0 comments/ 144731 views/ 2 favorites Cynthia By: Starlight Written in Loving Memory of a Generous Lady * * * * * A warning to the reader. If you are looking for huge cocks, long shapely legs, full swelling bosoms, mountainous climaxes and the like, do not read on. It began at a twenty first-birthday party back in the 1950s. I was about twenty-one or twenty-two at the time, and had just finished my apprenticeship as a plumber. I was living in one of the many country towns that, at that time in my country, were growing due to rapid industrial expansion. Our town was situated over the largest coal seams in the world, stretching down a valley fifty miles long and averaging about 30 miles wide. The seams went beyond the valley out into the sea, and the coal was only an average of fifty feet below the surface. The coal is very low-grade brown coal, but the latest technology had allowed it to be used, and so, in addition to the open cut mines, power stations, gas plants and paper mills were being built. I was working as a plumber for the State Electricity Commission. I attended a church in the town along with quite a few other young people, and one of these, a girl called Gaylene Flynn, was having her "twenty-first." She was the daughter of Cynthia Flynn, a widow of indeterminate age, but I suppose somewhere between forty-five and fifty. Who Mr. Flynn had been no one seemed to know, and we had long given up asking. And so it was that I arrived at the Flynn house about 8 p.m. one Saturday night. I was not a great partygoer, and was feeling somewhat depressed because I had just lost my girl friend, Edna, to one, Arthur Cracknell. Arthur was a rough, tough labourer about my own age. A few months after my loss to Arthur he got Edna pregnant, married her, and in the following years presented her with seven more pregnancies. Perhaps to my shame, I must admit to a certain amount of satisfaction as I learned that not long after marriage Edna was also presented with a beating up every Saturday night by a drunken husband. Those were the days when divorce was not easy to come by, and there were no "Single Parent" pensions then. I would sometimes see Edna in the town, round shouldered, lank haired, wearily pushing her latest squalling and smelly offspring in a decaying pram, looking at least twenty years older than she was. Not that this was unusual with girls in our town. Edna had been proclaimed as one of the "Town's Beauties," but as one lady said to me, "In this town a girl leaves school when she's fifteen, has her hair permed, her teeth out, gets pregnant and gets married." Contraception not being what it is now, pre-marital pregnancies were the common lot of most girls, followed by marriage, unless the father was able to escape the district in time. Enough of Edna (I had a lucky escape there), and back to the party. There were about a dozen other young people already present, plus Mrs.Flynn. Over the next hour or so more arrived to swell the ranks to about thirty and the noise increased to something resembling half a dozen foundries going full blast. Having handed over my obligatory present to Gaylene and made appropriate birthday noises, I wandered around chatting here and there. Popular music of the period started and added to the already cacophonous row. At one stage, I found myself sitting next to Mrs.Flynn ("Just call me Cynthia" [not her real name]). We started to talk about this and that – what did I do, where did I live, had I got a girl friend – you know the sort of thing. Now let me tell you a bit about the Widow Cynthia Flynn. She was about five feet two inches tall, a sort of non-descript neither fat or thin, light brown hair, of indeterminate breast size, but not large and as her dress went well below the knees her legs were not very visible, but I wouldn't say they were long and sexy. She was the sort of woman who, if a young chap like me passed her in the town, he wouldn't offer her a second glance. The thought, conscious or unconscious, would go something like this, "Another ordinary looking bird on the wrong side of forty-five," and she would be wiped from the memory banks. That is the negative side of Cynthia, but on closer inspection, and I was very close as we sat on the couch talking, I was able to observe one feature which sent hot shivers running down your spine, to collide in my penis and make quite a stir. That feature was her eyes. They managed to combine a slumberous with a predatory look. Once turned on you, those eyes sucked you into her (more about this aspect later) and there consumed you. In addition as she talked, she had a way of delicately touching your arm and sometimes your thighs with her hands. As I have clearly indicated, in general circumstances I would in no way be sexually attracted to her, but as she looked, consumed and touched, manhood made itself felt. In those days, male clothes were much looser than now and it did hide embarrassing projections to some extent, but this lady knew her business, and as became obvious, she could read the signs. She suddenly rose, took my hand, and said, "Darling, we can't talk properly in here, let's go somewhere quieter." Without waiting for me to answer or agree, she simply led me out of the room, down a passage leading to the back of the house, opened a door, and we were in a bedroom. She sat on the bed with me standing just in front of her and reached out to touch my penis through the cloth. Looking at me with those devastating eyes, she purred, "Darling, I think we had better do something about this." She undid the buttons (no zips in those days) of my trousers, and with that she pulled herself right onto the bed, pulled up her dress and opened her legs. She had no knickers on. Up to that moment, my experience had been a bit of girl fumbling, and the occasional penetration of an unwilling vagina. The problem as I have already indicated, was fear of pregnancy. The most common form of contraception was withdrawal at the critical moment, and this didn't always work because precum has enough enthusiastic little sperms to do the job anyway. In any case, this method could leave the participants even more frustrated, because just when nature commanded, "Get in deep to give those little sperms the best chance, " you had to get out in a hurry. So it was that I was not only surprised by the immediate visibility of Cythia's sexual organ, but, even more surprised when she said, "Put it all into me, darling." I made no hesitation in complying. You see, as I warned you at the beginning, no great physical details or fantastic foreplay, just a guy with an erection and a woman with a willing body. But if you think this sounds very ordinary, then you are wrong. On entering Cynthia I experienced a sensation I had never had before or since, not even with my lovely wife. As her eyes sucked you into her, so her vagina did the same for the penis. She was warm, soft and wet, and the walls of her vagina clung round the penis, tugging you into her deeper and deeper. When I came, which was very quickly, it was virtually at her command. She drew the sperm out of me. When I vacated her, she commented, "Lovely, darling. Gaylene's always out on Tuesday and Friday nights," nothing more. We got off the bed straightened ourselves up, and rejoined the party. She went off to talk to other people, and I was somewhat put out when I noticed that during the rest of the evening, she went in the direction of the bedroom with three or four other young chaps. Still, I had something to do on Tuesday and Fridays nights now. That first time with Cynthia turned out to be a sort of first installment of things to come. You may be pleased to know that we went through all the ramifications of sexual contact – you know – kissing, oral and anal sex, sitting, and standing – the whole lot. I should point out that her kissing was like none I had or have experienced. As with her eyes and vagina, it was not so much the open-mouthed tongue thrusting type, but again, a sucking sensation. It was as if she wanted to devour you. The odd thing was, that apart from the invitation which she nearly always made, "Put it all into me, darling," she rarely initiated the foreplay. If I wanted to liken her to anything, she was like an indulgent mother trying to please her child, and was pleased herself when she succeeded. I never knew her to have an orgasm. It was as if she desired and enjoyed the sheer pleasure of taking you into her. What she did on the other nights of the week I did not try to find out. I did know that Gaylene was out nearly every night of the week, so…? Looking back over fifty years, I think that Cynthia's great satisfaction was in giving pleasure and release to young men. I wonder how many pre-marital pregnancies did not take place because she was such a kindly giver. I got married some five years after I first had sex with Cynthia, and my wife wasn't pregnant. Cynthia has long gone to another life, and I shall soon follow her. So, thank you Cynthia. Over all the years, I have thought of you gratefully and lovingly. Thank you for being so generous with your body. God bless you. Cynthia *Note – This is a work