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The Second Time

By: curious2know



In an earlier story, I told you about getting fucked by someone other than my husband. It was for the first time. While I was getting the screwing of my life, he sat outside the motel in our car waiting for me. When we got home, we went to bed immediately. I had expected that we would both go to sleep since it was four a.m. 

As I turned my back to him, I felt his tiny dick pushing against myback. MY GOOD, HE HAD AN ERECTION! The first one in years, I might add. I immediately turned to face him and stuck my tongue in his mouth while playing with his dick. I had never seen him so excited and I planned to take advantage of this rare opportunity so I lay on my back and spread my legs. 

I expected him to mount me and fuck me for all it was worth. Instead,he kissed his way down to my pussy and started to stick his tongue in me. I was astounded because he had never gone down on me before. 

I pulled his head back and asked him to wait while I cleaned up because oral sex was something I had longed for since our marriage. He would have no part of it. Instead, he started sucking on my cunt and went wild tasting the stranger’s cum. (There was plenty there for him). I really lost it and had a great orgasm. Getting your pussy eaten was really as good as I had heard, even better. 

The down side was that he came while doing his thing and I didn’t get screwed. 

We woke up several hours later and he wanted to know all of the detailsof the previous night- how long his penis was, how many times he fucked me, and how many orgasms had I achieved and all of the details. 

“ Would you like me to do it again?”, I asked, already knowing the answer I thought. He didn’t say anything, much to my disappointment, but lay there. “ Okay”, I said. “ I thought you wanted it to happen as much as I did”. 

“ I do want you to get fucked by a stranger” he said after a long pause. “ Well, what is the matter then?” 

Another long pause, then “ I want to watch” he mumbled. I was stunned! “WHY? I thought the whole idea was for me to get what you couldn’t give me. How could you possibly enjoy seeing me getting laid with a man with a penis twice s big as yours and really enjoying it?” 

“It is something I have always wanted. I want to see your reactions, watch you cum, lick his dick and the whole nine yards”, was his response. “ But how can we do that? There isn’t anyone who will fuck me with you in the room with us-this is crazy”. 

“ I could hide and he wouldn’t have to know that I was there”. 

“ There isn’t any place for you to hide in a motel room and it is certainly too cold for you to stand outside the window. Besides, you couldn’t hear us”. 

“ You could bring him home and fuck him here and then I could hide, watch and hear everything you two were doing.” 

“ You want me to go by myself, pick up a lover, bring him home and spend the night with him in our guest bedroom so you can watch?” The more we talked, the better it sounded. 

“ No, I want you to screw him in our bedroom, in our bed”. 

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I was flabbergasted and couldn’t think of anything to say. Then, “ Our bed is special for you and I. I am astounded that you would want to sully something as special, something no one but you and I should share with anyone. Why, our children were conceived there, it should be kept that way, just you and I should sleep and fuck there”. 

No response from hubby, so I got up and fixed something to eat. 

I thought about how lewd and the nastiness of the whole thing, the possibility of actually doing it became more acceptable to me. A perfect stranger with a big dick violates our marital bed, me screaming and begging him to fuck me with Ken (my husband) there began to be an erotic turns on for me. 

After several days and me getting use to the idea, I started talking to him again. No mention was made of our conversation about what he wanted (me too at this point). Then about two weeks later we were setting in our den. He was watching television and I was reading an old Readers Digest. I brought up the subject again. 

“ Is that what you really want?’ I blurted out. “ What?” He asked,knowing full well what I was talking about- the bulge in his sweat pants gave him away. I just stared at him and said nothing. 

Finally, he said yes. “ You are aware that there are risks involved. Icould become pregnant, I could contact a sexually transmitted disease, you could become jealous, I could fall in love with my lover, anything might happen”. 

“ You would have to insist that he uses a condom and that he was disease free”. 

“ Are you sure that this is what you really want, you won’t get jealousand regret it later?” 

“Yes”. 

“What if I become addicted to picking up strangers and letting them havetheir way with me?’ 

“ That would be great!” “To see you lying there,begging for him tofuck you and taking his big dick in your pussy. That would be the best present you could give me- to show me how much you love me by doing this”. “ I can’t think of anything more thrilling than to see you take lover after lover and enjoying them all”. 

“ Ken I certainly enjoyed my first tryst and I am certainly looking forward to tonight. But I don’t know if this issomething that I want to continue on a long-term basis. We will haveto take it one step at a time. I f you would have, or will fuck me like I need it and want it, none of this would be necessary”. 

“ Secondly, if you want to watch me being screwed, you are going tohave to be a man about it instead of a wimp. You are going to have to sit in the bedroom and watch, not hide in the closet and act like you have some balls for a change”. 

A long pauses and then “Ok". 

Our next thing to be done, now that we decided that I would actually doit was to decide where, how I would dress, where I would go, what I would do. 

We first talked about going back to the country-western club where I had my first encounter, but I didn’t want to be sweaty from dancing and having to pull my jeans and boots off. We decided that we would try something new and that I would go to a hotel where there should be businessmen staying. 

We decided that Wednesday evening would be best since they wouldprobably be tired from their trip on Monday evening and they would be getting ready to return home Thursday evening and then go home Friday.  Tuesday might have worked but we thought Wednesday would be better. 

I selected a navy blue suit, white blouse, white see through bra and matching panties with a white bra and navy shoes with medium high heels. I felt being dressed this way; I would appear to a businesswoman out of town on a trip. I certainly didn’t want to look like a whore and if nothing did develop, We would go home, neither of use none the worse for our errant outing. 

Incidentally, I am five foot three, have thirty-four B breasts, a twentynine-inch waist and thirty six inch hips (a little big to be symmetrical but just right to cradle a man while he rides me, so Ken says). I have brown hair and hazel eyes. I weigh, on the average, one hundred, twenty pounds, holidays not included. 

We went to the Hilton around eight/thirty and I went in first .Yes, Iinsisted that hubby go since this is what he wanted, I planned for him to see the whole show. 

I had two drinks, looking the crowd over while trying to do so discreetly there were several unattached men and several were quite attractive. I would guess their age range wasfrom thirty/five to men in their earlier sixties. 

Absolutely nothing happened and as I was getting up to leaves, someone sat down next to me and he said, “Hi, my name is Lou". You look so lonesome sitting there, I wondered if I could buy you a drink and maybe we could talk for awhile?” He was rather attractive and the first thing I noticed was that his hair was slightly gray. I thought to myself that I had been down this road before, no limp dick on an older man for me! I didn’t want talking; I wanted action, not conversation. 

What to do? I turned to face him and deliberately spilled what littlethat was left of my drink into his lap, hoping to make it look like an accident. Then, I took the napkin where my drink had been setting and daubed at the crotch of his pants, pretending to get the drink up.  What I did get up wasn’t his drink; I had hit pay dirt! 

“ Yes, I would like that very much. I think we could really have an enjoyable interchange”, I said while looking him in the eye and slightly licking my lips. 

“ Interchange?” 

“ You know, like talking or something. You could stick something out and I could take it in. I bet we could have a good oral exchange and even come to a”--- there I paused and lay my hand on his leg. “ I think you know what I mean”. As you can see, I had wasted no time and cut to the chase. 

“ Would you like to go to my room and see what develops?” He asked. 

“ No, I live here in Oklahoma City and want to take you home with me”. 

“ Why?” 

I will let my husband tell you that if you are still interested, underthe circumstances “. 

Lou looked shocked for a moment, but quickly regained his composure. “ Fine”, he said. 

I motioned to Ken and he joined us. I introduced the two. "Honey; tell Larry what you want”. 

Ken said nothing. 

After a very long pause, I said “ either you tell him or I am going up to his room and leave you sitting here”. 

“ I want to see you with my wife” he stammered. 

“ Tell Larry what you want to see”. 

Another long pause and my little wimp said “ I want to see you make love to her”. 

“ You mean that you want to see him fuck me, while you play with your little weanie, don’t you? “ 

It seemed like forever and then he said in a barely audible voice, “ Yes”. 

“ Well Lou, now that you know what he wants, what I want, are you interested?” He was extremely willing to join us. 

I rode home with Lou and while he was driving, I pulled his penis outand played with it. It was around five and a half to six inches long. Just right for what was to come and I do mean come. 

I had envisioned that we would go directly to the bedroom and do ourthing. Man, was I ever wrong! Lou had definite ideas of how this was to go down. (Pardon the pun). When we entered our house, he suggested that we get better acquainted. I soon found out what he meant. 

Lou and I sat on the sofa and hubby set in a chair adjacent to the sofa. We were fully clothed at that time. My lover put his arm around me and kissed my neck and then nibbled on my ear. He caressed first one breast and then the other through my blouse. He kissed me and rubbed my leg starting at the knee and working his way very slowly to my panties. 

I was so hot I couldn’t stand it any longer. I grabbed him by the handand pulled him into our bedroom where the sheets had been turned down. Ken sat in the chair at the foot of the bed. We undressed each other and he lay me gently on the bed. 

“ Now, I am going to get the daylights fucked out of me” I thought.

WRONG, the fore play went on and on. Every orifice on my had body been licked and/or penetrated. My toes had been sucked, the back of my knees licked as well as my asshole not to mention my clit being sucked until it stuck out like a small penis. I don’t know how many orgasms I had. I was nearly exhausted and the best was yet to come! 

I spread my legs and pulled Lou on top of me. I grabbed his dick and placed it on my cunt and looked at Ken. 

“ Is this what you really want baby?’ His dick was out and he wasbeating it to beat the band. My answer was that he shot a load up at least a foot high. I guess that must have meant yes as he didn’t say a word but sat there breathing deeply. 

Lou was rubbing his dick on my puffy cunt lips teasing me. Enough was enough, I stuck a pillow under my ass and raised my pelvis up while grabbing his ass and pulling him all the way in .I screamed and had one orgasm after another. I was incoherent, screaming, “ FUCK ME, FUCK ME, OH PLEASE FUCK ME, DEEPER, STICK IT IN DEEPER! I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU DICK!!! MORE GIVE ME MORE. PLEASE. 

His balls were banging my ass on every down stroke and I pushed my cunt up on every up stroke and impaled him so that I wouldn’t lose contact with that wonderful cock! I spread my legs as wide as I could to allow him full penetration; I wrapped my legs around his ass and fucked him like there would be no tomorrow. 

Lou bent my legs back and put them over his shoulders. His speed increased from the long steady stroked he had been using to quick rapidjabs. I knew he was about to cum and this sent me over the edge just as he unloaded in me. I blacked out for a moment and when I woke up, his cum was running down the crack of my ass. 

There was a puddle of his cum and my cunt juices on the bed. I had made sure that we had fucked on Ken’s side of the bed. He wanted this so Lou and I left him a memento. 

I had completely forgotten about hubby. He looked exhausted also. The chair was a mess from his cum. (He told me later that he had come four times and his dick was so sore he couldn’t touch it until late the next day). 

I held Lou in me sucking on his dick with my cunt until he was completely flaccid. Then I rubbed his pecker on my tits, spreading his remaining cum all over them. 

All three of us were completely exhausted, I was totally sated and we all needed to rest. 

Ken wanted to join us in our marital bed but I told him no way! I made him sleep in the guest bedroom while Lou and I stayed where we were. 

We fucked once more during the night and I went to sleep with his dick in me. 

In the morning, he awoke with me sucking on his wonderful cock. We hadtime for one more leisurely fuck and then Lou had to leave. 

After he left, I refused to change the sheets and made Ken sleep in the mess my lover and I had made. I thought this would disgust and humilate him, but he loved it.

The Second Time



I had felt ashamed after my first encounter. I promised myself that I would never be with another man again. It was wrong. Morally… spiritually… and no one expected me to be gay. Least of all myself.

I am the oldest. I am the one that is expected to do things in life. To settle down and to raise a family. I need to get a job and be a role model for everyone. A gay man cannot do that.

I drove to campus and for the next two years I slept with as many women that I could. I shunned any serious relationships with women. Sex, sex, and more sex. It did not matter how old or what they looked like. My appetites went from sorority president to a married mother of two teen age children. The conquest of sex was what was important. The conquest of a female, to prove my masculinity… to prove that I did not and was not turned on by the older married man that made me cum so violently in the video booth… only to turn around and walk out on me. Yes. Sex, sex, and more sex.

There were sometimes that I would think about my sole gay experience, when I would catch myself looking at the other guys on campus and in the bars. How many looks and peaks I took during the showers and stalls were too numerous to count. But I counseled myself to drive it out of my head. To remove myself from that person and to go on…

I came home during the break. By this time in my life I had gained some weight. I had stopped playing college baseball and began to discover pizza and beer. I was not as attractive as I once was, and the nights of the pretty sorority girls were becoming more and more the older, uglier, bigger girls.

After I arrived home, my mother told me about our house guest. Steve, the gay older family friend that lived out of town. He was visiting for the holidays, and my mother offered him a place to stay.

He was considerably older than me, perhaps 15 years. I was never too sure. Throughout my life it was whispered that he was gay, but in my conservative household, the subject was never broached in a formal matter.

He was incredibly cute. Anyone, male(unless the strictest of homophobes)  or female would fawn over his looks and his squared masculine jaw and his perfect body. He had eyes to die for and the nicest smile. I think the thing that made him so absolutely beautiful was his demeanor. Always giving, polite, sincere, and blatantly honest. 

The first couple of nights we hung out as a group. We went to the local bars and stayed out all night. He had no problem of his being out, and routinely commented on the men throughout the bar. Announcing every now and then how much he missed his lover, and that no one should be away from their lover for more than one day let alone two weeks. Every now and then he would give me a look and a smile, and then look away.

One particular evening we came home from the bars and sat around the kitchen table. As we were all drunk we began to talk about sex and endowments. I laughed and said I had not been graced by any means by heredity…. I blushed. He announced that the only good thing his father gave to him was his size. I looked down, and then I met his glance from across the table and he smiled. I swallowed hard and began to talk about my sexual exploits.

As the evening faded away, gradually everyone left or went to bed and we were alone at the kitchen table. A friend of mine landed on the couch that was Steve’s bed. With an air of disappointment, he remarked that the floor would be good for his back. I then offered that he could sleep in my bed, since it was a queen. Without a trace of an argument he thought that was a great idea.

We went upstairs to my room. We began to undress. I had a pair of red silk boxers on. He had a pair of white briefs. His bulge was enormous. He remarked about my boxers, and said that they were cute. I smiled.

We laid down next to one another, and I wondered if he could hear my heart drumming in my chest. We began to small talk and then out of the blue he asked me if I had ever been with a man before. Until this time, I had never confided my darkest, deepest secrets to another soul. I had felt ashamed and embarrassed, but to him I did. I told him about the porn store and the tears I had afterwards. 

His demeanor changed, and he rolled over and faced me. He told me how wonderful looking I had become. That he had seen me change, develop, and mature over the years. And then…. That he had wanted me for some time. I swallowed long and hard… and admitted that I had been checking him out the entire time he was there. I rolled over and looked at him, and very slowly and cautiously he inched his face toward me and kissed me. 

I opened my mouth and my soul to him. I felt his grizzled face against mine… and I felt my heart pound inside of my chest. His tongue went back and forth and his hands wrapped around me and slid all over my body. Awkwardly I tried to mirror the same things and feelings towards him. Rubbing his chest… his arms.. his legs… his back and his shoulders. I was in an emotional and sexual dreamland. He was beautiful, and for the night I was his to do as he pleased.

He drew closer to me, and I could feel his cock harden against his underwear and against my leg. Slowly and rhythmically he began to grind on my thigh. At that time, his hands wandered to my boxers. My cock was not hard, yet, and he stopped his kissing. He asked if I felt ok To which I responded immediately yes. I was incredibly nervous. He smiled and moved down and began to suck on my nipples and rub my cock. My hand slid down to his underwear and began to rub his hardened cock through it. 

Slowly and surely he worked his way down to my belly and then to my cock. I arched my hips and he expertly removed my boxers. He looked at me and asked if he could suck my cock. I could only nod.

His mouth enveloped my cock. Working up and down like no man or woman had before or since. Suppressing all amounts of moans screams and pleasures I bit into my pillow and enjoyed his hot mouth all over my cock. I moved my hands through his short hair and began to move my hips to his deep rhythmic sucks…. Being on the verge of cumming I tried to warn him…. I tried to pry his mouth off my cock, but he violently shook his head no…. until I shot my cum into his mouth. Exhausted I panted, cooed, and raved….it was incredible. I wanted him so badly. I needed him so badly.

I looked down and his cock was incredibly hard. I asked him to fuck me with it. I begged him to fuck me with it. He took it out and began to masturbate in front of me. It sheer size was mind numbing. The bulge was only a slight indication. His cock was enormous. Ten inches at least, and incredibly thick. 

I got on my hands and knees, but he turned me over and told me he would not fuck me like that. He placed a pillow under the small of my back and began to work a finger in and out of my ass. I closed my eyes and moaned. He asked if I had a lubricant, to which I responded no. He spit on his cock and onto his hand and rubbed my tight asshole. Begging me to relax, but my body would not. He placed his hardened cock against my ass, but because of its sheer size it would not fit in. I felt horrible, as if I had let him down.

After a few minutes of repeated attempts, he told me that he did not want to hurt me, and that we should stop for the night. I protested and told him that we could not, because he had not cum yet, but he shook his head and said it was alright. There would be a time and place for that.

With that he rolled over and went to sleep. 

For nearly a half an hour I listened to him snore. I kept thinking and wondering about his cock. He had not offered me to suck on it, and in the same instance I made no real effort to suck on his cock. 

I got up out of bed, and remembered the Vaseline that was in the medicine cabinet, and retrieved it. This, I thought surely, would settle the problem. I went and retrieved the Vaseline, and locked my bedroom door behind me. I placed the Vaseline underneath the bed and crawled in beside him. He had rolled off his stomach, and he was now on his back.

He had replaced his briefs, and his bulge was semi-gigantic still. With a nervous hand I reached down and brushed his cock through his underwear. Slowly but surely, I felt his cock harden. The tip peeked through the waist band… and at that time I moved down and licked the tip. It tasted wonderful. I slowly pulled down the waistband and looked closely at his cock. It was so immense. So masculine. So strong. I began to lick the shaft and suck lightly on the head. I heard a moan escape from his lips, and I looked up and his eyes were still tightly closed.

I attempted to deep throat his cock, but it was so big that I could barely get more than three or four inches in my mouth. After about five minutes, I received no response from him. No hands on my head. No utterances of don’t stop. Just a continued sleep. A deep sleeper I thought. 

I stopped paying homage to his cock, feeling a bit rejected. Very rejected actually. And I went to sleep.

I woke up a couple hours later. It was about 6 in the morning. I was sleeping on my side with my back to him. During the night he too had rolled on his side and he had slung his arm about me. I slowly pressed my ass against his cock. And began to grind against him. Shortly he began to grind against me. I could feel his cock harden once again, and in no time his hand had moved down from my chest to my hard cock. He began to stroke it… and I began to fuck against him faster and faster. I turned my head towards him and pleaded with him to fuck me. He told me he could not. That he was too big, and that I was too tight. I then reached under the bed and produced the Vaseline.

Immediately he stopped rubbing my cock. And took the jar into his hand. He excitedly asked if I was sure. To which I said yes. The drunken haze I was in had vanished at this point. I wanted to be fucked.

I could hear him lubing up his cock from behind me. He began to rub and lube up my asshole. I asked him about a condom, but he assured me he was safe. Although I contracted nothing from him, it is amazing what the power of wanting to be fucked will do to you, and I succumbed to the thought of him fucking me with no condom.

