0 comments/ 127270 views/ 6 favorites Twister By: 8meout I stepped out of the bathtub, feeling rejuvenated. I had soaked myself until the water was chilly and I was as wrinkled as a newborn baby. I had needed to "relieve some tension." The majority of the time was spent masturbating: rubbing my nipples, tantalizing my clit with the tepid water, and, on occasion, shoving a thumb into my tiny, much-neglected asshole. I remember when I was a college student: I had plenty of time to masturbate and explore. I could take a portable hand-held mirror, prop it just right on the floor, and spend hours staring at my twat and how it looked engulfing my fat, clear dildo. My pussy just opened up and took it in, its lips enveloping the rubber dick. I was undecided as to whether I should dress now, or linger a little longer in the nude. I was horny beyond belief and I still had a porno left that I hadn't returned to the video store. So, I popped "Dethroned" into the VCR, just to watch the lesbian scene in which Johnni Black and Alex Taylor pleased each other with lips, tongues, and dildos. "You like to be pussy-fucked?" Alex inquired, twisting and turning the dildo inside Johnni's hole. It was hard to believe that her tiny cunt could accommodate such a thick dick, but in no time, her pink kitty swallowed the schlong. Johnni had spread her legs to their widest, giving Alex full access to her slit. "Yeah...yeaahhhhh...yeahhhh...yeahhh," she moaned. Alex applied her tongue to Johnni's clit, sending her over the edge. She increased her thrusting motion with the dildo stuffed inside the blonde's cunt. Alex removed the dildo from Johnni’s pussy, just to shove it into her waiting ass. "Yeaaahhhh...," Johnnie moaned, raising one leg in the air. "You gonna play with your clit for me?" Alex asked, still drilling at her asshole. Johnni began slapping at her clit, and begging for Alex to shove that big cock up her ass. The scene faded to black and then two other little-known porn stars appeared on the screen. Damn, I had almost forgotten I was supposed to be getting dressed to leave and go shopping with my English chum, Shannon. Screwing around–literally–with those porn flicks could always make me fuck off a whole day with little explanation on why I hadn't gotten a damn thing done that I had started out to do. I pressed rewind on the VCR and headed back to my bedroom to sort out the clothing options that were before me. "Something cute, something sexy," I said, thinking aloud. I decided to peek out the window, and was startled for what I saw. For this to be the middle of July, the grey sky was threatening rain and the clouds were equally as menacing. ‘Great,’ I thought, ‘I'm trying to be cute, but it looks like it's gonna rain.’ I dressed as I usually would: a tight-fitting top and no bra, a thong, hip-huggers, and some old, well-worn Nikes. I trekked off to the bathroom and applied my face: the usual sun screen with SPF 25, red lipstick, fluffed eyelashes, and a thin line of black eyeliner on my top lid. The doorbell rang, jolting me out of my thoughts. I peeked through the peephole and saw my English chum standing in the hallway, disappointment etched on her face. "Hello, matey," I said, in my faux English accent. "Hi, mate," she replied, her voice low and unenthusiastic. "What's wrong..?" I asked and then I stopped myself. I already knew by the raindrops on her jacket what the deal was. Rain depresses and makes her homesick at the same time. She had been in America over a year and a half with little problem, but it was times like this that really got to her. She yanked off her shoes, plopped on my couch, and began sharing stories with me of her life back in the U.K. I could see without even asking our shopping adventure had suffered a quick demise. I removed my shoes and jacket, and prepared myself for a quiet evening at home. I stared at her for a long time, letting her caramel-colored beauty arouse me. She was quite a sight to see. She possessed high cheekbones, a long, graceful neck, wide eyes, a narrow nose, and a cosmetically altered, yet perfect smile. Her breasts were crushed and pushed together tightly in the low-cut, cleavage-baring short sleeve shirt. The outline of her nipple rings were apparent as she was braless, too. Her pants gathered awkwardly around her narrow waistline as she toyed with her belly chain. I felt myself getting moist as I thought about her. I knew she was bi-sexual. Hell, bisexual wasn't the word for it! In the UK, people having a lover or two of the same gender was no big deal! In fact, it was expected! Legend had it that the kings and queens of the monarchy had multiple lovers of the same sex, and it was nothing or which to be ashamed. She has told me countless stories of herself and some of her female lovers. "Hey, you want to see some old geeky pictures of me?" I asked, hoping to see a smile on her face. I rushed over to my hall closet to dig for a picture album I had nestled away. She was on my heels, fast behind me. I was digging aimlessly for the album that seemed to elude me when she interrupted my futile search with a question. "What's this?" she asked, holding a box in one hand. I looked up and tried to make out the lettering on the tattered box. Time had faded the once bright colors to a dull yellow shade. I removed the box from her hands and carried it to the couch. Opening the box, I saw a large sheet with different colored circles on it. "Twister. It's a family game," I replied, tossing the box to the side. "How do you play?," she asked, tilting her head to one side. "Ummm, you spin this piece around, and when it lands on a color, you have to coordinate your body part to that color. So, if it lands on a foot, on the red circle, you place a foot in the red circle. It can get real crazy. You might find yourself in some awkward positions doing this game." "Sounds like fun, matey. Let's give it a go!," she said, spreading the game board on the floor. We went three rounds of Twister, each of us getting ourselves in a "compromising position." One time, my head was damn near in her crotch, given that the red circle was between her legs. I had to bend over backward–literally–and keep my face upward in order to avoid accidental "muff-to-mouth action." I began to tire, not having done any real exercise for months. I sat on my couch, taking deep breaths. Shannon was still on the floor, spinner in hand, calling out the colors when the arrow landed on them. "Red! Blue! Yellow!" she announced to no one in particular. I smiled and thought it was so cute on how easily she was amused by small things. "There are some colors missing, no?" she whispered. "No, Shan, they are all there. They only give you roughly four to work with and that is it. Unless you want to add some more. I have some Magic Markers in the second drawer of the linen closet." I was still fantasizing about her when she flashed me her pierced nipples! "Brown," she announced, indicating the color of her areolas. "We need a brown circle," she said, smirking devilishly. I was shocked! The demure English woman was behaving badly! "Do you have any brown circles we could add to the board?" she asked, still holding her shirt up after she made her impromptu announcement. Her eyes glistened in the dim light. I was amazed, yet aroused. Was she kidding? Was she trying to call my bluff? Before I could say a word, she removed her shirt and stuffed a hand down her pants!! She closed her eyes and rubbed her left nipple, occasionally pinching into stiff submission, while her right hand explored her sex. "There is another color they should have used too," she said, her eyes meeting mine. "Really? What's that?" I asked, pretending not to be bothered by her blatant show of self-love. "Pink," she responded by pulling her panties to the side and exposing her pink snatch. I crawled down next to her, placing kisses on her tits, rapidly working my way down to her love nest. Shannon had told me she had endured many lovers, and assuming some with dicks bigger than Texas. Her pussy was clean-looking, but it was losing some elasticity. But that turned me on all the more! I took her labia in my mouth, and pulled, letting it slide out of my mouth, just so I could retrieve it again. "Tongue it, baby," she responded, as I let her labia slip from my mouth once again. I slid my tongue into her hot box and felt her muscles clamp down on me. She was warm and slippery on the inside. Her pubic hair tickled my nose as I began nursing her swollen hole. "Yes," she moaned, almost whispering. I lapped at her hole tirelessly, savoring every taste of her delectable cunt. I slid two fingers in, and watched her lose control! "Mmmm, yes! More, more," she yelled. I thrust even faster and harder into her pink canal. "More fingers, baby," she moaned softly. I inserted my middle finger from each hand inside her, and began to pull them apart, stretching her hole wider. My tongue dove in, racing to find her G-spot. "Oh, you Yanks know how to 'capture' a woman's juices, eh? I never knew Yanks were so bloody randy," she whispered, pulling her legs back and giving me better access to her hole. I slid two pillows beneath her pelvis, putting her love box at a slight angle. I plunged one finger deep in her asshole, as I tongue-fucked her messy snatch. "Oh, oh, oh,..." Shannon moaned. I was in paradise! The woman I had been secretly yearning for was letting me give her a tongue-bath and I was savoring every moment! Sometimes my licks were slow and deliberate and sometimes quick and teasing. Sometimes she would lie there and moan, giving me instructions. Other times she would wiggle her pelvis as if she was trying to escape my probing tongue. Occasionally, my tongue would wander down to her asshole, where I'd gently prod to see if she was willing to let me in. I'd massage her anus with the tip of my index finger and then -BAM- slide my tongue across her asshole, sending her into orgasmic bliss. My mouth filled with a sweat-salty mix and that's when I had realized she had squirted!! She was multi-orgasmic and sometimes squirted a whole foot!! I scurried off to the bathroom, to wash my face and brush my teeth. When I returned, Shannon was still on the floor, motionless. "Mate, do all women fuck like you?" she asked, toying with her belly chain. "I suppose, so. Why?" "I mean, I've never had a woman go down on me like that before. You're an animal when it comes to having your wicked way with a woman. Just bloody brilliant!" she exclaimed. I smirked and began putting on my shoes. "Where are you going?" "Shopping, sweets. You coming along?" "Of course! But only after one more round of Twister," she said, sliding a hand up my shirt. "Aw, damn," I said, feigning disappointment. She unbuttoned my pants and slid one finger in my moistening twat, while her tongue played in my mouth. ‘To hell with the mall,’ I thought, ‘their lines are too long anyway.’ Twister Danny and I were making it in the kitchen, to be more precise, over the kitchen sink. He had it on him that he'd catch me when I was doing the washing up after a meal. I always dished up something for him when he visited. But a knock at the front door put the mockers on that. We could have just ignored it I guess and carried on fucking but then, well I'd be wondering who it was and anyway I was expecting a rather special parcel containing something I had ordered from Ann Summers. "Must you answer now, Pete?" Dan asked begrudgingly ( well he was ain full penetration of me and was very reluctant to come out of me). I told him it may be to his advantage if I answered and I could see his mind was boggling as he slowly released me, that beautiful pounding cock leaving me numb. "won't be long, Danny and then we can resume." He slapped my buttocks wildly and I felt the sting. "Ouch" I cried but really liking it. It was the parcel from Ann Summers, I managed to take it from the post girl through the gap in the door but could see she was very inquisitive and I saw her eyes looking downwards with a very alluring look. I swear I could have had her just like that if the time was right, but being fucked by Danny was quite enough. I started to open the parcel. "Sod it, can't that wait" complained Danny, plying his cock towards me, wanting to continue the fuck. "Well okay, you sex beast you!" I fired back grabbing his cock and getting my rear back in place over the sink, holding onto the taps to secure myself when he was ardently thrusting into me. "Make it tweak again for me, Pete?. I love that." Danny liked to take a break between fucking to closely scrutinise my asshole - and I liked to give him that extra little treat which I knew would bring on a very delightful slow sucking, and to feel his tongue licking me up was a lovely feeling. For a while he enjoyed nudging my ass, stretching them wide apart as he sniffed and tasted, running his fingers down from my hole to my balls and bunching then as he continued his deep sucking motion between my bulging ass cheeks, then he'd suck my balls one by one and masturbate me - all the time whispering how much he adored me. It was all a wonderful preparation for his continued fuck as he groaned and pressed his full stiffness into me, moving this way and then that way, fucking me in different ways to get the best quality fuck inside me, I still had his taste in my mouth as he came to a head after earlier sucking him and now he was cuming again in no uncertain terms as I felt the squeeze of his strong hands around my thighs, delivering with a satisfying moan his lot into me. When we both got our breath back I went back to the parcel, still feeling the remnants of his fuck inside me. And when I opened it there it was on full view and I am glad Danny was there to see too. It was my new spiral anal vibrator, my aim ; to have something to remind me of Danny when he was away , it was well crafted and Danny, holding it against his still erect cock was impressed, the size and width of it similar to his cock. "Let's give it a try shall we, Pete? I would love to initiate you with the pleasures if a vibrator in your ass." Of course I wanted that, it was always nicer when someone else did it for you. He followed the instructions and massaged lots of lube into me which was nice enough, although I was still well numb after his fuck of me. "Now on all fours like when we are fucking doggy style" Danny said so I settled myself the way he liked me, leaning on my forearms to give the best presentation of my rear for his enjoyment and waited in anticipation for the feel and buzz of the vibrator inside me. It was nice, different too, Danny gently twisted it inside me, that's what it was called 'the twister' and for a good while I enjoyed the most wonderful feel of vibrator massaging me inside and the stunning feel of the vibrating up there too. Danny made it even better by dipping his cock into my mouth and the combined feeling his massaging cock in my mouth and the massage below was out of this world, in fact as his tongue captured mine after , the vibrator still implanted deep in me, I felt myself reach a wonderful climax as Danny made me spurt over his cock and balls. We got to using 'twister'; frequently after that which was always a special treat but could never really match the fuck of Danny. The Headmaster's Office 06: Twisting on the Gallows Pole Author's Note All characters appearing in this work are over the age of 18 and are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Prologue It's possible I'm not Mr Gallows' favourite person at the moment. It's equally possible that I am in fact his number one favourite person ... OK, top five, whatever. It very much depends on what is happening right now in the gym. My two minute biography -- in case you need catching up -- is this: I'm in my final year at a posh boarding school in Sydney. At the beginning of the school year, I accidentally seduced the headmaster (that's Mr Gallows -- very tall, cute, little bit nerdy, wonderful lover) and we have been seeing each other secretly ever since. Not long after, I was seduced (that's my story, and I'm sticking to it) by my roommate (that's Rupali -- very tall, sexy, little bit funny, wonderful lover) and we have also been seeing each other ever since. Now here's the tricky bit, so pay attention: Rupali and Mr Gallows had complimentary sexual fantasies. I took it as my solemn duty to put them together and as a result Mr Gallows knows about me and Rupali, but Rupali only knew that I was sleeping with a mystery man. She thought it was one of the boy boarders and I was protecting his identity; she had no idea it was a faculty member, let alone the headmaster. This was a good thing because if news gets out then he's out of a job: forever probably. The reason I might not be so popular with Mr Gallows is because Rupali found out. From me, no less! But it wasn't my fault. The reason why I might be very popular is because Rupali wants to share him with me ... and she can be pretty persuasive. And it's all happening right now. Anyway, that's a story for another day. For now, here's the first part of the story of how she found out about us. Enjoy. Love, Belinda. P.S. One more thing you need to know in case you missed my earlier stories: Mr Gallows invents and modifies sex toys as a hobby. I told you he's a bit nerdy. Love, B. ~~~ I may only be 18 (well 19 next month) but I know how the world works. If you need a favour, a big favour, then you're wise to catch your target when they're grateful for your company -- or in a moment of weakness -- but ideally both. I needed a favour from Mr Gallows; I needed him to make me a sex toy. Rupali recently bought me a gift: a strapless strap-on dildo. Our relationship is not especially lesbian -- or even bi-sexual -- we're just curious girls and we have sex the way we would with guys. It's more convenient this way because we don't get many opportunities to go out with guys in the senior girls' dorm, so tongues and strap-ons make a lot of sense. The dildo was a gift for me -- not for her -- because of its size; I mean I could wear it to make love to her (yes, I've tried), but it's too small to make her come. She can climax with my tongue or my fingers, but the only other times have been using nine inches of Silver (the famous Senior Girls' Dorm double-ended dildo) and with Mr Gallows (also nine inches). Try as I might (and yes, again, I've tried), I can't find a nine inch strapless strap-on online. Why strapless? Nobody who had tried both a strapless and a strappy (is that even a word?) dildo would ask. There is no comparison. Spike -- that's our name for the strapless dildo - is ready to go in seconds; no mucking about with straps and buckles and tightening and blah, blah, blah; just slip it in and get to work. But that's not the main thing: a girl with a strappy looks ... well ... a little ridiculous. I'm not sure why; she just does. Even a beautiful girl like Rupali -- it just detracts. But a strapless looks like it belongs; I wouldn't exactly say it looks real -- unless you get the light just right -- but it looks right ... purposeful ... sexy. Mr Gallows has made us some stunningly impressive sex toys and I promised Rupali that I would ask my mystery man for a nine inch strapless. After I agreed to ask, then she dropped the bomb: she wanted the dildo modelled on his cock. I tried to imagine his cock -- with all of its familiar curves and contours -- on my body while I made love to Rupali. Weird? Maybe a little. Sexy? Oh my goodness, yes! Would I ask him? Oh, please! ~~~ I was going to have to pull out all stops for this favour; he was going to need some serious softening up. I love an erotic game and the people I involve usually approve; Mr Gallows is no exception. I figured that a new game -- one tailored especially for him -- was a sure bet to curry favour. All this happened last month. Mr Gallows and I always time our meetings so that we can come and go undetected, but that makes it difficult when I share a room with Rupali; more so these days when we share a single bed. As a result, it had been a fortnight since we had last met and our texts to each other were getting a little desperate. I considered that the best approach was to come clean with Rupali and let her know what I was planning; otherwise I would never get the chance to pull it off. "Sweetie," I began, choosing a vulnerable moment when we were changing out of our uniforms after school. "Would it be OK if I snuck out tonight after lights-out? On my own?" "Why?" she asked, turning around to smile at me in her bra and panties. "Got a special delivery coming from your mystery man?" "Kind of, yeah," I said tentatively, looking down at my feet. "It's been a while." "What's in it for me?" she asked, grinning. "Well its funny you ask," I answered brightly. "Because tonight I'm going to ask him for that favour: the new toy." "Ooooh goody!" she laughed, eyes flashing with excitement. "And he'll model it on himself, right? I only ask because you won't let me have the real thing again." "I'm sorry Sweetie," I apologised sincerely. "I can't tell you why, but you have to trust me: it's not because I don't want to; I just can't." "No I'm sorry," she sighed, coming over for a hug. I felt a now familiar tingle as her firm breasts pressed into my cheek (she is thirteen inches taller than me, so that's as high as I reach). "I shouldn't give you a hard time about it. But it's really hard not to feel just a little jealous. In some ways I almost wish you didn't orchestrate that Fantasy Night; then I wouldn't know what I was missing." I felt bad about that too. Mr Gallows and I aren't exclusive and I would love nothing more than to share him with Rupali -- preferably at the same time -- but he was immovable on the subject. The risks we took on that one night were bad enough and he reckons I was lucky to pull it off without him being discovered. Maybe he's right, but I do hate to keep these two halves of my sex life separate. So that was Ruplai sorted: I had my leave-pass. The next step was a text to Mr Gallows: "New game :-D CU 2nite?" I got a reply back within about thirty seconds; I like that about him: he's not concerned about appearing too keen like boys my age. "11pm Teachers' Lounge. Can't wait." And yes, I shit you not, he uses grammatically correct apostrophes in his texts. ~~~ Rupali and I went to our own beds that night and when I turned on my torch to get dressed again she opened her eyes to watch me sneak out. "Why're you wearing that?" she whispered. "Insurance," I hissed. "Go to sleep, you're making me feel all guilty for leaving you." "I can't sleep," she said in her best guilt-inducing voice. "Tell me a bedtime story." Then seeing the frustration and urgency on my face: "Please? Just a little one and then I can go to sleep." "Mmmmm," I grumbled. "OK. Shove over." She knows I'm a sucker for story-telling and she's not above manipulating me to entertain her. I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it. She rolled away from me, facing the wall, and I slipped into bed behind her, reaching around under her armpit to cup one large, full breast. She wriggled back contentedly against my body. "Who's it about?" she asked. "This is a story I haven't finished writing yet, so I may need to make bits of it up as I go," I said. "It's about a guy called Bob." "Is this Bob your Physics lab partner?" she sighed complainingly. "No-oo!" I said in my most convincing As-If voice. "Cos you've got such a schoolgirl crush on him," she teased. "What? Do not!" I defended myself vehemently. "OK then, what's this Bob like," she said resignedly, giving up the chase. "Handsome. But in a geeky-cute kind of way. Way shy with girls." "Oh my God," she giggled. "It is so Bob from Physics. You are so in denial!" "So it seems you don't want a story ...," I said coolly, belying the blush on my cheeks. "I apologise Blinny," she said primly, following it with a little snort of laughter. "Please continue." "OK. So Bob's on a plane. And today he's B.O.B -- that's flight-attendant code for Best On Board -- the cutest guy on the plane ..." I went on with the story, stroking her breast through the slippy satin of her nightie, lifting my head and whispering hotly in her ear as I got to the sexy bits. I could tell Rupali had a hand under her nightie and was stroking herself to the cadence of my voice and my hand on her breast. As I reached the climax, with a beautiful flight attendant impaled and coming on Bob's hard shaft in the airplane bathroom, Rupali stiffened and reached her own quiet orgasm in my arms. I quickly closed out the story, leaving an opening for the next instalment in the best tradition of 1001 Arabian Nights, then kissed her and slipped silently out the door, through the dorm and downstairs to the teachers' lounge at the foot of the stairs. Sometimes I meet Mr Gallows in sick-bay so that we can use the recovery cot, but it means I have to sneak all the way out of the building, so I prefer the lounge even without something comfortable to lie on. Mr Gallows was already there; sitting on the couch drinking a glass of wine. My usual greeting is to run and launch myself into his arms, but with the bag of tricks I was carrying and the awkward possibility of upending his wine glass, I just padded over, left my bag on the coffee table and gently straddled his lap with my knees, leaning my whole body close and kissing him softly on the lips. "I missed you, Sir," I breathed, kissing him again, a little harder this time. "Me too," he said through my kisses, adjusting himself inside his pants. "Wine?" "Are you allowed to offer me alcohol?" I quizzed him. "I thought there was a rule about that." "Are you serious?" he asked, pulling back and looking at me with his brows knitted together. In fairness, he was deeply conflicted about having sex with a student, but he has long since rationalised it to himself. "No, I'm fucking with you again," I smiled. "I'll just sip yours; I don't want you getting me drunk and taking advantage of me." I took his glass and did exactly that. "I think the opposite is a much more distinct possibility," he laughed. "Exactly what do you have in store for me? Oh, and nice dress, by the way, Belinda." It was tradition for me to wear my old summer school dress when we met privately. I bought it before my boobs grew in and hemmed it to a racy length. It was what I was wearing the first time we made love. It's either borderline obscene or incredibly sexy, depending on your mindset, and Mr Gallows was very firmly in the second camp. "Well," I began. "You know how you love my games?" "Hmmmm. Yeeeeees?" he said suspiciously. "Well I've made one just for you," I chirped. "How thoughtful," he smiled. "What makes it so special that it's especially for me?" "OK," I said, getting off his lap and picking up my bag with a smile. "So I Googled the 1980's and according to several impeccable sources you guys practically spent the entire decade playing ....," I paused for dramatic effect, reaching into my bag. "Strip Twister!" I sang, pulling out an ancient Twister game that I rescued from a cupboard in the dorm. I gave him my sunniest smile: "So whaddaya think?" He laughed, deeply and genuinely; I could see tears standing out in the corners of his eyes. "OK," he said, getting himself under control. "Just a point of interest. No, two points." "If you know what's good for you then they'd both better be about how good this idea is," I scowled, smiling at the same time. "That goes without saying," he said. "Your ideas are always wonderful and this one is no exception. But ... ," he paused, then sensing he was out of trouble: "You do realise I was a child in the 1980s; I wasn't playing strip-anything. I'm Generation X; you're thinking about the tail end of the baby-boomers, and even then it was only the ones who were too stoned to realize that free love was over and they missed out." "Will this history lesson take long, Sir? I'm horny." "No. But even though Twister was known as Sex in a Box, kids played it too. A lot! But we followed the rules in the box, not the strip version," he went on. "The thing you really ought to know before you get into this is that I ... ," then he stood up to his full 6'4" with his arms spread to a similar span and one eyebrow raised: "... have Go-Go-Gadget arms! I ... am ... a Twister ... Rock Star!" "What's a Go-Go-Gadget?" I said. "I thought you said you Googled the '80's," he laughed. "Well there was some stuff there that wasn't about Twister," I defended myself. "I had to skim it." "Clearly!" "Well," I said, circling him and trailing my fingers over his groin as I looked up into his face. "You sound pretty ... cocky, Sir! Are you prepared to defend your Twister title?" "Bring it," he smiled, stopping me and bending down for a kiss. "So tell me, what are the rules of Strip Twister?" "Simple," I said. "Play like normal, but when you foul you remove a piece of clothing." "So what constitutes a foul?" "We'll play by ear," I grinned, laying out the mat. "Don't worry, I'll tell you if you do anything wrong." "Uh oh. I sense trouble." "No. You sense fun," I said. "Trust me. How many pieces of clothing are you wearing?" He had already taken off his tie and shoes. He did a quick tally: "Five." "Hmmm. I have three," I said, watching his face carefully to make sure I caught the disappointment when he realised I was actually wearing panties, which are not part of our tradition with this school dress. "I'll have to put on some socks," I said reaching back into my bag and bringing out the next part of my master plan to soften him up. I had them already pre-rolled and ready to go: sheer white stockings with elasticised lacy tops that don't need suspenders. I sat on the couch and rolled them slowly over my feet and up my legs while he watched. They finished about half way up my thighs; just a few inches below the hem of my dress. I stood up again, smoothing out my dress and looked down at the stockings. "Will these do?" "Socks?" he said, sensing that I might have more surprises in store. "These old things? Don't you like them? You could always just take your socks off and we could both start with three," I said innocently. "You know Google says your prudey old 1980's people started with eight or more" "No," he said, resignedly. "I have no objection to the socks." His eyes hadn't stopped flipping between the sheer white nylon and the strip of bare thigh above. "No objection at all." "Good," I smiled, standing on my two dots at one end of the game mat, wiggling my hips to make my dress sway enticingly above the stockings. "I'm glad that's settled. Get set Gadget man." "Who's running the spinner?" he asked. "Oh, you poor Luddite," I giggled, getting out my phone and opening the voice-activated Twister app. "There's an app for that, Grandad! Spin!" I called. "Left foot ... yellow," said the phone. His right foot was already on yellow so he quickly moved his other foot over to the adjacent dot. Rather than staying on my end of the mat, I stretched all the way to the next yellow in front of him to trap him at that end. My legs were spread pretty wide, but low-centre-of-gravity is my thing. I wasn't worried. After a few moves we were both crouched down at his end of the mat and I had him penned. We already had two limbs on yellow and when it came up again I quickly snagged the nearest vacant dot, leaving only the very far end for him. He touched me as he reached behind me with one of those long arms and I bumped him back, knocking him on his ass. "Foul for sitting," I piped in as soon as he touched down. "And another foul for touching me. Lose the socks, Sir." He looked at me with a scowl and a smile all in one. "Am I to understand that bumping is permitted, Belinda?" "Who bumped?" I said innocently. "I was just getting set to reposition my weight when you touched me. You were clearly at fault." He scowled back, trying not to smile and failing. "Don't forget those socks ... Sir," I said, deadpan. He took off the socks and visibly steeled himself to go on without complaint. He was going to get harder to trick after that one. We played for a few more minutes and between my speed and his reach there were no more fouls. Finally I was blocked, unable to spread my arms to opposite sides of the mat; he called my foul gleefully. I looked at him with big, innocent, schoolgirl eyes, batting my lashes. "What do you want me take off, Sir?" I asked breathily. "I could start with the stockings ... unless ... you know ... you want me to leave them on? They are part of a matching set ... but, you know, it's your choice." "Well," he considered. "They do look very nice ... and part of a matching set, you say?" "Yes, Sir," I said, looking away and smiling, pretending to be shy. "A four piece set. I bought it specially." "Oh? I see," he mused. "Specially, huh? So really, it would be ungrateful of me not to let you show them all off together." "Well I didn't say that, Sir," I said. "But sure, that's one way to look at it." "Oh, I wouldn't like to seem ungrateful," he shook his head. "What else could you take off instead, do you think?" "There's really only this, Sir," I said softly, looking up at him through my eyelashes as I fingered the collar of my school dress. I deftly popped the top button and then ran a finger slowly down past the remaining buttons. "Do you think you could give me a hand with it?" With that I stood up in front of him, looking at him crouched in front of me and giving him the whole my-hero and maiden-in-distress routine. He knelt in front of me -- our faces level and eyes locked. Yep, he liked this game. Very slowly, he undid the buttons over my breasts where the fabric stretched a bit too tight; the edges gaped a little but didn't expose anything more than a bit of cleavage. The next button below my breasts exposed the white underwire frame of my bra. I drew a quivering breath, but I wasn't play-acting like before; I was getting seriously aroused now, anxious for him to unbutton me further and discover the special bra and panties I wore just for him. He continued to the last button at about my navel and then stopped to look at me for a moment: dress unbuttoned and hanging loosely, knowing that with little more that a shrug of my shoulders, it would fall to the floor leaving me standing only in my bra, panties, and those long, sheer stockings. With very slow, deliberate movements, he moved his fingers under the dress at my shoulders, sliding them slowly up and under the fabric, relishing the touch of my bare skin as he watched the front lift and then open wider as he pushed over my shoulders. As his hands rounded my shoulders, gravity final took over and the entire dress fell to the floor and pooled