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Making Do

By: ldrequiv



Though the doctor had taken care to close the door of her room, he and Alex had not moved far enough beyond it. Hsiao-ling could hear their conversation all too well.

"No more children ever?

"I'm sorry, Mr. Betancourt. The necrosis ruined her uterus beyond repair. This isn't something we can fix surgically."

"What about...transplants?"

"Uterus transplants? I'm afraid there's no such thing." The doctor paused. "There's another complication."

"Yes?" The tension in Alex's voice had risen to an unbearable pitch.

"Your wife's vagina suffered considerable damage, as well. The nerve tracks to it have been badly compromised. Sexual intercourse will be quite painful for her."

"Can you fix that, at least?"

"That damage is beyond repair as well. I'm very sorry, sir. We've done all we can."

Hsiao-ling was still in the throes of grief over her stillborn son. That Adam had been a ten-pound monstrosity, head and neck fused to his torso and features barely recognizable as human, was irrelevant. She'd loved and anticipated him from the instant of his conception. To learn that childbearing had been struck from her future forever was a blow for which she was unprepared. Her sobs returned at full force, escalating swiftly into a piercing scream.

Alex burst into the room at once, scanning left and right for what might have so upset her. His clenched fists, his combat-ready stance, and the ruddy intensity of his tear-streaked face gave him the aspect of an avenging angel.

An angel in mourning.



Making Do



Martine let a few seconds pass, then started to increase the intensity of the vibrations still further.

The crescendo of the sensation was so smooth that Hsiao-ling couldn't even tell that it was happening. But she could tell that she was being taken, made to feel pleasure, compelled to accept the sexual homage of another. In surrendering to it she lost all sense of time and place. She did not realize that she was straining against her bonds, every muscle tight, spasming from head to toe. She did not realize that she was screaming in ecstasy. She only knew that the dildo had brought her body alive and alight once again.

When it was over, she wept and sobbed from deep in her belly. Her entire nervous system had ignited, sending her to an orgasm to rival the best she had ever had with Alex. She could hardly believe that in her damaged state she could still feel such pleasure. 

Martine released her from the restraints, raised her gently to her feet, and held her as she regained her composure. When she was in command of herself once again, Martine showed her the dildo that had penetrated her anus. It was shaped to resemble a penis, no larger than Alex's.

"God has given us many avenues to pleasure and erotic union, Hsiao-ling," Martine intoned formally. "If one should close, He will open another. He never leaves a good woman wanting." She smiled. "At least, not when I'm around. Get the idea, dear?"

Hsiao-ling clutched her again. "Yes. Oh, yes."

"His won't vibrate, though."

"I doubt I'll notice."





Making Dream Cum True



I am a 22 year old small petite girl. 5'3", 100, 32a, blonde and shaved. 

I love making guys fantasies come true. True stories from a few years back. I was 18 and working as a barista for summer. The boss a 37 year old decent looking guy was always checking me out. Morning shift was only him and I and others did not start till 10AM, which would be the time I would leave. That gave me a lot of one on one time with him in the morning. Morning's were busy too but it did not stop me from teasing him often. I would wear tight low rise pants showing my thongs. I would bend often to pull things off the shelves under the counter to show him my tight small ass. I dont have a big cleavage but I would leave my top buttons open to let him peak down my top. I would also talk about how I did not get any sleep as I was out partying and he would ask if I had a bf or not and I would dismiss by winking saying well I am too young to be tied down to one man. I let him believe I was a fun loving girl (which I was and still am).

It had been 2 weeks of teasing him and I know he wanted a piece of my ass bad. One morning when Derek (boss) was a little grumpy I asked by putting my hands on his hand if everything was ok and he mentioned things have been tough at home with his wife. I gave him a hug and held him long enough saying it will be ok. Given he was almost 6 foot I could feel him holding me and smelling my hair. I pushed my petite body far enough to feel his bulge against my waist. As the day went on I would tell him to smile and touch him enough. I was flirting with him too and he started enjoying all the sexual tension between us. But he was a decent guy and I knew he will not make the move unless I give him a green light.

It was time for me to leave so I asked him that I was looking for some over time money and was wondering if I could close the store tomorrow rather than open it. He agreed and told me who will be working that shift. I made the innocent girl pout and said I don't like them and was wondering if he and I could close the store tomorrow rather than work with those jerks. Derek was not sure of my intentions but I know he would not say no to spending one on one time with me. All was set and next day I was working from 6PM to 11PM shift. I came dressed in my regular tight pants and had the bright red thongs under that. As the store was left to us, I pulled my thong strings higher for him to see and all evening teased him by bending and touching him. It was time to close. I told Derek I had a party to go and if he did not mind I would like to change. He said go ahead. I went into the ladies room, left the door open so he could see me in the mirror with my back to him. I pulled my top off, dropped my bra and wore this bright colored shiny party tube top. I pulled down my pants and stood staring at myself in the mirror, my ass towards the coffee floor knowing Derek may be seeing me. I was not sure but I stood a whole minute checking myself out. Then I pulled this mini skirt, which was so small that it barely got past my thongs and covered my tight ass really snug. I wore some sexy heels, did my make up and stepped out.

Derek's jaw almost hit the ground watching me dressed so slutty. He whimpered and I asked what was it. He said nothing. I insisted and walked closer to him touching his arms playfully asking him to spit it out. He spoke softly and said he was surprised my parents will let me go out dressed like this. I asked, 'what do you mean like this?' He got flustered (and it was all fun for me) and apologized. I insisted he had to tell me what he meant. He finally said it softly, that he thinks I was dressed very proactively for a 18 year old. I had him where I wanted. I stared right at him, walked close, pulled his head down to my height and whispered in his ears....Derek do you think I look slutty in this dress? He went red and said no! I held him down and whispered...But I think I do and I dressed like this for you! It was like a shock to him and he stood straight pushing himself away. What do you mean, he whimpered?

I mean that I dressed slutty to get into your pants or lets say let you get in my skirt. Now will you Derek? He was shocked and was not sure if this was a bait or I was serious. I walked to him, took his hands and walked us to the back office. As soon as we were in, I walked to the table, bent over on the table for support, spread my legs open, pushed my ass towards him and showed him my thongs clearly as I stood bent over. I turned my head around and seductively said, Derek I need you to fuck this pussy. Derek being the nice guy was still in shock so I turned around, walked to him and took his mouth and gave him the biggest kiss as my hands held his ass. 5 seconds into the kiss the man in Derek woke up and he knew this was for real. His hands were suddenly on my tight ass and almost pushed the skirt up as he kneaded my ass as we kissed. We pulled away after a minute and I said again...Derek I want you to fuck me hard!

Derek had his jeans down in seconds and I say a good 6 to 7 inch cock. I took his cock in my mouth by just standing in front of him but bending at my waist. As I sucked him standing in the office, he pulled my skirt up to see the thong string disappear in my ass crack. He has the best view of my tight ass and he was enjoying having a 18 year old suck a married 37 year old cock. I love the taste of cum and his pre-cum tasted good. I sucked him while he played with my small tits and ass. After sucking him, stroking him I walked to the desk, turned my back to him, spread my legs and told him to fuck me. My pussy was wet with anticipation and Derek came behind, pushed my thongs to one side and pushed his hard cock in my tight pussy. He started to fuck me deep and fast and would have ended up cumming in a minute had I not stopped him. I stood up making his cock come out. I turned around and asked him to sit in his chair. Once seated I walked to him, pulled my top off and pulled my thongs off. I wore my mini skirt and heels only. I asked him to touch me all over and tell me what he is thinking.

Derek had his hands all over me as I stood in front of him. He would bite my nipples, feel my ass and thighs and use his hands over my tits and firm belly and work it down to my wet pussy and finger fuck me. He kept telling me how much he has missed fucking someone so young. In fact he was 21 when he fucked someone who was 18 and since then he has either been with someone older or with his wife. He said how much he wanted to fuck me for 2 weeks and how he was always hard watching my ass and body and thongs. I told him how I deliberately teased him all this while. It only made him hornier and this time he said....Cindy I want to fuck you and cum in you.

I told him to enjoy and I straddled him, took his cock in my wet pussy and sat on him. We started to fuck on his chair. Me riding him like a cow girl and he was a great ride. I had my hands on his shoulder, my hair all over his face, moaning and screaming as he fucked me. I played with my clit by leaning back and moaned even louder. He had his hands on my perky small tits and I grinded on his cock till he came hard. His cumming in me made me cum too and I screamed loud and dug my nails on his shoulder. We sat with his cock getting limp in me. We got up, cleaned and got dressed. Derek was excited as hell and kissed me often and asked if we could fuck more. I told him I am here for 2 more weeks and if we close the store any other time he can fuck me. Needless to say he wanted to move me permanently to evening shift for 2 weeks but it did not work for me. But we did fuck twice more before I left.

He always had this fantasy of fucking a young girl and I loved making it true for him.

Cindy



Making Ends Meet



The male ego is more fragile than a raw egg dropped from 40 stories up. But when an egg hits the ground, you know there is just one possible result: innards get splattered all over the place. However, with the male ego, who can say what will happen when broken, bruised or bent.

I had always thought that if my wife ever cheated on me I would go psycho and become the wild man of our cave ancestry yore. What happened instead, was I wimped out, becoming a sodden, defeated shell of the man I once thought I was.

My wife is a so-so specimen. Not gorgeous, but pretty in her own right. She has dark, straight hair falling to her shoulder blades that she most often keeps in a bun. She's 5 foot two with piercing dark eyes, slimly built with pert hips and 32C breasts. She dresses professionally but acts saucy and freely expresses herself, especially on the dance floor. Our home life is good and the sex frequent and adequate. She is no bombshell in bed, and neither am I, but we do go at it with gusto and enthusiasm more nights a week than not. I would say the only problem we had in our marriage was money.

We married right out of college, fully intent on starting a family and living the American dream. I found work right away as a mid-level executive in a factory just outside Chicago. We decided she would stay home and do her best to get pregnant. Well, the pregnancy didn't come, but the bills did. A year into our marriage she decided to go to work to make ends meet. Well, for the first year after that, things were tight, then we caught up and it has been smooth sailing ever since.

At least so I thought.

It was the week of our fifth wedding anniversary. I had a big weekend planned for us out of town. I had just cancelled that weekend right after cleaning out my desk.

The economy slowed down. Factory orders plummeted and jobs were cut. Mine included. I stooped at a bar that noon. Blew twenty bucks of my severance check, and headed home in the middle of the day for the first time in my marriage.

When I pulled up to our two-story, four bedroom, aluminum sided house in the burbs, I found my wife's car in the driveway. Not pulled into the garage, mind you, just in the drive. I ended up parking on the curb and hoping this wasn't garbage collection day so I wouldn't be ticketed. You think weird things when you've had a few to drink.

I didn't really think it odd that my wife was home. She often took her lunch break at the house so she wouldn't have to spend money eating out. But when I entered the house, she wasn't in the kitchen. I figured maybe she was taking a quick nap so I tiptoed quietly up the stairs so as not to wake her. 

I needn't have worried.

Our bedroom door was standing open and she was in bed all right. But so was this dumpy middle-aged clod. He was pounding up and down between her spread legs, puffing like he was in a marathon. My wife was just lying there, staring at the ceiling, while he rutted in her, groped greedily at one breast and slobbered all over the other.

I stood just outside the doorway in stunned silence. Perhaps my drink-doused brain was slow on the uptake or maybe I was just stunned that my delightful Becky would prefer this out-of-shape old man to me, but I didn't charge into the room and kill the guy like I'd always imagined I would.

I backed slowly away from the door as his puffing grew into groans and a sudden loud grunt escaped his lips. He then collapsed on my wife and seconds later she pushed him off and he rolled onto his back. 

I slipped quietly into the next bedroom.

They talked in muffled tones for a few minutes while he got dressed. I don't know why, but to this day, more vividly that anything else, I can hear in my head the sound of his pants zipper being pulled up. For some reason, that sound revolted me more than anything else and has caused me traumatic flashbacks sometimes when I'm zipping my own pants.

I heard footsteps pass the bedroom and head down the steps. The front door opened, then closed. I peeked out the bedroom window and saw a suited man leave our yard, head across and slightly down the street, get into a parked car and leave.

"You can come out now," I heard my wife's voice from the hallway. I jumped and spun around to find my wife in the doorway wearing only a bathrobe, her arms crossed defiantly across her chest.

"You knew I was here?" was all I could think to say.

"Heard your car pull up."

"Oh. And you didn't try to hide what you were doing?"

"Why?"

O.K. That stumped me. Not the response I expected. What response HAD I expected? I mean, what does one say when caught red handed cheating. I must say she was handling it with grace. If the roll had been reversed, I probably would have been stuttering and stammering. Come to think of it, I was stuttering and stammering. It was time to take charge. I was right, she was wrong. Why did I feel like a kid caught with his hands in the cookie jar?

"Who was that guy," I demanded.

"Does it matter?" she sighed, taking back control of the situation. "I'm sorry you had to see that."

"What? What?" I stammered. "You're sorry I had to see that? See that? What about being sorry you DID that!"

She moved her hands to her hips and just glared at me with those piercing eyes.

"Grow up and join the real world, Robert," she yelled, turned her back on me and went back into our bedroom.

I stood there open-mouthed a few seconds before catching myself and rushing behind her. She had already dropped her robe and was stepping into her skirt.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting dressed so that I can get back to work before my lunch hour ends."

"What? You crazy bitch! Stop what you're doing and look at me. We are going to talk."

She raised her hands and head to the ceiling, breathed out hard and turned to face me, an exasperated look on her face.

"What?" she yelled. "What do you want to talk about."

I was silent. She was standing there, hands on her hips, naked to the waist, her nipples erect and staring at me with the same venom as was in her eyes.

"Well, you wanted to talk. I don't have a lot of time."

"I don't believe you! You're standing there like nothing happened. You were cheating on me!"

"Yes, and? It's not like this is the first time it's happened or the first guy."

Now I was in shock. My ears were ringing and the liquor had me feeling like I was floating a few feet off the ground observing something that was happening to two completely different people. I saw her pick her blouse up from the back of a chair. In that instant my hand shot our and yanked it from her grasp.

"You bitch," I stepped toward her. "You god damned fucking bitch." I did not see it happening, did not know it was happening until right afterward. My hand dropped the blouse to the floor and came up in a rapid arc striking her hard with an open-handed blow across the left side of her face, knocking her onto the bed. Then I was on her.

"You like a man's hands on your breasts? Huh? Huh?" And I squeezed her two breasts in my hands as hard as I could. Red bruising started to show right away. "You like a man's mouth on your breasts?" I bit down hard on her right breast, gripping that cushiony flesh tightly in my teeth. "You liked being fucked, you bitch?" And my left hand was at her throat squeezing while my right hand rapidly undid my trousers.

Suddenly I was thrusting into her, ramming her harder that I'd ever done anyone in my life. I pounded her with my cock, willing it to tear through her, to grind her into submission, to punish her with my manhood. I slammed into her, each time harder, trying to go right through her, trying to make her regret ever stepping out on me. "You fucking bitch. You fucking whore!"

I finished in less than thirty seconds, spraying cum into her abused cunt, trying to drown her in my sperm. Trying to hose her out. I collapsed on her and started crying.

"Are you done?" She asked, sounding like she was speaking from a far distance.

It was only then that I realized that she hadn't made a single sound, not the slightest whimper while I abused her.

"If you are done, would you mind getting off of me," she said in a calm voice.

I pushed off her, then sat on the edge of the bed, facing away from her, elbows on knees, chin in my hands, contemplating my pants wrapped around my ankles.

"Let that be the first and last time you ever hit me."

I turned to look at her. She was still lying on the bed face up, in almost the same position she had been in while that guy (That Guy!) fucked her. Except that her skirt was now on and bunched up around her waist. Her eyes, though, remained piercing and defiant. That instant I pictured in my mind my impeccably made up, manicured and dressed wife who looked like such a professional woman in her work clothes. Her perfectly cut attire revealed nothing of the woman beneath, but still left me horny for her hidden charms every time I saw her dressed up. She didn't look so professional now, skirt mangled around her waist, a purple bruise swelling on her face, cunt lips puffy and swollen, breasts with teeth marks and welts on them. She was my wife, my beautiful, devoted wife, but all I could see right now through tear-blurred eyes was a used and ragged slut spread-eagled on our bed.

"Well, what did you expect me to do?" I asked.

"Something like that," she replied. "And now that it is out of your system, you need to understand a thing or two." For the first time that afternoon, she reached out and touched me. Her hand rested on my lower back and I stiffened a little. She felt my reaction and moved her hand. She swung her body around and sat next to me. She adjusted her skirt a moment, and then smoothed out her lap to hide her sex from me.

"We haven't been making ends meet for quite some time," she said. "In fact, we never made ends meet."

"What? I don't understand. The bills are paid, we have a few dollars in the bank."

She shook her head.

"Why are you men so dense? Look at your salary. Look at mine. You think we can maintain this house, our cars, our bills on what we make? Christ, Robert. I'm a secretary. I make eight dollars an hour! Do the math!"

To be honest, I never had done the math. Becky took care of the bills, the shopping, everything. I just put my paycheck in the bank, came home, ate dinner, had sex. I couldn't even begin to do the math.

"You and I want a certain lifestyle, Rob. There are things you want and things I want. Things weren't going well even after I took the job. I would see something nice I wanted and couldn't get it. You had things you wanted and we scraped and finagled and robbed Peter and Paul and put ourselves in more trouble. After a year I saw things were going to just get worse.

"There were guys at work, some of them quite cute, who were always hitting on me, some of them saying how well they could take care of me. Well, one day I confessed to one of them that I didn't know how I was going to make the mortgage and power bill next week. We were already two months behind on both. The next day he left an envelope on my desk with a thousand dollars in it and a note saying 'Take care of your family, that comes first above all things'. Just like that. A thousand dollars. I wasn't going to keep it. I told him I couldn't take it since I didn't know how I would pay it back. He just smiled, insisted I take it as a bonus for being such a good worker and friend, and not to worry about paying it back.

"I let it sit there in my desk drawer the rest of the week. But Friday morning the bank called and said that if I missed the house payment that day, they would begin foreclosure. I had no choice. I took the money to the bank, paid down a month and paid the electricity.

"That thousand helped us catch up and I paid the next couple months bills with no problem. But by then our bank account was back into overdraft. I had to go back to my friend. We talked for a couple hours after work. He does accounting and he went over all of our figures and told me that we'd be in bankruptcy within a few months. I didn't know what to do. I started crying. He told me he was willing to help, if I got his drift. I told him I couldn't. I never had. I was married. He told me to think about it overnight, and that if I couldn't accept his help, he understood. He was so nice, so kind to me, that I almost felt guilty not accepting his money.

"By the next day, though, I couldn't see how I could afford not to take his money. He's a good-looking guy, friendly and all. I tried to convince myself that it wouldn't be all that bad, that it wasn't prostitution, that it was two adults, two friends getting together for casual sex and that he was just a concerned friend simply helping me with my household expenses. I separated the two things in my mind. I had to.

"For lunch, we went to a motel. I cried the whole time. He was gentle and kind as a lover, but I didn't feel anything inside. I just blanked it out, went into a trance. I didn't even know when he was finished. I just know we got back to the office and there was another thousand dollars in my purse.

"After that first time, it became easier to do. I didn't cry anymore, but I promised myself that I wouldn't participate in the act other than to lie there. My friend complained once, but I explained to him that I couldn't hold him or kiss him, that it would seem too much like cheating. He understood and said that as long as he could have sex with me, the rest didn't matter. In some perverted way, that made me feel better and he never tried to kiss me or hold my hand again.

"This went on for almost a year, maybe twice a month, before he was transferred out of town. Before he left, he introduced me to a drinking buddy of his, told me it was my choice, but that his buddy would be willing to continue the arrangement. That day I had my first three-way right here in this house and got double the normal from each of them.

"But now that I had been with more than one guy, I had no problem with taking more. It wasn't long before I was checking out the guys in the office who were always hitting on me and wondering how large their bank accounts were. It seems the young good looking guys mostly don't have shit, plus they can't keep secrets. That much I picked up from the office gossip. However, the older execs in the company, they usually had marriage troubles and loved to bend the ear of a nice, good-looking secretary. Plus they had money and had to keep things secret or lose it to their wives in a divorce. I first became their confidant, then their masseuse and finally their lover. They don't have the fringe benefit of being young and good looking, but they are much more generous than my first friend was. I just zone out and bare it.

"So, Robert, that's what I do. That is how I keep this house over our heads. That is how you can watch football on your flat-screen TV. That is how we look respectable and well- to-do to our neighbors.

"So, do you have anything to say to me?"

"Yes," I mumbled. "I got laid off today."

There was a long silence. Yes, I know that was probably the stupidest thing to say at that moment. My wife had just confessed to being a high-priced hooker. I had just caught her in bed with a "john". I had just finished beating her and raping her. Somehow, through my liquor haze, that seemed the only thing I could say. "Well, then," she picked up after a couple minutes. "Looks like I have my work cut out for me and you have no right to say anything." She stood up and started dressing.

"You aren't going back to work today?" I asked.

"Why not? Someone's got to bring home the bacon around here."

"But you face. It's all bruised."

"What, are you afraid people will see your handiwork?" She looked in the mirror, felt her left cheek, and winced. "Don't worry, lover, Make-up hides a lot. THIS time," she stressed.

"Honey," I murmured. "Would it be rude of me to ask how many men you sleep with and how often?"

"Yes, that is rude, but I think I owe you an answer. I've had a dozen friends over the ladt three years. There are currently five men, we don't have a schedule, but I would say I do it three or four times a week."

I plopped backwards on the bed and closed my eyes. Three or four times a week? And I never even suspected. Not even an inkling. I tried to picture my wife having sex with those guys. Each time my stomach tensed into knots and my chest started hurting. My wife. My Becky. My beautiful, lovable woman being groped by all those sweaty, horny guys. Then, despite my rape of a few minutes before, I thought of how often I must have had sex with her just hours after those guys and I suddenly felt like throwing up.

"Don't worry," she called back from the dressing table. "I don't go bareback. Only you get to come inside me."

I felt her lips press softly against mine, her hand stroked the side of my face, and then she was out the door, gone back to work. Gone back to those guys.

I feel asleep and woke up early that evening feeling something soft slurping on my dick. I had passed out on the bed with my pants still around my ankle so I guessed my naked penis was a tempting and inviting target for my wife's ministrations.

I opened my eyes in the dark and vaguely saw my wife lying beside me, facing me and propping her head up with her arm.

"Be still," she whispered and with a start I realized it couldn't be her mouth around my penis. I was about to sit up, but she anticipated me and pressed a hand firmly into my chest, preventing me from rising.

"Take it easy, honey. Relax and enjoy. I brought a friend from work who is willing to pay for your services."

My eyes widened in surprise, then I smiled and started to relax. I closed my eyes and put my hands behind my head. It was a really good blowjob I was getting. My wife's friend was skillful.

Becky lightly stroked my chest and talked soothingly to me about her plans.

"You're going to be home all day now, dear. I know a lot of people how would pay dearly to be serviced by a nice, handsome, energetic stud like you. If fact, when I asked around, I found that you can earn much more than I can!"

"Mmmm," I said as a tongue swirled circles around my shaft. Becky's friend was lightly stroking my shaft with her hand while slurping delicately at the rest of my penis. Her hand movements were gradually becoming faster as she increased the sucking and tongue motion on top. I was getting a world-class blowjob and my wife was telling me I was being paid for it.

"So, you're going to stay home during the day, get the household chores done and by noon, be ready to receive customers. I'm thinking we'll set up two of the spare bedrooms as sex dens. One for you, one for me. From tomorrow on, no one but you and I get to use our bedroom. Fair enough?"

"Yes," I grunted. The blowjob was getting intense now. My balls were being tickled with one hand, my shaft stroked with another and a vacuum cleaner was working at full power on my knob. The pleasure was intense and I was starting to arch my mid section.

"Yes," my wife whispered to me. "Cum, my darling. Come into that beautiful mouth."

My wife started kissing me, pushing her tongue deep into my mouth like she does when she is aroused. I realized she was naked when her breasts pressed into my chest, heating me with their warmth. I wrapped my arms tightly around her as I bucked my hips into the air and let loose a burst of sperm into that lovely mystery mouth below. I spurted a few more times then let out a long shuddering breath as my wife broke her kiss.

"I want you to eat me out while you fuck," she said.

"Anything," I replied and she swung quickly up to straddle my face. Her beautiful pussy winked at me for a brief instant before plastering itself against my lips.

Down below, her co-worker had gently let my spent penis slide from her lips. Now she was playing with my balls and asshole, gently fingering them. I felt something cool and greasy pour between my legs and hands start to spread it around. A finger probed my anal ring then slid past my resistance to pop inside.




Making Ends Meet



My husband and I met just before our freshman year in junior college and soon started dating pretty heavily. The reason he said he was attracted to me was because I wore short skirts and tight fitting shirts that showed off my nice breast all the time. The sexy outfits I wore accentuated my 5'1" 100 lb, petite frame with the little skirts showing off my silky smooth legs.

