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Allison

By: HappilyM



The cold rain slashed like a razor blade, people were in a hurry to return home from a hard day at work. Allison was no exception. Her tall brown leather boots were nearly soaked through. Every mud puddle that she was forced to walk through made her wince; the boots that she had bought only two months ago were ruined. "Damn weatherwoman! She said it was going to be sunny," she fumed, to no one in particular.

Finding safety in a negligee store, muttering again, to herself, "Well I guess I need a new pair of panties." The warmth of the store blanketed her, the smells of vanilla and jasmine permeated the air. Taking a deep breath Allison started to relax and warm up.

"May I help you find something in particular? You know, with your fine porcelain skin and dark hair, I think a jade green—or no, better yet a dark amethyst—would look great on you. Something that laces up the front, showing off your sensual curves, with maybe a deep cut to accentuate your melon-sized breasts. Yes, I think a flaring skirt would draw the attention from your less-than-perfect thighs. I will be right back."

"Great! Of all the stores I could have gone into, I had to pick one with a pushy, less-than-tactful saleslady. My less-than-perfect thighs...what is she talking about? How could she even tell what my curves were with the Duster on? She's not all that great looking. That short brown hair makes her face look pudgy and she has breasts that are sagging and too large for her small frame. Pick on me, will she?"

To say Allison was hot was an understatement; looking in the mirror she was a sight. Her long, curly, ebony hair was matted to her face. The mascara had run, leaving long black streaks down her cheeks. Her leather attaché case was soaked. Setting the case down on the paisley designer chair, she opened it, pulling out a manila folder. An audible sigh of relief escaped from her mouth as she realized that the contents were still dry and intact.

Hearing the sales clerk returning, she quickly returned the folder back into the case. "Here let me take your Duster and hang it up. Around the corner is a dressing room. I placed a few things in there for you to try." The sales clerk handed her a few pieces of tissue, "At least you can go and clean your face." 

Walking over to the make-up counter the sales clerk brought back a small bottle of make-up remover. "Here. It works better than anything else I have ever used for removing mascara. Go on now; I will check on you in a few minutes."

"Well, thank you..." Allison was looking for her nametag, "...Melissa. I was not planning to try on anything. In all honesty, I was just trying to get out of the rain. If you don't mind, I think I am just going to leave. Thank you anyway."

"No, ma'm, you must try on at least the amethyst corset; I think you will make your husband a very happy man." Pushing Allison towards the fitting room, she continued, "Besides, I have not had a sale all day. My boss will fire me. Please at least try on the corset."

"Okay, but I am not going to buy anything." By the look on Allison's face, you could see the frustration and exhaustion from the day wearing down her resolve.

"I think you will, after you see yourself in it," Melissa pleaded. 

Heading into the dressing room, another sigh escaped Allison's mouth. The corset was beautiful. Little rhinestones outlined the top of the demi-bra cups, a delicate silk ribbon laced up the front over the top of the sheer lace.

Looking into the mirror, Allison started to clean her face. The make-up remover did an excellent job of removing all traces of the make-up from her face. The black streaks were gone, revealing a pretty face that did not need to be hidden under the color of make-up. Her black eyes were electric when not shaded by the blue eye shadow. Taking a step back, Allison started to remove her soaked black wrap-around skirt. Staring at her exposed thighs, she saw the little dimples on the back of her upper thighs. "Back to the gym," she muttered. 

Pulling the white sweater over her head, she admired the way camisole hung from her perky breasts. "If only they were a little bigger," she added, muttering only to herself—or so she thought.

"What did you say?" Melissa asked through the powder blue curtain.

"Nothing, just mumbling to myself." Taking the camisole off and removing her white cotton bra, she stared at her reflection. The old-lady undies she grabbed out of the drawer this morning concealed the small bulge in her stomach. Quickly removing them, she folded them up and hid them under her sweater.

Returning her attention to the purple garment before her, she gently removed it from the hanger. She took a deep breath and pulled the corset down over her head. Looking into the mirror, she laughed. Her breasts were flattened; taking her hand, she moved one breast so it was in the cup correctly. Then she noticed her dark pink nipple protruding through the cup. There was a small slit, just large enough for the hard eraser to poke through. She quickly fixed the other breast to do the same.

Looking in the mirror, her hair had started to dry and the curls were reforming, gently covering her nipples. The hard stays that formed the corset started under her breast and ended at her waist. Gently pulling the ribbon, she cinched her waist even smaller.

She took a step back to admire the sight before her. Her dark pubic hair was neatly trimmed, and stood out against the shimmering material. As if seeing the reflection in the mirror, Melissa said, "There is a matching silk skirt; please try it on." Looking around, she found it. Pulling it up, she discovered it did cover the dimples on her thighs. Spinning around, the loose silk skirt flared out, revealing everything for a fleeting moment, then recovering her.

"Let me have a look."

Taking a deep breath Allison stepped out of the fitting room, revealing herself to Melissa. "Very nice! I think matching amethyst heels and white stockings would finish this off nicely." Stepping in front of Allison, she pulled her hair back revealing her dark pink nipples. "Oh, very nice. I think your husband will have hours of enjoyment sucking on those fine little pebbles. I know I would."

Quickly covering herself, Allison quickly retorted, "I don't think he will like this. It is not his style; he likes me naked."

"Well isn't that a shame. Do you mind?" Melissa pointed to the strap that was twisted. Allison shook her head 'no'. Gently Melissa ran her hand down her back, to the base of the strap. Gently, letting her finger trail on Allison's soft skin, she straightened the strap. As her fingers reached the top of the cup Melissa let her hand brush against the hard little pebble. Allison let out a sigh.

Melissa, not waiting for permission or rejection, brushed her fingernail again on the hard nubbin, then repeated on the other. Surprised by her reaction and the developing feeling, Allison let Melissa continue her gentle rubbing.

A look of pleasure was on Allison's face. This was not the first time she had let another woman touch her. Actually, she thought of herself as a bisexual. Her husband had always enjoyed this side of her. On a few occasions, she had enjoyed a woman with him. Thinking aloud, Allison asked, "Would you entertain my husband and me?"

Taking the hard, dark-pink pebble into her mouth, Melissa said, "If you let me sample all of you, then maybe I can help you and your husband." Melissa quickly returned her attention to Allison's nipples. Allison let out moans and purring noises as Melissa continued to work each tit with her mouth and fingers. 

Pushing Allison down on the sofa in front of the dressing rooms, Melissa continued her oral assault on the tender little nubs. Gently she ran her fingers down her stomach to the patch of black hair. Allison moaned as Melissa's fingers gently probed her clit, rubbing with a fair amount of force, spreading the inner lips apart. Wetness formed on Melissa's fingers. Deeper, and with a sense of urgency, Melissa pushed her well-manicured fingers deeper into Allison's core.

Slowly dropping to her knees, Melissa lifted the skirt up onto Allison's abdomen. Pulling her hips closer to the edge, she took a deep breath. Melissa wanted to savor the sweet smell of her. Taking Allison's hands, Melissa placed them on the perky tips poking through the corset, so she could free herself to use her own hands elsewhere. Using her thumbs, Melissa spread the delicate, wet lips apart; with a slow, controlled roll of her tongue, she licked, spreading the sweet juices.

Allison pulled her tits out of the cups, and continued rolling the tips between her fingers. Delicate moans escaped her mouth as Melissa licked her harder. Melissa tenaciously forced her snake-like tongue deep into Allison's soaked hole. While her tongue explored the muscle mass, her thumb delicately strummed Allison's clit. Taking her hands off her own tits, Allison ran her long fingernails through Melissa's fine hair. Picking up speed, Allison's hips thrust faster against Melissa's mouth, while her fingernails pushed Melissa's mouth harder into her center.

A constant audible epithet was coming from Allison's mouth. The sheer erotic pleasure was taking her to a familiar place, a place where time stands still and nothing but pleasure remains. "Oh...yeah...that's it...oh...please...don't stop." Allison screamed at the top of her lungs, as her body shuddered and convulsed in sheer ecstasy.

Sitting back on her heels, Melissa had a wide grin on her face as she wiped the moisture away. 

"Did you enjoy that as much as I did?"

"Very much so; please let me return the favor," Allison said, leaning forward.

"I appreciate the offer, but maybe later," Melissa quickly retorted. "Can I check you out?"

"Check me out?" Allison stammered, still in a state of bliss.

"Yes, buy your purchases." 

"Yes, I have to go get changed. Give me a few minutes." Embarrassment came across Allison's face.

"Let me take the tags off and you can wear that home under your cloths. Surprise your husband." Melissa started to remove the price tags. 

"No, the rain would ruin the material. I will get changed." Stepping into the dressing room Allison quickly redressed. Placing the corset back on the hanger she started looking at the other garments that Melissa had selected. Without really paying attention to them, she grabbed them all and headed for the counter.

"So, you are going to trust my taste. When you decide to wear the black teddy, give me a call." Melissa folded all of the garments up, and placed the bottle of make-up remover into a separate bag. Allison paid by a check. Melissa slipped her business card in the bag. Waving 'bye' Allison left. 

To be continued...

Allison



It was mid summer and I was house sitting for my sister, who went on a two week vacation to Disneyworld with her family. It was me and their dog Patches, in the 3 bedroom split in a Long Island suburb. I was on vacation from my job, and a lack of extra money kept me close to home. The neighborhood is very quiet and I was enjoying my evenings out on the deck and in the pool. 

 I had just come back from a late afternoon walk with Patches and I cracked open a beer. I was about to relax in the cool air conditioning when a frantic knock at the door started Patches barking.

 "Jim, I need some help. I have water all over my kitchen floor!" I answered the door to a startled, confused woman. "You're not Jim." she said.

I replied, "No. I'm Kathy's brother Joe. I'm house sitting while they're away." 

The woman then said, "Um, I'm Allison from a couple of doors down. I have a leak in my kitchen and the floor is flooded." 

"Let me get my toolbox and I'll see what I can do." I told her. 

 I got the tools from my truck and followed her to her house. There was water all over Allison's kitchen floor, and I discovered it was coming from the waterline connected to her refrigerator's water dispenser. I shut off the water from the supply line under her sink which stopped the flow. I found a loose connection in the supply line in the back of her refrigerator and tightened it. When I turned the water back on, there was no more leak. 

 I helped Allison dry the floor with a bunch of towels. I got a good look at her ass as she was down on the floor on her hands and knees. Her ass was amazing. It was perfectly shaped and a small part of her ass peeked out from the bottom of her shorts. 

 Allison and I finished drying the floor, and I helped her to her feet. Even though she was perspiring and a bit disheveled, she was a natural beauty. She appeared to be about 35 years old, 5'6" tall with brown shoulder length hair, and a tight, well formed body. Her breasts I estimated to be 36C's, and her nipples protruded slightly through her tank top. She looked at me with her sparkling sapphire blue eyes.

 Allison thanked me for assisting her and she gave me a hug. I felt her breasts press against my chest and I felt my cock twinge in my pants. Allison gave me a cold beer, and we sat at her kitchen table. We chatted for a while, and I learned that she was recently divorced and had a 6 year old son. She is also a personal trainer, which explained her fantastic body. I am 36 years old, 5'10" tall and weigh 190 lbs. I too am divorced and I am a police officer for a local police department.

 I told Allison that I would be at my sister's for the next couple of weeks, and she should come by and use the pool whenever she wanted. She thanked me again and I went back to my sister's house.

 The next afternoon I saw Allison again while I was getting the mail. It was a scorcher of a day, 93 degrees and 100 percent humidity. I told her to come over with her son and take a swim and cool off. Allison replied that her son was with his father for part of the summer, but she would be over in a few minutes.

 Allison entered the backyard and she looked fantastic! She had on a white bikini that just barely contained her tits. Her stomach was flat as a board and she has a bellybutton ring.

 I welcomed her, and I jumped into the cool water to hide my growing bulge. Allison followed, and we talked and laughed as we splashed around. I barbecued a couple of burgers for lunch and Allie made us a salad. I couldn't help but stare at this beauty as we ate, and she caught me a couple of times looking at her breasts but didn't say a word. 

 Allie and I sunned ourselves after lunch and I really enjoyed her company. We swam and chatted some more, and as the afternoon waned, Allison went back to her house. I showered and I thought about the wonderful day I just had. I couldn't get this woman out of my head. I was watching the Yankee game on the big screen when the phone rang. It was Allison.

Allie told me she made a peach pie and to come over and have some. I practically ran to to her place, and she was waiting at the door when I arrived, She smiled as she let me in, and she served me a big slice of pie with a scoop of vanilla ice cream next to it. 

 Between bites of pie, I told Allison how much I enjoyed her company, and that she was really easy to talk to. She said the same and then asked me what caused the split between me and my ex-wife. I explained to her that my ex was a distant woman who wasn't very affecionate. We never really communicated well with each other and after 10 years of marriage, we both decided that it wasn't going to work. Allie told me that her ex-husband cheated on her with a coworker of his about a year ago, and she tossed him to the curb. Stunned at what she just told me, I said, "He cheated on you? If I had a wife as gorgeous as you at home, I would never leave the house." 