around my ankles. His surprise was exactly as I had hoped; he expected a sexy, lacy bra; but not this. It was a quarter-cup; nothing more than strip of lace and underwire separating and lifting my breasts without covering any more than the undersides. It rounded and swelled the tops and sides, leaving the nipples fully exposed; like the stockings and the panties -- which he hadn't noticed yet -- they were part of a set that is designed to be left on for lovemaking. The Headmaster's Office 06: Twisting on the Gallows Pole "Oh good lord," he whispered, his hands still on my shoulders, but his eyes now greedily drinking in the full curves of my breasts with the nipples hardening and standing proud as I anticipated the thrill of his touch. "You are extraordinary." "That's nice," I smiled. "Shirt and pants, Sir." "Huh?" his gaze returned reluctantly to my eyes. "You abandoned your spots and you touched me. Two fouls. Shirt and pants." He hadn't yet noticed that my panties were crotchless, but it was starting register that having me in my underwear was actually a preferred scenario to being naked -- and the sooner he was naked, the sooner he could enjoy the new pleasures that my underwear offered. I watched him remove his trousers first as I kicked my dress aside, his cock long and hard and straining uncomfortably halfway down the leg of his lycra shorts. I resumed my position on the Twister mat as he opened his shirt and pulled it back from the hard, ropy muscles of his chest. I crouched down on the Twister mat with my knees apart, waiting for him to notice my pussy peeking out through the window in my panties. They weren't the French-knickers style, with loose legs and a long slit that always reminds me of men's Y-front briefs; they were bikini style, close fitting and curve-hugging. The crotch wasn't slitted; it was an open oval shape, embroidered around the edge to frame and display the vagina. Everything about this ensemble was designed not to cover and hide, but to present and enhance the female form so that it can be enjoyed both physically and visually. As he crouched back down, his eyes registered the contrast between my shaved labia and the white lace. They flicked downwards, blinked and widened as he hitched another breath. I was pleased to see his cock throb and strain under his shorts as a small dark stain of pre-cum formed on the leg. "Problem," I asked, smiling at him. "You've put a lot of thought into this, haven't you," he said, very seriously. "Of course," I replied, touched that he noticed. "Maybe we can find a way for you to return the favour. Spin!" "Left hand, yellow," said the phone. ~~~ The game had changed to one of cat and mouse; he spent the next dozen or so moves chasing me around the mat, trying to engineer positions that brought us into erotic contact. As part of the game, I tried to keep away from him, but finally I was forced into taking a spot that placed a breast right in front of his lips. Without hesitation, he took the hard nipple between his lips, kissing it and softly sucking it, lighting up little sparks of excitement as I felt his tongue glide over the sensitive tip and explore the little bumps of the areole. "That was a lovely foul, Sir. Thank you," I breathed. "Oh dear, did I just lose my last piece of clothing?" he said disingenuously. "Mmm hmmm," I confirmed, my eyes locked on the thick contours of his cock beneath the tight lycra. It had been two weeks since I had had him inside me, and I was literally quivering with anticipation. I couldn't wait to see it again; every time I do -- no matter how often -- I can never quite grasp the physics of how something so long and thick can possibly enter something as tiny and tight as my vagina. I know in my head that I cannot take it all; my eyes always mark the invisible line seven inches from the tip and I wonder anew what those last two inches would feel like inside me, what it would be like to have his groin pressed into mine as we ground against each other. "Would you like to do the honours?" he asked. I nodded, swallowing hard, my heart hammering in my chest. I turned my eyes up to him. "No more fouls, OK? We're just playing for position." He agreed and I got up on my knees in front of him, my face inches away from that straining bulge. I wanted to rip his shorts off, but I moved slowly and savoured the excitement building inside me, making my hands shake as I smoothed them over his covered thighs at the sides, around to his buttocks to squeeze the hard flesh there, and then slowly back around to the front. My left hand ran harmlessly over his thigh, but my right closed over the hardness of his cock that ran halfway down the leg of his shorts. I stroked its length, testing the firmness with the tips of my fingers. Wanting to prolong my rediscovery of his cock, I got to my feet and walked behind him, my hand never leaving that wonderful hardness which would soon open me up and pin me to the floor. From behind I closed my eyes and moved both hands up over his stomach; fingers splayed, tracing the hard contours of his abdominal muscles. Standing close with my nipples pressed lightly against his back, I moved further up to his chest, feeling his strong pectorals and lightly brushing his own nipples with my fingertips, making them harden like mine. Back down again, just a few breathless seconds away from my first handful of cock for a fortnight, my fingers reached his waistband and passed beneath without pause. Finally I closed my fingers around the root of his manhood; thumb curling over the top and fingers exploring underneath, touching his balls and stroking along that thick cum-carrying vein. I wanted to release him from his shorts before I explored the rest of his shaft, so I reluctantly brought both hands back up, hooked my thumbs into the waistband and slid them down over his hips. As I got to his thighs, I reached around and gently released his erection from the pants leg before lowering them down to the floor. From my position behind him I still couldn't see my prize, but I wanted to feel it first; measure it with my hands before I did with my eyes. With my arms reaching around his body, I wrapped both hands around the base and held it like a sword, tilted up to the ceiling. For one perverse moment I almost made light-sabre sounds: humming and striking ... You can't win, Darth. If you strike me down, I shall become more powerful than you could possibly imagine. Maybe next time. Now came the bit I loved: I shut my eyes again to concentrate and -- holding my right hand at the base -- I stroked ever so slowly upwards with the left, trying to guess when I would reach the end ... now ... no, now ... my hand was still moving ... no now ... oh my God, I still wasn't there! Finally I reached the head; my hands now so far apart that I was unable to comprehend that I was still holding two ends of the same extraordinary cock. Lord have mercy on me, it couldn't have grown since last time, could it? My knees were shaking. Anticipation? Desire? Fear? I couldn't tell. On legs of jelly I circled back in front of him, still maintaining a grip on the base. I came in close -- my head only coming up to his chest -- and released his erection, allowing it rest against my cleavage. The quarter-cup bra lifted my breasts and held them about an inch apart; his cock was thicker than that so it rested on top rather than nestling between them. This made for an irresistible opportunity to tease him so I rose up on tip-toes to get the swell of my breasts higher than his knob -- I was just tall enough -- then as it fell back against the lace-covered underwire, I lowered back down, his thickness forcing my breasts apart, sliding between them as they pressed back against the incursion. Bending my knees, I continued lower, bringing the head to my mouth and greedily licking the drop of pre-cum from the tip. With my hands on his hips and his shaft trapped between my swelling breasts, I took him into my mouth, just the head, and tasted him, tracing the shape of his knob with my tongue, sucking and compressing it only for it to swell back twice as large between my lips as he pumped his cock-muscles. I almost ruined our game by losing control; it would have been so easy to just give in to temptation and slide that monster down my throat. Reluctantly, I straightened my knees and took hold of him in my hand again, withdrawing him from the warm channel between my breasts. To my delight -- and his -- the bra did its job and snapped them back into position with a delicious wobble. "Spin!" I called with a waver in my voice, and without bothering to resume our previous positions (I know I couldn't remember them) we began the final phase of Strip Twister. All previous rules were now utterly forgotten; this game had one goal only: to get as much erotic contact as possible. With each new move he tried to bring his cock to my mouth or breasts, and I tried to bring my breasts or pussy to his mouth. One or both of us would ignore directions from the spinner; we freely repositioned our hands and we placed knees and bottoms on the mat when we got tired. I don't know whether anyone really called Twister "Sex in a Box" in the 1980's, but I'm pretty sure this is not what Milton Bradley had in mind when they created the game. Over the course of the next ten minutes we discovered that the most satisfying positions had me crab-like, on hands and feet with my body arched backwards, offering easy access to my pussy, breasts and mouth. In this position, he managed to wedge his cock between my breasts; first from below where I could crane forward and lick the bulging head; and then from above where I could take his balls in my mouth and suck and juggle them. From here we conspired to interpret the next direction of the spinner as one that brought his face to my pussy. Still wearing the crotchless panties, my slit was gaping wide open and taking up the entire width of the embroidered window in the white lace. He kissed me there; lapping at the juices that were now running freely, his tongue probing gently at my entrance at first, but becoming more insistent, pressing deeper and opening me up. Arched over me on his long arms and legs, his cock was frustratingly out of reach of my mouth. From my inside-out backwards-arched position, I stretched my neck up to try to reach but it was just too far away. I could feel the heat building in my vagina, his tongue bringing me to the next level of arousal. I still had plenty left in the tank before I came, but that swirling and probing was making my pussy throb with pleasure and I realised that soon I would need to stop the game just to satisfy my desires. "Sir, I can't reach," I breathed. Without taking his tongue from its important business between my legs, he lowered to his knees as I watched his cock come closer. I tipped my head back to catch the tip in my mouth and ended up chasing it all over the place as it swung left and right, sometimes laying along the length of my face and sometimes slipping off my cheek altogether. After five unsuccessful attempts he balanced on three limbs and -- still tonguing me lovingly -- brought a free hand back to hold his cock still while I wrapped my lips around it. With my head tipped back, my mouth and open throat were perfectly aligned. Mr Gallows knows that I have no trouble swallowing his full length, having trained in the dorm with the much longer double-ended dildo Silver. With any other woman he would never dream of having her swallow his enormous cock; he had never encouraged me either, but I love the feeling of his long shaft sliding all the way into me. Even though it's a standard feature of our lovemaking, he always leaves me in control; he just tries to hold still for fear of hurting or choking me. Like I said, I love him inside me -- the deeper the better -- so I usually just take a deep breath and swallow him all the way down, sucking and massaging his balls until I run out of air. It never occurred to me that he would want to do it any differently. This time I was powerless; bent over backwards as I was, I couldn't move forwards or back. If he wanted to be swallowed then he was going to have to push it down there. He had only given me a few inches and I was desperately trying for more, imagining that if I sucked hard enough I could bring him to me. Letting out a muffled cry of frustration, I arched further, swaying back on my hands and toes to get a little more cock in my mouth. Still working on my pussy, now in a side-to-side action across my open lips, he finally got the message, pushing forward a little way to bring the head to the back of my throat. I moaned positive encouragement so he would know I was ready for him. As he pressed a little harder, I swallowed, opening up my throat for him to slide tightly inside. He pushed slowly forward, entering me inch by inch as I sucked and lubricated the hot flesh passing between my lips to make it ready to swallow. I released a deep but muffled moan of satisfaction as his groin finally pressed into my lips, then without warning he started sliding back out. Pulling free of the confines of my throat, I was able to take a breath and cried out for more. I thought he was just being extra careful, not wanting to suffocate me; but for fuck's sake he was only down there a couple of seconds. To my great and vocal relief he stroked back into me, slowly and deeply burying his nine inches balls-deep in my mouth before pulling all the way out again. I was about to moan a complaint when he pushed back down and I had to quickly swallow to allow him passage. All the way down again, he then braced my body from the other end with his face in my pussy and pushed his groin hard against my face, pumping his cock so that it swelled and bulged erotically in the tight confines of my throat. When he pulled out again, only to plunge back down without giving me time to breathe, I finally worked out what was going on: I was getting throat-fucked. Oh my God! Had he wanted to do this all these months and never asked? Had he just let me call the shots as I held him in my throat while I sucked, all the while wanting to pull out and then thrust back inside? Hell, he'd probably wanted to do this his entire life! After all, I was the first and only one ever to swallow him. He set up a rhythm of three or four short strokes; pulling out just enough for my throat to close so that he could open me back up again. Then he would go deep and push hard at the end, pumping and swelling inside me as I swallowed, massaging the length of his tool with my throat and tongue before he pulled out further, giving me a moment to breathe. The feeling of all that flesh passing through my yawning jaws was electrifying. I could tell by the nervous spasms in his cock that he was just on the edge of control; this was surely a fantasy never seriously contemplated suddenly coming true. Knowing that I was fucking him as he had never dared to dream -- as no other woman had before -- just added to my excitement. He now set to work sucking my clitoris and I could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building. Part of me wanted to complete this act; to have him cum down my throat while I exploded with my own climax. Another part of me (the part that hadn't had any cock for two weeks) just wanted him to flip me over drive deep into my pussy. Not without some regret, I stopped him the next time he withdrew to let me breathe by gently touching my teeth to his erection (a sure-fire attention-getter if ever there was one) and a muffled negative: "Huh-uh." Never one to outstay a welcome, he straightened his arms and legs, pulling out of my pussy and my mouth at the same wistful instant. "I need to slow down," I apologised. "I'm not ready to finish with you just yet, Sir." He looked at me through the gap between our bodies; a look of pure gratitude on his face for the amazing acts of oral gymnastics that I had performed on his manhood. "A few more spins, then Belinda?" "Just a couple. Spin!" "Left foot, red," said the phone. Completely ignoring this direction, I gladly gave up my inside-out crab-walking position and flopped onto the mat on my back. Towering over me on all-fours, his cock was above and behind my head and pointing straight down at me. Target acquired. Rolling backwards on my shoulders, I raised my legs and bottom in the air and propped with my elbows to hold there, stockinged legs spread wide and straight around his body and -- with a little positioning -- the tip of his erection touching my open pussy lips. "Left foot red?" he questioned. "Red, pink, whatever," I said. "Don't feel constrained by rules. Just put something somewhere." I didn't get a response, then: "Please, Sir." And with that he rocked forward a little, changing the angle of his cock to point straight down and seating his knob in my entrance. Then in one long, slow thrust he pushed all the way into me -- or at least as much as would fit before he bottomed out. This was rare for us; usually he has to painstakingly work his thick cock into me inch by inch, allowing me to stretch to accommodate his girth. I don't know what was different this time; certainly I was dripping wet from all the foreplay, maybe it was just the angle. Whatever it was, it felt heavenly: my pussy pointed straight up in the air and his thick cock pistoning downwards into me. His first stoke bottomed out at six inches, but with each powerful thrust he was stretching my pussy and driving a little deeper, and each time I stretched -- instead of feeling pain -- I felt a little mini-orgasm explosion of pleasure. I have had him missionary, doggy, scissors, I've ridden him both forwards and backwards -- there was even that one magical time -- our first time -- when he picked me up and lowered me helplessly onto his shaft until I was impaled; but never has it felt like this. It was as if being upside down had moved all my innards further up to make room for more cock. Much more cock! He was seven inches in now -- which is as much as I have ever taken and still walked upright the next day -- and although he was pressing hard against my cervix with every thrust -- I still felt no pain. Propped up on my shoulders with my neck and head on the floor, I was folded like a pocket knife and with my pussy right above my face, I could see everything he did to me in extreme close-up. I watched entranced as his thick erection drove powerfully through the soft white lace of my crotchless panties. With every downward stroke I watched him go a tiny bit deeper and fire off another wonderful eruption of pleasure in the depths of my womanhood. My wetness glistened on his cock and with every withdrawal I could see that shining high-water mark moving ever closer to his balls. The thrill and excitement of being filled so completely -- over seven and half inches -- was building inside me. The little earthquakes of ecstasy each time he filled me were not completely waning after each thrust and as they merged into one, they built in intensity and I felt myself enter the beginnings of an orgasm that could no longer be held at bay. My leg muscles wanted to close in with the rising climax and I held them open with a force of will so that he could keep driving into me as I came. Ecstasy blossomed outwards from my pussy and I cried for him to keep going deeper. Finally I could hold back my release no longer and locked my stockinged legs around his hips as my pussy closed tightly around his cock, making it impossible for him to continue thrusting. Writhing against him I lost my grip holding up my own hips and -- impaled and wriggling like a speared fish as I came -- my weight dragged him down towards my face. I goggled at the incredible sight barely a foot from my eyes: my pussy lips -- stretched to a soft light pink and still contracting and releasing uncontrollably around the thick root of his cock -- now with less than an inch remaining unconsumed. I followed the line of sight from there and past my shaved mons pubis to my stomach, trying to picture the point deep inside me where the tip of his monster cock must reach. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Where could it all be? God, it must be nearly up to my rib cage, but of course that would be impossible. Completely spent now, but not wanting to lose the erotic sight of his thickness buried almost balls deep in my womanhood, I brought up a hand to confirm with touch what my eyes already knew but my brain could not accept. I closed my fingers around his cock -- well, just one finger and a thumb, there was no room for more -- and rocked it back and forth, still as hard as forged iron, and felt the tip move against me -- inside me -- improbably deep in my core. The Headmaster's Office 06: Twisting on the Gallows Pole Reluctantly, I relaxed my locked ankles and lowered myself slowly downward, watching as inch after beautiful inch of his hard, glistening manhood slid from my yawning embrace, my lips distending outward as they released their grip on his hot, slick flesh. As his knob slipped from my entrance I felt a yearning emptiness looking at his throbbing tool, wishing it back inside me so that it could fulfil the promise of that bulging vessel running along its underside; to fill me with hot, thick cum. Mr Gallows pushed himself upright; taking me with him as at first I gripped his waist with my feet and then holding my ankles he pulled me higher until I flipped upside down, standing on my hands and facing back towards him. He spread my legs apart, allowing the base of his shaft to rest heavily against my clitoris, gliding over my button like a violin bow and sending waves of pleasure through me once again. With his erection pointing upwards and my entrance facing downwards, this was not a position from which I could get him back where I wanted him; inside me, that is -- and the deeper the better. Looking upwards between our bodies I spied his cock, the glistening line of my juices close to the root still visible, betraying my understandable but frustrating failure to take his full length. Staring wistfully at that line and the short but unfuckable three-quarters of an inch of dry cock behind it gave me an idea. Frightened by what I was about to do, my heart pounding and breath locking in my chest, I gasped "Lift me," and pushed myself higher into a hand-stand. Releasing my weight a little, he moved both hands down and closed them around my narrow waist, lifting effortlessly upwards, bringing my pussy to his mouth and gently probing my swollen labia with the tip of his tongue, dipping into me and tasting the rich juices of my climax. Taking his shaft in my hand, I tried to bring it to my mouth, but I was tantalisingly short, barely able to brush the end with my tongue. "Down," I breathed, pulling his cock towards my mouth for emphasis. "All the way," I said, my voice cracking on the last word as I anticipated the helplessness of being impaled upside-down on his tool. I tipped my head back and opened wide as he lowered me down, my soft lips closing down hungrily over his knob as it entered my waiting mouth. As soon as I had enough, I sucked greedily, building up pressure and friction that he had to force himself through, while still opening my throat so that he wouldn't have pause at the threshold. I took a quick breath through my nose before the soft tip of his erection cut off my air, and then his thickness slid home into the tight confines of my throat. Still without pause, he lowered me the last few inches until the junction between his cock and groin pressed hard into my lower lip. I swallowed and sucked hard, closing my throat and mouth tight over his manhood, and he rewarded me by flexing his cock, bulging thickly inside me and opening me back up against the pressure I applied. Taking confidence from our earlier throat fucking success, he lifted me off again -- just a few inches, not enough to slip out of the tightness of my throat -- before lowering me all the way back down. A little faster now, he bounced me a few times on his cock, meeting my lips with a short thrust of his hips and pump of his knob bulging deep inside me. Cupping his balls in my palm they felt unusually heavy and I shivered with the anticipation of a fortnight's worth of hot cum pumping into me like a fire hose. Not wanting to get short of breath, I tapped him meaningfully on the sensitive perineum area behind his balls. Knowingly, he lifted me off until his knob was back in my mouth, allowing me to take a couple of quick breaths before I tapped him to go back down. As before, he set up a rhythm; three or four short pumps deep inside my throat between opportunities for me to breathe. With one hand on his balls, massaging his perineum (from my experience with him, this seems to build up a more powerful surge of cum), my other hand explored the hard muscles of his inner thighs, which were quivering with the beginnings of a climax. The next time he lifted me up I took a deep audible breath and then pulled back down insistently, using his balls for leverage and moaning frantic but muffled cries of encouragement. The message: Stop fucking about and fill me with cum -- didn't go unheeded. His large powerful hands still wrapped around my waist, he stopped lifting me and just thrust into my mouth from the hips. Crying out, his legs buckled and he dropped to his knees on the floor, driving my face painfully against his groin. Sucking for all I was worth, I wrapped both arms around his buttocks to hold his full length inside me and reached between his legs to massage that sensitive area behind his balls, now hard and swollen and ready to explode. With one last cry of ecstasy, he wrapped a thickly muscled arm around my waist, holding me to his shaking body and freeing the other arm to grab a fistful of my hair. He strained and bulged inside my constricting throat as he bodily dragged out a few inches of rampant cock only to open his fist again, cupping the back of my head in his palm and driving hard back into my throat. Finally he came, my fingers behind his balls tingled like an electric shock as an eruption of cum blasted straight past the pressure I was applying. A heartbeat later and my fingers were forgotten as his cock bulged impossibly in my throat and emptied gouts of seed directly into my stomach. Initially frightened of choking as I lay upside down, filled to bursting with thick, creamy cum, I realised that I was safe as long as his pulsing cock continued to block my airway; so I relaxed, stroking his balls and sucking the final spurts of semen down that long journey through his tool and into me. Shaking with exhaustion and unable to lift me off, he rolled backwards onto the floor so that I was on top again. With a parting suck and squeeze, I pulled his cock from my throat, leaving a few inches in my mouth to gently suck as it softened, milking out a few more drops of cum, which I finally got to taste. Before he softened completely, I flipped around and -- still lying on top -- slid him back into my pussy. I knew we couldn't fuck, but I just wanted to prolong that wonderful feeling of fullness. His shrinking cock was still firm and didn't feel as nice as it does when it's hard, but there was one redeeming feature: it fit all the way in my tiny pussy. I slid down in one movement, wriggling with contentment as our groins met, relishing the feeling of his hard abdominals against my nipples. I laid my head on his collar bone and shut my eyes, bathing in the afterglow of sex and relishing the feeling of him inside me. "So," he began softly, breaking the silence. "Strip Twister, huh?" "Yep," I smiled, eyes still shut and holding still so that his soft member didn't slip out of my pussy. "That's right, Strip Twister." "It went pretty much as planned, then?" he said. "Uh huh. Pretty much," I agreed. "The broad strokes, anyway. I mean, you can't plan for everything, right?" "Right ... I think." Then his voice changed; a bit more headmaster and bit less fantasy-fulfilled lover. "Although I do wonder ... you really went out on a limb with this one ... so to speak. I mean ... just the expense alone," he said, tracing his fingers over the lacy tops of my stockings. "I'll be honest with you," I said, grinning mischievously to myself. "I didn't buy the Twister; it's from the dorm." "Oh, please," he laughed. "Don't! Now I've got a mental image of all the senior girls in satin nighties in a tangled Twister mess." If only he knew the actual mischief we got up to with dildos and vibrators and sex games. I was happy to leave him with the little Twister fantasy though. Here goes nothing. "Actually, I had some spare cash. I was saving up to buy a new toy for Rupali, but I couldn't find what I wanted so I got these instead," I said, meaning the stockings, bra and crotchless panties. "Happily, they work for both of you." "A new toy?" he said, surprised. "Why didn't you come to me?" Gotcha! The hook was set and now I just had to reel him in. I told him about Spike, the strapless strap-on dildo that Rupali secretly bought for me. Then I got a little carried away and launched into an edited version of the story where we first used it, omitting the bit about the three-way we shared with the cute guy from the surf shop and substituting a more conventional lesbian coupling. He must have enjoyed it because by the time I got to the bit about Rupali thrusting into me hard enough to lift me off the ground, his cock was twitching and stiffening inside me. Fast forwarding to the end because I wanted get this pitch completed before we both got distracted, I described our fruitless search for a nine inch strapless strap-on, and the sad fact that Mr Gallows cock is the only one big enough to make her come. I swear, if you were listening to it, it would have brought a tear to your eye. If only, I was saying, since she can't have your cock in real life, if only a cast could be made into a strapless strap-on, I could be his proxy, driving his monster cock into her again and again until she came. I stopped talking a waited to hear what he would say. His cock was growing and pushing painfully against my cervix; I would have to move soon and then I wouldn't be able to stop until I came again. "So, a project, huh," he mused. "Really?" I said. "Do you think you could make one?" "No," he said. "But I have made contact with a small group of like-minded designers and engineers who custom build sex toys. It's actually quite popular." "No shit?" I said, smiling. "Who doesn't enjoy a high quality mechanical fucking every now and then?" Ignoring me, he said "I would be able to get the body work and latex custom made, but I could do the design and finishing myself." "And the casting, right?" I asked, thinking only of Rupali and her wish for carbon copy of his cock. "Are you sure?" he asked. "Wouldn't it be weird fucking her with my cock?" "I can't think of anything hotter," I said truthfully. "Except maybe both of us fucking her together." With that I slid upwards, relieving the pressure of his almost hard cock in my pussy and kissed his lips. We settled into slow and gentle lovemaking, enjoying the skin contact and the textures of my underwear. When I finally got back upstairs to the dorm it was almost 1am. Rupali was in her own bed so I didn't disturb her, but I did pause to admire her long curves outlined by the bedclothes and imagined the pleasure I could bring her with Mr Gallows cock between my legs. ~~~ TO BE CONTINUED ~~~ Twisting Sam Bender I'm really lucky...I have hippy parents who had good business sense. We grew up comfortable, on the fringes. I got a great education, decided on some business classes and finally earned my massage and physical therapy degrees. My parents semi-retired from the Chinese supplement import business. I took over and maintained my practice on evening and weekends: I could afford to see only the clients I wanted. I'm easy going about my sexuality. I've had a couple of steady gal friends; we've had both exclusive and open relationships. I don't go out of my way for sex with guys, but occasionally a stud catches my fancy. Usually just blow buddies or three ways with a gal. I get to the office and work, get to the gym daily. Get to travel a lot. Like I said I'm lucky. One of my regular massage clients, Mr. Dean emailed me; he had an employee who got stuck with a shitty job: working under the crawl spaces of 50 houses that weren't up to code. Sam Bender had to spend his days on his knees or back tearing out ducting and replacing barriers and ducts. He had complained it was destroying his back. As a bonus Mr. Dean was paying for a massage weekly, if Bender showed up. He was CC'ed on the email. I invited Sam to contact me to schedule a massage. In a private message follow-up Mr. Dean told me he was covering for $200 sessions, four a month. That was way above my usual rate, but I would just work longer on Sam. He didn't reply to the email. I wrote it off. A week later I saw Mr. Dean for a PT session. He was livid when he heard that Sam hadn't contacted me. He got Sam on his phone right away. Sam said he'd schedule tomorrow for next week. He did, for late in evening. I put it out of my mind. Late Thursday afternoon I was at the gym squeezing in a cardio; I was pumped. Some dickhead chained their bike, blocking in mine. I was gonna be late for Sam's appointment. I texted him; I spent 25 minutes finding the dork who owned the bike. He was a roid-head and ugly to interact with. As if I put him out interrupting his grunting workout to get to my bike. I dashed to the office. I saw a pickup with Mr. Dean's logo in front of my studio. A cap and wild blond curls, sun burnt neck was all I could see. I rode up from behind. I saw Sam had earphones on. As I came up from behind, he didn't see me, he was watching something on his phone. I caught a glimpse: porn! A blond gal was getting face-fucked by a huge cock. Not my scene, but still kind of thrill to catch a dude watching porn. Sam jumped and glared at me until I apologized and introduced myself. As he got out of the truck his ragged Carharts were tented from watching porn. It didn't bother me, really. Sam was cold to talk to, monosyllables and nods. It turned out he had only planned on an hour tonight. We went thru the usual Q&A, and formalities. I left him to undress and when I came back realized he had pretty strong foot and body odor. "Come straight from work?" "Yup! My life sucks right now. My back is killing me. Going to work all weekend too." It was the most he'd said in a sentence. "Since you're only getting an hour today, come in this weekend for another...and you can use my shower first next time ok?" "Whatever." He was one of the stiffest and most