I soon became pregnant at a very young age of 19 and married shortly afterwards. My new husband joined the military to help support his new family, and we soon found ourselves separated for long periods of time. He had to attend boot camp, school, and deployed for 4 months before I saw him again with our new son. While he was gone, I stayed with his parents and constantly ached for a hard cock. But luckily I was pregnant and didn't feel so attractive so it was easy to remain faithful during that period. 

Soon after my husband returned from sea, we moved to South Carolina his new duty station and rented an apartment. The apartment building wasn't the nicest of neighborhoods but it had to do with the small amount of money he was earning. His paycheck barely covered our car payment, apartment, food, and diapers so we found ourselves living paycheck to paycheck all the time. Not long after we arrived in Charleston, my husband had to leave again to sea, leaving me alone in a strange new place with no family or friends to help me out if I had any trouble.

It was my first time living away from home on my own, learning to manage a household, raising a brand new baby and dealing with no sex on my own was very challenging. The only person I knew was the building manager Carl, who lived above us. My husband and Carl hit it off and he would invite him over almost every night to sit around drinking and talk sports. So my husband asked Carl to check on me from time to time while he was out at sea to make sure I was ok which Carl was glad to do.

I managed things pretty well for the first two months while my husband was gone with Carl checking on me from time to time. Carl would help me carry in my groceries and stop in to make small talk usually in the evenings always being very flirtatious and funny. But in December, about a month before my husband returned I ran into some money trouble. I had budgeted enough for bills and to go buy Christmas presents for everyone and send them back home to family. I spent to much money on gifts by mistake, then my car broke down that required me to spend most of our remaining money for the month to get it fixed. My rent was due and my misfortune left me about $300 short.

Carl stopped by to pick up the rent check that morning and I broke down crying telling all about my problem. I told him I was afraid of disappointing my husband and worried that if he found out he would get very upset with me. Carl told me that he would love to help me out but he couldn't just let me skip a month of rent and he didn't have $300 to hand out for nothing. He told me if I was interested, that there was a possible way to earn that money. I told him that I couldn't work because daycare would cost too much and I have no one to watch my son. He said the job did not require me to leave home but I probably couldn't handle it. I told him I am a very hard work and never quit, so give me a chance. He proceeded to tell me that I could earn the money for rent by performing sexual favors for him. I stood there in total shock with my mouth hanging open not believing what had just been said. He told me to think on it, and he would check back with me that evening to get my answer or the rent. Newly married for just a year did I really want to cheat on my husband and chance ruining my relationship? Plus, I was very sexually naive having only been with two men in my life, and being a slut went against all the Catholic beliefs I was raised on. Strangely enough, I found myself turned on by his proposal and began to wonder if I could actually go through with it. 

At 8 pm, I had just put my son down asleep in his crib when Carl returned looking for my answer. He had a huge grin on his face and looked very pleased when I told him I would do it since I had no other choice and needed the money. Not to mention, I was pretty horny for not having sex for over 2 months and wanted to get fucked pretty bad. 

Carl grabbed me by the hand and led me to my bedroom and told me to undress because he was dying to see my young hard body naked. As I undressed out of my little tight shorts and t-shirt, he began undressing himself. At 48, Carl was in pretty good shape but had a slight beer belly. He was 6 foot tall, built like a football player, black, and standing next to me he dwarfed my tiny body.

He ravaged my body with his eyes, telling me to lie on the bed in different positions so he could get a good look at what he was paying to enjoy. I pushed my 36C breast together showing him my hard nipples pulling on them one at a time. Then I spread my legs showing him my freshly shaven pussy slowly running my fingers across my moistening lips. Finally, he asked me to bend over doggie style, so he could see my sexy little ass. It surprised me that he didn't just jumped right on, attack me, and do his business, but actually enjoyed making me wait for him. I was getting turned on more and more as he made me wait for him to touch me.

He was standing by the bed rubbing his hard cock through his boxers which I could see a distinctive bulge. Then he told me to slide to the end of the bed and remove his boxers for him. As I got to the end of the bed, he bent down and kissed me on the lips as my hands found his boxer and slid them down to the floor. As we broke from kissing and he stood up, I saw the biggest and thickest cock I have ever seen in my life. His cock was pointing straight out at me and had to be at least 10 to 12" long and thick as my wrist. He didn't have to say anything to me; I instinctively took his big cock in both hands and began stroking him mesmerized by its size.

He told me to put it in my mouth and suck his cock, so I tried my best to fit as much as I could but it was only the tip. As I sucked his cock, he ran his hands all over my tits, ass, and stopping on my pussy driving me wildly insane. His big fingers found their way to my clit rubbing it in slow small circles, then sliding one, then two, fingers deep inside my aching cunt.

He told me to slide back up on the bed so he could eat my sweet pussy. Working his way kissing up my thighs and burying his face in my sopping wet pussy made me come like never before. Once he had my pussy-dripping wet, he asked me if I was ready to take his big cock. I said I hope so, but I am scared because I never had a cock bigger the 6". I told him to wait a second and got a condom from my husband's nightstand and placed it on Carl's cock. The condom was super tight on his huge meat stick and barely went halfway down his shaft then I begged him to fuck me.

He slowly placed the head of his huge cock against my cunt lips, slowly rubbing it up and down on them. Then he slowly slid his cock it into my wanting cunt letting me adjust to the huge girth. As I adjusted to his size he slowly began driving his cock in and out of my aching pussy. God, it was huge!!! It hurt so good and I was cumming over and over again with every deep thrust, but he was still only getting half of it in me. So, he told me to climb on top and see if it was more comfortable that way. So, I slid down on his massive tool feeling it reach into my stomach.

I was riding his cock really hard as he sucked on my breast and slid his finger in my ass (never had that done before then) making me shake with the most intense orgasm ever. He told me that his cock was ready to explode but he wanted me doggie style. So he got behind me and really began to give it to me harder than I thought possible. As I looked down at his huge tool going in and out of my pussy, I saw that the condom was lying on the bed and he was riding me bare back. And before I could move he began grunting and pulling me back out his long cock filling my pussy full of his seaman. He pulled his cock out and stared at my pussy as I lay on the bed trying to recover from the hard pounding I just received. And told me that he hope my husband doesn't get mad at him for ruining my pussy with his big cock. While I was wondering how I am going to explain to my husband being pregnant with a black baby.

Carl came over several more times before my husband finally returned, so I can work off the rent payment. He fucked me one more time leaving his cum deep in me just before I went to pickup my husband. I felt like such a slut for fucking a guy while my husband was gone and even in his bed and he never knew he got sloppy seconds on his return home. But sometimes sacrifices are needed to keep things running at home.



Making Ends Meet



Author's Note: These stories are based on my life experiences. 

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This next story is about my first erotic Halloween party and all of the events leading up to it and, although I've been to others since, it still remains one my favorites from over the years...

So far, I've succeeded in telling about my life in a sequential fashion -- and I'm going to try to stick with that format (even though I've had a few requests for some current stories). Of course, if it takes me as long as it has to get my last seven years written as it has so far I'll never tell a current one -- so perhaps I might just throw in a current one now and then just for fun -- but not today.

As with my previous writing, this one is from a time in my life about 7 years ago -- when I was just turning 21 and still attending university (UBC in Vancouver, Canada). I was still living in UBC dorms at Thunderbird Park with my roommate Cheryl. 

For those who haven't already read my stories, (or have already forgotten from the overload you get from pouring through the thousands of other stories on this site) a little about myself...

I'm the classic 'medium-height-curly-blonde-haired-blue-eyed-cutie' that guys like to dream of (or so my guy likes to tell me). I'm 5'6, and back then I was quite athletic, with the hard body to match (I still keep myself in pretty good shape today -- but back then between running, soccer and volleyball I was in great shape). For the tit-men out there, I have 34B cup breasts with puffy brownish-pink nipples whose nubs seem to love poking out like hard little pencil erasers with the least amount of provocation. And for the rest of you, I keep my 'kitty' either very neatly trimmed, or shaved completely, and ever since my first oral encounter, I've kept my lips shaved bald. I'm told I have a nice ass -- though I've always though it was a bit too round, but what do I know. Oh, and I love sunbathing (nude, of course), I tan fairly easily (with SPF 10 applied liberally), and I keep my summer tan well into the fall too. 

It was a Thursday and a week had past since my last exhibiting (and fucking a stranger) adventure and mid-October was already here. 

I was on my way to the cafeteria to meet Cheryl for lunch when I saw a poster advertising the annual "Halloween Howler" pub crawl. This event is sponsored by the UBC and Simon Fraser student unions and consists of a huge fleet of rented buses crammed with alcohol fueled students touring dozens and dozens of local pubs & clubs... 

Although a night of partying was not out of the question for us, the idea doing something a little different on Halloween seemed like a good idea to me -- I made up my mind to talk to Cheryl about it today a lunch. I found a quiet table off to the side, in the warmth of the late autumn sunshine pouring in through the window, and waited. 

As I was considering our options, I glanced up and saw Gail headed my way. For those of you who don't remember Gail, she is also a student a UBC and lives just down the hall from Cheryl and I -- Oh... and she had also just become my second female lover the previous weekend.

Our encounter had started on the Thursday before last weekend in the girl's shower, and ended (at least so far) in a Sunday afternoon spent naked in bed exploring each other completely. Although she had been initially apprehensive, as I was her first lesbian lover, it didn't take her long at all to begin enjoying herself -- and by the end of the day as she clung to my body she proclaimed herself to be "a confirmed bi-sexual woman".

I caught her eye, and she grinned as she approached. She looked absolutely fantastic as she approached, in jeans and sweater, her well proportioned breasts filled out the sweater to make a form that had every guy in the place watching. 

She immediately came to me and bent forward as I leaned back in my chair and tilted my head back in expectation of a hug. Instead, she treated and greeted me by planting a full kiss on my lips. As soon as our lips met, I parted mine and she did likewise as we allowed each other just the briefest taste of each other. Although I had not been expecting such warmth in her greeting, it excited me to know she was clearly completely open about expressing her sexuality and I felt that now familiar tingle in my pussy. 

I remember thinking to myself that half the guys in the place probably thought 'Damn, they're gay' and the other half thought 'Damn, a potential threesome'. I liked that thought completely.

She disengaged her kiss, pulled out the chair next to me and sat at once. I held out my hand and she took it in hers as she sat. "Katie," she exhaled, "you have no idea how much I've been thinking about you. I've been dying to do that since Sunday!" She laughed, "Damn, I can't believe I just did that -- I have no idea who was watching us just now." She glanced around, nervously, but still smiling.

"And it's great to see you too!" I giggled. As I watched her sit, my desire for her only increased, and I found myself squirming slightly in my chair as I repeatedly clenched and relaxed my pussy.

Already she had that same sexy excited look from the week before in the shower, and then last Sunday in her room. Along with the look, I could hear the excitement in her voice as she said, "I'm so glad I found you! Are you busy? I'm free for a few hours..." And, well, I thought maybe we could, uh, go upstairs for a while?" 

"Oh, yes, sweetie, I'm sure we can find some time together very soon. Right now, I'm waiting for my room-mate, Cheryl, she should be along in a few minutes -- she said she needed to meet me right away -- it sounded urgent." I could see the disappointment register on her face, "But maybe after lunch, we could find some time to ourselves?" In my mind, I was already mentally stripping Gail naked even as we sat there -- I shifted my legs towards her and let my calf rest against hers. My mind drifted quickly to an image of how soft and smooth those legs had felt wrapped together around mine the last time we were together. 

She brightened instantly, "Mmmm, now that would be wonderful..."

"You haven't officially met Cher yet have you?" I asked. Still thinking about our last encounter, I remembered the taste of her sweet nectar and I felt myself getting wet. 

"No, I've seen her, but we've not been introduced." Gail started to look concerned, "Is she, uh..., does she know about you and I?"

I laughed, "Oh Gail, Cher knows everything, we don't have any secrets from each other. After I left you on Sunday, Cher and I spent the evening talking about you before we fell asleep together. In fact, the only thing she was jealous about was that she didn't get to join in the fun." A mental image of the three of us together in bed flashed through my head.

Gail relaxed and smiled slyly, "So you two are lovers then, I'd wondered... In fact I was sure, but I didn't know how to ask. So she would have joined us huh... Hmmm, that might be a lot of fun some time." 

"Yeah, it would be -- but very, very cramped in our twin dorm beds." I giggled. The picture continued (Legs entwined, lips kissing and sucking, our naked bodies pressed against each other, consumed by lust...)

As Gail and I talked we had completely turned our back on the people coming into the cafeteria, and I jumped slightly in surprise at the feel of a hand on my right shoulder. It was Cheryl, of course who had quietly approached us as we talked. 

"I'm not interrupting anything am I?" I heard her ask quietly.

I was instantly on my feet, and hugging her, I pulled back and kissed her warmly on the lips, and then turned and introduced her to Gail. She looked simply fantastic as always, her South-East Asian olive skin was a perfect contrast to the white silk blouse she wore under her open black woolen coat. I knew she wore no bra, because I'd watched her dress this morning. Though it was mostly hidden by her coat, I could still make out the outline of her nipple through the thin silk where the coat was parted open. The urge to reach out and cup it was strong -- and I barely resisted. 

Cheryl slipped her coat from her shoulders as I dropped back into my chair.

Gail's eyes roamed over her hungrily -- I watched as her gaze traveled from the pointed calf-high black lace-up boots she was wearing, up her long lean jean-clad legs, past her slim tummy and well shaped breasts (now with those hard pointed nubs I love so much clearly outlined in the material) until they finally came to rest in direct eye contact with Cheryl.

If Cheryl was surprised by being appraised so brazenly, she didn't show it -- indeed, she just smiled at Gail pleasantly and coolly, as if to say, 'You like what you see'.

Gail broke the look first, as she slid over to the chair beside her allowing Cheryl to sit between us. 

"Wow, both my lovers together -- It's too bad we don't have more time to explore this situation right now, Cher. Gail, here tells me she'd like the three of us to have a little fun together sometime. And I was telling her you were thinking the same thing... We just need a little more room to make it happen, that's all..." I said, while grinning like the proverbial Cheshire cat... 

Gail flushed a little, but Cher clapped her hands together with glee and laughed "Katie, you never cease to amaze me, I had no idea you'd just up and 'out' me to her like that!" And then she turned to Gail, and said a little more seriously, "But yes, I think I'd like that a lot..."

Gail slowly blinked, and then looked Cheryl over and said quietly, "Yes, from what I see, I know I would too..."

I interrupted "Cher, I've got an idea for Halloween, but first, what was so important that you needed to meet at lunch today?" 

Then Cheryl got serious, "I've got a problem, Katie, a big problem..." She looked down at her shoes, and then up at me, "You already know I'm not doing well in a couple of my classes. What with working in my off hours, and all the studying piling up, I still feel like I can't keep up."

She continued "Hell, we haven't even been partying much..."

I nodded and Gail said "I know exactly how you feel."

Cheryl looked her way and said "Thanks." She looked back to me, "It's not that I won't pass them -- I will, I know I will, but just barely -- and that means I won't maintain a "B" average, and that means good bye to the scholarship and the paid for housing... And that's what's freaking me out." 

Grimmer now, she started to look like she would break into tears any second, "I really, really worried, I know my parents will pay my tuition, but if I have to rent a place too I don't know... I don't think they can afford that... And working at Starbuck's just isn't going to make enough money to pay rent too." 

I could hear her voice cracking a little, "I don't know what this means for us either..." Now she was actually very close to tears... 

"Cher, if we have to move, we have to move..." I told her bravely, but in my mind, I knew my parents couldn't afford to pay rent, and my part time work certainly wouldn't cover it either. "I'm not going to let you move away or have to go back home." 

She looked up, and smiled, a little sadly, "But how, you've told me your family can't afford to help much more than they can, right?"

That was when Gail interrupted, "Look it you two, what if the three of us rented a place together -- maybe that would help -- we could all share in the rent?"

I was startled by the suggestion, and Cheryl just turned and looked. 

"Hell, my parents are both so loaded they could afford to rent the place for all three of us. They're both successful realtors in the interior -- believe me, they can afford it. The only reason I'm staying in these little holes is because I needed a place for the first semester -- I'm already looking for somewhere else to live. What about it?" 

Both were clearly astonished at Gail's generosity, "You're kidding us -- we hardly even know each other!" I said in shock.

She leaned forward and said seriously, and forcefully, "We know each other well enough to sleep together don't we? Even if Cher and I haven't yet, we will." She looked straight a Cheryl.

"Besides," she continued, "I've already found a couple of two bedroom apartments for $1100.00 a month in Kitsilano Beach that my parents were willing to rent for me alone. How hard can it be to find a three bedroom for a little more -- you girls could afford to pay the extra between you right?"

Without pausing for hardly a second she went on, "Even if you couldn't afford that I'll bet if I told my parents it was $1500 a month they'd put up the bucks just to show each other up!" 

When she saw the look of surprised shock on our faces, she laughed, and said, "Come on you two, what have you got to lose?" 

I looked at Cheryl, who was sitting back in her chair with a dazed look on her face, and I thought for a few seconds, and then realized, Gail was right -- we didn't have anything to lose that we weren't going to lose anyway -- and besides, I was going crazy in the cramped space in our dorm. "I'm in if you are Cher!" I laughed.

Cher looked at me, and then to Gail, and then at me again and then she said something that delighted us completely, "Ask, and God provides, Katie! I prayed for an answer this morning, but I never expected a solution so quick, Katie. I'm in!"

Gail laughed and we put our hands together...

Cher started smiling again, broadly this time, her eyes alight with excitement, "Now I can't wait for us to move in together!" 

Gail smiled at her and quietly said "Me too!"

We all quickly agreed to spend Sunday looking at places.

Gail then turned to me, "Now then Cher, what was your idea for Halloween, I'm ready for some fun!"

"Well, when I came in I saw the sign for the Halloween Pub Crawl, and it got me thinking. I'm not really interested in that craziness, but I would really like to have a little party." 

The other two were nodding in agreement, so I went on. "I was thinking about a house party..."

Gail looked a little doubtful, "But we have no house..."

Cheryl giggled, I knew she had read my mind, "But our boyfriends do!"

"Exactly," I laughed, "now all we need to do is convince them to go for it." 

Cheryl said smiling, "Oh, I'm pretty sure I can convince both Dave and Chris easily enough. Especially if I promise them some 'treats'. "

Gail was watching us both with an interested look on her face. "Oh, I know I can convince Keith too, but it needs to be more than just the six of us," I said including Gail in our plans. I looked to her, "You're interested aren't you?"

"Oh yes, more than interested, waaayyy more than just interested..." She grinned.

"Good! Now, are you ready 'cause I was thinking about more than just getting dressed up. I've heard of an event in San Francisco called the Erotic Exotica Ball, where the costumes are very minimal and quite wild -- I'd like to try to convince the guys to hold a small one here at their house?"

Cheryl laughed aloud, "Oh, I should have know you would have some kind of wild-assed sexy plan in your head. Okay, I'm still interested, but who do we get to come?"

Gail looked a little surprised, but chimed in "I'm STILL in. In fact, now I'm really interested! I've never heard of that thing in San Francisco, but your idea sounds great anyway."

I expanded my plan further, "I was thinking, if all six of us could think of at least one other person to bring, and tried for two each, that would make more than twenty if they brought partners. Is that enough for a party?" Now they had heard almost all of my plan, I was worried that the though of being half (completely?) naked with that many people might scare either Cheryl, or Gail off -- I needn't have worried as it turned out.

Gail paused for a second, looked thoughtful, and then said, "There's another girl I work with, who might come, and yeah, I know at least two of the guys in the pub would probably come too -- especially if they thought there was a chance of seeing me half naked, yeah, I think those numbers sound right."

I was surprised that she didn't even hesitate about the half-naked part. 

Cheryl was almost equally quick to come up with a few ideas of her own, "Well, there's Marilyn my Chem. Lab partner -- she's told me she's been to Wreck quite a few times, so she might be interested in something a crazy at this. And let's see, hmmm... Oh, there's Billy, he's kinda' geeky, but cute -- I'll bet I could get him to at least think about it -- He's my partner in my anatomy class. I'm pretty sure he would love to have a look at my anatomy!" She finished with a giggle.

"I knew it -- now all we have to do is convince the guys!" 

Cheryl winked at me, and smiled, "I think we should try to convince them on Saturday night, Dave and Chris have already invited me to come over for an evening of fun. And you and Keith will probably be hanging out anyway, what about joining us Gail?" 

Gail smiled, and said, "Maybe, I will at that, I'm supposed to work Saturday, but I might just be able to get it off. What time?"

"Be ready to go at 7, and we'll come get you then. Hey, I gotta' run you two, my next class is in 15 minutes." And with that Cheryl gave me a hug and a light kiss on the lips. She turned to Gail gave her a hug as well, and then she turned to Gail's left ear, whispered something just out of earshot from me, giggled and left with a wave.

Gail blushed a little and smiled.

I looked at Gail's grinning face and asked, "What was that about?" 

"Cheryl told me not to wear you out completely, she wanted a little of you left for her tonight when she got home."

I laughed, "So far no one's been able to wear me out, you wanna try?" I grinned at her, stood, and put out my hand to help her to her feet.

She immediately took it, arose and continued holding it after she stood, "Let's go!", was all she said.

Quickly we made our way to her room. Although we had already made love once before, this was my first opportunity to undress her -- she had been stark naked when she greeted me at the door last Sunday. 

We entered her room with her leading, and me behind, and as soon as the door closed behind us she stopped and I held her from behind. My hands reached for her sweater bottom, and I lifted it up her back. She offered no resistance, and in fact helped by raising her arms as I pulled it up and over her head. Her hair was up again, just as it had been in the shower, and as leaned in and kissed he soft nape of neck I heard her soft intake of breathe.

My arms wrapped around her, until I could intertwine my fingers on her soft smooth belly. My lips continued their soft caress of her neck and I felt her move back against me sexily.

I let my hands roam upwards, until they cupped her breasts from behind. I slipped my slim fingers into the cup of her bra and I cupped one in each hand. "Take it off, Katie... Undress me, please" I heard her murmur. 

My fingers found their way to her front bra catch, I unsnapped it, freeing her tits. She dropped her arms and I pulled back long enough to let the flimsy material drop free. Once again my hands enveloped her -- cupping her soft round perfectly formed mounds in my palms, I let my finger tips ever so softly trace their way to her nipples. The little pointy nubs they are responded to my touch instantly -- I knew from our past encounter they were already flushing to a deep pinky/red at even my gentlest touch.

My lips continued to trail soft damp kisses along the back of her neck as she leaned back against me.

"Undress me completely, Katie." I heard her whimper. 

I continued my caresses and my kisses instead. 

"Please Katie, I need to be naked with you." She pleaded.

I relented and allowed my hands to move down across her flat tummy, until I found the button top of her jeans. She drew in her already flat stomach in further so as to loosen the waist, and I easily unbuttoned them. 




Making Ends Meet



My right hand drew the zipper down, and I felt them loosening against me. I put both my hands on the sides of them, tugged downwards to the full extent my arms would reach without letting go of her. I felt them slide off her ass. With my tongue, I slowly licked my way down her naked back, alternately licking and kissing my way down as I sank to my knees behind her. My hands had still not released her jeans, but instead I was pulling them lower as I dropped, until they were puddled at her feet. And then, with my hands holding her steady, she deftly kicked both her jeans and her runners off of her sock-less feet.

I now was kneeling behind here -- her soft sexy ass in front of my face. Her thong panty barely visible between the crack in her ass. I planted soft kisses on each cheek and licked top of the cleft of her ass cheeks -- she moaned in response.

My hands were on the front of her calves, not having moved from steadying her yet. I began to work them upwards -- past her knees, to her lower thighs, and then higher still to her upper thighs. My fingers were on the inside of her legs and mere inches from her pussy. 

I slid then higher until each index finger rested against the bulge of her clit. Her wetness was instantly apparent as I felt that her slick wet juices had soaked through the thin material of her panties. Although I couldn't see it, I pictured her wet bulging clit in my mind, and knew that mine was no different. 

I let my hands move inwards and also upwards slowly -- making sure that each of my fingertips grazed across wet slippery bulge. In turn as each finger touched her distended clit, she shook lightly in pleasure. Finally my hands had reached the top of her panties, I hooked my fingers into the side strings of her panties, and I tugged them slowly. Once off of her waist I released them and they dropped to her ankles.

I released her and allowed her a second the step out them, and in doing so she turned towards me as I knelt before her. I already knew where she wanted my mouth -- she was dying to have her clit, which sticks out like a short fat tongue between her pussy lips, was dying to be licked clean of it's salty sweetness. Although I had only tasted Cheryl's pussy, and of course my own, I didn't have a lot of experience with the different taste of women. But through my experience with her last Sunday I had already learned to love her taste sweet juices -- so different from both mine and Cheryl's.

Gladly, I obliged her silent wish as I stuck out my tongue, leaned in and buried my face in her pussy.

"Oh, Jesus," I heard her cry out lightly, even as my tongue just touched her. She opened her legs wider and pushed herself down onto my opened mouth. I probed deeply with my outstretched tongue -- her juices coated my lips and smeared onto my chin as I dug deeper into her. She was absolutely sopping wet -- far wetter than Cheryl or I ever get -- which delighted me to no end. At my first experience with Cher, I had realized I love eating pussy almost as much as I love having mine own eaten. 

