16 comments/ 233807 views/ 13 favorites Upstairs By: Likes Watching My husband and I were stationed in Germany. He was in the Army and we lived in military housing on the fourth and top floor. There were two apartments on each floor. A new couple had just moved in and after hubby left for work I went down one flight to welcome my new neighbor. Military communities, especially overseas, are very close. Everyone helps one another. I knocked on the door around mid-morning and wondered what she would be like. To my surprise, an extremely well built and nice looking black guy in gray sweat pants answered the door. I could not help but stare at his smooth bare chest and thick neck. It must have taken me a moment or two to recover, but finally introduced myself. I told him we lived upstairs and that I had come down to say hello. Then I asked if his wife was home. I was barely able to maintain eye contact, glancing down at his small waist. I could not help but imagine him on top of me. I am sure he knew what I was thinking. He smiled broadly and told me that his wife was the one in the Army, already gone to work, and that he had not gotten a job yet. While he talked, I saw that he was taking inventory of me too. I have red hair, light freckled skin, small breasts with large nipples, and kind of wide hips. Suddenly I felt self-conscious. I wish I had dressed a little nicer. He continued to smile and I guess I was smiling back. I told him that if he needed anything, just let me know. He told me in his unpacking of crates he had not found the box with the kitchen appliances yet and he could really use a cup of coffee if I had some. I told him that I would be happy to put a pot on and that it would be ready in fifteen minutes. He thanked me and said he would be up shortly. When I got back into my apartment and closed the door, I had to lean against it to get my breath. God, I would like to have some of him. I threw the coffee on and went to the bedroom to change. I put on one of my husband’s shirts, fastened a couple of the center buttons, then tied the two ends together at my bellybutton. I did not want to over do it, so I didn’t change my jeans. I knew that if I moved just right and bent slightly, he could get a view if he wanted. Soon there was a knock at the door. I opened it and was disappointed to see that he had put a t-shirt on. “Oh, you put a shirt on.” I said. “I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.” He answered. I pointed to the couch for him to have a seat and said, “Nonsense, it would have been alright. You looked comfortable and, well, natural.” He sat and I went for the coffee. I came back with two filled mugs in one hand, powdered creamer and sugar dispensers in the other. He had taken the shirt off and was sitting in the middle of the couch. “That’s better.” I said. I leaned over and put everything on the coffee table in front of him. I took my time and gave him the opportunity to look at me. Although I did not look at him while I was bent over, I could sense him adjusting his position to see as much of my breasts as he could. I felt flushed, but could not help it. “Sugar?” I asked. “Yes.” I put two spoons of sugar in my cup, then two into his. He leaned forward as I was doing this and picked up the creamer. He face was close enough to look straight down my shirt. I knew he could see even my nipples because I was watching his penis grow under his sweat pants. He looked to be large. “You want some cream?” He asked. “Yes, please. I want cream.” The air was very heavy. I could feel my tits rise and fall as I tried to breath. My nipples were hardening and could be seen pushing against the cotton shirt. His cock was hard. He had taken off his shirt and I guessed he would consider that the first move. So the next move would have to be mine. He had sat in the middle of the couch, so whichever side I chose, I would still be very close to him. Another good move on his part. So I knew it was decision time. I felt wet and knew that my pussy had already made the same decision his dick had. We were going to fuck. I was going to submit to this black man that I had met less than twenty minutes ago. I sat down, awkwardly commented on his muscled chest then lightly brushed my hand over it. I did not lift my hand, but slid it toward his stomach. I said something stupid about his stomach, but was not sure what I was babbling because he put his hand on my thigh and gave a tentative squeeze. I slid my hand under the sweat pants, found no underwear in the way, and curled my fingers around it. It was much larger than my husbands. He brought his free hand around, into my shirt and cupped my tits. Two minutes later his both his sweats and my shirt were off. Within another two minutes, my jeans and panties were on the floor. Almost exactly twenty-five minutes after meeting this guy, I was naked on the couch, flat on my back, one leg over the back of the sofa and the other up in the air, being mounted by the largest cock I had ever touched or even seen. It was wonderful. I gave myself to him completely. We kissed deeply as his cock stretched and distended me. My ass and thighs quivered almost immediately with an orgasm. I cum very noisily. Then I had another. He plunged deeper and I stretched more. When he emptied himself inside me, I felt like a complete woman. I was satisfied but knew I was going to want more of him very soon. Until he found a job a few weeks later, he got his sugar and I got my cream every morning. Sometimes he would cum by for an afternoon session too. My husband figured it out, but strangely, never made it an issue. Because I was so loose, I had to go down on him to get him off. He likes my sucking him. He likes the fact that I swallowed his sperm, then lick his balls afterwards. Once, both my husband and my lover’s wife had to go to the field for five days. I spent two nights in his bed and he spent two nights in mine. I don’t know how much longer this can go on. My husband has started hinting that he wants to watch me. My lover talks about bringing a friend over to join in. And on top of everything else, the woman on my floor across the hall has implied that she knows what I am doing. I guess, I’ll just continue to enjoy myself and try to make everyone happy. Upstairs "Let's go upstairs," he says. "OK. You go up. I'll be right behind you," she says. They kiss once more, long and deep. She moans. He goes upstairs to the bedroom. He kicks off his jeans. Their make-out session has caused his semi-hard dick to dribble pre-cum, and the wet spot is clearly visible on his boxer shorts. For a moment, he grips his shaft through the fabric, but quickly releases it. He takes off his shirt and lies down in bed. He props himself up on some pillows and waits. After a minute or two she enters the room. She stops beside the dresser and looks at him. "Hey baby," she says. "Hey," he replies. They smile. "Come over here," he says as he climbs out of bed. She stands before him. He touches her face. His fingers trail lightly down the sides of her neck. His hands cup her face, and he kisses her. They continue to kiss. He slides his hands down her arms. When they reach her wrists, he breaks the kiss and grips her wrists tightly. He pins her hands to her sides and stares into her eyes. He is looking that little spark of wickedness in her expression, and he finds it. "You have more clothes on than I do," he says, "Take them off." He releases his grip and sits on the edge of the bed. She steps back and slowly strips down to her sexy red bra and thong underwear. All the while, he stares intently. She reaches back to unhook her bra, but he stops her. He stands behind her and runs his hands over her still-confined breasts. He pauses to pinch her nipples through the lacy fabric. She bites her lip and suppresses a moan. He parts her long hair and kisses the back of her neck. Her eyes are half closed. He unhooks her bra and lets it fall. Her nipples stiffen as the cool air hits them. They are aching for attention. He places a chair in front of her. "Put your hands here," he tells her, indicating a spot toward the back of the seat. She bends gracefully and rests her palms on the seat as she is directed. "Good," he says. He takes a moment to admire her beautiful form. Her straight legs hoist her beautiful backside up in the air. Her tits hang seductively beneath her arched back. Her hair drapes down along her toned arms. He runs the tip of his index finger down her neck, her back, and the tiny strip of silk between the cheeks of her ass. He grasps the thong and gives it a gentle tug. The fabric digs into her pussy and she gasps. He slips a finger past her panties and into her pussy. She is wet. Very wet. "This has to come off too," he claims. He pulls the thong roughly to her ankles. "Oh!" she cries. Her response excites him and he feels the urge to immediately burry his face in her exposed pussy. He resists. Instead, he stands beside her. "Spread your legs," he commands. She shifts her weight and does as she is told. Glancing back at him, she can see the tent his erection is making in his boxers. Her mouth waters. Just then, his open hand lands firmly on her ass. Smack! "Oh!" she cries again. "Keep your knees straight," he