9 comments/ 199811 views/ 26 favorites Pleasuring Pam By: mistress_diana Pam is my neighbor of 4 years and over time we've become good friends. In fact there is nothing I wouldn't do for her. We're both in our early 30's and married. I have two kids and Pam just had her first. It was her pregnancy that brought us even closer together. It all started one day when I made one of my almost daily visits to her house. She was in her seventh month and already was pretty big. I kept asking her if she was sure she wasn't having twins, but she would only laugh and say `look at my husband'. Her husband Jack was a big guy and there was no doubt her unborn son would take after him. I let myself in like I usually did and found Pam on the couch with her feet up watching TV. She saw me and began to get up. "Don't get up for me," I said as I entered the room. It was a hot day and she had the a/c up high. I felt a little shiver go through me. "Thanks Liz," she said, sinking back down into the couch. "You don't look too good today, are you feeling ok?" I sat down in the rocking chair opposite her and looked her over. Pam was a stunning redhead. Her long hair was pulled up in a bun that day, which exposed the creamy, white skin of her neck. Freckles sprinkled her nose, cheeks and her chest. Normally her green eyes were sparkling and full of life, but that day she looked tired and worn. Her faced clouded over at my question. "Just feeling tired today, you know, the heat." I nodded, but I wasn't buying it. There was something else, but I wasn't going to pry. "Is there anything cold to drink in your fridge?" I asked. "Yeah, there's some lemonade." "Great, I'll get us some," and I went off to the kitchen to pour two glasses. I returned and handed her a glass. I got comfortable in the chair again and we watched TV for a while. Pam wasn't feeling talkative so I kept quiet. The usual daytime drivel was entertaining enough. When the lemonade was gone from her glass, she shifted on the couch and sighed. "Liz? Can I ask you something?" "Sure." During her pregnancy she asked me a lot of questions as I had been through it twice before. I never minded helping her and I knew she appreciated it. Her husband, although a nice guy, was a bit squeamish about everything connected with her pregnancy. She cleared her throat and looked a little nervous. "Did you, um, ever get really, ah, horny while you were pregnant?" I burst out laughing and she made a face. "So is that it?" I said between laughs. She began to blush and the red crept up her chest and neck to her face. "Um, yes it is...I don't know what to do! Jack hasn't touched me in months." I stopped laughing and felt bad for her. My own husband was willing to meet my needs when my hormones went into overdrive. And they did quite often during the last few months. "Pam, it's ok to feel that way - it's your hormones." "I know, but my husband seems repulsed by me!" I looked her over and could not understand how he felt that way. Pam was beautiful and even more so in pregnancy. Her body was radiant and soft and round. Her full breasts swelled even more during the last month and looked very ripe. I thought about them every once in a while - wondering how full and dark her nipples had become. Pam didn't know it, but I had more than a few bisexual encounters. She seemed a bit shy about some things, so I never felt the urge to tell her. My husband was very supportive of it and even participated once in a while. So, needless to say, to hear her confessing to me about her sex drive made my body warm despite the coolness of the a/c. "I don't know why he would, Pam," I said. "You look great. Have you tried masturbating?" She blushed again and looked away. "It's hard," she said in a small voice. "It's hard to reach." I nodded and had a sudden flash of her naked with her legs spread, one hand trying to rub herself. My own pussy twitched in response. "Well, do you have any toys?" "I, um..." she shifted in her seat again. "I have a vibrator..." "Pam, it's ok - don't be so embarrassed. We're both women and good friends." "I know, I just feel so weird talking about it, but I need some release!" I knew exactly how she felt. "So, have you tried the vibrator?" "Yeah, but I can't seem to manipulate it right." She seemed a little more at ease talking about it and I was glad. I was getting an idea, although risky. "Maybe you just need some help," I suggested. "Jack doesn't even know I have a vibrator...he'd...I don't know..." I cleared my throat. "I wasn't talking about him." She looked at me and turned even redder still. "Liz...I...you..." I stood up and sat next to her. My body began to tingle all over by the closeness of her. "Pam, it's ok really. I could help you - no one needs to know." She turned her eyes to me and I saw the dark shadows under them. But in her eyes was that familiar spark and I knew she wanted to try. I took her hand. "Where is it?" She told me where it was and I went off to her bedroom to retrieve it. As soon as I found it, I could feel myself getting wet. It was bigger than I thought it would be. I began to visualize it sliding into her sopping wet pussy. My nipples hardened at the thought, but I tried to compose myself. Although I might be able to help her today - she wouldn't be reciprocating anything. I was sure of that. But I was ok with that. It would fuel some fantasies for many nights to come. I returned to the living room with the vibrator and sat down in the chair opposite her. "You sure about this?" I asked. She nodded. "Yes, I'm going crazy..." "Ok, well...get comfortable." I smiled at her and she smiled back and I knew it would be ok now. She leaned back and pushed up her sundress. My eyebrows arched when I saw the wet spot on her panties. She said nothing and pushed them down to her mid-thighs. I reached over and pulled them the rest of the way down for her. I almost creamed when I saw her moist lips framed by thick, red hair. God, she was gorgeous. I knelt between her spread legs and smelled her sweet aroma. It would be hard not to want to go down on her, but the fact that I was helping my friend cum was not a bad second prize. I turned the vibrator on and brought it to her already swollen lips. I lightly touched them and she made a little `oh' sound. Using just the tip, I rubbed her outer lips very lightly with the vibrator. Her legs quivered and small sounds of pleasure escaped her lips. I could tell she was holding back. I moved the vibrator up and down the length of her slit and realized it wasn't going to take much for her to cum. She hadn't had any in months and was on the edge. I used to vibrator to part her lips and saw her clit poking out. How I wanted to take it in my mouth at that point. Instead, I touched the vibrator to it and she jumped and cried out. "Feel good?" "Oh yes!" she replied in a throaty voice. I smiled and teased her lips apart even more. She was spread like a flower to me now and her slick opening was in view. I placed the tip of the toy at her entrance and began to push it inside. Her legs opened even more and I knew how badly she wanted it. Feeling a little bolder, I began to caress her inner thigh as I pushed the vibe inside. Her moans got louder so I took that as a signal that touching was ok. Up to that point, I had only used the vibrator to touch her. She pushed her ass closer to me so I could enter her and with one last push, it was all the way in. She cried out and her big belly heaved. My own pussy was throbbing wildly and I could feel the wetness beginning to soak my panties. The room became warm. Using my left hand, I gripped her inner thigh and used my right to slowly slide the fake cock out of her sopping cunt. I let it come almost all the way out before pushing it back in. "Let me know if it hurts," I said. "No...no it feels so fucking good," she said, gasping. "Don't stop!" This woman was so wild for sex that I don't think she cared who was fucking her with that toy. She just wanted to cum. And I was determined to give her a great orgasm. I turned up the speed of the vibrator and began to thrust it in and out of her pussy. Each time it came out, it was coated with her juices. I could smell her and it drove me wild. It had been a while since I had last been with a woman and I wanted her in a big way. "Ohhhh...yesssssss," was all she could say over and over again as I fucked her. She thrashed and moaned and begged me for more and she lost herself in her own pleasure. I eagerly kept up the pace and suddenly she screamed out. "Oh fuck YES!!!!!" she cried