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Barbecue

By: Ashson



I finally met her at a barbecue that Mick was throwing. It was a bit of an open house and I suppose about twenty of us rocked up for it. Knowing it was coming up, we'd all chipped in and Mick had picked up a couple of kegs, so a good time was expected by all.

Among the attendees was Bobby, with his new bride, Kathleen. None of us had ever got to see her before the wedding, they'd had a private ceremony and Bobby sort of kept her away from the old crowd after the wedding and most of us hadn't seen her at all. 

Bobby was just this little bit jealous about things he considered his. He always had been, not even sharing his toys as a kid. He was really self-centred about what he considered his, and I suppose Kathleen came under that category.

Seeing that she was there and a stranger, I thought it only good manners to wander over and introduce myself and offer to introduce her around, as it appears Bobby wasn't going to. Besides, it would annoy Bobby, and anything that annoyed Bobby was OK in my books.

"Hi, you must be Kathleen," I said. "I'm Alexander. Alex for short."

Kathleen smiled and said "Hi," but that was it for the conversation. Bobby was there instantly, smiling and nodding to me and carting Kathleen away to talk to some of the other wives and girlfriends.

Typical Bobby behaviour, so it was water off a duck's back as far as I was concerned. Kathleen didn't seem too pleased to be hustled away like that, but she smiled and greeted the wives and girlfriends cordially.

I kept a casual eye on Kathleen's whereabouts, as she seemed a nice young woman and I wouldn't mind having a chat and indulging in a little light flirtation. Nothing serious, mind you. She was a married woman, after all.

Bobby, I soon saw, was holding true to form. Any time one of the boys approached her he was there, a little sheepdog sending off the big bad wolves, diverting Kathleen away from the dangerous animals and expertly shepherding her back to the women's fold.

Kathleen, I had noticed, was wearing form fitting yoga pants, and a very nice form they were fitting, too. She also had on a skimpy top, which was more of a boob tube than anything. With the heat of the day and the casual occasion she was dressed appropriately, and she looked really good in it. However, if she didn't have a jacket in the car she was going to freeze shortly, because the forecast was for a cool change. No rain, just a southerly blowing up over the bay and cooling everything down somewhat. I could already feel the first gentle gusts.

Looking over the playing field, I decided that Kathleen needed a break from Bobby's close attentions, and the best way to do that would be to trap Bobby. I sought out Helen, and pointed her at Bobby. If she couldn't distract him for fifteen minutes, no-one could.

The temperature was starting to fall now, and a couple of jackets had appeared as if by magic. Kathleen seemed to give a little shiver and then turned and said something to Bobby. The pair of them turned and had taken about one step in the direction of the driveway when Helen struck.

She's an irresistible force, and Bobby is both scared of and fascinated by her. When she popped up in front of him he came to a full halt and introduced Kathleen. Then Helen started talking. After about five minutes, Kathleen was nudging Bobby. She was getting cold. He absentmindedly handed her the car keys and continued talking to Helen.

Kathleen looked a little surprised and then headed toward the driveway.

Mick's driveway has this kink in it about halfway down. Once into that kink you're reasonably private, as it's shielded by the house from both the back and front yards. I believe the kink was built in to protect this massive oak tree that was there. Silly if you ask me, because the roots are sure to cause damage to the house foundations.

By the oddest coincidence, I happened to be walking along this kink in the driveway just as Kathleen came around the far corner of the kink.

I smiled. "As I was saying before we were interrupted, I'm Alex."

Kathleen laughed.

"Hullo, Alex. You'll have to excuse me. I'm just going to the car to get a jacket. It's a bit cold. If I'm not back soon Bobby will come looking for me."

"You can take a few minutes to get acquainted. It's not cold here. We're sheltered by the house and the oak tree."

Kathleen glanced at the tree.

"Isn't that tree a bit too close to the house?" she asked. "I'd have thought the roots would interfere with the foundations."

"Greenies in the council insisted that the tree stay, but you're quite right. As you can see, the driveway had a rather large crack and a bump where a root is growing."

Kathleen shook her head. "Some greenies are fanatics," she said. "They have absolutely no common sense or a proper sense of proportion. Everything is always a major deal with them."

I smiled. As far as I was concerned, that word was my cue. 

"True," I said, taking a step nearer to her. "Speaking of a sense of proportion, I really want to check out yours."

Startled when I moved closer, Kathleen had tried to step back, only to find that I'd manoeuvred her against the side of the house. Before she caught on to what I was doing, I took hold of her top and lifted. I'd been right. It was a simple boob tube with nothing underneath but a pair of beautiful boobs. 

Kathleen squeaked with surprise and grabbed for her top, which was a mistake. My hands just dropped to her waist, hooked onto her yoga pants and pulled them quickly downwards, collecting her panties along the way.

Letting go of her top, without pulling it back into position, Kathleen grabbed for her pants, way too late. I caught her hands as they came down and the next thing Kathleen knew she was leaning back against the house, hands pinned behind her while I took a leisurely look over her charms.

"Relax and stop worrying," I told her, soothing her a little before she screamed. "I just wanted to see the treasure that Bobby has been guarding so zealously. I have no intention of ravishing you, even though you are exquisite. I know, it's wicked and I must be demented, but what can I say? That's just me."

"All right, you've seen," Kathleen hissed at me. "Now let me go. Someone could come at any moment."

"I know. Exciting, isn't it? Just give me a moment to treasure this."

This point was where things started heading in a direction that I hadn't intended. What I meant to do was just teasingly stroke Kathleen from her breasts to her nicely shaven pussy and then letting her go. Flustered, embarrassed and indignant, but essentially unharmed.

