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The Real Thing

By: dchatterly



A story written back in 1999, but I suppose never really finished due to boredom setting in. As you can probably tell I finished it rather suddenly and abruptly. I hope you don't mind that I've decided to submit it after all...I just lost my way, that's all.

1

It was August the twelfth, 6 days before my wedding day. I sat with Tom, my best friend and soon to be best man. He inquired as to what arrangements could be made for my bachelor party. But I was unsure, telling him it wasn't important to me. We had been sat sipping beer for the most part of the afternoon. 

"So how's your sex life with Jane then?" he asked. "You know Alan," his eyes raised in an almost caricature manner, "she really is very hot - really." 

Jane was my fiancée, and he was correct in his observation; she was `hot'. I had known her at that point for only four months, but from the first moment I saw her I knew I wanted her as my wife. We were introduced to each other at a Church fete that I was forced to attend by my community-spirited parents. I had spotted her before our introduction, watching over a stall that sold clothes for some greedy charity. Despite her choice of clothing on that day being far from flattering - but perfect for a church event - I could see she possessed a slender yet curved body, carefully concealed. And her apparent shyness upon meeting furthered my interest; her sidelong glances bolstering my own confidence, which is normally my downfall in these situations. Her family had recently moved into the area and had become friends with my parents through `churchy' activities. Our meeting started with a simple handshake but the day ended with me attempting clumsily to ask her out on a date - which to my surprise she accepted. 

"Well, we haven't gone all the way,” I told him with slight hesitation brought on by how personal the conversation was becoming. "I thought I would leave that until after the wedding." To be truthful, this hadn't been through choice - both of us came from very religious families and during out short courtship had never gotten the opportunity to try out what normal young couples take for granted. "We've done a lot of other stuff though," I lied, trying to regain some credibility in the `macho' stakes. He smiled, as if waiting for all the details, but I sipped on a beer in silence. 

Tom had a different perspective of things; although we had grown up together, he'd gone off to college whilst I'd opted to go into the family business of selling lawnmowers. Throughout our childhood we had shared about everything there is to share and had been as close as any two boys could be all from an early age. I was devastated when our paths ran different courses 

The times when Tom came home from college his conversation was constantly about the girls he bedded and the wild parties he'd graced with his presence. He'd changed; whilst I had remained quite innocent when it came to all the subjects he preferred broadcasting about. Still we remained friends - good friends - I looked up to his worldly-wise attitude and envied his countless stories of women and more women. 

"So you're going to wait until the big night then?" Tom proceeded to ask, unperturbed by my choice to remain silent. I wasn't sure if it was a statement or a question. "Think you'll be up to it?" Well that was a question, but I continued to sip my bottle of beer and refrain from a retort. "Come on now Alan," he went on. "We both know that the only time you've ever done it was with that tart at your 21st. Now that was 2 years ago." Tom was correct; my first and only time had been at my 21st Birthday party with a well-known local girl - and she wasn't well known for her good manners. 

"Yea maybe so," I replied. "But what's that got to do with it." 

"Well don't you think that maybe your lack of practice will be pretty obvious?" 

"I don't think that matters Tom. We can't all be as well travelled as you." I looked at him distastefully. "Don't worry about me." 

"Ah but I do Alan," he gave me a huge smile. "I have your best interests at heart." 

I gave him a look that screamed `shut up' and opened another bottle of beer. 

"Well if you don't want to talk about it then never mind." 

"What exactly are you saying then Tom?" I said, suddenly interested in what pearls of wisdom he may have to offer. 

"Put it this way, " he replied. "Do you wank a lot?" 

This wasn't a conversation I would normally wish to continue; I put it down to the effects of the alcohol and my own nervousness about the week ahead that I chose to humour him. 

"A few times a week I guess." I laughed to conceal embarrassment and lighten the response. 

"Come on Alan, don't get embarrassed," He had seen through my nervous laugh. "Hey I wank all the time. I am the world's number one wanker. What else are hands for?" 

My laugh this time was more confident. "I've known that for years Tom." 

"So how long does it normally take you to cum when you do it?" 

"For fucks sake Tom, shut up." 

"No come on, tell me, I'm trying to give you some advice here." 

I did wonder exactly what kind of advice he was trying to impart. "What do you mean?" 

"Do you go in for a quick-finger-fumble, or do you make it a bit more exotic than that?" 

"I try not to let it rule my life," I told him. 

"So it's just a routine get-it-out-of-the-way kind of thing then?" 

"I guess it is. A few minutes, a few tugs and hell, Bob's your uncle." 

"Well there's your first problem mate." 

"Please get to your point here Tom." I said. "What in hell are you on about?" 

"Right, " he sunk the remains of his latest beer bottle and laid it down at his feet. "If you're used to a quick wank then when it comes to having the real thing you'll be finished in a matter of seconds." He looked at me for a response. "You see sex is a bit more overwhelming than wanking. As soon as you enter that velvety cushion between her legs, it'll be too much for you to hold onto and you'll just let go, and Bob will be a very embarrassed uncle - if you get my drift" 

I had to admit he did have a point. I had read in problem-pages of men suffering premature ejaculation, and my one and only encounter after turning twenty one had been exceptionally brief - I had actually cum as soon as my over eager cock had touched that velvety area that Tom spoke of. I had put it down to being first time nerves and had never dwelled upon it - in fact it was one memory that was a favourite to draw upon when going through the short lived motion of pulling myself off behind the locked bathroom door or beneath the crusty sheets of my single bed. 

"Yea well,” I felt I should offer some kind of response. "Let me worry about that when and if it happens." I smiled at him, dismissing the apprehension he was throwing my way. 

"It will happen Alan; I can assure you of that." 

"Well I've got six days to get it right and maybe prolong those wanks a bit." I tried to once again make light of what was rapidly becoming a sombre analysis of a sex life that hadn't even begun yet. But admittedly, as we spoke, I was developing a nervousness inside that I knew was a result of a fear that I, and I'm sure like many men - try to keep held at a deeply subconscious area. I was always of the understanding that the more you thought about these things then the worse they became - anxiety breeding anxiety and all that. 

"There's more to it than that Alan," he said, ignoring my attempt to alter the mood. "You'll never change what you've inadvertently trained your body to accept for all these years. Maybe if you had the next six days in bed with some understanding wench who didn't mind your ups and downs." He grinned and shook his head. "But those babes are hard to find, and what with your track record, I'm afraid, well." He cast his eyes downwards. 

"I think Jane will be understanding and accept things as they are, if there is a problem. But I think I will be alright-on-the-night." I suppose I was trying to convince myself with this response, but the troubling thought was still ominously present. 

"Yea mate, I'm sure Jane will be very understanding, but as she's a bit short of experience herself, she'll never be able to help you sort it out. I guarantee it. You need to start as you mean to go on." 

There was some sense in what he was saying, but it was hardly a topic I thought we should have been discussing, a bit more personal than I was used to. But the drink was taking effect. And yes, Jane was still a virgin - and here was I in charge of the responsibility to ensure she had a memorable first time. The pressure was well and truly on. Here was a guy I had always looked up to convincing me that I had a sexual related problem even before I had tried it out. Was he right? The question was reeling around my head. 

A silence ensued around us, but the casual sipping of beer continued. "I want to get this right," I stated, wanting him now to offer me some potential solutions; seeing his offer of advice as at least a starting point in alleviating my growing disquietude. 

"I can maybe help you out mate," he told me right on cue. "This might sound a bit weird, but keep with me." Once again he downed his latest bottle, a sure sign he was ready for a stream of words, hopefully helpful ones. He clasped both his hands out front. "Right, he began. "The problem is your lack of real sex. You have to get used to the feel of a cunt clamped around you." I was surprised by his phrasing of the words but continued to listen. "Once you're used to it, you'll have no problem whatsoever." He cleared his throat. "But we don't have any available females who would willingly serve as your practice doll, so." He paused, letting me wait, upping my curiosity. "Here's the solution; we get a doll and you do it with that as many times as required." 

"What?" It's not that I hadn't heard or understood what he'd meant, but I felt it necessary to shout out `what'. What else could I shout? 

"I've seen them before, my room mate when I was at college used to have one. It was very realistic. Seriously." 

I couldn't disagree, it was a sound idea in theory, but in that instant I dismissed it as a bit extreme. I shook my head slowly. "I don't think so mate," I told him, "I couldn't shag a rubber doll - no way." 

"Come on Alan, lots of guys use them, I can even get one for you; save you the embarrassment." 

He gave me a serious look, which helped. I was half expecting him to bust out laughing, so I waited him out for a moment, tried a hysterical laugh myself then joined him with my own serious look. The look lingered; I laughed again then nodded very slowly. "Right then mate, you present me with the doll and I'll give it a try." 

2

The next morning, my sore head kind of dulled the memory of my conversation with Tom. I awoke with an erection, and it was only when I began the process of pulling it up and down that I recalled my agreement with him to have a go with a rubber doll. As I curled my fingers tighter around my tool, the thought actually got me quite worked up. I had no idea why this was, but a few rapid tugs and I felt the hot flesh in my hand pulsate and let go a tiny torrent of fluid onto the underside of my duvet. Oh hell, I remembered; this was exactly why I was to use the doll - to stop this happening so damn quickly. I felt guilty, or maybe annoyed that, despite my conversation with Tom; I had started off so badly with my self-control. Roll on the doll, I thought, roll on the doll. 

Tom didn't let me down either, that evening he visited me with a plain brown cardboard box under one arm. The usual pleasantries were swapped between us, the mysterious box, unopened, was abandoned on my bed. 

It was me who broached the subject first. "So what's in the box?" He smiled brightly, I think glad that I had remembered. "Is that what we were talking about last night?" 

"Told you I wouldn't let you down," he crooned. "So have you wanked today?" 

"No," I lied. Truth was I had only knocked off the one, but I couldn't admit it now. Although tempted when I came home from work, I had curbed the craving and promised to save myself until I found out if Tom remembered his promise. He definitely had. 

"Good man, `cause that's important." He gave me a wink. "So, do you want to meet her?" 

I laughed out loud. "Do you really think this will work?" He never replied, just grabbed the box from the bed and opened the folded lid. 

"Well get me a foot pump then," he called out before revealing the contents. 

I busied myself under the bed, reaching to the far side where I kept my football pump. 

"This is Mandy, apparently." Tom now said, looking at the flesh coloured item still half concealed by the box. "Maybe you shouldn't see her like this." He proceeded to stuff Mandy back in her box, looking at me with a sly smile. "Give me the pump and leave the room for a few minutes." He waited. "Go on then," he yelled. 

I handed him the small foot-pump and exited my bedroom. The only place to go was the bathroom. I viewed my face in the brightly-lit mirror. The anticipation was profound; my heartbeat was significantly raised, but the strangeness of the situation didn't strike as I knew it should have. I knew I wouldn't be able to pee; my cock was rock hard. 

A light-knock on the door and Tom's voice whispering through the crack; "Mandy's ready." 

The bolt on the door snapped back loudly. I was face to face with Tom in the hallway outside. "Listen man,” I told him. "Do you think we could grab a few beers before I go back to the bedroom?" 

"Sure mate," he responded, as any friend would or should in a situation such as. 

I didn't bother telling my parents we were outward bound; thinking that seeing them would spoil the whole scenario. We lived in a large house, where, thankfully, I could come and go as I pleased without noise of my departure echoing into the midst of my mum and dads haunts. 

The bar across the road was busy, even for a Saturday night. We chose to sit in the lounge area, where the art of conversation was being practiced by a few familiar, but mostly unfamiliar faces. 

"So are you screwing anybody right now?" was the first question I opted to ask Tom. 

"You know, he replied, "that girl Samantha." 

"Wow, you still seeing her?" 

"Her and about three others," he swooned. 

He began to recount tales of recent conquests - the more he told me, the more I wanted to know - but all the time Mandy was in the back of my mind. "So what the hell do all these girls see in you?" 

"I've got a ten inch dick." He remarked casually. Growing up I had often seen Tom in the shower and knew he was the proud possessor of an organ not to be ashamed of - but ten inches - I had to doubt it. "Have you hell, " I told him. I've seen it - it's not that big." 

"Ah but my friend," he went on, "you've never seen it hard. I hope" We both laughed at this, but I suddenly saw my friend in a different light. 

"Well I better not divulge the length of mine then," I told him. 

"Come on mate, we're friends. I've told you mine." I wasn't suitably prepared to avoid answering him on this, but I reminded myself that our newly found openness could be a good thing to keep going - especially with his gesture of the doll. 

"About five inches on a good day." I said under my breath. 

He raised both hands out front. "Ah so what" was the extent of his response. 

Tom continued his bed time tales until we'd sunk over six bottles of beer. The evening was good; talking this way was new and such a refreshing change form lawn mowers. 

"Tell you what, " he said. "You go over the road and see what's under your duvet. I'll wait here until you return after ridding Mandy of her plastic hymen." I had to laugh at this; I laughed and nodded at the same time. Now I was eager to begin. 

I thought it best to keep the light off when I went back through my bedroom door. Standing in the darkness, looking over towards where my bed lay, I realised my hands were sweating. Maybe if it hadn't been for the alcohol recently added to my body chemistry I would have changed my mind about going through with whatever it was I was going to go through with. But Mandy beckoned. In my head I dismissed the fact I was going to discover a plastic woman in my bed - she became real (still Mandy though - the name had grown on me). I slowly shed my clothes and tiptoed across the room so as not to wake her. 

Under the duvet it was cold, but I discovered I was not alone as my side touched what was there. I allowed one finger to trace the shape of what my side was in contact with. This gave nothing away - nothing abnormal sprung to mind - it felt pleasant to touch - so far so good. My hands got a bit bolder, palms down easing over the surface - meeting the shape of a well-developed breast. Its peak revealed a nipple, which I tweaked as any man would. Then over this surface to a second breast - equally sized, equally pleasing to touch. 

Hair brushed my brow as I cuddled in closer, soft and tickly. I planted a gentle kiss on the area where I felt the hair. There was no returned kiss, but instinct allowed me to continue with my mouth moving to where a mouth would anatomically be located. Slightly shocked to discover the outline of lips - abnormally open wide - but so they would be if a deep-kiss were being reciprocated. My mouth took this as a welcoming gesture and opened in response to kiss. My lips were now wrapped around a cavity, my nose finding a nose exactly where a nose should be. The cavity required a tongue to explore the hollowness - I obliged, encircling it around the circumference, pressing in harder and closer. I slowly and skilfully manoeuvred myself half on top of the motionless object of my attention. The stiffness of my cock against my mattress began to make me feel the beginnings of a familiar arousal pattern. Whereas usually I would reach down, grasp it and rub furiously, this time I knew my luck was in. I had to find out where I was going - so a single finger went on an exploratory assignment to get my bearings. It poked between another area of soft hair, probably a bit clumsily, but hey this was no mission of mercy. A bit of extra force by the coming together of a few more fingers and I had found an opening. There was a different feel to this cavity - a waxy-like texture - allowing an ease of movement. I upped the motion, thinking I might as well practice this part as well - even warmer now, the friction was causing heat and…...fuck my cock was hard and straining now. I helped myself to some more free movement, letting my knees take the strain as I began to position the lower part of my body over the shape that was now almost completely under me. My free hand forced apart the legs and I dragged my cock over and atop the opening. But just as I pulled back to gain a position in which to plunge, my internal anal muscles twitched and I felt the climatic surge of semen outpouring from the tip of my raised cock. I had cum. Shit! Shit! Shit! I had cum. 

Lying very still, I waited until my breathing took on a normal tempo. I was still on top of Mandy only I felt stickiness between us; from the end of my troubled penis - appending to her very own pubic area where earlier I had stroked the soft downy hair. Oops. I felt myself blushing and almost blurted out an apology before remembering that Tom would be waiting for my return. Should I lie to him? Should I tell him that I damn well prematurely ejaculated with a rubber doll? It seemed that I needed more help than I imagined. I didn't want to suffer this same short-lived fate on the night of my wedding to Jane. I would have to tell him. 

I flung my clothes back on; still keeping the light switched off. I couldn't bear to face the female I had just let down so badly. Mandy lay, as ever, motionless, but as my eyes were now well adjusted to the dark, I could just make out her outline naked on my bed. She looked every inch a fine female form; the dark outline of her gravity defying breasts would be the envy of many women I was sure. 


The Real Thing



Laura cried out. Her voice echoed out into the darkness. Apart from her groaning, the only noises that could be heard were the grunting of the man behind her and the slapping of his balls against her body as he screwed her relentlessly. Over and over again his massive cock thudded into her pussy as he fucked her, her boobs hanging down in front of her and swinging with each time her partner's cock rammed into her body.

With one hand supporting her body, Laura's other hand reached down between her legs, gliding over her shaven pussy and teasing her clit as she was fucked continuously. Over and over again, the massive cock pierced her body, the feelings of every inch sliding in and out of her soaking wet pussy was sending her over the edge. Faster she played with herself, bringing her closer and closer to cumming.

Laura opened her eyes to see her bedroom ceiling as she continued to play with herself, her fantasy almost reaching its peak. The vibrator inside of her was never the same as the cock she fantasised but it was all she had. One hand stroked her clit while her other pinched her nipples. She could feel the end as it approached, sucking in her bottom lip to stop herself crying out.

Her breathing quickened as her fingers did, the ecstasy beginning. Suddenly she froze as she squeezed her eyes shut. Her orgasm blew through her. With each second the pleasure grew more intense as she came, her head throbbing. Slowly, the feeling left her. Her mind cleared and she opened her eyes. Once again she could see her ceiling, the moment gone she pulled the vibrator out of her body and turned it off. Putting it away, she let her eyes close as she slowly drifted off to sleep.

Laura awoke the next morning to the sound to her alarm. The harsh piercing sound made her wake up almost instantly. Sighing, she put on her dressing gown and went into the bathroom. She turned on the shower's taps and stripped, looking at herself in the mirror. 30 years old, 14 stone, long hair, single mother. It had been a long time since she had felt attractive and even longer since she had a man in her life.

It had been a lot easier when she was younger of course. When she was 18, men would fall at her feet, begging for just a look from her. Back when she was attractive. She was sure that no man would find her attractive now. Not since Abby had been born. She was 11 this year and she was just starting to go to a new school. It was why she had gotten up so early this morning. Stepping into the shower, she felt the water run along her body.

She took the shower gel from the shelf and began to wash her body, her hands slowly massaging the gel all over her body. Laura couldn't help but spend a little longer between her legs and on her nipples. It was torture. She knew that she didn't have time for anything if she was going to get Abby ready. Her sex drive had gone on overdrive. For years she had been following the same routine. She would send Abby to school, go to her job, come back, clean the house, serve dinner and be in bed by 9. Each night she masturbated before she fell asleep. Even masturbation had become ordinary.