as her orgasm took her by force. She clutched her dress and her legs quivered and her belly shook as she came very, very hard. I kept up the thrusting as each cry echoed in the house and hoped that nobody was around to hear. She was very loud. At last she quieted and I pulled the vibrator out. I leaned down to lick her juices off the tip when I was sure she couldn't see. She tasted so sweet. I stood up and grinned at her. Her pretty face was flushed and her hair had come undone. She was beautiful in her disarray. "Oh my god, Liz...that was so good..." she said in a breathless voice. "I'm glad I could help. It sounds like you really needed that." "Definitely." She pushed her dress back down and her pussy was again blocked from my view. I wondered if I would ever see it again. She got quiet and there was an awkward moment between us. "Pam - this is just between you and I, you know that, right?" She looked visibly relieved. "Yes. Thank you." "I'd be more than happy to help you again if you need it." She looked up at me with those green eyes and smiled. I couldn't get home fast enough to relieve myself after that encounter. My panties were soaked through and as I lay on my bed with my fingers moving over my clit, visions of Pam's pussy filled my brain. My nipples were rock hard as I fingered them through my bra. I was so worked up, I didn't even bother taking my clothes off. I rubbed my clit furiously and came in a long satisfying wave as I thought about her and her pregnant body. My visits resumed the next day, but she didn't mention anything about my pleasuring her right away. She did look much better, though. Her spark was back and she seemed to have more energy. I was glad for her - even though I now lusted for her, she was my friend and I wanted her to feel good through the last few months of pregnancy. About a week late,r as we were sipping cool drinks on her porch, she hesitantly brought up the subject. "Liz, I want to thank you for what you did the other week. I know I haven't said anything about it." "Oh don't worry about it - it was my pleasure." And believe me, it was. She narrowed those green eyes at me. "Was it your pleasure?" I wasn't expecting that. "Yes. Yes, it was," I said in a soft voice. She fidgeted with her lemonade glass and looked down. "Have you done anything like that before?" she asked. "I have...and more." I saw the redness creeping up her neck again. "Are you a lesbian or something?" I laughed. "No, of course not!" "Then..." Pam was one of my best friends, but she could be incredibly naïve. "Pam," I said looking at her. "I enjoy sex with women every once in a while. I'm bisexual." "Oh," she said in a small voice. "Does your husband know?" "Yes he does, and he's ok with it. Its just sex." She was quiet for a moment. I could tell she was absorbing all of this. No doubt her husband wasn't nearly as open-minded as mine. "So does that make me bisexual too?" she asked. "I wouldn't say so. At least not yet." My last sentence hung in the heavy, damp air. I leaned back in the chair and looked at her. She had another one of those maternity sundresses on which made her look so lovely. Her full breasts strained against the yellow cotton so tightly I swore I could see the dark shadow of her nipples. I kept wondering what they looked like underneath. I remember how big mine got and how sensitive they were. Pam finished her drink and set the glass down. Beads of moisture coated the glass. She raised her head and looked at me. It was then I saw the hunger in her eyes. "Would you do what you did to me again?" she asked. "Of course. You only have to ask." She pushed herself out of her chair and saw that her nipples had begun to harden slightly. I willed myself not to stare, so I grabbed the empty glasses and followed her inside. My heart was pounding in my chest as I wondered if I could get a little further with her today. This time we went into the bedroom. The room was cool and dark but very cozy. She got her vibrator out and handed it to me. Without a word she lay on the bed and pushed her dress up. Again I helped her with her panties. I was somewhat disappointed that she didn't take all her clothes off, but maybe that would come in time as she got more comfortable. So in the gloom of an overcast summer afternoon, I brought Pam to another satisfying orgasm in pretty much the same fashion as I had done before. She moaned and thrashed and screamed. When she was done I discreetly licked her sweet juices from the vibrator. And when I got home I fucked myself silly with my own vibe. We had a few more sessions like over the weeks until she got too close to term. She told me that she just didn't feel the need to cum anymore as she got close. I understood completely. I had filled the time after those sessions by masturbating and fucking my husband with wild abandon. He didn't ask me what was making me so crazy and I couldn't tell him. Finally the big day came and the contractions started, so I drove her to the hospital. Her husband met us there and took over. I wished her well and went home. The next day she called me to tell me her baby boy was born that evening and all was well. The next month or so was hectic for the new mother and I helped her take care of the baby whenever I could. Her mother was also there, so I didn't see Pam as much. But finally the excitement died down and Pam settled into a routine. Her mom went home and her husband went back to work. I found myself going back over there on a regular basis. Most of the time we fussed over the baby and talked about the joys of motherhood. I remembered back on those days when my kids were young and told her some of the funny stories. Our `sessions' were pretty much forgotten, but I figured that was ok. Soon she would be having sex again with her husband and things would be back to normal. Or so I thought. Pam had decided to breastfeed her son and I witnessed it many times. I tried not to stare, but I couldn't help noticing how big and fat her nipples were. They were exactly like I imagined. I envied her son as he sucked on them and then instantly felt ashamed at those thoughts. One day I went over to her house to find her in tears. "What's wrong, Pam?" I said, letting myself in. She sniffed and wiped her nose with a tissue and looked away. I figured it was the postpartum setting in. I remember how miserable I had felt. "Is the baby ok?" She nodded. "He's fine." "Things ok with Jack?" That brought a sob out of her. "Oh, ok," I said lamely. "Do you want to talk about it?" I sat down on the couch next to her and waited. "He...he still hasn't touched me yet," she said in a small voice. I thought the guy was a jerk, but I didn't say so. "Maybe he's still a little nervous. Sometimes it takes a while. How do you feel?" "I'm horny again!" she said, shaking her red hair. I chuckled and leaned back on the couch. "What's so funny?" she asked. "You're a little vixen!" She blushed and looked away. I took her hand. "It's ok. Jack will come around. Maybe you have to seduce him or something." "Maybe it's me - maybe he thinks I'm ugly." "Of course not. Pam, you're beautiful. All through pregnancy and even more so now. I think motherhood agrees with you." She squeezed my hand. "Thanks, Liz, you're such a good friend." We didn't say anything for a while, but she continued to hold my hand while we watched TV. I felt a bit uncomfortable as I began to remember her laying on her back with a vibrator shoved deep inside her pussy. I shifted in my seat a little as my own pussy twitched. "Anything wrong?" she asked. "Um, no...I'm fine." She withdrew her hand and pushed her hair back out of her face. When she did that, her full breasts stuck out against her t-shirt. I sucked in my breath sharply. "Pam, I don't know why Jack doesn't want you," I whispered. "I know I do..." When she turned to look at me I knew that it was now or never. Before she could say anything I leaned over and kissed her hard on the mouth. My hands grasped her upper arms firmly as my lips pressed against hers. She didn't resist - I think she was either so eager or she was in shock. I didn't care. My mouth opened and my tongue pushed out. Her own mouth took me in without question and at that moment I knew it was alright. I released my hold on her arms and began to caress her neck and the tops of her breasts. She lay there against the couch and moaned into my mouth as her tongue came out to meet mine. My body warmed at the feel of a soft feminine tongue. In fact, she was soft all over. My hands stroked her creamy white