terribly nervous behind her.

Kimberly ran immediately to the bathroom to re-touch up her ruined make-up and inspected her cleavage, knowing that it was about to go on full-display for her professor to do, well... whatever he wanted with it. Her panties were soaked through also, but there was nothing to be done about it now. Instead, she had to simply wait an excruciating fifteen minutes before heading toward Dr. Tanner's private office in the basement where, thankfully, nobody was left at this hour. It was a late class and by now all the teachers had long since left, the students already back in their dorms drinking and ignoring homework. When she finally turned the corner and saw Dr. Tanner's light on in a dark hall of locked offices, she swallowed nervously. This was it, she thought. Kimberly pressed on and stood on the other side of her professor's door. She took a deep breath and knocked.

"Come in..." she heard him say.

It was a small office, but with just enough room for the two of them.

Tanner sat in his office chair casually, as if their last interaction had not transpired, his erection obviously bulging beneath his belt at this point.

"So, Ms. Hoffman... you wanted to show me something?" he asked casually.

"Yes, Professor," Kimberly began, pulling back the straps of her tank top and bra and then pulling them both down off her large, milky white breasts with puffy pink areolas and rock hard nipples. Tanner's eyes went wide. "I wanted to show you my breasts, professor," she then added. "As a token of my appreciation for handling our sensitive situation with such grace."

"Kimberly, those are... exquisite," Tanner stated. "But I'm having trouble admiring them in the detail I would like all the way over there," he added.

Kimberly smiled and walked around Tanner's desk and stood before him, he standing up and staring right at her exposed breasts, left breathless.

"You can touch them if you want. I won't expect anything in return, just... if you want to is all... as a thank you for being so sweet to me..."

Tanner's stiff fingers reached out and brushed over Kimberly's areolas and ran over her erect nipples, the sensation causing Kimberly to groan right there. Finally, her professor began to grab her breasts, squeezing them as if testing them for ripeness, and then massaging and kneading them firmly. Kimberly just closed her eyes, both of her magnificent breasts now in her professor's hands. Then, suddenly, she felt his tongue flick over one of her nipples. She opened her eyes in enough time to see her own professor nursing on her breast like an infant. The sight aroused her as she took his head into her hands and continued to let him suckle at her breast.

"Oh, professor... that feels amazing," Kimberly began as he switched to her ignored breast, leaving the other lathered in a layer of sticky saliva. 

"You know, Ms. Hoffman, there's one thing I've always wondered," Tanner said, turning up to meet eyes with her. "Is if you're a natural redhead or not," he finished, eyes falling down and between her legs. Kimberly blushed at the mere mention of her privates, but smiled anyway knowing full well that she was going to show her professor any part of her body she needed.

"You're more than welcome to inspect," Kimberly added, Tanner now turning down and helping her out of her top and bra. When they were off, and she was left completely topless before him, Tanner started to fumble with her belt. When he finally got it off, he unbuckled and unzipped her fly. Then, he looked back up at her for confirmation, which she gave with a simple nod. Then, in one fell swoop, Kimberly felt the professor yank her pants off her hips, leaving her standing only in her black panties. He helped her step out of them and tossed them aside with her other clothes. Then, her horny professor hooked his fingers into the bands of her underwear and pulled them off, revealing a small, neatly trimmed patch of fiery red hair left guarding her little nub. Kimberly had to help herself out of her panties, as her professor was left staring at her vagina untamed. She was nervous about her smell and sight, but judging by the hypnotized look in Dr. Tanner's eyes, she had nothing to feel embarrassed about anymore.

"Ms. Hoffman, you are a natural redhead indeed," Tanner stated.

"I'm afraid so," she added.

"I think you look very distinguished with this bit of hair here," Tanner said, Kimberly melting at the sensation of her professor's hands running through her pubic hair and just over her mound. She was completely naked before him now and without inhibitions or regrets. And Tanner was fine with that, hoisting his beautiful student up onto the desk and spreading her legs gently, revealing her full vulva to him, shaved bare smooth other for her neatly kept patch. Now, Kimberly blushed, since it was revealed how wet she was, her inner thighs coated in her own nectar.

"Ms. Hoffman, you're incredibly wet..."

"You make me incredibly wet, professor..."

Kimberly reached down and began to rub her aching clit in gentle, simple circles, no longer caring that she was masturbating for an audience now. Her clit needed some attention, and she was going to have an orgasm in this office whether it was given to her, or she delivered it herself. Tanner just watched on, hypnotized, Kimberly occasionally spreading her lips and revealing the true beauty of her flower to him. Finally, Tanner inched between his student's legs and inhaled her most intimate scent like a rose.

"Kimberly, you have the most amazing scent of any woman I've known."

"I taste amazing too..."

That was all he needed.

The professor dove in and began lapping at Kimberly who started to moan out in ecstasy, her professor's tongue dragging over her most sensitive corners and pushing inside her most intimate body part. Her taste was forbidden and sweet, like tart or citrus. Her smell was musky and intoxicating, and no part of her pussy was left un-touched by her professor's tongue. Whether it be the insides of her labia, her clit or swollen lips, or even inside her vagina... his tongue went there. Her own orgasm built like a raging inferno against her clitoris, a deep pressure building up on top of it in need of immediate release. Kimberly quickly wrapped her legs around her professor and started moaning out, rubbing herself like a crazed maniac in front of her teacher. Occasionally, Tanner reached up and fondled her large breasts while plunging his fingers deep inside of her, his fingers completely coated in her excitement when he came back out of her.




Crossing The Line...



"Ms. Hoffman, if you would like... I can still take you up on your offer..."

"That would be... greatly... oh, God! Appreciated! " Kimberly groaned as she continued to flood like a waterfall all over her professor's face while he continued to eat her like a fine desert at a nice restaurant. Nothing was off-limits for him now, nor did she want anything to be left ignored on her privates. Kimberly grabbed Tanner's hair and pulled him deeper inside of her, her own orgasm now taunting her vagina and the rest of her body. She hoped she could cum, because otherwise it would hurt to be left like this.

"But to put it to you rather bluntly, Ms. Hoffman, fellatio wouldn't be nearly satisfying enough from a student as exquisite and talented as you, and I do hate to waste a great view also," Dr. Tanner said in between licks.

"To be quite blunt, if I am going to risk my tenor I'm afraid I would have to fuck you, Kimberly, plain and simple. And if you let me fuck you... and I mean really fuck you... then I will promise to give you an A in my class."

"Then fuck me, Professor Tanner. I know you've jerked off thinking about this whole situation. What do we do next, huh? Tell me..." she asked.

"You cum in my mouth," he stated firmly, sending Kimberly spiraling out of control as she started panting and screaming, his fingers plunging in and out of her while she rubbed the very nub he began to lick up and down.

"Professor... I'm cumming... I'm cumming!"

"It's okay, Kimberly. Let go... cum for me, my little student whore," he said, causing Kimberly's orgasm to explode out of her urethra and a flood of nectar and her own juices to rush out of her like a waterfall and spill out into her professor's wanting mouth. She heard him drink her up, like it was nothing, swallowing entire mouthfuls of her orgasm. But most unexpected, was when he climbed on top of her, propped her mouth open for a kiss with his hands, and then released a flood of that very same orgasm back into her mouth. Their lips locked Kimberly's eyes wide, her own cum spilling out the corners of their shared kiss and trailing down her chin and spilling onto her breasts. The taste of the liquid swirling around in her mouth was salty, but bittersweet like a tropical fruit. God, it was her own cum, she thought, as she felt mini-aftershocks to explode out of her pussy all over her professor's desk. Finally, Kimberly closed her eyes and understood what had just happened. She was meant to swallow her own self, and so she did, the taste of it and knowledge that it was her own orgasm sliding down into her tummy slightly arousing her and causing another burst to shoot out of her and mark her professor's desk and carpet. Their kiss finally melted into what it was meant to be, the smell of her pussy biting into both of their nostrils and driving them even wilder. Finally... it ended.

Tanner pulled away from Kimberly first and looked back at her, the most nervous look on a woman's face that he had ever seen. She quivered again and saw a small burst of liquid spill out of her privates all over his desk, which was currently soaked in Kimberly's cum. A waterfall of that same liquid had made its way down to the carpet and ended in a small wet stain.

"Was that the first time you squirted to orgasm?" Tanner asked.

"Uh-huh," Kimberly nodded.

"What did you think of your own cum?" he asked.

"It was... I'm not sure... wow... it really turned me on!" Kimberly admitted.

"Kimberly, when was the last time you went to bed with a man?"

"Over a year ago," she hesitated to admit.

"Why so long?"

"I guess I've been busy with my studies, Professor," she tried to reason.

"Did you not enjoy the experience?"

"I did, I just... think I rushed into the experience was all."

"Well before I fuck you, and I am going to... I think I'd like you to give me that proper blowjob you offered earlier..."

"Whatever you want, professor," Kimberly admitted.

"Do you like sucking cock, Ms. Hoffman?" Tanner asked, standing up and fumbling with his belt and slipping out of his slacks, revealing his raging erection attempting to burst out of his boxers beneath, a small wet spot formed right where his tip was constricted. Finally, he released his monster and showed Kimberly his raging erection. She thought it was the most beautiful penis she had ever seen, wanting immediately to reach out and pet it, which she did. She wanted to just nuzzle up to his cock and make love to it all night, cuddle with it, and then maybe even fuck it. Finally, she hopped off the desk and fell to her knees in front of her professor and wrapped her tongue around the head of his penis. She looked up at him, knowing how much men loved eye contact during fellatio, and then preceded to take him in and out of her throat past the gag-reflex she didn't have. Tanner groaned in response to the sight of his beautiful student's face pressed all the way against his lower abdomen, his entire length lodged inside her mouth and throat. Still, she looked up at him and even flashed him an erotic little smile. When he finally pulled out of her mouth again, a spider-web of saliva and warm pre-cum came with it, leaving his cock attached to her mouth by a trail of liquid in case his cock might lose its way on its return journey to the back of her wet, warm throat. It was the sluttiest thing he had ever seen, the little whore now peppering his shaft with sweet kisses and nudging up next to it and rubbing it all over her cheeks and lips, spreading his pre-cum over her soft, delicate skin. It was right then that Dr. Tanner knew he had to deliver his semen to her the same way he had with his late wife... all over her face.

"Yes, professor..." Kimberly finally answered honestly.

"Yes, professor, what?"

"Yes, I love sucking cock. Especially yours," the redheaded vixen admitted, slipping her professor's erect penis back into her mouth and disappearing it into the back of her throat, its impressive girth literally filling her throat.

"Kimberly, you look quite distinguished with a cock in your mouth..."

Her response was muffled over his cock, which he buried in her mouth.

"Have you ever had cum... on your face?" he asked her.

The response was an obvious no. Kimberly continued taking her professor into the back of her throat, her pussy flooding with excitement again at the forbidden thought of having semen on her face. She knew what it meant. She had heard about facials from her ex-boyfriend who desperately wanted to give her one, though she had never allowed it for fear of letting herself be degraded. But she had always secretly desired to let a guy cum on her face. Kimberly was a cum-slut, and spent many occasions on her knees naked and leaning back, breasts on full display for her ex-boyfriend to masturbate over just before ejaculating all over them. That sight always got her off while she masturbated, her ex grabbing his aching penis for her while he hungrily drank her in and brought himself to the brink. It was a sight Kimberly mutually enjoyed rubbing herself to, the look of overwhelming ecstasy surging through her boyfriend so much so that he almost looked in pain right before he erupted. The sight of her ex-boyfriend's cock spurting out thick helpings of his hot white cum always drove her Kimberly wild, but the real exciting part for her was when that cum landed on her breasts. She loved the way it felt, trickling down over her nipples and running down her naval into her pubic hair, leaving a slimy trail behind it like a snail, marking her whole body on its way down. 

Kimberly loved the way her ex decorated her beautiful breasts so much so that she many times rubbed the creamy sperm into her skin and let it dry all night, not washing it off sometimes until the next morning or even later. The closest thing Kimberly ever did come to receiving a facial were the few times she let her ex paint a pearl necklace across her neck with semen.

Why hadn't she just let him blast her in the face, she wondered?

"Why not?" Tanner asked.

"Guess I wanted to make sure it was with someone I liked enough..." Kimberly said, coming up for air, her complete devotion to the art of deep-throating a major turn on for Tanner, Kimberly was nearly certain.

"It can be rather messy, get in your hair, your eyelashes, on your ears, but it's such a satisfying ending to see a beautiful redhead covered in sperm."

"If you want to cum on my face... you can," she said, releasing the pulsating cock from her throat again, trying to rap her head around the notion of being ejaculated on by it on her face of all places. It made her quiver again.

"When your ex-boyfriends came... did they ever cum on you?"

"On my breasts a lot, or my stomach... or in my mouth... a couple times even all over my neck," Kimberly recited each cum shot from memory, now rubbing her soaking privates furiously at the thought of receiving her first facial at the hands of her professor who was about to fuck her because she wanted a better grade in return. What a proper little whore she had turned into, Kimberly thought, as she continued to fellate her professor for an A+.

"You're quite the cum-slut, aren't you, Ms. Hoffman?" Dr. Tanner asked.

Then, suddenly, Dr. Tanner placed both of his hands on the back of her head and began to ram his hard cock in and out of her throat with a new-found passion. Kimberly fumbled with her hands, but suddenly realized that she was no longer in control of her own blowjob and had best keep her hands by her side while Dr. Tanner continued to fuck her mouth. It was an experience she had never had before, letting her mouth get fucked with the same vigor and tenacity that her exes saved when they were fucking her traditionally. It was hard for her to maintain breathing just through her nose, but even as she did, her eyes still watered up and caused her mascara to run down her cheeks. The crude, throaty sounds caused by this extreme act weren't the most pleasant for Kimberly to hear her body make, but when she heard her professor starting to moan and groan, calling her an assortment of dirty names like "cum-slut" and "whore", she knew that he was getting closer and closer to delivering that particularly warm facial.

Finally, Tanner released Kimberly who started to cough, her mouth still connected to Tanner's cock by an illicit web of bodily fluids. Then, her professor started to grab his erect penis, which was pointed right at her face and began stroking it like both of their impending orgasms depended on it. Kimberly sat there, waiting anxiously as her heart beat rapidly in her chest and her own excitement flowed freely between her legs. She began rubbing herself faster and faster, the sight of her professor's throbbing head and dripping urethra a captivating sight to her sexually. She started plunging her fingers up into her cunt and teased her own orgasm that much closer to fruition. It was going to be massive, and so was Tanner's.

"Oh, my God, Kimberly, I can't wait to cum on that beautiful redheaded face of yours," he admitted feverishly.

"I can't wait to feel your cum on my face..." Kimberly admitted.

And that's when she felt the first blast of warmth across her forehead, suddenly shocked and aroused all at once that her professor had just ejaculated onto her face. Instinctively, Kimberly closed her eyes as a second explosion of warm semen splattered right into the corner of her eye, sealing the entire thing shut as the excess cream ran down the bridge of her nose like a warm river cascading toward her lips. It felt like a warm lotion getting sprayed across her skin, she thought, as if somebody were standing over her with a bottle. Another burst of her professor's seed shot out onto her nose itself, spilling down beneath her nostrils and dangling over her salivating lips, the potent smell and taste of semen now biting into her senses. The professor's semen came out in thick bursts, its consistency much thicker than her exes combined, her face quickly getting coated in hot white sperm as thick and goopy as vanilla yogurt. More bursts splattered up over her lips and began to run down her chin, hanging off her face in thickly formed icicles. Still, somehow, her professor was able to continue and spray her hair with his semen and the side of her ear before finishing up with a final groan, the last remaining drops ending up on her breasts. Finally, Kimberly opened her eye again and looked up at him. What a frightful sight she must be, she thought, the look on her professor's face one of complete shock. She didn't want to move an inch, for fear of disrupting the masterpiece that had been painted over the canvas of her face. And it was all too much for, especially the smell. Her first facial caused her orgasm to erupt against her clit again, causing a deep pressure to explode within her and send a waterfall of cum flooding out of her pussy.

"How do you feel?"

"Fine..." she admitted.

"Fine? Ms. Hoffman, you do not like fine... 

"I guess I'm just not really use to having cum on my face," she admitted.

"You look absolutely breathtaking, Ms. Hoffman. Such an exquisite beauty all coated and marked like a freshly glazed donut. Do you like it?"

"I mean... a little, but..." Kimberly admitted, not entirely sure having her current complexion compared to a glazed donut, though the imagery of warm vanilla glaze coating an assembly line of donuts did conjure up some pretty powerful imagery for her appetite. She wondered how much she really did resemble one of those things right now, wishing she could see.

"But?" Tanner asked.

"Well... I guess... it just feels a little... degrading..." Kimberly admitted.

"Oh, Ms. Hoffman. I've no use to degrade you. I simply want to mark you as my territory and compliment your refined beauty by sharing my orgasm with you on the part of you I find the most attractive... your beautiful face."

"Yeah..."

"Yeah. Do you mind if I take a picture of you like this?"

Kimberly hesitated a moment, realizing then that she had never allowed anyone to photograph her nude, let alone with cum on her face. She wondered how deeply pornographic these pictures might turn out to be, but the thought only made her dying orgasm burn that much hotter inside.

"No... go ahead..."

Dr. Tanner reached into his pants and removed his cell phone, immediately opening up the camera application on it and pointing it his little prize all covered in his warm seed. Kimberly felt her body flood with unexpected excitement at the sound of the first photo being taken of her, the feeling of her professor's warm sperm cascading down over her face like a warm glaze whitewashing her skin sending more aftershocks rippling through her vagina. She looked up and saw Tanner snapping photograph after photograph of his heavy cum shot that he left all over her face. Kimberly just smiled and let it happen, channeling her inner sex goddess and porn star, relishing the feeling of her professor all over her and indulging in her most carnal nature. When Dr. Tanner seemed he was finished, he set the camera phone down and turned back to his freshly-marked student, left kneeling before him. He smiled down at her, incredulous at how much Kimberly's beauty had been accentuated by his pearly white sperm.

"Ms. Hoffman, I'd like to take you back to my place and fuck you properly so I can give you that A in my class," Tanner said matter-of-factly.

"What grade do you think I've earned so far?" Kimberly asked.

"You letting me cum on your face bumped you up to a B- I think..."

"Oh, that's not good enough. I want to earn that A," she teased.

Tanner slipped Kimberly's panties back up her silky smooth legs and over her wet pussy, the material now safely covering her naked backside. Next he helped his student back into her bra, which he fastened around her magnificent breasts, kissing the top of each one after sealing them inside the constricting undergarment. Kimberly shuddered at the sensation. She reveled in the feeling of having her professor re-dress her, minus her shirt. Instead, he grabbed her hooded-sweatshirt off the floor and zipped it up over her chest. He then handed his young student her crumpled shirt.

"I didn't want to mess up that beautiful facial. Would you mind wearing it back to my place?" he asked her.

"I'd love to..."

Kimberly stepped out into the hallway, her face a mess of ruined make-up and her professor's seed, following him by his side out to his car as she felt thick strands of him stretching off her face and falling down onto her sweatshirt. When she finally did get into the car, she inspected the damage in the mirror, shocked by the mess staring back at her in the mirror.

"We're going to have to clean you up, Kimberly."

When they finally arrived at Dr. Tanner's home, he walked Kimberly straight down the hall and into the master bathroom, a luxurious carpeted foray with a large jacuzzi tub big enough for two. He instantly drew a hot bath and lit a few candles sitting on the counter top that Kimberly had imagined had not been lit in quite some time. Tanner returned to his prize and unzipped Kimberly's sweatshirt and tossed it aside, moving then down to her pants, which he easily removed. Next, he planted a kiss on top of each breast before releasing them from the confines of her bra, Kimberly's most feminine attributes once again exposed to her professor. When he bent down to remove Kimberly's panties, he helped her step out of them and then stood back up. He helped her step into the filling bath and sat beside her on the edge of the bath. He then grabbed the portable, massaging showerhead and turned it on, still allowing the tub to fill at the same time. Tanner turned back to Kimberly and smiled, most of the cum on her face was now liquefied or starting to dry, her face an absolute mess.

"Why don't we wash that beautiful face of yours off, Kimberly?"

Tanner adjusted a setting on the showerhead so that the water would trickle out and then turned it over his young student's semen-covered face. Kimberly felt the warm water cascade over her face, slowly washing all the ruined make-up and sperm from it. She felt her professor's powerful hands rubbing her forehead and cheeks clean, then moving on to her lips and chin. Then, Kimberly heard the sound of a shampoo bottle opening and felt a cool liquid get squeezed onto her scalp a moment later. Tanner then handed Kimberly the showerhead and took over massaging all of the shampoo into her scalp while Kimberly was helpless to do anything for herself. She simply let her professor wash her hair while she held the shower over her naked breasts and let the warm bathwater envelop her nude body, washing away all the sweat and sin from her oral sex session.

"Make sure you wash your vagina, Kimberly," he said, gently pushing the showerhead down between her legs, the sensation of the powerful massaging jets against her aching, wet clit enough to send her back into a sexual craze.

"Yes, professor," she said, Kimberly suddenly aware that he was handing her a soapy sponge to do just that with. Kimberly then took the sponge between her legs and began to drag it all over her vulva. Tanner's powerful hands moved down to Kimberly's neck, him then asking her to turn around and lean up against the edge so that he could give her a proper massage. It was the most erotic thing Kimberly had ever experience, letting her professor massage her neck and back while she cleaned her privates in front of him. Kimberly began to moan and groan against the sensation of her own fingers and the soapy sponge against her clit. The professor's hands moved back up to her scalp and continued massaging the shampoo into her soapy red locks. His hands fell down her shoulders and over her large breasts, kneading them and massaging them with suds and warmth.




Crossing The Line...



"So, Kimberly, when I fuck you, I don't want you to have to worry about doing any of the work. I just want you to relax and worry about your own orgasms," Tanner explained matter-of-factly as Kimberly continued to massage her clit with the showerhead beneath the water's surface, its powerful jets pulsating against her sensitive little nub and swollen lips.

"Whatever you say, professor..."

Tanner then took Kimberly from the tub and helped her stand up, taking the showerhead from between Kimberly's legs and using it to rinse her naked body off. Once he made her clean again, Tanner toweled the wet vixen off and then led her down the hallway toward his bedroom, completely naked and still wet. He laid her onto her back on the bed and crawled on top of her, Kimberly and her professor's eyes meeting and Kimberly desperately wanting to feel him inside her. Then, she felt him position himself at her entrance and push inside of her. She cried out, Kimberly shocked at how big he felt, some of her walls stretching out around his cock as it pushed deeper and deeper into her soaking pussy. Kimberly reached around and grabbed her professor's tight butt with both hands, one on each cheek, and pulled him deeper inside her womb. This was it, she was officially whoring herself out to her professor and she loved every second of it. There was no music or ambient noise of any kind, either, to drown out the physical sounds of their lovemaking. The sound of Kimberly's vagina being pummeled by her professor, skin slapping skin, filled the room. Every thrust caused a deeper pressure to build between her legs deep inside her, the sensation of her professor's penis dragging in and out of her pussy driving her absolutely wild. Suddenly, Kimberly felt him stop and yelped when her professor walked around the bed and grabbed her from around the waist upside down. He lifted her up into the air with considerable ease, Kimberly swaying just above Tanner's carpet, and then felt herself get pinned to a wall upside down. And that's when she felt the professor spread her legs and start eating her again, penetrating her and licking her. Kimberly just reached out and grabbed the aching cock lathered in her nectar from right in front of her and started to suck it.

Professor Tanner continued to eat his student's privates as she struggled to perform fellatio upside down, his cock ramming into her throat and causing saliva and pre-cum to spill out of her mouth and run backward up her face. She tried to control the blowjob, but her professor was relentless, and quickly Kimberly realized how meaningless her hands were. Still, it was hard to concentrate with her vulva receiving all the attention it was.

"Kimberly... 

Tanner flipped her over with his powerful hands then, his erection and a mouthful of saliva and his pre-cum torn from her mouth. He then tossed his student back onto the bed on her stomach, her naked backside exposed to him. Tanner dragged his fingers tips down the small of his student's lower back and up onto her beautiful cheeks, sliding back down her upper thighs. She had the rear of a Greek goddess he thought, her backside as tight as a statue. Tanner had to worship it with his mouth, dragging his tongue out over the gooseflesh on her cheeks and planting gentle kisses all over. Kimberly whimpered at the sensation, and shuddered uncontrollably when she felt her professor's tongue flick over her back entrance. She turned back to him nervously, wondering what he meant to do to her. It was then that she realized he had caught her, her face an absolute mess. It was covered in a thick river of pre-cum and her own spit, which up until a moment ago was running up her face, it now sliding back down it. Her make-up was also surely ruined, but the biggest turn on of all was the sight of her professor's mouth and chin coated in what she recognized as her own excitement. It was so carnal. She needed to get fucked... very hard.

"Have you ever had someone fuck you in your ass properly?"

"Never..." Kimberly responded, thinking that wasn't what she meant.

Tanner reached over into his top drawer and removed a bottle of lube that he opened, the cool gelatinous liquid squeezing out onto Kimberly's rear causing her to shiver. Kimberly braced herself for her professor. When she felt his head press at her entrance, her muscles constricted, but it was no defense against her professor's invading organ, which pushed gracefully into her back entrance. Kimberly groaned out, never before having experienced anything press into her rectum before. Then, with one final push, her professor's fully erect cock disappeared into her ass causing Kimberly to instantly lose her anal cherry. She cried out, aghast at how extraordinary the forbidden invasion made her building orgasm feel deep inside of her, the building pressure now pressing against her most sensitive corner from within. She screamed out when her professor pulled out just a little and then began to give her a "proper fuck" as he had described it. In and out... in and out... it was a building rhythm she had to control her body to conform to as she rubbed herself like a maniac wanting to desperately to explode. Tanner reached out and ran his hands through his young student's hair and then pressed her face down onto the bed, using his other hand to prop her rear-end up so he could mount her. Then, like a wild animal powerless to escape a suited partner in heat during mating season, Kimberly got fucked in her ass while she screamed and moaned out. 

"Oh, professor... fuck me in the ass... oh yeah..." she kept saying.

"You're a bigger slut than I thought, Ms. Hoffman. Your first anal and facial all in one night!" he replied, deep inside of her, his hands groping at her breasts and massaging them like dough, his fingers pulling at her nipples.

"Oh, professor... I'm cumming!" Kimberly said, throwing her arm back around her teacher while he continued to penetrate her anally.

