16 comments/ 106273 views/ 16 favorites The Challenge By: omyballs My wife Amanda and I have a relationship while, although sometimes subdued and relaxed, can quickly become a torrent of anger, rage and frustration. Our fights have sometimes escalated into not only ugly, hysterical screaming matches, but have also, on more than one occasion spilled into our bedroom. This was one such occasion. We had gone to a party and had a terrible fight before we arrived. It was always a rule that we would never separate before making up, but we were both so angry that making up was probably out of the question and, as we were now parked we didn't want to draw attention to ourselves. Our muffled shouts were garnering some silently judgmental looks our way and I was afraid of looking like an abusive husband, so we got out with an icy silence and headed to the party. During the evening I tried to keep an eye on Amanda, but she always seemed to leave a room the moment I entered as though avoiding me. This pissed me off greatly until I finally thought, "If she wants to play games, fuck her." It was my intention to have a good time on my own. No problem. After nearly an hour and few glasses of alcohol, my head began to feel light and my insecurities over losing my wife were suddenly becoming more substantial, as sometimes insecurities do when alcohol breaks the blood/brain barrier. I walked through the house seeking Amanda and finally made my way upstairs to the bedroom and opened several of the doors until, at last, I found her. She was leaning against one of the walls in a darkened corner, a man pressed firmly against her, their tongues swirling into each other's mouths with mounting expectancy. The opening of the door made them both turn and look, their eyes wincing at the introduction of light. Amanda smiled coyly as the man spit his words at me. "Do you mind?" "Yes. Actually, I do." Amanda wrapped her arms around her new paramour and nuzzled her nose into his neck. "He's my husband." The man, fairly handsome I noticed, sighed. "Not again." "Never mind. I'm heading home. See you later." I closed the door and left the party. "She can find her own way home, if she ever comes home." I thought to myself until I realized what I was actually thinking. I was going to give my wife up? That easily? No way. I turned my car around and marched back into the party and back into the room, where, to my surprise, my wife and her new friend were still engaged. There had been some progression as the top buttons of her shirt were undone and his shirt was now completely removed. Upon my entrance into the room, the man announced with some annoyance, "We really have to lock this door." Amanda smiled and ran her fingers gently over his nipples; something she knows drives me insane with pleasure. "It's okay, he probably just wanted to curse at me some more." Then asking me in her sweetest voice, "yes, dear? You wanted to tell me something?" "No. But I want to know what you think you're doing?" "I'm pleasing another man. What does it look like I'm doing?" And after that she leaned over and began licking his nipples slowly and gently. Blowing on one and then the other. He sucked his breath in sharply and moaned. She raised her head and looked to me. "Why?" "So you want a divorce?" "No. Do you?" "Then come home." "Not until he cums." My anger was now straining to release itself, but my cock was also begging me to stay. "And me?" She thought about it for a second and then smiled wickedly. "I have an idea. Let's have a little contest." The other man and I looked at each other and made a non-committal shrug. Amanda walked to the door and locked it and then seductively turned to face us. "I get to do whatever I want to either of you and the one who comes first, loses. The loser can stay and watch if they want, but they can't join in for the rest of the evening." I swallowed like a cartoon character as I thought about the ramifications of this proposal. If I lost, I surely wasn't going to leave my wife alone with this guy, but could I really watch her fuck someone all night long without saying or doing anything? No, I had to win and that was that. Andrea, anxious to hear someone reply pried us for our answers."Well?" He started to undress quickly, "Yeah, I got nothing to lose, either way I blow my load." I winced at his choice of words regarding the woman I loved. Andrea looked to me and smiled with her coldest stare, "Well? You want to play? Or is he the only one who gets to 'blow his load'?" My heart was pounding and my blood was filled with absolute hatred for this woman and absolute lust, but my male ego was simply not going to abrogate to this moron. "I'm in." The man spoke up. "Hold on, I've been going at this for a while. I'm closer to shooting than he is." Amanda walked to him and kissed him with a slow passion that she, at least until now, usually reserved for me on the verge of orgasm. It was a lingering, slow-burning, tongue twisting kiss that said, "I want your cum. Give it to me." "Don't worry. I'll even the score." Amanda then walked to me and slowly unbuttoned my shirt one button at a time while holding my gaze. "Are you pissed?" "No." She smiled at my lie. "Will you be pissed watching me fuck him?" "It ain't over until the fat lady sings." "You mean the fat cock." The man offered, snorting. Amanda smiled, knowing how upset I would be if she slept with this handsome, but dim-witted fuck monster. She was offering herself to someone who would use her only for sex, debasing not only her husband, but also herself. As though to say, your wife is whore who will fuck anyone just to piss you off. She really knew all my buttons. She reached into my shirt and slowly caresses my nipple as I caught my breath. She made a pouty face and, with a voice one hears when a mother talks to her child, she said, "You don't? Maybe I'll decide which way it goes." "I think I have a little control over that, don't you?" Her fingers grew more insistent, now tugging gently on first one nipple and then the other. Her eyes, still locked with mine, now had an expression of pure interest. As though she were monitoring my expressions for the slightest traces of pleasure. When she saw one creep across my face, she would grin maliciously. "There we go." She whispered as I sighed. "There's my baby's weak spot. Right there. You gonna cum for me?" As both hands now slowly began their tortuous teasing of my hardened nubs, my eyes began to glaze over. She smiled, "Oh, yeah. I'm going to like watching you struggle for this." She pulled away and turned to the other man. "Okay, big boy, he's probably about to pop too. Now, I want you both naked." We undressed and stood on either side of her, completely naked and erect. She stood between us and grabbed both our cocks stroking slowly and easily. First she kissed him deeply and then turned to me and did the same. "Eeny meeny miny mo." Her hands played with our cocks alternately on each syllable until she stopped and turned to face him completely on 'mo'. "Looks like you get round one." She pressed herself against his body and began kissing him slowly and passionately. Her hands roaming gently across his nipples, his stomach and his ass, finally descending upon his throbbing member. "Oh. You're going to have to think about baseball if you want this, baby." "Just make me cum. I don't need an all night fuck." I was happy to hear this. Happy to know that I was going to leave with my wife and fuck her all night. Until I heard her speak. "Really? You don't want me to bring you to orgasm over and over again with my mouth and my pussy until your balls are empty for a week? You don't want that?" "Oh. Okay." He smiled and kissed her again deeply.. "Undress me and I'll finish my husband off. Okay?" The other man smiled at me as Amanda turned her back to him and rubbed her ass against his cock. He slowly began to unbutton her shirt as she guided his head over her shoulder to kiss him openly. The other man then opened the front clasp on her bra and slid it off her raised arms before cupping and fondling her exposed tits. For the first time, she relaxed with pleasure moaning gently at his touch. As he ground into her with more eagerness, she turned to him and said, "Easy boy, I have other plans for you." She looked to me and told me to lie on the bed before telling her intended champion, "This will only take a minute. I know how to get him off quickly." "Sure." Was his response. I lay on the bed as she climbed onto my thighs. "You think you can do it?" I asked. "Ohhh. Yeahhhh." She slowly wrapped her hand around my shaft and ever so gently began to pull upwards. Her thumb rubbing and teasing the spot just beneath my head. I stared at her defiantly as she smiled