arms. She lay there very still and let me touch and kiss her. Her own hands were at her sides as I think she was not sure what to do. Finally I broke the kiss and pulled away. Her eyes opened and looked at me with a hunger I had never seen before. "Do you want this?" I asked. "Yes...I want it very badly." "It's not going to be like last time," I said. "This time we do it right." "Yes..." I stood up and walked to the bedroom. She followed me without a word. "Do we have time before the baby wakes up?" I asked. "Yeah, he should be out for a couple of hours." I turned to face her. "Good because I want to make love to you." She shuddered at my words. "Take off that shirt," I asked gently. She reached for the hem and pulled it over her head. I stood there and gazed at her body. She had lost almost all her pregnancy fat. Her belly was still soft and a little round, though and it looked very sexy. Her breasts were straining against her bra. "Now the bra," I whispered, my voice getting very thick. She reached back and unhooked the bra. When she pulled it away, I almost came right there. Her breasts spilled free. They were creamy wite along with huge, dark nipples. I couldn't wait to suck them. "Oh my god, Pam...you're luscious." This time I could see where the blushing started. "Now the panties," I said as I sat down on the edge of the bed. She shyly slid her panties down to her ankles and stepped out of them. I noticed that she had shaved most of her pubic hair. I licked my lips and stared at her. "Jack must be crazy," I whispered. She lowered her head and her hair fell in front of her face. Her red locks reached to her nipples where they brushed them lightly. I began to take my own clothes off and when I was naked, I stood up to embrace her. Our bodies met and melted in a warm kiss. I pushed my own breasts against hers. The touch sent jolts of electricity through us both. Her hands became bolder as they explored my waist and my hips. My own hands moved around to cup her full ass. When I squeezed, she moaned into my mouth. I pulled her close so that our mounds could touch. She tilted her head back and moaned again. When her neck was exposed to me, I began to lick the white skin there. "Let's get on the bed," I suggested. She let go of me and lay on the bed. Her body was soft and inviting and I wanted her very badly. I could feel my pussy oozing with juices at the mere thought of touching her. I straddled her and at once my hands found those breasts that I had only dreamed about up to that point. My hands slid underneath her soft mounds and I opened my hand wide to cup as much of her as I could. Then I began to close my hand, squeezing her titflesh. She opened her eyes wide and began to moan. Her nipples still very flat but I would soon change that. Pleasuring Pam I continued to squeeze and ply her flesh with my hands. She squirmed and thrashed under me, but I wasn't letting her go. Not now after waiting so long. I moved my hands closer to her wide areolas and used my thumb to flick her once. "Oh fuck!" she cried. "You like that?" "Yes...oh yes...do it again." I smiled as she lay there helpless now. All she wanted was to be teased and fucked and I was just the person to do it to her. I flicked her nipples again and she moaned low in her throat. They instantly went hard and it was time. I lowered my head to one fat nipple and began to lick it lightly with the tip of my tongue. She lay very still then and let me do what I wanted. I licked her fat tips gently at first. Then, feeling bolder, I took one in my mouth and began to suck, just as her son had done many times before. Her whole nipple and part of her tit was in my mouth as I sucked harder. My hand squeezed the flesh beneath it and she began to pant and moan. I released one nipple and went to the other, repeating the sucking. "If you don't stop," she gasped, "I'll begin to..." I knew what she was going to say even before the words were out of her mouth and then suddenly I tasted it - the breast milk. It was warm and sweet going into my mouth and I sucked on it greedily. I had never tasted it before and it was heaven. "Oh Liz..." she moaned. "Suck me, suck me, suck me." She repeated it over and over as I sucked her fat nipple. I nursed her as she grasped my hair and cradled me to her tit. I felt her legs open beneath me and I slid one hand between her moist thighs. She was soaked down there. My fingers lazily played with her wet slit as her milk filled my mouth. I drank with hunger until I got an idea. I lifted my head up and looked at her. "Can you suck your own tits?" I asked. "I - I don't know." "I bet you can, they're big enough. Put a pillow under your head." She pulled a big fluffy pillow under her head and I took her hand and placed it around her breast. She pushed it up and suddenly her nipple was right at her mouth. "Suck yourself. You'll love it." She took herself in her mouth and began to suck. "Harder," I urged. She did as I said and then her eyes went wide as the milk went into her mouth. "Oh wow!" was all she could say. I smiled and went back to her other tit which seemed to not ever want to go dry. We sucked together on her wonderful tits tasting the sweet mother's milk. My hand went back to her cunt where I began to rub her in earnest. Her clit was hard and poking out of its hood. I found it and pinched it. Her whole body jolted as if she was shocked by electricity. I continued to rub it and pull it as we sucked her huge tits. Her moans were muffled but I knew she was very close. I wanted her to cum and cum hard. I pushed two fingers into her gaping hole while my thumb busily strummed her clit. She was thrashing her legs around but she never stopped sucking herself. I moved my hand faster and faster. My hand was coated with her juices. Finally she couldn't take it anymore. She let go of her breast and cried out she was cumming. Her body went completely rigid as she came. Milk spurted out of her tit and all over her chest. I clamped down on her other tit with my mouth and felt her milk rush into it. I drank like I had never drunk before. Pam screamed and held my body close to hers as she rocked both of us. Finally I eased myself off her. She lay there panting with her eyes closed. There was milk all over her tits making them shiny and slick. I looked between her legs and it was the same story there. "Oh my...that was wonderful," she breathed. "Yes it was." I said laying next to her. My hand lazily caressed her sides and her belly. "Sucking my milk was so...kinky," she laughed. "Mmmm...and it tasted wonderful." We lay there for a while not saying anything. I wondered if she would be able to take the next step with me. My own body was still unsatisfied and I desperately wanted to cum. I decided to make the first move. "Do you still have that vibrator?" I asked. "Yes, I do." "Would you like to use it on me?" She hesitated slightly. Up to now she had only received my pleasure - she hadn't reciprocated. "Yes, I think I do..." "Are you sure?" "Yes." She reached over to her nightstand and took the vibe out of the drawer. "How- how would you like it?" "Why don't I lay here and let you do what I used to do to you?" I suggested. "OK," she said as I lay flat on my back. She turned the vibrator on and knelt between my legs. I looked up at her and silently urged her on. She placed the tip along my lips just like I did to her and my body shuddered from the vibration. I knew it wouldn't take much for me after what had just happened between us. "That's it," I said. "Just tease me." She let the tip glide up and down my moist outer lips. I watched her concentrate. Her breasts were still slick-looking and I wanted to suck them all over again. I focused in on that as she began teasing my lips apart with the vibe. My hands went up to my own breasts where I pulled and twisted on my hard nipples. Small moans escaped me which only urged her on further. I opened my legs wider giving her the silent invitation to push deeper. She did just that and I let out a long sigh as the vibe filled my waiting pussy. Vibrations spread throughout my pelvis as she pushed it in and out of me. "Oh yes, Pam, that feels so fucking good." She smiled and increased the motion. "Mmmm, that's it. You do that so good." And she did. She got a nice rhythm going. The vibe went in and out of my wet cunt as I played with my nipples. Wave after wave of warm pleasure spread throughout my body. I closed my eyes and pictured myself sucking her sweet tits again. I knew I had to do that again. "A little faster," I urged