2 comments/ 87228 views/ 3 favorites New in Town By: FreshPeach Laurie pulled her new red Saab into a too small space in front of her too small apartment. Struggling to open the driver’s side door against an offending elm tree, she stepped out of the car and right into a puddle. “Oh, that was unexpected!” she huffed, sarcastically. She turned and grabbed her bag from the front seat and hurried into the apartment lobby. Once she was inside, she inspected her suede heel that was now covered in mud. Upon deciding that it was repairable, she deposited it inside the door. Glancing about the sparsely furnished apartment, she felt a tug of longing. Laurie was missing the homey bacheloret pad she’d shared with her best friend Maxine through college in Pennsylvania. Now, her three month lease was almost up in the dingy, last minute apartment she’d been forced into when she moved to Michigan for graduate school. Sighing loudly to no one but herself, she moved into the tiny bedroom. Rifling through the drawers, she pulled out a pair of short ratty shorts and a thin tank top. Removing her jeans and tee shirt ensemble, she inspected herself in the mirror. Since her freshman year, Maxine had forced Laurie to go to the gym with her. Max’s decree was that they would get into shape, once and for all, and they’d do it together. All through high school, they’d been frumpy but cute. They were the kind of girls who had boy friends rather than boyfriends. Now, the hard work showed. Laurie was a trim blond, standing at about 5’4” in her bare feet and weighing about 115 pounds. She was rounded in the right places, attested to by her firm 36 C bust and 39 inch hips. Laurie still went to the gym, however alone she felt without Max. She sighed again and tugged on her worn clothes and a pair of Nikes. About twenty minutes later, Laurie pulled into the lot behind the Bash Brothers Gym. Laurie supposed it was rather sexist, but it had a great set of Nautilus machines and lighter weights, as well as a sauna and an Olympic sized pool. She parked and hopped out. Once inside, she paid her monthly fee and headed towards the treadmills. The gym was always fairly empty by the time she arrived; it was devoid of any leering Bash Brothers, for which she was grateful. As she was stretching, she noticed two women on the bicycles chattering in hushed tones and looking in her direction. Sighing to herself, once again, she got on a treadmill and began her two mile jog. After the jog, she decided to cut her evening short and headed for the sauna. Stripping to nothing but a fluffy white towel, she stepped into the foggy room. The deep tones of the cherry wood were slick with moisture and she was alone. Leaning her head back, she finally began to unwind from the stressful day of classes. She was certainly glad it was Friday. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and the two women from the bicycles snapped into her calm. Laurie held back yet another sigh. The women settled themselves on the bench adjacent to Laurie’s. She noticed one was a redhead, with close cropped curls and a mischievous smattering of freckles across her upturned nose. The other had a long mass of deep brown hair tucked into a pony tail. Wisps fell about her porcelain face, and she was first to smile at Laurie. “Hello,” she said. “I’m Renee. You must be Lauren.” Laurie was taken aback. “Um, yes. How’d you know?” The redhead laughed, “We’re stalking you,” she said. At the startled look on Laurie’s face, “Oh, hon, I’m sorry. I’m only teasing. We own the club. I’m Michelle.” Laurie relaxed. “Oh, it’s nice to meet you. I guess I assumed some giant Bash Brothers owned this place,” she laughed. “If you’d like, please call me Laurie.” Renee smiled another broad smile. “We noticed you stretching out there tonight. You’re very tone.” Laurie blushed. “Oh, thank you. I used to workout where I came from.” Michelle asked, “Where’s that?” “Pennsylvania.” “Where do you live now?” asked Michelle. “Um, do you know Melwood Avenue?” The women nodded. Laurie just smiled back, a little unsettled by the interrogation. As if sensing how Laurie felt, Renee said, “We don’t want to bother you. We just like to get to know our clients, especially the ones who come in all the time.” Laurie nodded, “Well, it’s nice to meet you both. I think I’d better get out of here before my blood boils,” she said with a laugh. Laurie was surprised at how much these women made her feel at ease. Renee and Michelle stood, too. “It was great to meet you, too, Laurie,” Michelle said warmly. The three women left the sauna and headed for the locker room. After showering, the three met again in the lobby. “Hey, Laurie. If you’re not afraid of us yet, you’re welcome to dinner with us tonight.” Renee said, fluffing her damp pony tail. Laurie almost backed out, but again got that welcome rush of familiarity that these girls seemed to bring to her. “Well, if you don’t mind having me, I’m free and I’d love it.” Michelle and Renee both nodded. “C’mon, follow us back our house. We’re having Chinese stir fry and wonton soup. All home made!” Laurie again agreed and got into her car and followed the girls a beautiful Victorian house, fronted by a wide porch and a sloping, green lawn. She noted a sign stuck unceremoniously into the lawn, reading “Room For Rent” in large, neat hand. Once inside, she was surprised at the high ceilings of the foyer, and the grand staircase that curved in two directions. “This is lovely!” Laurie breathed. “You rent this place?” “No, actually my great grandparents built it. They owned a lot of stock in a car manufacturer in Detroit. It’s been in my family since then.” Renee said, sweeping her arm about, grandly paying homage to the magnificent house, “My parent’s left the house in my control. It’s simply too big for me to live alone, so I rent out the spare bedrooms. My first renter was Michelle. And, as you already know, we bought Bash Brothers, and she lives here permanently. My most recent renter just moved out to get married.” Laurie nodded. “This is a really beautiful place. My lease is just about up on my apartment, and I was actually going to start searching for a new one.” “Well, would you like me to show you around while Renee starts supper?” Michelle offered brightly. Laurie nodded, hardly believing her luck. She found two new friends and perhaps a new place to live, all in one day. If the price wasn’t too steep, that is. A few minutes later, Michelle and Laurie returned to the large, homey kitchen. “Your house is beautiful! I can’t imagine how it must be to have grown up here!” Renee smiled her thank you and they moved to the richly decorated dining room to eat. “You know, we do need another house mate,” Renee said. Laurie thought a moment, “I’d love to. But, I am on a sort of limited budget. I don’t have a job here yet, so I’m living on my savings.” “Well, what’s your rent now?” Michelle asked. “It’s about six hundred dollars a month, plus utilities.” Renee made a choking noise, “Lord, girl! All utilities! You’re getting totally ripped off for living on Melwood! I only charge a third of the utilities!” Laurie was shocked. Even if she was paying all the utilities on this house, it’d be less than her current rent. “Okay, I’m sold,” Laurie laughed, “if you’re sure you wouldn’t mind me living here.” Michelle and Renee exchanged a smile. “Not at all. You’re already a blast. Plus, now we have a new friend for the gym.” “This is too good to be true!” Laurie exclaimed, forking in the last bit of chow mien that Renee had prepared. “Well, let’s have some wine to celebrate,” Michelle said, going to the kitchen and returning with a bottle of white wine and three glasses. The women left the dishes and adjourned to the back patio where the first chills of the fall where creeping in. After two glasses, Laurie made a move to stand. “Well, I’d better get home before I can’t see straight to drive.” “Awww, c’mon, Laurie, don’t break up our first party as housemates. You can spend the night… I mean, you live here and all,” Renee coaxed, pouring more wine into Laurie’s empty glass. Laurie made to argue, and Michelle jumped in, “C’mon… no classes, tomorrow’s Saturday! No work, right? Tell us all about yourselves. We’re dying to know!” Laurie acquiesced and took another sip of the sweet wine. “Alright, I’ll stay. You girls are too persuasive,” Laurie said, smiling. “What do you want to know? Fire away.” “How about boyfriends?” Michelle asked. Laurie missed the dark look that Renee gave the redhead because her eyes downcast, sadly. “Oh. That question. Well, I had a boyfriend. We’d been going out since I was seventeen. We broke up just before I moved here…” she trailed off. “Why, honey?” Michelle asked, ignoring Renee’s look. Laurie sighed, “Well, he was sleeping with my sister… and his Film Art professor… and who knows who else.” “Oh.” Michelle said, also looking down to the parquet tiles on the patio. “My husband cheated on me, too. That’s why I moved in with Renee. She was like my best friend, my mom, and a stern teacher all at once.” “You were married,” Laurie asked, incredulously. Michelle nodded, “Yup, right out of high school. It was kind of a sad trailer-trash girl meets trailer-trash boy love story. ‘Til I found out he was the epitome of that sort of romance. He beat me and slept around.” Then Michelle brightened, “But, then, I met Renee at the gym where I was a desk girl, and the rest is history. She even made me enroll in college. I’ll graduate in three semesters! Plus, we took over the gym together… and the rest is history.” Renee smiled again at Laurie, pouring her more wine. She stretched and looked up at the big, round moon. “Man, this wine goes to my head too fast. I keep thinking the moon is going to fall in on us.” Laurie started to laugh… and suddenly found herself unable to stop. She doubled over and knocked heads with Michelle, causing them both to laugh even more. Soon, the three girls were joining hands and dancing in a circle, singing about the moon falling. They collapses in a heap on the old tiles and finally grew tired from laughing. Filling their glasses all one last time, they moved back into the house. Renee took Laurie upstairs and gave her a fresh pair of pajamas, some towels, and a new toothbrush. Laurie drew herself a bath and slipped in, feeling very relaxed after her horrid week. After the bath, she wrapped