 Allie grinned and mentioned that she saw me checking her out earlier. I turned red and apologized. Allie said that she was flattered that I found her attractive and that I shouldn't be sorry.

 I finished the delicious pie and Allison took my plate. She came over to me and said, "You have a bit of ice cream on your lip." and kissed it off of me. I was surprised by the boldness of her move, but she didn't hesitate to kiss me again. Her moist lips sent an electric shock through my body and caused my cock to grow. We kissed passionately at the kitchen table and Allie sat on my lap, my growing cock pressing against her firm ass. She giggled and said, "I see I have an affect on you." 

 My hands explored Allie's tits through her t-shirt and bra as we continued to kiss. Allison stood up and took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom. I stood behind her and kissed her neck, my hard cock once again pressing against her firm ass. I pulled her shirt over her head and undid her bra. It dropped to the floor and I placed both of my hands on her breasts and lightly squeezed the soft flesh. Allie turned towards me and removed my shirt. She pressed her tits against the hair on my chest and kissed me again, our tongues meeting in our mouths.

 Allie knelt in front of me and undid my shorts and pulled them down. My cock strained against my underwear, and Allie put her mouth to my hardening cock through the fabric, getting the cotton all wet. The outline of my manhood was well defined through the wetness. Allie yanked my boxerbriefs down and I stepped out of them. My stiff cock hung inches from Allie's moist lips and twitched at the anticipation of what was to come. 

 Allie took my cock into her hand and pulled on the shaft. She squeezed a drop of precum from the tip and licked it off. She bathed the head of my cock with licks and kisses and then parted her lips. She slipped the purple head inside of her wet mouth, and twirled her tongue around and over it.

 Allie took most of my hard 8 inches into her mouth. She cupped my heavy balls with her left hand, and pulled at my shaft with her right. My orgasm was getting close. Allie quickened her pace on my cock, and when I shot my first stream of cum into her warm mouth, Allie massaged my balls, milking the cum from them. I must have shot 4 or 5 jets of cum, and Allie greedily swallowed all of it. She didn't spill a drop.

 I was weak kneed and I had to sit on the edge of her bed. Allie stood in front of me and slowly stripped off her denim shorts and panties. Allie's pussy was completely smooth, except for a small well groomed patch of downy hair above it. Allie leaned down and thrust her tongue into my mouth, and I tasted my cum on her tongue and lips.

 Allie pushed me onto my back and straddled my face. She lowered her glistening pussy to my lips and I slipped my tongue inside. I tasted her sweetness and lapped at her pussy like a thirsty dog. Allie began to moan and I licked at her engorged clit. Allie Cooed, "Yeah, lick my clit. Lick me till I cum." I quickened my pace on her hard clit and then I sucked it between my lips. Allie's body stiffened and she pressed her pussy down onto my face. I hard a hard time getting air, but as she orgasmed, I opened my mouth and she oozed her sweet juice into my mouth. Allie climbed off of me and laid down next to me panting. 

 As I watched Allie's tits and hard pink nipples heaving up and down from her panting, my cock began to swell. I crawled between her legs and pressed the head of my cock into her soaked pussy. Her slippery cunt sucked my cock inside, and I didn't stop until the base of my cock met her mound. I began to fuck her slowly. Allie put her legs over my shoulders allowing me to thrust deep into her. 

 I was in heaven. Allie was letting out little yelps. She said, "I love your cock. Please fuck me harder. You feel sooooo good." I pounded into Allie's slick cunt. My head was spinning as I neared another orgasm. My balls slapped against her ass as my thrusts stretched her cunt. I grunted loudly as I emptied my seed into her hot cunt. 

Allie pushed me off of her and quickly got on her hands and knees. Allie said, "I want you in my ass! Fuck my tight ass!" I had just cum, but I was still hard. My cock was soaked with my cum and Allies pussy juices. It took a little coaxing, but I managed to get the head of my dick past her tight ass ring. Allie pushed back onto my cock slowly, and I found myself balls deep in her firm ass. Allie yelled, "Fuck my ass you bastard! Give it to me good!" 

 I needed no more encouragement and slammed into her hard. There was no easing into this. There was no romance, no teasing. I wanted to do damage, and I shoved by throbbing cock into her tight ass. Allison was whimpering as I assaulted her rectum. Allie pushed back onto me as I thrust into her, trying to get me deeper inside. "Oh you feel really good. Fuck my ass baby, it's been so long since I've been fucked this good."

I was sweating profusely as I rammed into Allie. Drops of perspiration dripped onto her ass cheeks. I slapped her ass hard as I pounded my meaty cock into her, and Allie squealed, "I'm gonna cuuummmm!" Allie screamed as she came, and I hoped none of the neighbors on this quiet block heard her. Allie reached between her legs and let her fingernails rake against my balls. Her ass muscles squeezed my aching cock and I let loose, dumping a load of hot sticky sperm into her bowels.

 Exhausted, I remained motionless as my cock spasmed and twitched in her ass. My cock grew soft, and Allie pushed me out of her. Her ass was red and gaping, and my cum oozed out of her rectum and mingled with the cum I deposited in her pussy earlier. It was seeping down both her legs leaving a sheen on them. We were both breathing hard and fell onto the bed, lying on our backs. "Wow! That was amazing." Allie finally said. 

 I could only muster a half hearted "Mmhmm." in reply. We cuddled up next to each other and fell asleep in each others arms. 

 The rest of the 2 weeks was filled with a lot more fucking. Allie and I are formally dating now and her son and I get along really well. I have finally found a woman that is affecionate and is one hell of a lover. She keeps me well satisfied and there is no chance I would ever stray on such a beautiful woman. I am the luckiest man on earth.



Allison



She was driving, and I was daydreaming as I watched the brown hills on both sides of the highway. We were coming through a pass, down the eastern slope of the Sierras, on our way to Arizona. We weren't talking much. I didn't know what she thought of me, really. In my more paranoid moments, I worried that she didn't really approve of me at all, and just let me ride with her because she couldn't afford to make the trip alone. I knew she had been with men, but a great deal of her talk was anti-men, all about the myriad ways men oppress women. In her eyes, I was probably just another sexist pig. Maybe she was right, I decided, wondering what she looked like between her legs.

It was our first day on the road from San Francisco -- early November 1974. I was heading back to North Carolina after a summer in San Francisco. No, it wasn't the Summer of Love, which had been years earlier. By the time I got to Haight Street, every other storefront was boarded up, and drab, dirty panhandlers roamed the streets. But the counter-culture was still strong. For me, the city was a liberating place to be. People were living the ideas we had only talked about in college. There were food co-ops run by Communists -- real ones! I had been sorely tempted to stay, but decided to keep my commitment to start a new job back east at the end of the month. I decided to ride back with Allison, whose car was now loaded with all her belongings. She was returning, in time for the holidays, to live with her parents for a month or so before starting graduate school in January. She needed someone to share expenses.

Allison was short, with jet-black hair, perfectly straight, parted in the middle, down to her waist. And she had a face to die for. It was (and still is) a face of striking beauty, but strong. At first look you know she can be tough. She didn't smile that often, really, but when she did it was a wide smile, and her dark brown eyes sparkled. Her complexion is darkish, too -- one of her great-grandmothers was a Cherokee.

I had known her in college, but not well; she was in an outer circle of friends. Soon after graduation, she and her best friends -- three other girls -- moved to San Francisco and took their feminist leanings to new levels. But that is the last time I will call them "girls," a word they have foresworn for any female past puberty. They steeped themselves in feminist books, encounter groups, and self-help women's health workshops where they took off their jeans and gave themselves pelvic exams with speculums and hand mirrors. They wanted to take control of their own health. They wanted to escape all the games and be real women. They stopped using makeup. They stopped shaving their legs and underarms.

I knew all this because they let me sleep on the living-room floor of their flat in the Haight-Ashbury district when I drifted (hitchhiking) to San Francisco a year later. I lived there a whole month until I found a place of my own. I got to know them better and did my share of the housework. We had house meetings to air grievances and plan the week's menu and cleaning schedule. On the wall of the kitchen was that Maoist poster of a Chinese woman welder with bulging biceps.

Living with four women, I sometimes had trouble getting to sleep in my sleeping bag. Allison was my favorite, and she figured in my masturbatory fantasies. I never "hit on" her or any of her roommates. I guess I was intimated by their politics. I didn't want to make the wrong move and be condemned by all four of them as a "male chauvinist," a frequently used phrase in that household. But there was more to it than that. I had lusted after Allison ever since I saw her on campus freshman year. She was popular, usually accompanied by lots of friends, and I guess I thought she was unattainable. Getting to know her a little better in San Francisco didn't help. I figured wasn't good enough for her.

No, they didn't hate men. All were heterosexual and were sexually active to varying degrees. It was the Seventies, pre-AIDS. Some, including Allison, would bring men home to spend the night with them now and then, and their moans and grunts would usually arouse me. I resorted to "Rosy Palm," my faithful right hand.

And yet it is safe to say Allison had a chip on her shoulder. She and her roommates were always quick to take offense at any offhanded remark, no matter how offhanded or ironic, that could possibly be interpreted as a putdown of womankind. The way I saw it, I could not help having been born male and raised in a patriarchal society, but that excuse was scorned. I unwittingly sparked corrective lectures, which were delivered with varying degrees of resentment. I got used to it.

My daydreaming had turned into a deep sleep in which the smooth, brown hills became Allison's thighs, reclining. I didn't wake up until we pulled into the parking lot of a motel near the Arizona border. We could only afford one room, and at the check-in desk Allison made sure it had two beds.

"Don't get any ideas," she whispered to me in the motel office. I nodded. Her forearms were on the counter, which was just a little too high for her as she filled out the registration card, and she must have noticed I had been eyeing her underarm hair through the loose short sleeve of her peasant blouse. It wasn't the first time. The hair didn't bother me; quite the contrary.

After dumping our stuff in the room, we found a diner within walking distance. In a freewheeling conversation at dinner, I somehow ended up telling her how attractive I found her, and how I had always been afraid to say so. I was afraid she might be offended, since men tend to put way too much emphasis on a woman's looks, the whole fashion/advertising establishment makes women chase perfection and come up short, which lowers their self-esteem, etc. We both knew these issues. Even before I was finished, I started to worry that I had gone too far. I was only her paying passenger, so why was I turning our meal into a confessional? But the 1970s were a time of truth telling and soul bearing, and she took it well, I thought. She thanked me for the compliment, then she changed the subject. 

Back at the room we watched some TV to relax, teasing each other as I surfed through 57 channels of drivel. In one show there was a bikini-clad actress on the beach. It sticks in my memory because when I moved on to the next channel Allison taunted me. "I thought you'd stay longer on that one," she said with a laugh that turned into a giggle. It was good to see her laugh. But soon we agreed we were both tired and decided to turn in.

I sleep in the nude, but we removed our clothes in total darkness at opposite sides of the room. After a restless night, I got up early, took a shower, and dressed in the bathroom. When I came out, Allison was standing there in a cotton nightgown, holding her clothes, apparently all business and ready to get back on the road after her own shower. We passed in the doorway with perfunctory smiles. "Morning," we said in unison. I sat on the end of my bed and opened our map to check the day's route.

When she came out, I immediately turned the TV off and reached for my pack.

"Wait," she said.

I turned to see her freshly scrubbed face. Her hair was combed, but not quite dry. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. 

Since she didn't believe in bras, Allison's white peasant blouse had already given me a little peek at her breasts. Now, to my utter amazement, she crossed her arms and lifted the blouse over her head, exposing her hairy armpits. It was then that I got a good look at her pert nipples arising from small areolae. They tilted up. They were so beautiful, perfectly proportioned for her slender build.

Then, before I had a chance to react, she shoved her jeans and panties (she would have called it underwear) to the floor. It was the biggest thatch of pubic hair I had ever seen. Black of course, and unruly. But soft, not wiry. "Whoa," I thought. But then, smiling enthusiastically, she lay down on her bed with her knees up and opened her legs wide. There it was, the "gash" -- what the novelist Tom Robbins has called "the vertical smile." No worries. Her open slit, pink and glistening, pushed everything else from my mind, demanding my full attention. It beckoned me, with life's most urgent imperative. I was so excited that I practically dove between her legs. I licked her labia, inner and outer, slowly at first, up one side and down the other, as my hands grasped her hips and traveled upward to those breasts. I cupped them, then lightly, ever so lightly, pinched the brown nipples. I had her in the "rock lobster" position. "Yeah," she said with a sigh.