finally wanting release. "Like this?" she asked as she began to fuck me harder. "Oh yes...oh...YES!" And before I knew it, my pussy was gripping that vibe and my body was exploding. The orgasm came so hard and so fast I could do nothing but gasp. No other sounds left my mouth - it was if I couldn't breathe anymore. Pam kept up the pace as I shook uncontrollably. My legs closed around the vibrator, pulling it in, but she never stopped until I told her to. At last she pulled it out with a soft plopping noise. My body went limp. "Was it good?" she asked. "Oh fuck, yes it was...wow." I lay there gasping. I felt dizzy and satisfied all at once. She set the vibe down on the bed and lay next to me. It took a while to recover. "How long before he wakes?" I asked. She looked at the clock. "Maybe another 45 minutes or so." "Good," I said as I rolled over. "I want to taste you again." Ever so lightly I began to lick the milk from her tits. She squealed and gasped as they were probably still sensitive. The sweetness was still there and I eagerly tasted what she had to give me. Once I had cleaned her, I decided to pay attention to another sweet spot. I moved myself down and pushed her legs open. Once she realized what I was going to do, she let out a soft moan. "You like to be eaten?" I asked. "Yes..." she breathed. "Very much." I smiled and began to lick her inner thighs. They still had dried cum on them and again I tasted how sweet she was. Each lick made her thighs quiver slightly. And with each lick, my tongue moved closer to her waiting pussy. I could smell the muskiness as she started to get wet all over again. My tongue found her lips and I licked them up and down. Her moans filled the room as I teased her. My hands slid over her belly as my mouth opened wide to suck her clit. I wanted to suck that little clit of hers just like I did to her nipples until she came. I pushed my whole mouth against her and locked around her clit. She squealed in delight as my mouth found her most sensitive spot. My hands slid higher to her tits. I squeezed them for leverage and began to suck her pussy in earnest. She cried out over and over and called me all sorts of things as I sucked her. My mouth began to fill with her juices and I drank them down as I had drunk her milk. My hands squeezed her tits and flicked her nipples until they began to leak again. Warm fluids coated my hands and filled my mouth until my head was full of her taste. I didn't think I could ever tire of this feeling. I assaulted her pussy and breasts over and over until at last she came. As her girl-cum flooded my mouth, her breasts once again spurted milk all over her chest and my milking hands. She screamed so loud, I wondered if the baby would wake. Her body thrashed wildly beneath me and it was all I could do to hold on. Quickly, I pushed myself up on her body and took one spurting breast in my mouth. I sucked and sucked until she was dry, feeling a little guilty as the baby needed it more than me. She held me to her breasts and rocked me as she came down from the peak. All I could taste was her cum and her milk and when I kissed her full on the mouth, she tasted that too. After that day, I was hooked and so was she. Once a week we would lock the door and I would feed on her wonderful breast milk. Sometimes she would too and we both gave ourselves many hours of pleasure. Pleasuring Papa Vincent Simone sank his thick 8-inch cock deep into the ass of his client and shot his load in his condom. The client, a chubby balding businessman around 60 years old, untensed, sighed with satisfaction and reached a hand back to stroke Vincent's balls in gratitude. Vincent withdrew, cleaned himself up in the bathroom then dressed. He accepted the £200 the still naked client gave him, gave his balls and dick a final friendly squeeze, then made his way out of the hotel room. As he opened the door the client called softly "see you again next month?" Vincent mouthed a kiss and murmured "of course darling", then made his way to the lift. On leaving the building he grinned to himself as two teenage girls very obviously checked him out and whispered to each other, giggling. Slim and good looking with thick curly black hair, playful eyes, a prominent nose and a firm jaw, he loved playing up to the Italian stallion cliché, favouring tight chinos and silk shirts cut almost to the waist, revealing his muscular lightly haired chest or, as today, skin-tight T-shirts which emphasised his powerful shoulders and biceps. Now he had to get back to his apartment and change, before travelling to Bedford for a duty dinner engagement with his family. They knew he was gay of course; there hadn't seemed much point in denying it after his mother had caught him naked in bed at 18 going head to tail with his best friend. That had been seven years ago, but only his sister, Sofia, knew that since the age of 20 he had been working as a professional stud in London. He had a few female clients of course, but it was still a cute male ass that really floated his boat. He loved fucking married men, especially first-timers, knowing he gave them a pleasure that their wives couldn't match, or even understand, watching them go down on him for the first time, and being told by them that he was a more skilful cocksucker than any woman they'd ever been with. The evening was going to be awkward. His parents, the conservative offspring of Italian immigrants, always felt stiff and uncomfortable around him -- he hoped his mama wouldn't cry again. Sofia was fine of course, and had even been known to suck the odd cock for a small consideration herself, on a purely amateur basis. There was nothing amateur about Vincent though: he was bloody good at what he did, and was able to command premium fees as a result. He had standards too: he knew at least two of his regulars were prominent public figures, and he could probably earn a pretty penny from selling them out to the press, but integrity and discretion were his bywords. Dinner actually went okay -- mama was in a cheerful mood, and did a beautiful chicken cacciatore. Papa was his usual taciturn self though, and despite the generally happy family setting Vincent found it difficult to relax throughout the evening. After coffee they watched TV for a while then, as mama and Sofia excused themselves to go to bed, Vincent went to the conservatory at the back of the house for a ciggy. His folks didn't like him smoking anywhere in the house but sod them, he only had about five a week, and he needed one tonight to relax before bedtime. He was about to light up when, to his irritation, papa appeared from nowhere, forcing Vincent to hurriedly stuff his fags in his pocket. Vincent was sitting on the old sofa which dominated the conservatory, and it surprised him slightly when his father sat down right beside him, rather than in the comfy wicker chair opposite. In fact, it surprised Vincent that papa had chosen to be alone with him at all, and for a moment he wondered if he was about to hear some terrible news about his mother's health or something. Staring straight ahead, towards the blackness of the garden, papa said "I know you think I despise you Vince. I don't, you're my son and I love you. I often think about you. I just don't understand this...strange attraction a man can feel towards other men. Where it comes from." Vincent was quite taken aback - papa had hardly ever said a word to him before about his sexuality, and certainly not in such frank terms. But before he could try and form an answer his father added, "I want you to make me really understand what sex between two men is all about." Whether it was just the words, or something in papa's tone, Vincent felt his gaydar needle twitch. He had always admired papa - a big man, well over six feet tall, and even better looking in his younger days than Vincent; in his mid-50s he retained much of that attraction. During his teens Vincent had developed quite a crush on papa, and had evolved a few fantasies about him that no right-thinking son ought to entertain towards a parent! The wickedest of thoughts entered Vincent's mind: his moral code allowed for no sexual boundaries between consenting adults - but surely his usually sound instincts must have misread the situation this time? Watching his father's face intently, Vincent began, "Well papa, I'm sure you'll accept that it's entirely reasonable for a man to recognise that another guy's attractive. Paolo Maldino, for example." Vincent thought the former Milan and Italy captain was one of the