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Advice

By: Ballzac



This story is based on a true person and an actual conversation (complete with the crudities of language that were expressed and a male centric viewpoint that some might find demeaning to women) that I witnessed. It is a glimpse at a type of individual, which is uncommon, but not rare among human beings. This type of person can be either male or female; they have a unique personal magnetism, which attracts people to them. You have probably seen them or have heard of someone like them. In school they are the most popular boys and girls, in business they rise through the ranks of the corporate world faster than their actual talent should allow; as politicians they easily win office. 

They exude an aura that attracts both sexes to aid them in their causes. When their cause is noble, they can bring much good into the world; however, if their desires turn to sex, they are usually able to seduce whomever they wish. While these sexual dynamos are rare, history is filled with their names; Casanova is an example of a male that was extraordinarily successful in seduction, while Cleopatra and Mata Hari are representative of women who ruled men, by using their sexual prowess. John Noland is a modern day example of a master of seduction.

It was one day at the start of summer that I was sitting with John Noland, in his house and discussing everything from cabbages to kings, when the buzzer for his gate sounded. John lives in a house located at the top of a small hill surrounded by forest. At the turnoff from the main road onto the narrow dirt road, which winds up the hill to John's home is an electronically locked gate. To get through the gate, a visitor must first press the buzzer, and then wait for John to release the lock. 

"It's that Benson kid," John said looking down at the car and the figure standing next to the gate and pushing the button opening the gate. "He's a good kid. Kinda, naïve, but so was I at his age."

John Noland is an artist; a maker of pots, vases, etcetera, whose works of art may be seen in galleries and private collections throughout the West. He is a man approximately sixty years old, standing around six feet tall, astoundingly physically fit, and exuding a personality that naturally made most people want to be his friend. 

John welcomed the young man into his house and gave him a beer as he introduced me to the visitor. The two men sat down and after a couple of swallows of brew began to talk.

The youngster asked John teasingly, "Well, John getting any tail lately?"

John took a deep pull on his beer before looking at the kid, "Oh, a little bit. Had me a gal in here this last weekend. Her husband had to leave for an hour and a half, so I was able to fuck her twice before he came back and picked her up." John grinned at the younger man, "Just because I live by myself, and doubtless seem like an old man to you, doesn't mean that I can't find a way or two to get laid."

"No offence intended," the kid hastily said. "I was just kidding."

"I know you were," laughed John. "When I was your age, I was the same way, but I've learned a few things since then. A couple of those things are, never sell anyone short, and don't judge someone by their appearance." 

"How many women have you had?" The kid asked. "It has to be a lot."

"I've never counted," John stated, " making love to women is not like playing a game where you keep score. If you think like that, you are on the wrong track, and you had better do some rethinking. I respect women and love to give them pleasure. In the end, it is up to the woman if she wants me to fuck her or not. I don't keep a tally of how many I've had or how many have turned me down.

"I'm a firm believer in doing things the natural way, and that means I fuck without a condom, but because of that, I have to be extra careful. I always make sure that the women I fuck are clean, wholesome gals. There are a whole lot of terrible diseases out there, just waiting for the fool that runs around shoving his dick into any and every woman he meets. You have to be very careful. The smartest thing is to wear a condom, but I'm not noted for my smarts. I am smart enough to get regular checkups from doctor."

"How do all those women feel about you riding them bareback?"

"Well, sometimes they're pretty reluctant. After they get to know me a bit and learn my beliefs most of them go along with it."

"Don't they object to you filling them with sperm?" 

"The first time or two, if they insist, I'll pull out and shoot on their bellies, but after that, they almost always to come around to my way of thinking, and they allow me cum in them. See it's like this, for real sex to occur, cum has to flow from the male into the female–that's the natural way. Now, it doesn't matter if the cum ends up in a gal's mouth, her cunt, or her asshole, but it isn't really sex until the female ends receiving a man's cum. That's the way nature intended and that's the way it should be, anything less isn't really sex."

"Wow, I've never thought about it like that," the young man admitted. "What's the most times you've managed to cum in one day?"

"You know I've never counted. I guess it would be about ten or eleven times, but that took a long day and it drained me fairly dry for a week."

"Gee "and I think it is a lot when I can cum four times in a day," the kid said in amazement. "Have you ever been married?"

"No, I've never been married, and I don't intend ever to get married, but I'll bet I regularly get more pussy than most of the husbands in this world. Sure, I look to you like an old man, and the truth of the matter is I'm not hung like a horse, only average, but I know how to use what I've got.

"Kid, I'm going to give you some good advice, and if you work at it, you'll be as successful at getting laid as I am. First thing off, unless you are planning on marrying some special gal, only fuck married women. When you stick to fucking married women you usually don't have to worry about them being jealous, and you don't have to worry if the gal gets knocked up. If she does get pregnant, she sure as heck isn't going tell her husband that you're the one that got her that way. The only thing you have to watch out for is keeping the husband in the dark, and that can be done with a few common sense precautions.

"Take a look out that window. Looks like mainly trees out there, but there are a lot of homes sitting out in that forest. There must be some sixty married couples living within two miles of here, and I've fucked quite a few of the wives, ranging in age from their early twenties clean up to their seventies. I screw some of those women on a regular basis, and I make my way into the pants of a lot of the others every few months.

"You see, after the first five years of married life, a gal becomes ripe for the picking. Her husband probably only fucks her once or twice a week, and usually that is just a quick screw that leaves the woman hanging in air, unsatisfied. Too many of those husbands think only of getting themselves off, and they forget about the needs of their wives. Those wives are sexually frustrated, and it only takes a man with the right approach to get in between their legs. Most of those women are looking to do something out of the ordinary, which will lend some excitement to their lives. They love their husbands and don't want to break up their homes, but secretly they are ready for a fling. If you were to ask most of those wives, if they would think about fucking another man, they'd slap your face and send you on your way. However, they're missing something in their lives and if you know the right approach you can be the one to provide them with what they lack.

"A good many husbands have stopped listening to their wives. That is, their husbands hear their words, but often don't understand the meaning behind those words. In addition the husband and wife have gotten into a sexual rut. That magical spark, that once inflamed their passions has dimmed, or worst yet, gone totally out. 

"Now, I come along, and I listen to them. I dedicate some serious time to getting to know a woman; I become her friend, a very good friend. I want to do what is best for the woman. I want her to know she is someone special and is someone that can still inspire lust in a man's heart. I do my best to help her in everyway I can, and not just in the bedroom. In addition to listening to her, I help out with chores around the woman's homes, chores that her husband always seems too busy to do. I gain the woman's confidence, she knows I don't want to breakup her marriage and won't go dragging her name through the muck. She will then begin to see me as someone she can relax with and she begins to let go of her inhibitions. Sometimes it happens in a few minutes, and sometimes it takes days, but she will usually come around to the point where she will want me to make love to her. Finally, I'll give her the kind of fucking that she been missing since her honeymoon was over. Afterwards, she might feel a little guilty, but I help her over that. Most times the woman will find out that her relations with her husband improve; she approaches sex with a renewed lust that the husband really appreciates. 

"Let me give you an example. There is this young gal whose husband owns his own business. They've been married for only three years, but he has to be gone fourteen hours a day. By the time he gets home he doesn't feel much like taking care of the little lady. I came on the scene, started helping out with a lot of the yard work and helping do other chores. That went on for months. Then, the gal began confiding in me about how she was getting frustrated. I listened to her and began to understand her deepest feelings. I tried to assure her that it was normal for her to have such feelings and that, in time she would find that the situation would improve.

"Eventually our conversations started to turn to sex. I could tell that she was reluctant and embarrassed to say anything, but once she started talking all her sexual frustration poured out. It was evident that she was very unhappy with her husband's lack of attention. I didn't do much more than listen and show some sympathy. Then one day, she asked me if I thought she had a good body. I answered that I thought she was a great looking woman and if I were a younger man I'd be trying to get a more intimate look at it. She sadly smiles and said she didn't think her husband thought that she was sexy. 

"The next thing you know is she asked if I wanted to see her naked. No way I could turn that down. Pretty soon she is naked as all get out standing in front of me. She had smallish tits with sort of puffy nipples and a pussy that she kept shaved. I praised her up on side and down the other. She wanted to know why her husband didn't think so. I told her I was sure that he did, but that he had a lot of work. Next she sat down beside me sort of crying. I just put my arm around her and comforted her and in a couple of minutes she was zipping down my pants. 

"I started to work her tits with my hands and mouth – let that be a lesson to you, pay plenty of attention to a woman's tits. Too many men just give a gal's tits a couple of feels and then move on to the pussy. A woman likes to be handled gently. Caressed as if she were some kind of fine work of art and her tits a very important part of her. Anyhow, she got so excited by what I was doing to her tits that she gave up on my zipped and began kissing. That's another lesson – do a lot of kissing. Remember when you have your tongue in her you've got a part of your body in her body. It's like one mouth fucking the other. Also, make sure you kiss her all over her face, ears, throat, and tits. Suck her nipples into your mouth and let your tongue work over them. Tease the top of each nipple with your tongue; you'll feel them get harder as you do it. A woman needs to be played like the fine instrument she is, the key is to take your time and work her up to a fever pitch.

"After I made sure I had paid my fondest respects to her upper half one of my hands slid slowly down her belly while my mouth and other hand kept busy with her tits. At first she kept her legs together, but I just continued kissing and fondling her. I gently caressed her thighs and tummy until she began to open her legs. Then I, ever so gently, began to rub her clitoris using irregular motions. She began panting and moaning pressing against my hand on with her cunt. That's another lesson – don't be in a hurry to slide your fingers in a girl's pussy. Make sure you stimulate her clit first and foremost. I kept that up for awhile then started pushing a finger in her and then back to her clit. I could tell she was working up to a cum when I slid off the couch and got on the floor between her legs. I could have fucked her then, but that would have been selfish. I started eating her out, making sure that most of my tongue work was on her clit, and only now and then sticking my tongue in her pussy hole. I kept one of my hands on her tits gently molding the end of her nipples. I stretched a couple of fingers of the other hand into her cunt while I sucked on her clit. (That's another thing – make sure your fingernails are short and aren't rough) My fingers found her G-spot and in no time she was cumming hard and long. 

"When she finally came down from cumming, I knew she was ready to be fucked. I dropped my pants and got between her legs. I could tell that she expected me to plant my dick in her, but I just rubbed it over her clit and around and around her hole until she started to beg me to fuck her. I kept working her up until she actually grabbed my cock and put it in her cunt and then grabbed my waist and pulled me toward her. Slowly and effortlessly, I slid forward as her wet pussy adhered around my dick. I began fucking her, every now and then I would change up rhythm, but always making sure that my motions also rubbed her clit. Before long she was cumming again, but I kept fucking her and rode her for twenty-five minutes before shooting my cum deep into her cunt. She had cum so often and hard that she could hardly move. All she could do is lie there out of breath while my cum dripped out of her pussy and onto the rug.

"I'm a lucky guy. I'm one of those people that can fuck again after only a short rest. I fucked her four times in about four hours, averaging twenty minutes to a fuck. She thanked me so very much for making her feel better. 

"I continued to fuck her, fairly often for the rest of that month, and during that time she told me that her lovemaking with her husband was getting better. She even said I saved her marriage. 

"Hell, she just needed to feel better about herself, and when she started feeling better, the rest of her married life got a lot better. Her husband still has a lot of work, but she feels a lot better about him and their relationship. I still fuck her, from time to time, but I take a lot of pride in the fact that I was able to help her get her mind straightened out and helped her and her husband to stay together.

"Now usually I don't fuck a girl that young; usually, the women are older and have been married a lot longer. They need a little excitement in their lives and a lot of good sex. I can provide those things and I do it in a manner where their husbands will never catch them. I love women and I want to help them to enjoy life to the fullest. I want to add a little adventure to their lives.

"Keep in mind boy; you always need to treat a woman with respect. Never treat her like she is a cunt waiting for your cum, if you do that you're only a selfish bastard who is on the road to disaster. Give a gal pleasure and take your time, you'll be glad you did."

