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Answering

By: EldritchSandwich



Author's Note: This is the final part of a triptych, and follows from my previous stories 'Questioning' and 'Experimenting.' While it's not absolutely necessary to read those first, it would make me feel more appreciated.

...

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying...I'm saying that just because...just because you're good together, it doesn't mean you have all the answers. And it doesn't always mean you want the same things."

"So instead of talking about what those things are, you're just going to run away?"

"I'm not running."

"Bullshit. Yes you are!"

"I'm just...we're getting further and further apart. You can see that, right? And I'm not saying I don't love you, I'm just...trying to avoid a lot more pain down the road."

"Baby, please. I...I need you."

"Annie, I love you so much. I'll always love you. But...you don't."

Annie leaned back in the driver's seat, watching the raindrops skitter down the window and half-listened as the voice on the radio told her what she already knew; she was late.

She thought about Sinead a lot when it rained. It was raining the first night they made love, their first night as roommates when they hardly even knew each other and so had nothing to lose. It was also raining the day they broke up, the day they both cried so hard because they knew each other better than they'd ever known anyone and were about to lose everything.

But that wasn't why she was thinking about Sinead today.

Her cell phone rang. She glanced at the screen before answering. "Bryce, hi."

"Connell. Where the hell are you? I've got a very valuable theater and a very excited producer, but no contract."

"I got stuck in traffic on MLK. I'm almost there. Stall or something."

"Well, I'm flashing my baby blues, but she's giving me nothing here. I must not be her type."

Annie couldn't stop herself from smiling.

...

The theater wasn't actually all that valuable, as commercial properties went. It had a decent location, but it was going to take a lot of work to turn it into anything that could even host a play, much less make people want to come to one. And the woman whose company was going to do that work was standing with Annie's boss at the edge of the stage.

Bryce looked up as Annie stepped down the aisle, still shaking the rain off her coat.

"Jeez, it's really coming down out there. Glad you're okay." Bryce grabbed the paperwork she held out just as the woman standing next to him started to look up. "Ms. Berg, this is Anne Connell, she'll be taking care of all the legal stuff to get the sale underway. Anne, this is—"

"Hello, Sinead."

The funniest thing was that the wide-eyed brunette standing in front of her didn't actually look any different. Five years later, she still looked exactly like she had the day they'd said goodbye: same freckles, same lack of makeup, same Venus around her neck, right down to the pixie cut she'd gotten in junior year that Annie had joked finally made her look like a lesbian.

Well, she didn't look exactly the same. She looked terrified.

"Annie?"

Annie smiled. "You look good."

Sinead shook her head. "Yeah. You too. You look amazing."

Annie couldn't help the way her cheeks colored. She'd lost a little weight, the soft belly that Sinead used to love to nuzzle flatter and smoother now. Unlike the brunette her hair was still long, but she almost always wore it up these days. More professional, after all.

Bryce was staring. Annie shook her head and reached for the papers. "Well. What do you say we sell you a theater?"

Sinead cleared her throat, and Annie couldn't help the little flare of satisfaction as the brunette blushed.

"Right. Of course."

Sinead leaned in to take the pen Annie offered. They were so close, shoulders brushing, and Annie just kept her eyes on the paper.

"And then maybe after we're done here, we can go somewhere and catch up."

She saw Sinead's eyes flick over out of the corner of hers. They both smiled.

"Yeah. I'd like that."

...

They went out for cocktails. Annie drank martinis now—because when you spent all your time with lawyers some habits were hard not to pick up—but Sinead still drank rum and Coke, just like she did at nightclubs back in college. They sipped their drinks, watched the raid crawl down the windows, and tried not to get caught staring at each other. They failed.

Halfway through her rum and Coke, Sinead cleared her throat. "So. I saw that you got engaged."

Annie's eyes cut down to her left hand drumming nervously on the table, at the finger that used to have Scott's grandmother's ring on it.

"Yeah. For a while."

Sinead frowned. "Oh. Uh...I'm sorry."

Annie sipped her martini. "What about you, are you seeing anyone?"

The brunette winced. "Uh, no. Not at the moment." She gave a self-deprecating chuckle. "Course 'the moment' seems to be all the time I'm getting these days."

Annie smiled. "No epic love stories?"

Those familiar hazel eyes met hers for a second that felt longer before cutting away toward the window. "Just the one."

That made Annie blush.

They drank in silence a little longer before Sinead cleared her throat again. "Look, Annie, I just...I'm sorry. For how we left things. I mean, for how I left things. You. It wasn't—"

Annie's hand on hers silenced her. "No. You were right." When the touch lingered a moment longer than it should have, Annie quickly pulled her hand back and took another drink. "It took me a while to realize that, but I did. I was...in my second year of law school, surrounded by these cutthroat personalities, turning into one myself, and I just remember thinking...this would tear Sinead and me apart. And it wouldn't be pretty. I'm not saying that...the way we left off was perfect, but looking back from where I am now, it could have been a lot worse."

Sinead managed to smile. "So...do they often send out a fancy lawyer like you just to deliver some papers?"

Annie chuckled. "They do when she's been with the company for less than a year." Sinead's eyebrows rose, and Annie cleared her throat. "Or, maybe I saw the name Sinead Berg in connection with a theater and I begged my boss to let me handle it personally."

That won her a much better smile. "The producer and the contract lawyer. Could you ever have imagined us ending up like this, back in school?"

Annie snorted. "Yes! This is exactly how I pictured us!" She grinned. "Except I never would have thought in my wildest dreams that you'd keep that haircut."

Sinead grinned back, running slender fingers through her short hair. "Yeah, well, a girl can't let herself look too straight in this business, people might start getting ideas."

Annie rolled her eyes. "Oh please, straight? You? Even without the haircut, there are plenty of clues that you're gay. I mean, just look at your fingernails!"

Sinead chuckled, then glanced down. When Annie realized what she was looking at she blushed, tucking her own short, rounded nails underneath her hand.

They each took another drink, a long one, before Annie spoke.

"I know what you're thinking. I haven't been with a woman since you."

Sinead's cheeks colored. "I wasn't thinking that."

"Of course you were."

Sinead's eyes flitted up, big and gold, and Annie swallowed. The brunette set down her empty glass.

Annie took the took the last sip of her drink, then did the same. "Do you ever wish that..."

"What?"

"That we hadn't...ruined our friendship?"

"No," Sinead answered immediately. Then she frowned. "Do you?"

Annie shrugged. "I don't know. Sometimes. Maybe. Sometimes I think that...if we'd just stayed friends, I might have seen you in the last five years." Sinead winced. "But other times, I remember being with you, I remember...the longest, most...most passionate love affair of my life, and..."

"Do you miss it?"

Annie was tempted to ask what, just to hear her say it. Instead, she just said "Yes." Sinead's finger brushed the back of her hand, and she swallowed. "Do you?"

Sinead paused, almost long enough that Annie thought she wasn't going to say anything, before licking her lips. "I'm about to ask you something. And I need a straight answer or I'm going to go insane."

Annie swallowed. "O...okay."

Sinead's hand paused on top of hers. "Why did you come here?"

Annie took a deep breath. "I...I needed to see you."

"Why?"

"To see if...if you were still the same woman I remembered. If I'd...built you up into something in my head, some romantic image I was never going to be able to live up to."

Sinead pursed her lips. "What's the verdict?"

Annie forced her eyes up to meet the brunette's. "You're exactly what I always knew you were," the redhead murmured, almost too softly for Sinead to hear. Almost. "Now I need a straight answer from you."

Sinead held her gaze. "Okay," she all but whispered.

Annie turned her hand over, brushing her fingers up against Sinead's without letting go of her eyes. "What would you do if I kissed you?"

...

Sinead's place was closer.

It was a nice townhouse in a good part of the city, the real estate portion of her brain was only too happy to supply even as the rest was occupied with oh God I'm kissing a woman it's been so long and it's so much better than I remembered and the taste and the smooth skin I want more I want more Sinead Sinead Sinead.

She clung desperately to Sinead's back as the brunette closed the front door behind them with her hip, not even bothering to turn on the lights as they tumbled down the hall, pausing occasionally to make out like teenagers, like the teenagers they'd been when they used to make out, before Annie let Sinead guide her deeper into the dark house, the slender brunette's hands everywhere, everywhere she remembered them being.

When the backs of her knees hit the edge of Sinead's bed, it wasn't a moment too soon.

They'd peeled off their jackets at the door—well, each other's jackets—and slipped out of their shoes, but now the clothes started coming off in earnest. Sinead's hands worked the buttons on Annie's shirt; the redhead remembered how confident they'd been that first night, but now they were shaking. When Annie's reached up to help, they just shook more.

Eventually between the two of them they managed to get her shirt off, and then oh God Sinead's hands were on her breasts, and it was as if the last time they'd been there was last night instead of five years ago. The shaking had stopped, and Annie started breathing faster and harder into Sinead's mouth as those slender hands rubbed and squeezed and slid under the cups of her bra. When they reached around her back for the clasp, Annie gasped.

A single, confident motion.

She practically flung her bra away as Sinead's hands returned. The weight she'd lost had made her once-prodigious breasts a little less so, but the brunette obviously didn't mind.

"You too," Annie managed to mumble between kisses. "I need to feel you."

Sinead moaned her agreement, guiding Annie's hands to the bottom of her sweater and not breaking the kiss until the rising material forced her too. She dove back in before it was even clear of her eyes, groaning in arousal as Annie's hands palmed her breasts, still firm and perky and magnificent and begging to be worshipped. And Annie was only too happy to serve.

The first taste of Sinead's skin was like ambrosia, the nipple going hard in her mouth a reminder of how much she'd loved this, loved this woman and her body and the intoxicating power she had to bring it pleasure: a feeling of power she'd never had with a man, before her time with Sinead or since. She sucked and squeezed and then switched breasts, Sinead whimpering above her and moaning "Oh baby, please..." just like she had the first time Annie had finally—Annie froze. Before Sinead could ask what was wrong, the redhead's lips were kissing their way down Sinead's taut stomach and her hands were undoing her jeans, pulling them down and...

And Sinead still didn't wear underwear.

When Annie's tongue touched her, Sinead let out a groan of long-denied relief, and Annie groaned right along with her.

She still remembered the first time, weeks after they'd officially started dating when she finally got up the nerve to use her mouth on Sinead. She knew the brunette probably thought of her hesitance as part of her proclaimed heterosexuality, that she thought it was too gross or shameful or 'gay' like so many of the other straight girls the brunette had dated, but that had never been the issue for her. She'd just been scared that compared to Sinead's masterful lips and tongue, her efforts would always be lacking.

The first time she made Sinead come in her mouth, she'd realized just how wrong she was.

Sinead squealed as Annie began to lick her, letting herself drop back to the bed and spreading her thighs wide to give the ravenous redhead everything she wanted. Still shaved clean, Annie noted, nuzzling her nose against the woman's smooth mons, breathing in the smell of her skin and the smell that wasn't just her skin.

"How long has it been?" she rumbled against Sinead's tender folds, and the brunette's hips bucked.

"T...too long..."

Annie grinned. "The correct answer is: just long enough."

Sinead screamed as Annie started sucking and licking in earnest, those slender hands winding into the redhead's hair, mashing Annie's face into her sopping heat, begging for more. Even after all these years Annie still knew exactly what Sinead liked, alternating between gentle sucking and fast, sharp flicks of the tongue on her clit, and soon she could hear the bed frame creaking even over Sinead's moans.

The orgasm was a thing of wonder.

Annie had long ago come to love that feeling, to crave it, that almost religious joy of making Sinead come, of leaving the most confident person, the most talented lover, she'd ever known shaking and speechless and breathless, and she'd been denied that pleasure for far too long. She lapped and sucked, and even just held back so she could watch Sinead's perfect quim clench and flutter and gush and her perfect face gasp and cry and blush because she knew, she just knew, that Sinead hadn't come like this since that last night in their dorm room, in their bed, when Annie had thought Sinead was going to be hers forever.

Now, as Sinead looked up at her with dark, gleaming, hopeful eyes, was it really so stupid to feel like that again?

Whatever the ultimate answer was, Sinead's immediate answer was to pull her up for a kiss.

The kiss soon turned into more, Annie's ecstasy over what she'd just accomplished and the long drought that had followed her broken engagement—if she was really being honest, that had followed that rainy day in their senior year—urging her thigh into motion against Sinead's still-wet center. Sinead copied the motion even as she sat up, until Annie was practically sitting in her lap. Then, with a turn of her hip, Annie was the one on the bed. When Sinead grabbed her ankle and lifted the redhead's leg over her shoulder, Annie's eyes went wide.

The first touch of their sex-slick lips made Annie buck up against her lover's firm hips, which naturally just made the pleasure more intense. When Sinead ground down, the crush of lip and clit and juices made every inch of Annie's raw, shaking body feel as if it were on fire.

"Oh God! Oh fuck, baby please, fuck me! Fuck me!"

Sinead ground down again, and again, swollen flesh grinding together until stars were spinning over Annie's head. Even though she was empty she felt like Sinead was fucking her, really fucking her, opening her up and sliding deep inside her until she couldn't have said where one ended and the other began.

"Come, baby," Sinead breathed, and Annie did.

It wasn't the most powerful orgasm she'd ever had. That was also one Sinead had given her, at a party they'd gone to their junior year, the thrilling fear that someone might walk into the guest bedroom they'd coopted and her girlfriend's agonizing insistence on taking her to the edge again and again before finally tipping her over combining into a climax she doubted anyone would ever be able to top for sheer explosive power.

But this one, this orgasm, was the best.

When the tremors finally subsided, she couldn't move her legs. She barely reacted when Sinead collapsed on top of her, except to exhale.

"Oh God, baby, oh God..." Sinead just hummed her agreement into her ear.

Eventually, they managed to climb the rest of the way into bed, holding each other's spent, sticky, aching naked bodies and listening to the storm beat against windows. The rain, it seemed, was falling even harder than it had been in the morning.

Annie didn't mind.

Sinead moaned softly as she rolled over, pressing her face into Annie's neck, kissing softly as she nuzzled in.

"God, I'm so sorry I ever stopped doing that."

Annie chuckled, but shook her head. "I'm not." She could feel Sinead move to look at her, and she let out a contented sigh. "You were right. Back then...we were going in two different directions. We needed to grow. We needed to grow up. We needed to be the people we are now."

"The people we are now."

"Yeah. I mean...I look at you, at what you've done, and at what I've done, and I think...we're better now. We both know what we want, not just...what we're afraid of."

Sinead's head tipped up. Even in the dark, Annie could feel the brunette's eyes studying her. "What do we want?"

"A life. A real life. One that lasts. To be...to be whole."

Sinead gave a thoughtful hum. "Well, if our friendship wasn't ruined before, it sure is now."

Annie didn't laugh. "Good." She turned her head down to meet Sinead's eyes, wide and glittering in the dark. "I don't want to be your friend, Sinead."

With their chests pressed so close, Annie could actually feel as Sinead's breath caught in her throat. "I...I don't want to be your friend either, Annie."

Annie took a deep breath. Just say it, you coward. Just say it. "Sinead..."

"Annie?"

"I...all these years, everything I've been through, school, and work, and men, and everything that made me what I am today...there's still only one time I've ever been in love."

Sinead swallowed. "Me too."

Annie made a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob. "Don't just say 'Me too.'" She sat up, drew Sinead up with her until they could look straight into each other's eyes. Annie took a deep breath, like she was about to jump off the edge, because she was.

"Sinead...after all these years, everything you've been through, everything that made you what you are today...do you...do you still love—"

And suddenly, Sinead's hands were in her hair.

The kiss was like their first, except this time they were both trembling and confused and uncertain, and yet both of them knew exactly what they wanted to say.

When they pulled back they were gasping for air, not because they were out of breath but because after so long they could both finally, finally breathe again. Sinead was smiling.

"I'm sorry. What was the question?"

Answering a CL MW4M



I'll admit it, I'm homophobic. Never thought of a male in any sexual way. High school sports, college sports, showering together constantly, nothing. Then one day browsing CL, I run across an ad that makes me wonder...

"WIFE NEEDS TO BE EATEN, HUSBAND NEEDS A BJ. ARE U AVAILABLE - mw4m Title says it all, and u must swallow both of us. Please be hwp and ddf. Wife would also like a nice slow massage. Cum and suck us both off."

Now the first part is a piece of cake, or should I say hair pie. Part two challenges all my boundaries. Am I willing to cross a boundary and stretch my limits? I decide to reply, as I am anonymous and can run and hide at any time. Here is my reply- "Let me give you my stats. WM, 6'2", 210#. I could see it happen like this - I start with the woman lying face down, I knead the tops of her thighs. I work my way to her calves and then massage her feet. Probably suck her toes. Then up to the globes of her ass, where I may lay my cock at the top of her ass crack as I continue. As I start on her lower back, he presents his cock to my mouth. I continue to slowly massage her back as I slurp away. Then her back, shoulders, neck, scalp and arms, while swirling my tongue. If I haven't finished with him by then, I will get her to roll over and stroke his shaft to help him finish in my mouth. I continue by rubbing her arms extended above her head and work my way down to her shoulders and breasts. I like nipple play, but it's not totally necessary. Down her sides to the fronts of her thighs, shins and back to her feet. She should be relaxed, but not asleep. Then I will lick my way back up her legs and attack her clit. I will be groping her ass and tits and will use my fingers as allowed. 

Sound fun? Can I get your stats and when you are available?"

I check my email far too often, wondering if I will elicit a reply. Half hoping that I will get an invite, half hoping I will at least get a rejection. I'm on pins and needles for several days checking for a reply. Just as I have resigned myself to the fact I may never hear back, I get a response. They want to get together at a local hangout to see if there is any chemistry between us. She will be in a red top. No pics, no stats. They claim to be intrigued by the response they got from me. I am happy to agree to meet them for a drink and see where this goes.

I make the easy 15 mile drive up to where they want to meet. Now, since I have no idea what they look like, it's fortunate that we are about the only people in the place. I have envisioned the worst and the best. They definitely are on the upper end of the spectrum. She looks classy, shows off a lot of cleavage and dresses to impress. He is imposing, too many gold necklaces and bracelets, but good looking. I certainly want to taste her, but still worry about my first time with a man. Like I said, I still have the option to cut and run.

We spend some time together getting to know each other. Nothing too personal, might never see each other again. I start to forget we just met and begin to have an easy conversation like I would with old friends. As commonly happens, she excuses herself to use the restroom. In the meantime, we discuss the game on the TV and discover we like different teams. She returns from the restroom, puts her thong and a bottle of lube on the table and looks me in the eyes. He gives me a pat on the back and suggests I follow them home. I scoop up her gifts. I guess I will be getting to know them better.

They live a short drive away. I again ponder the opportunity to just turn and go home. My mind is a mess. I wonder if I am the 5th guy in 5 days. I wonder how many times they have done this. I wonder if I should have concerns about their personal cleanliness. Then it's too late, they turn into their garage. I park on the street in front and now warily walk up the driveway to their vehicle. 

They very cordially welcome me to their home and invite me in. I follow her in as her husband holds the door for us. I hear the garage door close behind him with a thump. They escort me into the living room, offering a glass of wine. I accept the liquid courage. Soft music is playing overhead. I take a spot on the couch, discussing how the evening will likely play out. They liked my thoughts, had some different ones, we decided to just let it play out as it might, go with the flow. We had another wine "just to finish the bottle", then we headed for the master bedroom.

They had felt my scenario was a little rushed and wanted to draw it out longer. Fine with me! I started by slowly unbuttoning his shirt, dragging my fingernails over his nipples as I removed it. Just like me, it was something that he obviously enjoyed. I removed my shirt as well. We both then turned our attention to his wife as she sat on the bed watching. We took turns with the buttons, removed her top and undid her bra. Her breasts spilled out and I discovered nipple play was definitely on the table. We each took one, sucked, licked and slurped them hard. We left them exposed in the cool air. Certainly not part of my earlier plan, but I'm not complaining.

It seemed to be his turn again, so I turned and grabbed one of his nipples with my teeth. Since "what's good for the goose is good for the gander", she quickly pinched his other one. I released his nipple, dropped to my knees and made quick work of his belt buckle, waist button and zipper, sliding his pants down. Now, like I say, I have no experience in this and no idea what to expect when I unwrap this package. It was obvious the situation had an effect on him. He was hard, tenting his boxers, right at face level. I reached and did what I would like, I stroked his cock. If it was possible, he stiffened more. I reached through the front flap, brought his cock and balls out through the opening and tentatively brought the helmet to my mouth. I licked the precum as he began to moan. I rolled his balls gently in my hand. I wanted to edge him and leave him wanting more. His wife was chewing on one nipple and pinching the other. This was turning out so much better than I could have imagined. 

Time to switch again, I left his pants puddled around his ankles. I needed to get her out of her skinny jeans. I have found this is usually a challenge. I undid the snap, she lifted her butt and I tugged. They began their descent, revealing her naked, dripping pussy. She was partially shaved, with a landing strip. I removed her sandals, slid her jeans the rest of the way off. I scooted her up the bed. It didn't seem fair to have already played with him without at least a little foreplay with her too. I stood, removed my pants and shoes and dove into her pussy. I stabbed her with my tongue, then began an assault on her clit. I slid one finger, then two up her hot hole looking for her G spot, hoping she was multi-orgasmic. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked back. He reminded me they didn't want to rush and that she was a "one and done" girl. Damn it. He had kicked his shoes and pants off, so here we were, she was naked, we were in our boxers.

She rolled over, I reached and grabbed the lube, squirted it on my hands to warm it, then started on her upper thighs. I proceeded as I had described, working my way to her feet. Sucking her toes was almost too much for her so I had to cut that short. I moved up to her ass and deep massaged it as she moaned her approval. I felt the bed move and was confronted by her now naked husband kneeling at her head in front of me. It was showtime. 

While I kneaded her lower back with the knuckles of my left hand, I grabbed his cock with my right. He wasn't too long, but was thicker than most. Remember, I have seen a lot of cocks in my sports career, but none hard. I guided it to my mouth and did what I would like, not at this point that I think that it mattered much. As I got more comfortable with his shaft in my mouth, I let go, returning both hands to the back massage. I had them both moaning at the same time. I leaned forward to reach the nape of her neck, effectively driving him deeper into my throat. Right on cue, she started to roll to her front. I sat back a little, reached out and stroked him, felt him pulse and the warm fluid fill my mouth. I held it my mouth until he quit pumping, then opened and showed it to him. One down.

I was now able to concentrate on her massage. Trying to prolong the experience was suddenly a problem. As I began to work her shoulders, she grabbed my cock. Now I did not anticipate any reciprocity and my only thought had been to honor their request. She asked me to use some lube and to be generous on her boobs. I oiled them up and started to rub it in. She fished my cock out of my boxers and slid it between her breasts. After all the stimulation, this won't take long. I looked at her husband for approval since this wasn't part of the deal. He told me to enjoy. A dozen strokes later and I was done. She rubbed it into her chest. At this point apparently the massage was over.

She grabbed my head and pushed it to her pussy. I was careful to stay off her clit or this would be over. I slipped two fingers back into her and grabbed her ass with my other hand to raise her up. She was starting to buck against my hand as I saw her husband working her tits. It was clearly time to finish this. I attacked her clit, sucking it as hard as I could while raking my tongue across it. I slid a finger into her ass. She came in a series of waves, pushing me off her with her hands. I backed off, but her husband was hard again, changed positions and hammered into her. 

I had never seen live sex before and it proved to be very exciting. So much in fact, that I was hard again and masturbated in rhythm with them. I even managed to come at the same time he did. He knew her well though, she lay there exhausted. I asked him if he wanted me to clean him up, hoping he would say no, which he did. 

I dressed and was on my way, knowing they had my contact info.



Answering a Random Post



Thanks for all the nice comments and positive votes on my previous stories "Gail and Gina and Me" and "Lauren". I've been wandering the path of sexual satisfaction for some time now and have met some nice people. I saw a post on CL that intrigued me and what follows is what happened. Enjoy.

*

It was late at night and I was horny. I figured that I would click on Literotica.com, read some hot stories, jerk off and go to bed. For some reason, I decided to peruse Craig's List first. I really don't care for Craig's List much as it is filled with frauds and crazies but there was a post that caught my eye.

"Looking for someone real - mw4m - 55

We are looking for an attractive and uninhibited bi male. We want someone who is into women as well as men, who is sensual and likes to please in all ways possible. 

We are looking for a real person - someone who is handsome, clean and attractive, someone who is not afraid to be open to new sensations.

Respond with photo and we will do the same. You won't be disappointed, that we can assure you. We are good looking, in good shape and endowed.

We are a mature couple, not looking for anyone under 35 years old, and no one over 60 years of age."

I responded with a short and brief letter. I added a few recent pictures of me including a penis shot -- one that showed me erect. I also added links to my online stories. I sent it out and hoped for the best.