Then, all at once, the pressure exploded against Kimberly's g-spot and her all of the pleasure tickling her sensitive corners rocketed through her pussy, causing an eruption between her legs like nothing she had ever experienced before. Kimberly's anus clamped down on the cock deep in her ass, which only caused the liquid she felt squirting out of her to gush with that much more intensity, the rushing liquid through her vagina the most intense release of cum Kimberly had ever felt leaving her body at once. Tanner felt his affair spray him from behind as his desperate student's angelic, nude body was plagued by her most intense orgasm ever. When he did manage to pull out of her, her ass left a gaping hole, he let her collapse onto the bed. He crawled over, semen already slowly spilling from his cock as he tried to hold back in long enough time to dump his final load all over the young redhead's face. He cried out in just enough time to feel a long jet of release whitewash Kimberly's already ruined cheek. A second, unexpected jet caught her right in the eye, a thick pool of sperm collecting beautifully against the bridge of her nose before spilling back down into her eye. Kimberly reveled in the sensation, her favorite part of being marked when her professor aimed up and began to shoot his final jets of cum into her bright red hair, crying out as he emptied himself into her signature locks. He then collapsed next her, she only able to see him with one eye.

He caressed the beautiful mess he had made of her face.

"I think you earned an A+, Ms. Hoffman."



Crossing the Line



Back in the late 70s, when I was a young naval officer serving on my first trip, we were doing a six month deployment in the western pacific. One of the traditions of the sea is crossing the line, when the ship crosses the equator and moves from north to south or vice versa. Most ships hold a ceremony where those that have crossed before, called shellbacks, initiate those who are crossing for the first time, called pollywogs, into the mysteries of the seven seas. This usually involves some typical harassment, being forced to wear funny clothes, crawling through stinky garbage, being sprayed with cold water, having to appear before different judges and having to pay fines. Shellbacks almost always carry shillelagh's, cut up fire hoses used to spank pollywogs. This could sometimes get out of control on Navy ships as shellbacks would sometimes capture wogs during the night and make them special cases, harassing them for hours before the festivities would officially begin at dawn.

As a junior officer, the Captain assigned some of us to take turns patrolling the ship that night to keep things from getting out of hand. Unfortunately for me, things did not work out so well. A band of shellbacks dressed as pirates from deck division grabbed me as I passed by the aft bosun locker. Despite my protests that I was on official business, they stripped me, and tied me up after taking turns smacking my ass with their shillelagh's. My hands were tied together to a tie down on the deck. My feet were tied together to another deck tie down. I was stretched out laying on my side, on top of some rags. Shortly, thereafter they pulled another guy in, a large sailor from guns division. They also stripped him down, his dick looked to be about eight inches. After taking turns smacking his ass they tied his hands and feet to the same tie down that mine were, so we were laying against each other his front to my back.

I lay there feeling very uncomfortable and praying for morning. There was no air conditioning in the space and with his body next to mine we were both sweating. With the motion of the ship and the sweat providing some lubrication, I began to feel his cock start to harden. I became very concerned now and tried to move away but I was too stretched out to move far. The shellbacks left to look for more wogs and we were alone. Once we were alone, his cock grew even more, and he started thrusting against me. I told him to stop, but he just said my ass felt good. His dick was pushing against my rosebud trying to penetrate me but I was able to hold him off. Suddenly his cock swelled and I could feel his hot load flooding my rosebud and filling my crack. I was shocked and could not believe how violated I felt, but also how exciting it felt. 

The shellbacks returned empty handed, I immediately pushed myself against him to hide what had happened. The shellbacks spent about an hour sitting there talking. Every time he pulled a little away, I pushed back to keep us covered. He figured out what I was doing and started to take advantage of it, using my embarrassment to gently massage his cock. By the time the shellbacks left his cock was coming back to life, his sperm trapped between my cheeks providing a slicker and more effective lube. Once alone, his cock sprang back to life and this time I was powerless to stop him from entering me.

He began actively fucking my ass, I could do nothing to stop it and from the sensations it was causing I was not sure I wanted it to stop. I tried to act like I was not enjoying it but my own cock gave me away. Harder than it had ever been, I was going crazy from not being able to jack it or rub it against anything. I could feel an orgasm building up, but I was fighting it so he would not know what he was doing to me and so if I came, my cum would not betray me. Eventually I could not contain it any longer and a very strong orgasm overtook me. I let loose several long satisfying spurts. He stopped his strokes and laughed, telling me he could feel me clenching his cock as I came. He called me his bitch boy and said I was his now.

Almost immediately after his words, the shellbacks returned, again empty-handed. I was mortified that they would see my cum, but I guess the rags we were laying on made it hard to see. Also his rock hard dick was still inside me, I pushed back to cover his dick and felt him slide even deeper inside me. After laying still for a few minutes not moving, while the shellbacks were watching us laughing and talking about what they were going to do to us during the ceremony later – I felt his cock swell and start pumping his load into my bowels. I could feel it move through his dick as it passed my anus and as it dumped into me. I could not believe how good it felt and felt jealous of all the girls I knew, since this is what they felt all the time.

Eventually his cock deflated and slipped out of my ass. The shellbacks untied us, allowed us to dress and herded us to the ceremony, warning us not to tell on them. I decide to forget what had happened and never mention it again. Unfortunately, the next night while my stateroom mate was on watch, the sailor from guns division entered my room telling me he would tell what had happened and ruin my career if I did not do what he said. He closed the door, unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, stepped over to my rack and put his dick in my mouth...just like he would do most nights for the next four months of deployment.



Crossing the Line



How the blazes did I end up here? I haven't been to a Night Club in years and, even though it is an 80's Night, things have really changed. I admit I am a fairly well presented guy in his mid-40's but I've already had two, sexy as hell, 20-something babes hit on me, and after I passed up on them a bloody guy tried to chat me up. I should be home, with my wife and kid, not on some clandestine rendezvous with some woman I've been exchanging e-mails with and never met. 

It started innocently enough, as it always does I suppose. She used the online name of "MissTerry". Cute. We chatted, exchanged anecdotes and, when the time felt right, we flirted. Soon we found out we had a lot in common. We were both married, both in our 40's, me about 5 years her senior, both in loving, married relationships, but both looking for something extra. A spark. Excitement. Adventure.

Anyway, I couldn't help but feel she was driving the 'relationship' so it came as no surprise when she finally suggested we meet, however, it did surprise me when she said she wanted me to also meet with her husband! I stalled. I had to. I'd never gone this far before, what if he or they were psychos? But, after an e-mailed request from the husband, James, for a chat, I agreed to meet with him. Alone. That was last week, and now, here I am, sat in a booth, in a Night Club, waiting to finally meet James' wife, Alissa, aka MissTerry.

Let me just say that James turned out to be an okay guy. About my height, at 6 foot, and what you would call a distinguished appearance for a guy that must have been about 15 years my senior. He warned me that his wife of more than 20 years was a strong character whom he loved very much and for whom he would do anything for. I had a lot of respect for a man who was frank in his admission that he could no longer 'keep up' with his wife's sexual needs, however, she did not want to be unfaithful to him and had limited her 'infidelities' to online liaisons -- until now. Apparently, something about me had made them decide to cross the line.

So, here I am, waiting. 

When I had met with James last week he had been very candid. Tonight was going to be about satisfying Alissa. Giving her enough of an experience to fuel both of their fantasies for quite some time. This was to be a one off, maybe, and the ground rules were clearly laid out. He showed me a picture of Alissa but it honestly did not do justice to the vision that walked into the Night Club draped over James' arm.

She is stunning. Okay, physically, her appearance meets all my expectations. About 5 foot 4 inches tall after factoring in those 3 inch stilettos, slim and curvy in the right places with what look like very pert 36B or C breasts (I'm a guy, I can never really tell). Her long, blonde straight hair hangs loose, ending just below the neck line of her form fitting 'little black dress', which itself ends about 3 inches above the knees of her so shapely, stocking clad legs. She has an awesome smile on her slightly oval face as she scans the room striding alongside James. Just the way she seems so self assured, so confident in her sexuality is turning me on. Not only has she managed to turn most of the guys heads in the club, I am sure I see envy crossing the faces of several other women, 15 to 20 years her junior. God, she's hot.

We greet each other, James taking my right hand in both of his in an affectionate hand-shake and also as a ruse to slip a gift, a little blue pill, into my hand. He tells me not to be offended and to think of it merely as insurance. I can only smile -- two firsts in one night? The formalities over with we settle down in our booth to get to know each other. They are a great couple and their personalities complement each other perfectly. She sits between her "two men" and I'm already starting to relax and think of what the night may have to offer as she takes the initiative and gently runs her hand all the way up and down the pant leg of my inner thigh. I couldn't stop getting a hard on if I tried.

It's not too loud in the Club for us and whilst we may look out of place compared to the majority of the patrons, we certainly don't feel out of place. Alissa, or Ali as she prefers to be called, asks me to dance. Hell, I don't even dance with my own wife, but tonight I'm game for anything. We even, finally, manage to persuade James to join us on the dance floor for some pretty raunchy bumping 'n' grinding and, despite the exertions, Ali makes it quite clear that my raging hard-on for her has not gone unnoticed. I'm grateful that, when James suggests we make it an early night and retire to their Hotel room, Ali's face lights up in agreement. 

Ali decides we'll take their car, it's about a 10 minute drive from the Club and James will drive. She takes me by the hand and leads me into the back of their car. She's on fire. We latch onto each other almost as soon as we sit down, all inhibitions gone. We kiss deeply and passionately. Her mouth tastes so good. I've already decided that I'm going to eat her pussy to orgasm whether she wants to or not and I feel James' eyes on us as we pull out of the Club car park.

I love the feel of her legs as my hands confirm how supple and toned she is. As I move my right hand up under the hem of her dress, to caress her shapely ass, she tenses up, oh so briefly, then resumes her own exploration of my body. I catch her stealing lustful and furtive glances at her husband who watches us as intently as he can via the rear view mirror as he drives. He has better self control than I do, that's for sure. 

James is nodding appreciatively when, unexpectedly, he says "Suck his cock, Ali. Let me see what a slut you can be".

Ali obliges by quickly pulling out my rigid member and covering it with her beautiful mouth and expertly working it in a way that I have not experienced, I regret to say, in a good many years. With perfect pressure and long, slow and deep sucking, she has me on the edge in no time. Damn, I guess I could blame the anticipation, but the truth is I cum in a matter of minutes because her mouth feels so damn good. I'm so caught up in the moment of my own orgasm that I fail to appreciate how deftly she swallows every last drop of my jism. I'm not even offended as James good-naturedly teases me for cumming so quickly -- clever bugger, that's why he gave me the gift earlier.

I'm now on a mission to prove myself to Ali. 

James parks the car toward the rear of the Hotel car park, although heavily shrouded in shadows cast by the security lights, the intensity in James' eyes is evident as he gives me a knowing nod when we step out of the car. 

I take her by the arm, spin her around and bend her over the bonnet of the car, forcing her to try to support herself with her out-stretched arms. Gently, but firmly, I hold her in place as I use my right hand to lift the hem of her dress over that firm ass and then use my own legs to make her spread her stocking clad legs. Ali's body tenses and I hear her gasp as I probe her wetness with my invading fingers. Panties pulled aside, my still erect, twitching cock gets the nod from James and I plough into her furrow. James gives an appreciative smile as he sees Ali's reaction to the unexpected, near public fucking. I confess, there is little finesse on display here. All I can think of are the weeks of sexual innuendo, flirting and near-cyber sex as I ram my throbbing cock into Ali's dripping wet, tight cunt. The vision of this woman spread over the car consumes me. I can feel my cock swell inside her and hear her moans of passion and lust as I deliberately fuck her so hard I lift her up on to her toes just so that I can admire the shape of her legs even as her high stiletto heels are lifted off the ground. I know she is trying to delay her orgasm, to prolong the feeling, but the whole episode of public sex with a near stranger whilst hubby goads us on is too much.

She looks so incredible when she comes, thrusting back deep into my groin, forcing my cock to hit against her cervix. She feels so damn good as that pussy grips my cock trying to milk it, trying to make me cum again. But it's just a little too soon for me yet. I slowly withdraw my cock from her dripping cunt. 

Still panting we look to James.

I never noticed when he took his cock out and began stroking it while watching us fuck. I step aside as he moves behind Ali, who has not had time to recover herself yet, and shoves himself into her wet, sopping pussy and begins to fuck her harder than he has ever fucked her. He calls her names, telling her what a nasty little slut she is. It obviously has an effect as his thrusts and words bring her closer to a second orgasm. 

"Suck his cock clean, you whore," he commands Ali, and she duly obeys, reaching out for my still hard cock and guiding it into her sweet mouth, tasting our mix of my cum and her own pussy juices. She manages to get my cock even harder and James, now lost in the moment, says "Fuck her whore mouth". I gladly oblige.

Ali is visibly convulsing from the sheer ecstasy of being fucked in her pussy and mouth while bent over a car. The face shows the lustful anticipation in knowing that we are both about to fill her with even more cum.

The sight of her being spit roasted is too much for James and I. Ali's lips work their magic on my cock as I behold the spectacle of James' animalistic thrusts into her already swollen pussy. Ali looks fantastic. I see the change in James' face, he's going to explode in her. I want to time it just right. 

His words are mere grunts now, so I take over from where he left off and tell Ali "Swallow all my cum you cock hungry whore!"

And then it happens. All three of us erupt into a paganistic orgasm, simultaneously.

There are grins all round as we slowly regain our composure. Ali pulls her dress hem back down over those delicious thighs and, swinging that tight ass, with hubby in tow, over toward me. She says, "Can't wait to see our room."

In the Hotel Lobby, James gives us the key to the room and sends us upstairs. He'll join us shortly.

I cannot help but wonder if anyone else notices how Ali reeks of sex as we walk to the elevator. Once inside I cannot keep my hands off her. I fumble for her, as yet unseen, breasts, pulling down the top of her dress, taking them out to examine the sensitivity of her nipples. I immediately begin kissing and licking around her aureola and hear her moans of pleasure. I do not even bother to cover her up as we scurry from the elevator to the room.

My hands are all over her, caressing her stocking-clad thighs, massaging that tight ass and all the while alternating my lips and tongue between her tits and her lips. Panting, she pushes me away, reminding me we need to wait for hubby and that we have all night.

James arrives, a sly grin across his face. It is decided that we should all freshen up. A quick shower for the guys and a more luxurious bath for Ali. Room service provides us with Champagne and, in a clichéd sense, strawberries. 

James and I discuss how things should progress further whilst waiting for Ali. He confides in me that he has always wanted to engage in anal sex with Ali, however, it is the one thing she had always resisted. Apparently, a former boyfriend, years ago, had really messed up her first time doing anal. I empathize and share my theory on how best to help Ali eliciting a broad smile from my new found friend. 

Anticipation builds again. Both James and I share a love for women in lingerie, so it is an absolute delight to learn that Ali will be making her grand entrance from the bathroom, not only clean, but in a change of attire. Wearing a red & black lace basque holding up black stockings and wearing black patent leather come-fuck-me heels, she strides out of the bathroom. She looks at James and I, already hard and with a conspiratorial look about us.

James tells her how much he loves her and that tonight he will take care of her and be in charge to ensure she gets everything that she needs. This is obviously unusual and you can almost feel Ali's heart skip a beat as she walks to the out-stretched arms of her lovers for the evening.

We lay Ali on the bed and James then retires to the armchair. He wants to watch me explore his wife. I take my time, grateful to have her to myself again. From her ears all the way down to her delicate ankles I take the time to caress and kiss her body. Ali responds deliciously and her pussy soon becomes incredibly wet. It is a pleasure to feel her writhe beneath my ministrations as I finally get the chance to plunge my tongue deep into that sweet smelling pussy.

It doesn't take long, but I can feel her begin to let it all go. She is close. And then, a hand on my shoulder. Panting, she looks questioningly at both of us. 

I lay on the bed, cock in hand, and motion her to suck on me. Ali climbs up on me and also offers herself, doggy-style, to James. He accepts the offering and guides his engorged member into the slick, dripping folds of her pussy. She sighs at the pleasure of being filled again and he begins to fuck her with long, slow deliberate thrusts, putting and then keeping Ali on the edge. Enjoying the vision presented James fights to control his urge to pick up the pace. He has a plan.

Ali really does suck cock so well and her whole body is enjoying the sensation of having two willing cocks at her disposal. Suddenly, she feels a well lubricated intrusion at her tight butt hole. Ali tenses up, afraid, but the sensation is not like before and, coupled with the steady thrusts of James' cock, it's almost pleasurable. She allows the pleasures of the moment to carry her.

A second digit slips into her butt. Ali's questioning look wonders why is James doing this? He knows how Ali feels about anal sex. But still she sucks my cock, still enjoying James' cock and I see her relax.

Impossibly, Ali feels so full with a third finger now helping stretch her anal passage. Gently, well lubricated, this is not like before. But it's dirty, isn't it? The feeling is so, well, indescribable for Ali because she has never let this happen before. Ali looks into my knowing eyes, she cannot resist the tide of pleasure she feels.

Suddenly, the feeling of being both filled and stretched is gone. I guide Ali by her shoulders up onto me. We kiss, passionately. She quickly mounts my cock, eager to be filled again. A glance behind her shows James lubing his cock, a mixture of deep love and unbridled passion on his face.

Ali rides me, slowly, grinding her hips down to take in my entire length, enjoying the sensation, knowing, but not believing, what is about to happen. Will it hurt? On this night, of all nights, she wants to know. She has always wanted to know.

James climbs up behind Ali and she feels the head of his throbbing cock slowly force its way into her well lubricated and already stretched ass. A moment of discomfort and then he's in. Two men, both fucking her at the same time in a gentle rhythm that sends her into a world bordering on exquisite pain and pure ecstasy. Her face says it all, her eyes rolling upwards, a deep guttural sigh of pure ecstasy coming from her mouth.

Ali feels so full, so fulfilled so fucking turned on that she barely hears the words being whispered into her ear by your husband. "Oh you fucking whore, how I've always wanted to know what this felt like. I never knew what a complete slut you could be until tonight and I love you for it". 

And that is all it takes. Ali cannot remember ever having had such a crashing multi-orgasmic experience EVER. Her thrashing, the contractions of her pussy and ass were too much for James and I as we unloaded what little cum we had left deep into her welcoming holes.

Why did she wait so long before crossing the line?



Crossing the Line



"What's wrong?" Mom asked. "You haven't eaten a bite."

We were half way through dinner and I'd done little more than move my chicken and potatoes from one side of the plate to the other.

"Sorry Ma, I guess I'm not very hungry." There were more knots in my stomach than on an old tree and it would've been easier to make food go up than down.

"You may excuse yourself from the table and I'll wrap it up for later."

Mom is the best and I wondered why Dad left us. I thought it was because of me, but perhaps every kid thinks that. 

"Think I'll go to my room and just lay down."

"Hope you're not catching something. Summer colds are the worse."

I excused myself from the table and stopped at the foot of the stairs. I wished the stairs would go on forever and I'd stop climbing when I reached the stars.

The sun lit up my room, almost blinding me. I pulled the shades down and wrapped myself up in the darkness. 

I fluffed the pillow, crawled onto the bed and tried to fall asleep and erase what happened yesterday from my mind. Surely it was an aberration, never to be repeated.

I was a twenty year old, normal guy. The first time I had sex was in this bed. Last summer, Cathy and I had been dating. I was the luckiest guy in the world. She taught me to kiss softly and after a month of going steady, she let me feel her breasts.

Her skin was creamy smooth and I learned to touch her with a teasing lightness. I felt as if I was an artist and she was my canvas. Every stroke brought her to life and all my dreams were before me.

My friends asked if I'd gotten to first base with her and although a part of me said I shouldn't tell, I did end up spilling the beans.

Not only did I say I'd gotten to first base, but I told them when I'd reached second and third. Stupidity reached a new high when I told them that I'd hit a home run.

Cathy heard that I'd bragged about our little secrets and she yelled and went all crazy. Living with that was possible, but her tears shattered my heart and showed what an unforgivable mistake I'd made.

That was one of my life's changing moments. If I hadn't made such a dumb mistake, there's no doubt I'd be with her instead of laying all alone.

Tim is my best friend and he and I got drunk the night she dumped me. I can't remember half of what was said and we both ended up as sick as dogs. Mom had made bacon and scrambled eggs and the moment we smelled it, we both sprinted to the toilet.

He is an amazing guy. We played minor league hockey and he was the best player on the team. Most of the points I got came from my passing and his scoring.

We played baseball every summer, from t-ball to Double-A. Tim had received a baseball scholarship at a university in the states. He was a left-handed pitcher with an amazing record on the mound and at bat. He was headed for the big leagues, no doubt of that.

A trace of dull light orange streaked from the bottom of the shade and I hadn't budged an inch. Thinking of what tomorrow may bring was no help today.

I wanted to tell my mom what had happened. Up until now, I'd told her everything that had bothered me. I told her when I was being bullied and even told her that I'd bullied a guy at school. 

Mom's face expressed her disappointment, but she didn't say much. She didn't have to; the look in her eyes spoke volumes. It was the first and the last time I'd ever been a bully.

Yesterday started like every other day during summer break. Up at eight, off to the gym to lift weights, followed by a shower at home and lunch on the back deck. A little lonely, but life was good.

Tim had called and said a bunch of friends were going to the lake. Mom had taken the car, so he agreed to pick me up at one thirty. I packed drinks and burgers for the barbecue.

Tim and I had found the lake by accident. We drove on an unmarked dirt road and past a few barns that were old, weathered and ready to topple over. The road ended and off to the side were a few fence posts that stood like ancient sentinels, guarding against any newcomers.

There was a small opening between lines of fir trees and we ambled up the overgrown path. This led to an open space and the lake. It didn't seem like anybody had ever been there and we celebrated our good fortune in finding it.

We'd gone to the lake a few times after that, but it became boring by ourselves, so we let a few of our friends in on the secret spot.

As planned, six of us met at the end of the road, slipped on our backpacks and headed to the lake. Tim led the way, followed by John, Al and their girlfriends. I followed, watching the girls tanned legs and sexy butts.

Our shirts were soaked by the time we reached the top, but the climb was well worth it. The lake was almost round and emerald green. There wasn't a hint of a ripple and I swear I could've walked to the centre and back again.

After swimming the afternoon away, we lit a fire and grilled the burgers. This was a piece of heaven and this was a time that memories are made of. 

The sun treaded on its downward slope, but the day's heat still hung in the air. John, Al and the girls had tickets for a concert and they packed their things and left. 

Tim and I grabbed a beer and sat on a log by the lake. He wore a beige shirt that lay open at his sides. He ate a ton of junk food, but nobody would know that by the tightness of his stomach.

Half way through my beer, Tim stripped off his shirt and pulled down his swim trunks. We've swam nude before, so this didn't come as surprise. Challenging each other to a race was not new either and we bet five bucks on who would reach the branch in the middle of the water first.

I stripped off my clothes and both of us hit the water at the same time. He was a bit faster in a foot race, but I held a slight advantage in the water. We were neck and neck for most of the race and I just managed to reach the branch ahead of him.

The swim back was at a more leisurely pace and we lay on our towels as the sun drooped lower in the sky.

I had peeked at Tim's cock before and I'm sure that he had peeked at mine. I believed it was just a guy thing, comparing mine with other guys.

Peeking is one thing, but getting caught is another. Evidently my peeking skills were a bit rusty and Tim caught me doing just that.

"We've seen each other naked a million times and I've seen you glancing almost every time," Tim said.

"I have not," I lied and turned my head towards the lake.

"You're a horrible liar." He laughed. "If I didn't want you to look, I would've told you a long time ago."

"I'm not gay!"

"Never said you were. Besides, I kinda like when you look."

I tried to keep my gaze focused on the shimmering light bouncing on the lake, but I felt that need to look once again. He wouldn't mind. What would be the harm?

I shifted to my left side, letting my eyes wander from the lake towards Tim. His legs were tanned and his thighs were like steel posts. My cheeks began to flush as I saw his ball sac, noticing that it was bare as a baby's bottom.

Blood rushed into my penis as my eyes traced along his cock, from base to tip. I watched it thicken and grow. It moved on its own as it expanded and lengthened and my cheeks began to glow like superheated coals. 

Even in fullness, foreskin covered the head of his cock. Tim was one of the few guys I'd seen with foreskin and it took my breath away. I looked up to see his attention focused on me, and my cheeks turned an even darker shade of red.

My gaze shifted down to Tim's light chest hair, stopping at his belly button and the tip of his cock. I could see the outline of his cock head, hidden like a buried treasure under his delicate skin.

My eyes traced along the underside of his cock, stopping at the two plum like shapes in his ball sac. His skin was taut, but a breeze caused a ripple of small wrinkles to appear.

I felt as if I was a kid in a chocolate factory, wondering which goodie I wanted the most and dreaming of having it all.

I reached out, my fingers trembling and the lump in my throat made it difficult to swallow. My head buzzed like a swarm of killer bees as the tips of my fingers touched my best friend's ball sac.

I floated my fingers to his other ball and his whole sac became cradled in my palm. Both balls moved as my thumb delicately caressed them. 

I'd crossed a line that I'd never thought existed. I wasn't able to undo what I'd done, but I could draw a new line and promise never to cross it. My fingers continued to caress while my mind drew a new line in the sand.

That line vanished as if a giant wave had washed over it and my fingers inched away from his balls and along the length of his shaft. His skin was smooth and the heat radiated along my arms and through to my penis.

Both our cocks were straining and mine was ready to explode. Shimmering wetness dripped from his opening and pooled in liquid sweetness. I dabbed my fingers in its slippery warmth and was about to bring it to my lips when Tim stopped me.

The ride home was as quiet as a leaf floating to the ground. I couldn't get out of the car fast enough, and Tim burned rubber as he sped away.

My bedroom was now as dark as my mood. I may have lost my best friend and the straight life I'd led was now in doubt. I imagined a beach filled with bikini clad hotties, their hips swaying seductively, just for me. Next, I imagined a crew of naked firefighters in different states of arousal. 

I'd crossed the line and moved from straight to bisexual. I didn't want to think of the possibility that there was another line to cross, denying that I may be gay. I also didn't want to think of how far I would've gone with Tim. If I had tasted his precum, would I have taken his cock into my mouth? I guess I will never know.

The silence was broken by the beeping of my phone. My heart skipped a beat, it was Tim.



Crossing the Line



As a male high school gym teacher I had enjoyed many fantasies about "crossing the line" with one of my hot female students.  At just 25 years old and still in ripped shape I often overheard the girls discussing "wanting to fuck Coach Anderson."  Hearing this talk just fueled my fantasies even more. However, I was happily married and not near perverted or dumb enough to risk ever trying to act on these fantasies. That all went out the window when I met Jessica.

Jessica wasn't a traditional babe, but she kinda oozed "sexuality." She was pale with long brunette hair. She already hand the curves of a woman on her athletic 5'7 frame. Her tits were full and her ass was round and she was always running afoul of the dress code showing them off. 

She was a senior and as mature as most adults. I had went to school with her older sister, who looked a lot like Jessica, and had always wanted to fuck her, but never did. Jessica and I were both free spirits and hit it off from the start. Eventually, conversation evolved into flirting and flirting created a lot of sexual tension between us.

Rarely a day passed that I didn't think about sneaking in the shower with Jessica after class and showing her what it's like to be fucked by a man instead of a boy.  The thought of picking her up, wrapping her legs around me, and using my 8" cock to pound her against the shower wall was the most popular fantasy in my masturbation rotation.