most beautiful men on the planet, and knew his father greatly admired him. "And a lot of men are much more beautiful than many women, especially without their make-up. As for the sex aspect, it's not so much about what bits two people have got as about them giving each other pleasure." Vincent realised that, without intending it to, his voice had slipped into the soft seductive tones he used when enticing clients. Papa licked his lips nervously. Some sixth sense caused Vincent to glance down at his father's crotch, and he was astonished to see it resembled a circus tent, with a tall, stiff pole supporting it! Vincent shifted closer to papa, until his mouth was inches from the older man's cheek, his breath brushing it as he spoke. Acting entirely on instinct, he casually dropped his hand to papa's groin; he was ready for papa to express annoyance, or knock the hand away, but his father simply ignored it, pretending nothing had happened. The cock felt painfully stiff through papa's trousers, and Vincent's own dick leapt to attention with the realisation that, incredibly, he might be about to fulfil his darkest desire. Vincent continued, his every word a caress. "Men's bodies are beautiful, and the penis is the most beautiful part of all. A magical wand of desire; the feeling of another man's hand stroking your erection is ecstasy, and the joy of a talented mouth engulfing your cock, sucking it, a tongue worshipping it, is the most intense sexual pleasure it's possible to achieve." Vincent stroked his thumb gently along the outline of his father's erection; it twitched like a wild animal, and papa gave a small gasp and shuddered. His lips now almost touching papa's cheek, Vincent whispered, "How long is it since mama sucked your cock papa? Can you imagine how it would feel to have an experienced pair of lips caress it, and a skilled tongue slide along its length, and stroke your balls?" Still papa said nothing, his eyes gazing into nothingness. Vincent's own eyes locked on papa's, with both hands he unbelted the man's trousers, unzipped the fly, pulled the trousers open and eased papa's underpants away from his big straining dick. As Vincent dropped to his knees, his mouth dry with nervous anticipation, papa finally regarded him, a look of panic on his face. But instead of saying what was about to happen was wrong, as might have been expected, he simply mumbled, "Vince, your mother..." "Is in bed, upstairs, asleep," Vincent finished the sentence as he closed his lips around the tip of his father's cock. As he slid his mouth down the stiff dick, papa groaned with arousal and his eyes fluttered closed. His cock was huge, the tip pressing against the roof of Vincent's mouth. When Vincent stretched out his long tongue, and stroked it across papa's scrotum, he was rewarded with a whimper of pleasure. Papa reached back and stretched his arms along the back of the sofa, gripping it tightly with his fingers. As he sucked, still not quite believing he wasn't having some especially vivid dream, Vincent tugged gently at the loose trousers. Without a moment's hesitation papa lifted his backside to help, and his son-lover slipped them and his underpants together down to his ankles, giving him better access to his father's cock and balls. Vincent slipped a hand around papa's balls, caressing them with his fingertips, extending one to tickle the perineum, while his tongue slipped teasingly up the underside of papa's cock. His father shuffled his bottom forward on the couch, as if trying to push his prick even deeper into the mouth which was sucking it towards paradise. Vincent found himself so turned on by this bizarre and unexpected sensual experience that with his spare hand he fumbled his own fly open and began to play with himself. After a couple of minutes of licking and sucking, papa groaned "I'm about to cum". In response Vincent increased the pressure of his lips around the inflamed cock and flicked his tongue across the very tip, which he knew would intensify the sensations he was providing. At last papa gave a deep growl and his hips thrust at Vincent, lifting his ass right off the sofa as he shot forcibly into his son's mouth. Vincent swirled papa's rich jizz around his mouth, savouring the taste, resting his forehead on an exposed knee. Papa sank back into the sofa, a glazed look on his face. Vincent, though, was far from finished with him. Quickly dropping his own trousers and briefs, he knelt astride his father's lap and manoeuvred his own engorged cock towards papa's mouth. He half-expected papa to hesitate in taking an active role, but he seemed almost hungry for Vincent's cock as he dipped his head forward and admitted it to his mouth. Vincent felt almost faint with excitement: not only was the man sucking his prick -- and squeezing his balls -- his own father, who he had always thought to be as straight as an arrow; but it was happening just yards from where Vincent's mother and sister were sleeping, with the very real danger that at any moment either of them could walk in and find their menfolk in flagrante delicto. The sheer danger and wickedness of the act combined to make it the most erotic encounter of Vincent's entire life. Papa began slowly but soon warmed to his task, raking Vincent's cock with his tongue and even caressing one of his son's exposed buttocks with his free hand. Vincent knew it would take only a few minutes of this before he climaxed in papa's mouth; but he felt a deep craving to claim the ultimate prize. Disengaging himself from his warm wet haven, he pulled papa gently to his knees before the sofa, his arms resting on it. Understanding what his seducer intended, papa showed some reluctance to take this final step, mumbling "Vince, I'm not sure..." Vincent pulled from his back pocket the lube sachet and condom he always carried in case of unexpected opportunities and, stroking his father's hair, whispered, "Sshhh, it'll be fine my love, I'll be gentle and you'll love it." Before papa could reply Vincent tore open the lube and, coating two fingers with it, spread it liberally around and inside his lover's ass, causing papa to moan with anticipation. Then, slipping on the condom, Vincent gripped papa's buttocks and, pulling them wide apart, slipped the first two inches of his meaty cock between them. See-sawing lightly back and forth he applied his lips and tongue to papa's throat and whispered "There honey, how does that feel?" Papa swallowed and murmured "It feels good...I like it." A broad smile spreading across his face, Vincent eased forward little by little until his full 8 inches was buried inside, stretching the older man's love channel. Nuzzling papa's throat again, Vincent gripped his hips and began to fuck him, slowly at first but gradually increasing his pace. Papa grunted with each full penetration and soon Vincent was screwing him hard and fast, his balls slapping against the receptive ass with each thrust. It was wonderfully tight, and all too soon Vincent came with a mighty final push, producing a loud groan from papa as he felt the eruption inside him. Appreciating that every moment of hesitation increased their risk, Vincent rinsed most of the lube from papa's cave then the two men dressed quickly. But as they embraced, tears of happiness forming in papa's eye, Vincent kissed him deeply, slipped his hand down papa's trousers and stroked his cock, and resolved that at the earliest opportunity he would arrange to be really alone with his new lover and enjoy this dangerous liaison to the full. Pleasuring Peggy Sanford Continues A lazy sunny Sunday in July, out in the beyond, the middle of nowhere, the middle of Iowa actually. Peggy Sanford and I saw a tumbled down house, a wood frame ruin flaunting its lack of paint, filled with shattered windows and fronted by a seriously sagging, broken down porch. Abandoned, surrounded by out of control weeds, large bald spots of ground surrounded by a few tufts of hardy grass, it looked to be a farmer's place gone bust, a repository of some family's memories and not much more. Actually, I saw the place while driving the rental car, a yellow Mustang convertible, its white top down. Peggy, her face buried in my lap, sucking my cock; saw nothing but the fabric of my Chinos, the open yawning in the front of my pants. Fifteen minutes earlier, Peggy attired in short pink running shorts with white stripes down their sides and a tight white tee shirt, her raven black hair bound in a pony tail, sat in the white leather passenger seat, bare right leg draped