He asked me to get on my back, but I shook my head. I wanted to him to fuck me either doggy style or to spoon me. He did not protest, and he slowly worked his enormous cock into me. I will be completely honest and say it did not hurt as badly as I thought it would Perhaps it was because of my desire, perhaps it was because of his gentleness a a lover… whatever the situation may be, before I knew it he told me he was deep inside of me. 

I bucked against his deep thrusts and he hurriedly fucked me, once he saw my eagerness, my aggressiveness to having his cock deep in me. He places his hand on my hip and kissed my on my neck and ear, and told me how much he loved my sweet tight ass. 

Before long I felt his body tense up. I felt his cock planted the deepest it had been, and then he gave a soft moan and pushed everything he had into me. I knew he had just cum. It felt wonderful. He held his cock inside me for what seemed like an eternity, and slowly pulled the half hard cock out of my ass. I turned over and thanked him. He smiled at me and said anytime.

With that I got up, got dressed, and began to eat breakfast. Knowing that my sex life would never be the same after that. 



The Second Time



This is another fantasy about my high school coach. I hope you enjoy…

I saw him across the room, dancing closely with a woman I didn't know. He was behind her, the backside of her body enticingly close to him, and I could tell he was enjoying it. He didn't see me come in, and I felt the thrill of anticipation as my friends and I moved toward the other side of the room. We grabbed some drinks and moved to stand near the dance floor by some people we knew. I, seeing Jimmy, separated from the group and went over to surprise him. 

I slapped his ass as I drew near him and said, "Hey, Coach."

He turned to me and smiled. "What are you doing here?" he laughed. "I thought you were out of town."

"Yeah, my plans changed." I replied. He was looking at me mischievously.

"What?" I asked him. He only smiled more broadly as he replied, "Nothing. Nothing at all."

I was a voluptuous woman of about 5'9" with green-gold eyes outlined heavily in liner and promising but not overly full lips that were naturally a pink-red I had to constantly work to sedate. My hair was naturally a dark blond that I highlighted a light golden color to add depth. I am on the thick side, but carry my weight well. I have large, round breasts and a flat stomach, full hips and thick thighs that curve into my nice ass. I was wearing a green wrap-around silk dress with long sleeves split up the sides, a low cut bodice cut to my belly button, and a wispy A-line skirt. My strappy sandals and long, flowing hair completed the outfit with a few small touches including my hoop earrings and glistening costume rings. I also had added a new accessory -- my thick, silver armband that shone on one of my upper arms. I, I must say, was a knockout.

That night we had a lot of fun. He doesn't drink, but he paid for all of mine. I had always wanted him, and had had him once, but circumstances were such that it was a one-time affair. He was about 5'10", with blue eyes and long, full lashes. He almost looked Hispanic -- the color of his skin was a tanned olive, but he was just a nice mix of black woman and white man. He was built like an athlete -- large upper body, muscles big enough to make any woman cream. His hips were slender and calves rounded, and he had an ass that made you want to bite into it. He had large, well-formed lips like most black men do and well-placed cheekbones that set up his eyes to seduce. His only fault was his teeth -- the front two on the top were in the shape of a "V" and one was longer than the other. But it was really rather minor; even as a "teeth person" who was kind of anal about nice teeth in men, I was able to overlook that flaw. He didn't have a flat stomach -- it was rock-solid muscle, but his physique was just not made to entail a washboard under his chest. It, along with the broad, thickly muscled shoulders and pecks, made him look bigger than he was.

Personality-wise, he was a bit of a gamer. He could charm little girls, crones, and women alike, but never left them feeling like he was a player. He was a nice guy; always helpful, thoughtful, happy. He said a lot of what he thought and not too much all at the same time. Even to those women practiced in the art of not melting by sweet man-words he was atrociously charming and unassuming. 

He was a black man, but not a thug, and highly educated as well. He really seemed quite simple until he opened up to you, then he let you catch a glimpse of his depth and it was very surprising. He coached and taught at a medium-sized high school and had degrees in history and recreation. He was really the full package: smart, educated, good-looking, charming, fun, and affectionate. But there was always the feeling that he was holding something back. That he was watching you and gauging you to see how you would react to the small tests he threw out. That for all his sincerity, he was not totally honest.

I think that's what drew me to him. The ever-elusive mystery. It was a challenge and I wanted to play him the way I knew he was playing everyone else. I would crack the lock.

At some point that night, a slow, sensual song came on, and he pulled me to the dance floor. He turned my back into his front and brought my hands down to my sides as we swayed to the music. His hands glided down the outsides of my arms and I leaned back against him, eyes closed in sensual overload. His hands approached my wrists and his fingers intertwined with mine as his chin came to rest on my left shoulder. I could feel his breath on me, moist and hot, blowing over the little hairs at the intersection of my shoulder and neck. He started lifting his hands, taking mine with his, raising my arms slowly until they were up over my head. He forced my fingers to twine with each other like hands held in prayer. Then he again trailed his fingers down my arms, this time on the undersides, over the thin skin of the inside of my elbows and the tender spots near the joining of arm to torso. He gave me goose bumps and my nipples had hardened. He was making love to my body, paying homage to it, in a public place. But it was anonymous there, in that club. No one cared who we were or what we were doing -- there were dozens of other people doing dirtier things on the dance floor than we. 

His hands continued their descent to rest on my hips, using them to drive my body to the music's rhythm. Back and forth he moved them, his fingers burning holes in my body, melting me in time and forcing me to be his alone. I couldn't feel anything else. I had no sense of time, no thought besides a primal yearning for him. My arms came down to twine around his neck behind me. He gently nibbled on the soft skin behind my ear, tongue softly dragging around the outside of my ear. My neck and nipples were a desert of goose bumps, and my breathing was becoming harsh and inconsistent. His lower body was not grinding into me, but I was aware of each and every movement he made with his pelvis; every brush, every touch ignited my lust more. The swooping circles my hips were making allowed for an intense contact in both of us. I was quickly dying a slow, hot death. I knew I needed him that night.

All of a sudden, the song ended. I guess I knew that it couldn't last forever, but it just seemed so abrupt...I felt lost for a moment. My arms fell from around his neck to my sides and I leaned up from his body, standing straight and on my own once again. I turned to look at him and found myself pulled into his arms, one of his big hands on my face, turning my head to accommodate his mouth. It was slow and enveloping, like being thrown into a bed of pillows. He used his lips well, taking my lower one between his big ones and holding it hostage to his tongue. He bit softly into the tender flesh, sending a spark of electricity through my body, eliting an animal need in me I had never felt before. I clutched at his shoulders, my legs no longer deeming to hold me. He put both arms around me for support, wrapping them around my waist with one of his hands splayed out on my back. He didn't stop kissing me for a second. His mouth continued its magic path of lust, and I could not think clearly for all the gold in Egypt. His kisses gradually became smaller and less enveloping, his arms relaxed their grip, and his body began its slow pull from mine.

I opened my eyes and he was looking at me. I was blinking rapidly, trying to get my bearings and make his face focus. His expression was a mixture of confusion and awe. I'm sure mine was a mirror. We looked at each other, oblivious to anything around us, trying tocome to terms with what had just happened. A sound penetrated my consciousness -- I jerked to reality, looked up, and saw a cluster of people around us, applauding. I felt my face flush and I raised my palms to my cheeks. Jimmy had the puffed-up look of a man who was just caught doing something very masculine. His hand came up to rest on the small of my back and he led me off the dance floor. My face red with embarrassment and my mind and body still shaken with current events, I went with him easily. I would have gone wherever he had taken me at that point.

He guided me out of the club and we walked down the street toward where I assumed he had parked. Slowly my mind was clearing and I started to come around.

"Jimmy! I don't have my purse or my phone and I didn't tell them where I was going..." I was quickly becoming overloaded, hands gesturing frantically.

"Hey, babe, it's ok," Jimmy's soothing voice was calm and reassuring. "Your friends saw you leaving and brought me your stuff on the way out. I have your purse and your phone and also your sweater. Everything's okay."

"Oh..." I said, suddenly feeling awkward. I took a deep breath and tried to decide how I was going to talk to him about what had happened. I felt such a connection with him on the dance floor -- our body chemistries must be perfect for each other -- but I didn't really know him. I didn't know what I was getting into and I knew that after sleeping with him once with no strings attached he might think he was in for the same thing. But I didn't want that anymore. I was done with loveless relationships and physical pleasure without intimacy. Besides, I was quickly deciding that I was more than in lust for this man. This man, who showed me how intelligent he was but how he had to hide that intelligence. The man who had made me love myself all through high school with his pretty words and affections.

As we reached the car I knew I was running out of time.

"Jimm..." I said as I slid into the front seat. I didn't even have time to finish his name before his lips were on mine. It was different this time; his lips weren't probing and asking anymore, they were demanding and harsh. He wanted me and I wanted him back and I didn't want the kiss to stop but it had to. 

I broke it.

"Stop." I said, my arms in front of me.

"Babe?" he asked. "What's wrong?"

I took a deep breath and looked at him. "I need to know what I am to you and what you want tonight to be, because if it's not what I want, I can't let this happen."

He was thoughtful for a minute as if pondering something. Then he turned his head toward me and looked straight into my eyes.

"Tori," he began, his voice soft and tender. "I have wanted you for years. I had you once and didn't pursue you when you didn't come back. I don't need to be inside you again, I need to be yours completely. Body, mind, soul. I want you, yes, but I want all of you. I guess tonight I was willing to have whatever you were willing to give." He paused for a minute, then said, "So what do you want tonight, Tori? Do you want me to take you back inside to your friends? Do you want me to take you home? Do you want to come over and play Scrabble? Or do you want to come with me and let me make love to you the way I have wanted to for two years?"

I reached over and cupped his face in my hands.

"I want to go with you," I said, " and I want you to make love to me tonight." Then I added, thoughtfully, "No Scrabble." 

I kissed him.

We drove to his house and parked. We held hands on the way inside and kissed by the truck, by the railing, on the porch, in the doorway...it took us a half hour to get inside. It was dark as we entered the house, and Jimmy held my hips as he guided me through to his bedroom.

He turned on a small lamp when we got there. He stood behind me and inhaled deeply, growling as he exhaled.

"You smell so sweet..." he mused. It was dim and I was in an unfamiliar place. I felt like I was dreaming very, very vividly. All I could think about was how he wanted me. ME. This man who had been my mentor, my trusted coach, now wanted me to belong to him. He had my body before; now he would take my heart. 

He turned me toward him, his eyes dark with passion. His hand gently tugged the built-in belt around my waist, letting loose the wrap-around dress from its hold around my body. I had a sheer deep-green bra on with a matching thong, and as the dress fell from it's tie, he could see everything.

"God, Tori, you are so beautiful..." His arms came up around me and into my dress, his hands hot on my back, callused fingers tracing the lines of my shoulder blades and spine as his mouth came down again to mine. He turned my head to accommodate his, his hand moving down my face to my neck, then my collarbones, and finally finding my breasts. His left hand cupped my right breast; fingers tracing my nipple through the thin fabric, feeling it harden as his lips and tongue worked intently on my mouth. He moved his lips to my ears then down my neck to my shoulders and used his mouth to slide my dress off my shoulders. Succeeding in pushing the dress off my left shoulder, he then trailed kisses across my chest to the other side, lingering on the beginning of my cleavage. His mouth slid the dress over my shoulder, and watched as it fell from my body. He stood away from me, eyes glued to my body as it was revealed. 

He said nothing, but his low growl let me know what he thought. He looked at me, and, eyes glued to mine, reached behind me to unsnap my bra. It fell silently to the floor, an offering to Aphrodite. His eyes broke from mine as he took in my nudity. He fell to his knees, hands on my hips, and kissed my sheer panties, taking in my smell and relishing the moment. His hands, then, found their way under the sides of my panties and began to slowly tug them down, inch my inch. I leaned this way and that, helping him to be rid of the last barrier I had. He smiled appreciatively at my naked pussy and leaned toward me to place his mouth where my panties had been, but I stopped him, wanting to feel his naked skin on mine.

I drew him up, standing him directly in front of me. He tried to lean in for a kiss, but I dodged it and pushed him back. 

"I need to see you," I said. I found the bottom of his shirt and pulled upwards, revealing slowly his stomach, then his chest, then and his shoulders. He looked like Zeus, muscles bulging, head high and proud, eyes smoldering with desire. I stepped forward, brazenly, and kissed him with my entire body, pressing against him in all the right places. Lips still locked with his, I unbuckled his shorts and coerced them to the ground. Then I slowly blazed a path down from his mouth, over his chest to circle his nipples, down his happy trail to the top of his black boxer-briefs. My hands came up to cup his ass and my fingers stole under the fabric, slowly dragging it down his body until they slid the rest of the way to the floor. I was eye to eye with his manhood, pointing northward and throbbing with need.

I was entirely too turned on. I was bold. I flattened my tongue and licked up the underside of his cock, around the head, and down to his balls. Then I sucked on them, taking each in turn and swirling my tongue around them, alternately sucking and licking on the hairy spheres. I wanted him to need my mouth before I gave him what he wanted. I wanted him to beg me for it. I dragged my mouth off his balls and up his shaft again, then down the other side. He was thrusting into my mouth, trying to get the entirety of his cock down my throat. But I wouldn't allow it. I teased the head some more, licking around it. I brought my hand to the base of his shaft and jerked him while my mouth teased his head. His face was contorted into a mask of intensity and pleasure. I reveled in the power I had over him.

Finally, my tongue slid once more up his shaft and my mouth enveloped him. He groaned and thrust into my mouth, trying to move the pace forward. I gripped his hips and made him slow. I didn't want to hurry this -- I wanted to enjoy it and make him remember it. I pursed my lips together to make a pseudo-pussy and began drawing his dick into my mouth slowly, letting him feel the pressure of my lips and, once he was past their makeshift gate, the heat of my mouth and wetness of my tongue. He was grunting his enjoyment and working hard against my mouth, in and out, slowly but forcefully. 

I suddenly and harshly pulled my mouth off him and stood, leaving him confused and disoriented. Before he could get his bearings, I pushed him backward onto the bed and kneeled between his legs, resuming the tonguing and sucking I had left only moments before. He groaned as my mouth once again enveloped his dick, but I wasn't playing anymore. I wanted to taste his cum in my throat. I began to deep throat him, using my throat muscles to create pressure and constriction once his cock was deeply embedded in my mouth. Then I would pull up, still sucking, and twist around his shaft as I moved my mouth toward his cockhead. I swirled, pointed my tongue and moved it quickly all around his shaft, then pursed my lips and started all over again. His hips began bucking into my mouth, his cock choking me as it went deep into my throat. I knew he was close. I sucked in all the air, making my mouth a sealed-tight chamber of eroticism for him and he bucked 3 more times before I felt him growl/yell his release as his hips still thrust into me. His hot cum landed on my tongue, my cheeks, down my throat, and I sucked it all up as he fucked my face. 

He at last came to a stop and, spent, whispered, "Sweet Jesus," as his breathing slowed. I pushed him over and laid beside him on my side, my hand on his chest and his arm under my head. I softly bit the underside of his arm, the side of his torso, his shoulder. I moved to his nipple, suckling it as I sucked on his throbbing dick.

As he came to, he turned on his side and pushed me on my back, raising my face to his, eyes delving into mine.

"Tori," he began, "that was the best fucking blowjob of my life..." and he kissed me deeply. I moaned as his hands roamed over my body; my shoulders, back, tits...everything was hypersensitive and needy of him. Even my lips were oversensitive, throbbing as he sucked and licked on them. I wanted him to suck on other things...

His hands got bolder, moving south and finding my pussy that needed him badly. I spread my legs slightly, allowing him to find my clit and gently massage it and my nether lips. Sharp jots shot through my body as he made slow, rhythmic circles on my supersenstive clitoris. My toes crinkled under and my back arched as his hand worked my pussy and the other pinched my taut nipple. 

Then he pushed a finger inside me. My high school track coach, now my lover...all my fantasies of this man were coming true. He pulled his finger out slowly and then pushed it back in. I lifted my hips to meet his hand, loving how it felt for him to finger-fuck me. He pulled his finger out and when I didn't feel it come back inside me, I frowned. Soon he kissed me again, and I felt his weight on top of me. But he didn't kiss me for long. He moved from my lips to my chin, down my neck, over my collar bones, down the slope of my breasts, biting my nipples then moving to my waist, my belly button, over my hips and into the crevice where my legs meet my pelvis. His hot breath moved along the inside of my thighs, hitting my engorged clit and tickling my lips. I arched toward him, wanting his tongue on me, to feel it in my secret pleasure places. His mouth and tongue danced all around my pussy as my lips throbbed and my hole wettened.

"Jimmy PLEASE!" I screamed and his hot mouth was on me, licking, sucking, and even biting my pleasure button. My hands were holding onto his ears, grabbing his head and pulling him into my pussy. I wanted him as close to me as possible. My body began to shake as his tongue made little wagging motions on my clit; back and forth the vibrations pushed my mind and body over the edge. My breath was coming in gasps and my face was red with need. I felt the orgasm blanket of warmth go down into my toes and I exploded into his face, my legs taut and my pussy bucking as my release came. 

"HolyfuckmygodIneedyoufuckingshityoumakemefeelso




The Second Time



This is an account of my second experience of swinging with my wife Ellen. It will focus on what I saw happen to her rather than me. 

Our first swinging experience occurred several weeks ago after twenty-two years of marriage. It was an evening that was some time in the making and our choice of David and Gloria as 'first time' partners turned out to be very successful. They had been swinging for a few years and knew how to put us at ease.

We found each other through an adult web site and met several times before deciding to go ahead into a sexual relationship. Arrangements were made to meet at their house for drinks at 7:00pm. We arrived on time, both nervous but excited and after an hour and a couple of drinks, made our way to the bedroom. I found it very erotic to watch Ellen with David; a little shy and quiet at the start; she became totally uninhibited, moaning, vocalizing and climaxing as she was fucked in various positions.

Afterwards, on our way home, we discussed the evening and agreed it was a huge success and wanted to do it again. I told Ellen how much I like watching her suck David's cock and being fucked by him. She said David managed to hit all of her buttons and knew how to please a woman. She definitely wanted him again, soon!

We kept in touch with our new-found friends via e-mail over the next few weeks and arranged to meet at their place again for our 'second time.' On Thursday, prior to our Saturday visit, David called to say that old friends from out of town were on a driving holiday and had asked if it was okay to visit. They were to arrive on Friday and stay until Tuesday. David and Gloria had swung with this couple several times and thought we would enjoy their company but understood if we declined since we were still beginners. I said I would discuss the matter with Ellen and get back to him.

My wife found the idea of an unknown couple exciting. If they were long-time friends of David and Gloria we reasoned, we should get along and of course there was no commitment to proceed if we, or they, felt uncomfortable. I called David and gave him the news. He was delighted and asked that Ellen bring something "sexy" to change into.

David welcomed us at the door, took Ellen's overnight bag and placed it at the bottom of the stairs. He steered us through to the kitchen where we met Christine and Rob. They were about the same age us but the big surprise was they were black. Christine was nicely built with large breasts and rich brown skin that many blacks have. Rob's complexion was much darker and he looked athletic and strong. I glanced at Ellen and saw she was flushed with what I hoped was excitement. We had often discussed interracial sex and found it to be erotic and wanted to experience it one day.