She cupped her breasts one last time before she came out of the shower. Her large breasts had always been her best assets. Now, her DD bust had failed her and she was alone. She dressed hurriedly and made breakfast before waking Abby and taking her to school. She hated her job but thankfully today was the first day of a whole week off. She had intended to save her holidays for summer and Christmas but she just needed some time away from the tedium.

As soon as she came home she stripped again. Her earlier play in the shower had only aroused her for something more. Back in her bedroom, she reached for her vibrator. Suddenly the door rang. Laura frowned in annoyance, grabbed her dressing gown and went downstairs. 

She opened the door, one arm holding her robe closed. Standing on her doorstep was a young man in a blue suit with a black briefcase. 'Excuse me, do you have a minute?'

Laura's first thought was that it was something official, so she let him in, guiding him to the living room. Although the curtains were still drawn, there was still enough light to illuminate the room easily. The gentleman sat on the sofa, while Laura sat in the chair opposite. For a moment the man repositioned himself for a moment before speaking 'Hello madam, my name is David Lonis and I am here on behalf of the Half-Moon company.'

Laura groaned inwardly. She had been so easily tricked into letting a salesman in, now she wouldn't be able to get away until she bought something. She pressed both hands to her eyes for a moment before getting ready to sit through his sales pitch. Leaning on one elbow she watched him through drooping eyelids.

Suddenly she realised he wasn't talking anymore. She looked at his face. His mouth hung open and he was blushing furiously. Following his gaze she suddenly realised that when she had made herself more comfortable she had given him a perfect view of her shaven pussy. With a gasp, she pushed her gown down between her legs, causing David to stand up, stammering in discomfort.

Laura stood up as well, determined to have him leave as soon as possible. But as David had stood she had spotted the tell-tale bulge in his trousers. Her sex dive took over and logic took a back seat. 'How dare you!' She began, David could do nothing but stammer 'How DARE YOU!' Laura was almost screaming 'You look right at my naked body.... ' her tone suddenly changed and she purred as she spoke next '...but you don't return the favour.' David's eyes were wide, fearful and confused. Laura's hand grabbing his crotch was all that he needed to overcome this.

David grabbed Laura's robe and pulled it off her body, letting him see all of her curves. She was incredible, just the way David liked. Some men wanted stick-women but David was of the opinion that the bigger, was most definitely the better! He began pulling off his clothes, eager to begin. Barely believing his luck, David dropped his trousers, his 7 inch cock standing to attention. This woman looked like she was ten years older than him but that just added to her appeal.

Laura nearly fainted when David revealed his throbbing dick. Normally she would have wanted some foreplay but it had been too long. Too long by far. Grabbing his neck, Laura thrust her tongue into the young man's mouth before lying down, pulling David down on top of her. Already she could feel her wetness, her excitement rising. She moaned as she felt David's cockhead gently brush against her pussy lips. She needed cock, needed it badly.

As David began to gently push inside of her, Laura nearly died from pleasure. But his tender entry was almost torture. 'Fuck me' She moaned, her pussy lips tightening around David's shaft. 'Fuck me now!'

David didn't need any more asking. Pulling his cock almost all of the way out of her, he thrust deeply into her body. Every ridge and vein of his shaft causing waves of sensation to run through Laura's body. Again he pulled out almost to the tip before ramming it home again. Gradually with each thrust David sped up. Laura gasped with each thrust, groaning with the pleasure of having a real cock slide in and out of her body.

David's hands groped her breasts as they fucked. He pinched her nipples, sending her wild and bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. David could sense her excitement and fucked her harder, faster and deeper. His cock pushed deep inside of her body, over and over again the ridges of his shaft sent Laura wild.

Her moans grew louder with each thrust, the young man's hips slamming into her body, making her breasts shake each time his cock slammed into her. Suddenly she wrapped her legs around his hips and raked her nails down his back, screaming her head off as she came again and again, her hips fused to David's. Her chest heaved with each orgasm, even as her pussy walls clung tightly to the cock still inside her body. 

Slowly, Laura's pleasure subsided and she looked up at the man still hard inside her body, his dick was throbbing inside her but he had not yet cum. She groaned again, she wanted more. She gently pushed him back, letting him pull out of her body. Laura bent over, giving David a perfect view of her bum and her soaking wet pussy. 'More' She moaned, her command desperate to be answered. For a moment there was nothing, looking over her shoulder she saw the young man reach for something inside of his briefcase before coming back over to her.

As he came closer she realised he held a large pink dildo, at least 9 inches in length. For a moment he pushed it inside her pussy, her slick passage allowing easy access but she had had plenty of fake cock over the years, she wanted the proper thing. Slowly it was pulled out again, dragging more of her juices back and running down her legs. Then there was a prodding at her bum. For a moment she was confused but as she realised what was to come she felt the dildo slam into her anus, her pussy juices lubricating it easily. For a moment nothing happened as she tried to control the sensations running through her. Then David entered her pussy again.

She let herself go. The feeling of both the dildo and David inside her made her feel so full. Then david began to screw her. His cock pushing in and out of her, moving faster and faster. His cock filled her pussy so completely that when he grabbed the dildo in her ass and started to fuck her with it as well, she nearly screamed her orgasm again. 

Laura could feel both cocks forcing their way into her, violating her pussy and her arse at the same time. Both of their bodies throbbed with heat, over and over again the two dicks fucked her. Groaning she pushed back with each thrust. Forcing both of them deeper into her body. Then David's moaning became greater more intense. The burning need of both of them consuming him completely. Faster and faster his thrusts with his hips and his dildo. He could feel the blood pumping through his body, bringing him more and more pleasure.

Suddenly it was too much. He rammed his dick deep into her body as he finally shot his load into her body. Laura could feel each pump of his cock and the feeling of his jism pump into her body, sending her off on yet another orgasm.

For a moment they just stayed like that, David's cock spurting more and more cum into her body as Laura's orgasm tightened her grip on his shaft. Then it was over. As David pulled out, he saw both of their juices as they dripped out of her pussy. Laura collapsed on her chest and looked behind her, still panting with the effort of orgasm. 

'Do you always carry a dildo in your briefcase?' Laura could still feel he pleasing sensation of the toy as her arse gripped it.

David laughed lightly, still breathless from his effort 'You never let me finish my sales pitch, I'm selling sex aids.'

Laura came over to him and grabbed his limp cock, feeling her fluids along his shaft. 'Well why don't we go up to my bedroom and you can use every single one on me?'

David grinned. 'Just so long as I get another turn'

'Oh don't you worry,' Laura stroked his cock and could feel it getting harder in her hand 'I always prefer the real thing.'



The Real Thing



Quite honestly, I hate traveling. I can go years on end without seeing people, unless they visit me. It is not that I want to be antisocial; it is just how I am. My hatred of traveling pretty much makes me a homebody.

So one can imagine how annoyed I was when the company I work for had me attend a conference clear across the county. But I had to go despite my hatred of travel because my promotion was hinging on it, part of the price of moving up in the company was one had to be willing to travel to certain important conferences and conventions for the company, take notes and then come back and explain what had been discussed. 

My cousin found out that I was going to be in the same city that she lives in, and convinced me to stuck around for a couple of days after the conference was over. My boss said that I had too much vacation time as it was, encouraging me to burn up a couple of days worth of it, the information I was relaying wasn't really urgent and could wait a more few days before being relayed and explained to the rest of the company. 

So I arranged for my cousin to pick me up at the hotel on the last day of the conference. Now, I haven't seen her in like ten years. Not since the last family reunion that my parents dragged me off to. At the time, she was like ten years old with a mouth full of braces. When she left home, we started to send the occasional email to one another, which is how she learned that I was going to be in town. But I haven't seen a picture of her in years, so when she came to pick me up, it was a huge shock to see how much she had changed over the last ten years.

And I do mean changed. I knew that she had grown, logic told me that---but she not only had grown up, she had blossomed. She had gotten tall, tan and good looking. The biggest surprise was how large her breasts have gotten. They were gigantic, and during the car ride to her apartment, I periodically realized that I was staring at them.

When we got to her place, we sat down and had a few drinks and talked about our respective lives and careers. I found myself having trouble focusing on the conversation, she was just too well built, cousin or not, for her body not to distract me from the conversation.

I didn't realize how distracted I was until she grabbed me by the chin and said, "They are real."

I hemmed awkwardly, and she laughed, "Oh, I get it all the time, none of you men can keep you mind on a conversation around me because you can think about is my tits. I could grow a third eye and no body would notice because they never look at my face."

Standing up, she pulled her sweater over her head real quickly, and then reached back and undid her bra. I was probably blushing as red as a beet at this point, because she laughed again as she let the bra fall to the floor.

"There is nothing to be embarrassed about. See they are real."

I stammered out the hard cold truth, "I can't tell the real ones from the fake ones without feeling them."

"They are real. Go ahead, feel them."

"No...that is ok, I rather not," I lied. A part of me really wanted to reach out and touch them to see if they were real or fake. Not that it really mattered one way or another whether they were real or not---because either way they were magnificent.

"Come on, stand up and feel them."

I found myself standing up and I started to reach for them before I stopped myself.

"No, I don't need to touch them. I believe that they are real," I said. "I insist on proving to you that they are real," she said as she grabbed my hands and pressed them against her tits.

Both of us kind of froze at this point. I noticed how warm her breasts were as my hands held onto them. And her nipples lay between my thumbs and forefingers, making me badly want to lightly pinch them. Her aureoles were dark and that her nipples seemed to be hardening as I watched. My mouth silently worked and watered as I imagined what it would be like to lick and kiss them. And I could feel my dick grow hard at the thought of what it would be like to squeeze them together around it and aim my cock into her wet mouth.

"Maybe, we should lay off the booze for awhile," I suggested weakly. Another part of me wanted to suggest several things entirely different that we could do together. All of which were downright indecent to suggest to one's cousin.

As if reading my mind, she said, "And perhaps, I should allow myself to get fucked more often." She then reached up and covered my hands with her own, pressing them harder into her breasts. "Your hands feel so good; so warm, it has been like forever since I allowed anyone to touch me like this."

I laughed and hang my head down, as did she. When our foreheads touched together, it seemed only natural to kiss one another. Our lips parted as they met, and our tongues crept into one another mouths.

The rational ethic part of myself reminded me that this was wrong, that she was my cousin and that this would be incest to fuck my own cousin, that this would not be something that nice people engaged in. Quickly breaking off the kiss, I gasped, "We are cousins, we really shouldn't be doing this."

"Yeah, I know," my cousin replied as she squeezed my hard-on though my pants. "But I really want to finish this," she said as she unzipped my pants and reached in. My cock voted that I finish this too.

I bent down and kissed her nipples, sucking on first one and then the other. After a few minutes, her moaning as my mouth fed on her titties, she pushed me away gently before dropping down onto her knees. She undid my belt and tugged my pants down. She gazed lovingly at my cock and then she started to run her fingertips over it lightly, little laughs of joy coming out of her mouth as my cock responded to her touch causing me to breathe heavily. Sighing, she brought her lips to the head of my cock, tenderly touching it with her lips. She slowly kissed the entire length of it as she fondled my balls gently in her hands. Then she brought her lips back to the head of my cock, allowing her tongue to slip out, delicately licking at it. The she opened her mouth and gradually let it in her mouth. She worked it back and forth in and out of her mouth, slowly taking it all the way in until her lips touched the roots of it. She took it out long enough to tell me that she wanted me to cum in her mouth---that she wanted to swallow my cum---that she really wanted to taste me. Then she opened her mouth again, inhaling my cock deep inside of it. As she sucked on my cock, her tongue teased the underside of it, and her hands massaged my balls. I laid my hands on her shoulders as she moved her hands around to grab my ass, so that she could drive my cock harder into her gaping mouth. My breath grew ragged as I got closer to cumming and I was panting as she started to suck harder on my cock. With a loud exhale, my body jerked as my cock spasmed and shot jizm deep into her mouth. She swallowed my cum compulsory, trying to devour it all but the load was too much and too rapid for her tight mouth to handle and some of it dripped onto her tits. Teasingly, she continued to suck on my cock, working it in and out several times as I shook from that wonderful after orgasm sensitivity. Then she removed it from her mouth as I supported myself against the edge of the couch. Then she raised herself slightly so that she could wrap her tits around my cock.

She rubbed them against it, "See they are very much real."

"Yes, they are." I agreed as I reached down and touched them with my fingertips. My cum had coated them, and they felt so good polishing my cock.

My cousin sighed with delight as my cock re-hardened.

"I am so very horny. I need a cock so badly. Will you please fuck me with your big cock?" my cousin asked in a small girl's voice as she looked up and smiled at me.

"Yes, my dear cousin, I will---I will fuck you real good and hard." She giggled delightfully at my reply, before kissing my cock lovingly one more time.

Then she got up and we both went into the bedroom, shedding the rest of our clothes along the way. Lying down on the bed next to one another, I rubbed her pussy with one hand as I sucked and licked her tits until she couldn't wait any longer.

"Now, cousin, stick into me now," my cousin moaned, "I need to be fucked by your dick. I need it in me now."

With that, I positioned myself above her delicate looking entrance, rubbing the head of my cock up and down the lips of her pussy as she moaned. Then I slowly entered her, feeling her warmth engulf my cock as I slowly penetrated her. She grabbed my hips, cueing me with her hands as I slowly started to fuck her. As she signaled me to spend up, telegraphing her pressing urgency, her tits started wildly bouncing around. With a load moan that started out as a low hiss escaping from her mouth and building to a wild howl of pleasure, she cum. I felt her cumming as her pussy shuddered and contracted, squeezing around my ready to explode cock. Her increased tightness and tremors triggered my own reaction. And I shot another load deep into her hot pussy.

Pulling out, I straddled her, placing my cock between her breasts. Squeezing them together, I worked my slime covered cock between them as my cousin leaned forward to lick and suck at the head of my cock. She caught some of our combined juices that coated my cock with her lips and it trailed from her mouth to the head of my dick as I moved back and forth. She grabbed my ass and brought me forward, so that I let go of her tits and brought my cock closer to enter her mouth again. She busily sucked off the fuck juices from my cock, happy as a kitten. Much to both of our surprise, as she was doing so another jerk went though my body, and she got to swallow another load of my cum---it wasn't much but me cumming for a third time was a testament to how good of a cocksucker my cousin is. 

Afterwards we laid close to one another, both of us exhausted. Even so her hands were caressing my softening cock gently as I stroked her very real tits. I laughed that maybe I should travel more often, and she agreed that I should. Especially to visit her.

Recently, my boss has asked me to go to yet another conference in the same city that my cousin lives in. Both me and my cousin are looking forward to it being over, so that we can visit with one another again.



The Real Thing



(All characters are over the age 0f 18. Thanks to WestCoast22 for her assistance with editing this story.)

I wake up luxuriously late. The house has the quiet that descends on it after the urgent noise of early morning rituals such as hurried showers and rushed breakfasts. Mom and Dad have gone to town, and my younger brother Dave probably took a lift with them. They all think that I am not due in class until this afternoon. I am all by myself, and I can do whatever I like.

Actually I should have left for class already, but college will go on without me. I play with my breasts, tempted to move down between my legs but the morning sun is already high and my stomach is rumbling. 

I get up and make myself a lavish sandwich with all the extras. It is very good, but it does not take away the itch inside me. I am tempted to go back to bed and...

Instead I take a shower. As the warm water cascades down my naked skin, my body cries out for attention. My frustrated fingers reach between my legs. It would be wonderful to have a real man. We could kiss, we could touch one another, I could undress him, and then...

I shake off the dream. It is just a fantasy.

But that does not mean that I have to go to class...

I wonder for a moment about what to do on such a glorious day, and make my decision. I will go to the beach. It is a work day a long way from the city, and the golden sands and blue water will be undisturbed today. I get dressed in my favorite bikini and put on a thin sundress over it. 

I look in the mirror to judge the effect. My dark red shoulder-length hair betrays the heat of my passion. My dark eyes blaze back at me, betraying a hungry look that any man would immediately instinctively recognize. The naughty smile on my lips dispels any notion that I am above a little fun. The thin sundress only partially hides the fact that my body is brown all over without awkward tan lines. Whilst I am decently dressed, there are more than enough hints for a man to picture my naked body.

It is probably better that I stay away from men today: there is no knowing what might happen given my uncontrolled libido and the overt invitation my looks are sending out.

I wonder what I would do if I were to meet a man. I imagine slowly undressing for the stranger, fanning the fires of his own desire until he has no option but to ravish me. I check myself. I try to be a good girl, and it is far more likely that I would be coy, and try to hide the flames that are at work in me. 

I gather the necessities for a day in the sun. I raid the fridge and pack the loot into the picnic box. I put the cosmetics bag, suntan lotion, hairbrush and towel into a separate bag.

I fetch the umbrella in the cupboard below the stairs. There seems to be more dust than usual. As I take the umbrella I sneeze, causing it to fall against the wall of the cupboard. With a hollow sound, a wooden panel falls down and hits the floor with a clang. I lift the panel to put it back.

But wait: now that the panel has fallen down, I can see a dark hole in the wall. I curiously peer closer; I could swear that hole wasn't there a few weeks ago. There is definitely something in the hole. I reach in and take out the top item. It is a book. A pornographic book.

The cover shows a picture of a handsome man on top of a very sexy woman. I don't need to read the title of the book: the picture tells it all. Although there is no nudity on the cover, the woman's ecstatic expression leaves no doubt that she is being fucked.

I look at the rest of the stash in the hole. It contains girlie magazines and some other interesting books. This must be little brother Dave's stash of dirty reading. I have been trying to find it for months. It feels so good that I have discovered it, even if only by accident.

I am tempted to peek a little into the books I have found. I tell myself that I will read for only a few minutes, but I know that this can never be. Once I have started, I won't stop; not even to go to the beach.

No, I will postpone my pleasure until I have gotten out into the sun.

As I drive to the beach, the sun smiles down at me. There is every promise of warm weather. A few minutes later I park my car behind a sand dune and lug the picnic box, bag and umbrella down the short path to the beach. I excitedly stride onto the beach and head straight for my favorite spot. It has a superb view of the sea, but it is close enough for me to be able to take a quick dip in the waves when I get too hot.

I look around as I walk: the beach is entirely deserted except for footmarks criss-crossing the sand. All of them are at least several hours old. I shall truly be alone to do whatever I want. 

It is likely that nobody else will pass here all day.

Normally I would go skinny dipping on a day like this, but today I have other, naughtier things to do.

I reach my spot and quickly set everything up. I put up the umbrella and put down my beach towel. I quickly take off my sundress and fold it away into the box. I lie down and hurriedly apply the sun tan lotion.