What actually happened was I swept my hand across her breasts and both her nipples sprang to attention. I heard her give a muffled groan and could feel her squirming under my touch as my hand slid smoothly over her silky skin, circled her navel, and descended to her mons.

I lightly scratched her mons, with a frantic little squeak escaping her lips when I did it, and then my hand slid between her legs and cupped her pussy. That last bit, I hadn't intended. I could have sworn her legs were closed when I started my sweep, and I was just a little startled to find myself cupping her there.

And I'm positive I didn't deliberately slide a finger between her lips, but it was there, feeling her inner heat and moistness. I just held her there for a moment, my finger lightly teasing inside her, while Kathleen was squirming again, pressing against my hand.

"I'm sorry," I told her, "but I think the time is coming where you might need to stop relaxing and start to panic."

I released Kathleen's hands and ran my now free hand down her thigh to hold her behind her knee, lifting her leg up and sidewards. My other hand had temporarily abandoned her sweet pussy, unzipping me and letting my little friend come out. He wanted to play.

"Are you totally insane?" hissed Kathleen. "You can't do this to me here. Someone will come. I'm surprised Bobby isn't already here."

"Bobby is stuck until Helen lets him go," I told her, "but you're right. Someone may come, so we'd better make this quick."

"You deliberately had that woman waylay him, didn't you?" Kathleen accused, but her question seemed to lose a lot of force when her voice rose sharply with a squeak as my cock started to explore her.

"My god, you are mad," Kathleen gasped, but that didn't stop my cock from driving deep, moving quickly and surely.

The leg I'd lifted was now hooked around my waist, and I was fully inside Kathleen, pumping hard. Kathleen was trying to keep her mouth closed, but little squeaks and squeals were emerging, and her hips were thrusting eagerly to meet me. She seemed to have a lot of frustration within her, and now she was letting it all out on my poor weapon.

"Gods," she gritted out between clenched teeth. "I don't believe this. If anyone comes I will kill you. Painfully. Oh, god," she added as a postscript, as I gave an extra hard lunge.

We both knew that we were really pushing all acceptable limits, but I couldn't stop and Kathleen didn't seem to want to. She was pumping me just as hard and fast as I was taking her, although I suspect that she was ready to scream rape to protect her honour if someone did come. Not that I'd blame her. I had made all the running, after all.

Then I was spilling my load and Kathleen was shaking like a wild thing and clamping her hands over her mouth, but I could still hear the screams trying to rip up out of her throat.

Much as I would have liked to stay and savour the moment, I knew it just was not on. I disengaged and hastily straightened my clothing, while Kathleen did likewise. One last look at me and she bolted down the driveway to Bobby's car.

I faded inconspicuously into the bushes, feeling she might not want to meet me on her way back. I'm considerate that way. It was fortunate that I did, because Bobby came storming down the driveway, looking for his missing property.

"Really, Bobby," I could hear her saying, as they strolled back towards the barbecue. "Just what is your problem this afternoon? You've been watching me like a hawk. Are you scared one of your friends is going to push me up against the nearest wall and ravish me? You need to have a little faith."

Barbecue at My Aunt's



I have had literally hundreds of fantasies in my lifetime and I am only in my twenties. Some of my fantasies are simple and to the point. Some are very detailed and would take hours of preparatory writing just so the reader would remotely understand the point. Most of my fantasies deal with the same topics. These topics are usually incestuous and always include in some relation, panties. This story starts being true. I am sure you will be able to tell when the story shifts from the what really went on to fantasy. Enjoy. 

When I was about 18 I realized my love of panties. I would always look through the panty drawers of who ever I could. This included my mother, my sisters and just about any other female whose bedroom I came across. I even remember ounce while at a good friends house I looked through his mother lingerie drawer.

This story though, begins when my aunt went away on vacation. My dad and I decided that it would be really relaxing to go and house sit for her since she lived in the country and had a beach front property. When we arrived, my dad went out on the deck to read a book and I went up to my aunts bedroom. I opened the top drawer of her wooden dresser and saw a pretty pathetic collection of lingerie. After sorting through several pairs of old cotton panties I decided to direct my attention to the assortment of bras that were arranged in the right end of the drawer. I picked out a silk bra and held it out to admire the large size of the cups. I threw the bra on the bed and resumed my search for something more interesting.

My hand first hit a plastic grocery bag and then the tubular shape of some unknown object. Before I could even ask myself what the object was it hit me. I had found my aunts vibrator. I quickly pulled the bag out and closed the drawer. I then called out the window to my dad that I was going to take an afternoon snooze, and retired to my guest-room.

I could barely contain my excitement as I pulled out the white vibrator. I knew my aunt must have used it lately since there was still a condom on it. I put the tip of the vibrator to my noise and took a deep sniff. The musky smell of pussy filled my brain.

That weekend I sniffed and sucked on the vibrator every night while I jerked off. By the time we had to leave I had nearly worn the batteries out on the thing. I replaced it back in the drawer Sunday afternoon right before we left.

About a year later I finally got the chance to sneak the vibrator from my Aunts top drawer. Once again she had gone away and my dad and a few other family members including my step mom were house sitting for her. The first thing I did when I got to the house was head up stairs and grab the Vibrator. By this time in my life I had begun experimenting with anal penetration and I couldn't wait to put the vibrator up my anus. I went into the bathroom and using shaving cream as lubrication I managed to get the vibrator almost completely into my ass. Unfortunately the combination of me going to fast and not using a proper lubricant made my anus burn and I quickly discharged the vibrator. I didn't attempt using the vibrator for anything other then sucking on for the rest of that trip.