herself in the Egyptian cotton towel and moved towards her new room. Just then, she heard her name being called from the master bedroom. There, Michelle and Renee were sitting on a huge four poster bed, painting their toenails. “C’mon. It’s like tradition. We’ve got to do your toes,” Renee said. Michelle smiled, wiggling her red toes in Laurie’s direction. “See, Renee painted my toes when I moved in. She said it would give me self-esteem. Same for poor Tammie.” As Laurie positioned herself on the bed, and busied herself choosing a color, she asked, “What happened to Tammy?” Renee answered, as she began applying a maroon color to Laurie’s little toe. “She was really rich, but she got pregnant by a kid she met in college. When she came home to tell her parents, her father threw her out. Her mother, who was friends with my mom, called me and asked if she could pay for her to live with me until the baby was born. I, of course, said yes. Well, after six months, the poor girl miscarried. But, her college boy was faithful to her, and still they got married.” Laurie nodded, sadly. “I guess we’re all a bundle of hard-luck stories. We sound like a country ballad. How about you, Renee, what’s you life been like?” Renee’s face clouded. “Well, like I said, my parent’s left it to me. They died when I was seven. My mom’s sister moved in and took care of me, but she had a string of boyfriends, and none of them where too fond of me. They usually ended up beating her, or me, or both. A few of them even sexually molested me. My poor aunt, I didn’t have the heart to tell her. She died of breast cancer when I was nineteen. I’ve never really trusted men, though, and I’ve never kept a boyfriend for longer than a few months.” Michelle nodded, “But, we’re all happy now, right?” Laurie and Renee both nodded, beaming. Renee gave one last swipe of clear polish over the red, and nodded. “Done. Welcome to the house. Whatever we have is now yours.” Laurie smiled, feeling like she actually belonged with these girls she’d only met this afternoon. Finally, Michigan was feeling like home. She lay back on the cushiony comforter and smiled up at the deep maroon of the ceiling, thinking of how it matched her toes. Renee stood and undid the sash on her silky robe. She slipped out of it, revealing a taut nude body. Laurie blushed, feeling like a voyeur, and looked away. “Oh, I’m sorry Laurie. I’ll put it back on if it makes you uncomfortable.” Renee said, and she started to pull up the robe. When Laurie glanced back, she saw the graceful slope of Renee’s back and suddenly felt a very warm sensation in the lower part of her belly. “No, it’s alright, of course. I guess I’m just not used to it. My old roommate and I didn’t use to change together.” Renee nodded, seeming concerned, “If you’re sure…” Laurie nodded, and she guessed it was the wine that made her want to rub those taut nipples and tug on them with her teeth… suddenly she felt Michelle’s hand on her thigh. It felt red hot. “Are you alright, Laurie? You’re cheeks are pink,” she asked, concerned. Blushing even more, she nodded. She was shocked when Michelle, too, shrugged out of her beaten up terry cloth robe. “Go ahead,” she said, “you’ll feel better when you do.” Laurie, again feeling really warm, and not sure why, shrugged and then slipped out of the plush towel. Laurie could hear Michelle’s soft sigh and feel what she hoped was an admiring gaze. “Wow, Laurie, you’re really hot.” Laurie blushed deeply, but felt extremely turned on by these two women. She’d never felt this way before. She suddenly wanted them to touch her and make her forget… make her forget what? She wasn’t sure anymore. Renee moved to the bed. Smiling like a cat on the prowl, with one perfect brow arched above an almond shaped brown eye. She reached out and delicately fingered one of Laurie’s pink nipples. Laurie felt her whole breast tighten at the feathery soft touch, and sank rigidly back into the cushions lying against the velvet tufted headboard. Michelle, a redheaded mirror of Renee’s face, moved up the bed with Laurie and began to caress the creamy skin on the side of Laurie’s breast, causing the nipple to harden and point up. Michelle carefully dropped her mouth to Laurie’s hard peak and licked with a velvet warm tongue. Renee did the same. Between the lack of sexual contact for a few months, the new soft sensations these women were giving her, and the wine, she arched her back to them, and her anxious fingers found a breast of their own. On her left, she fondled the hefty weight on large nipple of the buxom Renee and on her right, the smaller and tighter breast of the lithe Michelle. Soon, she felt her tender, pink lips become enflamed with passion and dripping with the wetness of ecstasy. As if sensing her need, Renee kissed her way down Laurie’s taught torso, paying special attention the jutting hip bones and the soft area just south of her belly button. Finally, her talented mouth found the warm mound of close cropped curls and the treasure below them. Her tongue feinted and flicked over the most sensitive areas of Laurie’s moist flesh talent and accuracy that she’d never encountered. Renee was encouraged by the soft, mewling moans that were coming from the willing mouth of Laurie. Meanwhile, Michelle was paying close attention to Laurie’s full breasts and hardened crests. The more attention the women lavished on Laurie the stronger her need became. Finally, when she felt she could take no more, Michelle turned, pressing her wet, vulnerable lips near Laurie’s face, and joined her tongue with Renee’s at Laurie’s slick spot. Near the edge, she moved her unsure tongue to Michelle’s neatly shaven hot spot. Licking carefully, she began to appreciate the musky taste and scent, and soon, began to lick and nibble with fervor. As Michelle took over massaging Laurie’s clit with her able mouth, Renee boldly placed her pointer and middle fingers inside her willing entrance. All the sensations finally culminated in Renee’s probing of the inside of her pussy, and as Laurie felt Michelle’s orgasmic fluids run down her chin, her body took over and she climaxed again and again against Renee’s fingers and Michelle’s still working tongue. Spent, Michelle climbed off of her, and Renee climbed on, “Do you think you have any more for me, darling?” Laurie smiled; she licked Michelle’s juices off of her lips, and nodded. Renee mounted Laurie’s mouth and she began to work on Renee’s pussy. There was just a light bit of dark fur around her slick lips, and Laurie really enjoyed the soft feel of it rubbing against her face as Renee moaned and struggled to stay in place. Michelle hands and mouth worked Renee’s large tits, and very soon, Renee was almost bucking against Laurie’s mouth with her hard earned completion. Finally, the trio was spent. They nestled into the bed, with Laurie in the middle. She was the last to fall asleep, thinking back on the day’s events. When she finally drifted off, she had a smile on her face. New in Town It's my first week in town, having just moved. After a long week of unpacking and moving in, a little distraction is welcome. Before moving down, having made contact on the Internet before moving, as I would not be alone in this new place, I had been setup on a blind date. Not having had good luck with blind dates, or dates in general, I was hesitant, but my need to get to of the house won over all other reason. He name was Wendy, she was 27 years old, red hair, green eyes, 5'6 with a medium build, or so I was told. Being skeptical buy nature, I decided not to get my hopes up. The designated meeting place was at a local hotel, at the bar. I walked in and scanned the area, not seeing her, so I went up and to a seat at the bar that offered a good view of the door. 10 minutes passed, so I ordered a drink, then 15, and at close to 30 minutes I was ready to leave, and was about to stand, when someone called my name. I turned, and any negative emotions I had about being almost stood up vanished with out a trace. She was gorgeous. Somehow I managed to reply and smile. "I'm so sorry' she said 'I was running late, I get here as soon as I could. Let me buy you a drink." I was amazed, and glad that I had not left any earlier. Pleasant conversation followed, she was easy to talk to, and we were fast friends. We had much in common, and enjoyed each other's humor. As the night wore on, things became a bit friendlier, slowly moving closer to each other, casually touching. There was a small dance floor near, and a slow and romantic song was playing, so I worked up the courage to ask her for a dance. Immediately we closed the distance between our bodies. I had one hand around her waist, the other gently holding a soft hand. Conversation was minimal, we were just enjoying each other's company. All to soon the dance ended, and we made our way back to the bar, hand in hand. Back at the bar, she confessed to me that she was very unsure about going thru with this blind date, and she almost didn't come, which is why she was late. I told her that having met her, I was happier with her choice to come than she would know, that it had been a long time since I enjoyed such a wonderful evening with a beautiful woman. She smiled and greed with me, then placed her hand gently on my cheek. I smiled and closed my eyes, telling her how wonderful her touch felt. I opened my eyes, and looked into hers, she was biting her lip, and I smiled, she giggled and asked me what, and I told her how adorable that was. I decided to take another risk, and asked her if she would like to go somewhere quite, and much to my pleasure she said yes. I asked her to suggest a place, as she knew the city better than me, and she smiled mischievously and said 'my place.' Never one to disagree, I followed her out, and walked her to her car. Her place was close, and it didn't take long to get there. I followed her thru the gate, parked, and eagerly found her. She led me buy the hand up to her second floor apartment, and I was impressed, as it was as beautiful as she. We sat on the couch, listening to the soft jazz. I couldn't help but wonder if she might be having the same thoughts as I, steamy and passionate. I couldn't take it any longer, I had to find out. I reached up, and caressed the soft skin of her face, as she had done mine earlier, and leaned in , staring into her eyes, then closed them