The purpose of this little tableau has been solely to illustrate, to both men and women, that master seducers exist and often prey on the spouses of the unsuspecting. I believe that John thinks that he is actually helping the women he seduces, but I can't agree with him. John is my friend, but even friends can disagree. I disapprove of John's habit of taking other men's wives and I would get very nervous if he were alone with my wife. Therefore be warned, allow your wife, girlfriend, husband, or boyfriend to feel as if she or he is being taken for granted, and you may find a John or Jill Nolan at your door.

Advice Columns



Pure fiction. My thanks to editor Windy Swimming.

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I have one secret habit that I have learned to not tell people about because they just don't get it. I love advice columns, everything from Playboy Advisor to Ann Landers. I think they are as funny as a rubber crutch, and for much the same reason. It is amazing how we humans keep making the same mistakes over and over. Once, however ...

My favorite story, or problem, or whatever it is people think they are writing, is the one where a wife is having a fun evening with a good girlfriend. The husband and alcohol may or may not be directly involved, but at some point the wife, in a moment of divine inspiration, decides it would be really, really fun to surprise her hubby with both women in their bed! So, eventually, hubby comes to bed. The first part of this story I love is his reaction. Some take one look and just dive in and start humping the friend. Usually there is at least some amount of grab-ass involved. Sometimes the guy tries to play it cool and sophisticated, and gets into bed as if nothing is out of the ordinary. Anyway, all fall asleep. Then the wife wakes up in the middle of the night to find her hubby and her friend making like rabbits. Well, Du-oh! So wifey wants to know if she should confront either her husband or her friend, because she feels betrayed but recognizes that she just might not have used her best judgment in creating the situation. 

I mean, come on! I've seen this one over and over! I just love it. Maybe the columnists make this up? No one could be that dumb!

A variant of the story had appeared in an advice column in our local paper earlier in the week, and it popped into my mind while I was caressing the softness of Sue's inner thighs and sucking on her tits, one at a time. We were taking it slow. We have a very good marriage with no secrets, supposedly, and a lot of sex, and no kids, yet. Now, I am sure my wife is not dumb enough to pull something as bad as that story, but I wondered, so I looked up into her lidded eyes, full of love and lust, and asked "Just out of curiosity, have you ever wanted to share me with any of your friends?"

Apparently I am that dumb. A few alarms went off in the back of my head before the words were even out of my mouth. As comprehension slid into her eyes, lust fled, followed by love. More alarms. She pushed herself up the bed so she was sitting with her back against the headboard, crossed her arms across her chest and crossed her ankles. There was no softness in those thighs now, and I had to extricate my hand from the vise that her legs had become. 

I was officially in trouble.

"So, just which of my friends do you want to fuck?" she demanded.

I looked at the ceiling, looking like I was really thinking really, really hard, because I was really thinking really, really hard. I finally looked back at Sue and replied honestly "All of them, of course, but no one in particular." That just seemed to make things worse. So I launched into a hurried explanation of my love of advice columns and my favorite story that is just hysterical and it was just printed again, and... I talk too much, and it did no good.

"You expect me to believe all that shit?!?" She asked indignantly. "The only reason you would ask a question like that is that you really do want to fuck one of my friends, and I would bet you do have someone specific in mind." 

She started to get out of the bed, and I grabbed her arm to stop her. "Wait! You don't understand! Yea, I'm a guy. Guys at their core love variety, but we learn to deal with it in other ways. You know I notice other women. You know I fantasize about other women. We've joked about it. Another thing about guys: we bond, at least some of us. Marriage is a legal document, and means little to me emotionally. I was bonded to you long before you walked down that aisle, and unless something destroys that bond, I would never risk that. Not just for sex. Not with anyone. At least, not without your permission." 

"You expect me to give you permission...!?!" She was almost screeching. Oops, one fact too many.

I grinned. "No, I absolutely do not expect that! What I'm trying to tell you is that I am yours! You own me, even if you don't realize it." I remembered that women all supposedly have this separation fear. "I'm not going anywhere, babe, you're stuck with me."

She started to soften. Eventually we made up and got to the point of cuddling, but I wasn't getting laid that night. She never answered the original question. I didn't ask again.

So the whole thing had blown over, right?

Every other Friday afternoon, Sue gets together with a bunch of her girlfriends. Yea, these were the women she assumed I wanted to fuck. As usual, I picked up take-out on the way home, but Sue was grouchy when she got home. None of the usual stories, no planning the weekend together, something was bothering her. 

After dinner, I sat her down and insisted that she tell me what was wrong. It took some wheedling. "Well, all through the afternoon, I kept looking at each of my friends in turn, wondering if she was the one." Uh-oh. "Finally, I told the whole group your story. They all agreed that no woman could be that stupid and you were covering something, even if you don't know it. So I asked them point blank who you wanted to have an affair with. I had to know."

"They all sat up straight in their chairs, and all of them put their hands in their laps, and looked at each other. Surprise! No one raised their hand. Then Lisa joked that I had asked the wrong question. She posed the question as to which of them would bed you if they had the chance. I was shocked when several started to move and thought better of it. Even Lisa! So Lisa said that was also a bad question, and rephrased it as which of them would bed you if they had the chance AND knew that I could never find out. Would you believe that 4 of them raised their hands! Damn, my own friends selling me out. I was in shock. Then Lisa laughed, and reminded me that I had once said I would love to get Eric alone, and everyone laughed.

"Lisa pointed out that there was absolutely no way to know that I would never find out, so the question didn't mean anything. It was all idle speculation! So I laughed with the rest of them. But really, I am upset. I mean, four of them! I guess you're a popular boy!"

I managed to not react to the compliment. "You are the only one I want, and the only one that can change that. I am in love with you." With some gentle work for a while longer, I got her out of her funk, and she did make love with me when we went to bed.

So, now it really was over, right? Right?

Two weeks later, Lisa was at our house for dinner Friday night after the girl's afternoon out. There was nothing unusual about that. After dinner, Sue was cleaning up in the kitchen, and Lisa leaned back, feet up on the living room couch and asked: "So, Sue says you want to do me. That true?" Her voice, normally low, was throaty and husky all at once.

I spluttered and immediately looked at the kitchen. Sue was out of sight, but that could change at any second. "In an alternative universe where I am not married, in a heartbeat, yes. But, as you may have noticed, I am married and love Sue very much." I spoke rapidly before Sue could appear, hoping that would quell any further questions without offending her.

Lisa grinned and slid one leg off the couch, spreading and lifting her other knee and giving me a full crotch shot. I broke out in a sweat, even though I couldn't see much of anything. It was dark under her full skirt and my eyes had not adjusted to that light. Luckily, I looked for Sue just as she came into the room and I turned away. Lisa and Sue started chatting and giggling while I just tried to get my heart rate down after dodging yet another bullet. They would probably chat most of the rest of the evening, so I went down to the basement to watch a game, but I couldn't get that image of Lisa spreading her legs out of my head. Damn!

Sue called down that she was going to bed. The game was a complete loss, so I killed the TV and headed up the stairs, turning off lights and checking the doors as I went. I was guessing that all I would get tonight was a cuddle, but hope springs eternal.

Imagine my surprise (shock?) when I walked through the bedroom door, and both of them were in our bed with the sheet drawn up to their chins. Super sophisticate that I am, I dropped my chin to the floor, then demanded "What?!? Really?!?!?!" Sue giggled a little nervously, and Lisa just smirked and blew me a kiss.

I shed my shirt right over my head without unbuttoning it before my brain caught up to the action and I decided make sure this was real. I grabbed the sheet between their feet and started pulling it down; I could just see Sue setting me up with both of them fully clothed in bed. It would cost me a lot of points if I just overreacted. They clung to the sheet, but it finally jerked out of Sue's hands, and Lisa let go immediately after. The sheet jumped down to expose two pair of breasts to die for: Sue's cute, perfect cones that I love every chance I get, and Lisa's much larger wonders, sagging outward from their mass. I almost passed out: they were serious.

A quick digression: Sue is very athletic and has a tomboy type figure with narrow hips, naturally high medium breasts, a straight blond Dutch cut, and an insatiable sexual appetite; Lisa, I was to learn, is voluptuous, soft curves, wide hips, nicely large breasts. brown wavy hair half-way down her back, and an unknown but apparently healthy sexual appetite. Both are walking wet dreams, just different. They have also been best friends since junior high.

I started gently pulling the sheet down further. "Hey! Not yet! Lose the pants, first!" That was my demure wife. I did as I was told. The bulge in my Jockeys was obvious to all as I reached for the sheet again. Sue held up her hand again in a sign for me to stop.

"What do you think, Lisa, has he done enough to earn a better view?" Sue asked innocently.

"Nah," responded Lisa with an evil grin, "I want to see all of him."

I rolled my eyes while my cock twitched happily. "Well then," I replied walking over to her side of the bed, "maybe you should do the honors!" Lisa sat up with a decidedly happy smirk on her face and turned toward me.

"Oops! Time for me to go!" announced Sue. "You two enjoy yourselves! I'll be downstairs." 

As she stood, nude, and reached for her old terry bathrobe, I moved quickly to intercept her. "No!" I exclaimed. "Nothing happens unless you stay. I will not let this come between us." I softened my voice. "At a minimum, I need you to stay in the room so you know what really happens, no suspicions or unanswered questions." 

Sue looked at me with a bit of a shocked expression. "But... I'm giving you permission..." I shook my head slowly. Sue looked at Lisa, who was back to lying on her side, with the sheet over her hips. My insides knotted up at the sight. Damn, I really did want her now! I hoped I was doing the right thing. I would get my exercise by kicking myself around the block nightly if this fell apart now.

"Lisa?" Sue asked.

"I told you, it's been too long for me," Lisa replied with a leer, "I'd happily do the entire athletic department in the main quad at lunchtime! C'mon! Join the fun!"

"I'm not sure what to do... or even what I would want to do..." Sue complained. 

"Do whatever you feel like at the moment." Lisa suggested. "I'm sure it will come to you." Lisa was grinning in that evil way, again. She reached over and patted the bed on Sue's side as an invitation.

Sue nodded slowly, and I moved back toward Lisa's side of the bed again as Sue hung the robe and sat tentatively on the other side. Looking at Sue and that familiar, sexy body, I ached for her too. This was going to be a long, hard night, I hoped.

Lisa swung her legs over the edge, sheet still across her lap, and smacked her lips happily as I stopped right in front of her. She caught my eyes, waggled her eyebrows, and I just smirked back. She reached out, and just slid her index fingers under the elastic at each hip. She very slowly started sliding my Jockeys down, an inch at a time in a slow strip-tease, mesmerized as she focused all her attention on the skin being slowly revealed. It didn't take long for the tip of my cock to appear and she let out a slightly suppressed squeal of delight.

I actually had lost much of my hard-on when I stopped Sue from leaving, but that didn't stop Lisa and I could feel the hardness returning. Her desire was so strong and blatant that I couldn't help being turned on hard! As she pulled the material down a little further, a short string of pre-cum pulled away from my tiny slit, and Lisa started gently bouncing on the bed. A few more inches, and my manhood started to fall forward from my belly, and Lisa's mouth pounced on it like a hungry cat. As she sucked me into her mouth, and pushed my Jockeys the rest of the way down my legs, I knew I would be fully hard in seconds, and if she kept going, I would cum shortly after that.

My mouth was open and my gaze unfocused. I suddenly thought of Sue, and looked to see how she was handling this. She had moved to the end of the bed so she could see, and her hand was between her thighs. I wanted her too. Lisa was sending thrill after thrill chasing up and down my spine, and her sucking was almost too intense to take. I wasn't sure I could be happier, but I wanted Sue too. I really wanted to share this wonderful moment she had given me. 

So I waved to her to come over to me. She looked confused, but tentatively got up and came to me. When I could reach her, I pulled her face to mine and started kissing her fiercely, my tongue assaulting her mouth. She was on her tiptoes to reach my lips, and wrapped one arm around my waist for balance. I slid my hand down between us to cup her wonderful pussy. I rather forcefully slid one finger between her vulva lips; she helped by spreading her lips for me with the hand that I was pushing out of the way. I knew how to take her over hard with my fingers and set them to work. She broke the kiss with a gasp, and we both looked down and watched Lisa happily and sloppily sucking my cock and me playing with Sue's pussy. 

All of this sexual activity was just plain mind-blowing. 