The next day, I had a response. Didi and Ken sent me a nice letter telling me how much they liked my stories and my pictures. They sent a few pictures that instantly turned me on. They were both just as advertised -- good looking, in good shape and yes, endowed. Both were shaved, too. The pictures showed them lounging in their bed, in their pool and on a beach blanket. Didi was a blond with a runner's body. Her breasts were firm and proud. Ken's dick appeared to be a handful and a half. They lived only a few miles away and they gave their phone number.

I called immediately and spoke to Didi. She seemed very pleased to hear from me and suggested we meet first in town for a drink. I agreed and we set a date for the upcoming weekend.

On the appointed day, I showered, trimmed my beard and moustache, dressed nicely and headed for the waterside bar. I arrived a little early and waited at the bar sipping a cognac. I knew them the moment they entered and smiled as they approached. Didi leaned into me and gave me a soft kiss which I politely returned. Ken had a firm handshake. As I had seated myself at the end of the bar where it was a bit more private, we had an opportunity to talk and be heard. The bar was filling up and the noise level was rising.

They liked my Literotica stories and asked me questions about some of the details. They told me that they, too, had only recently decided to explore their fantasies and had become quite pleased with the results. They then explained that another woman would be joining us at the bar. This was a pleasant surprise and one that lit me up even more. I laughed when they asked if I minded. Ken discreetly moved his hand over my package and smiled.

"I knew you wouldn't mind. She's good people. Didi and I have had several meetings with her. Here, Didi, feel this."

Didi moved up to me and ran her palm around my crotch. She licked her lips. I looked down into her cleavage and was rewarded with a lovely view.

"Am I too late? Have you guys started already?"

It was Sheila, our other partier. Where Didi was about 5' 2" or so, Sheila was taller by a few inches. She, too, had a trim runner's body but with more curves and fuller breasts. Her long black hair framed a drop-dead gorgeous face. I figured her to be around 40 years old.

"Let's take our drinks out onto the deck. It is so beautiful out tonight."

Out on the deck, we stood at the rail and looked out on the quiet harbor. I pointed to a beautiful yacht, lit and sitting at the end of the dock. I commented as to what a cool boat it was and I estimated its length at 75 feet.

"You have a good eye," said Ken, "she's actually 80 feet and she belongs to us. In fact, why don't we head down to here and I'll give you a tour."

Wow, was I impressed. What a boat! Ken went over to the bartender and signed for the drinks, gave him a friendly wave and we began to walk down to the marina. As we walked, he told me about the boat.

"We bought her two years ago at a boat show in Fort Lauderdale. We fell in love with her immediately and it was no problem moving up from our Hatteras. She's a custom-made Ferretti that had less than 300 miles on her and was in foreclosure. She was a steal."

Some steal, I thought. This is a $2,000,000 boat! As we walked I learned that they had owned three boats in fifteen years, that he and Didi were able sea people and that they handled the boat together but sometimes, on long trips or with large parties, they brought on crew. I told Ken that I, too, knew my way around boats however nothing larger than 42 footers. As we got closer, the boat looked grander and more beautiful. She was in perfect condition, all sleek and modern with large wrap-around windows.

"We just brought her up from the Bahamas about two weeks ago and we getting her ready for the summer up here. We take her to Block Island, Nantucket and Martha's Vineyard...sometimes to Foxwoods or Atlantic City. Mostly, I just like to anchor her and fall asleep. There's nothing better than sleeping on the water."

I had to agree and as we boarded her, I could see why they loved her so.

"What a beautiful, comfortable boat," my words came out in breathy admiration.

The salon was huge and well appointed. A long bar stretched along the starboard side opening into a large room with a huge sofa and two large stuffed chairs. There was a flat-screen TV that rose from a well at the end of the bar. There was a large galley forward with dining room seating for eight. The cockpit was softly lit with the latest Raymarine navigational gear, its maps aglow.

"Come on, let's take her out."

I jumped down to the dock and handled the lines as they walked up to the bridge level. When I got up there, I was amazed as this level was something else again. While Ken started her up, Didi refilled our drinks from the bar located just behind the controls. There was also a built in barbeque, a refrigerator and a sink, all covered in light marble. The bridge was long, reaching aft with plenty of lounging space and ending in a large hot tub. Didi turned on the jets as I moved up next to Ken.

"I love this boat. She's a breeze to handle. Still, I wish she had one of those Penta joystick jobbies they're using these days."

"Just another thing to break down," I said and we laughed, nodding in agreement.

"How fast will she go?"

"She cruises at about 20 but I've pushed her to nearly 30. She's got a pair of Cat diesels that hum."

He was right about that. This boat was quiet.

We moved out of the harbor into the Sound. After a half hour, Ken suggested that this was good anchorage as it was only 100 yards offshore where the land curved up to create a windshield even though there was no wind to speak of and the temperature was in the upper 70's. Ken dropped the anchor and shut the engines down.

"Let's party!" he said, pulling a joint from his pocket and refilling our drinks.

We turned to the hot tub where Didi and Sheila were locked in a deep kiss.

"Now, this is living."

Ken doffed his clothes and hopped into the tub. I did the same and with my drink in one hand and the joint between my lips, I hopped into the tub and drew myself up to the others. In a four way hug, we passed the joint around and giggled like little kids. 

The cognac, the joint and the hot bubbling water all seemed to kick in at the same time and I pulled away from the group, closed my eyes, stretched out and groaned. I was somewhere very close to heaven.

"How come everybody always seems to do that?," said Didi, "I think I've heard that groan a few times before."

"I'm feeling no pain," I said, "plus I have a jet tickling my balls."

That brought laughter. For a while, I just lay there in ecstasy as I watched the three of them sharing the joint, kissing and feeling each other up. Sheila took the remaining bit of the joint and waded over to me.

"Here," she cooed, "finish this off before we finish you off."

She placed the joint between my lips as her hand caressed my dick. I pulled her close and exhaled the sweet smoke into her mouth. Then we began to kiss. Her tongue snaked between my lips as I pulled her large breasts against my chest. We finished the joint and dropped it into an ashtray. I placed my hands on her butt and pulled her between my legs. Her body slid up and back against my hard cock as kneaded her cheeks. I felt another hand join me and I looked up to see Didi slid next to us and joined our kiss. Three tongues mixed as soft sounds emanated. A few moments later, I felt Ken on the other side and suddenly, four mouths were together. I could feel his cock sliding on my thigh. This was good...very good. My arms encircled all of them and pulled them all closer.

Sheila leaned back and slid higher. She lifted her large breasts and offered them to us. Three mouths began to lick and suckle them. Her nipple was hard and supple as I nibbled on it. Her pussy was sliding up and down my cock. I felt a hand under my balls. I felt another hand under my cock and pushing it up against Sheila's crack. I reached out and place my hand in Didi's pussy, palming it and reaching my fingers toward her rear pucker. She slid closer so I could get more of it.

My other hand was wrapped around Ken's very large dick. Slowly stroking it, I realized it had to be 8 or 9 inches. The head filled my palm. I open my eyes and watched Sheila and Didi kiss. This was great.

After a few minutes, Ken pulled away and rose out of the tub. I could see his bat swinging between his legs and considered how it might feel between my lips.

"Time for a little break, I think, "he said.

"Good idea," I said.

I disentangled myself and moved to the side.

"I with you," said Sheila.

We all sat on the curved banquette and sipped our drinks before Ken suggested that we move the party. We followed in a naked parade as Didi took us into the salon. Through the salon and down the curved stairway, we laughed and jokked about the size of Ken's dick. Down on the lower deck were the staterooms. At the base of the steps was a small lounge with large side hull windows. Aft were two staterooms but we headed forward where the master stateroom was located.

Again, my eyes rolled as I viewed the large king-sized bed with deep teak paneling. Cabinets and wardrobes lined the room. There was as alcove to port with an office. Another large flat-screen hung on the wall facing the bed.

"I have to pee," said Didi. "Who else has to go?"

I nodded as Didi pulled me into the head. And what a head it was. There was a large Jacuzzi to port with a large hull window above it. A large walk-in shower was on the starboard side and the toilet sat next to twin sinks encased in marble. Mirrors lined the opposite wall. Didi sat down and began to pee. She took my cock in her hand and pulled it into her mouth for a few licks. Then she wiped herself and flushed. Of course, these were touch-flush marine heads. They would have to be, wouldn't they? I took her place at the toilet and began to pee; she stood behind me and wrapped her hands around my dick as I emptied it. I shook it, wiped it and flushed. I loved this toilet.

We walked back into the stateroom where Sheila had her foot on a stool as Ken, on his knees, lapped her pussy. Didi walked over to the small wet bar and asked if anyone wanted a refill. At the bar, I started drinking VSOP, now I was drinking XO. She reached into a drawer and lit another joint. She pushed me onto the bed as we smoked, drank and watched until Sheila let out a couple of shudders and came.

"Mmmm, that was delicious," she said.

"Yes, I agree," said Ken, "Hey, let me have some of that."

He took the joint as they sprawled out next to me. The four of us talked for a while. We hit a whole range of topics from the price of gas, to the worsening economy, the war, to the upcoming election and finally back to sex. The pot and the booze really loosened our tongues. Suddenly, Didi crawled over to me, sat up and threw one leg over my head.

"Let's see if your mouth is tired, okay?"

And she sat down on my face. I inhaled her sweet pussy and I began to lick and slurp my way in, out and around. I held her butt cheeks in my hands and began to lick around her butt. I slid my tongue up into her ass and she cooed and wiggled. She began to ride my tongue letting it slip up and back. While I was working on her ass, I felt Sheila's tits on my chest and I knew that Sheila was licking Didi's pussy. Didi started to hump and shiver, I knew her orgasm was coming. Her ass began to squeeze and contract and I took a finger and pushed it in. Her pussy began to gush and drip its honey over me. She yelped a couple of times and then unleashed a long satisfied moan. As she began to calm, I pulled out my finger and slowly licked and sucked her rosebud.

Sheila was now sucking on my nipples. I reached around Didi and tweaked Sheila's nipples in time with her nibbling. If she bit me, I pinched her. If she licked me, I stroked her. Sheila seemed to love it. Didi was still on my face but had slid back so I could suck on her labia and her clit. She tasted wonderful. A pair of lips now wrapped around my dick and I knew that Ken was doing me. And was he ever. His hands rubbed my balls, tickled my ass and pushed me up into his face.

Didi rolled off me and Sheila scooted around so that her warm pussy was now running along my nose and my lips. She smelled muskier than Didi and her pussy was larger and meatier. I was nearly chewing on them.

I felt my cum rising and I began to buck my hips. As it rose up, I arched my back and began to shoot ropes of cum into Ken's throat. I couldn't stop. He was like a vacuum cleaner. Finally I dropped back down on the bed. Just then, I felt Sheila start to cum and within a moment, my face was flooded again with thicker honey. Sheila's hands were squeezing my arms and I felt her nails dig in until her orgasm ended. And then she collapsed on me.

We lay for a few minutes. I was delighted to just lay there and smell Sheila's sweet cunt when Didi cleared her throat and asked if someone would help her.

Sheila rolled off me and I saw that Didi was riding Ken's cock. She had a delirious look on her face as his large sausage filled her. I asked where she wanted me.

"Come over here and suck on his balls, he likes that."

And so I did. As Didi rocked up and down, I could see his cock stretch and fill her. Sheila was next to her and they were kissing. Sheila had Didi's clit between her fingers strumming it. I made busy rolling Ken's balls in my mouth. My hands held them as I buried my face in his sack.

"I'm cumming, baby, I'm cumming."

He began to shoot into her and as it filled her, it began to drip down and around his balls. Didi began to shake again and I began to taste and smell their combined juices. I watched as her lips and her clit seemed to throb. She got off him and aimed his bulbous head at me to clean him off. I took it and even as it softened, it filled my face. It sure did taste good as the combination of his white cum and her sweet liqueur tickled my taste buds.

We lay intertwined and fell asleep for some time as the boat slowly rocked in the calm water. I awoke feeling a hand stroking me. Sheila lay next to me, softly running her hand along my body. Ken and Didi were out cold. I was amazed that I had not woken from Ken's healthy snoring. I wrapped myself around Sheila and we began to kiss. She was a wonderful kisser and we were quite happy as we swapped spit.

"Come with me," she whispered.

I followed upstairs to the salon. She stopped in the galley and poured two glasses of juice. She took my hand and we sat on the rear deck, drinking our juice and smoking a joint. It was magical, sitting naked in the dark under the stars. The sea air chilled us and I wrapped myself around her. We made slow and quiet love out there. I must say that it was about as good as it gets. When I entered her, we seemed to respond to each other as naturally as I have ever known. Her vagina felt like it was custom-made for me. And we came together, too. In all my life, I have to say that our sex on that deck was truly superb -- a quality 10.

Afterwards, we crept back downstairs and fell asleep in each other's arms. I don't know that I had ever slept that well.

The next day was just as good as the night that preceded it. No one ever got dressed. Sex took place all over the boat. Lunch was especially fun as we smeared fruit and whipped cream over each other. And, it turned out that Sheila was a masseuse! What a bonus!

That evening, we returned to the marina for a fabulous steak and lobster dinner prepared on board by a local chef. The wine and the laughter flowed freely. It was truly a great trip.

Sheila and I really hit it off and we've been seeing each other steadily for the last few months. We are both crazy for each other. Our sex is always wonderful as is everything else, we really enjoy and appreciate each other. I even think we're in love although we haven't said that word yet. I do know that we are very happy with each other and we've discussed moving in together. We've seen Ken and Didi a few times since and we plan a trip to Foxwoods next weekend.

And all because I responded to a Craig's List post.

If you like my memoirs please leave a comment. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it.



Answering An Ad



The ad read, "Wanted! An uninhibited male to help satisfy my wife." I had read the ad with some skepticism. But answer it I did. The next three weeks were filled with e-mail notes back and forth. They were a middle aged Black couple. She had the hots for more than he could give her. She was into almost anything; he was more straight-laced and conservative. When they finally sent the pictures, I was floored. She was knockout, drag down gorgeous. He was just your average run of the mill Joe. That settled it, I was going to get a piece of that. We set up our first contact. It took place in a bar not far from town. They didn't want neighbors in their business. He did most of the talking; she was just there for decoration and to keep my interest. She kept my interest all right! I was hard from the moment I saw her. She wore a plain long skirt. You know the kind that hangs about 2 inches above the floor. The cowboy shirt that went with it only accented her figure, which was to say the least, very impressive. She had about a 44 chest, her waist slimed nicely and her ass; well she had the kind of ass that you wouldn't mind if she said 'kiss it'.

Their names were Mark and Jennie. They owned their own business. I wasn't surprised to learn that she ran the business and he kept the books. Even though she said little, she had an air about her. There was a no nonsense attitude that she wore like armor. But at the table, she just smiled. She had one of the prettiest smiles with the whitest teeth. You could get lost in her smile and I almost did. I brought my mind out of the clouds and back to the conversation. Mark was saying, "we love each other very much. It was only because of the respect and dignity that your letters conveyed that we answered. You can imagine some of the replies we got?" I smiled at him. Oh yes I can only imagine. Finding fun online can be a long, dull, frustrating task. Even when you think you've found someone, you are still careful and wary. Thus, we were having this first contact meeting. "I know what you mean. Most people that reply have no respect for themselves. Just from the way they respond, you know that you wouldn't want them to touch your dog, let alone touch your spouse or mate. So tell me, how long have you and Jennie been doing things like this?" This time Jennie piped in. 

"Oh you're the second person we've met. The first guy sounded like a dream. But on meeting him, everything seemed wrong. He said things to contradict the things he first said. And after a couple of drinks, he became loud and his language became abusive and crude. We wrote him and said that he didn't fit what we were looking for. His reply could have melted our printer it was so abusive. By the way Leon, how do you feel about BI males?" This question caught me off guard. I had never been with a man sexually. Sure during an orgy, I've had men suck my dick and I even sucked theirs but that was as far as it ever went. I looked at the two of them. The looks on their faces let me know this was a crucial question. I looked at them both. "I've been oral with other men. That's as far as I want to take it." They smiled at each other. I guess I passed their test.

We seemed to hit it off and upon leaving, we promised to write and say what we felt about each other. Their reply came that night. Jennie kept saying how things felt so right. Even Mark couldn't say enough about how relaxed and confident he felt about our meeting. I replied that they sounded and acted even more genuine than they had first appeared in writing. We set a date to spend the next weekend at their home. Upon arriving, I could only gaze at my surroundings. Their house was nestled back up in the woods. Oh no, it wasn't a shack, it was right out of one of those picture magazines. Everything was in its proper place. The lawn was trimmed to perfection, the trees seemed to have been placed there for my viewing pleasure. Mark greeted me with a drink in one hand. As he handed me my drink, he took my bag. "Jennie's out back, we're barbecuing tonight." Mark disappeared into the house and I walked around the house to the back. They had an above ground pool with a wooden deck. But this was not your ordinary pool. This one was the one that you see in the book. But what really set off the look was Jennie. She was lounging in a wicker chaise lounge. She had on the skimpiest bikini I had ever seen. The top covered only her nipples, and the bottom consisted of two strings. One split her thick pussy lips, the other rode up the crack of her ass. I stopped dead still. Unable to speak and afraid to breath. This had to be a dream.

Jennie lifted her head and smiled at me. Then she called out to Mark. "I win darling. I told you when he saw me in this; he would loose the ability to speak. Leon! Don't just stand there with your mouth hanging open. I'm sure that you have seen a Nubian Queen before?" As she said this, she let her hands rub down her body. She gave her tits a nice squeeze, then let her hands travel down to her thighs. She was looking directly at me as they slipped between those mahogany pillars and rubbed both pouting lips. I took a gulp of my drink. Then I knelt down on one knee. "My Queen, I humble myself in your presence." This caused her to burst out laughing. Even Mark shouted, "damn! That Brother has class." Jennie stood up from her chair and after watching her walk towards me, I was glad I stood so far away. It was hard to stop my dick from rising. She slid her arms around me and kissed me. Her kiss was soft, sensuous and made you want to melt into her. Her hand reached down and squeezed my hard dick. "I see you brought the only luggage I want to wear this weekend. I let myself be drawn into the kiss and my hands slid down her back and caressed her sweet ass. Her skin was as smooth and velvety as possible. I could have rubbed her all night. But of course I wanted to do more to her.

I sat down with her and we chatted while Mark fiddled with the grill. They made sure that my glass stayed refreshed. After dinner, which was some of the best char-grilled chicken I have ever had, we sat having more drinks. Mark explained that their property was surrounded with an elaborate security system. Since he traveled at times and Jennie was here by herself, he had one put in. It warned of and intruder from as far as a mile away. Jennie looked at me and said, "I often sun bath nude. It wouldn't do for someone to come upon me unexpectedly." I laughed. "Jennie, if they came upon you in the nude, their cum would be anything but unexpected." She laughed. The quiet of the evening echoed the ringing of her laughter. "Leon. When you came in, you kissed one pair of lips and completely ignored the other pair. I think they would like a proper greeting too." I shot a glance at Mark. He smiled and raised his glass. I got up and went to the lounge she reclined upon. "My queen, I have been neglectful. Please forgive me!" With that, I bent and my lips kissed her thighs. Her laughter stopped as my lips kissed her pussy lips. She raised her knees and slid down into the chair some more. My tongue licked both lips than ran along the coarse material. I found her clit and let my tongue wash back and forth on it. Her soft cooing let me know she was enjoying it.

I waited until I felt the stirring of her climax before I stopped. She groaned in protest. Then she straightened up and laughed. "If I were a queen and you stopped like that, I would have your balls slave." I took my finger and slid it past the string into her pussy. She shifted her hips and it slid in completely. I pulled it out and as she watched, I sucked it clean. "Jennie. If your were a queen and I were a slave, I wouldn't have stopped until you did have my balls." Mark shouted "touché." I was standing now, my hardon evident as it pressed hard against the inside of my pants. Jennie reached up and unzipped my fly. My dick poked out and Jennie was quick to capture it in her mouth. In one slow suck, she had it buried to the back of her throat. I felt her throat muscles working on the head. I knew that if I didn't stop her, I would cum fast. I pulled my dick free. "I hope you don't intend to tease me like this all weekend?" I smiled at her and took a gulp from my glass. "No my queen, just part of it." She called to Mark. "Come here my darling. I know that watching has you hard also." Mark came toward her and his hardon was as noticeable as mine had been. Jennie showed no hesitation as she unzipped his pants. Being more used to her services; Mark held her head as he fucked her mouth. He watched me to get my reaction. I smiled at him and raised my glass in salute. I also had time to check out his equipment. He was built along the same size and width as I was. Then he pulled it from her also.

We decided to retire to the warmth of the house. We went down into the den. Mark took a key from his pocket and unlocked a panel in the wall. When he slid it back I saw just about every type of sex toy there was. There was everything from tiny tit clamps to enema bottles. With just about one of everything else in between. "This is our treasure chest. I have collected every type of pleasure/pain device I can think of. And Jennie has used just about every one of them." Jennie's arms slid around me. I felt her hands as she rubbed my nipples. "Would you like to tie me up and whip me till I scream? Or just restrain me and use me like a whore?" I let my eyes travel over the assortment of instruments. I looked at Mark and he seemed to be a part of things, but apart from them. Jennie had unzipped my pants and had my dick out. She was stroking it as it began to grow. I called Mark over to us. He stood before me. We looked into each other's face. There was a longing in his eyes. I smiled as I took his hand and placed it on my dick. His eyes grew brighter as his smile grew wider. I could feel Jennie behind me as she snuggled closer. Mark was BI-sexual. Jennie could have gotten many men but unless they included Mark, they would have just been there to fuck her. That was the reason for their question at our first meeting. Mark stared into my eyes. He never had to ask the question. I reached up and cupped him behind the head. I pulled him down a bit and he knelt down on his knees. He looked up at us. Jennie was breathing hard in my ear. She held my dick out straight directing the head to his open lips.

I slowly brought Marks mouth closer and closer. As his lips closed over the head of my dick, Jennie moaned in my ear. I held Mark's head steady as Jennie stroked my throbbing dick with her hand. "Thank you," she whispered in my ear. I turned my head and our lips met. Her kiss was full of passion. I felt her hands as she rubbed both my dick and Mark's lips. I let Mark enjoy himself. Hell, he was sucking my dick so well; I was enjoying myself to. I felt Jennie move away from me. She came around me and got down on the floor with Mark. She knelt beside him and put her arm around his shoulder. I watched as she bent her head close to his. Her tongue licked out and touched my shaft. Mark lifted his head up and Jennie took his place. Her mouth was just as hot and wet as his had been. He began to undress her. Then they switched and he was again sucking my dick as she began to undress him. Back and forth they went as they undressed each other. By the time they were both naked, I was ready to scream. Jennie turned to Mark and they embraced. "I knew he was the right one," she said as Mark mounted her. He pushed her legs back. I grabbed Jennie's ankles and held them high. Mark positioned himself, bracing his weight on his hands as she guided his dick to her hole. With a lunge, he sank it to the hilt. Jennie grunted as he began to pound into her. "Oh Mark! Yes Mark! Damn Mark! Oh Mark! Oh Mark! Ohhhhh!" Mark rode her until she came. From the way the two of them went at it, I gathered that this was not the way he normally fucked her. Mark pulled out and his dick was covered with her cum. she sat up and he grabbed her hair. I watched as she sucked him clean.

Jennie got up off the floor and came towards me. I don't know what she expected but when I grabbed her and kissed her, she seemed shocked. When the kiss broke, she was smiling like a cat. "Oh Leon. That's the hardest Mark has fucked me in so long. I almost forgot how long he is." I looked at Mark for the first time. He was about 10 inches long. I could only imagine how deep he was into her. "I have to take a shower. You guys care to join me?" I knew that they had a big tub. Jennie had showed me around the house earlier. The three of us went into the bedroom and the two of them undressed me. We got into the shower and washed each other. Mark almost came again as I washed and fondled his dick and balls. While I was washing Jennie, she put one of her legs up on the rim of the tub. I washed her pussy good, then took the shower massager and directed the pulsing action directly up into her pussy. I kept it there, pulsing in her clit until she began to tremble. Mark stood behind Jennie and began to pinch and pull her nipples. I was down on my knees as I did this. When Jennie moved away to rinse off, Mark stood there not knowing what to do next. I took the shower hose and turned the water down. I directed the softer pulse on his dick and balls. Mark closed his eyes and relished the feeling. Since I was so close, I decided to give him a special treat. I closed my lips over his bloated cock. When he opened his eyes and realized it was I, he began to tremble hard. I have had so many women suck my dick; I knew instinctively what a man wants when his dick is in a hot mouth. I let my tongue lick and rub over the sensitive head. Then as I took more and more in my mouth, I let my tongue tease the underside of his shaft. I waited until I felt him getting ready to shot his load. Then I took my mouth off and watched his frustration. I turned to look at Jennie and she was watching us. She was watching us as she worked the handle of her shower brush up into her cunt.

