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One Night

By: Ray Dario



Laura sat on her husbands face holding a small riding crop and grinding her sopping wet pussy on his mouth. She was not a small woman by any standards. She stood almost six feet tall and weighed all of two hundred and fifty pounds. Much of her weight was in her extremely large breasts but nothing about her was small. 

She wasn't grossly fat though, her stomach was full and soft but not huge, her hips were wide and supported by thick, full thighs, her ass was big and soft and round. But her tits, they were huge, easily filling her 48EEE bra with tit left over but they didn't sag, at least not as much as most women whose tits were that large. As with many women with large breasts her nipples were large as well. Large and dark brown and when she was aroused they poked out nearly a full inch.

Laura enjoyed sex in almost any position. She was one of the most highly sexed women her husband had ever met. He enjoyed everything about her too. He especially loved to have her sit on his face and grind her huge cunt onto his mouth and tongue. That was just what she was doing right now. Grinding her pussy onto his face with happy abandon. Every thirty seconds or so she would lift herself up just enough to let him breath and then push her cunt back down onto his eager mouth. She had been sitting like this for at least twenty minutes while she was talking on the phone to her boyfriend.

"Mmm Paul, I can imagine you here with me, I'd suck your cock so good." She paused as the man on the other end of the phone line said something and then giggled. "You are so naughty!"

Underneath her, Greg, her husband of six years, continued to lap and suck on her pussy. He knew who she was talking to and loved it. He would have reached up to touch her full soft thighs but each of his hands and legs was tied to different corner of the large bed they were on forcing him to lay spread eagle. He obviously enjoyed his predicament though because his cock was hard and visibly throbbing.

Every couple of minutes Laura would flick the riding crop, harshly slapping Greg's engorged organ and leaving a thin red line that would slowly fade only to be replaced by another when she once again would cruelly punish his cock. Every time she whipped him Greg would groan in pain and then quickly go back to sucking her pussy.

"Mmm yes, I would love to feel your cock in my pussy, feel you cumming inside me, sucking on my big tits." Laura was getting close to orgasm and she ground her cunt on her husbands face faster as she neared climax. "Would you like to watch as Greg ate your cum from my pussy? Mmm yes lover I would let you cum in my cunt and then you could watch." There was a short pause and then she continued. "Ohh, yes I bet it would make you hard again. God you are such a good lover. Oh my, you would fuck me in the ass while my husband sucked your cum from my pussy. You are so naughty!"

Laura whipped Greg's cock, delighting in the way his meat bounced after being struck and then slid the handle of the riding crop down between her legs to rub her clit. "Oh, Oh OH," she cried out listening intently to the words her phone lover was using to bring her to a climax. "Guhhh, shit, I'm cumming!" She squealed and her pussy confirmed her orgasm by flooding Greg's exhausted mouth with sweet nectar. When Laura's orgasm had finally subsided enough that she could talk, she smiled. "Oh baby, that was the best ever. Are we still on for dinner tonight? Great, pick me up at seven okay? Great, looking forward to it." Finally she moved off of Greg's face and climbed off the bed. As she untied her husband she smiled at him. "Paul is picking me up at seven. We are going out for dinner and then he will bring me back here. Draw my bath and get my clothes out for me." She reached out and rubbed his cock with the riding crop. "And when we get home I want you naked in the living room waiting for us. I'll probably fuck him in the car so I'll need your mouth to clean me up as soon as I get home." She stood waiting as Greg stiffly climbed from the bed and went to start her bath water running.

Once Greg had the temperature of the water adjusted he closed the drain so that the tub could fill and then added bath soap and oil to the water. He knew how Laura wanted her bath done and he was good at it. Just as he was finishing Laura came into the bathroom with him.

"I have to pee." Was all she said and Greg immediately positioned himself so that his head was laid back over the rim of the commode. Laura smiled at his quick obedience and then straddled his face and lowered her large pussy to just a few inches above his mouth. She relaxed and a thin stream of golden liquid flowed from her pussy and directly into Greg's open mouth. She filled his mouth and the extra began to run down his cheeks and into the commode.

Greg swallowed her golden fluid as quickly as he could, relishing the warmth and taste of her piss as it filled his mouth. His large wife pissed into his face for more than a minute, finally running out and then squatting lower to force her wet pussy onto his face. Greg swallowed the last of her gift and then quickly licked her pussy, cleaning the remaining drops of golden liquid from her skin. 

When he was done Laura stood up and then climbed into the bathtub, slowly sinking into the perfect water. "Ahhhh, you got it just right. You are so good to me. Now run lay out my clothes for tonight while I soak and get ready for my lover." 

Greg left and went to their closet to select the clothes Laura would wear on her date. He picked a full support bra made especially for Laura that supported and lifted her massive tits but was still cut low enough to allow her large brown nipples to protrude over the top of the material. Then he selected a beautiful white silk blouse, just sheer enough to allow those nipples to be seen, if the light was right. Next he chose a black leather skirt. The skirt was long enough to cover Laura's large ass but short enough to fill men's minds with dirty thoughts. Last he picked out the stockings and shoes that his wife would wear. Black thigh high stockings that would extend just barely above the hem of the skirt and black shoes with enough of a heel to be sexy but not so much of a heel as to make the love of his life uncomfortable. 

Finished with the task of selecting his wife's outfit he went back into the bathroom and knelt beside the tub. Laura looked up as he entered, still naked, and smiled. 

"Oh, I do hope you picked me out something sexy for tonight, I want Paul to be so horny that he will want to fuck me right there in the restaurant." Laura turned slightly in the tub presenting Greg with her wide back. "Maybe I'll let him reach up my skirt and feel my pussy. You did pick me out a nice short skirt and no panties didn't you." 

"Yes dear." Greg smiled to her as he began to wash her back gently with a soft cloth. 

"Oh and one of my special bras. I want Paul to see my nipples while we eat. Maybe I'll make him take me dancing. I could dance with every man there, letting them see my big nipples." Laura sighed and then waited for Greg to finish washing her back. "Now let's shave my pussy. I want to be bare for Paul tonight, besides you like eating my pussy better when we shave it too, don't you?"

"Yes dear." Greg said softly as she lifted herself onto the back edge of the tub and spread her large legs wide for him. He picked up the shaving cream dispenser and quickly lathered the area around her gaping cunt. She didn't have much hair because this was a common ritual for them and within a few minutes he had shaven he entire pubic area clean.

"Mmm, I like the way my pussy looks all shaven and clean, don't you?"

"Yes dear."

"I can't wait to see Paul's big cock pumping his sperm deep into my womb. Would you like to watch him fuck me?"

"Yes dear."

"Really? I'll tell him, maybe he will let you." Laura stood up and allowed her husband to dry her then she sat nude while Greg brushed her hair and then put her makeup on. He always did it for her when she had a date, which was almost every week. When he was done they both dressed and then they went into the living room to wait.

Promptly at seven Paul rang the doorbell. Greg answered it and showed Paul in, watching as Paul and Laura shared a deeply passionate kiss. During the kiss Paul reached under Laura's short skirt and smiled when he found her wet gaping shaven cunt. 

"Mmm bitch, you are hot tonight!" Paul said loudly enough for Greg to hear. "I'm gonna love shoving my big cock up your big cunt tonight. I'm gonna fill you so full of cum it will be dripping down your legs!"

"Mmm, I can't wait lover. Let's go eat and then go dancing before we come back here. I want Greg to watch you fuck me tonight but maybe I'll have to give you a quicky before we get home."

They both laughed and Laura kissed Greg on the forehead on her way out the door. 

It was almost midnight when Greg heard the front door open. He had waited patiently for them to return, cleaning the house and doing laundry after he had fixed himself a small supper. At eleven he had stripped and gone into the living room to wait as his wife had instructed. He stayed in the living room and within a few minutes Paul and his wife came in. Laura was a mess. Her lipstick was smeared and she had globes of cum still matting her hair in places. Greg looked between her legs and it certainly looked at though Paul had kept his promise because there were wet streaks down the inside of both her legs.

"Man, you should have seen your slut wife. She sucked off four guys in the parking lot of the dance hall downtown. She would have done more but a cop drove by and we decided to beat it out of there."

"Tell him about fucking me in the bathroom of the restaurant, Paul."

"Shit yeah, I had ta take a leak while we were eating so I went to the john. Anyway I was in there with my cock hanging out and there was this older guy in there too and in walks Laura all sexy and shit. She just looks at the old guy and asks if he wants to watch her fuck me, then lifts up her skirt and shows him her big pussy, dripping wet. Shit I thought I was gonna have to do CPR on the gezzer but he just stood there watching as she hopped up on the counter. So I finished my piss and then walked over to her. By the time I got there I was hard as a rock and so I just shoved my cock deep into her sweet pussy. This old guy was just staring slack jawed as hell and I was banging your wife for all I was worth. Damn she has a nice cunt! Anyway she was giving the old guy a blow by blow description of how my cock felt and it got to me pretty quick and I blew my load up her cunt. Your little slut there asked the guy if he wanted to lick my cum out of her cunt but he just took off. I think she scared him. Anyway she just hops off the counter, straightens her skirt and walks out of there sweet as pie."

Greg listened to Paul's monologue intently, smiling at his wife.

"Well that little quicky wasn't enough for me lover." Laura said taking hold of Paul's arm. "Now I want you to fuck me right." She led Paul to the bedroom with Greg following them like a love sick puppy. Once there Paul began kissing her and removing her clothes slowly. Soon they were both nude and Laura knelt in front of Paul and took his large cock in her hands. She looked directly at her husband as she licked Paul's nine inch cock from the base all the way up to the tip and them back down to his balls. When she reached his balls she opened her mouth and sucked one in, running her tongue all around it before releasing it to lick her way back up to the head. She let her tongue dart around the head of his cock and then sucked it into her mouth. She pushed her head down on Paul's thick cock, pushing four inches into her mouth and holding it there while she took a deep breath and then forced her mouth down over the rest of his cock. Greg couldn't believe she could take all nine inches of Paul's cock down her throat but she did it almost easily. Once she had it all in she began to fuck him with her mouth, pulling up and them pushing down once more.

"Oh Damn, that feels so good. Your wife is such a good cock sucker. Oh oh oh!" Paul's face showed just how much he was enjoying having his cock sucked by Laura. She continued to blow him, bringing him close to cumming and then backing off so that he wouldn't cum to quickly. Finally she pulled off of him.

"Now you big stud lets get on the bed and you can fuck me good with that big cock of yours."

They climbed on the bed as Greg moved a chair into position so that he could sit down and watch. Laura laid down on the bed and spread her legs and Paul wasted no time in positioning himself. He pressed the head of his cock against her gaping slit and easily slid his thick cock into her pussy. She was already soaked with her own juices and the cum that Paul had deposited earlier and he was able to drive his entire cock into her cunt on the first push. He leaned forward and began sucking one long nipple. Laura turned her head and watched Greg's face as Paul fucked her and sucked her tit. 

"Do you like watching me get fucked?" She asked him as Paul pounded his cock into her

"Yes dear." 

"Get behind us so that you can see his cock going in and out of my pussy."

Greg stood up and walked around to the foot of the bed. He watched his wife's lover's cock push into her cunt and then pull out, slick with her copious juices. Laura turned her attention back to her lover, pulling his face up to kiss him deeply. Their tongues danced around each other and Laura raised her strong legs and wrapped them around Paul's waist holding him inside her as she bucked toward him, fucking him wildly. They continued like this for twenty minutes while Greg watched and then Paul increased his rhythm. 

Laura noticed and she whispered in his ear. "Oh yes, cum for me, cum for momma, fill me up with your sweet cum. Fill my pussy with your cum. Fuck me, oh, fuck me good." Her own orgasm was getting close as she thought of her husband watching her get filled with cum from her lover. Suddenly Paul stiffened and came. His cum shot into Linda's cunt and quickly filled her. The feeling of his cum spurting into her and the idea of her husband watching forced Laura over the edge and her orgasm rocked her solid body. She grunted loudly as she came repeating one word over and over again. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Finally both of their orgasms subsided and Paul rolled off Linda leaving a long sticky trail of cum and pussy juice dangling between the head of his cock and her spasming cunt. Greg came to life then, crawling up on the bed and bending over to first smell and then tentatively lick his wife's swollen pussy. His tongue slid slowly up and down her wet slit, tasting Paul's salty cum mixed with her sweet nectar. He loved the way she tasted right after she was fucked and she loved having him lick another man's cum from her hot cunt. But this time she stopped him. 

"Mmmm that feels so good but I want you to lay down and let me sit on your face. Paul do you think you can get it up again this soon or do we need to wait." She looked over at Paul and was a little surprised to see his cock already beginning to swell again. "Oh, I guess we can go ahead then." She smiled and moved off the bed, positioning Greg on his back with his head toward the foot of the large bed. Then she climbed back on the bed and quickly straddled his face, pushing her cum filled cunt down onto his mouth.

"Oh yeah, lick Paul's cum from my pussy. Now lick my asshole so that I'll be nice and lubricated for Paul. He is going to fuck my ass while you suck my cunt. Oh mmmm, yes, that's it." She said as Greg pushed his tongue into her asshole wetting it with his saliva. "Now Paul get behind me and put that big cock into my ass."

Paul had to straddle the top of Greg's head to get into position and then he pushed Laura down onto her hands so that she was bent over giving him access to her pretty ass. He wanted to make sure he was well lubricated so he first pushed his swelling cock into her pussy and felt Greg's tongue slide down it's length as he buried it in her. He made three quick strokes and then pulled out letting his cock drag over Greg's face in the process. Once he was positioned with the head of his dick pressing against Laura's dark hole he pushed and slowly began to slide in. It took nearly five minutes of working his cock in and out of her ass before he had it sliding all the way in.

Paul began pounding Laura's ass in earnest, his heavy balls slapping the top of Greg's head with every stroke. Laura was rocking and forcing her still hungry cunt down on her husbands face as they fucked. The whole thing was so erotic that both Laura and Paul began to cum again after only another ten minutes. When Paul realized he was going to cum he quickly pulled his cock from Laura's ass and let it fall onto Greg's upturned face. Greg was still munching at Laura's cunt and his mouth was wide open, with his tongue pushed out and up into her gaping hole and when Paul blew his load it covered Greg's face and filled his mouth.

Laura felt what Paul had done and immediately swung off of Greg and turned to look. Paul was wiping his dick all over her husbands face and that gave Laura an idea.

"Don't just lie there clean Paul's cock off." She said.

Greg looked at her for a few seconds and then sighed. "Yes dear." He turned his head and began to lick Paul's big cock. He did his job well but Paul was shot for the night and could not get another erection. 

Soon Paul was dressed and he kissed Laura goodbye at the door where she stood naked, easily seen by anyone driving by. After Paul had left she closed the door and went back to the bedroom. Greg was there, lying on fresh sheets that he had just put on the bed.

Laura went to sit by him and then she took him gently into her arms and held him tightly to her. "You are the best husband any woman could ever have." She told him and kissed him gently on the lips. "Not come over here and fuck your hot slut."

One Night After Work



It was a slow Tuesday night, even if it was early for my shift. As I began my second set on stage I knew my night was going to turn for the better as soon as John walked through the door. He flashed his VIP card at the bouncer and moved to one of the barstools. I wasn't sure he had noticed me yet, but as soon as the cold beer was set before him, he swiveled around and I knew I had his undivided attention. He always sat at the bar when he came to the Club, because our rules dictate that we do not approach customers for dances if they are sitting there.

As my first song ended and the second song began, I took my time in removing my bikini top. I knew how much he loved this outfit - black and white polka dots barely covering anything at all. The strings hung loosely as I bent forward, gyrating my hips to the beat, wobbling them slightly from side to side. His smile was beautiful and warm as I could see him nervously squirming around on the barstool. I'm not sure how old John is, but I'm thinking about early 40's. He was wearing a suit and tie, looking so handsome, but best of all I know he is loaded! Yes, John is a CEO of a marketing firm here in Denver. He comes all the way down here to see me, usually spending between two- and three-hundred dollars dancing with me. Funny, but he likes to slow dance with me more than he likes for me to table dance him.

I watched as he slid off the stool and walked towards my stage. There were three other men sitting around my stage with their dollars ready to tip me, but I knew what John would slip in my g-string. I bent forward and covered his head with my hair while whispering into his ear how happy I was that he was here to see me. He is always so nervous when he's this close to me and has trouble finding the right words to respond to me; his comments always come out jumbled. Smiling, I told him he was mine for the evening and not to even think about letting any of the other girls near him. I knew he wouldn't; he was there for me - just me and no one else.

Removing the two twenty dollar bills he had tucked into my g-string, I let them fall to the floor as I finished the dance, catering to the three young men waiting their turn to tip me. I always make sure to thank them, no matter how small the tip. He might just be testing me to see if I'm only after his money, but I'm too good at what I do to let that happen. The one guy, Tony, told me to come to his table and he would tip me very well. Maybe.

As my set ended, I picked up the money from the stage, as well as my bikini top, and covered my breasts as I stepped off the stage. I know how I affect men as well as women. I may be almost 35 years old, but I've never had anyone guess I'm more than 28. Last year I had my breasts done, not bigger or smaller, just firmed up. I've always been blessed with very large breasts. Exercise and good diet has kept the rest of my body looking more like a fitness fanatic than a stripper. As I sat next to John, I smiled warmly and tied the spaghetti straps behind my back. 'You don't have to put that thing on just for me,' John offered.

'Dance with me, sweetie,' I told him, 'and I'll make sure I leave indentations in your chest.' He's never said no to me when I ask him to dance.

We aren't supposed to allow our hips to touch when we dance with the customers, but I'm a favorite here and they pretty much let me do whatever I want. I wrapped my arms around his neck and nuzzled my lips up against his ear as we moved to the music. 'Lisa, I am so glad you are here tonight and spending your time with me,' he said.

Slipping my fingers through his hair, I whispered how much I loved dancing with him and how much I'd missed him coming to see me. He had previously told me he's not married and I believed him; he shares so much of his life with me - that's why I believe him. 

I moved my hips closer to him as I felt his hands on my bare back sliding down to the base of my spine. 'Hmmm. I love to dance with you, John, and I can tell how much you like to dance with me.' He knew what I was talking about, as his hard cock pressed into my tummy. Giggling in his ear, I lightly kissed his earlobe.

The song ended and he gripped me tightly, continuing to dance with me. He always dances two in a row with me. 'You are so beautiful tonight, Lisa,' he told me. 'You know how much I love this outfit on you, don't you.' 

I pressed my boobs deeper into his chest and let out a couple of little grunts. 'Is it the outfit, or these?' I teased. The next song began and I once again melted into his arms. I love the change of pace dancing with him. Usually, it's young guys wanting table dances and buying me drinks and telling me how important they are, etc. I like them too, but whenever John comes in, I know I'm in for a wonderful evening of warmth and cold hard cash.

As we walked back to his place at the bar, I held his hand tightly in mine, letting him know that I didn't want to be with anyone else but him tonight. As I sat beside him at the bar, I crossed my legs to where they touched his, knowing how much he liked it. 'Can I buy you something to drink?' he asked.

Nodding, I told him how much I'd love a Bailey's over ice. When it arrived, I put my finger in it and brought it to my lips, coating them with the milky white liquid. Knowing I had his complete attention doing that, I licked my lips clean with my tongue. He was a very oral man, I could tell. It was almost like he was in pain as he watched me do it. Suddenly, he remembered and dug in his pocket, withdrawing his money clip stuffed with cash. The top bill was a twenty as was the second and the third. He folded the three bills over once and slipped them under my glass. 'Thank you for the dances,' he smiled.

As the next dancer climbed up onto the stage, I looked around the mostly empty room. 'John, do you want to shoot some pool?' I asked. His face brightened as he nodded and we moved to the back of the club to play a game or two. There were two young black men playing already, but that didn't matter to me. As soon as they saw me approach the table, they stopped and waited for me to say something. 

'My friend and I would like to play partners, if you don't mind a little competition,' I offered.

'Rack 'em, honey,' came the reply. John handed me the quarters and I took my time going through the motions of setting the table for the impending game. Just before I set the rack in its appropriate place, I raised the eight ball to my lips and kissed it for just for luck. My ears were rewarded with, 'Fuck!' from one of the guys we were going to play.

As L.L. took his position to break, he looked down the table at me, showing rows of pearly white teeth. 'What we playing for, Tits?' the large, dark man asked.

John started to say something to counter the crude remark, but I put my arm around his neck and lightly kissed him on the cheek. 'What do you have in mind?' I drawled.

Myron, his partner, suddenly took an interest in what was going on, as L.L. sauntered around to where I was standing and looked me over very thoroughly. 'If Myron and I win, you dump your boyfriend and party with us tonight.'

'And, if we win,' I drawled, 'you hand over $200 and buy the next round of drinks.'

Both of them shouted, 'deal,' but I wasn't through with the negotiations yet.

'But, if you win, John comes along too!' John suddenly voiced his say, as he blurted out, 'Lisa, are you crazy?' I chalked the tip of my cue and blew the dust off towards L.L. and told him to go ahead and break. He sank two stripes on the break, and the two of them went through the hand motions of acknowledging their road to victory.

As L.L. prepared to shoot the next ball, I adjusted the bikini straps on my top, causing my boobs to wobble around noticeably. L.L. missed the shot. John was next, and missed. Myron brushed by me as he moved to set up for the next shot. The toothpick in his teeth didn't make him seem as cool as he thought it would, but that didn't stop him from pretending it did. 'This next shot is dedicated to your ample assets, girlie,' he stated With that he drove the cue ball into the two stripes that touched, and suddenly they dropped into separate pockets like it had been set up just for that. L.L. was finishing his drink and stalking the sidelines almost like he sensed victory.

John moved near me and said we were in trouble and that we should quit before it got out of hand. I put my finger to his lips to quiet him as Myron slammed another striped ball into a pocket. Grinning with confidence, he moved around the table and, as he did, he passed behind me and purposely ground his hips into my ass, knowing I'd feel his hard cock. I knew I surprised him when I responded by grinding my hips back against him. He missed the next shot by a mile.

Finally, it was my turn. I walked around the table twice, chalking my cue, smiling at John as I asked his advice. I already knew how I was going to play my shot, but I wasn't going to let on. With great relish, I sank one ball after the next. As I stood at the head of the table, planning my final shot at the eight ball, I couldn't help but laugh inside as L.L. and Myron were pushing and hitting each other, blaming one another for what was about to happen.

I had worked this Club for almost 6 months by this time and had shot pool too many times to let these two guys win, unless I wanted them too. John was nervously tearing the label off his beer bottle, showering me with encouragement. I was sure that Myron and L.L. exchanged the 'mutherfucker' term more than once while they tried to figure out how to come up with the $200 that I was sure they didn't have. I lined up the shot and gave the cue ball a little lower english, which caused it to move off to the left after knocking the eight ball into the pocket. It drifted predictably over to the side pocket, resulting in a scratch and loss of the game. John's cheers died as quickly as the sudden jubilation of our opponents took over.

John looked like he'd just lost everything. I stepped in front of him and put my fingers under his drooping chin and lifted it until his eyes met mine. 'Good things come from what might seem bad at first,' I soothed. When I winked at him, he suddenly knew: I had scratched on purpose. I excused myself from the boys and went to tell Harvey, the owner, that I wasn't feeling well and wanted to take the rest of the night off. Due to the absence of the normal crowds that night, he told me no problem and to have a good night. I was sure I was going to have that!

I changed into street clothing, which was comprised of jeans, tennis shoes, a ball cap, and a sweatshirt. On the surface, I looked like anyone else on the streets, which led to an amusing event. I was talking to John for a full two minutes before it hit L.L. and Myron that it was really I. The four of us met in the parking lot. Against the brothers' wishes, I said I would be riding with John, and to lead the way and we would follow them.

John had his Jaguar, which I love. The soft leather feels so good. I love the way I sink down into absolute luxury. As soon as we were in the car, I put my arms around John's neck and drew his lips to mine. The kiss was long and active. Our tongues and lips meshed together perfectly as I hungrily kissed him. I felt his hands tentatively touch my breast and I groaned with approval.

As I broke the kiss, I sensed he was about to question what was going to happen next. I told him to just let it happen and the four of us might have quite a night together. 'You don't have to be anywhere tonight, do you John?' I asked. When he shook his head I continued, 'Good, because I think you're going to be glad I scratched on that shot.' We followed the black Cadillac out of the parking lot, as I curled up next to John with my head on his shoulder.

Now, those that know me know that I've fantasized about a gangbang with a bunch of black guys. Well, in this case I had two at least, plus John, and that sounded like it might be fun. Things were so slow at the club that I was ready for some excitement. I hadn't set out for this to happen, but since everything just sort of fell into place I was going to see where it would lead. I was a little worried about John, though. I knew he liked me a lot, but this was pretty far fetched from anything he'd experienced around me before. Still, he wasn't running away, but maybe that was because I had my arm locked in his and was pressed tightly against him in his car.

'John, are you okay with this?' I asked.

He kept looking straight ahead, following the black Caddy into the night. 'With what?' he asked.

I drew back from him slightly and looked up at him. 'I think you know I'm planning on partying with them tonight. If this makes you feel uncomfortable, you can just drop me off and I'll find a way home.' John was almost expressionless, but I could see the strained look on his face and knew he was having mixed emotions.

'Look, I'm not a saint, John,' I continued. 'I go out after work lots of times, and sometimes I meet guys; not always, but sometimes I do. And, if I like one, well, then I go for it. I've even been with more than one guy at a time as well. It's just that I've never done it with black guys.' I could have sworn I detected a slight smirk develop on his face in response to that remark.

The car ahead of us began to slow and pulled into what looked like a used car lot. We followed it and stopped behind them. L.L. got out of the passenger side and walked back to where we were. He had a cell phone in his hand. I pushed the down button on the window and L.L. stuck his head in right next to mine. 'Hey, baby,' he said. 'You're probably dying to get your hands on what old L.L.'s got for you, isn't that right? Well, we were having a slight problem finding a place to congregate, if you know what I mean. But, one of the brothers is gonna meet us here in a minute and take us this place he knows of. It'll be cool.'

John snapped back quickly, 'Hey, man, this is just supposed to be the four of us and no one else!'

I put my hand on John's leg to quiet him, as I turned back to L.L. 'Don't be fucking up something you're going to regret. If you go inviting all your friends, thinking it's okay, well, it's not!'

L.L. stepped back with his hands held up defensively. 'No, baby. You got it all wrong. We just needed a place to have this swaree, that's all.'

I rolled up the window as L.L. kicked an imaginary object on the pavement and stomped back to the waiting Caddy. A few minutes later a low-rider of some sort pulled up next to Myron's side of the car. Windows were lowered and then raised, and then both cars began to move away. John followed quietly.

What happened next completely surprised even me. John reached out and took my hand and guided it to the lump in his pants and pressed my palm against it and began rubbing it up and down the lengthening shaft. Then he let go of my hand, leaving me to continue the action.

I smiled as I reached out with my other hand and began pulling his zipper down and open. 'Does John want a preview of what he's going to get tonight?' I teased.

With that he reached out, knocking the ball cap off my head, grabbed a handful of my hair, and pulled my face down to his crotch. By the time my head reached his lap, I had his fat cock out and into the open. At the same time, he adjusted the tilt control so that the steering wheel moved up and out of the way.

'Clever,' I said as I closed my lips around his cock and sucked my way down, filling my mouth to capacity. As I let out a satisfied moan, I heard him do the same. Inwardly, I smiled to myself as I moved my head up and down, taking more and more of his hard cock into my hungry mouth.

John's hand continued to control my head movements with his grip on my hair. He pulled up and then pushed down on my head demanding I take all of his cock in my mouth. When he was satisfied that he had his cock firmly buried in my throat, he held me down on it until I began to gag. It wasn't that I was gagging on his size, but rather that I needed oxygen to breathe. I could tell that he believed it was the former by the way he began to talk to me.

'Suck it, Lisa,' he said. 'Suck my big cock like the slut you truly are. I'm going to cum in your mouth and you're going to swallow every drop. I don't think this is going to be the last time tonight you are going to suck cock and swallow cum either. If those stories I hear about black guys are true, you're going to have a lot more cock down your throat than this measly 8 inches of mine.'

Just then, he jammed his cock upwards as he slammed my face down, shooting hot gooey cum down my throat. Not unused to doing this, I used my throat muscles like it came naturally to me. 'Fuck!' John cried out over and over again. 'Oh, fuck!'

He finally let go of my hair and put both hands on the steering wheel as I continued to lick and suck on his cock until it was all squeaky-clean. 'Umm, you taste so good,' I commented as I licked my lips.

I sat back up straight in my seat just as we pulled into a gated entrance to what looked like a mansion. It was huge. John was babbling something about it being even bigger than his house was. I was stunned by what I could see from the dimly lit driveway leading up to the house. I popped a couple of breath mints while we sat in the car waiting to see what would happen next.

Myron and L.L. got out of their car in front of us and a lone figure got out of the car in front of them. That man was black as well and towered even over the other two men. He must have been about six foot six or more. It turned out that he plays football for the an certain NFL Team. The three of them came back to our car as we were getting out. I was pretty sure I'd licked all John's cum off my lips; at least I hoped I had. I put the ball cap back on my head, so I supposed I probably looked plain and ordinary again.

'The name is Lamar, baby. What's yours?' he said as he extended a big meaty hand that engulfed mine.

'Lisa,' I found myself somewhat excitedly saying. 'John, honey,' I said, turning back to the car, 'would you bring my bag?' Turning back to our apparent host, I told him, 'You have a very lovely home, Lamar.'

He put his massive arm around my tiny waist and ushered me into his house. 'Well, let me give you the nickel tour. Myron tells me you're a stripper. What's up with that?'

We made some small talk as we wandered about the house, eventually making our way into what looked like a large family room. There were several large overstuffed sofas and chairs, a big screen TV, and a bar. L.L. went over to the stereo and put on some music. It was instrumental with heavy throbbing drums. Lamar, or whoever he was, fixed drinks. I sipped on my wine as Myron was beginning to get irritable. He wanted to get it on and now, but Lamar wanted to take it slow and easy. I introduced Lamar to John. They weren't sure, but were almost certain they'd met somewhere before. Either way, they agreed not to let anything that happened tonight to go anywhere. 'What goes on the road, stays on the road.'

Lamar picked up my bag and handed it to me. 'Is there something in here you'd like to change into?' he asked. 'I'm ready to see just how good of a stripper you are.' He showed me to the bathroom where I changed into a short leather skirt and a matching Harley Davidson vest. I slipped on the heels I'd brought as well and entered the room to a very warm reception. A low table had been placed in the center of the room with the sofas surrounding it.

I took my cue and stepped up to dance for my four admirers. I winked at John as I danced around on the table, turning my back to him, raising my skirt to show him that was all I had on. I loved it when I heard him respond with 'Oh, my god!' As I opened the vest and let it fall to the floor, I was cheered loudly, but not as loudly as when I stepped out of the skirt and stood there in just my 6-inch heels.




One Night After Work



Lamar stood and came over to the table with L.L. and Myron on either side of him removing their clothing. John just settled back on his soft cushioned sofa and seemed to be content to just watch for now. Maybe it was the blowjob that kept him so patient, or maybe he just wanted to see what I was going to do with three big, black men.

I stood facing Lamar while gyrating my hips and licking my lips as I maintained eye contact. God, he was so handsome! Even though I was standing on the table, we were eye to eye. He reached out with those huge hands and almost covered both my breasts with them. As he did, he let them slip to the sides and under my arms as kissed me passionately on the lips, our tongues dueling and probing. I felt other hands on me then as I was lowered onto my back on the table.

Myron was already naked and L.L. was still trying to get out of his pants. It was sort of comical watching him jumping around, first on one leg and then the other. That distraction only lasted seconds as my eyes now locked onto Myron's big black cock. It was big. I mean really big. The next thing I knew, he was straddling my waist and pushing that big meaty cock between my tits and pressing my hands around them so he could put his hand on the table to brace himself. His cock was so black against my skin. I tilted my head forward to watch the big blunt instrument slide effortlessly back and forth. It felt so hot and hard as it slipped between my sweaty tits.

I was on fire, wanting someone to fuck me hard and fuck me now. But, instead, I suddenly felt someone's glorious tongue licking long, deliberate swipes up my cunt. I squealed out loud each time he lapped at those sensitive lips. I pulled my knees up against Myron's hips and rhythmically pushed. He got the message quickly as he strained forward, keeping his cock firmly engulfed in between my tits as the head of his cock disappeared between my ovaling lips. Myron groaned, 'Jeez, what a mouth! What a set of tits! Oh, baby, you've got talent!'

Thinking to myself that he hadn't experienced anything yet, I just kept mashing my tits around his cock and emphasized my cocksucking talents by letting the head audibly pop out of my mouth every so often for effect. I have to admit I was having a hard time devoting my undivided attention to Myron's black cock while the man of my dreams, whoever he was, was jamming his tongue deeper into my cunt. Even with the commotion somewhere else in the room from a frustrated L.L., I came. I shuddered and bucked like someone had struck me with lightning.

I let go of my breasts and gripped Myron's ass cheeks and dug my sharp nails into his black flesh. His response was to lurch forward, which was what I had opened my hungry mouth wide for. My jaws were the only part of me that relaxed at that moment, mostly from experienced reflex, as his cock buried deep in my mouth and into the tightness of my throat. My hips were bucking wildly against the pleasure-tongued devil that was giving me such exquisite sexual release. I felt strong hands wrap around my ankles and spread my legs further apart, obviously to keep me from bucking off the tabletop.

The waves of ecstasy rolled over and through me as I moved one of my hands to the wet, black shaft that pushed deeply in and out of my elastic jaws. Through teary eyes I was able to look up into Myron's straining face, watching his expression change, just as his cock began to jerk in my mouth. Hot cum exploded in my mouth, which I gulped and swallowed with relish. His big hands grabbed my head and forced my face closer to his groin. Slowly, I could feel his cock begin to soften some as he pulled it from my cum-filled mouth. He stood on wobbly legs and continued to point his magnificent cock down at my face, squeezing the last of his cum out onto my face.

'Now, bitch, it's time to get fucked by a real man!' L.L. moved between my legs and pushed the head of his thick, black cock up and down my slicked cunt and pushed forward with a loud grunt. 'Oh, fuck! This is the perfect white pussy for my big black cock. Take it all, baby.' He roughly held my calves in his big black hands as he slammed in and out of my pussy. I was busy licking the remnants of Myron's cum from my face and shoving it into my mouth.

What a strange sensation I felt as I lay there on the coffee table. Looking up, I could see three big, black men surrounding me. One was sucking on my toes as he slammed his cock in and out of me, and the other two stood at my head, sliding their hands up and down their long, black cocks, apparently contemplating what they were going to do to me next. Wrapping my arms around my jiggling breasts, I turned my head to the side and smiled at John as he sat on the sofa stroking his beautiful white cock as well.

Suddenly, L.L. tensed and leaned forward. He pushed my legs back until my knees were on either side of my ears, and slammed his cock all the way in and held it there. I thought he was going to cum in me, but then he suddenly pulled out and jerked his cock as cum splattered all over my tummy and thighs. This was just too much fun. My handsome host, Lamar, handed me a small damp towel so that I could wipe the cum off my radiantly glowing body. I felt so wonderfully fucked and still wanted so much more. This was everything I had hoped for and more.

As soon as I'd finished wiping myself, Lamar took the towel and tossed it aside. He took my hand and pulled me to a sitting position and stepped in front of me. He reached down to cup my chin in one hand as he guided his beautiful black cock to my lips with the other. I opened my mouth to receive my reward, but was disappointed when he held it back. I reached for it, but he slapped my hand away. 'No hands, Lisa,' he told me. 'At least not yet.'

I could feel the heat from his cock as he brought it close to my mouth again, this time rubbing the blunt head over my cheeks and the bridge of my nose. Then he brought it close to my lips again and I attempted to lick it. Now, that was something he obviously liked, as he concentrated on rubbing the slippery head over my lips and tongue.

Myron and L.L. headed off towards the kitchen, but I didn't really care at the moment. I was still dying to get fucked and wasn't about to let them off until I had gotten what I wanted. Lamar continued to tease my oral desires by forcing my jaws open with his cock and moving it around in my mouth by controlling its movements with his fist wrapped around the thick, black shaft. His other hand slid through my scalp and tightened on a handful of my hair. I moved my hands up the front of his muscled thighs as he released his grip on his cock and began to methodically fuck my face. Each time he moved forward he pushed more of his beautiful cock into my mouth. I closed my eyes as I let myself completely surrender to him.

'John, get over here,' Lamar said. 'I think the bitch is ready for a good hard fucking.' Lamar kept his grip on my hair, his cock lodged solidly in my mouth as he pulled me to my feet. It felt really weird trying to walk bent over with his big dick in my mouth. Lamar took John's seat on the sofa and I remained in the strange position. Just as I was about to try to kneel down, I felt John's hands on my hips and his cock lying between my ass cheeks. I braced myself by pressing my hands against Lamar's thighs so I could spread my legs apart for what I knew I had to have and soon!

'Don't be forgetting me now, honey,' Lamar commanded. With that, he pulled my head forward and his big, fat, black cock slid all the way into my mouth. 'Oh, yeah, throat it, bitch. Dancing ain't the only talent you have.'

Just then, John's wonderful cock head slipped down to the entrance to my pussy and filled it completely. He began slamming in and out as I sucked and swallowed. Lamar, seeing that I was hopelessly insatiable, let go of my hair and let me control my own oral assault on his cock.

Whether it was from the hard fucking I was getting or from the total euphoria of sucking Lamar's beautiful black cock, I came. It was the first time I ever realized that I could have multiple orgasms. I couldn't stop coming. My knees buckled several times, but John's strong hands around my waist kept me from collapsing. At exactly that same time both Lamar and John filled me with their cum. I was on fire all over. Wave after wave of ecstasy racked my body. I was no longer in control; they were.


The next thing I knew, I was lying on the sofa, opening my eyes to survey the surroundings. My jaws were a little sore, but my tummy was full of yummy cum. I felt tingly and warm all over. As I sat up, I saw my four fuckmates sitting around the table, drinking and playing cards. They didn't even notice me as I got up and stumbled a little unsteadily to the bathroom. The bathroom was beautiful! The shower stall was big enough for three or four people at least.

I giggled as I turned on the water and stepped in. Three or four would be fine with me. Even as gloriously fucked as I felt, I was sure I could go for another round or two. After what must have been a half an hour of shower therapy, I dried and wrapped one of the oversized bath towels around my breasts. It looked like a terry cloth mini robe. I used the dryer to get most of the moisture out of my hair, then pulled it back into a ponytail and headed back out to see what the boys were up to.

Sure enough, they were still playing cards. What a funny sight, seeing four grown men sitting around that table wearing nothing but smiles, playing cards. I casually wandered over to the sound system and looked through the dozens of CD's, not really looking for anything in particular. I didn't find anything that interested me so I just tuned in a radio station that was playing soft romantic music. As I closed my eyes and began to sway to the beat, I felt strong arms wrap around me from behind. It was Lamar who whispered in my ear, 'Nobody throats a cock as big as mine without credentials. Is there some porno flick I'm missing that has you as the main attraction?'

I giggled softly and shook my head. He undid the towel from around me as I turned to melt into his powerful embrace. Even at five foot eight, I was dwarfed by his immense size. I felt his cock swell and rise up between my parting thighs. He lifted me off the floor and set me gently onto his throbbing cock. As I locked my heels around his hips and began rocking back and forth, it began to work its way in deeper. As satisfied as I thought I had felt from being fucked earlier, this felt even better. I mashed my tits against his chest, purposely rubbing them over his muscled chest, and kissed him hard on the mouth. He surrendered his tongue to my oral assault intent on ripping it right out of his mouth.

Behind me I heard L.L. complaining. 'Shit, man, if you weren't such a tall mutherfucker, I could fuck her ass. Put the bitch down, so the rest of us can get a little.'

Without setting me down, Lamar walked, while carrying me with his cock still embedded in me, into one of the bedrooms and laid me on the bed where we fucked our way to another intensely wonderful orgasm. From that point on, I just moved from one cock to the next. It became a blur until John rolled off me, exhausted. I looked around and nobody was left to take his place.

John saw me pout at the situation and laughed. 'What's the matter?' he asked. 'Didn't get enough?'