The view of my rod disappearing into Lisa's mouth, and coming out dripping spit, over and over, was framed by Sue standing on tip-toes, all muscles tensed, her belly sucked in hard as she approached her own orgasm. Sue was also watching Lisa, eyes wide. Lisa was watching what I was doing to Sue. Then add the sensations I was getting; Lisa kept me on the edge of screaming. I never let Sue suck me that hard, I am normally too sensitive.

I suddenly became aware that I was going to lose it soon. "Li-Lisa! Time to - to stop - if you want ...!" My breath was erratic. 

Lisa pulled slowly off my rigid manhood, finishing with an audible 'pop'. She looked up at Sue. "So, is he good for more than one shot a night?"

"Fu-uck! Tonight he better ... be good for a dozen!" Sue replied, having trouble with her own breathing. I did not say that I thought she was being overly optimistic, but, hey, who am I to object?

Lisa had been holding the base of my cock with finger and thumb, the rest of her fingers pressing my balls. Her mouth slid slowly back down the length of my cock with her eyes locked to mine until my eyes just rolled back into my head. In the short time I had left, I didn't look back down until I felt the first convulsion rush through my body and explode out of my cock. I was making incoherent noises, Lisa was humming some tune happily as she sucked and swallowed the first few, heavy, shots. Then she opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue and rubbed it under the head. I could watch my seed jump out and land on her tongue as she slowly jacked me with her hand. When I was drained, she slurped it all in and swallowed again, then licked a few dribbles off the corners of her mouth.

In my dazed condition, I looked at Sue, who was deep into her own orgasm after watching me cum. She was biting her lower lip, while a groan tried to get out of her throat. She held my arm tightly, digging fingernails into my forearm while pressing my hand hard into her pussy. My fingers were still on automatic, roughly tweaking her clit and pulling at her vaginal opening. I don't think I had ever treated her clit that roughly, but she was taking it. That trapped groan escaped from her throat just as she collapsed, literally, onto the bed. I looked back to Lisa, who was still smirking. I took a deep, ragged breath, intending to thank her. I didn't get the chance.

"Wow! Two for one! Not bad. OK, now my turn." Lisa announced, lying back with the sheet still across her hips, lower legs hanging over the edge. I was going to have to collect myself and eat her like she'd never been eaten before. I leaned forward, hands on the mattress, trying to catch my breath. Lisa just lay there smiling and waiting. When my breathing was back close to normal, I grabbed her legs and pulled her forward so her hips were on the edge of the bed. She laughed with happy anticipation. Then I took hold of that pesky sheet and slowly pulled it down. Her belly button was a definite innie. Her bush was brown, just darker than her hair, and curled into a proud, thick pad. The bush stopped just past the start of her slit. Her lips were already swollen, and the inner lips pushed a half-inch past her outer lips. Her hips formed wide delightful curves. She was made for fucking.

I pushed between her legs and leaned over her, looking into her eyes. I pinched both of her nipples, sort of a quick foreplay since I wasn't going to spend much time there right now. I bent down, pressing my tongue to the skin between her breasts, and then slowly dragging down. With my hands I pinched, caressed, and massaged her body as my tongue slid down toward its target. I allowed my chest to drag across her bush. She pulled a pillow behind her head so she could watch. 

As I reached her bush, I rubbed my lips and nose in it, absorbing her musk and driving my own arousal higher. I spread her legs. I gripped her inner and outer lips one at a time with my lips and pulled at them. I teased them lightly with the tip of my tongue and even my nose. I slid my tongue up from the bottom of her slit, opening her up to my touch. I held her open with my fingers as I buried my tongue as deeply as possible in her vagina, my nose brushing her clit. She was humming again. Glancing up across the landscape of her belly and breasts, my eyes met hers. Her eyes were already half-closed and smoking. Her expectations were very high.

Then I got to work. With our eyes still locked, I buried my face between her labia, sealing my mouth in her softness, sucking gently and flicking my tongue over her clit and the sensitive flesh around it. She sucked in loudly, and her eyes were wide open. I started making different patterns with my tongue, and moving my mouth around, watching her face and belly to judge the effect I was having on her. It didn't seem to make much difference; she was enjoying everything. After a moment, I slipped two fingers into her wetness, rubbing her insides. Her hips lifted and her belly pulled in as her eyes rolled up and she hit her first, light, orgasm.

"God! Damn! Yes! Yes! Don't! Stop!" She shouted happily, her voice higher than normal. I slowed only momentarily till she was past her peak sensitivity, and then pressed in even harder, pressing my tongue into her soft flesh. My fingers played patty-cake on her G-spot. "Ohgod! Ohyes! Ohh!' I enjoyed listening as her words becoming less and less coherent. 

Her head was thrown back. I suddenly realized Sue was kneeling next to Lisa, leaning over her, watching her and then me. Sue's hand reached out tentatively, her fingertips brushing lightly up Lisa's belly. Lisa arched her back and moaned. I realized I'd become distracted and redoubled my efforts, but, really, Sue? Caressing Lisa? It was taking me a second to wrap my head around it, though I realized that my cock was responding positively. I decided to go with my cock and not my head. While I pushed Lisa toward a much bigger orgasm, I was using every pattern I could remember with my mouth and fingers. Lisa's moans were growing louder and deeper in pitch. Sue's hand slid up onto Lisa's breast and circled for a moment, barely touching. Lisa slapped a hand down onto Sue's and pressed. Sue grinned and started deeply massaging the breast and Lisa's voice got deeper.




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Seconds later I could feel the quivering of Lisa's vaginal walls; then her belly started convulsing. She twisted her torso to push her breast higher while starting to thrust her hips against my face. She was silent, then took in a lungful of air in a noisy gasp; at the same moment Sue balled her hand into a fist, holding and squeezing and pulling up Lisa's nipple and areola and a good chunk of breast. Convulsions shook Lisa's whole body as she loudly moaned or groaned something unintelligible. Damn! What a sight!

I had to move to maintain full contact with Lisa's pussy, and my cock rudely announced its full erection as it bumped into the bedclothes. I adjusted my stimulation as best I could to keep Lisa going. Her groans faded as she ran out of air, not breathing in again, yet. Sue looked down at me, her eyes wide with both wonder and lust. Lisa was having a mind-blowing orgasm.

Lisa slowly twisted her body, still thrusting, still holding her breath through her orgasm. The end was announced when she collapsed, limp as a rag doll, accompanied by the deep inrush of air as she started breathing again. Sue relaxed her hand, but continued to massage Lisa's breast. I pulled back and gently stroked Lisa's outer lips with the back of my fingers, blew air gently over the wet flesh, and stroked her inner thighs and belly. After a couple moments, Lisa pulled the pillow under her head again and croaked "Wow, that was one hell of an appetizer. My compliments to the chef!" Sue and I grinned at each other. Sue obviously wanted this to go well for Lisa.

Lisa looked sexier than ever. Her breathing was deep, her face and body covered with a light sheen of sweat that made her glisten, and about her chest, above her pillow breasts was a rosy blush that made her glow. She was also completely relaxed and vulnerable. I watched as Lisa gently took Sue's hand off her breast and kissed it. My cock now hurt, I wanted Lisa so badly.

I got up, and gently lifted Lisa's legs back onto the bed. She helped, shifting around, and Sue moved to make room. I leaned over Lisa's chest; one hand on the softness of Lisa's other breast, the other hand reaching out to take one of Sue's breasts. I started squeezing both while gently rolling the nipples between thumbs and fore-fingers. Lisa saw what I was doing, and shifted so she could do the same to Sue's other breast. Sue looked back and forth between us, eyes still wide.

Lisa let go of Sue, shifted a bit, and then stretched. A full body stretch with her arms over her head pushing on the headboard, her belly taught and slightly arched, legs slightly spread and muscles taught, toes pointed. When the stretch collapsed, my cock jumped impatiently as Lisa announced: "OK, I'm ready for the main course." and looked straight at me. I didn't have to be asked twice.

Lisa pulled her knees out, spreading completely for me. I bounded onto the bed between her legs. Her sex, engorged and deep red, unfolded like an orchid waiting to be pollinated. I bent down, pressing my tongue into her vagina and then dragging it up over her clit, through her bush, and on up her belly. As hard as I tried to be suave and sophisticated, I could tell I was rushing it. I ran my tongue all the way up her body to her neck and off her chin. I looked onto her eyes. She had that evil grin. "Now!" was all she said.

"Would you like to put him in his place?" I asked teasingly. Her grin got wider, I let her hand slip between our bodies and she grasped my erection firmly. She gave me a quick look of appreciation as she started lubricating the head by sliding it up and down her very wet lips. Then she rotated her hips and slid the head of my cock down over and around her anus, pressing me against that nether opening briefly. I'm sure my eyes shot wide open, and I could see the evil laughter in her eyes. I was speechless. Not even Sue had offered me that!

As Lisa dipped my cock ever so slightly into the opening of her vagina, my attention snapped back and I thrust, hard. One hand, then two, grabbed and squeezed and pulled my ass, holding me deep within her. I felt her body shudder. I felt her head turn and heard her hoarsely stage-whisper "Thank You!" I looked to see the two girls grinning at each other. 

Sue then looked down my body, and with a strong swing smacked what little of my buttocks were exposed and called "Giddy-up, cowboy!"

I wanted so badly to show off my extensive love-making skills to this new partner, but it was a lost cause. My brain just shut down and some nerve bundle at the base of my spine took over all control. I think this really is how rabbits fuck. I was just pounding her mercilessly. I was vaguely aware as she pulled her legs up and tucked her heels in against my butt. I was clawing at the sheets and her shoulders, trying to pull myself inside her deeper and deeper. I was flying on a carpet of flesh and lust, and it was wonderful.

Suddenly her whole body convulsed. Her heels slid down on my thighs, the pubic bone pressed up resulting in collisions with my thrusting that were almost painful. Her arms pulled my shoulders and head down into her while her face pressed into the crook of my neck, muffling her screams. 

Strangely, her orgasm brought me back to my senses, and I caught and suppressed my response. I glanced at Sue, and she was lying on her side watching her husband and her friend with an expression that was simple love. It sunk in that I really was her gift to Lisa, more than Lisa was her gift to me. I loved fucking Lisa, but I loved Sue, and again needed to include her.

As Lisa recovered her breath and relaxed again, I rotated about the penetration linking our bodies, directing Lisa to lower and straighten one leg. I was now in an 'X' position, her one leg between mine, which provided good leverage and deep penetration, but also allowed me to pull Sue's hips over until I could bury my face between her thighs. 

As Sue's pubic bone was on my chin, I couldn't see anything except my beautiful wife's sex and ass cheeks, so I just set up a good rhythm. I thrust long and deep into Lisa's body, adding little flourishes to the thrusts; my cock felt strong and powerful. In time with the thrusts, I ran my tongue down across Sue's clit and opening, sometimes in a figure 8, sometimes dipping into her tangy sweetness, sometimes with my tongue firm and pointed as I dragged it across the soft flesh. As tension rose, I slipped the full length of one thumb into Sue's hot, wet depths, the hand buried in her ass crack and the inside of my hand rubbing against her anus. I had done this many times before without really noticing the contact with her anus, but after Lisa's tease, I was very aware of it. I would have to talk to Sue about this.

I could hear both girls becoming more aroused and approaching another orgasm. I could tell that the two girls were twisted toward and holding each other and apparently pacing each other as the sexual tension built. I could hear murmuring voices. When the orgasms came they were not the high craggy peaks of moments earlier, but rolling hills of sensation and pleasure. I could feel the tension cresting almost gently and then building again. This went on for quite a while as I held back my own explosion and enjoyed pleasuring them.

Suddenly, I became clearly aware that it was my time. I gave the area around Sue's clit a last, noisy, sucking kiss, which caused her to yelp, and pulled back to lay on top of Lisa. It took a moment to untangle legs. I lifted up on my elbows so I could look her in the eyes. I thrust hard, withdrew slowly, and thrust hard again. I could feel the pressure rising in my groin, and knew Lisa could see it in my eyes. With each thrust she adjusted her hips to make herself the perfect receptacle, and started thrusting in time with me. As the intensity increased, she started a low grunt each time our pubic bones collided and the head of my cock seated deeply inside her.