of fiction. I got married in the spring of ’76 at the age of 20. My bride was 19. We were much too young and we were too young to realize it. We had four children, one boy, who is now 29 and three daughters, 26, 25, and Cynthia, 23. The wife and I divorced in ’96. She left to pursue her ‘inner self’. The boy and the two older daughters moved to various states and Cynthia stayed with me. She lucked into a job that made her a lot of money. When Cynthia turned 19, she went to live on her own. It was the first time I had been alone since I was a bachelor. Every holiday season, the kids would somehow find a way to come home to visit. I looked forward to it every year. This past season, the older three couldn’t get away from their jobs long enough to make the trip. Even Cynthia had to go away on business. So, I sat looking at a Christmas tree that I only put up for them, a bunch of presents that were going to go back in the closet, and a 25-pound turkey dinner that was going to go bad before half of it was gone. The weekend after New Years, I was busy felling lonely and horny when Cynthia dropped by to exchange gifts. I suppose I was in a rather dark mood that day, and Cynthia asked what the problem was. How do you explain to your kid that you’ve been divorced for seven years and hadn’t been laid in twenty? I decided to blame my mood on the no shows at Christmas. “Maybe next year I won’t go to any bother and then you’ll all show up,” I said sarcastically. “Aw, come on, dad,” she said as she gave me a hug. “What would cheer you up?” “A six-pack and a hooker.” I said before I could catch myself. “A what and a what?” she said, starting to laugh. Well, at least she was laughing. So I said, “You heard me.” “I’ll get you the six-pack, dad, but the hooker might take longer,” she said still giggling. “Story of my life,” I said. “What’s the matter, dad? Feeling lonely?” she chuckled. “You could say that. I’d like to see you go 20 years with out any.” She stopped laughing. “Twenty years? You guys have only been divorced seven.” “Didn’t the separate bed rooms give you an inkling as to what was going on?” I asked. “Now that you mention it, yes. I just never really thought about it before. I have trouble going a week without it. Why didn’t you cheat on her, or just flat out leave?” she said. “’For better or worse’. I do believe in the vows, honey.” I said. “Why don’t you go out more? You might meet someone.” She asked, cheerfully. “That’s a pain in the ass. Besides, I don’t take to new people that well. I even knew your mother for a year before I started dating her.” I answered. “Well, I’ll try to find you a hooker, dad, but no promises.” A week later, I had a knock at my door. I opened it and there sat a package with a bow on it. I picked it up and walked back into my apartment. It was kind of heavy for it’s size. I opened the box and in side sat a six-pack of beer and a card. “Don’t drink them yet, the hooker is on her way.” It was signed, “Cynthia”. “No shit!” I thought. “Better get cleaned up”. Thirty minutes later, I had another knock at the door. I nervously went over and opened it. There stood a girl, with a blond wig, a big rimmed black hat, dark sunglasses, heavy makeup, a mini skirt that was two sizes too small for her ample body, black stockings with garters, boots with 8” heels, and long black leather gloves that went up to her elbows. “Hey, sugar!” she said as she brushed her way past me into the apartment. “I was told to be here tonight. Call me Shelly.” She said with a heavy Brooklyn accent. “Uh, hello, Shelly.” I said. Isn’t it amazing that when you want something so badly and the situation presents itself, you get cold feet? “What’s wrong, sugar? I do have the right place, don’t I?” she said while holding out an address card. I nodded yes. “Well, lets go. You’ve only got an hour and the clock is ticking.” I stood motionless. “Okay, sugar,” she said as she grabbed my hand and pulled me into the bedroom. “Someone paid good money for you to have a good time. Let’s not disappoint them.” She sat me down on the bed and started a dance in from of me, removing one piece of clothing every minute. I never felt so embarrassed in my life. She had a gorgeous body. Very ample breasts with perfectly shaped nipples, a tight ass, a neatly trimmed muff, and legs that wouldn’t quit. Soon she was down to just the wig, gloves, stockings and sunglasses. She held her breasts in front of my face and asked me what I thought of them. Then she turned around and presented her ass and womanhood for my inspection as well. “Very nice,” was all I could get out. She stopped. “Okay, sugar. How about a more direct approach?” She pushed me back on the bed and pulled my pants down. She ran her hand over my cock gently for a few minutes with no results. “It takes two to participate in this. Are you going to join in?” “I’m trying,” I lied. “Okay, let’s try this.” She said. Shelly finished undressing me and laid down beside me. She turned herself up on one elbow and started to kiss my chest as she fondled me below. After several minutes I still could not get anything going down there. “Does this thing still work down here?” she asked, flopping me around. “I’m sorry. I just can’t do it with someone I don’t know.” Silence. “Are you sure? Someone went to a great expense to arrange this.” She said. I shook my head. “What if I pretended to be someone you know?” she asked. “Maybe.” I said. “Who do you want me to be? A movie star? A former girlfriend? A relative?” “Well, now that you mention it, I’ve always been attracted to my daughter, Cynthia. I think she looks like a young Carmen Electra.” “Your daughter? Really? Okay. Close your eyes and try to conjure up her face.” She began anew kissing and caressing me. I thought of Cynthia and I found myself getting excited. “There is life, after all.” She said.“What would you like your daughter to do to you?” Her voice had changed. The accent was gone. “Daddy likes what you’re doing right now. Soon I’ll want my little girl to take me in her mouth.” I replied getting very hard. “Daddy, you have a monster down here. I think I have to tame it.” I chuckled at that one. I closed my eyes and gave in to the feeling. She pulled her gloves off, and moved down between my legs. She gently rubbed my thighs as she touched her tongue against the head of my cock. With deliberate movements she began tracing me with her mouth. When she came to my balls, she sucked on them gently. Then she returned to my cock and began sucking it in earnest. It felt wonderful. I hadn’t had that done to me since my wedding night. I started to groan. “Hold on daddy, not yet.” She said. She sat back up on the bed, blond hair all over her face, and opened a condom she had stashed in her garter. She rolled it on, straddled me and lowered herself on me. “You feel good, daddy.” She moaned. She alternated from sitting on top of me hopping up and down to lying on top of me and rocking back and forth. On one such move, the wig came off. She had brown hair. She made no move to get it. She was moaning louder now and she really started humping me hard. With a gasp and a shudder and a Tarzan like cry she came. She slumped forward and as she did so, her sunglasses fell of. I got my first good look at Shelly. I tried to look through the layers of makeup and false eyelashes and I thought that this girl looked familiar. She looked like Carmen Electra. She moaned and opened her eyes. “Cynthia!” “Hi, daddy. Are you having fun?” I laid there, stunned. “So you fantasized about me, huh? Do I turn you on, daddy?” I reached over to the nightstand, and grabbed a bunch of tissues, and wiped off as much makeup as I could. “Now you do, honey.” I said as I rolled her over and made love to her like I had when I first fell in love with her mother. I had no trouble with holding back now. All my inhibitions were gone. “Cum, daddy. I want to feel the love you have for me.” She whispered in my ear as I continued a good rhythm. “I need to feel your love! Daddy, I’m getting close. Daddy, daddy, please cum now!” she shouted in my ear. It started with a major contraction in my balls, followed by a streak of lighting up and out of me, striking the tip of the condom repeatedly. I thought it was going to burst. Cynthia was digging her nails into my back, clutching my ass with her legs and letting out another jungle-like cry. When it subsided, I brushed the loose hair out of her face and asked her “Why?” “I had no idea just how long it had been for you. I just assumed you had a few discreet encounters that you never spoke about. I couldn’t let you suffer anymore. Besides, I’ve had a secret crush on my daddy since I was 12. When you told me about your fantasy, I no longer cared if you still thought I was Shelly. In fact I’m glad you found out. That gear hurts to wear,” she said pointing to the pile on the floor. “I won’t let you go through any more dry spells. I’ll take care of you,” she said. “What about your boyfriend?” I asked. “He doesn’t have to know. Besides, this is a family secret.” She said as she smiled wide. Cynthia Liam knew he owned the school. He was the best football player this small local college