unresponsive clients I'd ever had. I don't think he relaxed at all. After about 50 minutes, I checked in with him. "Sam, you're not really enjoying this are you?" "Dunno. Never had a massage before. Can't stop thinking about the hell I'm going thru tomorrow at work." "You're pretty fit...you work out? Let's change things up and meet at my gym first. Burn off steam then come here." "No. Don't have time." I left it alone. He did schedule for Sunday evening. I was in the loft office when I saw him pull up 20 minutes early on Sunday. He sat in his truck. I could just lean out the terrace and spy...he was watching porn again, by the way he was groping his package. My switch flipped 'on'. I texted him that I was in office, he could come early. I saw him pause the video and respond. He stretched hard on his way out of the truck. I opened the door for him. The sun was just going down. I had no lights on yet. I tossed him a towel and said, "Shower first, you stinky bastard." His eyes flashed and a sideways grin split his stony face. While he was showering I thought it thru: my parents had raised me to be kind and loving. Everything about Sam crystallized into the thought, he thinks I'm weak. I heard the shower door close and the side door to the treatment room open and close. I knocked and opened it to see Sam leaning on the table, looking at his phone wrapped in a towel. I patted the massage table and held up a sheet. He maneuvered under it and dropped the damp towel. As I adjusted the sheet low on his back and folded it up over his knees his phone beeped. I handed it to him. He texted quick and turned it off. I saw an opening, "Hot date texting ya?" He looked back at me, "Yeah, some bitch I bang sometimes...can't get to her for a week yet..." "That's a long stretch...guess that's what porn is for, huh, buddy?" "Fuck yes it is..." I felt his shoulders soften just a tad under my grip. I kept up the banter. I felt him breath easier under my hands as I worked his ribs and oblique's. "How about you...who are you tapping?" That was the first spontaneous question he'd asked of me. "I got a couple gals; I can hit 'em whenever I want..." I got under his pec to work shoulders and traps..."Haven't hooked up yet in a few days...actually took a porn break at lunch today...edged for a while upstairs in the office." "Niiiice." He flattened when I released his arm. I was getting him to relax. The hour was up. He hadn't turned over. When I commented he said it wasn't a problem, he felt he was getting the hang of this. I told him to take his time, I was gonna do paperwork upstairs. Something told me he was at least semi hard under his belly. I made a show of putting hand lotion on as we touched base about his next appointment. Wednesday, he said, for 90 minutes that time. I stepped out and went upstairs to the loft office. I could lean back and see the door. I turned off the ceiling fan. Sure enough the wet sounds of Sam jacking off were clear. One grunt was all he let slip. I knew then I'd get him... Wednesday I worked out just before our 8:00 appointment. I wore only a wife beater and track pants as I met him in the parking lot. He went right to the shower. This was different. He was talking foul, bitch this, cunt that. I kept up with him. When 45 minutes had passed I had him flip over for the first time. Not obviously hard, but full and lengthy his cock made a nice silhouette under the sheet. He only moved a little when my dick rubbed his bicep. I got to work up his knees and lower thighs. He asked, "You screw your gal this week yet?" "Naw..." "Ah. Too bad..." "But she came by and blew me on Monday." His abs clenched in surprise. "Here?' "Oh yeah...perks of owning the place..." "Man that's hot...my gal's being a snatch...won't spread for me..." I leaned over his thighs to adjust the sheet. He didn't shift at all. "Yeah man, she was hot for my cock...just dropped right to her knees and bobbed away..." "Fuck yeah..." he looked at me for the first time...made eye contact...and grinned. I shifted around to stand over his head, working his neck shoulders and pecs. His nipples popped hard after a couple of grips. I reached over his face to pick up his ribcage from the backside. I arched him up off the table with each pull. When he caught his breath, it was the deepest firmest work I'd done on him yet, the sheet had slipped down to the top of his pubes, which were trimmed short. I made long sweeping motions from his shoulders; down his abs. each down stroke put my crotch closer to the top of his head. I took the plunge and pressed my cock shaft against his curly wild blond hair. He didn't move. I kept it there while deeply working his upper abs and then his six-pack. He sighed for the first time. I had him. I had him. I felt more competitive and aggressive than I'd ever felt with a guy. "Roll over again. I'll get your hammies, before we wrap up..." As he started to move, I intentionally fumbled the sheet...getting an awesome look at his floppy cock and fuzzy butt cheeks. He had the light blond fuzzy down on his ass and upper thighs that you could barely see. I folded the sheet up to just below the curve of his ass. This was the most exposed he'd been. I rocked his torso back and forth a few times...he was moving with my gestures, a sure sign he was relaxing. I started on his calves...he grunted as I dug deep into the cords of his calf muscles. "So...she just dropped by for the cock, huh?" his voice was muffled by the face support. I made long sweeps then up his legs, stopping before the crease of his cheeks and thighs. "Fuck yeah, dude...it was amazing to just sit back and be cock worshipped..." I lifted his left foot and stretched his leg up a bit to access the front of his quads. When I set his leg back down I set it at a wide angle. I did the same to the right leg. "She and I were moaning so load...I got all sweaty from it..." I now had clear view of his balls, taint and asshole. I don't think he knew how vulnerable he was just then. As I kept up the deep gripping motions on his calves, I moved around to one side to roll one thigh in my hands. I laughed a bit..."I don't usually talk to my clients about my personal life..." "Its all good man, it helps me relax..." "Cool..." "So you got hot and sweaty, huh?" "Yeah, yeah...it was a blow job that was almost a work out...I stripped off everything...flopped back and just rode her mouth..." I had his right thigh in my grip and leaned over to work his left...pushing my pube and shaft against the right thigh. I could see his taint starting to swell abit...he was getting hard. I didn't say anything...just focused on making down thrusts on his upper thighs, I knew it was pressing his boner into the table... "I just let it rip too...blasted all over the office. It was epic." "Fuck yeah, dude...love doing that..." I swatted his shoulder. "Alright stud...we're outta time...I'll be out front...take your time..." I set the oil and lotion down with a thump. "Thank, dude...I feel fucking great..." He leaned up on his elbows as I backed out of the room. I stood next to the door. I heard him jump off the bed and the sudden sounds of the lube on his cock awoke all my instincts. Next time, I was gonna push him further...he grunted and gasped when he came. I was sprawled on the waiting room couch, my package on display...it was where his eyes landed. "All relaxed stud?" He blushed a little..."Yeah...see you Sunday?" "Of course...looking forward to it...here's hoping your gal warms up again...mine just cancelled tonight's hookup...that's a shitty text to get at the end of a long day..." "Happy porn jacking!" He grinned again and we moved towards the door. The lock sticks a bit and he couldn't open it. I reached around him and pressed against his back. "Yeah, fucker...see you Sunday." I murmured in his ear and earned another blush, but he didn't shy away. I let him out and went back to tidy the studio. As I tugged the sheets off the massage table...Sam's blue plaid boxers fell to the ground, on impulse I reached for them...the cum stains were only slightly cool and all over the soft flannel...I laughed aloud and that's when I noticed droplets on the carpet and the door frame...it got my hard...I tugged my cock out...I pulled and pulled...I got myself breathing deep...I shook all over and squeezed out a fat drop of pearly pre-come...I wrapped his boxers around my cock and kept myself just on the edge. I tossed them in the cupboard. I'd be sly and give them back to him without a comment...see his response. I edged for the whole night off and on. The next day while making love to my gal, I told her I wasn't going to come...I told her I was edging for a major seduction. She came and came while I ate her and told her about Sam. I was major crushing on him...I edged for the next couple of days. On Sunday, I pulled all the linens into the laundry, and set his boxers on the counter next to the massage table...and turned up the heat in the studio. I texted Sam telling him I was going to be late, at the last minute, as I was finishing a run. Wearing only thin running shorts glistening I came up behind the truck. Sure enough Sam had porn on his phone. He didn't rush to blank the screen; I got an eyeful of a huge cock sliding deep into a shiny pussy. Sam had on a T-shirt and basketball shorts. He grinned at me, flashing his look at my abs and pube. I was breathing deep from my run. "What's up, fucker?" I pulled open his truck door...he had one leg of his shorts pulled up to toy with his cock. "Chillin...trying to relax...my bitchy girl fucking dumped me, the cunt...she called me over to tell me shit, like, "you're too rough...you don't listen to me...you're too big..." He glanced down at his crotch. "Hung like a fucking horse, aren't ya?" He blew out a breath, "Yup. I wanted to be balls deep earlier this weekend. Then my fucking stepdad made me host my cousins for a stupid wedding...I haven't had any damn time to myself all weekend. I got to the gym...chased pussy online, now here I am..." "Well, fucker...I got your back...for 90 minutes anyways...lets get you on the table..." He rolled his eyes at my pun and followed me into the studio. I locked the door and pulled the blind. "I gotta shower off...how about you?" "Yeah, I rushed from the gym..." I kicked off my running shoes, "it's just us guys...mind if I jump in first?" "S'all good...buddy." "Oh fuck me! I forgot to turn on the drier!" I pointed to the laundry. Only a couple of hand towels were on the shelf. My sideways grin was brightly reflected by Sam. I turned on the shower and stripped my wet shorts down, standing sideways to Sam. He toyed with his phone but had one eye on me... "I've been outta sorts all fucking day...a buddy of mine is coming in town...he surprised me with a video we made with a hot chick in Hawaii...seeing it again after all this time...damn...she could fuck...she took all the two of us could give..." "Holy fuck...you've got a video of a three way? Damn that's like a total fucking wet dream of mine..." "Ha, if it were just up to me or my bud I show it to ya...but the gal made us promise not to share it...but I'll tell ya all about it if ya want...just between us..." "Fuck yeah...dude, anytime...ya shitting me? I crave swapping stories...none of my pussy guy friends have the balls..." I stepped outta the shower stall, and left the water running..."Your turn...rinse off, ya kinky bastard..." My cock was swaying as I moved. I dabbed off with the hand towel, it wouldn't wrap around my waist. He didn't hesitate, and was bare-assed in a couple of swift moves. He was pumped from the gym, his shoulders and biceps were veined...his pecs were pointed with his nips erect. He slid past me and showered off fast. "I'll find some jeans or something to put on..." I was dawdling...putting some lotion on my arms and calves. "Whatever you're comfortable in...Its really warm today...I love the sticky heat..." I thought he might say that. I had an old pair of yoga shorts...they were almost better than naked because they outlined my cock and were nearly sheer. Sam rubbed vigorously with the small towel as I led him into the massage room. I'd turned on some different music...it sounded mellow and usual for massage...but the sounds of sex, of moans and slapping flesh was mixed in the background...Sam sat on the table, the hand towel draped over his pube and top of his thighs. I grabbed a dry towel "Sorry I fucking forgot the laundry...I've had the image of a ravaged pussy and two cocks in my head all day..." I tossed him the dry towel and slapped his lower back. He lay down on his belly and before he settled he reached under him and adjusted his dick. For a moment he was bare assed and super sexy on my table, "Au natural there, huh stud?" He laughed and tried to cover his ass with the towel. I stepped over and folding it in half got it to cover the round curve of his peachy fuzz bubble butt. I closed the door and the light went near dark..."more light or are we cool?" "S'all good," he allowed his body to roll side to side under my pushes, "these tunes are incredible...what're they?" "Hmmm..." I was making broad sweeps over his back and shoulders...almost to the tops of his butt cheeks, "My buddy of the three way made this mix...it's us in the background..." "The same threeway? Fuck! Damn that's hot!" "Naw actually an orgy we were part of, about 16 people..." He spun to look at me, incredulous. I nodded and pushed his curly head back to the face support. It was warm enough that his skin was still tacky from the shower and beginning to glisten with sweat. I really dug in then...deeply working muscle and tendons on his back, arms and shoulders to where I was sweating too. He kept his silence except for occasional grunts and sighs as I released tensions all over his torso. I finally got him to take a real massage. I said as much. He shook his head a tiny bit..."Holy fuck dude...that was in-fucking-credible!" I paused to get a drink of water, offering him a drink too...his eyes fell on his wadded stained boxers...he grinned and lay back down. "I'm loving the heat too...jealous you've got only that thin towel over your bits..." He didn't respond, I rolled the legs up to my hips and folded the waistband down to expose the base of my cock. I was completely shaved...I leaned over his head to make broad sweeps down his back. He rolled his neck once; he made contact with my cock this time. I didn't back away. I had him almost pinned under my torso...my hands were gripping his hips...I lifted and felt him moan under me. "Sam? Stud? Roll over for me alright...let me get your neck from here..." I leaned up to allow him room...he rolled and I fumbled the towel. He was half hard...a wet stain on the sheet was matched by a glistening trail on his navel...I moved to pick up the towel from the floor, he caught sight of my barely covered pube...he shrugged. I let the towel drop and slid my shorts off. He said, "Bastard...fucking give up the story..." "I've been thinking...I got another video we made...some stripper in Thailand...I'll show it to you...but..." "Naw don't worry man, I won't tell..." His cock gave a small twitch...mine was filling out too...dangling, bumping against him... "Easy, ya horny fucker...I was gonna say, if you show me one of yours...its only fair." He looked at me..."I've never made a video with anyone..." "Aw, too bad..." I dug into his neck and shoulders...his face met my belly a few times as I leaned over him... "Well...I've done solo stuff...but that's not the same is it? Not fair is it?" The foul mouthed rough exterior was almost gone... "Hell, who these days doesn't have selfie porn?" I had his hips in my hands reaching from over his head...I pulled up on his pelvic bone, made his back arch...the head of his cock had a droplet of pre-come. I moved around to his side, reaching around under his hips, deeply pushing into his glutes from the opposite side. That put my hands, my swinging cock, and my body heat level with his privates. "Tell ya what...ya prick...we'll exchange solo vids after this session...on a couple of conditions..." "OK...what?" he was lost in my hands...I moved onto his quads...more that once the backs of my hands rolled against his swelling ballasck. "One, tell no one, never share the vids, two...no more false pride in here...its just us...drop the foul language...three, we don't need to be shy...its just like in the locker room...like right now" I stopped moving his quads and my cock was pressed against his thigh...he opened his eyes and on eye contact, swallowed and nodded. Twisting Sam Bender "Agree out loud, buddy" "Isaac," The first time he'd said my name ever, "I'm all in...I agree." "Good boy, Sam...now we've gone over our time..." He groaned, "Aw man, no way..." He frowned at the clock. "Follow me," I led the way to my own laptop our cock and balls swinging and achy. I got his private email and sent him two 10 minute j/o vids. He'd brought his phone and sent me a couple of his. He was deeply red and that drop of precome was stringing on his thigh hairs. "One more thing..." He was kinda shaking...belly and thigh quakes..."Wh...What?" "You edge until I tell you that you can come...if you ever leave your come stained boxers and splatter my wall again..." I let the threat hang for a moment. He shook his head. "I'll cut you off...no more sessions..." I could have slapped him. He was mine...he didn't know how far this was gonna go...but like he said...he was all in... He followed me back to the massage room. "I'll see you Wednesday, right?" "Yeah...fuck yeah!" He reached for his briefs that he'd worn in under his shorts. Still naked...still more than half hard I shook my head and tossed him his crusty boxers. He pulled them on. "I wiped my pre-come in them while your load was still wet..." He froze then laughed out loud..."Damn. Damn. Ok alright." He was shaking his head. "So it's all between us...no stories about others...no vids of others until you make some...got it?" "Yeah. Fuck yeah!" He pulled up his basketball shorts but left off his T-shirt. I walked him to the door, still naked. He paused at the door. "Man, I I I needed this..." I put my hand on the door, to unlock it, but also blocking him in, "I'm giving you a simple choice right now...walk out of here bare assed naked or hug me..." He blinked. And blinked again...he sweaty torso folded against me...I pulled our crotches together and wrapped out necks tight...I held on...he slowly deflated into the hug. It left him shaking. I closed up shop, grabbed sweats and dashed to my gal's house...we were nude and I was hard, sliding in to her in a few minutes... I was on fire...I took all the pent up passion for Sam and made her come, and come. I barely held off. She gets me. I passed out and came to at sunrise...in that comfortable couple connection I fucked her from behind in bed she clawed my thighs as I drove her to another orgasm. I milked out a string of precome but didn't let myself shoot. I worked the next day nonstop, hit the gym, ran, and did yoga. Sam texted me, "fuck yeah! Awesome vids man!! I'm leaking all the time!" I put on his first vid. It was short, only three and a half minutes...taken on his phone from the dash of his truck...he was wearing a red wifebeater...he had his Carharts open and his lubed cock out...he had been stroking for sometime by how red his dick was...he just leaned back and flashed fucked his fist...he kept eye contact with the camera the whole time...when he shot off it hit his face and covered the red shirt in streams. He lifted off the shirt, licked his fingers, put on a clean polo, buttoned up and winked at the camera as he opened the truck door and went to work as the camera swung from his hand. He'd jacked off on a break with coworker's steps away. "I fucking am aching over the truck jack...like a little danger huh stud?" He instantly texted back a devil emoji. I sent thumbs up. I fell into bed that night too...I got a call from my buddy; his flight had landed first thing. He wanted to know when he could see me. I told him I was in the office and warehouse all day. I wanted him to come over. He made it at lunch. Our hug made my cock snake down my thigh. I told him I was edging for seduction. He grinned and planted a kiss on me, "So you're not gonna come, huh?" I shook my head. "Good..." he sat on the edge of the desk and spread his legs, "I've got a three day load...blow me?" I dropped my jeans, had his swelling cock down to the back of my throat in a flash. I let him ride the suck as long as he wanted...without touching myself; I had a small pool of dribbles between my knees on the carpet. When Jake came we both yelled. I shook deep in my thighs keeping back the orgasm. Jake and I hung out all day. I gave him a long massage and blew him again...my jaw was sore the next morning. I edged in between clients. Sam and I bantered all day. Finally after a run I showered off and naked...getting hard I sat down to watch his other vid. I texted him that I was staring it...just giving myself enough time to see it before he was due to arrive. He said he was on his way. The second vid was blistering hot. Just Sam on his couch naked with a fleshlight. He was shaved smooth, pumped from a workout and glowing...there wasn't much to the action just the sound of his grunts, the fleshlight pounding down on his pube and his heels thumping the carpet. It was one long mean stroke session. He came all over his face; the first three shots all hit his mouth and cheek. He licked off while still spurting. I sat at my desk and pinched the head of my dick to back down. I heard Sam's truck park. I wrapped a towel around my waist pointing my sore cock down. I leaned on the hall way wall, arms folded. He opened the door and froze when he saw me. "Lock it up, stud." He threw the bolt when I spoke. "That fleshlight took one hell of a pounding..." "Fuck I love that toy...and the video of you in bed...it was so hot...you almost shot without touching yourself...huge load too..." "Have you come? Have you edged like I told ya?" "No, I mean yes...dude, My balls are sooo full...I can't cross my legs..." He blushed a little. "Me neither...and I fucked my gal twice...made her come three times...held off from coming..." "Fuck...damn...I know I couldn't do that..."his smile was huge. He was starting to show some tent in his jeans. "You'll do what I say?" "Yeah...you're a fucking superstar...like I said, I'm all in..." He spread his hands wide. "Good. Strip." He kicked off his flashy Nikes, and as he lifted his T-shirt over his head I tossed the towel aside so that as he smoothed his hair I was suddenly naked and pumping on its own, my cock was alive. He had his jeans off...and was wearing the same blue boxers...he sparkled and winked at me. He slid them down without bending over. We were both ¾ hard and growing. "Tell me where you jacked off today..." "Ha...in my truck on my way to work...In the bathroom at Starbucks. In the parking lot of the strip club at lunch. All the way over here..." he pulled his balls down and lifted one leg...I knew that blue ball achy feeling that wouldn't let you get comfortable. "That's hot, you are a fucking pornstar...c'mon...on the table with you..." I pushed play on the stereo and the sex sounds remix filled the studio. He lay down on his belly and I took him by one ankle, I adjusted his lines and spread his feet to where they were on the corners of the massage table. "Sam...you know what else I did today...?" I was rocking his torso under my hands. "You edged...you jacked off...you toyed with your cock here and in your office..." "Yup," I oiled his lower back and without hesitating ran my hands deep over his glutes and ass crack...this was the first time I'd intimately touched him. He arched a little. "Look at me..."he turned his face from the support, "I also had my buddy here all day...twice he fucked my mouth..." I wasn't touching Sam right then...the quiver that ran thru him was a thousand words. We smiled back and forth. "You are my idol...I think..." he was joking and not joking. "Alright...slut. I'm gonna massage you...You're gonna let me get at your whole body. We will not come until I say...but we will come, am I right?" "Isaac...I'm all in...you're a twisted fucker...and I think our twists are lining up..." His eyes fell on my dick pointing straight up from my belly. I attacked his body with all my skill at massage and erotic arousal. When I pulled his ass cheeks apart to work his inner hamstrings...he spasmed deep in his belly...a spontaneous near orgasm. I held his balls in one hand and lubed his cock by reaching thru his legs...his ass rose as his back arched. I puffed a breath on his asshole. He flashed me a look. "Sam...you know I'm gonna fuck you at some point...right...? Your ass is mine...its cherry ain't it?" He bit his lower lip...and nodded. I dropped a fat gob of hot spit on his tailbone and watched it slide down..."Rub that in...let me see you tease your hole for me..." He took two fingers and circled the spit around his creases. That got another clenching spasm in his belly and thighs. I stepped back. Stroking my cock where he could see me, "How many other videos do you have of yourself?" "I've got a channel on Xtube..." "Which ones haven't you posted? I wanna see the ones you've kept to yourself..." I didn't wait but turned towards my office...he groaned and bowlegged followed me. I sat him down in my office chair, nodded at the computer and leaned on the desk inches from his hands. He logged on...he had about 20 public videos...and three private ones. "Go on...show me..." He pushed play on one...same angle, same couch...Sam came into view, cock red and shiny...he looked at the lens and smirked...he shifted in the office chair and began lightly toying with his balls. I stopped touching myself...If I was right he'd go for my cock soon... On the video he did some poses, strutting and showing off...jacking the whole time...nothing too exceptional...but...he dropped onto the couch, spun around until his shoulders were on the floor and his legs were stretched to the ceiling...his hand was blurring now...he came directly in his mouth...moaning and slurping...and he said, "Oh Kevin...come in my mouth..." It was uncontrolled. His hand twitched when he looked at my fat dick. "Who's Kevin?" "My best friend...he's the most uptight guy I know..." I nodded. "That's super nasty...I like it!" He looked at me from under his eyebrows. I smiled back and stared at my cock...I willed him to touch it...I let the tension build...his hand rose and wrapped around the base...I stood and moved closer to him...he slid his hand up and down... "Is that your first dick in hand?" He shook his head...and cued up the next video...this one was in what appeared to be the front seat of a work van. Filmed on his phone likely...Sam sat next to a hot silver fox of a construction worker...who had "Jameson" on his uniform. Jameson looked into the lens and said, "Sam's cocky attitude and loud mouth have put him in a position. He lost a bet...now he owes me a handjob...Right you little prick?" "Bastard..." Sam mumbled and sat very still. Jameson pulled open the coveralls he was wearing and a heavy zipper sound was off camera. He leaned one arm across the back of the seat and shifted closer to Sam. He took Sam's hand and stuffed down his pants. Sam held still. Jameson gripped Sam's bicep and began making rough gestures. He pulled Sam's face close to his mouth and said something under his breath. Sam nodded and began gently pulled Jameson' boxers aside. Sam barely moved or looked away...Jameson relaxed into it...it was a hot controlled five minute pull...Jameson had a huge cock...Sam used two hands after a prompt...Jameson got close and gripped Sam by the back of the neck...he blasted all over Sam's hands and chest. Sam jumped when Jameson reached for Sam's crotch. It was off camera, but I guessed he was rock hard and trying to hide that. Jameson laughed and turned off the camera. Sam had been toying with my dick the whole time...I leaned over and he spread his legs when I cupped his balls. We sat forehead to forehead...stroking each other for a long breathless moment. "I'm giving you a choice..." His breath was ragged, "ok" I stopped our hands and sat back on the desk, "let me kiss you..." "Uh...or? "Let me kiss you on the mouth or on the ass..." His jaw dropped. I grinned and laughed...he looked anywhere and everywhere...and got up and walked back to the massage table...he lay face down and resumed the wide legged position from before. I touched his claves and rubbed my way up his thighs..."You gotta tell me your choice..." He gave a tiny moan, a breathy kinda squeal..."my ass..." I held his butt cheeks in each hand and let my breath warm the way into his crack. I puckered and loudly gave his rim a loud wet mwauh! He laughed...I stopped the laugh by driving my tongue past the creases, into his first ring...I ate him out...I had him squirming and shaking I had him swearing and on his knees on his own. I stopped. He flopped onto his back...and sat up. He was unable to sit still...I knelt on the table in front of him...he pulled me into a breathless kiss...moaning at the taste of his ass on my tongue when I shoved it into his throat. I kept the kiss going until I had him flat under me...all sinew and leaking cock...he was alive in my mouth...his calluses scraped my butt cheeks as he ground us together. I tugged his ass apart and slipped one finger into his assring..."I want us to come like this...do it...be slutty for me..."I chewed on his shoulder as I whispered to him. With a sudden flop and arch, my finger went deeper into him...he fucked down on it and with a shout of my name we came together...he held onto my ass and thighs...I flooded his neck and jaw with strong strings of my come...his sprayed everywhere...I tormented his prostate again and again forcing him to jump off the table for relief. I pulled him back down under me and we slipped and slid together in nasty aftershocks. "Now," I held his face, "don't get weird on me..." He shook his head..."Fuck you...I'm all in..." Twisting the Melody It was going to be one of those nights where she could get carried away by the music. Some nights were like that - none of the conversation or rustling or clinking of bottles and glasses ever reached her; totally captured by the piano she could float. From where he sat in the half-lit embrace of his table, he watched her play, a small smile curving his mouth. It was the last night she would play here, and he'd sat at this same table the three preceding evenings, watching, waiting, pondering. The large-bellied snifter in front him held only a shallow flicker of cognac, a cigarette smoked forgotten in the ashtray next to his right hand. His other hand smoothed over his suit jacket. He was irresistibly charmed by the idea that she was unknowing. Through narrowed eyes he gazed at the light over her head, images of possible futures running through his swiftly leaping mind. He imagined the curve of her arms stretched over her head, the sweet arch of her slender body, he anticipated the fearful questioning that would light her eyes. Entranced by her own weaving, she played longer than she had at any other show, moving eagerly from lilt to lament to boisterous exclamations. When she rose from the bench finally, her slim legs were shaking with exhaustion and satisfaction. Beneath the benison of the final applause, her face warmed and opened with shy appreciation; a flush of pleasure mantled her cheeks, she dimpled. He knew her routine; he'd been studying her for weeks. She went to the bar and got from the smiling bartender a small snifter of liqueur and a steaming cup of black coffee. Her fingers flickered through her small clutch purse and withdrew the gold case that held her slender cigarettes. He was at her side with his lighter before she could worry her own out of the small bag. "Permit me," was all he said, touching her lightly on the shoulder and cupping the flame between his fingers. She looked up at him and smiled, her blue eyes still a little dazed and filled with music. "Thank you," she responded, tilting her coppery head down and drawing the flame close to the tip. Sitting back, she took a long draw from the cigarette, her eyes closed as she stretched slightly and exhaled slowly, head tilted back on her long neck so that the smoke spilled upwards towards the ceiling. When she looked back at him a moment later, he was smiling at her. "I've enjoyed your shows," he offered, tucking the lighter into his pocket again. "Thank you," she said with pleasure. "This has been a wonderful place to play . . . such a marvelous piano." Her eyes wandered dreamily over his shoulder, back to the dim black gleam of the Steinway. He made small talk with her for a few moments then excused himself. He was eager to be prepared. He had been half-afraid that she would sense something, but she was deliciously unaware. He felt as light and deadly and inexorable as steel. He waited for her in his car, watching through the rearview mirror until she emerged from the club. A thin black coat over her black velvet dress, a creamy scarf drifting over the glinting ripples of her long-spun hair. As he followed her from the parking lot onto the dark street that led to her hotel, he found himself counting the minutes and the seconds. Everything depended on the car stalling within five miles. He had no need to worry; only a mile down the dark, late road, he saw her car slowly move to the grassy verge and stop. He drove past, saw her through the window trying to re-start the car, turned his own around and circled back. "Car trouble?" he said to her through his open window. She unrolled her own and smiled back at him. "Hello again," she said. "Yes, I can't get it to start." "Get in and I'll drive you back over to the club," he offered, reaching over to unlock the passenger side door. She looked undecided at the dashboard of her car, then pulled the keys from the ignition and tucked them into her purse before getting out. She opened the door and sat down gratefully on the warm leather seat, pulling the seat belt across her lap and locking it. "Thank you," she said, settling back and looking over at him. "I'd've hated to walk back." He put the car in gear and pulled away, smiling slightly and reaching a hand into his breast pocket, where he tapped the contents lightly with a forefinger. He drove on down the road, turning as if to return to the club. When he drove past the turn, she reacted with surprise. When he pulled into an empty parking lot across the street and stopped, she tried to get out of her seatbelt and out of the car. The seatbelt wouldn't