She smelled and tasted so fresh. I know I called it a "thatch," but up close I learned that her abundant pubic hair was not at all like the close fur of an animal, and not at all matted or tangled. It was just fragrant, curly hair. It was not difficult to part that hair and find Allison's clitoris. I teased the slippery nubbin with my tongue, which elicited a sharp intake of breath. But I then I moved my mouth lower, sticking my tongue slowly, gently, into her vagina. She liked that, too. Her juice was flowing heavily now, sticky and sweet. I brought my fingers down from her breasts across her tight, flat abdomen into her bush, massaging her mound. When one finger found the precious button, Allison started to squirm. I held her by her slim thighs. Her knees were still up. Her legs, unshaven for many months, were hairy but not outrageously so, and again the hair was soft, which turned out to be turn-on. Then I tongued her delightful gash from asshole to clit, where I took the bud in my lips and began to suck.

"Uhhh, uhhh, uhhhhhhh," said Allison. She was starting to buck, but I moved my hands from her thigh to her mound again. Into the hair they went, massaging, sort of pinching, her whole vulva, which by now was quite plump with arousal. She erupted. Her orgasm snapped her up to a sitting position as she let out a most wonderful yell: "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Just as quickly, she collapsed back to the mattress. I came up to kiss and stroke her cheeks and run my fingers through her hair. I kissed her on her upper lips for the first time.

This was all good, but I still had my clothes on. I jumped up to tear them off, releasing my raging hard-on, and joined her again on the bed. During some more first-class snuggling, Allison kissed me with feeling and reached down to take my erect penis in her hand, tenderly. After some exquisitely soft stroking, she sat up, bent over, and took the glans into her warm mouth. The pleasure was mind-boggling. I groaned. But it got better. She pivoted and swung one leg over my head. I looked up to see that sweet, hairy pussy descending to my face. Just as my tongue entered her vagina, Allison swallowed my whole penis! It was my first deep-throat experience. As I licked and sucked her dripping honeypot, she began to buck again. She slathered my whole face with her slimy, wide-open cunt. Her moaning made her throat vibrate, and you can believe I felt that. With my hands I squeezed and kneaded her ass cheeks, which were totally and naturally hairless. We were so excited. This was the best sixty-nine ever, and I wanted it to last, but I knew I couldn't hold back my orgasm much longer. I dipped a finger into her slick snatch and slid it up into her ass. Direct hit! We came together, bucking and sucking each other into the bliss of complete and utter release and fulfillment.

Slowly, after all the twitching had stopped, Allison turned back around so we were head to head. We kissed lightly, in awe of the power that we had just experienced. We lay in each other's arms, sighing and trading endearments. Gradually, the calm began to wane, and our desire again began to build.

As our hands skimmed down to the other's genitals, blood rushed into my penis. "Will you come in me?" she asked in a whisper. My answer was to mount her and plunge my hard cock into her welcoming pussy. Oh my god did it feel good. I just don't have the words; you've heard them all before. Allison's vagina was a perfect fit for me, and months of Kegel exercises -- contracting and releasing the vaginal muscles -- had given her such control of that organ that she milked me like you'd expect with some prostitute. Boy, did she know what she was doing. I was flabbergasted, and once again I knew I was about to come, so I sped up, pumping hard, bumping against her clit with my pubic bone. She lifted her legs up and wrapped them around my back. Once again, yelling again, we came together! We knew we had found a good thing. 

As you may have guessed, we registered at the motel for another night. After lunch at the diner, we returned to the room. We took another shower (this time together, with giggles). Drying each other off, we began stroking each other again, and one thing led to another. I was rock hard, leaning against the sink, and Allison squatted to take me in her mouth. I experienced a rush of pleasure, of course, but I kept picturing her lower lips, which I knew must have opened when she squatted. I remembered our sixty-nine, and I wanted to taste her again and make her squeal. All of a sudden, I had an idea. Actually, I didn't take time to think, I just did it. I reached down to take her by the hips, and I started to lift. She immediately knew what I wanted, and let me lift and turn her body so she was upside down. She wasn't that heavy. My arms curled around her back. Her mouth left my penis for a few seconds during this repositioning, but then she locked her legs around my neck and her mouth around my dick. I was looking down at her forested pink cleft again. The smell was delightful, fresh. I lowered my mouth. My lips and tongue went to work, and we both let out loud groans. It was so different, so exciting, that I soon felt my cum rising. But I wanted her pleasure to be just as intense, so I redoubled my efforts; my licking turned to sucking. I got my mouth around her whole fleshy pudenda and sucked. She began to buck and moan. She jerked her mouth away from my erection and gasped, then uttered another long moan: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm-uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... I swirled my tongue all over her inner labia. Although her bucking continued, she took just the head of my penis back in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. I knew she was trying to make me come, so I kissed her cute little clit and began to suck it, hard. She exploded. I exploded. Both of us were roaring. My knees were so weak; I'm glad I had the sink to lean against. Slowly we sank to the rug, as the roaring turned to laughter. Such delight. 

A nap was in order. We snuggled and nuzzled and fell asleep in each other's arms. We slept for hours and awoke at about 7:00. Dinner at the diner, same booth. I had meat loaf this time and voiced that tired joke, "Don't let your meat loaf." Allison flashed me a mock-disapproving look that quickly turned to a smile. We mooned at each other across the table, anticipating more pleasure soon. 

Returning to the room, we turned the lamp down low. No TV this time. We kissed, and slowly undressed each other. You can imagine the rest. More cooing, more fucking, more roaring, for most of the night. A lot of it was that long, slow fucking. We got lost in each other's eyes. We were truly making love. The pleasure cycle would build, and we would find ourselves clawing up the cliff of ecstasy, urgently grabbing for orgasmic release, then coasting down the other side. We repeated the sweet cycle again and again, swept away, lost in the moment, until we surrendered to a few hours of deep sleep.

The next morning we were back in her car, but our conversation was no longer stilted. Instead, we were tender and supportive of each other. As the miles ticked by, we basically told each other our life histories (or "herstories," as she said they should be called), our hopes, our dreams, our fears. We shared everything with each other, and I felt like the luckiest man alive. Allison and I had transcended the battle of the sexes. Needless to say, the rest of the cross-country trip was memorable. We took our time.

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Allison



Allison had gotten the key to the cabin before we left, and wouldn't tell me where it was, just that it was away from everything, and it was. It was on the Northern California coast, in a cypress forest near the ocean. I could see what looked like a hiking trail leading away from the driveway that I suspected leaded towards the ocean, because I could smell the salty tang of the pacific.

Allison always packed for every eventuality, so I brought in all three of her bags and wondered what she had brought this time. Every time we met she brought at least one thing I wasn't expecting, and her face lit up whenever she pulled out a toy and my eyes got wide. The fact that she really gets off watching me squirm and twist is probably why we keep getting together on weekends like this. 

Once we had the supplies unpacked, she gave me a twisted smile. "Bath time," she said, her eyes matching her lips.

The whole cabin was a huge room with a separate bathroom with a shower, and a small kitchen off to one side. In the middle of the room was a giant 5 person bath tub surrounded by slabs of smooth stone. I went right to it and started heating the water and filling the tub. I stripped and jumped in while she slowly undressed, folding her clothes and placing them on a chair. Usually she threw her clothes about at the drop of a hat, but the first time of the weekend she always did it slowly and carefully.  

When the last of her garments were in their place, she walked to the side of the tub and took my hand as she stepped in. She settled down and reclined and said, "I brought some soap for you to wash me." 

This was always a ritual before we played, I would wash and shave her so she was perfectly smooth. She called it putting on her body, and I suspect it was to separate our normal plutonic friendship from these weekends, but honestly I couldn't tell, maybe she just really liked being shaved. It didn't matter to me so long as I got to run my finger tips over her smooth lips.

I grabbed the indicated bar of soap and sank up to my neck in the water to retrieve her foot. Holding it against my chest I slid the soap down her calf, massaging and washing in one motion. After I felt her muscles relax, my fingers slid up to her thigh and continued their work. I love the way her thighs feel under my fingertips, and the curve of her calf.

Every time my fingers approached her pussy I would feel her tense and a soft moan would escape her lips and I would become very still, and then slide away. Once my rhythmic motions were getting very close to her pussy I removed the bar of soap and washed off her leg with a spray of water, and grabbed her other foot, and repeated the washing and teasing. I so badly wanted to bury my face in her pussy, but I knew it wasn't time yet, and that if I did, I would regret it.

Once her legs were clean and relaxed she came to stand in the middle of the tub. Steam was rising off her and she looked like a goddess with her pale skin bathed in light. I soaped up her arms starting with each of her hands and working inward, then into her breasts and back. I slowly continued downward, rubbing in the soap that smelled like it had been made from cannabis leaves, because that is exactly what it smelled like.

As my hands approached her mound I could feel her whole body tense and air suck into her mouth through clenched teeth. Her back arched as a single finger slid down her hip towards the Y formed by her legs.

By this point soap had slid down her belly and I felt suds beneath my fingertips as I washed her pussy. She picked up a leg onto the ledge and I slid the soap back to wash her ass as well. As my hand brushed her slit I felt her whole body quiver, then I ran a finger up her slit to her clit, circled it once and removed my finger.

She sighed and let her body slip under the water while I rinsed the suds off her with slow sweeps of my hand. Once clean she sat on the edge of the bath and spread her legs. Her beautiful slit was still closed, and about a quarter of an inch of hair had grown up on her mound and lips.

I picked up the shaving cream and smoothly rubbed it into her skin, avoiding her slit but covering her lips and mound then grabbed a small black case. I took the straight razor out and carefully unfolded it.

I felt Allison's fingers grab my jaw and pull my eyes up to hers. Kneeling between her legs made the tone of her voice all the more impressive. "Gently now pet." she said.

I placed one hand on her thigh, and began to very carefully shave her beautiful mound. I worked from her hips in towards her clit following the contour of her belly. I involuntarily moved my face towards that contour and stopped myself when I realized I had decided licking her would be a good idea. She saw my head nod and smirked down at me. I sheepishly smiled and went back to whisking her hairs away. I went very slowly, following each contour of her folds. Whenever my fingers brushed her inner lips she shuddered, but I quickly moved them away. It is intoxicating seeing her get more and more aroused, watching her body stretch for my touch.

After the last flick of the razor I backed away while she slowly dipped her body into the water, and then turned around to face away from me. She climbed up onto the ledge of the bath and bent over, arching her back. Once she was settled with her ass in the air, I moved in and began to lick along the edges of her swollen lips. 

I could tell she was really excited because her puffy inner lips were stuck together, even though her legs were spread under her. I teased the lips with the tip of my tongue. Running it lightly down her slit just barely making contact with her skin, her back arched further and her lips began to part. 

I moved up and dragged my tongue up to her ass hole. I slowly slid around the outer rim and felt her whole body shudder as my tongue darted into her hole. I slowly kissed around and massaged her ass before moving down to her slowly opening pussy. 

I could see fluid welled up inside her, just waiting to spill out. I slid my tongue into the separation of flesh, gently causing it to slip open just the tiniest bit further, and letting me taste her exquisite juices. Each swipe of my tongue opened her slit a bit farther until, with a gush of fluid, she parted completely and my face was covered in her.

I flattened my tongue and swiped upward from her clit to her asshole as I felt her shudder and moan. Her hands came back and found my head and ground me into her. My face was covered in cum and it tasted amazing.

"You are so fucking good at that," she moaned as she mashed her swollen pussy into my face. Her hips rolled forward and my tongue speared her asshole as she ground into me. I felt her tight little hole relax and give way. My tongue slid into her as she screamed as she arched her back further. I ran my tongue around the rim of her hole and enjoyed the shiver that shook her whole body.

I dropped back to her clit, trailing my tongue down her slit and sucked her clit into my mouth as her orgasm washed over her. She rocked and moaned for several minutes as her orgasm ran its course and left her shaking and covered in sweat. 

I nibbled her clit as she came down, and licked up her remaining juices as she leaned forward. Her pussy left my lips as she stood up, turned and smirked at me. 

"Come up here after you dry off," she said as she climbed into the large four poster bed.

I quickly dipped under the water and rinsed off the cum that was covering my face, and would no doubt be again. Allison usually delighted in using me to get herself off. She would ride my face and cock until she was sated, and then would turn her mischievous attentions to extracting every whimper and cry from me she could get. She was continually coming up with new ways to shock me, and took particular delight when she could knock down my walls. I am normally a very dominant person in my day to day interactions, and Allison was one of the only people who knew what a whore I was at heart and how desperately I wanted to be used by her.

After toweling off I crawled onto the bed, lying down on my back in the very middle of the bed. Silk scarves were tied to my wrists carefully, so as to not cut off circulation, but tight enough that I could pull as much as I wanted and they wouldn't come off. My legs were left free, but she slapped each thigh in turn causing me to push my legs together.

I had had a raging hard on since the bath, which was beginning to worry me until pain laced up my cock as she slapped it, letting out a little laugh. "I spiked your soda with Viagra," she purred. "This cock is going to be mine until I am done with it."

