2 comments/ 76367 views/ 5 favorites New Year's Eve By: Crew Cut * Chapter One * The new years Eve party to which Sue and Jennifer had been invited was in a luxurious harbour-front mansion on the north side of the city. The rolling lawns led directly to the water's edge, and a jetty protruded into the harbour. Chanelle Ludovic's women-only new year's eve parties were legendary throughout the lesbian community. The mansion's many rooms were each individually themed, and more delights were promised out of doors, around the pool, the tennis court and on the lawns and water's edge. Chanelle herself retained a discreet presence, and ensured that any and every kind of stimulant and intoxicant was freely available to those who wished to partake. On several occasions tennis players, in town for the summer season of tournaments leading up to the Open had been guests. Other closeted dykes from the entertainment, arts and other prominent cultural groups vied for invitations. Chanelle, however, was more inclined to invite more ordinary women from the ranks of the mainstream community - dykes who often found it hard to express themselves fully in the community - nurses, teachers, public servants, construction workers, computer geeks, salespeople and so on. Sue had scored an invitation through her work at the languages institute at the university. She was a professor in applied linguistics (ok, ok, she's heard all the jokes about applied cunnilinguistics!) and worked with disadvantaged children. How to describe Sue? I guess if you held a lezzo stereotype in your head, Sue might be it - athletic build, sporty, butch and proud. She has several tattoos in delicious places, including one twisting into her hidden hole. She was pierced in all her most sensitive places, and delighted in being in an almost constant state of arousal, promoted by jewelry which almost constantly stimulated her clit and kept her nipples erect. Yet, she hid all this secret activity in her usual clothing - jeans, shirts and denim jackets, business suits for meetings, or for tonight a very elegant tuxedo - silk lapels and starched white shirt. Sue kept her hair extremely short...at least once a week she or Jen gave her a #2 clipper cut. People openly referred to Sue as 'the dyke' or 'the lezz', none of which bothered her at all. When in the company of new students or other academics she could see were uncomfortable with her, she would openly broach the topic. "No doubt, you've heard about me. I'm the token dyke on staff". This would be accompanied by a winning smile and a wink. To men she would say "I guess that means you are safe from me." To women "No need to worry, I'm not interested if you're not - I don't play head games!" Sue had no time at all for what she called 'simpering femmes'. Sure, she had had sub and femme partners before, and she had nothing against them. Why, some of her best (non-sexual) friends were lipstick dykes.....LOL. But it did make it harder for Sue to meet her soulmate. Femmes with cascades of long, Pantene hair were constantly falling across her path, but Sue negotiated it by deftly side-stepping in her best cowgirl boots. During one episode of side-stepping she encountered Jen. If Sue is a proud butch, Jen is something else again. Jen started exploring her lesbianism at age 13. Never showed the slightest interest in boys, and spent most of her high school years promiscuously attempting to seduce women and girls. She joined every female sporting team in school, and had numerous relationships with other girls, coaches and teachers. At 14 she strapped on for the first time and got her first piercing (left nipple). As a young girl she had refused her mother's attempts to interest her in dresses and long hair, and had insisted on a severe, short cut the same as her brothers....shorn back and sides and a kd lang-type floppy top over her forehead. Jen's parents realised early on her 'difference' and remained loving and supportive, so she never had any 'coming out' difficulties. She loved her brothers ferociously, and spent her teenage years comparing notes about girls with them. The first semester Jen was away at college she started visiting the campus barber, and her hair got shorter and shorter...from little boy cut, to flat top to crew cut, to almost shaven. Once she discovered that she loved having her nape and the back of her head shaved bare, she tattooed the back of her head with a tribal design. She also sported a tattoo on her left breast - a dew-kissed open pink rose, resembling the delicate folds of her favourite part of Sue's body..... Jen studied literature and writing at college. She knew she wanted to write - screenplays, plays, short stories and eventually a novel. In order to support herself while she established her writing career she worked whatever jobs she could get. In her college town her unusual appearance was little barrier. The funky cafes where she waitressed had no problems with 'out there' looks, and she was much in demand as a restaurant and café worker. That's how she met Sue. Sue was a regular customer and they got flirting. It wasn't too long before Sue and Jen were regularly fucking, loving and playing together. Then Sue got the invitation for herself and a friend to Chanelle's party. It took some time to decide what each would wear. This is when Jen announced that she wanted to do something different. "I have", she said " A fantasy about being a butch slut". I want to dress like a whore, but retain my otherwise butch outlook, demeanour, and of course display my tatts and piercings. And so it was that they were on the bus to Chanelle's party looking like they did. Neither wanted to drive, aware that whatever intoxicants they consumed would render them dangerous on the road. And so, they decided to enjoy the bus ride as a prelude to the party. Sue looked handsomely butch. No doubting she was female, but dressed as an elegant male 'walker' might be. Jen was playing it both ways, as she had fantasised. Her hair was freshly clippered, her head tattoo clearly visible. She wore a skintight lace top, plunging so low that the top of her rose tattoo peeked out provocatively. Her gold nipple barbells were pushed through holes in the lace, so if you looked carefully, you could see them quite clearly. As well, she wore a brief, tight, black latex skirt. On her feet, she wore strappy stilettos, with a peek-a-boo keyhole strap framing her ankle tatts. Jen and Sue sat in the bus seats towards the front where they could face each other. Now for some fun! Jen sat with her legs slightly apart, her cunt bush facing Sue. Sue removed her boot, and stocking sock and placed her foot on the seat between Jen's legs. She slowly extended her leg, until her big toe was tickling Jen's clit. Jen's pupils dilated, her nipples stood hard and erect, and she squirmed on the toe. Slowly, as the bus bumped its way along, Sue's toe drove deeper into Jen's hole, fucking her rhythmically in time with the engine noise and plunging deeper as they went over speed bumps. Jen arched her neck ,twisted her barbells and moaned low as she came. The bus driver glanced in her mirror, furrowed her brow and wondered what was happening behind her. Two teenage girls, the only other passengers, leaned forward in their seat behind, saw what was happening and giggled behind their hands. Sue then replaced her boot, while Jen stood up, wriggled her arse and pulled the skirt down to the point where it just skimmed her butt cheeks. The bottom of her butt tattoo was just visible, if you leaned your head on one side and dipped down to look. Which Sue did, giving the lead to the girls behind to sneak a glance. Jen started to move towards the back of the bus. She swaggered in her usual butch hip-swaying way, no mincing small steps for Jen! Sue followed her down the aisle, and they took up a place on the back bench seat. Sue ran her hand down Jen's thigh, and then back up. She parted Jen's legs and placed her thumb on the pierced clit hood. She pressed the clit, then coaxed it out of its protective cover. She then held three fingers upright, her hand resting on the seat. Jen moved her arse off the seat, then repositioned her cunt directly on the fingers, and proceeded to ride them, fuck them while Sue leant and sucked Jen's tits. Sue found Jen's g-spot and proceeded to massage it with the insistency needed for her ejaculate juices to gush. By the time they arrived at their stop, the seat was drenched with Jen's juices, and her lacy top had enormous wet patches surrounding her tits. Other passengers had got on the bus and they were turning their heads and trying to see what was happening. As Sue and Jen walked the length of the bus to get off, there were some hisses and curses being uttered under breath. "Lemons, dykes, filthy lezzos" were just some. At the doorway of the bus, Jen and Sue turned, and waved to the stunned passengers. The two younger women scrambled to their feet and rushed to the door, eager to get off where Sue and Jen had. By now, they were determined not to let them out of their sight. * Chapter Two * Jen and Sue stumbled, laughing, off the bus. They held each other around the waist and stopped for a passionate kiss. Their tongues lingered lovingly in mouths, and they caressed each other - Sue grasping Jen's buttocks and gently pushing her skirt higher, so that she could clasp the bare , soft rounded bum close. Jen pushed forward and could feel Sue's girlcock pressing into her. Jen remembered the first time she had strapped on - she had been 14, and her 21 year old hockey coach was tutoring her. There was never a question for Jen about penetrative sex: she loved it and loved doing it. Just with girls, though. The thought of a male cock made her shudder even then. She had never had to come to terms with this, but one or two of her straight friends were endlessly curious about it: "but why if you like being fucked with a cock can't you do it with a man?" Jen tried as best she could to explain that it was an emotional commitment..the softness (even if firm) of another woman's body, the validation of self that another woman brought. Not to mention the smells of woman! Jen and Sue broke their embrace and saw that the young women from the bus were standing nearby, watching with great attentiveness. Sue winked, Jen smiled, and the girls asked if they were headed for Chanelle's party. Jen and Sue laughed and said "Of course!" and asked whether the girls were invited. Jen thought they were rather young for such a gathering, and said as much. One of the young women said "Oh, we are 16 and 17...we met Chanelle at a women's centre, at a meeting for young dykes. We were talking about how hard it is for some of us to get the privacy we need, and how it is sometimes hard to find affirmation from friends and school counsellors, even for those who had come out. "We know we are not just 'going through a phase' " explained one who introduced herself as Vivvy, her friend as Ronnie. Chanelle was including safe spaces in her house for young women taking their first tentative steps into lesbianism, and those more experienced but looking for younger (or older) mentors. Sue nodded, and said it seemed like only yesterday she was a baby butch. "Let's get going then! I'm Sue, my honey here is Jen!" Gorgeous women, couples and singles, young, old, fat, thin, butch, femme, and all sorts in between and unlabelled were thronging towards the house. Sue presented their invitation to the security woman at the door, and they entered. Chanelle stood in a large foyer greeting all her guest. She stressed the need to stay safe and remember each woman's right to feel comfortable with what she was doing, and with great feeling and warmth wished them a Happy Party. The next room, an ante-room had a guide to the house, and an explanation of the activities available in various sectors. Jen and Sue decided to proceed to the indoor pool, located within a large atrium in the centre of the house. The full moon was directly overhead, flooding the atrium and pool with moonlight. Some women were swimming, or playing in the pool, others chatting and sipping cocktails, still others locked in private passions on the banquettes and sofas around the pool. Sue pulled Jen close to her and slowly stripped her. As she removed each item of clothing, she spent delicious moments caressing and fondling Jen's body, so that each curve, crevice and surface was electric with desire. She pulled Jen, naked, to her and pressed her girlcock into her. Jen uunzipped Sue's trousers, and placed her hands hard on her buttocks, pulling Sue still closer as they kissed. Eventually Sue whispered "Time for the show!". Jen strode to the diving board and performed a perfect swallow dive from the end. Sue carefully removed all her clothes and stood majestically at the end of the board, her sequined harness glistening in the softness of the moonlight. Jen emerged from the pool, her wet body so shiny and desirable. She climbed back on the board and braced herself against the railing, arching her pussy forward and head back. Sue kissed the sweet curve of Jen's neck and thrust her girlcock into the wet and inviting space Jen so desperately wanted filled. A cloud passed over the moon as Jen humped and fucked as Sue thrust and pumped. At the moment the cloud moved on, and the moon emerged, lighting up Sue and Jen like a spotlight, Jen screamed her cumming. In a shadowed corner Vivvy and Ronnie watched, preparing to make their move.... * Chapter Three * Sue and Jen dived into the pool, their lithe bodies slicing through the water like arrows. They emerged at the other end and shook their heads. Droplets clung to their clippered hair, gleaming like pearls in the moonlight. Sue still wore the beaded strapon. Laughing, she pushed Jen back into the curved stepped recess and again pushed the dildo into Jen's willing lovehole. Relatively weightless in the water, Jen wound her legs around Sue's hips and received the thrusting girlcock. Sue had to steady herself by pressing against the end of the pool and as she pressed forward her breasts swung close to Jen's mouth. Jen darted her tongue out and eventually caught one nipple with her mouth. She pulled it deep into her mouth, filling herself with Sue's tit. As Jen and Sue continued their sex play, Vivvy and Ronnie stole quietly to the edge of the pool. Vivvy was naked, Ronnie wore a diaphanous blue sarong around her waist, her large and firm breasts exposed. As Jen arched her neck backward, Vivvy slipped onto the step of the pool above her and placed her legs over Jen's shoulder. The back of her knees pressed against Jen's tits, the hard nipples banging Vivvy's soft behind-knee area. Vivvy's cunt was pressed firmly against the back of Jen's neck, its warmth and wetness mingling with the warmth of the pool water. As Sue fucked Jen her eyes took in with enormous pleasure the scene in front of her : Jen arching and bucking her head and rubbing Vivvy's pussy as she did. Ronnie meanwhile stood, legs slightly apart, playing with her own breasts. She rolled her nipples between her fingers, tweaking and scissoring them, them rolling the flat palm across them. She looked directly at Sue as she did. Sue had an unimpeded view of the joy of all three women which made the thrill of fucking Jen so much more intense. As Jen began to moan her cumming, Ronnie threw off her sarong and dived silently into the pool, lost from view. Vivvy continued to rub her cunt across Jen's bare neck, relishing the sensation of the smoothness of the shaved nape against her clit and lips. At the moment Sue's final thrust brought Jen to a screaming, shuddering climax, Ronnie appeared behind Sue, her hand clasping the bare ass and one finger finding her asshole. Sue gasped and thrust further forward, thus unbalancing both Jen and Vivvy, who toppled, laughing, into the water. The four water babies splashed and frolicked, giggling and laughing. Vivvy pulled Sue by her cock and attempted to ride it herself, with no success! She was floating free when Ronnie came up behind her and lifted her on to Sue's dildo. Vivvy rode it and whooped with pleasure while Ronnie pulled her nipples from behind. Eventually all four women emerged from the pool, and threw on the fluffy bathrobes provided for them. Vivvy and Ronnie kissed each other passionately, and Jen and Sue did the same. Sue unstrapped and taking Jen by the hand, and smiling at Vivvy and Ronnie,led them all to the sauna. They shucked off the bathrobes and went and lay naked on the benches chatting. Jen idly flicked Sue's clit with a finger, and Vivvy explored Ronnie's cunt with a finger. Ronnie said "I guess you are a little surprised we are so confirmed in our sexuality at our ages?" Jen smiled and said "Well seeing I was fucking girls at 14, I guess not! Sue here was the repressed one - she waited til she was nearly 18!" Vivvy was relieved and said so..."Ronnie hit on me the first time we met, and I was so naïve I didn't know what she was doing til she kissed me. I melted immediately, and my jeans got soaking wet. I hardly knew what was happening, but I loved it and haven't stopped since! " Sue was running her hands along the nape of Jen's neck, and up the back of her head. Vivvy exclaimed "Jen, when I was rubbing myself on your neck, it was sooooooooooo delicious....My greatest wish is that Ronnie shear off her long hair..." she added wistfully. With that Ronnie leapt off the bench and in measured tones said "Well, tonight is a night for wish fulfilment...let's dry off and go to the barbershop room!" "But", she added "You have to grant me a wish too! Later." * Chapter Four * Jen opened the door to the Hair Room and led Sue, Ronnie and Vivvy inside. It was a luxurious cross between a beauty salon and barber shop. There were leather reclining lounges, large, high barber shop chairs and the room was lined with mirrors.A full array of hair cutting, clipping , styling and shaving tools were set out on the marble topped counters. A long-haired sylph-like Asian girl was having her hair brushed and combed by her statuesque androgynous Mistress. Her hair reached to below her ass! She was being prepared for their adventures in the Rubber Room. Her body was entirely encased in a full-length rubber catsuit, the only exception being a triangular shaped cut-out exposing the lush and luxuriant straight-hair bush of her mons pubis. Through this her Mistress had already woven brilliant glass beads, so that when she walked, they clinked against each other, and provided a colourful contrast to the black rubber catsuit. The Mistress tied her sub's long tresses into a pony tail high on her head and secured it with a rubber thong decorated with matching beads. After she had finished decorating, the Mistress had her sub sit in the barber's chair while she cut two feet of hair from the ponytail. To do this, she secured another band two feet from the end of the cascade, and picked up the shears. SCHHNIK, SCHHNIK went the scissors as the sliced through the thick black hair. Mistress held the shorn half-pony tail in her hands. The sub's hair still fell to the middle of her back. Mistress then reclined in one of the leather lounges to plait and weave the hair with beads, thus creating a unique collar for her sub. She concentrated, but smiled, all the while she received the gentle probing tongue of her sub against her clit and along her labial lips while she was completing the collar. While they waited, Jen and Sue examined the tools available in the room. They were familiar with the different sized clippers...they regularly sheared each other, and on occasion, their friends. They had long since made their hair fantasies part of their love play. At this time, Ronnie and Vivvy were not yet aware of the extent to which Jen and Sue were excited by the act of hair shearing. Part of Vivvy's desire to see Ronnie with a shorn head was the anticipation of the excitement of the act. For some months she had been staring in barber shop windows and snatching long looks at the dykes at the Young Lesbians' Centre who had spiky cuts and bare napes. Coming out to herself and her friends was only one of a continuous series of self-surprises for Vivvy. What she did know was that every time a girl with a trim, short cut came near her, her cunt filled with juice and the result was a wet crotch. New Year's Eve My name is Samantha, but everyone calls me Sam. This is the story of how my Dad and I became lovers. If anyone had told me that I would be having sex with him, I would have told them they were crazy. It isn't that I would have been repulsed by the idea, it just never entered my thoughts. Mom left us when I was a senior in high school. My 38 year old Mom dumped us for her golf instructor who was six years her junior. I came home from school that day in late January and found Dad sitting in the living room looking like his world had collapsed. When I asked what was wrong, he merely handed me the note he had been reading. It was very short. Sean, I've left with Doug Petersen. Doug and I are in love and have been for over a year. Our marriage is a farce and has been for the last five or six years. You just wouldn't recognize it. Doug's got a financial supporter to back him on the tour and I'm going with him. Tell Sam I'm sorry. Diane I was surprised and a little angry at the way she left, without a word to me, but I wasn't shocked. I had suspected that something was going on. Dad and I survived. I graduated, and then I started at City College in a pre-law program. I was still living at home. I didn't want to leave Dad all alone - he had taken it real hard when Mom left. They had been married for over twenty 20 years when she left. I had hoped Christmas would cheer things up, but it turned into a real 'downer' for us both. Dad's only 40 and a nice looking guy. He's about 5'11" and 160 lbs. or so, in good shape. I told him to get a date - go out and celebrate New Years - live it up a little. He was single again. I told him I wouldn't mind if he brought someone home... just call and let me know and I would stay over at Kathy's and give him some privacy. But, he said, "No, he wasn't sure he knew how to go out on a date, it had been too long. He'd just stay home and watch Dick Clark on TV." On New Year's eve I bought four large bottles of champagne, two pink and two white. I was determined to liven things up. I rarely drink, even wine, so I didn't realize how much champagne I had purchased for just two people. That evening after a late dinner, I went upstairs and showered. I guess subconsciously I may have wanted to turn Dad on, because I put on my sheer baby doll outfit rather than my normal long nightgown. I remember admiring myself in the mirror. At 5'7" and a 34-26-35 figure, auburn hair and hazel eyes with a greenish tint to them, I thought I looked pretty good. My only complaint was my breasts - I always wished they were larger. I put on my robe and headed downstairs to welcome in the New Year with Dad. He had a fire going in the den and was sitting on the sofa with his stocking feet up on the coffee table watching Dick Clark on the TV - it was 10:30, so we had an hour and a half before the ball dropped in Times Square. I worked the cork loose on the bottle and as it popped free yelled, "Happy New Year! Let's do a little celebrating!" Dad was startled but then laughed as I poured the champagne for us. I sat down by him and we talked about anything and everything. I don't know how many glasses of champagne I had, but we went through that first bottle very quickly. I know he was more relaxed and loose than he had been all year. I was definitely beginning to feel the champagne when I got up and went to get another bottle. I let him open the second bottle while I put some CD's on and muted the TV. Since I had a strobe light display that pulsed to the music hooked up to the stereo, I turned the overhead lights off. It was so warm with the fire going that I took off my robe and sat back down, cuddling up to him as he put his arm around me. My left hand was resting lightly on top his thigh. We talked and had a couple more glasses of champagne. When a nice slow song came on, I pulled him up and said, "Let's dance. Dance with me - it's New Year's Eve." At first he said no but I insisted and he gave in. I finally got him to hold me close and dance the way you're suppose to on a slow dance. When I pulled him even closer and laid my head on his shoulder I found out why he had been holding me off - he had an erection, a big one. I could feel it pressing against my abdomen. It may have been all the champagne, but when I realized what was pressing against me, I felt a sudden rush of warmth in my pubic area and felt my pussy becoming moist. He tried to pull away but I held him tighter and pressed against him, enjoying the feel of his hard erection against me and the knowledge that I was causing it. I'm no puritan. I loss my virginity when I was 16 but I haven't had that many boyfriends that I have made love with, only two in four years. Neither of them had ever turned me on the way my Dad was getting to me. At that moment, I noticed on the TV that the ball had started to descend. I whispered, "Daddy, it's the New Year." I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. As we kissed I parted my lips and gently probed his closed lips with my tongue. Just when I thought he wasn't going to respond he hugged me tightly and opened his lips. I thrust my tongue as deep into his mouth as I could and pressed my hips against him, grinding my pelvis against his hard prick. Dad kissed me back, thrusting his tongue into my mouth, playing with my tongue. I could feel my pussy beginning to react, becoming wet, aching to be touched. Finally we broke the kiss, both of us breathing heavily. He looked at me and said, "Sam, we can't...we shouldn't be doing this. It isn't right." I just continued to hold him tight and told him, "Daddy, I'm not some kid you're taking advantage of.... I'll be twenty next month.... I'm a grown woman. I know what we're doing, and I know what I want...I want you." I pulled his lips to mine and kissed him as deeply as I could. Taking his hand, I guided it up under my top and placed it on my bare breast. I moaned softly as his hand massaged my breast, rubbing my erect nipple against the palm of his hand. I had never felt such an intense sensation in my vulva and my vagina before as I pressed against him - an ache, a deep desire, to feel him touch me - to feel him in me. I fumbled with his belt and loosen his trousers letting them fall around his ankles. I pushed his briefs down freeing his cock. Taking his warm hard cock in my hand, I was amazed at its size. Dad isn't a large man physically, but his rigid cock was bigger and longer than either of the other two cocks I had seen fully erect. Living together over the years I had seen Dad naked before, but never with an erection. As Dad lifted my top over my head, I sank down on my knees. And grasping his prick in my hand, I kissed it, licking its large plump head gently and then slipped it between my lips deep into my mouth. I heard Dad moan and felt him grip my head as he began to slowly pump his prick into my mouth, fucking it gently like it was a pussy with a tongue in it caressing his large prick. He was being careful not push himself too deep into throat, but I wanted it even deeper. I pushed forward feeling the large head pressing against my throat...I paused, let my self relax, and felt the large head of his prick slip down into my throat. God, it was tight. Daddy moaned, "Oh dammit Sam, if you keep on I'm going to cum." I had to slip my mouth back off his prick...I couldn't hold it in my throat very long. I looked up at him and told him, "I want you to cum. I want to you to cum in my mouth. Fuck my mouth...fuck it like it's a pussy." I looked at his prick and there was a large drop of pre-cum getting ready to drip from it...I quickly caught it with my tongue. I was surprised at how sweet it tasted. I put my hands behind his thighs and pulled him to me taking his rigid prick deep into my mouth. Dad held my head between his hands and began to stroke his prick into my mouth. After a minute or so I felt his legs tremble. I sucked even harder, and moving one hand to his large sac, began to gently squeeze and massage his balls. With a loud groan he pushed his prick deep into my throat and literally erupted. I was startled by the force of the first shot of cum that hit the back of my throat...then he flooded my mouth with spurt after spurt of hot cum. He must have had a year's worth of passion pent up in him waiting to be released. I could feel his cum dripping from my chin and getting on my breasts as I swallowed trying to keep up with the torrent of cum I had released from him. After a minute or so, he gripped me under my arms and lifted me to my feet. He kissed me and then pushed me gently down on the sofa - he quickly removed my panties and stripped off the rest of his clothes. Leaning over me he kissed me, tasting his own cum still on my lips and tongue. He whispered, "Sam, that was wonderful...really wonderful. Now I'm going to do it for you." I was sitting on the sofa reclining backward, my ass on the front edge of the seat. Naked, Dad sat down on the floor between my legs. He placed a hand under each of my thighs and lifted them and spread them wide. He whispered to me, "Hold your legs...spread them wide open for me." I wrapped my arms around my legs just above my knees and held them there, almost back to my breasts. I was totally exposed to him - I had never felt this exposed even in the stirrups at the doctor's office - I almost climaxed when I felt his breath on the swollen lips of my pussy. When he sucked the folds of my pussy lips into his mouth and probed my pussy with his tongue, I did climax, so suddenly I almost lost my grip on my legs as I felt the intense sensation in my body and in my cunt. He felt my body shudder with my orgasm and slowed down. He would just lick up through the swollen lips and lightly touch my clit with the tip of his tongue. He kept this up until I could no longer stand it and I finally moaned, "OH Daddy...Daddy, I want you. I want you now...I want to feel you in me." We stretched out on the couch with him between my legs. I reached down, took his hard prick, rubbed its head against my dripping pussy and placed its head between the lips of my wet pussy - I was so wet I was sure that I had to be getting my juices all over the sofa. As the head of his prick slipped into me, Dad buried it all way in my aching cunt - I felt the head of his prick pushing against my cervix, the neck of my uterus, and I climaxed again, even more intense than before. I moaned, "Oh My God.... Oh Daddy. I didn't know.... it's never felt so good. OH GOD, don't stop. Fuck me.... That's it fuck me hard." Dad started to fuck me with long strokes, drawing his prick almost out of my pussy and then thrusting back down into me. Each time he bottomed out I could feel the head of his prick pushing into my cervix. I wrapped my legs around his thighs and gripped the cheeks of his butt in my hands and pulled him into me as I pushed my hips up to meet the downward thrusts of his hard prick. I had never felt anything so big or so deep in me. I could feel my pussy lips stretching as he pulled his prick back and my body aching, anticipating the feel of it plunging back into the depths of my throbbing pussy. I felt Dad change the angle of his thrusts slightly, causing the top of his prick to rub against my clitoris, trapping my clit between our pubic bones when he thrust deep into my pussy. I could feel his thrusting speed up as the tension in my body kept building higher and higher, pushing me closer to the edge of a climax. He buried his prick even deeper into me, groaned and held it there. When I felt his prick throbbing, pouring his cum deep into me, I was pushed over that crest and I felt the spasms in my pussy around his throbbing prick as my climax swept over me. Dad slowly stroked his prick in and out my drenched pussy, milking the last bit of cum from his prick. I was soaked. I could feel his cum and my pussy juices running down the cheeks of my ass as he stroked his prick into me. "Oh Daddy," I moaned softly, "I didn't know it could be this good. Lord, I feel so good right now...so satisfied." I kissed him gently and just held him in my arms atop me, his prick still buried deep in my pussy. I had never felt more sensual and, it may sound odd, more beautiful than I did at that moment. We lay there and talked for about 30 minutes and then made love again. We went to bed after that but not to sleep. We made love twice more that night. Dad said I was making him feel like a 20-year-old. The next morning Dad was having some remorse about what we had done, but after I started sucking on his prick and he shot a load of cum down my throat, we made love again and decided it was the right thing for us. The past eight weeks have the happiest of my life and the most satisfying. Last week Kathy, she's been my best friend since we were in the sixth grade, slept over. She's had some bad experiences with her boyfriends and was pretty turned off about sex - said it didn't live up to all its Hollywood hype. That night, I had my first threesome - me, Kathy and Dad. Kathy's totally changed her opinion about sex, but that's another story - for another time. New Year's Eve I knew Jeff through a friend. He was one of those good-looking guys whose reputation preceded him. You could tell, just by the way he acted, that he was dominating and enjoyed taking control. I'd known him for a few years; he was dating a friend of mine. As couples, we enjoyed nights together drinking wine, exchanging playful banter and flirtatious looks... then one night it all changed. New year's eve the four of us decided to get together to celebrate. I knew Jeff and his girlfriend had been going through some tough times, but thought since they invited us to spend the new years with them, things must be on the mend. We headed over around 8:00, a couple bottles of red wine in hand, and a change of clothes... as we always drank too much with them and ended up crashing in their spare room. The night began innocently enough. We played some games, drank some wine and then ended up in the jacuzzi around 11:00. As per the norm, things started to heat up and both of us girls ended up ditching our bathing suits, opting for some skinny dipping... playing around in the jacuzzi, as couples, was normally how we ended each evening with them. Fucking our partners for an hour or so, and then crashing... But tonight was different. We'd all had quite a bit to drink and were all naked in the jacuzzi. My boyfriend isn't a real aggressive kind of man, so we were taking things slow... our friends were already on their second round by the time my boyfriend decided it was time for us to start. He was sitting down in the jacuzzi and turned me around so that I was on his lap. This angle gave me a full view of what our friends were up to. I had no choice but to witness her savage taking as I longed for a more aggressive experience. My boyfriend grabbed my waist, turned me around and pulled me slowly onto his swollen cock... it felt hot and fulfilling... but secretly I longed to be fucked as my girl friend was. Without caution and without limits... Happy to finally be fulfilled, I took his cock willingly and started to bounce up and down... my 34DD's bobbing in and out of the water. It was then that I noticed Jeff watching me... His gaze was intense... and then he raised a single eyebrow... as if enticing me of what was to come. I smiled back, not thinking he meant anything more than us both being "caught in the act" and lowered my eyes to avoid his stare. Then suddenly I felt someone massaging my clit... Since my boyfriend still had both his hands on my hips and my girl friend had both her hands on the edge of the jacuzzi, the only hands left were Jeff's. His touch was electric. He continued to rub my clit and brought me to an orgasm almost instantly... As the evening wound down, we all said our good nights and headed off to bed. I'm normally a night owl, so I decided to take a late night/early morning dip in the pool, naked after everyone had gone to bed. As I dove into the cool water, feeling it rush over my naked body I started to think back over what had happened earlier in the evening... I was floating on my back my tits floating above the water, my thoughts and desires swirling around in my head, when I noticed Jeff was standing at the edge of the pool watching me. Startled I sunk into the water, trying my best to cover what I could. "What are you doing up?" I asked clumsily. "Couldn't sleep either," he said. "Mind if I join you?" Afraid that we'd be caught in the pool together... naked, I replied, "actually, I was just getting out... why don't you put in a movie." He looked disappointed, but only briefly, then he replied, "sure, that's a great idea, but first, let me get you a towel." So hesitantly, I stepped out of the pool, naked, as I allowed him to wrap the towel around me, his hands running slowly up and down my body as he dried me off. I changed back into my clothes out by the pool, aware of his eyes on my naked body... enjoying the fact that he was watching me, I felt the heat between my legs increase and the wetness from my pussy coursing down my inner thigh. I turned to him and asked him what movie he was going to put in... He just smiled, grabbed my hand and took me into the den. I sat down on the couch, wearing only a thin t-shirt and a pair of pants, my nipples hard from swimming in the cool water and my pussy hot from the evenings events. "Would you like another glass of wine?" he asked me, already carrying two full glasses and walking towards the couch. Nervously, I said yes. What the hell was I doing, I thought. My boyfriend and his girlfriend were upstairs, and here we are alone together in the den. Taking the glass from his hand, he sat down next to me and placed his hand on my leg. His touch was electric. I felt a yearning from my pussy. I wanted this man so bad. I wanted him to just rip my clothes off and take me then and there... it was almost as if he read my mind... I couldn't tell you what movie he put in. It didn't matter really, what happened next has change who I am forever. He turned to me and looked me in the eye and said, "You're a good slut, aren't you?" To which I replied without hesitation, "Yes...for you." "That's what I wanted to hear. Now take your shirt off. I want to see your tits." I started to take my t-shirt off when he stopped me. "Stand up, I want you to stand in front of me." I stood up and positioned myself between his legs, standing directly in front of him. I pulled my t-shirt over my head and tossed it carelessly to the side. He reached up and grabbed both of my tits, massaging them and pinching my nipples until they became hard. Then he leaned forward and started to suck on them gently at first, then with more force. Biting and suckling my nipples as I threw my head back unsure if it was pleasure or pain. His hands explored my body as his mouth worked my nipples, my pussy becoming hot and moist with every touch. "Now take off your pants," he said in a low voice. Slowly I undid the buttons on my pants and slide them over my thighs until they fell to the floor. "Turn around, I want to see your ass." Standing only in my thong, which was almost completely transparent, I turned slowly around so that I was facing away from him. Then he reached up with both hands and grabbed my ass. "Bend over," he said. "Bend over and stick your ass up in the air." These words sent a shudder though me. I wondered if he could perceive the effect his words had on me. I bent over, legs straight, my ass up in the air. "Spread your legs," he said. "Wide." I did my best to keep my balance and spread my legs. "No, VERY wide," he said slowly, but sternly as he kicked my feet even farther apart. Maintaining my balance as he kicked my feet apart, I felt the rush of cool air across my pussy. Frozen in this shameful stance, legs spread wide. I closed my eyes, powerless to what was to happen next. I felt his hand caress my buttocks, first gently, then with more force. Then I felt the hot stinging sensation of his hand slapping my ass. I was completely unprepared for it, and it took all my concentration to keep from falling forward. Then I felt his hand again. This time harder, and he let his hand linger for a moment, rubbing my already sore and reddened ass. I was screaming behind clenched teeth, not wanting to make a sound or to wake anyone in the house. A strange and desperate abandon came over me as he reached between my legs and started stoking and slapping my pussy. "Turn around and get down on your knees," he commanded. I scurried to obey. "Suck my cock," he said, as he pushed his large cock into my gaping mouth. I sucked his cock with all my power, sucking as hard as I could while his hands explored my breasts, tugging and twisting my nipples, causing my pussy to quiver, fluids coursing down my inner thighs. I reached my hands up and massaged his balls, sucking the tip of his cock and running my tongue up and down his shaft. Forcefully, he grabbed my hair and started fucking my mouth, I opened my throat and took him as deep as I could. He continued to fuck my mouth with such force, my jaw began to ache. Not wanting to disappoint him, I struggled to satisfy him, taking him as deep into my throat as I could with each thrust. "Stand up, and bend over the couch," he said as he pulled his cock away from my mouth. I stood up, dizzy with excitement and bent over the arm of the couch. "Pull your panties down," he instructed. So I reached up and pulled my underwear down to my knees. "Now reach back and spread your ass open for me. I want you to show yourself to me." I shuddered, my whole body felt hot and on the verge of explosion, yet to my own amazement, I spread my legs as far as I could, reached behind and spread my ass open for him. "That's a good slut... wider. Wider!" I stretched it as far as I could, not believing what I was doing, then I felt his hot tongue deep inside my pussy. Licking and sucking, biting my clit. My desire was burning inside me now. I desperately need his cock inside me... "I want you to stay bending over, but I want your hands on the back of your neck," he said in a low, soft voice. "I'm going to fuck you and you're not going to take your hands away from your neck, you're not going to open your mouth, and you're not going to struggle to get away either." I was shocked and amazed... I nodded yes to him, without making a sound. I felt his large, hard cock force its way deep inside my pussy. I wanted to scream with desire, my hips rocking back and forth to meet his every thrust. Every time his cock going deeper and deeper. "Keep your hands on your neck, slut," his voice commanding. I rode his cock while keeping my hands firmly in place. Then I felt something entering me. As he continued to fuck me with his rock hard cock, he was also inserting a butt pug in my ass. I felt the rubber rip at my flesh as he pushed it in deeper and deeper until I felt it pop into place. I wanted to scream. One hand around my waist, the other grabbed hold of my hair... both forcing me down on the full length of his huge cock. Harder and harder he worked me. The sensation was too much for me to take. I was filled beyond my wildest dreams and I exploded around his huge, hot cock...shuddering, the ecstasy paralyzing me...on and on it went, I hoped it would never end. And then he said. "Suck on it, I want to come in your mouth, slut." And he pulled his cock out of my quivering pussy, and the butt plug out of my ass, and spun me around so that I landed on my knees, my open mouth directly in front of his large, hard cock. He grabbed my hair and forced his way into my waiting mouth. He continued to fuck my mouth with long, hard strokes as I massaged his balls with my hands. "Lick my balls," he said. "Stoke me and suck on my balls." I did as he asked, hungry for whatever I could get. My body still tingling from my orgasm, I licked and sucked his cock and balls until I felt him tighten. I opened my mouth for him as he forced his cock deep into my throat. I drew him deeper and deeper until my throat contracted and his come shot into me. I swallowed quickly, not wanting to spill a drop. I dropped back, now sitting on my knees and looked up at him and smiled. He smiled back. I think this was the beginning of a wonderful new relationship. New Year's Eve The first time I ever did anything with a guy was at my friend Kate's new year's eve party shortly after my 18th birthday. It wasn't a big do; more a friends and family thing with her parents inviting their friends from the village and Kate inviting whichever of her friends were still around and not off at uni, working or travelling the world. Kate was a couple of years older than me as were most of her friends. I had known her best friend Sarah since primary school, who was now a free spirited twenty year old back for the holidays from university. I also knew a girl from my train to school, Jodie, who was slightly younger than me, and her brother, Steve, who everyone knew as 'Spike' because of his untidy black hair, who was my own age. Spike looked a bit of an emo kid, because he was naturally pale with very dark hair, but he was into upbeat stuff like ska and punk music and was cheery verging on hyperactive to match. He was quite a bit shorter than me (I was just over six foot, though not lanky), his slight body usually lost in baggy jeans and hooded sweatshirts with his favourite bands' names across the front. For a small village in the middle of nowhere it was a pretty eventful party. I got there about seven and Jodie was already pretty drunk, trying to keep up with the older students and adults milling around. There was some decent food and I got stuck into a plate of stew, chilling out in a corner with Spike and Sarah and helping them work through a stash of beers. About nine Kate led us younger people out to her garage, where we had access to a well stocked fridge and a load of old furniture including a pool table, a few sofas and some beanbags. Spike stuck a Reel Big Fish album on the stereo and Sarah broke out the weed and started rolling spliffs. I noticed Jodie hadn't made it in with us, but then Spike challenged me to a fastest pint contest and after that the first passed-round joint of the night found me and I got distracted. Three quarters of an hour later I needed a piss so I got up from my beanbag (where Spike, the loser of the fastest pint competition was sprawled with a joint glowing in one corner of his mouth) and followed some half-hearted directions from a stoned Sarah to the upstairs loo. Leaving the garage I was in a long stone corridor that ran down one side of Kate's converted farmhouse, a long line of wooden doors to my right leading into other rooms of the house. The sound of adult voices, laughter and music spilled along with cracks of light under the first two, from there they were dark. The back stairs up to the landing with the loo were at the end of the corridor and I ran my fingers along the rough brick to my left as I felt my way through the darkness. I froze when I heard the moan. It was very soft, definitely a girl's voice, coming from near the end of the corridor. I paused, listening for it again, willing myself not to breath. There it was again; slightly louder this time, with an urgent note to it. A thrill went through me- half fear, half arousal- and I felt my cock thicken in my jeans. I was already light-headed from the weed, and it made me brave. I padded forward, my rubber-soled Converse not making any noise on the stone floor. A bead of sweat left my hairline, slowly running down the side of my face. The back stairs were deep in shadow, but I could make out a faint green glow coming round the frame of the end-most door opposite them, which was open. As I got closer I heard the moan again. This time I recognized a single word, 'Yes', hissed in a frantic whisper between clenched teeth. I could hear other noises too now... fabric caught and rubbing together, heavy breathing, a repetitive wet, stroking sound. I stuck to the shadows on the left side of the corridor, skulking back into the cover of the darkened stairwell as soon as I could. A few, careful steps up the stairs and I crouched down, able to look in through the door while staying hidden from anyone inside. I was looking into a small utility room, with shelves cluttered with household junk on both sides and a washer and dryer side by side at the end of it under a high window. One of the glow sticks Kate had hung up in the garage had been hung on the corner of one of the shelves, illuminating the scene in front of me. Jodie was sat on the dryer, a guy kneeling in front of her. Her top was pulled up almost to her neck, her bra yanked down, and her perky young tits stood straight out, her dark nipples rock hard. Her head was thrown back in drunken ecstasy, her pale legs wide apart and her skirt riding up round her waist as she held her companion's face into her pussy. From where I crouched I could hear the slurping sounds as he ate her, and her whispered moans as she encouraged him. My cock stiffened immediately, straining at my jeans, and I reached down and started squeezing myself through the denim as I watched Jodie getting off. The guy was licking her up and down very fast, from the base of her pussy up to her clit, and as I watched he brought up a hand and started working his fingers in and out of her. She started panting, biting back louder moans as she started humping herself against his mouth, and as she locked her legs around his head and stiffened in orgasm I could feel pre-cum soaking my boxers. She sat up on the dryer, pulling the guy up and kissing him hard on the mouth, frantically tearing at his clothes. I pushed my hand down inside my waistband and started tugging on my painfully hard cock as Jodie's lover dropped his jeans and pushed himself into her. I masturbated urgently as she braced her legs against the shelves, her hands clutching his bare arse (which was a pale green from the glow stick) as he pumped in and out of her. Then he brought her close, one hand on the back of her head, and her chin was resting on his shoulder as she stared right at me. I froze, terrified for a second before I realised she couldn't possibly have seen me- her hair was a mess, half over her face, her eyes were glassy with booze and sex, and she was biting her lip to stifle her moaning. Too soon I heard the mystery lover grunt and saw his buttock muscles clench, and heard Jodie cry out loud in surprise and pleasure as he came. He sagged against her, and she kissed his neck and ear as they collapsed against the dryer. Then I heard a door open at the end of the corridor, light and noise rolling out to strip away the darkness that hid me. I heard Kate's mum asking if anyone was in the utility room as I scampered up the stairs to the bathroom to jerk off in the sink. -*- When I got back Sarah informed me that I had to make up for lost time, and I drank a lot of beer and smoked a whole joint to myself in the remaining couple of hours before New Years, though I couldn't get the sight of Jodie getting fucked out of my mind all the time I was chatting shit with her brother. Jodie re-appeared with her mystery guy a few minutes after me- turned out he was the boyfriend of a friend of Kate's- when Jodie found that fact out she kicked off the only proper row of the evening, which ended up in him being told to leave and her passing out and being put to bed upstairs. When midnight rolled around the adults' bellowing of Auld Lang Syne could be heard over the music, and in our garage we kissed whoever we could grab at the time. Sarah found me, grabbing me by the shirt and giving me an open-mouthed snog, her tongue snaking out between my lips and flicking playfully against mine before she moved off and did the same to Kate. I noticed Spike hadn't kissed anyone, so under the influence of a lot of beer and a fair bit of weed I danced over to him and hugged him, planting a wet kiss on his forehead. He chuckled and shoved me back, but then something flickered in his eyes and he leant in, kissing me full on the mouth. He tasted of beer and cigarettes, but at the same time there was a not-unpleasant sweet taste underneath it. He pulled back and I stared at him, not sure what to say. He flushed for a second, before grinning and shrugging and shouting 'Happy New Year's!'. I laughed and wrote it off as too much booze, and we settled down for another few beers. -*- The party wound down about three, when Kate brought down duvets and blankets for all of us. I'd laid claim to the large battered sofa along with Spike, and after losing our jeans and hoodies we top and tailed it under a light cotton sheet before we crashed out. Kate took her boyfriend up to her room, while Sarah snuggled up in a duvet at the foot of our sofa. Everyone else bedded down, and although I could hear the tell tale sighs and moans of at least one couple playing in the darkness I was too drunk to really care and drifted off. I was woken up a while later by movement close to me, and a soft contact against my stomach. The room was almost totally black, and my eyes took some time to adjust. I felt the fleeting stroking sensation against my stomach again. Fingers- a hand under my T shirt, tracing the thin column of hair that led down from my navel to the waistband of my underwear. The stroke was light, repetitive. Unmistakeably a caress. I could feel another hand now, gently caressing my bare thigh under the sheet. It felt good, and I felt my cock start to respond, thickening and growing in my boxers. I didn't want to say anything... whoever was giving me this TLC thought I was passed out drunk and I was stoned and horny enough that I wasn't going to correct them... but I wanted to see who was taking advantage of me. I opened my eyes a bit further, confident that the darkness would cover me. A thin band of light bisected the garage from the skylight, and I caught a glimpse of my admirer as they raised their head through it, revealing themselves. It was Spike! Until that moment I would never have dreamt of doing anything with a guy, but truth was as I lay there trying to drunkenly take it all in I had to admit he was more sensual than a lot of the girls Id been with by the time I was eighteen. His fingers roamed under my shirt, stroking my nipples and chest lightly and getting me very turned on. He must have realised, as the hand that had been rubbing my thigh moved up and I felt him gently caress my stiff cock through the cotton, a single fingernail running from the base to the head and back down again. I was getting really excited by that point, and I couldn't help my dick jumping a little as he touched it. I closed my eyes and resigned myself to it. He could do what he wanted. I felt him shift as he sat up from where he had been lying beside me, and arranged himself down the end of the sofa beside my ankles. As he did so I felt his cock, fully erect and very heavy in the tight briefs he was wearing, drag along my side. It felt huge, easily much bigger than my own (and without meaning to sound like a tosser I've got nothing to worry about in that department) and I could feel a damp spot at the head where his pre-cum was leaking through the material. I had to stifle a groan. He withdrew, and I was about to open my eyes to see if he'd lost his nerve, given up on the seduction, when I felt hot breath on the head of my cock through the cotton and an instant later he took my fabric-covered penis into his hot, moist mouth. I couldn't help myself; I groaned quietly, my body stiffening up. I felt Spike draw back as if I'd punched him, leaving my wet cock sitting abandoned in my damp boxers. I had to convince him I was still unconscious... I held my eyes shut, willing myself to breath deeply, but not overdo it. The alcohol helped- I was still pretty groggy despite how turned on I was. I stretched in my 'sleep', 'accidentally' pushing my hips towards Spike and rubbing back against the sofa so my boxers were pushed down an inch or so. Through the back of the sofa I could feel a repetitive tremor, echoed through Spike's leg where it came into contact with my ankle. He was touching himself, barely breathing just like I had done while I watched his sister getting fucked earlier the previous day. I knew I'd pulled it off when I felt thumbs hook gently into the elastic of my boxers, tugging them carefully down to below my genitals. As he set it free my hard cock rose up at an angle from my body and I shivered as I felt the cold air against my skin. I knew I had to keep up the pretence of regular breathing but I was too excited. Then I felt his mouth again, delicately placing soft kisses on the inside of my thighs, the inside of my pelvic bone, on my stomach and then beside the base of my cock, working inwards in a slow spiral. His warm left hand cupped my balls, squeezing me gently, and then I felt the slippery warmth of his tongue on the underside of the base of my shaft, running slowly up to the head. I was going out of my mind as I felt my friend's tongue sliding around the head of my cock. I could feel warm trickles of saliva escaping his mouth and running down me, but then his right hand was wrapped around me and massaging it into my shaft, jerking me off slowly as he tended to the tip with his tongue. With his left hand he gently increased the pressure and rhythm as he rubbed my balls. He tenderly kissed the head of my cock, as softly as he'd kissed me earlier at midnight. I gasped as I felt his wet lips slide open around me, and finally I felt Spike's mouth sink down around my erect penis and he started to suck rhythmically. As he caressed my sack with his left hand his right hand slid up and down and around my slippery cock in a circular motion. His soft lips formed a tight 'o' above it and he moved his mouth up and down in time with his hand, his tongue flicking and sliding all over the head. On each downwards stroke he took a little more of me into his mouth, on each upwards stroke he sucked gently and flicked his tongue around the edges of my cock head. His technique felt amazing, and before long I was panting, lifting my hips to push my dick further into his mouth. I decided enough was enough. He had to already know I was no longer awake, and I opened my eyes, half sitting up and placing a hand on the back of his head, stroking his hair as he sucked my cock. He hesitated only for a second, then sped up, taking almost my whole six and a half inches down his throat on the downwards stroke, his tongue teasing me and lapping the head as he bobbed up again. I was too hot so I lost my T-shirt, pulling it off over my head. We were trying to be quiet but my orgasm was approaching and Spike seemed to be concentrating on my cock to the exclusion of all else. With my other hand I stroked his face and his bare shoulder (he seemed to have taken his own shirt off at some point) as he brought me closer and closer. My universe was reduced to my erect penis and the fantastically hot, wet mouth and hand wrapped around it, sliding up and down, faster and faster. It was the greatest blowjob of my life to that point, and the fact I was half tripping only magnified the experience. I groaned as I felt myself near the point of no return, my right hand tangled in his hair and my left hand running my fingernails along his back as his head increased its speed- if that was possible. "Spike..." I whispered, the first words I had spoken to him, trying to warn him, but he knew already. My vision had accustomed to the darkness and I could see him looking at me, gazing into my eyes as my pale cock slid in and out of his mouth. He knew I was completely in his control, and his left hand squeezed my balls firmly, his right hand tightening at the base of my dick and sending me over the edge. I bit back a cry as the first wave of my orgasm hit me, my body spasming and my hips thrusting up into his mouth. He sank down onto my cock as the first eruption of come exploded onto his tongue, his lips wrapped round the base, and I felt his throat close around me as I emptied myself into him in a series of earth shattering torrents. My body was drenched in sweat and I felt utterly drained, tingles running up and down my arms and legs as Spike gently sucked and licked my diminishing cock as it flopped from his mouth. I stroked his hair, the afterglow buzzing in my ears. I felt his hard, huge cock nudge against my ankle, and I felt an overwhelming urge to return the favour, though I didn't feel ready to suck him. I reached down, stroking his shoulders and pulling him up towards me. I felt his slim bare torso slide over mine, saw his face close to mine, his eyes wide. I kissed him as he had kissed me at midnight, but took it further; I pushed my tongue between his lips, stroking against his, tasting myself on him. As we kissed I heard a soft, almost imperceptible whimper, and looked down to my left. Sarah was lying very still, her eyes wide open, but I could see in the darkness one hand was squeezing her right breast and her other hand was moving very quickly between her legs. She was obviously enjoying the show. Everyone else appeared to be still asleep though. Spike scratched my chest lightly, running his fingernails over my pecs up my neck to run his fingers through my hair. I ran my hands across his narrow shoulders, down over his ribs to stroke across his stomach... I hesitated, but only for a moment, and then I took hold of Spike's cock. He was probably about seven and a half to eight inches long, almost unbelievable considering his slight build, and thick. He was uncircumcised. I cupped his balls with my left hand, imitating what he'd done to me whilst he sucked me as I wrapped my right hand round his shaft and started jerking him off slowly. His cock was warm, and smooth. He moaned into my mouth as I increased the speed, and he thrust against me. He broke off our kiss for a second. "I'm close..." he whispered, "I'm so turned on, you-" I felt his balls tighten and his cock pulsed in my hand. I felt hot splashes of liquid on my stomach and chest as he ground against me... he gasped, panting into my neck as he came and came. I felt it pour out, coating my knuckles and fingers and run down my belly. I brought my hand to my mouth, tasted it. It didn't really taste great, but it didn't taste bad either. Spike collapsed onto me, breathing heavily. It had been an encounter I would remember for a long, long time. New Year's Eve Lawrence had planned to head straight home when his shift ended at ten, but at just before the hour he'd been called out on an emergency, and by the time he got back to the station and signed out for the night, it was well past eleven. He knew his chances of finding a taxi on a night like this were minimal. So, on New Year's Eve, while the New Town resounded with live jazz, and hip hop and African beats, and the revellers chattered and flirted and got drunk on mulled wine and champagne en masse, Lawrence ran stone sober through the streets, weaving his way in and out of party-goers and thinking only of getting home to be with Elena before midnight. Soon he was turning into Frederick Street, running down the steep hill towards Stockbridge, leaving the mayhem behind him. He couldn't help noticing how the lights spilled from the windows of the Edinburgh town houses on either side, and he couldn't help observing the festive scenes within. He wished Elena had gone to Mike and Sarah's party, he wished she were more sociable, but she had been adamant in her refusal. "These people are very kind, but they are not my friends." she had told him in her lilting English. "I prefer to wait for you, and dine late as we do in Spain, just the two of us. Then we'll go out to your friends' party and have fun and dance." He wasn't sure about this plan, about her staying in on her own on New Year's Eve, waiting for him. He knew how lonely she often felt, how easily her mood could swing, but he hadn't wanted to insist. How much he regretted his decision now. If only she'd gone to the party he wouldn't be feeling so guilty about coming home late. He hated himself for it, but he couldn't help feeling weighed down by her dependence on him, couldn't help feeling she was selfish to put him under so much pressure. He'd called to let her know that he'd be late, but she hadn't answered the phone. He asked himself what kind of scenario awaited him, if he would find all the glasses smashed on the kitchen floor, and Elena huddled in the corner, her dark eyes flashing with anger and hurt. It wouldn't be the first time. By the time he reached the quiet alleyway where they lived, tucked away from the clamour of Edinburgh's annual street party, he was in such a state of anxiety that he ran up the three flights of stairs, and burst in through the front door, his chest heaving, his pulse racing. He was hit by the darkness and the silence. He peered into the sitting room, into the kitchen, but they were empty. "Elena?" he called out "Where are you? Are you all right?" but there was no reply. As Lawrence walked down the corridor to the bedroom, a light flickered from the door which stood slightly ajar. He pushed it open, dreading what he might find within. And there she lay, relaxed and naked, on the bed, with her long limbs stretched out, emphasising the fullness of her hips and breasts. Lawrence's anxiety vanished. How many times had he contemplated her before, but at that moment in time, he was struck by her loveliness, by the glow of her tanned skin, by the moistness of her mouth, the curves of her slender frame. She held a bunch of grapes in her hand and smiled invitingly at him, and he moved towards her. "Wait!" she said, "In Spain we bring in the New Year by eating grapes as the clock chimes twelve. I have prepared your grapes. But you must take those clothes off!" Lawrence obliged her willingly, knowing how she liked to admire his body, which was taut and athletic. When he stood fully naked before her she pointed at her feet. He saw that they were pressed together, and that she held a grape between the two big toes. "You begin" she said with her eyes lowered seductively, focussed on his cock, which quivered slightly under her gaze. Lawrence knelt on the floor at the foot of the bed and held her feet in his hands and lifted them to his mouth. Her ankles were slim and he kissed them and rubbed them with his hands. Then he ran his tongue along the soles of her feet and sucked the sweet grape into his mouth, watching how Elena bit her lips from the delicious sensation of his hot saliva on her skin. He let her feet drop back gently onto the sheets, and looked at her expectantly, waiting for her next move. She plucked another grape, raised her closed knees and placed it between them. Lawrence ran his hands and his cheeks up her velvety shins, and removed the tiny fruit tenderly with his mouth, and as he did so her legs fell wide apart to reveal another grape glistening in her vulva. She lay very still so as not to let the fruit fall and he could hear how the rhythm of her breathing quickened and he realised that his silent contemplation excited her. Slowly, he knelt between her open legs and sucked her, plucking the grape into his mouth. As he swallowed it he folded back her labia with his fingers, and feasted his eyes on the moist rosy skin within. Then he bit into her with his lips, and she tasted bitter-sweet and he sucked her avidly, caressing her hips until he felt her whole body trembling in his hands. He felt filled with compassion for this woman who only a few minutes earlier he had felt resentment for. He moved up over her body, so that the swollen tip of his dick was rubbing against her slit, and he kissed her on the mouth, thinking that he would take her now. But to his surprise, her tongue pushed a grape into his mouth, and she was laughing. He had forgotten about their game. "It's my turn now" she said, sitting up and pushing him down onto the sheets. "Shut your eyes!" With so much pent up energy, he would have preferred to penetrate her there and then, but he humoured her and shut his eyes. She straddled him and placed a grape in each eye socket. "I think I'll eat those last of all. Try and lie as still as possible so that they don't fall off". When he lay still she plucked another from the bunch and squeezed its juice over one of his nipples. Like a cat, she licked it up with her tongue. He breathed in sharply but could not move or open his eyes, for fear of the grapes falling from his eye sockets and spoiling her game. He rather hoped she would get a move on, he felt his erection going soft. Then she was dropping the fruit on his firm belly, bursting them between her fingers and massaging the pulp into his skin, but this time rather then lick him clean she sat on top of him and rubbed her body up and down against him, so that he could feel the softness of her inner thighs and her hot, thirsty cunt, palpitating against his skin. That felt good he thought, grabbing at her, holding onto her waist and squeezing the flesh on her butt cheeks, feeling the blood swell in his cock again. But she knocked his hands away gently, and crawled languidly down his body, until she was sitting with her legs spread over his thighs, and the now nearly bare bunch of grapes still in her hand. She stroked him tenderly with sticky, sweet fingertips, kissing his balls and lifting them in order to place the remaining fruit underneath, on his groin. She noticed how his body juddered slightly as she slowly let her tongue slide over and around his genitals and sucked each morsel up, one by one. Then she took his cock between her lips and down her throat, with the grapes still whole in her mouth, which was warm in contrast to the cold fruit that she pressed against him with her tongue with her teeth with the inner walls of her cheeks. As she moved her head up and down over him it seemed to Lawrence that the grapes were bursting like tiny drops from heaven around the shaft of his penis. She prolonged his enjoyment of this moment as long as she dared, until afraid he may come too soon, she withdrew her mouth and inserted one last grape into his asshole, exerting just enough pressure with her thumb and forefinger for the sweet green pulp to spill into him. His anus was now moist and as she slid a finger in Lawrence let out a moan and shook the grapes from his eyes. He was greeted with the sight of her raised butt cheeks sliding down on top of his cock. As her finger dipped in and out of his asshole, each time probing further, Lawrence watched how her butt slapped against the skin of his abdomen. "You are so hard tonight!" she cried over her shoulder, now with two fingers deep inside him "Move, move with me!" And Lawrence felt as if his penis was bigger and harder than it had ever been before, and he held her hips in his hands and moved his pelvis to meet her in her rhythm. He came inside her as the New Year fireworks went off in the distance. Elena fell backwards, on top of him, and a smile spread across her flushed face, "You came very quickly tonight!" she remarked, "Now, tell me, where's the party?" New Year's Eve I suppose trouble follows me because I look for it, but sometimes (more often than not) I find myself in the wrong place at the wrong time (or as I would say, the right place at the right time). Such was the case on New Year's Eve. We went for dinner with some friends and then off to the theatre, before we went to a party. I sat between my husband and another couple who we did not know. The show was good and enjoyable. During the intermission my husband went to stretch his legs and I remained in my seat. The woman next to me, somewhere in her late fifties, a little overweight, but attractive, started a conversation about my dress and how she liked it. She made the comment that I was fortunate to be slim enough to wear short party dresses. I was flattered and somewhat embarrassed, but I thanked her for the compliment. She asked me if I worked out to stay in shape and I explained that I did. She made several comments about the way I looked and it made me wonder why she was so complimentary. A moment later my husband returned and the play continued. A few minutes into the second act I noticed the woman next to me, dropped her program from her lap. She reached for it and brushed against my leg. I did not think anything of it until she did it again while retrieving her program. I froze when she rested her hand on my leg and was unsure what to do or say... so I did nothing. I waited and a moment later she moved her hand in between my legs. I parted them slightly, quite excited at the prospect of what was happening. Ever so slowly, without anyone (except me) noticing her hand rode up my legs. I usually wear stay-ups and trembled slightly when her fingers came in contact with the edge of the stockings. I dared not breathe as I felt her hand touch the bare skin of my upper thighs. I innocently glanced at my husband, who was enthralled with the play. I looked the other way and saw the woman's profile stare directly ahead to the stage, as if she too was enjoying the theatrics. Her hand continued to work its way up between my legs. Her skin was soft and warm and I shook from excitement as she expertly maneuvered to the spot where my legs met. She stopped a moment as she came in contact with my silk panties, but continued to let her thumb slowly caress them in a back and forth motion. I felt myself growing moist at her touch. The taboo act was so exciting that I began to quiver under her control. I have been with women before, but never under these circumstances, among so many unsuspecting people. I looked toward my husband again to make sure the act went unnoticed and suddenly I felt her finger push my panties aside and touch my hard, moist, clit. I trembled, but dared not move as she softly, yet expertly, teased my womanhood. I felt myself grow wetter and experienced such pleasure when her finger entered my most private area. I shook and tried to control my visible signs, as her finger penetrated me in its entirety. She moved back and forth, slightly increasing the pace with each movement. I knew it would only be a matter of moments before I climaxed. I could hold back no further and I felt my thigh muscles tighten and my tummy tense. I held as log as I could and was suddenly overwhelmed with pure ecstasy. I dared not make a sound as I shook with pleasure. I felt my love juice stream from within as they ran along her finger, still embedded deep inside my love nest. A moment later she removed her finger and slowly dragged it along my leg. I sighed and allowed my body to fall limp. I watched, from the corner of my eye, as she lifted her hand and inserted her finger between her lips, never once taking her eyes from the stage. I was spent and afraid my awkward movements had been discovered, but it appeared as if no one was any wiser, or at the least bit interested in my experience. A few minutes later the cast of the play were all on stage and the house lights went on. Everyone cheered and clapped, myself included. They gave the performance a standing ovation, which was a good opportunity for me to adjust myself, without being detected. I picked up my purse and casually glanced in the direction of the woman next to me. She smiled slightly and reached her hand out. In it was a card, which I quickly accepted. It was not until I was in the safety of my car, with my husband driving, that I dared glance at it. It simply said 'Monica' and a phone number. I stared at it for a moment knowing that I would call the first opportunity I had. We drove to the party we were expected at and upon arrival; I immediately went to the bathroom. The previous events raced through my mind and I found myself masturbating fiercely, as I sat on the toilet. I came quickly and rested a moment. I re-applied my make-up and made sure my hair was in order. I returned to the party to celebrate the passing of the first decade of the new millennium. New Years Eve Everyone says you never forget your first sexual experience. I'm sure that's true for me, because the night I lost my virginity was so memorable that now, more than 25 years later, I still dream of that night in vivid detail. Of course, that night blurs together with the days and nights that followed to the point where I lose track of what happened when. Still, for me, it all began on New Year's Eve 1976. I was a senior in high school, and had dated only a few girls. I must admit I was a bit awkward in the ways of love. I had done my share of heavy petting but had never had intercourse, or even had an orgasm with anyone. Cheryl had let me caress and even kiss her breasts. And with Ginger, I even managed to reach up her skirt and pleasure her during a very long, boring science class film. But whenever I tried to take it to the next level, the girls I dated wanted to wait. "Wait for what?" I thought. Marriage? Some drunken frat boy who won't want to see you in the morning? But, if nothing else, I was a gentleman, and would never think of