open, nor the door. She turned to look at him with a horrified dawning of suspicion in her eyes, and her glance lighted on the liquid-soaked pad that he was bringing up to her face. Pinned by the seatbelt and nowhere as near as strong as he, it took only a moment to subdue her. Her breathing lapsed into the slow waves of unconsciousness, her body loosened and tumbled back against the seat. He lowered the windows and drove, breathing slowly until the fresh air replaced the thick fumes and he was alert again. He took a plastic bag and put the pad of soaking cloth into it, along with the empty vial. Before he drove out of the parking lot, the bag was thrown over the side of a dumpster, lost. Driving, his mind danced from thought to thought. When he was safely onto the Interstate, he relaxed slightly and let his right hand reach over to stroke the glowing hair away from her face. Her skin was soft and warm, slack with sleep, defenseless. There was a surge of triumphant tenderness through him and he brushed a wayward tendril back from her cheek before turning his attention again to the road. He didn't have much time. She was still unconscious when he arrived; he heard the garage door slide shut behind him and sighed with relief. She was tall, but so slim that she felt like nothing in his arms. He carried her carefully into the house, into the room he'd readied for her. He lay her down on the bed and carefully pulled coat and scarf from her, then her shoes, leaving her asleep on top of the covers. Then he pulled her wrists together, cuffed and then chained them to the top of the bed. He stepped back from her and looked, slowly roaming her body with his eyes, wanting that moment when her eyes opened at last. He checked his watch and left the room, pulling the door shut behind him, turning off the lights. He removed his clothes and put them away on their hangers, sliding his shoes into their appointed places on the closet floor, underclothes neatly tucked into the hamper. From the back of his closet he pulled a long robe, thickly warm and deeply crimson. He slid it on over his naked body, belting it around his waist. He smiled at his reflection in the mirror, savoring the thought of her blinking up at him from the bed. He poured a few fingers of cognac into a snifter on his way back to her room; lit a cigarette as he moved smoothly down the hallway and put his hand to the doorknob. As he opened the door, he caught the slight sound of a breathless whimper and knew she was awake. Dazed, confused and stiffly aching from the pull on her shoulders, her body twisted on the bed. She was trying to push herself upright, but her hands were chained down too low; with a half-sob she rolled onto her side and blinked at the light pouring through the doorway. He watched her, walking slowly into the room, letting her dazzled eyes recover so that she could watch him approach, bring him into focus. He saw her eyes move over him, see the snifter in his hand and the cigarette in the other. He sipped at the cognac and smoked, watching her face blur with fear and anticipation. She did not speak, but bit back a moan of pain from her arms and stared up at him, blue eyes wide and unblinking. He set down the drink and reached out to run a proprietary hand over her body, cupping her shoulders before moving to stroke her breasts through the tight velvet of her bodice. Then his fingers glided further, caressing her flanks and the smooth curve of her thighs. She shivered under his fingers, the blue eyes closed tightly and she made a soft sound of protest and tried to pull away. He stepped back and put the cigarette out. From the pocket of his robe he drew out a slender piece of steel and pressed a button. The silvery blade of the knife erupted into the room, and her eyes sprang open at the sound. Fixed unwaveringly on it, she watched as he drew closer and closer; saw the hand holding it approach her neck. The tip skittered teasingly over the tight skin, over the pounding throb of her pulse, and across to where a thin strap of velvet caught her dress about her left shoulder. She whimpered as the blade slid under it and sliced. Then the knife danced across her collarbone, teasing slowly over skin pale and quivering. Then the other strap, falling back over another white shoulder. She lay under his hand, immobile and slack with fear. The knife whispered down the front of her dress, sliding through the thin fabric that fell aside like the peel of ripe fruit, uncurling slowly to reveal her. He drew a deep breath when her full breasts lay free and naked under his fingers, he paused for a moment to fondle them, savoring the warm curve and delicate nipples against his hands. Her body arched in protest and his fingers tightened and twisted slightly. He watched her writhe and heard the gasp that escaped her. Slowly she stilled herself again to him, inexorably he returned to paring away her outer skin. Over the small swell of belly and down to the valley between her thighs, showing thin and tender white cotton over tight red curls. Slicing away the skirt from her legs, slender in black stockings that ended in lace before a few creamy inches of skin. Open before him, she lay quiescent on the bed, her hair spilling away from her face, her chest moving swiftly. Her teeth bit down at her lower lip, thin streams of silver tracked down from her eyes and soaked into the coverlet. He turned and set the knife down on a far table, retracting the blade with a snick. Her breath was ragged, her feet slid helplessly against the bed. Before he returned to her, he flicked sparks onto candle wicks that caught themselves up in flame and danced before the dim silvery gleam of a mirror. Mysteriously twinned, standing sentinel over his conquest of her. He turned, the rich nap of his robe gleaming, limned in reflected fire. He pulled the fragments of her clothing from beneath her with firm hands, ignoring her plaintive sobs and the steady fall of tears. Her voice was confused, dazed, frantic, pleading; it twined itself around his senses, even in terror still warmly golden. His fingers were now rapt upon her body, gliding over the trembling skin with luxurious abandon. His, to plunder as he wished. He was drunk with the scent of her, had to pull back with icy control. He left her with the thin protection of fabric still wrapped around her loins, and turned her over with firm strength, his hands exploring the pale thinness of her skin, every vertebra etched along her spine. Her narrow waist, richly flaring hips, rounded buttocks slid beneath his fingers. Trailing down her bare thighs to the taut stretch of lace at the top of her stockings, then over the length of them to the delicately arched feet. The air in the room was thick with quiet, heavy with the unspoken. Her plaints had died away in the face of his disregard. He sighed softly, trailing a last finger down the curl of her spine before bending over her and unchaining her wrists from the headboard. With surprising strength he pulled her to her feet and drew her, staggering slightly, across the floor of the room to a small stool. He chained her hands, hooking them on a dangling catch that he then raised until they hung well above her head. Stepping back, he kicked the stool from beneath her feet and heard her gasp as she dangled, suspended, only her toes brushing the floor. The slender lick of leather lashed out into an arc that cracked against the drawn skin of her back. He heard her cry out in shock at the slash of it, saw the thin line of pink skin rise up against the cool air. He measured carefully the waning quantity of his self control and set the lash aside and turned from her. He could feel a hard excitement taking control of him as he plundered through a drawer, finding at last the box that he sought and pulling the tiny clamps from their nests of cotton with shaking fingers. Onto the high, tight nipples he fixed them, maddened by the sudden thrust and twist of her body as they pulled at her delicate skin. He stood aside from her and watched as she struggled for stillness, sought to balance her aching body on the tips of her toes, all the while shuddering under the maddening force of the clamps. A trickle of sweat ran down her back, vanishing into the line of lace at her hips. He watched her, running the tip of his tongue over his lips, one hand unconsciously caressing himself through the fabric of his robe. She could not see him standing behind her, but she felt him. With a mouth dry and tight, she finally spoke again to him. 'Please . . . don't . . . please . . . why,' she begged him quietly. 'Because,' he answered softly at last. And he curled the end of the lash about her throat, a threatening leather caress that made her shudder. The lash hissed softly from around her neck and curled back over his shoulder before slashing across her unprotected back. This time she screamed softly, jerking and shaking as the clamps reminded her. He drew his arm back again, and again, and again. He surveyed the delicate tracery of angry red that he was lacing across her back and thighs. She twisted, dangling, unbalanced. Without warning, he lowered her, watching her collapse onto her knees before him. 'Get up,' he told her, his voice commanding. She tried to stagger to her feet, but her arms were numb and she stumbled. He knotted his hands in her long hair and dragged her up onto her feet, pulled her to him. Her face was sweet with tears and her eyes were closed, the soaked lashes curling darkly against the whiteness of her face. He buried his face in her neck, inhaling the fragrance of her fear, fingers curving through the thickets of her hair as he crushed her to his chest. Unthreading her wrists from the cuffs, he lay her back onto the bed, hearing her hiss with the pain of the covers grating over her tender skin. With his right hand, he released first one clamp from its grasp on her, then the other. Leaning down, he tilted his lips to the swollen red nipples and circled them with his tongue. His hand drifted down over her belly, finding the damp wisp of cloth between her legs and running a soft finger across it, feeling the soft cushion of tangled curls. 'Mine,' he murmured with enchanted satisfaction. 'Oh, my dear.' And he paid no attention to her denials, curling his tongue around a hard nipple and sucking on it until her back arched up from the bed. Through the lace, he could feel her slow warming; his finger teased up and down, his palm cupped her, he could feel her hips rising mindlessly in response to him. His lips were hungry on her breasts, his other hand moved up to pin her wrists above her head and he heard her groan in a surprised pleasure as his fingertip pressed between her lower lips and found the pouting tip of her clitoris and started to stroke it. 'NO . . . no . . . ' she protested, her head twisting against the bed as she fought herself for control. He let his finger slide away and then slip under the fabric and between the tight curls until he found the slick wetness of her. 'Mine,' he whispered with a smile, raising his head to look her in the face, his finger slowly slipping through the warm folds. Her face was tight and she tried desperately to close it to him, to pull her eyes away his, but he could feel her control slackening. Her voice rose in soft protest against him, her body tried to pull away, her head twisted tautly on her neck. He could see the pulse pounding against the delicate skin of her throat, and he moved to kiss it. Under his mouth she whimpered and fought with slowly decreasing ferocity. He let the tip of his finger plunge into her shallowly, astonished by the heat that met him; she let out an anguished cry of surrender at the sensation and he pressed all the way into her. Nearly beyond thought, he closed his eyes at the tight warmth around his fingers, feeling her hips bunch and leap against his hand. 'God, so ready,' he said, gasping at it. He found her open lips with his own and kissed her with careful delicacy, taking possession of her mouth, devouring her, feeling the slow response he was igniting in her. He freed her wrists and stroked her breasts, twirling her nipples beneath his fingers until she gasped and her back arched. Between her thrashing legs his hand stroked, plunged, twisted, drove into her until he could feel her tense and shiver and tighten around him. He watched her shudder into orgasm with fierce approval, his mouth on her neck as she gasped for breath and her cries of shamed pleasure escaped between her lips. He slowed, stilled, felt her reach out to cling to shreds of control lost before he moved and stood up from her. Standing over her so that she could see him, his deep eyes framed in olive skin, his hair dark and curly against his face. She lay looking at him, her eyes tight with shame and gleaming with tears. 'Now,' he said, and his hands moved to the belt about his robe and untied it, before he let the thick garment fall to lie puddled on the floor at his feet. His naked body glowed with the warm light of the candles, she could see the hard evidence of him and her eyes closed, her face turned away and tried to bury itself in her hands. 'Look at me,' he said sternly, inexorably, waiting for a heavy moment before she turned to him again. 'Please - ' she begged him, 'please . . . ' He sat on the bed and pulled her bruised and trembling body towards himself, pinning her in his arms, her hair falling over his arm. 'Mine,' he said slowly and deliberately as he bent to her lips, His mouth came down hard and dizzily on hers, and she was helpless as his fingers found her, plundered her, turned her, explored her, lay her open before him. His weight pinned her to the sheets beneath him, he held her still as he slid between her legs, feeling the inviting heat of her wetness, hearing her stifled moan. His hands stroked down to her hips and he lifted her, raised her until he could plunge into her totally. He heard her cry out as he entered her and then he heard nothing but the roaring in his ears as her heat surrounded him and held him and he moved faster and faster into her. Pulling away from her was agony, thrusting back deep was beyond pleasure. He held her so tightly that his hands bruised her, his relentless rhythm against her was tearing away what remained of her control. Maddened, his mouth dove onto her breasts, tight and demanding, sucking, grating with his teeth until she cried out in mingled pleasure and pain under him. He raised himself onto his arms and looked down at her. Her eyes were wide and dazed, her lips glimmered as she ran her tongue over them and he watched shudders possess her and take her further into the maelstrom. He could feel himself fragmenting, melting away before the heat of her; with a final thrust he impaled her and felt her body convulse under him as another climax claimed her. Holding her tightly, he let go of his own passion and exploded into her, hot pleasure shooting through him as he felt himself fall forward against her. He held her then, loosely cupping his hands around the drawn muscles of her shoulders. She shook with weeping beneath him; he did not speak but soothed with wordless murmurs, fingers stroking her hair, her skin, the moist tautness of her cheek. Exhaustion settled in her body, weighing her; he felt her drop away from him and into unconscious slumber. Twisting the Melody With gentle hands he slipped her beneath the covers and drew them over her before examining the room, catching up the knife, tucking lash and clamps away in drawers that locked with a tiny key. He drew the door shut behind him and shot the bolt quietly before walking down the hall to the study, where he poured another snifter of cognac and sat before the fire, sipping, staring into the flames and pondering the next lesson. Twisting the Straight Line What can I say but, I was out of my element, way out of my element when I walked into the Twisted Armadillo Bar not far off Sixth Street. It wasn't the flamboyant atmosphere, nor was it the predominance of guys in muscle shirts that threw me, what really threw me was how quickly I was outed as a "bi-curious" hetero slumming it in the local gay bar. Once inside, I worked my way around the edge of the crowded dance floor and found myself a spot at the bar, immediately ordering a margarita. Feeling like I could use a half a dozen Tequila solos, I was grateful when the bartender handed me two drinks. "Happy hour, 'til nine," he said nodding at the clock, which showed it was five 'til nine. "Okay then, go ahead and bring me another." "Just under the wire," he said, moving off to prepare two more drinks for me. Tossing the straw aside, I picked up the drink and brought it to my lips. Tasting the salt on the rim, I quickly took a large gulp, feeling the lime taste and then the sharp Tequila jolt me as the cold liquid went down. With another gulp I had finished my first drink and moved onto the second. Slipping quickly into my second drink, I continued noticing the odd looks I was getting. They all were pretty much the same, an initial interest, I guess as the regulars spotted a new and, hopefully, somewhat attractive face, but then the look quickly faded to pity, either because of the poor straight guy so obviously out of place, or because of an assumed missed opportunity. "Here you go," the bartender said, grabbing my hand as I reached for my wallet. "Compliments of the gentleman at the table," he continued, nodding toward a table tucked near a corner. "Oh, okay, thanks," I said, raising a drink and nodding toward the table. Before the bartender could walk away I quickly asked, "So what do I do now?" "What would you do in a straight bar? I mean if a woman bought you a drink." "To be honest that has never happened to me before. And am I that obvious?" "Flashing neon. Look, the guy over there seems interested, maybe he wants to try and twist the straight line a bit. You should go over and sit down." Grabbing my two drinks I said, "Thanks," and headed over to the table. Walking slowly around the edge of the dance floor, I looked at the man sitting at the table. When I had first looked over at his table he had a couple of friends sitting with him, but now I could see he was alone at the table. Looking closer at him I immediately saw he was not one of the muscle shirt guys, he wore a loose fitting and very flowery shirt with the top three buttons unbuttoned. His brown hair was cut short and he had a neatly trimmed beard and mustache. As I got closer, he stood up and I could see he was not very tall, probably 4 to 6 inches shorter than me, making him about five-seven or so. Placing the two drinks on the table I reached out and shook his very soft and petite hand saying, "Hi, thanks for the drinks. Do you mind if I sit down?" "Please do," he said, pulling a chair out for me. Sitting down, I looked down his body as he turned and moved back to his chair. I could see he was rather slender in spite of the shirt and loose fitting pants. He sat down and simply looked up at me, smiling, but saying nothing. Immediately a bit uncomfortable at his gaze I blurted out, "I'm a bit nervous, I feel..." He reached up and touched a finger to my lips, silencing me. "Your first time in a gay bar?" I nodded. "I could tell." "That obvious?" "Shhh, just calm down a bit, you look like you're about to jump out of your skin." Taking a gulp of my third margarita, I nodded and said, "Well, with a bit of help from Mr. Cuervo here I'm trying to relax a bit." "Look, most of the people here don't really fit in... I mean they fit in here, but a lot of them don't always fit in out there. Once you get to know the people here, they warm up, they warm up a lot. They were just sizing you up, waiting for you to either run out of here or stay a bit." "But you..." "I took a chance, besides I liked your eyes," he replied. "I'm Gene, Gene Terrance." "I'm Adrian, Adrian Collins," I replied, meeting his gaze and looking closely into his eyes. He had long eyelashes, giving his brown eyes a deep, mysterious air. I had finished my third margarita by then and started on the fourth. Beginning to feel a bit more comfortable, if not with the surroundings, at least with Gene, I moved my chair closer to him so we could talk a bit more quietly instead of shouting across the table. "You from around here Gene?" I asked. "Yeah, pretty much grew up here. What about you?" "No, I'm traveling on business, I'm from Houston." "You fly in or drive?" "I drove this week." "You come here a lot?" "Yeah, my company's got a project going here so I come every other week or so. We're constructing a building for the State on the north side." "How long a project?" "Maybe a year or so." "So you'll be coming back a lot," he said hopefully. "Yeah, through most of the construction. You work around here?" "Yeah, I work part-time while I'm chasing my masters, at a restaurant not far from here." "What do you do?" "I'm their chef," he said, shrugging. So, you a regular here?" "Ah, not really, I mean I used to come in a few years ago, but I've changed a lot since then, I don't think anyone would recognize me." His answer seemed a bit odd, "You lose a lot of weight or something?" "Or something," he said smiling. "Hey, why don't we go somewhere a bit more quiet." "You know a place nearby?" "My apartment if you're game." Emboldened by the four margaritas I quickly answered him, "Sounds good, want me to just follow you in my car?" "Can you drive now?" "Well..." "Look, I'll drive, once the margaritas wear off I'll drop you back here for your car. I'm not too far away." "Lead the way," I said, carefully standing up from the table. I followed him out to his car, a pretty beat up Nissan Sentra and, scrunching down, I was able to climb into the front seat, even managing to close the door. My knees were wedged against the dashboard and I began feel a bit claustrophobic. "You can move the seat back if you want, the lever is in the front there," he said pointing to the front of the seat. I reached down, but couldn't reach it the way I was jammed in there. Reaching over to help, he leaned over my lap and grabbed the lever. The seat slid back giving me some leg room and letting me catch my breath. Gene didn't move as the seat slid back, instead, turning his head to me and kissing me firm on the lips. After a moment of shocked surprised, I warmed to him, opening my lips to the probing of his tongue, responding by entwining my tongue with his. I expected his mustache and beard to be a bit scratchier, but it felt all so soft. In fact, as I moved my hand to his cheek, I was surprised at how soft his skin felt. "Oh my," he said, sitting back up in the driver's seat, "if we keep this up, I don't think we'll make it back to my apartment." Feeling my erection pressing against my pants, I was ready to carry through right there, but then realized that even though we were parked near the back of the parking lot, there were bound to be people passing by sooner or later. I leaned my head back against the headrest as he started the car. We didn't talk much as we drove, and although Gene's hand rested on my thigh, suddenly he seemed to be a bit on edge. He drove cautiously, at a speed slightly below the speed limit, but we finally made it to the apartment complex. Walking closely behind him, I followed him into his apartment, which looked fairly run down from the outside, but once we looked inside I was amazed. It was immaculate, perfectly clean, with some very interesting artwork on the walls, nicely complimented by the furniture. It looked like an interior decorator had just finished a masterpiece. "I'll fix us a drink," he said, but I grabbed him and pulled him to me. I began kissing his forehead and down over his eyes while pressing my erection against him. He responded similarly, but I was a bit surprised as he ground onto me. I felt something, but it felt as if he wasn't fully erect. Figuring he may be used to this and it will take a little more than kissing to get him going, I continued. He pulled away between kisses and pointed to the couch saying, "Why don't we sit down?" Taking my hand he led me to the couch, where I sat. Instead of sitting, he walked over to the stereo and turned on some music. Then he turned off most of the lights and returned. I went to reach for his cock, but he caught my hand and held it aside as he kneeled down, leaning forward between my legs. He kissed me on the mouth, running his tongue into my mouth as he unbuttoned my shirt and began playing with my nipples. Quickly he kissed me down over my chin, down my neck and moved to my nipples. Circling one and then the other with his tongue, he was beginning to drive me crazy as each time he hit the nipple I felt a jolt shoot down into my cock. Gently biting the nipples, he moved his hands down and quickly unfastened my belt and pants. Slipping my cock out, he looked up to me and smiled, then immediately dropped down, touching the tip of his tongue to the tiny, pre-cum filled hole in the head of my cock. He then grabbed my pants and began pulling them down over my hips. I kicked off my shoes and raised my hips, letting him pull my pants and underwear completely off, while I took off my shirt. I quickly bent down to remove my socks and found myself completely naked, while Gene, completely clothed, pushed me back on the couch. Resting my head on a pillow, I watched him take my cock in his dainty mouth and begin sucking me. One of his hands moved to my balls while the other stroked my shaft. The light was dim, but I could see the glistening knob of my cock disappearing and then reappearing into his mouth as he moved up and down over it. It was only a short time before I felt my balls tighten and I thrust my cock as deep into his mouth as he would let me and came. He kept me in his mouth as my cock pulsed and spurted my cum into him. Holding my cock in his mouth as it slowly shrank, he sucked every drop that oozed from it. When he finally let it slip from his mouth, he leaned up and kissed me again. I immediately began unbuttoning his shirt, but he suddenly seemed very nervous. Slipping my hand into his shirt, I moved my fingers to his nipples. While they seemed normal at first, I noticed that as they got hard, they got large, at least larger than I expected on a man. "You sure you don't want a drink?" Gene whispered to me. "No, all I want right now is your hard cock," I said reaching down and grabbing at his crotch. He pulled back before I could feel much, but what I felt seemed odd. I wondered if he might have a problem or something, but continued toying with his nipples. Finally getting his shirt unbuttoned, I could see, even in the dim light, that his nipples were very large. "Your nipples are so big," I said passionately. "I... I... I have something I need to tell you," he began, but I quickly kissed his mouth, quieting him. I moved my mouth down to his enormous nipples and ran my tongue over them. "I'm different from what you..." "We're all different," I said, moving my hands to his pants and unfastening them. Trying to reach my hand in, Gene suddenly stood up. Sitting up I asked, "What's wrong?" "It's just... it's just..." "Just what?" He turned his back and removed his pants and underwear. His ass was quite nice, so soft looking and looking up, I noticed how small his waist was. Then he turned and... and... His cock was small, like maybe three inches long or so. It looked somewhat hard, but it hung down over... over what I expected to be balls. He had no balls, no sac, instead, underneath his cock was a slit, with light pinks lips just protruding from it. Gene stood motionless as I took it all in. His tiny cock didn't have a head like mine, it was just smooth skin curving over it and there was no hole. If it wasn't so large I'd have sworn it looked like a... like a clit! Still trying to figure out what I was looking at, I gazed up at his face and saw his eyes were closed. I let my eyes pass down his body, his hairless chest, his slim waist, the outward curve of his hips, his strangely small cock and his... his pussy. Gene had a pussy, he was... she was... "Gene?" I said, my voice cracking some. "If you want I can take you back to your car," he said. Reaching up and gently touching his clit I said, "No, I want you I said," feeling a tingling in my own cock. "What can I do to... for you." "You're okay with this?" "I want to, but... you need to tell me what..." "Will you suck my dick?" "Your dick?" He reached down and grabbed the small cock and held it out. "My dick." "Okay I said," moving closer to him. "And just don't... don't penetrate me. My ass is okay, you put anything you want in there just don't do my... my other opening." "Your pu..." "Please don't say it." "Okay, okay Gene. Look, sit down on the couch and I'll suck your cock. Would you like that?" "Yes," he said, moving back to the couch and sitting down. I moved over between his legs and took his "cock" into my mouth. Though firm, it was soft enough and small enough that I could take it entirely into my mouth. Remembering what it was, I began sucking gently, knowing I couldn't treat this quite as roughly as my own cock. My tongue circled the soft "cock" as I gently sucked and I reached both hands around to knead his ass. I fought off the urge to slip my fingers into him, into his "other opening." Gene began lifting his hips off the couch as he got closer and closer to coming. I continued, helping him up to me each time he thrust upward. Then he moaned and arched his back and came. Immediately after coming he pulled back, sliding his "cock" out of my mouth. I rested my head on his thighs as he recovered from the orgasm. In a few minutes he whispered to me, "It gets too sensitive, when I come, it gets too sensitive unless I pull it out." "It's okay," I replied. "Adrian, I think we need to talk now." "Now?" I asked. "When do you want to talk?" "How about after we finish?" I said, standing up showing him my full erection. "You said something about that beautiful ass of yours." Smiling he said, "Yes I did, let me grab some lube." He returned in a moment and squeezed a generous amount of lube on my cock and began stroking it. "You have a nice cock," he said. "So do you," I replied. "It's different, but I like it." Gene kneeled down on the floor and turned his dainty ass toward me. I moved closer and said, "You'll need to help me here, this is all new to me." "Okay, we'll go slow. First put a little lube in the hole," he said holding the tube of lubricant out to me. "Once I'm lubed, work the head of your cock into me." Spreading some on my index finger I pressed it into the hole and then removed my finger. Moving close to him, I began pressing my cock to his ass, feeling resistance for a moment, then feeling it open up. I slipped the head in and said, "Okay, head's in." "Hmm, yes, I feel it. Now, let me push back onto you, that way you don't have to worry about pushing too hard," he said, leaning back to me. I watched my cock sink a bit deeper into him until I felt some more resistance. He paused a moment and then leaned back onto me. At first it seemed that was as far as it would go, but then, suddenly it relaxed and opened to me. He then moved back until his ass rested against me. "Okay, now you can move," he said. Slowly I withdrew and thrust, very gently, pausing when I had pushed myself all the way in. I continued, withdrawing and then thrusting, feeling the tight walls of his ass slip over me. Since I had already come once, I expected it to take a while before I could again, but the tightness of the opening created such a powerful sensation over my cock that in moments I was feeling it building in me. Moving faster now, I could feel my balls slapping against Gene as I thrust deep into him. He moved back and forth with me as I withdrew and then we crashed together. The pleasure shot through me and in a few more quick thrusts I felt my cock explode in sensation as I shot my cum deep into his ass as I collapsed onto his back. I wrapped my arms around his waist and held tight, trying to hold my cock inside him for as long as possible. In just moments, I could feel the tight ass muscles contracting, pinching my soft cock out of him. Gene then got up, walked to the restroom and in a moment returned with a towel. He tossed it to me saying, "For the cleanup." I took the towel and cleaned off my cock. Gene was standing near me and I reached for his "cock," but he pulled back. Making a disappointed face I looked up to him. "Remember, just after I come it's too sensitive." "You came again?" "Oh yeah, with you inside me like that, it just took a few jiggles of my cock to come with you. I'm surprised you didn't feel it." "Well, I thought I felt something, but I didn't know." "Yeah, that was it." "You know Gene, I'm glad you didn't tell me." "Didn't tell you? Oh, about..." he reached down and held out his cock. "Yeah, if you told me at the bar or before we started, I might have... ah... I might have backed out. The way it all happened it was fantastic." "I was worried." "Why?" "Well, it doesn't always work out like that." "It doesn't?" "Yeah, last time I surprised a guy he beat the shit out of me and then fucked me." "Fucked you?" "The other opening." "He raped you!" "In a way." "Not in a way, he fucking raped you. You should have called the cops." "Right," he said, "look at me, what cop's gonna believe me, especially after I had sucked off the guy." "Dammit, that's just wrong." "Look, I have it better than many. The ones who have it really bad are the male to female transsexuals. Some guy thinks he's having sex with a woman and it turns out to be a guy. At least I'm working with gay guys, they're a little bit less worried about the situation." "I guess I can see that," I said. "Anyway, I recovered and I try to be a bit more careful. You were just great, I mean, it's like you were turned on by it all." "Well I was, I loved it. I'd like to do it again." "Right now?" "No, I mean next time." "You want to meet again?' "Of course. Look when I get back to my office I'll call you and let you know when I'll be in town again." "I'll mark my calendar. Twisted Armadillo again." "Yeah, I think I like the twist, at least the way you twist it. How did the bartender put it?" "You mean 'Twisting the straight line.'" "That's it, he mention that to you?" "Actually I had mentioned it to him a few days ago, I guess he liked it." "Well you twisted it once and then back again." "I guess I did," he said, "I guess I did." He leaned forward and kissed me on the mouth again. Twisting the Tale To write an erotic short story with a surprise ending, create a situation that involves a conflict between the main character and a rival or adversary. These