confidently. "You're so hard, baby. You gonna let go for me?" "No." "No? You're not going to let it all spill out? Like I've made you do a thousand times before? This time's going to be different?" Her pumping grew more insistent. "Look at your head. Come on. Look at it. It's so purple. Can I get a little cum out of your? Just a little?" She knew what she was doing as a small amount of seminal fluid bubbled forth. "Oh, baby. Look. You're starting to lose it, aren't you?" she turned to her other lover and said with a frightening calmness. "Get ready for me, he's going to pop soon." Her hand started to tighten and her strokes became quicker. I moaned and she mimicked me, taunting me further. "I think you need a little help, don't you?" With that, she reached for a nipple, gently rubbing and pinching it. Her eyes studying my face. My body arched upwards as I attempted to hold back. "That's it, baby. You're so close now. Just come and let me fuck him." "No." I groaned. She smiled cunningly as her hand kept its maddening tempo. The upstroke was fast and hard and the downstroke slow and gentle. Over and over, she kept the same pace until I gasped involuntarily. She knew that if she drew it out, I would be able to hold off longer, but if she teased me, I would cum sooner. Amanda felt my cock become completely rigid so she slowed her pace. Her intention was to make me lose complete control and teasing me was the best way. "Let's let is subside for a second." She said slowly kneading my balls. "There we go." "I thought you wanted me to cum?" "You know I had you didn't you?" I regained my composure and lied. "Not even close." "No? That's not what your balls are telling me. Or your cock. You're so cute when you're frustrated. Are you going to be okay knowing that his cock is going to buried in me for the rest of the evening? Won't that upset you? I guess we'll have to find out, won't we?" Hands were now playing my body as only she knew how. I clenched my teeth and tried to hold off the inevitable. Her eyes were laughing at me as her mouth curled into a sensual smile. Her hand picked up its pace on my cock pulling it towards an orgasm. Sharp quick strokes followed by long, slow ones as her other hand flicked my nipple in time with the strokes on my cock. More fluid started to leak from my head as she rubbed it across the crown sensually, making small circles and staring at my bursting cock. "So close now. You can feel it, can't you? The cum starting to strain upwards. Leaking from your tip. You can't hold on much longer, baby. You know that don't you?" It was time to finish me off. She got off my thighs and knelt at my side, her hand never leaving my cock as her mouth surrounded my nipple, sucking it sweetly between her lips. The pace of her hand was now steady and satisfying as she moaned into my chest. Just as I was about to release she placed her lips onto mine and watched my eyes as my cum poured forth from my cock. She continued to kiss me as her hand drained every drop from my now sated manhood. Once I had finished, she licked the semen from her hand and smiled. "Why don't you stick around and watch the fun." The Challenge For K. My inspiration, my mentor, my friend. I couldn't have done this without you. Thanks for everything. * * * Chicago. The Windy City. I tried to look out the windows of my hotel room to calm my nerves but I was unfocused and flighty. The scenic lake in the distance couldn't hold my attention for more than a few seconds at a time. Panic seized me. Again. During the past hour my nervousness had escalated from apprehension to something bordering on terror. I took deep breaths to calm myself but my pounding heartbeat seemed to double its rate in my chest. Pacing, I tried to work off some of my anxiety but the only thing that could soothe me now was the knock on the door that would either be my salvation or my downfall. * * * An offhand comment two years ago had led to this moment. I have struggled with my weight my entire life. When my size crept toward morbid obesity, I realized that getting a grip on my food addiction was the only way to avoid an early death. But I felt powerless to do anything about it. I'd never had the resolve or will-power to diet for more than a month at a time. You would think that something as simple as putting food in your mouth would not be so difficult to control. But I couldn't fight it, and I knew if I didn't somehow overcome it, I would die by my own hand. What I needed was an incentive. A goal to work toward. The idea of losing weight is not a very big motivator; you can't just picture yourself as thin and confident and suddenly be in that place, ready and willing to change your entire lifestyle for a fleeting prize. If it were that easy, we'd all be thin. Skinny as supermodels. No, I needed something bigger than that to inspire me. Sex as a motivator? Well, why not? It feels good and can give pleasure even more satisfying than food. I have two sexual fixations. Gay men and anal sex. I'm not sure why I'm so fascinated by gay men. Maybe human nature simply wants what it cannot have. They are unattainable to me. As a woman, I could never be a part of what two men can share with each other. Maybe my anal fixation stems from that absorption. Or maybe from the fact that it looked like I would never experience it. My husband flat-out refuses to have anything to do with anal sex. He is a scientist and is really weird about germs and bacteria. He won't go there even with a condom. He won't talk about it much but he's said enough that I know it will never happen. And no amount of begging will ever change his mind. * * * When my health concerns arose, I had just made the acquaintance of a sweet young gay man over the internet. Andrew. He had answered all my questions about anal sex frankly and honestly, and probably laughing to himself behind his computer screen at my ignorance and obsession. At least he never laughed at me openly. He even directed me to some written literature on the subject that he thought might inspire my husband. Not that it helped, but I found it interesting so at least his efforts weren't for nothing. One evening I found myself chatting with him about my deepest darkest secret. My weight. I think it was easier for me to talk to him about it because he couldn't see me. I didn't have to look in his eyes to see if he was judging me because of my size. I was griping and complaining to him, explaining that losing weight was something I had to do or I was going to die. I honestly felt that way at the time. Every bite of food I put in my mouth was like a death sentence. "I feel helpless," I moaned. Well, he couldn't hear the moan but it was there. "I'm fat. I'm ugly. I can't do this. I can't control myself." "Good Lord, girl, calm down," he wrote. "If this is something you really want, then you can do it. You will do it. You just need something to motivate you." Nothing came to mind. What could possibly motivate me to lose nearly half my body weight? But he knew me so well already. Even after only a month of corresponding via e-mail and chat, he had quickly formed an idea. "In two years, if you lose the weight, I'll fuck you in the ass," he wrote. Holy shit, that was not what I expected. "Uh, what was that?" I asked, although it was clear for me to read in the messenger box. "You heard me, I'll give you what your husband won't." It took about ten seconds for every possible consequence to run through my mind. My husband. I'm not a cheater; I'm not looking for an affair or a way out of my marriage. And he's gay, I reminded myself, and he has a partner. This wouldn't be an affair though. Just something to satisfy my curiosity. But he's gay, I reminded myself again, shaking my head. Why on earth would he offer to do that? "Are you drunk?" I wrote. "No more than usual," he replied. I could almost see his grin. "But you're gay," I wrote, not knowing what else to say, not sure where this was headed, not sure I wanted to know. I could almost here him laugh as he wrote back, "So? What's that got to do with anything?" "What about Jeff?" I asked, referring to his partner. "He won't mind. He'll think it's funny, actually." Could I have sex with a stranger? I mean, I really didn't know him that well. You will in two years though, someone said in the back of my head. I never said yes and I never said no, but from that day forward things changed between us. He became the unofficial coach of my diet. I guess he needed a project. As if he weren't busy enough already. He constantly both pestered and encouraged me, and believe me, he was a real asshole at times. But it worked for me. I started seeing some results. My energy came back with every pound that I lost. I found myself exercising and being