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Helping

By: Averagejoe1



When we first met she had just turned 16 and was volunteering at the same Senior Home as me, well she was volunteering I was doing community service to avoid jail. Right when I saw her I knew I was in love. Thick blond hair, deep green eyes and flawless skin. I don't know what attracted her to me. I think she was trying to piss off her parents. They were the social elite of our town and were probably more than a little embarrassed by their only daughter dating a kid from the projects nearly two years older than her. It took me ten years but I finally got them to love me as a son. 

During the course of our marriage our life has been as close to perfect as one gets. The only real complaint I ever had about Stacy was that she was too giving. She was always donating my hard earned money to every charity, homeless man and fundraiser that put it's hand out. All the way down to our annoying little, formerly stray dog, snowflake. It’s not that im against charity, I just never got any. I worked hard my whole life to get where I am without any real help so I don't like giving it away. Anyways, I went to work for a big investment firm, Stacy teaches yoga and pilates four days a week and we've started to talk about possibly starting a family and then one weekend two years ago it all went haywire.

Eventually I got a huge promotion but it meant relocating. They put me in charge of running the Washington D.C. office and we were just getting to know our new neighbors when I got a call from our real estate broker telling me he had found a buyer for our Cape Cod summer house. We had decided to sell it months ago since it was now much further away from our new home and not very practical. Since Memorial day weekend was coming up we decide to make a whole production out of it. We rented a moving truck, packed up snowflake and left on our seven hour ride immediately after work on Friday night, with any luck we would be there around midnight.

Well, luck wasn't on our side. It got dark, we got lost and Stacy had to pee. I hadn't seen another human on our road for almost an hour when we pulled into a rest stop. Stacy got out of the cab and ran in while I shut my eyes for am minute. The next thing I know I'm awaken by an awful roar only to see three of the fattest, dirtiest bikers ever pull up beside me. It immediately dawned on me that Stacy might no longer be safe but when I jumped out of the truck the bikers immediately got in my face. I tried to calm them down but they started grabbing and pushing me. For some reason I thought the best way to handle it was to throw a punch. Bad idea. I missed and got hit with a barrage of them. The next minute or so was a blur put I remember them picking me up off the ground when I heard Stacy scream. I looked over to see her being dragged from the ladies room by one of these thugs. She had managed to pull up her panties but her jeans hadn't made it all the way. 

"Look what I found!" the piece of shit said.

"Bring her over!" said the apparent leader.

I could see she was crying as her dragged her to our truck. One of the bikers had me in such a choke hold that I couldn't breath. I tried to escape but it was futile. The leader grabbed her away and the other one started rummaging through her purse. I watched as the leader roughly pawed at her breast inside her shirt, she tried to escape but he was too strong. I remember how scared I was and the crazy thoughts I was having. I knew they were going to rob us and probably rape Stacy, but would they kill us to? By now the leader had Stacy’s shirt ripped wide open and groping her while he licked her neck. I prayed for a miracle and I got it, I think.

Out of nowhere a voice boomed. "LET THEM GO!" everyone froze to see where it came from when out of the shadows stepped the biggest, blackest man I have ever seen.” I said, Let them go!"

"Get lost nigger, this is none of your business. Don't get yourself hurt too." Said the leader. I saw the punk who was holding Stacy's purse start to walk towards him.

"Ain't nobody gotta get hurt here. Just let the nice couple go." And with that the punk made a move towards him. Now the next couple seconds are a blur but that black guy move like a panther and before I knew there were three unconscious bikers and dead silence. I quickly moved to console my wife and soon turned to the man to thank him. He was picking up my wife’s things and putting them back in her purse when I babbled my “thank you's” and some other erratic nonsense.

He just smile and handed me her purse,” it’s no big deal, why don't you get your wife out of here, I’ll stay and teach these guys some manners." 

He didn't have to tell me twice. I quickly shoved Stacy in the truck and sped off to the nearest police station, Stacy was very shaken up but calmed as we gave the description of the account to the officers. All in all we wasted over five hours at the inefficient police station. the sun was coming up when we left. 

By now Stacy was no longer scared but excited. She was talking a mile a minute about it. It was kinda cute the way she acted like a shocked school girl. "Did you see that!" she kept saying. "He was like super-hero! POW, BANG, WACK" she'd say as she mimicked the punches our savior threw. "I wonder what he did to them when we left, I hope he cut their wieners off. Filthy punks! I wish I was that tough because I’d......" She went on forever but I was relieved to see her happy. I was afraid she' be scarred for life.

We still had a five hour ride in front of us and we were both hungry so we decide to eat at a diner we found. Stacy was still talking when we finished and as I went to ask for the bill I noticed him. Our savior was in the corner booth sipping on a coffee. I pointed it out to Stacy and heard her gasp.

"Look at the size of him", I did. He was huge 6'5" maybe. shaved head. probably my age, maybe a little older but not more than 30. "what should we do?" she asked.

"Well we should at least thank him, maybe offer him some money. I got a couple hundred on me."

"You're gonna give him all our cash?" She asked.

"We have to do something nice for the guy. There must be something he needs and if it’s money we can stop and get more, besides don't you think the bikers would have taken it anyway? Either way I think we should try to help him out.” For once it was me being charitable.

"I know, but I just feel weird, after all he saw my boobs." I laughed at how young she sounded.

"It could have been a lot worse!" She smiled at that.

"Good point. lets go." she said and grabbed my hand as I walked her to his table. The closer I got to him the more I was impressed with his stature. I nervously said, "Hi." he responded with a grunt, never looking up. "Do you remember us?". He finally looked up and smiled

"Oh yeah. How are you?" he said very politely." I hope the rest of your trip has been safer. Please have a seat." We sat with him and thanked him repeatedly. He introduced himself as John. Stacy was uncharacteristically quiet as I think it was as close as she's ever been to a black man. He told us he was heading toward Boston to find work so I offered him a ride. He hesitated at first but eventually accepted. When he got up to pay his tab Stacy voiced her objections. "Do you think this is safe?"

"Sure, He seems friendly and it should be a good way to find something nice we can do for him. Besides, if it weren't for this guy those bikers would have taken our money, our truck and maybe even our lives." I said.

"I know. I'm all for helping him, I just don't want to invite any trouble. I'll relax once we get to know him." Boy did she. Once we were in the tight cab of the truck she started rattling off questions like a curious school girl. Who was he? Where was he from? What did he do the bikers when we left? and then the question with an unexpected answer, "Why are you hitchhiking all the way to Boston?"

"I wasn't planning on it." He looked perplexed and breathed a big sigh,"O.K. here it goes. I was released from prison three days ago. Don't worry, I'm not a violent criminal" I looked at Stacy,. She looked shocked but very interested. "I was so excited to see my girl I took a bus to Baltimore, I even bought protection see." He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a pack of condoms. I'm sure it was lost on Stacy but I noticed they were extra large Magnums. Stacy's job dropped and she started to blush but he just continued on with his story. "but when I got there I found she had married another man." He looked really sad and his voice got quiet. "I guess four years is too long too wait. So then I just kept walkin and here I am."

Stacy immediately felt bad for him, "You poor guy." she rubbed his arm. "Don't worry girls go crazy for guys like you. You'll find a new one in no time." I knew she was lying but it was her style. she could tell the guy needed encouragement and she was there to give it. "Besides we have a long trip in front of us and we're gonna have fun and forget all about what''s her name." She was right. We had some good laughs. John told some stories about prison, all light and funny. Then he told a couple of black jokes and even some racy ones. All in all we were having a great trip. Stacy asked all sorts of questions about growing up black. She was acting like a girl with a new toy. Then she told John we wanted to help him out. He was too proud to take money for nothing so I came up with a proposal. Since he was in no hurry to get to Boston, he could help me move all the furniture into the truck and I would pay him for his services then drive him to the bus depot. Since it was heavy lifting I told him the price should be high, $200. He knew I was overpaying him but accepted the job with a "thank you".

We were about six miles from the house when we blew a tire. I didn't want to leave Stacy alone with John so I said we should all just walk to the house and call AAA. We packed up snowball, grabbed just the valuables and started walking. We were just about 2 miles from the house when out of nowhere the sky opened up and the rain came pouring down. We picked up our pace but still got to the house soaked. Stacy scrambled to find us some dry clothes but only found some old beach towels and a bathrobe. We all took our turn in the bathroom getting out of our wet clothes. Stacy looked stunning in just the robe and I was starting to get a little nervous with her so scantily clad around a stranger who just spent four years in prison. When John came out of the bathroom I really noticed his sheer size. The towel looked like loin cloth and his buff body was something out of a football lockeroom, I know I heard Stacy gasp. Lucky for me there was a "Crack" of thunder and then total darkness. Not only had the power gone out but the phone was dead too. Twilight was fast approaching and we realized we were stuck for the night so we found some candles and dry firewood and broke into the liquor cabinet. Within an hour we were very comfortable sitting in the den laughing about our bad luck.

Stacy and I were curled up on the couch and John was in the recliner directly across from us, separated only by a coffee table. I was in the middle of a story about work when Stacy moved jumped abruptly while half yelling/half laughing, "John, what are you looking at!" I looked over at John and saw him snap from a trance where he was staring right between my wives legs.

"Oh, My! I'm so sorry ma'am. I didn't mean that. I didn't even see much." He stammered.

"How much did you see?" She laughed. I was relieved she wasn't mad.

"Not much. It was too dark. I swear." He was still nervous.

"Well?'" Stacy said looking right at him.

"Well, what?" John inquired

"Show me how good of a look you got." I was starting to get confused and so was John. "Come on, you saw mine..." She said and looked down at his crotch. I was shocked. she must have been joking. We both sat there dumbfounded. She leaned forward on the couch and said, "I'm not kidding, let's go." I didn’t know what to say. John looked over at me confused and I just shrugged nervously.

"O-O.K." he stammered and reached for the edge of the towel. Stacy stared intently preparing to see only the second dick of her life. John quickly pulled the towel up and returned it right back to it's original position. A wave of relief fell over me but Stacy was outraged. Even with the fire and candle light the shadows combined with his dark skin hid it well.

"That's bullshit! I didn't see anything!" she protested.

"I told you It’s hard to see." John laughed.

"That's bullshit." She repeated and just sat there nervously. There was an eerie silence for a moment, even the storm seemed to have stopped raging. Stacy finally broke it, "Alright." she said. I thought it was her acceptance of her loss but it wasn't. She nervously reached for the candle on the coffee table and slid it to the edge next to her knees.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Wait..." was her only response as she laid back on the couch. "You ready?" she said looking directly at John who did not answer but just moved forward in his chair. I was so nervous because I think I knew what was about to happen but didn't want to accept it. I watched as she slowly raised her feet to the coffee table and let the robe fall between her slightly spread legs. She looked John directly in the eye, I could hear her nervous breath as she lifted the two edges of her robe and spread her legs revealing her beautiful treasure. The candle burned just inches away showing all of her glory. I mustered the energy to look over at John and saw him in a deep trance staring at the incredible sight. I looked back to see her hand slide past the small patch of hair above her vagina right to the beautifully hairless sides. She used two fingers to gently part her flower revealing her pouty inner lips. She then slowly dragged her middle finger between them revealing that she was in fact moist. I was so confused. I was trying to figure out why she was doing this when she slid her hand off to the side and slowly brought her robe together. I looked over at John who was also in a state of shock and practically drooling. She sat up and looked over at him. His eyes still hadn't risen to meet hers.

"Well.." She said with a dreamy look in her eyes.

John took some time gathering his composure but finally managed the words, "That's the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." I didn't doubt him but Stacy was unimpressed.

"Thank you, John but I wasn't fishing for compliments." She reached out and pushed the candle to his end on the table. "It's your turn." She said determinedly. John looked nervous but kept his end of the bargain as he reached for his towel. He slowly started to raise it. I was getting very nervous as I looked over and saw my wife staring at his lap.

“I just want to apologize for my state as I ain’t seen a woman in a long time and….” John started but was interrupted.

“Just do it!” snapped Stacy in a husky voice and slid a little closer to the edge of the couch. John realized it was gonna have to happen and whipped the towel to the side revealing the largest, blackest cock I have ever seen. Stacy gasped and leaned closer. Even I maneuvered for a better look. I watched as a bulbous purple head immerged from the thick uncircumcised foreskin. I saw something out of the corner of my eye and realized Stacy had slid off the couch and was now at eye level with it from across the table. “It’s incredible!” She marveled, ”I had heard about them but I had no idea…I’ve never seen one like that.” I started to get really nervous as she leaned on the table. I had no idea what she was going to do. I always thought she was pretty predictable but I was way off here. ”Touch it.” she commanded, “Go on. I did it for you. It’s your turn.” John slowly reached for his cock and wrapped his huge hand around it. I could here Stacy erratic breathing. “Go on!” She pushed. He slowly started to jerk it. Stacy leaned more on the table. “This is amazing!” I was really scared now. As Stacy watched him jerk the tension grew thick and finally my prayers were answered. With a loud crash the door flew open and the insanity of the storm came blasting in Scaring the shit out of all of us. The stupid dog ran right outside ignoring my wife’s pleas for it to stay. Afraid the thing would be killed we all followed. The rain crashed down and the wind whipped. We did all we could to hold on to what little clothes we had. The dog was nowhere to be found but then John walked out of the shadows once again with the little animal in his arms. We quickly ran inside and Stacy threw her arms around his neck and thank him profusely for saving the mutt. “you’re my hero twice now!” She shouted.

I hoped the cold rain and sudden scare would dampen the earlier atmosphere but no such luck. Stacy suggested we all get warm by the fire. When we got near I hear her say “I guess there no need for this anymore.” And turn to see her peeling off her soaked robe. She was now completely naked in front of this stranger.

“Stacy!” I protested.

“What? It’s not keeping me dry anymore and it’s not like John hasn’t already seen everything.” she paused. “Well, excepted my butt.” and with that she stretched out her arms and spun around revealing her tight, firm ass to John. “What do you think, John?” She smiled.

“It unbelievable.” he managed to say.

“Alright then. We got that over with.” she said as she walked toward us and grabbed both of out towels by the waist. “So get out of these before we catch a cold.” And with that she pulled off both of our towels. I immediately felt insecure but it didn’t matter because nobody was looking at me. I looked over at John and noticed he was hard as a rock. Of course he was. “I’m gonna get us some wine, you boys sit by the fire.” We did. We didn’t say much. We both knew what was going on. My wife floated back into the den like a giddy schoolgirl, sat between us on the floor and started downing the wine. I was relieved when the conversation started light. Stacy asked John about childhood and growing up. Unfortunately, When John mentioned he was a football player Stacy brought it to the level I was afraid of. “I bet you used to take all the little white cheerleaders home. Didn’t you?” This scared me because Stacy was captain of her cheerleading squad in high school. John said he’d never been with any white girls. Stacy acted very surprised.

“Why?“ He said “You ever been with a brother?”

“Oh no!” said Stacy, “Not that I think there’s anything wrong with it I just never had the opportunity. Michaels the only man I’ve ever been with.” All the while John was trying to cover up his raging hard on and at the same time stealing peaks at Stacy naked body, which she made no effort to cover. “Let me ask you, What’s it like? What do you like to do to a girl? What do you like them to do to you?” I didn’t like where this was going and I was almost completely shut out of the conversation by now.

“I dunno. I guess I like it when a girl talks dirty and really gets into it.” 

“What like ‘Fuck me!’ and stuff like that?” I had never heard my lovely wife use a term like that. I was shocked. What was she becoming.

“Yeah, kinda. Dirtier actually.”

“Come on, tell me. Don’t tone it down for me. I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to hear it.”

“O.K. well, I like it when they tell me to “fuck they pussies”, and “cum in they mouths.” and shit like that.” I looked at my wife to see if she was shocked but no luck. I was surprised because I didn’t even think she knew people did that kind of stuff.

“What else do you like to do? Favorite positions, favorite acts? Tell me.” I felt like I was at a Barbara Walters interview except naked.

“I like to get my dick sucked, and then I like to fuck the girl from behind real hard.” The way John was talking I could tell he was getting into it. I think I might have heard my wife moan. “I like to look down at they asses and see my dick sliding in and out of the pussy.”


Helping



My boyfriend and I had broken up and I was in a pickle. At least we didn't share a flat and have to deal with that mess, I thought, as I contemplated what to do. We had been together for over a year and I was very much in love with him. Through a series of coincidences, I became suspicious that I was not the only guy he was sleeping with and after just a cursory investigation, I was proven correct. I'd packed up his belongings and put them on the steps to our flat and hoped I'd never had to deal with him again.

When I say "I was in a pickle," I guess it wasn't that bad but the breakup had me wondering what to do. My ex and I were two weeks away from heading off to Spain for a month of back-packing and now I was going alone. I'd already booked the entire trip: starting in Barcelona, then Madrid, then Malaga and finally, Palma. We were going to stay in hostels to save money and spend that savings on other expenses. Finding cheap places to sleep was fairly easy, but sometimes you had to share the room with strangers and that would 'complicate' our lovemaking. But since I was going alone now, I guess that didn't matter any.

In any event, I managed to avoid my ex for the next two weeks and headed off on holiday by myself.

I'd only been to Spain very briefly in the past and was looking forward to this, much longer, stay. I'd purchased and read several books about each of my destinations, so I had a decent idea of where I was going. The Travel Gods, however, were not kind to me from the get go. Delay after delay at the airport and finally my bags not meeting me in Barcelona were the major disappointments of my first 24 hours. After spending what seemed an eternity at the airport, I was assured that my bag would be at my hostel within two hours. With that, I headed off to check-in.

The hostel I'd chosen was about a kilometer from the center of the city, very centrally located. Of the places I'd pre-booked, this was the only one that would guarantee I had a private room. I checked in and headed to my room. My room was small, had a twin sized bed, a small table, a night stand with a lamp on it, and an easy chair that looked to be very old and used. "Home, sweet home," I said as I closed the door behind me. I was tired and needed a shower, but had to wait for my bags, so I did a little exploring around the place. My room was about half way down the second floor hallway and the three doors toward the stairs I was pretty sure were private rooms like mine. The other direction had a common room on one side with a tv and small kitchen area and directly across the hall was a sleeping room with 6 bunk beds in it. The community bathroom/toilet was down at the end of the hall. There were three stalls, three sinks and a large open shower area with 6 shower heads visible. I returned to my room and laid down on my little bed and closed my eyes. 

I snapped to when I heard someone knock on my door and say something. I sprang out of bed and when I opened my eyes, my backpack was laying there. Thank God, I said, and commenced to unpacking once inside my room. I wrapped my towel around my waist, grabbed my shower kit and headed down the hall. The only other noise I heard besides the "flip-flop" of my sandals was one of the showers running from the end of the hall. I took my towel off and stepped into the steamy shower area to see a guy with his back to me, obviously masturbating into the corner. When I turned on the water, he spun his head around in surprise and looked at me. He obviously didn't hear me walk into the room. I looked at him and said "Sorry" as I let the water wash over me, still facing him. When I opened my eyes again, he was still looking over his shoulder at me, his hands now over his groin. He had curly, short, dark hair, olive skin, and was about my height. I figured he was Greek, but I wasn't sure. I let him watch me for a minute, and then I turned to face the wall. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him collect his things and head for the door. Just as he was about to pass by me, I turned to face him and said "Bye". He muttered something and left.

I couldn't help but chuckle a little bit to myself at the absurdity of it all. I caught some guy wanking off in the shower within 3 hours of arriving here. Maybe this might be fun after all, I thought. It'd been almost three weeks now since my boyfriend and I had fucked and I was really missing it. My ex was the first guy I'd ever let have my ass and he'd opened up a whole new world for me. Thinking about it as I soaped myself in the shower caused my prick to get semi-hard. I had to snap back to reality or I might just get caught like my new Greek friend, I thought as I tried to stop my erection. I was still marginally hard as I stood at one of the sinks, brushing my teeth, but I figured if I hurried, I could wank off in my room when I got there.

As I entered the hallway from the bathroom, my Greek friend was crossing the hallway between the large sleeping room and the common area. He turned and stopped when he saw me. I stopped in my tracks when I realized that my bulging semi-hard was clearly visible under my towel. 

"Hi, um... sorry," I said as I kept walking. As I approached him I said "hello. I'm Simon," and I held out my hand. 

He looked at my crotch and said "Dean" and shook my hand. 

As I moved past him, I could feel his eyes on me as I walked toward my room. When I got to the door, I looked back and he was still in the hallway looking at me. I smiled and stepped into my room, closing the door behind me. As I dressed, I could hear the telly coming through the wall from the common room. He must be traveling alone, I thought, like I am. I thought for a second, then removed my shorts and underwear, then just put my shorts and a t-shirt back on. Maybe he's lonely too?

I walked into the common room and Dean smiled as I entered. 

"Anything good on?" I asked.

"No," was all he said as he watched me walk and sit in a chair a few feet from him. 

"That's too bad," I said. After a few seconds, I turned to him and said "I'm sorry I interrupted your shower."

He looked at me shocked and said "I wasn't doing anything. Just taking a shower."

I studied him a second. He was actually quite handsome, about my age in his mid-twenties, and in decent shape. "It's cool," I said. "I don't mind sharing a shower. I guess that's how we'll have to live here. Are you living with anyone in the big room?"

He turned back to the telly and said "No, just me. I think this place is pretty empty right now."

"So, we have the place to ourselves? That's good by me! I'm traveling alone. My boyfriend was supposed to come with me, but we broke up." Could I be any more obvious? "How long have you been here?"

He looked at me. Obviously, my little hint peaked his interest. "I've been here two nights. I leave tomorrow."

"Very nice. I'm sorry to interrupt your privacy. I bet it was nice having the place to yourself."

"It's been alright," he said. 

I turned to him. "Look, I really am sorry I interrupted you in the shower. Had I known you were there I would have waited until you were finished." I paused for a second, looking into his eyes and said "Or I could have helped you."

"Helped me?" he said.

"Sure," I said and I got up and moved to the chair next to him. "It's better if someone helps you. " I leaned into him and said "I'm good at helping others."

"How do you help?" he said, obviously on the same page now.

I reached out and put my hand on his leg. "Easy," I said. "I like to lend a helping hand when I can. Or any other part of my body that I can use. I'm a good helper." I squeezed his thigh and then slowly brought my hand up to his crotch. I could feel the warmth coming through his shorts, the bulge of his package heavy. 

He looked down at my hand then back at my face. I looked into his eyes and said "I can show you, if you'd like. We have the place to ourselves." I continued to feel his bulge as I talked to him, looking into his eyes. "It's just us two. No one would know." I could feel his cock hardening under his shorts. "I would be happy to help you with this. "

"Um, ok" he said. That was all I needed. 

I moved in front of him and dropped to my knees. As I started to unbutton his shorts, I could feel my heart start to beat in my chest. I wasn't lying: this is what I like to do. Ever since I realized I was gay, I've always taken pleasure in giving head. I love the feel of a cock reaching its full hardness in my mouth. The different textures of the shaft and the cock head. The shape of it in my mouth. The feel of the head as it hits the back of my throat and the way it felt when I allowed it to slip further back. The way the guy's pubes tickled my nose when I got the entire thing in. The feel of his balls against my tongue as I lick them. 

I could feel my mouth watering in anticipation as I pulled down his fly. Just then, I could hear someone coming down the hallway. I quickly stood up and sat back down as Dean redid his pants. There were two sets of footsteps I could hear coming. I tried to compose myself as two new guys with their bags got to the door to the common room.

"Hey, ya!" said the first. "This is the common room?"

"Hi," I said. "Yea, this is the common room. The bunk room is across the hall" 

"Thanks," he said as he turned and entered the bunk room. Once they were inside the bunk room, I stood up, turned to Dean, and put my finger to my lips saying "Shhhhh." Then I used my index finger to say "Follow me!" and started walking toward the door. When I got to the door, Dean hadn't moved. I turned around and more emphatically motioned him to follow me. Timidly, he got up and started walking toward me. 

I walked to my door and opened it, then stood aside. Dean entered my room and I closed the door behind me and threw the lock. I walked up to Dean and whispered "The walls are thin. Just keep your voice quiet." Then I put my hand on his chest and pushed him gently back until he sat down on the bed. I got down on my knees before him again and whispered "Now, where were we?" And I reached up and quickly undid his shorts and pulled down his fly. I grabbed the sides of his pants and started to pull them down. He got the hint and lifted his bum off the bed so I could remove his pants. 

I put his shorts aside and studied his cock. He had a thick bush of curly black hair; his semi-hard cock was leaning at a right angle onto his leg. I scooted forward and spread his legs wider as I moved in toward him. With my left hand I grabbed his cock and slowly started to stroke it. His cock was uncut and slowly coming to life. Mine was rock hard and straining against my shorts as I slowly toyed with his. I pointed his cock toward my face, licked my lips, and leaned in and kissed the tip. My left hand reached up and lifted his tshirt up to reveal his hairy chest. I opened my mouth and let him in as I looked up at his face. Slowly, I slid his cock into my mouth as I never left his gaze. He was looking down at me with his lips in the shape of an "O", exhaling slowly. When I felt his pubes hit my nose, I sucked as hard as I could and slowly pulled back off him. I could feel his cock harden against my tongue as I pulled back. My left hand was lightly teasing and pinching his nipple while my right was feeling his hard abs. I paused at with his cock head just inside my mouth long enough to twirl my tongue around it a few times, then I pushed back down again. I did this same thing three more times until I was sure that he was fully hard. Then I moved my right hand to his cock, took my mouth off of it, and started to stroke. I closed my eyes and moved my mouth down to his balls. They were thick with pubic hair and tensed up against his abdomen in his scrotum. I teased and licked them while I stroked him with my hand until I felt him reach up and take off his shirt. I wonder if he wants something more? God knows I did, so I ran my tongue up the length of his prick and teased the head again. 

"Does that feel good, Dean?" I asked as I planted small kisses on his cock head. "Do you like that?"

He nodded quickly that he did. 

"Then you're going to love what's next," I whispered. I kissed his penis once more then moved up his abs, licking my way to his nipples. Dean laid back and allowed me to run my tongue around each nipple while I stroked him. My cock was painfully hard by now, so I pulled off of him and stood up. I looked down at him as I took off my t-shirt and stepped out of my shorts. I turned to my backpack, found the small bottle of lube where I'd left it and turned back to the bed. I motioned for him to move up to the head of the bed and he followed my lead. I squeezed a small amount of lube on my fingers, then used them to apply it to my willing arsehole. When I'd finished there, I squeezed a larger amount of lube onto my hand and tossed the bottle back into my pack. As I climbed onto the bed and straddled his legs, it made an awful squeaking noise. I burst out laughing and Dean smiled and held his finger to his mouth telling me to be quiet. I nodded and then leaned forward to apply the lube to his cock. As I rubbed his prick, making sure that the lube got all over him, I whispered "Are you ready?" 

Dean nodded quickly and then pulled me onto him. I got into position on him, leaned to my left on my knee, and up on my right foot. I reached behind me and grasped his lubed cock and pointed it my opening. Once I had it right where I wanted it, I slowly lowered myself onto him.

Until I'd met my ex, I'd never had anal sex before. I was very closeted until I'd moved to the city and away from my parents. I'd been curious about anal, but never felt adventurous enough to try it until I met my ex. No matter what people told me, I always assumed that the pain or the mess would be too much to bear. Over the course of our relationship, he slowly got me to try it. Not really pushing me, but always finding a way to use either a finger or a toy on my arse until I'd make him stop. If I didn't give such enthusiastic head, I'm sure he'd have left me long ago. Finally, I allowed him to use a small vibrator on me while he blew me. It was unlike anything I'd ever experienced! I came harder from that experience than I'd ever had in the past and it left me wanting more. Not two days after that moment, I was on my hands and knees on my kitchen floor, begging him to fuck my arse. 

Now, here I was. Some Greek stud who'd I'd just met and had maybe said 20 words to had his cock at my opening. I smiled to myself, closed my eyes and let my new friend enter me. Once I felt his cock head get past my sphincter, I moved my foot and got onto my knees above him. I slowly lowered myself down onto him all the way. I sat there for a moment, reveling in the fullness of a thick cock in my arse. I let myself get used to him, then started to rock back and forth on him. My cock still starved for attention, I reached down and started to stroke myself in time with my rocking. The touch of his hands on my hips brought me back to reality. I looked down at him. He had his eyes fixed on the view of me stroking myself as his cock moved in and out of my ass. I started to move faster, only to stop when the bed started to creak loudly with our motion. I stopped quickly, and then continued to slowly move myself on him. Holding myself back was not doing it for either of us, so I got up off of him and stood up. I motioned for him stand up and he did so. I turned and laid down on my back on the bed with my ass at the edge, legs spread wide. He got the idea and moved into position, pointing his cock at my opening. I reached down and held on with both hands to the bed as he pushed into me, none to gentle. He pushed in all the way and then started to let me have it, his eyes glued to the view I was awarding him of his cock sliding into me. He got into a quick rhythm and leaned forward to give himself more leverage. I reached up and put my hands around his neck to hold on as he fucked me. He threw his head back and opened his eyes and I knew he was about to cum. 

"That's it," I said. "Just like that."

I watched his face contort as the orgasm built up inside him, then I felt his cock start to spasm inside me, complete with the warmness of his seed emptying into my bowels. He stopped fucking me and just left his cock inside me while he recovered. He was laying mostly on top of me, breathing heavily. After a few seconds of catching his breath, he straightened up and pulled out of me. As he stood up, I could feel his cum start to flow out of my arse. I started stroking my cock while I watched him collect his things and reveled in the feeling of his sperm dripping from my bum. It didn't take me long before I closed my eyes and let my orgasm wash over me, spraying my own juices all over my chest. 

When I'd finished, I stood up and wiped myself off. Dean was dressed by now and turned to face me. 

"Thanks," he said. 

I slid my shorts back on and moved close to him and hugged him hard. "See you next time," I said and let him go. He turned and walked out the door. 

The next day, I got up, showered, and headed out the door. I never saw Dean again, but we had our moment and I was ok with it. I spent the day walking around the city and seeing the sights. I ended up eating a nice selection of tapas and having a few glasses of wine and a lovely little place. I was really enjoying myself!

As night fell, I was wondering around town and found myself in a little pub not far from the place I was staying. The place was pretty crowded as there was a good football match on the big screen. I managed a seat at the bar and had a few pints. At one point, I looked down the bar and the two other guys who moved into the hostel were there. Being by my lonesome, I picked up my glass and went over to say hello. They recognized me and introduced themselves as Tony and Giani, two guys on holiday from Naples. We made small talk and I commented that it looked like we had the entire hostel to ourselves.

"Well, we saw the other guy move out this morning, so I guess so," said Giani. 

"He said he'd met you," said Tony.

"Yea," I said. "We met the day I got there. He seemed nice enough."

"He had good things to say about you," said Giani. Then he smiled and winked at me.

Uh-oh, I thought. I wonder what Dean told them? My face flushed and I took a long pull of my beer. Then I quickly changed the subject. 

I stayed with them for another beer and then said good night. I was a little tipsy and made my way back to my room. I changed out of my clothes, took a long shower, and headed off to bed. I'd planned on getting up early and continuing my tour of the city the next day.

I was roused from slumber by a quiet knock at my door. I laid there thinking that I was hearing things, then heard it again. I switched on my nightstand light and got out of bed. I cracked open the door and looked out into the hallway. Tony and Giani were standing there. I opened the door a little more and leaned with just my head through the doorway as I was in my underwear, wondering what was going on. 

Tony said "Well, like I said, we'd met Dean before he left and we were wondering if you'd help us out like you helped him."

I looked at them both a second and said "Look, it's late and you're both drunk. Go to bed." Then I started to close the door when Tony held out his hand and blocked it. 

"He's drunk, I'm not," said Tony. "Well, not that much, anyway. Dean said you were happy to help and we were looking for some...help."

"Just a little help," Giani said. Then he laughed and Tony elbowed him in the chest. 

"Knock it off, Giani," Tony said. "I'm talking and you're not helping."

"Go to bed guys," I said and pushed on the door.

"Please?" Tony said. "It's just us up here and it's been a while for us both. We'd really appreciate it and we won't bother you anymore. Just this once."




Helping



I looked them over. They were both handsome enough, I suppose. Not great looking, but I'd been with less attractive guys. I'd never been with two at the same time before and I was suddenly curious. I'd seen plenty of porn with three guys and it did look like it might be fun. "Yea? Just this once, huh? And who's going to help me out? Or do I have to do all the work?"

Tony smiled and said "We'll help you out too, I promise. "

I looked at him a moment, then stood aside and said "Come in."

They both walked in and I closed and locked the door behind me. I stood with my back to the door. They looked around my room a second and then both turned to me. 

Tony said "Um, how do we start?"

"Well," I said. "I can't help you with your clothes on. You'll need to take them off first. Then we can start."

They looked at each other, then started to strip. Both guys were about my age, Giani was taller and skinnier, Tony was shorter and slightly over weight. Like I said, not the worst I'd ever been with and certainly not the best. As I watched them strip, the thought of being with two guys at once started to turn me on and I felt my prick start to harden. When they were both naked and standing before me, I looked them both over for a few seconds. 

"Very nice," I said. Tony had what looked like a short, skinny cock. Giani, however, was quite the opposite. His hung low, as did his balls, uncircumcised, and easily a good 6 inches long flaccid. Tony's was just his cock head sticking out of a mass of pubic hair. I reached down and took off my underwear, then stepped forward to them. "Let's see what we have here," I said as I slowly lowered myself to my knees. 

I reached up and took Giani's prick in my left hand, while I used my right to rub around Tony's. I figured that I'd just use my hands to get them hard and see what I had to work with for a while. Tony became hard instantly, his smaller cock maybe 4 or 5 inches long. I guess Tony wasn't lying when he said that Giani was drunk because all the toying with Giani's cock wasn't doing much good. As I stroked Tony's cock with my right hand, I leaned in and took Giani into my mouth. I had to use my hand to keep it in place, but I was slowly able to bring it to life. I could feel the hardness coming into his prick as I bobbed my head up and down his length. I got him to about ¾ hardness when I heard Tony say "Hey, what about me?"

I let Giani's cock fall from my mouth, looked up at Tony and said "I'm not ignoring you," then I leaned in and sucked his cock into my mouth the entire length. His mass of pubic hair tickled my nose as I pushed his length into my mouth, just at my gag reflex. I concentrated on not gagging and held it there for a second, then I slowly pulled back. I began to stroke Giani with my left hand as I went to work on Tony's cock. I could feel Giani's cock getting even harder in my hand and released Tony to see what I'd done. I was surprised to see that he'd grown to a good 7 or 8 inches long. I'd never had a prick that big before, so that just spurred me on. I put him back into my mouth and pushed him down my throat until I could feel my eyes watering. I was rewarded with the feel of his pubes on my nose and I pulled off him. 

I stood up, went to my bag and retrieved my bottle of lube. I handed it to Tony as I lowered myself in front of Giani again. "Here," I said. "Apply this to my arsehole and your cock." Then I went back to sucking Giani's large prick. 

As I used my mouth to fuck Giani's cock, I felt the cold sensation of Tony's lube covered finger invade my hole. He was none too gentle, and soon had two lubed fingers fucking my hole. I concentrated on blowing Giani until I felt Tony get behind me. I pulled off Giani and said "Wait. Not like this." Then I stood up.

I pushed Giani toward the bed and said "Get up on the bed toward the top." I looked at Tony and said "You get behind me."

Giani turned and sat up on the bed, his back against the headboard. I climbed on to the bed, not caring about the squeaks it made, and got between his legs. I moved up to him, pointed his cock at my mouth and opened up. Then I bent my back and lifted my rear as high in the air as I could. Tony got the hint and I felt him leap aboard the bed and get behind me. 

I knew what was coming and it just turned me on more than I already was. I used my hands to support my weight as I quickly used my mouth on Giani's cock. Then I felt Tony's cock at my opening. I paused what I was doing and waited. Tony slowly slid into me and I instinctively pulled off Giani's cock, looked up with my mouth wide open and moaned. "Yea, that's it," I managed to say as Tony started to move his hips, fucking me. I turned my head to look back at him and his attention was straight down, watching his cock slide into my arse.

I turned my attention back to the big cock in front of me and started to suck him as hard and as fast as I could. Tony started to fuck me harder and his thrusts made me hit my head on Giani's chest. I pulled off him and switched to stroking his cock with one hand as I laid my head in his lap. 

"Oh, God, that's good," I said. "Keep going just like that." He was quickly thrusting his little cock into me and I knew he was going to shoot soon. I raised myself up again and looked back at him and said "Are you gonna cum? Are you ready to cum? I want you to pull out and shoot your cum on me."

He looked up at me and I knew that pushed him over the edge. His mouth dropped open and I watched him reach toward his cock. Then I felt him pull out of me and I was rewarded with his cum splashing up onto my back. I could feel him jerking his cock against my bum as the last of his load was running down between my cheeks and over my gaping hole. 

"Yessss..." I said, then I reached back and smeared his juices over my bum and rubbed them into my arsehole. "Good boy," I said as he climbed off the bed.

I turned my attention back to Giani, but turned and looked at Tony first. "Are you going to watch me help your friend?" I slowly stroked Giani's cock as I smiled at Tony. "I've never had anyone watch me before. It's kind of a turn on." With that, I opened wide, stuck out my tongue as far as I could, and ran the tip around his cock head. I could still feel some of Tony's cum on my back, the warmth slowly fading as it began to dry. As I slowly let his cock enter my mouth, I heard Tony say something in Italian, then Giani said something back. The next thing I heard was the door opening. I lifted off his prick, looked up at him and asked where Tony went.

"He'll be right back," he said. "Just keep going." And he put his hand on the back of my head and pushed. I went back to work, eagerly sucking his cock. A few seconds later, I heard footsteps in the room and the door close. 

Just picturing in my head the view that Tony was getting made me hotter and I attacked Giani's cock with purpose. I used my hand to stroke the base of his cock and I pulled off his cock to tease his cock head with my tongue. As I was teasing him, I opened my eyes and could see out of the corner of my eye, Tony standing there with a video camera. I turned my head and said "What the hell?"

"Just go with it," Tony said.

Giani grabbed my head again and pushed me down, saying "Yea, just go with it." 

I wasn't sure, but my fears melted away as I began to suck this wonderful cock again. All thoughts of someone else seeing me were gone and I quickly got into it. As I sucked his cock, he began to move his hips in time with me, so I knew I was getting him closer. 

Tony said something in Italian and Giani pulled my head up. "Turn around," he told me. 

I turned toward the camera, smiled and assumed the position at the other end of the bed. I dropped to my elbows and turned toward Tony. "Hand him the lube, Tony."

He flipped it over to Giani and I heard the top "pop" open and then closed. I watched Tony move over right toward the side of the bed as Giani moved in between my legs. He slapped his cock against my bum cheeks a few times and then moved it to my opening. I put my head down on the bed in anticipation.

He pushed slowly and there was just a split-second of pain as he entered me, but that was gone before my brain could really register it. Since he was much larger than Tony, there was a little resistance but the feeling of complete fullness in my arse was wonderful. I picked my head up and back, my mouth wide open, and a low "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, fuck yes!" escaped my lips. 

Giani slid his prick all the way into me until I felt his hips hit my bum, then he stopped. I felt him move on his knees and get comfortable, then he started to fuck me. He had his left hand on my hip as he alternated between pulling me toward him and pushing me away, slowly. Maddeningly slow, I thought. I was caught up on the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of me and momentarily forgot about the camera. Then I heard Tony move around and in front of me.

"Does that feel good?" he asked behind the camera, which was pointed right into my face.

"God, yes," I panted as Giani continued to control my every move while I looked right into the camera. 

"You like getting fucked, do you?" he asked.

"Yes, I love to get fucked. "

"Do you like his big cock in your ass?" he asked.

"Fuck," I said. "It's so big. I love it." Then I lowered my face to the mattress and turned my face to the right as Tony moved around that direction.

I reached my hand under me, stroked my cock for just a few seconds, then reached further back and grabbed Giani by the balls. I cupped them softly as they swayed. Giani stopped using me to fuck him and instead, held me steady as he moved his hips into mine. I lightly played with his balls as he slid his cock in and out of my ass. Occasionally, he would pull nearly out of me and I'd lose hold of his balls, but he would quickly return them to my hand as he moved back in. I released his sack one last time and stroked my own cock in time with his fucking. His pace quickened and he started to push harder into me.

I released my cock and just tried to steady myself with both hands as he plowed into me. I could hear the "Slap, slap, slap" of his hips hitting my bum and then Tony said something in Italian. I was rewarded with a "SLAP!" of Giani's hand on to my arse cheek, hard enough to surely leave a hand print. I was shocked enough at it that when he hit me, my sphincter clinched around his cock. Giani must have like that as he pulled out of my hole just until his head was the only thing in me and slapped my ass again, harder this time.

"Ow!" I screamed as my sphincter clinched again. "You're hurting me!" I turned to look behind me and they both were laughing at the two rather red hand prints on my arse. "Knock it off!" and then I went back to rocking my hips to keep fucking Giani.

"Sorry, Simon. We'll stop." Tony said and I heard him say something in Italian. Then Giani grabbed both my hips again and held me still as he fucked me hard and fast. I was up on all fours bracing myself and I could feel his balls slapping into mine as he laid me. At one point, he released my right side, put his right hand on the back of my head and pushed. I cooperated and lowered my head to the mattress once again. He continued to fuck me hard and fast until I heard him say "I'm cumming!"

He slowed down slightly, just a few strokes worth, then pulled out and splashed his juices all over my bum. It must have been a while since he'd orgasmed because if felt like a pint glass full of cum had hit me. I sat there with my ass high and my head low for a second, then I heard Tony say something to Giani. Giani slid his cock back into my well-worn bumhole and then pulled me up and back so that I was leaning back onto his chest. Giani reached around, grabbed my swollen prick and started to pump it quickly. I opened my eyes and watched him stroke me while Tony filmed the action. I was so turned on by all this, that it was only seconds before I came, spraying my load far up to my face and planting a large dollop on my chin. 

Tony lowered the camera and said "Very good. That was very good."

Giani pushed me up off him and got off the bed. I laid down on my back, spent. I laid there, listening to them talk in Italian as they dressed. I looked over after a few seconds and they were both fully dressed and headed for the door. "How long are you guys here for, anyway?"

Tony turned to me and said "Don't worry. When we need help, we'll find you."



Helping a Butterfly



Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.

*****

Chapter 1

Derek Doucet hated his father. Hated him with a white hot hatred. He hated his mother, hated her for leaving him with his father. Hated her for promising him that 'as soon as I get all famous, I'll send you a plane ticket to join me in Los Angeles'. But the plane ticket never came. Instead, a year after Lynne Ann Doucet left them; a plain cardboard box came, containing the ashes of Lynne Ann Doucet.

Derek looked around nervously as he entered DeGarde High School hoping that no one noticed him. The small plastic bags containing the crystal meth seemed to bulge obscenely, at least to Derek's perception, as he made his way down the dark hallway to the men's' bathroom located in the rear of the high school's dilapidated gymnasium.

The high school was located in DeGarde, Louisiana, nestled in the lush, beautiful Atchafalaya Basin. None of the lush beauty of the surrounding locale seemed to make it into the dank, crumbling high school, despite the promises of the local politicians.

"Derek, my man," Deajon Washington smiled when the slender eighteen year old entered the foul smelling room.

"Deajon," Derek swallowed nervously, looking around the dimly lighted room.

"Um, hey, um, look here," Deajon said, already gesturing with his hands. "See, it's like this, um, my sister? She needed..."

"Deajon, I don't give a fuck about your sister," Derek said, thin voice shrill. "You got the fifty or not?"

"Look, I hit you up tomorrow, know what I'm saying?" the burly football player pleaded.

"Then I'll hit you up tomorrow, know what I'm saying?" Derek said and turned to leave.

"Look, look, I got twenty; my momma let me hold twenty," Deajon begged, sweat beginning to pour down his dark face.

"Fifty. Not twenty, not thirty, fifty," Derek said and left the room.

"Ducket, what're you doing in here?" Coach Brighton bellowed, startling the slender boy.

"Pissing; that's what bathrooms are for, right?" Derek shrilled, truly frightened of the fat, balding slovenly man.

"Yeah, I'll bet," the man sneered at the boy, with his long red hair, streaked with blonde highlights. "Skip along now, Precious."

Derek scurried out, sure that the coach could hear the plastic bags squeaking as they rubbed against each other.

"Fucking faggot," the coach grumbled, watching the boy's slender form running to the front doors of the gymnasium.

"Warrington, what the fuck you doing, boy?" Coach bellowed as Deajon splashed cold water into his face, washing away the sweat.

"Sir, nothing sir," Deajon bellowed in response.

Coach Brighton tried to run his beleaguered football team as if they were a well-oiled military unit. The DeGarde Bulldogs were not a well-oiled military unit, though. They were a ragged, haphazard group of youths, most of which were only in football uniforms to impress the female population of DeGarde High School.

The man approached a filthy urinal, unzipped his baggy shorts and let loose with a stream of urine. A thunderous fart escaped and the man laughed at that.

Deajon left the bathroom, still sweating profusely, the need for his drug building in intensity.

He spotted a younger classmate loitering in the hallway, trying to impress a bored looking cheerleader. Deajon grinned; the girl was truly stunning with pneumatic breasts, long tanned legs, and white blonde hair. He himself had tried on more than one occasion to impress Peggy, but the girl was only interested in girls.

"Hey, bitch, you got that fifty bucks you owe me?" Deajon demanded, picking up the unfortunate youth by his throat, slamming him against the wall.

"Deajon, what the fuck, huh?" Peggy snapped, walking away.

Deajon found the boy's wallet and pulled out the twelve dollars he found in it.

In the library, Derek relieved himself of two of his father's baggies. With a furtive look around, the five foot, four inch boy left the library and went to his homeroom class.

There, Tara Johnson slipped him a wadded up bunch of bills and huffed impatiently as Derek carefully counted the clumped together bills.

"There's only thirty two here," Derek said.

"Um, really?" she feigned surprise.

"Um, really," he responded.

"Um, listen, um, how about I..." she husked in what she hoped was a seductive voice and pantomimed oral sex.

"Uh huh, and I tell my connection what?" he asked, thrusting the bills back at her.

By lunch time, Deajon had managed to scrape together fifty dollars and made eye contact with Derek as Derek entered the cafeteria.

"Know what gets you fucked up even faster?" Derek asked Deajon as he handed him the small bag of meth. "Try smoking it, know what I'm saying?"

Derek knew the rush would be quicker, and also knew that the effect would be significantly shorter.

Derek didn't know where Tara managed to get the other eighteen dollars, nor did he care; he was just relieved to have rid himself of all ten bags of meth. Joe had threatened on more than one occasion to kill him, his only child, if Derek came home with less than five hundred dollars.

All ten bags sold, the five hundred dollars in his backpack, Derek left the school. He didn't care about the four classes he would not attend that afternoon; he had been marked as 'Present' that morning in his homeroom class and that was the only attendance that would be taken that day.

"Fucking took you long enough," his father growled as Derek let himself into the small rental home he and his father shared.

They'd had a large, beautiful home just a few short years ago, but Lynne Ann had pulled out a second mortgage, behind Joe's back, and then ran to Los Angeles with the money from the mortgage, the maxed out credit cards, and all their savings.

Derek handed over the bills and held his breath as his father counted it.

"And five, very good," his father sneered, stuffing the money into his pocket.

"There anything to eat?" Derek asked.

"Fuck, here," Joe snapped and peeled off a sticky ten dollar bill. "Fucking go down to Popeye's, huh?"

Derek took the money and scampered out of the house.

That night, Derek stayed in the shadows of the buildings along Highway 27, selling more bags to the prostitutes that hung around outside of Club Fantastic's, a strip club in Bender Louisiana. 

A man grabbed him in an attempt to rob him. Derek screamed in horror as Joe suddenly appeared and beat the man savagely with a tire iron. With a final kick to the bleeding man's head, Joe left the man in the darkened doorway of an H&R Block office.

"Fucking be more careful, stupid little bitch," Joe screamed at Derek, savagely kicking Derek in the belly.

"Yes sir," Derek gasped, fighting down the violent nausea.

"How much you got left?" Joe demanded.

"Three bags," Derek groaned and vomited his dinner of greasy fried chicken.

"Three... What the fuck are you doing?" Joe screamed, slapping the boy across the face.

"Come on, little bitch," Joe snarled, grabbing Derek by his long red hair and pulling him down the street.

Derek was grateful to spot two more prostitutes and they bought two more of the bags. A whining, sniveling boy that looked even younger than Derek bought the last bag.

Joe continued to slap and verbally berate his son as he shoved him toward their battered pick up truck.

"Fucking tell you to move it, fucking move it, pussy," Joe said as Derek sobbed.

Joe kept Derek up as the two mixed together to ingredients for another batch of methamphetamine. Finally, at two o'clock in the morning, Joe let his son go to bed.

Chapter 2

Seven thirty the next morning, Derek stepped into the shower and lathered up his three inch erection with shampoo. He gripped his slender cock between thumb and index and middle fingers and stroked himself to a rapid climax. He pinched his large, sensitive nipples with his free hand. With a groan, he shot a good sized load of his semen onto the wall, and then hung his head. He was ashamed of what he fantasized about as he stroked his small cock.

"Hey, see if you can move twelve, huh?" Joe asked, pulling the syringe out of his arm.

"Twelve? Dad," Derek whined.

A slap to his face stifled his whining.

Deajon had tried smoking the product and was very nearly in a rage when Derek entered the dingy bathroom for the first sale of the day.

"Mother fucker; about time, dog," Deajon said, trying hard to catch his breath.

"Uh huh," Derek said, frightened of the wild look in Deajon's eye.

"Look, man, did that shit, that smoking it shit?" Deajon said, pulling out two one hundred dollar bills. "Fuck, need more of that shit, feel me?"

Derek almost sobbed in relief; that was four bags and he knew he had enough customers for the other eight.

Tara looked positively ill as she waited for him and he made the same suggestion to her; that she try smoking it instead of snorting it.

Derek was finished his sales run of the day before lunch, but decided to stay through the school day. He knew he would get a free lunch at school whereas there would be nothing to eat at home. If Joe bitched, Derek would just remind him that he'd had two extra bags to sell that day.

At three thirty, Derek left the high school and ambled toward the rental home, in no real hurry to see his father.

He paused to watch the DeGarde Bulldogs practice, and smiled at the cheerleaders' half-hearted cheers. He caught Peggy Comeaux's eye and the beautiful girl smiled and blew him a kiss. She and a few of the other girls laughed out loud when he blushed hotly and turned away.

Derek slowed his walk as he saw Mr. Glasspool's Mercedes-Benz parked in front of the house. Mr. Glasspool was the owner of the house they rented and he made Derek extremely nervous. The man seemed to stare at him, glaring angrily. The man was ex-military and still carried himself with ramrod straight posture and still spoke in loud, military bellows.

Derek stopped abruptly; the front door was splintered, hanging by only one hinge. He looked around; a few of the neighbors were outside, looking at him, looking at the house.

"Dad?" he called out, voice wavering.

"Get in here, boy," Mr. Glasspool's voice boomed out.

Derek cautiously approached and found Mr. Glasspool in the room where he and his father had prepared the meth the night before. The room was in a state of disarray, with several scorch marks on carpet, walls, and ceiling.

"You know your father was making meth in here?" Mr. Glasspool fixed Derek with a hard stare.

"Uh," Derek stammered.

"I didn't think so," Mr. Glasspool said. "You didn't know anything about it, did you?" 

"I uh," Derek stammered.

"Right? Nothing at all; he never let you come in here, right?" Mr. Glasspool strongly suggested.

"Uh right," Derek agreed.

"Good, good," Mr. Glasspool seemed to approve.

He put a strong hand on Derek's shoulder.

"Go on, get you some clothes together; you can't stay here," Mr. Glasspool ordered.

Derek went down the hall to his bedroom. Mr. Glasspool gave a disgusted snort at the squalor of the room. He lurked nearby as Derek packed a few items.

"Anything else?" Mr. Glasspool asked when Derek finished.

"Um, no, not really," Derek admitted.

A quick glance in his father's room, which was in even worse disarray than his own bedroom, and Derek grabbed the box of his mother's ashes.

"My mom," he explained and Mr. Glasspool nodded in curt approval.

"Come on; taking you down to the police; tell them you know nothing about the meth lab, hear?" Mr. Glasspool ordered.

Three hours later, Mr. Glasspool put Derek back in his car and drove to a modest home in Kimble, Louisiana.

"Bathroom right there," Mr. Glasspool ordered, shoving Derek toward a large room just off a large bedroom. "I'll fix us something to eat while you get yourself cleaned up."

Derek found flowery smelling shampoo and soap and availed himself of the fragrant items.

After toweling himself off, he found only a tee shirt laid out on the large bed. He slipped it on and pulled down on the hem, which just reached to mid thigh.

"Much better," Mr. Glasspool said, entering the bedroom. "Come on. Dinner's on the table.

"Thank you, Mr. Glasspool," Derek murmured, still tugging on the hem of the tee shirt.

"What'd you call your father?" the older man asked, fixing Derek with a hard stare.

"Um, mostly Joe," Derek said.

"Uh huh, why don't you call me 'Daddy?'" the man suggested.

"Daddy?" Derek asked, surprised.

"Uh huh, I'll be taking care of you," Mr. Glasspool said. "Only makes sense to me, since you didn't call your father 'Daddy,' right?"

Derek ate the soup and sandwich and guzzled the large glass of milk, then fidgeted while 'Daddy' slowly ate his own meal. His buttocks rested on the hard wooden chair, which made him fidget all the more.

"Come on, let's watch a little television," Daddy said and Derek followed him into a large den.

"And here you go," Daddy said, pouring them both a glass of cognac.

"Oh!" Derek coughed as the liquor burned at his throat.

"Slowly, slowly," Daddy said. "Good God, boy, you rush through everything?"

Derek took his suggestion and sipped the remainder of the liquid. He wasn't sure what they were watching; it was extremely boring to him though.

"Come on, ready for bed?" Daddy asked, collecting both their glasses.

"Okay," Derek agreed, holding the hem of his tee shirt down over his small penis.

"Why you keep pulling at that?" Daddy asked, indicating the tee shirt.

"It, um, it's too short," Derek complained.

"So?" Daddy asked. "What of it?"

"It um, you'll see my um, my cock, Derek said, blushing hotly as they again entered the large bedroom.

"Your what?" Daddy laughed a harsh laugh.

"My cock," Derek said.

"Let's see," Daddy said and reached over and pulled up the hem, exposing Derek to just under his sternum.

He smiled at Derek's embarrassment.

"Boy, that's not a cock," he smirked. "Hell, boy, that's barely even a pee-pee."

He unzipped his trousers and pushed them down his muscular legs.

"This, boy, this is a cock," Daddy said, lifting the hem of his dress shirt with one hand and hefting a large cock with the other.

Derek's mouth open in shock as Daddy displayed a six inch slab of meat.

"And that isn't even angry yet," Daddy smiled. '"When it's angry? It's nine and a half inches long and three and a quarter inches around."

He shook it at Derek.

"That's a cock," he said, then kicked his shoes off, and then pulled trousers and socks off his legs.

He unbuttoned the shirt, gathered all items of clothing and marched nude to the bathroom.

A moment later, he returned, gave Derek a little nudge toward the bed, then turned off the light.

"You um, you're sleeping in here too?" Derek asked as he got into the bed and felt the bed shift as Daddy got in on the other side.

"Of course," Daddy said.

"Oh, um I..." Derek stammered, truly uncomfortable.

"How else I'm going to take care of you?" Daddy husked and pulled the eighteen year old boy close.

Derek struggled as Daddy thrust his tongue into his mouth.

"Quit," Daddy hissed, grabbing Derek's small cock and testicles in a fierce grip.

"But..." Derek stammered as Daddy again drove his tongue into Derek's mouth.

Daddy's hands roamed over Derek's back, arms and chest as he kissed the boy.

Derek shuddered, repulsed by the feeling of another man's tongue in his mouth, another man's hands on his body.

Uh huh," Daddy scoffed.

"I hate you," Derek screamed.

"Uh huh; that's why your little pee-pee's all hard, right?" Daddy chuckled and stroked Derek's small erection with thumb and forefinger.

Derek sobbed in shame as Daddy bent and sucked on his large nipples.

"Tell me you don't like this," Daddy taunted and again kissed Derek's lips.

Derek gasped and groaned as Daddy suddenly took the small penis into his mouth. Within seconds, he was spurting his semen into Daddy's sucking mouth.

Mm hmm," Daddy mumbled, pulling his mouth off of Derek's cock.

Derek protested as Daddy's mouth pressed to his own.

Another fierce grip of his testicles and Derek opened his mouth to cry out. Daddy pressed his mouth to Derek and fed Derek his own semen.

Then Daddy put two fingers into his mouth, wetting them.

"Here, spread them legs," Daddy ordered and Derek complied.

"Oh! Don't! That hurts!" Derek protested as he felt one of Daddy's thick fingers tickling his anus.

"Uh huh, how you know?" Daddy taunted. "Huh? Ever done this before?"

"No," Derek denied.

He squealed as Daddy's thick finger pushed into his rectum and tried to push Daddy's hand away. A slap to his face stilled his feeble attempts and he sobbed as Daddy thrust the finger in and out of his bowels.

Soon Daddy added the second finger, wiggling them and spreading them and thrusting them in and out.

"Here," Daddy said almost gently. "Get this good and wet, huh?"

"What?" Derek asked and squealed in surprise as he felt the hard bulbous head of Daddy's cock at his lips.

"Come on, boy, huh?" Daddy groaned. "Fuck, just give it a few good licks, huh?"

Derek sobbed as Daddy's cock pushed into his mouth.

"Aw yeah," Daddy groaned and began pumping his fingers in and out of Derek's sore rectum.

Derek figured out, the quicker he satisfied Daddy, the faster he could end this horrible assault.

"Oh yeah, aw yeah, oh that's good; you like that, huh?" Daddy groaned as Derek sucked forcefully at the fat cock head, small tongue lapping at the piss slit.

"Oohh!" Daddy groaned and suddenly Derek's mouth filled with a thick bitter substance.

With another groan, Daddy slumped over, pulling his cock out of Derek's mouth.

Derek protested as Daddy's cock spat three more jets of semen, splattering his face and hair.

Aw yeah, you fucking liked that, huh?" Daddy softly asked, laying down next to Derek and gathering the eighteen year old into his arms.

"No; fucking hated it," Derek sobbed out, face burning with shame.

"Uh huh; that's why you're still all hard, right?" Daddy asked, giving Derek's small cock a light stroke.

Derek didn't answer as Daddy used his fingers to scrape the semen from his face.

"Come on, open up," Daddy ordered and fed the fingers to Derek.

Derek felt the bed shift again and then heard a drawer being slid open.

"And we'll just..." Daddy murmured and Derek could feel the bed jiggle slightly.

Come on," Daddy ordered and Derek felt him pull him.

"What?" Derek asked as Daddy put him on his knees.

"Now," Daddy said, pushing on Derek's back.

"No!" Derek cried out, realizing what was about to come.

Fuck!" Daddy bellowed, angered as Derek struggled to get away. "Hold still!"

Derek screamed as one of Daddy's powerful hands gripped his waist and the other hand spread his buttocks.

He screamed again as he could feel the fat knob of Daddy's cock press against his tightly clenched anus.

"Oh yeah, fight it, little bitch," Daddy taunted.

Derek gave a blood curdling scream as Daddy's cock began to gain entry.

"Aw!" Daddy sighed as the head popped past Derek's sphincter.

Derek could feel his stomach in his throat as Daddy slowly, deliberately wormed his cock into his bowels

Suddenly Derek stiffened and then sobbed in shame as his small cock spurted a hot stream of semen.

Uh huh, uh huh," Daddy chuckled and began laboriously pulling his fat cock back out.

Within moments, Daddy was sliding his cock in and out of Derek's tight anal sheath, fucking him. Again Derek sobbed in shame as he came again, spurting his semen into the tee shirt.

"And, oh God yes!" Daddy cried out and Derek felt the cock in his bowels swell and then spurt a white hot stream into his guts.

Chapter 3

Derek winced as he got out of the bed. He sat on the commode and again sobbed in shame as he swore he could feel Daddy's semen dripping out of his bowels into the water. With a soft fart, a turd dropped out and Derek winced as the action did hurt his very sore anus.




Helping a Butterfly



"Hey boy," Daddy said, entering the bathroom.

Even though it was only five o'clock in the morning, Daddy was already up and dressed in shorts and tee shirt. Daddy stripped out of his shorts and tee shirt and kicked his jogging shoes into the closet.

"Care to join me?" Daddy smiled as he stepped into the shower.

"No," Derek sullenly said.

"Aw come on boy, come join me," Daddy said in a voice that let Derek know it wasn't really a request.

Derek gingerly dabbed at his sore anus and got into the scalding hot spray.

"Your little pussy still hurt?" Daddy asked gently, kissing Derek.

"Yes," Derek sullenly said.

"Aw, I'm sorry," Daddy murmured and kissed Derek again.

He grabbed a face cloth, lathered it up with the floral soap and gently, lovingly soaped Derek up.

Then he lathered Derek's hair.

And," Daddy said, gently but firmly pushing Derek to his knees.

Derek sighed as Daddy pushed his erect cock into his mouth.

"Breathe through your nose," Daddy counseled as Derek gagged.

Derek did and Daddy held his cock in the back of Derek's throat for a long moment, and then began to pull out again.

"Like sucking cock, huh?" Daddy asked.

"Mm mmm," Derek denied, shaking his head.

"Then why you playing with your little pee-pee?" Daddy asked and thrust back into Derek's mouth.

Derek sobbed bitter tears; this was exactly what he had fantasized about when he masturbated; a large, strong man forcing him to satisfy him.

Daddy stiffened and Derek sucked hungrily as semen began to flood his mouth.

"Good little cock sucker," Daddy crooned as he filled Derek's mouth. "Good little cock sucker.

Derek sobbed, then suddenly vomited, curled up on the shower floor.

"Uh huh; it's always hard at first," Daddy comforted as he used his own bar of detergent soap to clean off with.

"I fucking hate you," Derek sobbed and vomited again.

"Uh huh," Daddy said and hopped out of the shower.

Derek slowly, painfully got to his feet, found a soft towel and dried himself off.

There were no clothes laid out for him and he could not find any of his clothes.

"Hey, breakfast. Now," Daddy ordered.

"Where's my..." Derek asked.

"You don't need any of that; you're not going anywhere, huh?" Daddy said.

Derek felt very self-conscious as he ate breakfast, sitting at the table, nude.

"I'll be back," Daddy abruptly said, getting to his feet. "Kitchen better be clean when I get back."

Derek tried to clean but cleaning was not one of the skills his father had passed on to him.

