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First Time Wild

By: toetickler



The most amazing thing happened last week.

It was one of those events that you dream about but never, ever, in your wildest dreams, expect to happen. In fact, I would have Guaranteed you that I would never happen. But it did.

My wife and I have been married for 28 years. She is an attractive woman, by any standards. She is 5'7" tall and weighs 125 pounds. She has always been slender but started exercising a few years ago to tone up her muscles. The result has been a tighter ass and really fine, shapely legs. While not large breasted, (36b) she has a nice, firm pair of breasts with nipples that are erect most of the time and poke out better than 3/4 inch.

However, the first 20 years were rather frustrating, sexually. We had sex, but my wife, Pam, never had an orgasm. The problem was twofold. First, she was raised in a very rigid and frigid household. Her mother drummed into her from puberty on that Sex was bad and only used for "procreation". 

The second half of the problem was that she was born with a cervix that curved backward from normal. Consequently, she did not get any clitoral stimulation during intercourse. The result was that our sex life consisted of pretty basic sex, no lights on, and only to "relieve" me.

Then I figured it out. About 8 years ago, completely by accident, I found the secret to stimulating my wife to orgasm. 

It was late into the night. I had woken from my sleep and lay in bed wishing I could be back to sleep. I was a bit horny, which wasn't helping the getting back to sleep wish, and started to softly caress Pam's thigh. As soon as I did, she stirred. She was awake and I didn't even know it before that moment.

Rather than stop, I continued to softly rub her leg, pretending that I was asleep. I expected her to brush my hand away and roll over to go back to sleep, but she did not. Instead, she lay there quietly and let me continue to rub her leg. 

Curious as to how far she would let me go, not expecting to go much farther than I already had, I cautiously moved my hand to her panty covered mound. I continued to lightly rub her through her underwear for about 5 minutes when Pam made a sudden move and sat partially up in the bed. I figured the game was over and that she was putting a stop to the action when, instead, she hooked her fingers around her underwear and pulled them to her knees. The whole time I continued to fain sleep, not letting in that I too was awake.

As she lay back down on the bed, I became a bit more aggressive with my rubbing. Not hard or hurried, but with a bit more pressure. Soon she was starting to move her hips to the movement of my hand. This was the first time in 20 years that she had ever shown signs of sexual arousal. 

I was going out of my mind with excitement, while at the same time trying not to change my movements to alert her to the fact that I was really awake. I did not want to spoil her moment.

I kept up the rhythmic motion with my hand for another 30 minutes or more before Pam's movements became more deliberate and her breathing changed to a more pronounced activity. 

She was nearing her first orgasm and the whole time she thought I was still asleep, which I later I found out, helped her mask the feelings of guilt caused by allowing herself to "get carried away". 

Pam came with a powerful orgasm that had her shacking for nearly 3 minutes while I continued to steadily massage her clit. Then, as if she realized that she had just Sinned, she reached down, pulled up her underwear and rolled over. 

The next morning I did not mention the night time activity and she did not comment on it either. She was pretending that it never happened. So, that I did not ruin the first progress I had ever achieved at loosening her up sexually, I too remained mum to what had happened. 

Over the next few weeks I continued to "Pretend to be Asleep" in the early hours of the morning, achieving the same results. Finally I was able to keep her relaxed enough to where I was able to get her to share about what happened during the night. This opened the door to our trying to bring her to orgasm with me "Awake". It took a few times before she was able to get over the feelings of guilt and was able to have an orgasm, but when she did, the result was amazing. She came and came and came. 

I had hit pay dirt. I was able to bring her to not just one orgasm, but multiple orgasms. 10, then 20, then 50. (Our record is 251 orgasms in one evening. I believe she could have experienced more but she was so totally spent that she begged me to stop the pleasure. )

Through time, I found that I could increase the intensity and number of orgasms Pam experienced by adding other stimuli, such as sucking on her nipples, inserting a finger in her ass and even having her suck on my cock as I brought her to an orgasm. Our sex life had gone from nearly non-existent to 200 miles per hour all because of a little late night insomnia.

During the past 5 years, we have started a new game we play once in a while. My wife is extremely modest, but a couple of times per year I can get her to dress in a really short skirt and heels for an evening of dinner and dancing. Then, if I can get her drunk enough (She does not like to have more than a couple of drinks as she does not like to lose control, especially in public) she will remove her clothes for the ride home, providing it is dark out and I guarantee her that I will not put her in a position to be seen by other drivers. I then play with her pussy for the ride home, bringing her to many orgasms along the way.

I share all of this to help you understand what makes what has recently happened so incredible. Here is the rest of the story.

I work for a large retail chain and was recently sent out of town to help with a new store opening. Besides myself, another guy, Joe, from our store and 10 others from some of the other stores in our Region were sent to help with the Grand opening. We were all there for 4 days to help the new employees through the inevitable bumps in the road that come with a grand opening.

On our last night, 8 of us from the other stores (3 gals; Jen, Tina and Cathy and 5 guys; Joe, Jason, Brian, Dave and myself) decided to go out to dinner and to a club to unwind after some really long days. We were all feeling good about the week and enjoyed getting to know each other better.

Our first stop was to a Pub for some drinks and a light dinner. We got loose on the alcohol and discussed what the plan would be. Jokingly I made the comment that Joe and I thought we should go to a strip club after the dancing. The comment got a couple of chuckles and Brian said there was a strip club just up the street a couple blocks we could try out.

That is when Jen said something to Tina about her and her boyfriend going to a club one time and how the girls get all of the attention in a strip club. Tina turned red and laughed saying maybe we should try that after all. The next thing I knew was that the plans were all changed. Instead of going to a dance club, we were going to a strip club.

Once at the club, the fun really began. I had only been to a strip club one other time in my life, so this was a whole new experience for me. As we all pulled a chair up to the center stage, Joe ordered the first round of drinks and told me to get some $1's as I would need them tonight. Cathy, the youngest one in the group, was wide eyed and obviously embarrassed and the whole situation, but soon started to relax as she downed her second drink. 

Jen started the fun by tucking a $1 in her shirt, and having the stripper take the bill out with her teeth. Cathy, seeing the action, did the same thing.

This act repeated itself for a few songs, then everything changed. The dancer on stage had been watching the two girls get more and more into the whole "Stripper attention" thing and decided to push the envelope a bit. As she, the dancer, came over to Jen, she helped Jen stand up, then proceeded to pull Jen's shirt over her head, leaving her standing in just her bra. The crowd erupted with applause. Jen turned beet red.

The dancer then turned her attention to Cathy and did the same thing. Cathy was stunned, standing next to her co-workers in just her bra. But, she was hooked and raised her hand as if just winning a race. Again, the crowd erupted with applause. 

The next several dancers were less daring so the attention to the girls was less bold, though still quite erotic. Though no other customers had been exposed, the dancers were becoming more and more emboldened to touch the female patrons. 

One dancer even had a female customer lean backwards against the stage as the dancer reached over her body to retrieve a $1 bill tucked in the girls pants. During this display, the stripper set her bare pussy right across the face of the girl. The two meet, lip to lips. Again the crowd erupted. 

Before we knew it, there were as many women around the stage as men (I always thought strip clubs were for old men. Boy was I wrong) and the women were becoming more willing to participate with the strippers requests.

The Topper to the evening came when our Favorite stripper came back on stage and proceeded to put on the best show of the night. She started with a woman partway around the stage from us. As she did with Jen and Cathy, the dancer removed this ladies top then reached down to give her a hug. 

But rather than leaving it with that, the dance reached around and unbuckled the woman's bra as well. The woman gasped and her Husband got a great big smile on his face. In shock the woman just stood there as the dancer moved over to Jen.

She stood Jen up, reached down and pulled her shirt over her head again. As with the first woman, the stripper then reached around and undid Jen's bra, removed it from her shoulders, then twirling it over her head to the cheers of the other customers. Jen was also left in shock, standing half nude in front of her co-workers.

Cathy was next, and when her bra came off, it was as if she had received the greatest prize she could have hoped for. She jumped up and down and gave Jen a great big hug and stood for the crowd as they clapped and howled.

This type of fun continued on for another hour before we all decided it was time to call it a night as we had to get up early the next morning to report back to the store. We all had wives or husbands so we returned to our own hotel rooms, hot and bothered, but with some pretty amazing memories.

Though my wife, Pam is really conservative, we have a great marriage so I felt comfortable in telling her the story of the strip club. She knows me really well and while she may not know all of my deviant thoughts, she does know that I don't go to strip clubs, so she got a kick out of the story of the girls going a bit over board at the club. That night we had one of the most passionate love making sessions we have ever experienced. 

A few days later Pam asked me when my next weekend off would be. I told her and she said that she had been losing some weight and thought she could fit into one of the short skirts, if I wanted to take her to dinner and dancing. I asked if this meant the car ride home also and she said "Maybe" in a way that I knew meant yes. 

She then surprised me by suggesting that we spend the weekend in the town where the Store opening was, about 100 miles from our home. Curious, I agreed that would be fun. 

The next 2 weeks went as normal and soon my weekend off was just a couple days away. Pam told me she had made a reservation at a motel and had some other plans which she was not going to share with me, but said that I could plan the rest of the evening. We agreed on dinner at a restaurant that we had been to in the past and dancing at a night club I had wanted to visit for some time. 

The 2 hour ride to the town was pleasant but not exciting in any way. We discussed our week, the shopping she wanted to do the next day and life in general. Soon we were checked into the motel and getting ready for the evening.

Pam took a long shower and spent better than 45 minutes in the bathroom getting ready for the night. (I know, a short period of time compared to some women, but for her it was unusual) When she walked out of the bathroom, I nearly fell over.

She had dressed in a pleated miniskirt that extended down her thighs barely 3 inches below her crotch. She had no stockings on and was wearing a pair of 3 inch heels that made her gorgeous legs look even longer and shapelier than normal. Her top was a Chico's tank top that clung to her body in such a way that her breasts appeared larger than her 36 B. To top it all off, she did a little spin to show that she was also wearing a tiny white thong. She was looking Hot and I was starting to get bothered.

"Let's go to dinner" she stated, and out the door she walked.

I caught up to her at the elevator and when the door opened with no one inside, I immediately pulled her into the compartment, gave her a big hug and kissed her hard. One hand went to her bare ass while the other reached up and found her breast. I was in heaven.

"Whoa, slow down cowboy" she said as she giggled and pushed me away. "We have a long evening ahead. Pace yourself"

The elevator door opened and we headed for the car, arm in arm.

Dinner was at a nice Italian restaurant. I couldn't begin to tell you what we had or if it was even any good. My mind was on the incredible woman across the table from me. I do remember that we each had a glass of wine, then we split a bottle of wine after that. My wife's 2 drink limit had already been exceeded.

As we entered the dance club, I looked around the room and started to devise a plan to see if I could get my, normally conservative, wife to remove another barrier. We found a table and ordered a couple of drinks. 

A couple songs into our stay and Pam had already consumed most of her Long Island Ice Tea. This was really unusual for her but I figured I would try to keep the booze flowing, but not so much that it was going to make her pass out and leave me really frustrated later in the evening. I asked her to Dance to judge just how tipsy she was getting.

We got onto the dance floor and she seemed to be handling things just fine. The effects of the liquor had started to take effect, however, as she was squeezing my ass while we were dancing and allowing me to rest my hand on hers. 

Normally this kind of public display would not be allowed. It was great.

Upon returning to our table, I noticed a couple of young guys standing at the bar. They looked to be in their early 20's and didn't seem to have dates.

Pam excused herself to go to the ladies room and when she did, I made a line to the bar to talk to the guys. 

I entered into some small talk with the guys, finding out that their names were Dave and Jerry. They were students at the University and were just hanging out. 

"Jerry, you up for a game tonight" I asked.

"What kind of game?" he responded.

"I'll make you a wager. In a minute my wife is going to come back into the room. She is pretty conservative so I doubt you can pull it off, but if you can get her to dance with you I will give you 10 bucks. Goes for you too Dave. Key is, she can't know about the wager or the deals off." I explained.

"Yeah right man" Jerry laughed. "What is she a Dog or something? No offense, man" he stammered, realizing he had just insulted my wife without thinking. 

I chuckled to let him know that no offense was taken. "You judge for yourself when she comes back into the room. If you think she is a Dog, then back out. If you think she is worth the effort, then go for it" I replied.

Just then Pam walked back into the room. Both boys eyes got big. "I'm in" said Dave. "Me too" echoed Jerry.

"Come join us at our table and just let things develop" I offered.

I pulled Pam's chair out for her as she sat at the table. "This is Dave and Jerry. Guy's this is my wife, Pam. Dave and Jerry asked if they could sit at our table until another opened up for them. I told them it would be alright." 

I could tell she was a bit uncomfortable with this as she is generally a pretty reserved person and prefers to be alone, even in a crowded room. "That is fine" she said, looking at me with a questioning look.

I ordered more drinks and Dave and Jerry talked with Pam trying to break the ice to dance. As the conversation started up, I took Pam by the hand and lead her to the dance floor, leaving the guys at the table.

"I am sorry I did not ask you first so see about having them sit with us"

"Its ok, I just didn't expect it. It is fine."

"You look incredible tonight, you know."

"Only in your eyes. I am an old woman" she replied. Pam never has thought of herself as sexy or gorgeous. She has started to acknowledge that she looks "OK"

"You're not that old and I would be surprised if you don't get hit on before the night is over."

"Right" she exclaimed. "I really doubt that. Look around. Everyone in here is at least 15 years younger than us"

"Probably closer to 20 years babe, but I still bet that you get hit on. The main thing is to just know that it will probably happen so don't get offended or make a deal out of it. You look hot and I would be shocked if other guys don't think so too."

"But I am with you. You don't really think some guy would be so bold as to try something with my husband at my side do you?"

"Sure they will. As you said, most of the guys in here are college age. They have over charged sex drives and most don't have even a girlfriend. At the end of the evening they will end up going home and masturbating to the thoughts of the women they watched, or maybe touched, throughout the night."

"Really?" she questioned. "Do guys really do that?"

"Look, the guys that score don't have to, but most of these guys are going to go home frustrated and their only source of release will be at their own hands. Look at Jerry and Dave. there are a couple of prime candidates for some frustrated personal satisfaction tonight. Especially now that you have entered their life"

"Don't be silly. They won't find me attractive. Look at the girls in this place. They have to be better memory material" Pam rebutted.

"We will see. Just don't be surprised is these guys don't make a move on you"

The song ended and we made our way back to the table to the waiting Jerry and Dave. As soon as the next song started Dave asked Pam to dance. I was a bit surprised when she accepted right away. I had hoped that the seeds I had planted would have made her a bit more receptive to the idea, but I did not think it would happen so quickly.

As Dave and Pam entered the dance floor I told Jerry "Looks like Dave earned the 10 spot first" Jerry just nodded. 

"I am surprised that she took him up on the dance. This is the first time she has ever danced with anyone but me. How bout I up the wage a bit? If you can get her to let you put your hand on her ass for at least 5 seconds, without getting slapped, I will give you an additional $10"

"You're on" he said with a smile.

The song was soon over and I had ordered another round of drinks. We sat the next couple songs out as Pam sipped her drink and Jerry engaged her in conversation. I casually slipped a $10 in Dave's hand when Pam was not looking. Dave grinned and mouthed a "Thanks".

Another song came up and Jerry leaned over to Pam and said "This is my favorite song. Would you dance with me?" Without waiting for an answer, Jerry took Pam's hand and pulled her up. 

The effects of the alcohol were starting to show as Pam fell forward, catching herself on Jerry's Shoulder. Jerry put his arms out to catcher also, placing his hands on her sides, just below her breasts. They both giggled then headed for the dance floor.

As they started to dance, I explained the new wager to Dave. He smiled.


First Time Wild Ch. 02



I awoke about 10:00 the next morning, got dressed and went downstairs to work out in the motel fitness center. 

An hour later, when I entered the room, Pam was sitting up in the bed, her face in her hands. She was crying.

"What's wrong Babe?" I asked. She just shook her head.

I moved over to the bed and sat next to her, putting my arm around her and kissing her forehead. "Tell me what's wrong, Hon"

"I...I went too far last night, didn't I?" she stammered.

"What are you talking about?"

" I went too far. When I woke up and you were gone I knew you were mad at me and that I had ruined the best thing in my life, our Love for each other. I am so sorry" she said, continuing to sob.

"Whoa, whoa, wait a minute. I'm not mad at you and you haven't ruined anything. You didn't go too far last night from what I saw. First, you were dressed incredibly sexy, for Me. I was so proud. Second, you let a couple of college kids rub up against you to get their jollies. No big deal. Third, when they did start to get a bit more bold, you shut them down. I saw you stop their hands from roaming a couple different times. And forth, we came home together and made fantastic love to each other. The best we have ever had. No Babe, I am not mad. Not a bit. I love you."

Pam looked up into my face for the first time, searching my eyes. "You really don't think I went too far? I mean, I let those guys rub their hard penis's against me, and they were rubbing my thighs while we were at the table. Are you sure you are ok with that?" She left out the more erotic activities of the night, which I found interesting. She obviously believed that I had not seen more of what had gone on.

I reassured her everything was alright and suggested we get ready for the day, get something to eat and then go shopping as she had originally planned. Pam agreed and got up to get ready for the day.

While she was getting her clothes lined out, I jumped into the shower. The hot water cascading down my back felt really good after the workout I had that morning. As I was washing my face, I felt Pam move in behind me into the shower. 

"Mmm... " I moaned as she pushed her body up against mine. "You are so sexy" I added.

Pam took the bar of soap from my hand and started washing my body. Soon her hands found my cock and started stroking it. I was already half hard just from her entering the shower, but in no time, I was rock hard and really enjoying the pleasuring she was providing. 

Pam continued to move down my body, washing every part thoroughly. She then did something that she had never done before. She knelt down in front of me and took my cock into her mouth. 

Pam does not really like giving oral sex. When we are having one of our extended love making sessions, she will suck on my cock, but that is mainly to intensify her orgasms. She has only brought me to orgasm with her mouth a handful of times during our marriage, and then never allowing me to cum in her mouth. I have learned to live with that since she has allowed me other pleasures.

This time, however, she was sucking my cock with a whole new intensity than anything she has ever displayed. This was a true blowjob, and when I was nearing my orgasm, she started bobbing up and down on my shaft faster. 

"I am ready to cum" I said, expecting her to remove her mouth and finish me with her hand. 

Instead, she sucked harder until I finally shot my first load. I was in heaven. Not only did she continue sucking, she actually swallowed my cum. Pam continued until every last bit of cum was drained from my cock. I couldn't believe it.

Reaching down, I helped Pam to her feet, hugging her and giving her a great big kiss. "Wow, what brought that on?" I asked. 

"I love you" she replied. "I love you so much".

I held her a moment longer, then started to return the favor. I took the soap and washed her shoulders, moving down her back, massaging as I went. This brought soft sigh of pleasure from her lips. When I reached her bottom, I took my time rubbing and massaging her ass cheeks for a moment before continuing down her legs to her feet.

Then I stood back up and, with her facing away from me still, reached around to her front and started washing her neck. As I moved downward to her breast, she let out another sigh. More of a moan, actually. I lingered on her breasts, softly squeezing and fondling them. I playfully pinched at her nipples, which by this time had become fully erect and hard, jettisoning out a full ¾". 

By the time I reached her pussy and started the "washing", Pam was nearing an orgasm. I started stroking her slit, coming in contact with her hard little clit. She leaned back into me, rocking her ass back and forth across my cock, starting to revive it. As I increased the manipulation of her clit, Pam's breathing became more labored and within moments, she reached her orgasm. Hard. 

I had to hold her up with my one arm, while I continued to massage her clit through the orgasm, not wanting to leave her partially unfulfilled. The orgasm continued on for almost a minute and wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body. My arms started to get tired, when the orgasm finally came to an end.

Pam turned to me and planted her lips hard against mine. Her tongue entering my mouth. We held that position for several more minutes until the water started to cool down.

"Time to get out, I guess" I said as the warm water changed to cold. I reached down and shut off the water. 

" I love you" was all Pam could say.

We got dressed for the day and drove to the local shopping mall. There we had lunch and spent the day shopping. It was a pretty normal day of shopping with nothing exciting or out of the ordinary. I had predetermined that it would be her day so whatever she wanted to shop for or whichever store she wanted to go to, I was going to be the perfect husband and not complain. So, by any male standard, this was a really boring shopping trip. Oh well.

I did find it interesting, however, that Pam's attitude had really changed from earlier in the morning. She was much more upbeat than I expected. Even though our shower time was fantastic, she normally would have had held on to her guilt and remorse for a couple of days, but all signs of sorrow were gone.

In fact, throughout the day, and in a nonchalant way, she was saying things and asking questions that I totally did not expect from her. There were questions about the strip club my co-workers had gone to last month. Comments about going out dancing again and statements about how much fun she had last night. She even made questioning comments about whether she would have the nerve to follow through with something like that again. 

After shopping we went to dinner. It seemed like the perfect end to a day together. While the shopping was not very exciting, I found myself caught up in the enjoyment of being with Pam. After 28 years of marriage, there was still a strong attraction and satisfaction of being united with this lady. 

We dined at a Mexican restaurant and talked about life together as we drank Margarita's. By the time the second Margarita was gone and the third ordered, Pam was starting to increase her questioning about the strip club my co-workers and I had gone to earlier that month. 

While I had already shared the details of that night with her right after the event took place, she was asking more detailed questions about how I felt going to the club without her and whether I was aroused by my co-workers getting naked in front of me. She asked if I ever thought about my female co-workers and if I ever compared her to them in my mind. She was, in general, asking those kinds of questions that are Landmines for Guys. I proceeded to answer her questions carefully, always keeping her as the one on the pedestal of being the best.

" I have to admit, I did find it sexually arousing to see those girls exposed by the strippers and I have to also admit that they looked really fine. And, while I will even admit that I have mentally thought about that night and mentally compared them to you, I have always come back to the conclusion that you look better than they do and I have no physical attraction to them. You, my dear wife, continue to capture my heart, my mind and my attention, both mentally and sexually." This seemed to satisfy her interest and kept me out of hot water, though she did chuckle and said she thought I was lying about her looking better than those 20 something co-workers of mine. 

We finished dinner and headed back to our motel, not really sure what we wanted to do with the rest of our evening. While it was only 8:00 pm, 

I really was not ready to call it a night. I had thoughts in my mind of ravishing this beautiful wife of mine, but she seemed to want to continue the night out on the town, suggesting a movie. 

We discussed the different options as we drove, with nothing being suggested really catching the interest of both of us. On the way to the motel, I pointed out the strip club to Pam.

"Where?" she asked. The club was hidden behind another business so it was difficult to see the building. There was a small sign out by the road with the name "Silver Dollar Club" displayed. Below the name a reader board announced "Couples Night April 25th" 

"There." I pointed again toward the sign and entrance to the club. 

"Couples night?" she read, with a bit of a chuckle. "Couples night at a strip club? I still can't believe that women really go to strip clubs. Though you did tell me there were several women that night you all went" she added.

"There were a lot of ladies at the club, and not just the ladies paid to dance. I bet there were close to 20 women in the club with boyfriends or husbands. There were even a few small groups of girls that looked like they came together, without guys."

Pam just shook her head and chuckled softly as we continued back to the motel.

Once back at our room, the discussion of what we wanted to do with the rest of the night was reengaged. I checked the newspaper for movies, but we did not find anything that was of interest to either of us so I suggested that we stay in and see if we could break Pam's Orgasm record of 251 times in one night. (We set that record on a trip to Jamaica a couple years earlier. That is another story I may tell later)

While that idea had some interest to Pam, she shrugged her shoulders and said something that I never expected. "What do you think of going to the strip club?" She offered sheepishly. "Don't get any idea's of me exposing myself, buster, but I am curious now that I know women go to those clubs too."

I thought for a moment and without sounding too excited, I agreed we could go. "It would be interesting to see how you react to a naked woman getting up close and personal with you" I laughed. 

"Like I said, don't expect me to get naked. I am just curious" she shot back.

"Let's go then"

I started for the door, when Pam stopped me. "Wait, what am I supposed to wear to a strip club? Should I go in these jeans or should I change?" she asked.

Pam was wearing a pair of jeans, a tee shirt and tennis shoes. Not really the thing wet dreams were made of, but I didn't figure it mattered as we were not going to show or impress, just satisfy her curiosity. 

I pondered the question a moment then a wicked thought came to my mind. I wondered if she really would get naked if the opportunity arose and if she felt confident enough in her own looks.

" Your right" I responded, " we really are not dressed for "Clubbing". What other clothes did you bring for going out?" I asked.

" Not much really. I have a couple of other skirts I brought. I wasn't sure which one I wanted to wear dancing. They are kind of short, like the one I wore last night. Would that be appropriate? I mean, I really don't want guys to think that I am one of the strippers or something."

"Let's see what you've got" I said.

Pam pulled the skirts out of the closet. She had planned on wearing the Chico's tank top and had brought the different skirts that would go along with the top. One was a denim material that was about the same length as the skirt she wore last night. The other was a light weight material that seemed to move freely as she waved it back and forth. It was an inch or two longer than the denim skirt, but looked like it might be more sexy on her. I suggested the lightweight skirt.

Pam looked at the skirt and nodded her approval. As she changed into the skirt and tank top, I suggested she not wear the bra she had on. She looked at me rather sternly and asked" What are you trying to do, push me too far? I already told you I was not going to get naked and I don't want to look like a stripper."

"No, no, that's not what I meant" I quickly replied. "The straps on that bra will show and you gave away your strapless bra last night, remember. I was just making a statement regarding the fashion, not insinuating anything else"

This calmed her quickly, but she then had to think about this dilemma a bit. "You're right about the straps. That would really look tacky." 

She thought a moment longer, then reached around and unbuckled the bra.  I was actually surprised that she did it.

Now dressed in a tank top that clung to her curves, a short skirt, thong and high heels, my wife looked like a goddess.

When we had arrived at the club, I parked the car and sat there a moment. I could tell Pam was apprehensive about this so I asked her if she was ok. She responded that she was, so we got out of the car and headed for the entrance. 

There were only about 40 people in the club and only about 15 of them were women. "Where are all the women?" Pam asked, leaning into me so she could talk over the music without having to yell.

"It's only 9:00 pm" I responded. "It will get busier as it gets later"

Pam accepted this explanation and stood waiting for me to make the next move. I found us a table near the back of the room to sit. I did not want her to get nervous right off the bat so thought a table further from the action to start might be best. Within a couple of minutes, a waitress was at our table to take our drink orders.

I ordered our drinks and as the waitress walked away, leaned into Pam to kiss her on the cheek. I still could not believe we were in the strip club together. 

Pam just sat there, taking in all that was going on around us. On the center stage, a dancer was gyrating to the music bare breasted. At the bar, waitresses were giving the bartender, a beautiful blond wearing a tube top and tight shorts, drink orders and collecting drinks ready to be served. An MC was in the far corner of the room from where we sat, coaching the crowd about tipping the dancers generously. A very large man (I guessed to be the bouncer) stood at the back of the room behind and to the side of us. Pam was in awe.

Soon our drinks arrived and I gave the waitress a $100 bill and asked for some change, meaning $1 bills. She left a came back a moment later with a large stack of bills. "What are those for?" Pam asked. 

"You will see" I replied.

30 minutes passed as we watched a couple of different dancers get on stage and dance/strip to a couple of songs each. During that time, Pam had finished off her drink and I ordered her another. I wanted her to be as uninhibited as possible tonight.

When the second drink arrived I asked her if she would like to move up to the stage seating before the room got much more crowded. Pam looked at me then nodded. "I will follow you" she said.

Up until that time, there was not a lot of action going on, other than the girls that were dancing on the stage. But, a few more people had filtered into the room. There were now about 20 couples and 3 small groups of girls that appeared to be on a girls night out. There were also an addition 20 guys that had entered the building, bringing the total in the room to about 90 to a 100 people.

I lead Pam to a couple of chairs at the edge of the center stage. There was a group of 5 guys sitting at the table behind us and another man and woman couple to the left of us at the stage. 

To the right were some empty chairs. I pulled a chair out for Pam to sit and noticed a couple of the guys at the table behind us give Pam the once over and lean over to say something to their buddies.

We sat down and I pulled out some of the $1's and set them in front of us. 

Within a minute, the music started again and a tall dancer ( I guessed her to be 5'10") with long blond hair got up on stage and started to dance. I placed a bill in front of both me and Pam and sat back to watch the dance. Pam sat intently watching the girl. I could tell Pam was a bit embarrassed by the whole situation, especially sitting so close to a beautiful young girl that was dancing erotically on the stage, just a few feet away from us. But, her eyes were locked on what was transpiring before her. 

The dancer had removed her shirt and skirt and was dancing on the stage in just her thong. Within a few minutes, she had positioned herself in front of Pam, swaying in beat with the music, while fondling her own tits. She then leaned forward, placing her forearms on Pam's shoulders and proceeded to let her long blond hair cascade over Pam's head. 

Pam stared straight ahead as the dancer moved her head around, tickling Pam's face, neck and shoulders with her hair. She then nuzzled her face into Pam's neck, kissing it softly before pulling herself back up to the stage.

Pam's face as beet read as she contemplated what had just happened. She then reached for her drink and drained it. 

"Wow" she said. "That was weird and cool and sexy and embarrassing. Wow"

I leaned over to her and kissed her on the cheek. Smiling at her.

This type of action went on for a few more dancers and songs and Pam was really starting to enjoy herself. The dancers, noticing that Pam was starting to get into the action, started paying more attention to her and a couple of the other ladies at the stage. It seemed that the more the female customers got into the action, the more tips the dancers received. 

Then life as I knew it all changed forever. The dancers name was Shawnda. She was about 5'4" tall, had long wavy auburn hair that fell down to her shoulder blades and had what I guessed to be a 36 C bustline. Her breasts were round and firm and stuck out straight without sag. Outstanding! 

Pam leaned into me. "Beautiful, she is really beautiful isn't she?" I just nodded in agreement. At this point I decided to try something a bit different. I placed a bill in front of me, but then took another and tucked in to Pam's shirt. 

Pam looked at me and I just said "Watch this".

Shawnda caught my action and winked. She then commenced to remove her shirt and skirt as she danced to the music, working the crowd that was now around the center stage. Shawnda then found her way over to Pam and squatted down in front of her. As the other dancers had done, Shawnda placed her forearms onto Pam's shoulders and leaned into her. But then she moved her head downward and let her cheeks rub up against Pam's breasts just before removing the bill with her teeth. Leaning back, Shawnda then removed her arms from Pam's shoulders and moved her hands to Pam's tits, cupping them, then pinching the nipples gently. She smiled at Pam, then moved on around the stage, repeating the performance with a few other women.

Pam was now breathing hard and took a long sip from her 3rd drink of the night. "I can't believe how cool this is" she said. "This is amazing"

Shawnda's second song was just starting when I took another bill and tucked it into Pam's shirt again. Pam looked at me and grinned a sheepish grin that told me she was both excited and a bit embarrassed at what she thought was about to happen. Little did she know.




First Time Wild Ch. 02



As Shawnda made her way over to Pam, she removed her thong and now danced before us completely nude. She bent over and whispered into Pam's ear, then took her by the hand and had her stand up. Shawnda then took the bill from Pam's shirt, turned Pam around to face the crowd, and had her lean back against the stage. Once Pam was in position, her head hanging over the edge of the stage, her bottom resting on the stages ledge that was used as a table and her feet partially spread to support her weight, Shawnda took the bill and tucked it into the waistband of Pam's skirt. This position allowed the guys in the table behind us to get a great look at Pam's thong covered pussy.

Shawnda, kneeling on the stage, straddling Pam's head and leaned forward, placing her hands on Pam's thighs for support. The two women were now in a 69 position, with Shawnda's bare pussy less than an inch from Pam's nose. Shawnda proceeded to move her head back and forth, letting her hair graze across Pam's thighs and stomach. She then rubbed up and down her thighs with her hands, moving from the outside of her legs to the insides. Shawnda then took the bill from the waistband, using her teeth. As she did, she allowed her face to bury into Pam's crotch, shaking her head back and forth for effect. Pam let out a soft moan.

Retreating back to the stage, Shawnda then squatted back a bit, which resulted in her sitting down onto Pam's face gently. Her pussy lips were now touching Pam's lips. At this point, Shawnda gyrated her hips a few times, all the while maintaining contact with Pam's face. Then, as she pulled herself back toward the stage, she drug her hands across Pam's skirt, lifting it up her hips, allowing her thong clad pussy to be exposed. 

Moving on up her body, Shawnda stopped her hands on top of Pam's tits and started squeezing, to the delight of the crowd. She then pinched Pam's nipples a few times, all the while keeping her pussy on Pam's face. 

Finally Shawnda returned to the stage, helping Pam back up from her reclining position. Shawnda then leaned into Pam one last time and told her that she was a very beautiful woman and thanked her for being such a good sport.

Pam was in shock as she sat back down. I put my arm around her and gave her a great big kiss. I could smell Shawnda's pussy on Pam's lips.

One of the guys behind us came forward and bent down between us as I released Pam. "That was incrediblely Hot" the guy told Pam. "You are an amazing woman". Pam leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek and said "Thank you".

He then sat back down. Within a minute a couple of drinks were brought to us. The waitress said they were from the guys behind us. I took my drink and turned around to give them a nod of thanks. They just hoisted their drinks in return. Pam did not turn around. She was near panic with embarrassment, but was too excited to consider leaving at that point.

Time passed by with more of the dancers starting to take Shawnda's lead and involving the female customers more. Nothing was as erotic as when Shawnda did with Pam, but it was definitely getting the crowd into the entertainment.

Finally, it was Shawnda's turn to return to the center stage. She wasted no time in getting naked and started working the women around the stage. She stood one woman up and removed her shirt. Another she squeezed her tits together then pulled one tit out of her bra. Yet another she place a $1 bill in the ladies mouth, then retrieved it with her mouth, all the while fondling the woman's breasts.

When Pam's turn came, Shawnda leaned forward and whispered something into Pam's ear. Pam just nodded. Shawnda then stood Pam up in front of her. Pam started to turn around like last time, but Shawnda stopped her. "Look at me this time" she said. Pam obeyed.

Shawnda then leaned over Pam, caressing Pam's neck with her cheeks. While doing this, Shawnda's hands were roaming over Pam's ass and tits. Pam's arms instinctively went up and rested on Shawnda's shoulders with her hands resting on her back. Shawnda then repositioned herself and sat upright, pulling Pam's shirt up with her. 

Pam did not realize what was happening until she felt the fabric of her top slide over the nipples, leaving her tits fully exposed. Pam froze. Shawnda tried to pull the shirt up and over Pam's head, but Pam would not move her arms, then, with a resigned expression on her face, Pam raised her arms straight up into the air. Shawnda looked into Pam's face and smiled as she lifted the top free of Pam's body. 

My beautiful wife was now standing topless in front of the whole crowd. A great uproar was heard as everyone in the room started to clap and cheer. Shawnda then turned Pam around to face the crowd. Another round of applause erupted.

Shawnda turned Pam back around and gave her a quick kiss on the lips, moving on to the next woman around the stage.

Pam stood frozen in place for a few minutes while she tried to comprehend what had just occurred. The men at the table behind us were shouting out their appreciation to Pam when she finally came too and realized she was standing with her tits bared to the world. She quickly pulled her shirt back on, but her erect nipples were evidence that she was extremely aroused by the whole ordeal.

I asked Pam if she was ok and if she wanted to leave. She responded that she was ok, but embarrassed beyond expression. But she surprised me by saying that she would like to stay a bit longer to watch Shawnda one more time.

Another 30 to 45 minutes passed before Shawnda came back on stage. The house was now packed and a second stage had been opened up to accommodate the crowd. Several women had been exposed in varying degrees by the dancers and the male patrons were showing their appreciation by being generous with their tips.

I placed a $20 bill in Pam's shirt this time, wanting to thank Shawnda for a great evening, but before the music even started, she came over to Pam and asked her to come up on stage with her this dance. Pam shook her head no, but Shawnda asked her again. Pam slowly stood up and let Shawnda help her up to the stage. 

The music finally started and Shawnda started dancing, moving around Pam with a smooth, graceful motion. Her hands would move over Pam's body ever so softly while Pam tried to remain perfectly still. You could see that Pam was starting to sway with the music and even let her hands move to Shawnda's body. At this Shawnda turned her back to Pam, then took Pam's hands in hers and guided them to Shawnda's tits. Pam started to massage the breasts gently, but deliberately as Shawnda started to grind her ass into Pam's crotch. 

After a few moments of this, Shawnda had Pam lay on the ground as shawnda removed her clothing. Shawnda straddled Pam's head with her knees and started to massage her way down Pam's body to her thighs. Shawnda rocked her body forward and back as she slowly moved up and down Pam's body, over and over again. Her pussy pressing down on Pam's face once again. This time, however, I saw Pam stick her tongue out and give the pussy a lick. 

This brought a moan from Shawnda, who responded to the gesture with a gyration of her hips. She then moved her hands up Pam's thighs again, only this time she pulled the skirt up with them, exposing Pam's thong in the process. 

Again, Pam's tongue darted out and licked Shawnda's slit. But this time, she lingered a bit longer. Shawnda then put her face into Pam's crotch and started licking her pussy through the thong. This caused Pam to reach her hands around Shawnda's ass and pull her down to her face. It was obvious that Pam was now licking and sucking on Shawnda's clit with a purpose.

Realizing that the little sex show was stepping well beyond the lines, Shawnda lifted off of Pam and helped her to her feet. She then stood Pam up along the Pole in the middle of the stage and taking her own shirt, proceeded to tie Pam's hands to the pole.

Shawnda then move to face Pam, fondling her tits through her top, then moving down to rub her pussy through the skirt. 

Shawnda then smiled at Pam and slowly lifted her shirt over her head. Once again, Pam was standing topless in front of the crowd. A roar of applause was heard instantly.