I smiled mischievously back at him. Inside, I knew I was satisfied; not just from all the great sex I'd just had, but the fact that I finally got to do something I'd always wanted. I got to do it with three big black studs. Oh, and of course, with John too. After all, he was the last one standing.

It was about 4 in the morning when John got me back to my car in the Club parking lot. He offered to take me to his house for the rest of the night, but I knew I needed some sleep, and I sure wasn't going to get any of that if I went home with him.

After driving myself home, as I opened the door to my apartment, I could hear the telltale sounds of wild uninhibited sex. Tara, my roommate, had company.

'I shouldn't,' I said to myself, 'but maybe I'll just peek in and see….'

Thankyou Hardman for editing this story again for me. You've always paid special attention to me....



One Night and a Future



Alexandra inhaled deeply, took another sip of her wine-red wine tonight, as if that would make a difference-and was startled.

"It's Alexandra, isn't it? We met in this bar, oh, about a week ago. You're in banking."

The guy was George and he did something in advertising, she remembered. "Well, I'm a bank teller." She giggled, Yes, there is a God.

He sat down on the stool next to her at the bar. And they talked. She accepted his offer of another glass of wine. And then he said the magic words.

"Would you like to go somewhere else? To talk? This place..."

Isn't this what she wanted? Respite from the loneliness of being a stranger in the city.

* * *

They both liked musical shows, but better on TV than going out to a noisy theater. He had remarked that her one-room studio apartment was "comfortable." They were both "cat people." Dogs are too demanding, she offered. And this was enough commonality for a Saturday night. Saturdays were supposed to be filled with ecstasy and over-the-top memories before the despair of Sunday night and the dread of work beginning again tomorrow.

Then he was on top of her, perhaps with her unspoken invitation. She didn't know how to orchestrate a one-night stand, and she felt a bit of surprise seeing their clothes lying in a tangle on the floor. She admired the fact that George wasn't too hairy, and his body was toned. She surrendered to his experience, saying some little nicety about his body. She placed one hand on his neck, not wanting to act possessive.

"You're not too bad yourself," he said drawing his hand down over her breast, pausing to tweak a nipple. The touch felt good after so many months of never touching another human, let alone a man cuddling her entire body.

"No," she said. "I'm too tall. Kids called me gawky in school. But I was a good basketball player." She worried he wouldn't find her breasts large enough, that he'd be turned off by her small nipples.

"I'm taller than you." The hand slid down her stomach and twirled around her belly button.

"Not if I wear high heels. I mean, really high.

"Then we'd have to lie horizontally in order to see eye to eye," he said softly, burying his face in her stomach. His mouth gently kissed its way down to her loins and she inhaled deeply as his nose nuzzled the hair in the V of her pudendum. Was he really going to put his mouth there? Was he that enamored of her or some kind of pervert? Could a man really put his lips on that place between her legs and enjoy it?

Her body jerked as she felt his tongue warp itself around her clit, enter her vagina and seek a way up inside her. So this is what it felt like! The electricity the books hadn't told her about.

This had to be a sign of trust. He trusted her enough to want to taste her insides. In turn, she had to trust this still-stranger enough to let him explore her body cavities the way she had only done in the shower before now.

Tentatively, she grasped his cock-a sign she reciprocated his trust-then abruptly put her lips to the smooth tip. It was salty, it was slippery, it was a man's most private part and the miracle was that they were sharing their bodies. Two were becoming one.

He slid over on top of her stomach and used his hand to move his dick up into her, probing and pushing-but gently-to find an entrance. She arched her hips to help him, inhaling his woodsy aftershave scent as a part of being captured by a male hunter. He had impaled his quarry. 

Christ, she wasn't a virgin, but this was only the third man she'd let into her body. Then he was deep inside and clasping her around the waist to pull her more tightly against him. How long had it been since she held a man to her stomach and breasts and felt him work his way up to her womb?

After a lingering kiss, in which she sucked his tongue into her mouth, he began moving his dick deeper up her canal. She knew she was getting slippery and there was a kind of-well, call it enjoyment, she thought. It was Saturday night and she was being fucked. Isn't that what's supposed to happen?

And there was a lingering curiosity of how deep he could go, how long his cock was, and whether he could reach all the way to her cervix. This was a wondrous thing developing inside her ever so slowly.

Still, the weight of him on her stomach, crushing her breasts as he sought traction with his pumping dick, and his fingernails digging into her butt were-what? Distracting. It could only be a minute or two longer and he'd cum into her, they'd both take deep breaths and say "That was nice," then she would go to the bathroom and wash.

Then she'd ask him if he'd like a glass of wine with her-red or white?-and he would or not before leaving her. She still had a book to finish reading. She had underwear to wash.

It was more than a few minutes and time stretched to infinity. He was gentle, but insistent and offered a little variety in his motions. She told herself to enjoy the feel of that warm meat massaging her innards, tickling her-and, Christ, he was so far up inside her. Not like the last time with the boyfriend so long ago who wasn't a boyfriend really. That one had jammed himself up a few inches, moved himself so fast, and then came abruptly in less than a minute.

George was going and going and... Then she felt the welcome magic of an orgasm building, first in her belly and then up to her breasts and finally exploding in her brain and closing down all thought. Her heart beat wildly and a little cry escaped her mouth. She was coming coming coming.

Her fingernails gripped his shoulders like an eagle's talons and she gave in to the power of the force.

* * *

When she returned, wrapped in her terrycloth bathrobe, George was sitting, still naked, on the edge of the bed. One hand nervously picked at an eyebrow.

"What's wrong?" She sat next to him, put her hand on his neck. Could she claim it was also "her neck"?

"Thank you," he said. "I don't know how to say... I haven't seen many people. You're the first woman..."

"What do you mean?" He had a fine neck. A good haircut. Alexandra would describe him-if she told anyone-that he was handsome.

"My wife passed away. Six months ago." He turned to look at her with eyes that were distant and unseeing. "I felt she betrayed me when she died. When you're missing someone, the entire world is empty."

She thought for a moment. "My world was empty until tonight. And if this is the last night, the only night, so be it. But thank you too."

"Friends told me grief would end. That I'd find someone new. But people can't be replaced like car parts."

"No," she said thoughtfully. "But we're all alone, each of us, except for a few moments when a spark is lit, when something happens."

"Would you like to have breakfast with me? I could leave and come back to meet you?"

She inhaled deeply. It had already been Sunday morning for a few minutes. "Would I be presumptuous, out of line, if I suggested making love again? I mean, you don't have to..."

"I could. I'd like that."

"Then we could take a nap. I'd hold you in my arms until you're asleep, knowing I'll still be there when we wake up."

He laughed. "Then breakfast. Together."

# # #



One Night: Another Night



I am sitting within the eye of a storm.

People surround me; talking, eating, drinking, laughing, all loud, all vulgar. I feel sometimes as though I'm an old soul, surrounded by utter, utter children; yet I am younger than them, all of them. I used to think that you were like me, an old soul, but then it happened. You left.

You're here too, across the room. We never went public, never told everyone that we were together, never even tried to make you and I become an us. Tonight is one year on, since that one time, one night, and my god, I cannot help but still want you. 

I don't understand theme parties. It seems that these days, one cannot throw a pea without hitting a theme party; an alien here, a M party there. Tonight is a Wild West theme, and I am not playing along. They say you should play like a joiner, but I can't be like that, even at a work thing. 

You are sitting between two people, the two people most opposed to us. Your mother; as if she would have a lesbian for a daughter. And your boyfriend, a less than perfect rendition of what a girl might want. 

You're an indian squaw, and a slutty one at that. Your dress is short, but not too bad; your hair is done in twin braids, and I would like to touch them, feel them. I imagine what doing so would be like, as I look away.

You keep looking at me; whenever I look, as much as I try to avoid it, you are. I drink, more than I should, looking back; whenever you see me watching, you get all lovey dovey with your boyfriend, which leads me to take another shot of vodka. Lucky the business doesn't skimp on alcohol, because I am intent on drinking myself under the table.

You come over to me, with him. You ask me, how I am; I say, good; my eyes say, how do you think, as they pointedly look at him, the boy. He is, as they mostly are, oblivious; smiling vacantly, his ears full of those stretching earrings, so large that one could fit a sausage through them. You flinch, a little; you always lived on the extreme outside of your skin, always saw how I felt within mine. 

It wasn't really your fault, when we woke up the next day a year ago. When you smiled at me, and kissed me awake. When we made love again, and gasped the humid air of my apartment in the morning, and spoke of us.

I asked you, are you really interested, or; I let the question hang. You paused, your hands ceasing as they trailed my shape; you say you're curious. Before tonight, you said, I was only into boys. 

Perfect, I said, rolling over; I didn't want you to see how hurt I was. I knew there were enough impediments between us without boys as well. 

And that became a problem, for us. We dated, if one can call you coming over to my apartment and being shagged senseless dating. But I knew you weren't exclusive, never even tried to have that conversation with you. 

How've you been, I ask you, smiling. You nod, and smile, but it doesn't reach to your eyes. Good, you say, but you don't mean it. You sit down; your beard finds another chair, and another conversation.

I forgot just how captivating you are, up close. You smell like cinnamon, your hair is glossy in the dimness. Your top is low cut; I want to sink myself lower, and to nibble between them, before pulling the material further down, and suckling you as you come. 

I think my mood is contagious. Your eyes are huge, swollen as I have never seen them. Your nipples stand hard to your shirt; your finger flicks idly at my wrist, as you lean over to catch what I'm saying. You want to fuck me, I know it. I want it, but fuck you if I'm going to make it easy for you.

You ask me, like you did last year, do I want to get out of here. I respond, quickly, what about him, as I look over at the laughing man, and the other men gibbering away. You flush, and you look raw; you get up to leave, and I take your wrist, unable to stop myself. You look down at me; god help me, as I smile, and say yes.

You lead me outside, and drag me away, into welcome relief from the ruckus upstairs. It's late, and the street is poorly lit. Your eyes glow feverishly, your mouth open, as you push me none too gently up against the wall.

The impact is enough to wind me, but the air is caught, held from leaving my body by your lips. I could never have forgotten how you tasted, but the reality is an unfair comparison to memory. 

For a moment, I'm lost. Lost in you, revelling in your shape, your touch, your desire as I hear you moan into my mouth.

Then, I'm angry.

I shove you off, and push you away, against the wall opposite. I can't be too loud; the walls are thin, and a screaming match would probably be overheard. 

What the fuck, I ask you, as matter of factly as I can. You're still hot, and I can hear your breathing, and your taste is still in my mouth. You look a bit lost, as you ask why, was I not into it as well. I shake my head; not when you damn near assault me, scarce minutes after leaving your boyfriend. 

You flush; even in the dim light, I can tell. You don't quite know what to say; you wanted simple, you begin with. We weren't simple. So you left, and went out, and forgot as best you could, I responded. I am so not turned on right now; it is as though you've upended a bucket of ice cold water over my head. 

No, you say, almost plaintively. No, it's not like that. How long have you been seeing him, I ask in response. Fuck; my hurt is making me hurtful, the fractures in my heart too close for either of our comforts. 

Almost since then, you say. I nod, and start to walk away. Nice knowing you, I say; you take my wrist, hard. You pull me back, and push me against the wall again. I'm not scared, until I see your face; I not anything, until I see your face. 

You're desperate. I don't understand; you've been smiling, laughing, happy, all year, when I've seen you. I talked to the boy; he's actually alright, I think. I mean, a genuinely nice guy; or would be at least, if he wasn't yours. 

I need to say something, you say, your voice a broken, ragged whisper. You lean in, and put your mouth close to my ear, so close I shiver, feeling the chill of your breath on my neck.

I've been a bitch, you say. I've tried, I've fought it, but I can't anymore. I love you. So much it hurts.

You draw back, your eyes glowing; I can see it, all of it, luminous. 

It is as though I was carrying a great weight, such is the relief. Not just relief, triumph; I knew it, I fucking knew it. 

You look scared, as though you're about to flee; I must've taken longer thinking than I thought. Slowly, I raise my hands; I place them at the back of your head. I lean you forwards, and draw you back towards me. 

I love you too, I whisper to your nose, the only part of your face I can see. But you knew that already; I had come damn close to telling you when we tried, earlier on. 

You almost laugh, a relieved sound, half a bark or a harsh breath. 

You make a good indian, I say, lift my hands back up to your head, playing with your braids. Now you do laugh, and it is like the air got warmer around us; it feels good even to just refer to we two as us. 

And you make a good... what are you exactly, you ask me, leaning back to look at me. I blush a bit; I only found out about the bloody thing three days ago, and I'm not the most proactive person you would meet. I'm wearing a tee shirt that clings to my chest, that's light metallic blue. It's got a symbol on the front, that kind of looks like a keyhole, and it's got a lower than normal neckline for a tee. Jeans for the bottom, that had nothing special to say for themselves; I had brought a hat, like a cowboy hat, but that was the only concession I made. I had left it inside. 

I take your hand, and place it at the front of my shirt; shut and work, squaw, I say, affecting the worst western accent I have ever heard. 

You snort, but you lower your head to my level, and you kiss me, softly. Your hands lift my shirt; I'm too happy to care, your fingers on my skin so hot, making me gasp. You bite my lower lip a little, your fingers inside my bra now, toying with my breast. Your fingernails are too long not to scratch me a little, but it doesn't hurt. I feel your shoulderblades through the fabric of your dress; you're a little thinner than you used to be. I feel every rib, before lowering myself, and kissing your collarbone, and spinning you around to plant you against the wall. 

I hold your wrists by your sides, as I kiss you, hard. I want you, as though every missed opportunity, every fantasy unfulfilled welled within me. I lift your dress up; your eyes are glowing, mad. My hands look for your briefs, and find nothing but warmth and moisture. I look up at you, smirking. 

"That sure of me, were you?" 

I bite you, just above the knee. You gasp, but I soothe the marks with my tongue. I draw away, until only my lips are just touching you, teasing, tickling. Your hands are in my hair; you're not forcing me to rush, or directing me at all. I look up at you, and you look down, your mouth open. Your lips quirked, between one breath and the next.

"I'm meant to be seducing you, Rory, not the other way round."

I just looked up at you, completely satisfied in my time and place; I like my name in your mouth. 

You stand up; the fringes of your outfit first brush, then press against my stupid teeshirt. Your hands found my stomach, as your lips find mine, and you turn us around again, me against the wall. You unbuckle my belt; you don't pull them down all the way, but just enough to get your fingers inside.

I am in my lips, then in the skin you kiss as you mouth my name into my flesh, making me yours by osmosis. Your body is shaking, whirring, purring, around me, and my awareness sinks lower, to where your fingers are ungently feeling their way into my underwear, but I don't mind, because I want you to be fierce, determined, animal. You can be soft later.

I'm trying to think, but I can see patches of red and white over my eyes, through my eyelids. I think I'm holding your wrist, gripping it; I'd be begging you not to stop, but the words are not adequate to the feeling; licking along my bones, swelling like pools of warm water, swirling. I'm moaning, or screaming, and I'm kissing into you, and I'm not sure it's your mouth. I might even be whispering, but such a whisper. I'm burnt ashes, twisting into dead coals, but the fire was so glorious that I simply didn't care. 

You back off, and momentarily I'm scared; I'm too raw to see you leave. Even if I can intellectually realize that both of our parents are upstairs, I just can't. You smile; I can't see it, but you come to me as softly as I want you to. 

"Let's fuck off," you whisper to me. "You still living in Clayton?"

I nodded, but I retreated a little.

"Can't be like last time. You need to actually be willing to come out, properly, and to do this right."

You sigh, and nod. "Do you want me to break up with him tonight?"

I smirk, picturing it; him, all hurt and angry, but surrounded by mine and your family, and our bosses, and their families. I even see your mother's face, when you tell her why. I can't help smiling.

"No; we'll do it tomorrow. Meanwhile, we can't go back to mine, at least not yet. He'll wonder where you went, as will everyone else, and they know I'm gay."

You nod, and groan. "Next few days are gonna be rough."

I open my eyes as wide as I can and, from my position - nestled between your breasts through your outfit - I flutter my eyes.

"Aren't I worth it, though?"

You laugh, mutter "smartass" at me, and take me back inside. We don't get looks, thankfully, except from my mother, but she always knows. 

We don't talk much for the rest of the night; you play your role as much as you always do. We don't look across the room, like we did before. We be good children, like we are.

Before I leave, when leaving, you take my hand, and squeeze it. 

"I'll be seeing you," you whisper; it's all I can do not to leap up into the air and shout out my happiness. 

"Hope so," I say, before I call the cab and go back to mine.

***

It's been a week, and I haven't heard from you. I feel swollen. You wanted this, me, but you haven't called, haven't texted. I haven't seen you since, and I wish it didn't hurt. 

I'm in my apartment, and I'm alone; all the others are at work, or at school, or somewhere else. I've had the last few days off; sick days and that. It really wasn't hard to argue when I really felt ill, broken. Fucking hell.

There's a knock on the door, and I wish that cliché's weren't true, and that if that is you I would tell you to fuck off, and to stop messing me around. I would find a nice pretty girl who wasn't such a fucking tease, who was sure that she wanted me, who actually could be with me without all the hangups. 

But I open the door, and it is you. I back away from the entrance, and you follow me inside; you're tentative, as though you don't entirely know what you're doing. You sit opposite me; I'm not sure if I would welcome you next to me. 

Fuck off. I can feel it; attraction, pooling in my stomach, forcing my eyes to bathe your frame, dwelling on your sallience. Excess is a word that would describe you well, for there is nothing on you that is not a little too much; your hips are too broad, just; your breasts too big, your lips too wide. Your eyes too huge, and black. Your skin is just a little too tanned, under the sun; you don't look orange, but you're very brown. I sigh, and tell myself to stop it.

"How've you been?" You start, smiling tremulously. I smirk at you, even though I feel nothing like smiling.

"You came all this way to offer me smalltalk?"

You sit up, and look at me properly.

"I came out. To everyone."

I was shocked, to the extreme. "Came out, as in bi, or came out as it gay?"

"Came out as in gay; Mum thinks it means bi, so whatever." You shrug, and I stop fighting the delicious warm feeling floating me upwards, all of which had nothing to do with sex. Maybe partly.

"I'm still mad at you; you couldn't call, or talk to me in any way?"

"Damn it, I'm sorry, Rory. Life's been difficult of late; I had to kick my boyfriend out, as well as tell him I'm into girls and that I cheated on him with you."

"Well, good; I'm glad he got told."

Your face hardened; I saw doubt in behind your eyes, before you got angry. "Is this what it's gonna be like, being with you?"

I let the silence ring for a bit, before I rose. I keep my face as expressionless as I can. I sit next to you on the couch.

"No, Vicky, this is what it will be like."

I straddle you, and pull your chin until you are facing upwards. I kiss you hard, fiercely; never letting go. We can fight, and argue, and scream at each other, but as long as I can screw you senseless after it doesn't matter. Make me hurt, make me sad, before making me cum.

I'm kissing you so hard I'm pulling your hair. Your hands are on me, but it's different to normal. You're not on my skin, you're inside; you're twisting me from within, twirling. 

It's building slowly. I'm warm, safe; the knowledge that it's happening, actually, fucking going to be. It's what I wanted. It's breaking my heart. I'm not crying, but I am, so happy it hurts. Your lips curve into a smile, and my feelings recede in a good way; sometimes, emotional distance, difference, is a good thing. Let's you just enjoy the moment more. 

The kiss softens, and I back away from you a little, but your hands find the junction of my waist and my hips, the spot which on you I want my hands to rest forever. They tighten, and I get your message; I won't move away.

You lift my singlet over my head, and unclasp my bra; I feel strange. I'm normally self conscious, at least about my nakedness, and the blinds are wide open. But I really, frankly, don't care, at all. 

Your breaths fall on my chest; I feel their weight, each hitting me harder, making my skin bristle. I'm like a cat, as I lean forwards, into your mouth; I cup your head, your face, longing for you. Brushing up against you, purring, forcing. I will never cajole, never beg, unless that's what you want from me. 

Your fingers are between my legs, and I thank all that exists in this world that I am wearing elastic shorts; you know, the kind that you can sleep in, that may be the least attractive thing I own, but it's good because you find your way into them, only too easily. 

I gasp, as you rise; your hands leave my thighs as you lift me. You turn, and place me on the couch, spreading my legs.

I want to do this for the entirety of next week, you say. I nod, dimly thinking as lift my ankles together, and divest me of my remaining ugliness. I am bare, as bear as I have ever been; you have stripped me of my skin, and now you will devour me whole. 

The oddest of thoughts, as you begin. Your mouth closes over my centre, and I cease knowing, cease being. 

I don't exactly cum, at all. You spend ages, bringing me up, boiling me over and over, and not backing off so much as just moving to another place, and another sensation.

It was light when you began, and dimming when you stop. I pull you up, blind with need and want for you there.

I kiss you, your lips slick with my taste. You sigh into me, and melt into my arms. I fill my hands with your fantastic too large ass; you are fit, but you have too much medittaranien in you for your shape to be anything other than full.

We lie down, on the couch, and I thank whichever deity is watching at the time - the perves - that the couch is big enough for us both. I'm breathing you in, completely sated, over and over as you sink lower into sleep in my arms. I am so happy, I could die, I think as I fall asleep.

***

The last party I would attend at the company; you left six months ago. I'm smiling, even though you're not at this one; it would be too weird for everyone if you were. Your mum never forgave me for stealing her youngest, and seducing her away from her god, but we get on as well as we can. They have my resignation; I've already got a spot in a bank. 

Another year, another theme; this one is twenties, and I actually bothered this time. I kept it as secret from you as I could; I'm wearing a long tight sleek length of black fabric, cut low between my breasts, with a black mesh front to a hat. I actually like the way I look tonight, and I want to surprise you when I get back. I have a fan and all.

It descriptively sounds quite funeral, but trust me, it wasn't. The men looked good, very dapper, and all the women lovely, in their finery. I'm younger than most, and so I take my leave early.

I drive back to my apartment, now ours. You moved in, roughly six weeks after that night. It's been better than good; a life that belonged to someone who must've done something good in their last one. I had a few girlfriends before you, but it was never easy with them. This is beyond easy, it's natural.

I knock on the door; you ask who it is.

I tell you, in as posh a voice I can muster, to open the door this very instant. You comply; you deep dark eyes widen, the pupils dilating visibly. You step back, as I stay in character, and hand her my purse with a flourish.

"Do be a dear, girl," I say, "and take my coat, and take a seat."

You are nonplussed, as you do as instructed. My lipstick is bright red, my skin as pale as can be, and I acted in school; I knew how to play a role, and tonight I will serve you well.

You are still wearing your work skirts, but your stockings and shoes are off; I see them nearby, kicked off onto the floor. I sit between you legs, on the coffee table, which is entirely too near for me to do without touching your inner thighs with my crossed legs. I stare at you relentlessly.

Tell me, my dear, I say to you. Tell me what you would like me to do.

You swallow; your eyes near pop out of your head. I smirk, and stand; I use the back of my calves to push back the table. I kneel between your legs, and raise your skirt. I look up at you, as I remove the cutest pair of pink underpants from your treasure - yes, I recognize the cliche of calling it that, but it is, oh it is.




One Night: Another Night



I lower my lips, and lick them. I move closer, and blow lightly on your pussy lips. 

Do you want me here, my lips on yours, I ask you, my voice still posh, still in character, but lower. I quirk an eyebrow, and open my mouth. 

I lick your pussy, whole, keeping my tongue wide, wider. Your entire lower half bucks, and your hands move to my head, to hold me in place. The cries you normally keep inside are leaving your mouth as full bodied shrieks, and I feel you cum in my mouth already, your little nub so hard, so ready. 

I lean back, and wait until you are no longer breathing so hard. As you look at me, I lick the taste of you off my lips. You smile at me.

"Rory, you look amazing." Your smile quirks a little. "The christmas do, again? Twenties themed?"

I nod, and roll my eyes. You laugh, before getting up.

"I need you to stay there for a second, can you do that?" You say, and you look flushed still. I nod, a little concerned.

You get up, and half walk, half run to our bedroom. You come back out with an envelope.

"Happy christmas," you say, as you hand it to me.

The thing contains two tickets to Canada, and I feel my heart begin to flutter; I hadn't dared, hadn't dreamed. 

You get down, next to me.

"I know you're meant to be standing, or sitting, but Rory, will you-"

"Yes, oh god yes!!" I scream at you, hurling myself into you. I kiss whatever I can get my lips to; hair, cheek, face, your sleeves. You push me back, laughing, and show it to me; the ring.

It's an emerald, a true deep green. I love them; you know that. 

"I love you," I say; I'm crying the words out of a choking throat. You smile your own tears.

I love you too, you say.



One Night at a Hotel



It had been a very long deployment and I was glad that I would be fucking the shit out my wife tonight. I already had it all planned out. I definitely was not planning on either of us getting much sleep tonight. It was going to be so much fun. When I finally got off the boat and got to her, we kissed and hugged for a very long time. I got hugs from my kids and then my parents. We then went back to the hotel where we had our own room so that we could all relax since we had a long day tomorrow at Disneyland.

As soon as we got in our room, we started kissing each other hard and fast. We were stripping each other's clothes off as quickly as we could. As soon as I got her completely naked, I started to suck on her nipples and finger her pussy which was all ready wet with anticipation of what was to come. She grabbed my dick that was all ready as hard as a rock and started jacking me off. I turned her around so that I could hold her in place to make her cum. When she started to cum I was pinching and pulling on her clit, and she started moving her hips which felt good to me because my rock hard dick was pinched in between her ass cheeks rubbing on her asshole. She said, "I'm cuming! Cum with me!" Just as she finished saying that I came all over her ass.

I picked her up and carried her to the bed, set her down and then climbed on top of her so that I could fuck her so hard because I know that she likes it when I fuck her that way. She grabbed my dick and guided it into her waiting pussy. I pushed it in nice and slow as far it would go. She let out a moan, and then put her feet on my shoulders and told me to fuck her. I started to go slow at first, but soon started to pound her wet pussy as hard and as fast as I could. It felt so good to be inside her that I could feel myself building up to an orgasm. I was about to shoot my load deep into her pussy when she said, "I'm cuming. Are you gonna cum? I want your cum in my pussy. Cum with me!" As I shot my load in her, she was screaming in her orgasm, "now Terra, you can come out now! I wanna eat your pussy while my husband fucks me some more!" As soon as she said that, the bathroom door opened and out stepped our old neighbor Terra.

She was naked as well and judging by the fact that she was sweating, she had made herself cum while she was enjoying the show that we had just put on. She came over to the bed and lied down and spread her legs so that my wife could eat her pussy. But now that I knew that she was here, I had other plans for what was going to happen. I told my wife to find something to tie up Terra's hands while I found something to tie up her legs with. After we finished tying her up, my wife asked me "what do you have in your head now?"

"I want you to climb on top of her and make out with her," I answered. My wife straddled Terra, then lied down smashing their tits together and began kissing her. It turned me on so much to watch my wife sticking her tongue into Terra's mouth, that I decided to fuck her some more. I climbed up behind them and started to slide my dick into my wife's wet pussy. She started to gasp and asked me, "What are you doing? As good as that feels, I want you to fuck Terra. That is why she is here."

"I just want her to get a good taste of you before I do," I said as I began to fuck her faster and harder. She turned around and continued making out with Terra. She was pinching and pulling on Terra's nipples, and my balls were smacking her on the pussy, which made Terra start to moan, "I want to get fucked. Please fuck me!"

"In a few minutes, so just go with what is happening," I told her. I could feel myself about to cum when my wife's body tensed up as she came, as soon as she was done, I pulled out of her and stuck my dick that was covered in my wife's cum in Terra's mouth. "Suck it Terra! Make me cum! And swallow my hot load! Go get your dildo and fuck Terra with it Honey; I want you to fuck her until she makes me cum."

"I didn't bring any of them," she said.

"Well then get down there and suck on her clit and finger her until she cums, I will not fuck her until you have made her cum," I said. My wife started to slide her fingers in and out of Terra's waiting pussy that was already wet and slightly swollen from what she had done to herself in the bathroom, and then began to suck on her clit as she continued to finger her. I could feel Terra start to tense up as she was getting close to an orgasm, which told me that she hadn't quite made it to that point while watching my wife and I. She stopped sucking my cock long enough to say that she was gonna cum, but I told her that she had better make me cum first. So she started sucking so hard that I could feel myself getting ready to cum. My wife said that she could feel that Terra was about to cum as I shot my load of hot cum into Terra's mouth. She kept on sucking and swallowing until there was no more cum to swallow. I pulled out of her mouth and said, "Now you can cum." Her body tensed as she began her orgasm, and she tried to pull away from my wife, but my wife just kept on sucking on her clit and fingering her until the orgasm was over. My wife put her head on Terra's head and asked me what was next, as Terra just lay there breathing heavy and body trembling every time my wife's belly rubbed against Terra's pussy.

"Untie her so that she can fuck me while I eat your pussy," I said. As soon as we untied her, she moved out of the way so that I could lie down. She got on top on me and started rubbing her pussy, which was dripping from her orgasm that my wife had given her, on my dick while my wife got behind her and smashed her tits to Terra's back. She reached around and started to play with Terra's clit and whispered into her ear, "stick his cock in your pussy and fuck him while I play with your clit."

Terra said, "You his cock inside of me, Sweetheart. And then you get around her so he can eat your pussy while I fuck him, suck on your tits, and make out with you." My wife reached down and grabbed my dick and held it to Terra's pussy, and then Terra slowly slid down on top of me until she had me completely inside her. But she didn't start to fuck me yet. She told my wife to get around so that I could taste her pussy. My wife came around and straddled my face, and I immediately started to suck on her clit. At the same time, Terra started to move her hips so that she was fucking me with my dick as deep inside her as it would go. She started to kiss my wife and then started kissing her neck, which on top of me sucking on her clit made her body shiver and she let out a moan.

Then Terra told my wife, "Play with my clit while I fuck your husband and suck on your tits." Terra started to suck on her tits as she reached down and started to rub Terra's clit which made Terra let out a moan and a shiver of her own. She started to fuck me faster and faster. I started to nibble on my wife's clit a little as well as sucking on it. They both said at the same time that they were going to cum. I felt both of their bodies tense up as they began their orgasms at the same time. They hugged each other as tight as they could, smashing their tits together as they hit the peak of their orgasms. 

But I wasn't quite done, I starting pumping my cock in and out of Terra's pussy as I grabbed my wife's ass and sucked as hard as I could on her clit. They both came twice, and as they were in the throes of their second orgasm, I shot my load deep inside of Terra. They both lay down so that each other's head was laying on me next to the other's waist. We laid like that for a couple of minutes and then Terra asked, "What's next?"

I looked at my wife and asked her what she wanted to do next. "Let's take this to the shower. It is a good size shower and would be fun." She said.

"Let's go then," I said as I grabbed each of them by the hand. As we walked, I got behind my wife so that I could play with her nipples as we walked and Terra was reaching around me making my cock hard again. As soon as we got in the shower, I pushed my wife up against the wall so that her tits were smashed against it and her ass was held out. I told Terra to sit with her back against the wall between my wife's legs so that while I fucked my wife, Terra could suck on her clit. Terra sat down and I put my dick down there and told her to stick it in my wife's pussy. But before she did, she stuck it her mouth so that she could taste herself. As soon as she guided me into my wife's pussy, she began sucking on her clit, and my wife was moaning immediately.

I didn't fuck her hard or fast because I didn't want to interrupt Terra sucking on her clit. Terra reached down and started playing with her pussy so that she wouldn't be left out. It didn't take long with me fucking her and Terra sucking on her clit for her body to tense up signaling that her orgasm was near. "OH GOD THAT FEELS SO GOOD. FUCK ME BABY! SUCK ON MY CLIT TERRA! YOU GUYS ARE GONNA MAKE ME CUM ALREADY!" She shouted and her whole body started to tremble as she began her orgasm. She came twice with me fucking her and Terra sucking her clit. I shot cum deep into her pussy just as her second orgasm was ending. She sat down on the floor of the shower to catch her breath for a minute, so I stuck my cock back in Terra's mouth so that she could make me hard again. As soon as I was hard, I picked Terra up and slid my dick into her pussy and put her back against the wall and began to fuck her.

"Come smash your tits to my back while you reach around and play with Terra's nipples, Baby." I said. As she reached around me I felt her huge tits smash against my back and Terra moan as she pinched her nipples. Terra started to move her hips back and forth faster and faster each time her nipples were pinched. My wife started kissing my neck and sucking on my ears, which really turned me on and I pushed my cock as far into Terra's pussy as it would go and just let her move her hips. I grabbed Terra by the hair and told her to fuck me faster. I told my wife to pinch and hold Terra's nipples, and as soon as she did Terra started to tense and then screamed, "I'M CUMING! OH GOD! I WANT YOU IN ME AS FAR AS YOU CAN WHEN YOU CUM!"

I pulled out a little and then slammed my cock in as hard and as far as I could as she was cuming. As her pussy was tightening around my dick, I began my orgasm. "Grab her ass and move it on my dick, Baby. I'm cuming and she's not moving any more, her body is too tense." My wife reached around and started moving Terra back and forth on my cock, which made me cum hard. When I finished and Terra was done with hers, which was actually two, I pulled out of her and set her on her feet. We turned off the water and went back to the bed. Now it was my turn to ask what was next.

"You just sit back and enjoy the show," Terra said. She grabbed my wife by the hand and said, "Come with me to the bed." They sat facing each other so that they could make out, smashing their tits together, and fingering each other's pussy. Then they put their pussies together and started rubbing them against each other. It was slowly at first, but then they got faster and faster as they both neared an orgasm quicker than either of them thought that they would. It was turning me on so much that I started jacking off. As I felt myself getting ready to cum, I went over and jacked off over my wife's tits until I came on them. Then I told her to suck my cock until I was ready to cum again. She sucked so hard that it didn't take long to get me ready again, so I pulled out of her mouth and jacked off over Terra's tits until I shot a load of hot cum on hers too. Just as I finished with my orgasm, they both hit theirs and tried to collapse when it was over, but I told them to lie next to each other. I got between Terra's legs and started to eat her pussy while I reached over and fingered my wife. I did this so soon after they had their orgasms that it threw them both into another one. I switched over to eating my wife's pussy and fingering Terra's while they were cuming. After they both finished the orgasm, I laid down in between them and we all three passed out.



One Night At A Party



I am 34 and my wife, Mary, is 29. She's the sister of a guy I was at college with, and I first met her at his 21st birthday party. She was only sixteen then, but we hit it off right away and we soon started going out together and, just after she turned eighteen, we had sex together.

It wasn't the first time for me, but it was for her, and I'm as sure as I can be that she hasn't had anyone else but me. Or, at least, I was quite sure until six months ago... 

We've been married for just less than 10 years, and we've got two kids – both boys – ages 9 and 7. Mary started teaching again when our younger son went to school when he was five, and we were able to move to a bigger house in a nice neighbourhood.

We have quite a good social life – centred mainly round the tennis club, where we both play. About once a month, there is a party in someone's house, with about the same twelve to fifteen married couples of about our own age turning up.

It's the usual thing – plenty music and drinking and dancing and a certain amount of flirting, but nothing very serious. There's certainly nothing serious as far as I'm concerned – Mary made it quite clear what she would if she caught me even kissing any of the other wives, so my activities in that direction have been restricted to a few lingeringly slow dances when the lights were turned down, with my dancing partner undoubtedly aware of my erection pressing against her, but never mentioning it!

It's not unknown, during these moments, for the girl to put her arms round the man's neck, while he cups his hands round her bottom and both Mary and I have gone that far with other partners, but that's it!

Or, at least it was, until one party late last year – just before Christmas.

It was late, and a slow record was playing for about nine or ten couples to dance to in the dimly-lit lounge. I went into the kitchen to pour myself another drink. The serving-hatch to the lounge was open, and I could see Mary dancing with Billy – a little red-haired lively guy, who certainly has an eye for women.

Mary is actually a little taller than Billy and actually had to drop her head a little on to his shoulder to dance cheek to cheek with him. Her arms were draped across his shoulders, and his hands were, inevitably, clutching her slim hips.

As I watched, I realised that his hands were doing a little more than just clutching. He was gently squeezing and stroking her bottom cheeks, and I was a bit surprised that she was letting him do that. I thought the unwritten rule was that your hands could only stay there if they didn't actually move!

I also realised that, every so often, Billy was pulling the lower half of Mary's body into him – no doubt, to let her feel his hard cock pressing against her. Their feet weren't actually moving much, at all, on the floor – they were practically immobile, just sort of swaying together.

Then one of Billy's hands moved away from Mary's hips and travelled up the front of her body. They were very tightly pressed together, but, to my astonishment, Mary eased her top half slightly away from Billy to let his hand travel upwards and close round the swelling of her left breast in her silk blouse. Then she pressed against him again, trapping his hand between their two bodies.

I glanced round the kitchen to see if anyone else had seen what I had seen, but there were just two other guys there, and they were engrossed in conversation.

I looked back through the hatch. I didn't know what to think – or what to do. I was mad – sure – at Mary's hypocrisy in laying down all these rules for me, then letting some guy grope her tits. But – and I didn't know whether it was because I'd had too much to drink – I was also turned on.

They had actually turned slightly and I could no longer see Billy's hand on Mary's breast, but the thought of him feeling it was making my mouth dry – and my cock hard! I had been feeling Mary's tits for twelve years now and, although they're nice and round and firm, I realised I'd got used to them and sort of taken them for granted. Now, for the first time, I thought about how another guy would feel, touching them, and it really aroused me.

But I couldn't stand there any longer, spying through the hatch and, on an impulse, I picked up my beer glass and went out the back door into the garden. I stood by a rose bush and took a long drink. My hands were shaking and my mind was in turmoil. I kept seeing Billy's hand reaching up and closing over Mary's breast and I kept trying to subdue the excitement the memory gave me.

I must have stayed out there about five minutes before I realised that part of the reason I was still shaking was that it was cold, and I turned to go back inside. At that moment, Billy came out the back door and cupped his hands, to light a cigarette. He looked up and saw me.

"Hi, Charlie," he said, cheerfully. "Good party, huh?" Then he saw my glass and said – "Oh, let's have some of that. It's warm work, all that dancing!"

I knew I had to say something now, or I never would.

"I saw you – and Mary – in there, just now," I said, lamely, but then couldn't think how to go on. How do you challenge a guy who's been feeling up your wife? But Billy obviously read into my tone what I wasn't actually saying, and he looked a little embarrassed.

"Oh, yeah," he said. "Look, sorry about that, Charlie – I guess I – we – got a bit carried away."

To my horror, I heard myself say – "Yeah, well, that's O.K., then. As long as it's not ….."

"Oh, no!" said Billy. "No, just one of those party things – you know what it's like. A few drinks – the girl's relaxed and, well, your hands begin to wander."

I laughed, weakly. I knew I was getting this all wrong, but Billy was treating it lightly now, his momentary embarrassment gone, and I felt stupid for taking it seriously.

"Yeah," I laughed, a bit weakly. "I'll have to go back in and try it on with Sheila a bit later."

Sheila is Billy's wife. He laughed. "Be my guest!" he said. "But don't count on getting anywhere – I'm having trouble there these days, myself! Anyway," he added, taking another pull at my beer glass, "Mary's a lot better up top than Sheila. She's got really nice tits, you know, Charlie."

Once again, I was in turmoil. I couldn't believe Billy was talking so calmly about this.

"Look, Billy," I said. "I'm really not too happy about … what happened in there. I happen to think I should be the only one to touch Mary – there – and …" But Billy interrupted me.

"Oh, come on," he said. "It's not that unusual. You're not telling me you haven't fumbled inside a few bras at these parties, surely? How about Linda? Surely you've had a diddle at her floppy puppies?"

"No," I said, but my mind was reeling at Billy's comment about getting "inside a few bras" – was he saying he had felt Mary's naked breasts – her nipples? I cursed silently as I felt my cock stiffen at the thought.

"Look, Billy – maybe it would help if you told me exactly what happened," I said, instinct telling me that Billy would enjoy telling me about it and acknowledging, miserably, to myself that I really wanted to hear.

"Yeah, O.K.," he said, smiling. "Well, we were dancing a slow one – well, O.K. I asked her to dance that one, specially, because... well.. " He shrugged, and carried on.

"Anyway, I put my hands round her waist and she put her hands over my shoulders. So, I pulled her close until we were touching all the way down – you know what I mean!"