After the shower we went back down to the den. Mark was like another person. "What shall we do to the queen?" He looked at me as he asked. I smiled. "I say we pay her back for all the times she forced us to please her. Then whipped us for not doing it right." I went to the treasure chest and took down a 3ft bar that had restraints on each end. We put these on her wrist. Taking down another bar, this one 4ft, we attached it to her ankles. Then we laid her on the couch. This couch was more like a lounge chair only padded. The bars were secured with little hooks Mark lifted from beneath the couch. I sat on one side and Mark on the other. We each took a tit in our mouth and began to suck and lick. Mark got up and came back with two vibrators in his hand. He handed me one. As we touched her body, we played the vibrators over her. We would bring Jennie close to cumming, but not let her cum. Each time we judged her about to cum, we would stop and talk to each other. Then we knelt between her legs and took turns licking her slit. From the bottom to the top, one of us would lick then stop and let the other one lick. After awhile we had Jennie to the point of begging for release. When we didn't give it to her, she cursed us and called us names. "You don't need me. You two faggots can fuck each other. Mark you bastard. I'll make you pay later." Mark and I took poses like drag queens and minced around the room. I switched my way over to the panel and took down the short whip. I also took down the blue ball gag that hung on a hook. I walked over to Jennie and despite her struggles, placed the ball gag in her mouth and secured it. I then stood by her letting the strands of the whip brush her stomach. Since we were playing the role of queen and slaves, I decided to extend it further.

"My Nubian Queen! Remember when we failed to satisfy your insatiable lust? Remember how you had us whipped as you sat and laughed at our cries? Well now it is us who are in command. And you have failed to satisfy our lust for vengeance." Mark looked at me with some concern. "Don't worry Mark, I know how to handle one of these" I said as I hefted the whip. I let it brush against Jennie's pussy as I talked. Then I snapped it lightly to gauge proper distance. The idea was not to hurt Jennie, just make it sting. I flicked the whip and the thongs brushed her nipples. Her eyes grew wide as she looked at Mark. I snapped the whip again and this time, it caressed her pussy. She jumped at its touch. Her eyes pleaded with Mark to stop me. "Are you sure you're not hurting her?" I told Mark to stand still and flicked the whip at his arm. It barely touched him but he did feel its sting. "I can do that all day and never break the skin. Oh it'll sting and hurt but won't do any permanent damage." I reached down and stuck my finger up into Jennie's wet cunt. "Beside, I intend to spend the rest of the weekend fucking this sweet pussy. I'd be a fool to put it out of commission the first night." I started whipping Jennie again. I went from her pussy to her tits and back to her pussy. Back and forth, over and over I whipped her. After about 3 minutes, which must have seemed like and eternity to Jennie, I stopped. "Now my queen, are you ready to serve and obey?" Jennie nodded her head vigorously. "Remove her gag so we may hear her words." Mark removed the gag and Jennie moved her tongue around to get moisture back into her mouth. "Fuck me Mark. Please fuck me." I saw Mark's dick jump. We had denied Jennie her satisfaction so long she would do anything now.

Getting into the role he was playing, Mark looked at her. "Oh my sweet queen, you don't seem so powerful now. Your armies can do nothing to help you. There are no servants to kneel at your feet and suck your royal pussy." With that, he pinched her nipples hard. Jennie moaned at the pain. Then he crawled up onto the lounge. He began to fuck Jennie. He did it slow and pulled his dick out at the first sign that she was getting into it. By his forth attempt, she was crying and spitting at him. "You fucking bastard. Don't do this to me. If you love me, make me cum. please Mark. Oh please." She turned to me. "Leon you monster, don't do this to me! I'll do what ever the two of you tell me to do. Just let me cum. I'm going out of my mind." I looked at Mark. "Shall we go up stairs and make some sandwiches? I'm feeling hungry again." Mark looked concerned. He had never seen Jennie like this before. I could tell he was ready to cave in to her pressure. "Fuck her Mark. Give her the satisfaction she's begging for." Mark jumped between Jennie's legs and began to fuck her with renewed passion. She was screaming and crying as he shoved his dick in again and again. Then she came. It was a long drawn out scream. Her body convulsed again and again. Mark also shouted out his own climax. Then she collapsed and lay still. Mark got up and was about to remove her restraints. "Leave them on. Let her know what a slave feels like." I grabbed Mark and pulled him toward the stairs. We went upstairs and closed the door. I opened it a crack and we heard Jennie calling out to us. "I have to go to the bathroom. Please let me loose. Mark! Mark! Leon! Oh please let me loose. I have to pee real bad." Not wanting to distress Mark more than he already was, I motioned for him to go and release her. I went and made a drink, then sat down at the kitchen table.

When they came upstairs, Jennie looked at me and shook her head. "You are some piece of work." I looked up at her and smiled. "From the sounds of your screams as you came, you enjoyed it." I went back to sipping my drink. Mark sat down at the table and looked from Jennie to me. "How can you be so soft and warm one moment, then so cold the next. You come off as a man who enjoys pleasing his partners. But then you get into a role and you immerse yourself in it. You enjoyed giving me pain." I looked from Jennie to Mark. "You asked for a partner who could enhance the lovemaking between the two of you. I answered your ad. I didn't do anything more than what you wanted." I looked at Mark. "You're BI-sexual, and yet you refuse to confront your sexuality with your wife." I let my hand cup his face. "Did you enjoy having my dick in your mouth. Was it better for you when I took your dick in my mouth? Was it that much better than what your wife does because I'm a man? When I do fuck your ass, and you know I will, will you want Jennie in the room to watch how much you enjoy it? I know the type of man I am. I enjoy sex how I enjoy it and I'm not ashamed. Can the two of you look each other in the eye and admit you enjoy it too?" I had given them a lot to think about. I picked up my drink and went into the den. I turned on some music and sat listening to it.




Answering an Ad



He stands in the doorway for a moment, looking at me with a lopsided grin that I'm not sure what to do with. He's handsome enough, a day of stubble, broad shoulders, perhaps ten years older than I am. He stands aside and motions for me to come in. 

"I just got out of work, you showed up a little quicker than I thought," he says.

"Cool," I say. It's the only word I can work out of my suddenly dry mouth. I experience a moment of doubt for the hundredth time in the last hour. I push it aside. I've wanted this for far too long to back out now. 

"Not much of a talker," he observes.

"Sorry, I'm uh..."

"It's okay," he says "If you're nervous I get it. If you're not sure about this I won't get mad or anything, and you know how to get a hold of me."

"No, I'm sure," I say, making myself believe it as much as him. 

"Alright then," he says. I hear the short, unmistakable zipping sound and when I look down I see the drooping length of his cock poking out of the flaps of his pants. 

I have seen one other man's penis in my life, and that was just my father in the shower. It was nothing like this, there was no intent, no purpose to it. So while it was not the first penis other than my own I had ever seen, it was the only one I have ever looked at with lust. Any residual doubt melts away as I feel his hand on my shoulder, guiding me gently downward to my knees. 

The picture had been nice, this was nicer. His pubic hair was cut short, the skin smooth and inviting. One long vein ran down the top of the shaft, ending at the silky mushroom of his head. It began to lengthen and stretch, lifting slightly against the pull of gravity. 

"Do you want it?" he asks.

"Yes," I say. He pushes his hips forward until the tip just barely touches my upper lip. I can smell his soap and feel a growing heat come off of it as blood floods the engorging member. 

"Show me."

I open my mouth, leading with my tongue until I feel the weight of his cock resting on it. I flick once, tasting his flesh, and then slide my neck forward, wrapping my lips tight around his shaft. Now he is completely erect, filling my mouth to the point I almost can't handle. But it's wonderful. A low, throaty sigh escapes me as I pull back and push forward again. His hand slips down under my chin and he forces my head up slightly so that our gazes meet. Then he pulls out of me with a soft, wet, popping sound.

"Stand up," he says. 

I obey. He pulls my shift off and unsnaps my pants. My cock is like an overeager jack in the box, popping out of my shorts as he tugs them down. He steps out of his own pants and grinds his hips against mine. My lust beats through me like a drum as he pushes me against the door and grinds into me again. He buries his face in my neck, not kissing it but I can feel his breath hot and heavy and it sends a shiver through me. His hands find my ass and squeeze, pressing our erections even tighter together. I cradle his balls and he lets out an appreciative grunt. 

"Let's go to the bedroom before I blow my load on you right here," he says. I wouldn't mind if he did but I follow him anyway. In the bedroom he sits on the edge of the bed and I assume my place between his legs, on my knees, my face nuzzled against his scrotum until I begin tracing the length of his shaft with my tongue. When I reach the tip I let him into my mouth and swallow every inch of him I can manage. I taste salty pre-cum and his moans fill the room. 

"Work it like a good little cocksucker," he whispers. I take hold of his balls in one hand and his shaft in the other, stroking him with my mouth as I jerk him off. He presses his hips forward, arching his back and letting out a deep sigh of pleasure. "That's good."

He pulls me up onto the bed and flips us so that I'm now under him. His wet cock is pressed against mine and he grinds it into me. He grabs my legs under my knees and lifts my ass into the air. In a moment of panic I fear he's about to fuck me but instead he lowers his head and I feel the very new sensation of a tongue on my asshole. I tense up, but then relax. It feels better than I would have expected. 

I close my eyes and suddenly without warning I feel the warm wetness of his mouth close over my cock. He swallows me whole, down to my balls where his tongue flicks out and licks gently. I can't help the gasp of sheer ecstasy that hisses out of me as he begins to suck me off with eager abandon. Without stopping for an instant he begins to shift until his hips are at my head and he lies down on his side, rolling me with him. I know what to do. 

Our hands, our mouths, our cocks, our balls; moaning, thrusting, fucking, sucking. There is nothing but lust and need and that beautiful erection buried in my face. Our cries are muffled but frantic and as I can feel my orgasm approaching it increases my own pace until at last he explodes in my mouth. A hot stream of cum gushes into me as I unleash my own into him. We swallow each other, every last drop. Even as I feel his pulsing cock shrinking in my mouth I'm reluctant to let it go, but finally I do and we both roll onto our backs. 

A long moment of silence, and then "Are you sure that was your first time?" 

"Yeah, I'm sure," I say. 

"Fuck," he says. "Did you like it?"

"What do you think?" I say.

"We should do this again," he says.

"I'm sure we will." 

I swing my legs out of bed; they are still quivering from the orgasm. I head into the living room and begin pulling on my clothes. It's not until I'm done that I look back and see him standing there, still naked, that lopsided grin back on his face. 

"You know how to get a hold of me," he says as I open the door.

"Yeah," I say, and head out to my car.



Answering An Ad



Mark was the first to enter the room. He sat and looked at me. "Do you always do this?" I was angry. I don't know whether it was at them or myself. I had come for a weekend of sex and didn't know what I had let this weekend turn into. I turned on him with my anger. "Do what?"

"Make people look at themselves? Most people don't want to admit who they are. The hardest thing sometimes, is to look at yourself in the mirror." I gulped my drink down and even though I wanted to throw my glass at the wall, I set it down gently. "Mark, I'm sorry. I have no right to put my feelings on others. Maybe it would be better if I left."

"Oh you want to run now?" I turned to look at Jennie. Her eyes were red. It was obvious she had been crying. "You make people feel like shit, then you run home?" I looked down at my drink. "It was not my intention to make anyone feel like shit. I see things as they are." I looked up at the two of them as Jennie stood next to Mark. "Jennie, you are a very sexy and desirable woman. Mark, you are a loving and giving man. The two of you love each other. That's obvious. But Jennie, Mark likes some things that you can't give him. And he feels guilty letting you know how much he enjoys it. Mark, Jennie would do anything to please you. Don't be afraid to talk to her." I got up and went into the bedroom to get my things. I looked at Jennie and Mark as they stood in the doorway. Jennie still naked, looking so delicious. Mark, his dick now soft but still looking potent. They came towards me. "Don't leave. We still have the rest of the weekend to go." It was Jennie who said it but I could see the lust in Mark's eyes also. Mark reached out and took my hand. "This time we make love as ourselves."

I felt the two of them undressing me. This time, there was something different in their smile. I wasn't about to stop them. This could turn very interesting. Mark pushed me back on the bed. I felt his mouth close over mine. He kissed me with the same passion that Jennie had kissed me earlier. I kissed him back just a hard. "Fuck me," he whispered in my ear. I rolled him over on his stomach. I reached down into my bag and pulled out a condom. Jennie came back inside as I was positioning Mark on his knees. She had one of her vibrating dildos in her hand. She sat on the bed and turned it on. As she played it over Mark's body, I pulled his cheeks apart. Grabbing the Vaseline, I smeared it over the head of my dick. Jennie kissed Mark as I pushed my dick in him. He was tight. Tighter than most women's asses are. I heard him moan into her mouth. As they kissed deeply, I began to fuck Mark's ass. Jennie's eyes shown with the lust she was feeling. The dildo went to her pussy. "Fuck him Leon. Let me see you give him the dick he wants." Jennie crawled underneath Mark and started to suck his dick. Mark pulled her around until she was in a 69 position. I could feel her movements as she bobbed her head up and down on his dick. Mark grabbed the dildo from her and began to fuck her with it. 

"Fuck that ass," she cried. I grabbed Mark's hips and began to ram my dick hard. He began to moan. "Oh you bastard. You big dick bastard. Harder! Fuck me harder! Oh yes! Jennie! Oh Jennie! I need to fuck you too." Jennie crawled out from under and turned over on her stomach. I had to hold on tight as they jockeyed for position. Then I heard Jennie's scream as Mark's dick found her puckered hole. It was a strange sight. I was hammering Mark's ass as he hammered Jennie's. Jennie had the vibrator shoved up her cunt. She was fucking herself as Mark fucked her. I felt my balls erupt. I'm sure that Mark felt my explosion because I held Jennie tight and shouted, "I'm cumming you bitch!"

We lay there all of us drained. Mark was holding Jennie tight. She was sobbing. Whether from pain or pleasure, I don't know. I pulled my softening dick from Mark's ass. He moaned as it popped out. Jennie cried out even louder as Mark withdrew from her ass. I got up and staggered to the bathroom. Pulling the condom from my dick, I dropped it in the toilet. I got into the shower and ran the water. Mark came in and got in with me. Jennie joined us a few seconds later. I kissed them both. We washed each other and got out. Falling on the bed, we drifted of to sleep. I lay on one side, Mark on the other with Jennie in the middle. I awoke to the smell of coffee. I opened my eyes and found Jennie staring into them. She smiled at me and I smiled back. She kissed me. I got up and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. She went into her bathroom and did the same thing. I was walking into her bedroom when Mark called from the kitchen. "When the two of you stop fucking, breakfast is ready." I looked at Jennie. "Let's not disappoint him." I pulled her on top of me as we fell on the bed. Jennie straddled my waist as she settled down on my dick. I watched her as she bounced herself to orgasm. Her pulsing muscles made me cum soon after. She rolled off and took me in her mouth. I pulled her to me and sucked on her pussy. We enjoyed our before breakfast snack. I had a feeling the day would be full of more opportunities to enjoy the snacks they had.

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Answering Her Question



 [There is violence in this story. Consensual violence. There is also a threesome, woman to woman sex and discovery. The women in this story like pain. If you don't want a story where a woman or women like pain, don't read this story. Pain can be a powerful fetish.]

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"Did I hear you correctly?" I asked.

"I'll say it a different way. All my life since I was in middle school I have felt attracted to other girls. I dated boys in high school because that's what all my friends did. I was more turned on seeing other girls changing clothes than in kissing boys or being with boys. I knew my Mom and Dad would freak if I did anything with another girl. So, I didn't." Kim was lying next to me in our bed. The last half an hour had been spent teasing her body and then eating her to a couple of orgasms

"And?"

"And, I married Javier while I was in college. I had two kids with him. The marriage didn't work very well and we got divorced. For financial reasons I got married again, to Mark. No kids with him, lots of arguments and lots of him screwing around on me. Then we met you two years ago. That helped us a lot."

"Mark's gone. How did I help?"

"Mark's gone because he's dying or has died. You know why he left. He left so I wouldn't watch him waste away and die." Tears formed in her eyes, but didn't fall this time. "You helped us see what love really looks like. We'd both been married before. We'd both said we loved other people. You showed us how to really be in love. Mark left because he loves me and he loves you too."

"Sometimes love hurts."

"I know. It hurt when he left. I thought he didn't love me. Now I understand better. I still wish he didn't go, but I know it was love that had him go. It was love that had him give me to you when he left."

"His idea. Your choice. You could have said no."

"I could have. I thought about it. I thought about jumping of a bridge."

"I'm glad you stayed."

"I think I might be hurting you now. I don't want to hurt you."

"Say it."

She came to me. Her slender frame folded nicely against me and she snuggled into me. She was quiet for a time, then spoke.

"I love you. I think I may be willing to face something about me that I've suppressed all my life. I don't want to get old and still wonder. Am I gay? Am I bi?"

"And?"

"And, I want to find out."

"With?"

"Sue. I'm not super attracted to her, but she is our closest lesbian friend and I think if I asked her to she would have sex with me."

"Why are you talking to me about having sex with Sue?"

"You're my husband. I love you. We have an agreement about sex. I won't cheat on you. Either we change the agreement or I don't do it. My integrity is that important."

"So, if I say no way you won't have sex with another woman? You'll stay with me and wonder for years what the answers are to your questions?"

"Probably. The pain of not knowing may get so hard to be with that I end our marriage so I can go find out. It's taken me forty-five years to get here. I have no idea how long it may take before I have to find out."

"You want my permission to bring Sue home and fuck her, have sex with her, in our bed?"

"No! Not here. Not in our bed. Maybe at her house, in her bed or in a hotel room."

"I appreciate you being willing to talk about it. The couple down the street didn't talk about sex and both of them cheated and gave each other STD's. What I want to ask is this, what happens if you have sex with Sue and it is what you fantasize it may be? Will you come home, pack up and move out? What is the possible up side of this for me?"

"I won't stop loving you. I don't love Sue. I won't come home and pack. I may want to include gay sex in my life but I won't shut you out. I love you."

"Ok. When do you propose to do this?"

"I need to talk to Sue. She might say no. She might not be interested in a skinny girl like me."

"And, if she's interested?"

"Maybe this weekend?"

"The whole weekend?"

"No. Friday night. Like we'd have dinner and I'd be home before midnight."

"You are serious? This isn't a fantasy?"

"Yes, I'm serious. Am I hurting you? Us?"

"Hurt? No. At least not yet. Do you like sex with me?"

"You are the best lover I've ever had. I enjoyed sex with Javier and with Mark but they never made me cum. I had to feel safe to cum. I feel safe with you. You make the stars explode!"

"Then you aren't a lesbian. Maybe bi, but not a lesbian. As long as you don't shut me out. As long as I'm still your husband, your partner, your best friend... go find out if you love women too."

She tilted her face to mine and kissed me with her entire body. It didn't take long and we again shared the physical intimacy together that we both enjoyed so much. We fell asleep after I filled her pussy with my contribution and she had cum three times.

In the morning, we changed the sheets and showered together before getting ready for work. When I dropped her off at work she leaned over and kissed me soundly.

That was Wednesday morning. At five-thirty that afternoon I stopped at the curb and Sue was waiting beside Kim. Kim opened the car door and Sue slid into the seat. Kim closed the door and I looked at Sue.

"Pull around the corner and park, would you please?" Sue said.

I did. I put the Mustang in Park and shut off the engine. I twisted so I faced Sue.

"Kim talked to me." Sue said.

"I figured she would."

"She invited us to have dinner, Friday night."

"And she invited herself to be dessert." I said.

"She told me this was Ok with you. I wanted to be sure."

"When you say I'm Ok, I don't want to be misunderstood. I'm scared. Kim may have sex with you and discover it is so much better than what she has with me that she never wants to see, feel, kiss or have sex with me again. That would devastate me!"

"I don't think that will happen."

"Didn't it happen for you?"

"What?"

"You had sex with a woman and sex with a man and for you the sex with a woman was so much better you never went back to men?"

"No. I've never had sex with a man. I'm a forty-two year old cock virgin. Never held one, sucked one or fucked one."

"Well, Kim has. I'm her husband. I want to be her husband next week, next month and next decade. All of that is at risk. And, I said she should go find out if she likes sex with women too."

"Why would you say yes?"

"Because Kim didn't hide, didn't sneak. She is unwilling to break our agreement. She trusts and loves me enough to be honest and forthright about it. I could win big. She could discover sex with a woman isn't better than with me. She may end up happier with me because she tasted you. She may discover she likes sex with a woman enough to include it in our marriage. I may end up in a sexual relationship with Kim and another bi woman. She ends up happier and I do too. What scares me is the third option; she decides she wants to live a lesbian life. I lose her completely and she is happier. I love her enough to take the risk."

"Ok. When you drop her here at work Friday morning plan on me bringing her home sometime late that night." She leaned over, kissed me on the cheek and quickly got out of the car. Kim slid in and closed the door. She leaned over and kissed me on the mouth. It was a good, passionate kiss.

Kim made enchiladas for dinner, one of my favorites, and afterwards we watched some TV. To be accurate, the TV was on. I don't know what was on. I was in my head. We went to bed after ten and didn't mess around. I could tell her thoughts weren't on sex with me. As I looked up at the dark ceiling above our bed I wondered what torture Friday night would be. I got about three hours sleep.

We showered together Thursday morning and I noticed she wasn't very playful. I was cleaned and shampooed but the playful quality of our morning ritual was missing. I washed her and when I gave her breasts the extra attention I love giving, she hurried me up, saying she needed to get to work. 

As we dressed I wondered if it was my imagination or was she wearing a bra and panties she usually only wore when we were going out?

When I stopped the Mustang at the curb in front of her office she said, "See you at five-thirty!" She opened the door and was gone. First time I didn't get a good-bye kiss in four years. I honked the horn.

She stopped and turned back to face me. She remembered the kiss and came around to my door to give it to me. I opened the door and she bent in and kissed me. "I just forgot. Don't make it mean anything. Ok?"

"What could it possibly mean?"

"Don't be that way." She kissed me again, closed the door and went to work. I waited until she was inside the building then I drove to my job.

I was a waste of time and money all day. Fortunately, it was a slow day. I had three machines I needed to overhaul and I could do most of the work without my brain being fully engaged. At a little after four some idiot started the emergency generator in our building and it sent a power spike through the building. Computers and peripherals went down all over the building. My boss let the four of us technicians know we needed to stay until the machines were up and running again.

When I called Kim to let her know she sounded excited. Sue said she would take Kim home. I knew their date had just been moved to that moment instead of Friday night. Kim ended the call by telling me she loved me and telling me to be careful.

The four of us worked long and hard to get all the equipment back up and running. Our boss drove all the way out to Orange County to our main maintenance facility to get more parts and circuit boards for us. It was two-ten when the door to my car closed and I headed home. From a little after four until two in the morning I had not thought about Kim, her pussy, Sue, or what they were doing.

I thought of nothing else on the way home. When I got home I was suddenly aware that I didn't have any idea how I got there. I'd been on automatic pilot. The front door was unlocked. After I was in I locked it. 

As soon as I stepped to the bedroom door Kim turned on the light. She slept nude from the first night we were together. The light came on and she had a t-shirt on. The covers covered her legs and the t-shirt covered her chest and belly.

She smiled and asked if I wanted some food. I shook my head and sat on the bed. I began undressing.

"Honey, I need to talk to you." She said.

"To tell me you've already had your Friday night dinner?"

"Yes."

"Shall I continue undressing?"

"Yes! You live here! I'm your wife!"

"Sure?"

Her arms went around me and she kissed me. "I love you! That didn't change."

She helped me undress. When I slid under the covers she asked, "Are you too tired?"

"Too tired for?"

"I'd like you to love me."

"So you can compare? I don't think that's fair. You and Sue had all evening, dinner a glass of wine or two, soft music and neither of you was tired. I've been at work for seventeen hours, I got nineteen hours worth of beard, nineteen hours without a shower, and you want me to get it together and give you great sex? I lose in the comparison."

"I don't want to compare. I already know you are the winner. I love sex with a woman! I love what we have better! I know I want both!"

She was all over me. Kisses and her hands doing all the things she knew I loved.

I responded as any man would. She saw my response and did her best to swallow it. When I was rock hard and ready I shifted her and got between her legs. I slid inside her and we let our passion take us. I hoped our neighbors slept soundly as we made noises.

Kim held on to my arms and wrapped her legs around my waist. We kissed and my hips thrust my cock as deep into her as I could go.

"Oh Honey! I love how you do me! Fill me up! I'm close! Harder!" She said her words of encouragement faster and faster, louder and louder.

She lifted my hands from the bed and put them on her tits. I squeezed. She moaned and I bunched the t-shirt between my hands and her wonderful tits.

The pressure built and Kim lifted her legs higher. She knew I loved the feeling her channel gave me when her legs were high.