A fantasy was all I thought it would ever be until Jessica looked at her sister's phone to get my cell number.

"Make sure you look at the birthdays on the morning announcements" was all the text said.

I responded by asking "Who is this?" 

When I didn't get a response I figured it was a wrong number and didn't think another thing of it. 

The next day as I awaited the start of 1st Block I thought I heard the principal say Jessica's name when running through the day's student birthdays.  Curious and remembering the text, I checked the announcements email and sure enough today was Jessica's 18th birthday.

Was it Jessica that sent me the text and, if so, why? I was puzzled and became even more puzzled once Jessica never mentioned the text after I wished her happy birthday. In fact, she even acted nervous around me and was obviously avoiding me. Finally, as I was sitting on the bleachers in between classes Jessica and I stared at one another as she strode out of the gym. 

She looked at me differently than before and I felt the blood begin to rush to my cock. As soon as the school day was over, I went to my desk where I had confiscated about 6 cell phones from students who had them out during gym class and never reclaimed them. One belonged to one of Jessica's friends and I used it to verify that the number which texted me the night before was in fact Jessica's. 

As I drove home, I accepted the logical conclusion that Jessica's text was meant as a means to start down a dangerous path. I decided I wouldn't respond as she was still a student.

That night as I was taking a shower I heard the familiar bell sound alerting me that I had received a text message. After drying off, I checked my phone and was startled to see a selfie video of Jessica nude and spread eagle on the bed aggressively rubbing her clit as she said, 

"Coach Anderson, I have wanted to fuck you for a long time. I have fucked several guys but have never fucked a man.  I get turned on just thinking of the big cock I always stare at as it bulges out of your gym shorts. I don't want things to be weird. I am not looking for a relationship. I just want to fuck you until I go off to college.  I decided I would wait to make my move when it was legal. I will never tell so don't worry about your wife finding out. If you want it you can have it...The balls in your court."

By the end of the video my cock was hard and sticking out from the towel around my waist. As I looked at my big cock in the mirror I imagined it tearing Jessica's teenage pussy apart. If my wife hadn't been out of town for the week at a conference I would have jerked off, watched tv, and went to bed.

However, my wife was gone for the week and I sent Jessica a text saying "I want it, when and where?"

Her reply came so quickly it's like she already had it ready to send when she received my text. It read "my parents are gone for the week and I have the house to myself. Why don't you come over here?"

Shocked at our good luck I replied "My wife is gone for the week as well. Why don't you come over here since I live off the beaten path away from neighbors and prying eyes?"

"Ok I remember where you live.  Be about 30 minutes.  I can't believe this is finally going to happen!" she texted back.

To give her a glimpse of what she would be getting later on I sent her a picture of my fully erect manhood with the caption "I'll be waiting." 

"My God" was all the last text she sent me said.

I smoked a little weed while I waited on Jessica. My cock never lost its hardness and was ready to fuck anything it could get in.

After what seemed like an eternity I heard a car pull up my gravel drive.  It was almost dark but I could still make out Jessica's red accord pulling up in front of my house. 

Opening the door in just my gym shorts, Jessica was standing before me wearing tight blue jeans and a white halter top without a bra. Her hair was pulled back and she had on nerd glasses that only made me want to fuck her more.

"Hey Jessica, come on in." I said nervously.

She seemed nervous as she was standing in the doorway but that all changed once she was inside and the door closed.

When I closed the door and turned around, she immediately was grabbing at my cock forcing me back against the door.

"I want to see it" she pleaded

In attempt to not disappoint her, I stepped out of my shorts and stood before her completely naked with my cock pressing against her belly.

"I have never seen a cock that big" she said as she struggled to get her hand around it as she slowly began to milk my cock. 

Instinctively, I put my hands on her shoulders and forced her down on her knees.

Taking the cue she engulfed my cock with her mouth and began to suck it slowly taking a little more down her throat each time. I had been with girl's who could get most of my cock in their mouth, but I had never been with a girl who could take all of it down her throat.

"I am gonna fuck that beautiful face with my cock" I said in an authoritative tone.

I put each of my hands on the side of her head and held her head in place as I slowly began to ram my cock down her throat. Once I got about 6 inches in Jessica began to gag. I could feel her gagging on my cock and noticed small tears beginning to smear the mascara on her face.

I lost control and flipped her around and pinned her head against the door as my cock reached new depths down her throat. Once I finally got my cock buried to the hilt I felt the cum leaving my balls. I slammed my cock violently all the way down Jessica's throat and shot load after load of my cum down her throat. 

Her face was a mess and she was still gagging on my cum when I pulled my cock from her throat.

"Sorry about that Jessica. I kind of lost control for a bit" I said hoping I hadn't scared her away.

"That was the hottest thing I have ever done. I just hope you have more left in the tank"

"There is plenty left in the tank. Come with me."

I took her tiny hand and led her down the hallway and into my bedroom. Just as I was getting ready to start tearing her clothes off the phone rang.

It was my wife.

"Hey honey, I was just calling to let you know I am going to bed early tonight."

"Ok, is everything allright?" I asked

"Yeah, I am just tired. These all day conferences wear me out." She replied

We then told each other good night and hung up. My wife had a strange tone in her voice and I swore I heard a man's voice in the background. Whenever, I turned back around I completely forgot what I was thinking about.

Jessica's naked body was amazing. She had an athletic build with just enough cushion to make some bounce in all the right places.  She had a smooth pussy and perky tits that were in the 34c range. Her pale skin and brunette hair gave her that innocent girl look.

As I watched her use three fingers to fuck her little pussy my cock shot back up like it had been stabbed with adrenaline. 

"I need your cock inside me" Jessica begged

I wasted little time in making my way to the bed. The fact that Jessica was staring at my cock instead of my face turned me on even more.

I was past the point of foreplay. I crawled up between her legs and began working the length of my cock up and down between the folds of her pussy. As I would slide my cock down her slit she would thrust her needy pussy at it trying to meet its need to be filled.

I wanted to bury myself in her, but I knew I needed to give her tight pussy time to lubricant itself with our juices as my cock slid between her lips.

When Jessica couldn't take it no more she reached down and grabbed my cock with both hands and began to force it inside her.

I couldn't wait any longer. I sat up and placed both legs around my head and leaned forward sending her knees towards her head.

"You want my cock?" I mocked

"I want you to fuck me with your big cock and show me what its like to be fucked by a man" 

I moved my hips down and angled my cock towards the entrance to her pussy. As the head penetrated her outer lips I could feel her legs tense up against my body.

Not wanting to hurt her, I began to pull back. 

"Don't Stop, just go slow" she instructed me as she pulled me in her with each of her hands on the cheeks of my ass.

I put all of my weight down on Jessica and slide my arms under her tense body.

Slowly I began inching my cock in her. She was experienced, but I could tell I was stretching her pussy to places it hadn't been before.

I would move my cock back a little and then forward a little more. Her pussy had a vice grip around my cock. It was so tight that when I would start to pull back it felt like her pussy was sucking my dick back in.

Once I got about ¾ of the length in, she had adjusted to the thickness and began to relax. I knew I could finally begin to fuck her.

Her hips were meeting my thrusts wanting more of my cock inside her. I finally changed my rhythm and met her thrust with one of my own and buried every bit of my cock inside her.

I could feel her body tense up and I decided to leave my cock planted still deep inside her to give her pussy time to adjust to accommodate my manhood.

"Are you ok?" I asked, only pretending to care.

"Oh yeah, I have never felt anything like this before" she moaned relaxing her body

"You haven't felt anything yet" I warned her as I began to set a rhythm of slowly pulling my cock out of her wet hole and slamming it back in her tightness. 

"Pound me with your man cock" she demanded

The image of Jessica with messed up hair and mascara from the face fucking earlier coupled with her dirty talk brought out the animal in me.

I began thrusting deeply and furiously inside Jessica's worn pussy.

"Fuck me from behind. Make me feel like your little young whore" 

Wasting little time, I pulled out of her and flipped her over on all fours with her head down and ass up.

The view of her shapely ass spread before me revealing her tight pink ass hole and moist pussy made my cock jump to attention.

I lined my member up with her entrance and immediately began fucking her as hard as possible. It was tough to discern moans of pleasure from pain as I was launching my length inside her.

I gathered up her long brunette hair and wrapped it around my wrist and pulled it back towards me as I impaled her repeatedly.

"Use me Coach. I'm your little whore. You can do anything you want" she said in a way that let me know she meant it.

I was about to cum inside her pussy, but I couldn't pass up the opportunity before me.

"Anything I want?" I asked as I removed my cock from her pussy and cushioned it up with the entrance of her tight pink ass hole.

She knew exactly what I meant.

"Anything" she slyly said as she popped her ass back at my cock.

I reached over and grabbed the lube off the nightstand and squirted a liberal amount at the junction of my cock and her ass.

"You need to try to relax Jessica and it will feel much better" I instructed her as I noticed her cinch up as the head of my cock began to open her back door.

"Ok, I have always wanted to be fucked in ass" 

She finally trusted me and began to relax her body allowing my cock to slowly worm it way down her anal cavity.

With every inch her body would tense up and then relax alerting me to when she was ready for more.

As the last inch of cock entered her ass I noticed Jessica reach her hand back between her legs and begin working her clit.

I began methodically removing half my length from her ass and then smoothly forcing it back up her ass.

I watched her hand circling her clit and matched my pace to hers. 

When she sped up her clitoral stimulation up I sped up my fucking of her ass. 

By the time she maxed out her hand speed I was violently trying to split her ass in two with my cock.

"Oh God, I am about to cum" she screamed as she tightened her pelvic muscles

I felt the sperm awaken in my balls signaling it was time.

I buried my cock deep inside her ass and could feel the walls of her pussy contracting as she began having a powerful orgasm.

I frantically began fucking her ass and slammed it all the way in as I felt the sperm jolting from my cock.

My cock continued pulsing for 15 seconds shooting my seed in her ass.

When I finished it I slowly pulled my cock out of her ass and watched the cum sputter out and work its way down her leg.

"That was amazing" Jessica said to no one in particular.

Feeling proud I asked her if she liked being fucked by a man.

"I loved it and plan to fuck that man several times before I leave for college" she said as she flipped over on her back.

I told her I liked that plan, knowing things were beyond the point of no return.

To Be Continued



Crossing the Line



I had been sitting there in the spare room of my house for about an hour with the note that had been slipped under my office door still in my hand. As the time passed I became more and more convinced that I had been the victim of a cruel joke.

NEXT TIME ISAAC TAKES A LONG LUNCH BETTER GO HOME ASAP - HE BE FUCKING YOU OVER!

That was what the crude and almost illiterate note one of my staff and written said, and while what was suggested seemed improbable I had gone home anyway after the warehouse foreman had requested an extra hour for lunch that day.

It seemed ridiculous that my wife would be cheating on me after 24 years of what I thought was wedded bliss. In fact, it seemed just the opposite because I had suggested quite often in our younger years that we do a little swinging, even admitting that I wouldn't mind seeing her with somebody else.

"I'm not interested in women," she had said bluntly, but even when I said that my voyeuristic urges didn't exclude watching her with another guy she still didn't budge.

Nevertheless I was poised to act if I heard the door open and heard footsteps go down to our bedroom with my wife leading my employee. Not in my own bed. I couldn't allow that and certainly not without my permission. The fact that Isaac was black didn't matter, or at least not a lot as best I could figure although in the deep recesses of your mind, who knows for sure?

My daydreaming ended when I heard the front door open and I heard footsteps running down the hall, but the giggle didn't sound like Paula. In fact, it sounded more like our daughter Kristen. Oh well, I thought as I moved over to the picture of a covered bridge and took it off the wall. At least this wouldn't be a total waste of time.

***

Sweet little Kristen, I thought while peeking into the fish-eye peephole I had installed in her honor. My little girl all grown-up, at least chronologically, because although she was 19 she hardly looked it. Having inherited her Mom's short frame and good looks, Kristen was totally lacking her mother's voluptuousness.

That's it honey, I sighed while watching her peel off her blouse and climb out of her sports bra, a rather recent invention that allowed Kristen to avoid having to buy bras with double A cups. My baby girl was blissfully unaware of my perverse peeking of course, and I cringed when my trousers dropped to the floor after I had undone my belt but the thud of my wallet went unnoticed next door.

Such cute little titties, still almost all aureola and nipple and while her Mom hadn't been all that much bigger at her age, Kristen's buds were still diminutive especially for a girl almost out of her teens.

Kristen pulled off her shorts and peeled down her panties, and while I winced when I saw what was revealed I didn't stop looking as the smooth raised mound came into view. I didn't like this 21st century trend of shaved pussies and wished that Kristen hadn't followed the herd and let some hair grow there to make her appear more her age, but there was something erotic about it despite it all.

I looked down at my boner, which I had been slowly stroking with my thumb and index finger for only a few seconds, but I was ready to cum nonetheless before I was distracted by the sounds of footsteps going past the door. 

Paula no doubt, but when I saw Kristen's look of horror as she stood in the corner of the room and tried to cover herself with too few hands, it was clear that the intruder was not her Mom.

"Oh no! What are you doing in here mister? What do you want?" she cried, and it was then that I saw Isaac enter the room.

"You know what I want white girl," Isaac sneered as he started unbuttoning his denim work shirt with the name of my company on the tag. "Want some of that sweet white pussy."

I let go of my dick and was about to run into the room - I swear I was even though the burly African-American would have kicked my ass with ease - but then I saw that Kristen wasn't crying, she was smiling and dropping her hands while walking towards the intruder who was obviously not intruding after all.

"You man enough for me?" my baby was saying as she walked up to the man who was twice her size and as dark as she was pale.

"You know the answer to that," Isaac was saying as he let my daughter peel the shirt off of his massive upper torso, the muscles there partly because of the work he did for me. 

"You're so big and strong," Kristen was saying while her hands stroked the salt and pepper curls on Isaac's man boobs.

"Only got an hour though," Issac was saying as he raised his arms and gave Kristen a hug before linking his hands behind his head, making his already large biceps bulge even more. "I'm all sweaty. You don't mind though do you little girl?"

"Mmm," Kristen was purring, and then to my horror she leaned up and buried her face under Isaac's arm.

"That's it little girl," Isaac growled in a Barry White imitation while Kristen was slowly and erotically letting her tongue do the talking, licking the tight patch of curls as if it was ice cream instead of likely pungent armpit hairs. "Clean daddy up nice."

I'm Daddy. I wanted to scream that but I didn't, and after Kristen got done licking his pits she let him ease her down to her knees so she could undo his belt and trousers, and then she was tugging his boxer shorts down to his ankles.

"No baby," I sobbed when I watched her get the boxers off from around his ankles, my eyes fixated on what looked like a third leg hanging between Isaac's slightly bowed and muscular thighs.

"Oh mister, your dick is so big!" Kristen said as she lifted the ebony log while visually inspecting the vein riddle uncut penis that looking as long and thick as her arm, and after pulling on the thing and watching it act like a flesh accordion she giggled, "It's too big for me."

"Come on little girl. You know what Daddy likes," Isaac declared and he was right because while my baby couldn't get much more than the bulbous head of the inhuman organ into her mouth, it was apparently enough to make his cock harden.

Kristen had peeled back the foreskin and had concentrated on sucking the black cherry-hued glans of Isaac's manhood, which resembled a plum in both size and color, and while it didn't get much larger as it stiffened it was still an outrageously over-sized penis.

Kristen had her left hand wrapped around the shaft as best she could manage, stroking the massive tool while her other hand had gone between her own legs, and then she was being lifted up by Isaac and deposited on the bed.

"Mister, don't hurt me," Kristen said with a laugh while she spread her legs, but stopped him when it looked like he was going go down on her. "No, give it to me now. Only have a hour. I need that big black cock."

Kristen let out a cry when I guessed Isaac was pushing the head of his cock into that tiny hairless fold but from my vantage point all I could see was her writhing as Isaac eased down onto her.

Thirty five minutes later Issac was still pounding into Kristen, the two of them moving around into a number of positions with his ebony skin glistening with sweat while thrusting into my daughter with long deep strokes before letting out a roar that apparently ended with him cumming.

That was his second time violating my baby over the last half hour, and after he suspended himself over Kristen and let the droplets of sweat rain down on my baby girl for a minute he climbed up off of her and announced he had to go.

"I'll be back, maybe Friday," Isaac said as i got dressed. "Maybe you'll give me that ass then like you promised."

"I dunno. Kinda scared," she admitted.

"You said you did it before," Isaac said.

"He only had a little needle dick," Kristen's said as she held her thumb and index finger a distance apart that made me feel uncomfortable because it could well have applied to me. "Hardly felt it. Your fat dick would split my bottom in two."

"You were scared to even touch this monster at first, remember?" Isaac quipped as he gave his flaccid manhood a wiggle at Kristen before tucking it away.

"Yeah," Kristen sighed.

"Give me a peek at what I'm gonna miss," Isaac said, and then my daughter let her left leg drop over to the side, leaving her private parts wide open for his inspection.

"Omigod," I muttered when I saw my baby's abused womanhood, since the little fold that was so tight looking before was now a gaping tunnel that was so raw looking around the lips and oozing cum from the opening down between her legs.

"Why?" I muttered to no one. "How could you do that to my baby?"

As for myself, I was no better. In fact, I was worse. Much worse. On the wall and on the floor was the evidence that my disgust was superficial because I had enjoyed two orgasms myself.

My dick, reddened and drained, looked even more pathetic than ever, and after I pulled my trousers up and gave another look back to my daughter who was now resting after the event I left and went back to work.

***

I didn't say anything to Isaac when I got back to work, and managed to wait another day before asking him to come into my office for a meeting. This was a tricky situation not only because Isaac was a good employee who I could hardly afford to lose, but because what had gone on was off the clock and out of the workplace. Add that to the fact that my baby was not a baby despite what I often called her and what she looked like, but a legal woman, and I had a problem.

"Isaac," I said in staring the meeting in office behind a locked door. "You've been a great employee for many years."

"Uh-oh," Isaac said. "This sounds like a good-bye speech."

"No, hear me out," I said. "I just have to clear the air. Something was brought to my attention and I think it needs to be addressed because despite everybody being adults and all, I think you crossed the line. When you came into my house..."

"I know what you're going to say, Mr. Wallace," Isaac said as he raised his hand and looked apologetic as he sounded. "If I were you I would be upset too, believe me."

"You would?"

"Absolutely," Isaac agreed. "If you want me to resign..."

"No Isaac, that isn't it. I think we can work this out."

"You do?" Isaac said, and after I nodded he continued. "I would like that but I want you to know something. It wasn't my idea, I swear. She came on to me and I admit to being a man whose willpower doesn't exist when it comes to women, so when she made her move I was helpless. Besides, I got a thing for big titties and she sure has them."

"What?" I said in confusion as I thought of Kristen's breasts being considered large by anyone when they were hardly a mouthful.

"And we never did it in your bedroom," Isaac said. "Never even in your house. Paula..."

"Of course you did," I said before my voice went silent. "Wait. Paula?"

"Who did you..." Isaac started to ask and then stopped. "Oh. I know what you mean now. Your little girl."

"You mean you are fucking my wife - and my daughter?" I asked.

"Shit. You must have been looking through your peephole the other day," Isaac said, and that was when it was my turn to be shocked yet again.

"Maybe we should go out for a drink after work," Isaac suggested, and I nodded in agreement.

***

"Yeah, your little girl knows all about your peephole," Isaac informed me as we sat in a corner of the quiet bar near work. "She says that she puts on shows for you a lot when she thinks you're watching."

"Good grief."

"Hey, lot of girls have Daddy fantasies," Isaac explained. "Maybe she wants to fuck you."

"I could never."

"Just like to look huh?"

"Yeah," I heard myself admit. "I do. Always have."

"When you're in there watching her, do you - you know?" he asked as he moved his fist up and down, and I nodded although using a fist would be overkill.

"Don't blame you there because Kristen is a cute little fox," Isaac said. "Have to admit though when she first came on to me she scared me. I said to myself no way I'm going to jail no matter how sweet that pussy looks. Even made her show me her license so I knew she was old enough."

"She came on to you too?"

"Yeah. Guess she got wind of me and her Mom so she tracked me down and told me she wanted some or else she would rat us out," Isaac said. "She admitted later she wouldn't have but by then I was hooked. So was she. She's a crazy little girl. Kinky as hell, but then again..."

I knew what he was insinuating. A father who is a voyeur is pretty crazy himself.

"Got to ask you something," Isaac said as he spun the ice in his scotch. "When you were in there watching me and your little girl, did you - you know."

"You can be honest. It's just between me and you," Isaac said. "Heavens - I don't judge anything or anybody. Not with some of the things I've done. Matter of fact, it would turn me on knowing somebody is watching. Guess that I'm an exhibitionist, just like you're a - what do they call it? Voyeur?"

"Yes, I said. "That's what it's called and as for me pleasuring myself while watching you two having sex, guilty as charged."

"That's alright my man," Isaac said while clamping a big paw on my shoulder. "Like I said, it turns me on. Would have put on a better show if I knew you were there, but I figured you were at work."

"My wife though," I said.

"That I feel guilty about," Isaac admitted as he looked into his glass. "Your little girl? That don't bother me a bit, I have to admit. She's old enough and she was willing so that's good enough for me. Your wife though? There's a vow involved there. Didn't feel right about that at first and it still bothers me a bit, but a stiff dick has no conscience."

"What happened? How did she come on to you? It doesn't seem like her style, being so shy," I asked, having known her all my adult life and having sat next to her in church singing right along

"She told me afterward that she never cheated on you at all, and I believe her," Isaac said. "It was at the Christmas party a couple of years ago."

"A couple of years?" I whined as I thought about how many time my wife had let my employee have his way with her.

"Anyway, Paula had a couple of drinks and we were talking. Guess she caught me staring at her chest - hard not to even though she wasn't showing them off or anything," Isaac said. "I mentioned something about whether they were real or not and she said that they were all natural and after she had a baby they never shrunk back down and had even got bigger."

"True," I said. "She wasn't much bigger than Kristen back at her age."

"Anyway she offered to show them to me but I declined," Isaac explained. "Hell, we were all drinking and I didn't want to have that going on at the party, with all them fools around probably looking for shit to happen.

"Anyway she gets my cell phone number somehow and calls me up. Asks me if I wanted to see her tits - she called them breasts - since I seemed so interested at the party - and I said sure, so she sends me a picture of a big pair of tits."

"You're kidding."

"No, but the picture is just tits, so I figured it was a picture from the Internet and told her so. Said to show one with her face."

"Did she?"

"Yes. She sent a bunch of them. Selfies of her standing there looking nervous and naked to the waist."

"Damn," I muttered.

"Even sent me a picture of her bra. The size tag on it," Isaac said as he let out a low whistle. "Man, I didn't even know there was such a thing as a 32E bra."

"She's tiny everywhere else," I said while stating the obvious.

"Anyway, after I told her I was impressed she asked how impressed and I admitted I was jacking off as we spoke," Isaac admitted sheepishly. "Then she asked me to send a picture of my dick but I said no, and then I asked why she was teasing me like this."

"And?"

"She said that you had rented some DVD's and one of them had black guys with white girls," Isaac explained, and as I recalled that DVD he continued. "She said that she knew she was very naive and sheltered all her life but wanted to know if all black guys were big - you know - down there? She said that you were the only man she had even been with and - well, you don't want to hear this."

"Go ahead," I insisted, like anything said would much matter in context.

"Well, she said that you were kind of... as big as the black guys in the movie?" Isaac said. "So after I told her that didn't matter she said that the reason I wouldn't send her a picture was because I was small too. Sounds stupid but I sent her a photo of my dick, and then another one because she said there was no way to tell how big on was with nothing around it. Put a ruler under it and then she said it probably was like what I accused her of. You know, from the Internet? So I took one with my face showing."

"She called me back and said she wanted to meet with me," She said. She said she couldn't get that picture out of her mind and then said - oh man..."

"Go ahead."

"She asked if my cock was hard in that picture and I said no, because I had just cum while jacking to the pictures she sent me. She goes - I have to experience someone like you before I die," Isaac concluded. "You're twice as big as my husband."

"Sorry man. You asked," Isaac said. "That shit don't matter to me, but I don't mind the reaction."

"No, I did ask, and she's probably not far off," I confessed. "So you met?"

"Yes. We met at a motel and it was supposed to be one night," Isaac said. "Those tits though, I can't resist them and she was so tight! Took me a half hour to get inside of her that first time. She was tighter than your daughter."

"But it wasn't just one time," I said, and Isaac nodded.

"That photography class she's been taking?" Isaac said, indicating that her Tuesday evenings out were not spent behind a camera and in fact were just the opposite.

"She took a movie of us," Isaac said. "If you want you can have a copy."

"No," I said, but after a few moments of silence I told him what I really wanted.

"You ain't one of those guys that sits on the end of the bed and wants to play with himself while I fuck his wife are you?"

"No. I want to watch where I'm by myself and she wouldn't know."

"While you're watching, are you going to be looking at me or her?"

"I'll be looking at you both, but outside of being very impressed and also quite envious of your rather outrageous equipment, it's the watching that excites me," I explained. "I've always wanted to see Paula with another man, so this would be perfect for me."

"You going to the motel and watch from the closet or something?"

"No, I have a better idea," I said.

***

"I still don't like the idea of being in my house," Paula said as she watched Isaac cover my daughter's bed with new bedding. 

"It's okay," Isaac said as he wrapped his arm around my diminutive spouse from behind, and as he looked up toward the peephole he continued while kneading Paula's breasts with his equally large paws. "Going a week without getting to play with these whoppers drives me crazy, you know that?"

"Oh, easy babe," Paula protested. "Hubby has been playing with them a lot lately, and they're a little sore." 

"Oh, he getting frisky?" Isaac said with a wink to me while pulling Paula's sweater over her head.

"Always has but lately he's been crazy."

"He been fucking you good?"

"It's always good. That's not what this is about with you and me," Paula told Isaac and her bra came off and her enormous pendulous breasts eased down to her waist and got cradled in Isaac's palms. "This is just different.

"Tell me," he continued as he pushed Paula's bottoms down until he had exposed the healthy bush curls that formed a dense triangle around her sex.

"Your skin - it's so black next to mine," Paula sighed while looking down at the hands on her jugs.

"What else?"

"You know."




Crossing the Line



"Tell me."

"Your cock..."

What about it?"

"Your cock. It's so big. So black. So different in every way," Paula almost sobbed. "I can't believe how big a man can be!"

"And you want it," Isaac chuckled but Paul was already on her way down to her knees, yanking down Isaac's trousers and boxers in one fell swoop while it was sounding like she was speaking in tongues. "You want that big black cock don't you? You want all 10" in that hairy cunt of yours, don't you?"

"Yeah Momma!" Isaac crowed as my wife attacked the monster cock with her hands and mouth, trying to stuff the whole thing down her throat while Isaac looked at the peephole and winked.