able to tolerate the exertion. I was finally able to control those cravings that I had been a slave to for all those years. I realized it wasn't so much an incentive that I needed as just someone to be supportive and share in my day-to-day struggle. Someone who would push me but who would also understand when I lost a battle with my willpower and who wouldn't judge me too harshly for it. My husband certainly wasn't around enough to help me. His research demanded such strange hours that I was lucky he was home long enough to notice me. But I reminded myself that's what I'd found so attractive about him in the first place. The work he did held such potential; his lab had already made several breakthroughs that would benefit many people. I'd always known in the back of my mind that I would never be higher than second place with him. I loved him and could live with that. But I couldn't help being restless at times. * * * During those two years I kept Andrew's promise in the back of my mind, not really thinking it would ever happen. Not that I didn't have some wild fantasies about it. I really wanted to experience anal and who better to do it with than a gay guy. If they can't get it right then there is no hope for the rest of us. I was resolved not to bring it up again. But as the last few pounds melted away and I reached my ideal body weight of 110 pounds on my five-foot frame, he typed one evening, "Well, it's just about time, isn't it?" "Time for what?" I asked as my palms turned sweaty and my heart rate quickened. "You know," he wrote. "Do I have to spell it out for you?" "Maybe…" I couldn't take the first step. He would have to do that. "You kept your end of the bargain and now it's time for me to keep mine. Whether we go through with this or not is up to you. Just name the time and the place and I'll be there. Or we can never mention it again." * * * Which brings me back to Chicago. The Raphael Hotel. Fifteenth floor, corner suite, gorgeous view of Lake Michigan right out the window. I paced, ignoring the view, thinking over and over that he'd be here any minute. Nervously I checked the mirror for the fifteenth time. I never looked at myself anymore. I couldn't get over the difference. Who was that looking back at me? I'd been so fat for so long that I barely recognized her. She smiled at me. I couldn't wait for Andrew to see me. He'd seen the before pictures. Now he could see the after. He could see what he'd done for me, how he'd changed my life. I finally heard a knock on the door. No turning back now. I took one last deep breath and somehow managed to walk to the door. The man who greeted me in the doorway was not what I expected. Actually, I'm not sure what I was expecting. I had only seen one grainy black-and-white photo of him taken several years before. It looked nothing like him. His ash blond hair was cut short and spiky and his beard was gone showing off a straight jaw and high cheekbones. His nose was a little crooked but I didn't think it was too big like he always complained. He stood slouched against the doorframe, grinning a crooked grin, hands in his pockets. "Hi, Andrew," I said shyly, looking up at him. "Hello, Jessica," he said, his voice rich and smooth like fine whisky. It was the first time I had ever heard it. In those first few seconds I saw in his eyes everything I needed to know about him. They were brilliant clear blue and in them I could see gentleness and kindness. I could trust this man, he wouldn't hurt me. I stepped backward, silently inviting him in. "I wasn't sure you'd come," I blurted after a moment. "I was scared that you wouldn't and scared that you would." I don't know what made me say that. He laughed then, helping ease some of the tension that I felt. "What do you think now that I'm really here?" "I'm not sure. I'm still scared." His blue eyes held me as he quietly said, "You have nothing to fear from me, Jessica. You know that, don't you?" I nodded. I could hear the sincerity in his voice, see it in those incredible eyes. After a moment he moved to circle me, looking me up and down, appraising me. "Darling, you look fantastic. How much weight did you lose?" "Eighty-five pounds. Can you believe the difference?" Shaking his head, he said, "Wow. I can't get over it. You really do look wonderful, babe." I smiled then, happy to meet with his approval. After all, I had done this almost as much for him as for myself. His friendship meant a lot to me. I wanted him to be as proud of my new body as I was since he'd played such a large role in reshaping me. "You were a good coach, I couldn't have done this without you." He brushed that aside. "You always had it in you, you just needed a push. Several of them. But I'm a master at that," he winked. He moved toward one of the armchairs. "Do you want to just sit and talk for awhile? We've never done that. Well, not in person anyway." Relieved, I sank onto the chair opposite him. I was finally relaxing. He put me at ease right from the beginning. We could have talked for hours. About our families, our friends, our pasts. But I could tell he didn't like being cooped up in this room. It wasn't long before he was walking around looking out the windows. The lake was a beautiful blue backdrop for the sailboats that skimmed its surface. I admired the way he moved, his body slim and graceful. "Do you want to go out?" he asked suddenly. "We could get something to eat." "I don't think I could eat a thing, if you can believe that!" I laughed. "But we could go to Blue Chicago and get a beer and listen to some jazz. It's less than a mile from here." "Why not? But you know me and beer. Cut me off after two." I looked at him doubtfully, "Well, I can try, but I'm not sure you'll listen." * * * We stepped out into a muggy Chicago evening and called our greetings to Vince the valet. The walk wasn't that far but we were sweating after just a couple of blocks. The bar, when we found it, wasn't that crowded yet. Too early for all the regulars. We mellowed over a couple of beers and the blues and before I knew it I was leaning into him in a familiar way I hadn't done with anyone in years except my husband. He was just so comfortable to be with. We were old friends after all, even though we'd just met in person hours before. He smelled delicious. I wasn't sure what he was wearing, but I couldn't get enough of it. Maybe it was just him, his natural scent. I know I shouldn't have but I found myself envying Jeff, his lover of six years. Maybe there was more emotion in this for me than I'd thought. I looked up into his eyes and smiled. He leaned toward me and breathed in my ear, "You wanna get out of here? All this smoke is making my head hurt." That caress of his breath sent shivers all through me even though what he'd said wasn't the least bit seductive. I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. Just his nearness was causing me to get damp. We opted to take a taxi back to the hotel. Our fingers interlaced in the backseat of our cab as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He had beautiful hands. Strong with long tapered fingers. They looked capable of either chopping firewood or sketching a landscape. In no time we were back at our hotel, Vince opening the door for us. As we boarded the elevator, I began to tense up again. I could actually feel my muscles tightening. Andrew sensed it and put his arm around my shoulders. "Hey, girlie, calm down. You look like you're going to have a stroke," he said squeezing my arm. "We still don't have to do anything, you know. You're in charge of this. Whatever you want to do is cool." I tried to smile back at him. What was he really thinking? I know he didn't come all this way just to get laid, but I wondered if he would be disappointed if he didn't. No, he wasn't like that I told myself. He would be happy with whatever I was willing to give and not think twice about it. Funny, this was supposed to be the culmination of all my fantasies and the prize for which I had worked so hard. I figured it would be me having to talk him into going through with it. When we got back to our suite, we stood at the window in the darkness looking at the lights. There were still a few boats left on the lake, their multi-colored running lights twinkling in the distance. The lights of the city spread out to our left, the bustle of the Chicago nightlife swirled below us. "Bubble bath," he suddenly spoke. "What?" I said, jumping a bit at the sound of his voice. "Bubble bath," he repeated. "Let's get in the tub and relax." I could barely see him in the darkness, but I knew suddenly that I wanted this. Every feeling he could give me. I wanted to experience it all. "Ok," I nodded. I reached out tentatively and stroked the clean line