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Having a Go

By: Ashson



Don was at a party the first time he met James' new bride, Candi. Candi was from out of town and most of James' courting had been done elsewhere. Didn't want to stand the competition from close at hand was Don's opinion. The few times he had brought her home and introduced her around Don had been elsewhere, so this party was his first chance to assess Candi.

James had come strutting in like the arrogant little prick that Don considered him to be, showing off his prize. Don was intrigued to notice that she barely looked at him when introduced, and as soon as James had finished showing her off Candi had headed over to join a group of wives and girlfriends.

Chatting with James later, Don observed that Candi seemed a very nice young woman.

"And she's mine," pointed out James.

"True," said Don thoughtfully, "but how do you intend to beat off the young wolves that will come sniffing around? You know what they're like. Some of them would chase anything in a skirt. Even a nun wouldn't be safe."

"Couldn't care less about them," scoffed James. "Candi is madly in love with me and hasn't got eyes for anyone else. She won't go straying. Besides, you're supposed to be reasonably smart, so don't tell me you didn't notice that she's shy around men. She'll stick to wives and girlfriends for company, and they'll prevent their men from poaching on my preserves."

James paused there and contemplated Don. 

"Except for you, perhaps. I've heard rumours about you and women. Not that I believe them, knowing you as I do, but I'll just warn Candi that you're dangerous. She'll be extra careful around you."

Amused, Don strolled away, idly contemplating Candi and wondering what if?

Later that evening Don happened to be standing inconspicuously against a wall when he heard James' voice drifting through the door.

"You'll have to be careful if you happen to run into Don anywhere. He's that tall blonde I introduced you to earlier. You'll find that he's not too good where women are concerned, and he might misinterpret things you say and do."

"True," mused Don. "I think I might happen to misinterpret what Candi says at the appropriate time. I'll have to see how this plays out."

- - -

A few days later Candi was pottering around in the front garden of her new home when someone spoke to her.

"Excuse me, but is James home?"

Candi glanced up, seeing a tall blond looking down at her. At the same time if dawned on her that she was braless and probably showing an impressive amount of cleavage. Blushing, she hastily pressed a hand against her t-shirt, cutting of the display. Before she could reply she noticed that her visitor was blushing and looking determinedly away from her attributes. She blinked. Men didn't often react that way to her cleavage. 

"Ah, no, he's not here right now. Can I help you?"

"Er, no, thank you anyway," came the reply. "Um, I'm Don. I think we met at the Jenson's party the other day."

Don? Why did that name ring a bell? Oh yes. Now Candi remembered.

"Ah, yes," she said nervously. "James mentioned you to me. Um, he said you were bad with women and I should watch out for you." 

Candi gave Don a tentative smile, hoping she hadn't offended him. It appeared that she had.

"I say, that's a bit harsh," said Don, blushing again. "I wouldn't say I'm bad with women, just a little, um, cautious. I never quite know what to say to them."

"I'm sorry," said Candi apologetically. "I didn't mean to offend you."

She blinked again as she realised that Don was blushing and looking away again.

"No, no," he muttered. "My fault. I guess I'm just a little touchy on the subject. I'd better be on my way."

Candi stared as Don walked away with what she considered undue haste. What had she said? He was almost running. Recalling the way Don had blushed and his comment on being cautious around women it dawned on Candi what the problem was. The poor man was shy around women. No wonder James had said he was bad with women. She'd got it completely wrong and embarrassed the poor man. And after James had warned her to be careful. She gave herself a mental kick.

The next time Candi met Don it was by accident. Literally. Somehow or other she found herself bumping into him in the mall, knocking some parcels out of his hand.

Apologising profusely, Candi helped him to pick them up. 

"Um, look," she said, feeling very brave all of a sudden. "We're right next to Starbucks. Can I buy you a cup of coffee? If you feel the way I do, you probably need one."

"Ah, no," said Don, sounding slightly flustered, a hint of a blush on his cheeks. "I wouldn't want to presume on out slight acquaintance."

"Nonsense," said Candi firmly, while wondering where this new sense of determination had come from. "We could both use a cup and it will give us a chance to get better acquainted." 

Bustling a reluctant Don into a seat, Candi ordered their coffee and sat down, determined to set Don at easy. To her surprise she found the techniques for doing so came easily to her. She'd had them used on her so often when beset by her own shyness that it just seemed natural letting the technique flow the other way. 

It seemed no time at all before Don was telling her about his background while she also recounted hers. Don, it turned out, had two older, somewhat domineering, sisters, who used to rule the roost. Being a number of years older than him they had established a psychological domination over him that left him a little wary where women were concerned.

Candi found she could identify with that to a certain extent, having had a similar experience with older brothers, but she still felt a little puzzled as to his shyness. She'd have thought he'd have outgrown that as he was obviously attractive to women. Even she could see he was a hunk and could probably cut quite a swathe through the female ranks if he just had a little more confidence in himself.

Making her departure later, Candi decided to try to get to know Don a little better. She was curious. Something just didn't add up.

The next Saturday Candi was again out in the garden when she noticed Don strolling down the street. She glanced down at her blouse and, with an evil little smile, she undid another button, feeling extremely daring. Her cleavage was going to embarrass Don, but she didn't care.

"Hi, Don," she called, as he came nearer. "Busy?"

"Um, hi, Candi," Don replied, delighting Candi by flushing slightly and determinedly not looking at her cleavage. "No, just taking a walk and enjoying the fresh air."

"Then why don't you stop for a moment and have some coffee," suggested Candi, swinging open the gate. "We can continue our little chat from the other day."

Chatting briskly, Candi escorted Don into the house, not giving him a chance to back out. Quickly and efficiently she brewed some coffee and sat at the table opposite him.

After a bit of idle chatter, Candi started digging for the information she wanted.

"Tell me, Don," she said, "who was your first girlfriend. I'm sure you must have had some."

True to form, Don blushed. 

"Yes. There was this girl, Naomi, when I was about thirteen. It didn't end very well."

"Why? What went wrong?" pressed Candi.

Don was really blushing now.

"You have to understand, we were both young and sort of exploring. She was actually older than me. At some stage I suggested the old I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

"What, she got upset?"

"No. She showed me hers, and I have to admit it excited me. I loved the way her curves seemed to flow together. I was the one who got upset. I proudly showed her mine and she started giggling. She said she'd never seen a smaller one. I was frightfully embarrassed. I never saw her again, but I could hear her giggling for weeks."

Candi bit her lip, trying not to laugh. So he had a small penis. They say it's how you use it, not the size. 

"Who was your next girlfriend?" she pressed.

"Well, I sort of avoided girls after that. I did meet a girl when I was eighteen who I thought might be the one and we went out for a while. This time when I went the show me yours and I'll show you mine route I had a lot more evil intentions in mind I assure you."

"Why am I getting the impression that this ended badly," asked Candi.

"Probably because it did," sighed Don. "I got her panties off and her curves were just as enticing and erotic as I remembered. I was confident I had nothing to be ashamed of as I'd grown significantly since I was thirteen.

The trouble came when I unzipped and whipped it out. She took one look, squealed in panic and grabbed for her panties. She had, she said, no intention of playing Fay Wray to my King Kong, thank you very much, and good luck finding a girl who would be willing to sit on it. I never saw her again after that day."

Don seemed to brood for a while, while Candi changed her mind. Maybe not such a small penis then. How big was King Kong, she wondered.

Don sighed. "After a couple of experiences like that is it really a wonder that I'm still... ah, that I'm a little nervous around women."

He was going to say he was still something, mused Candi. I wonder what? Her eyes suddenly widened. Still a virgin? He was going to say still a virgin, I just know it.

"You've never been with a woman?" she asked, a hint of incredulity in her voice.

"I didn't say that," protested Don. "I've known lots of women, lots of them."

Cando gave him a patented feminine look.

"It seems to me that we need to do something to improve your confidence where women are concerned. It's a bit of a catch 22, isn't it? You need to get laid to build your confidence, but you need the confidence to get laid in the first place. Would you mind if I set you up on a blind date with a couple of friends of mine? They'll be nice girls and I'll make sure I pick someone who'll get along with you."

"I don't need you to get me laid," protested Don, face flaming with embarrassment.

"I know that. Anything apart from the date will be strictly up to you. I'm just going to help you by introducing you to a couple of nice girls. It won't be a problem. I know some girls who'd love to go out with someone who looks as good as you."

"You're not going to let up until I agree, are you," complained Don.

"Nope," said Candi with a laugh. "There is just one teeny weeny detail that might be important."

"What is that?" asked Don, suspicion in his voice.

"Well you don't need a girl who's going to faint if she meets King Kong, so I should really be able to warn them of how big you might be."

Don stared at her, puzzled, but wary of the smirk on her face.

"Meaning?" he finally asked.

"Well, I'm not showing you mine, but it might help if you show me yours."

"You have got to be kidding. I take it out and James walks in while you're checking it out. No thanks."

"Oh, don't be such a wuss. I'm not going to hurt it. And James won't be back for ages. Come on, stand up."

Ruthlessly Candi hauled James up out of his chair. Ignoring his protests she unzipped him and her hand dived into his trousers, seeking the hidden treasure. Her hand closed upon him and she felt a little thrill run through her as she felt him swelling under her touch.

Candi liberated Don's erection, looking at it with a tinge of awe.

"Impressive," she murmured. "Most impressive. That girlfriend must have been an idiot. There won't be many women who are afraid of something this impressive."

Blushing and swearing softly, Don tidied himself up.

"I'd better be going," he muttered.

Candi nodded. "I'll let you know about anything I can set up for you," she promised as she saw him out.

Watching him leave, Candi giggled. She couldn't believe she'd done that. The poor man had looked so embarrassed, but it had been fun. And he did have nice equipment.

Off and on over the next few days Candi idly considered the problem of Don and how she might best help him. She also considered which of the girls she knew might be agreeable to a blind date with him. Finally she worked out a plan that should have the desired result.

Spotting Don in the mall later in the week, Candi stopped him for a minute.

"Hi, Don," she greeted him. "Look, will it be possible for you to come over to my place on Saturday afternoon? I've got something I want to run past you. Can't stop now, I've got to run."

With that Candi went on her way, confident that curiosity alone would draw Don to her place on Saturday.

As expected, Don turned up Saturday afternoon. Candi made some coffee and they sat and just talked in generalities for a while. Finally Candi came to the point of her little plan. Gritting her nerve, she started.

"About that catch 22 I mentioned last time you were here," she said, blushing slightly. "Seeing you need to get laid to get the confidence to go and get laid sort of thing, I've decided the simplest solution is to do it myself."

"Do it yourself?" said Don warily, flushing slightly. "You'd better be a bit more specific. That almost sounds as though you were saying you would sleep with me yourself to help me. That'd be silly. I've told you I've been with lots of woman."

Candi dismissed this claim with a wave of her hand.

"There's no need to be shy about it," she said. "I want to do this. James is away at a sales convention until Wednesday, so we won't be disturbed."

Don was looking everywhere but at Candi, apparently wildly uncertain about her solution.

"I'm not sure about this at all," he muttered. "You might regret it afterwards and then I'd lose you as a friend. You really ought to think about this again."

Candi sighed. He was going to be difficult. She'd thought he might. She also thought she knew what his weak spot would be from their earlier chats.

"I have thought it through," she said smiling, "and to show how serious I am...."

She tugged the bow at the side of the skirt she was wearing, letting it slither to the ground. From his sudden intake of breath, Candi could tell he was staring at her, suddenly seeing her naked from the waist down. 

She'd known how he liked intimate feminine curves and to prepare for this little revelation she'd carefully shaved and skipped wearing panties, so that when her skirt dropped, Don saw everything.

"That is so unfair," she heard Don mutter, at the same time feeling the gentle brush of fingers across her now revealed curves. Knowing she'd won, Candi took Don's arm and walked towards the bedroom.

"Just relax and let me handle things," she told him, reaching for his belt.

It didn't take long for Candi to take down Don's trousers and underwear, marvelling again as his erection sprang into view. Pushing him firmly back, she very quickly had Don supine upon the bed. Scrambling onto the bed Candi took up a position straddling him, his erection pressing against her slit and jutting up in front of her tummy.

She did not need any foreplay at this stage, she decided. There was already a pool of warmth starting to burn within her and she could feel her own natural lubricants flowing.

Don lay there, waiting and watching, as Candi lifted herself and eased his erection under her. He gasped slightly, the sound being matched by Candi, as she eased herself onto his erection, letting it start to slide into her.