says. She hadn't noticed they were buckling. She quickly corrects her stance. "You look so good," he whispers to her. She feels so safe-and yet so exposed. Smack! Another stinging blow. And two more in quick succession. Her pussy is practically dripping now. He can no longer resist tasting it. He kneels down and licks the length of her slick opening. Another night, they will play this out for as long as they can, but tonight she cannot wait to feel him inside her. "Fuck me now," she says, "Please just fuck me now." He steps out of his boxers and guides his dick to the entrance of her pussy. She rests on her elbows. With one smooth stroke, his turgid shaft is buried to the hilt. He grinds his hips against her ass, and they both release a moan of pure ecstasy. There is no more subtlety tonight. Now, they fuck intensely. Each stroke is harder and faster than the one before. Soon she mumbles obscenities and backs into each violent thrust. He grips her hips tightly and goes up on his toes, trying to ram his cock even deeper. They are desperate for release, and they get it. Muscles tense. Spasms rock both their bodies. He sprays his cum inside her. They freeze in place and let their orgasms wash over them. After several seconds, he pulls out of her slowly. She drops to her knees. They are panting and sweating. She feels a trickle of cum run down her thigh. "Mmmmm," she purrs. Upstairs Arcade My boyfriend Lou browses aimlessly through the lower section of the adult shop looking through videos, hoping something will grab his attention. He glances around and sees me looking at toys and lingerie. I'm examining a seven function rotating shaft rabbit. I see Lou gazing around the store. He appears to be reading the sign pointing up the stairs, which says "ARCADE." He meanders towards me and I show him the toy. "What you think?" Lou nods, "Looks like it could be fun." "Find anything?" I'm reading the back of the box. "Not yet," Lou said, sounding disappointed. "Hey...let's go upstairs and check out the arcade." I glance over to the stairwell with the sign, "Sure...why not?" I put back the toy, grab his hand and led him upstairs. As we reach the top of the stairs, there are a number of glances in my direction. Lou looks at me too as he puts five dollars into the token machine. I look fine in my straight leg jeans. My bright pink tee with 'FÉLINE' in gold foil and 'MEOW' is printed just blow it is nearly deformed by my full tits stretching the fabric tightly. My pair of slip-on type sneakers matches the color of my tee. We proceed to the booths. As we walk down the hallway, Lou keeps opening each door and looking inside each side booth. Finally he settles on one and we enter the booth. It wasn't too bad of a fit for two people, but there was only one chair. Lou sat down, and I sat down on his lap, against his hard cock. "Ooh, you're excited." I said wiggling my ass against his crotch. Lou drops a token into the slot before I could realize that there is a hole in the wall to the next door booth. The monitor obligatorily turned on. He quickly switched around the channels to see what kind of videos were on. As he settles on a standard male-female sex flick, he begins rubbing the inside of my thigh. He reaches a little higher and unbuttons and unzips my jeans. With some effort, Lou pushes one of his hands under the wide lace waistband of my pink lace thong and tickles my clit. I'm beginning to get hot. We hear someone settle into the booth beside us and drop a token. There is some motion at the hole, and we know that the person beside us is watching Lou's hand in my exposed thong. "What's that hole for?" I ask, pointing at the hole in the wall. I start to cover my crotch up. "It's a glory hole." Lou keeps his hand on my clit, rubbing. I didn't know whether to cover up or to open my legs wider for him. "A what?" "A glory hole...it's a hole to get or give blow jobs through. That way, both people remain anonymous." We bent down slightly to look through the hole. Sure enough, there was another man in the booth beside us. He was rubbing the bulge in his crotch. The guy obviously noticed that we're watching. He stops rubbing and unzips and unbuttons his pants. He moves off the chair slightly as he pulls down both his pants and his underwear at the same time. His long, hard cock almost touches his belly button. He continues rubbing it for our viewing. I watch with fascination at the guy. I lick my lips as a drop of pre-cum forms on the tip. He stands up and maneuvers to the hole. I back my head up a little as his cock and balls pushes through the hole. They stood straight up as if they've grown out of the wall. "What should I do?" "Suck it?" Lou said, slightly sarcastically. I shrug. I figured, why not. I move down and kneel on the floor. Lou watches in fascination as I take the other guy's manhood, my left index finger and thumb an inch from encompassing his girth and my right hand skillfully caressing his balls. I then move up and lick the tip, tasting the drop that had formed. "Well?" I said, "Is this what you want me to do?" Lou quickly unzips his pants and pulls out his own hard cock. He rubs it slowly as I smile and continue to lick the mystery cock. I take the head of it into my mouth, moistening it with my tongue. I tickle it a little and then slide my lips slowly down the shaft and slowly back up. My hand snakes down to my crotch and I finger myself through my jeans. I continue to fondle his ball with my other hand. Again, I tickle at his shaft with my tongue, running it up and down the underside. I begin sucking in earnest, my head bobbing up and down on the stranger's cock. He starts cumming. I start to remove my mouth, but realize if I do, he will squirt all over my t-shirt. So, instead, I take all of his juices into my mouth. He comes so much that a small trickle starts to flow down from the corners of my lips. Finally, the flow subsides and his cock softens. He pulls his cock and balls back through the hole. Lou and I watch as he pulls up his pants and leaves the booth. I stand up, rubbing at my crotch through my panties. Lou wasn't able to see it because of my crouched position. Lou slides my jeans and panties down to my feet. He pulls them off over my tennis shoes with a little of my help. I spread my legs apart slightly to give him a better access to my clit. I put a hand between my thighs to help rub. Soon after the man left, another guy entered the booth. He looks through the hole to see what he could. He saw Lou rubbing his cock with one hand while his other hand caressed my cunt. Needless to say, he quickly got a hard on. He quickly pulls down his pants and rubs his own cock with one hand. He pushes his other hand through the hole in the wall. I'm startled as I feel his hand slide against my leg, questing for my private parts. But, I'm too excited to stop, so I quickly relax again. Now, both his and Lou's hands are rubbing my cunt. He slides first one, then two fingers into my wet cunt. "Ooooo," I moan as I grind down against his hand. The man removes his hand, then stands up and pushes his extremely hard cock through the hole, waiting to be sucked. I have other uses for his cock than to suck on it. I maneuver myself up against the wall, my cunt hung just above his cock. Slowly, I lower myself onto his stiff manhood. He gets the idea real fast. In almost no time, he is pounding himself into my wet cunt. Lou continues to watch. It's quite a sight from either side. The stranger looked like he is fucking the wall with all his might. I look like I'm in ecstasy grinding myself up against a blank wall. Lou leans over and watches between my legs as his cock slides in and out of me. I whine softly as he stops. He just rams his cock into me and holds it there as he starts spurting his cum into my cunt. Lou watches closely as the cock pulses with each shot into me. He quickly pulls out of me, leaving me feeling empty down there except for the feeling of the liquid he left. Lou moves up against me and slides his cock into the vacancy. He begins moving up and down against me, grinding my ass against the wall as he fucks me. Up and down, up and down. Giving out a slight moan, I shiver in orgasm. Lou then shoves his cock deep into me and starts cumming. His white cock juices flows into my awaiting hole. He pulls out, keeping the head of his cock in my entrance, letting me prop my ass against the hole in the wall and catch my breath. Suddenly, I take a deep breath, my eyes and mouth open slightly. Another cock shoves its way through the hole in the wall. The hard shaft finds one of my holes and shoves into me. The cock slides deeply into my asshole. My eyes open wide at the violation of my ass. I'm not really for this this. I wiggle to try and remove it from my back end. Lou's insistent. He is still hard and is too close to his own climax to stop now. He holds me in place, shoving his cock in and out of my wet hole as the other cock begins to fuck my ass. After a few moments, I resign myself to the fact that I'm going to be anally screwed. I relax as I start moving up and down again. I feel an immediate difference when I relax. It cut back on any of the pain I'm feeling in my ass and it allowed the long, hard cock to slide back and