of his jaw. His lips came down and brushed mine briefly, fleetingly before he headed into the bathroom. I heard the water running after a minute. I kicked off my shoes and followed him. "There isn't any bubble bath," he said, "we'll have to make do with this." He held up the orange-scented shower gel the hotel provided. "Smells good," I said. Now I was feeling a little shy, thinking about undressing in front of him. He tugged his shirt out of his jeans and pulled it off over his head. My fingers reached out unconsciously to stroke the tattoo on his right arm. Sea turtles and a jellyfish. "Nice," I said, meaning more than the tattoo. His skin was tan and smooth, his body lean but not too muscular. A light sprinkling of blond hair covered his chest and trailed down his smooth stomach before disappearing into the waist of his jeans. "Thanks," he smiled. "Your turn." I hesitated but then started unbuttoning my shirt. He was already pushing down his jeans. He reached behind me and turned off the light. "Maybe that will help, if you're gonna be shy about it." The lamp from the bedroom filtered in slightly, providing a soft warm glow in the darkness. I could still see him grinning at me. He quickly slid out of his boxers and lowered himself into the tub. He offered me his hand as I finished undressing and I slid in across from him. Ok, that wasn't so bad, I thought to myself. After all I had worked awfully hard to get my body looking this good. I just figured it would be wasted on him. Eyes closed, I let the warm soapy water wash over me and ease my tension. I sighed out loud as he took one of my feet in his hands and began massaging it. "What size are your feet?" he laughed. "They're smaller than my hands." Not exactly terms of endearment, but I couldn't help laughing along with him. He always knew what to say to make me laugh and put me at ease. "Size five," I answered. "Good Lord, how do they hold you up?" he joked. He smiled at me and then held out his arm, inviting me closer. "Come over here." I scooted around so I was lying against his chest, the bubbles reaching almost to my shoulders. I think I sighed again as his arms encircled me, holding me tightly. He didn't speak but the rhythmical rising and falling of his chest was hypnotic. I felt the tension drain away as that simple regular motion soothed my nerves. I don't know how long we sat like that, but after awhile he began lightly nibbling on my neck and ears. I melted completely, putty in his hands. Every cliché I had ever heard about this moment rushed through me. I never let anyone near my ears, not even my husband. But I let go and surrendered to him. Total trust. Absolute faith. His fingers began kneading my neck and shoulders, although I don't think I could have relaxed much more. "Wanna go to bed?" he asked. Just like in the bar, his breath on my skin sent shivers down my spine. I didn't hesitate. The time for hesitation had passed. We stood in unison and quickly rinsed off the bubbles, reaching for towels as the bath water drained beneath us. In the muted light, we drank in the sight of each other, naked and no longer shy. I dried him and wondered over each scar I found as well as the second tattoo on his left shoulder blade. I shamelessly tasted them all, relishing the flavor of his skin, enjoying how he felt under my tongue. My fingers traced the muscles of his back, exploring him hesitantly at first, but then more boldly as he held me, letting me explore every part of him. When I looked up at him he smiled his approval. I felt a growing heat within me that spread downward. I wanted him to touch me, I wanted him to fill me. He was aroused, his cock hard and pulsing against his stomach, and I felt a sense of pride that I had made him that way. I reached down to stroke him, his skin velvety soft yet hard at the same time. As I lowered my head to taste him there, he stopped me. I looked up questioningly into his eyes. Had I done something wrong? His shook his head slightly and said, "This isn't about me." Oh, but I wanted it to be about him. To make him feel what I was feeling. Somehow, for whatever reason, the purpose for this rendezvous was becoming distorted in my mind. He drew me up against him and kissed me. Deeply, passionately. Unexpectedly. I don't remember walking to the bedroom, but suddenly we fell onto the bed, my mouth searching his like someone possessed. I knew I would want him, but I didn't expect his passion to meet mine. I still thought that, for him, this would be just a duty. Something he did because he promised. He was gay…he couldn't really want me could he? But he surprised me. His tongue sparred with mine in those initial frantic kisses, stirring something in me that was almost frightening in its intensity. So many nights over the past two years I had sat at my computer and been touched by his words. But it paled in comparison to the touch of his skin against mine, his hands on me, claiming me. My hands tangled in his hair drawing him even closer. He responded by moving away from my mouth and down my neck where he stopped to lick and bite the sensitive skin. Not hard enough to leave a mark, but hard enough to make the hair stand up on the back of my neck. Slowly he kissed a trail down to my breasts. His lips caught one of my nipples, encircling it, his tongue lashing at it. I moaned, my body arching up into him, lightning racing through me. He knew I liked it rough, that much I had shared with him in the past two years. His fingers found my other nipple, pinching it tightly and twisting it, my body writhing beneath him. The pleasure he gave me, between his insistent fingers and the rasping of his teeth, brought me quickly to the edge. I was in heaven. Beyond heaven. I would have orgasmed if he'd kept it up much longer. The Challenge But he moved then, down down even further, his tongue dipping into my navel, teasing me. He looked up at me and grinned a sadistic little grin showing me how much he enjoyed tormenting me. My juices were overflowing, soaking the sheets beneath us. His lips continued downward, his hands spreading my legs. At the first unexpected touch of his mouth against my clit, sucking and nibbling, I exploded into bliss. Electricity flashed across every cell in my body. I tingled from head to foot as he continued to gently pull at my clit with his mouth, drenching his face with the force of my orgasm. "Oh God, stop, Andrew." I begged for mercy after a moment, pulling on his hair. I was weak and trembling, my flesh too sensitive to endure much more. That same devilish grin returned as he pushed my knees up toward my chest. I felt his tongue lapping at the juices still gushing from me . He traveled further down again, finally licking around my anus. This was the reason I was here I reminded myself through the fog in my head. His tongue moved lazily in slow circles around my puckered hole, stopping at times to push in gently. I moaned at the slightly kinky and unfamiliar pleasure of it. I needed more…more… I thrashed restlessly on the bed, trying to get more of him. "Relax," he ordered. "Bear down and let me in." After that orgasm, if I relaxed any more I might slip into a coma. But I did as he asked, trying to relax that ring of muscle that separated us. Trying to open for him. The last barrier between us dissolving. His tongue became more demanding then, spearing me, driving in and out of me. I felt two of his fingers enter my sopping pussy, stroking deeply. I had never had multiple orgasms before but this dual stimulation was moving me toward something I had never experienced. But suddenly his fingers withdrew from me and before I could mourn the feeling of emptiness, a fingertip slipped inside my ass. He went slowly, working that first finger in gradually so that I felt no pain. Only a slight burning that excited me even more once I realized how good it felt. He went back to licking my clit at intervals while his finger moved in my ass. I was so distracted by the pleasure he was giving me that I barely felt the second finger join the first. He paused then, letting me get used to that feeling of fullness. My juices were still flowing downward, coating the fingers that impaled me, allowing him to move easily within me. He drove deeper and faster, my anal passage burning and tingling from these new sensations. My hands fisted the bed linens beneath me as I gasped and moaned in delight. He smiled up at me, pleased with his efforts. When the third finger entered me, I knew I was on the edge of something incredible. There was no pain as I had feared, only an overwhelming sense of fullness and completeness. The burning was gone and I felt only a longing to be filled even more, as much as he could give me. After a moment he got up and I