Candi eased herself slowly down onto Don, while Don waited, sweating lightly. He was battling a tremendous desire to just grasp Candi by the hips and drive himself to the hilt inside her. 

Don held steady, breathing deeply, feeling Candi slowly enfold him, while Candi was gasping slightly as she lowered herself onto Don's cock. She could feel herself stretching to accommodate him, and she wriggled slightly as she lowered herself, enjoying the feel of Don inside her and relishing her apparent mastery of the situation.

Finally Candi sat hard, driving that last precious inch into her, and sat, looking down at Don. Don could see a triumphant little smile on her face, and he thought she looked mighty pleased with herself.

Candi seemed content for the moment to just sit there, enjoying the feel of Don inside her. When she eventually stirred, it wasn't to move on his cock. Rather she calmly stripped off her t-shirt and bra so that she was naked atop him.

Satisfied now, Candi leaned forward, lowering her breasts until they brushed lightly against Don's chest. At the same time the movement caused Don's cock to slowly drag partly out of her. Raising herself erect again forced the cock back inside her. There hadn't been much movement, but the friction had started and both of them could feel sensitive nerves sitting up and taking notice.

Next time she leant forward, Don's hands came up to capture and squeeze her breasts, treasuring them, but holding them firmly and massaging them.

Candi mourned the loss of contact as she straightened, this time leaning back, giving Don's cock even more room to slide back and forth. Candi continued this slow rocking for several minutes, relishing the slow drag of the cock inside and savouring Don's handling of her breasts every time they came within reach.

What she wanted, she decided, was more. A change of tactics was required. The next time she leant forward she kept going until she was lying on top of Don, while still firmly penetrated by his cock.

Don could see excitement plain on her face, and smiled to himself. He could guess what she was about to do now and he waited in happy anticipation.

Still lying on Don, Candi flexed her hips and lifted herself up Don's erection and descended again. A happy squeak came from her mouth and she repeated the exercise, enjoying the new sensations.

It didn't take long before Don could see Candi's bottom bobbing up and down with great enthusiasm as she rode his erection just as hard as she could. He was quite willing to help her in this little endeavour, thrusting forcefully up to meet her with each bounce. 

His hands squeezing Candi's breasts, Don tried to estimate how long until she would be ready to climax. A while yet, he decided, and relaxed, letting her work her womanly wiles upon him.

Candi bounced, enjoying her work, trying to stretch it out. She was conscious that men often came faster than women, but Don seemed to be holding up well. She bobbed harder, gasping with pleasure.

The little squeaks and squeals that Candi had been giving off were starting to come more frequently, Don noticed. It was time, he decided, to take a more positive role in things.

Candi gave a shriek as she felt herself being ruthlessly rolled over, then she was on her back, Don was leaning over her, and suddenly he was driving into her far harder and faster than she'd been able to manage.

She shrieked again as the slow build-up of pleasurable tension was suddenly accelerated, and all her nerve-endings started screaming at her. She was no longer aware of Don, or of herself. All she was aware of now was this cock inside her, pleasuring her, demanding her full attention. 

She found herself clutching at it, wanting to hold it, keep it for herself, and then her climax was sweeping her away while she frantically tightened her muscles around Don's cock, desperate to hold onto this one object in a world that was a sudden turmoil of pleasure.

Don lay on top of Candi, breathing heavily, still inside her. Candi was looking up at him, slightly dazed, saying nothing. Slowly they separated and Don lay next to her, one hand caressing a breast.

Seeing Candi finally blink and turn to look at him, Don smiled at her.

"I can't believe that happened," he said softly. "It was really quite incredible. I can't wait for a second lesson."

Candi blinked again. Second lesson? She hadn't planned on any encores. It was supposed to just be a once off. How to tell him that?

Looking at Don's hopeful face, Candi sighed to herself. OK. A second lesson it was.


Having a Go



"Will you be coming over tomorrow?" she asked.

"If you like," said Don, and Candi could hear that touch of shyness back in his voice and he gave a slight blush. His little boy insecurity with women was just so cute, she thought.

Strolling through the mall the next day, Candi ran into a couple of her new friends and joined them for coffee. While they were chatting, Helen suddenly interrupted.

"There's Don Marchson," she said. "Now there's a man who notorious with women."

Looking up, Candi started as she saw Don walk past the shop.

"Why do you say that?" she asked.

Fiona giggled. "Because he's evil," she said. "Would you believe that somehow or other he got me to seduce him. I thought it was all my idea."

Helen sniggered. "And did he talk you into his famous second lesson?" she asked. "He did me."

"Mmm," said Fiona. "And I certainly learnt something when we had it."

"Me too," said Helen, still giggling. "Damned if I can figure out why I felt he needed me to help him learn about women. Just looking at him should have warned me."

"Worth it though," murmured Fiona.

Candi stared after Don, feeling slightly shell-shocked. He'd said he'd been with lots of women, but she just hadn't believed him. She felt like a fool.

She would, she decided, give him a proper earful when he came around.

But not, a little voice advised, until after the second lesson. One never knew what one might learn.



Having a Laugh



It started out with the two of us having a laugh. I showed Reece some photos on my phone of our mates doing stupid shit with their cocks out and he said we should go one better and pretend like we were doing gay stuff.

So that's how it started and it seemed really funny at the time. Grabbing each other's wangers in the first few shots and then making it look like we were sucking each other off. After we'd creased up laughing at all those, he said I should stand behind him and act like I was knobbing his arse.

That turned out to be priceless.

He had the back of his trousers and keks pulled down and was bending forwards with my rod pushed into his butt-cheeks.

If you'd seen it, I swear you'd have pissed yourself laughing.

"Trouble is though, Jordan, your dick's too limp," Reece had said. "You need to get it bigger to make it look more real."

So I'd had to wazz off a bit before we'd taken the next photo to get my knob a bit harder and it had seemed kind of weird to be rubbing my prick in front of a mate. But Reece had just made some joke like, "I knew you was a wanker," or something, and I'd pretended I thought it was funny while I was stood there feeling like a total retard, my fist slapping up and down on my pecker and my bollocks jiggling around.

When I had a semi that was big enough, he turned around and bent forwards a bit.

"Shove it between my cheeks this time. It's gotta be believable."

I pulled the skin of my cock right back so I could slide the red part into his butt-crack and I was surprised at how nice it felt once it was in there.

I know that sounds gay, but it did.

I mean, his arse crack was hairy which felt kind of nasty at first, but his cheeks were warm and sort of gripped my helmet, so my dick grew a bit bigger just from where I was pushing it.

"Lower down, you dumb-head!" he called out.

"What d'ya mean, lower down?"

"You've got to push it in lower down, Jordan. Where my hole is."

"I'm not pushing it down there, you div."

I'd noticed he had a few skid-marks on his undies. I didn't want my knob-end anywhere near those had come from.

"Come on, it isn't gonna look like your bodging me if your todger isn't in the right place."

I moved it a bit lower, hoping not to go too close to his pooper, and again I was surprised at how good it felt. Now it wasn't just warm and tight, it was a bit slippery too. I felt my cock getting harder at the feel of where it was and he laughed and pushed back against me: "Yeah, that's it, push it right in!"

I snapped a few photos of us stood like that, the two of us grinning like total planks with my prick pushed into his arse-crack. We fell about when we saw them - Jeez, it looked like we were a right pair of bum-boys - but then Reece said we shouldn't be smiling in the photos, but should look like we were gasping and about to cum.

"And you need to push your cock into me further," he went on. "You can see your bell-end in that shot - it's obvious you're nowhere near actually bumming me."

"It's only supposed to be joke, Reece."

"Yeah, but to be funny it's gotta be convincing," he insisted. "It can't be obvious we're just messing about."

He squatted further forwards and shoved his arse back towards me.

"Go on, push it further in, Jordan. So you can't see your jeb-end."

"I'm not gonna shove my dick inside your butt-hole, Reece," I said. "It'll be fucking well shitty!"

"Come on, mate, it's not like I'm asking you to get proper gay with me," he chuckled, "Just another half inch should do it!"

I did as he wanted me to but by now my rod was getting pretty stiff and when he pushed back against me I could swear the end of it slid inside his hole. It felt hot and really wet and I could feel his brown ring squeezing around my red-end.

I could smell it too: smell his slimy arse as it opened up to take my cock. Not a shitty smell, well not really; just kind of raunchy like a pair of boxers get when you've worn them for a few days and the back of them's gone a bit skanky.

I took a few more photos and we pretended like we were in sexual ecstasy or some shit. Making faces like the two of us were horny for each other, both of us well into it and ready to spunk off at any second. And all the time he kept pushing back against me, so that the hot wetness around my bell-end was slowly working down more and more of my shaft.

At one point I said, "You do know I'm bodging you for real, Reece, don't you?"

But he got really pissed off and shouted, "Fuck off, Jordan! Like hell you are! I mean, fucking hell, are either of us queer or something?"

"Of course we're not!" I tried to laugh.

"Well, we can't be proper bodging then, can we? Only queer fellas do that kind of stuff for real. Jesus, I thought everyone knew that!"

I wasn't sure I followed his logic but if he was okay about having my beef-pole up his butt, it felt nice enough from my side that I wasn't going to complain.

When I looked at the next set of photos I couldn't stop laughing: we really did look like biggest pair of butt-munchers you could imagine. But then I noticed Reece had a great big fuck-off hard-on and that while he was pushing back against me, making that dumb-ass face of his, his knob was standing upwards with its skin pulled right back.

"You've stalked right up, you fucktard!" I told him. "Jeez, mate, look at the size of your prick - you look as if you're built like a fucking donkey!"

Reece grabbed the phone off me and looked at the photo. He chuckled at how turned-on his great big donger looked and said, "Well it's only convincing if I'm running a boner!"

"It's deliberate, you mean?" I asked, still standing there behind him with my own smaller stiffy slowly being nibbled by his hot, wet hole.

"There's no point me doing all this 'ooh-aah, I'm cumming' stuff if my cock's just dangling there looking about two inches long."

I laughed, "Oh yeah." It was pretty obvious really.

We took a few more photos of the two of us acting like we were gaying it right up, him pushing his arse out and me grabbing him by the shoulders. By now the top half of my dick was plugged deep inside his hole and I knew full well when we kept laughing about how we were 'pretending' I was butt-fucking him, it was pretty much bullshit; what we were doing was the genuine article.

Our mates would find the photos hilarious, that much was given, but for me the funniest part of it would be that, while they were giggling away at how stupid we looked pretending like we were bumming, they'd actually be looking at me with my knob up Reece's arse for real.

But he didn't seem that bothered that he had a good few inches of my wanger inside him. As long as neither of us were gay, a bit of bum fun was okay for him; as long as it was just the two of us having a laugh, it didn't really count.

I pulled out of him in a hurry when we heard his mam come home from work and we quickly yanked our pants and trousers back up, giggling like we were a couple of naughty kids. I told Reece I'd sort the photos out before the weekend and he laughed that one of our mates Callum, who everyone says sucked a fella off behind a bus shelter, would probably get a full-on boner when he saw them.

That same night when I was lying there wanking off in bed, I wondered what the skanky smell was that was growing really strong. I put my face under my sheets and instead of smelling my usual cheesy cock smell, the whole of my bed stunk like Reece's arse. It was under my foreskin as I was jerking it back and forth, my big purple helmet stinking like I still had it up him.

The crazy part was, though, instead of being grossed out, the smell made my cock swell massive in my hand. I was like, "Fucking hell! This is well hot!" and I started whacking my fist fast and hard like I do when I haven't tossed off for a few days.

It was as if I was shagging my mate's arse while I jacked myself off: his smell was so strong I could really imagine that I was fucking his butthole right there and then. I loved the dirty stink of it wafting from my bell-end: this was proper raunchy sex; what it would be like for the two of us lads to be rutting together with my cock up his shitter; gasping and panting, sweaty and hot.

I shot the biggest wad I'd blown for ages. I even hit my face and got some of it on my lips. It was like I was sixteen again I was that horny.

The next night after that when I wanked off wasn't half as good even though I hadn't washed my dick, so I came up with an idea of how I could get the smell of his arse on my helmet again.

I said, "Those photos didn't turn out that good in the end. It was way too obvious we were just messing about."

I'd thought Reece would say I should Photoshop them; I'm always cutting pictures together, making stupid mash-ups to go on Twitter. 

But he didn't. He went in straight for the bait. 

"Do you want to do it again?" he asked.

"I suppose we could," I answered, surprised at how keen he sounded and trying to make it seem like I hadn't really thought it through. "Only... you know... if we do, we shouldn't pull all those stupid faces. We should just pretend like I'm porking you, all serious and full-on."

