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Stud Service

By: effinhot



Once again, my wife had invited a friend for the weekend. This time, it was Kristen, a former colleague of hers from work, who lived about 400 miles north of us with her husband, close to the coast. Kristen was an open, friendly person who was always there when anyone needed her. She and her husband Pete were close friends of ours for many years. We had been on vacation together several times and had had great fun. Pete was a very content, simple, open person who helped where he could. He had a decent job which paid well and provided his family with a comfortable lifestyle.

Although Kristen seemed to be content with her life, she often made comments hinting at the fact that she was not truly satisfied with things as they were. My wife, Claire, mentioned that Kristen had wished for a second child, but that Pete was happy with one child and, at his age of 55, was not interested in having more. Apparently, Pete was in general not as active in bed as Kirsten had hoped, but Kristen's hopes were futile.

Kristen was a 38 year old, tall, fiery redhead with large tits, a slim waist, a nice round ass and very pale skin. She was usually dressed in jeans and a sweater, and never seemed to realize how hot she really was. My wife, Claire, was shorter, but with a great body, full tits and a round ass. She is in good shape and did not look at all like a 39 year-old mom.

When Kristen arrived at our home, she came with her only daughter and was looking forward to a few days of rest and relaxation. After the initial greetings and extensive exchange of recent news, we settled into a pleasant state of day-trips, wining, dining and story-telling. After the first few days, my wife and Kirsten would fill up on a bottle of wine in the evening and really loosen up. They would spend the evening giggling and making lewd remarks about anything. 

One afternoon, Kristen was going up the stairs in front of me, with her ass directly in my face. As I stared at her, I was sure that she was not wearing anything beneath her extremely tight jeans. I jokingly asked if it was decent for a Mom of her age to run around without underwear. Kristen smiled back at me, unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down just enough for me to see that she was, in fact, wearing a light-blue thong. I apologized, but she just laughed and said she was glad someone was interested in her ass these days.

During the second week of Kristen's visit, we cooked an excellent meal and had gotten the children to bed at a reasonable time. As I returned to the living room after reading to the children, the two ladies abruptly stopped a whispered conversation, both looking guilty as hell. We sat together for a little while afterward and talked, told raunchy jokes and generally had a good time. After a few bottles of wine, I decided to call it a night and let the "girls" have some time for themselves. I kissed my wife and Kristen good night, showered, and fell into our bed at about midnight.

I had apparently been asleep for awhile, when I noticed Claire crawling into bed. She crept up on me and slid under the covers, moving very close and breathing hard. After listening to hear whether I was truly sleeping, she reached over and started caressing my stomach and thighs. I pretended to be asleep, waiting to see where this was going. Claire changed her caressing, moving closer and closer to my crotch. By now, I had a raging hard-on, just thinking about what might follow. She grabbed my balls through my shorts with one hand, while stroking my rod with the other. By now, I had begun to breathe heavily, hoping Claire would think I was still sleeping. Suddenly, she threw the blankets aside, pulled down my shorts, and with one swift movement, devoured my cock. 

I realized there was no use in pretending to sleep, so I thrust my cock deep into her throat. Claire never missed a beat and started sucking and stroking as furiously as she could. After initially stroking and pinching her beautiful ass, I started tugging at it, trying to get her into a 69 position. Claire immediately realized what I was after and turned around, planting her pussy on my face. I began licking an sucking her clit as fast as I could. She, in turn, started stroking and sucking my cock like there was no tomorrow. Suddenly, Claire stopped working my cock, turned around, and sat square on my face. She furiously began sliding her clit back and forth on my face, rubbing her clit on my tongue. I grabbed her ass cheeks and led her into a rhythmic back and forth motion.

As I was licking and sucking on Claire's clit, I felt a wonderful, warm, wet feeling on my cock. This made me extremely hot, so I stepped up my efforts on Claires pussy. After a few minutes of true oral bliss, I realized that Claire, sitting on my face and facing the wall behind us, could not be sucking my cock. I froze, which Claire obviously noticed. Suddenly, she grabbed the back of my head, pulled my face into her crotch and forced me to keep licking an sucking her pussy. At the same time, I realized that Kristen must have been the one working on my cock, and started thrusting into her mouth. I reached up and started rubbing Claire's hard nipples, who grabbed my hands and encouraged me to to really grab ahold, kneading her tits and pinching her nipples. She usually was not that forceful, and her being nastier than usual together with Kristen working on my cock really turned me on.

It did not take long until I could feel I was going to explode, so I tried to slow down Kristen's frantic action on my cock, holding back my own movements. Claire realized what was going on and quickly climbed off my face. Kristen did not miss a beat and moved up, straddling my cock. I figured at this point that I could risk getting some action I had been fantasizing about for years - since, after all, I had been "tricked". I took Claire's hand, who had been standing next to the bed watching, and led it to to my raging hard, wet cock. She jerked it a few times, then squeezed it hard at the base, making me even harder. Now, she was the one who would have to allow her husband to fuck her best friend. Kristen slowly lowered herself down on me, massaging my cock with her soft, warm pussy. She then began riding me wildly, breathing heavily and quietly groaning. I reached up and grabbed her huge tits, caressing them and softly squeezing her nipples. I propped myself up, grabbed one tit in each hand and frantically began licking and sucking her large, rock-hard nipples. Although it was fairly dark in the room, I could see Claire vaguely next to the bed. She was standing there watching us, pinching her nipples and rubbing her clit.

By now I was bolder, so I reached out and grabbed Claire's arm, pulling her to the bed. I led her hand to Kristen tits. At first, she was hesitant, so I took her hand in mine and began kneading and caressing Kristen's magnificent tits together. It didn't take long until Claire lost her inhibitions and frantically began to work on Kristen's tits., while Kristen continued to ride me - only now more slowly, enjoying both my cock in her pussy and Claire's hands on her tits. I leaned over, grabbed the back of Claire's head and pulled her closer for a long, deep kiss. She was also caught up in the moment, breathing hard and going wild with her tongue in my mouth. I pulled away from her and then gently lead her mouth to Kristen's nipples. This seemed to be the moment she had been waiting for - there was no more hesitation. Claire began kneading, pinching, sucking and gently biting Kristen's tits. Kristen obviously loved the attention, so she reached up and massaged her own tits together with Claire. This really made me hot, so I leaned back and watched their vague silhouettes, listening to both their frantic breathing and concentrating on the excellent ride that Kristen was still giving me.

In the mean time, I was getting closer and closer to cumming, but was not sure if that was also part of the girls' plan. I reached down and grabbed Kristen's milky white ass, trying to slow her movement down enough to keep me from cumming. Once again, Claire picked up on what was going on. She stopped caressing Kristen's tits and grabbed my hands, holding them tightly. She leaned down and gave me a deep kiss, then she began to fuck my mouth with her tongue with the same speed Kristen was now hopping up and down on my cock. Both gradually picked up the pace until it was frantic. I figured cumming in Kristen must be part of the plan, then I could not hold back anymore and at the same time Kristen began to moan loudly and shake, I broke away from Claire. I bellowed and pumped Kristen's magnificent, soft pussy full of cum, while the muscles in her pussy spasmed around my cock.

Kristen slowly recovered from her massive orgasm and flopped off me, laying on the bed and breathing hard. Claire layed down next to me and kissed me as deeply as she had before. At the same time, she grabbed my wet cock and began stroking and squeezing it. My shrinking cock began slowly coming back to life. Claire stopped kissing me and moved down to my almost erect cock, still wet from Kristen. She took it deep in her throat with one swift movement, sticking her tongue out and massaging my balls with the tip of it. She kept this up for a few minutes, until I was ready for the next round. I quickly got up and tried to maneuver Claire into a position to fuck her brains out. She, however, had other plans. She took a firm hold of my cock and slapped Kristen on her ass. Kristen rolled over and stuck her beautiful ass in the air. Claire tried to lead my cock straight to her pussy. I hesitated, wondering if I could use the moment and get some action I had not been getting for awhile. I stood firm, with Claire still grasping my cock and urging me to fuck Kristen doggy style. I spread Kristen's ass cheeks, spit on her asshole and began rubbing her tight asshole. Although Kristen responded with moans and began trying to rock back on to my thumb, Claire leaned over, bit me in the earlobe and whispered "later". I figured that was okay and plunged my fully erect cock back into Kristen's pussy.

It slowly dawned on me that fucking Kristen might be serving a purpose - after all, she did want another child and her husband did not. With this in mind, I felt a sudden sense of power. If I was the key to these ladies' plan, I might as well get the best out of it. I picked up the speed with which I was pumping Kristen's clenching pussy, and began to rub my thumb around her asshole again. Kristen was loving it, moaning and pushing back to get as much as she could. I stuck my thumb all the way into her ass and began finger fucking her ass in sync with fucking her pussy. Claire had been watching on the bed and rubbing her own pussy. I reached out and grabbed her arm, leading her hand to my balls. She took the hint and started massaging them in tact to my fucking Kristen. This really got me going and made me harder than ever. I decided to take it a bit further, so I pulled Kristen to the edge of the bed and stood behind her, never missing a beat. I then reached over to Claire and guided her head down between my legs. She got the hint, kneeled down and began licking and sucking at my balls and Kristen's hot pussy. After a few moments of this great double action, I couldn't hold back any longer and began shooting another load of cum deep in Kristen's pussy. Claire massaged my balls and squeezed my cock, milking every last drop into Kristen. 

We all three fell forward on the bed, exhausted and breathing heavily. After catching our breath, Claire hesitantly began caressing my cock, testing whether I was up to more fun. I remembered Claire's promise and my cock instantly began to grow again. Claire took the cue and went to work, sucking and licking the life back into me. She was more vigorous than usual, spitting on my cock and jacking me feverishly. At the same time, I could see that she had switched from playing with her clit and finger-fucking her twat to finger-fucking her ass. When I was fully erect, Claire climbed on top of me, grabbed my sloppy, wet cock and squeezed it hard at the base, making me even harder. She slowly sat down on my cock, placing the head at her tight butthole. She began to slowly gyrate her hips, winding down on my cock. After working the head of my cock in, she pushed down hard and my cock disappeared up to my balls with one swift movement. I was in heaven - we hadn't had anal sex in years. Claire went into a squatting position, making her asshole even tighter. Then, she slowly started bouncing up and down on my cock. 