We sat around the kitchen table and got to know one another over a couple of glasses of wine. Gloria suggested it was time for the girls to get changed. They made their way to the stairs and Ellen collected her overnight bag; I wondered what she had chosen to wear and the thought of what was about to happen had me rock hard.

The wives came down the stairs and into the kitchen where we guys were sitting around the table. Gloria entered first dressed in red -- spike heels, stockings, a thong and half-cup bra. Christine followed wearing white heels, stockings and garter belt with a tiny, see-through top that did nothing to hide her big tits and her naked pussy looked very tempting. Then came Ellen; her slim body, alabaster skin and blonde hair contrasted by black stilettos and fishnet stockings held up by a little bustier and the tiniest of thongs that couldn't completely hide her pubic hair, she looked ravishing. They paraded around the kitchen then stood side-by-side before turning around and bending over. My cock couldn't be any harder as I leered at their beautiful asses and shapely legs. Some rehearsing must have taken place upstairs because they all moved a hand between their legs and rubbed their pussies. Turning around, they strolled over and sat on our laps; Christine with David, Gloria with me and Ellen with Rob. While I fondled Gloria I watched my wife and Rob only a few feet away. He began mauling her tits then kissed them as she held his head close to her. She spread her legs over his lap and his hand explored between them. Ellen moaned as he mouthed her tits and she lifted one leg to provide better access to her clit. They both stood up and kissed, Rob's hands squeezed my wife's ass and pulled her tightly in to him. She knelt down, loosened his pants and pulled them down, underwear and all. His cock sprang into view and she stared at his long, thick, semi-hard nightstick as it twitched in front of her face. It was at least 11" long and when she took hold of it she couldn't close her hand around its girth. She pulled his foreskin back exposing a huge knob and began slowly jerking it back and forth. Rob removed his shirt revealing his well-toned physique as Ellen licked around his knob then opened her mouth wide and sucked his dick.

Gloria glanced at Ellen and Rob then looked up at me, 'I thought she would like that,' she said and went back to sucking my cock. Christine devoured David's cock as she knelt between his legs. 

Rob lifted Ellen from her knees and took her over to the kitchen counter, his massive erection swaying as he went. He helped her up onto it and she spread her legs allowing him to eat her with ease. Christine came and joined Gloria sucking my cock and David went over to Ellen and Rob. He took a step stool and stood on it allowing Ellen to masturbate him as he fondled her tits. After a while David changed places with Rob and my wife stroked the giant black dick that I was eager to see in her pussy.

Ellen whispered to David and all three came over. David said they were off upstairs, Ellen was ready to be fucked and the bedroom offered more comfort. They walked to the stairs, my wife being groped on either side and I watched her lovely ass sway as she went up a few steps. She stopped and spread her legs as far as the stairs would allow and bent over. David and Rob caressed her legs, squeezed, slapped and pawed her. Rob positioned his cock next to Ellen's pussy and rubbed it over her clit. I wanted to see this huge black cock enter my wife for the first time so I went over to the stairs. We were all crowded there as Rob eased his dick passed Ellen's labia lips, forcing them wide apart. He was gentle, letting her adjust to his size as he gave her a bit at a time. There was about 8" inside my wife when he withdrew a little and I saw her juices shining on his cock. He quickened the pace and Ellen soon had most of his huge cock driving into her. After two or three minutes he pulled out and offered David her pussy, he gladly accepted and took his turn.

As we all moved upstairs Rob fingered her and she jerked his cock. Christine said to me that Rob was very long lasting and was particularly fond of slim, blonde, white women and hoped Ellen could take the pounding she was about to receive. I commented that she seemed fine so far and had always liked lengthy sex sessions, but had never had a dick as huge as Rob's before.

My wife lay on the bed with her head tilted backwards over the edge. Rob and David mauled her tits and pussy as she mouthed their erections. Rob got on the bed and tongued Ellen's pussy then positioned his immense endowment on her pussy lips. As before, he was careful to allow her to adjust to him and when she was ready, he began to drive his dick into her with long strokes. David held her legs back high and wide so Rob could bury his entire length.

She had several orgasms and creamed so much it covered Rob's cock and ran down onto the bed. His ejaculated and Ellen grabbed his ass holding him tightly to her. I shot my load onto Christine and Gloria's asses after fucking them doggy style next to Ellen. Rob withdrew his prick, glistening with cum and Ellen's orgasms and I watched the creampie and saw the satisfaction on her face. Rob now held Ellen's legs and David gave my wife a vigorous fucking and sent his load into her.



The Second Time



Hi I am a 38 years old bisexual married man. I started my adventures with men because my wife is not able to satisfy all my sexual desires. At first I only had sex with man for my own pleasure but after the first time I had a desire to also satisfy other men. Every story describes one of the adventures I had in the past five years.

The second time

As described in my first story I really had an obsession about having sex with men but I only got sucked of once and played a lot via webcams. After two years of doing this I really needed more and went to the local Dutch gay contact site.( I have a profile there with two pictures showing my cock and ass, mail me if you want to see them)

After looking at the new profiles for a while I went to the sex dating section and did something I never dared to do before. I posted a request if somebody wanted to invite me to come have sex. I never dared to take this step but the urge was so big after those two years I needed to do this.

Next day I checked my mail and when I saw I had a reply my cock immediately was rock hard. A Guy from a city in the south of the Netherlands wrote he would love me to come over. I checked his profile, a guy my size, about 50 years old. He wrote he would love to work on my ass while I sucked his cock. 

For some reason I didn't even hesitate and send a mail back telling him I would love to come over on Monday morning. Ten minutes later I got a reply saying that he was expecting me, he also added a street name and phone number to call when I got in the street.

The weekend was long and my excitement grew by the minute. On Sunday evening I couldn't sleep and was up all night. Thankfully my wife always sleeps very well so I had the chance to clean and shave my ass and pubic area. 

Finally!! It was about 7 hour clock in the morning when I got in my car and headed for my sex date! I was to get there at about eight but since I left a bit to early I got there a bit too early. I was sitting in my car, smoking another cigarette after the ten I already smoked and decided to call the number he gave me. 

'You are early, couldn't wait could you! I live at number 22, see you in a minute. By the way, my name is Hans'. I knew he was right, I could wait for this to happen and I really needed this to happen. I parked my car and walked to number 22. Hans opened the door, he looked like I expected him to look, a tall, self-assured looking guy. 

We sat down on the couch, drank coffee and talked a bit about our life and what we did for a living. Finally Hans told me he was going upstairs because he had to do something, he winked at me. He made sure I had some entertainment by putting on a hard-core gay porn movie. 

While watching the movie I opened my jeans and started playing with my cock, but I didn't take it out. In the movie one guy was getting his face fucked and at the same time he had a huge cock up his asshole. The sight of this got me really excited.

Hans came back in wearing a bathrobe and he sat down next to me. He asked if he could put his hand into my jeans but didn't wait for an answer and pulled my cock out and started rubbing my cock head between his thumb and his forefinger. I put my right hand between his legs and for the first time in my life I touched another man's cock. Hans started kissing me and put his tongue in my mouth.

We went to the bedroom, got undressed and he told me to lie down on my stomach. Hans put some message lotion on my back and ass and started rubbing from my shoulders down to my buttocks. With his thumbs he rubbed my asshole and stretched me a bit. Finally he took a small dildo that he slowly inserted into me, I started to hump back and Hans laughed and called me a horny slut. He quickly replaced the dildo with a bigger one, it hurt a bit but after a minute I was happily humping back and doing everything to get it in as deep as I could.

Because of all that ass play I really wanted to have another first time experience, suck a cock. I turned around on my back. Hans understood what I wanted and he bent over me so his cock was in the same position as my mouth. His cock was hard and I slowly licked the head and enjoyed the taste. Hans then slowly lowered his body so his cock got in my mouth. I used my tongue to stimulated his cock and Hans carefully started fucking my mouth. I was in heaven, this was what I wanted for so long. 

Hans moved his body, we now where in a 69 position with Hans on top. I took his cock in my mouth again and did some serious sucking. In mean time Hans was also sucking my cock but he seemed more interested in licking and fingering my asshole. I enjoyed all the attention my asshole got and I noticed that when I turned my head a bit to the side, I could still suck cock but also see Hans working on my ass in the mirror.

In that mirror I noticed Hans had four finger pumping in and out of my asshole, it didn´t hurt me though. We went on like this for about 30 minutes and surprisingly neither of us had an orgasm. Hans then got out of bed and told me we should have a small break to smoke a cigarette. We were smoking on the bed, I was lying on my side and with my free hand I massaged his balls. At the same time he put his arm around me so he could tease my asshole with his index finger.

We finally where fully busy with each other again but this time I was on top. I sucked Hans his cock and balls and I was really enjoying myself. Hans was doing everything he could to get as much fingers in my ass, but it was hurting a bit now. I got up and looked in the mirror to see what he was doing and that shocked me a bit. He had four fingers and his thumb in my ass and was now trying to put the rest of his hand in. I asked him to stop because it hurt and he continued with four fingers, that was pleasant. 

Finally we lay next to each other jerking each other off and we both has an orgasm.

I had to get back to work so I jumped into the shower. Hans came into the bathroom to talk about how I felt and if I liked it. Besides the fisting attempt I had a great time and my cock got hard again. Hans decided I couldn't leave with a hard one and he started giving me a blow job but at the same time he put his index finger deep in my asshole. It hardly took two minutes for me to cum again, I blew my load all over his chest.

I finished showering and got dressed. Before I left we had a smoke again and talked about meeting again. We didn´t make a new date, although I had a great experience with him, I never saw him again.

So now I had my second encounter with a man but this time I actually actively participated. I learned I liked oral sex a lot, but that didn´t surprise me because I also like that a lot when I have sex with woman.



The Second Time



His consciousness stirred just enough to appreciate his condition and he smiled to himself and made a small, quiet, pleasurable noise. 

He was in a cocoon; on his back, in bed, tightly swaddled in his sheet and blanket and feeling luxurious in his warmth. The air in the apartment was cool enough that it made the warmth of his cocoon all the more pleasurable. And he did not want to move, as one does when they find themselves so cocooned, but he moved his hips ever so slightly and felt the warm softness of the sheets against the small of his back, his ass and around his hips. 

Heaven, he thought. Bliss. Pure, unadulterated bliss. 

He realized he was naked in his cocoon and made a slightly larger movement inside the chrysalis and his smile widened at the pleasure. Not only was the warm sheet underneath him soft and luxurious but the sheet covering his slowly filling cock elicited more pleasurable sensations. 

He turned his head, eyes still closed, toward the gray light starting to filter into his room from the window and his lips met something stiff, warm, moist and fleshy.

"Suck," was the quiet, insistent but friendly command. 

He opened neither his eyes to see who was commanding nor his mouth for the cock desiring entrance but rather he wet his lips as much as is possible first thing in the morning and waited. 

The fleshy head of the cock, moist with a pearl of pre-cum, pressed lightly against his lips then pushed past his lips and into the vault of his mouth. Both men, simultaneously, made contented noises. 

As the owner of the cock pressed his hips forward and his cock slightly deeper into the other man's mouth, the other man applied a light suction and tongued the invading member. A new experience for him and one he was thoroughly enjoying.

The cock pulled back slowly, the tongue in hot pursuit, it's tip managing to just graze the salty, wet slit of the urethra causing its owner to groan out an obscenity in pleasure. Then, the cock stopped for a moment and pushed back forward.

Pull back. Push in. Each time a little farther back, a little farther in, a little faster. The pressure and moistness of the encircling lips increasing with the movement that was now a rhythm.

The rhythm was neither slow nor fast. On a back stroke there was suddenly the feather light caress of fingertips on the other man's cheek sending shivers of pleasure throughout his face, neck and chest.

A whispered, urgent, "Oh Christ!" by the cock's owner then a sudden stop; cock, hips, the entire body held utterly still. Well, except for the cock. The other man detected a surge of warm, salty fluid in his mouth and felt the head quiver on his tongue. He swallowed the salty surge and then smiled inwardly: he had brought the other man to the edge and the man had almost but not quite tipped over that edge. He felt quite proud for his first time.

A minute or two followed. The man did nothing. The owner of the cock breathing loudly, heavily and raggedly; the cocooned man instinctively holding still and simply enjoying the feel of the living, pulsing flesh in his mouth. It was in this pause that he realized he too was hard and he could feel the sheet over his cock become wet with his own pre-cum. 

The owner of the cock got his equilibrium back and resumed his rhythm with a grunt, using the palm of his hand to now press the other man's head to the pillow. There was now an urgency to the thrusts. And when the cock managed to trigger the other man's gag reflex there was no slowing. In fact the sound of the phlegmy cough, the momentary gagging and retching and the feel of the fluid from the man's mouth closing around the shaft of his cock seemed to ignite something primal in the cock's owner. 

With another deliberate, hard, fast thrust to the back of the other man's throat, suddenly the other man felt his forehead making rhythmic contact with the other man's belly, he shut his eyes tighter and tried to imagine himself as a thing, an object, a cunt to bring the other man pleasure. 

In short order and with another grunted obscenity, the man came. For a moment or two the man stood absolutely still, letting his cock spasm into the other man's mouth. Then, as the spasms of pleasure began to fade, he jerked his hips, erratically making shallow thrusts into the mouth/cunt. 

And the other man, never having had a cock nor its cum in his mouth, roughly coughed, retched, the man's cum frothing white around his lips and on down his chin.

A deep breath, another cough. In a moment seemingly suspended in time, the man relished the taste and texture of the man's cum: salty, thick and slippery. 

And then the man's lips were on the other man's, his tongue probing where his cock had been moments before. 

Moments passed.

The tongue probed, the tongue was sucked, tentatively at first and the with increasing urgency. Small, contented noises of pleasure were exchanged between the two. The tongue licked at the cum on the other man's lips and chin.

And then the kiss was broken. The man stood beside the bed, taking a step or two back; the other man silently looking up at him and at the shiny wetness of the his cock. 

"So?"

"Uhhh..."

"Well, so are you glad I made you spend the night instead of sending you to your hotel in Queens at 3 in the morning in a taxi?"

"Definitely." It was a solid response though lacking somewhat in enthusiasm. 

"And so, you've been dancing around wanting to experience a blow job on the giving end, for Christ?! What?! The last 30 years?! Ever since you gave me a hand job in the back of that Greyhound coming home from Baton Rouge! So Sean, was it everything you imagined?"

Sean smiled. "Everything and more, Charlie," said with enthusiasm. "What else can we do?"

It was Charlie's turn to smile as he started to strip off his shirt and step out his sweat pants puddled around his ankles. "Thought you'd never ask. Pull the covers back and let me in."

The covers came back and Charlie laid the length of his body against Sean's. Sean luxuriating in the feel of Charlie's body pressed to him and of Charlie's warm dry skin against his. Sean initiated the kiss this time: long, wet and sloppy and so pleasurable for them both. 

The main kiss was followed by each man urgently kissing and lightly sucking each other's necks as Charlie caressed Sean's chest and belly, for the moment completely ignoring Sean's fat, hard cock. 

The sensations of lips, tongue and fingertips were bliss to Sean. Charlie's arousal was rising rapidly too; to have a live body beneath him to pleasure and be pleasured by. 

Half whispered in-between their passionate make out, "Ah, God Charlie, I've had so much skin hunger this past year!"

"No talking. Ruins the make out," Charlie said quickly before dipping his head to take one of Sean's nipples in his mouth - sucking, licking, lightly biting, eliciting a moan of pleasure from Sean. 

After lavishing Sean's nipples with pleasure, Charlie sat up partially and started to move down and return the favor of the blow job but Sean touched Charlie's arm. 

"No. Wait."

"What? You know, Ricky and I were together 22 years, I do know how and do give good head."

"And I'm sure you do but... let me sit up partially. I'd really like you to get me off by hand, like on the bus," Sean sounded and felt awkward. 

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

Friends from high school. The first summer after their freshman year of college, neophyte sybarites & libertines, they took a bus trip from Kansas City to Baton Rouge to see if the underground sexual life of the city was more depraved than that of New Orleans. 

They spent June of that summer exploring the sexual underbelly of Baton Rouge, using an antebellum mansion of a family friend of Charlie's as their base of operations. Their host offered food and drink, lodging, the use of his car and to play their guide to the hot, humid summer, sexually charged nights of Baton Rouge. 

And the pleasure seekers' determination? Red Stick's level of depravity was impressive. Having only heard of the ways of the Big Easy, they decided they would need to check it out first hand before they could say Red Stick was better. 

On the way back to Kansas City, toward midnight in the back of their Greyhound, Sean, overcome by his experience in the secret sex clubs of Red Stick and observing their host and Charlie together did something that he would both cherish and regret. Without warning he reached over, with fumbling urgency opened Charlie's pants, took his cock in hand and proceeded to jerk him off, laying his head on Charlie's shoulder. 

By the next summer Charlie had come out and was in a relationship with his college roommate and Sean was engaged to a randy redhead who would give him three sons over the course of their marriage. 

Charlie's partner of 22 years, Rick ( Charlie's second roommate at college) died of testicular cancer within four months of Sean's wife of 30 years dying of breast cancer. 

Sean had stayed in and around Kansas City after college, Charlie was off to the Big Apple. Charlie would come home to visit on the holidays and Sean would make it to New York whenever a job took him there. The two would get together for dinner and drinks when time permitted.

The day came when Sean, an IT troubleshooter, was in Queens for a client. He unexpectedly had to stay longer than planned so he called Charlie and they closed out a Manhattan bar.

Rather than let a semi-inebriated Sean get back to his hotel in Queens, Charlie insisted he stay with him in his guest room. 

Sean remembered the casual depravity and debauchery of Baton Rouge well so many years in the past but the impassioned hand job on a Greyhound bus left an indelible impression. As he got older, the memory would occasionally come back. Stronger. 

He marveled at what he thought was an extremely sensual act, when Charlie's cock spasmed and his warm cum flowed over and down Sean's fist, still around Charlie's cock. The memory of the moment of Charlie's orgasm was a great pleasure. The following moments were a great regret. 

Why hadn't he kissed Charlie, made out with him. Why hadn't he licked Charlie's cum from the back of his hand. Why hadn't he pursued some sort of relationship with him.

Over the years when the friends would get together it was always in the back of his mind to ask Charlie for a "do over." But Charlie was in a committed relationship and Sean wasn't going to interfere and risk ruining Charlie's marriage. 

But now, in their 50's, Sean and Charlie were both alone and free.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

Charlie took several seconds to look at Sean then quietly, "You're obsessing about that hand job? Why? Why is it so special to you?" 

"It was the first time I'd ever gotten a guy off and while I was mesmerized by the sensuality of you coming, I think I realized that I might have been in love with you. Or lust," Sean paused then resumed, somewhat irritated. 

"Fuck, Charlie! I don't know! I mean as I play that scene out in my mind I wonder why I didn't kiss you, why I didn't I lick your cum from the back of my hand, why we didn't make out or something, why didn't I ever approach you about doing something more." 

Charlie was a bit stunned. He had never really thought about that hand job once he became involved with other men. He had never considered Sean anyone other than his best friend from high school and still a close friend. 

Charlie started to say something. Sean cut him off. 

"Look. I, I don't know really. I don't really want to analyze it either. All I know is that moment on the bus, as I've grown older, that loop of memory has gotten me off hundreds of times. Sometimes, after the kids were out of the house, I'd think about it when I was in bed with Gina, I mean, you know, fucking her or when she would blow me or give me a hand job. 

"Toward the end of her cancer treatment and after she died, jacking you off in my head got me off...