"I could do you this time," he offered. "I could wedge my dick between your butt-cheeks."

"I didn't mean swapping places," I said in a hurry. "I just meant like we did last time, only with less titsing about."

"Go on, Jordan, it'll be way funnier to do it both ways," he insisted. "We'll do it your way first, and then you have a try of bending over. It's only fair, mate."

I wasn't too sure but I really wanted to smell his butt stink that night when I jerked off so I said okay.

"Your go first, then," he'd grinned and turned around to pull down the back of his trousers and pants and show me his bare arse.

This time there was no need for me to wazz off in front of him to make myself hard. This time just the sight of his butt-cheeks, and the thought of that horny-as-fuck smell that I knew was between them, had my todger throbbing even before I'd unzipped myself.

"You're well up for this, Jordan," Reece laughed when he saw my donger at full mast.

"I just want it to be more convincing this time, mate."

He chuckled, "Yeah, me too!" and flashed me his own prick which was also rock hard and looked even bigger than I remembered.

He bent over for me and opened his legs as wide as he could with his trousers around his knees. He was wearing different coloured pants but they had skid marks on them the same as last time. That made me smile: this would be nice and smelly; just what I was after.

I shuffled up behind him and nuzzled my dick between his cheeks. He didn't have to tell me where to put it: I found his bullseye with one quick lunge.

"Oh fuck!" he called out and grabbed his own wood, tugging it a few times while I eased myself into that hot, slimy hole of his.

"D'you actually like this?" I asked, not really believing that a guy could enjoy having his arse bodged.

He turned to me with a look of annoyance. "Of course I fucking don't! It's not like I'm gay, you dipshit! I just need to keep my dick hard - make it look more real for when we start taking photos."

"Oh right," I said back.

Jeez, I could be such a nonce sometimes. As if he'd enjoy having my prick shoved up him.

As I reached for my phone and held it out to the side of us, his hand kept working hard to keep his boner and I felt his arse open up a bit further. My own knob slid a few more inches into him, kind of like fucking a girl but with his tunnel much hotter and the sides more sticky.

He didn't seem to notice that I'd just worked half my dick into his butt and I felt his ring squeeze tight behind it, holding my shaft firm.

"I can feel your balls against the tops of my thighs," he said, in a totally matter-of-fact way. Like it was the most ordinary thing for one guy to say to another.

I took a couple of photos and then checked them out. They looked totally hilarious: him wazzing that massive donger of his, with my cock stuffed halfway up his arse and my knackers pressing into the backs of his legs. This time we looked like we were proper into it: our faces made it seem like we were doing it for real.

I had good laugh and then showed them to him.

He laughed too: "Oh fuck, Jordan! You can see your prick up my fucking poop chute! We look like a right pair of nancies!"

I grabbed the phone back and looked at the shots again. I didn't think we looked like nancies at all: we didn't look girlie or camp or any shit like that. We looked like a couple of horny-as-fuck lads seeing what bumming felt like which was, if we were being honest about it, pretty much what we were.

I switched the phone back to camera and he turned to look over his shoulder at me.

He said, with a smirk, "Shove your knob right in so can get a shot of your pubes against my arse-cheeks!"

I couldn't help but grin back down at him as I pushed my cock further into his hole. He gasped and worked his arse against me, his hairy butt-cheeks swallowing the rest of my cock right up to the hilt.

I took a couple of photos of us joined together like that and then chuckled as I looked at them.

I said, "I dunno if we can show the guys this."

He grabbed the phone off me and laughed at us stood there, my full seven inches plugged right up his butt and my fat, hairy bollocks pressing into the backs of his thighs.

"Why the fuck not? This is fucking legend, mate!"

"It's one thing pretending we're bumming, Reece. But this is like proper gay stuff!"

He turned to me looking arsed off. "Aw, don't start all that bullshit again, Jordan!"

"How's it not gay for me to have my cock shoved all the way up your arse?"

"Stop with the fucking gay shit! Lads mess around like this all the time. It's called having a laugh... banter..."

"You reckon?"

"I know it, mate! I mean, how can it be gay for us do stuff like this if we're not gay ourselves? How would that work then?"

"So it's only gay sex when it's gay guys doing it?" I asked him.

"That's the whole fucking point, you dick-splash!" he laughed. "That's why everyone'll think it's so funny!"

After I'd taken a couple of photos underneath us, of our two pairs of bollocks with only one massive knob - his - out in front, he suggested I should video the two of us. That would have our mates laughing themselves shitless, he said, seeing a clip of the two of us going at it like a couple of boned-up butt-pirates.

I fiddled with my phone while he kept jerking himself off, aware that his arse was squeezing at my shaft in time with his hand. Once I'd got the thing working, I propped it up against an old pizza box that he had lying around, the little red light flashing as it filmed what we were up to.

"How d'ya wanna do this, then?" I asked him, grabbing him by the shoulders.

"Just move against me like you're fucking a girl," he said, "and we'll both make on like we're really loving it!"

I laughed. "Okay. But not too full-on," I reminded him. "Not like last time."

I pulled my dick out a bit, like you do when you're starting to fuck, and the smell from his arse hit me full on.

"Oh Jesus," I muttered to him, working up a slow rhythm. "It fucking stinks doing this!"

"My bum?" he asked, sounding a bit freaked out.

"Yeah," I grunted, still moving in and out and looking down at my rod. "And what's on my knob."

"Sorry, mate," he laughed and then added kind of sheepishly, "maybe I didn't wipe that well."

"You don't have to be sorry," I told him, steadily increasing my pace. "It's fucking well class! Makes it... you know... different from shagging a girl!"

He sniffed the air a few times, his hand getting faster on his cock. "Cor, I see what you mean, Jordan! It stinks proper horny!"

"This must be what it smells like when gay fellas go at it!"

He laughed and really started yanking at his meat. "Aw yeah! It's like well nasty! It's made my dick as hard as fuck!"

He turned back to look up at me and we smirked at each other.

He whispered, still bashing away at his knob, "We're just acting up for the camera, yeah?"

I laughed back at him. "Course we are, mate! Gotta give the lads a good show!"

Reece chuckled, "Yeah, this is gonna be an absolute fucking belter!"

I grabbed him by the hips and fucked him properly. Just like I would screw a girl if I was doing her from behind. Hard and fast; taking long, smooth strokes.

Except there was no way I could tell myself this was anything like shagging a girl. The smell from Reece's arse was always there to remind me of what we were doing and yet at the same time it was making my dick swell so hard it starting to ache. And the sight of his forearm beating away at his cock - knowing that another straight lad could get turned-on from having my knob up his butt made me feel like, 'how fucking sexy must I be?!'

I don't know if that makes sense.

Anyway, next thing Reece was calling out, "Oh God! Yeah! Come on, Jordan! Fuck me hard!"

And by now I couldn't tell if he was just acting up for the camera or whether he really was loving having it up him.

I upped my rhythm: really going for it on his butt; hammering my cock in and out of him so fast that my hips were slapping loudly against his cheeks.

This was so much better than it had been in my bed; wanking off and imagining it was Reece's arsehole sliding up and down my knob. I mean, that had been good but this was totally top shelf.

I'd had no idea that shagging another lad up his dirt-packer would be anything like this. I remember thinking this must be why blokes in prison get a taste for it and want to keep on doing it with other fellas, even when they're back out and have their wives there for them. It was as hot as fuck and I was going to make sure that there was no way it was going to be just a one-off for me too.

But then you know what? Reece went and pulled away from me so that my cock slid out of him with a wet, sloppy fart.

Before I could have a go at him, he turned with that massive hard-on of his pointing up at me and said, "Come on, Jordan, turn round! I want to do you... like we agreed..."

"Do me?" I asked, looking down at how nasty my dick looked from being up his butt.

"Yeah, now it's my turn to pretend to bum you," he said. "I might even pretend to spunk off in your arse."

"Okay," I nodded, not feeling too keen on it but well aware that I'd agreed. "But I get to pretend to spunk off in yours straight after."

He said that I could and we quickly changed positions. Now I had to show him my bare backside and I was thankful that the back of my keks was in a better state than his.

Almost before I'd pulled my trousers down, he had his cock jabbing between my butt-cheeks. His dick was loads wetter than mine: his pisser was dribbling precum like a dodgy tap. The fat head felt slimy as he pushed it into my crack and he laughed at hairy I was back there just like I'd noticed about him.

I bent further over for him, reaching back to open my butt-cheeks for him. I felt like a total bum-boy doing that with another lad but as he'd said, I'd agreed he could have a turn.

"Not too rough, mate," I warned him when I felt his knob-end hot against my hole.

"Just relax, Jordan, and remember to make a show for the camera like I did."

I glanced over at the flashing red light on it, wondering how I'd look doing this. How would the guys in the pub react when they saw me bending over for Reece, shoving my sweaty, hairy arse-crack against another guy's dick? Would they laugh, like Reece said they would, or would they say we'd taken the joke too far and done stuff with each other that was way out of line?

Reece grabbed me by the hips and told me he was going to start working his cock into me.

"Call out stuff and wank your dick off like you're loving it," he said. "Just like I did."




Having a Laugh



"I'm not even slightly hard, mate," I told him. "My knob's died and gone to heaven."

It had gone soft as soon pretty much as I'd pulled the back of my pants down. Offering my fudge tunnel to another lad's shiny bell-end isn't something I find that sexy, funnily enough.

He didn't seem to care. "Well, just think nice thoughts and pretend you're enjoying it. Try to make it look as convincing as you can. It'll be funnier that way."

He pushed his knob against my hole and even though it was so big, its slipperiness made it slide in a bit. Like he'd done with me, I tried to relax my bum enough to take it and every time it thrust between my butt-cheeks, it squeezed a bit further up my chute.

It felt enormous inside me and I had to pretend like I was taking a dump to make my arse open wide enough to take the thing up me.

"Aah, that feels well tight... even better than a minge," he muttered as it went in another half inch. And again I wasn't sure if he was just acting for the camera or if he meant it.

He started fucking me slowly like he probably did with girls, his cock slowly working further into my bumhole every time he bucked his hips towards me.

"I see what you mean about the smell, Jordan," he said. "It really fucking stinks once you get started."

I sniffed the air and could smell it myself: the whiff of my own arse, quite different from his. His was a bit like dirty, sweaty underwear; mine was much meatier, more crude and pungent.

It would never have occurred to me that him shoving it up me would smell different from me doing it to him, but now that it had I found I quite liked it. I could feel my cock growing between my legs as I sniffed more and more that distinctive odour of my own butt being fucked.

He grabbed me by the shoulders and started pumping his knob faster. I could tell that, just as I had, he liked the stink of another lad's arse being buggered.

"Jesus Christ, that smell!" he gasped, inhaling it deeply. "It's so fucking hot!"

He made a really strong lunge and got the whole shaft of his fat cock all the way up inside me. His hairy nuts were tickling my arse-cheeks, slapping against them every time he thrust back and forth.

"And this is with us just pretending, Jordan! Imagine how rough it would stink if we were doing it for real!"

I smiled towards his carpet, feeling my own dick growing steadily harder. Did he really think it would be that different if we were doing it as two gay guys?

He grabbed me by the hips again and started butt-fucking me fast and hard, standing behind me whacking his hips against mine.

"I need to wank off, mate," I told him urgently. Being bent over like I was, I couldn't do it like I wanted to.

"Yeah, say more stuff like that, Jordan!" he whispered. "Act it up for the camera!"

"I'm not acting up!" I grunted. "My cock's gone proper hard again!"

I don't know why, but being bent over like that and feeling another fella's massive schlong ramming in and out of my bum had really got me really horny. My cock was feeling full-on boned, straining and pulsating with the veins sticking up in knots the way that girls say creeps them out.

Reece pulled me up so that my back was against his chest and reached down and started beating at my shaft while his own rammed in and out of me.

I grunted my thanks: Jeez, having him wank me off felt so fucking good!

I could suddenly smell Reece's own distinct butt stink really strongly again; it took me a few seconds to work out why. It was on my dick as he was jerking my foreskin up and down; smeared over my cock head and streaked down the shaft.

His whole room must stink of our arses: his on my cock as he tossed me off; mine being ploughed roughly by his.

He turned to the camera and said, half-laughing half-panting, "Come on, Jordan, let's really put on a fucking show! Make the guys think we're a couple of honest-to-god bum-drillers!"

We both turned to face it, grinning at the flashing red light. I pushed my arse backwards, so that they'd see Reece's cock pumping away between my cheeks, and then thrust my hips forwards so that they'd see my big veiny cock being wanked off and the mess on Reece's hand would tell them where it had been.