forth in my asshole with a lot more ease. Instead of pain, I feel pleasurable full as the cocks sliding in and out of me. I move in pleasure; the cocks fill both of my holes. I move my hips up and down in response, enjoying the feel. "Oh god...this feels so good," moaning as the two cocks moves in and out of me. I'm really enjoying the sensation of two men inside me. Both cocks ram in and out of my asshole and cunt. The cock deep in my ass began cumming in me. I start to orgasm, my cunt milking at Lou's stiffness. Lou quickly obliges me. His balls begin spouting his load into my cunt. Reluctantly, Lou pulls his cock from my cunt and the other cock vanishes through the hole. After a moment to relax and compose myself, I pull on my jeans and panties. But, even as I'm snapping my jeans, another cock comes through the hole. I smile and looked at Lou. I kneel down and take the cock into my mouth to give it a quick blowjob. And quick it is. After only a few moments, the third mystery cock begins squirting his load into my mouth. I suck and suck, swallowing his load until nothing is left. As the cock withdraws from the hole, I finish snapping up my jeans. Together, we exit the booth and go downstairs. We continue to shop. I get the toy I was looking at earlier and we decide on several videos, one being about glory holes. We step out into the night, and into the car. As we reach home, we agree that we'll have to do something like this again. Upstairs at Jeff's I surf the web quite a bit. I particularly enjoy reading stories about guys (gay and straight) who find themselves exploring their m2m needs/curiosities, especially when it’s a first time experience. I get pretty horny reading the stories. I’ve handled two other cocks in my life so far and each was a very different type of experience, but here’s the story (true) of my first introduction to other guy’s cocks. If you like it, and/or want to hear more, and/or want to know more (about the story or me), let me know. It all started in the late 70s while I was at high school in the US. My best friend at the time, Joe, had two brothers - one younger and one older (Jeff). I was always over at Joe’s house watching TV, playing video games or football or whatever; and it included the odd wank or blow-job. Not on my own, or with Joe or my other friends, but with his brother Jeff. It all started one day after swimming at the local pool during summer hols. We’d been playing ‘sardines’: one guy or girl in the middle of the diving pool and everyone else on one side. You all swim from one side to the other and back, and anyone tagged has to stay in the middle of the pool, and tag everyone else until you end up with one untagged winner. We always used the diving pool coz you could swim along the bottom (about 12 feet) to avoid getting tagged. I digress. Anyway, Jeff was in the middle for this particular game of sardines and when everyone dived in, I went straight to the bottom and started swimming across, but as usual Jeff tagged me first, right on my tightly Speedo’d ass, but this time it was more of a grab than a tag. I used to get pissed off that he always picked on me; but I soon came to realise why. When we got home from swimming, still with our Speedo’s on (Joe’s folks were out; both his parents worked) Jeff disappeared up stairs saying something about a shower, while the rest of us (me, Joe, his younger brother Lee, and Steve and John) got some drinks and went into the basement to play cards and cool off (it was 97F outside). Jeff was always acting like the aloof older brother. He was in the local college football team, he was good friends with most of the local girls, but he was also a little geeky. He always made an effort to talk to me and whenever we would have wrestling contests, Jeff would always join in and being much bigger than the rest of us he would always end up winning by pinning one of the young guys to the floor (usually me). After a while, and with it being such a great day out, the guys decided to go biking in the woods, and then go to Steve’s house. Everyone needed to go home to get their bikes and we arranged to meet up at a particular spot in the woods where there was a rope swing and you could swing out over the creek and jump into the water. Everyone went out the basement door, but I headed up stairs to grab my stuff. The house was one of those 3 floor types: bedrooms up stairs, main rooms at ground level and some rooms in the basement, which with the sloping landscape actually became the ground floor at the back. Anyway, I shouted up to Jeff to say we were going out and did he want to come. He shouted down ‘Where ya’ goin?’ ‘The rope swing.’ ‘Ok, I’ll catch you up.’ ‘Cool, but the guys have already gone and we’re then going to Steve’s so you’ll have to hurry if you’re going to catch us at the swing.’ ‘Everyone’s gone?’ ‘Yeah.’ I replied. After a slight pause Jeff said, ‘Well before you go why don’t you come check this out?’ ‘Check what out?’ ‘Come and see. You’ll like it.’ Curiosity got the better of me. ‘Ok’, and I grabbed my stuff (towel, shorts and t-shirt) which I had dumped by the front door on my way in and I headed up the stairs. I arrived at his room knocked on the closed door (Jeff’s folks had this rule that if anyone had their bedroom door shut, you had to knock and wait to be allowed in; it was their ‘that’s your private space and we won’t invade it’ thing, so the room’s were always a mess). He said ‘Come on in’. So in I went, still wearing just my tight blue Speedos. Jeff was sitting on the bed naked except for a towel. ‘What ya doin?’ I asked. ‘Looking at some magazines’. He looked at me, top to bottom, and said ‘Do you want to go join the others or would you rather look at some mags?’ ‘What sort?’ I asked, getting excited at the thought that it may be some of Jeff’s legendary porn collection. ‘I’ve got a Penthouse. Here have a look.’ He reached under his bed and produced a pristine copy of a Penthouse. I could hardly contain myself ‘Wow, where do you get this?’ I said as he handed it to me. I stared gleefully at the front cover. ‘Still want to go meet up with the guys?’ ‘Have you got anymore?’ I stammered. ‘A couple.’ The woman on the magazine cover was stunning: tall, long smooth legs and blonde hair, wearing a black bra (the balconette kind, which I have always loved), black sussy and stockings, and a black g-string. Oh to die for! I was beginning to feel a stirring in my Speedos. ‘Can I borrow this?’ I asked hopefully; wanting to take it, head straight for the bathroom and have a quick wank. ‘No way! I’m not having you splatter cum all over my magazine!’ ‘Oh please Jeff!’ I pleaded. ‘I promise I won’t mess it up, I just want to have a …. proper look.’ ‘Go on then. But you have to look at it here.’ ‘What?’ ‘I tell you what: you look at that one and I’ll look at this one.’ He reached under his bed and produced another magazine: a Playboy. ‘Sit down and get stuck in.’ What the hell, I thought. So I did. I sat at the bottom of his bed, with the Penthouse on my lap and started reading (or looking, to be factually correct). After what seemed like ages, but was probably only a minute or two, Jeff seemed to become restless, and he moved up his bed so that he was sitting on his pillow with his back against the wall. I looked at him and noticed the marquee that his towel had become. I was putting my own Speedos through a stretch test, and trying desperately to hide it, but Jeff didn’t seem to care that I could see his hard-on. After about another minute, Jeff said ‘I, um, need to do something about my boner. Do you mind?’ ‘No.’ I replied, not really thinking about what was going to happen. Jeff pulled his towel off, threw it on the floor and then lay down on the bed. His cock was longish (well only about 6 in, but that seemed long to me at the time), and quite fat (as you’ll find out later I could only just get my hand round it), and it had an enormous dark purple head that looked fit to explode, and no foreskin (which meant nothing to me at the time). He was looking straight at me as he grabbed his cock and started fisting himself, slowly at first, then a few quick strokes, then slowly again. I couldn’t stop looking at him: his legs, his arms, his chest, his face, and his hand, and what he was doing! My eyes settled on his cock and his fist. He closed his eyes for a moment and when they reopened, they were rigidly focused on my Speedos. I was sitting side on to him, watching him over my left shoulder, and he couldn’t help but see my boner. He broke the silence, making me jump, ‘Listen, you’re obviously seriously horny too. I can tell. If you were any more horny those Speedos would burst. Why don’t you take them off; it’ll be more comfortable. And hey I’m already naked, no-ones around; they won’t be back for a couple of hours, so no-one will know. It’ll be our secret.’ I was scared and excited. A secret with Jeff. Wow, here I was doing really grown up stuff with Joe’s older a brother, who’s on the football team, who has access to lots of porn and knows loads of shit and stuff. And he wants to spend time with me! Great! But I wasn’t sure about taking off the Speedos. ‘Come on. Look, you see my dick? Yeah. It’s kind of neat isn’t it? What’s different about my dick from yours? You’re probably a bit smaller, but you jerk off don’t you. (It wasn’t a question.) What’s the problem: two guys sharing porn and jerking off. It’s no different than if you were on your own. But, well, I can, you know, show you stuff, make you better at it, teach you how to make it feel really good.’ And with that he sat up, crossed his legs, and reached out to me. He took my hand and pulled me up the bed toward him. ‘Stand up, on the bed.’ I did so, not really sure why I was doing it. He undid the tie at the front of my swim suit, lifted the top over my hard-on and pulled them down to my knees. I remember looking straight ahead at a poster on Jeff’s wall of the rock band Kiss and thinking ‘guys wearing make up in thigh high boots’. I guess at that moment I decided to go with the flow. Jeff gently rubbed my legs (which were hairless at that age) and then my stomach, all the time staring at my dick. He then said ‘Sit down’ which I did, and he pulled the Speedos over my ankles and threw them on the floor. ‘Lie down’ which I did. All this time I hadn’t said a word. He sat cross legged beside me and started gently caressing my stomach, my chest, my nipples (which went rock hard), my neck, my face. He bent down and kissed my neck, then my chest and then licked my nipples. My cock was like steel and I just closed my eyes and went with the flow. I felt his hand touch my leg, then move to my thigh and round to the inside of my leg. Then onto my other leg, but this time carried on until his fingers traced over my cock, which jumped about 2 inches at the touch. He laughed, ‘You like it then.’ ‘Yes.’ I whispered. ‘Then you’ll really like this.’ And he grabbed my cock with his hand and started to gently wank it. I was in heaven; God it felt good. To be lying there, hands by my side with someone else doing the work. The feel of a hot firm hand working my cock rhythmically up and down. I crossed my hands behind my head and sighed. ‘See. I told you I could make you feel good.’ It didn’t dawn on me at the time, (but it does now) that the way he said it, so softly, yet firmly, was so reassuring that I just gave in. I started to squirm and he started to pump faster, and I warned him that I thought I was going might cum. What he then did just killed me. I felt something wet touch the eye of my cock, and as I opened my eyes and looked, I realised it was his tongue. He was licking my cock; just the head, shoving his tongue into the slit, and then tracing it around the head. That did it. I wasn’t thinking about Miss July anymore; all I could think about was how beautiful this wank was and how beautiful Jeff was for doing it. I could feel my balls tightening. I wanted to scream, but instead muffled a shout through gritted teeth ‘I’m gonnnaa cummm…’ Jeff quickly moved up onto his knees and leant over me and began to wank my cock really hard and fast. My cock was aimed straight up at him, and as I came it felt like I was shooting a bullet through my cock, I hit him right in the chest with first shot, the next one landed on his wrist, and the rest on my stomach and his hand. Oh Jesus was that incredible! Jeff continued to gently wank me until my dick went completely limp. The wet slippery feel of his hand on my subsiding and cum covered cock was amazing. When he finally removed his hand, I relaxed and it was only then that I realised my entire body had been tensed: my legs thrust out as straight as they could go, my knees locked, my butt squeezed as tight as it would go, my stomach muscles cramped, my hands were in fists behind my head and my jaw ached. I sagged onto the bed and just lay there with my eyes closed. I remember wishing that that precise moment would never end! When I opened my eyes, Jeff was just kneeling there looking at me, smiling. His cum soaked hand resting on my stomach just above my pubes. ‘See.’ he said. And I did. I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he lifted his hand from me, brought his wrist up to his face and looked at it for a moment. And then he licked the cum off his wrist. 'Mmm, nice cum.' He closed his eyes and smiled. It looked like he was rolling the stuff round in his mouth. Then he swallowed. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Were you supposed to swallow it? I didn’t think so. But then he looked down at his chest and the cum that was slowly running down from the spot where it had hit him. He proceeded to scoop it up with his fingers and licked it into his mouth. ‘Tastes nice.’ He said looking at me, then at my cock, then back at me. He then licked his entire hand clean. After which he said ‘Want to try some. It tastes really good!’ I just nodded my head from side to side. He leaned toward me and said ‘Go on, just a little bit. Tell you what; I’ll just put a drop on your lips.’ Before I could say anything, he leant toward my head. I thought he was going to kiss me and I turned away, but he just stayed there, his head about 6 inches from mine, until I looked back at him. Then he said ‘Trust me, ok.’ And brought his lips toward mine. His tongue came out and he just licked my lips, and then he sat back upright. I didn’t know what to do, but I guess a natural reaction kicked in because without thinking I licked my lips and sucked them into my mouth - as you do when you have something wet on your lips. I recall the strange texture, and the taste: that slightly bitter, salty taste, but mainly I remember a hint of lemon. It was okay, but the idea of cum in my mouth did gross me out a bit. I think I screwed my face up at the thought, coz Jeff laughed. Without so much as a pause, he then said ‘Hey, do you want to do me?’ But all I had was images of having to lick his cum and I didn’t fancy it. ‘Not really.’ was all I could say. ‘Ok. Maybe next time. For now just watch.’ And he lay down beside me and began to jerk himself off. It only took a minute before he tensed and as he rolled his head to look me straight in the eyes, I saw a glob of cum shoot out of his cock and land on his stomach, followed by another and another and another. It went on for ages. Finally he relaxed and his hand dropped away from his cock. He looked up at the ceiling and closed his eyes. At which point all I could think about was the slow slippery wet wank that Jeff had given me after I had cum, so, I reached out and grabbed his subsiding cock and began to slowly wank it. With my hand wrapped round his semi-flaccid cock, the tips of my thumb and forefinger only just touched each other, and I must’ve gripped too tightly because he jumped a bit and said ‘Gently. I get really sensitive afterward.’ So I relaxed my grip and slowly wanked him for about a minute until he got really soft and it all got a bit floppy and uncoordinated. At which point I just started playing with the head, enjoying the slippery feel of it; rubbing the bit under his cock head between my thumb and forefinger. Jeff moaned and said ‘God that feels good. You’ve got really soft hands.’ It slipped out my grasp a couple of times, and on the third occasion Jeff laughed and said ‘Enough already! We’ve got loads of time for that.’ But we didn’t because the front door slammed. It was Joe: ‘Hey Jeff, you here? Have you seen Mickey? We’ve been waiting for him before we head off to the rope swing. You gonna come too?’ ‘Oh yeah!’ Jeff shouted back, while he looked at me with a devilish grin, but he then added ‘Mickey’s up here. We were just looking at some stuff.’ Oh shit! I jumped off the bed, grabbed my Speedos and put them on as fast as I could. I could here Joe coming up the stairs! ‘Shit’ I blurted out, as I turned to see Joe playing with his cock. ‘He’ll fucking see us. Put something on!’ I hissed. ‘Don’t panic’ he said as he dropped his cock, jumped off the bed and put on some shorts as he shouted ‘Grab me a Coke from the fridge will ya, we’ll be down in a sec’. The footsteps stopped, and then started again, heading downstairs. ‘Don’t worry about it, it’s cool. Remember though: not a word. Otherwise I’m dead, and so are you! It’s our secret. Pact?’ ‘Pact.’ I replied. Jeff shoved the magazine’s back under his bed and headed out of the room, grabbing a t-shirt on he way out. I just stood there, slightly shell shocked. What had just happened? What had I done? What was I feeling? I liked girls! Okay I’d only ever kissed one girl, but I definitely liked girls! But oh shit what Jeff had done had felt soooo good! And I wanted to do it again! I sat down on the bed, and picked up my shorts to put them on. As I leant back to pull my shorts up, I leaned on back on the pillow and heard something rustle. I thought ‘another magazine!’, so I reached under the pillow and, yup another magazine, so I pulled it out. But holy shit! It had two naked guys on the front. I opened it and flicked some pages. More naked guys. I turned another page and there was a picture of a young guy naked and tied to a chair (obviously staged), with an older guy standing in front of him, with his dick in the younger guys mouth! I turned some more pages and there was a shot of the same young guy still tied to the chair, with cum on his face and around his lips. The older bloke was standing just in front of him holding his huge cock. It dawned - he’s just cum on the guy’s face! I turned to the next page and the guys cock was back in the young guy’s mouth! Oh shit! My cock twitched; this was horny! Just then Jeff shouted ‘Come on! Hurry up!’ I quickly shoved the magazine back under the pillow, pulled up my shorts and put on my t-shirt and raced downstairs to find Joe already outside, and Jeff waiting by the front door with a bottle of Mountain Dew, which he handed to me: ‘Thought you might want to wet those lips.’ As Jeff opened the door, he let his hand hang as I walked past, and it brushed against my leg. It was like an electric shock, and I sort of twitched/jumped in response; and then ran across the lawn to where the guys were waiting with their bikes, while Jeff locked the door. Joe had already been to my house to get my bike, and as I grabbed the handlebars from him he asked what we’d been doing. I just looked back at Jeff, not knowing what to say. I couldn’t think of anything apart from ‘your brother’s just jerked me off and swallowed my cum!’ Jeff quickly (and very calmly) said ‘You know those mags I’ve got, well Mickey wanted a good look at them, and so I let him … for a small fee.’ He then looked at me, winked and said ‘You owe me big time!’ Joe looked astonished: ‘You lucky bastard. He never lets us look at them.’ And with that we all jumped on our bikes and headed off into the woods. I felt great and pretty smug with my new experience. Between the house and the rope swing, I decided I was definitely straight, but I could handle some more sessions with Jeff! Stay tuned for the next instalment with Jeff. [I’m now married with kids, living in England, and while I love my life as it is, I still reminisce about being upstairs at Jeffs.] Upstairs At Sylvia's On the way home from work Jamieson Fletcher strode into Sylvia's juice bar and seated himself on a stool at the counter. As Mayor of Little Falls, Jamieson - or Jim to his friends - worked hard at his job, which he often felt was a thankless task. He stopped at Sylvia's juice bar every day on the way in to work to collect a shot of wheatgrass juice, which his wife insisted he take for his health. Personally, he felt he would do better getting down on his hands and knees and mowing his front lawn with his teeth, but hey, if the old lady said it was good, who was he to argue? Sylvia spotted Jim from the back of the bar. She never allowed any of the younger girls to serve him - he was a VIP and she always saw to it that she served him personally. It was unusual for him to stop by at that time of day. She wondered if the Mayor had something on his mind. "What can I get you today, Mayor?" Sylvia asked Jim. "Ah, Sylvia," Jim replied. "I'm not sure there's anything you can help me with today. Just wanted to stop by and see a friendly face," he said. And arse, he thought! At forty-five years old, Sylvia was dynamite in cotton-lycra gym shorts. Her juice bar was right next door the to local gym, and thanks to her personal trainer son, Alexander, she had made more than an impressive effort at fighting off the effects of age. As she leaned across the bar, Jim allowed his eyes to linger on the round tops of her breasts, which seemed impossibly more pert than they should have been. He imagined gripping those tits in his hands, squeezing them, slapping them, pinching the nipples until they turned purple. "You're always welcome here Mayor," Sylvia said soothingly. "In fact, I've got a couple of things I wanted to go over with you. I wonder if you wouldn't mind coming upstairs?" Jim's eyebrows rose. Upstairs? He was unaware there was anything upstairs of Sylvia's juice bar. "What seems to be the problem?" Jim asked, curiosity starting to creep in around the edge of his voice. "I'll show you," Sylvia said. She walked to the end of the bar then stepped out into the walkway. "Up here," she said, pushing a door open to reveal a steep staircase leading up and away from the shop. Jim rose from his seat. He adjusted his belt and felt his cock twitch. He'd known Sylvia for years. If she needed help, he thought, he would certainly give it. He walked over to where she stood and allowed her to lead the way forward. Sylvia was dressed in a little denim mini skirt coupled with a skimpy white singlet and four-inch high wedge heeled slip-ons. As she sashayed up the stairs, he let his eyes drift up the long smooth line of her legs and was astounded to note he could see the round globes of her arse-cheeks just barely covered by her skirt. Surely she wore underwear? A g-string, he decided. At the top of the stairs Sylvia pushed a black door open and indicated that the Mayor should follow her inside. Jim was two steps behind her - when he reached the open door, he was stunned to see the interior of the studio upstairs. It was not a dusty, dowdy office as he'd expected. Instead he was greeted by a room with walls painted entirely in black. A red carpet trailed from the door over to a black leather sofa which Sylvia stood beside, her left hand on her hip, her right leg slightly bent, her head tilted forward, her lips moist and parted. "Come in," Sylvia said. Jim swallowed the saliva that had collected in his watering mouth. He stepped over the threshold and allowed the door to swing shut behind him. "Sylvia." Jim said, entirely lost for words. "I'll tell you about my problem, Mayor Fletcher," Sylvia said, stepping backwards and seating herself on the arm of the leather sofa. "What is it?" Jim said breathlessly, his heart beginning to race, his cock beginning to harden. Sylvia twisted her body on the sofa arm, pivoting on her hip then turning onto her stomach to lean over the arm, her arse thrust in the air, her buttocks wantonly spread, the blonde hair between her legs just visible, confirming to Jim that she was, in fact, not wearing any underwear at all. "I've been bad," Sylvia said from where she bent forward. She reached around with her right hand, clasped the hem of her short skirt and hitched it up to her waist, revealing a brilliantly coloured Chinese dragon tattoo positioned high on the right cheek. "I wonder if you'd like to punish me?" She turned her head to look at Jim, and he returned her gaze, incredulous that she was offering herself to him like this. "Sylvia. I," Jim spluttered. "Please, Mayor," Sylvia begged. "I need it!" Jim looked at Sylvia's arse-cheeks, so smooth, so round, just waiting for his hand to make a mark. There was nothing for it. Jim walked straight over to the sofa, took off his suit jacket, tossed it on the floor and unbuttoned the cuff of his white cotton shirt. "Tell me how bad you've been Sylvia," he said matter of factly. "Very bad," Sylvia replied. "I've fucked two of the gym instructors already this afternoon, and I sucked another one's cock this morning," she said. Jim rolled up his sleeve and raised his hand. "How could you?" he said coldly and brought his hand down, smack, against the soft underside of Sylvia's right butt-cheek. The sound echoed around the dungeon studio. Sylvia allowed a little moan escape from between her lips, but Jim did not pause to listen. He quickly delivered a blow to her left butt-cheek, then began alternating slaps in quick succession to Sylvia's arse, and watched with satisfaction as the white skin began to turn pink under his administrations. All these years Jim had been coming to Sylvia's juice bar, ordering his daily juice, chatting to her about nothing in particular, never suspecting that she was hiding a fully fledged dungeon in the room above. He had always considered she was entirely fuckable, and had never bothered to hide the fact that his eyes freely feasted on her tits whenever she wore a revealing top - which was virtually every day of her life. He had never thought to proposition her - okay so he was married, but that was a given. He'd had little strumpets throwing themselves at him ever since the day he was elected to the Mayoral office. And he'd taken great pleasure in fucking every single one of them with little or no care about his reputation. He knew they'd keep their mouths shut - it went without saying. But Sylvia? He'd never in his wildest dreams thought he would get a chance to get his mitts on her tidy little arse. Spanking her like this, he knew he would go further, but he wanted to finish the job at hand first. When Sylvia's moans turned to gasps, Jim paused and looked around the room. "Have you had enough, slut?" Jim quipped. "No, Mayor," Sylvia replied. "I'm a dirty slut and I should be punished for it!" she whimpered. Jim spied a black double flex paddle hanging on the wall over near the window. He strode over to it, grabbed it from its hook and walked back to where Sylvia still lay prone over the side of the sofa arm. Her buttocks were entirely burnished now. They glowed red, but he knew she could take more. Jim angled the paddle just so and began to strike lightly on Sylvia's already tortured flesh. He watched as each blow impacted against the roundness, lifting it slightly, then falling away again when he drew back the paddle for another strike. Sylvia had been leaning on her elbows over the sofa arm, but now it seemed she'd lost all control of her body and was lying limp, emitting little whimpering sounds with her eyes squeezed shut. "Have