"Just Charlie, just uh, lie back, put an arm around my back and just, you know..."

Silently Charlie slid up beside Sean's chest. Sean arched his back to let Charlie's arm encircle his torso then Charlie took hold of Sean's cock. Lightly at first. He slid his fingers down to the base of Sean's cock and on down to feel and cup his balls. 

"This more of what you had in mind for us?" Charlie asked in a quiet, flat voice as he started slowly kissing Sean's lips, Charlie's free hand moving slowly from Sean's balls to his cock to up his belly then back again. 

"Yes. God, yes."

Quietly, in between kisses, Charlie said, "I like it." Then Charlie passionately took Sean's mouth and pulled Sean's cock toward him in a firm grip. 

The pressure and rhythm was just right. They both watched as Charlie increased the tempo. 

Sean had the irresistible urge to thrust, to fuck, and he arched his hips and ass off the bed to meet Charlie's fist. 

A minute, maybe two passed. 

"That's it, that's it. Fuck my hand," Charlie whispered in Sean's ear, followed by a nip and a suck at Sean's neck.

"Come for me Sean," was the urgent whisper. "I want to feel you come and I want you on my hand. Your cum. Running down the back of my hand. Now!" 

Sean's thrusts to meet Charlie's fist increased in force and speed then, with a stifled grunt, the rhythm became chaotic, out of sync. 

Sean thrust his hips up then held very still, not even breathing and with a protracted groan he came. His cum pulsing over the back of Charlie's hand and down across his fingers. 

One last involuntary thrust then Sean's hips fell to the bed. 

They both stared at the back of Charlie's cum covered fist, still wrapped around Sean's cock. It's head, purple and wet with whitish cum, quivered. Charlie kissed his way up from Sean's chest by way of his neck, bit his earlobe then breathed in Sean's ear: "You know, I bet I could make you come at least once more, if not twice," Charlie whispered rather wickedly and lustfully.

"No. Really?"

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

The room was darkening with the dusk. Sean woke with a start, entwined front to front with Charlie. Charlie stirred. 

"Hehe... So?" 

"Oh, shut uh!" Sean replied with a laugh. He reached down and gripped Charlie's hard cock - very firmly and pressed it against his own equally hard cock. 

"Mmm...," Sean chuckled quietly as he slowly pumped Charlie. 

"No, no. Pacing my friend. If we were 30 years younger - then, then we'd go at it some more. But at our age, we need food and drink, sustenance. Some distractions and our bedtime meds. Then... I mean, if you want to."

"What, are you kidding?" As Sean gave one last, reluctant pump.

They each rolled apart and toward their side of the bed and sat up, backs to each other. 

"I'll get you some towels. There's shampoo, soap and deodorant in your bathroom. I'll shower and then we'll hit the town and find something to eat. Sound good?"

"Yeah, great! But could we swing by my hotel?"

"Want to change clothes?" 

"Yeah, but I was thinking. I have to be at my client's on Monday, just to follow up before I leave. So..., uh," 

"You want to spend the weekend?" Charlie asked.

Sean blew out a very relieved and happy breath, hesitated. "Yeah. I'd like that. So I'll change, check out, we get some dinner and -"

"Yeah?" 

"Well. I'll let you guide the evening's activities after we get back but you know, I got a thing for Amagansett. Thought maybe we could have lunch there tomorrow, do some stargazing of the rich and famous and then move onto Montauk, find a place there, maybe Gurney's, and spend a leisurely Sunday morning in bed. What do you think?"

"Sounds great to me," Charlie said as he came around the bed to stand in front of Sean, his erection bouncing with his heartbeat against Charlie's still trim, flat stomach. "But, um, maybe, you know..."

Sean caught Charlie's eyes. The two men were smiling at each other, Sean's hand moving slowly to take Charlie's cock. 

"Tell me what you want," Sean said rather thickly. 

"You know - and I dare say it's what you want too." 

Charlie reached out and put his hand firmly on the back of Sean's head, pulling his head slowly toward him.

"Suck."



The Second Time Around



My name is Susan and I have now been married for 2 years to my wonderful husband Steve. This is my second marriage - my first was to a mongrel called Clive. The main reason I left Clive was that he was not only abusing me but allowing me to be used by his friends and business associates. I have always been a girl who loves sex and before I met Clive I wasn't very fussy about who it was that fucked me. I went from man to man having a wonderful time but never staying long with each man. When I met Clive I thought he was just the one I wanted. We romanced like any other couple in love and eventually we married. The marriage was great for a while but Clive got himself into some financial troubles and needed to find some money quickly. It wasn't a huge amount - just $1,400 - but he needed it in a great hurry.

The first signs of trouble in our marriage occurred then because I found I was to be used to pay off the debt. Clive came home one evening and had two men with him. Although Clive is a very friendly sort of chap he doesn't usually bring anyone home with him unless they are his close friends. Their presence with Clive made me very edgy and I wasn't comfortable because I didn't like the look of the men nor the way they seemed to be eyeing me off with knowing smiles. Anyway, Clive took me aside into the next room and told me these men had called to collect the money he owed them. I, of course, asked Clive if he had the money and he said, "No, dear, that is where you come in! These men are willing to forget the debt if they are allowed to fuck you and then take you to their club with them for the evening for a bit of fun!" I called Clive a couple of nasty names and made sure he understood there was no way I was going to fuck these men for his debt. It was the look on his face, just before he slapped my face really hard, that let me see a side of Clive I had never seen before.

He walked me back into the room with the two men and made me stand in front of them while he undressed me. He removed my blouse - I wasn't wearing a bra - and then undid the button and zip on my slacks and pulled them down to my ankles. He then made me step out of them and pulled my panties down to my ankles also and then off my feet - I was standing there in front of these two strangers stark naked. The two men didn't hesitate. They stepped forward and grabbed my breasts and squeezed them and played with my nipples. Then they moved their other hands down to my bush and began fingering me. I have a very sensitive clit and it only needs a little stroking and I can cum easily. They soon found my clit and made me cum several times while I was standing up in front of them. My legs were shaking badly and I found it difficult to stand with them playing with me all the time. They had fingers up inside my pussy and were playing unmercifully with me.

I looked over at Clive but the bastard just grinned at me and then said, "Well men, I guess you would be more comfortable in the bedroom." With that the men led me to the bedroom with Clive showing them the way. The two men quickly undressed and stood naked alongside me. They continued to play with me and made me hold their cocks - one in each hand - while they made me cum several times. Clive suggested I suck their cocks and so they made me kneel in front of them and suck them off, one at a time, until they came in my mouth. I was disgusted at this but there wasn't anything I could do about it. Next Clive told me to get onto the bed and get ready to be fucked by these men. I hated the bastard then and I hate him how but I slowly climbed onto the bed but didn't lie down quickly enough for Clive and he slapped me hard again on the same side of my face. Now I got the message and rolled over onto my back, spread my legs - assisted by Clive - and waited until the first man had been able to get his long cock hard again. He then climbed onto the bed between my legs and Clive, the bastard, grabbed his cock and guided it right into my cunt! The man then fucked me ending up shooting his load of cum deep into my body. When he was finished he climbed off and was replaced by the other man. He did the same - he just fucked me hard and came inside me as well. The first man was now at my head holding his cock to my mouth to suck some more to make him hard. I hated doing this but just had to do it. I was fucked by those men twice each as well as sucking each of them off.

Clive told me to get off the bed and to put on a dress. He picked out a smart little black number which was very form fitting and held up by two spaghetti straps. It is really a mini-skirt dress and is very short. He helped me slip the dress over my head and he pulled it down over my body. When I turned to get some underwear he stopped me and told me I could only wear the dress and shoes. I had to make up my face and then the two men led me out to their car outside while Clive waved goodbye to us as we drove away. The men took me to their club - actually they owned the club - and when we were inside they pushed me into a crowd of men who were gathered in one of the rooms. The men - perhaps a dozen or more - began pawing me and soon had my dress off my body. Then the real abuse started. I was felt and fucked by most of the men during the next 3 hours and I was so sore I didn't know what to do to relieve the pain. They fucked my mouth, my cunt and my asshole. I was a complete mess when the men drove me home naked and pushed me out of the car. I had to walk to the house and ring the bell because I didn't have any keys to get in. I was very grateful it was almost 2am and there didn't seem to be anyone around to see me looking such a mess.

That was the beginning of the end for me. Clive made me fuck quite a number of his friends, usually to repay some sort of debt, and I became the local slut - always available to Clive's friends whenever he wanted me.

Eventually I left him and with the help of a women's group I managed to get a divorce from the shit and hope I never see him again.

After a long time in isolation - always afraid to meet men - eventually I dismissed my fears and started dating again. I was only 28 at this time and far too young to become a recluse. I met and slept with dozens of men before I met Steve. I had actually been on a date with another chap but he had taken very ill and had to be taken home by one of his friends. This left me in a bar with no way, except taxis, to get home. This was when Steve came to my rescue. He offered to drive me home and somehow we just clicked from then on. We dated regularly and it wasn't long before we ended up in bed together and we agreed we should only see each other. Of course eventually we decided we would marry and this is where we were up to about 3 months ago.

One evening whilst we were lying in bed, completely naked, having just made love Steve asked me if I would tell him what it was like to be fucked by Clive. This surprised me quite a deal because we sort of had an agreement not to talk about my past marriage. Anyway I couldn't see any harm in it so I started to tell him how Clive and I fucked before we were married and also afterwards. Steve was getting quite turned on listening to me telling about how Clive stuck his very hard long cock into me and how I felt while he was fucking me. I must admit, but reluctantly, that I was getting a bit turned on as well.

Anyway my descriptions must have been fairly exciting because Steve soon had a hardon which would be the best I had seen him with and then he fucked me as hard as he could. I love being fucked hard and have told Steve on lots of occasions but he is a rather gentle soul and didn't want to hurt me at all. This was a new Steve and I liked it.

From then on it was wonderful to have Steve make love to me when we first got into bed and then I would start telling him about Clive and in no time at all, Steve would be ready to fuck me really hard. After a while, at Steve's insistence I had to tell him about getting fucked by the two men and later about the dozen or so who had fucked me for the repayment of Clive's debt. This really got Steve going and I had to repeat lots of parts of the story night after night with the result I was getting fucked twice each night - once when we made love and the second time when Steve really fucked me!

This hard fucking really brought back memories to me not of Clive and his bastard friends but some of the men I had met before and after Clive who had really fucked me hard. Perhaps they thought it would be their last fuck with me and put everything into it. Who cares their reasons - I just love the fucking.

Over the next six months I was telling Steve about getting fucked on a nightly basis and we had this wonderful sex every night. When I was having my periods I would tell Steve about having to suck men off and then I would suck him off to show him how I had done it. Steve particularly loved these sessions. I guess I would never run out of stories to tell Steve not because there were so many stories about me that I could tell but I had to make up some of them to make them sound much more exciting. Telling Steve just how I felt as a man pushed his hard cock into my cunt was enough to get him going and he would be on me and in me in a flash and we would fuck like mad. He would ask me afterwards if he was as good as the other man and, of course, I told him he was much better.

Things took a different turn when Steve brought home his closest friend Bill one evening and fortunately I had enough food prepared so he could join us for a meal. As soon as the dishes were cleared away and we sat down, Clive asked me to tell him and Bill about one of the times I had been fucked! I was almost too embarrassed to think about it but Steve insisted and after all Bill is such a nice man I thought it couldn't do any harm.

Once I had begun telling one of my stories I could see I was having a great effect on Bill as well as Steve. After a while Steve pulled his hard cock out of his pants and began playing with himself. This embarrassed me but he kept on urging me to tell my story. After a bit more detail Bill also took his cock out of his pants and played with it as well. This was a bit of a turn on for me to watch another man playing with his cock. Steve asked me to come over to where he was sitting on the lounge and he positioned me between his legs and urged me to continue with the story. It didn't take me long to realize he would soon ask me to suck his cock but how would he get rid of Bill. Well, he didn't! He soon asked me to suck his cock and although I tried to resist he insisted until I took his long hard cock into my mouth and began sucking him. After a while he pulled his cock out of my mouth and told me to help poor old Bill. Bill had moved over to the lounge and was sitting next to Steve. The forceful insistence by Steve that I suck Bill's cock made me lean over between his legs and take his cock in my mouth. Bill's cock was a little longer and wider than Steve's but I had no difficulty getting most of it into my mouth.

Steve told me to suck Bill's cock until he came in my mouth. I didn't want to do this but Steve held me close to Bill while Bill held the back of my head so I couldn't escape. Soon after that Bill came in my mouth and I swallowed his load. Steve was so excited he was almost jumping for joy. Actually I rather like Bill quite a bit and so it really wasn't an imposition to suck him but I was reluctant to do that in front of Steve. Steve, on the other hand, didn't mind at all in fact he was encouraging me all the time.

One of the stories which always gets Steve really worked up is the incident when I was taken to the club and stripped and fucked by the dozen or so men. Steve asked me to tell this story for Bill and so I began. Once I reached the part when the men had stripped my dress off, Steve stood up, came around behind me and undid my dress fastenings. Soon he had my dress undone and he slipped it down my body. Apart from my panties I was naked in front of Bill. Very soon my panties followed my dress and I was naked. Steve moved me over to the lounge and laid me back on it and pulled my legs wide apart! I suddenly realized he was about to fuck me in front of Bill. I tried to stop him but he wouldn't listen and so he fucked me - yes he fucked me, not made love to me - while Bill watched intently. When Steve had cum in me (and I had cum several times) he climbed off me and then invited Bill to fuck me. I don't think I have seen anyone move as fast as Bill. He had his clothes off and was in my cunt in about 3 seconds after Steve had asked him to fuck me.

It would be true to say I enjoyed fucking Bill. It brought back lots of memories of my past and apart from all else, Bill had a lovely cock. Somehow I didn't feel cheated or used because Bill was a genuine friend of us both. Steve asked Bill if he had to go home that night and he said no. Bill is still single and doesn't have a steady girl. We spent the night together with me in between these two men. In one hole or another I was fucked off and on through most of the night and I got very little sleep. When Bill left next morning I asked Steve if he had wanted me to get fucked by Bill or had it just happened? Steve hung his head and said, "Susan, I love you so much but after listening to all or your stories I just felt I had to watch while another man fucked you. Although I wouldn't want this to happen all the time I would like it if you would fuck some of my friends now and again and make me very happy. Would you do that for me, dear?" I had very mixed feelings about that statement and question. I was worried Steve would turn out like Clive and I certainly didn't want that. But also I just loved getting fucked and if Steve didn't mind then perhaps I would be able to have a variety of partners to fuck me. 

And so it began. Steve would bring home a man, often a complete stranger, to fuck me while he watched. This happened about once a week. The rest of the time I was still telling Steve stories about me getting fucked by other men. Steve hardly ever brought home anyone I didn't take to. Usually they were very nice people whom Steve had met in a bar or somewhere similar. If I knew he was likely to bring home a man for me I would dress appropriately and would look very attractive wearing not very much! Steve loved to show me off when he brought someone home for me.

After a couple of months of very regular fucking by Steve and once a week by someone else I was starting to think I was very well catered for. I wondered if anyone else was getting as much regular sex as I was. Steve had a very good job and had very flexible hours of work. Sometimes he would come home during the day to listen to a story and then fuck me before returning to his office! What a life he had. I don't work and stay at home thinking about stories I can tell Steve and his friends. I have become just about an expert story teller by now.

Most of the times when Steve brings home a man for me I get fucked by Steve, then by the stranger and later, after the man has gone, again by Steve. It can be a bit wearing but I love sex so much I can stand a lot of this treatment. It is one of my perverse delights to be lying on my back with Steve making love to me and cumming in me. Then the stranger will enter me and fuck me with a quite different style and manner and, having cum in me too, he will leave me to ponder just how I felt about these two different men, their cocks and their style of fucking. I love these quiet moments before Steve comes back and fucks me as hard as he can because he has been so turned on watching me get fucked earlier. I really love it want Steve fucks me hard - after all he is my husband.

A couple of weeks ago when it was my birthday Steve told me he had a surprise for me. He told me he would probably bring home a special friend for me to fuck seeing it was my birthday. We had arranged that he would come home in the middle of the day and then leave the evening free so that we could go out and celebrate my birthday.

Expecting Steve to bring a friend with him at lunch time, I dressed up in one of my slinky outfits and waited for Steve to come home. I was just wearing my simple black dress similar to the one I had worn when I had been fucked at the club - I just had to buy another one like it a year or so ago. That was all I was wearing for Steve that day, except for my shoes.

I heard the key in the front door and stood in the lounge waiting for Steve to bring in his friend. To my surprise he had no less than 12 friends with him! He said, "Hello Darling, It is your birthday today and I have a special present for you. You will be able to have your own private gangbang and take your time having it. These are all of my friends and they just can't wait to gangbang you. Are you ready, darling?"

Steve didn't wait for a reply he simply moved behind me and slipped the straps of my dress down my arms and on to the floor. The first of the men came over to me and very gently began caressing me and arousing me to such a state that I just couldn't wait to be fucked! And fucked I was! Each of the men fucked me at least twice and all holes were used for their targets. There was no rush and hurry about this gangbang, in fact the men were all very polite with one another, taking turns with my body. Steve was so excited watching me getting fucked by all of these men he could hardly contain himself. I was absolutely dripping with cum everywhere and I was just a very happy mess. This gangbang lasted all afternoon and the last of the men came in me about 6pm. After all this sexual activity it would be easy to understand I would be so tired I would only want to sleep but I have wonderful recovery powers and, after a shower and cleanup, I was ready to party on with Steve. The only person who hadn't fucked me this afternoon was Steve. He told me he would wait until I told him a story after our evening out. We went out dancing and having a very good time for my birthday. During the evening a very smart, dark and hansom man came over to our table and asked me for a dance. I glanced at Steve who just nodded and so away we went. This man danced superbly and I was very excited dancing with him. Partway through the dance he began caressing my bum and, because I liked it, I didn't attempt to stop him. In one of the darker parts of the dance floor he lifted up my skirt at the back and felt my bare skin. Suddenly he realized I wasn't wearing any panties and he pushed his hand further around between my legs until he could just reach my pussy. Again I didn't stop him so he withdrew his hand from my backside and lifted my dress in the front and touched my pussy, inserting a couple of fingers in the process. Again I didn't stop him and he soon brought me to orgasm with his fingers. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my leg and wondered just how big it was. He asked me if I would go outside with him for a short while but I told him I had a better idea. I took him back to Steve at the table and introduced them. I then suggested to Steve that I thought it would be a nice gesture if we took Carlos back to our home with us to help celebrate my birthday.

Steve readily agreed and soon we were whizzing off to our home. I sat in the back of the car with Carlos and he played with my body all the way home. Once we arrived Steve arranged some drinks while I was kissing Carlos. He seemed to be a Latin lover and certainly knew what he was doing. He had his hand up under my dress when Steve returned with the drinks. Steve quickly slipped my dress straps down over my arms and I was soon naked in front of Carlos.

As it turned out Carlos was a wonderful lover. He fucked me five times during the night and Steve managed to fuck me four times. Carlos stayed the whole night with us but he spent much of the time on the bed fucking me. Carlos was the first man I had chosen to fuck me since I had met Steve and I wasn't disappointed. He had a marvelous long hard and thick cock and he certainly knew how to use it. We spent a wonderful night together and Carlos and Steve became firm friends. This meant Carlos would come over often and fuck me when Steve was here and I was able to enjoy him more and more. Apart from the love fucks with Steve and after all he is my husband, Carlos fucks me better than anyone else and I hope we all remain friends for a long, long time.