"This?" Daddy asked disappointment evident in his voice. "You call this clean?"

"I tried," Derek whined, instinctively covering his small penis and testicles with his hand.

"Come on; obviously you need a little motivation, huh?" Daddy said, marching the boy to the bedroom.

Derek whimpered as Daddy came out of the bathroom, holding a razor's strop in his hand.

"Since it's just your first time," Daddy mused aloud. "I think ten ought to do it; what you think?"

"I think none ought to do it," Derek countered.

Daddy didn't answer, just positioned Derek so that his face was pressed to the bed and his ass was sticking up.

"One," Daddy said and Derek screamed as the leather strop made contact.

"Oh God, I love a bright red ass," Daddy groaned as soon as the tenth blow had landed.

Derek howled as Daddy fell to his knees behind him and began gripping and pinching his reddened ass cheeks.

"Aw fuck, I got to..." Daddy said and Derek heard the man's trousers zipper being pulled down.

Then he heard Daddy spit. A moment later, Daddy's erect cock pressed against Derek's puckered hole.

Daddy wasn't even halfway in and he was spurting heavily into Derek's bowels.

"Now," Daddy gasped and wheezed. "Get your cute little ass back in that kitchen and clean it up, huh?"

Derek scampered back to the kitchen and redoubled his efforts to clean the room. Hot tears of shame burned his face as he felt Daddy's semen dribbling down the insides of his thighs. He stopped cleaning the kitchen and used a paper towel to wipe the residue from his thighs and sore anus.

"No, no, like this," Daddy barked, obviously recovered from his strenuous activities.

Quickly, methodically, Daddy cleaned the kitchen.

"Now, come on," Daddy smiled and kissed Derek. "Let me show you what I got you."

He dutifully followed Daddy into the den and saw a few bags from Babbage's, the exclusive department store that was located in Bender, Louisiana.

Derek's mother had taken him there a few times when she was depressed. There, she would pretend to be a rich socialite, trying on various outfits, pretending she was shopping for 'that perfect little dress.' Derek had loved the store, loved the smells and the sights and the feels as he and his mother shopped.

"Now, here, see if these will fit you," Daddy said, pulling out a pair of jeans.

Derek stared at the low rider boot cut jeans. There was a flower on the back pocket.

"Here, come on," Daddy said, growing just a little impatient.

"But those are, they're..." Derek stammered.

"And here's a little top," Daddy said, pulling out a pink crop top.

"But they're girls' clothes!" Derek protested.

"And?" Daddy asked, turning to face the boy.

"But I'm a..." Derek stammered.

"Uh huh, and you going to stand there and tell me all boys shave their legs and underarms?" Daddy asked, knowing smirk on his face.

"I'm on the swim team," Derek declared.

"And DeGarde hasn't had a swim team in three years. Put them on," Daddy said, digging around and pulling out a very short skirt and silk blouse.

Derek did, face burning in shame.

"Aw yeah, God, makes me want to fuck you just looking at you," Daddy declared.

Derek tried on the panties and the skirts and blouses.

"And, this is to sleep in," Daddy finally said, pulling out a baby doll and thong panty set.

Derek put the intimate garment on and Daddy groaned in pleasure as Derek slowly turned.

"All right, put the jeans and top on," Daddy ordered, and Derek did so.

Daddy dug around in a smaller bag, pulled out a soft brush and brushed Derek's hair. He reached back into the bag and pulled out a scrunchy and pulled Derek's long hair into a pony-tail.

"Come on," Daddy ordered, pushing the hotly blushing boy toward the front door.

"Wait, what?" Derek shrilly protested.

"What? We're going out to eat," Daddy said. "You didn't make any lunch, did you?"

"But I can't, I look like..." Derek cried out.

"Here," Daddy said, pushing Derek toward the half bath just off the kitchen.

He snapped on the light and turned Derek to look in the mirror over the sink.

"There, huh?" Daddy asked, reaching under the half-top and pinching Derek's sensitive nipple. "Huh? What you look like, huh?"

Derek looked at the hotly blushing girl that looked back at him.

"Now, come on, quit your dawdling," Daddy ordered, giving Derek's nipple a final pinch.

Derek looked around nervously but none of Daddy's neighbors were outside. In the Mercedes, he scrunched down in the passenger seat.

"Quit; keep doing that and people will know something's wrong," Daddy demanded.

If the waitress at Hop Kim's Chinese restaurant thought anything about a man in his sixties taking a girl in her teens out for lunch, she didn't let her face show it. She simply seated them, took their drink orders and disappeared.

"Know what?" Daddy said, tracing a finger on Derek's soft belly. "Bet a tattoo would look cute right...here. What you think?"

"A... What kind of tattoo?" Derek asked.

"Something cute," Daddy said and kissed him softly.

"A rose?" Derek suggested.

"NO, no, a cute little butterfly," Daddy said.

"You ready order?" the waitress asked, placing Daddy's beer and Derek's cola in front of them.

"Beef and broccoli, please," Derek asked.

"Give me the General Tso chicken," Daddy ordered.

"Ooh, I have to go to the bathroom," Derek suddenly said.

"Make sure you go to the girls' one, all right?" Daddy whispered in his ear before giving him another kiss.

"Oh yeah," Derek giggled.

He also reminded himself to sit on the commode. He washed his hands ad snuggled close to Daddy when he returned to his seat.

"You wash them hands?" Daddy asked.

"No!" Derek giggled, putting his still damp hands on Daddy's face.

They shared food with each other, like lovers and Derek smirked at the jealous looks Daddy was getting from the men in the restaurant.

Chapter 4

Daddy smiled as DeeDee pranced around the kitchen, singing along to 'More than this,' a remix version by the singer, Madison Park.

They'd decided on DeeDee as his girl's name; it was his initials, Derek Doucet.

The waist training corset was cinched tightly, but obviously not too tightly, if he could comfortably dance and sing while he made their breakfast.

"Oops, sorry," DeeDee giggled when he spotted Daddy standing there. "I'll change it back."

He found the Beatles Channel on the satellite radio and Daddy smiled as the song 'Eight Days A Week' began to play.

DeeDee's little boobs peeked out the top of the corset and Daddy grabbed one as he gave the boy a kiss.

"Breakfast's almost ready," DeeDee said and skipped away before Daddy could grab his little cock.

After breakfast, after DeeDee cleaned the kitchen, Daddy pulled him into the shower. With the corset off, Daddy admired the way DeeDee's hips and waist were beginning to form. He played with DeeDee's small breasts, and DeeDee's nipples grew hard.

Daddy traced his finger over the tattoo of a butterfly that DeeDee had on her soft little belly, just above his soft red mat of pubic hair.

He smiled as he remembered the tattoo artist's smirk as DeeDee had lay down on the table, then eased shorts and panties down, exposing a tuft of reddish blonde curls. Daddy remembered the tattoo artist had an erection the entire time he worked on DeeDee's soft belly. Daddy chuckled, wondering what the fat balding man's reaction would have been had he known just under the elastic band of DeeDee's panties was a small, hard cock.

His erection had not detracted him from his duty; the tattoo was a real beauty. Daddy lightly touched the tattoo again.

"I love you, Daddy," DeeDee moaned and stroked Daddy's hardening cock.

"Love you too, sweetie pie," Daddy moaned as DeeDee's soft hands fondled his balls and hard cock.

"My face or my pussy?" DeeDee whispered, sucking another kiss from Daddy.

"Pussy," Daddy moaned.

"Oh, good; I was hoping you would fuck me," DeeDee husked and turned, bending at the waist.

Daddy used a palmful of shampoo to grease up his cock.

DeeDee knew how to relax his muscles so that Daddy's cock slid in easily. Then as Daddy began to pull out, DeeDee clamped down, gripping Daddy's cock tightly.

"Oh fuck you're good," Daddy moaned.

"Fuck me, Baby, fuck me; shoot all that hot jizz up my little pussy," DeeDee moaned.

DeeDee's small hand reached between his legs and fondled Daddy's heavy balls.

"Aw shit!" Daddy bellowed and pumped hot spurt after hot spurt into DeeDee's tight ass.

"When his softened cock pulled out of DeeDee with a soft 'pop,' he knelt and took DeeDee's throbbing cock into his mouth.

"Ooh Daddy," DeeDee sighed and spurted a few spurts of semen into Daddy's mouth.

They kissed, sharing DeeDee's spunk, until it was all gone.

"Need to dress in that grey suit I got you," Daddy ordered when they finished showering.

"Ooh, the one with the adorable little hat?" DeeDee asked.

"Uh huh," Daddy agreed.

DeeDee carefully applied his make up, and then brushed out his long red hair.

Daddy remembered at it was time for DeeDee's shot and found syringe and vial and drew out ten CCs of the estrogen/steroid solution.

DeeDee dutifully bent over, already tightening his rump for the injection.

Daddy helped him put on the corset and did pull it a little tighter.

"Oh," DeeDee complained slightly.

"And when we get back, we need to do a little more with the pump," Daddy said, indicating the breast pump that sat on the vanity.

"When we get... Where are we going anyway?" DeeDee asked, pulling up the stockings and affixing them to the corset's garters.

"Oh, damn, didn't tell you?" Daddy said, concerned. "Joe's trial starts today."

DeeDee stopped smoothing the blouse over his corset.

"Joe... But he'll see me, like this," DeeDee whimpered.

"And I'll be right there," Daddy promised.

He hugged the boy.

"Honey, really, you think Joe doesn't already know you're gay?" he softly asked.

"Gay, yeah, maybe," DeeDee agreed, clutching tightly to Daddy. "But this is a bit more than gay."

Just before leaving the house, DeeDee put the cute little pill box hat on. Daddy had bought the outfit; Daddy bought all of DeeDee's outfits, but Daddy had especially bought this outfit.

"My mother had one just like it," he explained the slightly outdated outfit. "It was her Sunday's best."

"You look so handsome," DeeDee said, brushing an imaginary piece of lint off of Daddy's dark blue suit.

"Can't get over how beautiful you are," Daddy said.

"Thank you," DeeDee said.

At the courthouse, DeeDee didn't even think about it as he pulled out his driver's license when the guard asked for identification. Daddy smirked when the large man looked, then looked again at card then at the now blushing DeeDee.

"You have a nice day, Princess," the man finally smirked.

"Thank you," DeeDee mumbled.

At the Defendant's table, Joe Doucet sat, looking grey, puffy, and old. He didn't bother looking at anyone in the courtroom, barely even acknowledged his attorney.

The State presented their evidence, Joe's lawyer tried half-heartedly, but the State prevailed and Joe was found guilty on all counts of the indictment.

""Sentencing will be decided on the twelfth of next month," the judge declared, banging down his gavel.

"We'll be there, Joe," DeeDee promised as Joe turned to be led away.

Joe looked at the cute little woman and his former landlord and shrugged.

Joe was already backing in his cell before recognition set in. The cute little woman had been his son, Derek Edward Doucet.

At their house, Daddy gave DeeDee a soft little slap on his ass.

"Remember, twenty minutes on each breast," he said. "I'll be back."

DeeDee stripped out of his outfit, carefully hanging each item up, then eased the straps down, baring his cute little tits.

Daddy said he wanted DeeDee to sport at least a 'B' cup. He bent forward and slipped the pump's cup over his right breast and slowly pumped the bulb.

"Ooh," DeeDee gave a soft moan at the delicious, maddening tugging began.

He did it as tight as he could stand it, then eased his panties down and began to masturbate.

"Ooh," he again moaned and milked his cock for all he was worth.

He spurted his come into the palm of his hand, and then licked his hand clean.

At the same time that DeeDee was milking his cock, Daddy was in Donald Pellichet's office, telling his lawyer that he wished to change his will.

"Okay, at present, you have one Linda Hope Moonch as your sole beneficiary," Donald intoned, looking over the simple document. "Ms. Moonch is, I believe, your step-sister?"

"That is correct," David Glasspool agreed. "And I'd still like to leave her the life insurance I have with Young Insurance along with the gold and silver in the safe deposit box at First DeGarde."

"The uh, oh okay, the one hundred and fifty thousand dollar policy," Donald said, looking at the paper.

"Right," David agreed.

"Okay, now, there's the matter of the house on..." Donald began.

"The nine rental houses, plus the domicile that I currently reside at, plus the five hundred thousand dollar life insurance policy with the United States Armed Services Insurance are all to be left to one Derek Edward Doucet. Here's his information.

David slid a few documents across the desk.

"And Mr. Doucet is...?" Donald asked, jotting down the information.

"My lover," David said firmly.

"answers that question," Donald said, not missing a pen stroke.

"What question?" David asked.

"Why a good looking, distinguished gentleman such as yourself is not married," Donald said and slid the papers across for David to approve.

Chapter 5

Daddy sighed as he read through Joe's latest letter. DeeDee dutifully wrote to Joe every week and included a twenty dollar money order for Joe's account at Mumphrey Correctional Center.

In thanks, Joe wrote back, calling DeeDee vile names, quoting Biblical passages, denouncing his son's chosen lifestyle.

"it's not a choice, ass hole," Daddy mumbled.

David Glasspool remembered growing up in New Orleans, the son of an unwed woman. They lived in the government housing project known as Desire Street where the majority of residents were poor, uneducated blacks. He and the few white youths formed a gang of sorts, committing small crimes, committing petty thefts, occasionally getting into fist fights with other gangs.

The whole time, David knew something was wrong with him. When the others talked about the few girls that hung around their periphery, and even had sex with the few girls, David had no desire to have sex with the fat, unattractive girls, particularly the two heavy set black girls that trailed behind them.

No, David wanted to suck the cocks of his friends, wanted to sink his cock into their hot mouths, ram his cock into their tight bowels.

One time, a gang from the Fisher Street Project got off the streetcar, looking for trouble. The five Fisher Street boys clashed with the six Desire Street Project boys. Within minutes, four of the Fisher Street boys ran off, leaving Peter Lewrill behind.

David took the sniveling, trembling boy back to the two room flat he shared with his mother (his mother was at work, putting labels on the cans of Blue Runner Red Kidney Beans.) There, on the dilapidated couch that was his bed, he did all the things he had longed to do for so many years.

Peter was a willing victim and continued to take the streetcar from his apartment to David's apartment.

Then, in a fight with another group of bored, disaffected youths, David accidentally killed one of the youths. The judge gave David a choice, twelve to twenty for involuntary manslaughter, or military life.

David chose the military and lived in the shadows within the military machine for twenty seven years. He spent twenty seven years terrified that his secret would be discovered, that his shame would be exposed.

Finally, after reaching the rank of Sergeant Major, David was brought in front of his commanding officer and charged with 'conduct unbecoming an officer.' David's face burned with shame while charge after charge was read aloud.

Despite living in fear, David had loved the military life, even when he was in Vietnam, in the sweltering jungles, even as bullets were ripping through the dense foliage, even as his friends and colleagues were being slaughtered, he had loved the military. But he had no choice but to accept discharge

Daddy looked up from Joe's latest vehement diatribe as DeeDee, carrying that scruffy cat of his, skipped into the office.

"Hi Daddy," DeeDee sang out, holding the cat out for Daddy to pet.

"Get that damned mangy beast out of here," Daddy growled.

"Oh, Daddy didn't mean it," DeeDee assured the uncaring cat. "Don't listen to him; he's so grumpy."

"The hell I didn't," Daddy growled, but petted the cat anyway.

"Another letter from Joe?" DeeDee asked softly, losing his smile.

"Yep; want to read it?" Daddy asked.

"Is it the usual 'you're going to Hell for being gay' letters?" DeeDee asked.

"Yep, afraid so," Daddy said.

"Then no; shred it," DeeDee sighed.

"Good idea; we'll line Purr's litter box with it," Daddy said, hoping to get a smile from the boy.

"That's fine," DeeDee said.




Helping a Butterfly



"Hey, I didn't write this letter, why am I being punished?" Daddy asked.

"Punished?" DeeDee asked.

"No kiss?" Daddy suggested.

"Oh, Daddy, I'm sorry," DeeDee smiled and kissed Daddy softly.

The soft kiss grew in passion and Daddy pulled DeeDee into his lap.

"Want to..." DeeDee suggested, rubbing the soft bulge in Daddy's lap.

Daddy tensed, knowing the disappointment that awaited the two of them.

Lately, achieving an erection had become more and more difficult. Often, the erection would be very short-lived, wilting before he could fully enter DeeDee's tight hole.

DeeDee would assure him it was all right, but Daddy knew the beautiful boy was frustrated.

"Baby, please, please go to the doctor," DeeDee urged.

"Appointment tomorrow," Daddy sighed.

"Really?" DeeDee asked.

"Really," Daddy said.

"Thank you, Baby," DeeDee murmured and snuggled closer to Daddy.

"Damn it, get that animal out of here," Daddy said after a moment; he could hear Purr scratching at something.

He did feel a slight stirring as DeeDee's tight shorts crept up, exposing slices of his delicious ass when the boy bent over to pick up the scruffy beast.

"Come on, Purr; Daddy's being a grumpy old fart," DeeDee crooned to the cat.

DeeDee pranced out of the room, not bothering to pull the shorts out of the crack of his ass.

"We love you, Daddy," DeeDee said, closing the door to the office.

"Love you too, Sweetheart," Daddy said, feeding Joe's letter to the shredder.

"Notice you're not too fucking holy to refuse the money, prick," Daddy muttered.

The next morning, Daddy was fasting so DeeDee just ate a cup of yogurt. Again, Daddy did feel a slight stirring in his trousers as DeeDee licked the spoon with his delicious little tongue.

DeeDee smiled, knowing the effect he was having on Daddy.

"Tease," Daddy smiled and kissed the sweet boy.

"Uh huh," DeeDee simpered.

DeeDee put on the simple skirt and blouse, after slipping into his corset and stockings. Daddy slapped him on his bottom.

"Uh, panties?" he asked.

"No," DeeDee whispered, then gave Daddy a passionate kiss.

"You'll be the only one that knows that I'm not wearing any," he said, raking his painted fingernails along the lump of meat in Daddy's boxer shorts.

He turned to leave the room.

"And I want you to think about that," he said, and then skipped out of the room.

Dr. Farbacher was a young looking fifty year old that greeted David warmly, looked at DeeDee with a raised eyebrow, and then smiled when David nodded his head.

"Wow, if I didn't know..." he said and gave DeeDee's small hand a quick shake.

"Didn't know what?" DeeDee asked.

"All right, let's get you on that scale; David, I told you, need to cut back on..." Dr. Farbacher chided.

"Yeah yeah, kiss my ass, Mark," David grumbled.

"How many times I got to tell you?" Dr. Farbacher said.

"And how many times I got to tell you; call me Mr. Glasspool, and then I'll call you Doctor," David said.

"Uh huh," Dr. Farbacher said.

He was deft with his needle and had the blood drawn before David could wince in pain.

"So, what's going on, David?" he finally asked after concluding a few more tests.

"Hard to get it up, no lead in the pencil," David blushed hotly.

"And you're what? Seventy one?" Dr. Farbacher asked.

"What the fuck's my age got to do with it?" David snapped.

"Oh, nothing, nothing," Dr. Farbacher smiled, reaching into a cabinet and pulling out a small bottle.

"Here, thirty enough?" he asked, handing David a bottle of Viagra.

"Hope so," David said, immediately opening the bottle and taking one of the pills.

"What's that?" DeeDee asked David.

"Viagra," David said.

"Oh!" DeeDee sighed.

"Should have the lab tests back in, let's see, Thursday, all right?" Dr. Farbacher said, again giving DeeDee a warm handshake.

"Thank you, Daddy," DeeDee whispered as they left the small building.

"Thank you for what?" David asked, trying to see if he could feel any difference in his cock.

"For taking that Viagra; I'm sorry I don't excite you enough, but hopefully that will work," DeeDee said as they got into the car.

"Baby, don't ever think you don't excite me," David said, pulling the boy to him and giving him a kiss.

He sighed.

"But you heard him. I'm seventy one years old," David sighed.

"I know, but still..." DeeDee said.

"Come on; I'm starving," David said, pulling into Clark's Drive-In.

DeeDee watched the two girls as they skated around, round asses peeking out the bottom of their tight red shorts, tee shirts stretched tightly over their full breasts.

David ordered, ignoring the girl as she thrust her large breasts in his direction. DeeDee glared at the impertinent girl; this made David chuckle.

It took three days, but the Viagra did work. Daddy was almost worried that it might have worked too well; DeeDee was complaining of soreness.

Daddy smiled triumphantly as DeeDee got to shaky legs and waddled to the bathroom, Daddy's sperm dribbling out of his hole and down his thighs.

"Want me to quit taking the..." he asked.

No!" DeeDee said quickly.

In his office, Dr. Farbacher reached for the telephone, and then shook his head.

"Give them the weekend, huh?" he quietly said.

Chapter 6

When Daddy got the news, it took a toll on him almost immediately.

"Lung... But I quit smoking ten years ago," he said, stunned.

"Is there anything we can do?" DeeDee asked, tears spilling out of his beautiful eyes.

"If we had caught it five, six months ago, maybe," Dr. Farbacher quietly said to the sobbing boy. "But now? No, not really."

Linda and Louis Moonch swooped in like vultures searching for scraps of meat, shoving DeeDee aside as they barged into the house.

"We're getting ready to have lunch; I'm sorry, I didn't know you were coming," DeeDee apologized as he set Daddy's tray on the bedside table.

"Oh, that's all right," Louis leered at DeeDee.

Linda demanded that Daddy let her be the one to assist him. Daddy smirked at Linda's false display of concern.

"Well, I'm about to take a shit; you going to wipe my ass?" he asked.

"Um uh, no, I'm sure your nurse here can take care of that," Linda said, face pale.

"Oh, okay, uh, thought I just heard you say you'd do anything," Daddy said.

After the lunch was eaten, DeeDee wiped Daddy's mouth, and then gave him a soft kiss. He took the tray and left the bedroom.

Linda followed DeeDee to the kitchen.

"Uh hey, uh, sister, you do know that Mr. Glasspool's a pole smoker, right?" Linda asked harshly.

"Excuse me?" DeeDee asked, turning to face the sixty year old woman.

"He's a fag," Linda continued. "SO, uh, get it out of your pretty little head that he's ever going to be interested in you, all right?"

"We're married, Mrs. Moonch," DeeDee said, showing Linda the engagement and wedding band on his hand.

"Yeah right!" Linda hooted. "Honey, I'll have that thrown out so quick it'll make your head spin! It'll never stick! He's gay! Hear me? Gay!"

"So am I," DeeDee said. 

"Oh, I get it," Linda sneered. "The pole smoker and the rug muncher get married, right? How fucking convenient,"

"Pretty little girl like you?" Louis asked from behind Linda. "God damn that's a fucking waste."

"Hey, Honey, why don't you show them your cock?" Daddy asked from behind Linda and Louis.

"All right," DeeDee smiled, raising the hem of his skirt.

"You mean..." Louis asked, losing both smirk and erection.

"Oh, David! Hi! We uh..." Linda stammered.

"Were just leaving, right?" Daddy ordered.

It was another two months and four days before DeeDee saw Linda and Louis Moonch again. He sat in the small room and sobbed, every now and then he would look at the emaciated shell of David Glasspool, lying in the dark mahogany box and fresh tears formed again.

"Need you to be out of my house by tomorrow," Linda ordered, not even looking at David.

"What?" DeeDee asked, unable to see through her tears.

"You, that useless cat, and all your shit, out," Linda ordered.

"The will is to be read on Monday," Donald Pellichet firmly said, placing a protective hand on DeeDee's shoulder.

"Good God, fucker's not even in the ground and you already got yourself some buck n*gger?" Linda sneered.

DeeDee gasped at the woman's hateful words and felt Donald's hand tighten on his shoulder.

Donald gave the eulogy to the small crowd of people; David Glasspool did not have many friends an had not endeared himself to many people.

"I am truly sorry for your loss," Dr. Farbacher quietly told DeeDee.

"Thank you, Dr. Farbacher," DeeDee said.

"He was a horrible patient, but a good friend," Dr. Farbacher went on.

"You're telling me!" DeeDee smiled through tears. "Good God, all he did was complaining!"

"And all he did was tell me what great care you were taking of him," the doctor smiled, shook DeeDee's hand, then left.

DeeDee drove the Mercedes-Benz home, vowing to get rid of the car, knowing that he would never get rid of the car. It smelled like Daddy.

Once inside the house, he went immediately to the bedroom and looked at the empty hospital bed. 

Then he went down the hall to the second bedroom, crawled into bed, still wearing dress, corset, stockings and pumps, pulled the blanket over himself and fell asleep.

Purr came in, crawled up the blanket and lay curled up to DeeDee's belly.

"Mangy beast," DeeDee murmured, echoing Daddy's favorite expression for the cat.

On Monday, DeeDee dressed in casual slacks, silk blouse, and flat sandals and drove to Donald Pellichet's office. Ethel, Donald's receptionist, was very polite, offered words of condolence, and fixed DeeDee a cup of coffee.

"Who does your hair?" Ethel asked as she handed DeeDee the cup of coffee.

"I go to T. Dayton's, right up Fifty two," DeeDee admitted.

"God! Like I could afford that!" Ethel protested.

Ethel was also polite to Linda and Louis Moonch, but Linda wasn't interested in politeness, while Louis paid far too much attention to Ethel's chest for anyone's comfort.

Linda exploded in rage when she heard that she was not the sole beneficiary of David's will and tore up the copy of David and Derek's marriage certificate when Donald showed it to her.

"No court in Louisiana would ever uphold that bullshit!" she screamed at

an unimpressed Donald.

"They were married in Maryland; a state that does recognize same sex marriage," Donald said simply.

"But Louisiana don't," Louis interjected.

"True, but that is not how the court will look at it," Donald said.

"We'll get our own fucking lawyer and fight this bullshit," Linda vowed.

"Be a waste of time, but go right ahead," Donald calmly said.

Apparently the three lawyers that Linda Moonch spoke with agreed with Donald's assertion; she never did bring suit against Derek Doucet Glasspool. But a month after David's death, Louis did file for divorce, citing 'Irreconcilable Differences' and demanding his half of the one hundred and fifty thousand dollar life insurance policy and the gold and silver in the safe deposit box.

Linda slammed the phone down on Derek when he called, asking Linda if she wanted any of the furniture before he donated it to Goodwill.

Daddy would have been livid at the twenty eight thousand, four hundred and nineteen dollars that DeeDee spent at Babbage's and at Miller's, a small furniture store in Elgee, Louisiana. DeeDee smiled sadly as he selected the butter soft white leather for the couch, loveseat and recliner for the living room.

But the new furniture did not buoy his spirits. She rarely sat in the living room, rarely turned on the new television, rarely went into the office and sat at the sleek glass top desk, rarely turned the computer on.

One morning, he realized he only had two more vials of his steroid/estrogen solution and called Dr. Farbacher's office to make an appointment. The receptionist put him on hold and DeeDee was surprised when Dr. Farbacher himself picked up on the line.

"God an opening at eleven this morning; that work for you?" he asked.

"Hmm, nine... Yes, I'll be there," DeeDee agreed.

He quickly showered, prepared to put on the soft gray suit Daddy always lay out for him, and realized the skirt was far too loose. For the first time in four months, DeeDee looked in a mirror and gasped.

He looked horrible, pale, and gaunt.

He found a pair of slacks and a simple top and went to the doctor's office.

"Mrs. Glasspool?" Jenny, Dr. Farbacher's matronly nurse called out and DeeDee followed her.

"So what's going on?" the older woman asked, preparing to start writing.

"Ever since Daddy died, I just, I just, I..." DeeDee tried to say, and then burst into sobs.

Professionalism and decorum went out the window and Jenny hugged the sobbing boy.

"You really loved your dad, huh?" Jenny asked when DeeDee was a little more composed.

"No, no," DeeDee giggled in embarrassment. "I called him Daddy, but he was my husband."

"Oh!" Jenny said, and then smiled in understanding. "Got it."

Dr. Farbacher came in, did the preliminary tests, then wrote out a prescription for more of the steroid/estrogen solution.

"Okay, that's out of the way, how are you really?" he asked.

"Terrible," DeeDee admitted.

"You really think Daddy would have wanted you moping around like this?" Dr. Farbacher asked.

"Yes I do," DeeDee said.

"You know what? You're right; that bastard would have wanted you to be absolutely miserable without him," Mark agreed and the two shared a smile.

He put a soft hand on DeeDee's shoulder and looked into DeeDee's eyes.

"But then he would have said, 'enough is enough, get out there and live,' Don't you think?" he asked.

"Probably," DeeDee agreed, shrugging his thin shoulders.

"Good, so what are you doing tomorrow night?" Dr. Farbacher asked.

"Nothing, I guess," DeeDee shrugged again.

"Good; how 'bout I pick you up at seven, like Mexican?" the man asked, getting to his feet.

"Wait, what? Are you um, you, is this a date?" DeeDee stammered.

"Two people going out, getting a bite to eat, probably play a little miniature golf, yeah, I think that qualifies as a date," Dr. Farbacher said, blushing slightly.

"Um, you um, you do know that I'm a..." DeeDee said, pointing to his crotch.

"And I just wrote you a prescription for, yes Mrs. Glasspool, I do know what you are," he smiled.

"Well then, I guess I'll see you at seven," DeeDee said, sliding down from the table.

"Oh, and Doctor Farbacher?" DeeDee said.

"Yes?" he smiled.

"I hope you're not a big whiney baby when I beat you at golf," he smiled and left the office.

Chapter 7

"David was one of the few people that knew about me being gay," Mark said as they fought over the small salsa bowl.

"He knew I was when I wouldn't even ready to admit it to myself," DeeDee said, smiling as he managed to dip a chip into the fiery mix.

"And it really meant a lot to me that he openly and freely discussed his struggles in hiding it from everyone," Dr. Farbacher said.

"Did y'all ever..." DeeDee asked, suddenly becoming jealous.

"No, no," Mark smiled.

He smiled when DeeDee took his hand as they left the restaurant.

"Hop Kim's, that Chinese restaurant in Elgee?" DeeDee said as they walked to the Golf-O-Rama. "That was our place."

"It's a pretty good place; I like the beef and broccoli," Mark agreed.

"I guess Manny's is going to be our place," DeeDee said and pulled him down for a kiss.

The casual observer saw a young woman and a middle aged man, necking in public like two love-struck teenagers.

To Mark Farbacher, it was the thrilling freedom to finally, in public, express an attraction and his desire for a young male. For Derek, it was human intimacy that had been missing from his life for the past few months.

Eighteen holes of golf with DeeDee was a delicious torture for Mark; DeeDee made sure to bend over a lot, stretch a lot, and brush against him, small hands teasing his throbbing erection.

"Aw, did'um lose?" DeeDee giggled when he did beat Mark, eighty nine to ninety three.

"Uh huh, and how are you at bowling?" Mark asked.

"Oh, I'm terrible at it," DeeDee playfully lied.

He pulled Mark down for a kiss.

"But I didn't put new sheets on the bed to go bowling," he whispered.

Daddy's lovemaking had always been rough, primal. DeeDee had loved making love with Daddy. Daddy took what Daddy wanted.

Mark, however, was a gentle and thorough lover. He rubbed, stroked, kissed and licked nearly every square inch of DeeDee's small body. By the time he finally did slide his greased cock into DeeDee's slimy rectum, DeeDee was writhing in anticipation.

"Aiigh!" DeeDee screamed and ejaculated onto Mark's belly when Mark reached bottom.

"I know I'm not as big as..." Mark apologized.

"Shut up and fuck me," DeeDee growled, pulling him down for another kiss.

DeeDee put his legs up on Mark's shoulders and urged him on.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," he chanted as Mark stroked in and out of his pussy.

"Oh! Aw fuck!" Mark groaned as DeeDee's sphincter clamped down on his cock.

"Give it to me, give it to me," DeeDee urged.

"Augh!" Mark bellowed and pumped stream after stream into DeeDee's bowels.

"Oh, that was so good," DeeDee sighed as Mark slid out of him.

Mark bent and took DeeDee's small cock into his mouth and gently tongued the boy's cock.

"Oh holy..." DeeDee grunted as Mark fucked two fingers in and out of his stretched, raw anus.

Mark hummed and DeeDee pumped a stream of semen into Mark's mouth.

"The kissed and cuddled for a while, basking in the afterglow.

"Are you staying the night?" DeeDee asked, rubbing Mark's hairy chest.

"If you'll have me," Mark agreed.

"Good," DeeDee murmured and lightly bit down on one of Marks nipples.

Mark was glad his first appointment wasn't until nine; DeeDee was obviously trying to make up for months without a lover.

Mark slowly woke at around five that morning and found the bed was empty.

The pillow was still slightly warm so DeeDee hadn't been gone too long. But the bathroom was dark, so DeeDee wasn't in there.

Mark was grateful; he was desperately in need of a good piss.

He heard mumbling and went in search of DeeDee.

"I'm sorry, Daddy," DeeDee said to the photograph that sat on the desk.

It was a photograph of David Glasspool, taken just two months before his discharge from service. He was a handsome man in his uniform.

"I'm sorry Daddy, but I've been so lonely since you went away," DeeDee murmured to the photograph.

Purr sat on the edge of the desk, lazily flicking its tail back and forth. Purr looked over at Mark as Mark stood in the doorway, then looked back at DeeDee.

"And he is a real nice man; you yourself said you really liked him," DeeDee reminded the photograph.

"And he's so cute," he whispered.

DeeDee stroked the picture, then picked it up and kissed it.

"I miss you; I'll always love you," he said, gave the picture one more kiss then put it back on the desk.

"Damn it, Purr, quit that!" DeeDee suddenly said and swatted at the cat as the animal batted a pen off of the desk onto the floor.

Mark hurriedly walked back to the bedroom

A few minutes later, DeeDee came in, carrying a mug of coffee and a plated bagel.

"I didn't, you didn't say when you had to go in," he said, kissing Mark. "But I figured you'd want a cup of coffee and a little bite to eat."

"You're the only bite I'd like to eat," Mark said and picked the boy up.

"No!" DeeDee giggled, playfully swatting at him.

They kissed deeply. DeeDee pulled away, making a face.

"Ew! Well, there's a new toothbrush in the bathroom, all right?" he said, and then rubbed Mark's face.

"And razor and shave soap too, Brillo Pad," he teased, gave Mark another kiss, then skipped around to the other side of the bed.




Helping a Butterfly



He slithered out of the flimsy robe, revealing his nude body.

"Eat, eat," he urged, reaching for Mark's erection.

"How can I when you're, oh!" Mark groaned as DeeDee easily took all seven inches into his throat.

Mark did avail himself of razor and toothbrush then joined DeeDee in the shower. They fucked in the shower then DeeDee lovingly sponged him clean.

"I see you tonight?" DeeDee asked at the door.

Mark smiled down at the little beauty, hair still wet from their shower, no make up on, dressed in only silky robe.

"Seminar at Trauma Center tonight," he said. "Gets out, usually about nine, nine thirty."

"I'll have a little something; I assume you're going to be hungry?" DeeDee said

"Little, I mean, they give us a couple of sandwiches but it really doesn't..." Mark agreed.

"See you tonight, Baby," DeeDee said, pulled him down for a kiss, and then shooed him out the door.

All day long, Jenny, his nurse, and Jamie, his receptionist teased him about being in a good mood. Mark just smiled, offering no comment.

As for DeeDee, she hummed to herself as he piddled around the house. At noon, he stopped and fixed himself a light lunch. The spoon was halfway to his mouth, when he realized it had been months since he'd eaten a lunch.

He'd only eaten breakfasts because Daddy always insisted that they eat a hearty breakfast. Lunches, particularly in the last months of his life had been light, usually soup and a fruit salad. Dinners, DeeDee only ate dinners when he remembered to eat.

"No wonder I'm losing weight," he said aloud and slurped the soup.

He giggled, thinking that Daddy would have lightly slapped him on the back of the head for slurping. He smiled and again slurped the soup until the soup was all gone.

For Mark, the seminar droned on and on and finally the meeting was concluded.

"Whoa, buddy, got a hot date?" Dr. James Jamison, a fellow General Practitioner joked as Mark beat a hasty retreat.

He was joking; he was more than sure that Mark was gay.

"Yes I do; pretty little red head," Mark said back, pushing the button for the elevator.

"Red... Lucky bastard," James said. "Where'd you meet her?"

"Husband was a patient of mine, passed away few months back," Mark admitted and stepped off the elevator.

"Well, how about that?" James said to no one in particular as Mark ran for his car.

In his bathroom, DeeDee gave himself a second enema. After releasing the soapy water into the commode, he used three fingers and liberally lubricated his anus with petroleum jelly, then pulled on thong panties, corset, thigh high stockings, and four inch pumps.

He peered out the window as headlights swept past the wall and squeaked happily as a car pulled into the driveway.

He smiled and pulled the Eggs Benedict from the oven, set the plate on the table and poured a glass of pineapple and grapefruit juice.

"Hi, Baby," he said, swinging the door open for a smiling Dr. Mark Farbacher.

"Hi Sweetie Pie," Mark agreed, looking at the sexy little red head.

"Come on, I hope Eggs Benedict is all right," DeeDee murmured, ushering him to the kitchen.

"Perfect," Mark agreed.

"Now, tell me all about your day," DeeDee murmured, standing behind him, rubbing his neck and shoulders.

"Not much to..." Mark said, cutting into the poached egg.

"I've been playing with my little pussy all day," DeeDee whispered into his ear. "I can't wait for you to fuck me."

He giggled as Mark hurriedly wolfed down his meal.

"No, no, right here," DeeDee urged, pulling Mark to the leather couch.

He dropped his panties to the floor, pulled his knees up to his small breasts and sighed happily as Mark slid into him.

"Oh, that's it, Baby, fuck me," he groaned, eyes tightly shut as Mark thrust into him. "Give it to me good."

Epilogue

"Hi, I'm Dr. Farbacher," Mark said, extending his hand to the distinguished looking African American male.

"And I'm Donald Pellichet," Donald said easily, shaking the offered hand firmly.

"Look familiar," Mark mused, looking at Jenny's chart.

"I was David Glasspool's attorney," Donald said. "And now I'm Derek's attorney."

"Derek, Der... OH! You mean DeeDee!" Mark said.

"Yes, DeeDee," Donald smiled.

"Anyway, he was in my office the other day, going over some things and I happened to mention that it'd been a while since I'd had a physical," Donald said as Mark did the preliminary examination.

"Man your age ought to have one at least once a year," Mark agreed.

"And Der... DeeDee tells me he's been seeing this wonderful doctor," Donald agreed

"Did, huh?" Mark said, drawing a vial of blood quickly.

"Uh huh, listen," Donald said, holding the wad of cotton gauze to the puncture mark. "DeeDee's kind of, well, I'd really hate it if DeeDee was to get hurt."

"Noticed the other day he wasn't wearing his rings any more," Mark said, slipping on a pair of latex gloves.

"Saw that too," Donald agreed, already wincing as Mark got out a small tube of lubricant.

"So went out last night to Babbage's, bought this ring," Mark said and probed Donald's prostate gland.

"Uh huh," Donald grunted.

"Plan to take DeeDee to Manny's, says that's our place," Mark smiled.

"Best salsa anywhere," Donald agreed.

"Then plan to ask him to marry me," Mark finished.

He stood up and offered Donald his hand.

"Still worried I might hurt DeeDee?" he asked.

"No, no I'm not," Donald agreed, shaking the offered hand.

DeeDee wore an elegant pink gown and Mark wore a dark grey suit.

Even though his father was out of prison, DeeDee did not ask him to give him away at the simple ceremony, did not invite him.

A smiling Donald Pellichet did the honors of walking up the aisle with DeeDee. Ethel's mother, Janette Youngblood, Donald's guest at the wedding, teased Donald about the quick little kiss of gratitude that DeeDee gave him.

"Like them red heads, do you?" she asked, indicating her own straw colored hair.

"Actually, got a thing for blondes," Donald admitted.

Derek and Mark exchanged rings, and then kissed solemnly when the minister bade them to do so.

Stepping out of the Maryland chapel, DeeDee shivered as a brisk wind blew in from the bay.

It had been cold the day he married Daddy. He looked up as another breeze buffeted him.

"I still love you, Daddy," she mouthed up to the sky, touching her belly where the butterfly tattoo now bore the word 'Mark' above it.

The End.

*****

Author's Note:

I write these stories for my enjoyment; I post them here for your pleasure.

Thank you for reading my stories.

Yes, I need an Editor.

Yes, it jumps around too much.

Yes, there's too many people to keep track of.

Yes, it's stupid shit.

Yes, I suck.

And you have a nice day.



Helping a Friend



Jill was very unhappy with her home life. Mark worked all day and most evenings and seemed to have little time to spend with her. Their love life after 15 years of marriage was fairly nonexistent these days. Mark didn't seem to notice her anymore, but when the moment came he didn't last long and quickly rolled off leaving her frustrated.

Jill confided in her best friend Jackie, Jackie knew something was wrong and wasn't surprised when Jill eventually gave her the details. "Sounds like you need a change of scenery," Jackie said. "Why don't you both come over to ours tomorrow night, I'll get John to cook on the BBQ and we'll have a few drinks and you can stay over in the spare room. It will do Mark good to get away from his work for once."

"Yeah, you're right," Jill said and would tell mark the plan when she returned home. Mark wasn't impressed really, he didn't fancy a night away from home, but after some encouragement from Jill he reluctantly agreed.

They arrived, Mark was tired and in a bad mood, he didn't want to be here and didn't fancy spending an evening listening to lectures from Jackie. He consoled himself with the beer that was on offer and a good number of steaks from the grill. They sat outside by the tub relaxing in the warm evening sun, Mark was feeling sleepy as he tried not to listen too hard to the girls conversation.

John was watching Mark fall asleep and laughed, "We must be good company," he said.

"Sorry," Mark said, "I'm just a little tired."

"Why don't you go for a lie down for a bit," said Jackie, "the spare bed is ready for you."

Mark thought about it and after dropping off for a few seconds he decided to leave, "wake me up in a bit," he said on the way into the house.

Jill was a little pissed that he had actually gone inside, the whole idea of him coming over was so they could spend some time together as a couple, now he had left her alone. John could see she was angry and left the girls alone for a while, taking a sneaky glance of her leg that escaped through the slit in her long skirt as he passed by. Jill always dressed conservatively, always covering up her body and hardly showing any skin, John had only seen an occasional leg and her cleavage once in all the years they had known each other.

"Let's go for a dip in the tub," Jackie said after John had left.

"Oh I can't," she said, "I don't even own a swimming costume." 

"I know, but don't let that stop you."

"I'm not getting naked, John may see me."

"Oh he's probably watching TV. It's just the two of us," Jackie said, standing up and stripping off her clothes down to her underwear. "Come on, it's getting chilly out here, but it'll be nice and warm in there."

Jackie walked over the tub and climbed in, her pale blue underwear turning dark as she disappeared below the bubbling water. Jill looked around nervously, wondering if anyone would see her if she stripped off. Deciding to go for it she quickly pulled off the long shirt and loose fitting top, before kicking off her shoes and climbing into the tub next to Jackie. Dropping her body deep into the bubbling water to cover herself up.

John was watching from inside the house, he got a good view of Jill's body before she climbed into the water. "Why oh why have you been hiding that for all these years" he thought to himself.

Jill couldn't believe she was sat in a hot tub wearing just her underwear, the water around her felt good as she watched Jackie unsnap her bra and throw it onto the patio, her boobs now floating on top of the water. 

Go on, John thought to himself, keen to see if she would follow Jackie's lead. Jill sat nervously in the water, wondering how she was going to get out and dry without anyone seeing her. "Nobody can see into the water, besides it's going dark now," Jackie said trying to coax Jill into removing her underwear. 

Jill looked around again and unfastened her bra, placing it on the side of the tub. John grinned to himself and decided to go back into the garden to see what Jill would do, she couldn't get out of the tub without showing her body and if she stayed in the tub the chances of him seeing some flesh were pretty high.

He walked up close to the girls, "Room for one more?" he asked, causing Jill to visibly jump.

"Sure," said Jackie. Jill wasn't certain and didn't know where to look when John stripped off his t-shirt and climbed in next to her.

"Hmm, that's better," he said, sitting down in the warm water trying to catch a glimpse of Jill's topless body.

Jackie moved close to Jill, their bodies touching under the water. Jill jumped at the touch then relaxed a little as she felt Jackie hold onto her hand and move her hand up her arm to her neck. Jackie massaged her neck for a few minutes before she dropped her hand under the water and placed them on her bare boobs submerged in the water. 

Jill's eyes flew open as she felt the touch, but she didn't pull away, instead she felt her body melt at Jackie's touch. It was the first time someone had touched her boobs in a long time and she enjoyed the feeling of being touched again. Jackie continued to caress her friend, her hands were all over her chest and legs. John moved closer and stood in front of Jill, his cock now hard in his shorts as he watched his wife massage Jill's body.

Jill opened her eyes to see his tented shorts in front of her, a sudden gasp exiting her body as she took in the sight before her. Jackie reached into her husband's shorts and fished out his cock, slowly stroking him in front of Jill.

Jill sat transfixed, normally she would have already run a mile at the erotic sight in front of her, but Jackie seemed to have flicked some switch inside her. "Can I see them?" John asked, bringing Jill back to earth with a bang. She stared at him and then at Jackie, before slowly rising out of the water and sitting on the side of the tub, her large boobs now on view for Jackie and John to see.

"Wow, they are beautiful," said John, "Can I?" he said holding out his hand towards her.

Jill's mind was reeling, John actually wanted to touch her boobs, she couldn't believe it when her head nodded and his hand moved closer. She moaned quietly as his hand made contact with her soft white skin, her hard nipples pressing into his rough hand.

"Oh Jill, they are great," John said, holding each of her tits in his hand.

Jill's heart was beating fast as John held her tightly, while Jackie continued to stroke his cock right in front of her. She felt a tingle in her pussy, something that hadn't happened for a few years as she was quickly turned on. Jackie pulled down Johns shorts and he stood out of them, throwing them onto the floor, he now stood naked in front of Jill. Jackie also removed her panties, throwing them onto John's shorts. 

Jackie then climbed out and sat behind Jill, wrapping her arms around her shoulders, holding her tightly against her body, while taking hold of Jill's tits. "Take your panties off," she whispered into Jill's ear. Jill complied, her body seemed to be under their spell and she was loving the attention they were both giving her. Tonight she wasn't boring old Jill, she was Jill the cheating wife as her mind thought about letting John push his cock inside her.

Jackie guided her out of the water getting her to sit on the edge of the tub, her bare pussy now visible to John. Jackie managed to somehow get her legs between Jill's and pulled her legs apart slowly. Jill could have easily resisted if she wanted, but she was unwilling to do so, her body was theirs to do what they wanted. The thought of her being taken by John caused her pussy to tingle wildly. 

John moved closer and leaned over Jill, pushing his head into her crotch, she felt fingers on her pussy and then a tongue lashing on her sensitive clit. She shuddered and came almost instantly from the first oral sex in many years. John continued his steady assault on her pussy, bringing a few cries of joy from Jill as she orgasmed a number of times. 

John stood, his face was wet and shining with Jill's juices, then placed his large cock between her legs, Jill looked down but didn't move she wanted him, she wanted to be filled with a cock right now. She closed her eyes and leaned back into Jackie opening her legs as wide as she could, signalling to John that she was willing for him to continue.

John didn't waste any time, he moved closer pushing the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy, feeling her hot wet hole around the head of his cock. Jill felt the touch and opened her eyes, looking down her body at the cock that was about to invade her married pussy. John pushed lightly, feeling the head push through her lips and settle inside her. Jill gasped, her pussy tingling, betraying the commands being generated inside her to reject this cock and leave right now before something happened she would definitely regret later. 

John didn't give her time to leave though, instead he pushed his cock inside her, feeling her tight pussy grip him snugly as he rested deep inside her.

Jill climaxed quickly her mind filled with the feelings of his large cock sliding deliciously into her pussy. John felt her pussy ripple along the length of his cock, he couldn't believe she had willingly let him do this to her. He'd never seen so much as a leg before today and now she was laying naked in his wife's arms while he slowly fucked her tight pussy.

Jackie watched as her husband's cock disappeared deep into her best friend, she could feel Jill shuddering in her arms as she came over and over again. Jill had her eyes closed, concentrating on the feelings she was receiving, her mind then thought about Mark asleep in the house, what if he woke up and came outside and saw what was going on. She came again at the thought of cheating on her husband.

John was fucking her with long slow strokes, holding onto her hips as she continued to plough into her pussy. Jackie could tell by his facial expressions he was about to come, "Fuck her," she said, "fill her with your come," 

Jill's eyes opened wide, the thought of him coming inside her sent her over the edge again, causing John to come as well, he pumped his load into her as her pussy spasmed on his cock.

John withdrew from her, his come dripping out of her pussy and running down over her exposed asshole and onto the floor. Jackie moved her hand down and touched Jill's wet pussy, feeling her husband's come between her lips. Jill moaned loudly at her touch and lifted her body towards her fingers. 

Jackie's fingers dipped inside, forcing more come to flow out of her pussy, she then moved her hand lower, lightly touching her wet puckered asshole. Jill jumped and moaned at her touch, pressing her body into Jackie as she felt a finger pushing against her forbidden rear hole.

John watched as his wife fingered Jill, his cock twitching as she pushed a finger into her ass, using his cum as lubrication. Jill groaned loudly as her ass was opened by one then two fingers. Jackie pulled Jill's legs further back, lifting her ass off the floor and exposing her hole for all to see. Two fingers were now sliding easily into her ass as she watched John's cock come back to life. Jackie removed her fingers and held Jill's legs high and wide. John got the message and pressed the head of his cock against her tight looking asshole.

"Oh god," Jill cried realising what John was thinking of doing.

"I'm going to fuck you in the ass now," he said, pushing against her harder feeling the tightness of her hold around the head of his cock.

Jill now had a mix of emotions running through her mind, she had never had anything in there before and although she had heard about it and wondered what it would be like she was unsure whether to let him continue, but it was too late now. She felt her ass open and the head force its way inside her. She clamped her muscle down hard on him, trapping him inside her causing some discomfort to John.

"Shit," he said feeling her powerful muscle tight around his cock, "just relax and let it in." Jill tried to relax and looked up at a smiling Jackie above her.

"I want to see you getting ass fucked," Jackie said down to her friend, "relax and let him in, you'll love it honestly." 

Jill tried to relax and John felt his cock being slowly released allowing him to move slightly. Jill looked down at the rest of his cock waiting outside her ass, "fuck me John," she said with a croaky voice. John leaned over her and pushed against her tight muscles feeling himself slide deeper into her. Jill cried out loud as she felt him punch his way through and lodge himself deep inside her ass. John was now almost all the way in and held still allowing Jill to get used to being invaded. John started to move and before long he was thrusting the whole of his cock deep into her.

Jill was in another world, her body had never felt so violated, but she was loving it and urged him to fuck her harder and faster.

Mark had woken to a muffled cry and heard voices and noises outside, he got to his feet in the darkened room and looked out of the window, his blurry eyes not believing what he was seeing. His wife was on the floor besides the hot tub, she was naked and being fucked hard by John while Jackie held tightly onto her body. He was about to run down the stairs and confront them all when he felt a tingle in his cock. Watching his wife being fucked hard was turning him on, within seconds his cock was hard as a nail in his pants. He watched them continuing to fuck, his hand releasing his cock and stroking himself slowly. 

"Fuck my ass John," Jill cried, "fill me with your cum again." she cried loudly.

Mark looked closely and noticed John was in her ass, her pussy was wet and shining above his cock. His balls erupted without warning, spraying his seed over the wall in front of the window. "fuck," he mumbled watching his pretty wife getting ass fucked and begging for him to come inside her again.

Jackie noticed a movement at the window, but didn't turn to look. She assumed it was Mark watching his wife's show, he obviously wasn't upset as he was clearly watching what was going on. 

John pulled out of Jill and rolled her over so she was leaned over the side of the tub. Her pussy and ass were just at the right height for him as he pushed deeply into her ass again, causing her to groan loudly at his deeper intrusion into her body. 

Jackie moved away quietly, leaving the couple to their own pleasure in the tub. Mark was watching his wife take John's large cock deep in her ass, the wide smile on her face told him she was loving it. He envied John for taking her ass, she was his wife and it should have been his to take, not Johns.

John pulled out of her ass watching her gaping hole slowly close, before pushing himself back into her wet pussy and fucking her hard and fast. Jill was screaming with joy as he pounded into her hard over and over again, taking her through many orgasms before she felt him slow his strokes and stiffen inside her again. 

Jill reached behind her and pulled his cock out of her pussy and aimed it back at her ass. John groaned as she pushed herself back onto him, impaling herself on his cock. John grunted and came flooding her ass with his come.

Mark stared at her, not believing what she had done, his cock was hard again and leaking plenty of fluid. "You've been a naughty boy," he heard a voice saying behind him making him jump. It was Jackie, he hadn't noticed she was no longer outside, now she was stood behind him taking hold of his cock in her hand that was wrapped around his waist.

He turned around and looked at the naked woman now stood in front of him, his hard cock pointing directly at her. "I've been a naughty boy?" he asked, "how do you work that one out. Your husband has just fucked my wife and you were there watching him do it."

Jackie smiled looking at the sperm running down the wall under the window, "It looks as if you enjoyed the show though," she giggled, "besides, if you hadn't been neglecting your wife she wouldn't have been tempted to seek the pleasures of his large cock."

John knew that Jill and Jackie talked intimately about their relationships, Jill was obviously feeling unloved and it was his fault. He sat down on the bed, his trousers around his ankles and leaking cock sticking up in the air.

John and Jill we now sat in the water, the warm sexual afterglow washing over both of them. Jill pussy and ass were sore from the battering they had received, but she needed a good hard fucking and she certainly got that.

Jackie was extremely turned on, watching her husband fucking Jill was very exciting and she needed some release. She pushed Mark onto his back and sat on his lap, pushing his cock against her very wet pussy.

"I need some action and I doubt John will be able to give me any for a while."

Mark watched as Jackie pushed the head of his cock into her pussy and sat down on him, taking him all the way inside her. "Hmm, that's better," she said. She knew his cock was smaller than John's, the expression on Jill's face when she saw John for the first time told her so, but he was hard and available for her.

She rode him slowly looking down at him as he watched his cock slide in and out of her. "Promise me something," she said.

"Yeah, anything," he said.

"Don't neglect Jill anymore, she has needs and you need to fulfil them for her."

"Ok," he said, concentrating on not coming too quickly.

"I want a glowing report from Jill over the next few weeks and if it's good we can do this again, but only if you are a good boy," she laughed.

"OK I promise," he said, "I'm going to come," he said feeling his cock stiffen and balls tingle as she rode him slowly.

Jackie pulled off him and lay at his side stroking him slowly while looking into his eyes as she stroked him slowly to orgasm. "Next time you can come inside me," she smiled giving him a peck on his cheek before leaving him gasping on the bed.

Jackie returned to the hot tub and climbed back in, "Mark has promised to take care of you more often," she smiled.

"Oh god, he knows what I've done?" Jill asked.

"Yeah, he was watching you through the window. He's made a promise that he'll take care of you from now on. I suggest you go upstairs and see him." Jackie said.

Jill climbed out of the tub, her legs a little unsteady and headed into the house. Her heart was beating fast as she entered the bedroom where Mark was still lying. She noticed his trousers were around his ankles, his cock soft and chest covered in sperm. 

"Hi," she said sitting down next to him.

"Hi," he said, the events of the evening going over in his head. "That's was quite some show you put on."

"I'm sorry," she said, "I couldn't help myself, as soon as I saw him I knew I was going to get fucked and fucked well. Jackie always talks about how good he is."

"And you always talk about how bad I am," he said quietly a little embarrassed.

"No you're not bad, but Jackie knows I wasn't happy."

"I'm sorry," he said, stroking her back and pulling her down next to him. "I promise I'll make it up to you." he said kissing her cheek and then her lips. He felt a tingle in his cock as he started to get excited again.

"you'd better," she smiled, feeling her tender pussy tingle. Mark kicked off his trousers and Jill touched his wet and sticky cock, her pussy was a little tender so she moved down the bed and took him into her mouth. "I guess Jackie fucked you?" she asked.

"Yeah, but only for a minute, she wanted me to promise that I'd take care of you."

"And what is the reward for keeping your promise?" she asked tasting Jackie's pussy juice on his cock.

John didn't know whether to answer or not, but decided she would probably tell Jill anyway. "After a month of good reports from you she promised to fuck me again, but properly next time."




Helping a Friend



"I guess you would like that," she said, sliding up his body and pushing him into her pussy.

"Yeah," he said, "would you want to fuck John again?" he asked.

"Maybe, but I won't do it without your permission though." she smiled down at him.

She rode him slowly before they rolled over and he fucked her hard and slow, having already come twice recently he was able to last a lot longer this time, much to Jill's pleasure. They fucked for ages, swapping positions before taking a break for a few minutes then starting again. 

Mark rolled her onto her knees, pushing himself deep inside her again and fucking her slowly. Jill felt her delicate pussy tissues complaining at the amount of treatment they had received this evening, she wanted more but didn't want to make herself too sore. "Come for me, fill my pussy with your come. Fuck me, make me come as well," she said turning her head and looking behind her at Mark. Mark was looking at her wet pussy and ass, John's come was still leaking out of her asshole, he must have forced a big load in there he thought to himself. He ran a finger over her crinkled and wet hole, Jill moaned below him. 

"Yes," she said reaching behind her and raising his cock to her rear hole. Mark was breathing hard, his heart beating quickly in his chest as she aimed his cock at her ass and pushed back towards him. The head popped inside causing them both to gasp loudly, Mark had always wanted to try anal, but his straight laced wife would always refuse him, but now she was a different woman, willingly pushing herself back onto his cock, impaling her ass on him.

This took mark over the edge as he held onto her hips and pumped his load inside her ass. Jill smiled to herself, happy that she had her Mark back.



Helping a Friend



My college girlfriend Mary was a horny bitch. We tried all sorts of risky sex. She was a wild, repressed Catholic who didn't get sex early in life and was trying to make-up for it now. She had nice, big tits and a juicy pussy. Short, brunette hair and a pretty face completed the picture.

One night she brought her friend Jackie over to my apartment. We were still living in separate apartments at the time. Jackie was a hot little thing that was a bit shy. She had broken up with her boyfriend about 2 months before. She had hit the bars and went to some parties, but was a bit depressed that no one had actually asked her out yet.

The problem with this visit is that I wasn't expecting Mary that evening and had settled into my fold-out couch in my efficiency apartment with some porn magazines and my hard dick. I also didn't have any underwear on under the sheet that was pulled up over my lower half.

"Hey ladies, what's up?" I asked, as I tried to play it cool. I had pushed my porn magazines under the sheet that I had pulled over myself to cover my hard cock as they had come in. Mary had a key to my apartment and walked right in. She hadn't thought that I might be doing something naughty.

Mary looked at me and smiled. "I see you were having some fun!" She had noticed my boner poking against the sheet. I blushed, since Jackie had just sat down in the overstuffed chair right next to my bed. She looked at me and smiled, then looked straight at my boner.

"There's nothing wrong with masturbation" Jackie said, as she quickly reached down and felt her crotch. Her lips parted and her head dropped back slightly. Suddenly, she caught her breath and pulled her hand away quickly. "Whew," was all she said as she looked at me watching her and smiled again.

As Mary sat down next to me on the bed facing Jackie, one of my magazines slipped out from under my sheet and fell on the floor. It fell open to a picture of a woman sucking on a big cock while another woman held it for her. I blushed and Jackie gasped as she looked down and saw this display of raw sex lying right in front of her. She got up quickly and walked into the kitchen. Mary followed behind her and I heard them whispered together for a couple minutes before coming back to my bed.

Jackie sat back down in the same chair with a new gleam in her eye. I looked at Mary as she sat back down next to me and said "Jackie has been a bit down lately and I thought we could help her out. She's never seen a guy jack-off before, and I told her that you like to do it. We both know that we caught you in the act, and it's kind of exciting thinking about it!"

I couldn't believe what my girlfriend was saying! I was stunned as I lay there on the bed naked with nothing covering me but a sheet with two horny girls sitting right next to me. There was no way my cock was getting soft anytime soon! 

Mary looked at me and reached over to feel my cock as it was again bulging obviously through the thin sheet. She stroked it lightly as I twitched and looked over at Jackie. I realized that she had lifted her skirt up and was actually touching herself through her white panties with her eyes planted on the shape of my erection through the sheet as Mary felt it. You could see the wetness showing through Jackie's thin panties.

Mary looked over at Jackie and wanted to tease her as she slowly began to pull the sheet down, not quite exposing my stiff cock. She grabbed it through the sheet again and made the shape much more obvious as she worked her fingers over it. Finally, she pulled the sheet back and it popped out from the edge. Mary pulled the last bit of my cover down so I was completely naked in front of two fully clothed women. My dick is slightly larger than average, so it was enough to bring a gasp from Jackie as she finally saw my rod spring into her view. 

Mary grabbed it and began to stroke it slowly, squeezing out the pre-cum and getting it on her hands to make it slippery. She then looked up at me and said "Now you do it for us." She pushed the other porno mags towards me. "I want you to look at those little fuck sluts and stroke that cock!" She stood up and stripped her jeans and panties off and Jackie decided to do the same. She and Jackie still had their tops on, but both of them had access to their sweet cunts.

I grabbed my dick and opened up one of my hard-core magazines. I started to stroke it lightly as I tried to be casual. I was jerking-off in front of someone else for the very first time. I had jerked-off for Mary several times, but this was different. I was shaking with excitement as I looked at a scene in the magazine where there were two woman servicing a huge cock by licking and sucking it until it spurted hot sperm all over their faces.

I looked over at Mary and saw that she was sticking two fingers up her dripping cunt as she watched me masturbate. I started to stroke a little harder as I grew more aroused. You could hear her fingers making slippery sounds as she jammed them in and out of her steaming pussy. She kept looking over at Jackie too. She was staring at my cock and frigged her own clit with excitement. I kept stroking my cock as it stayed rock hard from this erotic scene.

Suddenly, Jackie got down on her knees and slid over onto the floor next to me. She put her cute, little face right on my leg next to my throbbing rod as I kept running my fist over the length. I stroked it long and slow as she licked her lips and moaned. She was playing with herself and I loved it! I forgot about the magazines as I jerked my cock in Jackie's face. Mary smiled and nodded at me as I continued with my lewd show. 

Next I thought I heard Mary say "go ahead Jackie", but wasn't sure what she meant until I felt her hot little hand push mine away and replace it on my cock. The next thing I know I'm getting a hand-job from a sweet little thing while my girl friend is finger fucking herself and watching us. What a turn-on!!! 