slowly, and let my lips softly brush hers Sensing no resistance, I kissed her again, soft, just the lips at first, the slowly letting my tongue out to meet hers. We moved closer together, letting our hands gently run across one another's bodies. I moved from her lips and let my lips slide across her cheek, then let my tongue out to flick her earlobe, then gently traces my way down her neck, planting kiss's every inch. She leaned her head back and moaned softly and I continued my way around her neck. I moved my hand to the base of her neck, caressing her skin, bringing her down to look me in the eyes. She leaned in and kissed me, more passionate this time, her tongue probing deeper. She put a hand on my chest, and started to undo the buttons. I slid my hand up her leg, and up inside her shirt, cupping her breast outside her bra, gently squeezing gently, feeling her stiff nipple. She leaned back, smiling sexily at me, and got up off the couch, turning, and walking to the bedroom. Pieces of clothing leaving a trail for me, she looked over her shoulder at me, but I didn't need any directions. I followed suit, and when I got to the bedroom, she was waiting for me on the bed, clad only in her white bra and panties, in the process of removing her bra. I lay down beside her on the bed, putting my hand on her waist, pulling her to me. Our lips meant again, and I ran my hand up her side, then tracing my fingertips around , up her spine, then across her shoulders and neck, down to her breasts, circling her nipples, making them stiffer. Rolling her onto her back, I missed my way down to her chest, moving to flick her nipples with my tongue, then taking them in my mouth, feeling my tongue ring against them. Feeling her supple breasts in my hands, I move over her, and kiss her again, then make my way down her body, kissing, nibbling, and feeling her beautiful skin against my lips. I get to her belly and she arches her back in anticipation, running her fingers thru my hair. I part her legs gently, feeling her skin on my cheek as I move further down, pausing, letting the feeling linger. Her legs are spread, over my shoulders, and I rest my hands on her tummy, running my fingertips in circles, while kissing the inside of her legs, making my way further up. I can feel her warmth thru her panties, and I kiss a small wet spot on them, pressing softly. I look up and smile at her, but she has her eyes closed, lips parted slightly. I pull her panties to the side, and lick slowly on both sides of her lips, teasing her, and she moans again, and arches her back, bringing her close to my mouth. I lick up and down, bringing my hand down and exposing her most sensitive area, teasing around it with my tongue, then placing my lips over it and sucking slightly, running my tongue ring over her clit, while gently caressing her soft skin. She begins to breath rapidly, and begins to squirm and I am force to hold her to me, as to prevent her slipping away. She runs her hands down her body and puts her hands on my head, holding my head down. I can sense her nearing orgasm, and I increase the pace, wanting to give her most pleasure possible. Her back arches one last time and she lets groans loudly and bucks on the bed for 30 seconds, a minute, and her breaths slow, and I kiss my way back up her body, and lay beside her. Her eyes are still closed, and I pull her too me wrapping my arms around her, feeling the warmth of her skin on mine, and we lay there together for a few wonderful minutes, saying nothing but enjoying the company very much. I don't know how much time has passed, but she begins to stir, running a hand across my chest, tweaking my nipples, and then slowly moving further down. Soon she is running her fingertips across me, arousing me even more, and she begins to stroke me, squeezing me harder. She lifts herself up and moves down my body. I am surprised at the sudden urgency. She positions herself over me and slowly lowers herself. I close my eyes and moan as I enter her, enjoying it more and more the deeper she takes me into her. She he warm and tight, and I can already feel her juices running down onto me. She leans forward and kiss's me deeply, then begins to move up and down slowly at first, going up until I almost fall out, then all the way back down until I can go no deeper. I run my hands across her legs and up to her chest, cupping her breasts in my hands, pinching her nipples slightly. I love how beautiful and sexy she looks and tell he as much, while running my hands across to her backside, cupping her ass in my hands and helping her move up and down, moving faster with each passing minute. Our bodies come together harder, making slapping sounds, and I feel her sweat dripping onto my body. I pull her down to kiss her deeply and move to roll her over, but she resists, taking my hands and pinning them above my head. Sure, I could move her, but I willingly submit to her desires. She slows down and begins to tease me. Pulling my almost out of her, then moving only a quarter, or halfway down, quickly, just to give me a quick feel, then keeping only the head inside her, moving only slightly up and down.. I attempt to thrust my hips up to go deeper, to feel myself inside her again, but she it to quick, and pulls away, leaving me wanting her more and more. I look into her eyes, and can see that she very much enjoys teasing me. I make a few more feeble attempts to thrust up into her again, but finally give up. She continues to move only part way down, quickly and randomly. I close my eyes savoring what little she gives me. Then with out warning, she sink all the way down, 3, 4, 5 times in a row, letting me linger inside her for a little long each time. She releases my hands and I immediately grab her around the waist. We move faster together, groaning. I can feel myself nearing climax and can tell he is as well. Her head is down, hair brushing me in the face. I can hear her panting and moaning. She leans back and begins to slide front to back, with her hands on my chest. She sucks her breath in short gasps and her body tenses. She moans loudly, almost screaming, and her body quivers, but she doesn't stop. She begins moving up and down on me again faster I hold her hips tighter and fight the urge to lean back and close my eyes because I want to watch her. She looks into my eyes and leans forward and whispers to me 'cum inside me baby' and that is all the encouragement I need. Muscles all over my body tighten and I thrust up to meet her. I can feel the orgasm beginning in my balls and move up thru out my body. I lean my head back and moan that I'm Cumming and she keeps on going. The orgasm continues to roll thru my body, rising with each spurt. Slowly my muscles relax and she slows down, eventually stopping. I open my eyes and see her leaning forward, kissing my first on the forehead, then on my eye lids, nose, then finally, she softly caress's my lips with hers. We look into each other's eyes, saying nothing, and she lays her head down beside mine, staying on top of me. I wrap my arms around her and we drift of to sleep in each other's arms... New in Town Whenever I travel to popular tourist locations, especially in warm weather places like New Orleans or Florida, I often see lovely wives with dumpy husbands. What is it with husbands in their thirties or forties? Take for instance last week when I was in the French Quarter in old New Orleans. As I walked the narrow streets at midday, right in front of me was a beautiful blonde wife, trim and delicious, alongside her odd looking husband with a sloppy tee shirt and baseball cap. She was dressed to be cool in the muggy Southern heat. Her dress was short and the top gapped enough to allow passers-by to see almost to her nipples. It so happened that they were walking in my direction, so I followed behind them for several blocks to Jackson Square where we joined the crowds enjoying the street entertainers. The wife had noticed me some blocks earlier because she twisted her foot a bit on the irregular brick sidewalk. I reached out to grab her arm and offer assistance while her doofus husband wasn't even watching her stumble. In Jackson Square she noticed that I was still nearby, and I was angling for a better view down her top. Occasionally she looked my way. The couple took a seat on a bench, and I walked around a bit before sitting on a nearby bench. To digress, I had long noticed this phenomenon of pretty wives with sloppy husbands, and I had devised a plan. When I find a wife who appeals to me, I find a way to make casual contact and share a few words with both husband and wife. In this case I simple leaned over to ask them if this was there first time in New Orleans, and then I asked them where they were from. Although my objective is to fuck this man's wife, it's non-threatening to ask them when they've had dinner and what restaurants they would recommend. By this time, I've usually gained enough information about the couple to decide if I should take the next step. In this case, I told them I had to be off to a meeting and as I left them I handed the husband a small envelope and said, "I hope you enjoy your vacation and that you take every opportunity to do different things." I had preprinted several business cards and inserted them inside tiny envelopes. On the card was printed, "Make this a vacation you'll always remember. Treat your wife to a very special time. Call me for services tonight or any time during your stay." It was signed with my email address and my cell phone number. I've used these cards over and again, and you'd be surprised at my success rate. I'd say I get a fuck out of at least sixty percent of the offers. Even more at least follow up by email sometime later to say they were intrigued but didn't have the nerve to do it. And I've had a share of nasty complaints, too. I try to size up the prospects, but sometimes I just make a husband or wife angry. It's the cost of doing business. After I handed the envelope to my new friends, I walked away toward my appointment with hopes of getting a phone call later that day. I took one last look over my shoulder to see the wife leaning over to read the card that her husband was fumbling to open. Later that day I was disappointed not to have a message on my cell phone. Oh well, win some, lose some. About ten o'clock that night my phone buzzed. It was my