pressing my advantage. I had a feeling, though, that things might be different with Christi. We met in the spring of my junior year, when we both had roles in the spring musical. She was a sophomore, and a very talented pianist and dancer. She was my accompanist for music contest as well, and we spent a lot of time together over the summer swimming in her backyard pool and watching TV, usually with friends. Eventually, the relationship grew more exclusive -- and sexual -- and we started going steady in November. I always thought Christi was cute, but she didn't get much attention from other guys. With her small breasts and wire frame glasses, she didn't measure up to the Farrah Fawcett posters that hung in guy's bedrooms that year. Still, she had pert little nipples that often showed through her blouse, and her ass was a work of art -- all curves and motion. When she'd walk down the school hallway in her tight jeans, I'd watch her go, and always there was that little peek-hole of light right where her dancer's legs met that glorious ass. No one, I once heard actor Robert ("Baretta") Blake say, makes love like a dancer. God, I hoped that was true. I had great hopes for Christi. Her kisses were divine and she was very responsive to my touch, moaning as I caressed her body through her clothes. She even responded in kind once, stroking my hard-on through my jeans as we made out on her couch, then giggling sweetly. Christy's father had died in an auto accident three years before during Christmas break, and Christi and her 15-year-old sister Sally usually walked on eggshells all during the holidays, as their mom tended to isolate herself in her bedroom, alone with her memories. This year, Christi asked me to come over for New Year's Eve and stay the night in their guest room. Her mother said it was okay, and while she never said anything specific, the light in her eyes and the look of her shy smile told me that this just might be the night. We spent the evening upstairs in the guest room, which was a large finished attic space with a bed, two overstuffed chairs, a television and a small kitchenette stove and refrigerator. We kick off our shoes and spent the night lying on the floor watching Dick Clark's New Years Rockin' Eve, and at the stroke of midnight, we kissed -- a slow, passionate kiss. Our tongues explored each others mouths. She began to suck on my tongue, which no one had ever done to me before. Then she slid her tongue into my mouth and I did the same. We lay on our sides beside each other on the deep pile of the carpet. By this time, our hands were moving about each other. I ran my fingers through her auburn hair as I kissed her neck. Then I drew her to me, moving my hands across her back and down to her beautiful ass. She clutched at my back and moaned as I pressed my growing cock against her. Then...she gently pushed me away. "Great," I thought at first, "if she says, 'I don't want to' like the others, I'm going to leave." But I saw almost immediately that she had something else in mind. I watched her as she slowly, achingly, undid her white silk blouse, pulling it off and casting it gently aside. Then she unfastened the front clasp of her lacy, low cut bra, letting her breasts rise with her breath. They were as small as I had expected, having caressed them before through cloth, but actually seeing them was a bit of a surprise. Small, but well defined, like half an orange. "I know, they're small aren't they?" she said. But their size didn't bother me at all. The nipples were gorgeous -- a perfect aureola about the size of a quarter, with tips that rose up like a pencil eraser. I knew she was self-conscious about them, so I tried to put her at ease. "They're perfect," I said. "Believe me, they're beautiful. You're beautiful. Besides," I said slyly, "I don't need any more than a mouthful." With that I leaned over her and kissed her right nipple, then circled it with my tongue, eventually bathing her entire breast, licking the crease below and moving to the left breast to do the same. Christi moaned again, rolling her head back and running her hands through her hair as her eyes rolled back in her head. I then kissed between the two lovely breasts, which were now glistening, and kissed my way slowly down her belly. God what a torso! All that ballet made her abs firm and flat, though not overly muscular. As I probed her navel with my tongue, I undid the side zipper on her mid-length skirt. I pulled the waistline down a bit to reveal the rest of her lovely torso and I reveled in the scent I was catching from her moist white lace panties. Christi sat up, then stood, and took the skirt off. There she stood, towering over me in nothing but her panties. I drank her in. She walked gracefully, circling me as she spoke, and finally standing straddled over me as I lay face up on the floor. "Well, you seem to have me at a disadvantage baby," she said. "Here I am with hardly a stitch of clothing on, and there you are fully dressed. Tsk, tsk, this will never do." I had to laugh a little. With her long dancer's legs straddling me and her gorgeous near naked body hovering over me, I was the one at a disadvantage. She knelt over me, bringing her taut ass down on my stonelike cock, which was raging to get out of my jeans. She let out a little yelp as she felt my throbbing member press against her moist cunt. She rocked a little on it, but then rose up a little and said "Hmm, first things first. Let's get you out of that shirt." She unbuttoned my shirt from the bottom, opening it up and then laying her naked chest against my own. As she dry humped me, she whispered in my ear, "Oh God, baby, this is so good. I want to see all of you." She moved down my torso, kissing and licking me as she went, until her face was just above my zipper. Then she went down and kissed my cock through the jeans, pressing her lips firmly against me as I uncontrollably rose up to meet her. She continued to kiss me down there as she undid the top button and then drew the zipper down. My engorged cock was fighting to be free, and it actually protruded from the top of my briefs. Christi pulled my jeans and underwear off and caressed my throbbing member, staring at it, transfixed. Then she looked up at me. "I-I've never done this before," she stammered. "I mean, you're the first boy I ever got even this far with and ..." I knew what she was about to say. I'd heard the words before. But strangely enough, I didn't mind. Some girls were just teases when they said no, but Christi seemed somehow fragile, like she had gotten in over her head and was afraid but didn't want to just shut me down cold. "It's okay, Christi," I said. "If you don't want to go all the way, I understand." I stood up and picked up my underwear, but she came closer to me and embraced me. We were both about 5' 10" tall, and when pressed herself against me, skin against skin, I knew the night was not over, although I had no idea how far from over it was. "Nick, I just don't want to fuck, not yet," she said. "But that doesn't mean we can't give each other pleasure in other ways." She then took me by the hand and led me to the bed. I sat on the edge of the bed and drew her to me, kissing her navel as my hands caressed her ass and then traced the waist band of her panties, finally pulling them down to reveal the heavenly auburn triangle of hair on her pussy. I kissed her there, inhaling the perfume of her musk. She took my head in her hands and gently eased me back on the bed. She then leaned over and kissed my mouth, my nipples and tongued my navel. "Please," I moaned. "Don't stop." She then lay on top of me, her face hovering over my once more raging staff, her hot moist pussy just inches from my face. I felt her warm breath on my cock as she encircled it with her hand...and then...I felt her lips, kissing the helmet of my manhood, then down the staff, kissing my pubic hair, then my balls, which she cradled in her other hand. The kisses became a tongue, which bathed my balls and rigid cock in mind-blowing ecstasy. Then she playfully stuck the tip of her tongue into the opening of my cock, tasting the pre-cum that stood there. She laughed a low, sexy chuckle that I could hardly believe came from a virgin, and then enveloped the head of my manhood in her mouth. I was mad with desire. I took her ass mounds in my hands and drew her down to me, kissing her pubic mound and then searching out the slit of her pussy. I wanted to bury my face in that crack, to lose myself in her. But I also wanted this to last, and this was my first time performing cunnilingus. As I licked her slit, I search out and found her clit, a pink little bud nested in the petals of her love flower. I rolled my tongue around it slowly, then picked up the pace. Christi was sliding as much of my eight-inch prick as she could into her mouth. The rest of it she stroked with one hand while massaging my balls with the other. As I began circling her clit with my tongue, she gasped and then began moaning. The vibrations of her moan shot through my cock like electricity, and I was going mad with lust. I ran my tongue down her pussy and then buried my face in her cunt, pushing my tongue deeply into her, then pulling it back and thrusting again. Her moans increased, as did my own. I felt my balls constrict as I was about to explode into her mouth. "I'm...coming," I said as I came up for air before diving into her muff again. "Don't stop," Christi groaned in a deep voice before taking me into her mouth once again. Her body flexed with my own, until we crescendoed in a mutual orgasm. She shuttered, then pressed her pussy hard against my face and shuttered again. I blasted a stream of cum down her throat and she swallowed it down, putting her lips tight around my staff and pulling me almost out of her mouth, then sucking the knob for the last drops. We were quiet and still for a moment, then she rolled off me and quietly said "My God." I turned around and lay half on top of her, kissing her neck. After a few minutes of basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking, I heard a stirring downstairs. Then Christi heard it. "Christ, it's my mother," she whispered. Christy's mom was at the bottom of the stairs. "Christi, come down here please." "In a minute," Christi replied. "Now, Christina Marie." I heard her mom's footsteps fade as she returned to her bedroom. "Nick, put on your robe and go talk to her. Christ, she's going to kill me." "Me?" I exclaimed. "What, are you crazy? We just...we just...Hell, she's going to think I just fucked her little girl. She's going to kill you? What do think she'll do to me?" Christi looked at me with a trace of anger in her eyes. "Look, she's raising two girls, alone, and she worries about me. Now, you go down there and tell her that we weren't fucking, or I swear I will never go down on you again." I couldn't bear the thought of losing what we had just discovered, so I grabbed my robe and went down to her mother's room. The door was ajar, and I could hear her crying inside. I mustered up my courage and went in. "Christi, how could you do that when...oh it's you," She said. "Christi will be down in a while," I said. "I just wanted to tell you...to say, well, we weren't doing what you think up there." "What, do you think I'm stupid?" she said. "I could hear you Nick. Damn you." "No, I mean, I just wanted to tell you that we weren't...that we were doing other things. Christi is still a virgin," I said. "So am I, I guess." She was sitting on the edge of the bed in a blue satin robe, her elbows on her knees and her face buried in her hands. She looked up and wiped the tears from her face. I saw the glimmer of a smile glide over her lips. "Well, if an 18-year-old boy is willing to admit he's a virgin, I guess he's telling the truth," she said. "You know, it isn't easy raising two teenage girls alone, with no father." I went over to her, still seated on the edge of the bed. "I'm sorry about your husband," I said. "I guess it must really be difficult this time of year." Tears welled up in her eyes and she put her arms around my waist and cried softly. I felt her breasts pressing against me through our robes. I also felt my hard-on coming back. Her crying slowed and then stopped, but she still had her arms around me. I looked down at her, and she pulled away a little and looked up at me. I could see down her cleavage at her ample breasts, which still were brushing against my semi-erect cock. A smile came to her lips. Our eyes met, and she held me transfixed in that gaze for a moment, then said quietly, "It's been so long." She untied the belt of my robe, then her own. Her breasts were quite different than her daughter's -- full, easily a 40D, with large dark brown areolas the size of silver dollars. Her nipples were large as well, as big around as a pinkie finger. I had always been more of an ass man, but those luscious tits were a sight to behold. She lay her hand flat against my upright member, lightly brushing it with her palm and fingers. "I haven't been with a man since my husband died," she said, circling my manhood with her long slender fingers. "Let me know if you want me to do something." She then leaned forward and grabbed my ass, putting my dick between her breasts. She moved her chest up and down, stroking my cock in her cleavage. As I got the rhythm she started, she let go of my backside and took hold of her own breasts, pushing them together to heighten the friction on my now throbbing cock. "Mmmm, this is so good," she said. "Do you like this?" "Yes, God yes," was all I could say. I could feel the pressure building in my balls already, but so did she, and she leaned back, taking my aching manhood from between her breasts and licking her lips. "Did Christi suck you off?" she asked, stroking my cock lovingly. "Did you eat her?" All I could do was nod yes and mumble a soft "uh-hmm." Geez, I was about to get a hummer from my girlfriend's mother, not 15 minutes since I had just shot my wad in Christi's mouth! "Well, let's see what all that moaning I heard upstairs was all about," she said. She took my cock into her mouth, sliding up and down the first six inches of the shaft. Then, she paused for a moment. I could feel the helmet touch against the back of her throat. Then suddenly, it was as if something unlocked in her throat and I felt my full length taken into her mouth. Her nose was buried in my pubic hair as she sucked and gulped, her throat thrumming as the pitch and volume of her humming rose. It was unbearable. I shot my load down her throat, and she pulled back and filled her mouth with my cum. "I hope there's more where that came from," she said. She got up off her knees and totally removed her robe, as did I. "So, honestly, Christi didn't fuck you?" "No," I said, barely able to find my voice. "She said she didn't want to yet. I think she was afraid you wouldn't approve." She laughed. "Well, she was right. I'm not a prude, I guess that's obvious, but I wanted her first time to be special. I wanted her to find the right boy. I think maybe she did." She lay back on the bed, pulling one knee up and parting it to give me a view of her pussy. The black curls of her mound glistened, and below the petals of her pussy were wet and pink. I felt myself aroused again. "I just want you to know, Nick, I'm not going to say no to you. I would love to be your first." I moved to the bed and got on my knees, licking her thighs, then her bush. She raised both knees took my head in her hands. "Mmmm, yes, baby. Oh, oh, lick me please. The whole way. All of it. Suck my clitty baby, oooooh Nick. God yes, oh fuck!" I took my finger and rubbed it in her hole, which was tight and muscular. She bucked against the thrust of my finger, all the while rocking my head against her clit. "OOOOhhh, Nick, oooooh..." She clamped my head between her thighs and froze for a moment, then spasmed uncontrollably. "Nick, oh god, fuck me, fuck me now," she pleaded. I scrambled up on top of her, and she drew her knees up to let me in deeply. I felt my chest rubbing against those marvelous breasts, and her hand took my cock and guided it into her hungry pussy. "Yes, darling, that's it. I can take it all, more, more," she pleaded. I began to pump for all I was worth. Her tight pussy was throbbing as she took all of me into her. I felt my balls slapping against her ass. She lifted me up off her chest until I was almost kneeling, and she wrapped her long legs around my waist. "Oh Nick, kiss my tits, kiss them while you fuck me." I raised her breasts to my mouth as she continued to rise up and meet my thrusts. I could feel the top of my head coming off as the drug of our lovemaking coursed through our bodies. We melted together. I couldn't tell where her body ended and mine began. I felt suspended in space, weightless, until the tingling of my balls told me I was about to come once more. Suddenly, her eyes got wide as she sensed my impending orgasm. "No, lover, not yet. I want you to fuck me from behind," she said in my ear. She quickly turned over and raised her voluptuous ass to me. I scrambled around behind her and she reached between her legs and grabbed my throbbing cock, guiding it into her hot box. From behind, I could feel myself going far deeper into her, and the sensation of pumping her sweet cunt from behind was sheer ecstasy. "Oh baby, yes!" she cried out. "Oh rub my clitty. Keep going! Fuck!!!" I reached around her with one hand to roll her nipple between my finger and thumb, and with the other hand I found her clit and rubbed it up and down with my middle finger, all the while keeping my turgid cock thrusting into her cunt. "Yes, ohmigod,ohmigod, ohfuckohfuck, yesnick," she muttered rapidly, as if she were in a trance of some kind, speaking in tongues. She arched her back and shuttered, grasping at her own tits and then falling face down into a pillow. Her pussy contracted around my cock and I shot my load deep in her, then I pulled out and plowed my still jizzing cock between the cheeks of her ass. I slid it up and down in the valley of her buttocks. I collapsed on top of her as I spent my last in the small of her back. After a moment, I rolled off her and lay there, breathing deeply. She nestled in beside me on her side and said "Do you suppose Christi heard us?" Christi! I had forgotten all about her. She must have heard us, and she said she was coming right down. The panic must have been clearly written on my face because Christi's mom said "Don't worry hon. I don't think she'll mind. After all, wasn't it her idea for you to come down here to see me?" Then it hit me. This was planned all along. My beautiful Christi, who loved me and wanted to help me lose my virginity. Christi, the loving daughter, who wanted to help her mother overcome the memories of loss and experience love again. She was an excellent actress, making me think she was angry with me when she ordered me downstairs to talk to her mom. And Mom, for her part, cried real tears for the loss of her husband, but allowed herself to feel like a woman again. New Years Eve "So," I said. "What now? I mean is this a one time thing, or what? Can I still see Christi? And you?" I saw Christi smiling shyly at the bedroom door, biting her lower lip in a poutly little way as she said "I've been a naughty girl." Her mother stroked my chest with her fingernails and said "Well, why don't we just take it a day at a time, Nick. I don't mind sharing you, if Christi doesn't." Then, in the shadows of the hallway, peeking out from behind Christi, I saw her sister Sally. "I want my girls to learn how to really enjoy lovemaking," Christi's mother said. "I've always wanted them to have the best. I teach you; you teach the girls. Are you willing, Nick?" Before I could answer, I heard Sally say "Nick?" I looked up at Sally, with her strawberry blonde hair in that little Dorothy Hamill hairstyle. Her nipples lifted up the front of her pink teddy. "I'm ready for my first lesson, Nick." New Years Eve It's New Years Eve. Actually, New Years Eve is done and gone, it's New Years Day, early AM. The hats and noisemakers were discarded several hours ago, after all the toasting and hugging and kissing that one sees on New Years tapered off. Now we've gotten back to the serious partying. This is the first time Sonja and I have been out to celebrate on December 31st in quite a while. In recent years, we've taken to staying home together, sipping Champagne in front of the TV until the ball in Times Square drops, then dashing to the bedroom to start the New Year off with a bang. You know, some good hot sex. Earlier this year, six months ago, to be precise, Sonja applied for a job in the Marketing Department at one of the cities big financial services firms, and got it. The company puts on this bash every year for all its employees, usually at a big downtown hotel, but this year one of the company bigwigs offered to hold it at his home, and quite the home it is. Right now it seems more like a night club, a few people are dancing to the loud music, many more are gathered in small groups, some standing, some sitting. Myself, I've been sitting with an attractive twenty-something secretary for the past half hour, she and her boyfriend. Sonja introduced her earlier as one of the people in her 'Friday-go-out-for pizza' group, whispering to me that she thought I might like her. "I think she's quite the flirt, and pretty, too, isn't she?" The boyfriend's passed out on the leather couch the three of us are sprawled out on, and I'm making suggestive remarks which are probably going right over her head, given the booze she's knocked back. She's had as much to drink as he has, but for some reason she's still upright. She's very good looking, with a trim body and small breasts that are artfully packed into a push up bra and being displayed most delightfully. In addition to chatting with this pissed up dolly, I'm keeping my eye on a group of three people standing beside the fireplace about twenty feet away. They are wrapped up in their own little game and aren't paying any attention to me at all. The male member of the trio is Harry. I can't remember Harry's last name, but that doesn't matter. Harry is a big, burly Irishman. He's wide shouldered and has a ruddy complexion. He's actually a pretty good looking guy, dressed in an expensive suit . With him is his wife slash partner slash whatever, Marie. I'm not quite sure how to describe Marie. I would have to guess that she is of mixed Chinese and French descent. While she certainly wouldn't win a beauty contest, she's exotic looking and surely has appeal. Her eyes are too far apart, and her lips are too large and full. She wears her hair in a very severe cut, and she has no tits to speak of, just nipples that seem always to be erect. As a total package, she makes my dick throb. I'd love to fuck the hell out of her. I've met Marie before. She and Sonja work together, after a fashion. Marie works in the company's accounting department and between the two of them, they keep an eye on the Marketing Department's budget. On a couple of occasions, Marie has stopped in at our house to drop off files for Sonja. I find myself fanaticizing about her from time to time. Like I said, I'd love to get in between those slender thighs. The third in the group by the fireplace is my own sweet bride. If you had to pick two people who looked as different as possible, you'd pick Sonja and Marie for sure. Sonja is a typical Nordic beauty, tall, blonde and lovely. And full figured, you know, that hourglass shape. Her hips are wide and her bum is a work of art. And those breasts... God, I almost lose my mind when she leans over me in bed and presses them against my face. Anyway, as I said, I'm dividing my time between the sexy young thing at my side, and the group across the room. I've been watch the threesome over there, drinking their Champagne and playing their game, and for the past ten minutes or so, I've been waiting for Harry to get his face slapped. He is stroking my wife's ass, and sooner or later, either she's going to haul off and smack him, or Marie is when she sees what he's doing. A few more minutes have passed and he is still doing it. As a matter of fact, she's now rotating her ass against his hand. It isn't like Sonja to let something like this go on. Based on what's going on right in front of my eyes, however, I have to take back my comment about him getting smacked, unless it's Marie that does it. That's unlikely too, I'm guessing. The two women have their heads together and they're laughing about something, until Sonja steps back and slips her arm over Harry's shoulder. She is standing beside and almost behind him. She's whispering in his ear and pressing her breast against his arm. I'm so damned curious, I want to know what she's telling him. Without skipping a beat, she has slipped her left hand into his left pants pocket. Now, there are several reasons why a woman might do that. A wife may be reaching for her husband's billfold... or his car keys, maybe. But the only reason my wife could be reaching into Harry's pocket is to cop a feel of his dick. Of this I am absolutely positive. And I am absolutely baffled. I mean, Sonja is not sexually adventuresome outside the bedroom. She's certainly no prude, just the opposite, in bed she's hot, downright sluttish. There's nothing she won't do. I don't know what to think right now, other than wondering how much she's had to drink. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not upset about this. Well, I guess I'm a little jealous, but I'm also curious as hell. And I'm getting aroused watching this little game. Seeing my wife letting her inhibitions down with this big handsome guy is very exciting. She's been fondling him now for several minutes. I know it's my not imagination, he has a noticeable lump in his trousers. While I watch, Marie turns and looks right at me and then with a bit of a grin, winks at me. I lift my eyebrows to acknowledge her wink and then give her the old "over here" flip of the head. She says something to Sonja who looks at me too, then nods her head. Marie walks across the room and settles on the arm of the sofa. The cute young thing shuts up for a second as Marie speaks, quite loud enough for us both to hear. "Sonja has been telling us how often you praise her skill as a fellatrix. Harry has decided that he needs to be convinced of her abilities, so we're going upstairs so she can suck him off. Wanna watch?" "What?" I say. My young chum's mouth falls open for a second or two before she asks "Really? Can I come too?" Marie just shakes her head no. Aw, shit! I think "Well? Are you coming?" It takes a few seconds for my brain to process this information. "Fuck, yes! I wouldn't miss it for the world" I've told Sonja a thousand times over the years how good a cocksucker she is, and how much it would thrill me to watch her give someone one of her incredible blow jobs. I'm on my feet in a flash, and Marie and I hurry to catch up with Harry and Sonja, who've already headed for the stairway. I'm excited, but also somewhat shaken. Is this something I really want to happen? My mind shifts gears as I admire the loving workmanship that has gone into the construction of the stairway. This is quite a house! I wonder what the bedrooms are like. The stairs hold my attention for five seconds, tops. Ahead of us, may ten feet ahead, my wife and Harry have reached the landing, and his hand is still on her ass. I can't help but be amazed at what is happening here. We catch up catch up to them by the time they reach the top of the stairs, and I reach out and cup her butt, too. She's giving me a crooked smile, either because she's half pissed on the Champagne or because she's afraid I'm upset, or maybe both. "You OK?" "Absolutely. I can't wait to see you do this. You? "I'm a bit nervous." She licks her lips. "Horny?" "Oh God, yes. I'm dripping wet." We've located a guest room that isn't occupied. A few rooms along the hallway had doors closed and locked. I expect that a number of illicit New Years couplings are happening as I speak. Preliminaries? Na! Don't need foreplay. Everyone's ready. I park myself on a settee beside the bed. Sonja is sitting on the edge of the bed, her dress hiked up so she can spread her legs. Harry's standing up between her knees facing her and Marie has snuggled up beside my wife. Sonya's got Harry's zipper down and is trying to fish his cock out of his pants without success. She finally decides to loosen his belt and his pants drop to the floor. Problem solved. His briefs drop too, and there it is. "Wow! Nice one, Harry," I say to myself. Sonja's eyes are big saucers. Harry's dick is sticking straight out and it's thick. Not very long, but very thick. It's one of those ones you see on internet porn sites, you know, where the head is actually normally sized but looks small because the shaft is so damn thick. This fucker's gonna stretch her pretty lips. Sonja is leaning forward, with her eyes closed. She has the tip of Harry's prick resting gently on her outstretched tongue, and she is purring, honest to God, as she moves his cock slowly to the left, then back to the right. She's got a grip on his thighs so he doesn't get carried away. She leans a little further and the head disappears into her mouth. She goes for more cock, and as I knew it would, it's really stretching her mouth. She likes it. I know that because I can hear her moan softly. She always moans when she gets into it. That's when she starts with the stuff that makes you crazy. The slow slide down the shaft, while her tongue does some rapid dancing on your glans. She likes to do it slow, especially when she pulls back. Her lips tighten gradually until she gets to the point where only the head remains in her mouth. It's like she's milking you. I guess creaming is more apt. And no hands for this girl, either. It's all lip and tongue action, and if she doesn't make you come within five minutes, then you should see your doctor. You may be dead and not be aware of the fact. "Holy Mother of God, girl! What are you doin' to me. You've gotta dump this guy here. I want to marry your mouth." He glances at Marie. "I'm sorry baby, she's that good. You'll want to get some pointers from her after. Not now!" Sonja breaks her own rule at this point. She never takes my cock out of her mouth until I've blown a big hot load, except when I tell her I want to come on her tits. "Jesus, Harry! You talk too much. How can you focus on what I'm doing if you're talking. Now be quiet and pay attention to my mouth." What a pushy bitch! She slurs her words just a bit, and I know now that she is half pissed. "Hmmm," she goes as it slides back in. She can take almost all of it, not quite, but it doesn't bother her. She goes back to work on him The big moment is approaching. Harry is huffing, his face is decidedly redder than it was a minute ago. I hope the big dumb fuck doesn't keel over dead from an aneurysm or something when he blows his load down her throat. I hadn't noticed before, but Marie has her dress up around her thighs and is frigging herself as she watches her guy's fat dong sliding in and out of my sweet wife's hungry mouth. He is holding his breath, and I can see Sonja's eyes smiling as she simply holds still to let him agonize over that intense first release of semen. An instant later his eyes are blinking rapidly and her throat is working overtime to swallow the slippery scum she's receiving from him. Harry collapses on the bed. "Holy shit!" he gasps. "Holy shit." Sonja sits and licks her lips like a contented cat, smiling and savoring Harry's taste. I didn't notice when Marie took her dress off. I guess I've been distracted. Sitting there in bra, panties and black thigh-highs, she looks so fucking hot. My cock, hard from watching my wife blow Harry, twitches in my pants while I look at Marie. Evidently Marie looks good to Sonja, too. I ask her about sex with another woman sometimes when we fuck, but she always says the idea doesn't turn her on. It appears as if she's been lying to me all this time. She has Marie's bra pulled up and a long, hard nipple in her mouth. Marie has pulled the gusset of her black panties aside and is masturbating, I'm staring at Marie's swollen cunt, which is winking at me as she pummels her clit, and I'm starting to think that if I don't take my hard-on out of my pants, I could have to get my pants dry cleaned next week. So I do. Sonja has pulled Marie to the edge of the bed and has her face in Marie's lap. I can't see what she's doing but I can hear. She's doing something wet that Marie definitely likes. If I had to guess, I'd say Sonja was eating her very first pussy. I hope she likes it. She puts her hands on Marie's knees and pushes them apart and goes deeper. Harry has recovered and is kissing Marie. Well, kissing and then some. He's got her wrists pinned to the bed above her head with one hand, and is kissing her entire face voraciously, and at the same time is tugging at her big hard nips, pulling the flesh of her chest up into cones that would be her boobs is she had them. Between the two of them they're making her come, big time. Sonja lifts her face from between Marie's thighs and looks at me, gives me a big shit eating grin, with Marie's pussy juice coating her from her cheekbones on down. "Jesus Christ! That was hot. What did you think?" I can't say anything, just nod and grin just like she is. Sonja's getting up, I think she's going to give me a sloppy, cunt flavored kiss, but Harry grabs her and eases her back onto the bed. He's got her dress around her waist and the wispy little excuse for panties that she's wearing pulled aside so he can finger fuck her. Now it's Marie's turn and she goes down, down, down on Sonja's blonde fringed twat with zeal. She appears, from where I am, to have two or three slender fingers in Sonja's pussy, and is licking away at her clitty, which is always a real turn on for her. Sonja loves to have her pussy eaten. The fact that it's another horny woman seems to be doing a lot for me, especially the way Sonja is moaning. Now Harry is on his knees too, having long since lost the rest of his clothes, and Marie is backing away to let him lick my wife's snatch. He doesn't stay there for long, but rises up to stand between her knees. He's whispering something to her, but not so quietly as to hide what he's saying. "It's time for me to fuck you, don't you think?" She closes her eyes for just a second and then looks at me. This wasn't part of the deal, it was just a blowjob, but I can't seem to say anything, can't even shake my head no. Why? Harry putting it to my wife is the next logical event of the evening. Besides, I can't think of anything I'd rather see at the moment, than my wife being boned by Harry's fat dick. By saying nothing, I've effectively given her my permission to spread her legs for Harry. But then who's to say if I had given my head a brief shake whether that would have made any difference at all. Maybe she had already made the decision, and was asking only for the sake of my ego. She's smiling that seductive smile of hers, looking into his eyes, silently saying "Yes, fuck me" with her eyes. Not a word is spoken. He's got an ankle in each hand. She holds her legs straight as he lifts them and spreads them. Her vaginal lips are a dark coral red, swollen with blood. They are very ready to be fucked and it appears that's exactly what's going to happen. She has her eye on his cock as he brings it closer. I notice Marie is staring at it too, and I keep coming back to it as I watch these two horny women. Harry's cock doesn't need guidance, it seems to know where it is going, and homes in quickly on Sonja's slit. His actions are much like hers as she sucked him, slow and deliberate. He's looking at each of us, smiles at Marie, then at me. It's a strange smile, the one for me, not unfriendly at all, but still making the message clear, "I'm going to fuck your wife now, cuckold." I smile back, and say in a surprisingly even voice, "Fuck her good, Harry." "OK. You've got it." he says. He's resting between her labia now, not in her yet, but very close. Clear fluid drips from his piss hole and he's licking his lips, savoring the moment before he sinks his thick penis into Sonja's cunt. She groans, really quite loudly, and he's in. I'm sure her vagina has never been so stuffed. Her eyes are closed and she has her head tipped back, no longer interested in the visual aspect of the assault on her twat, it's all in the feel now. Harry's the same, eyes closed as he slowly pumps her, coming very close to pulling all the way out on each stroke, giving her the full effect of being reopened and refilled each time he pushes easily back in. This slow and steady fuck has gone on for ten, maybe fifteen minutes now, and the pace is increasing Their thighs slap together loudly as they copulate. Sonja is having little orgasms every few minutes. Harry has taken the neediness, the edge off, by coming in her mouth earlier. He appears to be settling in for the long haul. He surprises us all when he pulls his cock completely out of Sonja's body a few minutes later and holds out his hand for hers. He's got her on her feet again, and is lifting her dress over her head. The wet panties are tugged down her legs before he spins her around and unhooks her bra, leaving her wonderfully naked, except for the silk red garter belt and the sexy stockings I had put in a little box under the Christmas tree. "I just couldn't go any further without having those big titties of yours out to be squeezed." He takes one one of her big jugs in each of his large hands and brings a nipple to his mouth, and then, a minute later, the other. He turns her toward the dressing table against the adjacent wall and pushes her so she bends at the waist. She's looking over her shoulder at me as she grips the table. She still has her heels on, and in this position, her vagina and asshole are in perfect fucking position, and not much more than four feet directly in front of me. I wonder if he's thinking about slipping it into her asshole. Talk about your wide screen movie, in Technicolor and Pornovsion. Harry's dick is still sticking straight out. He stands behind Sonja and rubs himself up and down her wet slit before slipping it into her cunt again. She's so wet that they make slurping noises as they screw. He fucks her steadily for another ten minutes or so. Sonja has her hand on her pussy and is tweaking her clit, groaning each time she comes. Harry is having a great time manipulating her body. He's squeezing her dangling knockers, and occasionally taking a handful of hair so he can pull her back against him hard. He knows I'm unable to look away and is taking great delight in pulling his fat wiener all the way out of Sonja's cunt to show me how wet she is. He's coated in her lubrication to the point where it's dripping off his balls. I'm still stroking myself carefully. I don't want to come yet. I can't last worth shit when I fuck Sonja from behind like Harry's doing. Doggy fucking, she calls it. The stimulation is too great for me, and so it seems for him, too. He's looking a little flushed and I'm sure he's close to his climax when he starts to fuck her harder and faster. He's holding her hips now and is trying to force his cock deeper into her belly. "Oh Lord, Oh, fuck me gently, Jesus, here it comes. I'm gonna come!. Ohhh, Fuuuuck! Sonja holds her breath for fifteen or twenty seconds, then comes too. Harry's stretched out on the other settee and Sonja has flopped on her back on the bed, her legs spread, showing off her red, drooling snatch. They're both still breathing hard. Sonja rises to elbows and looks at me, then crooks her finger. "Come here, lover. You told me once how it would turn you on to eat my pussy when it's full of some stud's come. I want you to do it now, baby. I want to watch you eat my just-fucked cunt." What can I do? I'm so goddamn rangy right now I'll do anything. New Years Eve My tongue is lapping at her. I can taste her tartness and smell the bleachy odor of Harry's semen. She flexes the muscles in her gut and expels a large glob of Harry's jizz right onto my tongue. That does it to me! I'm pumping out my own climax, all over the bedding and the carpet. We leave the party shortly afterward. Sonja and Marie whisper to each other on the way out to our respective cars. I kiss Marie good night, and Harry and Sonja do as well, though more passionately. When we're alone and heading home, I ask her what they were talking about. "Harry and Marie are coming up to our place on the weekend. I'm giving Marie some pointers on how to suck cock. We agreed that while she practices her blowjob technique on you, I get to fuck Harry again. I figure it may take months to teach her everything I know." New Years Eve It was 11PM already and he had not shown up, I could not believe he would stand me up on New Year's Eve, here I was stood alone and only an hour to go before every one would have someone to kiss as the clock chimed midnight, I looked around the room and then from the corner of my eye I glimpsed a figure looking at me, I looked away quickly but cannot resist taking another look, yes he is still there looking right at me with those eyes, I cannot resist looking into them they are so warm and welcoming, the stranger started to walk towards me and as he did my heart skipped a beat, god he was so good looking as well, maybe not a bad night after all? You walked right up to me and stand there still looking deep into my eyes, you asked me if I would like a drink and I say yes, you then order two drinks and offer me mine, I took it and took a sip of it still looking deep into your eyes, god they were so god damn lovely, you asked me if I would like to dance and I responded by stepping onto the dance floor with you not to far behind me, I turned around and you take me by the waist and held me close, hmmm a slow song how I loved to dance real close, I could feel the heat from your hands on my back and the heat from your body pressed up against mine, I could not believe we had yet to speak other than to say yes and thanks for the drink. Your body felt so firm and you smelled so good and wow those eyes they bewitch me, yes I was under your spell and I still did not know your name? I rested my head on your shoulder and stayed like that for what seems an age, way past the music stopping and the next one starting. I looked at my watch it was 11:55PM, the night had flew by, another year just about to begin, what will it hold for me? the music stopped, the count down had began 10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1, “HAPPY NEW YEAR!” I looked at you and you looked back at me, with unspoken words I smiled and you leaned forward and kissed me. My hands cupped your face and yours enveloped my body, your kiss was so sweet and tender and oh so passionate, we kissed for what seemed like an age and when it is all over I buried my head into your chest with such a feeling of satisfaction and safety, my hands ran down your chest and straight into your hands, “Shall I walk you home?” You asked me, I looked up and smiled, you held my hand tightly and lead me out of the room and into the street, we walked holding hands and finally talking and laughing and all the time your eyes looked deep into my soul and mine deep into yours. Home at last I opened my door and asked you if you would like to come in, you smiled and followed me into my lounge, I take my coat off and you did the same, “It is so cold in here,” I went over to the fire and turned it on, "Hmmm warmth at last it is so cold out tonight!" I turned round to ask you if you wanted a drink and you are there right in front of me, our eyes met and I looked deep into yours. My hands slid up your chest over the top of you shirt and up round your neck, your hands ran round my waist and we kissed a long deep passionate kiss, your hands run up my back and to my hair, you took out my clip and my deep red hair fell down onto my shoulders, your hands next undid the zip at the back of my dress hmmm, the warmth of your hands. My hands then ran down your chest to the top button of your shirt, I opened the buttons one by one slowly looking deep into your eyes and you looking deep into my green eyes, my dress fell to the floor leaving me in matching black lace panties and bra, my hands went back to opening your last button and I helped you off with your shirt. I ran my hands over your chest, my oh my what a good looking body you have as your tongue was running slowly over my neck kissing every part of it, my head leaned back so you could kiss my throat and then back up to my lips. My fingers fumbled at the belt on your trousers and at last I undid it, the button and then finally the zip, I slipped my hands into your trousers, you pulled your head away from me and smiled at me with such a wicked smile, I could not keep my face straight I had to giggle and you laugh too. I slid your trousers down and you kick of your shoes, then stepped out of your trousers, you stood there in just your boxers and socks, wow what a sight to behold, a body to die for, so touchable, we embraced and touched one another and then started to explore each others bodies, slowly we make our way to the floor, me lying on my back and you over the top of me, with the glow from the fire on your face and me with my red hair spread out over the floor, I rolled you over I was now on top and totally in control. Your hands were on my back and running up and down my spine, my hands were on your torso also running up and down feeling every part of your upper body. I leaned over you my hair fell onto your chest, I kissed you on the body running my tongue along to centre of your torso, up first then back down till I reached your stomach and past it till I reached the rim of your shorts, my hands now on your stomach while I was still kissing and tasting you, my hands slips into your boxers, I could feel your hardness and I slowly removed your boxers with one hand and carried on kissing your stomach slowly moving down to your hair line, my other hand resting next to you as I used it as support to keep me above you. Slowly I moved my body down and my tongue moved with me, down past your hairline and slowly towards that hardness I could see before me, I lifted my head and looked at you deep into your eyes, once more and then with my tongue I started to tease the end of your cock licking at first, then taking the tip of it into my mouth very slowly and not to far just enough to tease, I heard you take a deep breath in as I started to taste you, slowly running my tongue up and over the end of your cock, then all of a sudden taking it all the way deep into my mouth, all the way in till it hit the back of my throat, teasing you still with my tongue and tasting you and oh yes sucking you. I started to feel your body tense up as you put your hands on my head, running your fingers through my hair, but most of all making sure I did not pull away, I moved my hand so it was holding the base of your cock, holding it tight enough to feel it pulsate lightly and slowly I started to rub it up and down, my head starts to move in rhythm as well, up and down in and out your hands gripped my hair tightly, your body moving in time with my hand and mouth, then with my other hand I cupped your balls and started to tickle and rub, you was in heaven I could feel your body starting to shake as I started to move faster and faster and faster, looking up at you and deep into your eyes. I started to slow down the speed of the rhythm slowly, bringing it to an end and removing my mouth from your hardness, I slowly started to kiss your body again, moving up your torso and towards your mouth, I grinned at you and started to remove my bra and panties and then started to mount you, you held the base of your cock allowing me to slide onto it slowly, oh my the feeling of you filling me. You were all the way in me I could feel you deep within my wetness I started to ride you, up and down my hands rubbing your chest, your hands on my breasts rubbing them, fondling them with the most wicked smile on your face, I leaned forward and my hair fell onto your face as I kissed your mouth with my tongue exploring your mouth, touching and entwining, twisting and sucking. The rhythm picked up and I started to move at a pace, feeling you deep within me moving in and out, you rolled me over so you was on top of me, looking deep into my eyes, both of us moving in harmony, my eyes closed and the feeling of excitement over taking my body and yours to as I felt you start to shake and twitch, we were cumin together, the pleasure of the experience, the feeling of you shooting deep within me ohh I was in heaven and you had put me there. When all had stopped you rested your head on my chest and relaxed your body and together there we stayed as one, all night sleeping soundly and peacefully, the new year had brought me love and I hoped it blossomed with time? But that is another story and we will have to wait and see. New Year's Eve 1959 The Back Story Dear Reader, if your needs are urgent, you may skip this first part. It sets the scene and gives some insight about the behavior of the young subject of this narrative when he encounters the tipsy sexual attentions of two very horny matrons. So many years ago; so much forgotten—but some memories linger. Their names were Constance and Elizabeth. The year was 1959. I was 18, just out of high school. Connie Kazmarek, mother of four, was 37. Her sister, Liz Campbell, mother of three, was 35. Connie lived in my town. At New Years eve her sister was visiting from a remote mining town in Northern Ontario. Her Scots husband was a miner who emigrated from the U.K., to Canada. Connie was a G.I. bride who came to the U.S. with her husband after WW II. A few lines about me. The year before, I took pictures for the yearbook of the small Catholic high school I attended. One day at a basketball game the sports editor of the local daily buttonholed me. He offered me $10.00 to take pictures at the district playoffs. Other piecework followed and eventually a job. So I became a cub reporter and photographer making the munificent sum of $1.00 per hour. A young Queen Elizabeth visited Canada that year in the royal yacht Britannia. When the royal progress reached our Canadian sister city, just across the river, I was in a gaggle of photographers who shoved, focused and snapped shots of Her Highness disembarking to the enthusiastic cheers of her many northern Ontario provincial "subjects" gathered at the quay. (Included for my U.K., readers.) I was still very much a kid in many ways; nerdy "Buddy Holly" black glasses; a fresh innocent face with my beard only beginning to emerge and my body hair had not developed much except a pubic thatch from whence dangled my creditable but average cock. I was not an athlete or body builder but simply had the slender body of a youth on the cusp of manhood. I could muster almost 5"9" height with my shoes on. I was reared by my maiden aunt school teacher, sister of my mother, claimed by death suddenly when I was just 13 months old. My aged sight-impaired maternal grandmother rounded out our household. I was utterly naïve about women and sex. My aunt was not forthcoming on the subject. No, even more than that. In all my life I have never met anyone who managed to so thoroughly sublimate her sexuality as did my aunt. She was utterly put off by and shrank from physical human contact. My grandmother, a petite lady, who had six children, obviously had a sex life once but she had been a retro-virginal widow for decades. Nor were the nuns of the grade and high schools I attended a source of knowledge; veiled and coifed and draped in yards of black wool serge (before Vatican II) they were medieval in appearance and, many in their thinking as well. They and the Catholic Church made sure that by the time I finished high school I was shot through with scruples and a twisted moral compass that pointed at SEX as not only nasty and evil, but the greatest evil . There existed but one limited and highly restricted exception, i.e., in the missionary position, penis in vagina, by two persons married in the Church after "Pre-Cana" instruction and only if done just enough and always with the singular intent to produce children but never for gratification of ANIMAL impulses. Ahem, no touching, fondling, rubbing, pinching, reading about it, talking dirty, or putting the sex organs or the mouth (Get thee behind me Satan!) anywhere on the body of the legitimate partner except you may put it in the vagina only; husband on top, wife below; that's it. No need to remove your nightwear; think of the children if one should barge in. Pull it out of your fly; she's not to touch it. Now just move her panties aside and put it in. Hurry up. Finished? Good. Then clean your dirty self and say a prayer to the Blessed Virgin for forgiveness just in case you had some filthy thoughts or groped the poor woman. And no carnal "checking" out other women or having nasty thoughts about them or (shudder) about other men. I belabor the point. In fact, when it comes to sex nature does not give a flea's fart about morals, acculturation, propriety, dignity, relative age, location, friendship, decency, who is the keeper of theological truth, the ten Commandments, or man-made law. It cares only about ensuring that that biological thing over there, after whatever preliminaries it takes; that that thing will ultimately and inevitably be unable to keep from inserting its appendage into the willing and eager receptacle in that "other" over there; repeating as much and as often as possible leaving within the reproductive system of the other all the sperm any exultant producer can cum up with. This nature does this with a couple of hormonal soups and by packing a tsunami of bliss into the joining of the sex organs so that the act is the fundamental force that drives the world. Making love, and plain old lusty fucking, is as inevitable as the sunrise. But suppression of this fundamental truth about the human condition was the essential goal of all my upbringing and instruction. My body did not agree with the indoctrination of my mind. Figuratively it said, "Fuck it." Literally, it urged me to fuck it. At 18 I had inevitably taken my place in the ranks of testosterone soaked but virginal young men; upshot— I was horny all the time. Nature had me locked in her grasp. My body rebelled at the notion of being denied. I had learned early on that some amazingly delicious, mind blowing pleasure radiated from my fingerling cock's head; whenever I got a chance to give it a frantic rubbing; that I could bring forth, gasping and shuddering, multiple spurts of cum, each driven out of me by a sublime diffusion of toe curling ecstasy through my groin and down my legs. I knew generally and even instinctively that as good as masturbation is, it does not approach the bliss to be found in a woman's body. I yearned for initiation. I came to assess practically all the women who entered my field of vision as potential sex partners. This one's tits; that one's great ass, the beauty of another, the glimpse of this one's thigh or that one's cleavage. Or it could be the sway of a woman's hips; a glimpse of armpit and beyond in a sleeveless blouse; a warm smile or a toss of the hair. Age mattered little. The smell of women opened yet another axis from nostrils to a neurological olfactory center thence urgent messages dispatched directly to the glans of my penis and instantly redirected blood flow to lift my ever anxious cock. I masturbated my way through fantasies about dozens of women. Early on for some reason, I am not sure why, I became most excited at the thought of sex with women much older than I; women old enough to be my mother or grandmother. It was at this threshold of my young life that I met Master Sergeant Casimir Kazmarek (RIP), U. S. Army; husband and through him, his wife Connie and their family. Our acquaintance grew out of my role as newspaper neophyte and his, as public information NCO of the Army camp in our town. He was a very tall and lanky man, thin faced, intelligent and inquiring piercing brown eyes, a narrow face, pencil moustache, dark complexioned and spoke in a rumbling base voice. When we met he was in his mid forties and had been in the Army perhaps 16 years. Both his parents were Polish immigrants to the U.S., and he spoke Polish as fluently as English. When Kaz and Connie met he was one of the many thousands of GIs gathering in England for the invasion of Europe. As many Brits said or thought, "They're over paid, oversexed and over here." The GI's caustically responded that Brits were "underpaid, undersexed and under Ike [Supreme Allied Commander Dwight D. Eisenhower]." Connie was then in the ranks of the WRNS (the Wrens). I was to learn that she and her sister were not "undersexed." What brought me to become friends with the Kazmareks is difficult to pin down. "Kaz" seemed to me to be worldly wise, smart and well schooled in life and in public information as PR was called then. He treated me as a colleague and I think he took satisfaction in something of a mentoring role with a pliable young man. There was a paucity of male role models in my life. He and Connie were very much "people" persons who seemed to enjoy life. Their home was a frenetic place filled with the detritus of multiple persons living under one roof. Soon I found the door open to me whenever I felt like soaking up the earthy family atmosphere that fascinated and excited me. It contrasted so sharply with the staid, muted ambiance of my own home. My better angels liked them both, admired and respected them. My cock wanted Connie without regard for any sense of loyalty or decency. Over the Christmas holidays the Kazmarek household became even more frantic than usual when Liz, sans husband but with children, arrived for a reunion with her sister. Neither had seen each other since Connie had departed for the New World with her GI husband 13 years earlier. New Year's Eve On the last day of 1959 Connie called and said I should join them for New Year's celebration. The Kazmareks had readily taken me into their family circle so Connie's call was welcome did not come as a surprise. I had no other invitations and was glad to get out of the house and the two staid (boring) women I lived with. I said I would check with my Aunt. Connie said," let me talk to her." I handed the phone to my Aunt. My Aunt did not have unfettered faith or confidence in the Kazmareks. She spoke diffidently of them; not quite able to focus on why she harbored misgivings; perhaps because they drank and smoked and appeared to live life in intimidating gusty chunks. The two women spoke and after hanging up my Aunt said to me, "Well alright but be home by midnight." I said, "It's a New Year's eve deal. The whole idea is to be there at midnight!" Mumble, mumble, one o'clock then and I was out the door into the freezing cold night air, hoofing it the eight blocks or so to the Kazmarek's house. Little gusts swirled some snow that had begun to fall; an event in that clime about as unusual as a shower in a tropical rain forest. I was pretty cold from my trudge through the snow upon arrival. A gaggle of the two families was out in the yard spilling into the street where a section had been shoveled down to the ice beneath. There was Kaz resolutely exploding illegal fireworks purchased on the Canadian side of the river. I greeted all but went in to warm myself. The women, in Fifties housedresses, were in the kitchen. Each of the women had a an open bottle of beer. Connie introduced Liz as I shed my cold weather outerwear. Liz was a prettier than Connie, more full figured; not fat but no longer at her maiden weight, bigger tits, smaller ass. She was shorter than her sister; about my height. Connie was an inch or so taller than I was. Both had the matronly child bearing round bellies I find quite stimulating. Connie did not have a pretty face; she was not ugly rather just plain and unremarkable. Since I could not do otherwise, as with practically all women in my life I thought about her as a sex partner. As our friendship developed I spent time at Kazmareks as much to be near her as to visit with Kaz. If I went by and Kaz was not home so that I could spend time just with Connie I was secretly pleased. I couldn't possibly summon the courage to make a pass at her; but as I would learn she knew I wanted her. She had the insight to know it was as a function of access and proximity to a woman as much as from any infatuation; not very flattering but she nevertheless enjoyed my attention. In retrospect I think Kaz knew that I lusted for his wife but was bemused and in no way threatened by any notion I might make a cuckold of him. As the evening ticked into the waning hours of 1959 the kids and Kaz came in; pot roast (or hotdogs for any recalcitrant child) was served with mashed potatoes and gravy, then cake and ice cream (never too cold for ice cream). I was somewhat surprised but felt quite adult when I was offered a bottle of beer which I accepted. After the meal Kaz got out his bottle of flavored brandy and warmed himself with several shots. He also got out his concertina and played Polish folk songs; looking very "bistroee" squinting against the smoke rising from a cigarette in the corner of his mouth. I was quite taken with the music; he played adroitly and sang with a dark and melodic voice. While he played he seemed to block out everything and everyone else. Hey, there, somewhere in the black water He sits on a young Cossack horse. Tender bids farewell to the girl Even more sensitive to the Ukraine. Hey, hey, hey falcons Bypassing the mountains, forests, fields and ditches. Call, call, call dzwoneczku, My skowroneczku steppe. Many of the girls in the world, But most of them in Ukraine. There, my heart remained With my lovely girlfriend. (A robot translation; there are numerous additional stanzas.) I didn't understand a word but still enjoyed it. After what seemed a long time, maybe only 30 or 40 minutes actually, as well as after the liquid level in the brandy bottle dropped significantly, he simply put his concertina away; announced he was going to bed and walked a bit unsteadily out of the kitchen where we sat. It was not unusual behavior for Kaz. Apparently he was not going to be with us to greet the new year. In that moment I realized that the youngsters had disappeared and fallen quiet off elsewhere in the house or exhausted had fallen asleep. I was left alone with Connie and Liz at the kitchen table. Where there had been two bottles on the table when I arrived there were now 10, including my second that I nursed. So each of the women had become a bit inebriated and inhibitions began to slip. Trips to the bathroom had begun as the beer filled their bladders. They had learned to drink during the war and could hold a good deal of alcohol while revealing little overt effect. My cursed "tiny bladder" spoke to me as well. I excused myself and went to pee. I passed an outside window and paused to see in streetlight glow a snowstorm had begun to blow and the white stuff was piling in windrows obliterating the street. Typical weather for that place. It looked like I would be trudging home in a storm; a prospect I did not embrace with good feeling. But the party seemed as if it had petered out. When I went off to pee Connie and LIz were quite absorbed with one another. Neither had yet given me any signal, at least one I recognized, that could be considered an entrée to some "fooling around" much less anything more intimate. I supposed (wildly off the mark) that by their mutual presence each cancelled out any inebriated impulse of the other in that direction. It came to me that I had been fantasizing anyway; why would or should there be any signal or possibility? Things changed when I returned from the bathroom. Not mentioned then, I later learned my Aunt had called expressing concern about my returning home in the storm; driving was already out of the question. In making the call she became an unwitting enabler in my first sexual encounter with women. Connie told her she would put me up on the living room couch and my Aunt reluctantly agreed it would be better that I not try to make it home through the storm. When I returned Connie and LIz had their heads together talking in very low voices. When they saw me they moved apart and tried to compose their faces. But Connie snickered and that did it for them. They fell into fits of giggling like a couple of high school girls.. My face flushed because it seemed to me that I had been the subject. Seizing on the worsening storm as a pretext, I announced that, "I'd better get going. Storms getting worse." It was fifty minutes from the new year. "This is crappy," I thought, "I'm going to greet the new decade freezing my miserable balls off in a blizzard." Liz said, "Kenneth luv," you can't leave yet. There'll be no gent for us to snog come midnight. "Wouldn't be right two sisters snogging. Mind you Connie's not got what I need." Laughter followed. This brought me up short. The party suddenly looked more promising. I was naïve but Liz's remark got through to me; there was the signal I'd hoped to receive. I felt a tingle in my cock. But she'd used a term I'd not heard before. Innocently, I asked, "What's snogging?" "Here now," Liz said turning to Connie, "You've got this lovely lad, this handsome young man coming around, sniffing after your matronly secrets and you've not shown him about snogging? You've let old ladies down all over the world." Connie grinned and said she'd not done so but that she'd thought about it. Meanwhile I stood there looking from one to the other. I didn't yet know what snogging was but the context of this turn in the conversation did cause my dormant cock to further stir. I decided to stay for awhile, not knowing I'd already been kidnapped and the seduction had already begun; indeed was advancing nicely. This volta in the proceedings needed to be explored. Liz scooted her chair away from the table and stood. She said to me, "Come over here dearie; let old LIz show you what snogging is. He's going to need some practice before midnight, isn't he now, Connie, if he's to service us properly?" "You said 'service us' Connie answered. "Oh my, a Freudian slip wasn't that," Liz laughed. "Well, come over here Kenneth and sit in the chair," Liz said again, "I won't bite you; well maybe just a nibble," the latter sotto voce. I walked to the chair and sat. The seat was warm from Liz's bottom. But for the effect of about two bottles of beer I might have otherwise bolted. Liz stood quite close so that her hip brushed my shoulder. It felt good, warm through her dress, firm but not hard. My cock rose further. Without ado, Liz settled herself side mount in my lap. My cock strained to push up in the cleft of her ass as though it had a sense of smell. I thought she would jump up when my cock goosed her. Instead she squirmed around on it until she had it where she wanted it. She put her arm around my neck. "He's got a very nice stiffie now, does our Kenneth," she said and squeezed her cheeks together. My cock surged. My face flushed. "I couldn't help it. Your bottom (I dared not say "ass") feels so good. Sorry." "Don't be sorry, it feels good for me too," she said. With that she wiggled about causing my cock to tingle again. "Relax your arms and get comfortable," Liz admonished. "Your stiff as a pole"; the latter with a guffaw. She held me close and her left breast pressed against my face. "Hold me now, so I don't slide out of your lap, sweetie." So saying she took my hand and brought it around until it rested on the side of her right breast. I could see where her two very erect nipples pushed against her dress. A couple of buttons had been undone and I could see a good bit of a braless tit. My left hand she pulled across her thighs until it was on the outside of her right thigh. I clutched her. Again my cock pulsed and she squeezed. Her smell assaulted my nostrils, a warm mix of perfume, sweat and an arousing edgy odor that I would come to know as the nosegay of a hot and needy pussy. My world constricted until it extended no further than Liz's body. "Mmmm, all comfy now?" "Oh, you feel so good," I croaked, "Am I really awake?" "Of course you are darling. Is your throat dry?" She reached over to the table and Connie handed her a beer. She held it to my lips and I took a swallow. She too took a long swallow, set the bottle down then bent down and kissed me on the mouth; first once lightly, then more firmly and engaged my lips for several heartbeats; then again with lips apart and tongue flicking between my lips; then again with her mouth open so that she kissed not only my lips but almost from my nose to my chin, slurping my face and into my mouth with her tongue. New Year's Eve 1959 It was gross but thrilled me incredibly. It was wickedly sordid and sloppy. Her tongue explored my mouth. She ground her bottom cheeks against my groin. It was fabulously sexy. When she broke off I was reeling. I had no idea a woman could be so wanton (little did I know) or make me feel so flooded with carnal need. Our faces were wet. "That's a bit of snogging, Luv," she said. At that she stood got out of my lap much to the dismay of my heated phallus, and took another chair. I think he'll do just fine," taking a long pull on a beer bottle. "Dampened my knickers, he did," this while she pulled her bodice open and put her beer bottle into her cleavage pushing the exciting flesh aside as I drank in the sight of this lusty woman. She reached and took up my hand, kissing it. Another message to my cock; now urgently pleading to be put into the team on the field of our sex play. If I was being seduced my cock was enthusiastically twitching its approval. My libido had thrashed my Baltimore Catechism conscience into silent submission. I looked at Connie and she smiled, "Didn't expect anything like this to really happen did you" she asked.? "You've been wishing I'd let you do something though, haven't you?" More blushing, "I, I, enjoy your company and it is exciting to be with you," I answered quietly; not able to look directly at her. "Kenneth don't be chagrined, sweetie, "It's quite nice to have your attention. But, I am a married woman. I love Kaz and the children and I wouldn't do anything to hurt them." "I know," I said, dejected that the door I thought opened now seemed to be closing. "Oh don't look so forlorn. Kaz and I talked about you. He understands what you're experiencing and how difficult it is for you. He thinks it would be good if a woman helped you come of age. Kaz was willing to have me do that. But I told him I couldn't go so far as intercourse. My fanny, (a puzzled look from me), my vagina, that part of it is for him only. There are other things we can do that you, that we both can enjoy without intercourse." You can imagine that this revelation floored me. But there was more. Liz was playing with my hand at this point, drawing her index finger slowly across my palm. She leaned close so I could feel and smell her warm boozy breath near my ear. She said softly, "Connie Kazmarek lived on a hill. She won't fuck you but her sister will." She kissed my earlobe. I turned and looked at her, "Are you teasing me," I asked? I thought all my blood was in my distended penis but again I blushed. "Oh no darling. I don't kid about that. I need a good shag. That sod of a husband has knocked me up three times but now if he's not in the mine he's in the bars and he hasn't been in me for far too long. You'll be doing me a great favor if you'll give me a good toss after you and Connie have your fun." Turning to her sister she said, "Connie its nearly midnight. Kenneth is going to make a mess in his trousers if you don't take care of him soon. Go give her a good snog Kenneth. But I'm going to watch and enjoy; might learn something I can do myself." I became aware that a radio was playing in the kitchen when I heard strains of Guy Lombardo's Band playing "Auld Lang Syne." I stepped to Connie, my erection visibly bulging my trousers. "May I have this dance," I asked? It was a stupid gesture. My damned tongue felt swollen as though it was erect or wished to be. But she stood and when we assumed our positions she pulled me tight close so that from breasts to thighs we were pressed together. I don't dance worth a hoot. We didn't dance so much as shuffle about silently while I soaked in the glorious heat, the curves and the smell of her woman's body . Periodically she pushed her thighs forward and I responded; my very erect cock pressed between us. I let one hand slide down to a cheek of her ass, absently noting the waist of her "tidy whitey" panties as I clutched the wonderfully inviting loaf of flesh. Connie shifted to one side so that her mons now pressed against my outer thigh. She began to rhythmically mount my thigh, ending each hump with a downward push that brought sighs and murmurs from her. I was too ignorant of a woman's anatomy to realize she was stimulating her clitoris. Meanwhile I brought my hand up and undid a couple of buttons. There was no resistance so I slipped my hand inside and softly cupped her breast, surprised to find that while I was off in the bathroom she had shed her bra. The skin was so soft, so warm and so smooth to the touch. I delighted in the feel of a stiff nipple upon the palm of my hand. "Your hand feels good, but please kiss my nipples," Connie asked? "You'll make me very excited. When I get so hot I like to take my nipple sucker's hard cock in my mouth." Her lips touched my ear, my neck and my cheek. This was an earthy, needy sexual creature that had taken over the G.I., bride and mother and shoved that persona aside. Her explicit remark nearly caused me to unload in my trousers. I undid more buttons down the front of her dress to her waist. Pushing the fabric aside I leaned in and touched my lips to a turgid nipple; then I touched my tongue to them prompting Connie to grasp the back of my neck and push my face against the fleshy pillow. "That's it Kenneth," she sighed. "Oh God yes that's so good. Kiss them both you naughty boy." She continued thrusting and grinding using my thigh to rub her clit. When the announcer proclaimed 1960, I reluctantly left off my contented sucking. I kissed her neck; her cheeks, her forehead, her chin and her mouth; first brushing my lips on hers; then a serious kiss evolving into open mouths and probing tongues. I reveled in the taste of her ; the smell of her, perfume, powder, soap and sweat and the odor of her stimulated sex that wafted up from her crotch. When I happened to glance at Liz she had a dreamy look, winked and stuck out a lascivious tongue at me. She had her dress hiked up and sat with her hips well forward in her chair and leaning back.. One hand hidden up under the dress. As I watched, still fondling Connie's tits and ass, Liz pulled her dress up. She had no panties on. Her highly aroused fanny was in plain view, glistening with coital fluids, labia swollen, her vulva yawned open with raw invitation. Liz was rubbing her fat stiff clit as she watched the lewd show Connie and I staged. I was sodden with lust. I watched Liz while slipping my hand down over Connie's abdomen to her panties and under; again with no sign of objection. So I moved down to the first touch of damp pubic hair; then further down over the plump mound of her mons; onward until my fingers encountered the beginning of a declivity. "Oh Kenneth, damn," she gasped. "Rub my fanny. Here, feel that. Ugh. Oh! That's it, my clit. Now be gentle. Rub it like this." She guided my hand. Her hips began to undulate with my fingers. Her juices oozed copiously coating my fingers and hand. Then Liz emitted a stifled cry and a long shuddering moan. We both watched as a strong orgasm made ecstasy in her pussy; her legs wide, her sex slack and dripping, her hips rolling, head thrown back. Then Connie too climaxed, suddenly clamping her thighs tight; not as fiercely as Liz but bringing forth an extended, "oooooh." I was getting very close to going off in my pants and desperately needed surcease. "Connie, I'm going to squirt in my pants," I said breathlessly. "Here, come stand in front of me." She pulled a chair to her and sat, knees wide apart. I was slow but understood when she began to unzip me. I quickly dropped my trousers and she stripped my underwear down. My cock stood hard out in front of me oozing the "going to orgasm soon" telltale. Connie adroitly gripped me in a way that in a few beats caused me to retreat from the cusp of shooting my load. I thought her soft hand and fingers the most wonderful feeling ever. Then she kissed my cock and that became the most wonderful. Then she licked the glans all around with tongue so thick, wet and warm and that became the most wonderful. Then she took me into her mouth and, yes, that became the most wonderful. Then she began moving her head about so my cock touched different parts of her mouth and slid in and out. Unbelievable! That became the most wonderful indescribably luxurious, lewd feeling beyond anything I had imagined in frenzied masturbation. I found my hands holding and breathlessly