I laughed at the sight we'd make and how hot it would be to have all these other blokes gathered round watching me getting shagged up my brown ring. The funniest part was that I really liked it. Who'd have thought I'd enjoy having another fella up me?!

But then my laughter died away as my bollocks gave their five second warning.

"I'm gonna fucking cum, Reece! Jeez, I'm gonna shoot!"

He kept pounding my cock, chuckling and grunting, as I found myself whimpering through one of the strongest nut-offs I've ever felt. I'd heard guys say it's good to spunk up with something stuffed up your shitbox, but I'd never tried it and had no idea it would feel so good.

He kept banging away at my arse with my cum squirting over my chest and his hand. And then I felt a burning hot feeling inside my guts and I kind of dimly figured he was also blowing his wad.

After he'd pulled out of me with a fart even sloppier than his and we were standing with our stinking, slimy cocks starting to droop down, he grabbed the camera and we looked at the video.

He laughed at the part where he was working his dick up my butt and said, "They're gonna totally think this is the real deal, Jordan! We're gonna have them over a barrel - hook, line and sinker!"

"And you're absolutely sure they're not gonna think it is the real deal, mate?" I asked.

He looked at me like I'd insulted him.

I went on, "I mean, won't they say we were actually butt-fucking each other? Isn't that what we were doing?"

"Fuck me, Jordan! Of course they fucking won't! Don't go saying shit like that!"

"But our dicks were up each other's arses, mate. We both spunked off."

"Oh, come on, you knob-head. I keep telling you, it doesn't mean diddly fuck 'cause we're not gay!"

"Is that how it works then?"

"Of course it does! This was a just a joke. The guys'll be rolling on the floor when they see the two of us doing this shit. I can guarantee it."

I wondered if that was true; whether our friends really would see it like Reece did. Maybe they would. Maybe I was the only one who was making more of this than I should.

Still, the thought of showing them the video suddenly seemed like a stupid thing to do. Reece might think it was only the two of us having a laugh, but I could see the rest of our mates thinking we'd taken the joke way too far. I didn't think they'd find it funny; I thought they'd be like, "What the fuck?!"

I grabbed the phone off him and was about to delete the video when he said, "Tell you what, Jordan. Get it on your PC and cut it down to like five or ten seconds or something. And make it darker so they can't see that much detail. Just a few seconds of grainy footage - enough to get them interested and wanting to figure out what we was up to. You can do that can't you?"

I smiled. That wasn't a bad idea. I knew enough about Movie Maker to take out all the dodgy stuff and strip the audio off it altogether. Leave just enough to get them guessing. Have them pausing it and trying to figure out what the fuck we'd really been up to.

Except that when Reece showed the lads the video in the pub that weekend, I realised that what had looked dim and blurred on my monitor at home looked like it had been floodlit from all sides when it was playing his phone.

Must have been the fucking codec or some such shit. Never could understand that kind of stuff.

Our mates gathered round, stunned at what they were seeing.

Oh Jeez, even from where I was sitting I could see Reece's fat cock slamming in and of my arse.

When the clip finished playing, our mate Dan spoke up first. His face looked shocked and he looked straight at me.

"Fucking hell, Jordan. I had no idea..."

"Look, I... er... we were just... you know... messing around..."

Dan ignored me. "I mean, I knew you were good at editing movies and shit, but fuck me - this is the nuts. It's like totally convincing."

Reece grinned. "Yeah - even had me fooled."

Tomo said, "How d'ya do it, then? Stick you guys' heads on a gay porno or something?"

Flanners laughed over from the next table. "Oh yeah, I saw someone do that with 'Silence of the Lambs' during the World Cup. Stuck Louis Suarez' head on Hannibal Lecter's body!"

The other guys watched the film again, pointing out the bits where they thought our heads didn't quite match up with the bodies and Tomo laughed that there was no way Reece's cock was as big as the guy in the movie.

While they were pausing it over and over, trying to spot a glitch, Callum - who's usually the quiet one of our group - leaned over to me and said, "That's some pretty impressive editing, Jordan. What did you use, Photoshop?"

I agreed without thinking but then wished I hadn't. Something about the way he stared at me told me he knew you couldn't use Photoshop on videos.

Later on, as the phone was being passed about and the video shared between guys we didn't even know, Callum muttered to me and Reece: "You guys really need to make another movie like that, but next time you should take it a step further. Do some stuff that's even more hardcore and really get everyone talking."

"How do you get more hardcore than pretending like he was bodging my arse?" I chuckled.

"Maybe do a gay threesome," he smirked. "I could help you guys out, if you want to give it a go."

Reece nodded wide-eyed and you could tell he was well up for it.

Callum went on, more quietly, "We could film us pretending like we were shagging, three fellas in a row. Or you two could be going at it, the same cock and bum stuff, and I could be out front pretending to suck the front one off. Or even behind licking the back one's arse. You reckon you could edit all that into a movie? Using... what was it again? Photoshop...?"

I smiled at him, admiring his style. "I reckon I could, yeah."

He grinned more broadly at us both. "Should we do it tomorrow, maybe? Just, you know, the three of us having a laugh...?"

Reece and I nodded back at him like kids being offered sweets.

"Fuck yeah!" we said together.



Having a Party



Stephanie was dripping wet as she stepped out of the shower. She made sure after she finished her jog that she got cleaned up so she could be ready to go to the party with her friend Linda tonight. With Stephanie's boyfriend out of town for the weekend with his family, her friend Linda offered to take Stephanie to her friend George's house tonight for a huge party. At only 25 years old, Stephanie was not looking forward to staying home on a Saturday night alone.

Stephanie began drying off her well proportioned figure with a towel. Stephanie had 34 C sized breasts with long thin shapely legs. She stood 5'7" tall with long brunette hair that reached slightly beyond her shoulders. Because she exercised quite frequently, her butt and stomach were in model-like shape. She weighed only about 120 lbs soaking wet which thanks to the towel, she now no longer was.

Stephanie's face was probably her best feature as most guys found her looks stunning. Furthermore, not only was she good-looking, but she knew how to carry herself also. She was a flirt and a tease and she knew it.

Stephanie walked over to the bed and lay down. The shower actually aroused her so she began to slowly caress her breasts and pinch her nipples. She then moved her finger down to her vagina and began gently masturbating her clit. She hadn't orgasmed at all in over three weeks. 

Sadly, Gary had been busy with work for two straight weeks and only dropped by yesterday for a little while. They had been dating for over two years and she has been loyal to him the entire time. Unfortunately for her, it was very hard for him to satisfy her. Her sex life with Gary was a major disappointment. His penis even fully erect was a little less than four inches. To top it off, he always ejaculates quickly and most times she misses a turn to come. Yesterday morning they made love for a few minutes and Gary came right on time as usual. After resting a little while, he just got up and left to go to work. Consequently, Stephanie had been feeling very horny and other than her own hand, had no outlet. 

She started moving her hips back and forth in motion with her finger and began moaning. Her nipples were very hard and erect. Her vagina filled quickly with lubrication as she enjoyed the sensations that her hand was providing to her. It didn't take but a moment for her to find a good spot for her finger to rub up against to make her feel really good. She suddenly sat up startled when the doorbell rang. Her face was flush red with excitement. She was very frustrated that she didn't have time to achieve an orgasm, she quickly grabbed a robe and answered the door.

Linda was at the door. Linda was one of Stephanie's very close friends. They had known each other since freshman year in high school. Linda was a 5'5" very attractive girl with large 34 D sized breasts and long blonde hair. She weighed 110 lbs and also was in great shape.

"Hi Steph, aren't you ready yet?" 

"Oh no, is it that late already?" Stephanie responded.

"Yes, let's get going. I want to get there before all of the good looking guys hook up." Linda said with a wry smile on her face.

"Is that all that you ever think about Linda, guys?"

"Hey, you used to do your fair share of messing around before you and Gary met, so don't try to con me."

"Okay, okay, just let me get dressed." Stephanie quickly ran into her bedroom and put on her best tight fitting jeans and a small button down blouse showing off her nice breasts. Just to be a little more of a tease, she decided to wear a very sexy bra. She knew that with the bra she put on, her boobs would still bounce up and down slightly when she walked.

She blow dried her hair in record time and then met Linda in the Living room.

"You know Steph, there are going to be a lot of yummy hot guys there tonight. What Gary doesn't know won't hurt him." 

"No, I'm not going to do that to him. But I don't mind letting the other guys get an eyeful of what their missing. Let them all be jealous of Gary."

"Okay with me. You work them up and I'll finish them off." Linda said with a laugh. 

Twenty minutes later they both arrived at the party. George was a guy that Linda met two months ago and the two of them had been flirting by telephone quite frequently. He was having a party in the back yard of his parent's huge house by the lake. It was an 18 bedroom house with so many rooms that people could get lost in the house. The swimming pool was so big, it could pass as a town pool. All of the people were in the back the alcohol. A bar area with bartender was set up specifically for the party. The music was blasting and people were already in mid party form. 

Linda and Stephanie stayed together for almost an hour drinking beers and doing an occasional shot. They both worked the room a bit and mingled with the other girls and flirted with the guys. Later on, Stephanie noticed that three of Gary's occasional drinking buddies, Adam, Steve and Bobby were at the party. She decided to go over and say hi and be nice to them. 

"Hey Steph, where's Gary?" Bobby asked her.

"Oh, he had to go home to visit his family for the weekend. I'm flying solo tonight."

"I just heard a rumor that the two of you broke up?" Adam said.

"What? That's not true. Where did you hear that?" 

"Well, actually, I just started it five minutes ago." Adam said as everyone laughed. "Gary is way too lucky to have a girl like you. Hey, any time that you are looking to upgrade, you come to us and you can have your choice out of the three of us."

"Well, maybe someday I just might do that." She responded as she put her hand on the top of Adam's shoulder and ran her finger seductively down his arm. She walked away and all three guys were checking out her ass as she went back to find Linda.

Stephanie thoroughly enjoyed flirting with the other men. She bumped into them every so often with Gary and was attracted to all three. Each of them were good looking guys. Bobby was about 6'1" with brown short hair, rugged looks and very well fit. Steve was 5'11" with arms and an upper torso that were jacked. He worked out quite frequently at the gym and it showed. He had a very pleasant looking face and longer hair down to his collar. 

Adam though was the best looking of the three. As good looking as Bobby and Steve were, Adam had that special look that girls drool over. Just a little over 6'1", he was not overly muscular but in great shape. He had six pack abs and a great looking face. His butt though was something she had always admired. It was a perfect butt. But alas, she met him after she started dating Gary so she always just assumed that it was never meant to be. 

As the party went on over the next hour and a half, Stephanie noticed that Adam was always glancing her way during the evening. Later on Adam, Bobby and Steve all came over to talk with her. They all kept joking and drinking beer and frequently mixing in shots for the next forty-five minutes. Stephanie felt herself getting very woozy on her feet and she decided that she better slow down with the drinks. Steve made sure to bring her over another beer though and she couldn't say no, so she drank that down too.

A slow song began to play and Adam grabbed Stephanie and brought her out to dance. Many people were dancing so she didn't object. She had to hold to him to prevent herself from falling over because of all the alcohol she had so quickly consumed. He was pressing his body very close to her. She couldn't help herself getting very excited by brushing her breasts up against his chest. She could feel her nipples getting hard underneath her blouse. It was obvious from the large bulge in his pants that was pressing so hard against her that he was very excited also. She was aware that she should probably go find Linda and get herself out of this situation, but she decided to throw caution to the wind. She was having too good a time and she really liked being held by Adam. Besides as much as they were rubbing up against each other, it was just innocent fun. She certainly wasn't being unfaithful to Gary even though he wouldn't be pleased seeing her dance this close with another guy.

After the song ended, he brought her over to the side of the house. The next song was very loud and Stephanie couldn't hear Adam very well. He suggested that they go find someplace a little quieter inside the house. Everyone was supposed to just stay in the back yard, but Adam had said that he knew George very well and that he wouldn't mind. The loud music combined with all of the drinking was actually starting to get to Stephanie anyway, so she agreed. A few minutes of unwinding from the party would refresh her she figured.

Adam brought her into the house and they wandered around several minutes admiring the large house. Somehow they found themselves in one of the large spare bedrooms in a secluded portion of the house. The sound of the music outside was still ringing in Stephanie's ears. 

Steve and Bobby suddenly popped into the room and closed the door. "Hey guys, so this is where you two wandered off to huh?" Bobby said.

"Yeah outside was just a little too noisy so we figured we would just come inside and escape for a couple minutes." Adam told his buddies as Stephanie nodded affirming his explanation.