"God! Kim! I love you! Here!" I thrust hard, the cum shot into her and I stiffened. My hands squeezed her tits and then I arched my back and lifted my hands. The t-shirt tore away from her chest and I saw her naked tits!

They were bruised and showed teeth marks! Sue had damaged her! Her nipples were both bitten and one had bled from the bites!

"Oh my God, Kim! What did she do to you?"

She pulled me down on top of her, held me close and whispered to me, "It's Ok. It looks worse than it is. We just got carried away. It's Ok. I'm Ok."

Kim rolled me onto my back and she put herself on top of me, her tits pressed against my chest.

"Are you bitten and bruised other places?"

"Yes, but it's Ok. I'm Ok." She kissed me repeatedly. I calmed down some. Suddenly a thought hit me. My eyes opened wide and I looked Kim in the face.

"You liked what she did to you?"

"Yes." I almost didn't recognize her voice. She sounded like a six year old little girl.

"You wanted her to bite you? Hard enough to draw blood?" I wanted to yell, but I didn't.

She nodded. "They were the most powerful orgasms of my life. The pain just made them stronger."

"So, what we just did was nothing, for you? Now you want Sue to hurt you?"

"No! What I want is for You to hurt me. What I need is the pain. When you did me just now you grabbed my tits and it hurt so good. I cried out! You thought it was my orgasm and it was but it was even better because the pain added to it for me! When your wonderful cock slammed into me you slammed against my bruised pussy and it was better than ever! I can trust you. You won't scar me."

She showered me with kisses and begged me to suck on her tits, finger her pussy. I did what she asked and found she was right. The pain did something for her that wasn't there when the pain wasn't there. Somewhere in the pain was pleasure.

I fell asleep before dawn. We stayed in bed all day Friday. I called in to work and they had figured I wouldn't be in. Kim called Sue and they talked for half an hour. Kim came back to bed wearing a t-shirt. She didn't like how she looked, either.

At about lunch time I got on the internet and researched how to treat bruises. I went to a pharmacy and got some arnica. We used it as directed and the tenderness improved by dinnertime. I also bought frozen peas and used the bags of peas as ice packs. They helped. I applied some anti-bacterial cream ointment to the bites, which had started getting red. At a little after five the doorbell rang.

I went to the door and Sue was standing on the porch. She carried a basket in her arms. I opened the door and she came in.

"I brought you both dinner and some care for the bruises and bites." She put the basket on the table. Sue was wearing shorts and a huge t-shirt. I was arguing inside over how to treat her. She had beat my wife up! Kim had wanted her to do it! She was hurt and needed care and the perpetrator of the damage was standing in front of me!

Kim came into the kitchen and they embraced. It was tenderness. Then Kim looked and me and read everything that was going on inside me just from my face. She helped me sit down and said, "Don't be angry with us. We both discovered pain as an enhancement together."

"You're the one with bites and bruises!"

"No! Sue has them too." She grabbed Sue's shirt and lifted it. As it came up I saw that Sue was damaged just like Kim. Bite marks on her tits, bruises all over her chest.

"Show him the rest." Kim said.

"He's the first man who's ever seen my tits." Sue said.

"Show him the rest!" Kim said. It wasn't a request it was a plea. I needed to see it all.

She unfastened her belt and dropped the shorts to the floor. There were six or more hickies on and around Sue's shaved pussy. Her lips were swollen and looked very tender. Kim turned Sue around and turned herself around with Sue. Her shirt came up and off. I had not noticed the hickies on Kim's ass and the back of her thighs. They were matched by the ones on Sue.

I knew what I needed to do.

"Sue, tell me what you absolutely need to do this weekend. What you must do."

"Go shopping for food. I have damn near nothing at home. I should do laundry too."

"If you don't do laundry will you be forced to wear dirty clothes to work on Monday?"

"No."

"Then, laundry can wait. Give me your shorts and shirt, please." When she bent to pick up the shorts I could tell it hurt. I took the clothes and put them in the washing machine. I added soap and started the machine.

"Wait! I need those!"

"You aren't going anywhere. I can take care of both of you, help you heal quicker. You are staying the weekend with us."

"But, I'm naked."

"And, so is Kim. I'll get both of you t-shirts to wear if you want, but they will get medicine on them."

Kim said, "If we're going to be naked, so are you."

I lowered my shorts and my semi-erect cock sprang into view. Sue's eyes went wide.

I got the arnica and spread it on both women. We sat down and ate dinner together. After dinner I spread a sheet on the couch and sat both women on it. While I had been researching bruises I had read that a bag of frozen peas was a good cold compress that speeds the healing. I had bought six bags of peas. I got all six and applied them to the three most prominent bruises on each woman.

Fifteen minutes later we moved the peas bags to other bruises. After half an hour the peas went back in the freezer.

By ten that night we had iced the bruises three times and had put ointment on the bites twice.

Sue said, "Where am I sleeping?"

I answered, "In bed with us."

"I don't sleep with men."

"Then sleep on the couch. The bed is more comfortable."

"He did say sleep, not fuck." Kim added.

"Ok, but I'd like Kim in the middle."

"Ok." We went into the bedroom and bathroom, did our rituals and got into bed. I went to sleep quickly. I believe they whispered for quite a while.

In the middle of the night I needed to pee. I got up and took care of my need, being careful to make a minimum of noise. As I got back in bed, I noticed Sue's hand holding Kim's breast. It was a very erotic sight. In seconds I was back asleep and having an erotic dream.

When I opened my eyes again it was light in the bedroom. I was uncovered and both women were to my left. I was flat on my back, except for my morning hard on, pointed up toward the headboard.

My head turned a little and caught Sue looking at my erection. Kim's eyes were closed but I knew she was awake.

I whispered, "You can touch it, if you'd like to."

"No!"

"Ok. Relax. When Kim wakes up she'll suck on it and I love how that feels."

Kim shifted a little and put her hand over Sue's on her breast.

"I love how Kim's breast feels in my hand when I do that. Does it feel great to you, too?"

"Yup." She whispered.

Kim's hand reached for me and found my chest. A few seconds later her hand snaked down and found my cock. She grasped it and slowly stroked.

"Oh God!" Sue whispered.

Kim moved Sue's hand from her breast down to her pussy. Her eyes were still closed. She stroked me and Sue's eyes never left watching her stroke me.

I saw Kim's eye open and her lips showed the hint of a smile to me. I got the hint. Very slowly I turned towards Kim and Sue and got up on my knees. Kim kept a hold of my cock. I moved closer to her face and her mouth slowly opened. Her mouth was a little more than a foot from Sue's face.

She gently pulled my cock into her mouth and took half of it inside. The hand she had used to guide my cock into her mouth let go of me and went behind her, directly into Sue's pussy. Sue started to recoil but stopped. Kim was sucking me and stroking her boss' pussy. I got to watch and feel.




Answering Her Question



Kim let me slip out of her mouth as she turned to face Sue. She kept touching Sue's inner sanctum as her lips found Sue's mouth and they kissed. Sue closed her eyes and returned the kiss with equal enthusiasm. I reached over Kim and gently pinched her battered nipple. She moaned into Sue's mouth and pushed her ass back against my cock.

Sue shuddered and moaned into Kim's mouth. I let go of Kim's nipple and gently pinched Sue's nipple, pulling as I pinched. Her back stiffened and she moaned deeper and louder. The smell of her arousal got stronger and she started to shake, tremble, a little. The sounds of Kim's fingers dancing in Sue's pussy were wet and her moans were almost constant.

My thumb and index finger held her nipple and pulled harder. She sharply drew in a breath and broke the kiss. "I'm cumming!"

Her body shook and sweat popped out all over her skin. Kim worked her pussy deep and wild and Sue screamed, "I'm cummmmminnngg again!" Her eyes flew open and she realized she was in bed with me and I was the one pinching her nipple! She shook harder! Her eyes rolled up and disappeared. Kim pulled her hand away from Sue's pussy.

Sue's body suddenly relaxed and a few seconds later she jerked. Her eyes flew open and then closed again. A few more seconds and another aftershock shook her. She did calm down and the aftershocks stopped. Kim didn't wait.

She turned to face me and said, "Fuck me, please. Ignore the bruises. Slam into me! Make me scream in pain and pleasure."

She threw one leg over Sue's hip and as I moved to get between her legs she put the other leg as wide open as it would go. I said, "Sue, shove a pillow under Kim's ass." As I lifted her legs and ass up. Sue did as I asked. She sat up to watch.

My cock entered Kim and I was not slow and gentle. I slammed deep and hard from the beginning. My arms hooked her legs and held them between my chest and hers.

"Sue, suck Kim's tit! Don't bite! Just suck!" In an instant Kim squealed from the sudden pain Sue gave her. I felt her pussy grip my shaft tighter. On impulse I used my open hand and slapped Sue's ass as she knelt sucking on Kim's tit. She moaned.

My hand slapped Kim's hip and I slammed in again and again. Sue was wiggling and I saw a hand reach into her own pussy. I slapped her ass again and then slid my finger into her pussy alongside her own. She screamed, stiffened and came all over my hand. Kim shuddered and her orgasm took her as well. I shifted and pinched her bruised, swollen breast... sending her deeper into the orgasm and she flooded the bed, Sue and me with her first ejaculation. I came inside her as she came all over us.

We stopped sucking, fingering and fucking and held pretty still as our vital signs returned to near normal. My body flopped between the two women and I touched both of them. A hand on a thigh.

"I think we need to do laundry." Sue said after a few minutes.

We giggled a little and Kim said, "You think?"

"We may need to air out the whole house." I said.

Sue turned on her side and looked me in the face. "I hate you!" The words lacked fire, anger or upset.

"Why?" Kim asked.

"A man gave me an orgasm. A man had his fingers inside my cunt! How can I ever say I'm a lesbian again?"

"Lie!" I said.

"I want to still be a lesbian!"

"I promise to never tell anyone your secret." I smiled as I said it.

"You don't understand! If I'm not a lesbian I don't know who I am!"

"You're Sue. A pain whore, just like Kim. We all need to keep that a secret. The world will be Ok with you being lesbians, even sort-of Ok with you being bi but pain whores? No one will understand."

We were quiet for a while. I turned to Kim and kissed her. I bit her lip as we kissed. When the kiss ended she said, "When you bit me just now, I flooded. I am a pain whore."

I flipped over and faced Sue. Her eyes showed fear and excitement. My hands held her face and I kissed her. I forced my tongue into her mouth and kept kissing her hard until she surrendered. When she surrendered I sucked her tongue into my mouth and bit it! She moaned and her hands reached for and found my cock. I bit a little harder. She pressed her face against mine, not pulling away... welcoming me.

The kiss ended and I rolled over on top of her.

"Tell me what you want, Sue!"

"I can't!"

"Kim, tell me what you want."

"I want you to fuck Sue! Fuck her hard."

"I can't!" I rubbed my cock against Se's lips but didn't press in. "Tell me what you want, Sue. My right hand held her tit and squeezed, harder and harder.

"Fuck me! Hurt me! Ruin me forever!"

My hips heard her before my brain and I slammed in all the way! She had been dildo fucked thousands of times. Fingers and vegetables had been inside her. But I was the first man to shove inside her and she screamed in both pain and pleasure. Kim slapped Sue's tits, pinched her nipples and then kissed her mouth. Sue's body got to an orgasm very quickly and I arrived at mine at the same time. Kim and Sue kept kissing and moaning through the orgasm.

I stayed in Sue until I was soft. When I pulled out I moved up and asked, "Which of you will lick the juices off my cock?"

They stopped kissing and Sue opened her mouth for me. As she took me into her mouth I noticed a little blood on her teeth. She sucked me in and held my ass with her hands. Kim got up on her knees and we kissed. Her mouth was bloody too.

The rest of the weekend was spent healing. Sue was also coming to grips with liking cock as well as pussy. I was working at understanding two women who love pain. Kim was dealing with living in a new world, nothing like any world she had ever heard of before.

On Monday morning all three of us went to work. I hadn't said anything about dinner, sleeping arrangements or what's next. They hadn't said anything about it either. Kim had gone to work with Sue. I had driven straight to the computer center where I worked.

When I went to lunch I saw a woman sitting a few tables from me who turned in her seat and I caught a glimpse of a bruise on her chest. Instead of wondering what kind of an accident she was in I wondered if she liked being bitten.

At three in the afternoon my office phone rang. Caller ID gave the number for Sue and Kim's office. I answered in my professional voice and Sue asked, "What shall we get for dinner?"

"For all of us?"

"If I'm invited. I want to be there for dinner."

"Only if your there for breakfast as well."

"Sausage or bacon?"

"Sausage. I'd like jambalaya for dinner, if that's possible."

"Ahhh, I'd like to ask for something special for dessert." Sue said.

"What would you like?"

"Sausage."

"Hips or lips?"

"Both!"

"If it's Ok with my wife, I'd be happy to oblige."

"See you at home." The connection ended. See you at home. I liked the way that sounded. As it turned out I liked the way it was as well.

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Answering My First Ad



I had been surfing the web for six month, checking out chat rooms, and yahoo profiles, some swinger groups as well as dating sites before I came across an ad on one of the personals. 

White couple in Chicago. looking for a signal male, prefer well-endowed black, to pleasure wife while hubby watches /photos.

Must be clean and DD free, with long staying power. 

They also gave an email address, so I emailed them I expanded that I was not a black man I was however nicely endowed, and would like to discuss their ad with them if they were interested at all. The following day I got an answer form them, Tim the husband emailed me, stating that color was not that big dill if I had what she waned then They would talk with me and maybe more. He said that they would be in a chat room that night if I wanted to chat with them the room would be called Chi town two, and I should use the screen name big white boy. 

That night while my wife was at work I entered the chat room as I had been told, I turn on the voice chat feature and began to chat with the couple. They told me their names were Tim and Wanda, they lived in the greater Chicago area and loved to swing, he was a voyeur, and she was an exhibitionist who loved big cocks. 

Tim was 47 5ft 7in. and weight 170lbs, he was lawyer who worked out so he was in very good shape. Wanda 33, 5ft 4in, 34, c-cup, 26, 38, with brownish hair and blue eyes. During the chat the first night I fount out that they were a bit on the kinky side, they wouldn't tell me exactly what like that night but we enjoyed chatting with each other and agreed to chat some more. as the days went on we emailed back and forth, we attached some tame photos of each other, men in my suit, or some with me stand in my shorts and shirt, they sent some of the two of them dressed in different things and some of her alone and showing a little of her treats. I also learned during this time that Tim had a problem getting it up, unless her watched her with another man he was useless in bed, that was the reason for the ad. 

At some point we began to video chat and she would flash me her tits and they asked to see my equipment, so I obliged them by stand up and dropping my pants to the floor. Wanda loved my cock and asked if we could meet sometime. I told them that I had a trip to Chicago the next month planed maybe we could meet for diner one night. They agreed and we made arrangements then waited for the time to pass. 

I was to be in Chicago the whole week and we agreed to meet on Wednesday evening at a restaurant near where I was staying. At 6:00 o'clock I walked into the up scale restaurant and spotted the couple sitting in a corner booth, I looked them over as I made my way there.

"Hi I'm Jack." I said taking Tim's hand as he stood to great me, "You must be Tim and Wanda."

"Yes, please have seat." He said motioning for me to sit on the other side of his wife. So I slid in beside her and continued with the pleasantries. We ordered our meals and continued getting acquainted as we ate. About half way through the meal Wanda placed her hand on my thigh and asked if I could let her out to go to the 

'little girls room" 

"Sure." I said as I started to slide she moved her hand up and on top of my cock. I looked at her husband who was grinning at me. I watched her walk away, thinking "I would love to get into that hot ass." When Tim broke my thought, 

"Do you like what you see?" he asked still smiling.

"Yes, very nice." I said turning my attention to the man sitting across from me.

"I know she likes you too, I believe she checked out you equipment when she got up, and she gave me the look of approval as she walked past me." He said as he reached into his shirt pocket and produced a hotel key card, and slid it across the table to me. "Here's the spare key to our room, the number is on it, when she comes back we'll go up and prepare things for you to join us. Give us fifteen minutes then come up." 

I picked up the key and put in my pocket, "So you think she is going to go along with this." 

"Oh yes, she is ready. Now she is a bit kinky, so we don't you to be shocked when you get up there, just do what come naturally. " He expanded before taking a long sip from his drink. We talked a bit while we waited until his wife returned. 

"So Wanda are you ready for your night of excitement?" Tim asked as I got up to let her in between us.

"Oh yes I am. That's all right Jack, just slide in I'll sit her on the outside." She said placing a hand on my shoulder and pushing down. I sit down and slid over so she could sit down beside me, as she did she laid something in my lap. 

"Jack here is wondering if you are up for tonight, I think he is worried about what's going to happen." Tim said to his wife.

Wanda placed her hand on my now hard cock and looked into my eyes, "Oh sweet baby, don't you worry about a thing, every thing that happens tonight I am all for it. And with what I'm feeling right now, I know I will enjoy every second." She said as she led forward and gave me a long deep kiss, probing my mouth with her sweet tongue. Breaking away from me she turned to her husband, "Come on Timmy, we need to get me ready for out new friend." She said getting up the turning back to me, I know you will also enjoy the ride. Then she headed towards the door. 

"Remember fifteen minutes. Then come up. We'll be waiting. "Tim said laying a $20.00 tip on the table and hurrying after his lovely wife. I looked down at the object she had given me, it was a pair of lacey white panties, she must have taken them off in the restroom, the crotch was soaking wet, I stuffed down in my pocket before the waiter came by.

I had another drink as I waited fifteen minutes, then I paid for the diner and headed across the street to my new friends hotel. I took the elevator to the fifth floor, on to ride up I took the panties from their hiding place and held them to my face I breathed in her aroma and immediately my dick jumped to attention. Then the door opened and I walked down the hall to room 535, and inserted the key card. The door opened and I entered. They had a suite, there was an entrance room laid out like a living room, with chairs a desk, TV, Tim was sitting in a chair watching the TV. 

"Hey, glade you could make it. Wanda is in the other room waiting for you." He said as he stood and walked towards me, "I'm going to go down to a bar we know of and leave you two alone for awhile."

I was confused so I asked "Are you sure that's what she wants?"

"Oh yes, I'll call before I return and see if every thing is alright, I have a camera set up in there I hope you are not camera shy." He said as he walked past me patting me on the back. "There's a note on the desk, you might want to read it before you go in, see you later tonight." He said and then he was gone.

I walked over to the desk, was note next to a glass and a bottle of Tequila, I poured me a shot and downed it, then I picked up the note and read. 

I'm waiting for you, for the first part of our adventurous night 

I am all yours, don't be shocked, do what ever you want with me all the tools are in here with me, when you are through leave me as you found me and wait for Tim to return, with a surprise, he will take of care of things then. 

Love Wanda

I placed the note back on the desk and walked through the door to the bedroom, I was a bit shocked, here was the lady I had just meet earlier that evening on the bed total naked lying on her back her legs spread wide, and tied to the bed post at the foot, her hands were also spread and tied to the head posts, in her mouth was a red bal gag and her eyes were covered with a night mask. Beside the bed was a rolling table with a various assortment of dildos, clamps, and other sex toys laid out for our enjoyment.

I quickly striped off my close and walked to the side of the bed my rock hard cock pointing the way, I reached out and toughed her breast. She jumped in surprise; she was total in the dark she had no idea where I was she couldn't even tell who I was with the blinds on. I became a little bolder, and pinched her nipple between my finger and thumb and pulled it up from her chest with one hand, while my other hand went between her legs and did the same with her clit. 

"Hu-u-u- um-fa!" she breathed through her gag as I released her clit and inserted my middle finger into her wet hole. She raised her hips as best she could to meet the assault on the cunt. I worked my finger in and out in steady movement as I bent down and sucked her nipple in my mouth then I bit down lightly on the golden brown nub. She was twisting her hips around trying to get some more attention given to her wet pussy.

I crawled up on the bed and rubbed my dick over her hard nipples, as I inserted two more fingers into her hot cunt while I let my little finger slip into her anus. I reached over to the table and picked up the red but plug I found there, after applying a generous amount of lubricant also on the table, I pulled her hips up as far as I could with her restraints, and inserted the plug in until the tight ring of her rectum snapped over the largest area and around the small part just behind the base holding it in place. 

"Huf...huf...ug-ug-ug-...a-a-a-aggggggggg!" she grunted as the plug slipped into place. I then took a mid size dildo that had a vibrator inside of it, from the table and lubed it then I turned it on and it began to hum, I rubbed it over her clit and she started to hump up wards toward the love wan. 

"Uof..Akgg..Uof..egeee.." she continued to try to speek into the gag

As I worked her clit I moved up and straddled her arm, rubbing her boobs, neck, chin and face with my dick head, leaving a snail's trail of pre cum as I went. Once in position beside of her head I inserted the dildo deep into her cunt turning it on high, as she squirmed her lower body around on the bed. 

I unfastened the straps that held the gag in place and pulled it free from her mouth. 

"Oh yes... fuck meee!" She said twisting her head about. I took a strong grip on her herd and turned her face towards me, then I pushed my dick deep inside her open mouth, as I started fucking her sloppy pussy with the dildo.

I sat back on my heels as she worked her head back and forth franticly sucking my cock in and out of her mouth, her hair whipping all around. I switch the mid size dildo for a larger one, a good 12 inches and as big around as her wrist, I slowly pushed it inside and then pulled it nearly all the way out, when she raised her hips I shoved it deep in again then I was ramming it in and out of her making the same slurping sounds with the dildo as she was with her mouth. She was trashing about pulling on the restraints that held her to the bed. The sounds we were making were that of to lust crazed animals, grunts moans and squeals. The bed shook and creeker with our weight bouncing about on it. 

I could feel my cock grow in her mouth as I was getting close to dropping my load, I shoved the dildo all the way deep inside of her and held it there as I did the same with my dick as I shot my first load of the night deep in her throat, then I pulled back and shot again filling her mouth with hot gooey cum. She tried to swallow it all when I exploded again over filling her mouth. Cum ran out of the corners of her mouth around my cock and down the side of her face. Her lower body shook as she had a massive orgasm of her own. When she had quit jerking my dick was softened in her mouth I pulled it out and used my fingers to scoop the mess from her face and into her mouth. Then I replaced the gag and got off of the bed leaving Wanda there her sweat-covered chest heaving up and down.

I went to the other room and poured me another drink then I returned to the bed room to watch her as she pulled at her bindings, I looked around the room and found a large round padded tube that was flat on one side I knew what that could be used for. I climbed back on the bed and spread her pussy lips and lowered my head between he legs. The musky smell that was on her panties was even stronger here. I licked deep in her cunt scooping up as much of her pussy juices as I could and swallowed them down, I began to rotate the butt plug in her ass as she humped her hips up to meet my tongue, soon my dick was hard again so I climbed between her outstretched legs and shoved it in to the balls, then I began to rock it in and out of her hot pussy. 

Deeper and deeper I went slamming myself up and down. She tried to match my moves up and down, we slammed together of ten minutes. She squealed into the gag as she was pushed over the edge into orgasm after orgasm. Just before I was about to explode I stopped moving and just lay on top of her sweaty body. I pulled out of her sloppy pussy and off of the bed I undid her bindings and rolled her over onto her belly. I lifted her hips and slid the padded tube under her then I tied her hands and feet back to the bedposts.

With my dick even harder now I climbed back up on the bed kneeling behind her I removed the but plug and replaced it with the head of my cock. I pushed forward until I was buried deep inside of her ass, then I started to fuck her with long hard strokes. In and out deeper and deeper, before long I was building again to a gigantic orgasm. As she grunted and moaned while thrusting her rear end back at me I exploded deep in her rectum. I feel forward on her and pressed her on the tube as my cock began to lose its stiffness.

When my soft dick fell out of her anus I got off the bed, then I turned her over again and dressed, Just as I was walking into the other room the door opened, and Tim came in followed by three big black men. 

"Hey Jack, did you have fun?" he asked

"Yes I sure did, I think we both did." I replied 

Well I brought home, a surprise for my hot wife, do you think she will approve?

"I'm sure she will."

"Go on in guys she's waiting for you." He said to the men waiving his arms. "Come on Jack lets see what's on the TV while they entertain her for a while then we'll have a go at it." He said taking the remote and sitting down as the three men walked into the other room. I sat down beside him as he switched the TV on, the picture was his wife in the other room as the three black men walked into view. 

I looked at over at Tim, "This is going to be a fun night!" I remarked and he agreed.



Answering My Questions With A Quest



I hate it, when she answers my question with a question. Without thinking, she does it every fucking time. No matter what the question is or the answer she answers my question with a question. 

She does it for everything.

Megan, what's for dinner? Does it look like I cooked?

Megan, where do you want the chair moved to? Harold, where did I say I wanted it?

Megan, you look hot in that teddy, how about we mess up the sheets? What, don't I also look hot my flannel PJ's too?