Not stopping there, however, Shawnda then unzipped Pam's skirt and let it drop to the floor, leaving her standing in nothing but her thong. 

Shawnda's hands roamed freely over my wife's nearly nude body. Finally her hands came to rest on Pam's hips where she hooked her fingers under the waistband of the thong. At this Pam shook her head no so Shawnda removed her hands from the thong. Instead, she moved her hands up to Pam's tits and started to massage them, tweaking her nipples in rhythm with the music. Once again, Shawnda's hands moved down to the waistband, hooking her thumbs into place. She then whispered something into Pam's ear and waited for a response. Without saying a word, Pam gave a little nod, to which, Shawnda smiled. Without further hesitation, Shawnda removed Pam's thong, helping her to step out of them.

My wife now stood completely nude in front of the audience, her eyes tightly shut.

Shawnda then moved around the pole, behind Pam and reached around to start caressing her tits. She pinched and pulled at the erect nipples, soliciting a moan of pleasure from Pam. 

Shawnda's hands then moved down to Pam's pussy, massaging it to the delight of the crowd. Her finger entered into Pam's wet pussy lips, causing Pam to shudder. She was nearing an orgasm. Shawnda moved back up to her tits then back down to the pussy, only this time, Pam did cum. 

Her legs started to buckle and she started to shake. Shawnda realized what was happening and held Pam up with her free arm. The orgasm was strong, but Pam was able to control herself so that no one other than the two women and perhaps a couple of us around the stage, knew what had just happened.

The song was coming to an end when Shawnda untied Pam's hands. She then took Pam into her arms and gave her a great big hug, thanking her for the dance. While still in the embrace, Shawnda kissed Pam on the lips, hard. Pam returned the kiss and you could see it was a kiss of passion as their tongues darted back and forth in their mouths. 

As the song ended, Shawnda helped Pam gather her clothes, then lead her, naked, off the stage and to our seats. She gave Pam another hug and thanked her again, telling her she was an incredibly hot woman. 

The two women stood there, totally naked, talking like two good friends while the next dancer started. The guys behind us had their view of the stage blocked, but they did not seem to mind considering they had a front row seat to these two beauties, naked before them. As Shawnda turned and walked away, she gave me a hug also. 

Pam started to get dressed when 2 of the guys from the table came forward and thanked Pam for the show. They then asked if they could each have a hug. Surprisingly, Pam obliged, hugging these strangers while naked. She let the hug last longer than necessary and I noticed each of the guys move their hands down to her ass during the hugs. The other 3 guys from the table quickly got in line for their hugs and free feels. When they were done, Pam handed them her thong as a souvenir then put her skirt and shirt back on.

We sat back down for a moment, then I leaned into Pam and asked if she was ready to go. I was so aroused that I needed to get some relief and I was hoping she was too. She looked at me and nodded her head. It was time to go before something more were to happen.

On the way out, we saw Shawnda and Pam went over to give her one last hug. They talked for a bit then hugged again. Pam then put her arm in mind and we exited the building and walked to our car.

Once in the car I started the motor, but noticed Pam staring straight ahead.

"What's the matter?"

She did not respond.

I reached over with my hand and turned her face toward me. "Come on Hon, what's the matter"

"I crossed a line tonight. I did things tonight that I believe to be wrong and immoral. I did things that I would never have dreamed of doing. In fact, before tonight, I found the thought of this type of action disgusting. You are probably mad at me right now and I don't blame you, but I have to tell you, except for the remorse I feel right now, I enjoyed it. I am so sorry Baby."

"Pam, stop it. Tonight was incredible. I am not mad. Far from it. I'm not sure what to make of all of it, but I am not mad. I am so hot for you right now I don't know if I can wait to get you back to the motel. I love you, so much" I then leaned over and kissed her passionately.

Back at the motel room we made love for the next several hours. In the morning when we woke, Pam got up, showered and got ready for the day. We packed and headed for home. 

She talked about us and life in general, but did not mention the weekends activities. She was not melancholy or remorseful. In fact she seemed to be quite relaxed and happy. It was as though she had pushed what had happened this weekend into the back of her mind.

I pushed it into my mind also, but it definitely is not staying in the back. I can't stop thinking about my wife and this awesome turn of events.



First Time Wild Ch. 03



"Hey Babe, what do you think about going out dancing Saturday night?" 

"That would be fine," I responded, thinking back to our dance outing a few weeks earlier.

"Do you mind if I invite Brea and Ron to join us? Maybe we could catch dinner then go dancing"

"Sounds like a plan to me," I replied. "Give them a call."

Ron and Brea are good friends of ours. I have known Ron for several years and helped him by just being there when he went through his messy divorce. Brea is his girlfriend and, in my estimation, soul mate. They think so much alike it is unbelievable. She is also adorable. Brea is almost the opposite of my wife; Pam. Pam stands 5'7" tall and has nice, but not large, 36b breasts and long sexy legs. Brea, on the other hand, stands 5' even, weighs in at maybe 100 lbs and has a very noticeable 36dd rack. Add to her physical build long brown hair and a Barbie Doll face and you have a very attractive, 36 year old lady. 

Neither of us are swingers and both Ron and I respect each other enough to not even go there with each other's women. In fact, that is probably what makes our relationship so good. We can do things as couples, without being threatened or concerned that things will get out of hand. 

Both Pam and Brea have a conservative mindset about relationships, and both are loyal to their man. Neither are interested in the swinger lifestyle, which is fine with me. 

Brea, however, is a bit of a flirt and more willing to act seductive, in a playful way. Pam, on the other hand, is generally more conservative in her approach and feels she is being a slut if she even thinks about flirting with another guy. (I Love this Woman) Brea has done wonders to bring Pam out of that shell a bit, as Pam really likes Brea and is willing to go along with her playful antics, realizing that Brea does not come across as slutty in the process.

In all, we are just two, normal, middle class couples in our empty nester years, enjoying life and each other's friendship.

Saturday came and we had made arrangements to meet at a new restaurant in town, which has a sports bar/lounge area, for dinner. From there we would go on to a local club for dancing.

"How do I look?" Pam asked, exiting the bedroom with a sexy, runway model walk.

""Wow! You look great," I responded, my heart beating a bit faster and my groin starting to twitch. 

Pam was wearing a tight fitting pair of low rider jeans and a light weight purple top she had purchased a few days ago. The top was loose fitting, but was designed in a way that the fabric bunches up just under the breast line to accentuate the bust. This coupled with the high heal boots she was wearing really set off her curvaceous hips and long legs. Now, I normally prefer her to wear a short skirt for showing off her legs, but I had to admit, she looked amazingly hot in this attire. 

"Thank you," she replied. "Are you ready to go?"

I just nodded my head, not taking my eyes off her as I opened the door and motioned to her in an "After You" hand gesture. Pam grinned and gave me a quick kiss on the lips as she passed me in the door way. "You are so sweet," she said, as she exited our home. 

We arrived at the restaurant at the same time as Ron and Brea and found a booth near one of the big screen TV's that was playing a college basketball game. Our conversation bounced around our last couple of weeks, work and how we couldn't wait for the warmer weather to finally get here. 

It seemed like it took quite awhile before the waitress came to take our orders, though it was probably only 10 minutes. When she finally came, however, I was pleasantly surprised. She was a very attractive, 20 something young lady, who stood about 5'5", had a narrow waste and had a curvaceous figure. She wore a top that was very low cut, exposing a great portion of her C cup breasts in the process. It was a beautiful sight and I have to admit, I stared for a moment. (A mistake I rarely make with my wife present. Dumb!)

Anyway, the girls each ordered a martini and Ron and I ordered local Micro-brews. After the waitress walked away, Brea looked at Ron and said, "You guys were checking her out. I can't believe you two," glancing over at me in the process. "Right here in front of us."

Ron stammered, embarrassed by being caught. I, on the other hand, responded with "If I don't check out the competition once in a while how I am supposed to know that Pam is still the best looking lady around?"

In after thought I realized that it was a really stupid response as it lead into a series of questions, like "How often do you check out the "Competition"?", "So, now I am in competition for you?" and "What happens if you find someone better looking than me?" I just raised my glass and said, "To the two prettiest women I know."

Ron quickly agreed and the girls started laughing, knowing that they had my by the nuts and I was back peddling fast.

Our meal finally arrived and we ordered more drinks. By the time the girls had finished their second martini, Ron joked about the last time he took Brea out and she got so drunk, she walked into the back of their car as they left the club. 

That story lead to a story about me having a few too many while watching a basketball game at home. I had four Bourbon's on the rocks and when I stood up to go to the bathroom, I fell on the floor. (Pam thought it was funny and should be shared with our friends. Whatever.)

The story about me did transition well into a story about one of the guys that accompanied me to the strip club a few months ago. As he tried to stand to go to the bathroom he fell on the floor. His response was "I didn't mean to do that." To which I laughed and helped him up. 

Pam, still wanting to embarrass me a bit, said, "Ask him what kind of club it was." 

I just grinned and continued my story. 

Brea picked right up on it and asked, "What kind of club was it?" 

I did not respond. Instead, I just continued on with the story.

Brea then, with a look that was priceless, questioned, "You didn't really...?" realizing what type of club Pam was referring to. (I laughed inside as I would have assumed that Brea would have been to a strip club in the past just because of some of her stories and her freer spirit.)

I just kept on with my story. When I was finished I added, "It is amazing what type of attention the women customers get at those clubs." Pam's face flushed red, fearing that I would tell her secret now. I held my tongue though. There would be other times I could share that story.

Ron and Brea started to pick on me, "Mr. Straight Lace," and we all had a laugh. Brea, looking over at Pam, asked, "And you are OK with that?"

"Sure," she said, "I trust him. It's not like he does this all of the time."

Brea chuckled, and then looked over at Ron, giving him a look that said, "Don't even think about it."

I then added, "Pam is still the most beautiful woman there is, in my eyes." Yeah, I was still trying to score points. 

Ron quickly added, "And you are the only one for me, Babe," leaning over and kissing Brea on the cheek. 

Brea elbowed Ron. "Yeah, right!"

The conversation eventually moved on to our summer camping plans, vacation plans and fishing trips while we finished our dinners. 

It was only 8:00 pm when we finished dinner, but we decided to head on over to the club anyway, knowing that the action would not get started until 9:30 pm or later. Once there, however, we found the club even "deader" than we anticipated. In fact, we were the only customers in the building. 

"What do you want to do?" I asked, to no one in particular. 

"There is a pool table. You want to play?" Ron quipped.

"Sure. It's been a while but that's ok." I responded.

"Been a couple of weeks for me too," Ron said.

"It was 1995 when I last played," I laughed as Ron put his money into the pool table.

Ron set up the table while I found a straight Cue stick. Meanwhile, the girls ordered more drinks and found a table close to the pool table to watch the action. 

Ron offered to let me break, but I declined and soon he had balls flying around the table. Neither of us was very good, but we had fun and in the end, I beat him. 

"Oh Yeah! "I haven't played since 1995" he says. What a sandbagger," Ron said, sarcastically. 

"Serious, I got lucky," I responded. We bantered back and forth a bit as Ron racked up the next round. 

At the end of the second game, both girls had finished their drinks and had ordered another. This was interesting as Pam rarely has more than two drinks in an evening as she does not like to get out of control. I knew, from firsthand experience, that she has a tendency to get less inhibited the more she drinks so I was looking forward to the rest of the evening.

"I think we should play doubles," Brea piped up. 

Pam looked at her, shaking her head no, as she said, "You three play. I don't know how."

"There aren't any three person games. You will need to play too," Ron said.

"Come on, Babe," I said. "It will be fun. There's no pressure and no competition. Just having fun."

Reluctantly Pam gave into to our coaxing and pleading and picked up a pool stick. 

"Here, use mine," I offered. "The rest are pretty warped."

Pam can get very competitive. Whether it is with games or life in general, if she thinks she can win, she will become relentless. On the other hand, if she does not feel she has a chance to win, she will shy away from any competition. As a result, she has always viewed pool with disdain, as she did not do well the few times she tried. Instead of practicing to get better, she preferred to ignore the game.

Ron broke this time, with my turn following him. Brea was next and actually made her first shot, missing the second. When Pam's turn came up, it was obvious that she hadn't played much, as she held the butt of the stick tight in her right hand and wrapped the index finger of her left hand around the shaft in an attempt to aim her shot. 

"Wait," Ron said, stopping Pam before she shot. "Reposition your hand and let the stick just glide," he offered, moving over to Pam to help her set up her shot. He then took a quick minute to explain to her how to figure out where to aim and some of the basic rules of pool. Pam then took her first shot, missing the balls on the table completely. 

We all laughed. Defensively Pam said, "See. I don't know how to play. I should quit"

"No. You did fine. We are all just having fun here. OK?" I responded. I then pulled Pam close to me and gave her a hug.

The game progressed and in the end, Pam and I had won the game. She hadn't made any shots, but she was starting to make contact with the ball and actually got pretty close to making a few shots. Enough so that she was encouraged to play another game.

The second game moved along much like the first until the score was tied with each side at three balls remaining. That is when Pam made her first shot of the night. You would have thought she hit the jackpot as she gave a "whoohoo" and a fist pump. She started jumping up and down and came prancing over to where I was sitting. I gave her a quick hug of congratulations and whispered in her ear, "It is still your turn." 

With a look of surprise and a small smile on her face, Pam took her next shot. The fact that it missed its target really did not matter as Pam was still excited about making the one before. 

My turn came around again, (None of us were hitting our shots very well due to the liquor.) and as I was setting up for my shot, Ron walked around the table and stood in from on the hole I was aiming at. He swayed back and forth a bit then smiled and looked over at the girls. "This is called distracting your opponent," he said with a wink. I chuckled and took my shot, missing. 

"See, works every time," Ron added.

When Ron's turn came up again, he glanced around at me (We were sitting directly behind where he was setting up to shoot) with a look that questioned whether or not I was going to get back at him for the last distraction. I ignored the look and waited until he set up for his shot. Just as he was about to shoot, I reached out my pool stick and gave him a "Goose". We all burst into laughter as his shot went careening to the left, missing the hole he was aimed at by a foot.

"Good one," he said, looking directly at me. "Very Junior High." Again we all laughed.

The game progressed along with Ron and me taking turns trying to distract each other as we played. Eventually the game ended with Pam and me winning. 

As Ron racked the balls, Brea was over next to him whispering something. He chuckled and nodded his head to whatever she was saying to him. My attention was on Pam as I congratulated and encouraged her on how she was playing. This was the first time in a long time that she allowed herself to play a game like this and I did not want her to chicken out.

It was my turn to break so I positioned myself to take the opening shot. As I did, I was explaining to Pam why I placed the Cue ball where I did and my intended target, trying to coach her a bit on the strategy of the game. When I turned back around to aim, Brea was standing by the left side of the table, holding her pool stick. Just as I was drawing back to take my shot, she bumped the chalk, causing it to fall off the edge of the table and on to the floor. 

"Opps!" she exclaimed, bending over to pick it up.

As she did, she turned away from me and bent over at her waist, keeping her legs fairly straight. This caused her short skirt to hike up her ass, exposing her legs to the tops of her thighs, just below her ass cheeks. Damn that girl has nice legs.

I obviously stared longer than I thought as Pam tossed a wadded up napkin. Sarcastically she then said, "Hello, time to wake up and shoot. I can't believe you are staring at Brea like that. I thought you said I was the only one that captured your attention." I was busted.

I grinned, looked over at Ron and just shook my head. "So that's the way it's going to be, is it?" I said, taking my shot. I sunk the 3 ball on the break. "You are going to have to try harder than that," I taunted, setting up for my next shot. 

With the challenge now in place, Brea walked to where I was aiming and bent over the table, letting me look right down her top. Her heavy breasts swayed forward and I could see the tops of her tits fully exposed. It was truly amazing and distracting as I missed my shot. "Good one," I said, "Good one."

Ron's shot was next and as he was setting up for the shot, Pam leaned into me and whispered, "What do you want me to do to distract him?"

"I'm not sure," I responded. "You have jeans on so the "drop the chalk" trick probably won't have as much effect. Just improvise as you feel comfortable"

Ron got his shot away before we could do anything, however. Fortunately he missed a pretty difficult shot so it was now Pam's turn.

Pam seemed to be having trouble trying to figure out how to take her shot, as Ron left her with a tough set up. Ron then offered some advice and walked around behind Pam to help her set up the shot the way he thought it work best. As he did, he leaned over Pam from behind with his left hand on the table beside her left hand, and then took the stick in his right hand, just behind Pam's right hand, raising the stick a bit higher. As he did he explained that by striking down on the ball in that position, the Cue would roll back after striking the ball she was aiming at. 

As he was explaining the shot, Pam looked up at me, gave me a wicked little grin, and then stepped back, forcing her ass into Ron's crotch. She then wiggled her ass back and forth a couple of quick times, keeping contact with his groin. 

I wish I had a picture of his face when she did that. His eyes opened wider than I would have thought possible and his jaw fell open. He then jumped backward as though he had just touched a hot oven burner. We all erupted into laughter; enough so that the few people that were at the bar all looked over at us. 

"Oh, that is so not fair." Ron scolded. "So not fair."

"All's fair in love and sport," Pam responded, giving me and Brea an exaggerated wink. 

The rest of that game became one of competition between the two girls to see which could distract the others man the best. In the end, Ron and Brea won the game, but from my estimation, we all came out winners. We were having fun.

As I set up the table for the next round, Pam and Brea were at the table talking back and forth about something. They were speaking quietly so I could not hear what they said. Ron had gone to the bar to get us more drinks.

"We challenge you to the next game," Brea said, as Ron returned to the table with the drinks. 

"Who? Me and Pam?" I asked, looking a bit puzzled by the comment and pointing to myself and then over to Pam.

"No. Pam and I challenge you and Ron," she clarified. "We want to beat you."

Laughing, Ron said, "I'm game."

I agreed, offering the table to the girls to break.

"First we need to go use the bathroom," Pam said, pulling Brea along with her. Brea just looked back toward us and gave us a wicked grin and followed Pam out of the room.

When the girls returned, they were holding their hands behind their backs as they walked up to the table. Curiously, I noted that Pam walked toward Ron and Brea toward me as then approached. Then, standing directly in front of us, Pam looked at Ron and said," Here, hold this for me. It is getting in my way." As she said it, she moved her hand from behind her back and extended it toward Ron. In her hand was her black, strapless bra.

"Shit!" I unintentionally uttered audibly. Ron and I were both speechless. 

Before either of us could say anything, Brea reached out her hand toward me. "Please be a dear and hold this for me also," she said in a seductive voice. In her hand was her white thong. 

"Double Shit!" Ron exclaimed. 

When neither of us moved our hands to take our gifts, each girl reached out, taking our hands in theirs and placed the garments in our hands. They then turned and walked over to the pool table to start the game. Ron and I just looked at each other then both grinned and shrugged our shoulders. 

"What the Hell. Let's play," Ron finally said.

Brea broke and balls spread across the pool table. My turn followed and now I was anticipating some fun as my mind was running a bit wild with the possibilities presented by the girls. I fully expected Pam to be the one to try to distract me as I did not think she had the nerve to actually flash Ron, but to my surprise, Brea moved over to the table as I was setting up for my shot. 

Seductively she moved along the right side of the table, right where I was aiming. Nonchalantly she walked up to the table and brushed the chalk off the side onto the floor. I just grinned and shook my head in a mock disbelief. What she did next, however, caused me to have to stand up to gather my wits.

Bending over at the waist, again, she kept her legs fairly straight, creating a very erotic view of her upper thighs. Assuming that she had gone as far as she was going to, I started to set up my shot again. 

Instead, she bent a bit lower, and reached her left hand back around to her ass and pulled her skirt up a bit more. (That is when I had to stand up) Exposed before me was one of the best looking asses I have ever seen. Both cheeks were tight and formed nice round globes. From my vantage point, I could also see the mounds of her pussy lips, which were cleanly shaven and glistening slightly in the light. 

At this point, two things happened. First, I blushed. Second, my cock started to harden. The sight was incredible, and the fact that it was my buddy's girlfriend, made it even naughtier and erotically stimulating. 

I glanced over at my wife and saw her just smiling back at me. She gave me a quick wink and asked, "What's the matter, big boy? Is the competition too much for you?"




First Time Wild Ch. 03



Biting my lower lip, I chuckled to myself and shook my head. If that was the way they wanted to play it, then fine, I was game.

I took my shot, missing. Damn this was going to be hard to concentrate.

Pam's shot was next and as she took aim, Ron made an unsuccessful attempt to distract her by standing in front of the pocket. She sank the shot and another after it. Ron and I found ourselves down 2 shots now. 

It was Ron's shot and I was curious just what Pam was going to do to distract him. (This was really getting fun.) As he set up his shot, Pam walked to the end of the table to where Ron was aiming and, placing her elbows on the table, leaned over, giving him a great view down her shirt. 

Her shirt was loose fitting and without the bra on, allowed for an unobstructed view of not just the tops of her tits, but her nipples also. It was obvious that she was aroused by the antics as both nipples were erect, sticking out better than ½". Ron held his stare an uncomfortably long time before finally taking his shot. He missed.

As he walked over to where I was sitting he just shook his head. "Man, this is going to be tough. I feel guilty knowing it is your wife I am looking at," he confided. 

As the game progressed, the girls became even more brazen as they exposed themselves to us. During one turn, Brea came up to me and asked if I was alright, or if I was getting uncomfortable with the game. As she asked, she slid her hand down my thigh and back up to my crotch. My hard on was becoming noticeable and uncomfortable by now.

During one of Ron's turns, Pam came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. Then she slid her hands up under his Tee shirt, cupping his pecks in her hands. "Nice," was all she said as she slid her hands back down and walked away.

When Ron returned to the table, I looked at him with a smile and said, "It's time we start playing their game." With that I walked over to Brea as she was starting to shot and placed my hand on her ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. 

The distraction created the intended effect and her shot missed the ball she was aiming at, completely. "What's the matter? Is it getting a bit uncomfortable in here for you?" I gloated.

When I moved up to Brea, Pam was standing next to Ron. As I moved my hands onto Brea's ass, Ron placed his hands on Pam's hips and moved her directly in front of him, her back to him. Once in place, Ron then moved his hands upward and under Pam's top, not stopping until he had cupped her breasts in his hands. The look on Pam's face was priceless as she had obviously not expected either of us to retaliate. Ron then pinched both nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, giving them a roll and tug before removing his hands. "Nice!" he exclaimed. Pam's face reddened as she stood their mortified. 

I gave Ron a high five and we both laughed.

It was my turn next and with all my might, I focused on the game. With some luck, I ran the table and ended the torment for the moment. I did not know where the girls were going with the game, but the way things were starting to escalate, I was afraid we were going to get kicked out for indecent exposure at any time.

"Hey, it's 10 pm, let's go on down to Harrington's," I said. Harrington's is a club just down the street from where we were at and was known as the hot spot in town. 

"Sounds good to me," Ron said. "Let's go."

As we walked down the street, Pam wrapped her arms around my right arm and held me tight. 

"Did you have fun back there?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied, somewhat sarcastically. "But what was all that, Hand on Brea's Ass, stuff you were doing?" 

"Whoa," I said. "What was all that, Hand's on your tit's stuff you and Ron were doing?" I bantered back. It was obvious she was not mad, just trying to get a rise out of me.

"You said I was the only one you had eyes for, but it looked like your eyes were all over Brea," she came back. I knew there was no way I was going to win this conversation so I changed the subject a bit.

Harrington's was packed when we arrived, but as luck would have it, a table cleared just as we walked into the dance area. The girls slid into the bench seats of the booth. "I'll get us drinks," I said, turning toward the bar. 

When we returned with the drinks, the girls were on the dance floor putting on a show. Brea was grinding into Pam's pelvis as Pam's hands roamed up and down Brea's side. Both girls were having fun and all eyes were on them. It was a sexy sight, for sure.

As the song was finishing up, the two ladies turned toward our table and sexily walked our way. Arriving at the table, I was a bit surprised as Pam slid in next to Ron and Brea slid in next to me. Ron and I just looked over at each other and shrugged our shoulders. Both girls then took long drinks from the glasses we just brought them, and then, as if planned, Brea took my hand and Pam took Ron's hand and dragged us onto the dance floor.

"What the hell?" I said to myself and started dancing with Brea. 

Brea is an incredibly sexy dancer. Her moves are so graceful and titillating. Every movement seemed like it was designed for seduction as she swayed back and forth to the music. Her long brown hair swayed back and forth across her shoulders as her body moved with the beat. As her hips moved to the music, the hem of her skirt flipped erotically about, exposing more of her thighs with each movement.

As the dance advanced along, Brea moved in close to me, placing her hands on my chest, lightly rubbing my pecks in the process. She then moved her hands down to my stomach and to my sides, pulling me into her in the process.

Here I was, trying to concentrate on the music, with little success, as she was pressing her tits into my chest. God they felt nice as she moved back and forth in time with the music.

My hands went out and found themselves resting on her hips, helping her grind into my pelvis. As my cock grew and hardened, she leaned into me more and spoke into my ear, "You seem to be enjoying yourself." Stupidly I smiled and nodded in agreement.

She then turned away from me and started grinding her ass into my crotch. The sensation was incredible and almost unbearable as she continued to hump my cock through my jeans. 

Mesmerized by Brea's lewd display, (Yes, I know I was involved also.) I forgot all about Pam. Then, like a lightning bolt striking, I thought about her and what she might be thinking of my dance with Brea. Quickly I looked over in her and Ron's direction just to find that she was putting on the same type of display of deviancy as Brea was. She appeared to be lost in the seduction of the dance and music. 

I watched my wife as she ground her ass into my buddies crotch, then turn toward him so she could rub her jeans clad pussy up and down his thigh. Ron's hands were roaming between Pam's hips and her breasts, softly caressing her torso in the process. Even in the dark I could see her nipples extending through the fabric of her shirt, jettisoning forward like two bolts trying to pierce a canvas. 

My cock was ready to explode as the music came to an end. Tuning toward the table, I nearly staggered from the intoxication of the moment. Not from the alcohol, but from the eroticism of what had just taken place. 

At the table, Brea again slid in next to me while Pam slid in next to Ron. My mind was reeling as I processed what was going on. Here we were, with each other's partner, and I was afraid of where things might lead. I finished off my drink and stated, "I need another drink." Ron agreed with me and followed me toward the bar.

"What the hell was that?" Ron asked as we left the dance area. "What the fuck are they trying to do to us? Kill us?"

"Hell, buddy, I don't know. I have a weird feeling, though, that there is a trap of some kind waiting for us. What do you want to do?"

"I don't know, man," Ron replied. "What kind of trap do you think they are setting?"

"I don't know. Maybe just trying to see how far we will go with someone other than our woman. Maybe it's nothing at all. I don't know, but I'll tell you now, I'm ok with what has gone on so far, but I am afraid that we may reach a point of no return in which we will all regret," I said.

"So, what do you want to do? Stop everything right here?" Ron asked.

"If you are ok with what is going on, then no. Let's play their game a bit longer, but I need you to promise me you won't end up fucking Pam tonight and I won't end up fucking Brea. Deal?"

"You got it, man. No fucking each other's woman. I'm good with that," Ron replied. "This could be interesting in the process though."

We both laughed, and then ordered another round of drinks. This was going to be an interesting night alright.

We made our way back to our table and sat down next to each other's woman. Pam snuggled into Ron's chest as he handed her a drink. Brea slid in close to me and started running her left hand up and down my thigh and I handed her drink to her. 

At first I didn't think much of the thigh rub, but her strokes were gradually getting longer and longer until her hand was coming in contact with my crotch. My dick was hard as a rock as she continued the manipulation of my leg. Then, she did it. She stroked her hand up over my cock and gave a squeeze. I almost came at that moment.

Here I was, sitting across from my wife and best friend, as my best friend's lady was giving me a hand job. I looked for an expression from Pam, but she was too caught up in her flirting with Ron to even notice. 

I had to do something fast, or I would be creaming my jeans. I grabbed Brea's hand to make her stop. Just as I did, I heard Pam say something and Ron started to move out of the bench and toward the dance floor. 

Up to this point I had been a passive participant in what was going on, but damn it, these girls were torturing us and they knew it. I decided I was going to play back. As Pam exited the booth, I turned Brea away from me and pulled her back into my chest. I then leaned over, nuzzling my face into her neck and said, "Has Pam ever told you about how many orgasms I can give her in one night?"

Not expecting, or even looking for an answer, I then started to caress the tops of Brea's thighs. I started on the tops of each leg, rubbing down toward her knees, and then gently moving back up to her crotch. I continued this action for a couple of minutes, and then moved my hands to the inside of her thighs, maintaining the same length stroke in the process. 

I heard Brea let out a soft moan as I brushed against her panty less pussy, but I did not linger on her pussy yet. I needed the tension to build a bit more before I started to manipulate her clit. I continued stroking her thighs, rubbing against her pussy a bit more with each stroke, alternating between my right and left hands each time.

Brea's head lay back against my shoulder and I saw her raise her hands to her breasts and start her own massaging action as I began to rub into her pussy with more intention. As my fingers ventured into her womanhood, the warmth was undeniable as was her arousal as my fingers returned to the air, soaked with pussy juice. She was almost ready, but the song was coming to an end.

I quickly glanced out on the dance floor and saw that Pam and Ron were remaining for another dance. "Excellent!" I said to myself, and started to stroke Brea's clit with a vengeance. 

With the increased attention and force I was delivering to her throbbing pussy, I heard Brea give out a deep moan of pleasure. Within just a couple of minutes, her body tensed. She was ready to cum. I maintained the pace and pressure on her clit as Brea arched her back and then, letting out a long soft moan, she started to shudder. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body as her orgasm hit. Her hands began pawing at her breasts, squeezing hard and ferocious as the orgasm continued to control her body. 

The song that was playing started to die down just about the same time as Brea's tremors came to an end. She looked disheveled, just as I had hoped. "Two can play their game," I thought to myself, smiling in the dark of the room. 

When Ron and Pam reached the table, Brea had sat up a bit to look less obvious. As she did, I leaned into her and whispered into her ear, "If you were Pam, I would be giving you a couple of dozen more before we were through." Smiling to myself, I sat back and let the lust sink in.

After a few minutes I pushed Brea out of the booth and on to the dance floor before she could respond. I wanted to tease her a bit more, if possible. Once on the dance floor, Brea wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down so she could talk into my ear. "Mmm... that was awesome. Will you give me one more, Please?"

"We will have to see," I replied. "That is usually a pleasure only for my woman."

"Please?" she repeated. I just pulled her in tight and continued to dance. Soon, my hands found their way down to her ass and I started to massage her cheeks through the cloth of her skirt. Again she started to moan.

Now that I was back in control of the situation, I slowly moved toward the table to see if I could get a view of what Pam and Ron were doing. All the time, I was massaging Brea's ass, trying to keep her hot and horny. Judging from the way she was grinding her pelvis into my crotch, I guess I was succeeding.

At the table, I could see that Pam was turned with her back to Ron and that she was leaning back into him. I couldn't see much else from my current vantage point, so I continued to maneuver Brea and myself into a better viewing position. 

Once I had obtained a better spot to spy on them, I noticed that there was movement coming from under Pam's top. "Damn!" I said to myself. Ron had his hands under her shirt and was massaging her bare tits. Pam's head rocked back and forth as he squeezed, pinched and pulled at the lovely mounds and their amazing nipples. I could tell, even in the dark, that Pam was nearing a point of no return as her sexual arousal was being heightened by the minute.

Then I noticed that Pam's left arm was moving back and forth. This was curious as I could not see what was going on. Ron's head was tilted back and Pam's eyes were clearly closed so I ventured closer to where they were sitting. 

"Holy Shit!" I yelled to myself. Pam's left hand was wrapped around Ron's cock. She had removed his manhood from its confines and was jerking off my buddy right at the table. 

I held my position on the dance floor; all the time keeping Brea occupied and turned with her back to our table. She was moaning in pleasure from the manipulation of her ass, while I was being a voyeur. My cock was straining to be released and relieved, but I knew that would have to come later. 

Finally, Ron leaned over and whispered something in Pam's ear. She then lifted her head and quickly surveyed the table. Grabbing an empty glass in her right hand, she moved the glass down to where her left hand was working its magic. I couldn't tell what she was doing at the time, but I could tell Ron was getting his rocks off. When Pam placed the glass back on the table, I could see that it was half full of something. She had jacked him off into the glass, keeping his cum from making a mess of the table and floor. This was too incredible.

It was time to end the dance and I released Brea, pulling her over to the table. 

By the time we arrived, Ron had returned his cock to his pants and Pam had repositioned herself to sit upright at the table, trying to look nonchalant. I found that rather funny considering the wanton display she had been making all evening.

We sat down across from Ron and Pam as though nothing had happened and I decided to play with Pam a bit at this point. "What kind of drink is that?" I asked, pointing to the glass of cum. 

"Oh, uh, something and Bailey's." Pam responded, trying to keep from blushing. 

"Sounds good. Can I have a taste?" I teased, wanting to know just how she would respond.

"No, this is mine," she retorted, taking the glass to her lips and acting like she was taking a sip. 

I decided to push it a bit more. "Come on, let me have a taste," I pressed.

With that she said, "No way," and took a gulp of the goo. Damn! I was not expecting that. 

Ron's eyes got bigger than mine, I think, realizing what she had just done. 

Pam started to choke, or gag, as she swallowed the mouth full of cum, but was able to maintain her composure. I chuckled and said, "That good, huh?" 

Pam just smiled and nodded her head yes, though not in a very convincing manner.

It was obviously time to call this evening to an end. By now my cock was so sore from lack of attention and the erotic display by both women that I needed to get Pam home for some relief. "I have to get up in the morning, guys. I think Pam and I are going to call this an evening."

"Yeah, sounds good to me too," Ron said, glancing over at Brea, who had a bit of a look of disappointment on her face. She obviously wanted to continue our little play session.

Oddly, no one said anything on the walk back to our cars. Once at the cars, we said our goodbyes. Pam and Brea gave each other a big hug and we got into our respective vehicles.

"Wait a minute," Pam said as Ron and Brea drove away. I obeyed. 

Once they were out of the parking lot, Pam kneeled up onto her car seat and bent over my lap, unzipping my pants in the process. In seconds, she had my semi-erect cock out of my pants.

"What are you doing?" I started to ask as she engulfed my meat into her mouth. "Oh, Shit," was all I could say as sucked me deep into her mouth. 

Damn, I needed that. Her warm lips moved like silk up and down my cock as she gently, but deliberately caressed my cock head with her tongue. She started out slowly, bobbing up and down on my shaft with her mouth, flicking the tip of my cock with her tongue each time she drew up to the top. A surge of electricity shot through my body each time she did. Then she would plunge downward, engulfing more of my cock each time.

Pam then increased the pace and sucking action of her oral simulation, driving down hard onto my cock, forcing it into her throat as though it were a goal of hers to take me all into her mouth. Within moments I felt the orgasm building and I patted her on the shoulder to let her know that I was about to cum. 

But, rather than pulling away, Pam continued to attack my cock with resolve and when I started to convulse, she hungrily sucked the cum from my cock, swallowing every drop. This was only the second time in our marriage that she actually swallowed my cum as she gave me head. This was a good night.

As she pulled away from my cock, my head spinning from the rush of the orgasm, she said, "My turn." Then, without another word, Pam stripped off her clothes, leaving her completely naked sitting next to me.

Taking my hand, Pam moved it over to her pussy and forcefully pushed it into her cunt. She was hot. Normally it would take up to a half hour of play to get her to this point, but she was ready to go as her pussy was soaked with her own juices. Tenderly I started playing with her clit, stroking it lightly at first, and then building pressure as I proceeded. 

I started to pinch and pull at her clit between strokes, causing Pam to moan with pleasure each time. She was as sexed as I can ever remember her being and within just a few moments, a powerful orgasm was crashing through her body. 

Pam's back arched upward, forcing her tits to stick straight up toward the roof of the car. Her hands were squeezing and pulling at her nipples as her body shook with pleasure. I continued to stimulate her by forcing the palm of my hand hard against her pussy, stroking back and forth with pressure and force. 

Pam's orgasm lasted close to three minutes before she started to regain control. As she stopped shaking, I started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. 




First Time Wild Ch. 03



"Again," She said, pulling my right hand into her crotch. As she let go of my hand, she reclined her seat back into a nearly lying position and started to manipulate her own breasts again. Eagerly, I began the caressing of her clit.

Pam was oblivious to her surroundings as the second orgasm hit. She would have been mortified had she realized that her second orgasm occurred, just as I had pulled up to a red light, a large Chevy PU in the lane next to us. The light seemed to take forever to change to green, so the guy in the PU was able to get a great show while we waited. It was obvious that he had been watching Pam paw at her own tits as I pounded her pussy because as we pulled away from the light, he remained still for several seconds. Lucky guy.

When we finally pulled into our driveway Pam surprised me once again this evening, as she got out of the car and started toward the house, naked. "Hurry up," she said, closing the car door behind her.

I got out of the car and arrived at the front door a few steps behind Pam. But, instead of unlocking the door, I grabbed Pam and pulled her into my arms, squeezing her tight and kissing her hard on the lips. Our tongues met and danced around our mouths as we embraced. 

Pulling free, I then turned Pam around and took her wrists in my hands, forcing her to place her hands on the door in front of her. This forced her ass toward me and I moved my hands down her arms to her hips, cupping her breasts and giving them a gently tug along the way. Then, without ceremony, I unbuckled my pants, dropping them to my knees, and inserted my cock into Pam's hungry cunt. 

The warmth of her pussy was as incredible as the warmth of her mouth and I started to push into her effortlessly. Her vaginal muscles contracted around my cock, sucking it as I pulled outward, and then releasing as I pounded forward again. 

Thanks to the wonderful blow job a few minutes earlier, I was able to continue the thrusting for several minutes before I started to feel the pressure in my balls building. At the same time, I could feel Pam start to tense up as an orgasm was building up inside her also. 