felt suddenly empty and alone. He was back in an instant with a tube of Astroglide and a condom. I watched as he rolled the condom over his cock and began to stroke the lubricant over the head and up and down the shaft. Watching him touch himself was incredibly erotic. My mind was trying to comprehend that cock moving inside me when he said, "Turn over. It will make it easier for your first time." I obeyed him, submitting to his every command. I'd imagined looking up into his blue eyes as he took me, but he was the expert after all. He positioned a pillow under my hips to better angle his penetration. As he spread my asscheeks with his hands he spoke again. "Are you sure? Are you ready for me?" At all times, he was giving me the chance to back out. I loved him for that but I wasn't about to change my mind now. I nodded and simply said, "Yes." I closed my eyes as he placed his cock at my entrance. I relaxed as best I could and felt him slowly begin to push forward. Let go, trust him. A thousand thoughts entered my mind as I opened myself to him, exposing my greatest desire and fear. But he drove all thought from me as the thick head of his cock moved slowly into my tight entrance. There was pain, for just a moment, but it soon faded into a dull burn. I was stretched – so wide it was almost too intense and I gasped. He stopped, allowing my body to adjust to the feel of him. "Stop me if it hurts, ok?" His arms came down on either side of me as he held himself above me. I could see the strength and power of his forearms, the muscles straining. "Remember how I told you to bear down on me and don't tense up…" "I'm ok," I answered, pushing back against him slightly to show him I was ready to continue. The burning was still there, but I didn't want him to stop. It wasn't painful anymore – in fact, the tingling radiated deep through me, turning to a pleasure I'd never known before. Little by little he eased himself deeper into me, sinking into my depths, taking a path no one had ever traveled before. I'd never felt so completely possessed. I loved the feeling of him owning me. I gave myself to him totally, even if just for this moment. He would not have agreed with me, but I felt I owed him this. Everything he had done for me in the past two years; he alone was the one who deserved to take this virginity from me. The fact that my own husband had refused had made it that much easier for me to save it for him. For him alone. I would never have dreamed of doing this with anyone else. The slow, agonizingly sensual journey finally ended as I felt his pubic hair brushing the crack of my ass. He just froze there, not moving a muscle, still balanced above me. I reached back for him, trying to draw him down on top of me but he hesitated. "Lie down on me," I begged him. "I want to feel all of you." Still hesitating, he lowered himself until his chest was covering my back and his cheek was resting against mine over my shoulder. I knew he couldn't stand the feeling of being weighed down, and I knew what it must cost him to feel like he was forcing it upon me in spite of me asking for it. But I reveled in the feel of him. His weight was heavy upon me, pressing me, covering me. It made me feel safe, protected, sheltered. Owned. I was the one who brought security and stability to my relationships and I gloried in being able to let go completely, allowing him to take that burden from me. If only for one night. The long length of him buried inside my ass, where no one had ever been before, only added to that feeling of complete surrender. Slowly he moved his hips in a tight motion, grinding his pelvis into me. He took longer, deeper strokes as my breathing quickened and I began moaning into the pillow. I turned my face toward him and we shared a short awkward kiss over my shoulder. The sensations that bubbled inside me were so overwhelming I almost felt hysterical – why had I never done this before? Yes, yes, so good… My body took over and began pounding back into him, matching his strokes and demanding more, wanting it harder, faster. His hands moved under me and he began rolling my nipples between his fingers, pulling at them and squeezing them roughly. "Oh God," I moaned, as his tongue teased my ear, trembling as his breath caressed that sensitive skin. He could feel me tensing beneath him, nearing orgasm. I tried to hold back, to delay it. I desperately held on to the pleasure building inside me, wanting it to last just a little longer. Agonizing seconds passed as my body and mind waged war, struggling between control and release. At that moment one of his hands slid down my front and burrowed between my pelvis and the pillow searching for my clit. When he found it, he pinched it once between his index finger and thumb and I lost it. My entire body exploded in one huge firework. Every nerve-ending electrified, every square millimeter of my flesh stimulated beyond even my wildest fantasies. I felt his cock growing inside me, pulsating then jerking as he orgasmed with me. I don't know if I screamed. I may have blacked out for second. I don't remember anything but the feeling of the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced in my life. Overpowering, almost unbearable sensations crashed through me. When I regained my senses, he had rolled off me, pulled off the used condom, and pitched it toward the trash can. I was shaking uncontrollably as he rolled back beside me and gathered me in his arms. I clung to him as our breathing returned to normal and the sweat on our bodies dissipated. He cupped my face in one big hand and tilted my chin up so I would look at him. "You ok?" he asked, his brow furrowed with concern but half-grinning as he said it. "That was…" I was the kind of person who was never at a loss for words, but for once in my life I couldn't finish a sentence. All I could do was grin this big dopey, contented grin. "I know. It's intense the first time, isn't it?" He kissed me gently on the forehead and said, "You had me worried there for a second." "I think I may have passed out there for a minute," I giggled. The hysteria was catching up to me. "Wow. Let's do that again." He just shook his head with a big smile on his face and said, "You're so funny. I don't think you can take it again right now, and I know I can't." He laughed, "Besides, I'm starving. Feed me." We decided not to go out again and ordered a deep-dish pizza from Giordano's. We had a disagreement over the toppings but finally decided on sausage, pepperoni, and fresh tomatoes. And not that I needed a treat after what we'd just done, but I couldn't resist an order of tiramisu. It would take a little over an hour to be delivered so while he went out to find us some more beer and get some ice, I jumped in the shower. As I washed the sweaty film from my body, I couldn't help exploring. My ass was pretty sore. There was no way I could do that again anytime soon. But that soreness felt so good. I smiled, thinking how glad I was I had done this. I was a little disappointed that he didn't join me in the shower but I realized this was just a one-night thing for him and not some budding romance. All I had to do now was feed him, put him on a plane in the morning and his obligation would be over. I just hoped I could put this night in my memories as easily as he could. He already knew I was halfway in love with him. I had told him as much not long after we met. But he's gay, I always reminded myself, safe because even if I wanted him it could never happen. Now that I knew him intimately, I hoped I could return to my husband and put this obsession behind me. Or at least be content with what I had waiting at home. I wasn't so sure that would be possible. We spent the rest of the evening eating and talking and listening to music. The pizza was fantastic, deep-dish Chicago pizza, two inches thick, with the cheese just dripping off it. "I can't eat another bite," I said, after about a slice and a half. "Can you believe it?" "I'm proud of you, Jessica. You've really changed things around, haven't you?" He grinned. "Yeah, and I feel so much better now. I like myself a lot better, too. I don't feel like I have to hide anymore. I don't worry what people are thinking or saying about me behind my back." "You shouldn't worry about other people anyway," he said. "You were always the same person inside and if people couldn't see that, then it's their loss they never got to know you. Fuck ‘em, that's my motto," he said with a smile. "You're a sweetie," I said. "Do you want some of this tiramisu? I can only eat a couple of bites, but it's really good. I'd hate to waste it." He shook his head, making a face. "Don't think it would go with the beer," he said, raising his bottle. We didn't talk