couple from earlier in the day. At first the husband's voice was shaky. He said, "Is this the guy we met today in the park?" I replied, "It certainly is. I'm so pleased to hear from you." He went on, "Uh, well, I think I understand what this is all about, and I think we want to meet you again. Can you come to our hotel tonight?" "Nothing would please me more," I replied. "In fact, I was just thinking about you and your wife while I was playing with my cock." I wanted to put him on notice about the seriousness of the situation. "Well, we've never tried something like this, but she's had a few drinks and so have I, and she said she won't go to bed unless I called you." "Ever since you gave us that card she's been a different woman, asking me what it meant and what you had in mind." "I think it's clear enough, my friend, my job is to make your wife squeal when my foot long dick pushes into her pussy." "And your job is to be there to make her feel comfortable and safe while you watch your wife get pleasured." I could hear him take a deep breath and sigh before he said, "Whew, come on over to the Ponchetrain Hotel and knock on room 806." I said nothing but just hung up. About half an hour later I was on their hotel floor and looking at the door to room 806. Behind that door, I told myself, was a couple who were probably very excited and very nervous. I love anticipating these encounters. The build-up is probably my favorite part. After all, a fuck is a fuck, but the way each couple reacts to the prospect of a ceremonial dicking is different. A knock, and the door was opened by Joe, the husband. He still looked as goofy as on the sidewalk. I'd have thought that he would at least shave or try to look sharper. He led me into the room, and there sitting on the sofa was his lovely sexy wife, Barbara. She was sipping something from a glass and only made glancing eye contact with me. She was still dressed in the jumper she had worn earlier in the day, and it gave me a nice view up her legs. Joe asked if I'd like a drink, and then he sat next to his wife while I took a seat across from them so I could keep enjoying the view of Barbara's legs. "I'm glad you called. I was beginning to think I wouldn't see you again, and that would be a shame because Barbara is so lovely." She smiled a little at the compliment, but pressed her legs together and looked at Joe. My guess had been right, Joe was a doofus. He just stared blankly at me and did offer his wife any comfort or direction. That was fine by me because I prefer to take the lead. "Joe and Barbara, I hope you've had a nice vacation here in the Crescent City. Isn't it marvelous? There's lots to see and do when you're on vacation, and you've decided to see and do more than most tourists. You've decided to invite me over to add to your good times. And that's just what I intend to do right now." With that, I looked at Barbara and said, "Barbara, when I first saw you today I was impressed. You're gorgeous and a joy to look at. Why don't you stand up and show us that great figure?" She followed my instructions and stood and turned this way and that. "Barbara, did you bring special clothing with you to New Orleans, did you bring some fancy lingerie for Joe to see you wear?" She looked over at her husband and nodded in the affirmative. "Well, I think this is the time to model it for us. Why don't you go change in the bathroom while Joe and I wait out here" Off she went to her suitcase and then into the bathroom. And now my dick was feeling heavy and my balls moved around to make room. I looked at Joe and said, "She sure is beautiful. You're a lucky man. She's got my pecker all excited and moving around already. How's about yours? Is your dick getting hard?" I knew this kind of talk would get him excited. "I'll be it's harder that it's been in years, isn't it?" Joe just looked around the room and didn't respond. "I can't see it in your trousers. Is it little?" Joe kind of made a face and still didn't say anything. In a few minutes out came Barbara wearing high heels and the hotel's terrycloth bathrobe. She walked over near us and looked at me for directions. "Good, that's better," I said. "Joe and I were just talking a little man talk, eh Joe?" "I was telling your husband that just seeing you was making my dick hard." "Look, there's already a wet spot on my pants down near my knees." She looked, and sure enough there was a wet spot way down my pant leg. "I told Joe that I bet he was getting hard, too." "Who wouldn't when the look at you?" With that, I stood up and put my hands on her waist. "My, you feel good." I moved the coffee table out of the way and led her to the center space between Joe and me. "Now, Barbara, is there something you want to show us?" It took her a few breaths to get her courage up, and then she opened the robe and slid it off her shoulders. Wow! What a figure. Her lingerie was a wine-colored lace bra and matching panties with lace along the legs. She wore thigh-high nylons and a pretty bow in her hair. "Turn around slowly," I instructed her. The view was having a final effect on my pecker that was by now at full strength. "Joe, you must be hard as a rock by now," I said. "In fact, let's see your cock, Joe. Drop those drawers and give Barbara a look-see at her husband's big dick." Joe was primed by now and didn't object to stripping down. She watched him shuck his pants and J.C. Penney briefs, and there in all its glory was Joe's little fuck sausage, all four inches of it. I didn't say a word, but I smiled as I thought about his wife playing with something three times as big. Barbara sat back on the sofa and watched Joe who was starting to stroke his dick. She was starting to look shy as if she didn't know what to do next. So I jumped it, "Barbara, just relax and enjoy. This evening is for you. Your husband and you decided to do this, and I'm only here to add to your fun. Just relax and watch." I stood and started to undress. Barbara smiled and took another drink while Joe sat to the side and continued gently stroking his member while he also watched me. When I took off my pants, my boxers served no purpose because my dick was already hanging down below the pant leg and cum was oozing out in long drips to the carpet. I discarded the boxers and stood naked in front of Barbara and Joe. I posed a bit from side to side, twisting to allow my cock to sway back and forth as it slapped against my legs. It was just about a full staff, but it still drooped downward. I asked Barbara to open her arms which pushed out her breasts. Then I asked her to let her legs fall apart a little so I could see her panties better. As she did these things, my cock pumped itself to stiffness, eventually pointing straight at her face while my pee hole continued to express a rivulet of cum. Little pulses pushed the cum to the surface and continued in stringy drips to the floor. I took Barbara by the hand and took her in an embrace and kiss while Joe furiously attended to his little toy cock. I lifted Barbara in my arms and hoisted her panty covered pussy up and over my penis plank. Then I rested her downward so that her crotch was sitting on the topside of my dick. In the mirror she could see herself wrapped around my body with a good seven inches of dick poking out behind her ass. I held her like this, kissing and fondling her luscious body while I waddled over toward Joe. "Hey, Joe, I'm awful leaky. Would you be a good boy and wipe me off?" Joe didn't hesitate a second. He reached for my pole and used his bare hand to clean me, giving me a couple of strokes while he was at it. Then he used my cum to lubricate his own cock. As Joe cleaned me, I told Barbara what he was doing, "Your husband is holding my cock and giving me a hand job." Then I kissed her again, "What's that? I think Joe is sucking on my dick." She smiled and gripped me tighter and dug her nails into my back. "Does your husband often suck dick?" I asked. She replied, "This is the first time, as far as I know. He and I been talkin' about somethin' like this for a long time, and yer little card set us off." "Joe, he said he never thought 'bout dick suckin', but if you had twelve inches for real, he said he'd like to see what that was like." We paused for more kisses while Joe continued to suck my cock. What a scene, holding a wife who was perched on my dickmeat and kissing her while her husband pumped my dong in and out of his mouth. I could have stood there for hours. Joe was pretty good at sucking, too. Being a man, I guess he knew the rhythms. He would give me two or three powerful strokes, then pause for a while to let the pressure off. Then he'd attack again. I don't think I've ever been primed as well for a wife fucking. I moved away and let Barbara down on the floor while I sat back on the bed. "Joe, come over here and undress this wife of yours." "She's got too much clothes on." Joe went behind Barbara and unclasped her bra to show me a pair of lovely tits. Not too big and not too small, with pert upturned nipples. Then down came her panties – my favorite part of the evening – to reveal a pussy as blonde as her hair and eyebrows with a perfectly visible slit and inner lips pouting out ever so slightly. As I drew her to me on the bed and kissed her, Joe got to work again on my cock. That man was a cocksucker for sure. He had a talent. He continued to play with my pole while I propped Barbara up on my chest so I could reach her pussy with my tongue. As I licked at her clit and lips, she held onto the headboard while Joe lay between my legs and played with my magic wand. I had wanted to cum ever since I saw Barbara earlier in the day, but by now I'd been stimulated so much that I was beyond cuming. I was in that never-never land where the intensity itself is the turn-on and the prospect of spurting off is only a distant thought. I was in a sort of permanent throbbing limbo of hard dickland. Barbara was a good wife. She started to buck and get off almost right away, and after long slow tongue laps over her clit alternated with quick flicks and near misses and teasing, she began a long series of orgasms. First she built to an obvious climax, followed by continuous rhythmic shudders and shivers. Truly, women don't have much need for a big stiff dick to get them off, but I suppose a big thick cock is just a nice extra, like dessert after a satisfying