As I felt my cock start to convulse, Pam's body started to shake, marking the start of her third orgasm of the night. The sensation of her cunt contracting around my throbbing cock was unbelievable and soon I was shooting my load into her waiting belly. 

The bite of the cool Spring air became noticeable as we both come down from our orgasmic highs. I quickly unlocked the front door and pushed it open, allowing Pam to enter our home ahead of me.

Inside, Pam turned to me. She had a look of concern on her face. "I think I have to confess something to you. I hope you won't be too mad," she started.

Quickly I put a finger to her lips. "Not tonight, Babe, Not tonight. Maybe tomorrow but not tonight." I then pulled her into my arms and kissed her with all the passion I possessed. 

God I love this woman.



First Time Wild Ch. 04



"Where would I go to take Pool lessons?" Pam asked as she was making my morning coffee.

"Pool lessons? What do you want pool lessons for? Ron and I showed you how to play last week," I responded, a bit curious as to the interest in pool.

"I know, but I really want to get better. That was fun the other night, but I would really like to learn how to play well before we go out with Ron and Brea again."

"Honestly, the best way to learn is just by playing more," I told her.

"But where do you play? I don't want to have a bunch of people standing around watching me make a fool out of myself," she said. "I really just want to be able to learn without the pressure of others around."

"Well, you'll find a pool table at just about any bar. We could go during the day time when people are working and practice then," I offered.

"I don't really want to go to some bar during the day, and you really don't need to join me. In fact, it would be easier if you weren't there, Babe," she said. "I would really feel more comfortable if I could just practice by myself."

"Why not try going to the Wild Horse? It's just down the road a ways and it is more of a pub than bar. During the afternoon you would probably be the only one in the place. You probably want to be out of there by 6 pm as it is known as a biker bar, but during the day it should be pretty good," I offered. 

The term "Biker Bar" probably isn't a very good description as today's "Biker's" are usually middle aged, urban professionals that now have the money to pretend that they are wild and free when in reality they are just as tied down with responsibility as anyone. Even on its wild nights the Wild Horse is a decent place to have a beer and socialize with friends.

"I don't know," she said. "A biker bar isn't really my kind of place."

"Like I said, it is known as a biker bar, it is really more of a pub than a bar. Especially during the day" "Well, how much do you think it will cost me to play? It's not like I have lots of extra money." She remarked. 

"Oh, not much," I replied. "It will cost about $1 per game and if you practiced 5 games a couple times per week, you would get pretty good in a couple months time."

"I'll think about that. That could work," she said. I could see the gears turning in her head as she calculated the cost and time commitment involved in learning how to play.

I was a bit curious about her wanting to take lessons, but Pam does get rather competitive. After last weekend's night out with Ron and Brea, I was hoping she would want to try again, but I also knew that if she did play pool again, she would want to be more in control and able to hold her own at the table. I didn't really expect a repeat of the indecent display during the game, or the incredible sex afterwards, but I did like the idea of being able to go out and have fun once in a while.

A week went by and Pam had not taken any action toward playing more pool. I figured that it was a passing fancy and that she would forget about it until the next time I suggested we go out with Ron and Brea. I was wrong, though, as that Wednesday night, Pam told me that she had gone to the Wild Horse to play pool

She told me that she really debated on whether she wanted to go into a bar to play pool. She was a bit fearful of the atmosphere that she expected to find at the Wild Horse, knowing that it was a biker bar. After talking with a friend of hers that has been to the Wild Horse, she decided that it would be "OK" during the day. 

Pam arrived at the Wild Horse at 2:00 in the afternoon that Wednesday. There were only a couple of cars in the parking lot and as she entered the building she soon found that the cars had to have belonged to the employees. There was no one else in the place. 

She felt a bit uncomfortable, mostly because it was a new surrounding and she was self conscious of her lack of experience with playing pool. She was really afraid someone would actually be there to watch what she was doing. 

Upon entering, the bartender, an attractive lady who Pam figured to be approximately 50 years old, asked Pam what she would like to drink. Not really wanting to drink, but feeling obligated to order something, she ordered a beer. As the bartender get her beer, Pam wondered over to the pool table to check out what she would need to do next.

The layout of the building was designed to allow some separation between the main lounge area and the game room. The main lounge area had seating for probably 100 people, plus a dance floor and a stage area for a small band. It was pretty well lighted and had a friendly feel about it. Booths lined the wall and a series of short dining style tables speckled the area between the booths and the dance floor.

In the game room there was a pool table, a couple of dart boards, 4 pin ball machines and some video poker machines. There were some additional booths along the wall and a half dozen or so taller, pub style tables. The tables were positioned far enough from the games so as not to interfere in anyway. 

The lighting in the game room was a bit dimmer, with the main source of light being the Pool Table lamp over the pool table and some type of spot lamps shining on the dart boards. There was also the glow of the neon Beer/Alcohol company lights that adorned the walls of the room. 

Entry into the game room was through an archway that was 8' wide. The archway was positioned so that the bartender could see into most of the room, but people in the lounge would be blocked from any real view. This helped keep the activities of one room from being a distraction to the activities of the other room. 

As Pam stood looking at the Pool Table, the bartender brought her beer over to her and asked if she would like to sit in the lounge or the game room.

"Well, I would like to sit in the game room. I think I would like to play a game of pool, but I'm not sure what to do," she replied.

The lady barkeep chuckled as she set the beer down on the nearest table. "No problem, Dear," she said. She then started to explain to Pam, in an almost motherly way, where to put the money, where the chalk was and where to cue sticks were. "If you need anything, just call. My name is Mary," she added.

"Thanks, Mary," Pam responded as she took a sip of the beer before headed over to pick out a cue stick. 

Remembering what I had taught her about straight versus crooked cue sticks, Pam carefully inspected each stick, finally settling on one that seemed to be straight, though she really did not have a clue as to what difference it would make. At this point it was just a stick that she was going to try to hit a ball with.

Pam put her dollar in the table and out poured the balls. "Darn, how do you set up the balls?" she asked herself, trying to remember if there were any special rules that she could remember from her childhood. After a bit of debate in her head, she remembered that the black ball went in the middle so, pulling the rack from its resting place, she started putting the balls in the frame.

Over the course of the next hour and a half, Pam managed to knock the balls around the table, occasionally making one go into a hole, though it was almost always a result of blind luck rather than any kind of skill. The room remained empty with the exception of an occasional head from a patron peering in the archway before settling on a seat near to bar. 

Pam had just decided that it was about time to get going home and was working at clearing the table of the balls when she noticed a shadow on the pool table. Glancing to her left as she was bent over aiming at the cue ball, she was startled and stood straight up. There, standing just behind her a few feet stood a man. A big, dark man. 

He stood close to 6'4" tall and had to weigh 250 lbs or more. There was no sign of flab or fat on this guy as he had a very athletic build, even though he appeared to be in his 50's. His dark skin was slightly lighter than the black tee shirt and vest he wore and his short curly hair had signs of graying. A jolt of fear shot through Pam's body and mind as she started to quiver.

"I...I'm sorry, do you want the table?" Pam said, shakily.

"No. I'm just watching," came his reply. His voice was deep and menacing and a stoic look remained on his face.

"I...I'm not very good," Pam offered, unaware that she had taken a step backward and was now leaning up against the pool table. "I'm just practicing." Her body language betrayed her as she was becoming more frightened by the moment and was trying to figure out a way to leave without causing a scene.

"I can see that, little lady," the man responded. As he said the words, a big smile spread across his face, softening his intimidating presence. Extending his hand toward Pam he added, "I'm James Browning. I own this place. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, ma'am, I just came over to watch. Have you played pool before?"

"Just once," Pam offered, sheepishly shaking her head no in the process. "I played with some friends a couple weeks ago and just wanted to practice to try and get better," Pam continued. 

Sitting down at the table where Pam's empty beer bottle sat, James waived over to the bartender, who nodded an acknowledgement and started his direction with a couple of beers in her hands.

"Have a seat," James said, motioning to the empty chair across the table from him. 

Pam glanced at the table and responded, "I really need to get going," still nervous to be in his presence. 

"Aw, come on. I don't bite," James smiled. "Besides, I might be able to help you with your game, if you're interested."

Cautiously Pam moved over to the table and pulled herself up on the chair. While fear still filled her, she was become less scared of the big man and looked into his face with a quizzical look, waiting for him to continue.

The bartender set the beers on the table and gave Pam a comforting smile. "Don't let this big ox scare you, honey. He's really a pussy cat," she joked. 

"Thanks, Mary," James bellowed, starting a deep rolling laugh. "I prefer to think of myself as a Tom cat rather than a Pussy cat, though," he added. 

Mary laughed back and this helped to ease Pam's tension a bit. Nervously she picked up her bottle and took a drink, trying to calm herself.

James went on to offer to give Pam pool lessons a couple times a week, no strings attached. He explained that he viewed it as an opportunity to build a good customer relationship and in the long run she would end up bringing her friends into his establishment, making his business better.

He outlined how he thought he could teach her what she needed to know to be competent at pool in just a few sessions, and then it would be up to her to practice and get better. 

As they sipped their beers, the conversation slowly turned to each other's background, sharing the kind of superficial information one would share when they met someone new. James shared that he used to be a football player and actually spend a few years on a Pro team as a practice team player before deciding to go into business for himself. "A lot less painful, usually," He chuckled.

After about 30 minutes of conversation, Pam glanced at her watch and realized that it was later than she thought. "I really do need to get going," she said, the fear of James now gone. "I'd like to take you up on the Pool lessons, though. When do you want to start?"

They decided on meeting at 2:00 pm on Friday. "It won't get busy in here until about 5:00 pm so we should be able to practice without much interruption," James said. 

With a smile on her face, Pam left the Wild Horse. Her new pool instructor just smiled to himself as she exited the building. "Damn fine looking woman," he chuckled to himself. "Damn fine!"

It seemed to take forever for Friday to roll around. All day Thursday Pam was distracted and found it hard to get any of her housework finished. She pressed through her routine tasks and that evening, seemed to be a bit giddy.

"What's up with you?" I questioned, sensing her excitement.

Pam purposely did not tell me about the pool lessons as she wanted to keep it a surprise until we played again. Her plan was to set me up and try to beat me some evening. (I told you, she can get quite competitive when she wants too.)

"Nothing, I just feel good today, that's all," she responded. With that she came over to me and wrapped her arms around my neck giving me a deep, passionate kiss. Our tongues danced together as I allowed my hands to slide down to rest on her ass. Pulling her pelvis into my crotch, my cock started to come alive. I continued to force her to grind into my hardening erection until she started moving on her own.

Erotically she reached down to the bottom of my shirt, clutched the end and pulled it slowly up and over my head, kissing me on the chest as she did. 

Following her lead, I moved my hands to the bottom of her shirt, pulling it over her head, tossing it to the floor. I then quickly unbuckled her bra, releasing her warm tender breasts and pulling her back into my chest. Once again our lips met and my hands roamed up and down her back, the smoothness of her flesh teasing my senses. The warmth of her breasts pressing into my chest felt incredible as I held my woman in my arms. 

We made our way over to the couch, where I removed her jeans and thong from her body. I love it when she wears a thong as they have a way of sexually stimulating her all day long as the silky fabric rubs back and forth across her clit every time she moves. Her sexual tension was evident by the moisture at her pussy as my fingers parted her lips and started a gentle massage of her clit. 

Pam moaned softly and pushed me back onto the couch, falling on top of me. She then got up on her hands and knees and spun around, somewhat awkwardly, until she had positioned her ass right above my face. She gave a little wiggle as she looked back at me and smiled. With no more warning, she settled her crotch down onto my face as she took my throbbing hard on into her mouth, teasing my cock head with her tongue.

I didn't know what had caused her to be so horny, but I was more than eager to participate and hungrily commenced licking and nibbling at her clit. As my tongue danced about her dripping pussy, her body responded with a gentle swaying of her hips. Back and forth her ass moved, pressing down a bit more as the stimulation progressed. I moved my hands up to her tits and started to massage, squeeze and pull at her lovely mounds. 

This had the desired effect and I could feel her lips clamping down on my cock as she started sucking my dick with determination. The sensation of her warm, moist mouth on my shaft was unbelievable as the pressure in my groin mounted faster than I anticipated. It took her but a few moments before my cock was pulsating and a stream of creaming fluid was jettisoning into her waiting mouth. 

While my hips bucked upward toward her head, I managed to stay concentrated on my task and buried my face deeper into her cunt, sucking her clit into my lips until; she too, was shaking with a pounding orgasm. 

A minute later, she was collapsed on top of me, her right hand softly caressing my right thigh as her head rested on my hip facing my deflated manhood. She was blowing, gently, onto my cock, which actually started to cause a twitching sensation.

Meanwhile, my hands were softly moving between her lovely ass and the small of her back, gently massaging the tender skin. Her round firm ass cheeks framed my face and I alternated kissing one cheek then the next. "Life is so good," I thought to myself as I lay in the aftermath of our love making.

A short time passed and my mind was off in space, absorbed in the pleasure of the moment when I felt Pam's lips tenderly take my cock back into her mouth and start to suck my penis back to hardness. I was amazed that I was able to get hard again so quickly, but within moments, she had me standing at attention. 

Once she had achieved the desired degree of hardness, Pam rose from her position and pivoted around, placing her pussy directly above my cock. Lowering herself onto my shaft, she started fucking my cock, her head tilted back as she stared at the ceiling.

I moved my hands to her breasts, pinching and pulling at her erect nipples. With this, Pam moved her left hand to her clit and started massaging it as she continued to bounce up and down on my erection. Gently moans escaped Pam's lips as my manipulation of her tits and her manipulation of her clit, intensified. 

I felt my orgasm building and knew that soon I would be experiencing my second of the night. Just then, Pam started bucking up and down on my cock, hard. A loud moan of pleasure radiated through the room as Pam's second orgasm hit her with force. Tremors shook through her body and I reached to her sides to steady her as she continued to pound onto my shaft. A moment later, my orgasm hit and I forced my hips upward to meet her thrusts. 

We continued our thrusting in unison for another minute before expending all of our energy. Once again collapsing onto my chest, I held Pam tight as she nuzzled into the crook of my neck. 

We awoke Friday morning, still on the couch and wrapped in each other's arms. 

"Good morning," Pam said, smiling as she gave me a gently kiss.

"Good morning," I said back, giving her a hug as I kissed her back. "That was pretty amazing last night." "Ummm..," was all she said as she lifted herself from me and the couch and walked toward the kitchen where she got a glass of water. 

Without the alarm clock we had slept longer than I should have. I got up, took my shower while Pam fixed me some coffee, and within 30 minutes I was out the door toward work. 

Afternoon finally rolled around and Pam made her way to the Wild Horse for her appointment. It was a bit breezy outside so she chose a pair of low rise jeans to wear, along with a low cut pair of boots with a 3" spike heel. She really liked these jeans because they fit her like a glove, accentuating her tight ass and firm legs. At the same time, the fabric was not as heavy as most denim, so they gave her a greater sense of freedom to move around. She also knew that due to the tight fit and lighter fabric, these jeans rubbed against her pussy in such a way that, coupled with the thong she wore, she would be sexually aroused by the time I came home from work. She was hoping for a repeat of last night.

The top she wore was a tight fitting sleeveless sweater. It was nothing fancy, but the way it hugged her breasts and tummy really pronounced her shapely figure. In all, she was gorgeous and sexy, without showing much skin.

When she entered the lounge, Mary greeted her with a smile and a wave and told her that James was waiting for her in the pool room. Pam gave a nod of acknowledgment and walked on to the pool room.

As she entered through the archway, she saw James sitting at a table with two drinks in front of him. James immediately saw Pam and stood up to welcome her. "Come on over. I got you a drink. One of my specialties. Can't tell you what's in it, but I think you will like it," James said motioning her toward the table.

Pam picked up the glass, gave it a look as if she could figure out what was in it, and then took a sip. "Umm..," she said. "That is good." The drink tasted kind of like ice tea with a hint of lemon, but there was definitely some kind of alcohol in the drink also. She took another taste, and then set the glass on the table.

"Where do we start?" Pam asked, fidgeting slightly as she stood next to the table.

"Have a seat for a few minutes while I tell you what we will be doing," he replied.

Pam crawled up on the tall table chair and fixed her attention on her teacher, sipping on her drink as he began to speak. James spent the next 30 minutes explaining some of the rules of Pool, the different pool games that there were, and the mechanics of the pool shot along with some basic strategy. During that time, Pam had consumed her drink and was working on a second. James smiled inwardly as he watched the attractive housewife suck down her beverages.




First Time Wild Ch. 04



When he was finished with the verbal lesson, James stood and walked over to the pool table, situated just a few feet away. "Come on over and get yourself a cue," he ordered as he placed the cue ball on the table near the end where Pam stood. 

Obediently Pam walked over to the cue stick rack and picked out a stick to use, looking down the shaft and twirling it to check how straight it was. James' eyes followed her across the room, taking special note of her ass. "Damn, that is nice," he said to himself with a slight smile on his face. "This is going to be fun."

After choosing a stick that seemed to be straight, Pam walked over to the pool table and stood next to James awaiting her next instructions. James told her that he wanted her to just hit the cue ball so he could watch her form a few minutes.

Giving an affirmative nod, Pam walked to the table and bent over to strike the ball with the stick. She briefly glanced over at James, as if seeking approval, before hitting the ball. The cue ball rolled anemically down the table, barely hitting the bumper. 

James grinned at Pam and walked over to the cue ball, picked it up and repositioned it in front of Pam again. 

"OK," James said. "We are going to work on your stance first. Set up for your shot again, but just hold your position. Don't hit the ball."

Pam bent over again, setting up to take the imaginary shot. As she did, James walked around, behind Pam and bent over her, placing his left hand next to her left hand and his right hand on the end of the cue stick next to hers. James was such a large man that Pam felt a bit nervous. She could feel his body lightly touching her back and bottom and it sent a slight tingle through her body. Not sensual, but electric none the less. 

James then repositioned the cue stick, explaining what she needed to do to make better contact. Following this instruction, he then moved the stick forward in a slow motion, showing her how the stick should glide freely as she shot. He repeated this motion several times, asking Pam if she could feel the shot. 

Pam nodded in agreement, but what she really felt was that through the process of showing her the shot, James had pressed his crotch up against her ass until she could definitely feel his cock on her left ass cheek. This made her feel self conscious and a bit guilty as, with very few exceptions, she did not allow other men to touch her in any way that would be considered, improper. "He's just teaching me a shot," she kept telling herself. "There is nothing wrong with what he is doing."

After the teaching moment, James removed his hand from the stick and told Pam to hit the ball. He did not move from his position, however, and Pam could still feel his manhood pressing against her. She struck the ball, sending it rolling down the table.

As the ball rolled to a stop, James stood up and started walking toward the end of the table to retrieve the ball. As he did, Pam backed away from the table and found her drink, taking a long draw from the straw until the glass was empty and a slurping sound was made. She needed to regain her nerves and convince herself that nothing inappropriate was going on. 

Hearing the slurping straw, James waved at Mary, who poured another drink and brought it to Pam, who was still standing at the table. 

"We are going to work on your form for a bit," James stated. "We need to get your mechanics down before we try much more." As he spoke, Pam picked up the new drink and took another long draw. Her liquid courage was starting to take effect and she began to relax.

"Take a few shots, trying to get the cue back to bounce off of the far cushion and stop back here on this spot," James said, placing the cue on the dot nearest Pam.

Pam walked over to the table and, trying to remember to let the stick glide smoothly, hit the ball. 

"Again," James said, picking up the ball and replacing it on the spot. 

Pam took several more shots, getting closer to the intended goal each time. Finally James told her to stop and explained that she was holding her body wrong as she set up for her shot. She was arching her back upwards when she needed to arch it downwards more. She was allowing her butt to droop downward, when she needed to lift it up more. She was also keeping her legs too close together, giving her an unstable stance.

"Set up again," James instructed.

Pam stepped up to the table and set up for a shot. "Hold it there," she heard James say. She froze her position.

James then walked over to Pam's left side, placed his right hand on the small of Pam's back, and pressed down lightly. Pam responded by arching her back downward. James then took his right hand and placed it under Pam, resting it on her abdomen, lifting up slightly, repositioning Pam yet again. "There, now lift your ass a bit," he said. Pam complied.

Removing his hand from the small of her back, James then placed it on the inside of her left thigh, pressing lightly to get her to spread her stance a bit. As Pam repositioned her legs, it was as if his hand was on her bare leg. She could feel his fingers pressing against her flesh. His hand was so big that it wrapped from the back of her thigh all the way around to the front edge of her thigh. Pam then became conscious of the fact that this man's hand was just a few inches from her crotch and it made her uncomfortable once again.

Now, repositioned, James told Pam to take a shot, but he did not remove his hands from her thigh or her stomach. Pam stroked the ball, sending it rolling. 

"How did that feel?" James asked. 

"A bit uncomfortable," she replied, knowing that he was talking about the stance, but her response also applied to where he placed his hands. "Get over it," she scolded herself. "He is just teaching me the game," Pam thought, again trying to convince herself that nothing inappropriate was taking place. 

"It is going to feel uncomfortable until you used to it. Let's practice the stance again," James said. "We need to get you to the point that it becomes automatic. You can't be thinking about your set up every time you hit the ball. You have to be able to let it flow naturally."

Pam set up in her stance, trying to remember what James had told her. Again, she took a shot. As James retrieved the ball he told Pam that she was still fighting the stance. He placed the ball on the spot, told Pam to set up and as she did, placed his hands on her back and stomach again. This time, however, his large right hand moved future back to where it was resting at the top of her bottom. She could feel his large thumb pressing against the small of her back, while at the same time his little finger was resting in the crack of her ass. If the fabric of her jeans were any lighter, his finger would be nicely lodged between her cheeks. This made Pam blush slightly.

James big right hand positioned itself slightly higher on Pam's stomach. In fact, it was placed right at the base of her rib cage. She could feel his thumb pressing lightly against the lower, inside of her right breast. Pam tried to concentrate on the shot as she moved the stick, but all she could think of was James' hands. She took the shot, starting the cue ball rolling.

Again, James retrieved the ball and set it back in its place. "We are going to have to work on your stance for a while," James said. Pam nodded and set up again, waiting for James to place his hands. 

Like before, James placed his hands on Pam's back and belly. And, just as before, when he did, he moved his left hand a bit further down her ass and his right hand further up her torso. His Left hand was now firmly on her ass and she could feel every movement of his fingers as he shifted his hand around. Not a caressing action, but a movement as though he was trying to find just the right resting spot for his palm and fingers.

His right hand had moved upward to where his large thumb was now firmly lodged between her breasts and his index finger was along the base of her right tit. "God, he's touching my breast," she thought to herself, trembling inside. 

"Now, focus on your shot. Imagine that you are positioned for the shot. Imagine that you can see the stick glide effortlessly toward the cue ball. Imagine the ball rolling down the table and bouncing off of the bumper. Imagine the ball rolling back to where it started," he instructed. 

Trying hard to concentrate on the shot and James' instructions, Pam pulled back and let the stick glide, striking the ball. The ball rolled down the table, struck the bumper and started rolling back toward her stopping just a few inches from its original starting point. 

Excitedly, Pam jumped up, forgetting James's hands for the moment. "I did it," she squealed. "Well, almost anyway," she added with a smile of glee on her face.

"Good, good," James said. "See what happens when you concentrate on what you are doing?"

With a big grin on her face, Pam walked over and finished her third drink of the afternoon. The alcohol had helped her stay calm while her mind was trying to tell her to be concerned. She could see now that James was not trying to do anything inappropriate. He was just teaching her the game and it was obviously working, she reasoned. Turning back toward the pool table, Pam said, "Let's do that again," and set up for her shot.

She held her position for a moment while James resumed his instructive stance. Placing his left hand back onto her ass, he moved his right hand higher up her body to where he was cupping the bottom part of her right tit. "Take your shot," he ordered, before Pam could even think about his hand placement. Reactively, Pam took the shot. They both watched, without moving, as the ball rolled down the table.

"You have a tendency to sway backwards as you draw the stick back, then lean forward as you take your shot. You need to hold your stance better," James offered. "Let's try that again."

As he placed the ball on the starting mark, Pam took her position, waiting for James to take his. This time, however, he moved his left hand lower on her ass. "I am going to hold you steady so you can't rock backwards," he said. 

Pam could feel his thumb pressing down between her ass cheeks and two of his fingers wrap around between her legs until they were resting directly on her pussy. The feeling was electric as a shiver shot through her groin. She could feel herself becoming aroused, rather than concerned this time. The alcohol had done its job in keeping her calm and relaxed. Again, James moved his hand around trying to get the perfect hold. In the process, he was massaging Pam's, now, engorged clit. 

James placed his right hand firmly on Pam's right tit, taking hold of it as though it were a handle. "This should help me hold you from swaying forward," he added, as though there was nothing out of the norm in his actions. Pam could feel her nipples perk up as he fondled her breast in a mock effort to get just the right grip. "Now, focus on the shot. Focus with everything your mind can muster," he instructed, holding firmly to his sexy student. 

Pam's face started to flush as she could feel her clit start to throb from the gently manipulation from James left hand. "Focus," she told herself. "Just focus on the shot." Pam could feel James increasing his massaging of both her pussy and tit. The sensations were amazing as they shot mini lightning bolts through her body. The combination of the touch and the naughtiness of the action were causing Pam to have feelings that she held only for her husband. "Focus," she scolded herself again. 

Mustering all of the concentration she could, Pam took the shot, this time hitting her target.

Pam was not thinking about the shot any more, however. She was dangerously close to having an orgasm and even though she was inebriated, she did not want to have one at James' hand. Standing upright, Pam gently pushed James away, her face glistening with tiny beads of sweat, and walked over to the table to sit down for a moment. 

"I need to go," Pam finally said. "It is getting late." Her voice trembled as she spoke.

James smiled at her and agreed, knowing that he had the housewife close to where he wanted her, emotionally. "See you on Monday, same time," James said.

Pam just nodded and walked out of the building without saying anything. Once in the car, she sat for a few minutes trying to assimilate what had transpired. Feelings of lustful arousal filled her senses, but at the same time a sense of guilt was present. Again, Pam convinced herself that what had occurred was not wrong and that James probably didn't even know that he had caused her such arousal. In fact, she justified in her mind that he probably didn't even know he was touching her body in spots that were inappropriate as his hands were so big that they just spread further than he had intended. 

Without thinking, Pam's right hand moved to her crotch and started rubbing. Her eyes closed as she tilted her head back against the headrest. She was lost in the desires going through her mind and though a pang of guilt was present, lust was the overriding emotion she was experiencing at that moment. The movement over her pussy increased as Pam applied more pressure with each stroke until she started to shudder. An orgasm rippled through her body causing her to moan softly to herself. 

The orgasm subsided and as it did, Pam suddenly realized where she was. "Oh, god! Did anyone see me?" she fearfully wondered, looking around the parking lot for anyone that may have watched her indecent public display of self gratification.

Quietly Pam started the car and drove home. 

Once home, Pam, still filled with desire, walked into the bathroom and started filling the Jacuzzi tub. She needed to relax. As the water filled the tub, Pam removed her clothes and stood, staring at herself in the mirror. Her nipples were still erect. She reached up with her right hand, touching her left nipple. It was sensitive to the touch.

She then looked lower, to her pubic region. The glisten of moisture was present. Pam moved her hand to her neatly trimmed mound and rubbed. It, too, was sensitive to the touch. 

Soon the tub was filled and Pam slipped into the water, letting the warmth caress her body. She could feel the stress slipping away, but the feelings of guilt continued to pound against her mind, trying to control her thoughts. She would not let the guilt in, reminding herself over and over that nothing inappropriate had occurred. 

Successfully fighting back her feelings, Pam once again moved her hand to her pubic mound and rubbed. It felt good, sending tingles of pleasure through her body. Pam continued the manipulation of her clitoris and with in just a few minutes, a tidal wave of pleasure crashed through her. 

I arrived home at about 5:30 pm. It had been a long day so as I entered my house, I really had just one thing on my mind. I wanted to sit back and unwind. Maybe watch a ball game on TV and have an adult beverage. What met me at the door, however, changed my mind.

As I closed the door behind me and turned to enter the living room, there before me stood Pam. She was completely naked and held a glass of Bourbon in one hand. My eyes got big and a smile filled my face as my beautiful wife stepped toward me.

Pam's empty hand reached up and took hold of my shirt, pulling me toward her for a kiss. Our lips met and out tongues danced together in each other's mouths. After a moment of kissing, Pam pulled her face away from mine and, keeping her grip on my shirt, pulled me to the couch. As I stood next to the couch, Pam let go of the shirt and reached down to unbuckle my belt and pants. Once she had successfully completed that task and my pants lay at my ankles, she pushed me backwards, forcing me to sit on the couch. The whole time I said nothing and did nothing but grin.

Without saying a word, Pam handed me the glass of Bourbon and knelt down in front of me, her eyes fixed on my face. Quickly she fished my cock out through the opening in my boxers and started to stroke it to hardness. "I love you," she said, just before lowering her mouth onto my ridged cock. 

Taking a long swallow of the liquor, I laid my head back against the couch and closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of her moist lips on my member.

Slowly she bobbed her head up and down my erection, letting her tongue slither along the shaft with each motion. Periodically she would stop at the tip and tickle it with her tongue, causing my engorged member to twitch slightly. Once she felt the twitching, she would resume the bobbing motion. The sensations going through my body were a combination of the sexual pleasure I was receiving and an incredible love for this woman. I was in heaven.

As my orgasm neared, my cock started to throb. Pam sensed the throbbing and increased her movement up and down my shaft, bringing me even closer to climax. When she started sucking harder I could hold back no longer (like I was really trying to hold back) and an explosion of cum shot hard into my wife's waiting mouth. Without hesitation, she swallowed my load, sucking and milking my cock for every last drop until my orgasm had subsided. 

When she was done, I took another long drink of my Bourbon, finishing the glass in just the two swallows. Before I could put the glass down, or even say anything, Pam reached up, took the glass from my hand and set it on the floor, then took my hands in hers and pulled me forward. As she did this, she lay down on the floor, pulling me over on top of her. 

I reached out and caught myself with my hands so that I would not crush her. I was now kneeling over her, my hands at her shoulder level and my knees between her legs about her knee level. Wrapping her arms around my neck, Pam pulled herself up to my head, planting a big, wet kiss on my lips.

Lowering herself back down, she looked up at me with a big grin of her own and said, "My turn," before scooting away from me until her pussy was directly below my mouth. I knew instantly what she wanted.

Coyly I lowered my head, but instead of going straight to her womanhood, I brushed my cheek against her thigh. I started kissing her skin as I moved my head closer and closer to her waiting pussy, causing Pam to let out a soft moan of pleasure. Finally I reached the spot she wanted me to focus on and lightly brushed my tongue across her trimmed bush. This brought a small shudder to her body, which I found rather interesting, wondering what had caused my wife to be so aroused.

I was even more surprised when my tongue parted her pussy lips to find that her clitoris was already enlarged to full size. Needing to see with my eyes, I pulled my head back momentarily, confirming that her pussy was already red and her clit already swollen as though it had been used. "Curious," I said to myself. Pam doesn't masturbate. She thinks it is wrong. (You need to know her upbringing to fully understand her feelings toward sex in general.)

Making the mental note, I reengaged her pussy, my tongue now torturing her clit with abandon. I didn't know what she had been doing, but I did know that from her actions and the condition of her cunt, she was fully aroused and ready for some release. As I lowered my head, I saw Pam's hands rise to her breasts, pinching at the nipples and kneading the mounds. She was hot and ready to go.

Methodically, I maneuvered my tongue around her clit, darting into her vagina periodically to increase her pleasure. As I felt her body start to tense up I knew that an orgasm was not too far behind, signally that I needed to increase the pressure from my tongue. I complied, increasing both the speed of my licking and the intensity of my sucking along with the amount of pressure I was able to provide her clit. 

I felt her body tighten up just as her back arched upward. Her hips thrust upward into my face and I felt her body start to shake. Her orgasm hit like a tsunami, covering her from head to toe in pleasure and sensation. Pam's body shook for several minutes without seeming to let up. She was thrashing her head back and forth and moaning loudly now as her hips thrust upward time and time again, in rhythm with my sucking and the orgasmic tremors she was experiencing.




First Time Wild Ch. 04



Desperately I continued my assault on her clit, dropping to my elbows so I could cup her ass with both hands. My jaw was aching but I wanted to make sure she received as much pleasure from my oral offering as she had provided me. 

Pam's convulsions lasted for several more minutes before subsiding and when they did she placed her hands on the sides of my head, pulling me up to her for another kiss. We lay together on the floor for another 30 minutes as we kissed and fondled each other allowing the moment to linger as long as possible. As I started to harden again, I lifted my bride from the floor and carried her into our bedroom to continue the love making into the night. "The hell with work tomorrow," I thought to myself as we entered the bedroom.

All weekend long Pam debated with herself as to whether she was going to go back for another lesson. Continually she had to convince herself that nothing inappropriate had gone on. That James was not taking liberties with her, but rather teaching her the game of pool. By Sunday evening, she had pretty much decided that she would go to the lesson, but if James started touching her in places that made her uncomfortable, she was going to say something to him. 

It was Monday, Noon, and Pam's stomach had been in knots all morning. It was a combination of excitement and fear that filled her senses. She was excited about the lessons and the progress she had made. She was really enjoying the game and looking forward to the surprise on my face when she finally took me out to play pool again. At the same time she was afraid that James' actions were not honorable and that she would be forced to stop the lessons. She was starting too really like James and his strong presence, but she was not about to let another man get in the way of her marriage. 

She could feel herself start to tighten and want to back out of the lesson so she went to the kitchen and opened the liquor cupboard. "A glass of wine is what I need," she said to herself, taking the Merlot from the shelf. She poured herself a glass and started to swallow. "Forget sipping," she chuckled out loud, "I need this." Finishing the glass in just a couple of shallows, she poured another. This time she savored the taste of the wine, sipping it slowly and walked into her bedroom's sitting room to allow the effects of the alcohol to take hold of her nerves.

The day was warm and the sun was out. This helped to calm Pam's nerves a bit, also, as she stared out the window of her bedroom. Soon she was forgetting her concerns and was concentrating on what she would wear to the lesson. 

The warm sunshine made her think of summer, though summer was several weeks away still. "I think I will wear something light," she said to herself, picking out a lightweight blue wrap around skirt. It was not a real short skirt, coming to about an inch above her knees, but it looked nice and casual. Instead of a bra, she wore a camisole with a lightweight, button up, shirt. She slipped on a pair of comfortable sandals with 2 inch heels. Again, nothing too sexy, but as a whole, it was a nice look on her.

Arriving at the Wild Horse, Pam strolled into the pub with determination to resolve her concerns or call an end to the lessons. She did not like this feeling of guilt that kept coming over her. 

She found James in the pool room. Again, there were no other customers in the building and as last time, James had a couple of drinks waiting for them.

"Good afternoon," James greeted her, a big smile on his face.

"Hi," Pam said, moving up to the table where James sat.

"Have a seat. We need to discuss the last session and what you learned," he said, motioning to her to take a seat.

Pam pulled herself up onto the tall chair and without thinking, took one of the drinks and took a big draw through the straw. 

"Ok, tell me what we learned Friday," James said. "Start with the rules of the game."

Pam recited the rules he had taught her, remembering everything better than James had expected. 

"Very good," James responded, bringing a smile to Pam's face. This bit of encouragement made Pam feel good and she took another drink through her straw.

"Now, tell me about the mechanics of striking the ball," James continued. As he spoke, James signaled Mary to bring over another drink for Pam, who had now finished her glass.

Again, Pam recited the basics of pool to James, bringing another word of affirmation.

"Tell me about setting up for a shot and how you are to position yourself," James said.

This caused Pam a bit of discomfort as it was this part that brought her the feelings of both guilt and arousal. She managed to focus on the question, however and explained to James the set up and stance to his satisfaction.

"Now tell me what part of the last lesson made you the most uncomfortable," James prodded.

The alcohol was taking effect and Pam's inhibitions were dissipating. "I guess...," she started, "that the most uncomfortable part was when you were showing me the stance." 

"What part?" James pushed, wanting to know if the housewife had the courage to address his fondling of her. "Was it the awkward feel of the stance?"

"Well, yes," she said, hesitantly, "but mostly it was the way you touched me. You were putting...your hand's...well, on my private areas and it made me really uncomfortable." Pam's face flushed red as she spoke. She could hardly believe that she had actually said it.

James got a big smile and chuckled. "Good," he said. "I was starting to wonder about you. Here I was openly groping you and you didn't do anything about it." His admission hit Pam like a hammer. He was touching her inappropriately and he even knew it. She started to get mad but before she could say anything he continued.

"I could tell you were a pretty proper type of person so I did things that I would not have ordinarily have done. You see, as a Pro Football player, I was taught to block out all of my distractions and focus on achieving my goal. My coaches would work with me to find out my weakness and then they would hit me with all kinds of things to attack my weakness. This would go on until I was over it, or, at least, could ignore the distraction.

They say that in golf, there is a player that has his coach follow him around the course yelling at him, making movements as he is trying to swing, even kicking his ball behind bushes and trees to frustrate him. He does that so that the distractions become normal and are no longer a distraction. Trainers will do the same thing with show horses and dogs so that they will do what they are supposed to, when they are supposed to.

That is why, when I determined that you were pretty conservative, I chose to touch you in ways that made you uncomfortable. I figure if you can block that out of your mind, you will be able to block anything out."

Pam sat in silence as James explained his actions. For some odd reason, it all made sense to Pam. Whether it was the alcohol or just the relief of knowing that she was not imagining things, as flawed as the explanation was, it was making sense to her. It was as if the rules to the game had been revealed and she understood the objective. In that brief 10 minute talk, Pam's whole attitude toward the lesson's changed.