"I have a million fun things for us to do this weekend, but to be honest; I need you to pump my pussy full of cum baby. It has been so long since you blasted your way into me, and I am tired of waiting."

She grabbed my balls gently and pulled them away from my body several inches. I sucked air through my teeth trying not to scream and looked up to see her smiling face. "Wow these balls are full; you are going to have a rough time cleaning my pussy once you shoot it full of this big load."

At some point Allison had figured out I liked to eat cum (including my own) but would rarely do so unless forced. She just happened to like anything that involved forcing me into things, or things into me depending on her mood.

It also meant she was really horny, as we never had sex this quickly. She loved to draw it out, and usually by the time I came I was so physically and emotionally wrung out that I couldn't tell my top from my bottom. 

She must have seen the thought flicker across my face, because she got a wicked grin. "All the lovely sex will of course have to wait till after I get your balls ready."

Though I had tried to explain to her on several occasions that my balls are ready to cum, and required no further attention, she insists they need preparation. Allison doesn't like to fuck until my cock is gushing precum. I still can't decide if I adore or despise her preparations, but I keep coming back for more.

"Flip over boyo, I wanna see that tight ass." She whispered into my ear. I squeezed my eyes shut as hard as I could and flipped over. As soon as I was on my knees she grabbed the back of my head and drove it into the bed, then leaned on me to arch my back, bringing my ass straight up.

At this point I couldn't see her so was not expecting the swat to my balls. Bright light hit my eyes while my body tried to shrink inside itself. It isn't that the swat hurt, I had been hit much harder playing sports, it was the surprise. There is something about having your balls hit unexpectedly that will make the most macho man drop to his knees.

Since I was already on my knees, I just yelled, "Oh Fuuu....." before I managed to get my mouth shut.

This elicited a giggle from Allison, as she grabbed my balls and dragged them up towards my asshole and with the other hand grabbed my cock and pulled it back towards her. The first time she had kneeled behind me and pulled my cock back so that it pointed straight towards her, I almost died. I didn't realize cocks could do that, but I can assure you; they do.

Leaning over, she grabbed a can of oil which she poured onto my asshole and then rubbed into my cock and balls. Once I was covered in oil she took turns aggressively massaging my balls and stroking my cock. This process lasted somewhere between an eternity and forever, with her fingers never stopping. 

As she worked me back and forth it became more and more difficult to not cum. She smeared the precum dripping out of my cock around the head, then brought her fingers up to my mouth and shoved two down my throat. I could taste my cum covering her fingers as she fucked my mouth.

"Mmmmm, that's what I am talking about." Allison said as she pushed me over and motioned for me to get into the middle of the bed. As I settled myself over she straddled my face and sat down with her pussy on my tongue. "That's right baby, get my pussy nice and ready."

She was obviously being facetious as she was dripping wet. I felt her juices running down my cheeks as she leaned forward and backwards, smearing herself all over my face. I could feel myself sinking deeper and deeper into her pussy when she quickly stood up, scooted down and slid her pussy down on my cock.

The fact that I didn't explode when she did this should be noted as heroic. Seeing the strain on my face she sat on my cock for a second before starting up a slow and steady rhythm. I could tell she was just as close as I was as her pussy was squeezing me then relaxing over and over. This combined with her hip swaying so that I felt like my cock was being milked. I could feel the cum in my balls boiling up as she slowed down, drawing out the moment. I squirmed and grimaced, trying desperately not to cum when she smiled.

"I think it's time for some cum, how about you baby?" She climbed up onto her feet and balanced on my cock, then grabbed my hands and threw them above me while grabbing my throat with her other hand and sitting down hard on my cock. I could feel her fingers biting into my throat and cutting off my air and she fucked my cock. There was no more teasing and playing, I could tell she wanted to get off, and right when I thought I couldn't hold it any more she let out a moan and her whole body started to shake.

Her orgasm forced her pussy down on my cock with so much pressure that I came immediately, drenching her pussy in cum. We screamed in unison as I shot her pussy full of hot sticky cream, which filled her and rapidly spilled over, leaving us both covered in our juices.

I could hear her screaming, or maybe it was me screaming, regardless, my head went numb and several nuclear bombs set themselves off behind my eyelids, so it was shocking when I suddenly felt her weight shift off my cock and bring me back to the moment.

I occasionally have really intense orgasms. The kind where your head goes numb, your whole body shakes and you lose the ability to move your limbs. Most people, when they wake up from this sort of thing, are greeted with a cuddling partner telling you, "You are awesome baby." Alas, that is not what greeted me.

"Don't worry baby, I know just what you need." I heard her say as she lowered her cum filled pussy onto my mouth. I am lucky in that my cum actually tastes good, and when mixed with her juices, is the most intense substance I have ever encountered.

At first I kept my mouth closed as she ground down on my face, smearing cum everywhere. I could feel it dripping down my face when I opened my mouth and latched my lips around her clit. I sucked it into my mouth hard as her whole body convulsed and she came on my face. She writhed back and forth, fucking my face and smearing our juices everywhere. I met her eyes as I sucked the orgasm out of her and I watched as her eyes glazed over and she fell forward moaning.

As she started to settle down she looked back at me with a wicked grin. "God damn I love you, you sick amazing fuck." She crawled off me and giggled as she said, "we need a shower lover. Oh, and by the way, I think I am going to start bleeding here soon, but don't think that changes anything if I do, your still my whore."

"Yes Ma'am." I smiled.



Allison



"Uncle Joe, please! I'm serious, OK? You have to stop sleeping with my friends!"

Lilly, my niece, was livid. I'm not exactly sure how she found out, but then I hadn't exactly been going to great lengths to hide it either. Emily and Laura were both consenting adults. Sure, I was twice their age. But it was they who had come to me.

Laura had been the first and it was a magnificent fling. Maybe I had just been oblivious to subtle cues, or maybe she really had skipped zero to fifty-nine and started flirting at sixty. I'm not sure. But she had seemed to come on so overtly, and yet without giving in. Completely committed to being a fierce cock tease.

At first I had thought that she just wanted the attention. And my attention she most certainly had. But being forty and her nineteen, I never figured that she would actually put out and I attempted to seem reserved and casual. For a couple of weeks she seemed happy to position herself as the subject of any fantasies that I might have. Then one evening she had taken my hand and and run it up under her skirt to where I found her to be as physically aflame as I.

Emily was an interesting case. We had carried on on and off for about a year. Her fascination was with being a sexual submissive. But that eventually lost her interest and she moved on.

"How many of your friends do you think I've slept with?" I asked.

Someone must have made a big deal about it, and now she was making a big deal out of it.

"It doesn't matter," she practically yelled.

I tried to reason with her again, "Your friends are all adults. What's the big deal? It's not like I'm chasing them. They started it."

"It's gross," She replied. "Men your age shouldn't be sleeping with women my age."

"But it was OK when you seduced your former professor who, by the way, is at least 10 years older than I am," I shot back.

"That was different!" She was yelling now, but she knew I had her and she started to smile a bit. "That was me!"

"uh huh. So it's OK for you to seduce a man in his fifties but it's not OK for your friends to seduce me. I get it," I sang sarcastically.

"It's not just you," she explained. "It's your friends. They're my friends too, but ... my friends MY age are starting to hang out with them because of music and stuff."

"I've seen a couple of your friends at some of the more interesting parties recently," I acknowledged. "You're worried that you'll pick up a certain kind of reputation by association."

"YES!" She threw her arms in the air, "I'm not into all that weird shit, but people are going to think I am! Don't get me wrong. I love my older friends and family and don't care what you do to have fun, but I'm tired of my younger friends assuming that I'm all into that stuff just because I know people that are."

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Allison knocked on the door as she came through it.

"Hey," she said and wandered down the hall to Lilly's room. I didn't think Lilly was home, but wasn't sure and it wasn't unusual for a few of her friends to drop in unexpectedly. Allison poked her head in Lilly's door, closed it and came back down the hall to the living room.

"I thought Lilly might be here," she said casually and dropped herself onto the couch at the other end.

"I'm not sure where she's at," I said trying not to stare.

She was a real redhead with pale, smooth skin and the kind of warm and friendly smile that would intrigue anyone. Her hair was medium length and bit of a tangled mess. Her first attempts at dreads hadn't really worked out, but somehow it looked incredibly attractive on her. I had often found myself thinking how nice it would be to run my hands up into her tangled top and taste the blushing lips below.

"You meeting Lilly?" I asked.

I used the question as an excuse to look in her direction. She was wearing three or four layers of shirts and scarves in various colors against the chilly winter air.

"I thought she might be here, so I figured I'd just sorta drop in," Allison replied.

As she spoke she shifted her legs up onto the couch to sit cross legged facing me. She wore heavy black leggings under a pair of tattered and loose fitting Daisy Duke cutoffs. The power of suggestion is a powerful force. Even though her entire lower body was sheathed in at least one layer of heavy, opaque fabric the fact that only a few inches of loose fitting and frayed denim covered her crotch somehow gave the impression of sexual availability.

"What are you reading?" she asked.

"Oh, just a Terry Pratchett novel. Great light reading," I answered.

Does this visit seem suspicious? Maybe I'm just being paranoid. But after the conversation I just had earlier today with Lilly, I can't help but wonder about Allison's motives for stopping by. It's too much to hope for, really. I shouldn't even let my mind go there. It'll just end in her thinking that I'm a creepy old man. Pretty much the total opposite of what I'd want.

"You been reading anything in particular lately?" I asked.

"A little. No books, really. Just like short stories and stuff. I've been trying to write a little," Allison said with a bit of a lift in her voice.

"Yeah? What have you been writing?" I asked.

"I've been trying to write some short stories and post them to different places on-line for writers to post stuff. I want to get, you know, like, feedback," she said.

"Cool," I stated in what I thought would sound like a positive sort of encouraging manner. "Where you been posting to? There are a lot of places on the web to publish stuff too."

Her eyes darted about just a little, "Just ... one or two sites for writers. No place in particular."

I raised one eyebrow conspicuously.

"Hmm. Dodgy. What, are writing erotica or something?" I jested.

Allison giggled and said, "No! No. Well, maybe a little."

Her eyes rolled to the right and down to look at the floor. She smirked nervously. I laughed quietly and rubbed my forehead with one hand. My life is starting to read like a cheesy script.

"Dear Penthouse Forum," I thought to myself.

"That's pretty funny. Let me guess - Literotica?", I quizzed.

She looked startled.

"It seems like all of my female friends are into that site," I teased. "Have you gotten good ratings?"

Allison smiled into her lap. "Some," she said. "It's OK. Some of the female writers are really hot. And some of the men, too. Though mostly the men don't seem to understand what women want to read. And when they try to write from female perspective it's just ... ", her hands wrung the air, "... obvious that they aren't women. Some of the gay sex stories are wicked hot."

What is it with women and gay sex? I asked a female friend once and she replied, "I don't know. Why do straight men love lesbians?"

I'm not going to ask for her nom de plume. Let her offer it up if she wants me to read her stories.

Resting my chin in my hand I smile and ask, "Any stories you like in particular?"

"Well, yeah," she says blushing. "But I don't have a computer. I'm always using someone else's."

"Ah. Hey, I was going to make some tea. Want some?" I say getting up.

"Some Lady Grey would be great if you have it," she answers. "Can I use your computer?"

I pause for just a moment on the way to the kitchen.

"Sure. It's over there on the desk," I say.

I'm not sure where this is going. Somehow I seriously doubt she's going to summon erotica from the Internet to share. Even in light of fairly recent events, it's just too much to hope for. Laura and Emily were just flings. I can't let myself think that all of Lilly's friends want to have sex with me. That's completely unreasonable. And maybe a bit creepy on my part.

Knowing that she's busy at the computer, I hang out in the kitchen and do a few dishes while I wait for the tea water to boil. The warm water relaxes me. The tea kettle steams and I pour two cups of tea. Lady Grey for Allison and Earl Grey for myself.

"Do you take milk?" I ask loud enough for her to hear me.

"Yes, please. Just a little though," Allison replies from the living room.

I bring two cups out and approach the desk.

"I saved a bunch of links in Live Journal. Private, so no one can see it but me," she explains.

Turning her head and smiling up at me she says, "I mean, if you want to check it out."

Allison's voice drops to an indistinct mumble and she seems unsure of herself.

"Sure," I say trying to sound encouraging but not too eager. "Let me grab another chair."

Allison shifts her chair to the right so I can get another chair in next to her. She clicks open a story and quickly scrolls down a ways.

"We should read these out loud," she says. I can hear a little panic in her voice. She's scared for some reason. Maybe she's wondering how safe I am, or if this was a bad idea.

Highlighting a paragraph she says, "Here. You read first. This part is pretty good."

I've never been able to read erotica or porn with a straight face. The best I could manage was a bad Hercule Poirot imitation. Allison started giggling and then laughing. By the time I had gotten through a couple of paragraphs of vanilla erotica she seemed much more relaxed.