you had enough?" Jim demanded. "Yes, Mayor," Sylvia whispered. "Yes, it's enough." "I don't think it is," Jim stated frankly. He stepped up behind Sylvia, grabbed her skirt and hitched it even higher. He pushed her legs apart with his knees, unbuckled his trousers and allowed them to drop to his ankles. Jim lightly clasped Sylvia's left arse-cheek with his fist and pried it away from the crack to cast his eyes on her tight little anus. It contracted as he looked, so he reached down with his right hand and slid two fingers along Sylvia's juice-filled trench, found her swollen clit, and tweaked it with one short sharp pinch. Sylvia gasped and Jim took his hand away. He dragged his white cotton shorts down to his knees and grabbed his burning cock. "So slut," Jim said to Sylvia. "I hope your cunt isn't too sloppy from all the fucking you've done today. Because I'm going to fuck you now and I know you want it." "Please, Mr Mayor," Sylvia moaned. "Oh, please. Fuck me!" Jim dragged his dripping cock up and down Sylvia's trench, lubricating it in her cunt juices. She was wetter than wet. She wanted him - it was obvious. He positioned the head of his cock at the opening of her throbbing hole, and drove forward as she cried out in surprise. "Didn't think it would be that big, did you?" Jim breathed in Sylvia's ear. "No, sir!" she moaned, angling her arse upwards, welcoming the Mayor's invasion of her cunt. Jim began pounding away at Sylvia at a furious pace. She might have fucked two pussy-whipped gym instructors already today, but her cunt still gripped tightly to his thick cock. That was why so many girls threw themselves at him - his cock, it was all about his legendary cock. They all wanted to try it - see if they could handle it. Sylvia's hips made squelching sounds against the soft leather of the sofa as sweat began to build up from the hammering she was taking. Jim gripped her by the waist and held her still while he drove into her again and again, his breathing rapidly increasing, the tension in his balls building as he felt his orgasm approach. He was momentarily surprised when Sylvia's cunt suddenly contracted around his cock and her body went into delicious little convulsions. But he didn't care - his own climax was coming and he concentrated on clenching the muscles in his thighs as he reached the edge and pushed himself over it, never pausing, never missing a beat, ejaculating a mammoth load of hot cum within. Sylvia's cunt throbbed from the Mayor's zealous penetration. Its warm twitchings slowed as Jim slid his spent cock out of Sylvia's over-extended hole. "Sylvia!" Jim said grabbing her by the hips and turning her over on the sofa. Her arse sank onto the seat, her knees bent as she left her legs draped over the arm of the chair. Her face was flushed but she was smiling, her eyes hooded, her mouth moist. "Thank you, Mayor," she whispered, her chest heaving for breath. "No Sylvia," Jim said. "Thank you! Thank you very much." Sylvia lay along the sofa on her back. Seeing her lying there like that made the Mayor forget all about the horrendous day he'd had at City Hall. He kicked off his shoes and socks, then dumped his trousers and boxers, leaving his ample cock dangling free under his white business shirt. He wasn't a sporto anymore, but careful diet had meant his body retained a relatively good shape. He was proud that his arse hadn't yet begun to sag. Jim wandered over to the wall where he'd found the double flex paddle, and examined the other equipment hanging in a neat and orderly fashion on hooks and shelves. He reached forward and selected a slim riding crop then turned and headed back over to Sylvia who was still recuperating on the sofa. "I don't think I'm done yet," Jim said. He grabbed the front of Sylvia's white singlet, bunched it up in his fist then tore it off her torso. Tossing the ruined shirt aside, Jim's eyes returned to gaze lecherously at Sylvia's extraordinary tits, which to his amazement, she hadn't even bothered to contain in a bra of any description. They were large - twice the size of his wife's - with neat pink nipples in the centre, the areolas puckered with arousal, the nipples themselves standing pointed and erect. Jim leaned over and grabbed Sylvia's left breast. He squeezed it ferociously, feeling its fullness, wanting badly to get his mouth on it. Instead he released it and watched it wobble back into place. "Great tits," Jim said looking Sylvia directly in the eye. "Thank you Mayor," Sylvia said. "Hurt them!" Jim's face broke into a leer. "My pleasure," he growled then grasped Sylvia's left nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He watched her face as he began to pinch, applying more and more pressure to the delicate skin while dragging it up and away from Sylvia's chest. Jim continued to hold the pinch, his own skin going white with the effort until finally Sylvia released a little yelp. "Ah!" Jim said, approval brimming over in his voice. "There's a good slut." He stepped back and away from the sofa, sliced the riding crop through the air twice to test its weight, then without warning, took a fierce side-on swipe at Sylvia's tortured tit, delighting to hear her squeal with pain. "That's what I like," Jim said. He reached over and struck the other tit in the exact same way, then watched with pleasure as the blood rose in each and rushed to form a round circle of rouge where the crop had come into contact with the smooth white flesh. Jim dropped the crop then kneeled beside the sofa to clasp the top of Sylvia's left breast while he cupped the right with his other hand. He was salivating already when he bent his head and extended his tongue to tantalise the tip of one nipple. Sylvia moaned at the sensation - the saliva cool against her burning sensitive skin, Jim closed his mouth around the entire areola then and began to suck insistently, his lips massaging the outer ring of skin while his tongue tickled the nipple tip. Then without warning, Jim closed his teeth around Sylvia's nipple and began to bite down hard. Already tense from the tit torture, Sylvia gasped for breath, the pain intensifying and becoming almost too excruciating to bear. And the more she moaned the harder the Mayor bit down until Sylvia was convinced he intended to bite her nipple right off. She began to squirm on the sofa so Jim took his hand away from her right breast, trailed his fingers lazily down across her belly then drove them between her legs and deep within her cunt. He didn't need to say it - she knew what he meant: don't move slut. Immediately Sylvia forced herself to be still, her mind focused on the pain at her breast - white, burning, utterly unbearable. Finally Jim removed his mouth from her nipple and licked his lips. "That's good," he said. "I like a woman who knows how to behave." Jim turned his attention to the fingers on his left hand, still buried deep within Sylvia's cunt. He rested his thumb against her already swollen clitoris and began to massage her g-spot within. Sylvia gazed up at Jim, her pupils dilated, eyes wide. "Let me taste your cock," she begged. Jim was happy to comply. Still massaging her cunt, Jim threw a leg over Sylvia's head, raised himself off the floor and positioned himself over her face with his knees on either side of her head. His long fat cock hung against her lips. She opened her mouth and he lowered his cock into the warm wet cavity. Sylvia closed her lips around the shaft and began to slide them up and down the length of it, her mouth stretched, hardly able to cope with the breadth of the thing. Thrilled to receive such a service, Jim slid his fingers from within Sylvia's slippery cunt and bent forward to bury his face between her legs. Her scent was maddening - a mixture of cunt juices and cum that he'd just deposited there. He ran his tongue down the length of her trench then tilted his chin forward to drag his five o'clock shadow across the sensitive swollen skin. Sylvia moaned with Jim's cock stuffed in her mouth. She continued to lave at the large vein on the underside of his cock, its head jiggling at the back of her throat, forcing her to produce even more saliva in her mouth. Jim pushed Sylvia's legs open wider then lowered his head between her thighs and positioned his chin against her clit. He forced his tongue into the hot opening of her hole and nestled his nose against the skin below it then set up a steady licking motion, and was thrilled to hear Sylvia begin to moan uncontrollably under his administrations. Her mouth on his cock was sensational. He began to thrust his hips and back forth and marvelled at how she never once gagged on his more than average sized member. Sylvia's lips continued to slide up and down the length of the shaft, almost to the base, the head of his cock lost somewhere in the depths of her throat. Jim returned his attention to his tongue work, his hands gripping Sylvia by the thighs, forcing her to keep her clit against his rough stubble, never once allowing her to relieve the pressure. But Jim could feel his balls tightening and his knew his climax was close. He licked faster at Sylvia's cunt, wanting to keep her approaching orgasm in time with his own - he knew if he came first he'd entirely lose his