I nodded, thinking of Billy's erection pressing against Mary's stomach.

"Well, then I dropped my hands round Mary's hips and she closed her arms round my neck and put her face against mine. I squeezed her bum a little and pressed her against me and she said 'mmmm' and just sort of moved herself against me. I could feel her tits against my chest and so I started to slide a hand off her bum and up to her waist. Then I felt her ease her top half away from mine, but she kept in down below, and I knew I was O.K. for a feel up there. So I slid my hand up until I felt the swelling in her blouse. I put my hand on top of it and Mary closed up again - to try to hide what we were up to, I suppose."

He paused and lit another cigarette. My mouth was as dry as a bone as I listened to him.

"Well, I gave it a few squeezes and tried to feel her nipple through the blouse, and then she whispered to me – 'It fastens at the front'. So I moved my hand over and undid the top buttons of her blouse. Then I felt inside and found the fastening of her bra, and undid it. And then – well – I slipped my hand inside and eased under her bra-cup until her bare breast was in my hand. She said 'mmmm' again and I took her nipple between my fingers and tickled the end of it. Then the music stopped and – well, that was it."

He looked at me. "Have you really never copped a feel of a bare tit at one of these, Charlie?"

I shook my head. Actually, the revelation that, after I had stopped watching, Billy had felt my wife's naked breast and nipple, had made me practically incapable of speech. 

"It's not such a big deal," he said. "I mean, I'm sorry you saw me with Mary, but that's just one of those things. To be perfectly honest, I can think of six or seven girls here to-night that I've done much the same thing with in the last year – and I'm not the only one! Tom's probably done even better than me – mind you, he hasn't felt as many tits as his wife's had men feeling hers!"

"Was that the first time – with you and Mary?" I asked suddenly. The question took Billy by surprise – and he was too surprised to lie. He shook his head.

"No, we've done that a couple of times before – but no more than that," he added, hastily.

"Has it gone further – with anybody?" I asked, and Billy chuckled. 

"Are you looking for a few tips?" he said.

"No!" I replied. "It's just – well, I had no idea …"

Billy looked at me a bit strangely.

"Well, a couple of times it has – gone a bit further, I mean. Last New Year, I managed to finger Nicola's pussy while we were dancing – inside her panties. Man, that was good, but she was pretty drunk and she's kept away from me since. And I've slipped a finger inside Linda once or twice."

"What about Sheila?" I said. "Don't you worry about someone feeling her up?"

"Not really," he said. "I don't actually know, for sure, that anyone has, but I wouldn't be surprised. She dances as close as any of the other girls and some of the guys are bound to have tried. As a matter of fact, it turns me on a little, thinking about some guy getting a hard-on with Sheila's tits in his hands. Tell you what – if you get anywhere with her, tell me about it!"

"So, do the guys talk about it, then?" I pressed, curious.

"Yeah," Billy said. "Only, they only talk about the times with girls whose husbands aren't around at the time they're talking – if you know what I mean!"

"So what do they say about Mary, then?" I had to ask – and Billy knew I was going to.

"Man," he said. "I don't know. You know what guys are like – you don't know who you can believe! I'll tell you this – they all want a feel of her tits."

"Do any of them say they've – had one – a feel, I mean?"

"Yeah – one or two, but, like I say, they may be just dreamin'"

"But what have you heard?" I insisted.

"Well, Tom has – and I know 'cause I seen him."

"When?"

"Last summer – at the beach barbecue. Me and him chased Mary and Beverley into the trees and, well, we horsed around a little and eventually got their tops off and ….. "

At this point I interrupted him. 

"Listen," I said. "Let's go and get ourselves another beer and sit down at that table over there. I want you to tell me exactly what happened."

He looked a bit dubious, but he came with me back into the house and we picked up a couple of cans and settled down in a dark corner at the bottom of the garden. The night had turned milder and it wasn't the cold that was making me tremble now – it was anticipation! I wanted every last detail of how Tom and Billy had uncovered my wife's breasts – and what else?

"Listen," said Billy, as we settled down opposite each other at the rustic wooden table. "I'm sorry if I upset you, Charlie. You're a good mate, and …. "

"Hey, it's OK, man," I said. "I'm not mad. I just want to know – what happened."

Billy looked up into my eyes and I thought I detected a flash of understanding. I dropped my eyes and took a mouthful of beer.

"Well," Billy said. "It was quite late on, and the four of us were just sharing a few beers and talking. We were a little away from the rest of you – up at the top of the beach, near the trees. Well, I said something a bit cheeky to Beverley and she flipped her can at me and some beer came out and hit me on the face. I jumped up and she must have thought I was coming for her, cause she ran away, laughing, towards the trees. Well, I chased her and the other two – Tom and Mary – chased after us."

"We were all pretty drunk – I remember we were staggering a bit. Beverley didn't run too far. She eventually collapsed on the sand, laughing, and I just fell down beside her. I must admit it crossed my mind that something might happen if I fell down beside her – or on top of her! Well, anyway, I don't remember too clearly how it happened, but the next thing I knew I was sitting on her stomach and she was on her back, looking up at me."

"Well, I grabbed her hands and forced them back behind her head, then leant forward and kissed her on the mouth. She didn't resist. She stopped struggling and returned my kiss and, after a few seconds, I moved my hands and put them on her tits and squeezed them through her t-shirt. She lifted her hands up and put them round my neck, so I thought – why not?"

"So I slipped my hands under her t-shirt and felt them through her bra and, when she still didn't resist, I pushed her bra up over them and – well, there they were, in my hands! I hadn't felt Beverley's tits before and they felt real nice – big and soft, with little hard nipples. Her nipples were really hard."

"Well, now I wanted to see them, so I took my mouth away from hers so that I could have a look. But, before I lifted her t-shirt, I turned round to see where Tom and Mary were. They were standing just behind my right shoulder – Mary in front, with Tom behind. He had his arms round her and his hands were on her tits – her breasts – on top of her t-shirt, with her hands on top of his. She was leaning back into him and squeezing his hands as they squeezed her tits."

My breathing stopped as my mind's eye pictured Mary – my Mary - standing in front of big quiet Tom, his hands fondling and caressing her breasts. Billy went on.

"I turned back to Beverley and lifted her t-shirt up to her shoulders so I could see her bare tits – and she put her hands up and started touching them – you know, fondling them and teasing her nipples. She had her eyes shut, and she was moaning quietly. I put my own hands down and started touching her nipples, too, then turned to see what Tom was doing."

"Mary still had her hands over her breasts, but Tom had the back of her t-shirt up and he was obviously unclipping her bra, then his hands slid round the front again and I could see their shape under Mary's t-shirt as they slipped over her tits."

"Actually, I was a bit jealous, then – sorry, Charlie! – because I hadn't ever seen Mary's tits and, given the choice, I'd rather see hers than Beverley's any day. But, anyway, I needn't have worried, because Tom didn't hang about feeling her tits under her shirt – he pulled her t-shirt and bra right over her head, so she was naked from the waist up."

I couldn't help it. "Mary?" I exclaimed. "Mary was?"

Billy grinned. "Yep," he said. "Standing there – tits full out – with Tom fondling these big brown nipples. You should've seen it, Charlie – you'd have been proud of her."

My cock was painfully erect as I visualised the scene. It was hard to credit. I had no idea that Mary could be so – brazen. Allowing her naked breasts to be exposed like that – but there was no doubt in my mind that Billy was telling the truth.

"What happened then?" I practically croaked.

"Well," Billy continued. "I followed Tom's example. I stripped Beverley above the waist and then got her to her feet. I kissed her and felt her tits for a bit, but then I managed a swap, so that I got a turn with Mary and Tom had Bev."

At that, for some reason, I felt angry at Billy for manipulating things so that he got his turn to feel my wife's tits, but I said nothing.

Billy hesitated for a moment, then went on – "She enjoys having her nipples kissed, doesn't she, Charlie?"

"Oh, Jesus," I said. "Does she not?" Anger momentarily gone, I visualised Billy bending down and taking Mary's engorged nipple into his mouth – I saw her head fall back in ecstasy and heard her low moan of pleasure. Would Billy have known that this was the moment to slip a hand between her thighs and slide a finger between her slippery, engorged vaginal lips?

"Now, don't get me wrong," said Billy. "She didn't let either of us inside her panties but, well, when I felt her reaction to my mouth on her nipple, I put a hand down between her legs and I could feel the dampness on her beach shorts. She didn't stop me pushing my fingers against her shorts but, when I tried to slip them inside, she put her hand down and stopped me."

"Did she touch … you?" I managed to ask, not knowing what I wanted his answer to be.

Billy shook his head.

"No," he said. "As a matter of fact, that was the end of it. Tony came looking for Beverley and we had about two seconds to sort ourselves out and pretend to be just horsing around. I don't think Tony was fooled, though – did he never say anything to you about it?"

"No," I said, truthfully.

We lapsed into silence for a few seconds, then Billy said – "You know what I said about getting turned on by some guy feeling Sheila's tits on the quiet?"

"Yeah," I said, wondering what he was leading up to.

"Well, I guess you're a little the same, aren't you, Charlie?"

"No way!" I denied, hotly, but he held up his hand.

"Hey!" he said. "It's cool – I was just going to say – well, next time you and Mary get it on, you think about it, and see if it turns you on, then."

"What for?" I asked, genuinely puzzled. 

He laughed, a little sheepishly.

"Well, listen," he said, "but this is only between you and me, right?"

"Right," I said.

"Well, one night, while I was, you know, feeling up Sheila's tits, in bed, I said something to her about other guys trying to cop a feel, and she started telling me about one time when three guys at her school cornered her in a cloakroom and stripped her to the waist and played with her tits. She was squealing and protesting, but there was no-one else around and two of them held her while the other one pulled off her top clothes, then they all had a feel of her tits."

"Well, until then I had been the model husband – you know, pretending my wife never had a sex life before me – but this story really gave me a hard-on and, after that, well, I kept at her to tell me about more things that had happened – and I found it really turned me on!"

"But the real big surprise was when I found out that the biggest turn-on was her telling me about things that have happened since we've been together – that was even better! Me knowing that some guy I knew had felt her up, and he didn't know that I knew! I don't know why it is but I tell you, Charlie, hearing about that gives me a bigger blast than anything – even copping a feel myself!"

By now, I was really uncomfortable. I was trying to imagine Mary telling me about how Billy and Tom had played with her exposed tits last summer – and my cock was like a piece of iron!

"You enjoyed me telling you about me and Mary, didn't you, Charlie?" said Billy, levelly.




One Night At A Party...Ch. 1



One Night At A Party (The True Conclusion - Chapter 1)

When I woke, it was with that instant realisation that comes to you, sometimes, in the instant of waking, that you've made a complete idiot of yourself, and you've got a lot of ground to cover before you get back to where you started...

The events of last night came back to me, in a rush, and I felt a hot flush of embarrassment wash over me. I turned my head and breathed a silent sigh of relief when I saw that Mary was not beside me.

It had been a mistake – a huge mistake – to start on the whisky, after my chat with Billy. What was it they said – "increases the desire – kills the performance"?

When I had pursued Mary into the house, after her unwitting exposure to the dog walker, she had been standing, stripped to the waist, in the hall, flushed and expectant, her eyes bright, lips parted, breasts cupped in her hands, nipples erect...

I, too, had been erect – very erect. I think I had had a hard-on since my first sight of Billy dancing with Mary, more than two hours ago. I kissed Mary very hard on the mouth, my hands pushing hers aside as I grabbed her breasts. I pushed her back against the wall and lifted her short skirt. My hand plunged between her thighs – her panties were soaking and my fingers pushed the yielding material into her slit.

The underside of my cock was pressed against her thigh, and I rubbed it against her. Then she moaned – and, instantly, I had a mental picture of Billy feeling her aroused moistness last summer. Had she moaned this way then? If she had – the thought was the final trigger for me!

Too late, I leapt back. The eruption had started, and there was no way it was stopping, now. I bent over, clutching my pulsating cock, through my trousers, and groaned, helplessly, as the darkening stain of spreading semen spread over the front of my tan slacks.

I looked up and met Mary's eyes. I couldn't read her expression – a mixture of disappointment, sympathy and frustration, I thought, but probably, mainly, frustration. In these few post-ejaculatory moments of sexual indifference, I didn't even notice her naked breasts...

In any case, it was then that another tragedy struck, as the after-effects of the whisky and two hours of constant arousal caught up with me, and another eruption heralded its imminent arrival – this time, from my stomach!

I rushed to the bathroom, but didn't quite make it as far as the toilet before nature took its course...

It didn't take long for my stomach to void itself on the bathroom floor, and I didn't feel too bad, once it had done so. I was splashing cold water on my face, when there was a knock on the bathroom door.

"Are you OK?" Her voice was neutral.

"Yes, thanks," I replied. "I'm – sorry, Mary."

"Yes. Well, I'm off to bed."

I listened to her departing footsteps and waited until the bedroom closed before I went to the kitchen, to get a bucket and cloths to clear up the bathroom. I made sure it was done properly, then took off all my clothes and rinsed them through before putting them in the washing-basket.

Then I cleaned my teeth, vigorously, and decided to have a shower. It was while the water was cascading down on me that my thoughts returned to the night's events, and disclosures, and my cock began to stiffen again. Perhaps, Mary would still be awake, and I might still be able to rescue the position...

I towelled myself dry, then, tentatively, opened the bedroom door. I could see Mary's head on the pillow, her body curled up on its left side, in her usual foetal sleeping position. I slipped in behind her, shivering a little as my naked body made contact with the cold sheets on my side of the bed. I moved against her, and felt the unwelcoming feel of warm pyjamas against my bare chest and legs.

In the complex game that is marriage, there are some signals that are instantly recognisable, and my hopes died. I turned away from Mary, and tried to compose myself for sleep...

But sleep would not come. My mind was assailed with images of Billy's hand unfastening the front of Mary's bra and sliding over her breast, toying with her engorged nipple. I thought about Billy's invitation to 'cop a feel' of Sheila's tits, but it didn't compare.

Then, I thought about fondling Billy's wife's breasts, while he did it to Mary, in the same room, with me watching... My hand slid down to grip my swelling penis.

What if they had turned up, tonight, just as Mary and I were... I began to fantasise about inviting them in, reluctantly, for a drink, and finding out that Billy had told Sheila about his adventures with Mary, and his conversation with me. Somehow, the conversation would lead to Billy exposing Sheila's breasts, then me doing the same to Mary. Then, I would start feeling Sheila up, and Billy would do the same to Mary – and I would watch!

I don't know when the fantasy turned into a dream – or if it ever did. Somehow, it led me into unconsciousness, and sleep – and the inevitable return, this morning, to wakefulness, and apprehension.

My first thought, that my fantasy had actually happened, was the worst one, and the relief when I realised that Billy and Sheila were not in the guest bedroom, with the inevitable huge embarrassment of 'the morning after', was enormous.

But the reality – my premature ejaculation, and subsequent violent sickness – was not a whole lot better. I could hear Mary moving about the house, now, and I dragged myself out of bed to try to smooth things over with her.

In the event, it turned out OK. She was pleased that I hadn't left a mess in the bathroom, and the disastrous end to our sexual encounter wasn't mentioned. Just before lunchtime, the boys returned from their grandparents, and things returned to normal. I did a few odd jobs around the house, then we had our Sunday dinner, then watched TV for a couple of hours before the kids went to bed. They had been allowed to stay up late the previous night, so it was only a matter of minutes before Mary was able to confirm that they were both fast asleep.

I settled down to watch a historical drama on the box, while Mary, I thought, went into the kitchen. After about five minutes, suddenly the screen went black.

I looked up, and Mary was standing by the lounge door, completely naked above the waist, the TV remote control dropping from her hand. She smiled at me.

"A bit of unfinished business, Charlie," she announced, in the silence which followed the TV switch-off.

Her left hand was stretched upwards, holding the doorjamb, while her right was cupped under one of her breasts, holding her nipple between finger and thumb. She had a wicked grin on her face. This wasn't like her – she wasn't usually blatant about sex, and left it to me to do most of the running.

It was a big turn-on for me and I guess it showed on my face as I half-rose, then sank back down, in my chair.

"I've got nice tits, Charlie, haven't I?" she breathed, tweaking her nipple. I resisted the temptation to go over and fondle them. I wanted to watch this. I had never seen Mary like this before and it was quite breathtaking.

"Oh, yes," I said, trying to keep the quiver out of my voice.

"They were the best tits at the party last night, weren't they? They've got a bit bigger since I had the kids, but they're still just as firm – and my nipples are longer."

"They're beautiful, Mary," I said. "Easily the best pair of tits at the party."

For me, saying the word "tits", outside the bedroom, was erotic in itself – and to hear Mary say it was even more so.

She now had them cupped in both hands, looking down at them.

"Who's got the next best ones, Charlie?" she said, without raising her head. "Do you like Beverley's?"

I remembered Beverley had been the other girl who got her tits felt at the beach.

"Yeah," I said. "They're OK. But they're not as good as yours."

"Have you had a feel, Charlie? Have you seen them – bare – like this?"

"No," I said.

"Do you wish you had?"

I shrugged. I didn't know the 'right' answer. I didn't want to spoil the mood.

"Some of the boys have," she murmured, and now she glanced back to my face.

I stood up, and moved towards her, but didn't touch her.

"How do you know?" I asked.

"She told me - Beverley."

"Who?" I asked. "Who's felt them?"

"Oh, Tom, and Alan, and... " she hesitated, then "... Billy."

I knew she was now skating on thin ice, and she knew it, too – but she didn't know that I knew!

"How do you know she was telling the truth?" I asked.

She held out her arms and I went to her and kissed her. As I did so, she reached out and switched off the lights. There was enough moonlight to see by. We moved, together into the room. We sat down on the settee.

I took her in my arms and cupped one of her breasts in my hand. I nuzzled her neck and repeated my question.

"I saw her – with Tom and Billy last summer," she said, hesitantly, in a low voice. "That barbecue we had, in August, on the beach. Beverley threw some beer out of a can at them and they chased her up the beach, into the trees. I ran after them, but they didn't see me. By the time I caught them, Beverley's swimsuit top was down to her waist and they were both feeling her breasts and kissing her. She squealed a bit at first, but they knew she didn't mean it. She was enjoying it... "

"Was that as far as they went?" I asked, my cock rock-hard, hearing this 'edited' version of what I knew had really gone on.

"I think Tom was touching her – down there, outside her swimsuit – as well, but then they heard Tony calling for Beverley and the boys disappeared and I pretended to find Beverley just before Tony did – and I talked to her about it when we got back to the fire!"

"Well," I said. "That's a surprise!" 

I didn't sound very convincing, not even to myself, but Mary didn't seem to notice.

"She had had quite a lot to drink," she said.

"Well, OK," I said "but two of them!"

Mary didn't say anything. I wondered what she was thinking. If she thought I was about to slag Beverley off, she might go silent on me. I had to stop her thinking that way.

"I wish I'd seen it," I said. "What did you feel like – watching?"

"It was really pretty – sexy," Mary said, after a second's hesitation, her voice low and breathy. I squeezed her breast, then put my other hand on the other one. Her nipples were rigid.

"Did they feel her breasts at the same time – I mean, Billy feeling one, while Tom felt the other?"

"Yes," whispered Mary. "That was when Tom was touching her between her legs, as well. I think, if Tony hadn't turned up... well, I don't know."

"You mean – they might have... gone further?"

"She was pretty far gone," said Mary, dreamily. "She'd have let Billy put his hand inside her shorts – I'm sure of that."

"Billy?" I said. "I thought it was Tom who … "

"Oh, yes, Tom," she said. "She told me later she would have let him... "

She trailed off. I didn't mention the "shorts" bit – she had already said Beverley was wearing a swimsuit. Billy had said Mary was wearing shorts and, anyway, I could remember, now, what both girls had been wearing. Mary had been the one in shorts – and she had wanted Billy's hand in there, sliding into her aroused vagina … Fucking hell! The thought of it nearly stopped my breathing altogether. I squeezed her tits and kissed her hard on the mouth.

"How did you feel – watching?" I asked, hoarsely.

"Ohhhhh," she said. "It was... " Her voice trailed away. I trailed my thumbs over her nipples.

"Did you wish it was you – with a different man's hand on each of your tits?"

"No!" she said, automatically, then "no – not... not like that... exactly."

"But you were turned on – watching?"

"Yes," Mary whispered.

"So you must have wondered – part of you – what it felt like. What Beverley was feeling – her tits exposed to two men – having them felt and fondled – then feeling a hand between her legs."

I moved a hand down to Mary's knee and slid it up her thigh.

"What a pity you've only got two hands," she laughed, a bit shakily. I took a deep breath and asked the question I'd been nerving myself to ask for the last ten minutes.

"Did you ever have two guys feel you at the same time?" then, hurriedly, "like – before we met, or something... "

I knew I had put the question badly. I felt her tense up.

"You've never asked me that sort of question before," she said. "We've never talked about what happened before we met."

"No," I agreed.

"Why are you asking me now, then?" she said. She had moved away a little and was leaning back against the settee. My hand was still up her dress, but her breasts were now out of reach.

"I don't know," I answered, weakly. She looked at me for a moment or two, then smiled – a little nervously – and put her hand on top of mine, at the top of her thigh.

"I have got nice tits, haven't I?" she said, again. I pushed my fingers against the damp gusset of her panties, and reached my other up to cup her breast again.

"You've got great tits," I said. "All the other guys are jealous of me." 

She smiled, again.

"So you wouldn't have expected me not to have had – a few adventures – before we met?" 

I shook my head.

"You know Alan – my cousin?"

Of course I did. He had been at our wedding and I saw him regularly at other family get-togethers. He was a year or two younger than me, an accountant, married, with four or five kids. We got on well. I nodded.

"Well, he... ," she stopped. "Oh, this is difficult, Charlie – we've never talked about this before."

"Go on," I said, my cock rising in anticipation. "Was he – the first?"

"Yes," she said. "We were staying at his house, one summer, during the holidays. We were in his bedroom, listening to records, and he asked me to – let him see them."

"What – just like that?" I said.

"Yes," said Mary. "We went to stay with them for a week every summer and it was during the last winter that they had really grown. As soon as we arrived, I could tell that Alan was different – he treated me differently – more like his equal. I couldn't understand it, but I had always sort of hero-worshipped him, because he was two years older than me, so I was delighted."

"Well, one day, it was raining and we went up to Alan's bedroom to listen to his records. He was very quiet that afternoon and I thought I had done something to upset him – then, suddenly, he asked me if I would do him a favour!"

"I asked what it was and he went very red and quiet again, and I got really worried. I thought he must be in some awful trouble. I remember thinking he might have been caught shoplifting, or something, and I couldn't see what I could do to help. And then, suddenly, he asked me if I would let him see me 'stripped to the waist'. Those were the words he used and I can never hear them now without remembering that afternoon. The rain battering against the window, and my tummy turning over. I can feel it now!"

"I felt terrible. I didn't want to do it – but only because I thought he might not like them when he saw them. Well, also because I had never done anything like that before, and I was scared we might get into trouble, but then I looked at him and he was like a little dog, looking up to see if I would give him a treat."

"So I stood up and turned away from him and tugged my t-shirt over my head. I was looking at that little window. The rain was streaming down the panes. I held my t-shirt for a moment, then dropped it on the floor, then, pretending to myself I was alone and just changing for bed, or something, I unfastened my brassiere and pulled it off. I held it in my hands, but I dropped my hands to my sides, then I forced myself to turn round."

"He looked at them for ages and I thought he didn't like them and I was just about to cover them with my hands, and my bra, when he said – 'They're really lovely, Mary – really, really lovely.' Then he stood up and put his arms round me and hugged me. He wasn't wearing a shirt and I could feel my breasts pressing against his chest, then he moved back a little and put his hand up and touched one of them."

"Then – then, somehow, we were on his bed and he was kissing me and his hands were all over my bare breasts, and he kept saying 'thank you, they're really beautiful'."

"Did you do any more?" I asked.

"No," she said. "Oh, I could feel his erection pressing against me while we were kissing, and I enjoyed that, but I wouldn't have dreamed of touching it, and I don't think he expected me to. I think it was the first time for him, as well – touching a girl's breasts, I mean, and seeing them – and he certainly didn't try to touch me anywhere else. But he wouldn't leave my tits alone – not that I wanted him to!"

"How long were you up there?"

"I'm not sure," she said. "Well over an hour – maybe even two. Time just seemed to slip by, then we were called down for tea."

"Did you do it again?"

"Once – the next day. We went home the day after that. And it wasn't so good the second time. It was a nice day and we didn't really have an excuse for staying in. So we had to go to the beach with the others but, halfway there, Alan pretended he had forgotten something and I went back to the house with him to get it. As soon as we got inside, he grabbed me and undid my bra in the hall. Then he pushed me against the wall while he felt my tits. It was all very – rushed – and then he tried to feel between my legs and I got frightened and pushed him away. And we had a bit of an argument and I ran out of the house. And, the next day, we went home."

She looked up at me, her eyes a little fearful of my reaction. At that moment, I loved her more than ever. I kissed her mouth, gently, and squeezed her breast. When I moved my mouth away, she was much more relaxed, and we settled together on the settee.

I wanted to hear about Mary's sexual history before she met me – but, even more, I wanted to know about her more immediate past.

"Why did you want to know if I'd felt Beverley's tits?" I asked, after a moment. "Did you think I had?"

"No," she murmured, with a smile. "I just – wondered."

"What if I had?" I wanted to know.

"I don't know," she said. "Quite a lot of that – goes on – and I – just wondered."

I had to get her to admit to something, herself, without frightening her off.

"I've been – tempted," I said. "Haven't you?"

"What? At parties – and things?"

"Yes," I answered. "During slow dances – when you're close to someone, and... "

She laughed a little and slid her hand onto the uncomfortable bulge in my trousers. I leaned down and lightly kissed her nipple. It was very hard.

"Do you – get like that?" Her hand closed round my cock, and squeezed.

"Sometimes," I confessed.

"Who with?"

"Well, Beverley, and Nicola, and Anna …. "

"Can they feel it?"

"Can you?" I encountered, seeing my opportunity, at last.

"Oh, yes," she breathed, her grip on my erection tightening again.

"Where?"

"On my tummy."

"Who?" 

My mouth dried as I anticipated her answer.

"Can we go to bed, now?" she whispered... 

For some reason, Mary kept her panties on as we slipped under the duvet, so I didn't take off my shorts. We left the curtains open, and the moonlight streamed across the room.

For a few moments, we lay together, hugging each other, as the first chill wore off. My hands caressed her shoulders and back. Her breasts were squashed into my chest. My right hand reached down and cupped her bottom. I pulled her against me.

"That's what they do, when they're dancing." Her voice was low, sexy. "They hold my bum, the pull me into them – onto their cocks."

"Who does it?" I asked.

"All of them." 

She was still playing safe.

"Do you enjoy it?"

"I do – sometimes."

"Who do you enjoy it with?"

"It depends – how I feel, as much as who it is."




One Night At A Party...Ch. 1



I tried to keep calm. I had to ask the right questions.

"Did it – happen – last night?"

A short silence, then – almost inaudibly – "Yes."

"Who with?

"You mean – who did I enjoy it with?"

"Yes."

Another pause, then a whispered – "Billy."

At last. But how to proceed?

"Tell me about it."

She sounded a little surprised.

"Well – it was the usual. We were dancing – a slow one – and he had his hands round my bottom, and I could feel him, pressing against my tummy."

"You mean – you could feel his cock?"

She breathed in, a little sharply, then – "Yes. I could feel his cock – the shape of it – pressing against me."

"And was it hard?"

"Yes." This, too, in a whisper.

I pressed my groin against her, cupping both hands round her panty-covered cheeks.

"Like that?" I breathed.

"Yes."

I thought, as I moved gently against her, enjoying the feel of her belly yielding against my erection.

"Did it make you wet?" I asked her, after a few seconds.

"Oh, yes," Mary breathed – and her hand snaked down to touch me.

"Did you do that to Billy?"

I felt her head shake, slowly.

"No," she breathed.

"Did you want to?"

She answered with a question of her own.

"Do you wish I had?"

I hesitated, then it was my turn to whisper.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I don't know."

We fell silent.

"It excites me," I said, eventually.

"Me – feeling Billy's cock?"

"Yes. You didn't say if you wanted to."

"I did – want to."

Mary's hand slipped up and down my length, the material of my shorts – now slippery with pre-ejaculation fluid – sliding in tandem with her fingers.

"Stop that!" I rasped, urgently, as I felt the banked flames begin to roar, and she withdrew, with a shaky giggle.

I took several deep breaths, then slid a hand off Mary's hips and insinuated it between us, to feel the soft swell of the underside of her breast. Her breathing quickened and I thought I felt her body tense, a little. She was beginning to anticipate my questions, I thought – but that didn't mean I could guess her replies, in advance.

The different ways of wording it coursed through my mind. Should I revert to men, in general, or stay with Billy, and last night? My hand covered her whole breast, and I squeezed it.

"Best tits at the party," I breathed, in Mary's ear.

"Thank you, sir," she replied, and, although I couldn't see it, I knew the smile which accompanied the acceptance of the compliment. I took a – silent – deep breath.

"Did – Billy not try to – feel them, when you were dancing?" 

The question was out. My heart stopped as I awaited Mary's response. As always, she took me by surprise – caught me off guard.

"Of course!" she answered. "He always does!"

I thought – fast, but not fast enough.

"Don't you ever try – that?" added Mary, her lips planting little kisses under my chin.

Again, I was wrong-footed. What to answer? I actually hadn't, but, if I said so, I would reduce the chance of Mary 'confessing', which was what I wanted. I settled for the female tactic of responding with another question.

"Why – do most of them? The men, I mean."

"Some," she answered.

"How about Billy – what did he try to do?"

"What you're doing – now."

"How did he start?"

Mary took a deep breath. It sounded a little shaky, and I thrilled as I thought she might, at last, be about to tell me.

"While we were dancing – like that – he slid his hand up between us and squeezed me – there."

"He squeezed your – breast?"

"Yes."

"Did you – like it?"

"Yes" – her answer was back to a whisper.

"What did you do?"

"I pulled myself closer to him – so that no-one could see."

My hand was massaging her breast, lovingly.

"And he kept on – feeling you?"

"Yes."

"And what...?"

"Billy undid one or two buttons on my blouse," Mary interrupted. No mention that it had been at Mary's suggestion, but I didn't want to stop the flow.

"And what then?" I breathed, hoarsely.

"Then he slipped his hand inside it and put it on my bra."

I gave Mary's breast another squeeze, and she shuddered, a little.

"Then," she went on "he unclipped the front of my bra and – and started touching my bare breast."

"Jesus!" I moaned, my cock like a rock against Mary's thigh.

"He took it in his hand and felt my nipple. He rolled it between his finger and thumb – it was very hard, and I was very wet! I could feel his cock pressing hard against me, Charlie, and – and - I wanted to fuck him. I wanted him to take me outside and stand me up against the wall of the house and fuck me!"

"I wish you had!" I panted. "Oh, I wish you had! I can just see you – your skirt up round your waist, your panties abandoned on the ground, and Billy spreading your legs and slipping his hard cock into your wet, warm cunt!"

Mary's fingers were now unashamedly rubbing against her clitoris, her breathing gasping and ragged, her words indistinct, rushed.

"Do you, Charlie?" she gasped. "Do you wish I'd let him take me outside to play with my naked tits – like he wanted to – then put his hand up my skirt to feel my wet cunt, and pull my knickers off, then force my legs apart so that he could push his long hard cock inside mmmmmmeeeeeeeEEEEEE!!"

Mary's final word was drawn out into a long wail of ecstasy as her body shuddered uncontrollably under the assault of a volcanic orgasm, and starshells exploded inside my head as my own climax tipped over the edge and torrents of semen spurted out over Mary's twitching thighs ….

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(A word of apology, and explanation. My first "Conclusion" was written in response to several requests, but I was never happy with it – and nor was the great Literotica readership, judging by the numbers of votes cast for it. So, with the magic of hindsight, this is the first part of an 'alternative' conclusion – I hope you like it. Part two coming up soon.

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One Night At A Party (Conclusion)



As Mary raced, coat flapping behind her, towards the back gate, I took off after her. I caught her as she was trying to flick up the latch on the gate, and grabbed her wrists. I pulled her arms wide apart. There was a street lamp on the other side of the lane and, in its soft yellow light, Mary's naked tits were clearly visible, her nipples dark organ stops on the twin mounds of firm flesh.

"Charlie!" she whispered, urgently, protestingly. "Stop that – somebody'll see!"

"Like that lucky old sod with his dog?" I laughed, but then I threw my arms round her and hugged her, fiercely. We kissed, long and deep, then I pushed the gate open and we went up the short path to the back door, my left arm round her shoulders, my right hand, naturally, playing with her exposed breasts.

I desperately wanted to get her into the empty house, and to get the rest of her clothes off. And, deep down, although I wasn't really admitting it to myself yet, I wanted to get her to talk about what had happened with Billy – tonight, and at the beach barbecue last summer. Again, my mouth dried, and my balls tightened, as I thought about Billy – and Tom – uncovering Mary's tits, and feeling them ...

Mary opened the back door, and we groped our way through the darkened kitchen. Mary clicked on the light in the hall and, with one movement, shrugged her coat, blouse and bra off her shoulders. They fell in a heap on the parquet floor and Mary slid her hands up the front of her body and cupped her breasts, offering them to me.

"Is this what you want, Charlie?" A smile danced across her lips, but it was as lascivious as it was amused. Her tongue peeped out from between her teeth, wetting her lips. Her thighs, in her tight short skirt, were clamped together, and I imagined the moist dampness seeping into her panties. Inevitably, I thought to myself that this wasn't the first time she had been wet 'down there' tonight, and I wondered if, when my lips teased her tight, hard nipples, she would be imagining Billy's mouth – Billy's tongue ...

Like a moth to the flame, I was advancing on Mary, hands outstretched to accept her offered breasts, when the flash of headlamps illuminated the glass-panelled front door. I stopped dead. It had to be somebody coming up our drive.

"Who the hell's that?" I exclaimed, and a look of almost comic distress appeared on Mary's face.

"Oh, shit!" she said, bending to grab her clothes off the floor. "It's Sheila and Billy – I asked them round for a drink – I'm sorry, Charlie ... "

By now, she was halfway up the stairs.

"You let them in, while I get decent – please, Charlie!" – and the bathroom door slammed shut!

I couldn't remember the last time I was so disappointed – and frustrated. I was actually shaking with a mixture of desire and rage and disappointment when there was a soft knock at the door. Trying to compose myself, I went to answer it.

"Hi, Charlie," said Sheila, breezily, as I opened the door. I tried to smile as she stepped past me into the hall, but without much success. Billy looked a little ill-at-ease as he followed her – perhaps not too surprising, in view of our earlier conversation.

I helped Sheila take her coat off and, as she shrugged herself out of it, I couldn't help glancing at the small bulges in her red blouse. They certainly didn't look like "floppy puppies" to me, I thought, sourly – more like hibernating hamsters! I knew that, whatever happened now, I had 'lost the moment' with Mary and, even if we did fuck after Billy and Sheila had gone, it wouldn't be as good as it had been going to be, two minutes ago.

Mary came tripping down the stairs, fully dressed – and looking, I thought, utterly fuckable!

"Hi, Sheila! Hi, Billy!" she sang out. "We're just back – good party, wasn't it?"

She led the way into the lounge and I uncorked a bottle of wine. Sheila said she was driving, and I poured her a soft drink. Billy and I sat on armchairs either side of the coal-effect gas fire, while the girls sat together on the settee. The girls did most of the talking, while Billy and I seemed to want to avoid each other's eyes.

It was strange how our conversation was affecting me, now – now that Billy and Mary were in the same room. It was as though I could read Billy's mind and whereas, two hours ago, I might have caught him glancing at her and assumed he was thinking - 'I wonder what Mary's tits look like under that blouse' – I could now imagine his thoughts, remembering, not only the feel, but the sight, of her naked breasts in his hands. Part of me was angry at the thought – but another, darker, part was most definitely aroused.

In an attempt to distract myself, I sneaked another glance at Sheila, and tried to visualise her little breasts, uncovered. Billy had admitted that she had had them felt by other men – probably one or two that I knew. I wondered who they were – probably Tom, I thought, and maybe Alvin. She always spent a bit of time with Alvin at these parties.

My erection, which had subsided, was beginning to stir again. Sheila wasn't bad-looking, I thought. She was a bit on the skinny side for my tastes, but she had a nice wide mouth and, like most men, I do have a 'thing' about blondes. Her legs were shapely – her calves slim, but the thighs which were partially revealed by her short skirt were lean and strong. I imagined them wrapped round my waist ...

My glass was empty and I stood up to fetch the bottle. I took it over to Mary and she held out her glass. As I finished pouring, I caught Sheila's eye.

"Well, Charlie," she said, quietly. "What do you think, now you've had a chance to think it over?"

I stood stock still, my mind racing. Behind me, I could feel Billy tense up. I looked down at Mary – she was staring at Sheila, in genuine puzzlement.

When no-one else said anything, it was Mary who spoke.

"Think what over?" she said, her voice curious, but not concerned.

Sheila draped an arm affectionately around Mary's shoulders.

"Billy told Charlie about you letting him feel your tits tonight. And then he told me – sorry!" she said.

Mary looked up at me with such a tragic expression that I had to sit on the arm of the settee and put a hand on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry," I said – although I couldn't think what I was apologising for. "I was going to talk to you about it later."

"No, I'm sorry, Charlie," she said. "It was … just ... " her voice trailed away, and she glanced at Billy. Sheila got up and went over to Billy, sitting on his lap, her left arm draped round his neck. I slid down beside Mary. I put my arm round her shoulders. I lifted her chin and kissed her mouth.

"Look," I said to her, softly. "It's OK. Billy and I had a talk and - well, we sorted it out. I understand. I ... "

I ran out of words – I couldn't tell her what I really thought – not with Billy and Sheila there. Then I saw Mary's eyes widen as she looked across the room, and I followed her gaze. Sheila's head was down, kissing Billy – and his hand was inside her red blouse. It only had two front buttons undone, but I could see enough to tell Sheila wasn't wearing a bra and Billy's hand was slowly caressing her left breast.

Sheila lifted her head, and grinned at Mary. "Come on, Mary," she said. "It won't be the first time we've had our tits felt in the same room!"

Suddenly, Mary pulled my head towards her and she kissed me, fiercely, her tongue forcing its way through my lips. Grabbing my wrist, she pulled my hand up and onto her breast. Her lips mashed against mine and her breathing was wild and jerky. Her hands were busy at the buttons of her blouse and, when they were free, she reached up her back to fiddle with her bra-strap.

But I was ahead of her. My cock like a pole, I remembered what she had forgotten – and snapped open her front-fastening bra. I felt it drop away, and closed my hand over a beautiful naked breast. I squeezed it hard, and Mary moaned, and shuddered. I felt for her nipple – it was rock-hard, and I rasped my thumb over it.

Suddenly, I remembered Billy and Sheila – and my first instinctive thought was to move my arm so that Billy could see Mary's other exposed breast. My second was to see how far Billy had got with Sheila.

They were no longer on the chair. They were lying on the lambswool rug in front of the fire. Billy was still fully clothed, but Sheila's blouse was lying on the arm of the chair. She was on her back, her neck crooked in Billy's arm, while Billy kissed her and, in full view of us, ran his hands over her smallish - but larger than I had thought - firm breasts.

I returned my attention to Mary and, still frantically feeling her tits, pushed her blouse and bra back over her shoulders, and off her arms. I needed two hands to finish the job and she sat up to help me. Naked to the waist, she was stunning, and I couldn't help looking round to see if Billy was looking. Of course, he was, and Mary saw him looking, too.

As her upper clothing disappeared, she slid her hips off the settee and pulled me with her, down on to the rug. She lay down beside Mary, but with her head by Mary's feet, and reached up for me again, pulling my mouth down on to her nipple. I imagined what Billy must be thinking, as I closed my lips round the erect hardness, and pressed my erect cock against Mary's thigh.

Mary moaned, deep in her throat, then moaned again – and again. Her thigh was jerking against my cock. Twisting my head, I saw the reason. It wasn't just me – Billy's hand was up inside Mary's skirt and I could see the backs of his fingers working against the tight material. I was beyond reason, now. I reached down and pulled her skirt up at the front – I had to see. 

