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White

By: Slickman



Note from Slick: I had a good break and received a lot of requests for soft swing/hesitant couples stories. I read an ad about bracelet swinging parties and thought I'd put some fantasies down. All rights reserved. 

*

Manni had just finished a load of wash when she heard the doorbell. She glanced at her horrible appearance in the mirror by the front door before peeking out to see her next door neighbor Jeannie. 

"I'm glad it's you," Manni smiled after letting her inside. 

"Don't you look nice," Jeannie giggled at the short blonde haired woman with no make-up and baggy sweatpants. 

Manni turned and wiggled her cute little butt. "Eat your heart out." 

"Wait until you hear about a party Frank and I are invited to." Jeannie held up a piece of paper. 

"Show me!" Manni grabbed the sheet and read it. "What the hell is a bracelet party?" 

"It doesn't really say so I called Amy. She's one of my old college girlfriends." 

"WELL?" 

"It's a swinger party." 

"OH MY GOD!" Manni carried the paper into the den to sit down. "They.....they swap spouses." 

"Yes but with a twist. That's where the bracelets come in." Jeannie sat down next to her. "There are four color bracelets to wear. White, green, yellow and red. Each one means something." 

"Something? Like what?" 

"Amy said that white means just observing, green means touching and kissing but not under the clothes, yellow means soft swinging, and red means......God Manni, it means going all the way." 

"What is soft swinging?" Manni asked excitedly. 

Jeannie smiled. "This interests you. Doesn't it?" 

"Uh..no..of course not. I mean I'm curious but there is no way I could ever do anything like this." 

"Soft swing mean anything short of intercourse," Jeannie said sitting back against the cushion. 

"Anything. Like kissing and touching." 

"And oral sex," Jeannie added. 

"Forget that," Manni said smiling. 

"You don't.." 

"Nope." Mannie answered quickly before reaching over and turning Jeannie's face towards her. "Are you seriously considering this?" 

"I'm thinking about it. Frank wants us to go and wear the white bracelets just to...." She hesitated. "He's been so turned on since we got the invitation. He just wants to watch." 

"I guess that wouldn't be so bad," Manni smiled. "If you go make sure you tell me about it." 

"Amy said you and Joe can come to," Jeannie grinned. "And if you go I won't be so nervous." 

"No way," Manni said quickly. "Joe is the only man I've been with and I plan on keeping it that way." 

"Me too but haven't you ever wondered how it would be with another man? You do masturbate right?" 

"Jesus Jeannie. I'm not going to answer that." Manni blushed. 

"Come with us and wear a white bracelet. No one will try anything with you." They stared into each other's eyes. 

Finally Manni spoke. "I'll ask Joe but I'm sure he won't go for it." 

"Maybe it would be better if Frank asked him." 

Manni smiled. "Why not?" 

*****

Joe opened the front door and yelled like he did every night. "Honey, I'm home!" But she didn't yell back. He put his briefcase by the door and walked into the kitchen and saw Frank sitting there. "Frank?" 

Frank grinned and handed him a beer. "Want one of your beers?" 

"Sure," Joe answered. "Where is Manni?" He popped the tab and took a big swallow.

"Out with Jeannie." 

"Shit, I'm starving. Do you want to order a pizza?" 

"Sure." 

Joe ordered a large pizza with the works and sat down next to his buddy. "So what's new?" 

Frank grinned and pulled the invitation from his shirt pocket. "This." 

Joe held the paper in front of his face while he leaned his head back to take another gulp of brew. "Bracelet Party?" 

"Sit back and let me tell you all about it," Frank laughed. For the next five minutes Frank laid it out. 

"Shit. I thought swinging went out when AIDS came around." 

"It's making a come back," Frank grinned. 

"So are you going to this?" 

"Jeannie won't go alone." 

"Alone?" 

"Yes, she wants Manni and you to go as well." 

Joe laughed. "Right." 

"You won't have to do anything but watch." 

Joe laughed some more. "You don't know Manni very well do you?" 

"Jeannie said she can get Manni to go." 

Joe looked at paper again. "Hey I wouldn't mind checking out some live sex scenes. But, I'll guarantee you that Manni will run as soon as some guy pulls out his cock." 

"Actually, you won't see any nudity unless you wear the yellow or red bracelets. That action is in the bedrooms away from the white and green bracelets." 

Joe finished his beer and grabbed another one from the refrigerator. "Shit our sex has dwindled a lot the past year or so. If nothing else maybe it will turn Manni on." 

"Hell, Jeannie has been a wild woman since we got the invitation. I can barely walk." 

Joe had never imagined Jeannie being wild in bed. "Fucked your brains out huh?" 

"I've had more blow jobs the past week that in the past year." Frank chuckled. 

"Maybe she could give Manni some lessons on that," Joe frowned. 

"Maybe?" Frank smiled. He had always fantasized about Manni going down on him. 

They heard the garage door opening and waited for the girls to walk in. 

*****

"Come with me," Jeannie said to Manni while grabbing her wrist and pulling her towards the lingerie department of the department store. 

"I don't need anything over there," Manni blushed. "No one is going to be seeing my undies." 

"No, but it will turn on our guys after the party," Jeannie giggled. She dragged Manni to the tiny thong rack and pulled out a shiny silver one. "Silver or gold?" 

Manni looked around to make sure no one she knew was watching before she took the silver thong. After putting her hand under the crotch she gasped. "God, it's transparent." 

"I know," Jeannie chuckled. Her hand was inside of the gold one. "Let's get them." 

"I...uh..." Manni started to say before Jeannie grabbed a matching silver bra. "34B or C?" 

"C," Manni answered. "But...." 

Jeannie grabbed her best friend's wrist again and pulled her towards the dressing room. They moved down the narrow hallway until Jeannie pulled open the door to the largest dressing room. "In here." 

"I'll get my own room," Manni said as she started to turn but Jeannie pulled her into the large dressing room. 

"Don't be silly."

Manni put her purse on the bench seat and turned to see Jeannie hanging her blouse on the wall hook. She noticed the smaller-chest woman was not wearing a bra. 

Jeannie peeked into the mirror to the side of her and saw Manni watching her undress. She had not told Manni about the possibility of having sex with another female at the party with the hopes that if it happened she would get Manni first. She giggled and turned to show her raised and very hard nipples. "Boy it must be cold in here." 

Manni peeked at the hard tips and turned to face the back wall. Her nervous fingers unbuttoned her blouse and then folded it neatly before gently putting it on the bench. She had always been shy showing her nakedness even in high school gym class. "The bra should fit." She said hoping to not take off her bra but then she felt Jeannie's fingers fumbling at the clasp on her back.

"Nonsense let me help you." Jeannie pulled the clasp apart and then grabbed the straps on her shoulders. Seconds later the bra fell onto the floor below. 

"Oh God," Manni thought as she looked down to see her large nipples as hard as ever before. She knew that if Jeannie saw them that the other woman would know how excited she was. 

"Turn around," Jeannie whispered. It had been almost ten years since she had sex with her college dorm mate Amy but not so long that she didn't remember those wonderful nights snuggling together kissing and touching a soft body like her own. 

Manni took a deep breath and cupped her mounds before turning. "The bra should...........fit," she said again. 

Jeannie's eyes focused on the creamy white flesh spilling out on all sides of Manni's fingers. The woman's breasts were bigger and fuller than she had imagined. "God I'd kill to have breasts like yours." 

Manni looked down at Jeannie's tiny breasts with small tips. "Yours...are nice too." For the first time ever Manni was turned on while looking at another female. 

"But yours are..." Jeannie pulled Manni's fingers away. "Magnificent." 

"You're embarrassing me," Manni blushed. 

"Sorry, let's get everything off," Jeannie smiled. She quickly unzipped her skirt and pushed it down over her pink bikini panties and tanned thighs. 

Manni again turned and unzipped her jeans. She started pushing them over her basic white panties and then turned to see how far along Jeannie was. Her eyes opened wide when she saw her naked neighbor standing with her hands on her hips. Her pussy was completely shaven displaying her bald lips. Her head snapped back to the front. Jeannie was starting to scare her. 

"Let me help," Jeannie said again. 

Manni felt the woman's fingers grab onto her jeans and pull downward. They hooked her panties on the way down and before she could stop it they all bunched at her ankles. 

"Jesus," Jeannie thought when she saw Manni's nice and round buttocks. They were as white as snow and unblemished. She wanted to kiss each cheek but kept back. "Sit on the bench and I'll pull off your jeans and panties." 

Manni knew she was passed the point of stopping this. She leaned over and put her hand on the bench as she twisted around and sat down. She tried to keep her knees as close as possible to prevent Jeannie from seeing her damp sex. 

Again Jeannie didn't hide the fact that she was interested in Manni's private areas. As she pulled the right pant leg from Manni she aimed it to her left to open up the sitting woman's thighs. 

"Ohhh," Manni gasped when her leg shot outward. She had to keep her balance to prevent falling from the bench so there was no way to keep her legs together. She glanced down to see the pink glistening pussy lips under the thick dark bush. 

Jeannie grinned when she saw the moisture. After letting go of the right pant leg and panties she reached for the left pant leg. 

"I can do it," Manni gasped as she tried to reach down but Jeannie grabbed the bottom of the jeans and again lifted. Again the legs opened up and this time she could see the rise of Manni's clitoris peeking out through the dense hairy forest. 

"Don't you ever shave it?" Jeannie giggled while pulling away the panties. 

Manni smacked her legs together to prevent additional viewing. "Only for the summer." 

"You should try shaving it all off," Jeannie said after standing and pushing her hairless mound forward. "Frank says it doesn't get in his tongues way." 

Manni stared at Jeannie's swollen labia and imagined Frank licking and sucking on it. "We don't.........you know...." 

"YOU DON'T! God girl you don't know what you are missing!" 

"I.......uh...we need to...try on our underwear," Manni's head was spinning now from the excitement. She grabbed the silver thong and quickly pulled it up her shaking legs. She didn't look at Jeannie until she had the nearly sheer bra on. Jeannie's pink slit was very obvious through the gold mesh. 

"God, Frank would kill to see you like this," Jeannie whispered. 

Manni smiled for the first time. "Joe would love to see you like this too." 

"Maybe if they are good at the party we will give them a peek," Jeannie said hoping that it wouldn't scare Manni away. She was surprised when Manni giggled. 

"Maybe." 

*****

"Did you get anything good?" Frank asked his wife when she moved up to him for a kiss. 

Jeannie opened her bag and let him look down at the gold undies. 

"WOW!" 

Manni stood back looking at her husband's face for any clue to see if he was willing to go to the bracelet party. 

Joe smiled at her. "Well are you going to show me what you bought?" 

"Yes," she blushed as she moved over and opened the bag. 

"Nice........very nice," Joe grinned. 

"So does this mean that you two are going to the party with us?" Jeannie asked. 

Manni looked at Joe. Both were afraid to say it first. "Do you wanna?" Joe whispered. 

"If you do," Manni whispered back. They both turned and nodded. 

It was later when Manni joined Joe in bed that she found him naked, hard and ready for her. It had been weeks since they had sex. 

"Ummm," she said as she curled her short fingers around his thick hard tower. "Is this for me?" 

"Yes it's all yours," Joe said waiting for her to slowly stroke him like she did so many times before. 

Manni squeezed and lifted her fist before lowering it again and again. She peeked up to see his eyes closed before she lightly kissed the tender area beneath his navel. It was the first time she had kissed below his chest. 

"Ahhh," Joe groaned feeling her lips. He had been imaging Jeannie's mouth on his hard-on and now felt his wife's soft lips getting closer and closer. "Oh God Manni." 

Manni too was thinking about what Jeannie had said about oral sex. Her eyes turned towards the huge purple crown above her fist and watched it as she continued to stoke it. Her eyes closed as her head slid downward over his stomach until she guided the spongy crown against her tightly closed mouth. 

"Manni..........Manni," Joe moaned louder praying that she would open the mouth and take him inside. 

Manni's lips smiled as they stayed together but kept planting kisses on the damp ridge around the top. She kissed down to the base and then up the other side. His cock was harder than she had ever noticed before. 

"Please baby......please," he begged. 

But Manni was not ready for that. Not yet. She was ready to push out her tongue and lick up and down the long hard rod. 

"Oh yes......like that.....Ohhh....don't stop." 

Manni licked down to his balls and tasted them before traveling again north. Again she licked around the ridge and then slowly to the tiny hole. She tasted his pre-cum and then opened her mouth to nibble at the peak. 

"OH FUCK!" Joe cried out. "I'M GOING TO CUM!" 

It wasn't much warning but enough to allow Manni to pull back. The hot white fountain splattered against her forehead soaking the front of her dark bangs. 

Manni stroked and stroked until he was finally empty. "I need to get cleaned up," she giggled. She moved into the bathroom and quickly washed up to get back to the bed to let Joe have a taste of her honey pot. But when she returned he was fast asleep. 

Manni sighed and shoved her fingers between her thighs imagining a head between her thighs. She imagined the tongue into her depths and the lips sucking on her clitty. Just as she climaxed she imagined the face which belong to Jeannie. 