She broke eye contact first, her eyes rolling up, her head back, her arms, pressed against her sides and then reaching up to my rib cage, both lifting her breasts and pulling me down on top of her. I could feel my chest press into the softness of her breasts while my cock continued to try to rip her open with deep, long thrusts. Her grunts became cries, louder with each thrust. My balls hurt as the pressure built. Her body went rigid with her pubic bone thrust into the air to accept my thrusts. I felt the gathering fury in my balls, and then drove myself deep and ground into her as the first contraction raced through me. In the distance I heard myself bellow something incoherent, the sound mixing with Lisa's cry. Over and over I thrust, ground, and spilled my seed onto her depths.

When I was finally spent, I lay heavily on her limp body. After a moment, she tapped me in a way I recognized as "Hey! I can't breathe!" and I lifted and slowly rolled off her. The air was cold on my shaft. Another moment, Lisa whimpered and quickly pressed a hand against her sex. Sue jumped out of bed; I heard water run briefly in the bathroom; I tried to muster enough energy to figure out what was going on. When I finally looked up, Sue was between Lisa's splayed legs gently washing her sex with a wet washcloth. To my surprise (OK, shock) Sue bent forward and gave Lisa a kiss on the nether lips. To my surprise (OK, pleasure) Sue then leaned over, slurped my limp cock into her mouth and cleaned Lisa off it the old fashioned way.

When Sue was finished with me, she found herself between Lisa's legs, inches from her swollen sex, and looking up her body into her eyes. Sue glanced down, back up and cocked her head slightly. "You're still leaking." Sue announced. I could feel tension in the locked stare. Sue slowly lowered her head. Sue's tongue reached out and gently lapped the mixed fluid that was leaking out of Lisa's vagina. Lisa took a sharp, deep, breath, but said nothing. I stared in disbelief as my wife licked my cum from her friend's vagina.

This went on for several minutes before Sue announced "OK, I think it's stopped." and pressed the washcloth against Lisa. Lisa brought her legs together, knees raised, and Sue slipped around on the other side of me. There was a moment as everyone adjusted pillows and shifted around to get comfortable in a three way cuddle, with me sandwiched in the middle.

Twice I had to catch myself as I started to fall asleep. After the second time, I felt the sudden need to know, and stupidly blurted out the question: "Sue, what the hell happened? Why?"

Sue gave me her best "Jesus, you can be stupid" look, while Lisa tried to suppress a giggle on the other side. "Well, you started it. OK, I also always knew that I really could trust you and my friends, especially after you left that silly column on the kitchen counter for me." I had spent 2 hours going through the big recycle bin in the garage before I found that thing. "Then, tonight, Lisa told me about how, since the question came up, and she really, really needed a friend-with-benefits, she just couldn't get you out of her mind. I knew it had been a long time for her, and that she had no other prospects, and I could feel her pain and frustration, and since she's my BFF, it just sort of made sense. I didn't want her picking up some stranger in a bar! It's not like your silly column, anyway, because we all knew exactly what was going to happen!"

"Speak for yourself." I muttered, then in a louder voice, "Well, in case I forget later, thank you both very much for an absolutely incredible evening!" Sue snuggled closer, but Lisa started to sit up.

"Now that sounds like my cue. Thank you both. I should really be going. I'm sure you two have some catching up to do." She was grinning, but there was sadness in her eyes.

I grabbed her arm, to stop her. What is it with women tonight; they keep running away from my bed!?! "Sue, I don't think we're done with Miss Lisa yet, do you?" Sue looked confused at first; I guess she did think it was a good time for Lisa to leave.

Then Sue got a bemused look. "No, I guess we aren't done with Lisa yet." It came out very sarcastically. I lifted an eyebrow and tilted my head at Sue and just held her eyes. I could see the gears starting to turn. We had some rules about the differences between making love and just fucking. Sue doesn't like 'just a fuck.' After a moment, she smiled, shook her head, and lifted herself up so she could see Lisa over me. "Lisa, I didn't think things through, earlier. Really, if you can, we both would love for you to stay for breakfast. It might be a late breakfast, because this klutz does his best work in the morning. He is tender, gentle, a real treat." She made the "OK" sign with one hand and leered.

The evil grin slowly spread across Lisa's face again. "OK. Hell, after this evening, I may just move in!" She lay back down, and after some shifting, both girls were cuddled against my sides. Two hands started gently caressing my belly, chest, thighs, balls, and cock. My hands each found a smooth hip to stroke, though soon enough my hands were each trapped between a pair of thighs and pressed against a pussy. I knew I was in heaven, and I just lay back and enjoyed every second.

Some time later, Lisa lifted my resurgent cock up from my belly. "I think this one's yours, Sue. You've been shortchanged this evening." I could feel that both girls were wet against my hands, but whether that was still, again, or had something to do with my gentle ministrations, I couldn't say.

"OK," Sue answered, "I want the top; you want to sit on his face?"

"Naw," Lisa replied slowly, "Maybe later, but I'm actually quite thoroughly fucked and sucked at the moment, so I think I'll just watch." She settled her head on my shoulder and played with my navel with one hand as Sue swung one leg over my knees. Sue bent forward and kissed my cock, causing it to twitch, and then slid up my legs. She slid her pussy over my cock, which was lying on my belly. She rubbed up and down, spreading her lips over me and teasing me. When I started moaning, she lifted and ran the head up and down her slit. I moaned again, and she threw me a kiss as she lowered herself slowly down my shaft. I heard a throaty "Mm-m-m" from Lisa as she watched. 

Sue leaned forward to take her weight on her hands on either side of me. She could easily slide herself up and down my shaft with very little effort in this position, and we could go a long time. I ran my hands up and down Sue's thighs, and on up her sides. I pinched and rolled her nipples. I scratched lightly at her sides. We loved playing like this. 

Lisa was still fingering my navel. I took her hand and moved it to Sue's hip. Lisa started moving her hand gently over Sue's side and belly, similar to the way I was caressing Sue. 

I could see Sue's lubrication glistening on my shaft. When she lifted, I ran my fingers across her vulva and clit, then reached up and rubbed her musk on her lips. She opened her mouth and sucked my fingers in. I could feel Sue quietly vocalizing deep in her throat. Sue would periodically shift angles or patterns, keeping the sensations fresh. She would sit upright and bear down with all her weight until I could feel my head fighting for room with her cervix, then lean further forward to lick and nip one of my nipples, and we frequently met in the middle for a long slow kiss while her tight pussy caressed the length of my cock. I was happy. Sue was happy. Lisa seemed happy, alternately caressing me and Sue.

Almost a half hour, and a couple gentle orgasms later, Sue lay on my chest, straightened and stretched her legs. I rolled us over, than had to shift to keep us from falling on the floor. She swung her legs up to lock them behind the small of my back and wrapped her arms around my neck. She grinned at me with half-lidded eyes. "Let's ride!" she said. I rode; letting years of experience take over. My thrusting was smooth and practiced and we just fell into the rhythm. I could watch the tension build slowly in her face. When her time came, her face scrunched and she cried out, pulling my shoulders down and biting the nape of my neck. I continued riding right through this orgasm. When she came down, I knew the next orgasm would be mine, and I contemplated how I wanted to take her. 

A glance showed Lisa still watching, lying on her side with one hand buried between her legs. I had an idea. I pulled out and with quick touches I directed Sue to move down until her legs were off the end of the bed. The bed covers were piled on the floor, giving me something to kneel on. I gently pressed my cock back into Sue's warmth while Sue brought her thighs up along my sides. I loved watching her body, not to mention my erection sliding in and out of her body. I re-established my rhythm and then waved Lisa over.

"On your knees, give me your bottom." It took her a couple seconds to process what I wanted and then she swung around on her hands and knees. I had to gently pull her body back toward me, and she ended with her legs folded, head also on the pillow under Sue's head, arm across Sue just above her breasts. As my thrusting continued, I slid one hand over Lisa's buttock and down to her sex. She was very wet, and I slipped first one, then another finger into her wet tunnel. I worked my fingers against the walls and her G-spot, while another finger pressed and rubbed the flesh next to her clit. When she was moaning, I dipped my thumb into her vagina quickly, and then spread the lubrication around her asshole, and massaged her asshole with my thumb. Her voice went up a bit at first, but she quickly got into what I was intending. This was not her first time.

As her sphincter relaxed, I dipped all of my fingers, one at a time, into the lubrication, then pressed my index finger gently against the tight opening. I popped inside, and her sphincter quickly grabbed and then relaxed again. I slowly and gently worked my index finger into her anus, middle two fingers sliding back into her vagina, and my little finger falling across her clit. Once my fingers were fully seated, and I started thrumming my fingers inside her.

I shifted my attention back to Sue. She was watching Lisa's face, which I couldn't see. So I gave Sue some extra thrusts, staccato thrusts, and grinding against her. She looked back up at me. I was close to overload. Lisa was moaning loudly. Sue's eyes were lidded and heavy. I was penetrating two women and bringing them both to orgasms; I just hoped I could last that long.

When I saw Sue tensing and heard Lisa's moans going up in volume and down in pitch, I started bringing myself to a peak. My thrusting came faster, my hand working harder, and I was squeezing every ounce I could out of my groin muscles. I passed the point of inevitability just as Lisa came; I spilled my seed deep inside Sue, pushing her over the top. With each contraction I drove myself deep into Sue, who twisted and arched in response to the shot of heat deep in her depths, and Lisa rocked, twisted, and thrust herself against my hand. As the contractions receded, I was almost blind and dumb. I barely had enough awareness to realize when Lisa had crested so I could work my fingers out of her before I collapsed from post orgasm exhaustion and relaxation. Collapse I did, across Sue's hips. Lisa collapsed the opposite direction.

For several minutes there was only the rapid, deep breathing of three people too old and out of shape for this kind of behavior. Lisa was the first to push herself up. "I'll be back." she said as she stood shakily and then headed for the bathroom. I stroked Sue's face. She was totally relaxed and looked so beautiful. After a moment she opened her eyes and smiled at me. I smiled back. "Wow!" was all I could think of to say.

"Yea, well, don't get too used to this." she laughed.

When Lisa re-appeared, Sue stretched, my sign to roll off her, and Sue disappeared. Lisa sat on the side of the bed. "Thank you, I needed that." she whispered, totally serious. I just smiled; no smart remarks now.




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Sue returned, and it was my turn. When I returned, the two girls were in the bed just like they were when I first walked in so long ago. Like the super-sophisticate that I am, I just crawled up the bed, slipped under the sheet, and was fast asleep before everyone finished settling in.

Despite the script in the advice columns, I did not wake and bunny-fuck in the middle of the night.

The room was bright when I gradually became conscious. I shifted onto my back, and could see Sue next to me, lying on her side with her head propped on a hand and a happy smirk on her face. The other side of the bed was empty. Before I could worry about that, Lisa wandered in from the bathroom, yawning.

"Look who finally woke up!" Sue called out, way too chipper.

Lisa just waved at us. "Do Sue first, I'm still half asleep!"

Sue tried to argue (guests first, you know), but Lisa just looked at her with one eye still shut, and her wavy hair in a riotous mess around her head. 

What I noticed, though, was Lisa's breasts. As noted, they were large but, given Lisa's build, they were just short of being disproportionately large. They had retained enough strength stay reasonably high. I was mesmerized by their complex movement as Lisa walked over and climbed back into bed. Sue's breasts were beautiful, but they did not move like that. Again, both were beautiful, just different.

As Sue touched me I was suddenly very aware of the pressure in my bladder. With a guilty look at Sue, I jumped out of bed. As I returned, Sue flipped the top sheet so forcefully that it landed on the floor, uncovering both women. After a moment of staring, to remind me of what a lucky man I was, and that this all wasn't a fantasy, I focused on Sue and slid onto the bed next to her.

Sue started caressing my body, gently and slowly, in that familiar way that had become the core of our loving. I turned to her and kissed her gently on the forehead, and then the lips as she raised her face to me. I started caressing her body as well. We jokingly called this our Sunday morning worship, but we take it very seriously. Lisa was quickly forgotten as we danced this ritual of ours. Arousal built steadily, if lovingly and slowly. Sue took the initiative this morning, again swinging up to straddle my hips. After gently stroking my shaft with her pussy lips for a couple moments, she lifted, put me in my place, and lowered herself down my shaft. As she was fully seated a shudder ran through her body, one I could feel in the grip of her vaginal walls on my cock. She gently lowered herself down and deeply, lovingly, kissed me, stroking the inside of my lips with her tongue, teasing my tongue with hers, and gently rubbing her lips against mine.