It doesn't matter the subject, my questions are always answered with a question. The only time she wasn't able to answer my question with a question, was the very last question I ever asked her. 

What's the question? Six simple little words with a question mark but the hardest question to answer, "Why", would I want to stay? That's one question she didn't have an answer for. The bad thing was, I knew she couldn't answer it. Cheaters never can. They can give you the typical bullshit. But when it comes right down to it, they know the answer. It's just getting them to see the truth.

From the beginning, I should have known it would come to this. My marriage was doomed from the start. I should have just listen to my dad and follow the rules. 

My father taught me the ten rules a man should live. 1.Life is fun till you fuck it up. 2.Work is only hard when you don't want to do it. 3.If you want to know what your wife will look like in 20 years, look at her mother. 4.It takes a strong woman not become her mother. 5.Friend are a dime a dozen, but a real "bro's" are forever. 6.Never give your wife all the money. 7.No cheating pussy is worth half, no matter what the judge says. 8.Looks fade but beauty last forever. 9.If it looks like a duck, walks and quakes like a duck....it's a fucking duck. 10.No bitch is worth dying or going to jail for, so always plan, plot, figure out the best way to get revenge and don't leave any finger prints.

My dad always said if mom disappeared, and her purse was left behind, then it was one of two things. She ran away or he chased her away. If he chased her away, her purse would be left behind because he wasn't giving her shit. My dad always talked loud enough for my mom heard him; Son, she'll leave with what she came into this marriage with and "NOTHING MORE". I always wondered, what makes a man so hateful. That was one of life's little lessons I would learn later.

I've never been a fan of telling my life story so I won't. But I will give you the gist of it. I was born in North Texas into a good family and my dad kicked my ass every day. When I deserved it and sometimes when I didn't. My mom was the backbone of our family. My sisters Kelly and Anne were all ways there for me and my little brother, Carlton. Carlton is a dork but an overall a good brother. 

Then there is Megan.

I met Megan in the 8th grade. She had those big teen tits and for me it was love at first sight. We didn't get together till my 2nd year in college. From that moment on she was my girl. For those of you wondering why it took us so long to become an item, ask her dad. 

That man was like "OLD YELLER", you know the dog from the classic move. If a male came within one foot of his daughter he was barking like a fucking blood hound. It took three years for him to let me sit on their porch, then another year, just to call her. And then it always sounded like he was listening on the phone, before she could ask him if I could take her out. He would yell, "NO". So believe me when I tell you that he surprised the hell out of me, when I asked permission to marry Megan, he said "Yes, Son you can", "Son", this fucker just called me son. For the last 6 years, I've been called, "a bastard, a fucking moron, dumb assed fool and last but not least King of the shitheads". But now, I'm his son. Figure that shit out.

For me married life was great, our honeymoon was fucking awesome. Megan wanted every hole used, and used well. I was 22 at the time. By the time she finished with me, I needed a B-12 shot. 

Life with Megan was anything but boring.

Over the next 15 years, life was hard but good. We worked, we played, we made love and we had kids. Three kids as a matter of fact, Tommy, Jessica and Paul our little angels. For those without kids, kids have a built in "pussy radar." Anytime I or the misses are in the mood and things are about to get hot and heavy, their radar went off. Most of the time, I would only get one boob out of her bra before the knock on the door. I can't count the number of time I should have gone to the hospital because of a 4 hour erection.

It wasn't till our 25th year when things blew up. The only thing that kept me from leaving the country we're the kids. Two of the three kids were out the house and the third was on his way out. Tommy was at Florida State, Jessica was at UT Knoxville and Paul had just graduated from high school and was heading to Gainesville to be a Gator. But being a male child he just had to party hearty on his last night at home. Paul was acting like an ass and tried to drive home drunk. He hit a pole and was in the hospital. He was in critical condition. 

Megan and I rush to the hospital. He's spleen had been removed. He had lung damage and needed a kidney. His were to damaged and he needed a donor fast. The doctor asked if he could do blood work to see if I was a match. Megan gave us a strange look, like she was trying to figure something. Then she said, "shit, shit shit". You don't to bother. He isn't Paul's father. I backed up and looked at her. I went to grab her, but the doctor stopped me and told me not to do this now. I asked her what the fuck she was talking about. The doctor told her she needs to get the father here to save Paul. 

I turned and walked away. Then I stopped and turn back, dropped my wedding ring on the floor and walk in the room to see Paul. I could even think about him not being my son at the moment, I just wanted him to get the help he needed. When Megan and the doctor walked in the room, I turned and left. The doctor grabbed my arm and told me that I needed to stay. Because Paul needed both of us right now, so I stayed. 

Later that night Paul's father came in. About an hour later my brother Carlton showed up. I was about to go fill him in on what was happening, when I saw that they had drawn blood from him. Paul's father was Megan's brother, my brother Carlton. Then he, the doctor and Megan left the room. I had my answer. Carlton came in trying to explain what happened. I walked out of the room; this was too much for me to deal with. As I walked out into the waiting area, Carlton's wife Abby was sitting there with her head in her hands crying. I didn't know if it was because of Paul or because of what she had found out about Carlton and Megan. It didn't matter either way, both problems were fucked up. The doctor came up and asked if he could speak to me for a second. He told me that I needed to man-up and be there for Paul and Megan. They were going to need me. I asked him, how do I go about that? You're so much of a "big fucking man." Tell me how can I be there for that slut? She just told me, my son is my nephew? She has been fucking my brother for who knows how long. But we know at least 18 years because Paul is his son. And how do I deal with Carlton, I can't call him my brother anymore. What kind of brother fucks his brother wife and leaves him to raise he children? But since you're the doctor, maybe you can give me something for that. Maybe you can get me some slut detection goggles. Do they have an after the affair, get this slut and my brother out of my life pill? Maybe you know a way to wipe the slut from my memory. Humm, I thought not, so go the fuck away me and try to fix Paul. You can't help my marriage or my life. The doc shook his head then turned around and walked back into Paul's room. I walked over to Abby and asked what Carlton had told her. She said that all three of my kids where his. Carlton said Megan told him I was sterile. 

This was new to me and how would she know. I had only been in the hospital for one thing and I was 10 then. It was something going on and I needed to find out the answers. 

It was 11:30 in the next morning before the doctor told us that Paul would be ok. Carlton's kidney was a perfect match. I headed for the exit when Megan and the doctor ran over to me just as the door was closing. Megan went to grab me when the doctor stopped her. I would have spit him her face. Megan asked where I was going. What about our son Paul? It struck me as funny, "OUR SON". I turned and left.

I got to the house around 2:30 that afternoon, after a quick stop at Home Depot for a couple of lock sets. I changed the locks to the house. Then I started packing Megan's clothes. I had 4 bags packed before I got the first call. It was her father wanting to come over and talk before I did something stupid. Some like what I asked him? Come on "DAD", what reason would I have to do something stupid. Before he could say another word, I slammed down the phone.

While packing Megan's crap, it got me to thinking about Paul and everything that happened. It took me be back to all the long discussions in Psych class.

Nature -vs - Nurture, did DNA make Paul my son. Certainly in my heart, he was mine. From the first moments of his life, the first steps, the first time he caught a football. His first fight, his first date, his first kiss, talking to him about the bird and bees, all those things made him my son, didn't they? But, when he really needed his father, the truth was I wasn't, was I. When he need blood and kidney both things that I would have gladly given him, I couldn't. In his real time of need, I could only sit there helpless because Megan turned out to be a cheating whore. The moment the doctor said he needed a kidney. He wasn't my son. My family's name would go on, but what about my branch of the family tree. There wouldn't be a Harold Paxton branch. Of course Carlton's branch had 7 sprouts on it. The 4 kids he had with Abby and the 3 kids with Megan that made Carlton the family stud. I had to stop thinking about things for a while because I was giving myself a head ace. 

I went to the frig grabbed a beer and sat in my recliner. I had just turned on the TV when I heard some cars pulling up. I didn't move. I sat there drinking my beer, listening to them knocking on the door. It sounded like there were 4 or 5 people out there. They had been knocking for about 10 minutes when Megan pulled in. I think it was my dad that told her to use her key to open the door. I'll bet they were really surprised when her key didn't work. After I finished my beer, grabbed my pistol from my desk, walked over and opened the door. I asked my father, what did they want? My dad asked, "Why", I had the gun. I told him it was to keep out intruders. I asked them once again "What", did they want? My dad was the spokes person, he asked if they could come in and talk to me. I told them sure, as long as Carlton and Megan weren't with them. Megan sat on the porch crying while Carlton was going to show me how much of a man he was, that was until he heard me pull back the slide on my dessert eagle. I think that was the moment they realized things weren't going to go as they thought they would.

So for the next 2 hours they spilled the beans, they all knew except Abby and I. I couldn't believe that these people were related to me. Abby, understood how Megan felt. My dad the man that taught me how to deal with a cheating wife, now wanted me to live with one. It's strange how being a grandparent can cloud you thinking. Son, she did what she had to; to give you the family you wanted. You need to calm down and understand how Megan felt. 

I didn't and was about to try to. I was done, fuck'em all.

I will never understand how a woman wanting a baby is grounds for her to go out and get fucked to achieve her goal. Is there any difference for a man that wants have a baby with his wife; only to find out she can't give him one? Opps, I forgot only women can allowed to cheat under those guidelines, it seems only another woman can understands how it feels not to be able to give birth. I guess men don't want families, that don't want to watch their child grow in their mate's belly. They don't fine joy in taking care of their loved one, their lifelong mate during this time. I guess, I'm not a man then because I shouldn't hurt. 

With all the bullshit they were talking and it was just that, "Bullshit", about how I needed to think about the kids and how to keep the family together. They gave me all that bullshit about a woman not felling whole when they couldn't have kids. 

And how women are emotional creatures and need to procreate. Then they hit me with it a blessing for above. That's when I lost it and told them all to get the fuck out. She is a fucking cheating whore and had my brother babies. That is a blessing. If that a blessing then I need to change my beliefs.

It turns out that my mom told her, I wasn't able to have kids because I had Yellow Fever when I was ten. She told Megan but forgot to tell me, humm what a mom. After I put them all out, it was about an hour later the kids showed up. They told me Megan had called them, but told them to come to her parent house first. They came home first.

I spent the next hour explaining to them what happened, I didn't hold back anything. Jessica didn't believe it. She called and set an appointment to have blood drawn for a DNA test. Then she was going to see Megan. Tommy said it didn't matter because I was his dad no matter what. But he went along with Jessica's plan because he needed to know. 

We all went to the hospital the next day, we checked on Paul and then had blood drawn. After that Jessica went to see Megan, Tommy and I watched Paul for a few hours, then we went back to the house.

Needless to say things were very tense around the house for the next few days.

On the third day we got a call from the hospital, the results were in. It turns out that only Jessica was mine. So much for shooting blanks, Tommy got pissed and walked out, because it meant the Megan had been a cheating whore since the second year of our marriage. Not even two years, she got pregnant with Tommy after 18 months. 

I filed for divorce the same day the result came in. I gave my attorney the DNA results. I didn't want 50/50, I wanted it all. You see, I'm a firm believer in equal rights. When a man cheats, everyone yells, "Take him to the cleaners". Don't get mad, get everything, but when it a man being cheated on, it's "what did you do". Are you sure, maybe its hormones? You need to get her some help instead of divorcing her. I can't tell you how many friends I lost in the days following. 

I lost both parent ands, because they had known all along. 

In the final meeting, Meagan asked for 30 minutes alone. After 25 years of marriage, 23 years a 4 months of lies, but who's counting. I could sit down and hear one more lie. Even in our last meeting, everything was a question. Harold, haven't I been a good wife to you? Harold, think about, did you miss out on anything? After all the love we have shared, do you really want to give upon us? I mean really? Harold why would you want to leave? I let her have 30 minutes but in the end I asked her one question. It wasn't a hard question, but it was the only one she didn't have an answer for. I spent the next 10 minutes summarizing everything that happened in the last 2 years of our marriage. 

Then I asked Megan, Why would I want to stay?

Then I got up and left. The divorce was granted 90 days later. No alimony on my part, no child support, no nothing. Megan ended up paying me $350.00 a month alimony for 5 years. There wasn't a home to put up for sale. I gave the house to Jessica. I live there rent free. When it comes to our finances, I had no job, so no salary. I quit the day before the DNA results came in. She had cheated on my for 20 plus years and some judge was going to make me pay her for it. I don't have any money in the bank. I used it for Paul's medical bills. Nothing from nothing leaves nothing.

The one good thing was that Abby came by to let me know the parents along with Megan and Carlton plan to ambush me into talking with them and becoming a family again. Abby and I spent the next 3 hours plotting and playing. Carlton was stupid because Abby had 38ddd's. I won't tell you what else she had because I wanted to use it again. But by the end of the day, Paul, Tommy and I would be on a cruise during their visit. 

When we got back from the cruise, Jessica let me know that my lawyer was ready to file suit against Carlton for 23 years of back child support. We were asking for $350,000 per child. College, cars and all after all kids are expensive. Once the lawsuit was filed, Abby filed for divorce.

I never adopted Paul or Tommy, they didn't want me to. They knew I was dad, if not in blood, then for love of being there for them. Paul said, he couldn't make me a true cuckold, just because his mother was fucked up, he wasn't. Tommy agreed. 

10 years has passed, I'm 62 with a 5 and 10 year children. My wife, Abby is 52. "Yes", I said Abby. I'll never admit it but I love spending Carlton's alimony on nice things for my kids and no I didn't marry Abby for revenge. It doesn't hurt me one little bit to rub our relations in Carlton's face. 

Megan, well she told Jessica, she'll wait till the end of time and she'll get me back some day. Even Jessica laughs at that. 

My parents are burning holes in Jessica's and Abby's ears, "Please get Harold to come see us", we'll be dead soon and he'll hate himself for not being here. Hate myself for missing out on the lives of those who wanted to cuckold me while calling themselves my loved ones, not likely. I'll think about forgiving them on their death beds but it's a long shot. After all their 80 and 82, besides they have Carlton.

I have to go now; the kids are going with Jessica and Paul for the night. I've had a 30 minute hard-on waiting on Abby to get back. She went to put them in the car. If I still have a hard on like this in 4 hours, fuck the emergency room, call a coroner.



Answering the Ad



So, simply said, I was feeling frisky that night. Giving in to the battle inside of my head with my evil twin, I logged onto, and began surfing, a Swinger's contact website.

Being bisexual, and very comfortable with that, I toggled between hetero, bisexual, and gay ads, the rush from doing so being felt by my awakening cock. I was skimming the bisexual ads when a picture caught my eye. She was thirty-ish with lovely breasts, laying on a bed, her head turned to the side, sucking on a cock. Between her legs was a male going down on her while another male was deep-throating him. 

Got my attention...

The ad was well written, and stated that a couple was seeking bisexual men for threesomes. Contact information was listed and, hesitating only a few seconds, I clicked and sent them a quick, short response with requested info, along with a face-pic of myself.

I was moving on to other ads when the reply signal alerted me that I had email. Sure enough, it was from the couple and, since they had skype, they suggested that I skype them, right then.

Of course I did.

Mona and Tad were their names. I was right, they were in their thirties, easy on the eyes, and easy to talk with. Evidently they liked me as well because they asked me to meet them the next weekend for a drink and, if all the vibes were right, a trip back to their house for fun and games. The date was made and I looked forward to it all week.

They spotted me first, Mona coming to me at the entrance to lead me to their table. Her hand softly squeezed mine as she led me through the crowded bar to a back booth where Tad was waiting, smiling up at us.

Formal intros and bios were exchanged, the mood easy and light. Mona excused herself and went to the restroom while Tad and I continued to talk and laugh. When she returned, she slid into my side of the booth, her hand dropping onto my thigh as she did so. Leaning into me as the three of us continued to talk, she found reasons to rub her tit against my arm, her hand now sliding up and down my thigh until she found, and cupped, my erection, squeezing softly when she did so.

"Tad, I think we it's time to head over to our place, don't you think?", Mona said all of a sudden.

"I think you're right," he replied, then asking, "Are you going to ride with our new friend to show him the way?"

"I'd like to," she replied, "that is, if he doesn't mind the company."

"I'd love the company," was my quick reply. And with that, the three of us left the bar, she and I in my car, Tad in theirs.

I had just left the parkng lot, following Tad, when she unzipped me, pulled my cock out of my pants, and dropped her mouth around it, sucking nosily as she did so.

"Mmmmm, Tad's going to love sucking you," she commented when she pulled her mouth from my cock with a 'plopping' sound.

"Do you suck dick, too?" she asked as she sat up staight, her hand stroking my dick slowly as she licked her lips.

"I've been known to swallow man-meat," I answered truthfully.

Well, I have, and have no regrets about it. 

"Good, I like watching two guys suck each other," she said with a smile on her face. And leaning over me once more, she sucked on my dick for the remaining three blocks of the drive.

Tad mixed up some Daquaris and we took our drinks into their den, the lights soft, the music low. We talked, kept our hands to ourselves, and got into the moment with our conversation. Getting up to refill our drinks, Tad suggested that Mona get the party started. With that, Mona stood, slowly stripping while her eyes locked with mine. Stepping out of her panties, she pulled me up to my feet and began undoing my buttons and such, until I was stepping out of my own briefs. Reaching to me with her mouth, we kissed as her hands slowly stroked my erection.

She pushed me, gently, back onto the sofa, our lips never parting, when Tad joined us. He was naked as well, his erecton dancing in front of him as he walked to the sofa. Kneeling with one knee on the sofa, he placed his cock near our faces. Mona ended our kiss, dropping her head and mouth to my cock right afterwards, sucking me deep into her throat.

Opening my eyes, Tad's cock was inches from my face. Not stopping to think twice, I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around his cock, letting my tongue play on its underside as I moved my head forward and back. Looking up to his face, he had his head thrown back and to the side, his eyes closed and a look of satisfaction on his face. Turned on as much by her sucking me as by me sucking him, I increased my sucking, my hand now stroking his cock as well. Mona lifted her mouth, sensing that I was going to come, and whispered that she wanted me to save my cum for Tad, kissing the side of my face afterwards.

I now concentrated on getting him off, the power to do so making me even hornier. I was sucking him hard and fast when he came, his hands grabbing the back of my head as he thrust his cock deep into my throat, nearly gagging me, but only just so. 

As I said before, I have been known to swallow man-meat.

I eagerly sucked his cum from him, my mouth and tongue lapping up the spillover on his cock-head and shaft. Swallowing, I gave his cock a final squeeze, licking the drop of jism from his slit that it produced.

We rested, we finished out second drink and a doobie that Tad had produced. Pulling me onto the floor to join her, Mona laid me flat, then straddled my head with her legs, her pussy lowering to my mouth. I put my hands on her ass, pulling her pussy into my face and mouth and began devouring her wet snatch. 

Tad had moved down with us onto the floor, leaning on an elbow, his face watching me eat his wife, his hand stroking my cock back to life. When he had me hard, he slipped his mouth over my cock, sliding down my shaft until his lips were kissing my pubic bones, his head shaking just a bit, moving my cock around his mouth and throat.

Mona was now grinding hard against my mouth, moans of delight coming from her opened mouth.

Two things I do well; eat pussy and suck dick.

She exploded, riding her climax for what seemed like an hour. Finally spent, she sort of collapsed off of my face, laying next to me, her head now on my chest, her face turned so that she could watch her husband suck me off.

And he did, for a deliciously long time, until I could no longer hold back the flood. She joined him in slurpping up my cum, damned near getting me completely dry in the process.

I spent the night, none of us getting much sleep. I sucked him, he sucked me, we fucked her, and so on and so forth. While he only sucked me, I sucked him and fucked him in the ass while he fucked Mona. He offered to return the favor but that's where I draw the line.

Yes, my ass is virgin and will stay that way, thank you very much.

We became a regular thing, the three of us, sometimes spicing it up with another bi-couple or bi-guy. It was delicious fun while it lasted but nothing lasts forever, does it?



Answering the Call



Everyone on Craigslist can't be a creep, right?

His post about introducing a woman to anal sex sounded very sincere. By the use of language, I'd gathered that this man was educated, thoughtful, perhaps even well spoken. If we'd met under other circumstances, we might find ourselves at the same end. But this was so much easier – I know what he wants, he knows what I'd like to try. And he talked about the prep work, the foreplay, getting ready, moving slowly... and then not moving slowly, getting my ass used to his cock and then giving me that cock again and again until I came again and again. He sounded like he knew what he was talking about, and I wanted to learn from him. So I responded.

Here's the part where my friends would say, "WHAT?!" I mean, I'd say the same in their place. I'd be worried about safety and their sanity. This guy could be anyone, he could do anything. Of course, the very thing I wanted him to do might be just the sort of thing they'd consider a worst case. So I didn't tell my friends. I just made a plan that would give me a great out, invited friends over for a few hours after our date. If I was tied up and being tortured, better chance that they'd find me. If these thoughts are even entering my mind, why would I even consider doing this? How sex starved am I, anyway?

Pathetic, yes. But curious, and more so every day. I know my own body, and I know when I am getting a good stroke on, when my clit is fully engaged, when I am about to have the best orgasm, I'm feeling it in my ass. It's vibrating, it's pulsating, it's practically fucking winking. I'm not inviting some clumsy one-night stand to stick it in. I'm not freaking out a potential new man with my ass-play curiosity. I wanted it, but I wanted it from someone who knew how to make the most of it. I wanted the king of ass fucking to fuck my ass. And that's what I got.

Advertising on Craigslist made sense for him – get what you're looking for, and you know there are women out there who are curious and more likely to respond to this type of invite rather than a heart-to-heart over wine and expensive dinner. The first time is a particularly tricky process, and you want to be focused on that. And we were focused. 

He showed up at my apartment. Tallish, clean, neat looking. Jeans, dress shoes, button-down shirt and a sweater. Short brown hair, light brown eyes. Sweet face, nice nose, weak chin. Pleasant, unassuming, almost completely unremarkable. I wouldn't look at him twice, not that there was anything wrong with him, just that he was completely ordinary at first sight. He told me his name, I told him mine. One more unremarkable than the other.

We talked a bit about cable providers, city views, my strange apartment building and pets while we got high (my supply – I didn't want to get fucked up on some laced shit). I told him I was going to need to warm up some before diving right in. He asked me what I was comfortable doing – before I could start explaining, he had his lips on mine, and his hand under my shirt. Sigh. Exactly right. 

We moved into the bedroom. He sat on the bed, I stripped to the waist, climbed into his lap and shoved my nipples in his face. He licked them and flicked them, alternating his talented tongue between my tits and my mouth. He had me squirming on his crotch almost immediately like a champagne room dancer desperate for a tip. I didn't want this anymore – I needed it. He had my tights and panties off 10 seconds later, his hands massaging my ass cheeks, feeling my wetness running all over. "I am going to get fucked by a stranger in nothing but a skirt," I thought, and audibly gasped. 

"Is this OK?" he asked, pulling his tongue away from mine. "So good," I answered, and climbed off him, onto my knees, beginning to undo his belt. 

"I would like to take my clothes off," he said. "Would you like that?" 

"Mmmhmmm," I answered. And remembering that this guy is here to basically eat my ass, fuck me however I like it and make me scream, I practically swooned. 

He moved quickly and efficiently: The sweater came off, the shirt, the belt, the pants. His cock was rigid, long and cut, the head peeking out of his diamond-pattern boxers. It had an unusual shape – at least in my experience. It tapered down to the head – almost like a butt plug. This man was made for this job. He was so hard and I was so wet, it seemed stupid not to get a quick one in before focusing on the task at hand. 

I can't imagine any man can think too well with a raging boner, and if he's teaching me the finer points of anal exploration, he needed some blood to his brain, so I offered up my mouth, sliding off his boxers, flattening my tongue for maximum surface area and running it from the base, by his balls up to the head, teasing the top, taking him quickly into my mouth and into my throat, as far down as I could go. My eyes watered, but I didn't gag. I also didn't want to do this all day.

He liked the oral attention, and I was happy to oblige, but happier to get that thing in another hole. I don't know what came over me, but I popped his cock out of my mouth, moved up to his ear and whispered, "Please fuck me before you fuck me." 

Lucky for me, he knew exactly what I meant, and had me on my back, my skirt up around my waist, and two fingers deep in my cunt while he slid on a condom. He was talented with those fingers, so talented that I came the second his dick hit its mark. "AAHH!" I screamed. He smiled and kept pumping. "Do... it... fast. Please.... We don't have much time," I begged him. He got up on one knee and gave me the pounding of a lifetime, moving hard and fast in and out while his thumb massaged my clit. I was coming over and over and my asshole was spasming. "Touch my ass," I squeezed out between moans. He lubed up his right ring finger with my juices and slid it right in. "You're already coming in your ass," he grunted. "This is going to be so good." Two more pumps till he shot and pulled out. I felt some kind of loser abandonment for the 30 seconds he disappeared in the bathroom to ditch the condom and wash his dick. "Don't move," he said to me before he left. I stayed put.