Before long it was time to go for what I thought would be another year. I was very happy when I learned about a week later that my aunt had invited us all down over night for a barbecue. The night of the barbecue was about a week away and I spent most of that time jerking off dreaming about putting the vibrator up my anus.

The night of the barbecue I faked a stomach ache and headed up to my aunts room. I found the vibrator right where I had left it and to my pleasure I also found a tube of KY jelly in the plastic bag. I went into the bathroom and began to smear the KY jelly all over the vibrator. I then smeared a small amount all over my anus. A few seconds later the buzzing vibrator was 4 inches up my anus and I was jerking off like mad. My legs felt weak from the pleasure I was experiencing. I was just about to cum when I heard someone knocking on the door. I quickly pulled the vibrator from my anus and frantically tried to turn it off before I answered. The Vibrator was very slippery from the KY jelly and in my attempts to quite it's endless buzzing I dropped it on the floor. The knocking persisted as the vibrator began to make furious noise as it rattled around the floor freely.

"Are you OK in there your father said you were sick?" the familiar voice of my aunt asked.

"I am fine I was just ah using the bathroom," I finally managed to answer just as I got the run away vibrator under control.

Just then my aunt burst into the room and slammed the door behind her. I stood in front of my aunt wearing absolutely nothing with a fully lubricated sex toy in my hand and the biggest erection I think I had ever had. She made a motion like to be quite by putting her finger across her lips and slowly began to shed her clothing. The initial shock of being caught masturbating in such horrible circumstances still hadn't worn off so I hardly noticed that my aunt now stood before me wearing only a silk bra and a pair of flimsy cotton pants. When I finally "came to" my aunt was standing about a foot away from my pinching her nipples through her bra with one hand and rubbing her crotch underneath her panties with the other hand.

"Come on we, haven't got long," she said while motioning for the vibrator.

I handed it to her but she nudged it away and said, "no you use it."

I turned around and began to probe my anus once again with the now silent toy.

"No, I mean you use it on me," my aunt explained.

I sheepishly pulled the toy from my ass and turned the knob to the highest setting of vibrate. My aunt then sat on the edge of the tub and pulled her now soaked panties to one side of her un-shaven pussy. I got on my hands and knees and began exploring my aunts pussy. I carefully maneuvered the toy in between the swollen lips of her pussy until I felt the tip of the vibrator begin to sink into her dripping hole. I pushed the vibrator in as far as I could until only a fraction of an inch was still above surface.

"That isn't any go-," my aunt tried to say but before she could finish I dove my face into her crotch and put pressure on her clit with my tongue.

She let out a moan that I thought was loud enough to get us busted by the 15 or so relatives that mingled just one floor below us. I continued licking my aunts clit and the vibrator still sat and engulfed in her pink hole. I then lowered my attention to her puckered anus. I felt around to my own anus and removed some lubrication with my finger that I then used to probe her little rose. She continues to moan heavily throughout this entire ordeal. 

Her moan alone could have made me cum. It was deep and throaty and I could tell that it was a true moan of a woman who was being pleasured in the most intense way possible. Realizing how long it had been since I came upstairs and assuming people downstairs would probably begin looking for me and my aunt I decided to end the sexual flurry. I pulled the vibrator out from my aunts hole and pushed it into her anus. I then licked her pussy from were the vibrator now resided all the way up her hairy mound. I then settled back on the clit and began licking it quickly and carefully. I could feel my aunts entire body tense up and I saw the vibrator literally get squeezed out of her now enflamed anus. 

Her body shook and quivered until what seemed like gallons of thick white cum began to poor out of her pussy and drip down the side of the bath tube. I cupped the sweet juice in my hand and began drinking it as though it were spring water pouring from a little river. Her thrusting continued for at least 5 minutes until she seemed to almost pass out.

A couple seconds later she "awoke" and began thanking me for the work I had done. She then insisted that she return the favor. I pleaded with her to do it another time since I was terrified we would be caught. She wouldn't listen and bent down until she was eye level with my now rock hard cock. She began to lick the very tip of my cock. My pre cum had started running down the sides of my dick by now and she followed the drips with her tongue. Being only 18 at the time and more importantly having sat through the last 10 minutes of events without already reaching orgasm I came quite quickly.

"I am going to cum," I spit out between grunts.

Before I could cum my aunt leaned away from my dick and slid her still sopping wet pussy forward. She then jerked me off until I had cum all over he crotch. She then rubbed my cum into her swollen hole and all down her anus. She licked the palm of the her hand as though it were a lollipop. She then rubbed our mixed juices until her hand was once again coated in the thick white mixture. She rubbed the mix all over her tits and continued to periodically lick her hands clean.

I began to lick the cum mixture off her chest and eventually off her pussy until she finally clued into how probable it was that we were going to get caught. We both dressed in a frantic fit. My aunt took her cotton panties which were literally dripping with both her cum and mine and wrapped them in a small bag which was under the sink.

"Take these for later. I imagine they will make your evening fun," with that she handed the bag to me, kissed me on the lips and returned to her guests as if nothing had happened. The kiss left my mouth with the sweet taste of our cum mixture and I walked with great satisfaction down the stairs to join the rest of my family for the barbecue.



Barbecue, Lingerie, and Power Tools



Joe called Mary Lou on her cell phone to let her know that the house was now void of all his friends and male relatives. The Barbecue and Power Tool party had ended. She was on her way home from a Linens and Lingerie shower her aunt Peggy had thrown for her.

"Just wait until I show you what Martha Mitchell gave me, Joe. You will just love it." "If it's something I'll see your lush, round curves half naked in, baby, it will be perfect. Just wait until YOU see what your Uncle Billy Ray gave me." Joe's voice was full of glee.