For the record, it took him 8 minutes to cum down Paula's throat, and by then I was squirting my second load onto the wall and floor. The night had only just begun and the two hadn't even gotten naked and hit the bed yet, I noted as I settled in for a night full of fun viewing.

***

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Crossing the Line



When I crossed her bikini line with my tongue, heading for the Promised Land, it was the beginning of a new world. 

It was much more than a physical boundary, where whether to wax or not is a big deal.

But, more importantly, it was a boundary between an employee and her boss. Julia's my boss, and now she's my lover. She's older than me, in her late thirties, but she has a great body. Every time I see her naked, I have an urge to eat her pussy or fuck her with the strap-on we bought at a place that sells sex toys.

When I was hired, she seemed a pain in the ass to me, a real bitch. But there was something about her that appealed to me. 

At 5:30 one night, as the office emptied out , I asked her to join me for drink at the bar across from our office, so that we could get better acquainted. Julia looked me up and down, as if it were the first time she noticed me. Luckily, I'd worn my sexiest outfit, which showed my tits and ass to good advantage. Maybe she was lonely since her lover Louise left for L.A. I hoped that was true because I was also between lovers.

Julia looked pretty good to me, if she were able to unwind. I'd dreamt of getting her naked, and then using my tongue on her boobs, ass, and cunt - the usual thing. I'd been hoping to bed her, but the only way I could figure out to find out if she was responsive to me was to get her away from the office, to a pleasant place. I invited her to the bar , and she accepted, after a short delay.

After we ordered drinks, I leaned forward and put one hand, ever so gently, on her knee, under her short skirt. "If you don't mind my asking," I said. "Are you looking for someone special? That's what I'm doing."

Instead of answering my question, she said, "Are you trying to seduce me, Ann?"

I replied, "Sorry about the hand on your knee. It's an old habit of mine."

"Don't be sorry, she said. " I like the feeling but wanted to make sure of your intentions."

I was confused at that point and started to pull my hand away. But she put her hand over mine, 

"It's OK," she said. "Keep your hand there." She smiled brightly at me, as if she hadn't invited me to touch her in a very private place, while we sat in a very public place. 

We had more drinks. I moved my hand further up her thigh, meeting no resistance. I wanted to stay there, heading for her pussy with my hand, but she said, " Let's go back to the office, where it's private."

When we arrived at the office she hung up her coat and held out her hand for my coat. After putting the coats away, Julia turned, hugged me, and kissed me on the lips. 

"Let's see if you're a just a little bitch, trying to seduce your boss," she said.

"Of course I'm trying to seduce you, " I said. "Is that hard to believe? You're very attractive, and I think you're ready for a love affair. I know that I'm ready for one. Take your Goddam clothes off!"

While keeping her eyes on mine, she stripped slowly for me. Then she came close and started to unbutton my blouse, saying "Let's see what you have for me, Anne."

It was a scene of erotic tension when we stood there, close together and naked. I pushed her back, against her desk, and said, " Lean all the way back for me, on the desk ." She got onto the desk, on her back. Then I pulled her panties down around her shoes. 

"Spread wide for me," I said, "show me your pussy!" She did I asked, and that was when I leaned down and used my tongue to explore past her bikini line, into her hot cunt.

"Oh God!" she said. "I'm going to come."

But I wanted more. "Raise your legs and put them over my shoulders, " I told her.

"Why should I?" she asked. "Just do it!" I told her. She did as I asked.

After she put her feet over my shoulders, the perineum, the sensitive path between her asshole and vagina, was fully exposed. I licked my way along that path , which is lined with sensitive nerve endings. After something like ten minutes of that treatment, she moaned and came -- covering my head with her juices. I was in lesbian heaven! I've tasted cunt before, but none as sweet as hers.

After we cleaned up, Julia and I took a cab to her place. I've lived there ever since. At first we came to work at different times so that others at work wouldn't know about our love affair. 

But we decided that was silly. Now we live together openly, and to Hell with anyone who objects! Life is good and the sex is fantastic.

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Copyright 2005 by Lesly Sloan. This story may not be distributed or copied without the express permission of the author. All comments are welcome.



Crossing The Line



I don't know what made me go on the online dating site. Curiosity, maybe. I think I just wanted to see if anyone would still find me attractive and what my options would be if I finally made the decision to leave my husband. Things had become unbearable. He was drunk most nights, fully back into his addiction. I had promised I would never live this life again, and yet here I was. When men started messaging me, I got nervous. What did I say to them? I didn't want to lead anyone on. I was "just looking." 

Then one guy's status caught my eye. It said, "I'm not the kind of guy you take home to your family." And he had a photo of Racer X from "Speed Racer" as his second profile pic. That made me laugh, so I had to message that he had a cheesy pickup line, but I had always liked Racer X. He said that I was the first girl to know who that was, and then proceeded to tell me that he really wasn't the guy you take home. "You should flee," he said. Hmm. Saying that only made me want to stay. This one was intriguing.

We went on to flirt for a couple weeks, him saying all the right things: that I looked like a nice girl but he could tell I was tempted and that that was okay. Other guys who tried to chat were either boring or too demanding, wanting naked pictures and making rude comments. This guy really knew how to walk that fine line between sexy and creepy. He told me I was beautiful and I deserved to be happy. He would take his time with me until I was ready for him. 

I was walking around in a constant state of arousal. This was fun. I started checking my account in the middle of the night, and as soon as my husband left for work, I would chat with him and touch myself. One morning, he asked me to call him, and we told each other our deepest fantasies while we made ourselves cum. I loved hearing his voice when he climaxed, knowing that I had turned him on. 

He said he wanted to make my fantasies come true. This was so bad, but it was so exciting! And it was only make-believe; right? I told him that it would probably never happen for real, and I understood if he didn't want to waste his time just chatting with me, but I wasn't ready. He said that the naughty talk was fun for him too and that he wouldn't rush me. 

I got home one night after working a 12-hour day and found my husband passed out, drunk, again. I wanted to call my new friend, now that I knew his number, but I didn't want to be indiscreet, so I texted him that I wanted to call him but didn't want to get him in trouble. I said, "... but I'm tempted." Texting was risky too. I'd have to remember to lock my phone. I had only one short appointment the next morning and then I would be free for the rest of the day. My mind was spinning with ideas. Maybe we'd have phone sex in my office. I was going to be in an empty satellite office. I could do whatever I wanted there.

I got in the bathtub and received a text saying, "I'm sorry I missed you. Tempted to do what?" 

I texted back, "To call you." 

He sent a disappointed "Oh. I thought you were tempted to do something else." 

Then I wrote back, "What would you most like to do with my afternoon off tomorrow?" 

He instantly replied, "Get a hotel room and have sex." 

I hesitated for a moment and then wrote, "Let's do it." 

He couldn't believe I really meant it, but I did. I was shaking so badly, but I was also very, very excited. Could I go through with it? In over two decades of marriage, I'd never cheated on my husband, but I wanted out, and this was definitely a way to force myself to disconnect from him. Plus, we hadn't had sex in over four years. With medical issues and alcoholism, my husband wasn't able to fuck me. And I really, really wanted -- needed - to be fucked. 

The next morning, I was trembling as I groomed and trimmed my pussy for the adventure that was to come. I couldn't shave it -- it would be too obvious -- but I made it look pretty. Then I put on some lacey black panties and a black bra. I didn't wear any stockings but put on my favorite dress and some black boots. It was all I could do to get through my meeting. I was shaking and felt a little sick to my stomach, but I was also already very wet, just thinking about what was to come. 

When I arrived at the hotel, I took a seat at the bar and ordered a drink. I rarely drank, but my heart was beating so fast, I really felt like I needed to calm myself down. I could tell when he entered the room. I could just feel someone looking at me. He came up behind me and kissed me on the cheek. I rose to my feet and gave him a hug. It was so weird to be meeting him in person. He smelled so good, and his body was a lot more muscular than I expected. I knew he had to stay in shape for his job with the Army, but wow! And his arms and chest weren't the only parts of him that were hard. That made me smile. I felt very sexy for the first time in a long time. 

We sat at a little curved booth and talked for a little while. He said, "Did you tell anyone where you were going today?" 

I said, "Of course not." 

Then he told me I had nothing to fear from him, but for my own safety, I really should have told a friend where I was going. That made me feel a little nervous but reassured all at the same time. He said if I didn't like him or had changed my mind, I could leave and he'd understand. 

I touched his arm with my hand, looked him in the eyes and smiled at him. I wasn't going anywhere. He leaned over and kissed me. Softly at first, then running his tongue along my lower lip and just inside my mouth. His hand rested on my knee and then pushed my dress up just an inch or so as he deepened the kiss. I think I moaned a little, heard myself say, "Let's go," and rose to my feet.

The moment the elevator doors shut, we were making out like teenagers. We couldn't get enough. The ride was too short but also too long. He opened the door to the room and I threw my coat and purse on the dresser. He backed me up against the wall and continued exploring my mouth with his tongue. He held my hands above my head with one of his hands and used the other to slide down my body, just brushing the sides of my breasts, around my waist, and then cupping my ass. He pulled me in towards him and I could feel his erection. It felt huge. I could barely breathe and my mouth was dry. I literally was hot all over. He ravaged my mouth with his tongue, causing me to arch my back and push myself closer to him. I was no longer nervous. I was incredibly wet and ready and I had to get my hands on him. 

I pulled my hands loose and put my arms behind his neck so I could kiss him more deeply. Then I explored his upper body with my hands and unbuttoned his shirt. His arms were so strong. I kissed his chest and biceps and then playfully ran my tongue over his nipple. Now he was groaning. He said, "I've been fantasizing about this since the moment we first met. I need to be inside you." He unzipped my dress as he kissed my neck and I stepped out of it. I unzipped his pants and they fell to the floor as well. 

He backed me over to the bed and I sat on the edge while he kneeled in front of me and took my bra and boots off. Then he leaned me back and licked and sucked on each of my nipples, lightly nipping with his teeth. God, that felt so good. I was learning things about my own body that I never knew. He then slowly kissed his way down my body, past my belly button to the lacey top of my panties. I was panting with need. I couldn't stand it! He said, "You are so beautiful, so soft. You deserve to be loved."

He eased my already soaked panties down and parted my lips with his fingers, but he didn't touch me anywhere else yet. It looked like he was just admiring the view. Then he rubbed both thumbs up from the bottom of my slick wet opening up to the top of my labia, but he didn't touch my clit. And it really wanted to be touched. He said, "You have the most perfect pussy. It looks like a ripe juicy peach, just waiting to be tasted." 

He bent his head and licked my clit so softly, his tongue barely moved, but to me, it was like a jolt of electricity shot through me. I started to grind and tried to pull him closer to me, but he wouldn't give me what I wanted. He licked and kissed my thighs and all around my slit, only kissing my clit when I couldn't stand it anymore. "Please," I begged. 

"Please what?" he answered.

"Please don't stop."

His warm lips enveloped me and his tongue flicked across my most sensitive spot, making it erect. I was so wet; I wanted to cum, but I wanted him inside me more. I tried to sit up, but he gently pushed me back down and said, "Relax. We're in no hurry. I want to make you cum and then lick up all of your sweet juices. You taste so good."

He proceeded to tease me with his tongue, burying his whole face in my cunt, his nose, his chin, rubbing every part of my outer sex. Then he began to circle the opening of my slit with his fingers again, rubbing right around and just barely inside. Oh, yeah - right there. He then pushed his two fingers a little more inside me and said, "God, you are tight. I don't want you like a virgin. I want to be able to fuck you hard without hurting you."

I said, "Don't worry about me. I want you inside me. Please!"

"Not yet," he said. "I want you ready." 

As he sucked on my clit, his tongue swirling around and up and down, he pushed deeper into me with each stroke of his fingers. I felt the delicious first tingle of orgasm spread through me, going from my toes to my head and back again. I whimpered and thrust my hips to meet his strokes. I cried out as the waves of my orgasm crashed over me, making me shudder and making my vagina pulse around his still stroking fingers. 

I lay there, trying to catch my breath, as he lovingly kissed my thighs, then my stomach, working his way back up to my mouth. As he kissed me deeply, I could taste my pussy juices on his tongue. To taste the salty sweetness was a little strange but terribly arousing. I hugged him hard to me, so grateful for the gift he had given me. He had made me feel desirable again.

Then it was my turn. I leaned up and grabbed him around the waist and pushed his boxers down. I wanted to see this large cock that I had felt through his pants. Because he was still kneeling at the end of the bed, it was at eye level, so I had a good vantage point. It really was magnificent. It was so hard, but yet the skin was as soft as velvet. I couldn't wait to taste him. 

With my tongue, I licked the pre-cum from the tip. Then I swirled my tongue all around like I was licking an ice cream cone. I licked up from the base to the tip, then moved my tongue back and forth along the underside of the sensitive head. I surrounded his head with my warm mouth and started to move him in and out by grabbing his hips. He started breathing heavy and moaning and running his fingers through my hair. I was so happy that I could make him feel good and I loved the way he smelled and tasted - all male. Making him moan like that made me feel powerful, and I was getting hotter by the minute. I totally lost myself in sliding him in and out, making him fuck my mouth. He interrupted me by putting his hand on my shoulder and saying, "I want to cum while I'm inside you." 

He grabbed a condom out of his pants pocket and quickly put it on. We somehow ended up at the top of the bed, with him lying half next to me and half on top of me. I knew he wanted to fuck me immediately, but he ran his hand up and down my naked body and kissed me thoroughly. He said, "Are you sure?" 

I pulled him the rest of the way on top of me and put my legs around him. That was all the invitation he needed. He slid the tip of his penis up and down along my slippery wet cunt, teasing my clit with it and then returning to my tight opening. He took my face in his hands and said, "Open your eyes." I did, and he entered me slowly. Oh, God! It was like someone had plugged my nervous system into an electrical socket. Every nerve ending in my body was alive and I was feeling things I hadn't felt in a long, long time. 

He carefully stroked my insides with his beautiful cock, but I knew he was holding back. He said, "I know I'm big, and I don't want to hurt you." I had to promise that I'd tell him if I wanted him to stop or slow down. Then I grabbed his ass and pulled him into me. "Holy Mother of God," he said at the same time that I let out an expletive of my own. I don't even know what I said. His voice husky, he whispered in my ear, "God, you are so sweet. You feel so fucking good. You deserve to be happy." That was something I really needed to hear. 

Then he once again used his thumbs to spread my labia lips apart and ground into me with each thrust. I've never been able to have an orgasm only from intercourse, but this was really working for me. Being held open like that, every thrust brought his pubic area directly in contact with my wet clit, making me quiver and pant. He really knew what he was doing. 

He wouldn't let me close my eyes, and as we kissed deeply and stared into each other's eyes, I could feel the tension building in my muscles. My breath was coming fast and so was his. I never wanted this feeling to stop, as he thrust into me repeatedly, his cock caressing every hidden part of me. I whispered, "I'm going to cum," just as I had on the phone a couple days before, and as before, this triggered him to lose himself. He groaned and said a lot of wonderfully sexy things in my ear. As I climaxed, my pussy muscles squeezed him like a vise, and he lost himself in me. It seemed like there was wave after wave of aftershocks for both of us as we lay panting and gasping for air. 

Eventually, he rolled partially off of me and we just lay for what seemed like a long time, not talking. Then he kissed my neck, my shoulder, my lips, and told me how sweet and pretty I was. What girl doesn't want to hear that all day long? But he also knew that I was feeling guilty, and I think he was trying to keep me from losing it. We talked a little and, eventually, we dozed a bit with him spooning me from behind. 

I awoke later to feel something hard pressing against my ass and, laughing, I said, "You better put a condom on that thing if you want to put it anywhere in or around me." He laughed too and got up and got one. I knew I was not his only "friend." I had to be careful. 

When he came back, he resumed his position, and while nibbling on my ear and caressing my whole body, he slid his sweet prick into me from behind. Then he reached around and rubbed my clit like I had wanted him to do from the first. It did not take long for me to cum, but this time, my climax did not trigger his. He kept stroking me, both inside and out, over and over, until I was about to come again. 

Then he flipped me flat onto my stomach and covered both of my hands with his, our arms bent at the elbows. He drove himself into me, rotating his hips with each thrust, his feet pushing against the mattress in an alternating rhythm, reaching every bit of my inner self. It was almost too much. I started to feel a little panicky. I couldn't catch my breath, could barely see, and I didn't know if I could handle any more sensations. The tide that had been rising inside me finally broke through to the surface, and when I came, it was with a primal guttural noise. This time, he let go and came with me, adding his own animalistic sounds to mine. He had used up every ounce of my energy, leaving me a hot, spent, soaked mess. And I loved it.

Sometime later, we decided it would be a good idea to shower before we left to go home. Since the idea was to get clean and stay that way, I went in by myself. After a couple minutes, though, he opened the shower curtain and stepped in. "I couldn't resist," he said sheepishly. 

We kissed slowly as we rubbed our soapy hands up and down each other's back. I felt very close to him. He lovingly soaped my breasts and then moved to my vagina and cleaned it very thoroughly. I then returned the favor and soaped up his balls and penis. I couldn't believe it. He was getting hard again. 

"You're a beast," I said. 

We moved back to the bed, and this time, I straddled myself on top of him, slowly lowering myself onto his now fully erect cock. He really was huge, and in this position, it was almost too much for me to take. I carefully raised and lowered myself until I could take him all in. Then I leaned forward and rocked my hips back and forth while kissing him. He pulled me closer and sucked on my nipples while I rode him. As he did this, he spread me apart again, this time from behind, and, using my own juices for lubrication, lightly fingered my asshole. This made me squirm and grind my pelvis harder into his. Oh, my God! I was going to cum again. It was almost embarrassing how easily he could make me cum.

As soon as my pussy stopped spasming, he flipped me onto my back, put my legs up over his shoulders, and fucked me deep. It was like he couldn't go deep enough. It hurt a little, but I was not about to tell him to stop. And then there was no pain anymore, only pleasure. When he came, he was louder this time, groaning and grunting and saying things like, "You have the sweetest pussy. I love to make you cum. If you were mine, I'd fuck you every day." I didn't know if he said this to everyone, but at that moment, it didn't matter. I felt beautiful and desirable and sexy as hell. 

Later, after we'd showered again, separately this time, we left the room holding hands, and he walked me to my car. He kissed me tenderly goodbye, and we promised we'd get together regularly. He said he couldn't get enough. As we drove home to our respective families, I relived every minute of my illicit tryst and wondered how I would be able to go home and act like my life hadn't just been irrevocably changed.



Crossing the Line



This is my first story ever. Comments and criticisms would be appreciated. I hope you enjoy it.

*****

Herc and I had been best friends for years; we flirted off and on, and sure, I lusted after him a bit, but nothing would ever come of it. Like I said, we were best friends, that's a line you just don't cross.

Both of us were big cinema fans, so getting together about once a month for a movie was nothing new. Since this wasn't a romantic thing I didn't feel the need to dress up. I wore a pair of thin, loose fitting, black sweats and a white tank top. I pulled my long, auburn hair up into a loose bun. I glanced in the mirror anyway, wondering if I looked presentable. The top was flattering; it stopped just short of my navel showing off my belly ring. The sweats hung a little lower than I would have liked; you could see the top of my panties. I tugged my sweats up a bit and tied them in place.

It was my turn to pick the movie and Herc's turn to bring the wine. I had decided on Pitch Black, starring Vin Diesel, and Herc showed up about a quarter past eight.

He wore a red flannel over a gray tank top and jeans. His tattoos peeked out from the collar of his tank top and the sleeves of his flannel were rolled up, showing off his muscular forearms. I knew that under that flannel he had tribal half sleeves that ran up both arms to just his collar bone. His blond hair was gelled up into a faux hawk, drawing attention to the gauges in his ears. He caught me staring and gave me a smile that could have been for a Colgate commercial, if it hadn't been tinged with something less than innocent. 

Like I said earlier, I lusted after him but I would never do anything. Oh, sure, it was lots of fun toeing the line ever so often; but one should never cross that line if they wanted to stay friends. I invited him in and we shared a brief hug. As I walked ahead of him to the couch, I turned and caught his gaze traveling down my body, pausing at the bare expanse of skin at my hips. I blushed and hiked my sweats up a bit more, I heard him chuckle behind me.

***

We had a quarter of a bottle of wine left between us and were near the end of the movie where Reddick pulls that woman underneath him by her hips... I'd have been lying if I said I hadn't soaked my lacey, black panties or that my size 36C breasts hadn't been aching for attention. The fact that I had no bra on and the fabric was rubbing against my erect nipples didn't help any...

While my attention had been on the screen, Herc's attention had been on me. "So, is it the man handling or Vin Diesel that has you so turned on right now?" He asked me. 

Normally, I'd have turned three shades of red and ignored him; but thanks to the wine, I met Herc's eyes and said boldly, "The man handling. I would love for a man to grab my hips like that. For him to make me feel like a woman and show me he's in control." 

A look crossed his face that had never been there before: pure, unadulterated lust. Before I knew what was happening, Herc had me pinned to the couch. My writs held immobile over my head, our bodies touching from the hips down, and only a breath of space between our lips. I was completely stunned. "What the hell are you doing?!" I asked.

"Giving you what you wanted. I'm taking control. Tell me you don't want this and I'll get off of you." He replied. I looked him in the eyes, trying to see if he was joking; besides being slightly bleary from the wine, his eyes were completely serious. I felt my heart start to pound in my chest.

I couldn't deny I was turned on, I was wet and my body ached for him but I couldn't cross that line with him. I wanted to say yes, but instead I said, "I don't want this; we're both a little tipsy and we're best friends. Best friends don't sleep together." I started to sit up, but Herc didn't budge. 

Instead he leaned in and kissed me. I tensed, expecting something hard and forceful, but instead it was passionate and probing. My mind was racing, I had fantasized about kissing him so many times but had never expected it to feel this good. 

He used one knee to spread my legs apart, I could immediately tell he was more than happy to be there. The size of the bulge pressing against my aching pussy made me wet enough to soak through my sweats. Somewhere in the midst of this make-out session, Herc had switched both of my wrists to one hand. His free hand roamed my body, caressing my breasts through my top. I moaned into his mouth.

He pulled back and looked at me triumphantly. "I thought you said you didn't want this, Nikki." his hand moved down between our bodies, until it was between my legs; rubbing and teasing through my sweats. "Your body is saying something differently." 

"No means no. Get off of me." I said a little breathlessly. It sounded weak and non-convincing even to my own ears. I struggled against his hand, trying to free my wrists. I had no luck. He tightened his grip as he kissed and nipped the side of my neck, not paying a bit of attention to my halfhearted objections. He slid his hand inside my panties; the way his fingers felt as they teased my clit set me on fire. I bit back another moan. 

Two of his fingers dipped inside me while his thumb still played with my clit, my hips bucked against his hand. He whispered in my ear "Your lips say, 'no', but your body is begging me, 'yes'. This doesn't have to change anything; we can stay friends." He paused, sucking my earlobe into his mouth; lightly dragging his teeth across it as he pulled away. "If I let go of your wrists, are you going to fight me?" he asked. I thought about it before answering him, my body burning with desire. Did I really want to stop? No. No I did not.

I shook my head no. As soon as he let go of my wrists, I grabbed a hand full of his hair and jerked his face up so I could kiss him. I pulled back long enough to look him in the eyes and say, "Fuck me like you mean it, Herc."

He smiled at me, "Gladly; but first, I want to feel your mouth on me." He climbed off of me and I moved to floor.

I knelt in front of him as I undid his pants and pulled down his boxers. Herc was hung. I stared at him for a moment, surprise plainly showing on my face. His cock was at least seven inches long and two inches wide. I had never, in my life, dealt with anything that big. I was eager to try.

I looked up at Herc as I slowly licked the entire length of his shaft, from base to tip. I worked one hand up and down his cock, while the other caressed his testicles. Once I had reached the tip, I took as much as I could into my mouth; it was a tight fit. The thought of how it would feel inside my pussy made me ache more.

I worked my tongue in tight, hot, wet circles along the tip of him for a moment before continuing down his shaft. The sound of his moans excited me and I tightened my grip as I worked my hand faster at the base of his cock. 

Herc pulled my hair free of the bun it was in and it fell around me like a curtain. He grabbed two handfuls of my auburn locks; effectively holding my head immobile as he started fucking my mouth. He picked up his pace more and almost gagged me in the process. When I tried to pull away he tightened his grip in my hair and said, "I'm in control." as he gave me a wicked look. My body tightened in response. Herc pumped into my mouth a few more times before one final, deep thrust that emptied his balls down my throat. Forcing me to swallow his hot, salty load.

He looked at me with a satisfied smile on his face and said, "Your turn, Nikki." With that he stood, lifting me to my feet. He kissed me hard once and pulled my shirt over my head. He stopped, looking at the skin he had exposed. Herc dropped to his knees in front of me, leaving him face level with my breasts. He kissed and nibbled his way from my breasts to my hip bone. I ran my hands through his hair, my head tilted back, and a moan building in my throat. The feel of his hands, lips, and teeth on my body was intoxicating. I felt him pull my sweats and panties down at the same time, leaving me completely bare to him. I looked down to find him staring at me, an impish smile tugging at his lips. 

"Step out of your clothing and sit back down on the edge of the couch, legs spread." He ordered. I eagerly obeyed.

Herc locked eyes with me as he knelt between my legs and kissed up my thigh; stopping just short of my pussy. "Put your legs on my shoulders." 

Once again, I obeyed. Herc gripped my hips and pulled me closer to him; I could feel his warm breath on me. He kept eye contact as he slowly slid two fingers inside me. His tongue flicked across my clit and my hips bucked in response. The sight of this gorgeous man between my legs was by far the most erotic thing I had ever seen. 

A small moan escaped my lips as I tilted my head back, eyes closed. I ran my hands up my body to my breasts. I pinched my own nipples; enjoying the slight pain mixed with the pleasure he was giving me. 

Herc quickened his rhythm. His fingers sliding in and out of me. His tongue mirroring what I had done earlier to him, moving in tight circles around my clit. I felt my orgasm building, I ran my hand through his hair and grabbed a tight handful when it hit me. I moaned his name as he kept tormenting my body, slowly bringing me down from my climax. 

Herc stood, stripped his remaining clothing off, and knelt back down in front of me. I leaned forwarded, kissing him hard and passionately. He pulled back, looked me in the eyes, and asked me if I was ready. I nodded 'yes'. He gripped my hips again; pulling me off the edge of the couch, guiding me down on to his thick, hard cock. 

We both moaned. I felt so full, like the sheer size of him hardly left me room to breathe. The pain of him straining to fit into my tight pussy was only balanced out by the pleasure of finally giving my body what it wanted. We looked at each other, both a little shocked and afraid to move. "Are you ok?" he asked.

"Yea, Herc, I'm ok." I answered. 

He looked at me a moment; "Do you want to continue?" The concern for my wellbeing was all over his face, but there was a tiny bit of hope in his eyes. 