With my hands clasped behind her, cupping her ass I found her super-sensitive g-spot and I began to play with it, her knees buckled lightly as soon as I found it and she gasped and coated my face with a fresh smear of pussy juice. 

"Katie, I need to lie own, Or I'll fall down." I heard her whimper.

I pulled out from her cunt, just long enough to answer her, "Not until you undress me, my love." And then I probed my tongue into her again.

"Oh fuck!" she gasped, as I felt her spasm above me. My hands continued to steady her, as she rocked from her orgasm.

And then, I felt her hands on my shoulders, urging me to stand.

I rose to my feet, kissing my way quickly up her body, taking enough time though to such each nipple in turn into my mouth, before putting my pussy smeared lips to hers. 

She took in my kiss and sucked hungrily on my mouth -- and then licked my face, tasting herself on me.

I felt her hands steal to my side and grab the sides of the sweatshirt I was wearing. She lifted it quickly up and I helped with my arms and within seconds I was wearing only my bottoms, as I was braless as always.

Her hands busied themselves with my jean buttons, undoing each of them until they were open in the front. Without waiting to be free of clothing one hand of hers snuck down the front of my panties on my bare skin. I closed my eyes in anticipation of her touch -- and only opened them again as she slipped her finger into my well lubricated hole. My clit was aching to be touched, but instead she withdrew her hand. She slipped this same finger into her soaked cunt for a second and then lifted it to her mouth and licked it clean.

"Mmmm, our pussies together taste great..." she laughed and then she reached for my jeans. With her fingers hooked into both my jeans and my panties, she tugged downwards, pulling my jeans down off my ass. Then she pushed me backwards on to the edge of her bed, and she sank to her knees in front of me. Obligingly I spread my knees for her as the jeans dropped down. She pulled each of my runners off, and then my jeans and panties free. And voila, there I lay, naked and spread eagle in front of her as she kneeled in front of me -- not a position I had been in before with her -- but one I loved being in.

She lowered her mouth to my pussy, and tasted my lips first -- teasing, licking and sucking on each one at a time. She paused for a second and looked at me, "You taste great, Katie! I can't believe how much I love the taste of pussy! Before Sunday I had never ever tasted a woman, and now, I can't get enough. This morning I was so turned on, I even started tasting my own pussy." She giggled. And then she lowered her head and proceeded to suck me clean.

Her tongue dove into my pussy licking and sucking up every drop my pussy produced -- which is, seemingly endless. In between tasting me, she played with my love button relentlessly, and I buck and squealed in orgasmic pleasure. There is no doubt that anyone walking by the outside of our room knew that someone was getting thoroughly treated -- although I'm not sure they might have guessed it was by another woman.

My orgasm that afternoon was stunning -- there is no other word for it -- as I writhed in pleasure, Gail continued to keep me on the edge -- teasing and nibbling on me as I shook and gasped and cried out alternately for more, and for her to stop...

Finally, my body shook on convulsion after convulsion as wave after monumental wave of pleasure washed over me. I cried lightly and in joy from the pleasure of it.

Only then did Gail relent. Finally she crawled up my sweat soaked body and lay down, slightly on top -- slightly to the right of me, with her left leg buried between mine, and our pussy's were mashed against each other's thighs. I could feel the wetness of her cunt soaking my thigh, and I knew I needed to make her equally crazy sometime soon, but for now, we both seemed content to lay there kissing as I took my turn licking my juices from her sweet, sexy face.

I resolved to make sure Cheryl got to enjoy Gail as soon as I could manage it -- and if that meant tonight, then good. 

Even as I was thinking things through, we were laying there together in each others arms, softly kissing and stroking each other in complete sexual bliss. I knew then our plan for Cheryl, Gail and I to move in together was perfect. Not only had I already given my heart to Cheryl, but this afternoon I gave it to Gail too. I was smart enough to know that being granted an opportunity to love two people at the same time, in the same way, without jealousy creeping in was a gift that should simply not be wasted.

In the mean time, I drifted off to a quiet slumber in my new found lover's arms.



Making Ends Meet



Part 1: The Ad

Tom lost his job in February, and in the nearly nine months since he and his wife's savings had dwindled to crisis levels. To make matters worse, in a couple of weeks they would likely miss their third mortgage payment in a row, and fears of foreclosure were constantly on their minds. Susan was a loving and supportive wife, and she desperately wanted to help her husband, but she had no ideas as to how to get them out of this bind.

Well, no realistic ideas, anyway. In fact, she had seen an ad in the newspaper a few days earlier that got her thinking, but, well...no, she couldn't seriously consider *that* as an option. Could she?

"Small multimedia company seeks amateur couples for special modeling sessions. Good pay. Repeat opportunities possible."

Susan knew what they meant by "special modeling" -- or, at least, she had a good idea. She and Tom were in their early 40s and both in good shape. Susan had lovely curves and was very busty, and Tom was rather well-endowed -- just the right size, in her opinion. Their sex life was strong and occasionally a little kinky, though Tom's difficulties in making a living had certainly had a negative impact on the intensity of their lovemaking in the last few months. Who knows? Perhaps they could kill two birds with one stone?

No, she thought to herself, he'd never consider answering such an ad, and neither would she. Would she? The thought of the two of them "modeling" in front of a camera (not to mention the stranger holding the camera!) was actually rather arousing to her. And, she recalled, they had occasionally fantasised together about having sex in front of strangers to spice up things in the bedroom. But, no, there was no way they could actually go through with it, not even to solve their financial troubles.

Over the next few days, though, Susan's thoughts kept returning to the ad and the idea of doing some "special modeling". The idea started to become such an obsession for her that she eventually decided to find a way to gauge Tom's interest -- and maybe convince him to give it a try.

One night when they were in bed, Susan reached under the sheets and began stroking Tom's leg to see get his attention. He responded to her touch with a gentle kiss, and her hand moved up to his cock, which unfortunately was still soft. She decided to see if their old exhibitionist fantasy would motivate him and asked, "What if we were on camera right now?" Tom smiled and began fondling her breasts through her nightgown, and Susan felt his cock begin to grow.

"Do you think the audience might like to watch me do this?" and she began to plant gentle kisses down his chest and stomach until she reached his boxers. Tom's cock was starting to strain against the fabric in response to her attentions, so she reached in and pulled it free. 

"Oh, yes, I think they'd enjoy watching you, sexy thing."

Tom groaned in pleasure as she started running her tongue up and down his shaft. Susan took him deeply into her mouth, and in a few minutes had him very slick and dripping with pre-come. Susan knew that her expert blowjob wouldn't allow him to last very long, so she decided to take a chance.

"You know, honey, I saw an interesting ad in the newspaper last week."

Tom came back to Earth for a moment. "Yes?"

"It said a small multimedia company was looking for amateur couples."

"What?" Tom asked.

"They need couples for modeling sessions, and I thought it might be a way for us to get past our money problems."

Tom's erection began to wane a bit, and he asked, "What are you talking about, Susan? Adult movies? Are you serious?"

"Well, sort of. I mean, we've always had a fantasy about being watched while we do it, and I *know* that idea turns you on." She squeezed his semi-hard erection and felt it begin to stir again. "I don't know. Am I crazy?"

"Yes, but...are you serious?" he asked a second time. "Do you mean really having sex on camera? What if some of our friends were to see it?"

"Well, then I guess they'd have to admit they were looking at porn."

"I don't know, Susan. I know we really need the money, but are we in that deep?" Tom asked.

"I don't want to lose the house, Tom."

Tom's erection disappeared almost completely at that remark, and Susan knew she'd said the wrong thing.

"Sweetheart, I didn't mean to upset you. But when I saw the ad, I admit I found it very exciting. We've both gotten off on the idea of fucking in front of other people, so why not fulfill that fantasy and take care of our finances at the same time?"

Tom started to relax again, and said, "I'm sorry. The whole topic just makes me feel, you know, inadequate." 

Susan smiled seductively at her husband and started stroking him again.

"Oh you're not 'inadequate' at all, Tom. See?"

His cock start rising again in response to her efforts.

"Besides, don't you like the idea of other men and women watching me suck your big, hard cock and then ride you like a whore?"

Tom loved it when Susan talked dirty to him, and her last question really turned his mood back around. Susan saw her chance and continued.

"Don't you like imagining another woman playing with herself while she watches you pound me from behind and make me come over and over?" she asked, as his eight-inch erection reached its full status.

"And after you've fucked me senseless, don't you like the thought of other men jerking themselves off as you roll me over and spray your come all over me, with the camera watching every drop land on my face and tits."

At this, Tom made up his mind. He grabbed Susan roughly and pushed her onto her back. He forced her legs wide open and slid his cock into her wet pussy in a single stroke. She gasped at his deep penetration and began to moan as he thrust into her cunt over and over. Her naughty talk about making a movie together brought her to the edge very quickly, and, as she came, Tom filled her with his seed.

A few minutes later in the afterglow, Tom said "That was amazing, sweetheart...Let's call them in the morning."

Susan smiled and fell asleep snuggled against his chest.

--

Part 2: The Interview

The next day, Susan sent an email to the address in the ad. She explained that she and her husband (without giving their names) were interested in the opportunity, and asked what they should do next.

In a matter of minutes, she received a reply from a woman named "Sheila", who said that their company, called "AmX", produced erotic videos featuring amateur couples primarily for viewing by other couples. The videos were accompanied by still shots, and both pictures and movies were available on their members-only website. They offered each couple a fee upon completion of a session: a minimum of $1,000 for a "basic" session, and upwards of $3,000 depending on how far they were willing to go. In addition, the couple would receive 10% royalties based on the popularity of their videos. Sheila suggested that they come by the studios the next day to get a better idea of what they were getting themselves into.

Susan took at look at the website, and was surprised at its high-quality and classiness -- well, classy for a porn site, anyway. She showed the message and the website to Tom, and they worked together on a reply. They decided to give their first names only (for now), and they agreed to an appointment with Sheila in the afternoon the following day. The rest of the evening was tense for both of them, but they fell asleep soon after climbing under the covers.

The next day on the way to the studio, they talked about what questions they should ask Sheila. The most obvious ones were what she meant by a "basic" session, and what was necessary to make more money. They also wanted to know who would be present during filming, and what sort of people were members at their website. When they finally arrived at the interview, they were more nervous than ever.

"It's just a meeting," said Tom. "We haven't made any decisions yet, and we can leave at any time."

"Agreed," said Susan.

The studio looked very new, and immediately after they walked in the door, they were greeting by a woman who was undoubtedly Sheila and a tall man whom they guessed was her husband. Sheila was relatively short -- perhaps only around 5'0" -- but she had an astonishing figure. She was thin but with huge breasts and a visage that seemed to exude sexuality. 

"You must be Susan and Tom! It's so nice to meet you!" she said before giving them very close hugs (which Tom especially enjoyed).

"I'm Chuck, Sheila's trophy husband," said the tall man. He was joking, but Susan found him to be very attractive. He shook Tom's hand and then gave Susan a kiss on the cheek, which made Susan smile brightly and caught Tom off guard.

"Shall we chat?" asked Sheila, directing them to a small office nearby.

After they were seated, Sheila got the ball rolling. "I'm guessing you have a lot of questions."

"Yes, we do" said Susan. "First, what do you mean by a 'basic' session? What do most couples do? How does the pay relate?"

"OK. I think we can deal with most of those sorts of practical questions by looking at a few photos," said Sheila, and she reached into a drawer in the nearby desk and pulled out a large album with colored tabs. She flipped open the album to an early page, and both Susan and Tom flushed with a bit of embarrassment.

The first shot they saw was of a naked couple standing next to a large four-poster bed in an intimate embrace. They were kissing passionately, with the woman's arms wrapped around the man's neck. His hands were cupping the globes of her rather large behind, and his cock (not too large, but a decent size) was at full attention between them. The second shot was of the same couple, but the woman was now on her knees in front of the man rubbing his cock across her face, which was slick with his pre-come. A third shot showed the woman riding the man, but facing away from him and toward the camera -- "reverse cowgirl", as Sheila described it, eliciting a snicker from Susan. The next image was of the man mounting the woman from behind at such an angle that the penetration was clearly visible to the camera. The last shot in the series depicted the aftermath of his orgasm, with long lines of come across the woman's back and ass, and semen dripping from his still-hard cock.

"So that's a 'basic' session: foreplay, hard fucking in at least two positions, and a cumshot," said Sheila, matter-of-factly. "Do you want to keep going?"

"Yes, please," said Tom, with a bit more enthusiasm than he'd intended. Susan gave a subtle smile and squeezed his thigh under the table. Chuck noticed this exchange, but said nothing.

Sheila moved to the next tab, and Susan caught her breath at the first image: a white woman with small breasts and red hair riding a *very* large black cock. The contrast in their skin tones -- hers very pale and his equally dark -- seemed to make the images that much more striking and primal. After photos of the couple in several different positions, the series ended with the man straddling the woman's chest and fisting his cock over her. Long ropes of come stretched across her face and red hair, reaching all the way to the pillows behind her. Susan was astonished and a very aroused by the size of the black man's penis, which had to be ten inches long, at least.

"This may be a weird question," said Tom, "but why wasn't that one just a 'basic' session?"

"Because the guy doing her isn't her husband," said Sheila. "In fact, do you see the fellow in the background watching in this pic? That's her man. They came in to satisfy her fetish for really big dicks, 'cause her husband's is too small." The businesslike manner in which Sheila described such elicit sex acts was almost comforting to Tom and Susan.

The next tab started with a photo series of a very normal-looking couple -- really they could have been Susan and Tom's neighbors -- engaged in somewhat vanilla foreplay of kissing and fondling. When the photos moved up to a kneeling blowjob from the woman, Tom found himself wondering why this set wasn't considered "basic" -- until another woman appeared kneeling beside her in the next image.

"Wait, is that you, Sheila?" asked Susan. "And, holy shit, is that Lara, from down the street?"

Tom looked closer and exclaimed, "And that's her husband, Rick!"

"Yes, they were interested in taking their session to a more adventurous level. Lara seemed rather attracted to me, and so I was happy to join them."

Susan and Tom looked rapturously at the photo series of their neighbors, which included Rick getting a double blowjob, fucking both his wife and Sheila from behind, Lara licking Sheila's pussy (and vice versa), and, as a finale, Rick shooting a huge load of come all over both Lara and Sheila's faces as they knelt on the floor in front of him.

"We have other couples who've asked Chuck to join them, and other's who've been willing to share with both of us at the same time," said Sheila. "One of our especially adventurous couples had a full-blown gangbang session, in which the husband has shared his wife with five or six of our most talented male performers."

Susan listened to these anecdotes with increasing arousal, but finally got her head together enough to ask more questions. "Which scenes are the most popular with your members?" asked Susan.

"Oh, probably the threesomes, especially two men with one woman. Busty women like you get downloaded a lot, of course, especially if they can handle large cocks and know how to take a cumshot properly. Also, if you can act at least a little and pull off a bit of role playing, you'll spice up the scene and get more attention. And frankly, the more downloads you get, the bigger your royalties."

Sheila switched to the next set of photos, this time of Chuck with another couple. The woman in this one was on her hands and knees, sandwiched between Chuck and the woman's husband, with Chuck's enormous cock in her mouth and her husband's in her cunt. In another shot, she was riding Chuck while sucking her husband, and the final image showed her on her knees between the two men with their come all over her face, hair, and tits. Tom noticed that Susan seemed to linger over these images just a bit longer than the others.

"How many people are actually present for the shooting?" asked Tom.

"Well, that depends," answered Chuck, whose eyes had been fixed on Susan through most of the conversation. "Besides the models, we'll usually have two cameras going to get various angles, plus at least one still-photographer, a lighting guy and a guy for the boom mike. So, I guess that would be five or six for a basic scene. But the crew is very professional, and they've seen pretty much everything you can imagine."

"So, what do you think?" asked Sheila.

"I think...we'd like to think about it," said Susan, glancing at Tome and answering for both of them. "How about we give you a call tonight?"

"Sounds great," said Chuck. "You two look fabulous together, and we'd love to get you in front of a camera. I suspect you'd be a very popular pair."

They all shook hands, and Susan and Tom departed in silence.

--

Part 3: The Decision

"Well?" asked Tom on the ride home following the interview. Their heads were reeling from the images they'd seen and the idea that they might actually go through with this themselves.

"I don't know," said Susan. "I'm stunned that Lara and Rick have done this already. I had no idea they were so kinky."

"Neither did I," said Tom, "but their scenes were really hot."

"You just like the idea of getting it on with two women at once," chided Susan thumping him playfully on the arm.

"And what about you, Miss Innocent? I saw your response to those pics of the woman with two guys. What did you think of Chuck?"

"He's handsome," answered Susan.

"And well-endowed," added Tom.

"I noticed that, too," laughed Susan, a little embarrassed to say so.

They were then silent over the next several miles, until Susan finally spoke up.

"Tom?"

"Yes."

"What if we try just a 'basic' scene, just the two of us?" she asked.

"Well, it wouldn't be 'just the two of us' at all," said Tom. "Don't forget Sheila, Chuck, and the film crew."

"You know what I mean," she responded. "Just the two of us."

Tom took a deep breath. "If you're absolutely sure, then I'm willing to give it a shot. But if you're not 100% comfortable, we call it off right away."

"OK," said Susan. Let's call them when we get home.

--

Part 4: The "Basic"

They scheduled the scene for a few days later and decided not to have sex until then. As Tom explained to Susan, he thought he should have a little time to "build up" as it were so that he could "give the camera a good show". Susan giggled at his silly euphemisms, but understood his worry. She also had butterflies in her stomach about how the scene would go and whether she could play the part of a pornstar.

After three days of relentless teasing, Susan and Tom arrived nervously at the studio on a Saturday evening about dusk. Sheila greeted them at the door with two glasses of wine and tight hugs, but then whisked Susan away to the dressing and make-up room to get ready.

Chuck gave Tom a firm handshake and escorted him into the film studio. There were three lighting arrays focused on a large, comfortable-looking bed with white sheets and a feather matress in the center of the room. Chuck introduced Tom to four young men who were setting up various pieces of camera and sound equipment, and Tom was a bit relieved that they seemed like decent, professional fellows -- not the sleazy sterotype he'd been expecting.

Chuck presented the contract to Tom, who looked it over briefly, and, seeing nothing to raise a red flag, went ahead and signed it. After Chuck countersigned the papers, he suggested that Tom get changed into a silk robe hanging nearby and make sure he was "ready" for Susan to come onto the set. When Tom asked, "Is there someplace I should change?" Chuck just laughed.

"You need to get past your modesty now, amigo. Or perhaps you don't know what's about to happen here."

Tom laughed at himself at that point, realizing the ridiculousness of his question, and, to his own surprise, he had no qualms about undressing right there in the middle of the room. After he was naked, he heard one of the young men holding the boom mike say quietly, "Finally we get an amateur with a good-sized dick for one of these shoots." Tom found himself feeling a bit more confident at this remark, but a little embarrassed about the bizarre nature of the situation and the fact that the compliment came from another man.

Just as Tom had gotten his robe on and was seated and enjoying his wine, a side door opened, and Susan came in. She was also wearing a silk robe, but Tom could tell she also had on black, thigh-high stockings and very tall heels, which clicked as she crossed the room towards him. She had on think eye make-up, and her hair was up and a bit curled. One of the crew let out a low whistle of appreciation, which made her blush.

Susan sat in the chair next to Tom, also holding her wine, and looked him directly in the eyes:

"I think this is our last chance to say 'no', sweetheart. Are we both absolutely sure about this?"

Tom took a deep breath. "I am."

"Me, too." And at that, she downed the remainder of wine in her glass, stood up in front of him, and let her robe fall to the floor.

Every eye in the room -- Tom's, Sheila's, Chuck's, all of the crew's -- focused on Susan. She was indeed wearing black thigh-high stockings and stiletto heels, but she also had on a black, babydoll nightgown that barely came down over her ass. The nightgown was partly see-through, and her large breasts were clearly visible under the gauzy fabric. She had on bikini panties, and she showed off the entire ensemble by doing a slow turn in front of Tom who was still seated.




Making Ends Meet



Tom glanced to his left and saw that both of the cameramen had already started filming, Chuck was taking still shots, and Sheila had taken a seat nearby to enjoy the action. Susan's show had had quite an effect on all the men in the room, as all were sporting sizeable erections. Tom, in particular, had trouble hiding his, as his silk robe left little to the imagination. Even Sheila was aroused by the erotic display, as evidenced by her hand rubbing gently over her breasts.

Susan took Tom's hand and led him into the middle of the room next to the bed. She untied his robe and pulled it open, revealing his now-very-hard cock. They both heard a quiet "nice!" from the direction of Sheila's chair, and Tom's confidence (and other parts) rose even further. 

Susan put her arms around Tom's neck, and they kissed deeply. Tom's hands began to roam over her body underneath the nightgown, and a few small gasps from Susan told him he was on the right track. While Susan and Tom were "engaged," Chuck and the cameramen moved quietly around the room, trying to get the best angles on the action. Tom and Susan were aware of them -- not least because Chuck occasionally made requests that they shift this way or that so that he could get better shots -- but that only made the situation more exciting.

After a bit of foreplay, Susan dropped down to her knees on the carpet surrounding the bed and ran her hands up and down the backs of Tom's legs and across his ass. Tom looked down at her lustfully as she began to flick her tongue across his balls and the underside of his shaft. Soon she moved her hands forward to stroke his cock and took the entirety of it deep into her mouth. Tom moaned with pleasure at her superbly wet blowjob.

After a few minutes, Tom's cock was producing huge amounts of slick pre-come, which Susan lapped up greedily. She rubbed his manhood all over face and between her breasts, and her skin began to glisten with his semen. Spit dripped generously off her chin and onto her tits, evidence of a wonderfully sloppy and slutty blowjob. The cameras, meanwhile, were getting perfect shots of her work, her beautiful tits sawying back and forth, and even her right hand, which had snaked down to finger her pussy at the same time. When Susan noticed the cameramen close by, she became even more enthusiastic.

Maybe too enthusiastic, in fact. After so many days of teasing and anticipation, Tom realized too late that Susan's efforts had taken him past the point of no return, and he gasped, "Oh, God, I'm gonna come!" The cameramen and Chuck rushed to get good vantage points, while Sheila moved her chair closer to watch.

Susan pulled Tom's cock out of her mouth and dropped down low on the floor with her mouth open and her tongue out while cupping her tits, like she'd seen the porn starlets do in so many adult films. Tom took over and began pounding his rod furiously directly over her face.

Tom began to send a shower of come all over his beautiful wife. He fired rope after rope of semen across her face and into her hair. After six or seven shots, he pointed his cock lower and began to cover her tits with his jizz. By the time the torrent subsided, it looked like a river of come was running down Susan's face and tits, dripping down to her stomach, thighs, and pussy.

"Holy shit, that was a gigantic load of come," said Chuck, as he continued to get shots of Susan doused in her husband's seed. The video cameras kept rolling, as well, capturing Susan's response to the cumbath. She breathed heavily and scooped the come from her body and into her mouth. Sheila, meanwhile, had watched the scene unfold with one hand on a nipple and the other under her skirt, playing with her pussy.

Tom stepped back to catch his breath, and his cock began to diminish. But then he began to worry.

"Wait, was that enough for a complete shoot?" he asked, looking at Chuck.

"I'm afraid not," said Chuck with a smirk. "That blowjob and cumshot were fabulous, but your contract clearly specifies that a minimum shoot has to include penetration in a couple of positions, at least."

"Well, what do we do now?" asked a highly frustrated and horny Susan, through the sperm covering her eyes.

After an awkward silence, Sheila spoke up: "I have an idea."

--

Part 5: The Next Level

Susan was wiping the come off of her face and tits, while she and Tom contemplated Sheila's words.

"I don't know about this," said Tom, whose orgasm had cleared his head a bit. "This is not what we had in mind."

"Come on, Tom," said Sheila. "You've just let us record you spraying a massive load of come all over your wife's face, and now you want to quit before she's gotten some satisfaction herself? Besides, a little adventure can be fun. Just ask your neighbors, Rick and Lana."

Chuck chimed in, as well. "You're not gonna be that selfish, are you Tom? Quitting before letting your wife get off, too?" he asked. No one noticed that Chuck had already removed his shirt.

"Susan, is this what you want?" asked Tom.

"I don't know," she replied. "Getting you off has left me even hornier than when I came in. Do you think you could get it up again?"

The massive orgasm he'd just experienced as well as the stress from the confrontation with Sheila and Chuck was leaving him decidedly impotent, he had to admit.

"Not a chance," he said, frowning.

"Well, then let's have some fun," said Chuck, as Sheila walked over and began unbuttoning his pants.

Tom watched Susan staring at Chuck's chest and shoulders with lust in her eyes, and he knew he had lost the argument. When Sheila slid Chuck's boxers down his muscular thighs, revealing his semi-erect, nine-inch tool, Susan groaned audibly, ready to be taken. The cameramen smiled at each other and started rolling again.

Chuck lifted Susan off the floor and placed her gently on the bed on her back. He spread her thighs wide and pulled her bikini panties to one side, inhaling her strong musk. He then began to slowly lick and finger-fuck her sopping pussy as she ran her fingers through his hair and let her head roll back and forth in ecstasy. 