I watched, dry-mouthed, as Billy's fingers disappeared inside the soaking crotch of my wife's panties, his eyes fixed on the tops of her spread thighs as she pushed herself back and forth against his hand. Still watching Billy, I reached over, blind, towards Sheila and felt her hand grab mine and place it firmly on her breast. I squeezed it, and felt her nipple surge into the palm of my hand. 

Then she pulled my hand away and, before I could protest, she dragged it down her body and, pulling her skirt up, raised her legs and guided me to the junction of her thighs. She wasn't wearing panties and her vagina felt wide and moist to my touch ... 


Now I raised my head. I was looking straight at the swollen pink lips of Sheila's vagina. I moved my hand for a better view. Her labia were small, and neat, and she had a very long, very visible clitoris, peeping shyly out of a nest of strawberry-blonde pubic hair. I rubbed my thumb against her clit, and I heard her gasp. I slipped one finger, then two, between her distended labia, and she began to writhe.

I felt she was close to coming and I concentrated on massaging her clitoris, but Mary beat her by a short head, her sustained "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh", as Billy brought her to a shattering climax providing the final spark to put Sheila over the top to a slightly quieter, but no less violent, orgasm ....

It was a little time before anyone moved, but, eventually, Mary let out a long breath of contentment and shifted her shoulders, whereupon Billy did the decent thing and reluctantly removed his hand from her panties.

I stood up and gathered up the glasses and re-filled them. This time, Sheila didn't refuse wine. The girls moved over to sit with their backs to the settee, but made no move to cover up, sitting, knees drawn up, in just their short skirts and, in Mary's case, still, panties. As I poured the wine, I noticed that Billy had moved to sit beside Mary, so, with mixed feelings, I sat down beside Sheila.

There was a silence, but not an awkward one, and then I asked a question which had been bugging me for some time.

"So," I said, "what's this about you having your tits felt in the same room before?"

As I was sitting beside her, my question was addressed to Sheila. She smiled and, taking my hand, put it on her breast. It was quite a substantial handful, in her sitting position, and I caressed it fondly. She sighed, contentedly.

"If you two take some of your clothes off," she said, "we might tell you. OK, Mary?"

Mary nodded and, as we stood up to remove everything but our shorts, she reached under her skirt and deftly removed her panties, pushing them under the settee.

"Don't leave them for your mother to find," warned Sheila, and they both giggled.

I felt a little awkward as I sat down again, in only my shorts – not least because the thought that Mary was now sitting beside Billy, with no panties on, had revived my hard-on.

Sheila leaned over and whispered "Nice", nodding at the bulge in my shorts. I glance over at Mary to see if she had heard. Billy's arm was round her shoulders, and his other hand was already fondling her breast again. My cock jumped again, and Sheila moved forward to let me drape an arm over her and, this time, I dropped my hand on to her thigh, sliding it round to the sensitive inner part.

She raised her face and I kissed her, for the first time. As I did so, I could see that Billy's cock was also erect and I realised I wanted to see Mary touch it. But her hands were in her lap, her head back, as Billy's fingers gently rolled her nipple.

Sheila moved her head back. "Do you want to hear about it, then?" she asked. Billy and I nodded.

"Well," said Sheila, "remember the French weekend, the summer before last?"

We did. The club had organised a visit to a tennis tournament in France. We had actually done quite well, coming third out of an international entry of more than twenty teams.

"It was the Sunday, after lunch," continued Sheila. "You all went for a walk on the beach before the afternoon's matches, and we stayed behind to get the kit ready – it was our 'turn' – remember?"

"Yes," said Billy. "And you didn't make much of a job of it ... "

"There was a reason for that," laughed Mary. "You remember Philippe – the young waiter, who was also the French club junior champion?"

I was beginning to see where this was going.

"The one whose older brother owned the hotel? Really fancied himself!" I asked, suspiciously.

"Yes," said Sheila. "Auguste." I sniffed, contemptuously. Auguste!

"Well," continued Mary, "we were just having our last glass of wine at the table, when Auguste joined us, with a bottle of champagne! It would have been rude to refuse him, so we had a glass, and then Philippe joined us, because lunch was over and he had finished working for the day. So we had another glass – or three - with him, and then we said we would have to go to the laundry to iron the clean kit."

Mary voice rose on the last sentence and the she stopped talking, rather suddenly. I realised Billy's hand was on her thigh, and heading for its inevitable target, if it had not already reached it. As I watched, Mary leaned forward and touched the lump in Billy's shorts, then her fingers wrapped themselves round it. My heart raced, then - "Good idea," breathed Sheila, and her hand closed round my throbbing prick. I slipped my hand up her thigh to feel the wet warmth of her spread vagina.

"Shall I carry on the story?" asked Sheila, a bit breathlessly. Taking the absence of any reply as assent, she went on, as I slipped one finger in her - "Well, to cut a long story short, they said they would come and help, but ... "

Her hand tightened round my cock, and she slid it out of my front opening. I teased her clit. Somehow, she managed to carry on.

"... but they were no help at all! They stood behind us – Auguste with me, and Philippe with Mary – and, as we ironed, they put their hands round us and ... and squeezed our breasts! We tried to stop them – didn't we, Mary?"

"Oh, yes," replied Mary, with utter insincerity. She was now lying back against the settee, her skirt up round her waist, Billy's fingers delving into her dark thatch, and her hand squeezing and sliding up and down the shaft of his erection. "Oh, yes," she repeated, between gasps.

"We really did try," she continued, "but their hands were – well - everywhere. They pulled our shirts off, then our bras, and we could hardly iron at all – it's very difficult to iron properly when someone's playing with your tits and kissing your nipples. And they were very good at it, weren't they, Sheila – Auguste, with his tickly moustache - and the younger one – Philippe – so we had to – well, we had to resort to desperate measures, to be ready for you coming back, at all"

My mind was full of images of Mary and Sheila, in the hotel laundry, giggling, full of wine and champagne – and two randy Frenchmen enjoying their naked tits and nipples. I thought I knew the answer to the question, but I asked anyway.

"What did you do?"

They looked at each other, then leant forward simultaneously. The wet warmth of Sheila's lips engulfed the head of my cock. Her hand slid down to the base. I saw Mary's mouth close over Billy's cock, then felt the surge in my balls as my orgasm started. I threw my head back in ecstasy and saw nothing more – only felt Sheila expertly milking my root as I shot jet after jet into her warm, willing mouth ...

When I opened my eyes, Mary was lying on her back, on the rug, Billy's head on her stomach, one hand cuddling her left breast. Her skirt was pulled up, her thighs and vagina fully exposed. Sheila still had my cock – long since limp and flaccid – between her lips, her tongue still circling the head.

"Time for bed, I think," I said. "Can you stay the night?"

"Yes, thanks, Charlie," said Sheila, and Billy nodded.

We all knew we would be going to separate rooms. Neither Billy nor I wanted our wives to fuck someone else, and, after a round of goodnight kisses, they went off into the guest bedroom.

But they didn't close their door – and neither did we. It wasn't really a competition to see who had the noisiest climax, but Mary and I won it, anyway, as I got her to tell me, again, about the Frenchmen in the laundry! And, even as I fell asleep, I was looking forward to the next night, when I'd find out about the beach barbecue – and who knew what else!

The End

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One Night At A Party (Conclusion 2)



We collapsed in each other's arms, slick with perspiration. I could feel the hard nubbins of Mary's nipples sliding across my slippery chest, and, unbelievably, I felt my erection begin to recover within seconds of my final ejaculation. Mentally, too, I was still in a state of extremely heightened stimulation.

The only thing wrong with our volcanic mutual climax had been that I hadn't actually been inside the velvety warmth of Mary's vagina when it happened. In fact, the underside of my cock had been grinding against her pubic bone as she jerked and spasmed in the final throes of ecstasy, and there had been a few seconds when the torrent of banked-up semen had been unable to get out, so hard was the pressure of her clitoris against me – but then she had pulled back momentarily, and the jets of come had spurted out, all over her belly and thighs.

As my cock recovered, now, I could feel it being laved in the incredibly sensuous mixture of perspiration, semen and Mary's own juices as it languorously lengthened and hardened against her soft, yielding lower body. I don't think I ever loved her, or wanted her, as much as I did at that moment. 

Deep down, a still, small voice was whispering that, in the cold light of day, I – we – would want to re-examine the events and conversations which had brought us to this peak of shared ecstasy, but, right now, all moral questions were firmly on the back burner and my sensuality was firmly in command.

In the depths of recollection, I recalled every word – punctuated, as it had been, by the ragged gasps of Mary's impending final orgasm. 

"Do you wish I'd let him take me outside to play with my naked tits – like he wanted to – then put his hand up my skirt to feel my wet cunt?"

"I wanted him to take me outside and stand me up against the wall of the house and fuck me!"

Even in the bedroom, while we were making love, Mary had never, ever, before spoken like that. In fact, we were not great talkers during 'the act', at all – oh, we did plenty of moaning and gasping and sighing, but I couldn't really recall us having a conversation, beyond the 'foreplay' stage, before.

And that last primeval scream of Mary's, on the word 'me', was quite unprecedented. Her orgasm was usually heralded by a quickening series of little gasps, followed by a long, shuddering one as her body stiffened in the moment of climax. Just the thought of that long drawn-out wail was enough to restore my cock to full erection, and I slithered downwards to position it between her thighs.

As I moved position, Mary gave a little moan of protest, and tightened her arms round me. I slid a hand up between us and cupped a naked breast. I could feel a very erect nipple pressing against my palm, and I moved my hand across its tip.

Mary shivered with pleasure, and one of her hands slipped between our bellies and closed round my cock, giving it a loving squeeze.

"Charlie," she breathed. Her voice was hesitant, nervous. I leaned my head back on the pillow to look at her. In the moonlight, I could see her eyes – large, round and serious, fixed on my face. I moved back towards her and kissed her mouth. It never tasted sweeter. Her soft, full lips opened slightly and my tongue quested inside, meeting hers. My passion began to build up again and, again, I moved slightly, to part her thighs and open her cunt to receive me.

Before, when we were making love, I always thought of her vagina as her 'cunt', but I never said so and, before tonight, I had never heard her even use the word. Now, when it came into my mind, it was as I had heard Mary saying it, and it was twice – three times – as exciting. My prick throbbed in anticipation – but Mary's fingers closed round it, easing it away from her opening, and her mouth slid from under mine.

"Charlie," she repeated. "I didn't think you'd be like this. I thought you'd be jealous – possessive …"

"So did I," I whispered, "but … but – well, do I have any reason to be? I mean – are you in love with Billy, or …?"

"Oh no!" she said, loudly, then instinctively covered her mouth as she remembered the children. "No!" she whispered, vehemently. "You know I love you!"

"Well, then," I said, trying to sound cool, but my heart leaping like a boy's as I realised that my question had been serious, and that I had been a little fearful of the reply.

There was a short silence. I realised Mary wanted to go on talking and, at first, I was disappointed – even resentful. Like most men, when I want the feel of a warm vagina wrapped round my cock, anything that gets in the way of that tends to be an unwelcome distraction. In an attempt to concentrate her mind on the important thing, I lowered my head to her breast and ran my tongue lightly over her nipple.

Mary ran her fingers through my hair, but it was an affectionate, rather than a passionate, gesture – then I became aware that she was talking again.

"Charlie – I want to try to explain," she said, lightly pulling my hair so that I raised my head to look at her. She bent forward to kiss me, quickly, and went on.

"You know I love you – and the kids – and I'm not unhappy and – really – everything's OK, but – well – sometimes I just get – excited, and, then, I just can't help myself!"

I had been, I realised, 'saving' the beach barbecue incident – especially after Mary's earlier references to it had differed so radically from Billy's version. I thought, because of the 'group sex' aspect, Mary might be more reluctant to disclose what really happened there, but the thought that she might be preparing to tell me about it, now, made my mouth dry in anticipation.

But she had said 'sometimes'. Did that mean that there was even more? Again, I lifted my head and settled it on the pillow, next to hers. My balls were tight with anticipation as I waited for her to continue.

"Like – with Billy tonight," Mary went on, after a short pause. "I didn't mean – when I started dancing with him, I mean – for him to touch me … there."

"On your tits," I whispered, a little stir of excitement moving me – I wanted to hear her say it.

"Yes," she breathed, catching my mood. "I didn't mean to let him feel my – tits."

"But he did," I said. "He had his hands on your tits, playing with your nipples …"

"Yes – he did – but …" she carried on, quickly, not giving me a chance to interrupt, "… I didn't mean him to, when we started to dance. At first, we weren't dancing close together – it wasn't until the music changed, and got slower, that we came together. Then, well, someone turned the lights down and Billy came in close. He cupped his hands round my behind and I felt his – his cock – pressing against me. Sometimes, when that happens, the man eases back – but Billy didn't. I could feel – he was pushing it against me. He wanted me to feel it. It was very hard, and – and – I began to feel – excited …"

Mary took my hand and pressed it against her mound. Pressed against the apex of her thighs, my middle finger could feel the dampness of fresh juices flowing. 

"Ohhh," she muttered. "That's what started – between my legs – and he knew it! He moved one of his hands up my back and pushed gently, so that my breasts were pressed against his shirt. Then he started whispering things – into my ear."

"What things?" I had to know.

"The same as you," Mary breathed. "He said I had the nicest breasts in the room, and asked if I could feel how much he liked them."

"What did you say?"

"I didn't say anything. But, I nodded my head, against his shoulder – and he moved his cock against me, again, in a sort of circular motion, then bent his knees a little and pushed it against – you know …"

"Against your cunt," I breathed. Mary nodded, and I didn't insist on her saying it. My fingers were now sliding along her lips, which were slick with her running moisture.

"Then his hand slid up between us and closed round my breast. He squeezed it, softly, and I couldn't help moving myself against him – against the bulge of his cock. I was so wet, by then! Then he unbuttoned part of my blouse and put his hand inside, and squeezed one of my breasts – on top of my bra. I wanted him to touch my nipples, Charlie – they were aching to be touched – and … and I told him my bra opened at the front! We had moved into a really dark corner of the room, and I stayed pressed right up against him, so that no-one would see us. Billy got my bra open, then he squeezed my left tit really hard. My back was against the wall and I pushed my – bottom half – hard against him, really grinding into his erection – and, and then – he came! I heard him give a little groan, then he pushed hard against me and began shaking …"

She clamped her hand, hard, on top of mine and pressed it against her, with a long shuddering sigh. The she released the pressure, and expelled a long breath.

"But, almost immediately, I started thinking of you, and all the guilt feelings came back. I feel such a hypocrite, Charlie – I've always been so 'against' that sort of thing. I've always been scared of you – with another girl – and what it might lead to – and you've been very good. I know you have – I'd have heard if you'd done anything like that …"

"And now – I almost wish you had," she went on, after a pause. "In fact, I do wish you had."

"Is that why you asked about Beverley?" I asked. 

The temperature had dropped after Mary had described Billy's involuntary ejaculation, but I could sense it was just simmering. I wanted to bring it back closer to the boil, and I had a feeling there was something in her reference to Beverley – possibly leading to the barbecue incident. At one time, Mary and Beverley had been quite close – had Beverley once said something about me? I hadn't, in fact, ever 'played around' with her, but we had had a few close encounters on the dance floor and she had probably sensed my excitement, although I was sure I hadn't been as blatant about it as Billy …

"I suppose so," Mary answered. "I know she likes you, and I know she's – well, let one or two guys …"

Something was being left unsaid, here. I could sense it – and it involved Mary. I felt the familiar tightening in my scrotum.

"And …?" I said, leaving it hanging in the air. Mary took a deep breath. 

"You must have guessed that – last night, with Billy – wasn't the first time I've …," Mary opened, hesitantly.

"Yes," I agreed. "You've more or less said as much." I tried to sound calm, but my heart was thumping

"You see – I never mean it, Charlie, but – oh, I don't know – when I'm in a certain mood – maybe very happy, or I've had a drink, or something just – flicks my switch – well, it just happens."

I said nothing, but fondled her breast, tenderly, to show I understood.

"Tell me about the barbecue, Mary," I whispered. "All of it."

"Come on top of me, then," she murmured. I had a silly little thrill of excitement as I realised Mary, too, regretted that I hadn't been inside her when he had our recent huge mutual climax, and, in a ferment of anticipation, I slid between her parted thighs …

"Beverley's always had a 'thing' about Tom, ever since Linda hinted to her that his cock was the longest one she'd ever seen," Mary started. "She's fascinated by men's penises, anyway – I think it's because she was brought up with her mother and two sisters, and then went to an all girls' school. She's always talking about cocks, and looking at pictures of men's erections on the Internet – and bringing herself off, imagining them inside her! She asked me to describe yours, when it gets hard, and how it feels, inside me …"

"Did you tell her?" I asked, feeling a thrill surge through me at the thought of Beverley playing with her clitoris and gasping at the image of a huge erection on her PC screen.

"Yes," whispered Mary. "It was very arousing, describing it to another woman, knowing it would excite her. She even asked me if it turned me on, thinking about you putting it inside her …"

"And does it?" I asked.

"It did, then – but that was only … fantasy. I suppose you would like to – fuck Beverley, I mean. You'd really like her tits …"

"I'd rather fuck you," I said, honestly. "And, your tits are better than anyone's."

I tongued her nipple, and she giggled, a little.

"How about this barbecue, then?" I said.

"Well, Beverley and I were sitting with Tom and Billy, drinking beer. The rest of you were playing some game, down by the shoreline. Beverley had spotted the two of them sitting talking and asked me to try to let her get away with Tom, into the trees. She had had an awful lot to drink – so had I – and she was sure if she could get Tom on his own, she could at least get to feel his cock … So she asked me to try to distract Billy …"

"That was tough for you," I commented, ironically, but Mary didn't reply.

"Well, we sat down beside them, and Beverley kept leaning forward to poke the fire, so that her top fell forward and the boys could see her breasts. Eventually, Billy said something about the view and Bev threw some beer at him. Billy jumped up, and so did Bev, and he chased her, into the trees. Tom and I got up at the same time and I remember thinking – 'She's got the wrong one!' – and I chased after them."

"I couldn't see them, but I could hear Bev squealing, and I followed the sounds. When I caught up with them, Beverley was lying on her back, giggling, with Billy astride her. Then Billy leant forward and kissed her, and put his hands on her breasts. Bev stopped giggling and just lay, looking up at Billy, while he gave them a good feel. Then he pushed his hands under her t-shirt, and she closed her eyes and just lay there, letting him squeeze her tits."

"I was very turned on, watching them – in fact, I think I was touching myself – and that was when Tom came up behind me. He put his hands on my shoulders, first, then, as we watched Bev and Billy, he dropped them down my front and cupped them round my breasts. Then Billy pushed Bev's t-shirt up to her shoulders. Her breasts were bare, and she was moaning as Billy took hold of her nipples."

"I felt Tom's hands tighten on my breasts, and I put my hands up to cover his. I think I meant to pull them away, but … he had moved right in behind me, and I could feel his cock pressing against me. He wasn't moving it, but I could feel its length in the small of my back and I remember thinking – Beverley was right. He is big!"

"Then Beverley started playing with herself – her nipples – and Tom undid my bra at the back. I wanted to stop him, but I kept feeling that huge cock pressing into me and … and my nipples were aching to be touched. Then Tom put his hands under my shirt and felt my breasts – my tits, and I just leaned back into him, enjoying the feel of his big hands caressing my breasts." 

"Then, he suddenly pulled my shirt and bra over my head – just as Billy turned round, to see me topless! I put my hands up to cover myself, but Tom pulled them away, and started rubbing my nipples with his palms, in full view of the other two."

"Then – then Billy got up, and pulled Bev to her feet, and they came across to where we were, and, for a while, the boys touched our tits as a kind of – foursome. It was really strange – at one time, each of the boys had one of our tits, each – but, then, Billy kissed one of my nipples, and, well, you know what that does to me, Charlie – I started moaning and Billy got the message very quickly and put his hand between my legs." 

"I knew I was wet, down there, but I managed to pull his hand away. By now, we had 'paired off' again, though, and Tom had Beverley up against a tree-trunk. Her panties were halfway down her thighs, and his hand was between her legs. I could see her bush, and he had at least two fingers inside her, and she was really moaning loudly."

"Billy was still kissing and tonguing my nipple, and I was watching them, over his shoulder, and getting more turned on by the second. Billy touched the inside of my thigh again and, this time, I wrapped my arms round his head, pulling his mouth onto my nipple and he pushed his hand against my – my cunt, and it felt … ooooohhh, Charlie, I was so wet …… and Billy could feel it soaking through my shorts, and he pushed his fingers hard against me, nearly pushing my shorts up inside me, and he took my nipple between his teeth and … and I started to come! Oh, I came buckets, Charlie, and when I came to my senses, at last, Billy had a finger inside me! His whole finger, Charlie, right up my wet cunt – oh, fuck me hard, now, Charlie – think about Billy's finger, filling up my cunt, and making me come! Fuck me! Fuck me – hard – harder, Charlie – harder …"

I needed no second telling. Propped on my elbows, I drove into my wriggling wife with long hard strokes, watching her face as she writhed in ecstatic recollection, and her rigid-nippled breasts as they shook violently. Every time I withdrew, Mary thrust her hips up to follow me, then gasped as I entered her again, forcing her back down on to the rumpled bed.

Because of my recent ejaculation, I was able to maintain some degree of detachment, and to concentrate on bringing Mary closer and closer to orgasm, reading the fleeting expressions on her face, until the closing of her teeth on her lower lip told me that she was on the verge.

I braced my arms, pulling myself practically all the way out of her. I stayed, poised above her, for a second or two. She moaned in protest, and her arms reached blindly upwards, then I slammed my cock back into her, making sure that my pubic bone ground against her clitoris, and, this time, stayed wedged deeply inside as she toppled over the edge and went into a huge freefall climax.

Miraculously, I was able to resist the almost overwhelming temptation to join her on her trip into ecstasy, and I watched, fascinated, as her head rolled and her mouth opened and shut as wave after wave of orgasm shook her. 

The storm took long minutes to blow itself out and, when it had, heralded by a long, shuddering exhalation of every drop of breath in her body, Mary rolled herself into a foetal ball, her back turned towards me. Every so often, another shudder racked her, as she took another breath.

Tentatively, I put a hand on her shoulder, and she started like a gazelle and I pulled it away. Then I put it back, and she jumped again, but lifted a hand back to cover it, and keep it in place. I moved in behind her, and she wriggled back towards me, her back fitting into the hollows of my chest.

I slipped a hand round to cup her breast. She sighed, contentedly, and let me fondle her. Again, her hand rested on mine. Then, I moved my lower body against her and, as she felt the hardness of my still erect penis slide between her bottom cheeks, I heard a muffled 'Oh!' and she slightly parted her thighs, to trap my cock in the velvety junction just below her centre.

Then, after a few more seconds, she moved languorously, and stretched, like a cat, at the same time turning to face me. Pushing the bedclothes back, hands stretched up over head, she deliberately displayed her nakedness to me – her firm high breasts, narrow waist, dark bush nestling between strong, yet delicate, shapely thighs. She looked down at me – at my erect cock, standing up, ready, from its nest of black curly hair – and one hand came down to caress it, lovingly.

"Oh, Charlie," she breathed. "You're wonderful. What other man would understand so well?"

"Understand?" I thought to myself. I still wasn't sure whether I should be blamed or congratulated for my 'understanding' – all I knew was that hearing these stories of my wife's adventures with other men was the most erotic experience I had ever had – and I was hungry for more.

"Would you like to try my 'understanding' again?" I breathed.

"Yes," whispered Mary. "There is a bit more to – explain." 

Her hand squeezed my cock, as my fingers danced up the inside of her thigh. As I felt her warm, moist centre, she pulled up the bedclothes, and started to speak.




One Night At A Party (Conclusion 2)



"After I had come, Billy wanted me to – masturbate him. But, now that I had come back to my senses, I was worried about being away from the rest of you – and I was terrified that you would come looking for me, and see … Then I heard someone calling. For an awful second, I thought it was you, but then I realised it was Tony. Billy heard him, too, and we both ran off - I only just had time to pick up my top, and had to leave my bra in the sand! Billy and I separated – well, I made sure I went in a different direction from him."

"He was back at the fire when I came out of the trees, further up the beach, then I saw Tom come out, and I went to join the rest of you, beside the water. You didn't seem to notice that I hadn't been there, all the time, so I didn't have to explain."

"Then, a few minutes later, Tony and Bev reappeared, together – and everybody thought they'd gone into the woods to have sex!"

I remembered that – I even remembered being turned on by it, and wishing I had taken Mary into the trees … But Mary hadn't finished her story.

"As soon as we could," she went on, "Bev and I went for a walk along the beach together, and she told me that Tony was very suspicious. She had managed to cover up before he found her, but she was still with Tom, and Tony didn't believe they had just gone off for a walk together."

"And then, next time I saw Beverley, she told me she had admitted to Tony that she had let Tom kiss her, and feel her breasts, a bit, on top of her clothes, and she had apologised, and said she had had too much to drink! She said Tony hadn't spotted Billy and me, and that she hadn't mentioned us."

"Did you believe that?" I asked.

"I did, at first," said Mary, quietly, "but not when I had thought about it, a little later – and, anyway, I soon found out it wasn't true!"

She curled her body up into a ball, trapping my hand between the soft inner surfaces of her thighs. Her arms went tightly round me, and her head was pressed against my chest. I put my other hand round her shoulders, and held her. Her body was shaking, and she might have even been sobbing, but I could tell she was still very wet at her centre and I waited, cuddling her awkwardly, until, with a long, broken sigh, she uncurled, and lifted her mouth to mine. I kissed her, gently, and slid a finger along the puffy, slick lips of her vagina. Her mouth slid away from mine, and her hand came down and closed over mine, cupping it against her flowing mound.

"Do you remember that time you went to Birmingham, for that interview, and had to have an overnight stay?" Her voice was calm, as if a decision had been made. That had been about three weeks after the barbecue.

I nodded, very conscious of Mary's flowing juices wetting the ends of my questing fingers.

"Well," she went on, "that night, a group of us went back from the club to Tony and Beverley's house for a nightcap, after a match. We had won the match and the bar had closed, but nobody wanted to break up the party, so Bev suggested we go back to their house for a few more drinks. So, there were seven of us, altogether – me, Bev, Tony, Billy and Sheila, and Nicola and Alan."

"We were all pretty 'high' – 'high-spirited', I suppose you'd call it, and there was bit of larking about on the way to the house, from the club. Nothing serious – just the boys chasing the girls and giving them a squeeze when they caught them – but there was definitely an 'atmosphere'. We were all still wearing our tennis clothes – I had that short dress on, the one with no arms. And it felt a bit – odd – for me, as the only girl there without her husband …"

"Anyway, when we got in, Bev went into the kitchen and filled seven champagne glasses, put them all on a silver tray, then carried the tray back into the lounge, wher the rest of us were. Billy and Tony had been talking, in a corner of the room and, as Bev came through with the tray, Tony called – 'Watch you don't drop that tray!'"

"But, at the same time, Billy slipped behind Bev and reached under her arms and grabbed her breasts! She gave a little scream, but she managed to keep hold of the tray, and everybody was laughing and telling her not to drop the drinks. But Billy didn't just let go, after a quick squeeze – he came up close behind her, and really gave her tits a good feel, pressing himself hard against her bottom – until she managed to put the tray down on a coffee-table, then shook Billy off, and collapsed, laughing, on a chair."

"Then Tony told us somebody had done that to Bev at a dinner party she and Tony had been to, but the man who had done it had just given her a quick squeeze, then let go."

"How did Sheila take it?" I asked

"Well, it was all supposed to be a joke – a bit of fun," said Mary, "but, although Sheila laughed about it, with the rest of them, I thought she might have more to say to Billy, when they got home. And I thought there was more to it – where Tony – and Bev – were concerned. Tony had definitely enjoyed it – sexually, I mean. I could see the look on his face, watching Billy grab a good feel of his wife's breasts …"

"And how about Bev – did you ask her - later?" I asked, curious. Mary gave an odd little laugh.

"Well, you know Bev and I were pretty – close – then, like I told you, before," said Mary, "and we spoke a lot about – things – just the two of us. She liked to ask me about me and you – what we did – whether we fantasised when we were having sex – fucking – and if you fantasised about fucking her – or who I fantasised about. She said that Tony and she were very 'into' that, and that we were their favourite couple for imaginary stripping and wife-swapping games. So, I thought, if Tony set it up for Billy to feel her up – well, I didn't know, but I didn't think Bev wasn't in on it – it might even have been her idea."

"So, how did you feel about it?" I breathed, my hand caressing her breasts. I noticed her nipples were hardening.

"I was – confused. I'd had a few drinks and it was quite exciting, thinking about Billy feeling her breasts – especially in front of all the others. I wondered what I would feel like, if it had been me- and that was quite exciting. One thing I did know – I wouldn't have dropped the tray, and, deep down, I think that was because the tray would have given me the excuse not to stop it. Can you understand what I mean?"

I thought I did. Mary likes to 'go by the rules', and I could see her feeling helpless, and aroused, at the same time, and using her helplessness to justify, and excuse, her arousal. I realised I was wishing it had been Mary who had been the object of Tony's plot …

"So, what happened – afterwards?" I said, sensing, my heart beating fast, that there might be more to it than Mary had told me, up to now.

"Well, I drank quite a lot of champagne," said Mary. "We all did. And we talked about silly games, and things, we had got up to, at parties, at college, at school – you know, kissing games and games where you were in a dark cupboard with a boy, and what you did, and what he did to you …"

"We laughed a lot, but some of the stories got – well, pretty explicit – and I began to think about getting home, in case things got 'over the top'."

"But then Billy and Sheila said they'd have to go, to let the babysitter go home, and Alan and Nicola said they would go, too. They offered me a lift, but I said I could easily walk home from Bev's, so we all said goodnight ..."

She went quiet, again, then – "Saying goodnight took a bit longer than usual, though – the kissing, and so on, I mean … I was quite turned on, again, after the others had gone, and I couldn't help thinking about what we would have been doing once we got home – if you had been there."

I waited for her to say more, but then she went on. "Then, after they had gone, Bev asked if I would help to clear up before I went, and we took the glasses and things back to the kitchen, and washed them up. We had finished, and were just standing, talking, having a last drink, when Tony casually moved behind Bev, and put his hands on her breasts – just as Billy had done. He moved in close behind her, and I could see him pushing his crotch against her bottom"

"Bev reached up and put her hands on top of his, and squeezed them. She was still looking at me, but she had stopped talking. I didn't know what to say – or do. I was embarrassed, but I could remember the feel of his hands, and watching him feel Beverley's tits like that was – uncomfortable, but it was exciting, as well." 

I imagined the scene – Mary, in her short white tennis dress, watching as her friend's husband blatantly felt up her tits in front of her. Involuntarily, my hand closed round Mary's breast, and she gave a little shiver of excitement. 

"I – I said I'd better go home – and put my drink down, on the table." Mary went on, after a little pause. Her voice was low, and tense. "But Beverley said 'You don't have to, Mary.' Tony had unbuttoned her top, and one of his hands was inside her bra – I could see him rolling Bev's nipple between his finger and thumb. They were both looking at me. Then Beverley undid the fastening at the front of her bra, so that Tony had a bare breast in each hand, playing with her nipples."

"But, they were both still looking at me and Beverley said 'I'd really like you to stay, Mary', and she reached out a hand to me …"

Mary took a deep, quivering breath and her hand snaked down and found my erect cock. She squeezed it, tightly, affectionately. I slid sideways and Mary pushed herself up on one elbow. Then she lowered herself over me. I caressed her hips and Mary parted her thighs. My cock nestled at her entrance, then I pushed my hips upward and it slid inside her. We lay together, my cock throbbing in her tight, wet cunt, and I waited for her to go on.

"What did you do?" I had to ask, as the silence lengthened.

"Well, then Beverley said – 'I won't tell Charlie, Mary – I haven't told him about the barbecue …' Her voice just sort of trailed away, Charlie, as though she had left something unsaid – then she said it – '… yet!'"

"I just looked at her, and she said – 'Tony knows about what happened, Mary – I had to tell him – and we don't want to tell Charlie, but …'"

"Beverley's hand was still reaching out across the table and – I didn't think, Charlie, I … I couldn't, really – I stretched my own out, towards it. Beverley took hold of my wrist and she just held it for a little while, while Tony stroked her tits, and I watched. I'm honestly not sure whether I submitted to Bev's 'blackmail' or not. I know I was shaking as I watched his hands on her breasts – and I was frightened – but I was also oh, so turned on!" 

"She's got big tits, Charlie – you'd like them. They're quite firm, and her nipples are short, but very thick, and her aurolae are wide, and dark. Tony moved a little, to Beverley's side, but he kept his hands on her breasts. But then Beverley pulled me slowly towards her."

"I thought she was going to put my hand on her breast, but … she didn't. She … she pulled it towards her side and … and she pressed it against Tony's trousers – against his cock. I tried to pull it away, at first, but she was holding my wrist tightly and I could feel his hardness against my fingers and – well, after a second or two, I couldn't help it – I took hold of it, through his trousers, and squeezed it."

"When I did that, Tony let go of Beverley and put his hands on my shoulders and said – 'Take it out, Mary.' I automatically looked at Bev, and she said – 'Go on – take it out' – so I felt for the top of his zip and started pulling it down. Then I felt Beverley unzipping the back of my tennis dress. When she had finished, she pushed it forward, over my shoulders, and it slid down my arms."

"I remember I had to take my hands away from Tony's zip, to let it fall to the floor, but I went back to it and opened it all the way down. Then I put one hand inside. His cock was poking out of the front of his boxer shorts, and there was some stuff – leakage – coming out of the end, and it got on my hand."

"I put my hand round his cock, and I remember his tongue coming out, running round his lips to moisten them. Then Bev unclipped my bra. I felt it relax, then her hands came round and eased the cups away. My bra dropped down my arms and stopped at my wrists, and Beverley cupped my breasts in her hands and 'offered' them to Tony. It was as though she was giving him a present of my tits, Charlie – as if she had promised them to him. She was saying something, but I can't remember what it was – the inside of my head was all mixed up. I could feel Beverley's own tits squashed against my back, and I could sense that she was getting – enjoyment – from the way she was holding mine. She was stroking them at the same time, and just touching my nipples, ever so lightly."

"While she was doing this, I had taken Tony's erection out of his trousers, and my bra had dropped to the floor. I looked at his cock – I wanted to see it, Charlie – and it looked just like yours! It was so like it that I looked at his face, to make sure I wasn't dreaming!"

"Then he reached up and held my breasts, his thumbs touching my nipples. By then, my hand was gripping the bare skin of his cock, and I could feel more slippery stuff on my fingers. Then he bent down and his mouth came down on mine, and he gripped my breasts, very hard, and I held his cock in both of my hands. He was very hard, and long, and I was holding him with all my fingers at the base of his cock and the head squeezed between my palms."

"Then I felt his hand between my legs, cupping my mound. I was absolutely soaking, and he must have felt it, through my panties. His finger was pushing against my opening, through the material, then he slid past it, and one finger went inside me."

"Then I felt Bev behind me. She was right up against me and I could feel her big breasts squashed against my bare back. She was whispering – 'Let him fuck you, Mary – go on – let him fuck you. Let me watch Tony fucking you …'. I could feel her hands pulling the back of my panties down …"

The scene was clear in my mind – Mary sandwiched between them, holding Tony's cock in her small hot hands as his finger slid inside her moist vagina … Was I ready for the next inevitable act? My throbbing cock cried 'Yes', but my heart …?

But it was all too much for me. Almost unconsciously, I had started driving my erection up into Mary and, as I envisioned her, spread out on the Vance's kitchen table, with Tony's cock pistoning in and out of her, my orgasm welled up and, clutching her bottom, I gave one last, mighty thrust, then arced my body in that exquisite, tumbling sense of release …

At last, I was spent, and lay on my back, Mary's soft warmth enveloping me, all over. Although I had softened, I was still inside her, and never wanted to emerge. My hands were still caressing her bottom cheeks, lovingly, my lips nibbling at her earlobes and the soft hollow under her jawline.

I could tell Mary hadn't climaxed – her body was still moving against me, her hips moving up and down just far enough to stimulate my passive penis, but not enough to let it slide out of her. Her vaginal muscles were gripping me and, already, I felt the restoration of passion.

"I think that was what set Tony off, too, Charlie," Mary whispered, at last. "Bev talking about him fucking me, I mean. I felt his finger go hard up inside me and then he started to jerk and then all this come was shooting all over my hands and … well, even though I hadn't come, I suddenly came to my senses."

"I just wanted to get out of there – it was Bev, really. She was livid with Tony, and I realised how much she had set this all up for her own benefit. I think what she really wanted was to have sex with me – after Tony had fucked me. She had told me, in the past, about having sex with girls at that school she went to, and she had dropped a few hints, but I wasn't interested and then, after the barbecue, I thought – but, I suppose she must be one of those who likes boys – and girls!"

"But it wasn't that I was worried about. I think, if Tony hadn't come too early, I might have let him – have me – actually fuck me – if only to stop them telling you about the barbecue. But, now, I don't have to worry about that – you know all about that now – and the rest."

"And I really don't want to do that to you, Charlie. I want to keep that just for you. And I don't think you'd want me to do it – for real, I mean. I know it's a great fantasy for you – and for me! – and I know, now, that you'll enjoy hearing about me getting my tits – and other things – felt. But fucking – 'all the way fucking' – that's just for you and me."

And I knew I agreed with her. We had learned a lot about ourselves during the last twenty-four hours – especially me! – and I thought we would both have more such adventures, in the future. But I didn't think they would involve Beverley and Tony and I knew, in my heart of hearts, that I didn't really want another man's cock invading my Mary's sweet pussy.

But, in our dreams – anything could happen!

(As usual, I welcome e-mail comments on my stories, and always reply if an address is given. Also, just a word about the confusing titles in this series of stories. The word is 'sorry'. I know the title sequence is confusing, but the underlying reasons are very complex and not worth going into - I just hope you've enjoyed the stories!)



One Night At A Party



"I … I honestly don't know, Billy," I said.

"Sure you don't," he teased, grinning. "You hated hearing about me tonguing her nipples at the barbecue, didn't you – then feeling between her legs. You were disappointed that I didn't get inside her panties, weren't you? You'd like to have heard about me slipping a finger inside her, wouldn't you?"

"Are you sure you didn't?" I challenged him, angry and embarrassed.

He laughed – really laughed, with amusement.

"I think I'll just leave you guessing about that," he said. "You think about it, tonight, when you get Mary home – see if it gives you a hard-on!"

He stood up.

"I'm getting cold out here. I'm going back in. Say," he added – "why don't you have a turn with Sheila before this thing finishes. See if you can cop a feel – get your revenge! By the way, I was lying earlier – about Sheila, I mean. She's told me about one or two guys who've felt her up – and a few she wouldn't mind trying! I think you'd be OK there!"

And he went back inside. I sat down again, sipping my beer, and trying to sort out my thoughts. The logical part of me said I should have this out with Mary and put a stop to it, once and for all, but something deeper told me I was feeling a depth of arousal I hadn't felt for several years, certainly in connection with my wife. The constant excitement of our early sexual relations had long since dimmed and, although we still had our moments, they weren't either frequent or long-lasting.

But now, my mouth was dry as I thought about her and my mind kept drifting towards getting her into bed. The thought of sliding my hands inside her nightdress to fondle her breasts was breathtakingly exciting – and I couldn't deny the fact that it was because I knew Billy had been there already – and who else? I remembered what Billy had said about getting Sheila to tell him about her early experiences – I would try that!

I finished my beer and went back into the house. The lights were back up in the lounge; the music was loud; the dancing energetic. Billy was dancing with Nicola. I remembered what he had said about getting inside her panties at New Year – it was hard to believe as I looked at them, but then so was him feeling Mary's tits and I'd seen that with my own eyes.

"Are you OK, Charlie?" The voice behind me was Mary's.

"Yeah, sure," I replied, automatically, turning to look at her, my eyes straying, involuntarily to her front-fastening blouse – and her front-fastening bra! "I just needed some fresh air."

"What were you talking to Billy about?" she said. Was it my imagination, or was she a little nervous? I met her eye. At first, she held my gaze, but then she turned to look at the dancers.