My dick seemed to grow an extra inch as Jackie first shyly moved her hand up and down my shaft. She squeezed it and the pre-cum dripped out. It made squishing sounds as it started to run down my dick, helping her slide her hand up and down more easily. She surprised me when she suddenly pulled her hand to her mouth and tasted my pre-cum. She closed her eyes and moaned, making me twitch with pleasure. She grabbed my dick with both hands and started stroking it, her face moving even closer to it.

Suddenly, she couldn't take it any more. With my cock held in both of her hands, she looked at Mary, and then leaned forward and open her pretty little lips, forcing half of my prick into her mouth. I was in Heaven!!! She continued to stroke the bottom of my dick while she gobbled the top part like a hungry little whore. Her moans were driving me wild as I pushed my hips up in time with her hand strokes. I knew I wouldn't last much longer with her sucking me off as Mary watched in lust.

"How does that feel Sweetie?" Mary asked me as she reached over and grabbed the bottom part of my cock and started feeding it to Jackie. She jerked my cock and pushed Jackie's head down as she tried to force it down her friend's throat. Jackie gagged and pulled her mouth off of it. A huge glop of spit joined her lips to my cockhead. She took a deep breath and dove right back on it, sucking me so fucking good as she ran her tongue all over the head, and then gobbled it down. As I felt that wonderful tingling in my balls, it told me I was getting ready to cum.

I tensed up and told Mary "That feels too damn good; I'm going to cum in her fucking mouth while you feed it to her!" My girl friend responded by squeezing my cock a little harder and speeding up her strokes. I noticed that she had her other hand feeling up Jackie's pussy now, fingering her slippery hole, making her moan even more on my cock.

Suddenly, I felt my balls tighten and the hot seed began to rush through my cock into Jackie's waiting mouth. I could feel Mary's hand as she expertly stroked my sperm into her friend's slutty mouth. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" was all I could say as I pumped my hips in and out. Jackie tried to swallow all the hot seed that was pumping into her mouth and down her throat. She gulped most of it down, but some still trickled out and down her chin. Mary kept stroking me as each pulse pushed it way onto Jackie's tongue for her to swallow.

I finally stopped cumming and Mary let my cock drop from Jackie's mouth. Jackie licked her lips and smiled saying "I thought you were supposed to eat dessert AFTER dinner." We all laughed and agreed. Mary got down and said "He loves the feeling of my tongue on his cock when he's still dripping." Mary then bent over and stuffed my softening cock down her throat, sucking the last bit of cum oozing from it. Jackie lay back and watched Mary clean me up. 

I looked down and noticed that Mary's fingers were still moving around in Jackie's pussy. She stared at my cock sliding in and out of my wife's lips. Suddenly, she started jerking uncontrollably and moaning as a big orgasm washed over her. She lay there with her eyes closed, licking off the last bit of my sperm that was still hanging on her lips. Mary pulled away from cleaning my cock and gently removed her hand from Jackie's sweet little pussy.

"You girls can come visit me anytime you want!" I laughed, as we all got up to clean ourselves and get dressed. I was really looking forward to it!

Mary looked at me and smiled, saying "You lucky bastard! You have a naughty little slut for a girlfriend! I'm going to have to spoil you with good sex from now on, aren't I?"

I answered back "Hell yes!"



Helping a Friend



A little while ago I was away on business in Dublin, and at the same hotel was an old friend who is in the same industry as me. Over the years we've met up quite a few times and usually have dinner, chat about work, mutual friends, and sometimes more personal things.

After a few drinks, then wine with dinner, then a couple more drinks, we were both feeling fairly relaxed, so I asked my friend, "How's that lovely wife of yours Peter, still just as gorgeous?" and he responded, "She's fine thanks, it's me that's the problem."

I was intrigued by this and encouraged him.

"Go on, you'll have to tell me more now you've said that." I encouraged him to divulge more.

"Well," he said, "I have this crazy fantasy, and I can't get it out of my head, but Karen won't even discuss it."

"'So what is it?" I pressed, intrigued.

Peter hesitated, obviously wishing he hadn't started this conversation.

"I have this fantasy about Karen sleeping with another man, It's stupid, but the idea really turns me on." 

I was dumbstruck, I'd always thought Peter straight to the point of boredom, certainly not kinky. I also was starting to see a possible upside for me in the situation, Karen really was a good looking woman.

"I see," I replied rather pathetically, "and have you actually told Karen about your fantasy?" 

Peter looked somewhat desolate and told me the rest.

"I told her one night when we were making love, and she was so cross she stopped us fucking and pushed me away. She said I should be careful what I wished for, as she might find someone who's much better in bed,"

I replied, "isn't that the point?"

"Crikey," I commented, still somewhat in shock, "so are you going to do something about it?" 

"I don't see how I can," he answered, "if she won't even consider it."

"There may be a way" I ventured "You have to get someone to seduce her"

I then proceeded to lay out a whole plan to seduce Karen. Which is why, a couple of weeks later, I found myself outside Karen and Peter's house, holding flowers and wine. I pressed the bell and a few moments later Karen opened the door looking absolutely gorgeous in a little black dress. It was the shortest dress I've ever seen her wear, although not short like a 20 yr old.

She ushered me in, accepting the flowers and wine, as I kissed her cheek. "I'm afraid Aly isn't with me, she had a bad stomach this afternoon, and thought it unwise to come out this evening" I explained.

"Peter isn't here either, at the moment," she replied, "but hopefully he'll be with us soon."

I knew better, and wasn't surprised when the phone went and I heard Karen getting somewhat annoyed.

"What do you mean you're on your way to Scotland? You're supposed to be here, having dinner with David. In fact, Aly isn't here either, she's poorly. Yes, of course I'll still give him dinner, if he'll stay, and the way I feel about you at the moment, I may give him a lot more!"

"You may be surprised what I dare to do!"

With that final threat she slammed down the phone. There was a slight pause before she swept into the room, looking apologetic.

"Peter is off to Scotland, so it's just us, you will still stay and have dinner won't you?"

"Of course, I'd love to, we can have a good catch up."

I actually knew Karen before she married Peter, so we had a lot of mutual friends and remembered experiences to chat about.

"Good, I'll pour us some drinks, whisky as usual?"

"Lovely," I replied, "and in fact I should say that you are looking lovely tonight, that dress really suits you."

"Why thank you, charming man." She replied, handing me a rather large malt whisky, and sitting down next to me on the cream leather sofa and sipping her white wine.

We chatted away about this and that, catching up on work, family and friends. Karen was quite flirty, and touched my arm a couple of times, which I took to be a good sign. After about half an hour she decided that it was time for dinner, so she got up and headed for the kitchen. I stayed on the sofa and watched her luscious rear undulate as she walked away, concluding that she must be wearing a thong, by the way her cheeks were moving. I looked forward to talking her out of them.

"You can come through to the dining room now David," she called, "there's plenty of food, and also plenty of wine, so don't hold back."

I sat at the dining table, re-laid for two, with Karen sitting to my left, one quarter of the way around the circular table, which enabled her to reach under the table and put her hand on the top of my leg as she leaned towards me and said.

"Be a sweety, and pour us some white wine to go with our salmon."

Which I did, feeling the first stirrings of an erection as she slid her hand away and picked up her filled glass. 

"To us." She toasted, and I reciprocated.

"This poached salmon is delicious, Karen, I didn't know you were such a good cook" 

It was my turn to put a hand on her leg, and she placed her hand on mine as she accepted my compliment.

"What a sweet man you are David, I'm actually glad it's just us this evening, was that a bad thing to say?"

"No Karen , it was a lovely thing to say, and I totally agree with you. I'm very happy to have you all to myself for a change."

Karen removed her hand, which had been squeezing mine, and got up to get the next course.

"Beef casserole with rice." She announced.

"Mmmnn lovely," I replied, "it smells great."

"Help yourself," she instructed, "there's plenty"

It really tasted good, and we were quiet for a while enjoying the food and happy in each others company. I started a conversation again, asking her where she'd got the dress, did she have a recipe for the casserole, or did she make it up, and so on, keeping to neutral topics, but keeping a light level of flattery going. 

Nothing can get a woman's knickers falling faster than a bit of flattery.

We consumed a bottle of red Burgundy with the beef, which followed the bottle of Chablis with the starter, and the drinks before dinner, so we were feeling fairly relaxed as we headed back to the sofa. Once again Karen sat next to me, but this time much closer, and she put her right hand on the top of my left leg straight away. As she turned her head to look into my eyes I turned towards her and spoke softly.

"That was a fabulous meal, cooked by a beautiful lady," and then leant further towards her and kissed her gently on the lips. 

She responded by putting her hand behind my head and pulling me in for a soft, but passionate kiss. 

"You don't have to rush off do you?" she asked, "No, I can stay as long as you like." I answered.

"I have to make a phone call," she said, jumping up and running upstairs with her phone. I followed silently, to the bottom of the stairs, so I could eavesdrop on the conversation.

" Are you sure about this fantasy of yours," I overheard, "because I'm ready to go through with it, and there'll be no going back after it's done."

I couldn't hear his reply, but it must have been positive.

"Don't rush back in the morning, wait for my call." She instructed.

I heard Karen heading back so I quickly returned to my seat.

"There's something I need to tell you David, I hope you won't be too shocked." She started.

"Try me." I replied.

"A little while ago Peter told me that he keeps having fantasies about me having sex with other men." She explained.

"Really? I've read stories about men who have the same fantasy and persuade their wives to cuckold them. It's very common apparently."

"Oh, I didn't know that. Anyway, I told him not to be ridiculous, but he just keeps going on about it."

"I see."

"So I just phoned him and asked whether he still wanted me to do it, to sleep with someone, well, in fact you, obviously."

"And did he say yes?"

"He did. I'm now wondering whether he never intended to be here for dinner, hoping something would happen."

"So, are we going to make his dreams come true?"

"Come to bed" she invited, holding out her hand.

"Yes please." I replied.

I followed her up the stairs, positively salivating at the site of her round feminine rear, and into the master bedroom, where she unzipped her little black dress, and stepped straight out of it, dropping it onto a nearby chair, before spinning round and holding her arms out to me. She looked stunning in a tiny lacy black thong and matching camisole. I put my arms around her, and started kissing her passionately, whilst deftly undoing the camisole clasps and dropping the bra onto the chair.

Her breasts were full, and rounded, but still firm enough to avoid any hint of droop, which was very impressive in a mature woman. I stripped quickly out of my clothes and pushed Karen onto the bed, kissing, sucking, licking and stroking her aroused nipples, alternating between each breast, sucking one whilst squeezing the other between my fingers, then swapping. After a few minutes I started kissing my way down her body, pausing at her belly button to lick all around inside the little valley, then on down until I was kissing her pussy through the lacy material of her panties. I could smell her arousal, mixed with a little of the perfume she'd obviously squirted between her legs. I wondered when she did that.

I looked up, and looking deep into Karen's eyes, I grasped both sides of the thong and pulled it down her legs as she lifted herself up to let me reveal her sex. It was a gorgeous sex, not shaved, but definitely trimmed, with soft pale hairs in a neat V shape. I couldn't resist tasting such a gorgeous pussy, and as my mouth got closer I inhaled the sweet smell of an aroused woman.

Karen parted her legs to allow me full access to her pussy, and I started very delicately to lick up and down her slit, savouring the slightly bitter taste, as I pushed my tongue slightly between her glistening lips, gradually teasing her sex open, so I could get at the main prize. As she opened up for me, I started to give her clit a little attention, just licking across it, and then moving elsewhere, then coming back to it, then pushing my tongue as far into her vagina as I could manage, then licking the bridge between her pussy and her arse. I then started to give her clit a lot more attention, circling it with my tongue, flicking it up and down, side to side, then sucking on the hardening nub, before going for a circling motion again.

Karen was really starting to get into this now, her leg muscles were stiffening and she was starting to raise her bum off the bed and she was making groaning sounds, as her breathing got faster. 

"Don't stop, don't you dare stop, I'm going to cum, I'm cumming!" she shouted, grabbing me by my hair and forcing my face into her wet pulsating sex. 

Suddenly, she pushed my head down towards her arse, clamped her legs tight together and squeezed, chanting.

"Oh God, Oh God, that's so good, I'm cumming again!" 

Since my mouth was now between her arse cheeks, I forced my tongue against her little brown hole, and after a few seconds broke through her reluctant sphincter. I could really taste her bitter arse taste, as I flicked my tongue inside her bum hole as she rode her second climax.

Finally, Karen collapsed off my head, allowing me to surface for air, and work my way up the bed to kiss her on the lips. She didn't hesitate in kissing me greedily, despite me smelling strongly of Karen sex. Her hand found my semi hard cock and with a few strokes got it to full mast.

"Fuck me David," she commanded, and I didn't hold back, as I slid on top of this voluptuous woman in the classic missionary position. 

She was slippery and wet, and still fairly tight, having not had children, and as I pumped in and out the sensation on my tumescent cock was fantastic.

"Wow, you're big," she exclaimed, "you're hitting my cervix with every stroke, but don't stop, it's good, just don't do it any harder," which I took as a compliment. 

She felt so good, and as she kept saying, "fuck me," over and over, I pumped fast and hard, trying to think about something other than how good she felt, to delay my climax. 

After a little while, I realised that I wasn't going to be able to hold back much longer. 

"I'm going to cum," I confessed.

"So am I," she replied, and we both fucked harder and faster and climbed towards simultaneous climaxes. 

In the end I started to cum first, and aware that she was close behind, I kept pumping, even as my climax subsided, hoping that I could stay erect enough to bring Karen off as well. Just when I thought I'd failed, she went over the edge, and screamed as she came hard on my withering cock.

Afterwards, we lay softly kissing, as my penis wilted it's way out of her satisfied vagina, and finally, I rolled off and lay beside this satiated, beautiful woman. 

"That was fantastic," she declared, " I'm not sure whether I'll want to bother with Pete's pathetic little willy after that," she went on, " he hardly ever makes me cum."

"I need to shower," Karen suddenly announced, "will you stay the night?"

"I'd love to," I replied, kissing her gently on the lips, "I'll shower after you."

The next morning I woke at about 8:30am, and just lay watching Karen sleep. I had the rather uncharitable thought, that older women mostly look older when they are sleeping and in the morning. The night before she had been a goddess, but in the harsh morning light she looked more ordinary. I was still looking forward to a morning fuck though, so I started gently caressing her nipples. After a little while, with both nipples now erect, she rolled towards me, opened her eyes and said, "Fuck me."

I didn't need any more encouragement, as I was already hard. I rolled on top of her, and thrust inside. She was a little wet, but not fully aroused, so she gave a gasp as I burst straight into her sleepy vagina. 

"Christ you really are a bit big to enter me like that," she gasped, "still, since you're already in, carry on and fuck my arse off!"

It wasn't the same frantic, frenzied fuck of the night before. I took my time with long powerful strokes, in a steady rhythm, all the way in and out on each stroke. I could feel the head of my cock, gently tapping her cervix, and on the reverse stroke, I nearly left her completely, feeling her lips just behind the head of my cock.

"Please don't ever stop, Dave, that feels so wonderful," she purred, so I just kept on ploughing in and out of her as she got wetter and wetter. 

My lover didn't get as passionate as the previous night, instead she relaxed and let me do the work, letting her climax build slowly and without any urging on her part.

Eventually she whispered in my ear.

"I'm getting close to cumming, I'm just going to lie here relaxed and let it wash over me. If you can hold off while I cum, I'll give you a fantastic blow job afterwards."

That sounded great, except that it excited me more, so I thought about non sexy things, and carried on fucking. Slowly, but steadily, her breathing got faster and more ragged, and even though she was trying to relax, her grip around my neck was getting tighter. I kept on thrusting, saying.

"Try to relax, just let it happen." Which seemed to do the trick as she did relax.

"It's starting, I'm cumming." She gasped.

I kept pumping and yet again reminded her to relax her muscles.

As I steadily pumped in and out, Karen now forced her muscles to relax, and what I had hoped for happened. Instead of reaching a crescendo and then calming down Karen just kept on cumming. It was probably only about 2 or 3 minutes of orgasm, but to me it felt like 10 minutes as I pumped and pumped, still holding back my climax. Karen told me later that to her it felt more like 15 minutes.

"I just carried on cumming for such a long time, it felt amazing! I had no idea it was possible to cum like that." She confided.

" It doesn't work with all women," I told her, "but when it does, it usually blows then away."

"When I get my breath back I'm going to say a special thank you with my mouth," she promised, "and this time you can relax and let me do all the work"

She was as good as her word and gave me a world class blow job.

Afterwards we lay and cuddled for a while, then I told her I should leave, so she could ask Peter to come home.

"What I'm going to say is going to be difficult for him," she said, "I'm not interested in sex with him any more. It was never much good, but now I can't stand the idea."

"You're going to have to give him something, if you're going to stay married," I advised, "and I'm not going to marry you."

"But you are going to go on fucking me aren't you?"

"Yes, of course, as often as I can." I reassured her.

"OK, then I'll offer him occasional hand jobs, as long as he cleans me out after I've been with you, and maybe he can make me cum with his tongue, when you aren't free."

"I don't think he'll be thrilled with that deal." I suggested.

Karen had the final words on the subject.

"But darling, he has no other choice."

A few days after I had the great pleasure of making my friend Peter's wife my lover, I had a call from him. He wanted to have a drink with me to talk about stuff. I was a bit apprehensive, as I didn't particularly want to get attacked for cuckolding him, but when we met that evening after work, I could see that his mood wasn't anger.

He immediately confided that he was feeling very depressed about what had happened, especially as it had all been at his instigation.

"The big problem David," he stated, "is that Karen has said she no longer wants to have sex with me, as apparently I'm so useless compared to you."

This was all very flattering, but also a bit embarrassing, to hear this from a friend.

"What are you hoping I'll do about it?" I asked.

"I just thought you might be able to persuade her to at least have sex with me occasionally." He replied in a beseeching tone.

"The problem is, as I see it," I offered, "that Karen hates the fact that you masturbate all the time, rather than giving her sexual pleasure. She told me that you aren't too bad at using your tongue between her legs, but that you're always selfish and expect something in return."

I was half expecting him to attack me, I wasn't exactly being tactful, but I had an agenda, and I needed to shock him to get what I wanted.

"I would be happy to lick her as often as she wants," he offered, " just so long as there was some sex in it for me occasionally."

"Well, I think you need to tell her that, Peter, because I don't think she knows how you feel."

"You're right, of course David, I've never told her that I'm happy to go down on her every day if she wants that."

"But there's still the issue of the Masturbating," I pressed, "how can she feel in control of that?"

"What do you suggest?" he questioned, "I don't think I can do without some releases."

"I think you are going to have to agree to wear some sort of chastity device, with Karen holding the key," I answered, "I think that's the only way she'll agree to some regular sex with you."

I used the word regular to re-assure Peter, and I think he translated my words in his mind as frequent, when I actually meant regular, but infrequent. Anyway, I seemed to have got him convinced as he went on.

"Well, if that's what it takes then I guess I have no choice, how do we go about it?"

"As it happens, I've got on. I used to play chastity games with a previous girlfriend. She would lock me up for a few days, and I would use my tongue on her every day. At the end she would let me out and we'd have wild sex for a whole weekend."

Not only was this an outright lie, but I was deliberately giving Peter a completely misleading version of what was going to happen to him, but I needed him to volunteer for the device, and once he was in it, he'd be fucked, or not, as the case may be.




Helping a Friend



"Drink up and we'll go round to your house and get you fitted straight away, we just need to call by my apartment to pick it up."

In no time at all we were all in Peter's bedroom with a CB3000, and Peter naked from the waist down. He really was quite small in the cock department, and I could see why Karen was dissatisfied, but thought that wasn't the moment to point this out to Peter.

I let Karen fit the device, as I didn't want to be touching his tackle.

With the chastity cage fitted I decided to get some rules sorted out. This was where Peter would get the bad news of what he had signed up for.

"Peter," I started, " now that you are in the cage and under Karen's control, I think we can get a regime sorted out for you. As we discussed, Karen will expect you to make her cum with your tongue at least three times per week, during the week, but basically whenever she feels like it. I will normally be fucking her at the weekends, so you won't be needed in that way, unless I'm away, of course." 

I went on.

"In exchange, Karen will give you some sort of sexual release on most weekends, subject to your behaviour, attitude etc, and also subject to her whim. In addition, approximately once per calendar month she will allow you to have full penetrative sex with her. There is no guarantee of releases or sex, but Karen will try to be fair with you."

"Once per month," Peter wailed, "I thought you said it would be regular?"

"I did," I retorted, "Once per month is regular. It just isn't frequent."

"By the way," I went on, "There are a couple of additional rules for you to follow."

"What now?"

"Firstly, as you know, Karen doesn't like doing domestic chores, so from now on you'll be doing all of them. Second, you must never try to interfere with Karen's decisions about your sex life. If you do you'll find you get no releases for quite a while. Furthermore, Karen will be making all decisions about every aspect of your lives in future, and you mustn't try to get involved."

"The only other thing I didn't mention, is that although you don't have a duty to lick your wife to orgasm over the weekends, I'm sure she will require you to clean her out with your tongue when I'm finished with her."

Peter looked totally defeated, and he obviously realised that I'd tricked him into servitude to his domineering wife. I almost felt sorry for him.

"So, Peter, since I'm here, I'm going to fuck your wife while you make us some dinner, but before you do that, please bring us some drinks."

Peter clomped down the stairs dejectedly as I started to undress his elegant wife. When he got back up the stairs with two glasses of his single malt whisky, I had my fingers playing between Karen's legs, while she was holding my growing cock, and stroking very gently.

"Just look at what's going to be up me in a moment, wimp," she sneered, "and if you think your little winky is going to spend more than a couple of minutes inside me each month you're out of luck!" 

With that she climbed on top of me and lowered herself onto my pole. She clipped her fingers at her distraught husband and told him to.

"Piss off and make dinner!"

I was really enjoying this situation and decided that I would make great use of Karen's slave in the future.



Helping a Friend



My husband and I had been married for 10 years. It was a second marriage for both of us. We were both divorced for the same reason. Our spouses were addicted. His to alcohol, mine to pot. Originally our divorce agreements had us each with 50/50 custody but within a year the children all realized they were best off with us. We had to blend our families. It was tough but in the end we all bonded. 

I was now 42, my husband 47. We had just stepped into empty nest phase and we were loving it. The house was clean, nothing got lost, less stuff got broken. We could and did go out more. 

When we were divorced singles our married couple friends kind of did a slow fade. We both had the same experience. At first they'd invite us along, but after a while we were left out of invitations. In some ways it's hard. You not only divorce your spouse, you divorce a whole way of life. Your married friends were uncomfortable around you. 

I was 32. At 5'3", 130 lbs, long dark hair. No one wanted me around their husbands. I could see why. They would flirt with me. Sometimes a little too much. Now at 42 semi-regular gym visits had kept my figure. My hair was shorter. Now it came between my shoulder blades rather than the middle of my back, but now I was married. 

My husband went through the same thing. In his case the wives didn't want their husbands hanging out with a single guy. At 5'11" 180, dark hair and green eyes, he had his share of divorcees chasing him.

When we married we made a goal out of making new friends. In some ways it was hard. Our old friendships, like most people with young children, were built around the parents of kids our kids went to school with. Those people had already moved on from us and we're a little uncomfortable around our new spouses. 

To make friends we joined social groups on Meetup. It worked, we created a network of people we enjoyed.

One couple we met was John and Alison. We were not close to them. They were at least 10 years younger than us. John was too loud for us. Alison was a very pretty, sweet and shy girl. She was 32, a little over 5', maybe 100lbs. She had pretty natural blonde hair cut in a cute pixie. We would often end up talking to her while John ignored her. 

A few months after we met them, Alison showed up at an event alone. These were usually couples events so that was unusual. Alison usually gravitated towards us. We asked where John was. It seemed John had left her for another woman. Well, kind of, John had moved another woman into the house. They had no shame about it. He would have sex with her in front of Alison telling Alison she should join in. Alison would go to a bedroom when this happened, but that made her a prisoner in her home. 

Alison had already got an attorney but she did not have a place to live yet. Her family was too far away and her job was in town. She was still living in the house with her soon to be ex and his girlfriend. 

Since John knew what was coming, he already had a lawyer and had frozen their accounts. It was going to take a few weeks before she could save enough for the deposit and first month on an apartment. 

Alison wandered off to chat with others. We remembered how it was when we got divorced how our social circle disappeared. 

After a while I said, "We have room. We could take her for a couple of weeks." 

My husband said it was OK with him. I trust him completely so I had no issues with her being in the house.

We approached Alison with our offer. You could see she wanted to accept, but thought she was imposing. She refused saying she didn't want to be a burden. 

My husband wandered away leaving me to talk to Alison alone. I told her the kids were at school so we had plenty of room. I told her about our experiences with friends after our divorce and wanted her to know she could count on us. 

She gave me a hug and said thank you. We agreed she'd pack some stuff and move in the next day. My husband saw the hug, assumed we'd worked it out, and came back over. She looked at him shyly, promised not to be a burden, and thanked him. 

He assured her she was not a burden. 

The next day, after dinner, Alison showed up with 3 suitcases. I helped her unpack. It was about 9 when we were done. Alison said she was tired and asked if we minded if she went to sleep. We told her she did not need to ask permission and that she could come and go as she pleased. Also the kitchen and all the food washers to use. We told her to save her money till she could afford the place she needed. 

She hugged me again and went to her room. She emerged about 1 minute later. She called me over. 

"I forgot something to sleep in," she said shyly.

I told her not to worry and asked if T shirts were OK. She said that would work. I went off and grabbed 3 of my husband's old T shirts. Since she was so small they'd fit her like a dress. Well, an extremely short dress. 

Alison was no trouble. She cleaned up after herself and even after us. If she was home she would cook. We listened to her vent and offered advice when asked. We mostly listened. 

Before heading to bed she would often say, "Thank you for being there." 

In the evening she'd often sit on the couch with us watching TV or chatting on her iPad. She'd usually sit next to me. Twice she fell asleep on my shoulder. When I woke her she gave me a shy smile and apologized. I told her there was no need to apologize, we all need hugs when we're stressed. 

A few times we went out we took her with us and made sure to include her. We didn't want her to feel like a third wheel. 

One night we did go out without her. When we arrived home she was asleep on the couch. She was wearing one of my husband's t shirts. It had bunched around her waist. She was wearing a cute little pair of white lace bikini panties. 

My husband went and got a blanket and covered her up. 

The next morning Alison caught me in the kitchen. 

"I'm so sorry I fell asleep on the couch."

"Why? This is where you are living. It's OK to fall asleep on the couch," I replied.

"Thank you," said Alison. Then in a very shy voice, "I didn't have a blanket on me when I fell asleep." 

I told her my husband had covered her up. She looked a little embarrassed.

"Oh," she said. "Ummm... Was I... Umm...I mean."

"Relax," I said. "Your T shirt was around your waist, you were wearing adorable panties, and looked super cute."

"Oh my god," she said. "I didn't mean for your husband to see me like that. I'm sorry."

She looked panicky. 

"Alison, it's no big deal. He's seen plenty of women in his lifetime. You needed a blanket. He gave you one." 

"OK," she said.

"But you did look pretty damn cute." I added with a smile. 

We both laughed. That night my husband and I were watching TV. Alison came out of her room in one of the T shirts she said hi and headed to the kitchen to grab a coke. We watched as she went by. The T shirt barely covered her ass and we saw flashes of panties as she walked. Nothing obscene. In fact she probably did not know we could see it. As she came out of the kitchen she asked what we were watching. I told her. She asked if she could join us. 

Usually by this time of night we have undressed for the night. I was wearing a ribbed pink tank top, and my favorite pair of, relax in, shorts made from cutting the legs of sweatpants. I didn't always wear the same top. I almost always wore the shorts. I had 4 pair exactly the same. My husband normally wore a T shirt and soft cotton workout shorts. Neither of us look sexy. It's comfort. 

We said of course she could join us. She took her position on the couch next to me. She curled her knees up under her. The T shirt slid up flashing her panties. She blushed and quickly pulled it down over her knees. Again she leaned against me while we watched. 

After about 2 weeks she was very comfortable walking around in the long T shirts. I don't think she really knew how little they covered, especially if she wore a thong, but she was cute, and it gave my husband a little thrill. He's a good man. What's the harm in a little thrill. Actually, I had to admit, I liked looking at her too.

Everything was pretty chill and normal until Friday night. It started with a little joke. We were going out to dinner. We asked Alison if she wanted to go. As usual she said she didn't want to be a 3rd wheel. I insisted. She asked about my husband.

I said, "What guy wouldn't want to be seen with 2 hot sexy women."

She shook her head. "I have no idea when the last time I felt hot or sexy was." 

"Well," I said. "Let's get you sexied up." 

Actually, it sounded fun. I hadn't played dress up with another girl since my teen years and now here we were, 2 grown women, looking through clothes together and deciding what to wear. 

We started in her room. We created 3 piles. 1: too plain, 2: probably appropriate 3: my husband would be thrilled if she wore that. 

We then went in my room and did the same. We then took pile 3 from both our stuff put them on the bed, side by side, and started deciding which we would wear. We were laughing and having fun. We kept daring each other o try on something more daring. 

In the end she pulled on a short black sheath that clung to every inch of her skin. It ended 2" below her crotch. 

"How about this," she said.

I looked, "you can see the lines of your thong through the material."

She reach under the dress, shimmied out of the panties, and then asked, "Is that better?" 

We both giggled. 

I picked a dark green dress. It was low cut and would show off a lot of cleavage. Not that I had a lot. 

"Wait a minute," I said

I went to my drawer and pulled out a pretty thong and push up bra. While she watched I stripped naked and put them on. Then I put the dress on. I looked hot. Looked hot. 

My husband was due home any minute. He knew we were going out. He just didn't know how hot the chicks he was going out with were. He walked in the door and stopped. We were both posing in the living room. 

"Don't move," he said. 

When he came back he had his camera. He's a bit of an amateur photographer. We had fun posing and taking pictures. We kept teasing him that the more he worked us the bigger our appetites would be when we headed out for dinner. 

He said he didn't care, it would be worth whatever it cost just to be seen with 2 such sexy women. 

Then I remembered Alison wasn't wearing panties. Given all the posing and moving we did I'm sure my husband noticed and captured it in photos. In fact I saw her dress slide up a bit far myself a few times. I noticed she shaved. No big deal. I did too. 

He finished taking photos and ran upstairs to change. We grabbed the camera to see how they came out. 

"Oh my god," said Alison. "You can see my pussy in that one." 

I laughed. "True, but at least it's a cute pussy." 

She punched me in the arm. 

There were about 4 you could see her pussy and 5 where the dress slid up and showed her ass. 

"Do you want me to delete them," I asked.

"He's your husband," she replied. "If you don't mind him seeing them, I don't. He's a nice guy and I trust him."

I thought about it that I really want my husband to have pictures of another girls ass and pussy. I realized it didn't bother me. He was a good man. I was secure in our love. If he saw a photo of a woman or painting, I wouldn't care. So why would I care about this?

"Nah," I said. "He's a good man, and you are beautiful. Let him have his thrill."

She laughed and said, "As if being out with the 2 of us isn't enough of a thrill." 

We were chatting and laughing as my husband came down dressed for dinner. He looked good. Whatever cologne he was wearing smelled good. 

We got in the car. Alison climbed in the middle seat in the back so she could chat with us more easily. If I turned around to look at her I was looking right up her dress. I doubted my husband had the same view. 

We parked, and ever the gentleman, my husband opened the doors and help us out of the car. Alison's dress slid halfway up her ass. She quickly pulled it down and apologized. 

My husband said, "No worries. You look great." 

We headed into the restaurant. We had reservations and they sat us almost immediately. We had a corner booth where each wall had a bench. My husband slid into the corner. I slid in from the other side next to him. Amy slid in on the other side of my husband. Boy girl seating is not unusual in restaurants. I only noticed because at home she usually sat next to me. 

We had a great dinner laughing and talking. Alison told us she found a great place, but it was not available for 4 weeks. She said she might be able to move in with a work friend till then. We told her that was silly and she was welcome to stay with us. She thanked us for being so kind and good to her. 

At some point in the conversation I whispered to my husband, "How far has that dress slid up." 

He whispered back, "She's got a cute pussy if that's what you're asking."

I kissed him on the ear and said, "Pig." 

He laughed. 

We paid the bill and headed home. It had been a fun evening. My husband and I headed to our room. I started to unzip my dress.

My husband said, 'Stop." 

"Stop?" I asked. "Why?"

"I've been looking at pussy all night long, but it's not the pussy I love. I want that one."

Mmmmmmm, I liked that. I knew he was mine. It's nice when he tells you. However I was having fun still.

"Oh, so another woman gets you all hot and bothered and you think you'll settle for me to satisfy your lust?"

He smiled. "Pull that dress up," he said.

Pulling it up my thighs a little. "Like this," I teased.

"Pull it up," he said. 

I pulled it up over my panties. I gave him a pouty look and said, "But I'm wearing panties."

"Get them off," he said. 

I grabbed the sides and slowly pushed them down over my hips. Now he was looking at my bare pussy. 

"Is this what you want," I teased. 

"Close." He said. 

He led me to the bed and lightly pushed me on it face down. 

"Show me that ass," he said.

Face down on the bed I got on my knees and raised my ass. 

"But I thought you wanted pussy," I said in a pouty voice.

"I do," he said. "I can see it from here."

He certainly could. He got down on his knees and started eating my pussy. If he couldn't see what he was doing he could certainly feel his way around. His tongue felt so good. I was instantly wet. 

"God you taste good," he said. 

I was close to coming. His tongue was keeping me on edge. As I neared my orgasm. I picture of Alison's cute pussy flashed in front of me. 

I don't know why, but I said, "Do you think it tastes better than Alison's?" 

As I asked it I pushed my pussy full in his face. With his tongue on my clit I came. Hard. While I came I was picturing Alison's pussy. 

Now he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. I love his cock. It's bigger than average but not crazy big. He got behind me. My head still on the bed. My ass up in the air. I was so wet he slid right into me. As soon as I felt him fill me up completely, I came again.

He started fucking me hard. Long hard jackhammer strokes. Each one drove my face into the bed. I grunted with each stroke. As he pulled back my body was yelling for him to shove it back in me. I was loving it.

"So seeing Alison's pussy gets you this excited," I panted. Then these words came out. "I may have to make sure you see it more often." 

Somehow, that thought, made me cum again. 

Now I wanted him to cum. 

"That's it. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Alison's cute little pussy get you all excited? That's ok. You can take it out on my pussy. Your pussy. You can fuck your pussy anytime you want. She gets you hot and bothered. I will take your cock anywhere. What do you think she'd say if we started to fuck in front of her."

With that, he stiffened up. I could feel his cock pulse as hot cum shot inside my pussy. I came.

We both collapsed on the bed, mostly dressed, sweating, and smelling like sex. I knelt over him and took his cock in my mouth. I loved the way it tasted after we fucked. My pussy juices, his cum, it smelled like sex. I licked him clean. 

All of a sudden I had a thought. "I wonder how loud we were?" I asked.

Alison was staying in the room right next to ours. How embarrassing would it be if she'd heard us. Neither of us were ready for bed. We changed to our hang around wear and headed for the living room. I couldn't tell if we smelled like sex or if cleaning up my husband's cock just got that flavor and scent stuck in my nose, but to me everything smelled like sex. 

We walked into the living room. Alison was on the couch. That wasn't unusual. What was unusual is that this time she wasn't wearing one of my husband's t shirts. She was wearing hers. It came to about mid butt. She was wearing a cute pair of boy shorts that showed a lot of ass cheek. I had to admit, she looked adorable. 

Neither of us commented. I'm not sure what we would have said. She said hi like nothing was different. She moved to make room for us on the couch. As she often did, she leaned against me. She smiled at me. 

That night I asked him what he thought was up. He had no idea. Just like a man. 

Over the next week, this became standard dress for her when she woke up or was ready for bed. Different T shirts, some didn't cover her but, some 1/2 way down. Always with a cute pair of boyshorts or bikini panties. Nothing else changed. 

One morning I was getting dressed. I was in my panties when I realized I forgot to turn the coffee on. I pulled on a T shirt and went to the kitchen. Alison was there. 

"Hey there," she said. She looked at me in my panties and T and said, " that's a much better look than those sweat shorts."

I just said thanks. We had a little small talk and I headed off to get dressed for work. I couldn't get what Alison said off my mind. When I got to work I texted my husband and told him what happened. 

Then I asked "Would you like me dressed more like Alison in the evening?"

"Yes."

"LOL, you don't have to think about it?"

"Nope."

I ended with "I love you."

"I am yours forever," he replied. 

That night was a perfectly normal dinner. After dinner I went to change. I reached for my shorts. I looked in the mirror. I was wearing a cute lacy pair of boy shorts. They were low on my hips and covered maybe 1/2 my ass. 

I thought of Alison. Then I wondered why my stomach had butterflies and I was feeling wet. I took off my bra and pulled on a comfy T. Then I went to the living room. Alison was already there. 

"Oh my god, you look awesome," she said. I wish I was as pretty as you." 

I assured her she was beautiful. "What makes you think you're not beautiful?" 

"People don't look at me they look at you. I was never the pretty girl in school. I was always kind of awkward."

"Well you grew up beautiful," I said.

"Not really," she said. "Please don't be mad at me, but I've been trying to get you husband to notice me. I don't want to steal him. I just wanted to be noticed by a good guy. He doesn't even look." 

Ohhhh. ... So that explained the change of clothes. 

I laughed. "Oh trust me, he noticed."

"How do you know?" She asked.

"Because he's been fucking the hell out of me every night after seeing you." 

She started to cry, "I'm so sorry. I can move out tomorrow. Please don't hate me."

"Hate you? I've been getting fucked silly every night! I should be paying you." 

She looked up at me and smiled. She craned her head up and kissed me. Not quite on the lips but close enough that it meant more than a kiss on the cheek. 

Then my husband walked in. He saw us on the couch. Two women he thought were beautiful, in each other's arms, in their underwater on the couch. He just stopped. He didn't say anything. 




Helping a Friend



Then he kind of stammered, "I can come back," and started to leave. 

"What's the matter," I said. "Two women in their underwear scare you?"

"Very much," he said.

This was fun. I liked watching him stammer. 

I took my arms, crossed them and grabbed the hem of my T shirt. In the most coquettish voice I could, I said, "We can take them off if you'd prefer." 

"That's it, I'm going to hide in our room." He turned around to leave. 

"No, no, come back," we practically said in unison. 

He looked at us skeptically. I patted the spot between me and Allison and said, "Come sit." 

He approached cautiously and sat between us. He has great shoulders. We both put our heads against his chest. I reached across him and took Alison's hand. Our clasped hands dropped in his lap. 

All of a sudden it struck me. I knew where this was going. I can't say I never fantasizes about being with a woman or about a 3 some. I had. But those were fantasies. They were between me and my husband or me and my fingers. This was real people who cared about each other sitting on a couch.

The next move was mine. I could stop it, or let it happen. My husband would never want to take advantage of anyone. He would not make the first move. Alison wanted to. She was looking at me with anticipation with those beautiful blue eyes. 

I realized I wanted it to happen too. I wanted to kiss this beautiful woman. I wanted to share the love my husband and I had, even, if it's just one night, so she could see how deeply I love him. That I could do this, let him do this, and love him the more for it, was something she needed to know. 

I moved my head across my husband's chest. Leaving her hand on his lap I brought my hand up to her cheek. I gently coaxed her face to mine and I kissed her. Tender at first. Then with more urgency. We ended up kneeling on either side of my husband kissing each other 3 inches from his face. He had no idea where to look or where to put his hands. 

I reached over grabbed Alison's shirt and pulled it off over her head. I then took mine off as well. I turned to my husband and kissed him. 

I kissed my way up to his ear and whispered, "It's OK, I want this."

I then guided Alison's lips to his and watched as they kissed. I thought I'd be jealous. I wasn't. It was a beautiful tender moment. It felt right in my heart.

As they kissed I caressed her neck, her shoulders, eventually getting to her breasts. I let my fingers glide over them lightly touching her nipples. I could hear her intake of breath as I circled her nipples. I leaned my head in to suck them into my mouth. It felt as soft and good as I'd imagined. She laid her head on my husband's chest while I played with her breasts. 

My husband had no idea where to put his hands. Between sucking her tits I said, "She's got a great ass. You should feel it." 

She looked at him and nodded. His hands went down to both our asses and he started to caress them. 

Alison kissed him and said, "Under the material is good too."

I couldn't see what happened, but she smiled at me and said, "Much better." 

She leaned across his lap and put her hands on my shoulders. She spread her legs a bit to give him better access. 

She kissed me and said, "Tell him more." 

I looked at him and nodded. All of a sudden she took a sharp breath. I knew his hands had found her pussy.

I think my husband has great fingers. It was obvious she agreed with me. She was rocking back and forth on his hand while trying to maintain a kiss with me. The kiss was losing. 

All of a sudden she grabbed me tight, shuddered and moaned. She came. 

She looked at me and said, "That was amazing."

I said, "What? You think you're done?"

She giggled. 

We turned to my husband and pulled his shirt off. We kissed his neck and shoulders down his belly to the waistband of his shorts. We slid off the couch on either side of him. We grabbed his shorts and pulled them off. His cock sprung free. 

Alison laughed and said, "Me first."

And she was. She lowered her head on his cock and started sucking it. My husband looked at me again, but I took his hand and gave him a reassuring smile. 

"Let it happen," I said.

He closed his eyes and let it happen. I leaned in and started helping her. We shared his cock like we were sharing a Popsicle. At one point she got some precum on her lips. I kissed and licked it off them. 

I then stood up and pulled her up too. I slid my panties off and let them fall to the ground. I then reached over and pulled hers off her. 

I pulled her in front of him, looked at her, and said, "Fuck him." 

I helped her straddle his lap. I reached between them and guided his cock into her. She moaned as she sank it all the way in her. Then she started fucking him. It was hot to watch. It was tender to watch. 

I could see her body tense up. She came. 

I pulled her off and to the floor. I straddled her face, grabbed her legs, and held them spread.

"Get off the couch and fuck her," I said.

He did as he was told. He got between her legs and started fucking her while I held her legs. 

I was kneeling across her face. I looked at her and said, "Eat me."

She started out tentatively. I moaned. With each moan she got braver. She knew what to do. She had a pussy too. She knew where the god spots are. Sometimes she missed because my husband was pounding her pussy. But she was mostly right on. 

As she ate me, and my husband fucked her. We were face to face. I said I love you and kissed him. He told me I was the most amazing woman in the world. As we were kissing I could feel Alison start to cum. 

"Make her cum. That's it. Fuck her. She cumming."

She did. I could feel it in how her tongue lost control in my pussy. The thought of it made me cum too. I fell forward into my husband quivering all over. 

"That's it baby. Cum in her. Fill her up."

Alison joined in. "It feels so good, fuck me. Cum in me. I feel so full. Fuck me."

Between the two of us he lost it. He started to cum. I could see his body spasm. He kept pumping her. I could see some cum come out with every stroke. 

He leaned over and lay down on his back. His cock getting soft and covered with her pussy and his cum. I started licking him clean. Alison joined me. When he was all clean we kissed each other with our cum and pussy soaked lips.

We lay there for awhile and finally I said, "Let's go to bed." 

I took their hands and led them to our bed. We fell asleep in each other's arms. 

I wish I could tell you we fucked all night, or that this became a night after night thing. It didn't. It brought us closer, but that need to be loved from that night was no longer there. She knew she was loved. 

She got her own place shortly after. We still hang out all the time and you never know, sometimes, when the mood is just right for all of us...



Helping A Friend



“He can’t get his puck out of the net,” someone yelled from the back, causing an uproar in the packed room. Benny turned to see a man with wind-burned cheeks, the sure sign of an outdoor worker. He was about 5’6” and built like someone who makes his living in construction, lifting steel beams for his coworkers to put chains under them. But it was not him, the remark had come from farther back.

Benny tried again but couldn’t find his thing. The guy at the next urinal peeked at his dilemma, drip-shook his dick before zipping up. He wore a three piece suit and a sympathetic smile.

“Get out the tweezers,” came from the back. This was followed by another clamor throughout the crowd. The tweezers comment sounded like the same voice. Embarrassed, Benny zipped up and stepped aside to make room for the beam lifter.

Hockey fans are a mixed crowd, some coming from work in their three piece suits and others in casual dress, sneakers and sweat shirts. ‘Sneakers and a sweat shirt,’ that’s what Hollie had suggested when she invited him to go with her. “Go home and change, wear something casual, we’ll meet in front of the stadium at 7:30, gate 12, okay?”

And that’s what he had done, stopping by his place to covert his appearance from junior office worker to designer casual. He had even showered and changed his underwear. As Hollie had said, “We have plenty of time, I need to eat with Terry so he knows he still has a mommie, Tom’s out of town.”

She was curious when he got back to his seat. “What took so long?” she wanted to know, leaning near him to whisper as if their seat mates would be even remotely interested in the conversation. The crowd had its eyes on the ice below, and the face off.

“You know how those lines are?” he whispered back. She was still leaning close, soft, looking at him, as if riveted by the news that lines at the men’s room were long between periods. Her hand swished a strand of strawberry blond hair back in place. She was always doing that.

Benny and Hollie had two things in common; they worked at the same company and had gotten their jobs through nepotism. Her husband was also in the insurance business at a competitor a few blocks away. Through his contacts, he had made it possible for her to be selected for a job in claims. Ben’s uncle, hearing that he was having no luck with his job search, arranged for him to be hired in the legal department. 

“You’re just what they need down there,” referring to the legal department being on the fifth floor while his own office was ‘upstairs.’ Ben’s father winced at the idea, “I kept telling him a liberal arts degree would make him the last to find work. What can he possibly offer legal?”

“Nonsense, he’ll do fine. They need a smart young person to maintain the case files pending litigation, he’ll be a perfect fit.” countered his uncle. Then to Ben, “don’t give them your mother’s maiden name and if we meet in the hall you don’t know me, okay?

They had worked in the same company for three months before they met face to face although they had spoken on the phone from the beginning.

“Can we meet for coffee or something? I’ll bring the file.” Ben had asked.

“Don’t you dare bring the file,” she had warned him.

He rose when she came in the door, recognizing her by the pink sweater she had told him she would be wearing. The sweater accented her rosy cheeks and the unruly hair that always seemed to flop down, covering one of her eyes. She came his way, seeming to know it was him by the way he was watching her move through the crowded coffee shop.

“Let me see the file, no coffee for me, I can’t be gone long” she said as soon as they were seated, not saying why she didn’t want to be seen with him. Her boss had forbid her from it, saying, ‘don’t hold their hands, once we send a claims file to legal it’s all theirs, we’re finished with it.’ Besides, her husband worked just down the street, he could come in and see her with this young man.

She spent the next 10 minutes giving Ben the background on the case, relating conversations she had with the woman who was filing the claim and supplying background on why the claim was being rejected. She advised that he should send form letter 343, then she was gone.

Ben was mystified. She seemed nervous, distant, not what he had expected from the friendly telephone voice he had become accustomed to. ‘Perhaps she had been turned off by his youth? or worse, his appearance?’

The next time they spoke on the `phone it was her usual casual tone that greeted him as if they were the best of friends. “What are you doing for lunch?” she wanted to know.

They met for lunch at a diner seven blocks from the office and it became their favorite spot. Meetings were always at her suggestion, she never took him up on his offers. “Tom’s out of town,” she commented on one occasion. Another time she mentioned that her boss was out sick that day. Ben put it together, she didn’t want to be seen with him. Their luncheons were always arranged by her, at the out of the way location.

“What did you do last night? do you have a girlfriend? you never said,” she asked one morning. He also noticed that it was she who initiated the telephone calls. As a rule, she did not take his calls, letting them go to voicemail.

Happy to be in her company, Benny let her call the shots. He liked being with her, watching her eyes when she said something funny or when she got serious. He loved the way they twinkled when she laughed and how they misted when she revealed something personal. “Did you get lucky last night? I did,” she would say, her green eyes twinkling, then glistening. She even told him why she insisted that they meet at the diner instead of one of the more fashionable places near the office. “My boss has something against legal, I don’t know what it is but he doesn’t want me to help you.” 

Benny had not taken the job seriously, viewing it as a temporary source of income until something more permanent came along. When he complained to Hollie about the monotony of keeping the files up to date she sympathized with him. “Hang in there, something will come your way,” she smiled.

“I’m an old lady, way too old for you,” she would say kiddingly, pushing half of her cheesecake his way. “I’m so old I have to watch what I eat.” 

“You’re perfect and not too old at all,” he would say, wanting to add, ‘for me,’ but not, taking the cheesecake. She would smile, watching him scoop up the last crumbs. 

“Don’t call me anymore,” she said one day at lunch. 

“Why?” he asked incredulously. They had been friends for about two years and had shared their deepest secrets. He thought he knew her well. 

“They’ve got a new system that tracks you’re calls,” she whispered, looking around the diner for any sign of co-workers. “I’m not suppose to talk to you, remember?”

It was her idea to meet once a week. “Never on the same day of the week and not at the same times, I’ll work out a schedule,” she said as she left that day. He was to wait five minutes before going back to work. The calendar arrived in an inter-office envelope the next day. He folded the paper and placed it in his wallet.

“Tom’s lost interest in me,” she confided. They had just taken their seats but the diner was nearly empty, she had insisted on a mid-afternoon lunch. 

“What make’s you think that?” Benny ask, trying to hide his bewilderment. ‘Why was she telling him this, as if he was one of her girl friends with whom she shared such secrets.’

“He doesn’t pester me for sex any more,” she said, holding a slim hand up to her mouth to shield it from a waiter who was clearing the next table. “I have to nag him for it,” she grinned, displaying the dimple that Benny had grown fond of seeing. 

“Maybe he likes that, you nagging him for sex,” he speculated, ‘I know I would like it,’ he thought. Wanting to change the subject, he told her that he had a date to see a play. A barrage of questions followed this news. How did you meet her? Is she pretty? What are her measurements? 

“How was the date? How did you make out?” she wanted to know at their next meeting, her exuberance overshadowed only by her curiosity. He reddened, reluctant to talk about the date.

“What happened? you didn’t fuck it up, did you?” Her eyes glistened, showing concern in her voice and in her eyes.

He nodded. She waited for him to speak and was able to suppress a snicker when he told her what had taken place. His date, a perfect 10 in his eyes, had critiqued the play before the curtain fell on the first act, deciding that it was poorly written, the director had misinterpreted the nuances of the plot and the actors were unbefitting for their parts. They had left half way through the second act.

To his astonishment, the date had agreed to go back to his place for a drink, after which they had another. This was followed by heavy necking, getting naked and...

When he wouldn’t say more, Hollie had to guess, “premature ejaculation?”

He nodded, not wanting to talk about it. She pitied him. “It happens, next time will be different, you’ll be the stud, I may have to show you a thing or two,” she laughed. When he didn’t smile she changed the subject. 

“Do you think this dress shows how big my hips have gotten?” she asked, looking up to him. Her eyes were moist and her lips were slightly open, awaiting his answer. It was the Friday before Christmas, many of the employees had left early, others were in party mode. She had made a rare appearance in legal because she knew her boss would never venture there.

“Not at all,” he scoffed. It was a knitted dress and he liked the way the yarn clung to her butt. They were in a lawyer’s office with the door closed. Benny knew the guy had taken off early and wouldn’t be back. 

“Is that mistletoe? I believe it is,” she said, motioning to the bare ceiling as she stood on tiptoes to plant a kiss on his lips. Benny watched her step away to appraise his look of surprise at the kiss. She wore a silk scarf around her shoulders. The multi colored fabric made her eyes sparkle. He playfully dislodged the two ends of the scarf from the ring that held them together around her neck. He lowered the scarf to her hips and moved it from side to side, the silk sliding smoothly over the yarn. She giggled, moving her hips, enjoying the friction. He used the scarf to pull her to him. This kiss was long and real. When it broke, neither moved.

Laughing, she whispered, “There’s more mistletoe over here, pulling him along as she backed up to the front of the lawyer’s desk. Her arms were around his neck. He dropped the scarf and placed both hands between the desk and her ass as they kissed, entwining their tongues and pressing their bodies together. 

They matched one another’s movements and sounds. She moaned when his lips pulled away to make sucking sounds along her jawline and down her neck. She opened her legs, stretching the yarn, permitting his thigh to stretch it further. The moans changed to humming approval as his mouth returned to hers. 

It was their difference in height that brought her to her senses. His member was pulsating against her stomach, making her aware of their circumstance. She was seven years older and it would be up to her to be the adult. She broke away and buried her face in his chest, trembling, trying to regain her composure. This confounded Benny. He relaxed his hold on her butt and pulled away to look at her.

“Too bad I’m wearing these damn pantyhose,” she laughed, green eyes glistening as she looked up at him. She wanted to apologize for being the old fuddy duddy, knowing how insecure he was around women. She hoped he would understand. That was their last meeting until the invitation to the hockey match. 

She had taken a chance and dialed his extension. “I have hockey tickets, can you go with me? Tom was going to use them but he’s been called to the home office.” 

Excited to hear her voice, Benny accepted. He hurried to his apartment, showed, shaved, put on cologne and dressed as she had instructed, casually.

“I have to go back to the men’s room,” he said to Hollie. By the expression on her face he knew that he would need to explain. “My shorts are on backwards, I couldn’t go before,” he shouted over the crowd noise which was expressing discontent over a penalty leveled against a member of the home team. 

This sent Hollie into gut renching laughter just as a hush came over the crowd. A player from the opposing team, flat on his back on the ice, was being administered to by the medical staff. The entire section focused on Hollie who, oblivious to the injured player, continued to howl. Even the iron worker who had been behind Benny in the men’s room looked up from three rows down. He waved to Benny and said something to his pardoner. Soon everyone in the section, except Hollie, knew about the incident in the men’s room. 

He told her about the voice from the back of the room, “He can’t get his puck out of the net,” Benny said, explaining why everyone was looking their way. This sent Hollie into another fit of laughter and everyone around them laughed with her as the player was being placed on a stretcher.

When he came back from the rest room Hollie suggested that they leave. There were five minutes left in the second period but the visiting team was ahead by five goals. Benny agreed to leave.

“I seem to recall that my husband’s company has four seats. Those people next to us may work with him. They may even know who I am and tell him how crazy I was acting. I thought it was better that we leave. You don’t mind do you?” she asked, taking his arm, playfully. 

In the cab she said to Benny, “give him your address, honey.”

Then to the driver, “my boyfriend has his shorts on backwards, we’ve got to get them turned around.” This was followed by tumultuous laughter. The cabby looked amused but did not comment. Hollie lunged at Benny, snuggling against him.

“Do you think my boyfriend is too young for me?” she asked the driver while holding Benny’s face up for display. The cabby looked in the rear view mirror at the youthful Benny, then to Hollie, refraining from saying what he was thinking.

“I think my boyfriend is just the right age,” she said, pulling Benny down for a long kiss. “But my husband wouldn’t agree, would he?” 

“He thought I was drunk or crazy,” she laughed, clinging to Benny as they climbed the stairs to his apartment. Still giddy, “do you think I’m crazy?”

Benny didn’t know how to respond. He had never seen her act this way. She had always been cautious when they had been together, a little nervous, always checking to see who was coming in the door at the diner, never letting him walk back to the office with her. “I like you this way,” he answered. 

“You do what you need to do,” she said to him, inspecting his apartment. He disappeared into the bedroom and made short work of turning his shorts around.

When he came out of the bedroom she was talking on the telephone. He waited at the front door, jacket in hand, ready to take her home.

“Got some wine?” she asked as she hung up the phone. Her mood had changed from capricious to somber. He noticed that she had removed her jacket and sweat shirt and was in the process of pulling the bottom of her T shirt out of her jeans when she looked at him, catching him staring at her, knowing that he had realized that she was braless. “Wine? do you have any?”

They sat on the sofa and drank merlot from water glasses. She looked around, appraising the clutter that surrounded them. “You don’t bring girls here often, do you?” she charged. “When did you change the sheets on your bed?”

Ben took a long swig of wine and blushed. ‘She’s so perceptive, she must know how uncomfortable she’s making me,’ he thought.

“Hey, kiddo, let’s go make your bed,” she said, moving toward his bedroom. He followed, admiring how the loose T-shirt covered her waistband where the buttline curve began.

Hollie stripped the bed and made short work of replacing the sheets. When the bed was made to her satisfaction she jumped into the center of the bed and asked, “which side is yours?” Ben was taken back, when he didn’t answer she laughed and lead him back to the sofa for another glass of wine.

“You didn’t answer my question, do you bring girls here?” She teased, enjoying watching him squirm. She had removed her shoes and sat cross legged at one end of the sofa, glass in hand.

Benny sat at the other end of the sofa, watching her drain the second glass of wine, not answering.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Hollie ask, leaning forward to place the empty glass on the coffee table. Her breasts swayed under the tight shirt. She smiled, showing dimples as she lifted the errant strand of hair from her face.

Benny, thinking that she wanted a refill, moved to the center cushion and picked up her glass. 

Hollie leaned over to restrain his hand, causing him to release his grip on the glass. Their bodies were touching, faces inches apart. Her lips were parted and her eyes searched his. 

“You still didn’t answer,” she said, playfully pushing him back on the couch. Her hand, fingers spread, was pressing his chest, commanding him to lay still. 

Benny was in an uncomfortable position. His back was flat against the couch but his feet were flat on the floor. Hollie was on her knees behind his bottom, creating the miss alignment from his hips downward. He didn’t attempt to move for fear that it would alter the mood. Hollie seemed to be unaware of his predicament. Her fingers moved over his chest, lightly clutching his shirt, smiling wickedly. “Tell me,” she commanded, tickling his ribs, “how can I help? Aunt Hollie is here to give you some pointers.”

With that, she climbed up to straddle his waist. She bent down and whispered, “Auntie Hollie is here to council, use me.”

Benny was able to bring his legs from the floor and would have felt comfortable had it not been for his stiff cock which was pressing against Hollie’s butt. He was certain she would notice. Her tits, swinging just above his face made his cock grow. He groaned, no longer trying to hide the affect she was having upon him.

“Here’s the situation, you’ve brought a gorgeous women home and plied her with two glasses of wine. You changed the sheets on you bed before you went out and let’s say the place is clean and free of clutter. Got it so far? Now your date is on top of you, begging to be fucked, what do you do?”

Benny was dumbfounded. All he could think about was his strained cock and the set of tits swaying just inches from his lips.

“What’s wrong, am I not gorgeous enough?” Hollie sounded hurt. 

“No, no, it’s not that, you’re almost too gorgeous,” Benny stammered.

“Pretend I’m gorgeous, what do you do?” 

Tentatively, Benny put one arm around her to bring their lips together. Hollie moved her butt down his body, bending his cock, making him groan. With his free hand he cupped her breast and relished the weight of her body on his as they kissed. Hollie moaned her approval when he brought his other hand to her free tit. She ground her pelvis into his cock, making his moan back.

Hollie didn’t resist when he lifted her shirt to explore her bare skin, first her back and then her breasts. In fact, she lifted herself to make room for his hands to cup her tits and gently roll the nipples between his thumb and forefingers. 

She broke the kiss. “You’re getting the hang of it, what do you do now?”

Benny didn’t know how to answer. He was content to feel her soft breasts roll gently in his hands. The nipples had hardened and were erect. He tried to raise his head to her lips but she kept him at bay.

“Remember, you have clean sheets on your bed, isn’t it time to suggest we go there?” Hollie’ face was now our of reach but he was still enjoying the feel of her breasts.

“Yes, I guess,” he stammered, not wanting to release the soft flesh that still responded to his touch.




Helping A Friend



“Well? say it,” her voice was demanding.

“Would you like to go to the bedroom?” Benny managed to say.

“That’s just pitiful,” she said, almost laughing at his ineptitude. “You’re the man, be more forceful, don’t ask, tell her.”

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” he whispered, having mustered a commanding, yet urgent tone.

“Better,” she said. To Benny’s surprise she jumped from his clutches and dash off in the direction of the bedroom, her bare feet making the most pleasant sound he had ever heard. He followed.

Together, they helped one another to disrobe. She made a clucking sound when, in his haste, Benny had to pull his pants back up to kick off his shoes. “Think ahead,” she reprimanded, “be prepared for the unexpected.” But her voice softened when they stood face to face, touching. “Nice,” she cooed as she took his cock in her hand and felt the ridged softness. She giggle as they toppled onto the bed. 

“Not so fast,” she growled as he climbed between her legs. “Have you ever heard of foreplay?”

“I thought that was what we were doing on the couch,” Benny answered defensively.

“Just as I suspected, that’s why you can’t last,” Hollie advised, pushing him off to the side. “Let this old lady show you a thing or two.”

It was like being shoved into a cold shower. If it hadn’t been for his pulsating prick, Benny would have lost interest and given up. Hollie sensed his injured ego and tried to explain. “Honey, I’m here as your friend, just follow my instructions and maybe you’ll learn something.” She snuggled up to him and whispered into his ear, “ maybe this old lady will get something out of it to.” As her tits grazed his bare chest he thought sure that he would cum.

She kissed him and drew him back down, careful to keep his body do her side. “Work on my tits, get the nipples hard again,” she whispered. He was happy to follow her instructions. He nibbled on her nipples, causing her to moan in pleasure. “Don’t bite, Tom might notice,” she cautioned, then moaned again, not caring if he left telltale signs. 

She moved his head. “Kiss me there,” she whispered, pointing his lips toward her mid section. When he tongued inside her belly button she moaned encouragement. “Now back to the nipples, keep them hard.” Benny was happy to oblige. He loved her small breasts and the way the nipples became erect when he sucked them.

“Now lower,” she instructed, “kiss my inner thighs but not my cunt, can you do that for me?” Hollie was having trouble keeping a clear head but she wanted to be a good teacher. She was doing this for a friend and she wanted him to learn. She gasp when she felt his tongue enter her belly button once more on the way down. She giggled, thinking what a good student he was.

Benny started lower. At the end of the bed he massaged her foot as he begin kissing at her ankle and up her leg, slowly, feeling the smooth, freshly shaved skin against his lips. When he got to her knee he retraced his path, back down to the ankle. They he took he other foot and started back up. He kissed the soft area behind her knees, making Hollie gasp for breath. ‘He’s a natural,’ she thought.

He was delighted to discover how aroused she became when he kissed her inner thighs, first one, then the other. Her legs opened wider and wider as his lips made their way up and down the sensitive area. The excitement of making her wither with pleasure nearly made Benny forget the throbbing organ between his legs although he was careful to keep it clear from her thighs or the bed. He followed her instruction to stay away from her cunt but as she bucked and moaned each time he moved his lips upward he was tempted to go for it. He didn’t know she was thinking the same thing, ‘Why doesn’t he dive in?’ 