meeting her bobbing head. I was building rapidly to an orgasm and she did nothing now to slow or stop me. "Oh, Connie its coming," I gasped. It's, I'm, I ... going to ..... spurt.... In your mouth." Which I did with a groan. She told me later that she didn't really care for cum In her mouth but she wanted to satisfy my raw lust so she kept her lips tight round me. After a fourth dribbling half-spurt she let my cock slip from her mouth. She went to the kitchen sink and spit out my cum. Then she rinsed her mouth with beer. She grabbed a fresh dishtowel from a cabinet drawer and pushed it up her crotch. "You made me so hot I've soaked my panties," she chuckled. "I've juices running down my legs and make a puddle on the floor. I think we both noticed the smear she'd left on the chair she used while sucking me off so magnificently. Incredibly when I collapsed in a chair, naked from the waist down save my socks, Liz scooted her chair over to me. She had a warm washcloth and she wiped her own pussy and thighs with then teased me bawdily trying to put it on my face. The smell of her cunt in the face cloth proved there is an olfactory neural axis between my nose and my flaccid cock. It began to swell. "He's a young bull, that certain, is our Kenneth," she exclaimed to Connie. "Sis, he's getting it up for us again. I think he likes the smell of fresh fanny." She leaned over to me and said quietly, "I'll have you in my pussy when Connie's finished." "I'm just going to get him up for you again, Connie." Liz bent to my penis and began licking all about. Soon I again had a smartly upright and solid penis sniffing the pheromones in the sexual aromas that arose from the three of us. We gave over the first hours of the new year to my exquisite and remarkable sexual initiation. Connie next took my penis between her legs and I humped her vulva, hot and wet just on the other side of her panty gusset. My cock nestled between her inner lips, that she had manipulated open. But the underwear would not come off. I gripped her hips and thrust away; our near fuck tantalizing me, masturbating me with her external sex until I unloaded blissfully. She was ready with the hand that she had been massaging her clit with and teasing my glans each time I threw my hips against the broad, delicious bolster of her fine ass. Liz made good on her bawdy ditty. In the wee hours she awakened me where I slept on the couch and led me to the laundry room off the kitchen. She set me on fire with rubbing and sucking on her nipples until finally announcing that she needed my cock in her cunt right now. I had her doggy style, thrilled to intoxication with fucking and fondling this lust soaked woman. Her cunt drooled copiously, juices running down the insides of her thighs. She gave as she got; her delicious "fanny" walls bringing us to smashing simultaneous orgasms. I never saw Liz again after that night. Connie and I talk from time to time, birthdays and Veterans Day and so on. Kaz died in 1968. She lost a son some years ago, in his thirties; a bicycle accident in the dark and rain. She came to stay with my wife and me for a month to get away and grieve. It was not easy. But we never had sex play or intercourse again. We never even talked about that night. She is now nearly 90 and I too have become elderly. But the memories of that night still warm me and I am reminded of my first foray into the at once sweet and agonizing battle of the sexes. End New Years Eve 1959 5 New Years Eve I was counting the days until New Years Eve like a small child waits for Santa Claus, my favorite day of the year had finally arrived. Matt and I were supposed to have an unforgettable time at the party then spend the night at the hotel making love. I willed myself to be determined to have a fun evening even though Matt had dumped me the day after Christmas. The dress I had bought to wear with Matt would no longer be sufficient to create the impression I now longed to make. My best friend and I searched the mall looking for the right dress with the perfect combination of slutty sexy. Only to realize the dress to wear was the one I had chickened out of wearing to the Red Dragon Ball in New Orleans, I decided to wear it with my hair up, and white panties. Strapless, ruched, short this dress is perfect for this evening, slipping into it the polyester fabric soothing my skin the elastic around my chest keeping it from being forbidden to wear in public. Short was not the word for this dress maybe seriously fuck me short would a better descriptive phrase explaining the dress. The dress barely covered anything below my butt cheeks or above my nipples. I have worn blouses unbuttoned to the waist with skirts this short but usually only to a club never out in the real world public, there would be all ages and all types of people at this party. I slipped if off then began to work with my unruly hair. While working on my hair, I realized I had to have something to wear over my dress I would literally freeze my buns off while outside tonight. Grabbing the phone, I called my best friend to ensure she was not wearing her white sweater coat tonight. Luck was on my side they would bring it over on the way to the hotel. I sprayed just a touch of red body glitter on my body and hair also sprayed a little Coco Mademoiselle on strategic areas of my body. I had no desire to wear any make up just a touch of Berry Cherry lip gloss I wanted the natural sexy Vikki to be noticed. I slipped on a sexy pair of tiny white lace panties, then wiggled the sexy strawberry colored dress onto my body adjusting the top to my breast and the hem to cover my butt. Facing away from the mirror, I checked how far I could bend over before my cheeks peeked out from under the dress. Slutty sexiness oozed from this dress, my body making me smile a smile of not only sexiness, but of confidence, my confidence had taken a blow when Matt dumped me. I slipped on a pair of sexy silver five inch heels that matched my clutch. My bff and her boyfriend had arrived just as I decided I was ready to make the impression I desired, and to bring in the New Year with sexy slutty style. "Holy Shit Vikki," her boyfriend said. "Asshole your girlfriend is right beside you," I replied rolling my eyes as I looked at my bff. "I know she was telling me about that dress she was right," he said in defense of his statement. My best friend said nothing at all just shook her head then handed me the coat. We decided to have a before the party toast to our friendship, the three of us sharing kisses and one drink each from one glass of Patron'. I had no inkling of whom would be kissing me at midnight I was going to make sure he enjoyed his first kiss of the new year. Our assigned table was toward the back giving me an excellent opportunity to be seen slipping out of my coat. Walking to the bar swinging a bit to the music as I walked I noticed several devilishly hot guys noticed my swing. "Patron' neat with a salted rim," I said to the bartender. I smiled at the thought of the bartenders eyes on my ass as I walked away it was the reaction I desired. At the table, the three of us talked about how the year had passed quickly and what we expected the new year to bring. Just before my bff and her boyfriend returned after dancing I saw what had to be the hottest guy in the room he was sizzling. I thought he was going to ask me to dance, but when bff and boyfriend sat down he averted. With him in mind I began to mingle wondering aimlessly through the party hoping to see him again. I did not see him, but had a lot of guys introduce themselves and ask me to dance. I was on the dance floor several times having a fun time dancing while showing my lil butt. I was leaning against the wall when Mr. Sizzling walked up and said, "Hi I'm Jay." "Hello, I'm Vikki," I said while trying not to pounce upon him. Jay asked, "Would you like to dance?" "Yes," I said as he took my hand leading me to the dance floor. We danced to several songs watching him as he danced told me all I needed to know about how he could move. I was thinking naughty thoughts about him as we walked off the dance floor to our spot along the wall. "Thank you," I said still holding his hand hoping he would not leave me alone. "You're welcome," he said, then asked me "Why is such a beautiful girl alone tonight?" I said, "It is a long story I will tell you in the morning." He was chuckling when he asked, "Before or after breakfast?" "After of course," I said. He then asked, "If I would like to join him at his table?" Explaining he knew no one assigned to his table. I said, "Yes." Then asked, "How he did not know anyone at his table?" He was laughing when he said, "It is a long story I will tell you after breakfast." We both had a chuckle then headed to get my clutch and coat, he had his hand on the small of my back as I led him to the table. Bff and her boyfriend were their making out as usual I broke them up as usual then introduced them to Jay. I asked them how much longer they would be there they both told me not long after midnight. I looked at Jay we were thinking the same thing he pulled a chair out for me to have a seat, he sat close beside me. The hotel staff was passing out lil paper hats, and champagne the midnight hour was upon us. While he was watching the dancers, I was admiring him, thinking he is perfectly devilishly hot, handsome and utterly fuckworthy. He took my hand leading me to the dance floor we danced a couple of songs then the count down began, 60 59 58 57. Looking into each other eyes counting down the year as our lips met. Auld Lang Syne had started and ended before our lips parted. I was thinking that I shouldn't fuck him, but I probably will fuck him tonight. A few kisses later I knew if he wanted me, he could take me. When we walked off the dance floor, I asked, "If he had to drive tonight or was staying at the hotel?" "At the hotel," he said. I put my arms around his neck kissed him then looking into his eyes I asked, "Is their any way you could make room for me in your bed?" With a priceless look of amazement at the forwardness of this lil Longhorn girl he stammer, "Yes he would make room". I slipped on my coat and picked up my clutch as we walked away from the table. When we got into the elevator, he pushed number twelve then turned to me took me into his arms and kissed me. Our lips were clinging together as his hands were searching the back of my thighs moving to my ass. Even when the elevator door opened and closed at a couple floors our embrace never broke we were in the clutches of lust body to body. Leaning against the room door, I grabbed him as he tried to put the card into the door I pulled him to me to kiss him. His hand slipped to the back of my thigh raising my leg he slid his fingers inside my panties dabbling his finger tips on my wet pussy. My moans seeped through our kiss when he slipped a finger into my wetness. Wanting to cum, that second I demanded, "Taste me right now!" In a frenzy, of lust, he slipped to his knees lifted my leg over his shoulder moved the crotch of my panties aside and buried his tongue into my wet pussy. Licking, nibbling, biting my pussy was driving my sexual barometer to its limits. His hands, under my dress tweaking my nipples with his thumbs and forefingers, gave my body cause to quiver. My moans of impending orgasmic relief were reverberating throughout the hall. My focal point was his tongue on my pussy bringing me to orgasm, but the surroundings and the fact we could be watched were enhancing the experience. My moans became more defined as my tummy tightened while my orgasm trapped inside my body was trying to escape. When Jays fingers went into my pussy, and his lips went to my clit my orgasm escaped in a violent bucking of my hips against Jays face my voice screaming OH YES. My orgasm along with my sexual squeals echoed throughout the hall as Jays lips found my lips sharing my taste with me in a long, magical kiss. The ding of the elevator alerting us to the impending opening of the elevator doors prompted us to move the sexual adventures into the room. We were standing at arms length staring at each other as he began to undress while I watched. Slipping his shoes and socks off then unbuttoning his shirt revealing a smooth chest and hot six pac abs. His shirt fell off his strong, tanned shoulders as feeling of desire to touch this man awakened in my body. His hands moved to the belt to unbuckle it, he unbutton his pants unzipping them letting them fall to his ankles then stepped out them. I scanned his perfect body his cock was straining to be released from his black boxer briefs, my pussy craving his cock. I took my coat off dropping it to the floor while staring at Jays body taking one heel off lightly throwing it his way then the other. With my eyes focused on his body, I wiggled out of my little strawberry colored dress, fondling my breast then tracing a trail with my hand down my tummy inside my panties dipping a finger into my pussy. I slipped my pussy juice soaked finger to my mouth seductively sucking my finger while wiggling from my panties. I moved within inches his body our eyes locked in a stare of desire. I slipped my hand into the front of his boxers our lips met just as my hand wrapped around his hot cock. The kiss breaking beckoned me to start my journey using my tongue and lips to guide me down his torso to taste his cock. I kissed his cock through his undies running my tongue up and down its shaft and kissing on his balls. With both hands, I pulled the front of his boxers down exposing his cock to my chosen desires. The boxers pulled all the way down then discarded letting me concentrate on this mans hot throbbing cock. My hands went to his cock caressing his balls starting to stroke his cock I put the head into my mouth. He moaned just as my tongue touched the pee hole I slipped it out of my mouth to tickle the crowned pee hole with my tongue. With one real slow movement, I took all of his cock into my mouth my lips against his balls his hands on the back of my head. Holding his cock inside as long as I could take it with the suction of my mouth then releasing that suction sliding his cock from my mouth. Playing with his cock my hands guided it back into my mouth taking it all the way back in my throat. His hands still on my head holding his cock in my mouth with the force of his hips then releasing sliding his cock out then in again and again. Taking his balls into my mouth one at a time sucking and letting the pop of the suction tickle him as I released them, I licked up and down the shaft of this mans beautiful cock longing for him to fill my mouth with his taste of his sex. I stroked his cock as I sucked the head into my mouth swirling my tongue around and around its crowned head. Sliding his cock deep into my mouth slowly slipping it out my lips now encircling the crowned head my tongue tickling the pee hole forced him to released loud moans of pleasure. I cut my eyes up to see his pleasure as I circled the head of his mushroom with my tongue proved too much for him. I sucked his cock dry as he released in a frenzy of spastic movements. He tasted of musky majestic sexiness his cum thick on my tongue dribbling down my chin. He pulled me up to kiss sharing his taste with him made my pussy grow even wetter. We lay on the bed me on my back him on his side beside me with his hand wondering up and down my body. "Vikki you have a beautiful body," he whispered in my ear. I pointed toward my clutch and said, "There's some protection in my Clutch." He found my Clutch and laid it on my tummy. I laid three condoms and a lil bottle of baby oil on the side of the bed. With a big smile covering his face, he said, "That may not be enough." Rolling my eyes at him I blurted out, "I hope not, but that is all I have." While nestling his lips to my ear he whispered, "The second 3 times I will pull out." We both laughed as we slid into a passionate kiss his hands roaming over my body found my wetness his fingers found my middle and entered. I felt his growing cock on my side while his fingers were now deep inside stirring my orgasm from deep within my desires moans began to ooze from my lips my tummy had started to roll I was ready for Jay to fuck me. I wanted Jay to fuck me. "Jay... fuck me now." I searched the side of the bed with my hand for one of the condoms I finally found it opened it and rolled it on his hot, hard cock. He was now on me his cock sliding over my clit and pussy I guided him slowly into me. Oh yes his cock fit like a hand into a glove his cock was made to fuck me, I knew it from the first time I saw him. He began slowly picking up speed and intensity as we fucked. My movements had begun to mirror his movements his cock was making my orgasm tingle and twitch. We would speed up then slow down when slow fucking our lips would meet in intimate kisses intensifying the desire. My mind had lost all control of my body I was in a primal state fucking Jay as hard as I knew how to fuck. My senses were at nerves end while he was pounding that throbbing cock into my sex. Moans of my impending orgasm seeped out making him fuck me harder. The universe was now revolving around us as we lay together sharing our bodies, minds, and souls in a primal form of pure sex. My body temperature was at it max more moans escaped my body causing him to fuck me harder than before. My orgasm began in my mind resoundingly bouncing like a super ball off my sex through my tummy then escaped in the form of a God I Am Coming scream. My nails dug into his ass my pussy contracted grabbing his cock. We came to a stop as my body came down the mountain of orgasmic bliss. We began again sweating fucking sucking nasty sex. His grunts and groans became more profound I started fucking him as hard as I possibly could. We fucked harder and harder then in a shared moment in time we both exploded my orgasm running to his at the precise same millisecond. I opened the curtains to take in the skyline of Austin this was the first time I had been in Austin for New Years. The skyline was beautiful lit with lights and excitement of the new year that had arrived earlier. Knowing people that were driving on the highway could possibly see me put a lil mischievous smile on my face, Jay joined me at the window standing behind with his arms wrapped around my body his hands rubbing my tummy. While lost in the beauty of the city lights he declared, "Austin is a beautiful city." I agreed and asked. "How long have you lived here?" "I don't, I live in Corvallis, Oregon," was his response. Surprised I asked, "You go to Oregon State?" "Yes, I grew up in Houston," he said. As I was beginning to rub my lil butt against his cock, I asked, "So what brings you to Austin?" "I came to take a friend to that party we were at," he said just as he began to kiss my neck and shoulder. Starting to realize I wanted his again, I asked, "Where was your friend?" "Remember we agreed to talk about this at breakfast," he said. He could see the smile he put on my face in the reflection of the window, and I could feel what my body was doing to his cock when he pressed it against the small of my back. He turned me around his hands now on the small of my back drew me toward him. Our bodies meshed as one our lips and tongues bonded together in a kiss that weakened my knees. We stood in front of the window sharing kisses, touches, and moans of building orgasms. We fell onto the bed his hands guided by his desires guided me onto my tummy. He began to trickle his finger tips all around my back onto my butt and thighs while his lips were exploring the nape of my neck and shoulder. His finger tips began a journey trickling up and down my spine pushing my body into a deep state of wanting to fuck him again. His hand was now massaging my butt squeezing sliding his finger down my crack just teasing my lil asshole. I knew from his actions what he desired. He began to whisper in my ear while nibbling on it, "Your body is so fucking beautiful, Your ass is magnificent, I want you all night long." A little shiver of a moan escaped me when I heard him say I want you all night long. I felt the drops of the baby oil on my butt cheeks one then the other then a lil in my crack. The oil felt cold at first then warm as he rubbed my cheeks then rubbed the oil on my asshole. More oil was dripped onto my cheeks and into my crack his hand rubbing harder with more intent to excite my senses. The pain and the sound of the oily wet smack of his hand on my cheek traveled at the same rate of speed. The pain up my body to my senses the sound took flight to my ears another smacking sound like an echo as his hand smacked on the other oily cheek. His hand smacked my cheeks over and over till my ass was burning red hot with desire. Baby oil being dripped on my cheeks was soothing but not lasting my cheeks were on fire all of me was a raging ball of fiery desire. Jay spread my legs just enough to slip the palm of his hand to my pussy tracking it up my crack to my ass. As his kisses on my back soothed me, he slipped his finger into my ass. "OH FUCK YES," I moaned. He whispered "You like that Vikki?" "Fuck Yes," I moaned. His finger now all the way inside my ass he began to finger fuck me, slow and easy at first a little faster when my moans of desire signaled to go faster. My moans became louder as the orgasm that had started with the pain of the spanking now motivated by the prisms of pain his finger was stirring in me. My orgasm was attacking me while his finger attacked my ass. I screamed, "OH YES OH YES OH YES FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME!" He grabbed the condom pulled me up from the bed then backed my hot cheeks against the cool glass of the window. Handed me the condom while holding me flat to the window as I struggled to open the condom. The coolness of the window had not a candles chance to cool my cheeks or my desire in which engulfed me. I slipped the condom on his cock he pivoted me around facing the glass my breast now feeling the coolness of the glass. Pulling my hips away from the glass then spreading my legs, he slid the head of his cock into my ass. Jays cock went deeper each time he stroked my ass until he was all the way inside my ass. My hands, arms, and breast against the glass as he fucked my ass. All pain had left my body another signal that Jay fit me physically in every way. My ass hurt, but there was no pain as I had always known pain Jay and I locked in a zone only we could be in at that exact moment in time. The clocks had stopped nothing mattered except the orgasm building within being brought on by being fucked nasty. Signals of our impending fates were seeping from our bodies in the form of moans and groans of physical pleasure we were giving to each other. He began to fuck me harder his cock poking my orgasm then teasing by backing off over and over. I slipped my hand to my wet pussy two fingers finding my middle and my palm enticing my clit tied to Jays cock in my ass was too much. My orgasm leaped from my mind in a leap of joy into the pit of nasty butt fucking sex. My body quivering held up by his strong arms and the window that was holding me from falling. His moans grew louder and louder his movements became spastic as he came. His cock slipping from my ass while standing flat against the window both watching the traffic of the highway below. New Years Eve "God I love your ass," he said. "You mean you love to fuck my ass," I said. I went to the bathroom to freshen a bit I noticed my lil butt was a bright shade of pink with several finger impressions. I picked up the service directory guide on my way to the bed. Laying on my tummy next to him began reading and told him to get the rest of the oil and rub it slowly into my cheeks. Letting him know the oil would help keep me from hurting also help avoid some of the bruising if any. He was remarkably gentle while oiling my cheeks. While rubbing my cheeks lil did he know he was turning the orgasm machine inside me on again. I got up grabbed his undies threw them at him then said, "Put those on." Looking at me weirdly he asked, "Why?" "Cause I told you to," I said pointing at his undies. "We are going to get me a snack and Diet Coke," I said then informed him. "The directory says drink machines on floor six." I put his shirt on rolling the cuffs to my elbows then buttoned the center button grabbed his hand and the door card. Standing at the elevator, I realized I had no money I knew he did not he only had on undies. I ran back to get some money out of my clutch and slipped a condom into the shirt pocket. When in the elevator, our lips and bodies melted together I loved the way he kissed, the way he touched, and the way he fucked me. I could see the sign from the elevator the machines were at the other end of the hall. The room was small two Coke Machines and two candy machines no door or place to sit anything. While deciding, what we wanted we kissed our bodies touching top to bottom his hands on my butt his cock pressing against my body. Thoughts of fucking him right there seeped into my mind the openness of the room and the wicked though of public sex excited my senses. I was going to fuck him right then and there. I kissed down his chest to his tummy my hands pulling his undies down as I took his cock into my mouth.. I sucked on the head of his cock while stroking the shaft of his now ready to be fucked hard cock. I know Jay thought I was going to suck him to orgasm until I handed him the condom the look on his face was priceless. I slipped the shirt off my shoulders as he pressed me against the wall his hands searching my body dipping to the back of my thighs picking me up. Pinned with my back to the wall my legs naturally wrapped around him as he slid his cock into my sex. His hands now with a tight grip on my rosy red cheeks he began to fuck me. Moans from deep within the orgasm monster awakened within my deepest recesses of my being. "OH baby, your cock feels so good, fuck me hard baby," I moaned. He stroked me for what seemed like hours his cock felt fantastic inside my pussy. My body and my mind focused on the feeling of his cock slamming into me over and over. My eyes focused down the hall the chance of getting caught made the sex seem naughty. My body was telling my mind to let go lose yourself in Jay let him lead you to the divine kingdom of orgasmic bliss. I did lose myself in the moment I could feel the devil within me starting to come out. I stopped his stroking wiggled out of his clutches pushed him into the hall and to the floor. I mounted that beautiful hard soaked with my juices cock. My hands on his chest arms extended my hips gyrating at a furious pace fucking his brains out. His moans of pure delight were telling me, how much he loved this side of me. "OH Fuck yes I am coming," I screamed. I stopped with his cock deep inside me to enjoy the monster orgasm I was depositing on his cock. I began to rotate my hips in a circular motion around his cock moans seeped from both of us as the motion stirred us. He slipped his hand to my clit holding it still against my clit making my movements drive us both to the brink of orgasm. I began gyrating my hips fucking him harder his hand on my clit caused a series of multiple linked orgasms. He stopped me his body seemed to gravitate while he came it felt as we were totally off the floor. We kissed I began to giggle during the kiss as I raised myself off him. Giggling while watching him put his undies on as I stood naked in front of the Coke Machine fumbling with the shirt pocket to get the money. We did manage to get two Diet Cokes then slowly made our way back to the elevator, me waving his shirt above my head like a victory flag, and him carrying the drinks. I giggled like a lil kid all the way back to our room we both fell into the bed sleep came to visit me. I awoke to the sounds of the shower checking the clock I noticed it was a little after eight. I stepped into the shower with Jay looked into his eyes told him Happy New Year as we kissed our bodies molded together. The water was hot trickling down while soothing my body. Standing in the shower making out awakened desires within me to fuck him again. I was standing against the wall of the shower letting the water trickle down the front of my body while his eyes glued to my body. "Good morning Vikki." "Good morning Jay." Jay stepped out of the shower taking my hand he helped me out soaking wet dripping water everywhere we slipped to the bed. Laying on the bed Jays mouth began to suck up ever little droplet of water on my tummy, chest, thighs, and pussy. His tongue tickling my tingling clit caused movements of desire within my body. Jays tongue licking my wetness while massaging my belly button with his hand and finger had me almost to the edge of orgasm. His hand went up my thigh opening me then moving down my thigh he let his finger slide into my pussy. I let out a sigh of passion right before I burst into orgasmic cries of OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD. The feeling he gave me was incredible between his tongue his fingers on my belly button and inside my pussy. My orgasm was running a triangular gambit of endorphin released pure ecstasy spreading throughout my being. I had not had time to land from the natural high before his cock was inside me extending the ecstasy as he began to fuck me. We blended like cream in morning coffee as we began to find our rhythm the rhythm that made both of us feel the most pleasure and stimulation of our senses. We were one element in space sharing our bodies, minds, and souls. My mind had detached from my body the pleasure he was giving me had utterly consumed me. Unaware I was loudly moaning and groaning as my orgasm was releasing from my body, I realized Jay above me smiling while he watched my body convulsing in orgasmic pleasure. Soon after, he pulled his cock out of my pussy he began spastic movements releasing flying sperms onto my chest and tummy. Watching him made me laugh as I pulled him to me, our bodies meshed with the sticky, hot cum bonding us together. Finally, composing ourselves, we showered, dressed then went down to the breakfast brunch. New Year's Eve "Hey Mom, I'm home." "Hi baby! I'm in the kitchen, I will be right out." Ron was returning home from college for his last Christmas vacation before he graduated. Home was a relative term since his mother had moved into a new house while he was away this past semester. His father had passed away suddenly at the young age of 50 this past summer and Jean had decided the house held too many memories. Ron was an only child and since the it was just Jean at home, she decided a change was needed. Her husband had done pretty well for himself and left them enough money so that school tuition was not a problem and she would not have to struggle, although that was not a problem anyway as she worked as a paralegal at one of the high powered law firms in Boston and did pretty well for herself. "There's my baby boy! Come here and give your Mom a big hug." Her face was lit up and Ron smiled as well as he had missed her too. She practically jumped up into his arms and he picked her up and twirled her around before setting her down. "Hi Mom, I missed you." "I missed you too sweetie. But, you're so big now just picking me up like that, I guess you are not my baby boy anymore." she pouted looking up at him. "Mom, I will always be your baby boy," he said to her and kissed her on top of the head. "Well I have to say though that you really have become a very handsome young man, Ron." When Ron had gone away to college, he was kind of a string bean, six feet two inches tall and weighing about 170 pounds. However, in the next few years he had worked out a lot and filled out to a muscular 215 pounds. With blonde hair and blue eyes, he had done pretty well after his sophomore year with the girls and his girlfriend thought he resembled Matt Damon. "I had good genes, Mom." Indeed he did. Jean was simply put a knockout. She and Ron's father were dating in college when she got pregnant and they got married and had a baby boy. At 42, she was still a head turner that would make women half her age jealous; with fiery short red hair and green eyes, high cheekbones and a little turned up nose. She had kind of an athletic build from running all the time with great legs and a nice tight butt, and fairly firm breasts that while not huge, were big enough. Ron's friends called her a cougar all the time and talked about how hot she was. Working in a law firm, she always wore business suits with heels and hose, and she had always preferred to wear short skirts. There were times as Ron was growing up that he would fantasize about her like a lot of young men do about their mothers, and ,many times he would end up stealing her stockings and pantyhose out of the hamper and jerking off in them. That thought had crossed his mind as he looked at her wearing a grey skirt about two inches above her knee, black sheer hose, black three inch heels, and a black silk top. "So how long are you home for?" "A whole month. Classes don't start again until the 15th so a good 30 days." "I'm so glad to have you home son. It's too bad that Danielle could not come." Danielle was Ron's girlfriend from college. Her family lived on the West Coast and Ron had decided that he needed to spend some time with his Mom, since this would be their first Christmas without his Dad. "It's ok, Mom. Thirty days apart won't kill us. Besides, we can always Skype. So show me the place." "After dinner, son. I just got done making dinner for you." They went into the dining room and sat down and Jean served dinner. As they began to eat dinner, his Mom uncorked a bottle of wine and offered him some. "You know, this is pretty cool now that I am 21 and can drink legally." "Don't remind me. I can't figure out how you keep getting older and I don't age." They both laughed and continued to eat their dinner. After dinner, he helped his mom do the dishes and then she took him on a tour of the new house. It was a three bedroom colonial with a two car garage located on a couple of acres of land out in the country. The downstairs had a family room with a fireplace and, as Ron noted, she had put in a large flat screen HD TV. "Oh man, Mom, this is perfect for watching football!" She laughed. "I figured that would be your reaction. I wanted to make sure that there was some reason for you to stay home some so I can visit with you." They continued the tour. The upstairs had a huge master bedroom over the garage and a bathroom with a Jacuzzi tub as well as a shower. One of the bedrooms had been converted into a workout room with an arc trainer and treadmill, and then the other room, was his room, although a lot of boxes still sat in it. "I was not sure where you wanted everything so I left a lot of your stuff in boxes. You can unpack whatever you want." "Oh wow this is nice, Mom." "Glad you like it. There are plenty of towels and stuff in the guest bathroom so you can just use that for yours." They hugged each other for a moment and then she left him to unpack. Ron unpacked his bags and threw his clothes into his dresser. He then set up his laptop on the desk and put it online, using the code for the wireless that his Mom had provided. He started going through his boxes and looked at his old trophies, yearbooks, and other items from his childhood. He also went to another box and pulled out his old books and magazines. Oh crap, he thought. I had a couple of old Penthouse magazines in here and they got packed. Oh well, I guess she probably expected that. He sent a text Danielle to say he had gotten in and missed her and she replied back that she missed him too and that they were just sitting down to dinner. They texted back and forth that they would chat online later. He decided to go downstairs to watch some TV and found his Mom watching something with a blanket thrown over her. "Come over here and sit with me." Ron had changed into his normal sleeping attire of gym shorts and a t shirt and was a little cold. "Do you have another one of those blankets?" "Yeah, upstairs but I can share this with you." He got under the blanket and his Mom moved over to snuggle with her son. He could feel a lot of skin and he realized that she was just wearing a short nightie and panties. She leaned in and rested her head on his shoulder which gave him a nice view of her breasts. He could not quite see the nipples but he could see that they were sticking out through the fabric, probably because she was cold, he thought. He began to feel a little stirring and realized he was starting to get an erection. He immediately started trying to think of anything but his Mom's boobs in order to make it go down. This is really bad, he thought. I must really be horny and missing Danielle. "MMM, you are nice and warm, son." Wow this is really nice having him home, she thought. She leaned into him and put her arm across his stomach. She noticed that he had washboard abs and liked the fact that her son had really grown into quite a young hottie. She quickly tried to put the thought out of her head. They watched TV for a while and then she yawned and said she needed to go to bed because she had to get up for work. She got up, kissed her son goodnight, and walked out of the room. Ron could not take his eyes off his mother's ass as it was barely covered by her short nightie. Looking at the clock, Ron realized it was still early on the West Coast so he texted Danielle to see if she wanted to do a Skype session. She said of course so he headed up to his room and fired up his laptop. A minute later, there she was. Danielle was a cute little brunette about 5 feet five inches and 125 pounds. She had a spectacular set of boobs that were easily 36C and on her frame they really stood out. Her dark brown eyes were mesmerizing. "Hey hon, hang on a minute, I want to hook up my big monitor." "So you haven't seen me in 24 hours and the first thing you can say is that?" she laughed. "Ok that's better. Sorry, I just wanted to be able to see you better." "I miss you, Ron" "I miss you too Danielle." They chatted idly for an hour or so, asking how each other's families were, their plans for the Holidays, and lamenting the fact that they could not be together. "Danielle, are you alone?" "Yes, everyone ran out to go look at some lights and I stayed behind to talk to you." "I got an idea." "And what would that be?" "Why don't you take off your top and let me see your boobs?" "You nasty boy you. You are such a perv...but I like it. However, if I do that, you have to show me that nice big dick of yours." "Deal." Ron watched intently as Danielle pulled off her tank top to reveal her boobs, her nipples standing out like pencil erasers. As soon as he saw them, he could feel the blood rushing to his cock. "Nice baby." "Ok, let's see it, Ron." Standing up, he pulled down his shorts and underwear and slid them off, standing in front of the camera. He wiggled back and forth and he could hear her laughing. "I sure hope your Mom is not up right now." "Nah she went to sleep an hour or so ago." "Ron, move your camera so I can see your dick I want to watch you play with it." "Cool as long as you play with your tits." "Tell me baby what are you thinking?" "I am thinking about how much I would love to be sucking on tits of yours right now." "Oh yea, I would love to have you sucking on them." As they continued to talk to each other, they each got more excited. Danielle was reaching down into her shorts and was fingering herself as she watched Ron stroking his erection. Jean thought she had heard something and she quietly got up to see what is going on. More than likely her son had fallen asleep watching TV she thought. When she walked out of her bedroom, though, she could tell that the sound was him talking to someone in his room. Quietly, she walked down the hall and noticed that his door was partially open. She was shocked by what she saw. There he was, sitting in the corner of the room at his desk, naked, masturbating, Wow he has a nice dick, she thought. She was hypnotized by the sight of it until she noticed what he was looking at on the screen. It was a woman with bare breasts who appeared to be fingering herself. Oh my god, she thought. That must be Danielle. No wonder he is excited, she really has nice firm breasts. Ah, to be young again, she thought. She knew she should just go back to bed but she could not look away. She looked in and watched as he continued to move his hand along the length of his shaft. She thought about how long it had been and she found herself sliding her fingers inside her panties. His pace was picking up and he groaned as he began to cum. She was amazed at his first shot as a hot white missile of sperm shot over the screen and onto the wall. As he continued to stroke, his cum flew everywhere, on the screen, the desk and the wall again before he grabbed his shirt and began wiping it off. I'd better sneak back to my room, she thought before he finds me. She carefully tiptoed down the hall and closed her door. Meanwhile, Ron was in the middle of cleaning up while his girlfriend was laughing on the other end. "Wow you shot all over the place didn't you?" "I did, and I am trying to get the stuff off the wall. I can't have my Mom come in here finding cum stains all over the wall." "Oh Ron, that was so hot. I love how you shoot when you get excited. Now just remember, no doing that with anyone else while you are home." "Don't worry, sweetie, I love you." "I love you too. I have to run now, I need to get cleaned up myself, and I hear my family outside. Bye" Ron looked at the blank screen and then down at his now semi-erect penis. He really had shot a huge load and he decided that he needed to just go to sleep. What he didn't know was that his Mom was feverishly fucking herself with her dildo thinking about what she just saw. The next morning, Jean woke up and looked over at her toy sitting on her nightstand. Quickly she put it away and then went downstairs to make some coffee. Once it had brewed she poured herself a cup and stared outside thinking about what she had seen last night. She must really be lonely for a man if she is turned on by her naked son like that. Yes, he has a great body and a nice big cock but he is my son! She was lost in thought and looked at the clock and realized she needed to get moving. After taking a quick shower, she looked at her wardrobe deciding what to wear. Still feeling a little turned on by last night, she decided to be a little daring today. She pulled out a sheer set of stockings along with a white garter belt, panties and pushup bra. Looking at herself in the mirror, she thought she still looked good for an old lady. Pulling out a black short dress, she put on a Blue jacket and black pumps. On her way out, she stopped down to see if her son was up. She doubted he would be as he normally slept in anyway. She knocked lightly and then went in. He was still asleep and apparently had fallen asleep naked. Oh geez, she thought, this is the last thing I need to be seeing this morning. She walked over to the bed and grabbed the covers to pull up over him, pausing to stare at his semi flaccid dick. Damn, that thing soft is about as big as my husband's was hard. Pushing the thought from her head, she covered him up and gave him a kiss on the forehead. As she turned to leave he stirred. "What's up Mom? "Nothing son go back to sleep, I just came in to check on you before I went to work." She turned and kept walking, and before she left, Ron thought what a great set of legs his Mom had. Damn, I sure hope Danielle looks like that when she hits her 40s. He lay in bed for a second thinking about that and as he heard her car start up and drive off, a thought popped into his head. Getting out of bed, he walked over to her bedroom and found her dirty clothes hamper. Near the top he found a pair of black pantyhose that she must have just worn yesterday. He grabbed them and took them back to his room. Lying back down on his bed, he took the pantyhose and wrapped them around his cock which was getting harder by the stroke. He had a vivid image of his Mom in his mind, dressed as she was this morning. As he continued to stroke himself, he thought of how it would be to have her sitting in his lap facing him as she stroked him, her nylon covered legs across his. He quickly felt himself getting ready to erupt and he shot a huge load into her pantyhose. He kept pumping himself until he had finished and then threw the pantyhose on the floor and went back to sleep. Later that morning, Ron got up and got dressed. Finding the pantyhose on the floor, he grabbed them and threw them in his Mom's clothes hamper and then went downstairs and got something to eat. After watching TV for most of the day, he went out for a run and then came home. Peeling off his clothes, he went into the bathroom and was looking forward to a nice long shower. Jean had tried to work a normal day but all she could keep thinking about was her son. Actually, more like her son's dick she laughed to herself. She got plenty of flirtatious invitations at work which was not unusual and at times it would piss her off to think that they were all married men who would jump in the sack in a minute without thought. Still, she figured that she should probably at some point get out in the dating scene again but she was not quite ready. She left the office and wondered to herself what tonight would bring. Walking into the house, she could hear the shower running upstairs. She went upstairs and poked her head in the bathroom. "Hi hon, I am home." "Geez Mom you scared the crap out of me. I was just taking a shower after working out." "Sorry, hon. Hey I am going to do some laundry, I assume you have some?" "Yeah my duffel bag is all dirty clothes. I dropped it off in the laundry room." "Well that is an improvement. The next step will be for you to do it someday." "I know I know. Just leave it and I will get to it." "It's ok son, I need to do some anyway like I said. Besides, it makes me feel good to be a Mom again for my baby boy." She backed out of the bathroom and picked up his workout clothes and walked down to her bedroom and threw them in the hamper. When she got down to the laundry room she sorted out everything and got our her lingerie bag to throw her nylons and delicates in. As she grabbed her black pantyhose she noticed that they were a little damp. What the hell she thought. She looked at them and could see some white sticky spots on them. Oh my God, she thought, I think my son jerked himself off in my pantyhose! She had long suspected that he did it as a teenager but this seemed to confirm it. The thought also crossed her mind that he may have been checking her out as well. About an hour later, she was sitting down having a glass of wine when Ron came downstairs dressed in jeans, turtleneck and white sneakers. "You aren't staying for dinner?" "No, Mom I am going to go out with the guys tonight. We were going to get a burger and hang out at a sports bar." "Do you need money?" "No, I have some. Don't wait up." "Ok but be careful hon. Don't let anyone drive drunk." "I won't Mom." "Give your Mom a kiss before you leave." He leaned down and kissed his Mom and gave her a hug. "See you Mom. By the way, you look really pretty today." "Thanks, hon. Have fun" He ran out the door and jumped in his car and drove off. Jean continued to do the laundry and folded it and brought his clothes to his room. After folding the clothes, she went to her room and fired up her laptop and logged on to a site she had found called Literotica and was drawn to some stories about moms and sons. The stories were rather erotic and she could imagine herself in them. Taking off her dress, she kicked off her shoes and lay down on the bed. Lying on the bed with her legs spread, she began rubbing herself, tweaking her nipples. Shedding her bra, she flung it to the side and began rubbing her tits and massaging them having freed them from their restraints. With her right hand, she pulled down the waistband of her panties, and began fingering her clit and rubbing her legs together while she continued to pinch first one nipple and then the other. Taking her fingers she spread her pussy open and slowly inserted first one and then two fingers in and out slowly, using her thumb to massage her clit as she did so. Reaching into her nightstand, she pulled out her dildo, and began rubbing it across the entrance of her pussy and her clit. As she did so, she envisioned her son on top of her, holding her with his muscular arms. As she inserted the dildo into her pussy, she imagined it was her son's cock fucking her for the first time. Immediately, she began to shake and moan and started screaming as she fucked herself harder and her orgasm overcame her. Her clit became so sensitive that she had to stop, with the dildo still inside her, and she imagined it was her sons cock resting inside of her after filling her with his load. This is going to be a long month she thought to herself as she gradually got up, put on her night gown, and went downstairs to watch TV. It was Midnight when Ron's friends dropped him off. They had a pretty good time and had run into some girls but they did not turn out to be too friendly so they ended up just watching a hockey game and drinking beer. Of course, the girls were invariably compared to his Mom and they kept asking if she was still pretty hot and he had to tell them to shut up. He quietly unlocked the door and walked in, locking the door behind him, and he could hear the TV. He chuckled to himself that the family gene must be to fall asleep watching TV. There was some show on about celebrity biographies or something. His mother was laying on the couch with a blanket pulled over her. As he walked up, he noticed that her nightie was open a bit at the top and he could not resist looking down her top to see her boobs. Oh man, I have to stop this crap he thought as he sat down on the couch with her feet next to him and he changed the channel to ESPN and watched Sports Center. New Year's Eve A few hours later, Jean woke up. Ron was sleeping on the couch with his head back sitting up. She smiled and debated about whether or not she should wake him up. She looked him over and decided that he really was a handsome young man and she was proud of how he had turned out. As she looked at him, she also noticed that he appeared to have a hard on, and she thought he must be dreaming about something. Quickly trying to put that thought out of her head, she stood up and leaned over and gently started calling his name. "Ron, Ron, wake up honey." Ron was just about to shove his cock into his girlfriend in his dream when he woke up to look directly down his mother's nightgown. He looked up quickly into his mother's deep green eyes. "What's up, Mom?" "Honey it is two o'clock on the morning. Why don't you go to bed?" "Ok, Mom." He got up, kissed his Mom on the cheek and went off to his room. Damn, she has a pretty tight body. I would love to be able to wake up to something like that every morning. The next day, Jean got up, quickly got dressed and went to work. Again, she day dreamed about her son and she was starting to worry about her obsession. And again, she really thought that what she needed was to get laid. As she was thinking that, one of her co workers came up to her. "Hey Jean how are you today?" "Hi Jackie, I am fine how are you?" Jackie was Jean's best friend both at work as well as out of it. Jackie had dark hair, an olive complexion and was about 5 feet 2 inches and around 170 pounds and wore glasses. She used to joke that about 100 pounds of it was in her chest as she had a pair of 46DDs that drew attention from everyone. A little thick around the middle, she still had decent legs and the "girls" more than drew attention away from her belly and ass. "I'm great thanks. Hey you haven't RSVP'd to the New Year's party at Mr. Wood's house." Mr. Woods was the Managing Partner of the firm. "Oh geez I forgot all about it. I had forgotten because I did not really want to go alone." "Oh come on, Jean. I will be there. Why not bring your son? How is he by the way?" "It is great having him home. " She thought for a moment and then said, "Do you think I could bring him?" "Sure, why not? Besides I would not mind seeing that handsome son of yours." She laughed. "Ok, put me down for two people." "Great, see you there then. I am sure he will have a good time. If nothing else, there is free beer and I am sure the women won't mind seeing a handsome young stud." "Stop it," Jean said laughing, "That is my baby boy you are talking about." "He ain't so little anymore, Jean." The rest of the day, Jean kept thinking about whether or not Ron would actually go. If I have to, I can always play the lonely Mom thing on him. When she got home, she once again heard the shower running. Geez what a life she thought. Being able to sleep, work out and party. Oh well, he works pretty hard at school and is a pretty good boy. She went upstairs and knocked on the bathroom door and then cracked it open. "Hi hon, I'm home." "Geez Mom you have to stop doing that. You are going to give me a heart attack." "Sorry sweetie. Are you going to be having dinner tonight or are you going out again? "No, I am going to stay home. What are we having?" "I don't know, I will find something to fix. I'm glad you are staying home, it will give us a chance to catch up a bit." She walked down the hall to her room and checked her clothes hamper. Her stockings were still there and dry so he had not done anything today she thought. Just then, she heard the bathroom door open so she decided to peek. Looking down the hall, she got a quick shot of his ass as he walked naked into his room and shut the door. Damn, wish I had looked earlier, she thought. A few minutes later, while she was in the kitchen, Ron walked in and went to the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of water. "Hey Ron I have a question to ask." Oh crap he thought. She figured out I jerked off in her pantyhose. "Yeah?" "Well the firm is having a New Year's Eve Party at Mr. Wood's house and I was wondering if you would like to go with me?" "What? Me at a party like that? I would be so out of place like a fish out of water." "Oh come on. It'll be fun. Besides, I have not been out in a long time and it would give me a chance to show you off. And, since you were planning on going to law school, it would not hurt to maybe schmooze a bit and get some recommendations." He sat there thinking about it for a minute. She is right about the recommendations. Besides, there would be pretty good food and free beer. And, he felt bad that she had not been out in a while. "Ok, Mom, I will do it, but you will owe me for this." He laughed. "I promise I will make it worth your while," she heard herself saying. Oh my God, she thought, I am flirting with my own son! "Do I need to wear a tux?" "Yes it is a formal. You need to go to the tux place and rent one." "Geez, a formal too? If you had told me that I might not have said yes," and made a face. Jean put down the spoon she was using and walked over and wrapped her arms around her son's waist and hugged him tight. "Thank you honey." She reached up and kissed him on the cheek as he hugged her back and they held each other for a moment before breaking the embrace. The next few weeks went by and the sexual tension between them continued to rise. She would check her hamper every day to see if he had jerked off in her underwear, and he would try to look down her blouse or stare at her legs. Their flirting had continued and each was sure the other was turned on, but neither one of them was quite sure of what to do next, so they continued to play their silent game of seduction; neither one of them wanting to be the one who misread the signals. If they only knew that they were both masturbating to the thought of the other, things might have really heated up. It was now the night before the big New Year's party and Ron had gone off to pick up his tux. When he got home, he found his Mom sitting in the living room on the couch with a glass of wine and she appeared to be crying a bit. She must have just gotten home from work he though as she sat there with her legs under her, wearing white sheer pantyhose, a short red skirt, and a white sheer blouse. Damn she looks hot, he thought. "What's up Mom?" Sniffling, she replied "Hi Sweetie. Did you pick up your tux?" "Yep, I just hung it up in the hall closet. What's the matter?" he said as he sat down with her on the couch. "Nothing." "Come on Mom, what is the matter?" "I was just feeling a little sad, thinking of your Dad and being alone." She took a sip of the wine and looked off in the distance. "I think a lot about him too Mom. But you aren't' alone, you do have me." Ron moved over and put his arm around her and she instinctively moved into him. His left arm draped over her shoulder and he noticed that his hand was resting next to her breast but he did not move it. "Here Mom, sit up." "What are you going to do?" "Relax; let me rub your shoulders and neck for you." She turned so that her back was facing him and as she did, her skirt rode up a bit, exposing most of her thighs. Oh man I am going to get a hard on for sure, he thought. Gently, he began rubbing her shoulders and her neck and he could feel her relaxing. The feel of her muscular son's hands on her felt good and she closed her eyes to enjoy it. She could feel herself getting moist down there as he continued to expertly rub her shoulders and massage her back. She looked down and could see her nipples sticking out like headlights. As he continued to rub her he kept glancing over her shoulder, enjoying the view of her toned pantyhose covered legs. OH man, her nipples are hard! I wonder if this is turning her on? Shit I am getting a boner of major proportions, he thought. He was enjoying this too much, he thought and realized that it probably was because he had not seen Danielle in a couple of weeks. He had his legs spread a bit and his mother's back was right in the middle of his crotch now. His cock was definitely hard and the base of her spine was resting right up against it. Oh my, he has a hard on! This feels so good, she thought as she put one leg on the floor and one leg out on the end of the couch, pushing herself in deeper into him. Oh I would love to be able to finger myself while he does this but that would be so wrong. Shit what is she doing, he thought? She can definitely feel it against her. I have really got to play this cool. I would love to be able to pull my dick out right now but she would freak for sure. "How does that feel, Mom?" "It feels nice, hon. Nice and hard the way I like it." Is she talking about the massage or my cock he thought to himself? By now there could be no doubt in his mind that she was rubbing up against it. As continued to massage her, she idly ran her fingers along his leg which had the effect of making him even more uncomfortable. All of a sudden, the phone rang. "I'll get it, Mom." Thank goodness he thought to himself as he jumped up. Shit, she thought to herself. "Ok hon, it might be your grandmother." He quickly jumped up and ran to answer the phone, thinking how grandma may have saved him from doing an unnatural act with his mother. She could hear Ron chatting with his grandmother and she sat back for a second. She reached down in between her legs and her pantyhose were soaked. As she checked herself, her son came up from behind and handed her the phone. I wonder if he saw that, she thought as she began talking to her own mother. Ron, after handing the phone off to his mother, headed off to his room when his cell phone rang and it was Danielle. "Hey Ron how are you sweetie?" "I am fine Danielle, just hanging out not doing much." "I missed you so I thought I would give you a ring. We are headed out to go skiing and wanted to hear your voice before four hours on the road with the family. Are you still going out with your Mom tomorrow?" "Yeah I am the designated date for tomorrow." "Well, I think that is so sweet that you are doing that. Besides, I don't have to worry about you fooling around with someone and getting drunk." If you only knew, he thought. They chatted for a few more minutes and he hung up the phone and headed back to the kitchen. His Mom was in the kitchen but he noticed that she had changed into a pair of sweatpants and a t shirt. Wow she even makes that look good, he thought. She finished making dinner and they ate together, both of them carrying on a normal conversation, neither one acknowledging what had happened earlier. After dinner, they sat down and watched a movie on TV. "Well I am going to go to bed son. It has been a long day. I will be home early as we are closing after half a day so I plan on getting my hair and nails done." "Ok, I am going to run a few errands but will be around, Mom." "I'm looking forward to our date tomorrow. Goodnight sweetie," she said and she gave him a kiss and a hug. "Nite Mom I think I will go to bed too." When he had shut his door, Ron immediately stripped off his clothes and lay on the bed. His cock actually hurt from being hard for so long and he needed an immediate release. He reached down and began stroking himself, smearing the precum on his cock to help lubricate it. After about ten strokes, he shot off; hitting the headboard behind so hard it made a loud splat sound and then ended up hitting himself in the face with a couple more before the rest of it dribbled out on his stomach and crotch. Picking up his t shirt, he wiped it off and then fell sound asleep. Meanwhile, Jean had gone back to her room and after turning out the lights, stripped off her sweatpants and immediately pulled out her vibrator. She was more turned on than she had ever been in her life and she half wanted to go down to her son's room and just jump on him. Realizing that may not be a good idea, she fantasized about riding on top of him, his massive cock going in and out of her pussy while he felt her tits in his hands. With that thought, she came rapidly and her whole body shook with her orgasm. Having relieved herself, she stuck the vibrator back in the drawer and fell asleep. The next day, after getting off from work, Jean ran to the nail salon and then to get her hair done. She ended up getting home around four. Good, she thought. We don't have to be there until 8 so I have plenty of time to relax before we leave. She came home and changed, putting on a pair of sweats and a sweatshirt and then sat in the recliner and took a nap. Ron came in about an hour later having gone to the gym for a workout. When he came in, he saw his Mom sleeping on the recliner. Instantly, his cock got hard again which was not unusual since he had spent most of the day that way thinking about her. Shit, I need a bottle of water, maybe I should pour it on myself, he thought. He grabbed a bottle of water and then went to his room to change and take a shower. Jean woke up refreshed after a couple of hour nap and realized that her son was home as she could hear him in the shower. She got up and went to her room and jumped in the shower herself to start the process of getting ready. After taking a long hot shower, she dried off and then began putting on her makeup. After applying her makeup, she went to pick out what she was going to wear. She had decided about a week ago that she wanted to make a statement, so she was going to wear a very form fitting black dress that fell about two inches above the knee and with a strapless shelf bra, was cut low enough to make her cleavage on display. She also picked out a pair of black three inch heels. Since the dress was short, she could not wear stockings and garters but settled on some black suspender hose. She actually preferred those because they were not as binding as pantyhose around the crotch, and would not leave any lines. She struggled into the dress and then realized that she could not zip it up without help. She walked to her son's room and knocked on the door. "Come on in, Mom, I am dressed." Opening the door, she had to catch her breath. There stood one of the most handsome and well built men she had ever seen, even if he were her son. His black tux hung on him perfectly and he looked extremely dashing with the black cummerbund and tie on. "Wow you look very handsome son." "Holy shit, Mom you look um um um wow!" She laughed, "Beautiful would have been ok but I think I will take wow. I need you to zip me up in the back son." She walked over to him and turned around. The zipper was kind of small and he struggle a bit finding it, and his hand slid down her ass for a second. When he finally got the zipper up the touch of his hand on her bare neck sent tingles through her. She turned and hugged him and looked up into his eyes. "You smell great too, Mom. Holy crap you look totally hot!" "Thanks, sweetie. Glad to know that an old lady can still look hot." "Mom you are not old. And I always thought you were hot. I have to tell you, my friends have always talked about how they wished their Moms looked like you." "Your friends talk about me?" "Yeah, I guess I shouldn't have told you that." "What do they say, tell me." "Come on Mom not now." "Oh come on, tell me," she said and she started tickling him. He started laughing and was trying to hold on to her while at the same time stop her from tickling him. He finally managed to turn her around and wrap his arms around her with her facing away from him. He had pinned her arms and she struggled to get free, laughing while he held her tight. After about a minute, she stopped struggling and he loosened his grip a little but still held her, his arms wrapped around her. The music from his iPod dock was playing a soft melody and Jean began to sway to it, and Ron swayed with her in time to the music. Both of their hearts were beating quickly, both wanting each other, but both afraid of crossing the line. Shit, Jean thought to herself, he is too afraid to make the first move, I guess I will have to do it. I don't care if he is my son. She turned around to look at Ron only to be surprised when he leaned down and kissed her full on the lips. "Oh geez Mom I don't know what came over me, I.." "Shh, don't say another word." They kissed each other a few times on the lips, gentle pecks and then finally, their mouths met and parted, their tongues dancing together in the love and lust normally forbidden to mother and son. He bent over to grab her ass, and she immediately placed a hand on his crotch, and could feel the outline of his raging erection. As they kissed, he struggled out of his tuxedo jacket and threw it on the floor, as Jean undid the zipper to his fly and reached in to feel his cock restrained by his briefs. As she did this, he pushed down the suspenders of his pants and Jean pushed him back wards until he fell on the bed and she jumped on top of him, straddling him just below his crotch. As she reached down to undo the fastener on his pants, he ran his hands up and down her nylon covered legs, and the sight of her still dressed with her heels still on was driving him crazy. Ron looked up to see his Mom with looking down at him, her hair hanging down in front of her face as she pulled down the waistband of his underwear and watched his cock spring out like a coiled snake. Her face was pure concentration as with one hand, she grabbed his cock while with the other, she gently massaged his balls. My God he is much bigger than his father, she thought to herself. He struggled to pull her down to kiss her while she continued to massage his cock, and he put his hands on her breasts and began to squeeze them. As he started to run his fingers up her thighs, the doorbell rang a couple of times. "Who the hell is that?" he said. "Shit, I have no idea. Quick, get yourself put back together but don't do anything. We'll take care of this later." With that, Jean jumped off the bed, straightened herself up and walked to the door. As she did she walked by a mirror and stopped to look at herself. Holy shit, my face is flushed she thought and then who the hell has the bad timing to show up now? She opened the door and it was her friend Jackie from work. "Hi Jean, sorry for just dropping by but I was wondering if I could ride with you guys to the party?" "Really? Why is that?" "Well, my husband has been out of town on a business trip and got weathered in and there are no flights out of Chicago so he is stuck there at least until tomorrow morning. I did not want to go by myself and then I thought I would just pop over." Your timing stinks, Jean thought as she invited her in. "Not a problem, Jackie. Not a problem at all. We were just getting ready to leave ourselves. You look really nice. I see the girls are going to be out tonight aren't they?" "Ha ha." Jackie laughed. She was wearing a low cut red evening gown with a slit midway up her thigh and the neckline revealed a spectacular view of her assets. She wore patterned stockings with high heels to top off the ensemble. "You look pretty nice yourself, Jean, if I was a lesbian I would do you." They both laughed. "Well hold on a minute and let me see if Ron if ready." Jean said. "I heard that Mom and yes, I am ready," Ron responded, walking out with his tux jacket back on and his pants zipped back up. The poor guy, Jean thought. He had to stuff that thing back in his pants and I know how hard that can be for a guy his age to get that close and not do anything. They made eye contact briefly and then looked away, afraid that Jackie might suspect something. "Wow, Ron.", Jackie said. "You look amazing. I wish you were my date tonight sweetie." New Year's Eve "Hi Jackie, nice to see you and thanks. You look pretty amazing yourself." He walked over and gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek and then stepped back. Jean noticed that he was looking at Jackie's chest while he talked to her. Typical man, she thought. Wait, am I jealous? Geez this whole thing is pretty sick, she thought. But I can't help myself, I have never wanted anyone more, she thought. "Jean, I need to use your bathroom before we go if that is ok." "No problem, Jackie it's over there." Jean and Ron stared at each other while waiting for the door to close. Once it did, it took a minute before either one could talk. "Mom, geez what happened?" "I don't know son, but we both were a bit carried away there. Maybe we are both a little lonely." "Yeah maybe but I have never wanted anyone more" Her heart skipped a beat at hearing that. "Me too son and I am not sure what is going on. We will have to just deal with it later. But it is nothing to be ashamed of, Ron. I am right there with you" she reached over and grabbed his hand and squeezed it. He took her hand and kissed it. "I love you, Mom." "I love you too, son." The ride to the party was uneventful. With Jackie riding in the back, Ron drove and his Mom grabbed his hand and held it for the ride. As they pulled up to the address, Ron was the first to speak. "Holy crap, your boss lives here?" The house was actually a mansion on the water. It was an old Victorian that appeared to be somewhere around 10,000 square feet with a gate and a massive driveway in the front. There was security at the front gate who checked them off and then directed them to the main entrance where valet attendants were taking the cars. "This place is enormous," Ron said. Jackie quickly chimed in, "Yeah and it has something like 8 bedrooms with a pool and tennis court." In front of the house there was a large water fountain in the middle of a circular driveway. Large marble steps led up the main entrance to the house and there was a front courtyard. The entire place looked like something out of "Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous." Ron passed off the keys and then caught up with the women who had walked ahead. Jackie and Jean both put their arms in his and joked about how he was the only one with two dates for the night. They were greeted at the door by a man who took their coats and then by a young lady passing out flutes of champagne, which they each took. There were people milling about everywhere, eating, drinking and talking as a string quartet and a piano could be heard playing from one of the rooms. As they walked into the main foyer, Mr. and Mrs. Woods, the owners of the home greeted them. "Well hello, Jean. Hello, Jackie, Happy New Year to you both," he said. In unison, they responded, "Happy New Year to you both." and then they all laughed. "Is this your son, Jean?" "Yes it is Mr. Woods. This is my son, Ron." "Ah a pleasure to meet you young man. I hear you are at the top of your class." "Pleasure to meet you sir. Actually there a couple ahead of me but I will get them." This statement brought even more laughter. "Well welcome. You ladies look lovely and Ron you look like a dashing young gentleman but stay away from my wife," he joked awkwardly. They all laughed and then walked into the house and began mingling. For the most part, the party was fairly boring for Ron, and his mother had warned him to be on his best behavior and that she may have to do some socializing of her own. Jackie was also doing the same thing so for the most part, Ron was stuck drinking beer and had most of his conversation with the wait staff as the attendees were of an average age that was even older than his Mom or Jackie. After a couple of hours, he decided to wander around the upstairs of the house and look at some of the artwork and decorations for lack of anything better to do. He found a bathroom at the end of a hallway and stared at what was probably an expensive piece of art while he took a piss. He washed his hands when he was finished and when he stepped out, Jackie was standing there like she had to go. "Hey Jackie." "Hi there, what a nice surprise. Why don't you wait for me and then we can look at some of this stuff together, I am a little bored making small talk with some of these people and could use a break." "Where is my Mom?" "Oh she is downstairs chatting with the big guys. I figured I would come and check on you," she smiled and he noticed a little scent of alcohol on her as she went into the bathroom. Ron waited and then Jackie emerged from the bathroom and took him by the arm, her enormous breasts pushing tightly against his arm. She seemed a little tipsy but not too bad. They walked around a corner and were now in a hallway that appeared to be empty. You could probably put a hundred people in this place he thought and no one would ever know they were all here. "I wonder what is in this room?" she said. "I don't know but the door is closed maybe we should not go in there." "Pssh, he won't mind. Besides no one has to know." She said and opened the door and went in. He walked in behind her and the weight of the door closed it. They were standing in what could best be described as a study of sorts, with one wall covered with books, a fireplace, and an antique couch and furniture with an oriental rug in the middle. There were various stuffed heads of animals and pictures of Mr. Woods on various expeditions around the world. On another wall, there were various antique firearms and weapons mounted. As they looked around the room, Jackie took a step and suddenly tripped, falling on to the couch. "Are you ok?" Ron asked as he sat down next to her. "Yeah I am fine, are you ok?" She said. Geez she is a little drunk he thought. "Let me catch my breath for a minute. Can you look and see if I lost an earring; it feels like I might have." Ron leaned in and moved closer to see if her earrings were intact when she suddenly moved forward and grabbing him around the neck, pulled him in and kissed him on the lips. "Jackie what are you doing?" he asked as he tried to pull away but she held on. "What do you think I am doing? It's New Year's Eve and I want to celebrate a bit." As they looked at each other, his eyes were drawn like a magnet to her ample cleavage and he could feel himself beginning to stir down there. "Jackie, this is so wrong. You're my Mom's best friend and you're married!" Even as he said this, he still could not get himself free. Jackie reached down and grabbed his now hardening cock. "Mmm she does not need to know. And as for my husband, he hasn't fucked me in a long time. He can't even get it up half the time." The feelings he had been trying to control all night ever since he had been denied earlier were catching up to him and he was thinking to himself what the hell, a stiff dick has no conscience they say. He felt like the proverbial guy with a devil on one shoulder and an angel on the other. He leaned in and began kissing her as his hands immediately went for her giant tits. He had never seen anything like them before except in porn movies. As he held on to one, her hands dove for his crotch and she began to massage his cock through his pants. Their passion overwhelmed them as his hands began to roam from her tits to her legs as he ran his hands long the slit of her dress. "That's more like it, Ron." She said with a slight slur, "You like my tits don't you?" "Yeah I've never seen any like them." "And for tonight, they are all yours as long as you fuck me good." Wow her language is really foul, I know