Sod it, I thought, let her wonder!

"Let's have a dance," I said. I think her smile held a hint of relief, and we took to the floor. 

We stayed together for the remainder of the party. It only lasted about another hour, and we walked home. The kids were sleeping out and we had the house to ourselves. All the way home, I was determined to start making love to Mary before we went to bed – I was determined to emulate Billy and unbutton her blouse and undo her bra myself. It wasn't going to be as easy as it sounded – I couldn't remember the last time I'd started on her without her already being in her nightclothes, or in nothing at all.

We were walking hand in hand, as usual. On an impulse, I slid my arm round her waist and she eased into me, comfortably, smiling up at me. I bent down to kiss her. I meant it to be just a peck, but our lips met and her mouth opened. We stopped, and kissed properly. It was a long one and I felt myself getting hard.

When we had been 'going out', we'd have waited until we were in a dark corner, or a lane, so we could go a bit further. This gave me an idea. When we finished kissing, we walked on, Mary's arm round my waist, too. It was a clear, frosty night, but we had had plenty of those years ago, and it hadn't stopped us.

We were passing a dark lane, between the back gardens of two rows of houses, and I steered Mary into it. She didn't say anything, and followed me without protest, or surprise. In the middle, the darkest part, I stopped and turned her towards me. She looked up, and I kissed her again. She responded, again, with her lips parted, and she put her arms round my neck. I cupped my hands round her bottom and pulled her into me.

We were both wearing thick coats and I unfastened, first mine, then Mary's, so that we could feel each other's warmth. I eased her back against a garden wall. She clung to my mouth and her body moved against me.

I pushed a hand up between us and squeezed her left breast, over her blouse. Her tongue slid between my lips and I squeezed a little harder. My fingers trembling, I started on the buttons of her blouse. Her hand slid between us and found the shape of my cock in my trousers.

Had she done that to Billy? No, surely not. But would he have said so - if she had? I reached the last button, undid it, and slipped my hand inside. I felt the smooth skin of her belly and moved up to cover her bra-cup. How had Billy felt when he got this far? Did he think it would be journey's end? I squeezed the cup – it was light, yielding material, and it was well-filled.

"It opens at the front, Charlie." Her whisper was low, conspiratorial.

Jesus – that was what she had said to Billy! Now, I was Billy! This was forbidden territory – my mouth was dry, my fingers shaking, my cock hard. I fumbled with the clasps – had Billy taken so long? – then, suddenly, they parted and her glorious naked breast tumbled out into my waiting hand. I inserted my other hand, to feel her other tit. Both nipples were rock-hard and Mary's breathing was shaky and passionate. Her lips were wet and her tongue was darting in and out of my mouth. Her hand squeezed my cock, hard, then she dragged her lips away from mine, and whispered – "The house is empty, Charlie – why don't you take me home and fuck my brains out!"

In all our time together, I had never heard Mary use the word 'fuck' – nor had I used it in front of her. It really turned me on.

"Only if I can feel your tits all the way home," I whispered. She pushed me away and ran down the lane. Then she turned to face me. Her coat was held wide open, and her blouse. Her bra had disappeared. Her naked breasts gleamed in the frosty moonlight.

"You'll have to catch me," she shouted, then turned and fled. I was catching her up, just at the end of the lane, when she suddenly squealed and about-turned, pulling her coat closed and grabbing my arm. She tucked her head into my chest and she was giggling uncontrollably as we hurried past a middle-aged man, walking his dog. He studiously avoided meeting my eyes as we rushed past.

"Did he see?" I hissed, when we were out of earshot.

"Yes!" Mary said. "How embarrassing!"

"Lucky him!" I said.

Mary raised her head and glanced round. "Yes!" she said, and whipped her coat open again and ran for our back gate...

(E-mail comments very welcome)



One Night at Cavanaugh's



It'd been a bad week. That's all there was to say about it, really. On Monday, my rent check had bounced, when my boyfriend - ex-boyfriend now - had cleaned out my account and hopped into the car of a waitress called Darla who worked at the diner in town. 

I found this out when the landlord grabbed me on my way up the stairs the following evening, pointing to a pile of my things, thrown against the wall in the hallway, with a snarled threat to call the cops if I didn't get my shit out of his place in five minutes. So from Tuesday night, I'd been living out of my car. I'd lost my job on Wednesday. The small law office, where I'd been typing up legal documents for the last two years, said they were downsizing, whatever that meant, and it was last in, first to go. Which meant, of course, me.

I'd seen the advertisement in the paper on Thursday morning for a barmaid up at a dive on one of the roads heading out of town, and knew I couldn't pass it up. At five-eight, a healthy 36C-24-36, I figured I'd get hired and if the clientele were too touchy-feely for my liking, I could always leave. It was also the only job vacancy in town.

Cavanaugh's was - still is, most likely - a roughneck bar on the outskirts of town, not all that far out but on one of those gravel roads that's just as likely to give you a puncture as get you where you're going. 

Mostly there's a crowd of regulars, the big, muscly derrick-jockeys from the oil field much further out, a few farm hands from the ranches that are on the other side of town, factory workers - well, you get the idea. Occasionally there are some bikers, blowing through town on their way to somewhere else, but not that often. We weren't on the beaten track, if you know what I mean, but we weren't really that far off either.

I'd been surprised to find, on starting the afternoon shift on Thursday, that I didn't mind the work or the customers at all. They'd gotten a bit more hands-on as the evening had progressed, but nothing worse than I'd copped going out for drinks at night, and they were all good-natured enough about it.

So, that's where things were late Friday afternoon, when I started my second night's shift and my boss, Craig, came out of the office and threw a huge set of keys at me, telling me, in between yelling at his wife on his cell, to serve until midnight, close up, cash out the register and put the takings in the safe, and lock up.

Was it a promotion, I asked myself in bemusement as the sound of his V8 roared from the parking lot? I doubted it. I put the keys under the bar counter and got on with serving.

It was around nine or ten that night that the group came in, three younger men and two older. All of them fit and hard-looking, with the exception of the youngest, also the tallest, who seemed just out of high school, with a sweet face and a mop of dark honey-blonde hair that flopped over his forehead.

The others were equally as memorable, each in their own way. The two oldest were both dark-haired, with short back-and-sides and a few days' worth of beard scruffing over their jawlines. The taller was darkly handsome, dark green eyes under black brows and a voice like black velvet. The other was perhaps less memorable, but friendlier, complimenting me on both my looks and service without getting smutty. 

The other two, both in the mid-twenties, I thought, were tall, broad-shouldered and narrow-hipped, one dark-haired with bright green eyes and a dark five o'clock shadow covering his chin and throat, the other blue-eyed and blond-haired, even teeth shown frequently in a nice smile.

The regulars had all left by eleven, and aside from a couple who had eyes only for each other, the group of men were all that was left. They played pool, chaffing each other over shots made and missed and they ordered round after round, adding their tips in a not ungenerous way.

It might've been an hour or so later, the younger green-eyed man leaned on the bar counter as I put together their drinks, his eyes watching me.

"You worked here long?" he asked.

I shook my head, opening the last bottle of beer and setting it on the tray beside the others. "Started yesterday," I told him. The two older guys were drinking whiskeys, doubles and neat and I reaching for the bottle, pouring the measures and setting the glasses next to the beers.

"Listen," he said, leaning a bit closer. "I gotta proposition for you."

I lifted a brow as I looked at him, admiring the high cheekbones and clean, straight jaw with a flutter of interest. He was, as they say, very easy on the eye and he seemed to have a sense of humour, not always the case with good-looking men. "Yeah? What's that?"

"You see the young guy," he said, looking over his shoulder at the pool table behind him. "My kid brother, he turned twenty-one today."

"Mazel tov," I said, a little dryly.

"Yeah, heh, the thing is," he said, looking around at me again, his gaze dropping to the shadow between my breasts, easily visible in the low-cut shirt I'd been given to wear on the job. "There's not a lot of scope for a celebration here, you know what I mean?"

I couldn't disagree. "Small town."

"Yeah," he said. "I was wondering if you felt like making some serious money tonight?"

The casualness of the offer, and the implications of it, stopped me cold. I looked at him disbelievingly.

"Uh, no, no," he said, rightly reading my expression. "He's, uh, not - look, I was wonderin' if you'd, uh, you know, maybe strip for him," he hastened to add. "No touching."

I'd like to say that the idea offended me, but the truth was, it didn't. I'd done a little stripping - exotic dancing, they'd called it in Chicago - to fund some of my living expenses in my abortive attempt at college, and had found it not only lucrative but sometimes fun, when I'd been in the mood.

And there was no question that I couldn't use as much cash as I could get right now.

"What kind of show were you thinking of?" I asked him, looking at the men around the pool table.

He seemed to relax, his mouth lifting in a one-sided smile. "Uh, you know, music, getting it off, maybe a lap dance for my brother."

"It won't be cheap," I told him, thinking of how much I could reasonably charge them. "It'll have to be after-hours and the boss'll kill me if he doesn't get a cut."

He pulled out a big roll of cash from his jacket pocket and peeled off several hundred dollar bills. "Got it covered."

I thought fast, wondering how to get the most of it while giving them the least I could. "Open bar, but leave five hundred in the register to cover it?"

"Sure," he agreed immediately, pulling off another five bills. "And tips." 

He added three more to the jar on the counter and I nodded, lifting it and putting it under the bar. I glanced at the couple. "Closing's midnight."

Straightening up, he glanced at his watch then picked up the tray of drinks and turned away, saying over his shoulder, "Good."

I looked at the clock, hidden at the back of the overhead shelving as I wiped down the counter. It was eleven-thirty. Walking, only a little wobbly-kneed, to the couple sitting at the table on the other side of the room, I found that the guy was happy to settle his tab and he told me to keep the change when I brought it back, getting to his feet and helping his lady friend into her coat. 

I walked back to the bar to add the change to my evening's tips and poured myself a triple of scotch, deciding I needed some help to get in the mood for what I'd agreed to do. The liquor went down fast and easy and I watched the couple walk out the door, coming around the counter and closing and locking it behind them. By the time I'd switched off the exterior lights and let all the blinds along the front and side windows down, I was feeling mildly buzzed, a state of being that tends to increase my libido by a large factor. I'm a cheap drunk and that little buzz was usually as far as I took it, enjoying the physical sensations of being very slightly uncoordinated and relaxed.

If any of the men noticed what I was doing, they didn't show it. I walked out to the staff room, going to the bathroom and taking off my apron. In the long mirror, I studied my reflection critically.

It wasn't too bad. The short, black skirt came to mid-thigh, a specification of management when I'd started, and was loose. Under it I was wearing high-cut bikini underwear, nothing as sexy as a thong but clean and cut to flatter the length of my legs. I wore sheer, black stockings because I hate pantyhose, and they were still smooth and unwrinkled, held up by a black fine lace garter belt. I thought that would make up for the bikini cut panties. 

High heels make my feet ache so I'd compromised on the heels, they were strappy and sexy but only a couple of inches. The top was one Craig had provided. It was a sleeveless button-through white cotton with a scalloped hem and neckline. Under it, my bra matched the white cotton panties, with a line of lace around the edges. Home girl meets hooker, the look said, I thought a little disparagingly as I looked at the overall effect. 

My hair's dark brown, long and wavy and was pulled back from my face at that moment in a pony-tail. I let it out and shook my head, reaching for the brush in my purse and giving it a few strokes then pulling it back loosely again. I could count the hairband as another item taken off, I thought. I'd had a full beauty session at the local salon before I'd applied for the job, leg wax and bikini, thinking it might help. It hadn't hurt, at any rate.

Satisfied there wasn't anything I could do to improve matters, I turned around and left the room, walking back out to the bar room to find the men had obviously been advised of what was going to happen, as they'd finished their game and were sitting around one side of one of the tables, facing the single overhead light that'd been left on. The green-eyed man was by the juke-box and he nodded to me as I came in and walked to the impromptu spotlight, hitting his selections.

The song came on, not exactly what I would've picked but not too bad, Metallica's The Unforgiven, and I started to dance in front of the men, trying not to look at them at first, my heart thudding against my ribs like a hammer.

While I love to dance, to feel the music catch me up and dissolve thought and leave only feeling behind, doing it in front of people who are watching only your body is a different thing altogether. But it didn't feel invasive and as I started to relax, I found I was able to look at them, singly and together, gaining confidence from the intensity of their rapt expressions. Only the dark-haired man was watching me without that open hunger, the brief glimpse I caught of his expression more feeling than horniness as the quiet chorus played and I twisted and turned to the guitar and surprisingly sweet vocal.

I unbuttoned the shirt slowly, drawing it off as I turned and swayed, moving closer to the men and leaving the shirt on the table to one side of them. In big clubs, in the cities, the girls used to oil themselves, adding glitter to the most pronounced curves. From the way their eyes were following me, I got the impression they didn't mind the lack of pizzazz.

The skirt slid off my hips and I turned away from them, leaning right down to pick it up, tossing it onto the table with the shirt. The hair band came off next, then my bra and turned around slowly, lifting my breasts with my hands, rubbing my thumbs over the already-hard nipples. I walked to the young man whose birthday it apparently was and leaned over to whisper in his ear.

"Your brother said it was your birthday?"

He nodded, swallowing hard as my fingers slid down the side of his neck.

"How 'bout something special to remember?" I asked him, swinging one leg over his lap and settling myself on his thighs, linking my hands behind his neck. The chairs had rungs to either side under the seat, and I hooked my heels into them, easing myself closer and closer to him and lifting my breasts to his face at the same time.

The rule of stripping, or lap dances for that matter, is no touching. Any man who's been in such an establishment knows it and knows it's not to be broken - ever. Most clubs have plenty of large, beefy men to throw out customers who are overfamiliar with the girls and they learn to keep their hands to themselves, contented with the graze of knuckles over oiled skin as they slide their money into whatever the girl leaves on to take it.

Whether it was the booze or the atmosphere, or the fairly certain knowledge that I could make more from these men if they were allowed to go a little further, I'm not sure, but I brushed my nipples over the young man's mouth and felt him jerk in the seat, his hands rising from his sides to slide up my stocking-clad thighs to my hips, his mouth opening as I swayed back and my nipple slid past his lips again.

The feel of his tongue, flicking out and tasting me, sent a deep shudder through me, and I looked down at him encouragingly, brushing the other breast past his mouth and keeping my upper body still, while rocking my hips into him, when his eyes closed and he sucked it between his lips.

There was a collective exhale from the men watching and I felt someone come up behind me, recognising the voice of the older brother as he leaned close to my ear.

"You up for more?" 

His fingers touched my ribs, curving under the breast that wasn't in his brother's mouth and lifting and squeezing it, the thumb rising to rub hard over my tight and frankly aching nipple. I felt the scrape of paper as his other hand tucked a note into the elastic of my panties and I tipped my head back toward him, nodding slightly.

"Blow job?" he asked, his voice pitched low for my ears only.

I opened my eyes and looked upside down into his face, then nodded again and I felt another note slid into the side of my panties to join the first. His fingers trailed lightly down my thigh and then slipped in between my legs, brushing lightly over the taut cloth of the panties, and cupping me firmly before pulling away.

That touch, as light as it'd been, sent a volcanic flush of heat through me, and I lowered myself slightly to rub against the younger brother's crotch, feeling a hard and surprisingly well-endowed package beneath the tight denim of his jeans.

I slid backwards off him, turning around with the beat and unhooked the garters and belt, leaving the stockings in place. Utilising a little more of the floor space, I wriggled my panties down, inch by inch, flashing my ass for slightly longer periods than what I was exposing at the front, twisting in time with the music until the panties reached my knees when they came off by themselves and I turned back to my audience.

I swayed and sashayed back to the young man, bumping and grinding past each of the other men, their hands reaching out to slip over my thighs and ass, none of them attempting to hold on. In front of the birthday boy, I bent my head to kiss his mouth, arching my back as I caught hold of his hands and settled them against my hips. I swayed in front of him for a moment, then stepped close, swinging a leg out to straddle his lap again. A flush of red rose up his neck, his eyes dropping to my breasts and his fingers digging into my hips when I settled right up against his crotch.

From the men surrounding us there was a chorus of whistles and catcalls, encouraging and envious, and I lifted my arms to curve them around his neck as his hands seemed to get that they could roam wherever they liked. He kissed me back enthusiastically as he slid his fingers between my legs, brushing through the crisp curls and exploring the folds of heated and very moist flesh.

As he fingered me with one hand, the other was rubbing over my ass, and his tongue was in my mouth, and I wasn't thinking about a blow job any more, I wanted the big cock I could feel through his jeans inside me, scratching the itch he was creating.

To tell you the truth, I don't know what it was that turned the moment from a way to make some money to something I couldn't - or didn't want to - stop myself from doing. It didn't hurt that all of the men there were good-looking, fit and hard and well-built. It certainly didn't hurt that I hadn't been this aroused, or wanted sex this much since I'd first started dating my ex. It could've been a factor that I needed the money pretty badly if I was going to get out of this hick town and head back for a city. And the glass of scotch that the older brother held next to me, tipping it mouthful by mouthful into my mouth as I broke free of the kiss, had to have some impact.

Who knows? It felt like a good idea at the time, as they say.

Some of the whiskey spilled down my chin and over my breasts, and the man whose lap I was grinding myself into ducked his head to lap it off, pushing me back and struggling to undo the button and fly of his jeans as his tongue swept around the curves of my breasts and rasped softly over my nipples. I shivered with another rush of heat, feeling myself flood, and from the comments to either side of me, it wasn't something that went unnoticed by anyone there, leaving a dark stain on the material under me.

The men groaned and moved closer as he freed his cock from the confines of denim and cotton, thick and red, the head purpling from its constriction and slicked already and I felt hands lifting me, under my elbows and thighs and from both sides as he rubbed that big head up and down the soaked folds of my pussy, positioning himself as the older brother and one of the older men shifted their hands further under my thighs and between my legs to catch my labia and spread me out for him. His hair flopped back from his forehead when he tipped his head back, a soft groan rumbling in his chest as they lowered me over him and he pushed inside.

He was huge. Both thick and long, and I regained a modicum of control when I felt him stretching me out, wider and wider, repositioning my heels against the chair's rungs to control the slow slide down his length, giving me time to accommodate him, and him time to get used to the heat and pressure now throbbing around his cock.

When I'd taken the entire length, I rocked my hips sharply and started to rise again, and his hands tightened on my hips, his eyes wide and staring at me, the pupils hugely dilated at the slow-motion move.

"Fuck, I'm gonna explode," a voice said from somewhere in the near vicinity. I didn't look around, didn't pay any attention to the others at all, keeping my eyes on the man in front of me as I raised myself up him and let myself drop down on him, each time feeling more comfortable and each slow motion vertical thrust sending spasms through my thighs and my pussy, all the way back to my ass.

"Jesus Christ, that's me next," another voice said distantly.

"Take a fucking number."

"I just want to taste her."

"Think she'll do us two at a time?"

Even then I didn't really think of what I'd gotten myself into. 

"God, fuck him, baby, FUCK him!"

I did just that, speeding up and rolling my hips with each downward thrust, both of us breathing fast and hoarsely now, a sheen of sweat over his face, and his hips jerking under me, trying to get deeper, faster, as need built and built until he was shuddering in the chair.

I came seconds before he did, sliding down and stopping as the interior muscles clamped and rippled around him, washes of heat and pleasure coruscating through my nervous system until I had no idea where I was, could only feel, the thickness of him filling me completely, swollen and pulsing inside of me.

As the aftershocks dissipated I felt their hands again, lifting me off the young man. I opened my eyes to see the older dark-haired man to one side, the younger blond to the other then I was tilted back, laid out on the table and my arms and legs were lifted and held apart. Hands slid over my body, squeezing my breasts and pulling and tweaking my nipples, running up my thighs, fingertips spreading me open to all of their gazes and then slipping inside, pushing harder, deeper, two and then three, fucking me. They dipped through the come that dripped out of me, slicking it along to the crack of my ass, circling and pushing at my ass and finally thrusting in, twisting along the silken flesh there. No one spoke, and through my half-closed eyes, I could see their expressions were more or less identical, fixated and hungry, as they ducked their heads to taste and touch me more and more intimately, lips closing around my clit and sucking hard on it, a tongue thrusting into my pussy as someone else fingered my ass.




One Night at Cavanaugh's



"C'mon, guys, it's not a gang-bang," the deep voice of the older brother said chidingly. "Ante up, money on the counter and one at a time."

The older green-eyed man remained as the rest left, grumbling indistinctly as they followed the orders without question. He leaned over me, his tongue lapping at my breasts as his hands stroked down the length of my body, pulling sensation from the over-stimulated nerve endings, until I was shivering under his touch. His mouth trailed along the path of feeling left by his fingers and I arched up under it, legs spread wide as he tongued then enclosed my clit, his fingers pushing in, fucking me in time with the sucking. I was close to another orgasm, feeling the deep tremors through the muscles when he straightened up and pushed himself in, another long, thick cock, filling me up and stroking in and out, slowly, teasingly, until I arched up again and forced him deeper, both of us trembling a little at the feel, at the situation, at the way the men around us were watching.

The next one had me bent over the table face-down, his fingers pushing into my ass as his cock filled my pussy. The combination brought me off again, shorter but more intense, his cry when he came half-triumphant. Then the green-eyed brother helped me up from the table and wrapped his arm around me, my legs about as supportive as jelly as he half-walked, half-carried me to the bathroom to clean up.

I leaned on the sink, scooping the tepid water from the tap and splashing it over my breasts, taking a handful of tissues from the dispenser to wipe the come that had whitened my thighs. He stood by the sink and watched me, his eyes slightly hooded and his face expressionless. 

I looked at him through the mirror above the sink. "You and the blond don't want any tonight?" I asked, tired but curious. Both men had seemed to enjoy watching the others, neither had been pushing to get in. I got a short memory flash of his expression when the song had begun and wondered what he'd been thinking at that moment.

He grinned, dispelling the impression of brooding emotion, his gaze travelling speculatively from my heels up to my face. The frank appreciation on his face seemed to belie that other, sadder, feeling I'd gotten from him. "Think you can handle us tonight?"

I looked away. My pussy felt stretched out and sore, the muscles of my legs and back stiffening in the bathroom's cool temperature. Of all of them, he'd been the one I'd most wanted to fuck, but I had the feeling he was right. I wasn't in much shape to take him on.

"You got a room here?" he asked, and I shook my head.

"What about in town?" he persisted and I dropped my gaze to the sink, shaking my head again.

It seemed to silence him, for a moment at least. "Would you consider extending the engagement, by a few hours?" he asked. "I got a room in the motel in town."

I thought about it. There was the money. There was the chance of a shower and a decent bed to sleep in instead of the back seat of my car. And then there was him. Glancing back at him through the mirror, I had to admit that even without the promise of extra cash, a shower and a bed, I would've gone just because there was something about him, something dark, something intriguing, some hint of sadness under the looks that spoke more of a dangerous life than plastic-coated gyms and the fashion-conscious unmanliness of a lot of the guys I'd seen in the last few years.

"Sure," I said, before I could think of any of the number of good reasons there undoubtedly were that said it was a bad idea.

"Good," he said, waving at the pile of clothes on the end of the sink's counter. "Get dressed and we'll go."

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We got to the motel room and I walked in, looking around. There were two queen-sized beds, a long sofa, a table and chairs, a pint-sized kitchenette squeezed into one corner. 

"Bathroom's yours," the green-eyed man said, waving a hand toward it. "Don't use up all the hot water."

Behind him, the blond came in as well, and I shot him a look before turning for the much-needed shower. As I closed the door, I heard the blond say, "The Unforgiven? Really?"

I didn't hear the dark-haired man's response as the lock snicked shut. Stripping off in front of the mirror, I could see a number of faint bruises and hickeys, rising along my neck and over my breasts.

All the money I'd made from the evening, including my tips, was in my purse. I'd closed out the register, putting the bar's money, including the five hundred party tab into the safe before we'd left. I figured that after this last part of the evening, I could at least afford to move on, fill my car with gas and hit the road. The thought brought an odd feeling of melancholy with it, not the leaving, something to do with the man who waited in the other room, the one with the green eyes.

Stepping under the hard flow of hot water, I sighed with relief, turning around and letting it beat down my neck and back, turning back and reaching for the soap and lathering it over my breasts and neck and stomach, more gently between my legs.

The sense memories of the evening kept returning, fluxing through my nerves, making me tingle and flush with random heat and sensation. I hadn't thought that group sex was particularly my thing, but the feel of all those hands and mouths on me, all over me, the sounds of the soft moans and groans surrounding me, the sight of their faces, lost in arousal, flushed with desire, those came back strongly, making me squirm under the flow of hot water, my fingers rubbing against my clit as I closed my eyes and relived it all.

It didn't take much to wind the motor up again, I can tell you. Getting out of the shower, I dried off, unable to rub too briskly or thoroughly since it felt like every square inch of skin was hypersensitive.

When I walked back into the main room, my breath caught in my throat and I wondered again what the hell I was doing. 

Both men were lying naked on the bed, the contrast between dark and fair marked when seen side by side. They were hard and lean, with the bodies of athletes, I thought to myself, or soldiers, their musculature defined but not pumped the way a built physique is. The dark-haired man had a heavier build, broader shoulders, deeper chest, with small amounts of body hair over his chest and trailing down his abdomen to the curls between his legs. The blond's muscles were lighter but more defined and he had little hair except for the dark blond thatch curling around his penis. Neither was fully erect but their cocks twitched as I dropped the towel on the floor and walked toward them, the dark-haired man's long and very thick, the blond's a little longer but not so girthy.

I suppose I could've gotten all huffy about the set up, but I didn't. I'd been with two men at one time once before, an awkward occasion, physically at least, in college, too much need, too many fumbling false starts, too little foreplay and, I guess, too little experience, even between the three of us.

Looking at the men in front of me, I had the distinct feeling that they'd done this before, that lack of experience and awkward fumblings were not going to be a problem, and that a part of their excitement, as languidly expressed as it was, was that they enjoyed each other, as much as the woman they were with. Neither seemed gay, or even bi, just as comfortable with each other as brothers.

The green-eyed man grinned at me as I knelt on the edge of the bed, rolling onto his back and pulling me on top of him, his mouth covering mine in a kiss that burned a path through every nerve, his tongue exploring my mouth, teasing, neither too violent nor too wimpy, tracing the shape of my lips from the inside and those sweet, soft touches hardened my nipples and made me wetter than I already was. I could feel the blond's hands, running lightly down my back, fingertips trailing down the backs of my thighs and sliding back up to spread my cheeks and labia, and my body forgot how to breathe as I felt his warm breath over my ass and then his tongue, too firm to tickle, tasting, pushing.

They were playing me, as expertly as musicians, and I rolled over, giving a hollow mental laugh at my recollections of the college threesome as I lifted my arms above my head and stretched out, one to either side, their mouths leaving hot trails of agonising arousal over every inch of my body, their fingers drifting and probing, exploring and rubbing every conceivable erogenous area and drowning me in wave after wave of sharp-edged surprises, stabs and breathtaking whorls of sensual pleasure.

I was hardly aware of anything but the sensations crawling and rocketing through me as they moved me across the bed, my head falling back over the edge of one side, and my legs spread wide near the other. A long cock, rock hard and pearled at the head slipped between my lips and I opened my eyes, looking up at the blond as he smiled slowly down at me and pushed himself deeper into my mouth. Between my legs, I felt a tongue, lapping and thrusting into me, and then entry of a thick, steely cock and I closed my eyes again, the men at first alternating their strokes, then both moving together, thrusting harder and deeper down my throat and into my pussy. The sensation was strangely complimentary, the blond's hands holding the sides of my face as he angled himself carefully, his cock sliding over my tongue and across the ridges of my palate; the dark-haired man rubbing my clit as he pushed in and pulled out once to every two of the thrusts in my mouth. He lifted my legs, hooking my heels over his shoulders and went deeper, my ass lifting off the bed with every full, long plunge until the head was hitting my cervix, dragging over the bundles of nerves along the front wall of muscle, lighting me up, faster and faster.

My hips arched up involuntarily as the combination began to build an unbearable climax throughout my body, my breasts swelling and the nipples hardening, the internal muscles in my pussy swelling as well, despite the hard fucking they'd already seen that evening. I felt tight, every throbbing vein of the cock palpable to the silk lining of my cunt, and I felt slick and sweet and hotter than hell. 

At both ends, the men were panting, the blond's eyes almost closed, the dark-haired man's eyes heavy-lidded, watching his friend's cock slide in and out between my lips as his own started to ram into me in the same relentless rhythm.

Who the fuck knows what exact combination it is that drives orgasm in the female body? On any other day, this might've been boring - or torture - or something else. Today it was mind-blowing, and my body started to tremble, then shiver uncontrollably, a small personal earthquake that hummed from my chest through my lips and around the blond's cock, shook through my pelvis, thrumming the muscles inside the inferno of my pussy, rippling up and down the cock that was pushing in, a staccato beat of spasms and oscillations that clenched and released so fast I don't think the dark-haired man knew what the hell had hit him.

I came explosively, my back bowing up and a muffled groan vibrating heavily around the cock in my mouth, blowing the blond's control first, his half-strangled grunt culminating in the shooting of what felt like a gallon of come down my throat and taking the dark-haired man next, his hands grabbing my hips and holding me hard against him as he drove himself deeper in short, hard jabs, each one spilling a warm liquid load into me. Every one set off another set of temblors, the muscles in my thighs and back and stomach fluttering and twitching helplessly, the interior muscles clenching him so tightly he was milked out before he knew it.

When the last of those tight clenches eased off and faded away, he slid my legs from his shoulders and fell forward, his cock still in me, his eyes open, dark with the residual eddies of pleasure, looking down at me as he propped himself on his arms.

"Fuck me," he said, lifting one hand to wipe at the sheen of sweat that covered his brow.

"She just did, man," the blond said breathlessly, easing his softening cock from my mouth and flopping onto his back beside me. "And very thoroughly too."

I let my head roll to the side, looking at him. I don't think I could've said anything at that point, not for all the cash in the world. I thought I'd be feeling numb, or washed out, you know, that clean, empty feeling you feel when your whole body has been involved. But I wasn't. Even the rapidly shrinking cock in me was still sparking desire, a tingling that ran in steady trickles from my pussy outwards, making my toes curl, my breath catch.

The dark-haired man laughed and slid out of me, rolling onto his back on my other side, his eyes closing briefly. He levered himself onto one elbow after a moment, looking down at me, lifting his hand to run his thumb over my lower lip. I had enough time to think that it didn't seem to bother him that my mouth had just held his friend's cock when he leaned closer and kissed me.

All the trickling tingles got stronger. And stronger again as his hand slid down the curve of my neck and started to rub over my still-hard nipples.

He lifted his head and moved down a little, dropping his mouth over my breast, sucking on the nipple, gently at first, then with increasing ardour, his tongue swiping around the aureole, his teeth scraping over it. 

"I don't think she's had enough," he said to the blond a few seconds later, lifting his head and looking down at the glistening rock hard nipple.

"I could use a shower," the blond said in response, rolling onto his elbow and sliding two fingers down either side of my clit, slipping inside me. "Man, you filled her up."

"Yeah," the dark-haired man agreed lazily, his eyes meeting mine. "Come on."

The thought of the three of us in the cubicle, soap and steaming water in abundance, made me wonder if they already had something in mind, and that thought produced a fresh heat that spiralled slowly out from my pussy, a rill of liquid lubricating me again.

The blond got up, the mattress bouncing a little as his weight came off it, and walked to the bathroom, leaving the door open as he turned on the shower.

"You leave us plenty of water?" the dark-haired man said, ducking his head close to mine. I nodded.

He grinned and again I got the feeling the easy smiles were hiding something else. I couldn't imagine what. He seemed perfectly relaxed.

Rolling over, he sat up and grabbed my hand, pulling me off the bed and onto my feet, and walking me in front of him into the room that was now filled with clouds of steam, his hand at first at the small of my back, then sliding lower until he was cupping my ass.

"Ladies first," he said, and the blond turned around, pulling me under the flow of water and moving us both out of the way as he got in after me.

For maybe four or five minutes, all we did was wash. Heh, that sounds quite boring, doesn't it? It wasn't a matter-of-fact, scrub kind of wash. I was sandwiched between them, facing the dark-haired man, my back against the blond's chest and his slowly stiffening cock sliding up and down between the cheeks of my ass.

We had two cakes of soap and we passed them around between us, and within a very short time, we were still washing but it was getting more and more intimate, my hands sliding up and down their hardening cocks, their fingers slipping in and out of me. The dark-haired man bent his head and kissed me again and as I put my arms around his neck, he slid his hands then arms under my thighs, lifting me and holding me against his chest. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he stepped out of the shower.

I have to tell you, it gave me a very good indication of his strength. Like I said, I'm five-eight and I'm not all skin and bone. I haven't checked for a while but I probably come in around a hundred and thirty pounds, give or take, more than half his body weight, I thought. It didn't seem to affect him, he kept the kiss going without missing a beat.

Behind me, the blond's hands were slick with lubricant and I felt him touch the dark-haired man's cock, his hand between my legs, rubbing the lube up and down it. The sensations produced a groan the man exhaled into my mouth, and I opened my eyes, seeing his squeeze shut, his mouth still against mine, but no longer kissing, just resting there as his friend lubed him up. His eyes opened when I felt the hand slip back to my ass cheeks, two fingers swirling around my hole and pushing gently but insistently at it, smothering me in lube, I thought dazedly. For a few seconds, all my weight was held by the dark-haired man and me and I felt the hand move back between my legs, and the head of a rock-hard cock push against my pussy. As the cock slid in, the hand moved back and one finger, then two pushed into my ass, driving in at the same time as the cock in my pussy pushed up, both spreading and stretching me to either side. The head of the second cock entered me a few seconds later, and once inside, the two men shifted their grip, forearms under my thighs as they lifted me slightly, then let me fall, driving their hard cocks deep up inside me.

The sensation was unbelievable. And I do mean ... unbelievable. There was no weight or pressure on any part of my body, as I was lifted and dropped, just their steely shafts sliding in and out, reaching deeper than I think any other position could've managed, and because I didn't have do anything at all, my body was utterly loose and relaxed, the muscles vibrating with pleasure at each inward dual thrust, shaking in reaction as I was lifted again, the lube doing its job and making the slide frictionless and soul-shattering deep. They found a rhythm, both sharing my weight, their hips thrusting toward each other as I was dropped, swinging away slightly as I was raised again.

Neither was interested in going fast, at least not yet, the penetration deep but slow, smooth and easy. I could feel every inch of them, and thought they could feel every inch of each other, the eyes of the man I faced were half-closed, his concentration on the pleasure his cock was feeling, and behind me the blond's deep exhales blew against the back of my damp neck, sending shivers down my spine.

The longer it went on, that thick, simultaneous injection, filling me up and leaving me aching for more, the more relaxed my body got and the more I could feel, my head tipping back between them as it got harder and harder to breathe through the building frisson that seemed to be overtaking my nervous system. Shivery, ghostly trembles reached out along my legs, my toes curling and uncurling uncontrollably as it felt like my frickin' feet were going to orgasm on their own. My breasts were aching, fiercely throbbing, the nipples so tight and hard that every scrape up and down the chest of the man in front of me was a torturous blast of pleasure, shooting through my arms and up my neck. I noticed dazedly that my skin was flushed, looking at my arms, wrapped around the green-eyed man's neck, it was rose-red and filled with a languid molten heat that seemed to be slowly and insidiously invading every part of my body.

"Fuckin' Christ," the blond moaned behind me.

I could, I guess, give you dozens of metaphors for what it felt like, when the sensations on the semi-circle of nerves from my cunt to my ass started to overload. There's probably nothing that's going to describe it accurately enough, though. From the inside out, I started to shake, so fast at first that I couldn't figure out what the hell was happening, then the muscles contracted, violently, and I cried out as a pure charge of ecstasy - and I don't use that word lightly - blazed through me like a damned volcanic eruption. To either side, and without discussion, both men moved faster, rocking their hips into me as they lifted and dropped me, their breath rumbling in their chests, groaning and panting as a second wave shuddered right through me from my toes to the top of my head, a zig-zagging thunderbolt that seized my lungs and liquefied my muscles in one hit. I couldn't keep my grip around his neck, my arms falling limply to my sides and my head falling back onto the blond's shoulder as they fucked me through the violent convulsions in my groin. The blond came convulsively seconds later, hips rutting and jerking against my ass, his cock shooting his hot spray far up inside.




One Night at Cavanaugh's



The green-eyed man held on a fraction of a second longer, then pulled me hard against him, his teeth catching my shoulder, holding not biting, shooting his load into me, and I could feel his cock, squeezed tight by the rolling, sucking contractions that were still pummelling him, hear his low, drawn-out groan as his fingers splayed out and dug into my thighs, both of us, I think, losing track of what was him and what was me.

For what seemed like a long time, the three of us just clung together, the two men sandwiching me tightly, both leaning in, four legs more stable than two, I guess. It took a while for the aftershocks to stop rebounding, for me to become aware that they were softening, shrinking inside of me. 

I was, finally, I thought, satiated. Wrung out. Empty. Clean. Clear and transparent as a piece of glass. Barely there, to be honest. I could hardly make my arms lift and as they slipped out, the man holding me slid one arm under my back and the other under my legs, staggering both of us out of the bathroom and over to the closest bed. He half-fell onto it, getting a knee up in time to stop himself from crushing me, a long exhale as he manoeuvred himself around to lie along me gusting into my hair.

The blond wasn't far behind, but I didn't feel him collapse onto the bed beside me, because I was already gone.

~o-o-o-o-o-o-0-o-o-o-o-o-o~

There is something both utterly weird and completely comforting about waking up naked in a bed with a man's warmth and arms wrapped around me on both sides. Not that I'd done it enough times to make an empirical observation, but as a subjective opinion, I finally rated it eight out of ten. The two dropped points were because the men in question outweighed me by quite a large factor and I soon discovered I couldn't even turn over with them pressed up against me, one arm over my breasts, the other draped across my hips.

Lying there, cocooned and warm, it came to me that I love men. 

I love their bodies. I love the way they feel and the way their minds work. I love the hardness of their muscles, in such contrast to the plush, soft feel of a woman's body (well, those who aren't attempting to turn themselves into Sarah Connor, T2-style). I love the way they smell. And taste. And their generally straightforward approach to sex. They're enthusiastic. They might hide their romantic tendencies, but they nearly always have them. And men who've been raised well, who take their responsibilities seriously and have that strong protective streak are the most gorgeous men of all. Given what I'd spent the last ten hours doing, it might seem surprising that I hadn't realised it before, but I don't think I'd given the matter much thought until now.

I stretched out as much as I was able, every muscle in my body soft and loose and relaxed, my skin feeling like silk and my mind in a Zen-like state of calm happiness. Pheromones, they reckon, the scientists who want to qualify sex. Pheromones, shmeromones, I say back. It's the honesty that makes for unforgettable sex. Wanting to give and take the most pleasure. Not being afraid of what anyone thinks. That's all.

Letting the previous night's memories trickle back, feeling the return of those tingles, those tantalising, tickling, trickling tingles, I let my hands wander over the bodies I was squashed between, stroking, smoothing, caressing and rubbing, watching their eyelids tremble when I touched a place that stirred a response, watching the muscles flutter a little under their skin when it was a hot spot. 

I felt like a rampant, rapacious whoring slut, and it felt good. Before you think too badly of me, I'd like to point out in my defence that the now-departed-with-my-savings-ex had been ... well, to put it kindly ... unimaginative in bed. A few nipple twists, a couple of swipes with his tongue in the vague region and on top, in and out, all done in about five minutes. I hadn't had a satisfying orgasm with him for the eighteen months we'd been going out, and I hadn't an orgasm like those I'd had the previous night, inhibitions be damned, ever. So, as Stephen King once wrote, I was developing a greed for a mature woman's appreciation of good sex. Actually, I was developing a raging addiction for the way I'd felt last night, if you want to get technical about it.

It didn't take too long for the restrictions in my range of movement to become irritating, and I wriggled out from under their heavy arms and sat between them, indulging myself with their supine bodies, getting wet as I watched their cocks harden and twitch, their sacs fill and become round and distended. 