*****

"We are going together," Manni said firmly to Jeannie on the phone. "I'm definitely not going to a.......to a bracelet party given by somebody I don't know." 

Jeannie laughed. "OK but Frank will be home later. We will get to the party a little late." 

It was about 7:30PM when Frank and Jeannie pulled into Manni and Joe's driveway next door. They honked their horn and soon the four were off. 

"White bracelet only," Manni said again for the fifth time since they left their house. 

"YES!" Jeannie, Frank and Joe answered simultaneously. 

They quickly noticed the larger more expensive homes before Frank pulled down a long winding driveway. "Wow." He said looking at the huge house. "Amy lives here?" 

"She married money," Jeannie said before pushing the short clinging back dress down over her golden thong. "Not like Manni and me." 

"Money isn't everything," Joe said from the backseat. 

"It's a good start," Manni said nervously. Her fingers were trembling as they walked up to the large wooden door. 

"HELLO!" Amy shouted when she saw Jeannie. They hugged and then Jeannie introduced Amy to the others. They moved into a large marble hallway and stopped at a small table. On the table were four baskets containing white, green, yellow and red woven stretch bracelets. "Take your pick," Amy grinned. 

Jeannie and Manni immediately noticed Amy's red one on her wrist. The guys were noticing the tops of Amy's bare breasts showing under her opened blouse. 

Manni quickly grabbed two white bracelets and handed one to her husband. They pulled them up over their hands and turned to see Jeannie reaching for a red one. 

"Jeannie!" Manni gasped. 

"Just kidding," Jeannie laughed. She tossed Frank a white one and after they put them on Amy guided them for a quick tour. They moved through the expensively decorated first floor skipping the large den room where the others were gathered around talking. "Let's go upstairs." Amy said. 

Amy led the way not caring that the others could see up under her micro-skirt. It was obvious that she was not wearing panties or that the thong strap was buried so deep they couldn't see it. "These are all bedrooms and you'll notice that there are yellow and red bracelets hanging on the doorknobs. You know that you must be wearing the same color bracelet in order to go into those rooms." 

"Yes, I told them everything," Jeannie said. She smiled at Amy remembering those nights they spent alone in the dorm. 

"A green room," Manni said seeing the green bracelet on a doorknob downstairs. 

Amy laughed. "Some like to be alone. Do you have any questions?" 

"Tonight......I mean...all we do it watch right?" Manni said nervously. 

"Yes, no sexual touching with hands or kissing. Dancing is permitted if you want. We all want you to feel comfortable and know that we are people just like yourself who would like some excitement in our lives again." 

Joe reached down and took Manni's hand. "If things don't work out we can leave right?" 

"Yes of course," Amy smiled. She knew that only one couple had turned them down in the five years they had been running the parties. 

They all moved into the room with the other guests. Counting the two new couples there were eight couples in all. Manni right away recognized one of the men. She pulled Joe aside. "Oh God Joe, that guy over there is the principle of Wilson Elementary School." 

Joe glanced at and recognized the guy. "Tom something." 

"Tom Bryant," Manni whispered. She then realized the man had recognized her and was walking her way. 

"Manni.......hi. Remember me?" Tom asked. 

Manni smiled at the tall lanky man with red hair. "Yes of.....course," she said wondering what they would say next. She then looked at the green bracelet he was wearing. 

He followed her eyes to his bracelet. "My wife Donna and I are kind of new to this." 

Manni quickly pulled her arm up to display her white one. "We...uh...are just...curious." 

"We were too," Tom grinned. They all moved over to meet Donna who was sitting next to a shorter man who had his arm around her neck. 

Manni noticed the other man was caressing Donna's bare shoulder. She glanced at Tom who didn't seem to care. 

They all met Donna and then the other couples. So far it was like a normal party with a few hand touches here and there. Around eight o'clock the soft music started playing in a dim lit sun porch off the large den. Manni and Jeannie were sipping on wine as the couples broke away to go and dance. 

"Dancing is permitted," Jeannie whispered. "So I guess we can belly-rub if we want." 

"With someone besides Frank?" Manni asked shocked that Jeannie would suggest it. 

"Sure why not? It's been a long time since I felt another man's hard one against my belly," Jeannie giggled. 

"Whatever," Manni said glancing over at Joe who was talking to a tall thin blonde. A few minutes later he walked her way. 

"Honey, do you mind if I dance with Ellie?" Joe asked. 

"Dance........with Ellie?" Manni repeated while looking over his shoulder at the blue eyed sexy woman who was wearing a yellow bracelet. "But....." 


White



"Go ahead," Jeannie said interrupting their conversation. "Loosen up Manni." 

"Uh.....OK.....I...uh.." Manni stammered as her husband lightly kissed her cheek. She became seriously jealous when Joe walked over and took the other woman's hand. "I don't think I can do this," she whispered to Jeannie. 

It was then she felt someone tap her shoulder. She turned to see Tom. 

"Would you like to dance with me?" 

"Uh....." she turned towards Jeannie for help but it didn't come. 

"Sure, she will dance with you," Jeannie grinned. 

Manni took his large strong fingers and moved into the dim room. She immediately sat her husband and Ellie dancing very close. 

Tom pulled her close but felt her resistance. "Relax, I'm not gong to attack you," he whispered. 

Manni took a deep breath and moved closer. She felt his hand on the lower part of her back and knew that he could feel the waist strap of her thong. Again she pushed back but he was too strong. Her eyes moved to Ellie's back and saw how low Joe's hand was. It gave her the strength to relax and melt into Tom's hard front. 

Tom moved his lower body back so she couldn't feel his excitement. He remembered their first time at the parties and how the others took their time. "You smell really nice," he whispered down close to her ear. Her soft breasts against his chest were as nice as he had imagined they would be. 

"Thank you," she whispered back. Her left arm curled up over his stout shoulder as her hand pressed into his back muscles. They moved together until she finally relaxed and the song was over. 

"Thank you," she said moving back slightly. She glanced downward at her feet and then saw the front of his slacks. Her face rose and stared into his eyes. Another song started and he once again pulled her close. She didn't resist but did her best to keep from touching it. 

"Sorry you had to see that," Tom whispered. "You are so lovely and sexy I couldn't stop it." 

Unlike Jeannie, Manni had never felt another man's hard-on against her while dancing. She had dated Joe from the seventh grade and he had been the only one she had even French-kissed before. This strong handsome man was turned on by her looks. "It's OK," she whispered. 

As they danced they managed to keep back until another couple accidentally bumped into them. She felt the hard jab below and looked up again at Tom. He didn't pull back. Their eyes locked again while he rubbed his hardness back and forth just under her navel area. 

Manni's sex was dripping while Tom's fingers started to caress her lower back. He traced around her thong waist line but didn't try to go lower. Her fingers started to rub in small circles on his back as the end of the song neared. 

The song ended and the two kept rubbing together. Finally she pushed back and smiled. "We better take a break." 

"Do we have to?" Tom asked looking sad. 

"I need to wait here a few minutes," Tom whispered. 

At first Manni didn't know why until she glanced down at his huge tent in his slacks. "Oh," she blushed. She realized that this man was very endowed. "Maybe later we can dance again." 

"There are some green bracelets still out in the lobby," he whispered while she walked away. 

Manni pretended she didn't hear him. 

When she returned to the other room she couldn't find her husband but saw Frank at the bar. "Have you seen Joe?" 

"Not lately. He was walking out onto the patio the last time I saw him." 

Manni saw Jeannie moving back into the dancing area with another man as she cracked open the patio door and moved outside. Another couple was standing looking down over the vast rear area which included a pool, Jacuzzi and gazebo. She was about to walk back inside when she heard a woman laughing below the patio area. She moved to the rail and look down at a man and woman dancing without music. "JOE?" 

Joe looked up and saw the startled look on his wife's face. "Manni." 

"What.......what are you........doing?" Manni asked totally pissed. 

"Nothing," Joe said quickly pushing back from the sexy blonde. "Just.......just dancing." 

Manni glared at him and turned before almost running back into the house. 

"Shit," Joe said. "I better go and talk to her." 

***** 

Jeannie too had shied away from lower body contact until a cute younger guy swept her into his strong arms. At 38 years old she had never thought a mid-twenties guy would turn her on but his guy had the cutest butt. It was actually her that slowly pressed her thigh into his soft tool. It didn't' stay soft for long. He too was wearing a white bracelet. 

"I see that you and your wife are wearing white tonight as well," she said not shy that her leg was rubbing against his rigidness. 

Bobby smiled at her. "Yes, we came last month and decided to stay at the white level." 

Jeannie glanced over at Bobby's young and petite wife in the arms of her husband. "If she keeps smiling at my husband I'll have to dry out his pants." 

Bobby looked and grinned. "Amy is a tease." 

"Are you going to go to the next level?" Jeannie whispered. Her stomach shifted and lifted until the point of his covered gun poked into her damp sex. 

"Shit," Bobby thought when her pussy pressed into his manhood. Even the women wearing the red bracelets had not been this forward with him. "Maybe if....if..." 

Jeannie giggled and moved her crotch up and down. "If what?"

"I uh shouldn't say," he whispered. For the first time, while dancing with these women, Bobby was ready to cum. 

"Say it," Jeannie said leaning upward until her breath circle his ear canal. "Say anything you want." 

"OK," he gasped before looking around to make sure no one else heard him. "If you wore green too. Then I could touch you." 

"Touch me where?" She giggled. 

"Everywhere...your ass and legs and......." 

"Say it," she hissed. 

"Your.....pussy." Just saying the word took him over. "OH SHIT!" 

*****

"God look at our spouses," Frank said to the young woman in his arms. She had been rubbing against him for the whole dance and lightly rubbing up and down his back. 

Amy kept her leg against this man's hardness while she turned and saw her husband's hips moving forward and back. It was obvious he was dry humping Frank's wife's pussy. "Oh my god," she gasped. "Should we stop it?" 

"Why don't we do it too?" Frank suggested with a grin. 

Amy kept looking at her husband as she shifted and opened her thighs. She felt the man's hard-on against her pussy and closed her eyes. "Oh God that feels so good." It was then that Bobby yelled "OH SHIT!". 

*****

Manni ran into the house towards the front door. She needed to get out of there because things were spiraling out of control. She made it to the table and was about to take off her bracelet when someone grabbed her arm. 

"Are you OK?" Tom asked. 

"No, I saw my husband and.." She said when she heard Joe calling her name. "Quick let's go in here." She grabbed Tom's hand and pulled him into the large hall closet. 

Tom moved inside as she pushed back a few large coats. She pulled him deeper and deeper until her back was against the wall and his front moved into hers. "Manni, what are we doing?" 

"I don't know," she answered softly. 

Tom moved his body back but she grabbed his hips and pulled him back again. "But, the bracelet." 

Manni heard her husband's footsteps running down the hallway and then out the front door. She pulled the white bracelet from her wrist and dropped it on the floor. "I'm not wearing a bracelet." She could feel him growing below. Manni leaned up and lightly kissed his neck. 

"Manni, I can't. You have to be wearing a green bracelet." Tom whispered as he pushed her lips back. 

"Let me slide my hand inside of yours," she said softly. She grabbed his right arm and pushed her left hand under the fully stretched green band. "We don't have much time." 

"OK," Tom grinned. He had watched his wife before making out with Amy's husband but had stayed away from anyone else. Now he had freedom to mess around with the past leader of his PTA. His lips moved lower until hers rushed up to meet them. Their mouths opened at the same time to allow Manni a taste of another man for the first time. 

Manni felt his fingers squeezing her buttocks but concentrated more on moving her tongue with his. Tom was a dam good kisser much better than Joe and quickly had her body ready to burst. Her dripping lips pulled from his and nibbled on his earlobe. "I'm so hot." 

Tom took his time exploring her upper back and then over her shoulders. His body moved back just enough to allow his hands room to drop and cup her magnificent breasts. 

"Tom," she panted. "Tom." 

"What?" He asked while finding her hard nipples and playing with them. 

"Please........please touch me." 

Tom knew where she was referring to and dropped his right hand off her left breast. It traveled quickly down to the side of her hip and found her covered thong. From there it traced it between her thighs until he felt her moist pussy lips opened and ready. "Your dress is getting wet." 

Manni quickly reached down and pulled up her dress until her soaked tiny thong was exposed. She then grabbed his fingers and jabbed them into her need. "Touch me." 

Tom knew he was not supposed to go underneath clothes but she was the one who pulled up her dress. Besides he was touching her on top of her thin panties. He could feel the pubic hairs rolling out the sides as he rubbed deeper and deeper. When he touched her clit she gasped and bit his ear. "There......there!" 

Tom was no stranger to a clitoris. His college sweetheart taught him just about everything a guy needed to know. No only did he know where to touch he knew for how long and how to tease. He also knew when the time was right for her to cum. It was now. 

Manni had never had a climax like the one that was starting. Her whole body was on fire and full of electricity. A fuse had been lit inside of her and the explosion was bursting out quickly. "I'm going to scream," she warned. 

Tom quickly covered her mouth with his as she climaxed. Her hips pushed forward so hard his finger pressed her panties almost three inches up into her depths. He held her tight with his left hand as she shook and trembled until finally her body froze and then collapsed. He held onto her as they settled down to the floor. 