had seen in years and there was even talk of him trying to go pro. He had his pick of all the girls on campus; life was good. Except for one little problem. His US History professor was tough. He didn't even help the athletes out. In the tiny town in the south, most of the athletes were white, so there was no talk of any racial discrimination by this professor, but he discriminated against guys who were young, talented, handsome and played sports. He had forced Liam and his buddy John to get a tutor. He figured the tutor would just write his papers for him, but the Professor had chosen the most uptight girl on campus, Cynthia Higgins. Cynthia was one of about twenty black kids on campus and she never did anything fun. Liam had looked her over a few times, she wasn't bad looking, but she kept herself completely covered, not really his style. The first time they had met for tutoring he had tried his best southern charm. He knew he was a good looking guy: 6'3, broad shoulders, dark blond hair with blue eyes. He never failed. "Ok, so turn to page thirty." She said in her clipped northern tone. "Hey you want to come to party with us later?" Liam smiled at her. John nodded. Liam took her in. Her black hair hung around her shoulders, smooth and straight, her skin was a warm brown that glistened. She seemed to have a decent body; her sweater revealed a nice pair of breasts and the knee length skirt made him wonder if her well shaped legs led to a well shaped ass. "We are not here to talk about parties. Turn to page thirty." Liam grimaced a little, so he would have to work harder... As it turned out, no amount of charm or bribes to cool parties would work with Cynthia. She continued to make them do readings and write things. When it came time for the midterm Liam had had enough. "Listen Cyn," He had started calling her that even though she had repeatedly objected, "We have a game in two days and we need to focus. I and I assume John," He turned to look at his nodding friend, "Cannot sit and write a stupid paper on French resistance to the war." "Revolution." She corrected. "Whatever. Can't do it. So why don't you knock out two of these papers and put our names on them and be done with it. I mean, it really isn't like you have a life outside of school anyway." He smirked at her. Cynthia cut her almond shaped eyes. "You may think I don't have a life and you also may think I cheat, but I don't. Either do your paper or don't, not my problem but I'm not doing it for you." She slammed her text book, "And honestly, I'm sick of the two of you. You walk around here like you are God's gift and don't do work and screw around with everything you see in a skirt. You are disgusting and worthless. I'm done tutoring you." She stood up looking over their heads and marched out of the library. John looked at Liam, "Bitch." He said as he let out a breath. "What do we do to girls like that Johnny?" Liam clapped him on the back. "What?" John ran a hand through his short dark hair. "Teach them a lesson." Liam and John formulated their plan that evening. They called Cynthia and apologized asked her to come to Liam's apartment to help them work on their papers. She had resisted a lot, but when Liam threw in that he would tell the Professor how great of a teacher she was, she gave in, he knew she wanted to be a TA in that class after she graduated. Cynthia showed up at 7:30 sharp wearing her normal sweater and skirt routine. Liam opened the door for her. "Hey Cyn thanks for coming." He shut the door behind her and locked it. "It's Cynthia. Where's John." She put her textbook on the table. "Oh he's right back here in my office room. It's where I do my work." He held his hand out to show her down the hall. "First door on the left." He smiled "You have an office?" She muttered as she went into the room. John was sitting on the bed waiting. "Hey Cyn come on in." He laughed. "This is not an office." She turned to leave, but Liam stopped her, pushing her further into the room. "Sorry Cyn, change of plans." He threw her on the bed. "Tie her hands up." He told John. John wrapped the ropes around her small brown wrists with his large white hands. He laughed as she squirmed against Liam and his weight. She didn't stand a chance. She was 5'6, a little tall for a girl, but she couldn't have weighed more than 130 lbs. He and Liam both stood 6'3 and though John was a little skinnier than Liam, they were both strong. "Please stop this, I'll do whatever you want, I'll write your papers." Cynthia said as she tried to squirm away from them. "Too late, we thought of something more fun!" Liam pulled her perfect little skirt off and opened his mouth in surprise. "Cyn my god, a thong!" He slapped her bare, brown ass hard. She let out a small scream of shock. "Oh we can't have her screaming Johnny." Liam pulled the black thong off and tossed it to John who shoved it between her plump lips. "Taken care of." John laughed. "Now let's get that sweater off of her." John reached for a pair of scissors in the drawer of the nightstand and sliced her sweater off revealing a black bra with a gorgeous pair of brown tits. John let out a sigh of approval and ripped her bra off. Cynthia now lay still, shocked by what was happening. "Flip her back over." Liam commanded as he pulled his belt off. He got Cynthia on her knees. "Now Cyn, you have been a big bitch to us. You wouldn't help us and you tried to tell us what to do. So John and I decided to teach you a little lesson about us southern boys." He doubled up his belt and let it fly at her round brown ass, "Don't fuck with us." He then began to spank her in earnest. Each slap of his belt hitting in the same spot. John watched as he friend got more and more into it. He wanted to get a try at her too so he moved near to Liam and began to spank her other ass cheek with his hand. Cynthia was moaning now from the pain and the pleasure. She had never had anyone do anything like this to her before and she couldn't believe she liked it. John reached a hand under Cynthia to feel her pussy and noticed she was wet. "Hey Liam, she's getting wet from this." Liam gave her ass one last smack and then started to laugh. "Oh yea?" He started to rub her pussy. "Why don't you go get yourself a blow job while I work on her back here." John didn't have to be told twice. He pulled his pants off and pulled his cock out. He moved close to Cynthia's head and removed the panties from her mouth. "Please..." She started. "Shut up bitch." He answered as he shoved his hard white cock into her mouth. Cynthia's eyes got wide as he shoved it down her throat. He held her head and let out a sigh. Liam meanwhile was still rubbing her pussy and watching John fuck her pretty brown face. "Let's see how you like this Cyn." He said quietly. He bent behind her and began to lick her pussy up and down. He held her round ass checks and he shoved his tongue inside her and started fucking her pussy with it. He massaged her ass and let his fingers creep slowly toward her asshole. He couldn't believe she tasted so good. He had never thought she was particularly sexy, but like this, tied up and as his mercy, she was sexy as hell. He kept his tongue firmly inside her as he let his finger push into her ass. Cynthia felt Liam's hand and tried to get away from him. She pushed against John's hand. John was caught off guard and his dick popped out of her mouth. He looked to what Liam was doing and saw his friends face smothered by the black girl's ass, his white finger poking in and out of her asshole. His dick got harder just watching. He looked down at Cynthia who had small tears coming from her eyes. "Yea bitch, you like that don't you? Get over here." He grabbed her head again and forced her mouth down on his cock. Liam began to finger fuck her ass harder, moving her ass checks with his other hand as he ate her pussy viciously. He wanted to hurt her and pleasure her and get as much of himself inside of her as he could. He sat up a little removing his tongue and watched his finger going in and out of her black ass. He slapped her sore ass hard with his other hand. "You like this bitch?" He said loud enough for Cynthia to hear. "Tell him you like it slut." Johnny said as he removed his cock. Cynthia shook her head. Johnny slammed his cock down her throat. "Tell. Him. You. Like. It." He said slamming her mouth harder with every word. He pulled out. "I like it." Cynthia said weakly. That was all Liam needed to hear. He licked her pussy one last time, then stood up and pulled his hard cock out. He lined himself up with her pussy and then slammed inside of her hard. Cynthia cried out. Johnny stood watching and rubbing his cock as Liam fucked the small black girl senseless. He could tell even though Cynthia was trying not to get into it, she was enjoying herself. He reached down and started to pull on her nipples, then when that was enough, he lay beneath her hard rocking body and started to suck on them. "I'm fucking you so hard Cyn." Liam said as he pumped his cock in and out of her tight pussy. She was so tight that Liam wondered if she were a virgin, not that he really cared if he was hurting her; that