The Second Time Around



Thanks to LadyCibelle and Techsan for their editing of this story. They are the best.

I knocked on the door and it was opened up by a woman who was a little overweight, but had the most beautiful face I have ever seen on a woman. Dark green eyes, and dimples when she smiled. Brunette hair down to her shoulders in big curls.

My sister, Cheri, fixed me up with a blind date. This was one of her best friends at work. The only thing my sister mentioned is that she was pretty and somewhat overweight. Julie, this woman I had the blind date with, was a natural beauty. Yes, she was overweight but she was gorgeous. I know throughout my life I have always spotted heavier woman who were always pretty. Julie was beyond pretty. I think I got my point across here. She also had the really big boobs that heavier women have.

When she opened the door I saw this big smile and the dimples, and of course the boobs.

"Jerry? You are Jerry, aren't you? Cheri's brother," she asked.

"Yes, and I hope you're Julie." I replied.

"Come on in for a second. I have to tell the babysitter a few things."

"Babysitter? You have kids?" I asked.

"Just my little girl, Tina, my pride and joy. Didn't Cheri tell you I had a daughter?"

"No, but that's alright. I have two kids of my own." I replied.

"Yes, I know, Mike and Carla. Let's see, they are ages eight and ten."

"My sister, Cheri, talks a lot doesn't she. Well, anyway I'm very glad to meet you Julie."

Right then a little girl walked into the room. She couldn't have been more then three years old. She looked so much like her mother. I bent down and said, "Hi, there beautiful little girl."

She replied, "I not beuful, I Tina." It was cute just listening to her speak.

I smiled at her and said, "Oh, but you are beautiful, Tina, and I'm so very glad to meet you. You can call me Uncle Jerry."

Tina just smiled at me and ran to her mother. Julie gave instructions to the sitter and we headed out the door.

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I was married at nineteen to Lisa. We had our two kids rather quickly. Life was pretty good considering we got married so young. I guess we really didn't give ourselves a chance to know each other. We argued over just about everything. I don't think it was so much being opposites as wanting to be right. 

We loved each other but it wasn't a built up love. It didn't get stronger as time went on. Love is so hard to explain. My best way would be to say our love was very fragile. To this day I still have love for Lisa but it wouldn't be considered a husband/wife love. More of a friendship love for all the pain I caused.

As I mentioned, we argued regularly. I would usually leave for a while and get a few drinks and then come back home. We might not talk to each other for a few hours or even a few days. If it was a really stupid argument, we might make up right away. The disagreement that ended our marriage was my going out with the guys. Now, you have to know we just did sport things. Watching the games or maybe taking in a few local high school games. We watched mostly football and basketball of local college teams.

Lisa was right. I should have spent more time at home with her and the kids or at least I should have taken them out more often. I'm now paying the price for my selfishness. I've been divorced for five years and I do regret it. We had our fight about me going to the local high school football game on a Friday night. I went anyway but since we argued about it I went over to the pub after the game. I drank and stayed out later than I should have. I was pretty plastered and some gal came up to me and I bought her a drink.

To cut a long story short, I went to the girl's van and had sex with her. It cost me fifty bucks which I really couldn't afford. We were lucky to make ends meet and I paid for sex. I can't believe I did that. She pulled up her skirt and I fucked her till I pumped my load in her and then got back in my car.

I had never cheated on Lisa before. I felt a little sad about it but figured no one would ever find out. I would never do it again. The dumb things we do; it's unbelievable!

When I got home Lisa was crying. She told me she shouldn't have said anything about going to the local sporting event and she apologized. Now I felt bad, really bad. I took her in my arms and hugged her. I told her I would cut back on the sports and spend more time with her and the kids. The funny thing is I meant it.

She hugged and kissed me back and we made love. Not a stick it in and pull it out like I did with the hooker but real love making. I went down on my wife and massaged her belly and worked my way up to her breasts. I wanted to do it all for her; she deserved it. I gently massaged her breasts and starting kissing each nipple. Then, I kissed her. She knew I had drank but didn't mention it as I kept kissing her.

"Please make love to me, Jerry. I need you."

I took my newfound hard-on and slowly pushed it into her. It felt great. The warmth of her pussy surrounding my cock. I knew I would last a long time since I had sex earlier and had drunk booze. Oh, she felt so good. Why did I ever do such a stupid thing earlier that evening. Lisa came and I kept pumping. I was feeling her juices flowing every time I pushed in and out of her.

"Jerry, roll over on your back. I want to ride you," said Lisa.

I did just as she said as she mounted me. She must have rode me for about five minutes or so when I came. I could see it in her face; she was coming again as she would pull up and our joint juices ran down my cock. 

"Jerry, I love you," she smiled.

"I love you too, Lisa. We have to stop these stupid arguments and make love more often."

She rolled off of me and we both cuddled and went to sleep. The next morning I got up and took a shower and headed for work. I worked as a warehouse man in one of the local factories. The pay was good even though there was a lot of lifting. I usually worked on Saturday for the extra money. I didn't wake up Lisa that morning. It was Saturday and I thought she could use the extra sleep since the kids didn't need to get up.

When I came home from work all was well. We went in the yard and played with the kids. We grilled some hot dogs and had our own little picnic.

Sunday was rather normal except Lisa wasn't feeling too good. She said she felt itchy in her female region. I told her that her feeling itchy made me itch. She just laughed and said maybe we both have a yeast infection. On Monday she went to the gynecologist. When I got home she was pissed. I came in the house smiling and she just looked at me.

"You bastard, you fucking bastard. You gave me a venereal disease. I have syphilis, and you probably do too. My doctor said you better go to a clinic as soon as possible before it gets worse. It's treatable and I'm already on treatments."

"I'm so sorry, Lisa; it was a big mistake. It will never happen again. I promise."

"Promise, your fucking ass. What happened to our wedding day promise? To trust and honor, for better for worse. Did you forget those promises? I'll tell you one thing. It won't happen again; I want a divorce. I'm pretty sure I have good grounds here. Giving your wife VD should hold up in most any court. I'm taking you for everything I can get. You can sleep on the couch till you find a place to stay."

"Lisa, I'm truly sorry. It only happened the one time. Can't we work it out?"

"I've worked it out. I want you out of my bed, out of my life. I feel so sorry for the kids. Now I'll have to try and explain to a five and a three year old why their father is leaving."

"I want to be in my kids' life. I'm no dead beat dad. Do what you want but I'm going to see my kids regularly."

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That all happened five years ago. We did both take shots for the VD and are cured. I have seen my kids regularly since the divorce. I stop by and pick them up about once a week and usually take them to my sister's and spend time with them. Every other weekend I have them and we try and do different things. I stay in my kids' lives. Any school events I try to attend. I pay child support and alimony, until last year. Lisa got remarried to a nice guy named Robert. He seems quite the opposite of me. White collar job, non-drinker, one son from a previous marriage. He got custody because his wife cheated. He was about ten years older than either Lisa or me. At least he presented a stable household for my family. My kids called him Bob or Mr. Bob. They couldn't bring themselves to call him dad. I still pay my child support but the alimony payments stopped when Lisa got remarried.

Lisa and I talk civilly to each other. The first year after the divorce was a rocky one. She told everyone about the VD episode. It made any dating for me about non-existent. I deserved it; I was the one who ruined our marriage.

After Lisa's re-marriage, Cheri, my sister was really worried about me. She constantly tried to fix me up. I went on a few dates but nothing really clicked. I spent a lot of time at Cheri's and her husband Bill's house. Bill didn't mind; he was a nice guy and treated my sister great. That's where I got my good meals at. I wasn't the best cook so I ate out a lot.

I worked a lot of extra hours at work for the money. I did get promoted to warehouse manager which was nice with the pay increase and all. I was waiting for Lisa to ask for an increase in child support but she never did. She told me it was because I was such a good dad, just a lousy husband.

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Julie and I got into the car. She looked at me and said, "Jerry, just so you know. I'm a nervous wreak. I don't date very often, but your sister was really persistent and finally won out. I've never been on a blind date before. I always thought it was for young people and I'm twenty five," said Julie.

"I've never been on one either. I haven't been on that many dates since the divorce, even though it's been five years. I'm glad I've let my sister fix me up this time."

We went out and had dinner. We talked about our jobs, but didn't talk about our past marriages. Julie was so nice, so easy to talk to. I took an immediate liking to her. I wanted it to go further so I didn't push it. After all we just met and I didn't want to lose her already. We went and saw a movie. It was a horror flick so she grabbed and held my hand through most of it. I played the perfect gentleman. No touching, no nasty or sexy talk. I wanted this relationship to last.

After the movie I took her back to her mobile home. She had a newly remodeled trailer. The mobile home park was almost all senior citizens so the park was well kept up.

I walked her to the door and she looked nervous. She asked, "Do you want to come in?"

I didn't want to push my luck. I did everything right so far and was afraid I would make a pass at her if I was in her home. I didn't want this night to end. She was turning in to someone special to me and I sure didn't want to blow it.

"No, I better get home. I would like to see you again." I replied.

We were holding hands as she leaned forward and gave me a gentle kiss. I didn't push it even though I would have loved to make love to her right on the spot. 

She had a tear in her eye when she said, "Okay, that would be nice. Goodnight, Jerry, it was really nice meeting you." She then walked into the house.

I felt empty driving back to my apartment. God, I hope she liked me. I would have to wait and see what my sister, Cheri, would have to say.

On Monday, I got a call at work from Cheri.

"What the hell did you do to Julie, Jerry?" Cheri asked.

"Nothing, Cheri, I was the perfect gentleman. I didn't even try to kiss her. Why? What's wrong?"

"She came to work crying today. I asked her what the problem was and she said, 'You didn't like her,' and she really cared for you."

"Don't like her? Where did she get that from? Damn, Cheri, I'm crazy about her. That's why I acted like a gentleman. I didn't want her to feel that I just wanted to have sex with her. I told her I wanted to see her again."

"Jerry, she told me she had to hold your hand, she had to kiss you at the end of the night, and worst of all she invited you in and you turned her down."

"I was afraid I might try something if I went in. I respected her too much to take that chance."

"You idiot, that's why she invited you in. Now she thinks that you were just being nice because I set it up and that you thought she was too fat."

"Shit, shit, shit, I was trying to do the right thing. She isn't fat, and I never said anything like that. In fact she is the prettiest girl I've ever met. You women, no matter what a guy does, it's always wrong. Hell, Cheri, maybe I'll call her and apologize, but what am I apologizing for. Not fucking her? Not having sex with her? For acting like a gentleman. I don't get it."

"Jerry, I'm going to tell you what she told me but you can't let her know I told you, okay?"

"Of course, I want to see her again but I'm not sure what the hell a guy's supposed to do."

"She's crazy about you. She hasn't been with a man since she and her husband divorced almost two years ago. She's very vulnerable right now. She thought that you didn't want to date a woman with a kid. I'm sorry for not telling you. That was my mistake but Tina is a great kid and I wanted you to meet her before you made an opinion about dating a woman with a child. I figured you'd fall in love with Tina when you met her."

"So, I should call Julie, and act like I don't know anything?"

"Yes, but don't just go grabbing her, little brother. Take your time, you two are made for each other. Trust me, I'm your big sister after all."

"Is she at her desk right now? Is it alright to call her?"

"Sure, but don't let her know you talked to me, okay?"

"Okay sis, and for the record, I really do like Julie. Thank you for the blind date, and, yes, I love little Tina; she looks just like her mother."

I called Julie's number and the phone rang.

"Julie Moore, how may I help you?"

"By going out with me again," I replied.

"Jerry, you actually called me again. I thought..." I interrupted her.

"Julie, I have to tell you something and please tell me if I am out of line. I thought about you all weekend. When you went into the house, I saw you had a tear in your eye. I don't know why but I have to tell you that I wanted to come in. If I would have I would have made a pass at you and was afraid of being rejected and I wanted to see you again. I didn't want to push my luck."

"Are you saying you like me, Jerry, even though I'm overweight and have a child?"

"Overweight? Get off thinking like that. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever met and I want to see you again and as far as Tina is concerned, she's as pretty and nice as her mother."

"So are we going to see each other again? I'm free Saturday; in fact I'm free every Saturday," laughed Julie.

"I have my kids this weekend and was going to take them to the zoo. Would you and Tina like to go with us?"

"Are you serious? We would love it. Tina loves animals. Would it be alright with your kids though?"

"No problem, I'm the dad. Besides the kids would love watching Tina. They get a kick out of watching kids that are younger than them.

We all went to the zoo and it was like one big happy family. My kids loved pushing Tina around and playing with her as much as they enjoyed the zoo. As for me, I enjoyed being around happy kids and a beautiful woman. I know I've only known her for a couple of weeks but I was falling for her. I started putting my arm around her waist and holding her hand. I wanted her to know that it was me making the forward moves.

We were in the aquarium room where it was pretty dark. The kids were all staring at the sharks and I backed Julie into a dark doorway where no one could really see us and I kissed her. I just leaned forward and kissed her and she kissed me back. I then pulled away and said, "Julie, I'm not sorry for that. I thought that you ought to know. There's some things I can't help and wanting to kiss you is one of those things."

She just smiled at me but didn't reply. I took her by the hand and we continued following the kids. It might seem silly but this was probably one of the best days of my life. At least in the recent years. The zoo was closing and no one was ready to leave. I was so happy for the kids. We went to a park and let the kids play on the swings, while Julie and I just watched them. Mike and Carla treated Tina like a little sister.

My kids kept saying , "Dad, this and, dad, that," so little Tina started calling me dad since she heard it over and over from my kids. Julie corrected her twice but finally gave up and apologized to me.

"It's fine, Julie. I don't mind. In fact I kind of like it. She is one sweet little girl."

I dropped my kids off at their house and then drove Julie home. She looked at me and invited me in. This time I went in. She offered me something to drink and I took a soda. She said she was going to put Tina to bed early since she missed her nap.

"Say goodnight to Uncle Jerry. It's time for night, night."

Little Tina came up to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Good night, daddy. I have to go to bed."

"Good night, beautiful little girl. Sweet dreams."

Julie came out and sat next to me on the couch. 

"Things are going kind of fast, aren't they," she said.

"Yeah, we need to talk. There are things you need to know about me before things go to far."

"What kind of things, Jerry?"

"About my marriage and why it ended. You need to know; you might not want to have anything to do with me. I need to put all my cards on the table."

"Jerry, I know all about your divorce. About you getting drunk and having sex with a hooker, then bringing it home and giving it to your wife. Cheri told me all about it. You're clean now, right?"

"My God, what didn't my sister tell you? Did she tell you that I'm falling in love with you even though we just met?"

"No, she didn't. Are you, Jerry, or was that just an off the wall statement?"

"Oh, shit, yes, I think I am. I have this feeling of wanting to be with you and thinking about you. To be honest, I don't know if it's love or lust, but I want in your pants. I don't want to just screw you. I want to make sexual love to you if I still remember how."

"Jerry, I haven't been with any man since my divorce two years ago. I don't know whether I'm good in bed or not. Would you give me your opinion?" she smiled.

"Julie, why are you divorced? You are so nice, so beautiful. My God, you're the total package; why would any guy let you go?"

"Geez, Jerry, I'm not all that much but thank you...."

"Bullshit, you are that much. I'll telling you that and I haven't even got in your pants yet."

"Okay, Jerry, I need to get serious to tell you about myself. I was young and Ray was my boyfriend. We dated for a couple of years and he was the wild rustic kind of guy. You know, the kind that's suppose to be dangerous. Well, he was. I got pregnant and so we got married. Instead of being happy, he blamed everything on me. When Tina arrived, he wasn't even there. He was out with his friends. We fought every time we were together. He still went out and picked up women and had sex with them. He told me I got fat after having the baby and didn't want anything to do with me."

She had tears in her eyes so I held her and kissed her on the forehead. I didn't even know this guy and I already wanted to do him in.

Julie continued, "He came home one night saying for me to get in the bedroom. He wanted a fuck and to get my fat ass in the bedroom now. I was holding Tina at the time. I told him to 'Drop dead, I was going to get a divorce.' He reached up and backhanded me. I fell to the floor and he kicked me at least three times. I felt the pain but was busy trying to protect Tina. If he would have hit her it would have killed her. Finally I heard the police coming in the door. The neighbors overheard the commotion and called them. He was arrested and served three months."




The Second Time Around



"It's okay, you don't have to say any more," I said.

"No, I have to finish. I was pretty bruised and banged up; the paramedics told me I should go the hospital, but I had to take care of my baby. I healed pretty quickly except for my ribs. He cracked one of them. I applied for a divorce and of course got it. After he got out of jail the police brought him by to get his things. He's not allowed around me and can only see Tina with someone else being there. He has never come to see her. He is supposed to pay a hundred dollars a week child support. Whenever he has a job they garnishee his paycheck. He's about two thousand dollars in arrears. I don't care; I just don't want him in Tina's life. Well, now you know my story. Do you still want to have sex with me?"

"No!" A look of horror came across her face.

"I want to make sensuous love to you," I said.

She smiled and kissed me very sensuously. Damn, what a kisser. I honestly believe I could come just kissing her. I know that it was my feelings for her that helped make me feel this way.

I wasn't going to tell you about the love making we had afterwards, but it's so imbedded in my mind I have to tell you some of it. She checked to make sure that Tina was asleep. She put on an old CD with romantic songs playing. I was listening to, 'I Can't Help falling In Love With You', as she was slowly taking off her clothes. She dimmed the lights and then removed her pants. All she had on was her bra and panties. I stripped down to my briefs.

Wise men say, only fools rush in. but I can't help falling in love, with you.

She moved over onto the bed, then pulled my briefs down enough to reach in and take my cock in her hands. She stroked it slowly and as she looked up into my eyes she put the head of my cock into her mouth. Warm, and wet, I could feel her tonguing the slit on the head of my cock. I felt myself getting harder and harder. She pulled it out of her mouth and reached back and unfastened her bra and pulled it away from her body. She had big gorgeous breasts.

She rolled over onto her back as I crawled on the bed and began kissing her. First on her lips, then her cheeks, down to her neck. For the first time I touched her breast.

"Careful, honey, they're big but very sensitive." 

I touched the nipple with my tongue, then gently took it into my mouth and sucked it to a stiff hardness. I repeated the same motions on her other nipple.

"God, I love it, Jerry; you're so good. It's been so long since I felt so good. Make love to me, Jerry. I'm yours to do with as you please. Just, don't hurt me."

See the pyramids along the Nile. Watch the sunrise on a tropic Isle. Just remember, darling, all the while You belong to me.

I slid down to her belly and kept kissing it. I could smell the aroma of her valley below. I slid my hand down over her hairy mound and squeezed it till I heard her moan and felt her valley getting wet with her juices.

She raised her hips and slid her panties down her thighs. She then spread her legs wide so I could get a good grip on her valley as I slid two fingers into her oh-so-wet hole. She was moaning and jacking her body against my fingers.

"Fuck me, Jerry, please fuck me. I want it so bad, it's been so long."

"Your first climax is going to be with my mouth."

"Jerry, I've never had a man eat me out before. Men seem to want oral sex but never willing to give it."

"I'm giving it to you right now, baby," as I scooted down and buried by face in her moist valley. I kissed, licked, and tongued her till I heard her scream out. Her juices flowing all over my face. She grabbed my head and spread her legs and pumped against my face for what felt like minutes.

She let go of my head and I scooted up between her wide open thighs and put my cock at her opening.