over the passenger door, ankle nudging the rear view mirror, foot flattened against the rushing wind. She leaned back in her seat, eyes closed, the sunlight washed across her beautiful and extremely photogenic face. Watching her dress this morning in the single-wide mobile home outside Des Moines, I knew she wore no panties, no bra under the shorts and shirt. Earlier I reached over, slid my right hand down under the top of her shorts, my fingers finding her moist slit, poking into her, finger fucking her as I tooled this beast down the road. Peggy smiled, pulled her leg into the car, leaned over, unzipped my trousers, and took me in her mouth. Being on a graveled country lane surrounded by nothing but corn fields, the occasional pasture with a few morose looking cows swishing their tails, no traffic behind us, I slowed down to a near crawl, enjoyed the sensation of Peggy's mouth drawing down on my cock. Dear Peggy, cocksucker extraordinaire, laved my member with juices from her mouth. Bubbles in her saliva drenched me. Licks, suction, the breeze of her breath all these sweet virtues contained in her mouth wiped out any suggestion such wonderful feelings were in any way a vice. Her mouth transplanted into a man's body, I am instantly gay, so good she is at giving head. I turned right into what was once a drive-way next to the collapsing house. I parked the car, leaned back against my head rest and closed my eyes. This was the simplest and most effective way to devote all my attention to Peggy's ministrations. My semen ready to burst forth at any moment, I concentrated, not a difficult task, pushing my loins up toward her mouth, at the same time I held on to her head, my fingers under her soft hair, over her ears, I gentled her head down on my shaft as though she needed any help. Women with no heart for giving head had sucked my cock quite badly as it turned out. Other women, proficient in the skill did a most commendable job even if never managing to suck my sperm into the caverns of their mouths. Several others were masters of fellatio, geniuses at sucking a man's dick. Even these scattered few were not quite up to Peggy's standard of excellence. She did this thing with her mouth, I do not know how she did it, but it was like an atomic fireball engulfing my cock. Apparently, an older woman she knew, a woman sold into white slavery when she was a fresh faced ingénue, forced into servitude in a seraglio. She learned the skill amongst others during a lengthy course of instruction needed to properly pleasure the sultan and his successors. Peggy had learned well under this woman's tutelage and within a few minutes I shot off into her mouth. She sat up, daintily wiped her lips with a tissue pulled from her purse. As I zipped my cock back into my pants, a pastel ring of pink collared my cock. "Where are we?" She looked around, saw the partially bashed in house. "My God, it looks like something from the Grapes of Wrath. Let's explore." She leaned down, flipped her slides over, and slid her bare feet into them, opened her door and stepped on to the weed covered ground. I opened my door, climbed out and walked around the hood of the Mustang glinting under the summer sun. Peggy nearly skipped headed toward the house's dilapidated front porch. Delectable in those shorts, full of verve and vitality, she nearly bubbled over with pep. Must be all those red-eyes she had to work when she was a flight attendant. It was hard to imagine she was up most of the previous night fucking me and a young woman we had met in downtown Des Moines, a place called Java Town. This woman, a Japanese lady more girl then woman with the biggest tits I had ever seen, breast augmentations for sure, but still a thrill to look at in my masculine opinion. She sat in a dark blue fabric covered easy chair, one of three situated around a tiny low slung wooden table, near several other similar groupings in an establishment selling coffee, pastries and trinkets. She looked bug eyed peering over the promontory of her jugs reading Gibbons Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire. Held securely in the palms of her ring encrusted hands, she concentrated on her reading and still managed to fend off men with practiced ease. A white tee shirt with a large yellow smiley face at its center, the logo about four feet in front of the rest of her, it seemed. Wearing tight blue jeans and black open toed high heels, one leg crossed over the other when Peggy and I entered after dinner in a barely adequate Italian eatery. Her face made up to the max, wavy black hair piled in a sculpted drift on her head shined under the overhead lights. Peggy occupied the chair to left of the woman while I went for our drinks. By the time I returned Peggy had a new friend named Kimiko. Peggy's winning smile, the smooth, sexy tone of her voice always made me tingle hearing it, often has the same effect on others: men and women. I could see her doing the part of the psych on the Sopranos, no problem. She could be a cool as a cucumber hostage negotiator too. Her slender frame curved in all the right places made her most pleasing eye candy too. I sat down in the chair to Kimiko's right. Later Peggy brought me up to speed on the lady's history. This behemoth bust mounted on such a tiny and shapely full blooded Japanese woman from San Jose was stranded in Des Moines. She lived in a rented house trailer and four nights a week she danced around a gold pole in a place called Pussy Galore. Frequented by red necked farmers, stock yard workers reeking of rawhide, white collar guys and the occasional college kid, no doubt, I could not imagine her being able to wrap a kimono, the sheerest most elastic robe around those knockers. Apparently, her boyfriend, a no account shiftless wanderer with no redeeming features other then an immense cock, was locked away in the city's jail, awaiting trial for the unsuccessfully robbery of a convenience store. He did not know the place was operated by a Korean whose son was Des Moines cop, a uniformed Des Moines cop. He happened to be sitting in the back room on a stool chewing Kimshi and Korean BBQ when the hapless guy pulled out the gun. It is a wonder the guy was not blown away when the son still chewing pickled cabbage and Kalbi came out of the room aiming a 9 mm at Kimiko's boyfriend. Two steaming lattes and two café Americano later, Kimiko invited Peggy to her digs. Early on it became apparent I was of secondary interest but I was invited to come along anyway. Twenty minutes later we where on a windy flat walking into a dirty white mobile home with dirtier white corrugated tin strung around its base. I hoped to get out of here before the next twister showed up. Kimiko's shoes made a racket on the metal step. More noise was made trolling inside her purse for her keys and then sound as she twisted the key in the door lock, the rest of the keys banging against the metal door. A bare yellow bulb to ward off bugs was screwed into a socket to the left of the door. I felt something burning on the back of my neck, turned around. In the trailer next door in the glare of a television, I saw an old man with Ronald Reagan's thick hair, sitting in a Lazy Boy rocker recliner, looking our way. As Kimiko finished opening the door she looked back over her right shoulder to see what I was looking at. "That is Arthur. He is harmless. I fucked him once and now he watches me like a hawk, begs me sometimes to give him another roll. Maybe some day if I am truly desperate." Kimiko spoke with no accent. I do not think she even spoke Japanese. Seeing her at first glance, I had imagined her sounding like geisha not able to say the letter r. I was such a racist. My grandfather, a survivor of the Bataan Death March did not care for the Japanese at all. Seeing your buddies beheaded on a jungle trail tends to cause one's polarization, I suppose. I loved the Japanese especially Japanese women. Hell, sushi was a favorite food of mine and what I knew of World War II came from books and John Wayne movies. In the Duke's movies if someone was beheaded you never actually saw the bloodletting. I had read of soldiers getting a hard on chopping off someone's head in one clean cut but that was one erection I had no desire to experience. Peggy in the vicinity there were no worries about me getting a raging hard on anyway. We followed Kimiko into her place. The place smelled of lemons and vanilla. To our left a small bedroom with a built in closet standing open and jammed tight with clothes, to the