"Darlin' the only power tool you've got that I'm interested in is attached to your body." Mary Lou giggled as she hung up, promising to be at the house in the next 20 minutes.

Their wedding was three days away. If it hadn't been for their small town Alabama lives and their families, they'd already be living together, but both families disapproved, so the big church wedding was planned.

Joe stood at the front window watching for Mary Lou as she drove up in her two seat, bright red Miata. He grinned as he positioned himself just by the front door and waited for her to enter. When she opened the door she found him standing there, wearing nothing but a smile, a barbecue apron that said "Chili Lovers- Some Like It Hot" and had chili peppers engaged in various sexual positions, and a matching barbecue mitt. The mitt was NOT on his hand. Instead it was protruding lewdly from beneath the apron. Mary Lou gasped, then giggled as he worked the tongs in one hand, acting as pinchers, and waved the spatula in the other at the screwing peppers.

"So, baby, which position do you want to try first?" "You nut! I have to get all these bags unloaded before it starts raining and you're standing there naked!" "But I'm not naked. See, I'm clothed, no one can see my little soldier." He hunched his hips forward, fucking at air and followed her into the den as she sat the handful of gift bags she was carrying on the coffee table.

One of the bags fell over, its contents spilling on the floor. When she bent to pick it up, he swatted her denim covered behind with the spatula.

"Ow!" She jumped up, turning to face him, rubbing her bottom. "You ass. That hurt." "No, it didn't hurt, hon, it was just a little tenderizing." He made another lewd gesture with the mitt. Mary Lou caught him off guard and grabbed the tongs out of his left hand.

"Oh yeah? Maybe I need to do a little tenderizing of my own." She held the tongs out, lobster-claw style, reaching for his mitt-covered manhood.

"Stop that. You'll injure something." He backed away from her. "Come here, baby, and let me check out that bratwurst. I need to be sure it's done." She took a step toward him.

"Done? Ha! Its not even near done, but its going to be just as soon as I get you out of those jeans. Do you want to remove them willingly, or shall I break out the new Ginsu knives and kitchen shears?" 

Joe made a lunge for Mary Lou, but she was able to evade him. Squealing, she sprinted around the coffee table and headed for the door, but Joe was too quick for her. He caught her by a belt loop, having the advantage of being barefoot vs. her in heels, and dragged her back into the room. He wrapped his arms around her waist as he rubbed himself against her ass.

"Come on, baby, taste my sausage. I promise its the best you'll ever eat." He buried his head against her neck and nibbled at just that perfect spot that always melted her knees and her resolve, and groaned aloud as she pressed back against him.

Within seconds, he had turned her around and pushed her to her knees. Mary Lou grinned up at him as she lifted the barbecue mitt off his hardened cock. Still holding the tongs, she placed them around the base of him and lifted the head to her lips. Joe groaned as he watched the perfect O of her cherry lipstick colored mouth engulf him.

Mary Lou pulled the apron over her so that he could not watch her, but he was having none of that. One of the best parts of oral sex with Mary Lou was watching her. She not only gave perfect head, she looked as if she were devouring the most heavenly thing she'd ever put in her mouth. Her green eyes glittered every time she lifted them to meet his own, and the sounds that came from her throat and vibrated around him just killed him.

She had tossed aside the tongs and began to undress as she worked her magic with his mouth. He was looking down at her, her full, heavy breasts barely contained by the fancy black and gold bra, and exploded too quickly, filling her mouth as he watched her fingers lift each breast from the black fabric and begin to twist each nipple. 

"Damnnnnnnn," He groaned. He hadn't wanted to come this fast. He had intended on way more than this before he was done with her. 

With a pop, she let him spring from her mouth, and stood, unzipping the jeans and shoving them down over her hips, revealing the black panties that matched the bra. 

"It's alright, darlin, I have my own plans for you." Her voice was husky from want and need as she all but climbed herself up his body and met his mouth with hers, letting him taste himself on her lips. Her hand guided his as she slid his hand beneath the dark, silky fabric into the thick, lush curls that awaited him

Joe curled his fingers into the mass of curls and tugged, teasing her as his tongue invaded her mouth. She pushed against his hand, trying to guide him where she wanted him, but he refused to be moved. His mouth broke free of the hungry kiss and made a trail down her nearly naked body, leaving kisses and hungry little bites all the way down.

When he reached his knees on the floor, this time looking up at her, he tilted his head forward, pressed his mouth against her panty covered sex and blew warm air onto and through the thin fabric. Mary Lou whimpered and grabbed handfuls of his hair, pulling him harder against her and grinding. He pulled away just a bit, still refusing to be led exactly where she wanted.

Joe stood and broke free of her grasp on his hair. Roughly, he lifted her. Her legs wrapped around his waist. He carried her across the front of the house into the formal living room and planted her on the baby grand piano her mother had insisted on buying them as a wedding gift.

"My mother would die if she saw this," Mary Lou grinned at him as he tugged her panties off and all but ripped her bra off her.

"Well, let's not tell her, shall we?" He playfully shoved her backwards and tugged her hips until she was at the edge of the piano and buried his face between her legs, growling loudly as he dragged his tongue from her anus to the tiny, pulsing button at the tip of her clit.

Mary Lou squirmed happily as Joe pressed his tongue inside her, lapping at her juices, then sucked her clit into his hot, wet mouth, teasing her with slow circles of her swelling button, quickly driving her to the edge.

Neither of them heard the car that pulled into the drive. Nor did they hear the faint, brief knock that came just before the front door opened and Mary Lou's mother and Aunt Kathy walked in.

"Mary Lou? Joe? Where are you?" Her mother called out from the foyer.