*****

"Fuck man, where is she?" Joe asked his pal Frank who he had grabbed from the young woman on the way out of the mansion. 

"Why did she run off?" Frank asked while they looked through the bushes and trees towards the street. 

"Shit, I was outside with Ellie and we were just dancing." 

"Alone outside? Even if you weren't doing anything it must have looked bad." 

"Yeah, you're right. Shit I guess this is the end of the bracelet parties." Joe moved to the right as Frank looked to the left. 

They met at the front gate and walked back towards the house. "I better get the car and go look for her," Joe said. "Do you and Jeannie want to call it a night?" 

"I'll ask," Frank said disappointed. He had been making some progress with the young Amy. 

Joe moved to Frank's car and waited. A few minutes later Frank ran outside. "Manni is inside. She wants to stay." 

"What?" Joe asked. "You're shitting me." 

"Nope," Frank grinned. "Come in and see for yourself." 

*****

"Where were you?" Jeannie asked Manni when her friend walked from the hallway back into the large den. "Joe and Frank are outside looking for you." 

"I had to be alone," Manni lied. 

Jeannie was puzzled until she saw Tom walking from the front hallway a few moments later. "Right........alone. You better tell me everything later." 

"I will," Manni smiled as she glanced over at Tom who smiled back. 

Five minutes later Joe moved into the den up to Manni. "Manni, I can explain. We were just dancing I swear." 

"I believe you," Manni said as she turned and gave him a hard hug. "I was wrong for running away." 

"Where did you go?" He asked relieved. 

"In the bathroom upstairs," she lied. "I had to calm down." 

"Do you want to leave?" Joe asked. He glanced over at Ellie who smiled back at him. 

"Not yet." 

Joe was going to turn to get them a drink when he noticed she was not wearing her bracelet. "Where is your bracelet?" 

Manni touched her empty wrist. "Uh..I must have left it in the bathroom when I washed up. I'll go and get it." She moved to the hallway and made it to the closet when it opened and Amy stood holding her bracelet. 

"It seems you lost this." Amy had watched the whole thing play out. 

"I uh... must have..." Manni started to say as Amy took her hand and pushed the bracelet back on. She looked forward as Amy moved her lips forward until they pressed into Manni's. Manni's eyes opened wide when Amy's tongue quickly flicked against her lips and broke away. 

"My lips are sealed," Amy smiled. 

Manni wiped her mouth to make sure there was no lipstick before turning to the den. An hour later after some more belling rubbing four of the couples broke away and moved to the rooms. Tom and Donna were dancing with Amy and Bobby so it left Manni and Joe standing next to their best friends. 

"Well it looks like we finally get to dance together," Jeannie grinned looking into Joe's brown eyes. She had wondered how having sex with Joe would be and a dance with him might be the first step. 

Manni glanced over at Frank and giggled. "Frank is like my brother." 

"Brothers and sisters dance," Frank smiled as he reached for her hand. He had always admired Manni's boobs. 

"I can't," Manni said looking at her husband for his support. 

"It's just a dance," Joe said. Jeannie had already taken his hand. 

Manni looked at Frank and laughed again. 

"OK but you will have to dance with me," Jeannie said dropping Joe's hand and taking Manni's. 

"But......." Manni started to complain but Jeannie pulled her into the dim lit room near the other dancing couples. 

Manni didn't resist as Jeannie's body crushed against hers. She had danced with girls before in high school. As she peeked over at Tom who was looking her way Jeannie whispered, "So tell me what you did with Tom." 

Manni tried to push back but Jeannie held her close. "Later not now." Jeannie turned her away from the others and dropped her hand down to cup Manni's ass. 

"Jeannie stop," Manni gasped. She looked back to make sure their husbands were not looking. They had moved away from the doorway. 

"Tell me or I'm going to touch everything," Jeannie giggled. 

Manni finally put two and two together and realized that Jeannie desired her. "I'm not that way." 

"Are you sure?" Jeannie pulled up the back of Manni's dress until her fingers found the bare butt cheeks. 

"Stop it!" Manni gathered her strength and pushed Jeannie back enough to spin from her grasp. She didn't realize that Tom could see her ass until she saw his smile while she pushed her dress down. 

"We're ready to go," Manni said to Joe who was sitting next to Frank at the bar. They had been exchanging stories about their dances with Ellie and Amy. 

Moments later they sped to Manni and Joe's house. 

"It's still early," Jeannie said hoping to be invited in. 

"It's late," Manni snapped back at her. She opened the car door without bothering to say goodnight. 

"What's her problem?" Frank asked as Joe moved out of the car. 

"I'm not sure." 

A few minutes later Joe found her sitting alone in the dark living room. "Are you OK?" 

"No," Manni answered. "I thought we were just going to watch." 

"We did......I mean except for the dancing." 

"Dancing. No one was dancing Joe. Luckily we had clothes on or we would be doing it standing up." 

"If you don't want to do it anymore fine. I'm sorry we went." Joe walked out and up the stairs. 

Manni leaned back and closed her eyes. She felt so bad that she had allowed a man to kiss and touch her. Her body had betrayed her and now was betraying her again. As she thought about Tom's hard-on rubbing against her belly her fingers wormed under her dress and pushed aside her still damp thong. His kisses had awoken desires that she didn't know existed and his touch gave her one of the best if not the best climax ever. 

"Ohhh," Manni moaned as two fingers fucked in and out of her moist depths. Her dress was high over her panties now and her thong was pushed way to the side. "Fuck me," she moaned. 

Joe tossed his clothes on the bed and was heading to the bathroom but stopped. He didn't want them to go to bed angry with each other. In his socks and boxers he moved out of the bedroom and downstairs to speak with Manni. As he stepped off the bottom step he heard her moan. At first he thought she was in pain until he glanced around the door and saw her masturbating. It was the first and only time he had ever seen her touching herself. He decided to sneak back upstairs until she said, "Fuck me." 

Manni's fingers had taken the place of Tom's imaginary cock and were pounding her pussy. She didn't realize that Joe was there until he grabbed her wrist and pulled out her wet digits. "JOE!" 

Joe's hard cock pushed out the fly of his boxers as it pressed between her dripping pussy lips. "I'm here baby. You want me to fuck you and I'm here." 

Manni didn't care who it was as long as she got fucked. "DO IT.....FUCK ME!" Her legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him deeper. 

Joe had never seen her this wild and out of control. Her eyes were full of desire and fire. "ARGGHH!" 

"OH YES......DO IT! NOW!!" 

Joe finished as his wanton wife dug her fingers into his lower back. "I'M CUMING TOO!" 

***** 

"What's up with Manni?" Frank asked his wife after they arrived inside their home. 

Jeannie smiled. "She realized tonight that their sex life was missing something." 

Frank pulled her into him. "So is ours missing something too?" 

Jeannie didn't blink. "Yes. And I know you already know that. I saw your face when you were rubbing against Amy." 

"Na." 

"Yes. Your eyes said that you wanted to fuck her," Jeannie smiled. 

"Na," Frank said feeling his shaft expanding. 

Jeannie rubbed against him. "I saw Manni naked yesterday in the dressing room." 

Frank pushed her head back and looked at her face. "Really?" 

"Yes, I took off her underwear. Her breasts are so beautiful. Big and round with large pink nipples." 

"Jesus Jeannie. Big and pink and..." 

Jeannie reached down and freed his manhood. She stroked it slowly and kept talking. "Her pussy is covered with the thickest darkest curly hair." 

"Ahhh," Frank moaned. "Lots of dark hair." He knew now that she dyed her hair. 

"Uh huh. And the pinkest pussy lips." 

"You saw her ........ lips?" 

Jeannie giggled. "Would you like to watch us make love?" She knew that most men desired to watch two women have sex.

"You..........and Manni. You...she wouldn't." 

"I think she will. I think she wants to." 

"OH GOD...OHHH!" Frank cried when his cannon recoiled and then fired. 

Jeannie giggled and then went into the bathroom to clean up. When she returned Frank was in bed. 

*****

None of them discussed if they were going to go again next month. The next few days they shied away from discussing it as they all collected their thoughts. They all wanted to go back but were afraid that if they continued along this path that it could possibly destroy their friendship and their marriages. 

It was Tuesday afternoon as Manni shopped in the local grocery when she turned the corner and stood in front of Tom. She first thought about quickly turning and running away. But she didn't. "Tom." 

He smiled. "Hi Manni." They stood without speaking because they were unsure what to say. "Shopping?" He asked. 

Manni looked at the groceries in her cart. Suddenly she broke down laughing. 




White



Tom laughed too. "Uh yeah that was pretty dumb wasn't it?" 

She realized that she had left the house without makeup or fixing her hair. "God I'm a mess." 

"I don't think so," he grinned. 

She blushed. "So you do the shopping." 

"We share the household duties," Tom grinned. "Can I buy you a cup of coffee?" 

Manni panicked. "I...uh..should get home." 

"No bracelets," he whispered. "Just talk." 

Manni looked around like she was cheating on her husband. "Where?" 

"The small coffee shop on the next block." 

"OK," she said nervously. I have about fifteen more minutes of shopping." 

He was finished. "I'll meet you there in thirty." 

Manni took some deep breaths to try and calm herself down. She was going to have coffee with a man who had french kissed her and had fingered her pussy. 

*****

"Over here," Tom waved at her when she peeked into the shop. He had luckily got the back booth not visible from most of the shop. 

Manni looked around at a young girl sitting alone ready a text book and moved to the booth. She saw him shift over but she instead sat across from him. "I can't stay long. I have frozen foods and.." 

"Relax," he grinned. "What you want in your coffee?" 

"Just two sugars," she answered. As he walked to the front she pulled back her hair and buttoned the top button on her blouse. 

"Here you go," Tom grinned. After sitting it on the table he slid next to her. She immediately moved her body deeper into the booth to prevent touching his leg. 

Manni turned her upper body to face him. "Just coffee." 

Tom smiled. "Are you and your husband going to next month's party?" 

"I'm not sure," Manni said feeling trapped. "We haven't talked about it." 

"He doesn't know about the closet." 

"No," she said quickly. "And, you can't tell anybody." 

Tom reached down and covered her hand with his. She tried to pull it away but he grabbed onto it and held it tightly. 

"Don't," Manni said. 

"You didn't say don't on Saturday night." 

"That was a mistake," she said now breathing hard and rapidly. "Give me my hand please." She pulled her hand towards her body and felt his coming with it. The hands stopped against her left breast. She tried to push their hands back but he was too strong. Their eyes locked as she shook her head. "No," she whispered. 

Tom smiled because if she really meant it she would have spoken louder. His hand twisted until the back of his fingers touched her softness. 

"Tom please," she begged. She knew that she was close to giving in. 

"I'll stop if you do something for me," he grinned. 

She felt his fingers moving towards her hard nipple. "OK just stop touching me." She thought that maybe he wanted a kiss. 

Tom looked over his shoulder to make sure no one was coming as he pulled their hands down off her breast to the top of her thigh. She put up some resistance as the hands moved across onto his leg and then into his crotch. "Oh God," she gasped when her thumb pressed into his hard covered prick. 

Tom grinned as he rubbed her thumb up and down his hard length. She pulled to get free until his fingers opened hers and forced the front of her hand across him. His left hand pressed her fingers downward until they curled around his thickness. 

Manni couldn't believe that what she was holding was his penis. She had to look down to believe that the monster was real. Joe was big but Tom was bigger than big. 

"I'm going to take my hands away," Tom whispered. "I want you to touch me." 

Again they locked eyes while he pulled his fingers away. Manni quickly jerked her hand off. It moved away about six inches before she stopped and pushed her fingers back again to capture him. "It's so...big," she whispered while exploring and measuring it. 

Tom let her touch and squeeze for another two minutes before he pulled her fingers away. "We can do more when you have the green bracelet on at the next party." 

"Green," she repeated. Manni was thinking yellow or red. 

Tom laughed. "Green so we can take this nice and slow with our spouses." He leaned over and whispered. "When we get to red I'm going to fuck you all night." 

*****

Amy and Bobby too had a wild night of sex when they returned from the party. They had done the same after the first party and had promised each other that they would never go beyond the white bracelet. 

The next morning she held up his stained slacks while he walked out of the bathroom wearing only a towel. "I can't believe you came." 

"Me neither," Bobby grinned. "But when she pushed her pussy against me I couldn't stop it." 

Amy pulled off her robe and stood only in her baby blue panties. "Does it make you jealous seeing those men rubbing against me?" 

"I was really jealous at the first party but not so much last Saturday," he said pulling the towel away which displayed his semi-hard-on. 

Amy reached down and took his four inch shaft in her little fingers. "I've never touched anyone but you." 

"They sure touched you with them on Saturday night," he laughed. 

"No, I mean with my hand....with my fingers. Joe and Tom felt really big against me." 

"You want to touch them don't you?" He asked. 

Amy smiled. 

"But we promised just white," he groaned. 

"But you get to touch too," Amy grinned. "Donna and Manni have bigger breasts than I do. And Jeannie has a nice ass." 

"But....." 

"Let's just do green once," Amy whispered while jerking her fist faster and faster. 