The waves are crashing away nearby. Their constant din is occasionally punctured by the screech of a gull. I have had many good times here with friends and family, but today I am happy to be alone. It is perfect for what I have in mind.

I take out the books and put them down on the towel. I take a quick look at the magazines, and decide that they won't turn me on. Looking at women does nothing for me. I put the magazines back into the box and take a book at random and start reading. 

Soon I am lost in the story. It is simple enough: A woman is hired to be the housekeeper of a very rich man. She soon finds out that he is lonely, and helpfully arranges for a high class prostitute to entertain him. The housekeeper hides away and manages to watch the rich man having his way with the hooker. She enjoys it so much that the next night she arranges another hooker for the rich man. The book features graphic descriptions of the sex and of the housekeeper stroking her pussy while watching. The housekeeper is addicted to watching her employer having sex with women. After sending the second hooker away, the rich man spots the voyeuristic housekeeper where she had been illicitly spying. Instead of being angry, the rich man thanks her for help in arranging his fun with a kiss. As he does so, he gets a look at the top of her breast. This reignites his passion, and he immediately seduces her. As the rich man has his way with her he falls in love with her. Right after a crashing orgasm by both parties he proposes marriage to her, and she accepts. They have a sex-filled honeymoon (six sex sessions are described taking up fifty pages) and return home. The housekeeper turned wife suddenly feels that something is missing: she enjoyed watching her man having sex with other women. She decides that she wants to once again the thrill of voyeurism, and calls a new prostitute. The book ends with her presenting the hooker to her husband and telling him to enjoy himself with her. She watches the action from her secret hideout. The final paragraph describes how all three orgasm at the same time, and both husband and wife simultaneously and independently decide that they will hire surrogates again in future.

The realism might be less than perfect, but the sex scenes are all well-written, and the buildups are exciting. I wish that I could have a man give me what I need, but as I read I decide to make do with second best. My finger is soon playing with my clit, and along the way I have at least two orgasms. 

The book does not take long to read, but when it is finished I find that I am sleepy. I lay the book down on the blanket and think about the story. If I were the housekeeper of a rich man, I would seduce him myself. I turn over and lie on my stomach. I think of how I would flirt with him, my fingers once again playing their delightful little dance on my clit. The flirting makes way for a picture of the naked rich man reaching for me, my sensitive breasts squeezed against his chest, my fingers toying with his beautiful strong maleness, and then the moment that he slowly pushes me down. My legs open for him...

The fantasy is good, but my body isn't responding properly. It just feels that my fingers are not what I really want. I need a real man with a real body who will fill me for real.

Frustrated, I try very hard to tease an orgasm out of my body, but somehow it just doesn't arrive. No matter what I do, it is always just out of reach. I feel trapped in my body: I need to cum, but there seems to be no way.

Finally, exhausted, I lie still and fall into a confused half sleep.

Suddenly I wake up, my left hand still between my legs. I open my eyes. I am still on the beach. At first everything seems exactly as it was when I arrived, except that the sun has moved and is now almost overhead.

Then I notice that there is someone standing next to me. I can see a pair of bare male feet next to me. 

I am naked. 

I panic. 

I make a quick grab for my clothes, but with a sudden horrible feeling I find that they are not there.

The person above me laughs loudly. His laughter has a gruff sound.

He has moved my clothes.

"Go away," I say. I start to turn, trying to be careful so as not to show my bare breasts, but the man pins me down so that I can't move. He is very strong, and I can't budge him.

He pulls my arms above my head, and grips them with one hand. Then he uses the other hand to cover my head with the sundress.

I am frightened. I have not seen the man's face, and I suppose he will not let me. I scream for help. It is all useless: the sound of the waves will drown out the sound of my pleas. I am sure that the beach is deserted any way.

The man takes no heed. He kneels down over me, my thighs between his legs. "What have you been reading, Miss?" he asks teasingly.

I stay silent. I am in trouble, and I am trying to think of a way out of it. There is no way. I am alone with this stranger, and I am certain that he is far stronger than me. Realistically, he will do whatever he wants to do, and I will be powerless to stop him.

"I bet you are real hot," the man says."I wonder how long you fingered yourself."

"That's none of your business," I say angrily. I try to kick him away, but I achieve nothing.

The man kneels over me and ties my hands together with some cord. I am surprised by his gentleness. I try to break my hands out of the knot, but my arms are securely tied even though I feel no pain from the cords being too tight against my skin.

The man whistles happily, and then ties the sundress more securely to my face so that I will not be able to shake it off. "Let's see what I have found."

A flutter of fear and excitement goes through my stomach. The man is going to turn me over to look at me. Strangely the excitement is stronger than the fear. Perhaps the man's voice, while gruff, is not really menacing. Perhaps I have been reading too much porn. The reasons don't really matter. I can feel the moisture spread across my pussy.

The stranger kneels down next to me. "Roll over," he commands.

I reluctantly turn over, very aware that my breasts and pussy are now fully on display. I am still on my towel, but I can now feel the heat of the sun beating down on me. I consider trying to keep rolling and trying to escape, but the thought is absurd. Even if I got the sundress off my eyes my captor would still easily be able to catch me.

"Very pretty!" the stranger exclaims. "It's my lucky day."

"Go away!" I say, trying to sound in control.

"I will leave when I am finished," the man says with a laugh.

I feel a slight chill. "Finished with what?" I ask in a shaky voice, all pitiful pretence of mastery gone.

"Right now I am enjoying looking at you. Maybe I'll leave when I've finished drinking in the sight of your sexy naked body. Come, open your legs a little bit so that I can get a better view of your pretty little pussy."

"No, I won't," I say stubbornly, holding my legs together as stiffly as I can.

"That isn't a problem," the man says quietly. "I'm sure that I can convince you to co-operate."

I shake my head, fiercely determined to make it as difficult as possible.

Suddenly the man starts tickling me underneath my arms. I cannot control myself; I have always been very ticklish. I roll around trying to avoid his fingers. Suddenly I find that he is no longer tickling me, and that he has settled himself between my legs. I do not know how he did it, but he must be very quick.

I lie still, trying to get my breath.

"I told you that I would convince you to give me a better show," the man taunts me. "Your pussy has such a sweet smell."

Furious at being beaten so easily, I again start to kick as hard as I can. The man just laughs at me. The problem is that I am fighting blind, whilst he can easily avoid my feeble moves. 

As I struggle, he keeps me down with both hands. Worse, while he holds me the hands are taking liberties with me: squeezing my body and stroking my breasts. The intimate contact gives me even more energy, and I redouble my efforts.

After a while I start to feel tired. I have not managed to strike a telling blow and I am not making any impression. All the effort is not making any difference in the audacity of his touches.

I slow down, sweating and breathing hard.

The man gloats at my loss of fight. "Are you sure you don't mind me looking at you?"

I swear at him. 

The man just laughs. "You have such a sexy voice too. Do you know how much it turns me on to hear a woman talk dirty?"

"Who are you?" I ask.

"I am me and you are you. I am in control, and you are naked, and that is all that matters."

I hold my tongue. I am not getting anywhere.

I am not sure what I should be doing. The man is obviously strong and healthy. He is very certain of himself. I suspect that if I were to see him I would probably find him very attractive. More than that, he has not hurt me in any way. He is not a sadistic torturer. The worst he has done so far is to tickle me. I have to privately admit that his touch was not creepy in any way; in fact it is more fun than irritating.

"Have you finished looking at me?" I ask. I am certain that he can smell my arousal. I remember that earlier I didn't bring myself off, and he must be aware how juicy my wet spot is.

"Yes," the man says.

I decide that this is a chance to take back the initiative. "Then will you please leave!" I demand. "You have no right to keep me against my will."

"I didn't say that I would leave when I finished looking at you. I only said that I would leave when I was finished. Right now I am still busy touching you. Maybe I'll leave when I have finished with that."

"You are the most infuriating man," I say.

"Why don't you throw another tantrum?" the man invites me. "You look so helpless and alluring when you struggle."

I say nothing, and his hands continue playing with my breasts. His point is made: resistance is futile.

Not that I really want to resist. His strong hands are causing a chain reaction that goes down to my middle and stokes a fire that has suddenly broken out between my loins. When I fell asleep I needed a man. Now that I have woken I find myself naked with a man. True, I can't see him. True, I didn't originally invite him. But does any of that matter? This man is not forcing himself on me without any regard for me. He knows what he is doing, exciting my body with a desire that I will soon not be able to control.

His one hand drifts down my stomach. I know exactly where it is going.

"What do you think you're doing?" I challenge.

"I want to feel your pussy. Do wish to raise an objection?"

"Yes," I say.

"You are overruled," the man says with finality. His hand touches me between my legs.

I instinctively close my legs against him, but his probing fingers find their target all the same. I can't stop an involuntary moan of pleasure from escaping my lips. This man is good; he is pressing all the right buttons. The more he touches me, the more I can feel my body responding. My hips start to move along with the forward and backward motion of his fingers as they slowly, tantalizingly head for their destination: my clitoris.

I can hear the man breathing heavily as if he is doing heavy exercise. He is obviously also being affected by what he is doing. And why not? Which man would not enjoy having a young naked woman completely under his control?

The pleasure becomes unbearable as the man goes about arousing me still further. Within a short while, my body that had already been primed to the full by the book, surprises both of us. I buck up and down as a chillingly powerful orgasm takes control of my body. I try to writhe away and avoid the chilling series of mind-blowing explosions that almost rip me apart, but it is useless: the man keeps up his devilish pressure, driving me deeper and deeper into a mind-numbing experience I have never dreamed of. Each little touch on my clit causes new explosions that brings delicious pleasure to me, but that cause my body to jerk against the bonds he has tied to my wrists. Somehow even the pain seems almost pleasurable.

Finally I just simply cannot continue cumming. Exhausted, I let my head fall back.

I am only given a brief moment to rest. The man chuckles, and something about his tone tells me that he is about to take his pleasure. I am still breathing like a steam train, so I am simply unable to argue with him. I don't think that I would have argued anyway: my body wants to feel a real cock inside me, rather than a finger.

The man is now between my legs. He is holding my calves apart and I sense that he is lining his body against mine. I lie still without visibly encouraging or discouraging him.

The man laughs out loud. "This must be the wettest pussy I've seen for a long time. Are you ready for me, my fine flower?"

I don't say anything. It feels as if there's something stuck in my throat. It does not matter: it is patently obvious that my body is ready and eager.

I feel a warm pressure on my pussy. It is his cock slowly and gently rubbing against my pussy lips. At first the head merely rides up and down my pussy slit as if marking the area that it is about to enter. I notice that he has a slight movement just as his cock reaches the area of my clit that sparks a little pulse of fire through me. Then, with exquisite timing, the tip of the head of his rod parts the protecting folds of my pussy without actually entering me. 

I feel as if I am being toyed with. I am starting to want, no, need, this man to enter me, and to get the pleasure that his skilled penis can give me. I hear myself sigh softly, hoping that he would stop teasing me and instead do what he so clearly wants to do: fuck me long and hard.

This is not his immediate intention. The cock pulls away, and immediately my pussy lips close again.

I feel a tinge of disappointment. Has the man changed his mind?

He has not. His cock pushes against my pussy again. This time he squeezes in a little more deeply than before, once again making that move against my clit. I eagerly push against him, all pretence of reluctance over.

The man laughs softly. "So you want some of this nice hard cock, don't you?"

I moan again. I hope he is not going to force me to beg him because I don't think that I would go for that.

The man once again draws out, but this time I try to keep him inside me. I am defeated, and I am left humping thin air.

"You want it bad, don't you?" the man taunts me.

I moan again and lie still, waiting for that delightful piece of manflesh to enter me again.

He enters me again. This time two inches of his cock slips into my body. I reward him by milking his cock with my pussy using a little trick I read about somewhere.




The Real Thing



"Very good, you little minx," the man says, his voice getting thick.

I know that he cannot hold out long; I can feel a shiver in his body that tells me that his lust is getting the better of him. He seems to want to delay his pleasure as long as possible. I perversely decide to make him drive into me as soon as possible. I continue working on his pulsing rod, my pussy moving slowly up and down.

Our battle of wills concentrates as he lies still above me. I'm sure he is gloatingly drinking in the sight of my naked, defenseless body, my hands tied above my head. I try to capitalize on the effect by thrusting my chest out at him in invitation. For a few seconds he lies still as I silently beg him to continue his entry into me.

For a moment I think I have the man exactly where I want him as he starts slowly inching into me once more. Suddenly realizing that he is yielding to me, he jerks out, leaving me empty once more.

I don't care that I do not know who the stranger is, or that I have no idea what he looks like. He knows exactly what he is doing. He seems to be pleasuring me to the point that I will do just about anything to have him inside me and end this annoying feeling of emptiness. I cannot think of anything taboo now: he can do with me what he wants, and I will beg for it. I lick my lips, and move my whole body in renewed anticipation of the instant when he will enter me again.

It seems to take forever, but then I once again feel his big hard cock against my girly soft pussy lips. He slowly inches into me again, and I continue gently rocking against him. 

Just as he reaches two inches into me, I play my trump card. I whisper just loudly enough for him to hear, "My pussy's hungry, hungry, hungry. Feed your cock to me; feed it deep into me."

The man starts pushing deeper into me. I think that he is surprised how easy it is to slide into my slick, supermoist interior, but he does not know how much I have been pleasing myself today. I sense the cock slowing down its entry; perhaps he is thinking of resisting temptation, at least for the moment.

My victory is so close. I will not be robbed. "Fuck me," I whisper softly. "Fuck me now! Fuck my horny pussy with your beautiful cock. I need it, and I need it now."

The man grunts out and I know that the teasing is over. With one savage stroke he drives his cock into me, instantly filling me completely.

"Is that what you wanted?" he demands. Without waiting for my reply he withdraws again and slams hard into me again, forcing a muffled breath out of me. 

"Yes!" I shout. "Do it to me some more! Fuck me harder!"

He ploughs into me once more, and the walls of my pussy gladly yield to his onslaught. I wrap my legs around his hips. As I do I have my final evidence that the man is as powerfully built as an ox. Putting my legs around him is like trying to encircle a tree. I can feel the tight muscles in his butt, and at last I can imagine at least a part of the picture. 

In my mind's eye I look at the scene from the view of a person that might unexpectedly stumble on us. I am on my back, my hands tied above my head. The man's burly body covers my petite body completely, with my quivering legs draped around him almost as an afterthought. Looking down between his legs, the mighty cock is visible as it continuously thrusts in and out of my tight young pussy like the piston of a steam engine. His big, heavily-laden balls are swaying backward and forward, slapping against my ass as if judging the best moment to unload their potent seed into my willing womb.

The stranger would not even think of trying to rescue me: even the shortest, most casual glance would show that the woman underneath is not resisting, but eagerly shouting lewd encouragement at her ravisher. A second, keener glance would confirm the first glance: it would prove that my pussy is the raging furnace driving the piston-like cock, and that my body is readily assisting his.

Inside me, I feel every stroke as if it were by a hammer, steadily driving me upward to a higher level of intensity. Each thud of his hips against mine is an explosion of pleasure, and each outward motion is filled with fear and expectation that the next stroke will lift me so high that I will no longer be able to fall to earth.

I hear my mouth mewl and shout and yelp. I do not know how my lungs are coping. 

Still the man goes on, his powerful body seeking its own climax, and very rapidly approaching it. I feel some of his cool sweat fall onto my body, as if to cool the feverish fire in my body.

Then suddenly my body surrenders to the sensations again. A massive explosion between my legs sends a whirlpool of colors spinning through my head like a huge fireworks display. The explosions run up and down my arms and my legs, chasing one another like a thousand naughty cats. My body is completely consumed. My body jerks wildly beneath him; I am helplessly writhing beneath him, powerless to control my response to this expert cocksman.

My own climax sets off a reaction in him. Instantly I feel his body tighten and his cock jerks against me. 

I know what is coming. Automatically my legs pull against his butt, trying to force him deeper into me, urging him to fill me with his cum. 

The man roars above me with a primeval shout of victory as his balls contract and catapult their first spurt of seed into my well-prepared womb. For a moment I wonder whether I took my birth control pill this morning; I think I did. But that seems irrelevant now. The sperm strikes the back of my cervix like a flash flood, carrying everything with it, including every irrelevant thought. My shriek of pleasure mingles with his deep roar into a shared expression of our perfect climax.

I feel his balls contract again, and another load of his seed violently shoots into me, filling me even further. I welcome the newcomers as eagerly as the previous set, milking his cock for every precious drop.

His cock keeps jerking against me, and my clit feels each move, stirring me into a greater and greater frenzy. I am left with only one aim: to empty his sac of every last blob or dribble of seed. My body greedily rubs against him in an attempt to reduce that proud, heavy ball sac to a withered, spent piece of skin.

I am amazed as the sperm keeps pumping into me. Soon I am overflowing, and the cum starts flowing out of me almost as quickly as he shoots it into me. I feel as if I am going to have him on top of me forever, just the two of us in the eternal rocking motion. At that moment nothing can compare to the sensation of our bodies being joined together in one perfect union.

But then my climax slowly starts subsiding and I become aware of an aching need for air. I gasp for air. My muscles are exhausted, and my legs fall back, limp. For all of this, I can feel a glow over me that I do not have the will to describe.

The man's cock gamely tries to continue shooting into me, but I can feel that he has reached the end of his reserves of energy and sperm at the same time. He slumps on top of me, his muscular chest still managing to set off new flutters of pleasure in my breasts. Still, right now I can't take any more.

"You're too heavy," I manage.

The man obligingly rolls off me and lies against my side, his wet cock still slowly pulsing against my thigh. I am fully suffused with warmth and pleasure whilst gradually getting my wind back.

I know that if my arms weren't tied, I would pull this man to me and hold him close. It is not necessary: his arm lies protectively across my chest. Whilst his weight is off me, his big, muscular body still half covers me. I enjoy his presence.

My eyes are still covered. My satisfied body needs rest. A soft fog covers my mind, and within moments I am far away, dreaming of beautiful bodies straining against one another in shared bliss. The dreams are far beyond mortal description. I am completely lost in the dream world.

I do not know how long the dream continues.

I wake up. It is some time later. I can feel the sun beat down on my naked body. I am sure that I will have a bad case of sunburn tomorrow. I am now covered in sand. I try to move my arms, and find that they can move freely. I move my head; my dress falls off my face and I can see the beautiful day once more.

Was it all a dream? Surely no man would really have used me like that? Surely it was just my imagination, fuelled by reading the naughty books?

I look at my wrists and see that there are faint red marks. I have indeed been tied. My captor must have loosed me when he left.