meal. Barbara turned around and let me continue my ministrations to her nookie while she faced her husband over my manhood. She and Joe took turns going down on me. One would hold the base of my cock while the other sucked, then they'd switch positions. Then they started to talk to each other, "Damn, this is the best dick I've ever seen," said Barbara to Joe. And he answered back, "Better than those guys we thought about last vacation." "That guy who pushed his photo under our motel door only had half what this guy's got." "Come on," Joe said, "let's make this dude pop a load." "I want to see what he's got inside there." "I'll bet it's a super load." "Wait a minute," interjected Barbara, "Let me try him first." Little did they know I was past spurting for a while. I was so excited and so hard that I couldn't cum if they paid me, not until I'd calmed down a little. But still I was oozing a constant trickle of man juice. "His cock is self-basting," Joe said, "Just look at the cum this guy has dropped already tonight!" Little did they know that I am a jet blaster when I finally do cum. I love to be watched when I cum. Barbara stood up and straddled me facing my way while Joe stood and supported her at the waist. She lowered herself until my dickhead tickled her pussy lips, then Joe bent down to grip my tool and guide it safely into home port. She settled down an inch or two to get used to my girth. Joe shook my dick back and forth to help open up his wife's pussy. Then Barbara raised herself off my cock and lay forward on my chest to kiss me while my cock was pressed between us. She looked down to see that it came up almost to her breasts, so it was clear that my boner would not fit very far into her cunt. She lifted her haunches to allow Joe to go to work again on the mechanics of plowing me into his wife's pussy. I was inserted again just a few inches, then Barbara began a pulsing back and forth movement and we started to lay pipe. With every back and forth motion, I sank in deeper and deeper. Her eyes were starting to glaze over and her body got more limp as she relaxed her muscles. I was half way in when she stopped and rested. Holding her in that position, I rolled over and scooped her up in my arms as I had before. I stood with Barbara impaled on my pecker. As I embraced her and kissed her, I bounced her up and down gently in order to penetrate deeper and deeper. Finally we came to an end point against her cervix. I still had about four more inches to go, but I was in a tighter pussy than I had ever felt before. We lay back on the bed with me on top, and I began to fuck her in the usual way. In and out, in and out, stopping when I bumped into her deepest parts. I told Joe to start counting the strokes. I knew I was nowhere near cuming, and I though they'd enjoy the fun of a long fuck stoke count. Every hundred strokes I would rest and kiss her, but her head was just flopping back and forth in a near delirium as she panted and babbled. I had to hold her head still while my tongue explored her lips and mouth. Then I'd do another hundred. And another hundred. I don't know if Joe was having a good time or if he was getting bored, but when he finally counted off the thousandth stroke he asked me, "Say fella, how do you do it?" "I love my work," I answered. "And I know it's a skill that only a few wives get to witness." But at one thousand, I was ready for a change. I rolled over and we all rested a bit. Ten minutes later my cock had softened to a long limp sausage. Joe had cum twice already, and I guess that Barbara had become exhausted with so much attention. It's hard to tell with a woman, but I guessed that she had cum time after time. That left me with a load to deliver. I asked Joe and Barbara to take turns playing with my cock to get it hard again. In a few minutes my missile was ready to launch. I halted them and asked everyone to go back on the sofa. The two of them sat together in the middle of the couch, and I took my chair again which was about five feet in front of them. When I sat down, I dropped my legs open and took hold of my man hose. I pointed it directly at the lucky couple and stroked myself. "You said you wanted to see me spew, well let's see what we can show you," I said. "Barbara, do us a favor and spread you legs so I can look at your pussy while I do this." She looked so sexy sitting there with her blonde pussy fully exposed for my viewing pleasure. As I love to do, I asked them for a countdown before the blastoff. The gave me a "ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three...two...one....ZERO!" and I obliged by jetting out my first spurt right after zero. The first glob launched and arched over the five feet between us and landed splat on Barbara. I aimed at Joe and hosed him down with the next three spurts, then returned to Barbara for another five spurts. Each one hit higher and higher on them until I started to lose thrust after number ten, and the final four or five bursts hit on the carpet. I was spent. Exhausted. Joe and Barbara smeared my cum all over each other's bodies and then they started to fuck. I lounged comfortably and watched them diddle while my dong shriveled and lost altitude. As I left them late that night, Barbara kissed me goodbye at the door and handed me a little envelope and told me to read it later. Out on the sidewalk, I opened the envelope and read a tiny note that said, "Congratulations! You are now a famous live video performer. We invited three couples that are here with us to watch us from their room next door. Joe's a video technician. Come back tomorrow night and meet the other ladies. We'll send the husbands out to have a good time on Bourbon Street." Before I got into the taxi for the ride back to my hotel, my cock was dripping again and my socks were getting wet. New in Town "Wow the houses here are just so pretty," Lisa breathed as she set down her suitcases into the new house- the new house they were moving into. "Your friend Mark lives just down the road too," Andrea said nonchalantly. Andrea was her mom but being the age she was and the looks she had, she preferred to be called Andrea instead of Mom. She had said that it made her feel old. Her father on the other hand preferred to be called dad, but in trivial times she would call him 'Old Man' for example times he wouldn't let her go out with her friends. One of the most important things to learn about her family is that they were Christian and believed according to Lisa in suffocating their children with protectiveness from the world otherwise called 'love'. Lisa had quite a few siblings- 2 to be exact. Her brother Andre who was just 2 years younger had more freedom than she herself had. While the baby of the family Lea was just one year younger than Andre making Lisa the oldest- 19 years old. Surprisingly the new community they had moved into had a couple of people she knew from when she was younger. After all it wasn't a small move they had made- it was a big into another territory move simply because her dad was a travelling Nurse. Yes! You heard right he was a Nurse while her mom was a Radiologist who could well work anywhere she moved as long as there was a Health care place. This explains why her family is so rich but what it doesn't explain is the lack of leniency on their eldest daughter. "I can't believe I had to break up with Jason to move here," Lisa mumbled clearly disappointed she had to leave her wonderful bf of 4 yrs behind. "Oh Andrea will find you a more suitable candidate," her old Man had tried to assure her; but Lisa knew well her mother's type and he would have to be rich and smart with no personality. Coming from the Caribbean even though her mom was Hispanic and her dad Italian she was a mixture- coming out with a chocolate complexion, green eyes and dark curly hair. A weird mixture but it attracted guys. Maybe not the one's she wanted but she had the ability to pick choose and refuse. Her parents had always warned her about Caucasian folk but she loved the freaky white boys- their tongue and lip piercing, dyed hair, rocker/skater attitude, blonde hair but most of all she loved their freaky sex ways. "Your friend Mark lives on the next block if you want to go see him" Andrea said as she began unpacking the things she needed at once. "Are you sure," Lisa probed her mom "you don't need to do a spot check on me first?" A bit annoyed Andrea gritted her teeth "Why don't you take Andre and Lea with you then?" "Uhhh no thanks, bye," Lisa squealed before she slammed the door shut behind her. She wondered for a bit, Mark wasn't her mother's type at least not in the complexion aspect so why was it that she pushed her to go see him? Was it because he was such a good friend during those days? Was it because his parents were also in the medical field? She could not figure it out. "Ok this is the place," she sighed as the checked the piece of paper one last time. It was a 3 story house with a luscious green lawn out front, patio, little daisies and other flowers with a white picket fence surrounding them. Lisa walked along the tiled driveway and up the marble stairs. There was a camera above the door she noticed as she rang the doorbell. "Who is it?" asked a voice over the intercom "It's Lisa," she replied "is Mark there?" she stared at the camera for the longest while until she heard thudding coming from inside the house assumingly down the stairs. "Lisa!" he screamed as the door flung open. She looked at him in amazement- he was tall, very tall at that, bleached blonde hair with brown roots and the tips frosted red, he had an eyebrow piercing, 4 ear piercings on each ear, a lip and tongue piercing. His face was cleanly shaven- no facial hair, he was sporting a pair of Reebok and jeans, he was topless with a couple hairs on his chest but showed off his six pack as he glistened in sweat. He looked amazing for someone who was just 20. Grabbing her in his arms, he squeezed her in his arms and she delighted in his masculine scent. He had changed so much from his brown hair and pale skin which was now tanned. "What happened to your glasses?" Lisa asked curiously "Oh those, I wear contacts now," He smiled gripping her shoulders and holding her afar so he could take a good look at her "How long has it been?" he smiled as he took in the length of her pleated black skirt, her buttoned up white blouse with the 