I was enjoying every minute, but also concentrating on not cumming too soon, since I wanted this to last forever. Claire got into a steady rhythm of sliding up and down on my cock, moaning and frantically playing with her clit. I grabbed her tits a bit harder than usual, pushing her up and then forcing her down on my cock.

While we were furiously fucking each other, I remembered Kristen, who was still laying next to me. She lay there naked, with her beautiful ass towards me. I let go of Claire's tits and began caressing Kristen's smooth, white ass cheeks. Kristen responded by wiggling her ass, and then pushing back towards me. I figured such a chance would not come again soon, so I started gently probing around Kristen's asshole with my fingers. Kristen seemed to enjoy the attention and began moaning and circling her clit with her own fingers. Claire had caught on to what was going on, smiled at me, pinched the base of my cock with one hand and began to thrust down on me more furiously than ever. This kept me from cumming right away, but made my cock even harder, giving her more pleasure. After a few brief moments of this frantic action, Claire sat down hard, screamed "I'm cumming!" and her asshole began clenching my cock in rhythm to her own orgasm. 

By now, I had worked 2 fingers into Kristen's ass and was gently finger-fucking her. She, in turn, was finger-fucking her own pussy in tact to my efforts. After Claire recovered from her orgasm, she climbed off me, causing my erect cock to come out of her ass with a "plop". She crawled down and sucked my stiff cock deep into her mouth. Once again, she began sucking, spitting and jacking my cock until it could not get any harder. Then, she slapped Kristen's ass, who got the hint and knelt in front of me, offering her pure white ass. Claire slapped her again, spit on her already glistening asshole, took a firm hold of my dripping cock and led me to Kristen. Claire placed the tip of my cock at Kristen's asshole, got behind me, grabbed Kristen's hips and slowly pulled her back onto my cock. I couldn't believe what was happening, but didn't want it to stop. Once Claire had pulled Kristen back up to my balls, she let go of Kristen's hips, crawled underneath her and began sucking and biting her huge tits. I grabbed Kristen's hips and furiously began fucking her ass. Even though I had cum twice already, the excitement of fucking these 2 beautiful women and the awesome sensation of Kristen's asshole milking my stiff cock would not let me last long. Claire realized that I was close to cumming, crawled back behind me and began massaging my balls again. This pushed me over the edge, and I began shooting my remaining cum up her exquisite ass. That sent Kristen over the edge as well, as she pushed back hard, her own fingers wildly working on her clit and sending wave after wave of orgasm through her body. We all 3 collapsed in a heap on the bed, breathing heavily and caressing each other. Shortly after that, we all fell asleep.

When I woke up, both of the ladies were gone. I could hear voices in the kitchen and smelled the usual breakfast smells. I took a brief shower, got dressed, and went downstairs. I hesitantly walked into the kitchen, not too sure about what to expect. The children were at the table, already eating breakfast. Claire and Kristen were busy getting things ready, gabbing and giggling in a constant stream. When they noticed me standing there, both came over and gave me a kiss - Claire on the mouth and Kristen on the cheek. Both of them wiggled their asses as they walked away, forcing me to sit down in order to hide my growing cock. Then Claire turned towards me, smiled and said "Kristen asked if she could stay another week - would that be okay with you?" - and flashed me her widest smile. I simply said "sure", not wanting to sound too eager. Both ladies smiled at me, turned around and went back to preparing breakfast. I poured myself a cup of coffee and began dreaming about what the coming week might have in store...

Stud Service



Disclaimer: This is an erotic story. You must be 18 to read this story, be able to read erotica in your community and not be offended by the contents of it. If you are not 18, live in an overly repressed community, or are easily offended, move on. This is not for you.

This story is fiction and as such is protected under the first amendment. The people referred to in this story do not behave this way in real life, this is a fantasy and any resemblance to real people or situations is merely a coincidence. Any copyrighted names, works, etc. remain property of their respective owner(s).

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Author's Note: This is another old story, written in 2004. Back when it was still possible to like Charlie Sheen. But Charlie is not the focus of the story, Denise Richards is. So, read on if you like. 

A very sincere thanks to all the authors who spend so much of their time and effort to bring these stories to us all. Your efforts are much appreciated.

And now the story -

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"I want you to fuck me."

I put down the pages I had been reading and looked up at the woman approaching me with a determined glint in her beautiful blue eyes, "I'm sorry, did you say something?"

"You heard me."

Well yes I had. I had heard her. Just like I had heard her say the same thing almost every single day for years now. In my fantasies that is. But in reality... no, this would be something new in my experience and I really couldn't tell if I had actually heard it, or if it was just me daydreaming again. Besides, if Denise Richards walked up to you and told you she wanted you to fuck her wouldn't you want to hear it over and over again?

"Yeah, I heard you, but I can't have heard what I think I heard, so would you mind repeating it?"

She had reached the couch where I was sitting and was standing there with her hands on her hips, the determined look replaced by one of growing impatience. Slowly and clearly she repeated her statement.

"I said, I want you to fuck me."

"Sorry, I'm still not getting it. Could you repeat it again? And this time..."

"Do you want me to slap you?"

No, that didn't sound like nearly as much fun as the other thing. But I just couldn't believe that Denise was being serious about this.

"Denise, come on! You can't be serious!"

"Why not?"

"Well for one thing you're married..."

"Fat lot of good that's done me!"

"... and for another thing, you're gay!"

"That didn't stop me from marrying a guy in the first place!"

This much was true. It hadn't stopped her. But there was a story there, and I was one of the few people around who knew it. Denise and Charlie's marriage was one of convenience in the finest tradition of Hollywood sham marriages. Only this time it wasn't the leading man who was gay, it was the bride. The leading man was just the biggest horn dog this side of Wilt Chamberlin. By marrying each other they had both gotten the cover of respectability, Charlie appearing to finally settle down and stop his whoring ways, and Denise throwing off the growing suspicion that she played for the home team. Plus, fringe benefit, Denise really wanted children and this had seemed like the best way to accomplish that goal. Two birds with one license. Just one problem, Charlie was never home long enough to stick it to Denise and get her pregnant.

"Which begs the question, why me? Shouldn't you be looking for your husband?"

Even as the words were leaving my mouth I was mentally kicking myself. Denise Richards was offering to make my greatest fantasy a reality and here I was trying to talk my way out of it. Sometimes...

Denise chose to ignore my second question completely, "Why not you? You're here..."

Talk about your ego busters.

"... you're young, you're reasonably good looking, you can get it up... You can get it up can't you?"

My turn to ignore a question. A raised eyebrow and a small smirk being my only answer.

"Hmmm. Anyway, all of that is beside the point. The real reason is I'm tired of waiting and you can give me what I want."

"A cock?"

"Don't be vulgar. No, a baby."

How had I not seen this coming? What other reason could a lesbian have for wanting to fuck me? In spite of all the porno movies to the contrary, all gay women really do not harbor a secret desire for a good hard rogering from every guy they encounter. No, really, they don't. They tend not to be attracted to guys sexually, hence the whole lesbian thing. So if one does approach you and asks you to fuck her, there is probably a good reason for her to do so. Like with Denise. She really wanted a baby and she needed a guy to be the father. Needed a guy to be the father. To be the father. The father. The Father!

I looked up at Denise, the panic growing by the second as it finally dawned on me exactly what it was she was asking me to do. My original reluctance to her request, okay, demand, was now replaced by mind-numbing terror. I started to protest and she leaned over and placed a finger against my lips. Before the first words had even left my mouth she was already anticipating my objections and trying to quell my fears.

"Shh, shh shh shh. I know, I know. It's a big responsibility. You're not sure that you're ready for it. And even if you are you couldn't possibly bring a child into the world and not be a part of its life..."

Well she was certainly hitting all the bullet points. It was a big responsibility and I wasn't sure I was ready for it. And I definitely wasn't the kind of guy who could walk away from their kid and leave it for someone else to raise as his own. But Denise had answers for all of it. I could be as involved or uninvolved as I wanted. An absentee father or father of the year, whatever I wanted to be, when I wanted to be. And also if I wanted, the child would know me as its father, not Charlie. In fact Denise even had a plan to use this to her advantage. She would leak the child's parentage to the press and allow Charlie to sue her for divorce. It would be perfect. Charlie could go back to womanizing for a while and no one would blame him, and Denise would put another nail in the coffin of the rumors about her orientation. And she would get the baby she wanted so badly. A win-win situation for everybody.

Except for me. Maybe.

To be honest as I sat there listening to her explaining everything I was already losing track of why I would object to Denise's proposal in the first place, so busy was I watching her as she countered my opposition.

You see, Denise is a very, very beautiful woman. Very beautiful. And before that she had been a beautiful girl, and before that a beautiful child. All the way back to her days as an infant she had been beautiful. For her whole life she had been beautiful. And she had learned a few things along the way about how that beauty could be used to influence people. Get them to do things for her, give things to her that she wanted. Especially men. Particularly horny men who desperately, and not so secretly, had wanted her from the moment they had first laid eyes on her angelic face. So when Denise wanted something, and could not get it just by the asking, she tended to resort to other tactics to achieve her goal. Tactics that had been learned over a lifetime and honed to near perfection by years of practical application getting what she wanted from Hollywood producers and other men. In other words she used her sex appeal.

Which, if I had been thinking clearly, would have been really, really funny. In an ironic sort of way. Using sex appeal to convince someone who already desires you to have sex with you. Seems kind of redundant, doesn't it? Only I wasn't thinking clearly, thoughts of a ready and willing Denise already pushing everything else out of my mind, so the irony of the situation was lost on me.

In my defense she wasn't exactly playing fair here. A skilled practitioner like Denise has many ways of using her appeal, from the subtle through the flirty to the out-and-out forthright. Or, as was the case here, she could hit you with the sexual equivalent of a sledge hammer. As she was talking Denise had started to remove her skirt.