Stephanie staggered into the wall and almost fell over to the floor. Getting a little nervous with three guys and herself all by themselves, she told them "I think I better go find Linda now. She'll get worried about me."

"Oh, you don't have to worry about Linda right now" Steve said. "I just saw her making out with George down by the hot tub."

Adam sat Stephanie down on the couch and snuggled close to her. "You know, Gary always tells us good things about you."

"Oh yeah, what does he say?"

"He always says how cool you are. You let him come out with the boys and drink and not whine or nag like all the girls we are used to dating."

"Well, l I try to be a cool girlfriend."

"What else does he say?"

"Well….." Adam said while hesitating for a moment. "He tells us what a great kisser you are."

Stephanie blushed ever so slightly by the comment that was just conveyed to her. "Well I talk to your ex-girlfriend Suzy every so often and she has told me some good things about you. She has definitely told people that you kiss really well." Stephanie said to Adam. 

Steve chimed in "Well I don't mean to brag, okay, okay, I do, but according to Suzy who dated both Adam and I, he places second in the kissing department after me."

"I doubt that buddy." Adam told him. 

Bobby said "You know Steph, we could settle this right now. I have a hundred bucks right here that says if you are willing to be the judge that I am a better kisser than both of these clowns. This hundred dollars goes to the guy who you say is the best kisser. What do you say?"

"No, I … I can't"

Adam leaned over and was caressing her hair on the side of her head with the back of his hand. He began slowly kissing her neck as Stephanie whispered to him to stop. 

"I'm sorry, I can't. What if Gary found out?" 

"Come on Steph, nobody will know." Adam begged as he continued caressing her shoulders and neck. "Just help us decide this bet and we won't tell, I promise. Just one little kiss Steph, I promise, you will enjoy it. One little kiss."

Her voice was saying no, but her body was saying yes. Adam then pressed his lips to hers and gave her a light kiss and gently tongue kissed her for a minute or so. She alternately between gently resisting and gingerly kissing back. He was a good kisser and she confessed to herself that it might have been the best kiss she ever got. 

Adam grabbed her hand and interlocked their fingers together. He was caressing her hand with his thumb in circular motions. The sensations that was going up and down her arm from his touch was tearing Stephanie's conscience apart. She didn't want to betray Gary but yet her heart was melting in Adam's arms.

"That wasn't so bad was it?" Adam asked. "Wasn't that enjoyable?"

"It was nice, but….I don't know. I .."

"Come here." Adam whispered to her very passionately. She could feel his hot breath on her neck. She tried to slowly pull away but all she could do was stare at his lips. It felt so good, what would it hurt to just kiss him again she wondered to herself.

"Steph, please. That first kiss was so good, just one more time. I won't hurt you, I promise".

He reached his hand behind her head and pulled her lips to his and once again deep kissed her. Once more Stephanie was hesitant and resisted slightly but then began kissing back with more effort. She couldn't help it but she was enjoying kissing him. She was totally oblivious to the other two guys in the room as she only concentrated on making out with Adam. 

After another minute or so of passionate kisses from Adam, Bobby sat down next to Stephanie on the couch and reached over and lifted her on top of his lap.

"No, Bobby I can't." Stephanie pleaded.

"Relax, we won't say a word. This will be our little secret. Nobody will ever know. Come on, I want to prove that I am a better kisser. Give me a chance here to show you."

Stephanie's words were slightly slurred from all of the beers and shots. "Bobby, I, uh, I need to think. This is all moving too fast." She said as she tried in vain to push him away. It was like trying to push away a boulder, he was that solid. 

He pulled her to his mouth as she gave in to his wishes. He began kissing her as the other two guys watched. She adjusted to Bobby's kissing style, which was different, but yet good. She lay on his lap sideways while she was making out with him. Her chest was on top of his the entire time as he held her close. Bobby and Stephanie locked their lips non stop for two or three minutes, Steve then pulled her from Bobby and laid her down on the couch.

"Here let me show you how good I am." He said to her. He then began kissing her. He was kissing her all over from her eyelids to her neck then finally to her lips. Stephanie was almost out of breath from the relentless kissing from Bobby and Adam and she was still very dizzy from being so drunk.

After a couple minutes Steve stood up. He unzipped his pants and pulled them down around his ankles. He pulled down his underwear and his cock sprung out. It was swollen but not yet erect. The way that it was hanging there swinging around, she saw that he had to be at least five and a half inches long. She was scared because she didn't feel in control of anything that was going on. It was hard for her to think as the alcohol dulled her perceptions. 

Steve began stroking his penis and it quickly grew in size. He pulled Stephanie's head close to his now erect penis and she tried pulling away. "No please don't." she pleaded softly. But she allowed Steve to place his cock in her mouth and she began orally massaging his manhood. She could hear Steve moaning as she used her hand to also stroke him at the same time as she licked the head of his dick. She could see the veins popping out of the side of his cock. She licked it all around with her tongue and his penis head glistened in the light. She then sucked on it up and down. She could feel his dick throbbing with excitement as she sucked on it.

Bobby and Adam were standing around watching the show take place. Bobby took his shoes and pants off and then took Stephanie away from Steve. She didn't resist at all and complied with his physical guidance. He carefully grabbed her head and guided his cock into her mouth.

His cock was thicker than Steve's and maybe six inches long. She accepted his dick in her mouth and began sucking up and down on Bobby's cock. He groaned even louder than Steve. Just like with Steve, she could feel the throbbing in Bobby's cock. Between that and his moaning, Stephanie was feeling very aroused herself. 

After a minute she felt herself being turned around again and now found herself staring straight into Adam's dick.

While she was sucking on Bobby, Adam had totally stripped off all of his clothes. His penis was the longest of the three. It had to be about six and a half inches long and as thick as Bobby's penis was. She looked up into his eyes and she could see the wanting look he had for her. She began sucking on Adam's manhood as his knees slowly began to buckle. He put his hands on her head and moved it back and forth up and down on his penis. She could tell from the throbbing of his penis that he wouldn't last long.

Adam's cock was long and smooth. It didn't have a blemish on it. It was the best looking dick she ever saw. She allowed herself to enjoy the sight and feel of his penis in her mouth. While she was sucking on Adam's cock, she let her hand wander up to his bare chest. She slowly caressed his chest as she continued orally pleasing him. Feeling his firm yet not too muscular pecs and his tight wash board stomach was too much of a major turn on for her. She couldn't resist holding onto his ass with both hands as she was going down on him. She desperately wanted to come herself, but instead just put the attention into pleasing Adam.

She knew at this point that all three guys weren't going to leave until they all came. She justified to herself that if she just finished giving the blowjobs and made them all come, the three guys would be satisfied. After they were sexually relieved, they would get dressed and she would just sneak back to the party. She would swear the three of them to absolute secrecy and she would never tell a soul about this so Gary would never find out. 

She liked the fact that they were so attracted to her and that they all desired her, but Stephanie wanted to make sure that this session didn't go any further than it already had. She never entertained any serious thoughts about having sex with three different guys at one time even though she fantasized about it. 

The more she thought about it, the further she reasoned that guys just need it more than women. Gary had always told her how guys would be in pain if they were so hard and couldn't come. She decided that she would just make them come by jerking them off and using her mouth and then she would just have to trust them that they would never share what happened this evening. 

Unlike some of her friends, Stephanie didn't mind swallowing whenever she gave a blowjob. She knew how much it turned a guy on watching a girl swallow his cum. She wasn't sure she would be able to handle swallowing all three guys' cum though. She could tell that Adam wasn't too far away from coming and she really wanted to swallow his cum. She didn't really like the taste of guys' sperm, but she wanted Adam to feel really special. She wondered if she could get Bobby and Steve to just come all over her breasts instead. 

Suddenly Adam pulled her away. He picked her up by the hand as she walked very unsteadily over to the bed. He laid her down on the bed. She was very nervous because she could see what the three of them were thinking. The kissing and the blowjobs were one thing, but she couldn't make love to them. She had already betrayed Gary so much, she couldn't possibly cross that line. Looking at the three bare bottomed men did get her all excited though. She couldn't take her eyes off Adam's ass and his beautiful penis.

Steve was stroking himself in the background which was very arousing for her. She loved watching guys jerk off. The only thing better for her was watching a guy shoot his load all over her tits. If she was masturbating at the same time, she could usually come immediately after seeing a guy shoot his wad. 

She tried to get up and regain her balance. Adam told her to relax and he pushed her carefully back down to the mattress. He slowly unbuttoned her blouse one button at a time. She tried to push his hands away. "No please Adam, don't. I think I need to go. Please." Bobby came over to the other side of the bed and helped grab her hands away allowing Adam to finish unbuttoning her shirt. Bobby held her hands over her head. She tried to get her hands free from Bobby's hands, but knew that she couldn't. He was much stronger than her and she would be unable to break free. She was helpless as Adam opened up her shirt so they all could see her firm breasts held back by her bra. 




Having A Party



Cynthia and I had been spending our holidays at the beach. Not that we had much choice, our parents dragged us down here, but we were managing to keep busy. We'd both finished school and after these holidays we had to find work and support ourselves. We hoped that if we both got reasonable jobs we'd be able to pool our money and get a place of our own to rent. I mean, we didn't want to live with our parents now we're eighteen. I don't want to have to explain why I was out so late every time I have a date or have my father give a boyfriend the third degree when he comes to pick me up.

On this particular day, it had been hot and muggy, but with evening setting in a light breeze was coming in off the ocean and it was delightful outside. It was still twilight so Cynthia and I were strolling along the beach, just chatting and enjoying ourselves. 

It was still twilight, and probably would be for another hour, and we could see quite a way. There was a lot of activity further down the beach and we headed slowly in that direction. 

As we got nearer it became plain that someone was having a party, and quite a noisy one at that. 

"Shall we join the fun?" I asked Cynthia. I didn't mind gate-crashing someone's party and I'm quite sure the party goers weren't going to object to a couple of attractive young things joining them. 

"Ah, I'm not sure that we should," Cynthia demurred. "I've heard that some pretty wild parties go on along here at times. I'm told that the police have raided several of them already this year. It could be dangerous."

"So what? We just wander in and take a look and if we don't like what we see we wander on out again."

"Um, yeah, if they let us. That's what one of the police raids was about. Some party goers grabbed some local girls and dragged them to their party. One of the girls had to ring the cops so they could get away."

That put a different slant on things. Who wanted to find themselves stuck in what could be a really nasty party? 

"I'll tell you what. If we go into the dunes back there we can sort of edge up to the party and view them from a safe distance. If it looks dicey we can get the hell out of there."

A plan decided on we started moving through the dunes, looking for a nice vantage point to review the goings on. We were just starting to climb up a dune that I thought would give us an excellent view when there was this growling voice behind us.

Geez, we jumped. The guy just seemed to have emerged out of thin air.

"And just what do you two think you're doing? Sneaking around looking for pickings for light fingers?"

We both spun around and looked at the growler. He looked huge, towering over us and wider than both of us put together. That was my impression, anyway. Despite the heat he was all dressed up in leathers with lots of studs. You know the type of guy you don't want to meet in a dark alley? Take it from me, you don't want to meet that guy in the dunes at night, even if it was still twilight.

"Ah, we were just going to do a discrete check on the party," I gabbled.

"Right," said Cynthia. "We don't mean any harm. We just wanted to know if it was the sort of part that is safe to attend."

"Mm, fair enough, I guess. Why don't you finish climbing up that little hill and tell me what you think."

I'd already decided that if he was the sort of person hanging around this party then it wasn't a party that I wanted to attend. I tactfully refrained from saying so and scooted up to the top of the dune with Cynthia and peeked over to see what was going on.

The first thing I noticed was looked like hundreds of motor-bikes, although it was probably far less than that. Still, several dozen of them. With the motor-bikes were the riders, all seeming to favour black leather, studs, and chains. There were a number of women scattered around, half of whom seemed to be topless. If drink and drugs weren't freely available I'd hate to imagine what sort of party would have them. 

The only point in favour of this party was that the cops wouldn't raid them. The army might, but nothing less than that.

"God! Definitely not our scene," I whispered to Cynthia.

"You aren't kidding. Have you seen what's happening on the beach?"

I looked and blushed. How could they do that sort of thing in public? Looking at one couple it seemed the question should be how can you DO that sort of thing.

Cynthia and I backed hastily down to where that guy was standing, glowering at us.

"Ah, not our scene," I said quickly. "We'll head off back where we came from."

"Thought you might," he rumbled. "First, payment for the sentry."