When he returned he explained. "I'd rather you didn't clean up. Your pussy is so juicy, we can use that to get your ass ready. It's nicer for me than eating lube. Is that OK with you?"

Lying on my back, my legs flopped on either side of me, my skirt still on, pulled up to my breasts, and still feeling aftershocks? I was in no position to complain. 

"Let's talk about positions," he said. "It is easier from behind, but if you are not comfortable with that, we can start just like this."

"I love it from behind," I told him. "Should I stand up?"

"If I do this right, you won't be able to stand up – your legs will go weak."

"Ha! I like the cockiness," I said. "I'm not cocky. I'm a realist." He'd already made me come twice – hard – so I thought he was probably on to something. I got on my bed, on my hands and knees, completely at the mercy of a stranger. I never felt more excited in my life. I could have cleaned up three times over and still had enough lube for 10 rounds, my cunt was producing juice like a Florida orange farm. 

He came up behind me, put his hands on my breasts and massaged them, my nipples still hard from all of the excitement. I started swaying my hips, completely involuntarily, like some kind of cat in heat. "Open your ass for me," he said, pinching my nipples. I spread my cheeks with only the slightest hint of shame. The weed, the orgasms and the overwhelming want knocked 30 years of programming right out of me. 

"Look at that tiny tight hole," he said. OK, that was a little creepy, but the ad did say he was interested in virgin asses, so that's his thing. Fair enough. "I'm going to fuck that tight little bud." 

"Yeah," was all I could manage. I certainly meant "yeah," but I didn't know what else to say, and the man was clearly hypnotized by my unplowed ass, so I could have sang the Battle Hymn of the Republic and he wouldn't have noticed.

"I'm going to make love to your tiny pink hole with my tongue," he said by way of narration. Again, a little creeped out, but zoning out his choice of language was in my best interest. His hands came away from my breasts and rested on my hands, so we were holding me open together. He was shaking with anticipation, or maybe that was me. Either way, the shaking was minor enough that he had no problem getting his tongue all the way in with one big thrust. 

"Aahhhhh!" I screamed. It felt incredible, and not in an entirely positive way. 

"I wanted to shock you ready," he said, and moved back down, his hands now on my thighs, his tongue working slowly around my ass. He slipped a finger into my cunt, and rubbed my clit with my own juice. I jumped again, and he put that same finger at the entrance to my ass, rubbing around the edge and slipping in just to the first knuckle, moving in circles.

I've got what feels like an index finger in my ass and a tongue swirling all around the now more open hole, and I already feel full. "How is a cock getting in there?" I wondered. His finger popped out and I felt so empty. I gasped. "Fuck, this is going to get addictive, isn't it," I thought, making a mental note to order some toys STAT. 

He lubed himself up with more of my unending well of wetness, told me I could take my hands off my ass. "I've got this now." I bent forward, with my head on the bed, my hands holding my breasts and my ass in the air, hungry for more.

He returned that index finger to its rightful home, and started moving it with more purpose, opening my ass up. When the middle finger started to work its way in, I was all in. I wanted a third finger, I wanted a cock, I wanted it all. 

But not so fast – my new friend had other plans. He removed his hand, replaced just the index finger of the one hand, added the index finger of another and slowly pulled my ass open another millimeter at a time. This sounds like torture, I imagine, but it felt like heaven. He moved his fingers deftly around the circle of my ring, lavishing each exposed bit of skin with persistent attention from his tongue. He moved his mouth quickly and forcefully, and with my ass in the air and a stranger attacking it with two hands and a mouth, I came, pinching my nipples and calling his name.

But we'd only just begun. He shifted, moving up my back and whispering in my ear, "You're almost ready." I felt beyond ready, and his cock resting on my ass felt like a metal rod, but he was the expert on readiness, so I took his word for it. And then he was gone. 

Just for a moment. He returned with the lube he'd promised he'd bring, and began massaging my asshole with the warm, slick substance. It was slippery, but thicker than the lube I had encountered in my minimal experience. One finger slipped in pretty easily and he swirled it around, deeper in than he'd gone before. I swear, I felt the sensation it in my clit, in my nipples, in my teeth. He replaced the finger with a thumb as he rotated in larger circles, faster and with more force. I started rocking as if I was riding a dick. I was afraid I'd come again. With his other hand and his teeth, he ripped open another condom, slipped it on and had that arrow head at my asshole in 2 seconds flat. "This is really it," I thought. "No turning back now."

He worked in the head slowly but very surely, like squeezing into the tightest jeans, only the tightest jeans were a hole in my body I'd never let anyone in before. I had my head resting on my arms, his hands holding my ass open. When the head was in – and believe me, you know when it's in, feels like a key opening a lock, only with a hot poker, I made a deep and low sound I'd never uttered before, a mixture of relief and rapture. "You OK?" he asked. "Oh yeah," I answered. "It feels so good." 

"It's going to get even better. Hold on." He pushed his cock in further. If I thought I felt full before, this redefined the word. About halfway into my ass, he halted. My breathing, shallow and short, was not good enough for him. "Lift up your head," he ordered. "Hold yourself up with your arms. Take deeper breaths." Oh my God. The deeper the breath, the more of him I could feel inside me. I swear he was in my belly and up my spine and in my throat. This was fucking unreal. 

"You like this, don't you?" he asked. 

"I love it," I responded.

"I know. I am going to make you come so hard, and then I am going to come, and you are going to thank me."

Normally, I'd want to punch a guy for saying something like that, but I just wiggled my ass in response. He took the hint and pushed all the way in. I saw stars. I cried out. He held still, all the way in, for two minutes that felt like 10 hours. "Are you ready?" he asked. "Fuck me now," I gasped. 

And he started moving, slowly at first, his hands moving up from my hips to my breasts, holding them, squeezing them. Now I understood when people described the feeling as a burn – it definitely felt like a burn, but ohh, what a good burn. A slow burn that heated up every cell in my body. I could not shut up, groaning and grunting with each move. He started moving faster, his hands slipping down to my hips, pumping quickly now, his balls slapping me. My head spinning, I dropped my forehead down, my arms collapsing onto my breasts, nothing up but my full, fucked ass, with that damn skirt flying from the forceful motion. "Rub your pussy" he said. "I.... can't!" I answered. "I can't move." 

He took one hand from my hip and moved to my cunt, slipping a finger in while his thumb rested on my clit. I felt like a bowling ball – the world's luckiest bowling ball. "Can you feel me?" he asked, wiggling the finger inside me. My answer is hard to pin down, but if I had to spell it, it would look something like "Aarghmmnn" followed by a sharp cry of release. 

I have never come so hard. Still riding the wave of that insane orgasm, and with my head still down, I pulled my hands from my breasts and put them at my side in an attempt to pull my upper body into a more upright position. The hands he'd slowly removed from my cunt now holding my hips so tight I knew he'd leave a mark, he began pumping with renewed focus. First fast and shallow, then deep and slow, then fast and deep and hard and oh fuck, I was coming again and this time he was too. The sound of his orgasm escaped from his throat, and not dissimilar to a seal being beaten, it was not attractive. But the feeling of his pulsating dick shooting cum? I could feel the shoot , even in the condom, my ass was pulled so tight around him, so sensitive and raw and hot . That was like a victory. 

He pulled out, tossed the condom in the general direction of the trash and fell on top of me. I rolled over, wrapped my legs around him and yes, I thanked him. While my body vibrated, my asshole spasmed, my nipples ached and my cunt continued to leak, I whispered my gratitude in the ear of the ordinary stranger.



Answering the Call



You are heat and I am fire. Our relationship isn't traditional in any sense of the word. We simple fulfill certain desires for each other, however strange, as they might seem. Often times we don't realize these unusual wishes until the heat of a moment or in response to feelings brought on by the strains and delights of daily life. Never have I shared in such decadent ecstasy or experienced a more giving and responsive lover. It's like you emotionally and physically ache to share your pleasure with me and me with you for that matter. 

In many ways our relationship is the best natural medicine one could find. In other ways, it is a deadly poison that is slowly killing us! This is probably due to the fact that we actually have genuine feelings of love for one another. All the while, we adamantly refuse to allow them to come to full fruition and until recently, we had no idea why. 

Today, you ask me one of those loaded questions that would stop a lesser man dead in his tracks. Standing in the bathroom shaving the last stroke on my well-groomed man meat when my phone lets out a buzz. It is a message from you.

"If you want to see me today, you will tell me why you need me in your life." 

Laying down my razor and grabbing the phone, I began to type....

"Good question! You know I've asked myself that very question many times, along with a few others. .... Have I become accustomed to her? Am I addicted to her? Could I be using her exacerbating my own depraved desires? Does she fill my loneliness void with companionship? Is she special to me? Is this something more? (The answer is yes to all by the way) The world and life's hard knocks can often leave existence complicated, cold, and lonely! Then is when I remember that in which my heart and soul will not let me forget.... In your presence or even thinking of you, deep down I hear and feel not a question but an answer... The answer to my heart's songs... They are not spoken words... But a response nonetheless... it's warmth that radiates from the core of your being... it wraps me up so completely and you so abundantly give it. I doubt you can control it! Nor can I... My flames burn a brilliant blue when we are together! The warmth we create, I bath and revel in it! It makes pain and problems seem to just melt away or at least seem not so important. I know not a better reason to need another person in your life!" 

My phone buzzes again. "I'm on my way!" 

My imagination begins to run wild and my cock awakes flooded with anticipation! I can't help but to cup my balls and give them a nice squeeze. "Patience fellows you know she will be taking good care of you soon!" I say looking down between my legs.

I walk to the shower, turn the knobs, and adjust the temperature of the water. Stepping into the stall, I feel the warm streams of water washing over my body. It makes me think of you and my mind begins to wonder.

You're an independent kind of woman that, for your early thirties, provides very well for yourself. Looking at you, most would say your cute and attractive but in an average kind of way. Mainly because of your professional and conservative wardrobe and style. If only they could see you the way I do, with your hair and guard down, your utterly irresistible! Your face is as unique as it is beautiful. Though, you hide it behind a pair of large frame glasses. 

You stand slightly taller than average, you have a toned to average very manicured slightly freckled smooth body, shoulder length flowing dark red hair, an adventurous personality, and a sweetly compassionate but far from naive personality!

If I had to acknowledge any flaws, I could only say that you lack real vulnerability, control, and personal awareness. As a lover, your very accommodating and get what want, at the same time. You're amazing in all senses of the word. 

An idea pops into my head, the new toy box, I just bought! I quickly wash my body, wanting to hurry and prepare for your arrival. It took maybe 3 minutes, at most! Off goes the water, followed by hasty drying. I sling the towel around my waist and trot off towards my bedroom straight to the side of my bed. Dropping to my knees, I frantically search for the box. Oh yeah, I found it! I toss it on the bed; rip off the wrapping, and flip open the top. The items inside seem to glisten and shine not unlike pieces of treasure in a chest. My body surges with excitement at the sight of handcuffs, a blindfold, a ball gag, nipple clamps, and more! I feel strange and all tingly inside. 

Ding Dong! Oh yeah, your here! Like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, I quickly close the lid, turn around, and trot to the front door. I grab the handle and swing the door open. There you are.... I'm shocked and caught off guard, as your knees are firmly resting on my door mate! 

"My I come in Sir" you ask?

My mouth was hanging open and slobber is trying to escape. I mustered the will to say. "Sure kitten!" 

You lift your left hand to crawl in and my mind spins uncontrollably. I hear the click of the tumblers, my brain stops immediately, and my body jolts! Anger radiates to every muscle but I am able to control it. "Are you forgetting something!" I shout, demanding a response. 

You freeze looking into my eyes, seeing the flames and a touch of mercy, and your cheeks turn red. ......... "What am I forgetting Sir," you ask? 

"Wipe your dirty paws kitten!" I demand 

You smile so big at me. "I am sorry Sir... I don't know where my manners are today," you reply. You wipe your hands and knees on my mate very well and crawl on in. 

Once you pass the door, I close it with a slam behind you. You crawl a few feet into my foyer. Your ass is amazing as you slink ever so seductively to the center and kneel before me. 

"What brings you here, kitten," I ask?" 

You meow, as if in heat. "I have come to offer myself and servitude to you, Sir, " you say.

"Really, why would I want your servitude kitten?" I question. 

"I would please you in anyway and anytime you want Sir!" you purr.

My cock bulges under the towel stretching it nearly open. "Remove your clothes, so I can have a better look at you!" I insisted. 

Responding favorably to my command, you took off your shirt revealing you bra-less state. Your tits, very nice and close to symmetrical C cups, rest naturally soft but firm on your chest. I carefully exam your nipples. They sit just atop of the round curve of your breast nearly centered and their size is wonderful about the same as the tip of my pinky. I really love them! 

Lost in my booby gazing state, I just notice your not wearing any panties either. As you stretch up to pull your skirt down, I demand you leave it! You adjust back to your knees like a good girl. I remain silent and focus as to be considering the idea.  

You meow while leaning back exposing your beautiful pussy, she is trimmed very close in a cute diamond shape. "I want you to use and abuse me anyway you see fit!" you purr. My cock throbs again more violently and brakes the towels hold and it falls to floor. You smile and your eyes dance as if you are eye raping my love gun, which made him even harder! 

Words came out of my mouth that I didn't know I possessed... "I will demand your total submission and you will be punished severely if I am at all dissatisfied and I will test you and if I am satisfied, I will train you!" I announce. Precum dribbles from my cock as it throbs again. Your eyes widened like an addicts in dyer need of a taste. "Come here and catch my cum before it's wasted and falls to the floor!" I order. You spring into action before the words even left my lips and position yourself, mouth wide, to accept my seed. It rolls to end of the swollen tip and your body surges all over. 

Moments seem like hours as we watch. "Wait for it!" I demand. You clasp your hands together tightly to help fight off the urge. Your obedience forces a reaction deep with in me and a huge amount of precum bubbles up from my wanting balls causing my fluids to spill on to your tongue! You moaned loudly and your nipples harden exposing your bodies strong need to be used. 

"Go to the living room and wait for me by my chair!" I command.

You shifted back to your hands and knees and crawled toward your assigned post. I couldn't help but to pause and watch your ass sway from left to right. My brain smacks me from the inside, reminding me of my new toy box. 

I walk to my bedroom and grab the black box from my bed. I hurry to join you in the living room. You are perched at attention by my chair. I lay the box on the coffee table, pull the ottoman over, and have a seat. A flip open the lid and it flops on table revealing its contents. I hear you gasp. "Pipe down over there kitten, I'll be with you in a moment," I said. You return to attention and I go back to my careful selection. I pull out a black leather studded collar with a leash ring on it. Ahhhh not just yet, I thought and lie it on the table beside the box. "Oh yeah!" I exclaim as I pull out a pair of handcuffs. I quickly turn to you and motion for you to come. You crawl over trying to fight back a smile. I spin my finger at you and you turn around and raise your wrist. Click click, I lock them down and follow it with a smack to the ass! 

"We are going to have some fun now Kitten!" I announce. I stand up in front of you. My rock hard cock is just inches from your mouth and you lick you lips preparing for its entrance. "Deep throat all of it now kitten!" I demand. 

"But Sir you know it's too big for me to take it all!" you whimper.

I grab a hand full of you hair... and growl. "I didn't ask you... And I know better than you what you can take!" "Now swallow it!" I yell. You plunge my cock deep inside your mouth to the entrance of your throat and gag and come back up. "That was just half, you bitch," I point out. 

You start whining again. "Your so big Sir, I can't take it!' 

"We will just see about that cum slut!" I exclaim. "Now, turn around and stick that ass up!' I demanded. 

You turn with signs of fear in your eyes. I pull the leather flogger from the box. 

"Sir please, I will try again!" you beg. 

"You had your chance, bitch.... now prepare yourself!" I howl. I raise this wonderful tool in my left hand. An amazing feeling courses through my veins. 

"Now count for me or I will not stop!" 

I decide an appropriate mid level swing for the first strike. Slap!!! 

"Ouch!" you scram. "Oh my God, that fucking shit hurts!" you cry.

"Well that's was only a half hearted swing, which should mean something to you bitch!" I shout. "You were only going to get three but now I guess it's four!" I explain. 

"Ok Sir but please be a little easier on me," you say as you stick your ass back up. 

I can see red marks forming on your sweet cheeks and my cock pulses. "Be sure to count," I remind. Slap!! Just a little harder! 

"Fuck!!!, One!" you yell. Slap!!! Another mid-level. "Two Sir!" you call out. My cock throbs. Now a little harder again! Slap!!!!! "Owww!" you scream with tears swelling in your eyes. "Three sir", you whimper. 

Immediately, I began kissing and sweetly licking all the red marks on your ass. 

"Thank you Sir, for wiping my ass," you say without being told. 

Ummm my body quivers and my cock begins to dribble again. 

"Can I have it Sir, please?" you ask. 

"Sure kitten", I reply as I use my finger to scoop it up.

You open your mouth, stick out your tongue, and I smear all over your tongue. "Ummm, thank you Sir.. I love it," you purr! 

"Good now take my cock in your throat!" I demand. 

"Sir, I really don't think I can... Will you force it down for me?" you request. "Please, Sir!" you beg. "I won't fight you!" you add. 

"Ok slut open your mouth and stick out your tongue!" I order. 

You smile and do what your told like a good girl. 

"If you touch me with your teeth I will spank your pussy!" I promise you. I slide my cock in your mouth filling it completely and resting it at the entrance to your throat! Without warning, I ram it down all the way! "Ummm that's right bitch you have it all now," I tell you. Your throat puffs up and you start gagging violently so I bring my cock back up to your mouth and let you breathe twice. Then, I ram it back down and hold you there and pump a several times. Uncontrollably, I slap your face a few times fairly lightly. I moan and release you and immediately you start coughing and gagging. 

You look at me with tears streaming down your cheeks and say "Oh thank you Sir!" 

I had to stop my self from telling you what I was thinking.... It was way too gushy for this moment. "You did good kitten, as reward you can suck my dick however you want to," I say. I lean over and plunge two fingers into your sweet pussy. "What are you waiting for?" I ask. "Get started while I fuck your cunt with my fingers!" I demand. You smile so big! "Your pussy is sopping wet you dirty little whore!" I say in a response to your excitement. 

"Your the reason Sir," you reply just before taking me back in your mouth. 

Damn your working my dick so good! I began pumping your little box harder and harder. You moan out and your juices start dripping out of your wonderfully tight pussy! You take me deeper and deeper.... Then drop like a pro and throat me while still gagging but you just did it all by yourself. You continue sucking and I keep fingering, pausing only to move my thumb to your clit! My dick head is swelling and you are going deeper again. I grab your hair and pull you to a standing position! "Not so fast you greedy little cum slut!" I growl. You have other holes for me. "Get that ass on my chair, now Kitten!" I order. 

You run and jump on it and stick your ass out for me. Looking at my dick, you say, "Good God yes ...Sir please fuck me!" 

Your pussy is glistening with your ample juices. I can't resist.... I lick you deeply from clit all the way around to the top your ass crack, in one stroke! Your body spasms and you lose control of your legs and fall to the chair. Quickly you get back up and beet red and embarrassed look! . I return and lick around and around your clit. You moan and dig your nails into my headrest! Then, I move to your awaiting pussy hole and bury my tongue in her and starting fucking it! 

"Oh my God Sir!" you scream. "I can't take it, can I cum Sir?" you ask. 

I spit on my fingers, start passionately rubbing your clit, and respond with, "yes my kitten cum for me!" I work your clit and tongue fuck that beautiful pussy to the best of my ability! 

"I'm cummmmmming Sir!" you cry out. 

So I pitch down on your clit and pound your pussy with my tongue!!! You scream and cum so violently on my face! My beard is wet and sticky now. You collapse on my chair and I watch your body quiver! I lean down and kiss your neck and ear softly! 

You roll around and say, "Sir that was over-the-top incredible!" Regaining your composure you look into my eyes so innocently and ask me, "How can I serve you now, Sir?" 

"Ha ha ha so cute... I'm going to take all of you, kitten... completely," I answer. 

You bite your lip because you know I am taking about your ass too! "Are you going to put it in my butt Sir?" you ask in a scared voice. 

"No kitten, I am going to fuck you in your ass!" I shout. 

You lower your head and say, "I will try Sir." 

"Get the fuck out of my chair bitch and bend over on the table!" I order. 

You jump up, obviously remembering the flogging you received earlier. "Now stay and wait!" I command. "You just sit there and remember what trying got your ass earlier!" I shout with little mercy in my eyes. 

I go to the bathroom and grab the lube. I was thinking back to the only time we had tried anal. You were reluctant but allowed me to enter your tight little ass but only the head. You begged me to take it out! So I did.... Can I continue through her begging? So I thought back to the question you messaged me.... And how you had initiated the contract too. I remember how you cried the night after the anal failing. You said, "you didn't deserve me and somehow you would make it up to me!" I told you that it was not a big deal and that I didn't want you to make up anything to me. You cut me off quickly and said, "it's not just for you... it's for me!" I didn't know what she meant... Could this be it? It must be! Is this her way of committing to our relationship? Ok I can do this.... 

I walk to the entrance to the living room and said to myself, "I am going to do this for her." Gears in my brain turn again and lock, abruptly! "You fucking cunt!" I yell. "What the hell do you think you are doing looking in my toy box?" I ask. 

She snaps back in place. "Sir, I am sorry," you whimper. 

"Yeah your sorry.... A sorry ass whore that needs to be thought a lesson!" I exclaim. 

"Sir, I won't do it again I promise!" you cry. 

"Oh, I fucking know you wont!" I shout. "Give me your new ball gag from the box!" I demand. You hesitate. "Now bitch!" I growl. Quickly, you grab it with your teeth and bring it to me with your head down. You must be too scared to look in my eyes now. I put it on and synch the straps tight! I lean down and growl in your ear! "I know you want me to do it for you again, don't you!" I whisper. You knob your head yes! "Well you stupid fucking cunt you are going to be broken now!" I howl. 

I grab the bottle of lube and my cock begins swelling again. I simple say, "here", and I jammed my cock, balls deep in your gorgeous pussy. You struggle in your cuffs and grunt into your ball. "I going to get my dick rock hard by fuck your pretty little pussy!" I call out. "Know that when I am done with you bitch ... you will be a worn out whore!" I hear my animal side shout. 

With cock now hard, I start slamming it into you just as hard I can. You moan with every stroke! Then, I squirt some lube on my fingers and then some on that tight asshole. I lean back and press my fingers into you anal hole slow and easy. You grunt and cringe! "Oh yeah, my slut I just need to loosen this little rosebud for my cock," I whisper. I laugh and say, "I have already stretched the hell out of your pussy!" I began pumping my probing fingers inside you as you grunt for the first ten strokes or so ... well until I start fucking your pussy again and you quickly turn back to moans! 

After a few mins, I decide its time to start spreading my finger. Again, you grunt as I spread them as fair as I can and quickly insert a third! More grunts as I begin to pump them deeper and deeper! All fades to moans though, as I return focus on your pussy. It is getting so sloppy on my cock now. You may never know how much pleasure it gives me. If not for the task at hand, I would have already erupted by now but you need this! 

I take a deep breath and stop everything and slide my cock and finger from your beautiful holes. You left your head trying to look at me but I reject the contact. Reaching for the lube, I see a glimmer from the box. An O so inviting set of nipple clamps were calling to me. My mind dances and pulses with ideas but I resist, in protest I might add! I coat my engorged member with a generous amount of lube. I see you trying to situate, as if I would let that happen. 

I move him closer to enter your sweet anal opening. You twist and put your fucking hands on my stomach as to try to control me! "That's it, you have done it now, you hard headed little bitch!" I roar at you. I grab the clamps and grip my right arm around your neck and pull you to my chest! "You must learn to never question me!" I yell. I squeeze open the clamp and show it to you. I slowly guide it to your right nipple. I tease it a bit with the cold metal and your nipple stiffens even harder. With a snap, the clip bites down into your nipple flesh! You began thrashing, crying, and yes grunting like hell! I bear down to hold you tight as I squeeze the other clamp open. You try uselessly to pull away! With another Snap, it too bites into your other tender nipple skin! I reach for a chain with chips on both ends. I find the ring on your left nipple clamp and fasten the chain. I wrap the chain around your back and clip the other end of the chain to the right nipple clamp ring. My blood begins to boil in response to the overwhelming excitement! 




Answering the Call



"Now if you move again I will yank your reigns and make them rip the champs right off your nipples," I explain. I lay you back across the table and position you just right. I rub you on the neck and shoulders like a good little horsy. Your ass cheeks are so inviting, I cannot resist squeezing them with both hands. "Get ready for your ride, kitten," I warn. I add a little more lube to your hole and the tip of my cock. 