“Don’t forget my nipples,” he heard Hollie say. Dutiful, he climbed back up her body, pressing his lips to her stomach area as he went. He took first one, then the other nipple into his mouth and was rewarded with moans from their owner. Hollie cradled his head in her hands as he sucked. She had coaxed him back to her breasts as a diversion because she could not take more of the attention he had given her thighs. She reminded herself that she was doing this was for him. It was to be a learning experience and if she got some pleasure from it, that was a bonus. But god, what a bonus.

Somewhat recovered she released his head. “I think you can go back to the thighs now,” she whispered. This was music to his ears. Benny wasted little time around her mid-section on the way down. As soon as he planted a wet kiss on her thigh, Hollie bucked and screamed at the same time. She was breathing hard and clutching the sheets. She reached for him but he had pulled away, puzzled, thinking he had hurt her. Sensing his concern, Hollie sat up and drew him to her. “It’s okay, you made me cum, you made me cum, it’s better than okay,” she said giggling. They laughed together. 

She held him close, panting, trying to clear her head and regain her breathing. “Time for the next phase,” she said, kissing him and pushing him back as the same time. “Watch out for the wet spot,” she said laughing as she ran her han through his chest hair and pinched his nipples. He lay passively on his back but gasp when she flipped his nipples with her tongue. Flip, flip, flip, first one direction, then the other. He reached for her tits but she moved out of reach. “Ahhhh,” he uttered when she squeezed his balls. “Be a good boy, this is for you,” she warned.

She massaged his balls and spread a track of wet kisses down his body, taking time to knead his stomach with her nose and chin, sending ripples of excitement throughout his body, from his eyebrows to his balls, which were being held firmly in Hollie’s small hand. She kissed the ball end of his pecker, causing it vibrate. She planted kisses down the shaft, Benny shivered.

When she took him into her mouth he exploded without warning. It surprised them both. Spurt after spurt drenched her mouth until she pulled away, then her hair and finally the bed. 

“I’m....I’m sorry,” Benny apologized, “I didn’t know.”

“You didn’t know what? That you could do that?” Hollie laughed. She went to the bathroom and returned with a damp face cloth. “Now we have two wet spots,” she said, still laughing.

She got back into bed and snuggled up next to Benny to reassure him that everything was all right. “I was going to show you 69 but you let go before I got in position.”

“I’m sorry,” was all he could say.

“I think it’s time for you to go down on me,” Hollie said in a thoughtful way. “Maybe it will get that thing back up so you can fuck me.”

Bolstered by the prospect of actually having sex with her, Benny jumped at the chance to eat her pussy. “Slow down,” she cautioned when he tried to separate her legs, “start up here,” she motioned to her tits.

Benny took his time, sucking and nibbling her breasts until the nipples stood at attention. He moved down with deliberate movements, making exaggerated sucking sounds around her stomach area and amusing them both. ‘Come on, get to it,’ Hollie thought but restrained from urging him to hurry.

She opened her legs willingly, resting one hand on his head in order to anticipate where his mouth would move next. He started just above the knee and placed wet kisses to within two inches of her entrance. ‘Keep going,” Hollie wanted to say. He repeated the action on the other thigh, lingering at the same spot, two inches from her vulva. Hollie, beside herself, resisted the urge to yell out, ‘god damit, lick me,’ but she did press lightly on his head. He relished her desire, lingering just long enough for a short tease before bringing his tongue to the wetness between her lips. “Ahhh,” she gasp. He licked the slit and felt her hands clasp tightly to his head. It was gratifying that he was giving her such pleasure. He felt his cock grow. He licked again, tasting the sweet wetness that was fairly oozing from her lips. Each lick was answered with, “YES,” lick, “YES.” 

Hollie tried to restrain herself but she knew she was bucking and yelling. When he found her clit she went wild, she was no longer in charge. She was screaming, “YES, YES, YES.”

He stopped. ‘Why did he stop?’ She couldn’t speak. She couldn’t get her breath. She was suffocating. Through glazed eyes she saw Benny. He was looking her way, concern on his face. She was gasping for air. She wanted to ask him why he had stopped but she couldn’t speak. She tried to smile. Slowly, her breathing returned but her vision was still blurred. “What happened?”

“You were pulling my hair, I thought you wanted me to stop,” Benny said, smiling, rubbing the sides of his head. 

“Oh, I should have warned you, I do that,” she explained, apologetically. She felt woozy but he was coming into focus now. “I probably did want you to stop, I came so much, I probably couldn’t take any more, that’s probably why I pulled your hair. Are you okay?”

“Sure,” he laughed, “I’m okay, still have most of my hair.”

“I don’t care about your hair, silly. I mean, are you okay?” she was looking down his body. Benny got it. He moved to display his manhood, proudly pointing in her direction, erect and ready. 

“Bring that bad boy up here,” she said laughing, opening her legs and beckoning him to her.

“Remember, start at the top,” she said, drawing him to her for a kiss as he took his position between he legs. Willingly, he brought both nipples to a hardened state as she found his cock and ran the bulb up and down her wetness before guiding it to the opening. 

“Push,” she instructed and he did. Once he was buried deep within her Hollie was no longer in charge. There was nothing more to teach him. He was in control. It was a perfect fit from top to bottom. At times he slowed to a near tantalizing halt, only to speed up, ramming her into submission, taking her to ecstasy and slowing to long deliberate strokes that brought her to the brink of bliss.

He was in control. She tried to take over but failed. When he slowed she wrapped her legs around him to coax him to go deeper but each time he would speed up, breaking her leg hold. When she contracted her muscles to squeeze his cock he stopped to enjoy the feeling, then in a flurry of jabs, rammed her unmercifully. When she raised her pelvis to meet his thrusts he changed the tempo to throw her into a state of frustration. 

She gave up and let him fuck her, which he did for at least twenty minutes. He was in charge. She came repeatedly. She yelled and pounded on his back. She screamed and gripped the bed sheets. He bit her neck and she didn’t care. She bit him back.

They were both soaked in sweat when he decided to change positions. She didn’t care. Obediently, she moved to her knees and guided his pole back into her cunt as he mounted her the doggy way. “Mutt,” she screamed, “I’m a Mutt and I love it!”

His hands moved over her body, from her hips to her tits and back. Her nipples ached from all of the attention and her cunt was rubbed raw but she didn’t care. How often does one have a chance to help a friend?

He slapped her butt as he came. She felt the sting of the slap and the gush deep inside her at the same time. They spraled on the bed, exhausted. She awoke, cold, naked and wet. She panicked, it was late and her baby sitter had only promised to stay until one A.M. It was two thirty.

She cleaned herself up and dressed. He hadn’t stirred. She covered him up and left him there, laying in two wet spots. She let herself out and found a cab. 

“Out late ain’t you?” commented the cabby.

“Helping a friend,” she explained. She leaned back on the seat and felt the sticky substance between her legs. Then she rephrased the answer, “Actually, he was helping me.” 

They never saw one another again. She called to say that she was moving. Tom had been promoted. That was the reason for his trip to the home office. 

Benny didn’t know what to say. He was loosing a good friend. “Thank you,” he said, “for everything.”

“Thank you,” she answered, hoping that he understood the meaning.

“I’ll never forget you,” he said, hoping that she would understand the meaning.

“Benny?”

“Yes.”

“Make sure you can always get the puck out of the net!”

~*~

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Helping A Friend



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Begging:

Heather called me last week. She wanted to invite me over for dinner on Saturday. Sure, I always love going to their house. Gary, her husband has no clue how bad my crush for Heather is. Of course, I would never do something that disrespected him. Heather told me that they needed to ask me something.

All week I anxiously waited, wanted to know what she wanted to ask. I've dreamed about a threesome with them. But I'm a kinky man! Do people really have threesomes? God, I hoped so. Well finally Saturday comes. I get ready and head over to Gary and Heather's house.

Heather answers the door wearing this flowery sundress. The dress showcased her body, her breast making the dress tight. Oh how I wanted to reach out and feel her breasts. Heather offers me a glass of wine. Wine is perfect. Has a great taste and is not over powering. We sit down and have a great meal. Heather is the perfect wife. Her house is perfect and when she cooks her food is mouth watering awesome. 

After dinner, Gary invites me to the sparsely furnished living room. Like most young couples they do not have a lot of furniture. The house payment is a little to steep for them. Heather joins us in ten minutes. She sits next to him; her skirt rides up giving me some great eye candy. 

Heather moves next to me, "Gary gets me all the time, I should sit next to you tonight."

Of course I don't mind, having this sexy women next to me. Her hand rests on my forearm. I'm torn on what to do. Is heather hitting on me? Gary is watching smiling. OK, they're setting me up, teasing me. This must be a joke to have heather tease me, get me hard, and the jokes on me.

Heather looks me in the eye, "Your so cute, we have to find a woman for you."

"Do I really need a woman, maybe I can borrow you?" 

Heather leans forward gives me a hug, Gary catches me looking down the top of her sundress, and we both smile. Gary walks over to us I'm not sure if he's upset. Heather takes Gary's hands, "Is the right time?" 

Gary looks at me, back to Heather, and then nods. 

Heather walks over to me and sits in my lap. She always likes to tease a little. In a serious voice she says, "Kevin, we have something very important to ask you. We need for you to feel comfortable with this situation and us. We pray that you will agree."

Well, that has my attention, what does she want?

"You see, we've wanted to start a family for years. We've been trying, but not very successful. We need your help."

"Sure, I'll do anything you need."

"I'm not sure you fully know what I mean."

"It doesn't matter, I'm there for you."

Gary comes over and sits next to me. "I don't think you understand. You see," he pauses for a second, "I have a low count and need a donor."

Oh, I get it now. This is a little embarrassing. Oh that white little cup.

Heather grabs my chin, "Wait, I know what your thinking and that is not what we mean. First, we don't have that much money so we can't pay you, and we can't afford the $17,000 for the invetro procedure." 

Gary reaches out and squeezes Heather's hand. "You see you might as well have some fun. Plus, it will save us a ton of money."

Oh that Gary. He is always worried about saving a dollar.

Heather squeezes his hand, "If you can help us out we can't express how grateful we would be. It was Gary's idea so he is very comfortable with this. When I'm most fertile, we need you to come over that night and help us."

Since the day I met her. Heather has a model body. She's so sexy and never acts like a bitch. Every now and then I get glimpses. When she wears a bikini, short shorts, or mini skirt. When we flirt those 34 C's nipples get hard, so how would she look nude in my bed?

"We have contracts from this web site. The contract relieves you out of any money issues."

Heather has this flirtatious way about her, which makes her very sexy. Now, I have Gary's blessing to enjoy her. I feel that there has been this sexual tension between us and now we can finally enjoy each other. One of the things I hate about being single, condoms. Have to be careful about stds and things. That is one reason why I haven't been laid in some time. It takes a lot of time to get to know someone now today, and then for us to get tested before sex. Also, testing takes the romance away. 

Gary is giving me permission to enjoy Heather and not to use any condoms. No, he is demanding that I don't use a condom and that I cum in her. Can I do this with Gary knowing? What if Gary wants to watch?

"Are you comfortable with us?" Heather wonders.

"Of course, wait that didn't come out right. Heather, I mean Gary, I've always found Heather sexy, but would never act on it."

"I know. She is sexy."

Heather reaches down, feels my hard cock, "Kevin, will you take me to my bed?"

Those words from her lips just made me rock hard. I must have looked a little perplexed. This must be hard for Gary, having us ask me this personal favor. Plus, he will be raising my child. Gary seems totally fine with all this, but I don't know all the details. 

Gary pipes in "In a way, tonight's my biggest fantasy. Most men have the fantasy of two women; well…I have the fantasy of us and another men. Kevin you're a stud. Heather gets to enjoy you, and I get to watch!" 

"This is pretty wild." Oh did I say that out loud?

Gary stands up, walks a little and turns towards me. "Kevin, I've known you for a long time. We're best of buds. First of all I have all the forms that relieve you of all legal issues. Second, I'm very comfortable with our decision. We needed to find someone who can help us, and someone we can trust. You are that person. Please help us."

"Gary, you want me to make love to Heather?"

"Dude, if you only know how much this means to us. I'm thirsty I'll get us some water." 

I feel Heather's arm on my shoulder and she whispers, "I've wanted to scream, take me into the bedroom and use me. No, no I can't say that, I'm a married woman. Can't disrespect my husband. Now I can have you in my bed. Take me to bed?" 

"Gary is really OK?" I'm going to have Heather and will not be using a condom. I'm going to take her, bed her, and have that body! She wants me to cum in her. Gary needs me to cum in his wife. 

"Yes very much so, do you know how long we have been talking about you in bed? He's wanted to watch me for some time, I've fantasies about you for even longer. Why put limits on ourselves, we love each other very much. We all friends so its easy for us to add a lover, and we chose you."

My hard on is not going away, having her whisper those words makes my face blush. It takes a lot for me to blush. But I'm aroused, next to the woman that I've wanted, and her husband needs me to impregnate his wife.

Gary returns with three glasses of water, "Since you are here, would you care to take a test run? Heather, why don't you start."

Heather stands, takes my hand and off we go to their bed. Gary opens the door for us. Heather walks in and then I do. Gary stands at the doorway. Heather looks at me, her hands go to my face, and she pulls me in for a kiss. Her soft lips tease my body.

She reaches back and unzips her dress and it falls to the floor. I break the kiss to look at her. She's wearing a black sheer bra. Her nipples are hard and begging for attention. Years of holding back my desire and right now I'm about to bed her. My body tingles having her so close. Our bodies touch, both on fire after years of teasing.

Nude, Heather lies down on the bed. Her legs open inviting me to her inner secret garden. Her arm floats up like a wave. She motions me to her. My eyes enjoy the last opportunity for my visual feast. This is happening so fast, my dream, my greatest fantasy is nude in front of me. I rip my clothes off my body, and join her. My hard cock points towards her soft wetness. Aching to crawl deep in her. 

Slowly I move over her sexy body. She is so sexy I don't want to close my eyes but I have to focus on the reason I'm where I am. Both Heather and Gary trust me to help them out. Having a trial run should be no issue. Then why do I feel so weird? It's because I have longed for this very moment for years and never approached either of them. Now they have approached me and I am about to make love to the sexiest woman on earth with her husband's permission!

I move between her long legs. She takes a deep breath, as I get closer to her wetness. Finally I'm there. I slowly begin to enter her, a little at a time as I am bigger then Gary. When I'm totally inside her I begin a slow motion. Now that this is coming true, I'm having a hard time not cumming to soon and embarrassing myself. 

Gary leaves the room for a second; Heather takes my ear in her mouth. She whispers, "I can't wait to feel you cum in me. I've long for this moment. For years when Gary fucked me, I would think of you. How your cock would feel in me." 

Focusing on the situation I start moving back and forth while Heather wraps her legs around me to pull me deeper into her. Both of us begin breathing harder and a few moans escape our throats. I try not to focus on Gary standing in the doorway watching us. My thrusts begin to be more deep and harder. I can sense Heather will be close to orgasm soon, as I am also. 

Then she whispers, "give me all you have, ever drop, make us a baby!" That's all it took for me to put forth all efforts and go even deeper with harder thrusts. I can feel my own orgasm building fast. Heather's moans become louder and her legs wrap even tighter around me. She's there, ready to cum with me. Faster and harder I thrust. Neither of us can wait anymore. 

In one final thrust Heather lets out a yell "Yes!" and we both have intense orgasms. While trying to catch our breath, Gary walks over. He leans down to his beautiful wife and gives her a kiss. Then offers us both some water which we both drink quickly. 

Gary is the first to speak, "Oh baby, you look so sexy."

I have to say she does. She's lying on her back and her legs open. Heather arms are down her side with her hands under her thighs. 

Next I see Gary move between Heather's legs. No he won't do that oh my Gary is going to. I just enjoyed his wife, came in her. He's slid his cock in her. Oh how erotic! How kinky to take your wife after another man. I wonder if she feels him, his little cock in her used pussy. I've wanted Heather for some time but I never thought Gary would have her right after I did.

With a couple quick jabs Gary tightens up. He pulls out and rolls over on the bed. He does not move and I'm sure he's cumming! He shots his load oh his belly. I just watched my friend jack himself off.

I look at Gary. He has the most wonderful smile on his face that assures me he is perfectly fine with what just happened. He looks at me and proudly says, "You are one hell of a man. I hope you make a baby that will make us proud we made this offer to you". 

"What are true friends for?"

"I don't think you'll have a problem with this statement, but we might need you more then once."

What can I say but "Sure!"

"I know Heather would enjoy us making a night of it. To be the center of attention between us."

Heather, "Oh now that sounds like fun!"

Gary turns to Heather, "Well I guess we have a date!"

Gary then invites me to spend the night. It's a little awkward but I decide to stay the night in their bed. It was erotic to sleep with Heather in her bed. Those details are for another story. 

The End. 

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Helping a Friend



I thought I would write in and talk about something that happened to me recently, because I certainly can't tell anyone!

I have a friend from college who I used to sleep with. I can't give her name, so let's call her Christine. She is chubby, with really huge tits. Everyone around her thought she was little miss innocent, but she was always extremely horny, and the kinkiest women I have ever slept with. We continued to sleep together off and on after college, but stopped when she married a guy from Jamaica, call him Joe. I once asked her if she continued doing all the kinky stuff with her husband, and she said the most that ever happened was he went down on her once in a while.

I would see the two of them once in a while, and about a year ago I took a job close to their house, and started coming by more. I came over for dinner a couple of times, sometimes even when Joe wasn't there, because he was working late. I asked Christine if it didn't bother Joe that I was over, and she said "To tell you the truth, he thinks you're gay."

"What?!" I said. "Why would he think that?"

"Maybe because most of my male friends are gay," she answered.

That was how things stood until one day Christine called me at work, sobbing. "You have to do me a favor," she pleaded.

"What's the matter, tell me what it is, and I'll do it," I said.

It turned out that she had been seeing another guy on the side, and Joe had found a used condom in their bedroom. Christine had told him that she had let me use their apartment to have sex with my gay lover over my lunch break. Could I just come in and back up her story? She would have her lover come in too, and we would tell Joe it was our condom.

I didn't want anyone thinking I was gay, but I didn't want Christine to get in trouble. I reluctantly agreed to come over that night.

Christine let me in. She whispered "It's ok, my lover is bi." She led me into the living room, where Joe was sitting on a chair and a tall guy, about 5 years younger than the rest of us, was sitting on the couch. I didn't find out till later that his name was Ray. I went over and sat next to him. He put his arm around me, said "Hi sweetie," and kissed me right on the lips! 

"Gross!" I thought, but I just smiled and said "Hi."

Joe was looking pretty angry. "Well? I'm waiting," he said.

"I'm sorry Joe," I said, "we didn't have a place in the neighborhood to meet up, and I was complaining to Christine, and she said we could use your place. We shouldn't have done it without your permission, and I'm sorry we left, uh, something behind."

"That is not what I am waiting for," said Joe angrily. I didn't know what he meant. "Come on," he said. "Prove to me that you are gay."

I looked at Christine in confusion. "Joe needs proof," she shrugged.

I still didn't really understand, and I looked at the guy sitting next to me. To my shock, he stood up and pulled down his pants. "I'll never turn down a blowjob from my number one cocksucker," he said. "Good thing I'm an exhibitionist!"

I looked from the stiffening cock inches from my face to Joe and Christine. "No way!" I said.

"So you're not gay?" shouted Joe.

"He's just shy to do it in front of us," said Christine.

"This is how he likes it," said Ray, and he whacked me across the face with his cock. "C'mon, suck it, you little slut!"

I looked over at Christine, begging me with her desperate eyes. "Shit!" I thought, and I closed my eyes and opened my mouth.

Ray stuck his cock right in my mouth and started pumping. "Oh yeah, fuck yeah," he said. "You've got such a hot little mouth. Suck it bitch!"

The guy's cock wasn't as fat as mine, but it was really long, I'd guess about 9 inches. He held my head with two hands and thrust it in and out of my mouth. Unlike licking pussy, there was basically no taste, but I was surprised how smooth the skin was. I kept going back and forth between thinking this was sort of interesting and being mad. If this guy was bi, why wasn't he sucking my cock? I didn't even know his name! Here was this guy, fucking my mouth, and I didn't even know his name!

"Do that thing where you lick the head!" he ordered me, so I pulled it out of my mouth with a slurp and licked furiously at the underside of the head of his cock. "Oh, fuck that feels good." Ray grinned at Joe. "You ought to try it! My pussyboy loves to suck cock. Yeah! Lick my balls you bitch!"

I licked at his tight balls and pumped his long cock with my hand. I have to admit, my other hand was rubbing my dick through my pants. Not that I am gay, but it was so damn dirty!

"Ready to get fucked, slut?"

"What?!" No way was I going to let that thing up my ass!

"That's when we use the condom," Ray explained to Joe and Christine, and I knew he had me.

I gave him a warning look, and said "Go easy, I'm still sore from last time." He put a condom on his dick and lubed it up with a tube from his pocket. Then he put some lube on his fingers and worked them up my ass. It hurt, but he started rubbing and it was doing something to my cock. I was hard as a rock!

"Does little missy want to get fucked?" he said. "Does my bitch want my big cock up her ass? Hmm?"

Damn, those fingers felt good! "Umm, yeah, fuck me. Slide your big cock up me," I said, and I wasn't really even putting it on for Joe.

I was kneeling on the couch, and he went around behind me, put one leg up on the couch and the other on the floor, and then I felt that knob pushing at my back door. He put a little more lube on it, and then he slid it in. "Ooooh yeah, uhhhh, ummm, oh, fuck me baby, fuck my ass!" I heard myself saying. He started slow, but sped up, pounding that long thing all the way up my ass. I had never had a feeling like that! The guy was grunting and groaning as he fucked my ass, and I was panting like a bitch in heat. I had forgot completely about Joe and Christine, until Joe suddenly appeared before me, wearing his shirt but no pants, and stuck his hard cock right in my open mouth!

I pulled my head back and looked at Christine. She had one hand pinching her nipples through her shirt, and another hand down her pants. "Go ahead, cockslut!" she called to me. "Suck my husband's big black dick!"

I put one hand on Joe's dick, it was really thick, and started pumping with my hand and mouth together. "Shit, now I even have to suck her husband's dick for her!" I thought, but I soon forgot about anything but the cock in my ass and the cock in my mouth. 

"Let's switch!" said Ray. They both pulled out. 

"Condom!" I managed to gasp out. Ray ripped his off and handed a new one to Joe, and he put it on and started fucking my ass. His cock was too thick, and it hurt a bit. I would have asked them to switch back but I couldn't because I had Ray's cock in my mouth. 

After a few minutes, Ray yelled "Here it comes, baby!" He pulled mostly back, so just his head was in my mouth, and held my head so I couldn't get away. I wouldn't have anyway. Then he started pumping cum into my mouth. I coughed, spraying cum on my chin and on his dick, but he was still shooting. When he finally pulled out, I had a huge mouthful of cum, and there was a strand of cum stretching from my mouth to his dick. 

I didn't know what to do with my mouthful of cum, but just then, Joe pulled out of my ass and ran around to my face, pulling the condom off as he ran. He stuck his dick in my open mouth, sending most of the cum down my throat. He grunted loudly, and also started to shoot. He was further in, and just shot down my throat. I swallowed as fast as I could. When Joe pulled out of my mouth, he was grinning. He and Ray high-fived. "Ok, you proved it," laughed Joe.

"What about me?" I whined. 

"Lie back, semen-breath," said Ray. I sat up on the couch and scrunched down a little. He wiped some of the cum off my chin with two fingers, and stuck them up my open ass. With the other hand, he pumped my cock, and leaned over and kissed me, fucking my mouth with his tongue. In about thirty seconds I shot my load all over my stomach. Ray licked it up, and then, holding his face about six inches over mine, let the cum drool out of his mouth into my mouth. "Damn, that bitch loves cum," said Ray, staring into my eyes.

I asked to use the shower, but Christine told me no. "Joe and I have something to do," she grinned wickedly, holding Joe's hand against her crotch. I wiped as much cum as I could off my face and got dressed. Ray and I left together, and walked arm and arm to the corner. 

Once we had turned the corner, Ray let go of my arm and turned to go. "Thanks for being my cock-whore," he said with a smile.

"Wait!" I said. I swear I was blushing. He stood and grinned at me. "Um, could you tell me your name?" I said. "And, um, give me your number?"



Helping a Friend



Brooke's about the hottest girl I know. She drips sex everywhere she goes. We're really good friends, but it's never gone further than that. Occasionally when she's drunk, she'll get a little flirty, but it never goes anywhere, much to my dismay. 

Brooke stands about 5'6", with shoulder length brown hair. She's got what I have always assumed are magnificant C-cup breasts. I hadn't ever seen them, but sometimes she's fond of wearing super low cut shirts with a pushup bra to show off her beautiful breasts. She has a slender waist with a sexy stomach and a nice round ass that always fills out her jeans in an ever-frustrating way.

We both like to go out to the bars to drink, and it always ends up the same way, with us stumbling to our respective homes after the bars close. Soemtimes I'll end up on her couch, but mostly it's seperate ways for the two of us at the end of the night.

One night we decide to go out and drink, and this night is for a purpose. She was expressing her frustration over her latest misfortunes with one of the guys she was dating. Of course I love hearing about this; some guy with a big dick and a nice set of abs turning into an asshole after a month and a half. I'd have to hear about how good a lay he was, which always pleased me to no end. 

So I gave her the obligatory pep talk, and off to the bars we went. She was decked out this night. In retrospect, I should have known she was planning something, even if it wasn't what actually occurred. She had on one of those tops that is tight and thin, cut low enough to show off the tops of her perfectly rounded breasts. She also decided to go with a short skirt, which was a change for her. Normally she's a tight jeans sort of girl, but this night she decided to give all the guys we may encounter a glimpse of her long tanned legs. I don't get to see her legs very often, so this was a special treat for me.

We went out, to a bar we didn't normally go to. This bar she wanted to go to had a dance floor and was super dark. I wasn't very enthusiastic about the prospect, but she emphasized that we were out to help her get over her man woes. Typically getting over her man woes meant going to one of the normal, every day no cover no dancing type bars and drinking until we could barely walk, acting rowdy and goofy, like kids basically. It was obvious she was thinking of something different this night.

We paid our cover and went in. We sat at the bar and drank awhile, talking and what not. I started making fun of the people at the bar we were at, which is what we'd normally do when surrounded by people that would go to this type of bar. But she actually started defending them. "You say that, but you're just sitting at the bar while they're on the dance floor, having a lot of fun. I wanna have some fuckin fun just once."

"Ok, sorry", I said, wondering where this new unrest was coming from. It wasn't like her. 

"You know what, I DO wanna have some fun, and I intend to do just that" she said, and walked off abruptly. She walked up to this guy that had been eyeing her earlier. Well, he was one of many guys who had been eyeing her ever since we had got there. He was about 6'3" with big arms and what I figure is a pretty boy face. Brooke had commented on how hot he was earlier.

I couldn't hear what was said when she approached him, but she looked a bit sheepish walking up to him. She said something and he smiled and laughed. He started talking, and she laughed more than he did. My stomach churned a bit as she became enthralled in him. She started up with all her classic flirts. She was touching his hand from time to time, laughing and touching herself on her chest, just above her right breast.

After a few minutes they went out on the dance floor and proceeded to dance. It was one of those raunchy R&B songs, with a mid tempo beat that seems to demand people grind against one another like animals. Brooke was a bit awkward at first, being new to this sort of thing, but after a few minutes she became more loose and started enjoying herself. 

When the song was over, she brought her guy over to where I was sitting, drinking my seventh or eighth beer in about an hour. She introduced me to him as her friend and told me his name was Bud or Travis or something equally inane. We talked for a bit, and Bud/Travis bought us a shot of top shelf whiskey, which would have endured me to him in other circumstances, but not after I'd already drunkenly decided I hated him. 

They went back out on the dance floor after a couple of shots and a handful of beers. We were all pretty well on our way to being smashed. They were showing it on the dance floor, too. She had her back against his front, grinding her round ass into his crotch. He had one hand on her beautifully flat stomach, just under the shirt. She didn't even seem to notice as it crept up ever so slightly, but I sure noticed. 

They continued to dance through the night, with occasional breaks to come have some drinks with me, sitting miserably alone at the bar. They quit dancing to drink 3 or four times after the first stop, and each time they went out on the floor, they were a bit more nasty. By the end, he had his hands all over her ass, on top of and finally below the skirt, showing off a beautiful ass with a black lacey thong. I almost forgot how miserable I was seeing such a beautiful sight, until I remembered the circumstances, after which I was still excited, but also angry.

When the bar closed, it was decided that the generic guy would be coming over to Brooke's place to hang out and have a few beers with us. My car was at her apartment, so it had been decided beforehand that I would go to her place afterwards and it'd be one of those crash on her couch nights. 

We hailed a cab, and almost immediately after the driver gets the address, Brooke and fratboy are making out. His hands slowly moved to her breasts, groping them through her shirt and bra. He gets pretty forceful, and she starts moaning softly. His hand moves slowly down her stomach to her legs, where he starts moving it under her skirt. She keeps her legs together at first, as if she's not sure she wants to go this far, or maybe she's aware of the fact that she's in the back seat of a cab with two other people bearing witness to her sluttiness. Either way, she finally submits, opening her legs just enough to let his hands go where they want to go. 

She moans again, this time a bit louder and more insistent. I can see the muscles in fratboy's forearms as he begins massaging her pussy. I notice the cab driver adjust his rear-view mirror and then move his hand down towards his crotch. He begins obviously massaging himself as Brooke and this meathead put on a show in his back seat. 

"Look, I think the cabbie thinks you're hot"

"Uh...Uh...mmmmmmm" is all that comes out of Brooke's mouth as a response. She shows that she doesn't care by opening her legs even wider, becoming fully spread in the back seat. In doing so she has one of her leg pushed up against me, and I can feel her hips as they start to move, gyrating in rhythm with the guy's hand. Then the frat guy makes his boldest move yet, reaching in with both hands and pulling off her panties. He sets them on his lap and gets back into fingering Brooke with renewed vigor. 

She begins making sounds like she's getting close to orgasm just as we approach her apartment building. The driver pulls into the parking lot and stops, but doesn't say anything because at this point fratguy is working her pussy over super hard. We sit in the cab for what feels like an eternity as he finger bangs her. After about thirty seconds of being parked, her back arches and Brooke lets out a bloodcurdling moan, grabbing my shirt as she is lifted out of the seat by the force of the orgasm. As the spasms rip through her body, she lets go of my shirt and places her hand on the inside of my thigh, squeezing and relaxing as she comes. 

When she's done, she looks around and says "Holy crap! That was good!" The frat guy pays the cabbie, and then tosses her sopping wet panties to him. "I bet you never got a tip like that before" he says, smirking.

I end up climbing the stairs behind them, and am afforded a view of her round ass and shaved pussy as he plays with it all the way up. Once inside, we all crack open beers and sit down. 

Once we're all sitting, they start making out again, complete with all the groping there was before. She starts to get up, mumbling something about going to the bedroom. He pulls her back down on the couch and says, "No, I think your buddy here deserves a show. He's had to put up with all our shit all night." He smirks at me, and I can tell he knows. He knows that I want her, and that I've always wanted her, but have never had her. 

He says, "Why don't you undo my belt and repay the favor I did you in the cab?" She smiles real big and moves her hands to his belt. She looks at me and gives me a look that says "This is weird. I hope you're okay with this, because it's happening." She gets his belt and pants undone and pulls his jeans open, revealing an eight inch penis, hovering right in her face. 

This moment feels almost frozen in time, moving so slowly I can take in all the details as they transpire. He's sitting a couple of feet away from me on the couch, with her on his other side. Her right hand moves to his prick, starting at the top and sliding down slowly. She looks him in the eyes submissively, obediently, and then her eyes move down to his large dick. Her head starts moving as her mouth opens. 

She places her mouth around his cock, stopping to suckle the end for just a second, and then swallows the whole thing. She starts moving her head up and down, working his cock over. I can see the spit on the side of his dick, and as she takes it out of her mouth, I can see a string of spittle running from her lips to the tip of his cock. She resumes sucking him off as his head tilts back and he moans.

At first he is content to let her go on her own, moving her mouth up and down gently on his prick. After a minute or so, he starts moving his hips up and down, slowly at first, and then faster. Brooke started to pull her mouth off because her rhythm was broken, but he put his hand on the back of her head and gently but firmly pushed down, forcing her head down on his cock. He kept his hand there, not letting her move, as he moved his hips up and down, faster and faster. He was fucking her face pretty fast when she forced her head up and began coughing.

I was about to say something at this point to defend her, seeing this as an opportunity to step in and stop all of this. But then I noticed that as she was coughing, she still had a hand on his dick, moving it up and down furiously. After a few seconds of coughing, she started sucking again.

"Oh no", he said, "I think it's time to move on to bigger and better things". He grabbed her by the hips and deftly spun her around as he moved himself off the couch. The result was that she was lying on the couch and he was on top of her with his knees on the floor. His hand moved once again between her legs, which were wide open. I could see her pussy, glistening wet, as frat guy started rubbing it again. "Still wet. I knew you were a slut."

Once again my male instincts wanted to kick in to protect her honor when I heard "I'm you're little fucking slut! I'm a fucking slut, and I want you to fuck me!" I couldn't believe it. It was about this time that I noticed the raging hard on I had gotten myself. Frustrated, I slowly touched myself.

Frat guy seemed to be satisfied with the state of Brooke's wet cunt and decided to move the situation along. He grabbed his cock and slowly began moving it up and down Brooke's pussy, sliding it between her pussy lips, but not pushing it in. That's when I realized he didn't have a condom on. 

Brooke has, as long as I've known her, been fanatical about protection. She's turned down sex with guys she thought was the hottest man on the planet because there was no condom available. She talks endlessly about fear of STD's, and more intensely about getting pregnant. I felt another urge to speak up, and this time I didn't have an immediate reason not to. "Wait, you don't have a condom", I said, trying to keep the desperate hopefulness out of my voice.

"I don't give a fuck about a fuckin condom" said the frat guy, smiling and still rubbing his cock up and down her wet pussy. 

"Wait, I've got some in my...", Brooke started to say, but stopped as frat guy shoved the entire length of his cock into her cunt. He pushed it in all the way to his pubic mound and kept it there for a moment's hesitation, and then pulled it out, leaving only the tip in.

"Oh Jesus", Brooke moaned as his huge penis rammed her, inhaling deeply and not seeming to care about anything other than what was going on inside her. 

"See, she doesn't care about a fuckin condom right now either", frat guy said, sneering. Brooke seemed to almost come to her senses for a split second, and then he rammed his giant dick inside her again, this time proceeding to fuck her hard and fast. 

She started moaning, and then talking very loudly. "Oh God fuck me fuck me fuck my pussy". I was staring aghast, having imagined her like this many times but never seeing it. Of course in my imagination I'm the one fucking her, so I was more than a little upset. As she talked more, I became aware once again of the rock hard dick in my own pants. I slowly started feeling myself, rubbing my own penis very slowly to the sounds of her moaning as she is fucked "Oh shit I'm a slut oh shit fuck my pussy oh shit I love your dick don't ever stop fuck me fuck me..."

Frat guy looks over at me and evidently notices me playing with my hardon through my pants. "Looks like your friend here is enjoying the show. Hey buddy, why don't you get in on some of this?" he says, and the pulls her shirt up and off, showing her delicious breasts clad in her black pushup bra. He pushes the bra up and says "Grab on to one of those. They look pretty good to me" and proceeds to start sucking on one of her nipples. 

At this point the alcohol and my libido are starting to overcome my own jealousies and prudishness. I look at Brooke, but her eyes are opening and closing, looking only at the frat guy pounding the shit out of her. I reluctantly reach over and touch the side of her breast. She seems to draw a breath in, so I move my entire hand around her perfectly round breast and begin to squeeze her nipple. 

She breathes in deeply and quickly and her back arches, so I take this as a good sign. I slowly begin to massage her breast, thinking about how long I've wanted to do this and accepting the terms within which I finally get what I want. She seems to get more excited, which seemed impossible up to this point.

Frat guy smiles more and pulls his dick out of her. She looks up at him, slightly unhappy but also in anticipation. He grabs her by the hips and stands her up, spinning her around as he does so. He moves her around so that she is now facing me as she stands on her knees on the couch, and he moves beind her. He pushes her head down gently and pushes his prick up into her once again. I know this has happened because I see her body tense up and hear her moan as she closes her eyes and opens her mouth.

As he starts gyrating into her from behind, he says, "I think your buddy there wants a little attention too. Why don't you give him a little loving?"

I'm shocked by what he says, but shocked more at what Brooke does. Her hands grab my pants legs and pull, as if to say "Get over here". I move closer to her and she begins undoing my belt. As her body is racked back and forth, she undoes my jeans and reaches into my shorts. As her hand moves down, I draw in a quick breath and hold it. I feel her small, soft hand reach into my underwear and slide around my already throbbing penis. 

As she pulls it out, I feel hornier than I've ever been, but also completely disappointed. I'd dreamed of this moment for a long time, but I never imagined it would come as she was being fucked as hard as she's ever been by a complete stranger.

Once she pulled it out, she started moving her hand up and down it, slowly rubbing it. Frat guy looks at this and says commandingly, "You need to suck that dick, you fucking slut. You are a slut, aren't you?"

"Jesus shit yes I'm a fucking whooooore" she said as she moaned in pleasure.

"Then put his dick in your mouth and suck him off while I'm fucking your slut pussy" he commanded. And she resonded in kind, putting her lips around my cock. She started moving her mouth up and down my dick in rhythm with frat guy as he pounded her from behind until he suddenly increased his pace to super fast. She kept her hand on my cock, but took it out of her mouth as she screamed. 

"I didn't tell you you stop sucking" he said, "Get back on that dick".

She put my dick back in her mouth, with the result being that she wasn't able to suck it, but instead held it in her mouth as she moaned and tried to suck it. It became very obvious that she was about to come again, because she got louder and more nasty. As she came, she stopped sucking my dick but started jacking it as fast as she was getting fucked. 

"Oh God I'm commmmmmmmmm..." her sentence stretched off as her body shook with the force of her second orgasm. 

"Holy shit I'm coming..." frat guy said, and then pushed his hips up as far as he could into her. He started moaning as he came inside her pussy, her hips swirling around as she knew he was coming. Brooke continued to jack me off as this was happening, and as I realized that frat guy was shooting his load straight into her beautiful pussy, I felt my own climax coming on. 

At this point Brooke's face was directly over my cock, and as she realized I was coming too, she swallowed the entire length of my penis, taking all of my milky white semen in her mouth. I continued to come in her mouth as frat guy finished himself off by moving his hips around, sliding his cock in and out of her well-used cunt.

Afterwards we had another beer in relative calm and quiet. We had some small talk, chatting about what was on tv, and then frat guy left, never to be seen again.



Helping a Friend



My friend Sam knew I was desperate for sex and knew on how much I wanted to experience some. I had just gotten hold of some toys, DVD's and lubricant and was enjoying pleasuring myself. One day she sent me a message saying for me to come up for the weekend and spend some "quality time" with her and her older husband, Peter.

Arriving at Sydney Airport, we greeted each other and was guided back to her and Peter's car. We made small chit chat on the way back to her place which wasn't all that far. Arriving there, we had a fantastic lunch and drink before Peter had to go out and do a couple of things, leaving Sam to help me unpack in the spare room.

"Did you bring anything with you?" She asked. 

"Yeah, a dildo, vibrator, lubricant." I replied getting them out of my suitcase to show her. It was only a 6 inch one of each, after all I had just started and was working my way up. 

"Hun, a 6 inch is fine but if you are going to suck Peter I better let you know he is a 8." Sam informed me. 

"Ok." I replied. 

"Don't worry, I will get him to be gentle." She assured me, giving me a hug from behind.

That night, once the dinner dishes were done, the event would happen. We all stripped off together, Sam laying me on the bed both of us moving to the top of the bed. Peter sat on the chair at the edge of the bed, stroking his erect penis. The only time he would come between us was to unload his semen into either of us, anally or orally. Sam on top, she soothed me down by her soft touch and her soft kisses. 

"Oh yes." I quietly sighed. 

As she reached towards my clit, she moved apart so Peter could see. 

"Keep going." He said. Sam knelt down and blowed in, nibbling on my clit. All of a sudden, I felt wet.

"That's it hun, let it flow. It's ok." She said. Each time cum was coming out I sort of gave a push and moaned.

"Oh yes...keep it flowing, that's it." She encouraged. 

All of a sudden it got too much for me. 

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" I cried out. 

"Hun, Peter is coming over. He is going to squirt his cum on your chest and I am going to lick it." Sam said.

"MMMMMMMMMMM OH BABY, LET IT FLOW." Peter groaned. 

I watched as Peter's cum fall on my breasts, Sam now licking it. Sam then went back to my clit, Peter now on his knees behind me, moving his penis forwards and backwards. My mouth was now licking his ass.

"Sam, vibrator please." I whispered. 

She leaned over, applied some lubricant on the vibrator, and slowly inserted it in me. She moved my hand from the side of me to the vibrator, taking her hand off it and grabbing the dildo and doing the same for herself, giving Peter double pleasure. 

With every pulsating urge from the vibrator I was breathing in rhythm. It was almost pant like as if you are in labour having a baby and waiting to push. 

"I'm ready." I announced meaning I was ready for Peter's penis. 

"Oral or anal?" He asked. 

"Oral." I replied. I sat at the edge of the bed, Peter standing in front of me, his 8 inches staring at me. I licked his penis to get the feel of it and slowly I took it in.

"MMMMMMUMMMMMMPH." I moaned as it was slowly sliding in. 

"That's it hun, you are getting there." Sam said but I wasn't listening. I was too consumed in Peter. 

"I'm ready to fire." He said looking down at me. I gave him the look to say, ready.

"OH GOD, SHE'S DOING IT! SHE'S DOING IT. CUM ON LET ME CUM MORE." Peter encouraged himself. Finally I could not take much more. 

Peter slowly took his penis out of me, Sam at the ready to take it from there on. Sam was on all fours so this gave me my chance. I was going to lick her from behind. About 10 minutes of sucking, licking, nibbling her ass, out she poured. She was cumming and so was Peter.

We all collapsed on the bed, panting trying to catch our breaths. Once I caught mine, I went over to Peter and sat between his legs, stroking his penis to make it erect. I kept on stroking it until I saw some cum squeeze out, which I liked. I nodded to Sam to lube me up, which she did, followed by a condom that Peter put on.

I laid on my back, closing my eyes waiting or it to happen. Peter on top of me, his hands beside my head and he slowly went in me. As he thrust, I thrust back grinding each other. He took his time working himself in me. 

"FUCK ME! RAM THAT COCK IN." I ordered him and with that, with one final thrust he was in me, all his wetness mixing with mine. Peter just kept on thrusting and jerking in me.

"...OH...GOD...YES!...YES...CUM IN ME...JACK AWAY..." I cried of relief. 

Peter kept pounding me for almost an hour before he gave up. The whole time, Sam massaging her breasts and fingering herself at the same time.

Peter needed to get some rest so Sam and I went into the bathroom and ran a bath. She had a great big bath. While we waited for it to fill up we stood there naked and just softly kissed each other. She helped me in the bath, she rested herself against the back of the bath, my back was faced towards her. 

"Thankyou." I said leaning my head by and kissing her on the lips. 

"Anytime." She smiled, her arms moving to the front of me and began soaping me down.

As we were about to get out of the bath, Peter came in. Sam and I looked at each other. We sat facing each other, our legs wrapped each others and we began sucking each others breasts.

As the water was getting cold, we got out of the bath, dried each other down, Peter still beating his penis and we fell asleep on the bed.

The following afternoon as I was leaving, Sam handed me a present. 

"Open it when you get home." She said hugging me.

When I got home, I discovered that the weekend was caught all on tape...better rush out and by a 8 inch vibrator now.



Helping a Friend



She moved to town about 6 months ago and I could tell she was not enjoying the new job or city. She had found a rewarding job right out of college, but the working life culture shock along with loneliness in the new city had taken the sparkle out of her big green eyes.

I first met her when she moved in next door. The giant box she was carrying appeared much too large and heavy for her small slender frame. I introduced myself and helped carry the larger items into her new apartment. Although I was in my late 30s, I had a strong athletic frame that made lifting heavy items a fairly easy task. I suppose the help I offered enabled me to be her first trusted friend in the area.

Since we both arrived home from work around the same time, we would often see each other in the parking lot and discuss the events of the day. It became such a regular event that I often felt a lack of closure on those days when I didn't chat with her. As months passed by, I witnessed her perky upbeat attitude turn more mellow. There was a sadness in her face and tone as she talked about her demanding boss and the older co-workers who refused to respect her opinions solely because of her youth. I tried numerous times to convince her that the co-workers were just jealous. 

After our evening chats, I could sometimes hear the later events of her evenings through the thin apartment walls. I could hear news reporters on her TV discussing the days events, I could hear the loud grunts and clangs of dumbells as she worked out, and I could hear her angelic voice singing. I heard these noises even on Friday and Saturday nights. It saddened me to think of her being alone so much, but the most I could do was invite her out with my friends. She came out with us a couple times, but I could tell she didn't enjoy watching sports with groups of men who were 15-20 yrs older than her.

As the months rolled by, our friendship had progressed from a neighborly level to more of a trusted friendship. It was about midnight when I heard her loud piercing scream next door. I jumped out of bed and ran over to her apartment with a baseball bat. I pushed on her ajar apartment door and saw a large man pushing her against the wall. I stormed in and incapacitated the intruder. 

We were up nearly all night as she tearfully retold the events to the police officers. Her hand remained wrapped tightly around mine up until the officers left. I slept on her couch that night in the hope that she would feel safe enough to get at least a couple hours of sleep before her big meeting the next day. 

I saw her in the parking lot the next day as she came home from work. When she say me, she ran over and hugged me tightly. I felt her supple breasts prop tightly against me as she rested her her head and beautiful wavy brown hair against my chest. She was tired, had a rough day, and craved the safety of the man who could protect her. I wrapped my arms around her and listened to her hushed sobs.

I led her upstairs to my apartment couch and held her until her tears slowed down. She was leaning against me in a half fetal position with her head resting against my chest. She must have been listening to my heart beat. Her low cut shirt was subtly outlining the gentle curve of her lightly tanned B cup breasts. Her shirt had raised slightly to reveal her smooth hips and tone stomach pressed up against me. I couldn't resist lowering my hands to her waist to feel that soft skin beneath my fingertips. Her tense body relaxed slightly as my warm hands slowly caressed the curves of her exposed skin. She raised her right knee up to rest on mine causing her skirt to rise and reveal muscular thighs wrapped around my own. I whispered "You're a good girl.. you're safe here" as her hand began to explore the ridges and valleys of my chest and arms. Tears were still welling in her eyes, but I knew she was beginning to feel better.

Feeling brave, I slowly found my way up her shirt to the base of her breasts. No bra. I could feel her hearbeat echoing under her hard nipples as I gently squeezed the juicy mounds. Her hand began to explore lower and lower on my body with an odd hesitancy and curiousity. I kissed her curly hair and asked if she had ever touched a penis before. She looked away, blushed, and said no. I took hold of her soft thin fingers and led her hand to my throbbing penis. My cock grew quickly with the guidance of her surprisingly strong grip. Her body shifted and her head descended into my lap. "Thank you for being here for me" she whispered as she closed her eyes and appeared lost in thought. I petted her hair and shoulders while waiting for her to awake from her internal dialogue of sadness. A few moments later, she opened the zipper of my pants, pulled my cock out, and began to suck. This wasn't blow-job type sucking, but rather as if the act of sucking was of comfort to her much like any other adult would suck on a pen when stressed. Nonetheless, my dick was enjoying every moment of it.

I don't know if she even noticed that I had pulled her shirt up to get a full look of her glorious youthful tits. I began pinching and tugging on the hard and pointed nipples. She finally acknowledged the play and pulled her head up. I was terrified she was upset and would leave me. Instead, she pulled her body up, lifted her leg and straddled me in my lap. She pulled her right nippled up towards my mouth and allowed me to suck. She kissed my head and allowed me to pinch, tug, and suck to my heart's desire. 

By now, my cock was at attention and needed to grind. I asked her if she was my good girl and she breathlessly answered "yes". I pulled her up, let her skirt drop to the floor, and pulled her shirt off. She shivered under the blower of the air conditioner and blushed upon realizing she was standing alone wearing only her red satin panty. 

I stood up, guided her head down to my cock and instructed her on how my little girl should thank her protector. "Suck it harder" i moaned. I pulled her head towards me until I heard a gurgle and gag from her sweet throat. She must have liked it because she grabbed my thighs tighter as I held her head tighter. "Open your throat.. let my dick in" I instructed. She was a fast and capable learner. Her mouth stretched to its limit and her eyes watered as my 9 inch cock penetrated her tiny mouth. She grabbed my hand and held it close to her chest as I pumped my cock into her.

I pulled her up, pulled her panty off, and instructed her to open her mouth. I stuffed the entire panty into her mouth and bent her over my knee. "My little girl needs a spanking for doing such dirty things with a man" I said. She let out muffled whimpers and cries with each spanking, but did not resist once. After 10 spankings, I propped her up on the couch doggie style. I needed to finally let my load out. My enormous cock was a tight fit in her clenched wet virginal cunt. I could tell every inch inward was painful for her, but she held her hips up high and allowed me to make a woman out of this scared girl. She moaned loudly and her pink fingernails dug deep into the couch fabric with every thrust. I pushed faster and harder listening to moans become louder and more anxious. With her hip in one hand and her swollen tit in the other, I felt her shudder in orgasm and her sweet ejaculate envelop around my dick. I thrust with all my might and dropped my load into her tight pussy.

I sat back on the cough and she crawled next to me and fell asleep in my arms.



Helping A Friend Against Her Will



Matt and I had been friends for years, since high school I guess. We had been through lots of good times and bad times together, but nothing will compare to what happened after he got his divorce.

Matt cheated on his wife, not headline news or anything, but he got caught. After a long and drawn-out divorce, he had become a different person. I didn't see much of him anymore, but occasionally we would meet for a drink or dinner. Matt would always choose the location, which seemed to be whatever seedy, run-down bar he was currently crawling into to hide his problems. The last time I saw Matt he had called me and asked if we could meet up. That evening over dinner, he informed me he was deep in debt from gambling and didn't know what he was going to do. After a few hours of conversation and catching up, I excused myself and went home. I remember thinking that I wished I had something I could do to help him.

I was surprised this afternoon. I had just walked in the door from work and seen the missed call on my cell phone. I listened to the voicemail, it was Matt, asking me to meet him at 9:00pm and he left an address. He said it was important that I meet him, and then he hung up the phone. He didn't sound like himself, but he had been a friend for a long time, so I decided to go. It was already 7:00pm when I got in the shower to get ready. I had looked up the address that Matt had left on the voicemail, and according to my GPS it was only 45 minutes away. I stopped to look in the mirror while toweling myself dry. I had never been a fan of my appearance, however I had been working out recently and had to admire the results. I am 5'0" tall, 130lbs, long light-brown hair with highlights of blonde, green eyes, big breasts. I stopped to play with my breasts for a moment, as I continued to dry myself off; I lay back on the bed. Using the mirror in front of me, I watched myself. I slid my hands down over my stomach, then to my thighs. I couldn't help myself, I was getting turned on. I started to play with my clit, then down to my tight little cunt. At 28 years old, I had had sex randomly, but my pussy was still very tight. I fingered myself for a moment, feeling how wet I had become. I could feel the orgasm building, getting warmer and more urgent inside of me, closer and closer. I looked at the clock and saw it was 8:30pm... shit. I was late. I stopped my play time and finished getting ready. I pulled on normal clothing, since I didn't know what type of place I was going to. I figured, If I should be dressed up, Matt should have told me. I took one fast glance in the mirror. I thought I looked pretty good, very short shorts, a low cut, white tank top that tied around my neck, and some flip flops. It was simple, but I still looked good. I was tan, silky-smooth legs, hair looked good... It made me want to finish what I had started earlier, but no time.

In the car, I punched the address into the GPS. While on the highway, out of curiosity, I hit the location button on the GPS and tried to see what the place was that I was going to. The GPS couldn't find anything. I searched the address on my phone, again nothing was found. Oh well, I thought. There is no telling what the hell Matt is up to this time. I noticed the scenery as I drove on and on, looking like I was headed out to the middle of nowhere. The few houses I did see looked vacant and run-down. I pulled into the drive that my GPS had brought me to.

It was a commuter parking lot, mainly empty, but with a few cars parked here and there. There wasn't a house or gas station in sight. I was in a parking lot, with dim street lights, surrounded by complete darkness. I started to notice the situation had become somewhat weird, when I noticed someone getting out of a black SUV parked behind me. It was Matt. I got out of my car and walked over to him. He didn't look good. He had a black eye and some bleeding around his lower lip. His clothes were torn and dirty. I immediately asked him, "what the hell happened to you, and why are we meeting here?" Just before he answered, someone else stepped out of the darkness.

I looked from the stranger to Matt's face, he looked scared. The stranger was dressed in black from head to toe; he even had a black ski mask on. Before I could do anything, before I could even think, the stranger pulled out a gun. He pointed the gun at Matt, and walked up to him. He held the gun to Matt's head, and then began to speak. "Your friend Matt has gotten into a great deal of trouble. He owes my boss a lot of money. In order to ensure that money is paid back, we have been watching Matt's every move for months. When we saw him meeting you for dinner last month we were very interested in you. When Matt didn't make the deadline, we made our decision. You see, one way or another... we are going to get what is owed to us." Just then, three more masked men walked out of the darkness, all dressed in black. They walked to me. I began to run, but was stopped by the sound of the gun, clicking to chamber a bullet, aimed straight to Matt's temple. The stranger spoke again, "that's a good girl. You are going to like tonight... or not, I don't really care. One thing is for sure, if you don't cooperate... Matt will die, and you will never be set free. We will own you, and do whatever we see fit with you, forever. If you do cooperate, both of you will be free. Depending on how well you cooperate, Matt may even be debt free."

Two of the men grabbed my arms, holding them behind my back. I was crying now, and completely in shock. I couldn't react, or struggle. The third masked man held out an opened bottle of water, but it didn't appear to be water in the bottle. "Drink it", he said. He held it to my lips, but I kept them closed tight. The stranger with the gun then slung his arm hard against Matt's face, hitting him with the gun, causing fresh blood from his nose. "Drink it now", the man repeated. I opened my mouth and swallowed the liquid. I could taste the chemicals in the water. The man kept pouring it into my mouth, so fast it ran down my cheeks before I could swallow it all. After the bottle was gone, I quickly felt strange. Everything got blurry, and the ground felt like it was moving. Then I was out.

I woke up, not having any idea how long I had been out. I was in a dark room, on a cold table. I was lying on my back. My hands were tied above my head, my legs tied into stirrups attached to the table. I was completely naked. My head had been secured to the table, and although I couldn't see it, I could feel something cold on my neck, like glass. I tried to move, even just an inch, but it was no use. I had ties around my ankles, my calves and my thighs holding my legs open and into the stirrups, spread wide. I even had a rope around my waist securing me flat to the table. The table wasn't long, just from my hands to my lower back, it felt as if my ass was not touching anything, but merely suspended by my legs. It was cold in here, and my nipples were extremely hard. I had no idea what had happened to me while I was unconscious. Did they rape me? I couldn't tell, but since nothing was hurting I assumed not. I laid there for what seemed like an hour.

Then the lights came on. I was naked on a table that seemed to span between two rooms. The first room contained my head and the upper portion of my arms tied to the table. There was an enormous glass window creating a partition through which the rest of my body was sticking through into another room. There had been a hole cut out and the table stretched into that room to allow my breasts and everything below them on the opposite side of the glass. I could now see the rope surrounding my legs in many places. My legs were spread as wide as they could go, almost painfully. 

In the room with my lower body I could saw what finally caused me to panic. The room was filled with dildos, cuffs, chains, butt plugs, suction devices, clamps... you name it. There were things in the room that I don't even know what they are used for. There were also three video cameras, one in the corner mounted to the wall, and two on tripods. All cameras had red blinking lights, so I knew they were on and recording. I tried to move again, but didn't get anywhere. I started to yell, whatever I could think to say.

The door to the room with my head opened and three men carrying a chair entered the room. Matt was then brought in at gunpoint, sat in the chair, and tied down and gagged. He tried to speak, and all I could make out was "I'm sorry." One of the men came to me and put a ball gag in my mouth, I assume to stop me from yelling. Then they left the room. 

About five minutes later, a door opened on the other side of the glass. A masked man entered, still dressed in black. He spoke, and I could hear it was the stranger from before. "I am going to get the party started, but you are in for a long night honey", he said. Matt, behind me on the chair, began to struggle. He didn't try that very long, realizing it was no use. The man grabbed what looked like small, clear tubes from a shelf. He placed one over my left nipple, and then attached a small black bulb. He then began squeezing the bulb, causing suction. I watched as my nipple sucked up into the tube, higher and higher. Just as I thought I couldn't take anymore, he stopped. He pressed a release button, detaching the bulb and leaving the tube sucked to my nipple. He repeated this on the right nipple, so that both my breasts were being sucked. Next, he started to touch me. He rubbed on my stomach, my legs, and slowly worked his way to my pussy. Without any warning, he shoved two fingers deep inside me. The man looked up at my face, and smiled through his mask. Matt began to scream, muffled into his gag. 

I knew why the man was smiling, and there was nothing I could do to hide it. I was soaking wet. My clit felt as if it were on fire. I could feel the raging urge inside my abdomen. I wanted to be used, hard... and even if I didn't want to, I didn't have a choice at this point. The man continued to finger my dripping wet cunt. He was very rough, fast and hard, but I liked it. The finger assault only lasted about thirty seconds and he stopped. The man turned and grabbed another clear tube, this time attaching it to my clit. He hooked the bulb to the tube and began sucking my clitoris. The pain and pleasure combined were excruciating. When he stopped, I could see my clit pulled inches into the tube. I could feel it throbbing, aching to be touched. I rolled my eyes as far as I could to look back at Matt, he had his eyes closed tight, trying not to see what was being done. 

The man turned around again. When he came back, in his hand was a black round item with another bulb attached to the end. With no warning, he shoved it into my pussy. He moved it around, sticking it deep in. He then pulled it out and placed it to my asshole. I realized now, he was only lubing it up with my cunt juices. I started to wiggle and scream out in protest, but once again, it was no use. This time slowly, he worked the device into my ass. Pumping my hole back and forth, until I could feel the entire ball go in. He then began pumping the ball, making it bigger and bigger. I could feel the pressure and pain as the expanding ball inside my ass got to an unbearable size. He soon stopped and detached the bulb, leaving the ball in my ass.

My nipples were aching, pink and swollen into the tubes. My clit felt like it was going to explode. Now, I had a huge ball inside my ass. The man walked away and came back with a dildo, not to big, about average size. He slowly started working it into my cunt, back and forth. It felt amazing. My muscles were tensing up, and the orgasm was building inside of me. If I weren't tied down, I believe I would have been rocking against him, begging him to fuck me. Deeper and faster he shoved the dildo in me, and I could now hear how wet I was. I felt embarrassed that I was enjoying this treatment. I didn't want Matt to see me ready to cum while being violated like this. I looked back again and his eyes were wide open. I could see the crotch of his pants and the outline of his dick. He was hard as a rock. Then, the man stopped. He withdrew the dildo and left the table, leaving me disappointed. The fear inside me was clouded by excitement. I was so eager to cum, and at this point I didn't care. I continued to lay there, naked, tied, gagged, with tubes sucking my clit and my nipples, and a plug in my ass. 

Ten or maybe twenty minutes had gone by when the man returned. This time he was wheeling a cart into the room with something on the top of it, covered in a sheet. Another man entered the room behind him. This man also had a mask on. The man, who I believe to be the original stranger and the leader of the operation, spoke to the other masked man. "You know what to do, no mercy. I want you to change it out every time she has an orgasm like we talked about. Oh, and don't worry... she is enjoying this, so you should have no trouble telling when she has an orgasm." With that, the leader left the room. The remaining masked man started doing something with the thing on the cart. He had his back turned to me, so I couldn't see what it was or what he was doing. After a minute, he started wheeling the cart up to my table and putting it in position between my legs. He locked the breaks on the cart. Then he removed the sheet. On the cart was a machine. The machine was big, with three different hydraulic pumps and what looked like a remote control. Each pump had a long shaft attached to it, and on the end of each shaft was a skinny black rod. The man got the machine into position, with the black rod at the end of one pole about an inch from my pussy. He then went back to the shelf and got a large dildo, it looked every bit of eight inches and thick. Next, he brought the dildo over and slid it onto the black rod, putting it in place to fuck me. The machine was moved closer and the rod was slid into my cunt. I felt completely filled up. I could feel the pressure of the dildo as it pushed on the ball in my ass. The man then turned the machine on using the remote control. It began to move the dildo in and out of my pussy very slowly. 

As this was going on, the man turned back to the shelf and returned with some rope. He began to slowly tie rope to each one of the suction cups on my nipples. He then ran the rope through a metal loop on the celing and then down to the suction cup on my clit. He tied the rope to the cup on my clit and then pulled the rope tight. My tits were now stretched up off my body and into the air as far as they could go. My clit felt like it was being ripped off. I was now so very wet and excited that I was aching for an orgasm.

The man returned to the remote control. He pressed a few buttons and the whole machine started moving. The machine was still fucking me, however now the pump started turning slowly on a different axis, causing it to move the dildo in circles inside my cunt as well as in and out. This was all it took, and I began to cum. I writhed and jerked all I could, moaning into the gag in my mouth. I could feel the cum dripping out of my cunt and running down to my asshole. I looked back at Matt. He was still watching, and there was a wet stain on the crotch of his pants.

The man stopped the machine and moved it out of me. He then turned to the shelf and grabbed a bigger dildo. This one was black, about 9 inches long and very thick. He replaced the previous one with the new, bigger one, and then moved the machine back into place with the enormous cock in my pussy. He turned the machine on, but faster this time. This felt completely amazing. I had never had a cock so big, and I could feel it stretch my cunt open with every hard thrust. As I was being thoroughly fucked, the man hooked the bulb back to the end of the ball in my ass, and removed the air. He then withdrew it from my ass. Next he untied the rope from my nipples and clit suction tubes, and removed the tube on my clit. The rope, now only connected to my nipple tubes, was then ran through the loop on the ceiling and connected to a metal weight, maintaining the constant pulling tension on my tits. 

My clit, still bulging and swollen was now his play toy. The huge dildo-fucking machine had me almost to orgasm all by itself, but the man made it so much worse. He spread my cunt open with one hand and with the other he was now tugging on his own cock. He squeezed my clit between his fingers and rolled it around. I began to cum again. My body was writhing and convulsing on the huge dick inside me, harder and harder. The man didn't stop the machine this time, he just kept going.