Cynthia and I looked at each other.

"Ah, excuse me?" said Cynthia.

"One of the perks of being the man on lookout duty. I get to entertain any would-be gate-crashers. Like you two. You're both lucky and unlucky. Lucky that it's me who's going to entertain you, unlucky in that I'll only be entertaining one of you." 

"Um, what exactly do you mean by entertain?" I asked.

"Geez, don't be fucking naïve. What the hell do you think I mean? Who's going to be the lucky girl?"

To emphasize what he meant he was already running his zip down.

"Oh, no," said Cynthia. "Not me. You wanted to check out the party, Lucy. You deal with him."

"Me?" I squealed. "No way. Look at the size of him."

Ah, at this stage I was just referring to his total stature. He was a very big man. I was not making any comments about any more personal attributes he may have had.

"Yeah, you," he said. "Your friend volunteered you first, Lucy, so you're the one. You can call me Cecil."

"I am not the one and why would I want to call you Cecil?"

"Ah, because that's my name? Have you any objection to me being named Cecil? And you are the one, whether you like it or not."

"Well I don't like it?"

"Why not? What's wrong with being called Cecil?"

Was he kidding me?

"I was referring to entertaining you, not your name," I said carefully. "I have no desire to entertain you and you can't make me."

"You'll find that I can but you'll just do as you're told. Consider the situation. If you scream, the boys will hear and you'll find you have to entertain more than just me. If you struggle, the boys might hear, etcetera, etcetera. Are you sure you want to find both you and your friend entertaining me and my friends?"

I was looking around, appalled. We couldn't run. Not really. We'd probably be chased by the whole pack and brought down like deer running from wolves, although the wolves would only eat the deer. Cynthia just gave a helpless shrug when I looked at her and I suppose I'd have done the same if she was the chosen one.

I shouldn't have wasted time trying to think my way through the situation. I should have just bolted in one direction, telling Cynthia to run in another and call the police. He could only chase one of us and the other would have time to call before any of the other bikies caught on to what was going on and once we'd called they wouldn't have dared do anything.

By the time I reached this conclusion Cecil had a firm grip on my arm and the point was moot. I wasn't running anywhere and Cynthia wouldn't leave me while he was holding me. Loyal to a fault was Cynthia, although I could have done with less loyalty and more thinking at that point.

I couldn't risk screaming or fighting and had no choice but to do what Cecil wanted. Cecil? I ask you. Why couldn't he have had a name like Brutus or Rocky? With no real effort on his part he had me down on my hands and knees, one hand on my back making sure I stayed there.

After that he just pushed my dress up out of his way and dropped my panties. I said some rude things when his hand covered my mound but he ignored me, just gently rubbing me. That's right, gently. Nothing rough and ready about this guy. 

He took his time, fondling me and caressing me, coaxing a response out of my pussy and, damn him, it was working. I could feel myself getting aroused, heat pooling deep inside me, moisture starting to run down my passage, the moisture seeming to spread the heat.

With his free hand he was pushing my dress higher until he could unclip my bra. After that it was one hand on my pussy while the other played with my breasts and my arousal became fiercer and my temper spiralled upwards with my arousal. He had no damn right to be able to do this to 

me.

He finally reached around me and had both his hands on my breasts. His erection was pressed against me, wedged against my bottom. I was wondering when he'd make his next move when he spoke.

"OK, girly," he said. "It's time for you to get in on the act."

I was like, what? Then I heard Cynthia say precisely that.

"What, me?" she asked, sounding surprised.

"Yes, you. Little Lucy here is ready, and I'm ready, but my hands are occupied. You'll have to steer us together."

Another agonised, "What?" from Cynthia and a laugh from Cecil.

"All you need to do is part her lips with one hand and steer me into place with the other. We'll take it from there."

There was, I told myself, no known way that Cynthia would do what he wanted. Then the stupid bitch giggled, giggled if you please, and I could feel her hand on me easing my lips apart.

"Oh, my gawd, Lucy," she gasped. "You should see the size of this thing."

I didn't want to see the size. I most especially didn't want to feel the size, but I wasn't getting any choice. Cynthia was really doing it; helping line his cock up with my pussy. I felt his cock being rubbed against my lips and then Cynthia said, "Push." Push be damned. She'd better have been talking to Cecil because if she expected me to push onto that thing she was badly mistaken. 

Cecil knew his duty. He pushed on command and I was like, "Argh. Oh my god, what is that?"

Well, I knew what it was. I just didn't want to believe it. I wouldn't believe it. I was in a state of denial over the next few minutes, telling myself this couldn't be true. That didn't exactly help me at all. Cecil kept up a long slow push, his erection stretching and filling, stretching and filling. I couldn't even complain that he was hurting me, because he wasn't. It just seemed inevitable, and my passage just stretched and accepted him, letting him take me without the slightest protest. 

Then his groin was bouncing of my pussy and he was returning from when he came. 

"We'll just take it nice and easy to get you accustomed to it," he told me, and at the same time his cock was charging in again, his groin hitting mine with a wet sounding slap. And he was already returning for his third thrust and I was frantically trying to adjust to this frenetic assault. Good grief, it this was nice and easy, what was he like once he got going?

I was to find out. I adjusted to him. Really I did. I was pushing back and taking him deep, even if he was moving a bit fast, so what did he do? He went faster. I'd be left playing catch up and, when I did, he'd put on another spurt. Did he think this was a race?

Finally he settled down to a steady pace, if you can consider a full on gallop a steady pace. I was panting and gasping, trying to catch my breath. I hadn't exercised this strenuously since forever. On the other hand, I have to admit I hadn't felt this aroused in the same length of time. 

His cock was dominating me via my pussy, while his hands launched a second assault via my breasts. My body was reacting and doing what it wanted to and there was nothing I could do to control it. The only bright spot as far as I could tell was that I had no breath spare to speak. I had a nasty feeling that if I had had I would have been cheering him on and that would have been totally humiliating.

He seemed to be going for ever and I was seriously beginning to doubt that I could stay with him for much longer. If I didn't get a second wind soon I was going to collapse. It turned out that I did collapse, but it wasn't because of not getting a second wind. I climaxed and just totally lost whatever breath I had, shuddering and gasping for some, totally done.

I was vaguely aware that he was climaxing but that was of no interest to me. I was just trying to determine if I was still alive. I finally got myself together and looked around and he wasn't there.

"He went prowling off amongst the dunes," Cynthia said. "He said we'd better go and to be quick about it. He also was very firm about us not coming back. He said the other guard who patrolled the party was called Rocky and that he was a big dick with a little dick and an attitude. Not all nice and kind like Cecil."

I hurriedly tidied my clothes and we got the hell away from there. Despite myself I found I was curious about one thing. I fought it for a while but finally turned to Cynthia with a sigh.

"So tell me, Cyn, seeing you managed to get a grip on that thing of his, just how big was it? I couldn't really tell from my side of it."

"You're lying, Cyn," I stated flatly as she giggled and used her hands to demonstrate his size. "I'd be dead if he'd had that much. Tell me the truth, damn it."



Having a Party in a Dark Bar



My name is Helga and my husband's is Ricky. I am 5'5 wear a size 34C bra. I am a blue eyed blonde from Germany with great looking legs and a nice ass. I met my husband at one of the HOT New York parties. We started talking, have a few drinks, he took me home because the girl I came with was busy with some guy, I was sure she was glad that I left her alone. We hit it off well and started going on dates and finally got married. He was 27 and I was 26. We have been married now for 10 years. The sex was great but after a couple of years I suggested that we should spice it up by having a third party. I thought for sure he was going to blow his top. To my surprise he said he had been fantasizing about this for some time, and he would love to do it. I was delighted and told him I wanted black cocks because they turn me on and I had been fucked and eaten by blacks before. That did it. Every story I write is an actual experience 

A friend of mine, that is also into voyeurism and group sex, for much longer than I have, told me of a bar that I might want to try with my husband. 

She said she has been going there regularly with a male friend or by herself. 

If you dress yourself appropriately you will give off the signal that you are there to have some fun. The guys there know that any white woman that comes in has only one thing on her mind, to get fucked. They know that if you come in with a guy, he knows what's it all about. It is located in the black section of town. I was intrigued and mentioned it to Rick. His response was. 

"Lets find out".

It's Saturday and I put on a black short skirt tied with a string in the back of the neck. Deep cleavage, no bra, black thigh high stockings without garter belt, black thong, stiletto high heels. I asked Rick if I looked sluttish enough. 

"These guys are going to fall all over themselves to hook up with." 

It was around 10 o'clock when we got there. We walked in, it was dark! In more ways then one! We found a booth in a corner and sat down. A waiter came over and asked what we want to drink. 

"Vodka on the rocks." 

My eyes finally got adjusted to the darkness and I could make out at least a half a dozen guys sitting at the bar. There was a good looking brunette sitting with them. I could smell pot being smoked and I wanted a joint. The brunette had her short skirt up to her panties and one guy was feeling her up while another was kissing her, his hand down her blouse. Another guy was standing in back of her his hand snaking down to her pussy. She was laughing. She seemed to have had a lot of liquor in her and having a good time. Our waiter brought the drinks. Rick paid and we ordered another round right away. Rick got up and asked the waiter where he could get a couple joints. The waiter smiled, came back about 5 minutes later with our drinks and handed Rick a half a dozen joints. Rick paid and we lit up. 

Joints and alcohol make me feel relaxed and ready for anything that might happen. 

"Rick asked me if I was comfortable enough to stay and party." I said "YES!" 

I could see guys looking me over, one was licking his lips and came over, asked if he could join us. I said yes. He ordered a drink for himself and another round for us. Between the liquor and the joint I was feeling real good. The guy's name is Mark and he started asking Rick a lot of questions , wanting to know why we came. Rick said "we like to party." 

He kept staring at my boobs and could see my nipples were hard, pushing against the material of my dress. Rick just laid back against the seat smoking his joint, eyes closed. I knew he was telling me to do whatever I want. Mark put his hand on my knee, I did not move. He slowly moved his hand up my leg, pulling my legs apart. I was getting wet and breathing hard. He finally got his fingers inside my panties and started to play with the lips of my cunt. He pushed a couple fingers into my pussy and looked into my eyes, and smiled. I was ready to explode already. I slid down on my seat and my dress rode up my thighs. I exploded. Mark removed his fingers and put them in his mouth, licking one finger at the time, tasting my juices. He moved closer to me, put his arm around my neck and put a hand in the top of the dress, grabbed one of my tits and stated to squeeze my nipple hard. He pushed the strap over my shoulder and took out one tit. I looked at Rick. He just sat there with his eyes closed sipping his drink. Mark bent down and took a nipple in his mouth and was biting it lightly. I was coming again. He felt it too, spread my legs and quickly pushed 3 fingers into my cunt. I came and started to scream but held back. Mark looked at me and said. 

"l Lets go downstairs it's more comfortable." 

I asked what was downstairs, he just smiled and said. 

"You'll see, you will enjoy it." 

I said to Rick "he wants me to go downstairs." 

I had no idea what was downstairs and I did not want to go without Rick. 

"OK babe I'll go with you."

Mark led the way, it was dark. I noticed that when we started to go down a couple of the guys got off their stools and followed us down. 

Downstairs was like small living room with a couch, a couple easy chairs, a bar and very, very little light. I realized what my friend had told me. I was in for it. I sat on the couch and Mark lit another joint for me and got me another drink. 

Rick sat in one of the chairs with a big smile on his face. He knew. 

One of the other 2 guys, sat next me, said his name is Jim. The other guy went to sit in the other chair. After I finished my joint and my drink, Mark stated to kiss me deep with a fat tongue that almost reached the back of my throat. 

I was told that the size of the tongue gives you a good idea how big the cock is. Mark started to undress me. He pealed off my dress, thong and shoes but left my black stockings on. Jim sitting on the other side of me, spread my legs, puts some cream on my clit, went down and began to eat my pussy by sticking his tongue as far as he could, running it in and out and then running it to the back and lick my asshole. The cream is a warming cream that makes you climax much harder. 

I came and shook uncontrollably. Jim squeezed some lubricants up my asshole and I felt a couple fingers working their way up. He was opening me up so that he could fuck me in the ass. He pulled out his fingers, opened his zipper and took out a beautiful long and thick cock. Mark pulled me down on my belly with my face in his lap, Jim pulled up my hips so that my asshole is accessible, and started to push the head of his cock up my ass. I pushed back against him and his cock slid all the way in. Mark pulled out a nice big cock and put it against my mouth. I licked his pre cum with my tongue, opened my mouth wide, pushed his cock all the way down my throat, I gagged but once it was all the way down I was able to suck it. I swallowed him so deep that my lips hit his balls. 