The both froze, and in a split second ran for the back of the house, Joe slamming the door of the bedroom and Mary Lou running for the bathroom, both swearing like sailors as they hurriedly threw on clothes.

"Mary Lou?" Her mother called again.

"Just a minute, Mama." She called through the door as she buttoned a pair of jeans she grabbed from the emergency stash of clothes she kept at Joe's. Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm herself, checking herself in the mirror and straightening her hair before going to greet their ill-timed guests.

She found them both in the kitchen helping themselves to a glass of tea. Kathy had a knowing twinkle in her eyes as she slid Mary Lou's discarded panties across the center aisle counter while her mother's back was turned. Mary Lou quickly stuffed them down the back of her jeans, red faced, just before her mother turned around.

"Child I was beginning to worry. We knocked and all, but nobody answered."

"Mama, what are y'all doing here?

"Well, honey, we just dropped by to see what sort of haul Joe raked in and we thought he might need some help cleaning up the mess after the party."

Joe took that moment to enter the room. He walked up behind Mary Lou, wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her head. She all but growled as she caught the scent of herself still lingering in his goatee.

"Hello, Mama Jean, Aunt Kathy." He smiled charmingly at both of them. "I appreciate y'all coming by, but Kent and Billy Ray helped me clean up before they left. It's all taken care of. Most of the gifts are in the guest room if you want to take a look."

The two ladies ambled toward the bedroom with Joe and Mary Lou lagging behind. Joe stooped slightly and pressed himself against her ass as he nipped an earlobe. She slapped him away, scowling. Her insides were still quivering with need and he wasn't helping matters at all.

"Stop it, Joe, before Mama sees you." Joe noticed the bulge in the back of her pants and fished out the panties. Grinning at her, he lifted them to his nose and inhaled sharply, humming aloud. She tried to snatch them back, but he stuffed them down the front of his own jeans, right against the growing bulge in his pants.

"Mary Lou, are y'all coming?" Her mother's voice grated on her frazzled nerves.

"Coming, Mama!" She stuck her tongue out at Joe as he whispered, "Not yet you aren't, but you will be as soon as those two leave."

Three hours later, the exhausted couple kissed good night and a happy, sated Mary Lou crawled into the driver's seat of her Miata and drove across town to her parent's home while Joe collapsed across the bed with a huge grin on his face.



Barbecue Surprise



Blasted barbecues. I can't stand them, but my father loves them. For him it's a chance to drink and show off his cooking skills, surrounded by friends and family. For me it's a chance to chew on a piece of meat that my father has managed to both under and over cook. I'd find myself biting into raw steak surrounded by charcoal. And I don't drink. Or not much, anyway. I like an occasional beer or a glass of wine, but that's it.

I'd generally hang around the edges of the barbecue, showing willing, until a time came when I could sneak away and make myself a real meal. It's different when there are people my age there, but all too often the only extras are people my parent's age. People my age (that's eighteen if you must know) have too much sense to attend. 

So here we were again on a Saturday night. Instead of me being at a dance or nightclub with my friends I'm expected to be at the barbecue, making myself useful. I put out salad and bread. I provide drinks and drinking vessels. I run in and get the meat when dad wants it. I run off to find a lighter when dad's wasted all the matches trying to light the grill. I slowly go out of my mind with boredom and frustration.

Mum and Dad smile, and drink and socialise and have a great time and assume that I must be having a great time as well and I could just scream.

"Run and turn the lights on, sweet," says Dad. "It's getting dark."

No kidding. It was almost pitch black, but the lights don't go on until Dad says. So I turn on the lights and the barbecue area lights up, making the rest of the yard look pitch black in comparison.

Finally, this is my chance. I fade of towards the edges of the crowd, edging closer and closer to the gloom of the yard. Then I've crossed the boundary and am hidden by the dark. Now I could circle around and vanish into the house for something to eat.

I damn near screamed when a voice whispered in my ear.

"Sneaking off, are we?" it said.

Turning in the direction of the voice I could see this figure looming over me. Secure in the knowledge that there were a lot of people just yards away I moved closer, trying to see who it was. I finally worked out it was Neil, one of our neighbours, a relative new-comer to the area. 

"What are you doing here?" I snapped. "Besides giving girls heart attacks."

He laughed.

"Do you mean here, at the barbecue, or here, talking to you in the dark?"

"Either, both, I guess."

"Well as far as the barbecue is concerned, you should know your father. He invites everyone, so I came along. It helps me get to know the people in my new neighbourhood.

As far as talking to you is concerned, I was just stretching my legs in the yard when the lights came on. I was heading back to the main barbecue area when I saw you carefully sneaking away."

"I was not sneaking away," I said indignantly. "I was, um, just stretching my own legs. That's all."

"Liar," came the prompt retort. "I saw your face as you came sneaking away, and you were looking so relieved to be escaping. What's wrong? Don't you like barbecues?"

"I quite enjoy barbecues," I informed him. "I just prefer a crowd closer to my own age."

"And a better cook," I muttered quietly. Not quietly enough, as Neil heard me.

"I have known cooks who can grill a terrific steak over a barbecue grill," Neil told me. "Your Dad is not one of them."

Now it was my turn to laugh. He was so right.

"You know, when I saw you sneaking out I said to myself, Neil, my boy, this is your lucky day. That young woman is coming here searching for you. She wants a kiss and you're the one she's chosen to give it to her."

"What? You have to be joking."

"Not really. Let's find out."

He kissed me. I didn't mind. What harm could it do? I kissed him back.

It was quite thrilling really. We were only just outside the circle of light cast by the spotlights around the barbecue area. Standing there in around the barbecue were my parents and all their friends and neighbours, drinking and eating and gossiping. And here, in the outer darkness, I was being expertly kissed by Neil.