I look down between my legs: a rivulet of clear fluid seeps downward. It can only be the final proof that I was not dreaming. I have been fucked for real.

I smile. I enjoyed every moment.

I can't help wondering if I will ever meet the man again. And if I meet him, will I recognize his voice? 

I feel a prompting to go down to the sea and wash away my sweat and his seed.

I lie still, ignoring the urge. My body no longer feels the sexual tension that wracked it earlier on. I am utterly relaxed. With blazing clarity I 

My brother is an idiot for reading porn. The Real Thing is far better.

I feel a naughty smile take control of my face.

I think I will show my brother just how good The Real Thing is.



The Real Thing



"They can suck my dick," she said with a saucy grin.

I scratched my head in response to that comment. It was probably just a figure of speech, but it got me thinking. What if it wasn't just a crass, if descriptive remark? As a bisexual man who had a secret fascination with transgender women, she naturally piqued my curiosity. I decided to probe a little bit, though coming across (I hoped) lightheartedly.

"Cute, if a bit impossible. I can just picture them doing that and it makes me laugh my ass off," I told the sexy brunette.

"Um, not as impossible as you'd think, sweetie," she whispered to my pleasant surprise.

"Is that so? Is that plastic or the real McCoy we're talking about here?" I shot back.

"What, are you curious? Are you hard, thinking about my cock? You can only find out one way," Kay told me, intensifying my suspense and attraction to her.

"What way is that?" I winked at her.

"Okay, are you having CRS here, Mister? You know, can't remember shit? How in the hell do you think that you'd find out? Meet me tonight outside of work. Say seven pm, if you don't forget that, too, Grandpa. I hear that you live close enough that you walk to work, so I'll go home with you tonight. I trust that you won't panic when you see it for yourself. You can decide what to do about it then," Kay leaned in to kiss me, causing me to get harder at this shock.

"As much as fun as this is, I've got to get back to work," I told her, which prompted laughter behind me as I walked out of the room. I lied about that, since I needed some privacy to get to a stall and jack off. The image of Kay with a dick made me horny as hell. Her ass also turned me on to the extreme.

I did my best to concentrate on work once I clocked back in, but it wasn't easy. I already found Kay to be a serious babe, but the idea of her as a pre-op transsexual made things worse. If she was one, her breasts were quite convincing and her figure remarkably feminine.

Finally, after I punched the time clock to leave, I saw that she waited for me right outside the door. It was fifteen past seven, but she knew the occasional delays of the job and didn't hold them against me. I naturally hoped that she would hold else something else against me, to quote the Bellamy Brothers, but there were no guarantees.

As we walked back to my apartment, Kay got friskier. It was more shameless by the second, with her hands groping my ass and guiding mine to her delightful bottom. She seemed eager to tease me and get me ready for whatever naughty plan she had in mind.

Once we got inside, Kay began undressing me. Once she had me completely naked, she took off her shoes and top. Her bra came off next. Her slacks followed suit. This left her in her panties, clearly the piece de resistance. She wanted to keep up the suspense until the very last second. I was as hard as granite by now, waiting to see her crotch and ass.

"Alright, buddy, here we go. Think that you're ready for this?" Kay tantalized me.

"Yes, by all means. Let's see what you're packing," I egged her on.

"Well, when you put it that way," she turned around and slipped off her underwear, letting me see her sweet booty. It was pale, plump, soft, and smooth. I couldn't keep my hands to myself. I reached out and fondled her buns.

Kay reacted by bending over and then I saw her crotch. It included a pussy, which was normal enough to make me think that this was a clever prank at first. My irritation was replaced by shock when I looked for her clit. She wasn't lying or joking. Instead of what I expected, there was a cock. It wasn't large, but it was definitely a dick, not a clit. I had an instant urge to touch both her boy and girl parts. I did and it was confirmed. Kay was intersexed. She wasn't a transsexual, but a hermaphrodite.

"Damn!" was I could say for a moment.

"Yeah, I'm a freak. Now you know my secret. Now you show what you're made of, Danny. What is it? Scared or excited? Told you it was possible," Kay challenged me.

I didn't say a word. Instead, I started stroking her dick with one hand and fingering her cunt. Kay pushed her ass back at me and I caught the hint. My tongue probed her crack and I began licking it in earnest. The desire to rim her was just too powerful to resist. I wanted her with such intensity right then, but I also wanted to get her off. She was incredibly vulnerable right then, though that made sense in hindsight. She feared being seen as a circus freak instead of a sexy woman.

I continued rimming Kay for a good length of time, savoring the taste of her ass as long as I could. Between that and my manipulation of both her pussy and her cock, she came on my fingers in a deliciously wet and messy manner. I licked my fingers clean and grabbed her cheeks as I put my cock in her cunt. She sighed as I started fucking her over the kitchen table.

Kay was remarkably tight. I couldn't believe just how much friction there was and how much she squeezed my cock with her pussy. I couldn't help but rub her dick again while I fucked her. I wasn't sure how it would affect her, but I played with her cock constantly. She soon responded to this by moving her hips faster back at me. She was in serious heat and it became apparent after a few strokes. I wondered if she cut off all blood flow to my cock, simply because it was that small a space. Were it not for her orgasm earlier, she would have been even tighter.

I couldn't restrain myself any longer and my load spurted as deep as I could go inside Kay. I knew then that she had been a virgin. Something clicked in my head, as I could now think with my regular brain. I had stretched her, too. There hadn't been a hymen at all, but I was her first, at least in that hole. I didn't feel bad, especially since at her age, losing her cherry had to be good news. It was overdue. I knew from experience that losing it later in life could be a real burden.

"That was your first time, wasn't it?" I asked her as I withdrew, stalling as I recovered my balance.

"Yes. Thank you, Danny. You did what I wanted," she started sobbing.

I grabbed Kay and turned her around, honing in on her face to look her in the eye.

"What's wrong?" I wondered, truly confused.

"You wanted me that way after seeing me. You didn't throw up or run away from me. What could be wrong about that? I'm not upset. Far from it, Danny. Can I spend the night with you? I'm tired of being lonely. I play it cool and get flirty with the guys, but no one wants to sleep with me in any sense when they see my secret. That's why I was a virgin. It wasn't a choice.

"I think that I'm gonna want it more from you than just this once. Where else am I going to get it? Who else would fuck me like you did? I don't know or care if you could be better. Maybe you could, maybe not. I have nothing to compare to it. I just know that I have needs and you're the only guy I've known who's willing to do this for me. I need you, at least as a booty call, Danny. I don't have that many options. I want to stay here with you tonight and have you fuck me as many ways as you like.

"Teach me. Fuck me raw. I want you, Danny. I want to be desired. Other girls might complain about guys lusting for them, but they have no idea how lucky they are. They have the luxury of griping and taking it for granted. Guys like me until the last moment, and then they suddenly panic at the sight of my dick. I can get as far as sucking them off, but no further. Eat me out? Hell, no! They can't stand to go near my crotch by then. Their skins crawl. They run and hide. They avoid me whenever they see me and won't look me in the eye. They seem to think that I'm a guy or a freak of nature, anything but a woman with needs.

"Please don't lose interest in me. Not yet. Maybe not ever. I could live with being your friend with benefits, if necessary. It beats the alternative. There's no promise of a wedding and a groom for me. All I have is the eye of one guy who wouldn't run away from me. I don't care what I have to do. I need this. Love would be nice, too, don't get me wrong. But since love is a distant hope, I'll take sex with a friend. It's up to you, but I'm begging you for this," she cried on my shoulder.

My guts tightened as I held this petite lady with dark hair and sad blue eyes. She was in very real pain and rather lonely. She needed it. More to the point, she needed me. It felt good to my ego, but it also hurt me to know that this babe really suffered that much from the attitudes of close-minded guys. Surely, there were other men with a more enlightened view of things, but convincing Kay of that would be an uphill climb. Like it or not, I had committed myself to a more permanent situation than I planned.

For a man who had sworn off most long-term relationships since my divorce, it was a rude awakening. Then again, Kay was a far nicer woman than Sherry and she wasn't likely to hold my sexuality against me. My ex had done everything possible to wreck my life, including a serious blow to my career in the Navy. That I pulled off an honorable discharge was because my superiors liked me. Still, she forced them to take official notice of my sexual orientation and I was out well short of my retirement and pension.

Of course, Sherry's spite came back to bite her in the ass, as it made me too poor to pay her alimony. Not to mention that the judge was a Navy veteran and saw only a fellow sailor. She got most of the existing assets, but no maintenance. I ended up in an apartment with no company but my own. Roommates came and went, mostly junkies whom I gave the boot when they stole from me. Video cameras such as the one my best Navy buddy gave me (he wanted to help an old friend out), despite being old and cheap, still worked for that.

This reminded me that I needed to tell Kay about the cameras, which I'd forgotten. I had unintentionally recorded us fucking, not considering that in the heat of the moment. This would be very awkward, but I owed her the truth.

"Kay, I, um, forgot something. If you're mad at me, I'll understand. I had cameras installed in every room of my apartment a long time ago. I didn't mean to tape you, but we were caught on camera having sex. There. I'm very sorry," I told her nervously.

"Danny, do you mean to tell me that I have a sex tape? That is so fucking hot! I never dared to hope for something so wild. I'm not the stuff that porn stars are made of, you know. As I said, I'm a freak," she said with a kiss born of a passion that exceeded her tiny frame.

"Not a freak, but a very unusual woman. In a good way, Kay. There's nothing wrong with you. Those other guys lack taste. Tell me, do you have a lease or do you live in a house?" I asked her.

"I live with my parents. What else is there for me? Are you offering to let me live with you? I'll gladly help you pay rent. Whatever you want. I just want to have some prospect of a better future than my present, Danny. If you're asking me to share this apartment with you, you'll be very happy that you did. Hell, I can even cook. It will be almost like we're married," she encouraged me.

"Yes, I'm making you an offer. I might be crazy, but I doubt it. You're a keeper. If I weren't such a weird guy, I'd probably let myself fall for you faster. I'm only holding back because I'm a little strange. I don't know if you're ready for the kind of long-term relationship that would be acceptable to me. This deal is still unorthodox enough to appeal to me. I guess that I'm the freak, if anyone is. You'll understand when you get to know me better, Kay," I warned her.

"Hey, I'll sign on for what I can get. Yes, that makes me desperate. Can you blame me? I don't care. I'm already happier than I used to be. Trust me on that issue. I must be as screwed up as you are. Then again, I like how odd you are. If you were normal, you'd have kicked me out instead of fucking me. Tell me more about the real Danny Stern. Other than sharing a name with a B-movie actor, that is. Jewish?" she engaged me in conversation, while I tried not to stare at her jaw-dropping body.

"A lame excuse for an observant Jew, even by Reform standards. I haven't been to temple in three years and the high holy days have passed me by without notice. To think that my parents wanted a rabbi. What a joke! About the only things Jewish about me these days are my bris and my fondness for good bagels. Then again, the Faith doesn't exactly embrace my sexual preferences. I'm bisexual, Kay.

"My ex found out and dumped me for it, along with ruining my naval career. I barely pulled off an honorable discharge. That's why I work where I do. That bitch! Sorry, but what kind of girl drops a guy for telling the truth? I didn't cheat on her with guys or girls, though I had plenty of temptations to do so. Oh, I fooled around once we were separated, but that was a technicality. The State is always a bit tardy to pronounce a marriage dead when it should already be buried. After that, I told myself no more traditional marriages or relationships. Open marriages or relationships only, with lots of candor between us.

"Now, however, I think that I'll just stick to the friends with benefits thing. I won't make promises that I can't keep, Kay. I can't expect you to agree to swinging when you lack confidence that you'll get any strange tail of your own. I think that you underestimate your own sex appeal, but I understand if you don't believe me, given your past experiences.

"In any case, it's safe to say that I'll let you stay as long as you wish. Yes, that means that I'll keep fucking you, too. Speaking of which, I'm more than willing to do it again tonight, but I can switch the cameras off if you're tired of being an amateur porn star. There is also the small matter of supper. I'm hungry. How about you?" I assured her.

"It sounds as if I'm not the only one here with some scars. Very well. Let's just make a deal to let things happen naturally. No pressure. All I need right now is to get laid and have a man around me for a change who isn't my father. If I start to fall for you, don't be shocked, but I won't nag you about it. Just to be clear, however, I don't care about other women or men. You're the first guy to accept me as I am and I would be a raving lunatic not to return the favor. That will not change if we tie the knot or become boyfriend and girlfriend. You're wonderfully different.

"You're the real thing, a guy who actually gives a damn about me. If I gave you up because society disapproves, that would make me a fool. Mama didn't raise no fool, as the saying goes. Now, as to supper, let me cook your first of many nice dinners. It's late, I know, but I can still make a mean stir-fry. If you don't mind Asian, that is," she suggested.

"Shit, I should fucking marry you already! You're the most enjoyable woman I've ever known, in every meaning of the word. How about that for a proposal, if you're serious about accepting my nature? That was the only thing that stopped me from asking you, love or no love. People married for worse reasons in the old days and still do. I sometimes think that love or infatuation is a lousy excuse by itself for a motive, if you consider the instability of such passions. Not that love is bad, but as the sole reason to marry, it doesn't make much sense. Then again, I am rather weird, as we've agreed. Maybe I'm wrong," I rambled, stopping only when Kay kissed me again.

She had to stand on the tips of her toes to do that, of course. I didn't mind that or having to lean to kiss her back. I wanted Kay now, so badly I could taste her. I wanted to fuck her again and again, all night long. I wanted to play with her little dick and drive my hard cock into her pussy with the maximum force. I wanted to fuck her in the ass, too. I wanted to lift her short body and plant it in my bed. I wanted to pin her down to the bed or the floor and pound her holes with my dick. It was affection, lust, frustration, and my aggressive, dominant side coming out to play at the same time. I wanted to take her and make her mine.

"Supper can wait a little longer, Kay. I want your sweet ass in my bed, where I can fuck you until my dick is too sore to keep going," I brazenly told her, wondering what she'd said about that shocking admission.

"Then do it. Fucking take me already and make me your woman! If that was a proposal, I accept it on your conditions. Take me and fuck me now!" Kay became downright obscene with her language, but that just turned me on more. She always had a dirty mouth, which I loved about her.

I was more than happy to oblige Kay. I picked her up and realized just how small she was. Despite being somewhat plump, she was easy to carry to the bedroom. The only problem was that I found the contact with her skin to be distractingly sensual. That was particularly so when it came to her ass, of course.

Pushing Kay down on the bed, I entered her doggie-style and shoved my cock in and out of her as I pleased. If she minded being used as a sex toy, she didn't act like it. Of course, my hand vigorously stroking her own dick didn't hurt when it came to persuading her. She moaned, hissed, and screamed as I plundered her cunt. Kay came rather early and seemed to cum repeatedly, but that could have just been one long orgasm. I couldn't tell which it was. I was just so engrossed in fucking her that it didn't matter. I went deeper than last time, much to her joy as well as mine.

This even wilder encounter made it obvious that Kay and I were two of the same kind. We both liked it rough. We also both had strange needs as well as unusual and unconventional attitudes about sex and other things in life. We had much the same sense of humor, naturally. We also both had higher than average sex drives, as it turned out. Once she became sexually active, Kay was more than capable of meeting every need but quantity and variety. She was the kind of woman that some men would mistake for a whore. That just made them fools for not seeing the great girl she was.

I thrust so hard into Kay that if she were taller, she would have bumped her head on the headboard of the bed. As it was, I worried about crushing her underneath me. She was mine now and I wanted to protect her. It was funny how my attitude toward her had changed in just a few hours. She wasn't a colleague anymore. She was my lover, my partner, and my mate. It was a radical, one hundred eighty degree turn for me. This was just a fling when we started, a curiosity on my part. Now I realized that I was falling for her after all.

When I came in Kay's pussy for the second time, it was during this epiphany about me. After all of my verbal wrangling, I had feelings for this girl. Deep, intense, powerful emotions passed through my brain. I didn't even want to think about how close I came to never getting to know her intimately like this. My life had turned onto a far different path and all because of her dirty comment and my witty comeback. I was such a lucky bastard and I knew it. The rest of my colleagues could suck my dick, to use Kay's own words, if they didn't like it.

As Kay and I staggered to the kitchen (hey, we'd burned some serious calories that evening, on top of working our jobs), I faced up to the fact that I was in love. I loved this sultry little hermaphrodite with the potty mouth, sassy attitude, and serious rejection issues. Then again, I was an emotionally scarred mess, too. I guess that folks like us were bound to get together, as long as the right events lined up. If curiosity killed the cat, it made the man a very happy SOB. Maybe God wasn't so bad after all, even if I still differed with his fans. At the moment, I had no complaints at all.



The Real Thing This Time



Readers of my story 'My First Ladyboy' will know that I was spending a lot of time in the Far East monitoring the activities of my company's agents from our London base.

The initiative proved highly successful and it came as no surprise when it was decided to establish a small office within the region and I was asked to set it up.

I was instructed to make a recommendation as to where the office should be located and it quickly became clear that the choice lay between Hong Kong and Manila in the Philippines. A further more detailed analysis showed Manila had cost advantages and it was there that I set up office. 

Much of my time was still spent travelling throughout the Far East visiting agents with frequent visits to Thailand where I spent most of my evenings with the delightful Tam.

Although I looked upon Tam as a woman, enjoying her boy-pussy as much as I enjoyed any genuine one, I continued to be fascinated by her small cock and began to have thoughts of toying with something larger. But apart from Tam, my sexual liaisons in other countries remained strictly heterosexual.

Not that there weren't plenty of opportunities to try the alternative, especially when I'd take myself off to an in-hotel sauna at the end of a tiring day. I lost count of the number of towels which were lifted by local guys to display cocks of various shapes and sizes, most at full stand.

On one occasion I came close when I was in the fitness club of my Taipei hotel. Having spent as long as I could stand in the hot pool, I had just moved to the cold pool when in came a young, well built Chinese who sat down on the side of the pool opposite me dangling his legs in the water. Looking directly at me he spread his legs slightly to display a limp but impressive appendage sitting amidst a mass of fine black hair. He smiled and then looked down at his dick which before my eyes grew and stiffened until there was what must have been a good seven inches of thick cock with a pronounced head sticking out in front of him. His smile left no doubt as to what he wanted.

The temptation to swim over and hold it, perhaps even take it in my mouth, was strong and I believe I would have acted if at that very moment a couple of Europeans hadn't walked in and broken the spell. I climbed out of the pool and left to dry myself, get dressed and go back to my room.

I immediately stripped off and threw myself on the bed my rock-hard cock in hand. Pictures of 'that' cock were clear in my mind as I brought myself to a quick, hard orgasm the cum jetting high up my chest. I lay back exhausted part of me regretting I hadn't taken up the obvious invitation which had been extended to me.