Neither Tom nor Sheila made any attempt to move out of the view of the cameras, as they were both intently watching the action in front of them. Sheila slowly moved around close to Tom and slid her arm around his waist, and, with her other hand, slid the straps of her top down over her shoulders to reveal her massive tits. Tom's gaze moved indecisively back and forth between Chuck's attack on his wife's cunt and the gorgeous chest beside him, but eventually he began to play with Sheila's nipples. Sheila reciprocated by slowly stroking Tom's cock back to life as they enjoyed the show.

After a few minutes of delicious oral attention from Chuck, Susan began coming -- loudly. She roughly grabbed Chuck's head and pushed his face against her slit as her orgasm rose hard from her core. Chuck thrust his fingers into her over and over as she bucked against his tongue. When she finally began to calm down some two minutes later, Chuck stood up and looked down at her lecherously, his huge cock at full attention between her thighs.

Tom, realizing what was about to happen, started to protest, but Sheila stopped him by dropping to her knees and taking his newly hard prick into her warm mouth.

Susan was still coming down from the best orgasm of her life when she felt her legs being spread wider apart. Seconds later she felt a hard cock slide into her pussy all the way to the hilt in a single stroke, and her eyes flew open. She then realized that she was being fucked by a man who was not her husband -- a man who had the largest cock she'd ever seen in real life. She had a moment of panic as to how Tom would react, but, to her shock she saw Tom standing next to the bed with his eyes closed and his manhood deep in Sheila's mouth. The entire scene was almost too much for her to take, and, as so many of her fantasies converged in a single moment, she began an almost continuous series of orgasms with Chuck thrusting himself into her cunt over and over.

As Susan began to scream on the bed, Tom opened his eyes and saw another man fucking his beautiful wife. But rather than being enraged with jealousy, his cock became even harder in Sheila's mouth. Moments later he grabbed Sheila roughly by the shoulders and lifted her from the floor. He turned her around and forced her to bend over the bed flat on her stomach and beside Susan. Then, as Chuck watched with a sly smile, Tom grabbed Sheila's long hair, pulled her head back toward him, and thrust his prick hard into her pussy, making her scream with both pain and pleasure.

"Oh, yes, treat me like a whore, Tom!" Sheila cried out.

As she opened up to him, he began pounding her relentlessly, his earlier orgasm giving him far greater staying power than usual. This brought Sheila to a climax rapidly, and, like, Susan, she began screaming with intense pleasure. The two men used each other's wives brutally, moving them into different positions both for their own pleasure and that of the audience behind the cameras. After a while, they switched partners and kept up the assault on the two sluts. 

At one point, Tom remembered the set of photos that seemed to get the most attention from Susan, so he laid down on his back on the bed and her Susan to ride him. She readily complied while Chuck fucked his own wife from behind beside them. Sheila took advantage of this position to lick Susan's tits, which started Susan coming yet again. As she closed her eyes and put her head back, Tom got Chuck's attention and pointed towards Susan's open mouth. Chuck understood what he wanted and pulled out of Sheila. He stood up on the bed beside Susan and slid his cock into her warm mouth while her husband fucked her roughly from below. It didn't take long before both Tom and Chuck were ready to explode.

"I'm getting close," grunted Chuck.

"I'm nearly there, too," said Tom.

Chuck pulled his prick out of Susan's lovely mouth and told her to lie down next to Sheila, with their faces close together. Susan did as she was told as Tom extracted himself from her pussy. The two women began to kiss passionately, exploring each other's mouths with their tongues, as the two men knelt on either side of them, Chuck closer to his wife Sheila and Tom beside Susan. The cameras moved in close to catch every detail of the action as Chuck and Tom pounded furiously on their cocks directly over their wives' faces.

"What do you want?" Chuck asked Sheila.

"Your come," she responded.

"Say it," said Chuck. "Tell me what you want like a proper little slut."

"Spray your come all over our faces," she yelled. "We want your huge cocks to bathe us in your seed!"

Within seconds of hearing those magic words, Chuck began shooting his load all over the two women. Much of his semen landed on Sheila's face, as she was closer to him, but he shot with such force that some landed in Susan's hair and on her tits. After seven full spurts, his flood began to ebb and he let the rest drip directly into his wife's mouth.

"My turn," said Tom, at which the two women turned their beautifully messy faces towards his rock-hard cock. Tom grabbed his wife by the back of her hair and brought her face close to his shaft.

"I'm coming!" yelled Tom.

At that, he let loose the biggest load he'd ever produced. His cock fired stream after stream of thick spunk onto Susan's pretty face. His orgasm didn't start to subside until he'd let go of ten spurts, by which time her hair, forehead, nose, chin, neck, and breasts were thoroughly coated in his seed. Like Chuck, he let the last of his come drip directly into his wife's mouth, which she swallowed eagerly.

For several minutes, the only sounds in the room were the heavy breathing of the couples on the bed and the whirring of the cameras. When it was clear that the action was finally complete, Chuck smiled at everyone and announced, "Cut!"

At this, Susan began to giggle, which then set off Sheila, and moments later, the entire studio was filled with laughter.

--

Part 6: The End

"Well, do you think this will be a popular scene?" asked Tom.

"I suspect it will quickly become our website's most downloaded video," answered Sheila, who was getting dressed after helping Susan clean Tom's come off her face and tits.

"No couple we've worked with before has given such a hot debut," said Chuck. "I can guarantee that the fans will want more of you two."

"I'm not sure what else we could give them," said Susan. "That was about as kinky a scene as I can imagine."

A few minutes later as they were walking out the door with their check for $3,000, Tom turned to back to Chuck and Sheila and said, to Susan's surprise, "Well, maybe we can figure out something new for our next one."



Making Ends Meet



I tried to sit up to see what was going on, but my wife pressed her pussy tighter to my face.

"Just relax and let it happen, honey," she said. "Tonight is for you. Your first hooking job."

A second later, the finger slipped out and I felt something larger and firmer press against my butt. The next moment was lost in a blinding flash of pain as I lost my anal virginity to my wife's gay boss.

**** Next Episode: Becky and Robert get arrested! **** 



Making Fantasies Reality Pt. 01



Chapter 1

As described in "The First Time I Met Tricia," our sexual relationship quickly developed as we started to learn about our feelings and desires. Although I'd had a couple of relationships and a handful of one night stands whilst I was at university, this was the first time I'd ever really felt comfortable talking about sex with a girlfriend – somehow it seemed natural to talk about these intimate feelings. For her part, I realised that Tricia was a very open person, she seemed to make friends easily, and was happy talking to anybody about anything. She wanted to know about everything, and having been (in her words) slow to lose her virginity she wanted in particular to know everything about sex.

She spent a lot of time at my parents house that first summer, and a lot of that time we spent in my bedroom.

For Tricia, it seemed like nothing could beat the feeling she got as an orgasm welled up inside her – she said that the moments just before she reached that peak were the best feeling she'd ever had.

In September she moved away to go to university, and if I'm honest I thought that might be the end of our relationship. When I went to college, I quickly forgot about the girlfriend at home and plunged straight into the joys of living away from parents for the first time, in close proximity to hundreds of girls all looking to enjoy life too, and it wouldn't have surprised me if Tricia had done the same, she always seemed to want more out of life and I wasn't sure if I could give her that. However, we spoke on the phone every couple of days and saw each other most weekends, and if anything our sex life got even better – I guess we had to make it special when we did see each other.

One weekend in early December I went up to Birmingham on a Saturday morning. Tricia's housemate, Andy, let me in with a grin. "She's still in bed, mate, heavy night last night I think," he said, and we laughed together as I walked quietly upstairs. She was still in bed, but not sleeping.

"Hello babe, come and join me!" she greeted me as I opened the door a fraction and peered in. Tricia was naked, with the blankets thrown to the bottom of the bed and a book in her hand.

I walked over and bent to kiss her. "What're you reading, sexy girl?" I asked.

"It's great," she answered, kneeling up on the bed and pushing my coat off my shoulders. I looked down at the book as she pulled my t-shirt up and off, and yanked at the buttons of my jeans. It was called "Women in Love" and it was by someone called Nancy Friday. I'd never heard of it. "It's a book about women's sexual fantasies," Tricia continued as I kicked my shoes off and she pulled my jeans down. "And I want to act out my fantasy of having you inside me, right now!"

I reached down to pull of my socks and step out of my jeans, and Tricia pulled my boxer shorts down too, freeing my erection. She grasped my cock firmly as I stood next to the bed, and bent to take it in her mouth. Looking down I could see Tricia's left hand moving smoothly down between her legs, rubbing herself as she rubbed me. I held her head as she sucked hungrily on my cock. "Oh god that feels good," I groaned, "I knew I'd driven all this way for a reason!"

Tricia let go of me with her mouth, but not her hand, and pulled me down towards her as she eased back onto the bed. I slid in between her legs as she guided my cock towards her hot pussy, and slowly eased into her. She was so wet, so ready for this, I could already feel her cunt spasming around my prick. "Oh, Joe, I've been waiting for you to get here," she gasped as I pumped slowly in and out of her. "I want to come when you come, soon."

"Yeah, I want to come with you babe," I said. "Are you ready to come?"

"Yes, yes," she panted, one hand above her head grasping the headboard, "Come in me now!" She was shaking and trembling, the emotional outpouring of her orgasm almost painful it was so powerful. I thrust my cock hard into her and let myself go, pumping my seed into her, feeling the hot sensation of her cunt juices running over my balls, before we collapsed into each others arms, kissing in between getting our breath back.

After a couple of minutes, I eased my shrinking cock from her, and we lay side by side, gently running our hands up and down each others chest and stomach. "So are you still pleased to see me then?" I grinned at her.

She laughed back. "Of course!" she said, "if you're going to make love to me like that! I'm going to keep you in bed all weekend, I want you to read this book with me."

I'd almost forgotten about the book. "Oh yeah, what was that then? I haven't seen it before?"

"I only got it yesterday. Saw it in a bookstore and when I read a few pages I just had to have it. I didn't even go out last night, just stayed in bed reading. Basically, it's this psychoanalyst or someone, who's got women to write to her about their fantasies, and she analyses where they come from. But to be honest I haven't read those bits, I've just been reading the fantasies, and they're hot, so hot. Really turns me on to think about them. D'ya want to see?"

Ha! Of course I wanted to see! She picked up the book and handed it to me, and I flicked it open somewhere around the middle. I started reading from the title – Carla – it was from a woman describing how she fantasized about masturbating in public, and it went into graphic detail. "I see what you mean," I said, "and it is hot!" My erection was fast returning.

"Read some out to me," said Tricia, and slid down the bed towards my penis again. I flicked over a few pages, and found a tale of a woman wanting to make love to another woman, and started reading. Tricia placed her mouth over my cock, licking it gently. "Yeah, I like those stories," she said, and bent to suck me. I read slowly, taking my time and emphasising the detail in the tale – sounds, smells, feelings – partly because I wanted this fantastic erotic moment to last a little longer but also because I was having trouble concentrating on the story because Tricia's tongue was all over my cock and the feeling was amazing. 

"Oh, Trish, babe, you're gonna make me come again if you're not careful," I warned. She looked up at me and intensified her efforts, squeezing my balls gently and rubbing my shaft with the other hand. My legs were shuddering as my balls contracted again, sending shockwaves through my body as my cock emptied its spunk into her mouth. She swallowed it all down, and it suddenly struck me that she's never done that before, she'd usually pulled my cock from her mouth and let me come over her tits or face whenever she'd given me a blow job before.

Tricia let my cock fall from her mouth, and moved back up towards me with a smile. "You didn't quite finish that story," she admonished me, laughingly.

"Ah, yeah, I kind of got distracted!" I replied, kissing her hard. "You're right, it is hot. Have you been lying in bed turning yourself on reading all night then?"

"Pretty much!" she said. "Do you want to hear my favourite? Tell you what, I'll read it out to you if you lick me out, can I say fairer than that?"

I didn't think she could, and laughingly pushed her onto her back. Pushing a leg in between hers, I eased her thighs apart and bent to kiss her stomach. Tricia was thumbing through the book as I lowered my head between her legs and stuck my tongue out, straight onto her hard little clitoris. She moaned quietly, and started to read. It was another lesbian tale, quite aggressive as the woman fantasized about meeting and being chatted up by a stranger in a bar, before going back to the other woman's house, being tied to the bed and licked to orgasm. I missed some of the detail, Tricia's legs squeezed around my ears as my tongue probed her wet snatch, but it struck me as just the kind of fantasy that would turn her on – the thrill of the unknown, something a little out of the ordinary. Her cunt tasted beautiful to me, and it wasn't long before she was shaking hard with her release as I tried to hold my lips around her clitoris.

True to her word, we did spend much of the weekend in bed, reading fantasies, fucking, licking, sucking, and talking about our own fantasies – something we hadn't done before. I don't think I'd ever had as many orgasms as I did that weekend. Her fantasies were mainly lesbian – she said she'd never had a sexual experience with another woman but was curious, the thought had aroused her in the past and reading other peoples fantasies had made it seem more acceptable somehow. She certainly wasn't shy of telling me, anyway! My fantasies could be categorised two ways, group sex and exhibitionist / voyeur. I had long thought about having two women at the same time, and was also really into the idea of watching other people fuck, or being watched. It was a fantastic weekend, and I was pleased that it was only a couple of weeks until the university Christmas break – she was coming back home then, and I would hopefully see her a bit more.

Chapter 2

The Saturday before Christmas, Tricia's dad picked her up from Birmingham and drove her back home. She rang me in the middle of the afternoon. "Hey Joe, don't be annoyed with me but I'm going to go out for a few drinks with Claire tonight," she said. I was slightly disappointed – I was hoping to take her out myself later – but I could understand too, she'd seen a lot more of me in her three months away than she had her best friend. Anyway, Tricia continued – "would you like to meet us a bit later in the evening, we'll be at the Red Lion I think?"

That sounded more promising. We arranged to meet at ten o'clock, which would give her plenty of time to catch up with Claire and still come back to my house for the night. I rang a couple of my friends to see if they fancied a few beers earlier in the evening.

I wandered into the Red Lion at just after ten, and found Tricia and Claire quickly in the crowd. Claire was tall and slim, long, straight dark brown hair pulled into a loose ponytail, wearing a long denim skirt and black shirt, Tricia a little shorter and fair-haired, casually dressed in jeans and t-shirt. They were obviously quite drunk, but were certainly having fun catching up on all the gossip. I managed to ascertain that Claire was still seeing a guy called Steve, who I didn't know, and was quite amused at her telling us about her attempts to have sex quietly upstairs from his parents, who didn't approve. The hour until closing time passed really quickly. It wasn't until we stepped outside the pub that I realised quite how drunk the girls were – they staggered almost into the road. "Hey Trish," I asked, "how are we going to get Claire back home, she lives miles away?"

"Well can she stay at yours too?" Tricia replied.

"Yeah, sure, sounds good." My house was only a few minutes walk away, although it took a little longer than normal because I had to almost carry the girls. They were pretty quiet when we did get back though, I told them my parents were asleep and they'd better not wake them. Tricia collapsed on my bed, and by the time I'd found a mattress and sleeping bag for Claire she was almost asleep too. She smiled her thanks, took off her coat and slipped under the covers.

I pulled Tricia's boots off, undid her jeans and just about managed to slide them over her hips and off. She didn't object as I pushed her t-shirt up her body, and even raised her hands above her head to allow me to take it right off too. I gazed at her body, clad only in her underwear, just visible as my eyes became accustomed to the darkened room, and slowly stroked her stomach. I thought about taking her bra and knickers off too, but I was tired and she was pretty much unconscious, so I simply kissed her forehead, slipped my clothes off and slid into the narrow bed next to her. I was asleep within minutes.

I woke up fairly early in the morning – was it my throbbing erection that had woken me, or was it just that the curtains hadn't stopped a streak of winter sunlight coming into the room? Tricia was sleeping on her left side, her back to me. One of the things I'd found out about her over the last few months was that she was a very sound sleeper – it took a lot to wake her up, and one of my favourite ways of doing so was to make love to her. I eased the covers off her, and stroked my hand gently down her side, over her hip and down the outside of her leg. It was only then that I remembered Claire was still in the room, but a quick glance told me she was still fast asleep too. She hadn't really got into the sleeping bag last night, rather she'd just thrown it over her, and it had slipped off a little as she slept. Her skirt had ridden up, revealing her knees, and her left hand was resting gently on her inner thigh. She'd managed to undo her shirt, and I could see a glimpse of her black bra as her chest rose and fell with her breathing. It was a curiously erotic sight, watching this sleeping beauty, and my erection twitched against Tricia's back as I continued to stroke my girlfriend's side and around to her stomach.

I eased back and undid the catch on Tricia's bra, taking the strap gently over her right arm but leaving her on her side. Reaching round, I caressed her now bare breasts, enjoying the feel of her nipples rising to my touch. I just loved the feel of her tits, the smooth roundness as they moulded to her chest, the softness under my hand, the puffy feel of the erect nipple. I slid my hand over her stomach and across the front of her knickers, down across her legs and then up to her lower back. Lifting my hips slightly, I pushed my boxer shorts down and kicked them off, enjoying the feel of being naked against her. Tracing slow patterns over her stomach and tits, I looked over at Claire again – how far could I go without waking her? She was still sleeping, her breathing long and easy, but she seemed to have shifted her position slightly so that her hand was higher up on her thigh now. Yes, as I looked a little closer I could just make out the outline of her panties, almost covered by her skirt. Her legs were long and smooth, and I caught myself wondering what it would be like to kneel between them, easing my stiff cock towards her pussy. Oh I really wanted to fuck Tricia now, and to hell with being caught. Maybe that just made it more exciting! I gently placed my hand on Tricia's hip, and pulled her knickers down just a little. She moaned gently, but I'd done this a few times now and was sure she wouldn't wake properly until I was inside her, so I encouraged her to lift her hips a little, and slowly, slowly, eased her panties down to her knees, and then she was totally naked with me.

I reached down and grasped my cock, rubbing it up and down a couple of times and pushing it gently between her arse cheeks. I ran my hand up the back of her legs, encouraging them to part slightly, and cupped my hand against her hairy pussy, easing my right knee under hers to keep her right leg a little in the air. With her cunt exposed, I could roam my hand over her stomach and tits once more, and now down further. I gently fingered her cunt, touching some of her juices onto her clitoris and feeling it swell with the pleasure, and pushed my cock between her legs so it touched the tops of her thighs and rubbed on her clitoris when my hand was elsewhere.

Tricia was slowly waking, I was sure now. Her arse pushed back at me a little, and I responded by placing the tip of my cock against her tight hole. Mmm, that felt so good. I glanced over at Claire again, or rather, at Claire's legs. Her skirt was even higher now, and her hand was almost completely covering her pussy over her knickers. Was she dreaming? I looked up at her face. Her eyes were wide open, and she was looking straight into mine! Oh god, had I gone too far here? I looked back at her, frozen. Claire moved first – out of the corner of my eye I caught her sliding her left hand up over the waistband of her panties, and then down inside them. Oh my god, she was touching herself! I guessed that she wasn't too offended then! Still looking straight at Claire, I reached down and spread open Tricia's cunt lips, displaying my girlfriend to her. I shoved my cock gently into Tricia from behind, slowly. Claire was biting her bottom lip, and I could see her hand moving under the material of her knickers. 

I rolled Tricia gently over so she was almost lying on her stomach, and leant up over her. The new angle allowed me to push my cock further into her, and I could still reach round and rub her clitoris. Claire's knees were bent, and she lifted her hips from the mattress and pulled her knickers down and off. Shifting a little, she pointed her cunt straight at my face, and I could see the wetness shining from it as her fingers returned to their work. I rolled my fingers around Tricia's clit as Claire did the same to hers, and then I saw her finger disappear part way into her wet hole. She was squirming on the mattress, her chest moving up and down hard with her heavy breaths, the palm of her hand moving across her clitoris as her finger slid in and out of her cunt. I could feel Tricia's orgasm welling inside her as I rubbed her clitoris a little harder, she was trembling slightly, and her hand had moved up to grasp the head of the bed. She could occasionally be really noisy when she came, but her face was into the pillow now and I didn't think she'd be crying out. Suddenly she was bucking up and down underneath me, and I just tried to hold my cock in place as her cunt spasmed around it. I looked at Claire – her eyes were wide as she watched her friend orgasm, and then she found my gaze. "You ready?" I mouthed silently at her, asking if she was close to coming, and she nodded back to me, biting her lip and bringing two fingers to the edge of her clitoris and running them around in a blur. I pulled my cock out of Tricia's cunt and rubbed it lustily a couple of times, never losing eye contact with Claire. I wanted to come when she did, and I didn't have to wait long – her right hand grasped the mattress hard as she rubbed herself with her left, and she was there, her arse shaking up and down. I gave my cock a few extra squeezes, loving the feeling of my spunk bubbling up in my balls, before I spurted it out onto Tricia's arse cheeks, one, two, three strings of creamy whiteness.

My strokes slowed, and I gazed down at Claire's soaking pussy. We smiled at each other as she reached down to find the sleeping bag, pulling it up to cover the lower half of her body. I blew her a kiss as she turned over onto her left side, her back to Tricia and me now. I eased my weight off my elbow, and fell back onto the bed. Tricia looked over at me, sleepy eyed, and leant to kiss my lips. "Morning," she mouthed at me, "that felt so good." I kissed her gently back and she cuddled up close to me. "Don't wake Claire though."

I smiled to myself as we drifted in and out of sleep for a few minutes, and then heard Claire moving around. She knelt up on the mattress, and I raised my head to look at her. "Morning," she said quietly, as if she'd woken for the first time. "Don't get up, I'll just see myself out – got to get home or my folks will be worried about me!"

She picked up her knickers from the floor and stuffed them into the pocket of her coat, and, giving me a lecherous wink, she was gone. I lay back, fingers trailing idly over Tricia's shoulder, thinking about my fantasies. It had been amazing to watch Claire touching herself, and thrilling to know that she'd been turned on watching us. I needed to talk to Tricia!

Chapter 3

The Christmas break was fun – Tricia and I fell back into the routine we'd established by the end of her summer holidays, where she'd often meet me for a drink after I finished work, we'd walk back to mine, go to bed for an hour or so, and she'd either stay at my house for dinner and then I'd walk her home or we'd go to her parents for dinner. It was more awkward at her house, her parents were around more than mine, and I didn't feel as comfortable disappearing upstairs with her there as I did at home. I was trying to broach the subject of fantasies, and the fulfilment of them, but not finding it easy to do so, and Tricia had left her Nancy Friday book back in Birmingham so I couldn't even use that as an excuse.




Making Fantasies Reality Pt. 01



It was New Years Eve that we finally got to talk about it. We were at a party at a friends' house, lots of people, all very drunk. We kissed long and hard as the New Year bells sounded, and romantically held hands outside as we stumbled outside to watch the fireworks. Somehow we had managed to bag a bedroom more or less to ourselves, and it wasn't long after one o'clock that Tricia nudged me as we sat chatting on the sofa. "Come on," she said, "take me to bed, lets see in the New Year properly!" It was an offer I could hardly refuse!

We walked quietly up the stairs, and pushed open the door of the bedroom we'd dropped our bags in earlier. Without turning the light on, Tricia pulled me inside, and turned to kiss me hard, on the lips. My hands reached behind her and squeezed her arse towards me, her breasts crushed against my chest. She broke off the kiss, and guided me towards the bed. We both sat down, and kissed again, more gently this time. I ran my hand down her neck, feeling her shiver of anticipation, and we fell backwards, heads landing on the single pillow together. Tricia leaned up over me, and pulled her shirt up and over her head. Reaching behind her, she unclasped her bra, and threw it onto the floor. I reached for her tits, stroking them gently as she held her arms above her head to push her breasts forward more. With one hand I undid the top button of her jeans, and she reached down to unzip them fully, before falling back onto the bed, raising her hips and sliding her trousers and knickers off in one movement. She looked beautiful, lying naked in the half light, and I looked longingly at her, reaching for her and pulling her to kiss me. Tricia was impatient though, trying to pull my t-shirt off. I wriggled to allow her to do so, and she kissed my bare chest, running her fingers across the light hair on it. I undid my jeans, and with her help shuffled out of them. She ran her hands over my boxers, causing my hard penis to twitch under her touch. "I want you naked," she breathed into my neck, and I slid my shorts off too.

Tricia seemed to want to take charge no we were both unclothed. She rolled on top of me, my cock hard against her stomach as we kissed again, and then moved down, lightly flicking my nipples with her tongue, running her hand over my thighs. Her hot breath was on my cock, teasing, and I pushed her head down onto it, needing her to take me in her mouth. She swung her leg over me, and I reached up to caress her pussy, pulling it back towards my waiting tongue just as she wrapped her lips around my cock, sucking me in deeply. I gasped with pleasure, darting my tongue out towards her cunt, tasting her arousal. She ground her pussy onto my face, rubbing against my nose and chin as I lapped furiously on her clit. "Oh, Joe, that's too good!" she cried, lifting her mouth from me and turning back to face me. "I gotta have you inside me, got to!"