I should not be doing this as she is pretty drunk but damn I can't help myself here. Besides, who will ever know? "What's the matter baby? Are you having trouble getting to them? Let me help you," she said and she stood up in front of him and holding on to his shoulders with one hand, unzipped the side of her gown and then pulled it down and stepped out of it, kicking her heels off in the process. Her black lace bra held back her huge tits as he looked at her standing there in her control top pantyhose holding back her stomach, and no shoes. Damn she looks hot. As she stood in front of him, she reached behind herself and shrugged off her bra, leaving the "girls" hanging free and loose, sagging almost to her stomach. The fullness of her breasts was emphasized by the giant areolas and huge nipples at the end of them and they seemed about as big as his mouth. He stood up and as they kissed, she pulled off his coat and slipped his suspender down his arms reaching in and undoing his pants and unzipping them. He kicked off his loafers and pants and pulled down his underwear and stood there still in his shirt and tie but naked below the waist except for his socks. "Oh my God, that is the biggest thing I have ever seen." She exclaimed. They stood in front of the couch, kissing as he fondled her breasts, her hand on top of his cock, sliding it back and forth along the length of it. As she did so, he unclipped his bowtie and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. He turned her and laid her down on the couch, one foot on and one leg dangling off. "Oh let me suck that big cock for you Ronnie." Straddling her tits, he spread his legs and half squatted with one leg beside her on the couch and the other on the floor as she began sliding it in and out of her mouth. He kept looking and feeling her tits and decided what he wanted to do. "Push them together; I want to fuck those big tits." "Oooh I like it you naughty little boy. Fuck my tits for me, they need it." As she pushed her tits together, he slid his cock in between them and watched as his cock would seem to disappear in them before appearing out the other side at her mouth. She leaned her head down and on the upstroke would flick the tip of his cock with her tongue. He was really enjoying this but what he needed was to get some pussy. Getting up from the couch, he took her hand and helped her to the floor. As she got down on her back he leaned over her and kissed her, while fingering her through her pantyhose. The crotch of them was completely soaked as she was extremely turned on. Sliding down, he began licking her through the crotch. "Oh yes, that's it, lick my pussy. Rip them open and fuck me." Ron immediately grabbed the pantyhose by the seam and pulled, ripping them open to expose a gaping hole in them and provide unrestricted access to her hairy pussy. He licked her a few times and then got up on his knees. "Get ready, Jackie, because I am going to fuck the shit out of you." "Don't talk it about, do it. Fuck me, fuck me hard. You like that dirty talk don't you?" Ron positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy and thrust in all the way in one stroke, and she grunted as he rammed its entire length into her. "Oh yes that's it, she cried. Her pussy was surprisingly tight he thought for an older woman as he thrust in and out of her, Her tits moved wildly like they had a mind of their own as he fucked her as hard as he could. He ran his arms underneath her knees and picked them up so that her legs were draped across his upper arms, allowing him greater penetration. It was not long before he could feel his balls beginning to contract and the feeling that he was going to cum soon. "Shit, I am going to cum soon." "It's ok baby, I know how it is for a young man." "I want to cum all over your tits." "Yes, even better, I want you to, and then you can fuck me again from behind." There was no way he could hold back and the first spurt of his cum shot deep inside her. He quickly pulled out and as he started to stroke himself he shot again and again, his cum shooting over her shoulder and spilling a little on her face and hair. Having long been denied, he continued to stroke himself as she reached her hand down to continue to milk him dry. When he had finally finished, he let her legs down and felt a little dizzy as he tried to steady himself. "Oh shit you got some in my hair damnit." "Sorry, it is not much," "It's ok but damn look at how you covered me in hot cum you nasty boy. Holy shit that was a lot of cum." "Well I guess I will have to clean it up." He started wiping it into her, and taking some and wiping it into the rug. "Oh yeah, clean me up too," he said as he knelt over her mouth, and she grabbed it and licked off the last remnants of cum. With that, he laid down next to her on the carpet, cradling her head in the crook of his shoulder. "So what now, Jackie?" "We need to get dressed and get back to the party, Ron. But I want more for sure. We'll figure something out later. " They both got dressed and then looked each other over to make sure there was no evidence of their tryst. Other than a wet spot on the carpet, the room looked ok. Luckily, her pantyhose were ripped in the crotch, and with the long gown, it would not be noticeable for the rest of the night. They stopped by the bathroom on their way back. "Holy shit, Ron. I had to wipe that cum off my tits. It would have looked funny with a light crust on them." He laughed, "Well we need to keep this between us." "No shit. Your mother would kill me followed shortly by my husband. But I have to tell you, I am not ashamed of what we did." "Well, I hope it won't change your relationship with my Mom and as for me, I don't want you to feel differently either." Don't worry, hon, I think this is the start of something good," she smiled and grabbed his ass. "Ron, go ahead and I will come out in a minute or two. I don't want people to connect the dots or start talking." "Ok." Ron's head was spinning with what had just happened. Here he thought he was going to be bored out of his mind and in the space of a few hours he damn near fucked his Mom and then out of nowhere got laid by her best friend! He wandered into where the crowd was and his mind was off in another place when he felt a hand pinch his ass. "Hey...oh, hi Mom." "Hi sweetie, how are you doing? Holding up ok?" "Yeah I have been getting by ok. I have not seen you much since I got here." Leaning into him, he could smell a strong smell of alcohol on her breath, "I have been dodging some grabby hands here and schmoozing," she said, the schmoozing kind of trailing on a bit. "What I really want is to get you home." As she said this, she looked up at him and instinctively straightened out his tie. They sat down at a couple of chairs in the giant solarium and had a drink as Jackie joined them a few minutes later, holding a flute of champagne. "HI Jackie," Jean said. "Having a good time?" "It's been intresssting," she said and winked at Ron. "Oh God, Jackie, are you drunk?" "No not at all. Just feeling Happy New Year." "Of course you are," Jean said, and then whispering to Ron, "Go get the car hon, and take her with you. I'll go tell Mr. Woods that we are her ride and she is not feeling well and we are going to go home." "Ok, Mom, come on Jackie, come with me, the party is over." He put out his arm for her to hold on to, and she pulled him in tight and held on as she swayed a bit while she was walking. He handed the valet the receipt for the car and when it came around, he put her in the front seat and closed the door just as his Mom showed up. As soon as Jackie was in the car, she put her head against the window and began sleeping. The drive home was quiet as Ron looked over at a sleeping Jackie. Looking in the rearview mirror, he could see his Mom's head bobbing a little, but she was licking her lips and smiling and winking at him. When they got to the house, they both got out. "Shoot, Mom what do we do with her?" "Well the couch pulls out into a bed. I will go ahead and get it set up while you drag her in." "Gee thanks." He opened the car door gently and Jackie barely stirred as he tried to wake her up. Finally, he gave up and bent down and picked her up, shoving the car door shut with his foot as he carried her into the house. Jean had already folded out the couch and was making the bed with a blanket and putting some pillows down when she looked up and saw him carrying her. "Ok hon, set her down on the bed but you are going to have to look away while I undress her." Gently, Ron laid her on her back and his Mom unzipped the side of her gown and struggled to pull it off. Ron was looking away and then heard his Mom mutter something under her breath. "What's wrong, Mom?" "Her hose are all ripped up. What the hell did she do? She must have fallen down or gotten them caught in something." Jean quickly pulled up the covers over top of Jackie, leaving her in her bra and ripped pantyhose. She ran to her bedroom and then came back with a sweatshirt and a pair of Ron's sweats so she would have something to put on in the morning. "Will she be ok?" "Yeah, a little hungover I am sure but not too bad." "Well I guess we should go upstairs." "Ok, Mom" Walking up the stairs behind her, he could not keep his eyes from looking up her skirt. "Like the view back there baby?" "Sorry Mom I couldn't help myself but with her here maybe .." "Don't worry, she won't hear a thing. Follow me." With that, she held out her hand behind her and led Ron to her bedroom where she closed and locked the door. Ron immediately shrugged off his jacket and undid his tie as Jean moved into him and ripped open the buttons on his shirt, the metal buttons flying everywhere. Jean started to unzip her dress but Ron stopped her and smiled. "I want to undress you, but not yet." The way that he said it sent a chill through her as he continued to shed his clothes, stripping down to his underwear only. His black briefs were completely stretched out by his hard cock. He pulled her to him and began kissing her, their tongues dancing together, their lust on the cusp of being consummated. "Oh God, "she said, "This is all I could think of." "Me too. Especially being left hanging there earlier." "I know, you poor dear. But I will make it up to you baby. I want you to have me anyway you want me and as much as you want me." He backed her up and gently sat her on the bed, her face mere inches from his crotch. "Pull them off me," he said. Obeying, she pulled down his black briefs and his cock sprung instantly out in front of him. Without any further encouragement, she began licking it and taking in the musky scent of his manhood as she licked swirls around the underside of the head. Ron took his hands and put them on the sides of his mother's head as he forced his cock into her mouth for the first time, the thought of his mother sucking his cock making him even more desirous of her. She reached behind and grabbed his ass holding him as his cock went in and out of her mouth. "Oh God, Mom this feels awesome." Pulling his cock out of her mouth, she replied, "Call me Jean while we do this,hon." Taking him back into her mouth, she continued to suck him, one hand on him, the other on his balls. Looking down, he loved the way that he could see down her dress and how her cheeks would hollow out as she took him in. Damn, she is really good he thought. "I'm going to cum soon." "It's ok, go ahead and cum in my mouth." Nice, he thought. I have never had a girl swallow my cum before. Hearing his mother say that put him over the edge, and he could feel himself beginning to ejaculate. As he looked down, he saw that she was slowing her pace to try to swallow him. He grunted as the first salvo of cum shot into her mouth. His cock continued to pump her mouth full of cum and she started to gag a little as the flow of semen was more than she anticipated. His mother could not keep up with it and she opened her mouth and coughed, as a white trail of his cum flowed out of her mouth like a stream. She continued to take him in her mouth, with most of it trailing down her chin and flowing onto her dress and lap. Out of breath, she pulled it out of her mouth and looked down, noticing that she had cum stains all over her dress. New Year's Eve It was New Year's Eve. My wife and I were getting dressed to meet her work mate Doris and her husband. We had never socialized with them, and I wasn't sure that it would be all that much fun especially on New Year's Eve. But I was game since it would please my wife Victoria. As we dressed, Victoria put on the new lingerie I gave her for Christmas. "Nice," I said to her. "You like?" she replied and then struck a pose to let me gaze at her lovely trim form. She is tall and slim with narrow hips and perfect breasts. Her bra pressed her tits together to create more than usual cleavage, and her panties were full cut across the backside but high cut at the sides. A panel of lace in the center ran from the waistband in a vee shape down between her legs. She slid on her matching stocking thigh-highs with images of sparkling stars that made them look perfect for a New Year's Eve. I put on new silk boxers with pictures of champagne glasses on them. My Christmas gift from her. I posed back to her, and she said, "Lookie who's fancy tonight!" I'd met Doris once. She was cute and short and slim, and looked good for a woman in her early 50s. Neither of us had met Howard. Victoria had only knew a little bit about him from talking with Doris. All we knew was that he was older than her. We arrived at their very lovely home, and Doris smiled as she took our coats and showed us around. She was dressed for the holiday in a red satin blouse and black pencil skirt. Her hair was jet black and cut very stylishly. With such a beautiful home and with Doris looking so good, it was a surprise to meet Howard. He was indeed older. I'd guess he was in his mid-60s. He was not in great shape, a little dumpy around the middle and not the most handsome guy. But he was friendly, and we were soon comfortable with them. Howard turned out to be a great conversationalist. In no time he had us talking and sharing interesting ideas. After dinner we had drinks in the living room. I enjoyed watching Doris struggle to be modest sitting in her skirt. "So how was your Christmas?" Howard asked. We replied with the usual comments, but he probed a little more, "Well, what did you get for each other?" Victoria told them a few things we had exchanged, but she did not mention the lingerie she was wearing. The devil made me do it. I blurted out, "I gave Victoria some really sexy lingerie." Victoria's eyes widened, but Doris burst out laughing. Howard just smiled and said, "That's exactly what I'd give such a lovely wife." "In fact, that's exactly what I gave Doris, too." Well, that got my attention, and all of a sudden our little party got much more interesting. I looked at Doris and smiled, "Howard, do you think we have the same taste in lingerie for our wives?" I asked. Howard played my question perfectly, "Well, if we're good boys maybe these two lovely ladies will show us." My cock was hard as a rock now. My eight inches was dancing in my pants and the ladies could surely tell. Doris and Victoria laughed off Howard's suggestion, sipped wine and tried to change the conversation. But Howard took control, "Doris, show our guests some of your new things." She reached down from her seat on the sofa and ran her hand along the side of her nylons, "You mean these?" Howard said, "Yeah, but show what holds them up." "Howard, you are nasty," she replied. "Are you serious?" "Sure am," he said, "How else will we get Victoria to show us her new lingerie?" Doris stared at her husband. She didn't look at me, but I was watching her with rapt attention. Victoria was sitting on the sofa with Doris and laughing nervously. "Well," Doris said, "I guess there's no harm in letting them see." She pulled up her skirt high enough to reveal garter clips at the top of her stockings. "Come on, Doris, stand up and show it all," said his husband. My mind was racing like crazy. What was going on here? What did Howard intend? Why was he embarrassing his wife? Was this a game they liked to play? Whatever it was, my cock was about to bust. She did as he said. Doris stood and had to wiggle to raise her tight skirt high enough to show us the garter suspenders, and then her panties came into view. I was amazed. They appeared to be the exact same panties Victoria was wearing that night. I just stared enraptured as she wiggled her skirt all the way to her waist so we could see the entire garter belt. My eyes took in the scene of her well shaped legs, the stockings up to her thighs, the garter suspenders pulling her stockings up tight and her panties barely covering what I most wanted to see. "Amazing," I heard myself say. "Why do you say 'amazing?'" asked Howard. I was afraid to answer him. But I did, "I may be mistaken, but your wife's panties look just like the ones I gave Victoria." "You mean the ones she's wearing tonight?" Howard asked. I looked at my shy wife and saw a wicked little grin on her lips. "Yes sir, I think our wives are wearing the same panties." "Only one way to find out," he said. Doris was trying to lower her tight skirt, but Howard interrupted her, "Heck Doris, why don't you just unzip that thing and toss it aside?" She reached around and did as he suggested. Plop, her skirt dropped to the floor and she stepped out of it. There she was in her shinny red satin blouse, high heels, and lingerie. Doris sensed that some help might be needed. She reached over and took Victoria's hand and pulled her to her feet. Then Doris sat down, crossed her lovely legs and reached for her wine glass. I was surprised my wife had even gone this far. I half expected her to dash for the door when the suggestive comments started. But there she stood, poised on the edge of showing a stranger her panties. "Victoria," I said, "Doris was brave to show us her Christmas present, but you don't have to if you don't want to." "But it sure looks like she's wearing the same panties as you." My wife was wearing a more full skirt that made it easy for her to raise for us. She faced me as she reached down and began to lift her skirt, revealing more and more of her thighhighs. "Heck, Victoria, don't show them to me," I said, "Show them to Howard." She turned to face him and raised her skirt to show him her panties. "Well, I'll be!" he said, "How amazing." "They are the same." Victoria quickly dropped her skirt and sank onto the sofa, her face blushing. Doris said, "Hey, no fair, I want to see." So my good sport wife stood again and faced Doris and have her a peek. With that, we all laughed and refilled wine glasses. Doris didn't put her skirt back on but instead she walked around in her stockings, panties and heels. I was half hoping that Victoria would do the same, but I didn't dare push her. Howard had stepped outside on their back deck, then reappeared. "Hey, I've had the hot tub heating for a while, and it's nice and warm now. Any takers?" He knew that Victoria and I hadn't brought bathing suits, so Howard added, "The gals have shown us their lingerie already -- why not just hop into the warm water like that?" He looked at me, "Wearing boxers?" Doris led the way. She unbuttoned her blouse to show us a large set of tits barely restrained in a matching lacy bra. She kicked off her shoes, wiggled out of the garter set and stockings, then dashed outside. Victoria and I followed. Off with shoes, trousers, shirt, and down to my champagne glass boxers. My cock was puffy and had been leaking badly, but I didn't look down to see if it was still concealed from view. While Victoria was undressing more slowly, I joined Doris in the tub. "I won't watch while you get ready," Howard politely said. He actually left and disappeared somewhere out of sight while my wife very properly folded each garment as she took it off. Soon, her bra and panties were her bathing suit, and she sat beside me in the steaming water. Just the three of us sat there relaxing. Doris reached behind herself and unhooked her bra. With her breasts concealed under the waves, she tossed her bra on the deck, "Ah, that feels much better." I didn't even wait for Victoria. I did the honors and removed my wife's bra and tossed it aside. Both wives were up to their necks in the water, but flesh colored mounds were visible just under the surface. Howard reappeared. He stood next to us and undressed. He was an older man, with a bit of a belly, not Mr. Handsome. But I'd come to appreciate his tastes in women and his skills in handling the situation tonight. But there was something I wasn't prepared for. Not only did he strip down to his boxers. He took them off in front of us. And there just a few feet from us was the biggest damn cock I'd ever seen. Everything about him said "needs some improvement," but his cock said, "blue ribbon world class!" As he stepped out of his boxers, his dick swung from side to side, slapping his legs, and his balls looked like a grocery sack of peaches. He was uncircumcised, with a prominent pucker of skin encasing a dickhead that was starting to show. All in all, I'd guess we were looking at ten inches of dangling dick. By comparison, my supply of cock inches seemed puny. Howard said nothing. We all said nothing as he stepped into the water. Slowly his cock disappeared beneath the water and she sat next to his wife. "Good," said Howard, "I see the gals have already relaxed and gotten rid of these," as he lifted my wife's bra. "Nothing like getting natural on New Year's Eve with friends in the warmth of friendship." After a few minutes of quiet, I was aware that Howard was touching his wife. She giggled and squirmed and then laughed out loud while she tried to resist something he was doing. She suddenly got still, and Howard raised up his hand holding with his wife's dripping panties. She retaliated by stroking him until his huge cock came up like a periscope above the water. He held her to himself, then turned her around facing us and sat her on his lap. As he did, her breasts came above the water. Drips splashed off the tips of her nipples. Howard raised her up, and I was sure he was positioning her for penetration. Her mouth opened, her head leaned back, as he lowered her gently. That big fat cock was filling her. "Hope you don't mind," Howard said to us, "We love to do this." He pistoned his wife up and down on his enormous cock, and I could only guess how big it was erect and how much Doris could take. I pulled Victoria to me. We kissed as I removed my wife's panties and my own boxers. In no time my cock was buried in my wife's pussy, and her breasts were on display for our hosts to see. Doris climbed off her hubby's lap and swam over to us. She touched Victoria's breasts while I fucked my wife. Then she took Victoria's hands and pulled her away from me to change positions. In a second, Doris mounted my dick and plunged me into her pussy. I grabbed her around the waist and enjoyed the freedom of fucking with no inhibitions. Speaking of.... Victoria's back was to Howard. She was watching Doris screw her husband when Howard's hands grabbed Victoria by her waist and pulled her backward. His dick must have bumped against her lips. She let out a squeal. While fucking this man's wife, I watched Howard force his massive dick into my wife's pussy. As best as I could tell, she was compliant. Her groans made it had to tell if she was feeling great pleasure or great apprehension. Then, she bolted! Victoria ran out of the pool, dripping wet. Fortunately it wasn't a freezing night. Howard pursued her. She tried to get away, pushing deck chairs between her and Howard, both naked and playing a game. Or was it a game? With my dick happily buried in his wife's pussy, I was slow to respond to Howard's pursuit of my wife. Victoria fell into a lounge chair just as Howard cornered her. He leaned over her and let his dick bounce and probe for her pussy. He found it and pressed for entry. Victoria's legs kicked, but I couldn't tell if she was resisting or not. I forced myself to come to her aid. Doris and I got out of the water. As we approached them, Victoria's legs were circling in the air making bicycle kicks on each side of portly Mr. Dong as he lowered himself, inching deeper and deeper into my wife's cunt. By the time we were beside them, Victoria was clearly in more ecstasy than peril. Doris whispered, "Help me." She grabbed one of my wife's legs and stretched it wide open and motioned me to do the same with the other leg. We joined forces to give Howard full access to Victoria's secret. As we held her legs apart, Howard was able to do his magic. I had a front row view of what had to be twelve inches of very thick manhood making long slow dives into my wife's pussy. Her response was just what I might have imagined. She gasped and went over the edge of orgasm time and again. For a less than in-shape guy, Howard could deliver the goods for all the time she wanted. After some time, he looked at me holding my wife's leg open for him and asked, "Do you mind, Old Man, if I deliver my load now?" "Not at all, Old Sport," I replied, "but let me ask the boss." I leaned over Victoria's face which was in various states of delirium and asked her if our host could cum in her pussy. She nodded. I gave the thumbs-up. And the next second Howard launched his load. He pumped a big one into her, and as he withdrew his member a river of his cum flowed out and onto the deck. I lay on Victoria to keep her warm while Howard and Doris returned to the hot water. We lay there for a few minutes while she recovered. Doris was handling her husband's dong under the water, probably trying to get him hard enough for her to take a ride. When Victoria and I got back into the tub, Doris left her hubby and went to work on me. Soon she and I were fucking like rabbits while Victoria and Howard watched and relaxed. As they watched, Howard must have had his hand in Victoria's pussy because she kept letting out little post orgasm squeeks. The clock struck midnight as I dumped my cum into Doris, and we all kissed to bring in the new year. I marveled at how things had worked out so perfectly. So much could have gone wrong or been a disaster that night. But everything fell into place to make such a dream come true. It took me months to figure out why. Long before that night, Doris had told Victoria about his husband's monster cock. The matching panties was no coincidence. The lingerie show was no coincidence. My wife and Doris and Howard had colluded to make it happen, and I was the innocent, but happy, stooge. New Year's Eve I knew Jeff through a friend. He was one of those good-looking guys whose reputation preceded him. You could tell, just by the way he acted, that he was dominating and enjoyed taking control. I'd known him for a few years; he was dating a friend of mine. As couples, we enjoyed nights together drinking wine, exchanging playful banter and flirtatious looks... then one night it all changed. New year's eve the four of us decided to get together to celebrate. I knew Jeff and his girlfriend had been going through some tough times, but thought since they invited us to spend the new years with them, things must be on the mend. We headed over around 8:00, a couple bottles of red wine in hand, and a change of clothes... as we always drank too much with them and ended up crashing in their spare room. The night began innocently enough. We played some games, drank some wine and then ended up in the Jacuzzi around 11:00. As per the norm, things started to heat up and both of us girls ended up ditching our bathing suits, opting for some skinny dipping... playing around in the Jacuzzi, as couples, was normally how we ended each evening with them. Fucking our partners for an hour or so, and then crashing... But tonight was different. We'd all had quite a bit to drink and were naked in the Jacuzzi. My boyfriend isn't a real aggressive kind of man, so we were taking things slow... our friends were already on their second round by the time my boyfriend decided it was time for us to start. He was sitting down in the Jacuzzi and turned me around so that I was on his lap. This angle gave me a full view of what our friends were up to. I had no choice but to witness her savage taking as I longed for a more aggressive experience. My boyfriend grabbed my waist and pulled me slowly onto his swollen cock... it felt hot and fulfilling... but secretly I longed to be fucked as my girl friend was. Without caution and without limits... Happy to finally be fulfilled, I took his cock willingly and started to bounce up and down... my 34DD's bobbing in and out of the water. It was then that I noticed Jeff watching me... His gaze was intense... and then he raised a single eyebrow... as if enticing me of what was to come. I smiled back, not thinking he meant anything more than us both being "caught in the act" and lowered my eyes to avoid his stare. Then suddenly I felt someone massaging my clit... Since my boyfriend still had both his hands on my hips and my girl friend had both her hands on the edge of the Jacuzzi, the only hands left were Jeff's. His touch was electric. Her continued to rub my clit and brought me to an orgasm almost instantly... As the evening wound down, we all said our good nights and headed off to bed. I'm normally a night owl, so I decided to take a late night/early morning dip in the pool, naked after everyone had gone to bed. As I dove into the cool water, feeling it rush over my naked body I started to think back over what had happened earlier in the evening... I was floating on my back my tits floating above the water, my thoughts and desires swirling around in my head, when I noticed Jeff was standing at the edge of the pool watching me. Startled I sunk into the water, trying my best to cover what I could. "What are you doing up?" I asked clumsily. "Couldn't sleep either," he said. "Mind if I join you?" Afraid that we'd be caught in the pool together... naked, I replied, "Actually, I was just getting out... why don't you put in a movie." He looked disappointed, but only briefly, then he replied, "sure, that's a great idea, but first, let me get you a towel." So hesitantly, I stepped out of the pool, naked, as I allowed him to wrap the towel around me, his hands running slowly up and down my body as he dried me off. I changed back into my clothes out by the pool, aware of his eyes on my naked body... enjoying the fact that he was watching me, I felt the heat between my legs increase and the wetness from my pussy coursing down my inner thigh. I turned to him and asked him what movie he was going to put in. He just smiled, grabbed my hand and took me into the den. I sat down on the couch, wearing only a thin t-shirt and a pair of pants, my nipples hard from swimming in the cool water and my pussy hot from the evening's events. "Would you like another glass of wine?" he asked me, already carrying two full glasses and walking towards the couch. Nervously, I said yes. What the hell was I doing, I thought. My boyfriend and his girlfriend were upstairs, and here we are alone together in the den. Taking the glass from his hand, he sat down next to me and placed his hand on my leg. His touch was electric. I felt a yearning from my pussy. I wanted this man so bad. I wanted him to just rip my clothes off and take me then and there... it was almost as if he read my mind... I couldn't tell you what movie he put in. It didn't matter really, what happened next has change who I am forever. He turned to me and looked me in the eye and said, "You're a good slut, aren't you?" To which I replied without hesitation, "Yes...for you." "That's what I wanted to hear. Now take your shirt off. I want to see your tits." I started to take my t-shirt off when he stopped me. "Stand up, I want you to stand in front of me." I stood up and positioned myself between his legs, standing directly in front of him. I pulled my t-shirt over my head and tossed it carelessly to the side. He reached up and grabbed both of my tits, massaging them and pinching my nipples until they became hard. Then he leaned forward and started to suck on them gently at first, then with more force. Biting and suckling my nipples as I threw my head back unsure if it was pleasure or pain. His hands explored my body as his mouth worked my nipples, my pussy becoming hot and moist with every touch. "Now take off your pants," he said in a low voice Slowly I undid the buttons on my pants and slide them over my thighs until they fell to the floor. "Turn around, I want to see your ass." Standing only in my underwear, which was almost completely transparent, I turned slowly around so that I was facing away from him. Then he reached up with both hands and grabbed my ass. "Bend over," he said. "Bend over and stick your ass up in the air." These words sent a shudder though me. I wondered if he could perceive the effect, his words had on me. I bent over, legs straight, my ass up in the air. "Spread your legs, bitch," he said. "Wide." I did my best to keep my balance and spread my legs. "No, VERY wide," he said slowly, but sternly as he kicked my feet even farther apart. Maintaining my balance as he kicked my feet apart, I felt the rush of cool air across my pussy. Frozen in this shameful stance, legs spread wide. I closed my eyes, powerless to what was to happen next. I felt his hand caress my buttocks, first gently, then with more force. Then I felt the hot stinging sensation of his hand slapping my ass. I was completely unprepared for it, and it took all my concentration to keep from falling forward. Then I felt his hand again. This time harder, and he let his hand linger for a moment, rubbing my already sore and reddened ass. Then again, his hand came down hard, and this time my legs gave out from under me, but I felt his steady hand grab my hips until I was able to regain my balance. I was screaming behind clenched teeth, not wanting to make a sound or to wake anyone in the house. A strange and desperate abandon came over me as he reached between my legs and started stoking and slapping my pussy. Then his hand punished my already welted and reddened ass again, stinging, causing me again to lose my footing, only to be held in position by his steady, strong hands. "I want you to stay bending over, but I want your hands on the back of your neck," he said in a low, soft voice. "I'm going to punish you with this leather paddle now, and you're not going to take your hands away from your neck, you're not going to open your mouth, and you're not going to struggle to get away either. With every smack you are going to show me how much you appreciate it, how grateful you are for the punishment I'm giving you and how much you know it's what you really deserve." I was shocked and amazed... I nodded yes to him, without making a sound. Then came the first smack. The blow stung my already sore and reddened ass, but I bit my lip, my face flush and silent tears now streaming down my face. Then came the second, and the third... I lost count when he finally stopped; his hand now gently rubbing the welts on my ass. "Turn around and get down on your knees," he commanded. I scurried to obey. "Suck my cock," he said, as he pushed his large cock into my gaping mouth. I sucked his cock with all my power, sucking as hard as I could while his hand explored my breasts, tugging and twisting my nipples, causing my pussy to quiver, fluids coursing down my inner thighs. I reached my hands up and massaged his balls, sucking the tip of his cock and running my tongue up and down his shaft. Forcefully, he grabbed my hair and started fucking my mouth, I opened my throat and took him as deep as I could. He continued to fuck my mouth with such force, my jaw began to ache. Not wanting to disappoint him, or incur another round with the leather paddle, I struggled to satisfy him, taking his as deep into my throat as I could with each thrust. He placed his hands on the sides of my head, pulling handfuls of hair into each fist, and slamming his cock deep into my throat. I felt my nose nestle into his pubic hair. He held me tight. I could feel the head of his cock deep in my throat, "Look at me slut," he said with a smile on his face. "I raised my watering eyes to his stern, downward glare. I tried to hold his cock in place but I was slowly running out of air. My gag reflex caused me to choke on his cock and spit. He pulled it out for a brief second, only to grab my hair and push his cock deep inside my throat again. My eyes stayed on his the entire time. Tearing up and running out of air he quickened his pace. Slamming his rock hard cock into my throat as he pulled himself deep using my hair as a grip. Saliva and precum dribbled out the corners of my mouth. My eyes were filled with tears and my jaw ached... But he pounded on, holding for a moment, withdrawing and pounding hard again. "Stand up, and bend over the couch," he said as he pulled his cock away from my mouth. I stood up, dizzy, my adrenaline pumping and my pussy aching. I turned around and bent over the arm of the couch. "Spread your legs and pull your panties down," he instructed. I reached up and pulled my underwear down to my knees. "Now reach back and spread your ass open for me. I want you to show yourself to me." I shuddered, my whole body felt hot and on the verge of explosion, yet to my own amazement, I spread my legs as far as I could, reached behind and spread my ass "That's a good slut... wider. Wider!" I stretched it as far as I could, not believing what I was doing, and then I felt his hot tongue deep inside my pussy. Licking and sucking, biting my clit. My desire was burning inside me now. I desperately need his cock inside me...and as if by magic, as if he had read my mind, I felt his large, hard cock force its way deep inside my pussy. I wanted to scream with desire, my hips rocking back and forth to meet his every thrust. Every time his cock going deeper and deeper. "Keep your ass spread open for me, slut, " his voice commanding. I rode his cock while keeping my hands firmly in place holding my ass open for him. Then I felt something entering me. As he continued to fuck me with his rock hard cock, he was also inserting a butt pug up my ass. I felt the rubber rip at my flesh as he pushed it in deeper and deeper until I felt it pop into place. I wanted to scream, his hands around my waist, now, forcing me down on the full length of his huge cock. Harder and harder, he worked me. The sensation was too much for me to take. I was filled beyond my wildest dreams and I exploded around his huge, hot cock...shuddering, the ecstasy paralyzing me...on and on it went, I hoped it would never come to and end. And then he said. "Suck on it, I want to come in your mouth, slut." And he pulled his cock out of my quivering pussy, and the butt plug out of my ass, and spun me around so that I landed on my knees, my open mouth directly in front of his large, hard cock. He grabbed my hair and forced his way into my waiting mouth. He continued to fuck my mouth with long, hard strokes as I massaged his balls with my hands. "Lick my balls," he said. "Stroke me and suck on my balls." I did as he asked, hungry for whatever I could get. My body still tingling from my orgasm, I licked and sucked his cock and balls until I felt him tighten. I opened my mouth for him as he forced his cock deep into my throat. I drew him deeper and deeper until my throat contracted and his come shot into me. I swallowed quickly, not wanting to spill a drop. I dropped back, now sitting on my knees and looked up at him and smiled. He smiled back. I think this was the beginning of a wonderful new relationship. New Years Eve Call me a bastard, a cheater, or anything else, and you would be right. At the time I didn't want to admit it. I found ways to rationalize my mistress who was 24 years younger than me. My marriage was not happy. It was really over. I had been sleeping on the couch for almost a year. All true. But my marriage wasn't over and I am back with my wife now. She knows about almost none of my escapades the 3 years we were apart. She might still divorce me if she did. I just know that during the time Heather and I were together, there was almost nothing we wouldn't try for each other. And shortly after I realized she liked sex with lots of men and women, I realized that I liked it. A lot. When writing something like this, it is very easy to focus on the bad or the good bending reality to fit your memory. I will attempt to avoid this, but I have to admit it will be hard. Heather and me are done. I have been back with my wife for 5 years, and we have not had sex once. All I want is Heather. And what I want is the slut Heather that she wanted to be. * Heather and I had been dating for a year and a half. Up to that point, everything had been perfect. I was 45 and she was 21. She was average height with long curly strawberry hair, porcelain skin, a tiny waist and 36D tits with gorgeous marge nipples. She loved to dress in a way to show off her tits. She constantly wore the tiniest shorts and skirts so short that they were obscene in public. I couldn't complain because I had picked most of them out. She wore very very loose low cut tops that would open up, revealing her ample breasts if there was even a moderate wind. I bought her that top while my wife and I were in Daytona for my daughters National Championship in twirling. If she wasn't wearing something like that, it was a very low cut T shirt or a corset top. She was proud of her tits and liked to show them off. So did I. We had had so much sex with so many different people it was amazing. We met when she was 20. She told me that I was number 18 for her. We dated for three years and she was on number 83 when we broke up. If I had had my way it would have ben a lot more, but at the time since we had just started talking about getting married eventually, I thought our relationship needed to be more conventional. But, on New Years of 2006, things were perfect. We worked together and we lived together. We had the same circle of friends. We did almost everything together. A lot of what we did was sex. Sex with each other, threesomes, foursomes, and more. We had gangbangs, gloryhole visits, and Dominatrix visits. We had been to a bar where we hung out all the time and the owner and I encouraged her to get more and more naked as she got more and more drunk until there were four guys exploring her naked body as the bar was closing. But never had she fucked someone that was a part of our everyday lives. We hung out with a lot of people from work. She flirted with everybody there, but they all knew me, and even though they knew she fucked a lot of other guys, they were reluctant. I even tried to hook her up. To no avail. Then, on New Year's Eve we had a party at our house. Our other roommate, Katie, was not going to be home so we had the place to ourselves. Several people from work had come over, and we were drinking a lot. We started playing drinking games and as people started getting worried about drinking too much, they started to leave. After awhile, Adam and Jay were the only two guys there with us. They had heard us talking about our porn collection before, and they wanted to see it. We started playing the best parts from DVD after DVD getting both of them more and more turned on. We slipped on a she-male DVD long enough to get Adam to go on about the she-male until she whipped her cock out and he suddenly had to defend his heterosexuality. We all laughed, but Jay had to leave. It was just past midnight, so we were not ready for bed yet, and Heather wanted to fuck Adam. She was wearing a pair of tiny shorts and a nearly see through T shirt with no bra, but there had net been an ounce of apparent interest so far. As Jay left, Adam excused himself to go to the bathroom. While he was gone, I had Heather lay on the couch with her head on my lap and I took off her shirt. When Adam came back into the room, he was definitely interested. He kept looking at the TV, but was constantly stealing glances at me massaging her beautiful tits. AS time went on, he became bolder about looking. As he looked on, I reached inside her shorts and began to stroke her clitoris. She was so fucking wet. She was wet all the time, but she was as wet as I had ever seen her just then. Adam was transfixed. I opened her shorts and pushed them off. She spread her legs to give me easier access to her pussy. I put a couple of fingers in her and started to work them in and out. When I knew I had him, I said to both of them, "I'll be right back. I have to go to the bathroom." I kissed her and went right to our bedroom upstairs. I was rock hard. So hard it nearly hurt to be in pants. But, I just lay down on our bed in the dark and imagined what they may be doing. I didn't touch myself because I knew she wouldn't like that. She loved to masturbate for me and she loved me to masturbate for her. But times like this, she wanted me to wait for her. So I did. I waited. And I waited. And I waited some more. Until I was awakened by her climbing in bed with me. "HI", I said, wondering how long I had been asleep. I started to kiss her, but she stopped me. "Lick this off", she said as she pointed to cum on her right temple. I didn't hesitate. I licked Adam's cum off her temple, and her cheek and her lips. She kissed me deeply with the taste of his cum still in her mouth. I sucked on her beautiful tits knowing he had been doing the same thing a little while earlier. I tasted his cum in her pussy, which was still flowing she was so turned on. She came again as I licked his cum out of her. Then, I pulled out my rock hard cock to slide it in her wet pussy and pound her mercilessly. She smiled and said "let's go to sleep. I am so tired." She rolled over and I reluctantly curled up against her back, with my cock sliding between her ass cheeks. It felt amazing. She told me to put on my pajamas and go to sleep. I didn't sleep at all that night. I was wide awake, wanting to touch her, to hear about what had happened, wanting to fuck her. But she went to sleep right away. I don't know if she and Adam ever fuck again. She wouldn't tell me if they did or if they didn't. It drove me crazy not knowing, but it turned me on too. There were nights at work when Adam would call in sick and she would be off. I would text her from work and she wouldn't answer. I know she fucked a lot of guys while I worked. Sometimes I knew, and sometimes I didn't. Sometimes I would get home and she would make me join in or watch. Sometimes she would make me sleep on the couch so they could fuck. Sometimes she would leave me for the weekend to stay with someone else. But, she would never tell me one way or the other about Adam. I think that is why it still turns me on so much. New Year's Eve This is a flash story about a night in the hot tub with friends. It's a culmination of several real occurrences. As with my other stories this serves a cathartic purpose in my life. I wanted to explore one reason someone might feel an onset of jealousy. I hope you enjoy it. ***** "Joel, New Years Eve is coming up soon...have you thought about what you might want to do that night?" asked Heidi my lovely wife of 23 years. "Really just being with you and taking it easy would be fantastic. The girls are both out of town so we won't be hosting anything this time. Something peaceful, but no I haven't thought about it. You?" "Well, Sally mentioned to me yesterday that her and Matt were going to rent a place up by the lake for the weekend. They invited us to come along if you'd like to get out of town. I thought it would be fun, what do you think? We could drive up Friday and come back Monday morning?" "You know that could be a great idea. We haven't seen them in a while and a weekend away relaxing sounds like just what I need." "Do you want to let the kids know our schedule then so they will no how to get in touch with us?" "Sure thing." Sally and Matt were long time friends of ours. In fact Sally had gone to High School with Heidi and used to be best friends and still are. The two of them had lost contact with each other for a while during and after college but had reconnected a number of years later. Heidi had gone on to marry one of their mutual friends from school later in life after meeting again at one of their reunions. I really enjoyed them both and we'd all become close friends over the years watching our children grow up together. Their son was much younger than our two daughters ages but that has more to do with them getting married years into their adult life. Sally had gone on to become a Doctor with her own family practice and Matt was now an executive at one of the major internet search engines. Heidi and I on the other hand had been college sweethearts since our Sophomore year and had married right out of college. We moved straight out to the West Coast after graduation to start our lives and we haven't looked back since. We took life as it came with no regrets. My wife and I met in the Architecture program at school and after moving our newly wed selves out here began our movement down that path. I almost immediately changed directions taking my design aptitude to film. It was something I'd wanted to do since I was 8 years old. I figured what better location was there to try it out in? Heidi had stayed in Architecture firms while taking some time off when our two girls were born. She was now running her own office after having branched out on her own a few years back. I both consulted with her on the business side of her venture as well as enjoying my full time position at a major local studio as visual director. Our children had long since left the house leaving the two of us with plenty of time on our hands. We just hadn't gotten back to the point where we had emotionally connected again even though I so desperately needed it. The truth is, our marriage had been struggling for most of it. I was finally hopeful that we could focus on the two of us again and rebuild the intimacy we'd lost so many years ago. - New Years Eve We were sitting in a hot tub out by the lake conversing and telling stories, singing and playing word games. We were of course naked as I hadn't planned on swimming over the weekend. The lake water was extremely cold and I hadn't been told there was a hot tub. Matt and Sally hadn't known about the tub either so it was a pleasant surprise when we showed up and there was a soaking tub for us to use outdoors with an amazing view of the lake at night. "Hey you two, do you want to grab some drinks and go out to the tub?" Sally asked as we made our way through our second bottle of champagne. "We didn't bring suits! I'm not sure what I'd wear." My wife remarked casually. "No worries, how about your birthday suits? We didn't bring any suits either. I mean we could go in our panties but that would just get uncomfortable. We're good if you both are?" "In that case...!" I commented. I was rather embarrassed at first but these were really close friends so it didn't really matter to much to me whether they saw me naked or not. It's not that I'm a prude or anything, just not really sexually experienced beyond what I've done with Heidi. I was a virgin when we met in college at the young age of 19. I guess by today's standards that is a bit old to still be a virgin but I wanted to wait for the right person. The significance of that was important to me. I'd given my future wife Heidi my virginity and since we never dated anybody else after we first got together Heidi has remained my one and only lover. Life sort of moved on and I never thought about it much nor was it ever really a concern to me. Although I realize now the undercurrent of that disparity between our beliefs had always been there. "Whoa there boy!" My wife remarked with a smile as we stood naked getting into the tub. It was clear I was excited by the flesh I was seeing. Embarrassed I remarked, "I'm in the company of such beautiful women my body can't help but react. I hope there is no offense Sally? Matt I'm sorry if.." "I'd be offended if you weren't excited." Sally giggled while cutting me off. Matt shot her a sly look. "Joel, I'm certainly enjoying the view of your wife as well so no hard feelings...Oh God...such a bad joke. I knew that was bad before it left my mouth." Matt offered. Always the comedian. "That was pretty bad." I chided and noticed that Joel was certainly sporting wood himself. We slowly got in the tub which ended up not being very large or too small. The size of the tub kept bodies close to one another. I'd have guessed only 3 people could get in with some space left over but 4 could make it if you were OK touching each other. That wouldn't have been such an issue if we hadn't all been drinking and nude at the time. Certainly there was quite a bit of flirting and innocent touching going on as it was already. To the right was my wife who was reclined so that her head was near my chest. I was sitting with Sally to my left. She was situated in such a position that her legs and mine were mingling. I could only assume that the same was happening with my wife and Matt's legs. It's not that I minded. Actually it was pretty exciting. We'd become such good friends it just seemed natural to hang out like that. Before long and after another bottle of champagne events got hotter amongst the 4 of us. There was the typical gentle caressing between spouses and at the same time some touching between friends. I guess I noticed it while I was kissing my wife and telling her how much I loved her when I felt Sally's hands rubbing up along my thigh. I didn't think too much of it beyond smiling as I'd long fantasized about Sally and this was just some clean adult fun. I've always been a jealous person. It took me a long while to understand why although I never really believed my wife could comprehend the reasoning. Jealousy typically comes when one feels there is a threat of being replaced. I had long suspected that Heidi and Matt had been an item in High School but she refuted that every time I brought it up. For me I guess the reason I felt that way was the manner in which they looked at each other. It was almost like there was a longing or unspoken desire flowing between them. Given the closeness of our friendship I could understand why but every once and a while it did bother me when I noticed it. It bothered I suppose because for years of our marriage our love life had been strained or sometimes didn't exist at all. It is difficult watching your wife yearn for another man when you want so badly for her to long for you. About the time I felt Sally's hands on my thigh I looked right to see where my wife's other hand was. It occurred to me that if Sally was doing this to me that my wife and Matt might be caressing each other as well. Unfortunately I was right. Heidi's hand was clearly near Matt's waist area below the water line and I couldn't tell what was going on with his hands. I decided to test it and casually put my right hand on the inside of my wife's upper left thigh. My hand had bumped into another and I was pretty sure that wasn't my wife's hand I intentionally brushed against. That hand very quickly retracted. You wouldn't know anything was going on by everyone's faces as we all kept a straight face and were locked in group conversation. I was a bit steamed though. The jealousy started to rise back up in me which is a really unpleasant feeling for anyone that doesn't know. My wife remarked she needed another bottle for all of us to drink and rose up slightly out of the water while bending over the side of the tub to reach it. In doing this she was leaning over Matt. Her breasts and all of the rest of her was pushing across his chest in order for her to reach what she needed. Matt clearly had a smile on his face as he had a face full of breasts and then a view of her rear bent over at the waist right in front of his eyes. I'm sure it was all a ruse for her to rub herself on him. I was getting a little more annoyed and I did struggle to keep my emotions in check. I mean why was I getting all worked up over simple flirting? The situation continued to progress further as did my discomfort. I was just not successful at coming to peace with the feeling that were surfacing. For a bit it appeared that my wife had her foot in between Matt's legs and was caressing his cock. It was at that moment when I was about to say something that it happened. Sally and Matt exchanged an interesting look between them then Sally opened her mouth to speak. She was nervous but determined to say what she had set out to say. "Say Joel and Heidi, we've been friends for such a long time...you know that Matt and I really cherish our time and friendship together don't you?" "Of course! We feel the same." Heidi responded. "Well Matt and I...we have sort of wanted to try something for quite some time now and were hoping we could talk to you about it?" "Sure Sally, anything you need just let us know how we can help?" "I'm glad you feel that way Joel. I was hoping you'd feel that way." "Joel, Sally...Matt and I have been wanting to include others in our love life for a while now. We both love the both of you and feel so close and safe with you that we were hoping you might want to share some experiences with us tonight..." Sally was really nervous while she said this and couldn't look me in the eyes. What she said kind of shocked me. As I mentioned before I haven't had much sexual experience beyond what Heidi and I did together. To be honest for a number of years our love life had been lacking...especially of late. This was mostly coming from my wife having no interest in it. She'd gone through phases like this before in our first 5 years of marriage and come to think of it she was not wanting to be intimate with me more often than not. She just didn't want to make love to me. For the life of me I could never understand why and when I brought it up Heidi would lash out at me and start an argument. I think it was probably guilt at the time on her part. Guilty of not being there for her husband. Guilt of letting her husband down. Before I could comment on what Sally was offering, which was to share her body with me and her husband with Heidi, my wife enthusiastically jumped into the conversation with "You know I've been thinking a similar thing! I thought I was strange for feeling that way and have felt guilty about it for some time now. I think it's a great idea!" To my astonishment, and without even a glance at me or conversation about the offer, my wife stood up and moved over to embrace Joel on the other side of the tub. Before I could even understand what was happening my wife was lip locked with another man in front of my eyes. At the same time, Sally remarked how wonderful this would be just as she also slid across into my arms. How was I feeling in all of this? Stunned. Empty. Confused. Nervous. Jealous. Excited. But It didn't feel right to me. Unknown to me my hands began to shake slightly. If I hadn't known better I'd have guessed I was having an onset of a panic attack. I think my discomfort with the situation was at it's breaking point and I was finally able to say something just about the time I felt Sally's hand wrap around my cock and start stroking. I could see my wife was doing the same to Matt as she moved to straddle him. "Wait!..No, I mean..I can't..I don't..Please no..." Was all I was able to get out. I know for a fact my face was that of sadness. There were tears in my eyes but I don't think anyone could tell in the night air but me. Sally had the good grace and presence of mind to know something was wrong and pulled back quickly from me. I was certain she could feel me tighten up the moment she touched me. My wife however was already rubbing herself against Matt's hips and starting to make moaning sounds while she was kissing him. All of this happened within a few seconds and it really had taken that much time for me to even understand what was happening in front of me as well as how to even respond. When I had first opened my mouth to say something there was no sound at all that would come out. A lump in my throat prevented it and by the time I could calm myself down things were far under way between Matt and Heidi. "Wait everyone! Something's wrong! I think Joel has something he needs to say. Joel are you OK? You don't look so well?" asked Sally now in distress over my reaction. Matt and Heidi stopped and turned to look at me. I would like to point out that at this moment Heidi hadn't yet gotten off of his lap. I had no way of knowing whether he had penetrated her yet. If he hadn't, he was just about to have. "I'm not OK with this guys. I don't feel right. I don't seem to be able to stop my hands from shaking." It was kind of odd in that my body was trembling and I couldn't really control it. It was at this comment that Heidi slid off of Matt and looked at me with concern. "My God Joel. Your skin looks pale and you look sick. What's the matter? Here let me come to you." Heidi slid over to me and wrapped her arms around me. I think she'd thought I was sick physically from too much alcohol or something. "Heidi, I can't do this. I don't want this." "Want what Joel? What don't you want?" "I don't want Matt touching you...please stop...I think we should leave." The look on my wife and Matt's face was that of both distress and embarrassment. Matt physically removed his hands from my wife and made a show of putting up his hands in the air in a sign of surrender. After a short while I had down enough to talk again. It was clear the evening was ruined and I'm not sure if our friendship was going to survive this. Sally had a look of deep concern on her face while my wife's face was more of confusion and irritation. "Look.." started Sally, " We didn't mean for anything like this to happen and we just thought...well I'm sorry we never intended for anyone to get hurt...how about Matt and I leave and let you two talk this out a bit?" "No wait guys. I'm sorry." "Joel, what?" asked my wife. "I'm sorry I didn't mean it to come out that way. I think I owe you two an explanation.." "No explanation needed bud. We're sorry, really sorry we pushed this on you.." Matt commented looking somewhat askance. "No really let me explain. Please." Everyone nodded. "Matt and Sally I want you to know you are some of our dearest friends...really. I don't want this to be awkward between us. I really don't. I'm really flattered that you both thought of us in this, I really am. It's just..." "Then why Joel?" Heidi interrupted. "You need to let me finish please. Can you do that? I want to explain but my emotions are all over the place and our friends deserve an explanation. Would you let me finish please without you interrupting me or cutting me off?" I asked my wife and it was clear I was annoyed. "Sure." "OK...let me take a breath...you two took an enormous risk tonight. Wait, I can see the look on your faces just let me finish please. You took an enormous risk at asking us to share in your love life. That took tremendous courage and really you had no way of knowing how this would turn out. You took a risk that our friendship wouldn't get altered drastically..." 'I know but.." "Please!...let me get through this..just a few minutes. I don't have any ill will towards either of you. Sally, you are beautiful, sexy, and a great friend. I really am flattered that you though of me and I don't want my reaction to make you feel like I didn't want you. It's the opposite of that, really. This isn't about you two at all, it's between Heidi and myself. I need you to know that and I'm really sorry for ruining the evening. You invited us up here for the weekend and everything was progressing towards a certain end result so it seemed natural for you to breach the subject with us. I'm grateful you did. It puts some things out in the open between all of us that we need to talk about." "OK bud, no hard feelings." "Joel?" asked Sally. "I don't want to drag all of you into a deep conversation, especially tonight..." "Joel. They're family. If you need to talk about this then let's do this. You are clearly upset and I think it would help to get it out in the open. I don't have any secrets so if they are OK with hearing it I'm OK with you sharing whatever you feel is needed." my wife commented. "OK, I can. It's just that some of what I have to say is going to be hard for you to hear Heidi. And you're going to feel bad about some things and I don't want to do that to you tonight in front of them..." "Joel, the night has already taken a sobering turn. Let's get this out and talk about it." "I agree." chimed in both Matt and Sally. I guess everyone was interested in what was going on with me. There was a deep silence will all eyes on me expectantly. "Alright. This goes back to the beginning of our relationship. Heidi and I have been married for 23 years...it's certainly no secret that it hasn't always been perfect between us. Actually, some years have been pretty bad with either myself or Heidi talking separation. It's also no secret between us that I was a virgin when I met Heidi." Everyone nodded. "Well you all knew that I was pretty closed up sexually as well around that time. Heidi however was not a virgin. In today's age that's no big deal but for me at the time it was pretty painful." "Honey, I'm sorry I don't.." interrupted Heidi. "I was disappointed. Not in you, but..well...it's just that I wanted that experience of someone giving me their virginity. That discovery, the newness. It never happened and I felt a bit hurt by it. Not by anything you did but by what I put myself through leading up to that first time." "I don't understand dear." "I had it built up in my mind that me giving you my virginity was such an important event. Such an enormous gift. It was the only thing I could give you that I could never give anybody else. Believing that at the time pretty much shows you why I put such importance to it. To me it was...is...a sacred thing between couples. I mean I've relaxed over time about it, I don't feel that way now.." "But I don't see how that has anything to do with..." my wife cut me off again. "Let me continue. Please. I'm trying to make sense. Our love life has had some real rough moments. I don't know if you remember but the first 5 years before our daughter was born it was actually fairly bad. I can remember one year on our anniversary being so worried about the prospect of having sex with you that night. I was reacting that way because I can very clearly remember thinking we'd only had sex once that year. Our anniversary is in September so that means for almost 9 months that year at least we hadn't made love. I was stressed and worrying about performing." New Year's Eve "When you told me you were pregnant, we were 28 years old. A 28 year old couple should be having an active and fulfilling love life together. When you told me you were pregnant I actually had to count the months because I couldn't recall making love to you in the past 6 months. I guess I surmised that we had done it one time. I was concerned that you had cheated on me because I couldn't get the math right to prove to myself that I'd actually gotten you pregnant." "Oh Joel, you know I'd never have..." "I know. Well maybe I don't know. Let me finish. The point I'm trying to make here is that for the majority of our marriage I've been living in a sexless one. Maybe once a month on the good years. Maybe a few times a year on the bad ones." "Heidi, do you have any idea how much I masturbate?" "What?" Everyone's face was that of embarrassment at the question. "Oh come on, we all do it so don't act so proper about it all. I do it probably at least once a day. Some months it's twice a day." There were some smirks from around the tub. Mostly from Matt whom I was sure was thinking ' way to go bud '. "Do you know why I have to do that so much? Because we don't make love enough for me. We've fought about this for years but I want you to know...what's going on inside of me. If I'm having to masturbate that much each month, and you and I only have sex...or make love, whatever you want to call it...what's going on the rest of the time between us?" "Dear I..." Heidi was looking uncomfortable now. Well good. It's about time we talked about this because I was hurting and I'd just watch my wife cheat on me in front of my eyes. I know it wasn't as serious as all of that but I was deeply wounded at that moment. "The rest of the time you're rejecting me. You realize that don't you?" "I didn't." she said. "Realize...I mean." she added. "It's humiliating you know...being turned down by the one person that promised to love you forever." I whispered. "I can't remember but once in the last decade where you asked me or attempted to be intimate with me first. In fact, when we do finally make love it takes 15 minutes of me stimulating you before you even respond other than just laying there. It's like you're waiting for it to be over with and I'm...I"m...raping you or something. We've got serious problems..." Her face was that of shock and shame at this point. I didn't want to push it too much as I know this wasn't making her feel good. I'd probably gone a bit too far with that last statement but it was just pouring out of me at this point. It wasn't my intention to hurt her tonight. "What problems?" she asked quietly. Her eyes were looking off someplace else in the shadows. "You don't touch me. You lie there and do nothing. There is nothing reciprocated to me. I touch you, massage you, hold you, kiss you. I give you oral sex which you seem to like, I do all sorts of things to try and excite you. There is just very little if anything at all coming back my way. I can't remember...yes I can, it was college, the last time you gave me a blow job where I didn't have to put it in your mouth to ask you for one." There were tears in her eyes at this point forming. I needed to tread lightly in case I say something that will take us too far to come back from. I clearly wasn't going to take my own advice though. "Do you know how degrading it is to have to ask your wife for oral sex? Only to be given a sigh or some sign that it really isn't what she wants to be doing?" "I can guess." "No I don't think you can. I've heard things from you that I thought I'd never hear in my life. Things I never deserved to be told. Things no man should ever hear from his wife that hurt badly. I've been told my touch makes you cringe, that the thought of me touching you repulses you. I'm surprised that you didn't make fun of my size! Once we were in the shower and you told me that you didn't think you got out of sex what I got out of sex with me. That it just didn't do 'it' for you. For me it was some big spiritual bonding, and for you...it was an annoyance. I know you didn't mean it that way but you'd just told me sex with me didn't do anything for you. I mean stuff like that is devastating to a person. I have to believe that at some point in our lives you were attracted to me?" "Once in our couples therapy with the counsellor you even made me out to be some kind of pervert that wanted sex all of the time. The counsellor challenged you on the issue by asking you if you 'really' thought that it wasn't normal for a husband to want to make love to his wife." "Did you know that when we were in Hawaii that one night we were making love and I was licking you...? You fell asleep. Dead away you fell asleep while I was kissing you. I mean for God's sake I may be boring but I can't have been that bad was I?" "No sweetie, it's just..." "Well after that I got up and left the condo and walked around for an hour or so in the night air. I actually threw up because my insides were so upset at what happened." "Oh Joel." "Do you remember what my one fantasy was with you on that trip?" "No, I don't." "It was to make love to you on the beach. I asked over and over and you never remembered or you made excuses to not have to do it." "Heidi, I know it's not always been easy living with me. I know there's more to a marriage than sex. I realize that. But I've been in pain for years. You need to know that. I mean you tell me repeatedly you're tired or give some other excuse...I just don't believe that you've been tired for 23 years." "So I go to a dark place sometimes. It's hard not feel hurt, humiliated, inadequate, unattractive...you name it...when your wife so consistently rejects you." I was stating this to everyone matter of factly. I was trying to be hurtful but I knew it was hurting Heidi. Heidi at this point was tearing up and I could tell she was fighting her emotions. "I'm sorry everyone." I said, "I didn't mean to bring the evening down." "It's OK Joel. You know that we all love you." Sally reminded me. This time Heidi spoke, "Joel. You've said some things that have hurt quite a bit. I know not intentionally but it has. I want to say how sorry I'm at for making you feel this way all of these years. I'll keep talking about this with you for some time on our own but I wanted to ask you why this is related to what happened earlier here tonight?" "Well...alright...this is going to hurt more. Are you sure you want to know?" "Yes. If they are OK then I am." "We're OK." responded Matt and Sally cautiously. "Well, if I believed that my virginity was this special gift I was giving to you...what do you think it felt like when that gift was tossed aside like it didn't matter or wasn't wanted?" "In our marriage the consistent message I've been receiving is that I'm unattractive, that my romance is unwelcome, that I'm not someone you want touching you, or that I'm not someone you enjoy making love with. So when I gave you this precious gift and you started to act like it was a repulsive thing to you... I mean, you don't kiss me on the lips...you don't look me in the eyes..." I sighed. "I know I'm painting a pretty dark picture. I'm not intending to and it's not always like that. It's just that when I was sitting here and I saw you move over to Matt...I watched my wife have lust in her eyes for someone else when I'd give anything for you to feel that way about me. Without even checking if I was OK, or even a word or a glance to me you got up and started making out and grinding on him. I mean you don't kiss me or touch me like that and I have to sit and watch it happen in front of my face?" "Oh God I'm sorry..." "You had your hand around his cock, your tongue in his mouth, and you were grinding your pussy against him if not already having sex." "But we didn't...!" "Not yet. But you were about to." I said. She didn't respond. Her eyes and expression right then told me what I had suspected. "So I'm jealous. I sitting and watching what in essence is my wife cheating on me in front of my eyes...because I didn't give you my consent mind you...no more than 2 feet away and not once did you even consider me. Like you haven't considered me for the majority of our marriage and it hurts like hell. I never thought I'd react like this so I apologize for what it is worth. It is just too painful to see everything I'm missing from you play out in front of me with another man taking my place." I was crying at this point. If I didn't feel like a wimp before with a wife barely standing intimacy with me I felt like one now for letting everyone see my failings. So much pain for so many years under the surface. So much rejection. I suppose it was bound to come out sometime. "Watching you want to go fuck someone with such wanton abandon was just more that I wanted to experience this New Years Eve..." "I wouldn't be jealous or insecure Heidi if I felt loved and safe with you. I guess what I am saying is that I don't." "I'm sorry everyone for ruining the evening. I'll just go inside." After saying what I had to say I finally got up to leave. "No please...both of you! We are going to leave you two alone. You both need to talk this out some more. We know you both love each other deeply and I know you'll get past this. Stay please, we're going inside." With that Matt and Sally left the tub quietly to go inside. Heidi and I sat there looking over everything but at not each other in the hot tub for quite some time. It was taking that much time to calm ourselves down. It didn't happen automatically but we finally reached for each other hesitantly and held each other as if we were drowning in that tub. I really did love her. If I hadn't I'd have left her long ago. I had just come to accept that this was how she was and that I'd live with it no matter how much pain it was causing me. I never realized though that slowly it was killing me inside as a result. Finally Heidi spoke, "Joel...I wanted to say how sorry I am for treating you like this. I've been a selfish bitch who only have been thinking about my needs, not yours. I mean I've been aware of this on and off through our marriage but I've been avoiding it. I guess I've been telling myself that you were the problem, or that I didn't have a problem so there was nothing to talk about." "Tonight I was excited when Sally mentioned us sharing each other because I did find the idea of having sex with Matt exiting. I'm sorry I hurt you about that, so sorry. It wasn't intended to make