"OHHH....YES......YES....GREEN!" Bobby cried when he shot his hot spunk onto her thighs. 

*****

It was the next Friday when Manni heard the doorbell. She peeked out and saw Jeannie's car in the driveway. After a week and being with Tom she had calmed down. "Hi," she said opening the door. 

"Still mad at me?" Jeannie asked. 

"No, come in," Manni smiled as she moved aside. She closed the door and they moved to the sofa in the living room. 

"I'm sorry about coming on to you," Jeannie started. "I shouldn't have done it." 

Manni sat back. "That's OK. I was just surprised. I mean we've been friends for so long. I didn't know." 

Jeannie smiled and moved closer. "I've missed my best friend this week." She held her arms open for Manni to come into them. Manni hesitated and moved forward. Theirs breasts pressed together as they moved their heads next to each other. 

"Have you ever.......with a woman?" Manni whispered. 

Jeannie smiled. "Yes, in college. With Amy." She expected Manni to pull away but Manni stayed close. 

"I kissed Tom in the closet and then he touched me." Manni whispered. Her fingers moved up Jeannie's back finding no bra under the sweater. 

Jeannie's fingers caressed and rubbed up and down Manni's back. "Where did he touch you?" She turned her head slightly and lightly kissed Manni's neck. 

Manni leaned her head back to give Jeannie more room. Their bodies turned facing each other. "Everywhere." 

"He's a lucky man," Jeannie whispered. Her tongue moved out to taste feminine flesh again. "Can I be lucky too?" 

"Ohhh," Manni moaned. Jeannie's touches and kisses were so tender compared to Joe's. She felt Jeannie's hands moved down her back over the waistband of her jeans and onto her buttocks. 

"Can I?" Jeannie asked again. As long as Manni didn't say no it meant yes. She touched and caressed for a while keeping her lips to Manni's earlobe. "Can I kiss you too?" 

Manni's eyes remained closed in fear that she would stop her if she saw Jeannie's face. Her face moved back to allow Jeannie's lips to find hers. 

Jeannie took her time lightly kissing across Manni's cheek until she peeked on the corner of the nervous woman's mouth. Instead of moving forcefully in the front she nibbled on her top lip. 

Manni felt her lip being pulled outward which caused her mouth to open. She waited for the tongue but it never came. As Jeannie nibbled her hands moved up under the back of her top until they found her bra clasp. She jerked slightly when the bra came apart but then relaxed as Jeannie's massaged and caressed her back and shoulders. "It feels different," Manni whispered into Jeannie's lips. 

"Another woman knows what a woman wants and needs," Jeannie whispered. "I know what you need." 

Manni moved her lips and head back and looked into Jeannie's eyes. They both knew what Manni wanted. Their hands moved at the same time to pull open the snap on Manni's jeans. Jeannie pulled down the zipper while Manni grabbed the waistband and lifted her hips. 

Jeannie's eyes locked on the tiny white lace bikini panties and the dark bush behind them when the jeans moved down and away. As she moved off the sofa to pull off the jeans she watched Manni's fingers push down her panties. Jeannie took the panties at the knee and jerked them off her lower legs and feet. 

Manni moved onto her back on the sofa and watched as Jeannie moved onto her knees at Manni's feet. Jeannie's fingers moved to the closed knees and pushed outward. It required no pressure because Manni was helping. 

Jeannie watched the dark covering open up and then the damp pink lips. She lifted Manni's right leg and kissed the ankle before moving her mouth downward to the inside of the knee and then lower onto the hot flesh of Manni's tender thigh. 

"Oh God," Manni moaned as the soft lips and tongue moved closer and closer. She wished now that she had shaved her bush but it was too late for that now. Now she wanted Jeannie to show her how wonderful oral sex could be. 

"Are you ready?" Jeannie asked with a grin as her chin pressed down into the thick curls. 

"Yes..........I'm so ready," Manni said closing her eyes. Seconds later she felt Jeannie's fingers parting her bush and then her hot tongue lashing into her boiling slit. "OH GOD!" 

Jeannie took her time remembering those many nights that Amy and she spent between each other's thighs. She purposely brought Manni to the climax and then backed away. Sweat poured from both of their bodies for the next ten minutes. 

"I can't............I can't take anymore," Manni said while trying to breath. 

"Are you ready?" Jeannie asked. She hoped so because her face was getting rubbed raw on the natural Brillo pad. 

"YES....I'M READY!!!" 

Jeannie grinned, looked at her target and attacked. 

Manni felt her clitty being pushed, rubbed, sucked and flicked. Jeannie had teased it for so long and now it was getting all of her attention. Her eyes opened wide as did her mouth when she screamed. "AHHHHH..........AHHHHHH!" 

Manni had closed her eyes and dozed after her shattering explosion. She first thought that she had dreamed it until she heard Jeannie's voice. 

"Welcome back." 

Manni smiled at her best friend and now lover. "I never knew." 

"I would love for you to return the favor but it's getting late. I better be going." She stood and looked down at Manni's half naked body. "We are going away this weekend but I'll call you next week." 

"Thank you," Manni said as she pulled her legs together and turned onto her side. 

Jeannie smiled and started walking towards the door. She turned and smiled. "Green?" 

"Green," Manni answered. 

*****

The end of Chapter One.

*****

Ending note: White, Green, Yellow, Red. Should these couples go for the red? Should they stop at the yellow? Let me know what you think. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Your feedback and votes tell me if I should go forward. Thanks...Slick. 



White and Black for Wife



I grabbed the icy glass and turned to scan the room. The music pulsed and I could feel the bass in my chest. Throngs of people swayed and undulated with arms in the air. The spotlights raced over the bodies. I did not like many things about the club scene, but I liked dancing enough to ensure I wouldn't stay away too long. 

 "What did you get?" my friend Meredith asked.

 "Long Island, baby." 

"Is Alister out with the boys?" she asked.

"No, he's at home. He offered to pick me up when I was ready to go home," I explained. 

Home. My husband was probably doing a crossword puzzle, waiting to get me home so he could fuck me. We had some of our best sex after I have been out dancing. It excites me to refuse so many advances then go home and give in to a man. My man. Coming to the club is a guaranteed ego boost. Many of the men are complimentary and it's not tough to understand their motivation for being so: they want to be with you. I was starting to dance with Mere when I heard a voice behind me. 

"Do you want to dance?" The man's voice was a shout due to the music.

I spun and saw the owner of the voice. He had chocolaty skin and a gleaming head. She looked up to see his eyebrows were raised waiting for a response.

"Sure." I said. It was a rarity to have men ask me to dance.You expect most of the guys you meet to not wait for consent to dance-they simply start dancing with you. If I am asked to dance I always reward this behavior. And I could tell it would be a pleasure to reward this dance partner.

I noticed that he was a good dancer. Again, most suitors have one overtly sexual dance move that lacks any sensuality or skill. This man's movements were controlled and precisely on beat. If I was fortunate enough to find a partner like this man it was the highlight of the night. He kept his distance for the entire first song. Restraint—another plus.

 "My name's JD," he said in the lull between songs.

 "I'm Michelle." I replied. We both yelled it was nice to meet each other as the music picked up again. After several songs he placed his forearms on ,my shoulders as we moved together. During the last song we got much closer and I felt his broad back muscles through his shirt.

 "You want a drink?" JD asked.

 I thought about the strong Long Island I had finished less than an hour ago, "No, I really shouldn't. I need to take a break. Could you get me a water?"

 "Anything you want, playa." He flashed a megawatt smile.

I walked over to the only empty booth with Meredith. We slid in, hands holding the sides of our skirts down. I saw JD waiting at the bar, money in hand and talking to another black man. 

JD was handome and his shirt reflected the ripples of the muscles that made up his broad back. The warmth of the alcohol in my stomach swam up to my head as I sat. I dared to fantasize about a man like this, or any man other than my husband on rare occasions. My husband was open-minded and tried to cultivate any fantasies I might have. Never having been with a black man made me curious and JD did seem nice.

 "Here you go. I'm sorry, I didn't know you were with your girl. You want something?" JD asked. He set the drink down and leaned in so his head was in between me and Meredith so we could hear him. 

 "That's fine, I'm good," Meredith replied in his ear.

 "Just say the word. This is Mike. Can we sit with you guys?" JD gestured to the man that came over with him. They sat down and drank something clear out of plastic cups. 

We all chatted while we drank. I learned that they were both students at the university, and JD was majoring in business. He was close to graduation. Mike was a sports medicine major and seemed to know everything about the university's athletic department. As we spoke JD focused on me and I remembered I wasn't wearing my wedding ring. 

 "Can I get your number so I can call you sometime?" JD asked as he pulled out his phone. Now, I usually don't give out my number but if I don't then he'd ask why...and I would have to tell him...and the night might be over with him. Not only was he the best looking guy in the club but he was a good dancer and polite. I was not about to pass up this jewel of a man.

 "Give me your number and I'll call you." I said. Mike scoffed and JD looked up and away. "Well, take or leave it," I said with my best sly look. He did take it.

 Mike excused himself to go to the bathroom and came back with four drinks. "You did not just do that," I looked from the glasses to Mike.

 "You don't have to drink them, but they're here if you do," he replied with a mischievous smile on his face. The men picked up there glasses and looked at the women.

 "Just a toast dedicated to the sexiest girls in the room," JD said.

 "You guys are bad." I shook my head and laughed.

 "You don't know the half of it." JD said and we all clinked glasses.

After the drinks there was more dancing. JD danced closer now. He moved his body in unison with mine. His hands began to glide all over my body. He wasn't groping but incorporating light caresses into his dancing. Normally, I don't allow this but he was still being respectful and appropriate. My inhibitions were absent; he was sexy as hell. So sexy, in fact, that I began thinking about his dick and what it looked like. As our bodies responded to each other and the music I imagined kissing him. After a full hour of dancing I was ready for a break. As I went outside to call Alister I thought to myself, "I need to get home and get that dick inside me soon."

 "Hey, babe." Alister sounded far off; video game haze.

 "Just calling to check in. Baby, I want your cock so bad."

 "Oh yeah?" He was listening now.

 "Yeah, I've been dancing and I'm so horny now."

 "With Meredith?"

 "I actually met a guy named JD. He's nice and he can really dance." At that particular moment my mind swooned and I felt like saying something outrageous. "He seems like he's really strong and he's black." I blurted out.

 "Really?" Alister sounded intrigued. He liked to hear about any men that I found attractive when I was out dancing. 

 "What if I said that I wanted you to pick both of us up and not just me?" I didn't even believe that I had said it. My thoughts were scattered and I was giggling.

 "Fuck, baby. Do you want me to find some interracial porn for you to watch when you get home?" I had yet to discover something sexual that made him uncomfortable but he did not think I was serious. Why would he? I'd never done anything like this before. 

 "I mean we won't need it." I tried to sound sincere. It took a while to convince him that I was not drunk or kidding. He was always pushing for more adventurous sexual experiences and I felt like tonight the stars had aligned. He was already on the way when he got off the phone. My last problem was JD. Do I just tell him what I want? No, I don't want to scare him off.

 "You want a shot?" I asked JD when I got back to the table. I figured the best way to ensure him being receptive would be to eliminate any inhibitions. As I waited for the drink and danced with JD I was struck by how devious I was being. I felt the delightful steam of sin bubbling up from my stomach. 

 JD took the shot. Put my hand of his hip for the first time and I whispered in his ear, "Do you want to get out of here?"

 "I don't have a car," he said with a surprised look of his face.

 "I've got a ride. You come and you can party at my apartment," I heard myself saying. "Meet me outside in a few minutes." I told Mere that I was leaving and made sure to get out the door alone so she wouldn't see me leave with another man. 

 Alister pulled into the lot minutes after I was outside and just as JD came out the door. He walked over to me and asked me where my friend was. I could tell that he was feeling the shot I had bought him. I told him that we had another ride. He crinkled his forehead and nodded. He was so gorgeous, with had generous yet well-proportioned features. He seemed a little unsure, pursing his lips and looking around. I felt nervous and did not know what to do next. Luckily, the car rolled up to break the silence. Alister got out of the car and JD looked baffled. 

I told JD that we were just going to have a drink at my place. Alister gave him a handshake and assured him it would be fun. I was stunned at how Alister was reacting. I realized both men were looking at me, waiting for the cue to leave. I realized the power that I held. Both men seemed to be a little off-balance and they were both responding to the signals that I was giving. My heart shuddered with the electric zing of anticipation. I slid into the passenger seat and we drove home.

 On our way up in the elevator my mind was racing on how to steer this night. I decided to be direct, be brazen. I knew that if we got into the apartment drinks would be the first thing to come out. I didn't want another drink and I did not want JD to have another. He wasn't stumbling yet but I wanted everything in working order. 

 Without thinking, I kissed JD.lI was struck by the texture as I pressed my mouth on his. He was surprised and did not kiss back. His eyes were wide and they were looking behind me to Alister. I pressed my hand against Alister's crotch and guided him to press against me. I felt a familiar sensation on my neck and I knew that Alister had taken the hint. With the competition cooperating, JD seemed to switch gears. His surprised resistance melted into earnest desire. Kissing one man with another sucking on my neck was incredible. 