Now to a casual observer this might have appeared as if Denise was simply confident she could overcome my objections and she was just saving time, my eventual acceptance of her proposal a foregone conclusion. But if that was the case then why hadn't she started by removing her top? Why start with the skirt?

Because Denise knew that while showing me her tits would be exciting, it wouldn't be enough to overcome all my resistance and get me to agree to give her what she wanted. She knew I had already seen her tits. Hell, everyone with cable TV and a VCR had already seen her tits. No, Denise knew that to really wear me down and get me to simply agree to her demands she was going to have to do something that would so capture my attention there would be hardly anything left to continue fighting with. So she pulled out the big gun. Figuratively speaking of course.

From the second her fingers moved to the zipper on the side of her skirt my eyes were shifting back and forth from her gorgeous face to the hands that were now tugging at her garment. With a couple of sexy shakes of her hips the article of clothing slid to the ground and she was left standing there in just her black leather top and a thong. It was at this point that my eyes had stopped their shifting and remained firmly focused on the small swatch of fabric that was all that remained between me and nirvana. Basically I was now conducting my argument with Denise's crotch.

Until, that is, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her underwear and in one swift movement sent her thong to the ground to join her skirt. The discussion became far more one sided after that.

Words left me as I sat there staring at this beautiful woman's equally beautiful vagina. It was obvious to me that she waxed. Her bush was shaped into the ever popular landing strip, albeit Denise chose to keep her rectangle a little wider than most. She also seemed to let the hair grow a little longer than the usual closely trimmed style, perhaps as a way of contrasting with her very, very bare labia. Bare and puffy and oh so lickable.

My cock entered into the dispute. It did not take my side.

Denise was still talking to me as I sat there staring at her twat, putting up less and less resistance to her arguments with every passing second. I hadn't even noticed her removing her top and now she was standing there completely naked, asking me once again to give her what she wanted.

"So? Will you do it? Please say yes."

What was the question? Oh right. Denise wanted me to fuck her. My biggest fantasy was coming true. One of the most beautiful women in the world was asking, no, begging, me to fuck her. But, as is frequently the case when a fantasy comes to fruition, it was happening on terms not of my choosing. There was a condition. A big, fat, fucking condition.

A noble man would have said no. A stronger man would have walked away, head held high. An honorable man would have placed his own terms and conditions on the deal before pledging to be there always for the child and its mother. A gay man would have said something funny.

I was none of those.

What I was was more turned on than I had ever been before. All rational thought was eclipsed by one overpowering all-encompassing desire. I wanted to fuck the shit out of this woman. Always had. It didn't matter that she wanted me to be the father of her child, it didn't matter that she was married to another man and it sure as hell didn't matter that she was a lesbian. Nothing else mattered except that she was there and she was naked and she was willing. What more could any guy want? 

I said yes.

Consequences be damned.

The words were still echoing in my mind's ear when from somewhere in the back of my mind another thought appeared. What were the odds really of getting Denise pregnant on the first try? Slim to none I supplied in answer to my own question. I latched on to this without even knowing if it was true or not. For the first time since Denise had entered the room a smile found its way onto my face. Perhaps this could work out after all. I could make love to Denise and fulfill my fantasy, and when she didn't get pregnant I could act disappointed and walk away. Quickly. Oh gee Denise, bad luck that. Well, these things take time you know. Speaking of which, wouldja look at how late it is. Gotta run. Say hi to Charlie and good luck with that whole getting pregnant thing. My smile grew larger.

Upon hearing my answer and seeing the smile on my face Denise clapped her hands together and proceeded to lie down on her back on the couch with her legs bent at the knees and her feet flat on the cushions, just inches away from my thigh, "Okay good. Take off your clothes!"

"What? Now? Here?"

"Yes now. I just checked and this is the perfect time for me to try and get pregnant. Why, did you have someplace better to be?"

As she was saying this Denise allowed her legs to part slightly, pressing her right leg into the back of the couch while she lowered her left foot to the floor. She had her upper body propped up on her elbows and as I watched she took both hands and started to squeeze her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples lightly, the pink nubs growing erect from the attention. My eyes moved back to the patch of fur between Denise's legs and to the bare, puffy lips below it. Oh sweet mama.

I stood up and started to undress.

When I was fully naked I just stood where I was for a minute stroking my already hard cock and gazing at this nude goddess before me. Dear Lord what an exquisite creature she was. The hair, the face, those breasts, those legs, that twat. All perfect. She was easily the most beautiful woman I'd ever laid eyes on. It probably goes without saying then that once this was over she would be the most beautiful woman I'd ever laid. I felt more blood rush to my penis.

When one minute turned into two and threatened to turn into more Denise began to get impatient, clearing her throat noisily and saying "I'm not going to be ovulating forever you know."

It was a real effort to tear my eyes away from that incredible pussy and focus on Denise's face. She had a half grin on her face and was regarding me with one eyebrow raised. I had heard what she said but the words hadn't really registered with me and it must have shown so she tried again to get me going.

"Do you need some help getting started?"

Looking down to the fully erect unit I was still slowly stroking and then back up to Denise, I gave her a happy smile as I said "Apparently not. But thanks for asking."

She rolled her eyes at that and then in some exasperation said "That's not what I meant."

It's not? Then what could she... oh. Right.

I moved over to the couch and got into position between Denise's thighs with my left knee on the cushion and my right foot remaining flat on the floor. Once in place I thought maybe I should have taken Denise up on her offer to help. Not because I didn't know what to do, believe me I did, but because I couldn't decide where to start. So many tasty treats were laid out before me and I wanted to sample them all at once. My fantasy might not be playing out exactly the way I imagined it, but it was happening and Denise Richards was lying there naked before me, just waiting for me to touch her. And I'd probably still be there trying to decide where to begin if Denise had not brushed her right leg against my hand.

That little touch was all that was needed to break the deadlock and get me to make my opening move. I reached out with my left hand and placed it on Denise's right leg just above the knee. I ran it along her silky soft skin, moving upward on her thigh and stopping before I got too close to her groin. I may have wanted to sample it all but I wasn't sure how ready Denise was for me to dive right in, so I decided to take things slow. With my left hand still on her upper thigh I repeated the action with my other hand on her left leg, once again stopping before it got too personal. I paused there for a few seconds, letting her adjust to the feel of my hands on her body and using my thumbs to lightly caress her skin and marveling at how incredibly soft it felt.

After the short delay I started to move my hands again, sending them out to her hips and up onto her stomach, skirting the pubic area completely and progressing up the blonde's torso to her breasts. Touching Denise like this had been such a large part of my reveries for so long that it was almost impossible to believe that I was finally about to live out the dream, but all I had to do was concentrate on the feel of her flesh beneath my hands to know that this was no fantasy. I could never have imagined such smooth, flawless skin, and I have a damn good imagination for these things.

Resisting the temptation to be unduly distracted by the creamy surface beneath them, my hands traveled the last few inches and arrived at Denise's tits, coming in under the large, firm globes and cupping them in my palms. I squeezed her flesh, softly at first and then with increasing pressure while I rubbed my thumbs across her erect nipples, my heart hammering in my chest as I knelt there, my dream turned to reality. Each time my thumb brushed against her nipple Denise closed her eyes and gasped softly until she reached up with her hands and grabbed my wrists, stilling my wandering hands and stopping the stimulation of her sensitive nubs. I guess Denise wasn't enjoying the foreplay as much as I was.

She started to speak, then stopped to clear her throat before continuing, "Why don't... ahem... Why don't we get started?" her voice still a little thick with... desire?

Well well well. Maybe Denise was getting a bit more out of this than either of us expected. Either way, I had just gotten the green light. It was showtime.

Straightening up, I lowered myself until I was properly positioned between Denise's spread legs and took my cock in my right hand and brushed it up and down along Denise's slit, rubbing the tip against her lips in preparation for entering her at long last. After years of fantasizing and some convincing on my part the time had come for me to finally make love to Denise. I was ready.

That made one of us.

Uh oh.

Houston, we have a problem.

What to do, what to do. A smile came to my face. Oh well, if I must I must.

I moved down on the couch, starting to get into position lying between Denise's legs. There wasn't nearly enough room for me to lie comfortably but given what I was about to do I could not have cared less. When I was positioned as well as could be expected I wrapped my left arm around Denise's right leg, which was still pressed against the back of the sofa, and moved my hand down so that I could use my fingers to help spread her lips. Denise had been watching me throughout all this with a curious expression, remaining quiet until she saw me start to move my face toward her muff.

"What are you doing?"

I gazed up at Denise, the puzzled look on my countenance a perfect mirror to the one she was casting at me, "Umm. You're not... umm... completely... umm... ready. I was going to... " I gestured with my right hand, making a small circular motion with it and then moving it back and forth between my jaw and her snatch "... umm... do something about that."

"Oh no, no you don't. Not that way!"

"But Denise! We need to... you know."

"Then find another way! But not that! You're not here to have fun you know!"

We continued staring at each other for a few moments until finally with a heavy sigh I looked away. Find another way. Find another way. What other way could I use to get Denise wet enough for me to enter her without causing her any discomfort? And then I had it.




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I held up my right hand with my middle and index fingers extended, waggling them a bit as I did, and looked back to Denise with one eyebrow raised in question. She looked at my upraised digits and nodded her acceptance. I then took said fingers and brushed them lightly along Denise's outer labia, up one side and down the other. This was by far the most intimate thing I had ever done with her up to this point and I felt a shiver of excitement run up my spine when my fingertip first made contact with her skin. I repeated the action three or four times, letting her get used to my presence between her legs before I started to work my fingers in between her lips, making my way into her opening and starting the process of getting her juiced.