I leaned over the blond's shaft and ran my tongue down its length, wrapping a hand around the base and sliding my other hand up and down the dark-haired man's rapidly engorging club of a penis. I switched back and forth, between them, slicking and coating them with as much saliva as I could muster, working those long cocks until the veins throbbed in them. Both must've been awake, or close to it by now but neither opened their eyes, hips lifting and jerking a little as they got closer, drops of pearly liquid spilling from the thick heads. I saw the blond's hands clutch hard at the sheets under him and squeezed and sucked, swallowing down the come as it pumped into my mouth, milking him out until he stopped moving at all, then I turned, my gaze lifting to the dark-haired man's face and seeing his eyes half-open, watching me as I took him down my throat, relaxing my jaw and sucking him in. He arched up, driving himself deeper into my mouth, his chest rumbling with a groan he didn't quite let out and I had to swallow fast, pumping him hard as his cock pulsed with each thick spurt over my tongue.

He fell back with a loud, gusting exhale, eyes closed, and I sucked him more gently, licking off the last of his come as I let him go, lifting my head to see his friend watching me, his expression unreadable.

"How the fuck is it that you're not married and chained to a bed?" the dark-haired man said after a few minutes. He propped himself on his elbows, looking down the length of his body at me.

"Who said I'm not?" I asked him, smiling lazily as I stretched out across their legs. I was horny again, deliciously, wantonly so, but in no rush. They'd last a lot longer now.

"I say," he retorted lightly, leaning forward and catching my wrist and pulling me up until I was lying beside him. "No way you'd be running around like this if you belonged to someone."

I made a face at him at the comment. "I belong to me."

His mouth stretched out in a slowly growing grin as he slid his hand down my body, curling his fingers between my legs, pushing them inside insistently. I shivered against him and the smile got wider. "I rest my case."

"Well, my last boyfriend ran off with the waitress from the diner," I told him, wriggling a little higher and sliding one leg over his hips to give him more access.

"Bullshit," the blond said, closing the gap between us and pulling me over to start lapping my breasts. "No one's that crazy."

I lifted my arms above my head, privately agreeing. "He didn't have the special skills to bring out what you two have," I told them, giving credit where it was due. "Darla's a better match for him."

"Darla? Seriously?" the dark-haired man muttered against the back of my neck.

"You heard it here first," I said, closing my eyes as the blond left a trail of fiery kisses down my stomach and pushed my legs apart, crawling between them.

"I take it back," the blond murmured, his tongue hot and soft as it flicked over my clit. "There is someone that crazy."

"Mmm," the man behind me said, rolling closer, his mouth closing over my breast, sucking it hard and pulling back to tug and graze his teeth over the nipple. I was so goddamned aroused by what they were doing, I had to retract my not-in-a-rush mental statement.

"You want to be fucked again, baby?" the dark-haired man asked, his voice deep and low and gentle, lifting his head as he rubbed the palm of his hand over my breasts, the calluses catching on the hard nipples and twisting them a little, the sensation sharp and languidly sensual at the same time.

"Yes," I moaned, my hips arching as the blond started to tongue-fuck and finger me simultaneously.

"Ask for it," the dark-haired man said, leaning over me, his breath on my lips, his eyes staring into mine. "Tell us exactly what you want us to do, and how you want us to do it."

"Oh god." I licked at his lips, wanting him to kiss me as deeply as the blond was tonguing my pussy. "I w-w-want-I want you to kiss me, I want-I want you fuck me, both together, I-I-I want you to touch me, and feel me, taste and lick and suck on my-"

That must have been detailed enough because he groaned softly and covered my mouth with his, thrusting his tongue in at the same time as the blond between my legs did.

The body has a lot of erogenous zones, some of which tend be pretty universal, some which are particular to each person. They hit them all, teasing out responses that shocked me, unmindful of each other's nakedness, brushing over and past each other without worrying about what was touching or rubbing against what. That was a surprisingly big turn on as well. The biggest, though, was watching their faces. They were very aroused, their concentration occasionally marred by that desire, by what they were doing to me. I don't know why that was a surprise, maybe because the men in my life till now had been more concerned with their dicks than the whole experience? Got me, all I know is that I was soaked and shaking with the need for them in what seemed a short time, and they were both rock-hard by the time they decided I was ready for them.

The blond rolled onto his back, pulling me on top of him, his arms wrapped around me as he kissed me. He was a good kisser, there was no doubt about it, but it didn't have the same effect as being kissed by the dark-haired man, and I tried to make sure that didn't show.

The dark-haired man's hands slid down my back, his breath light over my cheeks as he drew them apart and slid his tongue down the crease. I forgot about the relative merits of kissing as it reached my asshole, every part of me flushing with a turgid heat. I felt his hand between my legs, belatedly realising he had the blond's cock in it and was stroking the head against my pussy, my mental image of that just about tipping me over on its own. Under me, the blond was panting, his legs spread to give the other man access, and his eyes screwed shut as the dark-haired man guided him into me. He stayed still, the long length of him filling me, as the dark-haired man turned his attention back to my ass.

He slid one finger in, gently at first, then pushed it in further, and began to stretch me out. The blond rocked his hips slowly, his cock sliding in and out, in time with the finger, then it was two fingers, and then three and the rhythm got faster, more beat to it, and I felt myself starting that long process to liquification as that cock and those fingers stimulated those pleasure centres more and more deeply.

They say you have to be extremely aroused to enjoy double penetration and I'll vouch for that. There was no way in hell I could have been any more aroused than I was under the attentions of the two men, and I wanted - no, needed - them inside of me, filling me entirely from front to back. It was a yearning desperation, an insatiable itch, an unbearable, unendurable craving by the time the head of the dark-haired man's cock pushed up against my hole, wet with the cool stickiness of the lube. I pushed back against him and heard his soft chuckle, his hands spreading my cheeks as he pushed again, the lube slicking the entrance and my body welcoming his intrusion, impatient at his deliberate, slow progress.

He inched in as if he knew how maddening I was finding it, then relented, thrusting all the way in a long but not fast push, until I felt his hips against my cheeks and his balls against the cock in my pussy. I looked down at the blond, seeing his eyes darken, his cock nestled against the other man's inside of me, just a thin barrier of skin between them, heat and pressure surrounding them both. And I slid back on him, pushing against the cock in my ass, both men jerking a little at the move. Behind me, the dark-haired man started to pump, leisurely at first, lazily even, and then faster, and then harder and then pretty much everything dissolved in a tangle of paired and conflicting sensations, his thrusting driving me forward and pulling me back, the blond's cock sliding in and out of my saturated pussy to his rhythm.

As before, I got lost fast, although I didn't have the luxury of abandoning my body to the pleasure completely in this position. It gave me more control, I found, to push back harder, to speed them up or slow them down and I could rock my hips, from side to side or back and forth, twisting them inside a little, pulling at them. The blond's head scraped over the clump of nerves at the front of my pussy with every single breathtaking stroke, in or out, and the other cock was hitting a similarly sensitive area, somewhere deep inside that sent shocking reverberations detonating along every nerve I had and lit me up like a fucking pinball machine.

I wasn't expecting it, when the first temblors hit my cunt, and I started to shudder, my hips shaking as my body began to vibrate uncontrollably. I couldn't suck in air, my chest hitching as I struggled for every breath and every muscle surrounding those thick shafts started fibrillating along their lengths then spasming hard around them. 

I could feel it, through a tidal wave of pleasure that kept coming and coming, submerging and drowning me, I could see it in the blond's eyes, snapping wide open as the staccato pulsations rippled up him, his mouth falling open, hips ramming convulsively into my thighs. I heard the dark-haired man cry out behind me, felt his fingers curl around my shoulders, yanking me back onto him as he came hard, and it made the rolling waves that were filling me up higher and wider, punctuated by high-voltage shocks that made me jitter between them.

Vesuvius? Krakatoa? Pinatubo? Defective fireworks in comparison. Just sayin'.

I collapsed onto the blond's chest, and the dark-haired man collapsed onto me, none of us moving apart from the involuntary twitches, trembles and panting that followed for what seemed like a long time afterward. Behind the blackness of my closed eyelids, colours were sparkling and exploding, I wasn't sure if that was due to the lack of oxygen, or the lack of blood to the brain. I can't say I cared much in either case. I wanted to stay here, preferably forever, my body warm, pinwheels of sensation crackling along the nerve ends and slowly, slowly dissipating, warm skin against mine, and the comforting, crushing weight of men on both sides of me.

Eventually, though, it stops being so comfortable. The dark-haired man rolled off me when his cock had softened, leaving an arm over my lower back. I straightened out my legs with some difficulty and eased myself off the blond, who didn't move at all, but whose chest did rise and take a deeper breath, the first one he'd been able to get for the last five minutes, I guessed.

I was surprised, very pleasantly so, when the dark-haired man's arms came around me and he pulled me close, his mouth feathering over mine, his tongue teasing my lips open. I wound my arms around his neck and kissed him back, feeling that feeling again, that half-sorrowful, half-yearning feeling from him, mixed up with the aftermath of sense memories of the last however long it'd been.

I opened my eyes to see him looking at me, his pupils still big, hiding most of the deep green irises, an expression in them I couldn't quite get.

"You get what you wanted?" he asked against my mouth, his voice soft and deep enough to drown in.

"Oh yeah," I told him honestly. "All of it and more."

Looking at him, it shocked me to realise I didn't want him to leave. I'd been kidding myself for hours that it was just sex, that he was an interlude, a passing ship, all those fucking clichés.

Some of it must have shown in my face, because his eyes widened fractionally as he asked, "What?"

I didn't know what to say. I didn't even know his name.

"You heading out today?" I asked instead, my brain feverishly thinking up more and more outlandish plots to convince him to stay a bit longer.

He nodded, glancing past me to the blond lying on the other side. "In a couple of hours."

"Could I get a ride?" I blurted out. "If you're heading for a city?"

He pulled back a little, his expression considering as he thought about it, then he nodded again. "Sure."

I thought of my car, filled with my stuff, and pushed it aside. Whatever it was, alchemy or destiny or something else, that made his kisses as intoxicating as fine wine, his touch as addictive as the most potent heroin, something in me didn't want to just let that go.

I didn't want to move but I got up, wriggling backwards off the bed and going to the bathroom. As I started to close the door, I heard the blond say, "You fucking kiddin', man? Your old man'll kill you if you take her along."

"Just a ride, Caleb," he said in response. "Not getting married."

"Just a ride, now," the blond said, his voice thickening with anger. "Then what?"

"Then we'll see."

I closed the door and leaned back against it, my heart pounding like a jackhammer against my ribs. Did it mean anything? I didn't know. What I did know was that I dripping their come on the floor, checkout was in an hour's time and I had to make a fast decision about my stuff. What I knew was that he wanted me with him, for however long and that, right now, was enough.



One Night at Daddy's Office



I'd always spent my summers working in Daddy's insurance office, at least since I turned sixteen I did. I'd type and answer phones and run errands and clean up and generally make myself useful. That was in addition to taking care of everything at home. See, Mom died when I was thirteen, and, well, it's been just me and Daddy ever since, so I had to learn pretty quick how to take care of things. It was just him and me, and he did a pretty good job of being both a mom and a dad to me. 

Well, I went away to college this year and things changed a little for me. I'd dated and everything in high school, but never let the boys I was with do much. Except for Bobby. We kind of grew up together, and, well, we kind of explored. You know, we played "doctor" when we were kids and we did a little more when we got older. Anyway, I turned eighteen my senior year and I'd decided that I wasn't going to go to college a virgin, and Bobby, well he was sweet and I always knew that he'd be the one.

It was all very traditional and kind of American Pie like. We went to prom, and after to a party. And then, well, we'd gotten a motel room and Bobby and I made love and it was wonderful and exciting and sweet and special. Daddy didn't want to talk much the next day and I guess he knew what had happened, but it didn't really change things between us. 

At college things changed, at least when it came to me and sex. My roommate, Bethany, was a bit further along that road than I was. About two days after we got there she showed me her toy collection – she had a couple of dildos and one of those rabbit vibrators you hear about and a back massager and a little silver egg vibrator. And she insisted we share. And, well, let's just say I learned to enjoy sex and came to the decision that sex could just be sex, and even though it was better if you were in love, like I was kind of with Bobby, it was a whole lot of fun even if you weren't.

So I came back to Daddy's office that summer with a whole different attitude about some things. And all the innocent flirting and little jokes that Mr. Addemly, Daddy's partner, used to make made me think about things that I never had before. And there was a new person there, Mr. Kennest, and he was pretty good looking and a little younger than Daddy and Mr. Addemly, who both had just turned fifty that year.

One thing we had always done in Daddy's office, every couple of weeks when we had to stay late and finish up all the accounts, was to have a pizza or something together and then play poker. It was fun, and Mr. Addemly used to tease about playing strip poker someday, and I'd blush and Daddy would tease me a little and I'd blush some more. 

But this summer when it happened about two weeks after I came home from school I felt a little different. I blushed, like always, but Mr. Kennest joined in a little and I was kind of squirming because, well, you know, because I kind of liked the idea, especially if he was going to be there.

I thought about it a little during the few days after it happened, but I was a little uncomfortable with the idea. I mean, I grew up with Mr. Addemly. And Daddy hadn't seen me naked since I was a little girl and he didn't know, at least I think he didn't, that I shaved my pubic hair now and only had a little triangular patch right above but kept my labia pretty much hairless all the time now.

Still, I'd thought to myself back then, it'd never really happen so what did I have to worry about? And Bobby and I were kind of fooling around a good bit, since he'd come home from school at the same time I did.

It all changed at the end of July. Daddy had gone out of town to meet with a big client who had moved away but still did business with Daddy. Bobby's parents had dragged him off to visit his grandmother at the same time. So I was by myself and, well, sometimes masturbating just isn't enough.

We all stayed late one night to work on the accounts so everything would be up-to-date when Daddy came back. Mrs. Lemington, Daddy's secretary, had to leave early, so it was just me and Mr. Addemly and Mr. Kennest After we finished the accounts we had a pizza, and then sat around the table and got out the cards.

We played a few hands, and then Mr. Addemly made a little joke about playing strip poker. But this time, instead of blushing, I said "Why not? It's hot in here and it would be nice to be wearing fewer clothes and I bet I can beat both your butts anyway." 

I was kind of bluffing, but I was also half serious, which surprised me. But once I'd said it I wasn't going to back down.

"Are you sure, Maggie?" Mr. Addemly said. "I was just teasing, you know."

I was sure. I knew Mr. Addemly and his wife were swingers – I'd seen their pictures and ad on a web site my roommate had shown me one night. I was really surprised, but right then it kind of worked into what was going on since the ad had been pretty clear about the two of them playing together and apart. 

Mr. Kennest spoke up, too. "Maggie, you have to be kidding." He was divorced so I figured he was available, and probably horny.

"No, I'm not. I bet I can beat both your butts. You'll be naked and I'll be dressed and you'll feel silly for having teased me all this time."

"But Maggie..." Mr. Addemly said.

"But nothing. Deal!" I demanded.

Mr. Addemly and Mr. Kennest looked at each other, and at me.

"Ok," Mr. Kennest said. "But no-one ever says anything about this, especially to your father."

"Ok," I said.

Mr. Addemly dealt the cards for Blackjack. I got a queen and an eight. Mr. K got a seven and a five, and Mr. Addemly a ten and a four. I was feeling pretty good, so I stood on my eighteen. Mr. K took a hit, and busted with a jack. He took off his shoes and socks.

On the next hand I got a blackjack, and Mr. K got a nine and an eight. Mr. A. got a four and seven, and then a three. He took one more card and it was a nine, and he lost his shoes and socks.

We went on like that for a while, and I was pretty lucky. I lost my pumps on the fifth hand, and my hose on the sixth (Daddy ran a very formal office and Mrs. Lemington and I had to wear hose and dresses or suits and the men all had to wear coats and ties.) But I was still basically dressed, although I had teased the two men by turning around and pulling my skirt up a little and letting them see my panties before I tugged off my pantyhose.

We kept playing, and both Mr. Kennest and Mr. Addemly were in only their shirts and boxers when things started going bad for me. I'd only lost the jacket to my suit, so I was feeling pretty good about things. Boy, was I about to find out how wrong I was. 

First I lost when Mr. A. drew a seven to get 21 and Mr. K had nineteen to my eighteen. I slipped off my skirt and was sitting there in my slip and blouse. Then I lost again when I bust after drawing a six and a seven. I slipped off my blouse. I was still pretty modest, since I had a full slip on, but things weren't going the way I thought they would – at least sort of. 

Well, Mr. Kennest lost next, and he took off his shirt and he has a really nice chest and a nice flat stomach, at least for a man in his forties. But then I lost, and took off my slip and was just in my bra and panties. Thank god I was wearing matching ones that day – nice ones I'd just got – pale yellow with lace on the bra and lace panels on the hips of my bikini panties. Both of the men got kind of pale, but they both kept looking at me. Or at least at my breasts in my lacy yellow bra. I felt my nipples get hard. They do that all the time. It can be embarrassing. But it was a little exciting that night.

Mr. A. lost his shirt on the next hand. I was still pretty nervous. I was going to have reveal something pretty serious if I didn't keep winning.

I didn't. 

When I lost the next hand I stood up slowly, took a deep breath, and reached behind me to unfasten my bra. 

"Maggie, you don't have to, you know. This is far enough," Mr. Addemly said.

"No," I said. "It's all right. I lost fair and square and now you get to see my breasts. I hope you like them."

I unhooked my bra and shrugged it off. Actually, I think I have pretty nice breasts, but since the only people who had ever seen them were me, my roommate, my doctors, and a few boys, I was a little worried what two older men would think. I'm a 36B if you're really interested, and my nipples are smallish and light brown and kind of perched up high on my breasts. I wear my hair kind of long, and the tips of it just brushed over my nipples. They got even harder.

"Oh my god!" Mr. Kennest sighed.

"Goodness!" said Mr. Addemly. "You certainly have grown up, Maggie."

They were both staring pretty hard at me, and Mr. Kennest had one hand in his lap. 

Now I finally blushed and quickly sat down at the table, crossing my arms in front of me. It was pretty clear that they both were getting hard, and I think Mr. Kennest was playing with himself.

The next hand was nerve racking. Mr. K. dealt. I got a nine. Mr. A got an ace. Mr. K. got a ten. He went around again. I got a three. Mr. A got a king – 21! Now it was between Mr. K and me. He turned over his card. Another ten! 

"Oh, geez," I though. "This isn't good." I needed a nine. Mr. K turned over the card – another three. Fifteen! I had to take another card. An ace! Sixteen! This was getting to be too much. One more – seven, bust!

"Well gentlemen," I said, getting up slowly. "I guess I should have kept my mouth shut." I turned around and looked over my shoulder. Both men had pushed back a little from the table, and it was clear they were both erect now. Mr. Kennest's penis was even poking up a little over the waistband of his boxers. I hooked my hands in the waistband of my panties and slowly slipped them down over my butt, then down my legs to the floor. I stepped out of them, and then turned around.

"Maggie, you're gorgeous," said Mr. Kennest. Mr. Addemly's eyes were fixed on my shaved pubis. I felt myself begin to get a little excited.

"Thank you," I said. "But it's only 8:30. How are we going to play now?" I had a pretty good idea, but though I'd tease them a little.

"Well, I think that's up to you," Mr. Kennest said.

"Ok," I said. "I'll tell you what. Bobby's been out of town for a few days just like Daddy, and I'm horny. So, if I win you keep stripping. If you win I'll do something nice for you. And when we're all naked, well..."

"Maggie," Mr. A said. "Do you know what you're saying?"

"Yes, I do," I replied. I leaned back in my chair, spread my legs, and ran a finger up the crevice between my labia. "I do." I wasn't real wet yet, but I pretended I was and stuck my finger in my mouth and sucked on it.

Mr. K dealt quickly now. I got twenty, he got twenty, and Mr. A bust with two eights and a six. He stood up and slipped out of his boxers. His penis wasn't all the way erect, but it showed promise. 

"Yummm," I said, teasing him.

Mr. A sat down pretty quick. He was blushing now.

Mr. K dealt again. He had a king and a seven. Mr. A. had a nine and an eight. I got an ace, but then five. I took a hit. A seven. I had to take another card again. Ten. Bust!

"You can touch my breasts," I told Mr. Addemly and slid my chair over closer to him. He tentatively reached out with both hands and gently caressed them. It felt really nice, especially when he ran his thumbs over my nipples and they got hard.

"That's enough," I said after a minute or so. I pushed my chair away from his. Mr. K's boxers were all tented up with his erection and Mr. A's cock had goteen nice and hard while he was feeling me up. I felt myself getting right to the edge, right before I lubricate.

Mr. K dealt again, and this time he lost. Now we were all naked.

"Ok," I said, taking a deep breath. "This hand is for the pot. My honey pot. If one of you wins, I'll give you a blow job. If I win, the loser gets to eat me." It was pretty clear now to all of us that I was ready to have sex with them and it was going to turn into kind of a fantasy evening.

Mr. K's hands shook as he dealt the cards. He got seventeen. Mr. A got nineteen. I got eighteen.

"Hmm," I said. "I guess I'm in the middle. How do I handle this?"

I thought for a minute and then I climbed up on the table and lay down with my butt right on the edge in front of Mr. Kennest. I draped my legs over his shoulders. 

"Mr. A, come over here where I can get at you," I said. He stood up and moved over so he was standing next to my face. I reached out and started stroking his cock. It was nicer than I thought at first – about seven inches long and five around – nice and thick. I leaned over and licked the tip of it.

Mr. K started licking me then, and let me tell you, he was good at it. His tongue went all over me at first – on my thighs and over my labia, and then pushing between them. He'd give me little butterfly licks and kisses, and then push his tongue into my vagina, and then lap it up over my clit, and then some butterfly licks and he'd start all over again. I was squirming. It felt really good.

While he was doing that I was giving Mr. Addemly the best blow job I knew how. I had one hand on the base of his cock and was jerking him with that, and I licked all around the tip before I sucked it into my mouth. Pretty soon I got into a rhythm, jerking him and moving my head up and down and licking him and he started groaning. I played with his balls a little with my other hand, and then I sucked him in as deep as I could – so my nose was pushed up against his pubic hair and then really slowly let him slip out of my mouth almost all the way. 

"Maggie, I'm close," he said.

That made me just try harder. Mr. K was driving me nuts – he seemed to know when I was getting right up to the edge, and then he'd back off. None of the boys at school knew about doing that. He was kind of tormenting me and I figured if I get Mr. A off then I could get up and push Mr. K down and ride him and have a really good orgasm.

I felt Mr. Addemly's balls tighten up, and I sucked really hard and then he was groaning and pushing himself deep in my mouth and he came. I sucked and swallowed it all down and kept it up until he pushed me away because he was done and it was all a little too much.

"Oh, Maggie," he sighed when he was free from my grasp. "That was tremendous."

"Was it as good as her mother was?"

We all froze and looked over at the voice we heard. It was Daddy! He was standing in the door of the room. We hadn't heard him come in!

I didn't notice really at first, because I was scared, but after I got over the shock of hearing him, I noticed he was naked and was playing with himself. And geez, he was big! Longer and thicker than Mr. Addemly, and he had about as big a cock as I'd ever seen.

"Well Phil, it's been a long time," Mr. Addemly replied, quietly. He seemed to be handling being caught with his dick in his partner's daughter's mouth pretty well. "But, as best I remember, she's every bit as good as Anne was."

I was kind of shocked. Mommy had sucked off Mr. Addemly? Daddy had never told me anything about that. I guess he wouldn't have, but still, it's kind of a surprise to find out your parents fooled around with their business partners.

"She looks and is acting so much like her mother did at that age, I just wondered," Daddy said. He walked over to the table and looked at me, all naked and stretched out. My legs were still over Mr. Kennest's shoulders, and he'd stopped licking me, but I was still dripping wet and really horny.

"I always wondered about you and sex," he said, looking at me. His penis was still hard and sticking out. "I knew you and Bobby fooled around some, and I guess you and he lost your virginity together that night at the prom. But something tells me you learned more than history and calculus at college this year."

"Daddy.." I stammered. I hated Mr. K right then. Even when Daddy was talking to me he was running his fingers up an down me and even pushing inside me. I was so horny, and there were these three men all around the table, and I was propped up on my elbows a little, but they were all still staring at me, and they weren't making a lot of eye contact. I felt a little dribble of moisture slip out of me and run down towards my butt.

"You look so much like your mother," Daddy repeated. He moved over towards me and Mr. K got up and moved out of Daddy's way. He stood right in front of me and picked up my legs. "It's ok, sweetie. She loved both of us, and she enjoyed sex immensely, and we always hoped you would too. That's why I never said much about you and Bobby, but I made sure Dr. Jensen knew it was ok to put you on the pill."

Dr. Jensen was my gynecologist. Mommy had taken me to see her not long after I got my first period, and Daddy had made sure I went to her regularly, too. When I was sixteen she suggested I go on the pill, just in case, since I told her that Bobby and I fooled around a little bit.

"So much like your mother," he said, stepping a little closer to me. I was so damn horny. All I could do was look at the big cock of his. But he was my Daddy. 

He let the tip of his cock brush against me and it was all over. I didn't care if he was my Daddy, I wanted that big cock in me, and in me right now. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him toward me. His cock slipped up over my pussy and his balls nestled against my butt. Oh god it felt so good.

"I love you Maggie," Daddy said. And then he pulled back a little, grabbed himself and slipped his big cock into my soaking wet pussy.

I've always loved that first moment when a cock slides into me and stretches me open and fills me up. It feels so good. And Daddy's was the biggest cock I'd ever had and it stretched me wider open and went in deeper than anyone had ever before.

I pushed my hips up against Daddy and he pushed in even deeper and then we just started fucking like we'd been doing it forever. Daddy just kept pounding into me, faster and faster, and I pushed my hips against him and squeezed down around him. It was wonderful – I'd never felt so good during sex, ever. And Mr. A and Mr. K were standing there watching us and it was so dirty and exciting and felt so wonderful.

Then Daddy reached down between us and started playing with my clit. He pinched it a little and rubbed around and around and I just about blacked out it felt so good.

"Come for me Maggie, come for me," he whispered, pounding into me and rubbing my clit and making me see stars.

The orgasm just slammed into me. Sometimes I feel it building and building, kind of like when Mr. K was licking me, but this one just jumped up and slammed into me and all of a sudden I was spasming around Daddy's big, thick cock and pushing up against him and screaming and yelling and pounding the table because it felt so good.

"Oh, fuck, yes," I heard Daddy say, and then he was pushing even harder against me and I felt him coming inside me and filling me with his hot sperm and I kind of blacked out it felt so good. Daddy just kept pushing himself into me and it took a while for both of us to calm down.

"Just like your mother," he said to me as he slipped out of me. "Just like your mother."

I kind of came back to my senses then and realized that Mr. A. and Mr. K were still there and they both were tugging on themselves. And I got horny all over again. The best orgasm I ever had, I'm barely done with it, and I want more cock. I got up off the table.

"Well, you two look like you enjoyed watching that," I said to them.

"It was very exciting," Mr. K said. He just couldn't take his eyes off my boobs. 

"You are very lovely, and even more so in the throes of orgasm," Mr. A. said. He always talked like that – kind of formal, but you knew he wasn't trying to be snobby.

"Well," I said, "I'm still horny and you won the card game, so I think I need to take care of you, too."




One Night at Daddy's Office



"Just like your mother," Daddy said again. "One big orgasm was never enough. She always wanted more."

"Well, I do," I said, pouting a little. "So Mr. A lie down on the floor and Mr. K. stand by."

Mr. A. got down on the floor like I told him while I went and got my purse. I'd been to the store earlier that day, since Bobby was going to be getting back the next day, and I had some lube. I was going to let Bobby ass fuck me when he got back so I was just getting ready. I put some lube in my pussy, since even though I was still horny Daddy had pretty much used me up, and then I pushed some up my butt. I'd never been double fucked by two men – just by my roommate Leslie with a strap-on and a boy we surprised one night – and I wanted to try it. 

The men were all a little surprised at what I was doing, but they didn't take long to figure out what I was up to, especially after I rubbed lube all over Mr. K's cock. 

I straddled Mr. A. and sank down on his cock. It didn't fill me up like Daddy did, but it felt real nice. Then I bent forward.

"Ok, Mr. Kennest, put yourself in my ass."

"Oh god," he said, as he shuffled up on his knees behind me. He grabbed his cock and put it up against my asshole and started pushing.

Like I said, Leslie had butt-fucked me with her strap-on, and I'd let a Bobby do it a few times, so I wasn't an anal virgin, but it did take me a little while to relax enough so he could get into me. He pushed the tip in, and it hurt, so I made him stop for a minute until I could relax. I said ok, and he pushed in a little deeper, and I made him stop again until I could relax some more. Finally he got all the way in.

Having two cocks inside you is a really weird feeling. You feel really full, and you can feel them pressing against each other through the membranes inside you. But when we all started moving I stopped thinking about feeling full and just concentrated on how damn good it felt. I'd rock forward, and they'd slip out a little, and then rock back and they'd push into me and stretch me wide open. We took it kind of slow, and it felt wonderful, and this time it was one of those slower orgasms that build and build and then break over you like a wave.

Mr. K came first. He was pretty quiet – but all of a sudden I could hear him panting and grunting and he was pushing into my ass really hard and then I felt him come and it was all warm and crawly inside my ass. I love the feel of a man coming in my ass. 

Well, he started to slip out and that's when my orgasm started – right when he pulled out and my asshole clenched shut and I felt kind of empty but still full because Mr. A. was still in my pussy. I'm afraid I was kind of rude – for some reason when it hit me I started screaming and cussing – "Oh shit, oh fuck, oh damn that's it, that's it, oh fuck, oh push up into me Mr. A. make me come hard" – and stuff like that. I've never done much more than groan and moan and sigh, but it just came out and it felt good.

I finished and I could feel Mr. A. pushing up into me trying to finish off so I started squeezing and relaxing my pussy around his nice hard cock like Leslie had taught me. It makes men come faster so if you're bored he finishes up and if you like him it's like you're milking it out of him. And Mr. A started grunting and moaning and then pushed up into me one last time while I was squeezing real hard and I felt him come a little but I was squeezing so hard I pushed him right out of me and when he fell out of me he was squirting all over my stomach and his.

After I climbed off Mr. A – and we all cleaned up and got dressed – we all kind of stood around looking a little embarrassed. 

"Well honey," Daddy said, "I guess we found out you're quite a woman tonight. But this was a very special occasion. I don't think it would be good if this kind of thing happened every time we get together to finish up the files and play poker."

We all agreed that he was right. I gave Mr. A and Mr. K a kiss goodnight and I squeezed their dicks just to tease them a little, and we all went home.

Daddy and I had a long talk when we got home. He talked about him and Mommy, and how they were swingers when she was alive, and how they felt about sex and love and how being in love and doing things together was very important to them, and especially because doing things for them included having sex with other people. And we talked about what had happened that night and that incest was not the kind of thing that most people understood. 

I thought a lot about all the things he said to me. And I thought about how most of the people I knew wouldn't understand that I'd had sex with my father and I liked it. I'm not sure I even understood it completely. But we talked some more about it, and he talked about emotional distance, and in the end we agreed that having sex wasn't something we were going to do very much, if at all, except maybe on very special occasions.

I asked Daddy about swinging that night and about what he and Mommy used to do, and about Mr. and Mrs. A. He told me about how things had started, and about the group they belonged to, and he still did. And he talked even more about the emotions and the feelings and the principles and all kinds of stuff that make swinging work for some people and not for others.

Next weekend Daddy's going to take me and Bobby to a party with his swinging friends. We're not going to do anything together, at least we don't think so. And he said we could just watch if we wanted, or do more, maybe just with each other or with the other people there. Daddy says we may be the youngest couple there, so we might be very popular. I'm looking forward to it. Bobby's kind of nervous, since he's never had sex with anyone but me, but I think he's going to enjoy it, especially if I can find another woman so we can both do him at once.



One Night at Home



This is my first time writing, let me know what you think.

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Oh my God! The feelings washing over me were unbelievable. Tina's mouth was amazing. Her tongue swirling over my cock head then plunging down and sucking hard on the way back up, starting the cycle again.All the while Tina was fondling my balls gently. All this was driving me crazy, bringing me closer and closer to the point of no return. I was in heaven. 

I looked down at my sister Tina, her cheeks blowing out as she plunged down, then sucking in as she pulled back up. She was so beautiful, large blue eyes, long auburn hair, and the softest, fairest skin I have ever known. Watching Tina preform her ministrations I began to reminisce of our first sexual encounter. It all started one fateful night shortly after Tina's 18th birthday... (that's for latter though) 

I was snapped from my reminiscing, by a slight squeeze on my nuts. Tina was looking up at me with a gleam in her eye. but she never stopped what she was doing. Then came the point of no return. My cock enlarging slightly,and my nuts sucking up. Tina withdrew so that only my cock head was in her mouth, and started pumping my shaft. My hot load bubbled up from my nuts blasting deep into her throat. She began dutifully swallowing shot after shot of my cum. I was euphoric with pleasure. 

I simply had to return the favour. I grabbed Tina's legs and flipped her onto her back. Tina giggled in anticipation of what was to come. I started by kissing Tina deeply, then moving to her neck, then collarbone. I continued to kiss Tina down her body, I paused briefly at her twin peaks, sucking gently of each nipple. Down across her flat stomach, before finally reaching her bare mound. I breathed deeply of her womanly scent. I glanced up at Tina, who had her eyes closed in anticipation. Seeing that I smile to myself, and attack her clit in full force. 

My sister screams from the shock, as I suck her clit into my mouth, and circle it with my tongue. Tina starts emitting deep moans of pleasure, from the mounting fiery passion in the very essence of her being. Letting her clit go I probed her lips with my tongue, tasting everything. I fucked her with my tongue as her juices started to really flow. Then I easily slid first one then a second finger deep into her and started to furiously finger fuck her. Tina started to squirm, and her breathing rapidly increased. 

Sensing that she was close I renewed my attack on her clit. I sucked it back into my mouth and hummed, sending her over the top. I clamped my mouth over her pussy and continued to stimulate her with my tongue, as I drank her fluids. Tina clamped her legs around my head, as she thrashed all over the bed; almost breaking my neck in the process. I started to slow my assault to allow her to come down from the violent orgasm that had ripped through her body. 

Tina lay there her breasts heaving, with a dreamy look on her face, but I was not done there. I moved up the bed, spreading her legs as went. I positioned my cock at the entrance to my sisters womanhood and plunged in, right to my balls. Both Tina and I moaned out in ecstasy. I pulled out until just my cock head was in her pussy before ramming all the way back in again. I kept this up, starting slow, but in no time I was thrusting hard and fast. The only thing that comes to mind of anything that is similar is the arms of an old steam train pulling the express at full speed down the track. 

Tina was thrusting back up at me stroke for stoke, and moaning in time with each thrust. We were both getting a sheen of sweat on us from the exertion. Then Tina's second orgasm of the night swept through her body. She thrashed her head about and grabbed her tits. I could feel her muscles contracting around my cock, trying to milk my cock. All the while I never let up my assault. 

After her orgasm subsided somewhat I decided that a change was needed. I picked up Tina's almost incoherent form and turned her over. With what coherent thoughts she still had, she must have known what I wanted because she was able to keep her knees under her. I then reinserted my prick into her pussy and started going again. I just continued my on slot, through three more of her climaxes. 

Then without warning as her fifth climax of the evening hit I exploded. I pushed in as deep as I could, penetrating her womb and shooting my incestuous seed deep into my sister, and stars clouded my vision. I shot so much cum into Tina that it started to leak out and run down our legs. Both spent and exhausted, we collapsed, cuddled together and passed out with our orgasms still subsiding.

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let me know if I should continue. Input is welcome



One Night at Shenanigans



Elizabeth and I have been dating about four months, long enough to have a really good read on each other both emotionally and sexually, yet everything is still new and fresh enough that the time we spend together is always like a new adventure.

Right from the outset it was obvious that our sex life was going to be anything but vanilla. Half an hour into our first date she was on her knees looking up at me with her beautiful "fuck me" eyes, my thick 8 inches buried deep in her throat. Clearly I was in for a relationship that I'd never experienced in my 38 years of life.

Of course, no relationship is ever perfect, and ours has some minor speed bumps that we have to navigate around. First and foremost, Elizabeth is 22 and a senior at a major university about an hour's drive from here. Since she has school full-time and I put in a solid 40 hour week at work, we don't get to see each other nearly as often as we would like to.

Like many coeds, she has spent a good part of her time on her own experimenting sexually. She has delighted in relating to me the tales of her exploits, from the German businessman she fucked immediately after meeting him at a gas station to the married couple she met online that she spent many hours and many different positions with. She still catches her breath when she tells me how the husband came all over her pretty face, then the wife kissed and licked her face clean.

Now that we were dating exclusively, she was torn between her feelings for me and her desire not to do anything to hurt me or our relationship, and her strong sex drive that our every-other weekend encounters were having a hard time satisfying.

As you could imagine, a pretty girl with a libido that runs rampant has no problem meeting horny guys on a college campus, and she always goes out of her way to read me the e-mails and text messages that she gets almost daily from past encounters looking to reconnect or new men that she's met in class or at parties looking for a typical college one-night stand. She's also made it clear that if it weren't for me and her feelings for me, she would have taken advantage of several of these opportunities.

I'm proud of her and her loyalty, but I'm also keenly aware that at some point her libido, probably fueled by a good amount of booze at one of those omnipresent college parties, was probably going to get the best of her and she'd be on her knees swallowing the cum from some frat boy who found himself in the right place at the right time. I decided that there had to be a compromise we could work out; some kind of grey area that would keep us both happy sexually and keep our relationship intact. The only problem was how to get her into the idea.

During a recent rendezvous, I mentioned to Elizabeth that on the way to her place I passed a new adult bookstore/boutique called Shenanigans right off the highway and that on her next weekend at my place we should go and check it out. Elizabeth, good little freak that she is, took no convincing at all and a couple of weekends later there we were, surrounded by dozens of toys and accessories and hundreds, if not thousands of DVDs for sale.

The door had barely closed behind us when Elizabeth whispered to me "Holy shit! Look at all this stuff! I don't know where to start!" I was a bit overwhelmed myself, so I wasn't much help to her. We decided to start in the nearest aisle of DVDs. All the movies were arranged by category, and the shelves nearest to the door were filled with all amateur DVDs. We started flipping through them, just browsing along to see if anything caught our eye, when I heard Elizabeth gasp a bit, then let out a sheepish giggle.

"Baby," she whispered, "look at this one." She handed me a movie called "Amateur Threesomes." The pictures on the back were pretty diverse, but all had the same theme; regular couples who had brought a third party into the bedroom. "Wow! This is so hot, baby! And they're all normal-looking people just like us! This girl here has big, real boobs like mine!" Her last comment was a little louder than everything else she had said. Chalk it up to excitement I guess. It sure got my attention, and I noticed that some of the other guys in the store had popped their heads up from their own browsing to look our way. Elizabeth also noticed and got a little sheepish.

"Honey, all those guys just totally checked me out."

"Probably making sure you could back up your claim" I told her. "They wanted to see if your tits were porno material." Elizabeth's outfit, like most of her wardrobe, made it plainly clear that they were, as her loose-flowing top provided a great view of her cleavage to anyone who bothered to look. Her skirt left a little more to the imagination, coming down to about 4 inches above the knee. In the summer, she was definitely not a jeans girl, and I was just fine with that, as it made some of our more spontaneous encounters with each other a little easier to pull off.

We poked around the store for another half hour or so, checking out all the different items in stock. We came across a pair of handcuffs covered in pink feathers. Elizabeth mentioned that, despite all her experiences sexually, she'd never been handcuffed before. Honestly, it caught me a bit off guard and I kind of jerked my head over to look at her.

"Seriously," she said. "It's never happened."

"Never? Cute little submissive like you has never been handcuffed before?"

"Not a once." She bit her lower lip lightly, which was always one of the first signs of arousal. "Not yet anyway." She gave me a little wink and started walking back toward the DVDs, making sure to wiggle her ass a bit in front of me. I made a mental note of where the cuffs were displayed, as I figured we'd venture back there at some point, and followed her.