Alister grabbed my ass with one hand and my hips with another. I grabbed JD's hands and put them on my breasts. I was now experiencing the attentions of two men. I knew my will controlled the situation but the power of these two large men was palpable.¬ I felt the pressure as they both pressed against me. We were all caught in a torrent of desire; we recklessly kissed and the hazy abandon of the thing was wonderful.

 "I love you, Michelle," Alister whispered in my ear. It did seem a little out of place but I knew where it stemmed from. I knew that Alister loved to push the boundaries of their sexual expression. I knew he would try to show me love and tenderness when ever we tried something new. 

 The elevator door opened and I got out first. I paused at the threshold and turned my neck to look back at them. "Are you guys coming?" I bit my lower lip. 

The men responded affirmatively and the looks in their eyes would have made the devil blush. I could feel the raging sexual energy they emitted like bulls; wide-eyed and strained, waiting to be released to the arena. I trotted to our door and didn't look behind me until the key was in the lock. I gave another backwards glance. 

"Welcome to our home, JD." I said and opened the door.

 I went straight to the bedroom and sat on the bed. I saw the two men standing in front of me, waiting. I beckoned with one finger and they both obeyed. I was dying to see what JD's dick looked like. I reached up and placed a hand on each of their crotches and massaged each one. 

"Take your shirts off." 

They did and JD had the abs that my husband was working on. The light shone on their well-muscled bodies and the shadows accentuated their strength. 

"Alister, lick my pussy." I took my dress off.

I lay down on the corner of the bed so my feet were on the ground and my head was near the edge of the bed. Alister had already began by slow long licks and full mouth kisses. I motioned for JD to come near where my head was. 

"Kiss me while he licks my pussy." 

Again, immediate compliance. He massaged my breasts and kissed me deeply. Being able to kiss a gorgeous man and have another licking my pussy was so hot. I told my husband to slow down or I would come too fast and he switched to the lightning quick but soft licks that always brought a tingle to my toes. 

"Let me suck your dick, baby." 

JD was on his feet in no time. I could tell the alcohol was affecting him less and less. He lowered his jeans to reveal blue briefs. His stomach flurried with his shallow breaths. When the band of his briefs lowered enough to reveal his dick it was nearly erect. His balls and shaft were a darker hue than his skin and his head was a deep purple. He positioned himself so that I could reach over and draw the dick to my mouth. His cock had a satisfying heft that made me think about how it would feel in my pussy. 

"Give me thumb, Alister." 

As Alister slid a slicked up thumb just inside my ass as I took the head of JD's cock in my mouth. His head was full and beautiful and upon coming in contact with my warm tongue I felt a surge of blood rush into the tip. Alister had two fingers in me working in lock-step with the thumb that was pushing deeper into my ass. I knew I was going to come soon. I had to withdraw that beautiful member from my mouth in fear that I would bite it. 

"I want you to lick my ass while I come." Were the words that came out of my mouth. 

JD acquiesced and moved to the end of the bed. I told Alister to lie on the bed so we could 69. In this position JD could finger me and lick my ass while Alister continued lapping at my pussy. I regressed little in the time it took to get in position. The sensation was other-worldly. Having my clit licked and my asshole brushed with a tongue was too much. The orgasm sent hot waves of pleasure through my entire body. I grabbed a pillow and screamed and screamed. By the end, I was limp and on fire. As the pleasure subsided I came out of my sex-induced fugue. I thought about how hard both these men would fuck if given the chance and I didn't think I was ready. 

I sat up and told Alister and JD to sit at the edge of the bed. Both their heads flared out from the shaft in the tell tale signs of a man at the peak of arousal. I marveled at the beauty and balance of cock in front of me. One black and one white. There was something symmetrical and pleasing about this arrangement. I grabbed both and began sucking on JD's first. The head disappeared and I worked hard to get as much in my mouth as possible. This position was not great for deep-throating but I did my best.  

I goaded them by talking dirty. If I didn't have a dick in my mouth I would say, "Give me that hot cum," and "Oh baby, I want you to shoot all over my tits," and "Are you boys going to spray hot cum all over me?" 

Eventually they commandeered their own cocks and began pumping furiously. I held my tits together and flipped my hair back. I looked up with the best pleading eyes and pouting lips I could muster. 

JD came first. Thick ropes of white cum contrasted with the tip of his dark penis. It oozed out and he leaned forward so it dropped on my chest. Alister came next. His thin, clear jizz shot out and ricocheted off my tit and onto my neck and arm. He blasted over and over, in incredible volume. 

I think that JD was expecting a little more and Alister was fulfilling a fantasy that had been years in the making. The men collapsed on the bed and I had to run and clean myself. The haze was gone and I was left with a sense of awe over what I had just done; a threesome with a strange black man and my loving husband. I must admit that it was the best orgasm in memory and Alister's load was incomparable.

As I returned to the bedroom I found the men putting on their underwear and looking a little awkward. 

"Come here, guys." I lay down. As I spooned with JD I looked in my husbands eyes. He pushed some stray hairs behind my cheek and said that he loved me. I told him I loved him, too. As I heard JD's breathing become more regular I closed my eyes and marveled at what a strange and exciting world I lived in. My husband always said that he wanted to continue to explore new sexual realms with his true love. I didn't want this every night but it was a new sexual realm that I looked forward to revisiting in the future.



White And Wet



Julie had just finished her work out and looked at the clock. Shit, the handy man coming to fix the leak in the back yard would be there in just less than an hour. Still, she thought she could get showered and ready for her day in time. 

She striped down and looked at herself in the full length mirror. Although Julie was "forty something ;)," she took great care of her body with a regiment of running, going to the gym and doing yoga. She was never completely happy with her body, however her husband loved her petite frame and sexy legs and always lusted after her. Of course he isn't the only one who lusts after her. In fact, Julie and her hubby have both experimented with their desires over the years and have had some really erotic times.

It started with a healthy dose of porn! One of Julie's favorite types of porn has always been interracial. Something about white wives sucking and fucking black men really get her juices flowing. The contrast is sexy, as well as the taboo from growing up being taught it was wrong makes it that much more hot. She was thinking about a movie that her hubby sent her the night before and realized she was getting turned on. Julie shook the thought and jumped in the shower.

The doorbell rang about 50 minutes later and Julie headed for the door. When she opened the door she was surprised to see a young black man with a great build wearing a tool belt. "Hello ma'am, my name is Greg and I'm here to look at, a leak is it?" "Hi Greg, I'm Julie and glad you're here. Let me show you what's going on. It's just out back." Julie let him and as he followed her she couldn't help to think that he was watching her ass in her yoga pants. Wow she thought, I'm getting turned on! She was expecting and old plumber type, and instead here was a hot black guy who couldn't be older then about 30. She felt that familiar tingle between her legs and knew her pussy was plumping up like it does around black cock. She started to flush as well.

As Julie had suspected, Greg was indeed taking in the hot wife in front of him and her sexy ass. When they got out back she pointed to a leak. "There it is, can you fix it?" Greg said it was an easy fix and he had all the tools he needed. Julie blurted out "I bet you do!" "Oh my God I'm sorry, I can't believe I just said that." Greg smiled, "That's ok Julie, I'll be right back." After he went out to the truck, Julie couldn't believe she had said that. Greg on the other hand, had plans for Julie after he fixed the leak.

The whole time he was working on the leak, she couldn't stop thinking about his big muscled body up against hers. She was definitely going to take care of herself right after he left. Julie was in the kitchen when Greg came back in and announced he was done. He came over by her as she got out her check book to pay him. "What do I own you?" she said. He was standing really close and he smelled so good, she started to tingle again. Greg said, "Well Julie, I'm thinking about working a discount deal with you." "What kind of discount?" She said as she was leaning over the counter getting ready to write the check. He came right up behind her and pressed against her as he grabbed hold of her waist on both sides. "Let's call it the black dick discount, you obviously need one right?" Julie's pussy was dripping wet now, feeling his hardness through his pants pressing on her ass. 

"How would you know what I need" she said in a whisper. "All black men know when a white woman is hot for them. You started letting off pheromones went I walked in and it started making me hard." He said as he reached around the front of her and started to touch her clit through her bottoms. "I bet this white pussy is just dripping wet, right?" 

"Yes" she said and felt wonderful as he touched her.

"What does that pussy need?" 

"Black cock." Julie said.

"Turn around and get on your knees and take out my cock. You need to get it good and ready for your pretty little white pussy." She did as he said and was soon sucking on his big black cock. He was getting fully hard now and wanted to fuck that pussy. "There you go Julie, you get that cock ready for what it was made for. You know what that is? Filling up married white pussy." She was so turned on now she couldn't wait to have it in her. She got her wish. 

"Ok, stand up and turn back around Julie." She did. "Now pull down your pants and bend over."

She did so and felt him begin to press his cock in her very wet pussy. He started to pump her tight white pussy slowly. She reached down and began to rub her clit. 

"Yeah girl, you like this dick don't you?"

"Yes! Give me that black dick!"

"What does that pussy need girl?"

"I need your black cock to fill me. Give me that seeeeed." She said as she vigorously rubbed her clit to orgasm. The thought of him filling her pussy was what did it. He was soon about to do just that. He started pumping faster and she could tell that he was about to erupt as he was getting even harder!

"I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna fill this white pussy! Oh Shit!" He pushed balls deep and filled her up. She would be leaking for days. 

"Wow that was incredible!" said Greg. 

"So how deep is that discount, Greg?" She said, with a wink. 

"I'll tell you what. I won't charge you a thing as long as I can come back and fill that pussy again." 

Julie said, "That is a deal, next time though, you have to do it on web cam for my husband to watch." 

"No problem." Said Greg as he pulled up his pants grabbed his stuff and left. 

Julie couldn't wait to tell her husband how she spent the afternoon.



White as Snow



He was as white as snow, his skin was pale and freckles from the stars on his face he never looked back from where he came from. In his opinion he was the drifter and I was the cinnamon girl. When he first caught my eye he paid me attention that no other did for I was mysterious and rebellious. I had only one wish.... Help me escape. A chopper over 9 ft. in length and it was a Honda 750. You could tell it was fabricated with much thought and tender care, the engine had to be wrapped into the frame just as I wanted. He looked at me and smiled but in his gray blue eyes all I saw was sex. I couldn't help but fathom what those deep dark eyes were holding back. 

I received a gift. As I walked barefooted through the park he arrived mysteriously and with my fave...a bottle of Cuervo Gold in his saddlebag. I immediately straddled his seat and asked no questions as to where we were going, as I was intrigued. Sexually intrigued in what he saw in me and what I saw in him. When he stopped the bike straddling that hot engine and allowed me to dismount I looked at him and shyly took the bottle he gifted me with. I wrapped my lips around it sucking the succulence from the rim and made no frown to its taste and I saw, he wanted me. I walked away with my bare feet touching the asphalt not questioning the whereabouts. I wanted him. 

As he asked if I felt safe I looked into his eyes and responded with open eyes as well as open legs. One touch is all I wanted. One sly move of the hand to just whisper to me SEX. He stood in front of me with his Levi's jeans and leather chaps tenderly wrapping his thick muscular legs. A shirt so black and tight you could see his pecks bulging as well as his groin. I wondered how he breathed. Hair as dusty blonde as the pubes I imagined him with I could not resist. I began to remove my coverall shorts as tight as they were in the broad daylight where we stood. The heat showed my softened dollar shaped nipples and he stared and squinted at the sight of them. I knew it was right. I peeled my tight coveralls as short as they were in length popping my voluptuous ass to the hot air and I could swear by the look in his eyes as I tilted my head back towards him he was mine. 

I rubbed my round sweaty ass against his rod hidden behind those jeans and begged for affection, lust, fucking! He grabbed my hips and pushed his now hardening dick against my jiggling ass as I began to cream. When I turned to look at him as he straddled me from behind I could see my come glistening where my pussy rubbed against his jeans. And once again he was twice as hard. I couldn't help but be fascinated with how fast I was able to arouse such a man, such a mound and I felt my pussy twitch; Twice. He tore my g-string that hugged my legs from my body and I felt no pain only desire. He lifted me off my feet and sat me onto his rice burner chopper, custom made. Slowly sucking my nipples as I straddled his bike he laid my back onto the mustang tank his bike bared. I could feel the cold steel chill my back and my nipples erected as well as his penis as it protruded from his jeans noticing the chaps hugging and squeezing his balls. What a stallion, what a man. He revealed his manhood, hard as rock and a head as big and pink as I could only hope for. And a little tear of come began to sneak down that lovely dick of his and I rushed to catch it. Pleased to the taste saliva dripped from my mouth and in an effort to save it he suddenly pushed his dick back into my mouth. Chills filled my pussy; I wanted to feel his wand, his long wide pink dick inside of me. I rubbed my snatch up and down his shaft as he straddled the bike getting closer and closer to my pussy. Soon his dick was dripping of come from both him and me and we were panting and staring into each others eyes as he pulled me close by my legs. The bike wobbled but I held tight feeling his protruding head touch the mouth of my pussy. I motioned with my snatch thrusting it forward wanting it and needing it as he teased me withholding penetration and then he shoved it into my snatch wet with come and I gasped and yelled. What a beautiful mound, what a beautiful mount. I arched my back as he pulled it slowly out letting me feel the whole length and every shape form and size. I could only feel my juices being plunged from my body and my come slowly slid down the hole of my ass, warm, thick and juicy. 