you feel that he was a better mate than you or that I'd rather have him. You have to believe me." she said with pleading eyes. "Joel, I think I've been feeling guilty for so long about all of this I just blocked it out and pretended it wasn't an issue. Part of me was relieved tonight with the thought you'd make love to Sally tonight. You did give me the most precious gift I've ever received and I feel ashamed that I've made you feel unwanted. I guess part of me wanted to give you to Sally so you could finally enjoy yourself and feel with her the passion I haven't been able to give you. You don't know how long I've felt like a failure about this with you." "I suppose that could be one reason why I've avoided sex with you all these years." "Joel, the reason I can't look at you in the eyes when we make love is because I feel you look at me with disappointment. And I just can't take feeling like I've let you down. Maybe I'm just disappointed in myself." "What would I be disappointed in Heidi? I could never feel like that toward you." "That you deserve better, someone better than me. I know I haven't been a loving wife to you in the way you need. I'll try to do better. I'm so sorry that I've made you feel this..." Heidi collapsed under a heavy sigh and we held each other for quite a while in silence. The night sky was beautiful so we shared the moments looking up at the stars. I held her soft face in my hands, looked her in the eyes and kissed her passionately as two people in love would do. I slipped my hand down to her pussy and began gently sliding it back and forth. She responded like she'd never done before. She responded with lust. And with passion. Something I've missed for quite some time. "Hey." I said looking into her eyes. She didn't look away. "Hey back." She responded. "What do you say we give those two a run for their money?" We both smiled as I pushed inside of her and continued to pump each other well into the night. It was going to be a very good new year. New Year's Eve I was listening carefully to what Sir was saying to me. In fact, I was listening so carefully that I missed it when he asked me if I was willing to do what he is asking. I look carefully into his eyes and, seeing the love in them agree to what he is asking. "This will not be easy, slave. Are you certain it is what you want?" "I'm certain, Sir." "Then I guess I should call our friends and tell them that they have the centerpiece for their New Year's Eve party." New Year's Eve is suddenly upon us and Sir is helping me to choose what I will wear to go to Mistress and Master's party. We are standing together in the Dungeon, looking over the various leather cuffs and collars in our collection. Sir knows that the simple act of wearing my own leather will help put my mind at ease. He finally chooses a supple and soft set of cuffs for my wrists and ankles and a narrow but strong collar with a matching leash. Over these, he puts only a long red velvet cape. He helps me slip my feet into a pair of black pumps, then kisses me softly. "Whether you can see me or not, I will always see you," he says and leads me up the stairs. We get into our vehicle, which has been warming in the garage, and head for Mistress and Master's house. I am nervous, but not so much so that I am not aroused. My heart is pounding and my mind is racing. We arrive at Mistress and Master's house and Sir pulls the van into the garage. We are early, as was previously arranged, so no one else has arrived as of yet. Sir, with his hand firmly holding my elbow, leads me into the house through the kitchen door that opens into the garage. Mistress and Master are both directing many people dressed in black around the kitchen and it takes them a moment to notice us. "Sir! How wonderful that you have come and brought us such a beautiful gift," Mistress exclaims when she notices us. "Bring her into the dinning room, we're ready for her now and everyone will be arriving soon." Sir and I follow Mistress through the bustling kitchen to a large, formal dinning room. Several of the black-clad servants help Mistress and Sir pull the chairs for the dinning room table back to the wall. The table itself is a beautiful formal dinning table of dark wood, polished to a high glossy sheen. Master is suddenly behind me, leaning to whisper into my ear. "You are beautiful and our guests will love you." Excitement rolls through my body and my arousal levels rise in accordance. Master reaches around me and unclasps my cloak. He then folds the edges back from my body and removes it from my shoulders. My eyes immediately find the floor when I realize that the servants are still in the room and I am now naked but for my restraints. "Come here, slave," Mistress beckons to me. I immediately cross to her. "Help me, please, Sir. We need to get her onto the table." Sir helps me sit on the edge of the table, then lifts my legs while Mistress lowers my head so that I am lying along the length of the table. "Master, be a dear and bring me the pillows from the den sofa," Mistress calls to her husband. When he returns with the requested pillows, Mistress places one under my head and neck and the other in the hollow between my buttocks and my back. She then fusses busily over me, moving my body from one side to the other, centering me on the table. When she has placed my body where she wants it, I hear the muted clink of chain and the loud click of that chain being clasped to my right ankle. I glance down across my body and see Mistress bend and lift another chain from the underside of the table and clasp it to my left ankle. The process is then repeated for both of my wrists. When all four of my extremities have been secured to the chains, Mistress calls to one of the servants and I see him drop to his knees and assume that he has crawled under the table. My suspicions are confirmed when I hear the clicking of chain and my bonds are tightened from under the table. In the end, I am bound tightly spread-eagled across the dinning table. Sir caresses my forehead and steps back as the servants begin to decorate the table around my body with flowers and fruit and other beautiful items. When they finish, I am at the center of a display of exotic flowers and tropical fruits; a whole new way to create a centerpiece that is both beautiful and edible. I wonder to myself what Martha Stewart might think of me and smile softly. Mistress comes into my line of sight and shows me a few things she has brought to the table. The first is nothing more diabolical than some rouge to take away some of my nervous pallor. Mistress lightly brushes the cosmetic color over my body, paying extra attention to my nipples, teasing them softly with the brush and smiling when my body reacts. My nipples tighten and my back arches. It is then that Mistress shows me what else she has brought. She grasps my right nipple and quickly places a small rubber washer around it, effectively trapping it in its erect state without cutting off the circulation. This process is repeated with my left nipple and the effect when she is finished is even more impressive than my own natural erect state. My nipples stand straight and tall and are extremely sensitive without being painful. Mistress touches them each again, satisfied with my reaction when I suck in a quick breath. Mistress then leaves my line of sight and I am left guessing what might be next in her bag of tricks. I feel her hand between my legs and my body jumps. Her fingers toy with my clit and my arousal levels rise again. "She is so beautiful, Sir. Our guests are going to love her," Mistress says. "We'll leave her here while the servants set the table. The other guests should be here any minute." I hear their voices fading, then hear the noises of the servants coming into the room and setting the table with formal china and full place settings. I wonder where Mistress and Master might have found a table large enough for what was currently being placed on it. In addition to my body and the various decorations around it, each place setting included all the formal plates, silverware, and crystal one might expect at a royal dinner. My eyes close and I rest, listening to the sounds of the house around me. A servant occasionally brushes a hand over my belly or breasts, keeping me aroused, but otherwise, no one touches me. I must have dozed off because the next thing I know is that people are coming into the dinning room and sitting down around the table. I hear several exclamations over the beauty of the centerpiece and my body flushes with pleasure. It is only a few moments before there are hands on my body, teasing my nipples to even higher attention and brushing over my pubis and lightly teasing in the opening of my pussy. "Where are your manners everyone?" I hear Mistress ask. "We cannot offend the cook by having desert before we eat his wonderful meal." Having said that, Mistress motions for the guests to sit and enjoy their meal. As the meal continues, hands brush my body at odd intervals. I am off balance and shocked by each contact, never knowing when the next one will come or where on my body it will be. Someone spills a few drops of cold water on my belly; someone else brushes their warm hands over the soles of my feet, then places an ice cube between my first and second toes. The sensation makes me jump which earns me a smart slap across my right breast from Master and a matching on across my left breast from Mistress. The meal continues through many courses, each one announced by the chef and applauded by the diners. As the meal winds down, the caresses of my body become bolder. The moment when dessert is announced, a hand reaches between my legs and a finger invades my body. My back arcs, lifting my breasts into more prominent display. "Wait, my eager friends, there is a price to be paid for sampling this very special desert," Master says. "Tonight's proceeds will be donated to the charity of the winner's choice." "Who will offer the most for the right to eat this special desert?" Mistress asks as the chef sprays whipped cream over my straining breasts. The chef tops each whipped cream covered breast with a large maraschino cherry and drizzles chocolate over the whole area. My eyes are closed and my breathing labored as the bidding begins. It tops the $100 mark, then $200, finally fetching up at $225. I open my eyes to see a grey haired head leaning over my body a moment before I feel the man's tongue delve into the whipped cream and unerringly seek out my taut and bound nipples. The man cleans each of my breasts thoroughly, spending extra time sucking the whipped cream and chocolate sauce from my nipples. He takes one of the cherries from the top of the sundae and sucks it clean before forcing it into my mouth. The sweetness is a shock, doubled when I feel the other cherry settle into my belly button. Finally, there is no more for the man to eat. He whispers, "Thank you, beautiful," to me and steps away from the table. "The next dessert up for bids needs no embellishment, ladies and gentlemen. What will the bid be for this succulent fruit?" Mistress asks, cupping my pussy and making me gasp. The bidding starts at $250 and rises quickly, stopping briefly at $900 until a finger invades my body and a comment is made about sweetness. From there, the bidding rushes on again, finally stopping at $1500. "Open your eyes, slave," Sir whispers in my ear. "See who paid so much to taste you." I open my eyes and see a very beautiful woman standing at the foot of the table. She kneels on a chair to reach me and caresses my thighs on her way up to reach my pussy. She smiles softly at me and my heart begins to hammer in my chest. When her tongue touches me, my heart seems to stop. My back arches painfully and I pull strongly against my bonds. Her tongue teases me in the ways I have always wanted to be teased during oral sex. She slides her tongue from the bottom of my lips, across the vaginal opening and over my clit slowly, deliberately, making me gasp and pant. I feel Sir take my hand and I grasp it tightly. My body writhes as much as my bonds will allow and I can feel an orgasm building within me. "Yes, beloved, you may cum," Sir whispers to me. In the next moment, the woman teases my clit while plunging a finger into my pussy and my body is overwhelmed with pleasure. As my scream of pleasure echoes through the dining room, the woman slips back to the floor and walks around the table to stand near my head. "Thank you, beautiful. You taste wonderful." I am still panting with my orgasm fading slowly, but I look closely at her and smile. Sir's hand brushes my hair out of my face and he kisses my forehead. "Almost done, slave. Are you ready?" "Yes, Sir," I whisper back. "There is one final treat from this centerpiece open for bid this evening," Mistress says loudly, as though trying to get my attention before proceeding. "How much will you pay to have the pleasure of this slave's body to use as you see fit, so long as she remains in her place on this table?" The bidding begins and I hear Sir's voice among the bidders. I also hear Master's voice bidding as the price rises. Finally, I hear the two conferring for a moment and a bargain is struck. They will share the cost of the high bid, but they will also share me. The chairs are pulled away from the table so that the two men have full access to my body from all angles. Some of the remaining decorations are removed from the table, leaving room for the men to kneel on the table or lean over particular areas. A moment before my eyes are coved with an impromptu blindfold made of one of the linen napkins from dinner; Sir's face is in my sight. He smiles and covers my eyes, leaving me to wonder: will I be able to tell the difference between the two men about to take me? Coherent thought is quickly chased from my mind as the hands descend upon my body. Fingertips caress my skin from my temples to my toes. I am being touched in so many places at once that I am certain more than Sir and Master must be enjoying the "centerpiece," but without my eyes I cannot be certain. When a hand clasps my breast at the same moment fingers invade my pussy, I gasp and arch my back as much as my bonds will allow. Fingers toy with my lips and I feel the table move a bit. A moment later, a cock is pressing against my lips where fingers had been only a moment before. I part my lips and a sweet tasting cock, different from Sir's presses into my mouth. I suckle this cock for a moment before it begins to move in and out of my mouth, pressing forward slowly and withdrawing quickly. I can feel an orgasm building just from the sensuous feel of this cock in my mouth and the idea that a room full of people is watching me suck it. Just when I think I cannot possibly feel any better, I feel hands caressing my thighs and the unmistakable feeling of a cock being brushed over my skin. This cock is pressed against my clit and my body jerks in response. The owner of this second cock rubs the head of it up and down my slit, teasing the opening of my pussy by pressing forward but not breaching me. I begin to moan around the cock in my mouth. Finally the cock teasing my pussy plunges into me and I am rocketed ever closer to my climax. As little as I can move under my restraints and the weight of the man on my chest, I manage to move my hips enough to increase the friction of this second cock in my pussy. I am moaning around the cock in my mouth and flexing my hands while being thoroughly fucked. My climax reaches its apex a moment before the man whose cock is in my mouth removes it and my scream of pleasure is allowed full voice. The man pumping vigorously in my pussy matches my frenetic movements and soon groans in pleasure and falls against my belly. I am panting and gasping for breath while my body twitches and strains in the aftermath of my orgasm. There are suddenly hands all over my body, caressing and soothing. Whispered praise is voiced as my awareness returns to the room in which I have been on display for the past several hours. I hear the clink of chain and my hands are brought around to rest on my chest. Another few clinks and my legs are slowly brought together. My cloak, recognizable by the scent of Sir's cologne, is draped over me and my body is gathered to the edge of the table where I lean against someone's chest. My blindfold is still blocking my vision. I hear the sounds of the party breaking up. I hear the negotiations of which charity will receive the proceeds of the night. I hear the soft breathing and whispered words of praise from the person holding me. Finally, Sir removes my blindfold and turns my body so that I can see him. His smile is enough to know that he is pleased. "Magnificent, slave!" Mistress says, coming into the room. "We will have to have you and Sir back again the next time we entertain. New Years Eve I woke up feeling sick, not really sure where I was or what I had been up to. The last thing I remember was doing shots of Tequila with about an hour left to the countdown to New Year. I staggered to my bath room, at least I had managed to get home in my drunken state. I sat down and had a pee....ouch! My pussy felt like it was on fire, a real burning sensation. It felt really tender down there, like after I lost my virginity. I looked in the mirror above the sink and was shocked at how bad I looked. I hadn't taken my makeup off, my pink lipstick was smudged around my lips and my skin looked really flaky. All of my hair was matted together and was all over the place. I splashed my face with warm water and wrapped a towel around my body. My breasts looked flaky too, whatever it was it appeared to be spreading down my body. Had I caught a skin disease from the towels at the gym? My head was pounding so I headed down stairs to the kitchen to get some paracetamol. There were empty beer and spirit bottles all over the place and dirty glasses strewn around. Must have been some party I threw! On the side by the microwave was a tape, it wasn't one of mine as I label them all. A post-it note just said "PLAY ME". Just then I felt my stomach churn and just made it to the sink in time to throw up. My mouth tasted disgusting, what the hell had I been drinking? I poured a large glass of water and went into my living room and put the tape into my camcorder. I winced as I sat down, I was really sore down there! The film started in the pub and showed lots of people absolutely up for it. They were all downing shots and playing drinking games, and it appeared that I wasn't very good at them as I was always the one drinking the forfeits. You could tell I was well gone, my face was very red and I was slurring when I spoke. The front of my top was hanging open revealing I was not wearing a bra, so much so that when I bent forward to pick up my drink you could see my nipples. Some of my girlfriends were looking a bit worse for wear too, but I was definitely more drunk than them all put together! The guys in our group didn't appear that drunk, I guess they could handle their drink better than us girls. We didn't know any of them, we must have got talking in the pub. As the film went on the countdown started for New Year. I couldn't recall any of it. As soon as the clock struck twelve everyone started cheering and screaming and hugging each other. All my girlfriends were kissing each other and wishing everyone "all the best". One of the guys I had been flirting with earlier in the night came up to me and kissed me on the cheek, but I turned my face towards him and gave him a full kiss on the lips. Someone else pulled me to him and asked if he could get a kiss for New Year too. "Why not", I said, and kissed him too. He had his and on my bum as he kissed me, getting a really good feel. It seemed like they were queuing up after that, I counted eight different guys snogging me, all of them having a grope of my body as we kissed. As the guy with the camera panned around there were guys and girls snogging everywhere. When it came back around to me I just shouted "party at mine". The screen faded out, and when it came back on there was a large group of people drinking and smoking in my house, music blasting out from my stereo. I was smoking, what I have no idea as I never smoke. My eyes were half closed, and as I lay back in the chair you could see right up my short skirt to the lacy white crotch of my thong. I don't know what the time was, but a few of my friends said they were going as their taxi was outside. We all kissed and hugged and a few of the guys said they were leaving too. I'm not sure, but it looked as though I was the only girl left in the house with about 5 guys. Six I think when you include the camera guy. One of them pulled me into the middle of the room and started dancing with me, his leg in between mine so as I ground onto him my skirt rode up, exposing my thong to the rest of the guys. I looked really into it, and kept working my lace covered pussy onto his leg. Someone else came up behind me and started dancing too, his hands on my hips, but then working up to my 36c breasts. My head went back as he pulled open my top and the guy in front lowered his mouth to a nipple, you could hear me moan as he sucked on it. I pushed the guys away from me and as I looked around the room I slipped off my top, dropping it to the floor. My skirt soon followed, leaving me in just my white thong. I was moving sexily to the music, wiggling my ass at the guys. There was a chant of "Take it off, take it off" and I didn't disappoint them. I hooked my thumbs into them and slowly slid them down, bending over with my bottom to the guys. When I stood up I faced them, letting them see my neatly trimmed "landing strip". I was astounded, I know I can be a flirt and I am not ashamed of my body, but I had never done anything like this before. What came next surprised me even more. "Now it's your turn, I want to see you all naked too", I slurred. It took less than a minute before I was in the middle of 5 naked guys, all but one of them sporting an erect cock. "What's the matter, don't I turn you on?" I moved towards him and reaching out with my hand I took hold of his cock. I began to stroke it, and in less than 20 seconds he was fully hard. "Guess I do!" I said. I dropped to my knees and spread my legs, and began to play with my clitty. "Move closer guys, I want to watch you all wank your cocks for me as I bring myself off." They all moved in as I fingered my wet pussy, their lovely hard cocks just inches from my face. I reached out with my other hand and began wanking one off. I soon found one of them pushing his cock to my lips and I flicked my tongue out and over the end of it before taking the end into my mouth and sucking it. I was alternating now between them all, I had stopped playing with myself and was now concentrating on wanking and sucking them all off. I sat watching myself on the video. I can't believe how slutty I looked. But the strange thing is how I found myself getting wet as I watched. It suddenly came to me what all the flaky "skin" was. It wasn't my skin, it was cum. Back on the screen I was still sucking and wanking 5 cocks, really getting into it. "I want you all to cum on me" I said, "Let me feel it all over me" I lay out on the floor and began fingering my pussy, then holding myself open so they could all see my hot, wet hole. Then it happened, the first stream of cum spurted out onto my belly, soon followed by another. This seemed to set the others off and soon I was getting it everywhere, on my face, my boobs and in my hair. I had one of them aim it right at my pussy, and I used it as lubricant as I jammed three fingers into myself. One of them pushed his cock into my mouth and I took a load down my throat. I collapsed on my back and let my hands roam over all the cum, rubbing it into my skin. The camera went all shaky as it was passed to someone else. The camera zoomed in as someone whose face I hadn't seen climbed between my legs. He was still fully dressed but had dropped his pants to free his cock. The camera was focused right on my pussy as he pushed his big cock into me. Even though it was on zoom you could tell he was very big, really thick around the girth. He wasted no time on letting me get used to it, he just started pounding into me. I sat watching the screen, my eyes glued to the sight of his now wet cock fucking me. I opened my towel and began to play with my clitty as I heard myself on the tape moaning"Fuck me". I could feel an orgasm building up inside, and as he thrust harder into me on tape I came, my pussy squirting out fluid onto my towel. When he withdrew I saw a large amount of cum drip from my well used pussy, and I watched myself scoop it up and lick it all off my fingers and swallow it all down. That's when the tape ended. I sat there bewildered, I had just watched myself have oral sex with 5 guys I don't know and get fucked by a man who's face I hadn't seen, yet I couldn't remember doing any of it. But worst of all, I enjoyed it. New Year's Eve 2014 Some of you knew, some of you may have suspected, but for those of you who had no inkling, I have been fighting a serious illness for the last six months. The photos that have been posted on my blog recently were taken New Year's Eve, when I dipped a toe back into my sexuality for the first time since the surgery last July. My sexuality had been dormant for the most part since then for a couple of reasons. One, my body needed to time to heal. The normal things that Master and I did for our sex play could not be immediately accommodated by my ravaged body. The surgery point needed time to heal without being damaged, and then there was the pain. But those things are beginning to get back to normal, so physically, I was getting there. Second was my psyche needing time to heal as well. It was like my sex drive was put in neutral. The feeling of being damaged goods. While Master and I still had sex, the activities were limited, and still are, although as you will read, the bounds are opening up a bit. He was hesitant to touch me, afraid to hurt me or damage me. I am happy to report that He is beginning to be more physical, more like the old "Master", but still protective of me. Besides being my Master, He is also my husband and life partner. So, he is protective of me. Master did turn to others for some of the things that I could not give him during this period. We have a quasi open marriage, as my followers know, so it is not unusual for Master to use other subs and slaves. It was somewhat hard on me, because now, Master was not using other women because of his voracious sexual appetite, but because I was unable to fulfill his needs. Other slaves or subs reading this will understand the hurt of not being physically able to serve your Master's needs. It is what we live for. Most notably, another Master who belongs to The Country Club, and who keeps a veritable harem of slaves and subs at his beck and call, loaned Master a comely wench who is a wonderful girl and nearly as perverted in the breadth of her sexuality as I am. She volunteered to serve Master. For the past five or so months she has crawled at his heel in The Country Club, attended orgies with him, even served his friends and clients as I did in the past. She moved in with us, although she did not share our bed. (I did note from time to time since she has been here, that Master would creep from our bed and go use her in the middle of the night.) She was very respectful of my condition and position, and never made any attempt to supplant me in my bed or in Master's heart. She was here to serve during my illness and even now remains, until I am back to full health. Her name is Judy. As the holidays approached, Master and I discussed what celebrations we would be having and attending, and what activities we would engage in. I expressed to Master that I wanted to try to participate in some fashion, as much as my health would allow. Master was pleased at this, but still protective, because some of our activities can get rough, particularly since we would be partying with a group of friends from The Country Club. Things have been known to get a bit rough there at times. For New Year's Eve, we would be dining in a private room at an exclusive restaurant. After dinner, we would retire to a nearby hotel, where the group had rented several rooms on the top two floors, enough that each of the eight couples would have a private bedroom, plus there would be ample space to play. The ample space was provided by the Royal Suite at the hotel. (I hesitate to describe it, since it might give away our location, but here goes.) The Royal Suite is a two story suite at the penthouse level. The upper level is on the top floor of the hotel and the lower level is on the next to top floor. There is a grand stairway that joins the two levels. Off of each central area, there are two bedrooms, and those bedrooms each connected to another, so the total was four bedrooms on each floor. The sitting lounges on each floor of the Royal Suite were sumptuously appointed with a scattering of divans, sofas, chairs, tables and chaises that would provide ample surfaces for our orgiastic activities. The hotel staff had draped the more dainty upholstery with coverlets and throws to protect the furniture as best they could. It helps that one of the couples in attendance just happened to be the hotel owner and his slave. By the way, one whole wall of the Royal Suite is glass, over looking the city skyline, and providing a spectacular view of the waterfront and the midnight fireworks, should anyone not be providing enough fireworks of their own. Everyone in attendance was aware of my condition, and some special accommodations were made for it. Unlike the other slaves, I would be allowed to remain partially clothed to protect and hide my surgery site. I had chosen a simple black velvet dress with a vee neckline and a flared modestly long skirt. Under that, I wore a black bra with white polka dots and black patterned pantyhose, which I was chagrined to find had full knitted in panties. You may refer to my blog for photos taken prior to departing for dinner. There is also a hotel hallway flash. grins Judy did not accompany us to dinner, but ate room service at the hotel and joined us for the later festivities. My own duties for the evening would be mostly "clean up", as you know if you follow my blog, one of my favorite activities, and light straight fucking and cock sucking. Nothing too strenuous, and certainly nothing corporal in nature. Dinner was exquisite. It is a trick to pick the right amount to eat before one of these parties. You want enough food to give you energy, but not enough to bloat you or make you sluggish. You wanted tasty, but not too garlicky, because you are going to be kissing numerous people over the course of the evening. Yes, we actually do kiss frequently as well as join other parts of our body. I had a small steak, creamed spinach and au gratin potatoes. Master had a huge tomahawk rib eye, French fries and broccoli rabe. The wine was a pleasant 1998 Chateau Berliquet. Champagne also flowed freely. Some of the other slaves' dresses for dinner were nearly scandalous. Each couple had their own waiter and some of the guys were new to serving our group, so they had difficulty keeping from staring. When we had finished eating, we were starting to get up to leave. The tabs were handled by the office, of course, not by being presented to us at the table. The limousines were summoned and coats were being fetched. Master called our waiter over and they spoke conspiratorially. He then brought the waiter over to me and placed my hand in his. "Tip him," He commanded. My stomach started doing flips. This was the first time since surgery that Master had shared me. A small step toward normalcy. The waiter led me into the kitchen and then into a short hallway behind. Off that hallway was the executive chef's office and he took me in there. The executive chef was in the office, but took no notice of us. The waiter sat me on the sofa in the office, and then stood in front of me. He unzipped his fly, and I fished his semi-hard cock out of his pants. I opened my mouth and slid him in, being careful not to knick him with my teeth. I reached into his pants and cupped his balls as my mouth started to work up and down his shaft. He moaned. A lot. I only worked on him for about five minutes before his hips started to jerk spasmodically. I knew he was close. My other hand went to his shaft and I began to jerk him off into my mouth, while my tongue and lips worked on the head of his dick. I could actually feel his balls tighten in my hand just before his cock spasmed in my mouth and I felt the gush of the first spurts of his semen. I swallowed rapidly as I could, which tended to massage his cock more and coaxed more and more cum into my waiting cum receptacle. I was back in my element, sucking a stranger's cock and eating his cum. When he had finished cumming, he seemed a bit unsteady on his feet, but the chef ordered him back to work. At this point, the chef got up from his desk, walked around the desk and up to me. I knew that Master would expect me to serve this man as well. He whipped the large apron tied about his waist up out of our way and over his shoulder. I was surprised to find that his cock was already out of his pants and at full attention. Apparently, he had been masturbating while he watched me suck off his waiter. I opened my mouth and my head bobbed on him with gusto. In what seemed no time at all, he was emptying his balls in my mouth. I did not swallow him, but opened my mouth to him to show him his cum on my tongue. Then I spit his seed into a trash can sitting next to the end of the sofa. The chef thanked me and showed me back to the banquet room where Master was waiting for me with my coat in his hand. We left the restaurant and headed to the hotel. On the way, I related what happened to Master in the chef's office and he told me I was a "Good girl." The best compliment a sub or slave can ask for. We arrived at the hotel and went directly to the Royal Suite. I could not help but stop and admire the beautiful view, the lights of the city arrayed before us. The water in the distance, where the fireworks would be. The sounds of women being fucked, or whipped echoing through the suite. Master and I went to our bedroom. Judy was there waiting for us. While Master removed his tux, Judy, who was already naked, helped me out of my clothes, pulling those confounded pantyhose off my legs last. I put my suede strappy shoes back on, and stood in just my bra. Master kissed me, and pushed me onto my back on the bed. Judy sucked him just long enough to get him ready for me, and then gently guided his cock into my dripping cunt. He supported his weight on his arms and pumped me slowly but strongly. Just right. I was quickly building to an orgasm, but Master withheld his permission to cum. All the while, Judy was behind him, licking his balls and ass from behind. Her hand, cupping my mound, with her fingers on my clit made it difficult to hold back. Master withdrew and stood without cumming, his cock bobbing in front of him, glistening with my juices. Judy quickly grabbed it in her mouth, and sucked him clean. But Master pushed her away, and presented his cock to me. "No, Judy, that is Kristen's job tonight." I sat up and took him into my mouth and licked him clean. He pushed me away when I tried to suck him off. "Master, we BOTH need to cum!" "Not a chance, girl. I want you horny, and I have a bevy of women to fuck before I am ready to cum!" We left the room and went to the upper floor of the Suite, where most of the action was. There seemed to be bodies everywhere, almost all naked, in various acts of wanton sex. In one corner, one girl was sandwiched between two guys, a cock in her ass and pussy. In another corner, two guys were taking turns whipping a slave tied over a coffee table. Two girls were sharing a cock between them, passing it back and forth, each trying to outdo the other with their oral talents. Judy and Master wandered off hand in hand, and I took up residence on one of the chaises, waiting for my first "customer." I did not have long to wait. The girl who was being double penetrated came over to me, and asked me to clean her. Apparently, both men, who were now sitting panting on the sofa where they had fucked the girl, had cum, one in her ass and one in her pussy. Copious amounts of cum were running out of both holes and down her legs. Considering her condition, I decided the best thing would be for her to lie on her back on my chaise, and lift her legs up, presenting both holes to me. She took up position, and I went to work. First, I licked as much cum from her legs as I could. Sucking and licking, I cleaned her thighs right up to her crotch. Then I went about cleaning her vagina. I locked my mouth over her opening, and sucked as hard as I could. At the same time, she squeezed, which pushed a huge glob of cum into my mouth, which I quickly swallowed. I used my tongue to probe her hole, and clean as much cum as possible out of her. Next I dipped down to her ass. I used my hands to pry apart her ass cheeks and then shoved my tongue up her rectum. I scooped out as much of the guy's cum as I could and sucked her asshole like a straw, to clean her. I used my fingers to probe farther up her ass, at last getting as much cum out as possible. The only thing that could have cleaned her better was an enema... which I would have administered in one of the bathrooms, had she requested. When she was clean, I sucked her clit until she came. That way, she was already lubricated for the next cock. She thanked me with a tongue in my mouth and moved on. As it turned out, the next two customers I had were the two guys who had just double penetrated the girl. I sat on my chaise and pulled the first cock to me. Now my purpose in cleaning these two guys is two-fold. First to clean any body fluids off of them. Secondly, to act as "fluffer" so they are ready for their next sexual encounter. I took the first guy's flaccid penis into my mouth and ran my tongue all over it. I used my own saliva to wash him, and swallowed all the juices, both male and female that came loose. Once he felt, and smelled clean, I worked him in and out of my mouth, sucking him, and bringing him to the beginnings of an erection. At that point, he asked me to stop, so that he could have his next partner really get him going. The second man stepped up to me and before I even got him to my mouth, I knew which hole he had been in. Not that it was particularly offensive, just distinctly different. I began my work, sucking on his cock, lathing and cleaning him.. When he was clean, he told me to stop, and then told me that he had to urinate. This does not happen too often in an orgy. Most guys take pity on the clean up girls and use the toilet. But the rule is that if the guy does not feel like leaving the orgy to take care of business, it is up to the clean up girl to take care of all his needs. So I told him to go slow, as it had been a while, and then I took him into my mouth. I prepared myself. He let loose a brief stream of piss and I swallowed. Then he let go another short spurt and I swallowed. Now some might think he was just being cooperative in prolonging the process. But I know this guy, and he is a Sadist. He enjoyed prolonging it, because it prolonged my humiliation. However, since his piss was rather bland, not strong tasting, it also tended to wash away the ass taste. When he was finished, he asked me to open my mouth, and he spat in it. I almost creamed my chaise, since, as my followers know, I love humiliation! Then he left, looking for another victim to torture. I took this opportunity to go into the toilet. I first purged my stomach because I did not fancy having a gut full of that guy's piss all night. Then I used mouthwash to clean up and bit, washed my face and went back out to serve as agreed. The next person to approach me was a girl. She asked to queen me, so I sat on the floor and laid my head back on the chaise. I felt a twinge of pain, but not too bad. The girl then straddled me, and sat on my face, her vagina plastered directly over my mouth. My nose was up her asshole. She wiggled her ass and squeezed her cunt muscles, which sent a torrent of cum, from Lord knows whose cock into my mouth. I swallowed and then dutifully shoved my tongue up her fuck hole, licking and sucking it clean of all the slime there. She rose and thanked me, and was immediately pulled over to a sofa and bent over the arm by one of the Masters who then rammed his cock exactly where my tongue had been moments before. He rode her hard, and she grunted with each thrust of his mammoth cock. Judy was next to approach me. She practically ran from one of the bedrooms and over to the chaise where I was sitting. She grabbed my head, and holding me by the top of my head and a hand under my chin, she tilted my head back, forcing my mouth open. She then proceeded to dribble a huge load of cum out of her mouth into mine. That's called snowballing. She had to spit the last bit and then said, "Don't swallow that yet... it is from your Master. He only made four more after you before he came and he shot off into my mouth. Told me to bring it to you. He does love you, you know! Now, give it back! I earned the right to swallow it!" I looked Judy in the eyes, shook my head, and swallowed my Master's seed. We both laughed and Judy ran off toward the bedroom again, throwing over her shoulder, "I'll just have to go get another!!" Master Roger was next. He came over, and after I cleaned his cock of some slave's cunt juices, he asked me to suck him off. Since he had just cum, it did take a while but I loved that he valued my oral skills enough to want me to service him. That is pretty much the way I spent most of my evening, licking cum from pussies and asses and cunt juice from cocks. In between serving, I consumed a large amount of champagne, and snacked lightly. After all, I did get a healthy serving of my favorite snack, semen, multiple times during the evening. At midnight, the festivities slowed long enough to watch the ball drop over Times Square on a huge TV screen that seemed to fill an entire wall. Master and I kissed at Midnight, and then we each kissed Judy, too, before she was dragged off by another Master who wanted her to suck his cock. Master and I stood at the huge window, watching the fireworks over the water in the distance. Quite unexpectedly, someone approached me from behind, and pushed me forward against the glass, bending at the waist over the railing which ran all along the inside of the windows. My face was pressed to the glass, but I turned and looked at Master who was still standing next to me. It was a struggle not to drop my champagne flute. I did not know who was behind me, but quite suddenly, he shoved his cock all the way up my cunt, and proceeded to fuck me roughly, while he held me against the glass. Master looked into my eyes and smiled at me. He watched me get fucked, his face close to mine, sometimes sipping his champagne, sometimes touching his fingers gently against my cheek. He watched as two more Masters took advantage of my willing cunt, although only two of the three actually came in me. I did end up with a bit of cum on my nether lips. It might have been running down my legs, had the men not had previous encounters with other fuck toys earlier in the evening. Judy escorted me over to the chaise, and she performed the task for me that I had performed for others so many times over the evening. I came as she licked me clean. The orgy was winding down. Now, mostly, it was slave on slave, in little miniature tableaux, putting on shows for the Masters, who were pretty much fucked out. It is during this period that we slaves usually get to cum, under the expert oral ministrations of the other slaves. Master, Judy and I did not participate, but we retired to our bedroom, and slept together for the first time, Master in the middle. We awoke to the New Year, and I hope to my continued recovery. Happy New Year to all my followers and readers. New Years Eve Not knowing how to respond to Marie's anger I stared silently letting the emotions of anger and guilt try to direct me. Marie only stared at me with a vindictive look that told me that her only thoughts were to hurt and anger me. Finally the anger I was feeling allowed me to turn and walk away from Marie. I quickly put on my shoes as she stared silently and turned one last time before slipping out the front door without speaking another word. It was now 6:30 a.m. and the sun was starting to rise. The night was over and I was afraid we had changed our marriage forever. I drove home trying not to picture what may be happening at David and Ann's house and how I would deal with it once Marie returned home. By 7:00 I was lying in bed so tired that all I wanted was sleep but in such turmoil sleep would not come. Suddenly I heard the front door slam shut. Marie was home. She had only stayed at David's for 15 minutes after I left? I laid in bed quietly, glad Marie was home but not prepared for a confrontation about what had occurred. Feigning sleep did not help as Marie barged into the bedroom and screamed that our marriage was over, I could go fuck whoever I wanted because obviously I enjoyed others more than her. I didn't have a response that I thought would satisfy Marie so I only stared at her. It only took moments for her to grab a pillow and storm out of our bedroom pulling the door shut behind her and then slamming the door to the spare bedroom as she entered it. Marie was home though and I knew sleep would help the situation. As Marie slept in the spare room I was able to drift off. At 10:00 a.m. I awoke to Marie sliding into bed beside me. She laid her body close to me but facing away. I didn't move for a moment, taken by surprise that she had returned to our bed. I couldn't resist reaching out for her though. I needed to know how she would react to my touch and something inside me made me need to touch her. As I moved closer to her she pushed her ass back against me. I hesitated for a moment but then allowed myself to push towards her. Marie was clearly grinding her hips, forcing her ass against my hard on. I didn't understand what had changed or how but I knew that I needed my wife. I reached under the covers and slid my underwear off and then pulled Marie's panties down her thighs to her knees where she was able to lift one leg and remove it. I softly nudged Marie who rolled onto her stomach parting her legs for me. I pushed myself inside her, not a word being spoke but only our moans as the tempo of our love increased. Everything that had happened rushed through my head as my strokes became faster and deeper. All the emotions created frantic lovemaking until I exploded inside Marie and collapsed onto her back, continuing to grind my semi-hard cock into her wet inviting pussy. As my cock slipped out of Marie I rolled to the side and soon we were both asleep. The telephone rang at 12:00 waking us again. Marie answered, had a short discussion and laid back down facing me. Not knowing what else to say I apologized for letting things happen that shouldn't have, apologizing for not protecting Marie for something that was alcohol induced. Marie kept repeating that she didn't understand how it all happened. How would she ever face David and Ann again? How can she live with what she did? As we talked any memories that had been dulled by sleep came rushing back for both of us. We did not mention details but talked about what had occurred between the four of us. Between explanations and apologies I reached down and kissed Marie's lips. She responded and soon soft kisses were replaced by forceful and passionate kisses. Marie's hand was soon on my cock rubbing and stroking as our kisses continued. My lips slipped down to Marie's breasts and kissed her nipples gently sliding each one into my mouth and playfully dragging them between my teeth as Marie laid back moaning and gyrating her hips. My kisses traced a trail down Marie's stomach until I met the patch of hair above her parted lips. My tongue darted between her lips probing and licking. My mouth was buried in her pussy before I even considered how much come had been pumped into Marie in the last 12 hours. Still I licked and sucked until Marie's hips rose from the bed and pushed against my mouth, her muscles clinched as she came and collapsed back to the bed. I was immediately on top of her and inside her wet pussy. I scooped both of Marie's legs and draped them on my shoulders. By leaning downward I pinned Marie against the mattress as I pounded into her as hard and fast as I could. Marie's eyes were closed and my thoughts carried between my own feeling and curiosity about what Marie was imagining. These thoughts drove me harder; with each thrust I would shake Marie's body as she accepted my thrust. Soon I felt come welling up inside me and I released into Marie's pussy stopping mid-thrust to unload. I allowed Marie's legs to roll from my shoulders and I curled next to her once again finding comfort in sleep. Marie and I awoke later that afternoon. We made love again that night with the same passion that had occurred twice earlier in the day. After that day though we have never discussed in specifics what happened that night. I still wonder what Marie's thoughts are and often contemplate the possibility of recreating that night or something similar. Hmmmmmmmm. New Years Eve Kathryn made one last check of her costume in the full-length mirror before her. She was dressed as a medieval maiden. A long slim dress, the bodice snug and low cut. The pleated skirt fell from a gold girdle at her hips, and the tight sleeves ended in a point on top of her hands. It was made of a silky, stretchy fabric that fell in heavy folds around her body. Her blonde hair was made waist length by cleverly applied extensions and was kept under control by a simple gold coronet. On her feet were soft leather pointed-toed shoes. The outfit made her feel beautiful and seductive - Maid Marion crossed with Lady Godiva (before she undressed and got on the horse!) And to think that the last time they were wearing dresses like was at least 700 years ago. Taking a deep breath, she left her room. The New Year's Eve fancy dress ball was being held in a Tudor manor house about an hours drive north of London. Most of the walls were covered in heavy oak panelling and as Kathryn swept down the grand straircase, she admired large oil paintings of various members of the family going back to Henry VIII. Looking down on the huge entrance hall, she could see the party was already in full swing. And how sumptuous and colourful everyone was. She could see all the grand ladies and romantic heroes of history. All in obviously bespoke costumes. This was definitely an up market fancy dress party. Not a gorilla suit or a Tarzan in sight. She took a glass of champagne from a passing waiter and strolled around the periphery of the throng on the dance floor. She smiled as she caught the eye of Marie Antoinette. Kathryn still hadn't found her friend Sophie, who's fiancé Jake's house they were in and who had invited her to this fancy dress ball to end all fancy dress balls. In a mood to explore, and knowing Jake wouldn't mind, she wandered off into a quiet room. She discovered a beautiful antique chess board on a low table in front of a large fire. The exquisitely carved wooden pieces were set up for a new game. The only light in the room came from the fire, the flickering of which revealed walls of leather bound books. She sat down on a large squashy cushion at the white side of the board and lightly fingered the delicate carving on the chessmen. The white pieces were made of ivory, yellowed with age. The black pieces looked to be of highly polished ebony. She suddenly had the feeling she was no longer alone. Glancing over her shoulder she saw Othello – well, he was tall and black and dressed in breeches and high boots. The whiteness of the lace on his shirt stood out against his dark skin. He even had a sword! He paused in the firelight looking impossibly romantic, then strode over to the board and sat down opposite Kathryn. He picked up the Black Queen and regarded the piece thoughtfully. 'Do you play?' Kathryn asked. 'Of course. You?' His voice was exotic – with a slight accent she couldn't place. 'Yes' 'Would you like a game?' 'Sure' 'What shall we play for?' 'Isn't winning enough? 'Why don't we play for something more....interesting?!' 'What did you have in mind? He paused, as if pondering the question. 'How about one item of clothing' He paused again. 'Or a kiss, for each lost piece?' He fingered the Black Queen as he looked directly into Kathryn's face, daring her to accept. His eyes were very dark and his only expression a hint of a smile. 'Okay' Kathryn said. Kathryn was white, so got the first move. He put his Queen back in place next to the black King. She moved a pawn. He did the same. She brought out a bishop, along the diagonal. He deployed one of his knights in its characteristic L shape. Another pawn, then the white Queen was on the attack. The Queen is the most powerful piece on the board, being able to move wherever she likes. She is the most aggressive in the role as defender of her King. Slowly, troops were mobilized, and the board started to look cluttered. There needed to be some captures. The first casualty was one of Kathryn's knights. 'It's begun' she thought. 'So, what's it to be?' he said, with a gleam in his eye. 'Clothing or a kiss?' He removed the piece from the board. Kathryn reached down under the table and removed one of her soft leather shoes. With a defiant flourish she handed it to him. 'Thank-you. Your move' he said. She moved her bishop in a forced, and as it turned out, ill - advised attack. He was merciless in relieving her of it. She met his gaze and handed him her other shoe. Kathryn was quickly realising that she was totally outclassed in this game, but found herself becoming more and more excited by the prospect of undressing herself for the handsome stranger opposite whose name she didn't even know. But she could sense he wanted a sporting game, even though he had the upper hand. So, in a flash of inspiration and opportunity, she trapped him in a knight's fork. 'Check!' And was gratified by his look of surprise, albeit swift and fleeting. 'What's your name, by the way?' Kathryn asked, before he could make his move. 'Andrew. You?' 'Kathryn' said Kathryn. 'You're in check' she reminded him. 'Yes. I know' To save his King, Andrew would loose his castle – a valuable piece. He moved the King to safety and Kathryn claimed the captured castle. Looking him in the eye, she picked up the piece and ran her index finger along its length, feeling the intricacies of the workmanship and admiring the sheen on the ebony. She circled the little turret carved at the top before bringing it to her lips, letting the tip of her tongue linger in the indentation before kissing it. Andrew felt a frisson. The blatantly erotic gesture was not lost on him. 'So what will you give me?' Andrew gazed at her, wondering. Then he stood up and leant over the table and touched his lips to hers. Her lips were full and soft and he was stunned to find her pushing her tongue into his mouth and kissing him back with surprising passion. The frisson became a throb. Kathryn broke the kiss and said, 'Thank-you. Your move' Without a pause, Andrew captured her remaining bishop. 'Well?' He smirked. She leant back slightly and slowly pulled up her skirt. Andrew watched her run both hands up her leg to the lace stocking top that was exposed and peel it off, seeing every inch of smooth tanned leg that was revealed, all the way down to her scarlet toe nails. Kathryn deposited the silky thing in the middle of the board. He scooped up his winnings and added it to the shoes on the floor beside him. Andrew wondered how he'd fallen into this situation. Here he was in a gorgeous old library, in front of a roaring fire, with an obviously antique chess set that was probably worth a fortune, sitting opposite a beautiful woman in a low cut gown who was up for strip chess!! That she played chess at all! He'd never played with a woman before, (not chess, anyway!) let alone one who was so.... alluring. When Kathryn had put her tongue in his mouth, his cock had given a delighted kick even before his brain had time to be surprised. Now he had that delicious tingly, semi aroused feeling that was made even better by not having to hide it - he sensed arousal in her too. And even though he knew he was the better player, he also knew he now had a natural handicap – not all his blood was serving his brain, some of it was maintaining a pre erection, too. 'Are you here alone? He said, by way of a distraction. Kathryn smiled at the predictable question. 'I am, actually. Sophie and I have been friends since school. Jake, her fiancé hosts this ball every year. She invited me to meet him. They're getting married in June' 'Yeah, I know. Jake was my best man. I'm to be his, too.' 'So are you here with your wife? 'She's around somewhere.' He said, dismissively. 'She and I don't have much in common anymore. I fulfilled my usefulness to her when our second son was born. She believes her sexual obligation to me is over.' 'Ah' Andrew was the better player but as they continued the game, he found that Kathryn was a quirky and unpredictable opponent. She made moves he didn't expect, and boldly moved her pieces up the board, not scared of exchanging. She knew that however good her opponent, the fewer pieces he had the more difficult it would be for him to beat her, and that she may be able to force a stalemate or a draw. Kathryn moved her remaining knight to threaten his. Hers was protected by a pawn so it would be an exchange, if he chose to. He did. Removing her knight, he held it in his palm and silently waited to see what she would do. More clothing? Or would she kiss him. She hadn't taken up the kissing option yet. Still, he enjoyed watching her undress for him, but she didn't have much left to remove. By his reckoning, she had a dress, one stocking, her coronet and (he supposed), bra and knickers. Although given how she'd responded when he'd kissed her, he wasn't prepared to bet on the bra and knickers! Andrew watched as she lifted her gown again and peeled the other stocking down the other equally brown leg. He couldn't be entirely sure, but he thought he caught a glimpse of black lace in the process. 'So she's wearing knickers, then' he thought. Kathryn took Andrew's knight with the pawn. 'Why don't you get rid of some of those clothes' she teased. 'As my lady wishes' he said and with a flourish, unclipped his sword and handed it to her ceremoniously. The big grandfather clock in the corner recorded the passing hour and Andrew was still fully clothed, but several moves ago, Kathryn had lost her queen. Andrew had secretly hoped that she'd opt for the kiss this time, given that she'd nothing left to take off but her dress and he wasn't sure she'd remove such a significant item and leave herself practically naked, and it was a major piece to loose. But again she'd surprised him. She'd stood up and turned her back to him, inviting him to unzip her. He'd pulled the zip all the way down to the small of her back, almost to the start of the crease of her ass, noting the lack of a bra. Kathryn had turned around to face him and slowly peeled the dress off her shoulders, letting her hands linger over large but firm breasts. She'd closed her eyes briefly as her thumbs stroked the nipples, already erect. Andrew had wondered if she'd remembered he was even there. But then she'd fixed him with bold and brazen eyes as the dress fell to her feet with a whisper, and she'd stood before him in the black lace panties he'd glimpsed earlier. She'd heard a muffled intake of breath. His eyes had raked up and down her body taking in the breasts, tanned like the rest of her, narrow hips, nice round ass and long, long legs. For her to be so sexy and a chess player and to look like this was almost criminal. Now Kathryn sat before him wearing nothing but the gold coronet in her hair and the black lace knickers. Suddenly she picked up the White King, kissed it and laid it on it's side – the standard signal that she was conceding the game and retiring. She was tired of the game in front of her and more in favour of the sexual one she and Andrew had been playing. And how could she concentrate now she sat effectively naked before him? Andrew nodded, stood up and headed for the door. Behind her, Kathryn heard the sound of a key turning, then a few seconds later he was beside her. Andrew picked up the sword he'd given her earlier and unsheathed it. The blade reflected the firelight. 'This isn't a replica, you know' he told her as he gently rested it on one of her brown shoulders. 'My father is a collector. He keeps all his weapons in battle ready condition' He brought the blade up and over her head to the other shoulder as if to knight her. 'This is extremely sharp' Kathryn felt vulnerable but aroused. He pulled back slightly so that just the tip of the sword touched her skin, ever so lightly. 'Lean back. I won't hurt you.' Andrew instructed. She lay back on the squashy cushions as he traced a line from her shoulder to one nipple, then the other, circling each with surgically sharp steel. Being touched so lightly by something so deadly was unexpectedly exciting. Each nipple hardened with the touch of the blade. And Kathryn relaxed. A bit. Andrew continued down between her breasts to her belly button, where he laid the tip, just hard enough to make her breath in to avoid being pricked. 'Open your legs a little' he said. She did as she was told. He trailed the blade down over her mound, running the tip up and down her slit, teasing her through the filmy fabric. Kathryn's body was tense and alert. She watched his face intently, his eyes seeking hers from time to time, to gauge her response. Not as if he needed to. Her body was taught and arched towards him. Her nipples were like little pebbles and he could see how her panties were opaque with lusty lubrication. She held her breath every time the steel touched her. She was so wet that on each pass of the sword, her panties stuck to her and pushed into her a little more, so Andrew was rewarded with the sight of her cunt through the shadow of black lace, the fabric moulding itself to her. Now he moved the sharp steel towards each side, where ribbons held the garment together. In two swift moves, he cut the ribbon, and with a flick of the sword, divested her of the last item of clothing. She lay before him, naked and needy. 'Andrew' she cried. 'For Gods sake, get those fucking clothes off!' 'Are we a little desperate?!' He teased, as he lay the sword down and kneeled over her. He leaned over her and took one hard nipple into his mouth, then the other. While he suckled her delightful tits, his fingers explored the neatly trimmed pussy he'd so recently exposed. Kathryn had never felt so open and fleshy, as he ran his middle finger along her slit and worked it into her. He fucked her with one finger, alternately flicking it over her clit. Then he added another finger and Kathryn moaned and ground her hips under his hand as he pushed deeper into her, flexing the fingers up to tease her G spot. With his mouth pulling on her nipples and his fingers fucking her hot little hole, Kathryn was groaning and unable to keep still. She couldn't ever remember being so wet and although his fingers were delicious, she wanted his cock. She wanted to be filled with hard black cock. But his fingers were going to make her come - she felt the tell tale signs creeping up her thighs making her ass muscles contract. She knew she was close. She came with a cry all over his hand and clung to him, whimpering. He'd never seen a woman come so quickly, and now Andrew was desperate to be inside her. He felt the insistent throb of balls full to bursting. As she came down, he struggled out of his Tudor pants and Kathryn was at last treated to the sight of him, ready for action, fat and hard. Swiftly, she reversed their position so that he was now lying on his back and she straddled his hips like he had her. While she leant over him and stared into his eyes, she dragged her saturated slit up and down the underside of him, coating him in her cum and pussy juice. And he thought he was hard before! She reached down and positioned him at her opening and seemed to inhale him into her. And it felt to him like he was entering an inferno, she was so hot. Andrew got ready to slam into her, but she wouldn't let him. She held herself so that her tight entrance fucked only his swollen knob. Kathryn watched his face – his eyes were closed, but his expression was tense. She knew he wouldn't let her tease him like this for long. Suddenly, his eyes jerked open. 'You bitch!' he growled. 'I'm going to fuck you so hard' He grabbed her hips and impaled her down to his balls and in a swift motion rolled them over so he was on top again, and slammed his cock into a cunt that hugged every centimetre of him, root to tip, tighter than he could ever remember. And Andrew realised that he couldn't hold back the feeling any longer, and let himself come, roaring as he emptied his balls into Kathryn's hot, tight pussy. And as he went through the agonies of his orgasm, Kathryn caught a glimpse of the victorious Black King over his shoulder, glinting in the firelight. New Years Eve My wife, Laurie, and I have been together since we were teenagers, married when I was 20 and she was 18. We have been married for 22 years now, and have both had a number of interesting sexual adventures. Since we married young, and had limited sexual experience, we agreed that an open relationship would be the best option for us to be able to learn and grow sexually without the temptation of cheating. Our only rule was there were to be no secrets; the other had to know when one was playing. During the first six years of our marriage, before we had children, Laurie experienced about a dozen different lovers, and I had a few. I only got to watch and/or join with one of those men (my best friend), as she did not let on to the others that I knew what was happening. I, however, got to hear all the details afterward, and even experienced "sloppy-seconds" after a few of them. This really added spice and experience to our relationship. I would often have her describe one or more of her encounters while I fingered her or feasted on her always-wet pussy. This never failed to make me hard as an iron bar, and always led to really hot sex between us. When we started having children, Laurie curtailed her activities, eventually stopping them altogether by the time our fourth child was born. Even though I would encourage her to explore, she said she no longer had the urge to have sex with others. She cited her weight gain from the pregnancies and not feeling right about living that lifestyle while being a mother as reasons. And, since we were in this "together", I also stopped my activities with others, though I still had a strong interest in it, which was often fueled by the letters in your magazine. Over the next ten years, our sex life was good, though somewhat predictable. I occasionally brought up the subject of opening our marriage, or swinging, to bring back the fire, but was usually met with resistance. Then, last year she started to show some interest in playing again, but only in conversation. She still maintained that she couldn't "do that again", even though she admitted it was fun in the past. I maintained hope that I could fan the spark of interest into a flame, but wasn't holding my breath. On New Year's Eve of this year we were invited to a friend's house for small party. Randy and Laura are a married couple like us, with four children. Randy is a laid-back guy in his mid-fifties who is intelligent and easy to talk to, and Laura is a bubbly blonde in her mid-thirties who enjoys flirting. She and I had flirted innocently in the past and I looked forward to flirting with her at the party, but had no notion of going further. The four of us, along with a few of their neighbors, enjoyed the party greatly, consuming a good amount of Randy's homemade wine, plenty of beer, and several tequila shooters. Laura flirted heavily with me and a few of the others, even whispering "tonight's the night" in my ear while groping my crotch. Her actions didn't bother Laurie since they were good friends. In fact, I noticed Laurie getting caught up in the fun and doing some flirting of her own. Again, I thought nothing of the flirting, because I didn't expect anything to happen. Just after midnight three men who were friends of Laura and Randy showed up. I didn't know any of them, but Laurie had met them previously through Laura. They were drunk from another party when they arrived and joined right in the revelry. We talked, joked, played darts, and drank for the next few hours. Laurie talked a lot with one of the guys, whose name is Gabe. Randy and Laura do not allow smoking in their house because one of their children has asthma, so smokers went to Randy's wine cellar, which is vented to the outside, for a cigarette when they wanted one. At one point, I noticed Laurie and Gabe had been missing from the room for about 15 minutes. I was told that Gabe went for a smoke and Laurie, who doesn't smoke, went with him to continue their conversation. When they returned, I noticed a sparkle in her eyes and a glow on her, but wrote if off as a side-effect of her drinking. Near 3:00am the party started to break up. The neighbors went home, and the rest of us were given blankets to crash on the floor, since we were in no condition to drive. Randy went upstairs to bed, but Laura decided to crash on the floor with the rest of us. I ended up lying between Laura and Laurie on the floor, snuggling off and on with both of them. Sometime after we had all fallen asleep I woke to find Laurie not beside me. I assumed she went to use the bathroom and waited for her to return. At one point I thought I heard kissing and then the sound of a wet blowjob going on in the hallway just outside the rec-room, but wasn't sure. After waiting awake for Laurie a few more minutes, I decided to check the bathroom to see if she was alright. When I got to the bathroom, it was empty, so puzzled I continued on. When I got to the door of Randy's wine cellar, I heard moaning and a soft rhythmic slapping sound. Not believing my ears, I opened the door. The soft glow of the light from the hallway illuminated my naked wife bent over, with Gabe enthusiastically fucking her from behind with a cock that looked to be nearly 2 inches longer than mine. Even in my drunken state, my cock sprang to attention, giving me one of the strongest hardons I had experienced in years. Gabe and Laurie were noticeably shocked. Bboth of them exclaimed, "Oh my God!", and tryied to cover themselves up. I stepped into the room, leaving the door ajar just enough to let some light in, and said, "Can I join?", while unfastening my pants. Fearing my anger, neither of them made a move, until I asked again if I could join and put my hands on Laurie's shoulders, urging her to go down on me. She opened her mouth and hungrily began giving me one of the hottest blowjobs ever. This convinced Gabe that I wasn't angry, so he moved back into place behind her and pushed his 8-inch cock back into her pussy. It made a wet, sloppy sound as it filled her up, and she moaned loudly around my prick. While he was pounding her, he fondled her swinging 38D breasts, causing her to moan more when he pinched her large nipples. Gabe fucked my wife deeply for several minutes, commenting on her wet, tight pussy, and saying how hot ,and what a good girl she was. Then, he pulled out and turned her around saying, "you fuck your wife". I was only too happy to sink my cock where his had just been, while watching her orally worship his big prong. She worked on his cock like there was no tomorrow. As soon as I plunged into her pussy, I could tell I was not only fucking in her hot juices, but also a load of his sticky cum. Knowing he had already cum in her and seeing her slobber on his hardon made me fuck her even harder. After a few minutes of fucking, I slid my thumb into her asshole, which always brings her off. At that time, I discovered my surprises were not over for the night. Her asshole was stretched and full of sticky cum, too! I was the only man who had ever fucked her ass, but not anymore!! This drove me totally wild and I came uncontrollably, adding a huge load to the one already in her pussy. As soon as I finished, she spun around and knelt down to clean off my spent dick and keep it from going soft. While she was kneeling and sucking me, I reached down to finger her and found that Gabe had slid under her and pushed his penis into her from below. The feeling of her pussy stretched around his hard cock was incredible. He fucked her hard like this for a few minutes, and then grunted several times as he filled her pussy with its third load of the night. As Gabe lay exhausted on the floor, Laurie turned and cleaned off his now-limp cock. Since I was still hard, I took the opportunity to slide into her tight, but well-used, and well-lubed backside. The feeling was unbelievable, and intensified by the feeling of my balls slapping into the cum that was running out of her pussy. After a few minutes of this Laurie announce that she was getting dizzy from all her orgasms and needed to stop, so I reluctantly pulled out. However, I was so close to cumming that I sprayed all over her face and breasts with just a few strokes of my hand. The three of us then cleaned up and got dressed. We emerged from the wine cellar to find the sun rising for the first time of the New Year. All of the others were still asleep, but awoke shortly. Laurie and I gathered our things and headed home, tired but extremely satisfied. On the way home we talked about what happened and agreed it had been exciting and exhilarating. Laurie admitted that her disappearance earlier had resulted in her giving Gabe what she called an awesome blowjob and swallowing a large load of his cum. She also admitted that he had already fucked, and came in, her pussy and asshole before I discovered them. We discussed repeating the experience and/or having others. I told Laurie I didn't expect or want her to be with a different man every week, but I wanted to expand our circle of friends and expand our horizons to include some adult fun once in a while. She agreed to try it, as long as it was kept away from our family and current friends. Since then, nothing is the same as it was. We have joined a small swing club in a nearby town and have made some new friends, both in and out of the bedroom. We have had a handful of very hot threesomes, and Laurie has experienced the touch of another woman for the first time while I watched, which was a hot experience in itself. We haven't repeated with Gabe, but Laurie said she would welcome it if the opportunity presented itself. This was not our first experience, but it was one of the most exciting, and the most unexpected. The fun that this chance turn of events has led to makes me want to share it with your readers. I have a feeling there will be other letters to follow this one. New Year's Eve This definitely wasn't one of my favorites. I wrote it from a combination of different experiences. Both being the exhibitionist and the voyeur. I tried to capture the excitement of both but for some reason.. well, why don't you read for yourself and you let me know. :) As always, I *LOVE* feedback. I'll throw in a kiss for every feedback I get. ;) Be well and safe! Vic * * * * * He led her down the street. It was cold. He hope it would snow soon. He enjoyed the winter season more than any other. Aside from the way the city looked all covered in white, it seemed more quiet and peaceful. No hussle and bussle. Tonight. It wasn't snowing. It was New Years Eve. People running around everywhere, trying to get to Times Square to see the ball drop. When he had heard that she had wanted to go there, his heart dropped. He had wanted to stay in and celebrate the evening, the new year with her. Maybe some friends. Then she told him that he'd not regret it if he did. Not that he wouldn't have gone, but the incentive was definitely a great benefit. So there they were, walking down the street. She had told him to find a certain street. He could not wait to leave the populated area near Times Square. It was amazing how people could spend the entire afternoon and evening waiting for the ball to drop. Of course, the obvious drinking going on was probably the reason people did that. She looked at him as she followed him down the street. She could see the irritation in his expression. She smiled to herself, knowing what was to come. She had planned this for months. She talked to a few of her good friends, friends who were into this sort of thing. It was agreed that her plan would be perfect and that she'd enjoy herself. He stopped at the cross streets she had told him to go to. He looked up at the sky. It was dark but there wasn't a cloud in the sky. The cold carried itself in the night time breeze. He shivered but he was not uncomfortably cold. It was a nice cold. He smiled and turned towards her. "What time are they meeting us here? It's getting late." He said. "Oh, don't worry. They'll be here." she said, smiling at him. He glanced at his watch and then looked up and down the street. She grinned to herself as he looked up and down the street. She took a quick glance herself. It was getting late. Perfect, she thought. It seemed that most if not all the people are moving quickly as possible away from this area towards Times Square. She leaned against the building and pulled him towards her. She saw that he was getting worried. She had told him that a few of their friends were meeting them here, then heading towards the restaurant where they have a reservation. She turned him towards her as she pulled him closer. She smiled up at him. "What?" he asked as he leaned up against her. "Nothing.." she said, "I'm just a little cold." He smiled and leaned forward. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. He felt her return his kiss. They kissed like that for a while. How long, he couldn't tell. "Oops." he heard someone say. He pulled away from the kiss and saw a couple standing not two feet away from them. "Sorry!" the woman with the guy said. She smiled at them and said, "That's okay." He smiled and watched them walk across the street. He turned back towards her and they both laughed. She leaned forward and started kissing him again. Again, they kissed. Longer and more passionate. She found her tongue thrusting into his mouth and his lips surrounding her tongue. She moaned slightly. He took her tongue into his mouth. He sucked on her tongue slowly. He enjoyed the feel of her body's warmth next to his. He enjoyed the cold night air. He felt every movement of their bodies. She felt it then. Definitely a build inbetween their bodies. She reached a hand down between them and slid it across his tummy down. Her hand came to his hardness. She moved her palm down his length and then back up. She heard him moan at her touch. She felt him lean closer against her. Her hand continued to move along his length. He let go of her tongue and kissed her once more. He looked at her. "You keep doing that and we won't be able to go to the restaurant." he said. "I keep doing this," she said as she continued to stroke, "and *you* won't be able to go to the restaurant." She laughed and kissed him again. She moved her hand away from his hardness and reached around to take one of his hands. She guided his hand down as she pulled his tongue into her mouth. Her hand moved his hand down between them. She moved his hand between her legs and guided his movements up and down her area. He felt the material of her clothes on his hand. He also felt the warmth of her vagina through her clothes. He pushed his tongue deeper into her mouth as his hand moved up and down along her. He felt her hand guiding his hand up and down. It felt more like her hand guiding his hand in a oval movement rather than straight up and down. He moved his hand like this for a while, his body against her's. His tongue in her mouth. She moved her hips to accentuate his hand movements against her. She felt the heat rise in her and knew that she was about to reach a point of no return. She let go of his tongue. While looking at him, she guided his hand up to her stomach. Then slid his hand down past the top of her skirt. She made sure to wear a skirt where the top could stretch and allow for a hand to reach between. She gasped as she felt his cool fingers against her hot skin. She moved his hand down past her panties. He felt her. Her wetness and her warmth on his fingers. He fought the urge to thrust his fingers into her. He wanted to explore her. So he took the hint of her earlier guidance and moved his hand and fingers along her vagina. His fingers moved down along her vagina, slightly spreading the folds. The wetness spread along his fingers and his hand. He moved his fingers up and as he reached her clit, his fingers circled around once. Sometimes twice, then he would move down again. He found her looking at something past them. Her face still held a look of pleasure but it looked like she was concentrating on something else. He continued to move his hand and fingers up and down her vagina. He shifted slightly and glanced back. He saw the couple that nearly ran into them across the street, near and under a street lamp. It was visually evident that they were doing something similar. She grabbed his hand as she felt him starting to pull away. "No, don't stop." she said. She saw him glance at the couple once more and then back at her. She smiled at his look of reluctance. She spread her legs slightly and his fingers slipped in slightly. She gasped but held his hand against her. She continued to look at him as his hand started moving again. He felt her hand move from his then. So he continued moving. He was worried about getting caught, but the feel of her and her insistance at continuing made him not want to stop. He felt her hand on his cock then. He looked left and right of the street then and saw that they were still alone. The couple still across the street, so he took a step to the side. This allowed him more room to manuever. He let his fingers slide along and between the folds of her vagina. His fingers moved down and into her. Then out and over her clit. She moaned and tried not to close her eyes. She watched the couple across the street. So obvious there, standing under the light. They were in the shadow of the street. Other than her slightly vocal moans at the movements or insertion of his fingers, there was nothing to distinguish them if no one was looking directly at them. She glanced at the couple again and saw the woman looking at them. She felt the thrill rise in her and felt her involuntarily move herself onto his fingers harder. She heard now and saw that the woman was talking to her companion. She felt his lips on her neck then. Her eyes nearly closing as his lips sucked on the skin of her neck, the heat of his breath and the cold air tingling her skin with electric erotic feelings. She saw the woman say something else and the man kissed her neck. "They're copying us." She whispered hoarsely. She felt his hardness throb harder against her hand. She felt his teeth on her neck now. She laughed to herself as she knew he'd enjoy it. He was always saying he wasn't adventurous, but every time she presented him with something like this -- he enjoyed it. "Eat me." she said. He pulled his head away and looked at her. He looked at her questioningly. "They're copying us." she smiled and pulled her hand away from his hardness. "Let's see how far they'll go." she grinned. She reached down and pulled his hand away from her wet and hot vagina. He watched as she pulled him aside slightly. He glanced at the couple across the street and saw that the woman was indeed watching them. He turned back to her when he felt her hand on his arm. He saw that she was bent over and one leg up. He saw her pulling off her panties. He quickly glanced around to see if anyone was walking by. He was relieved to see no one but the couple. He thought of stopping it. There were cops around. He felt her hand in his pocket then. She stuffed her panties in his pocket, make sure to glide her hand down across his hardness as she pulled away. She looked over and saw that she was still watching them. The woman's companion was still playing with her with his hand. She slid her skirt up high on her thighs and then reach up and pulled him close. He found himself looking at her again. Her hands were then on his shoulders as she pushed him down. He knelt down between her legs then. His face between her legs. He smelled her sweet excitement and found his head leaning forward towards her. She knew he couldn't resist. When she had found that he was orally inclined, she was in heaven. She knew that the smell of her juices would drive him wild. She would get him to go down on her every chance she'd get. He would resist but once he smelled her juices, he would do as she asked. She moaned slightly as his lips touched her hot and cold vagina. He felt her hot but cool skin against his lips. The cold air had cooled her skin somewhat, but the heat of her passion was burning against his lips. His tongue slid out automatically as his hands reached her legs. He took a deep breath and found his hardness almost too hard to bear. Her hips moved forward then and her juices practically spread across half his face. He licked then and moved his tongue between the folds of her pussy. He licked and sucked, almost loudly. She moved her hips against his mouth and gasped as she felt his tongue enter her vagina. She moved her hips against his mouth, giving her the extra sensation of her clit rubbing against his lip. She looked at the couple across the street and found the woman taking off her panties. Her companion was watching them and at the same time sinking to his knees. She closed her eyes then as she felt his hands sliding up her thighs. The cold air cooling her skin as soon as his hands move further up her thighs. She found her fingers in his hair and gripping his head against her. She moved herself then against his mouth. Her control barely there. "They're copying us." she moaned to him. She heard him moan in response and felt the vibration of his moan through her clit. She shivered and tilted her head back slightly. His tongue moved, using all of his mouth to pleasure her pussy. His lips rubbed against the folds of her pussy. His upper lip rubbed against her clit. His chin pressed against the bottom of her pussy. His tongue thrusted and circled and scooped in and out of her pussy. His senses were on overload. Her scent was all over and it was driving him wild. He wanted to taste her when she came. He wanted to drink every bit of her love juice she was willing to give. He felt her hand on his head pushing his head closer against her. She felt his hands gripping her bottom. She thrusted harder against his mouth. She moved with him. She moved against him. She felt it then. It moved through her before she had a chance to identify it. She heard herself then, moaning. No, groaning loudly. Her hips moved, her fingers tightened. Her vagina gripped. Her stomach moved. Tightened and released. He drank. He had heard her. He knew the sound and wanted to catch every drop. His hands were then below her bottom, just under her upper thighs. His hands held her legs wide as he drank everything she gave. She felt herself slow down, but she wasn't done. She still felt the desire. She felt him sucking against her vagina. She pulled his head back, her wetness all along his mouth and chin. He looked at her wondering what she was doing. He hadn't gotten every drop. He wanted to finish. "Fuck me." she growled at him. He got up then. As he was getting up, he felt her hands ripping at his belt and pants. He felt the cold air hit his cock then. He shivered but it felt hard. Harder than he ever felt even in this cold air. Her hand roughly grabbed at his cock and guided him towards her. He heard the woman across the street moaning and he turned to look. He saw the man on his knees and his head between her legs. He wondered if he enjoyed what he enjoyed. His thoughts were ripped from his mind as pleasure engulfed him. She felt his cock against her vagina and took it in. She was leaning against the building and her hips were forward. She was looking down as her hand was guiding his hard cock into her. She thrusted forward and she heard him gasp. She looked into his eyes as his head turned to focus on her. She was on him. He was completely in her. She moved her arms onto his shoulders and shifted. She got half onto him and found her feet on his legs for support. She started moving without waiting for him to be ready. She growled at him. "Fuck me" he heard her growl. He was wondering whether or not he could with the way she moved. He moved with her. Or tried to. Every time he moved his hips forward, he felt her slam down. She moved against him. Harder and harder. She half watched the couple. Moved herself against him and moaned louder. She was daring them. Daring them to do it there, to be as loud as them. She knew they would stop there. No one can be as loud as her. She moved harder. She heard her body slapping and slamming against his body. She felt him in her. Hard and hot. She was so wet from her first climax but she was also so much more excited. She moved, knowing how strong this next one will be. He did all he could to stay standing. He thrusted against her not cause her body demanded it. He thrusted into her not because she commanded. He moved in and out of her because she felt so good. So wet. So warm. So good. Their bodies slammed and slapped. Soon he heard the couple across the street fucking too. He was more excited then. Excited because she had not only gotten him to do this out here in the most public of places. Excited not only because this night of all nights there are so many people out. Excited even more because she had dared another couple to do what they're doing. She felt him move harder against her then. "Yes, baby." she said, "Fuck me like that." She hard him growl and move harder. It felt as if his cock stiffened and hardened even more. "Oh yes," she moaned into his ear, "It feels so good. So hard." She moved harder against him. Moving faster. "Yes, make me cum again." She heard him moaning, sounding like he's trying hard to hold his climax in. "Oh. It feels so good. I'm going to cum so hard." She did feel it. It was building faster, but she was holding it back. She wanted it to build until she couldn't hold it any longer. "Cum in me, baby." she moaned, "Cum in me as you fuck me." "Oh." he moaned. She thrusted and tightened her vagina more. Gripping his cock in her as she fucked him. "No.." he moaned. She growled. Thrusting harder as she moaned. "Yes, baby. Don't hold back!" She felt him stiffening. She knew he was going to cum. She thrusted and gripped harder. Hard as she could. She was so wet and so hot that she couldn't hold his cock in her for long. "I'm going to cum!" he moaned loudly. She heard the woman across the street moan at that. She felt him thrust hard as he began to explode. She continued to thrust hard against him. "Yessss, baby. Cum in me." she moaned into his ear. She heard him moan louder as he continued to cum in her. She felt it then, just as his movements slowed slightly. Her hands reached down and grabbed his ass. She thrusted down and pulled him forward. "I'm going to cum now baby." she half moaned and half growled, "Don't stop. Fuck me until I cum all over you." He moaned and thrusted harder. She moved on and off him. She felt him, his hard cock stroking in and out of her. Their juices mingled. She felt her back arch as she started to cum. She could feel it and at the same time couldn't. Her mind seemed to blank out as her body felt the release. Her climax erupted from her body and thrusted out of her through her vagina. He felt her stiffen and thrust. He moved in and out of her, his cock still hard from her words. His excitement growing again as he felt her juices flowing over him. She slowed down and lifted her head off his shoulder. She looked across the street and saw the couple looking at them while they were fucking. She slid off him and smiled at him. Her smile froze somewhat as she saw him looking to their left. She turned and saw a group of people staring at them. Just then the couple across the street started screaming as they finished. The people turned and looked. At the same time, she felt herself being pulled down the street. He was running with her down the street, his pants half up. His semi-hardness flopping around. She was still laughing when they reached home. The sight of it all. New Year's Eve She settled herself on the plush couch cursing. This dress. Why had she worn this dress? It was deep burgundy in color with spaghetti straps hugging her every curve. She was blessed with a curvy body jutting out femininely in all the right places, but she loathed it. The dress hugged her breasts and fit her waist and hips like a glove. It made it hard to sit down sometimes and that certainly wasn't worth all the male glances she received. She was from Los Angeles and loved her West coast roots but had been invited to Chicago for New Year's Eve by her good friend, a magazine publisher. Clark and Gretta Mason's house was amazing. Almost like the mansion Twelve Oaks in Gone With The Wind it was two stories and huge even by LA standards. Its gardens were immense and Clark had let his wife hire the best interior designers creating a warm yet decidedly affluent feel. Zoey's long golden hair fell over her shoulder as she bent to retrieve her small purse. She needed some air. The room had become stifling with the amount of people. The cream colored French doors opened to a large veranda and even larger gardens. It reminded Zoey of the English gardens once so popular in Elizabethan times. Paper lanterns dotted the pebble walk way and she breathed a sigh of relief. She enjoyed these parties but since she was stag and not from the area she knew few people. She continued to walk through the dimly lit gardens and couldn't help but feel that she was being watched. She turned but only saw couples meandering around as she was. She continued to walk but couldn't shake the feeling. She turned completely and it was then that she noticed the two gentlemen in a small gazebo talking quietly but staring at her. One man was of a small stature with blonde hair, glasses and dressed very upscale. The other man was dark haired with smoldering eyes and dressed in such a way that she envied his clothes. His eyes seemed to undress her and Zoey blushed in the dark. She quickly moved away from them. Zoey began moving toward the house and had just stepped into a huge weeping willow tree. It almost completely shielded her from anyone's eyes. She was about to leave the shelter of the tree when someone took her hand and forced her around. "You don't remember me?" Those eyes and that mouth so sexy stood before her. Zoey shook her head. "I'm sorry, no. I'm not even from around here." He smiled. "I know. It was that summer at USC. Journalism 101, Professor Crane wasn't it, Zoey?" It all came back to her. Her study partner. Those long hours studying for that awful final and Michael...and those lips. She had liked him so much then. "Wow, what a great memory, Michael." Zoey replied. "Yes. And you are not quite the same as I remember. More gawky and geeky back then." He teased. "Thanks." She smiled. "Kinda filled out, you have." His voice suddenly so husky. "You haven't really changed much. Still hot." She blushed again not knowing why she had said that. "And LA, still the same?" "Yes. And you? Still writing?" "For a business mag. Clark is the publisher." He stepped forward and she could almost smell is cologne. Cool and crisp. "Zoey." He whispered her name and his finger drew along her collarbone. "Yes?" She asked unsure. Was she that transparent? Did he know she had wanted him, always wanted him, wanted him still? "Even at USC, gawky and geeky you were so lovely." Michael spoke quietly. Zoey looked up into his eyes and it jolted him. Those green eyes were so clear and luminous. "And?" She asked and his eyes moved onto her lips as she spoke. That little rosebud lip that used to fascinate him. She had always bit her thicker lower lip when she was frustrated or thinking. He had always wanted to take it and suck on it like a piece of candy. He grew hard just thinking of it. His thumb traced her lower lip seductively. Her mouth opened and his thumb slipped inside it. She sucked it so sweetly and innocently Michael wanted her right then. He wanted to kiss her so bad. Those little rosebud lips. God, he could think of much better uses for that mouth. "Michael!" A light voice called out into the night. Michael stepped away from her. "I have to go. My wife is looking for me." "Your wife?" Zoey asked angrily. "Yeah." He shrugged. "Does the little woman know how you pick up other women at parties with cheesy lines?" "It isn't like that. She's just reserved, not very sexual. I'm a man, not a monk, Zoey." He swore. Zoey watched him in the darkness. He was still so good looking, so hot...if she could have him and no one would be hurt, why not? He watched the emotions play across her face. But she wouldn't make it that easy for him, Zoey thought. She left him standing inside the tree. Zoey watched as Michael and his wife walked inside the house. So many other couples around them. Talking, laughing, - she never touched him. She never kissed him lightly. Never played with him. She was reserved, elegant and demure. Zoey's eyes followed as Michael walked into the large kitchen and his wife turned in the opposite direction. It was deserted as most of the waiters and waitresses were circulating with drinks. He bent down into the fridge and grabbed a beer and straightened up. Zoey came up behind him and tongued his ear. He whirled around. Her mouth encircled his neck and adam's apple and she took the beer from his hands. The coldness from the beer enveloped his hands and he placed them on her collarbone and then dipped into her breasts. "Ah." It was so cold and her nipples tightened. "Are you going to make me beg?" He whispered into her hair. "No." She blew into his ear and arched her body into his. "Will you be missed?" "No. Her old boss is here." Michael wanted her so badly he couldn't think straight. She took his hand and led him up the servant's stairs to the second floor. He followed behind her and she released his hand. His hands came up and unzipped her dress the zipper ending above her bottom. His hands came inside the dress and he pulled her tightly against him. His hands cupped her breasts. He could feel her nipples tighten in response. "God, Michael. Wait, please." Zoey whispered in the dimly lit staircase. "I can't. I'm just giving you the fuck that you wanted back at USC." He told her roughly in her ear. She moaned as he jerked her hard against him and bit her neck. Goose pimples broke out over her arms. She pulled from him and made it to the second floor. He followed behind her. They tried the first door to their right and it was open, unlit and vacant. She locked the door behind them as they entered. Michael had had enough of her dominating the situation. He slammed her against the door and began kissing her mouth, her neck and her breasts. He had already unzipped her dress and he peeled it from her body. Her breasts were medium sized with her nipples like small strawberries. He sucked them both until she writhed. "Please, Michael." "I'm trying to." He told her. Her hair fell all about them as he lifted up her dress. "Oh god." She moaned as his hands moved underneath. His fingers pressed inside her moist panties and slipped inside her tight body. "You have such a tight little pussy." He fell to his knees and pushed her legs apart. His mouth tongued her as her fingers dug into his hair. He could feel her body tightening as she readied for her orgasm. "No, not yet." He told her as he stood up and she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. "Oh, Michael." Her mouth found his again and again and she wanted him inside her already. "I need your cock inside me. Please." He pushed her hard against the door and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he plunged inside her. He closed his eyes tightly. God she felt so good. She was tight and wet and heavenly. Zoey cried as he entered her. He was so filling and she wanted him everywhere. They heard voices outside and Michael covered her mouth with his. She was reaching her orgasm and so was he. He came silently inside her as she reached her last peak. "Zoey." He breathed inside her ear. "Michael." She said back. "Thanks." He said. She laughed. They dressed and separately went down to the party. When midnight chimed, Michael kissed his wife lovingly and Zoey was kissing another editor. She closed her eyes and imagined those other sexy lips all over her. New Year's Eve My evening was split into two halves. The second was better than the first. Lisa, my sex crazed friend from LA, still doesn't know that I have been sneaking around with her brother Tim back in LA. And when I say "Sneaking," I mean him fucking me when she is not around. Our twisted little 3some has been the jump off for so many wonderful orgasms for me. It's almost too good to be true. Last night we went to have dinner at Lisa's and Tim's mom's house. It was all great. Leon and other family members were there and everything was cool. I joked all night with my nympho friend Lisa on how she has had sexy with 3 people at the dinner table, including me. She loved just me saying that. I was thinking "wow, this girl just loves sex and everything that goes with it!" Besides a little flirting here and there, I was pretty respectful of her mother's home. No funny business. Lisa on the other hand was giddy as a school girl. Since it was in the 50's here, she wore a short, hip-hugging jean skirt and black blouse. The funny thing is that she wore a bra to dinner, but took it off as soon as she wasn't in front of her mother. Once dinner was done, so went wild. I also wore a hip-hugging skirt and cropped denim shirt that showed off my tummy nicely. So, when we went downstairs to watch MTV, she immediately went to town on my she-cock. I got a wonderful 5 minute BJ, but didn't cum. When Tim and Leon came down, they too got BJs from Lisa and I. But, being that folks were around in the house, it was short. No one had an orgasm. We decided to get the party started, but couldn't do it there at her mom's, so I suggested my hotel and everyone agreed. The problem was that Leon couldn't go because he had to drive his mother to her hotel and Tim couldn't stay out too late cause he had a 6:30 AM flight back to LA. So, Lisa and I decided to take care of Tim back at the hotel and hopefully Leon will make it there in time for a nice 4some. Back at the hotel we had Tim pinned on his back on the bed. Lisa was facing me and sitting on her brother's face as he ate her pussy and ass out. I immediately began sucking his huge cock. Lisa eventually leaned down and shared her brother's cock with me. As soon as I was stiff and ready to go, I sat on it, letting the thick, hard and shiny meat slide into my awaiting asshole. As soon as I got the massive head inside, it was easy to get the rest inside. Once his cock was balls deep in my ass, I started to grind my hips back and forth. It was a pleasure that is immeasurable. Tim ate Lisa as he moaned and groaned louder and louder as I rode him. Lisa and I tongue kissed each other as we turned her brother out. My She-cock was rock hard and almost at a 90º angle. After a few minutes we switched places like a wrestling team. I was sad to feel Tim's beautiful cock leaving my ass, but I understood. I lifted slowly off of Tim's swollen dick as it slid out of my ass. Lisa was right there waiting for it and she hopped ontop of it, sliding it into her wet pussy. She leaned forward and began tongue kissing her brother. I stood back and watched this beautiful sight, stroking my she-cock. Lisa's big, sloppy-wet pussy devoured her brother's 9" cock. She humped him like there was no tomorrow. Being that she was leaning forward in cowgirl position, her big beautiful ass was exposed and open. As Tim grabbed and squeezed her ass cheeks, her butthole opened up or should I say gaped. It was too inviting to ignore, so I moved up behind her and slid my she-cock inside slowly. She moaned out as I tried to bury it inside of her. I could feel Tim's dick sliding in and out thru her sugar walls. The friction of that action felt great. I actually didn't have to do much. I could just sit back and enjoy. What I didn't realize is that Tim was feeling too good. After a few moments of heavy fucking, his dick tensed up and he came deep inside his sister's pussy. I pulled out and stood back to get a view of this magical moment. I watched, stroking my she-cock that was coated with her sweet, clear ass juice as Tim's dick started to get soft and slide out of Lisa's pussy. White cum frothed up at the sides of her pussy lips as his dick slid out. Eventually, he was soft and it slid out completely, leaving her pussy hole gaping and oozing with thick wads of cum and clear and white streams of semen and pussy juice. I think Tim was alittle embarrassed about coming too fast because he jumped up and said he wanted to go home right away. Lisa put on her clothes, still dripping with cum. Most of her laundry has cum stains on them. Of course until she washes them. I thought that was kinda funny. The worst part was, I was left hanging with a massive hard-on. As I waited for Lisa to come back, I tried my best not to touch myself, afraid that I may cum. Eventually, she returned with her cousin Leon. He was drunk but ready to get busy. Lisa told me he was actually sleeping in the back seat of the car because after he dropped his mother off, he fell asleep waiting for Lisa to come get him. Within moments, we had Leon's clothes off and we continued with the DP that we left off with. It was so nice and nasty watching Lisa mount her cousin's rock hard dick, still with cum stains on her and in her pussy from earlier. The strange thing about cum is sometimes it makes for great lube and sometimes after a while it cakes up and makes it difficult to have sloppy seconds. This time around, it was used as a great Lube! I went to town on her ass. Playing with it. Pulling my she-cock out and slipping it back in. Watching it gape as I held it open. I could look down and see Leon's cock straining the walls of her pussy thru her ass canal. This DP went on for about 40 minutes. Lisa came almost 3 times. We never even changed positions. I couldn't hold back any longer and I shot a massive load of cum into her ass. Even after I came, I let me she-cock remain in her ass, feeling the pressure of Leon's dick pumping in her pussy. A few moments later, Leon came. Shooting a load that seemed massive into his cousin's wet and sloppy pussy. We all collapsed into a pile of sweaty bodies. Most definitely Happy New Fucking Year! New Year's Eve The time had definitely come. I had been faithfully taking my hormones for over three years, wearing loose, baggy clothes to hide my blossoming figure, and forcing myself to continue living as a male, ignoring the very feminine emotions I felt whenever I saw an attractive man. My patience was at an end. No longer could I acceot only being able to express my femininity in my apartment and online. I had breasts! I was soft and shapely! I would wait no longer. It was New Year's Eve. Parties were everywhere. Everyone would be drinking and probably would accept me for what I appeared to be: just a young lady without an escort. Weeks ago, I had decided that tonight would be the night. The hotel bar was probably going to be the most jam-packed place in town, and I was going to be there, too, but as a girl, finally. I undressed and slipped on my satin robe. I ran the tub and poured a double measure of my transdermal estrogen and five of my perfumed bubblebath beads into the steamy water. I lit several scented candles and slid my robe from my shoulders. I sank into the tub, luxuriating as the deliciously hot water slid up my flanks and the bubbles tickled my femininity. I stroked myself gently, massaging the perfumed bath oils deep into my smooth skin. I got to my feet in the tub and almost fainted. The high estrogen dose had made me so giddy, but it was also making me feel so intensely feminine that it was worth a little dizziness. I dried myself in my big, thirsty bathsheet and stepped into my slippers. The mirror wall showed that my figure was very rounded and looked soft and shapely. I knew that I was ready to go out as I had always dreamed, as a woman. From my lingerie drawer, I selected a pretty ivory satin demi-bra and a delicious pair of ivory silk panties.I went in to my dressing room and perched on my little vanity stool. The velvet cushion felt soft and squishy against my nude bottom. I slowly pulled my panties up over my legs , then stood and pulled them up the rest of the way until they hugged my cheeks in a silken embrace. Then I cuddled my breasts into the bra and fastened the clasp. The demi-bra lifted me high, giving me deep cleavage and leaving the tops of my breasts exposed. I chose a pair of sheer, nude seamed silk thigh-highs, with tiny bows embroidered on the heels and topped with lavish lace. Each stocking felt so gossamer fine and smooth as it slid up my leg. I stepped into my dainty dancing slippers. Their three-inch heels would accent my slender ankles. On my left leg, I clasped on a very fine gold ankle bracelet with a tiny crystal heart charm. Then I sat again and began to brush my hair. I did one hundred strokes, and my hair shone with golden highlights, falling around my shoulders in soft waves. I made up my eyes with very feminine arching brows and lids shadowed in pale rose. I stroked my lashes with velvet mascara until they were long and feathery. I brushed my cheeks with a hint of blushing pink and then began to apply my lipstick. I rubbed a drop of perfume on my lips to set the color, and then carefully filled them in with a deep crimson. I had the loveliest gown to wear. It was a mauve silk chiffon that left my shoulders bare, with satin spaghetti straps and a long sheath skirt slit up the right side. I slid it over my curls and breasts, and it slithered down the rest of me almost on its own. My mirror showed me a very pretty young lady, and I trembled all over with excitement. This is what I had always wanted! I slipped my fur wrap over my shoulders, snatched up my silk clutch purse, and practically flew out the door. The evening was chilly, but clear. I knew getting a cab would be difficult on New Year's, but I was prepared to walk the nine blocks to the hotel if I had to, even in heels. I was determined to have a feminine experience, no matter what! Just then, a taxi came around the corner. I waved at him, and he pulled over. What luck! I slipped into the back seat and gave him my destination. I could not help noticing that he eyed me several times in his mirror as we drove. I wasn't sure if he was admiring me or...well...I just wasn't sure. When we pulled up, I fished in my purse for some bills to pay him, and he swiveled around in his seat to face me. "No, Miss," he said, "you are so lovely, that looking at you in my mirror has been payment enough for me. Happy New Year." I blushed scarlet and managed to stammer, "Thank you, sir." He got out of the cab and ran around to my side. He opened my door and extended his hand. I placed my hand in his, and he helped me to the curb. I smiled very sweetly. He tipped his cap to me, wished me a very pleasant evening, and got back into his car. I was totally flattered. Obviously, he had no doubt whatever as to my gender. I only hoped the men inside the hotel would be as gracious. I walked into the sumptuous lobby, my heels clicking daintily on the terazzo floor, and my silky skirt swishing romantically against my nylons. The music from the ballroom sounded so soft and romantic, and I headed in that direction. I gave my fur to the check-boy, and his eyes locked on my cleavage as I removed my wrap. I smiled, very flattered by his attention. I strolled slowly into the dancing lights in the dim ballroom. I had already been treated as more of a lady than I had ever dreamed, and the evening had barely begun. I walked over to the bar and perched on a stool. It was busy, and the bartenders were a little harried, so I just crossed my legs and waited patiently. A deep voice behind me said softly, "Hello." I turned, and there was a man, but not just a man; he was incredibly handsome, and his smile made my heart flutter. I smiled back, a little nervously, and he added, "My name is Brad. May I buy you a drink?" I managed to murmur a "Yes, please," and he sat on the stool next to me. Almost as if by magic, the bartender was right there, and Brad looked at me inquiringly. "Oh," I swallowed, "A strawberry daiquiri, please." He just nodded to the bartender who immediately began making a drink. It was straight Jack Daniels! I gulped. The bartender put the glass in front of Brad and began to make my daiquiri. I relaxed a little, but was very puzzled. "However did he know what to give you?" I asked. "You didn't order anything." He chuckled. "Well my little nameless girl, George knows me and what I drink." Oh dear! I had never told him my name! I smiled, a little embarrassed. "My name is Cheryl, Brad. I really didn't mean to be impolite; but I was just distracted." He smiled broadly. "A polite young lady! That is a rare bird these days, and may I add, a very pretty one, at that." I felt the blush creep up from my breasts into my cheeks, and I lowered my lashes demurely. "You are so very kind. Thank you for the compliments, both of them," I breathed. My drink was ready, and I sipped it, looking at him through my lashes. "You must come here very often, if the bartenders know you." In answer, he just smiled again, but this time it was the kind of smile that makes a girl tremble with excitement. "You are very beautiful, my dear," he said. "Would you like to dance?" The band was playing a very slow, romantic song, so I smiled back at him and held out my hand. He took it and helped me off my stool. He continued to hold my hand as he led me onto the dance floor. I was so amazed at what I was doing, and what he was doing to me. I had never danced with a man before in my life! And here I was! I would probably make such a fool of myself. My emotions were in such a turmoil, I almost told him I could not dance with him, but he was affecting me on such a deep level that I just kept quiet and followed him. He put his other arm around my waist and drew me close to him, never letting go of my hand. His scent was intoxicating, spicy, and ever so male. I sensed the strength in him, although he held me gently, and I put my arm up around his neck as we glided out onto the floor. My fears were all groundless. I could not help but follow his strong lead, and even if I made a misstep, he was holding me so close that I felt I was barely touching the floor. He was holding me so tightly next to him, that I could feel the bulge in his pants pressing against my skirt as we danced. The thought that I, on my very first time out as a girl, was giving him an erection by dancing with him was the most excitingly feminine feeling I had ever experienced. I clung closer to him and laid my head on his shoulder. "Your perfume is intoxicating, my dear," he whispered into my ear, and his breath was warm. Then he gently kissed my earlobe, right where my crystal earring was dangling, and I trembled in his arms. His lips gently caressed my cheek, and I held my breath. This was what I had longed for! My emotions were on overload. He danced me out onto the terrace, and as soon as we were in the shadows, he kissed me deeply. I responded with all the female desire I had built up for so very long. When his hand moved over my skirt, caressing my silky bottom, and his tongue slid between my lips, I could not help myself. My love just poured out into my panties. I clung to him, quivering all over, kissing him wildly, as my orgasm sent thrills through me that I had never even dreamed possible. New Year's Eve The holidays are almost over much to our delight. It has been a long and exhausting few weeks. But at last it's New Year's Eve. The end of the holiday season for now. With all of the running around and holiday preparations we have done we have had much time for us, so we decide to stay home and have a nice quiet peaceful evening. I'm just about to leave work for the day so I can take the kids to their grandparents house for the weekend, when a messenger comes into my office with an envelope that looks pretty important. I sign for the envelope and the messenger is on his way. The envelope has no name on it as to who sent it. I open the envelope and begin to read the contents and find it is not what I would have ever expected at all. Inside the envelope was a note, a hotel room key and rose petals. The note was short and to the point --- "Meet me at the Plaza Hotel at 8 o'clock!" with no name on it. The hotel room key had no room number on it. And the scent of the rose petals filled the air in my office. I put everything back into the envelope and gathered my things and left the office. I drove to the school and picked up the kids and headed for my parents house to drop them off, since we had already loaded their things into the car this morning. We arrived at my parents house and unloaded the kids overnight bags. I only stayed for a few minutes til the kids got settled in. All day long I was planning to make a quick stop on the way home to pick up a special surprise for that night. I glanced at my watch as I left my parents house and figured that I still had enough time to make that quick stop and still get home in time to slip into a nice hot bath before having to be at the hotel tonight. So on my way home I stopped at this little neighborhood boutique for that little something special I had been thinking about. Then I headed home to relax for a while before heading to the hotel. I pulled into the driveway and parked in the garage. As I entered the house the scent of roses filled the air. And as I glanced down to put my package on a hallway chair, I see that there is a path on the floor that leads to the stair case of rose petals, just like the ones in the envelope. As I follow this path of petals up the stairs it leads me to the door to our bedroom, and once I open the door I see it goes even further, all the way up to and on to the bed where there sits a white box with a big red ribbon and bow on top, along with another note that reads "Here's a little something for you to wear this evening." I open the box to find a short red dress with spaghetti straps. I think to myself that this will go great with the surprise that I had just picked up. I walk into the bathroom and start the water running for a bath. And add a few drops of vanilla scented bubbles. While the tub is filling up I light some of the scented candles that we have in the bathroom and then walk back into the bedroom and turn on a cd of soft relaxing music. Then I remove my shoes and work clothes and slip into my satin robe. I grab a small overnight bag from the closet and begin to pack a few things that might be needed for later on or in the morning. I walk back into the bathroom, turn the water off and remove my robe. I then slip into the warm bubbly water and immediately feel my body begin to relax. The water covers my body like a glove and the bubbles feel like tiny massaging fingers. Eventually the water begins to cool. I climb out of the tub as thoughts of what tonight may bring come to mind. I head into the bedroom and begin to get ready for this evening. It's about 7 o'clock and I get into my car and head for the hotel. When I arrive at the hotel, the valet opens my car door and hands me a ticket, while welcoming me to the Plaza. Then the doorman opens the front door to the hotel as he says "Good Evening, Welcome to the Plaza." I enter the lobby but do not see you anywhere. I wait a few minutes to see if you arrive before heading to the registration desk to find out what room this key belongs to. After about 10 minutes when I don't see you anywhere around, I head for registration, and the clerk tells me that the key goes to the Penthouse Suite. I thank her and decide to wait a few more minutes for you. When I don't see you still, I head for the elevator. I step inside the elevator and go to push the button for the penthouse suite, but instead I find a slot next to the words penthouse suite, so I assume that this is where I insert the key that I had been given. The elevator doors open and as soon as you step out of the elevator your inside the suite. The air is filled with the scent of fresh roses from all of the scattered petals upon the floor. Soft music fills the air. There are candles burning and a champagne bucket next to the bed. The room is only lit by the flames of the candles that burn. I walk towards the balcony doors to see the view of the city. As I open the doors, I notice you standing there by the railing holding 2 glasses of champagne in a black tuxedo. I step out onto the balcony. And you hand me a glass of champagne as you kiss me and tell me hello. First your lips meet my lips, then my neck and ears, as our arms wrap around each other. We release our embrace to toast the night. Then we head back inside. Suddenly our song begins to play and you take my hand in yours and ask if you could have this dance. Of course I accept and you pull me closer to you and we dance for what seems like hours, just intertwined in each others arms, our bodies touching thru fabric and the heat beginning to build deep within us. When our song ends I notice 2 thick white fluffy bathrobes laying on the large four poster brass bed behind us. Suddenly you ask me if I would like to go for dinner or just have some room service brought up. And I suggest that we just have some room service because I have a surprise for you. You walk over to the phone and order a variety of main courses and desserts as well as more champagne. As you hang up the phone, you begin to hear some music that has a little bit more of a seductive tone to it, and turn towards me, to find me standing only a few inches from you. And as you move slightly to kiss me, I gently place my fingers to your lips and tell you to have a seat on the bed. As you sit on the bed, I back up a little and begin to dance seductively to the music that's playing. slowly I begin to remove the red dress you bought for me, revealing my little surprise for you, a strapless red satin and lace bra and panty set. I remove the barrette from my hair and allow it to fall freely over my shoulders as I run my fingers thru it. Before they reach for the latch of my bra, but don't, not wanting to show you to much all at once. With my other hand I move it slowly to the waist band of my panties and run a finger under the elastic as if I am about to remove them, but instead I decide to wait. I can tell that you are getting more and more excited with every more I make. I inch closer to you, bend down, and kiss you as I reach for one of the robes that lay behind you. I stand back up and begin to put the robe on and tell you that it is your turn, as the same song begins to play again. You stand up as I sit down on the bed. You begin to slowly remove your tuxedo. First your jacket, then your tie, and shirt as you sway your hips back and forth, slowly, seductively. Then you begin to more your fingers down to your waist band and begin to unbutton your pants, then unzip them and let them fall to the floor, exposing your hard as rock lock muscle, since you have chosen to eliminate underwear from your attire this evening. Just as you begin to dance your way towards me, there's a knock and a person announcing that room service was here. You grab the other robe and head to met the room service attendant. The attendant wheels in a large table with tons of covered plates upon it, followed by another table with what looked to be a wide assortment of desserts and fruits. Once the room service attendants leave, we sit down and enjoy a delightful meal, all the while tempting and teasing each other from across the table. Once our dinner is complete we decided to have another drink on the balcony. We slip out onto the balcony. We toast to the New Year. Then you move behind me as we look out over the city. I begin to feel your lips on my neck and your arms come around the front of my waist. Then I feel your hands slide up to my chest and slip inside my robe, and gently massage my breasts thru the lace of my bra, as you turn me to face you. You open my robe a bit as you kiss me. You then begin to work your way down my neck on you way to the rest of my body. You stop at my breasts and begin to run your tongue over my nipples thru the lace fabric as your hands find there way around me and grab my ass and pull me closed to you. We begin to work our way back inside the suite and over to the bed. Once at the bed you tell me that you will be right back and go and get the dessert cart and move it to the side of the bed. Then you make your way back to where you were a moment ago, and your hands find their way to the clasp of my bra and unhook it, allowing it to fall to the floor. Then you run your tongue down my body til you reach my panties which you gently take between your teeth and begin to remove, once you get them to the middle of my thighs your hands take over as your tongue takes over where it had left off, and as it works its way down, it finds a warm inviting area between my legs to disappear in for a while. Unable to stand anymore we both fall upon the bed. You place my arms are above my head, You whisper in my ear "I love you. Yes, I am the man you know so well. The man who adores you." You start kissing me passionately, covering my mouth with yours, our tongues probing. Your lick my lips, and nibble at my ears, before kissing and licking my neck and shoulders repeatedly. I reach for some chocolate covered strawberries and dip them into the smooth whip cream. I offer you a bit and you accept it without question. You then reach over and pick up a piece of cheesecake and bring it to my lips and as I take a bit some of it falls between my breast and right away you follow it and remove it with your tongue. As you do this, I reach for the bowl of whip cream and bring it between us, moving your robe aside and dip your hard hot throbbing love muscle into the whip cream covering your entire length. Then slowly I push you back so that your laying down and I begin to remove every bit of whip cream as you moan softly. Once all of the whip cream is removed, you sit up and reach for another bowl from the cart as you gently lay me back onto the bed and open my robe completely. You then tip the bowl in your hand and begin to drizzle melted chocolate all over my body, followed by your fingers adding whip cream. All the while that your adding the whip cream and mixing it with the chocolate, your massaging my body. Then you lean in and begin to remove all of the dessert from my body, teasing and taunting as you do so. Then you take your cock in your hands, as you move up my chest, above me, and slide your cock over my lips, back and forth, and I open them so that I can run my tongue over you and suck on you for a minute, but not too long... And then you tracing my body with your cock. My face, neck and shoulders, breasts and nipples. When you slide off me, it's to rub your cock through my pussy, which is moistening nicely... Mmmmm, a nice prelude..... We both moan softly. Your hands soon find my pussy, exploring your outer and inner lips, now slick. You slide your hands over my breasts. Then your fingers into my mouth, it turns you on to see me taste myself. Your mouth caressing mine, kissing, probing, exploring. Down to my nipples, sucking, tongue circling, licking... And my nipples swell even more, becoming harder and even more sensitive. Your teasing me, pulling your mouth away often. Ohhhh, my nipples long to be sucked. Just then your mouth moves to my pussy, you do so many things that you know I like. You kiss me softly, all over my mound and lips, and you start probing me with your tongue. You spread my legs wide and start licking upwards, slowly, so slowly... Taking all the time in the world. At first, you just explore my wet folds... But after several agonizing minutes, my clit is begging to be kissed, licked, sucked. you start brushing your tongue against it, ever so gently... Then you pull my soft lips with your mouth, sliding your tongue along them. And then a little more action for my clit, and that sweet, wet opening. You tell me "Ohhhhh, you taste so delicious!" Now you thrust deep inside my delicious pussy every time you pass my hot, wet opening. Before long, my moans are coming fast and furious. Mmmmmmmm, a wonderful orgasm is approaching, my pussy warm, tingling, ready. Delicious waves are building, flowing from my clit to every part of my body. Your taking me there so slowly, I feel an equal measure of frustration and gratitude. "Ohhhh, a little more, baby." I gasp. "I'm just about there, Ohhhh. Feels so good, it feels so good." But you stop. I can't believe you stopped, and moan with disappointment. Then you start again with your hands, exploring my pussy, I feel the tension subside momentarily. But its soon rekindled by your soft purposeful touches to my pussy and clit. You know it feels good to me because you can tell by the way my body moves to your touch. I can feel it, it's so close. So real, so near, an overwhelming orgasm... I feel that one lick of my clit would do it. If only you would just use your fingers, or mouth, or best of all your hard cock. NOW! But no NO You begin kissing me again as I plead with you "Please baby, please.... Make me come... I need to get off, Please!" The orgasm, so close, starts to dissolve. "Soon, soon..." you promise. But it can't come soon enough for me. You kiss all over my body, letting your mouth linger on my neck, breasts, nipples. You let me suck your cock for a minute, before lightly kissing my pussy. My pussy crying out for a cock, your cock. I NEED your long, hard cock in me NOW! But you tease me, unbearably for about another 30 minutes. I so wet that your long thick cock slides in so easily, and I feel your weight against my pussy. Your hips, strong and flexible, are driving your cock into my pussy hard and fast. Ohhh, after so long, such a build up, this feels so good, I pull you in tighter, make you pump faster. I want to feel every inch of your long, hard cock.... Ohhhh it feels so huge as it dives into my hot pussy again and again, mercilessly. And then I realize that my orgasm didn't dissolve, it's there, waiting.... A delicious warm sensation, flowing through my body. "Oh God, harder deeper Baby, ohhh. Please Make me cum." And you feel my pussy, so wet and wonderful, so silky and warm, squeezing you. And I cum, so hard, the pleasure is overwhelming, wave after wave. Deep, powerful. But you don't stop. Now that I've had one orgasm, you want to see more. You focus on making love to every part of my body with every part of your body. More, you want more. I'm are so turned on, so ready to cum once again..... Your strong abdominal muscles are flexed and working hard, your cock thrusting into my drenched pussy. And then you slow down. With your arms, you lift your body off of mine, and with each stroke, you leave my pussy until all but the very tip of your long, hard cock, is all that is left inside me. And then enter me again until your cock is buried deep inside of me, and my pussy holds you tightly. Again and again, each time slower than the last, but each time, our moans grow louder and louder. And I'm there with you, at the edge of another orgasm to make me tremble. Until you thrust yourself inside of me. I feel your muscle erupting, filling my pussy with your hot, slippery cum. Just as I am taken over the edge to another body trembling orgasm. This one is even better. So deep, so incredible. Every nerve in my body firing, and I cum so hard, Thinking I might pass out. It goes on and on, and I ride the wave forever. A feeling of wonderful release, so complete and satisfying. As my orgasm subsides, once again I feel pressure between your legs, on my pussy. Ohhh, my God, your in my pussy, sliding your tongue along my lips, massaging my clit. You caught me completely by surprise. I didn't think my body was able to continue. But the excitement begins where my last orgasm ended, and builds. The thought of you licking OUR cum thrills me. Wonderful spurts of pleasure course throughout my body. You take two fingers, sliding into my pussy repeatedly. Your fingers thrusting in and out of my pussy, and your mouth surrounds my clit. Sucking my swollen pearl into your mouth, tongue fluttering against it. And I find heaven, overcome with orgasms so intense and so deep that I feel like pure, liquid energy. My body lifting off the bed, praying that your tongue will never leave my clit. The next thing I know is that you have me in the tightest embrace I have ever felt. And we kiss, deeply. And just when you think we're done, I break our embrace long enough to find your long, hard cock with my mouth. My tongue sliding all over the thick head, wanting to taste you. And soon your moaning, as you muscle disappears down my throat. Your fingers quickly find my clit, you rub my clit while I suck on your love muscle. And soon your shaking with pleasure. We're both so close, our bodies in a wonderful sexual heaven. I pull my mouth away, so you can see your cum spurt into the air, landing on your stomach and love muscle. Hot and white. my tongue finds every last drop. We wrap our arms around each other and move on to the pillows of the bed, you glance at the clock to see that its 12:02 am, and we both realize that we will always remember this New Year's Eve, and exactly how it was that we felt at exactly midnight. Sharing an overwhelming, body shaking orgasm at the stroke of midnight, who could ask for a better way to ring in the new year. New Year's Eve Her life would never be the same after New Year's Eve. Jennie and her husband, Dave, had decided to throw a New Year's Eve party. This was their first year in their new house and they had decided to go all out for the New Year. Amongst the partygoers was Dave's best friend, Damien. Since they now lived about an hour from their friends, Dave hadn't seen him in awhile. Recently separated from his wife, Damien had taken it upon himself to start working out and getting back into shape before going back into the dating mode. As the night wore on, most of the party goers had decided to head on home so that they could be with their children when New Year's rang in. By 11:30, everyone had left except for Damien. "Hey Damien," said Jennie, "Why don't you just stay the night? It is too late for you to be driving back now." "Thanks," Damien replied. "I appreciate that! I'll just stay in the guest room." All Jennie could think was 'we'll see'. Jennie had always had a crush on him and all she could think was the night that she might actually get to see his cock. Her husband had always known of her attraction to Damien, with a hope that she might actually get to have her dream come true one day. He, also, secretly liked the idea of watching them together and maybe even joining them. Jennie had an idea. "Hey guys, I am going to get a little more comfortable. These clothes are smothering me," she said to Dave and Damien. As Jennie was getting ready, Dave and Damien sat and chatted. Dave decided to be bold. "You know my wife is one hot woman. I am so lucky to have found her. Her sex appetite is worse than mine," stated Dave. "You don't say," replied Damien. "I had always wondered how she looked under her clothes. I can't help but think of her when she wears those low cut shirts and tight jeans. She sure likes to tease a man." Dave thought for a moment. "I don't think she realizes what she is doing half the time. She just does what feels natural." It had been a good 10 minutes and Jennie finally came back to the living room. She was wearing a purple camisole nightie that stopped just shy of her ass cheeks. It was one of Dave's favorites so she thought it would be appropriate for the rest of the evening. Dave's eyes seemed to pop out of his head. He couldn't believe she was standing there like that in front of Damien like this. Damien, on the other hand, was starting to try to figure out how to get closer to her "Hey Jennie, what's the deal? Are you trying to tease use or what?" "I don't know what you are talking about Damien. I said I was getting comfortable and this is comfortable. If you don't like what you see, you may close your eyes," replied Jennie. "Not to be a perv or anything but I think I will just keep my eyes wide open, if you don't mind," Damien exclaimed. This made Jennie smile. She couldn't believe her luck. It was having the effect that she wanted. As she was coming into the living room, she had to walk past Damien to sit down. Luckily, they were both sitting on the couch on each end and she could sit right in the middle of them. As she as sitting down, she 'accidently' tripped over Damien's feet and fell on top of him, allowing her camisole to rise up in the back showing that she was wearing no panties. "Oops! Sorry Damien! I am still as clumsy as ever," she said. "No problem. Happy to break your fall." With a minute left before the ball dropped to ring in the New Year, Jennie was in complete anticipation. She knew she would receive a New Year's kiss from Dave but she was hoping that she could receive one from Damien also. As they sat there, the time began to tick away. "10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1!" They cried in unison. Jennie leaned over to get a kiss from Dave. The kiss was long and passionate, showing her that he was anticipating what was to come later. "Wow" she exclaimed. "What was that for?" "Oh no reason baby," replied Dave. "You look so hot in that nightie that I felt you deserved that kiss." Jennie couldn't believe her luck. That kiss had made her even wetter than she was before. She sat back on the couch breathless. Suddenly, she felt a tap from her right side. She turned around and looked at Damien. "Hey, don't I get a New Year's kiss? It's not fair that Dave gets one and I don't." Jennie's heart started racing. 'Oh my god, I am going to kiss him!' she thought. She had dreamed of this for so long she couldn't believe it was happening. Damien apparently could tell she was nervous so he grabbed her head and started kissing her like there was no tomorrow. The next thing she knew, she was lost. Lost in a dream. It was all she could do to keep from cumin right then and there. "Wow, you sure are a good kisser," said Damien. "I don't think I have ever had anyone kiss me like that before." "Thanks Damien! I aim to please," she replied. "That's not all she's good at," stated Dave. "You ought to have her suck your cock and ram her pussy one good time. You would be in heaven," Dave continued. "Hmm," stated Damien, as he pondered the idea. His cock was already hard just from looking at her and kissing her; maybe I should ask her to take care of my Lil problem. "Hey Jennie, I have a problem and was wondering if you could help?" exclaimed Damien. "Depends on the problem and how much it will cost me," Jennie replied. "Well it won't cost you anything except time," Damien stated as he grabbed her hand and laid it on his rock hard cock. Jennie's blushed but did not move her hand away. He was huge and trying to bust through his jeans. "Dave, Damien has a problem over here. His cock is rock hard and trying to come through his jeans," she said. "Oh really," replied Dave. "Well let's see it." "See what?" she exclaimed. Dave considered for a moment and then he replied, "I to see you take care of Damien's problem. It is a fantasy we have been sharing for awhile so go ahead. And for further reference, if he ever has this problem again, feel free to take care of him anytime." "You don't mind?" she replied. Dave just shook his head. His fantasy of seeing Jennie with Damien was about to come true and he wasn't about to deter it for one second. Jennie looked at Damien and smiled. "Well," she decided, "you are Dave's best friend and if I can help you take care of some of your problems, then so be it." She stood up and turned facing them both. After about a second of contemplating she decided to take off her nightie. Slowly she lifted it over her head and when she again looked at Damien; his eyes were wide with lust. "Do you like?" she asked. "Oh god yes! You're beautiful," He replied. She slowly dropped to her knees in front of him. With her eyes firmly fixed on Damien's cock, she unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his pants down. What popped out of those jeans was the biggest cock she had ever had the pleasure of seeing up close. It was a good 8 inches long and 1 ½ inches wide. "Does Ms. Jennie like?" Damien asked. "It is beautiful. Yes I like," she stated. Jennie wasn't sure how she was going to suck his cock. She had never sucked one so big. Dave had been known to let her suck a cock or two in their marriage but even those had never been this big. She began by licking his balls. The minute her tongue touched his balls, Damien inhaled hard. He was in heaven. He couldn't believe he was actually getting his cock sucked by Jennie, his lifelong fantasy. Jennie sucked on his balls for a few more moments and the decided to move onto the shaft. The shaft was thick and felt like velvet to her tongue. She licked and kissed it over and over. Finally, after several seconds, she decided to move onto to the head of his cock. She started by licking it like a lollipop but was hesitant due to the massive size of it. Dave noticed Jennie's hesitation and stated, "Go ahead baby! You can suck on that massive cock. You're such a good cock sucker that I know you can do it." That was all the encouragement that she needed. Jennie began sucking the head with earnest. As she was sucking the head of his cock continued to swell. She couldn't get over how big it was getting. She knew her mouth was small but she was amazed she could get his cock into her mouth at all. The ideas of sucking Damien's cock was turning her on so much that she decided not to even think about how big it was and just have fun with it. She began by sucking on the head some more and then slowly she lowered her mouth on it completely. Damien was squirming. "Oh God Yes, that feels good! You're going to make me cum!" She continued to suck him and at the same time she had to use both her hand to wrap them around his cock. Jennie loved rubbing Dave's cock as she was sucking him but with Damien it was hard due to the size. Finally, she noticed Damien couldn't hold himself anymore. "Oh someone's cock needs to cum" she said. Damien couldn't speak but was shaking his head vigorously up and down. "Well cum baby. Cum in my mouth!" That was all he needed to hear. Within seconds, Damien was squirting his massive load in Jennie's mouth and like the good cocksucker that she was, she took every drop. Damien was panting and trying to catch his breath. "Oh man Dave, you were right, she is a good cock sucker." "I told you!" Dave exclaimed. "She always does me proud." Jennie wasn't paying much attention to them; she was too busy looking at Dave's jeans. She could tell his cock was trying to bust out too. As Damien and Dave were talking, she scooted over to Dave and unbuttoned his jeans. "Jennie, what are you doing?" he asked. "Well honey! You have a problem here too and I was preparing to take care of it. You know I can suck two cocks in one night without breaking a sweat." That is all Dave had to hear. He allowed her to unbutton his jeans and pull his cock out. It had sprung to life and was harder than it had been in a long time. It could have put an iron bar to shame. Jennie had always love sucking Dave's cock and tonight was no different. She didn't hesitate with this cock. She went straight for the kill, sucking his cock like she knew he loved-somewhat rough. She grabbed his cock and began by nibbling on the head. Dave gave a slight intake of breath, "stop teasing me woman and just suck it already," he said. With that said, Jennie began sucking his soft hard cock with more passion than he could remember. All Dave could think was this would be perfect if Damien was fucking her at the same time. As Dave was imagining this, he turned his head toward Damien. He couldn't believe it; Damien's cock was hard again. Damien was sitting there stroking that massive cock and watching Jennie suck him off. "Hey Damien!" Dave exclaimed. "Why don't you get back there and ram her pussy? I promise you won't be disappointed." "Are you sure man?" replied Damien. Dave shook his head yes. Jennie wasn't really paying attention to them since she was concentrating on sucking Dave's cock; however, the next thing she felt was her being moved into a doggy style position. She turned her head around and saw Damien on his knees behind her. Damien saw her looking and said, "Can I fuck that pretty pink pussy?" With her eyes wide with lust, she nodded yes and stated, "Please!" She turned back to concentrate on sucking Dave's cock but soon that concentration was interrupted with a feeling of a cock head entering her pussy. She gasped, "Oh god that's huge!" Slowly, Damien inched his cock into her pussy. "Wow you're tight!" With Damien's cock being so big, he had to take it slow. Jennie was trying not to panic because he was stretching the walls of her pussy to the brink. She had never been stretched so much in her life. Finally, Damien's cock was rammed all the way inside her pussy. Dave couldn't help it, "stop right there," he said. "I need to see your cock in her pussy!" He rose from his sitting position for a few minutes to go around back of them. What he saw, floored him. Jennie was on her hands and knees with the biggest cock he had ever seen inside her pussy. It was a beautiful sight. He came back around and sat back down in front of Jennie but not before kissing her and telling her, "Baby, you are so beautiful with your pussy stretched with that enormous cock in you." Jennie was beaming. She was in ecstasy. The minute Dave had moved, Damien had begun to ram her pussy like he had never had pussy before. He was pounding her so hard that within two minutes of Damien entering her, she was cumin. She couldn't believe how fast she had started to orgasm. "OH MY GOD!!!!!" she cried. "Fuck me hard, Damien! Fuck Me!" she exclaimed. Dave couldn't believe that his wife was actually begging Damien to fuck her. He loved getting to see Damien fucking her and knowing she was enjoying it. Just watching them made him want to cum. Dave grabbed Jennie's head and forced her to suck his cock. He was going to make sure his wife was stuffed in two of her three holes. As he was thinking of his wife getting stuff, a thought crossed him that maybe later, he and Damien could both fuck her-Damien in her pussy and himself in her ass. With this thought Dave came deep in Jennie's mouth. With cum in her mouth and a huge cock in her pussy, Jennie couldn't help but continue to cum. Within a few minutes of Dave cumin in her mouth, she felt Damien getting ready to cum. "Oh god! I need to cum! Can I cum in you pussy?" he exclaimed. "OH YES cum in my pussy! Cum deep in me baby!" she cried. Damien felt his orgasm mount and then he came sending wave after wave of sperm all in her pussy. He couldn't believe how much cum he sent into her. God he hoped she was protected because he was sure one of those little babies would get by. Jennie was spent. She couldn't believe her luck. She had just been stuffed in two holes at once and loved it. However, she didn't have time to think because Dave had grabbed her and decided he needed to fuck her. Cumin in Jennie's mouth is always good but not as good as fucking her. He thought about it for a second and knew that fucking her in her pussy wouldn't do her much good considering Damien was bigger then him. So with this thought, he got behind her and rammed his cock in her ass. She yelped for half a second then started to moan. "Oh God YES, Dave! Fuck my Ass!!!" Dave continued to fuck her loving the feel of his cock in her ass. Dave looked up and noticed that Damien's cock was rock hard again. 