A session with one of the many available hotel girls later that night helped take my mind off the afternoon's experience but at the back of my mind remained a vision of another guy's cock.

It was some weeks later when I was back in the Manila office struggling to clear the paper work which always stacked up when I was away. My secretary came in to say there was a young Filipino who wanted to see me. She told me he was selling specialty books and thought I might be interested in buying some.

My first reaction was to say I was too busy to see him but it was nearing the end of the day and I was tired of checking figures so I told her to show him in.

The bookseller was one very handsome boy, late teens, early twenties I thought, slim, black hair, warm coloured skin, wide mouth, perfect teeth and what I could only think of as very kissable lips.

He introduced himself as Randy (all Filipinos seemed to have unusual names or nicknames) and said he was a student at one of the many local colleges who was trying to earn some extra Pesos. Before I could put my brain in gear I'd ordered three of his books two of which I was sure I'd never open.

He told me that the copies he had with him were for display only and that he'd bring fresh copies the next day. He asked me what time would be best. I told my secretary left at 5 but I always remained in the office until around 6.

Randy smiled and said he had classes the next afternoon but would come by soon after 5. My heart was racing at the thought of seeing him again and at a time when there'd be no one else around.

The next day I found it difficult to concentrate and I was relieved, but at the same time jumpy, when my secretary came in to say good night.

5 o'clock passed, then ten past but no Randy. However just as I once again looked at my watch there was a knock on the outer door. I got up from my desk and opened it ushering in the casually dressed Randy who was carrying the three books I'd ordered. I directed him to my office making sure the door was snibbed. I moved to sit behind my desk, Randy settling into one of the visitors' chairs in front of it.

After some small talk Randy said, 'Here are your books. You owe me 700 Pesos for them.'

I nodded but made no move to pay. Instead I asked 'Tell me Randy, how old are you.'

'Nineteen. Why do you ask?'

'Just curious. I can remember when I was nineteen. A very good age though rather frustrating.'

'Why frustrating'

'Oh you know, lots of hormones running through my body but not many opportunities to let them loose. Mind you that was in England. I'm sure it's different here where there are plenty of available girls. No doubt you've got many girl friends.'

'I'm too busy with my studies to bother with girls. In any case I'm not really interested in them.'

'So what do you do about sex? You don't look the sort of guy who isn't interested in that.'

'Well I do what most guys do, use my hand.' He paused and then added ' And occasionally I get lucky and link up with a special friend. But special friends are not easy to find.'

'What do you mean by a special friend?'

'Someone who is willing to look after my needs, someone I enjoy being with but who is also prepared to help me meet my financial commitments.'

'And how big are they?'

'Nothing that someone in your position would have to worry about.' Clearly he'd concluded, correctly, that as an expatriate I was being paid handsomely. It was also clear he understood what lay behind my questions.

'Interesting' I commented. 'Perhaps I could become a special friend, assuming of course that I liked what you have to offer.'

'I don't think you'd be disappointed with what I've got.' Again he paused and when I didn't comment he said in a lowered voice. ' Perhaps you'd like me to show you. If you don't like it you can just forget it and I'll go.'

'I'd like very much to see what you've got.'

Randy stood up, unbuckled, unzipped and in one movement dragged down his trousers and underpants kicking them off along with his shoes. He wore no socks.

Dressed only in a short T-shirt Randy moved around the desk and stood between it and my chair. Leaning back he presented his semi-stiff cock to me, a thick foreskin partly covering a distinctly red head.

'Hold it' instructed Randy.

I reached forward and lightly gripped the spongy shaft and immediately felt it start to grow in my hand. The feeling was beyond description.

As Randy's cock filled out the skin covering his knob gradually drew back until a sizeable head stood clear, the colour deepening as the shaft lengthened and thickened. Finally I was holding a rigid length of thick young cock, a good seven inches long, arching up, the cock-head, now a deep shade of red, stretched and shiny, 

I had never seen anything so sexually exciting in my life.

'Feel my balls' instructed Randy.

With my free hand I reached down and hefted Randy's two largish surprisingly heavy eggs. I fondled them as I squeezed his now straining erection, the piss-hole slowly leaking pre-cum.

'Do you like?' asked Randy.

I nodded in reply.

'Your hands feel good on me. Wank me a little.'

While continuing the gentle manipulations of Randy's balls I slowly slid the taut cock skin up and down his rigid shaft watching for his reaction.

'You do that well. But stop now. I don't want to cum yet.' I removed my hands and leant back in my chair.

'Take your clothes off. I want to see you naked ' Randy instructed.

I stripped and as I did so Randy removed his T shirt. I returned to my chair Randy's eyes fixed on my now fully erect prick.

Randy smiled and said 'You have a very horny cock, nice and thick. I like it.' Then 'Do you like to kiss?'

'Of course.'

Randy moved and straddled my legs bringing our rampant cocks together. Drawing me to him he placed his slightly open lips on mine in a light but very sexy kiss. Slowly he slid his tongue out to brush my lips and then enter my mouth. Our kiss intensified.

'You kiss like a woman.' I said. 'Very tenderly, very sexily. I love your lips.'

'I want to suck your cock' whispered Randy. 'Lie down on the floor.'

Again I complied with Randy's instructions and stretched out on the carpet. Randy quickly positioned himself over me in a 69 position, his head above my cock, his arsehole close to my face.

'Rim me while I suck you.' instructed Randy.

Parting Randy's globes wide I saw a somewhat damp crinkled opening not dissimilar to the one I now knew so well, Tam's. Randy's hole though was completely hairless as was his ball sac, both obviously shaven.

'Tongue my hole and make it wet. Stick your tongue up it.' ordered Randy.

I did as instructed savouring the bitter-sweet taste of his hole, licking, sucking and trying to jam the tip of my tongue as far up his chute as I could reach.

Randy too was busy. Bending down he took my cock in his mouth making it jump as he used his tongue and lips to work me to a state of arousal. Soon l felt I was close to blowing my load but just before I reached the point of no return Randy lifted his head, turned around to face me and then lowered himself so my cock head was nudging his arse hole.

Randy reached down and took my swollen shaft in his hand and rubbed the head around his hole. I could sense I was leaking pre-cum adding to the wetness of his opening, the result of my enthusiastic rimming.

Randy lowered himself slowly and gradually slid his dilated hole over my very hard cock until he was sitting on my pelvis.

I was in deep and I was in heaven. My cock ached in a way I'd never experienced before, even when embedded in Tam's delightful hole.

Both of us were now sweating despite the air conditioning and our breathing had become more ragged.

Randy remained silent, his mouth slightly open as he looked at me intently. Then he leaned forward and kissed me as he slowly raised and lowered himself on my cock. The feeling was fantastic but the pressure in my balls began to build until I knew they weren't prepared to hold onto their load much longer.

'I'm going to cum.' I said, disengaging from Randy's lips with difficulty.

Randy sat back and as he continued to ride my cock he began masturbating his own swollen tool. I then felt him flex his arse muscles and at the same time I felt the rush of cum from my balls erupting jet after jet of cock-cream deep into Randy's bowels.

The feeling throughout the whole area of my cock and balls was so intense I couldn't stop crying out. I'm not sure what I said but it was something like 'Oh fucking hell.' I just lost it, lost in the intense pleasure my iron-hard cock was experiencing, embedded in the tight anal passage of this beautiful young man.

As I lay there, spasming, almost convulsing, my eyes remained fixed on Randy's hand stroking his own rigid prick, now slick with cock-juice.

Randy's stroking quickened and as I watched fascinated, his cock seemed to explode, jet after jet of his cum shooting over my face and neck. As he continued to stroke his engorged shaft I felt Randy clamp his arse muscles firmly on my cock causing it to deliver one final burst deep into Randy's now very slushy hole.

It must have been all of a minute before we managed to calm down sufficiently to stop gasping and get back to some state of normality.

I was the first to speak.

'That was one hell of a fuck.'

'There's plenty more where that came from, if you want.'

Randy lent forward and kissed me lightly on the lips.

'As you must have noticed I also enjoyed our fuck very much. Your cock is just the right size for me, lovely and thick. I'd like to get to know it better and find out what your cum tastes like too. I've also been told I'm a very good fucker if you'd like to try receiving as well as giving.'

'I've never been fucked but I've thought about it. I'd like to try sometime but I don't think I could take your oversized cock; it's just too big.' I replied.

'Perhaps next time you'll let me show you it's not too big for you to enjoy. Am I right in thinking there will be a next time? I very much hope so.'

'Of course there will be a next time, more than one I hope.'

'Good. I've already got your phone number here and I'll call you to arrange a time. We can enjoy each other again and also discuss the future. You've shown me what you want and you now know I can give it to you. You also know what I want. If we can work out an arrangement which suits us both we can have a lot of fun together. As for today, well I leave it to you decide how to reward me. You still have to pay me the 700 Pesos for the books.' 

With that Randy rose, disengaging my semi-stiff prick from his arse hole releasing a mini-flood of my own cum onto my belly to mix with Randy's own contribution. I too got up from the floor and while Randy was dressing I went to my desk and took out two 500 Peso notes and gave them to him.

'I'm afraid I don't have any change' I said smiling.

'Neither do I,' replied Randy also smiling. The understanding between us was clear.

Now dressed Randy kissed me lightly and then quickly left the room leaving me to ponder on what had just happened and where I wanted it to go. It was clear I had crossed a line and no longer could persuade myself that my enjoyment of Tam's arse hole was not really a homosexual act. I'd just enjoyed a regular guy's hole every bit as much as I had any cunt I'd ever fucked. I'd also kissed him as I kissed a woman and loved it. Deep down I knew I wanted more of the same.

As I lay there, one question kept going around in my mind - were there to be as many arse holes in my future as cunts, perhaps more? Obviously only time would provide the answer to that. But of one thing I was certain; it was going to be very exciting finding out.



The Real Thing with John



I laid there in my element. At last I had found someone in John who understood me and my loneliness on this planet earth. I was just so terribly shy it held me back from making friends.

I thought at first John was taking advantage of my disposition when, what I thought was going to be just a plain and simple friendship, turned out to be much more than that.

But I was so hungry for some sort of companionship I was ready to accept anything. At the time I was at a loss even to understand my sexual leaning. I had made a complete mess of trying to make it with girls, who just didn't seem to want to know and, although there was something inside me that made me aware of being attracted to other guys it was blurred and unclear.

After my teenage years I got along with managing my sexual needs by masturbation and using other means to stimulate myself in a frenzy of divine body reactions, like when I used to experiment with myself, discovering how nice it was to gently plunge different things into my back passage and take them out again. I guess I ought to have realised my true sexual leaning then but I was so naive the notion never occurred to me until much later when I met John.

Thinking back it was remarkable how I used to enjoy just being me, alone with a couple of cushions on the floor, a side mirror so could watch what I was doing to myself. Trying things like screwdriver handles gradually increasing in size and watching how my anus stretched with lashings of lubrication plastered over the insert.

Then I went on to boom handles and anything I could find which I thought may be exciting, like curved handles and things, sometimes with ridges which would make the feeling more sensual.

Then I discovered just how good was the feeling to walk about with a thing still inside. But the problem was it kept popping out so I made some sort of elastic contraption which I tied and arranged around my hind, so as to keep the cheeks together and prevent it slipping out.

I created a real nice feeling I remember and not long after that, when I discovered I could buy anal vibrators from a local sex shop it started a while new world for me alone in my bedroom and I discovered all sorts of ways and methods to fuck myself.

I cannot imagine now, just why I did not imagine what the real thing would be like. The vibrators were always a substitute for a real time relationship when my shyness always got in the way.

This way I had no need t get involved in a committed relationship, but of course I was unable to realise just how emotions can add to the sexual experience. 

Looking back, I guess I was a sad guy and now, meeting John and having him take such an interest in me I was ready to take on something more than just substitutes could give me. So when he touched me for the first time in the back row of a cinema, I lost all concentration on the Bond movie playing and felt the so wonderful sensual reactions which were accumulating in my body.

"Is that nice Alex?" John whispered, his hand gently squeezing me there.

"That is wonderful, John."

It was nice feeling him fumble over my jeans knowing that an erection was beginning grow. "Feels good, let me just unzip so I can feel you properly." He said.

And all of this started with a chance meeting in Asda, when I dropped a bottle of tomato sauce and he helped me clear it up.

He said that I looked like I needed assistance the way I just stood there looking helpless and awkward and he said later when we arranged to go to the cinema, that was when he first realised he liked me very much - and now there he was, touching me like that, so very bold, the opposite to me being so very shy.

It felt so wonderful, just feeling someone else doing it, unzipping my jeans and easing his hand beneath, rubbing me up over my boxer shorts. Something I had done to myself so many times, feeling myself gradually rising, masturbating until I reached a real nice ejaculation.

But now I realised just how much better it felt having someone else do it. The cinema was quite empty and there was no one sitting nearby so I felt no embarrassment when John started to massage me and suck me. It was so very captivating realising too that unlike when I was massaging myself I could not know the next move, and that was thrilling in itself.

I loved the way he felt and teased me there, his hand delving beneath my balls, cupping them as he gave me the most divine sucking. This was something I could never achieve with just me, myself and my play things. Thinking how mad I was in trying to suck myself off - and once, using a Hoover to assimilate the feeling, which was a complete disaster leading to an injury which I had to nurse for a couple of weeks, during which time just the thought of sex made me hurt.

But now I closed my eyes and just felt the surge begin as John's suck became stronger. I knew I could not hold back and he knew it, he showed me a handkerchief and after another short sucking he wrapped it around my erection and found a delightful way to jerk me off to oblivion and soon I was there, so full and strong. John's hand gradually slowed and I still felt the surge.

He whispered it was wonderful and I knew then I could no longer be happy with just myself and I, because John had really brought me out and we were about to share a whole new and wonderful relationship together.

I zipped myself up and felt good and so happy. But I wanted to do something for him, but he would not let me. Instead he suggested that we leave for his place and then we could really relax and discover each other completely.

I did like the sound of that. It was like all my former inhibitions which were mainly due to my acute shyness were quickly dispersing and I was starting to think how stupid I had been, that I had missed so much in my adolescence because of it. But now was the time to put all that to rights and who better with than divine, wonderful John who had really showed me just how right and good it was to be with another who shared equal aspirations.

He gave me another quick squeeze as I arose from my seat which was so heavenly. It made me feel wanted and desired and already the emotions were coming into the picture. It was one thing to be satisfied physically but it was the full works knowing I was now emotionally involved too.

John wanted me to understand that. He wanted me not just for my body but for the person I was. That somehow he found my shyness very attractive and sexual.

He was some lovely guy and driving home with him in the driver's seat I felt right. I knew what all this was leading too and wanted that. Somehow my whole system was geared up to it.

The sheer thought of touch and feel and all that goes with it appealed to me in a way I had never known before. This was it I knew it. The time was right to let John deep into my being and my life - and I was ready. The feeling was there, the sexual urge pumping in my groin, the feeling too that I enjoyed when fucking myself with those vibrators. Yet, it was all so cold. It was just m making it seem warm with something so very clinical. Now I yearned for flesh and blood. John's flesh and blood which made my spine tingle,

How was it going to be like the first time, How would I feel. I aimed to give him my very best whichever way and I told him so.

His free hand grabbed mine and squeezed and I knew we were for keeps.

The silent thoughts in my head;

Fuck me John as hard as you like I long to feel you inside me The need is there and the passion too Just waiting and longing for you.

I longed to get back to his place. How would it be I wondered? He was so nice and easy on the eye. In fact I just couldn't wait to ravish him.

But soon, after coffee and biscuits my wish was granted. John had been to the bathroom which I thought was just to do as nature calls. But when he reappeared there he was in just the most gorgeous and enticing red G-string and no more, looking very tasty and attractive. Straight away I felt my heart strings palpitate and, when he came and sat next to me on his black and red leather bound settee it was so very easy to just touch him, to feel his cheek against mine as he guided my hand down to him in the most delightful; way and when I felt it for the first time it was so much better than ever I'd imagined with those awful substitutes.

"No take it as it comes Alex. You better get used to it because this is going to be a regular visitor." I felt him prompt me to feel him. I studied his credentials which suited me perfectly and squeezed that gorgeous real life cock over his G-string. I don't know what scent he used but it really geared me up to want to do all sorts of wonderful things with him.

It was so lovely to feel and let my hand instinctively explore his everywhere. And to see his agreeable response was warming. It felt so wonderful as it started to grow with my gentle massage. I wanted to see the whole thing raw and gently helped him slip of his G-string.

"Perhaps you'd like to put this in your pocket to keep under your pillow at night" John said with a knowing smile. "Just until, if things go well with us, we can live together."

I relished the thought of sleeping with him, imagining just to be able to enjoy him every night, have him nested against me to do as he wished with me. He watched as I pressed the G-string into my face. It was something that really turned him on and immediately his cock reached full strength.

"It feels so beautiful" I said. The touch and smell made everything so right for me. The odour and nectar of sweet honey cock, that is what it smelt of as I rubbed my palm into my nostrils after a nice lengthy rubbing of his p-hole.

"That is so nice Alex. Make it stronger. You know what to do. Like how I did it with you in the cinema. Now it is your turn."

I enjoyed touching and stretching it a little more, It felt so hard and stiff. I thought of just how clever it is that just blood and flesh could become so very stiff. Considering there are no bones or muscles to create that wonderful stance of ripe throbbing cock standing up for attention. Now I was gearing myself up for my very first taste of pure unadulterated cock and it was divine. I gently squeezed his balls, just gently to help him crave for my mouth. They felt heavenly and as I moved my mouth to his towering strength I just gently teased back his foreskin which nested nicely around the ridge of the head.

He shuddered as I started to lick him there, accumulating enough spittle to make it nicer. He groaned and prompted me not to stop, his fingers running through my hair as, with one hand I massaged his balls and the other, grasping the base of that desirous length as I simply let myself go, and went to town licking him all over, before the final plunge of hot stiff cock into my mouth.

And when it happened it was like I had done it many times before, The feel and taste and the smell of him all combined made it a very special moment I shall never forget. The moment I first sucked sweet, sweet John to oblivion. The feel of his hands clasping my head as I sucked and balled him, experimenting with taking it all, the whole seven inches into my mouth and dipping into my throat. It was so nice and for once I felt completely part of something wonderful and new. I just knew this was the beginning of something special. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the suck immensely. 

Soon I heard John gasp and tell me he was soon to cum, I guess to let me know to hold back if I did not want him to cum into my mouth. But I did. I never imagined I would or could, but with John it seemed perfectly natural to do so. I just wanted him in every way and that meant also to feel his sperm shoot into my throat, for it was part of the wonderful; guy I wanted to be with forever.