Jim is fucking me hard and I can feel him coming. He shot a great hot load up my ass. I came in waves and I felt Mark's cock swelling, he shot a huge hot load down my throat. I kept moving my head up and down and sucked his cum clean off his cock. I was in haven. They both pulled out. I had cum running down the side of my mouth, Mark took a finger and shoved it all in for me to swallow. 

I sat up with a smile on my face. Jack got up from the chair and took out his big cock and pushed it against my mouth. I opened up, swallowed him, he face fucked me hard. It is a big cock and I am having trouble letting it go down my throat, but after a couple strokes it went all the way. 

I could feel his cock pulsing and getting ready to shoot. He pushed my face against him and let go a load that made me choke, but I got it all down. 

I needed a drink and Rick fixed one up for me. He thought we were finished. I wanted more. 

Mark laid me on my back, spread my legs, went down on me and sucked on my pussy lips while he hooked two fingers into my cunt. He found my g-spot and was rubbing it, the friction on my g-spot gave me the strongest climax so far and my juices were running. Mark got between my legs and pushed his cock into my hot ultra wet pussy. He fucked me and I came again as he was shooting his load into my cunt. Mark got off and Jim pushed his cock into me and fucked me hard, I was bouncing on the couch, he came and shot a huge load, as soon as he got out Jack took over and fucked me deep and hard, he too came like a gusher. They call this train. I was getting sore but happy. 

Mark laid down on the couch and I sat on his hard cock. He bent me over so my ass was available for fucking. Jim spread my checks and shoved his cock in my open asshole. I came right away but they fucked me that way until both shot an other load into me. It felt so good I didn't want it to stop. Jim moved out and Jack came and shoved his cock up my ass. He fucked me hard and came very quickly. I loved it. It was great but we were all tired. Just then a couple of other guys came down with the brunette. I got up and Rick helped me dress. There was so much cum and juices on the couch that I figured they would clean it up, I said to Rick. 

"It took a lot longer to get the brunette down!". 

It's almost 2 o'clock and I realized that I had been at it for almost 3 hours. We got home and Rick grabbed me, pushed me on the bed, took out his cock, put it up to my mouth and I sucked him while I was taking off my thong so he could fuck me before he came in my mouth. He came a lot from the built up excitement of watching me being "abused." We both fell asleep dressed. 



Having a Party



"No Adam, don't. Please just let me finish you guys off with my mouth. I swear you guys will feel good, but don't do this, please."

Adam just stared into her eyes and put his finger lightly on her lips. "Shhhh." He said to her. "Don't worry, I will make sure that you thoroughly enjoy this, you won't regret it."

He pulled off her shoes and started pulling down her tight jeans. During the time she felt her jeans being pulled off, her throat became very dry and she gulped because she was so nervous. She didn't resist or help Adam take her pants off, she just allowed it to happen. Stephanie was laying only in her bra and panties as all three guys were admiring her luscious body.

Adam unsnapped her bra from the front as her bra fell loosely to the side. Her breasts now unleashed, bounced up and down from her heavy breathing. Stephanie had large areolas and her nipples were getting harder and harder. Adam squeezed her breasts and explored her whole upper body with his hands. He lightly pinched her erect nipples and rolled them between his fingers. Adam gently sucked on each nipple as Stephanie slowly whispered to him, "no please don't" Stephanie couldn't defy the feeling in her body as she knew that her vagina was very wet. The sucking on her nipples was such a good feeling. She knew that she shouldn't, but she wanted Adam very much right now. She could see his rock hard cock bobbing up and down as he caressed her breasts and the rest of her body. He placed his hand between her legs over her panties and he could feel how moist she was even through the fabric. He pulled her panties off down her legs and ankles.

"No we can't" she said as she turned her head away. Adam placed each one of his hands on her inner thighs above her knees. He slowly spread her legs apart and lowered his head down to her vagina. He began using his tongue on her clit and moved back and forth. She was dripping wet as Adam was driving her wild with his oral strokes. "Oh God." she moaned in a barely audible voice. 

She tried twisting and turning to get away from the extreme pleasure that Adam was providing her. A large part of her wanted him to continue, but another part told her that this was wrong and that she shouldn't allow herself this kind of ecstasy. It would be different if she was a man, but a girl isn't supposed to be with three other guys especially when she already is in a committed relationship. 

Adam was very good at performing oral pleasures on women. He was able to find just the right spot no matter how she tried to move her hips away from him. He had his hands on her ass cheeks and he was able to prevent her from squirming too much. She had no choice but to receive his tongue into her pussy and it felt way too good to ignore even if she wanted to.

She couldn't stop her hips from rocking in unison with his strokes. Little moans were escaping from her Stephanie's mouth as Adam continued to work his magic tongue on her. Bobby came over and completely removed her bra. He began sucking on one of Stephanie's tits as Steve was still holding her hands down above her head so she couldn't interfere with the other two men. 

Stephanie was in a combination of breathing very heavy, biting her lower lip and groaning much louder now. She could feel a climax in herself building and building. She didn't want to allow herself to come but the constant sucking on her tit and Adam's tongue had found the perfect spot in her vagina. "Ohhhhhhhh" Stephanie cried out as she was getting nearer. Adam suddenly stopped and she thought to herself "Oh God, don't stop now. I am so close." She squirmed around in an erotic frenzy. She was so close to coming when he stopped and not being allowed to come was too much for her to handle. She didn't want them to know how bad she wanted to come, but Bobby and Steve could easily see that Adam had her on the edge of an orgasm. 

Stephanie figured that if Bobby kept sucking on her nipples, she would come just from that. He was carefully licking and sucking her tit while Adam just blew slightly on her pussy in order to maintain the pulsating sensations coursing through her body.

He once more gently used his tongue, purposely teasing her as she couldn't control herself anymore and she exploded in a gigantic orgasm. "Ohhhh Goddd, Oh God!" she unwilling said as her body was spiraling out of control in pleasure. Her legs shook as she groaned in bliss. Stephanie turned her head sideways trying hopelessly in shame to hide the event of her very obvious orgasm taking place. Adam could feel her pussy contracting on his tongue as he took pride in his ability to make women quiver in delight.

"No, no, uhhhhh, uhhhhhhh, oh God, oh God, uhhhhhh, uhhhhhh, no, uhhhh, no, uhhhhhhhh." Stephanie moaned during her enormous come.

Finally, Stephanie finished her orgasm. She realized that was the biggest orgasm of her life but yet was torn by the contradiction of her feelings. She felt shame, guilt, lust and romantic emotions all at once and it was overwhelming. Her head was spinning as she could barely move. Between the powerful orgasm she just experienced and the struggle she put up, she was exhausted. She just lay there with Steve still holding her hands over her head.

Bobby stopped sucking on her tits and Adam went on top of Stephanie. Before she could realize what was happening Adam eased his dick inside of her. "No please, don't put it inside, please no."

Adam stroked back and forth and said "Don't you want us to feel good too? We made you feel good, now it's your turn to satisfy us, fair is fair." Both Adam and Stephanie both groaned from pleasure as he slowly entered her. Stephanie didn't want to admit to herself that Adam's dick was feeling good. Adam stroked back and forth for a couple minutes and then started to feel himself get close to bursting. He slowed down so he could enjoy it a little longer. Stephanie loved feeling Adam's bare chest pressed up against her breasts. Sometimes her nipples brushed back and forth against Adam and it was making her even more excited. Most times her breasts were squished up against his nude body and that felt good as well. She couldn't help but moaning in pleasure from making love to him. 

Stephanie's whimpers made Adam's dick throb even harder. She was going to come again he could feel it. She just kept her head turned sideways while pressing it sideways into the mattress. She didn't want them to see her come again. But there was nowhere for her to hide because she was trapped underneath Adam and still held down by 
Steve. She turned her head sideways as her hands were still being held down over her head. A part of her tried in vain to stop the rapid approaching orgasm. "No, no, uhhhhh, oh my God, uhhhh, please no, uuuuuuuhhhhhh!" she cried out as her pussy began contracting on his cock in another huge orgasm that was forced upon her.

Finally unable to hold himself back anymore Adam went harder and faster as he shot his tremendous load deep inside her. She could feel wave after wave of his hot sperm shooting inside of her. Adam kept pumping until every last drop drained out of his dick.

Bobby pulled Adam off of Stephanie and took her from Steve's grasp. He flipped her over and put her up on her knees and pushed her face sideways down into the bed so her ass was staring straight up into Bobby's face. Her hands were palm down on the bed with her arms outstretched in a praying type position. He grabbed her by the hips and carefully entered her vagina from behind. 

"Oh God Damn, I'm not going to hold out for long!" Bobby furiously pumped back and forth and was pounding Stephanie hard. Knowing that she now had a completely different penis inside of her began once again exciting her. With each pump that Bobby provided her, the side of her face was being pushed down into the mattress. As Bobby pumped and pumped, she couldn't believe she was close to another orgasm. She tried to hold it back but once again she was unable to stop the impending orgasm. Within seconds she burst with another orgasm. Her contracting vagina caused Bobby to completely blow his wad in Stephanie. His whole body was trembling as he squeezed her hips as his dick gushed squirts of cum deep inside Stephanie.

Finally Bobby pulled out of her. Steve then turned her over onto her back. Now Stephanie, between the alcohol and exhaustion, wasn't resisting at all. Steve took his time playing with Stephanie's tits. He was obsessed with how wonderful they looked and felt. He began rubbing them up against each other and sucked each of her nipples for two minutes apiece. He tongue kissed her for a little while and she actually kissed back as she was too deep into this to turn back now.

He caressed her flat stomach and thighs. He explored her pussy lips with his fingers. He positioned himself on top of her legs so he could straddle her. She could feel his rock solid dick rubbing up against her legs and stomach. His light touch on the outer fringes of her pussy, once again stirred feeling of arousal within her. Soon he had her panting and groaning once again. Steve was also groaning and at one point she could feel his heart pounding against hers when he bent over and was kissing her neck and ear lobes. 

He spread her legs apart and put his cock inside of her. Now he wanted to take his turn. Back and forth he made love to her. She moved with him only making him more aroused. Steve was holding himself up with powerful arms as he lay on top of her pushing his dick in and out. He was watching Stephanie's breasts bounce up and down and jiggle back and forth as the two of them grinded and pounded each other. Steve bent down and began tongue kissing her as he felt himself near his climax. Steve was still kissing her as yet again Stephanie groaned in ecstasy and came. This time she welcomed the sensations her body was exhibiting and allowed herself to moan loudly not at all trying to hide her display of excitement. 

Her orgasm brought Steve even closer to his. Seconds after she finished her come, Steve began blurting out "I'm getting close, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come, yes, YES, OH GOD YES, HERE IT IS, UHHH, UHHHHH, OH YEAH!

Steve pulled out and shot his load of cum all over her breasts and stomach. His cum was very warm as she felt herself being drenched in large squirts of his sperm. Stephanie watched in amazement as Bobby shot six large sprays of cum on her until he was completely empty. 

Adam brought over a slightly wet towel and cleaned Stephanie up. He wiped all of Steve's cum off of Stephanie's breasts and stomach. He then began jerking off in front of her until he was semi-hard again. He then pulled her close and shoved his dick into her beautiful mouth. She carefully and slowly licked the head of his cock until he was fully erect. She then moved her mouth more quickly up and down while sucking at the same time. Several minutes later, Adam's knees were beginning to buckle as he approached another orgasm. "Ohhh God. That feels so good. Keep going, keep going, uhhhhhhh, uhhhhhhh, oh yeah……Here I come, uhhhh!" With a giant groan, Adam exploded another load of cum into Stephanie's mouth. She kept swallowing as he kept coming. She thought that he would never stop. She almost gagged at the end but finally he withdrew from her mouth and collapsed on the coach.

Now Bobby who was feverishly jerking off the entire time while watching this, quickly slid his dick into her mouth. As soon as her lips touched the shaft of his penis, he came immediately. She once again swallowed every last drop of his sperm as his cock kept spasming violently in her mouth. 

Steve walked over now and stuck his semi hard dick in Stephanie's mouth. It took him a few minutes to get hard as Stephanie massaged his balls with her fingers and masturbated him with her hand until he regained an erection. After ten minutes, he no longer could hold out as he burst another load of cum into her mouth. Stephanie was proud of herself as she knew that she worked hard to ensure that Steve came again. She knew that was probably the best blowjob she ever gave and he sure showed his appreciation as his sperm shot down her throat.