'Man this guy must love watching Jennie cum,' he thought. Dave stopped but not without a protest from Jennie. "Hold on one second baby! I am not finished. Get up for just two seconds. Hey Damien come lay on the floor over here. Okay Jennie, sit on Damien's cock. That's it, just like that. Now hold still. I am going to shove my cock in your ass," Dave instructed. Jennie was scared. She had never had this before but she knew that if it had to happen, she would want these two men doing it to her. As Dave was getting into position, Damien grabbed her head and began kissing her to relax her. As Dave inserted his cock into her ass, she relaxed and let them take control of her body. It took about three minutes for them to get coordinated but once they did, Jennie was in heaven. She had never felt anything like this before and she couldn't believe how many orgasms she was having. "OH YES! FUCK ME! This feels soooooo good." She exclaimed over and over. They continued to fuck her like this making sure that she was totally the center of attention. Damien was sucking on her perfect round breasts while Dave was playing with her sweet pink pussy. "OH God Yes cum in me. Fill me with your cum!" she screamed. That was all the encouragement that they needed. Within seconds they were both cumin, Damien in her pussy and Dave in her ass. After Dave had finished cumin, he removed his cock from her ass and stood up. Jennie was still sitting there on Damien's cock, when Dave picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. Damien got up and followed. Jennie was so tired that she was almost a sleep before she was laid down. Dave climbed into bed beside her while Damien was standing at the door. "Well I guess I will go lay down in the guest room," Damien stated. "Oh no you won't," exclaimed Dave, "come lay on the other side of her. She would never forgive me if I let you go to the guest room. You are now welcome in our bed anytime you want and I mean anytime." With a smile, Damien walked over to the other side of the bed and cuddled up beside Jennie. New Years Eve ‘89-'90 Flashback This story stems from an original piece called "Xmas Surprise at the Murphy's" and a parallel story called "Flashback -- Glory Hole Roulette." The story is told from the point of view of Paul Murphy (David, Colleen and Lizzy Murphy's father). When Paul finds about the events at that occurred on that notorious evening of December 22, 2008, he flashes back to New Year's Eve 1989, the night that his daughter Lizzy was conceived. Paul's flashback reveals a secret story of sex, drugs and conception...as well as a few new, unknown twists. --------------------- DECEMBER 23, APPROXIMATELY 1:05AM --------------------- BOOM!!!! My eyes opened wide but I couldn't see much, it was completely dark. I reached beside me to find my grandson and granddaughter still sound asleep, but I noticed that my wife was no longer in bed beside them. "Maggie. Maggie, you in here?" I called out softly to see if she was still in the room. There was no reply. The noise that startled me out of my deep sleep was a loud bang, like someone fell or slammed something. I shuffled my way to the bedroom door in the dark, and turned the light on to the hallway as I exited. I could see my oldest daughter Colleen at the other side of the hall holding her robe tightly closed. "What the heck was that Daddy? Are the kids ok?" Colleen asked. "Don't know what that was. The kids are still zonked out, but yer mom ain't in there no more." I replied in a tone to try to keep her calm. We both headed downstairs to try to find out what the noise was. When we got to the bottom of the steps, we could hear sounds coming from the kitchen. We entered the kitchen to find Maggie standing there making a cup of tea. At closer glance, I noticed there was a lit cigarette sitting in an ashtray on the counter. Maggie had quit smoking nearly ten years prior, when her sister died of lung cancer. She would still keep a pack or two around the house for when she got stressed out. "Mom, is everything ok? What's wrong? What happened down here?" Colleen directed towards her mother. Maggie picked the cigarette from the ashtray and took a nice long drag. "The Devil was doing his evil work, right here in my home." I had not heard Maggie speak those words in a very long time. I still didn't know exactly what she was getting at. Just then Colleen's husband Darren walked into the kitchen. "What's going on? Everything ok down here?" I interrupted, "Everyone just settle down fer a minute. Give yer mum some space. Maggie, come sit down. Tell us what happened." Maggie took one last long drag of the cigarette before smashing it down into the ashtray. "It's that little harlot again. I swear she is trying to turn me against the world or put me in an early grave. That spawn of Satan has tainted this house for the last time." My mind started to race along with my heart. What had happened? What did she see? What triggered her to say what she is saying? "Momma, please, tell us what happened." Colleen exclaimed. Maggie took a deep breath and then the most shocking words came from her mouth. "I caught that little whore FUCKING your brother right there in my living room." To hear Maggie say the word 'Fuck', especially in front of Colleen and Darren, caused me to take a few steps back in shock. I then realized that she was talking about our youngest daughter Elizabeth and our son David. I sat down in a chair at the table to collect my thoughts for a moment. Finally, Darren chimed in, "Mom, that's crazy. Are you sure you saw what you think you saw?" Then I heard Maggie speak those words again. "I saw the work of the Devil. That I know. The Devil is not welcome in my home." I crossed my arms and leaned back in the chair as my mind drifted to a specific memory in my life. One that I was asked to never speak of again, but one that is impossible to forget. I know why Maggie is referring to what happened as 'the work of the Devil', well, because... --------------------- FLASHBACK TO DECEMBER 31, 1989: --------------------- It had become tradition in recent years for me, Maggie and the kids to go all-night bowling on New Years Eve. However, it had become apparent that mine and Maggie's relationship was lacking intimacy to the point where I felt it was jeopardizing our marriage. In an attempt to rekindle that spark we once had, I spent nearly a thousand dollars to reserve the Renaissance Suite at the Westin William Penn Hotel in Downtown Pittsburgh for New Years Eve. As to not disappoint the kids, I got my parents to agree to take them bowling for the night. Our daughter Colleen was now 11 years old and our son David was 7. I knew we would have at least a few more years of celebrating New Years Eve before they were too old to hang with mom and dad. But that night, I needed to concentrate on my wife. Maggie was never much of a drinker. She would occasionally have a glass of wine with dinner, usually around holidays. The most I had ever seen her drink was at our wedding. I think she finished an entire bottle of wine and champagne by herself. That was certainly the drunkest I had ever seen her, but also the most frisky and horny. That is, until this night... I had kept the evening a secret from Maggie for the most part. She wasn't thrilled that we wouldn't be spending midnight with the kids, but she did agree that we needed a nice night out together. She figured that we were just going downtown to meet some friends, enjoy the festivities then head back home. Earlier in the day, I packed an overnight bag with a change of clothes for both of us and took it to the hotel for check in. Originally, I had reserved a normal guest suite for the night. The Renaissance Suite was booked for a local, high profile, professional football player. When I showed up for check in, I overheard a manager telling the desk clerk that of the Renaissance Suite was again available due to a cancellation. I had see if I had any shot at getting that room. I asked the clerk if I could talk to the manager. At first, the manager told me that they charge $5000 a night for that room on New Years Eve, but since they were still getting a majority of it for the late cancellation, he was willing to give me a rate of $950 for the night. I couldn't pass it up. I wanted the night to be extra special. As we were getting ready for the evening, Maggie was really concerned with what she should wear. I wasn't a very stylish guy, so when she saw that I was wearing a suit, she put on the fanciest dress she had. The weather was to be beautiful that night, nearly 50 degrees and clear skies, so there was free reign on what to wear. My memory of her when she walked out of the bathroom was as vivid as any memory that I have. She looked so gorgeous. Her light brown hair was stylishly twisted up into a bun with a few curls hanging down the side of her face. She rarely put on make-up, but when she did, it looked amazing. It all perfectly accented her big beautiful smile and bright glimmering eyes. The black, sparkling dress shaped perfectly to her slim 5'5" frame. The spaghetti straps held the top of the dress firmly against her voluptuous 38D breasts, revealing a beautiful valley of cleavage. The bottom of the dress clung tight around her well rounded hips and butt, then hung loosely down the length of her legs to her ankles. She was wearing high heels with sparkling jewels lining the strap across the toes. I didn't even know she owned a pair of heels. A slit in the dress ran from the bottom up to her thigh and revealed her black sheer stockings. She was the sexiest 34 year old woman I had ever laid eyes on. I could tell by the look in her eyes that she felt sexy too. It took every bit of restraint not to throw her down on the bed and fuck her right there. I didn't want to ruin my plans for the evening, so I simply walked to the closet and grabbed our coats. I helped her wrap a black satin shall around her shoulders, gave her a sweet peck on the cheek and we headed downstairs. As we said our goodbyes to the kids and my parents, Colleen and my mom were hooting and hollering over how amazing Maggie looked. She got so overwhelmed with flattery that her eyes started to well up with tears. "Ok, we gotta be going. You kids be good fer your gramma and pap. Love yinz." I leaned over and gave each of them a big hug and Maggie followed with kisses. I extended my arm and Maggie grabbed on, as if I was about to walk her into prom. I looked deep into her eyes and still felt that something was missing. That fire of intimacy and satisfaction we always had was fading away. I needed to bring it back. "We're gonna to have a great time tonight hun." I leaned in and gave her a kiss on the forehead. When we got into the car, there was a bottle of Dom Perignon champagne sitting on the passenger seat. Maggie picked up the bottle and said, "I don't know much about this stuff, but this is a good one. Isn't it?" "Expensive too." I nearly kicked myself when I said that. Money was always an issue with me and was probably a main ware on our relationship. I had a great financial year with my job and most of my money concerns were behind me. I actually got a pretty hefty bonus around Christmas time too, which I put away specifically for that occasion. "Only the best for my beautiful wife." I continued. "Should we pop it open now?" she asked. I was surprised. Maggie was certainly not one to do something as daring as drinking while in a moving vehicle. Again, I didn't want to risk ruining the evening, so I replied "That bottle is special. It's specifically for the midnight toast." A warm, genuine smile lit up her face as she reached down and rested her hand on top of mine. I pulled her hand up to my lips and gave it a gentle kiss right above her wedding ring. Her smile got bigger. "I love you so much Paul. I know we are going to have a great time tonight." As we got into town, I dropped Maggie off outside the bar where we were meeting some friends. I drove a few blocks to the Westin William Penn Hotel to valet my car. I paid the bell hop to take the bottle of Dom to my room and put it on ice. I then hustled my way to the bar where my wife awaited me. When I got to the bar, Maggie had already found our friends Sam and Sally. Also gathered around the table, to my surprise, was my good friend Tim, my younger sister Lindsay, my younger brother Robbie and his wife Bridgette. "Hey! Pauli!" They shouted as I approached the table. Maggie threw her arms around me. "I hope you don't mind I invited everyone to celebrate with us." I started to get a sick feeling in my stomach, thinking my entire night was going down the drain. "Paul, after midnight, we are going to keep celebrating at Linday's place." Robbie shouted. "Why don't you and Mags come along?" "Oh I don't think..." I started to reply, then Maggie interrupted. "Come on Paul. Why not spend New Years with your friends and family?" I wanted to tell her what I had planned for the night, but the timing wasn't right, so I simply replied to Robbie, "I dunno. We'll see what happens." I walk over to my buddy Tim and give him a big bear hug. Tim is a long time friend of mine since high school. We sort of went our separate ways after school, he went to college and got a teaching degree, while I went to trade school to become an electrician. Once we got settled into our careers, the friendship bond returned and we actually both ended up being each other's best man at our weddings. "How's it going Timmy? Where's Carrie tonight?" I asked. "She wanted to come, but she couldn't find a sitter in time, so she stayed home with the kids." Tim replied. "You should have called me, my parents are taking Colleen and David all-night bowling. Mark and Tina could have gone with them." "No, it's ok. Works out for me." Tim said with a devious grin. "I got a little surprise set up for myself." I laughed. "Really? Me too." I had a feeling our surprises were extremely different. Tim loved to party, and he loved to party hard. He seemed to clean up his act for the most part once he married Carrie, however, he would to go back to those old ways at times when she wasn't around. "Oh yeah? What big surprise do you have planned?" Tim inquired. "Well, I ain't told Maggie yet, but I was able ta book the big-dog suite at the Westin William Penn fer tonight. You know, the real expensive one." I responded. "The Renaissance Suite? Get the fuck out of here! How did you pull that one off?" Tim snapped back. "Someone on the Steelers had it booked but cancelled last minute. I got it fer a good price too." "Lucky dog. Man, you need to throw a party. I am meeting up with someone in a little while to score some blow. Invite everyone. I heard that place is laid out." I hesitated, let the idea sink in, then replied, "No. I can't. This is gonna be a special night fer me 'n Maggie." "That's cool man. I understand you want to be alone with your wife tonight. Who does look amazing, I must say." As he nudged my arm with his elbow and winked in Maggie's direction. "Well, if the opportunity presents itself, you shouldn't pass it up. It would be a hell of a good time." I just shrugged my shoulders and walked back to my seat at the table. Around 10:45pm, I was 10 beers in and Maggie had downed at least 8 glasses of wine and champagne. Her low tolerance for drinking was starting to show. When her left hand wasn't lifting the glass to her lips, it was under the table rubbing my thigh or fondling my crotch. I could tell she was getting quite frisky. All of the sudden, she then turned to me, looked in my eyes with a drunken stare and said "Babe, we are all going to have to take a cab to your sister's place. There is no way you can drive." Then she started pointing around the table. "Neither can she, or him, or her, or him, or her, or him....and especially not me. We just need to remember to grab your bottle of yummy champagne from the car." I couldn't take it anymore. I had to reveal my surprise. I leaned close to Maggie's ear and whispered to her, "We ain't gotta take a cab to nowhere. I booked us the best room in Pittsburgh at the Westin William Penn." Maggie shouted, "No! Are you serious. WoooooHoooo!" She threw her hands up in the air. "Everybody, we don't have to go anywhere. We are going to the Westin." Everyone around the table expressed their surprise and I could tell they were all really excited. I turned to Maggie and said softly, "Baby, I got the room for us. I wanna be alone with just you tonight." She replied, "We can't blow off your family now. Just invite them up for a little while." She stood up from her chair. "It's up to you. You decide. I have to go to the ladies room." I knew that if I had everyone come to the hotel, my intimate plans for Maggie would be ruined. As soon as Maggie was out of sight, I turned to everyone at the table. "Look guys, there is nothin' I want more than to party with yinz, but ya have to understand that I planned this night specially for me and Mags." Lindsay replied, "We understand. We don't wanna ruin your plans. What kind of room did you get?" "A suite. The best one they got." I told them. "You mean the main, super big, richie rich suite?" Robbie exclaimed. "Holy shit bro. How do you get that room and not have a party? It should be illegal for there not to be a party in that suite on New Years Eve." I actually started to feel a little guilty. It was typical of my brother to put me through a guilt trip. "Ok guys. Yinz are welcome to come up and party. But yinz have to give me at least a few hours alone with Maggie. I'm doin' all this for her." Big smiles reappeared on their faces as I told them this. "Hell yes bro. Do what you gotta do." Robbie responded. "Everyone coming? I need to let the front desk and guard know." I told them. They all responded 'yes', I turned to Tim. "Are you in?" "You know it. I wouldn't miss it. Should I try to get some more stuff?" Tim asked. "Get what you can get" I told him. "Ok. Yinz just keep partying around town 'til the bars close. I'll tell the front desk to expect yinz around 2 in the morning." When Maggie returned from the restroom, I had her coat in my hands, opened up for her to put on. She took lead and quickly slid her arms into the coat. "Bye everyone. Guess we are leaving. Love you all." Lindsay replied, "Happy New Year Mags. We will see you a little later." Maggie turned and gave me a big smile. We left the bar and walked the few blocks to the hotel. I held Maggie close to me the entire way. I could tell she was extremely excited to see what our suite was like. Once we got to the hotel, I chatted with the desk clerk and security guard about the friends I had showing up later in the night. They didn't seem to mind much, especially after I gave each a hefty tip. To get to the floor that our suite was on, we were escorted by a concierge and a guard who had to use a special key to get the elevator to function. Once on our floor, there were 2 doors; one said 'To Presidential Suites' and the other said 'To Renaissance Suite'. Again, the guard used the special key to get into the door, which lead to a large foyer with marble floors, high ceilings, chandeliers, a grand piano...I thought we had entered some sort of ballroom. All of the sudden, the concierge stepped out in front of us and spoke with some sort of foreign accent. "Welcome to the Renaissance Suite of the Westin William Penn Hotel. My name is Marco. Please do not hesitate to contact me for any needs you may have. Feel free to use any of the amenities included in your suite at no extra charge. A security guard will be present outside the foyer door at all times while guests are present in the suite. We will be sure to alert you on the room telephone once your guests have arrived. Have a wonderful evening." We were both completely blown away by the surroundings and the service. I reached in my pockets, grabbed out what cash remained and handed it to Marco. It was probably about eighty dollars or so, but I didn't care. Me and Maggie were both anxious to see how amazing the suite was. "Thank you much sir. Please do not hesitate to contact me for anything your might need. A very warm and Happy New Year to you folks." As Marco said that, he and the guard exited the foyer door. I quickly scooped up Maggie and carried her across the room, just as I did when I carried her across the threshold on the night of our wedding. Once we entered the door to the suite, we were both overwhelmed by what we saw. The size of the main room was probably more square footage than our entire house. It had cathedral ceilings with skylights, several crystal chandeliers, marble floors with oriental rugs placed throughout, multi-level lounging areas, large screened televisions everywhere, a fully stocked bar, large windows showing an amazing view of Downtown Pittsburgh, and a large hot tub sunk into the floor. At the far end of the suite, was the entrance to the bathroom which had a huge Jacuzzi tub, a glass enclosed shower, a separate sauna room, a large walk-in closet, a powder area for the women, big double sinks, mirrors everywhere, a toilet and a bidet and everything in there was beautiful marble. To the right of the suite, were entrances to three separate bedrooms. Two of the bedrooms were set up exactly the same with king sized beds with nice suede comforters and spreads, a large TV, plenty of closet space, and a few pieces of fancy furniture. The master bedroom had a king sized bed with an all silk spread, at least 50 different pillows, mirrors lining the ceiling, two large TVs, exotic furniture everywhere and it's own toilet room with a sink. We both thought we had died and gone to heaven. New Years Eve ‘89-'90 Flashback I turned Maggie around in my arms and asked, "So, what do ya think?" She was speechless. We spent another ten minutes or so walking around the suite, absorbing how amazing everything was. I then ventured behind the bar, where my bottle of Dom Perignon along with 2 others just like it were being chilled in a bucket of ice. I pulled the bucket to the top of the bar. The enormous clock on the wall showed that is was 11:30pm. "Well, I was gonna save the good stuff for midnight, but since we have extra now, I guess we can pop one open." I grabbed two champagne glasses and started to open the bottle. Maggie walked up and sat down on a stool in front of the bar. "I feel like a queen or some sort of celebrity in this place. I feel like it's all a dream." I replied, "Only the best for my..." Then, all of the sudden... POP! CRACK! The cork went flying up towards the ceiling and bounced around one of the chandeliers. We both looked at each other and started laughing. I poured some champagne into each of our glasses. We both raised our glasses for a toast. "This is crazy, ain't it? To my gorgeous wife, who I love with all my heart." I said as I gazed into her beautiful hazel eyes. "I love you so much baby." Maggied replied with a big, warm smile on her face. "What do you wanna do?" I asked. "First things first, I have to get out of these shoes." Maggie said with an expression of discomfort on her face. "When is everyone else showing up? I didn't bring anything else to change into. I can't wear this dress all night and sleep in it." "No worries hun. I brought an overnight bag for us. We have plenty of time to relax and enjoy the place. Everyone else ain't showing up 'til the bars close." I grabbed my glass and the bottle, walked from behind the bar, grabbed Maggie's hand and led her across the room to the lounging area. I sat her down on a big comfortable couch the faced the windows, so that she could enjoy the amazing view of the city. I sat my glass and the bottle of champagne on the marble coffee table in front of the couch. I reach down and grabbed one of Maggie's feet and lifted it up to my waist. "Here, le'me get these things off for you." I removed the shoe then grabbed her other foot. Maggie's smile never left her face as she continued to sip her glass of champagne. I removed the other shoe, then started rubbing my face against the softness of her stockings. I dropped to my knees in front of her, propped both of her legs up on my shoulders so that my face was right at the opening of her dress. A rush of warm moist air engulfed my face. I had been missing that scent for too long. I could feel my dick start to stiffen in my pants. I worked soft kisses up the inside of each leg. As I started to push the bottom of the dress up over her thighs, Maggie stopped me. "Here, it isn't going to work that way." She grabbed me by my collar, pulled me up to her on the couch, gave me a big kiss, then pushed me to the side. She stood up in front of me, lowered the shoulder straps of the dress, then pulled her arms up through. She grabbed the top of the dress in each hand and slowly began to slide it down her tight body. I felt my cock go completely rigid when her big beautiful tits fell out of the dress material. She continued to work the dress down as she swayed her hips back and forth in such a seductive fashion. As she slid the dress down her stomach and over the curve of her hips, some markings of childbirth were still slightly apparent, but it did not take away from her amazing body. I unbuttoned and removed my dress shirt and undershirt. As soon as her dress fell down around her ankles, it was revealed that she was not wearing any panties. Her black stockings covered the full length of her leg but stopped right at the top of each thigh. My jaw dropped. I had never seen Maggie, or anyone for that matter, look so sexy. She kick the dress off her ankle, almost landing it into the hot tub across the room. As she climbed on top of me, I placed my hands around the back of her thighs and could feel that the top of her stocking were soaked with her wetness. She leaned over me and began kissing me deeply, while her breasts were pressed firmly against my neck. She then leaned upward a bit, grabbed her tit and positioned her big pink nipple onto my lips. I could feel the center of her nipple harden and bud out as I sucked into my mouth and worked it over with my tongue. She removed her tit and replaced it with the other one. I could feel the insides of her thighs getting wetter and wetter as I continued to suck her titties. I didn't figure this was going to last much longer. Maggie wasn't typically into much foreplay, maybe a little oral and some kissing, but usually it was just straight sex. I was shocked when she slid down between my legs, undid my belt, button and zipper, then swiftly sucked the swollen head of my cock into her mouth. I had to control myself not blow my load too soon, but it had been so long since the last time. She pulled off of me for a moment, only long enough to remove my shoes, pants and underwear. As she returned her mouth to my dick, she throated it all the way down to my balls. Her tongue was working magic around my swelling shaft. She again pulled off of me and positions her boobs directly above my tool. One thing Maggie never did was talk dirty. She hated using curse words. She didn't have to say anything though, I knew what she wanted. She wanted me to titty fuck her. I slid my pulsating prick between her soft tit pillows, pressed them firmly together and began to pump in and out. She would lick the head of my cock each time it pushed through the top of her cleavage. With her eyes closed tight, she began to moan louder and louder with each stroke. I figured she could not be getting that much pleasure out of a titty fuck, then I leaned my head to the side a bit and noticed that had been finger fucking her pussy the entire time. Her eyes opened, she removed her hand from her crotch and stuffed her cum coated fingers into my mouth. I felt my balls begin to tingle, so I pulled out from between her boobs. I was able to save myself from shooting my load just yet. I laid Maggie down on the couch next to me, lowered my head between her legs and began to suck her juices that had seeped into the tops of her stockings. I rolled each stocking down the entire length of her leg, kissing every inch along the way, eventually returning to her waiting pussy. I tickled around the outside of her outer lips with the tip of my tongue before plunging it fully into her lathered hole. I could feel her juices splatter out onto my chin and drip down to the couch cushions. I then positioned my body over top of Maggie's. She pulled my face close to hers so that she could lick all her cum from my lips and chin. My throbbing cock had no problem gliding all the way into her slick cunt. My wife's pussy had never felt so hot and wet before. I could feel her inside spasm and tighten around my dick with each powerful pump. It wasn't much longer before I felt that tension return to my nuts. I pushed my cock as deep into Maggie as I could get and shot like a fire hose trying to put out a fire in her womb. All of the sudden, the sky outside the windows lit up with beautiful explosions of red, yellow and green. It was exactly midnight. I looked into my wife's sparkling eyes and whispered "Happy New Year baby." Out of breath, Maggie only replied with a big smile as we laid there in each other's arms, watching the fireworks show. After the finale, Maggie looked into my face and said, "Sauna time." She wrapped her legs tight around my waist, I lifted her up and carried her into the bathroom. I held my dick in place that entire time, corking her opening from leaking my seed. The motion of walking made Maggie bounce a bit on my hips, causing my cock to become completely hard again inside her. Still holding her tight, I set the controls for 120 degrees and we entered the sauna. I was unaware that it was necessary to preheat a sauna for a while to get it up to temperature. It didn't matter to us much, we were creating our own heat. I laid Maggie flat on the bench and again started to pound her pussy with long, hard strokes. After about ten minutes of heavy, aggressive fucking, the sauna heat began to rise rapidly. The steam seemed to stimulate every inch of my skin and my entire body started to tingle. The heat was so intense that it felt like my ball sack was hanging all the way to the floor. I could feel it sway back between my legs with each pull, then smash onto Maggie's damp ass with each push. The added sensation became too much. My body froze and my dick began to spew more and more cum into Maggie's womb. As I removed my spent cock from inside her, the cum coating all over my crotch caught her eye. She slid to her knees in front of me and began to lick and suck every bit of mine and her cum from my dick and nut sack. Afterward, we relaxed and enjoyed the sauna for about another half an hour, until the timer went off. I led Maggie to the master bedroom so that we could both change into our overnight clothes. I forgot to pack a bra for her, but did include panties, a white t-shirt, socks and a pair of satin shorts. We returned to the main area of the suite, poured some more champagne and relaxed while we waited for our guests to arrive. Around 2:30am, I received a call from the front desk, to inform me that there were seven guests instead of six, and that they were on their way up. Within a few minutes, there was a knock at the suite door. As I opened the door, the security guard had me verify that they were the visitors that I was expecting. I greeted everyone as they rushed into the suite with amazed and drunken looks on their faces. Tim was the last to enter, but had a woman on his arm that certainly wasn't his wife, nor did I recognize her. "Paul this is Ginger. Ginger, Paul." I extended my hand as a greeting while I looked her over from head to toe. She was a stunning young woman that I pegged as being in her early to mid-twenties. She was about 5'8" with long, straight, blond hair. She had a cute, innocent face; firm, perky breasts; a slim waist, but a nice thick frame from the hips down. Much like Maggie, her dress complimented every curve of her body well. As Tim walked by, I pulled him back. "Where'd ya find her? You better behave. I don't want to get into the middle of shit with you and Carrie again..." Tim stopped me..."Relax buddy. It's New Years. Besides, the parties just beginning. I got some nice surprises." Tim revealed few small bags concealed in his pocket, one with several vials of white powder, one with some sort of pills and one with a couple pre-rolled joints. I gave everyone a quick tour, then convened around the bar. I opened the remaining bottles of Dom, poured everyone a glass, as Tim lit up one of the joints and passed it around. Maggie was a little worried about their being drugs around until I saw Tim gather with her, Bridgette, Lindsay and Sally on the other side of the room and hand them each a pill. He got each to take the pill and follow it by chugging their glasses of champagne. I turned to Ginger who remained at the bar. "Why ain't you partying with the ladies?" "I already took one earlier." She replied. "What did he give 'em?" "Have you ever heard of X-T-C?" "Oh! Yeah, sure I've heard of that." I had heard of the drug known as Ecstacy, however, I was unaware of it's effects. I was amazed to see Maggie take the pill without argument. As everyone returned to the bar, I refilled their glasses. I don't think Robbie and Sam even saw the women take the drug, so I leaned over to Tim and whispered "Ya got more of that for me?" Tim leaned in with a whisper as well. "That was more for the ladies. Don't worry about it. I got something else good for us to do in a little bit." We continued to sit around the bar drinking and passing around joints for about another 15 minutes or so, then Robbie spoke up..."What's wrong with us? Why aren't we in that hot tub right now?" Maggie replied, "None of us have swim suits silly." As she grabbed Robbie's bicep and started to rub it awkwardly. "That's why we have underwear. Same thing." Before I knew it, Robbie and Sam were stripped down to their boxers, while Sally, Bridgette and Lindsay got down to bras and panties. At 32, Robbie was an iron worker with a bronzed, ripped body that would make most men envious and most women salivate. Robbie actually met his gorgeous wife Bridgette three years prior while on vacation in Las Vegas. They met there, fell in love instantly, got married after knowing each other only a few days. She moved to Pittsburgh with him and they have been happy ever since. Bridgette who worked as a cocktail waitress in Vegas, was a total knockout; 30 years old, tall, thin, toned and curvy in the right spots. Sam was a good friend of mine from the electricians union. Much like me, though 2 years younger at 37, Sam had the typical build of a middle aged blue collar worker; mostly pale, muscular but not well defined and a slight beer gut. His wife Sally, also 37, was a very attractive woman; sort of reminded me of the TV actress Susan Summers, but a slightly thicker build. Lindsay at age 28 was still my baby sis. She was always curious to the family because she never seemed to show much interest in boys, but we never questioned her sexuality directly to her. Throughout high school, she was a bit of a tomboy, yet she still seemed to hang out with the hottest girls in the school, which benefited me and Robbie growing up. I always thought that Lindsay was a very pretty girl; 5'4, athletic build, shoulder length dark brown hair; a very plain but natural look. Lindsay and Bridgette became instant best friends the day Robbie introduced her to our family. Maggie was hesitant about getting into the hot tub because she had no bra under her white t-shirt. It didn't take much for the others to finally convince her to join them. Tim leaned to me and Ginger. "Let's not get involved with that just yet. I have a surprise in the bathroom." As we walked to the bathroom, I watched as my family and friends rushed into the hot tub like a bunch of little kids. As Maggie slowly lowered herself into the water, her entire shirt instantly became soaked, revealing a masked view of her amazing breasts and nipples. Maggie quickly covered her chest by crossing her arms in front of her. "Come on Mags. You have nothing to be ashamed of. None of us do." Lindsay said as she reached back, unclipped her bra and threw it to the side. Sally did the same. "Yeah, we are all adults here Maggie." Robbie reached over and helped Bridgette removed her bra and she reached down into the water and pulled up her panties. "We have nothing to hide. Tonight is all about having fun. No worries." A bit of relief seemed to wash over Maggie's face as Robbie slid behind her and began to massage her shoulders. "Mags, you are way to tense. Let me help you relax a bit." As I stood there like a deer in headlights, Tim called from the bathroom. "Yo! Pauli. You coming or what?" I wanted to join everyone in the hot tub, but then I shook it off and walked into the bathroom. As I shut the door, Tim pulled one of the vials of powder from his pocket and dumped it onto the marble sink top. "We have Ginger here to thank for all these wonderful gifts. This is really good stuff too." Tim announced as he used a credit card to separate the cocaine into six equal lines. "Well, thank ya much Ginger." I replied with a nod and a smile. Tim pulled a tightly wound dollar bill from his pocket and handed it to me. "You first buddy. You are the man of the hour." I had not done coke in quite a while, so I was a bit hesitant at first. "Come on, we'll never have a night like this again. Might as well enjoy it." Tim urged. I grabbed the dollar, leaned to the counter, snorted one line up my right nostril then another up my left nostril. The rush was instantaneous. My entire body seemed to become weightless and tingled as I stared into the large mirror behind the sinks. Ginger snorted her lines then handed the dollar to Tim. He leaned down, snorted both lines in one swift motion, then licked the remaining residue from the countertop. Tim then stood up straight, pulled Ginger to him and started to kiss her deeply while his hands fondled her big round ass. Completely stoned, I took a few steps back and sat down on the wooden bench outside the bath area so I could enjoy the show. This certainly was not the first time I witnessed Tim cheating on his wife, but then again, I wasn't exactly the husband of the decade either. Before I even realized it, Ginger was standing there in just a bra and panties as her dress had been moved all the way down to her ankles. As they continued to kiss, her hand made its way into the zipper of Tim's pants. All of the sudden, they stopped. Tim looked over at me and could probably see the erection that was forming in my sweat shorts. Tim walked Ginger towards the door, handed her two more vials, whispered something in her ear, then he exited the bathroom. Ginger stuffed the vials down into her cleavage, quickly locked the door behind Tim, then strolled her sexy body over towards me. My heart began to race like mad. I wasn't sure if it was from the drugs or if it was the situation, but probably a combination of both. "So you are the stud that got this amazing suite?" She said as she stood in front of me, swaying her sexy hips back and forth. "Yeah. Got it so I could have a nice night with my wife, but..." My erection continued to grow as I stared at her thick, healthy body dancing seductively before me. " Oh. That is your wife out there in the t-shirt and shorts? She is beautiful. Amazing tits." She said as she glided her hands up and down the sides of her body. "I hope we didn't ruin your night by barging in like this." I was completely mesmerized. "Not at all. We wanted yinz to come." She reached between her tits and pulled out two tiny bottles of cocaine. "Well, Mr. Tim gave me these and told me to show you a good time." Within seconds, her bra and panties disappeared. Ginger was straddling my lap with her ripe young breasts inches from my face. She opened one of the vials and sprinkled a few thick lines of coke onto each tit. I leaned forward and snorted as much of the white powder off her skin as I could. "Lick the rest off and suck on my nipples." Ginger demanded. I licked off the remaining powder and sucked her huge brown nipple into my mouth. Though I was stoned out of my mind, I could tell that my tongue went completely numb as it lashed back and forth on her nipple. I then moved to the other tit and did the same. When I pulled away after several minutes of licking and sucking, she moved my hands to her tits and urged me to pinch them as hard as I could. I could tell that she was getting extreme pleasure from this and not pain. All of the sudden I felt warm wetness on my crotch. I thought that I maybe shot my load without realizing, then noticed that it was Ginger's juices that had drenched my shorts. She stood up, pulled me up with her, removed my shirt, then dropped to her knees and removed my shorts and underwear. With my cock still hard as can be, Ginger poured a long thick line of coke across the entire length of my rod. She took a few quick snorts then immediately sucked my entire dick into her mouth and throat. She held me in her mouth while her tongued worked up and down and around my shaft, trying to remove any remaining powder. I felt her hand move to massage my balls as she started to bob her head back and forth. I grabbed onto her hair and went along with the motions of her bobbing head, making it feel like I was in control somewhat. New Years Eve ‘89-'90 Flashback I leaned my head back and could feel the coke drip down the back of my throat as stared at the ceiling. Euphoria engulfed my mind and body as I envisioned myself as an airplane flying high above the earth. As I swooped down beneath the clouds, I now felt free and uncontained, as if I was a hawk gliding along the clear blue sky. Variations of heat and cold shocked my body as I soared through the air, ripping through beams of sunlight and the darkness of shadows. Suddenly, an eruption of extreme pleasure engulfed my body and pulled me back to reality. When I opened my eyes, I was positioned above Ginger, who was laying flat on the warm marble floor. Both of us were completely drenched with sweat. As I leaned back to a kneeling position, it revealed my softened, cum coated dick. Ginger sat up in a haste, searching between us. "Where is your condom? Didn't you put on a condom? I told you..." I didn't know how to respond. I didn't even realize we had sex. I looked towards the door and noticed an unopened condom that Tim must have slipped under the door. "Oh my god. You didn't cum inside me, did you?" She said nervously. Though we were not completely sure, I think we both knew the answer to that question. Ginger quickly got herself up into a squatting position. She pushed two fingers deep inside her pussy, worked them around. When she removed her fingers, a few large globs of cum poured out of her cunt onto the marble floor. I sat there with a complete look of shock on my face. "Holy fuck. This is so bad. My boyfriend is going to kill me." She said as she began to cry. I tried my best to comfort her. "Boyfriend? Dear, if you have a boyfriend, what are you doing here with Tim?" She looked up at me with a scared look on her face. "Mr. McGrady has always been so kind to me, so I do whatever I can for him when he asks." All of the sudden, it hit me like a ton of bricks. Tim (Mr. McGrady) was a math and science teacher at a local high school. He had told me stories about a student that would always flirt and do things with him. It went as far as him giving her good grades in return for blowjobs and free drugs. He never told me what grade she was in or how old she was, but he would always referred to her as his own little 'Spice Girl'. Ginger...spice....drugs. It all started to come together in my brain. "Ginger, are you Tim's student? Dear, how old are ya?" I asked with a lump in my throat. "I used to be his student. I graduated last year. I am 19." My jaw dropped. I was at least slightly relieved that she wasn't a minor, but still couldn't believe what I had done. "If you have a boyfriend, why ain't you with him on New Years?" "He is home with our 14 month old daughter. He thinks that I am just hanging out with a few of my girlfriends for the night." The situation seemed to get worse and worse with each moment. "I'll get ya a cab to where you need to go, but I really think ya need to get goin' now." I gathered our clothes that were scattered around the bathroom, so we could get dressed. My shorts were still damp with Ginger's essence, but I had no choice but to put them on. I helped Ginger wiggle herself back into her tight dress, then grabbed a towel to wipe up the pool of cum that was in the middle of the floor. As I opened the bathroom door, the effects of the drugs and alcohol still remained. I felt as if all our surroundings were surreal. My obscured view focused strictly on the front door of the suite. I had to get Ginger out of there immediately. I opened the door and instructed the security guard to escort Ginger to the lobby and make sure a cab was called for her at my expense. "Thank you and I'm sorry Mr. Murphy. You are a sweet man." Ginger said as she walked away with the guard. I shut the door and leaned up against it, still quite stoned, yet in a bit of shock over what had just occurred. When I made my first few steps back into the suite, I felt like I was in a movie and everything went to slow motion. I could hear moaning coming from all points in the room. I started to look around and noticed the complete insanity that had become of this night. As I approached the lounge area, I first noticed Sam sitting on a couch near the windows. In Sam's lap, Robbie's wife Bridgette was bobbing her head up and down on his cock. On the floor behind her, my baby sis Lindsay had her tongue buried deep inside Bridgette's asshole. I couldn't believe my eyes. Everyone was completely naked and fucking in some fashion. I looked to the adjacent couch and there was Sam's wife Sally getting fucked doggy style by Tim. In front of Sally was someone I didn't recognize at first, but then realized it was Marco, our concierge. Sally had her hand wrapped around Marco's massive tool, stroking it and licking around its enormous swollen head. Tim motioned for me to come over. "Hope you don't mind that I let Marco join in the fun. He brought all the condoms up for us. Did you get the one I slid under the door? Where's Gin..." I interrupted. "What the fuck is going on out here? This is fuckin nuts." "Chill out man. We're all just having a good time. We are all being safe about it." I then did a scan of the room, looking for Maggie. Up near the bar I noticed that my brother Robbie had my wife bent over a stool and was fucking her from behind. I suddenly got extremely light headed and stumbled backward onto the couch next to Sam. This couldn't be real, it had to be a dream. I started smacking myself hard across the face. Bridgette pulled her mouth from Sam's cock and said, "Woah, looks like Pauli likes it rough." She reached over and dug her nails into my side as she gripped onto the waistband of my shorts. "What's with these clothes. We got to get these off right now." She tugged at my shorts with one hand until they slid down far enough to reveal my semi-hard dick. Bridgette moved from between Sam's legs to between mine. She pulled my shorts and underwear down to my ankles then lowered her head into my lap. Lindsay moved next to me on the couch to watch. Bridgette tongue bathed the inside of my thighs, balls and dick. "Mmmmmm. Tastes like someone has been getting busy tonight." Bridgette said as she continued to lick the slimy film of cum that had collected in my private area throughout the night. I watched as Sam's positioned himself behind Bridgette, opened a condom and rolled it over his stiff pole. I saw Bridgette's face cringe with anticipation as Sam slowly slid his cock into her tuned-up asshole. I felt a foot strike me in my arm. I looked over to find my sister showing her flexibility by spreading her legs wide apart to each side, exposing her fresh pink hole. "Yeah Sammy. Fuck that tight little asshole. Give Bridgette the good fucking that she deserves." Lindsay yelled out as she began to slam two fingers into her slick, tight canal. My boner got stronger as I watch my little sis finger fuck herself, while Bridgette took the length of my cock into her mouth. I could feel the pressure of her mouth clamping down strong once Sam started to slam harder and harder into Bridgette's ass. I guess the intense sounds of Bridgette's moaning caught Robbie's attention, because I watched him walk Maggie over to the lounge area, still with a condom on his fully erect dick. Robbie sat on the couch right on the other side of Lindsay. As soon as Robbie sat down, Maggie climbed into his lap and slid his cock right back into her gooey cunt. I thought I was losing my mind. I was sitting there watching my brother fuck my wife, my sister finger herself and my sister blow me while getting fucked in the ass. Marco walked over and stood above Lindsay, stroking his cock to keep it hard while he tried to roll a condom over the meaty head. His dick was like something I had only seen in porno movies. This thing had to be as fat as a soda can and at least 12 inches long, because once he got the condom on, it only covered about half his length. He knelt on the floor in front of Lindsay and positioned the head of his dick at her opening. Lindsay removed her fingers and Marco stretched his way into my sister's inexperienced hole. Lindsay reached her hand over and slid her soaked fingers into Bridgette's mouth along with my dick. Bridgette pulled her head from my lap so that she could concentrate on licking Lindsay's cum covered fingers. I looked around the room and everyone had the same pleased, sexual expression on their faces, even Maggie. I felt a hand return to stroke my cock, but when I looked down, I realized it was Lindsay's hand jerking me off. Bridgette returned her head to my lap and began to lick and suck my balls again. I was so close to cumming again, I didn't know what to do. Then, it all seemed to happen like a chain reaction. I looked over at Tim and he had Sally sort of upside down, half on the couch and half off. He stopped his fucking motion, pulled his dick out of her, peeled off the condom and shot his load all over Sally's face and tits. As Sam pulled his cock out of Bridgette's asshole, she spun around to her knees and ripped the condom off for him so he could blast his thick streams of cum all over her pretty face and perfect chest. Robbie raised Maggie from his lap, and to my surprise Lindsay used her free hand to reach over and remove his condom. Robbie then positioned himself on the couch so that Lindsay could stroke the load out of his dick right onto her face and into her mouth. I was in shock, but could feel my balls start to tense up. Lindsay turned to me and said with a pool of cum still in her mouth, "Ok Pauli. It's your turn. I want both my brothers' cum in my mouth at the same time." I lifted my pelvis towards Lindsay's face just in time for me to expend whatever bit of semen remained in my balls, out into my sister's wide open mouth. She used her fingers to scoop up whatever cum strayed off onto her nose, cheeks and chin then sucked that into her mouth too. I could hear her swish it all around in her mouth with her tongue right before she gulped it all down. Then, just like clockwork, Marco pulled his massive cock out of Lindsay's now stretched out pussy, but the condom was gone. It must have slipped or ripped off his dick inside of her. Marco took a step back and started to unleash the biggest, most forceful load of cum I had ever seen. It went everywhere; on the couch, on the floor, some on Maggie, some on Bridgette, but most of it ended up on Lindsay. It looked like someone had dumped an entire bottle of liquid soap all over her body. Still in a bit of shock, I looked over at Maggie and realized that things were starting to set in on her mind. She had a very sad expression on her face. I got up, grabbed our clothes that were scattered on the floor then led Maggie to the master bedroom. When I return from getting cleaned up in the bathroom, Maggie was already passed out on the bed. I went to the bedroom door to shut it and lock it, and noticed that there were still some sexual action going on in various areas of the suite. Completely spent, I laid in bed next to my beautiful wife and fell asleep. Around 10:30am the next morning, I was awakened to the sound of Maggie throwing up in the small bathroom next to our bedroom. When I knocked on the door to ask if everything was ok, she did not respond. I exited the bedroom, but everyone was gone from the suite. The place actually looked just as spotless as when we first arrived. I started to think that I maybe dreamed the entire night, until I got to the bathroom and found a heaping pile of used towels on the floor in the corner. When I returned to the bedroom, Maggie was sitting at the edge of the bed crying. I walked over to comfort her, but she pushed me away. "I can't believe we let that happened last night. I feel so ashamed. I feel like the Devil had a hand in what happened in this hell." She placed her head in her hands and cried out, "Oh God, please forgive us for what we have done." When we left the hotel that morning, I was about $1,500 poorer and my marriage was worse off than before. The next several weeks were extremely tough because Maggie would hardly speak to me, let alone be intimate in any way. Sometime in mid-February, Maggie discovered that she was about 6 weeks pregnant. She knew for sure that the baby growing inside her was spawned on that dreadful night. Though we were both positive the child was mine, she still would not be at peace with herself without testing once the child was born. On September 19, 1990 she gave birth to our beautiful baby daughter Elizabeth Kyna Murphy. She promised to me, and to God, that she would never mention what happened that night to anyone ever. She swore me to secrecy and said she would leave me if anyone who was involved ever brought it up or if anything like that ever happened again. --------------------- RETURN TO PRESENT (NOW DECEMBER 23, APPROXIMATELY 1:40AM) --------------------- I opened my eyes, not realizing that I had actually fallen asleep. Neither Colleen or Darren were in the kitchen anymore. I looked over to Maggie, she had was smoking another cigarette and had that same scowl of disgust on her face. I was going to get up and walk over to comfort her, but I realized that I had a full erection tenting my pajama pants. This would not have been a good time for her to notice such a thing. "Hun, lets go up to bed. We will try to figure this all out in the morning." I softly mentioned. Maggie took another long drag off her cigarette then said, "You know I tried for so many years to forget that hellish night that Elizabeth was conceived, but now I am convinced that God is getting his revenge on us for what we did." She took another drag before smashing the butt down into the ashtray. "I don't think I ever want to see that whore again and I don't know that I will ever be able to look David in the face without being disgusted." I reached over and grabbed her hands. "I think you are maybe over reacting to this. Please let's just go back up to bed." She yanked her hands away from me and gave me an evil stare. "Leave me alone." I got up and walked out of the kitchen. I stopped at the front door to see if Lizzy was maybe still outside. I saw nothing but the dark of the night. When I got to my bedroom, Colleen was curled up on the bed next to the kids. "Daddy, is that you?" I could see Colleens silhouette sit up in the bed. I didn't want to turn on the light and possibly wake the kids, so I shuffled over to the bed in the dark. "Yeah, it's me. Go on back to yer room with Darren." "Is Mom going to be alright?" I helped Colleen up from the bed and guided her to the door. "She'll be fine. It's been a crazy night. Go back to bed and try not to worry about it." I gave Colleen a soft hug and a kiss on the forehead. "So you know, I saw David carrying Lizzy away in the front yard. I wonder where they went? I hope she is alright." Colleen said with sincere concern in her voice. I was relieved to hear that David was with Lizzy, otherwise I probably would have left to go find her. "She'll be fine. Everything'll be alright. Just good to sleep dear. Figure things out in the mornin'." "Good night Daddy." As Colleen leaned in for another hug, the light from the hallway shined directly onto the opening of her robe and I could see the damp material of her tank top clinging to both her nipples. My heart started to race and my pajama pants started to tent again. I quickly shut the door, sort of pushing Colleen along with it. What was going on in my mind? I felt like such a dirty old man. I felt sort of ashamed, so instead of climbing back into bed with my grandchildren, I sat down in the rocking chair in the corner of the room. As I sat in the chair, I couldn't get the visions of what it must have been like catching Lizzy and David having sex. Only, in my mind, I wasn't disgusted like Maggie, I was a little turned on. I rocked back and forth in the chair, trying to think of other things. I knew tomorrow was going to be a whole new adventure for our twisted family, and I finally coaxed myself to sleep. New Year's Eve So it was New Years eve, the time to party, to celebrate, and with any bit of luck, get laid. And in the past I've had absolutely no problems getting laid on New Years Eve. Sometimes it was because I was lucky, others it was because I lowered my standards, or alcohol lowered them and I got laid. In either case my main goal of having sex has been accomplished on NYE since I turned 18, and I'm now 29. So I guess I am at least guaranteed to get laid once a year. This year was no different, only this time I felt as though I was in for a sure thing. Reason? A good friend of mine, whom I've never slept with, who I never knew had sexual feelings towards men had starting experiencing the pleasures of man on man action. And most recently he'd been flirting with me pretty hardcore. So why wait until NYE? Because he lives quite far away. I am in Philly, he's in Boston, not exactly convenient for a booty call. And now, since he was back in the Philly area at his parents for NYE and we'd been flirting as I mentioned pretty hardcore, I knew I was in for a good lay. And I got laid, oh yes, and it turned out to be way more hot than I had ever imagined it would be. All the flirting, dirty talking, phone and cyber sex had built up this fantasy, but the reality far exceeded my expectations. Which is why I felt the need to put it on paper, so I could remember this experience forever. Showing up fashionably late the party was already starting it's full swing. By time I got to my friend Jim's parent's house it was nearing 9:30pm. His parents are filthy rich, so their home was huge, and immaculately decorated, not to mention they hired valets for the evening. So while some sweet looking honey parked my car, I headed into the house. I mingled, I drank, I met some new and old friends, but after a half hour I had yet to find Jim. No lie it took me over an hour to find him, and when I did he took me up stairs. My heart was racing, my crotch was aching, and my hands were sweating as I followed Jim into the far end of the house to a guest suite complete with private bath. It was no joke and neither was Jim, physically I mean. He's a tall well built jock type with longer dirty blonde hair than hung slightly over his face and that slight stubble around his chin ala Tom Brady that the ladies and the men, as far as I am concerned go for. And then he has these bright penetrating blue eyes set back under a dark shadow created by his brow. "Here's where you'll be staying." He said. "Will I have some company?" I asked, flirting. Jim just smiled at me, then turned away. "Unsure." He said then turned and laughed and winked. But his tone was off, like he seemed timid. Which made my mind wonder a little, I mean the only reason I came to this party was for him. So I was concerned that I wasn't going to get anything from this. And after months of teasing I was expecting an end result, namely with his cum somewhere either in or on my body. I looked over the room, wondering what the next move was. I had no idea if his parents knew of his recent sexual desires, I had no idea if he were willing to compromise any aninimity during the party, so I stood there, looking over Jim who was looking stunning by the way. He turned back towards the door and stopped, inches from me. "You smell fantastic." He said, sniffed me and left. My boner was raging...good thing I wore jeans, tighter than normal boxer briefs and an un-tucked shirt. I slowly made my way downstairs. Slowly only because of said boner and wanting to give it time to subside, which due to the situation took a long fucking time. But upon my return to the party, everything was fine, despite my wondering on Jim's intentions. But I had fun, and then I had too much burbon, and then some champagne, so needless to say after the toast, I was toasted. But not blitzed, just in no condition to drive. And saying stupid things, such as this... I ran into Jim as he was saying good bye to his guests around 2 in the morning. By this point I was in blue ball stage. "Jim, Jim" I said, stuttering and probably slurring. "I want you to fuck me." He instantly grabbed me, laughing surprisingly, me not so much I was completely embarrassed by my drunkenness. "You drunk dick, what's the matter with you? All that stuff we talked about, it was just flirting dude. I can't do this in my parent's home with some of their friends here." He said. "Come on dude, get it together. It's time for bed anyway." And he walked away. I felt horrible, so incredibly embarrassed and ashamed of my drunk inconsiderate behavior and not even coming close to understanding that he had no intentions. I felt so shitty, or maybe it was disapointment. So I shamefully stumbled up to my room, someway finding it through the maze that was his parent's home. I laid down on my bed for a moment with two thoughts. Number one I may have caused a rift between Jim and myself because of my improper pass at him while he was with people. Number two was the fact that my NYE sex streak may be at an end. The second was much more devastating. After lying there in self pity for a moment, I pulled myself up, feeling a bit sober now and headed into my private bathroom and cleaned up. The shower was really nice, the sink well lit, but that's not the point, I just really liked the bathroom. Seriously for a guest room it was huge. As I walked from the bathroom I felt pretty low, I wanted to leave but considering my buzz, I did the right thing despite my heavy reluctance. But as I stepped from the bathroom, I looked across the room to the bed. "What are you doing?" I asked, frozen, emotionless. Jim was sitting on the bed, bare ass naked with just a pillow over his lap. "What do you think I'm doing?" He said, coyly as if nothing happened between us. "But you said..." "But I said nothing. It's not important now. I've been waiting a looooong time for this." He said. We stared at each other for a moment. Then he lifted his eyebrows and smiled, irresistibly and removed the pillow from his lap, exposing his full mast boner. I stared down his dick like it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. He'd talked about it over the phone and online, telling me it was big and thick, I just assumed it was talk...but oh, no. He wasn't lying, it was 9 inches plus, and thick from top to bottom getting wider as it went down. All I saw from my vantage was the underside of his shaft, a large vein traveling up, big and purple disappearing into the flesh as it reached the ridge of his head. The tip was pointed, aiming up at his flat stomach, his hard hairy pecks and even harder nipples. "Come on man." He said, I could tell he was busting with anticipation. I broke from my daze and walked towards him, only in my boxers, which were now tented to the left. As I got closer, he stood up and we embraced, pulling our naked chests together our cocks colliding on impact. He felt so warm, almost hot as our skin slid together. Then our mouths met, then our tongues and we kissed, passionately, our hands running down the muscles of our backs, moving up to the back of each other heads, playing with one another hair and pulling in hard, trying to taste each one's insides. And then something clicked. Maybe it was the passion, maybe it was lust, or maybe it was the alcohol, but when we parted and looked at each others things turned from a wanting to a desire and then to a heated exchange of sexual lust. In short, things got pornographic. It was like half a second in reality but it felt like minutes as we stared at each other, kissing again this time our mouths mashing together, our tongues fighting inside our mouths, moaning and clawing at each other. I broke away and grabbed Jim's ass hard, he smacked me, lightly but not... "Is that what you want? You want my ass, you want to bite that shit." He said, with a slight aggression in his voice that caused me to feel the same way. "Yeah, that's right." I said, kissing him again, forcefully. He pushed me off and then grabbed me again, forcing me down to my knees. He turned around and pulled my face towards his ass. I started kissing and licking around his ass, not really having an aim or a goal, just hard kissing, sucking, biting, licking on the hard flesh of his solid ass. I pushed his hand away and took over. Grabbing at his sides and turning him so my face could go anywhere. I would lick the bulging flesh then kiss it. Next my tongue would slide down then back up the crack of his ass pushing in deep, letting my tongue burn with the salty sweat of his increasingly heated body. He moaned and hissed, bracing himself on the bed with both hands. I grabbed his legs at the front and turned him and pushed him down on the bed. As he fell his legs fell open and in instantly pounced, holding them open. He looked at me for a moment and then relaxed as I moved in. I started by sucking on his balls that hung low near his asshole. His nuts were large, and sensitive, he groaned loudly as I brought them into my mouth and rolled them around before releasing them. "Fuck!" He'd yell out as I dropped each sweaty nut form mouth and brutally inhaled the next. He held his legs at the knees, his balls and ass presented to me with ease and I took advantage. After I had thoroughly tasted and soaked each one of his cum filled balls I worked my way into his hole. Poking it at first with my tongue and then lapping from hole to sack with a firm flat tongue, tasting every single part of his under carriage. By time I got finished, each nut was shining with spit, his asshole was cleaned off and my chin was dripping with drool. The only reason I stopped was because he couldn't take it anymore. "Stop...stop." He said, completely out of breath. "Come here." He called. I got to my feet and climbed onto the bed, his chest was rising and falling fast and heavy. He grabbed me and kissed me real fucking hard, jamming his tongue down my throat and I gagged. Now I was breathing heavily and we laughed a little when we parted our lips. "You like this?" He asked. "Yes." Was all I could tell him. "Good, bitch." Was his reply. Then he grabbed my head again and raised his arm, sticking my face into his smooth pit. I began kissing, and sucking at the sensitive skin. Having never done this type thing before I just guessed at what I was doing but judging from his reaction I was correct but it wasn't my thing. I fought my way out of his grip, wanting more of him than a sweaty arm pit and I went for his nipple and bit it...hard, and plucked up. "Fuck!" He yelled again, laughing and gasping. "Just suck my cock mother fucker." He said hard and aggressive, pushing me down. But I fought him off. "Make me, faggot." I said. This only fueled him further. He then grabbed me, pushing me, holding and forcing me towards his dick. He pushed on my neck as I pretended to fight back only to give in one his dick head hit my cheek. He forcefully turned my head and I opened wide and sunk my entire mouth, down to the base on his cock. "Fuck yes, that's it!" he yelled out with more aggression and getting louder with each taunt, seems we were really on the far end of the building. I held my head down, keeping his cock in deep. While he was forcing me down, I did this on my own accord, I love, love, love to deep throat. I could feel the thick heavy spit coming up my throat, filling into my mouth, lubing up his cock. When he released me I came up for air, gasping and pulling away with a string of drool going from lip to cock. My eyes began to water and I wiped away the tears. "Yeah!" I screamed. "Make me suck your cock. Make me your cock sucker." I have a certain method I like to use while sucking cock, and while I was being "forced" to suck, I really wasn't. Jim was just making it a little more intense with the dirty talk and the forcing down of my head. And for the most part, I kept with my method here. First, as I did with Jim I take the entire cock down into my mouth and often into my throat. Depending on cock length it may go deeper down my throat. Anyway, I'll deep throat for a good ten to twenty seconds, letting my partner do one of two things. Either face fuck me, causing me to gag therefore getting more spit faster, or I make a swallowing motion causing my own self to gag creating spit. The later takes a little longer and in all honesty I prefer the former. Which is exactly what Jim did. As I was deep throating him he would thrust his hips up, forcing the cock down my throat further. As he did this he'd moan, spit, his and yell, "suck on it" while pressing down onto my neck hard. That is my ideal start to a blow job. And Jim seemed to really enjoy giving me a hard face fuck. Next, I'll wait until the spit has worked itself into my mouth then pull back. By this point my entire mouth is completely lubricated with the thickest heaviest drool. I'll put on a little show to tease by using the line of spit that always goes from mouth to cock. Usually I wiggle my tongue, or slurp it back up, something to be kind of naughty. The more intense the sex the more nasty I'll be. Once the spit is there, I like to focus on the head a little, nurse the tip like a bottle, and pitch it between my upper palet and slide my tongue hard up and down. For some guys this makes them cum real fast and real hard with more jizz than an elephant. For some guys it makes them squirm and moan and curse as is with the case with Jim. Once I finish that move, I go to fucking down and just start bobbing my head up and down like a fishing bobber in water. Sure I'll take breaks and play with the spit, I'll deep throat and hold, all depends on the current mood and flow of the situation, or if the guy's cum by now or not. I mean come on wouldn't that make you cum? That is one hell of a blow job. In this case while I was bobbing the fuck out of Jim's cock, he grabbed my legs, and pulled me towards him, using his hand to force my cheeks apart and starting rubbing my asshole. I positioned myself onto my knees so that my ass was propped up with easy access to my puckered up hole. I could hear Jim spit into his hand then slap my asshole and start rubbing, sinking his fingers inside. "Tight ass mother fucker, you like those fingers?" He would ask. I never answered, truth is the more he fingered, the harder I sucked. That should have been indication enough. He pulled me over towards him, moving into a 69 position, my balls hanging in his face. His tongue came up and he started licking them, flicking them like a punching bag. It hurt due to incredible swelling. It didn't stop him, moaning only increased his flicks. He used two hands, one to jerk me off the other finger fuck me while his tongue lashed at my blue balls. But I kept sucking, deeper, faster, hard with every pleasing move he made until my jaw ached so bad, a sign of a long blow job, that I had to stop. I came up for and sat back so my asshole was now in Jim's face. He grabbed onto my hips willingly and his tongue penetrated my loosening asshole. His tongue buried in deep, he would spit and lap at my hole. His cock was already heavily wet from my sucking, now all I needed was a moist hole and I'd slide that dick right up in there. "Lick it! Lick it!" I screamed out. I wiggled my ass all over his face, talking to him telling him to make me wet. "Get me nice and wet, yeah. Get that asshole ready. Get it ready to be pounded!" I shouted at him, looking over my shoulder, reaching back and grabbing his hair and pulling his face deeper in between my cheeks only releasing him when he fought me away. Then I turned around, staying straddled over him like he was my bronco. I kissed him as I reached back, jerking his cock, feeling how well I slicked it up. We broke up out messy kissing and I sat back, still jerking him off. Actually it was more like sliding my hands over a greased up pole. I made sure my ass was still wet as well and the guided his head to my hole. "You want to fuck me now?" I asked, staring down at him. "Put my cock inside you. Get that tool up there. Put my cock inside you!" He ordered. I wiped his head around my ass, teasing, getting it real slick before I locked into the opening and started sitting back, allowing his head to pop up into my rectum. This move always makes me freeze up, the sudden shock of being penetrated burns, it aches, but it's a good thing. I let my body ease into it for a second and then slid all the way down, balls deep on his cock. "Oh, God damn!" I shouted out. 9 inches is a lot of cock to take, and when it's a big ass thick piece of meat it makes the body jump and feel as though it was torn open. I let the burn subside once again, Jim watched my face, which I imagine clearly showed my temporary discomfort. Once I settled in, I was ready and I leaned forward again kissing Jim. His knees bent and I felt his thighs pressing again the naked flesh of my ass. I knew what was about to happen, it was the best part of being on top. Jim started taking over, pushing into my ass, shifting my bowels then pulling out near the brink of leaving my hole then shoving back in. All he needed to do was develop a ryhthem and he could start pumping into me harder and harder. You could probably hear the flesh on flesh slapping down the hall. You could probably also hear the grunting and moaning and screaming too. I dropped my head into Jim's neck and let him pounded me. His legs were pumping so hard, I'd never been fucked like this before, so deep and hard at the same time. Only porn stars can get fucked this hard, and at the moment I was feeling like one. Next I took control, grabbing his arms and pinning them back over his head. I sat back and his legs fell flat as I started riding him, using slow, long agonizing strokes, complete opposite of what we just had. Truth me told me ass needed a small break. While a good pounding up the ass is great, I can only take it for so long. By now we had both realized that this was going to turn into a marathon. The alcohol in both of us had numbed our sexual sensations. And while the action was hot and it was so far feeling beyond incredible, there were no signs of either of us having that orgasm soon. So taking control as I did I looked at Jim's face as I gently pulled my hips up and slid back down. "How's that ass? You like it?" I asked. "I want more." He said. "I want more of that shit box, I want to nail you harder and deeper than before." I kept the pace, riding him slow and steady, watching his face twist as I came up then down. "Beg, mother fucker." I said. "Fuck you." He snapped back, trying to fight off my grip. "Beg to fuck me hard." I said again, smiling, playing. But he broke free from my grip, he had over powered me, not that I was surprised. He grabbed me and threw me from his lap and I landed on the side of the bed, bouncing and actually falling to the floor. For a moment, Jim jumped over to check it out. I came up laughing. He smiled too and we stared at each other for a moment. "Get up here, cum bucket." He ordered. "Cum bucket?" I said, looking at him, at the time I liked that nickname. "Yeah, I am a cum bucket. You have a bucket of cum to give me?" I asked, starting to get to my knees. Then Jim jumped up and off the bed. He nearly sprinted over to me, grabbing me and pulling me off the floor and slamming me against the wall. Both of us were gasping, his forearm pinning me to the wall, his other hand reaching around and grabbing my hard shaft and jerking it off. "You like the reach around?" He asked. "Yes." I said, I mean who doesn't. "Yeah? You like the reach around as I screw your faggot ass?" He said, that aggressive tone returning in his voice. Then his forearm released me, and I felt his hand slide between my ass and his abs. He violently shoved his cock back into my slopped up asshole and began humping me. He jammed his cock up inside, thrusting forward then holding a moment. "Take it deep. Take it, take it. Fuck you take that cock!" He screamed out, loud enough that someone had to hear it. By now anyone left in the house knew something was happening here. And by the sounds of it, it probably seemed like prison rape. New Year's Eve Jim continue to thrust my lose ass each time yelling "take it!" I groan and moaned like a fucking whore, no words could describe it, or needed to be said back to him. And then he stopped, holding still lying against me. I waited a moment, then looked back at him. "Did you cum?" I asked. He just shook his head. "You alright?" I asked again, briefly concerned. He didn't move for a second, I pushed him off me and turned around. "Gotcha." He said, smirking. I laughed for a second, then pushed him out of the way and moved back to the bed. I lied down, grabbing my knees and pulling them towards me. I spread my legs, my gapping asshole exposed, my hard cock slapped against my stomach. I looked at Jim, my face becoming hard and stern. "I want you to fuck me as hard as you can and blow your load into my ass." I said, no doubt getting my point across. And Jim wasted no time seeing that my request was fulfilled. The bed was high, and Jim's cock was in perfect penetration level. He moved in, sliding his cock all the way up my ass. I put my head back, gritting my teeth as my inside shifted, moving further up inside me. Jim leaned forward putting his hands right by my shoulders, his chest leaning on mine and starting thumping me. and I mean THUMPING me. his hips punished mine, his cock drilled my hole and I grunted with each thrust getting louder and louder. Jim was grunting getting louder and louder. My legs wrapped around him pulling him closer. And in all my life I have never, ever been fucked so hard or so fast or so incredibly aggressive. I hate to suck on Jim's shoulder in order not to scream. Of course he didn't bother to do the same, he let it all out. He groan loud and thunderous as he pumped into me one final time unleashing his massive load. I felt his thick dick throbbing, his abs tightening as he got his release. He began kissing me, deep and passionate and then I felt his warm hot cum starting to spread through my insides. It was like a big bad injection of warm slime, moving through me, warming me from the inside out. Then he threw himself off me and cum poured from him wide open asshole as he pulled out. He dropped down to his knees. "Cum in my face." He ordered. "What?" I asked, confused and still spread eagle. "Get up, jerk off into my face. Cum on me!" He ordered and begged at the same time. In an instant I sprung up and put my hard cock in front of him. The pounding I just took spurred my prostate, it took me nearly no time at all to work up an orgasm. I put my hand on Jim's forehead, grabbing a tuft of his hair and titled it back. I was getting ready to blow and Jim was staring up at me with an open mouth and wide eyes. "Give it to me." He pleaded. "Here it comes." I groaned, stopping my jerking motion. I held me cock at the base and let my orgasm let loose. I didn't care where it landed. Some of it went into his mouth, some into his hair, some of it across his nose, but where ever it went, he was moaning, yelling "yes, yes, yes!" as each sling of cum hit his face and until I was all out of jizz. I squeezed the last remained trails of cum from the tip of my head and wiped it on Jim's face and helped feed it to him as he shoveled it into his mouth. Then I went to knees beside him and fell completely to the floor. He joined me shortly after and we started laughing. "What the fuck was that?" He asked. "I have no idea." I said, laughing in hysterics. We lied there for a bit getting our shit together. Eventually, Jim got up and went into the bathroom and we cleaned up. Jim cleaned his face, I cleaned my cum filled butt. We then went to bed, both of sleeping in the nude, occasionally cuddling with one another, but for the most part sleeping off the alcohol. The next morning when I woke up, we stared at each other, both thinking about what we had done last night. Noticing that Jim's cock was yet again hard, I felt it only necessary to give him a well deserved blow job for the wonderful things he had done to me last night. As I shift to go down on him I groaned. My ass was so incredibly sore. It was a feeling I hadn't felt since I was a virgin. I repeated my technique same as last night while sucking his cock. Only this time, it was less aggressive, and Jim merely rested his hand on my head and sighed as I did my work. I swallowed each and every last drop of cum he injected into my mouth with great pleasure and ending it with a kiss as I lied back down next to him. A few moments later, after a chat and decision to do this again next time he's in town we went downstairs for breakfast. And now I ask you to try and imagine the looks and expressions on his parent's face when we sat down with them. Clearly they were aware of what happened last night, clearly they had no idea their son was gay. It was extra uncomfortable, and yet so incredible hilarious. So we laughed. New Year's Eve At The Office Monday was New Year's Eve and our company had decided that each location would set their own hours for that day. My boss was never one who enjoyed making decisions like that, so our closing statement was "We will close early if things are slow." More than half of the inside sales staff was on vacation, and my boss, Dick, had decided to take off too, but came in anyway a little after ten to see how things were going. "I've got a few things to finish up for year end, anyway," he offered. Dick had