about what we had shared until we were so tired we knew it was time to go to bed. As we lay side by side under the covers, I summoned my courage and asked him if it had been good for him, too. "Of course, silly goose," he answered, turning toward me and laughing. "I don't dislike sex with women, you know, I just prefer men. It's been a long time since I was with a woman," he mused, "Over ten years ago." "Well I'm glad I wasn't a complete turn-off for you," I countered, giggling with him. "No, dear, you were anything but that. As a matter of fact…" He took my hand and placed it on his cock, which was about half-hard. It twitched at my touch. I laughed out loud at him then but began lightly stroking him through his boxers with my fingertips. His cock responded and got fully hard, thick and ready. He shuddered as my hand encircled him. "I may be getting old but I'm not dead yet," he said. "Oh, yeah, you're so old at thirty-two, Methuselah," I couldn't resist teasing him. He often made silly little comments about his advancing age. My hand reached into the waistband of his boxers to feel the silky skin of his erection. This time he didn't stop me as my lips lowered to taste of him. The next hour we spent leisurely making love. We both knew this might be the first and last time we ever met in person. Without any hesitation he spread himself to me and let me explore him the way my husband never would. Twining my first two fingers together, I dabbed on some lube and slid them up his tight ass. Curiously I wiggled them and watched his eyes roll back in pleasure. It was so smooth… slick but not wet. When his muscles rippled around my fingers, accepting me, I understood the fascination with this forbidden passage. Gently he showed me where to find his prostate… watching his eyes as I stroked it was thrilling, knowing I could be inside him and bring him such pleasure. It saddened me that my husband would never know it, but I wasn't thinking of him now. When Andrew and I finally did sleep, we snuggled together, satisfied and content. * * * The next morning I put him in a cab headed toward O'Hare. I was going to stay on a few more days to meet my sister for a long weekend of shopping. A celebration of my new body. I had planned it this way so I wouldn't have to rush right home. I needed time to digest what I had done. I don't know what last night had meant to him, if anything, but for me it was more the solidification of our friendship than the promised payoff of a challenge. That he had been willing to give of himself like he did made him even more special to me, if that were possible. What we shared would always hold a special place in my heart. I just hoped the memories would be enough to sustain me when I went back to my boring, unimaginative life. As I greeted Ann later in the day, my mind was already racing ahead to the day I returned home, wondering what I would find in my inbox. THE END The Challenge In my second year at Uni I was going out with a very cute Irish guy, Shaun. Incredibly good looking, incredibly good fun, he was a laugh from dawn till dusk...and pretty good fun from dusk till dawn. He lived with about 30 others in a three large Victorian houses which had been knocked into one by a forward-thinking developer. The property now consisted of a number of single and double apartments with en-suite facilities. The house also had a number of communal kitchens and living areas. The first time he took me back to the house I enjoyed what was a great atmosphere in the house. Everyone knew each other and it became obvious that life was one big party. It was certainly informal. I remember my first visit – to pick Shaun up before we went off for our first weekend away. I knocked on the door and was met by a short, blonde girl who wore nothing except a gold chain around her neck. She seemed entirely unflustered as she escorted me through a labyrinth of rooms to find Shauns. He was clearly less ready than I was as he had just showered and was applying talc liberally to his body. I helped with the talc, especially in the areas I though he might need it most but I resisted the (rather large) temptation to get into bed and have my wicked way with him. I asked him about the blonde and he seemed surprised at my curiosity. He told me that many of the people in the house went about naked. He said if I were there on a Saturday or Sunday, they tended to have some wild parties. "How wild?" I asked, perhaps a little too eager to hear more. He looked at me and smiled. "Well, the guys here don't always go to bed first before having sex!" "What, like an orgy?" I uttered, quite amazed at the thought of it. "Yes, I suppose so. We don't get too hung up about it. We are watching the guys tomorrow." I didn't understand. "Watching what guys?" I asked. He explained that two gay guys lived in one of the apartments and would be giving a "show" on Sunday night. I was amazed. "Live sex?" He laughed at me and hugged me. I was told I would have to wait till Sunday. Sunday came all too quickly. We were meeting his sister who was over from Dublin for work and had a great hotel suite. She invited her brother to stay – I was to be the surprise. We all hit it off quite well, and Shaun and I enjoyed a little luxury as we shagged ourselves silly in a king sized bed. His sister was pretty easy going and didn't seem to mind giving up her bed for a large sofa, nor for having to listen to little brother fuck my ass off all night. I got the impression that she was getting quite horny and I thought I heard her masturbate once or twice. On Sunday morning she was first in the shower, and we took the opportunity for some delicious oral sex. We were in the middle of a lovely 69 with me on top of him, sucking on his lovely cock, when I felt her sit on the bed and exclaim, in her lovely lilting Irish accent, "Well look at the two of yer. You'd think you'd done enough of that last night!" We stopped abruptly, but she encouraged us on with "Go on. Finish my little brother off, why don't you." Instead of going back to the bathroom, she stayed where she was and watched us. She opened her robe and began fingering herself, and I could see her lovely pussy out of the corner of my eye. Her obvious excitement made me excited too and I was soon enjoying a very strong orgasm with Shaun's tongue lapping at my engorged clit. He, too, started to cum and I swallowed his creamy jizz. I lay back on the bed and we both watched as his sister began to moan with her own orgasm. We looked at each other as she continued frigging herself. Suddenly Shaun moved forward between her legs. Opening her lovely white legs he bent his head towards her sex. She released her finger and his tongue quickly located her clit. I watched entranced as he skilfully brought her off with his mouth and fingers deep inside her wet, hot cunt. As she climaxed I also bent forward and lightly suckled one of her nipples inside my mouth. She couldn't take much more of us and she pushed us both away. "You two made me so horny last night, I needed that" she panted. We all kissed and I began to wonder if Shaun and her sister had enjoyed the forbidden fruits before. She returned my earlier favour, by starting to gently lick my nipples and I once again grew horny and wet. As she sucked my breasts, her hand had grabbed hold of Shaun's cock, which she was rubbing to another erection. She looked up at me and asked if he could fuck her. I nodded and without another word, he pulled her onto all fours and positioned himself behind her. He slid his cock up and down her wet, slick cunt before he pistoned it inside her in one smooth motion. "Lay here" she indicated to me, and I moved so that she could lick my pussy as she was fucked by her brother. It was so erotic, although I didn't cum again. I certainly felt the orgasms of Shaun and his sister. As he pulled out they both seemed to collapse back onto the bed, and she circled to take his cock into her mouth and clean him up. She made her way unsteadily to the shower and Shaun cuddled me. We both said goodbye to his sister later that day and we made our way back to Shaun's digs. I had forgotten the treat in store for me, and when we arrived back at 9 the party was in full swing. We got a drink and made our way to the biggest of the communal lounges where we sat on the floor. Already I could see some pretty heavy petting. The music was suddenly turned down and some guy I didn't know introduced the two gays. They arrived in silk robes, a bit like boxers, I thought. Both kissed each other deeply, and started to remove their robes. They were naked underneath and looked fit and tanned all over. One walked around the room offering his flaccid cock to the girls to see if any could get any life from it. A