For an hour he slowly massaged my sugar walls and my juices flowed for the duration until his balls were coated of what was all me! He stood and wrapped his arms around my legs pulling me towards him getting in deeper. We were both drenched in sweat and you could smell sex in the air. Deeper he plunged and louder I screamed. It brought out the animals in both of us and I could feel a sensation of wanting to urinate. 

I loved it but cautioned him that I might pee and he began yelling to me, "Do it! Piss all over my balls"! Thrusting into my vagina and delicately fucking me it was like poetry and I began to squirt juices everywhere and had an orgasm I had never felt before in my life. Screaming like a banshee, in extreme passion I opened my eyes to see he too was coming and his face began to drip of the come I gushed. I felt his dick harden and erect even further into my cave and I tightened around the head of his dick, I could swear it turned and twined. I felt his orgasm. Immediately he withdrew and I felt my face sprinkled with come, into my mouth, tasting it with sweat and tears as I was blessed with his white water. 

Drifter announced the fascination of the "G" Spot to my 23-year-old mind and I was in awe. I wonder what ever happened to that bike! Hee Hee



White Bandana Club



I thought it was a pretty nifty idea, really. I had been selling my body for a couple of years already just to get to where I'd gotten. And then when I managed to get into a prestigious university in a rich, relatively small town known for its part-time eccentric millionaire residents, I could see that I would need a lot more money to maintain my new lifestyle than a couple of hours on my back a week was going to support.

So, it was quite fortuitous that I hooked up with Slick just a couple of days after I'd arrived in town. Slick wasn't his real name—I'm sure actually that the name he gave m wasn't his real name either—but it was the name I gave him because he was such a cocky, manicured guy all tricked out in shiny, slick duds. When he'd shown interest in me at the first gay club I'd found, I'd figured he was one of the rich eccentric guys I'd been told about and that he'd be a fast twenty bucks. When we went out to his car, and I saw what he was driving—a flashy Jaguar—I upped my expectations to fifty bucks. It turned out to be a hundred bucks, but it was a hard-earned hundred bucks. He barely gave me time to have my pants off and he had me sitting in his lap and he was porking me deep and hard and fast. He had me about all the ways you can do it in the backseat of a car. And all the time he was testing me. I couldn't be sure he wasn't an eccentric millionaire, but I could be quite sure he was a pimp.

"Nice job, blondie," he said to me after he'd finally come and I could take my feet down from the side pillar of the car and the passenger backrest where I'd dug them in for leverage during his last assault. "How would you like to work for me? There's big bucks in it."

That's when I found out that this rich town had a very interesting seam running below its surface. He called the service the White Bandana Club. It was quite the clever twist on a call service. Rich guys and gals could join the club for an exorbitant fee. The "talent," which is where I fit in after I heard how well it paid, got a set and satisfying monthly stipend and any tips they collected. All we had to do was be out in public a certain number of hours a day with a white bandana worn conspicuously around our necks, as a head scarf, or hanging off a belt loop. If someone came up to us and asked us to give them the white bandana, we were to follow them wherever they wanted to go and have whatever sex they wanted to have that didn't register as torture. No questions, no names, no private deals, although we could certainly tell them where they could find us again if they wanted seconds. Afterward they were supposed to give us the white bandana back and return us to where they found us. If we went for a week without a request for the white bandana, we still got paid—we just didn't get any tips.

The money was very good and this was even a better setup than I had anticipated I could get, so I said yes readily. Slick sealed the deal by giving me a white bandana and an envelope stuffed with cash—and then by asking me to give the bandana back to him and taking me to a posh apartment and fucking my brains out again on silk sheets.

Although I had several white bandana encounters my first week in which all a stranger needed to do to get submissive sex from me was to ask for my bandana, none were as strange as the one I had while I was on my way to play tennis on an afternoon I didn't have classes. I was strolling along, racket case under my arm, when a big black limousine, with smoked windows rolled up beside me, the driver's window rolled down, and a big black bullet-headed chauffeur pointed out my white bandana to me and told me to follow his car into the far end of an almost-deserted parking lot. I followed him. The car had pulled up by an unusually high curb, and when I got there and walked around to stand on the curb where the limo was between me and the busy street off a ways in the distance, the rear window of the car came down, and a voice issued from the dark depths of the rear seat.

"Lean in just here and put your hands on the roof of the car. Keep your eyes on the street over there." I did so. The curb was high enough that my pelvis was at the level of the window. I felt my tennis shorts and jock strap being pulled to below my butt cheeks. One thin hand went around to a butt cheek and the other one went up under my tennis shirt and rested on my belly. My cock was being worked by a mouth, and rather expertly worked, I might add. There I was, trying to look nonchalantly over the roof of the car, while pedestrians passed by in the near distance, looking at me, full of curiosity about the nifty limo over here, while I was getting a very interesting and expert blow job and ball wash and nibble. When I had come, which was efficiently swallowed, and had been licked clean, my shorts and jock were snapped back into place—with a small wad of crisp greenbacks tucked under the elastic of the jock's band. I was told to back off from the limo, the back window rolled back up, and limo moved majestically across the parking lot and back into traffic.

Yeah, this was going to be all right, I thought to myself as I whistled my way on toward the tennis courts.

There were other peculiar white bandana encounters, of course and some were a lot more involved than that first blow job. One day not long after my limo encounter I was accosted by a woman who knew both my name and to use the white bandana to get me into her car; and a very nice car too, a big white Bentley. The woman looked nice and rich too. She was on the edge of being a matron, but money had kept her on the well-maintained side. She was in great shape and would be very attractive in candlelight. And I certainly was ready for a change of pace.

It took us more than five minutes just to drive from the road up to her big house on a hill. As we walked up to the door, it opened and it all came together for me. Standing in the door, welcoming us in, was one of my university's prize wrestlers, Samir, who we called Sam; I was trying to make the freshman wrestling team and I'd already been pinned several times by Sam for my efforts.

A tall, rangy son of the Levant, Sam was a cream and coffee-colored hottie, with strong legs and a long, lean torso topped with broad shoulders and tremendous biceps and pecs. It appeared that in this world, though, he was Mrs. Rich's butler. He was wearing a tight tux shirt with big cuffs and cufflinks and a bow tie, topping a pair of silk, skin-hugging black pants that fit every contour of his body from his waist down to his calves and then flared out to hems topping a nice pair of patent-leather pumps. And it obviously was Sam who had gotten me hooked up with his mistress, although my mind was working double time to try to figure out just what form of mistress she was to him. Sam was giving us a big welcoming grin.

Mrs. Rich led me to a guest room, waved at the closet, and told me to strip and put on the items I found in the closet. She assured me that there were several of each item in there and I should be able to find everything in a size that would fit me. After I changed, she said, I should look over on the dressing table for further instructions. She told me where she wanted me to come after I'd changed and left me in the room alone. I stripped down to my briefs before checking the closet out, enjoying the uncertainty of what I'd find behind that door.

When I appeared in Mrs. Rich's bedroom nearly thirty minutes later, I was wearing a scarlet silky slip, a blonde wig, and a heavy layer of bright red lipstick. Under the slip, I was wearing a black lacy bra and what I'd call black lacy breakaway bikini panties, meaning that they tied at the sides with string and could be easily pulled off. I also was wearing a thin garter belt around my belly, which held up black, fishnet stockings. On my feet were strapped black stiletto heels, which had been a little difficult to walk down the hall in. I must say that this getup somewhat amused me, and I was game to see where this would lead.

I met my double when I entered Mrs. Rich's bedroom. Mrs. Rich herself was identically attired and was stretched out on a chaise lounge facing her gigantic bed. She looked fine in this light, but I wondered if I perhaps didn't look a little bit better. She looked me up and down and told me in no uncertain terms that she liked what she saw. Then she asked me to go over and perch at the foot of the bed, and, after I'd done that, she rang a buzzer and Samir appeared. She simply told Samir to come over and sit beside me on the bed and to make love to me, as if I was a woman, until she told him to stop. She pointed out that there was a tube of lubricant on the coverlet beside me, which he could use, but that in all other ways I was to be a woman to him and that I was to consider myself to be a woman to him, a woman who loved him and would deny him nothing.

Hookay.

Samir sat down on the bed beside me and gently turned my face to him. He gave me a gentle kiss, and I opened to him in the way I felt a woman in love would do. He seemed surprised at my response, at my willingness to play this game, and his kiss turned passionate. He put his right arm around me at my hip and bunched up the silk slip in his fist. His left hand went to my belly, which he caressed and then let his hand drift up to my neck and then down my cleavage and to my breasts. I covered his right fist with one of my hands and raised my other hand to his cheek. And I sighed for him as I thought a woman would sigh when he touched my breast. This seemed to send a little thrill through him, and I wondered if he was begging to forget that I wasn't really a woman. From across the room, I could see that Mrs. Rich was enjoying this immensely.

Samir had bunched up my silk slip on one side to the point that the hem had come up to his hand. He moved the other hand down to my other hip, and we broke our kiss while he pulled the silk slip up and off me. His lips went to the hollow of my neck, and he went into a lingering kiss of my pulsating artery there. His right hand was spread on my lower belly, his little finger just under the waist band of my bikini briefs. His left hand was frantically exploring my breasts above the bra, feeling me and squeezing me. He seemed to be into this exploration even though I didn't have big breasts. Of course, I didn't have little breasts either; my pecs were very well defined, and he could certainly feel my taut nipples through the flimsy material of the bra.

Thinking that this is what a woman would do, I took his hand and moved it under my bra. He flinched in pleasure at this, and I heard Mrs. Rich laugh with pleasure as well. I slowly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled the tail out of his pants. he released his hands while I pulled his shirt off his back, but then he returned them to where they had been, but now his right hand was even farther down on my lower belly. It was interesting that when I pulled his shirt away, his black bow tie and his cuffs remained. Mrs. Rich had decked him out as a Chippendale stud. And he would have fit in that line up just fine; a magnificent chest and biceps and long tapering abs down to a flat belly. His chest was heaving slightly now, as if he was having trouble controlling both his breath and his sexual appetite. He was like a lithe tiger, trying to pace himself, prolonging the kill, even though he was already loaded to pounce. And I could tell he was already loaded by the tenting in his crotch area.

I reached behind me and undid the snaps of my bra, stripped it off and threw it to the side, and then I arched my back backward, supporting myself on my hands, my long blonde hair streaming down my back, my "breasts" open to him. And he responded immediately, burying his face in my chest, going after my nipples with his lips, enjoying me just as if I were a big-breasted woman. To help the illusion, I sighed and moaned and shuddered just as if he had found my sexual switch and now would not deny him anything as long as he carried through with ravishing me. And, truth be known, his work on my nipples was turning me on. He left that, bringing his lips back up to mine and devouring me. His bare chest was rubbing against my bare chest, and the electricity of this contact was surging between us.

I moved my right hand to his tented crotch and let him know I was interested in what he had and how big and thick it already was—and I could feel that he had a big pair of balls to go along with the package. He moved his left hand to on top of my package as well and just held and appreciated my engorging cock, while I moved on to freeing his.

With a thrill, I discovered that the front of his pants were some sort of codpiece, which I could unsnap and pull away, leaving his pants on but exposing his cock and balls. A slit seemed to run even farther, I assumed to permit access to his asshole as well if that was what was wanted. I began stroking his cock but lost leverage when His lips went back to my nipples and then started down my sternum.

Time for the woman in me to take control, though. With a laugh I pulled away from him and sank down in front of him, between his legs, pushing them out, wrapping a hand around the root of his cock and slowly taking it in between my ruby-red lips, giving him a woman's suck, the most intimate of a woman's service to a man. And Samir let me service him, first leaning down over me and hefting and manipulating my "breasts" with both his hands and then, eventually, as I was bringing him to new levels of ecstasy, arching his back backward, supporting the weight of his torso on his hands and rolling his head and panting and heaving his chest, slowly giving all control over to me and concentrating his pleasure to those ruby-red lips giving his cock and balls suck.

Mrs. Rich's view was of all this were parted black-silk legs, between which kneeled a bare-torsoed figure with blonde hair cascading down its back, and a bubble butt cheeks barely covered by black lace panties, gathered up into the valley of butt cleavage, and a black garter belt holding up black mesh stockings covering strong legs and ending in black stiletto heels pointed at Mrs. Rich. Above the bowed and bobbing blonde head, arms could be seen running up a man's heaving torso, digging into his bulging chest, ending in the underside of a man's chin, working itself back and forth and emitting small animal sounds of pleasure.

But then with a shudder and a loud animal sound, the tiger came alive and moved to regain control. Samir's torso came up and his hands came down to my waist and pulled me away from him, He stood and brought me up as well. He turned both of us around and laid me down on my back on the bed. His hands went to my panties, which he pulled off me, snapping the strings. The proof I wasn't a woman was obvious. I was somewhat amused that I was as hard as he was and was both longer and thicker than he was. Samir didn't seem quite as amused, though. He went for the tub of lubricant, got a big gob and went straight for my ass. Not to lose control, I got a gob too and worked on his cock while he was working on my ass.