1st two buttons loose, her straightened hair was in a ponytail and she still didn't believe in make-up but her lips shined of gloss. "I believe it's been 5 years but I still recognize you," Lisa smiled as he ushered her inside his Mansion of a house. "Don't bum me out," he began "after I tried so hard to be unrecognizable." "How could you be?" she asked "I know you so well," nudging him in the side. She saw him flinch and remembered he was ticklish "You know I'm ticklish, don't do that," he shoved her hands away as he tried to tickle him. But that didn't work, as soon he was down on the ground with her on top trying to grip his hands to tickle his sides and his neck. "Your soft spots are still the same," she giggled as he was losing control "Yeah but I'm not as weak as before," he said now grabbing both her hands in his and flipping them over so that he was on top ticking her. Noticing they were getting a bit too close he said "Come, let me show you around" as he grabbed her hand, pulling her up to lead the way. It was such a big house- he showed her the kitchen, the dining room, family room, T.V. room, 6 bathrooms, (1 in the basement, 2 on the second floor and 3 on the upstairs) 7 bedrooms excluding guest rooms, the swimming pool, games room, movie room, recording studio, the study, the gallery and last but not least his room. "Wow," Lisa said as she scanned the room; his room was like the size of her entire 1st floor back home. He wasn't rich he was overflowing. Either that or his parents loved to spend money unlike her conservative ones. She remembered that his father was in the music business hence the recording studio and his mom was some record holding swimming champion, his older brother --Twen did sculpting and painting in his spare time while his younger brother was in Med School from the age of 16. They were a family of wonders. She didn't know if Mark was still into skateboarding but last time that's what he had been doing. "So why'd you move back here?" he finally asked "My dad," Lisa replied dryly "His job moves him everywhere "I'm surprised we're still on earth" "Why don't you just move out so then you won't have to move with them," he suggested "But I'm just in University and working part time at my age or maybe just for me in general is too much of a hassle," Lisa said now annoyed "You can stay with me," he winked at her "I obviously have more than enough room." "Thanks but no thanks," Lisa said remembering she didn't want to depend on anyone but herself. She only depended on her parents for school and she didn't want to have to rely on anyone she thought as she began to walk around his room. The floor was all white shag, it was funny how it was maintained that clean, his bed was a king sized- of course it would have to be big with four wooden posts jutting into the ceiling. He had about 3 bookshelves as tall as the door with books of animals, medicine, music, sculpting, skateboarding, piercings and much more. Lisa interested in piercing more than ever went over to the shelf to pull the book when the whole thing moved. "Oh shit," Mark yelled trying to stop the shelf but it was too late. Lisa stared into a dark vacant room, but as she entered the room lit up. She scanned it seeing naked pictures of all the famous female celebrities on the wall- some of them in the act of sex, others masturbating. There was a bed with handcuffs attached, a table across held: whips, candles, mouth gags, rope, leather, vibrators, blind folds, a paddle, and a collar just to name a few. In the centre of the room was a sybian rider, a blow up doll and she spotted a couple shackles stuck in the wall. "Lisa...." He began "I can explain...." She didn't let him finish as she put her index finger to his lips to silence him "Mark," said sternly "THIS," she waved her hands to the whole room "is AMAZING!" "Huh?" he asked puzzled "I wish I had a room like this," she began as she watched his confusion "my parents don't want me to have an interest in things like this, which is exactly why I do have one- an interest that is." He sighed in relief as she began to fondle and feel and the nifty gadgets he had. The bookshelf had closed so they were in there alone. His parents knowing of his weird fetish allowed him to get the room soundproof simply that he doesn't annoy them with the moans/groans. "When did you start an interest in this?" Lisa finally asked as she rubbed down the sybian, tracing her fingers along the leather and latex. "Well, when you told me you had an interest in piercings and stuff like that," he began "I sort of realized I had an interest too." "Or maybe..." Lisa smirked "you started and interest in what I had an interest in because you were interested in me." There was silence and when she turned to look at him, he was red up to his ears. "You should tan harder," Lisa smiled "your ears are reddening." Mark looked up at her but still refused to say anything due to embarrassment that she had pin-pointed, hitting the bull's eye so accurately and as-a-matter-of-fact. Since he didn't admit or deny, she simply continued to survey the room, hoping to find some more hidden gadgets. She was so excited; the corners of her mouth had pulled to her ears. "So...Mark...Do... you... have... a.... girlfriend?" she asked between pauses. Soon upcoming another door, she pondered for a bit what was hidden behind it; but seen as though Mark didn't lunge to stop her this time- she pushed it. There it revealed a whole closet full of male and female role play outfits. All sizes. There was even XXL. What the hell was Mark into she began to ponder. Finding a size M in a latex school girl outfit- she slipped it out. "Mark? My question?" Lisa asked again but didn't turn her head to see what it was he was doing why he ignored her. Not thinking about the fact that Mark may be watching her she slipped easily out her clothes and pulled up the tight, figure hugging 10 inch skirt which barely covered her ass - yet bending over she picked up the remainder of the outfit; A tube top half the size of the skirt with a bow tie for the neck; and a set of size 7 black stilettos with 4 inch heels. Lisa hadn't even noticed that ALL of the shoes were size 7 and most outfit sizes were M, all other sizes were one of each. "I don't have a girlfriend," Mark finally answered. He was so awe-struck by Lisa's undressing he left his body for a while and he stared at her gorgeous figure undressing. The skirt and tube top had been so tight she had had to remove her underwear. He just couldn't have stopped staring as her ass cheeks jiggled when her panties were removed and as she pulled the skirt up. Leaning back in his king chair, he had pulled off his pants and started stroking himself. Jerking off as he watched her change anyone would think he was lacking sex or better yet unable to get laid- when in fact he had gotten laid up to this morning. He had girls fawning over him, just wanting his dick like he was the last man on earth and her e he was yearning to fuck his childhood friend who had never looked at him in that way. All this effort he had gone through to become "her type", so many things he kept doing, not even knowing if he would ever be able to see her again. And there she was in front of his very eyes- undressing. He wanted to do so many things to her- make use of his o-so-many collections of gadgets, instead he found himself having a deeper desire just to fuck her normally. Like an old fashioned military position, with her nails clawing into his back as he hoisted her legs over his shoulder thrusting deep into the fat pussy he had recently just gotten a glimpse of. "I had a boyfriend..." she began, breaking his concentration, "we were together for 4 years and I had to break up with him because of the move." That made him stop, he looked at her and noticed she was fondling the sybian- almost stroking the fake cock that jutted out. He wondered if she had loved him- her boyfriend that is, but erased that thought as that was now the past and if she had truly loved him she would have agreed to stay together in a long distance relationship. That thought now erased from his mind he continued to watch her just waiting for her to continue talking. "Mark, you've become my type," she began again as she mounted the sybian- easing the cock into her have-to-be tight pussy, considering she rubbed it against her for quite a while before it went in and when it did, she dared not move. "You were always my type," He finally responded not seeing the sense of telling her that all his girlfriends had most of her features. They were all of dark complexion, very rare any had green eyes and he found a few with curly hair but all in all the personalities were what was key for him. Angelic on the outside but on the inside very conniving and devilish- they were all in the science field and very smart intellectual students. Too bad his type was the complete opposite of himself. He had dropped out of school and was making his life as a skateboarder, not vey nerd like of him as he was back-in-the-day. "Mmmmm," Lisa began to moan as she moved back and forth on the sybian. All the thoughts in Marks head immediately escaped and the only thing he could do was drool and stroke himself harder. Watching her as she grabbed her breasts and tugged on her now hard nipples; she threw her head back, bit her lip and began to move her hips up and down, round and round. He couldn't help but be jealous of that fake-wanna-be-real-cock as he left his throne. It was as if something possessed him, her eyes were closed and he wanted to so very much take advantage of that while he could. In the monstrous steps he took, he was by her in seconds after having taken up: a mouth gag, a dildo, cuffs and a leash. Before Lisa even knew what was happening the bow tie she had around her neck was locked and a leash attached; before she could protest, the gag -- a round black ball with holes was placed over her mouth and tied around her face; her hair tie was removed and her ponytail fell loose. She looked at Mark with questioning eyes and before she could move to prevent anything else from happening he hand cuffed her to the big T in front of the sybian. Walking around to face her, her motioned her to continue fucking the fake dick below her but she couldn't help but ponder what the studded dildo he took up was for. Oddly enough, everything he