"Do you want me to use a condom."

"No, Jerry, I'm on the pill."

"What about disease?"

"You idiot, I had it in my mouth fifteen minutes ago. Put it in me and love me," she smiled.

I noticed she didn't say 'Fuck me', so I did make love to her. I slowly pushed my cock into her pussy. Did it ever feel good, hot and wet. I thought I was going to come any second. I had to hold back; I wanted to give her the ride of my life but I knew I wouldn't last.

"Come in me, honey, go ahead, don't hold back. You need it as much as I do. Shoot that load deep in me, baby."

I couldn't take any more as I held her legs high and pushed my cock in as deep as I could, till my balls were slapping against her ass. Then I came, I came with the biggest load of my life. Julie screamed out, "I love you, Jerry, I really do."

It seemed like I kept coming. She kept rotating her hips and squeezing my cock till it began to soften. I held it in her till her spasms stop. I rolled off of her and she rolled over on her side facing me. I took my face and buried my face it between her breasts and went to sleep.

When I woke up it was dark. The CD's were still playing.

Baby, baby don't get hooked on me. Baby, baby don't get hooked on me. Cause I'll just use you then I'll set you free. Baby, baby don't get hooked on me.

It was never going to happen. I would never let her go. I was already hooked on her. As I sat up to go to the bathroom, Julie rolled over on her back. She was awake.

"Jerry, I know I've only known you for a couple of weeks and we don't know everything about each other. But, in the throes of passion when I said, 'I love you,' I meant it. I know it might sound stupid and I don't know why I know except I feel it in my heart. I know this relationship is going way too fast but I needed to tell you. I don't want a reply from you, I just wanted you to know. When you get done in the bathroom, I'm going to ride you so you will never forget me."

"Julie, I have never been made love to the way you did with me. I will never forget you, you can take that to the bank." 

I got up and went to the bathroom. When I returned, she was on her knees and said, "Lay down, cowboy. I'm going to ride your bronco."

I couldn't believe how hard I was. She jacked me up and down a few times and began her ride. Damn, she was the best.

We started dating regularly after that night. I would see her once or twice during the week and most every weekend. My sister said that we both really seemed happy and was wondering what was next. I told her we just decided to play it by ear.

Our relationship was going along good until one day I got a call at work.

"Jerry Brown here."

"Hey, mother fucker, you stay the hell away from my wife and kid or they'll be hell to pay."

"Oh, it's 'beat up women and children Ray'. You mother fucker, I'll meet you anytime, any place and kick your ass back into the gutter where you belong," I replied.

Ray replied, "Listen, you stupid son of a bitch, you go near my wife and kid and it's not you I'm coming after, it will be them. I'll beat the shit out of Julie and I'll really do a number on the kid. Hell, in the long run, it will save me money."

"What the fuck is the matter with you? Why don't you leave the damn country. Julie isn't going to follow you."

"She owes me! She's my fucking wife, or at least was. If it wasn't for that damn kid we would still be fucking. She's pretty good at it. At least till she got so fucking fat. Then she had me locked up and I had to do hard time."

"If you ever touch a hair on either of their heads, I promise to hunt you down and kill you like a rabid animal."

"Look, asshole, you hold the cards. Just stay the fuck away from them and everything will be cool. I have people watching them. If I find out you've been there then I'll show up unannounced and do my thing. I will guarantee you will never recognize either of them." He hung up.

What the hell was I suppose to do? I didn't even know what he looked like or where he worked or stayed. Dammit, dammit, dammit, what could I do. I couldn't see Julie or Tina till I could find this son of a bitch.

I called Cheri at work.

"Cheri, can you see Julie from your desk?"

"Yes, she's working and smiling. I think she's in love."

"Okay, I have to tell you something but Julie is not to know."

"What's is it, Jerry? You're sounding kind of weird."

"I just got a call from Ray, Julie's ex-husband."

"What the hell did he want? He's no good, Jerry; he's bad news."

"He warned me to stay away from Julie and Tina."

"What? Stay away from Julie and Tina? Surely you're not going to let that son of a bitch get away with this. Damn, Jerry, I never saw you back down from a fight and never saw you lose one."

"This is a little different, Cheri. He's not coming after me. I already told him I would meet him. He laughed it off and said if I see Julie or Tina he pretty much said he would beat them up or even kill them. I can't take the chance of seeing them till I find this son of a bitch."

"What can I do, Jerry?"

"I don't want Julie to know. It would just scare her to death. I'm going to talk with her and maybe even break up with her till I get this bastard. I need information. Anything you can find out about him. Where he works, lives, hangs out. Pump Julie's head for anything that might help. Only tell her if she won't tell you anything. I need you to do this for me. Call me with anything helpful."

"Okay, Jerry, get the bastard for me too will you?"

"Yes, big sister, I'll get him for all of us."

After hanging-up from talking to Cheri, I called Julie.

"Julie speaking, how may I help you?"

"Hi, honey, it's me. You won't like what I'm about to tell you, but I need you to trust me."

"What is it, Jerry? What's the matter?"

"I can't tell you right now. I won't be seeing you for a week or two. I need you to know that I love you and I'm doing this for us."

"Jerry, please tell me. Is there someone else? Did I do something wrong?"

"No, nothing like that. I do need a favor from you. Cheri needs to know a few things about Ray. Would you tell her all you can please?"

"Ray? I don't love Ray, you know that. Why are you doing this, Jerry?"

"Please, just trust me, at least for a few days. Can you do that for me?"

"Okay, Jerry, I'll talk to Cheri and answer her questions."

"One more thing, Julie, don't pump Cheri for information. She doesn't know anything. She is asking you for me. I can't be seen with you right now and that is why Cheri is helping me."

"Jerry, this is crazy. I don't understand."

"I'm sorry, Julie, I really can't tell you anymore right now. I promise I will explain it all to you when it's over."

"Over? When what's over? Jerry, you're scaring me."

"Just do what I ask and everything will be fine. Just know I love you but don't try and come to see me or talk to me. It's very important that you trust me."

"Okay, Jerry, but I don't like it. I don't like it at all."

"I love you, Julie."

"I love you too, Jerry."

I hung up the phone and there stood two of my best workers. They were staring at me.

"What is it, boss? Need some help?"

Cal and Jim were two rough and ready guys. They both did a little time for assault when they were younger and gang members. 

"It's okay, guys. Just some personal issues. Nothing to do with work."

"Bullshit, Jer. Look, we've been here through all these conversations you just had. I don't mean to butt in, but as you have always told us, 'If it affects your personal life, then it affects your work.' We're here for you, Jer. That's what friends are for, so what gives?" asked Cal.

I remember when these two came in together for a job interview. The human resource department was a little nervous when they walked it. The manager called me in the office. I just stared at the two guys. They weren't necessarily big as they were strong and mean looking.

"Are you two here for an interview for the warehouse workers position?" I asked.

"Yeah, man, we could use the work. We just got out of jail and no one wants to hire us. Our parole officer said we better find some work. We are always getting the runaround but not the job. We can do the work; we just need the chance to prove it. No one wants to give us that chance," said Jim.

"Let me see your resumes."

"We don't have one, man. I'm a good worker but not much of a book learner. I just need a chance to prove I can do it," replied Cal.

"Bill, give them both an application and let them fill it out and I'll take a look at it." Bill was the manager but I was in charge of who was hired to work for me.

"Guys, don't lie on those applications. If you did time, put it down. I don't want liars working for me." 

I came back a few minutes later and they had their papers filled out. According to their paper work they were best friends, like two peas in a pod. Their work experience sucked but they looked strong. I took them back in the warehouse and told them to move some furniture.

"Put those sofas and chairs on the truck and be very careful you don't scratch or tear anything."

"Do we get the job or are we just doing the work?" asked Cal.

"It all depends on how well you load that truck. You have half an hour to get it done."

I went back inside and told Bill to put them on the payroll. He was a bit worried but went along. I went back into the warehouse about twenty minutes later and they were done loading the truck.

"Well, Cal, Jim, you got the job. I'll tell you up front that I expect you be honest with me and I'll be honest with you. I give the work schedule out and I expect you to do the job. My door is always open. You have a problem, bring it to me. Remember, your personal life affects your work. So, if there's a problem we will deal with it. You men wanted a chance to prove yourself, and I'm giving it to you. Go out front and fill out your papers. Tell Bill I said to give each of you a free lunch voucher for loading that truck. I don't expect you to work for nothing."

I had their respect and friendship. Now I could use their help.

"Okay, Cal, my girlfriend was married to a true idiot. He beat her and now he's back. He told me to stay away from her."

"Geez, Boss, excuse my language but just go beat his fucking ass."

'I'd love to, Cal, but I don't know the mother fucker or where he hangs out or works. He's not after me. He's after his ex-wife and daughter. If I see them, he is going to hurt them. I can't protect them twenty-four hours a day."

"Who is he, Boss?" asked Jim.

"Ray Moore is his name but I don't have any other information on him. He did time for assaulting his wife, my girlfriend."

"We know the fucker, Jerry. We were in lock up at the same time. He's kind of a know-it-all. You could whip his ass into next week. The problem is he has hang-ons."

"What's a hang-on, Jim"

"Stupid fuckers that are yes men for him. We call them toadies. They do his dirty work. It wouldn't be a fair fight, Jer. These mother fuckers play dirty."

"I can get down and dirty too, Jim. This son of a bitch is going to pay dearly for his actions. I don't care if I have to take on all of them."

"You only have to take on the one, boss; we have your back."

"Thanks, guys, see if you can find out where they hang out or something. I don't want to go to jail for this. I have to mark my time. Thanks again, guys. You are truly friends."

It was two days later when Cheri called me. She said Julie didn't know anything about Ray. Her checks were forwarded from children services.

"Cheri, I need to find out who's watching her. I do believe someone is spying on her. I need to know who."

"Jerry, you need to tell her. She's worried sick she did something. She will be in danger whether if you talk to her or not. Please call her. She's been crying half the time at work here. I think keeping her in the dark isn't the best idea."

"You're probably right, Cheri. I call her right now."

"Thanks, Jerry, and good luck. She just returned to her desk."

"Julie Moore, may I help you?"

"Hi, sweetheart. It's me."

"Jerry, it's so good to hear your voice. God, I've been worried sick. What's going on?"

"Well, I'm going to tell you everything I know. It's not good but I can't keep it from you. Ray called me the other day and told me you belonged to him."

"That's not true, Jerry. I belong to you, only you."

"I know, sweetheart, but you have to listen to me; this is very important. He told me if I come near you or Tina, he will do you harm."

"Oh, God, no, it can't be happening."

"Honey, it's okay. Me and a couple of friends are working on it. I just can't take that chance of being with you and having Ray following up on his treat."

"Jerry, he's a psycho. He would follow up. What can I do to help?"

"Ray told me he is having you watched. Have you seen anyone following you or staring at you, anything at all?"

"I get stared at a lot, Jerry, big boobs and all, but no one in ... particular."

"Why did you hesitate just now, Julie?"

"This might not mean anything, but a grandson of one of the old people a couple of trailers down has been staying over their house a lot more. I turned him down for dates time and time again. He gives me the creeps."

"What's his name?"

"Don't laugh, but its George Hamilton. Jerry, the last time I turned him down he was really pissed. I tried to be nice but I finally told him to go fuck himself. I don't usually talk like that but I don't like him and he wouldn't stop bothering me."

"Okay, honey. Just so you know, I do love you and we'll get past this together. Kiss Tina for me will you?"

"I sure will. She asked me where dada was last night."

"Okay, honey, take care. Bye."

It was a couple of more days when Cal and Jim approached me and said they found out some information.

"Ray and his toadies are working for a roofing company. It was hard to pin them down since they are never at the same place more than a few days."

"Good job, guys. I knew I could count on you."

"More news, boss. Ray and his toadies hang out at Joe's Bar over on Fifth Street. It's a pretty nasty place. We know because we use to hang out there ourselves. They hang out there most every evening."

"Do either of you guys know George Hamilton?"

They laughed at the same time. "You don't mean the old actor do you, Jer."

"No, guys. I think our spy is a George Hamilton."

Cal spoke, "I know a Georgie Porgy, who was a rat in jail. Don't know his last name, could be your guy. I'd know him if I saw him."

"Why don't you two go to Joe's Bar tonight and see what the latest is. Don't tell anyone where you work. We don't want to give anything away here. By the way, the drinks are on me but you two better be sober when you show up for work tomorrow."

"How about a little dinner too, boss? We hate drinking on an empty stomach."

"Okay, guys, try and keep the night under a hundred." They both laughed. A hundred bucks buys a lot of booze in a dive like Joe's.

Cal and Jim came in the next day. "Found out a lot of shit, Jer. This asshole was laughing at you pretty good."

"Tell me everything; start from the beginning."

"Cal and I went in and ordered dinner. By the way boss, thanks; that was a pretty good steak. Anyway while we were eating, Ray and two of his toadies came in and sat at the bar. We went up and acted like we were all old friends. He asked us what we've been up to, and we told him we just got out a couple of weeks ago and was looking for work. He told us he could get us jobs but we would have to give him a percentage. We told him we'd see about that later. We really didn't want to work all that bad."

Jim continued, "We asked him what he was up to and he told us about the roofing jobs. Cal asked him if he was still married and he started laughing. He said he divorced the fat bitch and told her boyfriend he was going to beat her to death if he ever saw her again. Then he told us he had Georgie Porgy watching her place. He did tell us he was going to go after her anyway, probably tomorrow. He told us we could come along and help gang bang her if we wanted."




The Second Time Around



"The son of a bitch is dead in my book. I need to do something quick here."

"Jerry, we can't stand the asshole either. We're ready whenever you are."

"Okay, guys, here's the plan." 

After we made our plans Cal handed me back forty bucks. He said they decided not to buy the prick a drink. They did however have a few beers on me. 

I told them, "Anytime, guys, anytime."

They did tell me that the only one that knows my face was George. It was better for us if Ray didn't know me until the time was right. I called my sister Cheri and asked to talk to her husband Bill.

Bill was an ex-military man and knew how to handle himself. I told him what I needed and why; he agreed with no hesitation. I then called Julie.

"Honey, is everything alright?" I asked.

"Jerry, I'm nervous. Every time I leave the house I know that George is following me. When is this going to be over, Jerry? I thought about calling the police but I don't have proof of anything. I guess I have to get beat up or dead before they will investigate."

"Honey, don't take it out on the police. They're just doing their job. I need to tell you that when you get home from work tomorrow that Bill, Cheri's husband, will be there to protect you. Have Tina go with Cheri for her own protection. We don't want her to see anything."

"What's going to happen, Jerry."

"If Ray has his way, you will get gang banged and left for dead. If I have mine it will be Ray getting gang banged."

"Oh, my God, Jerry, I don't quite understand but I'm glad you're on my side. Jerry, I love you. Please be careful."

"I love you too, honey. Don't worry, this will be all over soon. And, for what it's worth, I love you too."

I had one more thing to do. I had to contact the lawyer and get some parental guardianship papers. Ray would be signing his rights away for Tina. I didn't want him near her, ever.

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The next day we got all our work done early and headed to Joe's Bar. I ordered a round of beers and while we were drinking them Ray and two of his toadies came in. He was a cocky sort, but by looking at him, I knew I could take him. Cal and Jim got up and told Ray they were ready to fuck some pussy.

Ray said, "I gave that some thought and it's some fine ass pussy. I'll let you guys in for fifty bucks apiece. You can do her as many times as you like."

Cal looked at Ray, and said; 'I thought we were friends. You're going to charge us for fucking your ex? What about these two losers with you? Did they pay?"

One of the toadies spoke, "Cal, he charged us a hundred dollars to be part of it. He says she's real pretty." I could tell the toadies were afraid of Cal and Jim.

Cal looked at the guy, "Listen, you little toad, if I want to hear you speak, I'll squeeze your fucking cock. No one was asking you anything."

"Sorry, Cal, I didn't mean to interfere," spoke the toadie.

"Take it easy there, Cal. These are my friends too. It's just business. I set things up like jobs and these gang bangs and I get paid for my work, that's all. Now, Georgie is going to be at the broad's house in a few minutes. He's supposed to call us."

Jim looked at me and then Ray. "Hey, Ray, we came with a friend. Can he get in on the action for fifty bucks?"

Ray looked over at me drinking my beer. "Sure, as long as he buys a round of beers while we're waiting for Georgie to call."

I circled my finger in the air for the bartender to serve a round. One of the toadies came up to me and told me that Ray wanted his money up front for the gang bang.

"You go tell your fucking buddy that I'm not giving him shit till I see the pussy up close and personal." He quickly ran back to Ray who looked at me and just held up his beer and grinned.

Cal and Jim came back and sat with me. We heard Ray's cell phone ring.

"Yeah, you got her. You have a knife at her throat. She's in handcuffs? You don't go fucking her till we get there. It will be about ten minutes. Is the kid there? She is? Okay, see you in a few minutes."

"'Okay, guys, follow me. The pussy is waiting. We're even going to steal a kid when we get through doing in the mom," laughed Ray.

I didn't know how I could hold my temper like this. I wanted to just jump up and beat the living shit out of this asshole. Cal, Jim and I followed Ray and his toadies in Ray's van to Julie's house. As soon as we pulled up, Bill stepped out on the porch with a knife at George's throat. Bill had George handcuffed.

"What the fuck's going on?" yelled Ray. "I thought you said you had her by the throat and in cuffs."

"This guy jumped me and said he'd kill me if I didn't do what he says. That's why I told you what I did on the phone"

"He can kill your fucking ass if he wants to, you little puss. You're nothing but a fucking fagot. There are six of us here to do the job. He can't take us all on."

Cal, Jim and I got out of the car and headed toward the porch.

"Ray!" screamed Georgie. "There's Jerry."

Ray turned around and looked at me. "Get back, Jerry. There is still five of us."

"Two guys with you, you worthless piece of shit." said Cal. "We're with Jerry."

"Hey, you two toads, I suggest you stay out of it," called Jim.

Ray's toads backed away. They didn't want to mess with Cal and Jim.

"Okay, you mother fucker, you're all mine," as I hit Ray with a right fist across his left cheek. He went down with me jumping on top of him. Right fist again to the left side of his face. Another fist to his face. He was one bloody mess.

"Cal, bring me that paper for him to sign before he loses his vision," I asked.

"Okay, Ray, you have one chance and one chance only. You sign this paper that says you give up all rights to Tina and I might let you live." I handed him the paper and he signed the paper through squinting eyes. They were swelling quickly.

"Now for your apology."

"I'm sorry, I'm so..."

"Not to me, you dumb ass. To Julie, for making her life a living hell."

Julie came out the front door and ran to me and hugged me. "Are you alright, Jerry? I was so worried for you."

"I'm fine, honey. I think Ray has something to say to you."

Ray spoke, "I'm sorry for all the trouble I caused you. I promise it will never happen again. Please let me go." He was still on the ground as Julie kick him twice in the side. She said it was once for her and once for Tina.

"We're not through with you yet. You damn son-of-a-bitch, you wanted a gang rape, you perverted piece of shit. A gang bang you will have." I said.

I called over the toadies and George. "Is this piece of trash your friend?"

George spoke first. "No, we hate him. He just used us and made us his servants. We really don't like him."

"Then you guys take him and put him in his van and gang bang him. You all paid him for a gang bang, didn't you? Here's your chance to get even," I said.

"George, come here." I took off the cuffs and gave them to one of the toadies to put on Ray. " You followed Julie and gave her the creeps didn't you George."