Mrs. Rich's view was of a man standing between the legs of a reclining woman in black mesh stockings, He was finger fucking her, opening her up, and the woman was arching her back and moaning and voicing pleasure and in being finger fucked and opened up (just as I was doing) and stroking the man's cock, keeping him hard and interested. The only visual illusion was that Samir was lathering up my asshole rather than a cunt.

Samir pushed me back on the bed with a thrust to my sternum, obviously wanting complete control, but I slid my butt toward him, maintaining a grip on his cock. I wishboned out my legs, bringing my high-heeled feet up to dig into the edge of the bed, and it was I who guided his cock to my hole and brought him in to me until the point where my sphincter took over and drew him up my ass.

Then, with a laugh, I just relinquished control and let him pump me. His hands came down onto my chest and worked it as if he was kneading big tits. For Mrs. Rich's benefit, I screamed and yelled in ecstasy and put on a show with those stocking covered legs, holding them up and out briefly, and then wrapping them around and above Samir's bouncing butt as if I was drawing him into me as far as possible (which is what I was doing) and then just swinging them wildly in the air as if he was splitting and ravishing me (which he certainly was trying to do).

"Stop!" Mrs. Rich commanded and both Samir and I stopped in mid thrust. Samir turned and sat on the bed beside me as Mrs. Rich rose off her chaise lounge and ambled over to us.

"I can't let you finish with Ron here, Samir. I have no idea how long it will take you to recover and the two of you were so marvelous that I'm simply a fright. If I don't get some right now, I think I'm going to melt into my shoes. Be a dear, Ron. You go over and sit on the chaise for a while now." Still panting from the exertion but mildly amused, I did as she directed. Thereupon, Mrs. Rich plopped down in the spot I'd vacated.

"Now, Samir, Baby. I want you to do exactly the same things you did to Ron. And I'm so impressed by Ron's performance that I'm going to do exactly the same things to you.

And, so, they went through the scene again, but this time, with a real woman. As far as I could tell, Samir and I had done just as well as Samir and Mrs. Rich were doing.

When Samir got to the point of finger fucking Mrs. Rich, she grabbed his hand and laughed. "The same as with Ron, Samir. I'm not interested in having your children. So, he took a gob of lubricant and went for her ass instead of her cunt.

At the same point where Mrs. Rich had stopped the scene between Samir and me, she stopped the scene between Samir and her. A "Stop!" rang out and Samir, on the edge of shooting off, responded to her command immediately. I wondered both at his control and what control Mrs. Rich must have over him to keep him in check like this.

"I don't want to have your child, Samir. But I think I wouldn't mind having Ron's child. He's better looking and better built than you are, don't you think, even as presentable as you are. And he certainly has a longer and thicker cock. I think he can go where you couldn't. Please be a lamb and pick up your things and be ready to take Ron home when I call."

A sullen Samir grabbed up his shirt and codpiece and stalked to the door and out of the room. Mrs. Rich beckoned to me and said, "Now, once more from the beginning, shall we? You can be the man this time." And so we did, and I must say, Mrs. Rich could have taught me a thing of two about blowing a man, and I was never so happy to be tooling around in a woman's vagina once more.

When I withdrew from Mrs. Rich and turned to leave, she produced two hundred-dollar bills and tucked them into my garter belt.

When I finished, had showered and cleaned the makeup off my face, and was dressed, Samir was waiting at the door to drive me home. He hadn't bothered to put his shirt and codpiece back on. He was coldly polite. We got in the Bentley and floated back down toward the gate. However, in the wooded area before reaching the gate, Samir stopped the car and turned it off.

"Now, it's my turn to invoke the power of the white bandana."

"Look, Samir," I said. "I just did what I was told, and I didn't take any part in trying to embarrass you."

"That doesn't matter. None of that matters. I got you up here; I engineered your visit up here because I wanted to do you myself. And I want you on my own terms, not through any little play directing by the woman up there. Even if I'd been able to finish with you up there, we'd be here and I'd be invoking the power of the white bandana. Now strip."

While I was doing so, Samir opened the moon roof and pushed the button that lowered the front passenger seat until it was almost flat. He told me to get on my knees on the passenger seat, facing the windshield and then he stood on the passenger floor, facing me, his chest rising out of the moon roof.




White BBW Meat



Finally, moving day was here, and it was time to get things going. My son had moved out after graduating college, and I no longer needed a two bedroom apartment. I found a cute little one bedroom in the same neighborhood, but a hell of a lot cheaper. I had everything all boxed up and ready to go, and decided to put up a pot of coffee, in case the movers needed some extra energy. As I hit the button on the coffee machine, the doorbell rang. I opened up the door, and there were two huge black men standing in my doorway wearing t-shirts that said "Brooklyn Movers", I stepped back and let them in. They showed me the contract, and bill, and asked me to sign them, and watched me carefully as I bent over to lean down on the coffee table. I know I was blushing, since I could feel the burning sensation throughout my face. I hoped and prayed they wouldn't notice. I handed the signed contract back, and offered them some fresh brewed coffee.

"Sure thanks ma'am, we would love some coffee."

"Great, milk and sugar guys?"

"Yes please ma'am."

"Please, my name is Tammy," I said with a smile.

I could feel them watching my big ass as I walked out of the living room, thinking that it looked like they enjoy a BBW. I am five feet two inches tall, I have brown hair and eyes, and my breasts are forty-D. I love men that are attracted to a BBW, since I have no problem with the way I look, I would expect any man that chooses to use me feels the same. Yes, I said use me. I love being made to feel like a whore and slut, and a dirty piece of fuck meat. I don't know why, and I can't explain it, but I love it when men call me names, and smack me around when they fuck me. It's so hot, and a huge turn on.

As I was gone getting their coffee, little did I know they were talking to each other about how much they would love to fuck me. I came back and handed them each a cup of coffee, and asked them if there was anything else I could do. They looked at each other in a strange way, but then said no, and to just relax while they do their work. I did as I was told and sat down and surfed the net on my laptop. Things went pretty smooth, and faster than I thought, before I knew it they were done, and asking me if I had a car.

"Do you have a car, or do you want to ride in the truck with us?"

"No I don't have a car, a ride would be great, thank you."

I grabbed my laptop, and followed them to their truck, and they motioned me inside between them. My heart was beating so fast, I thought I would pass out. Why do I keep thinking about these two guys using me? I tried to get the image out of my head but I couldn't. They were not very good looking, and kind of sloppy looking, but I didn't care. I have always wanted to be violated by black cock. I have a fantasy of being owned by a black Master, and shared with his friends, but that's another story.

The ride to my new apartment was uneventful, but also only a ten minute ride. We all hopped out of the truck, and we walked into the building of my new apartment. It was on the first floor, so very easy to bring everything in. We wedged something under all the doors to get in, and they headed out to the truck. The furniture was coming in first, so when they brought the bed, in pieces of course, I told them it went into the bedroom. As they set the pieces down, they offered to put the bed back together for me.

"Wow that would be awesome!"

"It's no problem, you are the last job of the day so we are in no rush." one of them said with a devilish grin.

"Thank you guys so much."

"Please, I'm Jimmy, and he's George."

"OK, thank you Jimmy and George."

They continued to bring things from the truck into my new apartment, as I began putting things away in the kitchen. I began getting hungry, and of course asked Jimmy and George, if they wanted anything. I decided to order Chinese food, and they began to put the dining table together so we could all eat. I hated eating alone, and especially my first night in my new apartment, so I was happy they decided to join me.

We sat around eating Chinese food, trading stories, also had a few beers, so we were all a little tipsy. Then I lit up my marijuana pipe, and passed that around. We were laughing so hard, that the box I was sitting on collapsed, which only made us laugh harder. I got up to pick everything up that was falling out of the box, and realized it was my collection of XXX movies. I tried to clean them up fast so no one would notice, but Jimmy was watching me, and I know he could see the titles of the one in my hand. "Black Cocks, White Meat" He looked at me and smiled, and whispered something to George. I quickly got everything in a bag, and put it away. I was so embarrassed, and just sat down with my head down. I didn't know what to say.

They had decided this was a perfect time to put the bed together like they had promised, so I could be alone for a few minutes. I just sat there waiting for them to be done, and just wanted them to leave to be alone. I couldn't even look them in the face when they came out and said the bed was done.

"Why don't you go look and make sure we put it together correctly," George said.

"Sure, thank you," I said with my head down.

They followed me in to the bedroom, and we all stood there staring at the bed.

"Lay down in it and make sure it's ok," Jimmy said.

I climbed up on the bed to lay down, and they attacked me. I felt their hands on my breasts, pinching my nipples through my shirt. Initially I began fighting them off, but the more they pinched my nipples, the hotter I got. They quickly pulled my clothes off, and I lay there in my bra and panties, wanting them to rape me. What the hell was wrong with me? Why do I like it like this? George forced his big black cock into my mouth, and I greedily sucked on it. His cock tasted so good, and when I licked his balls, he told me what a filthy whore I was, and how they were going to use me all night long. I then felt Jimmy pulling off my panties exposing my bald, dripping wet pussy. He slid a finger inside, and began pumping me while I sucked his friend's cock. George was abusing my tits, smacking them, pinching my nipples, making me so hot I felt an orgasm building up inside me. Jimmy's knew this as he pumped my wet cunt, as he called it, and just as I was about to explode and let my juices flow, he pulled his fingers out, and wiped them on my tits. 

"Time to suck my cock too, fucking cunt!", Jimmy said.

Jimmy climbed up on the side of me and I began taking turns on their big hard black cocks, and I was in heaven. They roughly spread my legs and started playing with my pussy, telling me what a whore I was for being so wet. They each had two fingers deep inside my cunt, pumping me while I serviced their cocks.

"That's it bitch, take turns on us, like we're going to take turns one you."

George pulled his cock out of my mouth, and I begged for them to treat me like a dirty filthy whore. George got down in between my legs, and began running his hard shaft up and down my slit, as I tried to push myself onto him.

"Look Jimmy, the bitch wants my cock!", George said laughing.

"You want my big black cock you filthy whore?"

"Yes yes, fuck me please, I will do anything!"

With that George rammed all ten inches of his big cock deep inside my cunt as I screamed, and moaned to be used. There I was spread on my back with a cock in my mouth, and another cock pumping my wet cunt. I was in heaven, and I know I must have looked like such a whore, but I loved it. His cock was so big, and was stretching me so wide, and I wanted this so much, and I have for a long time.

"Let me get some of that cunt," Jimmy said.

Jimmy roughly turned me over, putting my big fat white ass high in the air, and I felt his hand come down on my ass. 

"You like that bitch?"

"Oh yes, that feels so good, ooohhh."

"You're a hot piece of white fuck meat aren't you?"

"Yes a nasty white whore that's only good for one thing!"

"Oh yes that's right, only good for an easy lay."

"Yes yes, nothing more than a whore for you to use!!"

Jimmy got up behind me, and slowly slid his black meat inside my juicy wet cunt, and it felt so amazing. His cock was about thirteen inches, and so fat, and stretched me beyond anything I have ever felt before. He went slow at first just so I could get used to his huge cock, and then he picked up the pace, until he was pounding into me making me scream, and then moan. When I got used to his size, I wanted all of him inside me, using me. George was now sitting on the bed, grabbing my hanging tits, and pinching my nipples so hard I was screaming from both the sensations I was feeling. George then grabbed me by my hair and forced me down onto his cock. He roughly made me suck his cock, making me gag, and calling me names, as Jimmy filled me up with his massive cock. This went on for what seemed like hours, and then Jimmy pulled out of me, and George got under me, and I rode his cock. Jimmy was holding me and pulling me up and down on George's cock, helping him fuck me.

"That's it bitch, ride that black cock!"

Jimmy let go of me and I put my hands on George's shoulders and bounced up and down on his cock, as he grabbed my hanging tits, squeezing them real hard, almost making me not realize Jimmy's cock at my anal opening. I tried to protest but Jimmy pushed me down onto George, so my ear was right by George's mouth.

""You know you want it whore."

"No no not my ass, please!!"

"Shut the fuck up and take it cunt!", Jimmy yelled.

"No no, please no!"

Jimmy ignored me and slowly started filling my ass with his cock. Again he was slow at first, but it hurt so much, and I kept begging him to stop, but the more I begged, the more he filled me. His cock was completely inside my ass, all thirteen inches, and it hurt like hell, and he kept telling me I needed to be trained to take cock in my ass since they have bigger plans for me.

"Whores always get fucked in the ass," George whispered in my ear.

"What do you mean, bugger plans????" I was screaming now.

"You are a white whore for black cock now, and you will service only black cock," Jimmy said.

"That's crazy, this was just me fulfilling a fantasy."

"Bullshit bitch, you love everything we have done to you."

"Yes I have but only you two, not more."

"You will do as you are told, and you will do it without hesitation, because you know this is what you truly want."

"I can't do this."

"Yes you can, and you will. George and I now own your fat whore body, and you will service us and anyone we tell you to."

As upset as I was, I knew he was right. I wanted this, and I should stop fighting it.