When I had both fingers inside her I began to gently slide them in and out, twisting them counterclockwise then back again just a bit, no more than a quarter turn, to help her passage grow accustomed to the presence of something within it. I kept moving my hand in that simple in and out motion for a couple of minutes until I saw Denise's fists, which had been clenched since the first touch of my fingers against her twat, loosen. With that simple lessening of the tension she had been displaying I judged it was time to step things up a bit and using the thumb of my left hand I began to softly rub the hood of her clit, adding to the stimulation she was feeling but trying not to overwhelm her. When her eyes closed and she let her head fall back to rest on the couch I knew that I was succeeding.

I could also tell that things were working out the way I wanted by the increased heat I felt as my fingers rubbed against the walls of Denise's vagina. Of course that was to be expected, friction is what it is, and given that we were starting without even the most modest levels of lubrication an increase in temperature down there came as no surprise. It also came as no surprise that Denise was beginning to get wet, after all that was the whole point of the exercise, and after a grudging start, I could feel her pussy moistening and my fingers began to slide in and out of her box with increasing ease.

What did catch me off guard was how freaking tight her cunt was. I mean I had expected her to be tight, she was relatively young and obviously hadn't had any children yet, but I didn't expect her to be TIGHT. I really had to put some effort into it to get both my fingers in the blonde beauty's vagina and every thrust of my digits up her channel was met with heavy resistance as the muscles reluctantly adjusted to the invasion and then quickly closed ranks behind me as they all but spit me out as my hand withdrew. The last time I could remember being with anyone that was this tight was with my high-school girlfriend, and she had been a virgin.

Up until that thought I hadn't had to focus a lot of my attention on what I was doing, this wasn't exactly rocket science here, so I had been free to muse on whatever I wanted while my hands operated mostly on autopilot. As you might expect I really hadn't done anything more elaborate than babble to myself like the village idiot, repeating over and over 'I'm finger-fucking Denise Richards. I'm finger-fucking Denise Richards.' And I would have been content to continue doing that until it was time to move on to the next phase if the sudden recollection of the only virgin I'd ever been with hadn't sprang into my head and triggered a whole new chain of thought.

Holy crap.

Was it possible?

Could Denise really still be a virgin? In the strictest sense of the word that is.

The thought floored me. If I hadn't already been prone on the couch I would have needed to sit down to adjust to the possibility that had just presented itself to me. Holy crap.

Fortunately, as I indicated before, the sawing in and out that I had now been doing for some minutes did not require much concentration, so I was able to spend some time thinking about the likelihood that Denise had never had sex with a man while continuing in my efforts to get her ready for just that exact thing. On the one hand, she was a lesbian, and that in and of itself sort of precludes the possibility that she had screwed some guy sometime in the past. On the other hand, she was married. To a guy. And though he played the part of the merkin she had married him with the intention of getting pregnant. That would seem to suggest that it was doubtful she was untouched by the hand, or other body parts, of man. Add to that the fact that she worked in Hollywood, and much as I might love Denise and worship the ground that she walks on, I was not exactly oblivious to her lack of... skills when it came to acting. So she had to be getting her parts some other way, and for someone who looked like she did the casting couch seemed, if not the obvious choice, at least a strong possibility. On top of which, I didn't really have any idea when Denise had come to grips with her orientation. For all I knew it had only been a few years ago and before that she could have dated any number of young men who would have leapt at the chance to get her into their bed. So where did that leave me?

I was forced to face the fact that I did not know the answer, and had no way of determining whether she was in actuality a virgin, short of asking her. But the possibility still remained, and that chance, however small it might be, that I was going to be the first guy ever to have sex with Denise was enough to make the smile on my face so wide it threatened to crack my head in half.

It had only taken me about a minute to puzzle through all that and Denise had never even noticed that most of my attention was elsewhere during that time. I looked down at my hand and to the pussy that it was gliding in and out of and with the thought still fresh in my mind that I might be the first man to ever have touched her in this way I was suddenly giddy. Even in my most fevered fantasies about Denise I had never, ever dared to imagine that I could be her first. Her best, yes. Her biggest, sure, why not? The guy who could persuade her that there were some itches only a man could scratch? Of course. It was my fantasy after all. But her first? No, that had never entered my mind. And if I was the first to touch her so intimately with my hands, and would be the first to penetrate her with my dick, then that also meant that I could be the first to get my tongue on her succulent lower lips. If the grin on my face had been any bigger they would have had to measure it in light years.

The excitement of that moment was overpowering. That is the best word I can find to describe the longing I now had to eat Denise's pussy. Overpowering. Under the most routine circumstances I absolutely adore muff diving. It is my greatest sexual desire. Presented with the chance to go down on Denise and that yearning was increased tenfold. Multiply that by the opportunity to be the first man ever to eat Denise Richards' snatch and my hunger was off the charts. Nothing on this earth was going to prevent me from licking that woman's beaver. Certainly not anything as paltry as her telling me I couldn't. I had to, absolutely had to, get my tongue in her twat. There was just no way in hell that I was going to pass this up, leaving it for some other putz who couldn't possibly appreciate it the way I would. This wasn't about fun, hell it had never really been about fun, this was about history. Fuck Neil Armstrong. I was going to be the first guy to eat Denise Richards. Casting a quick glance to Denise's face and seeing that her eyes were still closed I leaned in and ran my tongue over her slit, collecting some of her newly formed cream and holding it in my mouth.

Should I bother trying to describe what Denise's pussy juice tasted like? I don't think I will. Or can. Not without resorting to hyperbole anyway. We all know what a healthy, sexually excited woman tastes like, or at least I think most of us do. There may be some who have not yet been exposed to that particular pleasure. Suffice to say that when describing what the sexual fluids of your greatest fantasy taste like it becomes less about the actual flavor and more about the perception of the experience. In which case I can safely say that Denise tasted better than any other woman I have ever been with, her lubrication delighting every taste bud in my mouth like none before. I would have gone back for more, much, much more, except that one brief contact of my tongue with her gash had been enough to bring Denise's head up from its reclining position on the couch to cast a stern look my way. She knew exactly what I had done and I guess she expected the expression on her face to be enough to dissuade me from trying anything so foolish again. Silly girl. I was not so easily deterred.

A few quick rubs from my left thumb against the light-haired girl's clit was all it took to get Denise's eyes to close once more and her head to return to its former position. I continued the dual fingering of Denise's clit and twat, her tunnel steadily moistening and the milky-white cream building up on my fingers and starting to run into my palm. Well if I couldn't go to the pussy juice then the pussy juice was going to have to come to me. I removed my hand from her box and stuck my fingers in my mouth and sucked them clean.

Damn, did she taste good.

While I was busy savoring the delicate flavor of Denise, she was noticing the sudden absence of my fingers from her snatch and where I found the change to be very satisfying, my new partner was far less happy with it, "Unnh... No... Don't stop."

Hearing Denise beg me to continue fingering her was another unexpected pleasure. She really was enjoying this whole experience more than I had anticipated. Probably more than she had anticipated also. This was going to be good for a tease or three when all of this was over. Maybe sooner if I felt I could get away with it without risking any vital body parts. Of course, we hadn't done anything yet that she didn't do with her female lovers, so I guess there would be no reason for her not to enjoy it. Not that that would stop me from teasing her when the opportunity came. But all of that was beside the point, it had never been my intention to stop my digital manipulation of her muff in the first place. If I did, I would be left with no way of getting her liquids onto my tongue and my thirst for her cream was far from sated. I finished cleaning the last traces of fluid from my hand and returned my fingers back to Denise's vagina.

This time, instead of having to fight my way into a dry, resistant canal, I was greeted by something far more accommodating, if still outrageously tight. My digits slipped back into Denise's cunt accompanied by a satisfied sigh from the other end of the couch.

As my fingers got back to work Denise was happier but I was now back where I started. With a serious hankering to dip my tongue into her molten box. While I was contemplating how to best get what I wanted without seriously pissing off my friend and lover I noticed that Denise was really starting to respond to the near continuous stimulation she had been receiving for almost ten minutes now. Her breathing was growing shallower as the pace increased and her hips were starting to make small, rhythmic movements in time with the thrusts of my hand. Seeing Denise taking so much pleasure from my fingering only strengthened my resolve to get my tongue back into her beaver as soon as possible. In spite of the fact that she had explicitly told me she did not want me doing that to her I was confident that under the present circumstances she would not mind. I knew that if it was me in her position I'd enjoy a blowjob way, way more than a handjob, and I assumed the same was true for Denise. With that rationalization safely in hand I closed the distance between us and took a lick of the pre-orgasmic girl's clit.

Denise's reaction was instantaneous. Her left hand came down and smacked me on the head.

At least that's what I thought she was doing and I tried to look up to Denise's face to see how annoyed she was that I had ignored her earlier warnings. That's when I realized that her hand had not left my head and was in fact now pressing my face into her crotch. I couldn't get my head out from between her thighs. Not without some effort anyway. I was trapped in place. Heh heh. Guess I wasn't rationalizing after all.

I was now free to indulge myself licking out the pussy of one of the hottest women in Hollywood and indulge I did. I kept on pumping my fingers in and out while I licked, partly for Denise's pleasure and partly for my own, but I stopped using my thumb on her clit, replacing it with frequent flicks from my now very pleased tongue.

After several minutes of some serious carpet munching coupled with more constant fingering I took a quick glance up to Denise's face to see how she was doing. Her right arm was covering her eyes and her mouth was open and I could hear the soft moans of pleasure she was making. Even as I watched the moans increased in volume and her chest started to heave while her left hand clenched in my hair and tried to press my face even further into her groin which was now raised completely off the couch. Denise's climax had begun. This could not have worked out better if I had planned it. I had brought Denise to orgasm in large part with my tongue and now I was in the perfect position to reap the oh so wet rewards. I removed my fingers from her sopping snatch and replaced them with my tongue.

Licking and lapping and sucking at her twat I drank down as much of Denise's orgasmic surge as I could, the lower half of my face dripping from the excess fluids that were flowing from her cunt. I would have been able to reach even more but between Denise's hand pressed against the back of my head and her pelvis pressing up into my face my movement was somewhat restricted and I could not get to everything, try as I might. No matter. What I was able to reach was more than enough to satisfy even the most orally fixated among us.