Sue lay on my chest, her legs still folded against my sides, as I started thrusting gently into her body. The arousal continued to grow. Our vocalizations were soft, loving, murmurs in each other's ears. "I will love you forever." was the theme. Eventually, with the position limiting the thrusting, I needed to take charge. Sue straightened her legs and I rolled us over. We shifted to get away from the edge, and then I slid my torso so my chest was against her side, and shifted my opposite leg over hers. I could now thrust easily in long, slow strokes, with good pressure against her clitoral area, while one hand was again free to caress her belly and breasts.

The sounds of our breathing marked the progress of our arousal. It was easy for me to pace my own progress against hers. When the time came, she pulled my head against her neck and lifted her hips into the air, while I ground hard into her clit. As her orgasm started to recede, I thrust hard a few times and took myself over the top, filling her with my seed and my love. My ejaculation bounced her directly into another orgasm.

As we came down, our breathing slowing, I continued very slow thrusts and gentle murmurs of love. This afterglow was critical to us; our bond was renewed and strengthened, our love affirmed, our bodies one for just a few more minutes before we returned to the world of separation. This was honestly when we felt closest to God, or Oneness, or however you want to define the divine.

Often, we would fall asleep again for a short time. This morning, Sue stroked my head, and then whispered in my ear "Lisa's turn." We broke after one last hug. Sue stretched, and then got up. "I'm going to go get breakfast started." she announced. "Come on down whenever you are ready." I realized that after our Sunday morning love-making, she really didn't want to watch us. I wasn't too sure I really wanted Lisa, after that, either. 

Sue closed the door on her way out, and I rolled over to face Lisa. For once, she was not leering. "That was beautiful, and special. I'm jealous."

"Yea, it really does a lot toward compensating for all the crap that happens during the week. It really strengthens our bond." I replied.

"Yet I'm not here to bond." she held my eyes.

I smiled. "So, what would you like, my lady? What can I do to make your night perfect?" I was serious. Her eyes narrowed, and I saw uncertainty there for the first time. I decided to take a chance. I heard my voice lower as I said "From a couple things, I wonder if you want, uh, backdoor?"

Her eyes widened and her nostrils flared as she took in a deep breath. "Would you? Would that be OK? I don't want to, you know, I don't want you to do anything you don't want to." She still looked uncertain.

My smile widened. "I'll do my best. Will you tell me exactly what you want me to do? I don't want to hurt you." 

She was a sudden flurry of movement. "I've got a favorite position, sort of spoon style, and we start out fucking normally and then when I'm ready we shift to the, uh, ass." She was presenting her back to me with one leg in the air, the other pulled up. 

I put a hand on her shoulder, and gently rolled her onto her back. "I have a price." She briefly looked surprised. "I haven't had a chance yet to give proper attention to your magnificent breasts." I reached across and dragged my fingertips down the side and across the bottom of one breast, then the other. I stroked her belly and gave her pussy a quick squeeze while I locked my lips over one areola and sucked her nipple in and massaged it against the roof of my mouth. I continued this foreplay, with an emphasis on the softness of her breasts.

"Mm-m-m. Gentle caresses are OK initially, but they'll soon want more. My girls like really firm, almost rough, handling." I wanted to know these breasts intimately before the morning was over. They were very different from what I was used to. I pressed my fingers deep into the breast on either side of the nipple, massaging in a circular motion. I pinched up as much as I could in my hand, slowly running fingers and thumb up to the nipple, feeling the mass of her breast flowing past under her skin. I closed my hand, trapping as much as I could, and lifted and twisted, as Sue had done so long ago. They were simultaneously soft pillows, infinitely malleable, and yet had internal structure so they always bounced back. I was fascinated. Lisa was soon moaning, pushing her breasts up from each side. I shifted closer to her so I could massage each breast deeply with one hand. 

When I noticed Lisa rubbing her thighs together, I decided it was time to share the attention with her sex. Holding one breast, I leaned down and pressed my face against where her thighs met and slid the tip of my tongue between them. She immediately opened her legs for me, and I started tongue caressing her outer lips, inner lips, vagina, and clit. After only a few seconds, she started thrusting against my face and I watched the ripple of a small orgasm move up her belly. When she started to relax, she said in a bit of a whimper "Can you fuck me now?"

I lifted away from her and she rolled away from me again, but to where she was halfway on her side, then lifted the top leg up and out of the way. I had seen this position in a few pornos, but never tried it, assuming that it was mostly so the camera got a good view of cock and cunt. Still kneeling, I rubbed the head of my cock against her wet opening for lubrication. With a couple short strokes I was seated and then I tried to lie down behind her without pulling out. I wasn't exactly graceful. With touches and a few words, she showed me what to do, and after an awkward moment or two, I was pressed against her back, down arm under her neck and cupping one breast, the other arm over her waist, fingers pressed over her clit. Her high leg was lying back against my hip.

The stimulation for me was intense, as the angle of penetration was almost perpendicular to the path of her vaginal canal, and I was quite stiff. I figured her G-spot was getting a workout in this position. I started thrusting, and after a couple moments she was moving with me and making appreciative sounds. I started massaging the area around her clit, and she was climbing that orgasmic mountain in a hurry. 

The newness of the position for me counteracted the stimulation. I had to focus to keep from accidentally pulling out of her. As a result, I was having no trouble controlling my response despite the intense stimulation.

It did not take her long to crest. I kept thrusting, only modulating the dance I was doing on her clit with my fingers to take her over and keep her high without overdoing it. As she came out of the orgasmic fog, she murmured "Don't stop." I didn't. Moments later she hit an even higher peak, screaming her pleasure, and thrusting hard. I had to hang on tight to her to prevent her from causing me to fall out.

As she came down this time, she rolled away from me a bit. She fumbled with the nightstand with one hand, and then handed me a partially used tube of K-Y over her shoulder. She pulled her ass cheeks apart for me, giving me a beautiful view of her rosy sphincter. "Cold" I warned as I started spreading some K-Y where it would help. Her sphincter contracted and relaxed slowly. I worked my thumb against her resistance until she was able to relax, and then pressed my thumb into her ass. One knuckle was all I could manage due to the angle, but all I needed. I massaged the opening gently to help it relax. 

I pulled out of her, shifted, and gently pressed my cock to the waiting rosebud. My head popped through the sphincter, which quickly contracted and then started to relax. I started short thrusts, penetrating a little deeper each time. She started moaning as her anus relaxed to my penetration. Once I was fully in, I snuggled up tight behind her. She had her hips rotated back and I couldn't quite reach her clit, so I left that for her and cupped and massaged both of her breasts.

"Harder!' she gasped. I thrust harder and faster, but kept the thrusts short. Her sphincter was gripping the skin of my shaft tightly, and about half my length was as much as I could pull out. "Yes, yes, faster!" I could feel the muscles in her back tensing and releasing as she twisted against my chest. I could feel her belly contracting under my arm. Her head was bent forward, and I'm sure her eyes were closed. I kept increasing the pace of her stimulation, pushing her. 

"D... deeper! More! Please!" She was moaning and on the edge of incoherence. I found that she was lubricating now and I could make deeper thrusts despite the death grip she still maintained around my shaft. By now I was comfortable enough with this new position that I was able to mentally relax into it and my own tension was climbing again. My thrusts were full length, strong, almost punishing. She moaned in pleasure with each thrust, rotating her hips back against me for deeper penetration. I watched the ripples move across her ass with each slap of my hips against her. 

She started massaging her own sex and scraping her fingernails across my balls as I thrust. "Oh ... God ... don ... stop ... more ... aghhhhh ... ." I watched her entire body tense, felt her gripping my shaft even harder, and responded with thrusts that I would never have believed could be tolerated in this position, this opening. She wanted more. 

She shattered in my arms. Her screams could have awakened the teenager next door that normally slept till afternoon. Her hand found my hip and her fingernails dug in deeply and painfully. The sights, sounds, smells, and feel of her was more than I could stand, and my own convulsions hit as she gripped my shaft so hard I couldn't even ejaculate for a moment. She relaxed briefly, and the heat of my seed filled her and spread inside her and she screamed and gripped hard again. I was lost.

It took several minutes to reassemble our consciousnesses. Lisa lay limp, breathing hard, looking beautiful. I stroked her side and bottom gently, easing us both back to awareness. Finally, she tried to lift her head, but failed. I could not make out her words, but it was time to break. I pulled back gently. She reflexively gripped me for a moment, then relaxed and my limp weapon slid out of her sheath. She squeezed, and I went to get her a warm washcloth.

After I returned, she took only a moment to press the washcloth into place, and then rolled over to face me. The orgasmic blush was bright on her chest. She looked down at my limp cock, and took it in one hand, gently squeezing and pulling on it. She looked up into my eyes. "Thank you. Really." There were tears forming in the corners of her eyes. She leaned forward and kissed me very gently on the lips, still holding my manhood. I stroked her hair.

"You're even more beautiful when you cum than you are normally, and that's saying a lot." I whispered to her. 

"Hold me for a moment; I'm still trying to recover." she asked. I did as requested, enjoying the feel of her breasts and belly against my skin. I was ready to fall asleep again when she rolled away and sighed "I need a shower!"

I waved my arm toward the bathroom and smiled. "Don't take too long, breakfast is waiting." She returned the smile, and slowly pulled herself out of the bed and staggered toward the bathroom.

I slipped on a pair of boxers - my normal Sunday morning uniform - as I heard the water start. I found Sue in the kitchen, and she poured me a cup of coffee as I wandered in. We sat at the counter, looking out the window at the day. 

After a while, she said "Well, I now understand why you wanted me to stay last night. I know she enjoyed herself, from all the noise, but my curiosity is killing me!"

"You'll have to ask her!" I laughed. She raised an eyebrow. "It's been a long time since you made me scream like that." It wasn't quite an accusation.

"Well Lisa did have a special request this morning, but that's all I'll say." I replied, and then gave her a hug. She leaned into me, and relaxed, so I knew we were OK, but wondered what Lisa would tell her.

When the water stopped running, Sue started the eggs and bacon. By the time Lisa came down, fully dressed, the breakfast smells were delightfully heavy. Lisa did a lot of grinning during breakfast, and as the two women lingered over coffee, I went back upstairs for my own shower. By the time I got back, Lisa was gone, and I was getting occasional sideways smirks from Sue.



Advice for Wayward Phone Sex Girls



Advice for the wayward phone sex girl: a script

Ah, the challenged lifestyle of the phone sex girl!

Imagine it from their point of view: log in, get a call from God knows who and be "sexy".

Housewives, mothers, single girls and working women part-time become that sweet voice on the other end of the phone. I've known of them longer than I care to admit. Some can be downright lazy. They just moan and breathe hard. Others have no imagination at all. But the worst are the girls who try to juggle two calls at once. Keep searching though and once in awhile you find a phone sex girl who is a very pleasant surprise indeed!

Listen: these girls are always interesting to me. I've always thought that "all they need is a good script and a little bit of acting ability. With that they could all be rich women!"

Her script is the thing. So following here is a favorite......"Horny and Pregnant"

Heather will be our phone sex girl. (remember Heather: talk s..l..o..w..l..y and pause after every sentence, OK?)

John will be the "caller"

(You, good reader, must cut and paste the replacement names you like the best)

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John:

"I'd like to have a long erotic conversation with a lady who's pregnant. 6 or 7 months is nice."

Hi John, my name is Heather.

I understand you like pregnant girls, John.

Did you know that you're talking with someone who is almost eight months pregnant?

You know I'm finding out there's a lot of men out there think there is nothing more beautiful than a woman who is about to have her baby.

Is that how you feel John?

You are curious about what I look like and how I am doing with my pregnancy, aren't you? 

I have all these feelings I can't control and you want me to share them with you, don't you John?

You probably wonder what I look like don't you? 

I have long, soft blonde hair that comes down my back. My eyes are blue. I'm about 5-4.

I used to weigh about one hundred thirty but I've gained twenty pounds with my baby weight .

Hardly any of my clothes fit me right now.

John are you married?

(if you are)

Did you and your wife make any babies?