It was soon there, I cannot explain just how magic it was, to actually feel the strong spurt of hot creamy liquid engulf my mouth. He changed position onto his knees and fucked my mouth for the second cumming, and I was like a subordinate servant, stretching out my tongue to take it all into my throat and suck it all dry.

And that was just the first fuck. The second just an hour later, when John had recovered was going to be inside me. We had both discussed that and we both wanted it. And the soothing of sweet smelling lubrication with fingers teasing my opening was heavenly, but that was not all. John showed me just how good it was to be really lavished in the most lusty way`, and when he sucked and licked my ass it was perfect. The whole of my world was turned upside down as he had me sprawled over the arm of that leather settee, stretching my ass cheeks so wide apart. Then the warm feel of his licking and tasting me, his small finger inserting and rimming me, then another finger stretching me wider and wider. Soon I would be ready for the ultimate fuck and I so looked forward to that.

"It will hurt at first a little Alex" he warned but I didn't mind, I just wanted his fuck and the sooner the better.

"I am gonna' fuck the sweet smelling ass off of you Alex" he said having had his fill of me in his mouth, holding up his new and fresh erection.

I puckered up my rear for his service and waited for the first touch of cock. No more fucking screwdriver handles of anal vibrators now. From now on it would be the real thing and together we had an awful lot of fucking to do, every which way.

It felt so good that very first entry accomplished when beautiful fresh cock wallowed inside my passage. Pressing and squeezing it open for the full conquest. And soon I was feeling just how it was like when he plunged the whole length into my ass. At first the pain as it stretched me deep up inside, but then, the gentle thrusting that said he was fucking me, actually fucking me, Just to think I was actually being fucked real time by a real human being that enjoyed me as much as I did he.

It was so good and so complete. The first fuck was quick, but the next about a half hour later, when he had been freshly sucked, was better - the feel of his balls bouncing against my thighs as he fucked me bare- back, The total pleasure when he stopped inside me and just let the throbbing flow, the feel of that big throbbing cock searing inside me was beyond words can describe.

At the end of the day I knew it had been well and truly fucked. John laughingly telling me that was obvious the way I was walking.

"I shall want much of that Alex" he said when it was time for me to leave, slapping my ass firmly. I felt on top of the world. John was some special guy and I looked forward to next time.



The Real Thing



Back at the bar, I found Tom entranced in conversation with a couple of girls. He was surprised to see me, but thankfully didn't ask for a blow-by-blow account of what had transpired. 

"Hey there Alan, this is Rachel," he said pointing to a very tall red head. "And this is Toni." Toni was an extremely cute blonde dressed in the tightest leather skirt I had ever seen. Her breasts struggled to stay confined in the equally tight top that was manually tied at her cleavage. "This is my very good friend, Alan." All eyes were upon me, the girls smiled warmly. "I know Rachel from college," he continued. "And she's the tallest girl I know with the best legs in the land." 

"Oh Tommy stop it," the tall red head said coyly. 

"What are you drinking Alan?" Tom asked me. 

"Eh just a beer please," 

Tom stood up. "Sit down Al. They don't bite, well, Rachel does but that's a long story." They all laughed again; I sat down next to the smaller of the two girls and Tom disappeared from view. 

"What do you do Alan?" I was asked. 

This always embarrassed me, but I was too honest for my own good. "I sell lawnmowers." 

The two girls looked at each other, stifling a giggle I am sure. "Well I'm a nurse and she's still at college," Toni said. I couldn't help watching her prominent cleavage as she spoke. I tried to ascertain if they could be the same size as the ones I had moments ago had in my grasp - they must be close. The polite banter soon dried up after an explanation of how, with the lawnmower business being seasonal, we had to do other equally exciting things such as renting carpet cleaners and industrial equipment. Although I tried not to make it obvious I had breasts on the mind, when Toni yawned I cast my eyes downwards once again and took in as much of the shadowed area between them as I could. 

Thankfully Tom returned to bolster the conversation and protect the girls from death through boredom. They greeted him with gratitude for the drinks that he spread about the table. Then he was off and running: charming and outspoken, holding the constant attention of the two young girls. 

We kind of turned into a foursome for the rest of the evening and I was nervous of being seen by anyone who knew of my relationship with Jane. I would have packed myself off for an early night to lessen the chance of being seen, but I just couldn't tear myself away from opportunity of being in the line of sight of Toni's tits. 

Finally last orders were called and a decision on what to do next was to be made. Tom made it quick: "Right, its all back to Toni's place to continue the drinking!" 

By this time I'd had enough alcohol, so attempted to request a coffee when we arrived at her third floor flat. The place was decorated as only a girl would decorate - but pleasant and very cosy for this time of the evening. The coffee was refused on the grounds that it would be too boring. Who was I to fight off that ever-present peer pressure, so I opted for a small measure of whiskey that once in my hand turned out to be filled to the rim and void of dilution. 

Upbeat music was chosen but lasted only two songs when Rachel changed it for a slow softer sound. Her intention was becoming obvious as she took residence on the same seat as Tom. By natural selection, I tried to keep Toni entertained, wondering if I should mention my looming marriage. I chose not to and continued to treat her to some lawnmower selling anecdotes. She sat on the floor by the fire, close enough for me to keep a budding interest on her breasts, but too far to emulate what Tom and Rachel were starting. They were treating each other to the whispering of `sweet nothings' and occasional stolen kisses. Rachel's legs were stretched out to full length as she sat on Tom's knee, turned in to face him. 

I could see that Toni was taking more of a passing interest in events on that side of the room. Even as I spoke directly to her, she watched her friend enjoying the closeness of Tom. I shut up and joined her in observing our respective acquaintances. 

Silent moments passed, broken only by soft murmurings and sighs from the couple within our view. I turned to steal another look at Toni, sat with her legs curled under her rear; the tightness of her skirt gripping her thighs, giving me a fresh voyeuristic fortuity. Her sex appeal stung me as overpowering; the relaxed and warm atmosphere in the room, along with the added incentive of alcohol induced confidence, spelt out the next move I was to make. I made for the floor, smiling as I lay in the proximity of Toni. She was startled, but not enough to send me on my way. Perhaps she too thought that this was the right thing to do given the circumstances. She relaxed and I suppose awaited my next brave move. When no move was forthcoming, she helped me out by stretching out her legs and moving into a more comfortable position. My mouth became uninvitingly dry as I took in the sight. I'm not sure if it were her or me that brought our bodies even closer to a point of significant contact. Fact to face, side by side, suddenly one of my hands was on her skirt, feeling the coolness of the material. She sensed me tremble but helped me out again by guiding this hand upward to come to rest on one of the breasts I had spent the evening eyeing so blatantly. She circled my hand for me, demonstrating the way she wanted it touched. A wicked smile appeared and she signalled me silently to turn and observe the goings on to the rear of me. There was Rachel with her skirt hem now waist high, kneeling across Tom on the chair. It was difficult to see for sure, but it was pretty obvious that he was actually fucking her. His trousers were still on but his fly was undone and they were truly joined at the hips, gyrating very slowly; grinding and swaying gently. The expression on Tom's face was one of concentration. I could only see the back of Rachel's head, but by the sound she emitted, we both knew what she thought of this activity. 

Whilst I continued watching my friend skilfully fucking the lean redhead, I didn't notice Toni slip a hand through my own now open trouser front. Then I was aware of her touch directly on my cock. Her other hand had unclipped the back of her skirt and she was peeling it down over her bare legs. Tom had seen this happening and managed a smile in acknowledgment. 

As shell-shocked as I was, once Toni's semi nakedness was finally revealed to me, I complied with the directing of my hand to the top of her raised thighs. She then left me to me own devices, with decisions to be made about what direction to take. A kiss was now upon me, so my hand took the only course of action left open to it - slipping under the elastic of her tiny panties to the warm area inside. This area was decidedly damper than that of the object that lay at home in my own bed. Her thighs clamped around my hand, drawing it upwards. She squeezed nonchalantly on my cock to indicate approval of my interest in the inner areas of her body. But the squeeze took me to the point of no return and I spurted a small quantity of fluid across her wrist. This time she was startled and showed no sign of regaining the composure she'd shown when I'd first lain down beside her. She quickly withdrew her hand and sat bolt upright, giving a thunderous expression of disdain. 

I quickly fumbled my bewildered penis back into my trouser front, turning away from her as I did so. I saw Rachel looking over from on top of Tom, her hand over her mouth to conceal the most obvious laugh I'd ever witnessed. She quickly concentrated back on her own situation, not before whispering something into Tom's ear. 

Toni had run out the room and I was left alone, ashamed and emotionally exposed. I stared expressionlessly at the floor, listening to Rachel's moaning increasing in volume and frequency. My plight was bad; the future loomed gloomily - instead of evoking the excitement a marriage to the woman you love should do. 

Rachel let out one final wail, and I couldn't resist looking over. Her head was thrown back and she was biting hard on her top lip. Tom's eyes were closed and his face contorted as he stopped himself from joining in the sexual chorus. She flopped forwards and they hugged stilly for a moment. When she began to move off Tom, her long legs merely inching backwards, I saw Tom's cock unplug itself with a pop from her grateful body. They were both smiling contentedly, watching each other's eyes closely for endorsement of their mutual satisfaction. They both found what they were looking for, and Rachel smoothed back down her skirt, her eyes still not leaving Tom's. "I'll just go and check on Toni," she said in a hoarse whisper like she had almost lost the ability to speak properly. 

Tom nodded and remained silent until she had left the room. Once the door closed, he looked towards me as he made the effort to tuck back his cock inside his trousers. I saw now the difference he'd spoke of earlier; his cock, even now a disappearing hard on, was immense, quite significantly larger than the times I recalled seeing it flaccid, and much over twice the length of my very own. Right now to think of my cock was the worst thing to do, I was definitely not going to speak to it for a while - after all - it had let me down in public. 

"What's with you mate?" he said, once safely tucked away. 

"Well I wasn't expecting this to happen. I guess I lost it a bit. It must be the drink." 

"But if you had gone through it earlier with Mandy, then you should have been a bit desensitized, surely." 

"Well I didn't exactly have much luck there either." 

He looked confused, but I thought that now wasn't the right moment to go into the details of my liaison with Mandy. 

"Tom!" Rachel shouted for Tom from behind the shut door. He walked over to open it, adjusting his crotch crudely as he stood. 

"What's up Rachel?" 

"Could you help Toni out a minute?" She asked. 

I could hear Rachel's voice, but she remained outside the room. Tom hesitated, considering something. "What do you mean honey?" 

"Well she's in a kind of bad way you see," she continued. "I thought you might be able to do something for her." 

Tom turned to look back at me. "Oops mate," he said. "It would seem that my services are required for a female in distress." He gave me a wink and shut the door behind him. 

From the room and the crouched position in which I remained, I could hear Toni's distress being relieved. She was certainly nosier than Rachel had been. But perhaps the privacy of a bedroom had allowed a more creative session to ensue. 

I wondered where Rachel had gone off to, when she opened the door and entered the room with two steaming cups of coffee. 

"Here you go Alan," she spoke to me. "They'll not be too long I hope." She smiled on hearing a particularly loud scream echoing down the hallway. 

As we waited, conversation was scarce, eye contact was even rarer, but I committed myself to drinking the coffee as hot as I could to take my mind off this painful episode. 

When they both came back into the room, I was glad to see that an effort was being made to bring things back to normality. Tom made some skilful small talk that brought everyone back onto even terms. I even found myself sobering up and enjoying the feeling of the attention being directed away from any sexual goings on. 

"You'll have to get this sorted out," Tom said to me as we walked back towards my house. It was still dark, but only just as the wee small hours turned into bigger numbers. We hesitated outside my bedroom door, remembering the presence that lay inside. 

"What about Mandy?" I said, my hand reaching out to the door handle. 

"So what happened before?" he whispered. 

I told him about my attempt to couple with the doll. If he was amused, he made a good job of hiding it. 

"Oh shit," he remarked. "So you came before you had a chance to penetrate?" 

I nodded. "I kept the light off and I suppose my body was fooled into believing it was the real thing, so acted accordingly." 

"Mmm, this is worse that I thought." 

"But I liked the feeling of the doll." 

"I thought you hadn't properly felt it." 

"I hadn't, I mean its tits and pussy." 

"What you mean you fingered it?" This time he failed to hide his amusement. "Come on, let's both go and meet her now." 

With that I opened the door and we entered the bedroom. The duvet covered the doll; just a glimpse of dark hair could be seen on the pillow. 

"I'm going to help you mate, I promise you." He said. "Right come on, take your trousers off." 

"God Tom, I can't do that." I protested. 

"Just do it Alan. You've seen me screwing a girl. There is nothing to hide; it's the only way I can help you sort this out." 

I pondered momentarily; thinking that what Tom knew about me couldn't really be any more embarrassing than going along with whatever he was about to suggest. 

"Alright," I nodded, and dimmed the light switch. I sat on the edge of the bed and removed my trousers as instructed. My penis hung limp and sticky against my testicles. "This may be difficult, you know, to get it bigger." 

He politely didn't look between my legs as I remained sat on the bed. 

"Well this might do it," he began. "Imagine Jane on your wedding night removing her long white dress. She stands before you, stockings and a bra that keeps a firm grasp of her swollen breasts. She's aching to find out about the pleasures that can be got by feeling you deep inside her, but she's nervous and needs you to lead the way. You take her hand and pull her into you. Her curves are against your body. Here is the woman you love just about to offer her virginity to you - the way she looks, you know, would drive any man wild; any man. But you've got her and you sure as hell want this to last as long as you can. She takes one step back from you. She's close enough so you can still feel her breath, warm and slightly laboured against your cheeks. He hands crisscross over her chest. In unison, they pull down the straps that hold her breasts from sight. Her bra falls. She's now looking so deeply into your eyes; she's offering you her body completely." 

I looked down at my cock, stirring into some kind of life as Tom continued to plant this image in my head. I cleared my throat. "Right Tom, I think I am ready." 

He now cast his eyes to see what all the fuss is about. His face grimaces slightly. "Alan, he says. "It is small isn't it?" 

I look down to where his eyes have befallen. My cock, standing in a semi erect position, lifted slightly from its usual resting position. "Well maybe compared to yours Tom," I tell him, managing a smile to give me back some of the confidence he just knocked out of me. 

"It's not just the length Alan," he goes on. "But it's really thin, I mean really thin." His eyes are especially examining me from across the room, and then he suddenly remembers what we are trying to accomplish. "Right. Come on then slip under the duvet and let's give this a shot." 

Although I felt quite tired, and my body was overwhelmed by an early morning sobering up sensation, I concentrated in following the instructions of my experienced friend. I lay down next to Mandy, this time aware of the strong smell of rubber, and pulled the duvet back over us. 

"Right," Tom continued, taking on the tone of a schoolteacher. "For now, that's Jane lying beside you and she's nervous about what's going to happen. So you reassure her with some soft kissing and a slow caress of her neck and arms. Don't go straight for her tits, give he a chance to relax." He pauses in order observe if I am listening. "Go on then Alan, start it off." 

I begin to kiss the latex material of the cheek, deviating from his direction by running my fingers through the fine hair on the head. I hear him acknowledge my progress, and both my hands disappear under the duvet to initiate the foreplay. 

"So does she feel good to you? Are you getting any harder than you were?" he asks me in a quite whisper. I don't turn around to him, but manage to nod my head as I work my lips on the neck. "OK then," he continues, satisfied that I am past the first phase. "Maybe brush very softly against her breasts as if by mistake while you feel her side. They're bigger then Jane's aren't they?" I can't resist stealing a bit more than a slight touch of her breasts, but Alan couldn't see exactly what my hands were up to. I squeeze a palm directly across one of the unmistakably firm tits, the feeling fooling my cock into thinking that Mandy is as real as it gets. It works, and I feel my cock perk up in agreement of my actions. 

Suddenly I feel a draft on my back as I realised that Tom has pulled the duvet off the bed. "I thought so, " he says, "that hand of yours is getting you carried away, slow down man." My hand withdraws from its attention to her breasts, and I wonder if I can actually continue this with my friend seeing it all. 

"Right, OK, lets not worry about that now, I don't want to spoil the mood here," he suddenly assures me, perhaps sensing my discomfort. "Try a finger and tease the outer part of that pussy there, I can see your getting worked up. Maybe we should cut back on the foreplay and see if that helps things for now." 

I'm thankful that he has decided to take this course of action, thinking that the most embarrassing thing would be to come before I got the chance to enter her. "Slowly, very slowly, roll on top of her as you work a finger in to get her ready for you." My hand is already one step ahead of him and feeling its way through the pubic hair. I remembered the feeling from before as a single digit presses its way directly inward and upward, the ease of movement through the soft waxy surface, almost inviting more fingers to join the first one. I gently massaged the finger back and fourth. "That's it Alan," Tom said, she's ready for you now." 

I was ready too and moved my whole body across the dolls, using my spare hand to open the legs. "This is important Alan." Tom began speaking quietly again. "Try blocking out what you're doing from your head. Think some un-sexy thoughts, try saying the alphabet backwards." I knew what he was saying made some kind of sense, so I aligned my thoughts away from the perfect body below me. I removed my hand from between the legs and took up the only fucking position I knew. My cock slowly entered where my finger had been, the latex material widening easily, the cavity receiving me as it was designed to do. 

"Now slowly Alan. S-l-o-w-l-y!" Tom's voice was louder now, and I realised he had to do this to be heard over the beginnings of my own moaning. "Slowly move your hips," he shouted again. I began the movement, my mind in turmoil to try and ignore the wonderful feeling that was building. I was on my third mild thrust when I could hold back no more. Conscious that I had an audience, I tried to avoid clenching my buttocks as the orgasm rippled through me. As my fluids leaked out for the third time that night, embarrassment and shame forced me to grapple for the duvet to conceal my quivering torso. I could hear Tom voicing his disappointment, but he tactfully attempted to offer some encouragement at the same time. "OK Alan, it's OK, we'll get there, you're obviously just a horny bastard." I couldn't look up to meet his eyes, scared that I would discover his true reaction. He continued contributing some forced encouragement before telling me he would see me later on. The words "Don't worry mate" rang through my head as I heard the door close behind him. 

3

I met Jane for lunch later on that day. She kept asking me if I was feeling well, saying I looked worn out. I did feel tired and my head throbbed constantly, but my thoughts were locked on my impending wedding night, a nervous churning dwelling deep in my stomach. The more I looked at her, the more the feeling persisted; the shape of her breasts uncharacteristically obvious today, and her bum covered tightly in light blue denim. I saw the challenge ahead of me: to satisfy this beautiful woman who was soon to be my bride. 