My clit, so very sensitive after the suction and recent orgasm, was still being fingered and teased. The man's erection was huge and bulging. I knew it wouldn't be much more before he would cum. I looked at Matt, his penis was hard again. The man then stopped playing with my clit and climbed up on the table in one fast motion. He pressed the head of his hard dick up against my clit, and moved it in circles. He then gave a few more tugs to himself. He used one hand to spread my pussy lips apart as far as he could while I was being fucked by the machine. Then, he came on my pussy, directly on my clit. Warm cum ran from my clit down to the dildo machine in my hole. The man un-mounted me and put his dick away. 

Then he stopped the machine. He went to the shelf and got another dildo, this one was the same as the one already in me. The man pulled some levers and pushed some buttons on the machine, moving another pump directly on top of the one that was currently in me. He placed the dildo onto the end of the rod, and moved it into position. Using my pussy juices and his own cum, he lubed the end of the cock, then slid it into my already filled pussy. The pain was unimaginable. I now had two, very large dicks inside one hole. 

The man turned the machine on, slowly at first, then up to a faster and harder speed then before. The dicks seemed to be on alternate patterns, one thrusting in while the other pulled back. Both dicks were ramming deep inside of me, harder and harder. It began to not hurt as bad after a while. The man then went to the shelf again and this time returned with a vibrator. He turned it on and put it right on my clit. He then used the rope covering my abdomen to hold it in place. This was getting me hot again.

Two different dicks in my pussy, and my clit being vibrated was enough for me to go insane. The man watched for a moment, then turned the fucking machine to high speed. The dicks were fucking me so hard I felt like they would break through the other side. I had cum everywhere down there and I could hear it splattering with each thrust. The man also turned the vibrator on high, then he left the room.

I began quivering all over with orgasms, again and again. After each orgasm, my clit became so sensitive that I thought I would explode, but it just kept going. Matt was still watching me from behind, and had flooded his pants with cum again. Just when I thought I could cum no more, another man entered the room. 

This one was shorter than the other two, but a stocky build. He shut the machines off. The man moved the third hydraulic ram into place and shoved it deep in my asshole. The cum that had ran all over my ass again and again made the toy enter much easier, but it still hurt. The combination of all three cocks made my bottom half feel like it was going to tear apart. He turned the machines on the highest setting yet. They were racing so fast it sounded like a machine gun. He left the vibrator off, so I all of my focus was on the three cocks pounding into me without mercy, all three on different rhythms. 

While the pounding continued, the man untied my breasts and removed the nipple tubes. He massaged my nipples slowly at first, but then harder and harder. Finally he leaned down and bit the engorged, swollen tit. The man's phone rang. He answered it quickly, listened and then said, "I understand." The man hung up the phone and turned the machines off. He then took them out of my swollen and dripping cunt and ass.




Helping A Friend Against Her Will



The man stood and looked at me for a few moments, as if waiting for something. The door opened and the room filled with men. Matt began to yell out muffled into his gag once more. I looked back at him and his eyes were huge with impending danger, he was struggling against his ties. The leader came closer to me and spoke. "Matt owes us $13,000 dollars, and a good hooker around here is about $1000. So, you do the math, we are going to fuck our money out of you." I looked around the room; there were now 13 men without pants, still masked. All of the men had huge cocks, and were stroking them while looking at my helpless and worn-out body. 

Some of the men were black, some were white. The leader took his pants off and pulled his cock out. He moved over my pussy and stopped, "Oh yeah, I forgot to mention...we are all going to fill you with cum. One after the other will seed in you, me being the first," he said with a smile. Matt soon began sobbing behind me, but his cock was hard again. With that said, the leader shoved his cock in, balls deep. He fucked me hard and fast for about two minutes, all the others cheering him on. Then the others started getting closer, grabbing my titties and rubbing my clit. They started jacking off onto me, sending hot cum onto my tits and face. The leader started pumping faster and then slammed in hard and deep, shooting his cum inside of my cunt. He waited a minute for all of his seed to drain into me, then he withdrew and said, "Okay boys, have fun, get my money's worth!" 

The 12 other men gathered around and began taking turns fucking my creamed pussy. Each one harder than the next and being cheered on by the crowd. They all took turns cumming inside of me. The sensation of that much spunk being sprayed into my womb made me cum as well. I couldn't take anymore. I passed out. 

When I woke up, they were still fucking me. One guy said, "hey the bitch is awake! Let's make her scream so she won't fall asleep again." With that the man fucking me stopped. They untied my hands and legs one at a time. My hands were forced behind my back and tied again, while my legs were lose. Then one giant black man with the biggest dick I have ever seen got up on the table. The other men lifted me up onto him, facing in the reverse-cowgirl position. He shoved his cock in my ass hard and began pumping like a rabbit. Two other men got up on the table and started fucking my pussy... just like the machine had earlier. Then, the man fucking my ass pulled out and forced his dick in my already full vagina. Three cocks in my pussy. I thought I would die from the pain, but the sensation and the thought of three men being inside my cunt at once made me cum again.

Each of the men took their turns in positions, either fucking me in my ass, pussy, or jacking onto me. Soon they tied me back to the table with my legs in the stirrups again. They all took one final turn pumping my cunt full of cum, and left.

I was covered head to toe in cum from all of the men. It was running out of me like a fountain. Soon the door to Matt's room opened and he was untied and walked out. Then they entered my room and took the gag out of Matt's mouth. The leader entered and held a gun to Matt's head. The leader said, "Now we teach you a lesson. This part is just for our enjoyment. I know you have been sitting in there cumming your pants all night long... now you get to clean her up. You are going to eat all the cum from that cunt" Matt's face was forced to my aching cunt. He began to lick and eat the cum from my hole. I can't lie, it felt pretty good. The leader said, "Oh yeah... you clean up the ass as well." Matt continued licking and sucking my clit and pussy clean, then cleaned my ass of cum as well. I came again while he was cleaning me, to my embarrassment. 

Finally the leader said, "Alright, you have paid your debt. You and the bitch can go. Just remember what will happen if you cross us again." The man then spoke to me, "you have made a great movie for us tonight. If you ever tell anyone about this, I will post it up on every internet site known to man." 

The men left and Matt cut me free so we could leave. I should be happy that he is safe and so am I, and relieved that I wasn't hurt... but all I could think was, "Damn, I hope he borrows some more money soon." 



Helping A Friend Ch. 01



This is a separate story series about some people I have known all my life, and is not connected to any other stories. 




 I was sat in my friend's living room one Saturday afternoon, staring into my coffee in total shock and disbelief. I had absolutely no idea what to say, I don't think anything she could have said would have surprised me more. I looked up at her with a shocked look on my face and my jaw just about touching the floor, to see her looking, kind of hopefully, at me. 

 I had known Casey pretty much my whole life, we had been really good friends in our teens and had even dated for a while but we concluded we were better off as friends. That was a long time ago, we had both moved on and she was married now. We were close and didn't consider each other 'exes', just good friends. There was nothing romantic between us but I did still fantasise about her a lot. I think it was a combination of wanting what I couldn't have (typical) and her 'good girl' persona. 

 She had always been a bit naive and innocent, and didn't want to have sex until she was married. She was quite inexperienced, I knew she had had a few boyfriends and I suspected a few of them had got their hands in her knickers but I don't think it went much further than that. It was kind of adorable in a way, she never swore and didn't like to use dirty words so she was shy about mentioning sex and she referred to my penis as my 'thing'. 

 She seemed almost embarrassed for me to see her naked even though she had a killer body. She was tall and slim and didn't have an ounce of fat on her. She had long, dirty blond hair and tiny boobs, and a sweet, innocent face. When we were dating, we were restricted to fingering and hand jobs for a long time. I eventually convinced her to let me go down on her, which she admitted she loved, and she let me do it a few more times. Then, on just one occasion, after a party when we were both pretty drunk, she agreed to blow me. It wasn't really a blowjob, it was a hand job with a bit of licking but she was doing it for me so I appreciated it. She didn't have a problem with cum though and I remembered how we used to lay next to each other and she would wank my cock until my cum splashed all over her naked body. 

 Anyway, back to today, she had asked me over for coffee while her husband was at work. He was a nice guy but worked ridiculous hours so I hardly ever saw him, although neither did she by all accounts. It wasn't unusual for me to go round for a chat, I knew they were having a few problems because he was never at home and I figured she just wanted to talk, like normal. This time though she started talking about how she was fed up and all the usual stuff and then she just blurted out "I'm going crazy, we haven't been together in two months." 

 This was new, she had never discussed her sex life with me, even when we were dating she didn't really like to talk about physical stuff out loud. That wasn't even the part that shocked me though, what made my jaw drop was she went on to explain that her sister, Hannah, and Hannah's husband James, belonged to a swingers club and that they had been trying to talk her into going along with them. That alone was enough to make me choke on my coffee, Hannah, the girl I'd known since we were kids, was a swinger! Apparently, Casey had told Hannah that Dom almost never touched her these days and that she was starved of physical contact, and Hannah had suggested she come along to a swingers night to see what it was all about. 

 I couldn't believe my ears at this point, I sat there dumbfounded, trying to take in what I was being told. She went on to explain that she was considering going along and wanted my help. She quickly realised how that sounded and clarified that she didn't think anything could ever happen between us because we had a history and she didn't want to ruin our friendship. However, the swingers club (for obvious reasons) was couples only and she felt that I would be the best person to escort her. She reassured me that this was just to see what goes on, it's not like she planned on swinging, she just wanted a bit of excitement. 

 What happened next was a bit of a blur, I went through the rest of the day in a daze until I found myself in a car, accompanying Casey, Hannah, and James on their way to a party. I didn't even remember agreeing to this, I think it was such a shock to the system, I was having trouble processing what was happening. We pulled up at a huge mansion house in the country, not too far from the town where Casey and Hannah lived. It seemed to be a fairly smart affair, Casey was wearing dark trousers that hugged her tiny arse, and a dark blouse. Hannah had a short black dress on showing off her long smooth legs. 

 When we entered the house, we were greeted by a young woman who excitedly hugged Hannah and James, and then introduced herself as our host, Alison. She was younger than I expected, she looked to be in her mid-thirties. She was average height with a curvy figure and bright blonde hair, and was dressed in an expensive looking dark blue dress. She had a huge smile spread across her face as she told us she had been looking forward to meeting us and that Hannah had 'told her all about us'. I didn't know if I was being introduced as Casey's husband or what, so I just smiled and went along with it. 

 We got a drink and started to walk around and I estimated there were around thirty or forty people there, just drinking and chatting. It was odd, at that point it could have been any normal party, except for the fact that Casey was anxiously stuck at my side, not really sure what to do. There were plenty of very attractive women and some of the guys seemed cool too so I relaxed a bit and actually started to have a good time. 

I had no idea how this whole thing was supposed to work but, as it turned out, there really wasn't any kind of structure to it, later in the evening, people just started getting a bit physical with each other, like teenagers hooking up at a party. 

 Casey seemed nervous, but excited at the same time, she kept discreetly pointing out people in various states of undress. By this time, Hannah and James had walked off and Casey and I were alone, just walking around. There were a few rooms with closed doors but Hannah had told us that people who chose not to go to a private room were generally happy to be watched. Eventually we came across a few people standing around watching something, and as we found a space in the crowd, we saw what they were looking at. Our host, Alison, was sat on the sofa in the middle of the room with her dress now down around her waist and her pert, round tits sitting proudly on her chest. She was bobbing her head back and forth as her husband stood in front of her, thrusting his cock into her mouth. 

 "Oh wow!" Casey said in a loud whisper, "she's actually sucking his thing right here in front of everyone." She grabbed my hand as she stood there transfixed, watching Alison slobber on her husband's dick. As she did so, a cute little blonde we had met earlier, Ruth, sat down next to Alison on the sofa as her fiancée Ian stood nearby. As we watched, Alison's husband Clark slowly pulled his cock out of her mouth and stepped to his right where Ruth grabbed it and looked up at him as she slid it between her lips. Ian then quickly moved in to replace Clark and Alison smiled up at him and giggled sweetly as she took hold of his cock and shoved it into her mouth. 

 Casey gasped loudly and squeezed my arm tightly as we watched these two women blowing each other's partners. I decided this was my chance to test where I stood in this situation so I slowly slid my hand down Casey's back and ran it over her tight little arse. She ignored it for a minute until I gave it a squeeze, then she leaned in and gently whispered "what are you doing?" 

"What? Oh sorry, I wasn't paying attention" I said, making out like I hadn't done it on purpose. 

"Look I really appreciate you coming but I don't want to ruin our friendship" she whispered. "I don't mind you touching me, just as long as we're on the same page." 

 I can't say I wasn't disappointed but I didn't really have time to react. Our attention was sharply drawn back to the scene in front of us as Ruth let Clark's dick slip from her mouth and stood up. Clark took her seat on the sofa as she stood in front of him and hurriedly unfastened her trousers and pulled them down her legs. She didn't appear to be wearing any underwear; she just stepped out of her trousers, spread her legs wide and sat back down on Clarks lap. He held his cock in position and they both groaned loudly as he thrust it up inside her and wrapped his arms around her body. I moved my hand back down to Casey's arse and squeezed the soft flesh as we watched Alison pull off Ian's cock and give it a tug while she smiled up at him. Without a word, she got up, turned around, and pulled the bottom of her dress up over her waist as she knelt on the sofa with her elbows resting on the back. Ian stepped closer, reached up to grab the waist band of her black panties, and slid them down around her thighs. He then lined his dick up behind her and pushed his hips forward, forcing himself into her pussy. 

 To my surprise, I felt Casey slide a hand down over the front of my trousers and I jumped as I realised, for the first time, that I was rock hard. She gently traced the outline of the bulge in my trousers as we watched these two couples fucking in front of us. I don't know how long we were watching but eventually, Ruth, who had turned to face Clark, began to ride his cock faster and moan louder. She was naked from the waist down but still had a tight long sleeved top covering her tiny breasts. As she slammed her hips into his, she started almost screaming "come on Clark give it to me, I want to feel you cum inside me, fill me up." With a loud grunt, Clark pulled her body tight to his and thrust his hips upwards as he unloaded his cum into her. 

 There was a small round of applause from the onlookers and they both stayed where they were to watch until Ian pulled his cock out of Alison's pussy and stood back. She jumped around back onto the sofa and took his cock back into her mouth, sucking noisily. Within seconds, Ian was grunting and holding her head in place as he shot his load into her mouth. She swallowed as she continued sucking him until he had finished cumming, and then she licked him clean. 

 I think Casey and I were both a bit shocked at what we had seen and we drifted away in a bit of a daze. We spent the rest of the evening wandering around watching various people fuck each other and so on. It was like a sensory overload watching so much live action right in front of me. Despite what Casey had said, she continued to let me fondle her bum so I was hopeful that eventually she might warm up to the idea of letting me go a bit further. I couldn't wait to see her sexy naked body again. 

 Towards the end of the evening, we were upstairs and had gathered with a few people who were watching a hot brunette on her back on a bed, getting fucked by a guy stood between her legs. When I saw the guy pull his cock out and move to the side to be replaced by another guy, I moved closer to get a better view and left Casey a couple of feet behind me. I don't know how long we were stood watching but it was long enough for several guys to have a turn fucking this young woman. None of them came; they were just rotating around taking it in turns to slam their dicks into her as her large breasts wobbled around on her chest. 

 When I eventually looked back, my eyes nearly popped out of my head. Casey had her trousers and her panties pulled down around her thighs and a guy I didn't know was stood next to her with his hand between her legs, thrusting a finger up into her pussy. He was totally naked and Casey was furiously wanking his hard cock up and down as they kissed. I didn't know how to react, she had said that she just wanted to be a spectator here so I wasn't expecting her to do anything, especially not with a stranger. I forgot about the other show and watched, frozen to the spot as they continued to masturbate each other. From what I could see, it looked like Casey still had a nice full bush of dark hair covering her pussy. It wasn't too much but it always used to turn me on how wet it got when I played with her pussy. 

 As the guy sped up his hand movements, Casey pulled away from him and gasped "ah yes, I'm there, I'm there." Her hips began to spasm slightly and her body shook as she had an intense orgasm. She kissed the guy again and then looked into his eyes as she said "thank you, that was amazing." Then, flashing a glance downward she asked "are you gonna go too?" 

With a gentle smile he replied "that's okay, I'm saving it for my wife." With a nod, he gestured towards the bed and I realised that he was the husband of the woman pulling a train on the bed a few feet away from us. 

 Casey slowed her stroking and gently tugged on his dick for a few more minutes while absently running a finger through the soft hair covering her own wet pussy. When the guy who was currently fucking the woman on the bed pulled out and moved away, she looked over to her husband and gestured to him so he excused himself and walked over to join her. When he reached her, he firmly flipped her over on to her front, with her legs hanging down to the floor and her arse presented to him on the edge of the bed. He plunged his cock into her from behind and began fucking her fiercely. Within about a minute, he pulled his cock out of her and furiously wanked it as it began to erupt a torrent of cum all over her back and her arse. She squealed with delight as he grunted and squeezed out the last of his spunk. 

 As soon as he had finished, one of the other guys that had been taking turns with this woman moved in to replace him and slipped his cock inside her from behind. He also banged away for a minute before pulling out and shooting a huge load of cum up her back and over her arse. In quick succession, I counted four other guys that had been part of the rotation step up, thrust into her a few times, and then spray their loads all over her. By the time they had finished, her back and arse, all the way down to the tops of her thighs was covered in the sticky white mess. As she moved her head, I could see that some of it had even splashed up into her hair. She was smiling as she got up and rubbed her hands over her arse cheeks, covering them in cum. 

 Again, a little shocked at such a bizarre new experience, Casey and I drifted off in silence with Casey slowly pulling her panties and trousers back up. We ran into Hannah and James and agreed we were ready to go. They had been in a private room for most of the night and Hannah was looking a bit dishevelled. Her hair was a mess and I could see a few white patches on the front of her dress. She was also a bit unsteady on her feet and I found myself wondering how many guys had been inside her little pussy that night. 

 In the following days, Casey told me she definitely wanted to go back the next month, and said that she didn't know what had gotten into her. She hadn't planned on letting a stranger finger her, she just got so hot watching everything and it just happened. She reiterated that she just wanted to experience what has going on so she maybe had something to fantasise about at home. She was very enthusiastic about going along again the next month, so I agreed to join her again. 

 I was much more relaxed this time and probably drank a little bit more than I should as we walked around admiring all the semi naked people. Casey was looking amazing in a black dress that was tight around the torso but a little bit flared around the skirt. She had on skin coloured stockings and tall black boots that made her look elegant, but also sexy as hell. 

 We had been there a while and were in a small, quiet seating area chatting to a couple called Jo and Walt. Jo was a very sexy young girl with dark hair and pale skin. She was slim, with a tight arse and bigger breasts than I would expect for her frame. I don't know what she was wearing when they arrived but she was now down to just her black bra and matching French knickers, and Walt was in just his boxers, but they were just chatting casually like this was normal. We were getting on well with these two when suddenly, Jo leaned in and planted her lips firmly on mine. 

 She took me totally by surprise so I just kissed her back as she moved to straddle my hips and sat down on my lap. She continued kissing me for a while and then ran her hand over the growing bulge in my trousers. I responded by grabbing her firm arse and squeezing it, eventually slipping a hand inside her knickers to feel her soft flesh. I don't know how long we were kissing for but she began grinding her hips against me, dry humping me until she broke off the kiss and excitedly moved down my body. 

 I wasn't expecting this at all but I didn't argue, I just stared into her eyes as she knelt between my legs and started to unbutton my trousers. She pulled them open and quickly fished my cock out of the open fly of my boxers. It was rock hard and she ran her hand up and down the length a couple of times before engulfing it in her mouth. I couldn't take my eyes off her as she took it back out and licked all the way up and down my shaft, occasionally moving to take one of my balls into her mouth. I was in another world, lost in the pleasure of this hotty sucking my dick as I looked around, until I was snapped back to reality when I realised what I was looking at. 

 Casey had taken her dress off and was left in an orange bra and matching orange panties with her hold up stockings and boots still on. She was knelt between Walt's legs frantically bobbing her mouth up and down on his dick. My own dick jumped in Jo's mouth at the sight of this innocent married woman furiously sucking a stranger's cock into her mouth. I didn't know whether to be shocked or jealous or what, but I sat bolt upright and Jo pulled my prick out of her mouth to see what was going on. She rose up to sit on my lap again as we both watched Walt put a hand on Casey's head and start to control her movements, gently fucking her face. 

 She looked so sexy but so slutty at the same time, I thought I was going to cum right there without Jo even touching me. I had to take my mind off it so I wrapped an arm around Jo, and stood and turned, dropping her gently down on the sofa. I grabbed the waistband of her knickers and slid them down her legs so she could step out of one side, then I quickly spread her legs and buried my head between them. Her pussy tasted sweet and she was clearly turned, on so I licked all around the lips of her pussy before pushing my tongue up into her. She giggled and squirmed around, pushing her hips against my face. As I continued licking her, she got more and more turned on until she ran a hand through my hair and gripped it tight, pressing my face harder into her pussy. Eventually, she gripped my head between her soft thighs, held me in place and came, releasing a small squirt of pussy juice over my face. 

 When she finally relaxed her grip and let my head go, I dropped her left thigh to my shoulder and spotted something in my peripheral vision. Glancing to the side, I saw a black boot in the air with a piece of orange cloth hanging from it. As I turned, my breath caught in my throat as I took in the scene before me. Casey was lying back on the sofa with her legs spread wide and held in the air by Walt, who was stood between them, feeding his cock into her pussy. Her face was contorted in a look of pure pleasure as he pushed inside her, and then pulled out a bit to push back in. She still had her bra on as well as her stockings and boots, and her lacy panties were hanging from one leg.




Helping A Friend Ch. 01



I couldn't believe my eyes; Casey had insisted she wasn't here to have sex with anyone. The scene was so erotic though, it looked as though she was so desperate to get fucked that she didn't even have time to undress properly, she had simply pulled her panties off one leg and let Walt bury himself inside her. I couldn't decide if I was horrified or turned on by what I was seeing but I don't think my dick had ever been so hard. Casey opened her eyes and looked up at me, smiling a cheeky smile as her head jolted at the force of Walt slamming into her. She looked directly into my eyes and moaned "ah, I can't believe he's inside me, it feels so big." 

 I just sat there, kind of in a state of shock, as I watched Casey get fucked in front of me. She reached a hand out and grasped my hand in hers, squeezing it tightly as her slim sexy body got slammed repeatedly. By now another couple had noticed what was happening and wondered over to watch but, to my surprise, Casey didn't seem phased by this. She just gripped my hand tighter and kept her gaze fixed on me as Walt plunged his cock into her little pussy. As he pounded away, she didn't take her eyes off me and I almost got the impression she wanted me to witness what she was doing.

 She looked me dead in the eye as she panted "I feel so naughty, he's really doing it, his thing feels so good in me." It was like she was taunting me, wanting me to see her get fucked by someone else. Walt began to speed up his thrusts and really pound his dick into her, and her moaning got louder. She directed her gaze back at Walt for the first time and asked "does that feel good, am I going to make you finish?"

Walt grunted his reply and Casey looked back at me as she panted "I want to feel it, I want to feel him do it. I think, ugh, I think I'm going to let him finish inside me."

 As she said that I felt a bit of pre cum dribble from the tip of my dick, which wasn't even being touched at the time. Jo had moved her legs off me now and we were all just sat back watching with anticipation. With a roar, Walt slammed his dick all the way into Casey and held still, clearly blowing his load inside her. When he had finished, he gently thrust his hips a couple more times before very slowly pulling himself out of her. He dropped her legs down to the floor, still spread apart, and I could see her gorgeous tiny little pussy, now a little red and so sexy. She didn't even close her legs, this shy innocent woman I had known for so many years just lay there, letting everyone look at her used body until she moaned "More, I need more, I want another one." 

 I was on my feet in a split second. Finally I was going to fuck this sexy girl who had denied me her sweet pussy so many times. This was my chance to get my dick inside her perfect little body and I wasn't going to waste it. I quickly stepped up in front of her with my dick in my hand when, suddenly, she closed her legs and looked up at me. "No" she gasped breathlessly, "not you." She looked past me to the other couple that had been watching the action and I turned to see a man stood, already half naked as his partner slowly stroked his cock. He immediately moved forward as I took a step back, not fully comprehending what was happening. 

 As he reached Casey, she opened her legs again and he stepped between them with his dick in one hand. Without another word, he pointed it at the entrance to her wet little hole and firmly pushed his hips forward. Casey let out a load sigh as he pushed forward and grunted "fuck you're tight."

"Well you're bigger than my husband" she replied with a cheeky smile. 

I just watched on helplessly as this new guy fucked Casey's willing young body just inches away. At one point I noticed that his partner was stood behind me with one hand up under her skirt, frantically fingering herself. 

 Casey's pussy must have been tight, it was only a few minutes before the guy announced he was ready to cum. "Oh yes" Casey moaned "you can do it inside me too, I want it in me." 

He immediately slammed back into her and grasped her hips tightly as he grunted and shot another load of cum into her. He stayed inside her for a minute afterwards, stroking her legs and telling her what an amazing body she had. When he eventually pulled out of her, he thanked her and walked away, hand in hand with his partner, and I turned back to Casey to see a thin trickle of cum ooze out of her pussy. She didn't even attempt to wipe it up, she simply put her other leg back through her panties and pulled them back up into place, covering her sloppy, cum filled hole. 

 When Walt and Jo had gone to get a drink and we were alone, Casey apologised for getting carried away. She told me she didn't know what came over her, she just couldn't help herself. She said that she had only ever done it with Dom and then when Walt wanted her she just couldn't resist. She also said I was cheeky for trying to do it with her and warned me again that she didn't want things to be awkward between us. After all, there were plenty of other attractive women here. 

 We went to get a drink and look around a bit more and, to my surprise, Casey didn't even put her dress back on. She just left it on a coat hook and walked around in her underwear. 

 She looked so gorgeous and a little slutty at the same time, and I couldn't take my eyes off her. That is until we wondered into an open bedroom upstairs and what I saw made my jaw drop. On the large bed on her hands and knees was Hannah, totally naked and moaning loudly as a guy I had met earlier called Mark was stood behind her slamming his dick into her. He was really fucking her hard and fast but she seemed to be enjoying it immensely and was gripping the bed sheets tightly in her hands. On a chair by the wall, a slim redhead I didn't know was riding Hannah's husband James and there were several other people around, some engaging in various activities, some just watching. 

 After a few minutes of watching Hannah get used by this guy, Casey leaned into me and whispered "I've got an idea, why don't you do it with Hannah, I'm sure she would like that." I didn't really know what to say, I really wanted Casey and was still a bit annoyed at her attitude. I did need some relief though and Hannah had always been almost as pretty as her sister. As I watched this gorgeous young woman getting pounded, I realised it was a great idea, especially if Casey was happy with it. My dick was already rock hard and it twitched again when Casey reached a hand around from behind me and stroked the front of my trousers as she cooed "ooh I think you like that idea." 

 I now couldn't wait for this guy to finish fucking Hannah so I could see if she would give me a turn, but he seemed to have a lot of staying power. I was stood there for a while watching her get railed when I felt Casey push into my back. She moved her hand from the front of my trousers and rested it on my waist as her head pressed into my back again. I turned to see what was going on and my eyes shot open wide in shock. Clark, the host, was stood behind Casey pushing his cock into her. He had bent her over at the waist slightly, pulled her panties down below her arse and was ramming his cock up into her. 

 What the fuck was going on? This innocent shy woman, who until tonight had only ever had sex with her husband, was talking another dick inside her. She was facing straight at me while her body was jolted around by the force of Clark thrusting into her, and she looked me in the eyes and panted "Clark wanted to do it with me too, I can't believe all these men want me, he's really big." My head was swimming and I didn't know what to do, I didn't know if I was upset or turned on but I knew I had to get some relief before I exploded. 

 When I turned back around, Hannah had turned to face the other way and had Mark's prick in her mouth. He stopped trusting and groaned as Hannah began to swallow. I decided to leave Casey to get fucked, and I walked over to the bed just as Mark was leaving. "Hey you" Hannah said looking up at me. I smiled, trying to ignore the weirdness of the situation and the fact that she had just swallowed a load of cum. Her gaze drifted down to the bulge in the front of my trousers and she flashed me a pouty look and said "isn't my sister taking care of you?" 

 I filled her in briefly on what was going on and she couldn't quite believe it. I watched her face drop as she looked over to see Clark pounding away at Casey's pussy. "Well" she said sitting up on the bed and straddling me. "Let's take care of this quickly and then we can see what's going on with her."

With that, she reached a hand down and pushed it under my belt and into my boxers, gripping my cock. She seemed pleasantly surprised by the size and hardness of it, and began to urgently pull my belt open and yank my trousers off. I didn't want to kill the mood but I had to warn her that I had been on the verge of cumming all night after Casey had denied me, so I wasn't going to last long. She smiled sweetly at me and bent down to pop the head of my cock into her mouth. 

 Hannah gave a fantastic blowjob and swirled my dick around in her mouth before pushing it as far in as she could take it. In an embarrassingly short time, I announced I was close and she just moaned and kept sucking. I still couldn't quite believe this situation, I had known this little hotty my whole life and it wasn't that long ago I had danced at her wedding. Now here she was, naked, waiting for me to shoot a load of cum into her mouth. I grabbed her head, pushed myself in gently, and threw my head back as my cock exploded a huge load of cum into her. She didn't even flinch, she just swallowed it all down and carried on licking my cock clean. 

 She lifted her mouth off me and groaned, and by the time I opened my eyes, there was another guy stood behind her, thrusting his prick into her. She smiled up at me and I backed off a little while I watched her getting fucked yet again. I watched for a few more minutes, only distracted slightly by the redhead screaming out as James shot his load inside her. When I finally looked around, I realised Casey was gone so I left Hannah, who was now on her back getting pounded hard, and went to look for her. 

 I was wondering around for quite some time looking for Casey and when I eventually found her she was in one of the other bedrooms, once again, on her hands and knees on the bed, getting fucked from behind. She was now missing her panties and her bra, and showing off her tiny tits while Walt slowly thrust into her. There were three other guys and Jo, all stood watching her get fucked. She had her face scrunched up and was grunting every time Walt moved his hips but when she opened her eyes, she spotted me and smiled. 

 As I moved a bit closer to her, she looked up at me, gritting her teeth and grunted "he's doing, ugh ow, he's doing it, ugh, in my bum." What! I was totally shocked. This shy, reserved girl didn't even like to be naked when we were dating, now here she was wondering around naked in front of everyone and getting fucked in the arse by some guy she barely knows. I just stared at her, open mouthed as she grunted and grimaced. I was frozen to the spot until I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked to the side to see Jo, now also naked and gently running a hand over her pussy. 

 "Hey gorgeous, where did you get to?" she asked with a smile. Before I could answer she leaned in and whispered "My hubby can't believe his luck, and I can't believe she's taking it up the arse." 

I couldn't fucking believe it either but I just managed to stammer out a meek "no." 

Jo then stepped in front of me, facing away from me, and looked back while also reaching behind her to take hold of my cock, which was still hanging out of my boxers. It was only then that I realised I was rock hard again. "Well he's certainly had his fun" she said, "its only fair we have some of our own." 

 Casey had her face scrunched up again so she wasn't paying attention and I wasn't going to miss this opportunity. Jo cocked one leg to the side slightly and lined my cock up with her wet little cunt, then returned to a standing position in front of me. She felt warm and wet so I grabbed hold of her hips and thrust myself inside her. She was quite tight and her loud groan prompted Casey to open her eyes and smile up at me. We all watched each other as we banged away and I reached around to grasp Jo's boobs as they bobbed around. Now that I had cum, I had a bit more staying power so I gave Jo a good pounding as she squealed and moaned. 

 After a while, Casey started to grunt louder as Walt thrust harder, and we realised he was nearing his orgasm. Casey tried to look back at him over her shoulder and grunted "are you close? Ugh, I want you to, ah ow, to finish, ah, in, in my bum." I was so turned on by her slutty behaviour that I buried my cock hard, all the way inside Jo as she rubbed her clit. Walt roared loudly and Casey screamed as he buried himself in her arse and shot another load inside her. When Walt eventually pulled out, Casey collapsed on the bed, exhausted. It was only when she rolled over onto her back that I realised her stomach and pussy were covered in white patches of partially dried cum. Evidently, Walt wasn't the only guy she had fucked since I last saw her. 

 I still didn't know whether I was upset or just turned on, but I took my frustration out on Jo's tight young pussy as she rubbed her clit and she began to shake with a powerful orgasm. "Where do you want it?" I grunted right into her ear. "Do you want my cum all over your sexy body too?" 

As she came down from her orgasm she moaned "oh yes baby, all over me, spray it wherever you want." I pulled my dick out and stood behind Jo, furiously wanking it until the first jet shot out and landed half way up her sexy back. It was followed by several more shots that covered her lower back and her arse cheeks in my sticky mess. 

 She turned, gave me a peck on the lips and told me that felt great. Then she left, leaving Casey and I alone in the room. She tried to stand but was a bit unstable on her feet and looked a complete mess. She had nothing on aside from hold up stockings and boots, and her lower abdomen and her curly pubic hair was covered in sticky semen. She found her underwear but didn't bother putting it on, we just stumbled off to retrieve her dress. We met up with Hannah and James and drove home in silence, contemplating what had happened that night.



Helping A Friend Ch. 02



[Reading the original Helping A Friend before part 2 is advisable....but not mandatory]

Benney’s world was turned upside down. Hollie was gone. For the past two years they had shared every important event of their lives with one another. Although they only met once per week, each meeting was a renewed familiarity that hurdled absences. Yet, each meeting rang with excitement, with the anticipation of new discoveries.

Hollie had scheduled the meetings randomly. They often met at an out of the way diner, several blocks from the office but on different days of the week and never at the same time. They had been open with one another, divulging their deepest secrets. It was as if they had known one another forever. Still, there was caution about her, an awareness of their surroundings, always on the lookout for danger. 

She listened to him, advised him and teased him. She inquired but never pried. In turn, she told him things, secrets. And when he became serious, she laughed, automatically reaching for the strand of strawberry blond hair that always seemed to hide one of her green eyes from view. 

On two occasions she had let down her guard. There had been the Christmas office party when Hollie had ventured into his department which was almost vacant. She jokingly pointed to the ceiling in a lawyer’s office, saying there was mistletoe above their heads. They kissed, then moved to the desk where Benney pinned her hips against it, stretching the knit dress with his leg between her thighs. “Too bad I’m wearing these damn pantyhose,” she had laughed when she felt his cock stabbing her stomach.

“I’m sorry about leaving you all blown up and no place to go,” she apologized when they met for lunch at the diner. 

“What do you mean?” he ask, thinking he knew what she was referring to but wanting to hear her say it.

“The other day, your....condition,” she answered, blushing.

“Oh?” he teased her.

“You know what I’m talking about,” she said, leaning across the table, making him grin sheepishly. She watched him squirm before adding, “It will

be different next time, I promise.”

~*~

Benney didn’t notice when spring rains were replaced by sprouting flowers and greening grass. His mood did not change. Hollie was gone. Despondent, he felt sorry for himself. Unable to sleep, he took long walks and reflected on those meetings with Hollie, the only female he had ever known as a friend.

He sat on a park bench one early morning, sun drenching his back. Absent mindedly, he watched his shadow transgress the path, letting his mind reflect on their only night together. Tom, Hollie’s husband, had been called to his company’s home office, leaving two tickets to a hockey match. She had invited Benney to go with her. 

Between periods Benney had gone to the men’s room. After waiting in a long line to take a leak he had discovered that his shorts were on backwards. His fumbling to get his cock out created a clamorous uproar in the men’s room. Hollie was in a rare carefree mood anyway, showing no concern about being seen in public with her young friend. Learning of his dilemma in the men’s room she elapsed into uncontrollable laughter, making a spectacle of herself. When she returned to her senses she suggested they leave because someone may have recognized her. In his apartment she had helped him change his bed sheets, then maneuvered him into it. They had slow passionate sex that lasted hours before Hollie pulled herself away. Now she was gone. He would never forget her and, unbeknownst to him, she would never forget him.

His head jerked, reacting to a shadow that crossed his, briefly . His eyes followed a trim body jogging down the path, ponytail transiting from side to side as it rounded a bend in the path and disappeared out of sight.

~*~

“Hey, why did you stop?” Jen turned and watched him scoop snow off of the bench. “Anything wrong?” she asked, running in place and blowing frosted breath from her mouth as she watched him take a seat.

“No, I’m fine,” he smiled up at her, “it’s just that I can’t help thinking that this is the first place I saw you, seems like such a long time ago.”

She stopped jogging in place and walked back to him, placing a gloved hand on his cheek. “I know, you remind me every time we pass this bench but you don’t have to stop every time.”

Ben stared up at the girl, wondering how he could be so lucky. A strand of hair had escaped from its binding and crossed her thin cheek. She blew it aside and watched him scrape snow aside to make a place for her.

“I want to show you something,” he said, reaching inside his running jumper.

“Okay, but make it fast, it’s not good to stop in the middle of a run, you’ll get a chill and stiffen up,” she said, taking a seat beside him. 

“This came to the office yesterday,” he said, producing an envelope.

“Why didn’t you show it to me last night?” she poked his arm.

“Because I wanted to show it to you here at our bench,” he answered, removing a Christmas picture from the envelope.

“Who’s this?” she asked, taking the card from him. Then, seeing the young woman with the small boy and tall man she knew, even before she read the inscription, ‘from our home to yours, Merry Christmas, Tom, Hollie and Timmie.’ They wore matching green sweaters and stood in front of a two story house. Tom, the smiling executive, was wearing a stocking cap, hiding his receding hair line. Timmie was making a face. Hollie, looking as if she had just shifted a loose strand of her strawberry blond hair into place, was clutching her men as if they would bolt should she let go.

“There’s no return address,” Jen said, searching the envelope front and back. “Where do you suppose they moved?”

“The zip code is from a small town near Denver,” Ben answered, “I

suppose Tom took over the office there.

“Wonder why she didn’t put her address on the envelope.”

“I guess she doesn’t want me to have it.” He had given this thought and decided that Hollie wanted him to know that she was okay but had moved on. She had measured the risk of taking up with him again and considered it too great to chance.

“Come on, lazy, let’s finish, I want to go shopping for some curtains.”

“Aren’t you the domestic one,” he kidded as they resumed their run.

“My parents may stop by over the holidays, I don’t want my mother seeing those awful blinds you have up. What if your parents decide to come by? They’ll think I’m a tasteless decorator if I don’t do something about those windows,” she laughed over her shoulder, already two lengths ahead.

They took a long leisurely shower together and she dressed for shopping, he for housework.

‘Eight months ago I wouldn’t have thought of spending a Saturday morning this way,’ he thought as he plugged the vacuum cleaner cord into the wall outlet. He couldn’t help thinking of all that had transpired since that first meeting.

The day after her shadow had crossed his in the park he recognized the pony tail and the running outfit as he stood in line behind her at a coffee shop. He watched the small frame bounce to stay limber as she unzipped a pocket on her left sleeve. Her head turned to the left to peer into the empty pocket. There were beads of sweat rolling down her nose and cheeks. 

“I can’t pay for this,” she was saying to the clerk. Her voice was level, unshaken by the shock of the empty pocket. She was pushing a hot cup of coffee toward the clerk.

“I’ll get it,” Benney heard himself say.

She turned and stared blankly at him, her eyes appraising the body that made the offer. “I can’t accept,” she said briskly, turning back to the clerk to offer her apology.

“Sure you can,” Benney insisted. As she squeezed past him he noticed that the coffee was no longer on the counter.

“That’s not good for you,” she scolded, pointing to the donut he had in one hand. She had waited for him to come out the front door. She was looking up at him, smiling. She was still in a bouncing mode, raising on her tiptoes and bouncing back on her heals. He smiled back and shrugged his shoulders.

“Thanks for paying for my coffee, I always have money in this pocket,” she began, pointing to the zipper on her sleeve, “will not always, obviously,” she laughed nervously. He nodded to acknowlege her thanks. She smiled again and walked away, briskly.

She did a double take when she saw him sitting on the bench the next morning. Stopping to run in place, “I’m glad you’re here,” she said, unzipping the pocket on her sleeve. “I’ve got money to pay you back.” She thrust a dollor bill his way but he refused to take it. “Suit yourself,” she said over her shoulder as she jogged down the path.

An irritating frown came to her face when she saw him there the next morning. She took notice that he was decked out in running gear and only slowed when it was apparent that he intended to join her.

“Did you stretch?” she asked, noticing how slow they were running. 

“Sure,” he answered confidently.

“Been running long?” she asked, knowing the answer.

“Just started about two minutes ago,” he said truthfully.

“Can we speed it up then?” she said, beginning to pull away.

“How far do you go?” he asked, wanting to make conversation.

She looked back, thinking of a way to shake him. She could easily 

sprint off and leave him but something made her slow down so he could catch up. ‘How much did you spend on that ridiculous outfit?’ she wanted to ask.

“This part of the course is four miles but I’ve already done two, It’s two miles to the end.” She looked over at him, wondering how long he would last. 

“How often do you run it,” he panted, trying to keep the conversation going.

“Maybe you should walk the rest of the way, you’re breathing hard and there’s another mile to go,” she suggested, slowing the pace again.

Benney was determined. “I’m fine,” he boasted, wishing he could bring himself to give up.

“You don’t smoke, do you?” She hadn’t seen any signs of tobacco use. She watched him shake his head. 

“It’s those donuts you know,” framing her hands around her trim midsection to illustrate their affect on his gut.

She pitied him. They slowed to a rapid walk. He fell silent, beaten, but she made small talk as they walked to the end of the course. He was still breathing hard and only half heard her tell him that she ran the course four mornings per week but on Saturday or Sunday she crossed a small bridge and did two miles of the other leg of the course. “I’m training for a 10 K that’s coming up,” she volunteered.

He invited her to join him for coffee but she turned him down, saying that she would be late for work. He had wanted to sit with her and learn more about her. 

“I’m Benney,” he extended his hand.

“Jennifer,” she said cautiously as she placed her small hand in his. 

He decided to skip having a donut with his coffee. It was while he was shaving that it occurred to him what she had implied when she said she would be late for work. He had slowed her down.

The next morning she did not show up. ‘This may be the day she lays off, she said she runs the course four days,’ he thought. He set his new stop watch and took off at a slower pace than Jennifer had set. He finished the two miles winded but happy with the accomplishment. 

He ran the two miles every morning, four with Jennifer, the other three on his own. By the end of two weeks he was able to carry on a conversation over the two miles that he ran with her. They chatted about their families and their jobs and their friends. He learned that she was a graphic designer in an advertising agency. 

“I’ve heard the name,” he admitted thoughtfully.

“We do work for your company, that’s probably where you heard of us,” she teased. 

It was a Sunday morning. When they reached the end of the course she headed for the bridge and the other leg of the course. He followed her.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” she ask. “I’m not going to slow down for you.”

He had been extending his run each day but was still short of four miles. He pounded his gut with his fists to show that it was slimming down. In addition to the jogging he had begun visiting a gym two nights each week, working mainly on his mid section. He had not made much headway, only succeeding in becoming quite sore. 

Two more weeks passed before she agreed to have coffee with him. She told herself it was a reward for the hard work he was doing. They agreed to meet at a central location one hour after finishing their run. This would give them time to stretch and shower. She arrived a little late, dressed in a short sleeved dress with a white sweater thrown over her shoulders and matching sandals. This was the first time he had seen her in a dress. It displayed her perky little breasts and her thin but muscular arms and legs. 

“It must be nice to have your own place, I had to wait for the shower,” she 

said, explaining why she was late. He noticed that she had taken time to highlight her eyes and brighten her thin lips. Absent was the customary pony tail, her hair streamed down on both sides of her face, nearly covering her small breasts. 

This was the first time she had spoken of her living conditions. “Why, do you live with someone?” he asked, crossing his fingers, anticipating the answer.

“Two of them,” she said, shaking her head in dismay, “it was great at first, hanging out together, sharing cooking and housekeeping duties, always having someone to talk to. But things changed, we have practically nothing in common. I run, they don’t, I’m an early riser, they stay in bed, I’m a slob, they’re both neat freaks.”

She stopped talking long enough to order a bottle of water. “I’m not usually this bitchy, it’s just that I got home and there was no hot water. They had both showered. Then they complained about the way I left the kitchen.” She looked at him and laughed. “I’m not a very good room mate, that’s why I’m going to get my own place and live alone.”

“Are you really a slob? I don’t believe it,” he said. She dismissed the question with a nod and a smile.

“You’re developing some nice muscles there,” she commented, reaching across the table to feel his biceps. Her hand was small but strong. He reacted to her touch, flexing his arm.

“The race is next Saturday, can you come?” she asked, watching him for a reaction. Her hand had moved to his forearm, still resting there.

“Sure,” he beamed, feeling her hand tighten on his arm again.

She came in 25th overall, behind 20 males and 4 females. At the finish line their eyes locked. He was cheering wildly as if she had won the race.

He escorted her to a grassy spot some distance from the finish line. Too winded to speak, she leaned on him for support. He enjoyed the closeness. She pulled away to sit on the ground.

“Rub my legs,” she said, leaning back to rest on her elbows. He was happy to oblige, taking first one leg and massaging the muscles, then switching legs.

“Just my lower legs, silly,” she laughed when his hands moved down to her thighs. “Hold still,” she commanded, placing her feet to his chest and pushing him backwards until her legs were fully extended. She bent her legs back, the forward again, pushing him back several times. 

They were still performing this strange maneuver when they heard a high pitched voice, “that’s vulgar.” 

“It only looks that way,” Jennifer said, extending her hand to Ben for him to help her up. 



“Mom, this is Benney, he’s just helping me recover,’ Jennifer spoke to the woman. She was carrying a warm up jacket. “Benney, this is my mother.”

The woman was slightly taller than Jennifer but only a few pounds heavier. She smiled as she shook Benney’s hand, “So you’re Benney,” she said as if she had heard all about him, seemingly forgotten about the precarious position she had seen her daughter in. 



She took the jacket from her mother and turned to Benney for him to help her put it on. “I won’t be running for a couple of days but I’ll come over and time you if you want,” she said, turning her head to look up at him. He could only smile and nod, unable to describe the warm feeling that had come over him. 

“Thank you for coming,” she whispered, standing on tiptoes to brush his cheek with her lips. 

~*~

“I hear nothing but good things about you Benney,” his uncle announced from his end of the table. The entire extended family had gathered for Easter dinner. Like several other holidays, attending this family dinner was one of those obligations that he couldn’t shed. He wondered what Jennifer was doing today, she hadn’t said. 

His uncle continued to talk but he couldn’t make out what he was saying because of the chatter between them. Relatives were exclaiming, wishing him well. “What is it that you do exactly,” Priscilla, his cousin across the table from him enquired as she reached across her husband’s plate to retrieve a bowl of peas. 

Benney begin to explain his job at the insurance company but soon realized that he was ‘off the hook’ when Priscilla’s husband took issue with his space being invaded. They exchanged looks and spoke to one another in hushed tones for a full minute. 

When Priscilla looked his way again it was apparent that she had either missed his answer or forgotten the question. 



Dessert was served and the meal came to a conclusion. After a respectable time, making the rounds, conversing with each of the family members, his father steered Benney and his mother toward the front door.

It had rained that morning and the air was still cool as they walked down the front walk. “Hold on a minute,” his uncle shouted from the steps. “Benney, I need to talk to you, how about coming upstairs one day next week? I’ll have my secretary arrange an appointment, we need to spend about 30 minutes together.”

“Okay,” said Benney, somewhat confused by this strange request. His uncle had been firm about them not knowing one another at work. 

“What’s that all about?” his father wanted to know. 

“Beats me,” Benney admitted. What had been a temporary job until something better came along had become interesting. Not content to be just a clerk, Benney had expanded his role within the legal department to become an integral cog in the works. He had cataloged the claims, assigning a numerical value to each file, based on its probability of going to trial. 

His charts were used by the chief to assign work to the staff. 

“See Benney on that,” was often heard in the office when one of the lawyers questioned why he was working on a particular case. Benney would

explain how he had arrived at a high numerical value that pushed a claim

ahead of older claims.

“Get cracking,” the chief would say, “I’ve never known him to be wrong.”

Although Benney was still classified as a clerk, he had received two

very substantial increases in pay.

“Can we make it another day?” Benney said to his uncle’s secretary when she called to set up an appointment. “Personnel wants to see me at that same time,” he explained.

“What’s this about?” the chief yelled, making an infrequent appearance in the outer office of the legal department. He headed towards Benney with a sheet of paper in his hand. “What does personnel need this for?”

Benney could see that the chief was holding an evaluation form with his name at the top. 

“I don’t know Mr. Shaw,” Benney answered, puzzled.

“Why so pensive?” asked Jennifer, “you’ve been in your own little world all evening.” He toyed with his grape nut pudding which she had insisted he try.

“I’m twenty-five,” he blurted out. 

“Yes?” she said, bringing him out of his repose. He had tried to shake it. This was important, it was their first real date and he was so lost in his own thoughts that he had ignored her. 

“It’s something at work,” he explained, putting down his spoon and looking at her. Jennifer was wearing a black satin dress, off the shoulders. He had seen the dark stockings and envisioned black underwear beneath the dress. Her long hair had been wrapped in a bun at the back of her head. A single strand of pearls adorned her neck. ‘How could he ignore this beautiful creature.’




Helping A Friend Ch. 02



This was his chance and he was muffing it.

“Tell me,” she coaxed, parting her lips in a worried look.

He studied her face closely, thinking of how to word the answer without sounding important. “I have to make a decision,” he finally divulged.

“Is that all? Can I help? Use me, you’re not going to be any fun until

we get the decision made,” she reasoned.

“I’ve been offered a promotion within my department or my choice of

two other jobs within the company,” he said, trying to keep his voice low and confident.

“What does being twenty-five have to do with it?” she wanted to know.

He told Jennifer about his uncle helping him get the job in legal. It had 

been viewed as a temporary job until something more permanent came along. Now, nearly three years later he was twenty-five and still doing the same job. 

As of last week things had changed and he wanted to make the right decision.

Personnel had set up the interview in claims and his uncle had steered him toward the job in sales. When Mr. Shaw found out about the other offers, he had offered Benney a promotion to remain in the legal department. 

“Sounds like you’re breaking out,” Jennifer said, excitedly.

“Not really, the jobs are about the same; all glorified file clerks. I played some games with the files in legal just for the fun of it. Out of boredom I invented some ways to forecast which cases should be settled out of court and which ones were most likely to go to trial to be resolved.,” he explained.

“You must have impressed allot of people to be sought after by three departments,” she said, trying not to sound conciliatory.

“I think it’s you,” he said, their eyes meeting.

“How’s that?”

“It’s the running, look at me, I’ve lost fifteen pounds and turned flab to muscle. I had to buy new clothes and I think people noticed. It’s you,” he finished, not moving his eyes from hers.

“I think it’s time I saw your apartment, my room mates are probably at home, we can’t go there,” she said as they left the restaurant.

That was the night they became Ben and Jen. “I’ve always hated being called that name,” she admitted, “but it sounds different when you say it, I’ll be Jen to you.”

To the dismay of those who had offered him jobs within their departments, Ben decided to remain in the legal department, until something else came along. He even turned down the promotion. 

Single females had begun to notice Ben’s new physique, taking every opportunity to speak to him. “Call me Ben,” he would say.

Only a few weeks later he got an opportunity to join the actuary group where risks are analyzed and rates are set. Although he would be a junior member and a trainee, he received a sizable increase in pay. Jen helped him select more new clothes. They ran together and spent their spare time in one another’s company. On July 4th, he missed his first family gathering. They had been invited to a cookout by Jen’s parents.

“It’s not like I’m taking you to meet the family, it’s just my father, you’ve already met the others,” she consoled him when he fretted about going.

“How many more will be there?”

“You’ll be on display, my aunt’s will ask personal questions about your family background and you may as well bring a paycheck stub because they’ll want to know your professional prospects. My cousins will check out your buns and my uncles will be curious about your abs.” 

“Sounds like I’m in for a fun afternoon,” he cringed.

“Honey,” she said, running her hand over his chest, “if it gets hot take your shirt off, that will cool them.”



~*~

“What’s happened to you?” Hollie smiled her knowing smile, blowing the errant strand of hair so she could use both eyes to appraise Ben’s reaction.

They were at the diner, excited to see one another. She had called him to say she was in town visiting her sister, failing to mention that she and Timmie had been there for two weeks, since before Christmas. 

“What?” Ben asked, watching her stare at him, mouth open.

“You’ve got new clothes, did you get a haircut just for me?” But it was more than the clothes, there was something different about him. He was more muscular than she remembered, slimmer. Still, there was more. There was a confident air about him.

He told her about the new job and how much he enjoyed working with formulas, computing actuaries. He had fit in with the group. “The time I spent in Legal served me well. And you were a big help too, you taught me allot, you broke me in.”

“I broke you in alright,” she said laughing, remembering the night in his apartment after the hockey match.

Catching on to what she was thinking, he blushed. “I’ll always be grateful for that but what I was referring to was the way we used to talk about things. You always helped me see things clearly, not just those questions about the claims but you always had answers about life.”

Holly watched him talk, with the same forthright manner, honest and to the point but what she saw now was that he was sure of himself. Subconsciously,

she wiped her eye and felt moisture on her finger. It was so good to see him this way. She remembered that night when she encouraged him to almost devour her breasts, time after time. She had cautioned him not to bite her but in the heat of the moment she had lost track of what they were doing to one another. At home that night she found tooth marks on her back and her tits were sore for days. In some ways she was grateful that Tom had not noticed; in retrospect, she wished he had.

“I got your Christmas card, it looks like a nice house,” Ben brought her out of her reverie.

She smiled, wondering if he had noticed her moist eyes. The house was indeed the answer to her dreams. Located in a suburban neighborhood, the spacious rooms were a contrast to the cramped apartment her small family had shared in the city. With Tom’s promotion she didn’t have to work any longer. There was time to spend with her son and plenty of activities to keep them both busy. 

Ben knew her, he could see something was not right. “Tell me,” he said.

“You tell me,” she countered, wanting to hear what had transformed him into the magnificent specimen she saw before her. She was happy for him, genuinely interested. Surely, there was a woman involved. Besides, she didn’t want to discuss her own problems. “Tell me about her.”

“She’s wonderful,” he said excitedly, “her name is Jen and she wants to meet you. Come to dinner tomorrow night.”

“She’s not happy,” Ben reported to Jen that evening. “She didn’t want to talk about it. I got the impression it has something to do with Tom, like he’s lost interest in her. She said something about feeling dried up.”

“Humm, sounds serious, maybe she’ll tell us tomorrow night, what are you going to cook,” she said playfully.

~*~

Hollie noticed the changes immediately. In addition to the new drapes on the front windows, the floor was not cluttered with magazines and loose clothes as she had seen it after the hockey match. “It’s so neat and orderly,” she exclaimed in her jaunty way.

They had settled in the living room after dinner.

“It’s Ben,” Jen admitted, “he does the cooking and cleaning; I do the shopping and the laundry.”

“Really?” Hollie questioned as if it couldn’t be.

“Yes, he takes care of the apartment and I take care of him in other ways.”

“I’ve got to hear how you two met,” Hollie demanded, leaning forward in anticipation. Ben remained quiet, sheepishly looking at each of the women.

Jen spoke up, “He paid for my coffee one morning, then he started stalking me, everytime I passed a park bench on my run, he was there.”

“I didn’t stalk you,” Ben challenged.

“Sure you did, you were trying to get in my pants from the first day,” Jen laughed. 

Ben looked at Hollie who was amused at what she had just heard. “She does this to me all the time. She even said that to her mother the first time she met me, long before our first date.”

“That’s not exactly the way I put it,” Jen corrected him. Then, to Hollie, “I ran a race not long after we met last spring. Afterwards, Ben was helping me stretch and my mother said it looked like we were fucking. That’s when I told her I thought Ben would like to get in my pants.” 

Jen saw the puzzled look on Hollie’s face. 

“You have to see it, come down here honey, we’ll show her,” Jen beckoned to him. 

Jen lay on her back and pulled both legs back. Ben got on his knees 

and massaged her calves, then her upper thighs until Jen stopped him. Then he let her place the feet against his chest. Grunting, she pushed him backward until her legs were fully extended, then she folded her legs back bringing Ben with her, repeating the motion several times until Jen wrapped her legs around Ben’s butt and brought him down for a kiss.

Looking over to Hollie, “Do you see how my mother could mistake the way I was doing my after-race stretch for fucking?”

Hollie was beside herself, laughing at the bold but honest remarks Ben’s girlfriend had made. “Yes, I can see how your mother could have thought that.”

“After that race we did it that way all the time. At first I only let him rub my calves but he worked his hands up my thighs,” Jen smiled as she looked over at Hollie. 

“We still do it that way. You should see the looks we get from other runners, especially when I let him do my thighs on weekends when we have plenty of time to come back to the apartment for sex that lasts all morning. Don’t we honey,” Jen said, embracing Ben with her arms and legs. He was still laying on top of her, enjoying the feel of her feet against his ass.

“Did he have a hard on?” Hollie wanted to know.

Jen appeared to be in deep thought, “That day in the park? I don’t think so. I’m sure my mother would have said something if she had noticed.”

“I always have a hard on when I’m near you,” Ben admitted. Hollie and Jen both laughed.

“I want to thank you for training him so well, “ Jen said to Hollie, quite comfortable on her back with Ben on top of her.

“He told you about that?” Hollie’s cheeks becoming redder than their natural rosy color.

“Sure, he credits you with giving him instructions and raising his confidence level. See how neat he keeps the place now? That’s what impressed me the first night he brought me here. I just knew that the bed sheets would be clean. Later, when I got him to talk about it he said you had changed the sheets before you would do anything with him.”

Hollie was curious, “Tell me about that, the first time he brought you here.”

“Well, we had been out to dinner and...”

“I’m leaving,” Ben said, making an effort to raise up. Jen caught him, banging her feet into his ass and clutching him to her with her arms. “You’re staying right here,” she yelled. Then, whispering in his ear, “you said yourself that Hollie seemed sad, maybe she needs some cheering up. Now lay here while I tell her the story. If you tense up I’ll rub your neck.” 

Reluctantly, Ben placed his weight on his elbows and settled down to hear his girl friend tell his best female friend about their first time together.”

“As I was saying, we had been to dinner but I didn’t want the evening to end so I suggested he bring me here. I was wearing a black dress with a low neckline which Ben had admired all through dinner. As we walked through the door I knew he was hoping we would end up here. The place was spotless. We settled on the sofa and began necking.” 

Jen paused to look up at Ben who was smiling down at her. She massaged his neck and smiled back. 

“I was wearing a string of pearls. When he started kissing my neck I found the clasp and removed the pearls. I went home without them. We found them under a cushion the next time I was here. Anyway, he was getting dangerously near the top of my dress with wet kisses. I didn’t want him slobbering on my dress and I didn’t want him to stop so I pulled it down to expose the top of my breasts.”

“Hollie, are you alright?” Jen asked, bringing Hollie out of a daze. She opened her eyes to see Ben and Jen on the floor, looking in her direction. “Yes,...yes, I’m fine, please continue,” Hollie managed to say.

“He was on top of me, just like now.” Jen continued, running her fingers through Ben’s hair. “But it was a new dress and I didn’t want it wrinkled so I ask him to move up so I could get out of the dress, don’t you think that was practical?”

Hollie nodded, confirming that she thought Jen had done the right thing.

“I kicked the dress out of the way and he was back on top of me in seconds, kissing dangerously close to my bra. I didn’t want him to slobber on my new lace bra so I ask him to unfasten it from the back so I could take it off. Don’t you think that was the practical thing to do?”

Smiling, Hollie nodded her agreement, noticing that Ben and Jen were locked in a deep kiss.

“I have very small tits and he can take almost all of one in his mouth. I always tell him that’s the reason he gets the nipples to stick out so far. He was driving me wild with his tongue. I had kicked my shoes off but I was concerned that he would rip my long dark stockings so I asked him to roll them down and take them off. Don’t you think that was the practical thing to do?”

Hollie’s eyes had a glazed look as she shook herself to answer. “Yes, I do,” she whispered in a raspy voice.

Ben, who held Jen’s head in his hands just above the carpet spoke up. “As I was removing the stockings my hand accidentally touched her crouch and I felt wetness. Knowing she wouldn’t want her new panties soaked with pussy juices I suggested we take them off. Don’t you think that was a practical suggestion?”

“You’re both very practical,” Hollie agreed.

“As he pulled my panties down I was relieved that I didn’t have to worry about messing up my new clothes. Besides, I wanted to enjoy the attention he was giving my body. I thought, ‘I’m naked and he still has all his clothes on. This is crazy.’ So I suggested we go to the bedroom and I would undress him. Doesn’t that sound practical to you, Hollie?”

Hollie nodded, smiling, happy to see Ben and Jen laying on the floor, contented to hold one another.

“I knew that he had been working out but as I undressed him I discovered 

what a great body he has. I kissed his bare chest and pinched his butt. When his cock sprang out I almost fainted. He has as very nice prick, don’t you think?”

Embarrassed but not to be outdone, Hollie smiled, “Yes, he has a very nice prick.”

“I wasn’t surprised when I found that the sheets were clean. What surprised me was what a good teacher you were,” Jen said, smiling at Hollie. “He got between my legs and began to kiss my thighs. When his tongue touched my labia I almost jumped off the bed. I was glad that I had trimmed my

pubic region neatly. He licked me for what seemed like ages. My little nub must have exposed itself because the first thing I knew he had it between his lips and I went wild, bucking and screaming and bellowing like a cow.”

“Like a cow?” Hollie was trying to imagine the sounds Jen was talking about.

“He says I’m a screamer,” Jen said proudly. 

“She doesn’t bellow like a cow. She moans when I pull her pussy lips out and let them snap back. She moans when she comes and she comes allot. She only screams when I make love to her clit. I have to be careful about that. She really is a screamer,” Ben offered from his position, hovering above his girl friend.

“What noise does she make when you fuck her,” Hollie asked candidly.

Ben looked down at Jen. They grinned at one another. “She’s a talker,” Ben confided. “She tells me what she likes but mainly she just says, ‘YES, YES, YES, That’s gooood! Do That, Fuck Me Like That, stuff like that.” 

“Is that what I say?,” Jen ask, a little embarrassed for the first time.

“I don’t say that, do I?”