All four of them laid down on the bed and relaxed. After five minutes of relaxing, the three guys got dressed and as Stephanie also finished dressing, she made sure to remind them that "Just don't forget, this is our little secret. If you guys tell, I will tell everyone that you guys all are horrible lovers and couldn't get it up."

"Don't worry Steph, we aren't going to say anything." Adam told her.

Stephanie excuse herself to go into the restroom. Stephanie found some mouth wash rinsed out her mouth and put some of her perfume on. All three of them gave her a hug and thanked her for such a good time. They went back to the party and Stephanie found Linda passed out on a lawn chair by a secluded side of the pool.

Adam came up from behind Stephanie, and put his arms around her. He was hugging her and whispering in her ear. "Look, if you decide that your relationship with Gary isn't everything it should be, I would love to be with you." He slipped a piece of paper in her pocket. "Here's my new phone number, I know that it would be an awkward situation if we ever started to date because of Gary and tonight, but I would gladly face it to be with you. I always thought that you were incredible."

"Do you still think that I am incredible? Even after what we just did?" Stephanie asked.

"Absolutely" Adam said as he gazed in her eyes.

She turned around and gave him a big hug and he gave her a passionate good night kiss.

"Do you guys need a lift home?"

"Nah, we'll be fine, don't worry."

"Well, maybe we'll talk soon." as he let her go and said goodbye.

"Maybe." She responded. "Oh yeah, Adam. Make sure that you get your hundred dollars from Bobby. They were good, but it was no contest." She shot him a big smile.

"Thanks" he said as he also walked away with a big grin on his face.

After he left, she stared at the phone number in her hand and sighed. She went over and woke Linda up. "Hi Steph"

"Hi Linda. Come on, it's time for us to call a taxi and go home."

"Oh, okay. Did you have a good time tonight?" she slurred.

"The best time." Stephanie answered back, "The best time ever."



Having a Slice



My Master believes in daily tasks. They are to be completed without question and immediately upon being assigned.

When Sir instructed his sub to take his proxy and commence 3 near-cums while at her office, she had to be creative in order to prevent detection, yet follow his orders to the "T". 

While alone in a back room, I was accepting the proxy hungrily -- conducting an oral assault while using Sir's proxy cock. With several minutes into the mouth fuck, an office mate opened up the door calling for me. That certainly induced a feeling deep inside -- and not the most pleasant of feelings. Getting caught with a dildo down my throat was not on my list of "to do's".

I decided to "take it outside" . . . I needed to go on an errand and decided now was the time to do it. 

Take a seat beside me as I go on my wild ride with Frank, my Master's 8" very veiny proxy cock. I'm determined to finish today's assignment and continue my training as Sir's slave. 

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Having A Step-Daughter



[This is the first time I have tried to write from a man's perspective. Please give me feedback if I have done a good job]

I didn't know whether I wanted to be a step-father or not. I was 45 and didn't have any children of my own.

I loved Becky, my girlfriend, and we had been going out for two years. She asked me to move in with her, but that would mean living with her daughter as well. She was 18, last year of high school, but still a kid, living in her mother's home. The father had shot through a long time ago. The daughter, too, was named Becky.

After some thought I moved in. At first the relationship was normal. But it was after I had been there a few months that our relationship began to change. 

At first it was innocent enough. She would buy clothes and ask me if they suited her. It was a hot summer in Australia. The clothes were skimpy. 

"Does this look good on me?" she would ask, showing off a pair of tight blue jeans. I always said yes, of course. I haven't dated women all these years for nothing. 

"Does my blonde hair go with this?" she would ask, putting on shorts that showed a lot of thigh, and her tummy as well. 

She never asked me to comment on her tops. She was very small and embarrassed by it. 

The flirtation started, it is difficult to say when, but things were definitely not normal when she started coming into the bathroom while I was showering. 

It was a small apartment that the three of us lived in. It was one in a block of 14 apartments. There was always the smell of dope in the air, as our downstairs neighbours were heavy pot smokers. The bathroom had a bath, shower and toilet. 

This was the toilet that Becky always 'had' to use when her mother wasn't home and I was having a shower. She would wait long enough to hear the water running, and then knock on the door, opening it without invitation while announcing that she was 'really' sorry but she had to pee. 

Then, as now, I instantly turned my back to her. There was no shower curtain, and she could see my nudity, up close, with my back to her. 

In turn, I could hear the zipper on her jeans go down, or the snap of her panties, and then after a while, the tinkle of pee into the toilet bowl. 

The first time I was genuinely shocked. The second time, I kept soaping my body with the soap. Between times, I thought thoughts I shouldn't have. 

The third time I didn't turn my back quickly enough. I was quite a way into my shower, soaping my balls and penis. Perhaps it was the expectation, perhaps it was because I really wanted her to catch me in the act. My penis became half-hard and I turned my back too slowly after Becky knocked on the door and let herself in. 

She didn't say anything, but this time with my back turned, my penis got hard and fully erect, where before it would remain the same. I kept soaping, thinking to myself that if she was offended it was her own stupid fault, for coming into the bathroom all the time like this.

I kept soaping, and soaping, and there was no sound of her peeing. I looked over my shoulder, and she was sitting on the toilet with her rose-printed skirt pulled up high. She pulled her panties aside and she was masturbating. 

I couldn't, just couldn't, look away, as if there was some hidden force. She came over and sat on the side of the bath. I turned to face her.

"I've always fancied you" she said. 

She took my balls into her hand, and she put her lips around the head of my penis. I knew she had boyfriends, but clearly she was very good at giving me head. My girlfriend hardly did so – it felt amazing. She sucked me and masturbated me at the same time. Any idea of getting caught never occurred to me. 

I looked down at Becky sucking me. I know this sounds odd, but it was so artistically beautiful. Her nose, her lips, her eyes, blonde hair – it was all like a work of art. 

I told her I was about to cum, and tried to move my penis out of her mouth. 

"No, I want to swallow," she said softly, with great kindness. 

The very idea made me cum almost immediately. She took big gulps, and sucked as well. 

This continued for two years, before I broke up with her mother. It was always the same ritual. She would only suck me, she didnt want me to touch her, she would always masturbate herself, she would always swallow. 

She didn't suck me every day, but only when her mother was out, and that meant about 3 times a week. She never asked for anything, like gifts or money. I never asked to do anything else, for fear that she would loose interest altogether. Sometimes I ached to touch her small breasts, but I was prepared to keep to the sucking. 

It was a very hard decision to move out of that place, because of what the younger Becky use to do, but the mother got too much and I just had to leave. 

I miss Becky, the younger one, and the older one as well if the truth be told. I met the younger Becky a couple of times afterwards, but she never offered to suck me and I never asked. Things had changed. i didnt want to push the issue in case she told her mother. 

I don't really know what she is doing now. Perhaps she is at university. The only thing I know is that a new boyfriend has moved in, so Becky now has a new step-father.



Having a Taste...



I'm in the shower, steam all around me, soaping up my chest. My fingers stroked across my nipples. They stiffen, my cock throbs and rises. I smile I'm going to have a good jerk. I begin to stroke my cock while rubbing one nipple. I imagine her on her knees on the bed facing away and leaning over, spreading her ass cheeks, he hole opens and ...

"Hey..."

I am shook out of my dream state. 

"What?"

"Don't use up the hot water, I want to take a shower too."

"Ummm ok hon, I'm done anyway."

She steps back out of the steamy bathroom, I'm glad that she didn't see me.

Later I'm in bed, she's drying her hair. "So, did you cum?"

"What?"

"Did you cum? I know you were jerking off before. I wish you'd not do that. You don't have to jerk off just so that you'll last longer for me, I'm happy when we make love."

"I know hon but I know I cum too fast and if I jerk off first I can be with you longer."

"You mean fuck me longer" she said as she approached the bed, her hair now dry.

"Yes, so I can fuck you longer."

"Then le me do it, let me jerk you off."

"What?"

"Let me please, I think it would be fun, why not, you like to finger fuck me don't you?"

"Uhh yeah well I guess.. "

She came around the bed to me dropping her towel, her breasts swaying her skin freshly scented from her soap. He nipples were stiff, her pubis slick and hairless. My cock was hardening. She pulled the sheet off me, exposing my hard on.

"Well well what do we have here?" She stoked the shaft of my penis down to my balls and sat on the edge of the bed. "Mmm your balls are hot and huge. You must have a lot of cum for me."

"Yes" I said through heavy lidded eyes. She stoked my nipples and dragged her breasts across my penis, and back again. She knows I love that.

"Now, don't you want me too jerk you off?" She whispered to me.

"Yesss.." I said breathlessly, my cock was as hard as iron.

"What will you do if I jerk you off?"

"Anything, I'll do anything you ask" I was panting now, my nipples were as hard as diamonds.

"Anything?"

"Yes, I swear, anything". My cock was throbbing with my excitement. This was a new game and I was going along with her.

"Are you going to shoot your cum on me baby? Because if you do you're going to have to lick it off." 

" Huh??" 

"Yes that's the price. I'll jerk you off onto my nipples if you'll suck the cum off afterwards, that's the deal" She said this as her nails stroked my balls. My cock pulsed with each stroke.

I groaned.

"Is that a yes?" she said.

"Yes, yes I will.."

"You will what? You have to say it or it's no deal."

"I'll lick my cum off your nipples if you jerk me off onto them." I said, quivering with excitement. "I will, baby I will..." I said pleading, and now more excited than ever that I had promised to eat my own cum.

She lay down next to me. I straddled her and she was shaking too from excitement, my cock was throbbing. She squirted jack off cream on her hands and began to stroke my cock, as her other hand reached around under my balls to my asshole.

She stroked me slowly at first. I was hovering just over her breasts, kneeling over her. Her finger rubbed the entrance to my hole. 

"Oh my god.. please... yes, please.." I moaned

"What baby, what do you want?...say it. Do you like my finger at your asshole while I stroke your big cock?"

"...Yes..please..."

"Please what? Please finger fuck your asshole while I jerk you off? Say it..."

"Yes...please finger fuck my asshole while you jerk me off...oh god.."

"Mmm baby my nipples are so hard, your cock is so hard. I'm jerking you off baby" she began to stroke faster. Her finger entered my ass.

"Shoot your hot cum baby squirt for me" she said as I leaned back and thrust my cock out to her.

A few more strokes and I felt it coming "Oh my god, oh my god... I'm gonna cum..." 

"Squirt on my nipples baby soak my tits." She said breathlessly.

As I began to squirt hot cum on her tits and onto her face, she squeezed my balls, as I came more and more. The orgasm took many moments and was the most intense orgasm I ever had, I was squirting jets of hot cum onto her nipples and her quivering breasts.

"Lick me now... while it's hot, lick the cum now.." she gasped.

I leaned over and sucked her cum splattered nipple into my mouth my cum was still hot. I licked and slurped her cummy nipples while her finger fucked my asshole. 

"Eat your cum off my tits, yes baby eat your cum..oh lick it off. Do you like my finger in your ass like that...do you? Do you like to eat your cum off me..."

"Oh my god yes..."

I kissed her with my wet cummy lips. She licked around my mouth and lips and sucked my tongue. Then she withdrew her finger from my ass and rolled over on her chest. She raised her ass up to me.

"Now, my ass..eat my ass baby eat it..." I was so full of lust, my heart was pounding I lowered my face to her ass, and licked each globe. 

"Yess, eat me baby... lick my ass."

I licked closer to her hairless hole. "Unngghhh yess.." I poked my tongue into her ass, as she began to plunge three fingers into her cunt as I licked her there. My cock had not gone down and was still semi hard my heart was pounding. I sat up and aimed my cock as her hole. She pushed back and impaled her asshole on my cock. "Fuck my ass you cum eating boy, fuck it now." Although my cock was only semi hard from having cum I entered her saliva slicked hole. She was crazily finger fucking her cunt as my dick entered her. After I was as far in as I could go and began to withdraw, my cock seemed to harden more. The idea of what I was doing and what I had just done was overwhelming. She began to gasp and quake as her orgasm overtook her, I continued stroking in her tight ass as she fingered her clit with her thumb. 

"Oh fuck my ass you cum eating man, fuck it now, now, more oh my god oh my Godddddd..." She shivered and quaked as I came again, this time in her ass. 

Later we lay spent. I had washed us both with a soapy cloth and brought us both a beer.

"You're really something" she said smiling. "I didn't think you'd do it. How was it?"

"Well I never thought I'd eat my own cum, but you did devise a pretty wicked scenario."

" I guess I'll have to think up a few new things from now on." She said.

"I'm sure you will babe, I'm sure you will."