"If that is what it is going to take to master this game, then bring it on," she said to herself. A new resolve filled her mind and a smile filled her face.

James watched and waited to see what Pam's response was going to be. He half expected her to get mad and leave right then and there, but she didn't. Instead she took a long drink from the glass and stood up from her chair.

Her inebriation almost caused her to fall forward, but James reached out and took hold of her arm to steady her. Pam turned toward James, smiled, and then said, "Well, let's get started then." A big smile filled James' face as he rose from his chair.

"Where do we start?" Pam asked as she was picking out her cue stick.

"Let's practice your stance a few times to make sure you haven't forgotten anything. After that I want to teach you some more difficult shots." James said.

"Now that I know your plan, you're not going to distract me, you know," Pam replied.

"Good," James responded. "I want you to focus on your shot, no matter what." Inside James was nearly giddy. He could not believe how gullible this woman was. He was really going to push her to the limit today. 

James set the cue ball on the table and told Pam to take her stance. She moved into position and as she did, James stepped up beside her. Pam glanced up at James and smiled before focusing on the ball to take her shot. When Pam started to aim, James placed his left hand firmly on her ass, low enough that his fingers covered her pussy. His right hand moved to her left tit, instantly noting that there was no bra to obstruct in touch. "Nice!" he thought to himself. 

Without reservation, James started to rub Pam's pussy through the light fabric of her skirt and fondle her tit, focusing on the hardening nipple in his palm. "Focus," Pam told herself as she tried to concentrate and block out the bid man's manipulations. With a smooth stroke, the shot was away and the cue ball rolled true.

"Good," James commended, retrieving the ball and replacing it where it started. "Again."

This time, however, James moved his hand down the back of Pam's leg, placing it firmly above the knee before sliding it upward. His hand went under the skirt and soon had come in contact with the bare skin of her ass. Since Pam had worn a thong, there was nothing between his hand and her flesh and all that was keeping his fingers from entering her pussy was the thin fabric of her thong. James could feel the hairs of her bush and started to rub. 

Her thong was damp with her pussy juices as the earlier manipulations had started her arousal. James continued to rub back and forth through the fabric, sensing the affect he was having on the pretty housewife. He could feel the nub of her clit as it started to engorge and directed his actions to the nub.

Electricity shot through Pam's body as her clit responded to the touch. "Focus," she told herself. "Stay focused."

Moving his right hand to Pam's tit again, James unbuttoned a couple of buttons on her shirt and slid his hand inside. Only the fabric of the camisole guarded against direct contact with his fingers.. Finding her hardened nipple, he pinched it gently. 

Pam's senses were on fire as she tried to block out the stimulation. Closing her eyes, she tried to visualize the shot she was to take. All she could do was visualize the manipulations that were bombarding her body. "Focus," she screamed in her mind. She drew back the cue and let the ball roll. 

As the ball rolled away, Pam remained motionless as James continued to fondle her breast and pussy. She could feel an orgasm mounting and she desperately wanted to feel both the pleasure and relief, but she also knew that she needed to stay focused on the game. Slowly she rose from her position. As she did, James retracted his hands, ending the assault to her senses. The cue ball rolled back toward her and stopped just a couple of inches from its starting point. 

Her face was flushed and she was filled with the excitement of the manipulations as well as the accomplishment of the shot. She turned and gave James a big hug. "I did it," she stated proudly. All sense of impropriety had left her conscience now. The lessons had taken on a new challenge to her. Staying focused, no matter what. 

Smiling at Pam as he gave her an exaggerated applause, James congratulated her on the shot and motioned to her to try again. Pam obliged and set up, once again, for a shot.

Encouraged by Pam's lack of resistance, James became more brazen and when Pam bent over to take aim, he reached up under her skirt, hooked his fingers around the waistband of the thong and pulled them down her legs. 

When he did this, Pam's head spun around. She had a look of surprise and a frown on her face. "I knew that would get you," James said with a smile, trying to cover the deviant action. A look of resolve went across Pam's face as she turned back around to aim once again. In the process she kicked the thong from her feet.

As soon as she had bent over, James moved his big left hand to Pam's exposed pussy, pushing a finger deep into her cunt. 

"Oh Shit!" Pam said, loud enough for James to hear. "What are you doing to me?" she asked meekly, overwhelmed by the arousal and emotions that were flooding through her. She was dripping wet from the manipulations but was resolved to hold still and stay focused. 

James just let out a deep, low chuckle as he inserting a second finger and started to saw in and out of her hole. "Fuck," James said to himself. "This is almost too easy." Again he chuckled.

Without realizing it, Pam started to rock back and forth on his fingers, fucking herself with his hand. She was nearing the point of no return and she no longer cared. Wantonly she moved her hips to meet the thrusts of his fingers. Completely distracted now, she let loose with a feeble shot and dropped the pool stick on the table. Bracing herself for what was about to come, she placed her hands flat on the pool table for support. "I have to stop this," she was telling herself, but her body was going on autopilot. 

Without warning, James stopped the thrusting and removed his fingers from her cunt. A deep sigh left Pam's mouth as she didn't know if she was relieved, or not. The sexual tension was nearly unbearable. As James walked around the table to retrieve the ball, a smile on his face, Pam stood up and tried to regain control of her senses.

James took his time retrieving the ball. He wanted this woman really horny before the day was over. "Got you that time," he said with a chuckle. Pam just nodded her head and looked toward the floor. Her mind was racing. "Was this still part of the practice or have we crossed a line?" she was asking herself. "Do I leave now, before it goes further? If I do, does that mean he was able to get the best of me?" 

James set the cue ball back in its starting spot and looked at Pam. Without a word, Pam bent over to set up for her shot. 

"Wait," James said, reaching out and taking hold of Pam's left arm with his hand. As she stood back up, he pulled her around to look at him. "Take this off," he added, unbuttoning the rest of the buttons on her shirt. Pam looked down at his hands as the nimbly unbuttoned the remaining 3 buttons on her shirt. She then looked up into his face and slid the shirt off of her shoulders.

Though still covered, Pam felt exposed. Her nipples were rock hard and poking through the fabric of the camisole like to little bolts. Perspiration started to form on her forehead as she anticipated what was to come next. 

James hands then moved to her breasts, cupping one in each hand. He tenderly squeezed each several times before pinching her nipples between his thumb and large forefinger, causing Pam to gasp quietly at the rush of pleasure. "Set up your shot," James finally spoke. 

Pam obeyed and turned toward the pool table. Her senses were on overload as she tried to reconcile things in her mind. "Focus on the shot," she kept telling herself, as though it made everything else all right. "Just focus on the shot. He is just trying to distract you," she said, over and over in her mind. He twisted justification calmed her mind and she prepared for the next shot.

Pam bent over the table, widening her stance and taking aim. She held her position perfectly still, waiting for James. She knew James would be touching her shortly. She tried to block out the coming assault on her senses and started to focus on the white ball in front of her.

Her body shivered as his big black hand moved up her leg and to her ass once again. She didn't even flinch, though, when he shoved 2 fingers into her pounding cunt. His big right hand was openly massaging her tits through the camisole and Pam could feel she was nearing an orgasm.

Pam felt James' big thumb moved to her ass opening and start to massage it as he continued the movement of his fingers in her cunt. She never let her husband even touch her asshole, as it was a dirty, nasty thing to do. But, as James massaged the opening, it seemed somewhat different this time. It was still nasty, but at the same time, pleasurable. 

A loud gasp left Pam's lips as James pushed hard with his thumb, inserting it into her hole up to the knuckle. "Uugghh...ouch," Pam moaned. "Please don't do that. It hurts," she begged. 

Pain ripped through Pam as her ass hole was violated for the first time in her life. A sensation of being torn apart rushed through her and she tried to pull away from the intruder, but to no avail. James held tight, pumping his hands into her pussy with more vigor than before.

The pain in her ass started to subside as the intensity of her orgasm continued to increase. Involuntarily, Pam found herself rocking back onto James's hand, harder and harder. Each time she rocked backward, his enormous thumb penetrated her ass deeper and deeper. By now, it was embedded up to James' palm, as deep as it could go. Oddly, this seemed to intensify Pam's arousal and she started moaning softly.

James could sense it also and started sawing in and out of Pam's pussy faster and harder. One hand pawed at her tits while the other assaulted her cunt. All the while, Pam held still as though this was part of the pool lesson enduring the torture. Within moments, Pam's body tensed and started shaking as a tremendous orgasm ripped through her. Trying to steady herself through the ordeal, she dropped the pool stick on the table and placed her hands flat on the surface.

As her body shook, James' hand increased the tempo, keeping her at an orgasmic peak for several minutes. Finally Pam's orgasm came to an end and James' hands ceased their attack. Before Pam could regain her senses, however, James moved in behind Pam and lifted her skirt over her hips, exposing her ass to the room. Pam didn't notice that James had unzipped his pants.

Just as he was about to plunge his cock into her waiting pussy, a loud noise and laughter came from the lounge. Several guys were coming into the lounge and were already boisterous. James looked up at the clock on the wall and saw that it was already 5:00 pm. "Damn!" he said to himself, pulling away and tucking his cock back into their confines.

James pulled Pam's skirt back down her ass and helped her stand up. Then, without fanfare or emotion, he told her to meet him on Wednesday for the next lesson. 

Giving James a meek smile, Pam nodded and started across the room toward the door. 

As she crossed the lounge, she noticed the 6 guys that had come in the building, disrupting the pool lesson. She wasn't sure if she should be grateful or disappointed, but when one of the guys let out a soft whistle, she beamed inside, smiling their way as she exited the building. 

Back in her car, Pam looked around the parking lot quickly before moving her hand to her, still throbbing pussy. She could feel the tender clit, swollen from the attack. It was still erect and wanting more. Thoughts of the pleasure she had just received cascaded through her mind as she started rubbing her nub. It took just a moment before she was convulsing on the seat of her car. She did not care if anyone was watching now. The pleasure was too great. 

When her second orgasm had come to an end, Pam started her car and pulled away from the Wild Horse. Her ass still burned from the intrusion, but there was a satisfying feel about it. 

The hours crawled by for Pam as she thought about the next lesson on Wednesday. Mentally she prepared herself for more attacks on her body. She continued to justify what was happening as nothing more than mental conditioning. Teaching her to focus on the goal and not get distracted by her surroundings. As odd as it sounded, even to her, she was able to reconcile what had taken place and was actually taking the abuse as a challenge to be overcome. "He is not going to beat me," she kept telling herself.




First Time Wild Ch. 04



Wednesday came at last and Pam prepared for her pool lesson. "What to wear?" she asked herself as she sorted through her closet.

The memory of the last lesson and the whistle from the guy as she left the building flashed in her mind. She was oddly pleased that someone still found her attractive, even at her age. It made her feel sexy and alive. She had no desire for another man, but it was fun to be desired by other men. 

Hoping that there would be someone at the bar when her lesson ended, she selected a shorter skirt this time, and a form fitting top. "Maybe I can get another whistle," She chuckled to herself, almost amazed that she would even think about something like this. She hated being looked at as a piece of meat, but this was different, somehow. She finished her ensemble with a pair of 3" heels.

Pam pulled the skirt up her long, shapely legs and positioned it on her hips. It was one of her shorter skirts, coming to about mid-thigh on her. The black thong she wore underneath fit tight and caressed her pussy as she moved. She really enjoyed wearing thongs for that reason.

She started to put her bra on then hesitated. She thought about the last lesson and decided that she was going to try to distract James a bit. Tossing the bra back onto her dresser, she pulled the top over her head and down her body. 

Looking at herself in the mirror, she gave herself a nod of approval and headed for the door. She had never left her house dressed like this without her husband so a bit of excitement and trepidation filled her mind. Resolved, however, she proceeded to the Wild Horse Saloon.

James got a great big smile on his face when Pam walked into the Pool Room. He really did not expect her to show after the last session. He knew he had pushed the prudish homemaker farther than he should have, but if all went the way he planned, he would be pushing her even further today. 

"You look great," James complemented. As Pam walked toward him, he opened his arms wide for a hug. 

Smiling, Pam stepped into his arms and gave him a gently hug while his huge arms wrapped around her body, drawing her in tight to his chest. He was a big man and Pam realized the immenseness of his form as he enveloped her. James' hands moved from the middle of her back to her ass, checking out and finding that she was not wearing a bra. "Damn this is too good," he thought.

"Ready to start?" he asked Pam.

"Are you?" she questioned back. 

Smiling, James offered her a drink and started to explain that he was going to push her a bit farther in this lesson, though he would not tell her his plan. "When we are done today, you are going to know if you can concentrate through anything or not," he said. 

Pam wasn't sure how to take that last remark, but she sucked down her drink and turned toward the pool table to get started. 

For the next 30 minutes, James went through the routine of quizzing her on what she had learned to that point and working through her shot set up. His hands remained on the outside of her clothing, though he did let them roam to her ass and tits on a frequent basis. As she took the shots, she was able to focus and make a majority of them. 

This caused Pam to feel a sense of accomplishment and security in what was going on, reasoning that the past lessons were actually paying off. She was not intimidated as James touched her and she was able to make the shots without distraction. The alcohol had obviously clouded her judgment into thinking that his touching was normal and benign.

After her second drink was consumed, James started to become more aggressive in his plan, but due to the conditioning of the last lesson, Pam did not even flinch when he reached up under her skirt and pulled her thong down her legs. In fact, she stepped out of the garment without instruction as it reached her ankles.

Resuming where he had left off with the last lesson, James slowly inserted 2 large fingers into Pam's pussy. She was not as moist this time, however, as she truly had convinced herself that there was nothing erotic about his actions. As he started to rub his large fingers back and forth across her clit, however, her body betrayed her and her juices started to form.

James pushed in and out of her pussy for a moment before Pam set the cue ball rolling down the table. They both watched the ball roll, but neither of them moved from their position, James fingers still thrusting into her hole. 

Pam was starting to feel the arousal build, but continued to try to push it from her mind. "He is not going to beat me today," she kept telling herself.

When the ball came to a rest, James removed his hand and retrieved the ball, setting it up for her next shot. As before, Pam bent over the table and took her position, waiting for her instructor to situate himself.

Pam felt a tingle shoot through her body as he placed his big thumb on the opening of her ass. She knew what was coming and had even prepared a bit this time, putting a bit, ok, a lot of KY jelly in her ass before she came to the Wild Horse. She wanted to try to prevent the burning feeling if possible. As wrong as it was, she was anticipating the violation of her ass again.

James instantly noticed the lubrication at her ass opening as his thumb massaged over the hole. "Damn. Maybe I am underestimating this bitch," he thought, pushing the end of his thumb in the waiting hole. 

Pam moaned softly as his thumb entered her ass. There was a bit of pressure, but the burning sensation did not come like the last time. The jelly was working.

James started to saw his fingers in and out of her pussy, causing Pam's arousal to heighten. Her pussy juices were flowing freely now and James could feel the moisture mounting on his hand. The pleasurable sensations her cunt was receiving distracted Pam so much, that she did not even notice that James had moved his right hand up and under her shirt to her tits. 

When he started to knead and pull at the tender breasts, a shockwave of excitement coursed through her body. 

Quickly Pam was going form a woman in control, to a woman filled with desire for sexual satisfaction. She fought in her mind to remain calm and focused on the game, but the manipulations were great and her body seemed to be responding without concern. 

Pounding harder now, the big hand pushed in and out of the gaping pussy. Pam was rocking back and forth on the hand, again fucking it as she did a few days earlier. In and out it pounded, the sexual tension mounting greater and greater with each thrust.

Pam had forgotten about the cue ball setting just in front of her face. Instead, she was concentrating on holding her position, sort of, as James continued the assault on her pussy, ass and tits. She knew she was not going to be able to last much longer as her body started to tighten in anticipation of the ensuing orgasm.

Pam's mind went blank as the orgasm crashed through her soul. The pleasure she was experiencing was indescribable and all she could think of was getting more. Her body bucked against James' hands as they continued to manipulate her erogenous regions. Minute after minute passed with the orgasm continuing to control her body. 

As the orgasm peaked and started to subside, Pam stood upright, dropping the pool stick on the table and leaning back into James' mighty chest. James' big arms wrapped around her as he held her tight for a moment, letting her body revive from its exertion. 

Before Pam could regain her senses, however, two big hands reached down and taking hold of the bottom of her shirt, lifted upward. Pam didn't respond, even after she realized she was now bare breasted, in an open room, exposed to anyone that might walk in. She was too far gone in her lust to care.

A big hand placed itself on Pam's back and pushed her forward, once again bending her over the table. She did not even notice that James had removed his erect cock from his pants and was positioning himself for entry into her abused cunt.

The big hands then found the zipper of the short skirt and slid it down ward, releasing the last bit of clothing Pam was wearing. As if in a dream, Pam stood motionless as she was completely undressed. She could feel the cool breeze of the ceiling fan as it danced across her naked body. Her nipples stood erect and firm. Her bottom tingled with anticipation. She was as horny as she had ever been in her life and she was lost in the moment.

Suddenly, as though a light bulb had been turned on in a dark room, Pam was aware of her surroundings. She was aware of her nakedness and her lustful thoughts. A combination of fear and guilt started to take control. She now realized that this was no longer a pool lesson. 

She felt James' large cock press up against the opening of her cunt. "No! Don't do this," she screamed in her mind. "You can't do this." But still, Pam did not move.

Pushing forward, James drove his mammoth cock into her dripping pussy. Pam Gasped at the feeling. He was so large. It felt like a baseball bat being driven up into her. Her clitoris came alive as James started to stroke in and out of her hole. Reaching forward, James grabbed a tit in each hand and used them as handles as he pulled Pam back on to his cock each time he drove forward. Pound, Pound, Pound was the rhythmic sensation Pam was feeling as this large man took advantage of her.

Her breasts ached from the abuse they were receiving from James. He was no longer gentle, but was squeezing and pulling at her without regard to her pleasure or pain. 

His cock, a full 11" long, was penetrating Pam as nothing before had. She was filled with mixed feelings of pleasure and pain. Brutally James pumped his shaft in and out of the housewife, driving further with each thrust until he finally bottomed out in her womb.

She did not want it, but she could feel herself nearing another orgasm. It was different than the first. She wasn't sure how, but it was definitely different. When her body started bucking against James cock and started convulsing on his shaft, Pam lost all contact with what was going on around her and was completely enveloped in the immense flood of pleasure that was cascading through her body and soul. 

Never before had she felt such complete release of sexual stimulation. It was as if the moment were not even real. Wave after wave of electricity shot though her body. She lost all track of time and all sense of direction. 

At last, the sensations started to subside. When they did, Pam became aware, again, that James was pounding his cock into her pussy. As this awareness came, James pulled out, but only long enough to reposition is cock on Pam's virgin ass hole. James plunged into her tight ass with a forceful thrust.

"Aaauuggghhh," Pam groaned. Never before had she felt such pain. It felt as though she were being split in two. Her ass muscles clamped down hard on the invader, but to no avail. Searing pain shot through Pam's ass as James started sawing his cock into her, once again. 

Tears filled Pam's eyes and she was opening sobbing now. James paid no attention, however. He was lost in his own world now. Pam's tight ass felt incredible on his huge cock. He had never had anything this tight before. He knew he had taken her virgin ass and was proud of the fact. Harder he pounded into her. Harder he pulled at her tits. Harder he drove into the ass, until his whole shaft was engulfed. 

Pam felt like she was about to pass out from the pain when she felt James cock start to throb. His pumping became faster and faster as he neared his orgasm. Finally, Pam felt the hot, sticky goo shoot deep into her bowels and the large cock ram itself into her and hold steady, impaling her on the shaft. 

James held her ass tight against his groin until all of his cum had been deposited. 

As he pulled his cock free of her ass, there was an audible "Pop" sound and Pam fell forward onto the table, spent and sore. Tears continued to flow from her eyes. 

Stuffing his drained cock back into his pants, James reached over and pulled Pam up from the table, making her to stand before him, still naked. He then reached down and picked her clothes up from the floor handing them to her. 

Pam just stared straight ahead, not sure what to think or do and as James handed her the garments he had removed. She took them in her hand and turned to leave. "You should put those back on," James said with a smile. "You might cause a commotion." Pam nodded, unable to speak and started to dress.

"See you on Friday for the next lesson," James said as Pam started for the door. Pam just nodded her head, not looking up from the floor, as she left the building.

Once in her car, Pam's head sank. Her mind was reeling with thoughts and emotions. She could not deny either the pleasure or the violation that had just occurred. "What am I going to do? What am I going to tell my husband?" she asked herself aloud. "Or, do I tell him anything?" she wondered. 

Pam started her car and drove home.



First Time Wild Ch. 05



Pam trembled as she sat at the kitchen table, nursing her cup of coffee. It was Friday morning and her next Pool lesson was scheduled for 2:00 pm.

Floods of emotions were going through her mind. One moment she hated James for what he had done to her. The next moment she was filled with guilt, believing that she had encouraged the actions and somehow, deserved what she had gotten. This was followed by the longing of his touch and the connection that they had, which then lead to another round of hatred, then guilt and then longing. 

Each passing moment brought a new struggle to her soul and with each cycle of reasoning, she became more and more convinced that she had, in some way, caused the lesson to get out of hand.

"What is wrong with me?" Pam questioned. "What am I thinking? Did he rape me? Did I push him too far to try to distract me? Did I enjoy it? What is wrong with me and what am I going to do?"

The battle raged in her mind all morning. Finally she came to the conclusion that it was her fault that things had gotten out of hand. "If only she would have responded differently to his touch. If only she would have remained focused better on the pool game and not allowed herself to feel the pleasure of his touch. If only...if only," she told herself, her head shaking slowly. 

Bourbon eventually replaced the cup of coffee, as Pam sat at the table, trying to get a handle on what she was going to do. The debate continued as to whether she would go to the Wild Horse, or if she would stay home and try to pretend that Wednesday never happened. 

One Bourbon became two and soon the noon hour finally arrived. The moment of truth had come. It was time for a decision and Pam got up from the kitchen table and walked slowly to her bedroom to get ready for her pool lesson. "I have to confront him on this," She told herself. "I have to let him know this can't happen again." Pam shivered at the thought of confronting James, knowing in her mind that he merely reacted to her encouragements.

Hot water streamed down her neck and back as Pam stood in the shower, not really bathing, but trying to relax. The whiskey was taking effect and she could feel herself calm slightly as she thought about what she was going to say when she saw James. 

In her mind she was going to stand toe to toe with the big man, letting him know, in no uncertain terms, that he was never to use her that way again. That he had crossed the line and if he valued her friendship, he would not let this happen again.

She became bolder and bolder as the false courage filled her. Stepping from the shower she was suddenly excited about the confrontation. She was ready and she was in control. As she toweled herself dry, she kept telling herself that she was able stand up to James and everything would go back to the way they were. The way they were when he was teaching her the game of pool. The way they were when he taught her how to focus and not let the distractions keep her from attaining her goal. 

Opening the closet door, she peered at her clothes, trying to determine what she would wear. Since she had surmised that she had been the cause of the last indiscretion, she decided to wear a pair of denim jeans and a sweater. There would be no mistaking her intentions this time. Pam slipped on a pair of tennis shoes to complete the wardrobe and headed for the front door.

As she walked past the kitchen toward the front door, she made a detour into the kitchen for one final shot of Bourbon. 

A few minutes later, Pam arrived at the parking lot of the Wild Horse. As usual, there were only 2 cars in the parking lot. One of them was Mary's. The other was James'. Stepping out of her car, Pam could feel her legs start to shake and her heart start to beat faster. "Stay calm," she told herself once again.

Striding into the bar as if on a mission Pam, walking upright and tall, crossed the lounge floor to the darkened pool room. Mary, the bartender, poured Pam a drink and followed her into the room.

As she entered the pool room, Pam saw James sitting at one of the tall tables, a half filled glass near his hand. Instantly she halted, her confidence starting to leave quickly. 

Mary caught up to her about that time and as Pam turned to acknowledge her, Mary handed the drink to Pam. 

"Thanks. I think I need this," Pam said, taking a long draw through the straw. Mary just smiled and turned around, exiting the way she came in.

James looked up with a face that said he did not expect the pretty housewife to show up today. "Well, well," he said. "Wasn't sure you would be here today."

Shimmers coursed through Pam's body as she struggled to remain calm. She took another long drink from her glass before walking up to James. As she looked him in the eyes, her heart sank. She could not say anything. All of the planning and rehearsing was gone. Her mind was blank of words and she stood before the big man as though she were a child awaiting a reprimand.

"Ready for another lesson, little lady?" James asked with a smile. 

Pam just stood there before him, motionless, unable to speak. 

"Is that a yes?" James asked, tilting his head to the side slightly as he peered into her eyes. He could see tears building up in her eyes as he held his gaze.

Slowly Pam started to move her head up and down in an affirmative motion. She was suddenly filled with fear as she had lost all of her courage.

"Good, good. Let's start with you telling me what you learned the other day," James started.

Pam remained silent. Inside, however, she was screaming at herself to respond. 

"Come now, tell me what you learned," he encouraged. Still no response.

"Fine, then let me tell you what you learned. First, you have a long way to go before you are ready to compete at a high level, but you are getting better at ignoring outside distractions and before long you should be able to take anything I throw at you." 

Pam's mind started reeling as she tried to focus on his assessment. "Was he talking about the game or the sex?"

"Second, if you want to get better, you must do exactly what I tell you to do, without hesitation or question." 

Again, Pam's mind struggled to grasp what he was saying. Was there a sexual overtone, or was she just imagining it?

"Third, you need to relax and enjoy it more so that it becomes natural for you." James stated. "Now, go get a stick and let's see what you can do."

Slowly Pam turned and walked over to the rack holding the cue sticks. Reaching out, she took the stick she had been using for the past several lessons and pulled it toward her. She then pointed the stick outward, peering down the long shaft and rotating it in her hands to verify it was straight. The whole time she was telling herself "Think about pool. Keep your focus and concentrate on pool."

James placed the while cue ball on the table and instructed Pam to hit the ball as she approached the end of the table. Pam did as instructed and bent over to take aim. As she did, she hesitated momentarily, waiting for James to take his normal position beside her. James did not move. Instead, he just gave Pam a questioning look, insinuating she should take her shot. Pam slid the stick forward in a smooth motion, striking the ball squarely. 

"Good," was all James said as he retrieved the cue ball and placed it back on the table in front of Pam. 

Again, Pam took her stance and aimed, hesitating for James to come and place his hands on her body. Again, James stayed put, letting Pam take a shot uninhibited. 

Twenty minutes went by with Pam taking shot after shot, and James maintaining his distance. "What is he doing?" she asked herself. "What is going on? Why isn't he touching me? I mean, I don't want him to touch me, but why isn't he?" 

Another thirty minutes passed as James explained bank shots and combination shots, having Pam practice them over and over while he set up the balls in position.

Pam's mind was starting to wander as she now was focused on why James was not touching her, rather than hoping he would not. "Do I smell?" she wondered. "Did I offend him? What is going on?"

At 3:30 pm, Pam started to set up for another shot when James announced that he needed to get going. He had another appointment to keep. 

Not once, did James touch her today, and she was starting to get upset about it. "How stupid is this?" she asked herself. "He acts like a perfect gentleman and I'm getting upset. This is stupid."

As James left the room, Pam sat in a chair at the tall table, contemplating what had just transpired. For the first time since the lessons started, James did not touch her, even once. It felt strange, almost wrong, though she knew that it was as it was supposed to be. Finishing her drink, she made her way to her car and quietly drove home. That evening when I arrived home, I was met at the door by my wife, completely naked. I could see she had been crying, even though she had a big smile on her face when I walked in the house. I didn't even have a chance to ask her what was up before she wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a great big kiss.

Our lips met and her tongue dove into my mouth, wrapping itself around my tongue. Her breasts pressed into my chest and I could feel her body shaking slightly. My arms wrapped around her body and I allowed my hands to drop to her firm, smooth ass, cupping a cheek in each hand and squeezing before reaching down and picking Pam up off of the ground as a bridegroom lifting a bride to cross the threshold. 

As our lips parted momentarily, I started to ask her what was wrong. I could sense that something was amiss, though she was doing a fantastic job of distracting my mind with the beauty of her naked form and the tenderness of her touch and kiss. She just shook her head "No" and kissed me again.

Carrying her into the bedroom, I set her gently onto the bed and started to stand to remove my clothes. As I unbuttoned my shirt, I felt the buckle on my belt loosen, then my pants, followed by the sound of the zipper being pulled down. Soon I was standing in just my shorts, which Pam hastily removed also.

When I lay on the bed, Pam pushed me over on my back and spun around to place her head at my crotch and her knees on either side of my head. Then, with tenderness and care, she took my stiffing cock into her hands and started to stroke it gently. 

In response, I reached up and started to gently massage Pam's round and firm ass cheeks with the palms of my hands, kneading them like dough. This caused a slight moan to escape Pam's lips just before she lowered her mouth over the head of my shaft. The sensation was intense and caused a moan of my own. Again I responded to her lead by raising my head to her waiting pussy, allowing my tongue to dart in and out from between her clean shaven lips. 

I quickly found her little nub and started to lick and suck on it, gently, but deliberately. Soon her hips were rotating in motion with by tongue's gyrations.

Meanwhile, Pam was providing me with an equal amount of pleasure. Slowly and methodically her head bobbed up and down on my shaft, taking me in more and more each time. I could feel her tongue tickling its way down the shaft each time she took me in. Deeper and deeper she drew me into her mouth until I could feel that she was swallowing me down her throat. Rarely did Pam do this as it made her gag, but this time, she took me in willingly. The tension was incredible as I felt her throat muscles constrict around my cock. 

I tried to hold back, but her manipulations were too great and soon I felt my cock throb, then explode with cum. Hungrily Pam drank down the cum, sucking me dry before releasing my cock from her lips. 

As I came down from my orgasm, I returned to my oral pleasuring of her clit, resuming my focus on her needs. Greedily I lapped at her pussy, allowing my tongue to dart in and out of her hole, teasing the clit with abandon. I felt her body tense, then start to shake as her orgasm hit with a mighty force. My jaws started to ache as Pam bucked her hips into my face, harder and harder as the orgasm lingered. Resolved to see this to completion, I ignored the pain and pressed harder against her clit until her whole body went limp and fell with all her weight, upon me. I lay on my back on the bed, staring at the ceiling and thinking about the fantastic love making session when just had when I felt Pam kissing my leg and massaging my cock once again. She continued this for a couple of minutes, then took my member back into her mouth and caressed it back to hardness. 

I started to return the favor when Pam stopped me by reaching back and placing her hand between her pussy and my mouth. Quizzically I glanced up at her and as I did, she pulled her head from my groin and straddled my lap, with her back to me. 

"This should be interesting," I thought to myself, expecting her to slide me into her pussy and ride me backwards. But, boy was I in for a surprise as Pam grabbed my cock in one hand and guided it toward her ass hole. Never before had she allowed me to enter her ass hole with anything but a finger. "It hurts too much," she would say.

But now, here she was lining up her ass with my cock, preparing to impale herself on my shaft. Gingerly she pressed downward, forcing my head into the hole. A moan, not necessarily of pleasure, escaped Pam's lips, but she did not pull back. Instead, she held her position for a moment, then forced herself down further on my shaft, driving another 2 inches into her hole. Pam let out an audible grunt with that one.

Again, Pam held steady for a moment then started to pull upward. I thought she was going to pull clear off my cock, but instead, she sat down hard, once again, forcing my cock even deeper into her bowels. Another moan came from her lips, deep and guttural in nature. I could tell it hurt, but she was obviously determined to do this. 

Pulling up to where just my cock head was still in her ass, she again drove her ass downward onto my shaft, this time bottoming out on my lap. I was completely inside of her ass for the first time in all the years we were married and the sensation was beyond description. I did not know a cock could endure such a tight grip as her ass muscles were giving my cock, but not only did it endure, it craved the sensation. 

Pam started bouncing up and down on my pole and I could tell her fingers were playing with her own pussy. I raised my hands to meet Pam's hips and fondle her ass as she glided up and down my cock like a merry-go-round horse. Pam's orgasm hit just before mine and I felt her body tighten and start to shake just as I shot my load into her bowels. There are no words to describe the pleasure that I had experienced. Pure, unadulterated sexual pleasure was what I had received. 

Pam pulled herself off of my lap and curled up beside me, not saying a word. We fell asleep in each other's arms and woke the next morning in the same position. 

All weekend long, Pam seemed to be sexually insatiable. By Sunday morning my poor cock had received so much attention that it was actually aching from the assaults. That, however, did not stop Pam from insisting that I fuck her ass one more time Sunday evening. I did not know what was going on, but I was certainly enjoying it while it lasted. 

Monday came and I was off to work. As I left the house, I could tell Pam was a bit on edge. It was as though she was preparing for a job interview or something. Just antsy and distracted. I kissed her and left for work.

As she sat at the kitchen table sipping her coffee, Pam's mind was mauling over the activities of the last week. It started with James teaching her the rules of pool, and advanced to her being fucked hard by the big black man. It ended with James all but ignoring her on Friday. 

"Of course," she reasoned, "He ignored me because I wore jeans and a sweater. He had to have known I was unhappy with him so he backed off. Over compensated for his misdeeds the time before."

As Pam dressed for her pool lesson, she selected a lightweight skirt that fell to about mid thigh and a form fitting knit top that outlined her breasts well. "Not too sexy, not too conservative," she thought to herself. 

Pulling her hair back into a pony tail, she looked herself over In the mirror and once satisfied that she looked decent, she headed down the hall, out the door and to her car.

When Pam arrived at the Wild Horse, James was there, but told her that he was going to have to cancel the lesson as he was meeting someone at 2:30. 

"Well, how 'bout a quickie?" Pam said, somewhat desperately, not realizing the sexual undertones of the statement.

James chuckled, "Didn't know you were into quickies. Maybe next time." Pam blushed when she realized what she had said. 

With that, James left the room, leaving Pam standing there in wonder. "What's happening? Why is he blowing me off like this? Did I do something wrong?" A myriad of questions filled her mind. By the time she lifted herself off the tall chair, she was almost in tears from the sense of rejection. She had convinced herself that she was responsible for the way James was acting toward her and that she desperately wanted things to go back to normal.

Pam returned to her home, only to feel the pangs of remorse and rejection fill her once again. Tears started to fill her eyes as she fought to control her thoughts. Rationally she knew that she did not like the sexual nature of her and James' relationship. She was happily married and had a strong distaste for immoral behavior. Even dressing in short skirts was a stretch for her most of the time and usually only came at the request of her spouse. 

But this was different. For some reason, Pam had deceived her own mind in believing that what James was doing was not all wrong. He was teaching her, training her to be the best she could be at pool. She had justified the sexual advances as just part of the learning process. She had become brainwashed, in a sense, into accepting behavior that was outside her comfort zone and normal personality. 

When James cancelled the pool lesson again on Wednesday, Pam spent the afternoon crying. She had emotionally moved from remorse to desperation as she contemplated what she considered her last chance to get back into good graces with James. 

All day Thursday she planned her strategy for Friday. Pam had decided that she was going to do whatever it took to get James to pay attention to her again. She longed for the times of him teaching her to aim and shoot, ignoring the distractions he threw at her. She longed for the feelings of connection she had with him during the sessions and she longed for the feel of his touch as he touched her body. She could not deny the satisfaction she received each time the lessons resulted in her orgasmic release, even though she tried to suppress those feelings as wrong.

By late Thursday afternoon, Pam had built a strong resolve to capture James' attention. It became a type of competition, in fact. A challenge in her mind that she was going to force him to, not just acknowledge her, but to train her once more. Logic had left her mind and a twisted sense of determination had replaced it.

Friday morning arrived and Pam was almost giddy with anticipation.

"What's up with you?" I asked. "You've been moping around the house the last few days, now all of a sudden life is grand again? What's going on?"

"Nothing," she responded. "I just feel good today." With that, Pam came over to me and wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a kiss on the lips. "I love you, Honey."

I kissed her back and then glanced at my watch. It was time to head for work, but I would have much rather stayed and held my wife. "I love you too," I replied and headed for the front door.

As noon time approached, Pam made her way to the master bedroom to prepare for her last pool lesson. She was anticipating that James would reject her again, and had to fight back the tears time and time again. Finally, she was able to gain her resolve and focused on what she had to do.




First Time Wild Ch. 05



Slipping the bathrobe off of her shoulders, she now stood, naked, in front of the mirror on her dresser. Her breasts were firm and round. "Not large," she surmised, "but well proportioned." Her hands lifted to her breasts, taking one in each hand and she gently squeezed, feeling a sensation of arousal start to stir. She had not realized how sexually charged she was becoming, but the touch to her breasts were an obvious indicator.

Her nipples were starting to harden and she gazed at them with intrigue. She did not normally like to touch herself, or look at herself in the mirror with anything more than normal curiosity as she did not consider herself an attractive woman. But, today was different. For the first time, she stopped and gazed at her body. She noticed the firmness of her breasts. She was taken by the way her nipples grew as they hardened, poking out like two small bolts."Wow! They're more than a ½ inch long," she thought to herself as she gently pinched each nipple, trying to see just how big they would get.

As her eyes glanced down her body, she took in her long, slender form, the flat tummy and firm thighs. "Not bad for an old lady," she chuckled, noting for the first time in a long time that there was very little bulge around her waist. 

Tearing her eyes from the mirror, Pam proceeded to the bathroom and turned on the shower, allowing the water to turn hot before entering the stall. 

Warm water cascaded down her shoulders and back as she washed her body. Her breasts were still sensitive to the touch and she found herself lingering longer than she normally would have, letting the sensations fill her with pleasure. It was when she reached her pussy, however, that she truly realized just how horny she had become as a jolt of electricity shot through her spine when her fingers came in contact with her clit. "Oh, god," she muttered as she slowly caressed the stiffening nub.