“How long have you two lived together?” Hollie wanted to know. She was sitting on the edge of her chair, fascinated with how Ben and Jen were enjoying themselves in the middle of the floor while carrying on a conversation with her. 

“After that first night I was over here three nights a week, plus weekends.

We were running together four mornings a week and staying in bed for an extra hour on the other days. That went on for a month, then we decided I should move in with Ben, it seemed like the practical thing to do,” Jen answered, solemnly, looking to Hollie for some sign of agreement. 

But something was wrong!

~*~

They rushed to her, kneeling on each side of Hollie. Her hands covered her face and her body shook. Ben and Jen looked at one another, searching, what to do? 

Together, they reached for Hollie’s shoulders, feeling the vibration as she wept. Together, they pulled her to them until her face was buried between them and her body was suspended, about one-half on each of them. They lay on their backs on the floor, wrapping their arms around Hollie to comfort her. As she sobbed, they took turns, moving their hands over her back, massaging her skin through the thin blouse.

Hollie’s tears soaked their faces and her body pressed against them, one breast against each of their chests, her legs between theirs.

Working together, the couple acted in unison to achieve a common goal, to make the pain go away. Their only means of communication was through their free hands, clasped together between them. As if they were telepathic, with one mind, the back massage soon reduced the sobs to deep breathing and the body shakes to mild pulsating. The thin blouse became dislodged from her slacks. Jen and Ben took turns, rubbing the slick smooth skin of her back, easing the blouse farther up her back with each series of strokes. 

Although they could not see one another, there was a common recognition between them that their actions were being accepted when Hollie

lifted her body to permit the blouse to move upward. Ben squeezed Jen’s hand and she squeezed back. The blouse was now high enough to confirm that Hollie was braless as Jen’s hand found her shoulder blades. Tears were drying on all their faces. No conversation was necessary.

Ben’s hand patted her buttocks, once, twice, then squeezed. He reached for Jen’s hand and moved it to Hollie’s ass, taking up the back massage with his. He felt Jen’s thumb move across their joined hands, signaling that she understood his directions. She squeezed first one cheek, then the other.

Hollie’s body moved. They held their breath until they realized that she was unbuttoning the top button to her slacks. Hearing the faint sound of a zipper, Jen squeezed his hand and he squeezed back. Jen took over the back massage and Ben’s hand fondled the ass some more, then slide beneath the elastic band of the panties to make its way to the valley that separates the two cheeks. Like the zipper, Hollie’s moan was barely discernible. 

Ben’s hand was roaming freely, from one cheek to the other. He was stretching the panties and the slacks were moving downward. He felt Jen’s hand

give him a bone breaking grip as Hollie’s upper body rose and lowered. He realized the girls were kissing. Their mouths were locked together and Jen’s hand was locked to his, gripping even tighter. Hollie’s legs opened to give him access; he felt the dampness between them. 

The girls broke their kiss and the vicelock on Ben’s hand lessened. He guided Jen’s free hand into Hollie’s panties, using his free hand to adjust his cock which was standing at attention. Hollie moaned as she pressed her lips to his, darting her tongue into his open mouth. She made a startled jump when Jen’s finger separated her labia. When he attempted to unbutton her blouse, Hollie took the hint and performed the task herself. Soon the blouse was off and her soft tits pressed into his chest. His free hand moved from one nipple to the other as Hollie’s mouth covered his in a flurry of tongue battle.




Helping A Friend Ch. 02



Moving his thumb over his girlfriend’s small hand Ben signaled he would need her help for the next phase. She responded by moving her thumb over his. 

Together, they managed to pull the slacks down, assisted by Hollie wiggling her ass. Next came the panties. Once they were down to her knees, Hollie was able to kick then off and she was naked.

What had begun as an unplanned plot to rid their friend of the overwhelming sadness had turned into something more. No words had been spoken. Realizing that she was the only one in her state of undress, Hollie smiled and went to work to remedy the situation. She started with Ben’s shirt buttons and when Jen joined her by unbuckling his belt, Hollie helped pull his pants down. Jen giggled as Hollie and Ben removed her clothes.

Still, no words were exchanged. The trio grinned at one another and embraced, meeting in a triple kiss, lips to lips, tits to tits. They were still on the floor in the middle of the living room. Ben was on his back, the two girls on top, taking turns kissing him, their tits pressed to his chest. They moved down to his chest, then to his stomach, leaving enormous amounts of saliva in the path. They took turns sucking his cock while wiggling their butts in front of his face.

Ben had two fingers in each vagina, pumping into them while pumping his cock into Hollie’s mouth. Jen was moaning, sucking on his balls when Ben let out a war woop, filling Hollie’s mouth with several spurts of cum.

The girls turned to watch him. His hands had gone limp, no longer pumping into them. They looked at one another, surprised. Hollie played with his limp cock, then grinned mischievously at Jen. They dropped his cock and his balls and begin to kiss, pressing their tits together. Ben, in a daze, watched from his prone position on the floor, taking notice of the contrast of the girl’s tits. Jen, the runner, had the smallest tits he had ever seen while Hollie had mother’s tits, not enormous but soft and jiggley. 

When Ben opened his eyes a few minutes later the girls were not there. He heard noises coming from the bedroom. As he walked through the door he saw his girlfriend on top of Hollie, locked in a 69 position. They were taking long licking strokes at one another’s pussies and making deep exaggerated grunts. 

Ben was fascinated with the action, never having experienced anything like it. He lay down on the bed to watch Jen lap away at the pink opening, yielding to the pleasure. They were both making a humming sound and Ben noticed that when the pitch changed to a higher tone they slowed from the long laps to shorter, more penetrating strokes. They were oblivious to his presence.

The tone changed again, to a purr. Jen’s head was making a rotating motion. Although her long hair was obstructing his view, Ben was almost certain that she was circling Hollie’s clit. When she stopped circling he knew she had the little nub between her lips, just the way she loved for him to do to her. The purr became deafening, almost a shriek. It was then that she spotted him. She smiled as her mouth opened. A strange look came to her face, a mixture of anguish and pleasure. Her mouth made an Oh as her eyes opened wide. Her body shuddered and her eyes closed. Ben caught her just as she collapsed.

The three of them cuddled on the bed, The girls made little cooing sounds and took turns kissing Ben who was on his back, between them. 

“That was amazing!” Jen broke the silence. 

“That was so good, how can I ever thank you both,” Hollie said, stealing another kiss from Ben before sitting up as if to leave.

Jen sat up to and started to hang her feet over the side of the bed when Ben pulled them both back to him. “Someone’s going to have to do something about this,” he said, pointing to his fully resurrected cock.

The two females looked at one another, then at the pulsating cock. Jen saw the need in Hollie’s eyes. With a shrug of the shoulder, she got off the bed and headed to the bathroom.

“Looks like a job for the old lady,” Hollie whispered, straddling Ben, leaning forward until her tits dangled in his face.

When Jen returned to the bedroom Hollie was pumping furiously, a determined look on her face. Ben’s face was contorted in concentration, like a cowboy 3 seconds into a bull ride. Neither knew Jen was in the room.

~*~

Nothing was said until a few days later when they were on the running path. “That’s the one and only time,” Jen said to him, a look of determination on her face.

“The threesome?”

She jogged another 20 paces, her ponytail shifting side to side before looking his way.

“That too.”

Ben was dubious. His frown indicated that he didn’t understand.

“You fucking someone else,” she answered his question.

“Were you jealous?”

She didn’t answer. He looked her way, smiling, trying to get her attention. She knew what he was doing, trying to make her laugh. She looked his way and nodded.

“Yes.”

Somewhat exasperated, Ben was surprised to hear her admit that she was jealous. When she was curious about Hollie he had told her everything, how helpful she had been restoring his confidence, every detail of the night he and Hollie had spent together, right down to her covering him up and leaving him asleep between two wet spots. And, when she heard that Hollie was in town it was Jen who insisted that he invite her to have dinner with them. And...it had been Jen who had given her consent for Hollie to ‘take care’ of his erection.

They were only a few yards from the four mile marker. Jen waited until they finished the run and she was on her back, placing her feet on his chest to begin their strange but erotic stretching exercise before she spoke.

“That one time we had our fun,” she explained, emphatically, “never again! Got it?”

She let him pay special attention to an imaginary knot in her upper thigh, both thinking of how they would spend the rest of the morning. 

As if to justify their recent evening with Hollie, they reached the same conclusion. 

“We were helping a friend!” 

{my thanks to Patrick} 



Helping A Friend Find It Again



Kathy and Terry had agreed to meet at Kathy's house prior to going out for drinks later that night so when there was no answer at the door, Terry just let herself in thinking Kathy must be still in the shower. After yelling up the staircase, Terry decided that she had better go up and hurry her friend up or else they'd never get a table to sit at and she hated when she had to stand in a packed bar. At the top of the stairs she could see that the bathroom door was wide open and empty so she walked towards Kathy's bedroom becoming scared and confused as she began to hear what sounded like moaning. Reaching the door she was flabbergasted to see Kathy's large bottom being eaten my some man Terry had never seen before. She quickly retreated a step, hoping neither had heard her, there was no way they had seen her since Kathy was facing away. Her ass was in full view and the man had his back to Terry, his face seemed to be spreading Kathy's large ass. As she peeked around the doorway she had her answer, the man was still eating her friends ass and both were oblivious to the fact that they were being watched. 

Although she knew she should leave, Terry began to feel the tingling sensation between her legs and wasn't able to stop herself from watching as her friend's ass was being explored by the stranger's tongue. She knew she should slip away and let Kathy have the man alone but… Moans of pleasure became louder and louder as the stranger slid his tongue in and out of her, his tongue fucking her ass and at the same the time, Terry's hand was in her own pants, her finger rubbing her engorged clit, she hadn't been satisfied in so long she wasn't to be denied even if it was her friend being fucked.

As Terry opened her eyes after the first orgasm had subsided, she realized that her subjects had changed positions, the stranger had gotten on the bed now, the head of his cock now pressing into Kathy's large bottom, her squeals must have been the real reason Terry had been woken from her first orgasm in years. His hands were full of Kathy's fleshy butt cheeks, his cock sliding in and out of her littlest hole. The deeper he drove his tool, the louder Kathy's moans had become, and the louder she became, the deeper Terry drove her own finger in her now dripping pussy. 

"Fuck my ass you bastard, fuck my big ass like you mean it!!" were the first intelligible word that Kathy had uttered since Terry had been watching. As she heard those words, Terry had the second orgasm of the day, she still couldn't believe she was watching her best friend being fucked in the ass, and even more unbelievable was that she was witnessing the whole scene. The man was furiously slamming his cock in and out of her ass, his breathing was becoming labored as they continued. Terry knew that was the sign, and it was only seconds when his body went stiff.

"AGGGGGHHHHHH!! I'm CUMMMMMMING."

His hands gripped Kathy's hips even tighter as he pumped harder and harder as his cum entered Kathy's ass, she bucking back against his thrusts. Terry's finger had found her tightest little hole now, the tip of it entering her ass at the precise time that the stranger had begun to cum, she let her entire finger enter her anus as she looked at Kathy's face, her eyes closed. She couldn't stop herself and Terry let a small moan escape as she began to slide her finger in and out of her rear end and a second later Terry saw Kathy's eyes open, looking straight at her, and wink! The thought about it being a scene was exactly that, A SCENE! Kathy had set her up and Terry was grateful to know she still had the desires of a young woman.



Helping a Friend On Leave



My wife is a beautiful but shy redhead. We met in college during a time in my life when I didn't know what I wanted to do or what kind of woman I wanted to be with. At the time we met I was going out with my wife's friend and she was dating someone else. Through a long string of events we became friends, fell in love and eventually married. We are now both in our middle twenties and at a place in our lives were we are not ready for a family. I have been with wilder women but there is something about Ana that drives me wild. Even in the passion of sex she seems shy. It is this shyness that has possibly attracted me to her but it seems like behind that shyness a great sexual power is trying to come out. There are many stories to share about her but I will start with something that happened last winter:

I walked into the bathroom of the hotel room and looked into the shower. Ana was washing her red hair that falls to just around her shoulders. Her back was to me and a white stream of soap was running down over creamy skin and disappearing between her ass. 

I told her that we needed to leave in 45 minutes. She turned her head around and nodded. 

We were in town to see my friend Bill. He was home on leave from fighting in the sand box in the Middle East. Bill had 5 days of leave, I considered myself lucky that he was spending a day or two of it with me. He spent his first night home with his family. His wife's flight was canceled yesterday evening and she was supposed to be able to make in today. Bill, his wife Susan, Ana and I were going to have dinner and then go out to a comedy club. 

I finished getting ready and tied my black dress shoes. We had decided to dress up a little to make the occasion a little more special. Ana walked out of the bathroom with a gush of steam behind her. She said she had to do her hair and then she would get dressed. After collecting somethings from her bags she walked back into the bathroom. I asked her how she was going to do her hair.

"I was thinking of leaving it curly tonight but I was going to put some stuff in to give it that wet look, is that okay?," she said.

I told her that was fine by me. I always thought it made her look some how more mischievous and natural at the same time. When I asked her what she was going to wear tonight she said she didn't know yet.

I walked into the bathroom to see what she was doing and her towel was fallen around her ankles. Both of her arms were raised above her shoulders as she was working in the hair product she mentioned earlier. Her breasts lifted up and down each time she moved her arms and shifted side to side when she would move her hands about. Ana's tits were my favorite part of her body. While I normally like larger breast, her C cups were wonderful in my hands. Her entire body was like fresh cream. I noticed that her two pink nipples were a little hard. I walked behind her and cupped her breasts. From my new vantage point I noticed that she had freshly shaved the area around her vagina. There was a small area right above her clit where she left her red pubic hair in a small strip. When she shaved like that it always turned me on. She let out a impatient sigh and promptly informed me that I if I got in the way we would be late. She was right so I let go of her and watched as her breast resumed their slight motion as she finished her hair. Seeing her get ready always excited me and touching her had caused me to get a little hard. She pushed me away with her ass reminding me didn't have time. As I walked out of the bathroom she looked over at me and smiled while saying.

"You did feel good though and since we got this hotel room, you might get lucky tonight."

I went back into the room and turned on the television but there was nothing on. Ana asked me how warm it was supposed to be tonight. I told I thought it wasn't supposed to get below 70. She that was good because she bought a new skirt and wanted to wear it tonight. I sat back in the chair and closed my eyes as I was tired from driving in that day. 

I woke up a short time later to Ana moving something about on the bed. She was pulling out a light sweater that covered up her shoulders. I looked over and she was wearing a rather short white skirt for her. It came down enough that it covered up everything but it kind of puffed out so that it seemed her bottom would flash if she spun around. She had on a black top with string straps that showed off a lot of cleavage, at least while she was bent over. She asked if I was ready and I said yes. I glanced down at my watch and I realized we needed to leave very soon. I stood up and stretched and looked over at Ana. She was particularly sexy tonight. Her red curly hair was shiny from the hair product she used and the contrast between the black top and white skirt was stunning on her. She sat down on he bed and pulled a black stocking up her right leg. I moved over in front of her to see what she was wearing underneath. She had on a very sheer white thong. After putting on her left stocking she pushed me aside to look in the mirror. She lifted her skirt up to make sure her stockings were up all the way. As I admired her reflection in the mirror I could see the pubic hair she, left like a hazy fire right above her vagina. She dropped her skirt and slide on the black sweater over her shoulder. I was little disappointed when I noticed it covered up much of her cleavage. I asked her why she had put on the stockings since she hardly ever wore them. She smiled and said we don't get a chance to go out much and wanted to look nice. She mentioned as an afterthought.

"I imagine Bill wouldn't want to hang out with someone hard on the eyes after being over there for 6 months" and laughed.

We hurried out to the car and doubled checked to make sure we had everything. She gave me here ID since she didn't want to carry a purse and I slid my phone in my pocket and we were off.

The restaurant we picked wasn't too fancy but served good steaks. Bill said he wanted to go somewhere he could get a cold beer and nice steak. When we got there Bill hadn't arrived yet. We put our name on the list and sat at the bar. I ordered a beer and Ana said she wanted Cosmo. Ana doesn't drink much so I was a little surprised. We sat with our backs to the bar so we would notice when Bill and his wife came in. I look down and noticed Ana had on a pair of very expensive looking black high-heeled shoes. She saw me looking at them said she felt like splurging the other day. Her long black stocking covered legs looked great siting next to me. Her skirt fell so that it covered the tops of the stockings but the way she was sitting made it look like the skirt was shorter than it really was. A man walk past us and dropped his phone. He wasn't very concerned about being noticed checking out my wife's legs. I wonder how much of an accident it was that he dropped his phone. On his way up from reaching down for his phone Ana uncrossed her legs and sat a hand in her lap. It looked like her cheeks were a little flushed but I couldn't tell because just then Bill walked in. He came over to us and I gave him a big hug. He looked good but a little skinny. Ana jumped off the stool she was sitting on and Bill gave her a bear hug. I noticed as he set her down that I was right about her skirt. It furled out a bit and I caught a glimpse of the bottom of her ass. 

Dinner was uneventful but Bill was a little upset since his wife still wasn't in town. Apparently there was a wild-cat pilot strike at the airline she was to fly on and only about half the flights were get out of her airport. She was supposed to be here in the morning. I could tell he was upset since he hadn't seen her in six months. On our way out Ana went to the bathroom and Bill told me he was really looking forward to having sex with his wife and the delay wasn't helping anything. We decided to drive together to the comedy club. 

While we were in line to get tickets Bill leaned over to me and said,

"No disrespect man but Ana looks so hot tonight."

I nodded and said she does. I wasn't worried about Bill, we had been friend since middle school and he was always respectful towards Ana.

The club had a two drink minimum so when the waitress came around before the first act Ana order another Cosmo. Bill said if he wasn't going to be with his wife tonight he might as well get drunk while he could. He ordered a couple shots and told the waitress to keep them coming. I ordered a beer since I figured I would need to drive Bill home. The first act was okay but you could tell he was new. Ana ordered another Cosmo when the waitress came and got up to go to the bathroom. Bill was starting to get a little drunk and said rather loudly that he couldn't believe the way Ana looked. The bathroom was on the other side of the club and Ana had to walk just within the brightly lit area around the stage. Her skirt had become rather transparent in the strong light and you could clearly see her white thong as she walked away. We talked a bit while Ana was in the restroom and Bill told me that his wife never dressed like as she was raised very conservatively. I informed Bill that Ana hardly ever dressed like that herself. 

Bill said, "Luck me" with a wink.

Ana came back right before the next act. I could tell she was getting a little drunk and when she sat down next to me she laughed as she saw on my face that I could tell the drinks were getting to her. The next act was must better and the waitress came in the middle of the act to see if we wanted more drinks. Bill switched to beer but first demanded that we all drink one last shot with him. By the end of the act we were all feeling good and Ana's white cheeks had turned a rose color from the warmth of the club, the drinks and laughing. While the last act was getting ready Ana took off her black sweater that was covering her shoulders. I watched Bill eyes follow her cleavage as she sat down. His eye caught mine and he smiled at me. The last act was off a bit but we all felt very much like continuing the evening afterwards. 

We walked across the street to a bar that was full but not packed. When we got close to being inside Ana exclaimed that she had lost her sweater. Bill nudged her a little and said she didn't need it. The bar was much warmer than the club so he was right but I am not sure that's what he meant. Just inside the bar two large men were checking ID. It seemed they were checking only half heartedly. Ana was the first to be stopped. Bill was between Ana and I and before I could get her ID out of my wallet she had got past the bouncers. In what I could only say shocked me she asked the bouncers if she had to have her ID. One of the bouncers mumble yeah but the other looked interested in what she meant. Telling she had the attention of one of them she spun around and lifted up her skirt very quickly. The uninterested bouncer become much more interested. Bill shouted in excitement and before the now interested bouncer could say anything she quickly grabbed Bill's hand and hurried inside. The bouncer checked my ID and said the fee was ten bucks. Wanting to get inside quickly I paid. Bill and Ana were standing next to a tall table near the dance floor. Bill looked a little worried that I would be mad but also looked very happy. After worrying about him being in a war zone for 6 months seeing him happy was well worth it. He slipped away to the bathroom. 

Ana whispered in my ear that she was sorry and that she was just having fun. I told her to not worry about it and I thought it was hot what she did and that Bill needed some attention. She whispered again that she was getting very horny and couldn't wait to get back to the room with me. Bill came back with 3 shots which we all downed together. Ana said that she wanted to dance and took me out on the floor. There wasn't much room and it was an older slow song that nobody was really into. I told her that she should dance a couple songs with Bill since he was alone and it was kind of his night. She said that was fine with her. We went back to where Bill was. I told him to go dance with my wife as a new song came on. He looked at me to make certain it was okay. I nodded and off they went. At first Bill and Ana looked a little awkward together but more people came onto the floor and the were pushed together a little. They were dancing face to face and Bill was looking down her top a lot. I figured it was no big deal and I was just happy he was home for a bit. They slowly became more comfortable dancing together and Ana put her arms on his waist. The floor wasn't that far away and I could tell she was enjoying Bill's attention. A really popular rap song came on and I could tell Ana got excited. She moved around so her back was facing Bill and started to grind into him. 

I started to think about one time Ana I were in bed together when we first started dating and getting ready to have sex. Some how we got talking about the night before and I started teasing her about how much it looked like she enjoyed dancing with another guy at a party we were at. She said very shyly that he had gotten really hard. I asked her if she liked it and she nodded. That got us both turned on and I slide into her warm pussy. She was really getting into it and I asked if she liked to feel a hard dick next to her. She sighed yes. I asked her had it happened before and she nodded. I begged her to tell me about it and she start off slowly.

She said that she had been at a party with some of her college friend in another town. There were a bunch of people dancing and a big guy came up her behind and start grinding. At first she said she was a little nervous since he was a bit rough but decided to dance a little. As soon as she pushed back against him he got hard. She then told me how she danced with him for about 10 minutes teasing him by alternating between grinding into him with her ass and rubbing against him with her pussy. 

After hearing that I couldn't hold out any longer and put out to cum on her stomach.

I snapped myself out of my memory and saw my wife bent over at a 90 degree angle up against my best friend's crotch. Bill was staring down and I saw that Ana's skirt had folded over on top of itself on her ass. He must have been getting a great view of her thong. The song was really rocking and all kinds of girls around Bill and Ana were doing much nastier things. Ana looked over at me with a worried look and I smiled back at her. What she was doing was turning me on and my thoughts about the time she had whimpered in my ear about how much she liked teasing while dancing only made my dick grow harder. I looked down at my drink and the song came to a stop. Bill looked over at me with a worried but happy expression. I gave him a thumbs up and shrugged. I could tell he was getting very drunk. Another song came on and they danced again. I imagine since Bill could tell I saw him, they didn't get so wild this time. Ana had spun around and was rubbing up into him and ever so often up and down Bill's leg. After the song was over they both came back to the table and Ana quickly excused herself to get more drinks. Bill was as drunk as I thought he was and said he was sorry but that was the first time he been close to a woman in along time. He then asked me if I or Ana would tell his wife that they had danced like that. I shook my head no. Ana came back stumbling a bit with the drinks but said she was too hot and wanted to leave. We all agreed to go and finished the drinks.

There was no way Bill was going to drive home and I was getting to feel a little buzzed. Ana said she wasn't able to drive. Bill said that he might walk home in a drunken stupor. I laughed and said no way. He then asked if we would mind him staying in our room, that way I didn't have to drive him across town to his family's house. I said that's fine. He added he didn't mind sleeping on the floor. Ana said we would work something out.

We got to the car and Ana climbed in back seat so that Bill wouldn't have to maneuver in and out. We started chatting and she leaned between the front seats to hear. Her legs were spread wide open and her breasts were about to fall out of her tight top she was leaning forward so far. Bill also saw this and was taking in the view. This was very much unlike Ana but I figured the dancing and drinks had relaxed her, maybe too much. Bill kept up a conversation with her so that he could keep his eye on her. At the first red light I looked over to see her right nipple about to slip out the top. She leaned into my seat and whispered.

"What will it hurt to give Bill a little show, he needs something to think about before his wife gets here tomorrow."

I started thinking that she wasn't as drunk as I thought or yet again she was. My mind was racing between my best friend ogling my wife and my raging hard because of the way she was acting. We pulled into the parking lot of the hotel. I hit one of the speed bumps harder than I should have I heard Bill exhale. I looked over and Ana's right nipple as pouring over her top. I didn't know if I should say something. Did she know or not know.  Either way I didn't want to embarrass my wife by drawing attention. I pulled into a parking place and the street light from the lot illuminated the cab of car. Ana said "oops" and after we both looked she pulled her top back over her breast. I had the first chance to look down further and between Ana's legs. The light was enough that I could see the hint of her red pubic hair and more surprisingly her thong was wrapped tightly against her vagina and the transparent white material was soaking wet. I wondered how much Ana knew she had shown in her harmless backseat show. Bill announced that he had to piss and quickly opened the door. Ana looked at me and smiled with a glazed look in her eye. We got out of the car. Bill was on the other side of a tree pissing. My wife came close to me and asked.

"Do you trust me?" 

"Of course but you're acting kind of crazy tonight."

"Well I am a little drunk and besides I haven't done anything too bad." She said as she squeezed my half erect cock.

"When we get upstairs to the room pretend to fall asleep. I want to help Bill with his 'problem'. I won't cheat, I just want to show off a little and maybe let him jack off while I do it. I promise after he passes out you can fuck me."

I didn't know what to say or even think. My mind was swimming with alcohol, arousal and a worry. Before I could say anything Bill was back and Ana walked ahead to the door. I opened with the pass key and Ana hurried ahead. Bill was having trouble walking and he kept telling me how good of a friend I was. As we walked up the stairs Bill and I could see the tops of Ana's stocking and nearly the bottom of her ass. When I got to our room a rush of cool air hit us. I had forgot I turned off the air conditioner I turned on to cut the heat and steam from Ana's shower.  She hurried over to the unit and bent over at the waist to turn it off. We both got a great view all the way up Ana's skirt. 

Bill flung himself into the chair and Ana said she was going to go the bathroom. Bill seemed a little more sober than before and I could tell he had a huge erection in his pants. I thought about the time had spent away from his family, wife and country and decided what to do. I told Ana through the door I was feeling sick and that I was going to bed. She said that was okay and she would be going to bed as soon as she finished talking to Bill. Bill seemed to be beginning to pass out in the chair. I pulled the cover down and stripped to my boxers. I got in bed, turned out the light by the bed and faced Bill. The only light in the room was coming from the light near Bill. Ana opened the bathroom door and the room filled with more light. The light in the bathroom switched off and she came into my view. She was still dressed and I thought she had changed her mind. Bill had looked up when the bathroom light came into the room. He seemed happy to see Ana again. She sat on the edge of the bed so that her back was facing me and she was facing Bill. I could tell from the reflection in the mirror that her legs were open. The sight of my wife's pussy woke Bill up some. She started talking to him and leaned over like she had done in the car. Once she had Bill's attention again she stood up. She walked over to Bill and sat on his lap so that she was still facing him. Her breast were very close to his face and I couldn't tell but she had to feel his erection. I was about to get up and stop her when she said something in a sort of whisper. It was in hushed voice but loud enough for me to her.




Helping a Friend On Leave



"I know you have been away from you wife for a long time and I appreciate what you are doing over there. I got really turned on dancing with you and giving you that show in car. I want to help you release your tension but you can't ever tell Susan."

Bill nodded in agreement without letting his eyes leave Ana's cleavage. I was still about to stop her when she began again.

"I also love my husband very much so I don't want to hurt him. So I will let you look at me but you can't touch. I will show you whatever you want to see and you can touch yourself but not me, okay?"

Bill said that was fine.

Ana got up slowly and asked what Bill wanted. He said we wasn't sure. She turned around and bent over and waived her ass in his face. She said that she would strip but that they needed to be quite and quick.

She sat on the bed and started to take her heels off. Bill shook his head no. She giggled loudly and stood up. Her black top came off first and then she undid her skirt and let it fall to the ground. I heard a zipper unzip and saw Bill's right shoulder move. He was jerking off in front of my wife. Ana's hand came behind her and undid her bra. She turned around again and wiggled her ass for Bill. This time she looked at me and smiled. I smiled back and realized she wouldn't go too far or at least hoped. She dropped her hands and I saw her wonderful milky breasts. She spun around and moved her chest back and forth for Bill. He let out a small sigh. From the reflection I saw Ana's face. She was flushed red and her curly red hair looked wild and untamed. Her lips were curled into a shy smile and her eyes were fixed on Bill touching himself. She then stepped very close to Bill and pulled her panties down very quickly. Bills quickened his pace. Her pussy had to have been very close to his face but I couldn't tell because it was just out of the view in the reflection. Her right hand slid down the front of her crotch and it looked like she was rubbing herself now. Her left hand came up to her left breast and she started squeezing it. Bill was mumbling something and Ana lifted her left leg unto the left arm rest of Bill's chair. I could now see Bill masturbating like mad and part of Ana's pussy lips. Her pussy was directly in front of Bill's face and he tried to put his face into it. She grabbed his head with her left hand and held onto it so he couldn't lick her. 

"No, you can't do that." she panted as her right rubbed her pussy ever more fiercely.   Her right leg was brushing against his as he shifted about and rubbed his dick up and down.

You can cum on me if you are careful, not on my pussy, my leg, here.

Bill shook his head and with his free hand pointed at her breasts. She looked around briefly as if to see if it was okay. I was too shocked at the show to do or say anything. Before I could respond she took her leg off the arm rest and knelt in front of Bill. Bill's eye grew wide as she looked into his eyes and said. 

"You have such a big cock. I could tell it was big at the bar. It felt so good making you hard. My pussy got so wet when you were rubbing it against me when I was bent over. You like my pussy don't you? You wanted to eat it. You couldn't take you eye's off it in the car. You liked the way it felt when you tried to finger me in the bar, didn't you?

It seemed more happened at the bar then I saw.

"Here, come on my tits, you want to suck them don't you? If you could you would fuck me right here, wouldn't you?"

Bill nodded and closed his eyes. A huge load of cum shot and hit Ana's left nipple.  Several more loads oozed out hitting her underneath her breast and on the floor in front of her. Bill sat there in bliss slowly stroking his dick. Ana took her finger and rub his cum over her left breast. She lifted herself up onto the bed and with her right hand started rubbing herself. I could see in the mirror that a large amount of his cum had pooled on her left leg at the edge of her stocking. Bill looked like he was passing out. Ana moved her hand down to her leg and start rubbing her hand over his cum and into her leg. She quickly shuttered in orgasm.   

She looked over to me and smiled and whispered that I give her a second. She grabbed her shirt and toweled off the rest of Bill's cum from her body. She pulled Bill's pants the rest of the way off and pulled his boxer over his sticky crotch. Quickly going to the closet she got an extra blanket and covered him. Prancing past me she ran into bathroom and I heard the shower start. Several minutes later she came into the room shimmering with water and sex.

To be continued . . .



Helping A Lady Per Family's Wish



I am Jayesh from India

In life one gets a chance to fuck a quite a lot of girls/ladies in the life, but one remembers only those with fond memories and only few of them may touch one heart. But here is a case, which I will never forget in my life. Now let me narrate the whole incident. 

I was lonely son of my family and both of parents were working and we had a relatively liberal atmosphere in home. Discussion about sex was not a taboo and we freely discussed about sex and we had jointly watched Sharon Stone's hot movie "Basic Instinct" and my parents constantly asked me about my girlfriends and always advised me about doing sexual activity in safe way.

One of our family friend was seriously injured in an accident so my father, mother and me went to see Mr. Ratnesh in the hospital. When we went to the ward his wife who was 32 year was standing outside the ward and her name was Mallika and welcomed us and I told her who was the uncle. 

She replied with soft voice that he was fine but his one kidney was failed due to the accident. Actually I had always had a crush for Mallika as she was very horny and at this age also she did maintain her figure. Her figure was 36-27-37. Then soon we went inside the room and talk with Ratnesh and he was very disappointed and told my father that his kidney was failed and now he cannot at all do any heavy work in life. 

We stayed there for some time and mine while I was asked by uncle (Mr. Ratnesh) to take aunty to buy some medicines for him, so my father told me to go with her. Soon I went in my car with Mallika aunty to take medicines, she was just looking gorgeous in a sari, as we had good relation with their family she used to talk with me freely. After few minutes aunty told me that now your uncle cannot do any heavy work as doctors has told him. I asked Mallika aunty which kind of heavy he cannot do and then aunty just told me that heavy work also include any sexual activity. I was just surprised to hear these from the aunty mouth.

Now let me tell you that they did not had a child. I told her that there is nothing to worry and soon he would recover he will be fine and his life will normal again. Then aunty was just in tension as it was seen from her face. Then I asked aunty why she was in tension, and then she told me that she wanted to tell me something so she had just called me here in the hospital by ringing to my house. Also she wanted to discuss it with my parents

I told her aunty just free to tell me anything u wanted.

She first told me that pleases do not tell anyone about these matter except your parents, I promised her the and she told me that " Amar now because of the accident your uncle has lost the kidney and doctor has told that he cannot do sex because of these. As such your uncle had some problem so he cannot became father for rest of his life, then Mallika aunty told me that now she will not give birth to any child and she had an desire since a long time to be the mother". I told aunty not to worry; these all is the matter of destiny.

Mallika aunty then told me that she really wanted to be a mother, and last night she had discussed with Ratnesh uncle all thing about these and finally they had decided to take help from me. I did not understand, so I asked her ' what type of help can I provide". Aunty told me that " Amar will u help me to be a mother of a child by having sex with me", I told her that it was not proper as she was our family friend wife and all will know.

She told me that she has already discussed this with my father and mother and they have no objection for it. I was just surprised and astonished by this statement of her.

She told me Jayesh please accept this and make me happy by giving me a child. Soon the shop of chemist came and she went and brought the medicine for the uncle & again sat back in the car, then she told me that uncle and my parents had just sent her to talk with me, I was surprised at first but latter she told me that she is just doing all these to please her husband and to give him a child. She told her that her husband was not a hypocrite and he has accepted his fate.

I was so nervous that I did not understand what to do? As I never saw Mallika aunty in such high tension. I kept on thinking about the conversation for few minutes until the hospital came. It was strange but the request was there so I thought to help them and make the aunty happy and I told aunty " yes I will give u child just to make u happy " after hearing these she had a smile on her face and she told me that I can come to her house tonight to talk more with them as she was all alone tonight. Soon we left the hospital and the whole day I was thinking about these.

After reaching my home both my parents called me and asked about my talk with Mallika I was initially hesitant but constant smiling by my mother I told them about the entire dialogue and then they said that have permitted them to use my service as my parents wanted me to have some experience of manhood and they asked me to keep strict confidentially of our venture and wished me a best luck.

I was in high spirits after receiving permission from my parents.

At night I went to Mallika aunt's house. I reached there on dot and was received by Mallika aunty at the door with warmth and affection. She took me inside her house and asked me to sit down. Then she told me that she & her hubby was very thankful to my parents for this help and offer 

She then asked me to sit and get relaxed and she would come back soon. I waited for about few minutes and then she told me to " Jayesh come to the bed room so that we can talk and enjoy our mission ". I slowly started walking towards the room with my heart beating fast, abnormally fast. I saw the room was decorated with flowers d me coffee.

Now I told aunty what all these things meant and she told me not to call her aunty anymore and to just call her as Mallika from today you are my husband as you are helping me to have a child. She then told me that she would soon come back after changing her clothes. After few minutes she came with a pink color sari in which she was just looking great and came and sat beside me. I told Mallika you are looking great,and she said you naughty boy .

I then told her that I do not know much about sex, she told me that do not worry at all she knew all the things and as she was just near to her periods , she had decided all these things so that soon she would be pregnant, I asked her that would she be pregnant in just one day, to which she told me that she was nearing to her periods and it were not a safe days". 

Mallika then sat on the bed and covered her face with sari pallu. I gathered sufficient courage and I took a deep breath and slowly reached out to remove her pallu. I removed the pallu with trembling hands and saw her face, my finger touched her face and started tracing all over her lips, cheeks, and necks. I brought my finger back to her lops and tried to put it in her mouth. 

She then opened her mouth and made my finger went. She started sucking it. By now we both had become bolder and without hesitation she pulled me near her face and kissed me deeply and soon started to suck my tongue and our saliva were meeting each others. We kissed each other for some time and then I again pushed my tongue inside her mouth. Our tongue played with each other's.

I was holding her very tight in my embrace, my hands encircling her body. Our kisses become hotter with each passing second, exploring each other mouth. She was moaning" aaaaahhhhh ooooo Jayesh you are very good make me mother of your child" now I was pressing her boobs and with other hand was on her buttocks. 

She told me " we are hot by now and ready for game and I told her Mallika please remove your clothes to which she replied no I am not going to remove my clothes and just gave wicked smile –and then, I pulled her from bed and started taking off her sari, then blouse. The moment I saw her boobs trapped in the bra, I was in the heaven. I slowly put my hands on her bra and pressed them, as I wanted the whole thing. So I took of her bra and the most tantalizing boobs were in front of me, I forgot everything and attacked them as if it was the end of the world.

I pressed them so hard that she cried out in pain " darling do it slowly it pains" I was not listening to all this and carried on pressing and twisting the nipples between my finger. I took one nipples in my mouth and sucked and played with it and only god know how long and the other hands was busy kneading the other boob.

She was trembling and feeling weak and wanted to sit on the bed. I stopped all activities and then removed her petticoat. She was just in panty. I had also started taking off my clothes, but I just stopped it then and said Mallika you have to remove o my clothes and She started taking off my clothes and soon even I was in my underwear.

I led her to the bed again. This time there was nothing to stop us from making love. Once again on the bed I started licking her forehead down to her nose her lips to throat then her breasts nipples and then I inserted her right nipple inside my mouth for some time then her left nipple she was also holding my head against her body so tightly then I moved down to her deep naval I licked her naval clean I inserted my tongue into her deep naval and licked her naval sides clean then followed down to her bushy cunt and at first I took down her panty and started licking her pussy, inserted my tongue in her Vagina also other hand was still busy massaging her boobs while the other was opening her pussy lips and twiddling her clit. 

She was getting one hand and placed it on my head, pushing me harder in her pussy while her other hand was fondling my cock. She was thrusting her hips upwards to meet my probing tongue. It was too good to last any longer and while moaning, she jerked hard, thrust her hip upwards and I could feel her cunt muscles twitching and then she had her first orgasm. I drank all her juice and then licked her pussy clean. She had the most satisfying smile on her face.

But I was still horny. My cock was rock hard and I asked her to suck my cock. At first, she was hesitant but on my persistent demand, she took my cock head in her mouth. She licked the pre-cum and slowly she started taking the entire rod in her mouth all the while looking at me as if to ask if she was doing fine. I thrust my cock deep in her mouth and started fucking her mouth. Very soon she got the hang up of sucking and licking and masturbating my cock. She was engrossed in sucking and soon after about 10 minutes, I shot out my load in her mouth. She gagged and wanted to take her mouth away but I pressed her head and kept my tool in her mouth till I emptied my balls of juice in her mouth

 Both of us rested for a short while, facing each other, holding each other tight. I held her more tightly and whispered in her ears "Mallika you are sexy and horny like Marilyn Monroe, to which she whispered in my ears I like you and always think about you ". Saying these words I hugged her more tightly and started kissing her neck and cheeks. My hard cock was trying to get in between her thighs. My kisses aroused her and she wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tightly. I then put my lips on her lips. I sucked her lips for a while then I inserted my tongue into her mouth. She hugged me more tightly and started sucking my tongue. We both lay on the bed with arms around each other and continued kissing. After about fifteen minutes I started kissing her neck, ears and finally her breasts. I licked her boobs for five minutes and then I took her one nipple in my mouth and started sucking it. 

In Mean time I held her hand with mine and she held my Penis and left it immediately saying "this is too big like a spear" .I again held her hand and put it on my cock and said "Mallika, love this and think it as key for happiness which you are longing". She then moved her hand on my Penis and pressed the head of my cock saying, "where is the lock", after this she tried to hide her face in my chest feeling shy. I then moved my hand down and inserted between her thighs and pressed her pussy with my palm and said "lock is here" She pressed my Penis and said "No dear how would such Hugh key go in this small lock" and I inserted a finger in her wet and hot Vagina.

She then moaned and tightened her thighs, which gave me more pleasure. I said "Mallika Darling, don't worry I would properly lubricate my penis and insert it slowly in your vagina and once it is in vagina I would not allow it to come out." She moaned and kissed on my ear and said, "You just speak few naughty words". "Don't you like it " I said and bit on her nipple. She hugged me more tightly and said, "yes I feel good. I and my husband never spoke such erotic and naughty things ". "o.k. we would do it now" I replied. She did not reply but brought her hand near her mouth and poured some saliva on it and rubbed it on my penis and started masturbation. This made me more exited. I put my tongue in her mouth and suck her lips and said " Mallika do you want my cock in your pussy" She pressed my cock more tightly and said "your cock is too big it is going to burst my pussy and my pussy is too tight" an so She sucked my tongue and said "but this big cock would give pleasure and my pussy is just thirsty for it.

She brought my cock near her pussy and rubbed it on her pussy hairs. I kissed on her eyes and said " I would lubricate you pussy with my tongue". She hugged me with a loud moan and said "O.K. you lubricate my pussy and I would lubricate you cock." Then we assumed 69 positions. 

First I licked boobs and she took my cock in her mouth and started sucking it. We did this for about 20 minutes. Then I stood up and placed a pillow under her waist, this exposed her vagina more. She gripped my cock and brought it near her mouth and spit on it and rubbed her saliva on my penis. But her saliva was not enough to lubricate my big cock. She asked me to pour my saliva into her mouth. I gathered some saliva in my mouth and then while kissing her I poured it into her mouth. This filled her mouth with saliva.

She took my entire penis into her mouth and with her tongue she rubbed saliva on it. As she brought my cock out of her mouth it was fully bathed by our saliva. I spread her legs and placed my penis on her vagina. She hugged me tightly and took my tongue into her mouth and started sucking it. I pressed my penis into her tight vagina but could not insert in her vagina. She was really very tight. I kept pressing my cock on her hole.

She continued sucking my tongue and brought her hand under her hips and parted her pussy lips. This gave way to my penis in her vagina. As the head of my penis entered in her tight hole I pressed my penis more and with a 2 hard jerks I inserted my whole penis in her tight vagina. She gripped me tight and her nails pressed into my back and shouted with pain "Ooee ah oh ooee hi ma .It's paining your cock has teased my pussy." I kissed on her lips and said "your Pussy is too tight like a virgin" After few seconds I started slow fuck of her pussy, she was now feeling a little less pain and started enjoying the thrusts. She inserted her tongue in my mouth saying "Your cock is too long big and good and my pussy is too tight and from now on only this cock would fuck me and I would enjoy its pleasure" We continued kissing, hugging and talking filthy with slow movements of my penis in her vagina. After about 10 minutes I started moving my penis in and out of her vagina very fast like a super fast train. She also responded by moving her hips up and down. 

This made me horny and I started fucking her like a mad dog. During the aching her cotters and this touch was increasing our pleasure. During fucking I continued kissing her lips and tongue. After about twenty minutes, I cummed deep inside her vagina. At the same time she also reached her second orgasm. She tightened her pussy and squeezed every drop of cum with her pussy. After that I did not withdrew my penis from her vagina We remained in this position for about 15 minutes. After which we started kissing again. With her warm kisses my cock got erection again and I started slow jerks in her pussy. I withdrew my cock from her pussy and lifted her legs up so that her knees met her shoulder. I entered her pussy again. 

This time it went in easily and fucked her hard. All the while she was moaning- aaaahhhhh, oooohhh. Fuck me more fuck me hard. The fast movement of my cock entering her pussy and coming out for the next thrust was giving me immense pleasure. After about 17/18 minutes of intense hard fuck, I was ready to explode again. With a loud grunt, I cummed in her pussy. Our juices mixed and a little bit started coming out. After this tiresome fucking we laid motionless for about one hour. Then again we started fucking and during the night we fucked 4 times. 

During the next 4 months it became a ritual for us. I used to go to their house at any time convenient to fucked Mallika and us. Then one day Mr. Ratnesh gave me the good news that Mallika is pregnant. Mallika gave birth to our daughter.

Mr. Ratnesh was disappointed and asked me to give him a son. Well my relations with Mallika continued till I left my town for higher studies. She later on gave birth to our son.

My parents were happy with my venture indeed a successful venture.



Helping a Maiden in Distress



By the time I crested the hill I was doing a solid eighty. The rain had quit a couple of hours ago and for some reason the traffic was almost non-existent. I had only seen a couple of cars going in the opposite direction in the last hour or so and none going my way. Fantastic, I would make good time getting to Cheyenne. I was going to meet some guys there for a week-long hunting trip that we had talked about for a very long time and I didn't want to be late.

Oh, oh, what was that? I had just passed what looked like a disabled car with a woman alongside of it trying to flag me down. I screeched to a stop and then backed up to her. 

"What seems to be the problem Miss?" I asked.

She looked to be in her late twenties and the tears were pouring out of her so fast she couldn't speak. 

"Miss, get a hold of yourself and tell me what's wrong. Maybe I can help"

"You probably can but I don't have any money to pay either you or anyone else for their help." She muttered.

"First things first. What the hell is your problem?" I asked somewhat roughly.

"This piece of shit of a car won't run. It started stuttering a mile or so back and finally died." She answered.

"Are you out of gas?" I asked.

"I don't know. The gauge stopped working months ago and my old boyfriend never got it fixed." 

Damn, a real brainchild. 

"Look, I have a gallon of gas in a can I was going to use for a small boat engine that we can try and see if it will solve your problem. Hold on and I'll dig it out."

I poured the gallon into her tank and then cranked her engine over for a full minute before it roared to life. I simply smiled and said, "Problem solved."

"No it's not. That may have been the cause but as I told you I don't have any money to fill the thing with fuel and one gallon won't get me very far. Could you see your way clear to loan me enough to fill the tank? "

"Honey, with the price of gas today you are talking about way over forty bucks." I answered.

She shut off her engine and came out of her car and got in my van and said, "I'd do almost anything for the loan."

With that she reached over and had her hand running up and down my upper thigh. The next thing I knew she had unzipped my fly and her hand had pulled my soft cock out. She repositioned her ass to give her room to bend towards me as she lowered her face to my crotch. I instantly felt the heat of her mouth as her lips wrapped around my shaft and her tongue began flicking back and forth over the head of my growing hard on. "Hold on honey," I moaned as I pushed her off me and back up to a sitting position.

"I don't remember agreeing to loan you the money and if I did how the hell are you going to get that junker down to the nearest station that is probably twenty miles or so down the road to fill it. Where the hell are you going anyway?"

"Oh shit, I never thought about getting the car to the station. I have to get to Rapid City, South Dakota for a job interview. It will be the chance of a lifetime for me and if I don't get there the day after tomorrow I'm sunk. How far are you going anyhow?" She blurted out.

"I'm only going to Cheyenne which is about three hundred miles south of Rapid City so I can only give you a ride for a small part of your trip. In addition, I'm going on a week long hunting trip and don't have forty bucks to spare for your gasoline."

"Damn, I was ready to turn myself into a whore with you just to get the money for gas and it wouldn't have worked anyway." She said as the tears started to flow again.

"The only suggestion I can make, and it isn't a very nice one, is that there are three other guys going to be at the hunting camp I'm going to. Between us I am sure we could squeeze out the money you would need for a service truck to go back and get your car and then give you enough money to fill it with gas and still give you enough for gas to get you back home. However, you will probably end up having to service all of us before you go."

"Oh my God. You mean I would have to fuck and suck each of you?" She shrieked.

"I'm afraid that's about it. We are all decent guys so you wouldn't have to worry about any diseases or any of us getting rough with you. It would all be plain ole sex that we don't get from our wives." I answered.

She got very quiet and then said. "Well let me go back to my car and get my stuff out of it in case some asshole likes it more than I do and then get the show on the road. I think I am going to have a very sore pussy and mouth by morning."

As soon as she got in my car I slid the seat back and motioned for her to get back to what she was doing before our big conversation.

Whew, this gal can sure suck cock. She had me harder than a steel rod in a minute or so and then had most of my eight inches deep in her mouth. She moved and knelt up on her seat so she could really get at me and it didn't seem long before her lips were kissing my pubic hair. That was it. She had put her hand down to caress my balls and as she touched them the heat began deep inside of me and I exploded. I hadn't had sex in over a week and I let a huge load fill her mouth and she was doing her best to swallow it but a lot was escaping around my shaft. I reached behind me to the rear seat and jerked a towel from my backpack to wipe up the mess that was starting on my lap. She grabbed the towel and cleaned both of us up pretty well.

"Well, honey, that's one less cock you have to suck but you can bet your ass I'll have it in your pussy or up your ass before this night is over. Say, by the way, I'm Jim, what do they call you besides a great cocksucker?"

"Oh aren't you the real smart mouth. I'm Judy. And I hope you were joking about putting that thing up my ass. I tried that once before with a cock a lot smaller than yours and it nearly tore me apart. In my pussy, yes, but not up my ass." 

"Well, let's see how the night goes." I answered.

We pulled into the camp right at the time the guys were putting some steaks on the grill for dinner and when I told them the deal I had made with Judy Big Sam threw another chunk of beef on the fire and said to Tony, 

"You take over for me now, Judy and I have some business to take care of." As he was saying that he took Judy by the hand and led her to the back bedroom.

I never told Judy how Big Sam had got his name. We had all seen him in the shower and he had one huge cock. I don't think any of had seen him hard but I was betting he had close to twelve inches of hard pork he was about to introduce her to.

They weren't back there for more than a minute before we all heard her shriek,

"I'll never be able to get all of that in me." It then got very quiet but we could hear some muffled sounds coming from them.

It wasn't much later that we heard "Fuck me, Oh yes fuck me with that thing. Oh God, ram it to me."

And ram it to her he must have done before we then heard, "Oh God, I am going to explode. Sam, keep fucking me."

It wasn't much later than they came out and rejoined the rest of us. Sam had a huge smile on his face and she had a glow on hers. We enjoyed our steaks and I figured that before the rest of these guys had opened her pussy up neither her or I would ever feel my cock in her so I took her by the hand and went back to another of the cabin's bedrooms. I didn't know if Sam had worn a condom but I damn sure wasn't going to slush around in Big Sam's joy juices.

I had her strip as she got near the bed and then pulled her down on top of my hard on. 

"Judy, I know that Sam opened your pussy up and I'm not going to try and compete with his cock. I am going to do as I told you in the car and fuck your ass. I want you to suck me to get me rock hard and I am going to use some Vaseline that's here in the medicine cabinet to lube us up. I'm then going to open that ass of yours but I will be very tender and careful not to hurt you too bad." 

"Oh Geez, what have I gotten myself into? Jim, please just let me suck you better than I did in the car rather than fuck my ass."

"Nope, I'm afraid your ass is in for an introduction to my cock."

I smeared a glob on the head of my cock and then down the sides of my shaft before I fingered another glob around and into her puckered asshole. I gave her a kiss while I was doing that to muffle the sounds I felt she would make with even my finger going into her forbidden hole. I rolled on top of her and positioned the head directly in front of her ass and then thrust gently towards it. When the head of my cock touched her ass she retreated back on the bed and said, "Oh God, Jim. You are going to kill me with that and then I wont be any good to any of you."

"Judy, hush. I am going to go very very slowly. As I was saying that I pushed my ass a little harder towards hers and the head of my cock popped in her tight little hole. She gulped and began a scream and I covered her mouth with my hand and then dropped my lips to hers and gave her another huge kiss. That quieted her down and we just lay like that for a minute or so before I began another push into her. This went on for a solid five minutes before I was buried to the hilt. 

"Judy, I am in all the way. That wasn't too bad now was it?"

She was sobbing silently and her whole body was shaking with her sobs. "Jim, it is hurting unbelievably."

"Honey, I am going to start thrusting in and out and I know it isn't going to take me long before I am shooting a gallon of come up your sweet little ass. Just bear with me."

I started long slow thrusts and I had my hands on her tits and my mouth on hers as I slid almost all of the way out of her and then all of the way back in. The Vaseline was doing its job for there wasn't any of the friction there would have been had I been doing this with both of us dry. After a couple of minutes I could feel her throwing her ass up to meet my downward thrusts. She was actually enjoying it.

I dropped my mouth to her ear and whispered, "You are liking it now. Aren't you?"

"It isn't as bad as I thought it would be. Just fuck me gently but keep on going all of the way in and most of the way out. I am going to use my fingers on my pussy to see if I can come at the same time you do."

That was all I need to hear and my thrusts became harder and faster and I could feel her legs wrapping around the back of my upper thighs as I drove my thick eight inches all the way in. She was reaching up and pulling my mouth to hers for one long kiss after the other and that was all I needed to feel before I was shooting load after load deep up her tight little asshole. God, I never felt anything like it before.

"Jim, please do something for me. Please, please don't tell either of the other guys that you fucked my ass. I enjoyed it with you but I never want to do it with any of them. I'll fuck and suck them but not like that. OK?"

"OK, if you agree that before the night is over you will let me fuck your ass again."

"Oh Geez, OK."

"You better make sure you get all of the Vaseline wiped off of you for if any of them feel it they will know exactly what you and I did."

"OK, thanks."

We went back to the guys and Tony took her by the hand and guided her to the third bedroom. It didn't take them long before they were back with a huge smile plastered all over Tony's face. I didn't know if she sucked or fucked him but he was happier than hell. It was Bill's turn next and as I walked past the bedroom they were using I saw him in action. He had her bent over a chair and was pouring it to her pussy from the rear as hard as he could. She was reaching between her legs and had her hand massaging his balls. It didn't take him long before he was bellowing his own loud moan.

All in all I would say the guys were happier than larks.

"Hey fellows, Judy has done her part and now we have to do ours. I'm throwing twenty bucks in the kitty and if each of you do the same she'll have enough to fill her tank to get where she's going and then back home again. If anyone wants to throw in a tip I am sure it will be greatly appreciated."

Judy was all smiles and nodded with glee as I mentioned the tips.

They all reached for their wallets and the money pile grew. Big Sam announced that he wanted a blowjob but not in the bedroom. He wanted the rest of us to watch him getting his pipes cleaned by her. It was going to be quite the sight watching her try to get his huge cock in her little mouth.

She took his cock in her hands and massaged it up and down until it was bone hard. I was right; it looked to be close to a foot long when she finally had him erect.

She wrapped her lips around the head of it and then slid her two hands up and down his shaft. All she could get in her mouth was the head and maybe another inch or two but her hands were working the shaft as if it was in her pussy and he was thrusting in and out of her. She got very brave and swung her pussy around to his face and then took her mouth off his cock to say, "Have something to eat Big Sam. You've earned it," as she dropped her pussy down on his mouth.

Sam didn't miss a beat before he had his face buried in her pussy. He was soon going after it as fast and furious as she was sucking and stroking his cock. I think they both came about the same point in time as we saw her squirming her pussy all over his face as she let out one moan after the other. She then pulled her face off his cock and jerked it off to let it shoot high in the air as he let his juices fly. Both she and Sam appeared to have enjoyed their mini sexathon as they lay back with smiles all over their faces.

"Judy, I just went over the cash kitty and it looks as if you did very well. There is exactly one hundred bucks in it so the guys all must have left you a tip and you now have enough to fill your tank for each leg of your trip. If you want I'll drive you back to your car. We can pick up a five-gallon can of gas at a station along the way and then you can return the can when you fill your tank at the same station. What do you say?"

"Sounds great. Hey guys, I hope you enjoyed yourselves for it was something I'll never forget. I hope you do well hunting."

She and I jumped into my van and headed back to her car.

"Judy, I haven't forgotten what you promised me. I am going to get to fuck your sweet little ass one more time before we part. Remember?"

"How could I ever forget something so memorable?" she joked.

"I noticed an auto rest area a few miles from where your car is and we can take care of that there. The seats in the back of this van all lay flat so we'll have plenty of room." I announced.

"Oh Gee, I'm so excited that you have it all planned out so well," she said with the sarcasm dripping off each word.

We got a five-gallon can of gas at the station enroute to her car and left a ten-dollar deposit on the can and we continued on down to her car. It was right where she had left it without any obvious damage.

I pulled into the rest area I had noticed on the way north the previous night and parked back out of the way.

"Judy, jump in the back and let me reintroduce you to my cock."

"Jim, can't I talk you out of this? I'll suck and fuck you until you can't walk if you will just leave my ass alone."

"Honey, your ass is so tight that it gave me the best sex I have had in a long long time. I need one more just like the one I had with you last night. Let's not talk about it anymore. Remember just how much you enjoyed it also and maybe you can get the pain out of your mind."

"Take off your clothes honey and we can be much freer with our actions. I'll do the same and we can get real close."

While I was taking mine off she had gotten hold of the Vaseline and was lubing up her asshole and when she finished with that reached over and lathered it all over my cock. 

"Judy, let's try it a different way. Get up on your hands and knees and I'll slip it to you from the rear. The only negative is that I won't be able to kiss you this way."

I quickly positioned the head of my cock in line with her puckered asshole and gave a slight push. Her asshole retreated from the intruder and I had to hold on to her hips to get into her. When the head of my cock penetrated she let out a small screech but didn't pull away.

"Great honey. I am going to pull your hips back to me as I push my cock into you. I'll have it all the way in before you even know it."

A minute or so later I was buried to the hilt and she was bawling her eyes out. 

I pulled all the way out of her and turned her on her back so I could kiss her while driving my cock in. I locked lips with her and soon had my cock buried again and moved a hand down to play with her clit. That seemed to soften her reaction to the pain and when I dropped my mouth to her breast and locked my lips on a nipple she was moaning with ecstasy. I few thrusts on my part and she was throwing her as up to meet my every move.

"Jim, as much as it hurts me when you first go in me it does feel good once you get it in." 

"Wonderful Judy for I am about to fuck your ass harder than it has ever been fucked before"

"That wouldn't be hard since I told you an old boyfriend tried to do it to me a long time ago and I made him stop for he was hurting me so much and he had a lot smaller cock that you do."

"Oh shut up or I'll get Big Sam to come here with his phone pole of a dick and have him do you." I joked.

"Whew, he would really open me up. I'd wake up in the hospital with them stitching my rectum for hours."

While all of this conversation was going on I had been pulling her up to me as I was driving down into her. When I was all the way in I reached down and lifted her legs up and got every inch of my cock even deeper than it had been. 

"Jim, that's hurting even more."

"Honey, just lay there and enjoy it."

I was pulling her to me as I thrust in and out as hard as I could and got even faster as I felt the heat start to rise in my balls. It didn't take much longer before I was shooting a long stream of my white-hot come up her sweet little ass and she joined me with her own orgasm a few seconds later.

"Oh God Jim, as much as I hate to admit it, that really felt good."

"Wonderful, we'll have to do it again sometime. Judy, I'd love to fuck your pussy but couldn't bring myself to do it with it full of the come of three other guys. Perhaps when this week is over and you can get cleaned up and completely douche yourself we can get together for a nice dinner with maybe a little sex thrown in. What do you say?"

"I think I would like that." She answered as she gave me a card with her phone number.

You can bet that in addition to getting a great blowjob I'll be fucking her sweet pussy and tight little asshole when we meet again.



Helping a Needy Couple



Barbara and I had just walked in the bedroom when she turned her back to me to sweetly say, "Unhook my neckless, please."  She placed her hands behind her neck and lifted up her long blond shining hair to give me the space. 

She let her hair fall back down her neck after I had unfastened the clasp. She turned around to face me. I drew her to me for a long sexy kiss, our very first kiss.

Smiling at me she said, "Now let's get undressed and get in bed."

She removed her blouse then turned around. "Unhook my bra., please."

There was no hesitation on my part. She turned to face me again to give me a perfect view of her beautiful breasts.  I thought about leaning down for a kiss, but since this was the first time she had ever exposed them to me, I thought I had better wait. 

While we continued to undress in front of each other, my mind went back to when we first met. That day I was driving in the city and noticed a man holding a sign which read, "Please, we are hungry."  He looked reasonably dressed. Then I noticed a lady standing on the other side of the main intersection holding a similar sign.  I drove on and began to think about them. I often do charity work, so I decided to see if I could help. I wasn't interested in giving cash because I wanted to be sure they would get food instead of drugs or booze.  I turned the car around and headed back. The traffic light turned red as I approached the man.

"Hello there," I said to the man. "Do you really want food?"

"Yes, we've been evicted from our apartment and right now we are broke."

"Is that your wife on the other corner?"

"Yes."

"OK, I'll buy food for you if you will get in the car."

"Thank you. Will you pick up my wife too?"

"Of course. Get in the car. I'll have to make a U turn down the street and come back for her."

I drove around and made it back to the lady standing on the other corner. After both were in the car, they introduced themselves as Bill and Barb.

"I see a MacDonalds just down the street and I'll stop there," I commented.

Bill responded, "That will be fine. We haven't had anything to eat as yet today."

While we were in the restaurant, Bill and Barb told me they had been laid off at the manufacturing plant that was closing down.  They had been evicted from their apartment for lack of money with no money for food.  

They seemed to be a likeable couple and my heart went out to them. I thought I would make them an offer.

"I have an idea. I live in a three bedroom house by myself.  You could stay for a few days in my house until you earn some money. Barb could do a little housework since I haven't cleaned up the place lately."

Barb was the first to speak. "That would be so nice of you. We really appreciate the offer."

We picked up a bundle of clothes Barb and Bill had temporarily left in the care of their apartment manager.  I suggested they occupy my spare bedroom and use the hallway shower to cleaned up. Later that day, I wasn't too surprised to see that Barb was a beautiful lady now that she had showered, combed her hair and dressed in more suitable clothes. The next day, Barb and I went to the supermarket to stock up on food while Bill was answering a help wanted ad

Each night Barb and Bill went into their bedroom. I could hear noises coming from their bedroom that sounded as if they were having sex. I felt envious that I didn't have a lady to share my bed.  

It took a week for Bill to find a job, but it would be two weeks before he would receive a pay check. The next day Barb and I were at the super market and I had just paid the bill. We were walking out to the car when Barb said, "You have been so good to us, I don't know how we can repay you for your generosity."

"It's my gift to you," I said, slightly embarrassed. "I like to help people."

"I've noticed you don't date," she said as she gave me a sideways glance. "Don't you have a lady friend?"

"No, not right now," I answered with a hint of sadness in my voice.

"You're a handsome guy. I think the ladies would go for you. I know I would."

That statement rather flustered me. "You are married, so I know I couldn't date you. Bill would be very offended and might even shoot me," I jokingly said.

"We didn't tell you the truth when you picked us up. We're not really married because he is my brother."

I was shocked, "But you two sleep together and I assume you have sex."

"We sleep together because we have only one bed. We had only one bed when we had our apartment."