I smiled at him, "I'm pretty sure I already told you to fuck me like you mean it."

Herc chuckled deep in his throat and lowered me to the floor. His weight supported by his forearms, my legs wrapped around his hips. I leaned up and kissed along his jaw line as I felt him start thrusting into me. The first couple of thrusts were slow, letting each other get used to it, then it changed. Herc leaned down and whispered in my ear, "I almost forgot you liked to be man handled."

He stopped long enough to grab my wrists and pin them above my head again with one hand. His other hand was on my hip, his fingers digging in as his thrusts got harder and faster. I moaned as I rocked my hips up to meet him thrust for thrust; loving feeling of him slamming into my body. 

Just when I started to feel myself get close, Herc pulled out of me and flipped me to all fours. He reached around me, rubbing my clit again as he slammed his huge cock into my already sore and sensitive pussy. I moaned, rocking back against him, loving every inch of him inside me. His hand moved from my clit to my hair as he grabbed a handful, forcing my head back. Herc leaned down kissing up my spine to my shoulders; once he reached my shoulder he bit me, hard. He whispered in my ear, "Something to remember this by." 

He straightened up, released my hair, and shoved my shoulders down into the carpet. I felt both of his hands dig into my hips again. Herc pulled me into him, making me meet him every time he slammed into me hard and fast. The force of this thrusts left him almost grunting behind me. The perfect mix of pain and pleasure did me in; I felt my body tighten around him as I screamed his name. Herc slammed into me two more times and then he moaned, coming inside me; my orgasm milking every drop out of him. 

We both collapsed to floor and laid there; spooning, catching our breath, and basking in the afterglow of our orgasms. Eventually I rolled over and looked at Herc and found him smiling at me.

"What are you grinning about?" I asked. 

He chuckled and replied, "So much for best friends not sleeping together."



Crossing the Line



I sit down in my seat, not looking forward to another long afternoon of lecture, with nothing but my fantasies to keep me awake.

I hear a rustling to the side of me, and I spot a tiny little thing making her way to a seat right in front of me. I can't see her face, just the tight little ass wiggling as she tries to squeeze by the other students. Her short skirt sways with each step, and as she bends down to put her backpack on the ground, I'm treated to a glimpse of some black lace french cut panties hugging two full cheeks.

Now I'm wide awake. I get so turned on by the little peek of panties; sometimes I think a woman clothed is even more sexy than one naked. And the peek of panties or bra is like peeling back the wrapper of a special christmas gift. Seeing that black lace cup the cheek of her ass has my mouth wide open. It's all I can do not to reach out and caress her. 

She leans back in her seat, pushing out her chest, exposing just for a moment her small breasts under her white tank top, nipples poking out. Her legs cross, and her skirt rides up her smooth and silky thighs. I swallow hard, thinking that this might be an interesting afternoon.

This vision rests her head on the back of her seat, twisting just a tad to the right, her long hair baring her neck; it's all I can do not to lean over and press my lips on that neck.

Suddenly, she looks right at me, I see her face for the first time and I realize it's you, my online friend Marie. We've been chatting for a while now, sharing fantasies and secrets, exploring each other's mind. But, we're both spoken for, so all it's been is talk.

I'm surprised to see you here, but I reach down to hug you, plant a kiss on your cheek.

"What are you doing here?!" I ask excitedly. 

"I came to see you...and surprise you!" 

"Yeah you sure accomplished that! Hey let's cut out of here, I've got a better idea!" you tell me. You grab my hand and lead me out of the class that is about to begin in a few minutes. 

I must admit, it was a very pleasant surprise to see you in class like that. Before I could see your face, the only thing that was in my mind was wondering just who this gorgeous little hottie was. 

So I pull you outside, and at that first touch of our hands I know I'll have a hard time ever letting go.

"C'mon, babe, let's go to the ballfield, no one is there right now, we'll just hang out in the stands and talk for a while."

You just laugh..."sure, sure, we're just going to talk. Somehow, John, I find that hard to believe. Remember, hon, I'm MARRIED! We can talk, maybe I'll even let you kiss me for a minute, but we can't take this any further than that."

Well, that just stops me in my tracks. "No further than that....but what about our emails, our fantasies, those great ideas we shared?"

"Listen, John, I've told you how wet I got after reading your stories, that was the truth; but that is all just talk, just a dream world. This is reality, and the reality is that I've got a husband, you've got a girlfriend, and this is just a chance for us to meet face-to-face. We can hold each other, we can kiss a bit, but that's as far as I want to take it."

Shit, I think to myself, but really, this is even more than I could have ever hoped for.

"Okay, Marie, I see what you're saying. I'm just happy to see you, so let's go hang out for a while."

By this time we're at the ballfield, and we climb the steps to the top of the bleachers. No one is there, we've got the place to ourselves, and the sun is shining upon us. As we climb those stairs, my eyes are glued to your ass, those panties are working themselves up into the crack of your ass with each step. My cock is growing harder than it's been in a while.

As we reach the top, you turn towards me, arms outstretched, and grab me into a hug. Mmmm, god it feels good. I can feel your heart beating as you press against me. My hands travel down your body, it's only a moment before I reach the warmth of your thighs, then slowly glide them up again, but this time going under your skirt.

The heat from the sun and the energy from the stairclimbing have combined to give a fine sheen of sweat to your skin. It just adds to the smoothness, and my fingers are gliding along, just as I reach your panties, our lips collide.

To call it a kiss would be an injustice; this is so much more. Long-repressed hunger is unleashed. Our tongues duel, tangled in a web of sensuality, fueled by pure lust. Your lips circle my tongue, milking it like you'd milk a cock, your teeth nipping ever-so-slightly. Now my tongue traces your lips, trying to get yours to come out. 

Our breathing has grown deeper, and our hands are wandering more and more. You gasp as you feel my fingers snaking under your lace, cupping your ass and pulling your body tightly against mine. You can feel just how big my cock has grown. Your own fingers fumble with my zipper, tugging it down and unbuttoning my jeans.

My lips make their way wetly down your neck, you face is turned up towards the sun and I can feel the moans in your throat. I let loose with a moan of my own when I feel your small fingers reach into my boxers and set free my cock. It feels so slick as your fingers spread the fluid already leaking from the tip.

"Oh John, your cock feels so good, so thick, hon, I think I like this."

And at just that moment my fingers are reaching between your legs, finding your syrupy dew...

You jump back at my touch. "Oh fuck, hon, that feels so good...but we can't. Really, we can't."

My cock is bouncing in the air; I stutter for a moment. "C'mon, Marie, what are you talking about. You see how I'm feeling, I felt how you're feeling, you can't deny what is so right."

"Yeah, I know I'm wet, I know I want you, and I felt just how much you want me; but that doesn't change what I said before. Look, John, tell you what....let's just sit down and I'll show you a treat, just like in that story you wrote. And as you're watching me, I want you to stroke yourself, I want to see you cum for me."

You sit down on the bench, your legs spread wide; our eyes are locked together as your hands glide up your thighs. You push aside your panties with one hand, and spread yourself open with the other. Your pussy glistens in the sunlight, your lips slightly puffy and pink. You start to moan again as your fingers trace your lips, parting your crease and circling your clit. Your hips are swaying as you strum, and your fingers begin to move even faster.

My cock is leaking copious amount of slickness; my hand a blur as I stroke. I can see that your own eyes are glazing over, and I want you even more than before.

I reach out and grab that long hair of yours, and in the same movement take the few steps to reach you. My cock is right next to your face. You look up at me, surprised that I'm so close.

"John! I told you, we can't....c'mon hon, I want to see you cum, I want to cum for you....go back over there and sit down. I'm so fucking close, I'll let you suck the juice off my fingers when I'm done."

I just shake my head, and my hand winds your hair in my fist, your head moving even closer to my body.

"You are going to see me cum, you're going to feel me cum, you're even going to TASTE me cum!" I growl, and my cock is right next to your face. I grab it, rubbing the head on your lips, smearing my slickness like a sexy lip gloss.

You try to pull away, but my grip on your hair doesn't allow it. When you open your mouth to protest, I slide my cock in. Your eyes widen, in surprise, in fear, and something else, something from deep within.

"Just suck me nicely, babe, do a good job and it'll be over quickly. Your mouth feels soooo fucking good wrapped around my cock."

Your response is somewhat muffled, or maybe it's just a moan. But you swallow my cock, your cheeks bulging, I can feel the head enter your throat. And just then you take your fingers and fondle my balls, the nails lightly tickling the smooth skin.

"Oh Marie, your face is so beautiful, so sexy as you swallow my cock."

While one hand is still wound in your hair, preventing you from pulling away, the other has been exploring your skin. Reaching under your tank top, tugging on your nipples, pinching and pulling your hard little bullets. 

Feeling them stick out like that, I start to wonder; I reach up under your skirt, I can feel how wet your panties are. My fingers press inside you....you're like a randy little bitch in heat...you're soaking wet and slick, my fingers slipping in and out. 

"You LIKE this, don't you, you little slut?" I bark out....and I laugh as you shake your head no.

"Well, if you like this, you're going to LOVE what's next" I say into your ear.

I pull out of your mouth, fighting this time your hands which are pulling on my ass, trying to get more of me into your throat.

I fling you against the railing at the top of the bleachers, turning you around so you can look down on the campus.

I lift up your skirt and almost go faint at the sight of that magnificant ass in those black panties. But I remember what I want, remember what I NEED, and kick your feet apart so your legs open wide. I reach down and pull your panties aside, tearing the wet lace. Suddenly you feel the thick throbbing of my cock as I press it against you.

"NO, John, please don't do this....please, let me suck you, cum in my mouth, cum all over my face" you say, your voice quivering and shaking.

"Sorry, babe...this is what you want" and I push inside you....fuck that feels good....my bare cock spreading your lips as I plunge deep inside your pussy. So tight, so hot, so wet....

My thickness is pounding you, I'm like an animal grunting and groaning....I've never had a pussy this tight or this good. My hand is tugging your hair, your head turning towards me. 

"No, no, no, don't, please don't...." your cries repeating over and over again...

....but then...

I feel your ass start to press against me, I feel your pussy tighten around me, milking me.

Your face is next to mine, your lips press against mine again, and your tongue dives into my mouth.

You pull your mouth off mine, groaning, "please don't, please don't....stop, don't stop....oh fuck, just fuck me, hon, don't stop!"

We kiss again, my cock so deep in your pussy, your ass feeling good against my balls.

My cock starts to throb, you know I'm close, I reach down and start to strum on your clit. My other hand strokes down the crack of your ass, my thumb circling and pressing against that tight little rosebud. I slip it in and your voice wavers, my name a mere mumble now on your lips. Your moans are mixed with mine, your tongue tied in knots with mine, and then I start to cum....spurt after spurt, filling your pussy, my cock squishing it out with each thrust.

I collapse against you, pressing you against the railing, your shoulders are heaving, I'm not sure whether it's sobbing or just heavy breathing.

"Oh fuck, what have we done?"

But all I can think about is when can we do it again.



Crossing the Line



"I really hate that Cole has to be gone this weekend and miss our weekend away," said Monique. 

"Don't feel too sorry for him," said Blakely. "I am sure he is drunk at some beach bar right now with his face buried in someone chicks' chest. But I appreciate you guys bringing me out tonight so I didn't have to sit home alone."

"Are you kidding," smiled Gavin. "And miss a chance to be seen with the two hottest chicks in the place? Please twist my arm." 

"Well there is that," smiled Blakely. "You know the down fall is that I love to dance and since Cole is gone, someone's going to have to keep me happy." 

"I think we can handle that," said Monique as she winked secretly at her husband. "You're up, sweetie. I have to pee and then I will get us a few drinks," she said.

The club was definitely hopping. The band was playing great music and the crowd was definitely alive. We squeezed through the crowd to find a small spot on the dance floor. Cole and I always seemed to be the last ones on the dance floor when we went out. We always had a great time goofing off and tonight was not an exception. 

The alcohol was definitely kicking in and before long we found ourselves lost in the music. It seemed fitting that the band would break into an old rock set that started off with "I want action." I think I actually laughed out loud at the first chord. 

The shots from earlier were making me a little bold as well as very horny. Knowing that I was going to have to go back to the room and finish off myself while listening to my two best friends in the other room, I decided to get as many cheap thrills as I could. It didn't hurt that Gavin's hand was playing awfully close to my ass. I decided a little flirting wouldn't hurt and I thought I'd see how far this might go. Knowing that Monique was just a few yards away assured me that it wouldn't go too far and made it even more titillating.

I pulled him a little closer and rubbed my crotch across his and was not disappointed with what I found. This wasn't a new move on my part, but usually I try to disguise it a little more as an accident. My eyes made their way from his cock to his face and we exchanged a long stare. I was sure I heard him moan just a little as I continued rubbing against him. 

I am not sure what made me say what came out of my mouth next, but I have never been known to be anything but blunt. "Tell me something, would I actually be able to feel the pre-cum if I moved my hand a little?" I said and smiled. 

Before he had a chance to answer, his wife decided to join us on the dance floor. "I brought us some shots," she said. "I thought you guys might want to cool off a bit."

We exchanged glances and agreed. I felt a little guilty and decided I needed some time to cool off, so I told them I would be back out to dance in a bit. I walked to the bathroom and noticed a call from my husband, so I decided to return it.

"Having fun?" Cole asked.

"Yeah, I am and you?" I replied.

"It is great down here. I sure wish you were with me," Cole explained. 

The music in the background assured me that he was not missing out on any company and I was glad he was enjoying himself.

"I know baby, so do I," I replied. "I sure wish I was with you right now."

"Oh yeah, and what would we do?" Cole asked.

"For starters, I would take you out on that beach and fuck you like a good little cabana boy, of course," I told him. 

Cole laughed that deep chuckle that I loved so much. "Having fun with our friends?" he asked.

"Yeah we are having great time," I replied, thinking of Gavin's hard cock pressed up against me just minutes earlier. 

Cole chuckled again and said, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do and enjoy yourself."

I assured him I would and hung up. After fixing my lipstick and checking myself once over, I headed out to see where this eve would take me. The horniness that I felt was definitely not a new feeling nor was the dampness between my thighs. I guess "Mr. Beaver" and I would have to do just fine for tonight. Until then, maybe I could cop another cheap feel before the eve was lost. 

I made my way to the dance floor and Monique waved me over to where they were. The band was taking an intermission and the DJ was playing some new dance music. I set my drink down and found myself dancing closely with the two of them and having a great time. 

At some point the music changed and I found myself sandwiched between the two of them. Monique's thighs were working their way in between mine and I found my crotch rubbing Gavin's. I was so hot at this point. Dancing with Monique has always been a major turn on for me and getting it on with her was right up at the top of my fantasy list. Knowing of course that it was never going to happen for all sorts of reasons, it still got me hot. My juices were literally dripping down my leg and I was going to have to leave the dance floor soon or I was going to do something that I might very well regret.

Gavin was reaching around me rubbing his wife's ass and her tits were pressed up against me so tight I could almost feel her nipples drill holes into my shoulder blades. I spun around to tell her that I was going to go cool off. As I parted my lips to tell her, Monique's mouth quickly descended on mine in a very wet and passionate kiss. I was stunned at first, but didn't stop it in case I was dreaming. Naturally I parted my own lips and tasted a woman's lips for the very first time. She was so soft and her was mouth so wet, I wasn't actually sure that it was happening. 

I forgot about Gavin for a moment but quickly found myself swung around and kissed by him with the same attentiveness. As he pulled back, Monique whispered in my ear. "I take it you are interested."

I wasn't sure what she was asking. I knew what I hoped, but I thought I'd ask just to be sure. 

"We want you to come back and fuck us," she explained. 

I looked at each of them and didn't have to even think twice. Aside from obvious chick attraction, Monique was HOT. She had gorgeous long hair, a body to die for and tits that until that night had only been admired in quick glances at the gym. And Gavin gave me the vibe that he was able to stretch a woman to new pleasures including the obvious. Hell yes, I would fuck them. Anyone would be a fool not to. 

We paid our bill and hurried outside. The hotel was only just across the plaza, but the jolt of cold air sobered us up just a smidgen. As we hurried to the elevators I was curious to know what was going through their minds and I was worried that someone might lose their nerve. 

I was quickly assured though as the elevator doors closed and I found myself once again sandwiched between these two lovely bodies. Monique had my back pressed against Gavin's chest as her hands were cupping my tits through the material in my blouse. Gavin was kissing my neck and bringing his hand around my waste to rub my pussy through my jeans. Monique started to lower her head to my breasts as the elevator doors opened to our floor. Luckily no one was there or they might have gotten a big show. We fondled and kissed each other until we arrived at our door. It took a couple of tries before Gavin could seem to get the door open. I know that we were all pretty excited at the thought of what would happen next.

Even before the door clicked shut we were tearing at each other's clothes as quick as we could. Gavin chose to stand back and take in the scenery and reclined back on the bed. Monique continued to kiss me and rub my tits though my blouse. My god it was getting hot! I still couldn't believe it was happening. I helped her unbutton my shirt and her hands went right to my nipples. A jolt of electricity that could light up and an entire ballpark shot through my entire body. 

"Hurry, please!" I called, as she reached for the clasp at my bra.

Between licks, she told me how she had wanted this for so long and how she dreamed of rubbing my nipples through her hands and sucking them until they puckered with delight. I glanced over and found that Gavin now had his own shirt unbuttoned and was rubbing his thick cock through his jeans. I could see the outline and could not wait to get a look at his thick manhood, let alone slip my wet tongue up and down its shaft. 

We made eye contact as his wife slowly licked at my neck and tits. "God you are so hot! I can feel your wetness through your pants," she said. 

I told her that I thought we all had too many clothes on and we needed to do something about that. I pulled her over to the opposite side of the bed from Gavin and laid her back. "My turn to tease," I said. 

She moaned a sweet sound of ecstasy as I started to lick her neck while slowly stripping her of her shirt. "Oh god," Monique moaned.

"Just wait," I said. 

I couldn't believe this was actually happening. I was finally getting my first taste of a woman and had a hot man next to me to encourage the show. I unbuttoned the front clasp of her bra with my teeth and her nipples instantly puckered. They were a fabulous shade of pink with just a hint of brown right around the points. She started to grab them and rub them herself, but I caught her hands and pinned them atop of her head. 

"My turn remember?" I whispered. 

I bent my head and gave the right nipple a little peck just to tease. "You are evil," she cried.

"Yeah but you love it," I told her and nibbled at the other side.

She arched her back as I continued my teasing. She was really getting into this. Her hips started to rotate against my thigh and she was grinding her sweet pussy against my leg. 

"Oh my god," she said. "You are going to make me cum if you continue like that."

"That is the plan," I told her. 

As I started flicking her nipples and pulling at them with my teeth, her body tensed and she let out a high pitched scream and came immediately. I sucked for dear life until the motions subsided and then leaned up and kissed her fully on the mouth. We both laid back for a minute-too stunned to talk. 

"That has never happened before," she said. "I never come from someone just sucking my nipples."

I smiled and told her I was glad I could be the first. I had almost forgotten about Gavin on the other side of the bed until I heard him clear his throat and felt the weight of the bed shift. At some point he had stripped down to his boxers and was now sporting a hard on the size of a bat.

"I think he may be feeling left out," I said. 

"Well we can't have that can we?" smiled Monique

"Do you mind?" I asked. 

"No, be my guest," she purred. 

"Hey, don't I have a say? It is my cock," cried Gavin. 

"Well," I grinned. "If you are not the least bit intrigued, I can watch from over here," I said as I started pulling away and teasing. 

"Hell No! I am intrigued! Always have been. I just wanted to hear you beg" he grinned.

"Well, now that that's settled," cried Monique. Wanna see what you've been missing?" 

She pulled us together like Spielberg directing the next epic. She placed us on the bed with our chests rubbing against each other. We tentatively explored each other's body as she moved away to watch from the other side of the bed. I had earlier removed my jeans and was only clad in a black thong and felt the pre-cum on my belly as his cock poked out of his boxers. 

Gavin reached behind me to unclasp my bra, his hands felt incredible but it was his cock that I wanted. I leaned him back so his back was propped against the head of the bed. I wanted him to be able to see what I was about to do to him. 

I climbed on top to straddle him and started kissing his full lips while rubbing my tits against his hard chest. I wanted to feel him inside me and was hoping that later I would get that chance. But at the moment, I had another mission in mind. 

As I worked my lips downward, I stopped to pinch and lick his nipples. His hard muscles tightened at my touch. It seemed he was as sensitive as his wife. As I continued my journey downward, I glanced up to see him watching me through half closed eyes. I smiled at him as I moved my hands downward to feel the soft hair just above the low waistband of his boxers. I purposely skipped over his torso which made him moan with protest.

"You are killing me here!" he exclaimed. 

"Patience," I told him and chuckled. 

I kneaded my hands down his legs and felt his hard muscles flex in my path. Finally, I made my way back upward and settled my hands on his waistband. My hands were shaking from excitement. I had brushed against his cock many times before when we were out and always dreamed about what was about to happen next. 

I pulled back his shorts and was not disappointed. I revealed the most gorgeous cock I had ever seen. It must have been 11 inches long and as thick as my wrist. This time it was I who moaned. I shot a look at Monique that suggested, "thank you," and she came over to help me remove the rest of his clothing. 

I wrapped my hand so softly around his cock not wanting to bruise this beautiful creature and felt it pulse in my hand as soon as I made contact. Normally I gave my husband a little bit of handling before I get down to business, but I couldn't wait to get this thing in my mouth. I wrapped my fist around it and slowly swirled my tongue around the head. I was determined to swallow as much as I could. I think I heard Monique moan as I stared to pump Gavin's cock up and down. His dick was really tuning me on and I really wanted to show him how much I appreciated it. 

I was getting more excited as I swirled the head around my tongue and then pumped the entire shaft up and down using all the muscles in my mouth. I could feel his heavy balls filling with excitement as I spent extra time on the underside, pressing ever so gently with my teeth. I was so hot myself, my pussy was dripping. I could feel the weight of my naked tits bouncing up and down and my nipples rubbing against his hard, muscular thighs.

What happened next, I could not have scripted better if I tried. I felt a movement on the bed, my thong was being pushed aside and a hot breath started to blow on my pussy. It was me who moaned this time. Monique was using a long finger to trace an outline of my g-string right down to my crack. Gavin was playing with my hair and encouraging me to continue my work on his sexy cock. I went over the top as Monique suddenly stuck that long finger right in my wet hole. This action caused me to take Gavin's entire length down my throat to which he was very grateful. 

"You are so fucking hot." He grunted. 

"Uhh," is all I could say. 

I remember thinking I must had died and gone to heaven. Here I had a magnificent cock in my mouth and a hot chick ready to eat my sweet pussy. I used my long red nails to slowly tease Gavin's ass and heard another groan of approval. Monique was now opening my thighs up further and sought out my clit with her tongue. Three of her fingers were now buried deep in my pussy as I continued to pump away at Gavin's cock and tease his ass. 

I couldn't take much more and was sure I was going to cum quick when suddenly she grabbed a hold of the top of my thong and pulled it up so it vibrated against my ass and tickled my little bud. Her lips centered on my clit and started flicking it so quickly that it would have put any vibrator to shame. My body arched forward and tensed up and started what was the beginning of the longest orgasms that I had ever experienced. It started in my toes and vibrated up through my entire body. My nipples poked out begging to be touched and my fingers gripped Gavin's ass as if I was holding on for dear life. 

My face shot forward as Gavin grabbed my head and started pumping his hot cum into my mouth. I continued to moan as I rocked through the endless orgasm swallowing all of his cum as I went. We all collapsed together and I felt Gavin shudder as his orgasm was subsiding. He grabbed my hair and pulled me up to give a kiss and spanked his wife's ass as he limped off towards the bathroom. 

I was still too spent to move, but Monique was just getting started. She crawled up beside me and put her face inches from mine. 

"Having fun?" she asked. 

"Do you even have to ask?" I replied. 

"Good. Because the night is still young," she said with a purr. 

I was quickly regaining my strength seeing her perfect body naked in front of me. I started running my hand down her sides, through her long dark hair and kneading at the flesh of her sweet ass. 

"Turn about is fair play right?" I asked. 

She answered by leaning back and opening up her body to me. I eased her back on the pillows as I made my way to the end of the bed. I moved her legs so they were bent at the knees and pushed her legs as wide as they would go. I sat in between those legs as I examined her most intimate areas. I moved my hand over her pussy and felt the soft little tuft of hair that just covered the top region. Her lips were shaved bare and her little clit was slowly pulsing, awaiting what was to happen next. 

I bent down and kissed the area right at the top of the inner thigh not quite yet touching the pussy. I know how much I like that and hoped that she would too. Apparently it did because I heard a high pitched moan of appreciation. I was so amazed how beautiful a woman's cunt could be. She was so wet and her curls were glistening with her own juices. 

I slowly parted her lips and stuck out my long tongue to taste my very first pussy. I moaned first, then her and we soon fell into a rhythm. It was almost like I was licking myself. She was soft and wet and her juices were so much sweeter than I'd ever imagined they could be. I just did what came natural and what I loved to have done to me. I knew from our earlier encounter that she liked to get off quickly, but I wanted to torture her just a little bit longer like she did me. 

I ran my tongue around her pussy down the entire length of her cunt before stopping to tease her ass just a bit. I stretched my tongue as far as it would go and then started to fuck her with it like it was a miniature dick. She started to go crazy! 

"Fuck me with that tongue!" she screamed. "God Blakely, I knew it would feel this good! Fuck me with that hot tongue!" 

I stuck two fingers into her pussy and continued to lick her clit. I was working on a third when I heard Gavin behind me. 

"Ladies, a man can be a voyeur for only so long. If I don't have one of your cunts right now, I am gonna explode." he said. 

"I only see one open, baby," suggested Monique between moans. 

He looked at me as I smiled with approval as he started to sink his hard dick in between my legs. I was still so wet from our earlier round or I wouldn't have been able to accept all he had to offer. I could barely concentrate on my task at hand as his dick teased me and then plunged in me to the hilt.

"Oh god, I am all the way in," he cried. 

I moaned with appreciation as his shaft went in and out stopping to tease my outer lips along the way. His hands reached around to pinch my nipples. His dick was massaging every inch of my inner cunt. My own moaning was helping bring Monique to the brink and back again. Gavin started really pumping deep and slamming his ass into me. I could feel his balls slap my ass with each thrust. 

Monique moved around to a sixty-nine position to get a better look at the situation. This is when I really knew I had died and gone to heaven. I was sucking her cunt like there was no tomorrow and I felt Gavin's ass tighten and his dick to swell to even larger proportions. 

He started grunting, "God damn I'm gonna cum. Fuck yeah baby, pump that cock with your hot little pussy." 

Monique put more pressure on my clit and that was all it took to send me into what felt like a 20 minute orgasm. My body shook as Gavin's dick continued pulsing. I could feel the cum hit the inside of my walls and felt it trickle out of my hole. 