Pam became lost in the moment as minute after minute passed. Steadily, her fingers pressed slightly harder with each stroke across her engorged clitoris. Her mind was in a different place and her lust was building greater and greater. 

She could feel her breathing quicken and body tense as the orgasmic release started to overcome her body. Bracing herself with her free hand, Pam's knees almost buckled as the full force of the orgasm rippled through her body. She started to shake and audible moans were leaving her lips. 

Harder and harder she thrust her fingers into her pussy and across her clit. Her mind went back to the first time James pushed is fingers into her cunt and her orgasm intensified. Faster, harder she pounded her womanhood, until finally, the orgasm began to subside. 

When it was complete, Pam stood under the warm water, trembling from the experience. Today she felt like a woman. A beautiful, sexy woman. It was almost a revelation of sorts, to this 47 year old homemaker. Never before had she felt this complete, sense of womanhood. 

Stepping from the shower, Pam felt her body tingle as she dried herself, again, lingering over her sensitive breasts longer than normal. Her nipples had not lost their firmness or their desire for touch.

Pam crossed her room and stood before the mirror one more time before realizing the time and the need to press forward. 

Opening her closet, she peered in wondering what to wear. She remembered the whistle from the guys in the bar the week before and smiled to herself. "James is not going to ignore me!" she exclaimed to herself, reaching for a thigh length, pleated skirt and a loose fitting,, button up silk blouse. 

She smiled to herself as she pulled a tiny, black thong up her legs and over her hips, turning to look at herself in the mirror. "I'll make James notice me this time," she said to herself with a wicked smile on her lips. 

Starting to fasten the frilly black bra she had selected, Pam hesitated, and then tossed the bra to the side. She was going to play this one up, she had determined. "No bra today," she said to herself, slipping her arms into the sleeves of the blouse and pulling it over her shoulders. Her hands started to tremble slightly as she buttoned up the blouse. She could see that the thin fabric did little to conceal her erect nipples. In fact, the silky fabric felt really good on her tits, causing the nipples to harden as the fabric moved across them when she moved.

"No turning back now," she said to encourage herself, not sure if it was working or not. She slipped on the 3" heels and took one last glance at herself in the mirror. Her legs looked long and shapely in the heels and the short, pleated skirt barely covered her ass. "I can't believe I am wearing this," she told herself, shaking her head slightly. "Here goes something."

As she walked toward the front door, Pam made a detour into the kitchen and poured herself a tall glass of whiskey. Not a girls drink, by far, but it definitely was effective in calming her nerves and releasing her inhibitions. She drank down the liquor in just a few long drinks, almost chocking with each large swallow. Immediately the alcohol had the desired effect and Pam could feel herself relaxing. "Time to go," she told herself and out the front door she walked.

Pam pulled into the parking lot of the Wild Horse and noted there were a couple of extra cars that were normally not there in the afternoon. Butterflies filled her stomach. Could she follow through with her plan? Did she have the nerve to enter the building, knowing that someone other than James was in there? 

Stepping from the car, Pam could feel a gently breeze blowing across her legs. The air tickled her bare skin and lifted her skirt momentarily, exposing her bare bottom to anyone that would have been near. Her nipples once again stiffened as the fabric rustled in the breeze and the same tingling sensation she had felt at the house, returned. "No turning back," she told herself. "No turning back."

With a look of determination, Pam strode across the parking lot and into the bar. She glanced around the room and saw three guys sitting at a booth, sipping on beers and talking. All three turned their heads her way as she walked across the lounge toward the pool room, but she did not glance their way. She really did not want their attention at the moment. Her goal was James. 

"Hi Pam," Mary said, as Pam reached the end of the bar nearest the pool room. "The usual?" 

Pam just nodded and smiled toward Mary as she continued into the pool room, hoping to see James in his familiar chair. 

James' eyes got big and a smile formed on his face as Pam entered the area. "Damn she's hooked," he chuckled to himself, standing to meet his student as she approached him. "How are you today, Hon?" he asked, offering a chair to Pam in the process.

Pam smiled and accepted the chair, but found it difficult to climb up on it without exposing herself immodestly to James in the process. A big smile crossed James face and Pam felt herself blush slightly.

"What can I do for you today?" James asked with a knowing grin.

"Look, I know that some things got out of hand the other day and that it has created a wall between us in some way. I...I..just..want to..to get things back to where they were with us. I...I want you to continue teaching me what I need to know about pool," Pam stammered, trying to keep her composure.

James could hardly believe what she was saying, though it had been his plan all along to manipulate this Lilly white housewife. "Back to where they were?" James questioned. "What do you mean exactly?" he asked, putting the pretty woman on the spot even more.

"You...know... back to where we were when you were teaching me to play. With you ... helping me... stay focused on my shots and all."

"You mean when I touched your pussy and tits?" James boldly questioned, eager for her response, knowing that she now had to admit her desire for his manipulations.

Blushing from the baldness of the question, Pam was now at a loss for words and could only nod her head affirmative.

"You mean when I pushed my fingers up your cunt and ass and when I squeezed your tits and pinched your nipples?" James pressed, elated inside at the submission of this woman.

Again, Pam just nodded her response.

"Are you ready to do anything and everything I tell you to do, no matter what it is?" James continued.

A nod followed.

"Then go get a stick and let's get started," James instructed a big smile on his face. Obediently Pam turned and moved toward the cue rack, wondering what she was in for now. James' words played back through her mind." Am I really ready for this?" She wondered, reaching for a pool stick. 

Upon selecting a stick, Pam moved to the end of the table and took her familiar position of aiming at the cue ball James had placed in front of her. Her mind raced with anticipation as James moved along side of her and placed his hand on the housewife's firm ass and started to massage it through the skirt.

Taking a deep breath and concentrating on the ball, she drew back and took her shot. Somehow, in her mind, concentrating on the pool shot was justification for James to manipulate her anyway he pleased. Excitement penetrated her body as she held her position a moment longer after the shot, allowing the feel of James hand to sink in. "This is so wrong," she thought to herself, battling between wanting him to stop and longing for him to continue.

James' hand moved down her ass and then up and under her skirt, coming in contact with the thong clad bottom. Pam's eyes closed as he gave a little tug on the thong strap, forcing the fabric to part her pussy lips and grind against her clit. A jolt of pleasure shot through her as it did. A second jolt penetrated her senses as his fingers brushed against her pussy lips, rubbing slightly against the fabric which was buried inside her. Pam was becoming lost in her lust.

Just as fast as she had fallen, however, she was shocked back into reality.

"Fuck'n Hell!" came a voice in front of her. 

Pam's eyes shot open and her head jerked upward, just to find the three guys from the other room standing before her at the other end of the pool table.

"Damn, James, what the fuck is this?"one of the other men said.

"Hey, guys. How ya been?" was James reply, still massaging Pam's ass, though she was standing upright now. "This is Pam. She is my Pool student. We've been practicing," he said with a chuckle and a sly grin on his face. "Want to see what she has learned?" 

Pam's head shot around to look James in the face. A pleading look of confusion and fear was evident. 

"What do you say, Pam, shall we challenge them to a game of pool?" Pam continued to stare at James, hoping that he would tell the guys to leave.

"Let's make this interesting though," James added, looking at the guys. "If Pam, here, wins, you owe her $20. If you win, you can ask her to do one thing for you." 

All three guys were afraid to ask for clarification on what the one thing might be, but in unison, they all agreed. 

Pam's eyes continued to fix on James. A subtle shaking of her head was stopped as James looked her back in the eyes and said, "You are going to do this." It wasn't a request, but a stern instruction. This was not a discussion, but an order. Tears started to well up in her eyes as she gulped and turned around to face her competition.

" Who's first?" James asked, looking in the direction of the three men. They all glanced around at each other before suggesting a shoot off. "Closest to the cushion wins," said the man in the middle.

They all agreed and each headed to the rack to fetch a cue stick. As they did, James placed his hands on Pam's shoulders and turned her toward him. "Look at me," he said. "Concentrate on the game, no matter what. You will do this."

His big left hand moved over and gently brushed away a tear that was rolling down her cheek. He then cupped her chin in his hand and lifted her head to meet his gaze. "You can do this, just concentrate." With that her turned her around and patted her on the butt.

By now, the three men had determined the order in which they would play Pam. Danny, the tallest of the three, and so far, the quietest, was to go first followed by Chuck, the one that was in the middle. Mike would be the final contestant. 

Danny was a big man. Not as big as James, but he stood 6'3" and weighed a good 260 pounds. His body was that of an athlete that no longer kept himself in shape. His shoulders were broad but there was an obvious beer gut around his middle.

Chuck was a stout man of about 5'11" tall. He too was a former Jock but had not kept himself in shape. He wasn't fat, but he was carrying an extra 30 lbs around.

Mike was obviously the one that still tried to maintain his physical conditioning. Standing 6'1", he weighed about 190 lbs and looked like he worked out regularly.

"The lady breaks first," James announced, not making it a point of discussion but a statement of fact. Danny nodded his head in agreement. It was apparent that he was the shyest of the group also as he seemed unsure what was really happening, though he was in for whatever did transpire.

After Danny had racked the balls, Pam took a fearful glance over to James, then walked over and set up to break. A trembling of fear was gripping her body and she found it difficult to concentrate on the shot. All she could think of was that she wanted out of there, but she was unable to make her body and mind stop and say "Enough!" Instead, she took a deep breath and let the cue ball loose, scattering balls across the table. None went in.

Danny stood transfixed for a moment as the balls rolled around the table. His eyes were glued to Pam's blouse. Her pert nipples were stiff and pressing against the silky fabric, making her arousal very noticeable. "Damn those are sweet," he thought to himself before waking from his trance and moving to look at the table for his shot. 

Meanwhile, Chuck and Mike had moved over to take a seat at the tables behind Pam. As they did, they got a great view of her bare ass as she bent over to take the shot. The skirt was short enough that each time she bent over, it rode up to expose her cheeks enough to make it indecent. She had planned on James being the only one to see her this way, but when Chuck let out a "Nice Ass!" she became conscious of her exposure and blushed. 

"What was I thinking wearing this skirt?" she asked herself. "I must look like a hussy." Even now she could not bring herself to admit that she was acting and looking like a full fledge slut. 

Danny sunk his first shot and claimed the solid colors. He put away two more balls before finally missing, relinquishing the honors to Pam.

This time, as Pam set up for her shot, it was Danny that moved in behind her to get a look at her ass. Pam could feel his stare as she bent over, but she tried desperately to stay focused on the shot before her. As trained, Pam let the cue ball roll and by the time her turn was over, she had tied the game. 

As Pam stood and watched Danny prepare for his next shot, James moved up behind her and reached around her waist, pulling her into his body. Pam's eyes closed momentarily as she felt the strength of his body against her back. She suddenly felt safe, though she knew it was a false safety. James hands moved up her torso until they reached her breasts and with the thumb and forefinger of each hand, started to pinch the hardened nipples of her tits. 

Pam's eyes shot open and glanced over at the table where Chuck and Mike sat. The realization that they could see James fondling her caused her to blush once again, though she made no movement to stop James. She shut her eyes as it seemed the only escape she had at the moment.

Blocking out the stares of the men, the manipulations of James fingers brought Pam back to a place where excitement started to fill her body again. She could sense herself becoming aroused and unknowingly moved her ass back into James crotch, moving back and forth slightly to the abuse of her tits. 

Though thoroughly distracted now, Danny was still able to make a couple of shots, taking back the lead before turning over the shot to Pam. 

Without warning, Pam was brought back to reality when James abruptly moved his hands from her tits as Danny missed his shot. "Your turn," he whispered in Pam's ear, giving her a nudge toward the table. As he did, she smiled over at the guys at the table, both with their mouths wide open.

The pool game continued for another few minutes with each player sinking a ball before missing and turning over the shot to the other. It was Danny, however, that sank the final shot, winning the first round with Pam.

"Good game," James said, cheers and high fives coming from the table to his side. Pam moved over to James, dejected at losing her first competitive game of pool. "So what will it be?"

A sudden jolt of fear coursed through Pam as James uttered the words. "What would he expect her to do? How far did he expect her to go?" 

Her fears were answered as Danny moved over to stand next to his friends and confer with them on what his prize should be. 

"I...I want," Danny started sheepishly, "her thong." The friends high fived again as Danny completed his requested prize. Pam gulped and James gave a nod of acceptance before looking toward Pam to fulfill the request.

Pam stood frozen in place, thinking this had to be a bad dream, but was once again brought back to reality when she heard James voice say "Do you want to collect them yourself?"

Panic started to set in as the words sank into her head. Danny eagerly moved over to collect the thong as Pam looked up at James. "He did win. You own him his request."

Resigned, Pam stood still as Danny stood in front of Pam and reached up under her skirt, placing his hands on her hips. In doing so, he lifted her skirt enough that all could see the bottom of her thong and the way it was lodged into her pussy lips from where James had tugged on it before. Sounds of approval radiated from the table to their side.

He paused on her hips, not really believing his good fortune himself, before hooking his fingers around the waist band and pulling downward. Pam parted her legs slightly to allow the thong to fall to the floor easily as Danny bent down to retrieve it from its new resting place between her feet. In the process, he took a glance under her skirt to see the cleanly shaved pussy of this suburban housewife. "Damn," he thought as his eyes lingered a moment longer before picking the panties off the floor.

Hoots were heard from the other two.

"My turn," Chuck announced, eagerly moving over to the pool table. "Lady breaks again," he announced.

Pam approached the table and took a glance at James, hoping he would stop this torture now, but sensing not relief would come, she bent over to take her shot.

Chuck had moved in behind Pam, knowing he was about to get a good look as her naked ass. As she bent, he could see her puffy pussy lips and the glisten of moister as it was starting to form around her opening. 

Though she was completely humiliated at this point, she was also becoming sexually aroused by the predicament. She did not feel sexy, just degraded. She was out of control of the situation and was afraid, but at the same time, she could not deny the tingle she felt in her groin as she assessed her situation.

Pam took her shot.

The game bantered back and forth, with Pam finding herself on display for the pleasure of the men each time she took a shot. Chuck was a much more skilled player and when he sank the 8 ball, Pam's heart sank with it. Like a condemned man awaiting sentence, Pam stood still, her head tilted toward the floor. Her eyes stared at her feet, fearing what was to come next. 

Without hesitation, Chuck turned toward Pam and announced, "I want the rest of her clothes." 




First Time Wild Ch. 05



Shock filled Pam. She wanted to run. She couldn't stand there naked in front of these men. She would be naked in a building where anyone could walk in at any time to see her on display. She trembled as Chuck moved over to her and started unbuttoning her blouse. 

One by one he released the buttons, savoring the moment of victory with each movement. As her breasts came into view, he hesitated staring at the soft mounds of flesh. "Outstanding," he uttered as his hands moved to her breasts for a feel.

"Stop," came the ring of James voice. "You only get the clothes. That is your one thing." A sense of relief momentarily filled Pam. James had stood up for her. "He is going to protect me," she thought to herself, trying to believe it was true.

Chuck quickly removed his hands from her tits and commenced with the removal of the blouse. Once the buttons were free, he slid his hands over her shoulders, removing the fabric and allowing it to fall to the floor. 

Pam now stood, naked from the waist up, in the pool room. An audible gasp came from the men as her perking breasts came into view. Chuck gazed at the hardened nipples, wishing he could modify his request, but resigned to just looking, stared intently.

As if realizing that his prize was only half claimed, he shook his head and looked down as the skirt that remained on the beauty. Tentatively he reached out with his hands and found the zipper to the skirt, pulling it downward without fanfare. The skirt fell deftly to the floor, leaving Pam feel more exposed than she had ever felt in her entire life. Tears started to form once again, and her trembling was starting to become visible to the men.

Her humiliation and discomfort did not seem to deter them, however, as Mike eagerly stepped up to rack the balls for his turn. A big smile was pasted on his face as he thought about what might be if he were to win the game. 

Pam was terrified, her eyes closed trying to block out what was happening to her. She felt the presence of someone move in behind her and braced herself for more abuse. She was oddly relieved when she felt the familiar touch of James large hand move across her bottom and down the side of her leg. 

She even let out a soft moan as his hand found its way to her pussy and started to rub gently. A moment later a large finger entered her wet pussy and started to slide in and out as his other hand moved to cover her left breast, squeezing it tenderly. She found herself imagining that she was making love to the big man, ignoring the fact that she had an audience. Her body started to respond to his manipulations as her clitoris became engorged and her hips started to rock back and forth in time with the thrusting from his hand. 

Once again, she was brought back to reality when he abruptly removed his hands from her body and told her "Now go play some pool," giving her a nudge toward the table.

Flushed, Pam opened her eyes to see the stare of the other three men. Her wanton display of arousal at the touch of James embarrassed her, but she could see that all three men were bulging from their jeans. They obviously enjoyed her predicament. 

Pam couldn't even think straight now. Her body was longing for sexual release while her mind was reeling in humiliation and fear of what was to come. She knew that what she had experienced to this point was just the beginning and she did not know how she would get through the day without breaking down.

Mike placed the cue ball on the table and motioned with his hand for her to start the game. Pam obediently moved into her familiar position and bent over to take the opening shot. Completely exposed, her pussy throbbing from James teasing, she positioned herself for the shot. As she did, however, Mike moved behind her and placed his hand on her ass. 

Jolted by the action, Pam started to rise, but hesitated, then bent back down, remembering the training James had given her to try to ignore all distractions.

Mike took her action as an encouragement and started to rub her ass, squeezing each cheek and exploring her crack. When no words of restraint came from James, Mike became even more brazen and purposely moved his hand to her pussy and started rubbing with a firm, steady motion. 

Instantly Pam's body responded and her clit came alive with sensations. Biting down on her lower lip, Pam felt the pleasure build inside of her as the attack continued. Before long, she was rocking back and forth on his hand. When two fingers entered her snatch, she did not even hesitate. Instead, a moan of resigned pleasure left her lips, the pool stick falling from her hands onto the table's surface.

Mike's hand was pumping with abandon now, as Pam found herself complete in his control. Her body was starting to tremble, not from fear, but from the onslaught of pleasure that was coursing through her body. She no longer had concerns for her embarrassment or humiliation. While she was repulsed by her reaction, her body could not deny the pleasure it was receiving and wantonly accepted it.

With her hands planted firmly on the table for support, Pam's head tilted upwards as the orgasm ripped through her sending a lightning bolt up her spin. Shaking uncontrollably, Pam held on, hoping it would not end, but also realizing she would be feeling a great deal of guilt and remorse as soon as it did. A loud "Awwwwww...." Left her mouth as the climax peaked and the orgasm started to subside. 

As sounds returned to her ears, she heard the unmistakable report of zippers being drawn down and jeans dropping to the floor. Her fears were coming to fruition and she knew there was nothing she could do about it but try to endure both the pleasure and the unwanted advances. 

Two big hands reached out and took her by the shoulder and turned her around to face the men. James was standing in front of her, his pants were also on the floor. The sight was almost comical as four men stood before the homemaker, naked from the waist down, cocks hard and pointing outward toward her. 

Guiding her over to the men, James instructed one of them to sit up on the chair as he bent Pam over toward his crotch. "Suck him good," he instructed her, forcing her mouth down to his groin. 

As he did this, James motioned for Mike to come over and take Pam from behind. Without hesitation, Mike smiled and moved his hard cock to Pam's dripping opening and started to push. Easily it slipped into her cunt and Mike commenced pumping in and out of the beauty.

As Mike entered her pussy from behind, he pushed her forward, forcing her down onto Danny's cock. Pam's mouth opened and the hard shaft inserted itself into her face. Danny's hands quickly moved to the back of Pam's head and started helping her bob up and down on his cock. 

Pam was stunned at first as the cock violated her mouth, but soon accepted her fate and started sucking on the cock in hopes to speed up the process and bringing the whole ordeal to an end. She felt Danny force his cock in further and further with each motion, the head of the cock, trying to enter her throat. 

Gagging, Pam fought to maintain control of her reflexes, finally finding some success just before Danny let loose a stream of hot, sticky goo into her mouth. Instinctively, Pam tried to pull back, but Danny held her firm, forcing her to swallow the cum or choke. Pam chose to swallow.

In spite of the brutal violation of her mouth, Pam could sense the stimulation from her clitoris mounting again as Mike pounded into her cunt. Long steady thrusts maintained an almost rhythmic beat as she felt and heard his balls slapping against her ass. She was actively pushing back against his thrusts now as Mike let loose his load into her waiting womb. 

His orgasm was over quick, too quick and as he pulled out of her, Pam felt gypped. No orgasm had come and her body was now longing for release again. Before she could dwell on her frustration, however, another cock entered her pussy and started to pound away, picking up where Mike had left off. 

Chuck was not as long as Mike, but his cock was bigger around and the sensation of being filled was satisfying to Pam as she met each stroke with her pussy. Again the second orgasm started to mount.

Before having a chance to enjoy the assault on her pussy, however, a large black cock pushed up against her lips, waiting for acceptance. Pam's eyes got big as James' manhood pressed against her lips. She had felt it in her ass the week before, but it was even bigger than she imagined. There was no way she was going to get that thing in her mouth without doing harm in the process.

Pam's hand reached up to James groin and took hold of the mammoth cock, hoping to jack him off instead. Her hand did not reach all of the way around the rod, it was so large. Pam was mesmerized by the enormity of the organ in her hand. It felt like a baseball bat with a rubberized surface. A combination of fear and intrigue filled her as she contemplated the unit. Before she could stroke but a couple of times, however, James reached over to her head and forced her face to the cock. 

Out of self preservation, Pam clamped her mouth shut, trying to avoid, what she anticipated to be, the painful intrusion. Not to be denied, however, James reached down with one hand he pinched her nose shut, forcing her to open her mouth to breath. This achieved the result he was looking for and when her lips parted he quickly pushed the tip of his cock in. 

Pam's mouth strained just to take the tip into her mouth. Even so, James forced her head down onto his shaft, bobbing her head up and down with his hands to assist the effort. Her jaws ached as his meat pressed further into her mouth and she started to gag once again. James seemed bent on ramming the cock down her throat for a deep throat experience from the pretty housewife and student and without regard to her struggles, drove deeper into her throat with each thrust.

By now, Pam had forgotten the pleasure in her pussy and was fully concentrating on taking the invader in her mouth without passing out. Pain shot through her head as her jaws were forced wider and wider. Her eyes watered and became big as the cock started to slide down her throat. "Augh," she moaned. "It feel like he is going clear to my stomach."

Trying to fight the attack on her throat, Pam pushed against James' thighs, but James held her tight. With the pounding going on in her pussy, she was unable to move forward or backward. Two sets of hands held her in place as each man rammed their cocks into her from opposite ends of her body. 

She could feel her throat start to loosen a bit as James' thrusts became steady. She was starting to get light headed from the lack of oxygen but was able to get a handle on her fear and relax her muscles, reducing some of the pain from the process. It was at that point she could feel the pounding in her pussy again. 

The pleasure from her stimulated clitoris had started to build and the familiar tingling that preceded her orgasms was evidence that she was about to experience another orgasm. All sense of control was gone from Pam and like a sledgehammer it smashed into her senses, flooding her with pleasure. She shook violently as a massive orgasm hit her. 

James could feel the tremors in the woman and it was just enough to cause him to explode in a fury of orgasmic blasts that shot stream after stream of cum into Pam's waiting throat. Pam's mind was filled with revulsion as her belly was filled with the creamy liquid that continued to shoot directly into her gut. At the same time that James' cock started to convulse inside Pam's throat, Chuck's body went ridged and for the second time, a man other than her husband filled her womb today. 

Chuck rammed into Pam's pussy with such force that it drove her forward, increasing the discomfort she was experiencing from James. Once, twice and a final third thrust came, before Chuck grasped her hips and pulled her back into him, holding her into position as his cock pulsated and spewed his seed.

Like Mike, Chuck's orgasm went fast and he actually pulled out of Pam before James was finished emptying his load into her. At last, James retrieved his cock from her mouth and Pam fell to her knees, limp and exhausted, onto the floor. 

The men allowed her to stay on the floor for a few minutes before propping her back up into position to start the process again. Before they were through, each had deposited another load into the woman, with all having tasted both her mouth and cunt in the process. Oddly, none of them had attempted to take her ass, though James knew from experience, that it was perhaps her best asset. 

When they were done with her, the men pulled their pants back on and started for the door, thanking James for the great time. They did not even acknowledge Pam in the process. Before leaving, however, Danny turned and walked toward the table where they had been sitting and collected the clothing he had won in the pool game. "Thanks," he said toward Pam, turning and leaving the building.

Painfully Pam pulled herself up onto a chair and sat their quietly, completely naked and used, unsure what to do next. Tears rolled down her cheeks and mixed with the spots of cum that were on her face. 

James stepped along side of her chair and placed a big hand on her shoulder. "You did good. Next time bring your A game, though," he said, turning and leaving the room. Pam just looked up in wonder at how callous his statement was in light of the abuse she had just endured. 

Voices started to resonate from the other room and Pam suddenly realized that there were more people in the bar. Filled with embarrassment and guilt, Pam's mind spun. "What the hell," she said softly, lifting herself off the chair, wiping her face with her hand and striding out of the room, across the lounge and out the door to her waiting car. 

Once inside the car, tears streamed down Pam's face. Could she ever face her husband again?



First Time Wild



The song started out fast, but then turned into a slow song. Jerry held out his hands to Pam. She glanced over at me to see if it was alright, and when I nodded, she moved in close to Jerry. They started to move together to the beat of the song.

Soon, Jerry was leaning over Pam, pulling her in closer to him. I could tell by her motion that she was starting to get a bit tense, but she did not pull away. Slowly, Jerry started to move his hand in a circular motion, gently massaging the small of her back. Pam said something to Jerry and he stopped. A few seconds later, however, he started the motion again. This time Pam did not stop him until he started to inch his way down her back to the top of her ass.

Pam looked up at Jerry and said something again. Jerry's hand moved back up to the small of her back and remained there until the end of the song. 

Dave wasted no time in asking Pam to dance when they returned to the table. Pam took a drink of her Long Island Ice Tea and grabbed Dave's hand, pulling him toward the dance floor. 

The song was not a slow song this time, but that did not stop Dave from holding out his arms for Pam to nestle into his chest. She complied and started swaying to the beat of the music. Trying a bit different approach than Jerry, Dave moved his hands to Pam's hips, helping to move her back and forth across is growing erection. Pam pulled back a bit at first, but then Dave said something into her ear and Pam moved back to him.

As the song progressed, Dave started inching his hands around to the top of Pam's ass, holding them there for about a minute. When she did not move his hands from their location, he started to move his hands slowly downward until they were resting on both cheeks of her ass. The count began. 

At the count of 3 Pam reached around and pulled his hands upward, saying something to him in the process. Dave, however, kept the pressure on her skirt so that when she raised his hands, her skirt also raised, revealing half of her bare ass. It took Pam a moment to figure out what he had done. When she did, she reached up and gave him a soft slap on the face, then giggled. Dave released the pressure on the skirt and it fell back into place, but not before everyone watching got a nice eye full of Pam's firm ass cheeks.

The dance was over and they returned to the table. When they had, Pam sat next to me and Dave and Jerry headed off to the men's room to pee. 

"How are you doing?" I asked. "Are you having Fun?"

"I am doing fine but you were right about those guys. They have both tried to grab my butt. I think it is time to get going."

"Going already? I have only gotten to dance with you a couple of times. Let's stay. Besides, I told you they probably would try something. Tonight they are going to go home and think about that gorgeous ass of yours as they beat off. You will be helping them relieve themselves tonight."

"Get out of here" she replied. 

"Serious, you are getting them excited. I bet they are having a hard time not getting a boner every time they dance with you."

"Well, you are right, they are getting hard. I felt Dave's penis against my stomach during our dance. I wasn't sure what to do. I almost came and sat back down at the table."

"Aren't you the spoil sport. You have the opportunity to make some kids day, no month, and you want to leave him hanging? That is just cruel," I joked. Pam chuckled. 

"Alright, we can stay, but how far do you really want me to go with this? I mean, do you really want me to let them rub up to me?"

"You do whatever you feel comfortable with. I am ok because I know that you love only me and that at the end of the night, I am the only one that gets to have sex with you. You can make their day or we can move on, your choice." I said this rather condescending, hoping that Pam would take it as a bit of a challenge to move to a different comfort level. Already she had gone farther than I ever expected.

The guys returned and I got up to go use the men's room. As I left, Dave sat on one side of Pam while Jerry sat on the opposite side. "This ought to be interesting" I thought to myself.

When I returned I could see that both of the boys attention was on Pam. They were turned toward her at about a quarter turn and their outside arms looked extended toward my wife. Pam was holding her drink in her hands as the boys continued to talk with her. They did not see me enter the room.

I circled around to the bar, where I had a better vantage point and could tell that both had their hands on Pam's legs. They were slowly caressing her thighs as she sipped her drink. 

Every once in a while, her hand would reach down and move one of the boys hands away. Presumably as they got closer to her pussy than they should. I circled back around the room to make it look like I had just entered the room when Dave caught my movement. His hand quickly moved away. Jerry's hand followed and Pam looked up, her eyes wide like she had just gotten caught in something naughty. I pretended that I did not catch them in their activities.

"Let's Dance" Jerry said, pulling Pam up and toward the dance floor. Pam willingly followed. On the floor, Jerry started spinning Pam, causing her skirt to flare outward. Each time, more of her ass was exposed to the crowd. Then, in a sudden move, he pulled her in close to him and started grinding his pelvis into her stomach. Pam responded by matching his moves, getting a sly grin on her face as she realized that she was now making his cock hard again.

Jerry turn Pam around, placing his hands on her sides, right at breast level, allowing his finger tips to touch her tits. He then pulled her back into him, grinding his cock into her ass. His hands then slid down her side to the bottom of her skirt and back up again, pulling the skirt up with them. Pam's bare ass was now pressing against Jerry's hard on. Jerry looked as though he was about to come. His hands were now back to Pam's tits, massaging them through her shirt and bra. Pam seemed oblivious to her surroundings. Then the music stopped.

Jerry continued to grind away for a moment longer when Pam pulled free and started toward the table. As she sat down beside me she whispered something like "we should go". Her rest was short lived as Dave quickly took her hand and lead her away.

Dave took Jerry's lead and quickly had Pam grinding into his hard on. His hands were moving all over her body. Reaching up under her skirt he was obviously rubbing her pussy through her thong. Pam allowed the rubbing to progress for about 10 seconds before pulling his hands away and up to her stomach. Not to be denied, Dave moved on up her body to her tits, blatantly massaging them both. 

Pam pushed his hands down from her tits and Dave continued downward, again, finding her pussy. 

This Tit to Pussy trade off continued throughout the song. At its conclusion, Pam came over to the table and asked me to dance with her. I figured she was going to tell me it was time to go so I followed her to the dance floor.

"My God," she whispered in my ear, "You were right about them getting their thrills. I couldn't keep their hands off me. They were both hard the whole time we danced. "

" I noticed that it looked like they were holding you pretty tight, but I couldn't tell what was going on for sure(I Lied). I figured you would let me know if things were getting out of hand. Are you OK? Do we need to leave?"

"You couldn't see? She asked, sincerely questioning. "He kept rubbing his hard on against my butt. He started to put his hand on my breast, but I made him stop. Jerry did the same thing. You didn't see him either?"

Again I lied "No. I could see that he had his hand on your side, and once it looked like his hand went to your legs, but that was all I could see. You were pretty well blocked by the other dancers? Do we need to leave?"

"No, we can stay a bit longer. So far they have been harmless. Like you said, they are probably just getting their jollies for later tonight." Now she was lying to me. Curious.

"Do you want to really mess with them? I asked.

"How?"

"Go into the bathroom and take off your Thong and Bra. Then when you get back to the table, stuff the thong down one of their pants and the bra into the back pocket of the other. But you would have to do it to make it look like I did not know about it and the other didn't know what you were doing."

"No Way," she replied. "I could never do that"

"Sure you could, besides, you would be giving them a souvenir of tonight that they will have 30 years from now. But, it is your call. Do what feels right with you."

"I'll think about it," she said as the song came to an end.

We returned to the table and as the boys stood to take Pam back to the dance floor, she grabbed her purse and headed for the ladies room. 

That gave me a chance to talk to the boys again. I paid them the money I wagered them and asked how they thought the evening was going up to that point. They were both excited, maybe too excited, so I reminded them that she was my wife and that there would be no sex with her, period. 

I then told them that up to that point, however, I would let them play until Pam called a stop to things. They agreed to abide by those guidelines and we ordered another round of drinks.

Pam soon returned and as she walked across the room, I could tell she had removed her bra. She was going to do it. 

Her nipples were poking through the Chico tank top like two towers reaching for the sky. I just love that tank top. The guys were mesmerized and tried not to stare at her tits as she scooted into chair next to me. As she leaned forward, she allowed a clear view of her naked tits.

I could hardly stand it I was getting so aroused. I excused myself to go to the men's room, and to allow me another opportunity to observe the 3 alone again.

I quickly relieved myself then made my way back into the room, moving around to the bar again to watch. Pam was sitting closest to Dave and Jerry was across the table from them. While they were talking I saw Pam move her hand toward Dave crotch. The look on my face told me that she had deposited the thong down his pants. His hand now went into her lap and started to massage the inner part of her thigh.

Jerry moved around the table when he noticed Dave's hand movement. His hand went to Pam's other thigh and started caressing up and down her leg, inching closer to her now naked pussy. 

As he did, Pam reached into her purse and pushed her bra into his back pocket. This caused him to stop and reach behind himself to his pocket to find out what she did. A big smile came across his face as he realized what his new treasure was. He then resumed his massaging of her thigh.

I watched the action for a couple of minutes before I decided it was time to get back to the table. Just as I started to move, I saw Pam's head tip back and Dave's hand pick up speed. He had entered her pussy with his fingers. 

Jerry then moved his hand up under her shirt and had a handful of her right tit. He was squeezing the tit, then pinching the nipple. Pam's head remained tilted back as the two studs worked her hot spots.

I moved around the room and started toward the table. Jerry saw me first and said something. 

Both boys pulled their hands back and Pam sat up straight, though her face was flushed and she had started to sweat. 

I sat down at the table and started with some small talk, pretending again that I had not seen anything. Slowly, both guys moved their hands to Pam's thighs. I was turned slightly sideways, pretending to pay attention to the dance floor more than my wife. From the corner of my eye I saw Pam reach down and take hold of the boys hands, forcing them to stop there manipulations with me at the table. 

Together, as though it was planned, they each pulled Pam's hand over to their cocks and held her there. Pam did not move for a moment until one of them leaned over and whispered something into her ear. I then noticed an ever so slight movement in her arms and shoulders. She was massaging their cocks.

This went on for about 5 minutes when Dave took Pam's hand and lead her to the dance floor. Just like the last time out, he turned her around and buried his hard on into her ass, but this time I saw him move his hand down to his crotch and unzip his pants. His cock was now released from his pants and was up under Pam's skirt. I saw the shock in her eyes when she realized what Dave had just done.

Dave then pointed his cock down between her legs, letting her skirt hide what he was doing. 

Holding her hips with his hands, he started moving her back and forth on his cock. Once a rhythm was established, his hands moved up under Pam's shirt grabbing on to each tit, pinching and rolling the nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. 

Pam looked toward our table and I pretended not to see what Dave was doing. I gave her a slight wave of acknowledgement and pretended to talk to Jerry again. 

Dave continued to manipulate Pam's tits, all the while trying to aim his cock at her pussy. He was unsuccessful at hitting his target, but just before the song ended, his cock shot cum straight out in front of them. Fortunately, due to the trajectory of his cock, the cum just missed her skirt and landed on the dance floor. 

Pam felt the pulsating of the cock and continued to move back and forth on his rod, helping him to a complete release. Also fortunately, they were near the edge of the dance floor so the cum was not seen by anyone else as the two left the dance floor.

Jerry's mouth was open wide as Dave and Pam started for the table. He looked over at me and then back at my wife, then back at me. I just shrugged my shoulders and grinned.

No sooner had they reached the table when Jerry jumped up and said "My Turn". Pam just gave me a pleading look. I pretended not to understand as she turned to head back out to the dance floor.

Jerry's approach was going to be different than Dave's. Instead of grinding into Pam's ass, he turned Pam toward him and placed his hands on her ass, pulling her in tight to his cock. He maneuvered her back and forth until he could not stand it any longer, then whispered something into her ear. She looked at him for a moment then reached down and unzipped his pants, fishing his cock out of its hiding place. 

She then took hold of the cock and pointed it down between her legs, hiding their activity with her skirt. Pam then began to rock back and forth on the cock. 

Jerry tried over and over to get the head of his cock inside Pam's soaking wet pussy, teasing the opening, but due to his height, he could not get the right angle to enter her. Like his buddy Dave, he had to be satisfied with fucking my wife's thighs and rubbing his cock against her pussy. 

Within a couple of minutes, he too was ejaculating all over the dance floor. When the dance was over, Dave stood up to take another turn with Pam, but before he could take her hand, I stopped him. "My turn guys" I said. "It is late and we need to get home" 

Pam's face was flushed and she was obviously breathing heavy. She was nearing the point of no return and ready for more action. She nodded in agreement to my announcement of leaving.

Dave and Jerry look dejected, but said good night, thanking me for the drinks and Pam for the Dances.

Upon arriving at our motel room, we made passionate love with each other for hours. We did not talk about the night, only about our love for each other. My world had just been rocked and I had no idea where this would go. I was a bit concerned about morning when Pam was sober and we had time to think about this whole evening. Until then, however, I was more satisfied and content than I have ever been.



First Time With A Black Guy



I was on the prowl once again. The holidays were over, my newest girl friend was out of town visiting her relatives, and I had the place all to myself. I logged on to the M4M local chat room, not expecting much to happen. After all, I was used to logging on and be on line for hours in the room with only one or two hits that turned out to be nothing.

Tonight, I told myself that if someone read my profile and told me to come on over, I would do it. No cold feet, no excuses. I had been skimming the porn sites and I was horny.