The Real Thing



Jane had no idea of the sexual presence she possessed. Being a man, I regularly observed other men glancing admiringly at her - despite her usual propensity for wearing non-flattering clothing. She simply skipped through life oblivious to the power she could impart on anyone of her choosing. I was lucky in the fact that I had merely been in the right place at the right time, when her family thought it wise she take a husband. But I wanted things to be perfect for us. We did talk about sex occasionally; and given the right mood, she would tell me of her excitement of beginning that part of married life. She admitted that, despite her sheltered upbringing, she had touched herself in bed and found the feeling entirely pleasurable. Since hearing this from her, I had used the image of her nervously fingering herself during many of my own wanks, although I had not shared this with her. She did however know of my one time experience with a woman and found this acceptable; saying that at least one of us would know what they were doing. I sensed that once we were wed, if I managed to introduce her to a decent sex life, then she would develop a hearty appetite for more of the same. I longed for that moment, but due to my recent activities, I envisaged it being more difficult than I had always believed. 

The idea came to me after the next few attempts to increase my staying power through use of Mandy and her various holes had failed completely. Each time, I allowed myself time to mentally prepare - I concentrated intensely, trying various modifications to my technique. I tried rear entry, tried bouncing Mandy on top me, tried it standing, sitting, kneeling; with condoms, rubber rings, lubricant, desensitising cream. I spent four full days after feigning illness to get off work - morning, noon and night - on the floor, against the wall, on the hard chair, soft char, and carpet - even in the bath. Mandy never complained, but each new erection ended with a brief session, me puffing and irritated waiting for my next erection to arrive. After the second day, I just needed to look at Mandy and my thoughts would turn to screwing her - but my excitement, like my hardons was short lived once I penetrated her plastic pussy. I even took to dressing her up in underwear or fully clothing her and going through the process of undressing her before mounting - trying to catch her off guard. The underwear actually made it worse; Mandy looked perfect in black stockings; once or twice I had relapsed and soiled the stocking tops whilst journeying to my very temporary home. 

In all the times I went through the motion of making love to my `practice' girlfriend, I never got beyond five light thrusts. A few times I tried increasing the speed in order to beat my own personal best, but got to all of three thrusts before the inevitable happened. Admittedly, if I did it this way I could continue the momentum for another six or seven jabs before my cock wilted and the action became futile. Perhaps I could fool her into believing she'd been the recipient of ten rapid thrusts before I had intentionally called it a day. 

When Tom came round to assess my progress, I refused to give him a demonstration. He saw the bucket load of tissues by my bed and remarked that I'd been a busy boy. After half an hour of avoiding answering his inquiry, I finally came clean and blurted out dishearteningly that I wasn't improving. He displayed genuine concern and tried to make me feel better by saying it may be different when it came to `real' practice. I was not convinced. He said he would dispose of Mandy for me, theorising that if I forgot about it entirely then it could make it easier. He was a true friend, I saw that, but I couldn't bear to let Mandy go. 

It was then I made the suggestion: Would he take her virginity for me on our wedding night? He was speechless to say the least, confused by my despairing proposal. I explained that if we set it up properly then we could fool Jane into thinking it was me. 


"And how the hell would we do that?" he asked, looking at me seriously, almost questioning my sanity. 

"Well we're bound to do it with the lights off that's for sure." I replied. 

"But how?" he protested. 

"You could be in the bathroom. I could say I need the toilet and we could swap over then." It was a simple theory, one that at that moment I believed could work. "We're of the same build, well most of us. If you get a haircut and have a close shave, then I'm sure we'd pull it off. Theirs no way Jane would ever suspect foul play." We both fell silent for an extended minute. I could see his expression was one of deep thought and obvious consideration of my idea. 

"But afterwards?" 

"Well we swap back as right away." 

"No I mean, the next time you do it." 

"Yes but by then she will have the lasting memory of the session with you. I'm sure she'll forgive me a few failed sessions. And she'll be eager for some of that practice that we have been talking so much about." 

"God Alan, it will never work," he said. "Or would it? Oh hell I don't know." I could sense he was in the process of convincing himself. I let him ramble for a few minutes, gong through the pros and cons of carrying out such a preposterous idea. He finally joined me once again in silent deliberation. 

"I may regret this," he eventually stated. "Well you may regret it more than me but OK, let's do it." 

I had talked him around. It would work. 

4

That evening I spent in the company of Jane and her parents. Jane and I were comfortably close on the couch and her mum and dad sat opposite us in silence gripped in a tense game of scrabble. I developed an erection that would not disappear as my thoughts continually altered from Mandy lying patiently at home waiting for me and the scheme Tom and I had developed earlier. I couldn't decide between the two distinctly different thoughts, which one was exciting me more. The image of Tom screwing my pretty new wife certainly got my heart thumping at an incredible rate - thundering the blood straight down to my penis. And the memory and knowledge that after I said goodnight to Jane I could go home to a sure thing with Mandy. The first thought gave me the erection and the later one helped keep it in place. I was sorely tempted to make a quick visit to the toilet to dwell on the thoughts in private but I resisted - enjoying the warmth inside the crotch of my jeans. 

"Your quiet tonight honey," Jane whispered so as not to disturb her parent’s concentration. "I've a lot on my mind,” I replied, capturing an instant thought of Jane whispering in this way to Tom but thinking it was me. The anticipation was building with just four days to go until our big day. I recalled the girls from the other night; of seeing or rather hearing the reaction Tom brought about from the girl who sat on his lap. Would Jane emit similar noises? Would she come with Tom? Would her first time be all that she anticipated? I rather hoped she would and would gain a taste for more of the same. 

As Jane said goodbye to me at the front door we joined in a lengthy kiss. She whispered to me that she was eager to be together as man and wife - a way that only she could put it. Actually during the kiss I was aware of her breathing intensifying and face flushing to a degree I had never witnessed before. I genuinely believed she was longing to begin her long awaited sex life. I couldn't help but imagine how wet she must be right then - to a point where she would be confused, due to her lifelong innocence, about how her body was reacting - but liking the feeling and hoping for more and more. 

As I walked home I found a new urgency in my pace. The friction on my erection, helped along by this thought of Jane's body being at the disposal of Tom, ultimately made me come. I paused for a moment in the dimly lit street and allowed the pulsating to cease. I was thankful that the street was quiet - realising how my grimacing face might look to a passer-by. 

As the erection I'd maintained for the majority of the evening began to dwindle, I felt it retract through the stickiness that was now present inside my boxer shorts. I had to disappoint Mandy when I finally tumbled into bed and I opted for a simple uncomplicated cuddle instead. Through the night however I felt that familiar twitch leading to me being thrown into instant wakefulness which could only be halted by one thing. I'm sure Mandy didn't even stir as I gleefully poked my cock into her ever-ready hole. The digital clock by my bedside gave the game away - the digits signifying the minutes remaining the same at the beginning and end of my connection with her. 

Tom arrived early the next morning. I was aware of a light knocking - intruding within the half trance I had managed to put myself in at some point through my designated sleep period. The usually simple process of getting off to sleep had become a long haul - taking my every effort to lessen the alertness my body had decided it desired. But the knocking soon made enough sense to force a growl as indication of my presence within the room. It took a hefty grasp of my shoulder to finally bring me around. 

"Hey man, wakey-wakey." I heard Tom's voice cooing lightly. 

I stirred, remembering Mandy's presence in my bed. Too late. 

"You still enjoying the company of that heavenly doll?" 

"Just kind of used to it being there now," I told him as I hoisted myself up onto my elbows. 

"Well get yourself dressed then. We're going shopping." 

I did wonder exactly what he meant, but decided not to ask until I was in more of state to take it in. 

When I did finally rise completely I was more than aware of Tom checking out my naked torso. I grappled with a pair of boxer shorts in a desperate urge to conceal my usually concealed parts. 

"I guess that our bodies are similar," he told me. "But Alan, I'm afraid that one bit may be a give away." 

"Do you really think it will be noticed?" I asked him, finally hiding the part to which he referred. 

He just nodded, but I could see there were many thoughts firing away behind his eyes. I sat on the edge of the bed next to Mandy; her opened mouth expression - the gape I'd kissed so often now - seemed like a smile - a large smile - as it happened too large to be any good for its intention - but a good size for dragging your tongue around. Her breasts were bared also; the softness in design of the fleshy parts that always kept their shape - culminating in the peak of each nipple, constantly erect - usually the focus of my attentive gaze when mounted atop her lean figure. 

"Would you like to see it properly?" he asked me. 

I turned back to face my friend, knowing exactly what the `it' was but not wanting to appear too eager. We watched each other's eyes for a sign of something - positive or negative it would have been good to see some kind of sign, but none was evident, I suppose it seemed quite logical to see exactly what was going to be gifted to my wife on our wedding night. I broke the silence: "But I have seen it before." 

"Yea." 

Another moment of watchful silence as I imagined again how it looked. "Well I suppose I haven't seen it close up." I managed a laugh in between my words. "But I suppose it's important to see what I have to live up too afterwards." I sustained the laughter, offering some light to a strangely serious moment between friends. 

"Hell I know what would be good," Tom declared eagerly. "How about if I do it with the doll right now so you can see what it will be like. To prepare you for the eventuality if you like." 

I pondered on his suggestion, then began a slow nod which ended with a reasonably eager endorsement to his suggestion. "Yes! Yes!" I proclaimed. "That's a great idea." 

"Right then, it's a deal. Give me a moment or two to get myself in the frame of mind and then we'll begin." 

"Fine." 

I left the room to give him his moment and took the opportunity to bring myself around by a ferocious splashing of cold water about my face and chest. I felt I would have to be as awake as I could get for this. The bathroom floor ended up being the recipient of the majority of the water, but I left the room unconcerned to wait outside my bedroom door for a signal. I could hear the sounds of my parents through the long halls of the house but tried not to let that put me off - now shivering - either through cold or a new found nervousness. I continued to wait, listening out for the call, wondering what preparations he meant - trying also to cast my mind forward a few days to what it might be like when we go through it for real, and if we would actually go through it for real. The call came; a tame rendition of my name from beyond the door. 

Tom was completely naked and keeling on the bed to the right of Mandy. One of his hands was around the doll, the other was holding onto the base of his semi erect cock. His cock stretched well beyond the top of his clenched fist, making the hand look out of proportion to its size. From below the fist, his balls hung heavily and acutely conspicuous. 

"Hope you don't mind if I miss out on the foreplay but I think it might not help me keep this going." 

I nodded. 

"Pretend that's the bit we did when you were out the room." He turned to face Mandy and I approached to gain a view of his technique. He began to massage his foreskin gently down the shaft of his cock then let it return to its resting position. I could tell that he was not as hard as I'd seen the other night - obviously he was having trouble substituting the real thing. This soft momentum continued for a few more strokes, and then he walked his knees over the bed towards Mandy. When he was close enough, both his hands freed themselves and took hold of a leg each. They lifted them up gently; spreading them and at the same time easing them back. Mandy continued to stare beyond Tom, her mouth in that permanent state of awe. Once he felt comfortable with the position he'd got her into, he positioned his hips between them, then I watched as his cock disappeared inside the slit. It was a slow process, not as I had imagined - well not like I had practiced anyway. The shaft of his cock had to work its way up and Tom had to grasp her shoulders to present himself with a little more leverage. I saw the latex material finally give way to his cock then he must have decided this was enough penetration as he started to move in the traditional manner. All I could really see at this point was his buttocks clench then unclench as his lower body moved to a steady rhythm. He kept it up and up and up then increased then slowed back down. I moved closer to gain a clearer view, aware of my own hard on developing in reaction to the sight. A single bead of sweat trickled down his back as the pace of his thrusting reached am extended rapid rate. 

I began to wonder how long he was going to continue the demonstration of precision lovemaking. Perhaps it was the fact it was a rubber doll that was delaying what would have happened to me long ago. But he continued to continue. Maybe he was showing off; maybe he was allowing me time to consider this happening to Jane. Quite the opposite however, this made me more eager to see Jane on the receiving end. My cock tented out the material of my boxer shorts. I began to clench my buttocks to the same timing as Tom continued upon Mandy, making the muscular contraction force my tightening testicles upwards. This went on for as long as I could hold it back, then I reached an orgasm that jetted the fluids directly into the internal material of my boxers. I couldn't resist a moan and had to squeeze the tip of my cock to contain some of the outpour that my muscles continued to send into existence. 

I noticed that tom was helping himself along with a hand grasping the area of cock he'd not sent inside of Mandy. This combination of wank and thrust I could now see was going towards helping his cause; his eyes shut tightly and finally his breathing had broken that normality barrier. Thankfully I could see that orgasm was imminent. I didn't want him to see that I myself had come, so quickly wiped the end of cock and surrounding area with a tee shirt that was handy. When I looked back, his buttocks were in a prolonged clench and he was biting his top lip - an indication I was sure that he'd gone the distance. And I was correct in my assumption; his momentum ceased but and he lay still on my Mandy with one leg bent upwards over her midsection. 

"Well how was it?" I asked him, to try and lighten the moment once again. He turned to face me and gave me what I suspect was as an embarrassing smile as Tom could ever have managed. 

"Quite difficult." Was his reply, then he was up and pulling back on his trousers before any further words were spoken. I took the chance to do the same after searching my cupboard for a clean tee shirt. 

Once composure was regained, we conversed about the incident. Tom was quite negative about the whole experience, continually remarking that you couldn't beat the real thing. He was concerned that I would be put off going through with our arrangement, but I kept reassuring him that I wanted it now more than ever. 

"What about the object of this exercise?" he asked. 

I had trouble remembering what the object had been. "Err," I began. "You mean the differences between our bodies?" 

He nodded. 

"Your arse is quite like mine." We both laughed. Thankfully. 

The rest of the day we did spend shopping. A strange thing for two guys to do together, but Tom's suggestion, and original intent for visiting me that morning was to purchase underwear for Jane to wear on the honeymoon night. We opted for more than one outfit; not being able to make up our minds and Tom saying that it might be nice to get a bit of a surprise. Black and electric blue were our preferred purchases; black all-in-one strapless bodice with a high cut bottom-half and attached suspenders; electric blue two piece slip and G string panties with a lacy see through front. I had no idea which of the outfits Jane would prefer, not having been that daring before, but would offer her the selection to make her own choice. The last buy of a few pairs of shear stockings forced the sales girl into fits of involuntary raised eyebrows and no doubt presented her the topic of conversation during her coffee break. 

5

As the day made its way closer, the usual kind of pre wedding nerves began taking up the majority of my time. My excessively concerned family took over the fine art of coordinating activities. I was allowed to sit back and relax as everyone panicked for me - but I found relaxing difficult to achieve. I concentrated on the circumstances leading up to now as the final countdown to wedded bliss approached. My family and peers slung advice around in my direction; concerned about my well being, my state of mind, my thoughts; little did they know I was happily distracted - concerned not for the ceremonial arrangements - but for the post nuptial consummation. I hadn't been away from Mandy for such a long period since she had been inflated. But when the buzzing around had ended and the fuss and arrangements for my happy day had passed, I found myself with time to kill. I requested some time to contemplate my day, and everyone was only too happy to oblige. My bedroom was the place to murder that time and who best to be with than my air filled friend Mandy. 

My heart drummed out a heavy beat which somewhat aided in the flow of blood towards my mid region. I found no difficulty in spouting an instant hard on once the duvet of my bed was pulled back to reveal the flesh tones of Mandy. I could wait no longer, in such that my trousers only got as far as my ankles before I was poking around in search of relief within the shape of her rubber ringed hole. I found the focal point of my thoughts too easily and slid inside to. But the sliding was void of any resistance; a difference was apparent. The friction that I was used to experiencing was missing. I rotated my hips in circular motion to discover just where the usual gripping edges of vaginal walls had gone too. The expression on Mandy's face seemed to change to one of sheer disappointment and I realised as I stared into her gawking eyes the reason for the change. Now that she'd experienced the sensation of sex with Tom, or rather the difference in what he had to offer, she unwittingly made her choice obvious. My cock was no longer able to pass off as one fit to grace the confines of her cunt. She's been stretched beyond my capability. 




The Real Things



Hi, my name is George Tasker and I'm the author of the Agent Hooters adventures you'll find on this site. If you haven't read any of them, they're a kind of parody putting Anna Nicole Smith in the role of a sexy secret agent. What you're about to read is a 100% true recount of an adventure that happened in real life to me less than a week ago.

Well, there I was, sitting at my computer and as usual heading straight to www.literotica.com to check out my email. You see, I'd just submitted 'Back To Secret Agent School' a few days earlier (if you haven't checked it out please do, it's a cool interactive Agent Hooters adventure), and was getting a lot of great feedback from the readers on it.

I happily scanned through the first couple of email, both were very positive, then I came to a rather surprising and unusual message:

This message contains feedback for: GeorgeTasker
About the submission: Back To Secret Agent School
This feedback was sent by: annanicolesmith2001@hotmail.com

Comments:

Hi George..... What an incredibly wonderful way to present a story!! I loved it...Soooo much time invested!

Thankyou!

Anna Nicole Smith

P.S. And yes, I have read and enjoyed your other Agent Hooters stories...Very cute…I'm extremely flattered

*DO NOT hit the REPLY button to respond to this email.*

Hmmm, I frowned at the screen and reread the message.

"Anna Nicole Smith?" I said aloud. Someone was obviously messing with me. I quickly shot back an email:

I know you're not the real Anna Nicole Smith but thanks for the compliments anyway.

To my surprise a reply came back in less than a minute, whoever was at the other end must have been logged in as well.

I AM THE REAL ANNA NICOLE SMITH. And I'm as big a fan of you as you obviously are of me.

Well I had to give it to them that they were persistent.

Prove it.

I replied then waited patiently for the response. This one took longer as the person must have hesitated. I was just about to give up when another mail popped into my inbox.

Okay, I'll meet you. Then you can see for yourself. Where do you live?

"Meet me?" I murmured aloud in surprise. Whoever it was didn't want to back down. Could it really be her? And did she really like my stories?

New Zealand

I sent the email back, this was the clincher, I was on the other side of the world from Anna Nicole Smith. I was very curious to see how the fraudulent Anna would respond to this. Surprisingly the reply came back very quickly.

Okay then George. A plane ticket will be waiting in your name at the Auckland airport to fly you to Texas. My driver will meet you at Houston airport. I'm looking forward to it.

See you there

Anna.

I froze at my keyboard, they were serious. Could it be Anna Nicole Smith? This time it was my turn to hesitate in replying. Perhaps it was a psycho stalker. Perhaps it was a joke, but what would it hurt to go to the airport and check? And if it was really Anna how could I turn down this opportunity to meet her in person? I couldn't.