When at long last Denise's climax came to an end her hips settled back on the couch and she slowly let go of my hair, but her hand stayed resting lightly on the back of my head while she laid there waiting for her breathing to return to normal. While she was doing that I kept my face tucked between her thighs. I was able to move away now, the pressure on both the front and back of my head having let up, but seriously, why would I want to? I kept licking slowly at Denise's folds, enjoying my favorite sexual act more than I ever had before.

All was serene for the next few minutes. Denise, lying quietly and basking in the afterglow of her orgasm, and me, still huddled between her legs, my tongue slowly repeating the trip from the bottom of her slit all the way up to the top time and time again as I attempted to map out every nook and cranny of her flesh and commit it to memory. Now this is what I call quality time.

Still, everything ends sooner or later, and even though it had seemed like time itself had slowed down when Denise's climax arrived and stayed that way for long minutes afterwards, her orgasm did crest and she did eventually recover enough to lift her head from the sofa. I had been sneaking periodic looks up at her so I would know when she was stirring and I saw her move her arm away from her face and open her eyes. But I didn't stop what I was doing. I was going to get every iota of pleasure out of this that I could.

"Are you enjoying yourself?"

I paused just long enough to answer her question, "Very much."

Her eyes closed briefly when my tongue resumed its stroking of her twat but reopened quickly and she gave me a wry smile as she said "So it would seem. Well I enjoyed it too. Thank you."

That deserved more than just a short pause and with some regret I lifted my head away from her crotch and said "You're welcome."

I returned Denise's smile and we continued to look at each other that way for a few seconds when the smile dropped from her face and she gave me a serious look and said "But don't expect me to return the favor!"

Perish the thought.

Chuckling a bit I started to get up from my prone position on the couch while conceding Denise's point, "Never. Hadn't even crossed my mind... " True enough, it hadn't crossed my mind in the last... oh, twenty minutes or so. Before that... "... and honestly, I don't think I'd be able to take it if you did."

That brought the smile back to Denise's face and with that last piece of business out of the way and one solid orgasm under our belts there was nothing left to do but move on to the reason we were there in the first place. It was time for me to fuck Denise. 

Wow. I was actually going to do it, I was going to fuck Denise. After countless fantasies about it, my pipe dreams were going to become reality. That thought should have made me nervous. The few times I had allowed myself to seriously consider what I would do if, through some incredible twist of fate, I ever really did get a chance to be with Denise I had always assumed I would be nervous. So nervous I had serious doubts about whether I would even be able to perform. But here I was, fate properly twisted and my greatest hope turning to fact, and I wasn't feeling nervous at all. And as for doubts about being able to perform, well all I had to do was look down at the fully erect member I was once again stroking lightly and any qualms were immediately dispersed. Weird.

When I was on my knees on the couch I stopped and with an eyebrow raised in question I looked to Denise and asked "Shall we?"

Her right hand went up to her mouth and she pulled a bit at her lip, her nervousness now that we were really about to get down to business apparent. Again I was struck by the idea that maybe, just maybe, this was Denise's first time with a guy, and I was going to say something, anything, to calm her down, when she spoke up instead.

"Ummm... Would it be okay, I mean would you mind..."

"Yes?"

With a rush she finished the rest of her sentence, "Would it be all right if we didn't do this lying down?"

Not lying down? Did Denise want to be on top? Figures. Lesbians. Always have to be in control. Unless... maybe she wanted to do it standing up? Not the kinkiest way I've ever done it but not exactly what I would call a beginner's position either.

"Yeah, sure, no problem. We can do this any way you want to. But Denise, if you're worried I'll be... ummm... what I mean is, I'll be gentle."

All nervousness disappeared and Denise had to struggle not to laugh when she replied "Screw gentle. I just want you to be quick."

The puzzlement I was feeling must have shown in my expression because Denise quickly continued, explaining her real concerns at last, "Look, no offense, but I just don't want to do this face to face, okay? It'll feel too weird. All right?"

"Of course. Like I said, any way you want. So what did you have in mind instead? Doggy?"

Denise's head sprang up at that and with some eagerness she said "Perfect!"

Works for me.

I got off the couch and stood up while Denise got into position with her arms resting on the cushioned back. Moving into place behind her I put my hand on her back and pressed lightly, getting her to lower her back some and raise her ass just a bit more so I could enter her without having to bend my knees. Before penetrating her I made one final check with my fingertips, just to verify that Denise was still ready. Oh yeah. She was ready. Still, it never hurts to take precautions. Go the extra mile as it were. With a devilish smile I bent over and jammed my tongue back into Denise's conveniently placed pussy.

"Unnhh!"

Sweet gooey goodness. Denise rocked forward a bit under my assault but did nothing to stop me as I spent a short time licking her lips and running the tip of my tongue lightly over her clit. I didn't stay down there long, I didn't want to test her patience too much, and when I finally did straighten back up, impish smile still in place, I saw Denise gazing back over her shoulder at me with a semi-tolerant look.




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"Finished?"

For someone who only a very short time ago had been adamantly against me getting anywhere near her with my mouth she was certainly being lenient. Oh well, there'd be time to think about that later. For now I had slightly more important things to consider. My smile broadened and I shrugged happily in response.

"We can start then?"

"Yeah, we can start. If you're ready that is."

"Am I ready. What do you think?"

Appearing to consider the question for a moment I tilted my head and tried to look thoughtful, then with a quick grin I said "I'm not sure. I'd better double check." then started to bend back over for another go at Denise's snatch.

With a laugh she twisted away from me saying "Oh no you don't. Get back up here!"

Joining in her laughter I straightened back up and waited for Denise to resume her position. She stayed where she was for a few seconds and then with a doubtful look she moved back into place. It was obvious that she didn't quite trust that I was done fooling around. I considered teasing her some more with a quick faint down towards her ass but I decided it was probably best not to push her. Denise was enjoying herself a lot more than I thought she would and I didn't want to ruin that by ticking her off.

Playtime over for the time being, I moved in behind Denise and prepared to get busy. I lined myself up with her opening and took hold of my shaft behind the head, pressing the glans in between her labia and starting to penetrate into Denise's vagina. She was reasonably wet, my brief stint licking her slit had been of some use after all, and while she was still incredibly tight, with constant pressure I was able to make steady progress sinking my dick into that amazing pussy. Of course it probably helped that I was more erect at that moment than I could ever remember being before. And that includes the day I found my older brother's stash of Playboys and saw the hidden treasures that lay beneath a woman's skirt for the very first time. That is, until my best friend Bobby pointed out that this was what all women looked like underneath their clothing, even the nuns at school. That was a bit of a buzzkill, let me tell you.

But not even the thought of Sister Mary Very Catholic sans habit could have done anything to lessen the excitement of the moment when I first pierced Denise's folds.

When she first felt my cock start to part her lips Denise tried to move away just a bit, a small "Ow." escaping before she stopped and held herself still. She reached back with her left hand and placed it on my thigh, pressing it against me and using it to control the speed at which I entered her. She closed her eyes as I continued sliding into her cunt, leaving them screwed shut until I finally stopped moving, my full length now embedded within her. We both let out our breaths when I was fully seated, which really surprised me since I hadn't even realized I was holding mine, and each of us took the opportunity to adjust to the situation. While my prick was slipping into place the smile that had taken up near permanent residence on my face since I had first agreed to do this had temporarily disappeared, replaced by a more... focused look. Now that I no longer needed to focus quite so hard the smile could return to my lips. I looked down to the penis that was mostly obscured by the twat of the most beautiful woman I had ever been with and grinned the biggest, cheesiest, shit-eatingest grin ever achieved by man. And we hadn't even really started yet.

I waited until Denise signaled that she was ready for us to continue before I started to withdraw my cock. While I waited I reveled in the feel of those tight, slick walls that surrounded my shaft. I could still feel the heat of Denise's channel, but it was not as apparent as when I had my fingers in her, most likely due to the fact that there was more than a fair amount of heat radiating from my member, so engorged with blood was it. When Denise removed her hand and returned it to the sofa back she turned her head to face me and gave me a little nod as I gradually started to back out, resisting the urge to simply pull out and plunge back in. I did this for two reasons. First, I didn't want to cause Denise any discomfort as she was still adjusting to my presence inside her, and second, I was not entirely sure that if I did that I wouldn't end up cumming prematurely. Very prematurely. So I eased my way out of Denise, stopping when I was about three-quarters of the way out and pausing for a brief second before reversing direction and just as slowly easing my way back in. Damn that felt good.

And, in spite of the fact that it did indeed feel very, very good to have my dick slide in and out of Denise's snatch, I felt very little yearning to cum. Which is a very good thing. Surprising, considering the circumstances, but very good. I had desired Denise for so long, and was so turned on at that moment that I would almost have bet that I could not possibly hold out for more than a couple or three minutes. And that even going that long would be a struggle as I fought off the impulse to cum from almost the very first stroke. But it wasn't like that at all. I guess it's possible to be so excited that physically, you can't cum. If that even makes any sense.

Whatever the cause, the fact was that as I pumped my rod in and out of Denise, slowly at first, then building up to a moderate pace, I felt in complete control. I liked that. A lot. If this was going to be a once in a lifetime shot for me then I wanted to take my time and enjoy it to the fullest. Not having to fight off my orgasm every step of the way went a long way to making that possible. And I wanted Denise to enjoy it also, lesbian tendencies not withstanding. Again, not having to worry that it would all be over in a few minutes meant I could focus more on her pleasure, not on baseball statistics or some other marginally successful trick to delay my climax.

In the beginning I kept both my hands on Denise's beautiful ass, occasionally squeezing her cheeks but mostly just running my hands over her skin, happy just to be in a situation where I could do it without getting slapped. After a few minutes I felt Denise relax enough to enjoy what we were doing so I moved my right hand onto her back and began to caress the soft flesh there. I kept my pace fixed for some minutes more, feeling the steady increase in heat as the friction built up and hearing the liquids being moved about, then stepped things up a notch, trying to keep my strokes the same length, but making them faster. Denise responded to the change with a low moan of pleasure.

"Unnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhh."

Hearing Denise react in such a positive manner gave me an idea. Maybe she'd like it even more if she were a less passive participant. I moved both my hands onto her hips and began to move her body in the opposite direction as I drove my cock inside her. It took only a couple of thrusts before she caught on and started to move on her own, rocking forward as I withdrew and slamming back to meet me on the downstroke. She even took things a step further without any coaching from me. At one point, as sometimes happens, one of us moved out of step with the other and we broke our stride, so I came to a full stop, intending to recover and pick up where we left off. But Denise did not stop, still on her knees and with her arms braced on the back of the couch she changed her movement from a rocking back and forth to a bouncing of her hips up and down on my suddenly motionless cock. I let out my own cry of delight.

"Oh FUCK!"

That got a big smile from Denise and she watched me react in pleasure from over her shoulder, her blonde hair mostly hanging off to her left side, except for a few strands that hung down in front of her face, causing her to try to blow them away repeatedly. She continued to bounce on my prick for a few more seconds until I started moving again and she morphed seamlessly back into a rocking motion. She might be a lesbian but she was a natural at riding a pole.

Things were going well, quite well in fact, so I decided to continue on in our current position for a while longer. I was enjoying it immensely, Denise appeared to be getting a lot of pleasure out of it also, and I still wasn't feeling those first faint signals of impending climax. Yet. Of course it was only a matter of time. I had a few ideas about how I could delay that time for at least a little while, but I wasn't ready to start using any of them right at that point. Meanwhile, with my hands no longer needed to guide Denise's hips I was able to reach under her body and spend some time playing with her incredible tits some more. But only for a short period. I didn't want a pair of boobs to be the thing that set me off.

Denise and I continued fucking doggy style for another five or six minutes and as the time passed I realized that we were starting to pick up steam faster than I really wanted to. Controlling the pace and not letting myself get carried away by the sensations was a big part of my overall plan to postpone my gratification. Unfortunately, I wasn't the only one with something to say about how, and how fast, these things progressed, and Denise and I were of two minds when it came to how quickly we wanted this all to end.

At least, that's what Denise wanted me to believe. Given her responses over the last fifteen minutes or so I was starting to have serious doubts about her sincerity in the matter.

Still, sincere or not in her desire to conclude our coupling quickly, it was Denise who was increasing the pace of our combined strokes beyond the level I was ready for and it was having an impact on me. I started to feel the first signs that my orgasm was not that far off. Time for delaying tactic number one.

"Denise... unnhh... let's... oh fuck that feels good... let's change position!"

"Whaa? No. Can't we... ooh... stay like this for a couple more minutes?"

Stay like this? Did Denise know that she was having an effect on me? That I was starting to feel the urge to cum?

I followed that thought through, giving as much of my concentration as I could spare from the actual fucking to consider the possibility that Denise knew I was getting close. Sure it was possible, but how could she know how close I was? Or wasn't for that matter. I hadn't yet let on that I was getting there, I was sure of it. Then how...

"Oh God! Oh God!"

Son of a bitch. Of course. It wasn't me who Denise realized was close to cumming. It was her. Okay. I had a choice to make. I could continue on for however much longer it might take for Denise to cum again, risking the arrival of my own climax in the meantime, or I could go ahead with my plan and change our positions. It was then that Denise started to combine our standard in and out motion with the bouncing movement she had employed earlier, the result being a sort of circular action that brought yet another loud groan of pleasure to my lips.

"Nnnnnuuuuuhhhhhh!"

That settled it. This woman was just too damn good. On Denise's next forward movement I backed away farther than usual and my cock fell out of her vagina. I took a step back from the couch.

"Hey!! What are you doing? I was just about to..."

She let her sentence trail off. Of course I already knew what she was just about to, but I was curious to see if she would admit that she was upset I had stopped because she was getting ready to cum again.

"Yes? You were just about to what?"

"Ummm... Nothing. Never mind. You wanted to change position?"

Oh you are so busted. I considered pursuing the matter with Denise. Try to get her to admit that she was disappointed I had stopped just when she was getting ready to cum, but I decided not to. Not that I was going to let it drop, oh no. I would just table it for a while and take it back up when I could get the most mileage out of it. I never let the opportunity for a good tease go wasted. Besides, there was some good fucking to get back to.

"Uh yeah. Why don't you drive for a while?"

That got her attention, "Drive? What do you... You mean I should get on top?"

"Yeah. I'll sit down and you straddle me and take it from there. Sound good?"

"Cowgirl or reverse?"

I smiled at the question. This woman was no shrinking violet that's for sure. Obviously, even if she had never been with a man before, she knew her way around a strap-on. I wonder, if I asked nicely enough, maybe she'd illustrate her proficiency for me some day in the future. Maybe I could even videotape it. She liked being in front of the camera after all. A small shiver of pleasure went up my back as I thought of possible partners for Denise to demonstrate with.

"Hello? Which way?"

Oh right, cowgirl or reverse, "Your pick. If we don't like it we can switch again, okay?"

She nodded her acceptance and I moved over to the couch and took a seat slumped down so that my ass was at the edge of the cushion, half on and half off the pillowed seat. This would allow Denise to straddle me facing or away with equal ease without having to struggle to maintain her balance. I assumed she would choose reverse because of her earlier reluctance to screw facing me but she surprised me when she got up on the couch on her knees and straddled my waist in the cowgirl position. Guess it wasn't as bad to face me if she was on top. That's okay. At least this way I'd be able to fondle her tits while she did most of the work.

Denise shocked me again when she reached back and grabbed my dick in her left hand, placing my glans at the opening to her snatch before slowly lowering herself on my shaft. I experienced another small shudder of delight at the touch. I had expected to conclude the entire encounter without ever feeling Denise's hand on my penis, but she appeared to have no problem touching it, even going so far as to leave her hand in place with the palm open so it rubbed lightly against my balls as she moved up and down. She's a natural I tell ya.

We stayed like this for a very short time until Denise got used to the position and to the range of motion available to her. When she was comfortable she moved her left hand up to join the right on the sofa back, one hand on either side of my head, while she proceeded to bounce vigorously up and down on my cock. I watched her face as she moved, watching the changes as she went from smiling broadly through that look that could almost be described as pained, the one where the eyes are closed or very nearly so and the face is scrunched up from the pleasure, to ecstatic and back again. Her face never stayed with one expression on it for too long, each feeling in her body showing up on it only to be rapidly replaced as some new sensation worked its way through her.

Showing me yet again that she really was highly skilled at fucking, Denise took advantage of our current arrangement to recreate the pattern she was using just before we changed positions, only this time she added another twist. Instead of bouncing straight up and down she started to move her hips back as she lowered herself on my pole. Then she would shift forward on the upstroke, again achieving a sort of circular pattern as a result. She started off doing this slowly but in very short order she had picked up speed, lowering herself at a reasonable pace and then when she reached the bottom of her stroke she snapped her hips forward before raising herself off me to start it all over again. Of course she was only moving a matter of inches in any one direction but the overall feeling made it seem as if she was traveling several feet along my cock. This feeling was further intensified when she started to squeeze her pussy muscles around my dick on every upstroke, making the already tight fit feel like a vise around my rod. A hot, wet, velvet lined vise.

This continued on for hours. No, not really, but it felt like we went at it this way for hours, the pleasure mounting steadily until I was certain I could take no more and would have to cum regardless if I was ready for it to be over or not. Cum, or burst into flames spontaneously, those really seemed to be the only two choices open to me at the time. 'Cause I was pretty sure that nothing short of either of those was going to get Denise to stop what she was doing this time, and even if by some small miracle I did get her to agree to another position change it would only delay the inevitable for a short time. My orgasm was coming and there was nothing I could do to stop it. And then, just when I had resigned myself to that pleasant fate, Denise broke her stride and suddenly she was taking less controlled strokes on my member and more convulsive ones until on one of the upstrokes she lifted completely off me and her head whipped back and she started to let out a strangled scream while her entire body quaked, her second orgasm of the day having arrived with little warning.

"Aaaaarrrrrrrrrrhhhhh!!!!!"

Now just because my prick had slipped out of Denise when her orgasm struck it did not mean I was in the clear. I still had to fight not to climax myself, the urge having become almost too strong to stop, but I kept telling myself I was nowhere near ready for this all to be over, and, even more importantly, if I came while my cock was no longer inside Denise she would kill me. If she ever stopped cumming that is. I concentrated on beating back the desire and waited for Denise to climb down from her orgasmic heights. It was a pretty long wait.

As the tremors subsided Denise lifted her head back up and brought it forward to rest on the back of the couch to my left. Her body was pressed into mine and I could feel her chest rising and falling as she worked to get her breathing back to a more normal pace, her nipples dragging across my skin with each lungful of air she drew in. I sat there quietly with my hands on her hips, just like they had been since she first mounted me, and waited for her to stir. Well I was mostly sitting there quietly, but the temptation to turn my head just a bit and kiss Denise on her neck was too much to resist. I brought my hands up to clasp her back and pull her even closer to me while I moved my lips onto the crook of her shoulder and placed several small kisses there. I felt, as well as heard, Denise sigh in contentment.

When she finally did pull away she moved the hair back from her face and gave me a happy smile. I would swear I could almost see the afterglow of her orgasm hanging about her like a halo, so satisfied was her expression. And I had put that there. I answered her satisfied look with one of my own. Well, not exactly satisfied, more like smugly pleased. With some justification I might add. After all, she had already cum twice so far and we weren't done yet. There was still a climax in my future that needed to be seen to and given how things had been going that might mean there was another one waiting in the wings for her. Speaking of my climax, seems I wasn't the only one keeping their eye on that prize.

"We should finish this off don't you think?"

She was right. It was probably time. As much as I might like to make this last well into the night I knew I couldn't, and not just because we both had other responsibilities that would prevent us. I was also reaching the end of my fuse and if the next few minutes were anything like the last few I would be experiencing my own mini-explosion in short order. Ah well, everything must come to an end sooner or later.