It was exciting. He was an excellent kisser and I found it all very stimulating - which is probably why I didn't protest when a hand started stroking by breasts. Neil's hand just closed over one and squeezed. I could feel my nipple puckering. As did the other when he switched sides.

I mean, he was just caressing me through my top, after all, and there wasn't that much he could do. I held to that thought even when he pulled my top loose from my skirt and slipped his hands up to cup my breasts.

Neil kissed me some more, and then his hand slipped around my back and unhooked my bra. This time when his hands came around I hesitated, breaking the kiss and drawing back a little.

He didn't push me, exactly. He let me pull back and refrained from rudely grabbing. There was enough reflected light for me to see his face and he was smiling. Then, moving slowly, giving me a chance to back away or refuse, his hands moved up, brushing the bra aside and closing over my naked breasts.

I almost squealed with the shock of it. I'm sure my eyes were big and staring. I mean, my father was just over there. He might not be able to see us but I could certainly see him. If I looked. I was kind of looking at Neil to the exclusion of all else.

My breasts were sending back those little 'hey, this is fun' signals that you get when a boy touches you there. It was fun. I liked it. What harm could it do? I relaxed and Neil was kissing me again and I was kissing him just as enthusiastically.

Afterwards, I decided that it was the pleasure I was getting from the way he was teasing my breasts and nipples that distracted me at just the wrong time. I mean, he was kissing me, and he had one hand raising a riot with my breasts and the other hand was caressing my bottom and holding me against him.

I swear, even though I was a roused and suspected that he was, sex didn't even occur to me. OK. I more than suspected that Neil was aroused. I'd felt and thrilled to that hard rigidity when he'd pressed me against him. But it was still all reasonably innocent and harmless.

When did it stop being innocent. Oh, I'd say about the time that I realised that his cock was already pushing its way up inside me. I'd felt his hand on my bottom and plucking lightly at my panties but he hadn't tried to slip his hand under them. I'd thought he was just teasing and stirring me up by hinting at what might happen. It never occurred to me that he was slowly moving my panties to the side, leaving my pussy unprotected.

One moment I was kissing Neil and he was rubbing a nipple under his thumb and then his cock just pushed past my lips and started moving up into me.

I gasped and broke the kiss damn fast, let me tell you. I was staring at him in shock and he was smiling at me, damn him, and his cock was still slowly pushing up into me.

I wanted to tell him to stop, to take it out. So what did I do? I just stared at him while he kept creeping higher inside me. There was this terrible lassitude creeping over me. Any resistance I might have had just seemed to drain away as Neil's cock crept higher. Then the hand on my bottom tugged me towards him that last little bit and he was inside me. He really was. I just couldn't believe it.

Then he was kissing me again, and I just sank against him, totally lost to what was happening. Neil's hand was on my bottom, encouraging me to sway in unison with him, while his cock dipped in and out, teasing my arousal, building on it. 

This three pronged assault just went on and on, and I submitted without a struggle. I suppose submitted isn't really the right word. Permitted? No, not that, either. Cooperated with great delight and enthusiasm? That would be nearer the mark.

I didn't give a damn that my nearest and dearest were just standing a few yards away, chatting and partying. I didn't even think of all the neighbours and friends at the barbecue, any of whom might decide to take a walk down the yard into the dark garden. 

As far as I was concerned the dark garden belonged to Neil and me. We were surrounded and protected by a cocoon of darkness and we were taking full advantage of it.

Neil's cock was sliding back and forth with great fervour and I was reacting, happily pushing to meet it as it plunged into me. My arousal was complete and now my excitement was building rapidly. 

Heat was burning deep within me, urging me to throw myself against Neil and cling to him, wanting him to continue using me, taking me on this fascinating trip we had embarked on, not wanting it to end. I swear, if my father had wandered over to see what we were doing, I would have told him to just wait for a moment as I was busy.

Then it wasn't just my pussy that was burning. The heat was flaring up while ripples of excitement were emanating from my breasts. My lips were hot, my tongue tasting Neil, mouth meshed to mouth.

Mouth to mouth, body to body, we were one. And the excitement and heat were still building within me. I couldn't stand it. I couldn't go any higher and things were coming apart. I couldn't think, I could only feel, and Neil was driving in harder and faster and it was too much, nobody could put up with this, and then I felt him coming deep inside me and I seemed to jerk and then I was climaxing.

I didn't make a sound apart from a groan deep in my throat that Neil swallowed. I could vaguely feel he was venting deep inside me but I was being swept away, heedless of everything but what was happening to me.

Eventually I got myself together again. Neil had withdrawn and he'd even straightened my clothes, including hooking up my bra.

"You OK?" he asked.

I nodded, still trembling a little. OK? I felt bloody terrific. 

"You were marvellous, you know?" he told me softly.

"You weren't too bad yourself," I admitted. "Ah, we'd better get back to the barbecue before we're missed."

He grinned, gave me a last hard kiss and drifted over into the light. Me, I circled around the edge and into the house. Neil might get away with a sticky cock in his pants but I need to have a shower and change mine.

I have to admit, this has been the most unusual barbecue I've ever been at.



Barbecue with John & Julie



When my ex-hubby, Don, and I went to tri-cities one time to see some of my old school buddies it was pretty strange. Not the place but what happened. We got to Greg and Mary's house in the early afternoon and my friend Julie from Oregon City was already there with her husband John. They had a barbecue planned and had also invited there neighbor Jack over. 