If the answer is yes then you know what I'm going through, don't you John?

All this weight carrying the baby, sitting down getting up and trying to lie down on a bed; everything is different.

Speaking of beds John: are you on your bed right now?

I could lie down next to you.

John, I don't know who you sleep with but if your wife (or girlfriend) was pregnant, she would understand what I'm going through.

My pussy needs stimulation every minute!

She would know how I need to have cock inside me over and over again!

Do you think she would care if I got onto your bed?

She doesn't have to know.

John, I bet you love the way our bodies change don't you?

I used to be a 34C and look at me now.

I don't have a bra that fits me anymore and my breasts have gotten so big.

I just woke up from a nap, too.

All I have on is a very tight Tee with loose pajama bottoms.

Do you think I even WANT to be wearing a bra as big as my breasts have become???

No way!

I like being here with you on your bed this way. 

It is so relaxing.

Can you see through my top how full my titties are?

Look at my nipples. They're so big. They're so obvious and they've changed so much.

You know they are strengthening so they can be sucked. 

A baby sucks so hard!

The way things look right now I am going to have plenty of milk, too.

I can't believe how big my breasts have become! 

You think the way I look is beautiful, don't you?

My soft skin, my smooth hair my pregnant belly and these oversized breasts of mine: that's what makes me so attractive to you doesn't it John?

That and the fact that I am always horny.

Here: I am going to let my hands stroke my belly.

Suppose I brought my hands up to my breasts just a bit: to stimulate my nipples, just to show you what happens.

They're so sensitive.

Just even the slightest touch makes them feels good.

Oh! I can see that excites you.

Me touching myself makes your cock grow, doesn't it John?

Hey, we could throw all the pillows behind us, you can sit up against them and have me snuggle my back up against you.

I could sit between your legs so you could stroke my arms and shoulders and feel me for yourself.

I will lean back and tilt my head so you can feel my hair brush against you.

I wouldn't mind if you gave my neck kisses. 

Taste for yourself how soft my skin is.

It feels so nice being held and snuggled like this.

I know you think the most beautiful thing in the world is a pregnant woman.

That excites me.

John, I bet when you are out of the house, shopping or something, and you see a woman who is pregnant, you can't keep your eyes off her, can you?

I can tell you watch her, don't you?

John, I just bet you find yourself wishing you could bump into her just so you could say hello!

You want to tell her how beautiful she is but you think you shouldn't.

But John, you don't know how much we need to hear that! 

We sometimes think we look so horrible.

You just have no idea how good it makes us feel to be complimented by total strangers. 

Someone telling us we are attractive.

Have you ever tried that, hon?

You should John.

Just come up to one of us and say hello. That's not wrong. 

Introduce yourself and ask our name sometime in a grocery store.

Maybe help us with a package, compliment us, praise us and make conversation.

John, you have no idea how far that can go!

I know from experience that flattery from a man in a public place and me raging with hormones: who knows what can happen!

I bet you have a few pregnant girls in the neighborhood. 

Did you ever see them taking a walk by your house?

Do You ever smile and say hello?

Maybe there is this beautiful neighborhood pregnant girl you see all the time: walking for her exercise.

She is looking bright-eyed, young and sporty with nice full breasts and baby bump tight against her top.

Her hair is pulled up in a ponytail, hmmmmm? 

Oh, I can see that plain as day and I bet it drives you crazy doesn't it?

I can just imagine what erotic thoughts cross your mind when you see her?

John!

Those sinful erotic thoughts of having her every way you want ,

hmmmmm? 

Maybe she doesn't even know how hot she is, but YOU do! 

Believe me John we want sex twenty four seven. All the time!

Think of the last pregnant girl you saw.

Remember how adorable she was and how she excited you? 

Let her be me, John.

Let me be that pregnant hottie you were suddenly so hot to fuck.

Look at my breasts. They are so big with my nipples all dark and thick.

My hair is soft and my skin is beautiful. 

You shouldn't keep your hands off me. Should you John?

You would love to watch your little pregnant Heather undress for you wouldn't you? 

Shall I take off my Tee?

Let me turn towards you 

You can look down my front and see my huge breasts standing out so pretty.

John, there below my tits, bulging out is my pregnant belly: bare and exposed for you.

My top is off now, John.

You want to fill your hands with my swollen breasts, don't you?

You want to feel them all full with milk and growing.

Go ahead John, 

I've been waiting to this.

Feel my nipples between your fingers.

See how big and strong they are!

Oh!

I can you feel your cock against my back.

I've made you hard for me.

You've waited so long and you've thought about it so much.

Your cock aches for it.

You want me to stretch out on the bed so you can play with me?

I will John.

I would spread myself out on the covers for you.

So you can see the full length of me.

My breasts are irresistible.

You want them in your mouth don't you?

You want to taste them.

Baby, I want to pull your head down to my breasts.

I want to press my nipples to your lips.

I want your mouth to open wide to take in as much of my wonderful titties as you can take and then take some more because I love it.

You would taste my nipples until they're deep inside your mouth, first one, then the other wouldn't you.

I would let you have your fill of me. 

I would hold your face and watch your mouth on my breasts and just love it!

You want more of me don't you?

I could lie on my side so you can handle my ass. 

I love having my ass played with!

Go ahead, grab it, hold it, fondle my ass.

Your fingers are coming close to something I've been waiting for.

You want to put your fingers against my pussy.

Go ahead, baby.

There. Put your fingers in its curls.

Feel the whole mound of it.

Feel how how puffy and swollen my pussy is?

I've been waiting for this, John. 

I can tell your cock is hard.

And you have no idea how I've ached to be fucked all day!

My pussy is all warm and I am wet!

I can feel your fingers all over my cunt.

I can feel your fingers go between my labia.

Stroke them all along its length. 

I need to be touched there.

I love to be played with this way.

Maybe you want to rub your hard cock all over my pregnant belly?

Go ahead.

Make your cock stroke all over it

The bottom, the sides across the top. See my tight belly button? 

Let your balls slide across me.

Feel ow soft it is against your cock John.

Mmmmmmmm

Oh John,

Your fingers are against my clit!

Its already popping out!

See how I open up for you?

Go further, please. Make them enter me.

Let your fingers go inside me so you can feel all my wetness.

My pussy aches for cock, John.

You want to taste me, don't you?

I'll lie on my side.

And you can stretch yourself out next to me, John.

Let me feel you nuzzle into my pussy.

Can you smell my scent?

I want to feel your tongue inside the folds of my hot pregnant cunt, baby.

I want to feel it licking the slit between my labia. 

You want to taste me until I am all slippery and open for you.

Your tongue is all over my hard little clit.

My wet pussy is in your face.

Your tongue is all over my clit.

I want to feel your lips go around it and suck on it.

My pussy would fuck against your face so good.

Lick me. Use your tongue all over my little clit:

beneath it, above it, against its underside.

Do you want your tongue up inside my pussy?

I want it to press it as far as it will go up inside my babyhole.

Stretch my opening as wide as you can.

Taste me. Rub your nose against my clit. Stick that tongue deep inside me!

Oh, that's it. That's what I want!

Your face all covered with my juices.

You love that delicious smell, don't you John?

Having your mouth all over my pussy makes your cock is so hard, doesn't it.

Its full and throbbing for me, isn't it John?

Your balls are filled with hot sperm and you want to come deep up inside me, don't you?

I'm going to take my titties in my hands and squeeze them for you

I'll make my nipples point towards the ceiling squeezing my beautiful breasts for you.

I'm going to spread my legs open wide.

Bring your cock to me.

Let me feel how you move your cock up and down the slit of my pussy.

Touch my clit with your cock head.

You want to have your cock deep up into my vagina, don't you?

It's so ready.

John, I want your cock in my face.

It's so big. I want to hold it.

I want to feel it throbbing for me.

John, what has gotten into me? I never used to suck a man's cock.

But I can't resist it anymore.

I want to suck your cock so bad.

You fingering my clit so good makes me want to suck your big cock, John!

Look at me John.

Watch how I put it in my mouth.

I want to cover it with my saliva.

See how I love it!

I would suck your cock all day if I could, John!

Make it go down my throat.

Oh! 

I'm gulping. I feel it down my throat!

I'm tasting all of you!

Doing this makes me need to be fucked so bad!

I want your cock inside me!

Here, let me get on top so I can rest my pregnant belly on top of you.

You can play with my breasts.

Let me reach down and work your cock into my cunt.

It goes deeper each time. 

You are working your manhood up into my vagina in long strokes.

You are filling me with thick hard cock, John!

Feel how wet I am!

My juices are flowing around its shaft and leaking from my pussy to the crack of my ass.

Keep putting it in me so I can feel your balls slapping against my asscheeks.

Hold my pregnant belly.

Grab my titties.

See how milky they are rocking with each stroke.

My pregnant belly is moving while you are fucking me.

I can feel the head of your cock against my cervix time after time and I love it!

That swollen cockhead is stroking my g-spot.

Reach up and hold my waist. 

Hold my hips.

Make me ride you.

Would you fuck me like this every day John?

All pregnant with my milk filled breasts wanting to be fucked so bad?

You want to come, don't you John.

You want to take that throbbing cock and shove it deep inside my pussy.

I want you to.

I want you to come inside me this way.

Please John, please come inside me!

Look at my beautiful pregnant belly.

Look at my swollen titties and my hard nipples.

Go ahead, baby. 

Let your hot semen gush up inside me.

Just like you were impregnating me again.

Make it spurt.

Deep.

Up inside me me!

Oh yes.

Oh yes.

Oh yes.

When it finishes: (John , don't forget: we love to be complimented and we need attention. Say hello to us next time, OK?)



Advice from Mrs. Lewis



Growing up I always liked to be around Mrs. Lewis, I mean she was old but she sure didn't look old like my mom and she didn't act like an old lady either. I knew she was divorced but I just couldn't understand how her husband could have ever left her; I knew I never would if I'd been married to her. Although mom told me not to pester her, she didn't seem to mind my being around, and I used the excuse of helping her with yard work so I could hang at her house. There was never anything sexual or anything like that but somehow I knew I was in the presence of a woman and it gave me a thrill.

Shortly after my eighteenth birthday, my girl Erma broke up with me and her excuse was that I was too immature. The next Saturday I was at Mrs. Lewis' house to cut her lawn and we were sitting around her kitchen table as she drank her coffee and I had a glass of milk and some cookies she had. She was in her robe, that meant she had her nightgown on underneath and sometimes if I was lucky the robe would come open just enough that I could see her boobs through her gown. I was daydreaming about looking at her boobs and I guess I didn't hear her speak to me.

"Bobby, Earth to Bobby are you in there?" 

I liked the way she teased me like that, she went on,

"I asked how you and your new girl are getting along."

I told her how we broke up and that I'd never be able to understand women.

"If you spent more time listening to what they said and less time trying to look at their breasts you might understand better."

I know my face went beet red as I could feel the embarrassment burning in my cheeks. How did she know I was trying to peek, it was so humiliating to be caught like that and by an adult.

"You need not be embarrassed, it is perfectly natural for a man to desire to gaze on a woman's body, it is a thing of beauty. However, you should do it with the honor and respect she deserves."

What happened next will forever be itched in my memory; she stood up and untied the ties to her robe. I stared open mouthed as she took her robe off; her areolas large and dark were plainly visible through the thin gauze of her nightgown.

"Bobby I like you and I think you are a good boy so I am going to allow you to looks at my breasts. Would you like that?"

My throat was so dry I couldn't speak so all I managed was a nod of my head. I watched as she slipped a strap down off first one shoulder and then the other. She held the gown up with an arm stretched across her breasts. Then slowly she lowered the gown until her breasts were exposed to me. Now that I'm older and have had other naked breasts to compare, I realize as a mature lady hers sagged down and covered with stretch marks would never make the pages of a ladies magazine. Yet on that day, they were the sexiest sight I'd ever seen. 

In a daze, I watched as she stood and walked over close to me. She held one out to me with her hand and invited me to touch. She scolded me for grabbing and then taught me how to massage them gently and then how to tease her nipple into erection. Then in a move I'd never have imagined, she lifted her erect nipple to my lips as she allowed me to kiss it. She instructed me to put my lips around it to hold it in place and then to tease it with my tongue. She then took my hands to replace hers and then she held my head as I mouthed her breast to both of our pleasure. After a few moments, she stopped me but only to replace this breast with the other, saying we mustn't just please one.