Crossing the Line



Monique was right there to suck it out of me and never missed a beat. About that time I heard a familiar muffled cry from Monique as her body started to shake and move in all directions. She was like a true animal in heat. She let go of the sexiest moan that I had ever heard and we all collapsed in a heap in the middle of the bed.

I awoke the next morning to the sound of a shower running and strong arms around me. I wasn't sure I wanted to open my eyes in case I had dreamt the previous night. I took a deep breath and long stretch and slowly opened my eyes to see Gavin looking down on me. 

"Hi," he said softly. 

"Hi yourself," I said and tentatively looked towards the shower. 

He propped his head on his elbow and moved my face to look at his. 

"Thanks for last night, it is something we have both been fantasizing about for a long time," said Gavin. 

"Believe me, it was my pleasure," I shyly replied. "What made you go through with it?" I asked. 

He just said curiosity got the best of both of them and last night presented a great opportunity. 

"Cole doesn't know what he missed by being out of town," I replied. 

"Sure he did," shrugged Gavin. "He knows all about it. I now owe him of course, but he knew all along."

The smile rose across my face as I remembered the weird laugh on the phone when Cole told me not to do anything he wouldn't. 

"When I get home I assume there will be a plane ticket waiting for me to get out of town next weekend!" Gavin chuckled. 

He leaned down to give me a friendly kiss and a quick body hug. He rubbed my hand on his dick which was getting harder by the moment. 

"We probably still have time for another round if you want another go at this," he said as his hips continued their rotations. "If I remember correctly, you were very approving." 

Just as I was about to open my mouth and give him an answer, Monique came around the corner looking all refreshed in a sexy robe. 

"I can see it is going to be dangerous to leave you two alone from now on," she said with a laugh. 

God she was sexy I thought as I recalled the memories from the evening before. Our eyes met with a twinkle and I thought to myself, maybe Gavin should be saying the same thing...



Crossing the Line



He walked into the meeting as if he owned the place, scanning the room before sitting down. Everything about him bespoke a sexual being, nothing held back, up close and personal - take me or leave me. He glanced at me when the boss introduced, acknowledging me with a slight nod. 

I was instantly attracted to him, right to my core; my body tensed and my heart began pounding inside my chest. My reaction came as a shock to me. Why? I am not gay or even bisexual, and had never been attracted to another male. I am just an average, horny, heterosexual male.

We chatted during the morning meeting, setting up schedules and outlining what we expected from one another. The entire time I was trying to hide my arousal, going so far as to cover my lap with my jacket. I had to do something about my infatuation and I had to do it now, there was no way I was going to walk around with a raging hardon for this entire project.

****

Following the morning meeting I decided to slip out for lunch. My thoughts were all over the map. Why did I want this guy, and what was it about him that just seemed to 'blow my mind'? Was I sure I wanted him sexually, what would he do if I approached him? This last question seemed almost more important than the others, what if I approached him and he freaked out, what if he decided to quit the project, what if he hit me for 'coming on to him'? 

I sat looking at my uneaten food, my stomach churning along with my mind. I wasn't even sure if I could actually do this, this thing that I wanted to do or at least thought I wanted to do. Leaving my food on the table I paid the server and left the restaurant. I decided to go for a walk before heading back to the office, to try to clear my head.

I tried to weigh the pros and cons of the situation. It didn't matter, any which way I looked at it, I wanted this guy, and I wanted to experience him; whether it would be a one time event or lead to something more, I wasn't sure but I wanted him just the same.

I returned to the office to finish up the day. I tried to keep my mind on work but it was almost impossible, we were working side by side and I was becoming more and more aroused and increasingly nervous.

At the end of the day I lingered, watching him, while getting my stuff ready to go home. Instead of leaving the building he took the elevator to the ground floor and entered the gym. This was my opportunity; I had a membership to the gym so decided to go for a workout. I went through my routine, my mind not really on working out but in turmoil over what I was about to do. I conveniently finished my workout at the same time he did and headed into the locker-room to shower.

****

I took my clothes off slowly, watching him do the same out of the corner of my eye. He stripped off his muscle shirt revealing his back and chest, covered in sheen of sweat. He then hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down. I held my breath as he removed his underwear. He grabbed his towel and headed for the shower.

*****

On his way past he turned his head in my direction and looked me over, making my heart pound so hard I could feel the blood rushing through my brain. I glanced at him, at his body, at his thick cock; I felt my own cock jerk hard. I looked up, searching his expression for something to tell me that he wanted this, he was okay with it, and he knew what I wanted. He gave a half grin and a quick wink; he knew.

*****

I started breathing again when I was sure he was well past me, I needed the support of the wall to remain standing, the lack of oxygen taking its toll. I finished undressing, grabbed my towel and went to have a shower.

The steam from the hot shower swirled as he stood under the cascading water. He was leaning forward, his hands braced on the wall in front of him, his eyes closed.

I soaped and rinsed my body under the shower next to him. I turned to him, my body sliding up to him from behind, he knew what I wanted, and I knew what he needed.

Taking the soap, I lathered my hands before placing them on his shoulders. I began rubbing his hard muscles using small circles, starting at the base of his neck and moving outwards along his shoulder blades and then down the outside of his arms —feeling and kneading the tight muscles of his triceps and biceps, and working my hands down his back. 

My breathing became faster and louder. I slipped my hands to his front, circling his chest, my fingers stopping to pinch and caress his erect nipples. My fingers continued their downward exploration, soaping his smooth belly, grazing his pubic hair as I fanned outwards to his hips. I knelt and continued to wash his body, running my hands down the back of his thighs, then up his inner thighs to the very top of his legs.

I stopped, breathing hard, still on my knees. I wanted him to turn around.

"Please," I whispered.

*****

He turned to face me, looking down only once before leaning back against the shower wall, closing his eyes. My body jerked involuntarily, precum forming at the end of my swollen cock. He was as hard as I was, his breathing ragged, his chest heaving.

I ran my hands up the backs of his thighs before grasping his rounded ass cheeks and pulling his body towards me, letting my tongue snake out and lick the sensitive area on either side of his stiff cock. I refrained from touching his manhood, instead blowing hot breath over him, listening to his groans of longing. I licked my lips in anticipation when I saw his cock jerk and a small pearly drop of precum form at his slit. 

Sliding slowly up his body I took a nipple into my mouth, nibbling the tiny bud until it was red and erect. I ran the flat of my tongue over his left nipple, my hands sliding across his muscled stomach, my fingers just grazing the drooling head of his cock.

Dropping to my knees in front of him, I licked the tops of his thighs, my fingers sliding over his smooth ass, dipping inside his crack and finding his pleasure zone. I swiped my tongue along his shaft; lowering my head to take his firm balls into my mouth one by one, making them wet and making his cock secrete more precum. Again, I raised my head and ran my tongue along his shaft, making sure to lick his slit to taste his precum.

About every third journey, I took the head of his cock into my mouth, running my tongue around the ridge before sucking him deep into my throat, swallowing, humming over his cock as I tried to milk his balls of his seed.

He groaned each time I took him fully in my mouth, trying to push himself further down my throat. Every time I rubbed his tight hole with my finger, he would grind back against my hand wanting to be filled. Continuing to suck him deep into my throat, I slipped first one, and then two fingers inside him, fingering his ass as he pushed back, pleasuring himself.

My God! This man had an incredible body and was sexy as fuck. He began to moan and shake as I sucked his hard, wet dick faster and with greater urgency, building him to the point of release only to stop and start over again.

When enough was enough, he didn't have to say any thing, he began to rock his hips, his hands fisted in my hair as I sucked and licked for all I was worth.

I didn't stop this time, instead I took him deeper and let him fuck my face while I finger-fucked his ass. Within seconds, I felt his balls tighten and I heard his sharp intake of breath, his cock thickened in my mouth and he went stock still before the first jet of hot cum hit the back of my throat. Groaning, he face fucked me until every spurt of his seed had left his balls. I swallowed over and over as my mouth filled with his cum.

*****

When he had finished shooting and his breathing returned to normal he pulled me to my feet and looked me in the eyes, a smile lighting his face. He leaned in then and kissed me, his tongue licking over my lips before entering my mouth. 

"Thanks.", he whispered softly into my ear.

Watching him leave, I leaned back against the shower wall, my hand traveling across my chest, pinching my hard nipples. I ran my fingers down my stomach lightly before taking my swollen cock in my hand and began to stroke. Long, slow strokes at first, my cock slipping through my fist as I thought about what I had just done. My movements became faster, harder, as my breathing quickened; I closed my eyes, my head against the tile. I knew it wouldn't take long, precum already dripped from my slit. My body began to shake; I jacked faster, a low groan escaped my mouth as I approached orgasm. I stiffened when it hit, my fist stopping mid stroke as the first jet of cum left my body. My eyes rolled back in my head and I began to jack again as I went over the cliff, opening my eyes briefly to see long ropes of cum hit the shower floor in front of me. When my orgasm subsided and I could focus again I rinsed my body in the hot water, then I too left the shower and returned to the locker room. 

When I stepped out of that shower, I wasn't sure if I would return to the same life I had left or into a new one filled with change. I only knew I would see soon enough if I had crossed the line.

j.b.



Crossing the Line



My wife is a very sexy woman. She also is very exciting in bed. Fireworks don't shoot off every time, but I was certainly not looking to leave her so I could be with other women. Especially not younger girls, and certainly not members of her sorority.

I'm 54 years old. I'm still in pretty good shape, and my hair isn't totally gray, but the fact is I'm 54 years old. My wife is 53, and again I'll say she is very sexy. She's getting some gray too, in just the right place. She let her hair turn silver, and it throws people off because there is not one wrinkle on her face. As a bonus for me, at the same time the hair on her head turned silver, so did the hair on her pussy. She didn't believe I found her gray pubic hair sexier than her having no hair at all. But that's another story.

My wife is a 35-year member of a national sorority. I will not say which one, and will try my best to give no indication. Not only do I not want to slight the four other Black sororities, but I don't want to cast any aspersions on hers. My wife, I'll call her Cynthia, has a lot of respect in her sorority. For the last seven years she has been the advisor for a small undergraduate chapter her alumni chapter oversees, and year after year the girls seemed to get sexier and sexier. A couple of times a year she would drag me out to an event for the undergraduate chapter, or have her sorors over to hang out and bond.

As big of a pain as it was for me to go to a college event, having a bunch of sexy young girls inundate my home just as bad. They would come in smelling good, and looking good. They didn't overexpose their bodies, but parts would show. It was their arms, their bellybuttons, their neck, chest, and feet that would get to me. I kept myself in check in their presence most times, but flashes of their faces and bodies flew through my head on more than one occasion – particularly while making love to my wife. There were even times when Cynthia wasn't around that images would flood my mind. At those times, some serious masturbation took place.

I felt dirty afterwards, always. A 54-year-old, married, professional man getting aroused to the point of masturbation over girls more than 30 years younger than me like I was still some adolescent who couldn't control his hormones. I'd bought a fleshlight, and I'd use it or my hand while I imagined all those young bodies. I felt stupid with my dick in a tube, but it did feel good.

There was such an erotic variety of sizes and shades: from tall to short, light to dark, slim to thick. There were even three girls of non-Black nationalities: one was Asian, and two were Latina. Facially they weren't all drop-dead gorgeous, but they all were good looking in their own way. Their personalities were just as diverse, but they all had sex appeal.

At the campus parties Cynthia would drag me along to chaperone, I'd stand back and admire the way they party-hopped. Most of them would already be dressed to attract the boys at the party. When they started gyrating and undulating their bodies in unison to the music, it would take everything I had not to slip off to the bathroom. I thought of even bringing along my fleshlight, but getting caught with my dick in a tube would have been a major scandal for Cynthia.

What would really drive me crazy at these parties is when the girls would come over to talk to Cynthia and want to give me a hug. They respected me as their advisor's husband, and in that respect I was somewhat of a father figure. I'd have conversations with them about school, and careers, but nothing ever sexual. Plus they were an intelligent bunch of girls. There were a couple of Poly-Sci majors who I would debate law or current events with; they really knew their stuff.  I'd try to think pure thoughts about the girls, but having their sweaty body pressed to me made that hard. I made sure they didn't feel what else they made hard.

I talked to a coworker of mine, and he said he was envious of me. He knew the age difference and all the possible fallout from crossing the line – divorce, and public embarrassment, were just the obvious consequences. I started going with him to his favorite gentleman's club now and then. I'd patronize the younger girls, and my fantasies were placated. What I would enjoy most is when I pay one to just sit on my lap naked. She'd play along with my conversation, make me feel important as she was suppose to do, and get up with about $50.

I couldn't touch, and that was the frustrating part. Of course I'd graze, and cop a feel, but I couldn't caress, and squeeze, and suck. Least of all, I couldn't lay the dancer back, spread her legs, and give her the best head I knew how. The closest I could get was in the VIP room, where one would put her pussy in my face. I didn't dare lick though. These women were sexy and friendly, but who knew if they were clean? I would have no easy explanation as to how I got herpes on my lips.

So the strip club placation went on for a while. I wouldn't tell my wife where Alvin and I had been, but she would love the oral sex she received when I got home. My wife has a great pussy. As I said, she doesn't believe that I find her gray pubic hair erotic, so she keeps trimming it off. But those times she forgets or is too busy to trim it, I'd have her climbing the walls from my tongue.

My favorite position was when she would kneel over my face. I could suck her clit, and feel her juice drip from her lips the closer to orgasm I brought her. When she reached that point, she grind on my face, and I'd drink down all the juice and cream I could before laying her back and pounding my dick in her. Sometimes she would suck my dick, sometimes we'd go right to intercourse, but my favorite encounters with my wife began or ended with my mouth on her pussy.

My guard around the girls began to slip. I found myself flirting with them. Discreetly at first. They seemed to like it. I'd compliment them, not just on their clothes but also on their figure. I'd get huge smiles, touches, more hugs, and some would flirt back. There was an annual formal dinner and dance for Black graduates of their school. It was in a midsize banquet hall of a hotel, and I was blown away as usual at seeing these girls dressed to the nines.

In my increasingly flirtation mode, I laid on the compliments. I hugged the girls a little tighter, held on a little longer, and didn't so much hide the erection they caused. I didn't do anything overt that would get me in trouble, but a few of the girls noticed, and responded in kind. One of the girls graduating wanted a picture with Cynthia and me. We stood on either side of her. After the picture was snapped, her hand slid down my back and to my ass.

I watched her as she walked away, and she actually looked back at me to wink. I had known this girl since she crossed as a sophomore. She was militant back then, but the sorority had mellowed her over her years. She was still passionate about injustices, but no longer talked about burning places down. I could only imagine her pussy was as fiery as her personality.

The night went on, as did my flirting. At the end of the program, the girls presented Cynthia with a special plaque for her years of dedication to the chapter. When the dean of students closed that portion of the night, he asked that Cynthia and I begin the dance portion. We hadn't opened a dance floor since our wedding. I took note of how romantic the moment was, and focused my attention on Cynthia. I told her I loved her, spun her around, and dipped her with a kiss. There was a roar of applause, before other people came out to dance.

"You must want a good fuck when we get home," she whispered in my ear as we kept dancing.

"I want a good fuck anytime I can get it."

After the song we headed back to the table. Someone swooped Cynthia off to introduce her to some people, and I sat there with my drink to let my mind wander. I noticed some girls huddled and giggling at a table, and thought how fun it would be to be in their midst. Jeanie came by and asked me to dance with her. Jeanie was the one who grazed my butt after the picture. She had on a form fitting black dress, with a plunging neckline. The dress stopped midway down her thigh, and she had on high heels. I took her hand and led her to a spot on the floor. I complimented her on her perfume as we danced, and she beamed.

"Do I get spun and dipped like Soror Cynthia?"

"Naw," I laughed, noticing the alcohol on her breath, "I'm too old to do that too many more times."

She pressed her body tighter, "I'm sure you have a lot of energy left in you"

My erection was inching down my thigh, and I'm sure she noticed. She was a foot shorter than me, so I had to look down to look at her. But my height gave me a straight line shot down her dress. Her cleavage was incredible. "I do have a lot . . . in me. I've learned over the years how to conserve it, so I've have plenty of energy when I need it"

"Soror Cynthia is a very lucky woman," she put her head to my chest.

I made sure to remain stoic outside, while I was going crazy inside. This young girl had me ready to dick her down, not even caring about the can of worms that would open.

"I want to confess something to you," she said, then leaned back to look at me. "Don't get mad."

"No, I won't."

She took a deep breath, "I've had a crush on your for years."

I smiled, "Really?"

"Most of the sorors do."

My smile dropped, "Quit playin'."

"I'm serious. You have no idea of the late night conversations we have about you." She laughed, "We have a running joke about you?"

"What?"

"It's nothing bad."

"I'll be the judge of that."

She looked around then lowered her voice, "Most of us have a favorite position we'd like to be in with you, and we sometimes call each other by it."

Having any one of them girls in any sexual position would be a fantasy come true. I laughed, "Why are you playing with me? You're cruel."

She stopped dancing for a second, "Mr. Thomas you have no idea how serious I am."

I resumed our rhythm, "How long has that been going on?"

"It was going on the year I crossed."

"You girls just sit around and openly fantasize about me?"

"It starts with the usual talk about our boyfriends or guys on campus, but a lot of times it ends up on you. We wish you could teach a manhood class to these boys," she laughed.

"Why are you telling me? Something like that is private to you and your sorority sisters."

"To see that look on your face," she flashed an innocent smile.

"You're drunk."

"Just a buzz. Besides, this is our little secret, right?"

"Well, I'm flattered."

"I can tell," she slid across my dick and looked up at me with the best set of fuck-me eyes I'd seen in years. "Until earlier this you when you started making passes at us, we didn't even think you looked at us in that way."

"What makes you think I've been making passes?"

"Some of us have noticed your smiles, and your tight hugs. You've always been friendly, but you've been real friendly lately."

My gig was up. If I was being that obvious, I could not risk my wife finding out. "Listen, Jeanie-"

"And we like it. We like that you think about us, Mr. Thomas. We love Soror Cynthia to death, and would never hurt her. We can see how in love you are with Soror Cynthia. Truth be told, that's what makes it so erotic. Every woman dreams of having a man so in love with her." She laughed, "You have no idea the reaction you caused with that dip and kiss. A few of us had to visit the bathroom."

Wouldn't that have been something? Me and the very girls I'm lusting over in the bathroom masturbating over each other. "I'm sure each of you will find your Prince Charming."

"Probably not." She got even closer to me, and moved her hands along my arms, "But it's certainly fun to fantasize about having a tall, strong, older, sexy black man like you. And now that I've gotten this close, I have even more detail to add."

When we were shielded from view by other dancers, I gave her ass a squeeze.

She moaned into my chest, "And damn, you smell incredible."

I kept myself from getting lost in the moment and retained my senses of where we were, but she felt so good in my arms. I did decide to play a little, "Suppose I took you up to a room right now."

"Yes," she whispered.

I looked around to see if we attracted any attention, and to give the appearance that we were having a normal dance, "And I slide this dress off your body to suck your nipples."

"I'd like that," she winced.

"And slid my tongue down to your pussy."

"Oh shit, yes," she rubbed herself against my erection.

"I lick it until you cum."

"Yes, yes."

"What do they call you?"

"Doggie."

"I put you on your knees, Doggie, and give you all my dick until you cum again."

She put her face flat on my chest, and trembled for a good minute. "Oh, I'm so sorry," she said when she leaned back and saw the makeup stains she left on my shirt.

"It'll come out."

"I've got to go," she turned to leave.

I gently pulled her back, and got a little closer to her ear, "You came didn't you?"

"Um hmm."

"Good. How's about you to go to the bathroom, take off your panties, and bring them to me?"

She turned to me, and I told her to act like I just told her a joke. It took a second to click, but she got a big smile on her face and laughed. "I can't do that."

"I want those panties, Jeanie," I gave her a smile.

"Ok."

I made my way back to the table, not believing what just happened. I gave one of my wife's college sorors an orgasm on the dance floor, and now she was about to bring me her wet panties. How close to the line was I, if I hadn't already crossed it? My drink was watery, so I went over and asked the bartender for a double of the strongest drink he had.

Cynthia met me back at the table, and apologized for being gone so long. Of course I told her not to apologize. We talked about how she was going to miss her seniors. Like she does every year she talks about what made each of them special. When she spoke about Jeanie, all I could do was smile.

I noticed Jeanie looking kind of nervous as she meandered around the room. I caught her attention, and raised my eyebrow. She nodded her head, and I noticed black material poking out of her clinched fist. I asked Cynthia to excuse me and made my way to the hallway in the direction of the bathroom. I waited in a payphone alcove.

Jeanie came a minute or so later, and pushed the panties in my hand as quickly as she could, "Please don't let Soror Cynthia find these."

I tucked them in my chest pocket, "You think I want her to know what happened out there?"

"What are you going to do with them?"

"I just wanted a souvenir," I lied. I was going to smell and lick the hell out of those panties. "I don't know what all you girls will talk about, but this is our secret."

"Thank you."

I gave her a hug, "Your welcome." With her body pressed to me again, I thought how seemingly easy it would be to slip out to the car. In a matter of minutes, I could have Jeanie in the back seat to lick or fuck or both. But there were far too many things that could go wrong with that, so I broke the hug.

I went to the bathroom, and took her panties out for the first sniff. They were thongs, and the crotch was soaked and stained. She had a strong scent, and I took two deep breaths before tucking them back away. On my way back to the dance, I thought to stop off at the kitchen. I asked one of the workers for a sandwich bag. He gave me a nod when he saw what I put in it.

Jeanie was sitting next to Cynthia when I got to back to the room. They were smiling as they talked. I couldn't imagine Cynthia smiling if Jeanie was telling her what happened, so I remained calm. I stopped at the bar for another double, and went to the table. An image of Jeanie in bed with Cynthia and I flashed in my mind, and I tried my best not to have a Cheshire cat grin on my face when I got to them.

"Baby, when you two were dancing, did Jeanie tell you she's going to take a job in Baltimore?"

"Really? We go there a couple of times a year."

"I was just telling her that we'd have to pop in for a visit."

"Certainly. I love the seafood there," I smiled.

Jeanie had a nervous smile on her face, but she didn't crack. "Take care, Soror Cynthia," she hugged her and stood up.

"You be safe over there."

"I will." She turned to me, "Goodbye, Mr. Thomas."

"Call us if you need anything," I hugged her. Jeanie left, and I could swear I smelled her scent in my seat. "That's a great girl."

"A great woman. I'm so proud of her."

I looked at her walking away, speaking to other people, with aroused at the knowledge her ass was bare under her dress.

The night ended with more photos, and hugs from the girls when we got ready to leave. With each one we posed with, I wondered what her position of choice was – even though I wouldn't say that I totally believed Jeanie.

Cynthia and I had a great night when we got home. I had a little more energy than usual, and she was not mad at me.

I made sure to take Jeanie's panties to my office. I tried to, but couldn't resist showing the baggie to Alvin. He about lost his mind. He calmed down, and I let him have a sniff.

"You are a lucky son-of-a-bitch! I would have fucked her."

I shook my head, "There's no way I was going that far."

"A young, hot piece of ass like that? Fuck the dumb shit, I would have been deep in that."

"At the risk of your marriage and reputation?"

"DEEP in that," he tossed the baggie back to me.

"Then it's for your own good that stuff like this doesn't happen to you. Your wife wouldn't stand for it, anymore than mine would."

"That girl wouldn't have said anything."

"You would put that much trust in a 20-year-old girl? Suppose something changes, and she gets mad or just wants more from you than you can give her? You're ass-out."

"It's her word against mine."

"It's not worth it to even go there, and you know it."

He got up to leave. "DEEP," he said on his way out my door.

The baggie didn't keep them fresh for long, but I enjoyed Jeanie's panties for as long as I could. Like I said, I didn't totally believe what she had told me about the other girls, but it was great inspiration. Name by name, I thought about the position I'd like to have each girl of the chapter in. When Cynthia and I got into some of those positions, I couldn't fight back the images. In my head I knew it was mental adultery, but I excused the indiscretions by the strength of the orgasms Cynthia would have.

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The summer ended, and the chapter hosted the fall icebreaker. I thought long and hard about going, but didn't. Part of me was scared about what Jeanie had told them, and what their reaction would be to me. Part of me was scared I just might try to recreate my dance with her, or do something else stupid in reaction to them. Instead I went to the club with Alvin. I was already charged up from the thoughts of the chapter. Alvin didn't need much to get him charged up. We easily spent $150 each on drinks, lap and stage dances. At any given time we had 4 dancers at our table – talking shit, laughing, drinking.

It was almost three when I got home. I expected to slip in bed beside Cynthia, but she wasn't home. I called to check on her, and she said she was on her way. I took a shower and when I came out, Cynthia was just coming in. I asked her how the party went, and she didn't answer me. She took my towel from me and started drying my body. First she dried my chest, then my back and arms. Then she sat on the bed to dry my waist, thighs and ass. She leaned down to dry my calves and feet, then started sucking my dick on her way back up. I responded immediately.

She squeezed my bare ass, and took me deep in her mouth. I felt my tip reach the back of her throat, and almost lost it. She slid my dick out of her mouth, and grabbed it to lick my nuts. She looked up at me, and asked why I was being so quiet. I started encouraging her, and running my fingers through her hair. My words got dirtier and dirtier, and her sucking got more and more intense.




Crossing the Line



"Are you ready for my cum, slut? Ready to have my cum shoot straight down your throat?

She pawed and smacked my ass.

I took that as a yes, and flooded her mouth. She slid me out to the tip, but kept her mouth closed. I used her shoulders to retain my balance as I spurted. When I was done, I helped her rip her clothes off, and put her face down on the bed. I raised her ass, and drove my dick in before it had a chance to soften. I grabbed her hips and pulled her back to meet my thrusts. Cynthia called me bastard, and mutha fucker as she came.

When her body calmed down, I let her fall to the bed. My legs lasted long enough to turn the bathroom light off, and make it to the bed beside her.

"We still got it, baby," she snuggled to my chest.

"Mind if I ask what brought that on?"

"Just a little girl talk with the sorors."

I prayed she couldn't hear my heart skipping beats. "What did y'all talk about?"

"You."

"Why me?" I said a little too defensively.

"It was good stuff, don't worry," she sat up to look at me.

I smiled as normal as I could, "It better had been."

She laid back down, "I was telling the young sisters about not getting mixed up with knucklehead boys. Finding a good man like you takes time, determination, and patience. It also takes a sista with her shit together to catch and keep a man like you."

"Why was I the example?"

"We are they're example of the perfect couple," she laughed. "They were upset that you weren't at the party. After cleaning up, they started talking about their boyfriends. Tori asked how we met, and we went on from there.

Tori was lightskin and had long legs, and I imagined her on her side, one leg underneath me and the other on my shoulder as I stood off the bed for better leverage to thrust into her.

Cynthia fell asleep, and I played with my dick to thoughts of Tori. I eventually got hard again, and stroked to thoughts of the other girls until I came. After the release, I chastised myself for lusting after these girls. It was a serious boost to my pride to be told they fantasize about me, but young people can do that. I needed to get them out of my head.