was half the fun. The thought made him slam his body into her even harder. "Take that bitch." He said as he grabbed her ass checks and continued to fuck her pussy. He could hear the sound his skin was making as it slapped against her sweaty dark skin. Cynthia was now only making soft sounds each time he pushed into her. Her face lay on the bed and she was biting down on the sheets. Johnny finished sucking on her nipples and stood up. He watched her carefully knowing she was into it. He pulled again on her nipples. "Come on slut, cum, I know you want to." He bent down now and kissed her on her lips. He felt her sensations. She came hard as Liam fucked her and John stood kissing her and pulling on her nipple. Johnny pulled away. "She just came man." He said to Liam who was still fucking her hard. Liam smacked her ass hard and then he followed. "I'm cumming in your pussy Cyn." He shouted as he filled her with his cum. He pumped her a couple of more times then pulled out. Cynthia felt betrayed by her body. She had only had sex once before this and never had she cum from that. Liam, had made her cum. She relaxed, it was over now. "My turn." Johnny said as he flipped her onto her back. Liam laughed at the look on Cynthia's face. "Did you think it was just going to be me?" He smirked and walked over to suck a dark nipple into his mouth. The touch of his mouth made Cynthia tingle again. Johnny slid on a condom. He spread her long, chocolate legs wide and speared his hard cock inside her. "Oh yea!" He shouted as he began to thrust in and out of her. Liam kept sucking on her nipples pushing her closer and closer. Then he reached down and starter to rub her clit in circles while his friend fucked her pussy hard. Liam looked up at Cynthia who was looking down at him. She bit down on her thick, red lip and came hard. It was pretty much the sexiest thing Liam had ever seen. He rose up and kissed her hard on the mouth, this time feeling something for the black girl lying beneath him and getting fucked by his friend. He reached up and pulled her hair, making her look up at him. "Tell me I fucked you better." He said in a deep threatening voice. Cynthia locked eyes with him but didn't move her mouth. "Tell me bitch." He pulled harder and at the same time grabbed one of nipples in a squeezing grip. Cynthia cried out in pain just as Johnny came inside of her. "You were better." She said quietly. "I gotta go take a shower." Johnny said in a satisfied tone as he stumbled toward Liam's bathroom. When he was gone Liam ran his hands all over Cynthia's body keeping his eyes locked with hers. "You liked this." It wasn't a question but Cynthia nodded, "It was better than any other sex you've had. It made you feel dirty and used and it got you off." Cynthia nodded. "But you liked that it was me didn't you?" He let his hand cup her pussy. He started to rub his thumb around on her clit. "Yes." She sighed. His mouth followed his thumb and he knelt between her legs and began to eat her. He put her legs up over his shoulders and grabbed her ass so that he could have full access to her. "Yes Liam." Cynthia moaned. She started to hump his mouth, pushing her pussy up to him. He growled at her, taking her clit into his mouth and sucking on it hard as he looked into her eyes. Cynthia felt the sensation hit her hard and she came in his mouth. Liam sat back, dominance in his eyes. "I could fuck you anytime I want now." Cynthia nodded. He rolled her onto her stomach and untied her arms. She rubbed her wrists and sat up. "Kiss me." He commanded as she sat up on her knees. She kissed his mouth gently, the way someone kisses without much experience. He pulled away, "Suck my cock." He pushed on her shoulders. Cynthia stepped off of the bed and suck to her knees. She noticed how big Liam's cock was and she hardly believed he had been inside her, but she could still feel him. She took his cock into her mouth and began to suck on it until it got hard. Liam pushed her head down onto his cock and began to fuck her mouth brutally. Cynthia put her hands against his thighs to push away, but he was too strong. "Make me cum Cyn." He commanded as he fucked her perfect little face. He slammed his cock into her mouth, mashing his pubic hair into her face and moving his hips in a circle. When he felt himself getting ready to cum, he let it go deep inside her throat. When he was finished, Cynthia stood. "I have a game and I need you to write John and me a paper for history." He stroked her hair. The gentleness shocked Cynthia. "Ok, I'll have it on Friday. I'll put it in the Professor's mailbox." "Fine. Then come here right after. And where your usual outfit, but a red thong Cyn." "Yes." "And Cyn, call me sir from now on." She looked up into his icy blue eyes, "Yes sir." Cynthia CC's place was a lot like her; small, compact, with a lot of personality crammed into it. Cynthia Chen's stuffed animals vied for space with the latest video equipment, her suped up laptop plastered with stickers from every concert she had ever been too. Her furniture was sparse, preferring to sit on the floor as she edited her columns for the weeklies and magazines she freelanced for. An entire wall was taken up by music, CDs stacked in order of band, genre or whatever other system she randomly felt like organizing it in. One time she ordered them in geographic order, how close each band was based to her. Besides the room we were sitting in, there was only a kitchen and a bathroom. Her place was filled with the spicy scent of chicken curry that she had made for us "from scratch". Meaning she found a ready made pack she boiled all by herself she had called from the kitchen. Right now her feet were wiggling in my lap as I tickled her soles. She laughed hysterically, trying to stop long enough to rise up to a sitting position and no doubt hit me but I wasn't giving her a chance. Her black eyes danced between amusement and the promise of swift and painful revenge. "Stop...please!" she gasped, trying to free her ankles from my one hand. "I'm going to piss myself! Stop!" I laughed evilly and went on. Like her apartment, her ankles were small and fit in on of my hands easily. I could have picked her up and swung her by her feet if I wanted to. "Not until you say it!" I said running my nails down the soles of her feet making her go insane. "Ok! Ok!" she conceded, tears streaming from her almond eyes. Her Asian features smoothed out as I stopped tickling for the moment. Her ankles were hot and sweaty under my hand. Her bare legs no longer trembling as the last of the laughs left her, relaxing all the way up to her jean shorts. Her small breasts were still rising and falling rapidly on her chest, pressing their outline against her tee-shirt. Embarrassingly my cock filled with blood when I saw her nipples straining against the fabric. When I shifted her feet away from my lap she must have thought I was going to start again because she nearly shrieked, saying "Alright, I've thought about it!" "A lot...?" I asked leadingly. "Not a lot. But something...you know, wondering what it would be like," she admitted a slight redness spreading across her skin. I gave a perverse grin, saying "why don't you do something about it?" She snorted. "oh yeah, sure! I'll just crawl under her desk during class and eat her out. Think she'll get the point then?" "She" was a classmate ours at out college. Miranda was one of those girls you took one look at wanted to drag into a dark corner somewhere. CC and I both had a mini crush on her. "Well, it's a little subtle," I mused. "But it might work." We traded laughs about the absurdity of it for awhile before she said "you're pretty good at that." It was only when she spoke that I realized I was rubbing my thumbs along her feet, massaging the arches and pressing into the soles gently. The pale skin of her feet slipped by under my fingers, soft and smooth. I glanced at her shins, knees and thighs, drawling in a corny accent "I do what I can to please the ladies." She giggled, relaxing under my hands. I quickly glanced at her. Her eyes had closed and her breathing deepened. Of course I found CC very attractive and, of course part two, had occasionally had less then pure thoughts about her but never actually tried anything with her and I was warring with myself now about whether I should. CC and I had always skated the edge of a true relationship. Maybe both of us just didn't want to ruin a perfect friendship with sex. So seeming in a way to make up for not actually having it, we talked about it constantly. What we've done, what we want to do, who we want to do and telling each other every detail if any new sexual adventures do happen to either of us. But now, late at night at her house, close on a couch, some wall between us seemed to be fizzling and evaporating, dying a slow quiet and maybe even thankful death. My hands worked without thought, moving along the planes of her leg, from foot to knee and back, working up to the firm milky thigh. Her breathing had deepened even more and redness was flushing her face. I was as hard as steel by this time. 