Your eyes close and you face forward with your head down. You adjust your knees spreading your ass even wider for me. I began teasing your hole with my dick head, up down and around. Then, without a second thought I jab it in, just past the head with a umm! Your head rises with a grunt, you tense up, and your legs quiver. I let you relax and I rub your neck again and say, "It's okay girl." Then, I plunge it half way in with another ummm!!! Again you raise your head, tense up, and let out a deeper grunt!! Your ass is trying to strangle my cock and it feels so good! I wait until I feel you relax again and rub your neck and say, "that's a real good girl." Then you reach hand back towards me and I quickly pull lightly on your reigns and you slam you hands back down to your back. 

Then another Ummmm, I plunge to the max deep and lay my weight on top of you! You grunt so loudly and tears stream from your eyes. Your whole body quivers and shakes like a seizure of sorts. I lean down and start licking your tears... so salty and good. " Very good Kitten," I say as I kiss your neck once, twice, three times. You shake your head no! Without warning and with my weight still pressing down on you pull my cock up so my head is at your entrance of you hole. From head to base and plunge to max depth again! More grunts, tremors, and tears flood from you! Now that's how a real slut takes a dick! To my surprise, you shake your head yes! 

I lean down and whisper in your ear, "I will remove your ball gag kitten if you promise not to speak until spoken too." You nod yes! I unsynch the strap and pull it off. "Now kitten, I am going to lean back up and get ready to fuck your ass but remember I control the reigns!" I re-emphasize. I pull tight on your reigns and push my cock as hard as I can into your ass. Oh damn, your asshole feels so good. Awwww, from tip to base, I take my cock into your ass! You grunt and whimper even though your trying to hold it in. He is so hard now and I know that I can't take it long. 

I start pumping your anus like I own you and began thinking to myself, I do fucking own you! This bitch is just going to have to take it! I look down and see you trying to block out the moment by biting your lip. "Slut did I say you could do that," I growled. 

"Noooo sir", you replied, as you looked at me with your scared and tearful but still wanting eyes. 

"You should know by now bitch you have to learn to do exactly what you are told," I say, as I pull the reigns tighter and reach around to your pussy and jam two fingers into you. You let out the deepest moan I have ever heard from you! 

Damn your pussy is so sloppy wet. I respond by fucking your ass just as hard as I can. You moan louder and deeper! I take that as a cue to start fucking your pussy harder with my fingers and to rub your clit with my thumb. You resort to mumbling in tongues at this point! Your body tenses and my cock surges right into climax pre-mode! I pull your reigns harder than ever causing them to dig into your sweet nipple meat and your scream is deafening! 

"Kitten, I accept you as my slave for training, you filthy animal!" I exclaim! "Now call me by my true name!" I demand.

"Your my Master!" you scream.

My eyes roll back into my head and I thought the ecstasy was surely at it's peak. Until I heard you cry out, "Master can I cum too?" 

"Yes kitten cum for me!" I yell as the world disappears and wave after of pleasure rips through our bodies.

All I could hear was you screaming in the background! A flood of comfort and warmth engulf my entire being. I lay in bliss from what seemed like hours. I awake to your body shaking on top of me! I was lying on my back in the floor with you back to my chest. I must have collapse. Since I had your pussy and the reigns, I doubt you had little choice but to follow! I gently slide my cock from your anal peach and move from under you. 

Your eyes slowly and open locked with mine. "I love you Master", you say in the sweetest little voice. 

"I know kitten", I reply, as I began to stroke your hair.

You got up on your knees and shuffle over to the table with a grin. With your teeth, you grab your collar and shuffle back. I took it from you and you bowed your head. Without any reservations, I wrap it around your neck, synch it tight, and belt it. You seemed so proud and content with it on. Burying your face in my chest, you snuggle up so close. It felt as if, we finally felt the real closeness we were searching for! 

"You know, I had no idea you were so skilled Master," you whisper.

"Neither did I kitten, It was simply what you needed me from me," I respond. 

"I have often wondered, master, if I could be dominant like that or if you could ever be submissive," you say. 

I envision you being in complete control of me and out of nowhere my cock jolts to attention! Your eyes widen and my heart races...



Answering the Call



Max and Brooklyn had been dating for six months but so far it was mostly long distance. They had met at her school of all places. He was in his uniform, so was she. He was a private in the United States Army. She was a senior at St. Mary's. She thought he looked nice in his crisp uniform.

He had come together with the recruiter to speak with students about joining the army. When she saw him she was suddenly very interested in joining the army. Not really, but they talked so much, that he couldn't talk with any of the other students. She took a whole pile of brochures with her so that he wouldn't get in trouble. Now, since she turned 18 she gets junk mail from the army all the time. 

He only got leave one weekend a month, so they couldn't see each other very often. But they had really made a connection and they chatted online almost every night. She would get excited every time she saw that he was online.

Brooklyn loved it when he called, he had such a warm voice. Sometimes they would talk until late into the night, but they couldn't do that often. He had to be up and dressed ready for first call at 5:00 am. Once they talked all night and he had to go without sleep. He walked around all day exhausted. She didn't want that to happen again.

These days though she rarely saw him online, and she never got a call from him. It had been four months since he had been posted in Iraq. She missed him so much. And she prayed for him every day.

That's why she was so surprised when she answered the phone and she heard his voice. She almost melted right where she was standing.

They talked. She cried. She laughed. He was fine. He was safe. He missed her. A lot.

They were talking about 10 minutes when he asked her what she was wearing.

"The usual", she replied, "Same thing I always have to wear when I'm at school."

"I like it." he said. "That's what you were wearing when we met. You make plaid look hot."

"So you think I look hot in my uniform, eh?" she smiled.

"Of course, why do you think I started talking to you?"

"That was your job! You were serving your country!" she replied.

"Yeah but I could have talked with anyone. I chose you."

She liked hearing him talk this way. She knew he liked her of course but he rarely talked about these things. He preferred to leave them unsaid.

"So what about under the skirt... is that standard issue too?"

Brooklyn blushed. Did he just ask what she thought he did?

"Um...no. They don't have a policy about under the skirt." She paused, "I'm wearing my light blue panties." She felt really shy talking about her underwear with him. They certainly had never talked about anything like this before. They had made out of course. And she had even let him touch her down there once through her skirt, but she had never even shown him her panties, let alone talk about them.

"Light blue, huh. They sound cute. I wish I could see you in them" he sighed. "I wish I could be with you."

"I wish I could be with you too. I want you to hold me, touch me" she said.

"Well, I'm not there right now but maybe I can touch you from a distance."

"What do you mean? How?"

"Do what I tell you to, and imagine that it's me doing it."

She thought about that. It made her heart start beating. What would he ask her to do?

"Are you up for it?" he asked.

She nodded. And then remembering that she was on the phone, she replied quietly, 'okay, I guess."

"Put your hand on your thigh. Feel the warmth on your leg. That is my hand. I am with you."

Brooklyn did as she was told to do. She knew that it was her hand on her leg, but somehow it also seemed like Max really was there with her.

"Move your hand up and slide it under your skirt all the way up to the hem of your light blue panties but don't touch them." he said to her in his warm voice.

She imagined he was with her and that it was his hand moving under her skirt. If he had been there she would pushed his hand away. But it wasn't him, was it.

"Now with your forefinger and middle finger stroke yourself through your panties."

She did what she was told and felt herself getting flushed. She had touched herself like this before but always alone and in the dark and although Max wasn't there, it felt like he was right next to her speaking into her ear.

"Slide you hand into your panties. Don't take them off. Just slip your hand under your panties and continue to stroke yourself."

Her fingers glided across her smooth shaved Mons and over her sensitive lips. She had started to get wet and the liquid covered her fingers.

"Now squeeze your clit gently with your fingers."

She had never heard him use the word 'clit' before, but she did as she was asked.

"Is it hard?"

"uh yeah, it's hard." she replied. It was somehow harder to speak than to follow his other instructions. It turned her on hearing her own voice talking about her pussy.

"Good." he replied. "Keep rubbing it, but I want you to insert one of your fingers into you."

She did as she was told. The sensations of her rubbing her clit and her inserting her fingers were starting to take their toll on her. She lay back on the chair she was sitting on and arched her back slightly. She was going to cum any second now.

Suddenly without warning she let out a quiet moan. She was cumming. This was the strongest it had ever been. Somehow knowing that Max was with her made it much more exciting. Her orgasm spread throughout her body and her moan got louder. It felt good to release all this tension inside of her.

"Wow" was all Max said. "Well I hate to run off but I have got to go. I only had telephone privileges for 20 minutes and its been 22 minutes already."

She walked up to her bedroom, her panties a sticky uncomfortable mess, feeling proud. Today she had served her country.



Answering the Personals



Claudia awoke slowly from her deep slumber with her mind fogged by too much wine and the events of last night. Her first sensation was of a sticky substance on her eyes, cheeks and neck. Brushing it with her fingers she tasted its sweet, salty flavor. Sperm, she thought, cum, jism, whatever you called it, it was pasted over her. 

Suddenly the memories of last night flooded her consciousness. She felt something long and hard nestled between her legs and realized she was not in bed alone. A smile came across her face as she remembered. James something-or-other was his name and the hard object between her legs was his cock and it instantly came to life at her touch. James stayed asleep but his cock, eight inches long and a coal-dark ebony in color, was awake. 

Tucking it deep inside her pussy Claudia relaxed and enjoyed herself, pulsing the muscles of her vagina against James’s ever-hardening cock. Turning her head to the other side she remembered that James was not her only companion. Lying on his side, his cock a mirror image of James’s, was James’s brother whose name totally escaped her. Who cares about names, she thought as she stroked his cock to life with her other hand. Within minutes the three bedmates were all awake with the two men furiously pounding at Claudia, one cock in her deep, wet pussy with the other between her lips.

That’s where I enter the story. My name is Doug and Claudia is my shapely wife, even after 18 years of marriage and 3 kids. Claudia is just as beautiful as the day I met her with her 5 foot ten inch classic frame accented by the longest legs I have ever seen. She has the same long, waist length brown hair she had in college complemented by her ice-blue eyes. The only difference between then and now is the boob job she had done last summer that turned her 36DD’s into at least EEE’s. The aureolae on them are the size of saucers and her nipples stay at constant attention.

Opening the door to the bedroom I came upon the three of them. Still amazed at Claudia’s raw sensuality I kept myself quiet so as not to disturb them. After about five minutes all three climaxed at virtually the same time with Claudia’s patented love cries echoing through the house while her bedmates erupted on her with ropy lengths of cum. Finishing her orgasm, she spied me in the doorway and said, “Doug, lover, meet my new friends, James and his brother, errr-what’s your name?”

“Ernest,” replied the figure on the bed.

Shaking hands with my wife’s newfound friends I helped her off the bed and into the shower. But, let’s start at the beginning so I can tell you how we got here. Let’s go back in time about a month

A month ago…

Our sex lives had gotten stale and unfulfilling as do many couples in long marriages. Predictable was the word for it. In and out, top and bottom, our lovemaking became less and less pleasurable. Even though Claudia was just as beautiful as the day I had met her and she had a figure dominated by breast enhancement surgery last summer, our sex lives just weren’t clicking. One day, while surfing the internet in boredom I happened upon a website offering adult personals. Hmm, I thought, this looks interesting. Logging onto the site I found a plethora of ads for and from men, women, men and women, even men and men. One ad really caught my eye. It was from a man and woman couple listing themselves as ‘hotcouple3151’ with their ages at just about ours. Reading through the ad, it asked for couples in need of a spark for their relationship and who were interested in what was termed “intimate games.” That’s us, I thought. Well, me anyhow, hoping Claudia would agree. So, I replied, describing Claudia and I and our situation. 

After a few days I had almost forgotten about the personal ads when, in checking my email, I saw a message from ‘hotcouple 3151’. Opening it I read with increasing arousal a letter from ‘Dan and Ellen’, describing in minute detail how to spice up a marriage, with Dan and Ellen’s help of course. They told of how their marriage’s sex bliss was resurrected by experimenting with threesomes, foursomes and moresomes. They left a phone number to call. It sounded just right to me and I hoped that Claudia would be as turned on as I was. 

I printed the email and left it on the kitchen table in the hope that Claudia would see it; I wanted her to feel like I did about such an adventure. She must have read the email because it was not on the table when I went back in the kitchen later. However, she said nothing about it all evening. Later, as we lay in bed watching Leno and trying to fall asleep, Claudia surprised me by saying, “Doug, why don’t you call the number that our new friends Dan and Ellen had in their email. I’ll bet a penny to a dollar that Dan has a positively magnificent cock if Ellen is as happy as she sounds in the message.” With that Claudia rolled over and went to sleep. To stunned to sleep, I could only lay in bed and imagine what was in store for us after I made that phone call.

That next day I rolled the previous day’s events over and over in my mind. What to say when I called? How do these things work? I finally decided just to call and get it over with.

On the fourth ring a woman answered. “Hello,” she said with a trace of a southern accent.

“He-, he-, hello,” I stammered, the nervousness coming through loud and clear. “This is Doug calling, I answered your personal ad and you mailed me your phone number.”

The woman instantly answered, “You must be the Doug from Doug and Claudia, I’m Ellen, Dan’s wife. I’m glad you answered our ad.”

Ellen went on to describe the service they provided, putting me more and more at ease the longer she talked. And more and more aroused by what I heard. It seems that Dan and Ellen operated a sort of group counseling service for married couples in need of adding spice to their marriage. They held what Ellen called “encounter sessions” at their home where husbands and wives could explore their innermost feelings and erotic fantasies, all in complete discretion. 

I pressed her for details but she told me that Claudia and I would have to trust her and Dan and, as she said, “come see for yourself.” She invited Claudia and I over to their house the very next night so we could “sample” the service they provided and decide for ourselves if it was right for us. As long as Claudia was willing, of course. I certainly was. In fact, I gave to Ellen Claudia’s phone number so the two women could talk, thinking that might be a good way to entice Claudia to join me. As I later found out, I needn’t have worried a bit. Claudia was every bit as excited about our newfound friends as I was, even more so.

“Dress casual” were the instructions Ellen gave to me for dinner, along with their address. She must have given Claudia some different advice as she appeared from the bedroom for dinner dressed in a low-cut dinner dress, bra-less, with her cleavage prominently displayed. Five-inch platform ‘come fuck me’ shoes completed her ensemble. Thinking I had died and gone to heaven, we left for dinner.

Dan and Ellen lived in a 1920’s vintage house on the outskirts of town, a three-story with antebellum columns in front. Ringing the doorbell, we were greeted by Ellen, a redhead with fiery green eyes and set of tits to rival Claudia’s. She looked to be in her early 30’s, about the same as Claudia and I. Escorting us into the house we went to the living room where we met Dan. He was my height, stockier, in his early 50’s, and I sensed an electric charge flow between them as he politely shook hands with Claudia. 

A few glasses of wine and some small talk was all that was needed to break the ice. Dan and Ellen were the perfect host and hostess and, over dinner, explained to us they had met many other couples like us and understood that we might be nervous about their ‘services’. To help assure us of their well-meaning, after dinner Ellen invited me to join her on the deck outside for a drink while Dan entertained Claudia inside. Hey, I thought, now we’re getting down to business.

Ellen’s raven hair was a perfect match for the setting sun. As we watched it slowly sink in the horizon Ellen turned to me and asked, “Tell me, Doug, does it turn you on to think of Claudia with another man, even more than one at a time? I can tell you that in my conversations with Claudia she thinks that watching you with another woman would be very erotic. You are a lucky guy, Doug, many wives would feel threatened.” As she talked she moved closer to me on the deck, close enough for me to feel her hardened nipples against my arm. I placed my arm around her waist and we turned to each other, kissing passionately. Ellen’s hand moved to the ever-hardening bulge at my crotch and massaged my cock through my pants. 

Breaking from our embrace for a moment, Ellen said to me, “Let me show you something that I think you will like, Doug” and she pointed me to a stairwell that ran from the deck to one of the upper bedrooms. At the top of the stairwell we found ourselves in front of a window, peering into the bedroom. There I saw Dan and my wife, Claudia, locked in a similar embrace. “Watch now, Doug, see if this turns you on,” said Ellen.

I watched in rapt fascination as Claudia dropped to her knees in front of Dan, unzipped his pants, and brought forward Dan’s cock. It must have been at least 8 inches long but Claudia expertly swallowed every inch, deep-throating Dan as he stood in silent ecstasy. Not to be outdone, Ellen took out my now-erect cock and treated me to the same pleasure. I stifled a moan of pleasure as I watched my wife suck another man’s cock while a woman I had just met tonight sucked my own rock-hard member. 

The feelings were simply too much for me to withstand and I shot forth multiple wads of white, sticky jism onto Ellen’s face and hands. Dan must have been feeling the same as I was because he duplicated my act with his cum on Claudia. I both watched and felt the two women lap up every drop of cum we had made, licking their fingers to get at every bit. Then, to my surprise, Claudia turned to the window, gave Ellen a wink and a smile, and rearranged herself. A setup, I thought. They had planned this for me. Yes, I had REALLY died and gone to heaven. The best part was yet to come. Dan and Ellen invited us to their next ‘intimate encounter’ session, which was three weeks from now on a Saturday night.

Those three weeks were a blur. On Friday night before the session Claudia and I packed the kids up and sent them to stay with my parents for the weekend, leaving us all alone. On Saturday morning, Claudia left the house saying she was going to get her hair done, you know, for the big evening. Also, she just might pickup something new to wear. 

Claudia got home later that afternoon and went straight to our room, telling me she had surprise in store for me. Just 30 minutes before we were to leave for the encounter session Claudia emerged from our bedroom, took two twirls around the house and said to me, “Well, lover, how do I look.”

I was speechless. The woman I had married and had children with had become a sex goddess. Claudia was dressed in a form-fitting black dress that reached all the way to her toes. Slit up the side all the way to her waist, her long legs went perfectly with the high heels. Her long hair was piled on top of her head in a way that I knew was just one hair clip from cascading over her shoulders.

“Let’s go, dear,” she said, “We don’t want to keep the others waiting.” And with that we left.

Dan and Ellen’s house looked no different than it did a few nights ago except this time there were at least 5 cars parked in the long, circular drive. Ringing the doorbell, it was answered by a tall, muscular black man in a waiter’s tuxedo-from the waist up. From the waist down James was clad in only a thong and his cock bulged at the tight-fitting fabric. “Welcome,” he said, “please come in and join the party. You must be Doug and Claudia. All the other guests are here. You can call me James. I am here to help you in any way I can.”

James took Claudia by the arm and led us into Dan and Ellen’s large circular living room where six other couples greeted us. As we rounded the corner, Claudia reached down and patted James on his bulging cock, probably just to convince herself that it was real. A smile passed between them. Humm, I thought. Only here a few minutes and things are already interesting. 

Introducing us around, I lost track of names but not faces. We mingled with the group, our unfamiliarity becoming less and less as we talked and sipped wine. James served drinks and snacks to the group and at one point I blinked in astonishment as I watched James walk into the kitchen only to immediately walk from another room. One of the other guests caught my incredulity. “You’re not seeing things,” he said, “that’s James’ twin brother. Quite a pair aren’t they.” They certainly were. More than one of the women in the room decided to check to see if their equipment was as big as it looked through the thong.

After about a half-hour James and his brother asked each of the 6 male guests if they would come into an adjacent side room. There we were greeted by Dan who told us we were about to participate in an ‘intimacy encounter’ and that anyone who had second thoughts should consider leaving.

“You will need to leave your jealousy and possessiveness behind you,” he said. “Each of you are about to experience a height of sexual arousal you have never before felt. To fully enjoy this you will need to allow your spouses to enjoy themselves and let them find their inner selves. Does anyone want to back out?”

No one said a word. I assumed that Claudia was receiving the same talk from Ellen in the other room.

“Okay, then,” said Dan, “let’s get started. I would like each of you to take a piece of paper and write down your most erotic fantasy. But not for you-for your spouse. Tell us what type of sexual fantasy would be the most pleasing for your spouse."

I concentrated on the question, what would give my Claudia the most pleasure? Then I had it. Writing quickly I knew I had Claudia’s ultimate fantasy.

The other men also prepared their fantasy scenario and we returned to the living room where the women waited for us. Apparently they had been asked by Ellen to do the same thing because there were six pieces of paper neatly stacked on the table. 

“We’ll take these into the next room and compare,” said Dan. “Give us about 10 minutes and we will be ready to start.”

Sure, I thought. Let’s get started.

Claudia came to my side, wrapped her arms around me and gave me a long, lingering kiss. “What did you write for me, lover?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see,” I answered. “What did you write for me?”

Claudia just smiled.

Dan and Ellen came back to the living room where all the couples were seated, each eagerly anticipating what their spouse had written for them. “Well,” said Dan, “you certainly are an imaginative group.” Are you ready to continue our encounter session?” Everyone nodded yes.

“Here’s how we start’” said Ellen. “We read what one spouse has written, then the other. Remember, no jealousy. The purpose is for you to allow your spouse to give themselves to the moment and abandon all inhibitions.”

“Why don’t we start with Doug and Claudia,” said Dan. “Let’s see what these two have in mind for each other.”

In nervous anticipation, Claudia and I held each other tightly, seated on the couch.

Picking up a piece of paper and reading, Ellen said, “Claudia, Doug has a fantasy for you any woman would want. In fact, reading it makes me wet. He would like to see you with James and his brother. Doug says he would like to give you the opportunity to savor two black men at the same time-and for them to savor you. Are you interested?”

Claudia looked into my eyes and pressed her lips against mine, sinking her tongue deep into my mouth. Although fully clothed, she mounted me and continued her languorous kisses, fondling my cock with her hand. 

“Thank you, lover,” was whispered between her kisses. 

Still seated in my lap, now facing outward, Ellen motioned for James and his brother to come to our side. Reaching, Claudia gently lowered James’ thong, exposing his ebony member. I watched in amazement as she sucked and licked James’ huge cock, then turned to his brother and did the same. They lifted Claudia off my lap and placed her on her feet, sandwiched between them. She greeted James with a passionate kiss, turned and greeted his brother in the same way.

“Before Claudia leaves us for her fantasy, let’s see what she has in store for Doug,” said Dan. “Doug, Claudia has given you her gift of love. Her fantasy for you is Ellen and she has asked Ellen to choose a third partner for your threesome. It seems that you and Claudia think alike-you both are aroused by the thought of multiple partners. Ellen, who would you choose to go with you and Doug?”

Ellen thought for a moment, decided, and then walked over to a blonde I had earlier met named Janet. Taking Janet by the hand, Ellen wrapped her arms around her and they kissed, first tentatively, then more passionately. Motioning me to join them, the three of us embraced. 

In short order the rest of group was paired in groups of two’s and three’s and we all moved to other parts of the house. Claudia waved goodbye as she and her two studs went to a bedroom while Ellen, Janet and I stayed in the living room.

Cried of delight, of orgasm, of pleasure filled the house.



Answering the Siren's Call



*Thanks for my editors help. Remember, you only need to vote if you like this story. R 

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Ch. 1 The bitch gets her deserved comeuppance 

"Grandma, how did you meet Grandpa?" Mia's six year old granddaughter Michelle asked. 

"A dog brought us together." Grandma answered.

Mia pulled her youngest granddaughter onto her lap and gave her a big hug. Michelle had on her best dress because this was a party celebrating Grandma and Grandpa's 50th wedding anniversary.

The child fingered the septuagenarian's poodle shaped brooch and innocently asked, "How did you know he was the one?" 

"It just felt right," Mia replied and smiled. 

*******

"Do I have too?" Zoey whined. 

"No." her fiancée Mac replied. 

"I feel like I'm coming down with something." she said standing in the bathroom wearing a matching black thong and bra. 

The demi cups tried to uplift and create cleavage out of her little breasts, but it was a hopeless task. Zoey's breasts were no more than chicken cutlets with dark brown nipples attached. The thong hung loosely on her boyish hips and flat ass. 

Mac wished she still had the curves she possessed when he first met her. Zoey had become fanatical about dieting. She was determined that her 5' 6" frame never carry more than 110 pounds even if that meant she had the androgynous figure of a twelve year pre-pubescent child. 

Zoey pulled a Christmas sweater over her head and put a short skirt on. She grabbed a hair brush to fluff up her dyed blonde hair and continued complaining, "Oh, yes I have to go. It's for charity. We've already bought the gift. We are also meeting my kid sister's train." 

"Well, we don't have to stay at the party long if you don't feel up to it dear." he said. 

That statement grated on Mac's ear. He hated himself for having uttered it. He sounded so pussy whipped. Where was the man he used to be? 

"Phif," Mac said under his breath. That was the sound of his tiny shriveled up balls falling off. 

Mac used to be 'the man'. He was the captain of his high school football team. He dated lots of girls in high school and in college. When he and Zoey hooked up in their senior year at Lehigh he was really happy about it. She was a fun loving sexy brunette. She was a tight package who showed off her hot body wearing form fitting jeans and low cut tops. He had no complaints. She was smart, attractive, treated him nice and the sex was great. The worst he could say about her was she got anxious at times and was a little controlling, but who doesn't want things their way?