I countered, "But I hear sex noises coming from your bedroom. What about that?"

She was temporarily quiet as if she was trying to figure out what to say. "We do have sex, but I don't let him fuck me. We do it mostly in a six nine position."

My only thought was to comment, "Guess that keeps you both sexually satisfied and probably a good idea so you won't get pregnant."

We were both quiet for a little bit as we started driving home. Barb broke the silence, "Do you think I am sexy looking?"

"Of course I do."

"I was just thinking about being nice to you since you are so nice to us."

"What are you suggesting?"

She rather slowly and thoughtfully said, "You are a handsome guy and I could probably enjoy time in bed with you."

"Wouldn't your brother be upset?"

"No, he wouldn't care. He even mentioned last night that it would be alright with him."

All I could say was, "Wow! I think you are very sexy and I would love to be in bed with you."

She glanced sideways to me and said, "Why don't we go home, put up the groceries and then go into the bedroom?"

"Sounds like a fantastic idea."

My attention came back to where I was in the beginning of this story. I had taken Barb in the master bedroom and we were now undressed. Barb looked toward the master bedroom bathroom, "Why don't we jump in the shower first. I think it would be better to have clean bodies."

"I agree with you. Let's do it."

We stepped in the shower. We soaped and rubbed our bodies together. I especially took time to soap and massage her beautiful tits.  We rinsed off and got out of the shower. Soon we were in bed without a sheet on us. 

Now she took my very hard erection in her delicate hand as I moved my hand over her shapely body. Her breasts were very inviting for me to kiss and fondle.  I couldn't wait any longer to explore between her legs. My fingers gently felt her pussy while one finger slid between the lips.  We had more sexy kisses which warmed both of us. She was wet enough for one finger to easily slid into her hole. I pulled it back out and massaged her clit causing her body to sexually flinch. 

Our mouths opened for a wet kiss as if we were going to devour each other. When we broke the kiss, I turned around in bed so that I could see and lick her pussy.  She immediately knew what she was to do by taking the head of my cock in her mouth. I rolled her up on top of me in a comfortable six nine position. I could feel her mouth going up and down on my cock and thought she had better slow down or I would cum too soon.

I softly commented, "Let's slow down and make it last."

She didn't say anything, but I could feel her tongue slowly swirling around the head. Then she started licking up and down my cock going all the way over my balls, too. My tongue was now slowly moving in and around her pussy lips and all the way to her ass. It was still daylight and I had a good view of her pussy and ass. 

A few minutes later, she rolled off of me and I moved between her legs. She spread them wide and pulled them up to give me plenty of room to sink my cock fully in her. 

She sexily commented, "That's the first time I've had a big one in me since my ex-husband and I split up."

I didn't say any thing, except I moaned with pleasure. 

I was slowly making back and forth movements.  She was beginning to push up a little faster and was moaning. I speeded up and knew I was about to cum. My sperm began to spew out in spurts as she was frantically pushing up to me. Then she gasped as if she couldn't breath and my groans mingled with her groans and grunts. 

When we had relaxed and laid side by side, I wondered if she would tell her brother.

"Are you going to tell your brother?"

"Sure, why not. This is no secret between the three of us.  When I tell him tonight, he will be ready for a blow job. He was tired last night and I didn't give him one."

I didn't think about her sleeping with her brother while we were having sex. Now I realized I had to share this beautiful creature with another man. 

Barb continued, "Just because I sleep with and satisfy my brother's sexual needs, doesn't mean we can't have sex as long as we are staying in your house."

I thought about that for a few seconds and decided it could be a good arrangement. 

We had dinner that evening when Bill came home. After we moved to the living room to watch TV, Barb looked at Bill to say, "Bill, I want you to know that I was in bed with our host."

Bill glanced at me then back to her, "Oh, I expected that. That's OK with me."

"How did you like my wife," Bill addressed me.

"Your wife! She told me you are her brother."

"Is that what she told you? You can believe her if you want to."

That left me puzzled. Were they married or were they brother and sister. 

Barb then spoke, "Don't pay any attention to him. Sometime he doesn't know what he is talking about."

Bill then looked at Barb, "OK, it's whatever you want to say. I think it's time for us to go to our room."

I sat rather stunned not knowing what to think. It wasn't very long before I heard sexual noises coming from their bedroom. I assume she was giving him a blow job, or if they were married, maybe he was fucking her. I'll probably never know.  I began to look forward to tomorrow when Bill is at work and Barb and I will be in the bedroom again.



Helping a Neighbor



I was leaving a friend's apartment and heading to my car. On my way to the stairs I came upon a woman with an armful of groceries, struggling to get her key out of her purse. She was an older woman, probably around 60. She was short and a little chubby but she was nicely made up. She had short red hair framing her face and light blue eyes. I offered to help by holding the groceries so she could get the door open. After she got into her apartment I carried the groceries in and set them down in her kitchen. She offered me a drink of iced tea for my troubles and I sat and chatted with her while she put her groceries away.

"Thank you so much for coming to my aid," she said. "It's so hard being alone sometimes. There are so many things I could use a man around for."

"It was no trouble at all," I replied. "I'm glad I could be of service."

"Aren't you just the sweetest thing," she said. "Perhaps I could impose on you to be of service with something else before you go."

"Sure," I answered. "Where is it?"

"Well, it's in the bedroom," she answered.

I must have looked a little nonplussed.

"No, it's nothing like that," she said. "One of the drawers in my bed table is stuck and I can't get it open. I think I need a strong man like you to open it."

She showed me into her bedroom. On the way we passed her spare bedroom and I noticed it was turned into some kind of office with a computer, stacks of CD cases and a web cam. There was a very nice digital camera on a tripod in the corner.

"That's a pretty nice set-up you have in there," I observed.

"Thank you. I have a website and I need all that stuff for it," she explained.

She led me into her bedroom. She had a nice big bed. I noticed she had satin sheets. 

"It's that top drawer," she pointed out.

I knelt down to try it. It was stuck all right. I gave it a couple of tugs and could feel it give a little. I braced myself and gave it one more big tug and it finally popped open. I could not believe my eyes when I looked in it. It contained six sex toys—dildos and vibrators--of various sizes, colors and types. They lay on top of a small stack of dirty magazines. I let out a low whistle.

When I turned around to apologize for my reaction I noticed that she had taken her top off and she was standing there in just her bra and jeans. She had big breasts that sagged just a little.

She came over and knelt down in front of me.

"I'd like to show my appreciation for your help today," she said. "You were quite a gentleman to help me with my groceries and with that drawer. Although I hope you're not too much of a gentleman."

With that she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. I opened my mouth to let her tongue in. Her hands came down to undo first my shirt and then my pants. I couldn't help myself. I had to get my hands on those tits. I began to rub them. Then I unhooked her bra and removed it.

"We'll be more comfortable on the bed," she said.

She got up and took off her pants and panties. She had a shaved pussy. She climbed into the sheets. I threw off my clothes and joined her. 

First I had to check out her pussy. I lay between her legs and began to kiss her pussy lips. They were so smooth without any hair. I could immediately see that a bald pussy would be better for eating out. There would be no fear of getting a stray pubic hair in your mouth. A guy could really go crazy on a hairless cunt. 

I ran my finger up and down her clit, getting it wet before I inserted my finger. Next, I opened her pussy lips up with my finger and thumb so I could stick my tongue in. I began to tongue-fuck her. She moaned in pleasure. She reached for my cock and I shifted around so she could wrap her hand around it. She began to stroke my cock and play with my balls. 

After several more minutes of munching on her pussy I changed positions with her so she could suck my dick. She wrapped her lips around it greedily and began to work her mouth up and down. Then she took my nuts into her mouth one after the other and ran her tongue around them. She smiled with pleasure as she licked from the base of my cock to the tip, then she took it in her mouth and started to suck it again.

I lost track of time as she pleasured me. It may have been 15 minutes, it may have been an hour. Finally she stopped blowing me. I sat up as she stretched out on the bed. I rolled on top of her and she reached for my cock to guide it into her pussy. She was so wet it went in easily. With a quick, smooth stroke I plunged all the way in. Then I began to fuck her. She was so hot and horny her hips would come up to meet mine on each downstroke. This woman may have been older but she knew how to fuck a man. Moans of ecstasy were coming out of her mouth as we humped like wild animals. Soon she was orgasming in loud moans. As she did so she began to squeeze me with her thighs. This woman was incredible. It felt like I was locked in. 

I have a g spot on the inside of my leg, right at the top. Somehow this hot, sexy older woman found it. Her hands had been on my ass as we fucked. She ran one hand down off my ass and between my legs. Her finger discovered my special spot and began to tease it. She rubbed and touched it faster and faster until I let out a loud moan and came too.

Later we had some drinks on her terrace.

"My website is a porn site," she told me. "Sometimes I use those toys you saw in my bed table drawer in the photos and sometimes I use them to get myself off. I use the web cam for cam shows and I use the camera, of course, to take the pictures."

"You don't take the photos yourself, do you?" I asked.

"No. My girlfriend takes them for me."

"Well if you ever need a replacement, I'd be up for doing that."

"Oh, I know you would, sweetheart. I know you would."



Helping a  Senior Female Colleague



When I was 25 Years old I had just started my Job in Engineering company as Engineer in Vendor development department there was one wonderful female colleague of mine named Rita who worked in Accounts department of company.

I was always in contact with wonderful lady as all my accounts and dues were settled through her and from just formal relation we become best friends.

Till that day I had no experience of sex as I had educated through boys only school and after finishing of schooling my first aim was to clear Engineering Degree with flying colors.

But that didn't mean that I was not interested in sex I masturbated regularly and on seeing good girls and ladies I got erection.

Rita was a wonderful woman of 34 years of age that summer of enlightenment. She stood 5 foot 3 inch in height and weighed 115 pounds with red hair. Her body was normal and hot, she had measurements of 34-24-34. She had a B cup for the rest of her bra sizes.

As our my friendship with Rita grew I was just lusting for her body and one or two occasions I just tired to put my hands around her boobs but fearing her reaction I just desisted from final action.

However destiny and luck just provided me with an opportunity. One day when I was just returning from my work my motor cycle just got broke-down and was given to garage for repair and since I home was some 14 Kilometers away I was just loitering here and there as I was reluctant to go by bus and rain was about to start. As I was moving there was a clap on my shoulder and to my surprise it was of Rita.

When I told her of my agony and to my surprise she invited me to dinner and stay at her flat for the night .I just told her what would be her husband's reaction to which she replied he is out of station for next 15 days just few minutes back I have dropped him to railway station. Hearing this my heart virtually delighted.

So I went to her place where we had a good and excellent dinner and after ward I was just watching television and just planning how to screw Rita.

Mean While Rita changed her clothes and came near Sofa where I was sitting.

She asked, "How are you doing?" "Rita you look really hot in that nightgown," I replied to her. She was a glow from having just finished her evening routine bath after facing Indian summer. I could smell the musky odor of their sex. Rita had on only her nightgown and white panties.

She responded, "I will be glad to take care of you any time you need relief from your male urges. 

On getting offer I asked when "Anytime!" she responded by getting up and removing her panties and straddling my lounge chair. She pulled down my boxers and then she walked up the lounge chair. She grasped my cock in her hand. She then rubbed it back and forth across her pussy. She was extremely wet after our erotic chat.

She paused after three strokes and placed the head inside her vagina and slid the rest of my cock deep in her womb in a smooth stroke

She had me trapped inside her hot pussy. The feeling was wonderful and getting better. I felt the diaphragm each time she slammed down on my cock. The resistance was interesting. I then felt the sperm boil out of me and I started spurting rope after rope deep in her pussy. I felt each spurt. She was in her orgasm now and had her eyes shut. She slammed down on my cock and just ground her pussy against me for another couple of minutes. She stopped and caught her breath. She kissed me deeply.

She then said, "Oh, aren't you a real man tonight." She squeezed my cock with her pussy.

My cock was still hard. I picked her up and with my cock still buried in her pussy. As I turned us over, she removed her nightgown and I placed her on her back. I then placed her legs wide and over my shoulders and drove my cock deep into her pussy. I leaned in and started sucking her nipples.

With that I took control and worked my cock into her with deep long hard strokes. She entered an orgasm, "I' I I ahh mmmmmmmm cummmmmmmming..." I picked up the pace with each thrust. I could feel the diaphragm as the resistance on each in stroke. After about 15 minutes of pounding my cock in my own mother I told her "I'm cuuuuuummmmmmming" and I placed another large amount of sperm in her pussy.

She was in a nightgown and was picking up the dishes from dinner. I walked up behind her and grabbed her in a hug. I wrapped both hands on her breasts and pulled her tight against me. All I had on were my boxers. As I nuzzled her neck I felt my cock get hard and slap against her butt. I slid down my hand and felt her bare bush against my prying fingers. Rita gasped and felt the head of my cock poke through the slit of my boxers.

I bent her over the table and probed with my cock against her pussy lips. She gasped again as I probed. I told her, "Anytime!"

She put her hand on my dick and slowly caressed it she started moving her hand up and down. I started moaning. She kept it up for sometime but I did not cum. She said what is taking so long. I said I need some incentive for cumming. She said for what? I said your magnificent tits. She patted me and came closer to my head and opened one of her tits and put the nipple in my mouth

I started sucking on it and in a few minutes my gun jetted its cum all over her hand. She removed her tit and closed up and licked her hand and said it is nice

Then we went into 69 in full swing. We both jetted and licked off each other's juices. She got down and said did u enjoy it. I said very much. She continued to caress my dick with her hands. Then she bent over it and started massaging it with her tits. My dick started becoming hard again. Immediately I told her to stand with her hands on the bed and spread her legs. She did so. I went and stood behind her and pushed my dick into her cunt and held her tits with my left hand and started chucking her. I crushed her nipples together and hit her cunt with hard and long strokes. I increased my speed and then when she cried yeses

this was our first experience and we continued it from that time .

Next day we decided that I would be her bed partner till her husband arrives and I was just happy to fuck my colleague in her martial bed robe.

But Rita didn't have the child even after 10 years of married life. But they were worried about the same. The cause for not delivering the child was her husband only. That's known to her but not to her husband. Even while discussing with her she told me once "let the god decide the time to give me a child".

On knowing Rita's Versions of not having kids I just said Rita I want to be a sperm donor to you have such a beautiful body Rita I really want to make you pregnant with my baby making sperms to which Rita responded I love the explosion of a man in my womb and she accepted my offer as she kissed me passionately and we went for the dinner 

And we had the dinner as nude. And after dinner we had the combined bath and the full night we were very busy in exchanging the sex each other. We had the full sex on all the 4 days. And even after I started having with her after my office hours and before my coming to office.

Our routine continued without any break till Rita's husband came back. But even on his arrival we were planning to continue it but Rita decided to be bold enough and she confronted her husband about his sterility and her need for Sperm donor so that they could had the child , Confronted with facts her husband gave her the permission and our Routine continued and for making our plan work smoothly he went out of station for another 2 weeks.

We kept our routine going and really enjoyed the sex I eat her cum while she eat my penis

Over the next 2 days I gave Rita's womb the cum bath to end all cum needs. We slacked off to twice a day for the rest of the month. Needless to say Rita missed her next period. She was happy about knowing I had made her pregnant

At last I have become a father of my Colleague's child. Her Husband who knew about his sterility accepted the child as his own.

Wait for another episode about our next adventures.







Helping a Stranger



I always like to browse the casual encounters section of craigslist. I know that the ratio is about 1,000 men to every woman online looking for casual sex. But its fun to read the ads of the few slutty women that are on there. Woman post for a casual encounter number of reasons, revenge sex because they caught their husband or boyfriend cheating, some wanted to put out because they want some weed, some woman want to try 2 or more guys at time, and some just haven't been laid in a long time. 

I found an ad a few months ago that really caught my eye. This woman had been trying to get pregnant with her husband for the last few years with no luck. She posted her husband had a very low sperm count and that she was tired of waiting. She wanted to discretely meet up with any and all men that had the same physical attributes of her husband. She made it clear in her ad that she did not want any type of relationship after the meeting and that the father would never have anything to do with the child. 

Interested by the ad and the slim possibility of some easy sex I emailed her my picture so that she could judge if I was a physical match. I was surprised when she replied back just a couple minutes later. She wanted to know if I could meet in 20 minutes because her husband was going to get off work soon. I replied with a yes and asked her for directions to her house. She replied with directions to a gas station and wanted to know how soon I would be there. The station was just around the corner, so I told her that I could be there in 5 minutes and would leave as soon as she confirmed. Her final email said "OK meet me in the woman bathroom out back in 5 minutes, I'll leave it unlocked." 

I immediately got in my car and started driving to the gas station. On the way there I realized that I ad no idea what she was going to look like. I figured if she was too ugly, it would be easy to just walk away. 

I got to the gas station, parked in front of the woman's bathroom and went for the door. To my disappointment, it was locked. 

I knocked on the door. No reply. Damnit, it must have just been some asshole online playing games. I just stated to turn back for my car when I heard a woman's voice behind me say "OK lets go, we've gotta hurry." 

I was pleasantly surprised to see that she was more attractive then what I had hoped for. She was by no means a supermodel, but she was definitely fuckable. She was about 5'9" around 160 pounds with blond hair wearing a short skirt and a tank top. 

She used the key that she had just got from the clerk and unlocked the door, she pulled me inside quickly, (improbably out of fear that someone she knew may see her) and locked the door. 

She pulled down her panties and sat up on the sink and pulled up her skirt and spread her legs to reveal her nicely shaven pussy. "hurry up," she said, I want to get home before my husband does.

I walked up to her, unzipped and let my pants and jeans fall to my ankles. She grabbed my cock and guided it to her pussy and hand her other hand around my hack and pulled me towards her, taking all my cock inside her. Her pussy was very wet and my cock went in with ease. It almost felt like I may be getting some of the sloppy seconds from an earlier customer. She now laid back against the restroom mirror and wrapped her legs around me.

I started fucking her at a steady pace. She kept looking at her phone and said, "you've got to hurry, i need to go soon. Fuck me harder." 

I started fucking as hard and fast as I could, pulling my cock back until it almost came out and slamming it back inside her each time. "Oh yeah," She screamed "Harder, Harder." All of a sudden she was enjoying it as much as I was. I felt her body start to shake and she said "OH my god I'm actually going to cum." She let out a moan and I could feel her pussy squeeze down on me as she came. Her orgasm was enough to put me over the top and caused me to ram my cock deep in her one last time as I unloaded a nice supply of sperm into her womb. 

As soon I I was done she said "I've got to go now. But your the first guy I met here that made me cum. Check your email in a couple days, If I'm not pregnant by then, I will definitely have you back for more." 



Helping a Visitor



You slowly open your eyes to the rays of the morning sun, turn your head to the left to look at your clock, its half past nine. You realize its Sunday and wonder why the curtains from the window were removed so early. You decide to get back to sleep when your mothers voice screeches, "Vijay, wake up. look who is here!". You murmur something in your sleep and pull up the blanket. "Vijay! Vijay!" your mothers voice gets louder and louder. You realize that she would just pull you out of your bed if you don't get up soon, slowly you get up and shout back "Ya mom, coming". 

You crawl out of your bed and toddle to the bathroom. You splash some water on to your face and wipe the sleep off your eyes. Standing before the mirror you look at yourself to check if you looked presentable to your mom's guest. "Vijay, come down soon" shouts your mother. Quickly you brush and walk down the stairs wondering who is waiting for you.

Just as you enter the living room you hear a lady's voice, you know its not your mother. You decide to check her out first, from behind the curtains you slowly scan the room. There she is sitting next to your mother, a woman unknown to you. You guess her to be in her mid thirties, nice round face and an amazing body. She is wearing a red color semi transparent sari and matching low neck blouse that showed ample cleavage. Her navel region is also clearly visible, she has a flat stomach and curvy hips. Your cock is twitching in your pyjamas. You adjust your cock and enter the room.

Your mom introduces the lady as Aditi, sister of her friend, Mala. You know Aunt Mala very well she and your mother have been friends since, as long as you can remember. But Aditi is new to you, you greet her and sit on the couch right across the room. You preferred the couch because you can sit cross legged and hide your erection.

Aditi introduces herself as a Software Engineer, just returned from America after 10 years. Now, you understand why you haven't seen her around. She also informs that she has moved into a house in the neighbourhood with her friend. She enquires about the surroundings and asked where she could get stuffs for her new house. That is when your mom turns towards you and asks you to escort her around the city and help her buy the things she wants. You are overjoyed and readily agree.

You rush back to your room get dressed and after your breakfast you join Aditi. She suggests that you use the bus service so that it ll be helpful for her to know the place better. You take her to the nearby bus stop and wait for the bus. Your mind wanders away into thoughts like 'why is she staying with her friend', 'by friend did she mean a boy friend', 'if not was she single?' and suddenly you spring to the reality as a bus approaches the stop. The bus is full, but you don't have another choice as the frequency of buses is very low on Sunday. You nod at her and get to the entry of the bus. You wait for her to get in and you follow. The bus was heavily crowded that you managed to find a spot right behind her. You bought the ticket and told her that it would be a 15 minutes ride.

After every stop the bus becomes more and more crowded, she is being pushed back by the crowd from the front. She was now leaning on you for support. Her butt is pressed against your cock and her back is rested on your chest. You start to feel your cock straining under your pants, you shift a little bit to the side so that she doesn't feel the erection. The jerking motion of the bus made her slide up and down your thighs, your cock is fully erect now and you hope that no one notices it. After 20 minutes of the ride you get down at the Mall.

She doesn't seem disturbed at all by the ride, she walks right into the mall. You follow her inside and she tells you what she is looking for. After about an hour you get all that is required and you are about to leave then suddenly it starts raining. She suggests on taking an auto back to her place, and so she could introduce you her friend.

It is raining so heavily that by the time you reach her house both of you are completely wet. Her wet sari is so transparent that it is as if, it disappeared in the rain. Her cleavage is now clearly visible so are her sexy hips. You pull down your wet t-shirt to hide your erection. She knocked on the door of the apartment. It was opened by a young attractive woman in her nightie. Aditi introduced her as Meera. Meera is almost of the same age as Aditi, slightly shorter. She invites both of you inside and gives you towels to dry off. Aditi walks into a room with her towel, and Meera strides to the kitchen.

As you dry yourself you notice that the rain is getting heavier. Meera returns with three cups of hot coffee (the smell fills the air) and offers you one. She is very fair and her skin looked flawless and though she is slightly plumpier than Aditi she is irrefutably cute. In her pyjamas you could clearly make out the shape of her freely hanging breasts. You take one of the cups from her and watch her as she sipped her hot coffee. Just as you are about to drink your coffee Aditi walks out of the room wearing an oversized t-shirt and mini shorts. Her legs are long and smooth and you feel an irresistible urge to touch them. She takes her cup from Meera and asks you to change to some dry clothes. Meera walks up right into the room from which Aditi just got out and returns with a pair of shorts, she gives them to you.

You feel that the shorts is too small for you but you need to change as your clothes are completely wet and you feel very cold in them. You go to the room from which Aditi came out, its a bedroom you remove your shirt and then your pants, you look around the room and find a mirror in the dressing table. You go near it and see your reflection in it. You adjust your briefs and when you are about to wear the shorts you see something shine from the partly open drawer. You open the drawer and you are surprised to find a 14 inches long dildo. Your cock springs up to the surprise and you try to adjust it in the new shorts. Then you notice something peculiar about the dildo, its a double sided one. Your imaginations start running wild and the thought of the two ladies in the next room using this made precum flow out of your cock staining the shorts. You curse yourself for what you just did. If they noticed the stain you thought you'd just say it was from the rain. You bring the dildo near your nose and the smell of pussy just intoxicates you. You remove the shorts and your inner wear to avoid staining them anymore. You move the dildo in front of your nose and stick your tongue out to lick it. Your cock is at its maximum and is standing erect like a pole. You put the dildo into your mouth and suck it savouring the taste from both the sides. Once you've licked the whole of it you bring it down to your cock and touch your already wet head of the cock with the dildo. The touch of metal on your cock head made you moan. You open your eyes to check if any heard you. Then suddenly you realize that you never closed the door and at the door were Aditi and Meera hugging each other and watching you play. 

You pull your shorts up to cover your erection but you struggle to hide it. Aditi and Meera enter the room and come stand before you. Aditi extends her hand and asks you for her dildo. You sheepishly give it to her and get up to leave, when Meera pushes you onto the bed and Aditi licks off your precum sticking to the dildo. 

Meera turns to Aditi and asks her "What can we do with this naughty boy?". Aditi puts one of her legs on the bed and bends down to you and asks you " Did you like it when i touched you in the bus?", you are shocked to know that she did all that on purpose you just nod your head. 

Aditi gets back and looks at Meera and says " Lets show him how to use this " as she holds out the dildo, "and make him watch the whole thing tied to the bed post". Meera agrees and both of them laugh together. 

They tie each of your limb to each one of the four posts of the bed and remove all your clothes, you lie there on your back naked and not able to move any of your limbs. Aditi gets up on the bed and seductively removes her t-shirt and tosses it over your eye , and then sheds her shorts and throws it across your face, you can feel the strong scent of her pussy juices in that shorts. Meera comes over and removes Aditi's dress off your face to let you see both the ladies on the bed completely naked. They both flash you a sexy smile as your cock gets harder again.

Aditi takes the dildo and touches its one end all over your body while Meera kisses Aditi from behind her. As the dildo touches your body shivers are sent all over your body. Your cock is now rock hard and as erect as a mast. Aditi removes the dildo from your body and Meera sits on your chest facing away from you, this gives you a clear view of her pussy when she bends forward. Her pussy is dripping wet. Aditi brings the dildo closer to your face and inserts it into Meera's cunt. She moans as she clutches onto your hard cock. Aditi removes the dildo from the cunt and pushes it into your mouth, you lick the juice off it. Meera puts her mouth over your cock and starts licking its head. She slowly begins to replicate what you do to the dildo.

Aditi removes the dildo from your mouth and inserts it into Meera's cunt again this time she moves it in and out slowly as Meera sucks your cock mimicing the dildo's motion. Meanwhile Aditi stands over you lowers her pussy onto your mouth. While your cock is being sucked you lick and suck Aditi's wet cunt. 

They both get up and start putting on a show for you, your cock is oozing out juices and it starts to pain. The fondle each other and play with their pussies. They both get so intimate that you feel the pleasure rising along your cock. The lick, suck, twist and turn, right next to you on the bed. Aditi pushes Meera down on her back, her head between your legs and just below your throbbing cock. You just wish she would just turn and give you a nice blowjob. Aditi lies on her and looks teasingly at you. As you look down you can see you erect cock and behind that the two girls kissing passionately. Their nipples are rubbing one another's. You plead them to stop as you feel the nerves along your cock strain. They just continue pleasuring, they know that a simple stroke would make you cum and relieve you, but that is what they will never do. They sit up as they Meera licks and sucks on Aditi's nipples. They sit facing each other and spread their legs wide apart. Meera gets the dildo and kisses it before inserting it into Aditi's pussy. Then she moves forward as she pushes herself onto the other side of the dildo, they moan simultaneously. They start moving their hips one after the other, they do it so systematically as if they had been doing it all their lives. Their breasts juggle as they masturbate, if it can be called that. Their pumping gets harder and stronger, now as they both slide in their pussies touch each other, as if kissing. The whole bed starts to tremble as they near their orgasms. Your cock hits your stomach rapidly and you feel that very much enough to cum. You spurt your load across your stomach and chest and some even fall on your face. They both get to their orgasms as well. 

All the three of you lie there like rags. After some time both the girls get up dress up themselves. Meera brings a camera and takes a picture of you lying there covered with your cum. They untie you and as they leave the room, Aditi says " Now, clean up and don't talk about this to anyone". She puts the dildo back in the drawer and goes out of the room. You get dressed and leave the house not able to comprehend what just happened.



Helping Amy Out



The following is a brief description of a weekend that could only be summed up by saying...UnbeFUCKINGlievable! 

First some brief history, my wife Diane and I planned to another couple for a skiing weekend in the New Mexico. My wife and I decided to make it a sexual getaway for us; we planned to make it a weekend of skiing and sexual fulfillment. We planned to start the weekend early and met the other couple late Thursday afternoon. We rented a condominium for the weekend; was just great, fireplaces, Jacuzzi, bedrooms with king size beds, and right at the slopes. The conditions were great from some recent snow we had, and more forecasted for the weekend. My wife and I just beamed from the possibilities we could experience this weekend and since we were the first there we decided to start the weekend off in the right fashion. 

While checking the bed out, my wife became a bit playful and before I knew it she had my cock out and in her mouth in no time at all. I could tell this was going to be a great weekend. Diane said she wanted to make it a special getaway and was off to a great start as she was really into sucking my cock. As I erupted in the first of what will become many orgasms we could hear the front door open. After Diane and I quickly made ourselves presentable, we made our way to the living room we ran into our friends Joe and Amy. Since we all haven't seen each other for a few months, we quickly caught up on how everyone is doing and what everyone has been up to. 

After unpacking we decided to go and get some dinner at a nearby restaurant. It was a little obvious that something was going on between Joe and Amy. They would be very warm in the conversations with Diane and me, but they were very distant and cold to each other. Diane and I felt it might work itself out, and decided it was not going to spoil our weekend. After dinner we went back to the condominium for a few drinks and to continue to catch up with what was happening with everyone. After a few hours of who has been doing what and what other friends have been up to we called it a night wanting to get up early to hit the slopes first thing in the morning. As we crawled into bed I removed Diane's nightgown telling her she wasn't going to need it, it was my turn to pay her back for the great blow job she gave me earlier. 

I started off giving her a body massage, and since I wanted to be very thorough as to relieve all her tension my finger caressed her clit as my tongue explored deep in her wet pussy until her body quivered with her orgasm.. She was breathing very hard. I unbuttoned her shirt almost ripping the buttons off and both of my hands went back to her breasts. I had forgotten how big and firm they were; 38 D with huge nipples when aroused doubled in size standing at attention. And right now they were pointing at me. My hands reached around her back and fumbled with her bra finally unclasping it and freeing her tits. I broke off our kiss to suck on her tits. I ran my tongue over her nipple and the swelling in her breasts and gently sucked on the nipple, then pulling on it and then biting it. My hands roamed down her belly and opened her pants and began tugging them off her hips. I tore my mouth away from her breast, reluctantly of course, and slid her soaked panties along her legs, and then tossed them away. She was naked and beautiful. She also was full of desire and had lust in her eyes. 

My pants were gone in about two seconds and my dick was primed and ready. I moved her body along the bed and motioned for her to turn over so that her pretty ass sticking up in the air. Diane moaned as my cock touched her labia and in one stroke I buried myself up to my balls in her pussy. She was positively dripping in her juices. It was tight and soft and just felt wonderful. I stayed motionless for a few moments savoring the feelings. Diane began to thrust her hips back into me, which was my cue to begin ramming my cock into her pussy hard. Diane was moaning and crying out as I tightly held my hands on her hips holding her ass up in the air to meet my thrusts. It felt like hours that we fucked, the sensations were overwhelming for both of us and we both exploded in passion. We held each other tight until we fell asleep in each other's arms

After a peaceful nights sleep in each other's arms we were awakened by the alarm. After some morning kisses and caresses, we showered together and got ready for a day of skiing. We met Joe and Amy for breakfast, and then off to the slopes. It was a great day, the sun was bright in the sky, and the temperature was about 34 degrees. As the day went on Joe and I hit some of the more difficult slopes so we were off by ourselves while the ladies stayed on the intermediate slopes. Being alone with Joe he started to open up about some of the problems he and Amy were having. 

I confessed I had noticed earlier that their relationship does appear to be very different from the last time we were all together. Joe spilled his guts; he and Amy have been having a lot of fights lately because she does not like being alone. Joe was promoted at work and has been putting in a lot of long hours; even on his days off he has been called in whenever a problem at work came up. Joe likes the extra money, but can not handle all the fighting he and Amy have been going through. When I brought up the possibility of not going in when the problem came up, or cutting back on his hours. He told me he would love to do that and spend more time with Amy, but he would be fired and he would not make anywhere near the same amount of money he is making now. Well, I guess that explains why Joe and Amy have been so cold towards each other. After a few hours of skiing the top of the mountain we met up with the ladies to ski the rest of the day together.

When we finished for the day and returned to the condo to get ready for dinner it was later than we expected. Diane appeared to be disappointed and I couldn't figure out why. When I asked her she told me she wanted some time before dinner because she wanted to "Fuck my brains out before dinner." 

That was all I need to hear, I immediately said "let's cancel dinner and get something later." She smiled and told me I'm easy, but we better go, but be prepared for a workout later tonight. I smiled and told her I couldn't wait. She also told me that Amy confided some things to her; I told her Joe filled me in on some of the problems also. She said we will have to compare notes later, and went out to meet them. 

The first part of dinner was kind of quiet Diane and I doing most of the talking. We didn't mind though since our minds were on other things anyway. Diane would reach under the table to rub my cock from time to time, and I would caress her inner thigh and massage her leg. I was wishing she was wearing a dress so I could go up and under it to get to her wonderful pussy which I would bet was soaking wet by now. Then all of a sudden it happened, Joe's cell phone went off. You could see the anger come over Amy's face and the fear come over Joe's. Amy just said, "Its not, is it?" Joe's head hung down as he shook his head yes. 

He went to answer the call, when he returned to the table he informed us that he needs to go home to fix a problem at work. Amy was obviously getting more and more angry as Joe broke the news. He told Amy to stay and ski, he'll go take care of the problem and return tomorrow afternoon. Amy just was so pissed she said nothing but glared at him. We returned to the condo, not a word was spoken from Joe and Amy. Actually I was kind of happy, this would mean that I would get laid sooner than I expected, see there is a silver lining in everything. Joe took a few things and said his good-byes. It was starting to snow as he was leaving, a storm was to hit this weekend. He left and Amy went directly to her room, obviously crying. Diane went to ask her if she needed anything, Amy never opened the door she just said she would be all right and was going to bed. Diane said you could tell she was crying.

After about 15 minutes discussing our friends problems we decided it need not ruin our weekend. We were having a few drinks watching the snowfall outside; it was very beautiful and peaceful. We threw a few pillows on the floor in front of the fireplace as we lay there kissing and caressing each other our clothes were off before we knew it. As we continued to kiss, my hands found her lovely breasts as I caressed them I could feel her nipples grow, I moved downward and started kissing,sucking, and lightly biting one while my hand continues to caress the other. Diane is running her finger through my hair as I continue to enjoy myself on her great tits. 

My hand started its way down her stomach lightly caressing her with my fingertips, her breathing was getting heavier. My hand reached her pussy, she was already very wet. My finger started rubbing her clit as I continued to suck her luscious nipples. My finger moved down and entered her wet pussy, a soft moan escaped from Diane's throat. I hated to leave those breasts, but it was time to move downward. I started kissing and licking my way down over her stomach, I stopped at her naval kissing and licking it for a bit. My finger slipping in and out of her soaked pussy. I continue to kiss on until I reach that wonderful pussy. My tongue circles her clit as I remove my finger. My tongue softly laps the outside of her pussy lips teasing her, lapping up her wetness. As my tongue moves its way into her pussy I start caressing her clit with my finger. 

All of a sudden I heard a gasp from Diane and she jumps. Wondering what the hell was happening I looked up to see Amy standing in the shadows, tears running down her face and her finger rubbing her pussy through her tiny panties. 

Amy started crying uncontrollably; Diane jumped up to console her. Amy just keeps saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Diane brings her over and sat her down by us I'm laying down at their feet massaging Diane's legs as they talk. I wasn't paying too much attention to their conversation; I was fixated on Amy's pussy... I had a great view of it. Amy was much different from Diane, she had smaller breasts, I later found out they were 34 B's. Amy had blonde hair and as I could see she was a true blonde, I always thought Amy was a very attractive lady and I would have to admit thought about how it would be to have a night of passion with her. 

At that point my daydreaming was interrupted as Diane asked me a question. As I started paying attention to what they were saying I realized Amy was talking about her and Joe's sex life, their likes and dislikes. Amy was saying how they don't do anything anymore and she has even thought about going else where for it. I tried to put a little humor into the situation and told her she could join us if she wanted, Diane and I have talked about a threesome in the past. 

As I was chuckling I almost choked when Amy looked at me and said, "Is that an offer?" 

She went on to say how she has thought of being involved with a threesome. I looked at Diane, she smiled at me, and she then looked at Amy and told her you are more than welcome to join us. I almost came right then and there. And then suddenly Amy leaned over and gave Diane a hot passionate kiss... It was just wonderful to watch. 

As they continued to kiss I unbuttoned Amy's nightshirt and removed it. I just sat back and looked her naked body over, as I said before Amy had beautiful rounded breast and were accented by large brown nipples. My hands moved to them as I caressed them, her nipples grew I took them between my finger and thumb and gently twisted them. Diane moved Amy onto her back; she looked hot laying in front of the fireplace nude with just the glow from the fire lighting up the room. I leaned down and circled Amy's right nipple with my tongue. Diane followed me and started kissing and sucking Amy's left nipple. I continued to kiss and suck Amy's nipple, but Diane wasn't as patient she moved downward and started licking Amy's clit. After spending a lot of time giving Amy's breast some special attention I looked up to see what Diane was up to. 

I looked down to see my gorgeous wife on her knees with her ass in the air parting Amy's pussy lips with her fingers and lapping her up with her tongue. Diane's eyes turned slightly and met mine and a sly smile grew over her face. She has never been with a woman before; if I had to bet on it I would say she was enjoying eating her first pussy. By this time I was ready to explode and needed some attention myself. I moved up towards Amy's head, she followed the lead and turns around until she was on all fours. Diane lay on her back so Amy could sit on her face, she went back to eating Amy's pussy and from Amy's moans she must have been doing very well. My cock was now in front of Amy's face, she started licking it like an ice cream cone. Then all of a sudden with on gulp she took me all in. 

As her head moved up and down on my cock she was masterfully using her tongue to take me to new heights of pleasure. As Diane continued licking Amy's pussy it was obvious that Amy was about to cum. Her moans intensified and the vibrations on my cock were too much for me to handle. As my orgasm started and my cum erupted from my hot cock Amy sucked and swallowed all that I could produce. As she was sucking up my cum her body started bucking and quivering on Diane's face as the first wave of her orgasm started Diane licked her clit as she continued until Amy collapsed into my lap. Diane moved from between Amy's legs and moved up into my arms and gave me a hot passionate kiss. 

She whispered to me saying, "I didn't expect to enjoy eating pussy that much."

Amy then spoke up to say, "You haven't felt anything yet, wait till I eat yours baby. You will be in absolute heaven."

Amy then guided Diane onto her back, she kissed her and then started making her way down to her breast. Then moved farther down until she reached Diane's pussy. She spread her lips apart, took one long slow lick, Diane shivered with excitement. My hands caressed Diane's breast as I intensely watched Amy lick her pussy. I'm not sure if it was the site of a gorgeous woman going down on my wife or just the fact that a long time fantasy was coming through, but my cock was getting hard real quick. 

Amy noticed it to because all of a sudden she looked up from Diane's pussy, looked me dead in the eyes and said, "Please,fuck me." 

I just about lost it, as I said earlier Amy was an extremely good-looking lady and she had a body that others would kill for. As she went back to licking my wife's pussy. I positioned myself behind her, she was on her knees with her ass sticking in the air for me. I just admired her ass, rubbing it, smiling, and thinking about what was going to happen. I looked down at Diane, she was smiling at me, and she winked at me and blew me a seductive kiss. 

I then took my cock and rubbed it against her wet pussy; I rubbed her hot juices against my cock, and then rested my cock head against her Pussy lips. Amy moaned deeply as I slowly entered her, just my tip at first. I was massaging her ass cheeks and lower back, as I felt her relax I then thrusted my cock a little deeper in her. A little more massaging, I looked down at my wife; her hips were raised as Amy had her tongue deep into her pussy. I then pushed again; my cock was buried all the way up her beautiful pussy now. I just stayed still watching her eat my wife's pussy until I felt her relax.

I then slowly pumped my cock in and out of Amy. I reached under and rubbed Amy's clit and he moaned loudly, but never missed a lick on Diane's pussy. As my thrust became quicker harder and deeper into Amy, she reached down and started working her fingers on her clit.

My hands held her hips as I fucked her hard. She moaned, Diane moaned as she raised her hips even higher into Amy's face, she put her hands to the back of Amy's head and pulled her in. It wasn't long before Diane was going to explode and as I saw her orgasm come on it was too much for me. It only took about 30 more seconds until I started cumming hard into Amy's. As I was cumming Diane's body tensed as she came all over Amy's face. At just about the same time Amy collapsed after she reached another violent orgasm. We laid there for what seemed like a half hour before Amy muttered up the first sounds thanking us for letting her join, she went on to say that she always fantasized about eating pussy while getting fucked. 

She smiled as she went on to say, "Now I don't have to fantasize, now I have to find a way to make this happen again, and again, and again." 

I naturally told her I would volunteer our services to her anytime she wanted. 

This was the start of a very long and fulfilling weekend between the three of us. 



Helping An Old Lady



Sitting opposite me was an old lady loaded up with shopping bags. Other than her there were only two others on the train. As it neared my station I rose to go to the doors and the old lady rose also, struggling with the bags and packages.

"Let me help you," I volunteered.

"Thank you I seem to have overloaded myself slightly and appreciate your help," she said in a very soft voice, she smiled at me as she said this.

How she managed to carry all these parcels and packages to get on the train was a wonder, for I was loaded and so was she.

"I'm going to catch a bus now," she said to me as we walked out of the station.

"You're going to have trouble getting all this on the bus, let me drive you home my car is in the car park." When I go into the city I usually park my car in the Park and Ride car park for it is easier than trying to find a car-park in the city.

"Oh thank you, I seem to become indebted to you more and more."

"No problem, I have little to do anyway."

"Won't your wife complain giving strange ladies a lift?"

"Divorced, I'm only going back to an empty house."

"Me too, had a bit of a win on the lottery so I had a good spend. Just didn't realise how much I had bought."

We walked to my car and she got in as I loaded all the packages in the back.

I drove her to her home which was a good kilometre past the bus terminus. How she was going to walk all this distance was again a mystery. The house was old and the garden needed attention. It had obviously been well cared for in the past, now it was overgrown by weeds.

"Please come in, the least I could get you is a drink. You didn't tell me your name?"

"Frank."

"Jess, nice to meet you Frank," she said holding out her hand still with bags hanging on her forearm.

I shook her hand which was soft and cool.

"Come and sit down, what would you like to drink?" she asked and just then she tripped on a rug, but I was behind her and shot my hands forward, grasping a well rounded breast in each hand.

Instead of pushing my hands off she crossed hers over mine and I pulled her up and onto my chest. God she felt lovely and soft for an old lady. It seemed I held her like that for a long time, but really it must have been only about 10 seconds.

"Coffee will do fine Jess," I said trying to act normal but I now had a raging hard on, which was surprising me, getting a hard-on over an old lady.

Jess moved away then turned and looked at me, I just couldn't understand the look she gave, it was as though she wanted to stay where she had been with my hands on her breasts. Then for no apparent reason I said. "Come here Jess," and she did.

Right into my open arms her head buried on my shoulder and both arms around my chest. I put one arm around her shoulders and the other on her lovely round arse and pulled her onto my raging cock. Me a 28 year old and a lady into her sixties hugging in the hallway of her house and I had only met the lady less than twenty minutes before. She was pressing her lower abdomen onto my cock and moving her hips as though searching for a comfortable place for my cock to reside.

It seemed the natural thing to do to move my hand to the front of her dress and rub my hand on her mound through the dress and now it was my hand she was pressing against. She lifted her face and I kissed her. A lady older than my own mother, yet here I was taking liberties with her as though I had known her for a long time. I wasn't content with outside of the dress, I pulled up the dress and now I had my hand on her mound with only her silky panties between us.

I felt the coarse hair through the panties and the slit down her vulva. I knew that these weren't so sensitive as her clit and I felt that through the material and I was rubbing this with my thumb as I worked my middle finger under the leg of her knickers.

"Please Frank not here in the hall. Can we wait a while?" she pleaded.

I was now on a roll and I didn't want to stop so I took my hand away and picked her up and carried her down to what I assumed was the bedroom, which it was. Laying her on the bed, she, still carrying her handbag, which she now just discarded. It was just a matter of sliding both hands up her dress and pulling down her knickers; she lifted her hips as I took them off and opened her legs up for me.

My trousers dropped and it was just a matter of placing the knob between her legs and slowly sliding in her moist passage. Well not so easily as I described for this lady was quite tight and I'm quite big, but with a little pressure on both our parts I was up to the hilt and her heels were resting on my thighs. Once embedded I just stopped and looked down at her smiling face. She was no beauty queen, just a plain looking lady who I would normally have just walk right past. Now I was sunk into her soft body, more comfortable than I was for the five years of my marriage.

"Jess, I just can't explain the attraction or why we are in this situation so fast, but I will tell you I feel more at home with you than I ever did with my ex-wife."

"Frank, I've never been married and I have had very few men in my life. I can't explain either why I'm so attracted to you. I feel I can let you do anything to me."

Then I started my slow pump into her lovely cunt, God it was really special and she was using her vaginal muscles to keep a hold of me. Sliding in was like slipping into a furnace she was that warm and moist, also I was sliding past her cervix with every thrust. This was titillating my prick and I felt my climax rising, Jess I think was having multiple climaxes by the sound of her breathing and the clutching of her cunt on my prick. Then when I shot my load she just clamped herself around me by her legs, she sat up and pulled me down onto her. Hugging me tight to her chest, "Thank you Frank, that was wonderful." No female has ever said that to me before and it touched my male ego to think that I had made a female happy by fucking her.

My ex always made it feel that she had done me a favour for allowing me to put my dick inside of her and she couldn't wait to get it out and get away from under me. What a difference having someone hold me so that I had to remain inside of them, also it was as if she was milking my cock with her vagina.

Slowly I was getting hard again, another first, for I never got the chance before to even know that I could get hard so soon after. But this time it was different. She rolled me over so that I was on my back and she sat astride me, looking down at me. She perched on my thighs with my cock up inside of her. As she sat there she started stripping.

First the dress came off over the head, then the slip, then the bra and out spilled a pair of gorgeous breasts she must have been a 16 CC no wonder they felt so soft when I was handling them. I reached forward and took one in each hand as she started moving up and down on my cock.

Only once during my marriage had my ex sat like Jess and that was on our honeymoon and she was drunk. Nothing like Jess though, her soft bottom felt nice as she came down on my thighs and she now had two hands on my chest as she worked her hips faster and faster on my cock which I saw entering and leaving her body, vanishing into the forest of hair between her legs. Her breasts bounced like two out of control jellies with her pink nipples standing out proud with the attention I had been giving them.

It took a while longer before my second climax was attained and when I eventually did she just stopped, sitting down hard on my thighs.

"I want the lot inside Frank, I want not a drop to come out."

She sat like that for a good five minutes as I slowly deflated and even though I knew I was back to a limp state I was still inside of her. It felt that that was where it belonged too.

"Jess I think you are magnificent, why didn't we meet years ago."

"Well we have met now and I feel the same way, so I hope you and I can have many more times like this.

I left her home two hours later and now we meet twice a week, we go out for a meal or the cinema and I stay over for that night. It has been two years now and we haven't missed a visit since.

I have never regretted helping that old lady and would willingly help any other.



Helping Dad



"Strange," I thought as I parked behind dad's car in the driveway, "Car's here. Dad must be around somewhere. Surely he would have a light on if he were in the house. On the other hand, I don't see him anywhere around out here in the yard, maybe he has gone for a walk somewhere."

Mom's pancreatic cancer had finally run its course and she died last Saturday. She had been diagnosed after falling ill one day while she and dad were returning from a brief trip to the coast. They were nearly home when she really got to feeling badly so he drove directly to the Emergency Room at the hospital where, fortunately, the on-duty staff checked her over and admitted her for observation and tests. Dad stayed with her the rest of the day and on Sunday, then, by mid-afternoon on Monday, Dr. Wilson, an Oncologist, gave dad the bad news.

Now, a short five months later, mom had succumbed to the cancer, services had been held and mom's remains were in an urn on the living room mantel and dad had begun the struggle to accept the fact that mom was gone.

Seeing no lights and assuming that dad was away briefly, I opened the unlocked back door and made my way, uninvited, into the house. Feeling no need to slam the door to announce my arrival, I gently eased the door closed and made my way toward the den.

I arrived in the doorway between the dining room and den and paused as my eyes adjusted to the dim light emanating from the silenced TV and noted that dad was home after all. He was sitting in his lounge chair staring vacantly at the flickering images on the screen, clearly oblivious and seeing nothing of the cartoon action.

I took another step into the darkened room and said, "Dad, what's wrong. You never sit in a dark room and stare at stupid kids cartoons?"

Dad jumped as if awakened from a deep sleep and said, "Carrie, I didn't hear you come in. What on earth are you doing back here so soon? Can't be but two or three hours since you left."

In silence, I knelt at his side wrapped my arms around his neck and said, "God daddy, it's a long, sad story. Lets fix a cup of coffee and I'll tell you all about it."

Seated at the kitchen table, I sighed and said, "Now daddy, you asked why I came back so soon after being here earlier. Well, when I arrived back home, Randy was seated in the living room staring vacantly at the TV set, actually, he looked pretty much the same way you did when I came in a few minutes ago. Anyhow, he was looking at something about a thousand yards the other side of the TV set and jumped about a foot when I spoke and broke into his thoughts."

"It seems that he had a call from his Aunt Lillian while I was over here. His Uncle Bill suffered a stroke yesterday and Randy is going to go help Lil run the ranch," I added.

"My God Carrie, just like that? Hell, that's kind of sudden isn't it? So, when are you two going to leave?" Questions poured from dad in such rapid-fire succession that I had to hold up my hand to stop the flow.

I giggled softly and said, "Easy dad, give me a chance. First of all, Randy is loading his things into the pickup right now as we speak," I said. "And I'm not going with him. We talked for a while and, although I guess we have kept the news from you and mom so she wouldn't have that to think about while she was so ill, things have been going down hill pretty steadily for a long, long time."

Dad broke into my outpouring and said, "Jesus Carrie why? What's wrong with you two anyhow?"

Sadly, I said, "Dad I, oh shit, both Randy and I have known for a while now that sex is about all that ever got us together in the first place. I guess that if fantastic fucking were all it takes to make a marriage work, we would be together forever. Unfortunately, being the best lay he has ever had and his great big, wonderful cock just isn't doing it for either of us anymore. God dad, we can't float through life joined at the groin with little else to bind us together." Seeing the growing concern on dad's face prompted me to add, "And don't be blaming him either. I'm as much at fault as he is; there are a million things I could have done at one time or another that just might have kept us together. We both let whatever opportunities there were slip away so here we are."

Never in my entire thirty-five years had I used language as coarse around my parents nor had I ever heard anything even close to it from them so my words must have shocked dad to the core. Much as I tried when I was growing up, I never did hear much of anything issue through their closed bedroom door. The only clue was the rhythmic squeaking of their bedsprings whenever they made love. If either of them ever said a word, it had to have been in carefully controlled whispers.

Dad quickly recovered from my words and said, "So that means it is all over between you two?"

I nodded silently then said, "As far as the marriage goes. Right now and, I guess, for the foreseeable future, neither of us has plans to take up with anyone else so don't be terribly surprised if on the rare occasions when we see one another..."

Curious, dad said, "When you see one another, what?"

"Well dad, I imagine that if we aren't seeing anyone else, we both will be horny and will find some way to locate a bed we can use for a little while. I hope this news doesn't upset you too much daddy, but that is the way it is," I said.

After that, we sat in companionable silence for a few minutes. At last, dad looked up and with a hint of tears in his eyes said, "Honey, I'm so sorry...for both of you. But, at least, you do have each other, even if it will be for infrequent visits."

Noticing his teary eyes, I quickly got out of my chair and knelt at his side so that I could hug him. I said, "Oh daddy, I'm so sorry. It was very inconsiderate of me to talk about sex, especially at a time like this in your life. Please forgive me, I don't know how I could have been so stupid."

Dad drew in a long, deep breath and reached to return my hug. In doing so, his hand bumped into my ample left breast, something that must have been extremely embarrassing for him as he quickly jerked his hand back away from me. I laid my head on his shoulder with my lips close to his neck and, this time, he managed to return my hug without bumping any intimate parts of my body.

I kissed dad on the neck and said, "Oh daddy, you needn't be embarrassed simply because you accidentally bumped into my tit. Damn things are in the way most of the time. I don't mind at all." I giggled and said, "Matter of fact, it felt kind of good so I won't mind at all if you overcome some of your puritan scruples and do it again sometime...accidentally or on purpose, whatever."

Dad never did get a chance to respond as just then, there was a knock at the back door. I stood quickly and went to discover Jenny Frink, dad's next-door neighbor, holding a foil and towel covered casserole pan that was obviously very hot.

Dad stood and said, "Jenny, what on earth have you done? You shouldn't be doing this, you have your own problems."

Jenny said, "Oh hush. After the way you and Mary helped me while John was laid up after his accident I would be a pretty sorry excuse for a neighbor if I didn't do a little bit. Besides, I know how much you enjoy lasagna and since I was making some for myself, I just made a little extra for you as well."

I reached to relieve Jenny of the dish and sat on the counter and thanked her for taking the trouble to see to it that dad had a hot meal. I didn't mention that the pantry and refrigerator already had enough stuff other people had brought to feed the entire neighborhood.

Dad thanked her as well and invited her to join us. I got another cup and poured some coffee for her and seated her next to dad while I returned to my seat on the other side of the table. Jenny's husband John had suffered a fall at work almost a year ago and was hospitalized in a coma for weeks and weeks before she had to make the terrible decision to permit removal of life support and let him go. The strain of waiting for him to recover as well as the horror of letting him expire had taken a terrible toll and mom and dad had worked hard to ease her suffering. The onset of mom's cancer had pretty much put an end to their efforts although, in addition to caring for mom, dad did continue to do a few things for Jenny.

From my position seated across from Jenny and catty corner to dad, I had a perfect opportunity to observe them as they talked. I knew that dad was sixty years old and guessed that Jenny must be about fifty seven or eight and wondered idly if anything would come of their close proximity and similar personal situations. Unbidden, I felt a slight twinge of jealousy and gave myself a mental kick for even letting myself think badly of them somehow getting together.

A few moments later, I stood, rinsed my cup and made my departure, leaving Jenny and dad sitting at the table engaged in conversation.

Back at home again, I helped Randy pack his belongings and once everything except for the few things he would use in the morning was loaded, we tied a tarp over the load and went inside. I suggested making a pot of coffee but Randy declined saying, "I better not, I want to get an early start and need all the sleep I can get. A glass of Merlot would be nice though if we have any. That ought to help me relax and get to sleep."

I stood to get the wine and returned in a bit with two filled glasses. "Better not get too sleepy too soon with this stuff," I laughed as I handed him his glass. You have at least one more important task before you go. Maybe even two."

Randy raised his glass with eyebrows lifted and said, "Oh? And what else do I have to do?"

I nodded down toward my groin and grinning, said; "You didn't think I would let you get away without one last roll in the sack, did you?"

We arose, extinguished the lights and made our way to the bedroom where the partially consumed wine was deposited on the dresser and we turned into each other's arms. I mashed my breasts into Randy's chest and with pudenda rubbing, our passions quickly built and Randy guided us to the bed where we tumbled down, giggling, and began fumbling all of our clothing off to be scattered haphazardly on the floor to either side of the bed.

Once naked and spread flat on my back, I spread my legs invitingly and Randy covered my supine form. I reached for the massive erection that had given me so many thrilling orgasms and gave it a couple of tentative strokes before I guided him to my glistening cleft. A split second later I felt the glorious thrill as his erection began to penetrate the center of my being. Randy, ever considerate, did his best to enter me with caution but I put an end to that notion and gave a mighty thrust upward and sighed contentedly when our pubic bones met with a crash. My impulsive move ended the gentle lovemaking and we began an abandoned thrashing, heaving and thrusting that continued until my pussy was filled with hot cum.

After the peak of our passions subsided and with my legs locked around his loins, the better to prevent Randy slip from the hot wet folds of my pussy, I continued a gentle bucking and thrusting that kept Randy hard and me hot. Finally, my second or third orgasm began to peak and I shouted, "Oh God Randy, fuck me and fill me with another load of cum."

Our second rise to the peaks of lust was much slower but, at that, the glorious feeling of hot cum spurting to the very depths of my being came all too soon and, once again, we fell back and allowed a feeling of euphoria flow over us.

Reliving the delightful sensations elicited by Randy's huge cock brought a smile to my face that did not escape Randy's eye and he said, "So, care to share what it is that is making you smile that way?"

I grinned and said, "Oh I was just remembering how good it feels to have your cock trying to get inside my womb so those little guys wouldn't have so far to swim."

Alarmed, Randy sat up and said, "Oh my God, you don't think...?"

I laughed and said, "Relax, I'm still on the pill. Doesn't mean I can't enjoy having you try to drive your cock all the way to the very center of me."

We got up and showered together. I soaped Randy all over before I let my soapy hands begin to fondle his cock. He was slow in coming back erect and I reached a soapy finger to his anus. With my middle finger inserted as far as the second knuckle, I began to fuck in and out in sync with my hand strokes on his cock and he quickly achieved the state of erection I desired. I leaned against the tiled wall with my ass thrust back and Randy was quick to take the hint and soap my butt being careful to coat my asshole finger deep with the slippery soap.

A moment later I sighed in contentment as I felt his massive cock slide into me until his balls slapped against the outer folds of my pussy. I reached down and would have stuffed his balls into my vagina if I could have. Instead, I had to be content with the feel of the hairy sack as I rubbed it against my dripping slit. 

Randy reached to fondle my tits with both hands while I fingered my clit with one hand and pressed his balls against my sex with the other. Between erotic moans of contentment, soft sighs and grunts, I urged Randy on, saying, "Oh God Randy fuck me, fuck me. Fill my ass with cum."

All too soon, Randy gave a mighty lunge, drove his cock as far into my ass as he could and hot cum began to flood my bowels.

Spent and clean, we stepped from the shower, dried each other and returned to the bedroom.

We paused at the edge of the bed and burst into laughter. Our earlier antics had created a large puddle of cum in the middle of the bed and there was nothing for it but to strip and remake the bed with clean sheets.

Afterward, with the wine finished off and the lights off, I got into bed on my side and Randy snuggled up against my backside. I lifted my leg, reached back until I could grasp and pull Randy's cock up against my pussy, sighed and drifted off to sleep.

We must have slept without stirring for, upon awakening early the next morning, Randy's hard cock was still between my legs and his arm was draped across me such that his hand was cupped around my breast.

"Mmmmm," I murmured languorously, kicked the covers off, rolled over onto my front and got up onto my knees. A moment later, Randy kneed his way between my spread thighs and, once again, I experienced the delightful sensation of having my pussy stuffed with his throbbing manhood. I reached back so that I could finger his cock at the point of contact with my pussy and, a moment later, slid one finger in alongside his thrusting dick.

The combination of his hard cock and my thrusting finger soon caused the familiar tingling sensation I knew would soon result in a great orgasm. My moans became more and more insistent as I begged for the release I knew Randy would provide. His fierce pounding, bucking and thrusting grew in intensity and, a moment later his cock swelled even larger and hot cum began to spurt and flood to the very core of my being.

Randy's orgasm triggered my own and I shouted, "Oh God Randy, I'm cumming, I'm cumming. Oh fuck me, fuck me. Please keep on fucking me. Oh damn I love it when you fill me with cum this way."

Afterward, and before we cleaned up, we lay wrapped in a tight embrace; reluctant to face the parting we both knew had to come. Finally I arose, made a half assed attempt to stem the flow of our combined fluids as they dribbled from a vagina too filled to contain them and, still naked, fixed breakfast and made Randy a lunch. Then he was gone.

I returned to the bedroom, looked at the bed and shook my head in wonder. Giggling softly, I again stripped the bed of wrinkled and soiled sheets and, with no other clean linen with which to remake the bed, took all the soiled stuff to the laundry and got one set going so that I would have clean bedding to sleep on.

Once the sheets and pillowcases were in the dryer, I reached for the telephone but before dialing decided that rather than call, I would stop by and see for myself how dad was doing.

I found him on the patio with a lawn mower up on a table. He was standing looking at the machine and his lips were pursed. Jenny was seated in one of the patio chairs watching intently as dad tried to decide what was wrong with the mower.

Dad spotted me as I walked around the corner. His face brightened and he said, "Hi Carrie, what brings you over this time of day?"

Jenny turned and said, "Hi Carrie, you look bright enough for someone who has just been left high and dry."

I giggled and said, "High maybe but I doubt anyone would ever use the word dry if they saw the place before I cleaned up. Randy and I gave each other parting gifts before he left."

Dad looked up and said, "Huh," while Jenny had a good laugh and said, "Oh Carrie, that's precious." It was pretty clear that she got the message.

Wistfully, I said, "Yes it was. It's too bad about Randy's Uncle because but for having to go and help his aunt, we would probably have continued forever giving and receiving great sex and being pretty good friends."

I watched for a few moments as dad returned to tinkering with the lawn mower. Jenny explained, saying, "This damn mower of mine quit on me and your dad is trying to get it going again." She sighed and said, "I sure hope it isn't totally shot. I really don't want to have to buy a new one right now. Got taxes to pay before I can have another mower."

Dad got a wrench, unscrewed the spark plug, took one look and snorted. He held up the spark plug and said, "Well Jen, it looks as though a new plug is about all this thing needs."

He walked toward the garage and said, "Think there may be one in here somewhere. It should fit, I guess."

Once he was gone and unable to hear, I said, "Jenny, did dad ever eat last evening?"

Jenny grinned and said, "Yes Carrie, yes he did. He ate a couple of helpings of the lasagna. I would have made him eat some salad but the only green stuff I could find wasn't fit to feed to farm animals. I did feed him some dessert that he seemed to enjoy!"

I raised one eyebrow in a speculative manner and she continued, "Carrie, I hope you don't feel badly, but I just had to do something. I know your mother has been gone but a few days but, damn it, I had to do something and made him an offer he would have to have been dead to refuse."

I stepped close, knelt and put my arms around her and said, "Jenny, of course I am not upset. In fact it's better it was you than me I guess. If you hadn't knocked when you did last evening, I was on the verge of doing something no daughter, even one as old as I am, should ever even think of doing. If I didn't feel so badly for dad, I would be ashamed of myself for ever harboring such incestuous thoughts."

Jenny cocked one eyebrow, nodded thoughtfully and said, Carrie, don't fret about it. If that is what was required to snap him out of the funk he was in, then I say to hell with what the rest of the world says. Maybe between us, we will keep his mind off the way your mother went." Sadly, she added, "Won't do me much harm either. I don't believe for a moment that John or Mary would deny either of us a chance to feel good once in a while."