'Don't even think,' I told myself, letting my hands move wherever they wanted. They travelled over her skin past her knees again, to her thigh, rubbing my fingers into the slack muscles there. The very tips skimmed along the inside, teasing the sensitive surface there. CC's breath caught for a moment, her pink lips falling open to let her breath slip out. Her left hand lifted from her side and moved upwards but stopped, her eyes opening like she had just caught herself doing something she knew she shouldn't. When she opened her eyes they fell on the clock on the wall and she did a double take. "Do you know its 3am?" she asked me, bewildered. I jerked my head up and confirmed what she said. It was indeed 3am and my last train home was long gone. "Where they hell did the time go?" I asked stunned. It seemed like we had just been eating dinner at eight ten minutes ago. She gave a slightly nervous laugh and I guess that's the point we both realized I would have to spend the night. She knew very well that I didn't have money for a cab, all my cash going into school and she didn't have a car to drive me home. All her ready cash went into dinner, besides. She turned, giving me a warm smile. "I guess the couch is your friend tonight." "You're not going to invite me in with you tonight?" I teased putting emphasis on the "you". A beat dropped before she answered, trying to match my tone. "Not tonight." Twenty minutes later I found myself staring at the bottom of CC's bed, willing myself to have x-ray vision. Because of the cramped space she had bought a loft bed that was raised five feet in the air. The couch I was pretending to sleep on was right underneath it. Her scent was all around me, permeated into the cushions and the pillow she had given me. Lights from passing cars moved across the slats on the bottom of her bed, where less then a foot above she was lying. CC had been rustling in her sheets as if she couldn't sleep. She must either have thought I didn't have that problem or did care because next her breath started drifting to me in the dark, deep and ragged. Straining my ears I caught the sound of moving sheets, this time more rhythmic, like an arm moving back and forth under them. I couldn't believe I was actually hearing CC masturbating above me. What the hell should I do? Sure porns made it look like if you came across a girl playing with herself you were guaranteed sex. But life had taught me life isn't always like Debbie does Dallas! I reached down under my own covers and gripped myself tight, shuddering at the pleasure. I was stiff beyond belief, stroking my fingers along the rigid shaft before tightening my grip again, trying to bend the unbendable piece of flesh this way and this, one jolt so sharp and good I let a gasp slip my lips. Immediately the sounds above me stopped and so did I. My heart was pounding in my chest as I stared at the slats above me, frozen and barely breathing. I didn't dare move. My hand was still around my cock, while my mind was a terrified blank. Before long mountains of 'whats' started whizzing through me. What if I had been wrong and she hadn't been masturbating? What if she thought I was? What if she thought I was a pervert and kicked me out? What if she told everyone? What would be the fastest way out the door without her detecting me in anyway? Then the craziest thought occurred to me. This must be how chronic gamblers felt. Right when they had lost nearly everything and they knew they should just leave with what they have, they bet everything on one last roll. It was a rush, scary but exhilarating! Slowly, very slowly, I started to stroke myself again, letting the sheet lying on my shift back and forth with the movement of my arm. Going this slow it could have been anything, I could have been scratching my nuts except that I kept on scratching. The pleasure mixed with the fear in an intoxicating cocktail, I let a breath escape. It seemed very loud in the dead quiet room, echoing before settling into nothing. Nerves in my cock were spiking like nothing I had ever felt. This was really stupid! I continued to stroke, gaining speed, my fist running up and down the length of my dick, rubbing the thumb over the throbbing head. My skin was so hot and tight it felt like it wanted to burst. Somewhere in all this sensation I noticed that mine was not the only breath running fast in the room. I could hear the rustle of sheets and louder gasps of breath from above me. I moaned out loud and it was echoed back to me from above, through the slats winking in car lights. We continued this way for awhile, she above, me below. My hand as flying along the length me, my other hand resting on my stomach, fluttering my fingers along the sensitized skin. The deepening moans and gasps above me fueled me until I was about to burst in my hand. That's when I got my second crazy idea. 'Crazy is working for me so far,' I thought as I moved the sheets off me and quietly stood up. CC's bed was about five feet in the air; she was only about five feet so it didn't bother her much. I was closer to six. My height let me see right into her bed from where I stood. She had thrown off her covers at some point. Her body writhed on the sheets, twisting and turning in pleasurable agony. One hand was moving frantically in her pajama shorts, knuckles and fingers bunching under the fabric. The other was under her tee shirt, moving from one breast to the other, presumably pinching one responsive nipple and then the other. She hadn't noticed me watching her yet. One of my hands found my erection again. Mesmerized I watched the lights filter through the window and panel across her flat stomach, heaving up and down. Her back arch sharply, pushing her breasts in the air. She pushed her shirt back showing me the small breasts and hard pointed nipples that she pinched mercilessly. I wanted to wrap my lips around those dark tips, smell her heady scent of arousal up close, feel her smooth soft naked skin. She moaned loudly, almost screaming as her body shuddered and jerked before falling quietly back into the bed. Her head lolled towards me when she relaxed back down. Her eyes fluttered open, seeing me standing there watching her for the first time. Like a deer caught in the headlights she watched me, frozen in place exactly as I had been only a little while ago. Like me, her hands were still on her; one in her pants and one paralyzed on a breast, as if she feared if she moved even a little I would only then know what she had been doing. 'Don't even think,' I told myself again. I slowly raised my free hand from my side. The air felt as thick as molasses when my hand moved deliberately through it and over the crest of the bed. It hovered over CC's stomach for a moment as we watched each other closely. No matter what had already happened between us tonight I think we both knew that as soon as I laid my had on her, everything changed, this could no longer just be called a weird mistake that will look much more innocent and laughable in the daylight. To touch her wasn't just a line; it was a cliff, with no way back up. Only a freefall down into the unknown. My palm descended onto her stomach and I felt her muscles shudder under it, like a current was passing from me to her. Her skin was very warm, a soft plane of skin I leisurely ran my hand across from the band of her shorts to just under her breasts. Her hand that was farthest from me, the one on her breast, moved down to meet mine when it reached just under her sternum again. She slipped it over mine and moved with it when I started trailing down her body. Her right hand slid from her crotch when our hands approached. We kept on going, hitting the edge of her bottoms before slipping under the elastic band. The faintest hint of hair purred against my fingers before they slipped into the dark wetness between her legs. Her juices had already covered everything from her self pleasure so my fingers slicked easily over CC's swollen lips, eliciting more gasps and moans from her. When she rolled her hips towards my hand my middle finger slid into her burning cleft, brushing over her still throbbing clit. Her hand, still over mine, guided my fingers all around her pussy, squeezing the puffy flesh in my palm before I slipped first one then two fingers into her. I stroked myself as I fingered her slowly using my thumb to trip back and forth over her hard little button. She brought both her hand up to her breasts, giving her nipples a hard pinch before cupping the mounds, like she was offering them to the ceiling. Keeping my hand between her legs I partially climbed the ladder up until I was leaning over her, gazing down at her half naked body. Her scent wafted up to me sweet and musky in the air. Her eyes were half lidded and looking at me in needy lust. She gave her breasts one last squeeze before she reached up and pulled my head down to her dusky tips, brushing one against my lips. I immediately latched on, sucking hard before flicking my tongue over the tumescent tip. Laving my tongue around the areola my other hand found her unattended nipple, pinching and rolling it between my fingers. She panted and cried out when I started nibbling on the hard