My erection was throbbing in my pants and she noticed it when I grabbed it. She instructed me to stand and then to show her my hard on. She would not touch it but told me she wanted to watch me rub myself. When I told her I was too close to an accident to do that, she said it was all right and that I should shoot off on her boobs. She then held her boobs under my dick as I shot my stuff all over them. Then in a complete shock to me, she began to massage my spunk into her boobs, saying that it was good for the skin. She then pulled up her gown and then put her robe back on. 

As for me, I went outside and cut her lawn. Later that day I called Erma, I apologized for being such a jerk, and asked if I could see her again. We went to a movie that night and then we went to make out park. As we were kissing, I asked her if she would show me her breasts and she actually pulled up her sweater and then her bra. I told her they were beautiful, and they were but they were sure a lot smaller than Mrs. Lewis' were. I then asked her if she minded if I kissed them and she just nodded. I remembered what Mrs. Lewis had taught me as I gently kissed her tiny nipples.

When I took her home, she kissed me and said that I had excited her back in make out park then she hopped out of the car to run in. So OK maybe I'd only got to first base with Erma but to me it felt like a home run. I couldn't wait to go back to Mrs. Lewis I needed more lessons.



Advise and Consent



You know guys don't ask directions, right? And they certainly don't ask for help getting sex, but one summer I got excellent advice and help from a couple of friends and achieved a memorable milestone!

I'd had my first sexual experience ("Paradise Found and Lost") and while in the army had found a few girls who, after being bought enough drink or a meal, would drop their panties, roll a condom onto my cock, and let me push it into them.

Then I went to college, and thought I'd find plenty of sex. Not so! Either I was caught up in the "Nice-girls-don't" zone, or there was something wrong with my technique! In a whole year I only got my fingers onto a couple of nipples and my hand between one pair of panty-clad thighs. Desperate times!

My neighbour in College was having a very different experience. He had a series of girl friends each of whom, against regulations, stayed overnight and had to be smuggled out in the morning. A few times Peter asked for my help in checking down the hallways and stairs before a tired and somewhat disheveled girl could slip out and join the students moving towards the first lecture of the day.

"Sorry I couldn't return the favor," Peter said late in the year. 

I somehow stumbled out a question about, "How do you do that?" and he revealed his secret: Peter claimed that Nice Girls enjoy sex like anyone else, but want to remain in control, not to have to "wrestle" with a guy trying to force his way. Well, maybe enough wrestling to keep their self respect, but still in control. 

His experience was that a girl always said "No" BEFORE she really wanted to stop, just in case. He said he ALWAYS stopped at once, that the girl was then a bit disappointed, and sooner or later would let him get further, and further, and then all the way but on her timetable!

During the summer I had to do my army reserve training for a couple of weeks. Despite being a lot younger, I was a friend of one of the senior NCOs, Fred White, who had been on the advance party to the training camp. Fred had the reputation of being able to find a woman anywhere, and it was no surprise that he was chatting up the canteen manager, Maude, a woman about his age. 

Fred insisted that I join him for a beer, and embarrassed me by praising me as a "College Lad" to a young girl Claire, who was serving food and drinks. Claire was just 18, rather plain and slightly plump, but easy to talk to. She showed me some photos of herself wearing an army beret and holding a rifle in front of a truck. Someone from a previous regiment had taken them and sent copies. 

"The dirty bastard," she said with a happy smile, "He was always trying to get his hands into my knickers!" Peter's advice flashed into my mind. If that was the limit, what areas were in the OK zone? 

"Well, you won't have that problem with me," I told her and she looked surprised. "I'll just ask you politely to take them off for me!" Claire acted insulted and thumped my arm so that my beer spilled. I thought it was progress, though, since somewhere she had registered the thought of taking off her panties for me!

When the canteen closed Claire agreed to go for a walk and we found a quiet corner for a kiss and a feel. I squeezed her breast and she pushed my hand away. We continued to talk and kiss, and presently she took my hand and placed it over a breast, telling me to be gentle with her. The method was working! 

Her heavy sweater and a closed blouse beneath prevented any real access, though, and I decided a bold approach was best. "I'd like to see you tomorrow evening," I told her, "But it would be much nicer if you wore something that buttoned up the front!" 

"You'll be lucky," she said, thumping my arm again. But the following evening, after the canteen closed and Claire had slipped back to her room to change, she appeared wearing a cardigan over a front-buttoned blouse! With just a couple of thumps, some objections and pauses in the action, I had both garments unbuttoned, her bra pushed up, and I was sucking her nipples while she sighed with delight. 

I gathered that the "other guys" had tried to move quickly from feeling a breast to getting between her thighs. I could wait (for a while)!

The next night I was busy, "Playing soldiers" on some crazy exercise, but then it was back to Claire and more progress. After continued attention to her breasts I got a hand into her trouser waistband and felt downwards. 

As before Claire was indignant, upset, pulled away, and fastened her blouse after putting her breasts back into her bra. About ten minutes later though, she let my hand slip between her trouser legs and even put one of her hands on my crotch. 

I assured her that the excited state she found there was because I liked her and was so attracted to her. I also reminded her that I would stop any time she asked. One last request, though, I suggested that the next evening she wear a skirt instead of pants!

The following night had good news and bad news. The good news is that Claire did indeed wear a skirt. The bad news was that it was raining as we stepped out of the canteen! "You can't come to my room," Claire sighed, "But maybe we can use the storeroom?"  

She led me round the back of the canteen, down a passage, and into a small room with piles of boxes and a folding chair. It didn't look promising, but it was dry!

I sat on the chair and Claire sat on my knee while we kissed and progressed to the last night's "limit" point. I stroked her thighs and she felt my erection. With some hesitation Claire agreed that I should open my fly and let her feel my penis. She closed her hand round the shaft and stroked it gently. 

My fingers were exploring the crotch panel of her knickers. They were the type with elastic round the legs, so there was not much chance of access in that direction, quite apart from my "promise".

"I wish you'd slip your knickers off so I can touch you," I whispered in her ear, and to my delight she stood up and slid the garment down to the floor. I picked it up and folded it neatly, putting it in my pocket. My fingers now dipped into the wetness of her pussy, while she sighed and wriggled. I persuaded her to sit facing me and she slid forward so that her hairy crotch was only inches from my erection. 

"Let me put it near you," I asked. Somehow she lifted herself and I felt the heat and wetness on my knob. I was fingering her clitoris and she pushed forward so that my penis was between the lips. Was I in her? Maybe just a fraction but she was holding herself up. I stroked her thighs and behind her knees. Her legs started to tremble, and slowly she lowered herself onto my shaft. Not far, though, there was some obstruction. 

Was she truly a virgin, then? She certainly felt tight. Claire was gently rocking so that she moved up and down. Suddenly her legs seemed to collapse and she slipped all the way down my cock until our pubic bones hit! All the way in! She gave a gasp and a slight moan, but didn't seem unhappy.

Just at that moment there was a noise in the passage and I panicked. I lifted Claire up and struggled to get my erection back into my pants. I worried that she might have bled when I broke her hymen, but I didn't have time to look before the door opened and Maude stood there with Fred close behind.

"What's going on here?" Maude demanded, then, "No, don't tell me, it's clear enough." She seemed to wriggle slightly and I realized that Fred was squeezing her buttocks, as he stood close. 

"That chair doesn't look very safe," was Fred's contribution to the discussion, "Can't you give Claire permission to have a guest visit for a while?"

Maude seemed to struggle with the decision, but finally agreed that I could be in Claire's room for about another hour. We happily walked hand-in-hand down the passage and in a little while I had Claire laid on the bed, and ready for me to get back into her. She was still incredibly hot and wet and as I thrust into her she thrashed about with an orgasm. That's all I needed to release a load of sperm in her vagina, remembering too late that I had planned to pull out before cumming.

I had a couple more great evenings in Claire's bed, trying to get full penetration, give her an orgasm and achieve release. Not too far away another bed was creaking as Fred and Maude had their nasty fun.

Then we left camp for several days while we went through a mock battle exercise. There was only one night remaining when I got back, and Claire was waiting. "You didn't miss much." She said. "I had my period and it was really messy." I mentally thanked whatever divine force had saved me from getting her pregnant.

One last night with our sweaty bodies pressed together and hearing Claire whisper those magic words, "Can we do it again?" We could, and we did!

It was a long journey home, wondering how our paths could be made to cross again. I had to be in love with any girl who would let me fuck her like that.

It was a couple of weeks later that I met Fred White at a reserves meeting. "You did yourself ok, Phillip lad!" he said. "I hope you don't mind, but after you left, Claire dropped her knickers for me too." I felt as though I'd been kicked in the balls. My true love was unfaithful; how could she possibly fuck OLD FRED!! 

"Don't misunderstand," Fred said, "Maude was a real good fuck, but she had the new guys sniffing around her and let's face it, she must have shagged at least 400 guys over the years. I just wanted the taste and feel of something fresh again!"

"That's ok, Fred," I said miserably as my heart broke. But Fred had more bad news. 

"A young officer in the next regiment drove Claire into town in his fancy car for dinner and drinks on her night off," he said. "After getting back they'd been parked for a while when I saw the two of them get out of the back seat. I somehow think young Claire found an easy way to say, 'Thank you!'."

I didn't forget Claire, though. I found that precious pair of knickers had stayed in my pocket and I used them to jerk off, and to believe they still had the scent of her wet crotch. I threw them away, together with Claire's photo, when I got married. 

A year or so after that I got into my wife's vagina for the first time without a condom, as we agreed to "take chances". It seems to me that no sooner had I pumped sperm into her than our first child was conceived, so again I knew of my lucky escape with Claire.

But Claire was very special and in fact that was the Only Time in my life I ever got my hard penis into a virgin and released a load of semen in there. Thank you, Claire! Where are you now? 



Advising 101



It had been 20 years since I had set foot in a college classroom and I was terrified. 

I'm not an unattractive older woman in my 40s, maybe a little on the overweight side, but cute with red hair and huge boobs. I was dreading my first day. Going to a community college is something people make fun of, but I was taking it very seriously.  

With my backpack on and school supplies in check, I headed up several flights of stairs to get to my classroom. My first class was a marketing class, which meant lots of good looking hot young guys. 

After the time for class to begin passed by without a professor, a really hot guy stands up and introduces himself as our professor. Damn he was hot with salt and pepper hair and the sexiest smile and eyes, I was practically drooling over myself and very hot by the time class was halfway over, just from the thought of that sexy mouth and what it could do to me. 

While the class introductions were being made, I noticed this other really hot guy looking at my face, ah hell, who am I kidding, his eyes went straight to the boobs and stayed there for a considerable amount of time. The mere thought of the two of them tag-teaming me just about blew my mind. 

I nearly escaped class when it was over and made it home in time to grab my favorite bullet and relive the memory of those two. Damn it was going to be a long semester if I didn't get some real relief.

About a week later, the professor told me he needed to see me after class in his office. I guess he had noticed something in my glassy eyes as I would glance from him to the really hot guy in my class while practically squirming in my seat, because he needed to be seen after class as well, much to my very pleasant surprise.

When I got to his office, the two were in there whispering and they stopped when I walked in. I had worn a top that wasn't too revealing normally but my tits had swelled up just seeing the two of them together and the look of lust on their faces when they saw them mirrored mine completely. 

After asking me to close the door, my professor told me that he knew I wanted him and he was pretty sure I wanted the other guy too. He said I looked like I was very hot and needed some cooling off, then said it would be a long semester if this continued to go on and needed to be resolved immediately. 

Not being able to think with my brain because all the blood was concentrated in my clit, I misunderstood, thinking he meant the words literally.

Standing up to walk out, the younger guy grabbed my arm and spun me around. He proceeded to pull me tight in those strong arms of his and pulled my tongue into his mouth with his while he started to paw at my boobs, obviously skilled in the kissing department, boob fondling not so much. 

Between hot kisses, he apologized and whispered in my ear that he was a virgin and had asked our professor for advice on how to please a woman. I guess he had figured the prof was a pretty laid back guy, so he could confide in him. 

After apparently having a discussion, they picked me as a target, obviously seeing in my face that I was ready, willing, and able to help him with his higher education quest. 