focus and he wouldn't have her suck him off without coming at the same time. Jim felt the flesh around Sylvia's cunt begin to contract - he licked and sucked and massaged, his face now entirely covered with the juices from her cunt. His breathing quickened as he heard Sylvia gurgle around her own saliva. Finally Jim could stand it no more - he clenched his butt-cheeks, tensed his thighs and thrust his cock deeper into Sylvia's mouth, giving her no chance but to swallow his cum. Sylvia banged her hips up against Jim's head, bucking uncontrollably, his chin scraping against her clit until finally she groaned with ecstasy and came all over Jim's face. Jim lifted his head, took a deep breath and reached over to pick up Sylvia's torn t-shirt from the floor. He leaned back on his haunches and Sylvia released his cock from her mouth. Jim wiped Sylvia's cunt juices from his face with the shirt and looked down into Sylvia's eyes. "Woman," he said, "you are one incredible fuck." Upstairs Downstairs "I've only got two weeks left." "Excuse me?" Her gentle voice said in a startled tone down the phone. "Well so they told me, then I am gone." I handed the old lady back my phone and she continued her conversation with her granddaughter on the other end. "Please young man... Come with me to my house. My granddaughter wants to meet you, you have frightened us." I looked around the street contemplating my options then I just nodded. I lowered the car and removed the jack and put it and the flat wheel in the boot of her car. We drove for about 20 minutes and then we got to an exclusive up-market part of Dublin. Two huge gates opened automatically and the Mercedes proceeded to the doors of this mansion. I felt so out of place. I hadn't shaved for 3 days and I hadn't showered for 4. My Adidas trainers were almost worn to the sole and my t-shirt was sweaty. I had gone to Super Deal for a bottle of wine and I noticed in the corner of the car park a small elderly lady trying to open the wheel nuts of a flat wheel. "Please, let me do that," I said proffering my hand to take the wheel brace from her. "Thank you young man," she said with a smile. I'd fixed enough flats in my lifetime and soon I was nipping up the nuts ready to be tightened when the car was down. "My granddaughter will be worried sick," she exclaimed, "And I don't have one of them mobile phones." I took my phone from my pocket and dialled the number she told me and handed it to her. She chatted to her granddaughter and handed the phone to me to speak. "Thank you for helping my grandmother," The voice said. "She would like you to come and have lunch as a way to thank you... She said you refused money. Do you have a plan for today?" The mahogany door opened and I was greeted with a big smile and a warm handshake. "I'm Roisin," She said. Come in please," she added in her cultured well-educated tone. "My name is Joe." I was led through the kitchen into the conservatory at the rear of the house. The young lady took my coat then I slumped back into the sumptuous chair and surveyed the enormous landscaped garden. "Can I get you a drink Joe? Tea, coffee, Scotch, Irish, Gin?" "Gin and tonic would be lovely thank you." Roisin took 3 crystal glasses and plonked ice into them. Her Levi's looked like they were made to measure for her slim figure and accentuated her beautiful rounded buttocks. Her pink blouse followed the contours of her upper body and figured in at her slim waist. This was a young lady that took care of herself. I just bet she was a vegetarian tree hugger. The old lady re-appeared as Roisin put 3 glasses on a tray and offered a drink to her grandmother and then to me. She took her own and sat in a chair beside me. This would not be a normal conversation and the two ladies looked at each other not knowing how to begin. "It's hard to even ask this," Roisin said nervously glancing at her mother on my other side. "What is it that you have?" I looked into my glass and took a breath. "I can't even pronounce it, I just know there is something in my head. A big sneeze could be the end for me." "That is awful," Roisin said sounding distressed. She placed a well-manicured hand on my arm and as I stared into her huge brown eyes she added, "Whom do you live with? Are you married?" "Oh no, I'm not. I'm okay I share a house with 6 nice Polish people. Okay the room is small but it's ok. I'm really sorry for my appearance but the shower is broken. We are waiting for the plumber for four days now." "Okay I've heard enough," Roisin said. "You are staying with us, ok Nan?" She added looking for affirmation from her grandmother. "Yes young man you will stay here," added the old lady. "He can have David's room Rosh. You need not worry about clothes, my son's will fit you perfectly I'm sure." A knock on the door woke me the following morning. I jumped up in the bed as the door opened and Roisin walked in holding two cups. "Tea?" she said walking to the bed offering me a cup of tea. "So where is everybody? Have you no work?" I asked. "I'm afraid I'm being rather naughty today," she replied. "I rang in sick. Truth is we do not want you to be alone and we do not want grandmother boring you to death." A startled look replaced the smile. "Oh I'm so sorry, that was so insensitive of me." "Oh it's okay I know you didn't mean it," I replied looking into my cup. She placed her cup and saucer on the table beside the bed and slid beneath the duvet. "Anyway I've good news for you. You are not going to be alone his week. Deirdre is calling Sunday night and she will stay with you on Monday and Tuesday when I go back to work and then Ciara will look after you on Wednesday and Thursday. You'll really like my sisters, they are great." For a 23 year-old Roisin had such innocence in her voice. "Is there anything I can do for you?" She asked. "Just hold me please," I replied. She held out her arm and I rested my head on her chest and she wrapped her arm around me. Her towelling bathrobe was long and thick but I could hear her heart beating hard in her chest. Her brown shoulder length hair was still damp from the shower. The only flesh I could feel was her feet. She rested the soles of her feet on the tops of mine. The way I felt that was enough and the blood began pumping into my manhood slowly swelling it. I turned my body into her and let my now hard cock press into her leg. "Oh, you are... MMMmmm, hard!" She exclaimed. "I'm so sorry," I replied moving my lower body so my prick didn't press into her. "That's ok, I understand," she said softly. "Can I do something for you? Relieve you?" "Oh I couldn't ask you to do something like that." I said. "I don't mind, honestly. Nobody has to know. I want you to enjoy the time you have left." She got out of bed and removed her bathrobe letting it fall to the floor. Her cotton nightdress was long and old-fashioned. It crossed my mind that she must have borrowed it from her grandmother. She folded back the duvet revealing my lower body and more to the point my boxers that resembled a wigwam. Her movements were slow and graceful and she kneeled on the bed next to me. She took the waistband of my boxers and raised it gently over my erection as if afraid she would hurt me. She slid my boxers down my waist and then off my legs. I felt like this was a medical procedure as I was about to get a blowjob and we hadn't even kissed. She took my cock in her hand and then lowered her head down and I thought my heart would explode as she took my length in her hot mouth. Her innocence disappeared as she moved her head and her hand in unison up and down the length of my shaft. I rested my hand on the top of her head as she pleasured me but I could see nothing of her body in the nightdress. Her feet were flawless and her lower legs were slightly tanned. She had the hallmarks of somebody that didn't have to work hard and enjoyed many holidays in the sun making her skin keep its golden appearance. I wanted so much to see her naked. "Can I ask you to do something for me?" She stopped what she was doing and turned her head to me. "Of course Joseph." She said willingly. "Would you take off your nightdress please?" She smiled and grabbed the end of her nightdress and raised it over her head and tossed it on the floor. "These too?" She enquired tugging at the sides of her plain white cotton panties. In one deft movement she changed position and rested her arse on the bed, gripped her panties and lowered them down her hips to her thighs revealing her cunt lips peering through her arse. She tossed the garment to the floor and resumed her position and grasped my cock and began sucking again. "Are you going to ejaculate?" She asked taking a break from what she was doing. "Oh no I couldn't do that in your mouth," I replied. She lay down on the bed and parted her legs. I got up and lay between them, I took my knob and probed her vaginal lips and pushed. I felt her body jerk and she let out a sharp intake of breath. I felt my knob burrow inside her then I fed my length deep inside her hot love passage. Her eyes were closed tightly and she gritted her teeth as every inch of my hardness entered her. I looked down at her and thought what a perfect body she had. I slid my cock out then pushed it in again