The guys behind the counter noticed the wiggle too, and their eyes were glued to her ass as she strutted by. One of them was a taller gentleman in his early 40's and well-dressed, probably the manager of the store. The other was all of 18 or so. He barely looked old enough to shop there, much less get a check every two weeks. He seemed new, as the other guy had been going over a lot of things with him while we browsed. He seemed a little demure, like maybe this was his first job. I chuckled to myself when I pictured this kid trying to sell some bondage gear or a butt plug to someone. He looked way out of his element.

Meanwhile, Elizabeth had meandered back to the amateur DVDs. By this time we were the only 2 people in the shop that didn't work there. I slid over next to her and playfully gave her ass a little squeeze. She responded by shooting me a look of mock anger and giving me a bit of an elbow in the ribs. "Everyone's gonna see us," she whispered. "And Doogie Howser behind the counter barely seems old enough to look. Hands off 'til we get home Mister. Or at least until we get to the car."

"I don't know if you've noticed or not," I said. " But the 'everyone' you're talking about are just Doogie and his boss, and they can't see behind these shelves from where they're standing." I whipped my hand up her skirt quickly and rubbed my index finger across the crotch of her panties. She moaned slightly for the briefest of seconds, then shooed me back again.

"Dammit Michael! They have cameras all over this place! I want to watch a porno later, not act in one now!" I laughed quietly and snuggled up behind her and put my arms around her waist, putting my lips a couple inches from her ear lobe.

"You wouldn't want those guys watching us as I slide my big cock deep inside you? No exhibitionist streak in you tonight Hon?"

She leaned her head back onto my chest and looked up at me. "You know I always have a little bit of exhibitionist in me baby. You didn't think I wiggled my ass just for your benefit did you?"

"Wanted to give the kid a little something to stroke to later, my dear?" Elizabeth laughed out loud this time, causing both the employees to look at us abruptly. She caught sight of them and laughed at the disruption she'd caused, then turned her attention back to me.

"I'm sure he has enough here to fill up his head with some very interesting visuals. Probably more than he can handle. I did it more for the older guy. You know he's more my type anyway. Little boys just don't trip my trigger." Truer words were never spoken, and it reminded me how grateful I was that this hot little coed liked older guys, otherwise we never would have met.

While she flipped through some more titles I looked up towards the counter where the two guys were back to discussing whatever work-related issues they had. Taking a good look at the older guy, I noticed he really was right up her alley. About 6'2" with broad shoulders. He obviously took pride in his appearance, as his hair was well-kept and his attire was professional. He really wasn't the kind of guy I pictured working in a place like this. He was more the executive type. One thing was for sure though; he was without question her type.

My mind flashed back to a story she told me when we first met about the father of her teenaged sister's boyfriend. He was early forties and divorced, much as I guessed the store manager here was. On that day, as luck would have it, Elizabeth's sister and the man's son had walked to a friend's house and hadn't returned. The father guessed they would be another half hour or so, but offered to call his son's cell phone to tell him they needed to get home. Elizabeth offered to call her sister instead. She dialed the number (She admitted as she told me this that her fingers were shaking as she speed-dialed her sister. She said that she was as turned on as she had ever been and could sense that he was VERY unhappy at the prospect of the 2 kids coming back. It wasn't often that a hot 20 year-old hung out at his house, to be sure,)

She decided as the she waited for her sis to pick up that she was going to have this man, and when Elizabeth has her mind set that's she's getting laid, not much stops her. When her sister answered, Elizabeth looked right into her target's eyes and said "Hey sis, it's me. I'm running late and won't be there to pick you up for an hour or so. Is that OK?"

She told me later that the look on his face was priceless, but that his shock soon turned to something a little more pleasant when she put the phone down and walked over to where he was sitting. Long story short, 10 minutes after she met this man his tongue was flicking over her little clitty while she swallowed his cock as they 69ed on his couch. She came quickly, as she often does when she's turned on beyond belief, but made sure that he held off. She lifted her ass from his face and turned to look him in the eye as she lowered herself onto his dick. He didn't last long that first time (WHO WOULD??), but over the course of the hour that followed she said she had one of her best sexual experiences ever. Elizabeth loves sex in general, but gets full-out horny as hell when the sex is unexpected and spontaneous. As I glanced again at the businessman behind the counter, I wondered if some spontaneity was on tap for later.

"Well for what it's worth " I said to her. "He gave you a nice long stare as you walked by, so I think he likes what he sees as well. You're right about the kid though. You'd probably put him on sensory overload." Elizabeth put back the DVD she was checking out and smiled up at me coyly.

"Let's mess with the kid's head a little" she said. "See how much he can handle." I glanced at her sideways, letting her know I wanted a little more detail as to what she had in mind. "Nothing serious, Mikey. I just want to embarrass him a bit." With that, she crouched down behind the DVD shelf to conceal herself from the counter and undid another button on her blouse, showing cleavage all the way down almost to where the cups of her bra met. This was as much skin as I'd ever seen her show publicly. I grinned down at her, giving my stamp of approval to the idea, even though I wasn't sure she was being completely honest about her motives.

"Be honest, babe. Is this for the kid's benefit or for the boss?' She gave me her best innocent look that she could muster up and leaned in close to me.

"Two birds, one stone" she whispered. "Besides they look like they could use a break. And I actually think we should buy one of these 'Amateur Threesome' DVDs, but I'd like to know if it's going to be worth the $40 they want for it. Who better to ask than someone that works here, right?"

With that, she looked eagerly at the selection and snatched one that had a picture of a girl getting double-teamed by two guys right on the front cover. DVD in hand she sauntered toward the counter. The kid glanced up at her as she got to within 10 feet of him and his eyes bugged out of his head. He looked away quickly when he realized that I was watching him stare at my girlfriend's tits. The manager and I both stifled a laugh when we saw how awkward it was for him. Elizabeth picked up on it too, and moved in like a shark to blood in water.

"Excuse me, I have a question" she said. Her face was looking toward the kid, but whether she realized it or not, her torso was rotated just slightly towards the manager, who was more to her left. "We think this DVD looks hot, but we don't want to buy it if it's actually going to be really lame. Is this something that you would recommend?" She slid the DVD to him and leaned forward, resting her elbows on the counter and giving both of them a slightly better show.

The kid tried his hardest to focus on the movie, but his gaze kept shifting form the DVD to the 32DDs in front of him. "Well, it looks pretty good," he said. "Says here 10 different scenes. People really seem to, ummmm, like that amateur stuff a lot too, so..."

The manager shook his head and chuckled quietly. "You'll have to forgive Jason. He's still learning the ropes." He reached over and shook my hand. "I'm Scott, I just opened the place a few weeks back. Jason here is my most recent hire and I can tell from the look on his face right now that he is really gonna like his job." We all had a good laugh at Jason's expense, but despite the fact that he'd just turned four different shades of red, he seemed to take it all pretty well.

Scott reached over and shook Elizabeth's hand and introduced himself formally to her, then she introduced us by name. I made a mental note that he shook my hand first, and I remembered from some of my own experiences that it was always customary for a man to make first contact with the male half of a couple if he was interested in spending time with the female half. Probably just a coincidence, but an interesting one nonetheless. After we had all broken the ice a bit, Scott reached over and looked at the DVD we had in mind.

"Jason was right about one thing. The amateur stuff is our most popular genre. This series right here is top notch too. Got the sales numbers to prove it too," he said as he fumbled for a report under the counter. "We can barely keep it in stock." Elizabeth gave his ass a nice long stare through his khaki pants, returning the favor from earlier. Scott popped back up and caught her staring. Now it was her turn to look away quickly and blush a bit. He smiled wryly and handed us the sales report. Sure enough, the "Amateur Threesome" series was the best seller nationally for three weeks running. Elizabeth pretended to look the report over, but seemed more focused on making sure our new friends had a good view of her cleavage.

"Well, this really looks super good," she said. "You guys can chat it up for a minute. I'm gonna explore a little more." With that, she walked over towards the section with the vibrators mounted on the wall, making sure the three of us had plenty to look at as she walked away. As soon as she was out of earshot, Scott couldn't keep his admiration to himself anymore.

"She looks like a real pistol," he said. "You hit the lottery with that one."

"Yeah, she keeps me on my toes, that's for sure. She really likes the set up you guys have here. The other one's that she's been in have been a little more seedy, but you guys have a really nice building here." Scott beamed as if I'd just complimented his new baby.

"Well as I said, we've only been open a short time, so the upkeep has been pretty minimal, but we have big plans for the place. In fact I have a sales rep that should be here in a few minutes to check on our sofas." That struck me as a bit odd. We were in Shenanigans, not Art Van. I did a quick glance around the store to see if I'd missed the furniture section. Scott picked up on my confusion and chuckled a bit. "The sofas are in the theater over there," he said, pointing to a set of double doors at the end of a hall on our left. I'd noticed them earlier but assumed it was an office or storage space.

"Wow! " I said. "I didn't know you had a theater here." I realized that I hadn't seen anyone head in that direction in the hour that we'd spent there. "Not a popular feature yet?"

"It's not actually open yet. The sales rep is going to make sure all the furniture we have in there is up to par first. We want it to be the best adult theater in the area. Big screen plasma TV was installed just the other day and the surround sound is ready to crank. We just want to make sure that the furniture isn't going to collapse when someone plops down and gets to business," he said with a wink.

Having been in a few of those places, I knew exactly what he meant. One a few hours away was notorious for being a hotspot for couples who wanted to play publicly. I'd seen some interesting things go on there but never indulged myself. It wasn't the cleanest environment in the world. "The door's unlocked and the lights are up if you want to pop in and take a peek. I glanced over to where Elizabeth was browsing and figured I had a few minutes to kill so I walked down the hall to the theater doors.

I opened the doors and looked inside. I was really pleasantly surprised. Instead of the old, tattered chairs I'd seen in other adult theaters, this one was filled with 20 or so reclining theater seats and, in the back row, a series of black leather couches and loveseats. Clearly Scott spared no expense in making this place as top notch as the store itself was. He obviously wanted to tap into a market that wasn't being taken advantage of in this area, and wanted people to feel comfortable. The fact that he had sofas and loveseats left no doubt that people were not going to be in there just to watch the movies. I smiled at the thought of Elizabeth and I playing around in there and walked back into the store.

As I walked back up to the counter, I noticed that Jason was there by himself. I assumed that the sales rep that Scott mentioned showed up while I was gone and he and Scott were off talking shop. Then I looked over to where I'd left Elizabeth and saw Scott standing with her as she held a large vibrator in her hand. They were bantering back and forth about something, but I couldn't hear them from where I was. Clearly they were laughing and enjoying the conversation.

I thought about going over and joining them, but I knew she was clearly attracted to him and I wanted to see how the conversation went from a distance. They talked for a few more minutes and I was pretty sure she had no clue I was watching. She laughed a lot and touched his arm lightly a couple times. At one point he took the vibrator from her and looked it over, then looked at her and said something. Whatever it was, it made her laugh hard, then look sideways at him and wiggle her finger negatively Clearly he was testing her boundaries a bit. Shortly thereafter the chat ended and they headed back to the counter.

Elizabeth snuggled up to me and kissed me on the cheek. "I need to visit the little girl's room. Be back shortly." Scott took at least his third good, long look at her ass as she sauntered off. He didn't seem concerned that he was being obvious about it. It didn't bother me much, because I knew when I mentioned it to her in bed later she'd go crazy and fuck me like a tigress. She loves me to talk about how much of a tease she is as I fuck her, and I knew that mentioning how this man that she'd been drooling over in her mind for the past hour lusted after her as well would make her beg me to pull her hair and call her a slut while her pussy clenched down on me as her orgasm consumed her. The very notion of it all got my cock stirring in my jeans, and the thought of Scott coming in her mouth while I slammed her pussy got me downright rigid.




One Night at Shenanigans



"So what'd you think about the theater?" Scott's voice broke my trance. I got my bearings back as quickly as I could.

"I loved it! Very high-class. Better than anything I've ever been in."

"That's the point," Scott said. "We want a kind of upscale clientele in here. Not the scummy people that usually go in there just to jack off. It will probably be members only. We'll charge people like a $10 yearly membership and a $5 fee each time they show up. I've talked to several couple online in some different local adult chat rooms and many of them said if it was clean and the riff raff would be kept out, then they'd be happy to play here. You'd be surprised how many freaky couples there are that are just waiting for a safe place that they can go crazy in." With that he reached into a small box under the cash register and took out a business card. He wrote something on the back of it and handed it to me.

Turns out it wasn't a business card at all, but a membership card. Written on the back was "Mike and Elizabeth: Lifetime Membership." He smiled at me and said "From me to you, on the house. You two are our first official members." I wasn't sure how to react, mostly because I wasn't sure if Elizabeth even knew there was a theater in the building, much less if she wanted to spend time in it. I thanked him anyway and turned towards the hall as I heard Elizabeth come out of the bathroom.

"OK, I'm back! You guys can stop talking about me now!" she giggled. She was enjoying herself here more than I thought she would. Clearly the mutual attraction between her and Scott was getting her heated up. I knew I was in for a long night when we got back to my place. Once her motor gets started, it purrs for quite some time. She grabbed me by the collar and pulled me away from the counter. I noticed a faint whiff of alcohol on her breath. "Mikey! I need to talk to you for a minute!" She hauled me over to the DVDs so we could talk privately.

"Geez girl, when did you start drinking?" She wasn't drunk, but was clearly a bit tipsy. She reached into her purse and pulled out a fifth of vodka.

"Scott said that since we were his most favoritest customer, that he had a gift for us, and since you don't drink liquor..." What followed was a giddy little giggle, followed by a swig. She chased it with a swig from an OJ bottle she had also. Scott had been very well prepared.

"I hope you don't mind. He gave them to me while you were off exploring the rest of the building. He's soooo cool. He told me that he'd be happy to demonstrate that vibrator on me but I told him no no no. None of that. But," she pulled me closer to whisper in my ear, "if we weren't together and I just happened to walk in here by myself and I was single, I'd totally let him. That doesn't make you jealous does it? Because I'm not gonna do it of course. I'm just saying if the situation was different, ya know." OH! You know who he reminds me of?" I smiled down at her and thought for a second.

"Jenna's boyfriend's father?"

"YES!" she squealed. As much as someone can squeal while whispering anyway. "He TOTALLY does! Damn that day was hot!" She bit down on her lip again and sort of daydreamed for a second. Then she snapped out of it and planted a long wet kiss on me.. She broke it off and looked deeply into my eyes. "Let's buy that video and get the hell out of here. I need your cock ASAP. We might not make it out of the parking lot." She took me by the hand and walked me back towards the counter.

Elizabeth leaned back over the counter as she had before, wanting I'm sure to give Scott and Jason a goodbye cleavage shot. "Guys," she said. "Were gonna take that DVD and hit the road. Thank you sooooo much for all your hospitality."

Scott looked more than a little disappointed. "Leaving already? Well damn. It was really good meeting you guys. Gonna be a long boring night after you go. Jason here won't know what to do with himself." We all laughed at the irony of that statement, since Jason hadn't done much but stare and pretend to work the whole time we'd been there. "Tell you what. Since you two are officially our favorite customers, I'd like to make you a deal. I'm going to give you the DVD on the house, but you need to do me a favor." I wasn't exactly sure what Scott had in mind. I knew that he wanted Elizabeth, but I was sure that he wasn't going to try to trade a DVD for a piece of her 22 year old ass. I glanced over to Elizabeth to gauge her reaction to whatever the offer might be. She had rested her face on her elbows as she leaned in a little closer to her new friends behind the counter. Clearly, whatever the "offer" was going to be, she would take it into serious consideration. She no longer looked like a girl that was in a hurry to leave.

"Well," Scott continued, speaking to Elizabeth directly. "I'm sure Mike mentioned the theater that we're about to open up..." Elizabeth got a confused look on her face, then looked up at me quickly. Scott realized that she had no idea what he was talking about, and gave her a quick synopsis of the theater and what he had planned for it.

She took it in pretty well, considering she hadn't expected the whole conversation and that she'd been swigging vodka straight from the bottle for the past few minutes. I was relieved to see that once she'd processed all the information, she was pretty intrigued by the whole idea. Once we were all on the same page at last, Scott continued with his offer.

"Not only have we not opened the theater to the public yet, we haven't even given it a good dry run yet. Everything looks good on paper, so to speak, but we haven't yet tested the video or surround sound system. Hell, the seats haven't had asses in them yet! So, what I'd like you two to do is really pretty simple. Go in the theater, get comfortable, watch your chosen DVD for a little while, then let me know how the experience was. Give me the pros and the cons and be honest about it. I don't want to start charging people to go in there if the picture sucks and the sound is all garbled. Afterwards, you get the DVD for free, unless of course you don't like it. I can come up with a different one if that's the case. Consider it payment for services rendered. What do you think?"

I glanced over at Elizabeth and repeated Scott's last thought. "What do you think?" She slowly looked up at me and gave me a nice long smile. That was all the answer I needed. "Scott, I think we've got a deal."

Predictably, Scott was beaming. "Great! Just pick a scene from the movie and I'll get it going for you. We control everything from behind the counter." Elizabeth took the DVD case and started poring over the various scenes pictured on the back cover. After a minute or so, she pointed to a picture of a young girl, probably about her age, sucking a massive cock while a second guy was deep in her pussy. Scott seemed happy with that choice as well. "Two guys and one lady, huh? I've always enjoyed that sort of thing. Very nice choice."

Elizabeth gave him a quick wink. "I think so too." Then she took a good, long gulp of vodka without chasing it. "Get that theater fired up big guy. I'm eager to see how the equipment works." She let out a long giggle that only comes out when she's in the gray area between buzzed and drunk, and took me by the hand as I led her to the theater.

"You guys feel free to get as comfortable as you like. There are no security cameras or anything in there. You'll have total privacy. Us poor slobs out here won't be able to see a thing."

Elizabeth glanced back over her shoulder and pouted in the direction of the counter. "Your loss!" she giggled as we walked through the theater door. As I turned to close the door behind us, I heard the ding of the front door to the store as someone came in from the parking lot. I pulled the door shut and stood next to my girlfriend as she decided where we should sit. After she took it all in, we settled on one of the couches in the back as Scott dimmed the lights from the counter. We sat there in the darkness for what seemed like forever. Elizabeth was starting to get a little uncomfortable. "What's the hold up? Put the DVD in and push play!" I heard her take another swig.

"Relax, babe," I said as I took her hand in the darkness. "He has to track down the scene you wanted. Besides, I heard someone come in the front door. He's probably multi-tasking. Plus, there are plenty of ways to kill time in the dark." I let go of her hand and moved my hand down to her just above her knee, right below the hem of her skirt. She breathed in quickly through her mouth and her left hand quickly found my cock, which had been anywhere from bulging to rock hard ever since we got out of the car. She gripped me through my jeans and began her familiar pumping motion that had gotten me ready to go dozens of times before. 

I slid my hand up under her skirt as she parted her legs and shifted in her seat, giving me access to her sensitive pussy. She pulled the moist crotch of her panties to the side and I slid my middle finger in. Her wetness confirmed to me that she'd been enjoying her time here and that she was ready to play. The thought that Scott had something to do with her moistness made my cock grow a bit more. She let out a slight whimper and started working her clit as my finger started sliding in and out of her. Just then the screen flickered to life and her chosen scene began.

The great thing about a lot of amateur porn is that there's no need for plot or back-story or trivial stuff like that. It's mostly just real people getting right into the action.  This scene was no exception.

The girl, probably in her twenties and a bit curvy, was on a sofa between two guys, probably in their thirties and both put together pretty well. They were all fully clothed, but were already getting at it, as she was rubbing both of their cocks through their fabric of their pants. The man on her right was fondling her tits through her obviously braless top, while the one on her left had a finger working under her skirt while his tongue feverishly danced with hers in her mouth.

Elizabeth watched transfixed, the visual sensation feeding her mind as my finger fed her body. The pace of her hand picked up considerably. I leaned in toward her neck and started breathing just below her ear, knowing that makes her hotter than anything else. Her whimpering became quick, short gasps, and her hips started moving in time with my finger. I slid a second one into her quivering pussy and she let out an audible groan that, if not for the surround sound, probably would have been heard by the boys at the counter.

I glanced back up at the screen, where things had also picked up. The girl's tits were fully exposed now, and the fondler was now sucking away, alternating on each nipple. She was still making out with the other guy, but now her hand was pumping his naked penis, as his jeans were in a pile at his feet. I moved my lips up to Elizabeth's ear so I could give her the dirty talk that she loved.

"You like that, baby? Look at that slut! One guy on her tits and one guy fingering her. She's got a cock in each hand! Is that what you wanted to see?" Her approval didn't exactly come in words, but more like a series of affirmative grunts and whimpers as she became lost in her sexual arousal. Her juices were beginning to pool in my palm. "Undo those last few buttons and get your tits out. I want you to look just like her." Elizabeth LOVES to be directed sexually, and she eagerly complied.

Her DD tits were quickly exposed as her blouse fell open on either side of her. Her left hand went back to my cock as her right started pinching her nipples, making them stand up like small erasers. I took my free hand and grabbed the nipple closest to me and began to pinch and pull and her breathing started getting thinner and the pace was quickening. She stopped playing with her tits and started going to town on her clit. The constant sexual exposure from my hands, her hands and the video were starting to send her over the edge and I knew her orgasm was fast approaching.

The scene onscreen was also getting hotter, as now all three were naked. She was on her knees in front of the couch and was alternating between cocks, sucking one while pumping the other, then switching. Both of these guys had amateur physiques, but their cocks were porno quality, both well hung and thick. Clearly the girl in the film was in for a good time. I went back to focusing on my girl, just in time to hear her familiar refrain.

"Oh God, oh God, I'm gonna cum Mike," she moaned. I knew she wanted to keep it down a bit. She's amazingly vocal, but always conscious of not bothering other people with her screams. I knew it was a good one and that she couldn't keep quiet, so I shoved my tongue into her mouth to trap her scream. She eagerly kissed me back as she came hard, moaning loudly into my mouth. My fingers were flooded as her pussy convulsed around them.

Her ass was bouncing off the couch and she was pumping my cock like there was no tomorrow. After several seconds, she came down a bit and began breathing more normally. She pouted a little as my fingers exited from her, but soon she was eagerly cleaning them off as she focused her eyes back on the screen. "That is sooooo fucking hot, baby," she said. "Look at those cocks. " I started to undo my jeans, and she moved her hand to let me get undressed. Soon my pants were in a pile on the floor, much like in the movie.

"One girl, two big dicks. Is that what you want baby?" She was back to pumping me with her hand, but her gaze never left the scene in front of her. "You want to be a little cock sucking slut like her? You want one in your hand and one in your mouth while you're on your knees?" She was starting to turn on again.

"That's what I want," she whimpered. "I need two big dicks like that. I'm a slut and I need lots of cock." 

With that my dick surged and swelled in her grasp, and now my hips were the ones in motion as I bucked up to meet her hand. I grabbed her by the back of the head and guided her face toward my crotch. She kept her eye on the screen until she was forced to look away, as her lips enveloped my thick member.

Now it was my turn to be pleased as I watched the DVD on the big screen. Now the girl was sitting on the couch with her legs spread as one dude went to down on her cunt with his tongue while her mouth was eagerly sucking the other guy straddling her face. I reached down with my still-moist fingers and started rubbing one around Elizabeth's puckered pink asshole. She squirmed and groaned a bit, but never wavered from her task, taking almost all of me deep into her throat.

I gazed down at my girl's bobbing head, then as I redirected my attention back to the screen, I caught the door open out of the corner of my eye. Scott slid in quickly and quietly let the door shut behind him. Part of me was surprised that he'd come in like that, knowing what was likely to be going on, and part was me couldn't figure out what had taken him so long, considering the subtle and not-so subtle signals Elizabeth had been giving off all night. I panicked for a second, not knowing how she would react to this, when I realized that she had no idea we were no longer alone, as the pace of her lips on my cock never changed.

It took Scott a few seconds to adjust to the darkness, and then a couple more to find us in the back row. He seemed a little surprised by what he saw, and looked at me in a way that asked me if I wanted him to go. I held up my hand, telling him to stay where he was. Then I pulled Elizabeth's mouth from my cock just enough for her to speak, but not so far that she could see anything but my crotch.

"What did you say you wanted, baby? Did you say that you were a little cock slut?" Her head nodded vigorously as my hand held her by the hair, and she tried to go back to work, but I held her head in place. She let out a playful whimper. "Tell me. Tell me what you need."

"I'm a cock slut," she cried, this time not caring about who might hear. "I need big dicks! I need more than one, like the girl on the screen. I want to be a cock-sucking bitch like her!" Her head was still hovering inches above my throbbing dick. "I want you and I want Scott! I need to have you both inside me at the same time!"

Surprised, I looked down at her. There was no way she knew he was in there with us! I motioned Scott over. I wanted to know if she was serious or if it was just part of a fantasy for her. I pushed her warm mouth back onto my cock as Scott dropped his pants and walked over, naked from the waist down. His dick was sticking straight out like an iron bar. If she was gonna go through with it, she was definitely in for a good time.

He'd kicked off his shoes so as not to make any noise as he shuffled over. He was almost within two feet of us, stroking his raging hard on in his hand, and she had no clue that he was there. I decided it was now or never, and I clenched her hair in my hand and pulled her horny mouth off of me and brought her face-to-prick with the man she'd been flirting with all night. Needless to say she was flabbergasted. Her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped to the floor.

"Oh.....my......God."

She managed to look away from his impressive dick long enough to look up at me and ask if what was about to happen was OK with me, not that there was anything I could have said that would have stopped her at that point. The flirting, booze and porn had overwhelmed her. She was going to have both of us regardless of what anyone thought.

I reassured her with a nod that she was free to do what she wanted. She smiled at me and began pumping my cock with her left hand as Scott gripped her hair and slid his prick into her mouth. His size wasn't anything she had to adjust to, as she'd sucked me off countless times, but she started off slowly and deliberately, savoring the taste of this new dick. It didn't last long though, as her face was soon bobbing eagerly up and down Scott's cock.

Her hand was pumping me in rapid fire fashion, and I knew I wasn't going to last long at that pace, and I wanted to savor this as much as she did. I took her hand from me and she stopped sucking for a minute to see if everything was all right. I told her everything was fine and stood up next to Scott, now giving her 2 her cocks before her.

She giggled devilishly and started alternating her mouth from his cock to mine in about ten second intervals Of course, whichever one wasn't in her mouth was getting pumped vigorously. She made sure she was attentive to both our needs.

After a few minutes, she looked at me and said "Baby, I want to try something." I could never turn down any request at that point, so I told her whatever she wanted she could do. With that, she turned her attention fully to Scott. She gazed up at him with her big beautiful eyes and gave him a look that I had seen many times before. I knew what was coming and was eager to see it for myself.

Without looking away from him, she slowly sank his hard prick as far into her throat as she could. She gagged a bit on the first try, but on the second she managed to take it all, burying her nose in his pelvis. Scott's neck muscles tensed and he let out a long, satisfied groan . Obviously he wasn't used to being deep throated like that. Elizabeth has oral skills better than most women in their 30's, and she took him all like a champ.

By now Elizabeth's pussy was on fire. I could tell by the way her hips were squirming back and forth on the couch. That was always her tell-tale sign that she needed to be fucked.  I mentioned to Scott that we needed to shift positions, because Elizabeth needed to be satisfied.

We positioned Elizabeth on all fours on the couch. Scott resumed his position at her mouth as I settled in behind her. Elizabeth took his cock back into her mouth and quickly swallowed him all the way again. He responded by grabbing her hair, which held her head in place. He took the initiative and started fucking her face with reckless abandon, which always gets her juices flowing. She loves being submissive to me, and apparently had no problem letting her new lover take control either. She was moaning uncontrollably as he pounded her pretty young face with his dick.




One Night at Shenanigans



I couldn't take it any more and had to get involved. I positioned the head of my cock, which by now was almost the size of a plum, at the entrance of Elizabeth's pussy. One thrust was all it took. I usually ease it in to tease her a bit, but there was no teasing tonight. I started to fuck her from behind as hard as Scott was fucking her face.

Elizabeth was screaming wildly, but the huge cock in her mouth acted as a muzzle, and her screams sounded more like intense, erotic groans. We both picked up the pace on her, which I knew would send her over the edge.

After a few seconds, her breathing quickened noticeably and her moans/screams became even more intense than I thought possible. She reached around with her left hand and grabbed Scott's ass, begging him to keep his assault on her mouth going. In turn, I started pounding as hard as I could, and the familiar feeling of Elizabeth's pussy clenching my cock told me that she was coming. All this was too much for Scott, and he pulled out of her mouth just before he came. This let Elizabeth voice her pleasure finally.

"Oh god, I'm coming! I'm fucking coming! Shoot it on my face while I cum!" Scott's dick complied, surging and twitching before her open mouth. He screamed as the first shot hit her square in the face, the second one spraying into her hair. The rest came in a few more spurts, landing on her lips, tongue, and dribbling down onto the couch. She grabbed his dick and licked it clean.

I couldn't hang on anymore, and I pulled out just as I shot my load onto her ass. She looked back over her shoulder to watch, even as Scott's come was dribbling off her chin. "That's it baby. Come on my ass. Come on your little slut's ass." I drained the rest of my cock onto her ass and we all collapsed, exhausted, on the couch. No one said anything. We just caught our breath and basked in our post-orgasm glow.

After a minute or so, Scott got up and pulled his pants back up. Elizabeth pouted and whimpered a bit, but he insisted that he had to get back to the store. Jason wasn't up to running the place by himself for very long. I told him that when the sales rep showed up that he should be assured that the couches held up really well to intense action.

"Actually," Scott said "He's in the store now. He needs to come check the merchandise for himself, if it won't be much of an inconvenience for you." Elizabeth responded by shifting in her seat so that Scott had a good view of her well-used pussy. She spread her legs and started to work her clit with one hand while tweaking one of her sensitive nipples with the other. Scott laughed and walked out the door.

I reached over to Elizabeth and started pulling and pinching her other nipple. She smiled up at me and asked if I was OK. I told her I loved her and enjoyed seeing her enjoy herself. She gave me her "I love you" look that we share only with each other and started to stroke my cock.

"I hope you aren't done, big boy, because I'm not." I reached over and rubbed her clit, arousing us both. When Elizabeth is all sexed up, she needs it repeatedly, and she was still wet and willing. My thumb played with her clit while two of my fingers dove inside her. Her eyes rolled to the ceiling and her breathing quickened. She was ready for more and I was well on the road to recovery, although I was sure that I wasn't going to be her only lover the rest of the night. My suspicions came true as the door opened.

The guy was Elizabeth's dream. Tall, middle 30's, and put together nicely. She licked her lips when she spotted him. Nice Elizabeth had left the building. I was fingering Wild Elizabeth, and she was ready to let loose.

"I'm Todd," he said. "Scott said that you've been giving the furniture a good test drive. He said I should check it out for myself." He walked over without an invitation, sensing correctly that one wasn't necessary. Elizabeth quickly went to work on his belt and in seconds had his semi-hard cock before her. She loves cocks in that state. She likes to MAKE them hard before she has her way with them.

Her cum covered lips quickly went to work on her new friend as he unbuttoned his shirt, never taking his eyes off the hot young girl servicing him. By now I was ready to go again, and her hand began to pump furiously on my cock as her talented mouth did the same to Todd's. He pumped her head back and forth with his hand, sensing Elizabeth's submissive side. "Scott said you were a little slut that needed more cock. You need more cock? You want this big fucker?"

He pulled Elizabeth's head off his dick and waited for an answer. She gasped for air as she released him. He'd been working her over good, and now that he was free of her mouth it was obvious why. He easily measured nine inches and was really thick. Her mouth must have been stretched to capacity. She took a second to catch her breath then told him what he wanted to hear. "I need that cock! I fucking need my fucking pussy filled! Shove that thing in my cunt! I need to come on that monster!"

Todd smiled and pushed her mouth back onto him. "Not yet. Get me ready first. You have to earn it." I knew she was disappointed, but she went back to work with reckless abandon, wanting to get him ready as quickly as possible.

Todd reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom, looking at me for approval. I shook my head, but mouthed the words "pull out" to him. He smiled and nodded, sliding the condom back in his pocket. He was aggressive, but respectful. Clearly he had done this sort of thing before.

Satisfied that she had done a good job, he took her by the hands and stood her up before him. He sucked one nipple, then the other, making sure to use his fingers on the one not in his mouth. Elizabeth reared her head back and moaned like an animal. Her legs were trembling beneath her and she was growing impatient to be stuffed full of Todd. He knew just how much to tease her, though. He knew he was in control and that she would be satisfied only when he wanted.

"Pinch my nipples harder! Bite them! Please!" Todd clamped down on her right breast with his teeth while he gave the other a light slap across the nipple. Elizabeth squealed with delight and grabbed Todd by the head, securing his face to her tits. I reached over and re-entered her with my fingers, two of them sliding in effortlessly. She was as ready as I'd ever seen, and her juices were flowing down her thighs. I fired my hand in and out like a jackhammer. All the attention sent her over the edge. "I'm cumming again!!! Don't fucking stop!!!'

Todd thrust her face right before his and looked her in the eye. His free hand alternately slapped her tits. "You gonna cum, slut? Huh? Cum like a little whore for me!" He put his mouth to her ear and I have no idea what he said, but it was enough to make her explode. She jerked her head back and screamed like a banshee.

"OH GOD!!!! OH GOD!! I'M CUMMING!!! I'M CUMMING HARD!!!"

Her pussy clenched down on my thrusting fingers and drenched me. A puddle started to form on the floor. Her words became gibberish as she rode out her third orgasm of the night. A full half minute went by as her cunt twitched and jumped around my fingers.

I finally pulled my exhausted hand out and fed her cum to her. She greedily licked and sucked me clean, savoring the taste of her orgasm. Todd was still working her tits, but had slowed his pace a bit, expertly letting her come down for a minute. He didn't know her like I did. She needed no recovery time. She was as ready for cock as I'd ever seen and recovery was not on her mind.

After a minute he reached around and firmly slapped her left ass cheek. She gasped, then bit her lip. It was time and Todd knew it. He eased her down onto her back on the sofa and lifted her skirt up around her abdomen, careful not to cover her tits. She put one foot on the ground and the other on top of the back cushion, spreading her legs as wide as possible to give her new lover all the access he wanted. Todd eased his swollen head between her lips and she sucked him in quickly. He'd have none of that, and pulled out just as fast. Elizabeth whimpered like a spoiled schoolgirl who had her toy taken away.

"You haven't asked for it yet. How bad do you want this?" Todd rubbed his plum-sized head on her swollen pussy lips. "Bad girls don't just get things they want. They have to beg for them."

Elizabeth pouted, but knew that if she didn't play along she'd never know what he felt like inside her. He was the kind of guy who could zip up, walk out, and go to the bar down the road and get any piece of ass he wanted. He felt that fucking him was a privilege, not a right. She knew that he was in control and she succumbed to his demands, looking him square in the eye as she did.

"PLEASE fuck me! Fill me up with that monster! Make me cum over and over again and then make me clean you off. I'll do anything you want, just put it inside me!"

With that Todd entered her. Her begging morphed into a sound somewhere between a gasp a grunt and a scream. He didn't give her a chance to adjust to his size, but as ready as she was, she didn't need it. He jack-hammered her right from the start. This was not lovemaking. It was hardcore fucking and she loved it. She looked up at me and mouthed the words "thank you." I smiled and lowered my hard cock to her lips. She eagerly accepted me and she was filled by two huge hard dicks.

The sound from the movie was lost at this point amidst the groaning, the grunting, the gasping and the sound of flesh on flesh as the Todd and I gave Elizabeth what she wanted. She sucked me like a pro as Todd pounded her. His massive meat sent her to places she'd never been. Occasionally she'd pull me from her throat to give him encouragement, like he needed any.

"That's it! Pound that little pussy! Slap your balls on my ass! Am I a good little bitch? Does that young pussy feel good?" Then she'd return to me, sucking me harder than she ever had. She wasn't going to last much longer, and I wasn't either.

She took me out of her mouth again and I knew it was because she wanted Todd to hear how intense her orgasm would be. I could tell from the look on her face it wouldn't be long. She turned her attention completely to Todd, and I stood above her jerking like a madman. I wanted to hold off until they were ready, so I paced myself as well as I could. She gripped the back of the couch and dug her nails in. The muscles in her neck tensed up and she was on the verge.

"Uh huh!!! Uhhhhhh that's it!! Keep pounding right there!! You're slamming into my clit!! UH HUH!!!!  OOOOOOOOOHHHH YEAAAHHHHH!!!! FUUUUUUUCK!!!!" She closed her eyes and opened her mouth to scream, but no sound was made. It was THAT good. 

Her hips thrust up to his as they fucked each other through her orgasm. Eventually she started to whimper and gasp, trying to form anything that resembled coherent words, but it was no use. She was lost in her own lust as this stranger sent her to ecstasy.

They thrust together for what seemed like a full minute before she eased her hips back onto the cushions. I looked up at Todd just as he grunted and pulled out, spraying his cum on her tits, belly, skirt and her clit. It seemed like a quart came out. She watched wide-eyed as he bathed her with cum. I knew she was disappointed that she didn't get to taste any, and figured it was my job to take care of that situation. She opened her mouth just in time to take my cum. My second load of the night didn't compare to Todd's but I managed to coat her tongue and lips, mixing my juices with Scott's dried cum from earlier.

When I finished, Todd thrust his still-hard cock between her lips, making her keep her promise of cleaning him off when he was done. She greedily sucked her juices and the remnants of his cum off of him, savoring the sexy mixture we created in her mouth.

Todd rose up and walked across the room to one of the tissue dispensers that Scott had set up in the theater. He handed some to both of us, and we started to clean up. Nothing was said for a minute as we all caught our breath. Todd broke the ice first. He shook my hand and gave Elizabeth a peck on the cheek. "Thanks guys, that was really fun. Testers like you make my job easy."

"Fun hell," Elizabeth said "That was fucking incredible!"

"Thanks again. My wife thinks so, too." In all the excitement we never noticed the wedding band he wore. Elizabeth was kind of taken aback.

"You're married? Does your wife know what you do when you aren't around??"

Todd laughed and reassured her. "She knows. She knew when we married that we'd have to spend time apart when I'm on the road. It's OK though. She has plenty of friends with benefits back home. She's probably stuffed full of one of her lovers right now. Now if you'll excuse me, Scott has some papers I need to sign waiting for me. Bastard never lets me have any fun."

Once we were alone and dressed Elizabeth nuzzled her face in my neck and I pulled her close to me. "Are you OK with all of this," she asked. "I know we've talked about being with other people, but I didn't know how it would actually go down."

I assured her that I was perfectly fine with it as long as I was the one she loved. "You know you are, baby" she said, kissing me lightly on the neck. "Next time we play around it will be you, me and two other girls. I owe you one." I told her I'd hold her to that, but I was in no hurry. She's always been enough for me. We sat there for a good ten minutes or so, cuddling and enjoying each other's company.

Eventually, of course, we had to leave. By the time we got back in the store area Todd had left and it was just Scott and Jason behind the counter. Scott handed us a bag. Inside was our DVD, the vibrator they had been looking at, and the pair of handcuffs Elizabeth noticed when we first started browsing.

"On the house, of course. You folks come back real soon." We both protested and I reached for my wallet, but he'd have none of that. "Consider it for services rendered. I feel comfortable opening the theater to the public now." We thanked him for his hospitality and got ready to leave. Elizabeth gave Jason a sly, come hither look and said "Next time don't be such a stranger. You need to lighten up a little!" He blushed, Scott laughed, and Elizabeth and I stepped out into the night.



One Night at the Club



She hadn't come to the club to get drunk or find a new boyfriend. Moira had come to the club to find some release from the pent up levels of sexual frustration that she'd built up inside of herself over the last couple of weeks. A release that came in the form of another person and not simply something that operated from the power of two double a batteries. When she had gotten ready for her night she'd chosen an outfit that she felt was appropriate for her task at hand; something that had worked for her in the past as well as one of her favorites, short black mini skirt, loose around her hips and made of a light cloth that flowed across her skin when she moved topped by a satin tank top in a creamy pink hue. Strappy black heels and a warm black wrap completed the outfit. She piled her light brown hair on top of her head and applied only a sheen of lip gloss and a light dabbing of mascara, Moira hated make up all over her face. 

When she had arrived at the club she had paid her entry fee and turned her wrap into the coat check, sauntering to the bar for a drink. Her face was causal as she surveyed the people she passed, taking her whiskey & coke to nearby table where she would have a good view of her surroundings. 