couple of them even tried with their mouths, but to no avail, if not much laughter. When he returned to his boyfriend, they kissed again and his cock visibly swelled. His friend then knelt and took his cock deep into his throat. His cock was as firm as an iron rod, and was being taken deeper than I have ever seen into his mouth. He gyrated his hips, fucking the other mans mouth. His hairless balls slapped against his chin as he forced his cock deeper and deeper, with no apparent concern from his friend. The cheers as he pumped his cock inside the man's throat grew into a great roar when he started to ejaculate fiercely over his face. His face seemed to be covered as wave after wave hit his face. I thought the fun was over, but the men now moved so that one was lying on his back on the floor. He swung his legs high in the air, back towards his head. Holding his arms back he raised his backside off the floor. The other then reached for something and before I realised what it was, a tube of KY jelly had been produced. He coated his cock with the lubricating gel and knelt down. He started squeezing the tube onto the guy's ass, and with his finger started to work it inside his hole. I couldn't see exactly what was happening but it didn't need too much imagination. After a few minutes, he grabbed hold of his cock, placed it against his ass hole and slowly entered him. The man on the floor allowed his legs to rest on the others shoulders and he started to fuck his ass. He got faster and faster and harder as he began to fuck him. The crowd seemed to love it and cheered him on as he reached a quick climax. Pulling out at the crucial moment allowed us to see a stream of semen arch across the guys belly. A thunderous round of applause followed them as they left, presumably to clean up. Shaun went to get some drinks and as I surveyed the room, I noticed a distinct increase in sexual activity in the room. A couple of blow jobs were being administered on the various sofas around the corners of the room. The same guy who introduced the gays was back on the floor announcing that they would follow with the "usual Sunday night challenge". He asked for volunteers and when none materialised, he started looking for candidates. It was clear he was looking for girls! Shaun arrived back and I asked him what was going on. He suddenly realised and looked at me and said "Hey - you'd win easily!" I asked him what on earth he was talking about and he explained about the blowjob challenge between two (or more) women. The challenge is simply to make 4 guys cum with your mouth the quickest. I laughed at him. I stopped laughing when he said there was a whip round and usually the winner made £100. I was, it had to be said, totally broke. The weekend had plunged me further into debt and a £100 was a lot in those far off days. I pressed Shaun for more details. As he explained, a loud roar erupted as the first girl was persuaded to enter the contest. I was next! I was given 10 minutes to change into whatever I wanted. I didn't have a lot there, so I took off everything except my frilly bra and pants. When I re-entered the room (wearing Shaun's dressing gown) the guys who were willing (and there were two who weren't) were waiting for the selection. I lost the toss, so had to go last. My opponent was a tall, skinny girl with long jet black hair. She had more than a little East European about her. She looked quite attractive if a little harsh. She surveyed the waiting men. I had discussed tactics with Shaun and we had decided that he would be one of the selections. The others would come from the pool and I would try to find sober guys who were likely to come quickly. We were to pick four each and had to blow them one after the other in whichever order we wanted. Only when one had cum could we move to the next. Two large sofas had been moved side by side to accommodate the entrants. We were expected to move from the centre outwards as we progressed. Her first choice was a big shock. Shaun! We couldn't do anything about it – she had won the toss and had first pick of the pool. I picked a quiet looking guy who looked as if he hadn't cum in a month. We continued in this fashion, and I took some heart that she seemed influenced by the loud-mouthed cries of the drunks. The guys selected took off their trousers and pants. All seemed to be in some erect or partially erect state. We were both wearing robes. She took hers off to reveal her slender naked body – not quite so curvy as me, but still very attractive. I hoped that my fuller figure and the lacy underwear would assist my performance. We both knelt at the first guy on our "team". She had placed Shaun third. I wasn't sure why she'd picked him, but I hoped that he could hold on long enough for me to win. The crowds seemed to be very close around us all trying for a better look. The MC started us both on the "suckathon". We both dived forward and took our first cocks into our mouths. I tried to keep my eyes on my first guy, but I couldn't help a look to my left to compare her technique with my own. I tried to take him as deep as I could. Fingers weren't allowed so I was unable to massage his hairy balls or rub the crack of his ass as I like. I don't know how long I was going but I could feel a stiffening in my guys cock. As I was feeling that I could get out in front, I heard the cheers that told me I was behind. A quick look around showed me that the first guy had shot his load in and around her mouth. She had already shifted to the second guy, and my guy now seemed to be losing his erection. I looked at his face and I took him deeper into my mouth and throat and I tried to increase my tempo. It seemed like ages, but all of a sudden he was coming and I breathed a sigh of relief as I moved to number two. He was a tall guy with a long but thin cock. He seemed very erect and quite excited by my performance next door. I was hopeful that I could regain some of the lost ground. However, I had only bobbed my head a couple of times when the shouts and unmistakeable sounds of a second orgasm for my opponent reached my ears. I didn't look around. I knew she would be starting to suck Shaun. I concentrated on my thin cock and looking at quite a nice guy in his eyes. I don't quite know how but he started cumming seconds later and I was sure I could still win. I had started on my third cock – a fatter but shorter variety with very pronounced veins. I had sucked him deep into my mouth when I noticed my jaw aching quite badly. I summoned up the strength to carry on but was immediately dealt a killer blow when I heard the screams as Shaun had cum in my opponent's mouth. I thought "how could you?" But I had little time to spare. The situation was getting desperate. I doubled my speed on his cock, wrapping my tongue around his meat. It seemed to do the trick as I suddenly felt his balls tighten and a wad of his sperm hit the back of my throat. I took a gulp of water and moved to my last. A quick glance at my left showed me that she seemed to be tiring. I also felt that he was the drunkest of the eight guys – I still had a chance. My cock, on the other hand was already wet with precum. My heart missed a beat as I really thought I might win. I licked his cock from his tip to his balls, then back again. I circled his mushroom head with my tongue and then opened my lips and took him into my warm wet mouth. Once again my jaw ached like hell. I felt that I needed just a minute to make him cum. I increased the tempo as I regained my "bobbing rhythm". I looked at him. My eyes fixed on his. Then his head went back and I released his cock and felt the first wave of his creamy cum hit my nose and I took his load onto my face and breast and bra. A quick look around showed me that her last guy was struggling to keep his cock erect. The cheers were ringing out as I finally took a large gulp of water and I fell to the ground exhausted. Shaun hugged me and kissed me, forgetting my face was covered in other men's sperm. He didn't seem to mind. I thought that my jaw was broken. A cloth was fetched with which I wiped away the cum on my face. The other girl had finally given up on her last guy and she slumped to the carpet, also exhausted. As everyone congratulated me I went to her and put my arm around her neck. She looked at me and smiled. I forgave her for sucking my boyfriend and we kissed and I licked off some of the cum from her face. All of a sudden I was pulled from the floor and laid on the sofa, now vacated by my "team". My panties were removed and the guys took turns to go between my legs and lick me. They each had their own technique and I enjoyed the feeling of being "crowned" the "queen of the blow jobs". The collection was over £135 and I