right of the closet two dressers covered with feminine things could be seen. Directly in front of the entry door was a bathroom with a tub too small for a normal sized person, but adequate for bathing with its shower head a tad too low for one of my height. To the right a small kitchen with a gas range, sink in a small counter top and full sized refrigerator abutted a combination living dining area. This area, not much bigger then the one bedroom held a dinette set, its side leaves folded down like a resting bird, a small sofa the size of a love seat and a 13 inch television mounted high on the wall corner that joined the patio door to a bay window looking out on the street. The place was pristine, muggy from being shut up all day. Nothing out of place save for several stacks of books near the green sofa and fashion magazines overflowing a sewing bag sitting in its wooden cradle next to the divan. Kimiko would have an easy time on a submarine. Peggy wearing a short blue skirt, the tiniest pink hue thrown into the color, matching blue heels and a button down white silk blouse, sat down on the divan. Before joining her, Kimiko turned on the air conditioner mounted in the bay window to the left of the sofa. Blasts of cool air quickly erased the muggy heat, making the place more comfortable immediately. Grabbing the nearest wooden captain's chair bracketing the small dinette table, I flipped it around and faced Peggy and Kimiko. I was still amazed by this woman's huge breasts. To find a Japanese woman in Des Moines, Iowa even more amazing. I had seen such bounty in such places as Las Vegas, San Francisco, New York, Paris, Rome, and London but never in the midst of the Corn Belt. Apparently, I looked in the wrong locales. "How about some wine," said Kimiko. "That would be great," said Peggy. "Yes," I chimed in. Kimiko moved gracefully to the beige refrigerator across from the kitchen sink, leaned down, jugs leading the way, removed a bottle of Moet, opened it swiftly, and poured the liquor into three small juice glasses patterned with tiny oranges attached to small green leaves. She handed me a glass, positioned the bottle near me; apparently, I was the designated pourer this evening. She carried the other two glasses to the divan, handed one glass to Peggy. The three of us did a round of toasts before Kimiko sat down next to Peggy. It did not take too long to finish the bottle, get a little buzz going. Convivial conversation quickly petered out, the silence filled by more salacious patter. Kimiko stroked Peggy's leg, trying not to be too obvious about it. Kimiko looked at me gauging my reaction to her less then subtle seduction of Mrs. Peggy Sanford. Peggy looked at me, smiled. I nodded my head at Kimiko, a giving of my blessing. I had sipped the wine not really tasting it. My eyes filled with the image of Kimiko's shirt twisted about her slender neck. On her throat I noticed her pulse visibly beating as a sign of her excitement. Peggy's blouse was completely off, down on the carpeted floor, her skirt bunched up around her hips. They kissed passionately and in no time they were nude on the divan and Kimiko was eating Peggy. Unzipping my pants, extracting my cock, I stroked away watching these two lovely women making love. Peggy leaned back against the low back of the love seat; spread her legs allowing better access for Kimiko's tongue. Peggy still wore her pumps; always something I appreciated watching her getting fucked by man, woman or me. "Fuck that pussy," Peggy said. "It feels so good. You have done this before." "Oh, yes. I love Roger's big fat cock in me but I love to eat pussy, being eaten by another woman's mouth too. Roger's penis will not be available for years I imagine." Roger, the boyfriend in jail, no doubt was taking it in the ass or some big black bull with bulging biceps and pecs like steel plates was making dear Roger suck him off at this very minute. Note to self. I had a buddy serving time in a French prison. I bet Peggy would be game to give him some head, let him fuck her in the visitor's room. Make it into a real fuckfest with other inmates and the guards doing her too. I knew she considered no cock out of bounds. In her youth she fucked her father and two uncles. Later, she blew and bedded her 18 year old son and four of his friends in one extremely lust filled day and night. I had a surprise planned for her the next day along those lines. The three of us, boiling over with lust, were soon in the sanctuary of Kimiko's bed. Kimiko going down on Peggy, I, my cock throbbing, buried inside Kimiko from behind, the classical doggy fucking posture, my fingers touching those immense globes on her chest for the first time. "Take the lube out of the nightstand and fuck me in the ass," Kimiko said to me. "Get it nice and deep." Outside it was dark and across the way Arthur in all likelihood was beating off. Kimiko had lit a small red candle sat it on the taller dresser while Peggy and I slipped under the sheets; it guttered, mutely lit the tiny room filled for the most part with the big bed. I leaned over to the squat little nigh stand with several paper books and a small feminine looking lamp on its surface, rooted around inside amidst the shadows of dildos, vibrators, Ben-Wa balls, nipple clamps, found the cool surface of a well used tube of K-Y jelly. Greasing my cock with the clear jelly, smearing a large dollop on Kimiko's anus, I easily slid my prick into her back door. Kimiko groaned as I settled into her. Since meeting Mrs. Peggy Sanford we had consumed vast quantities of K-Y jelly. She loved ass fucking no less then any other fucking. The first time she was fucked in the ass was by a Mexican, a former gardener and then a sex show star in Marseilles nicknamed El Jefe. This took place in the midst of small amphitheater filled with spectators watching couples fuck much like Roman citizenry once cheered on gladiators waging combat in ancient Rome. She also fucked him the conventional manner, sucked him off and her lust still not appeased she took on three other equally endowed men. All the fucking scrutinized by 100 sets of eyes many of them masturbating and others getting head at the same time. I crashed into Kimiko's tight young ass. To me, fucking a woman's butt was being the first to invade a virgin's booty. The channel my cock occupied resisted my assault, instinctively tried to repel me but I gave no ground and it was so delicious. "Fuck," I screamed. "Fuck." All this time Kimiko continued to peg Peggy down with her brushing mouth, roll her tongue around inside her, its pink color looking gunmetal gray in the candle's subdued light. Peggy cried out, groaned, moaned, and freely used the raunchy argot of the cheapest hooker spurring on a john to a quick release so another client could climb into one of her orifices. Naturally, the rule of such a tawdry hooker was always quantity not quality. In Peggy's case she appreciated quantity but valued most of all the quality of the fucking. As did I. I reveled in the quantity and quality of copulating with Peggy Sanford anytime and anywhere. My hands and arms tried to encompass Kimiko's jugs but found rough going. I dearly wanted to fuck those tits, slide my shaft into her mouth, spatter my sperm across her big boobs, and fill her mouth with loads of semen. Not to mention go down on her shaved pussy, have her and Peggy do my cock together. Kimiko and Peggy were oblivious to me. Even with my cock buried to the hilt in Kimiko's ass. Peggy fucked by me, simultaneously pleasured by another man, I did not detect such separation of her self. This was a sister's intimacy, unmatched by a man and woman wantonly wallowing on whatever fuck pad they found themselves on. All the parties frolicking in this bed had signed a treaty pledging to pleasure one another, but only the two females knew the language of the secret protocol of this concord. It was enticing though to watch, to participate even if I was sometimes a third wheel. Regardless of their private understanding, their unintentional but quite palpable distance I would soon fuck Peggy, fuck Kimiko, both of them pleasing my penis. One taking me in her mouth, the other playing with my balls or sucking them as ardently as the other worked her magic. "Honey, lick me deeper, drive your hot little tongue in. Give it to me; give me a good mouth fucking." I heard Peggy say under Kimiko lush shadowed figure. Hearing that, I jammed my cock into Kimiko deeper. The top of her coiffure nearly penetrating Peggy's snatch. After