But there was no way that was going to happen, especially when Cynthia told me she wanted to throw a homecoming barbecue for the chapter. The last time she had all of them over, I was treated so much bare feet, midriffs and cleavage. I remained cool, but that was before I knew their secret – that was before I started making passes at them. "Are the graduates coming back?"

"A few of them are, I think."

I thought to ask specifically about Jeanie, but didn't want to raise any suspicions.

The day of the cookout was exactly what I thought it would be. Shoes and socks came off of most of them when they came through the door. Jackets came off to reveal midriff, and babydoll shirts. Each of them came out on the patio to give me a hug, and I relished in every one. Zanora started giving me pointers on my grilling skills. She joked about what I was doing wrong.

"You'd better get back inside, before I take off my belt."

She laughed and turned to leave, "It's better with a bare hand."

Okay, I could not do this. I turned back to the grill and discreetly adjusted my pants to hide the bulge. I was outside on the patio, lusting over the girls inside preparing food and talking with my wife. Cynthia interrupted my thoughts to bring more meat, and give me a kiss for helping out. In my mood, and grabbed her and gave her a deep kiss. I could see some of the girls crowding at the window to watch, so I reached down and squeezed Cynthia's ass.

She jumped back, "Stop that!" she smiled.

"What? It's not mine anymore?" I saw the girls scatter back to what they were doing.

"Not in front of them." She kissed my lips, "Behave yourself until they're gone."

"No promises," I smacked her ass when she turned to go back inside. I was a man alone in a house full of sexy females. "Oh the possibilities," I smiled to myself.

I was busy flipping burgers, when I heard a little scream come from the side of the house. I went around the corner and saw Lydia on the ground holding her ankle. A pan of chicken was flipped over beside her. She had twisted her ankle when her shoe heel got stuck in the grass. I helped her stand, but she couldn't put any weight on it. She was too big for me to carry.

At 5'4", Lydia was at least 225 pounds. She was lightskin, and had dyed her hair blonde for some reason. I thought she looked better with her natural black hair, but to each her own. She had a real cute face, and a great set of dimples. She was a junior Psychology major. I asked her why she was wearing strappy heels to a cookout, and she said was coming from another event. She was dressed in gauchos, and a v-neck top that revealed her the lace of her bra.

I noticed my eyes were locked on her toes. "Let's take your shoe off and see if that helps." She still couldn't stand on it, and now had grass and dirt on it. I started brushing it off, but was actually massaging it.

"That feels good, Mr. Thomas."

I looked up, and she had a pensive look on her face. I used my thumbs to massage the ball of her foot, and reached my finger up to massage her ankle. She closed her eyes and let out a little moan. I gave into my urge to bring her foot to my face, "You have sexy feet, you know that."

"No one's ever paid attention to my feet before."

"They should," I pressed my lips to the ball of her foot, and inhaled the scent of her toes.

"Mmmm, shit," she hissed.

I ran my tongue up, and sucked her big toe.

She squealed and jumped.

"You okay?"

"I'm great."

Checked behind me, "I'm gonna have to get back to the grill."

"And I need to get inside."

"Can you walk yet?"

"I don't think so."

I was so turned on by how soft her foot was, and how perfect her chubby toes looked. I sucked her big toe again, then sucked each one down to the pinky toe while massaging her ankle and heel.

"Mr. Thomas," she trembled.

"Are you cumming?"

"A little."

"You're wet?"

"Yes."

"Do me a favor."

"Okay."

"Give them to me."

"My panties?"

I sucked her toe and nodded my head. "It'd be nice to have them."

"I can't be around here all day with no panties. My pants will be a mess – especially now."

"You're right," I let go of her foot coming to my senses.

"I can give ‘em to you later, if you want."

I looked at her. "Will you play with yourself tonight?"

"Yes."

I looked behind me. "Do it in your panties, put them in a baggie, and mail them to my office."

"Are you sure?"

"I'll give you my business card before you leave," I sucked her toe again, then got up to help her up. It took a second for her to catch her balance. I took advantage of the moments to grab her large breasts before getting the pan of chicken off the ground. I helped her around the corner, and onto the patio. A few girls came out to see what was wrong and help her inside. The foil hadn't come off the pan, so I checked it and added the meat to the grill.



Crossing the Line



My wife Sharon's 28th birthday was fast approaching, and for some reason I was having difficulty deciding what to get her this year. We had just moved into a new house so money was a little tight, thus I couldn't be too extravagant with my gift selection. Since I was stumped I decided to ask her best friend, and former college roommate, Heather for a few ideas. 

Heather's first idea was to take Sharon up to the mountains for a nice quiet weekend and some hiking. This turned out to be a great idea for a few reasons. First off, Heather and her husband Bill owned a cabin in the mountains that they were going to let us use free of charge. Second, Sharon and I loved to hike and were looking for a chance to get away. I told Heather that I would take her up on the cabin offer and I would pick the key up when I got a chance.

As Sharon's birthday approached I realized I had not gone to get the cabin key from Heather or Bill. I had called and left a message on their answering machine about a week before Sharon's birthday and was getting worried the day before when I had not heard from either of them. Finally, that day Heather gave me a call at work and told me to stop by after 7pm because Bill would be home by then and he had the key with him at work. This worked perfectly because Sharon had a meeting at work that evening and wouldn't be home until late.

I left work a little early so I could get to the gym before stopping to get the key and then heading home. I typically work out 3-4 times a week to keep my 6' 195 pound body in shape. I knew that if we were leaving the net day for a long weekend, this would be my last day to work out until next week. It also gave me a chance to get out some stress from a long week of meetings and proposals.

When I finished with my workout I went over to Heather and Bill's house hoping to get the key and head straight home. Unfortunately when I arrived Bill was not home yet. Heather invited me in and told me that she would call Bill to see how far away he was. When she returned she gave me some even worse news. Bill was still at work. This meant that he wouldn't be home until at least 8:30, and probably closer to 9 since his office was over an hour away without traffic. 

When Heather told me this, I contemplated heading home and trying to get the key later, but Heather convinced me to stay for a while. She had already begun cooking dinner and invited me to stay since I was there already and she knew that Sharon wouldn't be home for a few hours.

Once Heather convinced me to stay, she excused herself so she could go change clothes out of what she wore to work that day. As a school teacher she typically doesn't need to dress up, but today she was in a suit because of a meeting she had with a parent. 

When she returned I was pleasantly surprised by what she was wearing. Heather had changed into a pair of short and tight jean shorts, and a tight button down white top. At 5'10 the shorts were showing off her beautiful long legs, and the tight top accentuated her 34C breasts. Before she changed, she had her long blonde hair up in a ponytail, but now she had taken it down and let it hang freely. A bunch of us had told her in the past she could be a model, but she never believed us.

Heather immediately walked into the kitchen to check on dinner. It was about 7:20 and she said the food would be ready in about 40 minutes. While the dinner was cooking, Heather took a few minutes to show me around the house and show me all the changes they had made since the last time I had been over. 

As she showed me around the house, I couldn't help taking a few long looks at her tight ass in those jean shorts. At one point I think she even caught me trying to take a look down her blouse, but I wasn't sure. I had seen Heather in a bikini plenty of times, so seeing her in revealing clothes was nothing new. However, this time I was starting to get a bulge in my pants and I was sure she noticed that. She didn't say anything, but she did get this sly little grin on her face just before we completed the tour. She already knew that I thought she was gorgeous and had fantasies about her because it slipped out one night when I was drunk.

After the brief tour of the house we headed back into the kitchen. When we got there Heather took out a bottle of wine and said that it was purchased just for this dinner. As she was trying to open the bottle, I noticed that she was having troubles with the bottle opener so I offered to help. When I approached she didn't move out of the way, instead she made me stand behind her and try to help. As I attempted to help, she slowly backed her ass into my crotch and began to rub it against my hardened cock. At this time she knew for sure that I was hard and that she was turning me on. After about 30 seconds of this we finally got the bottle opened. Instead of backing away though I stood there and allowed her to continue to grind up against my stiff cock.


As I stood behind Heather, I allowed her to pour us each a glass of wine. While she was pouring the wine, I slowly slid my hands under her tits and cupped them in my hands. While I had imagined going this, I never thought in my wildest dreams that I would really do it. As I grabbed her breasts and squeezed I could hear her start to breath a little faster. I slowly slid one of my hands over to the buttons on her blouse and started to unbutton the blouse. Heather whispered "thank you for doing that, it is getting hot in this kitchen." I gladly unbuttoned her blouse all the way and removed it from her hot body. 

As I removed her blouse she reached back and unbuckled the belt to my pants, unbuttoned the button and unzipped the zipper. I also took the time to unclasp her bra and let her gorgeous breasts out. I immediately spun her around and began to kiss and lick her tits. With each nibble on her nipples she let out a soft moan that was getting me hotter and hotter. At one point I told her that we shouldn't be doing this, but her only response was "turn off the oven so we don't burn down the house." 

As I turned off the oven, Heather removed my pants and knelt down so she could take my 8-inch cock into her mouth. As much as I loved my wife's mouth around my cock, I couldn't help but think how much better Heather's felt. 

Her head continued to bob up and down, taking my manhood as far into her mouth as possible. From time to time she would swirl her tongue around on the tip of my penis practically making me cum each time. 

"Tell me how much you like this," Heather said.

"You are the best, I can't believe we are doing this," I told her.

"I think we have sufficiently crossed the line at this point, so you might as well fuck me," she replied.

Without any more words, I helped her stand up and removed her shorts. As much as I wanted to just fuck her there, she didn't want to in the kitchen. Instead she led me to the dining room. She shoved me down on top of the dining room table and immediately climbed on top of me. 

Before I had a chance to do anything she slid my cock into her hot and wet pussy. I let out a loud "OH GOD," as I was sliding into her for the first time. That sensation almost drove me over the edge immediately but I controlled myself.

"I want to savor this," I told Heather.

"Oh hush and just fuck me good," Heather replied.

As we moved in rhythm I allowed my hands to roam all over her body. One hand was slowly caressing her ass, while another was exploring her tits. Each time I pinched her small perky nipples, she let out some moans.

After a few minutes, I rolled her over and started pumping my dick inside her faster and faster. As I pumped inside her we could hear the sound of balls slapping on her ass. These sounds along with me squeezing her breasts were driving Heather nuts. 

"I'm about to cum," Heather screamed.

As Heather reached orgasm I could feel her muscles contracting. This sensation drove me to the brink and I spit my load inside her. She reached back and guided my hand down her leg, and I could feel our juices start to seep out down her leg. 

As I finished my orgasm I slowly removed my cock from her pussy and started rubbing her clit with my hand, as I wasn't ready for this to end. Heather slowly rolled over onto her back and pulled me down next to her. I continued fingering her clit as we kissed.

"I don't want this to end," I told her.

"Unfortunately we are going to have to get cleaned up so we don't get caught," Heather replied.

Heather reached over and grabbed my cock which was starting to get hard again. She told me that there wasn't enough time for round two, but I could get a rain check. Of course I agreed.

I still stayed for dinner and got the key from Bill before I left. As I left, Heather walked me out to my car, gave me a quick flash of her beautiful tits a nice big kiss, and of course the key to the cabin. 



Crossing the Line



The light flickered as her finger traced the edge of her glass. The vodka glistened between the ice cubes in her old-fashioned as she smiled to herself. She looked into her friend's eyes; his gaze was so deep and warm. Her diamond ring sparkled as she brought the drink to her ruby lips. The remaining liquid flowed quickly into her mouth as the ice chimed against the glass.

"Did you want another?" her friend asked. He sipped his martini and then stirred it with the double olives. He sucked on one gently and then pulled it into his mouth.

She smiled and paused. She looked at her glass empty save for the slowly melting ice cubes. "No, I think if I had another that would be trouble."

They both laughed quietly, but they knew that they were already traveling down the path to trouble. They both wore wedding rings, yet they were not husband and wife. They were friends, coworkers, at a meeting in a city away from their homes.

Both friends loved their spouses, yet it seemed like the fire of passion had been long extinguished in each of their marriages, his of 10 years, her marriage a short five. Neither would have ever considered being anything but faithful, but here they were late into the evening sharing drinks in a distant bar. 

She reached for his hand and squeezed it as he emptied the last of his martini. She sighed and asked if he was done for the night. "I'm ready to call it quits," she groaned, "tomorrow is going to start early and it's already late."

He agreed and rose from the bar. He unfolded an extra bill for the bartender as they both straightened the wrinkles in their clothes. As they walked from the hotel bar to the bank of elevators she playfully hugged him as they strolled towards through the lobby. Her perfume enveloped his senses as they giggled together.

With a bright chime the doors to the elevator opened, together they entered. The small space became quiet as the fading noise from the bar was pushed away by the closing doors. To his surprise, his coworker did not loosen her grip on him as they stood in silence. They felt the pull of gravity increase as the elevator slowly climbed skyward.

She smiled as she hugged him closer. He was always a good friend and listener when she poured her heart out to him. He never passed judgment on her when she complained that the spark seemed to have been snuffed out between her husband and her. She leaned her head into the empty space on his neck and shoulder. Closing her eyes and she sighed. The vodka tugged upon her.

How many years had he known her? It seemed like an eternity as he remembered when she told him she was getting married. He was happy for her. He had hoped that her marriage would continue to be new, fresh and exciting as his once was. As his hand stroked her side he wondered if marriage was such that it becomes like a nice comfortable blanket, stable, consistent and warm if you are lucky. Yet like a nice familiar blanket, it ends up not being too exciting.

The doors slid open as she loosened her grip on him as she stepped through the opening and on to her floor. She turned to wish him a good night. She paused and then stuttered,"Would you like to have a night cap?" she asked. "I mean, I know it's late and I would understand if you can't." Trouble she thought to herself, trouble.

He smiled gently, knowing he was dancing an area that he so often wished to avoid. "That sounds nice," he answered as he stepped off the elevator and onto her floor. 

They walked down the hall to her room, not realizing that they were holding hands as they slowly meandered across the carpet. She fumbled through her purse as she found the key to her room. She quickly entered, glancing around as if leering eyes were watching their every move.

He entered after her and could smell the remnants of her perfume as he followed. Her room was large with one bed in the center. Her window looked out upon the city skyline. Her room was much larger than his he noticed with a touch of jealousy.

"I'm sorry, but our drinks will need to come from the minibar," she sheepishly explained. She dropped her purse and quickly kicked off her shoes. 

"I'll take my $10 drop of tequila," he laughed as he loosened his tie. He opened the little refrigerator and pulled out a tiny bottle of Jose Cuervo. "It's okay, I shouldn't really have much more to drink anyhow. What would you like?"

She leaned against the window sill the city lights framing her small lithe body, "Surprise me, but don't insult me and give me the chardonnay!" she giggled.

He joined her to silently admire the glimmering city lights. They could hear the murmur of the streets that tried unsuccessfully to permeate the glass of the window. He opened her vodka and offered it to her. His hand slipped around her waist as he sipped his tequila. The city moved, even at this late hour, below them.

She took a deep draw on her vodka, emptying it half way. She shivered out of nervousness, yet still she moved closer to him as if it was the cold of the night. The thermostat on the wall read 72 degrees. A mixture of guilt and anticipation engulfed her as she looked into the city, his warm grasp firmly upon her waist.

He put down his drink and turned to her. He knew that there was no turning back. His guilt was buried underneath the warmth and comfort in his friend's arms as he embraced her tenderly. They did not say a word as they clung together, their bodies molding as one. Her face was buried into his shoulder as she felt their combined weight pull them together.

Slowly they peeled off of each other and looked deeply into the other's eyes. Her eyes are so beautiful he thought. Her eyes seemed to penetrate deeply into his soul as he met her gaze. The clock slowed, the room became silent as they leaned into each other. All she could whisper was a feeble, "But..." as their lips met. Gently, warmly their lips touched, their arms draped on each other.

"Me too..." he whispered back. Two lonely souls seeking solace in each other's embrace in a faraway city.

Deeper they kissed as their mouths opened. Her lips accepting his kiss while his hands glided gracefully upon her back. He pulled her into him their bodies melting. His tongue shyly peeked out to meet the tip of her tongue. Lovingly they kissed, their tongues twisting together.

She giggled as she broke their embrace, placing her half filled bottle of vodka on the table. She smiled nervously at him realizing what they were doing. "I still love him," she whispered as he pulled her back to him.

"I know and I love my wife, but I also know I need you now," he answered into her ear. He kissed her deeply, a passionate kiss that had been void in their lives for so long, yet one that they craved.

He stopped and admired her beauty. Her silky hair framing her sultry face. Her lips slightly sticky from her fading lipstick. Kissing her neck gently, running his tongue along her throat, he slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Each button seemed to explode off as his fingers pushed them through the openings. 

The silk silently slid down her arms as the blouse fell to the carpeted floor. She sighed as he gazed upon her loveliness. She giggled slightly as she reached behind her and unclasped her bra. She felt the pressure release as she knew that this was the moment. She could stop now and blame it on the alcohol. But her desire, her love, for her friend enveloped her. She smiled and freed her breasts from their constraint. She held her crumpled bra between her breasts half covering them with her forearms. 

He smiled gently and gasped. She was so beautiful, so delicate. The world was slowly falling away and there was only she.

He moved to her and gently wrapped himself around her in a loving embrace. He felt her flesh pushing into his chest as he kissed her cheek. They sat at the edge of the bed as he softly kissed her neck. His hands barely stroking her side as they melted together. He looked deep into her eyes as his fingertips found their way to the clasp of her skirt. He waited for a sign, that maybe they needed to stop. None came.

He unclasped her skirt and gently tugged off of her. She playfully dangled her feet as it slid down her calves. She had amazing legs he thought to himself as he dropped the skirt to join her blouse on the floor. He knelt and kissed between her breasts. He felt her heat emanating from her as he kissed his way to her stomach. It was no longer her perfume that filled his senses, it was another scent. A scent of desire that pulled him closer as his lips ran upon her undulating stomach.

It has been so long she thought to herself. So long since a man has kissed her body with such intensity. Her breath deepened as she felt his lips coating her body with his kisses. Her legs squirmed together in ecstasy as she reveled in his kisses.

Suddenly he stopped. She looked at him in concern as he stood. But soon her look of concern was replaced by a sly grin as he began to loosen his tie. Slowly he stripped for her as she lay on her side on the bed. She absently stroked her nipples gently admiring the display in front of her.

First his tie, then his shirt, and next he kicked off his shoes and socks. He smiled at her devilishly and slid his trousers down his taught legs. The muscles in his thighs slightly rippled as he bent to remove his pants. She smiled lustfully at his display.

Finally he was only in his boxer briefs. The black cotton clung to his body outlining his form, the legs of the briefs melted to his thighs. She licked her lips as she spied the bulge that was held in his briefs. Smiling wickedly he placed his fingers under his waistband. "Is there something that you want?" he teased. She nodded slowly, leaning forward she ran her fingertip along his bulge.

"Maybe," she giggled, "let's just wait and see..."

Their eyes met and held as he bent to remove his briefs. Slowly he slid them down his legs as their eyes never strayed. Deep into each other they peered. Her stare moved down from his eyes and she was greeted by a wonderful sight. Her friend was completely hard and she could see the beginnings of a wetness glistening on the tip of his manhood.

She leaned into him licking her lips. Raising herself upon her elbows she brought his cock to her. Millimeters in front of her face she held his cock. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back. So wonderful her grasp felt. She inhaled deeply, his manliness filling her senses as she closed her eyes to fall into it.

Shyly the tip of her tongue licked the dollop of the sticky clear liquid that formed on the crest of his cock. He groaned slightly as she smiled. His taste was enlightening, she had not tasted one's life in such a long time. Her tongue extended from her mouth as she laid it upon his burgeoning shaft. Gently the flat of her tongue folded around his hardness. Slowly she licked his steely manhood feeling every vein bubble across her tongue.

Groaning he stroked her hair as she engulfed his cock, she surrounded him. His entire being she held in her mouth as she sucked slowly, deliberately. She could feel her nipples stiffening as his cock pushed deeper into her throat. Reaching back she pinched her aching nipples, she tugged on them lengthening them. Her legs squirmed together as she took his length into her mouth. Deeper and deeper her lips stroked his cock. He grimaced as she raked his steel with her teeth. His senses overloaded with a once forgotten feeling.

Firmly she continued to suckle his cock as her hand reached for his the sack that was filled with his sperm. She massaged is as she felt it growing. Deeper and deeper she took him as she held his waiting sperm in her hand.

Before he was at the brink of no return, he pulled away and knelt down to his friend. He smiled longingly and kissed her deeply. Their tongues searching, knotting, needing. Her taught nipples pierced into his chest as he lay next to her. He lowered his lips to her nipples and extended his tongue. Slowly he worked the tip around her areola, barely touching her hardened nipple.

"Mmm..." she heard herself sigh. A man who takes his time she thought to herself, she had never had this experience before. She ran her fingers through his hair as he began to make love to her breasts.

Taking one nipple between his lips he began to suckle. Gently tugging her nipple, encouraging it to grow further. The friends' combined moisture filled the room with their scent. The sounds of the city were a feint chant in the distance as he flicked the tip of his tongue upon her nipple. She gasped in sexual agony as his teasing continued.

Gently his teeth nibbled at her nipple and her other was greeted by his searching fingers. Together, her nipples hardened even further as one was nibbled while the other was pinched and tugged. Squirming below him she succumbed to the rapture that he held upon her breasts and soul.

Finally his torture stopped and he slowly kissed his way down her stomach stopping at the top of her now drenched panties. The dainty blue silk clung to her as her musk filled his nostrils with desire. Kissing her belly button, he then flicked his tongue just where the fabric ended. She could feel his fingers slowly slide under the band of her thong as she sighed deeply. She heard herself groan, "Yes...please..."

Quietly he slipped the baby blue panties down her taught legs. Her womanhood exposed. A tiny patch of matted hair glistened as he raised her thong to his nose. Clutching the tiny bit of fabric, he smiled at her wickedly while he inhaled deeply. The smell of her arousal drenched him, filling his being with desire for her beauty. He closed his eyes lost in desire.

He needed her.

Lowering himself to her, he slowly urged her to part her legs. Opening herself entirely to him, her petals sparkled with desire. Her nectar coating her pussy as she licked her lips in anticipation. He kissed her inner thighs teasing her as she undulated in agony. One leg and then the other. His hands softly stroking each thigh while she groaned in desire.

Finally his lips barely kissed her folds. Slightly grazing them with his lips, she bit her lip waiting for his attention, her legs splayed wide open and wanton. He smiled in total desire as the tip of his tongue ran along her pussy's lips. His saliva began to mix with her nectar as he slowly unfolded her petals puffy, full of her desire.

Down one side and then along the other, his tongue tortured her lips. She grasped her nipples and tugged on them as he slowly flicked his tongue along her womanhood. She heard herself cry as he began to lick her in earnest. Her legs wide and on his shoulders as he licked her deeper and deeper. Suddenly his tongue flicked her button. She arched her back aching. Electric shocks bolted through her as he flicked her hardened clit.

She could feel it build. She hadn't felt this way in years, but she recognized the long lost trembling. Her orgasm was near. Vaulting her eyes shut, her teeth locked together, she fought the coming flood. Last a little longer. Suddenly he felt arch her back and become stiff in orgasmic bliss. Tears flooded from her eyes as wave after wave of ecstasy overcame her. She had waited years for this feeling to return.

Her breath was ragged as he continued to softly lick her. She would occasionally tremble as his tongue continued to lap any of her remaining desire. Gently he raised himself and kissed her stomach, then her breasts and finally a deep kiss together. Their tongues melting together as they clung together. Her drenched pussy pressed up against his still steely cock.

They kissed deeper as his fingers softly stroked her sides. Their mixed saliva and desire flooding into each other. Her nipples began to become taught again as they kissed deeper. She lay back and pulled him to her. Grasping his cock she placed its tip near her entrance, an invitation to break their final barrier.

Their tongues twisted as he felt her grip on him loosen, a signal to join as one. Slowly he slid his hardness into her. He felt her enveloping him in warmth, while she reveled in the fullness she felt from his cock. They were one.

Slowly he began to rock into her as their moist bodies clung together. Their deep breaths in unison as her pussy's lips suckled his steel rod. She could feel vein by vein while he slowly pumped deeper into her.

He leaned down and took a nipple into his lips. Sucking he continued to pummel deeper and deeper. His firm strokes rippling past her clit.

They gasped together as their bodies were one. Their entire life force joined together while they made love. One could not tell where he ended and she began. Her legs were wide open begging for him to be deeper, her nails digging into his back.

Thrust after thrust they reached for each other's soul as they melted together.

"I'm close..."she whispered in amazement. 

"Me too..." he gasped.

They loved earnestly, passionately. His cock melting together with her pussy. They could feel the distant trembling of the now familiar feeling. His pace quickened as their joined breath became more intense. They were on the edge, the very brink of their shared bliss.

For a frozen moment, less then a second, her eyes opened widely. His stare joined hers as at that moment, before their flood, reality broke down the door. His wife, her husband. He was in her, no condom. They both knew it for that millisecond, but were powerless to stop the inevitable blissful tsunami.

And then they were back in their shared world, only the two of them. They orgasmed together. If they wanted to stop, they were helpless to do so. But he did not want to stop. He needed to deliver his seed into her. And she did not want to stop, she also needed his sperm to burst into her. He needed to give her his life and she needed to accept it.

Wave after wave of life giving sperm pumped deeply into her womb. Tears of joy, of regret leaked from her clenched eyes. Years of passionless existence were released as he stroked his cock over and over into her. Arching his back they were joined forever in a moment as his cum flooded into her.

Slowly their flood abated. She could still feel his cock twitching in her as he held her closely. They were still as one. They both knew that at that moment his sperm were searching for her egg. Kissing softly, gently, they looked deeply into each other's eyes.

"Thank you," they whispered to each other as they clung together.



Crossing the Line Again



Fucking your cousin. I know what you're thinking, but Lisa and I started innocently enough being 18 and late bloomers, so we just happened to start our sexual exploration with each other. It just happened and oddly it has worked out. No strings attached but we care about each other and sincerely care about each other's spouses. Being related has removed the jealousy or desire to take it any further or seriously.

Now we're thirty and quite a few times a year she'll whisper in my ear our private code that we've had for years.

"Where?" she'll ask.

"Just say when." I'll answer.

Then we arrange a place to, well...fuck. Lisa is beautiful. She still has long blond hair that she had when we were growing up. Her waist is narrow, her breasts are full and she has this toned stomach and deep blue eyes that draw in your soul. Oh, and she has little dimples when she smiles. She smiles with her whole face with her eyes brightening the whole room.

The daughter of another cousin is getting married and with family in town at our grandparents; Lisa and I told everyone we'd go do the grocery shopping. With everyone at grandma's house, including our spouses who were involved telling jokes to family, it gives us a chance to stop by uninterrupted at my house for a quick fuck which we haven't had in a while.