tip in my mouth, holding my head tight to her body while she contorted and rocked in enjoyment under my hands and lips. I switched from nipple to nipple until they were rock hard, her areolas a dark red. I trailed my mouth down CC's body, kissing, licking and sucking her delicious skin, running my tongue over the bones of her ribs and muscles of her stomach. I shoved her shorts down her legs and she quickly kicked them off before spreading her legs for my hungry gaze. Everything was coming to me in waves of light and dark. The headlights of passing cars were the only light in the dark room. I saw her pussy for the first time in one of those strobing flashes; pink lips pouting, swollen and weeping with juice. From my position of standing on the ladder I had to turn my head downwards, taking her pussy into my mouth upside down. Her thighs closed around my head tightly as I ate her. Her juices flowed freely and I followed them down her pussy and into the cleft of her ass, burrowing deep in to not let a drop escape. Trialing my tongue back up, I sucked her lips into my mouth. Her hips were bucking against my sucking mouth when I felt a cool hand wrap around my cock, stroking the skin over the shaft, squeezing off at the head, making me jump and moan into CC's pussy. The vibrations made her squeeze harder for a moment before she started tugging me up onto the bed by my cock. After a little awkward maneuvering I found myself on my knees on top of her, head to foot, mouth to crotch. CC's delicate hands on my hips pulled them downward until the head of my cock was brushing her lips. The tip of her tongue lapped and twisted around the head before sucking it inside her mouth. Moans vibrated up from her throat whenever she moaned, tingling down the length of my shaft. It was hard controlling myself, to just not slide the whole thing down her throat. Her hands kept a firm grip on my hips though, holding them in place so she could bob her head up and down, sucking gently on my whole distance from the head until her nose brushed my balls. I attacked her pussy with a new hunger, the passion roaring boiling through me. We worked each other, writhing one atop of the other, working together until her thighs clamped harder against the sides of my head, trapping me as she came and gushed against my mouth, her own orgasm making my own excitement reach that crest and boil over into her gulping mouth. When I drew myself away from her still licking tongue I was amazed to see I was still hard...that had never happened before...and I wasn't going to waste it! I managed to turn myself around until I was settled between CC's thigh, the hypersensitive head of my cock brushing along the inside of her thigh, sliding its way upwards. "Wait..." she breathed into the dark. "...do you have a condom?" 'Fuck!' I thought to myself. "No I don't." I said aloud, stopping immediately, knowing she was right. "That's ok," she said leaning into my ear. "I just want you inside me." God, what the hell was I going to do? I knew there was no way in hell I was going to be able to pull out of her tight, hot, juicing pussy when it came time to... As if she read the war on my face she pushed me gently off until I was kneeling between her legs, my cock a rigid bar of flesh jutting from my hips. CC turned over onto her own knees and reached back with both hands, spreading her cheeks. Lights flashed through the window again, her tightly closed pink hole exposed to me. CC had always told me she wanted to try anal sex one day and even practiced with her vibrator so she would be ready when the time came. I guess now she was ready. And I was beyond ready. I wanted this more then air if I was drowning. I reached down to her pussy and slipped two fingers inside, eliciting a moan and her pushing back onto them. I dragged out my slicked fingers and brought them to her tightly closed ass, slipping first one in slowly, stroking against her insides before dipping back down for more. I repeated this over until she was ready for me to slip a second finger into her ass, a deep groan coming from her lips. "Yeah," she breathed harshly. "Go deeper, I can take it." I did as she asked and started slipping my two fingers faster and harder into her tight hole, stretching the muscle as I went. CC was now moaning wildly, asking me to fuck her ass harder. Up until now we had both been pretty quiet, not wanting to break the spell but now that seemed long past us. I added a third and went harder, spreading my fingers slowly. I wanted her ready when I went in. "Fuck!" she called. "Do it now! I want to feel you fucking my ass!" "You want it, you got it," I said, feeling ridiculous saying such words but not being able to help myself. I scooted forward and pressed the head of my cock against her ass, slowly slipping in. The tightness was incredible. I had never felt anything like it before, a hot fist of silk wrapped around my cock, opening up slowly as I entered. "Oh god," she cried out. One of her hands disappeared between her legs, rubbing frantic circles around her clit. Her ass contracted and released around me. "Goddamn, you feel so good," I moaned started to drag my cock in and out of her grasping ass, going deeper and harder with every stroke. "Fuck me!" she whimpered, pushing her ass back into my dick with every thrust. The air was filled with the scent of our sweat and musk, the echo of my hips slapping against the reddening cheeks of her ass filling the room. A deep pressure and tingle in my crotch told me that I was going lose it in a moment. I slid in hard and ground into her, panting in her ear, "I'm going to cum inside you." I could feel her fingers pick up speed under us. "Yeah, do it. Cum in me." She moaned out. Her body started to stutter and lose rhythm, her orgasm coming onto her hard. I wasn't far behind when she cried out, jamming back against me, burying my spasming cock as deep into her as possible. The orgasm was beyond anything I had ever felt, wiping out all thought until all there was nothing in the world but me cumming inside of CC's ass. I vaguely felt a wetness spreading on my stomach as we slowed... Cynthia And then I woke up. In bewilderment I was again staring at the bottom of CC's bed. A rapidly cooling stickiness was slathered on my stomach. Finally it hit me that even though I was 24 years old I had just had my first wet dream. Sex dreams had, of course, happened to me before but this was the first time I had ever actually finished in one. And in a friend's apartment no less. I whipped off the sheet covering me and was relieved to see I hadn't soaked through my pants and onto it. Inconceivably I started to giggle. I don't know why, just the absurdity and horror of the episode made me want to burst out laughing. They were so forceful I had to clamp my hands over my mouth to keep them in. I quickly got up and made my way to the bathroom where, as I washed up let them trickle out. I thought 'maybe I'll just keep this one to myself.' This was perhaps not a thing to share with CC. Back in the main-room, Cynthia laid in her bed, frozen in fear and longing. One hand still thrust into her pajama shorts from when only moments ago she had woken up from a violent orgasm while dreaming about her friend. 'Oh god,' she thought in despair. 'He heard me!' While rolling in mortification, hands clasped over her eyes, she could swear she could still feel him passionately thrusting into her ass, making her explode from the inside out. She must have screamed to make him wake up and run to the bathroom laughing. How the hell was she going to face him in the morning? THE END Cynthia: A Fantasy I was lying on Tom, my husband of seven years, letting the afterglow of sex wash over me and his penis slowly become flaccid while still inside me. After all those years, sex was still good. We knew how to please each other; I could count on two orgasms whenever I had the chance to finish our love making on top. At the same time, sex had become very predictable. Each of us knew not only what the other liked, but how they would respond. I often would find myself fantasizing that I was with a new and different lover. I never knew what prompted me to say it, but as I lay there, I asked Tom, "Who were you fantasizing you were with just now?" "Why you of course," he responded as he promptly went limp and fell out of me. I pressed him good humouredly, "you mean to tell me, that after all this time you never imagine that you're making love to someone different? Tell the truth." He paused before saying, "Karen." Karen was a good friend of mine. She was in her late twenties, looked great, slim, with breast implants that gave her a body that stood out in a crowd. She had also been married and divorced twice. She loved to flirt, and always wore provocative, sexy outfits that accentuated her attributes. I could well understand his answer. "I would be worried about you if you didn't find her attractive," I offered. "She thinks you're pretty hot too. She's even confided to me that she would like to do you." Tom rolled us over so we were side by side. "Who were you fantasizing about?" he asked. I wasn't surprised he asked the