then my movements became faster. As I thrust harder into her, her breasts flopped up and down. I felt a warm feeling rising in my stomach and my head began to swim in ecstasy. I glanced down the length of her gorgeous body then my balls pulsed and I pumped my hot spunk inside her. I held my cock inside her to make sure she had every drop then slid out of her. She didn't say a word and ran to the bathroom keeping her thighs tight so as not to let my semen spill on the expensive carpet. A few minutes later she came back and slid into bed beside me. "Thank you for making this day so special for me," I said. "Can I ask a small favour?" "Of course," She replied. "I'd love a photo... Just of you and me. I want to remember this day as if it were my last." "Yes Joseph of course you may." I reached under my pillow and produced my Nokia N95. "Wow, nice phone!" she commented. "I won it in a radio phone in," I replied. We sat back in the bed and she pulled the duvet up just over her breasts and I held the phone at arm's length and clicked. "I will treasure this image of you and me together." On Sunday evening we sat watching Coronation Street when the door opened. It had to be Deirdre. Roisin jumped up and hugged her and with an arm around her introduced me. I shook hands and noticed how similar she was to Roisin. Her hair was darker and shorter but her eyes were the same deep brown and her mouth fashioned a similar smile. The following morning I was awoken by a knock on the door. Deirdre appeared with two cups of tea in her hands. My first impression was that she had a better sense of fashion than her older sister. Her dressing gown was made of satin and very short and very high up on her thighs. She handed me the cup and I smiled gratefully. She sat on the edge of the bed and crossed her lovely pale skinned legs. "Roisin told me about your.... Condition," she said as if struggling to find the words. "Oh well, such is life eh?" I replied. "I can't believe that such a nice guy like you may be gone so young. Is there anything I can do for you?" "Can you just hold me," I said as if about to burst into tears. She stood up and slid beneath the duvet. I lay into her and she wrapped her arms around me. I positioned myself so that my cock pressed into her thigh. She removed her dressing gown and tossed it to the end of the bed. "I know you are aroused Joseph so I want to make this morning special for you." She threw her leg over me and mounted me feeding my erect cock inside her. "Relax Joseph, let me do the work." She gyrated her crotch and pulsed her vaginal walls as if massaging my cock with her insides. "Tell me what you want Joseph?" "Well I have never tried anal," I replied. "Then today is your day." She got off me and disappeared out the door returning a couple of minutes later holding a small tub of Vaseline. "Just be gentle ok?" She said as she took up a position on all fours. At first I just rubbed my hands over her perfect buttocks not quite believing my luck in all this. I planted a kiss on both arse cheeks then I opened the Vaseline and smeared a load on my middle finger. I pulled her arse cheeks apart and slowly slipped my finger into her anus. Her hot rectal passage caressed my finger as I gently slid it in and out of her. I then smeared some of the lubricant on my cock then I probed her anus again. I pushed hard till my penis slowly made it's way into her rectum. She was letting out a succession of sounds beneath me no doubt in some pain as my cock pushed into her back passage. I held her hips as my hardness came to a stop buried deep inside her. I withdrew slowly to the tip then slid back in again. I pushed inside her again and again and each time I built up speed. Her rectum was so hot it almost burned my cock. My head swam in delirium until I felt my balls contract and they unleashed their load inside her. I held my cock there till it drained every drop inside her then pulled it out and fell to the bed. She gingerly got off the bed and went to the bathroom. She returned a short time later and slid into bed and cuddled into me. "Thank you for making this day so special for me," I said. "Can I ask a small favour?" "Of course," She replied. "I'd love a photo... Just of you and me. I want to remember this day as if it were my last." "Sure Joseph, no problem." On Tuesday I asked Deirdre for a photo of Ciara. My heart sank when she showed me a picture of a schoolgirl about 16 years old. "Oh she is young," I remarked. "Well that was taken about 3 years ago," Deirdre replied. "Ciara is 19 years old now and has grown up since then." That night the doorbell rang and Deirdre answered. "Joe, meet Ciara." I help out my hand and looked into Ciara's big blue eyes. She was very different from her sisters. On Wednesday morning I was awoken by a knock on the door. Ciara entered with two cups of tea in her hand. Any ideas I would have had about sex were distinguished early on. Ciara was wearing Winnie the Pooh pyjamas. She handed me the cup and jumped under the duvet. "Oh it's cold today," she said. "Maybe we can snuggle." She pointed the remote at the TV, powered it on and flicked trough the channels. I sipped my tea and resigned myself to a day of watching TV. When I finished I put the cup on the cabinet beside my bed. Ciara kept flicking then powered the TV off. "Enough of that eh? Let's cuddle." She draped herself across me and rested her head on my chest. "MMMmmm, you are so warm," she sighed with her eyes closed. I changed position and wrapped my two arms around her. I ran my hand up and down her back and then I deliberately let my hand wander under the cotton pyjama top up her bare back. The feel of warm naked flesh sent the blood pumping into my cock until it was fully erect. I positioned myself so that my cock pressed into her pubic bone. I grasped her buttock and pulled her into me. "Is there anything you would like me to do for you?" she whispered in my ear. "I'd never dream of asking you," I replied. "Please... Just ask. Roisin told me to make you feel at home and to look after you. I'm not that young, I know you are aroused. Can I help with it?" I didn't answer and broke away from her hold. As I lay astride her she instinctively opened her legs, I took two sides of her pyjama top and pulled it till the buttons gave way and it popped open. Her breasts were the smallest but they were round and the nipples were dark red and erect. I sucked her breast and gently bit a nipple. She gasped and grasped my head. As I aggressively sucked her tit I ground my hardness into her mound. I just couldn't stand it anymore so I raised myself up and took the waistband of her pyjamas and pulled them down revealing the lovely sight of her young pussy. It had a tuft of bright golden hair making a pattern as if pointing to the treasure between her legs. "Can I lick you?" I asked. She bit her lip and nodded. She parted her legs and flexed them as I positioned myself to go down on her. I massaged her pink cunt lips then slid a finger inside her. I pulled her lips back till her clit was exposed and I licked it. Her body squirmed and she groaned as I fingered her and licked her. "Stop please," she said. "I should be pleasuring you." I smiled and lay back down on the bed and let her get to it. "Thank you for making this day so special for me," I said. "Can I ask a small favour?" "Of course," She replied. "I'd love a photo... Just of you and me. I want to remember this day as if it were my last." "Yes Joseph of course you may." I killed the engine of my Porsche 944 in my reserved parking spot and walked through the revolving doors then took the lift to my office on the 6th floor. "Good morning Mister King," Nicola, my secretary said handing me my mail. "Good morning beautiful," I replied. In my office my brother had his feet on my desk reclining in my sumptuous leather chair with his hands behind his head. "Well big brother, how did you do?" Matthew asked me. "Three," I replied. "Three?" He asked in a shocked voice. I reached into my inside pocket and produced 3 photos that I'd printed out. I threw Roisin's photo on the desk. "Fuck, she's nice!" Matthew commented. I then tossed him the photo of Deirdre. "Wow, I can see the family resemblance." And lastly lovely Ciara. "You fucking pervert, she is too young." My kid brother said. "Bollox, she is 19!" "You fucked his three daughters over a house?" Matthew asked. "It wasn't a house," I replied. "It was a €250,000 property." "Joseph, we own a multi-million portfolio of properties. Their father is small fry." "It's the principal little brother, the principle." "How did you get the 3 of them into bed?" He asked. "Easy," I replied. "The grandmother is a creature of habit. Goes shopping in same day, same time. She parks in the same spot away from the other cars to make parking easier. The old nail in the tyre trick and she had a puncture and I was on hand to help." "Please don't tell me you did that 'I've something in my head' routine?" Matthew asked. "Ha ha ha... Course I did, it never fails." "You know I've never asked you my brother, but what IS this thing in your head?" I sat in his chair and mirrored his position with my hands behind my head and replied. "Well we all have one brother, it's my brain!"