I've been with three guys so far, all married, all needing me to go down on them and expect nothing in return. That was fine with me. I love women but occasionally I get the urge to service a man. It's a Catch 22 issue with me. The thought of going down on a guy normally turns me off, but the fact that I was crossing a line, doing something out of the ordinary, against the rules, was a turn on.

My profile states that I am here to service, on my knees. I would do ANYTHING asked of me orally. All I needed was to be TOLD to and I would do it.

It was after 10:00 at night, an unusual time for me to be in the rooms midweek. I was getting tons of IMs with guys asking if I was for real, and I was getting some serious questions. But no one was telling me to, they were asking.

Then a screen name I had not seen before sent me a message. 

BM4WM: Hey bud, where you at?

ME: Near the college, you?

BM4WM: Near downtown, about 3 miles from there.

BM4WM: I need you to come over here now and suck me dry.

I was intrigued. I checked his profile, and sure enough, it stated he was black, but he wasn't making a big deal of it. I wasn't sure if I was ready for this, but I had promised myself that I was going to do whatever I was told tonight.

We chatted a few minutes and I told him I had never been with a black guy before but had always wondered about it. He told me he was nothing special, just 8.5 inches and very thick. He promised to take it easy on me. I told him I would do anything I was asked, anything, as long as he was freshly showered. He agreed and gave me directions.

I jumped into the shower myself and then headed down the road. I was numb, and drank a double rum and coke to make sure I would go through with this. I walked up to his apartment door and knocked. Neighbors down below peered through their windows at me. I was wondering if this was a good idea. 

The door opened and a voice invited me inside. The room was pitch black. 

"On your knees boy," I was told in a firm but reassuring voice.

"Now, take off my shorts boy"

I did as I was told, a bit scared. My ice cold hands sensed a body that was much bigger than my 220 lbs, and his was firm. He moved in front of me and stuck his surprisingly soft cock in my face and said, "Meet Python. He needs to be kissed."

I kissed his cock and it began to harden. 

"Suck it boy."

I licked it into my mouth. It was getting bigger, bigger than I had anticipated. And as I moved my face closer to his body I realized he had not showered. His musky smell disturbed me, but it turned me on as well. Here I was, in a black man's apartment sucking his cock, not knowing where this was going.

"You're a good cock sucker boy. I may have to share you with some of my friends when I'm done here, but tonight you're my cock sucker boy."

He moved over to a chair to sit down. I noticed his stereo was playing a local jazz FM station, and my eyes had started to adjust to the darkened room. I could see his wonderful black cock against my white hands, and it turned me on like never before.

"OK boy, get back to it, Python here needs some lovin."

He was slowly face fucking me, finally getting my lips to touch his rough pubic hairs on his body. His cock was buried all the way down my throat. Another first. I loved this feeling. He continued his slow, methodical movements until finally he started to tense up a bit. He didn't say anything and I failed to notice his change in tempo until it was too late.

"OK boy, swallow it all. I don't want a drop on my carpet," he said to me. 

I couldn't pull away. His hands were holding my head in place pulling me closer, forcing more of his cock down my throat. His cock enlarged and I wasn't sure how to handle this until he backed out until only his large black cock head was in my mouth. His cock unloaded a huge load into my mouth. After the second blast I had to swallow, for fear of letting anything drip onto his carpet. Another swallow after the fourth blast. After that he continued to blast but with less cum each time. I swallowed four times and noticed his tangy taste. It disgusted me as much as it turned me on, and I couldn't wait to get to my car to drink a fresh rum and coke that was poured and ready for me.

I got up and started to leave.

"Where the hell do you think you're going boy?"

"I, um, well you wanted a blow job and I gave you one. I thought that's why you ordered me here."

"Boy, I don't know who you've been suckin until now, but I don't cum just once a night. I'm just getting ready, and you should be too boy, now git back down on your knees and do as you're told."

I was shocked. If I had ever cum as much as he had in one night I'd be through for the evening. I did as I was told, and received a slap across my face.

"Now boy, apparently you were telling the truth about me being your first black man. Cause if you had been with a black man in the past, you would know that we can cum all night long. Now, when I talk to you boy, call me sir."

"Yes sir," I said, trembling again. I had lost total control of myself and the situation. I was totally unprepared for what may lie ahead.

"Now boy, git out of those shorts and clothes and git back on your knees and lick my balls."

I did as I was told. I could never understand why a guy who wanted a blow job asked me to undress. The other three guys were the same, but that's as far as it had gone.

I lifted up his cock to be able to get my mouth down to his balls and realized this wasn't going to be easy. His balls were huge, and very hairy, with thick wire-like hair. I know how exciting getting your balls licked and sucked can be, but in my situation I was not prepared for this. I moved my face forward and took one of his balls into my mouth, noticing his musky body odor again. 

"Careful with those teeth boy. If you want to leave here with all of the teeth you came in with you'd better NOT harm Python's jewels."

Carefully, I licked and sucked each of his balls. I was surprised at how turned on I was, and noticed his cock had once again started to harden.

"Kiss it boy, get it ready, because one thing Python loves is to cum for me."

As I started kissing and licking his cock, he pushed me back onto the floor so I was lying down. He sat over my face, feeding me inch after inch of his rock hard black cock. He was speeding up his efforts and now he was fucking my face as quickly as he could. I could hear him panting and groaning and once again his cock started to get even larger.

This time he didn't need to hold my head in place, I couldn't move. My body was pinned down and his cock kept pumping into my mouth until finally it exploded. The same taste, and the first two blasts were hot, tangy and slimey and they filled my mouth. I swallowed all I could, over and over again.

"Damn boy, I've been with lots of women and men and so far you're the best. That mouth of yours needs to be used by all of my friends."

I was hoping he was finished and reached for my clothes. 

"Where you goin' boy? We're not done. Didn't I tell you that a black man is superior to your lilly white assed boys? What's the matter with you boy?"

He got up and told me to follow him. I stumbled in the dark apartment until we ended up in the bathroom. He turned on the shower and got in. He had me get in as well and handed me the soap and told me to clean his body. I was surprised that again we were doing this in the dark, with one red candle lit for light. For some reason, he didn't want me to see his face, or at least, didn't want me to be able to recognize him on the street. I did as I was told and then cleaned myself off. He told me to get in front of him to wash his cock and balls one more time. 

On my knees I did just that, and felt something hit my face from the wrong angle. 

"I hope you don't mind boy, but I needed to relieve myself and figured your face wouldn't mind it at all."

His dark golden stream blasted my face and as I tried to pull away his massive black open hand slapped me once again. Then as I looked up towards him with my mouth closed, he pinched my nose, forcing me to open my mouth to breathe, and to swallow his piss.

"Drink it down boy. Remember, I am your superior and you need to learn from me boy."

"Yes sir, as you wish sir." 

The taste was hot, salty, almost vulgar and for some reason I enjoy it it just a bit. But I was totally defeated. I had never expected any of this and I had had my fill of him. I needed to get out of here before anything else unexpected happened, but how?

"OK boy, clean yer mouth with that mouth wash over there and crawl out on your hands and knees. I'll fix us a drink."

I did as I was told and quickly scrambled out to where I had left my clothes. They were not there! He had taken them. Now I was trapped, and no one knew where I was. 

"Don't worry boy, I'm almost done with your mouth for the night. I will return your clothes but I had to make a photo copy of your drivers license. Now I know who you are and where you live. I have your phone number from my caller ID, so now your ass is mine boy."

That statement scared the hell out of me. How dumb could I be? Damn!

He sat down and handed me a drink. It was straight vodka, and it was nearly 3 shots.

"Drink it all boy, enjoy yourself."

It burned all the way down, but somehow it made things bearable again, and then I started to relax as the drink had an immediate effect.

He pulled out a cigar, clipped one end and lit it, blowing the smoke in my face.

OK boy, now that I'm all relaxed I'm ready for the real blow job. Now I'm going to sit here and finish my drink, while you suck my ass for a while, then my balls, and then my cock. When I cum, you will drink it all down, then get dressed and leave. I'll want you back here in three days to entertain some of my friends.

"What makes you think I'll ever come back to see you,?" I asked.

"Well boy, first I have your name and phone number. Second, I have recorded every second of what you have done and am ready to add it to my website if you don't return. Oh, the darkness... don't worry, I have a special camcorder and used infrared lights to make sure I got you. Third, you love my big black cock. I can tell by the way you suck cock and the way you swallowed my cum and my piss. I've had other white boys here but no one has ever done as good as you. You're my cocksucker Bruce. Now, git to work."

I was stunned. He could ruin me if the photos ever made it to the net. Not just the cum, but his piss and now he knew where to find me. But what made it all fit was he was right, I did love his black cock. It's not that it tasted different from the white cocks I have tasted, but it was crossing yet another taboo and I knew that whenever he wanted me, I'd be there for him.

I got back down on my knees and spread his ass cheeks. At least he was clean as my tongue found it's target. I licked and sucked his asshole for what seemed like forever. Finally he rolled over with a huge smile on his face, and told me to lick his balls. Once again, I complied, proving to him that I loved sucking his balls. Then it was time to suck his cock. It was hard, but not as hard as the first two dimes.

"That's it Bruce, you're a good cock sucker, and the first white man I have on tape licking my superior black ass. Now milk that cock. You know Bruce, maybe I need to get some of the boys over here and let them all use your mouth. We play poker every Friday night and the white slut girls we been usin, they just don't know how to use their mouth like you do."

It bothered me that he kept using my name, but I was trapped now. And it fully turned me on to think that I may have four or six huge black cocks to service in the near future. Well, if I'm going to be a black cock sucker, I had better get this right.

I kept sucking, milking his cock, and for the third time this evening, he came, two blasts, but tangy, and tasty. I was developing a taste for black cock. That scared me.

"Bruce, here are your clothes. Now, go home and relax cause we're going to use you later this week."

"Yes sir."



First Time With A Couple



For those who have not followed my other stories on this website, here are the standard disclaimers. One, I do not care if you do not think the grammar is perfect. Not here for writing an english dissertation. Second, these are my true stories. I am 23 (this week), blonde, small petite girl. 5'3", 110, 32a, shaved.

I was 19 when I was approached by my manager (summer job) Linda about my sexual exploits. Since she was a cool gal, married et. al. I decided to share my single life with her. Linda would get all excited hearing my stories about previous nights and force me to share details. I did as I knew it made her excited. I even shared specific details around how I was fucked, how many times and how many times did we both cum. She loved the dirty details. I would tell her how much fun it is to be single and asked if she missed those days? She said no. I was curious why? She explained that she and her hubby were swingers and invited couples to have fun often. That allowed her to get her fair share of cocks even though she was married.

Linda back then was 24, 5'7" brunette 125 pounds, 34c sexy girl. I had not seen her hubby but Linda drew enough attention thanks to her low rising tops and jeans she wore to work often. We had also had a few drinks after work and she flirted like any other single girl would. During one of these drinks, she pulled out her phone and showed pictures of her hubby's cock. Wow! Her hubby had the biggest, thickest cock. His name was Jerry and Linda showed multiple naked pictures of him and asked me if I wanted to come with her and fuck her hubby?

I never said no for a good cock. We finished our drink in a hurry and left for her place. She called Jerry letting her know that I was coming. I was dressed plain. Jeans, T-shirt, Bra, Thong. Ordinary shoes but I was excited and knew that regardless if I dressed sexy or not, guys will never say no to fuck a young girl. Specially if she is 19 and the guy is 27.

We reached Linda's place and once in, we found wine ready for all of us. We grabbed our drink and made our way to the living room. Soft music played, candles etc. were present to create the mood. Linda went to the bedroom to change leaving me and Jerry alone. Jerry sat next to me, running his hands in my hair as we drank and he told me I was really petite and he will enjoy using me tonight. His naughty chat me so wet. Jerry ran his hands down the back, creating goose bumps. He leaned and kissed me and I returned the kiss. We both started to make out on the sofa when Linda walked in and said out loud that she does not want to be left out. 

I turned to see Linda standing in nothing but a crotchless panty and high heels. Evidently Jerry's favorite. She looked fabulous. She walked to me, bent down and kissed me. She was not my first bi experience so I knew what to do. We kissed and Jerry ran his hands on my tits. Jerry asked that I slip out of my jeans and tops. I did. Linda pulled my bra off too. So here we were, both topless, both in panties and heels. I looked at Jerry and told him he was over dressed for the party. He stripped naked and I saw a good 7 inch thick cock, still not fully hard. I licked my lips and both of them laughed.

We had a few more sips of wine as we all cuddled and touched and played with each other on the sofa. Then Linda moved and stood on the sofa, legs around my body and lowered her pussy on my face. I started to eat her while she stood on my my face. I heard a loud smack on Linda's ass as Jerry enjoyed it. Then I felt my legs being opened and my panty slid to the side as Jerry started to play with my pussy. I opened my leg even more to give him better access. I loved how he pushed one, then two and then three fingers in my tight pussy. Linda on the other hand was grinding her pussy on my face. Soon I was cumming. Cumming hard on Jerry's finger. Hands on Linda's ass, I dug into her skin as I came. 

Jerry pulled out and licked his finger clean of my juices. I was busy licking Linda who was close to cumming. I continued to tongue fuck her and soon she came. I licked her pussy juices. She soon collapsed next to me. Jerry stood with a semi hard on as we girls sat. He pulled both of us by the hair and asked us to suck his cock. We girls took turn sucking his cock. And soon he was a good 9 inch hard. Really thick. I knew he will hurt a little but I like a big cock. We both sucked him like the slutty girls we are. Jerry would also face fuck us a little as we took his cock in our mouth. 

It was time to fuck, so he asked me to go doggy style on the sofa. I was so wet and ready and needed him. He got behind me and he was not tender as he forced his cock in me. I yelled in pain and pleasure. His whole cock slowly opened my pussy wide and shoved itself in. He hit the very depths of me. I was moaning loud as Jerry fucked me, slapped my tight ass and called me his slut. Linda was playing with my tits as Jerry fucked me. Then he asked Linda to go doggy style next to me. He then took turns fucking us both doggy style. He would fuck us long enough to get us close to cum, pull out and go to the other girl. He teased us for long. I soon put my finger in my clit as he fucked me and played with it till I came.

Jerry loved how we both were begging to be fucked. He then picked me up. Stood up and lowered me on his cock. I wrapped my legs around him as he fucked me standing. Jerry was 240 pounds and had no problem fucking me like that. I loved it and was putty in his hand. Jerry told me he was going to cum in my pussy as he fucked me like this. I wanted to feel his cum so bad. Linda was on her knees playing with his balls, face close to my pussy watching it being fucked hard by her hubby. Soon Jerry was exploding in me, making me explode too. He had a lot of cum. A lot of cum. He squeezed every drop out. He then threw me down on the sofa as he collapsed in a hair. Linda immediately got between my legs, spread it open and started to taste his cum out of my pussy. the creampie made for great sucking by Linda.

Once she cleaned me up, she asked me to clean Jerry's cock. I got up, got down on my knees between Jerry's leg and started to clean his semi hard wet cock. He had my cum and his cum all over his cock. I sucked and stroked him as I cleaned him. Making him hard. Once he was hard, Linda walked over and sat on his cock and started to ride him. Her hands on his shoulder she fucked him good. They were good together and soon both were cumming. Jerry was impressive. He made both girls cum and still was only semi hard and not limp.

We took a break. Had more drinks and ate some food while still almost naked. Jerry would often kiss me, fondle me and touch me through dinner. Then after dinner while Linda was in the bathroom, he pulled my panty down, smelled it and told me he will keep it for remembrance. Then he put me on the kitchen island, my legs open resting on bar stools and he ate me as dessert. He was so good at using his tongue and had me cumming again on his face. Linda came in to see me being eaten. She took pictures on my phone as I requested being eaten. 

Jerry pulled me down, took me to the sofa. He sat down with a hard rage on. I straddled him and lowered my pussy on his thick cock. The fullness was back. He grabbed my ass and started to make me ride his cock. I used his shoulders for support. He would bite my tits and make me ride hard. He fucked me real hard and long. Long enough till he came one more time in my pussy and left me hurting with a great fuck. I ended up leaving once I could feel my legs. We three fucked right through the summer while I worked there.



First Time With A Dominant



I had long been interested in BDSM, specifically female domination. After downloading a shemale dominatrix video by mistake, I became interested in a dominant shemale. I consulted the internet looking for something, and when my wife was away for the week for business, I finally decided to go ahead and see what it was like. I was nervous as all hell, but the curiousity drove me to actually go through with it. We had corresponded

through email back and forth and she got a rough idea of what I was interested in, and she told me to show up. So here it was, friday night.

Nervously, I approached the doorway. Fighting the urge to run away, I rang the doorbell. The buzzer let me into a small vestibule, where an intercom addressed me. 

"now is your last chance to back out. If you continue on, you are mine for the evening. You are to only speak when asked a question, and you are to address me as 'Mistress' at all times. Do you understand?" 

I nervously stammered out "yes".

"Good. Now take off your clothes and leave them folded on the bench to your left." With my heart pounding I began unbuttoning my shirt with numb fingers. I folded it and placed it on the bench, my shoes, socks, jeans and boxers soon followed. Standing there naked as the day I was born, I was then instructed to put on a blindfold that had been left on the shelf, and to get down on all fours. I meekly complied, and waited for the next instructions.

The door opened, and I heard someone approach. A husky feminine voice greeted me, saying "welcome, you are now my slave for the night. Let's get you prepped for tonight." She began to remove the blindfold, telling me to keep my eyes shut unless I wanted to be punished. I was happy to obey, but I must have pulled away as she put the leather mask over my face, for I recieved a stinging smack on the ass.

The mask had 2 holes, one for the nose and one for the mouth. I felt her zipper it into place on the back of my head, then a small click as she apparently locked the zipper into place. The mask had a hard handle like object sticking out of the top , as she began leading me, crawling across the room with it.

She led me into a doctor's chair, with stirrups for my feet. After strapping my legs into place, she handcuffed my arms around the headrest. "We have to clean you out for tonight, we can't have a mess later on" she said, as she inserted a tube into my exposed ass. I felt a warm flooding sensation deep in my bowels as she released a mixture of warm soapy water to clean me out. The tube was removed, and a small plug 

replaced it. She began to inflate it with a small pump and the pressure was building. As uncomfortable and nervous as I was, I could feel a stirring in my cock as the pressure was applied to my prostate. "I see you are starting to wake up" she said. "That's good, I need you at attention for what's next". I then felt a lather being applied to my shaft, balls, and asscrack. Using a razor, she began to shave my balls, stretching them out and squeezing them more than a bit uncomfortably. She then began to shave my shaft, when the first cramp hit. I writhed in agony, until she warned me "I'll cut the fucking thing off if you move again". She then began to wick the hair away from my asscrack, working the razor (I could tell it was a straight razor) around the plug. 

In one swift motion, she deflated the plug and removed it from my now stretched asshole. I expelled a large amount of wase into a bucket, and was untied and thrown into a hot shower. After being rinsed all over, she covered me in a light coating of what smelled like baby oil. I was then told to step into what must have been a latex catsuit. She pulled it up over my legs, threading my cock through a hole in the crotch, and she brought it halfway up my chest. I was then made to lie back on the chair as she positioned something heavy yet flexible on my chest. "These are your tits for tonight" she said. By the weight, they must have been enormous. She clamped something to my nipples, then positioned the fake breasts into place. Pulling the catsuit over the breasts which kept them in place, she then fed my arms into it, and zipped up the back of it, locking the zipper, then attaching a collar over both the hood's lock and the suit's lock, she then fastened a heavy duty lock (I could tell by the weight) around the collar. 

She told me to stand up, and she then affixed a heavy corset around my midsection. Taking my arms, now back in cuffs, and attaching them to the ceiling, she then went around the back of me, and plunged her thumb directly into my ass, which had a hole in the back of the cat suit for it.I gasped in pain and surprise, and as I did, she tightened the corset and locked it into place. I could now barely breathe, as she uncuffed my hands and led me to a bench, where she put me in what felt like thigh high boots, lacing them into place over the cat suit legs.

The final step in my bizarre outfit for the evening was a set of latex gloves that were strapped into place. They were sort of like mittens but attached making my hands form a loose fist. There were small hole on either side, I had a feeling I knew what they were for. 

She led me to a mirror, then removing the snapped blindfold portion of the mask, allowed me to see what I looked like. The image in front of me looked utterly alien, more like a fertility god than a person. My waist couldn't have been more than 24", yet the enormous black latex breasts I was staring at looked like they wouldn't fit through a hula-hoop. My legs were forced into a tiptoe position by the boots, and my cock was hanging out of the front of the suit, a masculine organ in an exaggerated feminine body. I noticed she was dressed in a similar cat suit, but with a skirt and enormous ebony tits where my fake ones were. Her face, framed by long black hair, had a small latex mask around her eyes, but that sensuous mouth of hers was exposed.

"You may be wondering about the clamps I put on your nipples under these tits", she said, grabbing one of the latex nipples. Incredibly, I felt the pinching, as the pain coursed through my body, my cock twitched again. "There are small motors in these tits, allowing whatever I do out here", she said, still pinching the nipples "to be felt by you all the way in there". I watched her as she crossed in front of me, kissing down my body until I felt her hot breath on my exposed and growing cock. I gasped as she took it into her mouth, almost instantly coming to full hardness. She caressed my smooth scrotum and worked her way up and down the shaft. I closed my eyes to enjoy the moment, then I felt a cold ring go around the base, and a click as it was locked into place. She backed away and I could see my cock stuck in a cock ring, fully engorged.

"Lights out" she said as the blindfold was replaced. I was then led over to a strange sort of contraption. I was made to kneel on risers that seemed about 6" off the ground. Straps were placed against the back of my knees to keep them into place, about 16" apart. My heels were then similarly fastened. I was bent over a curved bar which was attached to 3 "d" rings which were on the corset I was wearing.

My bound cock and tits hanging down, my ass exposed, she then locked my shoulders into place, along with my chin. My arms were raised and locked into place with each fist slightly above my head, about 1' away each on a 45 degree angle. 

I was slightly uncomfortable, but it wasn't horrible. I heard her move around the back of me and squirt a generous helping of lube onto my exposed asscrack. I heard her lubing something else up, and soon enough had what had to be a 1' long and 3" wide dildo shoved into my ass. I gasped at the intruder, nearly blacking out from the pain. Amazingly enough my ass managed to get used to the new presence, and then she began

inflating it even more. I could feel my asshole being stretched beyond belief as she finished, then setting it to vibrate. She only said "You'll thank me later". She then walked away and left me in that position for what seemed like an eternity. 

I began to, amazingly enough, nod off, when I began to hear voices. what seemed to be 10 or more women began coming towards me, commenting on my mistress' work. 

I began to be poked and prodded, hands tugging my cock which was begging for release, smacking my ass, driving the enormous dildo even further into my bowels. One was looking at my hands and said "Ooh, I like this new addition". It was then that I realized I was in waaaay over my head.

My mistress then addressed the crowd. "This here slut of mine wanted to experiment with a she male. I figured we would give her baptism by fire!"

She then went around to the back of me and ripped out the dildo. shoving 2, then 3, then 4, then amazingly her whole fist into my asshole, she announced that I was ready. My head was yanked back and the handle on the top of my mask was attached to a "d" ring on the back of my cat suit. This, with my chin being attached to the bar beneath it, made it so that my mouth was wide open, and I was unable to do anything to stop it. 

More lube was added to my backside, then some squirted into my hands, and rubbed onto my cock. I could smell a musky scent in front of me, and without warning, a huge rock hard cock was shoved into my ass. At the same time what seemed to be a baseball bat was shoved into my mouth. I instinctively recoiled, driving the cock in my ass even further in. The 2 of them began pistoning in and out of me and I could barely breathe when I felt a warmth against my cock. I realized someone was backing in underneath me, I could feel my tits dragging along their back as she worked my cock into her ass. The relentless pounding at my backside was helping to bury my imprisoned cock into the tight asshole in front of it.

A cock was then worked into my right fist, then one into my left. I tried to fight them by squeezing them, but that served the opposite purpose, the two assaulting my hands going into a frenzy. After what seemed like hours, I felt the cock in my ass stiffen even more, swell up, and then a huge dose of jizz was deposited deep into my bowels. The cock lodged in my throat began to throb, and I prepared for what was coming. I began to swallow, milking the cock with my throat as I heard a feminine grunt and then a load was unleashed that shot straight into my stomach. It kept pumping and began to overflow out of my mouth. I heard a pop, as the one in the rear pulled out of my ass, and was immediately replaced by another, larger cock. The presence from my mouth now gone, I heard a grunt as one of the girls fucking my fists began to come. My hands were apparently aimed perfectly at my mouth, as a large glop of semen hit me in the tongue. The one in my left hand followed suit, and before I could swallow it all down, yet another cock was in my mouth, and 2 more replaced the ones in my fists.

The girl below me apparently had enough as I felt my cock pop loose. My tits were grabbed and played with, I felt a mouth on my cock, and then someone else backing into me. 

Every time I thought it would be over, another cock replaced the hole it was attacking. Finally, after what seemed to be about 6 rounds of this furious fucking, I felt hands grasping at the cock ring that had delayed my enjoyment. I felt a mouth envelop my cock, 2 hands playing with my tits, and probably the largest cock yet in my ass. As the cock in my mouth began to spurt, the one in my ass about to cross that threshold, it became a sensory overload, and I finally was able to come, and I did in waves. Just as I came, I clamped down on the cock in my ass with all my strength and that caused yet another load to be spilled into my bowels, and I promptly passed out.

After being out for a few seconds, I was untied and allowed to meet the women who had violated me. I was amazed, every single one of them was absolutely beautiful and completely feminine except for the massive cocks that they were sporting. My jaw was sore, stomach full, and I had a steady stream of jizz running out of my ass. My mistress came up to me and asked how I liked shemales. My response: "I will see you next month, mistress!"



First Time with a Dominatrix



I always found it interesting how total strangers could get into deep conversations while seated side by side on an airplane. I guess it's a way to pass the time, realizing that they will probably never meet again. The smooth looking man seated next to the attractive woman on the other side of the aisle was describing something and I wondered if he was spinning a line or just being neighborly. I rarely had such conversations and never with a woman. I was far too shy for that, and certainly not the handsome man that I woman might want to chat up. Instead, I occupied myself by reading through my notes from the business meetings I'd had for the past two days and typing a summary into my laptop. I'd barely noticed the woman seated at the window in my row. She was reading a magazine and paying little attention to me.

As the engine noise droned on, I was surprise by the voice beside me. The woman was asking me a question and I had to ask her to repeat it. She wanted to know about my computer, saying that she was thinking of buying one and what I thought of the many models on the market. As I said, I'm not very good at small talk, but comfortable talking about things I am very familiar with. We discussed the various laptops available and where to get the best deals. I did ask her what business she was in and she'd replied that she was in business for herself. She didn't expand on what the business was and I was uncomfortable asking. I doubt if I would even have asked if it were a man I was talking to, that's my nature.

When the plane arrived at the gate, I was gathering my things from the overhead rack and juggling my computer bag. The woman thanked me for my advice and handed me a business card. I didn't have time to look at it and just tucked it into my jacket pocket. Several days later on arriving home from work, I noticed the card in my pocket and read it.

Mistress Jane -- Dominatrix

I must admit that I'd fantasized about being dominated by a woman and humiliated about my physical appearance. However, in my wildest dreams I'd never considered carrying out such a fantasy. My first impulse was to toss the card into a waste basket but for some reason I set it down on my desk. It stayed there for several days before I picked it up again. No address on the card, but the phone number was for a town a short distance away. I put the card back down and went on with the task at hand, paying my monthly bills.

It must have been about a month later that I picked the card up again. It was a Wednesday evening and I had no plans for the next few days or the week-end. I started to dial the number and then stopped. I walked around the room several times, getting up my courage and dialed again.

"Hello, you've reached the office of Mistress Jane. Please leave your name, number and a brief message. I'll get back to you."

My first impulse was to hang up, but instead I nervously gave my name and number. I also mentioned that we'd talked on the plane coming back from Chicago several weeks ago.

A few hours later the phone rang. I jumped to pick it up but decided to let the answering machine pick up instead. I heard her business like feminine voice saying she was sorry she'd missed me and asking me to please call back. Again my first instinct was to just ignore the call, but instead I quickly picked up and said hello. She was very businesslike and suggested that we should first meet at a coffee shop or bar to discuss how to proceed. I agreed and we arrange to meet the next evening after I got off work.

The day seemed to drag on forever. There was not a lot going on that week so I had to make lots of busy-work to pass the time. Five o'clock finally rolled around and I headed for the coffee shop where we'd arranged to meet. I got there 15 minutes early and after parking I had second thoughts. I started the car and pulled out of the parking lot and drove towards home. Several blocks down, I summoned my courage and slowly headed back. When I got there, I went in and saw her sitting in a booth towards the back of the room. On rubbery knees, I walked up to her, said hello and sat down.

She immediately sensed my discomfort and said that she'd guessed this was my first time meeting with a dominatrix. She assured me that she was supplying a professional service and as the customer, I had complete control over how deep an experience I wanted. I could stop at any time during our session. I was surprised at how professional and business like she appeared, not my vision of a cruel woman dressed in tight black leather with whips and chains. She asked me if I'd been with many women. I lied and said a few. When she found out that I went to the gym regularly, she asked if I showered while there and whether I was comfortable showering with other men. I was somewhat puzzled by the question, but confessed that being naked in the shower room was quite uncomfortable for me. She described several of the most common scenarios her customers requested and we established that bondage was definitely out, as was physical punishment. After a few more discussions we agreed to meet the coming Saturday night and she gave me a card with her address.

On Saturday evening, I found her street in a good neighborhood. Her house was small and well kept but secluded, being at the end of a short drive into the woods. As instructed I was dressed casually, wearing slacks and a pull-over shirt with short sleeves. I would not normally go out with short sleeves. I'm really skinny and don't like to expose my thin arms, but this is what she'd requested so here I was. I got out, shaking at little and rang the doorbell. After a few minutes, she answered, dressed in a professional but casual looking outfit. Well tailored slacks and a blouse accentuated her shapely figure. No jewelry or makeup and not unlike hundreds of women I'd seen at after business meeting social events. We quickly concluded our business transaction and she led me into an adjoining room. 

She asked me to take off my shoes and socks and stand in the middle of the soft carpeted floor. It was a medium sized room, about 12 feet by 14 feet with two doors, the one we'd come through and one on the far side. There were drape covered windows on either end. Very little furniture, a comfortable looking sofa and several straight backed chairs. If I wanted to live out a fantasy of a dungeon with whips and chains, this certainly wasn't it.

As she started talking, her toned changed. She instructed me from now to speak to her only as Mistress Jane. All questions were to be answered with a simple, Yes Mistress or No Mistress. If asked to elaborate, I was to keep my answer short and to the point.

I said, "Ok."

She glared at me, and I said, "Ok, Mistress Jane."

She then clapped her hands loudly and the door on the far side of the room opened. A tall heavily built man walked in. He had broad shoulders and his chest bulged under a tight fitting t-shirt. He was wearing sweatpants and like me, bare foot. I suddenly felt very weak. What had I gotten myself into? Would I really be able to stop the proceedings if they started going too far? I remembered the conversation at the coffee shop. She'd stated that like any business, it thrived on repeat customers. Part of the appeal of the situations customers found themselves in was being able to deal with their fears. To me this made so much sense. I recalled my concerns showering as an adult, remembering the humiliation I'd suffered in high school and finding out it wasn't all that bad. Now I understood the shower room question at the coffee house.

"Tim, this is Dan. He's going to be helping me tonight. Dan, take Tim to the sofa."

Dan grabbed me and led me to the soft. His large hand went completely around my arm and although he wasn't in the least bit rough, I felt completely dominated by him.

Mistress Jane came over and sat on the sofa, facing me. Dan was behind me now and I could feel his presence towering over me. I was quivering but hoping that it didn't show. Mistress Jane instructed me to raise my arms above my head. 

I did so, and she snapped, "How do we respond when given a command?"

I replied, "Yes, Mistress Jane," hoping she wouldn't notice the shakiness in my voice.

Suddenly Dan grabbed the sides of the shirt and pulled it off over my arms. I was too shocked to do anything but stand there with my arms up. How far was this stripping going to go? I'd fantasized about being stripped by a woman. Having a man present was never part of the scenario. Mistress Jane told me to lower my arms while she commented on my thin frame and hairless chest.

"It's a good thing you know about computers. Your certainly don't look like you could do anything a woman would expect of a man."

"Come closer and turn around. Let's see the rest of you," she commanded.

I turned around and noticed that Dan had also removed his shirt. He had a barrel-like chest with curly course black hair running from just below his neck clear down to his waist and disappearing into his sweatpants. Mistress Jane was now standing behind me and I could feel her cool hands running over my back and down my sides. This sent a cold chill through me. How far will this go? How far do I dare let this go? I wanted this and was afraid of it at the same time.

Mistress Jane turned me around so I was now facing her. She stood very close and I could feel the warmth of her body on my bare chest. I glanced down and could see her cleavage between shapely breasts. 

She realized where I was looking and glared at me while snapping, "That's not where your eyes should be looking. A skinny little boy like you couldn't dream of satisfying my needs!"

"Ok, Dan. Let's get on with this flimsy specimen," she said.

I hadn't realized that Dan was directly behind me again. He reached around me, undid my belt, unzipped my slacks and lowered them down. Mistress Jane instructed me to step out of my slacks and step towards her. I remembered to say, "Yes, Mistress," and did as told. I was wearing a very tight pair of black jockey shorts, again as instructed and she viewed me intently paying close attention to the slight bulge in front. She ran her fingers over my legs, first down the outside and then slowly up the inside. A shiver went through my body as she lightly glided her fingers over the faint outline of my genitals. I could feel her fingering my penis through the fabric but dared not look down, fearing a reprimand for looking at her cleavage again.

She then said, almost in a whisper, "Do you enjoy this Tim?"

I then looked down and could see her fingers in front of my jockeys, emphasizing the smallness of my package.

In a trembling voice, I replied, "Yes Mistress Jane."

"Do you want to take Dan's sweat pants off?" she asked.

"No, Mistress Jane," I replied.

"Dan, little Timmy here isn't interested in you. Do you want to show us how much of a man you are?" she asked, looking away from me and towards Dan.

"Yes, Mistress," he replied.

"You heard him," she said. "Go over there and take Dan's pants off."

"Yes, Mistress Jane," I replied and walked slowly over to Dan.

The cord that secured his sweat pants hung down the front and I fumbled as I tried to loosen it. I could feel the heat radiating from his body and I was puzzled by the feeling of excitement coupled with fright that came over me. I finally got the cord untied and moved to the side as I loosened the top of his pants. I was trying to avoid looking directly at him when I pulled them down but couldn't help but notice the enormous bulge he was sporting. I could vaguely make out the shape of a thick penis even with his loose fitting shorts.

"Which one of the Seven Deadly Sins are you thinking of right now," she asked Dan.

I was surprised by the question, but obviously Dan had heard it before and he replied that he felt Pride. She then asked me what sin I was thinking of. I hesitated, trying to remember the seven and finally replied, Envy.

"You don't feel Lust?" Mistress Jane asked.

"No, Mistress," I replied although there was a hint of hesitation in my voice. Hopefully she didn't notice it.

Mistress Jane then said, "Well now, I already know why Dan feels Pride and I'm pretty sure I know why Tim feels Envy. I could tell one of you to demonstrate your position but rather than do that, I'm going to give you a contest. The loser then has to do what I say. The contest is simple; I'm going to show a 'Frame Game' picture. The one who guesses first is the winner. "

I'm pretty good at Frame Games, but not knowing what the loser has to do left me with a no-win feeling. If I lost, would she have Dan show off by lowering his shorts or would she have him strip me? If I won, what would I do? I had always fantasized a dominatrix scenario with the mistress stripping me and commenting. Now there was a man in the mix. My mind went back several years to the time I started going to the gym as an adult. While initially very frightened showering in public, I'd gotten more comfortable after a time. However, any time I was in the shower with a particularly well endowed man my boyhood experiences came back to me and I always felt very vulnerable. Had he seen me? What were his thoughts? Was he amused? Was he contemptuous? At the same time, I was very uncomfortable about having to strip him. The feeling I got taking his sweat pants down was confusing.

Mistress Jane put up the picture.

INTR4IGUE

"Foreign Intrigue," I blurted out almost instantly.

"Excellent!" cried Mistress Jane. "Dan, you're the loser. I want Jim to go over there and strip you."

I hesitated, but went over and started to kneel behind Dan.

"That won't do," cried Mistress Jane. "I want you in front of him and I want you to look directly at him. See what he's so proud of. See what it is you envy."

I was already on my knees so felt doubly humbled having to crawl around in front of Dan. He was looking down at me, an amused and somewhat smug look on his face. I started to pull Dan's shorts down and Mistress Jane commanded:

"Go slowly now. Just lower them a little bit. Tell me what you see."

I lowered his shorts a few inches below his navel and said, "I see a very hairy stomach. The hair is black and very course."

"Excellent," exclaimed Mistress Jane. "Now lower them a few more inches. Slowly."

I lowered his shorts until the base of his penis started to show. I was fascinated with what I saw and surprisingly excited at the same time.

"He has a very thick cock," I called out, no longer waiting for the command. I then lowered the shorts a few more inches. Was his cock starting to move? It looked like it might be. My emotions were becoming confused. I know I look at other men while in the shower, but they often look at me. I wondered if I might actually be gay but had convinced myself that it was something all men did. I finally pulled Dan's shorts all the way down, now mesmerized by the long thick shaft barely inches in front of me. 

"Don't keep it all to yourself," Mistress Jane called out. "I want to know what you're looking at and how you feel."

"He has a very long thick penis," I said. "He's so much bigger than me. I'm not even close to that big when erect."

Mistress Jane asked, "How do you feel looking at him like that?"