Changing my smile into something less self-satisfied and more natural I met Denise's eyes and agreed, "Yeah, I suppose we should. But let's try another position okay?"

Denise chuckled at the suggestion, "Okay, but if it's as good as the last one I don't know if I'll have any energy left to close with."

Laughing along with her I replied "Don't you worry about that. I've never needed any help finishing before, I think I'll manage this time. Now why don't you turn around and we'll give reverse cowgirl a try okay?"




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"Okay!"

Swinging her leg over me Denise turned around and placed both feet on the ground on the outside of my own. She then bent forward a bit and reached down between her legs taking hold of my unit once more and lining us up before sinking down on my shaft. When she bottomed out she leaned back and moved her hands back to rest on my chest, supporting her upper body and giving her the freedom she needed to begin moving.

For my part this new position was perfect because I could make up for the missed opportunity from before and wrap my hands around Denise's body to paw at her tits, something I proceeded to do with great zest. Denise was laughing while I was doing this and she kept trying to swat my hands away but she could only use one hand, the other being needed to hold her up. Eventually she tried doing too many things at once and with a short yelp she fell back against my chest and I draped one arm across the front of her shoulders, trapping her against me, while I used my free hand to caress her breasts at will. With unexpected good humor, Denise conceded that battle and stayed pressed against me, working the situation to her advantage by bringing her feet up flat on the couch so we could continue to fuck unabated.

Whoa.

Now this I liked. A lot. A whole lotta lot. With her feet flat on the cushion Denise had the opening to move almost as much as when she was riding me cowgirl, and what maneuverability she might have lost by leaning against me, I could have made up for by lifting my hips up and meeting her stroke for stroke. So we could have been going at it like demons if we wanted to. But we weren't.

When Denise fell back into my arms she landed with her head on my left shoulder and we turned to look at each other even as she continued her motion on top of me. Our faces were only inches apart, and as I thought about Denise's initial reluctance to even start if we were facing each other a smile came to my lips, instantly mirrored on her own. She reached up with her right hand and placed it on my right cheek, slowly stroking my skin, and in time the pace of her hand came to resemble the strokes of my cock as her hips rose and fell around me. I added my own motion to the mix, the combined strokes becoming longer as a result but still at the same slow, slow rate. I could see the pleasure written on Denise's face with each thrust, her eyes now closed and her mouth open as she started to moan with every breath.

"Unh... unh... unh... oh... oh... oh!... oh!... Oh!... Oh!..."

I had to close my own eyes as well. Not so I could moan, although I probably could have done some of that if I wanted to, but to reduce the amount of sensory overload I was experiencing. I was receiving such intense pleasure from my groin, each stroke absolutely perfect in its delivery, that I did not want anything else to distract me, and at that particular moment sight was the least valuable of my senses. Instead I wanted to focus on the feel of Denise's skin under my hands and along the length of my body. To feel the light coating of sweat that our exertions had put there, the increase in temperature as her skin flushed. To hear, really hear, the pleasure in each and every moan, each one a testament to how much ecstasy she was feeling at that moment. And of course to enjoy the sex. Above all I wanted to enjoy every second of this while it lasted.

Again time seemed to slow down for us and what could only have been minutes felt like much, much longer. And usually it's exactly the opposite, the whole thing ending way too soon, but not this time and for that I am extremely thankful. This time, we moved that way for what seemed like forever, unchanging, unvarying, everything just ideal. And then, just as I was starting to sense my own orgasm approaching, Denise came for the third time. Nothing anywhere near as powerful as her last one, or even her first, just a quiet culmination signified only by her eyes screwing even more tightly shut as she ducked her head down and pressed it into my neck and her soft moans became one continuous cry of pleasure.

"Oh!... Oh!... Oh!... mmmm... mmmm... mmmm... mmmm... Unnnnhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

And then it was over. Only this time, unlike the last two, we didn't even stop moving and when she opened her eyes and lifted her head to face me once more the only acknowledgement she made to the climax was to resume her soft petting of my cheek with her right hand.

Not that I was in any position to make a fuss about it anyway. I was too busy preparing for the arrival of my own slice of bliss.

"Denise, I..."

"Put me on my back. Hurry!"

Pushy little thing isn't she? And lucky too. How she thought that I still possessed enough awareness to do what she said, and not just get lost in the desire to achieve blastoff, I'll never figure out. But I did, barely. So I slid her off my lap and onto her back on the couch and quickly moved into place in between her upraised legs and started pistoning in and out.

Denise wrapped her legs around my back and her hands behind my neck, using them to pull me down to her, until my face was once again only inches from hers. We locked eyes as I plunged into her, the end now mere seconds away. Damn I wanted to kiss her! We were so close, and she looked so beautiful, and I knew I'd probably never have this opportunity again... I closed the remaining distance between us and pressed my lips to hers. She kissed me back.

I came.

I've never been very vocal during orgasm, preferring instead to save my energy to twist my face into all sorts of ridiculous shapes while my spine tries to push its way through my stomach, and this time was no exception. The arching of my back pulled me away from Denise, breaking our kiss, but I hardly noticed, my concentration at the time reserved for other, slightly more important things. No matter, the kiss had been perfect. Any longer and Denise probably would have started to feel uncomfortable. I started to finish that thought as had been my custom throughout that day, about her being a lesbian and all, but I was beginning to have my doubts about how committed she really was to that lifestyle. Okay, wrong choice of words. I know it's not a 'lifestyle'. You can't choose to be gay, you either are or you aren't, it's the way you were born. But, seriously, just how gay can you be if you screw a member of the opposite sex and enjoy it as much as Denise had?

Whatever. Denise's orientation or confusion therein was not the topic at hand. Our just completed coitus was.

It didn't take me anywhere near as long to finish cumming as it had Denise the first two times, more's the pity, but that doesn't mean I found it any less intense than she had. Possibly more, since for me this was the very successful conclusion to a fantasy that I had always held as the remotest of possibilities. And now it was over, fantasy no more but a very real, immensely pleasurable, thoroughly satisfying fact. I opened my eyes and looked down to see Denise watching me, the smile on her lips turning into a giggle when she saw me gazing at her.

"What?"

"Nothing. It's just..." She looked away and giggled again then looked back at me as she finished "... you make the silliest expressions when you cum!"

Oh that. So she noticed. Oh well, it was true. Nothing I could do about that now. I gave her a sheepish grin and her wide smile softened a bit and she reached up with a hand to cup my cheek.

"Thank you. Really, thank you so much for doing this for me. I don't know how I'm ever going to repay you."

I didn't say anything in response. There was nothing to say. This either would or would not work, and if it did, well she was right. How do you repay someone for a favor like this? Give them a kidney? And if it didn't work... I didn't want to think about that right at that moment. So I said nothing, choosing instead to yield to the pressure of Denise's hand on the back of my neck and lowering my lips to hers to share another sweet kiss.

When the kiss ended I exhaled sharply and collapsed on top of Denise, burying my face in the cushion between her head and the sofa back and just staying like that for some time. Her legs were still up in the air and she put her hands back around my neck, idly stroking the hair on the back of my head while we both took the time to recover and think about what we had just done.

***

"Denise? What the hell is going on here?"

"Hello Charlie."

Charlie? Oh fuck!

"What are you doing! Why are you... Did you just have sex with him?"

"Yes Charlie, I did. I found someone who will give me what I want. I'm tired of waiting Charlie! Tired of waiting for you to put it back in your pants long enough to come home and get me pregnant! So I found someone to do it for you!"

My head had snapped up when I heard Charlie's name and I was watching his face as he listened to his wife talk. When she was done explaining what had happened Charlie turned his gaze towards me, his expression still blank. When he started to move toward the couch I pushed myself off of Denise and rushed to stand up. It was bad enough that I was naked, I didn't want to face this threat lying down as well. Denise, on the other hand, appeared to be completely unconcerned, both by her nudity and by the situation. Instead of hurrying to cover herself, or at least adopt a more dignified position, she stayed on her back on the couch and even went so far as to grasp her legs behind the knees and pull them up until they were almost touching her shoulders. Excuse me? Your husband just caught us having sex and you respond by going into some sort of compressed pile-driver position? This was unfathomable to me. I made a mental note to ask her what the hell she had been thinking when this was all over. I made another quick note to ask her if she would be willing to do it in this position should we actually end up sleeping together again. What can I say? She looked hot like that.

It took only a couple of steps for Charlie to reach the couch and stand before me and I stood there waiting for his next move. He looked at me intently, peering into my eyes as if searching there for an answer to a question he hadn't even asked.

"You agreed to this? You agreed to get my wife pregnant?"

I lifted a hand and shrugged, hoping the noncommittal gesture could be seen by both Denise and Charlie as the answer they expected.

Apparently it was. Charlie thrust his hands out, taking mine in both of his and shaking it vigorously.

"Thank you! Really, thank you! I can't tell you what this means to me. I owe you big time for this man. We should go get a drink or something, figure out how I'm going to pay you back for this. Do you need a car? I could buy you a car."

"Charlie." The exasperation in Denise's voice was plain to hear.

"Oh right, right. Now's not a good time. You're busy. I understand. So I'll get out of your way and let you two get back to making a baby!"

Clapping me on the shoulder Charlie gave me a huge grin and turned to leave the room, but not before turning back to face us and giving me two thumbs up and saying "See what you can do about making it a boy wouldja? I think I'd like having a son!"

I stood there for a minute watching the doorway Charlie had just disappeared through. What the fuck? What the hell had just happened? I turned to Denise to see if she knew. She was staring at the door also, wearing a bemused expression that slowly faded as she turned her head to meet my gaze.

"Well that went better than I expected. Good. It makes this so much easier."

Easier for whom I wonder. And now what? I didn't have to worry about Charlie kicking my ass unless I didn't get his wife pregnant with a son? Great. Just great. I moved back to the couch and took a seat next to Denise, who was still lying there with her ass pointing in the air. That reminded me.

"What's up with this position? Is this how you always argue with Charlie?"