Zoey began to change after they graduated. Her anxiety increased with each of the big changes in lives. Leaving college, a new apartment, moving in together and starting their new jobs. Zoey was no longer a cool, fun loving girl. She decided she needed to be thin, fashion model thin. She dieted and exercised until all hints of womanliness were erased. Her round ass and chest peaches disappeared. 

Her personality transformed as well. She went from nice to nagging, from friendly to bossy. His once sweet girlfriend now brandished a sharp tongue. And sex, well good sex was a distant memory.

When Mac mentioned that their relationship had changed, Zoey said, "Of course, it's different. School's over. It's time to get serious and put your beer bong away. We need to work hard and get ahead. We'll need money to get married, have nice cars and buy a house." 

Mac was a laid back, easy going guy engaged to a type 'A' woman. He wanted nice things, but not as it was becoming obvious as much as Zoey did. It's funny that Mac was having problems with her strong drive to succeed because it had been one of the characteristics that he had initially found attractive in Zoey. He admired her 'go getter' nature because he lacked it. 

Lately, he had been wondering if he was up to the task of holding a tiger by the tail. He had given her a pass for her recent behavior because six months ago when they were in college things were so great. 

Mac was slow to angry and even slower to initiate change. He contemplated breaking up with her, but then he felt like such a dick for not being understanding about all the life changing events they had recently experienced. Also, he hated to give up on her because Zoey could suck cock with all the skills and enthusiasm of Jenna Jameson.

Zoey gave him a look of total exasperation for having to explain the evolution of relationships. 

"Relationships go through phases." she explained, "Initially, all relationships are 'Hot'. Once the infatuation phase ends, you enter into a more mature 'Warm' phase." 

She gave him a condescending smooch on the cheek. This peck on the cheek was what passed as physical intimacy for them today. Hot, sweaty, nasty sex was off the menu. Mac understood that relationships evolved, He was just upset that their relationship had changed so drastically. Mac didn't think that expecting sex more than once or twice a month was asking too much at age 23. "One more week..." Mac mumbled to himself, giving, but not announcing to Zoey's her deadline to shape up.

Zoey spoke in her 'I'm such a martyr' voice, "I need to at least put in an appearance at my boss's Toys for Tots party. Maybe I'll have a chance to talk with Michael about transferring to his unit. That's where the real money is being made." 

*******

Mac drove them to Penn Station so they could pick up Mia, Zoey's 18 year old sister. She was a freshman at NYU and had taken the train to Philadelphia. They all hugged and kissed, Mac grabbed her duffle bag. Tomorrow they would all drive to Zoey and Mia's parent's house for Christmas day. 

Zoey had insisted that they pick up Mia and take her with them to the party even though she would not know a soul.

Zoey had said, "It's efficient. Her train is getting in at 7:30 and the station is on the way to my boss' house." She wouldn't listen to any alternative plan. 

"So what's new," Zoey asked her sister perfunctorily. Mac suspected the two weren't that close. He couldn't remember the last time Zoey had talk to her on the phone. Maybe it was because Mia was four years younger or maybe it was because that Zoey was now so focused on herself that she didn't make any effort to keep up with Mia. 

"You know, the same....school," Mia replied coolly. She was annoyed that she couldn't take a cab to Zoey's apartment and just chill. 

"Are you still seeing, uh, Charles?" she asked. 

'"No." Mia replied briskly. 

"Another one bites the dust," Zoey sang.

Mia gave her sister an annoyed look, but remained silent. Zoey said to Mac, "Mother called Mia a social butterfly because she flitters about from man to man never staying with one for very long." 

Zoey turned to her sister and said, "Maybe you'll meet someone interesting at the party." 

"Yea right!" Mia snorted, "At your office party? The only thing this party has to offer me is a free bar." 

Mia gave her sister a knowing stare. "I guess I'm lucky the train station was on the way to the party or you'd be have me hitch hike my way home." 

"Sweetie, we're family," Zoey cooed insincerely. 

"Yea, right." Mia repeated. 

Mac drove the sisters to the Main Line address. The house was full of neighbors and workplace acquaintances and their kids. Everyone brought a gift that the Marines would pick up for the Toys for Tots program. 

Zoey seemed revived once they arrived. She brightened up and she worked the party hard chatting up her work associates and bosses. Mac drifted and settled in with some other men drinking beer and watching the football game. Mia was not surprised to find that no one her age was at the party. When she got tired of fending off advances from men older than her father, she started hanging out with the kids. 

There were about 30 children at the party from age three to thirteen. Mia actually began enjoying herself. The kids were cute. They were excited about the big day tomorrow, and were making and eating Christmas cookies. 

Periodically, Mac would cast an eye in Zoey's direction worried that he was going to get in trouble for not mingling. Zoey didn't seem to mind that he spent most of the evening drinking beer and watching Florida play Alabama. In fact, she seemed quite happy as she spent most of the evening with Michael, the head of the coveted acquisitions department. She was laughing and leaning into him. Occasionally she touched his arm and chest. 

What Mac couldn't see, was that Michael was grabbing his girlfriend's ass and slipping his hand up her short skirt. Michael tugged on her thong wedging the string high inside Zoey's butt cheeks. He also shoved a finger into her honey pot and swirled it around. Michael sniffed the slippery, pungent fluid that covered his index finger. He then offered it to Zoey making her licked it clean for him. 

Mia saw Zoey and Michael slinking away down the bedroom hallway as she, a couple of five year old girls and Emily, a thirteen year old girl, came into the great room. They started playing with Benji, a large black poodle. The dog was very playful and friendly. Mia and the girls tossed his favorite stuffed animal around and Benji fetched it. The adults watched the dog and kids play, the football game or just talking amongst themselves. 

Mia and the girls started crawling around the floor on their hands and knees pretending to be dogs. They barked and chased each other and Benji.  

Benji went back to bounding about. He accidentally undercut Mac causing him to fall. Mac stumbled backwards tripping over the dog Mac sought to regain his balance by grabbing hold of Mia.  He ended up behind her on his knees clasping Mia tightly around her narrow waist. 

Mia felt his grip as a controlling force. She was filled with a sense of tranquility. A Zen-like stillness descended upon her, and she no longer heard the kids or the party. All that she was aware of was that she was being subjugated, dominated. She found this state comforting.  

"Oh my..." cried one woman seeing Mac fall.

Everyone turned to look and saw that Mac was on top of Mia.

One man snickered, "I'd mount her too, if my wife weren't in the room." 

*** 

While Mia was being embraced in the living room, her sister was stripping in one of the bedrooms. Her flat-chested, emaciated body looked like a Halloween skeleton. Her shaved crotch completely exposing her vagina. However, instead of being sexy it was disturbing. 

Seeing Zoey naked was a view that would only appeal to a child molester, but Michael didn't care about her body. He was only interested in humiliating the bitch. In the office, she behaved as if she was so smart, so hot, so going places. She made him sick and she was a big pain in his ass constantly begging to join his group. He had tried to break the news to her gently and then more explicitly as in "the answer is never and over my dead body", but she wouldn't accept it. He was going to fix that. He dropped his pants. 

"Suck me," he ordered. He wasn't the least bit hard or aroused. 

Zoey dropped to her knees in front of the most flaccid penis she'd ever seen. She took the whole thing, all two and a half inches, into her mouth. 'I'll show him I'm a team player', she told herself as she swallowed his unit and swished it around her mouth. 

Michael had to close his eyes and think about his wife to get any lead in his pencil. He grabbed her head and used her harshly, fucking her face. Zoey was dreaming about her promotion as she serviced him. 

When he was finally engorged to a hard six inches, Michael said, "Get on the bed." 

He directed her onto hands and knees and got behind her. She had the most pitiful ass he had ever seen. Pale, flat and joyless to behold. He grabbed his cock and shoved it in her pussy. 

"Ouch," she cried. She almost began to reprimand him for his thoughtlessness, but bit her lip instead and decided to accept his rough treatment. He was her boss...well future boss. Michael chuckled and drove his weapon into her relentless. 

"Oh yea. Mumm! You're so big," Zoey moaned as she pretended to be a woman of passion. 

When her talent-less pussy had liberally coated his dick, Michael pulled out and re-aligned his prick and drove it hard into her ass. 

"Oh my God!" a surprised Zoey called out this time with real passion. 

Her butt had never been penetrated before, not even with a finger. She thought she was being split in two. Michael had gained a foothold. The crown of his penis was inside her. 

"Breathe baby. Try and relax. You're going to love it, I promise," Michael lied so easily to her. 

He held himself still in her ass. She breathed heavily like a newcomer in a Lamaze birthing class. He wasn't completely heartless and fingered her clit. Zoey tried her own coping technique. She visualized herself in a better place...a private office with a window. Michael gave her a moment of rest and then re-started the assault. 

He drove steadily into her. She gasped as his hard prick went where no man had gone before. She was getting use to the penetration. The problem was Michael's dick was tapered. It got thicker at the base. It was the increasing girth of his cock as he bottomed out that had her howling. 

When his thighs touched her ass, he withdrew his cock and slammed it back in. He buried himself in her virgin ass. He did it again and again and again. 

"Ohhh. Ohhh!" Zoey cried out as tears welled up in her eyes. She hoped she sounded like a woman in rapture when in fact she felt as if he was scouring her insides with a Brillo pad.

'Oh God,' she said to herself, 'Let it please be over soon...and never again...never again.' 

Michael slapped her bony ass and exploded in her bumm. She felt his dick jerk and spurt cum. 

"Oh dear God," she cried out one last time, then she collapsed on the bed. 

Michael pulled out and let the last couple of streams land on her ass and thighs. He wiped himself off on the back of her legs and got dressed. 

"Marvelous Zoey. If you end up joining my group, we'll be doing this all the time," he promised her. 

"It's probably best if we don't leave together. I wouldn't want to blemish your sterling reputation. I'll see you Monday." she said. 

Michael strolled out leaving a devastated Zoey lying on the bed. She crawled over to the night table and grabbed the bottle of champagne she had brought to celebrate their tryst. She drank half the bottle as she waited for the pain in her ass to subsided. It felt like a red hot poker was still in her butt. 

Answering the Sirens Call CH 2 The sisters have a cat fight

Zoey dressed herself and went looking for her fiancée. She walked slowly, moving cautiously so as not to aggravate the pain she felt down below. Her hopefully future boss, Michael, had shown her no mercy when he had fucked her mercilessly in the ass. She had executed her 'get ahead at work' plan by having sex with him, but it hadn't gone exactly as she had expected.

*** 

Mia was tired of hanging out with a house full of strangers. After chugging a beer, she found Mac and said, "Can we go home? I'm so bored." 

"I'll check," Mac said as he scanned the room for Zoey. He spotted her talking to a woman from work. Zoey's hair was disheveled. She was slumped into the wall. She obviously had had too much to drink tonight. 

"Can we leave now?" Mac asked. 

"Sur...sure," she slurred.

Zoey walked stiffly and she was unsteady. Mac helped her keep her balance as they gathered their coats. Mac drove the sisters home in silence. No one felt like talking.

A tipsy Zoey went to her bedroom, undressed and put on her flannel nightshirt. Then she carried blankets and a pillow into the living room for Mia. 

Zoey giggled and said, "I understand you made a new friend tonight... Ruff! Ruff!" She then laughed and fell against the sofa. 

"Yea right." said Mia, repeating her favorite response, "Speaking of paws, who was the guy with his all over you tonight?" 

"Mind your own business!" Zoey retorted sharply. 

Mac entered the room and saw Zoey sprawled out on the sofa and bed linens on the floor. He said to himself, 'Zoey's drunk. I should be able to get laid tonight.' 

He helped her up saying, "Someone has had too much to drink. Mia, do you have everything you need?" 

"Yes Mac." she answered. 

"I'm putting Zoey to bed. Good night." 

Mac copped a feel as he led Zoey to bed. Her small breast was topped by a firm nub of a nipple. He pinched it.

"Michael! Didn't you get enough at the party," Zoey said giggling as she reached up and knocked his hand away. 

"Michael?" said Mac. 

"Uhmm sorry honey...I meant Mac," Zoey blushed. 

Mac had brushed his teeth, gargled and put a couple of condoms in the pocket of his robe. He re-entered the bedroom expectantly only to find Zoey in bed and snoring. 

"I guess that's a 'no' on us having sex tonight," Mac said annoyed at the prospects of yet another night without sex. 

He flipped the tube on and watched some television with the sound down very low.

*** 

Mia couldn't sleep either. Her mind was racing. As she lay on the sofa in her tee shirt and boy pants underwear. She thought about how she was always on edge when she was around her older sister. Tonight she was further aggravated by seeing her sister making time with another man. 

"Mac doesn't deserve to be treated that way," she told herself. 

Thinking about her sister's fiancée reminded her that she hadn't had a serious boyfriend for over three months and that was a long time to go without sex. Mia closed her eyes and lay on her back, her hand reaching between her legs as she casually stroked her slit and rubbed her clit through her panties.

She thought, 'Damn I'm horny. I must be ovulating.' 

She recalled Mac grabbing her. She had liked that. As she masturbated to the memory of his touch, she began to carry on a conversation with herself. "The experience was ...comforting. Why was that? Everyone likes to be held, but it was more than that. I had this wonderful serene feeling. Sometimes it's nice to let someone else be in charge." 

Mia was young and she hadn't had a lot of sexual experiences. Her mother had been very strict with her. She had often warned her about boys and sex. A high school boyfriend had once grabbed her wrists and held them above her head while his mouth ravaged her bare breasts. She had broken up with him the next day. He thought it was because he had been too aggressive. The truth was she broke up with him because it scared her that she had enjoyed the experience so much. She had had all the pleasure without any guilt over behavior her mother had told her was wrong. 

Part of Mia's pink underwear darkened as a large wet spot developed. Her nipples hardened. They were visibly poking against her cotton shirt. "Could I like being dominated?" she wondered. 

She slipped off her top and underwear. She pulled her eyelids down tight and got down on her hands and knees. Mia began to fantasize that she was in a dark, unfamiliar place, naked and vulnerable. He was behind her, directing her. 

She backed her ass up against the corner of one of the sofa cushions and rubbed her vagina against it. The corded corner parted her lips and scratched the inside of her wet cunt. If she moved her hip's just right, she was able to make the coarse fabric caress her engorged clit. 

Her teardrop shaped breasts dangled and swayed stretching towards the carpet. The tips were covered with hard cherry colored nipples. She sighed, "Ooohh" as she dragged them over the cold top of the nearby glass coffee table. 

******* 

Mac slipped his robe on over his boxers. He was extremely quiet as he closed the bedroom door so as not disturb Zoey. She could be a real screaming bitch when her sleep was disrupted. 

He headed to the kitchen to get a Coke, walking gingerly in order to keep the noise down so he wouldn't wake up Mia, who he fully expected to be asleep on the sofa. But, as he entered the living room, he spied a nude Mia. Her generously proportioned body was lit through the window by the moonlight. He stopped, startled to see her. Her naked body blew him away. 




Answering the Siren's Call



Her legs were tone, her ass round, her waist tapered and her breast full. She was a woman with hips, tits and ass just as God intended. She was everything her stick figured sister was not . 

Mac stood still and silently soaked in her beauty gazing reverently. He saw her rub her sex against the sofa and heard her say, "Oh, yes. I'm yours. Please, take me. PLEASE!" 

She continued her submissive pleading as she began to finger her pussy until her juices ran down her thighs. 

"Use me. Instructed me." she said, "Your humble servant awaits. Is it wrong that I crave the guidance of someone so noble and virile?" 

Mac's penis was now fully hardened and in his hand. He thought to himself, 'Mia's physique is the total embodiment of my ideal woman. Her words call out to me like a siren's song. I used to be the confident guy she is calling out to before I allowed Zoey to emasculate me.' 

Mia pulled on a pointy nipple and quickly released it. The nipple snapped back and made her whole breast jiggle. She said plaintively, "Oh, master, I await you. Plunge your cock into me. Fill my abyss." 

Mac quickly shed his clothes. He grabbed one of his rubbers and sheaved his throbbing cock. He told himself, 'This is the woman of my dreams, and I am the man of hers.' 

Quickly, he ran over and moved her away from the sofa. He positioned himself behind the blind goddess. He grasped his iron rod and entered her. Holding her hips, he vigorously fucked her dripping snatch. He pounded his six inches into the depths of her being. 

Mia came as soon as he entered her. She had worked herself into such a frenzy that her orgasm hit her full force as soon as her fantasy was fulfilled. It took her a moment to understand that her ultimate desire had turned into reality. She reached up and pulled her eye shield aside and beheld for the first time, her lord and master. 

"Mac?" she said with surprise. 

"Mia, I will complete you." he said. 

Hearing that, Mia came again. This orgasm was more satisfying than any she had ever had in her life. Mac heard her cry of satisfaction and felt her body's spasm which forced his own. This was the perfect situation for Mia. Having been relieved of all responsibility, Mia could fully enjoy her sexuality, and they collapsed together in a heap on the floor. 

The couple lay together struggling for air and savoring the wonderful rush that raced through their bodies. Mac held Mia tenderly, lovingly. A minute or two later, he whispered, "Mia, do you believe in kismet? I do. I believe it is our destiny to be together." 

"Mac, what we did was wrong." she said, "We can't ever do anything like that again. You are my sister's fiancée," Mia said trying to make herself believe it, more than convince Mac of it. 

Mac asked earnestly, "Did it feel wrong to you?" 

Mia didn't answer. Nothing had ever felt so right. 

Mac continued, "I heard you. I am the man you've been looking for all your life. I will guide you and fill the void you feel in your soul." 

Mac kissed the back of her neck sending shivers down her spine. She knew deep inside herself that what he spoke was nothing but the truth. She asked quietly, "What about Zoey?" 

"It's been over between us for a long time." he said honestly, "I'll tell her first thing in the morning." 

Mac put the sofa cushion on the floor, they lay in their make shift bed snuggling together. Mac rolled Mia over on her back and climbed on top of her, his body dominating her. Her eyes nervously darted from side to side. Mac kissed her full on the mouth. She feebly attempted to push him off. 

Mac grabbed her hands and pulled them above her head and kissed her again. All resistance stopped, and she melted into him. His hardness throbbed against her sex. She spread her legs in anticipation. 

Mac held her wrist in one of his large hands and his other hand and mouth explored her body. The weak, helpless Mia surrendered to his assault and enjoyed the sex without a trace of guilt. He kissed and sucked on her breasts. He marveled at their lovely texture and fullness. Mia sighed. She found the sensations to be intensely pleasurable, doubly so because it was all beyond her control. 

Mac brought her hands down and pinned them under her ass. He then spread her legs and slurped her sex. Her vagina was warm and wet. He drank her pungent fluid and he devoured her gushing pussy. His tongue sent her into ecstasy. She came hard again. 

Mac waited for her to recover, then grabbed another Trojan from his robe and said, "Put this condom on me. I am going to ravish you once more. You are my love slave." 

A thrill traveled through Mia's body upon hearing this and she did as she was told. Mac put her knees on his shoulders and drove hard into her undefended sex. Mia gasped at his forceful penetration and whimpered as he drove each of them to one final explosive climax. Sweaty and exhausted, she was trapped under his mass as he collapsed on top of her. She would never be happier than she was right now, except when he repeated his aggression on her willing body.

Soon they were sleeping peacefully. 

******* 

A hung-over Zoey woke up early the next morning. She was afraid she was going to throw up, so she immediately headed for the bathroom. She hugged the porcelain throne for a while and was comforted by its cool touch. The pain in her butt eased somewhat when she took a long piss. Thinking that some dry toast might settle her stomach, she headed towards the kitchen, where she expected to find Mac reading the paper and drinking coffee. 

"What...What the hell is going on?" Zoey screamed when she found Mia and Mac sleeping together in the living room. 

Her scream awakened and startled the lovers. Mac sat up. The covers slid aside revealing that they were naked. This further infuriated Zoey and she pounced on her sister. 

"You slut," Zoey shouted. "Sleeping with my boyfriend." 

Mia rolled over on top of the smaller Zoey. 

"Get those flabby tits out of my face," Zoey shouted.

"Flabby. Ha! This is how a real woman looks," Mia responded. 

The two scratched and pummeled each ineffectively. Zoey tried to pull Mia off her. She slipped her hand in between Mia's legs. 

"You cum covered whore," she said feeling the dried remains of Mac and Mia's love session. Zoey didn't have the strength to lift her sister so she opted to yank her pubic hair. 

"Ouch! You bitch," an angered Mia called out and slapped Zoey across the face. 

Mia freed herself and pushed Zoey to the floor face down. She held her down determined to exact some sort of revenge. She pulled Zoey's night shirt up and began spanking Zoey's bare ass. 

"Take that, you rotten sister," Mia said.

That statement was soon followed by "Eww, what's that?" 

Mac had been sitting out the fight with his hands protecting his bare genitals. At the start of the fight, he had been slow to act due to just waking up. Then when he was confident that Mia was going to kick Zoey's ass, he decided to let the bitch take a beating.

Mac saw Zoey's pale, boney ass grow redder with each of Mia's blows. He leaned in to see what Mia was talking about. Mia spread her sister's butt cheeks for a better view. Zoey's bottom had the same cum glazing that Mia's thighs had, but hers had a brownish tint and was concentrated around her asshole. 

"Gross! You had anal sex last night!" Mia said. She directed her angry eyes and accusation at Mac. 

"It wasn't me. Zoey and I haven't had sex in weeks," Mac replied defensively. 

"You're the slut!" Mia announced. "It was Michael, wasn't it? You two were all over each other last night." 

"Ah...no...of course not....you're mistaken." said Zoey.

Zoey tried to get free, but she couldn't. 

"Well, well, well...Little Miss Perfect takes it up the corn hole." said Mia, bursting out laughing and slapped her sister's abused ass one more time. She stood up proud and nude and reached for Mac. 

"Come on Honey." she said, gathering up her man, "Let's get a shower and then go out for breakfast. This piece of fucking bitch of white trash needs to ice her anus." 

Mia and Mac showered together. Mia was feeling great. She had triumphed over her sister in a cat fight, proven her sister to be a scheming, cheating bitch and stolen her sister's fiancée to boot. Best of all she had uncovered and accepted her need to be dominated and found the perfect man for the job. 

Mac stood in the back of the shower and watched his raven hair beauty. The water glistened as it rolled down her flawless skin. She had curves in all the right places. 34C-26-36 never looked so good. 

He moved forward to claim her breasts. She dropped her hands to her sides and let him have his way with her orbs. He caressed her boobs enjoying the frictionless softness the pounding water endowed them with. He toyed with her pliable nipples pulling and pinching them, eliciting moans from the one who carried them only for him now. 

He reached down and cupped her furry sex. A finger penetrated her meaty lips. Her interior was as slippery and wet as the shower made her exterior. Mia was passive in action, but vocal in response. 

Mac had discovered her secret. He knew she wanted him to overwhelm her. He didn't know why, but what he knew enough to make both of them very happy. Mia's mother had raised her sternly. She lectured Mia fiercely about saying 'no' to boys. The only guilt-free way Mia could enjoy her sexuality was to be dominate, the "Ma, he made me do it" defense. 

"Up against the wall." he ordered her. 

He leaned into her back lightly pressing her against the tiles. 

"Spread your legs." he ordered. 

She did so with her face and hands in contact with the wall. Mac grabbed his erect penis and shoved it through her pubic hair against the opening of her vagina. He then nipped her lightly on the ear. 

Mia gasped and whimpered, "I'm not on the pill." 

Mac let her words change his actions without losing control. He slapped her ass hard and said, "I'm not giving your cunt my seed. I'll be coming on your beautiful tits." 

Mac quickly and roughly shoved his erection into her pussy coating his cock with her slimy juice. He then pulled out and turned the shower water off. He move the shower curtain aside and sat on the edge of the tub. 

"Get out and get on your knees. I want to fuck your tits." he said, "And make is good." 

The soaking wet teenager exited the tub. She was beautiful even though the wet hair on her head and crotch hung down in stringy clumps. She knelt on the bath mat and surrounded his stiff shaft with her bountiful breasts using them to jack him off. She dare not look him in the eye. 

Mac enjoyed her soapy softness and her so eager to please manner. It felt great.

"Look up," he commanded.

Mac looked into her beautiful eyes and exploded. His cum shot up onto her face, throat and chest. Mac found it very satisfying.

"Clean me up." he ordered.

Mia licked his cock and abdomen until all traces of his spunk was gone. She swallowed every drop she found.

"Follow me," Mac said.

The naked couple went into the living room and confronted Zoey. She was uncomfortable with their nudity, and broken hearted to see her sister covered in Mac's cum.

"Zoey, we're through," Mac said, "You can have the apartment. Mia and I will break the news to your folks at today's Christmas party that we are the ones getting married."