Seeing the young stud pawing at my breasts and rising to an unspoken challenge, my prof got up out of his chair and walked around and told the student to watch and learn. As the young guy kept fucking my mouth with his, the professor walked behind me and started to fondle my breasts, my nipples getting bigger by the second to the point of being uncomfortable. 

Before I knew it, I was trapped between two very hot, virile men who both had sizable erections judging by what I was feeling. I had never been so turned on in my life!

At the urging of my prof, I stepped back long enough for them both to take my shirt off while the prof popped the clasp of my bra. He told the student to lean against the desk and have me stand between his legs so he could take my nipples in his mouth while circling the tip with his tongue, then lightly sucking on them. 

After a few minutes of trying to stifle my moans while being serviced by the young stud, I was turned around and his tongue was soon replaced by that of the prof who demonstrated how it should be properly done, then they did a side by side lesson. I had to lean back against his desk, I was so horny and starting to get weak in the knees.

After a nice little lecture and lab session, my prof reached down and unbuttoned, then unzipped, my jeans. Pulling them down, he was surprised to learn I didn't have any underwear on. What they didn't know was I had had to take them off after class because they were soaked at the prospect of spending just a few minutes alone with the prof and were in the bottom of my backpack.

Pushing me back on the desk, the prof told the student to follow his lead. Starting at my ankles, master and servant started kissing me there, slowly working their way up. When they got to my knees, they started kissing and licking as they went until slowly they got near my pulsating pussy, then had to start kissing on the tops of my legs to avoid hitting heads, yet caressing the inside of my thighs with light touches. 

At this point, the prof pulled back and instructed the student on exactly how to go about eating my pussy and rock-hard clit. It wouldn't have mattered exactly who ate it or who even touched it, just the two of them looking longingly at my pussy had me soaked again, I just needed something to relieve my aching need before I exploded. 

He told him to pull back my clit hood and start by licking, then sucking, then lightly biting my clit, then repeat the process over and over again. Trying to stifle the moaning noises that were coming from my mouth lips while concentrating on the other set was very hard to do. 

I could feel myself building up to a huge orgasm but I didn't want to scare the poor guy. I asked him to stop and he seemed confused, but the prof stepped up again and told him to put his fingers in my pussy and start to move his fingers in and out. This guy had the long graceful fingers of a pianist and they were amazing, they went so deep into my soaked pussy. Meanwhile, the prof took over tending to my poor swollen clit. 

With a knowledge that only comes with experience, he sucked on it until I came so hard I surprised him, as well as the young stud who could feel my orgasm against his fingers in my pussy. They kept working in tandem until I had another orgasm, then yet another one.

When I had gotten to the point that I was just exhausted from coming so hard so many times, it was my turn to return the favors. I told them both to drop their pants. The prof had on briefs while the young one had on boxers and they both filled them out quite well. In fact, just looking at their hard-ons through the fabric of their underwear, the student had a huge cock that was already straining against the material and had a tell-tale drop of precum staining the front. The professor, on the other hand, was a little more restrained but I could still tell he was good sized. 

Kneeling before them, I pulled both of their cocks out of the hole in the front of their underwear and I was a little overwhelmed for a second. The student's dick was very long and thick, I couldn't wait to get it in my mouth, then I remembered there was another one waiting for me. The professor was almost as long but thinner and looking quite tasty as well. 

My hard decision was trying to decide which rock-hard cock to put in my mouth first. Unable to make the decision, I pulled both guys closer until the tips of their cocks touched. Opening my mouth, I stuck my tongue out and swirled it around first one cock and then the other. They tasted as good as they looked which was pretty fucking amazing I must say. 

I continued to move my tongue around their bulging heads until I realized I was extremely horny again myself. Separating the two because I'm not a very good multitasker, I let the professor demonstrate what getting a really good blow job looked like. While I took his big cock into my mouth and deep throated him, the young stud knelt behind me. 

I instinctively moved my ass back toward him and he reached under me and started to massage my aching clit, then moved to my pussy, then back again, while kissing my neck and my hair. With his other hand, I could hear him starting to pull on that beautiful cock of his. I moved my hand behind me in a motion for him to stop, then turned so he could still touch my aching pussy while I circled his huge cock in my hand. 

I had one huge cock in my mouth, another in my hand and I was getting hand-fucked and trying hard not to come myself, for fear of biting the prof's dick, and not in a pleasant way. 

When the prof got close, I made them switch spots. I couldn't wait to see what his experienced fingers could do to my once again dripping clit and pussy. I must say the rookie had done an amazing job taking care of them already. 

The sound of a sharp intake of breath as I took the student's huge cock into my mouth was music to my ears. Being his first blow job, it didn't take very long but oh my God he was a sight to see when he came. He was sweating and couldn't catch his breath and grinning ear to ear. 

Behind me, the prof was pulling at his own cock and came before I had a chance to attend to him again, but the way he was rubbing my clit and finger fucking my pussy at the same time was very hot and I came about the same time he did. 

We were all exhausted, it was beautiful and I must say very educational. It was a very uneventful semester after that. Just knowing what was behind those pants was enough for me, we never had a repeat of the amazing advising session. I did, however, replay that wonderful day over and over and masturbate to it a lot, often squirming and being soaked at the thought of it, even before I could touch my pussy. 

I still see the student from time to time. He recently told me his girlfriend really enjoyed how he ate her pussy and came to me for pointers on how to do it even better. Not being a very good oral speaker, I quickly obliged him with a very good, very long tutorial session, and I give him further classes from time to time, although he is a quick learner, and learned from a very skilled teacher to begin with.

As for the prof, well let's just say he has a very dedicated, very hard working TA. Who knew that teaching assistant and tits & ass were interchangeable. 

I think I like being a college student after all. I highly recommend community college, it can be a very interesting experience.



Advising Audrey



My name is Grant Stevens, and together with my partner Bill Montgomery we run a successful law firm in town.

Bill's daughter Audrey just finished up her pre-law education, and now she has told him she is unsure of a law career going forward. This has crushed Bill, because he wanted her to join our firm someday.

Bill arranged a small neighborhood cocktail party to celebrate his new pool, and I agreed to find a minute then to talk to Audrey alone about her future.

It was a cool evening though, and all the guests went indoors to socialize in Bill's screened gazebo. I, however, went in search of Audrey as I had promised to do.

My recollections of Audrey were of a cute young kid darting through lawn sprinklers with my children. What I discovered in the shadows of the patio was something else entirely.

"Hi, Mr. Stevens." a voice cooed in the darkness.

As I adjusted my eyes, I came upon a cock-stiffening sight.Audrey was sitting on a chaise lounge, her posture relaxed and legs splayed open. She was wearing a short terrycloth robe and tiny bikini panties. Her bikini top was provocatively hanging over the arm of the chair, and fine gold chains glinted softly from her neck, wrists, and ankles in the moonlight.

"M-my how you've- uh- matured." I stammered lamely.

"Yeah, I'm twenty now." she replied evenly as she played with her long brown hair and eyed me up and down. Her tits swayed as she propped herself up on her elbows and wiggled her finger to call me over closer.

I was wearing a casual sports shirt and loose fitting shorts, but the breathing room in my crotch was disappearing fast as my prick ached and pulsed to erection.

"Stand behind me and untangle my necklace." Audrey bossed, and I looked back at the gazebo as the voices carried to us on the wind.

"Don't worry. No one can see my spot from the house." she shared conspiratorially."That's why I always sit here."

"Uh-Audrey, your Dad is very disappointed in you." I managed, as my fingers trembled toying with her necklace. From where I stood, I had a clear view of the evening's shadows playing on her naked tits inside the loosely sash-ed robe.

"You don't seem to disappointed right now." she teased, and deliberately leaned her head back into my erection.

"Audrey--my wife is inside the gazebo." I pleaded quietly, but now I was stroking her long hair and rubbing her shoulders.

"Then go back inside!" she snapped, and started to pull out of my caress.

"N-no-please--" I whimpered ashamedly, and I pulled her directly back against my throbbing cock and ground my shorts-covered member in her hair.

"I thought so." she said smugly with a thin smile on her face. Audrey gazed straight ahead at the inky darkness of the pool.

"Take out your dirty cock and wrap my hair around it." Audrey said in a low, even tone.

"Gladly." I wheezed as the sweet release of the cool night air hit my turgid member, quickly replaced by a silky handful of Audrey's warm, brown hair.

All thoughts of counseling Audrey were gone now. If Bill caught us out here, the Practice would be dissolved and my reputation ruined. To say nothing of my wife, always so trusting and loving of me.

I was totally in this minx's power now, and yet I didn't know what her ultimate game was. I jacked Audrey's hair up and down my hot shaft until it was matted with pungent pre-cum.

"You see, I don't need law school. I found out in college I can make men my slaves. I'll never work again, unless you count humping the ball snot out of some rich old pervert like you." Audrey intoned, but the rapid rise and fall of her chest told the tale that she was getting off on this too.

Audrey untied her robe and pulled out her incredibly tan, firm tits. "I suppose you want to see these." she mocked as she squeezed her nipples.

That did it. My cock erupted into her hair, and spurts climbed over her now naked shoulder and splattered on her tits. Audrey's cheek and neck were dripping old man cum, and I groaned deliriously and tried to push the head into the corner of her mouth.

"Hey! Pervert, not so fast! A gentleman always warns a girl before he squirts!" Audrey got up and strode to the pool. She leaned over and splashed water all over her upper body to rinse the cum off.

Audrey stood up and glared at me. "Sit right there! Don't move!" she intoned, and she walked rapidly back towards the house.

Oh,Fuck me! I thought to myself as I sat worriedly into the chaise lounge. Was she going to tell her Dad, my partner? Would my wife be coming out any minute with steak knives in both hands, looking for blood?

After what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only ten minutes, Audrey returned wearing a pink sun dress and had her hair piled up on top of her head. She looked sexy as hell as she straddled the chair and stared at my once-again hardening prick inside my shorts.

"O.k., buster, now it's my turn to get off." she hissed. Audrey surprised me by bypassing my lap and scooting up on my chest until her female sex was even with my nose.

"Eat my hot cunt until I cum." she hissed, lifting her dress to reveal nothing but a bald, moist, gaping slit.

"Unnngggh." I groaned, as I rubbed the bridge of my nose on her pubic bone. I lapped at her leaky lips and sucked noisily on her hooded clit.

"Tha-thas-thas it.." Audrey slurred, and she grabbed the back of my head and ground my face obscenely in her puss.

"I'm gonna squirt cunt juice in your unfaithful mouth." Audrey whinnied, and her hips slammed against my face as she erupted in orgasm.

"Eat!My!Cunt!" she enunciated through gritted teeth as she spasmed all over my face.

I clutched her ass tightly and smeared her sex all over my sopping wet features.

Audrey raised up on wobbly legs and stared wild-eyed at my lap. She pulled the pink sun dress over her head and tossed it disdainfully at my head.

"Clean up your face while I ride this fucking cock." she ordered, and with a tug my throbbing prick was once again freed from my shorts.

Audrey sat down hard on my cock, and it immediately sank deep into her coed cervix with an audible wet slurp.

"Uhh-Jesus you're big." she said as she rode me wildly. Audrey mopped my face with her dress and began to talk like a controlling slut again.

"If you like this pussy--and I know you do--I'll give you three months to divorce that cow of a wife of yours and move me into your mansion."

Incredibly, as I groaned and cried beneath her, I began to contemplate how to make this hot cunt my wife.

"Uhh--Audrey--I'll do anything you say--just keep giving me this pussy." I moaned shamefully as I worshiped her naked, tan body fucking me in the moonlight.

The chaise lounge creaked and rocked with our exertions. The sounds of the party in the distance still mixed with the curse words of our sweaty lovemaking, but I no longer cared about being caught.

"Let's-cum together!" we said in unison, and I reached out and roughly yanked on Audrey's fat nipples as thick, stringy ropes of hot choad rocketed up into her twenty year old pussy.

"Fu-fuck meeee!" Audrey stammered as she slammed her ass up and down on my spurting hot prick.

Audrey slowly got up with a smirk, my cum dripping obscenely down her tanned thighs.

"Remember- three months to lose that cow!" she intoned, and I weakly shook my head in agreement.