That's the nice thing about being cousins. Not only are there no strings, but no one thinks a thing about you running off somewhere together.

We park the car in the next block as an extra precaution and slip in the back door. Lisa wasted no time. She never does as her tongue finds mine as soon as the door closes behind us with her hands groping my chest and ass through my clothes.

"Oh, Alex. Do you realize how long it's been since I've felt your ass, kissed these lips?"

"What? Your husband doesn't have a fine ass?"

"Sure he does. He just isn't using it lately."

"Lisa, without sex?"

"He's been in and out of town a lot. Come take care of it for me." She says as she pulls me toward the bedroom my wife and I share. Although I have to admit, my wife hasn't been all that frisky lately either so I'm all ready to fuck my beautiful Lisa. 

"We don't have long." I tell her as we enter the bedroom. It's quite large with a king sized bed in the middle and a bathroom at one end and a large closet at the other.

"Not to worry. How's this?" Lisa leans over the end of the bed with her back to me and her legs spread as far apart as the tight fitting black dress she is wearing will allow. Then with a grin and twinkle in her eye she looks over her shoulder at me and slowly begins lifting up her dress.

Slowly the hemline ascends her smooth thighs. As it glides, my dick hardens. Up and up, I watch mesmerized by the erotic image and curves it begins to reveal. First the line of her inner thighs that soon give way to the curvature of her tight, firmly packed ass. Soon both cheeks are in full view and she doesn't stop until I get a glimpse of the small of her back.

Now she is able to spread her legs wider free from the fabric. Leaning further she grabs the railing of the bed frame and tilting her ass upward I can now see the fine blonde hairs of a feminine mound lightly covering her pussy which looks like two petals of a fleshy rose peaking between her legs from behind.

"No panties?" 

"Just for you Alex. Now fuck me, we don't have much time, remember?"

I have to dig my erection out of my pants and maneuver the zipper opening over its length to spring it free. Once out, I rub the tip along the curvature of her ass then up and down her cheeks. I notice Lisa is already rubbing her pussy softly.

The small of her back is always sexy and I am hypnotized by her full yet compact ass that rounds nicely before me. A small speck of fluid glistens from the tip of my dick which I massage onto the cheeks of her ass.

"Stop teasing. Fuck me, my love." She says.

With one hand I grasp her waist from behind and position myself squarely behind my kissing cousin. With the other hand I guide my dick between her lovely thighs and bend at the knees slightly to angle it under her ass toward its goal.

Lisa spreads wider and pulls one labia open with her hand to allow me access to her. From behind I can't see her pussy but suddenly I feel it and know I'm where we both want to be. Her moisture greets the head of my dick and slowly I allow the shaft to follow and warmth immediately envelopes it.

With a moan from Lisa and a sigh from my own lips, I slide it to its base fully impaling her on my dick. Grasping her slender hips with both hands I start fucking the first pussy my dick ever felt. In and out we fuck. My dick glides outward and her pussy seems to suck it back within.

Lisa tosses her head back, her hair drifting through the air and landing on her back. My hips thrust smoothly and my mind settles into a place where it's just me and my lovely cousin; safe away from worries, guilt and fear. No strings, just sex. No commitment, just...

"What's that?" Lisa tilts her head to one side. Her soft moans suddenly silenced by her words.

"What's what?"

Then I hear it as well....voices. My first thought was a burglar but I heard nothing break. It must be someone with a key. My erection quickly vanishes and I stuff my glistening wet dick into my pants. Lisa stands upright and her dress flutters back down.

There is giggling then silence, more giggling then silence. Lisa and I look at each other and realize without saying a word that it has to be someone we know and can risk explaining why we are here alone with the car parked a block away or we can hide.

We choose the latter.

The bedroom has a nice large closet. We duck inside. If we're caught, we're caught. But the room is dimly lit and the closet is pitch black so we can see through the little slats in the door safely if someone comes and goes real quick without being seen. That's our hope at least.

The giggling gets louder and though we can see the dimly lit room clearly through the closet slits we see no one. Then we hear it. A wet sound. Smacking maybe. Then the giggles return and two figures enter the bedroom. They embrace and kiss next to the bed and the sound of two tongues and lips passionately pressing onto each other echo throughout the room.

Lisa and I peer through the tiny closet slats that make up the door. Then we both see it at the same time. It's Lisa's husband, Joe and Susan, my wife.

There was a brief moment that I wanted to rush out of the closet but thought better of it and squeezed Lisa's hand to make sure she didn't get the same urge. She squeezed back reassuringly that she was staying put as well.

I've never been a voyeur but I felt like I was watching a porn video that I wasn't supposed to see. Joe ran his hands up and down my wife's body as he laid her on the bed. They kicked off their shoes and slowly starting peeling off each other's clothes between frantic kisses and strokes of their hands.

They were naked in seconds. My wife is a brunette but shorter hair than Lisa with just as toned a body. She has slightly larger breasts than Lisa and slender legs. Susan lay on her back on our bed and wrapped those legs around Joe as they kissed. She ran her hands over his chest which was just as toned as mine. It appeared he worked out as much as I did.

He brushed her hair with his hand, caressed her shoulder and palmed her breast. His kisses showered her body as he started at her neck, stopping briefly to suckle each breast, which I knew so well then kissed his way down her stomach. Soon his head disappeared between Susan's legs and she cast her head back in pleasure as he lapped away at her juices.

Lisa squeezed my hand again. The sounds of sex echoed softly within our hiding place. I couldn't tell if Lisa was upset or not but she remained quiet as we watched. Joe licked my wife's pussy, his rock hard dick slightly larger than mine, bobbed between his legs as he knelt on the bed below her.

Susan was clearly enjoying it. He ate her for what seemed a long time until Susan started panting and arching her back. She was about to cum.

Suddenly I realized I had been unconsciously rubbing my own throbbing erection within my pants. I sensed Lisa moving slightly next to me and with my eyes now adjusted to the darkness of the closet, could tell she had reached inside the top of her low cut dress and was kneading her breast gently. My mind raced as my heart pounded. We were actually being turned on by our spouses making love just feet from us.

Without warning, Susan grasped Joe's head the hair. He was still licking feverishly at her pussy when she tugged at his dark curly locks for him to mount her.

"Fuck me, Joe. Fuck me now." She commanded.

With her breathless plea, Joe licked her pussy one last time then slid up her body and between her spread legs. Their tongues entwined immediately and in one deft thrust he plunged his dick into Susan's twitching pussy in one swift motion. Susan accepted his dick fully as it disappeared within her. They then began to fuck like nothing I had seen before. He sweated, she panted. In and out he pumped, her hips rising to meet each thrust.

I felt like my own dick would explode. I wanted to see what Lisa was doing next to me but I couldn't take my eyes off my wife and Lisa's husband. I felt for her in the dark and found her hand. She gave a gentle squeeze to let me know she was ok. But I still didn't know for sure what she was thinking although with her breast rubbing I imagined she was getting turned on as well.

I took her hand and guided it in the dark to the bulge of my dick straining against the fabric of my pants. Lisa felt the shaft up and down, testing its hardness. She now knew that the sight before us, though awkward, was oddly stimulating me. Lisa then surprised me. She then took my hand and guided it between her own legs.

Lifting her dress slightly she placed my hand over her mound. It was wet; soaking wet in fact and far wetter than when I pulled my dick from it just minutes earlier. Lisa was more than turned on or stimulated. The sight of our spouses fucking had her in heat.

Susan started calling Joe's name. Over and over she panted and pleaded. The scene was surreal seeing our spouses fuck like animals.

"Oh, Joe. Fuck. Oh, yes...Joe fuck me. Damn your dick is hard. Oh, fuck me Joe."

"I want your pussy Susan. I want you." Joe responded.

"I love your dick. Give me all of your dick, Joe."

"Susan you feel so good. Shit, Susan. Oh damn your pussy is so good. I've not had it in so long."

"Fuck me like you did last time Joe. Fuck me like you fucked Lisa."

There it was. I glanced at Lisa and we both immediately knew. The last time we saw each other was a couple of months ago. The family was on vacation. Susan and I had a bedroom at the beach house next to Lisa and Joe's room. I told Lisa in private that Susan and I heard them fucking one night. We didn't say anything openly so as not to embarrass them but naturally I told Lisa. 

So who knows how long Joe and Susan had been seeing each other. But at least we knew this wasn't the first time. The memory was gone as quickly as he had emerged when the moans of our spouses grew louder and louder.

Joe started making long purposeful strokes. His thrusts into my wife grew longer and determined. The gyration of his hips took on an inhuman motion which was intensely erotic. Susan lifted her ass to meet each stroke impaling her pussy on his shaft over and over. I could see her juices glisten off his dick; her pussy enveloping it like a sleeve.

"I'm going to cum Susan. I'm going to cum." He moaned.

"Cum in me baby. Cum in my pussy."

"I'm cumming Susan. Shit I'm cumming inside you." 

Joe emitted a guttural sound. His hips flexed violently forward. Susan arched her back and her mouth opened and breathless words barely escaped.

"Joe. Oh, Joe. I'm...I'm cumming...I'm....."

I guess you're supposed to be repulsed by your spouse fucking someone else. But the sight of them pleasuring each other and losing themselves in the act was surreal at worst; maybe even beautiful. I suppose the fact that Lisa and I were not only doing the same but were cousins on top of that, kind of tempered any anger we might have felt for our spouses.

As we watched them recover I wondered just a bit why Lisa & I had been fucking each other all these years. Was it the novelty? Habit? 

Susan and I really had great sex but it got...oh boring I guess; but she sure didn't look boring with Joe. And Joe's dick, well Lisa had a fairly hung stud there. She said he didn't know how to use it with her and didn't fuck her enough. Maybe it was because he was fucking Susan more. 

Whatever the reasons, our spouses were sweating in each other's arms. They caressed each other a bit before Susan jumped up and scrambled to the bathroom. Joe followed. Lisa poked me in the arm and pointed to the door indicating for us to slip out.

I shook my head no. I didn't want to take the chance and it was a good thing too. They both came back in the bedroom just as quickly as they left and began to pull their clothes back on in between quick kisses and touches.

Susan straightened the bed and looked around the room as if checking to see if everything looked ok. I held my breath fearing she would check the closet but she disappeared down the hall to the sounds of giggles once again. Their conversation was small talk and nothing revealing other than they had to hurry back because Lisa and I would return soon.

Lisa and I slowly crept out of the closet when we heard the door close and a car crank up outside to leave. Lisa ran her fingers through her hair.

"Joe and Susan?" she said.

"Your husband. My wife." I said.

"They're fucking. How long have..." 

"Now Lisa. I know we're both in shock..."

"Shock? Damn right , I'm shocked."

"Lisa. It's not like we've got room to talk."

Lisa sat down on the bed in silence. She ran her fingers through her hair again. She was so beautiful and we had been through many difficult times together but I wondered how we'd handle this as it was the worst. Or at least right now it was terribly confusing at best.

I looked at my watch.

"I guess we need to get back." I said.

Lisa just nodded.

"What do you want to do?" I asked.

"We've got time. They won't expect us back for a little while more." She said.

"No, not that. I mean, what do you want to do about Susan and Joe?"

Lisa looked up at me. She then looked at my groin as she sat on the edge of the bed. Her hand reaches out and she feels for my erection which I was losing fast.

"Fuck me."



Crossing the Line - Again



He didn't expect this. 

Well, in all fairness, he should have. But he didn't. 

He knew she was a very sensual, sexual being – even if she had forgotten that part of herself during the past several years of emotional abuse by a husband who made her feel as if she was sexually incompetent and undesirable. On the contrary, it was clearly evident to him. It showed in how she carried herself...in her sexy bedroom eyes...in the gentle, casual touches she frequently gave him and all her other friends. She probably didn't even recognize those signs of latent sexuality apparent in her behavior and demeanor, but he was a keen observer of human interaction. He always had been. And because of that, he should have anticipated that actually acting on one of their sexual fantasies together would make him feel this. 

But he didn't.

This was his first thought as he woke from a brief nap, holding a desirable, fascinating, sleeping woman close in his arms. And his next was this...

What now?

Over the past 7 months, they'd developed a tight friendship that just tilted on its axis an hour ago by sharing this new level of intimacy with her. That friendship was very important to him, perhaps even more than he'd ever admitted to himself until this moment. The moment when he wondered if he'd lost it forever by becoming her lover.

But God help him, he didn't regret what they'd just shared. As he watched his new lover sleeping and saw the smile on her lips, knowing that it was there at least in part because of him, he couldn't bring himself to wish that he could go back in time and never knock on her door. No, that just wouldn't be close to honest, and he was honest to a fault. The truth was no matter what consequence he would face for this choice, if he had the chance again, he'd make the same call. Watching her blossom in front of his eyes, slay her demons with his support and encouragement, and become the woman he suspected she'd always been deep inside was worth whatever price he'd have to pay. It was time to wake Sleeping Beauty and determine how much this would cost him.

He leaned down and gently claimed her lips in a soft, sweet kiss meant to awaken her. He was rewarded by a sleepy, but still turned-on lover reaching down between them to stroke his rapidly rising manhood. It appeared that the cost was going to be deferred. She wasn't done with him yet. Thank God.

What was a man to do when a gorgeous, sexy woman stroked him? Why, stroke back, of course! 

He began by stroking with his tongue, using it to open her lips and taste her sweetness once again. Then he allowed his hands to do some stroking of their own. Her breasts were a nearly perfect fit for his hands, and as he was a boob guy, he enjoyed the chance to rub them, to make her nipples hard by running his thumbs around them.

He heard her slight moan and knew that if they didn't stop this soon, it was going to go farther than the incredible oral sex they'd just shared. Before that happened, they needed to talk, to make sure that in the heat of the moment they didn't make decisions guided by passion that should have been far more intentionally reasoned out.

As much as he hated to, he eased up the kiss and put a little more space between them.

"Tired of me already," she teased when his lips left hers. She smiled as he reached for her hand and brought it to his lips for a kiss, effectively stopping her from continuing to arouse him by stroking his cock. 

"Never. But before I take more than you're offering, we need to chat for a minute, my friend," he told her, hoping with all his heart that she indeed still was.

"This did sort of take us both by surprise, didn't it?" she asked.

"Well, I did come here with the intention of us having some fun together, but I have to admit, I'm a little blown away. And by 'a little', I mean totally and completely stunned," he replied.

"Hey! Did you think I was gonna be bad at this?" she asked, faking a hurt she didn't feel. She knew what he truly meant, because she was feeling it, too. Being with him overwhelmed her senses and she was still reeling a bit from it, truth be told. But she wouldn't miss the opportunity to make him squirm a bit. It was fun to watch.

"No! Not at all! I mean, why would I have ever come asking for it if I thought you were not going to be any good? That just doesn't make sense," he replied, scrambling for some way to tell her how amazing she was without giving away how he was truly feeling. 

And that was really the problem here, he realized with sudden clarity. He was feeling. This wasn't just sex to him. 

It didn't matter that he intended for this to be like his many other sexual adventures over the years. It didn't matter that his plan was for this to be a one-time thing. No, those things didn't matter because actually being with her and experiencing what they had already changed those ideas. She wasn't like anyone else he'd ever been with. And he'd give everything he owned for this not to be a one-time thing between them.

But how did he even begin to have that conversation with her? They were laying here naked in bed with each other, both of them wanting to do something other than talk right now. How did he tell her that this was more than wanting her, more than desire, more than he expected? 

She saved him from that decision by starting the conversation herself.

"You know, I have fantasized about this, dreamed about this, but now that we've actually done this, I have to tell you...it was so much better than anything I could have imagined. Thank you for being willing to do this with me."

"Hey, babe. I'm no martyr. I didn't do this solely for you. I did this because I wanted it just as much as you did. I think this was just as amazing as you do. One day you need to believe that," he responded.

"Oh, I know you enjoyed it. But I also know that you did this primarily for me. I wasn't ready to be so blown away by this. And if I wasn't, I'm betting you weren't either. So I just want to know, what's next? Because I have to tell you, if you leave it up to me, we keep working on the list. I want to try my entire Top 5 list with you. Is that what you want, too?" she asked.

He could scarcely believe what he'd just heard her say. He had known her for months now and knew that she wasn't a typical woman in many regards. Oh, she was physically all woman, and he now had first-hand knowledge to back up that statement. But her directness, her lack of coy game playing, trying to coax him into her bed, her willingness to tackle this head on and honestly, rather than dodge and weave away from the subject...the bluntness of her question was completely unexpected! He had to admit, not only did he appreciate her honesty, but he also found it a huge turn on. She didn't want to play the kind of games where she teased him and taunted him. She just wanted to be with him, and she had made it known. His respect for her was growing exponentially. As was his desire.

"Absolutely yes," he replied. "In fact, the sooner the better." And with that, he closed the space between them he had put between them minutes ago and drew her up close to him, letting her feel the physical reaction he had to her words.

"Oh, honey! It's time to put that to good use," she whispered close to his ear, and then began kissing and licking her way from his neck to his lips, where he took over the situation, claiming her lips in a deep, hot kiss. His tongue mirrored the thrusting movement his cock would likely do soon. She moaned her approval and kissed him back just as intensely.

"Number 2 next?" he asked as they broke the kiss, his voice husky with desire.

"Well, my number 2 was your number 1. I wanted you to make me cum with your mouth and tongue. And oh, my how you did! How about your number 2?" she replied, her voice just as deep as his.

"My number 2 was your number 1. I wanted you to swallow my cum after you gave me a blow job. And you did it like a pro," he replied, and then kissed her remembering how hot it was to see her lips on his cock, sucking him for all she was worth.

"Time for number 3 then," he said when their lips parted. "The only question is, your list or mine?"

"How about both?" she suggested. "After all, we did pretty good the first time."

"Babe, if you think that was 'pretty good', I'm wondering what it's gonna take to get you think it was amazing?" he teased.

"Well, let's find out," she replied. "Yours first."

"Absolutely. Feasting on your breasts is something I've fantasized about for a long, long time," he answered. And then he set out to make number 3 on the list happen.

For as long as he could remember, he'd appreciated women's breasts. He loved them to be just big enough to fill his hands in terms of size, with nice, red, puffy nipples that just begged to be sucked on. He enjoyed looking at them, petting them, licking them, kissing them, and sucking on them. 

He began by laying her on her back and massaging her shoulders and upper arms. He enjoyed hearing her quiet, soft moans of approval, and seeing the smile that graced her beautiful face. Slowly, he worked his way toward her chest, enjoying watching her squirming, even though he hadn't really done much yet.

When his hands finally reached her breasts, he did something that would make this more enjoyable for both of them. He rolled to his back and brought her with him on top of him.

"Sit up, babe. I want to enjoy you fully," he directed her. She complied easily and quickly, not at all worried that she was too heavy for him. The time for that kind of insecurity was long past between them. 

When she settled on top of him, his cock was very near her pussy, and served to remind her of her own list of sexual adventures. Her own number 3 could happen very, very easily from this position. She'd keep that in the back of her mind, but right now, it was time to enjoy his hands and mouth on her.

He began by taking both of her boobs in his hands and gently massaging. The pressure he used was hypnotic and caused her eyes to close in pleasure. Slowly, he changed the pressure a bit so that it was not quite so gentle. Not rough, really, but more insistent. Her eyes stay closed, but her mouth opened slightly as she moaned her approval. He smiled. Exactly the response he wanted.

"Lean toward me, honey," he requested after a few minutes of the sensual massage. She did and was rewarded with his tongue circling one nipple while his thumb circled the other.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, grinding her crotch against his rising cock, wishing he was inside her pussy. The assault on her senses between his mouth, his hands, and what she could feel stiffening beneath her was amazing.

"Soon, baby," he promised. "Soon. Hang on for me, OK?"

"God, yes! Anything. Just don't stop what you're doing. Ever!" she replied, her voice husky with desire.

Encouraged by her response to him, and overcome with the desire to make his mark on her, make his lovemaking something she would not soon forget, he began sucking and nibbling on her nipples, more rough than anything she'd ever experienced, he knew. 

Her limited experience hadn't prepared her for what this would do to her. She felt wanton, ready for anything. The slight pain she felt at his hard sucking and the use of his teeth on her tender nipples was erotic, pushing her to places in her mind and body that she'd never been before. She instinctively knew that he could take her farther if she let him. So she invited him, let him know that he could do whatever he wanted to do with her in this moment.

"My God, that feels so good. More, babe...I want more. Harder. Please," she whispered in his ear as he changed breasts and continued his exploration of her breasts.

"Oh, honey...there's more. Don't you worry. Just enjoy," he replied.

And she did. Immensely.

He took his mouth from her nipples and she sat back up more fully, each of them grinding against the other. His cock strained to get inside her, a pleasure that he denied himself for the time being. As they were pressed intimately together, he squeezed her breasts close together and with both hands on her nipples, pinched them until she squealed. Not in pain, but in pleasure. Sure, there was a bit of discomfort, but it was nothing in comparison to the ferocious need she felt to be manhandled by him. 

Had he anticipated that this would be happening tonight, he'd have brought his nipple clips so that she could begin to train her nipples to appreciate this kind of pleasure/pain. Her horizons were being broadened far more rapidly than he imagined she'd want, however. He'd just have to bring them next time.

Next time. Yes, by this point, he acknowledged, there would be a next time. He still wasn't ready to examine all the feelings swirling around in his head about this, but he was clear enough on that. This was not a one night stand. Not for either of them. The rest they could work out later. Right now, there was far more pleasure to be shared.

Once her nipples were good and red, he let them loose and gently kissed and licked them, soothing them after the rough time he'd just given them.

As she felt his cool breath gently blowing on her sensitive nipples, she made a decision. She wasn't going to wait to be asked for her number 3. She'd waited her entire life, and most often been disappointed. Nope. Not this time. She gathered her courage about her and reached down between them to touch his beautiful dick.

"Time for my number 3, babe," she whispered and leaned down to kiss him greedily while she positioned his cock at her entrance and impaled herself on it in one rapid move.

He was shocked. Stunned, really, and beyond turned on by the wanton woman who took it upon herself to stuff his cock in her cunt. When did this quiet, reserved, beautiful woman decide she was taking charge of her own pleasure and his? He moaned against her lips at the sheer pleasure of being sheathed inside her tight pussy. God, had anything ever felt so good, he wondered.

When the kiss broke, he was still fully seated in her and reached up to caress her breasts and speak to her.

"Well, well. Look who's getting bossy and demanding in bed," he teased her.

"Oh, honey. You ain't seen nothing yet. I'm quite afraid you've unleashed an animal in me," she replied, blushing at her admission.

"Look at me," he directed, and she did as he demanded. He stopped caressing her breasts so he had her full attention for what he had to say.

"There is no reason for you to be embarrassed or ashamed of enjoying what you're doing right now. My God, you are so sexy sitting on top of me. I've imagined this in my head so many times, and never once did I think you'd be the one to have the guts to take my cock and ride it. I figured if I wanted that to happen, it'd have to be me that initiated it. Do you have any idea what this is doing to me, seeing you take charge of your own body, using it to give and receive pleasure? I am more turned on than I think I have ever been. Don't belittle yourself by feeling anything other than proud and empowered," he admonished her.

"I'm not ashamed. But I am surprised. I didn't think I could do this. But what you're doing to me tonight makes me feel stronger and more desirable than I ever have. I want you. I want you to fuck me. But I want to fuck you, too. And that does make me a bit uncomfortable and out of my element. I've never been this desperate, wanton woman before. But I have to tell you, I like it. I like it a lot," she returned, smiling at him.

"Well, honey, by all means. Fuck me."

And she did. Bad knees and all, she began to raise and lower herself in a rhythm that he found and matched, making the penetration even deeper and more satisfying for them both. The look of sheer joy on her face overwhelmed him. This was how she deserved to live life, he decided, knowing that she was woman enough to satisfy a man. Knowing without a doubt that she was desired, sexy, respected. He would do everything in his power to make sure that this happened for her. He didn't know how, had no idea what that would mean, but this was the life she deserved, not the one she had been resigned to up to this point.

When he saw that she was close to her climax, he made a decision that would finish off both of their number 3's in style. Her first, though. He reached between them as she continued to ride him for all she was worth and found her clit. He was treated to her moan as she slowed her rhythm and began to ride out the pleasure building in her as he massaged her clit and brought her to a full orgasm. God, she was gorgeous when she was overtaken by pleasure. Just beautiful, he thought. 

When she had completely stopped riding him and sat still atop his still erect cock, he spoke to her.

"Do you trust me?" he asked.

"With my life," she easily and honestly replied.

"Good. Now that you finished your number 3, I'm going to finish mine. Climb off, baby, and lay down, please."

She did as he asked, wondering what he had planned and hoping it would bring him to his climax. It hadn't escaped her notice that he had yet to cum. But hopefully, whatever he was about to do would remedy that situation.

He straddled her, sitting slightly higher than her waist, and at first, she thought perhaps he was going to use her mouth to finish off their fun. But he had other ideas. His number 3 sexual adventure was all about breasts. And so he reached down to her pussy and used some of her own cum to wet her breasts a bit, and then squeezed them together around his cock. A perfect fit, if he did say so himself.

"Here, let me help you," she offered, and held her tits tight against his cock. He planted his hands on the mattress near her head and began to thrust into her boobs, feeling his balls slap against her tits before he pulled back and thrust again.

She moaned in surprise at how good it felt to have his hard penis rubbing against the sensitive skin of her breasts. He moaned at the pleasure of feeling her tits surround his cock and fully sheath him in their wonderfulness.

Sooner than he'd have liked, he felt the familiar tingle of his spunk getting ready to blow. He warned her that it was close, and then suddenly it wasn't close. It was happening. He wondered what she'd do, how she'd handle this. He needn't have worried. His sexy woman had it handled.

She opened her mouth and caught the first few spurts as they reached her. The rest of the considerable load he blew she kept pressed to her chest tightly as she closed her tits upon his erupting cock. When she could feel that he was done, and she had swallowed her delicious feast, she let loose her tight hold on her breasts and let his cock free. 

She licked it clean for him as he brought it to her lips, making him happier than he remembered being in a long, long time. And then she pushed him over the edge of the happiness meter.

"Since you love my breasts so much, I think you need to clean them, don't you?" she teased.

"It would be my pleasure," he returned and rubbed his semen into the sweet, soft skin of her breasts as if it were the most luxurious body lotion he'd ever applied. And in her opinion, it most certainly was.

As the warm afterglow enveloped both of them and the urgency of the moment faded into a sweet, comfortable passion, they snuggled together in her bed, him spooning up against the back of her, holding her breasts like the absolute treasure they were.

"Stay with me tonight?" she asked quietly, hoping his answer would please her as much as his lovemaking had.

"Yes."

There was much to discuss, much to figure out in his own mind, and then share with her. But for right here, right now, nothing else felt like the right answer. Yes, he would stay. Yes, he had an amazing time this evening with her and wanted it to continue. Yes, he would do this again – soon.




Crossing the Line - Again



Just...yes.