It wasn't long before she was ordering another drink and, feeling the warm flush of the alcohol flooding through her system, slipping out of her chair to make her way onto the dance floor. The club she'd chosen had an eclectic mix of music styles all mixed to a house or techno feel, which she loved. The atmosphere was welcoming and persons of all shapes, sizes and preferences felt relaxed enough to enjoy themselves to the fullest. 

As Moira moved her hips to the music she felt eyes on her but ignored them for the time being, she was doing nothing more than enjoying herself and when she felt hands on her body, urging her into dancing, she pushed away. Within moments she was dancing with a very attractive female but the prospect of taking her home died when a weasel-y looking man came up behind them and started pulling the girl away. A shorter, heavy set man grabbed her attention next and after a few moments she was solely concentrating on releasing herself from his searching (and rather bold) hands. 

Turning away from him she ran directly into someone else; her hands landed on his chest and he gripped her hips to help steady her. Looking up into his face she smiled her thanks but slipped away from him before he could try and say anything. 

Another drink at the bar and she pretty much decided the night was a lost cause. Moira contemplated for a while whether she wanted to leave or not but in the end, decided to stay and at least enjoy herself. At that moment, as if the fates were agreeing with her decision, a song came on that she loved and she moved quickly back onto the dance floor. This time she lost herself to the music, dancing with people occasionally but never staying long with one person. She felt a tight grip on her hips again and looked back to see that same man that had stopped her from falling. Grinning up at him she shook her ass at him and he immediately molded himself to her body. 

Gyrating to the music Moira felt that familiar pressure working back up again and she did her best to bite it back and keep it at bay. He was probably there with someone and though she kept expecting him to move away from her, he never did. His hands became more brazen, moving across the skin of her stomach or her inner thigh and the sensations did nothing to her rapidly growing libido. 

She looked up at him and he was suddenly nuzzling her neck, biting it softly. She gripped his arms, fingers clenching as she drew in a gasp of air. When he pulled away from her his eyes were as full of lust as she knew hers were. Pulling him off of the dance floor, they left the club without a word although she did remember to stop and get her keys and wrap from the coat check. They went to her car and she was reaching up to kiss him before she even had depressed the unlock button on the remote. Juggling his lips, her keys and the car door was interesting but somehow she made it inside. As she buckled in he situated himself on the passenger seat, and within moments they were on their way. 

It was a short drive to her apartment and even that brief period of time was pushing her limits. Inside her front door was as far as she could make it and he was kissing her again, picking her up and following hand signals and a hunch to the bedroom. He set her down just inside the doorway, closing the door behind himself as she slid down his body. She pushed him back against the now closed portal and kept sliding down as she did, bending at the knees until she was knelt before him. She undid the belt buckle and unbuttoned his jeans, sliding the material down his legs. Reaching beneath the boxers she had revealed she grasped hold of his cock, already nearly fully hard. 

Taking his cock into her mouth, she sucked on his head before slowly accepting more and more of his shaft, sliding the end of his cock into her throat. He tore off his own shirt and leaned back to enjoy the sensations, especially when she gagged slightly and the back of her throat closed around the head of his cock. Pulling her up by her arms, he brought her to her feet where he slid her shirt up over her body then used it to trap her arms above her head. He bent his head and began sucking her nipples. He heard her sharp intake of breath and backed off slightly, using gentle teasing movements rather than hard and painful ones. 

She pressed her breasts into his face and moaned loudly, her hips already moving in anticipation. They moved towards the bed and she laid back upon it, pulling her skirt up over her hips as he knelt down between her legs. 

Instead of pulling off her panties, he simply moved them aside, tasting her lightly with the tip of his tongue. She shivered in response and though she tried her best to stay still, when he began licking and sucking on her clit her back arched in response and pressed her hips forward. He buried his face in her pussy, licking her clit and her lips, sliding his tongue as far inside of her as he could reach, tasting her and making her more and more wet. She clenched the sheets beneath her in her fists, tilted her head back and lost herself to the sensations. He slid a finger, then two, inside of her and rubbed her g-spot while he sucked hard on her clit. When she exploded in the first orgasm he worked her clit as he drank it in, making her body twitch. 

Then he rose up and kissed her, sliding his rock hard cock into her while she was still pulsating. His face was set with her orgasm and she moaned against his lips as he slid into her. When he was balls deep he rolled over, taking her with him and settling her on top of his cock.

Placing her hands on his chest she sat up straight, rotating her hips in a circle. Then she began to alternate between rising up and stroking his cock with her tight body and rocking herself back and forth on him. He played with her nipples a bit while she rode him and when he could feel her pussy tighten he grabbed her ass and urged her on, steeling himself against his own explosion as he felt another orgasm building inside of her. Her nipples tightened and she stopped breathing during the last moments allowing those waves to wash over her. 

When he could take it no more he pulled out of her, sat up and thrust his cock in her mouth. She began sucking on him as he thrust himself towards her, fucking her mouth as he gripped the hair at the back of her head. When he began pouring cum into her mouth she choked a bit but continued to suck, swallowing the load he shot into the back of her throat. 

They collapsed on the bed and simply laid there, catching their breath and enjoying the after effects of great sex. Instead of kicking him out Moira simply curled up beside him and after an hour or so they silently reached out for each other, ready to start round two.



One Night At The Farm



Characters

Sahil – 20 year old guy from Ahmedabad, Western India
Ami – My beautiful mother.
Shikha Aunty (51 years), Bharti Aunty (49 years) and Anuradha Aunty (51 years) – My mom's hot friends

Hi Everyone,
Sahil is back with a story of one of his sexcapades.

It had been a terrible year. My dad's company which manufactured textiles had faced a tremendous slump due to the global financial crisis. He had to meet a lot of payments and cash was limited. So he laid off a nearly a 100 workers which caused a strike. One thing led to another and the police had to be called. The factory was shut down for four weeks on court orders which led dad's company to lose even more orders as existing clients moved to other manufacturers. Dad could not afford that and so he set off to the UK to meet his biggest clients and persuade them to support him instead of shifting their orders. That left mom and I alone in the house.

All the happenings of the past few weeks had taken its effect on mom and I. Mom was obviously perplexed at dad's situation. She felt like she couldn't do anything to help dad other than giving him moral support. I felt somewhat similar was I was too young to help dad out in any real way. Plus, I was studying full time in my computer engineering course.

Luckily there is something in life called friends. 

Two days after dad left for the UK, we received a call.

"Hello", said a female voice.

"Hello, yes who is this?" I said.

"SAHIL!" exclaimed Bharti aunty from the other end. I got who she was on hearing that slightly irritating high pitched shriek. She has a unique nasal voice which at times can be quite irritating despite sounding somewhat cute most of the time.

"Yes, Bharti aunty." I said calmly.

She said "Sahil, please give the phone to your mom. I have some great news for her.. and you too."

I wondered what she was talking about. I called out loudly to mom who was in the kitchen talking to our house maid. "MOM, ITS BHARTI AUNTY. SHE WANTS TO TALK TO YOU."

Hearing Bharti aunty's name mom nearly sprinted out of kitchen to take her call. 

Slightly amused at seeing her reaction I handed mom the landline receiver. Bharti aunty, Shikha aunty, Anuradha aunty and my mom Ami were old college friends. And even after reaching their late 40s and 50s they could not resist the urge to behave like bubbly college girls of 18 around each other. 

"HIIII BHARTI" mom nearly screamed on the phone much to disdain. I always hate when anyone shouts on the phone. It's a personal quirk. Don't ask. 

I stood next to mom wondering what was so important that Bharti aunty was so exuberant on the phone. 

Mom didn't speak a word after her initial 'Hi Bharti' and was listening to what Bharti aunty was saying. Her face had started to slowly light up with happiness.

I didn't know yet what mom was so happy about but I was glad to see her face smiling after such a long time. The last few weeks with dad's ordeals were rough on her. 

Then mom said on the phone "That's just great Bharti. Just great. You girls are my best friends. Thank you so much. I'll talk to Sahil. See you Saturday afternoon."

Mom turned towards me. Happy as a bird she chirped "Sahil, this is just great. Shikha, Anuradha and Bharti know what has been going on with your dad's business and all. They know it has been a few bad weeks for me. So they offered to take me to Anuradha's farm house in Sanand on Saturday afternoon. We'll spend the evening there and come back late in the evening."

"That sounds great mom. It'll be like your old college days. You girls will have a blast." I said genuinely happy to see that my mom's friends were making this great gesture towards her.

"But, Sahil there is one thing you need to help me out with" mom said.

"Sure mom. Anything"

"Actually, the thing is that Anuradha's farm house is in Sanand. You might remember it. You visited it last a few years ago at the new year's party. The roads leading to the farm house horrible especially this time in monsoon. Plus, we have to pass through a couple of villages on our way. And Shikha is a little scared of coming back at night. You know how it is in those areas with highway robbers." Said mom.

"Yeah, So?" I asked mom

"So, Sahil we girls want you to come along with us to the farm house and then drive us back. With a young man at our side, there won't be any problems." Mom said. She sounded like she was kind of pleading me to come.

"But mom" I said a little annoyed "What will I do at Anuradha aunty's farm house? You girls will be there for at least six or seven hours talking about your gossip and stuff. What am I supposed to do in the meantime?" 

Mom made a face like she was about to cry and said "Sahil, please do this for my sake. You know how it has been since the last few weeks. I need a change and so do you. You can take your laptop and do your college work from there. And take a few movies with you too in case you get bored working."

I knew mom had a point. Even I needed a change and as it is I didn't have anything else to do in the weekend except work on college projects and assignments. I could work from there just as well. 

"OK OK mom" I said "I will come to the farm house with you girls. Just don't bother me too much. I need to work".

Mom's face lit up again. "Great!" she exclaimed. "Thank you Sahil. This really means a lot to me. I'll call the girls and tell them that you've agreed to come. We'll leave at 2:30 in the afternoon on Saturday."

SATURDAY AFTERNOON

"MOM" I yelled from the dining table. "I AM ALL PACKED WITH MY STUFF AND READY TO GO. WHAT'S TAKING YOU SO LONG?" 

It was 2:45 already and mom was still not out of her bedroom. She was supposed to be ready half an hour ago before her friends arrived. They arrived at 2:20 all ready to go but mom was nowhere in sight. I hated when mom kept people waiting for some or the other frivolous reason.

"SORRY SORRY SORRY GIRLS" mom shouted as she quickly descended from the stairs into the waiting room to meet her friends.  "I am so sorry. I was getting dressed when I got confused as to whether I should wear a blue sleeveless top  with my new blue Gucci jeans or a parrot green top with full sleeves. I was so confused that I ultimately went for an orange salwar (a traditional Indian top worn by women)."

I wondered why mom made an illogical fuss on such petty issues and wasted time. She could instead devote time to something more productive once in a while. 

"WOMEN!" I exclaimed mentally.

"Its OK, Its OK" said Bharti aunty. "What is 15 minutes when we are setting out on a girl's day out. Lets load all your stuff in the car and get moving. We can chat on the way." 

I quietly picked up my laptop bag and mom's duffle bag   and headed towards the car.

As I was stuffing the bags in the trunk of my SUV I glanced at all the four women talking to each other. 

All four friends were so different yet gelled so well with each other. Shikha aunty was renowned radiologist in the city. 51 years old. She maintained herself well and looked particularly fit for her age. She wasn't that beautiful. I couldn't even imagine her as more beautiful in her youth but there was something about her. She exuded class. Something intangible yet so visible.

Bharti aunty was 49. As old as my mom but she looked like she was a few years older than that. Her particularly dusky skin had started wrinkling quite rapidly. She got married a very tender age just after she graduated with her Bachelor's in Science. She had faced some particularly tough days in her earlier life but was very prosperous now. The prosperity showed somewhat on her waistline!

The third friend Anuradha aunty was the pick of them all in my opinion. Born into a middle class family she was the only daughter of a respectable family. She married her husband Samir uncle, the only son of a filthy rich textile mill owner (textile mill owners were as good as royalty in Ahmedabad in the period from the sixties to the eighties) after a whirlwind college romance. She was by far the most attractive of the four women and also the most beautiful woman of her college. She had spent her married life in doing three things – Social work, Socializing and Exercising. A self proclaimed exercise freak she paid tremendous attention to the way she looked. And boy, all that attention and hard work had paid off. She was 51 years old but had the figure of a 24 year old model. She must have been in my opinion a nearly perfect 35-25-37 which is something most women would probably kill for at her age. She had long jet black hair which ran down to just a few inches above her waist,  an achievement for an Indian woman at her age. Having a rich husband and good taste ensured that she always wore the best clothes and looked her best. Her love for animals and belief in animal rights made sure that she never used makeup as she was against animal testing of cosmetics. Even at her age she managed to turn many young heads towards her as she walked by. 

And to be honest, I always had a boyish crush on her since I was 11. She was always so nice to me and was inseparable from my mother when I was young. She used to hang around a lot at my house with my mom after I was born as mom couldn't move out too much due to me and her domestic responsibilities. Anuradha aunty didn't need to bother with such responsibilities as she had no children and her house was maintained by an army of servants and cooks.

Finally, all of us settled down in the car. Mom sat next to me in the front seat and the others scrambled in the middle seat of the SUV. 

Destination – Sanand Farm House

Sanand is a sleepy little village on the outskirts of Ahmedabad city around 20 kilometres out. Its recent fame had come due to the famous Tata Nano car being manufactured there.

The location of Anuradha aunty's farm house was a little weird. It was literally in the middle of nowhere as her husband Samir uncle's family owned a large tract of land in Sanand. They built their farm house in the middle of that land ten years or so ago. 

The only problem was that the farm house was two kilometres from the main highway road. And that stretch of two kilometres was an unpaved dirt track. The dirt track got converted to a mud track in the monsoon. 

My SUV got stuck at least three times on that track once we turned from the Sanand highway towards the farm house. We barely managed to reach the farm house by 3:45. 

I turned off the SUV once we reached the farm and got down to open the trunk and unload all the bags. What I saw was not an ugly sight. 

The SUV was covered in mud from the tyre and wheel level, right up to half of the door level. It looked like shit. I cringed looking at it. But there was nothing I could do. I would have to send the SUV to the car wash once we got back. 

The ladies got off slowly making sure that their clothes didn't get dirty with the mud on the exterior of the SUV. 

Anuradha aunty yelled for her estate watchman Hamir to come and help me with unloading the bags.

But I had already begun to unload the bags. 

Hamir came from out of nowhere and startled me a bit. 

"Please sahib, let me take the bags. You don't concern yourself with this". Said Hamir in a polite and pleasing tone.

I just handed over the bags to him and gave him the key. "Please take  all the bags and inside, lock the car once you're done and give the keys back to me." I said. He nodded as I made my way inside the farm house.

Anuradha aunty's farm house is a real treat to be in. The farm house looks just like your typical run of the mill 'villa like' farm houses of the rich. But from the inside, its something else.  The main door leads you directly into the living room. The walls and floor are studded with some fancy Italian marble imported from Italy (not the local marble dubbed Italian crap). The sofas are made out of fine woollen tapestry that also appeared to be imported. A nicely polished wooden hexagon coffee table adorned the centre of the room with a 54" LED TV in the corner. 

As I stood there admiring the interior design of the place, I wondered where the ladies had been off too. I could hear some distant voices but they seemed to be coming from the lawn.

So, I made my way from the living room towards the dining room. The dining room had a large door that opened into the lawn and garden. "Nice view while having dinner", I mused to myself self looking at the almost picture perfect view of the beautifully crafted Tivoli look alike garden from the dressing room.

Mom and her friends were sitting in the centre of the lawn on carefully placed lawn chairs with their own individual side tables for food and drinks. Anuradha aunty must have called in advance and told Hamir to set everything up before we arrived. "Smart." I thought.

"Mom, it seems you girls are having fun. I'll freshen up and then be in the living room doing my work. If you need any help then let me know." I said not bothering up to walk up to them.

"Sure thing tiger" said mom. "If we girls need any muscle power we know whom to call for."

I smiled at her, turned away and went to the living room. It was time to start working.

It was a sunny day, yet cool with clear skies and I wanted to enjoy this rare weather in the rather humid monsoon but, I had a project deadline to meet at college. I had a lot of credits at stake here.

I must have got down to my work at around 4. I was so deeply engrossed in my work that I didn't realize it was suddenly dark and cold. The rains had started around 5:30 or so. Mom and her friends had to rush in to save themselves from the heavy downpour.  

I got up and went to check on them and see if they were alright. They got in the house just in the nick of time. So none of them got wet.

"Are you guys alright?" I asked. 

"Yes, Sahil we are alright. We got a hint from the overcast condition that it was about to rain. So we came inside before it started to drizzle" replied Anuradha aunty.

"What will you girls do now?" I asked.

"Well, we'll continue our good time in the dining room. We came here to enjoy each other's company. So it's the same for us if we sit outside or inside." said mom.

"Cool. I'll get back to work then. Call me if you need me." I said, turned back and went back to the living room where I was working.

I resumed my work. But as luck would have it I couldn't continue working for long. 

Suddenly, Hamir came running from the outhouse where he lived calling out "Sahilbhai, Sahilbhai. Where are you?"

I went out to the porch where Hamir was standing with his umbrella. He looked sort of tense. 

"What happened Hamir?" I asked calmly.

"Sahilbhai, it looks to me like your SUV's rear tyres have punctures. Please come and take a look at it" he replied.

"What? Both tyres? Let's go and have a look. If both tyres are busted then we are in trouble." I said. I took another umbrella that he had thoughtfully brought for me and went with him to the place where I had parked the car.

I inspected the rear tyres and found to my horror that he was right. Both the rear tyres indeed did have punctures. There was a thick steel nail sticking out of the left rear tyre. It had lost nearly a quarter of its air. The right one was in an even more torrid state. It had lost more than half of its air.

I rushed back to the house and went directly to the ladies. I informed them of the entire situation in detail.

"Both tyres are out?" questioned Shikha aunty. "How many spare tyres do you have?"

"Only one" I said.

"What will we do about the other tyre?" she asked

"There is nothing that can be done. We have to call someone from the city to come with another tyre. Or else, we won't be able to go much further. It's already 6:15; it's raining cats and dogs getting really dark." I replied.

"Let me call Harsh" said Bharti aunty. Harsh was Bharti aunty's son and was in the real estate and construction business. "He might be around here somewhere on one of his projects. He might be able to help us." She quipped.

She took out her cell phone and called Harsh. Lucky for us he was just four kilometres away on one of his projects. He said that he would come to pick us up in thirty minutes or so.

The ladies and I were relieved. 

But Hamir said something which would make that relief short lived.

"Madam, if you go with Harshbhai right now and leave Sahilbhai's SUV here it will probably get stolen by the locals in the night. They tend to roam around the farm house in a drunken state at night and steal small things like garden tools. If they see this SUV then they'll surely come in large numbers to take it" he said to Anuradha aunty.

With a worried look she looked at all of us and said "Hamir is right. These village folk are a real pain. They once stole Hamir's motorcycle a few years ago when he placed it outside the farm's gate. They come around here all drunk and create all sorts of problems at times. If they see the SUV then they'll probably try to steal it."

"Then what do you propose we do?" asked mom

"If one of us stays here at night then there is a chance that they'll probably not dare to come and steal the SUV. Someone can come from the city tomorrow morning with the extra tyre and we can go back." Said Anuradha aunty.

"But who will stay here at night Anuradha?" asked Shikha aunty. "None of us girls can stay here alone in the night. And Sahil cannot stay alone as well or some villagers might try to coerce him and take the SUV" 

"I have an idea" said Anuradha aunty. "If I stay here then they'll probably not come here as Samir has some contacts with the local police and politicians. They'll think a hundred times before coming here to do some crap when I am around. And just as an extra protection, Sahil can stay here with me. You girls can go back with Harsh to Ahmedabad and send someone to help us tomorrow." She continued.

I felt mom wanted to say something but she could not muster up the words to say it. Or maybe she was trying to think of some other alternative but she couldn't think of any. 

Finally Bharti aunty said "I think that under the circumstances, it is the only logical course of action that we can take." 

"I agree with Bharti. But do you have food and stuff for the night?" asked Shikha aunty with a look of genuine concern.

"Yes, Hamir has brought some groceries from the village today morning after I called and told him that we were coming. He will prepare dinner and breakfast for us" replied Anuradha aunty.

We heard a car honking loudly. 

"That's Harsh" said Bharti aunty. "He has come. Let's go quickly before the rain worsens." 

"Alright let's go" quipped mom. "Anuradha, take care of my son. And Sahil, see you tomorrow sweetheart. Take care of Anuradha aunty."

They left. It was 7:25.

Anuradha aunty and I were alone at the farm house.



"Well, I guess that just leaves the two of us here?" I said

"Yeah" said Anuradha aunty. "What should we do?"

"I think I need to dry myself first. I got wet when I went out to check on the SUV." I said

Anuradha aunty looked at me in a way which I thought was quite weird. She scanned me from head to toe and said "I think you need to change. Your clothes are very wet. If you don't change, you could get sick." 

"But I don't have any extra clothes. We came here for a few hours only so I didn't bring along any extra clothes." I replied

"Don't worry Sahil. Samir leaves a few pairs of clothes here just in case we suddenly plan to come here. I think his clothes will fit you. Let me go and check his wardrobe."

She went upstairs to the master bedroom and came back in a couple of minutes with a shirt and pyjama. It looked like it would probably fit me.

"Here, try this on. See if it fits" she said.

I took the clothes and went into the downstairs bedroom which was adjacent to the dining room and change into the shirt and pyjama. The shirt fit me nicely but the pyjama was an inch or two shorter and a little tight in the crotch. Luckily, my underwear didn't get wet and was wearable. I couldn't think about using Samir uncle's underwear too. Thank God.




One Night At The Farm



I came out of the room and saw Anuradha aunty sitting on the dining table reading some magazine. As soon as I came out, she turned her head towards me and scanned me yet again in what I again thought was a weird way. Then again, I thought I was thinking too much and went and sat down on next to her.

She didn't say a word. She turned her attention back to the magazine. It was GQ. She didn't look at me, kept her eyes on the magazine and behaved like she was reading it and said "I think there is a small problem."

"What problem?" I asked

"Well, the bed in master bedroom upstairs is broken. Samir's nephew had come last week with his friends in the weekend over her and had a sleepover. Those scoundrels broke the bed while doing God knows what!" she said with a tinge of frustration in her voice.

"Oh. Ok. Then I think I can sleep on the sofa in the living room and you can take the downstairs bedroom." I said.

"Oh, don't be silly. The sofa is too small for you and plus, you might roll down and fall from it during the night. Samir slept there in the afternoon one day while watching TV and fell down on the marble floor. He was lucky he didn't break anything." She replied with what I sensed to be a deep concern in his voice.

"Then what should we do Anuradha aunty?" I asked

"Well, I think there is only thing that can be done. The both of us will have to sleep in the downstairs bedroom" she said

"How will we do that. There are no sofas or extra mattresses with you. Are they? I asked a bit puzzled at her proposal.

"No, there aren't any sofas or mattresses. We will have to sleep in the same bed" she replied.

Before I could say anything else she said "Don't be uncomfortable Sahil, I am your mother's best friend. I am like your mother in many ways."

I didn't know how to react or reply to that statement. I just quietly nodded.

"Great. Now that we have that out of the way let's tell Hamir to make us something good for dinner. Its already 8 and he takes a long time in doing almost anything" she said smiling.

"Ok."

She called Hamir who was in the kitchen cutting vegetables and started instructing him on what to make for us. 

At that time I noticed something about her I hadn't noticed before.

Anuradha aunty was a beautiful woman. Really beautiful. She had a pretty face. A face that exuded a type of radiance and vibrant texture that is seldom found in Indian women her age. She had a deep soothing voice and a body that most 20-something girls would kill for. And she always looked naturally beautiful because she didn't use makeup even during weddings. And the X-factor was that there was something about her that always attracted me towards her since I achieved puberty. I couldn't tell what it was, but it was just there.

"Sahil, Hamir will take some time to prepare dinner" she said looking at me and breaking me out of my thoughts. "Let's get something to drink. What will you have?"

"I don't drink" I said curtly.

"Oh, come on, you're 20 years old now. There is no need to be ashamed or scared of drinking as long as you don't overdo it" she said in a matter of fact way.

"Honestly, I have only tasted alcohol on two occasions and I didn't like the taste." I said.

"Really, what did you try?" she asked

"Well, I tasted beer on both occasions and it tasted like crap." I said.

"No wonder you felt like that. Beer is not a real drink. You should try some scotch whisky. That'll show you how good alcohol really is" she said laughing.





"Alright, but don't give me too much. I don't want to get drunk with my mom's best friend" I replied laughing.

So Anuradha aunty made me a drink. Johnny Walker Green Label. I took a sip and found it much better than beer. 

As both of us rolled down two pegs and started relaxing we started talking. She told me all about her life. Her childhood, college life, her romance with Samir uncle and even some titbits about her marriage life. I was a little shy hearing about her college affair with Samir uncle but the alcohol did a great job in hiding that shyness. It was great seeing a not so "traditional" Indian woman open up and talk about her life so openly with a young kid like me.  

Even I took my guard down and talked to her about my life, my aspirations, my career plans, my goals. I even told her about a girl that I had serious crush on in my class. I got her to swear that she wouldn't tell anything to mom. 

After that, we had a nice dinner prepared by Hamir. He took a long time to cook but it was well worth the wait. Great food. 

After dinner Anuradha aunty declared "I am very tired and sleepy now Sahil. I think I'll brush my teeth, change and go to sleep. You can come in whenever you want to. Don't worry about disturbing me."

"Actually, I too am very tired. I think I'll turn in too." I said.

"Alright, then let me get changed first. I'll call you once in once I've changed" she said and walked into the bedroom.

After ten minutes, she called me in.

I entered the room and saw her sitting on what I assumed would be her side of the bed. 

She had dressed into a red coloured night gown that looked like it was made from satin. Her long  hair were shining beautifully under the bright yellow LED light. She was applying moisturiser to her hands that smelt of jasmine.

She caught me looking at her and looked at me and smiled. "I'll go to sleep now Sahil. Good Night."

"Good night aunty" I said and lied down on the other side of the bed. 

It was hardly 10 and we were going to sleep. I usually slept at midnight but I was quite tired after all of today's ordeals.

But somehow, I could not sleep. I twisted and turned in bed for quite a while but I could not sleep. Maybe, it was a side effect of alcohol I thought. Finally, I went to sleep after what probably must have been an hour of trying to sleep.

I immediately went into a weird dream (Aren't all dreams weird?). I dreamed of being surrounded by Bharti aunty, Shikha aunty, Anuradha aunty and mom in what was some weird kind of white space. I was stark naked and lying on what looked like one those long psychiatrist chairs sporting a massive hard on. Mom and her friends were in their birthday suits as well.
They approached towards where I was and started caressing different avenues of my body. Bharti aunty was licking my toes, Shikha aunty was sitting on me with my face stuffed directly into her pussy, mom was massaging my thighs with some kind of oil as Anuradha aunty was giving me head. I didn't understand what was going on and why these women were doing this to me. But I liked what they were doing! I felt as if I was floating in the sky and going through the seventh heaven of sexual pleasure.

Then, I let out a huge grunt as I came directly into Anuradha aunty's mouth. I heard a lot of loud moans simultaneously along with my grunt as I felt all four women Cumming along with me. 

Suddenly, I felt a stinging pain on my penis as if someone had bit me. I let out a small scream and felt myself suddenly transported out of the white space and saw all the women bar Anuradha aunty disappear. Anuradha aunty still had my dick in her mouth and was looking directly into my eyes.

I didn't realize what the hell was happening until I came to my senses and finally realized that I had been dreaming about having the sexual encounter with all four women at the same time. But, Anuradha aunty was really lying in bed next to me and giving me a blowjob.

My eyes widened with alarm but I could not say anything. Both of us looked into each other's eyes for what was probably a couple of minutes but felt like eternity before I slowly blurted out "What are you doing?"

She didn't say a word and released her oral grip from my cock and slowly slid down next to me and started unbuttoning my shirt. 

I was still dazed as to what the fuck was really going on.

She sensed my anxiety and the questioning look on my face and said "Sahil, please let me do this. I need you right now and I know you're liking this too. So keep mum and lets have some fun."  

With that she planted a deep kiss on my lips. Her lips felt like strawberry as she drilled her tongue down m throat. And I liked what I was feeling. Our tongues intertwined with each other performing oral acrobats. She had started rubbing her hands on my now bare and slightly hairy chest. 

Needless to say, this gave me a giant boner as Anuradha aunty continued kissing the side of my neck and slowly moved down towards my chest planting kisses along the way. She kept rubbing my stomach which made me feel really good. 

As she kept rubbing me and kissing my chest her hand accidentally touched my now erect penis. She suddenly stopped and looked at it. She didn't say  a single word but the look in her eyes told me everything. She was looking at my dick with such intense lust that it sent a couple of shivers down my spine. She didn't look like a "lady" anymore. Instead she now looked like a wild vixen who would do unspeakable things to her prey. I was turned on like hell. But, instead of a making a move just then, I laid still waiting to see what she would do.

She crawled down the south end of the bed slowly. I could see her buttocks jiggling through her red night gown in my face as she approached my member. 

Her face was very close to my member and I could feel her warm breath on the tip of my dick. This made my dick throb. She looked like a wild animal smelling the body of its prey. 

I wondered if she was alright.

Suddenly, she let out a slow sensual moan and lurched at my dick. She started kissing it from base to tip. Her kisses weren't the slow sensual types but of the wild and animalistic passion types. Then she went from kissing it to alternating between stroking it and kissing it. I was feeling great. But I was a little worried to as she was literally starting to hurt my penis.

"Hey, relax" I said "Take it easy, you're starting to hurt me."

She immediately relaxed a bit and said "Oh, I am sorry, it's just that I can't control myself when I see a large and inviting cock like yours. I'll take it easy."

She continued her previous activity of stroking an kissing my cock albeit, at a slower pace.

Then without a warning, she wrapped her beautiful mouth around the tip of my penis and slowly nibbled at it. It tickled a bit but felt so good that my body started to vibrate and gyrate with pleasure. She continued nibbling and sucking the tip of my penis but somehow didn't go in for yet another blowjob. I guess she didn't do it because she already had done that earlier.

My moans started getting louder and louder

"OH, ANURADHA AUNTY, OHHHH.... I AM FEELING SO GREAAAT... SUCK ME... SUCK ME... YOU BITCH... SUCK ME..."

I was losing it and felt as if I would come soon.

She realized what I was feeling and suddenly stopped sucking my cock and said.

"Now that we're all warmed up, let's fuck."

With that, she slowly got up on the bed and positioned herself on top of me. She was going for the cowgirl position. She took my standing member and slowly guided me inside her. The feeling was just unbelievable.

"Oh my God, this feels so good  Anuradha aunty."

She smiled a lusty smile and started pounding herself onto me. After three or four pounds she started gyrating and wildly screaming "OH.... SAHIL.... OHHH... I LOVE YOU... OHHH... I AM LOVING THIS.... YOUR COCK IS SOOOOO NICE AND THICK... OHHH FUCK ME... FUCK YOUR AUNTY.... FUCK YOU..... BASTARD...."

I was getting more and more turned on by this wordplay by Anuradha aunty. 

I increased the speed of her pounds on top of me by holding her by the side of her hips and pushing her up as soon as she landed down on my dick. This increased the number and intensity of the strokes. It also increased the pleasure. 

She continued to scream wildly. It was as if she didn't fear Hamir hearing what she was doing. But that thought quickly drowned in the midst of all the pleasure.

"OHH.. SAHIL... I AM ABOUT TO COME... COME WITH ME... COME WITH ME... I LOVE YOU..."
Before, I could do anything she leaned down towards my face and stuck her tongue inside my throat and kissed me as her vaginal walls started to contract around my cock. My cock started to twitch and I reached orgasm along with her as my cock spewed boatloads of cum inside her pussy. 

Our moans and groans filled the room as our bodies continued to shiver with the after effects of pleasure, entwined together in a sensual shape.

We continued panting, reaching for oxygen as neither of us could move a muscle after the fantastic love making session that we had just had. 

After a few minutes, we didn't realize that our bodies were beginning to relax. We were so tired we fell asleep in the same position with me still inside her.

Oh, what a magnificent night it had been.

Thank God for the punctured SUV and thieving villagers.

More to come in the next story...

I would love to hear from you regarding suggestions/opinions/feedback/criticisms. It will only make my work better.

Sahil.



One Night at the Gym



It all started when I was at work late one night. I'd started a job as night janitor at a health club about a month earlier. I've always been somewhat of an exhibitionist, so it wasn't unusual for my thoughts to turn to walking around naked. I drove myself crazy throughout my entire shift thinking about it. I had never gotten naked at work (not at this job anyway), even though I'm usually there alone after closing. My mind was racing, I couldn't stop thinking about it! I knew that tonight was the night. I worked my shift with a cute, yet familiar, smile on my face.

Finally, it was closing time. The receptionist lingered for what seemed like forever. The customers were finishing up and leaving, slowly. People usually stood around and chatted for a few minutes before leaving, but it seemed to drag on forever tonight. "Why don't you all just shut up and leave! Don't you have a life?!" I kept asking in my head. I tried to keep myself busy, with moderate success. By the time everyone had left, I was dripping wet from the anticipation.

I walked through the building one last time, making sure no one was left. I was finally alone. It was finally time! I thought for a moment about where I would go, what I would do. I would go down to the weight room, because all of the walls are mirrored. I would then walk the building, naked, and probably masturbate in the main lobby, since it was the riskiest place. Then I would head back down to the weight room, get dressed, and finish my cleaning duties. I felt the butterflies in my gut building as I walked down the stairs. Everything was familiar, yet so different.

As I was turning the corner, I looked around one last time, the rush flowing through my entire body. I cracked a little smile, and untied one shoelace. I heard a snapping sound coming from upstairs. My heart stopped. Was someone still here? Impossible, I thought to myself. I had checked everywhere, and all the doors were locked. What was it? Should I go and investigate? I made my way to a window and looked outside, and decided that it was windy enough that it was probably the cause of the noise.

Smiling again, I untied the other shoelace and slipped off my shoes, then peeled off my socks, slowly. Like I always do, I laid them out neatly so that I could get them on in a hurry if I needed to. Snap! I heard the noise again, this time louder. My heart once again skipped a beat, and I froze. I told myself, "don't be a wimp!" So I wasn't. I looked at myself in the mirror and noticed my nipples were rock solid, and poking out from my t-shirt. I got goosebumps at the sight! I took a moment to play with them through my shirt. It was so intense! I slipped one hand, then the other, under my shirt and tugged at them through my bra. I could feel the tingling and heat building between my legs. I peeled my shirt off, laying it out neatly in case something bad happened. I unhooked my bra, and let it fall to the floor. I stood there for a moment, looking at myself, topless, in the mirror. Snap! The noise again! I was somewhat less startled this time, but it still made me freeze for a few moments.

I shrugged it off and ran my hands over my breasts, rubbing my nipples with my palm. The light in this room was fantastic! I could see every little goosebump on my large breasts, and there were a lot of them. My hands found their way to my waistline, and I couldn't stand it any longer. I quickly undid my pants, and hooked my panties with my thumbs and yanked them down. Snap! I didn't even hesitate this time. I peeled off my pants, and like my other clothing, laid them out for a quick dressing.

I'd done it! I was completely naked. The air conditioning was still cranking, the maintenance guy must have forgotten to set the thermostat to turn off at night. Oh well, it was great. It was giving me the most fabulous goosebumps, and my nipples were still rock hard. I stood there for a few minutes, caressing my entire body. I even laid down on a weight bench and caressed my legs, and looked at my vagina in the mirror. It was gushing wet! I had shaved right before I came to work, and I could see every exquisite detail. I pulled at it, touched it, and rubbed it, all while watching myself. I reminded myself that I wanted to go up front and do this. I forced myself to stop, even though it felt incredible.

I stood up, and looked down at the large wet spot on the weight bench. I'd have to remember to clean that... I walked to the door, and peered around the corner. No one was there. I skittishly walked out of the weight room, into the hallway. Snap! I stopped, but only for a brief moment. As I gained more confidence, my breathing got easier. I was still shaking. I could feel the wetness between my legs growing. I walked up the stairs, slowly at first, towards the office area that led to the main lobby. As I reached the top of the stairs, I was practically running! I watched my breasts bounce in the reflection of the glass door at the top of the stairs. I was entranced.

I touched the door to open it. Snap! It was still coming from above, as if from the roof. It was much louder this time! I considered aborting my mission and heading back down the stairs, but the heat between my legs would not hear of it. I quickly decided that I was just being paranoid, and determined that I would press on. I was committed now. I pulled the door open and stepped into the hallway. Just ahead and around the corner was the main lobby, with its glass wall looking out into the parking lot. The lights were off, except the few that stayed on all night. I walked quickly down the hallway, and stopped at the corner. I peeked around it, no one was there. I slowly came around the corner and stepped onto the cold tile floor. It sent a jolt through my system. I was doing it!

I walked around the desk, toward the front door. There are benches that line the sides of the lobby, and I sat down on one of them. I looked around one more time, and laid on my back. I began caressing my body, first my sides, then my legs and my feet. I scraped my fingernails along my inner thighs, and it drove me crazy! Snap! I didn't even care anymore. My hand inevitably made its way to my waiting pussy. It was positively soaked. I made a note to remember to clean this bench when I was finished, it would certainly need it. I ran one finger along my lips. Snap! It barely even registered this time. I shoved my finger into my slit, and grabbed my nipple with my other hand and moaned softly.

I continued rubbing my finger along my slit, ever so slowly. My finger brushed against my clit, and it made me yelp! It was rock hard already. I rubbed it, gently, and squeezed my nipple even more. My legs shot up into the air, and I rubbed my clit harder, and with my other hand, rubbed the slit once again. I moaned softly as I began rubbing faster. I shoved two fingers into my hot pussy, and I lost it. I came harder than I ever had before! I almost blacked out. Snap! I continued banging my twat for what seemed like forever, as wave after wave of orgasm racked my entire body. I realized that I was moaning, loud.

I shuddered a few more times, and slowly pulled my fingers out. I looked up just in time to see the headlights pulling into the parking lot. Shit! I took off into a full sprint, and nearly slipped on the tile floor! I bolted through the door, down the stairs, and turned the corner into the weight room. I began putting my clothes back on, as quickly as I could. I pulled my shoes on just as I heard the front door deadbolt being opened. Fuck! Who was that? I ran to the laundry room in a panic. I listened to the footsteps, and as they started clomping down the steps, I realized that I hadn't picked up my bra! I had meant to put it in my pants pocket, as there was no way I would have had time to put it on. But I'd forgotten, and now one of my co-workers was here, and headed this way. I knew I was busted. I almost started crying. I decided I had to at least try to grab it.

I reached for the door handle, but it opened towards me, and startled me. It was the maintenance guy. He gave me a funny look. I knew I was sweaty and panting. "I, uh, just wanted to let ya know I was here, I'm gonna be working on the air conditioner. She's been gettin' stuck on sometimes, sticky relay and all... " He glanced at my shirt, and I knew my nipples were rock hard and poking out something fierce. He blushed a little and started to say something, but stopped at the last second. He mumbled something about being on the roof and quickly left. Did I get away with it? As I counted my blessings, I grabbed a bottle of spray cleaner and took off towards the weight room. Just in time to see him bend down and grab my bra.

He picked it up and turned around, and said, "This here belong to you?" I said yeah, it must have fallen out of my jeans pocket. I could feel my face turning red. I said something about it being hot and since I was the only one here, I took it off since it was making me chafe. He blushed bright red this time, and handed it to me as he walked past and smiled. I couldn't help but notice he was staring at my chest openly now! I must admit, it turned me on. A lot.

I didn't bother to put on my bra that night. As I went about my duties (including cleaning the weight bench and the bench up front) he found many excuses to come in and grab this or that, or to adjust the thermostat. I thoroughly enjoyed the attention! I even tucked in my shirt to show off my chest a little more. I could feel myself getting wet all over again.

He came into the laundry room as I was finishing up and said he was finished, and that he would see me tomorrow. I smiled and wished him a good evening, and he tipped his hat and left. I finished up and set the alarm, and went home and masturbated two more times that night! It was a night I would never forget.