I replied, "I've never dared look so closely at a man before. I'm not sure what I feel. I guess I'm a little frightened and intimidated. Excited too."

"Ok, that's enough of that," Mistress Jane said. Come over here, Tim and let's continue our session. Dan, do you want to see what Tim has been hiding? He thinks you're very big. Let's see how much bigger you are."

I knew this next moment was going to happen but was dreading it. While I wanted her to see me and comment, did I really want Dan's opinion? I guess in a way I did.

Dan came over, knelt in front of me and slowly removed my shorts. While I'd been excited looking at Dan, I was still frightened by the mixed emotions and I was as retracted as I'd been the first time I dared shower in public. My penis, short at the best of times was barely visible, pulled into my light sandy pubic hair. My testicles were drawn up close to my body and almost non-existent.

Dan didn't need to be told what to do and started commenting. "He's got one of the smallest penises I've ever seen. It can't be more than an inch long and really thin. The head is almost lost in the loose skin although he's circumcised. His testicles are the size of little grapes. His girlfriends must be very disappointed."

"Well Tim, are your girlfriends disappointed?" the dominatrix asked.

I stammered, trying to think of a good answer. I've never had any complaints didn't seem like the right reply.

"You've never been with a woman have you?" Mistress Jane called out. "You lied to me didn't you Tim? Dan, we've got a virgin here. Maybe he doesn't like girls. He certainly can't take his eyes off you. Ok, let's play another game. This time I'll tell you what the winner gets to do. He gets to be given a hand job. Or if Tim wins maybe it's just a finger job," she giggled.

It was a Frame Game again, but my head was so confused with the mixed emotions I was feeling that Dan finally came up with the answer. I wanted to run but at the same time I was mesmerized by Dan's huge cock and intrigued by how big it might get. It was quite wrinkled now so I knew it would grow appreciably. I kneeled in front of Dan and gingerly held his penis and raised it to a level position. I couldn't believe how heavy it was. I could barely get my hand around it and it felt hot to the touch. I began to stroke slowly and could feel it starting to thicken and stiffen. The head became swollen and a bright purple color. His scrotum jerked sporadically as it started to draw up, one of his egg sized testicles hanging down lower that the other. I could now hold his penis in two hands, a huge contrast to mine while masturbating when it barely filled one of my small hands. I could see a drop of moisture gathering at the tip and realized that his cock could stand pointing slightly upward without my support.

"I think Dan would like you to lick him," said the dominatrix.

She had little reason to command it. Now I wanted desperately to get my eyes as close to his member as I could. I licked and rubbed my face against that monster shaft and scrotum, all the time not noticing that I was now fully erect myself.

My erection was not lost on Mistress Jane and she commanded, "Dan, you've been getting enough attention. Tim needs some attention too."

Dan leaned down and pulled me to my feet. He knelt in front of me and started to finger my cock. I was surprised at how good it felt. He held the tip of my penis between his index finger and thumb and slowly stroked the shaft along the top and bottom with the index finger of his other hand. When he tickled my scrotum my penis twitched excitedly. He then stood behind me and passed his penis between my legs. It stuck out well beyond my pitiful organ. We then stood side by side facing Mistress Jane and stroked each other to an almost simultaneous orgasm. Jane made us each clean the other off with our tongues. I almost had a second orgasm as Dan engulfed my penis in his mouth and messaged it forcefully with his tongue.

Dan and I were both instructed to sit on the couch while Mistress Jane went to get some coffee, tea and cake. We relaxed and she asked me how I liked the session. I found out that Dan had been one of her early customers and occasionally helped out if the session with her male or female customers called for it. I was surprised at how relaxed I now was. Maybe it was just coming down from the high emotion of the previous several hours. I think partly it was the comfort I felt in dealing with my body appearance. I did envy Dan his big cock, now relaxed and hanging between his legs and resting on the couch. At the same time, I was oddly proud of my penis, now a thin withered worm lying on my leg.




First Time with a Dominatrix



Mistress Jane had us stand side by side in front of her while she examined us in a clinical manner. I was flaccid now, but not retracted. She handled each of us and made detailed comparisons. This is what I had wanted from my session, to be compared with other men she'd seen. Having a living comparison beside me was the icing on the cake. She held one of my small testicles in the fingers of her left hand while cradling one of Dan's in her right hand. She had us stand close to each other, as she held our penises side by side commenting on the contrast in size, color and texture. I became erect and she showed that Dan was still have as long again as I was and so much thicker.

I've gone back to Mistress Jane many times since then. Sometimes we are alone; sometimes she has a male partner and sometimes a woman. I really like the two women sessions with the women discussing between themselves how I look. However, I do enjoy the male partners as well, although I've never had the urge to explore my homosexual desires outside the dominatrix sessions.



First time with a Friend



"So what do you think?" Fiona asked. 

"It's, well, amazing. Have you used it yet?" Bobbie asked, holding the purple sex toy in her hand. 

"Yes." 

"On who?"

"Myself."

"Just yourself?"

"Well, no. But it's kind of weird."

"Don't worry, I won't judge you. Was it Frank? Did you fuck Frank with this?" Bobbie asked, holding the dildo up and turning it over. She examined it with great attention. 

"No, no, although the thought occasionally crosses my mind."

"Was it another guy?"

"No."

"Fiona, are you messing around with women now?' Bobbie asked, a smile spreading across her face. 

"Yes, no, well, not exactly. I was tied up, and she did not take off her clothes. It was really her doing it. She was on top of me, fucking me cowgirl!" Fiona said excitedly

"When did this happen? "

"A few days ago."

"I can't believe you did not tell me right away, "Bobbie replied with a pouty look on her face. 

"I, I did not know how I felt about it. But now I think I liked it."

"So why are you tell me about this, other than to get me hot and wet. I might need to borrow your toy in a minute."

"Umm, I, I, want you to use it on you," Fiona said, looking down at the ground and blushing. 

"Fiona Scarlett, "Bobbie exclaimed, using Fiona's middle name for emphasis, "We have never done anything like this. You finally really want to do it?"

Fiona looked a Bobbie. Her friend was visibly excited. She had a huge grin on her face and her cheeks were flushed. Bobbies nipples looked like they were about to poke through her T shirt. Bobbie was not wearing a bra, she rarely did. Her a cup breasts seemed perky enough without one.

"Just a quickie, no kissing, no foreplay. I'm still a little weirder out by girl girl stuff." Fiona said.

"Then why even do this? "

"The other night made me a little curious."

"Does Frank know you are doing this?"

"No, if he knew, he would be here." Fiona replied. 

"That's true, he has been hinting that he wants to see you with another woman. So how are we going to do this?"

"Doggie style," Fiona said, pausing to clear a lump in her throat. She could not believe the words came out of her mouth. She wanted to know what it was like to fuck someone, not just be fucked by them. Fiona was nervous and excited. The fabric of her shirt stretched over her swollen nipples. Fiona began to second guess her no foreplay statement. That would have to wait until next time, if there was a next time. 

"Okay," Bobbie replied, unbuttoning her shirt. 

"I'm not going to take my clothes off," Fiona said. 

"That's going to make it difficult to have sex" 

"I'm just going to unzip my shorts and have it sticking out."

"Well, I'm getting naked. If you can't resist my charms, well, I don't mind." Bobbie replied, dropping her shirt to the floor.

Bobbie's petite breasts jutted out on her chest. Fiona recalled kissing them. She had done it on a dare, not out of desire. But she had enjoyed it. Although Bobbie's breasts were smaller than her own, but Bobbie's nipples were slightly larger. Fiona could lick her own nipples, and was quite surprised at what looked like a small difference in size felt much larger. The feeling of having Bobbies breasts in her mouth had been a lot more arousing than Fiona expected.

"How will I know when you are, um, done? Does that thing spurt anything out?" Bobbie asked. 

"Somehow it knows when I come, and it starts vibrating. Trust me, you will know," Fiona replied.

Bobbie had wriggle out of her shorts, and was standing naked in front of Fiona. She put her hand between her legs.

"I am so ready for this," she said getting on her knees.

Fiona pulled down her shorts. The toy felt warm in her hand. With her other hand she pulled her soaked thong out of the way. Her finger grazed her pussy. She was ready too. The rounded end of the toy slipped easily inside her. Fiona followed Bobbie's gaze, her friend was completely focused on what Fiona was doing. With a quick tug she pulled her shorts back up, buttoning around her waist. The purple dildo jutted out the fly. 

"What happens if I suck it?" Bobbie asked. 

"I don't know, but I'm not ready to find out," Fiona replied.

Bobbie turned around and dropped her hands to the floor. She swayed bowed her back, offering her sex to Fiona. It felt like her heart was in her throat. Fiona wondered why she was so nervous. With one hand on Bobbie's ass she steadied herself. Grasping the silicone cock in her other hand she guided the toy between Bobbie's legs. Fiona bit her lower lip, then slowly thrust forward with her hips. The part of the toy that was inside her pressed on her G spot. Fiona looked down, watching the lips of Bobbie's pussy stretch around the purple shaft. 

"Oh God that feels good, "Bobbie exclaimed, pushing back against Fiona. Her action drove the toy all the way in. "It feels just like a real cock." 

Fiona had both her hands on Bobbie's ass as she pulled back. The shaft rubbed against her clit as she moved. It sent a tingle up her spine. Fiona had no doubt that both of them were going to have an orgasm. She thrust forward again. Bobbie moaned with pleasure. 

"Harder. Fuck me harder Fiona. I want you to make me come!"

Each time Fiona moved a little faster. Each time her hips pressed against Bobbie's ass with more force. Soon they were slamming into her, the sound of their flesh slapping together excited both of them. With each thrust Fiona's nipples rubbed against the soft fabric of her bra. She felt her orgasm building. Fiona gripped Bobbie's hips tightly and continued to thrust in and out of her. Suddenly climax surged through her body. It must have set off the dildo, because Bobbie started screaming. 

"Come inside me! Yes! Yes! Don't stop, please don't stop. I want you! Please don't stop"

Fiona was glad she kept her shorts on. The orgasm had exhausted her, and they were the only thing keeping the toy inside her. She stiffened her resolve and gripped it as tightly as she could. Bobbie had taken over thrusting, rocking her small body back and forth, taking the entire length of the dildo each time. Fiona felt her end of the toy start to vibrate, indicating Bobbie's orgasm. When the toy stopped she fell forward, lying next to Bobbie. Fiona replayed the image of Bobbie's ass in her mind, comparing it to the vision she had the first night he played with the toy. It wasn't the same. This wasn't what she dreamed of. Her thought were interrupted by Bobbie.

"So that's what its like, "Fiona said. 

" Was it good for you too? "Bobbie replied.

Fiona grinned at her friend. She unbuttoned her shorts and removed the toy, placing it on the bed. Fiona started to button her shorts, but Bobbie interrupted her.

"Leave them undone," Bobbie pleaded. 

"Why?"

"A girl can dream, can't she?"

"I'm just not ready for that to happen."

"I know. Can I have a turn with the toy?"

"I guess that's only fair, what do you have in mind?"

"I want what you had that night, but you don't have to tie me up. I promise I'm not going anywhere."

"I might have to tie you up so you will keep your hands to yourself, "Fiona chided. 

"I will be good, I promise, "Bobbie replied solemnly. 

"Okay."

Bobbie sprung to her feet and snatched the toy from the bed. She crawled to the middle of the mattress and lay on her back. Holding the toy with both hands she eased it between her legs.

"How long were you able to hold this? Either you really wore me out, or you have some serious muscle tone." Bobbie said. 

"Oh, I forgot, "Fiona said, walking to the night stand an opening a drawer. She rummaged around for a minute, then extended her hand to Bobbie. 

"It has a harness to help hold it in place," she instructed, handing the nylon apparatus to her friend.

Fiona watched and Bobbie slipped the harness on. She did enjoy seeing Bobbie naked. With her small stature and quick movements, she looked like some kind of wood elf from a fairytale. Once she had the straps tight around her hips, she reclined again on the bed. The toy appeared huge next to her petite frame. Bobbie had both hands on the shaft of the toy, slowly stroking it. It was still wet and slippery from their previous encounter. 

Fiona stood and slipped her shorts off. She kept her thong on, just as Jade had. Fiona hesitated, looking at the unusual sight of Bobbie with a big purple dick.

"Come on, it's not like you have never ridden a cock before. I've seen you do it," Bobbie teased. 

"This is the first time it's been with someone that has tits, "Fiona replied. 

"What, these little things?" Bobbie responded, putting a hand on her own breast.

Yea, Fiona thought, those wonderful little things. Fiona took a deep breath and crawled onto the bed. She straddled Bobbie. 

"Go slow, "Bobbie instructed, "I want to watch."

"You are so much like a guy."

Fiona slowly lowered herself. She felt the dildo slide into her pussy. Even though both ends were about the same size, the penis shaped part always felt bigger. She looked down at Bobbie. She had let go of the toy and had her hands above her head. Her wrists were pressed into the mattress, feigning restraints. She caught Bobbies gaze, and they locked eyes. It sent a shiver down Fiona's spine, but in a good way.

Fiona leaned forward, pinning Bobbie's wrists to the bed. The continued to stare into each other eyes. Fiona pressed herself against Bobbie's hips. She felt the toy fill her.

"Hold still," Bobbie whispered.

For a moment they both remained motionless, peering deep into each other's eyes. Slowly Bobbie began to thrust her hips up and down. As she did, her eyes shifted to where they were joined. Fiona followed her friends gaze. She could see her thighs pressed against Bobbie's. Fiona eyes shifted up, drinking in the sight of her naked friend writhing below her. This was the second time in a week she had been in bed with another woman. The first time was driven by events. She had been caught up in the flow of things, and made a decision she might not have if things had progressed slower. She did not regret it. Tonight she made the decision freely. 

She still had a conflict in her head. Something primal in her wanted to lean down and kiss Bobbie on the lips, but something else stopped her. She felt restrained, not by ropes and straps, but by something she could not quite put her finger on. Despite the conflict in her head she felt a climax building inside her again. All though her midsection her muscles clenched in a delightful way. The toy began to vibrate, telling her something she already knew. Bobbie was coming. Fiona could see, she could hear it. Fiona's own orgasm exploded throughout her body. She shuddered and strained to keep from collapsing onto Bobbie's naked sweaty body. Completely drained, she rolled onto the bed. Both of them were gasping for breath

"That," gasped Bobbie, "was awesome. And that toy is going on my Christmas wish list. What kind of elves make toys like that?"

"The naughty kind, "Fiona retorted. They both burst into laughter.

It took a few minutes for the giggling to subside. When it did they looked at each other.

"Do we tell the boys?" Bobbie asked. 

"Not now, they are not ready. They would just want to watch. It would be interesting getting some quid pro quo out of it."

"Really, you want Frank and Tom to, uh."

"No, not that..."

"Not that there is anything wrong with it." Bobbie interjected. Once again they burst into a fit of laughter. 

"If you do the Elaine dance, I am leaving," Fiona warned. 

"I miss that show." Bobbie lamented. 

"Me too."

"So what would you have them do?" Bobbie asked. 

"Just make out, like they did last time."

"Remember what else happened that night?"

"Yes, I put my mouth on your breasts."

"Just hearing you say that turns me on. I wish you had not stopped"

"I needed to. I was not ready for any more."

"If we do this again, I want you naked."

"Agreed."

"And kissing."

"Agreed, but just a little. No tongue you little minx," Fiona said with a quiet sigh. 

"And foreplay."

"Not yet."

"You know, this was my first time, you know, with a woman." Bobbie said softly. 

"Really, you talk about being bi-curious so much."

"Yea, I talk a lot. Was it different, you know, with someone you know?"

"Yes, different. Both were fantastic. Like dark chocolate and milk chocolate."

"Was this your second time? Or have you done more?" Bobbie asked. 

"It might have been my third. There have been a few times that I was blindfolded and I did not know who was touching me or fucking me."

"Holy shit. You really could not tell?"

"Did it feel like a dildo when I was fucking you?"

"No. It felt like a cock. It was warm and smooth and everything. If they could attach that to a robot that put the seat down and dance... perfection."

Fiona climbed off the bed and bent over to pick up her shorts.

"You really did not take off your thong. I forgot about that. That's kinda crazy," Bobbie exclaimed. 

"Yea, she did not either. She even left her skirt on."

"That's just strange."

"Actually she was being thoughtful. She knew I was iffy on being with a woman. I'm sure she would have preferred to be naked."

"Were you naked?"

"I had my pajama top on, but it was open. And I had the toy strapped to me. Does that count as clothing?"

"So you were naked for her, but not for me?"

"I was naked for a man, she was just the warm up act."

"You did not tell me about the man."

"There was nothing to tell. He decided I was not worthy of him, and he was right. He fucked her instead, while she was on her hands and knees above me. "

"Who is he?" Bobbie asked indignantly, "It sounds like he needs his ass kicked."

"No, he was teaching me something, something I would not have learned any other way. I think it's going to work out pretty well," Fiona explained. 

"I don't know if I should glad I am not you, or jealous."

"Be glad you are you, I know I am."

Bobbie slowly loosened the harness and removed the toy. She started to hand it to Fiona, but then took it back. She slide her lips over the end of the shaft, taking into her mouth and down her throat. Bobbie closed her eyes and held it between her lips for a moment, then handed it to Fiona.

"I just had to know what it would be like to suck your dick," she whispered. 

"And?"

"When you are okay with foreplay, it will be on the list."

Bobbie rolled off the bed and stood up. She gathered up her clothes and put them on. Fiona put the toy away and straightened up the bed.

"So this is our little secret?" Bobbie asked. 

"Yes, yes it is. Are we okay? Is anything different?"

"Well," replied Bobbie, "I know what you taste like, that's a little different. And we have to be okay, we are BFF's"

Bobbie glanced at the clock and a look of shock sprang on to her face.

"What's wrong?" Fiona asked

"I was supposed to meet Tom 30 minutes ago, I did not think I would be here quite so long."

"Is he going to be mad?"

"No, crap, what do I tell him. I guess I can't say I have been having sex with you, can I?"

"No, just tell him we were massaging each other. That's not too far from the truth, and I'm sure he won't mind thinking about that."

"Oh, when I get through telling him about it he will be glad I'm late."

"Call me later, I want to hear that story too."

The two friends hugged, and Bobbie hurried out the door

Fiona sat on the bed. She wondered what she should tell Frank. They had never kept secrets from each other. Frank knew about her encounters with Jade, both real and suspected. He enjoyed listening to her describe them. She would tell him there was another woman, but that he would have to wait to hear the details. And the wait would be totally worth it. It was a deal she fully intended to keep.



First Time With A Girl



I thought I would tell you about my friend, Lydia, who visited last weekend. It was her birthday on Friday and she arrived late in the evening with all her presents wrapped up in a box. I added mine to the pile. I bought her a figurine made by Lladro, she collects them.

Though she knew I was bisexual, there was never anything sexual between us. She had told me in the past, that she was slightly bi-curious but had no intention of doing anything about it. We have a mutual friend, Will, who often made innuendos about my sexuality and has suggested on more than one occasion about threesomes with his gf. At one big party a year or so ago, the talk progressed to sex (after many bottles had been consumed). The chat revealed many secrets, including a couple who revealed that they had had a threesome, with another woman. The wife had told how much she enjoyed being intimate with another woman, and that it had always been a fantasy of hers. Will then asked everyone there whether they had any bi experiences or curiousity. The question went around the room, and Lydia admitted she had fantasized about kissing a woman.

She became the centre of attention and joked, "so which of you girls wants to fuck me?"

One of the guys admitted he had sucked a cock or two at college, which moved attention from Lydia, to her relief.

Anyway, back to last weekend. We sat down with a bottle or two of wine and she started to open the presents. One of them was from Will, it was a rectangular box with a card on the front. Both were left with me, the card reads

"Use this if a girl wants to fuck you."

She was nervous about opening the box, but I egged her on. When she opened the box she found two dildos and a harness. Lydia looked confused and I laughed. I explained how it worked and she sort of understood, but I could see she was embarrassed, so I went and opened another bottle and pushed the sex toy away and offered my gift.

Later after all the presents had been opened, and she had loosened up more (some way through the second bottle), she told me how much she liked the figurine and leant over to kiss me on the cheek. Lydia half lost her balance and ended up on top of me, kissing my neck. She laughed, straightened up and kissed me gently on the cheek. She sat down next to me, on top of the half hidden toy from Will. Moving it out from behind her, she started asking about it.

I told her more about strap-ons and how they were (occasionally) used in the bedrom. Lydia asked me to put the harness on her, which did not work with her flowing skirt. I was wearing jeans and offered to model it. She was disappointed and asked if I minded her trying again with her skirt off.

I laughed and said

"You are welcome to strip."

With her skirt off, she pulled the harness on. However, her long blouse kept getting under the straps so she undid a few buttons, this made it worse so she took that off as well. Lydia remarked that it did not fit very tightly, but I let that pass. She grabbed one of the dildos and asked me to fit it in place, I insisted on the second dildo and though puzzled she accepted. It was difficult to fit with her already wearing the harness and we both had to put our hands against her panty covered crotch many times before it was inserted correctly. Her underwear was obviously wet from this attention.

I had never thought about Lydia sexually until then, but with her standing in my lounge in red bra and white wet (almost see-through) panties with a large dildo strapped to her waist and her doing thrusting movements while giggling, made me shiver slightly.

"Would you like to try it on?" Lydia asked.

I agreed, and she slid the thing down and handed it to me. I started to pull it up my legs.

She said, "No you don't, come on...strip first."

I paused and she egged me on, so I pulled my top off and dropped my jeans.

"I love the sexy CK arabesque bra and panties." she said.

Lydia looked down at her red and white combo and remarked that she wished she had worn a matching set.

I had my back to her as I was pulling on the harness and said, "You are welcome to remove your wet pants."

With the straps in place I turned to Lydia and saw her lovely breasts free from the bra.

"You can talk." she said (to hide her nervousness), "I can see your shaved pussy, you are so wet."

I moved closer to her, the dildo pressing against her crotch and whispered in her ear, "Been staring at my naked cunt, sexy Lydia?"

Lydia backed off and suggested I remove the strap-on and said, "Can we talk about something else."

I took the strap-on off and she smiled and said she still felt comfortable almost naked. I joked and mentioned something about her skirt coming in to contact with her wet panties. She smiled again and said that we should put a towel on the sofa before we sat down to watch the one of the dvd's that she had just received.

I laughed and plonked myself down and said the sofa had seen some action. She laughed and we watched the film together, close for warmth and comfort. Both of us tearful in places throughout the film, I kissed her tears away in a friendly way. Once or twice she kissed me the same, and when the two stars kissed, she kissed me on the lips quite passionately.

We continued watching the film, holding hands, touching sometimes. When the film actress was in a dress, I looked at Lydia.

"Your tits are nicer than the actress on screen!" I remarked.

Lydia pushed her braless breasts together and said, "Really?"

She let me play with them a bit, and kiss them...and kiss her full on the mouth. I took my top off.

"Like to return the compliment, no strings attached?" I said.

"I have never kissed another woman's breasts!" she replied.

I leaned closer and half lifted my left breast. She spent so long (probably just a couple of minutes) kissing and fondling them, I had to rewind part of the film we had missed.

After the film finished, I offered to let her get dressed, but she said she was very comfortable almost naked.

I stood to poor some more wine and said, "Your fondling of my tits has made me wet again."

I peeled my wet champagne panties down and stepped out of them. "If you are uncomfortable, I will put on some clean undies."

I turned my back to her and went and turned the tv off and put some music on. As I walked back towards her, the first thing I noticed were some damp white knickers on the floor. I looked up and Lydia had a cushion in her lap,

"Better not hold it too close to your wet pussy." I said and laughed.

She laughed back and was relaxed enough to move the cushion away. I sat down next to her on the sofa and turned to face her cross legged. As we chatted about various things, she kept turning to me and glancing down between my legs. When she realised I had caught her looking at my cunt, she half smiled, and hesitated.

"Come on," I said, "tell me what you are thinking?"

Lydia said "You are very smooth, and so lacking in hair!" pointing to my cunt.

"Do you ever cut yourself with the razor?" she asked.

"I wax and would be happy to show you later?" I queried, "Though I love how you have neatly trimmed your bush."

She idly touched the outline of her pubic hair and turned and probably without thinking moved and faced me in a similar lotus position, so that I could now see her fully opened and glistening labia.

"I trim it most evenings to keep it this way." Lydia remarkeded.

I leaned forward and ran my finger over the edge and complimented her work again, she did not attempt to move my hand so I stroked her bush.

"mmm, lovely." I said

I noticed the wet patch on the sofa.

"Still aroused, Lydia?" I asked.

She did not answer, but asked me, "What about you?"

I ran my fingers over my inner lips and said "mmmm, oh yes."

Lydia looked a bit uncertain.... 

"I am not embarrassed, playing with myself in front of you." I reassured her. "Play with yourself!" I ordered her. 

She started to put her fingers over her vagina, as much to cover herself as to obey my instruction.

Lydia said, "We should go to our own bedrooms now!"

"I enjoy watching you," I said, "do you like watching me?"

Lydia nodded. "What about the sofa."

"It is already wet, lets see how much worse it can get?" I said and laughed.

"You are rude." she said, but smiled.

Lydia closed her eyes and started fingering herself more. I leaned over and kissed her. She started to move her hand from her pussy. I put my hand over her own, between her legs.

"Don't stop." I told her.

After about a minute of fingering, she came, making both her hand and mine wet. During this time her tongue and mine had met in each others mouths, in a full minute long passionate kiss.

After Lydia had cum from fingering herself, she relaxed and smiled

"I enjoyed that." she said.

I was licking my fingers, and told her, "I like the taste of your cum."

She laughed and waved her fingers and asked me if I wanted to taste some more. Pretending to misunderstand her offer, I jumped down from the sofa, pulled her legs forward, so that her bum was on the edge of the seat and quickly pressed my face to her wet cunt. She was taken aback, but was far too hot and horny to put up any protest. As I was licking and sucking her labia and clit, I was rubbing my own crotch, making sure I stayed near the edge but not cumming. Lydia has lovely labia, which became redder under my attention. She came again very fast and soaked my face in her second orgasm. After a few seconds, I got up and sat down beside her again facing her, still fingering myself, and smiled.

I could see Lydia had her mouth open and was licking her lips.

"Would you like to return the compliment?" I asked her.

She shook her head firmly, so I leaned over and kissed her passionately and she kept her mouth open and we shared tongues for a while. I moved back and with her mouth still open and tongue ready, I placed my fingers in her mouth and she sucked some of my pussy juice.

"I taste OK?" I asked

She nodded

"Nobody will ever know." I said and smiled.

She looked at my glistening lips and slipped off the sofa, still near the other end. I quickly moved to her end of the seat, put my hands on her shoulders and kissed the top of her head and opened my legs wide in front of her.

"If you dont like it, just stop and we can watch another of your DVDs." I said softly.

She briefly looked up at me, smiled and shook her head. For the next ten minutes or so, she did not exactly rock my boat, but then she started to learn the art of dining on a cunt. Over the next hour I came several times.

Lydia was surprised so much time had passed, when she finally sat back down on the sofa. My new best friend was quiet for a while and I put some more music on. She then said that she would be sober by morning and not want to ever repeat this, so she wanted to use the strap on tonight!!!!

"Are you joking?" I asked.

She stood up and retreived the harness with the dildo still sticking forward. She started to pull it up her legs.

I stopped her and said, "Wait, let me get the other, smaller dildo."

"Afraid of a big cock?" she asked.

"No." I replied. "This small one works as an anchor, keeping the bigger one in place."

Lydia was still holding the harness half way up her legs. I put the dildo in the loop below the other one, facing the opposite direction.

Lydia looked puzzled for a moment, then realised!

"That goes in....me!" she said.

"Yes" I replied. "In your CUNT!" I emphasised the last word.

"I thought the strap-on was a bit loose before." Lydia commented. "I am still wet," she paused, then said "my CUNT is still very wet!" She said and smiled. "Shove that thing in."

She opened her legs a bit wider, I stood closer to her and we kissed passionately as I eased the anchor fully into her waiting vagina. I sat back on the sofa, my bottom near the edge, my legs open wide. I held open my labia and said she was lovely and sexy

"Come and fuck MY cunt." I then said, "If you want to fuck my arse instead, I will have to get some oil first." and giggled.

"You are very rude!" she exclaimed before pushing the dildo straight into my waiting cunt.

"Oh.....Oh.....Oh.....Oh yes, yes, fuck me!" I groaned.

"Oh god, the strap-on is rubbing against my clit hood." she said, breathlessly. "Oh! Oh! Oh GOD."

After a couple of minutes we slipped off the sofa and fell apart.

"The plastic cock kept wriggling about in my cunt." Lydia commented.

She grabbed the dildo protruding from her crotch.

"Want some more?" she asked.

"I am going to have to give Will a big kiss." I said.

"Me too." she said.

Lydia moved on top of me, sliding part of her present from Will, back in to my waiting cunt.

"MMMM.... Lydia.....Oh yes, Oh yes that feels sooo good, fuck me Lydia!"



Lydia drilled my cunt for nearly two hours, both of us having many orgasms. She suggested we briefly try swapping positions.

It was more than an hour later, that we walked naked hand in hand to share a shower. Afterwards, with us both wrapped in towels, I pointed to her room and said goodnight. Lydia pulled my towel off me and said she wanted to spend the night in my arms. I grabbed the top of her towel and pulled her to me, as it slipped down. I fondled her bum and kissed her. As we got into bed, I remarked that I might not be able to keep my hands off her.

"Good." she said.



First Time with a Girl



I walked into the club feeling nervous. I knew what was going to happen tonight and even though I wanted it, had wanted it for so long, I wasn't entirely sure I could go through with it. I saw him at the bar, ordering the drinks and my heart sped up. I felt my body responding and knew then and there that I would do whatever he wanted. 

Walking over I put my hand on his shoulder, "Hi" I said as I felt him tense. 

He smiled at me, "You came."

"I wasn't sure I would" I said "But I couldn't stay away."

Pulling me close, he nibbled my bottom lip. "Have a drink" he said "We have a room booked across the street" 

I reached for the glass, looking into his eyes "I don't want to wait" I said, drinking the shot down. 

He took my hand and we walked out, over to the hotel where he led me to the room, "Are you sure?" he asked. "Once we go in there there's no turning back."

I nodded, taking a deep breath. He kissed me before unlocking the door. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him close as his tongue parted my lips and wrapped around mine. My body was already tingling with anticipation. As we pulled apart and walked in she got up from the bed, coming over to meet us. 

"Hi" she said "I'm Sarah." 

"Hi I'm Amy, and you've already met Greg, my boyfriend." I say.

She nodded and unfastened her robe. I heard Greg swallow a moan as her naked body came into view. I was surprised at how forward she was being, but was already getting turned on as I saw how hard Greg was. Walking closer she kissed me hard as Greg went over to the bed, unfastening his trousers as I kissed her back. She started to open my jacket and Greg smiled when he saw that I wore nothing under it like he'd asked. 

Sarah smiled as she saw; she dropped my jacket to the floor and ran her eyes down my body. Taking my hand, she led me to the bed. I was nervous but could already feel myself getting wet; Greg's eyes were on mine as we came close to him. He was naked now, his arousal clear. I smiled at him, stroking my fingers over him as she kissed me again. I moaned at the feel of her body pressed against mine as I wrapped my hand around Greg's hard cock. He moved to the chair in the corner as Sarah and I lay down on the bed together. 

We kept kissing, our tongues meeting as we ran hands down each other's bodies. Her hands caressing my breasts as I moan softly. I see that Greg is excited and watch him as she leans to take my hard nipple in her mouth. My back arches as I bite my lip, my eyes on Greg's, so turned on by them both. She teases my nipple, biting and sucking as she uses her fingers to pinch the other. I bite my lip as I watch Greg's movements, his hand wrapped around his cock, working himself hard as he looks at me. She kisses her way down my body as my skin dampens, I feel myself tense in anticipation as her mouth finds me. Her tongue running up the slit of me as I suck in a breath sharply. 

I feel her lick up and down my slit, my swollen lips quivering as her tongue teases. Knowing how wet I am as she runs her tongue inside of me, lapping up the wetness. Her tongue finds my hard little clit and I cry out as she nibbles and sucks it into her mouth. As she teases my clit I feel her sliding two fingers into my tight hole, my wetness allowing her to stretch me as she moves in me, finding my g-spot and relentlessly rubbing and pressing it as she works my clit harder. I start to shake and moan as a massive orgasm rips through my body, flooding me as I feel my juices running down me, onto Sarah's face as she continues torturing me. I see Greg start to jerk harder watching us, wanting him to enjoy what was happening to me. 

My shakes died down as Sarah takes out her fingers and licks me up and down slowly, licking the juices from me as I shiver. She kisses her way softly up my body, rolling my rock hard nipples between her fingers. As she kisses my neck, reaching to the bedside drawer and taking out a huge strap on. My eyes widen as I look at Greg, he's watching her with pure lust in his eyes as she straps it on and pulls me to the edge of the bed. Slowly she slides the dildo into my tight, tight pussy, pushing all the way into me as I cry out. 

Greg moves over to the bed and kisses me as Sarah starts to slowly fuck me. Whispering how much he loves me as he watches me being fucked. If I'm honest with myself this is no longer about pleasing him. I reach up and pinch a nipple, rolling it between my fingers as I thrust my hips up, meeting her with every penetration. My moans getting louder as I found myself cumming again, amazed at how powerful it was. 

As I lay back, limp and exhausted, Greg grabbed Sarah and kissed her, his cock pressing against her as I watched. His fantasy of watching being overtaken by the need to be a part of it. She pushes him away and lies back on the bed. I tell Greg to go and sit down as I lean over and kiss her softly. My hands exploring her body, touching the places I like to be touched, hearing her breath heavy as her skin dampened. I stroked a hand up her thigh, slowly moving over her mound and back down again, her moan telling me she was enjoying. I had never touched a woman this way before and was a little hesitant, but she begged me to go on. 

I started to kiss my way down, stopping at her breasts to softly suck a nipple into my mouth, my tongue flicking it as I pinched her other. I lick down her stomach and as I reach her pussy, I falter. She lifts her hips, begging me to touch her. I start by running finger between her lips, never having touched any but my own I was unsure of myself, but her moans and thrusts telling me I was right. I leaned forward, running my tongue after my finger, hearing Greg groan and knew he had just cum, but ignoring him. I was so hot knowing he was watching, feeling her wetness against my tongue as I reached for her clit, my tongue grazing it as she pushes herself down on me. I took it into my mouth and flicked my tongue hard over it, encouraged by her moans, sucking softly as she writhes beneath me, her hands on my head forcing me harder. I nibble her clit as I slide a finger in, slowly starting to move in and out as I reach for her g-spot, pressing against it as she thrusts against my hand, my tongue working her clit as I taste her. Suddenly my mouth is flooded as she shakes violently, crying out as she cums. 

Greg grabs me and turns me to him, kissing me hard, thrusting his tongue into my mouth as I hold onto him, dazed. I kiss him back passionately, knowing that he can taste her. My hands stroke down his body reaching for his cock and finding him hard again. Leaning back, he climbs onto the bed, never breaking the kiss as he pushes himself into me. Neither of us notice the door opening and closing as Sarah leaves the room. 

I cry out as Greg thrusts in to me over and over, my hips rising to meet his as he pushes deeper. He rises up and pulls me into him, his hips pounding against me as he lifts my legs higher until they are resting over his shoulders. He places his hands under me, lifting my hips higher as he slams himself in over and over, rubbing against my g-spot, harder and deeper than I've ever felt him. I cry out, moaning as the pressure builds in me, my body arching and stiffening as I scream out. My pussy clenches him, tightening even more around his cock as he starts to spasm, emptying into me. As we both collapse onto the bed, he pulls me close. We notice that we are alone now and look at each other smiling. 

"How was that?" he asked me. 

"It was amazing." I said to him "I'm glad you talked me into trying it once."

"I loved watching baby," he said "but I don't ever want to share you again. No matter how hot it is to see." He nibbled my neck softly, as his hands ran absently down my body, his fingers stroking me where I was most tender. I moved against him, not able to get enough of him. I turned to kiss him, pressing my tongue to his as I rode his hand. As the light started to pour through the hotel window, I climbed astride him and took him into me, slowly riding his cock as he stroked my shaking body. 



First Time with a Girl (and guy!)



My first time with a girl came about completely by chance. I've always had a boyfriend, or at least a fuck friend and didn't really dabble into girls too much. Erotica and even actual porn always turned me on though and I always thought that was weird because I thought it was a guy thing. The sites that turned me on the most were with all girls, I loved watching them and most of my boyfriends eventually found out. Still, besides just simple fooling around like kissing a girl topless on a bet and things like that, I had never been with one. Then my last boyfriend Stu and I decided to go down to Miami at the end of the school year. 

We ended up going to a dance club and got invited to a huge party at someone's house. We met a girl from Hawaii there named Mele who was just insatiable. Everything about her was a turn on. She had a perfect skin tone, breasts, abs, everything. The way she walked, the looks she would give, the way she would just touch me was unlike anything I had ever felt. She basically attached herself to us the whole night as we got completely wasted together. My boyfriend was loving the attention of another girl but it was more us than anything. The conversation quickly turned to sex as we discussed things we liked, fantasies we had, everything. It was then that she told me she was bi and asked if I had ever tried a women. Maybe it was the alcohol but for some reason I wasn't embarrassed as I told her about my porn addiction and that I had always fantasized about it secretly. Somehow as I was saying this she just leaned in and started kissing me! 