was doing to her whether she liked it or not was making her wet. It wasn't even 5 seconds after she began to follow his orders than he got frustrated and lifted her off the sybian; it didn't take much seen as though she weighed about 125 lbs. Resting her on the shag carpet which was- yes, all over the floor in that room also; the handcuffs breaking loose in the process- after all they didn't need a key. Setting her to kneel before him, he removed the cuffs properly and wrapped her arms around his waist and re-cuffing her hands that she was secure to him, no way of resisting. Pulling her up a bit so that she faced him, he removed the gag from her face and kissed her. Licking the drool that was running her chin and deeply kissed her; sticking his tongue into her mouth until she responded; almost gagging with which the force he kissed her, she returned his kiss, sucking on his tongue and lips alternately, as their tongues danced, lapping at each other. He stopped and stared at her before kissing her lightly on the lips again. Drawing back, he stared at her, but she didn't say anything, instead she looked up at him- her eyes clearly wanting more. Interlocking his fingers in her hair now he pulled her close and kissed her harshly again- she tugged on his lip ring and he couldn't help but respond by tugging on her nipples. She smiled against his lips and he couldn't help but touch her wet place. Her cunt was fat, shaved and he could barely see a tattoo of a skeleton on the front. He cupped it in his hands and delved his fingers in- making sure to let her get a taste of his tongue ring. She played with the ball as if trying to undo it with her tongue while he used her wetness to arouse her by rubbing her clit. She shuddered and tried to pull back. It was amazing how things worked so well without words. Pulling her neck back so it was visible to him, he sucked on the most visible part and he rubbed her clit and fingered her with vigor. "Noooooooooooo!" she screamed as she tried to pull away from him but couldn't as she was strapped to him. Her shaking body intensified and as soon as she was about to stiffen, he stopped and kissed her again. Biting and tugging on her lips, she got into it and began to do the same to him when he pulled her back down and shoved his hard dick in her mouth- it was such a swift movement, not only did she not see it coming but if he had missed, she would have lost an eye. "Ugh" she gagged, all her drool slipped down his cock. Reaching behind him, he pulled her hands free from the handcuffs and raised himself a bit so she was in a better position to suck on him. Resting her hands on his ass he thrust into her mouth. Grabbing her hair, he pulled her away and stuck his fingers into her mouth. Instinctively she sucked on them, and then he returned her mouth back to his cock. As he kneeled before her, who was on all four sucking his dick; he used his saliva wet fingers to bend a bit and rub it between her ass crack. She muffled a protest but before she thought of resisting, he pulled her hands underneath his legs that she couldn't pull free. Adding more saliva to his fingers, he probed into her back hole- fingering her ass. She moaned with what he wasn't sure was pleasure or pain but that didn't stop him. The thrusting of his hips intensified as did his fingers; letting a trail of spit from his mouth run down her crack, he inserted another finger. She didn't protest this time. Instead she sucked on him much harder, making circular movements with her tongue around the head of his dick. That drove him wild especially since she was starting to make herself gag on his dick. Taking up the studded dildo he had set down beside him, he eased it into her ass- bit by bit. It went in and it seems as though she didn't notice as she continued to suck on him with much fervor. "Ahhhh, no Mark, not my ass," she squealed when she noticed but it was too late. The moment she stopped to talk, he spewed his jizz all over her face and in her mouth. She swallowed some before she could talk again but he was not impatient and ready to fuck. Shoving on her back on the floor, he pinned both her hands with one of his and thrust his still hard cock into her pussy while the dildo was still stuck in her ass. "Mark, no you can't" Lisa began to plead, but too weak and unable to resist, all she could do was stare at Mark. Who might I add, didn't take his eyes off her for one minute. Reaching for a remote control above Lisa's head he pressed a red button and she screamed "Oh shit, what the fuck!" Mark had now propped her legs over his shoulders, her hands moved gradually to his back- digging her nails into him; he smiled as he noticed she was enjoying the vibrations from the "now" vibrating dildo in her ass. She wasn't looking at him, her eyes had rolled back and her tongue hung out of her mouth like a dog with his head out of the window. He leaned forward to lick at her tongue and she responded. Losing strength from the pleasure, she hands fell beside her head on the floor. New in Town Mark took this opportunity to link his hands with hers- he intensified. With every thrust, he thrust into her; he rammed the dildo more into her ass with his balls. Lisa's back was now arching and she was screaming fervently. "Oh yes!!!!!!!!" she screamed "Yesssssssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Only giving Mark more motivation, he fucked her harder. Ramming against her pussy so much it began to hurt. He watched as her breasts jiggled rapidly up and down with each push that he put into her. Slowing down a bit, he let go of her hands and she grabbed hold of his ass cheeks- pulling him into her with all she had. "Give me more of that cock," she drooled. He smiled. Pulling out, she gasped and he saw her pout. Putting her back to face him, he pulled the dildo out of her ass and stuck his dick in her ass. "Ahhhhhhhh!" she screamed but didn't resist. Pulling on her leash, he pulled her head back and stuck his fingers into her mouth as he fucked her tight virgin ass. She muffled "this is fucking awesome" and Mark couldn't help but want to abuse her. Remembering he had all day and all the time in the world he decided to take it slow. But the way she grabbed onto him made him do the opposite. Letting go of her leash, he pushed her face down into the shag carpet and fucked her ass with intensity, using his fingers to rub her clit in the process, to at least please her. "Mark," she gasped "I have something to tell you," she said in between thrusts. "Hmmm," he grunted as he tried on to concentrate on Cumming. "I lied about having a boyfriend," she began shaking with intensity. "Hmmm," he ignored her "Ahhhhhhhhhhh," she began screaming as her body riveted uncontrollably "Mark stop, stop" she begged but he just fingered her more intensely as he fucked her ass. "My last boyfriend was gay, we never had sex!" she screamed "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" "Ugh," Mark grunted as he pumped his load into her ass, so much it oozed down into her pussy. Lisa was still shuddering against the shag carpet, when Mark pulled out of her. Registering what she said, he touched her clit and she screamed "Don't do that!" "What do you mean your boyfriend was gay?" She registered her strength and walking over to his sitting body, she mounted him and pulled his still hard cock into her pussy. Sliding onto him she kissed him "Meaning you're the first "Real" dick I've ever had all my life," she smiled "This is my first time having sex" "What?" The End New in Town My name is Roy. I had just finished my high school and was going to New York for further studies. At the day when I arrived at the airport, I went straight to my uncle's house. The house was two storied and had enough space for my uncle's family of three and me. Uncle had phoned me earlier to inform me that he was going on a two week vacation with his family. I had the whole house for myself. It was a good thing as well as a disappointing thing. It was good because I could do anything there without anyone intervening me. At my own house back at Alabama, dad was very skeptical about bringing young and reckless lads (my friends) home. He called my friends uncivilized and had a tendency of fighting with every one of my age (let me tell you I was not spared). The disappointing part of having the house for myself was that I had no friends in this unknown place. I had hoped to make some when I joined the college but the classes were also two weeks later. So I had to wait till my first day at job. Dad had a very good friend who happened to be a software development company owner at New York. So he had got me a job there as I was very good at programming. The job was two days away and I had 48 hours of nothing to do except watch the TV or watch the few porn movies I had brought with me and jerk off. I made myself a cup of coffee and sat in front of the TV. It soon got boring as the TV had only the beaten up sitcoms and more and more detectives on. I tried watching the porn movies but I had watched them so many times that they also felt beaten up. My cock also seemed to be bored by seeing the same thing again and again. So I decided to go for a walk outside. I locked the house down and put the keys under the doormat as it was before. The day was warm and lovely. After a 45 minute search, I found a small shop that sold porn magazines and movies. I entered the door under the neon sign that said 'XXX IS FUN'. As I entered the shop, I saw the man at the counter staring grumpily in front. I was feeling a little awkward so I wanted to ask for something good. So I turned to the man and said- "Do....ahem...do you have something good. I mean something new?" "See for yourself." He pointed towards the shelves and resumed his previous position. I looked at the shelves and saw no one. I felt a bit confident and went to have a look at what I was there for. As I went on browsing the DVDs, I found out that most of them were new to me. They were not found back at Alabama. I was really excited at the thought. The covers were so provocative that I had a hard on. I looked at the price tag and found out that the DVDs were half the price than the ones I bought back in my home town. So I took one of every series that I had not heard about. I collected so many that I couldn't handle them. I tried to balance them in my palm but I failed and