been coming on to me for months. Well, that makes it sound one sided and it wasn't. Dick and I had said various things to each other that should not have been said in a normal boss-employee relationship. Flirting basically. He'd make comments about how good I looked and I'd make comments about how well his pants fit. He and I were nearly always the last two people to leave each day and he usually walked me to the door, generally saying something like, "Maybe you could be a few minutes late getting home tonight?" I'd remind him that my husband has his alarm set for the time I should be home. If I was ever late, he'd be out tracing my trip - Gene is a trusting man, isn't he? We kissed as I was leaving on a couple of occasions and it was obvious that Dick wanted a lot more! I wanted him also. I loved the thought of his over six foot, broad shouldered body taking control of my petite five foot two piece of quivering flesh. One night he made it clear he wanted to take it farther. His hands were all over me as we walked to the employee entrance. He continued grabbing me and pushing me against the wall, rubbing his body against mine. He kept trying to kiss me very hard. I said no! I had to get home! I kept fighting him off until I got out of the building. Such a sad look of rejection was on his face when I left. I think my daughter was going to be away for the evening so I knew my husband immediately upon entering my house would attack me. If Gene even smelled another man on me, he'd want to kill him. Dick seemed really hurt after that, like maybe I was making up a story because I didn't want him. I probably did more teasing after that, making sure he still knew I liked him and when he'd ask, "I suppose you need to get home on time tonight?" I'd make sure he knew that I really did and wished I had time for him. Late in October, Gene went to visit his sister in California for a week and Dick thought that we might get some time together then, but… More about that later. However, on this Monday, Gene was going out with the guys, for a New Year's drink and he wasn't sure how late I'd be working. I wasn't sure but had told him that I hoped that we could go home by three. It was a little after one o'clock. I'd been working on a project and just realized that everyone else was leaving. Dick was in my cubicle, sitting on my desk while I was trying to get the cash drawer closed and finish some other work, so I could go home too. He was in the way and had no plans on moving. "It's ok to go home now?" I asked. "You might need to stay longer," Dick smiled. I moved over stood between his legs and shoved my body up to his. He slipped off the desk, moving closer to be sure that we had full body contact. "I guess I don't have to hurry home today," I smiled. He looked around and saw that we were now alone, started kissing me and guided me towards the woman's bathroom, knowing there was a couch in there. He sort of pushed me through the door and I turned to face him, once we were both inside. We made out for a few minutes, his lips were hot and so were mine. I knew that he wanted me and I was ready for him! I slipped a hand up between us and unzipped my blue velour shirt and took it off. He leaned over and started kissing his way across my chest and down to my belly. I reached back and unhooked my shiny blue bra. He saw this and eased it off my shoulders. His mouth went to one breast and then the other, sucking on my hard nipples. I know I groaned and moaned. I felt like my nipples were wired to my pussy! We grabbed at each other's pants and started undoing them. After some struggling, both pair dropped to the floor. I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of mine, Dick's lay at his ankles. I reached down and rubbed the bulge in his gray boxer shorts, "Is this for me?" "Oh, Tonia," Dick moaned, "It's all for you!" He eased me down on the vinyl couch, it felt cold on my bare skin, and got on his knees beside it, while his hands roamed my body. He ran his hands over my breasts and squeezed my nipples. "Ooooohhhh!" I moaned, my back arching with his touch. Oh how I wanted this! Then his hand slipped down between my legs. "You are so wet!" Dick smiled at me, his fingers pressing against my soggy blue bikini panties. "I guess I'm not the only one who's ready to fuck!" He pressed harder and then pulled my panties off. "Eat my pussy," I begged as sexily as I could. Then Dick thrust his mouth on to my pussy and licked the soft folds of my love nest. "Ummmm!" he moaned, his lips getting coated with my wetness. "Oh, Dick," I grabbed his face, "Get my pussy good!" With that, Dick grabbed my one leg and put it on the back of the couch. He then knelt between my parted thighs and guided his cock to my hungry pussy! "I'm going to fuck you, bitch!" He let me know what to expect, "I'm going to fuck you hard for all the cock teasing you've been doing! You sexy slut!" I wanted him to eat me! I didn't think he'd fuck me! I needed something so bad, my hand slipped down and guided his bulbous head to my pussy! I needed something, and it might as well be his cock as his tongue! "Take me, bitch!" Dick's hips pushed forward and forced his cock deep inside me. He was already starting to work it back and forth. "I going to fuck you Tonia!" Oh, God! It felt so good. His wide shoulders were blocking any sign of daylight. His sheer size is overpowering me. It felt so good! "I've wanted to fuck you for so long," Dick's strokes quickened, "Now I finally get to fuck you like the slut you are!" I was getting close, his words and actions were edging me towards the edge. I looked at his face and saw he wasn't going to last long. "Oh Tonia! Oh! Oh! Oh!" I realized that he was ready, "Oooohhhhhh! Tonia! Oooohhhhh!" "More! Dick fuck me some more!" I cried out, almost there, "Just a little more!" Suddenly, Dick got this burst of energy! He rammed me so hard, I felt like he was going to fuck me right over the end of the couch! I wrapped my arms around his back and he rammed me harder and harder, faster and faster. "Ooooohhhh!" I moaned a low hollow moan and let loose with an orgasm that quickly started oozing out around Dick's cock while his load squirted upstream against my gushes. Then, it was over. My boss had finally fucked me and I felt satisfied. In a couple of minutes, Dick slipped out of me, off of me and started getting dressed. Almost nothing was said as I quickly scampered to the toilet, drained off what I could, and watched him leave the room. I got dressed as fast as I could and grabbed my coat. As I headed down the long hallway to the door, Dick called out, "Don't I get a Happy New Year kiss? New Years Eve At the Radio Station This story, like all of the ones I plan on submitting to this site is true. Some of the names and places may have been changed to protect people from embarrassment, but all the events are essentially correct. This story takes place during the most recent New Year's Eve and concerns my last girlfriend, Lindsey. We broke up about a month after the events of this story for reasons I shouldn't be getting into before telling the story. I should give some background on our relationship before telling the story. Somehow I have always found myself doing everything I can to push the sexual boundaries of whatever girl I was dating. This has always eventually ruined whatever relationship I've been involved in. Lindsey was no different. We had started dating over the summer after meeting at a bank where we worked together. At the time, she had a boyfriend who she had been dating for about a year and a half. She wanted out, but was too scared to end the relationship. However, I could tell from the beginning that she was attracted to me. She was very interested in my radio show, and I could not resist using this as an opening. Okay, before I go on, I feel like I'm obligated to give the standard description of each of us that goes in each of these stories. If you already have an image of Lindsey or me that you would like to use, skip this paragraph. It's not necessary, but I feel like I should provide some information for those with weaker imaginations. Anyway, she is half-Mexican, giving her a short height, lots of curves and darker features. More specifically: she was only 4' 11", had curly black hair down to her shoulders and a 36 D chest. While she is not skinny, she is light enough for me to easily pick up (and I am not very strong), and any unattractive rolls immediately disappear as soon as she lies down or stretches out her body. As for myself (name's George by the way), I'm 5' 11", 160 lbs, and brown hair. That should be enough. Oh yeah, if you REALLY must know, my dick is just a little more than seven inches long. Nothing to be ashamed of, but not the giant cock that some girls tend to crave. Anyway, on with the story. I became aware of how suggestible and adventurous Lindsey could be when I started talking to her during our lovemaking. Nothing and I mean NOTHING could make her cum faster or harder than discussing various fantasies with her while either fondling or fucking her. This all started out innocently enough with me saying things like, "you look so hot baby" or "I love how your hot wet pussy feels around my dick," but quickly progressed far beyond that. Like all women, she was hottest to me when extremely turned on and slightly frustrated. So before sliding my dick in, I would make her beg for it. "Please put it in," she would beg. At first, this was enough for me, but eventually I wanted her to offer me things in return. "What would you do for it?" I would ask. "Anything. Please just fuck me." "What if I wanted to open the blinds so others could see? Would you let me do that?" I could see her thinking briefly, but in the end, there could only be a result. "If you really want to baby." I knew that at this moment if I didn't get up, it would all just be a bluff. While I was nervous of being seen (this was the middle of an afternoon on a weekend in a house that I was renting at the time with some friends. My window was by the front yard, and it was not uncommon for people to pass by the window), I was more intent on asserting my control over Lindsey and pushing her limits. So I stood up and walked over to the windows, wearing nothing and leaving Lindsey on the bed similarly clothed. "What are you doing?" she gasped as she started to cover herself. "We had a deal," I replied and without any further hesitation opened the blinds. Fortunately, no one was outside the window at that time. I walked back to the bed as slowly as I dared and pulled the sheets off of her. She looked back with a hint of nervousness and fear in her eyes, but did not resist. As I started to slide into her, I told her, "Keep your eyes closed." I could see how turned on she was by how easily I slid into her wet pussy. "Is anyone out there?" she asked. "No," I replied, but then an idea immediately sprung to mind. I waited a few minutes while slowly fucking her before speaking again. "I can see someone." This was not true, but if she kept her eyes closed, she wouldn't know. In order to minimize the risk though, I turned her over, pushed her head into the pillow and continued to fuck her from behind. Immediately after this, I felt what I would later learn was a small orgasm. "Who is it?" she asked. "A jogger. I think he's seen us." She replied by groaning and reaching down to finger her clit. "He's slowed down. I think he likes the show." I could definitely tell this time when she came as she moaned loudly. I was nearing my climax too, so when she later asked "Is he still there?" I told her, "No. He's probably gone home to jerk off." This set her off again, and I was close behind. We did not talk of this incident afterwards until a few weeks later while we were making love. "Remember that time that jogger saw us fucking?" I asked. "Yes," she moaned. "If I had invited him in, would you have sucked his dick while I fucked you?" "I don't know baby," she replied, but I could tell she was intrigued. "What if I told you that the only way I'd keep fucking you is for you to suck someone's dick for me? Would you do it then?" She didn't even hesitate before nodding her head yes. "Would you fuck someone else if I told you to?" I whispered into her ear. "Yes. Anything," she told me. "You dirty slut," I told her as I sped up the pace. She came soon afterwards. From this point on, discussing other partners, exposing her, filming her and other adventures became a staple of our lovemaking. She always came the hardest when thinking about being turned over to some stranger and being watched by others and me. Nothing managed to get her off faster than fantasize about being a complete slut in public. Jumping forward a few months, New Years came around and we had no parties to go to. All our friends were out of town, and we were pretty much on our own. With nothing to do, I brought up doing a radio show on New Year's Eve. I knew that any DJ assigned to that slot would be eager to give it up. This at least gave us something to do, but we still needed something to keep ourselves occupied with until 10pm when my timeslot started. So like all New Years partiers, we drank. Well I should say that she drank. I still had driving to do, and tend to not enjoy alcohol as much as most people. However, by the time we arrived at the station, Lindsey was feeling no pain. As you can also expect, alcohol made her especially horny and suggestible. As soon as I put the first song on the air, I had my left had on her right breast while my right grabbed her ass and pulled her near. She responded favorably, kissing me deeply and pulling me even tighter. Sex in public places has always excited us (especially me), and this was no exception. However, Lindsey has always been a bit more reluctant and fearful of getting caught than I have ever been. This time however, the alcohol had loosened her up. She did nothing to object as I quickly pulled off her shirt and unsnapped her bra. However, by this point, I needed to take an airbreak to make a few announcements. "Keep going," I told her before turning back to the microphone. "That was ‘teeth' an early single from the British group the Mekons," I began. As I looked over, I smiled as I watched her kick off her shoes before puling her jeans and underwear down, leaving her standing in only her socks. However, what she did next caught me off guard. While I was reading a public service announcement, Lindsey crawled onto the ground, reached up to my crotch and unzipped my pants. With little effort, she pulled out my semi-hard cock and engulfed it with her mouth. I tried to control myself, but I could not help but gasp as she began to work on my cock. I sped up and read the announcement as fast as I could, cued the next CD, making sure it was on a long track and turned off the microphone. Then I just leaned back and enjoyed Lindsey's cock sucking skills. I could feel myself getting close to cumming, and I wanted to prolong this as long as possible, so I pulled her off me and pushed her back onto the chair. "What was that for?" she asked. "For this." I replied and began kissing my way down her body, pausing at her breasts. By the time I got down to her pussy, she was moaning loudly, and when I started to lick her, she was practically yelling. This contributed to neither of us hearing the doors to the station open as two kids walked in. They must have stopped and watched us for a while, because when I finally pulled my head up, they had already walked past the booth. It seemed entirely impossible that they had failed to look into the booth while walking through the station. "Shit!" I whispered. Lindsey moaned groggily, "What is it? Please don't stop." "There are some guys here," I said as I rose. I feared that we didn't have time for her to mess with all of her clothes, so I just threw my jacket on her. Fortunately, she was short enough that it went below her waist, although just barely. We were just in time, because as soon as she was covered, one of the guys walked over. "Hey, what's up?" he asked, giving no hint that he found Lindsey's dress or our actions at all unusual. His name was Jason. While I did not know him personally, I had seen both him and his friend Chris around the station regularly. I didn't know them well, but I had overheard enough conversations to know they were both quite the ladies men. Every week one of them had some new story about some "slut" they had banged over the weekend. It was also clear from their conversations that they were completely comfortable with themselves and didn't mind sharing or letting others watch. While the idea of watching Lindsey fuck someone else had always been a turn on, I was extremely worried because I was sure that I did not want her to be used by these two jerks. Especially tonight. I had been having too much fun. "Mind if we help out with the show?" Chris asked as he came over. Before I could think of some way to politely get rid of these guys, Lindsey spoke up. "Not at all! Come on in." We were near an airbreak, so Chris and Jason came in and we all crowded around the microphone. I made the mistake of sitting down too soon, and before I could stop anything, Jason stepped in between me and the other chair and Chris sat in the other one. Lindsey was left standing by the side. "Hey let me in!" exclaimed Lindsey. "Sure, no problem," said Chris as he pulled her onto his lap, resting his hand on her bare thigh. I wasn't happy about this at all, but I told them to keep speaking because I had to change CDs. I wasn't paying attention to them until I heard Lindsey speak in a halting voice: "And up next . . .we have. . ." I looked over, brandishing the next CD I was putting in so that Lindsey would no what to say. But when I turned back to the CD player to put the CD in, I could still hear her hesitating when she spoke. After putting the CD in, I turned back to Lindsey to see what was the matter. I was shocked to see that Chris and Jason both had their hands on their legs. But that wasn't what really got me. What got me was where one of Chris's hands was. It was under the jacket and clearly close to Lindsey's pussy if it wasn't already there. I wanted to get her away from those guys before things got any worse. I wasn't particularly mad or upset at her because I figured she was so worked up from earlier, that anything felt good to her. "Hey, Lindsey. I have to put some CDs back on the shelves. Wanna come help me?" I asked. "Nah. I think I'll just wait here and help these guys manage. . . the booth" replied Lindsey, clearly panting with lust. I had no idea what to do. I was watching my girlfriend get groped right in front of me, and she didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, I hadn't seen her this turned on in a while. I stood there speechless with my mouth hanging open until Jason's voice jarred my attention. "What are you waiting for? Don't think we can handle it? Go on, this will be fine," he said. I opened my mouth to reply and come up with some reason to stay in there, but fear of confronting either them or Lindsey kept my mouth shut. "Uh, uh," said Jason, making fun of me. I lowered my head, blushing and rushed out of the booth. As I left the booth, I heard voices, and then the sound of Lindsey giggling. Worried at what might be happening, I hurried to put the CDs up as fast as I could. As I was putting up the CDs, I could hear voices and the sound of Lindsey giggling, but I didn't know what to make of it. As I finished putting up the last CD however, I could hear a rhythmic creaking sound, but the voices had stopped. When I hurried back to the booth, I was at first relieved to see that Lindsey was just sitting on Chris's lap like before. Nothing had changed. Then I caught myself. He had been fingering her. Nothing changing wasn't a good thing for me. Then I noticed that something had changed. Chris's pants seemed to be undone and Lindsey was rocking back and forth on top of Chris. Her legs hanging to the side confirmed my worst fear: she was riding his dick. I had no idea how this had happened, but I knew I needed to stop this as soon as possible. I walked into the booth in a daze. As I stared at Chris, he looked up at me with a smirk. "Looks like we've finally gotten the party started," he said. Lindsey's eyes were glazed over as she looked up at me. "Hi honey," she moaned. "Don't be mad at me. I was just so horny and Chris offered to help." I think she had taken my failure to speak as consent, and as she spoke she began to ride Chris harder. Chris also used this opportunity to put his hands up the jacket she was wearing and throw it off of Lindsey. "Oh yes!" she yelled as he began to pull violently on her nipples. I could tell from her shaking that she was probably having the first of what would be many orgasms. As she started to lose control, she leaned over and put her hands on the DJ booth to keep herself from falling. "This is the best New Years party ever!" Jason exclaimed. I turned over to look at him and saw how he had his pants down and was stroking what looked like an eight-inch cock that still looked like it had room to grow. "Hey, may," Chris asked. "You want a piece of this?" "Sure, just don't cum inside her. I hate sloppy seconds" Lindsey continued to fuck Chris with reckless abandon, either not hearing or not caring about them discussing her like a piece of meat. For my own part, I had no idea how I felt about the situation. On one hand, I felt betrayed and somewhat humiliated by what Lindsey was doing. But I also couldn't deny the fact that I was extremely turned on and that I had wanted her to do something like this for some time. I found myself rubbing my hard crotch and was debating whether or not I should join in when the matter was temporarily taken out of my hands. Lindsey whimpered in disappointment as Chris lifted her off of his crotch like she was a small animal. He handed her over to Jason who wasted no time in depositing her on his cock. Lindsey winced from pain and said, "Ow, ow, ow. It's too big. Go slow." "Relax and enjoy it," replied Jason as he pushed her down on the ground where he proceeded to fuck her doggystyle. When she was finally on all fours and beginning to relax, Jason shoved the remaining couple inches of his cock inside her. "OH GOD!" Lindsey yelled. I thought she might have been in serious pain and was considering intervening when she yelled again. "Yes! Yes! Oh fuck!" She might have kept screaming like this for god knows how long, but Chris grabbed her head and shoved his cock into her open mouth. Since he had already been fucking her, he came fairly quickly. Lindsey swallowed every drop and even continued to lick his dick as he pulled out of her. As Chris zipped up his pants, Lindsey went back to moaning loudly as Jason continued to plow into her from behind. "You wanna piece of this?" Chris asked me. "I'll finish up the show for you." As irritating as it was to be offered a "piece" of my own girlfriend, I realized that letting her suck me off would be easier than finishing the show, so I simply nodded and kneeled down to take Chris' place. Lindsey didn't even look at me as she devoured my cock. I was beginning to lose myself in Lindsey's wonderful cocksucking skills when Chris' voice jarred me back to attention. "Oh shit! The mic has been on this whole time!" I had been in the middle of my orgasm, and the sound of Jason and Chris laughing at radio listeners hearing the sounds of Lindsey getting fucked like a slut took most of my pleasure away. However, this had the opposite effect on Lindsey who shook violently and grunted in what must have been the most intense orgasm of hers that I've ever witnessed. Lindsey and Jason fucked for a few more minutes before he came inside her. While she was on the pill, I was still a bit unhappy with that since I had never been able to cum inside of her during sex. Well never with her permission. Accidents have happened of course. As soon as they disengaged, I draped my jacket over Lindsey, thanked Jason and Chris (although they should have thanked me!) for manning the booth for the rest of the night and left. Before we left though, Jason wrote his number down on a piece of paper and handed it to Lindsey. "Call me anytime," he said. I wasn't happy about this, but I couldn't stop Lindsey from taking the number an giving both Chris and Jason a hug goodbye –which they both used as chances to make one last squeeze at her bare ass. Once we were in the car, Lindsey leaned over and gave me a passionate kiss on the lips. "Thanks for the best New Years ever," she said to me. I was dumbfounded. "What makes you think this was my idea?" I asked indignantly. She laughed. "Don't try to trick me. Chris told me that you had asked him and John over. I figured out the rest from this," she said as she rubbed my cock. "Well then it's time you return the favor," I said as I shoved her head into my crotch. She wasted no time in pulling out my dick, which she sucked for the entire drive home. While I wanted this night to be just a one-time event and a memory we could treasure, Lindsey had quickly become the most popular girl at the station with the guys there. Not only had many of them heard her on the radio, but also Jason and Chris bragged frequently about what a hot slut she had been for them. This would not be the last time she would have sex with either of them. In fact, for a while, she and Jason used his radio show as an excuse for her to get more regular fuck sessions. And then there was the spring party. But that all is another story for another time. New Year's Eve Bash Instead of going out this year for New Year's Eve, my wife Laura and I decided to have a party at our house. We are a fairly young couple, in our early thirties, and most of the people we invited were also right around our age. We invited about 40 people, and were pleasantly surprised when 30 or so actually showed up. Everyone seemed to have a great time. The alcohol was flowing and everyone was really in a party mood. As the evening wore on, more and more people headed out. By the time 2:00am rolled around, there were only eight of us left. Those that still remained were really the core group of our friends. By this time we were all pretty damn drunk. I must say that we are all attractive people and you could really feel some sexual tension starting to take hold. I knew that we could all sense it, but I was shocked by the person who tried to remedy it. My sister Serena suggested that we should play Truth or Dare. I've always known Serena to be rather prudish, but I'd sensed an inner wildness, though I'd never before witnessed it. Luckily enough, everyone was willing to play. Laura and I have been actively swinging for some time now, but as far as I knew, nobody else knew about it. Before I get into the game action, let me introduce you to the participants. I am a tall man at 6'3" and rather thin at 180 pounds, and have short blonde hair. My wife Laura is about 5'8" with shoulder-length brown hair. She has nice, perky 36B tits and a soft, round ass. Laura's sister Serena is a truly beautiful woman. She's about the same height as my wife and shares a similar ass. The major difference between the two sisters is that Serena has huge tits, at least a D-cup. Serena has short dirty-blonde hair. Brett and Ali are our closest friends. Brett is about an inch taller than me with a more muscular build. He too has short hair like mine, but his is brown. Brett's wife Ali is about the same height as Laura. She's thinner than my wife, with the same size tits, and long blonde hair. I've always been very attracted to Ali, though nothing's ever gone on beyond flirting between us. I'd always believed that Laura was attracted to Brett, though I'd never broached the subject. The third and final guy in our group is my oldest friend, John. John and I met in elementary school and have been friends ever since. John is about 5'10" with a muscular build and short black hair. Rounding out the group are two single women. Gina is a hot little thing that works with my wife. Gina is about 5'4" with a soft, shapely figure. She has long brown hair and nice C-cup tits to go with a great, somewhat large ass. Gina is probably the sexiest girl in the group. The final participant is a young girl named Melissa that I work with. Melissa's the youngest of the group at 24. She's the same height as Laura and also has a nice curvaceous body. She has average size breasts, probably a high B-cup with a soft ass and long red hair. Melissa is probably the least attractive woman in the group, but she's still very cute, and I'd heard some stories about her that lead me to believe she's the wildest girl in the group. The eight of us grabbed another drink and headed to the living room to get things started. Laura and I sat on the sofa with Serena and Brett and Ali sat on the loveseat. Gina sat in the recliner while John and Melissa were relegated to the floor. We drew straws to see who would go first and Brett drew the short straw. "I'll start with an easy one." Brett said. "Ali, truth or dare?" "Truth." Ali answered. "Okay, who's the best lover you've ever had?" Brett asked. Ali smiled. "Hmm, that's a tough one…let's see…the best lover I've ever had, that's a tough one." Ali said, in a joking tone. "Well, I guess I have to say you, I wouldn't want to hurt your feelings!" "Yeah, thanks. That's real sweet." Brett responded, mocking anger. We decided that we'd just continue drawing straws, to set an order, with those who'd already been selected sitting out the draw. The next to draw was Melissa. "Let's go with John." She said. "Truth or dare?" "Dare." He answered quickly. "I dare you to give me a kiss." Melissa said. Without hesitation, John leaned into her and gave her a quick little kiss on the lips. We all jeered at the shortness of the kiss and Melissa and John both blushed and tried to laugh it off. Sure enough, John got to go next. "I pick Gina." He said. "Truth." She answered. "Do you wish it was you that I just kissed?" John asked her. Gina hesitated, and then responded, "You bet I do." Catcalls and whistles went out with that answer. I got to go next. I knew exactly who to pick and exactly what I wanted her to select. "Serena, truth or dare?" I said. "I pick dare." Serena answered. "I dare you to kiss Laura!" I told her. Both Brett and John clearly loved that dare. Serena looked at Laura and smiled, then leaned in and gave her a nice, soft kiss on the lips. It wasn't a very long kiss, but it was longer than the one John and Melissa had shared earlier, and much, much hotter, at least to me! Laura went next. "What'll it be, Gina?" "Dare." Gina answered. My wife threw her friend a softball. "I dare you to kiss John." She said. Gina stood up from her chair and went over to John. John stood up and Gina gave him a long, wet kiss, with plenty of tongue involved. Clearly the game had been kicked up a notch. Continuing with the action, Gina got to go next. "Okay Johny, you're choice." "Dare!" He answered right away. "I want to see that body of yours; take off your shirt!" Gina challenged him. John sighed in disappointment before he took it off. All the girls whistled and cheered at his strong, bare chest. We were now down to two straws and Ali got the short one. "I pick Melissa." She selected. "Since it seems like truth is out the window here, dare me." Melissa answered. "I dare you to kiss my husband," Ali answered. Melissa went to Brett on the couch and leaned down in front of him and started to kiss him. Ali watched intently as her husband pulled Melissa's face into his, kissing her deeply. Melissa moaned softly as she pulled away from Brett. Serena was the final person to go. "Okay Mike, nobody's picked you yet. Let's skip the formalities. I dare you to kiss me!" I did as I was told, though I tried to conceal my excitement. I closed my eyes and leaned in to kiss her. The bitch turned her head at the last second though, so I ended up kissing her cheek. Everyone booed, including me. We went back to the beginning and Brett got to go again. "This is too boring," he said. "I'm going to kick this up a notch; Ali, how about you get on the coffee table and give us a strip tease!" Everyone yelled out in excitement at that. Ali did as she was told, even though she was clearly embarrassed by her husband's dare. She stood on the table and started swaying her hips. She kicked off her shoes first, one at her husband and the other at Laura. She grabbed the bottom of her shirt and took her time pulling it up and over her head, then threw it to the floor. After dropping her skirt, she stepped down from the table, saying, "That's it for now, guys!" She now wore only a matching blue bra and panties set that left little to the imagination. I was growing hard from her teasing. Next, Melissa challenged Serena. "Serena, now you do the same as Ali, only you have to stand in front of Mike when you do it!" Serena stood in front of me, and then bent over placing her hands on my legs. She opened my legs and swayed back and forth, her tits busting out of her cleavage. She pulled her shirt off and placed it around the back of my head. She wasn't wearing a bra, so her huge tits were now inches from my face. With her shirt, she pulled my face to her and buried it between her tits. I was in heaven, but she quickly pushed me back against the couch. After losing her shoes, she unbuttoned her pants. She bent over in front of me, her ass now within touching distance and pulled her pants down her legs. I had a great view of her shapely ass, since she wore only a small black thong. Now I was rock hard! Serena sat back down next to me on the couch, and I could barely take my eyes off her tits. John got to go next. "Laura, I'll be nice to you. You don't have to do a striptease or anything, but you do have to get completely naked." He told her. Laura was more than happy to oblige. "I'll be right back everyone." She told us. When she emerged, all eyes were glued on her. She did her best catwalk impression, her hips swinging back and forth showing off her cute tits and hairy bush. As she walked, she gave a twirl so we could all get a good look at her ass. She returned to the couch, leaving me sandwiched between my naked wife and her bare-breasted sister! It was now my turn again. "Okay Serena, lose the panties." I challenged her. In a blink they were gone, exposing my sister's bald pussy. Laura's turn was up and she turned the tables on me. "Okay wiseass, I want this couch totally naked!" She exclaimed. I ripped my clothes off in a hurry; everything except my underwear. My hard-on was clearly visible. Before I knew it, Laura reached over and ripped them off. This got the loudest cheer of the evening. It felt strange having seven others staring at my 7" cock. Gina went next, and we all knew what was coming. She turned to John and said, "Lose ‘em buddy!" "Can I have a little help?" He asked her. "You bet," She answered. Gina stood up and pulled down his pants and underpants at the same time. When John's cock popped out, it hit her on the cheek. "Wow!" Gina exclaimed. I'm sure we all shared the same sentiment, because John wasn't even totally hard yet, but he had a massive cock! Ali went next and looked immediately at Brett. "We've seen the other two penises in the room," she said. "I'm sure these ladies would like to see yours too. Brett undressed quickly. He wore no underwear, so the girls didn't have to wait long. It turned out that Brett was the smallest of the bunch. He was probably about 5" or so, but he was very thick. Serena got to finish up the second round. "Since I always have to go last, I want to challenge two people this time." She said. Everyone agreed, so Serena continued, " Gina, Melissa, you're the only two with clothes on; strip each other!" Melissa and Gina both laughed, and then met each other in the middle of the room. Melissa acted first and removed Gina's shirt. Gina returned the favor and pulled Melissa's shirt over her head. Melissa's has pale skin, so her embarrassment was clearly visible as she was beet red. Melissa unbuttoned Gina's skirt and pushed it to the ground. Gina now had on a black bra that barely concealed her ample tits and a tiny pink thong which accentuated her hot ass. Gina reached behind Melissa and unhooked her bra. Melissa's little boobs popped out, her reddish nipples poking straight out. Before Melissa could get to Gina, Gina pulled Melissa's pants and panties off in one shot, leaving Melissa completely naked, now that her pussy was exposed. Like my wife, Melissa too had a full bush. Melissa removed Gina's panties before her bra, exposing a small landing strip above her pussy. Gina turned to face towards Laura, Serena and I as Melissa unhooked her bra. Her perfect tits sprang free, giving us a great look at her small brown nipples. I was stunned by how beautiful she looked standing there bare-ass naked. A quick survey told me that all three of the guys were standing at full attention. Brett went next and told his wife to kiss Melissa, just like he had earlier. Ali stood up and went over to Melissa. Before Ali could kiss her, Melissa voiced her displeasure, "Wait a second, I thought we were all naked, but Ali still has her underwear on!" We hissed and jeered, until Melissa finished Ali's undressing. Ali has a wonderful tight ass and nice little boobs to match. The girls pressed their bodies together and engaged in a hot, wet kiss. As Melissa turned to walk away, Ali reached down and gave her a slap on the ass. Melissa went next. "Laura, play with your pussy for thirty seconds, but no more or less." She said. Laura reached down and began fingering herself with one hand as her other played with her nipples. I could smell the familiar scent of her pussy as she diddled herself. John then challenged Ali. "Ali: how about you give Gina a hand for a minute?" He asked. Ali was more than happy to oblige. She went over to the recliner and sat on the arm. She reached down and began massaging Gina's pussy. Even though I was halfway across the room, I could hear the sloshing noises. After a very short time, Gina began moaning out loud, louder and louder, until she let out a deep sigh as she fell back onto the chair. Ali pulled her hand from Gina's pussy and ran it under John's nose, letting him get a sniff of Gina's scent. I was shocked at what was going on, but I guess a lot of factors had led to it. Everyone was drunk, everyone was attractive, and the gradual steps had made everything less shocking, leaving no one overwhelmed by it all. I could sense that the game would be ending in a free for all, but I wondered how much longer everyone would hold out. It was my turn and I turned to my favorite target. "Serena, I want to see your orgasm." I told her. As she began frigging herself, Laura disappeared for a moment. I didn't see her return until she was standing next to her sister. "Maybe this'll help." She said, handing her sister a vibrator. Serena started by rubbing the vibrator along her outer lips, and then gradually began pushing it into her pussy, until it was buried deep inside her. The vibrator did the trick as she soon cried out, her face straining with pleasure as she climaxed around her electric helper. She pulled it from her pussy and handed it to Laura. Laura in turn pushed it into my mouth, letting me taste her sister's juices. I was shocked at how accepting Laura was of my obvious attraction to Serena. It was Laura's turn next, and she made a bold move. She turned to Gina and said, "Come over here and eat my pussy." Gina and Laura had been friends for a few years now and I had often fantasized about just this action. Gina walked over to Laura and kneeled down on the floor in front of her. She held Laura by the hips and pulled her ass to the edge of the couch, then buried her head between my wife's legs. Since I was sitting right next to them, I could see clearly as Gina began running her tongue up and down over Laura's pussy. She then reached down and spread my wife's lips apart, and then buried her tongue deep inside her. Laura was now groaning and squirming beneath her friend. Laura tweaked her nipples with her right hand as she put the left one on the back of Gina's head. Laura then pushed Gina's head deeper into her crotch. Shortly after Gina reached up and began teasing her nipples, Laura screamed out one final time before climaxing. When Gina stood up, she looked over to me, then kissed Serena on the lips, sharing the taste her sister's juices with her. Gina excused herself to the bathroom and passed on her turn. Ali then made an interesting choice. She turned to Brett and said, "You know I've always wanted you to eat my ass, but you never have. Now you don't have a choice!" Brett got a pissed look on his face, but hey, rules are rules, so he turned Ali around so her ass was facing him. He spread her ass cheeks apart and began licking her asshole. Ali seemed to be loving it. She shoved her ass back into her husband's face and began rubbing it up and down over his mouth as she reached down and began playing with her pussy. She soon cried out as she collapsed face first down onto the loveseat. Serena went next. "Well little sister, how about you use that vibrator of yours on Melissa?" She said to Laura. Laura was more than happy to oblige. As Laura walked towards her, Melissa got on all fours, her ass turned away from everyone. Laura got down on the floor behind her and wasted no time shoving it into her snatch. Melissa went wild and started thrusting back into the toy as Laura shoved it in and out. Melissa had a look of pain and pleasure on her sweat-covered face as Laura used the toy to bring her to orgasm. Again, we were back to the beginning and Brett got to make the next choice. He looked at his wife and said, "Okay Ali, you like ass-play so much, use that vibrator on it!" Ali seemed unsure, but reluctantly did as she was told. Her ass was still wet from Brett's licking, but she had trouble getting the toy in her. Brett offered to help and forced it into her. Ali yelled out as he pushed it in. She was clearly in pain and after two or three thrusts; she slapped Brett's hand and pulled it from her ass. She threw the vibrator to the ground and sat up on the loveseat, obviously pissed. I sensed that the mood was shifting, so I knew I had to act quickly. "Okay, enough of this teasing!" I said. I turned to Serena and began kissing her. As we kissed, everyone began pairing up. Gina wasted no time getting hold of John. Laura went right to Brett, leaving Melissa and Ali. Melissa went over to Ali to comfort her and before long they too were engaged in a deep kiss. I was ecstatic to be one the verge of banging my sister and wanted no parts pf foreplay. I pulled her on top of me so that her pussy was positioned right by my dick. She got the hint and reached down and took hold of it. She sat up and placed the tip right at her entrance, then slammed down on top of me, taking me in her in one stroke. As she bounced up and down on me, I looked around to see that we were well ahead of everyone else. Gina and John and Ali and Melissa were just kissing and fondling each other. Brett, on the other hand was fingering Laura as they kissed. I took hold of Serena's hips and started pulling her down on top of me. She aided the process, quickening her pace. I felt her pussy walls tighten around me as she let out a whimper. A rush of fluid deep inside of her put me over the edge as I exploded in her. She lay down next to me on the couch to enjoy the show. By now Melissa was between Ali's legs eating her pussy. John was doing the same to Gina, who smiled at me as we made eye contact. Laura was on her knees in front of Brett; his cock in her mouth. Brett soon pulled Laura up from the floor. She straddled him on the loveseat and sank down onto his dick, slowly at first, then quickened her pace. Brett must have been on the brink from the blowjob he'd just received because in a matter of a minute or so, he emptied his seed in my wife. Just as Serena had with me, Laura sat next to Brett to watch the others. Ali was the next to cry out in pleasure as she soaked Melissa's face. After a sloppy kiss, Ali slid down to Melissa's pussy and went to town. Ali was very active, rapidly licking and fingering Melissa's young pussy. Melissa reached down and began guiding Ali's head up and down over her pussy as Ali buried a couple of fingers in her. Without so mush as a peep, Melissa slumped down on the couch. Ali pulled her head from between Melissa's legs, her lips glistening with Melissa's moisture. Now everyone's attention was turned to the hottest couple of the group, Gina and John. Gina was slumped down on the recliner, her legs wrapped around John's ass, pulling him deeper and deeper inside her; Gina's tits bouncing around with each thrust. Gina was the most vocal of the group, crying out with each thrust. John's huge dick was buried in Gina to the hilt; an impressive feat. Gina's screaming got louder and louder until she let out one final earth shattering cry. John pulled his dick from between her legs and covered her bronzed belly with wave after wave of his spunk. I had never seen so much come. Everyone was exhausted, but Laura obviously wanted more. "Let's play Monkeys in the Middle," she said. "We'll all head to the bedroom and stand around the bed. Then someone yells out two people and the have to get on the bed and have whatever kind of sex they want." New Year's Eve Bash We all agreed and filed into the bedroom. I stripped the bedding off of the bed, leaving only the bottom sheet. "Okay, who's first?" Laura asked. "Serena and Ali!" John yelled out. Serena lay down on the bed, pulling Ali down on top of her. They kissed passionately, and then Ali slid lower down Serena's body. She stopped at her chest and began nibbling and sucking on her large breasts. Serena was enjoying the attention, writhing beneath Ali. Ali then continued lower, down to her belly which she smothered in kisses. "Where's the vibrator?" Ali yelled out. No one responded, so Laura went to her toy box. She pulled out her huge black dildo. The thing's a monster, probably a foot-long and very thick. "Use this; Serena is loose enough to handle it!" Laura joked. Ali obliged and slowly eased it into Serena's hole. Ali had no mercy, jamming the whole thing into Serena in one shot. Serena was groaning all the while, but soon grew accustomed, thrusting up into it. Ali slid it in and out of Serena's box. Serena's face was covered in sweat, her body glistening. She let out a low, guttural moan; took control of the dildo from Ali and pushed it deep inside one last time, then fell back on the bed, completely spent; her face flushed from the excitement. As soon as Ali and Serena got off the bed, Ali said, "Melissa and Brett are next." Brett and Melissa lay down on the bed side by side. Melissa leaned down and took Brett's thickness into her mouth. She bobbed up and down on him slowly, playing with his balls all the while. Brett reached down and pulled Melissa's head up to his. They kissed before Melissa moved down to his cock. She straddled him with her back facing him so she was facing the rest of us, and then moved his cock between her legs. She gave him a few quick jerks, and then pushed down onto him. We could see her pussy lips widening as he entered her. We had a great view, seeing every thrust into her. Her little tits bouncing up and down as she fucked him. Brett spoke up, "Here it comes, here it comes!" Melissa pulled off his cock and gave it a couple tugs, emptying it all over her hand and arm. Then Laura exclaimed, "Mike and Gina!" Gina wasted no time hopping on the bed. I reached up and grabbed her tits as I buried my face between her legs. She had a strange taste which I soon realized was her own juices mixed with John's come. This kind of disgusted me, so I pulled my face away. Gina looked so hot laying there. I grabbed her legs and put them over my shoulders. I rubbed the tip of my cock over her lips before entering her. Her pussy was surprisingly tight. Again, she was extremely vocal, voicing her pleasure with each thrust as I plowed between her lips. I felt her pussy walls pulling me deeper in her until they relented and went motionless. I pulled out and moved up her body, placing my cock at her lips. She grabbed it by the shaft, and then wrapped her lips around it. She licked around the tip as she stroked me with her hand. She was an incredible cock-sucker. Her mouth was burning hot and her tongue was so soft on me. I was none too happy when I felt that feeling developing in my balls. I had no desire to let this end, but it soon did as I filled her mouth with my come. No one had to say a word as John pushed Laura down onto the bed. He wasted no time slamming his cock deep in her pussy. Laura had a look of pure elation on her face as he pummeled her pussy with his monster cock. To my knowledge, Laura had never had such a large man. She wrapped her legs around his back, trying to pull him somehow deeper into her. John was expressionless as he blasted inside my wife. We never would have known until he pulled out of her, his come overflowing over her pussy lips. Everyone was now too tired to continue further. As everyone settled in, we saw the sun coming in the window. We'd been at it for at least four hours! We have three bedrooms in the house, so we had to triple up in some rooms. Brett joined Melissa in one of the rooms. Laura and I went to the master bedroom and John and Ali went to the last room. Serena and Gina were left to choose their quarters. Serena joined Ali and John in their room, while Gina came with us. Laura and I have a king-sized bed, so there was enough room for the three of us. The women were kind enough to sleep on each side of me, so I was sandwiched between the two of them for the night. We were all tired, so we fell asleep almost immediately. I am a very deep sleeper, but I awoke to find an amazing sight. Laura had on her strap on and was fucking Gina with it. Gina's legs were up around her own head as my wife fucked her. I started stroking my cock as I enjoyed the show. Gina started to yell out again with her pleasure and I looked to the doorway to see Serena standing there watching also. I motioned for Serena to join me and she obliged. She wrapped her hand around my cock and started stroking me as we watched Laura and Gina. My hand found its way to Serena's wetness and began playing with her pussy. While we masturbated each other, Laura brought Gina to an orgasm. Gina turned to see me and Serena in the bed with them and pulled me towards her. She shoved her tongue deep in her throat and pulled me down on top of her. As we kissed, she ground her pussy against my cock. As she dry-humped me to near orgasm, my eyes were shut while we tongue-fucked each other's mouths. Finally, I could stand no more and moved to fuck her. When I pulled my face from Gina's, I looked over to see Laura slamming the strap-on deep into Serena's pussy. The image of my wife fucking her sister was one of the most intense things I've ever seen! Gina's pussy was soaked and pulled me into her instantly. As I fucked Gina, I watched intently as Laura fucked Serena. Just like she would a man, Serena's heels were digging into Laura's ass, pulling the rubber cock into her. The sound of Serena's orgasmic moan brought me over the edge and I lost it, dumping my load into Gina's hot pussy. The four of us collapsed onto each other, our sweaty bodies entangled. I laid there thinking of all the amazing sights I'd seen, all the amazing things I'd felt, and all the barriers that had been broken down in the past 12 hours. I knew that unfortunately I would never have such an incredible experience again. There was no way to top all of this! New Year's Eve Birthday WARNING: The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further! This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact. I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here. The characters in the story are entirely fictional. You need to believe that all of the characters are over the age of eighteen. This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached. * * * * * * * * * * This is the ninth in my "(insert name) Birthday" series. The first eight are "Valentine Birthday", "Easter Birthday", "Double Birthday", "4th of July Birthday", "Spring Trash Pick-Up Birthday", "Betty Boop Birthday", "Messy Computer Birthday" and "Magical Mystery Birthday." Readers have suggested themes to expand the series. In this episode, Mr. Marcus is stranded with his hosts' daughter at the stroke of midnight on New Year's Eve. I'll make the obvious pun later. * * * * * * * * * * My wife is our family's social secretary and planner. New Year's Eve festivities were no exception. "Harvey, dear, we've been invited to the Bangers' for New Years." "The Bangers? Who are they?" "Their daughter Wanda used to go to school with Anna, but they moved downtown. This is a reunion for the girls, and a chance for the parents to meet, if they haven't already." Oh, great! Just what I want to do - meet the folks of the young ladies I've deflowered. And then there were Bree's mother Juliet, one down and Sally's mom, one waiting to go. This was not going to be a comfortable evening. "Sounds terrific." "By the way, it's black tie." "You mean I have to rent a tux?" "Yes, and Anna and I are buying new dresses." "So we'll be starting the new year in debt?" "Just think of it as our contribution to the economy." --- I pulled the family sedan up to the newest high rise on the lakefront. There were patches of gravel, hand-painted signs and concrete barriers. "Is this building even open?" I asked. "The garage looks like it's still under construction." "The Bangers moved in early. Most of the other condos are empty," said Anna. "I helped on moving day." The unfinished walls of the elevator covered with pads verified Anna's comment. It was a long ride up, and I thought I felt my ears pop. I took the opportunity to look at my two female companions. My wife had gone classic, with a black beaded dress. I'd promised myself to reward her for her unwitting patience and understanding by saving myself for her. She was going to get lucky when we got home. I'd avoided liaisons with Anna's friends and given up masturbation for several weeks. Yes, I was horny as hell, anxious for the party to end so I could find relief with my spouse. Anna was not constrained by the formal dress code. She had picked a long light blue high-necked sleeveless gown with a slit up the side. I tried not to crane my head to check out her ass. The elevator doors opened on forty-six. We followed the footprints on the dusty plywood corridors and the hand-printed signs to the Bangers' condo. The doorbell button hung away from the wall at the end of a pair of wires. I knocked to avoid possible electric shock. Once was enough. The door opened. Anna almost knocked our hostess over as she bolted into the apartment, wobbling on mid-level heels. "Hi, Anna. Nice to see you again," she addressed the blur. "I'm Trudy Banger. You must be the Marcus's." "Yes, I'm Harriet and this is Harvey." "Come on in. I don't know where my husband is. That's my daughter Wanda over there." She pointed to a young lady with glasses in a strapless pink gown milling around with some familiar bodies. "Can I get you a drink?" My wife had offered to be the designated driver, but driving at night isn't her favorite. I told her I'd stick to non-alcoholic beverages. Besides, she might enjoy herself more later if she was slightly inebriated. So long as she didn't overdo it and pass out. I had needs and plans to care for them. I wandered over to the large picture windows facing the east and south, providing views of the lake and the city. It was breathtaking, and disconcerting for anyone with a fear of heights. Trudy handed me a diet cola with a wedge of lemon. "Terrific view!" "Now you can see why we pushed to move in as soon as possible. At least for now, we don't have any neighbors to deal with either. By the way, I told your wife, you shouldn't wander around the other condos. They're still under construction and could be dangerous." "Got it. Thanks for the warning." My back got slapped hard and some of my diet soda came over the edge of my glass. My fists clenched. I had to open one of them to accept the hand extended to me in greeting. "Hi, I'm Dick Banger." "Harvey Marcus. Nice to meet you." "Like the view? I optimized the unit selection based on a miles-per-dollar to the horizon. We got the best deal in the whole building." "Nice computing. Did you invite the neighbors?" "Neighbors? There aren't any - ha ha, that's a good one, Harvey. You're okay." The pain from the first slap doubled with Dick's show of amusement on the same place on my back. He walked away to assault other guests. The view inside the apartment was as nice as the skyline. It was difficult to be in the same room with all of the young women I'd been intimate with and not be affected, especially given my recent short-term celibacy. Bree, Marci, Ruthie, Amanda, and Anna were in a cluster. Wanda hung close to her friends, occasionally pushing her glasses up on her nose. The buzzing among them was obvious. I shifted my weight nervously, wondering if I was a subject of their conversations. I circulated, trying not to show embarrassment or interest in Bree's mother, Juliet McCarthy, or Sally's mom, Vicky on the arm of her husband Harry. As if in a choreographed dance, the young women peeled from the cluster and came over to greet me. They each teased me in turn on purpose, touching my arm or shoulder, even leaning against me. Wanda was the only one who didn't participate. There was a collective giggle when the group reassembled back where they had started. "You sure are popular with Anna's friends," Trudy commented. "Not any more than anyone else's father," I protested. The frequency of opportunities they took to interact with me and not them belied my claim. People got more casual as the night moved closer to the magic hour. My tux jacket hung over the back of a dining room chair, my tux tie was removed and the top button of my shirt open. After a couple of hours pouring diet soda down my throat after handfuls of salty snacks, I needed a bathroom. I wandered the hallways of the apartment. Both the bedroom master bath and the second bath were occupied with lines waiting. I'd procrastinated too long and couldn't wait any longer. There must be another bathroom completed somewhere on the floor, I figured. As long as I was careful where I stepped, I should be okay. I snuck out the front door and wandered down the hall, where the dusty wood floor became carpet. This was a favorable sign. At the end of the hall was a partially open door with a wooden doorstop. I pushed the door all the way open and walked in as it closed behind me. Past the entrance was a large finished room. This looks like a common room for parties. There must be a bathroom here, I thought. Sure enough, just past the entrance was a short corridor leading to men's and women's facilities. These doors were also held open by wooden doorstops. For privacy, I kicked the doorstop out and entered a lavish bathroom. Not only were there three toilets, three urinals, and three washbasins but a large flat area for diaper changing and a glass-enclosed shower. I did my business despite my semi-permanent erection, thankful for relief. I washed my hands and threw the paper towels into the trashcan. It was only when I reached for the door handle that I saw the problem. There was none. The door was flush with the jam. And, it opened in. I was stuck! Damn, I should have listened to the Bangers. Despite the lack of sense, I made a running charge at the door. Pain was added to feelings of stupidity. I sat down in one of the toilet stalls and waited. About a half hour later, I heard noises above my head. They were shuffling and banging sounds. Oh great, the place has rats. But these sounds were too big to be made by small rodents. With a clang, a metal grate covering an overhead air duct hit the tile floor. "Hello?" came a voice from above. "Yes, hello. I'm here." "I'm going to come down feet first. Catch me." I stood beneath the opening and looked up. It was a young lady's legs. My view went all the way up to her panties under pantyhose. "I'm ready," I shouted. "Okay, I'm letting myself down." By reaching up, I could grab her shoeless foot. As she descended, I let my hands slide up the backs of her legs. I was clutching her calves. "I'm letting go. Do you have me?" "Yes, I've got you. Go ahead." She dropped fast, my hands sliding up her dress, until her buttocks were safely in my palms and her chest was in my face. Her glasses flew from her face and shattered on the hard tile floor. "Shit, those were new. Now everything is fuzzy." My hands were still full of her ass as I enjoyed a close up look at her miniature cleavage. "You can put me down now." Was there hostility in her voice? I lowered her and noticed that there was a rope around her waist. She pulled her dress down and smoothed it. Her dress was all dusty. I stifled a sneeze. "Are you Ms. Pinocchio or a real girl?" She scrunched up her eyebrows. "The rope?" "Oh, that was so I wouldn't get lost up there." She unknotted the cord and let it dangle from the opening. "Speaking of lost, how did you find me?" "Your wife went looking. The dusty footprints on the rug gave you away. The door to the party room is on a passcard system, but it isn't working yet. My folks can't get in. They've called the building management, but they won't get here for a while." "Yeah, especially on New Year's Eve." She nodded. "You're Wanda?" "Oh, yeah, hi, pleased to meet you." We shook hands, quite a comedown from holding her ass in my hands and her chest against my face. I noticed Wanda was scratching herself, her arms and neck. "What's the matter?" "I was up there, you know, crawling around, trying to find my way here, to let you know we were trying to get you out. There's a lot of exposed insulation up there. I must have gotten fiberglass all over me." "Well, the best thing you can do is wash it off." Now I was scratching at my neck and my hands. "Seems like some of it rubbed off on me." Wanda took some paper towels, got them wet, and wiped down her arms and neck. "This isn't working. And I got some on my legs too." She lifted her skirt as she ran her hands up and down the nylon. Her scratching was more animated, and seeing her scratch made me want to scratch all the more. "Why don't you take a shower?" "Oh, you'd like me to get undressed, wouldn't you?" "Huh?" "Like you don't know what the other girls told me about you." Loose lips. How did they describe it? "I don't know what they told you, Wanda, but in most cases they chased me. I didn't go looking to make love to them." "Love? They don't describe it as love. More like pure, unadulterated sex." "But I waited until they were adults." Wanda didn't even smile at my joke. "Why, you might have done this on purpose, just to get me alone with you so you could do the same thing to me." Now her hands were folded across her chest, pushing her breasts higher behind the neckline of her dress. "So how did I know that they'd send you? They could have sent Ruthie. She's small." Wanda gave my reply some thought. "Okay, so maybe you didn't get locked in on purpose. But just because tomorrow is my birthday is no reason -" Oh my! "Did the others volunteer you to come find me?" I asked. "Yes, they suggested it and -" We came to the realization at the same time. "We've been set up!" "I don't like being manipulated," I said. "Neither do I. So now what?" "I think you need to take that shower before you injure yourself." Wanda looked at the red scratches on her arms. "I guess you're right. But I'm going to leave my undies on. No free show for you." "No problem. I'll even turn my back." I still had a clear view in the large mirror over the sinks. Wanda unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. "I'll put it on the side so I don't get reinfected." She peeled her pantyhose down her legs and threw them in the same pile. She also unpinned her hair and let it fall in cascades to her shoulders. She wore only pink panties and a strapless underwire push up bra. The shower door opened and shut with a metallic click. "At least the water works." A sample size bar of soap was in the tray. Wanda lathered up her hands and rubbed the lucky soap all over her body. She rinsed and turned the water off. Her bra and panties were soaked, effectively becoming transparent. Two Hershey's Kiss-sized bumps appeared from inside Wanda's bra. Pussy hair padded out the front of her wet panties. "That's much better. The itching is almost completely gone. Could you please hand me a towel?" I glanced around the room. No linens. I pulled a dozen sheets of paper from the dispenser on the wall and presented them to her. "I'm afraid that's all we've got." "Great!" Wanda used all of them plus a few more to get herself mostly dry. Then she walked into a toilet stall and shut the door. "There, now you have privacy. More than you gave me! Go ahead and shower." I stripped naked and took my turn. There were few paper towels left. Rather than get my underwear wet, I sat down on the changing counter and placed one paper towel over my crotch. "I'm done." "I know. I heard the water shut off." "Are you going to sit in that stall until we're rescued?" "Yes I am. I'm not going to become another one of your conquests." "Is that what you think happened? That I seduced your friends? Let me get one thing straight between us." It was already straight, hard and throbbing. "In every case, I was either set up or it was an accident." "Oh sure. How does somebody accidentally stick their penis into a young woman's vagina?" "I guess you had to be there." "Well, I'm not going there. I mean here. Oh, you know what I mean." "No problem. I'm not interested." My erection bounced. We sat in silence. A curiosity question came to mind. "When someone opens that door, how will you explain the fact that we're both undressed?" Wanda unlatched the door and came out. Her undies were still clinging to her nubile body. My paper towel bounced. Wanda was still considering my question when the rope that had been tied to her waist began to move. "Someone is pulling your string." She squinted, walked over and took hold of it. "There's something attached to the end of the rope. It's heavy." "Then don't pull it too far or it'll fall on you." "I know. I'm not stupid." The folks at the other end of the rope were pretty smart. They'd attached a cloth bag to the rope but not at the end. That way, they could lower the contents of the bag down to us without damage. "Did they send an ax?" "No. There's a bottle of champagne, two plastic cups, a couple of plastic containers with some food and a note." She held the piece of paper up to her nose. "The note says 'Have a good time together. The locksmith won't be here for several hours. Anna.'" "See, I told you I didn't set you up." "There's a P. S." "Yeah?" "'Ask my dad to tell you the Betty Boop weekend story.' What's that?" "There's room over here for both of us to sit. I'd prefer not to holler the details. They can probably hear us through the ducts." Wanda sat at one end of the counter, me at the other. Our knees were barely touching. She leaned her head closer, focusing on my paper tent. "I spent Anna's 18th birthday weekend with her, Bree, Sally, and Marci. We played a game where I was supposed to guess who was who. They were all wearing the same costume." "So how did you figure it out? I mean, by voice or - oh no. You didn't do it by -? "Yes, by touch. Intimate touch. And if I got it wrong, we'd play again. For the subsequent games, they were naked and I wore a blindfold." My paper towel was waving back and forward, higher than before. "All weekend?" "Yep. I was exhausted. At least they got to share the load, if you will." The underwire bra kept sliding down due to the added weight of the water. Wanda was constantly pulling it back up, only to have it slide back down. "Oh, the hell with it. They're only tits, and it's obvious you've seen tits before." Wanda reached behind her back and unhooked the device. It fell in her lap. "Only tits? They're very nice." "Thanks, but compliments will get you nowhere. You're still not getting into my panties." Still, her eyes were focused on my bobbing erection, which had now made a small wet spot in the tent. "I told you, I'm saving myself for later. Whether we do something or not, the girls will talk." Wanda nodded. Her breasts barely jiggled. She leaned closer, still squinting. She was almost on top of it. "You're leaking." "Yes, that happens when a man gets sexually aroused." "I know. I took Sex Ed. Got an A." "In the course work or the lab?" "What lab? Oh, you're teasing me again." She finally smiled, at the thought of a Sex Ed lab. "I'd have been happy to help you with your homework. For the lab, I mean." "I bet you would have, if you weren't so busy fucking my friends." Wanda looked over at the stuff Anna had sent us. "I'm thirsty. Pour us some drinks. It's getting close to midnight. We should toast the new year." I scooted off the counter, letting the paper towel fall from my erection. Wanda opened her mouth but no words came out. I picked up the bottle and checked the label. Anna had sent sparkling cider, not champagne. I popped the cork anyway and filled two glasses. "Can I have the cork?" I gave Wanda the plastic plug. "Here." She put it on her index finger as a decoration. Wanda downed the bubbly liquid in one gulp. "Ooh, that tickles my nose. More please." I refilled her glass. "How long until midnight?" "About a minute." She emptied her glass again. "This stuff is good. More." She stepped over, stumbling into me. Her naked skin against mine gave me goose bumps. I did as she asked. We counted down together, using my watch as a guide. "Happy New Year, Mr. Marcus. So what would you be doing now, if you weren't stuck in here with me?" "I'd probably be kissing my wife. Then, we'd help clean up and go home." "Okay." Wanda got on her tippy toes, put her arms around my neck and planted her mouth on mine. It was a fine kiss. Better than fine. It was intoxicating. My penis was rubbing against her belly at random. She kept her arms around my neck but pulled back. "And your wife would get that?" She pointed to my erection, touching the tip with her plastic cork finger. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I'm planning on fucking her real good with this." I shook my hips just enough to thump my erection into her. "Not if you're stuck in here all night with me you won't." I paused to consider her comment and her growing false inebriation. New Year's Eve Birthday "You know, I've never had alcohol before. Is this what it feels like to be drunk?" I didn't want to embarrass her so I didn't tell her we weren't drinking a non-alcoholic beverage. "Free and easy, right?" I asked. "Yep, that's how I feel. Free and easy. Would you think less of me if I was easy, Mr. Marcus?" "No, Wanda, never." "The girls, they all told me how special they felt, when you did them on their birthdays. I lied before. They felt a tenderness, not just sex." "I knew that. It was mutual. I have great respect for them." And their creativity and cunning. Wanda looked up at me with demanding eyes. "Mr. Marcus, I want to feel tenderness too." "Are you sure? You were so adamant -" "Maybe it's the bubbly, or the wicked thoughts I've been having ever since I dropped in on you and felt you hands on me. Are you still saving yourself for later?" I glanced at my watch. "There isn't that much later left, my dear." I lied. "Let's get you started slowly. That way, you can always chicken out." "Me? Chicken? Never!" She definitely was already plucked. "Maybe they sent us something interesting we can use." "Food? Like hot dogs? Gross!" "No, I already have your wiener right here. I meant something we can use in foreplay." I looked at the food containers. One was liver pate. "Why don't you get back up on the counter?" I used a finger to spread a dollop of the meaty paste on each of Wanda's erect nipples. Then I sucked the appetizer off, continuing the licking well past the time I'd swallowed and her nipples were clean. "Oh, oh, oh my, they feel like they're going to burst. I think my panties are wet, and not from the shower." "Let's see." Wanda raised her hips and slid the damp garment down her legs. She spread her legs in a shy way, sucking on the plastic cork still on her finger. I moved my hand between her legs and ran a finger up the bush-covered slit. "You're right. You must have enjoyed that." I went back to the bag. One container had long thick cantaloupe slices. "Why don't we start with something soft and juicy?" "And then move to hard and juicy?" Wanda took hold of my erection as I slid a slice into her. She started bucking her hips, trying to fuck the fruit. I noticed she was moaning and grunting louder. "Shhh, they'll hear you." "I can't help it. It feels so good I want to scream. When I play with myself at night, I have to bury my face in a pillow or my parents would hear me." Wanda's actions had taken all of the stiffness out of the melon segment. I removed the spent pulp, replacing it with my tongue. The combination of the sweet melon and pungent sex odors were delicious. Wanda's hips moved up and back, as my tongue made a trip up and down her lips, flicking at where I thought her clitoris would be. "Woooooow!" "Wanda, be quiet! You'll get us both in trouble." "Sorry. I don't even know I'm doing it. I'll try. Can we do it now, for real?" "Okay, if you're ready." "You know, I wouldn't be doing this if I was sober. One more drink, for courage." Wanda hopped down, went over to the bottle, brought it to her lips and chugged the remainder. She burped loudly, and then giggled. "How should we do this?" "There's no place to lie down comfortably. Why don't you lean against the counter and I'll enter from the rear?" "Not my ass! Not with that monster!" "No, your sweet pussy, just from behind." Wanda assumed the position, hands on the counter, legs spread. I moved in behind her and positioned my penis between her lips. Her cunt was throbbing in syncopation with my cock. "Lean back a little, so I can -" She squatted and took almost half. "Oooohhhhhhhh, that's nice. I can't believe it fits. There's more, right? All the way, Mr. Marcus, put it in all the way." I did as requested. "Did I take it all? Goodie! Now fuck me so I cum." I held her hips and started the thrusting motion. Over and over, I pistoned my throbbing dick into her. With each thrust, Wanda shouted, getting louder each time. My hands moved from her hips to her nipples, tweaking them between my fingertips. "Wanda, I know you're enjoying this, but can't you enjoy it a little quieter." "Am I good, Mr. Marcus? Am I as good as the others? I want to know." "You're terrific, Wanda. As good as any of them. Better than some." I didn't name names. "This is so hot. I'm so hot. Don't stop. I want you to fuck me all night and into the morning." My dick was steel, prepared for this event, just with another partner. Wanda was getting the benefit instead of my wife, and probably enjoying it more than she would have. I was getting ready to dump my load, and I didn't really want to do that inside this naive young lady. Her volume was on the rise again. I put my hand over her mouth, as a hint. Wanda reciprocated by biting down on my finger. Now I was the one shouting. "Owwwwwwww." She might have even drawn blood. "Sorry, Mr. Marcus. I didn't mean it." Wanda and I were still rocking back and forth. "I want to pull out before I cum." "You mean ejaculate? Did you do that with the others?" "Well, no, sometimes things happened and I lost track." Wanda's hand moved around to hold my buttocks. "Can you lose track with me?" It was past time to back out. Maybe Wanda would do the honors and suck me dry. "I don't think so." My balls were tight and full. "I don't expect I'll get a sliver or get burned or electrocuted in this position." I relaxed my ass, started to move back and prepared to dismount. Wanda stuck the plastic bottle plug into my asshole. "How about this?" My reaction was purely instinctive. My ass muscles clenched, my hips thrust forward and my balls rose, streaming plenty of sticky goop into Wanda's waiting cunt. "Yes, that was quite effective." We took a quick shower together, to remove the sweat and other bodily fluids. The hot air blowers were an effective way for us to get dry as we heard activity at the main door. We were both in our uncomfortable clothes at opposite sides of the room, munching on the food they'd provided, when the Bangers, my wife and daughter burst into the bathroom past the overpaid locksmith. There were kisses all around, hugs deferred until we could rid ourselves of the scratchy insulation fibers. Wanda and Anna walked off together, buzzing. Anna looked back at me and winked. My wife didn't get any that night. She would have to wait for another holiday, unless we celebrated that one with Anna's friends too. Another year comes in with a Banger! ### An Original H M Tale I'm running out! Please write and tell me what holidays or events you'd like included in the series. Copyright © 2002, HarveyMarcus. All Rights Reserved.