At first I was shocked but I completely gave into the kiss. It was so different but so amazing, her soft lips pressed against mine, her hand started to rub up my leg as her tongue pushed into my mouth in search for my tongue. When they touched it was like electric, my nipples were already hard and I was acutely aware of her hand, wishing it would go higher. She tasted so good, so soft, our tongues were perfect for each other, I was oblivious to everything else. Her other hand touched my check, went down my neck towards my aching breasts. I was at a complete loss as to what to do with my hands, she was in control, I would have done anything. She then broke the kiss, looked into my eyes and asked if I wanted to go find a room. At that moment Stu kind of coughed, I had completely forgotten he was there. I turned to face him and he had a huge grin (what is it with guys liking to see girls do it?) and a huge tent. I couldn't have cared less, all I wanted was her, but she turned to Stu and said he could come too but was in no way allowed to touch her, just me.

She seemed to know the house and took us to a room downstairs with a bed and a sofa. Stu went to the sofa and Mele took me to the bed. I was a bit more nervous now that I had time to think about what I was about to do, but as soon as her hand touched my face and brought me in for a kiss, I could think of nothing else. She very quickly undid my bikini top and as soon as her hands found my breasts, I thought I would stop breathing. Something inside of me was building like never before, no guy ever had this effect on me. She then ran her hands on the underside of my breasts then up the center and bent her head and kissed my nipple. I was completely wet, I wanted more. I think she could tell because she became a bit more frantic with her hands and kissing. Her tongue rolled around my nipple as her hands found their way down to my pussy. She cupped it and I began to grind against her hand without realizing what I was doing. I was completely gone, I just kept grinding harder and harder, I could feel it building, then before I knew it I was on my back and she was pulling my bottoms off. 

Somehow she was naked and I hadn't noticed. A fleeting thought of fear passed until her hands began sliding up my legs and she lay on top of me. I then tentatively placed my hands on her breasts as she let out a moan. That pushed me on and I brought her breasts to my mouth and tentatively licked her nipple. I felt her shudder as she leaned down onto me, mashing her breast into my face, I started licking and sucking without hesitating. This got us going faster, we went in a frenzy, my leg was pressed against her pussy as she pushed and rubbed into me and we were kissing and feeling and it was building, god it was incredible. We were passionate I was so wet for her and she seemed to know exactly what I needed. She quickly had her head between my legs and when her tongue touched my pussy I screamed! I felt like I couldn't take it any longer and this incredible thing that had been building was ready to burst! 

She was just getting started though, it was so much more sensual than a guys mouth, she knew just where to dart her tongue, just where to lick, I was in tears it was so amazing. I was bucking and grinding and moaning, I had no control, she had it all. When she finally found my clit and sucked while flicking her tongue, it pushed me over and I came hard. It was the biggest, longest, best orgasm I had ever had and I bet the whole house knew that my now. I was pounding the bed with my fists and everything inside me exploded. She kept on going and finally I just couldn't take it any longer so I brought her face to mine and kissed deeply, I could taste myself on her lips as she was moaning. I then realized that her fingers were between her legs and that she was in desperate need of release. I turned her over and started licking down her body. No reservation now, all I wanted to do was taste her, compare her to myself, I wanted her to feel what she had just given me. I knelt down underneath her and brought my head down to her already wet pussy. I could smell how turned on she was and it was incredible. I lowered my face and started kissing. 

Just then I felt hands on my ass and jumped. I looked behind me and Stu was standing with his stiff cock in his hand about to put it in my pussy from behind. I had completely forgotten about him and frankly, this annoyed me, but I was too turned on to care. I could feel his hard cock slide into my pussy but it had nothing on Mele's tongue. Stu had a pretty good size cock and it had always pleased me but it was nothing but an annoyance now because all I wanted was her. I bent back down to Mele's pussy as Stu began thrusting his cock in and out of my pussy. Since I was so wet he had no problem going in and out and took the liberty of going as fast and hard as he could. I started licking Mele's outer lips, swirling around, tasting all of her, as my head bounced with the force or Stu's cock. I then began flicking my tongue inside her as she was moaning and grabbing my face. 

After less than a minute I heard Stu groan and could feel him cumming. When he pulled out I could feel his sperm dripping down my leg but I just didn't care, I kept on licking. It was a different feeling to have my face in a pussy but it tasted incredible and I just kept licking for all I was worth and when I found her clit she screamed and so I focused on that. My hand found my own clit through the sperm and I began rubbing it, god I wanted another one. As she started moaning louder and bucking I could feel myself about to go over the edge again. Finally she screamed that she was cumming and not to stop. My hand went faster and just as I was cumming she let out another scream as I sucked on her clit and we were both bucking and moaning and I just collapsed on her. Stu was in the chair stroking his cock with the biggest grin ever... it was then that I knew I had gone girl and there was no going back. It was unbelievable. 

Needless to say I dumped Stu when we got back but he had a story to tell his friends, I kept in contact with Mele, but now I've just been on the hunt to find more sexy girls that are willing to help me explore my new sexuality with them... even if at times all I can find is sex chat, it still gets me off!!



First Time With A Guy



One Saturday morning I awake to find the sun shining through my bedroom window. It looks as if it will be a beautiful day and I feel wonderful as I remember the dream I was having just before I woke up. In it, I was being fucked deeply up my ass on all fours by a beautiful blond hunk with a lovely long and hard cock while sucking on the cock of his twin! I was dressed in an ultra sexy hot red latex corset with garters and stockings and matching thigh high boots. Of course, as is usually the case, I woke up just as my dream hunks started to cum…

My cock is throbbing within my tight pink silk bikini panties under my sexy pink silk nightgown and I feel so sexy and feminine as I stretch my long hard body against my satin sheets. I fondle my throbbing cock and squirm in bed as I fantasize the ending of my dream when suddenly the phone startles me. It is Tom, the painter I have scheduled to come by to paint my kitchen. I have never met him, but he sounds very nice and was recommended by a friend. He tells me that he will be arriving within 30 minutes and as I hang up I am disappointed that I was again interrupted before climax.

Getting out of bed, I head for the shower where I slip out of my nightgown and my panties. After a quick shower, I choose my outfit for the day. Normally on the weekend, I would dress up in a sexy girl's outfit and wear makeup, but today since the painter is coming, I can't fully indulge my feminine side. Nevertheless, I decide to wear some sexy lingerie under my male clothes. I choose a pink satin garter belt with lace trim and matching bra and panties. I attach the garters to sheer white back seamed stockings with lovely lace trim. Over this I put on a pair of tight black leather pants (which always feel very sexy as my stocking clad legs and silk covered buns rub against the smooth leather) and a t-shirt and slip on my moccasins. Just as I am finished dressing, the doorbell rings and as I open it I feel momentarily breathless as I gaze into the eyes of a gorgeous blond hunk that could have come straight from my dream of the night before! I wonder if he notices how flustered I am as I stammer a greeting and shake his hand. He is so beautiful! He is about my height and startling blue eyes dominate his handsome tanned face. A tight t-shirt is stretched across a sculpted broad chest, which tapers to a narrow waist. He is wearing very short and tight blue jean shorts, which reveal his muscular and tanned legs and thighs and good size bulge where his cock and balls are hidden.

As I lead him to the kitchen, I feel all of a sudden very shy and a little self conscious as I imagine his eyes on my tight leather clad buns. To give you a little background on me, you might imagine, based upon what I have told you thus far, that I am gay and long out of the closet. Actually I have never really been with a man before as an adult (as a teenager, I was seduced by older men twice and both times only let them suck my cock). I am 32 years old and have been dressing up in secret as a girl since the age of 14. I live alone and am currently single, although I have had several long term relationships with women. I'm 6' 1", 180lbs., 7", blond, blue eyed, and I have an athletic swimmers body. I am considered to be very good looking and masculine and no one (other than one past girlfriend) has ever learned of my secret feminine side, or my fantasies of being with a man. 

Anyway, as I mentioned, as I am leading Tom to the kitchen, I feel like he is probably looking at me and thinking that I am " a flaming fag" dressed as I am in tight leather pants at 9:00 in the morning! Suddenly in the silence, I become conscious of the fact that you can hear the leather of my pants sliding against my stocking clad legs! Noticing this causes me to try to walk without so much movement and almost at the same time, it occurs to me that he may be able to see the straps of my bra against my shirt! By the time we cover the short distance to the kitchen, I am blushing as I imagine what he must be thinking.

Tom gives no sign that he has noticed anything, although, and it may just be my imagination as he begins to set up, that I catch him glancing covertly back with a slight smile at the growing bulge in the crotch of my leather pants. This just makes my cock throb all the more and my tight ass to squirm within the tight confines of my panties and leather pants.

I haven't yet had anything to eat, so as Tom goes about preparing the kitchen for painting, I sit down at the table with a bowl of cereal and watch him work. What a dreamhunk he is! I can clearly see his sculpted muscles beneath his tight shirt and I long to strip those tight shorts off to reveal his tight buns! Suddenly, he stops what he is doing and while facing away from me, he strips his shirt off to reveal a tanned and muscular broad back. I am so mesmerized by the sight, that when he turns suddenly he catches me looking lustfully at him and I glimpse a little smile as I turn back to the magazine I'm reading. 

From then on, I try to be more careful, but I simply can't stop myself from looking at him. I am squirming on my seat and my cock is throbbing hard within my panties and tight leather pants. His chest is bare and beautiful with hard pointed nipples. He has a washboard rippled stomach. From the bulge in the front of his shorts, I guess that he must have a big cock, I can only imagine how big it must be when it's erect!

The coffee machine finishes brewing. I have purposely made extra, just in case Tom would like some. I offer it to him, and he joins me at the table. We talk about various things and at one point he asks me if I live alone, I reply that I do and then, blushing, I ask if he does too. He replies with a smile that he does. I don't know if he realizes what an effect he is having on me, sitting so close that I can smell the sexy scent of his body. Without realizing what I am doing, I raise and cross my leg and removing my slipper, I nervously fondle my stocking clad foot, right in front of Tom! We continue talking about the work he is doing for me, when suddenly I notice that he is looking right at my foot and the raised cuff of my pants which has revealed several inches of my stocking clad leg! Flustered with my face turning red, I immediately lower my leg and slip my foot into the slipper. I stammer on about some aspect of the work and Tom just looks at me with a beautiful smile, and a knowing look on his face. I hurriedly finish my coffee and leaving him to his work, I retreat to the bedroom.

Laying down on my bed, My mind swirls with confusion and excitement as I think about Tom. What did that smile of his mean? And why did he ask me whether I lived alone? Is it possible that he is gay or bisexual and is attracted to me? The thought is almost too wonderful to imagine!

Setting aside all thoughts beside the overwhelming fantasy image of being with Tom, I slip out of my tight leather pants and standing in front of the mirror, I caress my hard and throbbing cock through the sexy silk of my panties. As Tom will be occupied for some time, I decide to dress up here, in the privacy of my bedroom and indulge myself in fantasies. Going to my dresser drawer, I remove my silicone "boobs" and slip them into my bra. I then take an ultra sexy pink leather minidress from the closet and slip it on. Oooh, I feel so sexy and feminine running my hands along the sides of my dress, which is tightly molded to my body and just barely accommodates my jutting boobs and is so short, it just covers my panty clad buns. I put a couple of berets in my long blond hair to make me look feminine and apply shiny lipgloss and makeup. Then, I take my thigh high pink leather boots that match my dress and slip my long stocking clad legs into them. 

Laying back on the satin sheets of my bed, I gaze up at my reflection in my overhead mirror. I must say, I look very hot and sexy. With my athletic body and masculine features, I don't think I could pass as a girl. What I see when I look at my reflection is a good looking man, with an athletic and tanned body clad in ultra sexy and feminine clothes and a handsome face softened with light makeup and framed by lovely long blond hair.

I begin to fondle my achingly hard cock, which is clearly outlined against the tight confines of my leather minidress and run my other hand over my leather encased jutting boobs. I imagine myself caressing Tom's gorgeous hard chest and slipping my hands around to fondle his tight ass as I mold my body against his and feel his hard cock pressing against my own… Sliding to my knees, I face the outline of an enormous cock pressing the front of his tight denim shorts. My hands tremble with anticipation as I unzip his shorts and what must be a 10", hard and beautiful circumcised cock pushes itself out (no underwear!) until the pre-cum covered head is pressing itself against my glossy lips… At this point I am so turned on that I feel I could cum at any moment, so I get up to retrieve my dildo (a molded replica of Jeff Stryker's), so that I can have it between my lips, or my buns when I cum. 

I decide that I want to fantasize that Tom is fucking me, so I cover my dildo with lube and attach the suction cup base to a low stool I have for this purpose. I then raise the hem of my leather minidress and lower my panties and lower myself until the tip of the "cock" is pressing against my tight virgin asshole. I am imagining Tom's strong hands gripping the my leather clad hips as he lifts the hem of my dress and lowering my panties, presses his throbbing cock between my virgin buns when suddenly, I hear Tom's voice calling me and his steps approaching along the hallway. In panic, I pull up my panties and grab my "cock" from the stool and run to the closet. I have just slipped inside and partially slid the door closed, when simultaneously the door to my room opens and my dildo slips from my hands and lands between the crack of the closet door.

I dare not move as I see Tom enter the room and look around for me. Seeing no one, he walks over to the bed and I am astonished to see him pick up my leather pants and hold them to his face and inhale the smell of the leather. He then sits down and begins to take off his shoes and socks. I am captivated by the sight of this beautiful man getting undressed in my room. My cock is pressing hard against the constraints of my panties and leather dress as Tom slips off his shorts to reveal a bright red bikini thong that is practically bursting at the seams. Then he slips off the thong to reveal the biggest and most beautiful cock I have ever seen! It must be at least 10" long! 

The mystery of why he is undressing in my room is resolved when he picks up my leather pants and begins to slip them on. I guess he has a leather fetish, like me! It seems to be a slightly tight fit, especially when he tucks his giant cock in and zips them up, but oooh, does he look sexy as stands facing me (and the mirror) and caresses his cock through the tight leather of my pants. I can barely stand it, I'm so hot for him! My cock is straining against the front of my panties and tight leather dress and I slowly reach down and begin to fondle it, taking care to restrain the moans of excitement that I long to make!

Suddenly, his eyes shift to the floor near my feet and I notice to my dismay that the cock head of my dildo is protruding from the closet door! I hold my breath as Tom approaches, and kneeling reaches out to pick up my dildo. At that moment I'm trying to lean back further into the closet and I bump into some hangars, drawing Tom's attention to me. He stands immediately and as I open the door and step forth, he looks a little frightened, but his eyes widen as he sees how I'm dressed and he says, "Oh god, I am so embarrassed! You've caught me dressing in your clothes!"

Of course, my own cheeks are flaming red in embarrassment, as I respond, "oh, don't worry about it, I don't mind. They seem to fit you very well. I didn't mean for you to see me dressed like this, I hope I haven't embarrassed you Tom! I guess you already had an idea that I like to dress up like a girl".

"Oh, don't worry about me. I did happen to notice earlier that you were wearing stockings under your pants and I could see the outline of your bra under you t-shirt. You look really gorgeous dressed up like a girl. You look sexier than any real girl I know", he replies.

His words excite me and against my will, my cock springs to life and despite my will, in front of his eyes my cock presses forward against the tight leather of my dress until it is clearly outlined. I smooth the sides of my dress and squirm a little with lust for him as I purposely stare at the answering throbbing bulge in the front of my own tight leather pants he is wearing. "Oh, you look very sexy yourself Tom. It looks to me though, as if there is one area where those pants don't fit so well".

Tom looks a little unsure of himself as he replies, "oh really, where?" 

Stepping forward I lay my hand against the throbbing outline of his cock, "right here they seem a little tight", I breathe into his ear. I can feel the pulsing of his cock through the tight leather and I grip it tightly as he moans in pleasure. With my other hand I reach behind and fondle his tight leather clad buns. Suddenly Tom places his strong hands around me and gripping my hard buns, pulls me to him, pressing his sexy full lips against my glossy ones and slipping his hot tongue into my eager mouth.

Can this really be happening I ask myself as I mold my body against his and let my own tongue swirl within his sweet mouth. Soon we are both moaning in lust for one another as our throbbing cocks rub against each other through the tight leather. Tom has now slipped a hand beneath the hem of my dress and is caressing my buns through the tight soft silk of my panties. 

Breaking free for a moment from his kiss, I let my tongue swirl over the delicious salty skin of his neck. "Oh Tom lover, it feels so good to be in your strong arms. Your body feels so good. I want you so badly lover." As I am saying this I am gripping and squeezing his sexy buns through the skin tight leather.

Having already seen his lovely cock, I know what I want, so I begin moving my lips and trailing tongue in that direction, pausing to lick and suck his strong shoulders and then down further to nibble and suck his hard sweet nipples. As I am doing this, Tom is moaning with lust and excitement and begins fondling my boobs through the tight leather of my dress. "Does it turn you on to imagine me as a girl Tom? I want you to treat me like a girl and dominate me lover. I want to please you and will do whatever you want. Call me Bootsie."

"Bootsie, you are so sexy. Don't worry, you are a girl in my mind and I'm going to complete your transformation by fucking you as only a man can. Oh yes girl, suck my nipples!"

Tom's words are so incredibly exciting! I begin stroking and fondling his hard leather covered cock with one hand as I suck and nibble on one nipple, while fondling and squeezing the other. I am squirming and rubbing my own throbbing cock which is wet with pre-cum within my panties, against the smooth leather surface of Tom's legs. 

Soon I can't wait any longer, so I drop to my knees and begin sucking and licking the clear outline of Tom's hard cock through the tight leather as I fondle his buns from behind. Oooh, the leather tastes and smells so good! And I love the feel of his tight naked ass through the smooth leather. 

Tom grips my head from behind and forces his leather covered cock hard against my eager mouth. "You want my cock, don't you, you sexy bitch! Well, you're going to have to beg for it! Tell me how much you want me Bootsie!".

I love having Tom dominate me! It makes me feel so feminine and submissive! I immediately raise my lips from the leather and reply, "Oh Tom, yes lover, I want your lovely cock between my lips. Please let me take it out and suck it lover! I want to suck you and then have you raise the hem of my dress, lower my panties and fuck me!". Standing again, I press my glossy lips against his and give him a deep lustful kiss as I grind my pant and leather clad cock against his and then breathe into his ear, "please lover, let me have your cock now!".

Without waiting for an answer, I drop to my knees and eagerly unzip his pants until his lovely hard cock leaps forward. It's sweet rounded head is oozing pre-cum and I stare at it fascinated, before Tom grips the back of my head and pulls me toward it. "Now show me how much you want me! Suck me!" he cries.

I take first the head of his cock between my glossy lips and swirl my tongue around it and into its crevice, causing Tom to squirm with pleasure. I find that I love the sweet salty taste of the pre-cum and I eagerly begin to bob my head taking as much of his cock in each time as possible. I fondle his leather clad buns as his sweet cock slides slowly in and out of my mouth. I have had my own cock sucked many times by women, but the best blowjobs I have had were given me by the two men I mentioned earlier and I do my best to give Tom the same service.

"Oh yes! Sexy lover, suck me!!!" Tom cries and juts his sweet cock forward. I am now taking about 5 inches of his enormous cock in on each thrust and although I long to take it all, it's just too big! I fondle his lovely hard leather clad buns from behind as I suck him. My own cock is now wet within my panties and squirming against the leather front of my dress, I am so turned on by having this incredible hunk's delicious cock in my mouth!

By the moans that Tom is making, I can tell that he is close to cumming. I try to slow down my sucking and bobbing, but within moments Tom cries out, "I'm going to cum you sexy bitch! Suck me deeper girl!!" His thrusts become more frantic and my jaw is aching and I am close to gagging as I feel the first hot spurts of his cum in my mouth. I eagerly swallow as I feel Tom's whole body arching in ecstasy. "Aaaaggghhh! I'm cumming!" he cries. Tom's body then goes limp as I lick and suck the last remaining sweet drops of cum from his softening cock and then tenderly slip it back into the leather pants and zip them up.

Rising to my feet, I smooth my leather minidress and wrap my arms around him and caress his sweet ass as I press my leather-clad boobs against his hard naked chest. My own cock feels slick and ready to burst within the tight confines of my silk panties and leather dress.

"That was so good, Bootsie! You are some cocksucker!" Tom murmurs while fondling my panty clad buns through the leather of my dress. "I have never had a girl suck me like that before. Do you feel like a woman now?" 

I think about his question as I press myself against his lovely and strong man's body. I really have never felt so completely feminine and sexy before. To know that a beautiful hunk like Tom has just had his cock in my mouth makes me feel so sexy and desirable. I reply, "I've dreamed all my life of being with a man like you Tom and I have never felt more like a woman, than when I had your cock between my lips. But I think that I will only feel completely like a woman if I can persuade you to fuck me, and I can feel what a woman does when she has a man's cock inside her". I run my hands over Tom's smooth broad chest and tweak his nipples. "Could I persuade you to put that beautiful cock of your between my virgin buns, lover?"

Tom replies by pulling me to him and giving me another long and lustful kiss. I can feel his cock stirring against mine as he responds, "Oh don't worry Bootsie. I can't wait to fuck that sweet little ass of yours. Let's move to the bed." 

I excuse myself for just a moment as Tom stretches out on the bed. Going to the bathroom, I touch up my makeup and reapply fresh lip-gloss. Looking at myself in the mirror, I am thrilled with the realization that I am finally going to lose my virginity to a man and that I feel more feminine than ever before. Smoothing my tight leather dress once more, I re-enter the room and am greeted with the sight of my beautiful bare chested hunk stretched out on the bed and fondling his once again throbbing leather covered cock while he gazes up at himself in the mirror.




First Time with a Guy



[All characters in this story are aged 18 or older.]

I recently posted a story of the first time I saw another girl masturbate. This is the story of the first time seeing a guy.

One summer, my cousin's family came out to California for like three weeks. His parents stayed in a local hotel, but instead of having to pay for another room, we offered our spare bedroom to Dustin who was only a couple of years younger than me. We lived close to the beach, so it was going to be a fun summer for everyone.

I introduced Dustin to my friends, and we would all hang out at the beach or the mall. Most of my friends thought he was pretty cute, but he had a serious girlfriend back home, so he didn't hook up with anyone while here. At some point, it was driving him crazy. By the second week, and after spending so much time together, we got super close and could talk about most stuff. In fact, we started to talk about sex. I don't have a brother and only have a sister, so it was really cool to get a guy's perspective on stuff. Also, given that Dustin is an only-child, he doesn't have a sister to get the lowdown from.

One thing led to another, and toward the end of his stay, we were talking about sex and masturbation. He asked if girls did it as much as guys. I told him no, but was thinking to myself that I really didn't know. I loved to masturbate, and didn't really know how often guys did it. So I asked. When he told me that he liked to do it every day if he could, I about fainted. "No, I don't think girls do it every day, Dustin. In fact, there are probably a lot of girls that don't even do it at all."

"Well, you do it, don't you?"

"What makes you think I do it?"

"C'mon, Chelsea, I know you do it. You are a good looking girl who knows her way around. I guarantee you do it. So I'm just asking how often."

My blushing gave away the answer that I did actually self-indulge, but I tried to avoid answering how often. "Well, I'll admit that, yes, I have done it, and occasionally do it still. But that's it. The rest is a girl's little secret."

He then got super excited and began asking a ton of questions about how I do it, where I do it, have I ever done it at school, in public, does it leave a mess, or can people tell if I do it -- all sorts of endless questions. They were pretty fun to talk about, so we took turns asking each other personal questions. I wanted to know has he ever been caught, how much usually comes out when he cums, what does he do with his mess, etc. He seemed pretty truthful, and I learned a lot. I was also getting crazy turned on. The questions started to get more and more detailed and personal, and then he asked, "What's the quickest it's ever taken to have an orgasm?"

"Well, if I'm really excited, I can do it in a couple of minutes. How about you?"

"Well, if I were to start jacking it right now, I would blow in less than a minute!"

"Less than a minute? You've got to be crazy. You can do it that fast?"

"Do you want me to show you?" Dink...you could hear a pin drop. Did he really just offer to jack off right in front of me? What in the hell should I do? I'm not going to have a sexual encounter with my cousin! But then again, it would be awesome to see a guy jack off and cum right in front of me. I couldn't decide what to say, so I just sat there not saying anything and looking dumb.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to creep you out. I crossed the line, I know. Sorry, Chels. I wasn't trying to come on to you, I promise."

"I know, Dusty. I'm not taking it that way. Actually, I was really considering it. I think it might be very cool to see that, actually, but I didn't want to give you the wrong impression, either. I love you, but I love you like a cousin."

"I know, I know. Me, too. I'm not trying to change this at all."

"Ok, how about you let me think about it. I've never done anything like this before and just want to think about it."

"Sounds good. Sorry again. I really wasn't trying to make this weird or anything."

"I know. Get some sleep, and we'll see each other in the morning."

The next day, my friend Becca came over with Starbucks. We ended up swimming and laying out most of the morning. Dustin wasn't up yet, so I was getting to think that the opportunity to pick up where we left off was probably gone. Becca and I are very close and talk about everything. So it didn't take long before I told her about last night's tell-all session with Dusty.

She about had a heart attack when I told her about "his offer." She couldn't believe that I turned him down. She told me that I probably embarrassed him and that is why he hasn't come out of his room yet today. She was pissed, making me feel like he opened himself up to me, and then I shot him down. That wasn't how I looked at it at all. I told her that I was thinking of actually doing it, but wanted to make sure that I wasn't suggesting anything else to him by saying yes. She sort of understood that, but was still yelling at me for not taking him up on it. "Fine," I said. "You want to do it so bad, then I'll tell him that you'll do it with him. You can tell me all about it."

"Really? You think he'd do it for me?" My god, she was taking me seriously. She was out of control. "Becca, c'mon, really? You really think I would tell him to do it for you? I was joking, just to make a point."

"But what if you did tell him? Do you think he'd do it in front of me, too? C'mon, Chels. Just ask him."

I didn't know. That sounded weird. Dusty and I had developed a very personal relationship, and by asking to bring in Becca, it made it sound sort of cheap. "C'mon, Chels. Please?"

"I don't know. Maybe." 

Then I got up and jumped into the pool. All of this talk had made me sort of get a little moist between the thighs, and I didn't want any wet spots to form on my bikini, so I jumped into the water. Also, the water cooled me down from the hot sun, and hot talk.

Awhile later, Dustin came out in his bathing suit. The three of us just hung out and then had some lunch, talking about what we should do that afternoon and any parties we might go to that evening. After a couple of hours, Becca finally said out loud for everyone to hear, "Ok, Chels, go ahead and ask him."

"Ask me what?" Dustin said, trying to figure out what we were talking about.

"Nothing," I said, trying to get out of this while giving Becca a dirty look.

"C'mon, Chels. Dusty, Chelsea has something she wants to ask you," Becca said and then turned to me. "Go ahead and ask him."

I just shut my eyes and couldn't think of a way to get out of this. "Ask me what," Dustin said again. "What is it?"

Then Becca couldn't control herself any longer and just blurted out, "Chelsea said that you might show her and me something special. Something...you know," and then she blushed.

"Chelsea!" Dustin cried. "What the hell? Is nothing secret with you?"

"Don't blame her, Dustin. I forced it out of her. She is my best friend and we share everything. I could tell that something was really on her mind, so I forced it out of her. It's not her fault."

This allowed Dustin to calm down a bit, and we all began talking again. Then Becca steered the conversation back to where she wanted, and said, "Well, what do you think? You show us yours, and we'll show you ours?"

"No, that wasn't the deal," I said. "Becca, it wasn't like that. There was no back-and-forth showing going on."

"Wait a minute," Dustin said. "I didn't know it was show-and-show. I'll do that. I will show you both, if you both show me. That's fair."

"Ok," Becca screamed. "Great. What exactly are we showing?"

"I didn't sign up for any of this," I said while standing up. "I didn't agree to anything like..."

"Sit down, Chelsea, you prude. We're just having a conversation. Sit down for a second, girl." I stood there looking at both. It appeared that Dusty wasn't pissed anymore and even wanted to explore the idea. He patted the ground, so I sat back down.

"Ok, I'll show you girls how a guy jacks off, but you have to show me the same."

"Nope" I said. "Won't do it."

"C'mon, Chelsea. It's not a big deal. We're all in this together. Dustin leaves in a few days and he's not going to tell anybody." Becca was really trying to make this happen.

"Won't do it," I said, for like the tenth time.

"Ok, how about you guys don't have to masturbate, but you have to be naked. If so, and both of you I'm talking about, then I'll show you how a guy masturbates. Fair?"

"Ok," Becca was the first to respond.

I didn't want to lose my second opportunity to see him pleasure his manhood, so I thought about it for a second, and then agreed. "Ok. I'll do it, too."

All three of us jumped up and walked back into the house and then into the garage. Nobody was home, but if anyone did come home, we didn't want to be caught in a bedroom upstairs. Our garage has a bunch of stuff in it, and is never opened from the outside, so it was a safe place to do our experiment.

We stepped down into the garage and then sort of stopped and just looked at each other. "Now what?" was the look on each of our faces. None wanted to be the first one to talk. Well, until Becca did. "Ok, so how should we do this?"

"We could sit in a circle," Dustin suggested. It was amazing. We could already see a bulge forming in his bathing suit. I couldn't believe it, and I was already beginning to get turned on myself.

"Ok," Becca agreed, and sat down. Dusty sat about 5 feet from her, and then I sat down sort of between them, forming a sort of triangle. Becca's nipples were pointing through her top, and I saw Dusty staring at them. Becca had nice boobs, and I knew Dusty would get what he bargained for when she took off her top. "Ok, drop the drawers, dude," Becca shot out at Dusty. Let's see that thing already."

"You guys have to get naked, too. Remember the deal."

"Ok, how about we all pull down our bottoms at the same time? Does that work?" Becca suggested.

Dustin looked at me, and I gave a sort of approving shrug. He nodded, and then we all stood back up. Becca counted it out, "One, two, three," and then pulled her bikini bottoms down to her ankles. Dustin was just a half second behind her, and I was dead last. Both of them were naked from the waist down as I was just pulling them down off my hips. I closed my eyes, and just pulled. When I felt them hit my ankles, I opened my eyes again. I first looked at Becca for support, and her face looked paralyzed with eyes as big as ping pong balls. She was staring at Dusty. I then turned my head to Dusty and saw this huge hard on. I was amazed. It was so big I no idea how he even walked around with that thing. The end of it was almost purple and the skin looked so stretched, that it looked like it hurt. It was bobbing up and down like it was its own living being. This was my first real life look at a cock, and I LOVED it!

"Ok, now you guys have to take off your tops, too. That was the deal," Dustin said, bringing us back to reality. Becca slipped her hand around her waist and untied her bikini top. Within a couple of seconds it was in her hand and on the floor next to her bottoms. Mine took a bit longer as it had a clasp, but eventually got there. I couldn't believe I was naked with a boy, and that boy had a huge hard on. I looked at Becca, and she was still staring at his dick. I looked at Dusty, and he was looking back and forth at me and Becca, however, it was no surprise that Becca's tits were one of the highlights.

"Does it hurt," Becca asked. I was glad she did, because I was thinking the same thing. It looked like it was going to explode.

"No, it feels really good, actually. It's never seen naked girls before, so it is extra hard, if that makes sense." We both nodded.

"Ok, let's see you do...you know...what you do," Becca said and then sort of mumbled. It was definitely awkward. I looked at Dusty's eyes and they were looking at my pussy. I shave, but leave a little hair down there, and I was thankful that it had only been a day since I last shaved. I then looked back down at his throbbing penis, and I could see liquid coming out of the tip. I now know what that stuff is, but at the time, I thought that he was so excited looking at my pussy, that he was already starting to cum. So naïve.

"Ok, here it goes," he said, and wrapped his right hand around the shaft of his penis. He stroked it a couple of times, and then squeezed it all the way up to the tip, and a bunch of that liquid came out. He caught it with his fingers, and then wiped it all over the tip of his penis. It glistened with the moisture while he then stroked it with more purpose. I looked over at Becca, and her look was priceless. Her mouth was open and it looked like she was paralyzed, for real.

I looked back at Dusty, remembering what he said about being able to cum within a minute, and there was no way I was going to miss the show. I could feel myself get wet, and my pussy lips start to swell. I don't think Dusty could see, because we were all still standing up, but he could totally see that our nipples were hard. I felt the urge to touch mine, but of course, held back.

This went on for maybe a few minutes, but I have an hour's worth of memories. I watched while his hand pulled back on his penis, and then the head would stick out from his fist, and then go back inside his hand, over and over. The amount of wetness on his dick kept increasing, and you could now hear a sloshing sound with every stroke. I saw him close his eyes a couple of times almost involuntarily, and saw his body sort of shake like with mini convulsions. I knew from my own experiences, that his orgasm was coming on. I was so turned on and even more excited to see him actually cum. I knew for sure that my pussy was dripping juices, but I didn't care. I just wanted to see him shoot his sperm. I knew he was getting close, and I was ready, and then...he stopped. He just stopped!

"What are you doing," Becca screamed when Dustin bent over to pick up his swim trunks. "What in the heck? Are you done?"

"Yea, I'm done. If I keep going, then I'm going to cum. I got pretty close, so I had to stop."

"Stop? What in the hell are you talking about? That's the whole idea."

"No, the idea was that if you got naked, I would jerk off, and I just did."

"No, no, no..." it was my turn to chime in. That wasn't the deal at all. You made us get naked, and then you said you would jerk off. You never said you'll play with it for a couple of minutes and then stop. I never would have agreed. This is bullshit. You lied."

"Hold on, Chels, I didn't lie. I told you guys I would jack off in front of you if you did the same. You guys said no way, so I then said that I would play with myself if you at least got naked, and you agreed. Well, that's exactly what just happened. I didn't lie --"

"That's crap. You totally lied to us, just to see us naked. Here I am believing you, only to --"

"Hey, now, wait a minute," he said trying to calm things down. "My original offer still stands. If you guys play with yourselves, just a little bit, then I will show you what it's like for me to cum. I've very close as you guys have probably guessed."

"No, way. I'm not getting tricked into --"

"Wait a minute, Chels," Becca said. "We're already naked. Dusty, you just want us to rub our pussy's for a minute while you cum? If so, I'm in. I'll do it." And with that, she looked right at me. "C'mon, Chels. We're already naked. And it's not going to take him but a minute to finish off, especially if we're fingering along with him. God knows I'm already tingling and could use a hand, if you know what I mean," and then she laughed.

I was so freaking turned on, I would probably cum myself if I just touched my throbbing clit. But I didn't want Dustin to have a visual of me playing with myself. Hell, I didn't want Becca to see me playing with myself. That was something private, and I meant to keep it private.

"What do you say?" Dustin asked as he pulled again on his shaft and squeezed a bunch of clear liquid from the tip, rubbing it all around the head. It'll only take me a minute, I swear."

"I'm in, even if Chelsea's not," Becca said.

"Nope, I need both of you to agree, or no show."

My sexual desires took over. Damn, I hate when that happens (wouldn't be the last time). "Ok, but only for a minute. You better cum quick, Dusty, or our show is over, too."

His smile was worth a million bucks. He had probably planned this all along and played us perfectly. Becca's hand was already down between her legs, and I slowly moved my right hand down to my burning, dripping sex. "You'll have to lay down, so I can see. Otherwise I won't be able to tell if you're really doing anything or not."

"You've got to be kidding me. No way," I said. "You're pushing yourself, Dusty. You totally are." However, Becca was already down with her bare ass on the garage floor with her legs spread and her hand working her clit. Dusty's dick was now at her eye level, and she was staring straight at it. He looked down between her legs and started stroking once again. I had my fingers just over my lips, but couldn't resist. I pressed my middle finger inside of me and it glided right in. I was SO wet. I moved it in and out a few times, and then brought it up along my slit to my clit. It was so ready. I smeared my juices all around and took in the sexual pleasure I was already bringing to myself.

Dusty was watching me love myself, and then he looked down at Becca who was rubbing her clit faster and faster. She wasn't doing this for him at all at this point, she was doing it for herself. She wanted to cum. And she wanted to cum now. It was very hot to watch, and made me even more turned on. She began to moan a bit, which combined with the sloshing sounds each of the three of us was making, was almost enough to cause me to do the same.

Becca's moans were then quickly drowned out by Dusty's grunts. "Huh, huh, huuuuuh, I'm gonna cum...I'm gonna...I'm coming!" he screamed and his body went rigid while out shot a stream of what looked like Elmer's glue. He then stroked his hand hard a couple of more times, when stiff again, and then shot another stream, this time it went farther and landed as far as Becca's foot, hitting her on her ankle. And then another. I was amazed. He must have shot five or six loads of cum on the garage floor. After he was done, he looked like he had just jogged ten miles. He hunched over and tried to catch his breath.

Becca, however, was not done. The burning hot sperm that hit her ankle sent her to another level, and she was rubbing and moaning louder than ever. "Awwwwwww," she screamed as she threw herself into her own orgasm of exctasy. "Yessss, Mmmmmmm, yessss..." 

My fingers were still rubbing my own clit, but I forced myself to slow down so I didn't peak. I still didn't want anybody to see me make myself cum. As I look back now, I wish I would have as that was such a hot and erotic situation, but at the time, I was too reserved, I guess.

Dustin pulled on his penis a couple of more times and big drops of sperm dripped out of the end, falling on the garage floor which was now a mess. The sperm was no longer white, but looked like thick water. I reached down and touched some of it. It was thicker than it looked, and was slimy as I rubbed it between my fingers. I looked up at Dustin, and he looked down at me and smiled. I smiled back, and said, "I can't believe we just did that."

"Yea, it was pretty cool. I'm glad we did."

Becca was still sitting on the floor and analyzing the sperm that was on her leg. "I'm glad, too. That was incredible."

"Yea, me, too," I said, and looked back at Dustin. He was just standing there with a huge grin. His dick was smaller, but still seemed way bigger than I ever would have guessed. "I think we need to clean this up." I grabbed my bikini bottoms and then pulled them up. I grabbed my top and then went inside to grab a towel.




First Time with a Guy



When I came back out to the garage, both Becca and Dusty had their bathing suits back on. "That was awesome," Becca said. "When can we do it again?"