"I'm sorry, Jerry. It will never happen again." I gave George a right to the mid-section. He doubled over and fell to the ground.

"Please no more, please," George gasped.

"Here's the way it's going to be. If I ever hear or see Ray again, in my lifetime, you three are dead men. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Jerry, sir. We promise you will never hear from Ray again."

"I suggest the three of you disappear as well, just in case I change my mind."

The van took off and we heard screaming from the inside. I guess they were getting the gang bang they paid for. We never heard from any of them again.

We heard sirens and the police pulled up. They looked at us. Cal and Jim and Bill were drinking a beer and I had my arm around Julie.

"What's going on here. We got a call about a domestic disturbance."

"I'm sorry, officer. It's my fault. I just asked my girlfriend to marry me and she accepted. I guess my friends and I made a little too much joyful noise."

"Well, celebrate a little quieter if you can, and congratulations to both of you."

"Thank you, officers. I'd offer you a beer but I guess you're still on duty."

We all headed back into the house. 

"Julie and Bill, I want to introduce you to two of the best warehouse workers in the business. Meet Cal and Jim."

They all said their hellos and then Cal and Jim said they would be on their way. The three of us came in Jim's car and I told them I would catch a ride with Julie later. I would see them Monday at the regular time.

Cal looked at me and said, "Are Jim and me invited to the wedding, Boss?"

"You sure the hell are with all the beer you two can drink."

"Thanks, boss, and congratulations to you and Julie."

As they left, Julie was smiling at me.

"What? What did I do? Tell me," I asked.

"You told the police, Cal and Jim that we are getting married. When are you going to ask me?"

Right then a car pulled up and out jumped Cheri and Tina. "What's going on? Bill just called and told me to get here right away. Is everything alright? Where's Bill?"

"Hi, honey. I didn't think you would want to miss this. Jerry is about to propose to Julie." Bill was walking out of the house.

"Oh, my God, my little brother is going to marry my best friend," as she started crying.

All eyes were on me. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. On it was a saying or poem.

"Julie, I found this poem. I think it explains how I feel much better than I can say it. I don't know who wrote it. It said, anonymous."

"AWoman Be very careful if you make a woman cry, because God counts her tears. The woman came out of a man's rib, Not from his feet to be walked on, Not from his head to be superior, but from the side to be equal. Under the arm to be protected and next to the heart to be loved."

"Julie, I love you with all my heart and soul." I got down on one knee.

"Julie, will you marry me?"

Julie and Cheri were both crying. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a ring.

"Oh, God, thank you. Jerry, yes, yes, yes, yes, a thousand times yes, I will marry you," she said as I slipped the ring onto her finger.

I looked over at Tina who was crying because her mother was. "Sweetheart, Tina, will you be my little girl, my daughter? Then Mike and Carla will be your brother and sister."

"Yes, daddy, I be your daughter," she smiled, as well as the rest of us.

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We've been married about six months now and it has been wonderful. We had a small wedding but lots of food and beer for the guests. Even Lisa and Robert showed up. Mike and Carla were happy. They now had a little sister to tease.

Cal and Jim went together and bought us a three day stay at a luxury hotel for our wedding gift. The card said, "To the best boss ever and his beautiful wife. Thanks again for believing in us and giving us a second chance."

We see Cheri and Bill often, They are our best friends. Julie is off the pill now. We don't know if we will have a your's, mine, and ours household or not, time will tell. We did take the parental agreement to the judge and I now have a daughter named Tina who carries my last name, just like her mother.

We have never heard from Ray, George, or the toadies. Cal and Jim stopped by Joe's Bar one day to ask around. All the bartender knew was they came in with us that one night and never have returned. Which is fine with me.

Hope you liked my story.

Comments welcome.

DG Hear



The Second Time Around



Not all stories are neat, nor do they all start at the beginning. Mine starts somewhere in the middle when my mother said, "I've missed you...I've missed the way we used to be." Yes, every conclusion you might reach about the phrase 'the way we used to be' will probably be true, and then some. I had an affair with my mother Daniela. I slept with Daniela. I fucked Daniela. All true.

But that was in the past when I was just starting college and mom was a thirty eight year old woman about to be alone as she had never been. It was bad enough when her husband died and left her with a small child to care for. It was bad enough when there was almost never enough of anything. Anyone who thinks it's easy to be a single mother, is wrong. 

I look back at all that now and it's as if I'm looking through a gauze curtain. I don't want to remember how many times we moved, how many schools I went to, and how much we traveled. I hope never to see the inside of a cheap motel room again, even if it was the place where I first had my mother. 

I don't know much, but I'm sure that there's probably no stronger love than a mother's love. But our first time together had more to do with sex than it did with love. I know it was that way for me, especially since I was virgin. I mean I'd been around the bases with some girls, but I never slid into home. And that's what it was for me, in the best possible sense.

My mother asked me to travel with her sometimes because she said that being alone so much was taking a toll on her. I didn't want to go, but I said okay. We were in the Green mountains and the scenery was gorgeous, even if the room wasn't. Mom had come back from calling on customers and we sat on one of the beds watching "Leaving Las Vegas," when she moved close and put her head on my chest. It wasn't something she often did. 

We were watching TV that way for about five minutes when she put her head in my lap and kissed over my dick. I could have said something; I could done something in the interim before she did it again. What I did was almost hyperventilate, get hard, and feel my head spin. After the third time, when I was sure that it wasn't an accident or my imagination, I stroked her hair. She sighed. She turned and came up to kiss my lips. 

It's an exaggeration to say her lips were burning, but it felt that way to me. Or maybe it was mine. We didn't talk as we made out. I took my lead from her because I was afraid of breaking the spell. I didn't want her to stop. The only initiative I took at first was to put my hand on her breast. It was an almost automatic response to making out. And she had nice, big, breasts. That I had always noticed.

She stripped me to the waist first, and ran her hands over my chest and back as we kissed. She took off her blouse and bra, and I ran my hands over those lovely fleshy globes over and over again, crossing the stiffened nipples as many times as I could. She cupped her tit in offering and I was quick to take it into my mouth. I sucked my mom's nipple and the first sexual moan I'd ever heard from her crossed her lips. I sucked and suckled as if there was still milk to be had. 

She touched herself and fought to remove her skirt she took off her panties and I was stunned into inaction. I looked at her pussy in wonder. I was mesmerized by the folds and the color and the fragrance until I felt her urging my head down. I kissed her belly and moved lower, uncertainly. I was in uncharted waters until mom said, "There, yes...no...yes...higher...YES THERE...yes there, yes..." After a while I understood, and my own intuitive urges took over. My mother's pussy dripped honey and I love it. I had never done it before, but I loved it. 

My cock was like a rock and my mother was saying, "Yes Jessie, yes, God yes...OH,OH,OH...OHHHhhhhh..." Even in my inexperience, I knew that my mother was coming, and I reveled in the sound of my name because I'd never it before in the throes of sexual passion. She said, "Oh Jessie, Oh Jessie, oh Jessie...ohhh..."

When she opened her eyes, she also opened her arms. She beckoned me and said, "Come baby." I was overwhelmed. She was opening her legs, offering her pussy to me. She was saying I could be inside the place a woman only gives to her lover, the place society tells her never to give to her son. And my mother was about to give it to me. 

She was gently holding her knees apart and I could see the moisture on the fine hairs over her pussy. Her stockings were a subtle color, yet when the sheer beige ended in a brownish band around her thighs, it was in stark contrast to her creamy skin. She was smiling, she was not ashamed, not conflicted. My mother wanted her son inside her pussy.

I took my pants off quickly and my hand was practically shaking as I directed the head of my cock to her soft folds. I pressed into my mother's pussy. I expected it to be warm, but it was hot. I expected it to be wet, but it was soaked. I expected it to be soft, but it was a velvet glove massaging the length of my hard shaft as I pushed in as deep as I could go. And my mother said, "OH...Jess." 

I penetrated in and out of her, doing what I had never expected to be doing, and became the person I now wanted to be, a son making love to his mother. I was in a moment I never wanted to leave, stroking my mother's wet pussy, listening to her say words only heard in fantasies, "Yes Jessie baby, you're doing it so good for mommy...so good inside me." 

Her hips were moving to meet my thrusts and she pulled me into her with her hands fastened on my ass. I could feel her body trembling as I drove deep enough to make us one. And with each penetration into her welcoming channel, I fell in love with my mother. 

And these are the words that always stay with me. Not because they're so poetic or beautiful, but because they were the truth of that moment we shared. Mom said, "Jessie, I love you, and I always wanted you like this; as soon as you grew up I stopped wanting anybody else. I always wanted to tell you, to touch you, to have you, like this...like this...like this..." Her words matched our rhythm as a mother and son fucked and made love. At that moment, there was no difference. 

Her intensity deepened as I penetrated her and she said, "Oh Jess...Oh Jess, please tell me that you love me, tell me."

The sex and the love roiled in me. I said, "I love you so much mom." I was at a loss for words as I penetrated my mother's pussy, so I said it again and again as I took what many young son's want from their young mothers. And I told her I lover her.

"Yes baby," she said. "Love me, love me, love me..." The movements became frenetic as we both moved towards our inevitable orgasms. The thought that I was about to come inside my mother's pussy had me at a fever pitch. My bare cock was inside my mother's bare pussy and I was about to explode. I remember the instant that mom dug her nails into me; it triggered the release of my first hard stream of cum. I didn't have time to tell mom that I was coming, but she knew. 

"YES baby," she cried out. "Yes, come inside me, come inside your mommy, OH...OH...OHHhhhhh..." I had no doubt that my mother was coming as she writhed and moaned while I was shooting cord after cord of my cum into her waiting pussy. She was holding her legs behind her knees as I pistoned as fast as I could in and out of her, until we both collapsed into each others arms. She kissed me a thousand times on my face and neck as she said, "Don't ever stop loving me like that Jessie, don't ever stop." 

I said, "I never will mom." I was taken with how nice her body was. Her slim waist showed off her curves. I ran my hand over her tits and belly, down to her pussy. I held the sopping flesh and rubbed it.

Mom said, "Yes baby, it's for you, all for you." She kissed me long and deep as she formed her body to mine and then gave a long sigh of contentment. 

After a moment I said, "I knew it would be good, but I didn't know it would feel that good to be inside a woman." 

Mom's eyes widened and she almost bolted to a sitting position, as the pink flush left her face. She said, "God, no! Don't tell me that was your first time."

I didn't know why she was agitated and I just said, "So...?" 

She said, "I thought you had done it with Rose last year...you were out late so many times, and that night when I got so mad at you for not calling...oh my God, I took your virginity." 

I sat up and looked in her eyes and said, "Mom I'm glad it was you, it's something I'll have forever. It was great mom; it was beautiful, and you did it for me."

She touched my face and said, "Are you sure baby?"

I said, "I'm sure mom. Now, can we do it again? It won't be my first time anymore."

She laughed and I could see her body relax. She said, "Yes love, we can do it again, whenever you want to."

That began our affair. Certainly, it was about sex, for both of us. And it was more. I never doubted my mother's love for me. She proved it all summer long, each time she took me into her mouth, and into her pussy

At least that's how I remember it. There was all the touching, all the sucking, all the laughing, and all the fucking two people could do in two months that seemed to end in an instant. And with the end of summer came the beginning of the end of us. After endless talking and arguing, mom made me go off to school. She said I had to get on with my life. And she got on with her life. She started dating her manager at work. 

Yes, sometimes we still made love. When I came home, she was there for me, for a while. And when she talked about Mr. Crick, whom she called Karl, and I called Mr. Prick, she kept telling me how kind and generous he was. He bought her this, and he bought her that, and finally, he bought her. He asked her to marry him and she said, "Yes." 

I guess a part of me understood. She was tired of having nothing but a small rental apartment, a wreck of a car, and enough bills to make her dread picking up the mail and answering the phone. And despite my head reverberating with, 'Daniela don't do this,' I guess I respected her unwavering decision to stop sleeping with me because she was getting married. But I hated it. I hated every fucking minute of it, for a long time.

But, as I said, this is about now. So after eight years, I thought it was completely over, until a month ago when I heard those words, "I miss the way we used to be." She'd had a few too many drinks, and the next day she tried to back-track. She called to say that, "It came out wrong." I wasn't convinced, and even though we were both married by then, it didn't stop the re-kindling of my desire. I guess even one word is enough to change the flow of events; in this case, it was that sentence. 

Carol and I had seen a lot of mom and Karl over the years since I had finished school, and we all got along. I stopped thinking of Karl as 'Mr. Prick' because he gave mom all the material things that made her life easy, and he wasn't a bad sort.

Was it inevitable that I would sleep with my mother again? No. No. That's a cop-out. We knew what we were doing, and we both wanted each other. Yes, we wanted each other so much we were willing to get into a swamp of immorality and guilt. Did we have reason to feel guilty when we first slept together as mother and son? Was it wrong? The question doesn't even make sense to me. Having incest with my mother was nobody's business but ours, and it was the sweetest love I'd ever known. No, it was just that for us, life, and love became a lot messier the second time around.

It didn't take long for the re-ignition. The day after mom said that she missed me, I called her. Here's the whole conversation with full orchestration. 

"Mom, I'm coming over."

"Okay."

Nobody was under any illusions. When I got there she was in an expensive camisole of sheer black. I could see her bra and panties through it. I could see the wonderful full cleavage that formed as the bra pushed her tits together. "She said, "Jess, I missed you so much...it hurts me baby...I can't...I can't..." I could see she was getting teary and I wasn't sure if she was about to tell me that she couldn't go through with it, until she beckoned me with her arms. We kissed and I undid the two buttons that opened the nightgown. I pulled the top of her bra down to free her tits and took one of the big globes in my hand.

She remembered something I had told her a long time ago and said, "Does it still make you hard every time you see my breasts?" I put her hand on the unmistakably stiff answer and the word 'Yes' smiled out of her mouth. 

Were those tits the same as they were eight years before? Did they stand as high on a forty six year old woman as they did on the thirty eight year old? To me it seemed so, and I didn't care if they didn't, because they were beautiful, and they were in my hands, and very soon I was going to be in the pussy of my first love. Yes, she was my first love and it's a bond almost as strong as that of a mother and son, and I had them both.

Mom had taught me how to love, physically and emotionally. I came to feel that there was more than just having her body. There was the feeling that she loved me and I loved her as we did all those things that made it so great. 

We went to her bedroom and when I took the nightgown and bra completely off, she became self-conscious and said, "I got fat." 

I looked at her like she was crazy. If she had put on a pound or two, it was where any man loves a woman to have it. I said, "You're more beautiful than you were eight years ago...and do you know something mom, I couldn't want you more than I do now. I've always wanted you, and this." I put my hand inside her panties and she closed her eyes as I rubbed the wet flesh. I said, "Daniela..." 

She said "Yes," with a breath full of desire. During that summer when we first found each other, that was the word she had always said to me. There was nothing I could ask her that she wouldn't do. Even the one time I was sorry for what I put her through, she had still said, "Yes." 

When her panties were off, I could see what I had felt, that her pussy was shaved the way she used to do it for me. She had the small patch of hair she kept over her bare folds that I loved to lick and suck. I pointed and said, "Did you stay that way since we were together?" 

She said, "Yes." 

I said, "Mom, did you think we were going to be together again?"

She said, "I guess a part of thought so, or hoped so...oh honey, you were the only one that was ever good for me...that I wanted like this...I wanted you for almost a year before you first touched me, and it never stopped...all this time...Jessie, please be inside me now." I wanted that more than anything. 

Mom had enjoyed being taken from behind and we often started our lovemaking with her on the bed on her hands and knees, but now she got on her back and opened her legs. She said, "I want to look at you when you're inside me, come baby." Her arms were open and it was a picture of desire that I won't soon forget.

It was quick, that first time of our second go-round. I entered her pussy and we went from start to finish as if we were racing to see who would come first. Mom won, but not by much. I pumped my mother's pussy with rapid fire thrusts long after we both came. I knew it wouldn't be long before we would be at it again, and again. 

I floated off into that timeless space that can follow satisfying sex as she talked about how much she'd missed being with me. I felt the stirrings again when my attention turned back to my mother when I saw her doing what she did with her nipples. That summer, I'd watched her many times doing it in the bath, or just sitting in bed. It was idle masturbation. She gently stretched the tips of both of her nipples. Not with her arms crossed, but with her elbows out so that her left hand was on her left tit and her right hand pulled on the nipple of her right tit. I bent over to suck on one of her globes and she fed it to me with a soft moan. She said, "I couldn't stand it any more Jess. The thought of not having in me ever again was torturing me. This is wrong, isn't it Jessie? I'm messing up your life."

I said, "Mom, we're both doing this because we need each other. What we want from each other, what we have together, it's never going to go away. I don't know what we're going to do about it, but I'm not giving you up again, do you hear me?"

Her voice was full of emotion when she said, "Yes baby, yes, I hear you." She kissed me passionately as her tongue played in my mouth and invited me to fuck her again. This time, it sweet and slow; we kissed and touched for a while then she did my body with her mouth. She kissed and sucked me everywhere until I couldn't wait anymore and I directed her to my cock. Before she started she said, "I know I'm not the only mother that has sex with her son, but I can't imagine one who loves her son more. And I don't care if I'm just being a fool. Even if you don't want me anymore tomorrow, I want tonight."

As she went down on me, I told her I'd want her forever, and I felt her lips and tongue working on me. After sucking on each of my balls, mom took the head of my cock into her mouth. My shaft rested on the soft pillows of her lips as her tongue teased the spongy swollen mass that the top of my cock had become. She ran her tongue around the crease of the helmet until my hips flexed to get her to start sucking. Only my mother could suck me with sex and love that I could feel with every stroke. 

She moved up and down the shaft making the sounds I had almost forgotten a woman could make. It was a woman loving her man, and a mother loving her son. I said, "I've missed you so much mom," as I took myself almost unwillingly out of her mouth to take her pussy into mine. 

She said, "Darling, darling, darling..." as I did all the things I had learned to do to her pussy during that golden summer. I sucked the fleshy folds and I massaged the rubbery clit that became erect in my mouth. I wanted to devour her, the way I wanted to when I was young and saw her legs in stockings, fantasizing about what was between them. As I sucked her, I wanted to be in all her holes at once. Pictures of all the possibilities flashed to the music of my mother's moans. I was thick in her mouth, wrapped in her pussy, and penetrated into the tight, hot depths of my mother's ass.

When I thought she was about to come, I stopped. She said pleadingly, "Oh Jessie, I was so close."

I said, "I know mom." I turned her and entered her pussy from behind. I wanted to pump her and I knew it took her longer to climax when she was in that position. I stroked all the way in and stayed for a moment. It reminded me why sex was so good with her. People talk about size all the time. It's only a part of the puzzle. What matters is how you fit, and I fit into my mother. For whatever reason, we were right for each other. I was the right size to make her feel it all, and she was the right size to make each penetration an exquisite massage along my shaft.

And if it's a cliché to say that we fit as hand in glove, it doesn't change the fact. That's how it feels to be inside my mother's pussy. And I love her. And she loves me. And as I'm stroking inside her I wished it could all stay as simple as the love we were making. And almost on cue mom said, "You're so good for me baby." And I knew it was so, because she was so good for me. And she asked me what she so often wanted to know when we first made love and I pushed in and out of her pussy, "Am I a good mom to you, am I baby?" 

And I told her what I would always tell her, "You're the best."