Quickly she spun around, and swung her leg back over mine. Putting her hand between her legs, she grasped my cock and guided it towards her wet cunt, and I helped by pushing it straight up into her, hard. She gasped as her pussy got used to it, but it was only seconds before she was humping up and down on me, desperate for the release she craved. I reached behind her and placed one finger over the tight opening of her arsehole, feeling the quiver of her sphincter as I lightly touched it. That took her over the edge, and she sat upright, noisily moaning as her cunt contracted tightly and she came, hard. I was seconds behind her, trying hard to squeeze her as tight as I could to me as I emptied my balls into her womb. It was a glorious, quick, hard fuck – and as we parted and lay back on the bed, getting our breath back, I reflected that I couldn't have wished to see the New Year in any better.

"So what do you want for 1996 then?" Tricia asked me, leaning up and looking straight at me. It was now or never – I had to talk to her.

"Well you know the last weekend we were in Birmingham," I started, "where we were talking all about our fantasies. I wondered if we could try and explore them a bit more. What do you think?"

"I think I'd love to!" she exclaimed, "But I don't think it'll be that easy, you know. Not sure you can just go up to people and ask if they want to watch you fuck, and I don't know any girls who'd want me kissing them. Why, do you?"

It had been gnawing at me for a couple of weeks now – I had to tell her about Claire seeing us. "I don't really know any girls who'd want you kissing them, but I reckon I know one who likes looking at your body." She looked at me blankly. "You remember the night Claire slept on my bedroom floor, and I woke you up in the morning by making love to you? Well I think Claire saw us. And I think she liked seeing us."

I waited for Tricia's reaction. "Really?" She sounded interested, and even a little excited. "How do you know this, have you talked to her?"

I told her the whole story, leaving out none of the details. It was amazing, like reading the fantasies in the book multiplied several times. Tricia was breathing heavily, turned on as much as I'd ever seen, and I have to admit it was a hot story. She squirmed as I talked about seeing Claire's wet snatch, closing her eyes as she tried to imagine the picture in my head, and suddenly, without warning, she was holding her shaking body against me, squeezing her legs against mine. "Hey, hey, you okay?" I asked.

Tricia eased away from me, eyes bright. Were they tears I could see? "Oh jesus," she said in a small voice. "That's never happened to me before, I've just come without even my clit being touched, amazing!"

I hugged her tight to me, stroking her back as her shudders subsided. "Are you okay, I didn't want to upset you, it was just, you know, a really horny moment, and I couldn't stop myself. Don't think she could either. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yes!" she turned towards me. "That's about the sexiest thing I've ever heard of, it's the sort of thing you were fantasising about, and it happened! I want you to be as happy as I am with our sex life, and I think we should try all these things this year – let's make our fantasies happen!"

We talked more then than we had at any time since that first weekend with the book, and it was great to do so. I really thought that she should talk to Claire too – if she wanted to get it on with a girl then it should be someone she liked, and judging by a couple of weeks ago Claire wasn't scared of showing her sexuality. Tricia thought that she might have too much to lose, that it could cause problems for her friendship with Claire if her friend was upset by her suggestion that they sleep together, and I could see her point of view. "But do you fancy her?" I finally asked.

"Well, yes, I do," Tricia replied, quietly, and at that moment I think her mind was made up.

The night before she was due to go back to university, Tricia and I went for a couple of drinks and then back to my house. Once we were in bed, Tricia leaned over to me – "So, do you want to come up and see me in two weeks then?" she asked.

"Sure, of course!" I replied. Her eyes were gleaming, full of mischief. "What are you planning then?" I said, suspiciously.

"I think might be onto something with these fantasies," she said, grinning from ear to ear. "I talked to Claire last night, and we decided that we could do a little experimentation together – cool huh?"

"That's fantastic!" I said. "So, did you snog her last night then, come on, tell me all about it!"

"No, we didn't do anything last night, we just talked about it. I told her that you'd told me about her watching us, and she got all embarrassed, and I said there's nothing to be embarrassed about, and we talked about our enjoyment of sex, and I sort of steered the conversation round to girls, and we sort of agreed that we were both interested in girls as well as boys, and then we kind of agreed that if we were gay, that we'd be interested in each other, and, well, then I invited her to come up to Birmingham for the night so we could explore these things in a bit more detail."

It sounded great to me. "So if Claire's coming up to Birmingham, why are you inviting me too?"

She looked at me as if I was an idiot. "Because you can watch us, of course!" Ah, now I understood. Trying to kill two fantasies with one evening! "I've got that huge walk in wardrobe, you could make yourself quite comfortable in there, and I think I could take Claire out for a drink or two, you know, loosen us both up a bit, take her back to my room, and it'd be great if you want to be there too."

"Have you told Claire about this part of the plan?"

"No," she said, "but I can't see that she'll mind. And if it's not going to plan you'll just have to stay in the wardrobe until she goes to the loo or something, and then sneak out. I reckon it'll work a treat though, she sounds like she's up for anything. Like me!"

With that, Tricia bent her head and placed her mouth over my stiff prick, sucking me hard and running her tongue over the head. I lay back, loving every minute of this attention, shaking my head in wonder at my luck in finding this beautiful, sexy, sexual girl, who seemed to want to experiment as much as I did. I cradled her head in my arms as my cock erupted in her mouth, and she slid up towards me, licking her lips before kissing mine. It promised to be an exciting year.

Chapter 4

Two weeks later, I was driving to Birmingham again, this time on a Saturday evening. Claire had gone up that morning, and the girls had a shopping expedition planned for the day. Tricia had told me that they'd be out by eight o'clock, and that I should arrive before ten, let myself in with her spare key and wait in the wardrobe for them to return. I parked round the corner from her house at half past nine, let myself in and went upstairs.

Tricia's room was a decent size for part of a student house, and the wardrobe couldn't have been better for hiding in. There was a low chest of drawers in it, ideal for resting on, and the doors were slatted wood, with more than enough gaps to see through into the room. I could easily be comfortable in here for two or three hours, and after that....who knows? I settled in to wait for the girls to return.

It was around half past ten that I heard a key in the lock and then footsteps on the stairs. They were giggling together as Tricia walked into the room. "Come into my boudoir, madam," laughed Trish, ushering her friend in. She walked over to the stereo and chose some music, a slow, chill-out compilation, and turned back to Claire, who was standing in the middle of the room, not really knowing what to do next. "Do you think we should have candles?" Tricia asked.

Claire nodded, and the two of them went round the room lighting as many candles as they could find. I guessed that they'd discussed the evening over a few drinks, but it seemed that the candles broke the ice even further, and when they'd finished the room looked beautiful. Tricia took Claire by the hand and led her to the middle of the room, and they started a slow dance, Tricia's hands on Claire's hips, Claire's arms draped over Tricia's shoulders. They were both casually dressed, as normal, in jeans and shirts. Tricia was wearing a pair of black boots that made her nearly as tall as her friend, and Claire, unusually for her, hadn't tied her hair back. They danced slowly for several minutes, just getting used to being this close to one another, circling the room in the flickering candlelight, before Tricia reached up and pushed Claire's long hair back from her face and looked her in the eye. There was a delicious pause, only a second or two, and then Tricia bent forward and kissed Claire lightly on the lips, once, broke away, and then once more, slightly longer. They stopped swaying to the gentle music, and now Claire bent her head slightly down to kiss my girlfriend's lips too, her hand sliding from Tricia's shoulder to run down her side. The kiss was long, slow, tender – as I watched from side on I could see both girls had their eyes shut, revelling in the gentle intimacy of the room.

Without words, as if they were thinking on the same wavelength, they moved slowly towards the bed on the far side of the room, under the window. Tricia sat down first, Claire standing in front of her, and Tricia reached out to stroke down her arms, always keeping eye contact, squeezing her hands and stroking back up her arms again. I heard Claire sigh quietly, her back to me and her head bent to one side, almost on her shoulder. She reached forward and caressed Tricia's hair and down to her neck, bringing her finger up under Tricia's chin and then bending lower to kiss her lips once more. She stepped on the back of her trainers, kicking them off under the bed, and moved closer to Tricia, encouraging her to lie back on the bed, which Claire then knelt on above her. She reached down to Tricia's feet, and Trish raised her legs so Claire could tug her boots off, throwing them on the floor too. They lay next to each other, slightly frustratingly for me as I could only see Claire's back, her arm running across Tricia's chest. I shifted position a little, feeling my penis twitching and having to reach down to move it to a more comfortable position in my trousers.

Claire seemed to have taken a little control of the situation now. Whilst Tricia was on her back, she was kneeling above her, tugging her t-shirt up to reveal her bare, flat stomach, which she bent to kiss gently. I saw Tricia's eyes close, her pleasure obvious, and she moved her hands to touch Claire's head, stroking her hair as her friend moved her kisses up, pushing her shirt up all the way. Tricia was wearing a black bra, thin lacy material through which I could see her large nipples. She moved her hands above her head, and Claire pulled her t-shirt up, over and off, before kneeling upright and slowly undoing the buttons of her shirt, teasing Tricia, who I could see straining to look at her girlfriends chest. Finally, the buttons were undone, and she slipped her shirt off, expansively discarding it on the floor. Claire's tits were probably a little smaller than Tricia's, and her bra was not quite as revealing, something I think Tricia had noted, because I saw her says something quietly, and then Claire reached behind her and unclipped her bra. Again teasing, she held it across her breasts for a couple of extra seconds, before slowly revealing all. Tricia reached up and gently ran her hand across the top of her chest, and then eased herself into a more upright position, allowing her to unclasp her own bra and discard that too.

God this was getting hot! I was tempted to undo my jeans and start rubbing myself, but I was afraid I'd come too soon, I wanted to enjoy watching this slow, sensual process of seduction. Claire leaned forward and kissed Tricia again, their breasts touching gently, before Tricia reached round and pulled her friend towards her, the kiss obviously harder and more insistent now. They broke away from each other. "Lets get naked," I heard Tricia say quietly, making my heart jump – she'd said exactly that phrase to me a few times too!

The slow process of taking their tops off was replaced with a frantic dash to become fully unclothed. Claire sat on the edge of the bed, undid her jeans and quickly slid them down her long, slender legs, whilst Tricia raised her hips from the bed and wriggled out of her own clothes. Claire turned to Trish, her fingers hooked in the waistband of her knickers, a slight questioning look on her face, and when Tricia nodded, she pulled them down and off as well. I'd never seen Claire fully naked before, and I loved what I saw. As she stood and turned round, I smiled at her curvy arse, wide hips, and long legs – I knew Tricia would be appreciating the sight too. They fell back into each other's arms on the bed, and began another long, slow kiss.

It was Tricia's turn to break off, and she propped herself up on an elbow and gazed down at Claire's body. I noticed that her left leg had snaked its way over Claire's, and realised I was licking my lips in anticipation as Tricia ran her hand over her friend's firm tits, circling around the nipples, down over her stomach and lightly grazing her pubic hair. Claire's legs squeezed together, and then parted gradually, and Trish edged down the bed slightly and bent to kiss her neck. Her knee was in between Claire's legs now, and I imagined, but couldn't quite see, her pushing her cunt down on Claire's thigh. My girlfriend was kissing all over Claire's chest and stomach now, the desire quickening her touches, and I could see Claire's tits rising and falling with her heavy breathing. Almost unconsciously, my hand went to the buttons on my jeans, and pulled them open. My cock sprang forward, and I grasped it firmly, giving a long stroke to free it totally from my boxer shorts.

Tricia's head was level with Claire's waist, and her hand was encouraging her legs apart. I wondered if it was partly for my benefit when Trish turned slightly away, dropping her head between Claire's thighs and pointing her beautifully rounded arse straight at the wardrobe. I so wanted to step outside, kneel behind her and tongue her wet pussy whilst she did the same to her friend, but no, this was all about two fantasies – Tricia and a girl, and me watching. My cock twitched impatiently in my palm, and I turned back to see Claire's back arched, her neck exposed and her face screwed up as Tricia's tongue probed her slippery snatch. Trish slid one hand back between her legs and opened up her cunt lips for me to see, and slowly, teasing me now, ran a finger round her tight hole. I was so close to coming right now it was untrue, and Claire was in the same place, her fist tightly balled around the bedclothes, willing Tricia on. "Oh, God," I heard her gasp, "yes, yes, I'm coming, coming." It tipped me over the edge too, and I pumped my shaft hard as my hot spunk shot out onto the floor and the wardrobe door.

Tricia lifted her head and smiled down at Claire, who was still writhing gently on her back. She moved up towards her and they kissed again, softly. Claire caught her breath and struggled free, sitting upright. "Hey, that was amazing," she whispered, stroking Tricia's hair. "I'm going to do the same to you too, but I'm really sorry – I gotta go pee!" 

Trish smiled back at her, nodding. "Okay, okay. But hurry back!" Claire rolled out of bed, and walked across the room. As soon as she was gone, my girlfriend jumped out too, came over towards me and pulled the cupboard door open. She glanced down, noting my undone jeans and come covered hands with a knowing smirk. "Come on, get out of here," she said. "Andy's not here till tomorrow night, you sleep in his room. Claire's got to go in the morning, come and find me then. Go!"

I knew when I'd been told! I kissed her once, quickly, on the forehead, and as quietly as I could, walked out of the room, past the bathroom and into the other bedroom. Just as I closed the door I heard the bathroom door open and Claire go back to Tricia's room. "Who was that?" I heard her ask, but the door clicked closed again before I could hear the reply.

I breathed out heavily. Whew, that had been hot! I would have loved to see Tricia's face as Claire went down on her too, but it made more sense for me to get out now. By the sounds of it I could catch up with later developments in the morning. I lay down, and when I realised I wasn't going to be able to hear anything through the wall, was quickly asleep.

Chapter 5

I'm not sure why, but I woke up earlier than I expected the following morning, around nine o'clock. I listened carefully for any signs of life in the rest of the house, and crept out to go to the bathroom. There was no sound when I put my ear to the door of Tricia's room, and I didn't want to simply sit in Andy's room until Claire left, so I went out for a walk into town – some fresh air and some breakfast would, I thought, really set me up for the day.




Making Fantasies Reality Pt. 01



I didn't get back until about half eleven, and noticed that Claire's car wasn't parked outside the house like it had been the previous day – she must have gone home already. Even so, I knocked on the door rather than let myself in, and heard Tricia running down the stairs to greet me. She opened the door wearing only a long t-shirt and a beautiful smile, looking sexy as hell. "Morning gorgeous," I grinned. "Did you have a good night last night?"

She led me into the kitchen, filled the kettle with water, and sat down at the table. "Yes, I think it's fair to say I had a good night," she said. "What about you? Sorry to chuck you out like that, but I thought it might be a bit much for her if, you know, you showed up as well!"

"No, don't be sorry, I understand, I think that was right. What happened after that then, come on, I want to know all the details!"

Tricia spooned coffee into a couple of mugs and poured out hot water onto them, placed the drinks on the table and returned to the seat opposite me. "Well, first off, did you enjoy what you saw?"

"I thought you were beautiful, you set the mood perfectly with the candles and flowers, and then it was all so slow to start with, you know, really sensual. And then you were showing off to me, and I just had to jack myself off, I'd have come in my pants if I hadn't. Yes, I enjoyed what I saw, thank you! You two didn't really look like you hated it either!"

"Ha, not really. I thought it was fantastic, it just felt really erotic, you know? I know you've been going on about the shapeliness of the female body, and yeah, it did feel nice to touch someone, well, soft, I suppose. The whole naughtiness thing turned me on too, and knowing you were watching just added that little bit extra as well, I think. She made me come too, after you'd gone, but I don't want you to worry, I'm not going to be swapping you for a woman full time!"

I smiled. "Well that's good, I don't want to have to be jealous, you know! I'd have loved to watch your face as she made you come, sometimes when we're fucking I think I'm too close to you to appreciate how you're feeling, it'd be nice to step back out of my body for a bit, see what's happening to you all over, you know?"

"Yeah, I think so," she said. "It was a weird experience though, felt very odd to wake up holding someone who wasn't you somehow. But a cool, weird experience, not a horrible, weird one." We sipped our coffees for a few moments, lost in our thoughts.

I had to bring the subject up. "So, do you think Claire would really have minded if I'd have joined in then?"

Tricia thought about it for a moment. "Well I don't think you should just walk in unannounced, but I don't see why she wouldn't want to try a threesome." She looked at me, knowing exactly what I was thinking. "Do you want me to ask her, then?"

"I've always fantasised about being in bed with two women, you know that," I said. "Depends on if you'd be okay with that, I mean, I don't think you'd be left out, but, you know, if I was having sex with another woman, would you be okay with that?"

She laughed. "Well now you've seen me have sex with another woman I guess I'm not really in a position to retain the moral high ground, am I? No, I don't think I'd mind at all. I think it'd be cool to watch you as well, you know." We looked at each other, checking whether we were both really happy with this. Tricia's eyes were sparkling with mischief, and desire. "In fact, it makes me pretty horny just talking about it," she said, standing up and walking round the table to me. I squeezed her arse and she jumped up onto the table, sitting in front of me and putting her feet on my thighs. She pulled her long t-shirt up her own legs, and I licked my lips with pleasure at the sight of her nakedness. Leaning forward, I pressed my head between her legs and bit gently on her thigh, running my hand up the backs of her calves as I did so. "Come on Joe," she said, "I want to do it on the kitchen table."

I glanced upwards – Tricia was peeling her shirt off, revealing her gorgeous round breasts, stiff nipples desperate to be touched. "Do you think we should close the blind?" I asked, standing up.

"No," she whispered, "it'd be cool to be seen." The kitchen looked out onto a small front garden, and then onto the street. Sunday morning wasn't the busiest time, but there were always a few people walking past. I turned back to her, laughingly.

"Ooh, you're as bad as I am!" I teased her, pulling her neck towards me and kissing her lips, hard. She responded, throwing a leg round my waist to pull me closer. We broke off the kiss, panting for breath, and I moved my head lower, nibbling her neck, kissing her shoulder, and down to her tits. She gasped as I sucked hungrily on a nipple, her head thrown back to push her chest at me. I kicked my chair back and knelt on the floor in front of her, and she wriggled her arse closer to the edge of the table and pulled her cunt lips apart, guessing exactly what I wanted. I pushed my tongue into the pink folds of her pussy, and she shuddered at the first touch. I was always amazed at how quickly her cunt juices started flowing, it was only a few seconds since our first kiss and she was soaking wet. Tricia was pretty much lying flat on her back now, one leg over my shoulder and the other dangling down. I glanced up to see her rolling one of her nipples around between tow fingers, and wondered if anyone on the street or the houses over the road could see her. The thought sent a bolt of electricity through me, and I drove my tongue into her a little harder, bringing a finger up to graze lightly over her arsehole at the same time.

Tricia's legs squeezed my ears, and I felt the first trembling – it wouldn't be very long before she came. I felt her grab at my head, pulling my face into her pussy, and her arse began squirming on the table. I was finding it harder and harder to retain my tongue's grip on her, but suddenly the squeezing on my ears stopped and I heard her low moan. Pulling my head back, I stood up and pulled open the buttons of my jeans, pushing them and my boxer shorts down to my knees. Quickly I pulled my t-shirt over my head, and grasped my thick cock, rubbing it at the entrance to her cunt. Slowly I slipped it inside her, pushing my hips to meet her returning thrusts. God that felt good, I'd been desperate for this since last night! I fucked her hard now, needing the release of my orgasm, and she sensed how close I was, encouraging me with cried of "yes, yes!" I stood on tiptoes and buried myself as deep as I could in her, groaning loudly as I filled her cunt, and almost falling on top of her with my final spurt. She stroked my head, and I slowly stood up again, pulling my cock from her and bending to kiss her clitoris one more time, gently. She sat up, and we kissed again.

"Better get dressed, I suppose," she said. "It's half twelve, and Andy'll be back any minute." We laughed, and I pulled my jeans up.

"So you don't mind the people over the street seeing us, but not your housemate?" I queried.

"Okay, okay, I can see the contradiction there," she agreed, "but I'm the one who's got to live with him, not you!" She grabbed her shirt, jumped off the table and strolled from the kitchen and upstairs. I followed, and we retreated to her room. Andy got back about five minutes later.

...to be continued...



Making Fantasies Reality Pt. 02



(Note: this story follows on from “Making Fantasies Reality, part 1”, in which my girlfriend Tricia and I discussed our sexual fantasies and started to act them out. Hers involved sex with another woman, and mine were about watching other people have sex, and group sex. Making two fantasies happen at the same time, I watched as Tricia and her friend Claire got a little closer, and the story continues with how I got more involved with the two of them.)

Chapter 6

Tricia rang me on the following Tuesday evening. “Guess who I spoke to last night?” she asked. I assumed it was Claire, and I wasn’t wrong.

“So, did you ask her about how she’d have felt, you know, with me being there?”

“Yeah, I did. I didn’t tell her that you were spying on us though! And you know what? She was intrigued, she said that she’d thought about it since she saw us having sex. And she’s coming back to mine next weekend, and she wants you to be there too. Cool, huh?”

This sounded more than cool to me – my girlfriend had arranged a threesome! It sounded awesome! “Fantastic, babe,” I said, “you’re amazing. I really didn’t think she’d be interested. So what have you got planned for the weekend than?”

“Well, I thought it might be a bit weird if you came up together, so I said she should come down on Saturday morning, and you should get here a bit later. I thought we could all go into town for a few drinks, and then we’ll just have to see how it goes, won’t we?”

I couldn’t wait. I spent the next three days thinking of nothing else.

Saturday morning arrived, and I drove slowly up to Birmingham, trying not to be too early. Parking the car close to Tricia’s house, I noticed Claire’s car outside too – she’s really here, I thought to myself, no going back now. I knocked gently on the front door.

Tricia opened the door with a beaming smile, and hugged me warmly. “Hi babe,” she smiled. “Glad you could make it, come in, come in!”

I stepped inside. Claire was sitting at the kitchen table, and she stood up to greet me. “Hi Joe,” she said, a little shyly, and stepped forward to kiss me on the cheek.

“Hiya Claire,” I replied. “Long time no see, how are you?”

“Yeah good,” she said. I guess Tricia still hadn’t told her about the previous weekend then! “So what’s the plan then Trish?” she asked.

“Let’s hit the town!” Tricia exclaimed. “I need some food, and I reckon we should all have a few drinks, it’s Saturday and it’s time to party!” Claire and I smiled at her exuberance, and followed her out of the house.

It was an excellent afternoon. We found a café by the canal and had a fairly light lunch, washed down with a bottle of wine, and then strolled into the city centre to find a pub. I hadn’t really spoken much to Claire before, but any awkwardness was soon banished and I realised that she was genuinely good company, as well as looking gorgeous. As usual, she’d tied her long light brown hair back in a loose ponytail, which she regularly flicked back over her shoulder, a gesture I immediately found enticing, exposing as it did her slender neck. She was wearing dark brown, flared jeans and black boots, making her look even taller than in reality, and her black shirt was opened about one button below the decency level. Tricia had dressed smartly for the occasion, wearing a dark blue, long skirt and her long black boots, together with a plain white shirt. She seemed to revel in the fact that she was the local, and knew the best bars to go to, explaining to Claire and me about what places put on the best student nights and so on. It seemed like no time before we were ordering a third bottle of wine, and it was probably around that time that the conversation turned towards discussion of our fantasies.

“Claire,” said Tricia, “I’ve told Joe about last weekend. I hope that’s okay. And he’s knows that I know about you watching us before as well.”

She blushed a little. “Yes, of course it’s okay. I’m not ashamed of it, it was wonderful.” Her eyes glanced between Tricia and me. “And I’m just as interested as you two in us all going to bed together, so don’t think you’re talking me into anything I don’t want to do by getting me drunk!”

We all laughed, any lingering tensions gone now, and clinked glasses together. “To us,” cried Tricia, “and may we have a fantastic evening!”

One bottle of wine later, we were falling into the back of a taxi and Trish was giving directions home. I slipped my arm around Claire’s waist, and hugged her close to me. She looked up into my eyes, and winked. Tricia leaned against me from the other side, and stretched to kiss me on the cheek. I caught the taxi driver looking into his rear view mirror, and could only imagine what he was thinking.

We got out of the taxi at the corner of Tricia’s road, and she asked me to buy another bottle of wine from the shop. “We’ll just get ourselves comfortable, I’ll leave the front door open for you,” she said. Grinning, I strolled the short distance to the off license, and bought two bottles of wine. The front door was indeed open when I got back, and I stepped quietly into the house. There was nobody downstairs, so I grabbed a corkscrew and three glasses, and made my way up to Tricia’s room. Her door was half open – I peered round it curiously.

The first thing I noticed was that the candles had all been lit again – although it was only about six o’clock it had been dark for over an hour already. Looking over to the bed, I saw Tricia and Claire, lying side by side in a similar position to the previous weekend, Claire’s back to me, Tricia’s arm across her waist. They had taken their coats and boots off, but were otherwise dressed, and were kissing, gently, Claire’s right hand stroking Tricia’s face and hair. I stood back, quietly observing for a minute or so, but a small shift in my position made a couple of the glasses chink together, and they knew I was standing there. Claire glanced over her shoulder, and, given away, I stepped fully into the room. “I see,” I said, “couldn’t wait for me, eh?”