same question. Men are so predictable. "Your friend Nate," I replied. I believed my response caught him off guard by the way his body stiffened and he shifted ever so slightly. Nathan was an engineer; a coworker of Tom's, who had recently received a big promotion. They also played on the same basketball team; a team Tom had recently joined. Tom was the only white guy on the team. I had only met Nathan a few times. I remembered him from the company picnic and holiday party and the few games I dropped by to watch. He was single, tall, muscular and good looking. I thought of him as the original tall, dark and handsome. "Why Nate?" Tom asked. He sounded a little defensive. "If I'm going to fantasize, I might as well go all the way," I replied. "He's handsome, has a great body, and there's just something erotic and forbidden about interracial sex that I find exciting to think about. After all, I'm only fantasizing; I'm not planning to have an affair with him." By that time, I was ready for sleep, so I rolled over with my back to Tom and snuggled in my pillow. Tom, with other ideas, reached an arm around me and pulled me against him; he was hard again. It had been many years since he was interested in more than one orgasm in an evening. His hard penis easily slipped between my labia, still oozing cum from our recent bout of love making. I rolled on my stomach and rose up on my knees so he could take me in my favorite position, doggie style. His penis slid full depth into me in one stroke, easily accommodated by the semen still there. Tom commenced ramming in and out of me from behind. The force of his thrusts pushed my face into the pillow. He was squeezing and pulling at my breasts, thrusting roughly in and out of me as if posessed. I tried to imagine what he was thinking about that drove him to make love to me so hard and brutally. Was he pretending I was Karen, or visulizing me with Nathan? Suddenly he stopped. His rock hard penis was still deep inside me. I came again as I felt him pumping more semen into me. We both collapsed from the exertion and lay there on the sweat-soaked sheets. The next weekend we were lingering in the kitchen over breakfast coffee when out of the blue Tom blurted out, "Nate would like to do you too." I was more than a little taken back. "What do you mean; Nate would like to do me?" My tone alone was enough to put Tom on the defensive. "Just what did you say to him?" All Tom could do was stammer. I was getting angrier by the moment. "You went up to a guy I barely know and told him I wanted to fuck him? What were you thinking?" He finally managed to say, "Well you told me that you fantasized about having sex with him." "Can't you tell the difference between fantasy and reality?" I shot back. "What kind of world do you live in?" I was so angry and upset; I simply got up and left, leaving Tom sitting there. I got into my car and started to drive, with no particular destination in mind. The next thing I knew I was pulling into Karen's driveway. After all, she was my best friend. She was home, and we spent the rest of the morning discussing dumb things men do. Finally she said, "His stupidity aside, why don't you take him up on it? I'd be bored screwing the same guy all the time. Here you have a chance to get some strange and you can see for yourself what it's like making love to your fantasy lover. Why pass up such a chance? If it's a disaster, you can hold Tom responsible." I pondered this for a while before saying, "You really think so? I never contemplated making it real." "The real question is; is it something you really want to try? And be honest with yourself." was Karen's reply. After a long pause, I admitted "I really don't know. At a certain level, I want to, but I'm scared. I really love Tom and I don't want to do anything that would endanger our marriage." "I think you should explore it." Karen encouraged. "We could arrange a double date. I know a nice place we can go for dinner and dancing that's far enough out of town that we won't see anyone who knows us. If it feels right, we can go to your house and see what develops." Before I had a chance to answer, she added, "But you'll have to get a new outfit for the evening. You can't wear your usual school teacher clothes." "You seem a little too much in favor of this. Maybe you just want to fuck Tom," I challenged. "I admit, Tom's a great looking guy, and I would like see what he's like in the sack, but you're my friend. Tom will be safe with me. I can get lots of guys, but true friends are harder to come by. I just think that you deserve to have some more excitement in your life. You and Tom both want it, or this never would have gotten to where it is." I pondered what Karen said as I drove home, still undecided about what to do. I did love Tom, and wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. Still, our lives and our love making were definitely in a rut. Tom and I were both virgins when we met. We were about as naive and inexperienced as they come. Over the years, we matured together sexually, but we only had each other to learn from. By the time I got home, I hadn't decided what to do. Tom was not a happy camper when I arrived home later in the evening. He had been stuck looking after the kids when I left unexpectedly, and missed his tee time. We had a heated discussing about communication and just what he was hoping to accomplish by offering me as a sex partner to someone I barely knew. The more we talked, the angrier I became. While he continued to claim that he made the offer hoping to please me, I suspected his real interest was in bedding Karen. After all she did claim to be the world's best lover, and with her history, I didn't doubt her. I was more angry about the way he went about it than any thing else. I finally just announced, "OK, let's all get together for dinner and we'll see what happens, and I hope Nate fucks me until I have trouble walking straight!" That left Tom speechless and ended the discussion. I called Karen the next day and related what I said to Tom. She laughed hysterically, which was good therapy for me. We got together later in the week to find just the right dress for me to wear on our "double date". I ended up with a cute little number that I surprised myself by buying. It wasn't like anything I had ever owned. My Irish heritage had given me pale skin with raven black hair. The dress was a shade of green that suited me very well, even picking up the hint of green in my eyes. I worked hard to keep in shape, and the cut showed off my figure. My breasts were small enough that I could get away without wearing a bra, so my nipples were outlined through the thin fabric. With spaghetti straps, the neckline plunged sufficiently to hint that a breast might be revealed if the wearer wasn't careful. Looking at me trying it on, Karen commented, "I'll shorten it for you, then you'll have men drooling to get into your pants; of course you shouldn't wear any." The sales clerk stood by with a bemused look on her face. "Don't you think its short enough?" I protested. "Not for what we're up to its not." She replied. "The sexier you dress, the sexier you'll feel. You should do it more often." I made arrangements to have my parents look after the kids to for the weekend. While I had some misgivings in the intervening weeks, I was determined to see the thing through, and a feeling of excitement gradually began to take over. It was a restless, gnawing excitement that I'd never felt before. Butterflies fluttered inside me when I tried to sleep. I found myself almost constantly thinking about having a different man inside me. A man that smelt, felt and tasted different than the only man I'd ever had sex with. I took my time getting ready that Saturday afternoon, starting with a long bath. As I soaked, I thought about how the evening might work out, turning numerous possibilities over in my mind. While shaving my legs, I made sure I was nicely trimmed below. I lingered up stairs in my robe over makeup and things until I heard Tom greet both Karen and Nathan. Then I threw on my dress. A gold necklace and gold hoop earrings finished off my ensemble. Before starting down the stairs, I studied myself in the mirror. Nervousness caused my hands to shake as I smoothed my dress over my hips. I saw myself from every angle, and was pleased with how I looked. In spite of Karen's suggestion, I did wear panties, but they were new with a French cut. Being late spring, I didn't bother with stockings. "You look damn sexy," I said to myself out loud. I had always dressed conservatively, and the image before me was something new. The woman looking back from the mirror appeared sexy and a little wicked. I couldn't remember the last time I felt that good about myself. Descending the stairs I was excited and a little scared, even shaking, but not enough that anyone noticed. I loved the rush of adrenaline I felt as they first caught sight of me. The look on Tom's face when he first saw me was priceless. Thanks to Karen the dress ended almost at mid thigh. The fabric clung to my body in just the right way. The simple act of having the three of them see