characters should struggle against one another to reach the same goal or opposite goals for different reasons (motives). Be sure to set up a series of increasingly difficult obstacles for your main character to overcome as he or she seeks to achieve his or her goal. At first, have things either going his or her way or going against him or her. Then, have the story end in the opposite way, with things turning out for the better or the worse, depending on whether they were initially going poorly or well, respectively. In addition, end your story with a surprise. Here is an example, based on "The Calendar," one of my own short stories. At the beginning of the story, several customers urge their barber to enliven their visits to his shop by hanging a pinup calendar on the wall for them to admire while he cuts their hair, arguing that it will be good for business. The next time one of the regular customers visit's the shop, it is crowded with clients of questionable gender. When this customer's turn comes to have his haircut, he asks the barber why his shop is crowded with "faggots." The barber answers the customer's question by referring him to the new erotic calendar that hangs on the wall, which features nude men cavorting with one another. When the customer demands to know why the barber has hung a gay calendar in his shop, the barber replies that he himself is gay, adding that his customer was right: having hung an erotic calendar on the wall has improved business. Part of the trick, as it were, in writing this story was o depict the regular customers as not only heterosexual but also as macho men and to ignore the barber's sexuality altogether, with the result that the reader assumes that he is also straight. This way, when he reveals himself to be gay, the reader is surprised. The same technique is used in any other story to effect a surprise ending: set up one expectation for the reader and then have the story end in a different, but nevertheless plausible, way. Here is another example, based on "Photo Op," another of my stories. A man driving from Kansas to Las Vegas, Nevada, waits his turn to refuel at a gas station, ogling a beautiful young woman in a mini-skirt. It's a blustery day, and he hopes a gust of wind might lift her skirt so he can get a glimpse of her panties. As the wind teasingly flutters her skirt about her thighs, the man muses upon the thought of her underwear, wondering about the style, cut, fabric, and color of her panties and wishing he had not packed his camera away in the trunk of his car. Finally, a gust of wind does lift her skirt above her waist, and the shocked motorist sees male genitals in place of the panties he'd expected to see. Again, he is sorry to have packed away his camera, lamenting the spectacular "photo op" he has missed as a result. The trick, so to speak, in writing this story was to focus the reader's attention on the femininity of the transsexual character and, more specifically, on the main character's obsessive interest in what type of panties she might be wearing. By continually focusing on the panties' style, cut, fabric, and color, the expectation that she is wearing panties is created and maintained for the reader. Therefore, when it turns out that she is not wearing panties--and that, moreover, she is a transsexual rather than the biological woman that the main character has assumed she is--the reader is surprised. Again, the writer has set up one expectation and ended the story in a different, but plausible, manner than the one that he made his reader expect. Let me offer one more example, again from my own work. In "Nothing All," a woman in a BSDM relationship is anxious because she doesn't know why she is going to be caned and she relies upon knowing the nature of her offenses against her master as a means of avoiding the instrument of discipline by avoiding repetitions of her misdeeds. She tries to imagine what she may have done, or not done, or done wrong, but she can think of nothing, and she becomes more and more alarmed before and during her savage whipping. Finally, once the brutal punishment is over, she knows that her master will allow her to know the reason for his having caned her; therefore, in the future, she can avoid displeasing him in this way and avoid further punishment for the same offense. Throughout the story, the reader has shared her expectation that her master will identify the reason for the caning, and, therefore, he or she is surprised when the victimizer replies to his victim's earnest query as to what she has done to have deserved such a merciless beating, "Nothing at all." (By the way, I have also written a gay version of this story, which also appears on Literorica.com). In general, a surprise ending works because the writer exploit's the continuum between the two extremes that characterize most thought and understanding. Seldom is anything pertaining to human thought, belief, emotion, or conduct black or white; it is almost invariably some shade of gray. Hence, in relation to human behavior, particularly in the indulgence of the senses, Aristotle urged "moderation in all things." By moving the reader in the direction of one extreme, or opposite, such as, for example, naiveté, the writer ends by showing the reader that the character whom he or she has assumed to be naïve is, in reality, sophisticated or experienced. When the writer accomplishes his duplicity adroitly, as by O. Henry, for example, or H. H. Munro, or, hopefully, yours truly, the reader is surprised. Twistominoes Game 01 Many a risqué college game combines a simple innocuous element with horny co-eds to produce enjoyment for everyone involved and spectators too. I have devised this game in a similar fashion with a simple premise. What happens when you combine a crowd favourite like Twister and a non-favourite like Dominoes? Read on, dear reader, read on. Twistominoes Game 1 Equipment: Just a standard set of double-six dominoes. Pen and paper could be useful, but not necessary. Players: 2-X. More players would make for a merry time, and would quickly ramp the difficulty level up. The bulk of the players won't make it past the second or third round. Need for a game marshal: Not necessary, though it would make it easier to coordinate the game and call people out when they lose. The first person out can easily be the marshal. Setup: 1. Mix the bag of dominoes. 2. Determine which body part the numbers 1-6 refer to. Clean versions would use more extremities like hair, ears, hands, elbows, shoulders, knees, and feet. Risqué versions may include lips, cheeks, necks, chests, inner thighs, etc. A pen and paper could be used to clearly define what each number references, or could be used to randomize the assignment of body parts. 3. Order the players in a row so that everyone knows whose turn is next. For ideal arrangement, the player genders should be alternating, though this is not a necessary limitation. 4. The first player starts in the middle of the room. He or she may stand, sit or perform any desired contortion, but standing is recommended for beginners. Rules of the game: A player (Player A) draws a tile from the bag and holds it horizontal. The next player (Player B) must perform the action stated on the tile. When the tile is held horizontal, the left number corresponds to the body part of A that must be connected to the body part of B referenced by the right number. It is B's responsibility to perform that connection. If it cannot be done, or if B breaks any previously made connections in the process, B is out and the next player C must make the connection. The game carries on until there is only 1 player left. What to do with blanks: Blanks serve as a way to change existing connections. When a tile with a blank and a number is drawn, the player may remove a connection to the body part denoted by the number and should make a new connection with the same body part to any part of any player. It is particularly useful for escaping from a difficult position or for strategic placement. Double blanks allow the player to break all connections to a single body part and make a new connection with that part. Blanks also make the game more dynamic, so they may be removed from the bag before play for beginners. On to the story! Let me introduce you to my fortunate guinea pi... I mean intrepid demonstration crew. They are all suitably above 18 and have no baggage to interfere with the empirical execution of Twistominoes. Jake, Alan and Simon met Trisha, Gina and Mandy for the first time that day at some obscure camp in the middle of nowhere with naught to do but get into trouble. Jake and Alan are tall and lanky, two or three inches past six feet. Jake is a blond, and Alan's hair is a plain chestnut. Simon is shorter but better built, having played some recreational sports in high school. Trisha is the smallest girl at 5'3", with black shoulder length hair inherited from her Asian mother. Gina is a taller blonde, perhaps on par with Simon for height. Having been raised on a ranch dealing with horses, she packs quite a bit of muscle in her wiry frame. Mandy is a comfortable 5'8" and a true redhead with a dash of freckles. It was a warm night so everyone was in shorts and T-shirts. The story began with the six of them in a room flipping channels on a tiny TV with poor reception. "There is nothing on, at least nothing that we can actually see," griped Trisha. "Yeah, I guess when they said we'd have free time to do our own thing, they forgot to mention that we're stuck in the middle of nowhere with a crappy TV," Alan chimed in. Jake got up and found a cupboard with a few musty board games. "They have Monopoly, Risk, Dominoes and Rummy." "I hate Risk." Simon opined. "Monopoly is boring." Gina piped up. "That leaves us with Dominoes and Rummy? They're both the kind of games my grandpa would play!" groused Jake. "I know what we can play!" Mandy stood, smiling. "Have you heard of Twistominoes?" After explaining the rules of the game to them, the group lined themselves up alphabetically - Alan, Gina, Jake, Mandy, Simon, Trisha. Since it was their first play, Mandy set the numbers up comfortably. 1 - Head, 2 - Left Arm/Hand, 3 - Right Arm/Hand, 4 - Left Leg/Foot, 5 - Right Leg/Foot, 6 - Back. She took the blank tiles out of the bag, since this was going to be their first game she didn't want them to descend into chaos. Not yet. "Everyone knows what to do? Alan, start us off." Alan moved to the middle of the room and drew 6-6 from the bag. "Gina, you've got to go back-to-back." Gina moved herself into position. Alan was easily half a head taller than her. "Remember, if at any time, you lose that connection, you're out. You're allowed to make more connections if you need to maintain your backs touching." Mandy reminded them. Gina reached into the bag and retrieved 3-6. "That could be complicated," remarked Jake. "So my back has to touch Gina's right hand? How about I stand here and she touches my back?" "Of course," replied Mandy. Jake took his place half a foot from Gina and she plopped her hand on his shoulder. Mandy shrugged; her arm is touching Jake's back.. Jake drew 4-3 and Mandy laughed before kneeling and grabbing Jake's left leg. She got 5-2 out of the bag and Simon too knelt down to touch Mandy's right foot. At this point, he found Gina's thighs at eye level. He quickly looked away before Gina noticed. Drawing 3-5, he motioned Trisha over to his right side so he could touch her right foot. Trisha pondered a little and decided to face inward. It seemed logical to be facing the group. "What's next?" asked Alan. "Here's where the fun begins," smiled Mandy. Trisha picked out 3-1 and reached out to touch the top of Alan's head with her right hand. She smiled, knowing it had been a wise decision to face him. Alan drew 4-6 and Gina stopped. "So now my back needs to touch both his left leg and back?" "Yup!" replied Mandy. Gina thought about it a while and got Alan to take a half step back with his left foot. This essentially extended his left leg back enough for her to slide down a little and voila, she was in contact with both leg and back with her own back. She spread her legs slightly for support on both sides of Alan's extended leg. Simon chose that moment to look up and had to quickly look away again. He was in a perfect position to stare up her grey shorts. Gina got 1-1 and she pulled Jake in so the sides of their heads touched. Jake extracted 6-5; Mandy needed to touch his back with her right leg or foot. Since she still needed to touch his left foot with her right hand, and keep her right foot to Simon's right hand, she got Simon to support her foot to touch Jake's back while she balanced on her left. Jake was tall too, so he graciously dipped a little to ease Mandy's stretch. He almost overcompensated when Gina reminded him that their heads needed to touch. They slowly moved into position, Jake moving back closer to Gina and lower towards Mandy's raised foot. They made it! Everyone let out a sigh of relief and a nervous giggle. What's next? Mandy drew 3-3 - right arm to right arm. Her right arm was already occupied with Jake's ankle and Simon's right hand was on Trisha's right foot. The game was getting difficult. Since they were packed in closer now, Simon lifted Trisha foot and moved it over so his arm could touch Mandy's arm that was at Jake's ankle. They made the connection, albeit shakily. Trisha grabbed on to Simon's shoulder for balance with her free left hand. Simon realised that his current position now limits his surreptitious view of Gina, but opens Trisha up completely. In his kneeling position, his face is barely 6 inches from her open legs. Over to his left, Mandy had also got one leg up, her green shorts nicely tight over her butt. He snapped himself out of it, picked 2-6 and laughed nervously. "You have to touch your back to my left hand, Trisha." Trisha looked down and followed his left shoulder to his left hand, currently supporting Mandy's right foot to Jake's back. "Wow, you certainly don't make it easy for me!" she remarked. "Come on Trish, you can do it!" Gina cheered her on. Trisha took stock her precarious perch, balancing on her left foot. She was holding on a chunk of Alan's hair with her right hand and her right foot was all but tied up in the knot between Jake, Mandy and Simon. "Well, since half my body is already over there, I'll move over there completely." The group agreed that it was a good idea. She took a few tentative hops, stabilizing herself on Simon as she made her way over. Simon helped her cross him and decides to support Mandy's knee with his elbow so his left hand would be free to touch Trisha's back. Jake and Alan look back over their shoulders at the mess behind them and see Simon almost buried in Mandy's thigh as he supported both Mandy's right foot and Trisha's back with his left arm and Trisha's right foot with his right hand. Damn lucky bastard, thinks Alan. Everything has gone downhill since the back-to-back with Gina. Now he was stuck facing outwards, balancing Gina on his back and leg and grousing about how fortunate Simon was. Simon was indeed thinking about his fortunes at the moment. Both Gina and Trisha were breathing-distance away from him and he marvelled at their toned legs. He could see her white panties through the legs of her blue shorts as they stretched wide above him. Trisha could tell that Simon's gaze was flitting back and forth from the floor to her crotch. She shrugged it off. Games are meant to be played to win, and if Simon got a few lucky glimpses in the process, well, that was part of the game. "My turn!" she called out. "What's in it for me now?" A 2-3 meant that she could not hold on to Simon for support, but instead needed to grab Alan's free right hand. Dropping her hand down between Gina and Jake, Alan met her halfway on his left side. Trisha has nice soft hands, he thought and he held on to her. "You've gotta help me keep my balance, Alan. If you move your head away or drop my hand, you're out!" Alan smiled, it wouldn't be so easy to get him out. Alan drew 1-6 and Gina muttered under her breath. There is no way her back could stretch across Alan's leg, back and head! Rather than perform the impossible, she reluctantly opted to bow out. "What happens now?" asked Alan. "Well now that Gina is going out, anyone who is connected to Gina can let go." Gina was not entwined as much as the others, so she simply slipped herself out of the tangled mess and claps happily. "And then?" continued Jake. "You have to make the connection that Gina couldn't or you're out too." explained Mandy. "So I need to touch Alan's head with my back?" "Wait a minute before you do that. I'm going to turn around so it's easier for me." Alan turned around slowly, making sure not to break the connection with Trisha. "Now I can support you easily." Trisha smiled her appreciation as Alan dipped lower to touch Jake's back with the side of his head. "Hope you washed your feet today, Mandy." Mandy wiggled her toes in front of his face and Alan faked a bite, eliciting her laugh. "Now, now you two. Play nice!" Jake picked 5-5 from the bag. "Wow, my right foot to your right leg?" Mandy looked perplexed. "Well it's doable, but..." "What's matter, Mandy? Losing at your own game?" taunted Jake. What is she going to do, Simon wondered. Her right leg was on Jake's back and his elbow was locking her knee. "Trish and Simon, you're going to have to lower a little so I can get up." Up? Simon and Trisha shrugged and complied. "I don't see how you're going to make it," remarked Trisha. "You'll see." Mandy promised. Mandy picked herself off the floor, trailing her right hand along Jake's left side to the edge of his shorts as she stood up, sending shivers up his spine. Now standing on her left foot, she inched forward so her right thigh was connected to Jake's back and her right foot was hanging free. "Jake, take a step back with your right leg," she instructed. With his right leg extended backwards and a little more pushing, she managed to touch the back of his right thigh. "I've made it!" she crowed, the other five people looking on amazement. "That's impressive," Gina clapped, the only one with free hands to do so. "This is picture worthy!" She declared, retrieving her cell phone from the couch. Before anyone could object, she had snapped two pictures of Mandy seemingly on Jake's back and Simon's arm wrapped around her thigh. Mandy's turn revealed a 5-1 which meant that Simon needed to bring his head to Mandy's right leg. He had many options and chose to nestle his head at the small bit of exposed skin between her green shorts and his arm wrapped around her leg. Mandy suppressed a smirk. She knew he'd go for it. She considered wiggling her butt against his cheek but thought the better of it. Simon's turn produced 2-4. Trisha needed to make her standing left leg connect with the over utilized left arm. Since his arm was entwined around Mandy's thigh and then her back, she knew that it was nigh impossible. But she wasn't going to give up so easily! "Simon, I want you to stretch down and touch my leg." "There's no way I can reach that far. I need to be in contact with your back or you're out." Trisha slid down his arm so her back was resting against Mandy's thigh and touching the inside of his upper arm. This brought her hip right up against his face and now his hand was free. But he couldn't reach low enough to grab her thigh. "The leg goes all the way up to the butt right?" she asked Mandy. "Yes that would count," Mandy remarked innocently, even though she knew exactly what needed to be done and what Trisha would do. "Simon, rest your hand on my left cheek." Simon willingly complied, even giving her butt cheek a greeting squeeze. Trisha flinched, but didn't break any connections. That exercise in contortion completed, Trisha drew 2-2 from the bag. Alan easily took her left hand in both hands. Alan picked 4-4 and shuffled his left foot over to Jake's. Jake got 4-1; Mandy needed to bring her head to the same left foot. Knowing that the impossible task had come, Mandy too bowed out. Simon seemed to be pouting as she extricated herself from the tangled web and he had to touch Jake's leg with his head. "There are only 2 more tiles in the bag," noted Gina, who had taken more incriminating photos as Mandy was climbing out from Simon's grip. "Well we'll play to the end of the bag and then we'll take a break," Trisha decided for them all. "And since I'm the last girl standing, I should be the winner." "We'll see," said Simon as he picked up 5-4. "There are still 2 more steps for you." "This one is easy. Simon, move your right foot over to my left." She crowed triumphantly as the last tile was 1-2. She shoved her head into Alan's left hand and they were done! "Great job guys, we all survived Mandy's game." Alan clapped Jake on the back and gave Simon a mock punch. Next time, he'll be the lucky one, he swore. "How did you guys find it?" Mandy smiled. "I thought it was a great game!" remarked Simon. "I'm sure you did, you big perv!" Trisha exclaimed in mock horror. "Let's take a break and play again!" Gina offered. No one was going to disagree. ---- If you liked this game and the story that came with it, please give it 5 stars. I've thought up variants and other ways to play it and I'm thinking of sequels. If you liked the game a lot, and want to try it out in real life, you may do so, but I reserve all rights to the game and the concepts behind it. If you'd like to write a story involving your own characters or even some of mine, please do so with a mention or reference to this story/article. Twistominoes Game 02 This is a continuation of events from Twistominoes Game 1, so if you should read that if you haven't yet. The rules of this game are described there, and I will only cover the variant that our plucky demonstration team will use in this second game. If you're ready, read on dear reader, read on. Twistominoes Game 2 Variant Rule: Scoring Twistominoes can be played with scores and players may choose to complete or fail each challenge. Each number and corresponding body part is given a score. When a player completes the challenge, they will get a score based on the difficulty of the play. If the player chooses to pass on the challenge, they will lose the same points they would have earned. This will encourage each player to complete their challenge for each missed opportunity comes with a hefty cost. Back to the story! Just five minutes prior, Alan, Gina, Jake, Mandy, Simon and Trisha finished their first game of Twistominoes. Trisha had claimed victory since she was the last girl standing even though all three guys had survived. They took a break, but now they were itching to play again, though no one wanted to be the first to voice it out. Gina was the first to speak up. "I'm ready for the next round, but I'd like to propose a change to the rules." Everyone was attentive before she finished her first sentence. "Why don't we play with points instead of dropping out? We can choose to perform it, or choose to pass. Harder plays means more points." "Good idea. Arms can be 1 point; legs can be 2 and the head and back should be worth 3 points." Jake offered. "We should also include the difficulty from both players. So arm to arm would be worth a total of 2 points, while a foot to head should be worth two plus three so five points." Gina continued and everyone nodded in agreement. "To make this even more of a competition, we shouldn't be helping other players out." Mandy's eyes seemed to be smiling as if she had something up her sleeve. "In the last game, we were accommodating each other. This time, whatever position we stop at will be the position that the next player needs to conform to." The group shrugged their acquiescence. "I think we should change six to body instead of only the back." Alan chimed in. He didn't want to be trapped facing the wrong way all game this time. No one had any violent objections. Simon was already thinking about rubbing up against some of the girls. They set their numbers up and got ready to play: 1 - Left Arm, 2 - Right Arm, 3 - Left Leg, 4 - Right Leg, 5 - Head, 6 - Body. This would mean that 1s and 2s would be worth a point, 3s and 4s two points and 5s and 6s worth three points. Standing in the middle of the room again, Alan drew the first tile for Gina. 6-1 meant Gina had to place her left arm on Alan's body. She opted to stand parallel to him and placed her palm on his sternum. Alan wasn't as well built as Simon, but right then he was happy for his flat tummy. At 6'3", he was the tallest of the guys, an inch taller than Jake and half a foot taller than Gina. Her pick was 2-3 and Jake brought up the first question of their game. "So if I need to touch her hand with my foot, can I get her to help me hold it up or do I need to balance it myself?" The group thought about it and decided that it would be safer for Gina to hold it up, though he would be responsible for his balance. Since Jake was also tall, he held on to Alan's shoulder for support and raised his left leg to hook on Gina's waiting arm. "I'll balance on my right so you won't have to carry the weight of my leg." Gina smiled her appreciation. Jake got 4-4, so Mandy stood facing his right side so their feet touched. She knew better than to face away from the scrum. Her tile was 3-3, so Simon stood on her left side in the same manner. Mandy obviously knew how best to play the game. "How are we keeping score? So far we've all been really successful." Trisha asked before Simon drew her tile. "We could do a mental sum. They're not big numbers and we're all college students. So far we've all got 4 points except for Jake with 3." replied Gina. "Alan hasn't scored a point yet." "It's coming up shortly," he remarked in his defence. Simon picked 4-3 from the bag, another leg to leg combo. Trisha stood directly behind Mandy so that Simon's both feet were touching the girls' left feet. Her turn produced the first of what could be many challenges. A 1-4 meant that Alan needed to get his right foot into Trisha's left hand without extra help. However, they were at opposite ends of the group. "I'm allowed to modify any of my connections to make my way there right?" He moved Gina's hand from his belly to his back so he could snake his right leg around Jake and Mandy to where Trisha's hand was. Precarious as it was, he completed it with a sigh of relief. "That was a hard-fought three points!" The back of his knee was resting on Mandy's hip as it turned around her, but Mandy didn't mention anything. Gina laughed in delight when Alan drew 6-2, right hand on body. She moved Jake foot over so she could put her other hand on Alan's side. Jake wobbled slightly but stoically kept his balance. Another easy four points for her. Jake groaned when she pulled 1-5. With his left foot perched up on Gina's right arm, he couldn't bring his head to get to her left arm on Alan's side. With his right foot immobile, he decided it wouldn't be feasible to lean forward into her arms and put all his weight on her. If he chose to pass on the challenge, he would have to subtract 4 points from his current total of 3. Unless... "So if I can't get you to move for me, can I physically move you?" he asked Gina. "I don't want to be the first player to have a negative score!" "I think as long as you don't make the other person move their connections, it should be fine? What do you guys think?" Trisha coined in. "So as long as her hands on me stay in the same place, Jake can move her forward and backward since her feet are still free?" "I think that's fair," replied Gina. "What do you need me to do?" "I need you to come forward so I can put my head near your left elbow." Gina closed the gap between her and Alan and Jake could bring his knee closer to his chest. Jake tried resting his forehead on her forearm near Alan's back. "It's hard to balance, but if I hold on to Alan, I think I'll be alright. Are you okay Gina?" "Umm, yes..." came her tentative response. Alan turned his head around and found his eyes two inches from her left breast. "Wow, this place comes with a view," he remarked cheekily. "If I had a free hand, I'd hit you," warned Gina. "I believe you, please be nice to me." Gina was very nice indeed, Jake thought to himself. A true blonde at 5'10", Jake was glad she was tall. This would have been a miserable if he had to do it with Trisha. Gina was darker from spending time in the sun, but not very much so. All that work out at her parents' ranch meant she had such a good muscle tone. Right now, the muscles that had Jake's attention were her breasts. No beating around the bush there - she had nice breasts. Not as big as Mandy's seemed to be, but at least a 34, probably 36 from his vantage point. He could see the outline of the lace toppings on her bra through her white cotton T-shirt. Her T-shirt was opaque for the most part, but he could have sworn that her nipple had hardened under his scrutiny. His cock twitched in response. Gina forced herself to take long calm breaths. She hadn't had a boy so close to her before, not counting Tommy from next door. Even though she was trying to deny it, Jake's proximity was making her feel uncomfortable, but in a good way. As he gazed unabashedly at her breast, she wondered if he could see her nipples straining against her bra and T-shirt. The thought of it only served to compound the problem, causing them to protrude even more. Jake suppressed a grin at Gina's expense and selected 2-5 for Mandy. Easy! She put her head on his right shoulder. "Don't lean too much," warned Jake, "I'm in a pretty precarious position." "You'll be just fine," Mandy smirked as she drew 6-4 - her body to Simon's right leg. Simon opted to slide his right foot up Trisha's leg and touch Mandy's back with his knee. Trisha laughed and mentioned that it was ticklish, but didn't complain much. For her, Simon had 5-5. "Simon, you'll have to come down a little. I'm quite a bit shorter than you." "Maybe you need to come up a little," he taunted. "Whoa, don't forget my foot," reminded Alan, his foot in her left hand. Trisha moved herself towards Simon and reached up with her right hand to pull his head closer so the tops met. "There, done!" Her draw revealed 4-2. Alan stretched best he could and barely touched her right leg. "You've got to keep it there," warned Mandy. "I know," he muttered in response. Another good stretch and he managed to get a grip on Trisha's thigh. "This was easier when we helped each other." "Yes, but harder is more fun!" They took a breather to tally their scores. Alan now had 6, Gina had 8, Jake had 7, Mandy 8, Simon 9 and Trisha was ahead with 10. "The two heads were the clincher! That was an easy 6 points," she exclaimed. He brought out 4-5 and Gina let out a sigh of frustration. "I can't get my leg up to touch your head, not with Jake in the way!" "Then lose the 5 points!" laughed Simon. Gina growled, but had little choice. She was down to 3. Jake had to forfeit as well when she drew 4-5. He didn't want to move his head from its wonderful place. He had unintentionally started to slide down her forearm and was now close enough to see his breath fluttering against her T-shirt. He was also certain that the stirring he had seen before was her nipple subconsciously reacting. Her body was also having a similar effect on him, his erection beginning to take full form. Gina wondered how long she would take the mix of humiliation and arousal before she bowed out. A little longer, she decided as she felt her nipples harden again. She could feel a heat building in her loins; surely she wasn't getting wet! Jake produced 6-6 and Mandy quickly moved in for the kill. With her head still on his shoulder, she leaned in and pressed her breasts against Jake's side. Jake jerked with the sensation, and that drove his face right into Gina's breast. She gasped she felt his nose, his open mouth, his hot breath on her. She too flinched in shock, her right hand slipping down Alan's side to stop at his hip. She almost lost her grip on his back if she didn't grab on to his T-shirt. Gina's state of arousal doubled instantly and she felt the first bit of dampness between her legs. Jake quickly drew back and apologised quietly before anyone else noticed what had transpired, but the damage was done. There was a wet spot where his open mouth had collided with her breast and it was conspicuously situated at her nipple. Her cotton top happily absorbed the liquid and she was sure Jake could see through the wet material. Jake couldn't decide which was best, Mandy's breasts against his right side, the accidental collision with Gina's breast or the now-translucent area right at her nipple. He could feel Mandy's full breasts moving against him as she breathed and that got his nether regions to full attention. He was suddenly so grateful he went to this camp and that there wasn't anything good on television. Alan heard the brief commotion behind him and noticed Gina's renewed grip on his T-shirt and wondered what was going on behind him, but once again, he was facing outward. Damn! Mandy picked out 1-2 and Simon took Mandy's left hand with his right. He selected 2-2 and Trisha's right hand joined in. Alan had to forego Trisha's 6-5, though the thought of pressing his face into her chest was worth losing the game over. Mandy was now leading the pack with 14 points, ahead of Trisha and Simon at 12 and 11 respectively. Gina had dropped to 3, Jake to 2. Alan's chances of winning were negligible at 0. He had lost all his points because he couldn't reach Trisha. "There are only 3 tiles left," remarked Alan as he felt the contents of the bag. "That won't be fair because Simon, Trisha and I won't get our turns." "Since you're losing, what do you propose?" Mandy asked. "Let's do it this way. We'll draw the tiles and all of us need to perform that action. It's a chance for all of us to get points, or lose a whole bunch," he suggested. "Sure. That sounds fair." Trisha had not given up on winning this round too. "Ready? Let's go!" Alan drew 3-1 and there was a quick flurry of action to touch left legs to left arms. Simon was the first to react, pulling Mandy's left hand down to his left hip. "3 points," he shouted enthusiastically. Alan was the first to pronounce defeat. His left leg was too far away from Trisha's left side. Trisha winked at Simon and he willingly brought his left hand to rest on her left hip, an easy 3 points for her too. Jake could not move his left leg anywhere so he took the loss like a man. He then quickly moved his left arm over his head, well out of reach of Mandy. She didn't seem too upset about and graciously lost the 3 points. Gina