Allison read the next story fragment in a breathy voice that reminded me a little of Ginger from Gilligan's Island. We went back and forth like that for a few stories. The effort of reading aloud comically distracting me from the content.

Then she clicked open a journal entry that had three small pictures of a woman giving head. Allison paused.

"This was, uh, for research," she explained. "So I could describe what was happening."

The next journal entry was a set of photographs of women in different positions of submission having their mouths fucked. Their faces were dripping with saliva. One woman had her arms behind her back. Another was obviously masturbating. I noticed that they all had red hair.

The next entry was a series of photos from the same scene. A beautiful redhead grimaced while one thick cock was being shoved up her well greased ass and another was forced into her mouth.

Allison and I looked at each other. Her face was flush and her lips moist. My eyes followed her left arm down to where her hand was held firmly between her thighs.

"What do you want, Red?" I asked quietly. "What are you after?"

"I want to know what it's like to be used," Allison answered. "Like a toy or a sex slave. Don't even pretend you care about me getting off."

I cocked my head to one side and said, "I'm not sure that you know what you're asking."

She was silent and still, but for her breathing. I reached around her shoulders and ran my right hand up into her tangled red hair. I took hold of her scalp like a basket ball and pulled her head back gently.

"Is this what you want?" I queried.

She attempted to nod her head and whispered, "Yes."

"You're offering yourself to me for my pleasure," I restated. This could be dangerous territory. I had to make sure.

"Yes," she answered.

"Yes, Sir," I corrected.

Her eyes grew wide and she took a deep breath.

"Yes, Sir," Allison repeated. "Use me like a dirty little red headed slut."

I smiled and took a breath to contemplate. I stood, and walked over to the couch and sat back down. Allison's eyes were on me.

"Come here. Stand in front of me," I said casually. "I want to have a good look at what I'm being offered."

Allison fumbled out of the chair and hurried across the room to stand in front of me.

"Put your hands behind your head and turn around slowly," I commanded.

She looked awkward turning so slowly, but it gave me time to openly stare at her as I've wanted to do for months. I let her see me staring at her openly.

"Arms behind your back. Like in the photographs you were looking at," I said standing. "And spread your legs. Wider. Good."

I reached up and gently grabbed her back the back of the head again with one hand and ran the other down her side. I savored the curve of her waist and hip. My hand drank in the ripe firmness of her backside. I pulled her close and revelled in the fullness of her lips as they parted to welcome my own mouth.

"Remove your clothes," I stated plainly. "Fold and pile them neatly on the couch. Do you understand, slut?"

She twitched at the word "slut", but after a moment replied, "Yes, Sir."

I stepped back and circled her slowly watching her strip. It was a modest display of functionality. There was no strip tease. Her clothing simply came off to be folded one piece at a time. She paused and turned her head to find me when she unfastened her bra. I locked eyes with her as she pulled it off. The pale flesh of her chest was exposed. Her breasts were modestly generous, but not large. Her nipples stood erect. I circled behind her most of the way and ran a hand up under an exposed breast, cupping it as if to weigh it.

"Very nice," I whispered in her ear and stepped away again to let her continue.

Her Daisy Dukes hung on her hips loosely. She unsnapped them and they fell to the ground. The black leggings looked out of place. They were peeled down slowly. Self consciousness must have taken hold, because Allison was moving in such a way as to keep her thighs closed as much as possible. Finally she was completely and magnificently naked.

I stood in front of her, close. Her arms were folded over her tits and her thighs were slightly crossed. I closed one hand loosely just under her jaw. The span of my fingers was just enough to feel the veins pulse on either side of her neck.

"Is that how I told you to stand?" I demanded. "You tell me you want to be treated like a dirty little red headed slut and then you try to hide your body? The body you gave to me. Put your hands behind your back and spread your fucking legs."

She looked afraid for a moment, but as soon as I let go she responded to correct her position.

I smiled and hummed approval as I ran my hands across her supple flesh. My palms slowly explored every inch of her torso. Her cheeks were flush and her breathing as heavy. She looked off in the distance as I openly took measure of her body. The passage between her thighs had been shaved smooth except for a small patch of red fur just above it. My left hand descended to grasp a buttock firmly while my right began massaging small circles just over that small patch of red fur. I could feel the warmth rising.

Every so lightly, I let my fingers trace a small zig zag down through the patch of fur. Even to my light touch, the flesh below immediately parted slick and wet. The scent of her arousal rose headily to my nose. She moaned slightly.

In a quiet but firm tone of voice I asked, "I assume that you know how to suck cock, but I wonder if you've ever had that pretty little slut mouth of yours fucked?"

"No, Sir," she replied breathing heavily. "I've only had a cock in my mouth a few times. And I've never had my mouth fucked like in those pictures or videos."

"Have you ever had a cock in your throat?" I continued my line of questioning while slowly and gently playing through the silken gap of her sex with my fingers.

Allison was breathing heavily and moaning.

"Not a cock, Sir," She answered with some difficulty. "But ..."

"Don't you dare cum without my permission. I am nowhere near done with you," I growled. "So, no cock in your throat. BUT ... But what?"

She squirmed a little and closed her eyes.

"A dildo," Allison answered uncomfortably.

"You've had a dildo in your throat? Teaching yourself to deep throat?" I asked, amused.

"Yes, Sir. In my purse, Sir. I love having it in my throat when I get myself off," she blurted hotly, "Sir."

The hand I had gripping her wonderfully plump buttock pulled to separate her cheeks. I shifted my grip and reached out a finger to rest on on her tight, brown back door.

"How about this?" I quizzed, "Ever had a cock up your tight little slut ass? Or maybe a dildo?"

She spasmed nervously and replied, "No, Sir."

I stepped away casually toward the couch and moved Allison's clothes to a nearby chair.

Pointing to the couch I instructed, "On the couch, on your knees. Now turn and put your hands on an armrest."

I walked to the side of the couch, grabbed her by the hair and pulled her forward and down.

"I want to see those beautiful tits swaying over the edge of the couch," I explained.

It was an uncomfortable position that required a some effort to hold. More than half of her torso was over the edge of the couch. Her breasts were just generous enough to have a tiny amount of sway to them. One of her hands snaked back between her thighs where I knew it would be rubbing her hot little hole.

I held her by her hair and gently commanded, "Dirty little red headed slut, tell me again what it is you wanted."

She was struggling to maintain balance.

"Please, Sir. Use me however you want. Use me like a fuck toy," she gasped out stream after stream of obscenity. "Use me like a cheap fuck hole. Like I'm is just something to jerk yourself off with."

"Get your hand away from your cunt," I snapped. "If your good, I might let you get yourself off later."

We were both crazy with the moment. I let her head and torso drop and quickly removed my jeans and underwear. Allison raised her head and saw my throbbing cock bob in front of her face.

"Show me what a good cock sucker you are," I growled.

She raised up and lunged forward. Her lips parted around the head of my cock and she continued to thrust herself forward until she had fully impaled her face on my cock. I reached down with both hands and gripped her head tightly against my body. Even though her lips were planted against my pelvis and she was starting to gag, I tried to thrust deeper.

I pulled back out her mouth for a moment and let her get her breath. Her eyes were already watering and she gagged up long strands of saliva. But she looked hungry and her mouth parted in anticipation.

I slid the head of my cock into her hungry mouth and commanded, "You wrap your slut lips around my cock and suck. And you keep your lips wrapped around my cock."

She obeyed immediately and I began to slowly fuck her lips and mouth. I rocked gently, holding her head in my hands.

"I do enjoy a nice leisurely mouth fuck," I say to the top of her head.

Her ass is sticking up in the distance. I bend forward, turn her head to the side a bit and lean forward. My cock is once again balls deep in her little whore mouth. I reach out and grab her ass with one hand. Her ass is so beautiful from this angle. I can feel her gagging and starting to panic below me. I grab a handful of her hair and use it to pull her forward even more for a moment.

I let go and withdraw from her mouth just enough to let her breathe. I take my time and vary my strokes. Slow, fast, deep, shallow. All that exists is my cock and the little red headed fuck toy impaled on it.

I pull her off my cock and push her back further onto the couch. She must be tired and sore by now from holding that position for so long. But her spit covered face betrays nothing but a bizarre primal lust.

I reach over to an end table and pull an unlubricated condom out. My cock is too wet. I use Allison's hair to dry excess of drool from my hard cock. I roll the condom down my cock and grab her head again.

"Suck, you little whore," I spit. I'm as lost to the moment as she is.

Allison leans forward and wraps her lips around my cock once more, this time covered in latex. I fuck her mouth and throat mercilessly with slow, deep strokes. She barely even gags any more. After a dozen strokes, I know my cock is lubricated enough. That virgin ass has been teasing me from a distance for too long. I must have it.

I pull out of her mouth and she watches me walk around behind her. I slap her ass lightly and Allison moans. I put one knee up on the couch. I leave the other foot on the floor for traction. Allison raises her ass up high.




Allison



"You're hoping to get that greedy little cunt of yours stuffed, aren't you?" I taunt.

Allison's chin is still dripping with saliva and her lips and throat are probably swollen and sore.

"Yes," she coughs raggedly.

"Right idea, wrong hole," I snarl and place the head of my cock against her virginal back door. Like Allison's face, my latex covered cock is slick and dripping with saliva.

"Relax," I command, "and push yourself back onto my cock."

I hear her whimper. I reach around and run my fingers across her cunt. Allison moans and rocks back a little. Her cunt is incredibly wet.

"Your ass is long past due to be fucked and you know it. You've been fantasizing about having your ass fucked, haven't you?" I accuse while strumming her swollen cunt lips.

"Yessss," she hisses back.

I spit at the spot where my cock has pressed against her back door and rub my cock in circles to spread it around.

"Focus on relaxing. Take deep breaths," I tell her and angle myself to push forward.

I grab her hips and pull her slowly back as I press relentlessly forward. I feel her tight hole resist me, but I hold my cock on target with one hand while whispering "relax" over and over. Allison whimpers, but it only serves to further arouse my lust. After what seems like a small eternity of whimpers and resistance, Allison lets out a cry of surprise as I feel the head of my cock pop past her ring. Her head jerks up and her breathing is sharp. I reach around and find her cunt is still slick and swollen with desire.

The difficult part has passed. I press slowly in another inch and then pause while she adapts. I drool spit down the crack of her ass and watch it run down to where her once virginal hole is stretched tightly around my cock.

I rock subtly back and forth. Not enough to slide in or out, but enough to flex and stretch the muscles gripping me. Allison's whimpers are taking on new characteristics. Every now and again a moan of pleasure escapes her lips. I push in slowly. My cock is about half way into her tight ass.

Allison moans, "Fuuuck, yesss."

I alternate between gentle, stretching rocking motions and slow, minute slides until finally my cock is buried to the hilt in her ass. I rock gently there for a moment listening to Allison's breathing and then begin to slowly withdraw the same way. Allison begins to whimper and moan more loudly. Her head is turned to the side, resting on the armrest. I see tears and grow concerned.

"Are you alright?" I ask.

Allison whimpers and a tear falls from the eye that I can see. I stop everything. Now I'm worried.

"Never felt like this," she sobs quietly. "Hurts a little. But feels so good."

Relieved, I begin slowly rocking my cock back out of her ass. As I get toward the end, Allison pushes back suddenly and deeply. She whimpers and I feel her ring tighten for a moment when she forgets to relax. My cock is buried fully in her ass again.

"Does my ass please you?" Allison stutters. "Does my tight slut ass feel good?"

"Your tight little ass feels amazing," I confess.

"Please use it. It hurts, but I like it. I'm just a dirty little whore that needs her ass broken in. Break my ass in. Fuck my ass like you fucked my mouth," Allison pleads.

I pull back in one long slow motion and hold her hips firmly away as I pull out.

"NO!" she cries.

"Roll over on your back, slut. I want to watch your face while I fuck your ass," I snarl, hiding my concern.

Allison slides back onto the couch and rolls over. I pull her knees up onto my shoulders, slide my cock between her cheeks and press the head against her freshly broken hole. This time, gravity works with me and I easily slide up and in. She throws her head back and her face is a mixture of pleasure and pain. I let her legs drop to the side.

"You're tight little whore ass feels so good. Tell me how much you like having my cock up your ass, slut," I growl.

Allison moans and winces obscenities as I begin slow thrusts in and out.

"I love your cock in my ass, Sir. Fuck! Wanted it for so long. Oh! Never dared. Fuck! Yes!"

Even through a condom, after several minutes her tight greedy ass proves to be too much for my self control. I pull out and stand up.

"Get down on your knees in front of the couch, slut," I command.

Allison obeys and gets into position as I peel the condom off of my cock. I grab her by the head and fuck her mouth mercilessly. She gags out of control and spit foams out of her mouth to run sloppily down her chin onto her chest and lap. She can tell I'm about to cum, because I feel her starting to swallow.