Just then, dad's voice broke in asking, "Ok you two, what's all the whispering?"

I stood, turned to dad, threw my arms around him and said, "Dad, Jen sort of told me what happened last evening after I left. I want you to know that I couldn't be happier...for both of you. I think it is great that you are able to help one another this way."

Dad's voice was thick with emotion when he said, "Damn it Carrie, your mother..."

I laid a finger over his mouth and said, "Daddy, you know mom would never object to you guys being able to comfort one another. Personally, I think it's great you have one another to, to....lean on."




Helping Dad



Jenny arose from her chair, stepped close and threw her arms around both of us saying, "Ok, enough of this damn blubbering. Why don't I get us all some iced tea?" 

A moment after she was gone, still holding dad close, I twisted to face him and said, "So tell me dad, was it good? Are you feeling any better now?"

Dad gave me a long silent look, shook his head in wonder at the audacity of my questions, and said, "Carrie, I'm not even going to dignify those questions with answers. Even if we did anything and I am not about to tell you anything, I wouldn't discuss it with you or with anyone else, for that matter." 

I grinned, ground my pelvis against him and said, "She was that good huh? Ok then, no more of this foolishness feeling badly about being able to give each other pleasure. Both of you have physical needs and there is no reason in the world why you shouldn't take care of one another whenever either of you feel the need."

Thoughtfully, dad said, "Oh I haven't a doubt but what we will do just that. Now what are we going to do to jump-start your love life. Good God, a girl your age shouldn't be without a man."

I looked him in the eye, grinned and said; "God dad, Randy and I fucked each other's brains out half the night and again this morning. Give me a little time to rest up and then maybe we can talk about my sex life or lack of same and what needs to be done about it."

Aghast, dad stepped away and said, "Jesus girl, what are you suggesting...? Surely you don't think that we...? Oh hell no, we could never..."

Dad's incoherent muttering was interrupted when Jenny said, "And just why in hell not. Think you are the first man in history to have an opportunity to do something good for his daughter in bed? Or for that matter, that she is the first daughter to want to help her dad over some of the rough spots in his life? Good God Jim don't think it to death. Just do it and be damned glad for the opportunity."

Jenny patted the chair at her side and said, "First, you better sit down and have a drink of tea. You look as if you going to have a stroke or something."

Shaking his head in wonder, dad sat where Jenny indicated, accepted the proffered glass of tea and took a long swallow of the cooling drink. I sat at Jenny's other side and joined them as they drank their tea.

Jenny reached to the fly opening in dad's shorts, rubbed her hand along the obvious bulge and said, "Why Jim, I do believe all this salacious talk has made you hard. I think that's cool, don't you Carrie? Proves he can still get it up."

Dad made one more attempt to bring the conversation to a halt and said, "Damn it you two, Carrie, your my daughter. Fathers, at least, none I am aware of go around screwing their daughters nor do they entertain thoughts of doing such a terrible thing. He paused, smiled briefly, and added, "Well, almost none."

I couldn't resist and said, "Dad, of course fathers don't 'go around' screwing their daughters. Doesn't mean it doesn't happen though. I knew a couple of girls in my class in high school that fucked their dads most any time they wanted to, especially whenever they wanted something they knew they would never receive if they didn't put out for them. Next to myself, they were probably the only ones that were not fucking about anybody that wanted a quick piece of ass."

I stood, set my empty glass on the table, thanked Jenny for the drink and said, "Now, I better get my ass away from here before I get myself in trouble."

Dad stood and we hugged one another for a long time. I could feel his hard cock pulse through our clothing and thought it strange for it to flex the way it was unless it was due to something he was doing deliberately. I laid my head on his shoulder and whispered, "Whenever you are ready dad. Please don't keep me waiting too awfully long. Another day or two and I expect I will have needs too, you know."

He bumped his erection against me gently, we separated and I walked away, turned and waved goodbye just before rounding the corner and walking to my car.

Later in the evening, I sat with a book in my lap and thought back about the strange conversation and my blatant invitation to my own father to make love. "I wonder if anything will ever come of all this," I thought and stared, unseeing, at a point in the far distance.

I returned to work the next day and didn't see dad or Jenny for several days. We talked almost daily and I was pleased that dad sounded nearly like his old self from the days before mom became ill.

Dad called me the following Wednesday after I reached home after work. We chatted briefly until he said, "Carrie, you know, the boat is just taking up expensive moorage, it is probably time to take it out and get some use out of it or sell. Whatever, it is an awfully expensive toy to go and sit on while I drink coffee. I asked Jenny and she agreed to go out with me for the weekend and we were wondering if you would like to come along?"

I thought for a minute and said, "I guess you are talking overnight huh?"

Dad laughed and said, "For the weekend generally means overnight, yes. Actually, I thought we might leave Friday after you get off work. We can find a place to drop anchor for the night, cruise Saturday, spend another night and get back to the marina sometime Sunday. How does that sound?"

I thought briefly of the work that needed doing in the yard and said, "Ok I guess. I don't have any idea when I will ever get my yard work done, but your offer of a relaxing cruise is too damn good to pass up. So, what can I bring?"

Dad laughed again and said, "Hell, Carrie, just bring whatever you need for a weekend on the water and not much of that either. Jenny and I will bring whatever we need to eat and drink."

I halfway expected that so was prepared and said, "That's bullshit and you know it. Either tell me what I can bring or plan on leaving without me. I mean it now."

Dad laughed and said, "I don't know how I was blessed with a stubborn kid like you. Ok, here's the thing, I'm partial to those Brandy Alexanders you make with the ice cream so why don't you bring the makings, whatever you need, some good wine we can have with our dinners and maybe some stuff for Bloody Mary's and we will call it good."

I said, "Well dad, that's not much but it is a damn site better than nothing so I guess you have a deal. See you on board as soon as I can get there after work."

Never knowing what the weather might be like, I spent Thursday evening gathering a few things to wear that would be comfortable no matter what the weather. I stopped on the way home and picked up brandy, crème d coca, vodka, gin and Bloody Mary mix as well as four bottles of wine. With everything locked securely in the trunk of the car, I sat down and tried to find something interesting that I had not already seen on the TV. Failing that, I poured myself a glass of White Zin put a tape in the VCR and sat back to watch a porn video.

Shortly after the FBI warning about reproducing the tape, the ads for phone sex and the previews of other films, the movie started and I knew at once it was one Randy had left behind that I had never seen. The title, NAUGHTY GIRLS AND THEIR HORNY DADS, should have alerted me to what I had let myself in for but my mind was a thousand miles away with Randy and so I was surprised to see a naked (young?) girl tiptoe along a hallway and pause outside a closed door. She listened carefully before easing the door open to reveal a naked older man lying on his back in bed. He was holding a magazine in one hand and slowly stroking a massive erection with his other hand. The dark red crown of his cock glistened, presumably with pre cum, in the dim light. As the girl eased toward him, the man released his cock, ran a curved finger over the head of his cock and then licked the accumulated moisture from his finger. The girl paused briefly and watched as the man again scooped and licked precum from his finger.

The girl finally broke the man's concentration on his magazine and said, "God Daddy, that is so hot. Can I taste some of that?"

Startled, the man dropped the magazine and attempted to cover his exposed erection. Finding nothing except the sheet he was holding down with the weight of his body, the man said, "Jesus Sis, you startled me. Now what in hell are you doing in here and why aren't you wearing pajamas or a nightgown or something?"

The girl giggled and said, "Probably for the same reason you are naked Dad. I'm horny and want you to help me out. She giggled again and said, "I guess if we are lucky, we'll have the time of our lives."

The man shook his head, obviously at a loss as to how to respond. His face brightened as he looked at his watch and said, "Ok miss smart ass, your mother will be home soon and you better forget whatever you have in mind and get back to your room."

Pouting, the girl said, "Daddy, we have plenty of time if you would just get busy and do me. Mom will never have to know a thing about it. Besides, if you won't do me, Tommy will when he gets home. Now would you rather my brother do me or are you going to take care of me?"

Just then a woman's voice was heard saying, "Shit, now I think I have heard everything." The camera focused on the doorway and revealed an attractive, well-dressed woman. Her hair was coiffed perfectly and she looked as though she was about to be photographed for a clothing ad. Standing just behind was a young man sporting an unruly thatch of sandy hair and a wide smirky smile. He placed his hands on the woman's hips and said, "Jesus Mom. Would you look at that? Dad and Leann, as naked as jaybirds. Wow, is this great or what?"

The woman made no effort to move the boy's hands but turned to look him in the eye and said, "I don't know, is it?" She smiled and added, "I can tell you one thing young man. If your father lays one finger on your sister, we are going to have some fun. Whatever is good for the goose is going to be wonderful for the gander."

The boy stepped closer to the woman and raised his hands from her hips to cup her breasts through the clothing she was wearing. She slapped his hands away saying, "Come on now, knock it off. Let me get out of these things before you get finger marks all over everything."

My wine glass empty, I sat it on a side table, stood and tugged the bottom half of my warm up suit down and off. Then I slid the top up and off before sitting back down to watch the movie. On an impulse, I ran to my nightstand next to the bed, opened the top drawer and removed a large dildo. I looked in the drawer, shrugged and retrieved a tube of lubricating jelly and returned to watch more of the movie.

Once seated comfortably in my chair, I returned my attention to the video and watched as the now naked woman and boy joined the girl and the man on the bed. The girl had positioned herself over the man and the woman was kneeling slightly behind and beside the girl and was kneading the girl's pussy with one hand while her other hand was filled with the massive cock that she attempted to guide into the girl's dripping pussy.

The boy was on his back with the largest cock I had ever seen and it was pointed straight up in the air. Once the woman had successfully inserted the man's massive cock into the girl's pussy, she turned to the boy and took his pulsing pole deep into her mouth. I gasped as I saw how easily she accommodated an organ as large as that one inside her mouth. 

There followed several minutes of fucking and sucking and I let my mind drift back to the dildo in my hand. I opened the tube of lube and spread a liberal coat over the full length of the faux cock. That task finished I lost little time in starting myself on to the road to an orgasm. I rubbed the dildo along the length of my cleft before I used it to spread my labia and then inserted it a little way into my vagina.

I maintained some contact with the screen action, but closed my eyes and gave myself over to the pleasure/pain as the simulated cock entered further and further into the depths of my pussy. It was not until after the bulge at the base of the dildo was pressed firmly against my labia that I opened my eyes and watched the man's huge cock slide in and out of the girl. Then my soft exclamations of joy and lustful sighs and murmurs blended with those issuing from the screen and I gave myself up to the sheer pleasure of having my pussy stuffed with the largest item, human or otherwise, that had ever entered my pussy. My orgasm built rapidly as I noted that somehow, the woman/mother had moved onto her back so that the boy could slide his big dick in and out of her cunt. The man and girl had changed positions and she was kneeling before him making it easy for him to thrust and drive his massive organ deep into her glistening pussy. Each time he tugged backward, his retreating cock caused the girl's puffy labia to pucker outward and each inward thrust caused her lips to pull inward.

My orgasm broke and I turned my attention back to myself as I humped my groin at the invading plastic cock and I had to stop and catch my breath.

Finally, exhausted, I clicked the VCR and TV off, pulled the dildo out of myself and went to the refrigerator to pour another glass of Zin. So, wineglass in hand, I turned out the lights and made my way to the bedroom. I used tissues to wipe the dildo clean, returned it to the nightstand drawer, turned out the light and got between the sheets.

In the few moments before sleep overcame me, I fantasized about how large dad's hard cock might feel buried deep inside me and how nice it would feel thrusting in and out of my pussy. I gave myself over to the lascivious feelings and rubbed my pussy with slow circular motions until my efforts made me cum with a gentle satisfying release. The next thing I knew, the sun was shining through the bedroom window and it was time to rise up and face a new day.

Upon arising, I hurried to the bathroom to relieve myself and while there remembered the tape still in the VCR. Worried that someone might find the sort of thing I watch when I'm feeling horny, I ran, naked, to the VCR and removed the tape. It wasn't until the thing was stored out of sight under a stack of panties in my dresser that I realized it made little difference whether someone found the thing where I hid it or if they found it still in the VCR. I sighed and went about the task of getting myself ready for work.

My day went quickly and it was soon time to leave for the marina. I ran into a minimart and picked up a couple packages of vanilla ice cream for the Brandy Alexander's and parked a few moments later. With all my stuff clutched tightly in hand, I made my way through the gate and down the ramp and found dad and Jenny waiting, ready to cast off.

The ice cream safely stashed in the freezer, I went topside and helped get the boat underway. The boat, at thirty-eight feet, was not large but it had served mom and dad well for several years and although most of their cruising was done solo, by shifting things around several people could be accommodated for short trips.

I joined Jenny and dad on the flying bridge and asked, "So dad, how are we going to do this? Want me to fix up a bed in the salon or what?

Dad coughed into his hand, obviously embarrassed and said, "Honey, I hope you don't mind, but Jenny and I will use the main bed and you can sleep in the small bedroom or in the salon, whichever."

I grinned and said, "Come on dad, there's no need to be embarrassed. God, you two are adults and can have whatever sleeping arrangement you wish."

Gently, dad said, "Yes but Honey, it has been such a short time since your mother..."

I walked up to stand directly behind him at his position at the helm, wrapped my arms around his shoulders, and said, "Daddy, I know, KNOW that mom never expected you to live like a hermit after she died. Had she thought that I am sure her last days would have been even worse for her than they were. So, let's hear no more bullshit about not sleeping with Jenny. I hope and I know mom would too, that you two will do everything in your power to make each other happy."

There were tears in Jenny's eyes as she stepped up to us, threw her arms around both dad and myself and said, "Oh God, Carrie, I am so glad you don't feel badly toward your dad or me about all of this. I couldn't bear to see him have to endure your displeasure. I stepped back, dried my own eyes and said, "Well, now that we have got all that shit out of the way, can I bring something to drink?"

Dad said, "Nothing for me Hon, not while I am at the helm. You two go ahead and have whatever you like."

I looked toward Jenny with raised eyebrows and she said, "I guess I could do with a small glass of wine." 

I was on the first step on my way below when dad turned and said, "Oh hell, I guess a Pepsi won't hurt."

I found a small serving tray in the galley and returned to the bridge with two glasses of wine, neither one of them small, and with dad's can of pop. In companionable silence, we watched the tree covered shoreline go by for a time then I stood and said, "Hope I don't offend either of you but I have been wearing this damned bra just about as long as I intend to."

Looking back, dad said, "Won't bother me any. Take both it and your shirt off for all I care."

Jenny stood and together, we removed our blouses and bras. Naked from the waist up, we stood and let the soft river breezes flow across our upper bodies. The thrill of being exposed to dad's eyes and to Jenny along with the gentle touch of air was more than enough to cause my nipples to perk up. Clearly, Jenny was not immune to the excitement generated by our near nudity while with dad. Her nipples seemed to be quite perky as well.

Grinning, Jenny nudged me playfully and said, "God Jim, you make us feel like a couple of wanton hussies. Here we stand half naked and there you are fully clothed. Couldn't you get a bit more comfortable so we won't feel quite as...as...hell, I guess exposed is what I am trying to say."

Grudgingly, dad said, "Oh hell, I suppose I could remove my shirt. Here Carrie, take the wheel for a minute, would you please?"

Dad drew his polo shirt off over his head so that, like Jenny and me, he was dressed in shorts and Topsiders. The removal of his shirt revealed that the long tail had covered enough of his shorts to disguise a rather sizable bulge. Neither Jenny nor I failed to notice dad's obvious arousal and I said, "Mmmm Dad, nice." 

Jenny however, took a more direct action. She stepped up behind and close to dad, encircled his waist with her arms and then let them slide down until her hands were able to fondle his very visible erection.

Casting a worried look in my direction, dad said, "Jenny, this is hardly the place or time..."

Jenny's laugh tinkled musically and she said, "Oh for God's sake Jim, lighten up. I'm just teasing. Besides I'm positive Carrie has seen more erotic sights than a man having his boner stroked this way, haven't you Hon?"

I laughed and said, "Oh yes. Now if I were to see something really good, it would be you playing with the real thing, not just the bulge in his shorts."

Jenny reached for the pull-tab on dad's zipper and opened the front of his shorts. Swiftly, her hand darted inside and a moment later she tugged dad's massive hard on into view and began stroking him slowly.

Dad immediately said, "Oh my God. Carrie, this isn't something you should see."

"Au contraire dad, this is something I have wanted to see for a very, very long time," I said as I knelt at his side and reached to place my hand alongside Jenny's on dad's long hot pole.

Jenny and I had a great time stroking for a short time, then I dipped my head forward and slid the crown of dad's massive cock into my mouth and clamped my lips just below the ridge I knew instinctively would feel great sliding in and out of a pussy, especially my own. I sucked for a moment, removed my mouth and said, "Jenny, I'm willing to share, your turn now."




Helping Dad



Jenny's gleeful giggle was silenced the moment she slid dad's throbbing manhood deep inside her mouth. I placed one hand on the back of her head and the other on dad's back and held them lightly as dads hips, unbidden, began to thrust lightly as he fucked in and out of his dear neighbor's mouth.

I tried, unsuccessfully, to slide a hand under the top band of my shorts and panties. Kneeling as I was, my hand simply did not have enough room to get inside to my pussy so I stood, unfastened the closure, slid my hands into the waistband and shoved my shorts and panties down to my ankles. I resumed my kneeling position, reached for my dripping cleft and placed my mouth on the side of dad's cock, right next to Jenny's mouth.

Dad erupted a moment later and cum began to seep from the corners of Jenny's mouth only to disappear into mine as I eagerly licked each drop that Jenny did not swallow.

Jenny quickly lifted her mouth from dad's still hard cock and said, "Here Carrie, I must not hog all of your daddy's lovely cum, there is plenty for both of us, why don't you finish him off?"

A moment later, my mouth replaced Jenny's and I finished sucking and licking the last of dad's hot cum from his slowly deflating dick. Certain that I had received all there would be for the time being, I arose and kicked out of my clothing so that I stood before Jenny and dad, completely naked. Jenny finished the task of removing dad's shorts and underpants, stood and removed what was left of her clothing and the three of stood silently and watched the shore slide past.

A few minutes later, we rounded a slight bend in the river and saw a couple of boats, similar in size to dads, drawn close to a sandy beach.

Recognizing the boats, dad said, "Looks as though a few of the regulars have arrived ahead of us."

The beach looked familiar and I was certain I had seen it from the highway on the other side of the river and I said, "Dad, isn't this the public nude beach? Isn't this where all the weird stuff we hear about goes on?"

Dad shrugged and said, "Yes Carrie, this is the nude beach and if anything weird goes on here I'm not aware of it. The anchorage is about as far as I have ever been so I suppose it is possible that some rather strange things go out in the bushes." He shrugged again and added, "Their business I guess, not mine."

Some of the occupants of the boats and a few people on shore recognized the boat and waved. Dad grinned and pulled the horn lanyard and from somewhere above us a horn blasted loud enough to raise the dead. Dad had salvaged the thing from an old freighter and took great delight in scaring people out of their wits whenever possible.

Just as dad reduced power to approach the anchored boats, I reached for my discarded clothing. Dad saw what I was doing, chuckled, and said, "Carrie, you don't need to get dressed unless you want to. After all, this is a nude beach. If you will look closely most of those folks are as naked as we are. He chuckled and added, "Except for the unfortunate few caught at that-time-of-the-month. At that, they are most likely wearing only the bottom halves of their Bikinis.

Jenny and I went to the stern and tossed long lines to eager hands and with the anchor set at the front of the boat we soon were snugged, stern first, against the beach. 

With the boat properly secured, the three of us stepped ashore to be greeted by a small group who clearly were well acquainted with dad. Dad made introductions and as soon as I could get him aside, I said, "Daddy, I'm embarrassed. You introduced me as your daughter and Jenny as your good friend. Well I guess she is that and certainly, I am your daughter but won't they think it a bit odd for you to be with two naked women, one of them your own daughter?"

Dad chuckled softly and said, "I doubt anyone gave it a second thought. Everyone on each of those boats is family and all of them are nudists. Every one of those kids has grown up completely familiar with unclothed bodies. See them running around in the sand? Not a one of them acts a bit differently than any other kids on any other beach."

I shrugged and said, "Whatever. I guess I just equate adult nudity with some sort of sexual activity. Maybe I shouldn't do that, huh?"

Grinning, dad said, "Whatever you have been thinking is most likely right on the mark, at least part of the time. See the older guy with most of his hair gone and the younger woman beside him. Well, she is his oldest daughter and they have sex. I know because I accidentally discovered them doing it one time. The good looking woman playing volleyball is his wife and the young blonde headed stud with the long dick just this side of her is their grandson. I don't know it for a fact, but word is she and her daughter taught him the facts of life the fun way. I don't have a reason in the world to disbelieve any of it the way they act sometimes."

Jenny came over and asked, "Are either of you hungry? Maybe we should get dinner out of the way before it gets too dark."

With that, the three of us climbed back aboard the boat and quickly discovered the galley would accommodate but one person at a time. Jenny suggested that dad and I sit at the dinette while she got things ready. I got down some goblets and handed dad a bottle of wine to open. Jenny located the corkscrew and a moment later each of us had a glass of wine in hand.

Jenny reached in the refrigerator and removed a large box of fried chicken, a container of mashed potatoes and another container of gravy. She laughed and said, "Not the greatest culinary achievement, but it IS quick."

She placed everything in the microwave, set the table and, once the food was hot, set everything and a container of coleslaw out on the table.

It was full dark by the time we finished eating and had everything clean and picked up. Later on in the salon, dad found a good music station on the radio and started to fool with the TV but quickly gave up saying, "Damn thing still doesn't work up here. Guess we'll have to settle for a video or just music."

Jenny gave me a long look, made some sort of a decision and said, "Jim, did you bring any of those 'good' videos along?"

Dad cast a quick glance toward me and said, "Yes, but I'm not certain..." His voice trailed into silence and I said, "So dad, what is it you're not certain of. Think I'm too young to see anything 'racy' or are you afraid to find out that I like to watch porn sometimes."

There was a dry note in dad's voice when he said, "Carrie, it's not the content of the videos I am so concerned with as it is the identity of the performers that gives me pause."

Suddenly understanding and looking from dad to Jenny, I said, "Oh ho. Am I to understand you two have been filming some hanky panky?"

Dad and Jenny looked at me in silence, then before Jenny could speak, dad said, "It's not just Jen and me on those tapes, these were made before John's accident so all four of us were being foolish I guess."

Jenny giggled like a schoolgirl and said, "I'll say we were. Sure was fun though. We all thought being naughty was great fun back then."

I gave dad a long look and said, "Daddy, I'm disappointed you kept all this from me and Randy. Did you think we wouldn't be interested in joining in a little naughty fun?"

"Honey," said dad, "I think we were scared things might get out of hand. Your mother had a sort of letch for Randy and we were frightened of the possible consequences. Besides, damn it, we both knew what would probably happen if I ever had a chance at your hot young body. I suppose we both were afraid of the consequences if either you or Randy took umbrage."

I said, "Hmmm. I suppose you were afraid I would be jealous if mom fucked Randy, weren't you? God, I think watching Randy fuck mom would have been awesome and if you or John, or both of you for that matter, ever even hinted you wanted me, mom and Jenny here would have had to beat me off with a stick. I wish you guys hadn't been so timid because you have no idea how many times we discussed how good it would have been to make it with you two."

I turned to Jenny and said, "And as for you and John. Well, just let me say that if either of us had known of the fun you all shared...Well, shit."

Jenny broke in laughing and said, "Well, let's get a tape going then. I can hardly wait to relive those thrilling days of yesteryear."

Dad went below and returned in a moment with a videotape cassette in hand. While he loaded it in the VCR, Jenny and I pulled the drapes to prevent the prying eyes of children on the nearby boats from viewing the action. Dad started the film going and for the next hour we watched enthralled as the four seemingly staid older folks performed just about every sexual act I ever imagined possible. Probably the most intriguing scene depicted John, flat on his back with mom pressing her pussy down onto his invading cock. At the same time, dad knelt behind mom and slid his well-lubed manhood into mom's anus. I had never seen anything quite like it but know it happens. The thing that really made the scene was the expression on mom's face as she looked back toward the camera. I have never seen anyone appear quite as joyous as did mom with those two massive cocks plunging in and out of her nether regions.

The sound volume was turned way down so as not to alert anyone to the sort of stuff we were watching. Even at that, there could be no mistaking the sounds of extreme pleasure issuing from each of the three participants.

As the scene ended, I turned to Jenny and said, "My God Jenny, that was just about the hottest thing I have ever seen, did you film that?"

Jenny, grinning, nodded affirmatively and I asked, "Well didn't that hot fucking affect you at all? How on earth were you able to hold the camera so steady?"

Jenny nodded again and said, "Oh Carrie, all I can say is, wow, did it ever have an effect on me? I ended up with as much cum running down my thighs as your mother did. And that was before I took my turn in that human sandwich to experience the thrill of being stuffed with two big hard, throbbing cocks. As for the steady cam, I guess that was just damn good luck because I sure as hell was not steady when it was my turn to be in the barrel."

Amazed, I said, "Jesus, and all this stuff actually took place right here in this salon. Right here on the very carpet we have been walking on?"

Once the video finally ended, I asked, "So, does anyone care for a drink before we go to bed?"

Jenny and dad nodded affirmatively and I went to the galley and started loading ice cream, brandy and Crème 'd Coca in the blender. I handed Jenny and dad their glasses filled with the delicious 'milk shake' and we stepped back to the coolness of the cockpit area to enjoy the drinks. 

We sat in companionable silence, each lost in our own thoughts until the glasses were drained. Afterward, we picked up and put everything in order and prepared for bed. 

Once below, I looked at the bed we had prepared for me and said, "Damn it you two, watching that film has me so damned horny I think I'm about to go crazy. I'm of half a mind to climb in with you two and ravish dad's body until one of us can't take any more."

Jenny's laugh tinkled musically, and she said, "So, who's stopping you? Your dad is so damned straight he would never even hint how happy that would make him." She glanced toward dad's obvious growing erection and said, "I think it is time the both of you quit dancing around the fact you want to have sex with one another and just do it."

With all lights extinguished, the three of us made our way forward and crawled up onto the master bed. Jenny and I positioned dad between us and proceeded to ply his naked body with mouths, tongues, hands and fingers until he begged for relief. At last, unable to hold back any longer, I swung my leg across dad's thighs and let myself down until his mighty erection was trapped between our sweaty bodies. Instantly, I reached back, grasped dad's cock and discovered that Jenny had beat me to him and it was she that guided him through the damp folds of my pussy and into my hot vagina. Once satisfied she had fucking me, she swung a leg across dad's head and let her groin down until her glistening pussy was mashed against dad's wide-open mouth. The headroom was hardly enough to permit much physical activity, but Jenny and I did manage to embrace, fondle each other's breasts and kiss passionately while I fucked up and down on his erect pole and she fucked his tongue.

It was not until my pussy was filled to overflowing with hot cum that I took a moment to think of the way the boat must have appeared to anyone looking our way. I couldn't help but think of a few cars I had seen at favorite teen make out spots when they bounced and shook keeping pace with the furious fucking taking place within. Hell, I was responsible for some of that rocking and rolling but I don't recall being concerned about it at the time.

I grinned, shrugged, stretched out alongside dad's sated form and said, "God dad, that was wonderful. I guess you know that between us, Jenny and I are going to make your life a living hell."

Dad, his voice muffled by the wet pussy still pressed against his mouth, said, "I suppose that is one way of looking at it," and Jenny laughed and said, "Yeah right. A living hell indeed. A man should have it so damn bad." Dad simply lay on his back and smiled into the heat of Jenny's femaleness.

The last thing I remember before falling asleep is the pleasant feel of jenny's thigh rubbing against my own as we each straddled one of dad's legs and pressed our hot pussies as closely as possible against him. 

We slept well and in the morning, with steaming cups of coffee in hand stepped ashore to be greeted by a large number of admiring glances. When she had a chance, one of the younger women, a woman close to my age, said, "Jesus Carrie, how did you get any sleep with all the action going on last night?" Without pause, she held up a hand and said, "Oh don't tell me. I'll bet I can guess." She grinned and said, "I'm sure glad we let the kids sleep on the beach. Made it easier for daddy to make mom and me smile a lot."

I smiled and said, "Dads can be a lot of fun can't they. But what of your husband, is he cool with all this?"

The girl giggled and said, "See my sister over there. Has a wonderful smile doesn't she?" 



Helping Friends



I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I'd been sitting at home, having just kissed my husband goodbye for a week long business trip not half an hour before, when I heard someone knocking insistently on the door. Going to answer it I racked my brain, trying to think of who it could be. My husband and I had just moved to this town less than a month ago for his new job, and we didn't have any family in the area. As far as friends, well, I was trying the housewife routine and hadn't met anyone yet. My husband only knew a few people at work and from the gym that he had been going to recently. 

Peering through the little peephole in the front door I saw that it was Greg and Harry – two guys my husband had become acquainted with from the gym. I'd met them only once before, and only for a few minutes, just long enough to get their names and shake their hands when I was picking up my husband Bill after one of his workouts. 

They both were grinning from ear to ear as I opened the door. Kinda infectious grins, and I couldn't help but smile back at them. They reintroduced themselves, making sure that I remembered them from before, and I assured them that I did, but that Bill had just left for a business trip back east and wouldn't be home for a week.

"We know, that's why we're here," Greg said, his smile widening even further, "Mind if we come in and explain." Curious now I let them in, ushering them into the living room. 

"So, why did you decide to drop by?" I asked after getting all of us some water from the kitchen. Again those smiles. At first they had just seemed friendly, but the more teeth they showed, the less friendly, and more...creepier...it got. I started to feel like the mouse cornered by a couple of cats. Taking a long drink of water, Harry began explaining.

"Well, you see Nancy, Bill has been talking to us a lot...You know, guy talk. And, see, he told us about his...um...you know...problem." I was stunned! I'm sure they noticed, I probably looked like I was trying to catch flies just sitting there with my mouth wide open, just staring at them. I just couldn't believe that Bill had told these guys about such a personal thing- I mean he hardly knew them!!

That problem was called erectile dysfunction, or to put it simply, he was having a problem getting it up. It had started about 6 months ago. He just hadn't been able to maintain an erection. It got worse quick, and we hadn't actually had sex in almost 4 months. We'd figured that it was just a phase, a temporary problem. It turned out that it wasn't. After trying every position, toys, lingerie, videos, etc., Bill still couldn't do it. After that we started seeing a therapist, but after only 4 sessions he was told about this new job that had brought us here. Since then we'd been so busy getting a house, moving, and setting up here, that we just hadn't had time to address the problem lately.

Like I said, very personal, and I was shocked that Bill had felt comfortable enough with these 2 guys that he had known for less than a month with that type of personal information. 

"But...he...how...why?" I stammered. A torrent of questions fighting to get out of my mouth. I just sat there, my hands and lips fluttering, in awe, and not really knowing what to say to what I had just heard these two strangers tell me. 

"It's ok," Greg said, getting up off the couch and coming to sit on the floor next to the chair I was sitting in. "It's ok, it really does happen to a lot of guys." Putting his arm around me, telling me to calm down, that it was ok. Grabbing my water I started chugging it, the action helping to calm me down a little.

"I mean, it's ok that he told you. Really, it is. But we're going to work through it. We are going to find a therapist, or something. Next week probably. I'm sure Bill will get over it soon..." Just blurting out stuff now, not really sure why, just talking to talk I guess.

"It's ok Nancy. Bill trusted us enough to tell us. We're here to help." When Harry said it I saw their grins return, which confused me even more. Help? Like what?

"Do you guys know a good sex therapist in town?" First thing that came to my mind, what else could they mean by "Help"?

"No, we don't know a therapist," they laughed, "Unless you think of us as therapists." Peals of laughter now. They were trading mischievous looks now, and I was starting to feel quite uncomfortable now. I just sat there, trying to appear calm as Greg began to explain.

"See, Bill knows that he hasn't been able to satisfy you for a while. And, see, he sent us over to take care of that. Just for a while, just while he's gone this week. He said that he trusted us to help him out with this problem." Ok, that sent me for a loop. It just didn't seem possible. My husband had sent these two guys over there to "Help" with our lack of sex?!?! No way...of course, I didn't think that my husband would ever tell anybody about his sexual inadequacies either. 

Greg kept talking, Harry interjecting "yeahs" and "uh-huhs" every now and then as he moved to the other side of the chair, leaving me seated between the two men. I never would have thought it possible, but as Greg talked, it all just seemed to make sense. For 4 months the only orgasm I'd had I'd given myself in the shower, and to be honest I was extremely frustrated. Greg said Bill understood that, and since he was incapable at this time to help alleviate that frustration, had enlisted Greg and Harry to cure the problem. After all, they were the closest friends he had in the area, and things hadn't gotten any better since the move. The way Greg put it, Bill was desperate to fix the problem, and maybe this was just an act of desperation intended to keep us married. 

Thinking about this, I kinda started to zone, rolling the idea over in my head as Greg continued talking. It made sense, but it still just seemed weird. Biting my lower lip, still listening to the sound of Greg's voice as it started to grow distant as I kept dwelling on the issue, I was suddenly snapped back to reality as I felt hands on my legs. Looking down into my lap I noticed that each of them had laid a hand on either leg. My first reaction was to jump up and scream, but I stopped myself, my hands poised above theirs, about to stop them, but stopping myself instead. 

Seeing my hesitation as a signal to continue, the each became rubbing my legs, their other hands massaging my shoulders gently, but with strong fingers. Still nervous as they began to explore my body with their hands, I looked back and forth between them. They were both kind of tall, and muscular from working out at the gym. Greg had jet black hair and deep blue eyes, while Harry had dark chestnut hair, and stormy grey eyes. Bill knew what type of guy a liked, and these two definitely were it. I hadn't thought about another man since Bill and I had gotten together, but now, sitting between these two obviously very attractive men, I couldn't help but to begin to wonder. 

Greg still talking, Harry leaned towards me, placing a soft kiss on my neck. I shivered. It was strange, to be touched by another man, other than my husband. I could feel the goosebumps begin to cover my skin, caused from both trepidation and anticipation. I didn't stop them, and they took that as a go ahead. Their hands moved up my denim clad thighs, squeezing my soft flesh, rubbing my skin through the material of my jeans. I closed my eyes, leaning back into the deep upholstery of the recliner as I let them continue, my mind finally made up, I was going to give myself up to them.

Two mouths kissed my hot flesh now, planting kisses on my neck, my ears, my cheeks. Four hands roaming across my body, sliding expertly under my t-shirt and into my pulsating crotch. Big strong hands caressing me, pushing against my sex, clawing at my bra beneath my shirt. I didn't stop them, relishing the new sensations. Lips pressed against mine, softly at first, but quickly more insistent, becoming passionate as I feel a tongue slide between my lips. Entwining our tongues, my eyes still closed, I'm not even sure who I'm kissing, but I really don't care.

Their hands lift my shirt next, then my bra, my full C sized breast exposed to the chill air of the room, exposed to both of these men that I have only met once before. I can almost taste the dirtiness of the situation, and find that I actually enjoy it. Especially as I feel a warm wet tongue touch my hard nipples, tracing circles around them, his hot breath so erotic.

I can feel hands now, tugging at the button on my jeans, undoing them, then the zipper. Pulling the waist of my pants now. I should stop him, I should. I think it, but instead of stopping what is happening, I arch my back, lifting my bottom from the chair, making it easier for my jeans to be stripped from my body. 

A thought flashes through my mind – what panties am I wearing? A silly question of course, like it really matters, but for some reason it does to me. Then I remembered I put on a nice pair of basic white cottons this morning. Clean at least, not exceptionally sexy, but then again, I hadn't planned on being in this situation when I got up this morning. 

I open my eyes for a moment, seeing that Greg is the excellent kisser that I'm making out with. Which means that it must be Harry who is pushing my legs apart, his tongue gliding across the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh. Wrapping my arms around Greg's neck I pull him closer, becoming the aggressor in our embrace, pulling his muscular form down towards me. I can feel Harry's fingers pulling the thin fabric of my white cotton panties to the side, being painfully slow as he slides one of his fingers into my now dripping womanhood. Lost in Greg's arms I feel Harry begin to work one finger, then two in and out of me – the touch of a man driving me wild, my hips involuntarily beginning to move against his thrusting hand. His tongue quickly joined his hand between my thighs, deftly flicking across my clitoris, tickling me in just the right way.

Our bodies became a jumble, a tangle of flesh roiling about the recliner. Hands clawing at my skin, tongues and lips caressing it in the perfect places. Greg continued to shower my lips, cheeks and neck with hot, hard kisses while Harry voraciously consumed me. My mind was filled with lustful thoughts. I would love to say that I was thinking about my husband, but to be perfectly honest I wasn't. I was overcome with desire for these two strange men, for the pleasures that were giving me, and the pleasures that I knew were to come later. 

And with those carnal thoughts racing through my mind I had an orgasm. It came upon me suddenly, like a wildfire rushing through my body. My back arching, bucking my hips into Harry's waiting mouth, my legs wrapping around his head, pulling him to me as my body writhed in lust. Pulling Greg down onto me, our chests pressed tight against one another, trying to share what I was feeling with him through our kisses. 

The two men continued their ministrations as I came, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through my body. It was my first orgasm in what seemed like forever, but the wait was worth it. It must have lasted for at least a minute, the guys helping it along the entire time. When it finally came to an end I looked down at Harry, his smiling wet face looking up at mine from between my legs. 

In the afterglow of such a wonderful orgasm I was putty in their arms as they lifted me from my seat, Greg holding me close to his muscular body as they carried me through the house. I just let them take me, the two men carrying my sweating, flushed body up the stairs, down the hall and into the bedroom. I had gotten mine, but now it was their turn. 

The now familiar feeling of nervousness mixed with trepidation at what was happening came back to me after they laid me on the bed, stepping back for a moment to remove their clothing. What was I doing? I had just been pleasured by two men, neither of which was my husband, and now I was about to pay them back. I had gone too far already to even think about turning back now, so forward I went.

Harry approached the bed first, and I pounced on him like a tigress, getting onto all fours, one hand reaching out to grab his protruding member as he came near the edge of the mattress. My hand wrapping around his shaft I pulled him into my mouth, my lips gliding down it's length, voraciously inhaling it. The men shared a chuckle upon seeing my zealousness. 

So concerned with giving Harry the best blowjob I could, I didn't even notice Greg until I felt his hands gripping my hips, suddenly driving his cock deep into my still quivering womanhood in one fluid movement. I moaned around Harry's cock as Greg impaled me, my mouth stopping for only a second, then continuing to work it's way up and down Harry's beautiful tool. 

I kept swirling Harry around in my mouth, relishing the taste and feel of his thick cock. It wasn't exceptionally long, only 5 to 6 inches, but what it lacked in length was made up for in girth. My lips were stretched wide over Harry's engorged penis, each thrust of his hips driving it to the back of my throat, leaving just enough room for my tongue to slide around it, taking deep breaths of air through my nose as he pulled back, preparing to push back into my mouth.

Greg was no lightweight either. Though not as thick as Harry, he was long enough to cause me a little delicious pain in my stomach with every thrust. And Greg made sure I got all of it with every thrust, pounding solidly into me, his big hands grabbing a hold of my hips, pulling me back onto his turgid manhood.

Harry came without warning. One second I'm finally getting used to the thick cock pumping in and out of my mouth, and the next I feel him spurting. Thick, salty semen spraying the back of my throat, filling my cheeks. Gagging a little, I still tried to swallow all of it, but some leaked from the corners of my mouth, dripping in thick rivulets down my chin, white drops of it landing on the blue bed sheets below my jaw. I kept my head moving, my cheeks hollowing as I sucked every last drop from Harry, using his slowly softening cock to wipe the bit that had leaked out, spooning it back onto my tongue. 

Greg watched as I licked Harry clean, and it put him over the edge. Grabbing my hair with one hand, he yanked me back, pulling his cock out at the last second, sending ribbons of cum arcing through the air, landing on my cheeks and lips. I opened my mouth, sticking out my tongue in an effort to catch the torrent of semen as it sprayed at me. Greg's aim was pretty good, but he just kept cumming, splashing my face with what felt like a pint of semen. I dutifully cleaned him up, just as I had Harry, shoveling in what missed my mouth with his cock, my tongue licking every last pearly drop from his skin and mine.

I laid back on the bed, my skin flushed with excitement, savoring the feeling. I tried to think about what I had just done, but it was hard. I had always been faithful to my husband, until now. But at the same time he hadn't been able to satisfy me in a long time. And Greg and Harry had told me that it was his idea in the first place...That was all I had time to think about that subject, Harry and Greg were already set for more...

The rest of the week was kind of a blur. In the following days we did everything the three of us could think of. All the books, toys, lingerie, everything that I had bought to try to get Bill and I out of the sexual slump that we had sunk into due to his problem was put to good use. I masturbated for my two studs, pranced around in all the dainties that I had bought to excite my husband, and they used every toy in every orifice of my body during that week. The guys came over everyday after work, and worked me over till they went to sleep on either side of me. 

Next thing I knew it was Saturday, the day before Bill was suppose to get back. The flash from the Polaroid in Harry's hands illuminated me and Greg on the bed every few seconds, the pictures fluttering to the floor to join the pile that already lay there. I was on all fours, Greg behind me sawing away at my ass. His hands slipping on the film of semen that coated my rear and hips, staining the black fishnets and corset I wore. I moaned my pleasure around the gag of cum soaked panties that had been shoved in my mouth. Each wrist wrapped in a furry handcuff attached to the upper bedposts as the guys had taken turns fucking me while the other took pictures of the show on the bed. 

Greg finished with a grunt, shooting off inside of me. A few more pumps and he pulled out of my ass with an audible popping sound, a smile of satisfaction on his face and mine. That's when I heard it..."Honey, I'm home." It was Bill- home a day early.

"Oh shit!" Greg exclaimed. My only response to that was "huh", mumbled of course through the panties in my mouth. 

In a flash Greg was off the bed, grabbing at his clothes. The sound of the camera hitting the floor made me look in Harry's direction – he was doing the same as Greg. Spitting the gag out of my mouth, I asked them what was wrong. And then they told me...

To condense Greg's explanation – it turns out that everything they had told me was a lie. Well, not all of it, Bill had let slip about his impotence problem, but that was the only truth. Turns out that Greg and Harry had cooked up the whole idea after they heard about Bill's out of town business trip, and figured that if I didn't believe them, they didn't have anything to lose. Well, I'd taken the bait.

I just sat there- taking it all in. They guys were quickly pulling pants on, explaining it all too me as they did. I could hear Bill calling me from downstairs. Open mouthed I just stared at Greg and Harry. 

"Thanks for the good time babe," Greg called, crawling out the window, following Harry's quick exit. The window slammed shut behind them, just as the bedroom door opened, Bill walking in.

"Honey...," he trailed off, seeing me. He stared at me, I at him. Semen still drying on my lips and cheeks, dripping from both my pussy and ass, wrists cuffed to the bedposts, I just looked at him – like a deer caught in headlights. 

"I'm sorry! Please! I'm so sorry!" I tried to explain it all to him, how I'd been tricked, what Greg and Harry had told me, how stupid I had been to believe them. Bill just looked at me, at the floor, at the pictures on the floor. He leaned over to pick up a handful.

"I didn't know – I didn't mean to", I kept going, I don't know why. I just had to try to explain. He was silent as he walked to the bedside, towering over me, looking down on me. 

I stopped talking, just staring up into his eyes, praying he didn't just slap me, or kill me even. I couldn't even begin to imagine how he felt, finding his wife in such a position, with pictures lying about the room to attest to what had been happening before he had arrived. He showed me how he felt though. 

Without a word he reached down next to my head. I flinched fearing he was going to hit me. Instead, he grabbed the panty gag from the pillow, pushing it back into my mouth. Again, I was perplexed, not sure what was happening. But Bill was quick to clue me in, dropping his pants to the floor, showing me his erection. 

That sex was the best sex I've ever had in my life. Bill fucked my cum drenched pussy and ass, cumming in me three times in a matter of an hour. Every time he'd cum, he'd just look at some of the many polaroids scattered about the room, and mount me again. He did it all silently save for the grunts as he came. It was even better than having both Greg and Harry inside of me at once, the love I felt for Bill making it something special.

That was a month ago. Bill's problem is a thing of the past, but Greg and Harry still come over at least once a week. All those things I had tried to fix the problem in our marriage, and I'd never thought of this. Fortunately Greg and Harry found a solution for me. 



Helping Girlfriend on Vacation Day



As I was preparing to leave for work, I noticed my girlfriend getting ready to seal her driveway. We have been living together for the past six months. It was a nice bright sunny day. She was strategically placing the five-gallon pails on the driveway. She was dressed in cutoffs and an old tee shirt with her long strawberry blonde hair cascading over her shoulders.

I went into the kitchen to grab some coffee for the road, and she went upstairs. As I was heading out the door to my car, she came down the stairs from our bedroom. I stopped cold, as her hair was now in a bun, with wisps of hair coming down her neck and face, she has added some small loop earrings, gloss and gloss lipstick.

Gone were her tee shirt replaced by a tube type wrap around bikini top covering her 36‐inch breasts, and the cutoffs were replaced with a triangle bikini bottom with bow ties on either side of her hips. I asked if I could lay out with her too, half kidding as I had to get to work. She laughed and she was not lying out, but was doing the driveway.

I told her she could not work dressed like that and she said it was not a problem, and that I should have thought about it when I told her I could not help her last night. She said if I wanted to help her, I had to stay home, take off my clothes, put on a pair of cut off blue jeans without underwear and help her do the driveway. I could not wear a shirt, and had to talk to be by her side if anyone showed up to talk while she was working. If, I did not she would not have sex with me for two months.

I went upstairs and put my shorts on, she came up behind me and started running her hands and fingernails up my chest and down across the bulge in my shorts, while whispering in my ear about how excited she was at that very moment. As I turned around she was naked, and told me I needed to do a couple of things first. She said for she me to rub sun tan lotion on her and give her a massage, and she needed to feel my tongue on her womanhood, and I could not take my shorts off. I laid her back on the bed and kissed her on her mouth, while running my hands down the front side of her body without touching her wonderful breasts and vagina. I asked her if she knew what she was in for and she said yes. I kissed her deeply and moved off her mouth and started kissing my way down her body. I kissed each ear, and after kissing each area I rubbed that area with my fingers using the sun tan lotion. After her ears, face and neck, I kissed down each arm, and kissed and sucked each finger and put lotion on each arm. Her body was starting to shake and I noticed her nipples were harder than I had ever seen, I whispered in her ear and asked if she wanted me to touch them and she said she did, I said in due time.

I went lower and kissed my way up and down each leg, and each toe, and worked the lotion into each leg. When I came to the top of each leg near her hips, I spread her legs wider and brushed close to her now blooming flower. I could see the petals of her flower starting to open and the dew of her mucous on each petal. I moved past her flower and up to her chest area and kissed all around her breasts, not touching her nipples, while kissing lower past her navel, across the small amount of strawberry blonde pubic hair, missing her open flower.

She was breathing heavily, as I started rubbing the lotion across the same areas, she asked me to please hurry. I told her since I had to call in and take a vacation day; I was no longer in a rush.

I finished the lotion and had not touched her nipples or lovely flower, and my pants were about to burst. She said to remember I could not cum until after we completed the driveway. I said I could stop and she said if I did I would then have to wait for two months.

I kissed her on the open mouth, and she teased my cock by running a finger and nail up the inside of my leg. I kissed down to her breasts and kissed around her nipples, took the thumb and forefinger of each hand, and lightly pulled on her nipples, while kissing towards her navel.

My cock was ready to burst through my pants. I stopped at her navel, and took my hands from the nipples and with my open palms I rubbed over her distended nipples and went lower still licking the very top of her pubic hair, of which there was very little. I went back to her nipples and sucked and licked each one for time m She was starting to squirm even more, as l ran my tongue down the middle of her front side past her navel, stopping at her entrance. I looked at the wonderful site of her gaping womanhood.

As I bent down, I ran my finger across the opening of her beautiful flower and she shuddered, as I went lower I lay flat on my stomach and spread her legs, kissing each side of her legs near the junction of her legs, where here opening was in front of my face. She was very wet, waiting for my tongue to start working on her. She was asking me to please touch her with my tongue, and for the first time I ran my tongue across her slit, and I kissed each petal, and started to taste her sweet and copious juice. The front of my shorts were wet from my own juice. I love to taste and eat her, and now I was lost in pleasuring her, running my hands up to her breasts and back down her sides. I pushed my tongue forward as far I as I could into her opening, and moved by tongue up and down her opening, kissing her gently often.

I could sense she was getting close as I found her clit and licked and sucked on it. As she was now ready, I eased my finger into her while continuing my oral assault. She came and the look on her face was pure joy.

As she rested I was heading to change my shorts and she said I had to wear them while working on the driveway. She put her small bottom back on, the tube top, and put her hair in a ponytail and put on a baseball cap. She said let's go, and we headed outside. It was a hot day and we were sweating very quickly.

It took about two hours and during that time I believe I met every one of her friends. 

Practically naked I shook each of their hands hoping my stain did not show, but knowing it was only getting larger. While working a few of her male customers dropped off some accounting papers, and asked why she had not told them as they could have helped as well. She shook their hands, and I knew they were enjoying the sight.

Each time my erection started to subside at all, she would give me a long kiss and run her hands down the front of my chest. All of could think of was getting the job completed and hope she would take care of me afterward.

As we headed inside after completing the job, she gave me a long kiss and said she would see me in the shower. I entered the shower and she gave me another long kiss, while taking the soap and lathering my body. As I rinsed off, I soaped her and spent a large amount of time on her breasts and her flower. She rinsed off and lathered my cock stroking it long and slowly whispering to me she could not wait to me squirming on the bed. I was worried I might lose it in the show.

We exited the shower and she said it was now my turn, and to wait for her on the bed. I lay down, with my head on the pillows naked, and she came back into the room wearing one of her Victoria Secrets g‐string type underwear, the type she has worn under her summer dresses. It gets me so turned on knowing what lies underneath and how good she looks. Her breasts were swaying slightly as she walked in and gave me a kiss, I reached up to kiss back and run my palms lightly over her breasts and nipples, and she told me to stop, as it was her turn to please me.

She kissed my mouth and gave me the same treatment I had given to her. As I was on fire, she said to get ready, as she had not yet touched my cock, she kissed the tip and came away with some of my precum, she took the lotion and started to stroke me while kissing the tip, she went lower and continued to work her hands up and down my shaft while sucking at the same time.

She moved her hair away from her face and behind her neck so I could watch her lips on the head of my cock. She knew that I like to watch and see things develop, I am a visual person, and I know it is what I like. I was on fire watching her stroke my cock, kiss the tip and suck it into her mouth, while allowing me to watch.

She tickled the entrance to my anus and I could feel my balls start to contract, she went deeper and I started to cum filling her mouth. It was the first and not the last time I came while she gave me oral sex, a blowjob. I kissed her long and hard.

We fell asleep and woke a couple of hours later. She still had the g‐string underwear on and I kissed my way down to her wonderful area, and kissed her through the fabric feeling her wetness, I moved the fabric aside and kissed her open flower, and not being able to wait, I pulled the underwear down her long legs, and gave her a

long kiss on her mouth. I lay down on the bed, and asked her to sit on top of my cock. She held it straight up and put my cock at the entrance of her flower, and slowly sank onto me. I started thrusting upward, and it felt wonderful, as if I was in heaven. We came together.

After lingering for a while, she said could you do it again, and I said doubtful, and she said well you did call in and it would be a shame to waste your vacation day.

She started to kiss her way down my stomach while reaching for the lotion.

I love oral sex, to give and to get.



Helping Grandma



The following story is not 100% fiction. Certain parts of the story are real. Names have been changed to protect the parties involved.

*****

The last two months of my life have been crazy. When i say crazy I do not use that term loosely. The last two months have been downright insane. Before I get to that you first must understand what drove me to do it.

BACKGROUND:

I was always close to my grandparents on my mother's side. They were cool easy going people who liked to joke around frequently. My dad's parents were more stern and strict so I never really got along with them that much, which lead to me becoming even closer to my other grandparents. My grandma was a very outgoing person. To put it into perspective I once had a found a fake cigar in her house and asked what it was for, she joked and said "it is for when grandpa is not around." She is not your average old school grandma. If she sees a hot guy on television she says how she would love to have sex with him. 

Grandma is 78 years old. She is not a full fledge bbw but she has some extra meat on her bones. Her boobs are about a 38DD and her ass is very wide, not big but wide. She has very light brown hair in the same style that betty white has. She is every kid who loves granny aged women's dream. 

Grandpa wound up developing lung cancer from years of smoking. It hit him fast and hard, within two months he had passed away. My grandma was devastated as you can imagine. She now had to adjust to life without a husband and she was living on her own. 

PRESENT DAY:

I had been visiting grandma a lot since my grandpa had passed 6 months ago. I would go and help her out around the house and just keep her company. I helped her cook sometimes as well, she just wanted someone to sit and have a meal with. I think this is the time where I should describe myself so you can get a picture. I am a 23 year old college student. I am pretty average looking, average build, just your average college kid. I did however have one big fetish, I loved older women. The older the better, I was not just into milfs I would watch granny porn on my computer all the time and I wanted one in real life. I had always admired my grandmothers looks. She was stunning, sure her face had some wrinkles, but she turned me on. I knew it was wrong but I could not help it. 

One day we were in her kitchen and she was cooking. Remember earlier I explained my grandma is a very sexual person, so the thing I am about to ask is not that absurd of a thing to ask your grandma. 

"Grandma can I ask you something?" She turned around and replied, "Sure Jake anything." I sat up straight and asked, "Well I was always wondering and I do not know anyone else I could ask besides you that would give me an answer. I was wondering if people your age when they are married still have sex."

She put her spoon down she was working with and said, "I am flattered you would ask me, I guess it is because I am a cool grandma and all. To answer your question, yes they do. Your grandpa and I had sex about once a week until he was diagnosed with cancer and then we stopped."

I was shocked to hear this. My grandparents were having sex once a week. This was crazy to me but turned me on as well. It made me horny thinking that grandma was still wild enough to have sex once a week. It got me to thinking, she must really miss sex since she just had to stop cold turkey like that, this could be my in. 

"Wow grandma, once a week you're a real animal huh? You must really miss it now that grandpa is gone. I can not imagine having to stop having sex like that without having one last goodbye to it." She looked at me, I was nervous, maybe my grandma did have a line, and maybe I crossed it. 

She began to speak, "Well I seems as though you do not mind if I share this with you so here it goes. Yes I miss it. I miss it a lot, but what am I going to do? Grandpa is gone and he was my man. I just have to deal with it I am sure the urges will pass soon."

I took that comment in stride and said, "You should go out and find a guy. Maybe a young guy he could do what you want and then you never hear from him again, he is happy you're happy it is a win win."

"No person would want me, I am old, especially a young man they would never go for it. They are used to these young girls with everything where it should be. I would take off my bra and my boobs would be like HELLO." (As she said that she made a gesture down by her waist line).

I laughed. "Grandma you are crazy. You are beautiful. Plus I know for a fact there are plenty of young men who would love to be with a women of your age. Myself being one of them." I was really taking a risk here but wanted to see where it went.

She looked shocked. "You are into women my age? That is because you never saw us without our clothes on, once that happens you'd be gone." I stopped her right there, "Grandma, I know what they look like with their clothes off I watch granny porn all the time."

She did not know what to do with this new found information. I continued, "So you would have no problem finding a man at all." She kept starring at me and then spoke. "Even if you are right I do not want to just be with a random person have him use me and then that is it, I want it to be special."

"Well grandma, this could sound crazy but what about me?" She looked at me with a face of disgust. "Hear me out. I know it is sick I am your grandson, but I always found you hot. You know how much I like to help you out and this could just be one more thing I help you with. We never tell anyone, we do it once and we make it like it never happened."

She came and sat next to me at the table. "Jake what you are talking about is incest. I know I may joke around about sex and stuff a lot but I can not have sex with my grandson it is wrong. I am flattered that you offered but I just can not. Now that we are passed that can you please go get the rice from the cabinet for me"? I moved around in my seat. "Okay in a minute." 

"Jake you are not doing anything, just go get it for me please." My voice shook as I spoke,"Well grandma I cant exactly get up right now if you know what I mean." She shook her head. "Jake do you have a boner from thinking of having sex with me?" I shook my head in agreement. "It is find Jake just go get it for me please."

I agreed. As I stood up I noticed my grandma was looking right at my crotch area. I saw her expression change as my boner came to sight. I do not have a huge penis but it is 7 inches long and very very thick and the pants made it look very big. I got the rice came back in the kitchen and handed it to my grandma. I went to turn around but she pulled me back. She did not pull my shoulder back or my hand, but she pulled me back by my boner. I was now face to face with her, my cock in her hand. 

She spoke first. "Jake, this is so wrong but I can not help it. I am so horny you are such a handsome man, and when I saw that penis I knew what I had to do. If we are going to do this though we have to lay out some rules." I was in such shock I did nothing but move my head up and down slowly.

"Okay, first, this is a one time thing. Do not think every time you come over to help me out you are going to get some. Second, no one ever knows ever. Even after I am gone you do not say anything to anybody. Third, understand this is because I did not get to say goodbye to my sex life. This is not some sick fantasy for my grandson, this is business. Are we clear."

I told her we were and leaned in for a kiss. Our lips met and it felt amazing. She opened her mouth for me and I swirled my tongue around inside her mouth and she let out soft muffled moans. All the while she was tugging on my cock. After kissing her for a couple minutes I backed away. "Grandma do you think you are ready to see this dick?" "Yes Jake please I want to so bad." I began to pull down the waist of my sweatpants...

TO BE CONTINUED



Helping



“They don’t put girls in a man prison!” He said as if she were stupid.

“I know but if they did…?

“Oh bitch, I’d pimp you out.” Stacy giggled. Not the response I’d expect from her but then again I wasn’t sure if I even knew this woman.

“Really?! Who would you pimp me out to?” she sounded interesting.

“Every nigga in the joint. Over 800 of them!”

“Not all at the same time!” she joked. “But if they all had dicks like this one I could get into it. How would it work.”

“I get 2 packs of smokes for your mouth and 5 for your pussy!”

“That’s it!? I gotta be worth more than that.”

“That’s big money baby!”

“Oh alright then. Well, what could you get for my asshole?” she giggled.

“I don’t know. I ain’t fucked it yet. YET!” They both laughed. “I know we just jokin’ baby but you are ripe for a gangbang. If you ever want me to come to D.C. for a few days I’ll get crew together and we’ll show you a real fuckin’”

“You have shown me a real fuckin.” she cooed.

“No, a bitch like you is perfect for a gangbang weekend.”

“What goes on at these weekends?”

“We’ll I get a crew of anywhere from 6 to 10 guys and we spend the weekend banging a bitch. It’s been awhile since I done it but I think I can still get the guys together.”

“How many girls are there?” She sounded so naive

“Just one baby.”

“What?! I’d be the only girl? that’s crazy.”

“Yeah, I think you could handle 10 hard black dicks comin at you.” it was quiet for a second.

“Are they as big as this one?” She sounded interested and for the first time I really thought I might lose my wife.

“Some bigger.”

“And they’d all fuck me at the same time, how does that work? One of them would definitely fuck my ass, huh?”

“Fuck yeah! We’d all gather around. You’d jerk some, suck some, fuck some, then after each nigga fills you with his cum we’d run a train on you.” I heard the bed squeak and my wife moan. I had visions of her climbing on top of him and sliding his dick in her.

“What’s a train?” she moaned.

“that’s one guy fuck a hole till he come and then another guy jumps right in. One time we ran a train on a bitch for six straight hours.” I heard my wife moan loudly at that.

“Oh, what a lucky girl.” she moaned, “I can’t wait to meet your friends.” With that I just put the pillow over my head and tried to sleep. It was working fine until I was awoken by a horrible scream in the middle of the night. I listened carefully to what was going upstairs. I was afraid my wife was in danger. I heard her crying

“Please John take it out it hurts too bad! I’ll do anything you want just take it out!” she sobbed.

“Just relax baby, loosen up any you’ll enjoy it.”

“O.K. I’ll try but please go easy. Can we use some more lube?” I knew he would get it sooner or later. I was glad it hurt. She deserved a little pain. She sobbed and the bed squeaked until I felt asleep an hour later. Once again my victory was short lived because the next time a awoke it was to her screams of pleasure.” Oh please keep fucking my asshole I’m gonna cum again!’ and stuff like that. I managed to get back to sleep before long and the next time I awoke it was to silence and sunlight. I readied myself for the sounds of fucking but they never came. I peaked upstairs and saw my naked, well fucked wife sleeping alone for the first time this weekend. I looked around the empty house but no sign of John. Then I found the note;

Mike & Stacy,

Thanks for the great weekend I’d love to stay but as they say all good things Must come to an end. If you make it to Boston look me up.

With Love,

John

I was relieved he left but I thought the note was a nice gesture. Then I saw the P.S.;

Sorry about your stuff but they also say “once a thief, always a thief”

Holy shit! I ran to the window and sure enough the truck was gone. I quickly ran upstairs and woke up my wife to give her the horrible news. I thought she was gonna cry. All she could say was, “He’s gone?”

It only got worse from there. I realized he stole my wallet and all of Stacy’s clothes. All we had was the bed, the sheets on it and the pajamas I slept in. I had to use a neighbors phone to call the police. Stacy slipped into deeper depression by the minute. She wouldn’t even shower. When the cops got there she was walking around like a zombie wrapped in a sheet. I could see dry cum in her hair and on her neck but I don’t think the cops noticed. They said they needed both of us to come downtown and fill out a police report. That’s when I explained her clothes were stolen. The cops looked confused.

“So the perp broke in to an empty house, stolen your truck keys, wallet and your wife’s clothes while you slept and drove away?” it was very sarcastic but I was in no mood so I snapped at him.

“That’s what I said!”

My credit card company was good enough to let my charge a rental car over the phone and buy some clothes. It didn’t matter though, Stacy would shower or get dressed. She just got in the car in that sweaty smelly sheet with dry cum all over her body. We drove most of the way in complete silence. Once in a while Stacy would say she felt so stupid, and ask how we got ourselves into this mess. She was very deliberate using the word “we”. It was her way of reminding me that my idea started this mess. We decided not to sell the house after all. It was Stacy’s idea to keep it. Over the course of the next few months she got even more depressed daily. She said it was because she felt like a slut over the incident but I suspected it was something different. After that I made it my mission to keep her happy. In the process I’ve done some pretty drastic things, but that's another story altogether.