kicked her left foot out and Alan caught it on his left side. This new angle brought Jake's face back within breathing range of her breast, but she was already wet and didn't care. 2 more tiles and she could excuse herself. "That round went well," remarked Alan. "The next one is... 1-1!" Jake quickly brought his free left arm to Gina's. Gina's left hand was gripping Alan's shirt to balance the weight of Jake's head and couldn't move. Alan had committed to holding Gina's leg the round before and was equally immobile. Mandy wasn't getting these points either. Trisha moved her left hand over to her hip where Simon had placed his hand. Easy points again. Simon leaned sideways to touch his elbow to his hip where Mandy's left and Trisha's right hands were. "Last one, everyone hold on! 3-6!" Alan shouted. How would they move their bodies to touch each other's left foot? Alan, Jake, Simon, Gina, Mandy and Trisha all knew it was futile. "Are we done then?" Gina needed to get away from Jake's hot mouth. His breathing was making her flustered and she was beginning to feel faint. "Let's tally the scores before we break," Trisha exclaimed. "Well I'm at -1," replied Gina. "I'm at -4!" returned Jake. "Probably the lowest score." "Shouldn't Alan be lowest? I'm at 11." Simon thought aloud. "Nope, I actually have -2 now, so I beat Jake." "I've 4 points. I was ahead early, but a bunch of left hands and feet were impossible for me." "I won again!" crowed Trisha. "I've 12 points!" With the scores tallied, the group unravelled gingerly. Jake's leg was numb from being raised for so long. His groin was also numb from over-stimulation. He hoped no one noticed the extent of his arousal. Mandy took her time moving away from him, and seemed to be deliberately rubbing against his side. He thought nothing of it, his eyes following Gina as she took off to the washroom in a hurry, possibly to avoid questions about her wet spot on her T-shirt he thought. He watched her bound away, admiring her grey shorts and toned calves. Lucky me! Gina blushed as she escaped. She could feel Jake's eyes boring into her back as she closed the door to the washroom behind her. She peeled off her shorts and stared at the damp spot in the middle of her panties. She let out a long breath, and screwed her eyes tight as if to imagine the offending evidence away. Jake was quite a handsome guy and this game had brought them a little too close for comfort. Maybe she ought to talk to him after and see what he thought of her? Nah that would be awkward! Simon was slightly upset at the uneventful game. Maybe he could convince them all to play again? He believed the main problem was that they were all standing and it was hard to reach around everyone. If the starting person began by sitting on the floor, everyone would need to get closer. And closer meant more contact. The possibilities would be limitless. ---- All rights reserved. If you like how this is turning out, please vote favourably for it! Once again, you're free to play this game in real life. Write up a story of your adventures! If you would like to use this game in your own story, don't forget to make a reference to Twistominoes Game 1. Twistominoes Game 03 Please read Games 1 and 2 for the rules of this game called Twistominoes. There is no big rule change in this game, only a change to their game strategy. If you're ready for a little more accidental contact, read on dear reader, read on. Twistominoes Game 3 Another five minutes have passed since the second game, and our group of college students are getting more worked up. Alan is still looking forward to a more involved game having been poorly placed in the first two games. Simon got fresh with Mandy and Trisha in the first game, but had an uneventful second game. The last game was all about Jake and Gina, or at least Gina hoped no one had noticed. Jake had been literally pushed past the borderline and had momentarily gotten Gina's clothed breast into his mouth. "Gina, are you alright?" Mandy asked her through the closed washroom door. "Just fine," came the reply. "You've been in there a while." Gina stood before the mirror, staring at her flushed reflection. "Stay calm, Gina, be cool." After psyching herself up and making sure the wet spot at her left nipple had faded, she exited the washroom to find the other five hanging around the couch area talking. Was it her, or was there a nervous tension in the air? "Are you feeling alright Gina?" Jake asked. She felt a flutter in her tummy and wondered what was behind his smile. "Yes, much better. So what are we doing now?" "I think we should play it again," volunteered Simon. He wanted to get back into the game. All this stalling for time was not helping his game plan. "I'm up for another round," quipped Mandy. "Though I think we should mix it up a bit more. I think Alan's bored of starting us out." Alan made a big show of rolling his eyes to express his boredom and Trisha giggled. Alan always got into lousy positions because he started first and couldn't reach Trisha afterward. Perhaps a chance would be nice. Trisha's gaze flittered from Alan to Jake and then to Simon. Simon was the shortest guy, maybe half a foot shorter than Alan, but still half a foot taller than her. She could blame her mother's Asian genes for being so predominant. Not that she could really complain. Trisha had a really good mix of genes. She received her mother's dark hair, fair skin and small stature, but her father's bright grey eyes and nose. She was glad not to get her mother's thin lips too. She kept fit with volleyball and was in the college team. She got her mother's temper and her father's demand for perfection. That drove her and she made no excuses for them "I liked the mass chaos at the end of the last game. We should do that after each of us have taken our turn, before the next round." Everyone agreed that Trisha's idea was great. "We'll all go once, and then we'll all do the group play." "How about we score no points for the group play, but we can connect with anyone we like? This way, it'll make more connections between multiple people rather than just a circle." Mandy offered. They threw out a few more ideas before deciding that talking about the game wasn't as fun as actually playing it. The new changes they decided on were: 1. They would each pick a tile to decide the order in which the play would go. The player with the largest number would go first, followed by the next largest, etc. 2. They would put all the tiles back into the bag after each round, i.e. after all players and before the group play. This was decided so that they wouldn't pick the same tile in a single round, though it may show up again in group play, but the game could continue on for longer because they wouldn't run out of tiles. No one wanted to limit the number of rounds they were going to play. 3. The group play would not be scored, as per Mandy's suggestion. The simple purpose of the group play was to further compound the connections. They would work as a group to make sure that everyone got connected. 4. A player could opt to lose 10 points to break an existing connection. If a connection was inadvertently broken, it would be a penalty of 5 points if it were reconnected. If it was left broken, it would be the full 10 points. They kept the same number arrangement and scoring: 1 & 2 - Left & Right arm, worth 1 point. 3 & 4 - Left & Right leg, worth 2 points. 5 & 6 - Head & Body, worth 3 points. After randomly picking out tiles, their new order was Simon, Mandy, Alan, Trisha, Jake, Gina. "Okay Simon, start us off!" Simon could not believe his luck. He already knew what he wanted to do if he were to start first. He moved to the center of the room and sat down on the carpet. Mandy smiled knowingly. Trisha was the first to speak up. "That would change a lot of dynamics." Gina looked around nervously and saw that Jake was looking at her. She looked away quickly as if his brown eyes could read her thoughts. Jake admired Gina unabashedly. He thought she was enticing, all aqua eyes and long blonde hair. He had checked if the damp spot at her nipple had dried, and it had. That had been awkward and random and strangely erotic. She'd probably think I'm nuts or crazy or something. He brought himself back to the game. Mandy had been dealt 4-4 and now sat on Simon's right side so they were facing each other and their legs were touching on the outside. She in turn produced 5-6 so Alan knelt down facing her so he could rest her head on his chest. Trisha was just moving into place with a 1-1; she opted to shake Alan's left hand and sat cross-legged on the opposite side of Mandy with Alan's outstretched arm hanging over Mandy's head. She drew 5-4 and Jake was the first player who chose to stand. He placed himself on Trisha's left so she could lean against his thigh. His draw was a 1-5 so Gina had to touch his head with her left hand. Fortunately he wasn't too tall, but she was forced to stand as well. She picked 3-5 and Simon had to reposition himself to reach her left leg. It wasn't far, but because he started off sitting, he would have to change his sitting position to get there. He stood up and making sure not to break the connection between his right foot and Mandy's right leg, he sat down in front of Jake and next to Trisha with his knees bent and feet between Mandy's knees. Once he was comfortable, he placed his head on Gina's left thigh. "That was a pretty fast round!" remarked Alan. "Yeah, we're getting good at this!" Mandy pointed out as they tossed their tiles back into the bag for the next round. "Simon, what's our group play challenge?" "1-4" came the reply. "Left arm, right leg." Simon grabbed Mandy's ankle since it was already under his legs on his left side. Mandy rested her left palm on Trisha's knee. Alan leaned forward and lowered his hand to touch Trisha's ankle so he didn't have to move. "That's cheating!" Trisha exclaimed. "Not at all," Alan replied. "That's just convenient." Trisha decided to slide over so her elbow could touch Simon's raised knee. Since Trisha had to lean over to reach Simon's knee, Jake had to come down more. He chose to sit facing Simon's back and touched Gina's left knee. Gina had no choice since her hand was stuck to Jake's head. She sat down next to Jake and he raised his knee so she could prop her arm between his right knee and his head. "Gosh that was hard," remarked Gina. "You look like you're pretty uncomfortable over there Trisha." "You're in a pretty similar predicament," Trisha noted. Simon drew 3-6 and Mandy grabbed his left foot under his right knee to rest on her belly. "No tickling!" she warned. Alan had to think when he saw the 4-1 that Mandy picked. He lowered his arm even more so that his elbow now rested against Mandy's thigh. Mandy had to move her head around so it was on his back. This in turn moved Simon's foot lower so he was barely connected to her belly with his toes. No one seemed to notice or comment but Simon felt a slight stir of excitement. His toes were less than two inches away from the crotch of Mandy's green shorts. He wondered what kind of panties she wore, having seen Trisha's whites earlier. Mandy had noticed, of course. She made no show of it, but the thought of Simon's foot dipping lower made her quiver with anticipation. The game had to go on though. Maybe she'd be dealt something good later. Alan retrieved 5-5 and Trisha muttered under her breath. Being stuck to Jake's right knee, she couldn't move over to touch Alan's head. "Alan, you owe me for this one." Even in defeat she was fiery. She produced 6-4 for Jake and he moved in closer to her so his rose right knee would be under her armpit. He picked 2-6 and Gina put her right hand on his shoulder. Shoulder is pretty much body, she reasoned. No one seemed to argue. "I think we should be allowed to drop a connection if we already have two on it and we get a third." Gina suggested. "Yeah, I've got three links to my left arm. I wouldn't mind letting go of Trisha's hand so we can both stretch back." Everyone agreed that the game was getting much harder with so many connections. They decided that when a third connection is needed, the first connection will be dropped. Alan and Trisha cheered when they released their handshake. He still had to keep his hand on her ankle, and her elbow was still on Simon's knee, but at least they had some breathing room. Mandy could remove Simon's right leg from under her knee, but since neither of them had anywhere to go, they left it there. Gina finally removed her hand from Jake's head and moved her hand to his knee. She caught herself staring as he shook his head to release the tension in his neck. She was surprised that she had never met him before today. Their campus was pretty big, and they hadn't introduced themselves much apart from their names. Her draw produced 1-5! "That can't be fair; I just had this last round!" she complained. "Don't worry, my head can't be in two places at once," Simon comforted her, his head propped against her knee. "I'll forfeit this round." "Ready for the group play? It is, drum roll please, 6-2, déjà vu." Simon said as he displayed the tile. "We should make a new connection even if you are currently connected in this fashion," he continued, pointedly at Gina who stuck her tongue out at him. Trisha put her right hand on Mandy's left shoulder. Alan's right hand went to Mandy's right side. Mandy wrapped her arm around Alan's waist since her head was still against his chest; it seemed like the smart thing to do. This pulled him even lower and closer so her head rested on his right shoulder blade. He was stuck with his elbow to her right thigh and hand Jake placed his hand on Trisha's back. Gina decided that she would also reach for Trisha's back since Jake was sitting next to her. She brought her hand from Jake's shoulder and across his chest to reach Trisha, but she was blocked by her own knees. Jake's left hand was still resting on her knee and Simon's head was on her other knee. She knew she had to change position to reach. She motioned to Jake and Simon that she needed to move and she rotated onto her knees with her left hand propped on Jake's knee. With her move complete, she could now stretch across Jake's chest - why did it have to be so wide? - to touch Trisha's back. Mission completed, Gina let out a short breath. She tried to ignore the fact that Simon was now resting the back of his head against Gina's left butt cheek and Jake's hand was on the back of her right thigh. Her position put her dangerously close to Jake and she could hear his breathing. She could feel the rise and fall of his chest as the memory of his hot breath against her breast came flashing back. She wondered if she was playing with fire, coming up so close to him again. His hand looked huge next to hers, she thought. Whatever she was thinking about disappeared in a flash as she felt Simon's hand on her belly. She jumped in shock. "Sorry, there's no where else to go," chuckled Simon, stretching his fingers wide across her belly. Jake watched in bemusement at Gina's reaction. Her position seemed rather compromising, but as long as she was comfortable with it, he wasn't going to stop her. If there were someone behind her, they would have had a perfect view of her shapely ass, well framed by her grey shorts. No one else had a better view of it than him. He could see the outline of her panties through the thin material of her shorts and he wondered if it were lacy like her bra. Maybe they were a matching set? He couldn't see her hanging breasts since she was too close, but he imagined them moving rhythmically as she breathed. All these thoughts were building a fire in his loins which he carefully hid with his raised knee. On the other side of the scrum, Alan could see the lovely breasts in question. He wished to have a girlfriend with such a beautiful body, but he hadn't much luck so far. His major was in software programming and it was dominated by dudes, with the occasional nerdy girl. None of them would hold a candle to Gina, Mandy and Trisha. "Are we all good? Let's carry on. Mandy, 3-4." Simon picked his tile. Mandy's right leg was free so she flicked it back towards Simon's thigh. His left foot had slipped all the way to the floor by now, and was barely touching the tops of her shorts, but when she brought her leg in, it shifted his foot inward until three of his toes were rammed up against her crotch. Simon's eyes widened and he nervously looked to Mandy to see if she was going to scream, but to his surprise, she simply gave him a mysterious smile. "Okay, my turn. Alan, you've got 6-6." "That's easy considering we're pretty much already touching." He pointed out. "Yes, but we don't want to break the connection. You'd lose 10 points remember." She jerked forward, jutting her chest forward to solidify the connection. This drove her breasts into Alan's side and surreptitiously forced Simon's foot deeper into the crotch of her shorts. Alan and Simon nearly died and went to heaven. Alan could feel her 38Ds in high definition, and knew the tent in his shorts was not a roll of quarters. Simon's breath got caught in his throat and he nearly choked. He imagined his big toe would be positioned right up against her clit, with his other toes touching her pussy. What would happen if he wiggled his toes a little? Mandy shivered as Simon moved ever so slightly. The boy must be dense, she thought. It took him quite a long time to get the picture. She had been on edge since the first game, but since the others had never played it before, she couldn't just jump right in. She rubbed against Alan's side with the pretext of taking a deep breath and enjoyed the way he tittered. With her arm around his back, she could always accidentally lose her balance and bring him crashing down on her. That would be nice. She shifted her hips so Simon's toe was right where she wanted it and closed her eyes in pleasure as she felt her panties grow moist. Alan's voice was a little shaky as he announced his tile "5-2." Trisha's right arm was already on Mandy's shoulder so she reached up and touched his head. He brought his head closer, and found himself staring right into Mandy's deep cleavage. That brought his erection to full strength and he hoped no one would notice, or if they did, he hoped they wouldn't mention it! Trisha didn't say a thing and carried on with the game, focused as she was. 6-5 meant that Jake had to put his head on Trisha's back. Since he had put his hand on her back first, it meant that he could remove it, while Gina had to remain there. He pondered awhile, and then placing his arm on the floor for support, he snaked his head under Gina's arm and placed it on Trisha's shoulder. This placed his face directly in front of Gina, neither of them allowed to move from it. He could have chosen to go further away, but he liked this position. Gina tried to look away, but found herself trapped by his gaze, like a doe held rapt by the stare of a lion. "You're deliberately making this difficult," she hissed quietly at him. "Yes I am," he replied under his breath. "And now it's your turn, 5-5," he continued, louder. "You planted that," she whispered furiously. "I didn't, but I'm glad it came out just this moment," he returned. "So are you guys going to get on with it? You're already only two inches apart." Trisha cut in, oblivious to Gina's discomfort. Gina opted to connect them with their right cheeks. It was getting harder for her to stay calm. His left hand was on her right thigh and had moved higher to the edge of her shorts. Her left hand was balanced on his knee and her other arm was wrapped around his neck. His breath was hot in her ear and she couldn't think straight. She felt the butterflies in her tummy dance beneath Simon's palm. The moistness in her panties was coming back as Jake breathed at her ear. Jake breathed in the scent of her hair. She smelt as gorgeous as she looked. His incident with her breast may have been an accident, but this time, he had played his moves deliberately. What did she think of it, of him? Would he scare her off? Gina quickly drew a tile for Simon so the game would carry on. 1-3. Simon wasn't going to move his left leg from its wonderful location, so he quickly forfeited. "Has anyone been keeping score?" Trisha asked. "I'm at an even 0, so I'm not winning this round." Gina and Jake could care less about their points, but they had 14 and 16. Alan had 15, Mandy 13 and Simon was at -2 for giving up all his challenges to keep his prized position. "Shall we do another round?" asked Mandy. "I've an idea to make it even more exciting." How could it get any more exciting than this, Simon wondered. Making sure no one was watching, he wiggled his toes hard against Mandy's crotch and smiled to himself when the seam started to show signs of dampness. He knew it! The horny slut had wet herself. He suddenly felt very virile and powerful, the growing wet patch on Mandy's shorts a monument to his abilities. Gina couldn't focus on what Mandy was saying. Jake's hand, hidden from everyone's view, was now mobile. It made its way lazily down her thigh, then caressed its way back up. She buried her face into his neck and let out a soft moan as her nipples peaked in excitement. I don't even know him, her mind cried as she involuntarily twitched her hips. Alan couldn't fathom a more exciting way to play the game. He had been staring down Mandy's top for a long time and it had taken a lot of concentration not to drool. She had an impressive rack, and his cue stick and balls were a raging testament to their beauty. "I'm game, what's your idea?" Trisha piped up, the only non-preoccupied player. "We turn off the lights." That got everyone's attention. ---- All rights reserved. If you liked it, please give me a 5. If you want to play this game or write a story with it, please give me the proper credit and link to the first game. Twistominoes Game 04 Please read the Twistominoes Games that were played up to this point for the basic rules of the game, and to get a feeling for the characters and the building sexual tension. I also want to point out that no one in the story is intoxicated, though peer pressure can be equally powerful in forcing people into doing things they normally wouldn't. I've opted to write the rules (and variants, etc) of the game at the top of the story so that you can quickly refer to them. The story will briefly gloss over the rules as Mandy tells the others. Twistominoes Game 4 Focus Player(s): Twistominoes can be played with focus players where everyone can only score points on 1 or 2 players. The focus players are chosen at the start of each round and do not need to actively make connections that round, though they will be similarly penalized for the breaking of prior connections. On each player's turn, they should draw a tile and announce it to all players. All non focus players should perform that action with any of the chosen focus players. The focus player receives 2 points for each successful connection to them. When it is a focus player's turn, he or she should draw a tile for all non-focus players to perform. All connections should be made to the focus player only even if there are multiple focus players. The focus player will receive the score for each successful connection, and will be penalized for each unsuccessful connection. Selecting the Focus Player: At the start of the round, the current focus player should draw a tile to determine who the next focus player(s) is/are. In a 6-player game, each player is assigned a number, and the players whose numbers that are selected are the focus players for that round. If a double (e.g. 3-3) is drawn, Player 3 will be the sole focus player. In a smaller group, each player may "own" multiple numbers or there may be blank numbers which do not correspond to a player. In a larger group, multiple tiles may be drawn to the same effect. Playing in the dark or in dim light: Use a set of dominoes with raised bumps so you may determine the numbers drawn by feeling, or use candles or night lights to change the game environment. Playing in the dark tends to reduce inhibitions and heighten the sense of touch. On with the story! "Playing in the dark? How are we going to do that?" Trisha wondered aloud as the group disentangled themselves. Gina hurriedly drew back from Jake, a loud blush across her cheeks. She could hear the blood pounding in her head as her eyes met his. What a heady rush, she thought, and they had only been flirting so far. The idea of doing something so naughty with a group of strangers unaware seemed to be raising the stakes, her temperature, and her state of arousal. "Well since this set has raised bumps, we could rub the tiles with our thumbs to figure them out?" Simon suggested. "Playing Twistominoes in the dark would change the game up quite a bit." "You have no idea," assured Mandy. Simon was sure that she was slightly smirking. Not that he was about to complain, his toes still jammed in her crotch rubbing against her clitoris. No one had yet noticed and he didn't want any attention drawn to him. "We should also play with focus players since all of us have got the basic rules down pat." She went over the concept of focus players and the rules around them. Trisha's eyes lit up when she heard the amount of points the focus players could possibly get. If she was the sole focus player, she could earn up to 50 points in a single round, not counting the points from her focus turn! That would definitely give her the victory! Mandy also explained what blank tiles were for (rules are in Game 1). They allowed players to break a single connection to the body part listed, followed by making a new connection with the same part. Double blanks allowed the player to break all connections to a chosen body part, to be followed by a new connection of the player's choice. Everyone agreed that it would have been helpful to play it that way in the previous game. Mandy finished her explanation and wanted to jump right into the game before anyone had time to cool off from the last game. She knew time was of the essence in this game. Each game built on the energy of the game before and she knew that the boys were getting horny and rowdy. The tents they were each trying to cover up easily gave them away. She could see Gina's nipples pressing firmly against her modest round neck T-shirt, so she knew where she stood. Trisha might be a hard nut to crack, but her drive to win at all costs could be the chink in her armour. She quickly reminded everyone that the scoring rules hadn't changed; the numbers referred to the same body parts and were worth the same points as before. With all that out of the way, she drew all the curtains and turned the lights off. There was still some stray light from the cracks in the curtains, enough to see when someone was moving, but not enough to identify who it was. Just the way she wanted it. "Everyone ready? For this game, we all need to be in the center, so head to my voice." The other five mutely gathered. Mandy handed each of them a tile and took one herself. "The largest number will be 1, until the smallest number is 6. Treat this as a practice for figuring out what tile you've picked out. I've 2 plus 6 so that's 8." The final order was Jake, Trisha, Mandy, Simon, Gina and lastly Alan who managed to get snake-eyes. "Alan, won't you do us the honour of choosing our first focus players?" He picked up 2-4 so Trisha and Simon were the first in line. Trisha was almost salivating. The two of them sat cross-legged in the middle of the group while the other four sat around them. "Jake, pick our first challenge. When you're done, put them back in the bag or we'll start losing pieces." Mandy's word seemed to be law, no one mentioned anything. Jake noted that each tile had an equal chance of showing up on any draw. "1-2," he called out as he reached to hold Trisha's wrist only to find someone else had beat him there. He settled for her elbow. Simon felt a hand take his hand and another wrap around his wrist. From the soft touches, he knew that Mandy and Gina had made connections with him, though he couldn't tell who was who. Trisha fished in the bag with her free right hand and retrieved 4-3. She counted the feet that settled on her ankle, calf, knee and mid-thigh. All four meant she got 16 points on top of the 10 points from Jake's turn. Hurrah! Mandy drew her tile and called out "6-1" as she tossed it back in. Simon expected two hands to touch his chest, but instead he had only had one on his left shoulder. One of the girls must have decided to touch Trisha instead. He racked his brains to recall who was seated on his left and who on his right, but gave up. Trisha felt a hand on her left shoulder, another on her right side and another flat on her belly. She too wondered where the other four had chosen to sit, but couldn't tell. Still, three hands meant that she had three times the points that Simon got that turn. Simon rubbed his tile and figured out that it was a double 4. Jake groaned on his left as a big foot shifted awkward to end up flat against his, so Simon figured it was Jake's. Another smaller foot rested on his ankle. A leg lay across his knee and another foot touched his thigh. "It's getting hard to play sitting on my bum," Mandy remarked, quickly getting the responses she was expecting. "Yes it's pretty difficult, I've got my legs crossed under me because my left foot's on Trisha and my right is on Simon," Jake agreed. Gina giggled next to him, admitting to be in a similar plight. The four non-focus players had all their extremities tied up already and the game had only just begun. "I'm worried that the next round when I'm not the focus player, it'll be hard to change position with all our legs connected," Trisha griped. "You could always opt to break some connections, so I can be ahead," Simon laughed. He knew she would have to be backed into a corner before she gave her points away. "Gina, what have you got for us?" "Feels like a 2, it's a 2-6." Mandy wasted no time claiming her spot as she wedged Simon's upper arm in her ample bosom. Simon caught himself before giving out a low whistle. So this is what Jake had in the earlier game. Looks like I'm the lucky one this time. Alan didn't want to climb across Trisha to get to her right arm, so he went across, intending to connect shoulders with Simon. When he bumped into something soft, he was confused. Simon's arms were well defined and the bounciness he encountered couldn't have been him. He prodded it with his head a little more before it dawned on him. With little choice, he skirted under Mandy's breast so his chest was connected to Simon's elbow. He was close enough to hear Mandy breathing behind him, and whenever she heaved, he imagined her large breasts moving in unison right above his head. He had to move his hand holding Trisha's to regain balance. With Jake connected to her elbow, her range of motion was limited and it ended up in the floor between Alan and her. Trisha placed her free hand on Jake's chest, knowing that every connection she could help make would earn her 2 points. Gina shifted in to rest her right side against the outstretched arm. Finally it was Alan's turn and he picked up a 3-3. Since everyone's left leg was resting on various parts of Trisha's right leg, they all inched closer and stretched out to try to cover both legs. It helped that Trisha was seated cross-legged, but it now meant that it would be nigh impossible for her to move without breaking at least one connection. Alan's foot was on her ankle and his calf on her knee. Mandy's foot was on her calf and she let her thigh rest on Trisha's thigh. Jake had to move closer in so his foot could reach Trisha's left ankle; he was previously connected to her knee. There was no space for Gina to get into the scrum, so she sidled alongside Simon so her left thigh was touching his. With the first round over, they mentally took stock of the knots they had made. In the course of the round, they had figured out where each of the others was in relation to themselves. Jake and Gina were seated together, her back towards him as she had both hands on Simon and her side to Trisha. The outgoing focus players were back to back, a position which made sense early on but would make it extremely difficult going forward. Jake's left foot was buried underneath the connection of Simon's and Gina's thighs so he knew he wasn't going to be able to move away. Not that he would want to; he liked to have Gina nearby. On the other side, Alan's body was parallel to the floor as he had snaked in between Mandy's breasts, her hand on Trisha's belly and her legs on Trisha's thigh. For all in matter, he could probably drop his weight on her thigh, but didn't want to. Mandy's breasts had initially been further away from his face, but now the undersides of her globes were resting on his cheek. He wondered how whether it was to due to his gradual upward shift or gravity bringing her to him. His cock stirred in his shorts, already aroused from the previous game. Trisha's hand was inches away from the waking monster and if the lights were on, she might have noticed or even taken offence. However, with the lights out, his secret was kept. "Everyone doing okay?" Mandy asked innocuously. She knew where all the dangerous spots were and she had chosen her seat carefully between Simon and Alan. She had seen the lust in their eyes and knew that if she played them right, they would influence the course of the game. Mandy did not have the perfect lithe body that Gina did. While Gina might have been a size 6, Mandy was a size 10. But bigger people have much greater assets and while she couldn't do anything about her larger frame, she made sure to eradicate all signs of excess flab. The only large fatty deposits she liked were in her breasts and butt, and she knew that others liked it too. A girl's weapons are only as good as their owner and she was proficient in their use. "When can we legally break connections?" asked Trisha. "Is it still going to be 2 connections, since the focus players have made many connections already." "Each turn is counted as one connection, so when another round involving that connection is made, the earliest connection can be broken," came the reply. That meant that Trisha had to wait for 2 more connections involving her right leg to break all the connections to her. All the non-focus players had already made 2 left leg connections, so if a left leg were to come out, that would also break her right leg-left leg connection. Trisha drew 1-6 for the next focus players and Jake and Alan were relieved. It was nice to have everyone else do all the work