enjoyed winning it. Almost as much, I enjoyed being the centre of attention, and exhibiting myself for a grateful, avid audience. I drank some more red wine, and enjoyed being the centre of attention for the night. Well after 2am, Shaun led me to bed. We cuddled close and I whispered "No more blow jobs tonight!" The Challenge After The Match All four players after they where led off the court after presenting Jill and Tony with the cup that had held She's penalty. Tony had removed his jock to " just be one of the gang" prior to accepting the trophy. Afterwards they headed for the shower. Play-Mate had just one, very plush, shower facility. After all Sheila had been told this was Play-Mate, they had a reputation to think of. Men and women shared both shower as well as dressing room. Any thing else would be no fun at all they where told. A warm shower seemed just what the doctor ordered Sheila thought as she let the water cascade down over her body. She was a little startled when Bob spoke from right next to her. Asking if she wanted her back washed. Just a glance confirmed Bob wanted more than to just wash her back. " Sure but only if I can return the favor." Bob was obviously pleased, judging by the addition hardening of his penis. Sheila turned her back and pulled her hair forward over her shoulder. Bob's touch as he started to rub her back displayed that he was also nervous as well as horny but as he got into his work his touch was firmer and the feeling on her skin was overpowering his initial nervousness as he started to reach a little further forward to graze the edge of her breast. " My turn! Turn around Bob " Sheila said as she turned Bob complied but looked pained at being stopped just as he was starting on the "interesting parts'. Sheila squirted a little soap in her hand and started to wash his back in a very workman like fashion. Bob at first tense began to relax after a minute or so. Running her hands over Bob's back aroused her in an instant. As she worked her way down his back to his butt Sheila could feel his tension rising as did her passion. She allowed her tits to lightly brush his soapy back as she washed. As she ran her hand down over his buttocks. Bob let out a soft moan. His moan grew as Sheila began to run her right hand up and down the crack of his ass while holding her left lightly on his hip. Bob almost collapsed as Sheila gently rubbed her fingers over his ass hole. The experience was totally unique for both Sheila and Bob. She was the man her fingers playing over his ass hole as a man would play with her pussy. Sheila wantonly began to rub her breasts over Bob's back but kept her hand firmly on his hip to keep him facing away from her. She could see Bob's stiffly erect cock from her angle and knew she would be feeling it in her but not yet. As she ran her hand up and down Bob's crack in his ass Sheila gently eased her finger into Bob's ass hole. For a brief moment Bob tensed and Sheila started to with draw her finger but Bob moaned and leaned back into her and pulling the cheeks of his ass apart to give her unrestricted access to his anus. As Sheila began to slowly shove her finger fully up Bob's ass he began to grind his butt into her hand " fucking " her finger. The soap had provided an excellent lubricant. As Sheila began pumping her finger in and out of Bob's hole Bob's breathing became erratic. Sheila continued to rub her breast against Bob as well as rub her bare pussy up and down his leg. The feeling of the hair on his legs against her shaved pussy quickly brought to the edge. Sheila slid around to his side but refused to allow Bob to touch her or himself with his hands. Sheila began working her hand in ever faster motion. Ramming her finger all the way in and then bringing it almost all the way out. Bob began to moan his cock oozed his pre-emission, a glistening drop at the tip of his penis. Sheila ground her pussy harder against Bobs leg his course hair against her shaved pussy bringing her to the edge. With a groan Bob came. Sheila had never watched a man come. As he shot his load of hot white come Sheila grabbed his cock with her free hand and milked it. Pulling with long full strokes cupping the tip of his still gushing peter and using his own come as a lubricant. Sheila could feel her on love juices dripping down Bobs leg as she continued to knead her pussy on his leg. Bobs cock oozed out the last of his load into her hand, now full of come. Sheila had given her boy friends hand jobs before but had always had them come in to space or into a towel but had always somewhat avoided getting on her. She liked the feeling of a lover coming in her but she had always felt a little slimy out side of her. This too had changed. She took the come and began to rub the white load over her breasts and down her stomach. The feeling was unbelievably sensual. Chapter 13 " Sorry to interrupt." Grace was her elbow with a smile on her face. " Watching you two through the mirror Jon "came" upon an idea for you and Jill. I'm afraid you'll just have to "come" as you are." Sheila had almost thought it was impossible given the last few days but she again felt a full "body" blush. " You mean you where watching us? " " Oh much more than that my darling. Jon had us run a video tape, of course, but when things got so interesting we had it tapped into the instant replay monitors. "Everybody" loved it." Grace added with a lusty chuckle. "What do you mean, "come" as you are?" Sheila asked. "Just that, follow me you can shower and dress later. For now we go back to the court. I think the "volunteers" we rounded up should be more than ready." Sheila followed Grace out of the locker room to the courts. The stands where still packed and as she appeared they almost as one unit rose to their feet wildly applauding. Twenty five or thirty young men stood milling around the side line. Grace led Sheila to just in front of the awards stand and then went to the microphone. "Ladies and gentlemen as you are all aware we received quite a bit more than we bargained for in our little post game show. I assure you that like all of our events it was quite spontaneous. Sheila has been a real sport and we have tried to find ways to please her as well as ourselves through the last several days. We have also tried to do our best to be reflexive of both Sheila's mood and yours." "Sheila seems to be quite fond of the feel of a little come...So we've decided that with the help of our eager volunteers, to oblige her." It took just a split second for Grace's declaration to hit both Sheila and the crowd. "Gentlemen, if you will please get ready as discussed." Immediately the young men began disrobing any embarrassment they may have felt, over powered by their desire and the sight of their target. Some men stood by with eager lecherous looks, others now that they where nude where unsure what to do with their hands. Grace quickly took charge. Sheila could not believe what was going on. A horde of very horny men soon had her surrounded. Throbbing penises pointed at her from every direction. She had been neatly trapped by her own actions. But shit everywhere she looked a cock stared at her. The men had crammed in around her on all sides. Including above and behind her from the award stand. "Alright gentlemen, go to it." Grace demanded. Almost instantly a hot stream of come shot against her hip. Some one was apparently more than ready. Sheila felt disconcerted she in one way felt humiliated but the arousal that had been cut short when interrupted came back with a rush. Not any one thing but a combination of many. The sight of the lascivious stares of the men. The spectacle of close too thirty men jerking off. The cameras catching it all, the crowd every thing combined was incredible. The men had been strictly informed that they where not to touch her. This also added a surreal dimension to the scene. Within a minute virtually non stop streams of hot sperm discharged from almost every direction. Grace was calling to Sheila telling her to turn every now and then to "spread the wealth" those in position to do so tried in particular to shoot their loads at her pussy, ass and for those on the platform the prime targets where her breasts and face. Jets of warm sperm plummeted her body her back, her hair as well. White creamy come clung to Sheila's body dripping slowly. Sheila's hands ran feverishly over herself. She at first had felt repulsed now all she wanted was more. Her sense of frustration also mounted. She was so close to the edge but hung on the edge. She frantically ran her hands over her body kneading her aching pussy. She was over the top, coming with a impact that brought her to her knees. She barely felt the last few men release their loads on her.