"Huh? Oh you mean the thing with my legs. Yeah, that's to increase the chances of fertilization. See, this way gravity is working for me and your little guys don't have to swim quite so hard. Whereas if I was standing or sitting... see what I mean?"

"I see. Makes sense I guess. So how long do you have to stay like this?"

"At least half an hour, though longer is better."

Half an hour. Well I didn't have anything else that I needed to do for the next half hour. I scooted over, tucking my left leg under Denise somewhat and helping her to lift her ass into the air, further adding to the impression that she was in the pile-driver position. With my right hand I reached across and squeezed Denise's butt. Well I wasn't doing anything else with it at the moment, so why not?

"Stop that."

My eyes shifted up to Denise's and I could see she was smiling to take any sting out of her words but I stopped squeezing her cheek just the same. I imagine if I were in her position I wouldn't want someone poking at my ass either. Call it a hunch. I closed my eyes and let my head rest on the back of the sofa.

***

"What are you thinking?"

Huh? What? Thinking? Who was thinking? Not me. I was... what was I doing? Right. I was napping. Well not really napping, not enough time had passed for it to be truly called napping. It was more like dozing. But I definitely wasn't thinking. And I certainly couldn't tell Denise that. Have to think of something she'll believe...

"I was thinking about the sex..." there, she should find that easy enough to believe, and judging from the rolled eyes I'd say she did, "... and about where it may all lead."

I turned to look at her. Her expression was a cross between deliriously happy and ready to burst into tears of joy, with delirious slowly winning out. It occurred to me that I couldn't remember the last time I'd seen her truly happy. Sure she almost always appears to have a smile on, in fact in most of her movie roles it seems to be her one and only expression so that even when she's not smiling she sort of is. But those smiles always look like they're plastered on, not the genuine article. The look on her face now was one of pure delight and it was entirely real. I'm not sure I've ever seen her look that way before. The thought shocked me and I couldn't help but say something.

"You're happy. I mean, really happy."

"Of course silly. Why wouldn't I be? I'm finally going to have the baby I always wanted. Charlie's cool with it. You're cool with it. I just got finished having incredible sex. What's not to be happy about?"

Ignoring the part about how cool I was or was not I focused instead on what she had said after that. See? This is not something I expected from your typical lesbian. The confusion must have shown in the way I was looking at Denise.

"What? What's the matter? You didn't expect me to be happy about this?"

Did I want to go there? I mean really?

"No, that's not it. It's just... " apparently I did "... you thought the sex was incredible?"

"Of course I did. Couldn't you tell? I mean... didn't you think it was?"

That almost got a laugh out of me. Not think it was incredible. Fuck, I thought it was so good it deserved its own superlative.

"No. I mean of course I thought it was incredible. It's just... Denise, are you sure you're a lesbian?"

"What? What kind of question is that? Of course I'm sure. I've always... Oh! I get it. If I'm a lesbian how come I enjoyed sex with you so much. Sex with a guy."

"Well, yeah. I mean isn't that what being a lesbian really boils down to? You don't have sex with guys."

"For some I'm sure it does. I'm sure the thought of sex with a guy would be an unpleasant one for many if not most lesbians. But it doesn't work that way for me. For me it's always been about the girls, not the guys."

"That doesn't make any sense."

"Sure it does. Look at it this way. It's not that guys turn me off. They don't. But they also don't turn me on. Girls turn me on. Always have. So it has nothing to do with not liking guys. I just don't need them..." I gave her a significant look at that one "... most of the time that is. And if it turns out that I do... " she reached out and took my left hand in hers "... need one from time to time, well that doesn't mean I can't enjoy myself, does it? Like today. The sex was great and I enjoyed it. Simple as that. But given a choice between, say, Angelina Jolie and you, I'd choose Angelina. No offense, I just prefer women."

"I'd choose Angelina too."

Remember that happy smile that I was gushing about a few minutes ago? Well it was gone now. Replaced by a full fledged glower and Denise had started to squeeze my hand painfully hard. I had to quickly review what I had just said that had gotten her so angry so fast. Oops.

"No, no. That's not what I meant. What I meant is I'd choose Angelina over me. Not over you. Un unh. No way. Not a chance. Nothing to see here. These aren't the 'droids you want, move along."

She continued to glare at me for a few seconds more while I continued to babble, but then she relented, letting me off the hook to live to swim another day. Whew! That was close. Too close. If she'd said Jessica Alba I would have really been in trouble. I heaved a sigh of relief and let my head fall back down on the couch.

The half hour was just about over when Denise brought up the subject I'd been grappling with most of the afternoon.

"You know we're going to have to do this again."

Do tell.

I looked up at Denise with what I hoped was an open expression on my face, "Is that so?"

"Oh yes. The odds are against me getting pregnant the very first time we try. This could take months. Maybe even longer. We'll have to sit down and coordinate our schedules to take advantage of my cycle. The doctor says I have to have sex within 72 hours of the egg entering the fallopian tube if I'm to have a good chance of getting pregnant. Obviously, the more times we do it during that time, the better the chances are. Also, you're going to have to start taking a multi-vitamin. Something with selenium and zinc. Oh and you should avoid wearing tight shorts, like bicycle pants."

"Oh c'mon Denise, that's just a myth. Tight shorts have no impact on male fertility."

"I know that. I just don't like them. They're dorky. Oh! Before I forget, you're going to have to change your diet. Start eating more healthy. I can give you..."

I let Denise drone on about my new diet and what I could or couldn't have, letting the words slide in one ear and out the other, the only thing briefly grabbing my attention being the part about having to give up alcohol, while I finally came face to face with my dilemma. Sure the part about no beer was alarming, but if I held firm and made this a one time thing then the whole point was moot. On the other hand, if I agreed to do what Denise asked, and saw this through to the end, then I sort of had to be serious about it and do what was required. And if that meant taking a multi-vitamin and not wearing bicycle shorts, somehow I would manage. But the part about no alcohol... I'd deal with that problem when the time came.

First I had a choice to make. Another in a never ending sea of choices we all face each day. Toast or English muffin. Coffee or juice. Jeans or Dockers. A red tie or a blue one. Fuck Denise or not. Give her a baby or renege on my promise. Choice, choices.

Denise was still talking all the while I was reviewing my options and I let her words register with me for the first time in many seconds. I was curious to see what else she felt I would have to give up to improve her chances of conceiving, but she wasn't talking about diets or vitamins or tight shorts or anything else I would have to do or not do, or even how long the whole thing might take. She was talking about the baby. No restrictions or prohibitions, no regimens or schedules. Just this one tiny human life and how much she was looking forward to her arrival. Her. Whatever Charlie may have wanted, Denise wanted a girl. She even had the name already picked out. Samantha. Sam for short. Naturally. And while she talked about baby Sam's arrival I saw the same smile settle on her face as had been there earlier, back before I had inadvertently stepped into a mine field. She was happy. Possibly the happiest she had ever been.




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And I was thinking about taking that away from her.

Wasn't I?

The hell I was.

And just like that it was over. I was going to be a father. Son of a gun.

Decision made, it was time for me to weigh in on some of the things she'd been saying, but before I did that I wanted to bring up the possibility of doing something different the next time Denise and I hooked up. Test the waters as it were.

"You know Denise, I've been thinking about what you were saying before about preferring sex with women and I think I might have an idea that could make the experience even more satisfying. For both of us that is."

Hey. I may not be a complete jerk who's willing to destroy a woman's hopes and dreams in a stone cold heartbeat but I'm no saint either. If I was going to go through with this I might as well take full advantage. Sure as shit I'd never have a chance like this again.

Deliberately mimicking my words from before, but with a far more suspicious look upon her face, Denise responded "Is that so?"

"Yes. I was thinking, what if we invited someone else to join us? Make it a threesome..." Denise's eyebrows went up at that "... maybe another lesbian, someone with the same attitudes towards sex with men as you have, or maybe we forget about the lesbians and go with a bisexual woman, say Angelina Jolie..."

Okay, that was pretty chancy of me, but the big rewards require big risks.

"Sorry, I really don't know her."

Damn. Oh well, at least I tried.

"Okay, okay. Let's stick with someone you know. Katherine Heigl?"

"Straight as can be. Try again."

"Heather Locklear?"

Denise gave me a meaningful look at that one. Okay, moving on, moving on. Hmmm. Who might Denise know that is not only a bisexual, but would be willing to join us in a threesome? Hmmm. Oh, I know!

Just as I was about to toss out another hottie's name Denise cut me off, shocking me with a suggestion of her own, "How about Neve Campbell?"

Fantasy number 2. Calling fantasy number 2. You're up.

"Buhhhh." The air rushed out of me and my eyes went round as saucers at the mention of Neve's name. Who hasn't dreamed of playing out the threesome scene from Wild Things with Denise and Neve? Only this would be the XXX rated version. And Neve's shirt would sure as hell be coming off.

"Can we do it with champagne?"

Another meaningful look. Right, right. No alcohol.

"I mean ginger-ale."

The look softened and Denise laughed lightly as she said "You just want to lick champagne off my tits."

My turn to chuckle as I shifted on the couch, getting into a prone position with my face down by Denise's upraised crotch, "Yeah. Something like that."

All meaningful conversation stopped at this point as I used my tongue for something much better than forming silly words. Well, almost all meaningful conversation. Denise still had one last thing to add.

"You know... unh... once the baby is born... oh God... we don't have to stop there. We could always have another... oh that's good!"

Sigh. What have I gotten myself into?

The end.

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Okay, so at the time I wrote this story I had good reason, or so I believed, to cast Denise Richards as a real-life lesbian. Turns out not to be the case. So sue me. Or not. If you've ever listened to/watched Denise's appearances on Howard Stern's show you know that she has happily admitted to having sex with women on more than one occasion. Not exactly the way I portray her here, but close enough for celeb erotica I think. Not to mention that there was no way I was going to go through the effort required to rewrite all the references to Denise being a lesbian. Besides, the story works the way it is. At least I think so. And if you agree, or disagree, why not take a few seconds to let me know. I'd sure appreciate hearing from any of you.