while they racked up the points. Since they were at different ends of the group, it was going to be a clear divide, or so they thought. Jake announced his tile, 3-5, and realised that most of the players wouldn't be able to reach him. He was free from Trisha's right leg, but still connected to her left foot, so it was moot! Trisha seemed to be pretty flexible, curling her body downward to touch her head to his calf. She brought the hand on his chest down to his belly, so Gina could also descend. Jake had that had been on Trisha's side migrated to her back. Gina shifted around Trisha arm and rested her head on Jake's thigh with Trisha's arm on her left shoulder. She held Simon's right hand in her left and her right hand was on his left shoulder. Being so close to Jake again bothered her in a nice way. Subconsciously she had moved in to sit next to him before the lights went out. She thought he had given her a smile before it turned dark, but she could have imagined it. Now, lying peacefully on his leg, it was easy to forget the game and focus only on the pulsating beat of her blood in her veins. He felt very warm to the touch and if her hands were free, she would want to rest them on his knee. She felt a queer sense of safety, and chided herself for being silly and thinking so. Jake knew that it was Gina on his left thigh and Trisha on his calf. Gina was also having a profound impact on him even though nothing serious had happened between yet. She just made him feel good about himself and life and everything. That's so strange, he thought, but she's got me thinking how lucky I am to be alive and here tonight. They snapped back to reality as Trisha pulled 3-1 from the bag before returning the tile. Gina opted to drop her left arm so her elbow was in Simon's side while her hand could rest on Jake's thigh in front of her face, just the position she had been imagining. If the lights had been on, it would have been really awkward, so she revelled in the darkness. Her left hand was pretty close to Alan's thigh, so she walked it over a few steps until it rested against his left inner thigh still connected to Alan's right hand. Jake had to slide his hand further up her arm; her elbow was now too far to reach. Mandy's wiggled her hand on Trisha belly until it reached under her armpit to Jake's knee, cutting an intrepid path across her right breast. If Trisha cared, she certainly didn't make an effort to show it. Mandy smirked quietly; Trisha was too focused on the game to know the trap she was falling into. Simon contemplated moving his left arm, but decided that since the two focus players were behind him, it could be disastrous! When Mandy reached around Trisha behind him to get to Jake, she crushed her right breast against his chest. The game was just getting better. He wished he had a free hand to get a better feel of the situation. Mandy revealed 6-1 in her draw again. Trisha crowed, she already had a connection with Alan at her shoulder and Jake on her back. Four free points! Mandy asked Alan if he could shift his arm so she could reach him. Since his chest was sandwiched between Simon's arm and her belly, he didn't take long to decide she meant that she wanted him to move to touch her body for her, and since no one besides Simon and him knew where her body was, he could comply without ramifications. With only a slight tremor in his hand, he adjusted his position forward to get his elbow on Trisha shoulder. Since she had leaned over to connect her head to Jake's calf, it was now a longer distance from Mandy's smoking body. He shuffled forward a few more times until he was ready to give up, Trisha was too far away from Mandy to keep Trisha's connection and make it to where he wanted to go. He announced his desire to break the connection with Trisha, who was nonchalant; she still had Jake's connection with her. Jake had lowered his hand on her back so his arm hugged Gina's side. The increased proximity was making both their hearts pound with excitement. It was just a game, and neither wanted to think about what came after. They just wanted to enjoy the game and each other while it lasted. Ten penalty points later, Alan's left arm was finally free to be placed squarely on Mandy's left breast. She laughed when he made contact and he gave her a squeeze in celebration which brought forth a lower chuckle. Simon knew what was happening just behind him and contemplated breaking all connections on his left hand so he could join in. For now, he consoled himself with 4 free points since he could feel Alan's hand working away at Mandy's breast. Alan's rampant fingertips stroked the little bit of bare cleavage at the V of her T-shirt and he could feel her nipple hardening under her thin top and bra. An even lower chuckle escaped from Mandy's lips and Alan's manhood swelled proudly. All the inching forward had brought the back of Trisha's hand right up against said swelling. She could feel its length against her forearm and it felt imposing and dangerous, yet oddly bewitching. As lewd as it was to be touching the junk of a guy she hadn't met before tonight, the thought that knew no one else knew or would know excited her. Of course she wouldn't deliberately go up to a guy and touch him up, but this was a game, and games were meant to be fun and to be won. Winning made games fun for her, and she knew she was about 10 points ahead of everyone else. Mandy could feel the juices flowing from her pussy. She had been turned on and holding back since the first game and she was finally getting the contact she craved. Alan's hand was that of an amateur, but it still felt good. She wondered how long it would be before Simon caved and wanted in on it. She could still remember his toes rubbing her clit and she knew that he did to. She breathed heavily into his ear and enjoyed Simon's shiver. Her arm across Trisha's chest began moving on its own accord as she got more and more into Alan's ministrations on her breast. Alan was getting bolder as he tugged the neck of her T-shirt to get at more of her titty flesh. Trisha's mind raced with unbidden thoughts as she felt Alan grow even firmer against her arm and Mandy's arm rubbed gently against her breast. She wasn't as well endowed as Gina or Mandy, but still a respectable 32B which looked great on her small frame. She bit her lip as Alan started to move slightly against her arm. Did he know that she could feel him? She shuddered as her body started to react to the quiet dual assault on her arm and breast. Simon wanted the game to move along; maybe a good draw would allow him to get in on the action. Give me a blank he prayed silently as he felt the tile. It wasn't a blank, but he realised that no one who know any better! "Um, it's a blank! Blank-1!" he lied. He let go of Gina's right hand, and wasted no time latching on to Mandy's right breast. She let out a gasp at his fervour, but she knew that he couldn't have held back much longer. Twistominoes Game 04 Mandy released her connection to Jake's knee, and sat back to give the boys more access to her breasts. Neither of them was going to report her for breaking the connection to Simon's shoulder. With her moving back, Alan too decided to sit up to get more access to her body. No complaints from her or Simon meant he was home free. Mandy's reconnection was to Trisha's right thigh which made the little Asian jump. Everyone but Simon had their left legs on her lap, so Trisha couldn't escape Mandy's clever fingers as they traced a path at the hem of Trisha's shorts which left a trail of goose bumps in its wake. She kept up her surreptitious contact with Trisha's breast, and continued to rub back and forth across her clothed nipple. Trisha shuddered as her belly did flip flops. Her arm against Alan's hardness had been unsettling to start, and Mandy's arm on her breast had been a small discomfort, but now that Mandy was ramping up the intensity, it was getting more difficult to ignore the rushes of guilty pleasure coursing through her veins and heating up her loins. Although she had small breasts, she had large perky nipples which she took great efforts to hide behind well padded bras. She could feel them come to life under Mandy's arm and worried more that Mandy would notice than her actual predicament. She opted to remove Jake's right hand from her shoulder, and kept her hand pressed against his crotch. She felt the strange compulsion to grab the writhing snake, but kept her cool the best she could as Mandy continued to bring forth lovely strange sensations in her nether regions. She found herself pressing the back of her wrist against Alan in time with Mandy's arm swaying against her engorged nipple. Alan had no complaints there. He held on to her wrist as she continued prodding him, silently urging her on. His fingers were now circling Mandy's protruding nipple. In turn, Mandy kept up the pressure on Trisha's breast, relishing the familiar sounds of her rapid breaths. Girls with smaller breasts were usually more sensitive. It was as if they had all their nerve endings closer together. Mandy hardly ever came from breast play alone, though it had been a while since she had two guys play with her breasts. It had been too long since her last Twistominoes outing. Trisha felt betrayed by her body as the pulsing in her crotch threatened to steal her sanity. She rubbed against Alan even harder now as she imagined sparks flying from her nipples as they were tortured by Mandy's constant motion. Mandy's fingers had started moving ever so slightly higher on her thigh, and though she wasn't a lesbian, she couldn't help but quiver in excitement. How far would this go? On the other side of the group, blissfully unaware of the chaos that was taking place a few feet from them, Gina had released Simon's shoulder and moved her hand up to Jake's chest, her elbow still anchored to his left thigh. Jake had left Trisha's back and now his hand solely rested on Gina's side, fingers dangerously close to her left breast that he had the pleasure of meeting earlier that evening. He chose to place his hand on her upper arm, and began to stroke down to her elbow before returning to her shoulder and back down again. Her skin was smooth and supple and he could feel the muscles in her arms tense and relax as he glided across them. Her hand on his chest travelled a lazy path across his chest and firm belly. He wished that she would come up for a passionate kiss that he so wanted to give her, but she stayed on his thigh. He felt himself growing the more they touched and he knew the front of his shorts would be wet with precum by now. She was so close, and though he wanted to ravage her, he knew he didn't want to hurt her in anyway. Listen to me, he thought, when did I become such a sap? Who is this girl that has such a power over me? It was Gina's turn to pick from the bag, and her draw was a legitimate blank-2. Mandy dropped Simon's elbow like a stone and took a firm grip of his throbbing cock. He took in a quick intake of air as her fingers stroked him mercilessly. He replied by increasing the intensity on her breast; the urgency of their breathing raising in unison. Trisha dropped her hand from Jake's chest and brought it to Gina's shoulder. Gina wondered why Trisha's hand was quivering but didn't think much of it. There were other more pressing things to consider, like the blood pounding in her head. She could hear Jake's heartbeat in his femoral artery and it made her strangely happy that it was going equally fast. What was he thinking? She was vaguely aware of his hand on her side and wondered if he would sneak a feel. More importantly, did she want him to? She didn't know. She felt his right hand running through her hair and she wondered what he would do if she leapt off his thigh and kissed him firmly. She chuckled nervously at the image in her head. Mandy withdrew her left arm from Trisha's thigh and breast, and Trisha was about to point it out when she felt the same hand slip in the wide neck of her T-shirt. She jerked upright, careful not to jostle the legs on her lap too much. Mandy's expert fingers found their way under her cup and grasped her distended nipple. She tweaked it and pinched it gently, sending new shockwaves down Trisha's spine right to her soaking core. Trisha's eyes flew wide open as the pleasure threatened to swallow her whole. She needed something to grab on to and her left hand whipped around and found a suitable hand hold - Alan's swollen cock. Alan swallowed hard as Trisha tried to squeeze the life out of his dick, almost to the point of pain. Realising there was no need to hold her hand in place, his right hand travelled up her arm and down to her chest where he met Mandy's hand. That made sense he thought as he squeezed Mandy's tit in appreciation. Mandy removed her hand from Trisha's breast and Trisha let out an audible moan that she made no move to quiet. Trisha's dejection turned into joy when a new, larger right hand sought her nipple. She knew it had to be Alan's and she squeezed him again as he toyed with her breast. Alan was in the throes of ecstasy, two nipples in hand and a warm hand on his cock. Now if only he could get her to move away from Jake's legs and maybe they'd be in a more comfortable position? It was awkward to reach her nipple from his angle. He didn't even bother to search the bag and called out blank-5. The moment the blank was called, Gina lifted her head from his lap and wrapped her arms around him for their first kiss. Jake's right hand was still in Gina's hair, but he didn't need to pull her in for the kiss that he longed for. She tasted sweet, like cherry chapstick. It sounded cliché, but maybe that was what she had on? It was slow and tentative at first, and lasted a few seconds. They broke apart briefly before sharing another longer passionate kiss. Trisha's head left Jake's lap in a hurry as she turned to face Alan. Had the lights been on, they would have seen the fire, no lust, in each others eyes, but at that strange moment where her hand was wrapped around his cock and his hand was in her shirt, there was no time for romance. She dived on him, her searing tongue searching for his as they collapsed to the floor. Alan lost his grip on Mandy's breast and his other hand slipped out of her top, but both hands found a new home on Trisha's pert ass. He groped it as their tongues duelled, surprised to find no hint of her panties. Was she wearing a thong? The thought of it made him even more excited. With Trisha and Alan off to the side, Mandy and Simon were free to explore each other more. It was clear the game was over and the ultimate tile had been drawn. Simon drove both hands up Mandy's shirt to cup her exquisite breasts. He kneaded them like an expert baker as she breathed heavily in his ear. She hadn't let up on his cock since she first got to it, and the tension building in him was getting too much for him. He whispered in her ear and she knew exactly what he wanted. Under the cover of the darkness, she pulled down the waistband of his shorts, exposing his turgid manhood to no one in particular. Swiftly she inhaled his penis, swirling her tongue around the flared head. It wasn't long, but his cock was thicker than the others she had encountered. Still she did her best to capture his warrior in her hot mouth. She suckled silently, letting her tongue do all the work. She came up for air, running her tongue up along the base of his prick and he knew the end was near. She barely took a gasp of air before he shoved her down again, ramming his cock as far into her mouth as he could. His eyes rolled back in their sockets as he came into her mouth. She gagged slightly at first, before swallowing gulp after gulp of Simon's salty cum. Jake and Gina were locked in an embrace, his left arm wrapped around her back and the other cupping her cheek. She felt so soft. "Gosh you're beautiful," he whispered in her ear as he gently kissed her again. Gina shuddered involuntarily as their lips met. She had experimented with kissing before with Tommy, the boy next door, but it had never felt like this. Her mind was racing at two hundred miles an hour, but she felt perfectly safe in the eye of the storm that was brewing within her. Her skin felt like it was on fire and Jake's hand at the back of her neck was the only cool spot. He made no effort to touch her anywhere else; he was so wrapped up in their embrace. She broke the kiss and threw her head back, and he complied easily, planting a flurry of kisses on her proffered neck. Each kiss felt like a drop of water on a hot frying pan, angrily sizzling as it made contact, sending violent shivers down her spine. His arm on his back had floated down and now rested against her thigh. His large hand on her thigh felt cool and brought her temporary relief but the fires within her were becoming stronger and soon she could barely feel his hand. His mouth traced the neckline of her round neck T-shirt before cutting back up the left side of her neck to her ear. Another violent shudder overtook Gina as he nibbled her earlobe. Her nipples peaked in excitement and she was sure her panties were soaked, but he wouldn't let up his attack. Trisha had yanked her top and bra off to give Alan free access to her breasts. Even without light he could tell they were beautifully formed, not too large for small her small frame. She had the most amazing nipples that stood out proudly, and he paid homage to them, taking the right in his mouth and tweaking the left. They responded to him and became even harder. She sat astride him, her legs straddling his and she pushed his head into her breast, urging him to take as much of it into his mouth as he could. His tongue was a demon, circling and taunting her poor nipple, flicking and lashing it with pinpoint accuracy. Each strike made her quiver and it took a lot of her willpower not to cry out. She wasn't inexperienced or anything, having accidentally on purpose lost her virginity in her early teens, but it had been a while now and no one in the university knew her lascivious past. She was the prim and proper girl with a drive to be number one in everything, who wouldn't accept no for an answer or sorry for an excuse. Something in her liked the impression she gave her peers because it gave her a sense of power and control as they looked at her in awe and fear. But now in the cover of darkness, her inner demons had risen to the surface. No one but Alan would know, and she knew ways to keep him quiet. Yes, suck my breast my little man-whore, she smirked inwardly. Alan had no intention coming to this camp to be anyone's little whore, but for right now, he'd endure any name-calling to stay right where he was. He was much bigger and taller than Trisha, but somehow knew that she wasn't as fragile as she looked. She had jumped him! He felt her hips bucking against his crotch and knew that she wasn't as demure and innocent as she had initially put out. His cock rose majestically to meet her writhing movements, and she gave her approval by rubbing up harder against his length. Alan could hear the sounds of cloth on cloth echoing in his ear, but felt sure that none of the other four would be able to hear it above the sounds they were making. His left hand had moved up the wide legs of Trisha's pants and he had physical confirmation of her choice of underwear. The flimsy material could hold no water as her gushing fluids had soaked right through. He bounced her on his lap, painting her wetness on the tent of his shorts. His left thumb snaked in between her shorts and her thong to massage her clit and she breathed her approval into his ear as she bit down hard on it. His head went back to her left nipple and he shifted the crotch of her sodden thong. In moments, two fingers were buried deep in her and she fucked them of her own accord. Trisha felt the familiar stirring in her, screwed her eyes tight and pursed her lips as her orgasm hit her hard. She clung on to Alan, screaming internally and flailing about like a vampire on a date with the sun. Her juices ran down his hand to pool in his palm, and there seemed to be an infinite amount; it just kept flowing. She didn't stop moving, constantly driving his thick fingers home as her orgasm robbed her mind of its sanity. Over in their corner, Simon's face was buried between Mandy's legs as he gave her his best impression of a twister. It was sloppy but Mandy didn't let him come up for air, wrapping her legs around his shoulders. His tongue darted in and out of her wet folds, occasionally rising to flick at her clit. His hands were equally full with her breasts. They were heavy and much more of a handful for him, but he mauled them gamely, giving equal attention to both. Her top and bra were raised above her breasts, but she didn't take them off completely. You never know when you'd need to beat a hasty retreat, she thought, memories of her first game of Twistominoes with Gary in his basement coming back unbidden. He had been her first boyfriend. He had introduced her to this game and they had enjoyed all the variants and were getting hot and heavy one afternoon when his older brother Jimmy walked in on them. Before she could react, he had taken damning evidence with his camera phone and she was forced to suck him off then to ensure his silence. She was sure that Gary had somehow arranged it, but couldn't prove it. After that time, whenever she played the game, Jimmy would be on hand to gate crash or even sit and watch while stroking himself. He must have been hooked after the first blowjob because he kept coming back for more. The last time they played, he wanted in on it and he took her mouth while his brother came in from behind. That was also the last time she saw Gary. Simon came up for air and unable to hold himself back any longer, he ripped his shorts off and flung them aside. Mandy lay flat on her back and raised her hips to meet him as he penetrated her soppy cunt. She had been leaking fluids for a long time now, and there was no resistance to his invading prick. Mandy wasn't worried about getting pregnant; she had been on the pill well before even meeting Gary. She closed her eyes and tried to enjoy it but Simon's cock was a bit short for her liking, and since she gave Alan over to Trisha, she was stuck with the short end of the stick. Alan was definitely the larger of the two. She wondered if Jake was hung, but knew early on that Jake had eyes only for Gina. Maybe she could get Trisha and Jake to join in so she could get at his cock. Simon realised that Mandy wasn't as participative as he liked, so he motioned her to flip onto her hands and knees. He repositioned himself behind her, and grabbing her tits with both hands, he rammed her hard from behind. Mandy gasped as the angle drove him deeper. He may not be long, but he certainly knew how to make the most of it. In this position, his cock seemed bigger. His roughness reminded her of Gary, and of those days when she was young and foolish. Simon was getting into stride, pistoning himself as far in as he could go on every stroke. Mandy could feel the tide waters rising and she found herself thrusting back against him to get all of him in. Simon continued to hammer her pussy with increasing frenzy, and she moaned softly every time he buried himself to the hilt. Gina was also getting frustrated. It didn't take much to know what was happening around them and the sounds of furious lovemaking were blowing her mind. Jake was moving maddeningly slowly, languidly caressing her thigh and stroking her back. It felt so good, but her burning skin needed to feel more of him. She gripped his T-shirt and started to pull it up, hoping he would follow her lead. Jake needed no more prompting, whipping her T-shirt and bra off in a jiffy. He nestled between her breasts and left no patch of skin unkissed. Each kiss felt cool to the touch and brought her temporary reprieve from the fires inside, but the flames just kept rising and she feared she would soon be engulfed. "Jake, come with me," she pulled him urgently to their feet. "I like the dark but I need to see you." They grabbed their tops and snuck off to the bathroom adjoining the dark hall, leaving the groans and whimpers of the other four behind them. With the door firmly locked behind them, Jake hit the light switch and was presented with a topless goddess with tussled blonde locks and frightened aqua eyes. They were bright crystals and he himself drowning in them. Her eyes scanned his face for signs that their emotions moments prior were not just a figment of her imagination. Neither spoke for what seemed like eternity, both content to visually consume the other at arm's length. Jake's chest was broad like she had remembered from the game, and finally seeing him in the light without his shirt made her feel girly and shy. Her eyes flicked down guiltily to his black shorts and the huge tent in the front. There was no hiding that beast. Jake was not shy about it, nor was he too shy to gawk at her breasts. She had pink nipples and areolas, and her breasts were firm without any hint of sagging. They were simply beautiful. His eyes travelled down to her grey shorts and shapely hips before returning to those lovely breasts. "Hi," Jake spoke at last. "I'm Jake. I don't believe we have properly met." Gina giggled. "Hi Jake, I'm Gina. Pleased to meet you." "The pleasure is all mine," he replied. The formalities out of the way, they embraced tightly and locked lips and tongues in a desperation borne of lust, and maybe the beginnings of love? The darkness was no longer a catalyst for their feelings, and now that they had met again in the light, assured that their feelings were mutual, there was little to hold them back. His hands rushed through her hair as he pressed her closer. Her breasts were crushed between them and his hardness dug into her belly but neither cared, so caught up were they in their kiss. They broke apart momentarily for air, before re-engaging with renewed fervour. The fever in their bodies was intensifying and kissing alone was not sufficient to douse the flames. Jake's hands had drifted down to her butt and he kneaded her gently. Each squeeze only served to build the tension in Gina's body as she felt her passion build within. She gripped him tightly and moulded her body to his as his throbbing erection continued to stir her insides. How much more could she take? Jake didn't want to overstep his boundaries, but Gina was having none of that. Retrieving his right hand from her butt cheek, she brought it up to her breast. He murmured his approval and gave it his full attention. The flood waters were rising and she knew that it wouldn't take much to throw her completely over the edge. He ran his fingers over swell of her breasts and through the cleavage, pausing briefly to coddle her protruding nipples. His fingers travelled under her breasts and he lifted one as if to gauge its weight. Satisfied with his research, he gripped one nipple with his thumb and index. Twistominoes Game 04 That was the straw that broke the camel's back. Gina tossed her head back and shuddered as her orgasm hit her hard. She buried her face into his chest to muffle her cries of release and he held on to her as her body writhed in his arm, wracked with pleasure. He had no idea that her body was so sensitive to touch. She possibly had no idea too. They clung on to each other for a minute as she returned to the world of the living. "Is it my turn to help you out?" she teased him. "You've been such a good boy; you deserve a reward." Her fingers gripped the waistband of his shorts and she moved to yank them down to the floor, but they were caught on his engorged penis. He laughed nervously as she reached into extract his curved scimitar, his breath catching in his throat when her fingers wrapped around his turgid length. She smiled lasciviously when his manhood popped into view. She had been friendly with her neighbour Tommy in the past and they had played doctor when they were growing up together out on the ranch, so she knew a little about cocks. But Tommy's penis had been that of a young boy, and Jake was fully grown in all sense of the word. He was a modest 6 inches and she caressed it like it was her favourite toy. She curled her fingers around it, stroked the length and underside, cupped his balls and explored the purple flared head. Jake prayed that she wouldn't restrict herself to just inspecting with her eyes and hands, but she taunted him by refusing to pick up the pace. She continued at her maddeningly slow pace until the first dollop of fresh precum glistened on his tip. She reached out with her tongue and flicked the tip of his cock, and he twitched violently. "Come on Jake, you can hold on better than that," she smirked and her fingers wrapped around the base. "Not for much longer. I've been aroused by you for too long!" He resisted the urge to grab her head with both hands and impale her mouth with his cock. She stuck her tongue out again swirling the precum and her saliva as she circled his head. Her right hand gripped him by the base while her left was preoccupied with his sack. The combination of the three was amazing and she hadn't even started moving. She began slowly, stroking his length with her right as she sucked gently on the head. "Gina, that feels so good." Jake babbled. You have no idea, Gina thought to herself. She picked up speed, the lewd sounds of her sucking filling the small bathroom, competing with the sounds of Jake's heavy breathing. Jake placed a hand on the wall to steady himself, resting his other on her head for unnecessary encouragement. He could feel the pressure building in his balls and she seemed to as well as she massaged them. "Gina, I don't think I can hold anymore..." Jake moaned as her hand whipped furiously on his shaft as she lost herself in her wild sucking. His scrotum tightened as he unloaded a large dose of his spunk into her waiting mouth. She continued to suck and stroke him, seemingly unfazed by the unending stream of cum. She released him with a plop and spat his semen into the sink. "That's quite a lot, big boy," she exclaimed, grinning. Jake was spent and could barely manage a smile. They embraced again, both sated and happy, lost in their own world until the lights outside came on and they heard Trisha scream. ---- Next morning as the camp participants gathered for breakfast, everyone was a-flutter with the hushed whispers of gossip. "Have you heard the news?" "What?" "Last night, Kayla and a bunch of guys walked in on a threesome!" "Really? Here?" "Yes!" "Who was it?" "It was Trisha!" "Who's Trisha?" "That girl over there! Black shirt, black hair." "No way! Are you sure?" "Of course, I heard it from Daphne..." Gina and Jake walked into the large dining hall, hand in hand, trying to keep a straight face as they picked up more snippets of conversation. "I always thought Simon was a little creepy, but I never pegged Alan as the type." "Are you sure Trisha was a willing participant? What if she was raped?" "Nah, she was still sucking Simon off while Alan fucked her from behind when the lights came on. Let's just say she wasn't putting up any fight." Gina gripped Jake's arm tighter as they searched for a seat together. "Aren't you glad we went to the toilet?" she whispered conspiratorially. "Yeah, but I wonder what happened to Mandy." "She has played the game before. She probably high-tailed out before it got too serious." In the other corner of the hall, Mandy smiled to herself, quietly eating her breakfast as she surveyed the scene. Who else would be suitable candidates for a new round of Twistominoes? ---- All rights reserved. If you liked this, please give it a 5. If you liked the game and want to play it in real life, please do so. Write us a story about your experiences! If you want to write a story about Twistominoes, with your own characters, or even with some of mine, please put a reference to the first game. Twists and Turns This is my first Incest story, and I think I'll get better with time. I hope readers will enjoy it. I get to the point quick so there's not too much exposition. This is ALL fiction, none of this happened and none of the characters are real. * Let me start with something that's important to the story. I was in a happy family when I was younger. A loving and devoted mother, and a father who knew how to build and fix. Then my mother left my father to be with some old high school lover. That sent my father into a spiraling depression that wound up leading to drinking, and several charges of burglary of liquor stores. Then my sister and I were left to fend for ourselves; but thankfully my father plead guilty, and no money was needed for legal fees. We gained money for an apartment, and something to keep us stable. Life was hard; then I met my girlfriend. She and I got off well, and it didn't take long for our relationship to get rather physical. Sex never came into play as it was fondling and playful touching; which she liked more, and I liked just as well. But what was even better was that she and I knew we wanted to take our relationship to the next step after she had turned 18. We'd been getting along so well, and we knew that we'd be friends forever, and perhaps we would get married. **** One nice evening my girlfriend, Amy, and I got back to her house to find that her parents were out. Her father had to go on business trip that would be guaranteed to fill the entire weekend, and her mother decided to go with to tour L.A. where they were heading off to. We then knew we had every chance there to finally make our relationship even better. We headed up to her parent's luxurious bedroom, and were beginning our pleasure. It started by me slowly caressing her mildly exposed midriff pulling her up to a small climax that got her so revved up that it startled me. I continued to caress her smooth stomach, and began to lay her on the bed. "Hello?!" asked a voice from downstairs. "Amy, are you home?" 'Shit' I thought. 