Over the top I go, still pounding my cock into her mouth like a mortar and pestle. She hums, moans and swallows as I pump stream after stream into her mouth. I hold myself deep until my cock begins to soften a little. Like a good slut, her hands are still behind her back.

I pull out of her mouth. Her chin and lips are covered in a frothy mixture of spit a semen. My cock is a bit of a mess, too. Once again, I use her tangled red mop to clean and dry my cock off as much as I can. Her hair is sticky and matted with spit and cum.

"Has this little slut pleased you, sir?" she asks.

"I am quite pleased," I reply.

"Please, then, Sir. Can I get off. I'm so fucking close. Just a few touches," Allison begs.

I get up and grab her by the hair and begin to walk down the hall with her in tow. At the end of the hall is a full length mirror. I push her down in front of it.

"Kneel and spread your knees. Wider, slut. I want to be able to watch in the mirror. I want you to look at yourself in this mirror while you get yourself off," I tell her.

Allison takes that as permission, and her hands fly down to her cunt. Her face, chest and hair are a mess of drool and semen. She kneels wide legged at my feet with my hand gripping her by her red tangled top.

"Thank you, Sir," she moans.

It's not even a minute before her back arches and she howls and sobs herself through an intense and prolonged orgasm. As her orgasm begins to subside, I let go of her hair and sit down behind her.

After a minute, she opens he eyes and looks at herself again.

"Can I use the shower?" she asks.

"Absolutely. Towels are in the closet," I say with a gentle smile.

She reaches down and explores around her slightly loosened ass with her fingers.

"Can we do that again? Maybe in a few days?" Allison asks with a tired smile.

Lilly is going to be pissed.



Allison & Clark



"What'cha doin?" Allison asked as she barged into his room. She gasped, however, when she looked at the computer monitor and saw the image of a naked girl on the screen. "She's naked!" Allison squeaked and pointed.

"No shit," Clark mumbled as he suddenly downsized the screen.

"Why'd you make her go away?" she asked as she plopped on his bed. At 23, she was older than him by almost two years, with a pretty, but heavily freckled face, shoulder length reddish brown hair, and a completely non descript, average body. She was pretty; however her somewhat obnoxious personality had kept her from ever keeping a boyfriend for more than a few weeks.

"Because I'd rather not be looking at naked women with my sister in the room," he replied. He was just as average as his sister although slightly taller, and also with an average build. He was also somewhat geeky, which also made him shy and prevented him from even thinking about pursuing a girlfriend.

"Why, afraid yer dick'll get hard, or something?" she giggled as she looked pointedly at his crotch. "Bring her back up, I wanna look too."

"Why?"

"Because if you don't, I'll tell mom and dad, that's why," she replied. She wouldn't, but the threat always seemed to get her what she wanted. Sighing loudly, he clicked on the icon at the bottom of the tool bar, and instantly the pretty woman popped back into view. "They're fake," she pointed, making a face.

"No shit, but I'm not a tit man so it doesn't bother me," he told her.

"Ass man, huh?" she grinned.

"Other side," he muttered as he picked another set of pictures to look at.

"Why? At least with boobs and butts, you can tell what you're getting, most of the time. With that, it's a crap shoot." She then pointed at the screen, making another face. "I like my tits, better," she added, "don't you?"

"Ali, I've never seen your tits, so how am I supposed to know?" What happened next almost made him swallow his tongue. Walking next to the computer, she suddenly lifted her shirt and popped out her tits so he could see them. "What the fuck are you doing?" he asked, although he didn't sound as shocked as he felt.

"See?" she replied. "I think they're a good size, don't you?"

"Yeah, they're a great size," he nodded, staring at her jiggling C's. He hated to admit it, but he did think they were nicer than the woman's on the screen, and even worse, her dark nipples were a definite turn on.

"I like how dark my nipples are, too. Look at how big her areola's are. I like how mine are nice and small, so the nipple fits in it nicely."

"So do I," he replied absently. He was still both transfixed by her exposed tits, and somewhat shocked by the fact that she had exposed them at all.

"I do stuff on my computer, too," she said cryptically.

"Like what?" he asked, still amazed that she hadn't bothered to put her "girls" away.

"I read," she replied, "and I write." She had said the last expecting some kind of reaction from him, and she wasn't disappointed.

"Hearing that you're able to read is amazing enough," he teased her, "but the fact that you write also..."

"Hey! Shut up, dick!" she grumbled. "I've already submitted a couple of stories, and some people even liked them!"

Sighing loudly as he took one last, longing look at the picture of the young woman spreading before him, he downsized the picture and turned around in his chair. "Ok, I'll bite, what is it that you write, dear sister?" he said in a patronizing tone.

"Smut!" she grinned. "I write about getting laid and sucking cocks and eating pussy," she added excitedly.

"If you're gonna leave them out like that, at least take your shirt off so I can get the full effect," he said, pointing at her tits. He expected her to pull the shirt down, ending his cheap thrill. When she pulled the shirt off, however, he was both pleasantly surprised and slightly aroused. 

After clearing his throat, he leaned back in the chair and put his feet up on his bed. "They say that, to be a good writer, you pretty much should write what you know. Tell me, what do you know about getting laid, sucking cocks and eating pussy?"

The color that suddenly filled her face was quite vivid, and made him start to laugh. "I know about sucking cock," she countered. "And I had my pussy ate, once, but only for a few minutes."

"Why only for a few minutes?" he asked, somewhat intrigued.

"He said I didn't smell good," she pouted, "but from what I felt, it was really good, you know?"

"Mmmm hmmm," he nodded. "And the cock sucking?"

"How do you think I managed to keep boyfriends for as long as I do?" she asked sheepishly. "The only reason they don't stay, is because I won't let them... have sex with me," she mumbled.

"My big sister sucks cock," he grinned. "Tell me, can you deep throat?"

"Why?" she asked quietly.

"I'm just curious," he shrugged, somewhat amused.

"Yeah, sorta," she muttered.

"What about the getting laid part?" he asked, knowing the answer already.

"No," she replied. "I already told you I don't do that, that's why I can't keep a boyfriend." That was only part of the reason. The other part, was the fact that she was an overbearing loud mouth who felt the need to constantly keep talking, even when there was nothing to say. Her personal hygiene also was a factor. 

Seeing that his line of questioning was starting to bother her, he decided to change the subject somewhat. "Ok, you said you read... what do you read?"

"Stories," she replied, sounding at least a little better. "All of them have to do with some kind of sex or another, but, there's one type that I just started reading that's really piqued my interest."

"Wow, did you just say 'piqued'? I'm impressed!"

"Shut up!" she smirked, flipping him off.

"So, this one type, what does it have to do with?"

"If I tell you, you have to SWEAR that you won't think I'm off my rocker or twisted or anything, and, you can't tell another soul, all right?"

"You might as well not tell me, then," he answered.

"Why not?" She almost looked hurt by the fact that she couldn't tell him.

"Because I already think you're twisted and off your rocker," he grinned. Again she swore and flipped him off, all while starting to giggle.

"Guess!" she grinned.

"Right off the top of my head, I'd say lesbians," he answered.

"I've thought about it," she nodded, "but honestly, it's just as bad if not worse than a heterosexual relationship.

"Piqued AND heterosexual? Damn!" he grinned at her.

"Do you give up?" she asked, flipping him off again. When he nodded, she sighed. "Do you promise?"

"I promise," he nodded.

"Incest," she replied quickly, almost as if she didn't say it quickly, she wouldn't be able to. There was a long silence as she watched his face, looking for at least a hint as to what he was thinking.

""You do know what that means, right?" he asked slowly, struggling to get the words out and breathe at the same time.

"Yes, I know what it means," she replied.

"Right... ok, so tell me, what has your interest so piqued?"

"When I read the stories, they... they make me think. They make some very good points about it, really." At least now he understood why she was suddenly willing to take her top off in front of him.

"Points?"

Smiling, she nodded. "I mean, it's still taboo and all that shit, but, honestly, what's wrong with it?"

"Um, it's a sin?" he shrugged.

"Everything in the world is a fuckin sin to the catholic church, Clark!" she fumed. "At least everything that's even remotely fun, anyway. One of the arguments some of the writer's make is the fact that, as long as it's happening between two consenting adults, what's the problem?"

"Um, it's a sin?" he repeated, making her throw up her hands in frustration. He then started to chuckle and apologized. "I'm sorry, Ali, honestly. You just floored me with all of this, that's all."

"So, do you wanna?" she asked after another long silence.

"Do I wanna what?" he squeaked, not believing what he thought she was asking him.

"Wanna have incest?" she asked, like she was asking him if he wanted to go to the mall with her. Before he could reply, she continued. "Think about it, Clark. Almost all of the elements of the stories are here, right now, right in front of us. We're alone, we live together, mom and dad are gone for the weekend... it's almost perfect."

"Ok, hypothetical situation," he answered finally. "Let's just say I do agree to this. What do we do?"

"Anything our hearts desire," she grinned, slowly standing and going to sit on his lap.

"Including...?" 

"Especially including," she grinned. "I want to lose my cherry to you, Clark."

"Uh, can I ask why?"

"Because you're the closest thing I have to a boyfriend," she replied softly. "I love you. You listen to me, even though you make fun of me, you're smart, kinda cute, and, probably the most important factor of all, you won't go running around blabbing to everyone that you got to fuck Allison Peterson," she finished, leaning forward and rubbing one of her dark nipples over his chin.

She certainly had a point there. "It's a bittersweet thing, though," he sighed. "I'll finally get laid, yet I won't be able to tell anyone."

"The same goes for me, too," she replied. She then picked up his hands and placed them on her slightly cool tits. At first, he just sat there, staring at the two alabaster orbs under his now sweaty hands. Softly, he squeezed, looking more like he was trying to find a ripe melon than play with her tits. 

Even though he had no idea what he was doing, he still heard Allison moan softly. "Play with my nipples a little," she whispered, watching his hands. "Ow!" she yelled suddenly when he pinched harder than he should.

"Sorry," he replied sheepishly as he leaned forward and kissed it. It was then that he got a whiff of something that didn't smell too pleasant, and he instantly understood why the one boy who went down on her told her she smelled bad. "You know what I think we should do?" he said, as he rubbed his palms over her nipples.

"Mmmm," she purred. "What do you think we should do?" she asked, already starting to squirm.

"In the stories you read, do they ever take baths or showers together?" he asked as he started to enjoy himself.

"All the time," she replied. "You wanna take a shower together?"

"Yeah, I think it'd be a good way to get comfortable with being naked with each other," he told her.

"I wish we had a Jacuzzi," she muttered as they walked down the hall.

"That would be ideal," he nodded. "So, have you given any thought at all as to what we'll do after all this?" he asked as he took off his shirt.

"Do about what?" she asked as she stripped off her jeans, leaving her in just a pair of pink and white striped panties.

"I mean, is this a one time thing, or do we keep doing it?" His back was to her as he spoke, so when he suddenly heard the sounds of her peeing, he turned around quickly.

"What? I had to go!" she replied. She then made a funny face. "Damn, I guess Warren was right, I do smell pretty bad." When she stood after blotting herself, he noticed that her pubic hair looked like she had tried to trim it with a weed whacker, and he told her so.

"Shut up," she said, looking down at herself. "It was the best I could do, ok? Next time, I'll have you do it for me."

"You didn't answer my question."

"I don't know," she shrugged as she started the shower. "We'll see how it goes. If we like it, we can continue, if we don't, then we don't."

"What if one of us likes it and the other doesn't" he asked as he took off his pants. He was already semi-hard, a fact that didn't go unnoticed by his sister.

"Well," she grinned as she suddenly walked over and pulled his shorts down the rest of the way for him. "If you like it, and I don't, then we stop. But if I like it and you don't, then I'll just badger you until you give in," she replied sweetly. She then wrapped her hand around his skinny hardness and gave him a small squeeze. "I think this'll be a great size to start with," she replied.

"You have a cute ass," he commented as he watched her get into the shower.

The smile that she gave him when she turned around lit up the room. "You really think so?" she asked, biting her bottom lip.

"Yeah, I do," he replied. "Gimme the loofah and the soap," he pointed. He took his time washing her, alternating between using the sponge and his bare hands. He had her feeling so good she didn't even realize he seemed to be spending a longer amount of time between her legs. He also realized she looked damn sexy naked, a fact that she usually concealed because of the unflattering clothes she wore. 

"How's it feel?" she asked softly when she felt the way he seemed to be fondling her pussy rather than just washing it.

"Pretty good, actually," he replied, making her half giggle, half sigh as he started paying more attention to her clit. "It doesn't feel wrecked like most of the girls look on that website." After he finished washing her and she rinsed off, he handed her the loofah while they switched places.

"You're a lot bigger than I originally thought," he heard her say from beneath him. She was now on her knees and his mostly hard dick was pointed right at her face. "Rinse off, I wanna suck it," she told him. Once the all the soap was gone, he watched in awe as his now rock hard meat disappeared into her mouth, and gasped as she swallowed him whole after every third stroke.