they got all scattered in the floor. I got down immediately to pick them up. As I was collecting them, I heard a voice behind me. "That's a lot you're planning to watch. Are you buying for the whole year or what?" I practically jumped when I heard that female voice. Then I reddened a bit as I realized what she had said. I looked around and saw a woman in a skirt standing behind me smiling at me. She too bent and said- "Let me help you with that." I was confused at what to do at that moment. Then I just nodded and she started picking them up one by one. As she did so she was also looking at the cover page and giving comments. "This...this is not good. Ah that's better. This one is not bad at all." She had a very confident voice. While she was doing so, I was looking at her white slender legs that showed me most of it. It was so beautiful and erotic that I immediately got a hard on. I just took what she handed me and watched her as she looked at the covers with deep interest. I looked at her. She was a brunet and had a very fair face. She had a beautiful face with the right proportion of everything. She must have been in her late twenties, I thought. "Have you seen all of them?" I asked innocently. She turned her gaze towards me and smiled and said- "Yes. But you seem to have not watched any." Then she put a hand in my right thigh and stood up. A dark and thrilling scent reached my nostrils as she stood up. The fact that a beautiful brunet just touched inches away from my cock got me very excited. Then she walked to the counter with the DVDs she had bought. As she did this, I noticed her perfect ass moving left and right in a rhythm. I also noticed that she walked like a cat. Every muscle movement in her ass and thighs was erotic for me. I thought what it would feel like to have her from behind and pound her ass-meat as hard as I could. I was sure that she could make head turn as easily as Shakira could sing. I decided that I had bought enough and followed her steps. As I reached the counter, I gave the man the DVDs I had bought. The brunet stood there for a while. The man announced the price and I was happy to pay that little price. I reached the back pocket of my denim jeans and felt for my wallet. I was shocked as I realized that I had no wallet in my pocket. I quickly ran towards the shelves that I had been in but couldn't find it. I slowly got to the counter and was going to apologize when the girl looked at me and smiled with a I-know-what's-the-problem look. She turned to the counter and paid the counter guy. I stood right behind her, hiding. Suddenly, the girl pushed herself back towards me and her lovely ass touched my cock. I almost ejaculated immediately. She rubbed her ass against my cock for a good two minutes when the counter guy was packing and returning the change. I felt like I was in heaven but was scared that I would cum right there and humiliate myself even more. She led me outside with the shopping and turned towards me and said- "Kid! My name is Karen." Wait! Did she just call me 'kid'! "Yes." I could only say that at that moment. "I saved your ass back there. The guy from the store is a very angry man and he doesn't like people who come just to watch the posters he has hung there and the CD covers. So for my favor, you owe me one." Now that was not what I had expected. What would she possibly ask? "Ok." I said. She "Come with me." She said and I followed her. In no time we reached her apartment. It was the most exquisite apartment I had ever seen. She must be a very wealthy woman I thought. As I closed the door behind us, and turned, she gave me a very hot sensual kiss. My cock again got as hard as a stone. It wanted to burst out of its cell and wanted to do something savage. As we separated, she caught my cock and massaged it with such intensity that I almost had an orgasm there. She came near my ear and said- "Open your clothes boy!" I immediately compiled. Why wouldn't I? I was out of my clothes in seconds. She was there in front of me opening her clothes one by one so sensuously that my cock pulsated in full speed. She looked at my throbbing cock and bit her lower lip and licked them. As she unbuttoned her bra, she jiggled her boobs once to give me the view of the most beautiful pair I had seen. Then she touched herself starting from the neck, down her breasts. As she reached her belly button, she circled it twice and moved below. I was in ecstasy there but the need to bring myself to an orgasm was growing. And it was growing with speed. As she reached her skirt's button, she looked at me and said- "You hungry boy?" I just stared at her boobs and my cock throbbed even more. She looked at it and said- "I'll take that as a yes." She came near me and took my hands and pulled me towards a room.it was her bedroom that she took me into as she looked me in the eyes and smiled. I leaned forwad to kiss her but she didn't let me. She said- "Not so soon." It was so sexy that I didn't feel like she had rejected my kiss. Instead I felt like she was craving for it. I couldn't wait no longer so I pushed her into the bed. She fell like doll thrown recklessly. "So you a bad guy huh?" she gave a sly smile. As I threw myself at her, she ducked and came down from the bed. As I turned myself up, she jumped over me and sat on my throbbing cock. It was being held captive by her ass meat as I gave a soft moan. She leaned forward to kiss me with her hands above my head. She ran her hand on my arms and suddenly I heard a couple of clicks as I realized what she had done. She had handcuffed me to the bed. " now you do what I tell you to." She said as she came down from my cock. She stood before me and pulled her skirts down her legs. As I got the view of her wonderful pussy, my cock ached for her. Her pussy was so inviting that I ejaculated there immediately. I grunted as the spurts of cum fell all across my stomach. As the second wave came, a squirt almost reached my mouth! I hadn't come like that before. "You naughty boy....! Look at what you've done. You're gonna pay for this. You know that?" she said with a cunning look in her eyes. Then she came near me and looked at the semen on my stomach and chest so lusciously that I couldn't lift my eyes off her. Then she slowly bent down. But the thing that happened was not what I had imagined. Instead of licking my cum, she kissed the midpoint of my almost sleeping shaft and suddenly it sprang to life. Fucking hell! What was that? She had a kind of magic in her lips that did it. Normally, it would take a couple of minutes for my cock to collect itself but this? That was unbelievable. But my time had not come yet! She didn't do anything to my body. Instead she started playing with hers. I was going wild with the way she molested herself. She rubbed her rock hard nipples and gave me a short flying kiss. Then she slowly dropped her hands down her stomach and towards her pubic hair. She slowly massaged her bush one inch at a time as she moved lower and lower. I was dying to be inside of her now. Oh my god! The way she moved made my body quiver. I twitched in the bed but it just hurt my hands. I saw a drop of her pussy juices drop from her pussy. The pussy I had seen moments ago was now clearly wet and I knew that she needed me. But she was holding it. She wanted to test me and I was not ready to be tested. "Please! Please! Let me fuck you! I will FUCK you so hard that you will cry for more." "Oh yeah? We'll see!" saying this, she climbed on top of me and sat just upon my cock. I tried to insert it forcefully by twitching it as she sat on it but she was fast and smart as well. As she sat, she smiled at my failed attempt. "You want me don't you? You want me so bad that your cock hurts, doesn't it? You nasty little fucker." Then she bent over me and kissed me one long time. Then she collected the remaining cum from my stomach and spread it all over my face. Then she lifted herself and I took the advantage to push my cock into her. It didn't slide in but she didn't protest. I got excited and tried again by lifting a bit higher. She grabbed my ass at the moment and dug her nails deep into my ass cheeks. I could feel the blood trickle from my ass as it headed towards my ass hole. Then she whispered- "This is for staring at my ass and for trying to fuck me." Then she climbed up and put her pussy right in front of my face. Now I had the complete view of the pussy. I was in pain but I didn't care. I just wanted to please her so that she would let me fuck her. I jumped in and licked the pussy that by now had become so red that I felt like I was kissing her lips. Then I inserted my tongue deep and moved it around. As I did so, she shuddered and I knew that a mini orgasm hit her. As I found her swollen clit, she moaned on top of me. My cock below was now dancing around as I sucked in her clit. I made slow circles around it. Her breath suddenly increased its speed as she moaned even louder. "Oh God!" she cried as I flicked her clit. She then pushed herself even more. Wanting me more and getting me even more excited. She started panting loudly now. And that motivated me more. She caught the back of my head and pulled it towards her as she rode me like a horse. Now she was humping as she cried words of ecstasy. "Oh yessss..... Lick my pussy....come on lick it harder. After this I'm gonna suck your cock with my tasty lips. Oh yes that's it baby. Harder...harder....i wants more. Then...then I'm gonna let you fuck me." That last word got me so excited that I lifted her a foot pushing her pussy from below. She screamed at that and laughed out loud. She put her hands on my shoulders and humped harder. "Oh yess....baby...come on...make me come..yes..yes....that's it ...that's it...yes...yessss....yess....oh.......my.....GAWD im cuming....Ahhhhhhhhh........." she came in so hard into my mouth that it soaked my face and my neck. I drank and drank that love potion until her pussy was empty of it. Then she dropped to the bed as she fell there panting. After a few minutes, she jumped off the bed and started dressing. I was surprised and angry when I realized that I had just got used. She unlocked one of the handcuffs and threw the keys towards me. "This room is of my ex's. he is a pretty big and aggressive guy. So you might wanna run away before he comes." She looked at the clock on the wall. "That would be in 10 minutes."