I can see that night as if it's happening now. I turn her, and when she's on her back, I lift one of her legs and enter her again. It affords me an angle that usually makes her come. My cock is so hard; I can see a slight upward curve as it penetrates her pussy again and again. My straining cock enters and disappears inside her body. The sounds and fragrance of sex swirl around us. And then her back arches and she says, "OH, OH, OH..." and she's coming. 




The Second Time Around



I'm overwhelmed with my love for her at that moment and I push harder and faster into her sweet pussy. I know I'm having sex with the love of my life and I tell her that. The sounds she makes brings me to that place where my release is inevitable. I say, "MOM..." and she knows I'll come."

She says, "Yes baby," and she moves in the way that will heighten and intensify my orgasm. I hear her 'yes baby,' as I have always heard it. It means, yes come inside me, yes fill me, yes fuck me. My cum fills my mother's womb and I almost recoil from the force of my ejaculations into her pussy. But even before the pleasure of my release passes, the weight of what we're doing slowly descends on me. We kiss and I'm thinking about Carol and Karl. It would have been so much easier if my wife Carol was a bitch, or a cheat, but she is none of those things.

Mom holds me and asks me what I'm thinking. I don't tell her, but she knows. She says. "This isn't going to be easy, is it?" I give her a half smile and she says, "I know sweetheart, but I'm not going to give you up either."

We made love when we could after that. I owned my own business, and it was easy for me to get away, so we made love a lot. The first week was a honeymoon and I was able to set my thoughts aside and be with mom as much emotionally as physically. The next few weeks were harder as I began wrestling with myself, trying to reconcile it all. I was willing to rationalize if it would work, but it didn't. Mom and I talked, but none of the scenarios made any sense. It started to get to me. 

No matter what some people think, you can't have it all. I know I can't. Carol began commenting on my 'Distance' from her. I didn't see a neat ending because I was still in the middle of it. And if it sounds like a soap opera, I can't help it. 

I unburdened myself a bit when I spoke to mom and began writing this, but I felt the future closing in on me while my mother's kisses were on my lips; and when my cock was on my mother's lips. That's another problem. I didn't plan on going into detail on this kind of thing because I was afraid it would make my mother sound like a whore. She's not. She's a wonderful woman, and one who's very good at sex. She has capacities that Carol simply doesn't have. 

Mom can take me down her throat. The first time she did it I was stunned. I never asked her the obvious questions about it, because I probably didn't want to know. I'd almost forgotten what it was like until we began making love again. I remember the first time she did it to me as I inched farther into her mouth until I could feel myself at the usual point where a woman would stop and use her hand. But mom kept taking me deeper. I was almost afraid to move until I couldn't help it. It didn't matter. I could flex my hips and mom stayed with me. Over and over she took the full length of me into her until she used her tongue on my balls. I knew that no woman could ever make me feel what my mother made me feel. And I was amazed when she told me to come like that. 

I thought I'd had the ultimate orgasm when I came in my mom's mouth, but she seemed to outdo herself each time we made love. After the first time I came in her mouth she said to me, "I want to do everything for you," and she came close. After the summer of having my mother, the word anticlimax took on a new meaning for me. And once we started again, I knew that the sex I had with Carol could never be enough. 

But it's always more than the sex. I wasn't in love with Carol the way I was with my mother. There was no burning passion; I had just been going through the motions with her after mom left me. 

So mom and I snuck around for about a month; that gets old fast. So after making love one afternoon, I had my head in mom's lap as she stroked my hair. I said, "We have to do something, don't we mom?"

She said, "Yes baby, I guess we're putting off the inevitable because it's easier to do nothing."

I said, "I'll do it first. Do you think I should tell Carol the truth, I guess she deserves it."

Mom said, "Nobody deserves to be put through that kind of pain...baby that would be a selfish thing to do. She wouldn't understand and it would just complicate everything. Honey, it's more important to be kind than to be truthful, and at least your business is doing well enough to give a settlement that can keep her on her feet." Mom was always smarter than I was. So I agreed and over the course of the next months, the divorce was pretty much a done deal. I felt like hell, but it was fortunate that Carol and I had put off having kids until the business was built, and at least she was still young enough to start over.

Later on mom began her proceedings and poor Karl kept saying to her that he thought they were happy. Mom tried to take all the blame, but she felt terrible about what Karl went through. After lots of discomfort, Mom and I moved back in together.

We celebrated six months together last night. The good news is that Carol is seeing someone, and Karl wasted no time finding someone to help him spend his money. We celebrated the way we always do, together, at home, alone. We called it our six month wedding anniversary, and we are more than married. 

I watched my mother putting nail polish on her toes last night after her bath. I took off the towel that she was wrapped in telling her I wanted to look at her great body. She always laughs in disbelief, but she still thrills me. Her body was warm and fragrant and I scooped her heavy breasts and sucked on the rosy tips. I can't get enough and lucky for me, mom still always says, "Yes." I feel fortunate that our libidos are in sync, because I can't imagine wanting to let a day go by without having her physically.

I'm not a body-builder, but as a joke I picked her up and carried her into the adjoining bedroom and dropped her on the bed. I told her to open her legs and she gave me a sexy half-smile I tear my eyes from hers to take in her ass and her legs and her tits and her pussy. 

I went between her legs to suck on her pussy. I like giving her head almost as much as I like her giving it to me. Her clit was engorged and felt thick between my lips. I licked around it for a while and when I sucked it up she said, "Oh Jessie, I like that so much."

I said, "I like you so much," and went back to attending to her pussy and clit. 

When she was more than ready, and I was at the point where I could no longer wait to take her, she said, "Baby, I want all our anniversaries to be like this, with you inside me."

I said, "That's what I want too mom." I pushed into the place that had been giving me comfort every night for the past six months. Her flesh was yielding and everything I touched seemed sensitive and charged. Everything I touched felt firm and pliant. Her tit was hot in my hand and I knew it was the way she loved me that made it all feel so good. I couldn't imagine tiring of my mother's pussy.

Mom moved with me and enveloped me in her flesh. I ran my hands over the soft curves that were everywhere on her body. I lifted her leg onto my shoulder and held her ass as I pumped my stiff rod into her center. I moved my hand to her big tit and massaged it as I continued my penetrations of her pussy. She said, "I'm so glad you're mine baby; you're my boy, you're my man, you're my love, aren't you baby?"

I said, "Yes mom, and you're mine, my beautiful girl." The pace accelerated as we both moved harder and faster into each other. Her hands were clawing at me as I could feel the jerking motions and trembling that usually signaled that her orgasm was about to begin. Even though mom could suck me in that unbelievable way, fucking her, face to face was still the best thing I could imagine. It was simple and pure. It was two people loving each other. It was a mother and son as one.

I watched my cock as it slid in and out of her pussy. I remembered back to our first lovemaking when I never closed my eyes because I didn't want to miss anything. My thickness split her flesh and opened her, time and again in an accelerating rhythm. I pushed hard and she responded with a long slow moan that grew. I rubbed her button with my thumb and her climax hit. 

I pumped hard to come with her and I released as she said, "YES, Yes baby, yes..." I loved knowing that my cum was filling my mother's pussy. It felt as if I was giving her myself, and she was giving me a mother's ultimate love. She said, "I love when you come inside me baby...my sweet baby..." She kept moving and I kept firing cords of juice into my mother's waiting pussy.

When we finished I was still saying, "Mom...mom...mom..." as I kissed her and held her body close to mine. I exhaled and started to loosen my grip until mom said, "Don't let go baby, never let me go."

I kissed her eyes and said, "I won't mom. I won't."

As she lay in my arms, with the warmth of her breasts and thighs against me, she said, "Jessie, will you marry me?" 

I hesitated a moment and said, "I'm not sure what you mean mom, but yes of course I'll marry you."

I said, "I mean that we should do something that says that we're together, forever." She started to get excited and said, "Maybe we could get dressed up and say some vows to each other...and celebrate...and go on a honeymoon; you know, I never had one, and I'd love to have it with you baby."

I said, "Sounds great mom; when should we do it?" 

"How about New Year's Eve," she said. 

I said, "That's only two weeks from today, but okay, let's do it. What kind of vows do you want to do?"

"Oh I don't know, we'll each make up something...just make sure yours has something about 'Forever' in it."

I laughed, "Okay mom, maybe you want to write it for me?"

She also laughed and said, "No baby, I want it to come from you." 

So we booked a hotel in the Bahamas, and on New Year's Eve before the fireworks display went off, we stood on the balcony of our room that overlooked the Caribbean. It may sound corny, but it's not, when you're in love. There was no moon, but the stars made a sparkling canopy over us. When mom had asked me what she should wear, I told her to wear white, because everything was new again.

Her dress was short and appropriately frilly. Her legs looked lovely in sheer white stockings and heels. There was enough of her cleavage showing to get me interested. 

Mom took out a card from her clutch, but she never looked at it. She looked at me and said, "My darling Jessie, I love you and I give myself to you completely. You were always a precious gift to me and now you give me everything I need. You've renewed my life and made me young again. The path we've chosen may not be an easy one, but I promise to be there with you, loving you, forever."

I also had my vow memorized. I said, "Daniela, you're forever my mom; Daniela, you're forever my wife; Daniela you're forever my love. You're all I ever wanted. Loving you has set me free, and it has bound me to you. I promise to be faithful to you, to be there when you need me, and to always love you." 

We exchanged rings, and I said, "Was three forevers enough?" 

She laughed and said, "Yes darling, thank you." Then we kissed. We were still Jessie and Daniela Michaels, but something had changed, and I think we both felt it. The deep kiss was full of promise. She looked at me and just stared as if she was in a timeless moment. I said, "Mom? Should we go to dinner and to the Casino?"

She said, "No baby...later," as she unhooked her dress at the back of her neck. She turned and I unzipped her. She stepped out of the dress and I saw her bridal lingerie for the first time. It was complete with garter belt and a garter around one of her thighs. To me she was wedding cake, and I proceeded to do what should be done with wedding cake. 

She moaned under my mouth as I moved her hood and clit that was still covered by her panties. She grabbed at my hair and when I felt her honey seeping through the material. I took her panties off. I reached behind her to unhook the lacy bra, and as she propped herself on her elbows, her tits spilled out. I was always mesmerized by them. They had a heft and weight in my hands that had got me going from the first time I ever touched them. I said with exaggerated awe, "Lord that is one great pair of tits." 

She laughed as I sucked one of the ends into my mouth. She stroked my hair as I drew on her nipple and she said, "I'm so glad you like them Jessie." I urged her to the edge of the bed and she opened her legs as I undressed enough to get my hardened rod out. She touched it with the flat of her hand and said, "I love to see you hard for me Jessie; I love to see you wanting me."

All I could concentrate on was getting my cock into her and I said, "Oh yeah, mom." I held one of her ankles and directed my cock into her pussy with the other hand.

As I entered her she put her hand on the place where we joined and said, "Yes love, you're all for me now, aren't you, you're my baby."

As I moved in the wet flesh that her channel had become, I said, "Yes mom, I'll always be your baby." I moved my hips to do what only a few sons have done with their mothers. I felt privileged to have a mom who could see past all the taboos and have a loving physical relationship with her son; a son who was now her husband. 

She said, "Jessie...Jessie...Jessie..." as I pushed deep into her center. It was almost a cry as she held my back with one hand and fought to push herself onto my cock from the edge of the bed. I watched my entries into her body and caught sight of the pucker of her sweet smaller hole. I wet my finger in my mouth and placed it on rosy hole. When I pushed it into her ass she said, "Oh Jessie..."

I said, "I want to take you in there mom."

She said, "Yes baby, mommy's here for you, your wife is here for you."

I said, "Your mine aren't you mom?"

She said, "I am baby, I belong to you, all of me is for you."

I took my sopping cock out of her pussy and placed it on the smaller hole. With gentle pressure I passed her anal ring and entered the tight channel. Mom said, "OH OHhhh..." and let out a long slow groan before catching her breath and saying, "Oh YES Jessie, yes baby, I'm all yours now." 

I penetrated her a few times and the exquisite pressure and heat was almost too much for me; I wondered how it was for mom. When I asked she said, "It's good baby, I love to give myself to you this way. I knew it would be you. Yes love, do it, do it." I pushed in and out until I was burying my cock all the way into her and my sack was up against her ass. I held both her legs up and continued as she kept repeating, "Oh Jess, OH Jess..."

I kissed her as I penetrated her and the eight years melted away. I was the boy again that first made love to his mother, and she was the young woman giving her body with love to her son. The names and labels melted, and were gone; lover, wife, husband, son, and mother, were one.



The Second Time Around



The second time around.

It was hard at first getting used to not being with Jamie any more.

We were soul mates, and vowed that absolutely, nothing would ever come between us.

Everything seemed to be working out fine, emotionally and physically. We seemed to hit it off and our companionship, as well as our sex life, made great strides; every time we fucked it was fresh and uncomplicated. We always showed consideration for one another. In the physical sense, we'd talk about it first, to ensure we were mutually compatible to take on a new venture in our lovemaking style.

That is how it always felt with Jamie. I loved him completely and I thought he felt the same way about me, right up until the last time we fucked when, deep up inside me, he told me that there could never be anyone else - that I was the best lover and fuck in the world and he would never tire of me.

In appreciation, I wildly sucked him directly after intercourse - forgetting about all the modern concerns for hygiene and aids. We never used condoms because I wanted to enjoy the feel of real flesh inside, the exception being when Jamie wanted to try the latest Japanese ribbed condom in me, which was nice but never as nice as the feel of his cock when he bent and twisted it going into me, and we discovered the sensual art of mutual movements. I bent over - moving from side to side in all sorts of contortions, which made for wonderful and enjoyable thrilling fucks.

It didn't matter that some of the residue from my passage smeared his fresh fucked cock. To me I grew an appetite for the combined flavour, which resulted from our sex juices -and it made for a wonderful finale to our passionate sessions.

But exciting too was the way he loved to bind me with straps and gag me with his underwear, hold me across his knee and lavish my hole with lots of massage and cream, he'd smack my hind and experimented with all manner of things, like garnishing me with squirty creams and spaghetti numbers which made for a wonderful sensual experience,

Somehow I felt I belonged to Jamie and was there for him to do just what he wanted and liked with me.

Looking back though, I now realize he used me and all that crap about my having quality ass and being the best ass fuck ever, now means nothing because he has bloody well moved in with a colored guy, and by dumping me, he hurt me very much in saying this guy new how to move, that once you have tried black you will never go back, which he meant he'd never come back to me.

So I was left shattered and gutted. I hated him for what he had done. But it didn't stop me hungering for him, the feeling inside was still there, the feel of his cock simmering in my ass.

It took a while to get over him. Even masturbating with memories stopped working - I was near to suicide but if there is a God he must have felt sorry for me, because; along came Pete when least expected.

Pete was a guy twice my age, around his early forties I'd say. But he had wonderful charisma and although at first I felt nothing for him, the notion grew that this guy, being older and more mature would fit my needs.

All he did initially was to touch my knee in the library. I was looking for the latest book by Alex Carr called The Passion of Karma because I enjoy his stuff so much.

"What are you looking for?" this guy asked, brushing deliberately against me.

I told him

"I have a copy at home, you can borrow it if you want?" he offered and the new venture was alive. 

He offered to drive me to his place, a smashing house in the suburbs which, he said, he had recently moved into after a disastrous divorce. 

"Julie was never for me and I still don't know why I married her. I guess at the time I was utterly confused about my true sexuality, but when it came to many failed attempts with Julie, she finally gave up on me. Nothing worse than a woman scorned they say, and I found that was true with Julie.

"She called for the divorce which saved me the trouble. It just didn't work for us, and the reason was obvious, I just could not perform for her no matter how much she tried to inspire me with lots and lots of massage and oral exploits which okay were quite nice at first, but all the time I was wishing it was another guy doing those things to me. 

"I did manage to fuck her anally once but she screamed like hell, saying it wasn't natural and that was it. 

"I then realized the idea of ass fucking attracted me. Julie had a beautiful tight ass which cried out for hard cock as far as I was concerned but it was not to be. 

"She gave up trying to inspire me to have straight sex and that was that. But in my mind all I wanted was to be with another guy. A guy I could really like and share things with.

"Could that guy be you?"

It sounded fine to me. I liked him already because he seemed open and honest. And what I found to be exciting was to be with a guy who had tried straight sex, but now wanted to experiment with me. I realized I could go for that and felt that at last, after all the stress and problems I had suffered because of bloody Jamie dumping me like that, I was well and truly read y for a wonderful new experience.

But I didn't even know his name. I had accepted his invitation and responded to his advances, and now we were in his jaguar car and he was feeling me up in the passenger seat.

But then he introduced himself after telling me how good and nice I felt.

"My name is Adam" he said with a wide smile and I responded.

"I am Peter."

"I like the way you fill your jeans, Peter. I hope you don't mind. Can I just see you before we drive off?"

"Is this to see if I fit the vacancy?" I said jokingly.

He laughed and told me I have already passed with flying colours, but that he would just like to see me that's all. That he had never been with another guy before and looked forward to the new adventure.

"Okay" I agreed. "But make sure no one is around huh?"

He nodded and with shaking fingers he undid my zip and trifled inside. Already hard I was not hard to find and when he took me out through the button opening of my boxer shorts, and through my unzipped fly I felt at ease straight away with the sensual feel of his touch exploring me.

"It looks wonderful, Pete. If you are as good at the rear as you are the front I am one happy guy, let me enjoy for a little while huh? Remember this is my first time."

"Okay" is replied, moving myself to the edge of the passenger seat so he could get a more favourable access. He wasted no time in finding my balls complimenting me on their firmness and soon his fingers was teasing between my ass cheeks and, for the first time since Jamie, I lamented the sensation of being touched in the very private places again.

I twisted just enough for him to eyeball my ass because already I was getting that certain urge again, the feel of wanting the fuck of a good stiff cock up there .

He was wildly touching and feeling me everywhere and I wanted him there and then. I squeezed him through his trousers and heard him grunt. I wanted him there and then. I quickly unfastened his zip and smothered his so hard and throbbing appendage into my face, just to feel the heat and warmth and know the scent of cock again was overwhelming and I wanted him to fuck me.

"In the rear of the car?" I suggested.

"Let me check no one is around Pete"

But I think that nothing would have stopped us at that moment because we were both so frenzied for the fuck of each other.

He was good and ready sure enough, and I felt the firmness of him in my hand as I found a way to present myself to him, guiding his cock into the right direction. I felt his excitement as his hands lavished my ass and soon I felt the knob of his cock begin to stretch me there. There was nothing to lubricate but my sucking was enough to smooth his entry, and I still had the taste of him in my mouth. Adam was a new taste, a new scent and a brand new fuck. It was a quickie but it was heaven and feeling him cum so hard and so deep, I was happy to have made this lovely guy so very happy.

We drove home to his placeand make our acquaintance - and I knew already this guy was for keeps. I didn't care but all the way home my mouth was sucking his cock to a new and fine erection. That he could do something about when we got back to his place. He was steaming for it and after he'd stripped me, he licked me all over and, finding a beautiful sixty nine position I enjoyed him the same way, enjoying a brand new experience and a brand new guy to cherish. Then he fucked me for a second time, this time slower and I felt his begin to enjoy me, like he had at last found his true leaning and wanted to make the very best of that.

His very best was mine too and we had a lot of discovering to do - he was lovely and adorable and now all thoughts of Jamie had gone at last.

But now he is fucking me again so I had better leave you, because we are soon at the point of no return and I want nothing to spoil that, you understand?

But no problem, I will be updating you I promise.