When she finally stood so she could finish washing him, he smiled at her. "I guess you are pretty good at that," he told her.

"Thanks," she grinned. "I wish all the other guys I did that too were so sweet to me."

"Your room or mine?" he asked as they dried off.

"Yours," she nodded, "you have a bigger bed." Once she passed the threshold into his room, Allison started giggling as she jumped onto his bed. "C'mere and kiss me," she ordered softly and she rubbed the bed next to her.

"I've never done this before, either," he said as he put his arms around her. The feeling of their naked flesh suddenly pressing together made his cock feel even harder.

"Feels pretty good, huh?" she whispered as he lowered his mouth to hers.

"Uh huh," he nodded slowly. Their kiss was awkward, at first, with a lot of clicking teeth and mouths that weren't opened wide enough, which caused their tongues to drag uncomfortably over the other's teeth. After a few minutes, they found their rhythm, however, and soon were kissing like long time lovers.

As they kissed, he let his hands roam all over her soft, warm body, as her sighs and moans helped his cock to stay at full strength. After letting his middle finger slip between her slightly parted legs and slowly swirl around her wet, slippery slit, he brought his hand secretly back up to his nose and sniffed, making his cock give a mighty twitch. Now she smelled damn good!

"Do I smell good enough to eat?" she asked, her voice hot and breathy in his ear.

"Yes!" he whispered back, undaunted that she had found him out. "It's the first pussy I've ever smelled, and you smell delicious!"

"Then eat me!" she moaned, and in a flash, she was on her back with her legs spread wide.

Pre cum dribbled from the tip of his rod as he fell all over himself trying to get into position. Once he was there, he stared openly at her gaping, virgin quim. It wasn't as pretty as some of the ones he had seen on the websites, yet, it was a lot prettier than most of them. 

The fact that she wasn't lippy and stretched out and didn't look like she used a fire hydrant for a dildo most of the time made her all that much more beautiful. Her mound was plump and protruded quite nicely, giving it almost a swollen look, and the only thing that truly marred the view was the haphazard way she had hacked her pubic hair off.

He could smell her more intensely now, and the heat that radiated from between her spread legs reminded him of a warm radiator on a cold winters day. Spreading her slightly with his thumbs, he marveled at the way her small but thick, dark tan colored lips glistened with her horny glaze.

Looking up at her over her slightly chubby tummy, he locked onto her eyes as he turned his tongue into a spear. Her legs were already shaking in anticipation, and he wasn't even touching her yet. "This is gonna feel so fucking good!" she quivered, her voice soft and lusty. That was then he chose to let her know if she was right or not.

As he shoved his tongue as deeply into her sizzling gash as it would go, she howled. It wasn't like anything he had ever heard a human sound like before, and it instantly caused his cock to explode on the sheet beneath him. 

She was trembling violently already, and he still hadn't moved from his initial entry. He then placed his hands under her shaking thighs and pushed her up and open, almost laughing at the way her slit seemed to open and close on his ridged tongue.

Now that he had even more access to her quivering gash, he pressed his tongue deeper, until his chin was pressed against her anus. Allison gasped and her quim seemed to be working overtime as it contracted and convulsed on his now aching tongue. That was when he started to fuck her with it, and that was when she started to squirt.

"Oh... my... fucking... GOD!" she gasped, each word punctuated by a sizable squirt and a gasping sound equivalent to a death rattle. As she screamed the word "God!" a steady gush of her tangy liquid oozed and spurted from her epileptic gash, bathing his face, chin and throat.

She suddenly grabbed his hair, violently shoving his face into her gushing twat and smashing his nose against her tortured clit. As his face rode her bouncing muff, she let fly once again, this time nearly drowning him. 

He couldn't breath! He tried to tell her he needed air, but her pussy was clamped to his face like one of those stage one aliens in the movie of the same name. In an effort to get her to let go of him, he did the only thing her could think of at the moment.

Not bothering or caring about lubrication at that point, he took his middle finger and shoved it as hard and as deeply as it would go into her puckered ass. 

Bad move. 

Sounding like a woman thrown off of a very, very high cliff, Allison screamed as she pressed his face even tighter into her gushing gash. She was bouncing and gyrating so hard at that point, both of them were "getting air" as they bounced off the mattress. 

Only by pure luck did his mouth break contact for the briefest moment, enabling him to suck in some of the coolest, sweetest air he had ever tasted. It was right after that blessed intake of life saving air, that she suddenly stopped her bouncing.

She still had a death grip on his now sweaty hair, and she still had her twat stuck to his face like a suction cup on glass window. Now, however, her ass was off the bed, and she was having her own private earthquake, and her throat emitted a single staccato note that was timed to those vibrations. 

Just as he started to lose consciences and his finger fell limply from her asshole, Allison grunted something deep and guttural, and pushed him painfully away from her twat. As she rolled into a fetal position and sobbed, he rolled off the bed to the floor and gasped for air.

She had stopped crying at some point, and when he was finally able to gather the strength to climb back onto the bed, he saw her lying there, still shaking and still in the fetal position. She jumped and let out a loud, startled cry when he touched her, but he kept advancing towards her quivering body. "Are you all right?" he asked, his voice raspy from his dry throat.

"I'm still cumming!" she whined, "Hold me Clark!" Sliding down next to her, he slid his arms around her flushed, trembling body and spooned her tightly to him. As they lay there, his cock decided that it had been left out of the fun for far too long, and once again made its presence known. She started to giggle when she felt his gradually hardening manhood growing between the cheeks of her ass.




Allison & Clark



It took a few minutes for her to finally calm down enough so she could move and talk. "Where the hell did you ever get the idea to do that to my ass?" she asked him as she rolled over.

"I was trying to get you off of me so I could breathe," he told her. "I was almost passing out."

"Sorry," she apologized softly. "I've never felt anything so fucking intense in my entire life! It was incredible, Clark!" She then started to frantically kiss his whole face, tasting herself everywhere she placed her lips. "I smell and taste pretty good, don't I?" she giggled as she continued her kissing. "I promise you, I'll never, ever let my pussy smell bad again! I'll always keep it nice and clean for you!"

He supposed he should be flattered, but his brain was still a little foggy from the prolonged lack of oxygen to it. Before he realized what was happening, she was pushing him over on his back, smiling as she saw his now throbbing meat pointed at almost a forty-five degree angle across his pelvis. "Now it's time for your reward!" she grinned. "Don't move, I'll be right back!"

Move? He was still concentrating on breathing! He could hear her running through the house, sounding like a small herd of Shetland ponies doing whatever it was she was doing. A few minutes (hours?) later, he heard her clomping up the stairs. When she came back into the room, she was carrying an arm load of old sheets and towels in her arms. "You're doing laundry?" he asked, making her laugh.

"No, you moron!" she giggled as she bounced on the bed so hard it moved it a few inches across the floor. He watched as she first folded the sheets up into large, thick squares and then instructed him to lift his ass. After shoving the folded sheets under him, she then proceeded to cut holes in various places in the old, thick towels, and then put his somewhat deflated dick through each of those holes. When she was through, it reminded him of someone about to have surgery.

"Now, just relax, Baby, and let me take care of everything," she grinned at him. As he watched her slowly engulf his semi-hard prick into her mouth, he produced a very poor imitation of a Tarzan yell as she swallowed him whole. As her face was nestled into his soft pubic hair, he felt his schlong swell in record time in her hot mouth. The fact that she was un-phased by it amazed him.

"Are you ready, Baby?" she asked sweetly as she swung her leg over his torso.

"What about condoms?" he asked weakly.

"I've been on the pill for six years now," she told him softly. "Just relax, ok?"

Both of them gasped in unison when they felt the engorged head of his cock lodge into her molten opening for the first time. Once he was secure, she began to move him in and out of her slowly, wincing each time his hardness reached a new depth. 

"I'm gonna cum!" he said weakly, giving her just enough time to pull her pussy off of him. Right as the head of his prick left her steamy opening, hot jets of cum began to shoot out, splashing on her thy and shooting only inches past his face. 

She was only slightly disappointed at the minor setback, because they had all night to accomplish what they needed to. "I'm sorry!" he grunted. "It just felt so good!"

"Don't worry about it," she shushed him. "We're far from done yet, so just kiss me while you rest up." Of course, it was their kissing that seemed to revive him out of his fog. By the time he had all of his awareness back, his cock was once again at full mast. They were still kissing when he took her hand and placed it over his hot, throbbing meat. "Oh, yes!" she hissed as she moved back into position.

She was already starting to shake with both anticipation and a small orgasm that was buzzing through her clit. Once again she slid his pole inside her and resumed her up and down motions. "Get ready, lover!" she panted, already starting to sweat. 

Each time she came down, she did so with a little more force, whimpering at the pain but not stopping. "Here... we... GO!" she panted, and then brought her twat down hard, impaling herself on his rod.

Her gasp was tortured and ragged as her pussy suddenly burned with unfathomable pain as blood collected on the towels beneath her. She held him inside her for what seemed like a very long time, until she finally began to move. Tears flowed freely from her tightly shut eyes, and a smile slowly began to slide its way across her red, sweaty face.

She bent forward and pressed her lips to his, their tongues dancing with practiced ease as she slowly slid him in and out of her tight box. As they kissed, he squeezed and kneaded her bouncing tits, and tweaked her rock hard nipples. When he felt himself starting to get close, he slid his hands over her sides and grabbed her jiggling ass cheeks. Spreading her as wide as he could, he started to pick up the rhythm until they could hear their sweaty flesh slapping together.

When he suddenly let out a loud grunt and started bucking like a bronco, her already tight twat clamped down on his pulsing prick like a vice. As he burst deep inside her, filling her aching, convulsing gash with cum, she began to gush again, sending hot, sticky sprays of fluid all over the towels beneath her. When they were both finished, she mashed her mouth to his and shoved her tongue almost down his throat, as she slowly rolled off of him.

"We did it!" she cried, clinging to him as she shook. "We're no longer virgin's!" It seemed like a rather stupid thing for her to say at that moment, but he was too lost in his own euphoric feelings to think about it. "I love you!" she whispered, burying her face into his neck.

"I love you, too," he replied, knowing it was the right thing to say. His mouth felt like he had been sucking on a roll of socks the whole time, and he needed something to drink. "Can I get you something to drink?" he asked her as he started to get up. It was then that he saw the bloody towels, and winced.

"Water, please," she requested softly as she watched him gingerly remove the towels off of him. 

When he returned a few minutes later, he stood for a moment, and gazed down at her naked body and smiling face. For some reason she looked different. She was beautiful, and looked more womanly that he ever thought she could. "Are you ok?" he asked as he cracked the top of the water bottle for her.

"Way, way, way beyond ok, baby," she whispered. Even her voice sounded more mature, some how. "How about you?"

"I feel very manly," he joked, striking a body builder pose that made her giggle. After taking a long, refreshing drink of his soda, he belched softly (and even excused himself), and then looked down at her. "Where do we go from here?" he asked.

"Where do you want to go?"

"Out the door and to the right, for starters," he grinned. "We need a shower."

"I mean with us," she answered. She was smiling, but her voice was soft and serious.

After taking another swig of his soda, he swiveled around and put the can on his night stand, before turning back around and cuddling next to her. "Where do you want this to go?" he asked, pecking her on the lips three times.

"All the way," she replied, pressing her hot mouth to his.

"We need to keep it a secret," he breathed. The kisses they shared were hot, soft and deep, and grew with increasing passion with each one.

"I can keep our secret," she whispered hotly, moaning as he kissed her more passionately then they had ever kissed. They both stopped at the same time when they realized he was suddenly raging hard again. With twin wicked grins, he rolled her over on her back and slid his aching meat easily into her. "Oh yes!" she hissed, sounding like a softly deflating tire.

She wept at the tenderness he made love to her. Wrapping her legs around his slightly flabby waist, she cried and moaned with every thrust, cumming hard every time he would press his length as deep as he could go and grind his pelvis against hers. He kept this up until he once again blew deep inside her, as they both mumbled "I love you!" softly in between their kissing.

In the shower, they could only look at each other with a love and tenderness neither of them ever thought they could, or would have the opportunity to feel for another soul. When they were through with their shower, she gathered the towels and sheets and brought them down to the washer. After dumping almost a half gallon of bleach into the water, she went back up stairs. "I think we should write about this," she said as she slid her hands over his shoulders.

"Really? Will you submit it to the site?"

She smiled broadly and nodded. "I think we should write it together," she continued. "I want us to both get our feelings out, so everyone will know."

"Then let's do it!" he grinned as he double clicked on the word processor.

They wrote until the washer was finished, and once Allison returned from the basement, she decided they needed to stop so they could sleep. "It's almost two," she yawned as she gently rubbed his shoulders.

"Then let's go to bed."

She smiled wickedly as she stood and slipped her hand into his. "We get to sleep together!" she whispered.