OK

And then that was it, no more emails. I leaned back in my chair, my thoughts racing, this was incredible. Then I noticed that I had a hardon. And I hadn't even read any of the new Literotica stories yet. The mere thought of meeting Anna Nicole Smith had got me rock hard.

"Holy shit…" I breathed. I logged out and switched off my computer then went into the lounge to my video collection. I pulled out the Skyscraper movie which featured Anna Nicole Smith and had been the inspiration for my Agent Hooters stories. I fast forwarded to the scene where the bad guy bends Anna over a desk and plays with her big tits. As the movie started to play I pulled out my hard cock and stroked it. About ten seconds later I exploded, before the scene had even finished. My cum spurting from the end of my cock and splattering over the television screen.

Damn, the idea of meeting Anna Nicole Smith and seeing her big tits in person had got me horny!

I cleaned off the screen and went to bed. My thoughts were racing as I thought of meeting Anna. I didn't get a lot of sleep that night, but when I was sleeping I had fantastic dreams!

***

The next morning I got up early and phoned the airport.

"Hello, my name is George Tasker and I was just checking if I had a ticket waiting for me to fly to Texas?" I tentatively asked the girl at the other end of the phone line.

She paused a moment and I heard her fingers tapping on a keyboard, "We sure do Mr Tasker, your flight is in 2 hours so we need you to check in within the next 45 minutes."

"Thank you," I said softly, hanging up the phone. I still wasn't sure if I believed it all.

"Holy fuck!" was all I could say. 

Despite my trepidation I packed my stuff together quickly and called a cab to the airport. Once I was there I picked up my tickets and the check in booth. The woman who I spoke to on the phone was there and she was quite a looker, with a nice looking rack under her blouse. Normally I would have flirted but I had too much on my mind. I double checked the tickets and they were all correct. It was the real thing!

The flight to Texas was the longest few hours of my life. They ran a connecting flight via Los Angeles and by the time I go there I was exhausted and jet lagged.

I made my way through customs and had to smile when I was asked if my trip was for business or pleasure. I definently said pleasure.

My next surprise was waiting for my at the Houston airport. A tall black man dressed in an expensive looking black suit was holding a sign that read 'Tasker'.

"Hello?" I questioned uncertainly.

"Mr Tasker?" the man queried back.

"Yes I'm George Tasker," I said, reaching out and shaking his hand.

"My name is Miles, I am Miss Smith's driver and I'm here to pick you up," he said.

"Okay, great," I replied as he helped me with my luggage and we made our way to the front of the airport where he loaded my gear up into a stretch limo. Either this guy was a psycho who had put together a very expensive and elaborate trap for me or I was really on my way to meet Anna Nicole Smith. At this stage I was more than willing to take the risk.

I got into the back of the limosine and was driven through Houston. It was a kind of dream-like, surreal journey where my mind was still trying to grasp the concept that I was about to meet the woman who has stalked my fantasies and wet dreams for years.

It took about two hours to get through the busy Texas streets, then out onto the open road for another hour before we finally reached Anna's ranch.

Miles stopped the car and got out with the intention of opening my door for me, but I was already out. He smiled tolerantly and then grabbed my bag from the back of the car.

"This way please Mr Tasker," he said, leading the way up the stairs to the massive oak front doors of the house. Miles pressed a buzzer on the side of the door and within about ten seconds a well dressed butler opened the door.

"Good afternoon Mr Tasker, my name is Geoffrey and I am Miss Smith's butler," he said.

"Pleased to meet you Geoffrey," I said, anxious to meet the lady of the house.

"Miles, would you put Mr Tasker's bags in the guest room please," he said to the chauffeur before turning back to you, "Miss Smith is waiting for you in the den, just through those doors," he said to me, pointing to the doors to the left.

I took a deep breath to prepare myself, the moment had finally arrived. Then with my stomach doing somersaults I walked up to the double doors to the den, pulled them open and entered. I was about to meet Anna Nicole Smith.

She didn't disappoint.

Anna was sitting on a plush couch looking more gorgeous than she had in any of her movies or photographs. Her blonde hair looked silky and luxurious and framed her perfect face that was made up with bright red lipstick, accentuating her full, pouty lips. She wore a casual outfit comprising of a tight pair of jeans and an even tighter t-shirt. The t-shirt was a 'Hooters' one much to my delight and stretched taut across her expansive bosom. In person her breasts looked even bigger than I could possible imagine. They were high placed and well rounded from what I could tell, and my cock stirred at the mere sight of the ample mammeries.

"George?" she questioned, standing up.

"That's me," I said, my voice almost cracking with nerves.

"Wonderful to finally meet you in person," Anna said warmly, coming across the den to greet me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. I almost let out a moan as I felt her generously curved body press against mine, her big tits crushing against my chest. It was probably my imagination but I was sure that I could feel her nipples discernibly poking into my chest as well.

"I can't believe it's really you," I stammered as Anna took me by the hand and led me over to the couch where we sat side by side. As I mumbled a few more inane things she poured us both glasses of red wine and sat back on the couch.

I paused a moment to once again take in the view of the gorgeous blonde. She was in great shape, looking very trim and toned compared to a few of the more uncomplimentary paparazzi photo's I'd seen in gossip magazines. But unsurprisingly her most striking feature was her ample bust. It stretched against the Hooters t-shirt she wore and I could even make out the texture of her lacy bra she wore beneath.

Anna chuckled, "Well you can be sure it is me," she said with a warm smile, not that I saw the smile of course, I was far to busy staring at the way her ample bust filled her t-shirt so nicely. Her tits were beautifully rounded and looked almost as big as my head. I desperately wanted to bury my face in her bosom.

"I guess you weren't bluffing then," I said, still talking to her enormous chest.

To my surprise Anna suddenly reached out and raised my face with a soft hand under my chin, she pointed to her face with her other hand, "My face is up here you know."

I blushed deeply, tearing my eyes away from her immense knockers to look her in the eye, "Sorry," I said rather sheepishly.

Anna chuckled again, "That's okay, I get that all the time. My boobs are a little bigger than the average pair."

I allowed myself another quick glance down at her chest but was sure to look her in the face again before I spoke, "To say the least."

Anna took a long swallow from her wineglass, "Like I said in my email, I'm a huge fan of the stories you write."

"Really?" I asked, raising an eyebrow, "That surprises me."

"From the way you write you're obviously a huge fan," she said, then her grin seemed to turn a little wicked, "Sure some of the scene's are a little degrading, but they do turn me on."

I'm a big fan of something anyway, I thought to myself, sneaking a quick look at her tits, which swayed slightly under her t-shirt as she spoke and moved on the couch.

"This is so unreal," I said, grinning and shaking my head as if to clear my thoughts.

"What?" she asked, cocking her head slightly.

"All of this…you," I said, "I can't believe I'm sitting with Anna Nicole Smith, the real thing, in the flesh!"

"You're repeating yourself George, I'm real, trust me," she patted my knee reassuringly and shocks of pleasure went through me, I felt my cock stir at her touch.

Well here goes, I thought to myself, "Can I see them?" I asked aloud.

"What?" asked Anna looking a little confused.

"Your breasts," I said.

"What?!" she replied her tone shocked and she almost looked a little angry.

"I'm sorry," I said, blushing and turning my head.

"Don't be," she said, patting my knee again, "You just took me by surprise, is all."

"Sorry," I said, looking down and still not catching her eye, "It's just that I've dreamed about your breasts for so long. Written stories about them, watched you in movies, and now I'm meeting you for real and I thought…" I let the sentence drift off and glanced up at Anna's face. She was still looking kind of shocked, but her initial anger seemed to have softened.

"Thought what?" she asked, sounding genuinely interested.

"I thought I might be able to see them, to make my dreams come true," I replied quietly.

Anna bit her lip and thought for a moment, "Okay," she said at last.

"Really?" I asked, my face lighting up as I looked back up at her, she was grinning.

"Sure, why not?" she said with a shrug. She then untucked her 'Hooters' t-shirt from her jeans and pulled it up and off over her head. My breath caught in my throat as I caught sight of her bountiful jugs, encased in a lacy white bra. Impossibly, they looked even bigger without her t-shirt on, the massive orbs swelling against the white lace of her low cut bra, ample flesh welling up like two giant balloons and threatening to pop free at any moment.

"Oh god," I moaned softly as she arched her back and reached behind to unclasp her bra. The movement thrust her chest out even further, her giant tits swelling forwards towards me, mouthwateringly close.

And then I saw them, the real things.

She unhooked her bra and let it drop forward off her big tits, they spilled out over her chest larger than life. The ample orbs of her breasts looked massive on her slim frame, they thrust out from her chest and were topped by smallish hard nipples and dark areolas.

"Wow," I breathed, and wanting to maintain my momentum I reached up gingerly with both hands and cupped the ample swells. Anna gasped slightly but didn't protest as I stroked her big tits, letting the flesh fill my hands as I cupped the huge orbs.

"Fantastic," I gasped, giving her large boobs an ever so gentle and tender squeeze, not wanting to get too carried away with her yet and ruin my chances of fun. My hands slid over the full expanse of her breast, stroking the vast flesh and letting her nipples scrape across my palms. I gave her tits another squeeze, a little firmer this time, then found her nipples with my fingers and gently pinched them.

"You like?" Anna asked, looking down at my hands as they roamed her chest. I softly began to squeeze and fondle her big tits now, the massive flesh welling up between my fingertips as I applied a little more pressure to my gropes. I looked up to see Anna's lips parted and a frowned expression on her face as if she wasn't sure whether she was enjoying this or wanted me to stop.

Stopping was, of course, the last thing on my mind. "You've got wonderful big tits," I murmured, fondling quite vigorously now, almost mauling her lovely swollen breasts. My fingers again seized her nipples and I pinched on them quite hard and tugged, lifting her big breasts slightly up off her chest. I then shook her nipples and watched with delight as her ample tit-flesh jiggled and shook across her chest, I thought I could almost hear them sloshing the way I was shaking them about.

"Can I taste them?" I asked, looking up at her as I resumed squeezing and massaging her big honkers.

"Ahh.." she paused, gasping slightly as I gave a particularly hard squeeze, "I'm not sure…"

I didn't wait for her to finish and leaned forward, sucking a hardened nipple into my mouth and working it with my tongue and lips. Anna moaned as I held her big tits by the undersides, lifting them for my mouth as I lapped at first one nipple then the other. I was in heaven. I worked across to her other tit and sucked forcefully on the nipple, trying to get as much of her big breast into my mouth as I could. I then buried my face right into her deep cleavage, using my hands to press her tits against the side of my face as I ground my face into her buxom chest.

"Mmmfph!" I moaned around a mouthful of tit, using my tongue to roll Anna's hard nipple. I heard her moaning above me as I swiped my tongue along the underside of one heavy breast then licked my way over to her other nipple. She was obviously getting turned on, time to make my next move.

I stood up from the couch, pausing only momentarily to take in the sight of the topless actress before pushing her down so that she was lying on her back along the couch. Anna then gasped in surprise my still didn't move to stop me as I unbuckled my belt and dropped my trousers and underwear, my thick cock springing free, erect and hard as a pole.

Without waiting for her permission I straddling her on the couch and moved up her body, resting my heavy cock on her chest between her heaving breasts. She groaned in surprise as I slide my hips further forward, wedging my cock in her cleavage.

"I've been wanting to do this since I first laid eyes on you Anna Nicole Smith," I said, getting a thrill from using her full name, as if to remind myself who I was about to titty fuck. She stared wordlessly up at me with wide eyes filled with anticipation as I reached down and took hold of her big boobs, one in each hand. I gave them a brief, lusty squeeze, then pressed them together around my hard dick, forming a deep, pillowed sheath.

"Oh yeah George," breathed Anna as I tightly grasped her big tits and moved them up and down against my shaft, wanking myself with her massive breasts, "Fuck my big titties!" she gasped.

With that I began to move my hips against the tugs I was making on her tits, sliding my cock up and down through her deep cleavage with increasing speed.

"Oh yes!" I gasped, really going to town now, humping her boobs hard and fast, and tightening the grip I had on those lovely big boobs of hers. The flesh of her tits was jiggling and shaking around my hands as I fucked her chest, turning me on even more. The friction against my cock was surprisingly good, despite her chest being slick with sweat and my precum. I knew I would not last much longer.

My hands squeezed tight on her breasts as I tit-fucked her with increasing vigor, the head of my throbbing penis appearing at the top of her cleavage with each thrust then vanishing back into the fleshy pillows of her tits as I drew back.

"Oh god," I murmured, I could not believe it, I'm actually fucking Anna Nicole Smith's magnificent hooters! With each thrust through the slick valley my cock was getting harder and my eruption closer. My fingers dug deep into the firm flesh of her tits as I pumped faster and faster.

Then as the head of my cock drove up to the top of Anna's tits, she actually leaned forward and licked it as it appeared. I moaned and felt a trembling in my balls as I drew back for another thrust.

"Not much longer," I told her in a strangled groan as she licked my cock for a second time.

Then, I could stand it no longer. Releasing her much abused tits I grabbed the top of her head and pulled her up as I thrust my cock lustfully into her mouth. She groaned around the thick shaft as I rammed it into her throat. At the same moment I exploded, pumping my cum straight into her mouth. Anna desperately swallowed as I shot rope after rope of hot sticky sperm directly into her, spending my lust.

I looked down as my orgasms subsided and Anna began to suck on my still twitching cock, cleaning the last of my seed from the sticky pole. Below me the gorgeous blonde actress had my dick in her mouth! It was almost enough to make me cum all over again.

After almost a full minute of her cleaning and sucking my tender dick it became too much for me and I sat back, my cock popping from her mouth with a heavy sucking noise.

"That was incredible!" I gasped, lying back on the couch, "Absolutely incredible!"

I wondering for a moment if, by shoving my cock in her mouth, I had gone too far. Then to my surprise Anna sat up, her breasts slick with sweat and some of my cum.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" she asked me, her voice a husky purr. She then leaned over and sucked my limp, sticky cock back into her mouth. I sat up and groaned in surprise, my dick was super sensitive in it's post-orgasm flaccid state and Anna's wet sucking mouth almost drove me insane.




The Real Things



She sucked and slurped and licked at my member, cleaning it thoroughly. My dick stirred slightly against her tongue, turned on by her submissive act of cleaning my spent cock in her mouth.

"Why, thank you," I murmured, stroking the top of Anna's head as she sucked on my penis. To my surprise my supposedly dormant cock stirred again, stiffening ever so slightly inside her hot mouth.

"Not so fast big boy," said Anna, lifting her head up briefly from my cock to speak, "You've had your fun, now it's my turn."

With that she dropped her head back into my lap and swallowed the entirety of my now slightly hard manhood. As the gorgeous blonde actress hungrily sucked the life back into my dick she reached down and undid her jeans, peeling them off without removing my cock from her mouth. The sight of her beautifully pear-shaped ass in a skimpy, white lace g-string made my penis tremble and grow even harder. I was practically fully erect and humping up towards Anna's sucking mouth as she slipped off the last skimpy piece of clothing she wore.

With me still lying on my back on the couch, Anna turned herself around. Her skillful lips never leaving my penis as she moved to straddle my face in a kinky 69 position. Anna's gorgeous, neaty trimmed pussy was now about a foot away from my face. She was obviously not a real blonde, but the sight of her beautiful cunt meant I didn't really care. I reached around her hips and grabbed handfuls of her tight round ass and pulled her down onto my face, my tongue eagerly plunging towards her core. Anna arched her back and ground her hips down onto my face, my cock popping from her hotly sucking mouth as she leaned back and cried out with pleasure. My hands squeezed at her buttocks and I pulled her harder into my face, grinding my chin against her clit as I probed deeply with my tongue.

After a few minutes of my skillful oral attentions Anna was writhing in pleasure, distracted from her cock sucking by my rapidly flittering tongue.

"Oh God I want you George!" she moaned, climbing off my face and spinning herself around so that she was straddling my waist. She reached down between her thighs and grabbed a hold of my once again rock hard cock, aiming it at her dripping slit. Anna paused a moment, rubbing the head of my cock across her pussy lips and clit, stroking herself.

Grunting with urgency I reached up and seized her hips, pulling her down onto me, even as my hips lurched up off the couch and my cock rammed up into her more than ready pussy, impaling her.

"George!" she gasped aloud at my sudden entry and the way she was suddenly filled with my throbbing manhood.

"Oh Anna!" I moaned in reply, rolling my hips up against her and pushing deep. It would not last long, as turned on as we both were.

"I love the way you move," breathed Anna, leaning back slightly as she rocked against my rolling hips, riding my stiff cock. My hands slid up from her hips to seize the objects of my fantasies, her two large tits. I took them in my hands, all the while my hips fucking up against Anna's, and began to squeeze and knead the heavy orbs once again. Anna was moaning with pleasure, the feel of my hands roughly working her tits and nipples arousing her even further.

"Oh fuck!" she moaned loudly, my hands found her nipples and tugged roughly on them, "Oh George I'm CUMMMING!"

Anna Nicole Smith's whole body was rocked by a sudden massive orgasm as she screamed loudly with pleasure. I released her big tits and grabbed her hips, holding on for the ride as she undulated with pleasure. I felt my own release approached as Anna squealed and moaned, her cunt clutching around my hard cock, the sensations incredible.

"Anna!" I grunted, my hips pistoning up and intensifying her own climax as I exploded deep within her. I clutched onto the flesh of her hips and pushed upwards, endeavoring to sink my cock as deep and high in her as I could.

"Oh fuck yes," breathed Anna, her hips softly rolling as she began to come down from her high. My cock continued to twitch and empty itself as our loins mashed together. Once again I reached up to feel her big breasts, squeezing them and testing the weight in my palms. My hands rolled over the big, meaty orbs, trying to commit every inch of the beauties to memory as I luxuriated in post-orgasm bliss.

"Now THAT was incredible," Anna said softly as she remained straddling me, enjoying the feel of me shrinking inside of her. A few minutes later she finally rose up off me, my cock once again limp as it slipped out from her sticky snatch. She leaned over and planted a soft kiss on my cheek then sat back down on the couch.

Anna smiled over at me, enjoying the sight of my body as she watched me get dressed. Still naked, she stood up and walked over to me and pulled me into a rough, hungry kiss. As her tongue explored my mouth she reached between my legs and squeezed my package through my pants.

"Thanks for making my fantasy come true," Anna Nicole Smith purred before she turned and left the room without another word.

And that was the last I saw of the buxom beauty. About ten minutes later Miles entered the room to take me back to the airport.

THE END

Please note: The characters and situations in the above writing is entirely imaginary and bears no relation to any real person or actual happening. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. 

That said, this is a true story of an interesting encounter I thought I should relate to you all.