We all started by sitting around in the back yard reminiscing about old times that we had had in school and Don and the other guys went to the store for some beer. We cooked some burgers on the grill and every body ate until they had enough. By then it was getting dark and someone said let's play some volleyball. We played for about an hour and by then every body was getting tired and Don was getting pretty drunk. He drank way too much, that is probably why our marriage didn't work out. That and it seemed like every time he would get drunk I would start looking for someone else. 

Anyway Don went in and went to bed but I stayed out playing volleyball. After a while Julie went in to bed and then Greg and Mary decided it was time for them too. That left John, Jack and myself sitting around the picnic table. Jack asked if I would like to go for a ride on his dirt bike and so I said sure. Remember it was a hot august night and Jack and John only had on shorts and I only had on a pair of shorts and a tank top. This was when I was only 20 and my boobs were real firm and they stood out without any thing to hold them up and they were pretty big too 36C. I didn't wear a bra except when I was at work and so I didn't have one on then. 

Jack had gone home to his house next door to get the bike and John and I were sitting there talking about old times. John and I were in the same classes in high school but we had never gone out together, he and Julie had been a pair almost all of the time that I had known both of them. John started telling me how much he had had a crush on me every since he had met me but that he had met Julie and she let him fuck her on their first date and so he had not pursued anyone else. 

I was also getting a little loaded by now and I am sure that he was to. We were sitting next to each other and he leaned over and kissed me. I kissed back. He reached up and placed his hand on one of my tits and squeezed lightly as we were kissing. Just then Jack came back riding the dirt bike. We were out of beer by then so Jack suggested that we take the bike up to the store and get some more. He said that he needed some one to ride on the back and carry the beer so I volunteered to keep John and I from going any further. 

I said I get to drive up to the store though and then Jack could drive back while I held the beer. We left poor old John there by himself. I jumped on the bike and Jack jumped on behind me. Not being very experienced with motorcycles I told Jack that I would need some help and he was too kind to offer to help. He slid up as close to me as he could get and I swear I could feel his cock pushing into my ass. He reached around and pushed my hands up on the hand grips so he could hold on to them too. Off we went and after a few minutes he sat back and held on to me with one hand on each side. 

We came to a stop sign and when I took off I let the clutch out to fast and he moved his hands around and grabbed my tits to hold on. I just kept going since I needed to hold on to the handle bar or crash. He kept his hands on my tits and felt them up pretty good. I could feel him getting hard against my ass and he felt pretty good. When we arrived at the 7-11 he got off and helped me with the kick-stand. 

He said "my you have nice tits and they feel so good". I said well you seemed to have felt me up pretty good and it seems that you must like the feel of them. He went in and bought a 12 pack of Coors beer and when he came back out I had gotten off of the bike, he handed me the beer and got on. I got on behind him and held him around the waist with one hand and held the beer with the other. Off we went and at the stop sign where I had taken off so fast he did the same. I had to hold on tight and pressed my tits against his back, after we were moving I slid my hand down and felt his cock, he was almost hard and within a few seconds he was real hard. 

We arrived back at the house and John was gone, he must have gone into the house. We parked the bike and as I got off I gave Jack's cock one last squeeze. As soon as Jack got off he grabbed me and pulled me to him and gave me a kiss sliding his tongue deep into my mouth and placing his hands on my tits again. I told him to let me sit the beer down and went right back to him. His chest was so muscular and hairy I couldn't resist him. 

He slid his hands up under my tank top and pushed it up over my tits so he could get at them better. He moved his face down and started kissing them and sucking on my nipples. I held him by the sides of his head and just enjoyed the feeling. The back yard light was on so I told him that we should go around to the side of the house in case someone came out, or if someone was up walking around in the house they wouldn't see us. We went to the side of the house and I got down on my knees in front of him in the grass. 

I went for his cock, he was really hard and he felt so good. I pulled his shorts down and his cock jumped out at my face. I held it with one hand and guided it to my mouth. As I pulled him deep into my mouth he held the back of my head and pushed it into me. I sucked him for a few seconds and then told him I wanted him to fuck me. He said he wanted to taste my pussy first. As I stood up he helped me pull my shorts down and then I laid down in the grass so he could lick my pussy and suck on my clit. 

I got off almost immediately and within a few seconds I told him to come up to my face and kiss me and stick his hard cock in me. I wanted it so bad by now. He moved up my body kissing me all over and when he got to my face he slid into my pussy. He fucked me fast and hard for a few and then exploded in me. As we lay there in the grass I looked around and was really surprised when I saw John standing at the side of the house holding his cock in one hand. He had heard us come back on the motorcycle when he was in the bathroom and when he came out went looking for us. 

When he saw what we were doing he had just stood there and watched. He asked if he could fuck me too or if I would give him some head. What the hell he had already said he had always wanted me so I said come on over. When he got to me I took his cock from him and started sucking on it. We were on the side of the house that the bathroom was on and I didn't realize that the window was open. Just as John was blowing his wad in my mouth Julie stuck her head out the window and said what in the hell are you doing? I pulled back and another shot of cum hit me in the face. 

It was more than obvious what we were doing and she was hot. I got up and went to bed leaving them all wondering. When I got to the garage, which is where Don and I were supposed to sleep, Don was passed out and didn't know what had been going on. As I crawled into bed with him my moving around woke him up and then he decided that he wanted to play. I had had enough but he was insistent. He spread my legs and immediately went down on me. 

I had not even had the chance to try to clean Jacks cum out of me, but Don was an eager beaver and he licked me to another orgasm within seconds and cleaned me up. The next morning was pretty strange. Julie was mad as hell but luckily she didn't say any thing that gave it away to Don. Don never did find out what Julie was so mad about and I sure as hell didn't tell him. On our way back to Portland I gave Don a treat by sucking him dry on the highway as we were driving home.