"Two nights in a row, if we want," he added with a wide grin. "It's just gonna suck when we have to go back to sleeping separately, though."

"Yeah, it will," she nodded, "but it's not like we'll never get the chance again, you know?"

"True," he nodded as he felt her snuggle up against him. He was about to say more, when he realized she was already asleep.



Allison and I at A House Party



My wife, Allison, and I had been swinging for about three years. We had played with a few couples, and Allison had a few regular single lovers she played alone with.

We had been playing with a couple, Leslie and James, for about six months. They had become our latest "regular" couple. Allison would still play with her regular lovers (two were college roommates, mentioned in another story) 

One evening, after a nice same room swap with James and Leslie, we were sitting and chatting.

James asked, "Have you two ever been to a house party?" 

I answered, "No, but the idea sounds intriguing."

I enjoyed watching Allison making love to other men. Of course, I always enjoyed our swapping encounters, and Leslie was one hot lover.

Allison is a small petite brunette with blue eyes, 34C breasts (she had them enhanced). She definitely has a lot of Irish in her, with long curly auburn hair and a pale complextion. She keeps her pussy completely shaved.

Leslie, however, is slightly taller, at 5'5" tall, and a more athletic build. She has shoulder length dirty blond hair, tans regularly, with 34B natural breasts. She has those muscular, toned runner's legs and a nice shapely ass. She also keeps herself smoothly shaven.

James began telling us about a group he and Leslie belong to. They have 12 couples in their group and range in age from 24 to 46. All are attractive professional types, and discretion is very important.

James said their group meets at a house about once a month. The hosts, Tom and Kelly, will allow select male and female singles join as guests of the couples.

Leslie said, "You two need to join us some time. Allison would definitely be a treat."

The thought of seeing my sweet wife let loose in a group setting excited the hell out of me. After hearing more details, Allison and I decided to jump at their offer. 

It was a Saturday night, and Allison and I rode to the party with Leslie and James. Allison was excited but a little nervous. She was squeezing my hand while we were riding in the back seat. Both women were dressed in sun dresses and us guys were wearing pants and polo shirts. I reached over with my other hand and ran my hand up Allison's dress to her thong panties. She sucked in a deep breath as I felt under her panties. Her shaved pussy was very hot and wet as I ran my fingers up her slit. I leaned over and gave her a quick and reassuring kiss. I then told her, "Just relax and have fun tonight, sweetie. Remember, no rules, so don't worry about me."

Allison squeezed my hand even harder and said, "Thanks, honey, I plan on it, but just anxious about what to expect."

Leslie overheard us and looked back smiling. She said, "Don't worry Allison, you will be great!" "The!guys are very respectful and most are great lovers."

We arrived at Tom and Kelly's house. The house was large and in an upscale neighborhood. Tom met us at the door and invited us all in.

Most of the couples we already there. I was impressed at the quality of the couples. Most were very attractive. 

Tom introduced us to his wife, Kelly. Kelly was very attractive. She was built similar to Allison, but had smaller natural breasts and was a Ginger, with longer red hair. Her dark brown eyes were very inviting. 

Tom and Kelly were in their early 40's but didn't look much older than Allison and I, in our mid 30's. Tom was smiling at Allison and looked at her with a "I'm going to enjoy you" smile.

We were shown the bar and we all got our drinks. James, Leslie, Tom and Kelly began to take us around, showing us the house and provisions, as well as introducing us to the other couples. 

In addition to the couples, there were three single guys and one single female. All had been brought and were guests of a couple.

Tom fired up some music and the drinks began to flow. Allison and I stayed and hung around James and Leslie at first. Other couples would come by and talk for a bit. All the men seemed to be looking at Allison as though they wanted a shot with her tonight. She seemed to be loosening up, with help from the booze, and flirting back with a few of the guys.

Kelly then came up to me and took me by the hand. She drug me to the patio outside. Once outside she leaned into me and gave me a kiss. Her soft lips felt great as our tongues danced together. 

She broke the kiss and asked, "Can the hostess have some time with you?" 

I replied, "Absolutely, I'd love to!"

She embrassed me and ground her sexy body against mine. We began kissing more and I could feel the heat coming from her crotch as she ground her pussy against my hardening cock.

Kelly then took me to the master bedroom. Once there, we began stripping each other's clothes off. There was a lamp on in the bedroom, and I stared at her pink nipples against her pale skin. For being in her early 40's, her body was very toned. It was obvious that she worked out regularly. 

In no time, Kelly and I were making out on her bed. She had my cock rock hard and I could feel her moist pussy against my thigh. I rolled her over and onto her back. I then moved over her in a 69 position. Kelly grabbed my cock and began licking and sucking me. I began kissing, licking and nibbling on her thighs and around her lower stomach, giving her some teasing. I could feel her breathing quicken as I felt her hot breath on my cock, balls and ass. 

I then began slowly licking and nibbling her clit, making her squirm under me. Kelly moaned, "Ummm!" around my cock as I slid my tongue inside of her hot pussy. She was soaking wet and I lapped up her juices as pleasured each other.

I then licked my way down to her puckered little asshole and circled my tongue around it. I felt Kelly's body arch up against mine as I continued to tongue her ass. 

I slid a finger into her pussy as I licked her ass and felt her body tense up. Kelly was having her first orgasm. She tried to continue to suck me, but was having difficulty as her body began to quake. 

Kelly yelled, "Oh, fuck, I'm cumming!" as she drew in her breath and her body tensed up. I felt her pussy contracting and pulsing against me fingers as I continued my assault. Her juices began flowing from her shaved pussy.

I let her come down for a few seconds before I flipped her over onto all fours. I then moved up behind Kelly and slowly slid my now throbbing cock into her. 

Kelly moaned, "Fuck you've got a thick cock!" as I continued to bury myself into her. Before long, my balls were nestled up to her clit. I withdrew and began slowly fucking her hot cunt. She was getting wetter by the second.

Kelly had not fully recovered from her first orgasm, so I quickly had her built up to another. Her cunt muscles were gripping down hard on my cock, milking me good. 

I began pounding her pussy hard and could feel my own orgasm arriving. Kelly was moaning and yelling, "Yes! Fuck me harder!!" "Make me cum!" 

I continued to fuck her, slapping my hips against her ass. All of a sudden, Kelly's body tensed up and her pussy began to spasm. She yelled out, "Oh shit! I'm cumming again!"

This sent me over the edge and I shot my load deep in her pussy. 

We laid there for a few minutes and Kelly thanked me for letting her be my first for the night. We soon dressed and joined the rest of the party.

I went to the kitchen and poured myself another drink. I then began walking around the party. Most people were naked or nearly naked. There were couples participating in various acts. Some were giving and receiving oral, some were all out fucking. Some were just sitting and talking, and watching the shows.

I didn't see Allison anywhere down stairs. I hoped that she was having a good time. I then felt that tightening excitement in my stomach, as I envisioned what she might be doing.

Just then, Leslie came up to me. She only wearing a man's button up shirt, and nothing else. Her toned, tanned legs looked great! 

Leslie asked, "Hey, where have you been?"

I said, "Oh, Kelly took me upstairs, and we had some fun." 

Lesile said, "Kelly is great!" "She and James hook up at most of these parties." 

Leslie asked, "Have you seen James?"

I responded, "No, I haven't, but I've been upstairs."

Then I asked Leslie, "Have you seen Allison?"

Leslie smiled and said, "I saw her a bit ago. She was with Tom and one of the single guys, talking." "Of course, I have been a little busy myself."

Leslie and I chatted for a bit, and then she suggested that we find a bed. We went upstairs and went into the TV room. This room had several large chairs and a couch. Tom and Kelly had placed a mattress in the floor.

I then noticed Allison. She was straddling Tom as he was seated on the couch. She was moving her hips back and forth on Tom's cock. Tom had his face buried in Allison's tits as they fucked. 

I stood there and watched my beautiful wife riding this older man and I was so turned on. My cock immediately sprung to life. 

Leslie saw how engrossed I was watching my wife. She asked, "You really like watching her, don't you?" 

I mumbled, "Yes, I do."

Leslie suggested that we go to a chair in view of Allison. She helped me undress and she removed the shirt she was wearing. She sat me down and then sat down in my lap. I wrapped my arms around Leslie and looked over her shoulder at the show Allison was performing. 

Allison was still grinding on Tom's hard cock and I could tell she was getting hotter by the second. Allison's long auburn hair was thrown back and her pale skin showed red marks of were Tom had been grabbing her back and ass. She looked incredible as she rode Tom's cock. I was so proud to be her husband.

Allison then moved up to a squatting position, and Tom's cock slid out, almost completely as she readjusted on him. It was then that I realized how huge Tom's cock was! He had to be 9 inches and thick!

Once Allison was in a squatting position, she lowered herself back down his cock. She moaned as his length filled her vagina again. I noticed copious amounts of cum around Allison's pussy and Tom's cock. 

Allison began to slide herself up and down Tom's hard cock with increasing tempo. Their bodies slapping together. 

Leslie then turned around and began straddling me. She said, "You keep watching, but I need you in me."

Leslie then grabbed my rock hard cock and slid it into her pussy. I noticed that she was very wet and assumed I was feeling her previous lover's cum, mixed with hers. She settled onto me and began to gently rock on my cock as I watched Allison.

Allison was now bouncing wildly on Tom's huge cock. Some of her long hair was stuck to her neck and back, due to the sweat she was building. She was working hard on Tom's cock.

Before long, Allison began screaming out, "I'm going to cum!" "Oh, fuck! Your cock feels so good!"

I saw Allison's body tense and she slammed herself all the way down on Tom's cock. She threw her head back as she let out a loud moan and came. I saw Tom's balls begin to lurch as I knew he was emptying himself into her hungry pussy.

My heart was pounding as I watched my sexy wife take Tom's cum into her pussy. Leslie whispered in my ear, "I know how she feels. Tom cums gallons and it feels so good!"

This sent me over the edge and I came, shooting a huge load into Leslie's pussy. Leslie continued to ride me as the mixed cum from her pussy ran down my balls and to my ass. 

As Allison was coming down from her orgasm, one of the single guys, Mike, came up to her and Tom. She turned her head and Mike fed her his cock. Mike had an average sized cock and he was in great shape and appeared to be in his mid 20's. 

Tom then suggested that Mike have some fun and he pushed Allison off his now softening cock. As he did, cum began running out of Allison's pussy and down her inner thighs.

Mike placed Allison on her back and moved her ass to the edge of the couch. He spread her legs and positioned his cock at her swollen pussy lips. He then pushed forward and sank his cock into her completely. Mike went in easily, due to Tom's cum and the size of his larger cock.

Mike pulled his cock back out until only the head of his cock was in her. He pulled more cum from Allison's pussy and it ran down to her ass and coated his cock. 

Mike pushed back in and began fucking my wife in earnest. Allison wrapped her legs around his waist as their rhythm began to increase.

Leslie was still impaled on my still hard cock. Watching my sweet wife getting attention from these men, kept me hard, even after I came.

Leslie had turned to watch Mike plung into my wife and said, "You just keep watching her. I'm gonna cum on your cock now."

Leslie began rocking on me again. Her pussy making sloshing sounds. She buried her face into my neck as she rode me.

Mike was now hammering away at Allison pussy. She was arching her back as he worked her to another orgasm. She began to moan, "Yes, fuck me! I'm going to cum again!"

I saw Allison's body tense up and she grabbed Mike's ass, pulling him into her. She yelled as her body was racked with another orgasm. This sent Mike over the edge and he flooded her pussy with his seed. 

Once Mike pulled out, James moved up and entered Allison's now sloppy pussy. Cum had pooled on the leather couch and was running down the front of the cushion. 

James pounded into her as she continued to ride her waves of orgasm. I had never seen Allison have multiple orgasms like this. She was smiling and arching her back as James fucked her pussy.

Leslie was riding me good now. She had moved up to a squatting position and was slamming her pussy onto my cock.

Leslie's husband was pounding my wife and we were all nearing another orgasm. Leslie was first. She slammed her pussy onto my cock, burying me deep into her. I could feel her pussy spasming around my cock. This sent me over the edge and I added another load to her hot pussy.

Then I heard Mike announce that he was cumming. I looked over just in time to see him plung into my wife's swollen pussy and fill her full of his seed. My wife then yelled out her orgasm and shook beneath James.

We were all four pretty exhausted by now. My wife was a mess. We all dressed and said our goodbyes. Tom and Kelly gave us an open invitation to come back anytime.

As we rode home with James and Leslie, I put my arm around Allison's waist and pulled her close. I whispered how happy I was to have her kissed her.

Once home, we showered together and made love in the shower. We then crawled into bed and talked about our night. Allison said that Tom was the second guy to fuck her that night. The first was one of the other single guys, named Robert. She told me how good it made her feel to be admired by so many guys in one night. She also admitted that she enjoyed seeing Leslie fucking me.

After talking it over, we decided to go to the next house party Tom and Kelly hosted. 

Till next time...