'It's Amy's do-good sister who's learning to become a nun." "Fuck," said Amy. "My sister! This throws a wrench into everything. And I was so...hoping." "I was too," I said trying to slow my breathing, and my heart rate. Amy quickly pushed her shirt as far down as it could go; and buttoned her tight jeans back up. We left the room, knowing that we had to be careful what we said to Amy's future nun sister. "I hate her," said Amy softly as we crept to the door. "I don't believe how she could be my sister with the way my parents are. And the way I am." She opened the door, and right there was Amy's sister, Laurie. "You hate me, huh?" "Yes," said Amy, starting a fight that I've heard a few times before. "You and your Catholic ways? How can you be like that? No one in our family has ever been-" "I think I'll leave now," I said turning to go downstairs. "Wait, Rick," said Laurie. "What were you two doing in my parent's bedroom?" "What do you think?" asked Amy. "And I was just reaching my highest peak ever!" Amy was approaching her sister with a flame in her eye. She wanted pleasure, and her sister interrupted it. I left there unsatisfied and listening to Amy spout off to her sister. **** When I got home I knew there was something I could do to release the pressure that was beginning to be too much. I stripped, and began to masturbate. I envisioned Amy and her smooth naturally tan colored skin. I thought of how her pussy looked, and how she would sit there and fondle her own breasts as I fingered her. I felt that I would unload in seconds; but I had to stop abruptly when my sister came in. "Oh, Rick...I-uh didn't realize..." I wasn't embarrassed that she had caught me jerking off; and it certainly wasn't the first time. She and I had a very healthy respect for one another, and there were plenty of times that I found her fingering herself. And if she or I wanted to go off and jerk off without being disturbed we knew that we could just tell one another, and we would be left along for a while. "Hey, sis," I said as my cock began to go limp. "What's wrong?" she asked. "You haven't jerked off in a long time." She gave me a look, and approached my bed. She sat down, and looked me in the eye. "You and Amy must have come real close, hmm?" "We were nearly there!" I said. "And she wanted it so bad...and so did I. But her future nun sister just had to come home." "It can't be too bad, really?" "She was steaming at her sister, and the steam could have been released with a little penetration!" She laughed loudly at the joke, and was beginning to get more comfortable around me being on the bed naked. I kept thinking of Amy, and I began to get hard again. My sister, Kim, laughed softly. "Thinking of Amy again?" she asked. "Yeah," I said reaching down to stroke my hard cock. Suddenly I could feel movement on the edge of my bed as Kim got closer to me; but in that moment I was so interested in my jerking off I didn't pay attention. "Now sit still little bro," she said. Suddenly her delicate fingers wrapped around my cock, forcing my hand away. She gracefully and very slowly caressed my cock which was even harder now. Something new was running through me as my pleasure level was off the scale. "You are...so good at that!" I said. "Don't stop." That's when I heard her open her mouth, then the very warm and sensual feeling of my cock in her mouth. She moved slowly and pleasantly up and down making it so hard to not want to cum right then. I kept my breathing normal, and I was actually able to prevent myself from cumming right then. Kim was so slow, gentle, and perfect in her movements I felt like my body was going to explode. "Cum, Rick," she said. "Right into my mouth. Don't hold it back anymore. Don't think of me as your sister anymore and just cum." I did what she asked and just let myself get swept away by the up and down movements. In a few seconds after I let myself float away, my cock hardened completely and it let go of everything. Not in one spurt, two spurts, but three full spurts. Kim put her hand on my cock again and pushed the last amounts of cum out. She pulled away and stood there holding the huge load of cum in her mouth. She got closer to me so I could see her face. She swallowed the cum greedily, and walked away in a seductive manner. I laid there and thought for a while and thought about what just happened, and wouldn't mind it happening again. I knew it was my sister, and the one woman who taught me a lot about how to please a woman, and how to get her fired up and keep her that way. I also thought that what she had done was wrong; but I didn't care. The next morning I looked around the apartment for Kim; but she must have gone off to work. I called into where I worked and found out that I had nothing to do that day, so I could relax for a while. And in that relaxation I kept thinking about the blowjob, the very unexpected one; that I had gotten just the night before. **** My cell phone rang, and I picked it up. "Rick," I said answering my phone. "Rick?" asked Amy on the other end. "I have some seriously bad news." "Shit," I said sighing. "Don't tell me, your parents know about our little attempt last night, and I can no longer see you?" "Thankfully, that's not all right," she said with a mildly pleased tone. "But my parents do know about our attempt, and they agree with my sister that we need to wait until we're married." She added annoyance to her voice to finish off her complaint. "Damn my sister and her nun-isms." I chuckled. "Don't worry, Amy. There's nothing they can do to prevent us from finding that moment." "No, but they'll try you know?" "Yeah," I said. "I knew you wanted it bad." "Bad?" she asked. "I wanted you so bad I spent nearly all last night trying to reach the orgasm you almost got me to." "Oh yeah," I said. "By touching your belly button, and running my fingers across your soft, smooth, tan colored skin. From your tummy to the small of your back, then I was going to slowly and tenderly remove your pants and panties at the same time." "Don't-...don't do that Rick. You're getting me hot." She cleared her throat and tried to hide here breathing. "Oh?" I asked. I turned on my chair and started again. "Then I was going to run the palms of my hands from your sides down your hips, and down your legs. Then I'll move back up, this time taking a moment to caress your sides. I'll reach up your shirt and slowly caress your skin as I pull it off." "Rick, I said stop it. We have time for that somewhere else and at another time." "Really, when?" I asked. "I...have to find out, Rick. I have to go, Laurie will be up soon, and if she finds out I'm talking with you...the shit will hit the fan." "I'll be thinking about you," I said. "You mean jerking off and think about me?" "Whatever works," I said. She laughed and hung up. I spent the rest of the day organizing the apartment until when Kim got home. **** "Clean?" she asked as she came in. "I never thought I'd see the floor." I didn't even respond as I was more interested in talking about the previous night. "Listen, Kim. About last night..." "Oh, yeah, I was thinking about that myself. That was rather fun, wasn't it?" "Yeah," I admitted. "But what started it? That wasn't the first time you saw me jerk off." "No," she said. "And I don't want it to be the last time." She set her things down, and went right to her bedroom. "No disturbing, little bro," she said. I sat down on the couch, and began to surf the channels for something to watch. I muted it when I could hear Kim in her room. I got up and stealthily walked to the door. Sitting down at the door, I prepared myself for a hell of a time. "Oh, little bro," she said, obviously imagining having sex with me. "Keep going. Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop! Pump me full of cum!" Right there I heard her orgasm as she squealed happily, and was silent again. I got up, a raging boner trying to get through my jeans. I sat down on the couch, and began to surf again hoping the boner would fade. Kim came out of her room and right to me wearing...nothing. "Little bro," she said. "Tonight, I have a request of you." "What?" I asked. "Be here. I want more of your cum in my mouth." "You sure you don't want it somewhere else?" I asked. "No," she said. "But you need to wait on these things. I'll leave the fucking to you and Amy, k?" "Okay," I said. And just like the night before I laid on the bed stark naked and slowly stroking my cock. And just like the night before Kim came in. The difference was that she was dressed in a sexy robe. She got on the side of my bed and looked right at me. "You want more?" she asked in a sultry voice. "Please," I said. She leaned over me and began to make out with me very slowly. She was perfect about it too. She kissed slowly, and very passionately. She straddled my waist, still kissing me passionately. When she stopped, her long black hair fell forward and onto my neck and around my face. I reached up and held her waist. I reached into her robe, and pushed it open. She wasn't wearing a bra, and so I began to caress her supple breasts. Then I ran my hands down and caressed the small of her back and her waist. "That feels so good," she whispered. "Push into my skin, Rick. Rub harder." But I didn't listen. I continued to caress her so softly, slowly; I could feel her reaching a climax that she might not have ever experienced before. Then she hit a violent peak, and her body shook. She dropped her waist onto mine and began to violently hump my cock. She had wide panties on, and I never penetrated, unfortunately. She leaned down once again and kissed me passionately. I tried to kiss her back; but she pulled away. "Don't do that again, little bro," she said. "I want the cum in my mouth, not on my pussy." She kissed me again, and moved down to my hard cock. She began to suck on it rather greedily; but was able to move slowly and carefully around the head, and down the shaft. She sucked on it for what seemed like an eternity; but wasn't any longer than ten minutes until she knew I was going to cum. I began to spurt, and to force it all out she sucked hard, and used her hand. She pulled everything she could out, and then sat up. Straddling my waist again she showed me that she swallowed the whole load, and was happy to do so. "Thank you," I said. "And it won't be the last time, little bro." She got up, and turned to leave; but before she did she pulled on my cock one last time. Then she was gone leaving me with a fulfilled feeling. **** Like the other time, when I got up she was at work. I called into work, and was needed for a full ten hour shift. So I called Amy's cell phone and told her that I wasn't going to meet up with her till late. "Doesn't matter, Rick," she laughed. "My sister is gone, and my parents won't be able to get home for another full two days. My dad's got double the seminars to present at." "She won't be home, right?" I asked. "Absolutely sure?" "Back to that damned...place wherever she's been going." "I'm eagerly waiting," I said. "I don't blame you," she said. "I can't wait until you..." She moaned as most likely she was reaching down and fingering herself. "You touch me just right." I laughed. "I'll be there," I said. **** The work day was agonizing. I kept thinking about the blowjob, and the pussy I knew I was going to get. I got off work at about seven at night, and raced my car to her house. I got to the door, and there she was to greet me. **** "I want you, so bad!" she said. She pulled me in, and I began to push the buttons again. I caressed her skin up and down her hips and waist. Then under her panties and to her fine little ass. Amy is a beautiful woman. Her skin is a natural dark tone, and her natural jet black hair is a little over shoulder length. Her brown eyes weren't hard to noticed, and the tiny bulge at her waist was just perfect for eye candy. She pushed into me as hard as she could, and tried to get to my hard cock; but could only fumble for my jeans button. She gave up trying, and pulled me up the stairs and into her parent's room. I pulled off her clothing as fast as I could, then began to strip myself. Amy still had her panties on; but I knew she wanted me to take them off. I kissed her passionately, and in the same manner that my sister kissed me. It got Amy hotter, and she tried to force me into her; but with my underwear on, and her panties, I couldn't penetrate. "Take me, dammit!" she shouted. In the heat of her passion she reached down to her panties and ripped them apart. Her virgin pussy stared at me wet and puckered. I dropped my underwear in that instant, and pulled her to me as she sat on the edge of her parent's bed. I pushed in right then and there. Amy squealed with delight as I pushed in, and pushed in slowly. She didn't want me to move that slowly, and she forced me to go in harder and faster. When I hit her end, she screamed. To enhance it I pulled all the way out, and pushed back in slowly. I kept doing that until she screamed at me to get with it. I pushed in again and began to slide in and out. I moved at a perfect pace giving her the pleasure she wanted, and what she was getting for the first time. I moved at the perfect pace also so that I would last longer, and I did. I kept moving in and out gradually increasing the speed, and over the course of the next several minutes Amy had six shattering orgasms that caused her to twist and turn on the bed. "Harder!" she said. "Harder and faster!" So I did what she asked moving in and out as fast as I could; but I knew that at that pace I would cum soon so I slowed down again to lessen the chance of my cumming. "Harder dammit!" she screamed. And to please her I did what she asked. I moved faster, and in only fifteen seconds I knew I was going to cum, "I'm going to cum!" I told her. "On my stomach, all of it!" My cock throbbed, ready to spurt, so I pulled out, and laid it on her stomach. She leaned up and watched as my cock began to throb harder and finally spurt out onto her stomach. She watched as it pooled onto her, and with a smile she reached down and stroked my cock pushing out the last of my cum onto her belly. I pulled away, and looked down at her sweaty, and still hot, body. She smiled at me; then looked at my cock as it began to go limp. "Did you like?" she asked. "I did," I said. I leaned down and kissed her passionately. She pushed me away gently, and reached down to her abdomen. She held her hand over the large pool of cum, and was hesitant; but made up her mind. She placed her hand into the cum, and began to wipe it all over her body making it last as much as it could. I held my cock, and decided to go in for another round. I pushed my limp cock into her pussy, and in a few movements it was hard again. She kept wiping the cum on her belly until it dried to her skin. She reached up to me and pulled me down to kiss again. When she stopped, she reached down and pulled my cock out. "Sleep with me, lover," she said. She and I got under the covers of her parents bed, and began to dose from the work involved in fucking for so long. But as we dosed, I pushed my hard cock into her pussy from behind, and left it there. **** I woke up with a hard on; and my cock inside Amy still. She was still asleep, and I really didn't want to pull out because it felt so good to have it inside; but I knew that I had to call into work. I pulled my cock out, and right there Amy woke up, and reached down to my still hard cock. "Put it back in," she said. "I wish I could; but I can't pay bills on nothing. I have to call into work to see what they have for me." "I hope it's nothing," she said. "I have today off." I swallowed hard, and greedily. I wanted to go back in and fuck her; but there were more important things...if work can be called important. I picked up the company cell phone, and called in. "Do I have any work today?" I asked. "One hour," was the reply. "Get in now, and you'll get out in maybe less than an hour." "I'll be in soon," I said. I cleaned up real quick, and leaned over to kiss Amy on the lips. "I will be back, babe," I said. "Don't shower, k?" "I have no plans on it," she said. "I like the feeling of your dried cum on me. I want more on me." "Wait and hour," I said. "Maybe less I hope." "I'll hope it's less," she said seductively. "I want you so bad still." "It'll make me want to finish faster." "Bad idea," she said making a joke. **** I left and went to work. My co-worker knew something was up, and asked. I told, and he wanted every detail. I told him she was waiting for me to get back because she wanted more. He told me that I better finish faster and get back to her. The 'oven' as he said, can cool down fast. **** He wasn't right as I raced back to Amy's house, and into her parent's bedroom where she was fingering herself, and trying to rub her stomach. She saw me, and helped me strip as fast as possible. She got back onto the edge of the bed, and within a few seconds I was slowly boning her again. She squealed with pleasure as I brought her to climax after climax, and her body was getting hotter. She was like an oven; but didn't seem to show any signs of cooling off. "Cum, Rick," she said. "I want it on me, now!" I sped up my pace so within a minute I was ready to cum. I pulled out, and laid my hard cock on her stomach again. I came; but not as much as last time. Amy pulled the last of my cum out, and spread it across her stomach again. She sighed happily, and leaned up kissing me. "You better get going, Rick. If I know my parents they'll be home in about five hours." Twists and Turns Twists and Turns: Over, Under, Sideways, Down,...Backwards, Forwards, Screwed Around. We had been emailing each other for over two years since we met on line and had become friends,...as much as one can without ever actually meeting. Indeed, we had even spoke about the possibility of a mutual let-down if we did actually meet due to what our minds had conjured up about one another versus reality. In addition, we had first met on a web site catering to men meeting men and doing so under highly sexual circumstances. However, reservations aside, we decided to take the plunge and meet one late Spring day. Since we lived a couple hours apart, we decided to meet somewhere in between. After some thought, I suggested the park near the Mercer Arboreum near Spring, TX. I had been there years before and remembered that the park had numerous trails and secluded private spots hidden among the trees, perfect for a private picnic. We agreed and planned to make a picnic outing of the afternoon. We decided upon a menu of several types of cheese and each would bring along some finger sandwiches of their choosing, as well their choice of something to drink. We decided to meet around 12pm and described each other's vehicles so we would readily recognize one another. On the drive there, many thoughts went through my mind and I suspect, the same happened to you. "Would we get along in person even though we did via email?" "Would our inhibitions take over and would we suddenly find that we had little in common in person?" Hell, I even thought about meeting someone and just being repelled by their smell. Not that it was bad, but maybe I just didn't like their cologne or the type of soap they showered with,...who knows? As an anecdote, let me describe "Sandy". Yes, she was a woman who was fairly attractive. Even after a shower using Ivory soap she had a way too sweet smell to her. It repelled me. She also liked pain. During sex, she wanted me to twist her nipples,...I mean hard to the point I was uncomfortable. I was just not comfortable doing that. The point being is that there are some things I am just not into. About 15 minutes before arriving, I began thinking about whether or not I should wear my cock rings. I kept several in my truck and decided, "Yeah, why not?" and reached into my console and retrieved three of them. Cruising down Rte 59, I opened the button fly of my sweat pants and pulled out my cock and balls. As anyone knows who has ever worn a cock ring, there is a certain trick to putting one on, let alone three. Of course, if they are too big, they will simply fall off unless one is erect. I had found that my best fit was 2 and a quarter inches diameter. Once on, they didn't overly restrict my blood flow even when erect, but stayed on when I wasn't. That said, one has to pull one ball through at a time (at least I do because I have big balls,...about the size of large eggs), and then follow it with the other,...then slip the tip of one's flaccid cock through what is left,...hopefully,...and necessarily, while not being erect. Add to those facts was the added challenge of now doing it with one hand while driving down the freeway at 70 mph and it's a significant challenge! I managed to get my balls through all three rings (two chrome and one gold) with a little effort, but my cock had become partially engorged in the process. As luck would have it, I had slowed down a bit and traffic was beginning to pass me. I quickly pulled my shirt tail down to cover my exposed cock and balls as several vehicles and two tractor trailers passed by. One has to be wary of those tractor trailer drivers since they have such a high vantage point. After they passed, I quickly reached down with both hands, allowing my truck to steer itself in a straight stretch of road and pulled my now less engorged cock through the three rings. Then after correcting my steering, I reached down and fully pulled my balls and cock fully through, paying special attention to all loose skin underneath my ball sack. That helps keep them on, by the way. Success! Not wanting to yet cover up, I left my cock and balls lay outside my pants and slowly began to masturbate. I often do that while driving any distances. I think that serves two hidden agendas,...break the boredom of a long drive because I tend to edge myself, but more importantly, it creates a mental situation that I "might be seen", but not seen,...but that I'm secretly getting away with something only feet away from other non-suspecting people as they drive past. Oddly, I find that there is something exciting about that. No, I'm not a flasher or anything close to that. It's the "danger or risk" of getting caught that excites me, I suppose. Anyway, back to the story,... I drove into the parking lot and almost immediately spotted your car,...a red BMW Mini. You had recently told me that your had traded in your Honda and bought one. I had mentioned that I fell in love with them after seeing the movie, "The Italian Job". There was a parking space next to you and I quickly turned into it. There was a brief and awkward moment as we each studied each other for a moment, but that was followed by broad smiles. We both exited are vehicles at the same,...then a big hug at rear bumpers.. Breaking the silence, I asked what you had brought along and we each retrieved our coolers. I pointed to a trail and we began to walk down it. We "chit-chatted' along the way,...mostly about things we had done many times before via email. Along the path, we passed several groups of people,...a family, at first,..a male/female couple lying on a blanket kissing and completely oblivious to us passing, and then a group of 5 younger looking guys (early 20's, possibly college kids) playing Frisbee. As we passed the last group, we heard a guy yell, "HEADS UP!" You attempted to catch an errant Frisbee but missed and it rolled off into the bushes along the path. You went to retrieve it and were about to toss it back when one young, tall, slim guy ran up, saying, "Hey, Thanks,...my name is Rick. What are yours?" To which we both simultaneously replied, "Mike and Ray,...No problem", as we turned and continued on. I began to recall the paths from the last time I had been there and recognized one that I remembered led to a very secluded opening. The path was overgrown by now, but I knew it was there. You followed me single-file as I wandered up the path. There were several twists and turns along the path. If one didn't know it was there, they wouldn't be able to find it. Eventually, we reached an opening in the forest canopy. It was about a 20 foot wide grassy lea with no tree limbs above, which allowed the sun to freely shine down and was 60 feet from the main trail. Since it was off the beaten path, it was very private. "This is it", I said, ...and turned around to expose my cock and balls hanging outside my buttoned sweats. Honestly, I had somewhat planned doing the same. Yes, it was a bold move,...but I had been working myself up since leaving my home. Your initial reaction seemed one of shock, and I suddenly felt stupid, but in a single moment, your eyes narrowed, a coy smile crossed your face, and you stepped forward and took my cock and balls in both of your hands. One hand held my cock while the other cupped my balls. You leaned forward and we kissed,...not deeply,... just a prolonged full-lip one, and rest our heads on each other's shoulders with another hug. You said, "It's good to finally meet you, Mike". I said, "Ditto". Though calmly said,...there was a certain urgency in both of us. We had been emailing for so long and shared so many inner thoughts, we both knew where this first meeting was going. You unbuttoned my sweats as I unbuckled your belt and unzipped you. Our pants fell effortless to our ankles and we stepped out of them. You brought one hand up and began to lick the precum I had been spewing since I put on my cock rings a half hour before. Overwhelmed with desire, I abruptly knelt down and placed your cock into my mouth. You moaned aloud as I took you into my mouth. I didn't waste anytime and took you all the way in,...then looked up at you. You had your hands on the back of my head while looking down at me. I slowly withdrew my mouth, but never lost eye contact with you,...then slowly,...ever so slowly, sank back down your rapidly hardening shaft. You groaned aloud as my lips reached your pubic hairs. I moaned in unison, knowing how good it must have felt. I withdrew again, allowing my tongue to drag along your shaft as I did so. I slowly ran my tongue back down your cock and then suckled your balls, one at a time. I looked up at you and your cock and noticed a slight drop of clear precum appear from your tip. I rose and used my tongue to lick it off. As I pulled off you, your precum created a string from your cock head to the tip of my tongue. This moment had been so long in the coming and we each felt a certain urgency about it. We had each sent videos of ourselves to one another, but, now, this was the real thing. It was like smelling the delicious aromas before Thanksgiving dinner for hours, and now the meal was being plated. We hastily threw a blanket on the ground to lay upon and dropped our coolers. You then sank to your knees opposite of mine. Your hands never left my cock and balls and I still held yours. With no words, you wrapped your lips around my shaft as I did yours. We laid astride one another for a bit sucking each other and I then pulled you atop of me. You now laid on top of me, albeit kneeling, with your cock in my mouth. I laid underneath you, my legs apart and knees raised,...with your mouth wrapped around my cock. I relished and dwelled in your smell. One "test" passed, LOL. It was slightly musky, but very nice. As you knelt above me I watched and felt as you slowly sank your cock into my mouth,...watching, then feeling your balls rest over my nose and eyes. I felt your cock make its way deep into my throat as you pushed forward and laid upon me. I felt your cock head reach the back of my throat and I swallowed as you passed deeper into me. At the same time, I felt your lips slip further down my cock until I felt your nose rest against my balls. In unison, we moaned, "MMMMMMMM,...",..the vibrations of which upon our cocks made us both quiver and moan again. You then slowly lifted your hips,...gently withdrawing your cock until just its head was in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around it and felt you slowly push it back down over my tongue and deeply into my throat again. I tasted your precum as your cock rode over my tongue. It was so sweet and coated my mouth. I raised my hips slightly while pushing your shoulders down as you sank back down on my shaft. I felt you swallow deeply as my cock head rode over your tongue. We both moaned again,...which only increased the fervor. I held and pulled your ass cheeks towards me as you did the same to me. Oblivious to all, we continued this for a time,...essentially fucking each other's mouths,....until,... Suddenly, I sensed a shadow pass by my closed eyes. Although my eyes were shut, I sensed a change in the bright sunlight. A man appeared,...not a man, but more of a boy,...but not a boy either. Without pants, he knelt before me totally bare from the waist down,...his legs were inside yours and his already erect cock stood inches away from my face and your ass. I was shocked and wanted to move, but you laid upon me and I still had your cock in my mouth as you had mine,...basically pinning me under you. I thought,.. "Is this something Ray planned"....,Should I go along with it?" I was thinking that this was something you planned and arranged with some friends. Who else would be so bold as to just walk up to us?. Anyway, the man,...who had a bandana over his nose and mouth, essentially obscuring his face, was already erect, with his shaft wet and well lubricated. It glistened in the sun light. At the same time, lost in what was watching, I felt my hips being raised by a pair of hands, a folded up towel being placed underneath my ass,...and then,,,. my legs being raised by a fourth party and placed on their shoulders. Again, my mind raced. Ray had to have planned this. Dare I go along with it? I'm not normally compliant, but under the circumstances, I figured this was something you had prearranged and I wanted to go along with it as far as I could. With your cock deeply imbedded in my throat, I watched as the guy between your legs edged forward and placed the head of his cock against your ass. I felt you tighten up as he slowly slid his well-lubricated cock head back and forth over it. You relaxed a tad, but as you did, he quickly took advantage and pushed the head of his cock through your sphincter into you. I felt you moan, or try to moan,... your ass cheeks tighten, but you had my cock in your mouth, so your moan was more like a vibrator on my cock. I felt your ass cheeks tighten, then relax after his cock head entered you and stopped just after passing your sphincter. As if choreographed, the man kneeling between my legs did the same at the precise moment. As I watched a cock entering you, I felt one entering me. There was a sharp pang that soon relaxed as it seemed to "pop" into me.. They both paused to allow us to adjust,...having just placed the heads of their cocks into us. I thought, "they had to be friends to yours. They just seemed way to choreographed for this to be an accident." Judging from my vantage point, the guy who entered you was a full 10 inches, but very thin. Even his cock head was "torpedo shaped". Later, you described the one who "violated" me as being more like 12 inches,,...and also very thin. After a few moments,...I watched as the cock in your ass slowly,...ever so slowly, began slipping into you,...inch by inch until his balls rested upon yours and covered my forehead. At the same time, I felt the one in my ass filling me, in unison, as it sank into me Again, you and I moaned in unison. We both pushed our cocks until we reached the back of our throats just as the cocks in our asses reached their depths. They continued to fuck us very slowly at first. They never pulled entirely out of us. They would withdraw just until their cock heads met the resistance of our sphincters,...hold there for a few moments, before slowly pushing back into us. I watched as the one in your ass plunged into you until his balls covered my eyes. He then began to withdraw as I felt the one in my ass do the same. His balls would lift off my eyes and I could see his cock slowly slip out of you. Anyway, these two "strangers" gently fucked us as you and I resumed sucking each other. They took their time,...being very gentle the whole time. After the initial pause, they both slowly began withdrawing their cocks as slowly as they had entered us. As if choreographed, they stopped just short of pulling out,...leaving only their cock heads in us. I felt your ass cheeks relax,...as did mine, but that was soon followed by both of them slowly sliding their cocks all the way back into our asses,...all 10 or 12 inches. The visual, mental, and physical aspect of it all was intense. Both of our mouths were filled with each other's cocks,...while watching each others' asses being penetrated,...while feeling the same being done to us. The two guys worked in unison, as if finely choreographed. Both plunged and withdrew at the same time. We were basically trapped beneath them as they did so.. We were their "prisoners" and enjoying it. I was locked around your cock as were you on mine. We both had cocks in our asses,...fucking us with cocks in our mouths. This went on for 15-20 minutes. You later told me that I was constantly spewing precum. I admitted that you were, too. I heard a voice ask, "Are you ready?",...followed by, "Soon". I witnessed the balls of the lad in your ass withdraw,...I noticed his thighs shake,...as he buried his cock deeply in your ass. At the same time, I felt the guy in my ass tense and bury his balls against my ass,...then release a hot spurt deeply into me. Honest to God, I felt it at my stomach just under my belly button as he came. At the same time, I moaned loudly and I heard, felt, the same from you. Both of us felt a huge swell of cum as the two interluders came deeply in our asses. When they were done, they quickly withdrew and even that was a sensation as they pulled their cocks out of out asses. You and I had yet to cum. That action (them withdrawing their cocks simultaneously from our asses, threw both you and I into a spontaneous orgasm. I held you tight as you did I as we both came at the same time. It was so intense that we rolled over twice as we came and ended up aside each other. You said, "AW Gawd!" I said, "Wow!" We laid aside one another for ten minutes,...holding hands, with our rapidly shrinking cocks still in each other's mouth...not moving. Finally, we broached the subject,... "Ray ( I asked), So who were your friends?" You replied,... "My friends!? I thought they were yours?" "No Ray, I thought they were yours?" In deed, it seems we were both "taken" by strangers. It went silent for a bit, but we both raised up and saw a Frisbee laying next to us. In it laid our two cell phones. There were text messages on both. On both there were text and picture messages. There were several very intimate pictures of what we had just done. Some were very close ups, but, oddly, others showed you and me,...and the "Interlopers" from head to toe,... Like a fifth party had taken the pictures! Within a few seconds, my cell phone chimed again for a text message. It contained a picture of all four of us,...that only could have been taken by a third or fourth party.,...followed by a number to call if we wanted more. They said they also video it . Later, we spoke about this, Neither of us had planned this. Neither of us knew the "interlopers"