I came prodigiously in the vat of Kimiko's ass, I withdrew, crossed my legs and rubbed my slick cock watching the two of them fuck with total abandon. Peggy sucked the nipples on Kimiko's chest, bit them, and played with them with perfect white teeth. Kimiko returned the favor, dropped down on Peggy's perfectly fine jugs, sucked them into her mouth, and loved the hell out of them. Peggy ate Kimiko hungrily, showing the same devotion to her pussy as she gave to my cock. Peggy, the perfectionist at work, as a mother, a wife, and a stylish clothes horse was no different applying herself as the most wanton of women. Her bi-sexual self emerged at 18 as a college freshman. Since then she had experienced virtually every sort of sexual dalliance available to consenting adults. To look at this woman of such demure affability made her all the sexier in whatever she chose to do. The two of them rolled about the well disturbed bed fucking and making love. My fingers, its cluster of digits just a few days earlier tapping away at a keyboard preparing for tomorrow's festivities now slid up and down the hard meat rigidly jutting from between my legs. "Honey, you look lonely sitting there like Gandhi. Why don't you fuck Kimiko while I lick your balls?" We did so. My cock boosted into the trove between Kimiko's muscled thighs. Peggy squatted, licked my balls as I moved in and out of our new friend. She raked her long red nails across the sensitive underside of my gonads too. "You like that don't you tiger? Fuck this Japanese bitch, give it to her hard." The scratching of Peggy's fingers penetrated the soft jelly like substance of my sack, shot at a trillion miles an hour straight to pleasure center buried in my brain. Peggy's full red lips did the exact same thing. Pleasuring Peggy Sanford Continues If I died this very moment, I would do so at the summit of sexual ecstasy. Kimiko's pussy gripped me like a vice compressed to its limit but the pressure not hurting at all but merely drove me to even higher levels of orgiastic revelry. "Fuck that cunt," Peggy screamed out. I bet Arthur heard that. No headboard on the bed, Kimiko grabbed at the wall as I fucked her. Well above our heads, a wooden shelf held a long line of paperback books, they rumbled slightly. "Fuck, that feels so good, so good," she said. "After I come, I want to fuck those giant tits of yours, slide my cock into your mouth for a little head action." "Yes, please, yes. Make me cum." Sperm rushed into her. Kimiko draped her legs about my waist, smacked into the top of Peggy's bobbing head. "God, that feels so good," she said. For a time we took a break. We slept. Me in the middle, Peggy to my left, Kimiko to my right and each one of my ladies held on to my cock as we slumbered. At some point I tumbled to the refrigerator, cracked the door open and found a can of diet Coke, guzzled it down in maybe two gulps. I was that parched. Burping, trying to be low keyed about it, I returned to the bedroom, found Peggy and Kimiko going at it once more. I turned around, made my way to the love seat, turned on the TV, kept the volume turned down low, watched the final part of Good Bye, Mr. Chips on the Turner Classic Movie channel. I loved old movies. Oh to get a chance to boff Greer Garson, Ava Gardner, Gene Tierney in their prime. Especially, I wanted to do Ms Gardner, and of course, Liz Taylor, when she did Cat on a Hot Tin Roof. That movie always pissed me off though. A brilliant bit of writing by Tennessee Williams but how could Maggie the Cat's husband Brick Pollitt not fuck her until the very end of the movie. Total nonsense in my opinion even if it was clouded by fulfilled lust. An hour later after another movie commenced, I heard Peggy say, "Steve, we are so ready for you now." Using the remote, I turned off the TV and I was back betwixt Peggy and Kimiko before the signal reached the television I think. "How about letting two sexy and beautiful women suck your cock?" Peggy said. She was out of breath but not slowing down one iota. These two nubile vixens surrounded my cock like two teenage girls in the softest crinoline draping ribbons round a may pole. Taking turns, each one sucked my cock. Their styles in gulping down my penis were quite different but just as pleasurable. Peggy more aggressive did her special trick on my dick. Kimiko was a softer sucker but just as efficient. While one sucked, the other played with my shaft, stroked it, and ran her slender fingers across my balls. More super fast chords of pleasure raced to my pleasure center. "Ladies, you are going to kill me with nothing but your hot, little mouths." The fingers of my left hand fucked Peggy's boiling pussy. The fingers of my right hand fucked Kimiko's hot pussy. To be honest I am not sure who my semen went into. I think it was Kimiko but it might have been Peggy. Before morning light began filtering into the bedroom, I fucked Kimiko's tits and used the deep cleavage between them as a channel for my cock straight into her mouth. Of course Peggy and I fucked too and the two of them did each other while I watched. In the morning, the full light of day, Kimiko fixed us breakfast; we each showered, said our good byes and hit the road. Peggy and Kimiko did each other one last time while I bent down under the shower head. A few hours later as Peggy and I approached the house's front porch, I said, "This run down place once belonged to my grandfather. Now, I own what little is left of it. He was a much better crop duster then farmer, I think. He was a survivor of the Bataan Death March too. About fifteen years ago he caught my sweet grandma fucking an old Japanese guy. He killed them both and then turned the gun on himself." "My God, did he do all that here?" "No, he did it in a cheap motel in Des Moines." "I am sorry honey." "I did not know them all that well. He hated the Japanese though and I guess when he saw his wife sleeping with the enemy, he totally lost it." By this time we stood on the porch looking into the house through the mesh of a severely lacerated screen door. "No ghosts or ghouls here lover," I said. "Something much better, you will like it." Through the cloudy haze made by the screen, Peggy Sanford saw a small white teddy bear wearing a red sweater, a white heart in the center of its chest sitting in the center of the living room floor. The little guy was surrounded by the refuse of transients often spending the night. The bear held on to a foil covered balloon filled with helium. Happy Valentine was written across its shiny surface in big bold red letters. "I know it's late for Valentine's Day but we had not met yet had we?" While she focused her attention on the bear, at least 30 naked men poured from the several rooms clustered around the living room. "The bear and all those bare men are for you lover. I coordinated most of it on my computer, made some calls. Joe and Frank and Teddy standing right there are old friends of mine and they are wired in to the sexy underbelly of this region. They helped too." "I wondered why we came to Iowa of all places," Peggy Sanford said. Her eyes were already inflamed and without looking, I knew her pussy was drenched, the fluid about ready to dribble down her thighs. "I have several guys with the biggest cocks anywhere. I have guys into bondage, discipline, sadism and masochism and they have all their tools. I have guys who NEVER lose their erections; guys that make money shots right on queue. One guy is nearly a double for your son; another one resembles your old man down to his goatee. The guy right there is like the greatest expert in the world when it comes to the Karma Sutra. The man standing there has killed three women fucking them to death. He has promised to tone it down fucking you. I may even have an alien from the planet Orgasmatune. Those guys there are known for the sheer quantity they can produce of sperm and every one of these guys, all of them, maybe not the alien, is medically cleared and raring to go. For today and tonight I do nothing but watch you get fucked and fuck. I think your personal best fucking men one after the other is 21 or 22 so I wanted to make sure at least 30 had their way with you. I considered inviting Harmony Hill, a lusty friend of mine but I wanted you to be the only female getting the attention. After you are all finished, I fuck you as the finale." We stepped into the living room and all the men reached out toward Peggy, started mauling her. "Strip bitch so we can get down to business," one of the men in the crowd said.