Tricia sat up. “Well we just needed a real man to help us off with our clothes,” she joked.

“That’s not what you told me about last week!” I smiled back. “Tell you what, I’ll just open this wine, and if you really need a hand then I’m only over here.” I sat down on Tricia’s armchair, kicked off my shoes, put the glasses on the floor and pretended to busy myself with opening the wine. Tricia shrugged her shoulders, and pulled Claire down on the bed beside her once more. They kissed again, and I noticed their feet were intertwined, which somehow made my heart miss a beat as I realised for the first time how much they were both into this – they really wanted to be touching each other.

Claire rolled over onto her back, and Tricia leant up over her, running her hand down over her chest and across the front of her thighs. She bent her head to kiss Claire’s tits, and I shifted in my seat, allowing my erection a little room in my jeans. Stroking Claire’s forehead, Tricia slowly began to unbutton her friend’s shirt, bending her neck to kiss down the line the buttons originally covered, finally pulling the material back to reveal Claire’s bra covered breasts. Tricia eased the shirt off her shoulders, and Claire sat slightly up to let Trish pull the garment from underneath her. “You have the most fantastic tits, babe,” I heard Tricia say quietly.

Claire smiled, and reached up to pull at Tricia’s shirt buttons. “It’s not a fair comparison when we can’t see yours,” she said, as Trish shrugged her top off. I leaned forward – it was a tough call. I loved Tricia round, full tits, but Claire’s, a little smaller, seemed to stand perkily forward, asking to be touched. Tricia reached behind her and undid the clasp of her bra, and Claire did the same. Both girls smiled as, at the same time, they pulled their bras over their arms, and discarded them on the floor. Once more, Tricia sank back down towards her friend, and their lips met. The sight of those gorgeous tits squashed together made me shift uncomfortably in my seat once more, my erection becoming more and more insistent.

Tricia’s arm had snaked down Claire’s side, and had made its way to her stomach. I saw her fingertips disappear below the waistband of Claire’s jeans, teasingly, before she deftly undid the top button. Claire threw her head back, and Tricia bent to kiss her exposed neck, leaving me with a glorious view of Claire’s chest, large nipples standing proud and erect as Tricia moved her mouth down towards them. She cupped Claire’s right breast gently, as if deciding what to do, and, making up her mind, bent forward to kiss around the aureole, finally placing the tip of her tongue on the nipple and lapping lightly at it. Claire let out a low groan, and Tricia, sensing her need, pushed her head down and took the nipple fully into her mouth, sucking so deeply I could see her cheeks dimple. “Yeah, yeah,” Claire was gasping for breath as Tricia moved over to the other breast, giving the same gentle then rough treatment.

Tricia edged further down the bed, laying her head on her friends stomach and, for the first time since I sat down, looking straight at me. Kissing Claire’s soft belly, she pulled at the other three buttons of her jeans and slid her fingers under her black knickers, causing Claire to give an involuntary gasp. It was wonderful to watch Tricia’s smiling face as she pushed Claire’s jeans down a little, helped by Claire raising her hips and kicking her lower legs. Facing me again, Tricia ran her tongue lightly across Claire’s waist and over her hipbone, kneeling up triumphantly as the jeans finally hit the floor. I looked admiringly at Claire’s long, shapely legs, which Tricia was stroking gently with the back of her hand now. Should I stand? I wanted to take Tricia’s skirt off, but she seemed to have everything under control. I decided to stay where I was for a little longer.

Tricia’s head was around Claire’s knee level now, and she suddenly swung her right leg over Claire’s body, kneeling up over her with her back to Claire’s face. I couldn’t really see Claire’s hands from where I was sitting, but I guessed from the expression on Tricia’s face that they were under her skirt, stroking her legs, or maybe even higher. She bent forward and kissed Claire’s thighs once more, and then pushed her hand firmly into Claire’s knickers, pulling them down enough to expose the bush of light brown hair. I could see Tricia’s fingers moving underneath the material, rubbing gently around Claire’s mound, a smile of concentration on Tricia’s face.

Claire’s hands were outside Tricia’s skirt now, trying to locate the zipper. Trish helped her, pulling the zip down, and, not wanting to move from where she was, she pulled the skirt up and over her torso. I was a little taken aback to see that she didn’t have any knickers on – perhaps that was why she’d been smiling before, when Claire had first put her hands inside her skirt it would have surprised her too. Tricia moved her arse a little further back, Claire placing her hands on Tricia’s hips to pull her towards her face. “Joe, I think I need help taking the rest of Claire’s clothes off,” Tricia said, pointing me towards Claire’s spread legs and making my mind up for me.

I stood up, adjusting my hard cock as I stepped towards the bed. I ran my hands from Claire’s ankles up to the tops of her thighs, and then up towards Tricia’s bent knees, thighs, stomach, tits. She had her hands on top of her head, tits thrust forward as Claire stroked and kissed her arse, and she looked more beautiful to me than ever. I kissed her lips gently, and she pulled my head to her, hungrily kissing back. We broke off, and I ran my hands over her neck, down across her chest, pinching her nipples lightly as I trailed lower. My hand slid across her belly and towards her triangle of brown hair, quickly finding her slippery slit and giving it a slow, teasing stroke. She groaned, and pushed my hand away. “Claire’s still got clothes on.” I smiled at her, and knelt on the floor beside the bed. My hands slowly made their way across Claire’s stomach, and she raised her hips, wanting to be as naked at Tricia. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her knickers, and slowly slid them down her legs. Bending forward, I kissed the inside of her calves, and her legs spread wide apart to welcome the touch. I looked up, partly to check that Tricia was okay with me fondling another girl – we’d talked about this but neither of us had done it before, and I wanted that reassurance. She was kneeling up, and I could see her pink cunt lips between her legs, and behind that, Claire’s tongue probing her arsehole. She was about as okay with this as it gets, I thought, and went back to kissing my way up Claire’s legs.

I edged my way slowly up, past her knees, nibbling lightly on her inner thighs, ever closer to her cunt lips, finally running my tongue over her hairy pussy and feeling her shudder as I touched her clitoris. She tasted beautiful, sweet and intoxicating, the same as Tricia but subtly different. I pushed my tongue into her cunt, slowly circling it, taking it all in. There was a gasp of breath, I’m not sure who from, and I looked up to see Tricia’s cunt lips over Claire’s mouth now, her tongue probing my girlfriends snatch in the same way that I was doing to hers. Tricia bent forward, pushing my head out of the way and pushing hers between Claire’s legs. “Now you’ve got too many clothes on,” she said, fingers opening Claire’s lips. I took that as indication that I should get undressed too, and it didn’t take me long to tear my jeans and t-shirt off and stand before the bed, my hard cock straining to join the action.

Tricia lifted her head from Claire’s cunt, and beckoned me to her. Grasping my cock in her hand, she licked the tip devilishly, and sucked the head into her mouth quickly, once, twice. Still holding it firmly, she encouraged me to come to the bottom of the bed – I knelt between Claire’s spread legs as Tricia pulled me forwards. Claire squeezed her legs against my knees, knowing what was about to happen, and I rubbed my cock slowly over her wet cunt, teasing us all. “I want to see you fuck her,” Tricia whispered, easing herself away from Claire’s mouth and keeping her eyes on my cock.

I slowly pushed the tip into Claire, feeling her cunt tighten around me, and pulled out again. Once more, I rubbed myself around her clitoris, feeling as well as hearing her moan of pleasure, and this time I pushed my cock far deeper into her wet hole. Her whole body bucked up and down, and I stopped for a couple of seconds before pulling out an inch and thrusting forward two. Slowly I eased my full length into her, and grasped her hips to my thighs as I knelt before her, holding us in that position for a few seconds. Tricia was at Claire’s side now, she’d been stroking her friend’s face, hair and tits whilst I slid into her, and now she bent to suckle on her hard nipple, and reached a hand out to rub Claire’s exposed clitoris. I started a slow thrust in and out, loving the sensation of feeling Tricia’s hand touch my cock as she rubbed Claire, who for her part was thrusting back at me as much as her position would allow, panting heavily as she neared her orgasm.

“Oh, oh, yes, I’m coming, coming,” she cried, and her thrusts back at me suddenly ceased as her hips collapsed down. I was pulled down towards her, aware that I wasn’t too far away from coming too, but not wanting to just yet. I bent forward and kissed Claire’s stomach, giving a final thrust into her before pulling my cock out, her juices on it glistening in the candlelight. “Oh yeah, that was amazing!” Claire gasped, getting her breath back.

Tricia moved forwards towards me now, and reached out for my cock once more. She slid her hand up and down it. “Ooh, it’s all slippery,” she said. “Do you want to taste it, Claire?”

She did. The two of them sat up, and encouraged me to lie on my back, which I was happy to do! Tricia slid her mouth down over the tip of my penis, and then off, and indicated that Claire should do the same. “Mmmn,” was all I could hear as Claire’s lips rubbed up and down my shaft. They swapped again, Claire kissing my mouth while my girlfriend sucked my cock.

“Ah, that’s so good, but you’re gonna make me come soon,” I gasped, loving this attention.

“That’s good, that’s good,” cooed Trish, swapping again and letting Claire suck me once more. “Come in Claire’s mouth, then I’m going to kiss it out of her.”

I loved the way that she could talk in such a manner in bed, it turned me on hugely. Claire sucked hungrily at me, and I felt that beautiful tingle in my balls as my spunk rushed out, the hot agony as it spurted from me, and the tight feeling around the head as Claire’s lips grasped me tightly in her efforts to contain my come. She managed, mostly, and finally lifted her lips from me, a dribble of sperm from the corner of her mouth. Claire almost growled as Tricia fell into her arms, and they kissed passionately, and I sat back, sighing contentedly, to watch the pair of them again. Tricia’s tongue was probing her friend’s mouth, tasting me, whilst her hands were roving between Claire’s thighs, locating her clitoris and sliding a finger into her cunt. But Claire wanted to be in charge now, she was aware that Tricia hadn’t come yet and seemed determined to put that right. She rolled away from Trish, and pushed my girlfriend onto her back, easing her body on top of her. The sight of their tits rubbing together made my cock twitch, and I had to tear my eyes away to look at Claire’s fantastic arse, rising into the air as she moved her head lower and started to suckle Tricia’s breasts. Moving lower still, I could see her hand slip between Tricia’s legs and I caught the look of pure ecstasy in my girlfriend’s eyes. Seconds later, she was biting her lip to stifle a cry of joy as Claire’s lips touched onto her clitoris. I stepped over towards her, and bent to kiss her lips and stroke her rock hard nipples, and she grabbed my neck, pulling her lips to mine and kissing me hard. I looked down at Claire’s head as she sucked Tricia’s cunt, and stroked her long hair, flicking it over Tricia’s stomach, feeling it tighten as her orgasm neared. Finally she broke away from my mouth, gasping for breath and bucking up and down. “Oh, oh!” she cried, eyes squeezed tightly shut over the intense feelings, and I bent to suck her nipple to increase the sensation further.

Claire lifted her head from between Tricia’s legs. “You taste good!” she said, smilingly, and moved up to kiss her friend lightly on the lips.

Tricia held Claire’s face in her hands. “Thank you,” she said, eyes shining almost tearfully, “that was amazing – I don’t think I’ve ever come so much!” I reached round and held Claire so the three of us were all tightly pressed together, and then slowly released us, so we fell apart.

There was a brief moment of silence, which I broke. “So does anyone fancy a glass of that wine now, then?”

“God yes!” said Tricia, as we all laughed, and I stood up and poured three glasses full, handing them to the girls as they sat upright on the bed. I had imagined the moments after a threesome, and thought that there was bound to be a certain amount of awkwardness, but there didn’t seem to be – Tricia and Claire weren’t at all self conscious as they sat naked together, and the look in their eyes suggested that they’d both thought the whole experience wonderful. I certainly had!

Claire put her glass down on the floor, and said she was going to the toilet, and as she left the room Tricia took my glass from my hand and put it, and hers, on the floor too. “So,” she said, “was that the sort of thing you fantasised about then?”

“Yeah, that was amazing,” I replied. “I loved watching you get so into it, it was so cool to watch your face as you came, and you know how much I love touching you, your body is so soft, and it was like, double that feeling with Claire’s body too, you know?”




Making Fantasies Reality Pt. 02



“Yeah, I know what you mean. I like holding myself against her, I begin to feel what you tell me you feel when you hold me. And seeing you come in her mouth – that really got me going! I liked you sucking my tits when she was licking me too, I’ve never had that feeling before.” She looked over at me and fluttered her eyelashes. “But I haven’t had you inside me – do you think we can fix that, please?”

My cock was semi hard as it was – talking about sex always turned me on – and Tricia’s suggestion had the blood pumping through it harder. I leant forward to her and we kissed, slowly at first and then more insistently as we fell back onto the bed. I rolled onto my back and she threw her leg over me and reached down to grasp my thick penis, guiding it to her waiting hole. She rubbed me a couple of times on her clitoris and eased herself down onto my shaft, quickly taking the whole length into her wet cunt and bending to kiss me. I ran my hands down her sides and onto her hips – she felt wonderful, soft and warm, the gentle curve of her arse down to her bent legs sensitive to my touch, her tits grazing against my chest as she pushed herself down onto my cock. She groaned quietly, and I pushed my waist up a little higher, which was when Claire walked back into the room.

She walked over to us, smilingly. “Might have known you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off him,” she sat on the bed, stroking Tricia’s back. My girlfriend looked up at her, and started to slowly slide her cunt up and down my cock. Claire knelt behind her and rubbed her hands on her back, massaging her shoulders – I could see her fingers around Tricia’s waist, and guessed they were moving down to her arse by the look of concentrated pleasure on her face. Then a fantastic feeling for me too, as I felt Claire’s finger tips brush my cock as Tricia slid upwards – she was holding her fingers around me and rubbing against Tricia’s clitoris and arse at the same time.

“Oh my god, that’s great, that’s lovely,” Tricia breathed hard. “Keep rubbing me there.”

“Yeah, feels fantastic. I think you’re going to make me come again if you’re not careful,” I agreed, feeling the twitching in my balls despite having shot my load only half an hour or so before. Claire only tightened her grip on me, and I felt her finger tip push gently into Tricia’s arsehole, which caused her to gasp out loud and me to jump involuntarily as I felt new pressure on my cock. Tricia was shaking all over, her orgasm wracking her body, and I thrust up with all my strength and felt my penis twitch and shoot its hot spunk into her, once, twice, three spurts.

“Ooh, I can feel you coming,” said Claire gleefully, as I felt my cock shrink back and Tricia fell onto my chest, panting. 

I felt rather than saw Claire’s head move between Tricia’s legs, and then Tricia rolled off me. “No, no, too sensitive,” she sighed. Claire looked up, slightly disappointed, but bent down again and took my sticky, half erect cock into her mouth, licking and sucking me clean. It felt wonderful, but I too had had enough for the moment, and Claire sensed that, and slid up the bed towards us. She kissed me on the lips, and I lay on my back with Tricia one side of me and Claire the other, probably as satisfied as a man could ever be.

We lay together for several minutes, the silence a comfortable one somehow. Tricia eventually broke it. “I’m starving,” she said. “Does anyone fancy pizza?” We all did, and, gentleman that I am, I volunteered to walk down the road to the takeaway.

I took the orders as I was getting dressed. “Now you’ll be good whilst I’m gone, I hope?” I teased.

Tricia giggled. “I thought you liked us best when we were bad!”

“Well yeah,” I shrugged. “So be good when I’m gone, and bad when I’m here!” They were laughing together as I left the room, went downstairs and out the front door.

There was a queue at the pizza takeaway, which I should have expected on a Saturday night, and it was over half an hour later that I got back to the house. Claire opened the door to let me in, wearing one of Tricia’s long t-shirts, and I followed her back upstairs. Tricia was sitting on the bed, still unclothed. “About time,” she joked, “thought I’d die of starvation in a minute!” I opened the two pizza boxes, and we all fell upon them ravenously, eating in silence for a few minutes.

“So, were you two good whilst I was gone then?” I asked, picking up a third slice of pizza and taking a bite from the end.

Tricia laughed. “Very good,” she said, “too worn out to be bad. But we might have enough energy after this food.”

“And we did come up with a nice idea as well,” interrupted Claire. I raised my eyebrows quizzically, and she continued. “Well it felt fantastic when you were licking me, you know? And when Tricia does as well, of course! I, well, I wanted to know what it felt like to be fucked and licked at the same time.”

“So what we thought,” chimed in Trish, “was that I could go down on Claire, whilst you slid into her from behind, what do you think?”

I shook my head slowly, not to say no, but because I was amazed at how direct the girls could be. “So you weren’t too worn out to talk about it then?” I said with a smile. “That sounds so sexy, I think it’ll be wonderful. When do we start?”

“Well I’ve had enough pizza for now, I think,” said Claire, and peeled her t-shirt slowly up her body and over her head, leaving her as naked at Tricia. I threw my half eaten slice onto the box, and stood up too, tearing my t-shirt off and quickly unbuttoning my jeans as the girls turned to embrace one another. I slid my boxer shorts down and off, and knelt at the end of the bed, watching as the girls stroked each other’s sides, Tricia’s hand wandering down to squeeze Claire’s arse. Reaching forward, I ran my hands over their legs, loving the smooth feel of their firm calf muscles, and edged myself further up the bed so I was lying behind Claire. I kissed the back of her neck, and felt her arse push back towards me – she would have felt my hard cock against the tops of her thighs. I stroked her side and hips, and round to her stomach, pulling her back against me, and ran my fingers up to her beautiful tits. Tricia was suckling on one of her nipples, and I contented myself with rolling my fingers around the other until I saw Tricia’s head bob lower.

Adjusting position, I pushed my left hand between Claire’s thighs from behind, to push her left leg into the air and allow both my cock and Tricia’s head to ease between her legs. I felt Tricia’s hot breath on my cock, and she licked at the tip teasingly before turning her attentions onto her friends waiting cunt. Claire’s tits were rising and falling hard with her heavy breathing, and I kissed her neck and rubbed around her nipples as much to prolong the wait before I fucked her as to turn her on. I could feel how wet she was getting every time Tricia’s lips moved from her clitoris, because my cock was bumping against it and Tricia’s face in turn. Finally Trish moved back a little, and I felt her fingers wrap around my thick rod and guide it slowly between her friend’s cunt lips. Claire froze for a second, and then pushed back against me, hard. Lying on my side, I couldn’t move much, but I thrust back at her as hard as I could, and gradually was inside her. Her cunt felt warm and tight, squeezing against me and then relaxing in time with her breathing. I held myself still for a few seconds, and then felt Tricia’s head on Claire’s stomach, and Claire opening her legs as wide as her position would allow, ensuring Tricia could lap noisily at her clitoris.

My girlfriend’s tongue slid over my balls, up the small amount off my cock protruding from Claire’s hole, and across her slippery clitoris – round and round she went. “How does it feel, Claire?” I whispered, hoping Tricia would hear the answer.

“Oh yes, it’s fucking fantastic,” Claire gasped, “so fucking great.”

I bit her neck, really gently, to show I was loving it too, and her hand slid over onto my hip, trying to pull me further into her. Tricia’s tongue was concentrating more on Claire’s clit than my balls now, but that was okay, I wasn’t sure how much more of this I could take before coming. Claire was close, her stomach trembling, her breasts heaving, and then she was there. “Oh god, oh god, yes, yes, oh yes!” she cried, arse bucking back at me with all her might. 

Her cunt gripped me tight, squeezing my cock, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. “Yeah, oh yeah, I’m gonna come, yeah,” I groaned, feeling my balls tighten and pushing myself as deep into her as I could, letting go and unleashing my creamy sperm into her. “Oh god that feels good!”

I pulled my cock out of Claire and Tricia stopped licking her pussy lips to take it into her mouth, sucking the last few drops of spunk from me. Claire lay on her back, and Tricia and I lay besides her, taking it in turns to kiss her mouth and caress her tits as she recovered her composure. I noticed Trish’s leg slung over Claire’s, humping it, and remembered that she hadn’t come yet, so I moved away from Claire and behind my girlfriend, who raised her arse up towards me. I ran my tongue over it appreciatively, and cupped my hand between her legs, feeling the wetness on her thighs – her cunt was soaking. Quickly, I slid a finger into it, feeling her groan as my knuckle grazed over her clitoris, and bent my head to tongue her arsehole. Moving my finger in as large a circle as I could inside her, I put just the tip of my tongue on her little brown star, feeling her jump at first but then move back, crushing my face against her, wanting more. I was happy to give her more, wriggling my tongue around her tight hole, sliding my finger out of her and back in again, and feeling as my reward her hot juices running down my chin as she bucked and thrust against me, squealing with the ecstasy of it all.

She fell away from me. “Fuck, that’s too good,” she cried, “too good.” The girls were both on their backs, and I knelt at the other end of the bed.

“You two are amazing,” I said. “That’s the most amazing fuck ever.”

They both smiled up at me. Claire looked tired, her eyes heavy. “I’ve got to go to sleep,” she said, and Tricia and I looked at each other, nodding our agreement. The bed was a decent sized double, but I wasn’t sure if there would be enough room for three people to sleep in, so I suggested that I could use a couple of blankets and the armchair, but Tricia was having none of it, so we eventually all slid under the covers, Tricia in the middle. 

I’m usually a light sleeper, waking up a few times in the night, and I thought that would definitely be the case with less room and a strange person in bed too, but the next thing I knew daylight was coming through the thin curtains, and Claire was getting dressed. I struggled to sit upright as she slid her jeans over those long legs, and yawned. “Hey,” she whispered, “don’t wake her. I’ve got to dash off, got to work this afternoon and it’s a two hour drive.” I must have looked disappointed. “Sorry,” she continued. “I loved last night though. Maybe we can do it again another time?”

I smiled as she quietly opened the door and squeezed out, and slid back down under the covers. What a night. My cock twitched as I thought about how Tricia and I would discuss it later.

Chapter 7

Tricia and I spent several hours in bed on the Sunday after Claire left, discussing how we’d felt, going over the sensations both physical and mental, and coming to the conclusion that we should continue to experiment sexually, but not to the exclusion of a regular, one to one, sex life. Sealing our deal with slow, sensual lovemaking, we vowed that we wouldn’t let our fantasies take over. Not too much, anyway. 

I next visited Tricia in Birmingham three weeks later – she’d invited me to accompany her to the University Valentines Ball. “Cool,” I’d said when she told me about the event, “when is it?”

“It’s on Friday,” she replied. “Can you get off work a bit early?”

I usually worked till around six o’clock on Fridays, and if I was seeing Tricia I usually left it until the Saturday morning to travel up because the traffic was always bad, my car wasn’t the most reliable in the world, and it also gave me a chance to see some of my mates that evening. But the Valentines Ball sounded great – live bands, lots of dancing, lots of alcohol. “Yeah, I’m sure I can,” I said, “if I leave about four I should be at yours by half six, even if it is really busy. Do I have to wear anything smart?”

“Yep, afraid so!” Tricia said, teasing me about my dislike of having to put a suit on. “I’m going to wear my ball gown, so do you fancy getting your tux out?”

“Ah, okay then,” I said. I didn’t mind really, it was quite good fun to get dressed up once in a while. And I always enjoyed seeing girls in posh frocks, including Tricia – even the ones I wouldn’t normally fancy always looked sexy somehow.

The big day arrived, but I was really busy at work, and didn’t manage to get away until five o’clock, and the motorways were rammed. I didn’t get to Tricia’s until nearly eight, and I was tired, hungry and more than a little fed up. She opened the door to me, dressed in a beautiful short, black dress, figure hugging above the waist and flaring out below it. Her hair was tightly done up, held in place by a clip topped with the flower of a red rose. Suddenly my mood lightened – she looked fantastic, her beaming smile showing her pleasure that I’d finally turned up.

“Wow, darling, you look gorgeous,” I said, and she gave a quick twirl to show off. The dress was backless, and I wondered how she’d managed to find one able to support her tits so well without a bra. I leant forward to kiss her, before she broke off, told me to run upstairs and change, a taxi was booked for just after eight. When I came down again, she’d made me a sandwich, which was sitting on the kitchen table with an unopened can of beer. She was starting to know me well!

I polished off the food and drink rapidly, and Tricia was just helping me do up my bow tie when the taxi arrived. We sat in the back, holding hands, me relaxing for the first time in several hours. The party was really starting to get going when we arrived, the first band on playing a set of funky reggae which might have been more at home on a sunny beach, but went down well with the assembled crowd. I always feel slightly awkward dressed up in a tuxedo, but most of the other guys were wearing them, and a couple of beers relaxed me further. We wandered around, Tricia introducing me to a couple of people I hadn’t met before, checking out the various forms of entertainment on offer. There was a casino set up in the common room, a cinema screen in the dining area, the bands were playing in a huge marquee on the lawns, and there was a disco in the main bar. We stood and watched as people bounced about on a giant inflatable castle, and wondered whether to get our palms read by the ‘roving gypsy fortune teller’ advertised on the posters.