"Is that understood?" he said as he continued to fuck my ass.

"Yes, understood."

"Good now pump that fat ass and cunt onto our cocks you dirty slut!"

It actually began to feel good being so full, and having both men pound into me at the same time. I know they only looked at me like a piece of fuck meat, and nothing more, and it didn't bother me one bit. I actually liked it. They continued to fill all my holes, taking turns on me, and all the while calling me names, and treating me like a whore, until the sun came up. When they were done with me they got up and began getting dressed, telling me to get cleaned up and get some rest, because they would be back later to use me some more.

I showered and got right into bed, and fell asleep. I awoke to the doorbell ringing, and got up to see who it was, glancing at the clock on the way. Wow it was already 5pm! I slept the whole day, I thought myself as I opened the door. There was Jimmy and George, and some guy that looked to be about 65 years old, and he was introduced as Jerome. Jimmy pushed passed me and they all walked into the living room. They better not think I'm going to fuck that old guy, there's now way.

George, and Jerome took a seat on the sofa, and Jimmy sat in the recliner. I offered them beers, and they all accepted, and the night had begun. Not knowing it then but they would all use me tonight. They would take turns any way they wanted, and I would service all their cocks with my mouth. I would soon find out this is what they had planned, and they knew I would do it.

"Get over here and suck my cock bitch!" Jimmy said.

"But your friend is right there."

"Don't make me ask you twice," Jimmy said with a tone I knew meant that he was serious. I don't know what made me do it, but I got down on my knees between Jimmy's legs, and began to open his pants. I took his semi-hard cock out, and immediately began licking up and down his huge cock. George and Jerome just sat there watching, and then pulled their cocks out so they could stroke them while they watched Jimmy use my mouth.

After about fifteen minutes of servicing Jimmy, he got up and dragged me by my hair over to George's now rock hard cock, and forced me to suck it. Another fifteen minutes, and my mouth was beginning to get tired, and then George grabbed me by my hair and pushed me onto Jerome's cock, which was only about six inches but very fat.

"That's it bitch, suck all our cocks whore."

I sucked on Jerome's cock as Jimmy and George got undressed, and I realized that Jerome was a nasty fuck, and loved to call me dirty filthy names. It was such a turn on I didn't matter that he was an old ugly man, I wanted him inside me, hell I wanted all of their cocks filling me up.

Jimmy suddenly grabbed me by my hair again, and ordered me into the bedroom. I went into the bedroom and sat down on the bed, and they all followed me in. They roughly grabbed me and held me down while they tied me to the bedpost. when they were down, they stepped back to admire their work. I laid there on my back spread eagle, completely exposed, and in their opinion, ready for their use.

Jerome was the first to climb up on the bed, and begin fondling me, and calling men names. It was then Jimmy made a comment that Jerome was seventy years old, and is a real pervert when it comes to fat women. He loves to degrade them, and make them feel worthless. He did exactly that as he rammed fingers into my cunt and ass, making me beg to be used by all of them. Jerome removed his old fingers from my wet hole, and began licking my pussy with his old tongue. In and out of the folds, of my soaking wet pussy, fucking my hole with his tongue. I was so turned on, I wanted more. I wanted Jimmy and George using me too, and just as I wished it in my head it came true. I was now taking turns sucking Jimmy and George's cocks, while old man Jerome sucked my cunt, and fingered me. I was bouncing wildly on the bed, as these men violated me.

Before I knew it, I had a cock in each of my holes. Jimmy's cock was of course in my ass, and George's cock was in my cunt, and Jerome's cock was in my mouth. I had every hole filled, and I knew then I was nothing more than a whore that needed to serve black cock. I wanted to be a whore for them, and I would really do anything. They pounded into all my holes, switching from time to time, so each one had a turn at each hole, until I passed out. When I awoke they were getting dressed, and Jimmy told me he would be back again with more cock for me to service, so always answer the doorbell if it rings. He didn't want my phone number, and I was just to wait every night thinking it may be the night he comes. He reminded me that he and George owned me, and the only cock that goes in my holes are the ones he allows. I nodded my head in agreement, and watched them leave.

I showered and lay in bed wondering what would happen next. Would he bring more men to use me, nastier men that don't want anything more than to use me? I drifted off to sleep with a smile on my face.



White Beards



If what happened to Bernard could be traced back to anyone, it probably would be his grandfather, Heinrich. He was just too good to Bernie. When Bernie's parents died in an automobile accident, Bernard's grandfather took him in and raised him without hesitation and without denying the boy anything he needed. Thus, from an early life, Bernie trusted elderly men with white beards and gravitated to them for comfort.

Klaus Keller, who owned a clock shop near the square in Bamberg down near where the Regnitz flowed by, had been a good friend of Grandfather Heinrich's—and was of much the same age. When Heinrich died, Klaus took the nineteen-year-old Bernie in as an apprentice in clock repair. And Bernie trusted Klaus and was comforted by his white beard.

Bernie was a fair and finely formed young man. And Klaus comforted him. In time Klaus took Bernie into his bed on cold nights in the cold drafty flat above the ancient clock shop near the square in Bamberg, where, eventually, Klaus came to comfort Bernie closely and deeply. And Bernie, who had no one else but Klaus to care for him, was grateful and comforted and felt needed when Klaus embraced him close and filled him with his love.

When Klaus died, Bernie was barely twenty-four. He had learned enough about clock repair in his apprenticeship that he managed, if only barely, to keep body and soul together in the shop that he inherited from Klaus. It was a very lonely profession, though—and not one where a young men would meet many more young people.

There was a hole in Bernie's life. Since he had been a child, there had always been a gray-bearded man to comfort and protect him. Bernie missed that—and, in particular, he missed the way in which Klaus had shown how much he valued the young orphan, Bernie.

Not long before he died, Klaus had bought Bernie a computer and had helped him learn how to use it. Bernie found the Internet. And in those dark months after Klaus died, Bernie spent his lonely evenings exploring the Internet.

He found an Internet site named devoted to senior men, where, when Bernie had paid a fee to discover what lay behind the intriguing "Whitebeard" name that made him feel so comforted and mellow, he found, to his delight, that there were stories of young men seeking connection with something called "daddies" and nice-looking white-bearded men saying they wanted to be daddies to young men.

Bernie was a young man who felt the loss of several men who had been good daddies to him. He looked at the stories of all of these white-bearded men who were looking to provide just what his grandfather—and later, in a more intimate fashion, his mentor, Klaus—had given to him—back when he felt protected and comforted and needed.

Bernie decided he would put his story on this Internet site too, and maybe he would find someone as comforting as his grandfather and Klaus once again. He looked at the stories—which they called profiles—of the young men who seemed to have the most notes from white-bearded men, and he used many of the same words in his profile so that he might find someone to talk to as well. He had no trouble describing his body—which was some of what was required in the profile—because he did indeed have a very nice body.

He didn't want to mislead anyone, though, so he did admit that, although very well proportioned, he was quite small for his age—almost boyish—and he felt it only right to acknowledge that his penis was really quite small. Klaus had said he shouldn't be ashamed of that, though, that it was one of the reasons that Klaus loved him all the more—that he looked almost exactly like a statue by a Renaissance sculptor.

When it came to what Bernie would write that would tell anyone else the void he was seeking to fill from the loss of his kind and attentive grandfather and mentor, Bernie was at a loss for words.

In the end he just said he was interested in someone who would love him and hold him close—and, having seen how well it worked for other young men in encouraging older men to contact them on the Internet site, at the last minute, Bernie added "group and 1-on-1," whatever those meant. Bernie figured out how to add to his profile a picture that Klaus had taken of him in the park one day when he was very happy and then he pressed the submit button and went off to open his clock repair shop for the day.

Johan and Hans were gray beards, and very nice looking ones, as well. They were not all that old—Johan was fifty-five and Hans was sixty—but they certainly would seem like the grandfather type to Bernie. And they were just the type Bernie would find comforting. They were both tall and well filled out, but not fat really. And they were prosperous looking—and both had benign smiles—in the photos they put on a shared profile on the Whitebeard.com Web site.

They posted a shared profile because they were very good friends indeed and they wanted any young man interested in exchanging messages with them to know they liked to share. They put it right their in their combined profile—they liked to share. Bernie thought that was very nice and unselfish of them. It was good to share, he thought.

Johan and Hans lived in Nürnberg, where Johan was a banker and Hans was a lawyer. They saw Bernie's profile on the senior men's Internet site, and they were excited, because he was just the sort of young man they were interested in and Bamberg was not all that far away from Nürnberg.

They messaged Bernie to his Internet site account.

And Bernie, when he came upstairs into the flat after a day of repairing clocks and talking to almost no one, was delighted to see that he had a message in his account on the very first day—and from not one, but two, men who were much like his grandfather and Klaus. For the first time since Klaus had died, Bernie felt that someone else might exist who could comfort him and make him feel special.

In no time, Johan and Hans had convinced Bernie that he deserved a day off from repairing clocks and could think of nothing better to do with that day off than to come to Nürnberg and have lunch with his new friends at a little café they told him they were sure he would enjoy.

"It's a very nice café," Bernie said after he met his new friends Johan and Hans in a downstairs room on Jacobsstrasse in Nürnberg. "But I'm not sure I see anything special about it. Except maybe that there are no women here. Just a few young men—mostly sitting with older men. But it's a very nice café. It has a comfortable feel to it."

"Come, let us find a nice booth and have a nice drink and become better acquainted," Johan said.

"Yes, let's," chimed in Hans.

And Johan slid into a booth and beckoned Bernie to slide in beside him, which Bernie did. But then Bernie was surprised that Hans slid in beside him—leaving the other bench free. The three of them were wedged together like sardines in a tin. And although Bernie found this strange, he also found it very comforting. And Johan and Hans seemed to find it very pleasant too. They had their arms around Bernie and were hugging him and saying very comforting things to him.

Bernie had not had anyone pay attention to him—focus on him—since Klaus had died. And he found himself opening up to these two very nice white-bearded gentlemen and talking of things he'd never talked to anyone before. This included the nature of his relationship with Klaus.

Johan and Hans were very interested to hear of this—and they were smiling and Bernie could almost feel them trembling in pleasure of how good Klaus had been to him.

"We can be very nice, too," Johan said in a low, hoarse voice. "I think we could be as nice and comforting to you as your good friend Klaus was."

"Yes, I quite agree," Hans agreed. "Would you like that, Bernard?" Hans squeezed Bernie close to him in assurance and affection.

Bernie didn't quite fully comprehend what his two new friends were proposing, as he was noticing for the first time that some of the young men were going through a door at the back of the café with some of the white-bearded men who had been sitting at the café tables with them.

"Yes, that would be nice," Bernie said absentmindedly. And then, "I wonder where those men are going? I wonder if there is another room back through that door."

"Yes, I think there are several rooms back behind that door, Bernard," Hans said almost in a whisper.

"Would you like to see the rooms back there, Bernard?" Johan added in that low, hoarse voice he had acquired while Bernie was talking of the comfort Klaus had given him.

"Yes, that would be nice," Bernie said—again absentmindedly—wanting to return all of the good feelings these two nice white-bearded men were bestowing on him with their hugs and friendly smiles.

Within minutes of finding a room of their own beyond the door at the rear of the café, Johan and Hans proved they were not that old at all. First, they managed to undress Bernie quickly even though his enthusiasm for their friendship was waning a bit in the process and, although he didn't fight them, he didn't exactly help them either.

And then they showed that they each had a very nice long, although not all that thick, cock that could still get quite hard.

And then, Johan embracing Bernie from the front and Hans embracing him from the rear, his legs lifted off the ground and straddling Johan's hips, the two white beards showed just how well they shared, as they both managed to get their cocks into Bernie's channel together and fucked him until he was exhausted in perfectly choreographed counterthrusts, all the while making love to each other over his shoulder with their lips.

To show him how comforting they could be, they each fucked him separately as well on the cot in the small room behind the Nürnberg café on Jacobsstrasse.

Although Bernie did enjoy the first close attention—and sexual arousal and release—he had gotten since Klaus died, he wasn't sure he wanted the comforting that was going on to be more between two others rather than toward him—when he left the Nürnberg café, Johan and Hans were fucking each other and didn't seem to notice him leaving at all.

Thus, when he got back to Bamberg, Bernie opened his profile on the senior men's Internet site and made a few adjustments. In his description of what he was seeking, he changed the "make love to him" part he said he was looking for to merely "seeking a daddy"—he'd seen how this had seemed to have gotten a good response for other young men on the Internet site, and he certainly would like to correspond with someone like his grandfather, Heinrich. And he struck out the "group" reference—as he seriously suspected that Johan and Hans had rather misinterpreted his interest on that one—but left the "1-on-1" because, if he had marked that out, there would not have been much of anything else in that space.

Almost immediately, he received a message from a very nice looking white-bearded man named Bigdaddy10inch who said he lived in Heidelberg and had some toys he thought Bernie might like to see. Perhaps, he said, Bernie could come to Heidelberg on his next vacation day—Bamberg wasn't that far away from Heidelberg. Bernie thought he just might do that. Grandfather had played with him with toys—and he'd found that very comforting.