me that way caused my nipples to harden; something that was not hidden from anyone. Nathan was grinning like the Cheshire Cat. "Good evening Nate, nice to see you. Hi Karen," I said as I neared the bottom of the stairs. Turning to Tom I asked, "Are we ready to go?" I was amazed, and very pleased, with the reactions I elicited with my entrance. Tom had volunteered to drive. Karen sat in front snuggled next to him. Nathan opened a back door for me, and watched approvingly when my dress rode up as I slid in. "Thank you, Nate," I said. "My pleasure," he responded, still grinning. As soon as he spoke, I knew I wanted him. He had a very deep voice. I could feel myself getting wet already. My excitement grew just sitting next to him. We made small talk as Karen directed Tom to the restaurant. All the while Nathan eyed me as if he hadn't seen a woman before. I was enjoying his attention more by the minute. The restaurant was a nice looking place in the next county, part restaurant, part bar, that had live bands on the weekends. I felt on display, as if everybody in the place was watching me as we walked in, and with Nathan the only black person in the place, they undoubtedly were. The evening was a bit awkward at first, but after a couple of drinks my nervousness eased and we all began to relax. I didn't want to be drunk, but I knew a little buzz would help me better deal with the situation. A lively conversation ensued. Nathan was an educated, even cultured man, with a wicked sense of humor. For an hour and a half we talked avidly about anything except what was going to happen next. All seamed normal except as we talked, we kept locking eyes with each other. By the time we were finished with dinner, the place was beginning to fill up, and the band was starting its first set. Our table continued attracting a fair amount of attention. No one else was dressed as wildly as either Karen or I was either. Karen wore low cut jeans and a long sleeved shirt unbuttoned at the top and tied at the bottom. When close, one could see that her shirt was not quite opaque enough to hide the fact that she wore no bra over her always perky silicon-enhanced breasts. "Let's dance." Karen said as she led Tom to the dance floor. Nathan looked at me and asked, "Care to join them?" Other than eyeing each other all through dinner, our interaction had been very formal. Walking to the dance floor was another adrenaline rush for me. I felt like an exhibitionist as the other patrons stared. Once on the dance floor, we both had the opportunity to loosen up. I had always thought of dancing as a form of foreplay, and that was exactly what we were doing. Karen loved to dance suggestively, and between the four of us, we provided more entertainment than the band. Part way through the first set, Tom led Karen back to the table, where another guy quickly asked Karen to dance. From then on, the locals took turns dancing with Karen as Tom sat back and watched. By the time a slow number began, I was really worked up. As the band started, I pressed myself against Nathan, and was pleased to feel the beginning of an erection. He pulled me into him, and as we danced I rubbed myself against his stiffening penis. I brushed my hard nipples against his chest and pushed my pelvis against his thigh. With my head on his shoulder, I could feel his breath in my hair. Whenever I caught a glimpse of Tom, he was watching us intently. At the end of the set, the four of us gathered back at the table. Nathan pulled his chair close to mine as he sat down. Tom had gotten us all fresh drinks. He handed me mine just as Nathan discreetly moved his hand under the table and placed it on my thigh. "Thanks, I can use that. I sure got hot dancing," I responded. "Yes, it looked as you were getting very hot dancing," Tom replied. With his fingers stroking my skin, Nathan began a conversation, but my mind was elsewhere. I could feel my body responding to his touch, and I was trying to fight it. As his hand moved up my thigh, and disappeared underneath the hem of my skirt, I began to tremble ever so slightly. My eyes were watching his mouth as he talked, noticing how perfect his smooth black skin looked. Without thinking about it, I reached out and stroke his jaw line, my fingertips glided lightly over the smooth skin of his face. He stopped talking as my fingers began tracing his lips. His tongue reached out and curled itself around my index finger, sucking it into his mouth. I moaned as he sucked and nibbled on my finger. Nathan started stroking my inner thigh. "Good band. I wonder where they're from." I started a trivial discussion as Nathan slowly worked his fingers further up my leg. Karen picked it up and was talking about seeing the lead guitarist before as Nathan's fingers started to explore what was under my panties. It was all I could do not to wiggle in my seat as he made small circles around my labia using my own juices as lubricant. I couldn't remember ever being so horny, and I was really enjoying the feeling. During a break in the banter about the band, I offered, "I'm ready to go, how about the rest of you?" By then my vagina was dripping and my panties were soaked. As we got up to leave, I noticed Nathan pulling his shirttail out to hide the bulge in his pants as best he could. He opened the car door for me, and after getting in, I slid to the middle so he could get in the same door and be right next to me. The hem of my dress rode to the top of my thighs. I left it there. Nathan put his arm around me and pulled me close to him. We weren't out of the parking lot before Nathan leaned over and began kissing me full on the mouth and pressing his tongue forward. Eagerly, I accepted it, drawing it into my mouth. We started kissing, deep, long, noisy kisses, tongues darting, exploring. As we kissed, he moved his hand inside my dress to caress a breast. The first touch of his fingers against my hard, distended nipple was like an electric shock. I was breathless. I took his wrist, pulled him across to the other breast and closed my eyes, surrendering to the pleasure. I was so horny; all I wanted was his hard penis inside me. I moved my hand to the mound in his pants, and started to knead the erection underneath. About that time, I heard Karen say, "For Christ's sake Tom, keep your eyes on the road." Nathan pulled at my right shoulder strap and I let go of him, bending my arm to slip the strap off, pulling his head down to my exposed breast. I shivered as he suckled on it. Soon the dress was down around my waist and his head was buried in the valley between my breasts. By the time we got home, Nathan and I were entwined in lust. Nathan was kissing my breasts and nibbling and sucking on my nipples. His trouser leg was wet from my juices as he dug his thigh into my crotch and I rubbed against him in an effort to ease my frustration. Knowing that we weren't alone, that Tom and Karen were well aware of all that was happening just behind them, further fueled my excitement. After the heavy making out Nathan and I had been doing in the back seat, it took a little while for me to get myself back in order so we could enter the house. Although we seldom used the formal living room, with its thick, soft carpet it seemed a natural place to spend the rest of the evening. Tom brought out the champagne that had been chilling, and I selected romantic, slow music. As Tom and Karen settled on a couch, I started dancing again with Nathan. As we swayed slowly to the music, we pressed our bodies against each other; he began kissing me passionately and deeply. I could feel his hard manhood pressing against me. I had been wet all evening, and my nipples were in a constant state of firmness. All of a sudden a feeling of concern overcame me that Tom might be getting jealous. A glance in his direction yielded a vision of a smiling Tom staring in our direction. Turning my back to Nathan, I requested, "Get that zipper, would you please?" He quickly complied, and I let my dress slip to the floor. As I stepped out of it, I turned back to him. I swallowed dryly, feeling the excitement build in the pit of my stomach as I started to dance naked, except for my panties, before this handsome black man and in front of my husband and best friend. I felt feelings of lust and excitement I had never felt before. Karen and Tom were just sipping their drinks and watching us. I placed my hands on Nathan's hips and moved to the music. Every move was suggestive. He pulled me against him, bringing his lips to mine. He held me in a close embrace as we kissed and swayed slowly to the music. I began to unbutton his shirt, letting my taut, pink nipples brush against the skin of his dark, muscular chest. My lust continued to build. I had seen white girls shamelessly coming on to black men in bars, and there I was, almost naked seducing someone I barely knew simply because I had a fantasy about having sex with a black man. I couldn't wait any longer. With his shirt off, I moved to his belt and pants. Any attempt at dancing ceased as I pulled his pants and boxers down, running my hands down his legs in the process. That freed his, by now, very hard penis.