“Lets go to the casino,” Tricia said. “You’re dressed up like James Bond, see if you can win some money, beat the baddie and you never know, you might even get the girl!” She smiled and gave me a knowing wink, and we strolled over to the common room. I guess the university didn’t want to encourage gambling by drunken students, because the maximum stakes were really low, but as it happened I was happy with that because I was terrible at everything! Blackjack, roulette – you name it, I lost at it. Tricia just couldn’t help laughing as I rolled my eyes in resignation, and she wasn’t prepared to have a go herself either. “Come on then,” she said eventually, “you’ve still got a chance to get the girl if you buy her a drink!”

Downstairs, the bar was packed, the reggae band having just finished their set. We squeezed into a gap at the end, and pushed our way towards the bar, Tricia eventually getting to the front. I was pressed close behind her, and couldn’t resist the opportunity to touch her, firstly squeezing her arse gently, then massaging round it a little harder. She pushed her arse back at me, and I reached lower, fingertips under her dress, pulling it up enough for me to slide my hand under it and fondle the tops of her thighs and round cheeks. She wasn’t wearing any underwear. I hadn’t thought about that, but my heart skipped a beat as I realised that all she was wearing was this little dress and her shoes. My finger probed between her legs, feeling her thighs part and running up to her cunt lips. Ooh, she was slightly wet already. I circled her clitoris with my finger, and she bent forward over the bar, trying partly to attract the attention of the barmaid and partly to push back at me. I increased the pace my finger was moving at, and moved my thumb around to rest on her arsehole, feeling her start to grind her arse as hard as she could against me. I wanted to make her come, surrounded by all these people, and I think I would have if the barmaid hadn’t pointed at her and, shouting above the din, asked her what she wanted.

Keeping it together, Tricia ordered a pint for me and a double vodka and coke for her, pulling herself away from me. She paid for the drinks and turned to look at me, face flushed, and we edged our way out of the crowd surrounding the bar and towards the door. We found a space, and stopped to take a long sip on our drinks. “Oh god, you turn me on so much, you rotten sod!” she whispered. “It’s been about three weeks since I last saw you, I’ve missed you. I was hoping so much you’d be able to get here early so I could drag you upstairs. And now you’ve just made me even hornier still! How am I going to cope till we get home!”

I laughed, lowered my face to hers and kissed her gently on the cheek. “Perhaps we’ll just have to find a quiet corner here,” I said, “it’s not like I need to undress you much more, is it?”

She looked up at me, eyes shining. “I know. I put a bra on and knickers on originally, then took them off because I thought you’d be up here earlier and I wanted to be able to just peel the dress off and be naked underneath. And then, of course, you were a bit late, but I’d got myself all worked up, and it felt really naughty and sexy to go out without them.”

“Mmm, I’ll say!” I smiled. “It was a nice surprise at the bar. I really wanted to make you come, I’d have loved to see your reaction in that crowd.”

“So do you really want to find a quiet corner then?” she asked. “Because I reckon the cinema area has got to be the best bet. Wonder what they’re showing?”

We glanced at each other, took another long sip on our drinks, and walked purposefully towards the dining area together. There were several people pushing their way through the black drapes and coming towards us, and I assumed a film had just finished. Tricia recognised a guy coming out, and asked him what was happening. “They’re showing classic romance movies,” he said. “Casablanca has just finished, and I think the next one is Pretty Woman, or something awful like that. You might have to wait for a few minutes though, they’re not very organised in there.”

Tricia thanked him, and we ducked under the drapes. It was dark inside, and we stood still to let our eyes adjust, letting the last few people pass by on their way to the bar. A large screen was stretched out on the front wall, and a couple of people were fiddling with a projector at the back of the room. Around twelve or fifteen rows of chairs were laid out, perhaps twenty seats to a row, and Tricia silently took me by the hand and led me to a far corner, where we sat down next to each other. “You okay?” I asked her, and she nodded and took another swig of her vodka, before putting the plastic glass on the floor beside her chair.

“More than okay,” she said, placing a hand on my leg and stretching to kiss my lips. I put my arm around her neck, pulling her to me, feeling my pulse quicken as our tongues touched briefly once, then again, for longer. Tricia slid off her chair and stood bent forwards in front of me, and I reached out to stroke up and down her legs, through the dress. She backed away though, and knelt down in front of me. “Undo your trousers,” she said with a quick glance around her.




Making Fantasies Reality Pt. 02



I was happy to oblige, and quickly undid my button and zip, pulling my trousers down a little. Tricia reached for my boxer shorts, and pulled open the button fly, allowing my hard cock to spring out. “Mmm,” she smiled up at me, licking her lips and then circling her tongue around the head. Now it was my turn to have a quick look around. The cinema area was empty, even the two guys working the projector had disappeared now. I relaxed and concentrated on the loving attention she was giving my penis, caressing her head as it bobbed up and down, sucking me in deeply and easing off rhythmically.

Tricia had been telling me how frustrated she had been since we last saw each other, but I was in the same boat too, and I wasn’t going to last long before coming now. I whispered fiercely in her ear that she had better stop that, that I wanted to come inside her, and she looked up at me, pushed aside the chair she had been sitting on, stood up, hitched her dress up and stepped forward, straddling my legs. I cupped my hand between her legs, pressing a finger into her wet hole and hearing her moan, legs trembling, before I pulled my hand free and she bent her knees and tried to guide my cock into her cunt. I had to reach and rub it into the right place, and she eased herself down onto it quickly, gasping as her insides were stretched before she was properly ready. We sat like that for a moment, getting used to it, Tricia contracting her vaginal muscles around me before easing her arse up and down, creating just enough friction to feel wonderful.

Out of the corner of my eye I caught a slight movement of the drapes at the other end of the row we were in. I looked towards it, and saw two people moving about in the shadows, they must have just slipped into the cinema area, a boy and a girl. He sat down on the seat, and she knelt in front of him as Tricia had done with me. In the gloom I saw her fumbling to open his trousers, and he leant back in his chair as she started sucking him off. Had they seen us? I couldn’t be sure – they hadn’t looked at our corner at all, and we were being pretty quiet. I don’t think Tricia had seen them either, the rhythm of her hip movement hadn’t changed. I wondered if I should tell her about the other couple, but before I could decide, he groaned loudly, and Tricia looked up from where her head was buried in my shoulder.

“Oh baby, that’s good,” the other guy said loudly, and turned his head towards where we sat, not moving. His eyes seemed to stare straight into mine, but he didn’t say anything or acknowledge us in any way – was it possible he still couldn’t see us?

I moved my hips up a little, pushing my cock into Tricia, wanting her to start her sliding up and down me again, not caring if we were being looked at. She caught my need, and pushed back too, and within seconds we were fucking hard again, both looking over to the other couple. “Uh, uh, Joe, I’m gonna come,” she whispered, and I thrust up as hard as I could, holding my cock still in her as I pumped my seed and she shuddered wither own climax. She leant back and we looked each other in the eye, breathing hard but trying to be quiet still.

On the other side of the room, the girl was still sucking the guy off. He still seemed to be looking in our direction, but it looked like he was more distracted now, and we could hear his loud breathing despite the background noise from the bar. Suddenly he was coming too, we heard his strangled groan and saw her lift her head from his groin seconds later. Tricia glanced at me and then back at the pair, who were both standing up now, he doing his trousers back up. They walked along the row towards us, and she suddenly stopped, I guess seeing us for the first time.

“Oh, er, sorry,” she stammered, “I didn’t think there was anybody else here.” She turned round to her partner, and pushed her way through the chairs, ducking under the drapes. As she did so, a shaft of light came into the room, briefly illuminating us, Tricia still sitting astride me. The guy stopped, looking at us in the half-light. I just caught him wink at us, smile, and he was gone too.

Trish and I burst out laughing. “Do you think he saw us?” she asked as she struggled off me, my shrinking cock slipping out of her wet cunt.

“I don’t know, but she certainly didn’t!” I said, pulling my shorts up and zipping my trousers.

“Gotta go to the toilet,” said Tricia, “I don’t want your come rolling down my legs with my posh party frock on, do I?” I guessed not, picked up our drinks and followed her through the curtains. I don’t think anybody else saw us as we rejoined the party.

I was tired by the time people started drifting off, it had been a long day at work and then I’d had over two hours drive in the dark, as well as a few drinks. We had to wait about half an hour for a taxi, and it was past three o’clock by the time we stumbled back through the front door of Tricia’s house. We undressed quietly and got into bed, and probably for the first time since I’d known her, we fell asleep together without having sex.

….to be continued….



Making Fantasies Reality Pt. 03



(Note: this story follows on from “Making Fantasies Reality, parts 1 and 2”, in which my girlfriend Tricia and I discussed our sexual fantasies and started to act them out. Hers involved sex with another woman, and mine were about watching other people have sex, and group sex. Making two fantasies happen at the same time, I watched as Tricia and her friend Claire got a little closer, before joining them in our first threesome. Tricia and I then acted out an exhibitionist fantasy of having sex in a public place, watching another couple and being watched.)

Chapter 8

It had been bugging me for a couple of weeks now. Watching Tricia and Claire in bed had been amazing, seeing my girlfriends face as she reached her orgasm and feeling how wet it made her was an extraordinary experience. When we made love I almost wanted to step back to be able to watch her whole body move, tremble, react. My fantasies were turning towards a desire to see her fuck another man.

I wasn’t sure how I should talk to Tricia about this. I mean, she was pretty open with her sexuality and desires, and when I’d plucked up the courage to talk to her about Claire she’d been delighted, grasping the opportunity with both hands, but she’d never expressed any thoughts of doing it with another man, and I was still the only man she’d ever slept with. What would she think of me if I suggested it? And even then, how would we organise it? As ever, though, I managed to find a way of bringing it into the open, and as ever, I had to thank alcohol for loosening my tongue.

A couple of weeks after the Valentines Ball, I was back up in Birmingham again. This time I’d managed to leave work early on Friday night, and arrived at Tricia’s at about seven o’clock, to find her getting ready to go out. I quickly changed into my jeans and a t-shirt, and we were in a smart city centre bar well before eight. We met a few of her friends, and the wine flowed with the conversation, which we could all just about make out above the laid back house music favoured by the crowd. I was already fairly drunk by the time we moved off to a late opening club.

So was Tricia. She staggered slightly as we walked towards the bar, and in a sudden moment of clarity I thought that perhaps we should dance some of the wine off rather than drink more. I pulled her towards the dancefloor, busy but not yet packed. “Aren’t you going to buy me a drink then?” she pouted, but I shook my head, and we soon got into the beat. It was a kind of old fashioned disco sound, funky, a bit jazzy, and even though I’m not really into dancing I found I was capable of not making too much of a fool of myself. Although maybe the drink had just made me overconfident! Soon we were hot, sweating slightly, and having been joined by a couple of Tricia’s mates, I felt happy to leave her whilst I went to get a couple of bottles of water.

The queue at the bar was pretty long, and it was probably about ten minutes later that I made my way back towards the dancers. Approaching the floor, I saw Tricia dancing closely with her flatmate, Andy, and another couple whose names I couldn’t remember. I stopped, observing her, again enjoying the feeling of stepping back to see something I had been involved in a few minutes ago. Tricia was wearing a long skirt and a white vest top, which had a bright pink star on each breast. Never one to miss a chance to stare at her tits, I became aware that the stars were specifically designed to make people do just that, something that just hadn’t crossed my mind before. I grinned to myself – she enjoyed being looked at as much as I enjoyed looking!

I was finding it curiously erotic to watch her like this. Tricia raised her arms as the euphoria of the music took over, and I glanced at Andy’s face, watching where his eyes went. If I were in position I’d have done exactly the same – he couldn’t help but stare at her gorgeous tits, and then raise his eyes to her neck, stretched out as she threw her head back, rocking back and forwards with the beat. I almost willed him to reach out for her, to touch her, but somehow he didn’t, and as the elation of the chorus ended so too did his look of lust, and they were back to being just mates again. I wandered onto the dancefloor, and smilingly handed out water bottles.

We stayed until the club shut, at two, and managed to find a taxi quickly. Andy sat in the front giving the driver directions, and Tricia leant against me, tired more than drunk now. It wasn’t a long trip back. Andy smiled gratefully to me as I paid the driver, and we headed indoors, Andy straight upstairs to bed, Tricia and me to the kitchen to make tea. “You alright?” I asked, and she nodded in reply.

“Yeah, tired though. Good fun tonight I reckon. Did you enjoy it too?”

“Yeah, it was cool,” I said. “Haven’t been clubbing for ages. I love your new top, too!”

She smiled. “Thought you would! Found it in a market last week, and I just had to have it.”

“Yeah, and there were plenty of other people who liked it too,” I smiled, willing her to ask more. She didn’t disappoint me.

“Oh? Like who?” she said, opening her eyes wide, innocently.

“Well your flatmate for one,” I said. “He could hardly keep his eyes off you once you started dancing.”

“No,” she said, acting shocked. “Andy? As if!” Ha! – she knew damn well she was teasing him, and she was enjoying it too. “I hope you don’t mind too much?”

Of course I didn’t mind. I told her that it turned me on to see how much she turned other people on, and that I’d love to see it more. I’d really got into the thought of other people seeing us fucking, seeing her body, and she seemed to enjoy showing off too. And then it came out. “I was watching you on the dancefloor, and I wanted Andy to touch you, I wanted to see him stroke your tits, and then maybe you to kiss him, rub him back, it was just such a cool scene.”

I stopped, aware that I might have gone too far. Tricia, too, seemed unsure. “Well I like teasing, and I like showing off my body, but I don’t know if I’d like to do that. I don’t want another man, I’m more than happy with the one I’ve got!”

I smiled. “I know, I know, its my mind going into overdrive again. You just turn me on so much, I sometimes lose myself when we’re in bed, and I love the thought of being able to watch you with someone, so I can see what you’re feeling without being so closely tied up in it. It was amazing to see you with Claire, I noticed things that I hadn’t seen before about you, and I got to fantasising about watching you with another bloke, putting him in my place, like an out of this body experience.”

She was quiet for a moment, thinking. “But would you really like that,” she said, “really, not just in a fantasy?”

I thought for a moment too. “Yeah, I think I would. I don’t think me fucking Claire screwed us up at all, and I don’t think you fucking another man would either. I think it’d be another amazing experience, and I’m all for trying these things.”

She looked at me. “Okay, I’m in. But tonight I want you, just you. Come on, take me to bed.” I reached out my hand for her, tea forgotten now, and led her upstairs. She kicked off her shoes, and lit a single candle on the bedside table, and I turned the main light off. In the flickering yellow light she looked fantastic, totally desirable. I reached for her, held her tight to me and kissed her hard. Reaching to her hips, I pulled her top up and over her head, and held her at arms length to admire her body. God I wanted her so much! Quickly now I undid her bra, and threw it on the floor to join her top. Kneeling in front of her I ran my hands up her belly and soft, smooth tits, nipples rising to meet my touch, before tracing down her sides to the zip on her skirt. She stepped out of it smoothly, and I was given another pleasant surprise when I saw she didn’t have any knickers on. I looked up, smiling, and she smiled back, stroking my hair. “Ever since that night at the ball I’ve loved the thought of going out with no underwear,” she said. “Makes me feel so naughty and turned on.”

I breathed in the scent of her, and parted her legs slightly with one hand. “I want you to be turned on,” I whispered, “I love the thought of you being out like that. God, if I’d have known I’d have been trying to fuck you in the bar, in the club, in the taxi!”

“Just fuck me now,” she said, and pulled me upright. “You’ve got too many clothes on though.” She sat back on the bed, and I wasted no time in becoming as naked as she was, lying down next to her and kissing deeply again. I reached between her legs and felt just how turned on she was, her slit juicy and wet, the fine hairs surrounding it coated in her arousal. I slid my body on top of hers, and felt her legs wrapping their way around mine, drawing my hard cock towards her cunt. I grasped it firmly, rubbing the tip around her clitoris, and slid into her warmth. We both sighed at the same time, both finally getting what we wanted, and moved easily into a slow rhythmic thrust and counter thrust. It was the fuck of two people who’d got used to each others bodies, a gradual build up to a crashing crescendo, sensual movements giving way to frantic bucking, the moment before the orgasm as important as the orgasm itself. We parted, shaking and panting, in love.

Chapter 9

We were both a little the worse for wear the following morning. I got up to go to the toilet, but needed to lie down again quite quickly afterwards, and half an hour or so later Tricia did much the same. It wasn’t until about half past ten that we felt okay enough to venture downstairs to make tea and toast. Trish threw on an old t-shirt, and I’d bought a pair of shorts and a t-shirt just for such an event, and we gingerly made our way to the kitchen.

“Hey,” I started as the kettle began to steam, “are you okay with what we were talking about last night? I mean, we’d both had a lot to drink, if you’re not comfortable…” I tailed off, and turned to pour the water into some mugs.

“No,” she replied, “Its cool. I guess it would be a bit weird, but in a good way. I hope Andy gets up soon, I want him to see me dressed like this!”

I hadn’t given a thought to what she was wearing, but now I looked in more detail. Her t-shirt clung to her bra-less tits, her nipples clearly visible through it. And it was short. Short when she was standing, even shorter when she sat down, as she was doing now, at the kitchen table. My hangover lifted a little more as my brain kicked into gear again. “So do you always walk around the house dressed like this?” I asked, handing her a tea and running my hand over her bare leg.

“No,” she said, “but I quite often don’t wear a bra, and sometimes I’m a bit careless with my towel when I come out of the shower!”

I laughed. “Poor Andy, you are mean! I hope you’re going to be nice to him from now on!”

The toast was done, and I was feeling so much better. We had another cup of tea, and were starting to discuss plans for the rest of the day when we heard a noise on the stairs, and Andy stumbled into the kitchen. “Morning,” he said quietly. “I think I must have had too much to drink last night, feel a bit tender this morning.”

“There’s tea in the pot,” Tricia said, “that’ll wake you up a bit, it did me.”

I followed Andy eyes as he looked over to her. He was a picture, not sure whether to be shocked or amused, scared or delighted. Trish swung her legs round in her chair to face him, and I saw his eyes travel downwards towards her legs, not sure whether he’d be able to see her fine triangle of pubic hair but aware that he could see everything else. Tricia kept up her innocent face. “And I can recommend toast and butter too!”

“Er, yeah, tea, great,” Andy stumbled, turning away and grabbing a cup. Tricia got up and walked over to the fridge, bending slightly as she opened the door. Andy’s eyes were again on her as she picked up a pint of milk and handed it to him. “Cheers, Trish,” he managed to say.

“Joe and I were just talking,” she continued, sitting down again. “And we thought we might stay in tonight, play cards and have a pizza or chinese or something. We wondered if you’d fancy that too, if you’re not up to anything else?”

I had to admit she was good. What else was he going to say? “Er, yeah, great, great. I hadn’t got anything else planned, gonna go up to the library to get some work done in a bit, but I’ll be back about five this afternoon. What sort of time were you thinking?”

I was feeling left out of the conversation. “Yeah, that sounds pretty good,” I butted in. “We were going to have a look round town this afternoon, and then get back here with a couple of bottles of wine. Sounds like a plan is coming together!”

“Excellent!” said Tricia, standing up again. “I’d better go and get dressed and leave you to your breakfast. See ya later.”

I followed her upstairs, and she fell onto the bed, laughing wildly. “I think we may have got him!” she smiled. “Did you see his face when I spread my legs out in front of him?”

“Ooh, you hussy!” I smiled. “I couldn’t see your legs, but I thought you’d given him quite a view. What were you thinking when you did it?”

“I was thinking that it was cool to turn on two boys at the same time,” she said. “And it got me all worked up, and I think you’re going to have to do something about it, right now!” She lifted her t-shirt up slightly, exposing her nakedness, beckoning me forward. I bent my head between her spread thighs, and licked her mound, hearing her groan of pleasure as my teasing tongue probed around her clitoris, finally sucking on it, one finger finding its way to her wet hole and slipping in up to the first knuckle. “Oh, keep sucking me, keep sucking,” she moaned, and I knew she was already so close to coming. I wriggled my finger into her a little more, and tried to hold on with my lips and tongue as she started bucking and thrusting, finally unable to as she cried out in pleasure. “Oh, fuck, that was so good, I came so quick, so quick!” she gasped, as I moved up to hold her to my chest, stroking her head as she calmed down.

God I loved her being turned on! I couldn’t wait for the evening!

Chapter 10

We got dressed, and caught the bus into the city centre. Tricia wanted to buy some clothes, she said, and I wanted to have a look around a couple of record shops. It was going to be a cool, chilled out afternoon.

We returned home at around half four. I’d bought a couple of new CD’s, and put one on the stereo as Tricia shrugged off her clothes and nipped into the bathroom for a shower. She wasn’t gone long, and I swapped places with her as she towelled herself dry, washing away the last remnants of the previous nights drinking with the hot water. I came back into her bedroom to see her standing naked, looking into her wardrobe and deciding what to wear for the night.

“What do you think, Joe,” she asked, “short skirt or long skirt?” I looked at the two options she’d picked out, a long, loose, flowery summer skirt, or a tighter, dark short skirt. She’d look great in either, I thought, and hedging my bets asked what she was going to wear with it. She’d bought a white shirt earlier, which lay on the bed, and she held it up in front of her, giving a little pout as she modelled it.

“Okay, I think the short one goes better with the shirt,” I finally decided.

She grinned. “That’s because you want to see me flashing my lack of underwear at you and Andy tonight!”

I had to admit that the thought had crossed my mind, but I teased her a little, acting shocked by the idea. “What? You’re not going to wear any underwear? God, you are such a tart!”

“Ooh, I hope you don’t mind too much,” she played along. “I’ll make it up to you, promise.” She walked over to me, and draped her arms around my neck. My cock was already hard under my towel, which I pulled off as I bent to kiss her. Our naked bodies moved together as we held the kiss, and slowly eased down onto the bed, still embracing. Tricia broke the kiss, and wriggled free from my arms, sliding her body down the bed and positioning her head close to my penis. She grasped it in her hand, and stroked it gently up and down. “You’re gonna fuck me so good later,” she said, talking to my cock as much as me, “but you’re gonna have to save it for later because I’m going to have fun teasing you tonight!”

I pushed her head down, willing her to suck me, but she stood up, grinned at me, grabbed her shirt and pulled it on. No bra – nice! “Come on, get dressed, Andy’ll be back in a bit and you’ve got to go and buy enough wine to get us all slightly drunk.” I shrugged, knowing when I was beaten, and pulled on my boxer shorts, jeans and a t-shirt. She pulled the short skirt on, and I grabbed her arse as I walked out the door, giving her a squeeze that said she owed me now. She blew me a kiss as I walked downstairs, and pulled the hem of the skirt up just enough to show me what my reward was going to be.

I arrived back at the house with four bottles of wine at the same time as Andy was walking up the road from the opposite direction. He grinned as he saw me. “Ah, hey, man, I was gonna buy some beers, you didn’t have to.”

“Nah, that’s cool,” I replied. “But you can help with the pizza later!” He unlocked the door to let us in, and followed me into the kitchen, where Tricia was sitting at the table, shuffling a pack of cards. She flashed a brilliant smile at us.

“Hey, my two favourite boys, back at the same time! Can’t be bad!”

I glanced over at Andy, who was admiring Tricia’s hard nipples, pressed against the thin material of her shirt. He smiled back at her, and I decided to run upstairs for a couple of minutes with the excuse of going to the toilet to let her extend her teasing whilst hopefully putting him at his ease. My ploy must have worked – when I came back down they were both laughing and Andy was opening one of the bottles. Tricia winked at me when she was sure he wasn’t looking.

I hadn’t spent too much time with Andy before, just enough to realise he seemed like a decent housemate for my girlfriend. But as we got stuck into the wine I studied him in a bit more depth. He was, Tricia had told me, twenty years old, a little taller than me and slightly gangly, almost too tall for his body weight. He had a handsome face, blue eyes that sparkled when he smiled, which he did all the time, topped with a mop of blond hair. And he was fun too, he seemed to have a dry sense of humour, sarcastic almost, and wasn’t afraid to laugh at himself sometimes too. The time passed quickly – all of a sudden we were halfway down the second bottle.

Tricia was trying to explain a card game to us, and must have decided to up the stakes when it became obvious that neither Andy or I were understanding the instructions. “Right,” she said sternly, “we’re clearly going to have to play strip – that might make you concentrate a bit more!”

I glanced at Andy. How was he reacting? Would he back out? He was smiling, though. “Oh god!” he said, “I’ve always been rubbish at cards, I think you’re just trying to take advantage of me!” 

He glanced over at me. If I’d have been in his position I’d have been a bit unsure of myself, unsure of whether she was teasing or whether the boyfriend was okay with it. I tried to put him at ease. “Reckon she might be trying to take advantage of you,” I said. “But its alright, I won’t get jealous.”

Andy shrugged his shoulders. “Well I guess I don’t mind being taken advantage of by you,” he said to Tricia, “although I reckon I’ve nearly got the hang of this now, so you’d better watch out!”

He didn’t have the hang of it in the next round though, and Tricia laughed in delight as I lay my last card down to finish him off – she, of course, had won a couple of minutes before. “Off, off, off!” she started to chant, and Andy, feigning reluctance, stood up and peeled his t-shirt off. 




Making Fantasies Reality Pt. 03



Tricia cheered as he stood there. “Damn, next time!” he said. And fair play to him, he played a blinder, winning easily and leaving Tricia to knock me out. I threw my last cards down, stood up and pulled my own shirt off, giving a small bow to Andy and Tricia as they clapped and cheered.