Barbecued Negrita



I worked my way through grad school with a home restoration business--mainly painting and minor repairs on older homes. 

My buddy in real estate sold a home, which was just vacated by an elderly lady whose out-of-town son had to put her in a nursing home. The home sold almost immediately, with the contingency that it be painted inside and out. 

It was a pretty big house, but I had a month to finish it. Cash payment and a vacant house--the best kind--and good money at that. The son of the old lady would drop by from time to time to check on the progress. He was a psychologist, and since I had formerly worked as a counselor and studied psych., we had a lot to talk about. 

One day the wife of the new owner stopped by while I and the psychologist were there. She was an awesome black woman in her late 20s or early 30s. With a medium-volume fro and a great big smile, she was very personable and energetic. And she had a body to die for, easy to see in the scanty clothes she wore in the hot summer weather. She was very muscular, like a track and field athlete, and had the firmest, medium-size breasts that stuck straight out, with the longest, pointiest nipples I've ever seen. 

We three chatted for about an hour, and, after she left, I even made a comment to the psychologist about her scrumptious boobs and nipples. He agreed she had the most bodacious bod, adding that she might hold some kind of world record in the nipple department. He also said she was clearly flirting with me. I really wasn't sure, she being so generally friendly and all, but at his urging, modern-day shaman that he was, I decided to make a play for her. 

The next time she stopped by, I was there working alone that morning. We got to talking about barbecued ribs, and like me, she loved them. I suggested I go get some at the best place in town, which was nearby, bring them back to the house, and we share some together later that day for lunch.

She said, "Great idea! I'll look forward to nibbling on that meat," taking an ever-so-brief glance at my crotch. 

Was she just teasing, or was she really going to follow through? I mean, this just seemed too easy.

I left to go get two slabs of pork ribs, all the fixin's, and some beer around 11:30 AM, was back by noon, and thought she would never arrive. 

Finally she showed up around 2:00, wearing short-shorts barely covering her taught bubble butt and a tight-fitting white jersey halter. She might as well have been topless, with those awesome football-shaped tits and bullet-like nipples practically poking through the thin, stretchy cotton fabric. 

Even so, I was a bit hesitant. After all, I barely knew her. At least I had the forethought to get a twelve-pack of beer, which by then was none too cold, but we slammed down a few in a hurry in the hot upstairs room where we sat on the drop cloth as I got the ribs and trimmings ready. 

We were both voraciously hungry, and we each finished off nearly an entire slab. She had the most alluring way of putting the rib in her mouth and cleaning off all the meat. Finally, I slammed down another brew, screwed up my nerve, and said, "Do you know why I invited you over to have ribs with me in this big house all alone?" 

With a little hesitation—a nerve-wracking moment for me—she pointed her big brown eyes at mine and said, "because you've never been with a black girl before, and you've got the hots for me?" Then, she said, "I've never made it with a white guy, but I've always wanted to." 

I took that for a green light and relieved the tension with, "Well, you know what they say, once you've had a white man, you'll never go back." We laughed, albeit nervously, for the only sure way to break sexual tension is to have sex.

We didn't even bother to wipe our hands before we were all over each other. We were naked and French kissing in no time, and the hot sun beating through the window, combined with our vigor, had beads of sweat popping out all over. 

She was very aggressive, and I didn't have to suggest anything at all, she hungrily sucking my raging cock down to my balls as I played with her huge, extra hard nipples tipping her super-firm tits. She had, BY FAR, the longest nipples I've ever seen, not to mention the joy of playing with. I collect and shoot handguns as a hobby, so I'm very familiar with ordnance of all kinds. Her nipples were almost exactly the size and shape of a .357 magnum cartridge, which measures .357 inch in diameter by about 1.5 inches in length, depending on the bullet configuration. That's right, folks, her nips were AN INCH & A HALF LONG!

She had a completely shaved pussy, too. I could tell from its extreme smoothness and the smell of fresh lotion that she had just shaved it. Her big, rubbery pussy lips tasted so good I was tempted to take a bite, and her dark skin and quivering flesh covered in tiny beads of sweat in the sun looked simply divine. 

We sucked and licked and fucked for the rest of the afternoon. At one point I drizzled some barbecue sauce on her nipples and sucked it off as she literally screamed, "suck em harder, harder, HARDER! BITE 'EM!" 

I obeyed, gladly. She liked her sex kind of rough, and her nips were no exception. I was afraid I was going to break the skin, but they held up just fine.

Later, there were a couple of uneaten ribs, and I dunked one in the sauce and slipped it in her pussy, at once nibbling her big clit and the meat off the bone. She liked that a lot, and I did it again with the last rib. 

"Teethe my button. That's right. You won't hurt me. Teethe and suck it hard!"

We did it in every position in the book there on the old canvas drop cloth, and she climaxed over and over and over, loudly screaming each time, but never seeming to get enough. No sooner would I cum, than she was ready to go again. 

Before I could finish another lukewarm beer to recharge after cumming, she was sucking me up to size again. I don't think any other girl has been able to get me hard again so quickly, and I am still amazed that I came 5 times that afternoon—a personal best. 

She was a superb kisser, and gave me a long French good-bye kiss before she left around 5:00--to go pick up her husband from work, no less. 

I finished up the house about a week later, and saw her twice more, both times accompanied by her husband, who, but for being black, bore a striking resemblance to me. 

The last time I saw her, I was heading out the door with the last of my equipment as she held the screen door open for me. The last thing I heard her say was to her husband, "Honey, I think it's high time we 'initiate' our new place," as she winked at me descending the steps. 

That was certainly an excellent lunch, and the best advice I ever got from a psychologist!