I lost the next round, while Andy lost the one after, both of us taking our socks off. I looked at Andy. “Think we might have to start ganging up on Trish, mate, she’s getting too good for us.”

“Oi, no cheating!” she said, returning to the table with another bottle. She winked at me, and as she sat down squeezed my thigh. I reached over to do the same to her, pushing her skirt up and running my hand up her thigh. God, I wanted her! She pushed my hand away, and picked up the cards to deal. I lost again, and Tricia stood to cheer as I turned away from her and slowly undid the buttons on my jeans, pushing them down and stepping out of them before turning back to face the others. My erection was pushing hard at the front of my boxers, which Tricia of course picked up on. “Ah,” she said, “that’s why you’re so bad at this game, you’re not concentrating properly!” 

I had to admit that it wasn’t easy to concentrate, but I guess it was the same for her. And in the next game, which I won easily, she made a small mistake, which Andy was quickly on to, and there was no coming back. “Yes!” cried Andy, “the champion is beaten! Show us some skin!”

“Damn! I guess you boys have been learning,” she said, and stood up in front of us. She unbuttoned the top button of her shirt, and then seemed to change her mind, pulling up the hem of her skirt before dropping it again. “Top or bottom,” she looked at us, “I can’t make up my mind.”

I looked at Andy, who was grinning from ear to ear, the proverbial cat who’s got the cream. “Top,” I said, “its only fair that if you can see our chests we can see yours.”

Tricia looked down at me. “Okay, but I can pretty much see all the rest of you too!” She turned away from us, and slowly, slowly, started to undo her shirt, gradually revealing one shoulder then the other, moving the shirt down her arms and back, and finally throwing it off her wrists. Turning back to us, she smiled at the applause. “Happy now?”

Her tits looked wonderful, and I thought for a moment that I should reach out to stroke her hard nipples, but realised I wanted to make this game last. It was pretty clear that Andy and I were both happy, though. He’d had another quick glance at me to make sure it was still okay with me whilst she was doing her striptease, and I’d noted that he’d had to make an adjustment to his groin area where his fairly obvious erection was fighting to get out of his jeans. “Very happy, babe,” I said. “Can’t wait to whip your ass in the next game too!” We all sat down again, and Andy picked the cards up to deal.

Now it could have been the wine, it could have been a lack of concentration because she was sitting there with no clothes on her top, or it could have been deliberate, but Tricia played a shocking hand. Andy won quickly, and I beat her to the finish easily. She threw her handful of cards down with a look on her face that I couldn’t read – was it disgust or was it excitement? I suddenly realised that Andy probably didn’t know that she didn’t have any knickers on, and for the first time I felt a sudden panic as my heart leapt – another guy was going to see my girlfriend naked. I caught Tricia’s eye, and we held each others stare for a couple of seconds, but long enough for us both to be aware that this was still cool, we both wanted to go through with this. Tricia stood up, and both Andy and I applauded.

Again, she turned her back to us, again slowly. With a quick, flirtacious look over her shoulder, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her skirt, and edged it downwards, just half an inch or so. Andy and I looked at each other, and between us started a quiet chant, “off, off, off!” Tricia again looked over her shoulder at us, and surprised us by quickly pulling her skirt down and off, kicking it to the other side of the room. She stretched her arms above her head, as if contemplating her next move, and, finally deciding, turned round to face us.

Totally naked, she looked stunning. Her face wore a shy smile, looking for our approval, which we happily gave, Andy’s face changing from jaw dropping amazement to a beaming grin whilst I blew her a kiss. Her gorgeous, firm breasts stood proud, her toned stomach a testament to her fitness, her slender legs shapely, the triangle of fine hair covering her pussy an invitation to look further. There was a moment when none of us were sure what to say, before Andy broke the silence. “No wonder you had to be good at this, Trish, you had less clothes on than the rest of us to start with!”

She smiled, and stepped over to the table to sit down once more. “And I think I’d better start winning again, it doesn’t seem fair for me to be the only naked one!”

Picking up the cards, she gave them a quick, cursory shuffle, and dealt them out again. I felt her knee against my thigh under the table, and reached down to stroke her leg, first on the outside, then the inner thigh, feeling her legs part slightly as I moved higher. I wanted her, and she knew it, but she was enjoying the tease, and I guess I was too. She won the next round, Andy lost, and it was his turn to take his jeans off. Shrugging, he did so with good grace, and smiled as Tricia wolf-whistled him as he stood there in just a pair of white boxer shorts, which weren’t doing a very good job of hiding his erection.

He dealt the next round whilst I topped up everybody’s wine. Tricia was drinking quite quickly, I could see her face was slightly flushed – was it from the wine or the sexual excitement in the air? Whatever it was, she seemed to want to get the next round over with, and quickly won, leaving Andy and me to battle it out. It was close, but finally I prevailed. “About time!” called Trish, “I want to see more flesh!”

Andy stood in front of us once more, and Tricia whooped with delight as he teased us by turning his back on us and bending forward, showing us his muscular arse. Quickly, he slid his boxer shorts down his legs, and still with his back to us, threw them over his shoulder where they landed on the table. Tricia leaned forward and squeezed his arse cheeks with a gleeful cry, and I took the opportunity to do the same to her. Andy turned round. “I hope we didn’t have a no touching rule,” he said, “or you’d be out of the game!”

“Nobody said anything about no touching!” said Tricia, “or at least I didn’t hear if they did!”

Andy’s hard cock stood proud in front of him, and I caught Tricia looking down at his body, almost licking her lips in anticipation. I had to admit that he did have a good body, toned and fit – I’d thought of him as a bit to tall and gangly before, but naked I could see that he was pretty well proportioned. His cock looked a good size, maybe about the same as mine, and I smiled inwardly as I realised that was about the first thing I’d thought about when I saw him naked – I guess I hadn’t wanted it to be bigger than mine.

“Ooh,” Tricia pouted, “looks like all this nakedness has got you all worked up! But we haven’t finished the game yet, come on, deal ‘em out!”

Andy sat down again, smiled round the table, and picked up the cards. He dealt himself a great hand, and soon it was between Tricia and me for the loser. I was getting the hang of it, though, and laid my last card with a triumphant smile. “Damn,” said Tricia. “But I haven’t got anything left to take off!”

Andy and I looked at each other. He shrugged. “What do the rules say, then?”

“I don’t know,” I replied, pretending to flick through an imaginary rulebook. “Ah, here it is. ‘If a player with no clothing still on loses a round, they must perform a sexual favour on the player to their left’. Well, that’s clear then. Andy, what sort of sexual favour do you want?”

He looked at me, slightly shocked, I think, that I’d been so forward. Perhaps in the back of his mind this was still a game, but now he realised for sure what we wanted. His mouth opened, but no words came out. Tricia realised his predicament. “Perhaps I should come and sit on your lap whilst you make up your mind?” she suggested, and got up to walk round the table. Trailing her fingers round the back of my neck as she moved, she squeezed up next to Andy, making him move his chair back so she could sit down, wrapping an arm round his neck to hold herself in place. “Does this count as a sexual favour for you, or for me?” she asked him, picking up his arm and placing his hand over her breast, holding it there.

“Er, maybe for me, I think,” he said, but I could feel his lack of confidence draining away, and I’m sure Tricia could too as she moved his hand across her rock hard nipple.

“Yeah, and I lost the game,” she said, a faraway look in her eyes as she gazed over at me. “Joe, you’ve still got your boxer shorts on, which must mean you’re the winner. What do you want as your prize?”

She knew damn well what I wanted as my prize, and I was drunk enough and horny enough to articulate it now. “I wanna watch you and Andy fuck,” I said, firmly. “But I think that should be everyone’s prize, not just mine. D’ya think we should go upstairs, somewhere more comfortable?”

“Yeah.” Tricia and Andy said it at the same time.

Tricia slid off his lap, and held out her hand to take his. He allowed her to pull him up from his chair, and lead him out of the kitchen and up the stairs, me following a couple of steps behind. She led him into her bedroom, and turned to face him, arms around his neck, tits pushed up to his chest. “So, you gonna do me some sexual favours?” she asked, kissing him deeply on the mouth before he had a chance to say anything.

I sat down on the armchair, wanting to be involved, but wanting to watch them too. Andy’s arm was round Tricia’s back now, as the kiss became more insistent from both of them, and her hand fell down his side and groped for his cock, which was bumping against her stomach. She grasped it firmly, and I heard him groan slightly from the back of his throat. I felt a nervous tension in my stomach – I was hugely turned on, it was an amazing sight. I moved slightly in my seat, enabling me to wriggle my boxer shorts down and off, wanting to be as naked as the couple in front of me. I gave my cock a gentle stroke, easing the tension that had built up over the last couple of hours.

Tricia had moved away from Andy now, and, still in charge, knelt down before him. As she eased his stiff prick into her mouth, I could almost feel her lips on my cock – or was it just that I wanted to feel them? I watched Andy’s face as she released him – did I look as elated as that when she was sucking me? I was sure I probably did! Tricia stood up again. A quick glance at me reassured her that I was as in to this as she looked, and she turned back to Andy. “That was good,” she said to him. “Now your turn.” She pulled him towards the bed, sat on it and encouraged him to kneel before her. He bent forward and took one of her tits in his hand, sticking out a tongue to lick the nipple. She gasped – her nipples are so sensitive. Andy sucked it in deeply, and Tricia threw her head back with the pleasure. She looked over at me. “Joe, come over here,” she ordered.

I realised what she wanted me to do, she wanted both her nipples sucked at the same time. I walked over and knelt next to Andy, bending to lick and tease her. I don’t think her nipples had ever been as hard. I pushed my hand in between her legs, wanting to see just how hot she was. They parted immediately, and I stuck my finger into her clitoris, delighted but not surprised to find her soaking wet and sticky. Coming up for air, I slid my hand back down her thigh, and grabbed Andy’s wrist, pushing his hand up to take its place. Yes, I wanted her, but I wanted to watch too, and I wanted him to feel how turned on she was.

“Jesus, boys, take it easy, I don’t want to come just yet,” she gasped.

Andy stopped sucking, and let go of her nipple, laughingly. “Christ, I’ve almost come for about the last hour!” he grinned.

“Come here, I gotta feel you inside me.” Trish lay further back on the bed, and pulled Andy towards her as I backed away a few inches. Andy reached down and gave his cock a quick stroke, and edged it towards Tricia’s gaping cunt. I could see the wetness surrounding her hole, and shining on the head of his prick, as he moved it closer to her and finally rubbed it on her clitoris. Tricia gasped as he eased it a couple of inches into her, and out again. I loved the look on her face as she tried so hard to pull him into her, but he teased her a little more, before eventually giving her what she wanted and pushing his cock all the way into her. She held him there for a few seconds, getting used to only the second penis that had ever been inside her, and then they slowly started a rhythmic motion, gradually increasing speed. 

I moved behind Andy, watching his balls as his cock disappeared into my girlfriends cunt, seeing his and her reactions. I didn’t want to be a dispassionate observer, but on a clinical level I was interested in how her body reacted, and I smiled as I noticed her toes curl up as she brought her knees higher to allow him deeper. Andy’s movements slowed slightly, and his balls tightened. I realised he was about to come, and so did Tricia. “Oh yes, come in me Andy, come in me!” she gasped, and he did, his back moving up and down as his cock unloaded into her.

“Ah, jesus, that’s fucking amazing!” he exclaimed, moving his cock in and out of her again.

“Joe, I need you inside me now,” she called.

I hadn’t really thought about what would happen next, and I’m not sure that she had. But my cock was achingly hard, and had been for about three hours, and I wanted to fuck her too. Andy rolled off her, and I caught sight of his cock, still long but obviously not so hard now, glistening with his come and her juices. She held out her arms to me, and I slipped into the place Andy had vacated, my cock sliding into her so easily. Her arms tightened around my neck, and we kissed, hard. Her cunt felt strange, so slippery with Andy’s come, but it was an intensely erotic sensation.

I look down at her face, flushed with passion. “I want you to come,” I said quietly.

“Yes, yes,” she gasped back at me, “I’m coming, I’m coming!” That was enough for me too, and we bucked hard against each as I shot my load of spunk into her and she shook with the force of her own orgasm. We slowed our movements, breathing hard, sweating slightly.

“Fuck, that was so hot!” Andy exclaimed from behind us somewhere. I pulled my shrinking cock from Tricia’s cunt, and rolled off her. He was leaning back in the chair, cock hard again and lying on his stomach. 

Tricia sat up on the bed, and beckoned him over. “Can you pass me my wine, please?” she asked, almost demurely, which made me laugh as I noticed the pool of come leaking from her cunt onto the bedsheet.

Andy bent down and picked up a couple of wine glasses, handing them to Tricia and me. He stepped back to pick up his own glass, and I edged back onto the end of the bed as he came and sat at the other end, Tricia between us. I raised my glass for a toast. “To the fulfilment of our wildest fantasies!” We chinked glasses, and drained the wine.



Making Fantasy A Reality



I stepped off the plain, into the hot, humid night; acutely aware of why I was was there. I hadn't seen him in almost ten years. We had been involved for a while, back in our college days. Oh, yes, I knew why I was there, but I wondered how he would react to seeing me again after all these years. All I knew about his life was that he was recently divorced, had a brand new job, which was what had taken him to the Houston area, and was very, very horny. We had seen each other for a while in college, and while we had made very passionate love, I never did fully let go. I was older than him, and he seemed a little more reserved than me. I didn't want to scare him off. When I think about what I wanted to do with him............I feel my nipples harden at the thought. 

In the cab, I thought about the very steamy emails that we hade been sending back and forth over the net. If I had known that he was capable of this, I would have let my desires run unbridled. If he only knew what he does to me when he tells me how he would like to touch me. Thinking of this, I felt a familiar stirring within. I asked the cabbie to stop off at a local bar. I needed something to take the edge off if I was going to go through with this. 

Inside the bar, it became apparent that the outfit I chose for the night, a tight black lace-up leather corset, a black leather mini skirt, and black thigh high leather boots, was a real attention getter, as several pairs of eyes turned from the bar to look at me. I had decided to forego any undergarments when I had dressed that morning, and I smiled to myself, thinking that he would have loved being out in public with me, and being the only one to know my little secret. The corset showed a lot of cleavage, and I felt confident when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror over the bar. One guy even came over and offered to buy me a drink, but I politely refused. I wasn't about to let anything stand it the way of getting what I wanted tonight. I had come too far to let that happen. I only had one man on my mind that night. I paid the bartender, and went back out to find my cab. 

It hadn't been easy, but I had managed to find out where he was staying, and I had called ahead to tell the hotel that I was his wife, and that I would be joining him this evening. It took some convincing, but they agreed to leave a key for me at the desk. 

When I arrived at the front desk, It occurred to me that I looked more like a hooker than a wife who was here to surprise her husband (the story I had told the guy on the phone earlier in the day). The guy at the front counter didn't miss a beat. He handed me the key, and I swear I saw him wink at me before I turned and walked away! 

So, there I was, hundreds of miles from home, I made it past the front desk, and all that lay between me and what I wanted was a few feet of hallway, and the door to the room. It wasn't that late, so I figured that he would still be up, maybe surfing the net. Or, maybe he wouldn't be there, and I could slip into his bed and wait for him. 

When I stepped up to the room, there was no sound coming from the other side of the door. What if he wasn't there? I almost talked myself out of going in; I didn't know what I would say to him once I was in the room. This was the moment of truth. I could go back home, and never fulfill the fantasies that had played themselves out in my mind, or I could go inside and make them a reality. I made my decision, and turned the knob. 

It was dark inside the room, except for the light that was coming from the Tori Wells movie that was playing on the TV. I could see that she was busy going down on some blond chick. I heard a sound that came from the direction of the bed. As my eyes adjusted, I could see him lying, stretched out on the bed. I couldn't believe that I was actually looking at him, lying on the bed, only partially covered by the sheet. I was close enough to reach out and touch him, but I hesitated for a minute, taking the time to drink in his form, memorize the way he looked, to listen to the sound of him breathing. I stripped out of my clothes, and contemplated my next move. 

Suddenly, the room went dark. It took a second before I realized that the sleep timer on the TV must have gone off. At this point, the room was completely dark. I reached out until I could touch the edge of the bed. I crawled in, ever so slowly, so as not to startle him. I reached under the covers, and realized that he already had a raging hard on. I wondered whom he was dreaming about. I touched the tip of his cock with my tongue, drawing little circles around the tip, and with this, he moaned, and shifted his position. I was kneeling between his legs, and proceeded to lick up and down the length of him, like his cock was a lollipop. I worked my way down the shaft, and back to the tip. He still didn't wake up, but his breathing grew faster. I took the head in my mouth, and worked it in and out, and in and out, slowly, at first, and then gradually getting faster, and all the while holding and squeezing his balls. He reached out, and put his hands on the back of my head, and started thrusting into my mouth as I sucked on his rock hard cock. 

The next thing I knew, he pulled me up beside him, and started kissing me very passionately. He rolled me over on my back and he started kissing my neck. He worked his way down my body, kissing and sucking my nipples, and licking ever so slowly and gently down. He parted my legs, and touched me, and found that I was already very wet from the anticipation of what would come next. He bent down and kissed me all around, teasing me, but knowing what I wanted. I couldn't take the teasing much longer, and I think that he sensed that, because he started to lick me. Every time that his tongue touched me, I felt like little explosions were going off inside of me, and I moved to meet each contact. I realized, quite quickly, that I was about to cum. I grabbed the sheets on either side of me, and rode through every wave of that wonderful orgasm. He continued to stroke me with his tongue, gently, until it subsided. 

At that exact moment, I knew that I needed him. I needed to feel his hard cock buried inside me. His need must have matched mine, because he rolled me over on my hands and knees, and entered me from behind, in one long, smooth movement. He moved in me, pulling out until only the head of his cock was inside me, and then driving into me until I was completely filled with him. 

He seemed to sense the exact rhythm it would take to drive me over the edge. I found myself begging him not to stop, to fuck me. And he did, as though his very life depended on it. His breathing became labored, and fast, and I realized that he was about to climax. I too was very close, so I reached under and grabbed his balls, and squeezed them. He started to moan, and I knew he was cumming. That was enough to send me over the edge. We were cumming together, and I am pretty sure that the people in the adjoining rooms knew it. 

We rolled over together, quite spent, and layed together nested like spoons, him still inside of me. And that is how we slept. 

The next morning, when we awoke, he was surprised to see me. He said that he often dreamed of me, and had assumed that what we had shared the night before was a wonderful dream, until he rolled over a found me lying next to him. Of course, I offered to prove to him that it hadn't been a dream, and offered myself to him again.........................



Making Fantasy a Reality



By the time I began my second year of college, I had come to the halting realization, one both frightening and thrilling, that I had a growing sexual interest in men. It was a mystery to me how these desires had come about, as I had always been attracted only to women. Still, I could not deny that these new fantasies elicited a physical response. Often as I lay in bed after a night of socializing with roommates and friends, I imagined my bedroom door being quietly opened, one of our group slipping first into my room, then into my bed, and then into me. Lying naked in the bed, I would stroke my rigid dick and imagine how I would squirm and buck beneath the man who would eventually claim my virginity, whomever he might be.

During the fall and winter of that year, my fantasies were realized only in my imagination. I was too inhibited and inexperienced to go beyond the fantasy stage. In the spring, though, as the warm weather returned and the world began again its annual phase of renewal, a chance encounter would ultimately make real my imaginings.

One Saturday morning, I took my racket and a few cans of balls to the campus tennis courts. I went alone, intending to practice my serve and to hit balls against the practice wall. The courts were empty, save for one man, whom I judged to be in his 40's. Like me, he was serving into an empty court and then retrieving his balls and continuing. After a short time he walked over and asked if I would like to hit a few balls with him. For the next hour or so, we hit forehands and backhands over the net to each other. Although more than 20 years my senior, my new practice partner seemed especially fit. He moved about his side of the court with a smooth and powerful athleticism that seemed to come naturally to him. I was quite attracted to him, and the notion that he was a man old enough to be a father or uncle to someone my age seemed to add an element of the forbidden to my attraction.

By the time we shook hands and I left the courts that Saturday, I had learned that his name was Alan, that he was a professor of literature at the university, and that he lived near the campus. Surprisingly, in addition to these rather mundane generalities, I learned something quite specific and personal about him. As we stood sipping water during a break from the tennis, I had offhandedly asked him if he had children. He laughed and told me that he had none that he knew of - and then confided that he was gay and he didn't think it at all likely that any of the men he had fucked had become pregnant. I smiled and agreed that it was not likely. His casual reference to fucking, and in particular to fucking other men, had an immediate effect on me. I felt my heartbeat accelerate, and my face felt warmer. I don't know if he noticed, but if he did he said nothing. I felt embarrassed for having blushed like a schoolgirl, but the thought of him fucking me had suddenly leaped into my head, before I could even begin to examine the idea. He looked at me carefully for a moment, and I wondered if he suspected what I was thinking. Then the moment passed and we said our goodbyes. 

Several Saturdays later, I returned to the tennis courts and was pleased to see Alan there again. This time, we exchanged telephone numbers, and over the course of a month or so we met several times for coffee and talked on the phone just to see how things were going. One day, Alan phoned and told me he hoped I would come to his house for dinner on the following Friday. I was happy to say I would love to come, but after I accepted, I was quite anxious about it. I knew that I wanted Alan to take me to bed, to be my first man. What better opportunity was there than to be alone with him at his house, after a nice dinner and some wine? And my instincts were telling me that he wanted to have me, although the signs were subtle and I was in no way experienced in reading them. I was deathly afraid of coming out and telling him my desires for him. And it is also true that, in spite of the elaborate fantasies I had conjured up about being intimate with Alan, I was afraid of the actual sexual details. I had no experience with men. I didn't know what role to play, or how to play it. What will he expect of me? In spite of my willingness to be fucked, will I be able to accommodate him when he penetrates me? Will it hurt? All these questions and more plagued me in the days leading up to that fateful Friday.

The dinner at Alan's was indeed nice, and the several glasses of wine relieved a good measure of the anxiety I felt. We sat in the living area of his house and told more of our individual histories. Then, he apologized in advance for asking such a personal question. He wanted to know if I had thought about he and I having sex. This moment was obviously a turning point. I felt my voice rising a bit as I told him that I had often fantasized about it. In a tumble of words I told him I had never been with a man before, and that the idea both turned me on and scared me. He asked me what specifically I had fantasized about, and in a nearly breathless voice I said that I had repeatedly imagined him fucking me. 

And fuck me he did, multiple times throughout a long night. He took my hand and led me up the stairs. I felt flushed and a little boozy from the wine and the explicit talk of sex. When he helped me remove my clothing, my cock began to stiffen, and he sat me on the side of the bed and sucked me until I was rock hard. I lay on the bed and watched him begin to undress. When he turned toward me, fully nude, I saw a lean, smoothly muscled man. And he was definitely all man, hard pecs and arms and thighs. Alan was very well endowed. I stared at his half-hard dick, a thick long thing that swayed slowly back and forth as he walked toward me. Again, I wondered if I could accommodate him.

I held his big dick as he lay beside me. He put his tongue in my mouth and I accepted it and could not help but release a low moan. We kissed and licked and squeezed for a long time. He played with my ass and slowly began to finger-fuck me. We put ourselves in a 69 position and I sucked him while he rimmed me, moving his tongue in circles around my hole and then inserting it into me. I became conscious of a persistent sound, and realized it was me, moaning and making oohs and aahs in response to what he was doing to me.

He told me to relax and have a little more of my wine as he excused himself and left the bed. When he returned, he carried a bottle of lubricant, which he applied to my ass and then to his hard dick. He knelt between my legs, lifted them to his shoulders, and pressed the fat end of his dick against my sphincter. He was very slow and deliberate, telling me to relax in a slow, soothing voice. I felt myself being spread apart, and then he retreated slightly before pushing gently again. Then after a few moments his large glans suddenly slipped into me. I cried out involuntarily, and he stayed completely still. The pain was sharp, and it made me tense my entire body, it seemed. He grabbed by cock and squeezed hard, quietly telling me to relax. The sharp pain quickly receded, and Alan slowly worked his length into me. He lowered himself onto me and I soon was bearing his weight and accepting his long thrusts. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he fucked me for a long time, slowly at first, then with more speed, then slowly again. He held me in a tight grip and fucked me deep and hard. I sucked his tongue and put my hands in his hair.

And so throughout the remainder of the evening, and late into the night, we rutted and sucked and pinched and kissed, with Alan mounting me in various positions. Finally, I sat on him and stroked my dick until I came on his hard stomach.

In the months that followed, my confidence as a sexual partner of men improved, thanks mostly to Alan and the sexual interludes we enjoyed when we could. I met several of Alan's friends and associates, and joined Alan and one of these men in a three-way, during which both Alan and I fucked the young guy almost senseless. Alan sometimes hosted dinners at his house for a few guests, usually a partnered couple, which invariably concluded with Alan bedding one of the men while I bedded the partner in the adjoining bedroom. 

Time, of course, kept passing by. All too soon I had finished college and moved on. But I still think of Alan and those days of exploration and discovery.